#i know that Alex’s isn’t as curved

[sorryiwasasleep]

I am absolutely not trying to make light of how fucked this shit is because it is, but I really need everyone to know that my fucked up brain literally IMMEDIATELY thought about how under this— the Disney Channel Television Series protagonist Alexandra Margarita “Alex” Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place is now considered a Domestic Terrorist in the United States of America.

IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

[stepintothelimelight]

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS

TRAILER: You know what they say about Vegas…

(Max Verstappen x driver!Reader)(SMAU+written)

WARNINGS: fluff? not really anything

fc: random pinterest couples

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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It’s a close race. 

A nail biter. 

This race, the news outlets have been saying. This is the race that will determine the WDC. 

And it is.

If you finish in even one more place over Max, you will have tied his season points and be in the battle for the WDC.

Mercedes and Toto call for you in your ear as you sail across the finish line with a fine margin between you and Max - your biggest rival.

You climb out, and the first thing you see is your team. There’s this giant, painful smile that’s splitting your face open as they hit on your helmet and you hug and cheer and scream. 

“W-D-C! W-D-C!” they chant. You join them. Toto somehow finds his way to you and you hug him and then Susie, too.

And then the crowd parts and you take you’re helmet off and your balaclava, leaving you with a messy, sweaty head of frizzy hair. That damn smile and the flush in your cheeks refuses to leave, even as you meet the freezing eyes of the one and only Max Verstappen.

He could have been done with the Championship by now if it weren’t for you and your streak of wins in the late season. 

He lumbers towards you and you meet him halfway, hands coming up and - 

His lips meet yours in the most passionate kiss that you’ve ever experienced. Your hands pull at his neck and his at your waist and hips. It’s like it’s just the two of you. 

Of course, there are cameras around. Everywhere. They’re lapping up this opportunity like cats to warm milk. The two of you rarely show PDA in the paddock, preferring to keep professional and personal passions separate. 

He gently pulls away and cups your face, brushing back your damp baby hairs. His full lips curve into the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hi!” You yell at him over the din.

“Hello!” He yells back. “Next stop, World Champion!”

Because Max isn’t how the media portrays him.

 He’s sweet and soft and he loves hard and fast. He wants a competitor. He wants someone who can beat him at his own game over and over again. 

You pull him in for one last kiss, but both of you are smiling too much for it to be real. 

“Let’s get married!” You exclaim. 

He does a double take, then kisses you again. 

“Let’s get married.”

“You’re doing what?” Lewis demands in the car back to the hotel. You sit in between him and a grinning Max, clutching  your soon-to-be husband’s hand. 

“We’re getting married tonight,” Max affirms. You nod emphatically. 

It wasn’t exactly a spur-the-moment type of idea. You’ve talked about getting married, having kids, growing old together. And now you’re in vegas. Neither you nor Max need an extravagant ceremony. All you need is a room, an officiant and some rings. You would prefer it if all your best friends were there, too, which is why you’re looking at Lewis. 

“We’re need you to get the rings,” You explain to Lewis, who’s in a blatant state of shock. 

“Rings…” he mutters. 

“Yes, rings,” Max tells him. “You’re famous. Extraordinarily, so it should be very easy to acquire two or three rings.”

Lewis sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Alright, then. Text me the time and place.”

The others have a very similar reaction to You and Max’s proclamation. Shock, then excitement.

You’ve set a time and a place for the wedding: 4 am, 24 hour church of Elvis, and sent it to both the drivers and the WAGs group chats. 

whoever can make it should make it, you said.

Individually, you’ve chosen your bridesmaids, Lily, Kika and Alex, and Max his groomsmen - Lando, Checo and Charles. 

“When did he propose?” Lily demands as soon as the boys have left. 

“He didn’t. I did, right after the win.”

“Ah, yes, during the kiss that’s broken the internet,” Alex giggles. 

“Well the internet better buckle down, cause we’re about to break it again.”

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Aaaannnnnnd scene!

DIRECTOR’S CUT: Just a little fluffy thing to get me back in the mood for writing!

ps about the spitfire saga: i wrote it all on my notes app and then i updated to ios 18 and now i’m locked out 😤😤 so ummm i just have to muster up the willpower to re plan it all but i swear i haven’t abandoned it!!

part2?????

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[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY NINE

toys - alex [adult world]

perv!alex x fem reader

SUMMERY restocking shelves with alex isn’t all that it seems

CONTENT WARNING: SPIKY DILDOS, NONCON/DUB CON, perv!alex, toy in vagina, anal penetration

A/N: THERE IS A PHOTO OF A DILDO UNDER THE CUT JUST SO YOU KNOW WHAT TO IMAGINE. THIS IS YOUR DILDO WARNING

MDNI i will not be held responsible for what you consume beyond this point

got it? good, now enjoy the fic

“check this out” alex snickered as he held up one of the many strange toys the store sold. turning away from the magazines you were sorting to look at him, you realised just what he was holding and your eyes widened slightly.

you didn’t understand why anyone would use something like that. the spikes made it seem like it would hurt, right? however before you could answer alex playfully poked your cheek with the forementioned toy, the spiky silicon digging in slightly

“who the hell would even use that?” you question as you swat his hand away and continue to try and organise the shop. alex didn’t relent though, at random he’d just poke you with the phallic object.

“oh c’mon, you wouldn’t?” he grins at you as he pokes it against your shoulder “i think you’d look hot with one of these stuffed up your pussy”

despite being used to alex’s occasionally pervy comments, you occasionally felt uncomfortable with them. but he was your manager and you needed the job, so you didn’t try to get him to stop. you also couldn’t deny that it slightly turned you on; he was attractive, after all.

“maybe” you respond with an awkward chuckle, brushing off alex’s comments with feigned nonchalance. like usual you tried to get on with your job, stocking the shelves of the latest porno whilst trying to ignore alex. it was all going well until he got bored

“bet you’re enjoying this” alex said with a chuckle, prodding your ribs with the spiked toy once more. “you ever had something like this in ya?” he questioned with his usual pervy tone.

“no” you respond simply, which only caused a wider grin to stretch across his face as if he had an idea. he had an evil glint in his eye, one that only furthered your secret slight arousal. you’d never act on it, you didn’t even know why your cunt was already dripping, but he knew.

“the stores closed y’know, nobody can see us from here either” he murmurs as he stands behind you, making his hard-on known as it pressed against the curve of your ass

you froze as you felt it against you, almost snapping you back to reality and out of the slight daydream you almost lost yourself in. before you could even react the now vibrating and spiky toy was pressing against your tits, vibrating softly against your sensitive and newly-pebbled nipples

“i’ve seen how you look at me,” alex murmurs into your ear as he begins to drag the toy down your body and over your navel. “you’re not good at hiding it princess”

“alex, what’re you doing?” you ask softly, having not decided if you’re fully okay with this or not. he merely looked down at you with a grin and moved the toy over your jeans to be against your clothed clit

“c’mon… you can’t deny you ain’t wet for me” he teases as he pops the button of your jeans undone and begins to shimmy them down your hips along with the thin cotton that hid your most sensitive area from his view

you couldn’t argue with him, well you felt like you couldn’t. he was your manager and you needed the job, hopefully he won’t take too long with this though. you felt the buzz of the vibrating dildo echo against your now exposed cunt, the spikes you previously thought would hurt only brought pleasure to your needy self

“there ya go, so needy for me ain’t ya?” alex grins as he gently guided the toy into your hole. the spikes stretched your tightness but the pleasure overrode the pain and melted your brain into euphoria

the vibrations echoed inside of you, causing your cunt to clench around the dull spikes of the toy. the full sensation you felt was one of sheer pleasure, nothing like any you had felt before which was soon met with the white-hot wave of bliss coming over your body as you orgasmed

distracted by the pleasure inside your pussy, you almost didn’t notice the feel of alex’s now lubed up cock pushing into your ass, stretching the tight ring of muscle and giving you a moment to accommodate his size before he began to bounce you on top of his dick whilst also keeping the toy lodged in your sopping cunt

“you like that?” he asks with a shit-eating grin whilst he continued to fuck your ass, soft pants occasionally escaping from the slight part in his lips. he bounced you on his cock at the perfect rhythm to bring you to orgasm again, the second time now feeling a hundred times better than your first orgasm did

tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks from how good he was making you feel, and you soon felt his cum splatter your insides.

“the store can wait, i need you” he murmurs softly into your ear, and you felt him harden inside you once more: ready for another round

A/N: slowly getting through kinktober, sorry for not being able to deliver on time. hopefully i can make up for it <3

[ahockeywrites]

surprise pt 1- nh13

pairing: nico hischier x girlfriend!reader word count: 1k warnings: no explicit smut but thoughts of it, swearing bc I’ve written it authors note: this isn’t smut! are you proud of me? part two coming next week lovelies :) part 2

“In what world did my sister think that it would be a good idea for me to go to this event with Dawson,” you groaned into Nico’s chest.

“In her defence,” Nico nuzzled his head into your shoulder. “We haven’t told anyone we’re dating.”

“But that doesn’t mean I want to go to an event with her boyfriend’s friend.” Sighing, you got up from your boyfriend’s lap and walked over to check the calendar that was on your refrigerator. You knew that the charity casino event was coming up and you had told Nico to go it alone. Your sister was going with Luke, naturally, and you were more than happy to have a night in just watching a movie.

But no, she thought that you hadn’t had a good lay in over a year and that you should hang out with Dawson. Little did anyone know that you were perfectly happy dating Dawson and Luke’s captain.

You sipped on the cool water and tried to think of ways of not going to the event with Dawson. He was lovely but if you were going to be going to a Devils event, it would be on the arm of your boyfriend.

“How about,” you thought out loud, “I say that I’ve got a work thing that night that u can’t get out of?”

“Nah,” Nico stole the glass of water from you and downed the rest of it. “You’d have told her about that already if you knew.”

“What if I told Alex I was coming down with food poisoning?”

“Babe, all you eat is chicken tenders and pizza,” Nico raised an eyebrow at you. “You cannot get food poisoning from sticking something in the oven at 180 degrees for 20 minutes.”

You rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he was right. 

“How about I just say no?” You sighed as all the thinking had started to hurt your head.

Nico ran his hands through his hair as he thought about the situation that your sister had put you in.

“Right,” Nico started. “You tell Alex that you can’t go, I say I’m bringing a plus one. We just announce the relationship by us walking into the event together?”

You and Nico had thought about telling your friends and family about your relationship but you hadn’t found the right time. Maybe this was the right time. 

“Okay, I like that plan,” you agreed with your boyfriend. “Now what do I need to wear?”

You flattened down the skirt of your dress before reapplying a touch of lipstick. Nico had let you take free rein of his en-suite bathroom and you had done exactly that. All your skincare and makeup products covered the wash basin and overflowed to the cupboard above the sink. It was a struggle to constrain yourself with all the products you needed and how were you to know exactly what shade of red lipstick was going to work with your dress without trying every single one on. 

“Nico!” You shouted from the bathroom as you struggled to put your 13 necklace, a birthday present to you from your boyfriend, on. You had to contort yourself into a position to get the matching bracelet on and the trying it again for the necklace just wasn’t going to happen.

The door to the bathroom opened and Nico stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging open. You looked beautiful in the dark blue dress that hugged all your curves and made Nico want to rip the dress off you and take you right then and there. But no, you had an event to go to first.

“Nico,” you groaned. He shook himself back out of his trance and walked over to stand behind you, hands resting on your hips.

“Fucking beautiful baby,” Nico whispered as his hands wandered further up your body to gently cup your breasts. Your head leant back to rest on his chest which exposed more of the skin of your neck. Nico’s lips started pressing kisses along your neck before you had to shake him off, even if you didn’t want to.

A pout formed on Nico’s face as you looked back at him via the mirror in front of you and instructed him to put the necklace on you. The number 13 sat on your upper chest and Nico’s cock hardened as he looked at it. It was a claim. A claim that you were his. Not Dawson’s, not anyone else’s. You were his. Nico knew that his eyes wouldn’t be on anyone else, how could they be when you looked like that.

“Let’s head out,” Nico commanded and it sent a shiver down your spine. It made you wonder if he would be like that when you got back. “Your red bottoms are by the door ready to go.” His lips pressed to yours and as you turned around, his palm gently swatted against your ass which looked perfect in the dress.

The pair of you were quiet in the drive to the venue. A combination of nerves and awkwardness sat uncomfortably in the bottom of your stomach. Ideas of how Alex would react to you walking in on the arm her boyfriend’s captain, how she would know that you had been lying for the past nine months. It was torturing you and Nico could notice.

“Schatzi,” he spoke softly, picking up one of your hands and rubbing circles on the back of it. “Alex will understand. It might not be right now, but she will. I promise you.”

“I really hope so,” you sniffled out a response but couldn’t let yourself cry. You never kept anything from your sister, she knew everything about your life. Except Nico. She knew nothing about how you fell for the captain of the New Jersey Devils. 

[mpreglover225]

In the sterile dormitory of Echo Camp, a surrogacy retreat, Jamie strode through the aisle with a buoyant step, fresh from his successful checkup. The room buzzed with the low chatter of fellow surrogates, their bellies rounded and lives momentarily intertwined in this shared journey of creation.

“Hey, Jamie, how’d it go?” called out Marcus from his upper bunk, a book resting unattended on his chest.

“Smooth as silk,” Jamie replied, patting his stomach with a grin. “The dads were over the moon. Looks like I’m on track for a natural delivery.”

A chorus of supportive cheers rose from the bunks. From a few beds down, Alex chimed in, “That’s great, man! These little ones have a way of making the world feel right, don’t they?”

“Sure do,” Jamie agreed, settling onto his own bed. “What about you, Alex? Thinking of going again after this one?”

“Absolutely,” Alex laughed, hands resting on his own pronounced curve. “It’s like a badge of honor now, isn’t it? Can’t imagine going back to a regular job after this.”

The room filled with knowing nods; many were veterans, already considering their next surrogacy term.

Suddenly, a sharp gasp cut through the camaraderie. They turned to see Elliot, clutching the side of his bunk, his face etched with surprise. “Guys... I think my water just broke.”

Instantly, the room sprung into action. “Nurse! We’ve got a situation here!” Jamie shouted down the hall.

Two male nurses hurried in, their efficiency a comforting presence. “Alright, Elliot, let’s get you to L&D, stat,” one said calmly, slipping supportive arms under Elliot’s shoulders and easing him into a waiting wheelchair.

As they whisked Elliot away, his face a mask of concentration, the remaining surrogates exchanged glances of excitement and empathy.

“Guess it’s showtime for Elliot,” Marcus murmured.

“Just the beginning,” Jamie replied. “Before we know it, that'll be us heading off to the delivery ward.”

“Yeah,” Alex said, a contemplative look crossing his face. “It’s wild, isn’t it? We’re all here, in this place where life starts. Makes you think about the little ones we’re all going to meet soon.”

[cumikering]

Alex Keller x plus-sized reader

.8k | fluff, body insecurities Even if you don’t love yourself, Alex will until you do

The door of your shared apartment slammed shut followed by a couple of thuds.

“Baby?” Alex called from the couch, looking over his shoulder.

When you rounded the corner with a frown, he rushed and wrapped an arm around you, noticing the wobble of your lower lip.

“Oh, sweetie, what is it? Did something happen?”

You’d jumped out of bed with a grin that morning at the thought of the shopping trip ahead. One of your girls had their birthday coming up and you were getting matching dresses.

“No… It’s just…” You sighed, fighting the brimming tears. “I couldn’t find anything.” The first tear fell anyway, which you wiped away immediately.

He led you to the couch.

“Each time they found something cute, I had to be the bearer of bad news and tell them they didn’t have it in my size, or that it looked horrible on me. We went through the whole mall, and I had to look at all these cute dresses that I’d never get to wear because nothing would fit right. I feel so left out.” You sniffled. “I… I was feeling good. Got to have a nice brunch and boba after, but now I just feel guilty about ruining the day! We spent the whole day out and we didn’t even get anything.”

“You didn’t ruin the day, sweetheart.” He gripped your hands. “You just haven’t found the perfect dress yet. It takes time, doesn’t it?”

“I couldn’t even find anything remotely flattering. How am I going to find the perfect one? I don’t… even want to go anymore.”

You still wouldn’t meet his eyes when he wiped your tears away. “How about this, you get a dress you like, and we’ll get it tailored? Then you’ll get to showcase all those gorgeous curves I love so much.”

“But… It’s not supposed to be tailored. It’s supposed to look good right away.”

“Clothes off the rack don’t usually fit everyone perfectly. My dress uniforms were tailored too.” He tilted your face towards him. “We’re living, breathing things. We don’t all look alike and that’s normal.”

After a long silence, you muttered, “Why are you with me, Alex?”

“Because there’s no one I want more than I want you, no one with a sweeter smile or a lovelier voice.” He kissed your knuckles. “Some days I wake up and I wonder what you are doing with me. You should be with someone who doesn’t have to leave you all alone for weeks, make you worry sick if he’s coming home. Someone who doesn’t have so many ugly scars.”

“Alex…”

“It’s the same reason you’re with me, isn’t it? It’s never about what I see, always about how you make me feel.” He kissed your forehead. “I don’t see these flaws you talk about, because to me they’re not. I wish you could see yourself how I see you, just 5 minutes,” he said, caressing your cheek.

“Your smile is what keeps me going in the field when things go sideways. This pretty face is my absolute favourite thing to come home to.” His hands slid down your arms. “Because there’s nowhere safer than your arms when you hold me tight, or when you stroke my hair with your gentle hands.”

He squeezed your waist. “This is a wonderful reminder that I keep you happy. What else am I supposed to grab when we spoon?” His gaze trailed further down. “I love when you jump into my arms, especially when those thighs wrap around me, or when you get on your tippy toes on to kiss me.” He gave you a once over before bringing your hand to his lips again. “Fuck, there’s nothing I don’t love about you. I can’t ask for anything more.”

Your lips wobbled again, but for a different reason now.

He pulled you to his chest, his strong arms around you as he kissed the side of your face repeatedly. “I know it’s hard sometimes. But I’m going nowhere, and I’ll love you even more the days you can’t.”

He brushed the new tears off your face with his thumb and peppered more kisses on your cheek as he held you.

“We have the whole day to shop tomorrow. We can go anywhere you want, maybe the matcha cafe you like too after?"

“You don’t mind?”

He shook his head, giving you one of his gorgeous smiles. “The best things take time, like finding you. But had I known it’s you, I’d have waited longer.”

Happy birthday to my C aka my April sis aka the one Alex Keller would literally be on his knees for aka the story itself @shadofireshinobi. Here’s to many more times I’m gonna slide into your DMs and rizz the hell out of you <3

[outsideratheart]

Mistletoe and Miscommunication (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Day seventeen of the Christmas advent calendar. 

Based on this Christmas prompt.

You always knew having your heart broken would hurt but you never though it would hurt this much. You didn’t know what caused Alexia to break up with you, she couldn’t justify it herself so you never stood a chance. 

When you first got together you knew the risks. It would be public and should the worse happen, you could not let it affect the team dynamics. You and Alex were the captains of the team and it would be the downfall of the team if players started picking sides. It’s the reason why Alexia suggested not telling anyone about your break up. At first it was hard but you found a way that works for you. The team was none the wiser and given that you were quite a reserved couple, the public didn’t have a clue what was happening behind closed doors.

You had just finished training when Alexia grabs your wrist pulling you into one of the equipment rooms.

“Hey! You said no quickies at work” Mapi jokes.

“You know I’m a do as I say, no a do as I do captain Maria” 

You joke but in reality Alexia’s action is making you nervous. After barely speak for days you cannot think of a reason why she would want to talk to you 1 on 1.

“We need to talk about the party” Alexia gets straight to her point making it clear that she doesn’t want to be in your company any longer than she has to.

“You want to set rules” you know your ex girlfriend better than anyone.

“We need to arrive together” 

“You can get ready at our apartment, you still have your key” you couldn’t help but try to be optimistic. 

Alexia hadn’t been back to the apartment you shared since she broke up with you. You know she has been living with her mum but the fact that she still hasn’t packed up any of her belongings gave you hope.

“No” Alexia’s voice is firm “I will pick you up”

“Ok” you hang your head in defeat. 

Deciding that the conversation is over, Alexia leaves. She holds the door for you but you are frozen in your spot. Your head is anywhere but in the room where your body is.

“Y/N” Alexia says.

“Yes” 

You loved the way she said your name. Sure other people called you it, it wasn’t a nickname, but with her accent it was different.

“Please don’t look at me like that” Alexia asks from the doorway.

“Like what?” you ask having no idea what she is talking about.

“Like you love me”

Her answer is pure, honest and unexpected. How after all this time could she think you could stop loving her. It wasn’t a switch, you couldn’t just turn it off, heck you didn’t even chose to turn it on in the first place.

You walk towards her but stop in front of her.

“I will always love you Alexia even if you don’t love me”  You speak of love yet their is no emotion in your voice.

Without waiting for an answer you go to the locker room.

Alexia can only watch you walk away from her. Her heart scolding her for the decision she let her head make.

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Just as she said, Alexia knocks on your door a few nights later ready to take you to the team’s Christmas party.

In the previous years you have looked forward the this party knowing it is a chance for the whole team to let their hair down and celebrate the year’s accomplishments. This year though you were riddled with anxiety. Pretending to be in a relationship with Alexia at training was easy because you always acted professional  but tonight you will have act like she is still yours when she isn’t. You wasn’t sure if you could do it.

“You look—“ Alexia is in awe at the sight in front of her as you open the door.

“Let’s get this over with” you leave your apartment, slamming the door as you do so.

Alexia didn’t expect this. The once happy cheerful ready to party Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Still she allows her look to linger as she watches to walk down the hall, the tight black dress you were wearing highlighted every curve that Alexia worshiped. She quickly shakes her head in hopes to rid herself of the thoughts.

 You are silent in the car choosing to focus on the Barcelona streets instead of the woman beside you.

“I know that tonight isn’t ideal but it’s just one night. After tonight we will tell everyone” Alexia tries to reassure you but she isn’t aware of how selfish her ask is.

“I don’t care. I have spent the past 4 years loving you, I can use the past to get me through the night” Even as you speak to her you refuse to look at her.

Alexia doesn’t recognise the woman who sits next to her.  As she drives, her body wants to do one thing but her mind is telling her no. In the past she would have her hand placed on your thigh and you would be singing along to the radio, every car ride would be memorable yet this one Alexia hopes she forgets.

When she pulls up the venue Alexia sits there and makes no effort to move. For the first time that night you look at her and you see the same worry on her face. Even after everything that has happened you know that in order to get through the night you need the Alexia that loves or loved you by your side, not the one that currently sits in the driver’s seat.

“Querida” you cup Alexia’s face and turn it to face you “It’s only one night. Think of it as a goodbye” 

You say nothing else and in a matter of seconds Alexia is alone in the car. It is only when she hears you knocking on the window does she get out.

As if nothing has changed, you and Alexia walk in hand in hand. When you look around you see person after person looking back at you and you find yourself taking a few deep breaths so you can stay in control of your emotions. Alexia squeezes your hand when she notices but it doesn’t help in the slightest.

“Don’t do that” You whisper in her ear “You asked me to keep up appearances. You don’t have to the do the things that no one else can see”

The two of you meet the big and import guests all whilst remaining close to each other. Alexia’s hand remains on the small of your back as you listen to a story one of the sponsors is telling you. When you feel Alexia’s hand on your back, goosebumps rise to the surface and your body shivers. Alexia’s attention turns to you as this happens because normally she feels you relax at her touch, this wasn’t your normal reaction and Alexia didn’t like what it meant.

Thankfully it doesn’t take long for you to complete your captain duties and soon enough you are at the table with the rest of the team.

“Are you ok?” Ana leaned over to subtly asked you.

“Of course, why’d you ask?” You put you the best brave face.

“I don’t know” She hesitates before continuing “Something is wrong, I can tell”

The second part of her sentence gets Alexia’s attention.

“I haven’t been sleeping that’s all” You quickly found out the best way to get through the night was to tell half truths.

“What, has Alexia been keeping you up all night?” She tease you.

A few of the others girls start listening to the conversation knowing that you and Alexia barely talk about your home life, let alone your sex life.

“What can i say. Many hours of sleep have been lost because of this one” You lean back against Alexia hoping it looks convincing.

You can feel Alexia’s breath on you neck as she is about to speak, only she never gets the chance. Some of the younger players take advantage of what they think is your openness. 

“Look it’s mistletoe” Jana says.

When the two of you look up, there Bruna stands holding a bunch of mistletoe. You feel your whole body tense at what you know is suppose to happen. Pretending to still be Alexia’s girlfriend is one thing but kissing her when you are no longer together, that isn’t something you are ready for.

You recognise the look in Alexia’s eyes as they darken but you shake your head, you can’t do it. You and Alexia were always good at communicating without talking but when you see Alexia leaning in you know she doesn’t care about what you want. She needs the team to believe you are a couple and neither of you turned down a kiss.

This kiss is passionate and sends you back the past. It felt like before she broke up with you. The hunger and love was still there but it became too overwhelming so you pull away.

“Happy now” you stand up and practically run to the bathroom hoping that the distance between you and Alexia will allow you to breathe for the first time that night.

Your hands rest on the marble countertop. The coldness of the surface centres you but when you hear knocking on the door you feel your heart rate quicken again. 

“Occupied” you shout in hopes that the person on the other side of the door will go away.

“It’s me” hearing Alexia’s voice only made things worse.

Had you running away from her not been clear enough. You need to get away from her, not be with her in a private setting.

“Occupied” you walk towards the door and t’s like you can feel her presence through it.

“Mi alma let me in”

The nickname that once brought you happiness unexpectedly fills you with rage. You open the door and harshly pull her in.

“You lost the right to call me that when you broke up with me” you snap.

It is clear that Alexia didn’t expect the outburst. She came to the bathroom to check if you were ok. Now she feels like that might have been a bad idea.

“I wanted to see if you were ok” 

A dry laugh escapes your lips when Alexia doesn’t acknowledge your answer.

“Ok? What about this is ok. I am spending a night lying to my closest friend and people I respect. You broke with me yet I am the one being punished” it’s as if all the emotions you have been bottling up during the last couple of weeks rise to the surface.

“I’m not punishing you” Alexia says and the you can tell by the look on her face that she believes what she is saying.

“Yes you are. I agreed to wait to tell the girls about our break up but that was 4 days ago. We are done, the first half of the season is over yet I still have to act like I have your love when I don’t. I have to stand whilst you hand rests on my back and try not to cry because feeling your touch is something that I once found solace in but now it means nothing. We sat there and I shook my head yet you kissed me anyway, do you know how much that kissed destroyed me?” 

Alexia is at a loss for words. You are the most professional person she knows. No matter what is going on in your personal life you always acted professional. She thought that this event would be no different.

“I thought this would be easy for you” Alexia replies innocently.

“Like it has been easy for you. You’re happy to have me by your side when you want to even if it hurts me in the process” 

“I didn’t mean to you hurt” 

“What did you think breaking up with me would do? I came home one night and you told me you couldn’t do it anymore, no reason, no discussion. You threw away our relationship like it was nothing. Did you honestly think I would be ok with that?” 

You were mad and confused. You had so many questions for Alexia but right now you couldn’t be in the same room as her.

“I did what you asked but I can’t do it anymore” you walk straight past her and leave without a second look.

Alexia takes a few moments to compose herself. She walks towards to the table but can already see you are not there. Before she joins her friends, she gets stopped.

“If you’re looking for Y/N it’s too late” Ana says.

There is something in the way she says her words that make Alexia think she knew more than what she was letting on.

“It’s not what you think” Alexia tries to defend herself.

“I think you hurt her. Am I wrong?”

Alexia shakes her head.

“Piece of advice. Give her space. Let her go Alexia. You and I both know she cannot heal in Barcelona, she cannot fix herself if you are around” Ana says her words like you leaving is public knowledge.

“If I knew breaking up with her would mean her leaving I never would have done it. Do you know which team she is going to?” Alexia’s mind goes to the worse case scenario. You were popular in the footballing world and many teams wanted you. It was one of Alexia’s biggest fears but you always reassured her that you would never leave Barcelona because it would mean leaving her and that is something you couldn’t do.

“Why would you break up with her? Are you out of your mind?” Ana raises her voice.

“I can’t do this here. I need to see her before she leaves” Alexia quickly says goodbye to her team mates before leaving. 

Once in her car she goes the place she once called home, the apartment you shared.

When you got home the first thing you did was strip out of the body tight dress you had been wearing the entire night. You loved the nights when you got to dress up but nothings beats coming home and getting changed into joggers and a vest top.

You had just made a fresh bowl a popcorn and was about to put on a movie when you heard someone knocking at your door. With a loud sigh you get up from the sofa and begrudgingly walk to the door.

“Ana I told you i’m fine” you open the door expecting to be greeted by you best friend only instead there stands you ex-girlfriend.

“Did you bang your head between now and the last time we talked? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to see you”

You stand your ground on your side of the threshold only for Alexia to say the same on her side. 

“Please let me in Y/N I owe you an explanation” 

You are torn. On one hand you want to be left alone but on the other hand you want to hear what she has to say. In the end you chose the latter so you step aside to let her in.

It’s like she never left. Alexia sits on her side of the sofa, chuckling to herself when she sees the blanket on your side and the bowl of popcorn and glass of red wine on the coffee table.

“Why?” you asks as you sit opposite her.

“Hear me out. Let me say want I need to say then I’ll do whatever you want even if that means leave and never speak to you again”

You nod you head letting her know you agree to her terms.

“You know when I first realised I liked you?” She asks but then she remembers what she said “right, you’re letting me speak. Well I’ll tell you, Alba, Jenni, Mapi they all told me before I knew. When i first realised I was in love you with you it was because my mum told me that I loved you and that you loved me. Us going public even moving in together, these were things the other people told me I should do. I never got to make the decision for myself” 

“So you’re saying that you didn’t want any of these things to happen. That you only told me you loved me because you mum told you or that we only moved in together because you felt like it was what was suppose to happen”

In that moment you began rethinking every major milestone in your relationship. Was any of them genuine?

“No. All of those things made me really happen and I know that my life is much better with you in it and that every challenge I face is better when I have you by my side”

“So what changed?” you know that you agreed to let her talk but you needed answers.

“You remember the weekend you had that event in Madrid and you took Alba with you?” 

You nod your head.

“My mum came for dinner that night, everything was going great until we sat here, in this very spot. She began telling me how happy she is that I found my soul mate. She said that our love reminds her of the love she shared with my dad” as she says her father’s name Alexia feels a lump forming in her throat. This is something you notice so even though you’re mad at her you reach for her hand hoping to give her some kind of comfort only she pulls back.

“No, let me do this. We talked about me and you all night. I walked her through our entire relationship then she started asking me questions about our future like it was some kind of test and I guess I passed because she handed me a box at the end like it was a prize. I opened it and I couldn’t believe what I saw, it was her engagement ring, the one my father gave her. I asked her why she was giving me it. She told that she wanted it to stay in the family. I asked her why give it to me, why not wait and give it to Alba. Her answer was simple and I quote ‘Y/N is your person. She will stay by your side in the good times and bad and she will by with you until you take your last breath’ the last part threw me but then she said that growing old together is a luxury not a guarantee. It was her way her telling me life is short and I got scared”

You remained silent for a few seconds as you let your mind register what Alexia told you.

“You got given a ring and you decided to break up with me”

Alexia tips her head back when she hears the bottom line of her actions.

“I’m so stupid”

“No. What you are is a bad communicator” 

“When my mum gave me the ring I saw it as yet another step in our relationship that has been influenced by someone else. I needed time to think”

“What you needed to do was come to me and we would have talked through it together”

Alexia hears you and knows that’ what she should have done. If she had then you wouldn’t be in this position.

“Listen to me Alexia, did our friends and your family get involved in our relationship, yes but that was because we were too stubborn to admit that we liked each other, let alone love each. They didn’t interfere or influence our decisions, they only pushed us in the right direction. We made this, I chose you and I love you”

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I let my fears cloud my judgement”

You tap the space next to you and Alexia moves closer. She pulls you into her arms.

“Do you still have the ring?” You ask and you feel alexia nod her head “Good, keep it. When the time comes, know that i will say yes. Know that I won’t be saying it because I think it is what other people want me to do, I will do it because I want to spend the rest of my life with you and nobody else”

“Even if we play for different teams?” Alexia asks you.

“What are you talking about? We have spent our entire careers playing for different teams, you will always play for Spain and I England”

“Ana said you’re leaving” 

You roll your eyes. Of course Ana scared Alexia even if she didn’t know what was going on.

“I am leaving but you know this. It’s Christmas so I will be going home to England, one Christmas there, one Christmas here. Remember?”

Alexia couldn’t believe that she forgot this. How could she let herself believe that you move clubs because of her.

“How would you feel if I come with you? I have met most of your family and it’s not fair that you spend every other Christmas with me and mine but I don’t go with you to yours”

You couldn’t believe what Alexia was saying. You never asked her but you really wanted to spend Christmas with her and your family in England.

“I would love that. Maybe you could invite your mum and Alba too”

Alexia knows it’s what is right so she asked the other Putellas women to join her lunch the following day so that she can ask them in private.

Although the past couple of weeks were tough the ones that were to come would go down as your favourite. The Putellas’ join the Y/L/N’s for Christmas. You and Alexia go to Mexico for new year where she gets down on one knee and proposes with the ring her mother gave her.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

'What would your rather find living in your attic? 1000 roaches or one person?' for Sunset Curve because you know they would all have strong opinions. Plz and thank you!

This spiralled completely out of control 😅 i... have no idea who is going to be more surprised at the turn this took. I never saw it coming. though, in hindsight... Maybe I should have.

“Okay, next question: ‘What would you rather find living in your attic? A thousand roaches or one person?’” Reggie asks, reading from the card in his hand.

Alex groans, “I need more information!”

“That’s not how the game works, Alex. Rapid-fire,” Bobby explains. 

“The only rapid-fire my brain does is worst case scenarios.”

“A thousand roaches,” Luke chimes in, more cheerfully than is probably appropriate. 

Alex’s face screws up in disgust. “Why?”

“You just gas ‘em out and clean them up and they’re gone, right?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“I’d rather a person,” Bobby declares.

“Okay, but is it a stranger or a person you know? Are we ALLOWED to remove them or do they have to be there eternally? At least we know they’re alive, I guess.”

Bobby throws his hands into the air, “It doesn’t matter! Just pick one!”

“Maybe I’m in your attic, Alex,” Luke teases, leaning close to get into Alex’s personal space. 

Alex pushes his face away. “Ew, gross. Stay away from my attic.”

Reggie giggles, “That’s what she said.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Alex cries. “This game isn’t any fun, can we do something else? Please?”

“Truth or dare?” Reggie suggests.

Alex rolls his eyes, “We know everything about each other. It’s just dare. And you know I don’t like those.”

“Never have I ever!” Luke proposes.

“Dude, what did I JUST say?”

A nervous laugh escapes Reggie. He quickly claps a hand over his mouth but is too slow. All three of his friends turn to look at him.

“What?” Bobby asks. 

He shakes his head. “Nothing,” he mumbles from behind his hand. 

A teasing grin takes over Luke’s face and he crawls toward Reggie. “You have an idea!”

“No! Nope. Nuh uh,” Reggie says, shaking his head vigorously. 

Luke reaches out to grab Reggie’s wrist. He tries to pull Reggie’s hand away from his mouth but is met with more resistance than he expected.

“C’mon, Reg! What is it?”

Bobby eyes Luke and Reggie intently. “It’s just us, man. It can’t be that bad!” Bobby assures him.

Luke finally manages to wrench Reggie’s hand away from his face.

“Just tell us,” Alex pleads. 

“What, do you want us to kiss you or something?” Luke asks cheekily. 

Reggie’s face turns bright red and the grin on Luke’s face grows. 

“No,” Reggie mumbles, staring at the floor. 

“You do!” 

Alex and Bobby share an apprehensive look. Alex has been out to the band for a while now but nobody else has ever said anything about being anything other than straight. But if there’s something they know with certainty, it’s that Luke will do anything for the bit.

Luke looks at Alex and then back at Reggie, “Do you want Alex to kiss you?”

Reggie raises his eyes to look at Alex, quickly averting his gaze again.

“Or is it Bobby?”

He repeats the motion. 

“Or…” Luke crawls impossibly closer, “me?”

Reggie squeaks. 

“Luke! Stop. Be nice,” Alex chastises him. He reaches out to grab Luke by the arm, pulling him away from Reggie.

Bobby takes Luke’s spot in front of Reggie. Though he maintains a respectful distance. He dips down to catch Reggie’s gaze. 

“Hey,” he says gently. “It’s okay.”

Reggie lifts his head up to acknowledge Bobby. “Yeah?”

Bobby shrugs, “Yeah. I mean, I don’t get it, but you can want to kiss whoever.”

“I want to kiss so many people,” Reggie admits quietly. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that, you know,” Alex chimes in from where he’s sitting. He’s still got a solid grip on Luke’s arm, holding him in place. 

Luke shakes Alex off with a glare. Or at least his best attempt at one. Alex somehow manages not to laugh.

“I’d kiss you if you wanted,” Luke offers. 

Reggie’s eyes widen as he looks up at Luke. “Really?” he asks excitedly. His blush deepens. He puts a hand on each of his cheeks to feel their warmth. “Really?” he asks again, keeping his voice level.

Luke nods, “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Reggie’s voice is small but he maintains eye contact with Luke. Bobby moves out of the way as Luke crawls back to where he’d been before. 

Luke brings his hand up to cradle Reggie’s face. He looks down at Reggie’s lips and then back up at his eyes. “Do you just want like a peck or…” he trails off, suddenly uncertain. 

Reggie doesn’t let the uncertainty linger, leaning forward to press their lips together. 

Luke kisses him back almost immediately. His hand shifts from Reggie’s cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Reggie’s hands find their way to Luke’s waist, causing Luke to jolt slightly at the skin to skin contact. 

Reggie laughs into their kiss but doesn’t break it until Bobby’s cough startles them both. 

Luke pulls away from Reggie and looks back at Bobby. “What? You want a turn?”

Bobby’s face turns an uncharacteristic shade of red. 

“Well, c’mon then!” Luke reaches out for him and pushes him in front of Reggie. 

Luke looks at Reggie. “I mean, if you wanted it too,” he clarifies.

Reggie simply offers a small nod.

“Well, alright then!” Luke says. “Get to it. Then it’s my turn.”

Bobby chokes slightly but lets Reggie pull him in for a kiss of their own. 

“You next?” Luke whispers exaggeratedly to Alex. 

Alex gapes at him, eyes wide. He stammers for a moment and Luke grins. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

“You’re not the boss of who Reggie kisses,” Alex hisses at him.

“Yeah, well, maybe I should be. It’s working out great!” Luke directs a pointed look Reggie and Bobby’s way.

They let the pair get lost in their makeout session for a few minutes before Luke lets out an obnoxious cheer. Bobby and Reggie startle apart, both directing glares Luke’s way. 

Luke pushes Alex toward Reggie. “Alex’s turn! And I want to kiss Bobby.”

“Maybe I don’t want to kiss you,” Bobby counters.

Luke scoffs, “As if. I’m an excellent kisser.”  

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

Luke smirks, “I could be.”

Bobby rolls his eyes but switches places with Alex. They watch as Alex gently pulls Reggie in for their kiss. 

“Sexy, right?” Luke whispers. He looks up at Bobby who’s still watching the others. He laughs lightly as he straddles Bobby’s lap. The sudden contact startles Bobby and he stares at Luke. 

“What are you-?”

“Let me kiss you? Please?”

Bobby sighs. He winds his hand through Luke’s cutoff and onto the small of his back, pulling Luke closer to him. “Fine.”

A cocky grin takes over Luke’s face. Bobby rolls his eyes before firmly planting his lips on Luke’s, wiping away the self-assured expression. He kisses Luke deeply, relishing in the moans that escape. 

Both couples pull apart to breathe within moments of each other, gasping for breath. 

“That was…” Reggie starts to say.

“Yeah,” Alex agrees breathlessly. “That is NOT where I expected tonight to go.”

Luke chuckles, “Can’t say I’m mad about it”

“Should have done that ages ago!” Reggie enthuses, looking between his friends. His face crumples up in concern when his gaze reaches Bobby. “Wait! Alex hasn’t kissed you two yet!”

Bobby puts his hands up, “It’s okay, I don’t-”

“Do you WANT to kiss Alex?” Reggie asks. 

“Well, I…”

Luke looks at Alex, “Do you want to kiss Bobby?”

Alex’s face turns pink. 

“Go on then. Or I am.”

Bobby rolls his eyes and pushes Luke off his lap. He settles in front of Alex, pecking him on the lips before pulling away.

Reggie’s face falls. “That’s all?!”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Bobby says.

“So not into it,” Alex agrees. “No offense,” he directs at Bobby.

“None taken.”

Luke’s bouncing on his toes, somehow still balanced in a crouching position.

“Can I kiss Alex now?” he asks impatiently. 

“God, you’re so needy,” Bobby groans. He moves away from Alex and lets Luke take his place. 

Luke hastily pulls Alex into a kiss. As it deepens, Reggie whimpers from behind them. 

“Oh!” Bobby exclaims with realization, “You haven’t gotten to watch yet.” A grin to rival Luke’s spreads across his face. He moves to sit beside Reggie. “What’s better?” he whispers knowingly.

Reggie audibly swallows and Bobby chuckles. “Both. I like both.”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon x Reader

first post on here lol so this’ll be very messy.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

summary: you go to alex’s halloween party to impress graham who you learn isn’t going. what happens when you and damon get drunk together and play spin the bottle?

it was finally here. halloween night. the one night everyone hosts parties on, especially a good mate of mine. alex always hosts parties on halloween, obviously making costumes mandatory. this year i decided to dress a bit revealing in hopes to impress a certain shy guitar player. i wore a white dress, revealing quite a bit of my chest, with white elbow long gloves, white fishnets, some fluffy angel wings accompanied by a white fluffy halo sitting on top my head. i even found some perfect white mary janes to complete my look. almost complete my look. i heard knocking from my front door, signaling me that damon was here. i quickly finish up my simple makeup, white eyeshadow with clear lip gloss. i grab my crossbody bag and a small red jug before opening the door to greet the man who was wearing a sailor outfit.

“out of everything, dames, you chose a sailor?” i step out my place and lock the door before shutting it.

“nope. i’m a SEXY sailor.” he proudly grins, hands to his hips.

“uh…no.” i walk past him and start heading to the elevator.

“come on, y/n, why don’t you fancy me?” he genuinely questions.

“because i fancy someone else, dames, you already know that.”

“ugh yeah yeah, head over heels for my best friend.” he shudders.

we finally reach his car and start heading to the party.

“so what’s with the jug?” he motions to the mysterious jug at my feet.

“it’s blood for my costume.”

“a bloody angel? how sexy.” he winks at me.

“exactly what i’m going for.” i smile happily.

“is this all for graham?” he asks, a look of worry plastered all over.

“yeah?”

“oh, my dear y/n…he won’t be there, he declined. he’s staying home.” he kept looking at me and then the road and then me quickly.

“turn around, i’m going home.” i didn’t hesitate.

“oh come on, y/n, you don’t need to have graham there to have fun. it’s gra anyways, he’s too shy to do anything fun.”

“i don’t care, i was going to try and make a move dames! god, why does he have to be a party pooper sometimes.” i grumble.

we reach the destination, cars littering the area.

“can you help me with the blood, dames?” i grab my stuff and step out.

“of course, love.” he grabbed the jug from me and began pouring it all over.

he poured where it would look good, mostly over my chest.

“jesus damon, i think my boobs are soaked in blood.”

“that’ll be a nice sight.” he smirks.

i whack his arm to which he hisses and stupidly holds it in “pain”. we put the jug away and start heading to the life of the night. music deafened my ears and bright lights blinded my eyes. i grabbed onto damon as he lead us straight to the kitchen, aka the bar. he poured himself a red solo cup of straight vodka before downing it in one gulp. he then cautiously poured me some, watching at everyone near him. glad to know he’s watching out for me. he hands me the cup and i do the same as him, wanting to get drunk quickly and end the graham-less night. the more damon and i drank, the more i forgot about the shy man i’m head over heels for. i don’t know how or when but damon and i ended up on the dance floor, dancing on one another. i wasn’t on him but he was on me, shaking his ass in front of me. he wasn’t necessarily twerking but just had his hands on his knees and he moved his ass up and down. i laugh at his attempt and gave it a firm slap to which he yelped at. he went back to dancing on me, grinding on me like a girl would on a guy. i felt him up, his curves and everything. he turned around to face me, hooded eyes staring into mine before he sloppily connected our lips. i kissed back a bit but we both pulled away and stared at each other before bursting out laughing. we then made our way to the kitchen when we were stopped by alex, the man of the hour.

“hola guys! i love you guys so much! let’s play spin the bottle!” he was already shit faced drunk.

he led us to a different room with a couple people sitting in a circle, an empty vodka bottle in the middle. damon’s hand was holding mine this entire time even when we sat down next to each other. alex went first and landed on some random girl, it obviously got steamy quickly cause it was alex. dave went next and landed on alex, to which he rolled his eyes to.

“don’t make out with me you wanker.” he warned.

as they kissed, everyone including damon hollered and whooped. they pulled away and immediately damon went. the bottle slowed and eventually landed on me.

“2nd times a charm, y/n.” he winked.

“oh hush it.” i smacked his arm again.

i looked at everyone in the group as they whistled at us, except one guy. he was unfamiliar, a mask hiding his identity. he was dressed as a devil, just a red button up, black trousers with a red cape and horns. i quickly dismissed the guy and went back to damon. i grabbed onto his collar and brought his lips to mine. we kissed even longer than the one on the dance floor, but still sloppy. i subconsciously moved to sit in his lap, his hands on my thighs. i held his face in my hands and deepened the kiss and added tongue. he began to move his hands up but i quickly pulled away and fell back. laughing my ass off on the floor, he soon joined in.

“sorry dames but you are NOT graham.” i wipe a tear that fell from laughing.

i looked up to look at the devil man, just staring. i stopped laughing, his whole vibe intriguing me.

“your turn, angel.” alex wiggled his eyebrows.

i sat back up and in my spot before spinning. i sat on my heels, waiting to see who i kiss. if i land on damon, i swear i might just say fuck it and fuck him. but then the bottle stopped on the mystery man.

“who the hell is this man!” damon argued, upset i didn’t get him.

i slowly crawled to the man, his position the same.

“hello there.” i softly said, stopping in front of him.

he just politely nodded in return. i huffed at him, sitting on my heels again.

i slowly begin lifting up his mask but he stops me to do it himself. he lifts it up barely enough to expose his lips. i bite my own at the sight of his beautiful lips.

“can i?” i ask.

he just nods. i then connect our lips, tasting the alcohol that he previously downed. i moaned at the taste, loving the whisky. the man wasn’t kissing back which upset me, so i began pulling away but his hands grabbed my face to pull me back. his sudden confidence causing me to gasp. i then go to sit in his lap like i did with damon. his fingertips burned my skin, the right way. i ran my hands up his chest, feeling whatever i can. i planned on stopping and getting up but his hand on my boob changed my mind. i threw my head back and moaned, his lips now kissing my neck. i gripped his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut.

“fuck this, i’m getting out of here.” i hear damon grumble, stomping away.

i opened my eyes to watch him leave, wanting to go after him but the man securing my legs around him distracted me. he then stood up and led us to a bedroom.

“have fun!” alex cheered at me.

i was confused on who this man was. i wanted to go to damon, comfort and apologize to him, but this guy refused. once we were in a room and we were on the bed, i pulled away.

“look man, i gotta go to my friend. he needs me.” i start to get up but he grabs my wrist.

“fuck damon. i need you more y/n.” the man finally speaks.

his voice was familiar, very very familiar. it scared me, who was he? then it clicked. my eyes widen as far as they can and my mouth falls open. i try to get off him and stand up but i just fell to the floor. he stood up to help me but i scramble away.

“no…no fucking way…” i felt like i was dreaming.

it can’t be him. i finally get myself to stand up and go towards him. i reach up to his mask but he stops me again. i stay there, staring into the eyeholes of the mask, trying to confirm my theory. he then let my wrist go, letting me proceed my journey to take off his mask. and i do. i peel the mask off, instantly dropping it from my trembling fingers. there he was. the shy guy that i’ve fallen for, lips flushed pink from kissing me. he kissed me.

“graham…” i breathed out.

“hello.” he sucked his bottom lip.

“how…? damon said you weren’t gonna be here…” i was confused, the alcohol making this a much more bigger deal than it should be.

“he was right, i didn’t want to come but i-uh-i-i wanted to see you…” he looked down at the ground, nervously.

“i came to see you! but when i knew you weren’t coming, i wanted to leave but it was too late.”

“is that why you were kissing damon like that?” his voice sounded hurt.

“that shit meant nothing, gra. you even heard me say that he wasn’t you.” i defended my drunken actions.

“what would you have done if it was?” he glanced up at me, bottom lip still sucked in.

“everything. you don’t know how much i want you, graham.”

“then show me.”

“what?”

“show me how much you want me.” his low voice turning me on.

i didn’t hesitate to kiss him again, hands immediately in his soft hair. something to finally cross off my bucket list. his hands softly rested on my hips, slightly gripping whenever i’d tug on his hair. we moved back to the bed, graham moving to lay against the headboard. i crawled to him, his bottom lip being attacked by his nibbling teeth.

“do you want me as much as i want you gra?”

“a lot, y/n. i’ve always wanted you since i saw you. fuck damon-wait, DON’T fuck damon…fuck me. please…” he whined, begging.

i moaned as my response to his neediness. i begin to strip him, unbuttoning his shirt and untying his cape. he went to take off the horns but i stopped him.

“keep them on. they’re cute on you.” i smile once he smiles.

“anything for you, love.”

hearing him call me that is different from when damon does. it gives me multiple butterflies and a contagious smile. i unbutton his trousers and struggled to pull them down but i do. i discarded his clothing all over the floor, not caring for them anymore.

“it’s unfair i’m naked, y/n. please undress..” he gave me puppy dog eyes.

“i can never say no to you.” i squeeze his cheeks, puckering his lips so i can kiss them.

i take off my bag and threw it wherever, hearing the stuff inside clatter together. i then unzip my dress, slowly pulling it down my body, eventually exposing my bare top. graham’s eyes go wide at the sight of my nude self, well only my boobs so far. he bites his lip, flaring his nostrils as he whines out, thrusting his hips upwards. i chuckle at him, getting drenched at his attitude. i began to quickly take everything else off except my halo since he said so.

“you look like a real life angel, it fits.”

we went back to kissing, my clothed pussy sitting so perfectly onto his hard cock. his hips would stutter up and he’d rub against me causing me to moan.

“please, baby. please fuck me, i want you so bad. i wanna feel you so bad.” he begs, whimpering for me.

“god, you’re such a good boy for me.” i kiss his cheek.

fuck the teasing and foreplay, his ass is getting his reward immediately. i’ve been wanting this forever. WE’VE been wanting this forever and dragging this out even more will be absolute torture for us. i sit up a bit to take off my underwear, throwing that wherever as well. i then pull down his boxers, hard cock springing out. the sight of seeing him like this made my stomach rumble with butterflies. i quickly took his boxers off before sitting back on his lap.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted you…how long i’ve wanted you.”

“please please, hurry and show me. i’m yours…” and then i came conscious at that exact moment.

hearing graham coxon tell me he’s all mine released some sober primal animal. i took his dick and stroked him a bit. already hearing his moans made me wanna cum. i then sat his tip against my folds before sinking down on him. we both loudly moaned, feeling complete like this. like his dick was made for me and my pussy was made for him. matched like a god damn puzzle. i began rolling my hips, pleasure already being overwhelming. his hands went to play with my boobs, hypnotized by them through his cute glasses. i played with his hair, loving the feeling of it between my fingers. he began kissing my neck, nibbling at the skin and harshly sucking to leave marks.

“fuck yeah gra…mark me..i’m all yours.” i bounced up and down, his hands feeling whatever he can.

he found my sweet spot, sucking on it to earn my loud moans. his name just spewing out my mouth, it felt right. my riding started to slow down and i noticed.

“switch.” i breathed out.

“huh?” he pulled away from my neck

“switch, gra. i’m getting tired.” the sweat on my forehead proving right.

he understood and positioned us to where he could flip over easily. he succeeded. he took over and began thrusting into me insanely. he didn’t hold back at all. he waited for this moment every since he saw me, he felt guilty but he always wondered what it’ll feel like to be inside me. deep inside me. like right now. my legs wrapped around him, pushing him closer to me and he got deeper and faster. i scratched at his back, leaving marks but he didn’t care. his hair stuck to his forehead except some parts that swung with every thrust. he felt empty, connecting our lips fixing that problem. his hands were resting by the sides of my head, itching to feel me up but he knew he’d lose balance if he removed one. from the beginning he hit that one spot, and he kept hitting. i spat lewd noises into his mouth to which he returned every time he felt my fingernails against his skin or my fingers tug his hair. his glasses were basically off his face, just being held on by our faces smooshed together. i helped him out and pushed them up and they surprisingly stayed.

i pulled away from his lips slightly just to moan out, “fuck gra, i’m gonna cum.”

i pull his hair. a moan followed by a whimper escaped his puffy lips.

“me too, love.” he gripped the bedsheets next to my head.

we went back to kissing as we found it addicting, worse than cigarettes and alcohol.

“fuck gra! i’m-“ i cut myself off as i moaned loudly when i felt the coil in my stomach tighten to its max. and hearing him whimper out my name tipped me over the edge.

“i fucking love you, graham!” i moan out as i cum all over his throbbing cock, squeezing his shoulders.

he continued to thrust, almost there. my body turning cold from the insane overstimulation.

“fuck gra, cum in me.”

and that tipped him over the edge. he did exactly that.

“fuck! i fucking love you too, y/n!” he moaned, his glasses falling off his face and onto my chest.

i felt him fill me up, moaning at the feeling. he thrusted a few more times before eventually collapsing on top of me, after i grabbed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. he laid there, cheek smooshing against my chest. i felt his hot breath against my sticky skin. i began playing with his hair again, my new favorite thing to do.

“did you mean it?” he spoke up.

“mean what?”

he propped himself up slightly to look at me.

“are you drunk or did you mean it when you said you love me?” his voice back to shy and nervous.

“i’m drunk, gra.” his face immediately saddening at my words.

“but i meant everything i’ve said. i love you incredibly graham leslie coxon. more than you could ever know-more than i could ever know.” i rest my palm on his cheek, him leaning into it made me smile.

“oh gosh, y/n. you make me the happiest man in the world, even before today. hearing your name or even seeing you made my day 100x better. i want to be with you everyday. i love you so so so so so so sooooo much. even more than the beatles.” he sheepishly admits.

i playfully gasp at his words.

“not sir mccartney! oh how devastated will he be!” i dramatically rest the back of my hand on my forehead.

he laughs at me, kissing my palm and then the bare skin below him.

“will you be my girlfriend, y/n? so we can have many more moments like this.”

“sex or talking in bed?” i question.

the tip of his ears turn red while his face eventually does too.

“i’m joking, my love. of course i will. i wanna spend forever with you. eternity with you.” i pucker my lips, inviting him for a kiss to which he gladly accepts.

he struggles to climb close to me but gets there.

“god, can’t i marry you already?” he groans against my lips.

“one day, my love. soon” i caress his soft cheek before kissing him again.

we eventually got into a more comfortable position, taking off our head pieces that got quickly discarded on the floor. him laying on his back as i lay my head on his chest meant it’s his turn to play with my hair but i still found a way to play with his, reaching my arm up to his head. we talked our lovey dovey talk and eventually fell asleep, the sound of the crazy party outside the door was muted. little to my knowledge, graham subconsciously locked the door as it’s a habit, and i’m incredibly grateful since as we slept many horny people tried to pry their way in for a place to fuck. after the party ended, alex made his way throughout his house to kick out all the stray people, eventually stopping at our door. he unlocked the door with his key and swung it open but stopped himself from yelling once he saw it was us. he smiled to himself, happy graham grew balls to finally make a move. he always told graham that we’d be good together, a perfect match. he realized he was staring at our naked bodies entangled together and cringed at his accidental creepiness and left, quietly closing the door. the next morning felt magical, waking and seeing graham right next to me was like a dream. once he woke up too, we showered and dressed back in our dirty halloween clothes, making our way downstairs to see alex, damon, and dave all hungover eating breakfast. damon was about to bite into some toast when he looked up and dropped it.

“you fucker! damn you, graham, you stole y/n.” he complained.

“oh hush dames, it was never gonna happen.” i roll my eyes and rub graham’s back to reassure him.

“i know, i know. i’m only fucking with you, but it was nice to have you as a kissing buddy. missed you, care to spare one more.” he puckered his lips once graham and i got closer to the table.

i bent down to make it seem like i was gonna kiss him but i grabbed his toast and set it against his lips instead.

“no way. eat up, dames, it’ll help.” i pat his back before heading to make graham and i breakfast.

once i go into the kitchen, i saw all of them patting graham’s back basically congratulating him. i saw graham shyly smile and blush insanely before making eye contact with me, avoiding theirs. i wink and blow a kiss to him. he blushed even harder and looked away from me. holy shit, i love this man so much.

[gay-flyboys]

First Line Analysis

Okay, @read-and-write- tagged me in this while at work, but this is so fun.

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

I went with only fics, not chapters, because otherwise it would be wholly dominated by two fics and that's not fun. Though I am curious what it would look like if I broke it down by chapter.

(This is maybe the widest variety of fandoms that could have happened, so I've labeled for ease of... something)

(Life In Full Bloom) (RWRB) "It’s 2024, and one person knows they’re engaged—a tattoo artist who spent the better part of two hours signing NDAs and etching delicate ink into the fragile skin of Henry and Alex’s hands, right where newly minted gold rings would sit."

(Hair Twined With Flowers) (RWRB) "Mud, fun fact, was a remarkably slippery substance after the first rain of the practice season."

(Tornt) (Fantasy High/Garfield) "Honestly, he doesn’t even know how he ended up in this situation."

(True Colors Shine In Darkness and in Secrecy) (RWRB) "10:54 PM, his phone says."

(Oxidation) (RWRB) "It’s in times such as these that Alex is catapulted back to his junior year of high school, studying Hamlet in his early morning English class."

(Still Singin' Here Above the Ground) (RWRB) "As long as Henry can remember back, he’s always been a watcher."

(His Greatest Fears and Wringing Hands (The Loudest Silence)) (Spiderman: ATSV) "'No. No, no no nono, Peter-'” Miguel’s voice can’t reach far enough."

(Across the Rubicon) (JATP) "When Bobby was asked by his teachers about his plans for the summer after graduating high school, he had bragged about the summer tour that Sunset Curve had managed to make happen."

(Sun Bleach) (The Hunger Games) "Despite his reputation and the several drinks he’s downed by lunch, Haymitch would say that he’s a rather perceptive guy."

(The Devil Took Your Breath Away) (Top Gun (Movies)) "The first thing he hears is from the mouth of his soon-to-be best friend."

Analysis!

Only two of these begin with dialogue. This is a thing I think I'm aware of, but not something I consciously think of as something I do.

Similarly, only one of these is less than 10 words. I be yapping. Love me some commas and dashes.

I apparently only write from the POV of masc characters (not surprising, I almost only write MM fics), and it's hit or miss if I tell you who is speaking immediately.

One of these was mostly written by one of my beta readers (i think i edited it a little) and to ME it sticks out, but I'm curious if anyone else can find it.

I feel like, despite my best efforts to encompass the fic in one sentence, I end up being really fucking cryptic all the time.

No Pressure Tags!

@littlemisskittentoes @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable

@anincompletelist @msmarvelouswinchester @songliili @affectionatelyrs @rockyroadkylers

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Did you make it this far? Sick. Have the first few lines from current Wips. No, i won't say what they're from

"Despite being surrounded by nearly his entire family, Henry has never felt so alone."

"The settee really isn’t made for two people to lounge on, and yet, Alex and Henry manage."

"As Alex turns off the shower, he realizes just how little the fan in his hotel room is doing to prevent condensation from building up."

[anincompletelist]

happy smutsgiving! :D

had no idea this was a thing but figured I'd share here in the final stretch of the day kjshdkjhs. as the title suggests, this is NSFW! 18+ only please.

here's a scene from hitman au! I hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving! <3

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“Your fucking mouth, sweetheart,” Alex grunts, his head tossed backward into the wall, “should be illegal. How much time do you think we have before someone comes looking for you?” 

“Mm, probably, like, half an hour?” Henry mumbles where Alex’s pulse is still caught between his teeth. “Maybe less if they finish up dinner early.” 

“Gonna have to make this quick then, hm?” 

Quick? In the past when Henry’d managed to get this far with someone they’d frantically gotten each other off with their hands and then promptly redressed and headed for the door before Henry could even get his clothes back on properly. All of those times had taken ten minutes at the very most. It’s always borrowed time, and never truthfully something Henry wants to take his time with. 

But Alex seems persistent in his quest to keep Henry both literally and figuratively on his toes, always hanging on every syrupy, sprawling syllable like some kind of fixation, the likes of which Henry typically tries valiantly to avoid. 

He eases back from Alex’s neck once he’s certain he’s left behind a sufficient bruise, a little shocked at his own eagerness. His fingers loosen where they’ve bunched up the material of Alex’s suit jacket at his shoulders, the reminder that he has no right to hold so tightly heavy in his temples as the shame works it’s way up his chest and onto his cheeks with a blush. 

Alex is blissfully ignorant of the sentiment though, and he tugs Henry closer to him with firm fingers and a seeking mouth, all muttered expletives and heat and the jagged cut of his teeth tugging at Henry’s lower lip.  The bite of pain keeps him present, keeps him steady, and Henry clings to it, gasps into Alex’s mouth when he squeezes roughly over the curve of Henry’s hips underneath his shirt until there isn’t a stitch of space left between them. 

It’s exhilarating to be wanted so openly, even if they are hidden away in an off-limits gallery away from prying eyes. Alex kisses him like he might die if he doesn’t, and that’s- Henry’s only ever been kissed indifferently, if he was even kissed at all. Alex’s hands keep gripping and tugging at different parts of Henry’s body like he can’t decide which part he wants to explore first, and Henry hates himself for hoping that it’ll take far more than just tonight to finish the expedition. 

Alex slides his shoulders down the wall a few inches and the motion juts his hips forward, one of his thighs, thick and muscular, settling in the space between Henry’s legs. Though Henry usually prefers the control, he’s helpless to stop the way his knees threaten to give out at the pressure of Alex’s own hips pressing firmly into his. 

He keens and topples forward, his nose glued to the space just behind Alex’s ear, and Alex catches him easily with a hand around his waist, slowly urging him back and forth. He presses a wet kiss to the part of Henry’s cheek that he can reach, then smooths a dangerous grin to the same spot. 

“Yeah? S’that feel good?” he coos, his voice deceivingly sweet before it dips into a filthy drawl, his teeth bared and fingers digging into flesh. “Come on, baby, ride me. That’s it.” 

The heat coils and simmers in his belly, his hands back to clutching fistfuls of Alex’s shirt as he abandons his resolution to remain unaffected. It doesn’t matter that they’re practically strangers, that Alex - Ander? - doesn’t seem to exist in any of the records or on any of the guest lists. Henry knows it’s the kind of thing he should probably bring up to the security staff, that he should leave well enough alone and stay away from Alex even if he is frustratingly alluring and by far the most beautiful man Henry’s ever seen. It’s risky and it’s dangerous and it’s stupid and Henry knows it. 

And yet. 

He feels mindless as he grinds forward into Alex’s hip and then back down onto his thigh, the pressure so dizzying that he has to keep his eyes shut, his mouth open against Alex’s shoulder, a bit of drool gathered on the material. Henry can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt so out of control, but it isn’t as terrifying of an idea as it always used to be with the others

Not when Alex is equally as affected, the outline of his cock straining stiffly against the bulge at the front of Henry’s own trousers, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his neck. Henry’s chin tilts and his lips part on instinct, gathering the salt onto his tongue with a quiet moan. 

“Fuck,” Alex hisses, nudging Henry with his head until he can look him in the eye, pushing the hair back from his forehead with his hand. “You’re gorgeous, you know that? You think you can get off like this?” 

“Probably,” Henry admits, his voice trembling. “It’s- it’s been a while. For me.” 

“Baby. That’s so fucking hot.” 

His hips stutter on Alex’s thigh, a crease forming between his brows. “It is?” 

“Fuck yeah, it is,” Alex growls, fingers digging into the flesh at his waist and urging him forward, back into a bruising rhythm as he breathes directly over the shell of Henry’s ear. “Knowing you think I’m worthy of getting to have you like this? Thinking about finally getting you all to myself after dancing around each other for months? Knowing I’m the one that gets to take you apart with my lips? With my hands? With my teeth?” Henry gasps, gripping frantically at Alex’s shoulders as he sucks a reciprocative bruise into the side of his jaw, the sharp line of his teeth marring his pale skin and drawing the blood to the surface. “Picturing you so desperate for me that you had to pull me away from the party and abandon your princely obligations just so you could have your fix?” A breathless chuckle lands somewhere against Henry’s collarbone, condescending pleasure mixing with the sweetest hint of pain. “S’a fuckin’ dream, sweetheart.” 

“Alex,” Henry groans a bit too loudly in the quietness of the room, shuddering at the lofty implications of his words, but Alex doesn’t shush him. 

What would they say? Henry wonders deliriously. How scandalized would people be to see the Prince of England’s Hearts with his own stuck in the confines of his throat, desperate to be handed on a silver platter to the man with his hands underneath the waist band of Henry’s trousers, the other wrapped around his neck? To see the picture of prim propriety panting and debauched, rutting mindlessly, desperately, on the brink of losing his meticulous control? Handing it over willingly?

“Yeah, baby. Say my fuckin’ name.” 

“Close,” Henry chokes. 

“Yeah? You gonna come for me?” Alex grins again, his eyes half-lidded as they roam lazily over Henry’s face, the antithesis of the punishingly quick, sharp snaps of his hips. “Wanna hear you, Henry.” 

“Yes,” he gasps, and Alex leans forward to fill in the gap between his lips with his own once more. 

It’s too much and too fast but he’s loath to stop it now, and suddenly he’s melting into molten heat headfirst, Alex’s heady eyes blazing and fierce, his grip tight and his rhythm unrelenting as it crashes over Henry in waves. He shivers and bucks and falls forward again, shaking in Alex’s arms as his eyes dip backward and flutter closed against the rush of heat. 

The world is still a little hazy around the edges when he registers Alex reaching down between them to undo the front of his trousers and get a hand around himself, pausing to lick a stripe up the center of his palm before he’s stripping himself in hurried strokes, flicking his wrist and rubbing a thumb over his slit, and Henry can see how much he’s leaking each time the flushed head of his cock fits through the top of his clenched fist. If he weren’t so lax-limbed and shaky, Henry would drop to his knees right this moment. 

He’s not as good at talking as Alex evidently is, but he’s always been intuitive with his body, with his lovers, though he’s not usually given the chance to explore or appreciate that. But Alex is here, right in front of him, gorgeous and desperate and close, and Henry can’t help the way he brings a trembling hand forward to grip at the newly exposed skin at Alex’s hip that’d been covered by his pants only moments before, only inches away from where he’s aching and swollen, and Henry curves a thumb into the jut of bone and soft flesh, and presses. 

“Ah, ah, fuck, Henry-” Alex comes with a stutter and a loud groan, clinging to Henry like a vice as he chases the feeling and then draws away, like it’s both too much and just on the precipice of too much. Henry understands. 

He strokes a hand down the back of Alex’s head until he calms, pulling back enough to look Henry in the eye and press their mouths together, softer than he had earlier. When he moves to clean them up Henry pushes him back against the wall with a gentle hand to his shoulder, ignoring Alex’s cocked brow as he reaches down on autopilot. 

With a soft sigh, Henry indulges himself in yet another fantasy he’s never been able to act on. He grips Alex’s dirty wrist from between them and drags it up to his mouth, eyes shut as he curls Alex’s fingers over his tongue and cleans each of them thoroughly, from his fingertips to his knuckles and back again, warm flesh and piquant release soothing his frayed senses. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Alex chokes, the breath knocked out of his chest. “You’re fucking perfect.” 

Henry hums and continues, pulling off of his fingers to drag his tongue across the veins and tendons running through the back of Alex’s hand that lead down to his wrist. He doesn’t stop until there’s no trace of Alex left on him, then eases a soft kiss to the center of his palm, leaning into it when Alex uses the same one to grip his cheek and pull him forward again. 

“Thank you,” Henry murmurs against his mouth, his gratitude eagerly accepted and returned by swollen, salacious lips.

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[prxttythngs]

closed for @wstfl

the picture is a work of fucking art if you ask mack. alex’ prissy little ex photographed with everything on display– her tits still glistening with water from the shower, her form bent over to show the curve of her ass as she reaches to pick up her towel. he took a bunch of photos that night, when the dumb cunt had been stupid enough to leave her window open, but this is by far the best-looking one. what a fucking waste that she’s a prude– according to alex, at least. mack would have never put up with that. in fact– he isn’t going to put up with it. if she wasn’t secretly desperate to be fucked, she would have closed that window. mack: [1 attachment] mack: you look fucking hot like that mack: should i show all your friends? mom and dad too? mack: if you don’t want everyone you know to see, meet me behind the pizza place on 5th at midnight.

[misschanadlerbong]

Chapter 13 Pt.1 - Perfect

Summary: Just senior prom.

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff with some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Finally, the day of prom came, and you were all set to get ready and dance your ass off tonight. Jessica was also at your place because you needed her to help with makeup, hair, and stuff you had no idea about. Both the boys were going to pick you up from your place.

Jessica asked in confirmation “Dress?”

“Check!”

“Hair accessories?”

“Check!”

And…did you put a straightener to heat?”

“Oh, Jess do you realize that you are going through this checklist for the fifth time? It is all good even if we leave something out that we are not, so what’s the big deal? Isn’t today all about having fun just chill babe?”

“Y/N this is our last school dance it has to be perfect.” she declared.

You could never win against Jessica in a matter like this, so you just rolled your eyes and followed everything that Jessica told you about. You both went to a full regime of skin care and then she did your makeup and hair.

The theme of the senior prom was ‘Masquerade Ball’ and you picked up a perfect corset dress. It was a sequin dress the corset was black with a tint of golden to it and the skirt was golden with a tint of black at the very bottom of it with embroidered flower patterns. It also had a ribbon that went around your waist and tied into a bow on your back.

You had a last look in the mirror before going into the living room where your parents were waiting to see you. You looked at yourself and, you had to admit, you looked like a goddamn princess and the glow added to your face thinking about Clay made you look even better.

You heard the doorbell, “Honey your dates are here.” your mom shouted from the living room.

You and Jessica walked into the living room and seeing you both your mother exclaimed “Oh sweet Jesus! Don’t you two look beautiful?”

Your father was too startled to say anything, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. He always saw you like his little girl who needed her father’s help in everything but now he saw a well-raised beautiful young woman. Seeing you, your father shed a tear as he was overwhelmed, he tried his best to hide but could not.

You walked up to your dad and said “Aw Dad!” and gave him a warm hug.

Your eyes met Clay. He was wearing a tuxedo and was looking smoking hot. You walk over toward Clay and said, “Who knew my Nerd could pull off a tuxedo?” Clay simply grinned. He was staring deep into your eyes it seemed like he wanted to say something but was not letting it out “What?” you asked.

“You look…” he sighed “Seraphic!” he finally said.

Justin sauntered to Jessica, gave her a sweet kiss, and said: “Hello, gorgeous!” He then turned towards you and said “And Y/N you, you look terrific. I have never seen you like this before.”

Your lips curved into a smile and said, “Thanks Justin, you look great too.”

“Um Y/N I got something for you,” said Clay offering a corsage. You stretched your hand and allowed Clay to put a corsage on your wrist.

“Oh my god, Orchid? This is beautiful! I got something for you too Jensen. Mom, can you pass that?” you asked your mom to pass a boutonniere you especially got for Clay. You pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.”

“Shall we princess?” asked Clay with courtesy. But your father stopped you both.

“So, Clay Jensen, right?” your father questioned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring her back till 11, okay?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Clay said like an obedient boyfriend.

You all walked out of the house stopping on the porch you asked Clay “So where is our ride? I mean I asked you out, the least you could do is get us a Limo. Right, Jess?”

Jessica nodded in agreement and raised her eyebrow at Justin in question.

“Okay, I deserve that. Justin and Jessica are going with Charlie and Alex in an actual Limo. I have a different plan for us.” Said Clay.

“Oh really? What is it?” You jumped with excitement.

“I know what you love more than a Limo, this!” said Clay pointing his index finger towards Tony’s Mustang.

“Oh, my fucking god! Tony’s Mustang? How did you convince him?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, seems like he’d do anything for his best friend he knows how important you are to me and how much you love this car, so he agreed.” Clay offered his hand and asked, “Shall we madame?”

You held his hand and replied, “Oui, monsieur.”

You all arrived at the venue decided by your school. It was a big ballroom with a dancing space near the DJ and there were many round tables arranged for the seating. The room was decorated with every shade of white flowers. Exquisite chandeliers hung above the ceiling giving the room a royal aesthetic.

You and the gang took some drinks and hit the dance floor. You danced to many songs. Tony did the job just right as a DJ, you tried so hard to convince him to join the prom with everybody but being a DJ was his escape from socializing and dancing.

You and Jessica danced your ass off to the song ‘Best Friend’ by Doja Cat and Saweetie and decided to take some rest. Clay was just standing in one corner smiling at you as you danced. You walked up to him and urged “Oh come on Clay, we are at our Prom, we are supposed to Dance you know. Haven’t you read about proms in the library?”

“Ha-ha very funny. I can’t dance. Plus, it is such a pleasure seeing you dancing.”

You pouted at his response and to make it up to you he pecked your lips and offered you a drink.

You both were standing in one corner and talking and observing others. Your eyes fell on Charlie and Alex dancing to a slow song. They both were wearing tuxedos with matching boutonnieres pinned to their jackets and held each other while moving swiftly to the beats of the song. Then you saw Jessica and Justin dancing just beside them, it felt like love was in the air.

As you both were enjoying watching and talking a tall dark-haired boy approached you both.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing and you too Clay you look fine in that tux,” he said.

“Hi, Zach. Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself either.” you smiled.

“Um, Clay…I was wondering if I can borrow your date for a dance?”

You looked at Clay and said, “I don’t know Zach, I am pretty tired.”

“Come on Y/N it’s just one dance I am asking for, please?” Zach insisted.

Clay seemed like he had no problem with you two dancing together, “No, Y/N if you want to, then please. I will be right here watching you.” said Clay.

You nodded and proceeded towards the dance floor with Zach. Song ‘The Way, I Loved You’ by Taylor Swift started playing in the background and you both found your rhythm to dance. You held one of Zach’s hands and his other hand rested on your waist. Zach swirled you around a few times and you both were back to facing each other.

“Y/N I’d like to say something,” asked Zach.

“Yeah?”

“See I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I miss my time with you. I regret saying whatever I said. The thing was that I was too scared to put my game in jeopardy. But I didn’t realize that you were equally as important…” you cut him off “But Zach…”

“No, please listen to me. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake, will you ever be able to forgive me? I know you are with Clay now so the least I could ask for is forgiveness” he asked with innocence in his eyes.

“Of course, Zach, I already forgave you a long time ago. To be honest, I am grateful to you, if you never broke up with me, I would have never realized that I had feelings for Clay, and now hearing all those words from you made me realize exactly how I feel about him. So, thank you.”

While you both were dancing Justin and Jessica approached Clay and Justin asked “Dude, what is she doing with Zach?”

“Zach wanted to dance with Y/N so they’re dancing.”

“And you let her?” asked Justin sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, and she does not need my permission I am her boyfriend, not her master or anything and additionally they are just dancing what is wrong with that? It’s prom after all” replied Clay.

“Clay, you don’t let your serious girlfriend dance with her ex with whom the things were still complicated…”

“Oh yeah, Clay sure they are dancing, and look at them so adorable right? Whereas it should be you looking into her eyes the way Zach is. But I am sure this dance will not stir Y/N’s feelings back towards Zach.” Jessica said sarcastically.

Clay started to feel insecure and decided to make a move. He walked up to you as you expected him to. The only thing that could provoke Clay was jealousy and Jess played that card just right.

As soon as he held your hand to dance Tony changed the slow song to some rock music “Seriously Tony?!” you yelled in frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just jump around like these crazy people here, right?”

A grin took over your pout and Clay and you jumped around the dance floor feeling yourself and being lost in the music.

You and Clay found a seat for yourself to take a break and helped yourself with some food.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Before you could say anything, Clay howled “What the hell Bryce?”

“Hey man, I just wanna talk to her, just chill, okay?”

You turned towards Bryce and gave his request a thought. You decided to hear him out, whatever he wanted to say. You stood up but Clay pulled you back. You assured him by saying “It is okay Clay. I’ll be fine. What can he possibly do in a room full of people? I will be back, okay?”

Clay nodded in apprehension, and you followed Bryce to a corner of the room. You crossed your arms around your chest and asked, “What is it, Bryce?”

“Look Y/N I wanted to thank you for not taking any serious steps against me. I could have lost my scholarship and my chance to go to school and I want to apologize for whatever I did, I am sorry.”

“Bryce, everybody deserves to go to college, and you do too. No matter how you are everybody deserves a chance, so I gave it to you, and it is not a big deal.”

“Yeah, and I am grateful for that. I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was insecure and acted like a dick…” you cut him off and said in agreement “Well that is true.”

Before Bryce could say something, he was cut off by Clay “Everything okay babe?”

“Yeah, he was just saying something. Everything is fine.”

“Clay let me talk to her, please?” requested Bryce, and Clay started walking away with a frown but this time you pulled his hand and said “No Bryce Clay is not going anywhere. He is my boyfriend whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of him” Clay’s eyes gleamed hearing those words.

Clay stood by your side holding your hand “Y/N I was just saying that I am sorry. For everything.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“Okay? You are not gonna forgive me?” he asked.

“Well, you asked me to hear you out, so I did. I gave you a second chance Bryce, but I cannot forgive you, not just yet. I would like you to live with that guilt, if any.”

Bryce took a step towards you, but he was blocked by Clay in the way. Clay stood between the two of you facing Bryce and his hand stopped Bryce from moving further. Half of your body hid behind Clay.

“You heard her, now just leave her alone.” You never saw Clay so protective, and you loved the way he demanded Bryce leave.

You both went back to where the whole gang was and got to know that they soon are going to announce the Prom King and Queen.

“Who’d, you think it’s gonna be?” you asked Jessica with curiosity.

“Who knows? It is always up to the football team” she said pointing toward Zach and the other guys on the football team.

They called Jessica to announce the Prom King and Queen as she was the class president. Jessica walked right into the middle of the room and took the envelope where the names were mentioned.

She read and every soul in the room was looking at her with suspicion, she built up the suspense and finally said “I can never be happier to announce these two names as Prom King and Queen. Are you all ready to know?”

“Yes!” Everybody yelled in excitement.

“Y/N and Clay what the hell are you doing there? Come here because the Prom Queen is Y/N Y/L/N, and the Prom King is Clay Jensen. Come and collect your tiaras.”

Clay and you saw each other in disbelief as the unexpected had happened. You thought that Charlie and Alex were going to be prom kings but here you were receiving the title of Prom Queen. Jessica put the crown over Clay’s head, and you bowed to let Jessica put the tiara. When Jessica did her part, you looked at the audience and made eye contact with Zach as he raised his glass to you both. “Thank you” you mouthed to him.

“This one’s for two of the most important people in my life” announced Tony while playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

He knew how much you loved the song, and he played the song at the right moment.

“May I have this dance?” Clay’s question caught your attention and your eyes started shining.

Clay offered his hand, and you instantly took his hand. Clay kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman. You bowed and then held each other in a dancing position.

Clay’s hand slid down to your waist holding you close, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into each other’s eyes you both started dancing while your legs moved in perfect sync you teased Clay “Who knew this nerd could dance?”

“Well as you say, I am full of surprises.”

You felt ecstatic and calm dancing with Clay like you had nothing to worry about. The lyrics ‘I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me…’ echoed in the background.

You looked at Clay and said, “Clay Jensen, I think I am in love with you.”

“Did you just use both my names in a single sentence?” he teased.

“Come on Clay, you’re ruining the moment.”

Clay chuckled and replied, “Sorry, I know I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I am in love with you Clay Jensen.”

 ‘I don’t deserve this…’

‘You look perfect tonight…’

Clay swirled you around and your body collided as he held you tight like he was never letting you go.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” the crowd started shouting in unison.

You looked at Clay and said, “Seems like it’s time for some PDA Jensen.”

Clay smiled and crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss was desperate yet gentle. After you both had your moment, the crowd joined the dance floor, and you danced in Clay’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Clay abided by your father’s rule of getting you back to your place by eleven. As you both were not party people at all you decided to ditch the after-party. You both sat down on the couch in your bedroom and helped yourself to some hot chocolate.

The first thing you did after reaching your home was to get out of that dress and realize how good it feels to finally be able to breathe again. You lay your head on Clay’s chest and he put his arm around you as you both sipped your hot chocolate.

“Clay?” you called him out.

“Yeah?”

“I got a mail today, I got into Princeton.”

Clay removed his hand from your shoulder and sat up straight.

“Wow, that’s… great. But you are not going right?” asked Clay in apprehension.

“Clay… Princeton has been my dream college since I was a little kid. Of course, I want to go.”

“You’ll go all the way across the country? What about…us? We all know long distance never works” said Clay standing up.

You tried to convince him “Clay come on, it’s my college we are talking about.”

“So, all that ‘I love you shit was fake huh? You were playing with me this whole time, right?!” He sounded furious.

He started walking out of the room in a rage, but you tried to stop him “Clay please stay. Talk to me.”

Clay shed a tear and whimpered “I am too tired to fight right now Y/N. I should probably leave.”

He left and slammed your bedroom door. Tears started running down your eyes. You were asking questions yourself; did you just ruin a perfect relationship? Did you just hurt the most wonderful boy you have ever met? The hurt caused was not intentional, but you still felt guilty, you ruined your perfect night with the boy you love. Maybe Clay was right, maybe you were graduating single from high school.

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[sebrrari]

strong as i feel: a mini-scene set in the summer of like au, a year before there is a ghost at the end of this song. alex albon/lewis hamilton

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the heat’s seeping through the windows of the van like tar, melting and dragging them down as seb drives them out of california. lewis has someone’s sweatshirt bunched up into a makeshift pillow for him to wedge between his head and the window, and alex is watching him watch the scenery whizz by with his eyes squinted against the relentless midday sun.  

the light's bringing out the brown of lewis's braids and making the sweat on his face glow like he’s in a painting. alex is stealing sweet, guilty glances from where he’s sitting at other end of the bench seat, legs crossed and headphones in. his foot’s wiggling in time to a playlist charles put together: brit pop that's repetitious but catchy enough for him to hum along to the choruses. it usually gets him to zone out for 100 miles or so, but something electric and nervous deep in his guts won't go away. it's making him crazy, honestly.

he’s about to bang out a drum solo on his legs when lewis grabs his ankle and tugs. alex yelps, rips one ear bud out and wriggles his leg around in lewis’s firm grip. he shouldn’t savor such a casual touch, especially with someone as handsy as lewis. telling himself that has never once stopped him from doing so.

“tell me what’s wrong or stop fidgeting,” lewis scolds. he’s not really annoyed, alex knows. on tour, bickering is just something to do while you’re getting to where you’re going.

he’s turned toward alex now, stretched out to reach him, quiet ripples of muscle running underneath his tattoos all on display in the absence of the costumes and jackets it’s too hot to bother with right now.

his most threadbare shirt is falling off him - grey, sleeveless with big cut-open armholes that let his chest peek out. from just the right angle alex can imagine he's carved from marble that's pretending to be a lead singer, hard and made to tempt belief to bend for it.

there’s a bead of sweat trickling down the side of lewis's pec, syrupy slow on its way down, down-

alex bites the inside of his cheek, then points his foot to nudge lewis in the shin.

“nothing’s wrong,” he says, and he's pretty sure he sounds like he means it. “‘m just-“ he fishes for what could be besides worn through with want and heatstroke. “antsy.”

lewis’s expression softens up. he fans his fingers out on alex’s ankle, his thumb coming up to stroke the dip above the heel, back and forth in a sure line. he couldn’t know, but he’s not helping a single cell in alex’s body relax.

“charles’s fucking brit pop playlist isn’t boring enough for you to fall asleep?” lewis smirks.

“i heard that,” charles says from behind them in the third row.

lewis blows him an exaggerated kiss, then reaches for the ipod in alex’s jeans pocket. he fishes it out and pokes around, fingers circling the wheel and searching through the artists while alex he ponders the boundaries of friendly intimacy and if everyone’s been reaching into their friends’ pockets since pockets were invented and he just missed the memo.

“there,” lewis decides, and a soft guitar fades in. he plucks the other earbud out of alex’s palm to pop it in his own ear, but the line of the cord pulls taut between them, not quite long enough to reach. lewis grunts but doesn't drop it - instead he wriggles himself closer to alex until there’s a scant bubble of air between their skin.

the chorus starts. alex reminds himself to breathe - but not like, overly measured. this is normal. it always has been.

their arms push together and snag on prickly sweat as the van goes around a curve in the highway, hot, tacky surface tension sticking them together. neither of them move to put the space back in.

“better?” lewis asks him.

highway warm, i could bring you the light, billie corgan sings. 

“bit on the nose,” alex jokes, and lewis grins. 

“shut up and relax, man,” lewis laughs. 

alex tries. he really tries. he thinks cold thoughts: ice on his neck, a cold shower, taking the dog out for a piss during a winter storm in just his sweatpants. lewis learns on him and tips his head back. alex barely notices his own eyes closing.

“what do you want, alex?” lewis asks, his thumb pulling on alex’s lower lip.. it’s so, so easy to say it. how could he have ever thought this was hard? “you,” he answers, and scrapes his teeth on the pad of lewis’s thumb. “it’s you that i adore.” lewis moans and the sound bounces all around them forever like choir voices off cathedral walls. they intertwine like twisted cords, a mess to never untangle. everything is blinding, white hot and burning, but he can only focus on lewis.

alex wakes up with his head on lewis’s shoulder and pins and needles in his legs. jesus christ, he might’ve drooled a bit. 

lewis sleeps on, oblivious. the road stretches endless beyond the windshield. heat waves shimmer like the edges of his dream, taunting him to reach out and grab.

he tucks his hands underneath his thighs and tries to get comfortable, but the current in his veins has nowhere to go. the album loops back to its first track in his ear.

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(title and lyrics/references shamelessly taken from the album adore by the smashing pumpkins)

[alexanderlightweight]

Thursday! I'm the anon who sent the kid Malec prompt and I'm totally taking you up on that offer to send another one

I was waiting for next Wednesday to send this but no time like the present.

Magnus finds out alec can walk and fight in high heels cause he taught himself to help Izzy and he goes wild

of course anon! I'm glad you did and i was super happy to be able to fill this! I hope you enjoy it. it is a part of an ongoing verse which is mob!wife alec which I hope you don't mind

<3 lumine

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“Oh, well isn’t this a lovely surprise.” Magnus can’t help but pause as he watches Alexander from where he has one leg hanging off the bed and the other curled over his knee as he secures his shoes.

His very tall, very delightful knee-high boots with at least four inches of heels.

Alexander smiles at him, eyes softening as he puts his foot down.

“I thought if I tried your six-inch heels, I might be a little too tall.” And Alexander frowns, “I don’t enjoy ducking every time I go through a door and mundane establishments are always so small.

“Darling—” Magnus asks, breathless with delight. “Are you going to wear those for me, tonight?” There is another business meeting tonight, on the mundane side of things and Alexander has been a delightful distraction each time.

“I have to look the part.” Alexander tells him wryly, as if his boy doesn’t delight in teasing Magnus with his insistence of dressing up to mob wife perfection each time.

“Oh Alexander, I’m hardly complaining.” Magnus steps closer and kneels, smirking up at Alexander as he pulls a boot to his knee. “Let me tighten them for you, lovely.”

Alexander swallows, staring down at him in awed surprise.

It’s always so sweet, when Magnus’ boy does something as delightful as this and then doesn’t expect or anticipate Magnus’ reaction.

As if they’re going to be anything but late, now that Magnus has seen the glory of Alexander in heels.

The black leather caresses the curve of his calves and the gold buckles glint, as if threatening to pop off. Magnus tightens each strap and feels Alexander’s muscles tense under his touch.

Alexander may not have started this intentionally, but Magnus is hardly going to let such an opportunity pass him by.

“Perhaps we should skip tonight.” Magnus muses and his fingers massage through the leather as he leans forward so that his mouth is practically kissing the zipper of Alexander’s pants. “

“Isn’t tonight when someone important and new is coming to town?” Alexander manages to ask, voice hoarse as he tries to be a vestige of common sense and responsibility.

Magnus rolls his eyes, getting to his feet and using Alexander’s thighs to grip as he pushes himself up. Alexander groans under him, as if the touch is hurting him but Magnus knows it’s the fact that he’s resisting that hurts his boy so much.

“Well, if you insist.” Magnus sniffs, absolutely prepared to sulk until Alexander is more than prepared to make it up to him. “Honestly, hiding the fact that you can wear heels from me.” Because Alexander is graceful as he stands and while he’s even taller now, a denizen of danger in the shadows, he adjusts easily to the height and his balance is impeccable.

“Someone had to figure out how to teach Izzy to fight in heels.” Alexander murmurs and then he frowns, “your lips are further away now.”

“Oh, I can fix that.” Magnus promises with a purr, and he changes his own shoes to something sober and tall, a heeled boot with knives in the toes. After all, he might need to kick a few mundanes away from his boy and it never hurts to be prepared.

“Better.” Alexander agrees, leaning down to kiss him without a single wobble and then his boy is gliding over to Magnus’ vanity and looking over the jewelry there. “What do you think?” He asks as he holds up a black leather necklace.

It’s very close to a collar, in fact it is one and Magnus swallows, his heart suddenly pounding louder than he can hear over.

“Sweetheart, you are making this very hard for me.” He chides, coming up to Alexander and running a hand up his neck, palming the rune he adores there. “Are you trying to make sure you don’t leave our bed for the rest of the weekend?”

Alexander simple smirks at him and hands the collar over, a dark glint to his eyes as he pretends he isn’t watching Magnus in the mirror.

“It’s a little bland,” he taps the middle of the collar where various pendants normally go. “I think your initials would fit, don’t you?”

Magnus has the leather around his neck, sealed with a gold MB that matches the buckles of Alexander’s boots and Magnus’ own.

“I am going to burn the entirety of the mundane criminal world if tonight is anything other than extremely important.” Magnus promises him, pulling Alexander into a kiss as he claims him with a promise of what is to come.

[thedeathdeelers]

what is your take on bobby? like, the easy answer is obviously "he stole luke's songs and never looked back" but i doubt that's the WHOLE story? either way he did a shitty thing, but i'm curious as to your thoughts on him

hello!

hmmm tbh most of the time i don’t have any thoughts on bobby- i just forget he exists since he isn’t a member of the core 4 - julie luke reggie and alex (though that’s funny to say since he is a big part of the plot ie stole luke’s music and gave us a glimpse into what kind of person luke is, not wanting to be forgotten and erased by time and using his music to make sure he’s remembered but then you get bobby literally wiping his name off every song he ever wrote and having him be forgotten..ANYWAY TANGENT)

imma base all of this on show canon- i don’t really consider any of the books that came out after as “true” canon cause they weren’t kenny and the writers etc but ye; my mini disclaimer

so i am aware that bobby was a teenager who had lost 3 of his band members and friends in one go. it must’ve been traumatising, esp right before a huge gig that would’ve changed their lives forever.

but grief….thats never an excuse to be a shithead. bobby knew how much music meant to luke; to the boys and sunset curve in general. he knew the struggles luke was going through at home — heck he was there when they practiced unsaid emily!!! even if he wasn’t close to luke (though there’s debate about this again due to the non-canon ‘canon’ books that he was the closest to luke but it doesn’t make sense since they straight up forgot about bobby until well into the plot) bobby being there to witness that song is huge! he knew that much about luke!!

and i know there’s the argument of “but he was just a kid the companies took advantage of him!!” lmao no. that’s not an excuse. unless he was desperate to get famous he could’ve just…not done that. and let’s say he was bullied by the big bad music execs. man is obviously a rockstar in his own right now and could’ve easily either unearthed a “long lost song” and dedicated it to his bandmates or said it was written by luke or SOMETHING (which still wouldn’t have absolved him of his shitty actions but at least we’d know he has a conscience)

he obviously just rose to fame as Trevor with luke’s music skills and kept riding that wave — so no matter whether he had moments where he felt guilty or constantly thought about his dead friends…..he’s still a pretty shitty person as far as canon is concerned. the show ended with him just being like “oh shit” cause well. he might finally get caught lol

(also the way his entire house is decorated with massive posters of his face and the way he is with carrie and the kind of person he raised…..doesn’t say great things about him as an adult either. just a narcissist)

but ye…..these are my “i don’t have many thoughts about bobby” thoughts…,,,,,,…,,;