#today's is alex's bday look at that

[batheir]

truth, dare, spin bottles. you know how to ball, i know aristotle. it's true, swear, scouts honor. brand new, full throttle. & in a blink of a crinkling eye, i'm sinking, our finger entwined. cheeks pink in the twinkling lights, tell me about the first time you saw me. every time i look at you, i feel so high school.

* edits ft. alexander & helena. ♡ / #alexlena. + @4lexnilsen

( birthday gift number one for alex, for the start of his birth week! )

[maxivstappen]

౨ৎ WHAT A COINCIDENCE ! ‧₊˚.

౨ৎ part of my short n’ sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

smau — angst & sweet revenge

pairing — charles leclerc x reader / lando norris x reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )

summary — charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things don’t work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?

warnings / disclaimer — none, just some swearing!

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23rd August 2023 - TWITTER

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31st August 2023 - TEXTS and TWITTER

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4th Feburary 2024 - TEXTS

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5th Feburary 2024 - TWITTER and TEXTS

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6th February 2024 - @.yourusername ✓ just posted on INSTA!

liked by landonorris, sadiesink_ and 2,965,201 others

yourusername the only thing that surprised me yesterday was, in fact, the cake ✨ wouldn’t have wanted to spend it any other way — thank you for all your birthday wishes <3

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landonorris ✓ pretty girl

-> ♥️ by @.yourusername ✓

carlossainz55 ✓ @.landonorris omg🥹 you’re growing up lando

user3 @.carlossainz55 NOT HIM SIDING WITH LANDO THIS IS SO MESSY

user1 i cannot handle everything that’s happened yesterday and today

user2 @.user1 what’s going on?

user3 @.user2 charles and his ex got together again right on y/n‘s birthday and she’s very obviously throwing shade in her caption (saying she’s not surprised because alex and charles are always on&off) + lando just called her pretty girl???

user2 @.user3 omg queen, lando should make a move

milliebobbybrown ✓ happy birthday bb

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user4 @.milliebobbybrown eleven what are you doing here

user7 ICONIC ICON

user5 oscar and lily were there, carlos, lando, george and max were there, where the hell was charles??? he didn’t even like the post

user6 @.user5 he’s with alex again :(

user5 @.user6 WHAT

user6 @.user5 yes even worse, he left the morning of her bday to fly out to alex

user7 @.user6 nobody confirmed it stop talking shit

user8 @.user7 charles was seen at an airport just that morning + it wouldn’t be out of character for him, he’s always been like this + he wasn’t at her bday party but they were still seen together one day before + half of the grid was there but he wasn’t

user8 the caption is so ironic 😭😭

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23rd August 2024 - @.landonorris ✓ just posted a story on INSTA! (playing: coincidence by y/n l/n)

@.yourusername replied : i love you more lan🥹

@.danielricciardo replied : i thought your obsession would stop now that you’re together but these past months have all proven me very wrong😔

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TWITTER

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@.yourusername ✓ just posted on INSTA!

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe and 5,669,069 others

yourusername what a coincidence! I’ve got a few surprises for you! first of all, my new single “coincidence” is out now! second, music video for said song is coming tomorrow ANNNNNNDDDD surprise surprise surprise!!! MY NEW ALBUM “Short n’ Sweet” COMING OUT NOVEMBER 13TH <333

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user1 ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR

user2 i want her so bad

user3 @.user2 same

user4 IS THAT LANDO’S HEAD ON THE FOURTH SLIDE

user5 @.user4 IT IS

user6 @.user4 HE’LL BE IN HER MV I THINK

user7 @.user6 OH MY GOD

user8 i want both her and lando

user9 lmao charles in the likes👀👀

user10 probably wants her back

landonorris ✓ 🤭🤭

-> ♥️ by @.yourusername ✓

user11 @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc omg look charles!😧 it’s not that hard to interact with and post your girlfriend !!!

user12 @.landonorris PLEASE GET MARRIED HAVE KIDS PLEASE

user13 im gonna stream this til my neighbours know the lyrics by heart

oscarpiastri ✓ lando won’t shut up about you

carlossainz55 ✓ @.oscarpiastri he never will

user14 i love how they’re all friends with y/n🥹🥹

user15 oscar and carlos interaction in y/n’s comment section might be my favourite thing ever

user16 please more charles hate songs 👍

mclaren ✓ streaming rn as we speak

user17 THE ALBUM’S COMING OUT ON LANDO’S BIRTHDAY🥹🥹🥹

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general taglist :: @norrisdriver

first smau ever !! probs not the best but i hope you like it anyway :)

[ofmdrecaps]

11/11-12/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Alex Sherman/Alyssa Lane; Samson Kayo; Dominic Burgess; Vico Ortiz; Tim Heidecker; OFMD Crew Bsky Lists/Starter Packs! ; Adopt Our Crew; Fan Spotlight: OFMFF, Never Left Podcast, PatchworkPirateBear; Trans Existence Sticker Fundraiser; Citizen Dame; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

Hey crew! Gonna be talking a lot about blusky tonight just cause that was the big thing that happened these past couple days! Not only did the OFMD fandom take a huge leap over there, but a bunch of cast & crew followed as well! How cool is that?

== David Jenkins ==

David sharing some love from our fellow crewmates <3

Source: David Jenkins Instagram

And getting us all riled up over on Bsky!

Source: David Jenkins Bsky

Spreading the love <3

Source: David's Bsky

And in case you didn't have enough to scream about.

Source: David's Bsky

== Rhys Darby ==

There's a heck of a lot going on with Rhys right now! Edinburgh Fringe Night 5 Full vid out on Cryptid Factor Patreon!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Patreon

Some pictures from October of Rhys in Toronto!

Source: James Rogue Comedy

Bsky Info: There's a section below with everyones Blusky, Rhys isn't posting anything yet, but Rosie did set him up with an account, and special thanks to catski22 who was kind enough to alert Rosie to save the https://bsky.app/profile/rhysiedarby.bsky.social profile! She's responsible for us getting this lovely new profile pic!

Not enough Rhys content? No problem!

New Atlanta Comedy Special available for November 29, 30 & December 1st! Check out Helium Comedy for tickets!

Source: Rhys' Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

The new Holiday Short from Disney is out!

Source: Youtube

Another quick pick of Taika and Rita at the MTV EMAs!

Source: Joe Castro Insta

== Con O'Neill ==

David and Con starting up the chaos on Blusky!

Source: Con's Bsky

== Alex Sherman ==

Alex Sherman is ALSO on blusky and he sent us a lovely picture of Alyssa Lane (one of our writers) and some awesome extras from S1 <3

Source: Alex Sherman's Blusky

== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic has made the switch from twitter to Blusky since people were being right jerks to him there! In celebration he sent us some lovely kitty photos! Feline Fettering Clan for the win!

Source: Dominic's Blusky

== Samson Kayo ==

Samson out with friends at a bday party <3

Source: IsThatFoot Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico is going to be hosting an In-Person Voiceover workshop Dec , 11-3pm in LA1 To learn more, visit ACTNOWLA!

Source: Act Now LA's Instagram

Did you get a chance to get out to the Boys Night Out Stand Up Comedy that went on in LA on the 12th?

Source: Vico's Instagram Stories

== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Our fabulous set designer Lindsey is out here signed the Certificate of Authenticities for the Tiny Boats Raffle going on by @ofmd-buys-boats!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell Instagram Stories

== Tim Heidecker ==

Our beloved Doug has a podcast up on Patreon! You can check it out here!

Source: Tim Heideckers' Bsky

== BlueSky Lists ==

As OFMDTwt Migrates over to blusky, lots of folks have been utilizing lists and starter packs to help find cast & crew and fellow crewmates!

Starter Packs:

Looks for a starter pack of the OFMD Cast & Crew? Michelle, aka longmayheroam over on bsky put together this Starter Pack!

Lists

OFMD Cast & CrewList: Several crewmates have been putting together a cast post list! Super special thanks to @jilliansauers who is apparently amazing at finding cast members!

OFMD Fluff Feed by ManicFanfic! - Wanna get your fluff on? Our friend ManicFanfic put together this great feed!

OFMD List by whores.horse: Our Flag Means Death feed :) mention "OFMD", "our flag means death", or "ourflagmeansdeath" to be included in this feed

OFMD Refs by @roximonoxide! - A feed for OFMD References and Production BTS #OFMDBTS #OFMDRefs #OFMDWardrobe #OFMDSetDesign #OFMDProps

Do you happen to have any good starter packs for Feeds for OFMD Fans? Please reach out!

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew have been boosting up the engagement on Bsky by asking our fellow crew some fun questions! If you're over on Bsky please give them a shout out on what you think! Don't have their bsky yet? Check them out here!

Source: AdoptOurCrew Bsky

They also asked what your favorite Laugh Out Loud moment was! If you're on Bsky please let them know!

Souce: Adopt Our Crew Bsky

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

OFMFF is also on Bsky!

= Never Left Podcast =

New episode of Never Left! This time the Run Me Through Awards Part 1! I can't wait to see what that's all about! Btw, NeverLeft Podcast is over on Bsky as well!

Source: Never Left Podcast Insta

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

Our dear friend @patchworkpiratebear made a colouring page for Halloween and I completely forgot to post it! Check it out! Since I'm sharing everyones Bsky's today, they're also available there!

Source: Patchwork Pirate Bear's Tumblr

= Citizen Dame =

It's been a while since I updated but there's lots of new episodes of Citizen Dame's Patreon Exclusive OFMD watch! They're up to Calypso's Birthday!

Source: Citizen Dame's Patreon

= Trans Existence Sticker Fundraiser =

Our darling crewmate @bbyteach has put together this awesome sticker (there's two versions) and is working on a fundraiser to help local NYC mutual aid funds! You can put in an order on their Ko-fi! Or Donate directly!

Source: @bbyteach's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I hope you know just how much you mean to one another. One of the big things that came from people leaving twitter and joining other platforms, is how much love that's been going around. I've seen quite a lot of people mentioning just how much OFMD has meant to them and their families in case they couldn't find folks on other platforms, and it's been so very heartwarming.

I've also seen some pretty scary things... and people banding together to help each other. I know sometimes it's hard to see when we're in the thick of it-- but we really are stronger together. Even if everyone doesn't always get along fandomwise-- you all step up when things are tough, and that's what crew is all about, and it's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Remember to be kind to yourself no matter what happens today. You deserve the same kindness you give, even when you don't have it in you that day. Take care lovelies, be well.

Source: NewHappyCo Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is just sillyness. Gifs courtesy of the gif-master generals @bizarrelittlemew and @meluli!

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tags @henryspearl @thesleepyskipper @iboatedhere @suseagull04 & @littlemisskittentoes 💛

Rather late as I was on a work trip yesterday & today it's my bday! Here's another chunk from the Henry learns self-love fic. TW mild panic attack:

‘Anyways eventually I grew into my hair I guess. Helped that the girls found it sexy.’ ‘And I'm sure a few others,’ Henry replies. He can feel Alex grin against his chest. ‘Did you have anything like that?’ Henry swallows, his blood runs cold. What did he even like about himself? His hand grips onto Alex’s back, becoming clammy. ‘Hen, baby, you're digging your nails in.’ Alex sits up, Henry's staring straight ahead and zoning out. Alex caresses Henry’s cheek and wipes away a tear he didn't realise had escaped. ‘Hey, look at me. You're okay, you're safe. Breathe with me baby.’ Alex takes Henry's hand and puts it on his chest. He breathes in deeply, and after a couple of times Henry is synced up with him.

Open tag since I'm late 🫶🏻

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Sunday Sentences

So twice doesn't make this a thing right? - apparently this weeks sentences are once again coming with a completed fic - this time it's @typicalopposite's bday fic (so go tell her happiest of birthdays if ya haven't)

so i was tagged by the wonderful @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @typicalopposite & @sophie1973 thanks bunches luvs (so excited to check those out) ❤️❤️❤️

so sentences

Alex had woken to Henry’s lips wrapped around his cock, a situation so similar to so many other days. They had discovered when Henry had moved into the brownstone, and they had more time to wake slowly in the same bed, that neither of them had any issue being roused from sleep for sex, especially with the lips of the other around their cock. Alex had once declared that it might be his favorite way to wake in the morning, much better than his weekly alarm clock. He had worked his hand to Henry’s hair and looked down his torso into eyes that were pools of blue, looking up at him. If it hadn’t been for the suction of Henry’s mouth warm around him, he would have stared lost into them. Instead, he was lost in the feel of Henry’s tongue sliding up the ridge along the bottom of his cock. He had felt the heft of his balls filling as Henry played with them, felt his release rush over him as Henry hollowed his cheeks and brought Alex over the edge. Henry had moved up between his legs and brought himself over the edge, had glided his hand along his cock until he came over Alex’s abs, come streaked up to his chest. In his fucked-out state, he ran two fingers through it and sucked it off them, reveling in the way his husband’s eyes widened, and the slight inhale of his breath.

some tags of my own and then a link for the whole darn fic under the cut

❤️and tag you're it! (in the ya-know no-pressure tag way lol) to @anincompletelist @agame-writes @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @magicandarchery @priincebutt @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste - it's very possible i missed some of ya may have already done this so yeah - that's how i'm rolling today lol 🤷‍♀️ - oh and open tag to anyone who wants to play

oh and link

[wierdaesthetic]

How I think cod men smell like naturally their body. (hate dni)

so I have this thing called synesthics with basically causes my brain to use more than one sence when triggered for example I can smell pictures, I know it sounds weird but when ever I look at pic of smth or someone my brain makes up what it/they would smell like. (And to my suprice its pretty accurate)

1. ghost

I am 100% he wears Axe body spray in the purple blue scent, and not because its named Marine (haha). Yeah so his notes are axe spray, hormones(the sweet pinappley ones, not the gross just hit puberty boy type) and I think rust for some reason like he was in a mechanical work space. 2. Konig

Now this bitch confuses me as shit. I think he smells like medical equiment but at the same time I think he smells like nothing, netrual. I dont know he has a minty tone tho. So he probs just has amazing heigyne and doesn't over fragrance himself.

3. Price He smells like tobacco Malboro, I bet my ass on that. But I would know cause I smoke more than him (he is 40+ I am beraly 20). But he also smell alchooly BUT BEFORE YOU SAY I AM STEREOTYPING!! I mean like fragrance type alchool, most notably after shave type of scent. Like spicy cinamon but in a more masculine way. 4. Soap

Before yall hoes come for me, sHe pRobS gOinG tO sAy He SmElLs LikE SoAp, NO BITCH. Like I said I aint stereotyping shit today. HE SMELLS LIKE A PHEREMONENAL SLUT not because he is my favourite but because he always sweaty in the game. But I dont think his sweat smells bad honestly, first of all let me let yall in a little secret ... if you exersice, eat heathly and let out sweat (you know ;) ;)) YOUR SWEAT DOESN'T SMELL!! In the best case senario it is even plesant. At the bear minimum he smells like a basic cologe that his ex or ghost bought him for his bday.

5. Gaz

Let me tell you hoes something. BLACK MEN KNOW HOW TO NOTE AND COMPLIMENT THEIR SCENT!! Did you read that or do I need to repeat it. He smells like vanilla, cocunut, sol de janero REALNESS. He has scented moisteraiser every where in his car, in bag, on a keychain, in his mulitary bag EVERYWHERE, I bet you he has one between his cheeks so he can use it mids war. (I AM DYING) 6. Alejandro

Now hear me when I say, I know he smells feminine. Which is not bad at all but I feel like his stuff is florally scented or fruit or something like that, but at the same time I fear he smells like my boy bff cause they have so similar vibes (I HOPE NOT). But also he smell of tattoo shop YEAH THATS IT. He smells exactly like green disinfectant soap with rose peals infusion, exactly that and if you dont know what I am talking about just imagine dentist office smell + roses.

7. Alex Keller

Oh I know he smells good, naturally and when it comes to fragrance. I just feel it in my bones. He smells like oils, honey and anything in that area. I just know he drenches himself in jojoba oil and l know he loves dior. Like thats it, he is an expencive smelling man.

8. Rudy

I mean, he confuses me. I think he is mixure of hormones (again not the disguasting) and expencive parfum. I think he smells "manly", it sounds weird I know. I KNOW! He smells like salty caramel but the sticky type that you can also eat as a chewing gum, if you are from europe you especially from the slavic or balkan area you know exactly what I am talking about.

9. Nikto

To me he smells like home and I bet my ass on that if he was real I would say that as soon as I would met him but I bet most of yall have no idea what I am talking about unless you are slavic. Well he smells like beer but not the alchooly type but the softer type also he smells like grass, nature and wood. Also he smells like tobacco NOT SMOKE but the plant.

10. Keegan

MINT. MINT. MINT. I know this man smells like a colgate ad, I can feel it. He smells exactly how water tastes after you brush your teeth. He smells also like rain but thats a small note, mostly MINT and fresh. If you are afab or use ph balance wash HE SMELLS LIKE THAT.

(no I wont do philip FUCK HIM, unless yall really want it)

Just a bit of my delulu for anyone that caress I CAN SMELL KONIG RIGHT NOW WTF, AS IF HE IS IN FRONT OF ME. It so weird help.

[lifewithoutmeds]

june 19, 2023

monday, june 19 (juneteenth), 3:33 p.m.

things have been feeling sliiiightly better than the usual of terrible (progress.)

have had/have a pretty busy schedule.

past saturday, june 17 am: brunch with matt and alex in santa monica, followed by 3 games of monopoly deal and extended conversation saturday, june 17 pm: comedy show (alingon mitra) with anjali, followed by about two hours of chitchat sunday, june 18: father’s day lunch with dad. picked up $81 worth of groceries at whole foods, then went to his place where i made creamed spinach and mashed potatoes (from scratch and did i mention WHOLE FOODS ingredients,(, and he grilled up two WHOLE FOODS rib eye steaks that were just over a pound each.

future monday, june 19 pm: early bday dinner with mom at a local japanese place (that does not look good, but oh well, her choice.) tuesday, june 20: possible (unconfirmed) lunch with amy at tam o’shanters wednesday, june 21: early bday dinner  for esther with esther and gy friday, june 23: fishing with huy (dependent on weather, specifically wind) saturday, june 24: kbbq dinner with tracy and her wife (my place)

that’s something almost every day. looks like i have thursday (off), which will be a nice reprieve to my stomach/bank account. also, huy wants to get to the lake (castaic) right at opening so i think that means 5 a.m.? which would mean an early thursday to sleep/prep anyway.

on the other hand, i suppose it’s good for me to “get out” and “socialize” and “see people/maintain friendships” etc., so i ought not complain and i’m not. it’s just a lot in a short time is all.

things have felt sliiightly better. i was very productive at work last wednesday and semi-productive thursday and friday (which are significant strides considering the last two weeks’ worth of productivity or lack thereof) i’ve still been pretty unable to go out for my morning/noon walks. still watch youtube/instagram for way too many hours a day. haven’t worked out in weeks or hit my 15,000 step goal. but i am and have been reaching out more regularly to my friends and did a bit too good of a job calendaring things to force me out.

yesterday i was really groggy and in a bit of a mood when i saw my dad for father’s day. he was whiney and complainy about my mom and teared up a bit talking about uncle bill and i was snappy at him before we both chilled out and managed to have some neutral chit chat before i headed out and functionally just laid down the rest of the day, unable to even properly unload my car of various groceries he had given to me/my mom. today has been the most productive day in about three weeks. i woke up around 6 or 7, forced myself out for a roughly 30 minute walk, came back and napped for two hours, then got up and made myself some coffee which gave me the energy and motivation to do other things.

i’ve been able to (checklist): take meds make bed AM walk wash dishes (2x) run vacuum (3x) water plants clean at least 50 minutes start a new book and (now) journal the place looks cleaner than it has since returning from camping late may and the only few things to do are empty the bbq items from my car and wash up some of the dishes in my camp box and i’ll be back to the cleanliness-level of pre-camping. i need to journal more and walk more. about midway through my walk i suddenly felt something akin to like, relief? like a big sigh and the mildest flicker of something positive, something akin to hope.

i think i also need to journal with a few prompts, things to consider in addition to just describing incidents in my life and the feelings i have about it, for example, what does kristal3.0 look like to me? what do i value in others/myself, and what qualities would i like to see in myself?

i’ll just brush on 1 or 2 at this time, but if i want to take this year as self discovery and self-love, then i need to be more deliberate about it.

kristal3.0 is: thinner/fitter saves money/increases self worth, but is also generous to others clean. showers regularly. doesn’t smell. minimalistic. doesn’t have useless shit piled around everywhere. keeps to the year’s resolutions gets out of the condo at least once a week (excluding work)

i think a newer thing i’ll add to my daily activity is 50 minutes’ dedication of cleaning/organizing any given room. so within a week i will have gotten to each room at least once. lately after about 5pm all i do is lie down and stare at my phone. if i tack on a 30 minute walk and 50 minutes cleaning plus either reading or journaling, i should be in a better place in a multitude of ways.

mood: 4/10

[asksharpzero]

so like do you have a list of their birthdays :0?

Danny - Feb 14

Alex - Jan 19

Elliot/Marcus - June 5

Ace - Oct 31

Tanis - April 22

Eli - Aug 19

Isaiah - March 31

Kim - May 7

Madina - Dec 2

Kate - Nov 11

Natia - Dec 17

[c-is-writing]

hello! could u do prompt 12 w kara? i feel like she’d be so excited and high five u and accidentally break your finger or something 💀

hello anon!! ty for sending this in, i loved writing it lmao

pairing: kara danvers x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1070

warnings: minor injury

a/n: wahoo!! it's finally my bday :'DD this is the first of two prompts that will be posted today so be on the look out for my final bday prompt :))

12. an incredibly loud and painful high-five

As Friday night rolls around, that means one thing for the Superfriends -- it’s time for game night. Arriving at Alex’s apartment early, you knock on her door and almost immediately, it swings up revealing an excited Kara standing behind it. She greets you with a joyful, “Hi, Y/N!” followed by a bone-crushing hug. You do your best to return the hug before patting her back a few times, freeing yourself from her arms. Returning the bright smile, you greet her and hold up a plastic container, “I baked you guys something!”

With a gasp, you watch as the blonde’s eyes widen as she tells you, “Oh you didn’t have to, what is it?”

“It’s just some regular chocolate chip cookies, nothing special.”

Kara quickly says, “Everything you make is special, Y/N. Don’t you ever say otherwise.”

Your heart stutters at her words as you flash her a softer smile and thank her. Placing the cookies on the counter, you greet Alex and Maggie as they walk in and start pulling out some board games. For the next 20 minutes, you help prepare the apartment for game night as you set out a couple snacks ranging from chips to wings and pizza.

Sooner or later, the rest of the gang arrives and the apartment becomes lively as everyone catches up with each other and enjoys the food. Sitting next to Kara on the couch, you place your empty plate on the coffee table and sigh, leaning your head against her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrow in concern as she asks, “Hey, is everything okay?”

You nod against her shoulder as you mumble, “Yeah, I’m just a bit tired.”

As Kara whispers, “Okay,” she lets you rest beside her for as long as you need. Once the conversations dwindle down, Alex clasps her hands and exclaims, “Alright, who’s ready for some games!?” The sudden loud cheering of agreement wakes you up a bit, instilling a burst of new energy.

As the night goes on, you and Kara are paired up for nearly every single game and have lost every single one of them. The two of you were the first to go bankrupt in Monopoly as Lena had bought a majority of the properties and boasted about her success despite the joking claims of her cheating. In charades, Maggie and Alex had beaten you by one point, one point that had Kara groaning in frustration.

Now, the final game of the night is Mario Kart where you and your partner would switch after every round so every duo had alternating drivers. After a few stressful and loud rounds, the last round arrives at last and you’re now the one holding the controller. The apartment becomes a lot quieter as the respective drivers are deep in concentration.

You cross the finish line for the second time, marking the beginning of your third and final lap. Relaxing your shoulders, you hunch forwards towards the screen, diverting all of your attention to your character. Within a few minutes, cheers erupt from you and Kara as you whizz past the finish line, “1st place” titling your screen.

In the midst of her excitement, Kara goes to give you an incredibly loud high-five, completely forgetting about her super strength. A small yelp immediately leaves your mouth the moment your hands come into contact with each other, recoiling in pain as the smile on Kara’s face is quickly replaced by an expression of worry. Clutching your fingers to your chest, you groan as the blonde begins to panic.

“Oh, Rao! Y/N, are you okay? Was my high-five too hard for you?”

“Yeah, that high-five was a bit too hard but I think I’ll be alright,” you manage to get out, sucking in a sharp breath. Upon further examination by Alex and a quick x-ray from Kara, it turns out that your ring and pinkie finger are only mildly sprained. Letting out a sigh of relief, you lean back against the couch and relax into it, gently holding your injured hand.

As Alex goes to retrieve the first aid kit, everyone else says their goodbyes as they wish that your fingers will get better. You give them a pained smile as you return the goodbyes, leaving only you and Kara on the couch. A blanket of silence falls over the two of you, only to be ripped off when the Kryptonian begins to say, “Y/N, I’m sorry about this. I just got way too excited in the moment and forgot to control my strength. I never meant to hurt you like this. If you don’t want to attend game nights anymore or play with me anymore, I completely understand that. I’m sure that Mario Kart is now ruined for you. I-”

You quickly interrupt her long-winded rambling, “Kara, look, it’s fine I promise. I’m not mad at you or anything for that matter. Game nights will still remain as one of my favorite things to look forward to. This was just an accident and I don’t blame you at all, alright?”

Nodding, the blonde visibly relaxes against you, toying with your uninjured hand. Alex returns from the bathroom, first aid kit in one hand and bottle of painkillers in the other. She hands you the painkillers and with a sudden gust of wind, a cup of water appears on the coffee table. Thanking the two sisters, you take the medication as you feel the tight bandaging on your fingers.

Within a few minutes, your injured fingers are properly wrapped and Alex gives you doctor’s orders to let them rest for the next 1-2 weeks with the request that you allow her to check them every few days. Agreeing with her instructions, you thank her once again that night before turning to Kara as she inquires, “Are you sure you’re alright? No pain?”

“Well,” you smile and teasingly say, “I think I’ll make a full recovery but there’s one thing that could make it better?”

After a pause, you watch as her sky blue eyes light up and she nods, asking you to continue.

“I think I need someone to kiss it better.”

Kara bursts into laughter as she calms herself down and replies, “Consider it done.”

Her impossibly soft lips gently press against the bandages of your fingers, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake and sending tingles throughout your body. Yep, definitely feeling better now.

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[ushisrever]

Who’s Better?

Pair: Kotaro Bokuto x gn!reader (ft. Akaashi Keiji)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 895

Summary: In a playdate, you and Bokuto find your twin boys arguing about who’s better - a spiker or a libero. 

A/n: Yes! I finally managed to work on this.  This is for @moontxz request.  Thank you for the request!  I really enjoyed writing them :)).  I also included Akaashi cause I’m having a Akaashi brainrot hahahah.  Also...happy bday to Akaashi Keiji! This is for him as well hahaha 

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When Akaashi finds his daughter running to him and clinging to his shirt, he already knows what happened. He pulls a chair and lets his daughter sit beside him.  

"It's alright, princess," he said. 

Then, he turns to the couple he mostly had to deal with from time to time.  Deal with in a sense that Bokuto married you - an equally energetic person as Bokuto.  Today is one of those days when You and Bokuto's twins and Akaashi's daughter have a playdate.  This time, you three decide to take the children to an indoor playground slash cafe.  Though, it seems the twins have done something that always results in his daughter running back at him. 

"Your twins are doing it again, Bokuto," he said.  

You and Bokuto look at Akaashi.  Before any explanation is said, you all hear the twins arguing. 

"Mommy!" One of your twins, Alex, runs to you followed by Liam.  

"Boys, what did I tell you about fighting in front of Emilia?" You warn.  

"But he started it!" Alex points to his twin brother.  

"Well you keep saying that liberos are better than a spiker," Liam crosses his arms.  

"But it's true! Spikers are way cooler.  If it weren't for them, the ball wouldn't go to the other side of the net," Alex raises his voice causing a few people to turn your way.

"Lower your voice, Alex," you politely say. 

"Sorry, mommy.  But isn't it true?  Daddy's a spiker and because of him they win many games," Alex lowers his voice.

You smile and look over to your husband.  Bokuto smiles with pride.  You shake your head and look at Liam. 

"I think it's only right that we hear Liam's opinion. Liam, why do you think liberos are better?"  You smile.  

Liam doesn't seem fazed by his brother's overdramatic explanation.  He sighs instead. 

"If it weren't for liberos diving to save the ball, then the spiker wouldn't be able to spike at all," he explained.  

You want to agree with it because after all, you're a libero in your volleyball team before.  Though, that really shouldn't be the case.  You're here to settle the argument between your twin boys. 

"I see.  Well, both si-" 

"But spikers have strong arms," you suddenly hear your husband.  You shoot him a glare as if telling him not to start at all. 

"See! Daddy agrees with me.  Spikers can get through blocks," Alex looks at his brother. 

"I still stand by what I said," Liam replied, only making Alex more frustrated.  You hide your smile.  

"Can liberos get the ball over the net? No," Alex crosses his arms.  

"The game is over if the libero doesn't catch the ball.  All a spiker does is hit the ball too hard," Liam glares.  

Then eventually the two boys continue arguing over who is best.  You try to break it off and think of something to get them to stop arguing.  

"Well you know spi-" you pinch Bokuto when he's about to butt in into the argument.  

"Stop joining in their argument, Bokuto," you tell him.

Liam leaves and walks back to the playground while Alex is still explaining things to him.  You're supposed to try to stop the argument, but you just let them be as long as they don't hurt each other.   

"I just want to bring in a point.  Spikers are the star of the show, afterall," he says with a cocky grin. 

You scoff. "You and your spiker ego.  Liberos gets the game going, excuse me.  We may not be in the spotlight, but we are the backbone of the team.  Without them, all teams will be banging their heads just to get the ball," you said.  

"Spikers bring the ball to the other side.  Without their strength to spike through, there wouldn't be a game," Bokuto retorts back. 

Then, eventually the argument bloomed between the two of you.  You keep saying the benefits of a libero and Bokuto refutes it with logic.  

 Akaashi and his daughter just watch the silly argument.  He looks at his daughter and smiles.  "Don't mind them, princess.  They're just being silly.  Is there something you want to eat?" He puts a strand of hair away from jer face. 

"Can I eat ice cream, daddy?" His daughter asked. 

"Mmm...okayy.  Sure, princess.  Though, promise me not to tell mommy, okay?" He pulls out his wallet.

His daughter nods.  

"Why don't you try buying?  Here," he gives a small bill that is enough to buy an ice cream. 

"You go there by the counter and tell the miss what flavour you want.  Then you give this bill," he says with a smile.  

His daughter is a bit hesitant to do it, but he takes the bill with a courageous smile.  Then, his daughter is off to go to the counter.  

Akaashi then takes his coffee that has been sitting on the table for awhile.  You and Bokuto are still arguing, but Akaashi doesn't seem to care for a bit until he says those words. 

"A setter…" you two stop and look at him.

He looks at the two of you.  "A setter is better," he then sips his tea. 

You and Bokuto exchange looks because of a sudden opinion.  Well, it seems no one will know exactly who is better.

Though...aren't all of them better in their own way?

NIA’S MASTERLIST 

[clinttbartton]

jack and cas made sam a birthday playlist. they worked very hard on it :)

birthday party shenanigans below the cut

the whole family comes over to their new house - jody, donna, claire, alex, kaia, bobby, charlie, on and on until the house is full of people. not the bunker. a cozy little house in the middle of nowhere that finally feels like home. their new house has room for sam to tend a vegetable garden and take his morning jogs in peace

sam and dean make a supply run early in the morning, and dean buys them coffee. good, costs-more-than-two-dollars coffee. they sit in a sequestered parking lot to drink it before heading back

everybody's at the house for most of the day, from late morning till late at night like it's thanksgiving or christmas or something. it's just as important to all of them as thanksgiving or christmas because sam is important to all of them. they have drinks, eat, chat in the kitchen and on the porch, have cornhole matches - dean's been building the cornhole boards since new year's. sam and alex team up and win second place only to eileen and charlie

jack and cas (mostly jack) commandeer the responsibility of choosing the party music. they sit side-by-side on the couch all morning and carefully add songs. katy perry and whitney houston are musts, obviously. claire and kaia give suggestions from where they're sprawled out on the floor on their phones. sam walks through the room to ask cas if he wants a beer and jack scrambles off the couch so sam doesn't see and ruin the surprise. they press shuffle when the actual birthday festivities start after supper. dean pretends to gag every time the song changes

sam’s eyes get misty when he hears love is in the air and he takes a moment to look around at all the people who love him and at how happy they are to be there with him. then dean flicks a popcorn kernel at his forehead and jody hipchecks him as she passes with her hands full of plastic silverware, and the quiet moment is gone but the feeling of being loved isn’t

dean bakes sam's birthday cake, of course. vegan triple chocolate with lopsided frosting, and he sets it in front of sam with the biggest grin. eileen buys ice cream and everybody skips the bowls and passes around the carton to spoon bites out of instead

sam insists on no gifts - hell, he’d been hesitant at the idea of having a birthday party at all - but sometime during the day jack finds him in the guest room grabbing a spellbook rowena asked to borrow and he extends a construction paper card and an upside-down flower pot painted with windows and bumblebees and hearts out toward sam. a fairy house for the garden, jack explains. he signs the card “your son, jack”. once sam finds the book he pulls jack into his side with an arm around jack's shoulders and they meander back toward the noise of the party together

sam and cas sit on the porch sipping coffee until the sun comes up, and cas passes him a thin journal full of handwritten notes and stories cas thinks sam might enjoy hearing. now he has them written down to go back to when cas is away

dean falls asleep in an armchair shortly after their guests leave. when sam comes back inside, he nudges dean awake and dean’s hand goes straight to a box wrapped pristinely in christmas paper on the coffee table with "BITCH" scrawled on the top in sharpie. it's a bracelet of mary's, the braided cord stretched and fraying. sam slips it on immediately. “don’t think i’ve seen you laugh as much as you did today since...well, in a long time,” dean tells him. “you either, jerk.” as they hear the screen door slam and cas amble inside, sam hauls dean upright into a hug. half-leaning on one another, they stumble down the hall. outside sam’s room dean pats the side of sam’s face and turns towards his room

“happy birthday, sammy.”

[crookes-library]

Idk if you’re serious about sending prompts so please feel free to ignore me!!! Since tomorrow is Alex’s birthday I really wonder how Finan would celebrate Uhtred’s birthday?

Hey! Yeah no I love prompts, you can send em whenever! I promise I’m still a tlk blog despite recent evidence to the contrary haha

I went canon era cause I did a short modern era bday thing for my bday last yr, it also got a little longer than planned lol but hope you like it! I stuck with book characteristics so Uhtred’s taller & Finan’s older but ~when/where they are I’ve left vague 

~

“Uhtred! You’re needed!”

Uhtred looked up at Finan who had poked his head into the hall just as Uhtred sat down to eat.

“What’s wrong?”

“One of the mares is having a difficult birth, we need people to keep her still while Harald tries to pull the foal out.”

Uhtred looked mournfully at his plate of salted herrings for a moment before standing up to follow Finan to the stables, he grabbed a hunk of bread to eat on the way. If he was going to spend half his morning in the stables he at least needed something.

“Wasn’t the new boy meant to be helping out?” Uhtred asked.

“Sure he’s there but have you seen him, a gust of wind would knock the kid flat never mind a mare in distress. Not like you were doing anything today right? You may as well put some of those muscles to use,” Finan teased.

Uhtred shoved Finan, his friend just laughing at him.

~

It did end up taking most of the morning like Uhtred had predicted but both the mother and her foal were fine and healthy by the end of it.

Finan had run off once he was sure Uhtred had it in hand, something about promising to help Rorik with the division of crops. Uhtred was already making his way back to the hall to scrounge up some food to soothe his grumbling stomach when Finan found him again.

“Uhtred! Sihtric’s after you, two of the lads in training got in a fight, he wants you to talk to them.”

“Can it wait? I’m starving,” Uhtred griped.

“Not if you don’t want it to come to blows, I’ll grab you some food and meet you there,” Finan promised.

Alright,” Uhtred sighed.

Sihtric was in the training yard as Finan had said, staring fiercely at two glum looking young men. They didn’t look like there was an immediate risk of them skewering each other but Sihtric greeted him gratefully all the same and Uhtred soon got the lads talking.

Apparently they both liked the same girl, Uhtred rubbed at his temples to ward off an impending headache and told them in no uncertain terms that they were idiots and the girl would choose whoever she liked herself. He sent them on their way under threat that if he caught them fighting again they would both be shovelling shit in the stables for a month.

Finan thankfully kept his promise and brought him a skein of ale and some bread and mutton and apples after. Sihtric had disappeared so Uhtred and Finan found somewhere quiet to sit and share the food, Uhtred filling him in on the quarrel between the recruits.

“If it’s who I think it is then I’m pretty sure she has her eye on Godwin from the kitchens,” Finan snickered.

Uhtred blinked at him then burst out laughing.

“To being young and foolish in love,” Uhtred toasted when he had recovered his breath. Finan returned the toast with a smile and Uhtred watched the crinkles at the corner of his friends eyes thinking he was perhaps still a fool in love though not so young anymore.

“What’s the next emergency?” Uhtred asked when they were packing up.

“Hmm?” Finan turned to him, startled.

“Come on, you’ve had me rushing around most of the day, if there’s nothing else then I’m going home.”

“Well… I suppose now you mention it, there is one thing I could use your help with.”

“Sure there is, lead on then.”

~

“Really?”

“Yes really, go on.”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Uhtred huffed but climbed up the ladder anyway.

“Me? I would never,” Finan protested though his smug grin said otherwise.

Uhtred glared at him but managed to get revenge when he started pulling off some of the old rotting thatch from the millers house and chucked it down at Finan without warning, the Irishman only just sidestepping it.

“Oi!”

“Anyone could do this, why do you need me to?” Uhtred called back down.

“You have longer arms!”

“Longer arms my arse, you’re barely shorter than me,” Uhtred muttered to himself.

He carried on anyway and by the time they were done the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon.

“I think that’s all of it, they can lay the new thatch tomorrow,” Uhtred turned to Finan, just catching a moving figure from the corner of his eye as he began to climb back down the ladder. “Was that Osferth?”

“Huh? No, no-one here but us, you seeing things now old man?” Finan deflected.

Uhtred squinted at him suspiciously but let it pass, his arms aching and his throat parched.

“You’re older than me remember,” Uhtred jabbed at Finan accusatorily when he reached the ground.

“Unlike you I only get better with age though,” Finan winked.

Uhtred rolled his eyes but found it difficult to disagree.

“Am I allowed to go home now?”

“Of course, who’s stopping you?”

Uhtred wasn’t even going to grace that with a response, just started walking back to the hall, Finan humming happily next to him.

~

When he opened the doors to the hall Finan’s antics fell into place. Most of the village was there, the fires roaring, the table laden with food and ale. They all cheered as he walked in and Uhtred turned to Finan with a warm smile.

“So this is what you’ve been up to.”

“Might as well celebrate you managing to stay alive another year, who knows how many you’ve got left,” Finan teased, slinging an arm round Uhtred’s shoulder and dragging him into the midst of the feast.

~

It was well into the night when the hall finally emptied, Uhtred’s stomach hurt from laughing, not helped by the sight of Sihtric carrying a distinctly green-looking Osferth out. Finan, who at some point had clambered onto the table to loudly sing an Irish song that no-one understood but they all tried to slur along with anyway, was now the last one remaining.

He was half slumped on the bench next to Uhtred as Uhtred picked at the last of the food.

“You fall asleep like that and you’ll hate yourself in the morning,” Uhtred nudged him.

“Sleep? Who’s sleeping? I can still drink all these kids under the table,” Finan declared, sitting up.

“I think your prides intact,” Uhtred snorted, “the kids have all gone home already.”

“Oh, they have?”

“They have,” Uhtred laughed, “are you going too?”

“Do I have to?”

“No,” Uhtred shrugged, “I’m happy for the company.”

“Good,” Finan smiled, holding Uhtred’s gaze as he took the half-eaten honey cake from Uhtred’s hand and ate it himself.

“I hadn’t finished with that,” Uhtred told him archly.

“I know,” Finan grinned, licking his lips. Uhtred tried very hard not to track the movement but he had a feeling he failed from the way Finan was now scrutinising him.

He should leave, get up and go to bed but Finan hadn’t looked away yet so neither did Uhtred. Just sat there, every reason he had ever thought of not to act on the way he felt for his closest friend running through his mind.

His train of thought stuttered and died when Finan leaned close enough that Uhtred could smell the honey on his breath, he hovered there, letting Uhtred choose but Uhtred didn’t know how to choose otherwise.

He closed the distance between them, the taste of honey so much better from Finan’s lips. It was clumsy and rushed and Uhtred could feel the desperate tug of want in him when Finan laughed into it.

Uhtred tried to slow himself, memorise the heat of it, the sensation of Finan’s sword-calloused hand on the back of his neck but he was lost, still chasing after when Finan pulled back.

“Took you long enough,” Finan complained softly.

“Sorry,” Uhtred blinked, trying to focus beyond the buzzing need to pull Finan back to him.

Finan stood and Uhtred looked up at him, panicked.

“You’re leaving?”

“Do I look mad?” Finan huffed, “Actually no, don’t answer that, come on we’re both too old to be doing this on a damn bench.”

“Oh,” Uhtred grinned slyly, taking Finan’s hand and following him to bed.

Getting old wasn’t so bad really.

[tirednotflirting]

happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

a day late on getting this here but!!! some bday jalex i wrote for @reveriesofawriter​‘s bday! sticking to our all taylor is jalex brand, it’s a 22 fic :) 

kinda fits within the marble mansion wus writing universe that my pretty venom fic is in if you want more of these boys (they’re quite sweet i think)

here this is on ao3 if that’s more ur jam x

Alex is a planner. 

Early on, being a frontman meant he was the first person anyone trying to coordinate band things reached out to, and as time went on, he embraced the role. He likes organizing and keeping track of the who and when and where of it all. He likes the sticky notes and his planner and the dry-erase board he keeps on his fridge for lists. He likes knowing what is coming next.

Alex never meant to fall in love with his best friend. He never planned on Jack.

They’ve reached the point where they should probably have an adult conversation about whatever it is that’s going on between them. Honestly they probably reached that point half a decade ago, but Alex knows neither of them was ready for it then. He wonders if they’re really both ready now. He knows he is. But it scares him a little to think about what happens if the other involved party isn’t.

That conversation and what it might sound like is what Alex is thinking about as he watches the end of the sunset over the desert from the edge of the pool at the house they’re renting. He lets a wine glass dangle from his fingers, the last few sips of his pink wine swirling around the bottom. His feet slowly swing in the warm water to avoid splashing over the edge. For someone whose job it is to come up with words for feelings, he finds himself struggling with where to even begin. He wonders if that should feel significant.

He’s draining the last of his wine when he hears the back door slide open and feet pad over the stone in his direction. Just as he’s about to question who’s come to join him, the visitor sits behind him and legs drop to frame his body. Alex leans back into Jack’s chest and breathes in the scent of his cologne mixing with the nighttime air. Jack’s arms wrap around Alex and the mess of thoughts trying to piece together the conversation to be had word by word fades off to the back of Alex’s mind.

“What are you doing out here?” Jack asks, his lips brushing against Alex’s neck. Probably against his tattoo. Jack’s always particularly fond of pressing his lips there.

“Just finishing my wine,” Alex says, and lifts the empty glass as evidence. “Wanted to watch the sunset, too. Don’t think I’m ever going to want to say goodbye to this view.”

“You should get a house out here someday,” Jack says as he rocks them back and forth a little. Alex leans further into his chest. “This place has your vibes and the stars look really sick out here.”

Alex smiles at Jack thinking of his astronomy habits. “I like the way you think,” he agrees before turning to stand. “Is it time we go in and join the pregame?” 

Jack lifts a hand to be helped up and elects to keep holding Alex’s hand as they head in the direction of the door. “Why do you think I came out to find you?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says as they approach the door, a blush painting across his cheeks. “Was just a little bit stuck in my head, trying to figure something out. Didn’t mean to leave the birthday boy waiting.”

Jack smiles and drops Alex’s hand before he reaches for the door handle. They’re in the desert in June, but Alex immediately misses the warmth. The two of them so easily gravitate physically toward one another when they’re together but they don’t hold hands in group settings. The way Alex wishes they did starts the spiral of words again. “Let me know if you need any help figuring whatever it is out?” Jack says as a worried look takes over his features.

Alex never wants to worry him, so he drops a hand to Jack’s back to guide him inside. He lets his answer to Jack’s question mix into a smile. Others in the living room grab Jack for shots. He shoots Alex a look as a lime is placed between his fingers; Alex points in the direction of the stairs and mouths need to change as he heads off. A smaller smile pulls at Jack’s lips as he nods and turns the rest of the group whining for him to join in. 

Alex takes a deep breath before making his way out of the room and only lifts his brows to acknowledge the knowing look from Rian as he climbs the stairs.

*

The club is loud. Alex isn’t sure why he always expects them not to be, but the sounds in his environment accompanied by the buzzing in his mind is almost overwhelming. 

He’s just grabbed another drink and when he gets back to the table their group has claimed for the night, Jack is sitting on the tabletop, his legs swinging as he talks to a couple of girls. Alex smirks as he watches Jack lift up the birthday sash someone had shown up with for him before they left the house (it’s pink and says I’m 21 Today! in sequins). The girls laugh before they wave and disappear into the crowd. Jack turns and his eyes brighten when they fall to Alex.

He scoots closer to where Alex sits and leans in. “What’s that?” he asks, pointing at the cup Alex has just come back with. 

Alex raises the drink in front of his face and frowns as his tipsy mind forgets whatever the drink was called. “Uh, pink?”

“Lemme try,” Jack says and plucks the cup from between Alex’s fingers. Alex hadn’t planned to argue with the request but he can practically hear Jack’s voice reciting the statement Alex has heard probably hundreds of times over the years: You can’t say no during birthweek.

Jack takes a sip and then leaves the cup beside him on the table. He nods thoughtfully for a moment before leaning back in so Alex can hear him. “You’re right, it tastes very pink.”

Alex laughs but before he can respond Jack is moving to sink into the seat beside him and his head drops to Alex’s shoulder. “Are clubs busier than they used to be? Feel like I can’t breathe in here,” he whines. Alex agrees, though he was ready to just blame it on their age. “Where are Rian and Zack?”

“They were talking to some girls at the bar, I think,” Alex explains. “Rian told one of them he’s a drummer and she basically melted, it was hilarious.”

“You think anyone in here has even heard an All Time Low song before?” Jack asks, his tone indicating he’s reached the kind of happy drunk where every thought that comes to mind has to leave his lips. 

“Maybe ‘Dear Maria’?” Alex offers as he drops his arm to rest against Jack’s back. His fingers trace lazy patterns against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Jack hums but he doesn’t sound convinced.

Jack nuzzles his face into Alex’s neck and Alex hears him sigh. “Hey Alex?”

“Yeah?” Alex replies while his eyes track one of the bright lights circling around the room over the crowd on a dance floor.

Jack lifts his head up and throws Alex big brown puppy eyes. He can tell Jack’s about to ask him something and before he’s even heard the question he already knows his answer will be yes. He’s never been able to say no to Jack. 

“Can we leave?”

Alex laughs. “Thought birthweek had no time for quitters?” he jokingly asks, recalling something Jack yelled across the room at Zack when he tried turning down shots the night before.

“Please?” Jack asks. “It’s loud and I want a snack.”

“Anything for the birthday boy,” Alex replies with a nod. Jack smiles again at the response. “Thought I saw a diner down the road. Late night breakfast?”

“God, you’re the best.”

Jack slides out of the booth as Alex reaches for the jacket he shed shortly after they arrived. While they head toward the doors that lead out to the street, Alex sends a message to the group text (The BoyDay Boys) to let the crew know they’re headed off.

The nighttime air is cool when they step out onto the street. Alex can’t remember which direction they’re meant to head so he pauses once they’re out of the way of the entrance to the club and pulls out his phone again to figure out where they’re going. 

Another cool breeze blows down the street and Jack leans in closer to Alex’s side in response. It’s a frequent habit of his, the way he’s always trying to share Alex’s warmth. If Alex were a little more tipsy he probably would just wrap his arms around Jack’s waist as he leads them in the direction of the diner he’s successfully located. But he’s a little bit too self-aware for that at the moment so he elects to let Jack continue to lean into his side as they head down the street. 

They pass couples walking in the opposite direction, their fingers tangled or lips pressing together without a care in the world. Alex finds he feels something in the realm of jealousy, though he’s not sure that’s the right thing to call it. Loneliness, maybe? He knows he should just say something, just see if there’s any chance at all that Jack feels the same way about figuring out what the hell they are. But it’s been so easy to just teeter the line of something for as long as they have. Alex doesn’t want to scare him away by considering the idea of throwing a label on it. Every time he explains it to Rian like that when he asks, Alex is told he’s being ridiculous and have you seen the way he looks at you, Alex?, but the fear in the back of his mind won’t budge.

The line they tightrope across is confusing, Alex thinks. But even so, he’s not unhappy. Maybe this is just the way they’re meant to be. Confusing but happy. Alex could be okay with that.

It’s a short walk to the diner and Jack chats to Alex most of the way there about some party he went to the previous week. There had been a petting zoo for some unknown reason. Alex listens to Jack describe the animals he got to pet and the kitten that tried stealing some of his White Claw. Soon enough they reach the door and push through to inside, a tiny bell jingling over their heads as they enter. 

Someone behind the counter tells them they can seat themselves, that they’ll come find them in a minute for their drink orders. Jack wanders to a booth in the back of the room and Alex follows him. He waits to let Jack pick a side and slides into the one opposite him. A clock on the wall tells Alex it’s just past midnight, meaning Jack’s actual birthday has just finished. The celebrations should continue for another day or two.

A waitress comes to take their drink orders and they ask for a couple waters and a couple coffees and then they’re alone again. Jack squints his eyes down at the menu while Alex glances around the diner, ignoring the butterflies stirring whenever their knees knock together below the table and neither of them make any effort to move. 

The entire scene has waves of nostalgia crashing all around Alex. It’s a pretty regular event during Jack’s birthday celebrations that he and Alex slip away from the rest of the group to catch a moment of something more tranquil during all the crazy of the week-long party. 

It had become something Alex looked forward to every year. Usually when Jack’s birthday fell during a break from touring or between cycles, they would just go for a drive. Jack would find whatever couch or bed Alex had passed out on and pull him from sleep to go watch the sunrise or the sunset (his body clock was always thrown completely off balance during birthweek). 

He’d usually want to go to the beach. Jack would play navigator and call out directions to whichever beach involved the least amount of traffic to get to, in a voice rough both from sleep and from screaming along to Top 40 hits in karaoke bars and clubs around LA. Once there, they would walk all the way out to the water and let little waves splash against their ankles as the sun rose higher and higher or sunk lower and lower. Eventually Jack would smile and nod toward the Pacific and sigh a deep breath of salty air and that would be the cue that he was satisfied with the experience. They usually would end up at a diner like the one they’re at right now, sipping coffee with tired eyes and laughing over pancakes.

It’s probably a two hour drive to the coast from where they currently sit but if Jack had asked to go to the beach, Alex would have gotten him there without a second thought.

Jack moves so their long legs are all tangled together below the table, and it breaks Alex out of the nostalgic place he’d been transported to for a moment. He looks up to meet Jack’s tired, happy gaze. Alex raises his eyebrows in a silent question and a gleeful smile pulls across Jack’s cheeks.

“Do you think they’d put sprinkles in my pancakes if I tell them it’s my birthday?”

That’s when it hits Alex head on, like a dart hitting the bullseye. They walk a tightrope but there’s always been a net to catch them if need be just below their feet the whole time. The look Rian’s been trying to convince him to see for years is staring back from the other side of the booth, and it says everything in the most plain but beautiful way possible. It’s the same smile Jack would give to the Pacific just after the sun had set over the city of stars. Alex breaks into a quiet laugh and wonders if he’s ever not been in love with this sunshine of a boy sitting in front of him.

(They do put sprinkles in the pancakes. Rainbow ones. And add whipped cream and a candle too.)

*

It’s close to 1AM by the time they pay the check and head back out into the early morning desert air. They had enough water and coffee that they’re pretty much sober now. The moon shines bright down onto them as they stand in front of the diner, unsure of where to head next. 

“Want to take a walk?” Alex asks while pointing down a more quiet part of the street in the opposite direction they came from. 

“Sounds nice,” Jack agrees, and motions for Alex to lead the way.

They start down the sidewalk and let the nighttime noises play as their soundtrack for a few minutes. Jack breaks the silence to tell the story of something his mom told him about when he called her a couple days ago and at some point in the middle of the tale, he reaches for Alex’s hand and threads their fingers together so their joined hands swing between them. Alex continues listening as he looks down, and there’s some tiny part of his brain that tries to start making another set of pros and cons lists, but then he shakes the thought away and stops walking. 

Jack glances back with a confused look when he feels the pull on his arm. “What is it, Al?”

Alex lets out a sigh as he looks back and forth between their hands and the look on Jack’s face. The words fall from his lips before he can even process them fully. “Jack, I really like you.”

The look of confusion fades into something more stunned as Jack takes a step closer to him. “What?” he asks in a quiet voice, like he’s worried that speaking too loudly might shatter the moment that Alex’s confession just created.

“I really like you,” Alex says and reaches over to pull Jack in at the waist. “I like you in the want to show you off and kiss you until our friends groan and introduce you as my boyfriend at parties kind of way. I want to hold your hand when we walk back inside after watching the sunset like the cheesy idiots we are.”

For a moment he just watches Jack nod before a smile brighter than the full moon overhead pulls across Jack's face. He lets his arms wrap around Alex's neck and pulls him close enough that their foreheads touch. “I like you, too. So much. I might love you, I think, but that feels like a really big word,” Jack says back, in a voice still just above a whisper. “I could never come up with the words to say that until right now.”

Alex doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until Jack moves to cup Alex’s cheek, his thumb running across his cheekbone just in time to swipe away a tear. “God, we’re stupid. You’d think we of all people would know to just let the words come to us.”

Jack shakes his head and pouts. “Hey, you’re the veteran songwriter here. I'm still new enough to this that I have an excuse.”

“Shut up,” Alex laughs, and then he leans closer to press their lips together. Jack adjusts to cup his hand around Alex's other cheek as Alex's grip on his waist tightens. It’s not even fireworks and confetti like Alex had imagined it would be. They laugh against each other’s lips between kisses and it’s just them. When Alex pulls away and tucks his face into Jack's neck, his lips pressing lazily against the triangles inked into Jack's skin, he feels peace. Holding Jack feels like coming home or a deep breath of the cool ocean air just after sunset. He feels like what Alex always imagined love to feel like. 

*

Somehow they still beat everyone else back to the house. Their giggles echo off the halls as they kick their shoes off before heading up the stairs, one of them stopping the other every so often for another kiss.

They make it up the stairs eventually and Alex drags Jack in the direction of his room. Alex only whines for a moment when Jack pulls away because Well, you want me to brush my teeth, don’t you? When Jack returns Alex is changed and going through his own routine in the bathroom. When he glances out through the open door to the bedroom, Jack has already claimed his side of the bed and is looking at him across the room, a lazy smile pulling across his face.

“What?” Alex asks as he turns off the tap and shuffles over to lean against the doorway.

Jack shrugs. “Nothing.”

“What’s that look for then?” Alex asks. Jack sits facing towards him, his temple resting against the headboard. He’s changed into sweats and a tank Alex is pretty sure was swiped from his own closet. It’s stretched and worn enough that it’s falling off of Jack’s tattooed shoulder. If Alex could pick one image to look at for the rest of his life, this one would certainly be in the running.

“I think I’m just glad we kind of figured this out a bit,” Jack replies. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure if I went another day without saying something, Rian would have threatened to tell you himself and I think we’re just a little bit too old to be having our friends communicate our feelings for us.”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” Jack laughs as he slides beneath the sheets. Alex hits the light in the bathroom and pads across the room. He hears the front door open and close downstairs followed by laughter, signalling the rest of their crew has arrived home. As he listens to the quiet conversations happening on the first floor, he crawls into bed and drops his head on the pillow beside where Jack rests with his hand holding up his head. Alex drops an arm around Jack’s waist and pulls him closer.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep when I feel like I’m dreaming,” Alex says while Jack turns to shut the lamp off.

“Alex, I adore you, but that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said and your exhaustion is showing,” Jack says with a laugh before pressing his lips to Alex’s temple. “I’ll still be right here in the morning.”

“Will you remind me of all of the cheesy things I said tonight?”

“For as long as you’ll let me,” Jack replies. He drops his head against the pillow and smiles up at Alex.

“I’m holding you to that,” Alex says. He presses a kiss to the tattoos on Jack’s shoulder he’d been admiring from the doorway before moving to settle his head against his chest. 

As he lets his tired eyes fall shut while settling against Jack, Alex is surprised that the swirling mix of words in his head he’s become accustomed to isn’t there. He’s used to his mind still trying desperately to plan out whatever needs to come next even as he falls asleep. But as Jack tucks an arm around his waist and drifts closer to sleep, Alex decides maybe he’s alright with not knowing what comes next so long as they stay like this.

*

[poppyssupergirl]

Victorian Supercorp AU where Lena and Kara are the dearest of friends. They grew up together from playful little girls to brilliant young women, and yet they never quite outgrew their youthful phase of clinging to each other’s hands and whispering quietly amongst themselves, as if no one else existed. In fact, when they’re together no one else does. What did they matter when Lena would intertwine their arms and Kara would duck her head low, lips nearly brushing as they slip off into a private conversation that no one else is ever brave enough to interrupt.

But Lillian moves the Luthors to a posher area, Paris to be specific. Of course, this doesn’t stop Lena and Kara from writing. In fact, it only instigates them further. They write to each other daily, sometimes twice a day. Letters that are nearly books and letters that aren’t even worth the postage they require. Lillian doesn’t mention it because Lena has picked up French faster than anyone else in the family. She’s already doing business transactions for her father. 

Kara’s family does mention it though. Alex in particular, with her dear friend in their cottage, doesn’t stop mentioning the litany of letters. Kara’s favorite messenger gets a bonus if he can out wit Alex such that she doesn’t see him. 

The letters take up more than several drawers in each of their rooms. It gets unbearable, to the point all they can think about is visiting each other. Their joking promises of five years in the future start to whittle away. 

Perhaps I will be able to venture to you in only four years now! Lena’s invented a boat that creates less drag in the water.

Four years is so long though, surly I could mail myself there in only three. Kara picked up her floundering family blacksmithy and shoes half the horses in London.

If only I was a bird, I could fly to you in less than a day. 

If I could swim the channel, I would have already visited you thrice over.

The letters build to a crescendo, until none are sent at all. Lena rents the fastest horses for an over-night ride to the channel. Kara takes her family’s horse the next morning. It’s beyond a miracle that they run into each other on the road, Hannukah comes two days early.

Lena’s English-side rented horses do not fair well in the freshly fallen snow. One of them loses a shoe. She’s stuck, in the English county-side, with a shoe-less horse and an immovable carriage. The letter she keeps reading, again and again, is the only thing keeping her sanity.

she and her … her dear friend share a cottage in the countryside

Kara fairs not much better. She’s just north of the main town to cross the channel when she notices a broken-down carriage with a too-stressed cabby at the lead. She’s only thirty minutes from the next ferry, then a night’s ride from Paris. She’s so close. She still reigns in her horse though, turns to see what the problem might be. 

Lena’s fairly certain the spirits are playing tricks on her because the voice from outside sounds just like Kara. Kara when she’s rushing and poorly planned a picnic in the garden, narry a blanket in sight. She launches herself from the carriage. The door swings open with such force

Kara catches the doorhandle right in the chest. It knocks her to a knee and when she looks up she swears she’s hit her head. Angels don’t visit blacksmiths. But then Lena’s hands are on her face and Kara can’t breathe for a whole new reason.

It’s been less than a year and a half and Kara’s gained muscle and Lena’s gained a few curves and Kara’s in the perfect position anyway, so why not ring in the new year a little early?

she shan’t deny us a room until we find a cottage of our own 

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Based on This post from @the-queen-of-the-light whose bday is today!! Here is my interpretation of the other headcanon I think you may have been aiming for :3 Happy birthday boo!! I adore your whole brain!!!

[basement-noise]

everything is wine #4

- everyone must do 32 burpees for zack merricks bday today

- alex looks like wario

- alex and jack freaked out when they lost insta followers because instagram deleted all the fake accounts

- they brought zacks parents on for his birthday!

- zack pees outside a lot? and once at like 2 am the mayor of hawaii saw him

- zack accidentally slept in someone else’s apartment when he was drunk because it was next to his friends and was woken up by the police banging on the door

- rian is watching too hot to handle on netflix and thinks it’s terrible

- alex also looks like guy fieri (according to someone in the chat) (i agree)

- everyone else thinks jack should be on the show next season

- rian: “i don’t know if it’s his son or his employee but he was like six years old and he would come pour wine for us!”

- they’re all wine people and i hate it

- zack has mixed wine and vodka together in his water bottle

- jack thinks pineapple white claw is “fucking delicious”

- alex is taping his face (a lot) (sponsored by scotch tape)

- zack and alex left?

- rian and jack are forming a new band that’s just blink-182 covers with rhythm guitar and drums

- jack got hammered and played pokémon for seven hours and forgot to save it

- alex got stoned and played mario 64 and just spent an hour on the loading screen where you can pull his face around

- rian: “can we go back to marijuana real quick? as we know i’m not a user”

jack and alex: “LOSERRRRRRRRRR”

- alex has a mustache pint glass

- THEY SHOWED ZACKS BABY PICTURES!

- alex: “hey rian who’s that coming down the stairs?”

jack: *screams*

rian: “there’s no one”

-rians a narc

- the person behind rian was stevie stocks

- rians in maryland rn??!!?!?!?!?

[bebecue]

RIKA HAPPY BDAY BABE time for u to dance some otso otso 😌 enjoy ur handa & est loads!! hope ur day is the best ever 💜💜

ALEX!!! handa for today is an mx concert so its looking good already hehe

one day we'll otso otso together, thats a promise