#or is it alex demure?

[clayvedevs]

Tennis channel just makes them do stuff huh 💀

[thatpratfromstoke]

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[maxedes]

getting disqualified because their team can‘t do math

[waxskies]

the bachelors being very demure

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some of it is nsfw 18+

Sebastian

➛ Sebastian leaves code comments. Very thoughtful.

➛ His code comments never duplicate code. Very cutesy.

➛ He’s not like other girls, he adds comments when fixing bugs. Very demure.

Sam

➛ Sam never faps when his family is home. Very considerate.

➛ Sam masturbates in the shower for easy clean up. Very mindful.

➛ He is not like other girls, he doesn’t rush. He makes muffled noises. He lights a candle. He plays with himself slowly. Very demure. Very cutesy.

Elliott

➛ Elliott washes his hair twice with shampoo. He adds his hair product—but not too much—because he’s not like other girls. He’s very subtle. Very considerate. He doesn’t do too much.

➛ He doesn’t straight iron his hair damp. Very mindful. Very demure.

Alex

➛ Alex doesn’t bring sexual partners to his grandparent’s house. Very thoughtful.

➛ He brings them to the gym room at the spa and bends them over the weight bench. Very mindful. He doesn’t do too much like these other girls.

➛ Alex always has an extra, clean towel in his locker. Very demure.

Harvey

➛ Harvey washes his hands with a mild detergent before and after fingering you. Very thoughtful.

➛ He keeps his nails clean and short. Very cutesy. Very demure.

Shane

➛ Shane doesn’t cry loudly after six or seven beers. Very considerate.

➛ He keeps his misery to himself and recycles his empty beer cans. Very mindful. Very demure.

[ray935sworld]

*Misano press conference* A new journalist has sneaked in the press conference with an obviously stolen press pass, where Alex is being interviewed. He looks excatly like Valentino Rossi but with a clearly fake mustache

Journo: Ciao, Ralentino Vossi for Tavullia express news... Question to Alex... Why are you such a tall fucking bastard and do you think being a track-war criminal that gets away is part of the crashquez heritage?

Alex:..... Wtf?

Pecco: Dad... You're embarrassing me at work

Bez: I didn't hear him lie though.

[milflewis]

cock shame vs cock confidence

[vivaciousoceans]

Alex Cabot is the very definition of demure.

[mylilponyexpress1]

I know where they hide the blades…

[dec0mposing]

Very excited for the new release from Drab Majesty.

The 12 string on this track is intoxicating and the harmonies of Deb Demure and Rachel Goswell are hauntingly beautiful.

[terracottahearted]

[racewinnerlandonorris]

alex and charles in public: demure, mindful

lando in public: SLUT

[fazedlight]

Leaning In

Everything felt strange.

It felt strange to see sunlight again. To walk into her apartment. To hug Alex again, hug Lena, hug the rest of the superfriends. To hear cars roll by and planes overhead and people everywhere. 

Compared to the phantom zone, everything was strange.

Wires were crossed, Kara thought, looking over at Lena with an overwhelming sense of guilt at what she had almost done, days before. Lena sat quietly on Kara's couch with a glass of wine, eyeing Kara from across the coffee table where Brainy and Alex were finishing out their game of Monopoly.

It had only been four days since her return, and Alex hadn’t given her a moment of solitude, so overjoyed to finally have her sister back. And Kara was glad for the noise, for the life that was back in her life with all the superfriends, chatter and colors and hugs instead of the desolate wasteland of the phantom zone. 

But in that time, Kara and Lena hadn’t had a moment alone together, leaving a sinking pit in Kara’s stomach when she thought about when she’d next have a real conversation with the Luthor. Does she realize?, Kara thought, Does she know I almost tried to kiss her?

The phantom zone breaks people. It’s why Krypton used it as a prison, why it became such an effective deterrent. Her brain wasn’t normal when she returned. She normally knew better. Knew better than to try to kiss her best friend. But in her traumatized and mostly isolated state, Kara had briefly forgotten the sort of decorum required with normal living - that her months of wishing she were home in Lena’s arms didn’t mean that her daydreams had become real.

Brainy finally won the game of Monopoly - proud that he had been able to knock Lena out of the game early, virtually guaranteeing his victory - and the superfriends finally began packing up to go home. Alex pulled Kara into a tight hug, planning on giving the kryptonian some space for the night, the first where Kara would sleep in her own bed instead of the Tower. “Coffee tomorrow morning?” Alex asked adamantly, Kara quickly agreeing.

One by one, the superfriends made their way out the door - until only Lena remained, still sitting on the couch, though she had set down the glass of wine. Kara turned awkwardly from her place by her kitchen island, watching the Luthor still watching her.

Slowly, Lena rose from her seat, making her way over to Kara. “Can we talk?” she asked.

Kara nodded, glancing nervously to the side. She knows. “I’m sorry,” Kara murmured. “When I came back, I- I wasn’t thinking.”

Lena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You don’t need to be sorry, Kara.”

Kara tilted her head back up at Lena. “Are we- are we talking about the same thing?”

“Aren’t we?” Lena said quietly.

Kara swallowed. Just lay the cards on the table, she thought to herself. “I’m talking about - I tried to kiss you. Before I remembered you wouldn’t want it. I mean, even if you did-” Kara cut herself off, glancing to the floor. Rao, I should’ve thought through this more instead of babbling…

But to her surprise, she heard Lena step towards her, until the brunette was close enough to clasp onto Kara’s hand. Kara glanced up again, taking in Lena’s demure expression. “Even if I did?” Lena asked.

Kara’s eyes flitted between Lena’s, noting how her heart was beating faster, how there was a light blush crossing her face. Oh, Kara thought, feeling a small burn on her own cheeks as she realized what was happening. “Even if you did,” Kara said shyly, “I wouldn’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone else.”

Lena smiled softly, giving Kara’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re alone now,” she said. 

Kara smiled back. “We are,” she said warmly, pausing for one more moment to take in Lena’s face. Lena tilted her head, and Kara leaned towards her.

And this time, she didn’t stop.

[wanderingblindly]

landoscar and 46!! love jealoussssyyyy !!!

WHY WERE BOTH OF MY JEALOUSY PROMPTS THE HARDEST ONES!!!!!!!! but thank you for the challenge, always a pleasure <333 prompt list here!

House Party

"You're gonna crush that can, mate." George laughs as he sits down to his left, Alex silently following on his right.

"That a challenge?" Lando tries to smile back, jaw a little too tense for it to come off naturally. He doesn't even look at the two of them, more peripherally aware than anything; his eyes are focused on the other side of the living room.

Alex says something that gets lost in the music, falling on deaf, unfocused ears.

Oscar's leaned against the far wall, hands shoved in his pockets casually, looking down at the girl he's talking to with a smile on his lips. She's been talking at him for ages, bubbly little giggles interspersed between whatever she's on about, and Oscar hasn't stopped looking at her like that – fondly. She's cute, put together like a little doll with glossy hair, full pink lips, and big doe eyes; it's horrible.

Lando's entire body feels ready to snap in half, teeth screaming.

"Like what you see?" Alex yells in his ear, snapping Lando out his raging fixation with a start.

"D'you two need something?" He snaps, and George chuckles again. Lando turns to look at him, lounging on the threadbare sofa with a knowing smile, and scowls.

"Just here for some friendly encouragement," He drawls, accent even more put on than usual – like he always gets when he's feeling haughty. At Lando's irritated silence: "What? You wanna sit here all night then?"

"Alex let you off your leash to dance with me?" Lando asks, earning a gentle smack to the back of his head – Alex makes an affronted noise from his side of the sofa.

"Go get Piastri before you kill someone," Alex interjects, cutting off whatever sarcastic remark Lando was about to get from George.

"He's busy," Lando says, directing his attention back towards Oscar; they've shifted a little closer together, Oscar craning his neck just a bit, the girl looking up at batting her lashes. It's the same fucking look he gave Lando last weekend – and the weekend before that – right before he snaked an arm around his waist and pulled them flush together.

Alex says something he can hardly hear.

Lando, frankly, doesn't fucking care.

The girl smiles again, demure and overly-sweet, as she leans towards Oscar– chin tilted in a way that can only be an invitation for one thing. And Lando's had it, vision flaring red.

"Hold this." He demands, shoving his drink in George's direction and jumping to his feet, storming across the floor.

Oscar doesn't sense him coming, the room too densely packed and the music far too shitty and far too loud. But Lando doesn't need words to make his point; he grabs Oscar's shoulder and yanks him away from her, nearly making him fall back against the wall as he loses his footing.

There's a moment of shock in his eyes before he catches on, surprised replaced with a smile that makes Lando tighten his grip – lazy, as if he'd finally gotten what he wanted. "Fucking prick," Lando hisses, face growing hotter as Oscar's smile grows teeth, as his eyes flick down to Lando's mouth.

Oscar moves first, because of course he wouldn't let Lando have this moment; he leans in and steals Lando's lips in a kiss that turns too heated too quickly, wasting no time in getting Lando exactly where he wants him. One hand moves to Lando's lower back, the other to the back of his head, locking them together as Oscar's tongue tastes the back of his teeth.

Lando swallows down Oscar's noise of surprise as he shoves them back against the wall, slotting his thigh between Oscar's legs.

Checkmate.

[muxas-world]

Just a disclaimer—Pecco almost died in that accident, the bike was on top of him and nearly hit his helmet, and he still got injured with contusions. I’m not going to police someone who just went through an accident that could have cost him, not just a championship, but his life. Instead of being allowed to go home and take a break, he was immediately sent to the media. Of course, he’s going to be upset and say things that aren't right. But I don’t know, I’m not going to police someone who, by pure luck and the grace of God, is okay. Meanwhile, with other riders, some of you are like ‘Yes, king, tell them,’ even though they’re wrong because that's ‘iconic.’ But Pecco almost got seriously hurt, and he has to stay demure and compose and the same goes whit alex I may not like what he says cause I'm a pecco fan but he has the righ to be like that he got fuck on his home race plseee

[thedeathdeelers]

following the strange trend of people rediscovering the word demure, i 100% see reggie trying to use said word and fully getting it wrong

ie

“luke, that’s not…that’s not how you get more gigs,” alex sighs, dragging the palm of his hand down his face in frustration…and exhaustion. “we can’t just go around playing outside of venue doors expecting them to give us a slot.”

“but it’s what we used to do!” exclaims luke, jumping out of his seat on the couch. “and it always worked for us….” he trails off, then grins and tacks on, “most of the time.”

alex throws him a dubious look.

“ok fine, sometimes.” luke relents, and drops back into his seat. “but i still think we should try. you used to be so up for it, what happened?”

“yeah alex,” pipes in reggie, legs swigging over the edge of the piano. “you’re totally not being very demure right now.”

“i was never- wait, what did you say reggie?” alex asks, stopping mid-sentence to turn and stare at his bandmate in confusion.

“you’re not being very demure,” he repeats, wiggling his eyebrows for extra emphasis.

“okay….that’s not…where did you even hear that word?”

“it’s this new thing! everyone’s saying it!” he grins, excited. “it’s …it’s…what does carlos say?” he looks over at luke for help, but all luke does is shrug. “oh! yeah!” he exclaims, turning back to alex in excitement. “it’s virus! it’s a virus thing on the internet!”

“…viru-….you mean viral?”

“yup!”

“okay reg that’s- i-. i don’t even know where to start……” alex continues to stare at his bandmate for a few minutes, before shaking his head and choosing to tackle one bandmate at a time.

“luke now that we have julie we can’t just-“

the end