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rqsie63 · 7 days ago

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BIRTHDAY SURPRISE - Alex Albon.

pairing: alex albon x gf! reader.

alex spending another birthday away from home and family? no sir, here's your birthday surprise.

warnings: suggestive comments (super light because i suck at it), writing + smau end (a little birthday ig post). english is not my first language.

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ALEX ALBON, my king my goat my everything. started writing this after the race but im slow af. short but sweet because I really wanted to post something for his birthday 💙.

Birthday or not, Alex is disappointed. Maybe the fact you're there with him post race, cuddling in his driver room is brushing the exhaust away.

A Williams in P1 after more than ten years and then, after a few laps the dream crashes. He's sad, tired and a little angry.

Having to experience this feelings the same day as his 29th birthday sucks, but he's glad you're by his side.

Alex is used to spending his special day away from home and family, it's been that way since the Chinese Grand Prix came back. But today he's feeling the absence of his beloved ones more than ever; mostly because he doesn't want you to deal with this version of himself, frustrated and angry at himself.

So laying down in his driver room's couch and cuddling was the way you found to calm him down and just relax. At least till Chloe, his sister, gives you the green flag for you to land back to your hotel.

Here's the thing, you organized a surprise birthday party for Alex in the hotel's restaurant and everyone is there. Everyone.

His parents, siblings, of course George as well. The idea of him spending another birthday without his family didn't felt right to you. So you started preparations a week ago.

Hiding this from him is a torture, so when Chloe finally texts you that everything is ready for the birthday man to arrive you let out a sigh of relief.

'I need to take a really long nap before catching the flight tomorrow', he says on the way to his car.

You giggle, and by the way he glance at your figure with a smile you can tell he's confused. But Alex doesn't say anything, the grip on your hand still firm.

The way back to the hotel is quiet, relaxing and comfortable. Small glances, heart eyes and his hand on your lap.

'Feeling better now?'

Alex smiles at you, squeezing your tight. 'Yeah a bit, but that was a huge wasted opportunity'

You nod in silence, running your fingers trough his hair. 'I know baby, but that was only round two. There's still plenty of opportunities to come', he squeezes once again. 'Plus, you shouldn't be sad on your birthday'

'It'd be impossible for me to be sad today when you're right next to me, on our way back to our hotel room...', you laugh, shuffling his hair without listening to his objections. 'I'm driving here!', he chuckles.

'And I'm trying to have a peaceful, relaxing way back to our room'

'I know a way we both can relax in our room,' he teases again.

'Oh my god, Alexander Albon,' you burst out of laughter. 'Eyes and mind on the road please'

The hotel's restaurant is one door away from both of you. You try to convince Alex to eat in the lounge but his whim is room service.

'You want to eat dessert after your meal?,' your suggestive tone makes him pay attention with a smirk on his face.

'Who's dirty talking now, huh?,' he teases, pointing you with his finger on your shoulder. The playful smile on your face can't hide the nervousness for the surprise.

'Listen, let's just go in there and have some pizza. I'm starving.' you push him into it and the smile on his face suddenly disappears.

Even in the shock of seeing and hearing his family scream a very cheerful surprise! the bliss in Alex's eyes never goes away.

Your smile goes even bigger when his parents finally embrace him into a hug. Chloe goes straight to you first, followed by Alicia, Luca and Zoe.

The group hugs you with a smile. While the others go off to greet the birthday boy, Chloe stays by your side.

'Thank you for doing this for Alex, this is truly a precious moment.’

Your hand goes to her shoulder, caressing her. 'Its the least I could do for him, your brother is the best thing I have'

Once the hugs and birthday wishes are over, Alex reaches for your touch again. Tangling his arms in your middle, elevating you from the ground.

'I really hope the surprise cheered you up a bit,’ his lips are automatically on yours.

‘Fuck, I love you so much,’ his hands on both your cheeks.

‘You know, my family is not as close-knit as yours,’ your gaze is distracted by the guests, all engaged in different conversations. 'when you allowed me... to get to know you, when you let me into your world, into your family..., I felt so appreciated and loved," the bliss in Alex's eyes conveys only love, the purest one. ‘I will always be grateful for that.’

Alex wipes away the tears that are about to escape from your glassy eyes. 'You deserve this love and appreciation, Alex.'

Your boyfriend locks you in his arms again, his grip strong and sweet at the same time. When your eyes meet again Alex wastes no time in kissing you again.

It's in that touch - firm, gentle, sweet - that all bitter feelings finally leave him and his mind. Fuck P1, his mistake in delaying the pit stop or anything related to it.

He has you, his family and friends on his special day. Something Alex had not experienced for years.

He finally feels light, happy and grateful. He will always be grateful to have you.

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yourusername love of my life is basically 30🤭. alex, there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do for you. thank you for our morning coffees, our random dinner dates and for watching back to the future II with me every damn time, i love you to the moon and back ❤️.

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alex_albon: interesting way to start a birthday post, savage

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a/n2: stfu im gonna cry i love alex so much. if you're reading this: i love you and I hope you enjoyed it 💙.

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attapullman · 8 months ago

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The Boys Are Back / Whodunit? Origin Story

Summary: When best friends and childhood sleuths Bob Floyd and Mickey Garcia grow up, everything seems less fun. Thankfully things are about to completely change for these two hometown goofs.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, 80s inaccuracies, sci-fi opinions do not reflect that of the author

A Note From Mo: As would be the only appropriate gift for providing the inspiration for Whodunit?, happy birthday @bobgasm! Thank you for loving these two as much as me and helping make their story as fun as it is. Wishing you the best birthday on New Zealand time (we'll be celebrating America time as well, don't worry 😉)

origin story / prologue / whodunit? masterlist

“Are you really trying to convince me that Return of the Jedi is better than The Wrath of Khan?” Mickey couldn’t wipe the look of disgust off his face at this zit-faced teenager at the counter. The two fairly recent box office hits were a common disagreement, and this kid came in thinking he knew all that and a bag of chips.

“Force lightning? Luke trying to redeem his father? Dude, George Lucas made the last two movies true masterpieces, cinematic perfection!”

Rolling his eyes, aware that this knucklehead has no clue who he’s going against (all the best film geeks in town knew to not go against Fanboy Garcia and his sci-fi knowledge), Mickey dropped the copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark into a plastic bag along with the receipt.

“The Wrath of Khan brought people to tears. Invested us deeper into the characters we’ve loved for years, grown up with. Spock’s death shocked an entire nation, no doubt about it. And don’t be stupid, Vulcan nerve pinch defeats Force lightning every time.” He slides the bag across the counter with a scoff. “Movie is due back Tuesday. Come back with some real ammunition next time, airhead.”

Cheeks red, the teen grabs his bag and scuttles out of the Blockbuster. The bell chimes and suddenly the shop is empty.

While the access to new releases and movies in the break room were great perks, Mickey was so over this job. The blunderhead teens with their gnarly opinions, the bratty moms who always complain about the return dates. It’s just renting a movie for a week, not that complicated. When was his cousin going to get back to him about that maintenance gig at city hall? The sci-fi fan slumped against the counter and continued watching the copy of Legend they just got in.

Across town, Bob was also struggling with his work day. When was everyone going to realize he didn’t set the price of parts? He wasn’t even really a mechanic, just a guy who needed a summer job in high school and never stopped coming in. A star employee, he enjoyed the puzzle of putting components together and the purr of a perfectly oiled engine.

It may not have been his dream job, but the free parts for his ’65 Mustang and the content silence he and his uncle worked in wasn’t horrible.

Two more customers come in and try the haggle the price. Neither are impressed with the calm way Bob explains the cost of labor and parts, rubbing his greasy palms impatiently on his coveralls as he breaks down why he doesn’t work for free. And when he asks if they’d like him to undo the work to cut the cost, pocketbooks are pulled out and he’s got money in his pocket for beers later.

His uncle is long gone by the time Bob locks up the shop with a heavy padlock on the garage door. His boots scuff in the dirt as he makes his way to the Mustang, her blue paint shining in the late summer sun. She was stunning.

The breeze whipped through his hair - too long for his mother’s liking - as he drove across town. Mickey was just opening the door to The Alibi as he parked on the street. The best friends tip their heads in greeting.

“Bobby.”

“Fanboy.”

The two slap their hands together. Palms first, then two slaps from the back, before looping around to fist bump. A handshake from elementary school that somehow has carried on twenty years. After a few drinks a shimmy will make its way into the mix.

They take up residence at the bar, the same spot they’ve occupied a few nights a week since they walked out of that Navy enlistment meeting and never looked back. The bartender always knows to hand out whatever’s cheapest unless they’re holding paychecks.

“How many people confuse Star Wars and Star Trek today?” The cutting glare Mickey gives him says it all. Probably not the best time to make a Darth Khan joke.

Lost in the clatter and whoops of the bar, the best friends mull over their meaningless hourly jobs and contemplate the meaning of ‘the man’. Bob’s leather jacket hangs off the stool back, the sticky air of the bar clinging to the twentysomethings’ skin. One beer becomes two, two becomes three as the weekend arrives.

A loose curl hanging over his forehead, Mickey makes eyes contact with a babe across the room. He’d happily spend the evening with those beautiful eyes. The only perk of this dingy bar is it’s the only one in town, and a mix of old classmates and new-in-towns keep the dating game fresh.

Bob himself does a quick look around at the night’s prospects, doing a double take. No, it couldn’t be. When did the police captain’s daughter get back into town? She shoots an amiable smile and nod back before turning to her own drink and friends.

Mickey raises his eyebrows at his bud. Bob shoves him off his stool on the way to the bathroom.

As the night progresses, only the young and the young at heart (and alcoholics) are still in their seats at The Alibi. The best friends are a handful of beers deep, leaning across the bar to chat with Mickey’s childhood neighbor, Tom - a gruff guy with a beer gut and a penchant for belching when he laughs. They love making him laugh.

“I tell you two about the rocks that keep showing up on my doorstep?”

Mysterious rocks? The boys lean in closer, their light denim-clad pelvises nearly over the bar top. Shaking their heads, all ears, they urge Tom for more information.

“Been happenin’ for months now. At first I didn’t think anything of it. Animals maybe? But they keep getting bigger and bigger. Tripped over one the size of a melon yesterday, stupid fucking rock. Belchhhh.” The boys snicker into their beers. “Can’t figure out who’s doing it. Gonna end up breaking my front step with a mountain one of these days.”

The boys exchange a look as they contemplate the conundrum. Who would just leave rocks on Tom’s doorstep? Wouldn’t it get old after a few weeks? And rocks of all things?

“It’s not that big of town. Who could it be?” Mickey cocks his head to the side. Tom has always been a nice guy. A little oblivious, but harmless. “Your ex-wife back in town?”

The bearded man shakes his head, scratching the underside of his belly as he realizes it’s time to call it a night.

As Tom goes to pay his tab, Phil, who’s been manning the bar at The Alibi since before LBJ was in office, spoke up. “You two solved mysteries as kids, yeah?”

The young men give him a perturbed look, confused why he’d bring up their silly sleuthing games from decades before. Hesitant, Bob nods. Who could forget the years spent hunched in random hiding spots, notebooks and binoculars at the ready. Mickey still had a scar from falling out of the second floor stairwell in the community center.

Tom is delighted, his drunken eyes lighting up. “Any chance you two could take a whack at figuring out who’s leaving all these fucking rocks on my doorstep? There’s a twenty in it for ya.”

It’s been…years since they last solved anything. Petty crimes from other classmates, some neighborhood drama, but that was before puberty. Did they still have the gift?

“Sure man, why not?” Shoulders are shrugged, hands are shook tipsily. They’d stop by in the morning before their shifts. Natural curiosity has them dying to see the assortment of rocks.

Tom heads out and the boys clink the necks of their bottles together, enjoying the last sip of the night. Who knew where this was going, but they were always up for a challenge.

A week later, the two returning sleuths are hunched over behind a bush with a pack of pretzels and a six-pack, mud caking Mickey’s new Air Forces. There’s cigarette stubs in the dirt and they’ve been arguing over the best flavor of Fanta for an hour.

In the wee hours of the morning Tom’s next door neighbor sneaks into his garden to place a rock roughly the size of a pumpkin on the front step. The shared fence issue Tom thought to be resolved? Definitely not.

Another neighborhood drama solved. Twenty dollars in their pocket.

But with the solve comes a burning itch that Mickey can’t scratch. Keeps him up at night, lives in the corner of his brain while he rents movies to bored-face teens. A blazing fire that can only be tended, not extinguished.

“What if we started our own detective agency?”

Bob spat out his ginger ale on Mrs. Garcia’s freshly cleaned granite countertop. Was Fanboy tripping?

“C’mon man, why not? Put up some flyers and solve whatever rinky dink shit comes up in our free time? Make some extra cash? We might actually be able to move out on our own. Don’t you want freedom?”

They’d been bitching about it for months, wanting to get out of their childhood bedrooms and actually do something with their lives. So the Navy wasn’t for them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t serve their community in other ways. Maybe this was the answer to their unsure futures.

Bob grabbed his best friend’s hand, the decade-old handshake turning into a brotherly hug. “Just promise me we won’t get into anything too crazy. I like my Sundays on the couch.”

In six months they’d raised the cash for their own apartment, a small two bed in the dusky pink modular building off Main Street. In a year the amateur sleuths had been in the local paper twice. And two years and several police case assistances later, they stood across from the police captain’s daughter, not a smile in sight.

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