#and then miles pulled away a little and alex's tongue decided it was going with him
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um alex??? just WHAT is your tongue doing??
#are they snogging or singing part 253748#idk what's going on here but something sure as hell is 👀#and when i say something i mean something so far from platonic it might as well be in a different universe#also it's hard to tell bc of the angle but it looks like maybe there was a little kiss or brush of lips first#and then miles pulled away a little and alex's tongue decided it was going with him#i don't even know anymore#maybe i'm insane#but they're also definitely insane#anyway sorry i'll see myself out now#milex#milex gifs#miles kane#alex turner#tlsp#the last shadow puppets#my gifs#lulu posts
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SUMMARY | y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?
PAIRING | choi san x male reader
INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst
WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing
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AUTHOR’S NOTE | woops, finally have chapter 3 here! alex wasn’t able to finish it so i (monnie) did, but alex edited it so it was a smooth process. please like and reblog!! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please excuse any mistakes!
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hongjoong had gathered everyone around, gaze settled upon his members. “this mission is very important. we’ve managed to get a good deal. he says if he manages to make a good first impression with us, he’ll be willing to work with us at a smaller price.”
everyone nodded along, understanding what he was trying to say: don’t mess this up.
the leader continued as everyone seemed to catch the drift, “but we’re going to be very careful with this. we don’t put ourselves out there, so i don’t know how he knows our reputation enough to want to further business before we’ve even started.”
seonghwa perked up, arms tightening around himself, “that means old business is talking.” hongjoong nodded, letting him know they were both on the same page.
after a moment of silence, hongjoong sucked his teeth and looked up at y/n, eyes holding an emotion the older couldn’t read. the two held eye contact for barely 3 seconds before hongjoong spoke in yeosang’s direction. “i want you to stay here with y/n,” at those words, the younger gave a look that explained his feelings very well, y/n thought.
yeosang thought this was bullshit, but he couldn’t speak out on it because he trusted hongjoong knew well enough. “don’t take it personal, i don’t trust y/n fully. we don’t know what can happen.”
yeosang could only nod, deciding against disobeying hongjoong’s orders.
“alright, everyone get ready. we leave in an hour, i wanna get there early. scope out the place.”
y/n felt ashamed and angry.
ever since the group left for the mission, almost an hour ago, yeosang has been rude and treating him like he was the cause of all his problems. he felt ashamed because yeosang’s bruteness made him feel, somewhat, small and embarrassed, like it was his fault they were in this situation.
“get out of my way,” yeosang had shoved y/n on the way to the kitchen. the older stared dumbfounded, patience wearing thin.
“a simple excuse me would’ve been nice.”
yeosang scoffed, opening the refrigerator. if there was one thing that bothered him, it was being on babysitting duty.
“yeah, well i’m not exactly in the mood to play around and be all goody-two-shoes. so you know what would be nice?” he directed a sharp glare to y/n, not giving him a chance to answer his rhetorical question, “if you would fuck off.”
y/n bit his tongue, sizing up the smaller. his thoughts blocked his irritation, taking in the fact that yeosang was a gang member. he’s pretty sure size wouldn’t inconvenience the younger when handling a physical situation, much less a verbal one.
the doctor went to walk away as yeosang placed a plate in the microwave, until he noticed red markings on the skin of yeosang’s wrist, his shirt sleeve sliding down as his arm lifted. “are you okay?”
“last i checked, i didn’t ask for some psychological evaluation. so for the love of god-”
“no- i meant your wrist… is your wrist okay?”
a barely noticeable blush covered yeosang’s ears, “i’m fine. it’s nothing.”
y/n’s head tilted, an unsure look on his face.“do… do you mind if i take a look at it?”
yeosang stilled, the low hum of the microwave filling in the silence. he hesitated, but decided against it, knowing yunho had told him he needed to get it looked at because there wasn’t much he could do.
his eyes drifted to y/n, his arm slowly gravitating in the direction of y/n, a silent approval. the doctor carefully walked forward, gently grabbing yeosang’s hand and pulling the sleeve slightly. a small gasp left his mouth, the sleeve barely pulled back but the wound already looked pretty bad. “do you have a first aid kit?”
the metal lid of the small trash can clinked as it swung back and forth, ointment-clotted swabs and bandage wrappers crinkling within the confinement. “thank you,” yeosang’s voice was small, his upset mood dissipating as time went on.
“it’s no problem,” y/n finished wrapping yeosang’s wrist, careful not to make it too tight, “that was a second degree burn though… how’d you get it?”
yeosang looked down, a blush settling on his cheeks. his head dropped and his feet swung under the medical cot he sat on. he mumbled something, biting his lip afterwards, and y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. “i’m sorry, what was that?” and yeosang mumbled once more, y/n still not hearing what he said. “huh?”
“i said i burned myself trying to help seognhwa hyung make your meals!”
y/n blinked, “oh.”
and for the next few moments, it was deadly silent, the ticking of the wall clock echoing. y/n couldn’t take the awkwardness any longer, clearing his throat, “well, next time you get hurt, please don’t be afraid to come to me. it’d give me something to do, i already feel pretty useless and lonely here, to be honest.”
yeosang looked up, his feet no longer swinging, and a confused look on his face. “you’re not useless. we wouldn’t have kept you alive if you were.”
at that moment y/n inhaled, not knowing how to respond to that. “uh, jeez, that uh… hm, that makes me feel better… i guess?” a moment passed before the two chuckled, a comedic break turning out to be a lot more comforting than they expected.
minutes passed, their conversation dying down into light replies and subtle smiles when yeosang asked a question that threw the doctor off. “do you know anyone by the name of heeseung?”
dozens of thoughts raced through y/n’s mind; why does he want to know? is heeseung okay? did he do something he wasn’t supposed to?
“. . . yes.” but y/n couldn’t ask any further because before he knew it, yeosang had nodded and gotten down from the cot, walking out of the infirmary area.
meanwhile, miles away the others had arrived at the meeting spot, every member cautiously looking out for anything strange. seonghwa began pulling in closer to the black van adjacent to theirs, letting hongjoong and wooyoung scout to make sure this was the man they were meeting with.
after confirmation that this was dongwoo, they holstered their weapons within the waistbands of their trousers and exited the van.
“have you got it?” hongjoong cut to the chase; he was quite a brute person when it came to work. and dongwoo and his people wanted to make a good first impression? he’d see how well he could handle him.
“yep, got a truckload of ak-47’s, m16’s, and a couple 9mm’s. all smuggled from america.”
hongjoong pursed his lips, an impressed nod making dongwoo’s ego subtly inflate. word on the street said no one had successfully managed to smuggle weapons, specifically guns, to ateez without the korean law getting too heavily involved. the trader always got caught, and ateez always made sure to utilize their connections and silence those who they couldn’t trust to keep their mouths shut.
hongjoong had to go to some expensive lengths just to get the glock 17’s they used now. the quality of the gun proved its worth though, they learned. however, it was rare that they resorted to guns—they didn’t rely on them unless they themselves were in danger or if someone needed to be silenced quickly.
“looks good to me,” hongjoong complimented, turning his head slightly toward wooyoung, “bring out their payment.”
wooyoung nodded briefly, bringing his hands from behind his back, a large herbal drink-branded bag being showcased. dongwoo raised a brow, peeking over and catching a glimpse of the rolls of cash that filled the bag to the brim.
“thank you for your service,” hongjoong beckoned wooyoung to hand the bag to dongwoo, before he went to step toward his shipment.
“wait, what?”
at dongwoo’s abruptness, san stepped forward, “what do you mean ‘what’? take the deal or leav—” his words died down and he cowered back when hongjoong’s sharp glare met his eyes, immediately silencing him.
the leader clasped his hands behind his back and made a sharp turn toward the man. “is there something wrong?” his head was tilted and a curious look was on his face, there shouldn’t have been anything wrong with this offer and if there was, there was only a problem on dongwoo’s side. call it being ignorant, but hongjoong didn’t say he never had a problem because he wanted to be cocky and egotistic. it was simply the truth.
out of every issue he and the others had encountered with a deal, none had gone wrong on their part. it was part of the reason their group was at the top—they were efficient business partners and leaders. something only went wrong when non-mutual expectations weren’t met.
“there’s no ‘we’re looking forward to doing future business with you’?”
a small smirk had taken over hongjoong’s lips, hidden by the hanging of his head. “mr. yoo, we further business with those of the same intentions as us. do you, perhaps, know what those intentions are?”
dongwoo stood dumbfounded; of everything he heard about ateez and their leader, he didn’t think to find out just what their goal was.
“it seems you don’t know, so i’ll tell you. we, ateez, have come this far from one thing and one thing only—loyalty. when i heard your proposition of your first impression leading to cheaper traders, something was a little off,” his eyes squinted and he bought his pointer finger and thumb to barely touch, “you know a little too much, don’t you think?”
dongwoo’s eyes widened slightly but he recovered, however, it was noticeable. “what are you talking about?”
“someone’s been talking, haven’t they? leaking information about us that they, most certainly, weren’t warranted to give, but you probably don’t know much—you’re not the loose tie that needs to be cut off,” he looked dongwoo dead in the eyes as his own narrowed, “i hope.”
his intimidating stare lasted for a few moments more before a light smile covered his face, eye lightening. “take your payment, we’ll be taking our things and leaving.”
hongjoong gave a nod of his head, him and the rest of ateez splitting up to hook the small weapon-filled-trailer to their own vehicle, dongwoo and his men pulling off once it was unattached.
“boss, i don’t feel so good about this right now. i think we should hurry and get out of here.” yunho spoke, a hand rubbing at the hairs that stood on the back of his neck. hongjoong didn’t question further, sharing the suspenseful feeling that creeped up his spine, giving a prompt nod.
after 5 minutes were spent attaching the trailer and making sure they were ready to go, seonghwa started the engine and waited for everyone to get in. just as san and mingi were about to get in the van, the screeching of tires sounded nearby.
“get down!” and bullets went flying.
“do you like raisin bran?”
y/n gave a slight nod, folding his hands in front of him. “sure!” yeosang held the box in the air, stopping mid-grab.
“aren’t you a doctor? raisin bran has a lot of sugar…”
y/n shrugged his shoulders, standing to get bowls for the both of them, “i’m a doctor, not a dentist. besides, i’m quite the sugar addict. with the injuries i see and multiple hour surgeries i perform, i need some type of a high—so sugar high it is!”
yeosang laughed, shaking his head and setting the cereal box on the counter before grabbing the milk from the fridge. “quick question doc,” yeosang began and y/n looked at him, setting the bowls and spoons down. “milk first or cereal?”
yeosang held a laugh in when y/n had a visibly offended look on his face, a hand pressing to his chest. “yeosang, please tell me you put cereal fi—”
“shit! y/n where the fuck are you?!” someone had frantically shouted from the front of the house, yeosang and y/n giving each other a worried look before tripping over their own feet to reach the living room.
“oh my—what happened?!”
“fuck,” hongjoong let out a belligerent roar, “get him to the infirmary!”
y/n panicked, grabbing onto the injured man and hoisting him up into his arms, rushing to the infirmary. he looked down at the paled man in his arms, huffing out a breath of air, “don’t worry san, i’ve got you!”
san lies on the medical cot, eyes still and closed and chest rising and falling in a calming pattern. y/n is sitting next to him, checking his vitals every few minutes and making sure his labs are okay. after verifying everything is stable, he sat the clipboard down, closing his own eyes and lying his head in his arms on the cot, dozing off.
it’d been about 3 hours since san was bought in like this. y/n could’ve laughed at how freaked out he was earlier—san’s injuries weren’t even the worst he’s ever seen or treated, but your emotions and professionalism change when the person lying on your operating table is someone you have a nice relationship with… and when said patient’s fellow gang members are breathing down your neck, reminding you that there’s no other option than survival for him...
“how is he?” hongjoong’s voice startled y/n out of his exhausted haze, the older jumping in his spot.
“he’s fine now. if you’d have been any later, he would have coded… and i can’t do much for coding outside a hospital.”
the leader nodded his head, his chest and shoulders dropping slightly as if he could finally breathe. y/n watched him, watched how hongjoong toed around the cot, staring san’s unconscious form down.
y/n fumbled with his fingers, running over his next words in his head before just blurting them. “is it hard?”
“what do you mean?”
he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the shorter, “being a leader… having to watch over everyone,” he held eye contact with the leader, trying to read his expression, “it must be suffocating when something happens to one of them.”
hongjoong’s tongue swiped over his teeth as he stared the taller down. the air around them was tense—hongjoong knew y/n meant good by his words, but he’s not the type of person to just get emotional with people, especially those who aren’t exactly close to him. the others may see y/n as someone more than a hostage, but to hongjoong, he was just that. a person they were taking advantage of—a person who was only cooperative because his life was on the line.
“we’re going to head back to the shooting scene and see if we can find anything that’ll lead us to dongwoo, son-of-a-bitch. wooyoung and yeosang will stay with you and san… so let them know if you or san needs anything.” y/n cleared his throat, giving a curt nod before standing up and walking toward the cabinets, desperate to escape the awkward and tense aura.
when he heard the door to the infirmary shut, signaling hongjoong had left, he let out a sigh before starting to occupy himself again. he opened a cabinet, grabbing a roll of gauze—it was time to change san’s dressings.
as he made his way back to the cot, he noticed san was now awake and it caused him to stop in his tracks. “when did you wake up?”
“unfortunately, when it got awkward,” san watched y/n’s face fall, a look of embarrassment overtaking his tired features. he held back a teasing smile, leaning back on his arms, although hissing in pain and sitting back up when the pressure sent a stabbing pain through his side and shoulder. he watched y/n walk toward him and lift his clean shirt to start snipping at the dirtied gauze anchored around his naked shoulder.
a few moments went by of y/n re-bandaging and wrapping san’s wounds before the injured boy’s head tilted to the side. he didn’t know if it was because he was high off pain meds or if it was because he’s been so deprived of seeing an unfamiliar face… but y/n looked really handsome and flattering. even thinking about feeling that way sent a drunk feeling to san’s head, his mind getting lost and going blank in the echoing cavity of his skull. it was no secret to himself that he was rather flexible when it came to his romantic relationships and feelings, but he was still foreign to it.
he decided to push it to the back of his mind, feeling rather rushed and irrational at the moment, “y/n hyung… are you feeling better now?”
the older turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “i should be asking that—you’re the one who got shot in the shoulder and stomach,” he pulled san’s shirt back down, careful not to put pressure on his shoulder. he turned around for a moment before turning back and wrapping san’s arm in a sling.
“thank you,” the younger softly spoke, before continuing, “i just noticed you’re more at ease with all of...this. it’s almost a complete 180 from when we first met.”
the doctor’s hands froze against his own lap, a sigh leaving his mouth and his eyes fluttering in a blink of realization, “i guess so.”
“they’re not here—”
hongjoong sighed through his nose, looking rather composed; and the others thought it wasn’t much of a deal until the leader kicked the seat in front of him, scaring seonghwa, who was in the driver’s seat. “call yeosang.”
“been here for a while, what’s up.” said male spoke through their communicator, sounding calm and unbothered.
“can you please stop doing th—can you find anything about dongwoo’s whereabouts?”
“give me a sec,” the boy registered, the clicking of a keyboard sounding into the communication device.
“alright so while yeosang’s doing what should have been done, please tell me why there wasn’t an extensive amount of research on this client?” hongjoong was pissed. not only did their transaction end in a one-sided gunfight, it ended up with one of their own having more than one bullet wound.
wooyoung swallowed, knowing damn well the question was aimed at him. “hyung, i did do research. i made sure to look up what links he has with other businesses and everything that i could think of. i’ve never failed at doing so-”
“then why did you fail this time?”
it got heavily quiet, seonghwa looking at his boyfriend through the rear-view mirror. no one uttered a breath and looked away from a fidgeting wooyoung.
“aight i’m back.”
hongjoong ignored seonghwa’s prompting gaze, “what did you find?”
“nothing. they’re good at covering their tracks and maybe that’s why wooyoung couldn't find much. usually, we resort to hacking, but i’ve never seen these sorts of codes before and if you want me to break the wall down it will take longer than what you’d want.”
the leader sighed once more, pinching the bridge of his nose while bouncing his right leg. “No it’s fine, we’ll just hope dongwoo and his crew don’t appear again.”
“but hyung, isn’t that a little reckless-”
“you shouldn’t be one to speak right now.” hongjoong turned to glare at wooyoung, the younger male pursing his lips and nodding. “everyone get in the car, we're going back.”
“...so i’m not going to try and hack this? aw.”
“what’s wrong?” san frowned as wooyoung sulked while sitting next to him on the cot.
“hyung’s mad with me…”
y/n had his back facing them, trying to arrange the mess that was on the counter where all the ointments and supplies were. yunho had came in earlier to apologize for not keeping it organized, his exact words being “i just clean up their wounds as best as i can, and i’m not really in here unless it’s an emergency.”
san lingered a glance at y/n as if the older would do the same. “is it because of dongwoo?”
the younger nodded with a pout, leaning on san’s side. “mhm, and he hasn’t talked to me since.”
“well you know joong-hyung, he’s…” san thought for a few seconds, and when he couldn't find the words, he bit the inside of his cheek. “ he’ll get over it, just give it time. or talk to seonghwa-hyung, he’ll know what to do, he always does.”
wooyoung whined, “i already did! and he said ‘i can’t do anything’ with that pained smile of his!”
san blinked, “what? you’re lying, hwa-hyung would never fail us-”
“no no, i was there. he talked to hongjoong-hyung before wooyoung came up to him...or at least tried. joong-hyung isn’t talking to anyone right now. that’s why hwa-hyung told you he can’t do anything.”
“yeo, i swear you’re the nosiest person ever. like, please, i’m not sure if that’s good or bad sometimes.” san grimaced after processing yeosang’s comment through the earpiece.
“as far as i know it’s done us more good than bad. plus, it’s my job to be nosy, remember? we all get paid for things, and i get paid for sticking my nose up yall’s business.”
“wait you do that 24/7?” wooyoung frowned.
“uh, no. sometimes i don’t even intend to do it, ya’ll loud as fuck so sometimes i don’t even need the communicators. and i only comment on things that mean something. and before you ask this did not mean anything, i just wanted to join in the conversation.”
san snorted, “then why didn’t you just walk in here?”
“cus i’m busy right now.”
“doing what?” wooyoung grabbed san’s hand and played with his friend’s fingers.
“doing what i was not authorized to do—hack that wall.”
“won’t you get in trouble?”
“maybe,” the sound of him smacking his lips sounded, “but at least i won’t be given the silent treatment.”
wooyoung sat up. “yah! yeosang i will come down there and kick you!” when he heard no response he jumped off the cot and walked out the room, “yeosang i warned you!”
while hearing his best friend yell down the hall, san laughed. his attention returned to y/n who had his head tilted and a confused look on his face. “what’s wrong, hyung?”
“how...were you two talking to yeosang?”
san hummed, smiling while tapping the clear earpiece in his ear. “we have them on unless we’re showering and sleeping or something. but when we’re on duty we have them on, speaking of that, i’ll tell jongho to get you one-”
y/n shook his hands in front of him as san was about to move, “you shouldn’t move too much, you might reopen a wound. i’ll call him…” y/n’s voice died down when he realized what he was volunteering to do.
at the sudden look of horror on y/n’s face, san laughed.
“don’t worry, jongho’s just a buff teddy bear unless in danger. but for now, i’ll call him over.” san raised his hand to his earpiece, making y/n question why he couldn’t do that before. “jongho, can you bring an earpiece for y/n?”
san nodded when the younger agreed, saying he’ll be there shortly. he lowered his hand and rested it on his lap. “have you gotten along with anyone here yet?” he tried to spark conversation with the doctor, highly interested in him and feeling the need to know more about him.
“aside from yeosang, seonghwa and you, uh, not really. maybe yunho? i mean, he’s never showed any sign of hatred towards me so i guess we get along decent too...but i haven’t really had a chance to meet the others.”
the younger nodded, “well we may look tough and all, but i promise we’re all chill. hongjoong-hyung is only tough and straightforward when he’s on the lookout. just give him some time and you’ll see how nice and caring he is.”
y/n hummed, “i guess..”
“i have arrived with the product~” jongho smiled while walking inside the room, a box in hand. “once you put it on it will send yeosang a message and he’ll grant access to it.”
san watched jongho gesture y/n to grab it, but he took it before the doctor did. “here, i’ll put it in for you.”
jongho did his best to not snort or laugh, leaning against the wall instead. he watched san help y/n with setting up the earpiece, amused at how san seemed interested in the doctor.
“ok done, yeosang should grant access soon.” san smiled at y/n, the doctor returning it with his own.
a few minutes of quiet tension passed and jongho felt the need to do something; he pressed the button on the side of his earpiece. “yeosang-hyung, are you not going to-”
“give me a second, i just kicked wooyoung out. if he goes up there with a black eye don’t question it, he’ll say what happened without you asking.”
“you didn’t actually give him a black eye did you-”
“if he did then that can easily be taken care of…” y/n commented while watching jongho roll his eyes.
“yeah i did-”
“no he didn’t.” wooyoung butted in, it sounded like he was munching on something. “it was the other way around-”
san chuckled, shaking his head at his friend's bickering. he realized y/n’s earpiece was successfully connected when he saw the older grin.
“i bet they both have a black eye.” y/n nodded to himself.
jongho rose a brow, a grin prominent on his features. “and how much are we betting?”
y/n hummed, “thirty bucks.”
“i wanna bet too~,” san grinned, “let’s check it out then. can i move now?”
“hmm...i’d say no but you probably wouldn’t really listen to me so... as long as you don’t make sharp movements.”
san cheered, extending his free arm to get help in getting off the cot. “let’s go then!”
“hello?”
“mrs. l/n! how are you? it’s heeseung...lim heeseung.”
the woman on the other end of the phone gasped in what sounded like happiness, “heeseung! It’s been a while since i last heard of you, is something wrong?”
the nurse leaned back into his couch, “well i called to ask if you've seen y/n…”
“i see...well we haven’t heard of him for quite some time now. we thought it was because of work you know? but you two are close aren’t you, i assumed you would know about his whereabouts”
heeseung sighs softly, “well we were close before we broke up...i called because he hasn’t appeared at work for almost two weeks now. everyone knows y/n is a workaholic so it’s rare for him to miss days. and i wanted to ask if i can go to the police and file a report.”
“have you checked his apartment? you do know where he lives right?”
“i do...”
“well if he isn’t there then yes, go to the police station. please let us know if you find anything!”
“of course, thank you.” heeseung smiled painfully to himself, bidding farewell to y/n’s mother before hanging up. soon after he turned off his phone and sighed, he really hopes y/n is at his apartment and only took a vacation.
y/n couldn’t help but bust out laughing when the three of them walked inside the kitchen. wooyoung did indeed have a black eye and so did yeosang.
"darn it." jongho huffed as y/n ended up winning the bet.
seonghwa stood there confused, spatula in hand as he's setting out their plates for dinner. "and what's this about?"
san grinned, "we made a bet to see if yeosang and wooyoung gave each other a black eye or not. and luckily y/n ended up winning."
"would that be called a doctors intuition?" yeosang rose a brow while glaring at the plates seonghwa handed him.
"good question." y/n chuckled while walking up to the second oldest. "need help?"
"oh, yeah, thanks." seonghwa smiled while gesturing to the drinks. "set them on the table, everyone will serve their own drinks."
"got it. oh, and after dinner, i'll need you two to come with me so we can take care of those shiners."
“yeah yeah...”
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Don’t Hate The Playa, Hate The Game (Julie Johnston x Reader)
Anonymous Request: Can I get a julie x R Julie is kinda like a fuckboi and all that and shows off her muscles all lot and the R just doesn’t know how to act and just kisses her after she scores in a game
Your mouth was dry, INCERDIBLY dry, but it had NOTHING to do with the fact that Julie ‘fuckboy’ Johnston had stripped her shirt off, the woman dumping water down the front of her body in an attempt to cool down.
She notices your eyes on her and smirks, her tongue trapped between her teeth as she puts on a little show, purposely flexing to show off not only her ab muscles, but arm muscles as well.
“Jesus take the wheel.” Emily mumbles as she slaps your back, making you jump.
“You seem a little distracted there.” Kelley snorts, giving you a nudge and you growl.
“I’m not.”
Just as the words leave your mouth, Julie stretches her arms high above her head, her ab muscles flexing.
“Sureeeeeeee.” Emily smirks as you basically run away, cheeks blood red, a certain pair of blue orbs on your back as you rush off.
***
“Something on your mind baby?” Julie asks, wrapping her arms around you from behind as the two of you stand in the locker room after practice.
You stiffen, your eyes wide as your entire body flushes.
“Uh, n-no...” You stammer, the woman chuckling breathily in your ear.
“You’ve never been a good liar Y/N.” She purrs, watching as your throat bobs, the blonde smirking.
“You seem a little... Distracted lately.” Julie whispers, her lips, purposely, brushing your ear lobe.
“I-I, uhhh...” You swallow hard as the woman buries her face in your neck, the feel of her smiling against your neck making you light headed.
It’s then that you realize she’s indeed, STILL shirtless, her nearly bare, sweat covered body against your back.
Thankfully, she pulls back when someone clears their throat, that someone being Christen Press, the woman’s eyes narrowed as she sends Julie a glare.
Julie sends her a wink, the forward rolling her eyes as she uses her thumb to draw a line across her throat, the blonde’s tongue trapped between her teeth as she turns away.
Tobin joins Christen, patting her on the back, Kelley and Alex joining the duo.
“If she hurts Y/N...” Christen starts, Kelley nodding.
“We’ll kill her?”
Tobin snorts.
“Well not kill her... We need her.”
“Maim her?” Kelley adds, the remaining three pondering on it before nodding.
“Maim her.”
***
It’s during movie night when Julie pulls you into her lap, the woman’s arms wrapping tightly around you.
“Ummm...”
Julie smirks.
“Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t sit on the floor.” She purrs in your ear and you swallow hard, feeling the woman’s ab muscles twitch against your back.
“I ummm...”
Julie giggles.
“It’s true, everyone knows it.” She whispers, nuzzling into your neck. "I’m the only one who gets to tell you that though.”
The two of you go silent after that, though, considering Julie has currently buried her face in your neck.
Words are hard to formulate after that.
Your eyes widen at the feel of her lips on your neck.
Your breath hitches and Julie smirks.
“Sorry about that.” She whispers, the feel of her smirk making your cheeks flush, the woman was in no way apologetic at all.
Julie’s hold is gentle, though her muscles are prominent, your cheeks flushing when you realize the woman is flexing slightly, grinning when your arms erupt with goosebumps.
“Cold?” She asks, leaning back, pulling you with her, the woman’s warmth inviting, relaxing.
Julie’s thumb runs back and forth across your goosebump covered arm.
You feel your eyes begin to flutter, eye lids growing heavier and heavier as you lean back into her embrace, heavier and heavier.
Julie’s chin rests on your shoulder the woman turning her head to whisper in your ear.
“Sleep, I’ve got you, you’re safe with me.” She whispers, kissing your temple.
If you’d been a bit more awake, you would’ve been able to properly freak out over the fact that Julie had just kissed you, but you weren’t, you were exhausted and soon, you were fast asleep in Julie Johnston’s embrace.
The blonde smirks cockily, though she can’t deny the fact that her heart skips a beat as you snuggle closer.
Yes, she’d had a reputation, but you, you were different.
“You know if you hurt her, I’ll literally murder you and make it look like an accident.” Christen whispers in her ear, the blonde’s brows arching before she inevitably nods.
“Didn’t expect anything less.”
Christen huffs loudly.
“I’m serious JJ.”
Julie nods, taking a deep breath as she hides her face in your neck.
“I know.”
Christen’s eyes narrow.
The forward could only hope that Julie had gotten the message.
***
After falling asleep in Julie’s arms weeks ago, you couldn’t get enough, you wanted to be back in her arms, wanted to be held to Julie’s muscular chest, her brawny arms wrapped around you.
“Hey.”
You jump at the sound of Julie’s voice, the woman grinning.
“Sorry love, didn’t mean to scare you...” She giggles, your cheeks flushing at the sound.
Your eyes widen when Julie suddenly slips her sweat covered shirt over her head, using it to wipe her forehead.
Practice had been tough, as per usual, but with the heat, it was even more so.
You’re unable to keep your eyes off of her bare torso, something the woman is quick to notice.
“Appreciating the view?” She asks, purposely flexing and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing from more than the heat.
Julie decides to keep her shirt off when she goes back onto the field, the woman showing off after she slips a goal passed Alyssa Naeher, the blonde flexing, a grin plastered on her face.
She goes the extra mile, doing a number of push ups before she makes her way back towards the sidelines.
“Impressed?” She asks with a cocky smirk and you giggle.
“VERY impressed.”
***
Julie glances at you with an arched brow and a devilish smirk, your cheeks red when you realize who you’d be rooming with at the hotel you’d just arrived at.
“Think you can handle me for the night?” Julie purrs as she makes her way towards you, her fingertips brushing your forearm.
“I-I-I t-think so.” You stutter, the woman’s brows wiggling teasingly.
“You sure?” She husks and you swallow hard, nodding.
“Ye-Yeah, t-totally.”
***
The second Julie Johnston walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of booty shorts and a sports bra, you knew you could in NO WAY handle her.
“What?” Julie asks, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, her hair done up in a towel to dry.
“Oh, n-nothing.”
Julie hums.
“Sureeeee.”
Soon, she’s retreating back into the bathroom, coming back moments later, no longer wearing a towel on her head, damp blonde locks cascading down her chest.
Julie, instead of getting in her bed, flops down into yours, the woman turning to you with a grin.
“You know...” She scoots closer, your eyes widening. “I sleep better when I’m in bed with someone...” She says suggestively and you chuckle nervously.
“Is that okay?” Julie asks, pulling the bed’s covers back, the woman’s blue orbs on you as she awaits an answer, though you simply look on dumbly.
Julie frowns, about to slip out of the bed, but you stop her, grabbing her wrist.
“No, y-y-y-you can stay.”
Julie hums, slipping beneath the covers, though the woman doesn’t cover her upper body, leaving her muscular abdomen on full display.
You know you’re staring, but you can’t help it, eyes wide and focused on her abs, the woman’s chest rising and falling.
“You look a little distracted.” She smirks, your eyes widening as you glance away, cheeks blood red.
“Uh...” You glance away, out of the corner of your eye, catching Julie running her fingers down the line between her abdominal muscles.
“Uhhh, I’m-I...” You point over your shoulder to the bathroom, nodding.
“S-Shower.”
You leap out of bed, Julie’s brows knitted on confusion as she watches you go.
“Didn’t you already take a-
Julie’s cut off by the bathroom door slamming shut, the blonde shaking her head.
“Too cute.”
***
The second Julie Johnston knocks the ball into goal, with a PERFECT header, she bypasses each and every one of her teammates and runs straight for you.
Julie leaps into your arms, the woman’s arms wrapping tightly around your neck as yours wrap around her middle.
Much to your surprise, as she pulls back, she kisses your forehead, throwing her hands in the air as the remainder of the team joins the two of you.
You’re only pulled out of your trance when Kelley pats your back.
“Head out of the clouds, we still need you.” The defender ruffles your hair and you grumble, your bottom lip jutting out.
“My head isn’t in the clouds...” You mumble, catching Julie’s gaze on you, your eyes again glazing over.
Kelley shakes her head.
“Sureeeeeeee it isn’t.”
***
Julie sprints to the sidelines after knocking in yet another header, the woman throwing her arms around you, lifting you in the air with one arm while flexing with the other, the woman kissing your cheek.
Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing bright red as the blonde puts you down, cupping your cheeks and resting her forehead briefly against yours before she takes her place back on field.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines Tobin’s rests her elbow on your shoulder.
“Does she know?” She asks, your brows knitted in confusion as you turn to Tobin.
“That you like her.” She says nonchalantly and you scoff.
“Wh-What? I do not...”
It’s then you realize that every single one of your teammates on the bench are staring at you, eyes narrowed.
“Bullshitttttttttt.” Ashlyn snorts, earning a smack on the arm from Ali, the woman rolling her eyes.
“What Ashlyn MEANS...” Ali sends her wife a glare. “Is that you should talk to her...”
You shake your head rapidly.
“No, she’s so, her and I’m so...” You motion to yourself with a frown. “Me.”
Before you realize what’s happening, a number of hands are swatting you in the back, arms, leg, anywhere their owners can reach.
“Hey!”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that again Y/N, you’re amazing.” Megan ruffles your hair and your cheeks flush.
In that moment, Julie glances at the sidelines, grinning when she sees your eyes on her, the woman sending you a wink.
You throw your head back with a groan.
“I can’t do it.” You frown, Tobin letting out a lengthy sigh as she glance to where Julie is on field, the blonde looking your way worriedly.
Tobin glances at Megan, Ashlyn and Ali, the three women smiling.
Maybe YOU wouldn’t have to be the one to tell her at all.
Maybe Julie would tell you herself how she felt about you.
***
Julie smiled softly from her place at the dinner table, watching as you laughed at something Emily had just said, tears in your eyes as your arms wrapped around your middle.
Tobin and Christen share a glance from their place across the table, the two forwards leaning closer to one another.
“Are those heart eyes?” Tobin whispers, Christen’s eyes narrowing as she glares across the table at Julie.
“Those are definitely heart eyes.” Alex whispers, the woman leaning towards Tobin and Christen.
Kelley, pops up from under the table, nearly scaring the three women to death.
“Those are definitely heart eyes.”
Julie can’t help but giggle when you let out a snort laugh, that giggle immediately drawing your attention, your eyes locking with Julie’s blue orbs.
The blonde grins, a grin that you can’t help but return, the four women across the table from the two of you grinning.
“Yep.” Kelley nods.
“Definitely heart eyes.” Alex nods in agreement.
Christen hums, still wary of Julie’s motive, though when the woman turns to talk to Alyssa, and your eyes remain on her profile, Christen smiles.
Yes, she was protective over you, you were a Utah Royal after all, one she’d taken under her wing when you’d first joined the NWSL.
Now though, now it looked like it was time for her to let you go, and for you to spread your own wings.
“Thinks it’s time for us to let her spread her wings?” Tobin asks, Christen turning to her with wide eyes, wondering how it was that she read her mind.
Kelley’s eyes narrow, she and Christen sharing a quick glance before Christen shakes her head, she and Kelley speaking at roughly the same time.
“Nope.”
***
It’s later that night when you flop face down in your bed, Julie shaking her head as she makes her way into the room.
“Tired?” She asks, and you nod, yawning loudly.
“Very.”
Julie giggles fingertips brushing your back as she moves towards her own bed.
“I mean you played pretty hard today; you were giving the-
Julie stops mid-sentence when she turns around, seeing you’re fast asleep. She shakes her head, tip toing to the bed, the woman giving you a nudge.
“Noooooooo.” You whine, growling when Julie pokes you in the side.
“You need to change, sleeping in jeans is uncomfortable.”
You growl grumpily, ruffling through your suitcase and, without any modesty, shed your clothes in front of Julie.
The usually cocky blonde’s cheeks flush blood red as she turns away, giving you some privacy.
She only turns around when she hears you flop back onto the bed, the woman giggling when she sees you’re, yet again, fast asleep.
Julie shakes her head, making her way towards the bed, pulling the covers over you with a smile. She ducks down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers, smiling when you smile in your sleep.
“Night JJ.”
It’s not long after that, that Julie is slipping in the bed beside you, the woman unable to stay away from you, shuffling closer and closer until her chest rests against your back.
You hum in your sleep shuffling impossibly closer as Julie’s arms slip around you, the woman holding you close.
You hum in your sleep, the blonde nuzzling into the nape of your neck, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Love you J.” You mumble in your sleep, Julie’s blue orbs flashing open, the woman blinking rapidly as she stares at the back of your head.
Again, her eyes flutter shut, the woman burying her face in your hair.
“Love you too Y/N.”
***
The game had been absolutely brutal, so much so that the USWNT was currently down by 3 at the end of the first half.
You were covered in sweat, your legs were aching, as well as your stomach.
You were nauseous beyond belief, and if you felt this way, you had to think Alyssa Naeher felt even worse.
The team is somber as they make their way into the locker room, Alyssa’s head down as she mumbles to herself under her breath.
Julie places a hand on your and Alyssa’s back, the woman attempting to calm the two of you down, though you know Alyssa needs it now more than you do.
The locker room is rather strained than usual, everyone incredibly silent, or whispering amongst themselves, Netherlands had been particularly harder than usual, most likely due to the fact that the USWNT had beaten them last time they’d met up, and THAT was at the 2019 World Cup.
Julie sits beside you and Alyssa, the two of you unable to pick your heads up.
Alyssa had been unable to stop a number of shots on goal, whereas you weren’t doing particularly well in your role as a defender.
“Hey.” Julie whispers, leaning towards you, her chin resting on your shoulder as she stares at your profile. “It’s alright.”
You shake your head.
“If I were doing better, they wouldn’t get any shots on goal.” You frown as you fidget.
Julie sighs, leaning towards you, her forehead resting against the side of your head.
“You’re doing the best you can, Netherlands is on their a-game, you just need to find your groove.” She whispers, surprising you when she presses a kiss to your cheek, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing.
“What if I can’t find it?” You ask, turning to Julie, your eyes widening when you realize there’s only an inch or two separating your lips.
“You can, I believe in you Y/N.” She grins, winking before she turns to Alyssa.
You watch her with a growing smile, your heart skipping a beat as you cover the spot she’d just kissed with your hand.
You nod.
“She believes in me.”
Julie glances at you, slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle at the look on your face.
Hopefully her little pep talk had given you what you needed to find your groove in the second half.
Vlatko makes his way into the locker room, and starts talking strategy, but in all reality, all you can see in this moment is Julie Johnston.
***
The second half was just as tough as the first, but the USWNT had come back with renewed vigor, taking it to the Netherlands.
By the 80th minute, the score was tied, 3-3, 2 of the three goals courtesy of Christen Press, with one being from Carli Lloyd.
Right now though, right now you were closing in on goal, sprinting downfield, a familiar pair of blue orbs on you, blue orbs belonging to Julie Johnston, Julie Johnston who had a black and white ball at her feet.
The second she’s able, she fires the ball downfield, the ball ending up on the ground, RIGHT at your feet.
The crowd cheers as you run in on goal, waiting for the right moment to fire your shot.
Unfortunately, you are unable to fire your shot, unable because just as you enter the box, you’re taken down, and taken down HARD.
You hit the ground with a cry, grasping at your ankle as you curl up on the field.
You’re joined by your teammate's moments later, the first teammate to get to you being, of course, Julie Johnston.
She pulls your head into her lap, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as the medical team rushes your way.
Not one of them asks Julie to move, considering the woman is currently glaring in their direction in a way that says, if they ask her to move, she’ll literally kill them.
“Is it your ankle?” One of the members of the medical team asks and you nod.
“I’m fine.” You clear your throat, sitting up with a grimace.
“Y/N...” Julie starts, but one look in your eyes and she knows, there’s no way you’re going off that field.
“I want it.” You grimace as Julie helps you to your feet, the rest of your teammates jogging over.
“Want what?” Kelley asks with a furrowed brow and you growl.
“The PK.”
***
No one argues the fact that you want the PK, in fact, you’re given everyone’s blessing.
Yes, the game was on the line, but you knew, as did everyone else, that no one other than you was taking the PK.
Julie jogs up to you moments before you take the PK, the blonde whispering in your ear.
“Remember, I believe in you.” She whispers, her hot breath on your ear making you shiver slightly.
You turn to her with a smile, eyes darting from her lips, to her blue orbs and back.
The woman winks, the ref’s whistle blowing making her roll her eyes.
“You’ve got this.” She says before jogging back to her place in line.
It’s then your situation comes into stark relief, your eyes focusing on Netherland’s goalie, the woman jumping up and down in goal.
You swallow hard, your eyes dropping to the ball at your feet.
You HAD to score, you had to sink this goal into the back of the net, you absolutely HAD to.
Just as the thought leaves your mind the whistle blows.
You stand stock still, eyeing the goalie’s stance, remembering how she’d blocked each shot on goal before this moment.
You know you’re nearly out of time, but just as you’re reaching the final seconds, you move.
Everyone watches with batted breath, the women behind you racing towards you just as the ball leaves your foot.
You watch, wide eyed as the ball you’d fired zooms in the opposite direction that Veenendaal had jumped, a smirk stretching across your face as the ball hits the back of the net.
You throw your hands in the air, the crowd cheering as you’re swarmed by your teammates, pulled into a group hug, a number of them ruffling your hair, your hair a complete and utter mess after they’re done.
The last person to make it to you is the one and only Julie Johnston, the blonde beaming as she throws her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“You did it.” She whispers in your ear, the woman kissing your cheek. “I knew you could do it.”
It’s in this moment that you do something you’d been wanting to do for a while, albeit in a completely inappropriate setting, but seeing as the whistle had blown signaling the end of the game, it wasn’t during play.
In the heat of the moment you lose all control, cupping the blonde’s cheeks and pulling her into a surprise kiss.
The world around you goes still as she kisses back, the woman’s hands on your waist as she pulls you close, neither of you caring that you’re under the crowd, the team, and the world’s watchful eyes.
You abruptly part, your eyes as wide as saucers and cheeks flushed.
“J-Julie I’m-
You’re cut off by the woman’s lips, the blonde’s lips tender against yours, a complete contrast to her cocky behavior.
The two of you again part, though remain close as you rest your foreheads together.
“That wasn’t how I expected that to happen...” You confess, the blonde giggling.
“So, you thought about what it would be like when we kissed?” She teases, grinning when your cheeks flush red.
“I-I mean...” You stammer, Julie giggling as she leans back in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“Don’t worry, I’ve thought of it too.”
“Well?” You whisper, the blonde brows knitted in confusion.
“Was it what you expected?” You ask, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.
Julie grins, her tongue trapped between her teeth.
“Better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.”
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I would love something a little angsty with Alex getting annoyed because the reader won't open up to him fully and let him take care of her but he doesn't realise it's because she's independent (yay girl power) and is kind of scared of depending on him incase she loses him and ends up being alone again but it ends all fluffy and cute! 🥺
btw I really love your writing , it always makes me so happy!! 🥰
Thank you for the support my friend! Here ya go, hope you like it 💜
“Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.”
As the March sun filtered in through the parted drapes of the penthouse window, you marvelled at the miniscule dust particles dancing in the bright strip of light, how they churned and drifted on in no particular direction. Your lover had yet to wake up and save for the cacophony of the unfamiliar city waking up around you, the only other noise in your room was of his soft snores. You couldn't be sure what time it was; the sunlight pouring in offered little indication. A lingering headache from the night before- a by-product of the alcohol consumed, throbbed incessantly at your temples and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to centre yourself. When it was quiet like this- when you couldn't spot his impossibly weather-worn suitcase, or the tattered burgundy passport -tangible evidence of the life of a man who greeted aloneness like an old friend- you could almost picture the future you both fantasized so often about. Alexander shifted next to you then, the white cotton sheet falling to rest below his toned abdomen. Turning onto your side, you traced the smattering of freckles adorning the edge of his collarbone like constellations in the sky. Though he was off on a four-month long shoot the next morning, it was not lost on you how wonderful it was to know somebody so intimately, and how extraordinary that of all the people in the world, you got to dream next to him most evenings.
“You’re a million miles away,”
His voice bore the brunt of recent sleep and made you homesick for something you couldn’t put a finger on. “I’m right here sunshine,” You raised the palm of your hand to his cheek, caressed the warm, stubbled skin there, and watched a sleepy grin bloom on his face. “See?” You smiled at him.
“I see you,” He whispered. You regarded each other for a while, neither of you rushing to fill the silence until he traced a fingertip along the line of your jaw. “What were you thinking of just then?”
“I was thinking of how I'll never willingly drink vodka again, as long as I live.”
Nuzzling in to the warm hollow of your neck, his muffled chuckle sent a pleasant shiver through your body. He pressed a kiss to you and asked, “What were you really thinking of, though?”
You sighed softly. “I was thinking of how nice it would be to live in this moment for the rest of my days,” swallowing hard, you continued. “But that's woefully unrealistic so I will be content with however long this lasts.”
Alexander pulled away to gaze at you, his expression dubious. “Why is it unrealistic to think we could have many moments like this one?”
An almost imperceptible shift had occurred in your relationship recently that had become increasingly difficult to ignore. Where he had always been content to let everything in his life take a backseat to his career, he had started actively talking about a life in Sweden that didn't necessarily involve film. You indulged him every single time, of course. Usually, these conversations took place late into the evening, with you both nose-to-nose between the sheets. “Let’s go to Sweden,” He’d whisper. And you’d nod your head and say, “Okay Alex. Take me there…” And you would fall asleep to his voice; to the dreamy lull of his accent as he spoke of the life he knew as a boy, and of the life he wanted with you one day.
“We just live different lives right now, Alex.”
He blanched. “What on earth does that mean?”
You swallowed hard. “It means that when I can swing it with my job- I take two weeks off to visit you in a random city. I pay the plane fare-
“Don’t do that.” He murmured, lowly. “I offered to pay for your trip here, kid. Multiple times. You refused me every single time, so please don’t sit there and tell me that I don’t at least try.”
“How do you think that makes me feel, though? That what- the man that I’m currently seeing makes exponentially more money than I do, and so he should then feel obligated to pay for my every want and need? I’ve done alright for myself my entire life, Alex.”
I’ve done alright without anyone.
“I know you have.”
“I think,” You sighed softly. “That what we have going for us right now works well.”
A humorless laugh exited his mouth in the form of a puff of air and he uttered something under his breath in Swedish. “Of course, it works. It’s no strings attached in the most basic way. We get what we want from one another, and then we head off in different directions until we feel the itch again. It works, but it’s not enough.”
It’s not enough.
Those words rattled around in your brain, and when you repeated them, they tasted bitter on your tongue. “It was enough when we met. It was enough when birthdays and family gatherings were missed. It was enough until three or four months ago, when you suddenly decided that you wanted more. How did that come about, Alex?”
He shifted onto his back; his blue gaze trained on the ceiling above him. “I am so fucking sick of missing out on those things though,” Tossing his hands into the air in frustration, he took a deep breath. “It’s just time, kid. I can feel it in my bones. I want things with you that I’ve never wanted with anyone else before. I want a life with you- more than two or three weeks at a stretch. I want months and years and possibly even decades with you,” He cleared his throat and continued. “But- and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed it before, that I know that something about it scares you. I can feel how tense you become at the slightest mention of a life together and you don’t have to tell me why, I don’t know that I’m owed that, but I certainly do wonder.”
You turned onto your back and clasped your hands over your stomach, the prickle of looming tears behind your eyes suddenly made you angry. “Like a moth to a flame, I am intrinsically drawn to people who make habits out of leaving when they’ve gotten what they wanted and I’ve made the mistake of making homes out of people before, Alex.” You shook your head, could feel the lump rising steadily in the hollow of your throat. “And every single time it happens, I’m left homesick and alone in the end. And I’ve got no one to blame for it but myself. So please forgive me if I’m just not there yet.”
His expression was unreadable as he turned back onto his side to view you fully. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” He murmured. “I know how much it hurts to have your heart broken; I’ve been down that road more times than I’d like to admit, and I know how difficult it is to pick yourself back up from it. So, I can appreciate how well you guard yourself. But I’m laying it all out on the line for you, kid.” He reached for your hand and brought the back of it to his lips. “And if this is something you think that you might genuinely want- take your time. However much of it you may need. I know the days ahead may not be easy, but please know that you aren’t alone. I’m not going anywhere.”
And a weight that you had forgotten was even there dissipated from your chest in that moment. Though trepidation lingered, it was met with a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Alexander- your sunshine boy. You shifted back onto your side so that you were facing him, your foreheads nearly touching. You inhaled deeply and offered him a small, knowing smile. “Alex?”
“Mhm?”
“Take me to Sweden.”
His azure eyes lit up at the mere mention of home. “Right now?”
You nodded, contentedly. “Right this very second.”
He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead and began.
“There’s something wonderful about the idea of a home on the water…”
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The One With The Merry Little Christmas
Summary: The chill at this year’s Lawrence City Fire Department’s Christmas party has nothing to do with the snow falling outside and everything to do with the Dean and Y/n.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3.5K+
Warnings: Language, implied smut, angst (with a happy ending, no pun intended)
Author’s Note: Ah, can you smell Christmas in the air already? Cause I can! Anyway, this fic was written for @smol-and-grumpy ‘s SuperFriends Title Challenge, The One With The Friends With Benefits, and @janicho88 100 Followers Supernatural Christmas Celebration with, of course, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. These both kind of morphed into the same idea so I decided to combine them. I hope you guys enjoy xoxo and a very Merry Christmas -Alex
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
Our troubles will be out of sight
Across the small town, snow covered the streets of Lawrence, Kansas, the massive, fluffy flakes continuing to fall as the street lights came on that evening. The town was quiet, the blanket of snow muffling the ambient sound in the winter evening. Just south of downtown sat the city’s one modest fire station. The golden brick building was glittering with red and white twinkle lights, the glow lighting up the street for a few feet in either direction. Music could be heard bumping on the sidewalk from inside the building, its inhabitants sure to be enjoying their company Christmas party.
Inside, the common room was filled to the brim with the entirety of the company and their loved ones. The kids were chasing each other around the bases of the fire poles. A few of the older ones knew enough to jump full force on the metal to pull open the chute at the top, entertaining the younger ones each time the plastic split open, their giggles chiming in with the festive holiday music the Captain had found in his playlists earlier that day.
Food and drink littered the expanse of the countertops. Anything one could have been craving was set out for the group to enjoy. Dean was pouring himself a soda since this was his year to be on shift during the party and he had to behave. The fireman had grumbled about it when he stopped by his best friend’s apartment to drop off the ingredients for her taco dip. The taco dip she had only agreed to make for him if he purchased the product. After all, the woman had already made a few dozen sugar cookies for the festivities as her own contribution this year. She politely reminded him then that he could get as pissed as he wanted next year. Not that her words much appeased the Winchester.
The first responder turned to his buddy and coworker, who was filling another bowl with his famous chili, and held up the red plastic cup with a mock look of disgust, “What is the point of Coke if it doesn’t come with any Jack?”
“A suga’ rush?” The Cajun drawled in his signature accent. Dean snorted, bringing the cup to his lips when the object was snatched from his hand before the two could meet.
“Hey--” he spun on his heel, coming to face to face with his best friend. Her eyes were narrowed as she looked over the rim of the cup at him. “Come on, you don’t want that, there’s no rum.”
“Sure,” the woman wet her lower lip before taking a sip of the soda that Dean had poured for himself.
“Satisfied?” He quirked an eyebrow at her, holding out his hand for his drink back.
“For now,” she admonished. “But I’m watching you, Winchester.”
“That’s hurtful, Y/n/n.” Dean placed his hand over his heart, giving his friend the puppy dog look that he had learned from his little brother. A peak of a smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she looked at him before it faltered once again. Finally, she relented and gave the drink back to its rightful owner.
“I’d say more like rightfully cautious,” the other firefighter chimed in on their conversation, earning an elated grin from the woman standing across from him. Y/n clapped her hands together like a child, her tongue peeking between her teeth as she bounced on her toes. Placing his arm over Dean’s shoulder, Benny added, “Right, Dean-o?”
“You two are incorrigible,” Dean lamented, shrugging his friend’s arm away from him. The pair laughed at Dean’s irritation as Y/n scooted her way in between Dean and the drink table.
Dean internally cringed as Benny chose then to walk away, leaving the two friends alone for the first time that evening. The thing was, the air between the two friends was actually colder than the snow that blanketed the town outside the fire station. He knew that Y/n was putting on a show for everyone in the station since she couldn’t get out of going to the party last minute, which he also knows she would have preferred. The woman was as much a part of their work-family as she was her own family. That was what happened when best friends were joined at the hip for over fifteen years. There was no way she was getting out of going without raising suspicion, and Y/n was too private of a person to deal with answering questions that her absence would have surely raised.
As much as people like to think they know the real woman, she only has ever fully opened up to two people in her life, her mother and Dean. No one else has ever stuck around long enough to try and break down that wall that she had put up around herself. If Dean wasn’t just as stubborn as her he might have stopped trying a long time ago, but he was determined to get to know the real woman no matter how hard she seemed to try to stop him.
In the grand scheme of things, he supposes that’s is why it was so easy for them to fall into their friends with benefits relationship. One post-breakup, alcohol-fueled night in bed together two years ago had begun the whole thing. It didn’t take them long after they woke the next morning to realize the cliche arrangement could be just what both of them needed. Even still, Dean could count on his hands how many times in total they had spent in the other’s bed.
The most recent of which just happened to be last night. Dean had stopped by with dinner for his friend and the ingredients for the dip he had conned her into making. A few glasses of wine later, as it usually did go, and the two of them enjoyed their time together. But it wasn’t the sex that was the problem, it was the conversation after.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
From now on
Our troubles will be miles away
Dean ran a hand through his sweaty hair as Y/n climbed from the bed in search of her strewn articles of clothing. She picked up the various garments, throwing them in her hamper as she passed by it and into her ensuite bathroom.
“Why are you so quiet?” Dean’s voice carried across the room and over the sound of the shower starting. He pulled himself out of the bed and slipped on his boxer briefs as he followed after her.
The woman bit her tongue as she tested the temperature of the water. It was only a matter of time before Dean caught on to her charade. Some days she hates how well he knows her. It’s not that she wants to keep secrets from her best friend but it can be downright creepy when he basically reads her mind. “I’ve been thinking.”
“About?” he questioned, stepping into the bathroom as she climbed into the shower.
“How to tell you something,”
“Alright, you’re kind of scaring me, Y/n/n,”
Allowing the hot water to cascade down her face and body, Y/n took a deep breath before choosing to answer him, “It’s Sean.”
“As in douchebag Sean?”
“Dean, do you have to call him that?” she sighed, having already expected this reaction from him.
“Yes, because he is one. You know what, douchebag is the nicest thing I could be calling him right now,” Dean countered, leaning against the bathroom vanity, his arms crossing over his freckled chest at the mention of that prick’s name.
“He wants to get coffee,” her voice was low, knowing her admission was about to rile up the man on the other side of the curtain. She wasn’t even sure he had heard at first, that was until he whipped the curtain open.
“What?!”
“Jesus!” Instinctively, her hands flew to protect her modesty as her heart tried to escape from her chest. “Dean, what the hell?”
“I could say the same thing to you! Do you not remember what that jackhole put you through over the last year, because I do. He doesn’t deserve a second of your time.”
“You think I don’t know that? It’s just coffee, he didn’t ask me to move in with him?” Y/n spit back, her stance relaxing along with her heart.
“But you and I both know that all it takes is one look at those blue eyes and you’ll be putty in his hands. You can’t go.” The way the last three words came out of his mouth, the definitive tone behind, it them was enough to get her blood boiling underneath her skin.
“Oh, I can’t? Is that an order, Lieutenant?” The title rolled off her tongue, her eyes hardening as she stared at Dean. “Last time I checked you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“You know that’s not what this is. Y/n/n, I only want what’s best for you. I don’t want to see him screw up your life again. I was there to pick up the pieces last time and I don’t want to do it again.”
“Well I can guarantee you won’t ever have to do it again,” her voice was low, her words steady even though her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“You know that’s --”
“Get out!” she commanded suddenly, stopping him before he could say anything else. Her eyes scrunched closed, willing herself to not look at her closest friend, the one person she was supposed to be able to count on as he let her down.
“Y/n,”
“I said get out!”
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us, once more
That was the last time the two of them said anything to each other until she walked into the fire station a little over two hours ago. He had to give it to her, she was putting on a good show, even messing around with him like usual. But he could see the truth in her eyes when she looked at him. Y/n was pissed, but most of all, she was hurt.
Dean turned around, leaning against the counter to face her. The woman didn’t acknowledge his presence, instead choose to continue with preparing herself a drink, one with a bit more whiskey than needed, but he wasn’t going to comment on that. “I’m glad you are here,” he tried instead.
“Well, I haven’t seen Sam and Jessica and the kids in a while, I wasn’t going to miss out on that because you are an ass,” she noted, still choosing to not look at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, you never do, do you?” She swallowed thickly, turning on Dean, the flicker of a flame telling the experienced first responder it was best not to stoke the fire. The two of them stared at each other for what felt like minutes to them, when in reality, it was merely a few seconds, the bubble they were in being popped by Dean’s niece running and crashing herself into his legs.
“Uncle Dean!” She cheered, reaching up with her short arms as he bent down to pick her up. He situated the little girl on his hip as she squealed in delight. “Can I have another cookie?” Her tone dropped, the small child looking up at her only uncle from underneath her insanely long lashes.
“How many is that now?” He asked her, the glint of a smirk on his face.
“Uh… two,” she held up two fingers, her argument completely unconvincing.
“Uhhuh, I bet,” Dean grumbled, but he knew in his heart he couldn’t say no to that face. “Okay, one more cookie, but you can’t tell on me to you Daddy. He thinks sugar is for suckers.”
“Promise.” The little girl held up her pinky to her uncle, one of the first things he ever taught the kid because he knew he was a sucker from day one and he was not trying to get into trouble with his little brother over it. Even if it never worked to his advantage.
Dean held up his pinky and wrapped it around hers. He shrugged to Y/n before taking his niece over to the sweets table. In reality, Dean knew the conversation needed to be over, it wasn’t the time or place, but if there was one thing he hated more than anything it was fighting with Y/n. It felt like a piece of him was missing when he couldn’t talk to her or see her, and if he was being honest with himself that kind of scared him. When he became so codependent on her he couldn’t be sure. It just felt like she had always been there, and always should be, right by his side.
Clara tried to steal a second cookie as Dean helped her pick out the first, but he knew he would be in it if he let her get away with that one, so he made sure it got put back. When he turned around to set the five-year-old down, he noticed Y/n was gone. He scanned the whole room and couldn’t find her anywhere in the mix of people.
As suspected, the little girl rushed right to her Daddy, who scowled at his brother. Dean offered a shrug and a smirk as he made his way over to Sam. “Don’t you start with me too.”
“Oh, it’s not me you have to answer to, it’s Jess because she’s the one that has to put her down tonight.”
“Eh, she’ll forgive me, I’m her favorite brother-in-law,” Dean waved off his brother.
“You’re her only brother-in-law.”
“Whatever. Did you see where Y/n went?”
Sam crossed his arms, his brows rising on his forehead, “Looked like she was headed outside.” Dean pursed his lips, two small dimples forming at the corners. “Did you two fight?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“No, but you are all brooding and pensive right now,” Sam moved his hand in a flourish in front of Dean as he spoke.
“Really?”
“Yeah, what’s going on with you two?” The taller brother pushed for Dean to talk, and he pondered his pros and cons of answering.
“Sean wants to have coffee with her?” Dean said, nonchalant.
“And?”
“And the guy is a dick, she deserves better.”
“Better? Like you?” Sam tried to hide the amusement from his features as Dean whipped his head from where he was staring at the door to his little brother.
“What?” Dean’s voice rose an octave at his brother’s question.
“Oh come on, I know you guys have been sleeping together for a while now.”
“Sam, it’s not what you think,” Dean sighed before running his tongue over his bottom lip. “It’s only happened a handful of times.”
“And?” Sam shook his head, trying to convey his meaning to his brother. “Listen, you guys have known each other for longer than I’ve known Jessica. You spend all your free time together. You are basically a couple which I would say without the sex but we all know you are doing that too, so basically a couple. Why can’t you just man up and tell her how you feel?”
“Cause I don’t know how I feel? It’s never felt like a relationship with her. It’s just always been easy.”
“That’s how it should be, Dean. The two of you are perfect for each other. I think you owe it yourselves to at least try.” Sam urged.
“And what if it all blows up?”
“What if it all works out?” Sam countered. “Every relationship is either going to end in forever or end in a breakup, but that doesn’t mean that you just don’t try. Take the leap, Dean.”
“I hate you, you know that,” Dean grimaced, knowing that his brother was right. While he had never thought of Y/n like that before they slept together the first time, he couldn’t ignore the chemistry they had together. She was his other half, he already admits to that, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t amazing sex. Sam was right, how would admitting anything be different than how they already lived their lives together?
“Yeah, well, I’ll say I told you so at your wedding,” Sam clapped his older brother’s shoulder before running off after his toddler. Dean glared after his brother, he hated when he was right, mostly because Sam loved to say ‘I told you so’.
Through the years
We all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star
Upon the highest bough
The firefighter stalked off towards his locker to grab his jacket before following out the doors that lead to the side of the firehouse. If Y/n went out, that’s where she would be, sulking in the shadows. Cold air swirled in to replace the heat from inside as he opened the door, the rush of it sending a chill through his body. He zipped up the coat as he went down the few stairs, finding her sitting there on the stoop.
“Dean, I don’t want to talk about it,” She sighed when she looked up to see it was him that had followed her.
“Then just listen?” He quirked one brow at her, waiting for her invitation before taking a seat next to her. “I know that you are hurting and I wanted to start by saying I’m sorry. It was never my intent to hurt you.”
“I know that.”
“I just… I can’t stand seeing you so down. Sean hurt you badly and I didn’t want you to allow him to do it again. You deserve so much more than that.” Dean pulled his arms in closer to his body as the chill of the night set into his bones and the snow continued to fall around them.
“It was just coffee Dean, not a marriage proposal.”
“Yeah, and I hate that even more,” Y/n looked up then, confusion written all over her features. “Y/n you know that you are the most important thing in my life, next to my brother. Hell, most times you outrank him. When we fight, or you go out of town, it’s like there is a piece of myself missing, I have this hole in my chest that only you can fill. I guess I never really understood what that meant in the grand scheme of things.”
“Dean,”
“You know I love you right?” He cut her off.
“Of course I do. I love you too,” The word rolled off the tip of her tongue like honey. Like it was the most simple thing in the world. Because she did love him, and she had for as long as she’d known the eldest Winchester.
“But Y/n/n, I think I’m in love with you,” Dean held her gaze, his amber green eyes searching hers for the words she had yet to utter. The girl across from him could feel her chest filling with emotion, the confession by her favorite firefighter igniting something long dormant inside her.
“You do?” Tears were threatening to overflow her eyelids, the feeling inside her needing to escape somewhere. She wasn’t in control anymore, her voice cracking with her words.
“I do,” he nodded, affirming his words to himself as well as her. “And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just thought that maybe we could give us a chance.”
“Us?” Dean nodded, at a loss for what she was thinking for the first time in a long time. “I like the sound of that, us.” Y/n repeated the words with a snort, a coy smile upturning one side of her mouth. Dean’s breath hung in the air as he waited for her to continue.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, Winchester.” The woman shook her head as he sighed, his body visibly relaxing next to her. Dean took his hand out of his jacket pocket, cupping her cold cheek in its warmth. A bright smile lit up her face as he ran his thumb over her reddened nose and down over her bottom lip. “Just kiss me already.”
“Is that an order?” He threw her words back at her, earning a fist to the chest. Her nose scrunched up as she playfully scowled at him. Dean felt her fingers wrap around the lapels of his jacket before she was pulling him to her, their lips meeting in the middle. Both of them were hesitant, this being their first kiss that wasn’t alcohol-fueled or rushed. Dean opened his mouth to her just as the alarm inside the firehouse sounded sending the two of them apart as if they had been electrocuted.
“I’ve gotta go,” Dean silently cursed the universe’s timing.
“Go save lives,” she patted down his jacket against his chest as her fingers unraveled themselves from the material. Dean pecked her chilled nose before getting up and running to the door, pausing as he pulled it open to turn back to her.
“Wait for me?”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
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Never Have I Ever (5/?)
Read the Board Game Verse on AO3.
The next Friday night Michael shows up early and with a list of demands. ‘Put on some warm clothes and grab a couple of blankets you don’t mind getting dirty. We’re taking this show on the road.’ He heads into Alex’s kitchen to pilfer the fridge, and Alex doesn’t bother asking questions, he just does as told.
Outside at Michael’s truck, they toss the blankets and whatever Michael took from his kitchen into the bed. ‘Your firepit? Where are we going?’
‘The desert. Our old spot. Hop in.’ A little thrill shivers down Alex’s spine as he climbs into the Chevy. In all their years of each other, spending the night in the desert has only ever ended one way.
Their drive out is twenty minutes of quiet, radio softly playing between them. Michael’s window is down despite the chill, and Alex enjoys the way the wind dances through his hair, making a mess of his curls. Every couple of miles, Michael glances over at him with a promise-painted smile, the same way he used to when they were seventeen.
They turn off the highway, tires kicking up dust clouds behind them. Beyond the mountains the sun is setting, pink and purple and orange flames licking at the first stars daring to blink down at them. The desert around them looks the same as it ever does with pockets of snow still unmelted from the season’s first snowfall. Eventually, two familiar mesquite trees appear and it’s like coming home, both of them breathing a little easier.
Michael puts the truck in park. ‘This place never changes.’ He slides out of the Chevy and before Alex has even set foot on solid ground, he’s managed to float everything out of the bed and onto the desert floor. ‘You want to sit on the ground or would the tailgate be easier?’
He looks nervous and that makes Alex nervous. ‘On the ground, near the fire. Just need a hand getting down there.’ He reaches out to Michael, asking for help but also offering comfort for whatever anxiety is biting at both their heels. Michael helps him onto the blanket and plops down beside him, the fire close enough to keep the encroaching sting of autumn winds at bay.
Scattered around them is an array of food. Everything from paninis oozing melted cheese to a handmade Greek salad from a recipe Michael had found at Isobel’s house while rummaging through her cookbooks. ‘I might have gone a bit overboard, but in my defense, I skipped lunch and was starving.’
Alex is already halfway through one of the paninis, eyes closed in satisfaction. ‘This is delicious.’ Michael makes a mental note to keep the panini maker he’d borrowed from Max. It’s not like Max ever uses it anyway.
Once they’ve eaten their way around the blanket, Michael gets back up and removes a large black case from his truck. ‘There���s a reason I wanted to come out here tonight.’ He winks down at Alex. ‘And no, it’s not the reason you’ve been thinking since I first mentioned the desert.’ Alex looks away quickly, hiding the disappointment that suddenly floods his face.
Michael doesn’t notice, too busy pulling a large telescope from the velvet lining inside the opened case. ‘Mars is brighter than it’s been in years this month. I’ve been itching to get out here and have a look. Isobel gifted me the telescope on our shared birthday in June. I was going to pawn it.’ He shrugs and peeks his eye through the eyepiece, adjusting the fingerscope per the instructions he’s found on his phone.
Alex looks up at the night sky and finds Mars with his naked eye. It is extraordinarily bright, a glowing pink orb rising through the inky black expanse of space. And when Michael finally captures it in the lens of the telescope, he gasps and grabs at Alex’s arm. ‘You can see so much detail. All the pockmarks and craters. And the dust looks almost orange. It’s amazing. Look.’
He drags the telescope closer to Alex so he doesn’t have to move much, checking through the eyepiece one last time to focus directly on the red star. Leaning back on his heels, Michael motions at Alex to take his place and turns his own eyes upward. They are both looking at the same star but he also knows they are seeing something entirely different. He huffs out a sharp laugh which draws Alex’s eye away from the telescope. ‘What’s so funny?’
‘Nothing. Just metaphors and nonsense. The ways that perspectives get so warped and are so hard to understand when everyone doesn’t have the same telescope.’ Alex gives him a funny look and Michael laughs outright. ‘I’ve been hanging around Max too much.’
Alex shakes his head gently. ‘No. I think I get what you’re saying. For a long time, we’ve wanted the same thing, but we’ve been coming at it from our own messy angles. I’ve often thought we were similar to the codes I break. We’re on the same page, but written in a language the other needs help translating.’ Michael nods at him, smiling sweet.
They spend an hour searching through the various stars and distant galaxies before a growing ache in Alex’s chest pushes him to ask a question he’s been holding inside since they decided to work on their friendship weeks ago. ‘One day you’ll be able to find your star. The one you’ve been searching for since you crawled from that pod. And you’ll figure out how to finish building your ship.’ He pauses to collect himself, already feeling the emotion in his chest threatening to overwhelm him. ‘One day, you’ll be able to go home.’ His eyes start to burn with unshed tears, but he keeps going, meeting Michael’s gaze with determination and readying the fortress around his heart he was so sure he wouldn’t need anymore. ‘Is that still what you want?’
Michael reaches up and swipes at the first tear that falls from the corner of Alex’s eye. ‘I found my star a long time ago. And I’m not going anywhere without you.’
Alex drops his eyes to his hands. ‘I have no right to ask that of you. I know that. Not after all the leaving I did.’ He tugs nervously at the hem of his shirt, hands starting to shake with the cold. ‘But I’m never going anywhere without you ever again. I promise.’
‘I know.’ Michael grabs an extra blanket and wraps it tight around Alex. ‘So what’s tonight’s game? Didn’t see you toss anything into the bed when we were leaving.’
They both lean back against the Chevy’s tire. Alex stretches the blanket around Michael’s shoulders so that they are sharing more than just the woven wool’s warmth. ‘How about the classic drinking game, Never Have I Ever? Sans alcohol but with a new twist.’ He grins, lips sharpening at the edges and eyes darkening with dare. ‘Instead of taking a drink, you have to kiss the other person.’
Michael snorts. ‘So we’re just soundly saying goodbye to the friends experiment then?’
‘No. Platonic kisses only. No kissing on the mouth and no use of tongue.’ Alex hears the bullshit in his words and knows Michael does too. His nerves return and he begins to second guess himself. ‘Or we can play like normal. There’s still plenty of wine left. Or not at all. I’m happy to just sit here with you too.’
‘That’s okay. I like the new rules. Not much of a wine guy anyway. Who goes first?’
‘Me.’ Alex sits up a little straighter and spends a fair amount of time considering his first move. ‘Never have I ever used my telekinesis to do literally anything.’ He follows the statement with a cheeky grin, clearly quite proud of himself.
‘Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be? That’s how we’re going to play?’ Alex tries to suppress the manic giggle that bubbles up in his throat but loses the fight pretty quickly. Michael shakes his head. ‘Have a placement preference?’
‘Nope. I’m looking forward to wherever you choose.’ He blushes and struggles to meet Michael’s eye, muscles tensing in anticipation once he feels Michael shift against him.
A breeze nestles between them, but neither of them notices. The cool air doing absolutely nothing to assuage the heat pulsing between them. Michael presses his lips to Alex’s temple, less a kiss than a remembrance of every kiss that has come before. Alex closes his eyes and lets this new memory burn a spot next to all the others.
It’s strange. Michael has kissed him goodbye dozens of times over the past few weeks. None of them half as affecting as this barely glancing touch.
Abruptly, Michael pulls away. ‘Never have I ever gone to war.’
Alex reopens his eyes at the sound of Michael’s voice. ‘If we keep this up, we’re going to dig ourselves into a hole, Guerin. One we can’t get out of.’ He brings his fingers up to the sleeve of Michael’s shirt. ‘You told me to dress warm when all you’re wearing is this thin t-shirt.’ Michael watches as Alex slowly guides the sleeve up over the top of his arm. Alex bows his head far enough to leave a trail of rough, chapped kisses where the bony end of his collarbone meets his shoulder.
Michael’s breath hitches the instant Alex doesn’t stop with one single kiss. The dry scrape of his lips sending goosebumps down to his toes, his heartbeat a staccato rhythm echoing throughout his entire body. ‘That doesn’t feel at all platonic.’ His voice is low and strained, edged with the desire to flatten Alex hard against the wool blanket beneath them.
Alex smiles and smacks his shoulder with one last loud kiss. ‘I guess that depends on your perspective. Never have I ever stepped foot on another planet.’
‘How about I share a little bit of my perspective with you?’ He scoots impossibly nearer to Alex, hand cupping his cheek and tilting their mouths dangerously closer. Their breaths mingle together although Alex is almost certain he’s not breathing at all anymore. Michael’s lips hover over Alex’s, the anticipation building to a crescendo they’ve both been waiting for since five Friday nights ago at the Wild Pony. And it doesn’t matter how many times they’ve kissed before. Because there’s never, not once been this much hope waiting for them on the other side.
When Michael’s lips finally land on Alex’s skin, they narrowly miss his mouth. Instead they fall at the corner of his lips, a sliver away from touching home. Alex exhales, half-groaning with the comedown. He’d been sure, so sure this was their moment. Swallowing down what he really wants to say, Alex turns to Michael just as he pulls away. ‘Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.’
‘I think this was the best idea.’ He tilts his head and smiles at Alex so beyond innocent that Alex yelps when Michael pushes his shoulders roughly onto the blanket and slides effortlessly between Alex’s welcoming thighs. Alex barely has time to take another breath before Michael’s mouth steals it away, sucking at his bottom lip so desperately Alex has to lift his head to chase after Michael’s urgency.
The kiss is needy, both of them grasping at each other like they’re dangling off a cliff holding on with nothing more than their fingertips. Michael’s hands tug at Alex’s hair, jagged, work-worn nails digging into the softness of his scalp without apology. And Alex fills the gaps between Michael’s ribs with his fingers, feeling Michael’s lungs expand with each new, shuddering breath. Eventually twisting Michael’s t-shirt so tight in his fists it rips at the seams.
One kiss becomes two becomes twenty until neither knows whose tongue is whose anymore. Michael’s shirt is long gone and Alex’s pants are shoved halfway down his thighs before either of them has the sense to stop. ‘Your skin is like ice, Alex. It’s too cold out here for this, even with the fire.’ His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving. Leaning back on his knees, he helps Alex back into his jeans, despite his ardent protests that he’s not too cold, and grabs the remaining blanket to wrap around them. Even with two thick, wool blankets, the night air is still harsh enough to make both of them shiver. ‘Maybe we should go back to your place.’
‘No. Please not yet.’ Alex shifts closer to Michael, joining their bodies wherever he can reach. Laying his head on Michael’s chest, he hums in satisfaction at the steady beat of his heart. ‘You’ll keep me warm. Tell me about the stars like you used to.’ Alex points to a random patch of desert sky. ‘Isn’t that Polaris?’
Michael snorts into Alex’s hair. ‘You’ve always been so bad at this. You can’t really see the North Star from here. It’s not bright enough.’ He drags Alex’s still-raised finger to another part of the sky. ‘That’s Gemini. The twins. I’ve always thought of me and Max as Castor and Pollux. But the version where only one of them, Pollux probably, is immortal.’
‘Max is Pollux, I’m guessing?’
Michael nods, chin tapping against the top of his head. ‘Yes.’
The stars glow brighter as Michael spends the next hour recounting so many of their mysteries, fingertips dancing up and down Alex’s arm like he’s tattooing the stories into his skin. Alex pretends like he’s never heard them before when in reality he’s had them all memorized for over a decade. The stars and Michael’s stories are what had kept his first tour overseas from chewing him up and spitting him out.
Tilting his chin, Alex kisses into Michael’s neck, leaving a sloppy trail in his wake as he nibbles up to his ear. ‘Take me home.’
The warmth of Alex’s house beckons as they pile everything back into the truck. With no traffic, they pull into the driveway in record time, not bothering to unpack the Chevy before heading inside and straight to Alex’s bedroom. They collapse onto the bed and undress each other slowly, allowing the furnace’s heat to melt them into nothing but nerve-endings and sensation, their sweat-slick skin sliding smoothly together.
Once they’re sated and sleepy, Michael throws a leg over Alex’s thighs and wraps an arm around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. ‘I guess we’re dating now.’
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Lamia Drama Part 10
DND PLANNING IS HERE AT LAST. >:D
I don’t think there’s anything impenetrable to non-DnD fans here... But here’s some basics on the classes anyways:
Monks are fast and good at fist to fist fighting, barbarians are tanky berserkers, sorcerers have inborn magic, druids have nature magic, clerics have god-granted magic, warlocks make pacts with patrons, fighters just got good with weapons and standard melee fighting.
Again, I’ll tag and link properly later, gotta go get foooood. But nothing majorly angsty anyways.
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Keith took a deep breath as everyone settled around the table, hands stuffed firmly in his pockets. A mixture of excitement and nerves were bunched up inside his soul and he hoped Alex couldn’t feel it, though she seemed genuinely clueless so far. Either that, or a far better roleplayer than he anticipated. The tip of his tail was sweeping back and forth on the floor as he scratched lightly at the insides of his pockets, desperate to find some way to dissipate some of his energy. Still, he wasn’t going to start until everyone was settled in.
It was a round table, easy to see everyone. Keith had offered Alex a spot on his left. Oozy was sitting on her left, then Nikolai, then Liam, then Hux, then Keith. Trousle had claimed the middle of the table.
Most had already gotten their drinks ready, but Hux was buying some chips from the vending machine… Or rather, he was convincing Nikolai to buy him chips from the vending machine, given that he was the one who actually had a paycheck. Alex had bought herself a tea from the vending machine and Liam had prepared his “Health Potion” which was really just an extra-sour red cherry slushy. Also…
“I’ve brought you all some snacks, no need to thank me,” Liam said, plopping a Tupperware full of chocolate and peanut butter no-bake cookies on the table. He crossed his arms and smirked, head held high.
Alex did a double-take, looking at her bag, “When did you…?!”
Keith stifled a laugh, “Liam, no.” He was pretty sure Alex intended to share those anyways, and his own mouth was already watering, but still.
“Liam yes!” Liam said, cackling dramatically.
Hux already had a cookie in his mouth.
Nikolai lightly swatted him, “Ask first…”
“What,” Hux said through a mouthful of cookie. “They’re to share.”
“I mean, yes… Go ahead, but not gonna lie, I’ll probably eat way too many by myself,” Alex said, grabbing a cookie.
“See?” Hux said.
Nikolai rolled his eyes and politely took one – he didn’t care much for sweets, but wouldn’t turn it down. He gave one of the smaller globs to Trousle, and Keith took that as a go-ahead. It practically melted in his mouth, cocoa and peanut butter melting into a sweet cream as the oats gave it just enough weight to count as solid matter. It was deliciously rich, not over-sweet, but still very much a dessert. He was tempted to reach for another, but maybe he should hold back…
Well Alex has already gotten a plate and taken four, so no reason he can’t have another…
“How did you do that by the way? I didn’t even hear the zipper,” Alex said, looking to Liam.
“A great hunter never reveals his secrets~”
“He’s sneaky, you have to watch out for him,” Nikolai said. “But speaking of which, I was actually thinking of trying out a rogue…”
“Daaaang. Playing against type?” Hux said. “Ain’t like you to be anything but a healer.”
Nikolai shrugged, “I figured I’d give it a try.”
“Respect,” Hux said. “That said, I’m making a Totem Barbarian.”
Trousle rolled his eyes, “You never play anything else!”
“It works, don’t it?”
“It’s boring!”
“I have to agree,” Liam said. “It’s like you’re just playing the same person every time…”
Keith decided to cut in before this could get ugly, “Let him play what he wants.” If Hux wanted to play the same character with a name change, then let him. It’s a game, might as well have fun with it.
“Thank you,” Hux said.
“Alex, what’re you thinking?” Keith said.
“I mean, I’ve got a lot of characters I could maybe use? Do you have a setting in mind, or…?”
“Go nuts dude,” Keith said. “As long as it ain’t completely broken, I’m down for most things.”
Alex’s face lit up. “In that case… Gimme a minute here.” She pulled a notebook from her bag and started scribbling furiously, making little bullet points, rambling in words, all sorts of things. It was a chaotic, disorganized mess, and Keith could absolutely feel the excitement pouring off of her, making it even harder to sit still. Apparently she felt the same, her foot was shaking a mile a minute, and any time she wasn’t writing, her pencil tapped against the page.
Trousle slithered over, peaking at her notes, and Liam leaned over smiling like a cat with a canary. They were probably happy to have another roleplayer at the table.
Hux, however, was glaring at Alex’s foot, “Can… can you not? Like, that’s kinda distracting.”
“Hmm?” Alex said. “Ah… sorry. Which part?”
“Stop shaking your damn foot.”
Alex nodded, crossing her legs. Keith bit his tongue – it was a reasonable request, but he was tempted to hiss at Hux. He dug his claws into the insides of his hoodie instead, feeing the fabric catch and finding the little hole he’d worn in his left pocket. It didn’t feel like enough, he wanted to move, wanted to do something to let out some of this pent up energy – since when did he have this much anyways?
Alex started rocking in her chair, making it clack as it hit the floor – it was off balance – and some of his anxiousness subsided as he listened to the steady rhythm of clacking.
“… dude,” Hux said. “That’s not any better! That’s actively worse!”
Keith was tempted to tell him to shove it up his ass, but thankfully Nikolai spoke first, “Just let her. No one else is bothered, are you?”
“Nope,” Keith said.
Trousle and Liam shook their heads.
“Fine…”
“Do you want me to do this somewhere else?” Alex said.
“Yer fine,” Keith said. “Whatcha thinking about anyways?” Change the topic…
She perked up a little at that, looking over her notes, “I was thinking maybe a warlock contracted out by the Fey? That seems kinda obvious though, so I figured, why does it have to be a warlock? I’ve already made a lot of those anyways.
“So, like… Here’s another idea. Maybe my character got traded away as a kid? Like a changeling sort of thing! They’ve lived with the fey for a lot of their life, but didn’t have the magic they did since they’re just a normal human. But they’ve had some opportunity to learn since, y’know, they’ve lived in fae realms. I’m thinking maybe the magic infected them somehow and they ended up a wild magic sorcerer? Or maybe got CURSED and ended up a sorcerer! And maybe they’ll meet the person who replaced them one day, and they’re used to contracts and stuff, and, uh…
“It’s still kind of rough. I put this together in, like, five minutes guys.”
“I think I can work with this…” Liam purred. “I want to play the changeling that replaced her character in the mortal realm.”
“OH THAT’S REALLY COOL!” Alex squealed, bouncing in her seat.
“Dude, you can’t have all the fae abilities, y’know that, right?” Keith said. He tended towards rule of fun, but there still had to be SOME boundaries…
“I’d be disappointed if you did! At least, not right off the bat. My character’s been raised as human and only knows of the mortal realm. Perhaps a fighter… With shades of sorcerer. We can work it out.”
“I like it! I might change my class though, is that okay?” Alex said. “I’m not really sure which to use for this…”
“Can I be a fairy companion? Maybe I was sent to watch over Liam’s character and that’s how he started finding out about his heritage? Or to protect him? Maybe he’s important!” Trousle said. “I can take healer and support! Maybe a cleric? Or a druid! Yeah! A druid!”
Keith grinned, these guys were putting it all together themselves! “Y’know what, go for it!” This was practically writing itself…
“In this case… I think I’ll play a rogue who specializes in shady political dealings. Particularly fey contracts,” Nikolai said.
“Sounds perfect to me.”
“I, uh… I work for Nikolai’s dude. Contracted barbarian, I guess,” Hux said. Roleplay was never his strong suit.
Keith nodded, “I’ll get to drafting stuff…. And Oozy?”
… Oozy yawned, waking up from a half-doze. “Hmm? Oh… sorry. Yeah, I made one while you guys were talking.” He slid a character sheet over.
Keith raised the ridge of his eye-socket, “A gnome monk?”
“Yep. It’s gonna be terrible.” He grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. “Or more accurately… A G’nome G’ninja.”
“Pffft. Perfect,” Keith said.
Looks like they had a campaign.
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Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.
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A/N: Okay so it was a bit more than the hour I promised you before Anon (I’m sorry I wrote a lil bit more). I’m excited that this is coming out now because the next part is where things get real fun. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x
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The next morning, Alex comes into your room to wake you up, which he was scared to do. He knows how temperamental you get when your woken up, so he was definitely anxious about doing it, but felt that he needed to.
You weren’t very impressed to be woken up, but you could have woken up by worse people. And once Alex has got you conscious, he explains his actions apologetically.
“Hey, sorry to wake you up but Miles just phoned and said that we’ve been called into the studio” Alex told you as he sat down on the side of your bed.
You rub your eyes and nod up at him, “It’s okay, don’t worry”
“Well, I was wondering whether you wanted to come? You don’t have to though; you can stay here if you want to” Alex gives you the option, but you can tell he was sort of excited to ask you.
“No, I’d love to come” You said sitting up a bit more enthusiastically. Now you knew you could hear some new music; you definitely didn’t mind being awake.
But then you second guessed yourself like you always do,” But won’t I just get in the way? You know I don’t want to interrupt your music”
You knew about his plans for a second Puppets album a few months before you came because you accidentally rang him when he was in a meeting about it. When he called you back later, he told you the news and you’d been ecstatic.
But you did make sure that he wasn’t due to be recording when you came over. The last thing you wanted was for you to be in the way and Alex feeling like he had to babysit you all the time.
Alex shook his head at you, “You wouldn’t be in the way and I want you there so…”
“Well I’ll come if you’re sure that it’s not a problem” You smile.
Alex smiles at that and asks, “Yeah?”
He was so cute. It was like he could never believe you were actually agreeing with him.
You nod your head, “Yeah definitely” You smile noticing he’s already dressed and ready to go.
He’s in blue jeans and a thin distressed white top that looked incredibly soft. It almost looked like it could tear open any minute.
You had to stop yourself from thinking about that though and you asked him, “When do we need to go?”
Alex pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time that you see to be 8:45.
Alex purses his lips before saying, “To avoid traffic maybe leave here about quarter past nine?”
He says it more like a question, but you just smile and agree, “Yeah that’s sweet”
Alex runs a hand through his unkept fresh out of bed hair before he apologises, “I’m sorry. I did say that I wasn’t doing any work whilst you were over here, but people obviously don’t fucking listen to me”
You smile at that before shuffling closer to him to give him a hug and you close your tired eyes once your arms are around his back.
“Don’t worry it’s fine. I’m looking forward to hearing some new stuff” You say as your cheek brushes on the really soft material of his top.
You feel Alex chuckle at that before he hugs you slightly tighter, “I hope you like it. It’s a little different to what you usually hear from me”
“I’ve got no doubt I’ll enjoy it if you’re a part of it Al” You say as you continue to enjoy the warmth he provides you.
You feel Alex rub his hand up and down your back and you smile when he softly says, “You really like my music, don’t you?”
You laugh at that and nod, “Yeah, I don’t listen to much else in comparison to the amount I listen to you”
“You better stream the fuck out of this album when it comes out then” Alex tells you, trying not to laugh because he knew for a fact, he didn’t need to tell you.
“You know full well I will have it on repeat for at least a month when it comes out” You say releasing him from your hug. You sit back against your pillows and let your eyes adjust to the light.
You smile at each other for a few seconds before you yawn and cover up your mouth. “Sorry again about waking you up” Alex starts but you wave him off.
It really wasn’t a problem you were always tired. Him waking you up had nothing to do with it.
“I best get dressed then” You say before rubbing your eyes again as Alex stands up and starts walking toward the bedroom door.
Alex turns around hearing you say that though, “Oh yeah dress warmer than you have been doing. The air-con in the studio can get a bit chilly”
“So, I can wear some jeans and not be sweating?” You ask him a little too excited.
Alex smiles at you. “Yeah you’ll be fine. Honestly bring a jacket” He tells you.
“Oh my god yes” You chuckle before practically jumping out of bed and Alex chuckles at your excitement.
“You do know there is air-con in the house, right? You can wear your jeans here too” He tells you as he leans against the doorframe.
“But I like going outside here” You almost pout say as you pull a pair of jeans out of the wardrobe that you’d been dying to wear.
Alex laughs before pushing himself off the doorframe. He smiles before turning away saying, “I’ll see you downstairs”
After routing through your wardrobe, you find a top that you think will make a relatively cute outfit but at the same time will keep you warm.
You end up in ripped black skinny jeans and your old Hard Rock Cafe top. You also put on your black and red checked shirt to use as a sort of jacket to keep you warm.
You run down the stairs at 9:05 in your black and white Vans and see Alex sat on the sofa eating some toast. You’re aware your running slightly behind his schedule considering he wanted to leave in 10 minutes, so you just go straight into the kitchen and pour yourself some cereal.
You sit and eat it your cereal next to Alex and watch the TV until you’ve finished.
You offer to take Alex’s plate back into the kitchen and ask once more, “Are you sure you want me to come?”
Alex smiles and nods, “Yeah I want you there”
“I just don’t want to be in the way” You say honestly.
You didn’t like it when you thought people didn’t want you in a specific place. You most of the time felt out of place when you went for Sunday dinner at your parents most weeks so you just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to be a bother.
Alex shakes his head at you, “You’re never in the way”
You smile, “As long as you’re sure” and before you know it, you’re on the way to the studio.
Alex decides to take the Range Rover and you have a nice drive into through the city. It took you maybe half an hour to get there and signed in and everything.
Alex took you through to their own studio and as it turned out, you were the first to arrive. Not even Miles was there yet and it then only just occurred to you that you could have picked Miles up on the way.
But with the free time you had whilst waiting, Alex logged into the computers and brought everything up that was needed. You watched in awe. You hadn’t seen a mixing desk this big in your entire life.
Alex brought you out of your awe though and asked, “You wanna listen to what we have before everyone else shows up?”
You nod at him with a smile and shuffle your chair closer to his. You watch as he grabs two pairs of headphones, plugs them in and hands you one.
“Are you gunna make me cry?” You ask him as you place the headphones on.
Alex chuckles, “I hope not”
He pulls up a song on the screen and you start listening in complete adoration.
Each song was amazing, and you loved the whole vibe that you could tell this album was going to have. You could easily imagine yourself listening to it on repeat. And you already knew Y/B/F would love it just as much as the first.
“So, when’s it gunna be out? I want more already” You ask Alex as you both take your headphones off.
Alex laughs at that, “It’s took us two months to get these ten sorted, and we have until next year anyway. But the max deadline for changes is end of January. But it’s still a secret, so don’t be posting any photos you take today”
You hold your hands up as if you’ve been caught, “I promise I won’t post anything unless you look really good in it Al” You grin at him, so he knows you’re joking.
“Nothing. The only time I’ll ever tell you that you can’t post something is when it is to do with secret new music” He points a finger at you as if to warn you.
You chuckle, “Alright”
“So, you like what your hearing so far?” Alex asked you.
You grin at him, “I love it”
“Really?” Alex asked furrowing his eyebrows at you pretending to try and figure you out.
You laugh and say “Yeah I really really love it. I’m gunna have Miracle Aligner stuck in my head for weeks”
“Well you could have worse songs stuck in your head” Alex bigs himself up.
But it was obviously your role as his best friend to bring his ego down.
“I know yeah, like any of the songs by that shitty band Arctic Monkeys… Whoever writes them needs to find a new job” You play with him biting your tongue to hold your laughter back.
At that Alex shakes his head at you before he kicks your chair and you roll away from him.
“You’re a fucking bitch” Alex tells you laughing, and you start to laugh too.
You shuffle yourself back towards him and he turns away from you, quite obviously playing with you but it was all fun and games.
“Alex” You whine.
He shakes his head still looking away from you, “Nah fuck off”
You scoff at his fake behaviour before you pick yourself up out of your seat and walk around so he’s once again facing you. You sit yourself down on his lap so your sat across him with your legs hanging over the side of the arm rest.
“You know I love your music” You tell him as your arm goes around his neck to keep yourself from slipping off his lap.
Alex hums and raises his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe you. You obviously knew he was joking but you carried on anyway.
“You know full well you write some of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard” You tell him, and he finally looks at you again.
“Which songs?” Alex asks as if he wants to validate your beliefs.
You hum in thought, “There’s so many”
“Give me a few” He says as he puts his hand around your waist to keep you on his lap. He could feel you slipping.
You ponder for a moment, “Only One Who Knows is gorgeous and makes me cry all the time. Secret door is amazing too, I love that song… She’s Thunderstorms, Reckless Serenade, Number One Party Anthem… and dare I say Knee Socks”
“Fuck off, you had to ruin it” Alex laugh, and you laughed to.
“I just love your music Al” You laugh leaning your head down on his shoulder as he slowly started spinning the chair in a circle.
He was actually a child that had been allowed to sit in the comfy spinny chair in school.
“You could even go as far as to say that I’m a slut for your music” You play with a grin on your lips.
You both were laughing when Miles walked in and soon enough Alex span you around to face Miles who looked surprised to see you both in the position you were sat in.
“Miles Kaneeee” You half sang, with a smile on your face as he walked in the room smiling at you.
He looked between you and Alex as he sat down on the chair you were previously sat in and said, “You two look cosy”
“I said his music was shit so I had to give him a hug to make him feel better” You said picking your head up off Alex’ shoulder
Miles chuckled at that, “Better not be my stuff you’re slagging off Y/N/N”
“Never Miles, just said the monkeys were shit but he knows I’m lying… I wouldn’t have a tattoo if you were shit at writing music would I?” You say to Alex, giving you more evidence to back up your argument.
You even showing him your wrist again. Alex rolls his eyes at you and Miles laughs at your interaction.
“So, what song do you wanna do today Kane?” Alex asks him, blanking you and he tries to hold back a smile. Especially when he hears you scoff and sees in his peripherals that your shaking your head at him.
“Whatever we can get out Al… I know you don’t wanna be here right now, so I’m thinking if we just get two more sorted over today… and maybe sometime next week, then we don’t have to be here in reality for another two months because were over schedule” Miles says and Alex nods.
“Sure, let’s just get whatever done so we can go home… I’m fucking annoyed that they called us in. It’s not like I’ve ran late on an album deadline before I don’t know why he thinks I’m going to start now” Alex has a little rant.
“Maybe he thinks you’re busy” Miles says as he nods towards you and you furrow your eyebrows at that.
“And why would he think that?” Alex asked him, but you’re not sure if he picked up on Miles’ tone.
Was he seriously starting something when he’d literally just walked in?
“Oh I wonder” He snorts sarcastically bringing up the stuff that looks to be what you would create a new song on.
Alex sighs, “Yeah I am wondering” sounding a bit deflated.
He clearly wasn’t picking up on Miles’ tone. But you definitely were.
“Maybe because of the things she posts of you” Miles said in a rather annoyed tone.
You were starting to get annoyed now. You were tired and didn’t like to be harassed by people when it came to your old friends.
You got enough shit online about leaving Alex alone the past 10 years. You definitely didn’t need it from Miles.
You think Alex has started picking up on Miles’ vibe when he defends you.
“What a few pictures a day the past week, if that?” Alex said and you started to feel increasingly bad for even being in the room with them.
You were just trying to make some fun memories with one of your closest friends. Why did it have to be a massive deal if he was famous.
He was still a person. He was still your friend. One of the best.
“Well it’s not my fault if it looks like she’s distracting you with what she posts” Miles says in a really derogatory tone as he almost angrily clicks buttons on the computer.
After that you’d had enough.
“She has a fucking name for a start, and she can see and hear you. You absolute prick” You say obviously annoyed.
“Y/-“ Alex starts but you stop him.
“No Alex” You interrupt, sending Alex a serious look before you turn back to the person who’d annoyed you.
“Sorry if it’s an inconvenience to you that I’m over Miles, but I’ve not seen my best friends in almost a year. Some of us don’t have the luxury to live in a fucking mansion a few houses down from them or afford a flight to see them whenever they fucking feel like it” You say before getting up from Alex’s lap and heading to the door.
You pulled it open without looking back and headed back towards where you came in. You remembered there was a seating area and you think there was a cafe.
“Y/N” You hear Alex call after you, but you just carry on walking like a stroppy teenager.
You needed to cool off.
You couldn’t believe Miles, of all people, was being nasty. It wasn’t even that deep, but it hurt to think that Miles didn’t want you here because you were disrupting their work.
You’d been in the recording studio a few times back when the Monkeys recorded Whatever People Say I Am. You literally just sat and watched in the corner, just appreciating them and watching them be their creative selves.
You never got involved or disrupted them.
You told Alex that you didn’t want to interrupt anything to do with his and Miles’ music before you’d even booked your flight here. He’d promised you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything which was obviously a lie at this point.
But surely that just meant that Alex wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see him.
You go and sit in the cafe area which you passed on your way through to the studio. It was quite cosy and once you’ve took a seat you just try and calm down.
You were frustrated at the whole situation. You felt like you should leave to give them their creative space but at the same time you knew Alex didn’t want you to go. So, you couldn’t even just ring Matt, get him to pick you up and leave.
After a few minutes, you decided to get yourself a coffee and just try and chill out. You needed to stop thinking about it.
You got yourself a Cappuccino which looked amazing. You got the large one as well, so it came in a massive mug which did actually help improve your mood slightly.
It was the little (or big) things in life.
Once you got that, you took your seat again and looked out of the window and started people watching. It was a fun game to play trying to figure out what everyone was up to in their own little worlds.
After five minutes of doing that you felt much better. But then someone had to come and ruin it.
“I’m sorry” You hear Miles say from behind you.
You take another sip of your coffee completely blanking him like a child. But you were annoyed at him and didn’t want a rant or an argument, especially in public. Silence was probably best.
He sighs and walks around to the empty seat opposite you and sits down. Now he’d insulted you and blocked your view, all within the space of 20 minutes. He was doing well.
Miles can tell you’re ignoring him when you look in a different direction out of a different window. He decides to try again, “I’m really sorry Y/N”
You look into his eyes as you take a long sip of your coffee. You half smile to yourself when he looks away from you obviously feeling awkward.
Once you swallow your mouthful of coffee, you decide to tell him what you’re thinking.
You hold your mug in your hands as you say, “I don’t appreciate to be made to feel like I’ve done something incredibly wrong when all I’ve done is post pictures with my friends that I haven’t seen in a long time”
Miles meets your gaze as he says, “I know I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I know I’ve pissed you both off because of it”
He then looks down and continues, “I’ve just had a bad morning which doesn’t excuse it, but I’m sorry for snapping”
“What happened this morning?” You questioned not really caring but you wanted at least a little explanation.
Miles sighed and looked back up at you before starting, “The girl I was sort of seeing decided to call it a day the night we went out…”
Shit. You didn’t expect that.
He continued, “And we had another argument this morning”
An “Oh” left your lips before you could stop yourself.
Miles pressed his lips together into a sad smile and said, “Yeah, so I’m sorry I’ve just had a really shitty morning”
You nod, now understanding. “Well thanks for apologising” You smile.
Miles half smiled back at you before saying, “Are you coming back in?”
“I’ll come once I’ve finished my coffee” You smile at him.
“Okay… I’m sorry again” He says as he gets up.
He adds on a lighter note, “If you want a snack after that, the chocolate chip cookies here are really good”
You smile as he leaves and finish your coffee in peace. You felt bad for him, you could empathise with him at lot. You would be in a mood for days.
After another 5 minutes you’ve finished your coffee and get back up to go into the studio. However, once you’ve put your mug on the side of the counter, so the waitress didn’t have to clear up your mess, you noticed the cookies that Miles was talking about. And they looked good.
You decided to be a nice friend and you got to the back of the queue to get Miles one. You wanted to cheer him up in what way you could, and it would also be an olive branch of sorts to make peace.
You were waiting in the line for about a minute before you felt arms go around your waist. You jumped not knowing who it was until you turned your head to see Alex grinning behind you.
You smiled at him and released a sigh of relief. “You shit me up then” You told him before you look down to his arms that have encapsulated you in a hug.
You smile seeing his Sheffield tattoo hugging your stomach.
“Sorry” Alex chuckles down your ear.
“You alright?” Alex asks you.
You nod, “Yeah… I’m sorry for walking out I could just feel myself getting angry”
“It’s alright, he didn’t have to say that. Shitty morning or not” Alex says, confirming that Miles must have told him what was going on too.
“I know” You say releasing a sigh.
“I just don’t wanna interrupt your music Al” You tell him as you watch the lady behind the counter make someone’s coffee.
“You’re not interrupting me. If anything, you’ll make the whole thing faster so I can get us both home” Alex tells you.
You smile and chuckle at that. Once he had his mind set on being with certain people somewhere, he clearly didn’t like plans being changed.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you” You say feeling bad about it.
You shouldn’t have done that when he did nothing wrong and was just trying to calm you down.
“It’s alright” Alex says before releasing you from his grip as the line moves forward.
“Least I know who will wear the trousers in the relationship” Alex says moving with you in the line.
You giggle at that and look to Alex who’s already smiling at you. He waits with you in the queue when you tell him that you’re waiting to grab a cookie for Miles.
In fact, you’re certain that’s the only reason he waited because he kept on hinting that he wanted one. When you eventually got served you asked for two and Alex got all excited.
You teased him for a second telling him it was for you and not for him and his face fell. You managed to keep a straight face as you paid for your goods and picked up the bag of two cookies before you pulled Alex away from the counter.
You got one out of the bag and teasingly took a bite of it and he called you nasty. You couldn’t keep your face straight then, you burst out giggling.
“I’m only joking” You say before handing the cookie over to him.
Alex’s face immediately lit up upon you passing him the cookie. He ended up splitting it with you as you made your way back towards the studio and it was all gone before you even got back to the room.
When you got back in you noticed that other people had filled the large room and you smiled at them all when you went in. Miles was sat facing the computer still though and he hadn’t seen you return.
You quickly go over to him and give him a one-armed hug from behind. “Hope you’re okay” You tell him.
You bring the bag over his shoulder with your other hand and put the cookie in his lap. “And if that doesn’t make you feel better then I’ll shag you later” You say before you kiss him on the side of his head.
Miles laughs at that before smiling at you and you can see he’s saying a ‘thank you’ for the cookie.
After you hugged Miles, Alex introduced you to the rest of the band that you hadn’t met before. You said you hellos and talked to them for a bit before you all went about your own conversations.
The girls who were the string section of the band seemed lovely and you could hear on the tracks you’d heard how talented they were. You obviously knew how talented Zach was on guitar because he was in Mini Mansions.
You hadn’t met Loren before, but he seemed lovely and you said your Hello to their producer who you knew was James Ford.
After all the pleasantries were exchanged, Alex was being his needy self again and you found him trying to get your attention again. So of course, when he pulled you in for a hug you returned it.
You gave Alex a hug and he said in your ear, “So you’re gunna shag Miles to make him feel better?”
“I think the cookie did the trick. I think I’m safe” You smile at him when you pull away from the hug.
You don’t stray too far though because he still has his hands on your hips keeping you close.
“Ah right, I’m just wondering if you offered Miles a shag to make him feel better, what would you offer me?” Alex asks you with raised eyebrows.
“Ooo Al, that would be telling” You grin at him. His hands still on your hips keeping you close.
Alex grins at you and just as he’s about to say something back Miles asks the room, “So which one today guys?”
Both yours and Alex’s hold breaks, and you just stand next to each other and look towards the men and women who are about to create some amazing music.
“I recon Everything You’ve Come To Expect” Alex says and after a brief discussion everyone seems to be in agreement about the song choice.
The truth was you were excited to see how they went about recording songs these days. You couldn’t wait to watch the whole process intently.
Before long Alex and Miles went into the recording studio that was set up with an expensive keyboard and a microphone on one side and a lone microphone on the other side of the room.
You watch intently as the boys go into the room and you aren’t surprised when Alex sits at the keyboard and Miles sits at the lone microphone. From your view you can see the keyboard from the side so you can see what chords Alex is playing.
You giggle watching them mess about before they actually decide to do their work. Alex starts off at the keyboard and you watch his hands as you listen to the lyrics intently like you always did with any new song.
You don’t know why but it made you emotional. The song sounded like someone had been misleading or cheating on someone and you could really relate to that.
But the fact that it was more than likely about someone who’s mislead or cheated on Alex brought another emotion into it too. You never wanted any of your friends to go through that.
You wiped away a stray tear that rolled down your face as the song progressed. How were your friends so bloody good a creating music that made you emotional?
Whether it was a happy or sad song, they got you crying every time.
When they finished everyone waited for the room to go silent before the rest of the band and you gave a little cheer. You watched Miles and Alex smile at each other before you made eye contact with them through the glass that divided you.
Miles gives you a smile before standing up to come back through presumably to have a listen. Alex grins at you and takes his time getting up to come back in.
“Sounded good mate” James Ford, the producer, told Miles as he walked back in and his smile got bigger.
They started playing the recording as Alex came back into the room and he stood just behind you as you listened. You turned to smile at him as you both listened, and he smiled back at you and came and stood by your side.
You could feel your eyes getting watery again as you listened to the lyrics over the quiet chatter of the others in the room. Alex must have noticed because he bumped your shoulder which caused you to smile at him.
“You good?” He asked you quietly and you nodded.
You listened for a second more before asking, “Did you write the lyrics?”
Alex nodded at you and you released a breath. You turn to give him a hug which he returns, rubbing your back a little.
“If that’s about someone, can you please tell me who so I can go give her a talking to?” You ask into his ear as you hug him.
You feel him chuckle against you before saying, “You might kill her”
“I will kill her. Hurting you and making me cry” You say chuckling a little bit.
Alex pulls away to see that your eyes are once again watery, and he pouts at you. “Don’t be upset. I’m okay”
“Well stop writing good songs about your emotions then I might be able to get a grip of my own” You chuckle and Alex smiles at you before hugging you again.
You enjoy the feeling of the embrace as you listen to the rest of the song and you enjoy the feeling of him rubbing his warm hands up and down your back. You think you just enjoyed his company and his touch more than you really should.
You release each other with a smile before the song ends and you tell him, “I really love the song”
“No surprise there then. I had a part in making it” He smirks.
You fake glare at him, knowing he knew you too well. You enjoyed all music he created.
“Don’t be getting cocky” You warn him and you both laugh before he’s called upon to make lots of decisions about the song and what more should be done to it.
You learnt a lot that day and it was one of the most interesting things you’d seen in a while. You felt so privileged to be witnessing it all.
It was one of your favourite days in LA by far and when you and Alex got home that night you went outside to chill in his garden, and you had a lovely evening. The best part though, was when you and Alex were walking past the pool though and he pushed you in fully clothed.
Thankfully you’d literally just put your phone on charge in the lounge or you would have murdered him. You couldn’t do without your phone.
You were that shocked by what he did that you glared at him as he laughed at you from the side of the pool as you tread water to keep yourself afloat. You climbed your way out and ended up chasing him around his house as he ran away from you.
He ended up running away from you, up the stairs, up into his room and thought escaping onto the balcony would help him. It turned out to be his defeat because once out there you hugged him so tightly in your extremely wet clothes.
He was fuming that he’d been caught as you wrapped your arms around his neck so he couldn’t escape you. You even went as far as to briefly warning him that you were going to jump and when you did you wrapped your legs around him in hopes to transfer the dampness onto his clothes.
His hands grabbed the underneath of your thighs to keep you up right and he grumbled when the water started seeping through into his clothes.
“Maybe don’t push me into your pool next time if you don’t want to be chased after” You tell him as you also mess up his hair.
Alex chuckled at that and after a minute you released him from your grasp. You giggled to yourself when you fully separated and his whole front and the tops of his jeans were visibly damp.
After that you took a shower in his ensuite as the shower was just magical in there. It wasn’t weird because you’d asked if you could use it after breakfast your first morning in LA because you wanted to see if it was as amazing as he said it was.
It turned out to be the best shower you’d ever had so from then on that was the shower you’d been using. You even woke Alex up the other morning to ask him if it was okay to use his shower again which he thankfully agreed you could do.
And you would be doing for the remainder of your trip. It was just too good not too. You just kept the singing in the shower down and hoped he couldn’t hear you murdering his own songs.
~*~*~*~
The next day started off very relaxed compared to the previous one. You got yourself up and you used Alex’s shower again before you descended downstairs. It was a boiling hot day and you didn’t even bother to get dressed knowing that you were more than likely going to be in the pool for most of the day.
You walked down the stairs in your red bikini and your black sarong wrapped around your bottom half whilst you made yourself some breakfast. You noted that Alex was already outside with the doors open and you could faintly hear him swimming.
You also had your gold sunglasses on that were mirrored ones. When you had them on, you felt like you were in Love Island because they there the shape one of the girls in the show wore.
You quickly made yourself some toast and once buttered, you took it outside with you to eat by the edge of the pool. The sun was scorching so you were thankful that Alex had already wet the surface you sat down on, so you didn’t burn your arse as you sat on the side.
You watched Alex complete his length of the pool before and smiled noting he had his sunglasses on in there. You didn’t blame him today though because the sun was blinding just shimmering on the water so you wouldn’t bully him for it today.
“Morning” Alex waved from across the pool.
You smile and give him a wave back with your free hand whilst you continue to eat your toast. You watch as he swims towards you as you finish off your breakfast.
“You okay?” He asks you as he stands in the water just in front of your feet.
“Yeah I’m good. I can’t believe how hot it is today” You say as you wipe away the crumbs that fell on your lap.
“I know. I literally came down opened the doors, felt how hot it was and went back up and put my trunks on” Alex tells you.
You reach down into the water and cup some of it so you can wet your thighs. They felt like they were burning, yet you’d already put your suncream on.
“I can’t wait to get in” You say before repeating your actions.
The cooler water brought relief to your boiling skin. You were so thankful he had a house with his own pool.
“Get in now?” Alex says with furrowed eyebrows as if he doesn’t realise that people aren’t meant to swim just after you eat.
You furrow your eyebrows at him though. It was obvious to you. “I’ve just eaten”
“It’s a myth” Alex tells you. “I literally had breakfast earlier then dived in”
“You’re an idiot” You tell him with a hint of a smile on your lips.
“I promise you it’s not real. And if it was, it was made up for kids up that do backflips into the pool. You’ll be fine” Alex tells you before he offers to help you drop into the pool.
“If I throw up, I’m not cleaning it out of your pool” You tell him with a grin as you undo your sarong.
“Come on” Alex tells you raising his arms up to you.
You lean down to him in the water and once your hands have found his shoulders you start to slowly slip into the pool. Alex’s hands on your hips lowering you in too so you don’t splash yourself upon entry.
The water sloshes around you as your feet touch the ground and you let out a sigh of relief as the liquid cools you down immediately. “Oh my god that’s so much better” You say before releasing your hold on him.
“I know. I couldn’t not go in today. It’s too fucking warm” Alex tells you as you both start to move further down the pool so the water gets deeper.
“Literally scorching” You agree before you take off your golden sunglasses for a second.
“Can you hold them for a sec please?” You ask Alex and he takes them off you and holds them above the surface of the water.
“Thank you” You smile before you take a deep breath and go under the water.
Your full body felt the relief of the cool water when you did that. You sank a bit before you pushed yourself back up above the surface and took a breath. You wiped your eyes ensuring no chlorine went in them and then reopened them to see Alex grinning at you.
You go to grab hold of the glasses again as you say, “Thank you”
However, you should have known that your fucking annoying best friend wouldn’t give them to you straight away. As you went to grab them, he moved his hand further away.
You give him a look as if to say, ‘are you actually a child’ and Alex lets out his cute little laugh. He sees your eyebrows raise though and he soon quietens.
You go to reach for them again and you weren’t surprised this time when he moved a step back again.
“Don’t be a dick” You tell him as you move closer once again.
This time you launch yourself at him and grab onto his toned bicep in hopes to make his raised arm drop down. You pulled on his arm as he laughed at your failing attempts.
You then look down at his face though and don’t know why you were struggling to get your cheap sunglasses back when a perfectly good pair sat on his face. Sunglasses were sunglasses and you could definitely see the look of surprise on Alex’s face when you snatched his and started swimming away from him.
“That was nasty” Alex calls after you as you put his aviators on.
You chuckle before looking back towards him saying, “Gold’s more your colour anyway”
You obviously couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you said that. The smile turned into a grin when you watched him put the glasses on.
“Very rockstar” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows at you whilst a smirk appears on his lips.
You both spent quite a bit of time in and out of the pool that morning because of the scorching heat that the LA sun provided. You eventually traded glasses with him when he handed you yours back and you proceeded to throw his in the pool and he jumped in to fetch them like a dog with a ball.
They really were his prized possessions. It was quite funny.
After half an hour of the both of you lounging on either side of the pool you have a thought. You’d been in LA a week and you’d not seen the beach yet and you hoped that could change.
“Al” You called from your lounger.
Alex was just on his phone on the other side of the pool and he looked up at you with raised eyebrows. You elected for opposing sun loungers because you were both nervous of the other stealing sunglasses again and you didn’t trust him not to throw yours in because you did it to him.
He answers you with a, “Yeah?”
“Can we go to the beach one day please?” You asked him whilst shading your eyes with your hand. Even with the sunglasses on, it was so bright out today.
“We can go now if you want?” Alex tells you as he sits up properly.
“Don’t you need to go anywhere?” You ask thinking he might have to go back to the studio at some point today to finish off the song.
Alex got up and made his way around to you and said “No I’m all yours. I told James I’m not going back for at least another week so I’m all yours until then. You know I hate people Y/N so any excuse to fuck them off to be with people I actually like”
“You really are in the wrong career” You chuckle as he makes his way over to you.
“Tell me about it” Alex laughs.
“So which beach do you wanna go?” He asks as he comes and stands next to you.
“What are my options?” You asked like you’d know any difference.
Alex listed you some of them and you literally had no clue which one was meant to be better.
“Which one do you usually go?” You ask hoping he had a preference.
Alex shrugs, “I don’t know… I’ve been to Carbon Beach a few times but it’s just celebrities and I don’t wanna be nice to anyone pretentious”
“Okay then well Malibu sounds good if you wanna go there?” You shrug squinting at him because the sun was so bright.
“Yeah sounds good. Wanna go in a few?” Alex asks.
You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah sure just let me get changed and I’ll be right with you” You smile at him before you grab your book and stand up.
“Why do you need to get changed? You’re just gunna get there and take it all off again” Alex asked, and he made a good point.
“Well I’ll go and grab some clothes for the way home then and a towel. Can finally get some use out of my beach bag” You smile at him.
“Meet you in the car?” Alex asks you as you both head inside.
You grin, “Which one?”
“Which one do you want?” Alex chuckles as he closes the French doors.
“I want the roof down” You say.
You always craved the feeling of the wind rapidly blowing through your hair whilst you were in a car when it was sunny outside. The feeling must be even better when you’re headed to the beach, especially in LA.
“Audi it is” He smiled at you before he hurry’s you off upstairs to get your stuff together.
And not 5 minutes later Alex is pulling out of his gated community and you’re on your way.
You listened to the radio on the way and you sang along as you took in the views around you. Alex pointed a few things out to you on the way that interested you and you had a really nice time with him being your personal driver.
“You’re a good tour guide” You pointed out to him as he finished telling you about some crazy fan, he’d seen on the road you were driving down.
“You’re an awful customer. Your hair keeps flicking me” Alex joked as he drove.
“I’m sorry I can’t help it. It’s your car” You say not even attempting to move your hair to try and stop it bugging him.
You were in your element and not even the guy you fancied would bring you out of it.
“You wanted the roof down” Alex make a good point.
“I’ve never experiences a proper expensive convertible Alex. I’m not passing up the opportunity” You joked and looked over your sunglasses at him.
“You’re still a twelve-year-old. Swear down” Alex laughs as he shakes his head at you.
“It’s not every week I get driven to the beach in a fancy car Al. This is an exciting tour around LA for me” You smile, and you can see the sea in the distance.
“I could give you a proper tour afterward if you want? Can’t promise I’ll be any good, but I know a few places” He offers and your definitely not passing up that chance. It was something that had been on your bucket list for years.
“I’ll hold you to that. I’ve always wanted a road trip round LA” You told him honestly.
Alex smiled “Consider it done”
The beach was quite busy when you arrived, but that was to be expected. It was July and the weather was amazing.
Alex just about managed to find a parking space and he told you to get out, so he’d have more room to park the car. You laughed and did what you were told, and once parked Alex put the roof back up on the gorgeous white car and you headed down to the beach.
You walked beside Alex as you discussed where to leave your stuff before you headed down to the sea. Despite having the roof down in the car, you were boiling and felt the need to cool off already.
You ended up putting your stuff down near a nice-looking family who had a little Bluetooth speaker going. The tunes were quite good.
As you arrived near them you could hear See You Again by Charlie Puth playing, and you asked to Alex, “Wanna go here? Then we can listen to their music when we come back?”
“Good idea. Better have a good playlist though” Alex smiled as he put the stuff on the ground.
You followed his lead and put your down stuff down before you took off your black T-shirt dress that you just chucked on over your dry enough bikini. You watched as Alex pulled off his white top and you quickly glance at his body again.
He was fucking ripped and you wanted to groan like you were just seeing a picture of him on your Instagram. He looked really good in his grey swimming trunks. He was a freaking Adonis and his hair looked amazing too.
It was fluffy from drying in the sun earlier and you were glad that he didn’t put the gel back in it to come out.
“Race to the sea?” Alex challenged you with a smiled, throwing his sunglasses down on the towel where you’d just discarded yours.
“I’d say yeah but if I ran in this my tits would fall out and I don’t fancy getting arrested” You smile at him gesturing to your red strapped bikini.
Alex laughed at that before you both started to walk down. “You’re boring” Alex said as you walked over the warm sand.
“And you think I’m the twelve-year-old” You joked, nudging his shoulder as you walked down.
You hadn’t felt sand between your toes for such a long time. You really felt like you were on holiday now. You couldn’t believe that this could just be the norm for Alex.
The water was a lot warmer than you’d expected it to be. On the rare occasion that you ever went to the seaside back home you were used to freezing cold murky water.
This was a lot nicer than that to say the least. The water was relatively clear, and you didn’t find yourself immediately wanting to run back out because of how cold it was.
You don’t know when it was silently decided between you, but this first swim seemed to be the both of you swimming out the furthest you felt comfortable with. You both chatted as you swam out and you made it out pretty far.
When you looked back the people on the beach could barely be distinguished from. They all just looked like tiny people in a picture of the beautiful scenery.
You both decided that you should probably turn back around as you didn’t want to run out of energy before you got back.
However about half way back, you were growing tired and you just wanted to be able to stand up and have a break for a minute.
“Can you stand up yet?” You asked Alex.
Alex then stops swimming for a minute to see if he can touch the ground again yet.
“Yeah, can you?” He asks when his head doesn’t disappear under the surface.
You attempt to do the same as you’re not a lot smaller than him. But as you do so, half your face disappears under the water. Some salt water made its way into your mouth and you pulled a face at it.
You start treading water again immediately and say, “No I’m struggling”
Alex laughed at that before saying “Come here and I’ll help you”
You swim towards Alex, but the waves must push him further back from you. As when you think you’re getting closer, he seems to always be the same distance away.
“Alex are you moving away?” You asked him, getting annoyed because you don’t seem to be getting anywhere.
Alex then laughed and you knew he’d been playing you. You groaned and splashed water at him saying, “Stop being a dick, I might drown”
“You’re not gunna drown just come and get me” Alex laugh at your extreme thoughts.
After another minute, you finally reached him and at that point you were tired and nearly out of breath.
“You’re a dick” You told him, as you through your arms around his neck so he couldn’t escape you for a bit.
“You love me” Alex laughed hugging you to him in the water.
He could tell that you needed a rest as the waves weren’t doing you any good as you struggled to keep your head above the surface when they came. And who was he to deprive you of that break, when he certainly didn’t mind you clinging to him.
“I’ll love you if I can wrap my arms around your neck and you can swim me to the beach” You say with a grin.
“Not what I thought you were gunna say when you mentioned arms around my neck” Alex tells you as he spins around in your grasp so your now on his back.
You laughed at that. “That’s not really on my mind when I’m trying not to drown”
Alex laughs and thankfully he got you to a level where your feet could touch the ground again which would always be good news. When you reached the point where you didn’t need to swim to get back and you could stand up again, you made a beeline for your towels.
Alex, however, told you that he was going to take a few more minutes in the sea by himself which you understood. It was beautiful. If you weren’t knackered from that swim you would have probably stuck around a little longer too.
“Don’t get lost in that head of yours” You tell him before you leave him to his thoughts.
You’d noticed on multiple occasions over the years that Alex would just stare into space. Usually someone brought him out of his little trace but if not, you don’t know how long he’d be in his dazes for.
When you got back to your towels you were pleased to hear that the music was still playing from the family just next to you and all your stuff was still there. You sat down and you found that due to the hot sun your body dried off relatively quickly.
After a few minutes of sitting on the ground enjoying your view, you watched as Alex made his way out of the sea heading towards you. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t appreciate the way his body glistened in the sunlight as he walked back over.
He was fucking stunning and you were half sure that he knew it. Jesus, with a body like that and his hair and his jawline to go with it you wished you were 30 already so you could just marry the man and he’d be yours.
After about 20 minutes of you being lay down and half chatting to each other, half relaxing, you felt a damp object being pressed on your stomach. You opened your eyes to see Alex lay at a right angle to you and his head was now lay on the lower half of your stomach.
“You okay?” You ask him.
“Yeah” Alex sighed to himself. “I just wanted a pillow” He smiled looking round at you.
“So you wanted a pillow so now I’ve gotta have your head as a tan line on my stomach?” You tease even though you didn’t care.
“Y/N you tanned that much last week that I don’t think it’s physically possible for you to get any darker now” Alex said, and he was probably right.
You’d gone a lovely colour and it was a tan you hoped you could keep for a while.
You knew his game though and you called him out on it. “You just don’t want me to tell you to get off”
“You’re not wrong” Alex tells you with a grin. You chuckle at his honestly and let him stay there.
He wasn’t doing you any harm and you weren’t going to be getting your stomach out back home anyway. It was nearly always raining, and you very very very rarely wore a crop top in the summer.
You both lay in that position for a good 5 minutes just listening to the family’s music. They had quite a range of stuff which was good, you really enjoyed relaxing and listening along.
You would have probably fell asleep in the next few minutes but the next song that came on stopped you. You smirked as you heard R U Mine start playing through the family’s speaker and you opened your eyes to see a faint smile on Alex’s lips too.
You brought your hand up and let it drag through his messy wet hair as you said, “They’ve got very good music taste”
Alex chuckled and agreed with you, “They really do”
You kept playing with his hair for a long while. You think you kept messing with it until you fell asleep and only when Alex picked his head up off your stomach and looked down at you, you woke up.
Once fully awake again Alex invited you back out for another swim. You definitely said yes because you were fucking boiling from the sun.
Alex helped you get up and you both made you way back down to the water.
“You’re a comfy pillow” Alex yawns as you walk.
“So are you” You smiled back, thinking back to the other day when you fell asleep on him.
You both then spend a good half an hour in the sea. You have a bit of a swim and you also mess about and chat a lot. You just found that the time really flew by when you were together. You couldn’t believe you were almost a week into your holiday.
You again got out of the water first and headed back to the towels. You wanted to make sure no one had stolen your bag with the both of your clothes, phones and Alex’s car keys in it.
This time you lay the opposite way on your towel. You were on your front and you had your head towards the sea so you would once again see Alex come out.
When he did, instead of laying on his towel that was next to you he picked the towel up and laid it you just in front of you, just leaving a patch of sand between you. He’d be blocking your view of the sea, but you definitely didn’t mind.
Once he’d done that, he lay himself down in front of you and you smiled at him. He smiled back at you and you decided to play a game on the smooth sand that was between you.
You brushed it side to side to smooth it out before drawing 4 lines on the surface.
“Noughts and crosses?” You suggest you Alex and smiled nodding.
You go first as draw a circle in the centre square. Alex then goes and draws a cross in the corner.
You play for a while; you giggle when you win the first time and you carry on giggling each time you win. After losing five times in a row Alex just has to ask you “How do you keep winning?”
“Years of Jedi training” You joke as you smooth out the sand again and draw the lines out.
“I’m being serious though. Each time you end up having two ways of winning. How are you doing that?” Alex said as you both started playing again.
“You mean like that?” You nodded down to the sand as you drew in another nought.
“You’re a wizard” Alex smiles at you and you could see his eyes peaking over his sunglasses and you laughed at his humour.
After a few more goes, Alex seemed to understand how you were doing it and he scorned you for going first every time, so he didn’t have that advantage. When he got his first win, he was very pleased with himself which made you laugh.
After a while of both of you not winning for about 10 rounds, you both give up. You grab your phone out of your bag whilst Alex carry’s on messing about with the sand.
The next time you look up at him, you notice he’s found a stone and he’s using it to carefully trace a spiral into the sand. You put your phone down on your towel and watch as he finishes the enticing piece of art.
“That looks really good” You tell him honestly.
“Yeah?” He questions.
“Yeah” You smile and watch as he folds his arms back on the ground.
You pick your phone up and swipe to put it on camera. You take it from ground level, and you make sure Alex is in it too. He clocks on quickly to what you’re doing and he looks over his sunglasses as you with an unimpressed face that you knew was fake.
You take a few pictures and smile at them as you look back through them. God, how did he look so sexy when he was faking anger towards you?
You took a portrait one too very quickly and giggled when Alex smile was peeking through his fake cold exterior.
“That’s a new lock screen that Alex” You said as you started changing it.
He just looked so good. You wanted an excuse to see it all the time.
“Pass me my phone?” Alex asks you and you reach around to retrieve it from your beach bag.
“Why? Do you want me as yours?” You joke as you pass him his phone.
He grins at you. “You read my mind. Smile” He instructs as he’s about to point his phone at you.
You quickly stop him, “Wait a second”
Alex did as he was told whilst you pushed yourself up with your so your chest was no longer on the ground. You ran a hand through your hair to make sure it wasn’t awfully parted, and you rested yourself back down on your elbows, so you were still lay down but sort of sat up.
The last thing you wanted was a double chin on his photo.
You looked at him and smiled, “Go on then” and Alex happily took a few pictures. He did the same took a few landscape, and then one or two portrait.
You watched the back of Alex’s phone as he tapped on it before telling him, “If I have a double chin you’re taking more”
Alex let out a laugh at that before shaking his head. “No, you look great” He tells you.
You held back the little ‘Awh’ noise you wanted to make when he said that but then ask, “Can I see?”
Alex nodded to you before locking his phone and passing it to you. You took it and pressed down on the button and were greeted with a picture of yourself that you surprisingly liked.
You were smiling happily at Alex, your eyes just peaking over the top of your sunglasses and your hair looked messily damp, but it looked good. And your chest…
It looked fucking amazing if you did say so yourself. Your breasts looked great and really big in the picture and your red bikini really did look fantastic.
“Woah” You said. “My boobs look great in this”
Alex chuckled at that as you passed him his phone back. You looked down at your chest and from your angle they just looked alright, so you had to ask, “Do they actually look that good in real life?”
“You really want me to answer that?” Alex grinned at you.
“Yeah” You smile up at him with an amused expression.
You’d asked him plenty of questions like this before. If not the same one, and he was never one to lie to you. Probably why you valued his opinion a lot.
Your eyes connected with Alex’s over both of your sunglasses before you watched his gaze flick back down to your boobs and he took his sweet time studying them.
“I would say take a picture it’ll last longer, but we’ve already done that” You chuckle.
Alex laughed properly at that before he calmed himself enough to tell you, “They look very nice Y/N”
“Just nice?” You ask. You were hoping for a bit more than just nice.
Alex smirked at you asking that and he looked at you over his glasses as he said, “What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know” You chuckled just wanting to tease him.
Alex smiled and then let out a little laugh before pushing his sunglasses back up as he said “They look like a real handful”
You let out a proper giggle at that. You could tell he really wanted to get that joke into the conversation which made it funnier.
“They are” You giggle, sitting up and taking your boobs in your hands.
You move your hands around a bit to try and cup them in a different way to see if you can actually fit your hands around them.
Your hands were about an inch too small for you to be able to cup them properly. Alex was watching your actions and he quickly became very thankful that he was lay down on his front.
You shrugged your shoulders before returning back to your previous position of you facing Alex as you said, “They are a definitely more than a handful for me”
“You’ve got small hands” Alex tells you.
You scoff, “I can reach an octave on the piano, they aren’t that small… Well, they might be compared to yours”
Alex put his hand out to you and you silently chuckled as you matched up the bottom of your hand to his before you lined your fingers up with his. His hands were really soft from both the sea and messing with the sand for the past half hour and you smiled when you saw that your fingertips stopped about half an inch before his.
“Looks like they’d be a handful for you too Turner” You grin
“Do you want me to test out that theory?” Alex smirks, before lacing his fingers with yours. His Death Ramps ring cooling your hot skin.
You giggle and say, “Sure, just at home though, because there’s kids present. Gotta keep it PG 13”
“I think copping a quick feel is PG 13” Alex tells you as he pulls you left hand towards him and he starts tracing your tattoo on your wrist once more.
“Well as much as I would enjoy it Al, copping a feel isn’t PDA approved in my book. Sorry” You smile as you watch him shake his head at your tattoo once more.
“It’s alright… I can wait an hour out two” Alex jokes and you giggled again.
You spent a few hours on the beach just chilling and also messing about. At one point he asked you to put suncream on his back because he thought it was about to burn and when you slapped it on his back he jumped, from both the cold substance and the harshness of the contact.
He then got you back when you both later went in the sea and started splashing you like you were kids in a paddling pool having a water fight. You messed about in the sea for a long while, both always laughing and having a great time.
You felt like you were teenagers again, having the best time with no care in the world. And once you were set to go home again Alex took the long way back and gave you a tour around LA.
He took you to all the places you mentioned and shows you the sights. You go out for a bit of a walk in the city and you had a really nice time both window shopping and seeing everything that the city had to offer.
As you both weaved between the mass of people around, you on the streets you were getting annoyed at slow people in front of you. You sighed and grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled the both of you around the slow people in front of you.
You loosened your grip on his hand expecting him to let go of it but to your surprise his grip never faltered. So, you both happily walked around LA, hand in hand, until you got back to the car.
You didn’t stay out for more than a few hours though because you were both hungry and in desperate need for a shower.
On your way home Matt texts and says that he’ll be round in an hour with no other context than that, but you reply to him saying:
Sweet, see you soon x
When you get home again Alex says as you walk through the door, “Imma go for a shower”
“Aw I wanted a shower” You pout as you move towards the kitchen.
“You can use the one in your bathroom” Alex laughs.
You shake your head, “It’s okay I’ll just wait. I highly doubt I’ll ever find a shower better than that one of yours”
“You could just save yourself the time and join me?” Alex grins as he leans against the large archway that separates the kitchen from the lounge.
You laugh at him as you walk to the fridge to grab a can of Pepsi Max. Alex pushes the idea again by saying, “Would save water too”
“Tempting but Matt’s coming soon, and I doubt we’d be done by then” You say as you turn towards him with a smirk.
“Well you’re not wrong there” Alex raises his eyebrows at you, and you feel yourself get flustered.
“Go and have a shower” You tell him, “Then you can cook my tea. It’s your day remember”
“You know where to find me if you need me” Alex teases as he turns around and leaves you too it for a little while. God he was something else.
After 10 minutes Alex comes downstairs again fully dressed. This time he wears some black jeans and a loose black top, but his hairs styled somewhat from it being damp.
You look at him and shake your head. The temperature was still far too high for jeans.
“You’re making me feel hot” You tell him as he takes his seat on the settee next to you.
Alex smiles at you and says, “Could have made you a lot hotter if you’d of come in the shower with me”
“Mind’s in the gutter Turner” You shake your head.
“What can I say… the red bikini’s doing it for me” Alex smirks.
“Good thing I brought two then isn’t it?” You flirt back before you stand up and head upstairs.
“You wanna come back down in the other one for me?” Alex calls after you up the stairs.
“Make my dinner Alex” You shout back down, and you hear him laugh.
About half an hour later your back downstairs with your laptop in hand and Alex has just sat back down next to you. He informs you that he’s started making Spaghetti Bolognese which you’re rather excited about.
You then open up your laptop and finish checking your emails from work, relieved to see everything is still in working order. Alex then starts asking you things about your job which you didn’t mind about at all.
You told him all that he wanted to know, and he ended up getting you to show him some designs that you’d worked on in the past. So, you ended up being fully invested in you showing off your work to Alex that you didn’t even hear Matt come in.
“Hey lovebirds” You heard Matt call behind you.
You furrow your eyebrows at him as he comes in and both you and Alex send him a look of confusion as to why he addressed you like that.
“What?” You asked.
“I just said hello” Matt says as he takes a seat on the opposite sofa.
“No, you idiot. The lovebirds bit… Where’s that came from?” You ask.
Matt grins and says, “Oh you’ve not seen it yet?”
“Seen what?” You question.
“Google Alex Turner” He tells you as he turns the TV on with the remote.
“It’s happened again hasn’t it?” You asked Matt as you opened a new tab and typed in Alex’s name into google.
It pops up with:
Alex Turner’s Ongoing Romance With Y/N Y/L/N
“Oh brilliant” Alex says.
“I’m gunna piss myself laughing at this again. The last one was so funny” You smile as you sit back and start reading through the article.
Whilst Turner has changed his look over the years from the boyish hair styles to the long Beatles look to the hot greasers look, Alex never seems to fail at having a beautiful woman on his arm. The first two being Alexa Chung, presenter and model, and Arielle Vandenberg, model and Vine star but his new lady leads a more down to earth life.
It then begins to go into the very few details they know about you. They obviously didn’t do their research because you swear if they did, they would come across your Linked In profile and find that you were an Art Director. But in the article, they were basically just trying to say that you weren’t famous like Alexa and Arielle.
Most of what the article then went into was just background information on you and Alex and all the times you’d been photographed together in the past.
The new information did make you want to laugh though. The article wrote:
Turner was spotted today with Y/L/N at Malibu beach. The pair have been rumoured to be in an on and off relationship that’s spanned the last 9 years since Y/L/N first joined Arctic Monkeys back on their first UK and US tour. Whilst neither parties have ever commented about their relationship status, it seems from today’s encounter that things between the couple may have heated up since the last time they were spotted together in early 2014.
The Arctic Monkeys’ fans seem to love the idea of the couple being together and maybe from today’s activities, the couple have given them hope once more. However, Turner is known for his privacy so it’s unlikely that we will know more until they are spotted again.
As you read, you saw a photo of you both in the sea with your arms wrapped around Alex neck. It was from the second time in the sea when you were both splashing about and he wouldn’t stop getting you, so you clung to him to get him to stop.
You also see a picture in the article that definitely didn’t come from any paparazzi. There was a picture of you and Alex walking down the busy streets of LA together hand in hand and you sighed.
It was a cute picture but the writing underneath it just made you wish a fan hadn’t taken the picture. The article was just twisting the situation entirely.
The couple were also spotted a few hours later roaming around LA hand in hand. The twitter user didn’t divulge any information on the pair, but the image does make the possibility of a rekindled relationship between Turner and Y/L/N look promising.
All you could say was that you were thankful you were half cut out of the picture because whoever had taken it had obviously been a fan of Alex’s.
There were more pictures of you messing about in the sea laughing together too and there’s more of you both walking back to your towels on the beach. It’s scary to think you hadn’t even seen anyone taking pictures of you. It made you feel a bit weird about the times you’d left your stuff in your bag when you both went out.
“Wow who knew me trying not to get splashed would be proof of a relationship” You say as you scroll back up and look at the pictures again.
“That’s the first stage of a relationship Y/N, how did you not know?” Matt asks you sarcastically and you laugh.
You reread the whole thing again and you just decide to not let it get to you, even though it was a bit annoying. You never hid any part of your life and your social media proved that, so you didn’t understand why you were being speculated about.
“Well at least my tits look good in all the pictures” You say as you save the pictures onto your computer.
“Never noticed Y/N/N” Matt said and when you looked up at him you could see him trying not to laugh.
You smirk up at him, “Whatever Matthew, I know you were looking”
“Bre said that” Matt chuckles
You laughed, “Did she really?”
Matt nodded and grinned at you. “Not getting jealous I hope?” You ask him.
“No don’t worry she was complimenting them as well. That’s how it came up” Matt tells you and you can’t help but giggle.
“Love it” You laughed before putting your laptop on the floor and standing up.
You sigh again and get your phone out of your back pocket before saying, “Alex I’m posting a picture of you on Instagram”
“Oh god, which one?” Alex says looking up at you.
“Just the one from the beach” You tell him as you bring the picture of him up that you liked the best.
He looked so cute, yet he looked like he could take you there and then in the picture. You loved it, so you were quite happy he didn’t mind you putting it up.
You didn’t bother with a filter as the light had already been caught in a really pretty way. And because you were in a funny yet marginally pissed off mood with the tabloids again, you posted the photo with the caption.
Boyfriend apparently.
You through your phone down onto the sofa just having enough of it as you pick your laptop up off the floor. You start pacing as you looked back through the article that was actually quite funny.
You shook your head as you read back through it and let out a sigh once you’d finished it again.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked you, taking up your attention again.
You looked to him and smiled, “Yeah I’m fine. Just funny ain’t it?”
“You can be pissed off at it. They shouldn’t be assuming things” Alex tells you.
“It’s honestly fine. They could be saying a lot worse” You say as you close it, putting it down on the sofa that Matts sat on.
“That’s true” Matt agrees looking at you.
“Yeah, they could have said I was in a relationship with Miles” You joke and scrunch your face up.
Both Matt and Alex laughed at that and you got up and started pacing the room.
They both already knew you were about to start venting your feelings. You always did the same thing when you were trying to get your point across to someone.
“It’s just a little annoying because I’m literally an open book online. I post things about myself and my opinions that people don’t even want to know. So even if we were going out, why would I even contemplate hiding it?” You sigh.
You turn to Alex fully and say “It’s not like you’re pig ugly and I’d be ashamed to be seen with you”
He smiles at you and he seems like he’s about to say something, but Matt gets in there first.
“Yeah to be fair if any reporter or whatever actually bothered to find your account they would see how much shit you chat and just realise that if it was real you’d probably post it before even Alex knew you were a thing” He laughs.
You and Alex laughed at that. Matt knew you so well.
You nod, “I agree. It just baffles me. Like yeah, fair enough, you guys don’t have a great deal of social media but if you’re writing a fucking article about me as well, at the very least they could look me up first”
Your rant continues with you saying, “Like fucking hell, come on Alex let’s go for a shag because we may as well now you’re officially my boyfriend again”
“I mean it’s a cross I’ll bare” Alex looks at you with a grin.
You chuckle and grin back before carrying on, “Honestly it stresses me out. I feel a twitter rant coming on” You rub your temples as you sit down on the arm of the sofa that Matt was on.
“Do it” Alex tells you but then your all interrupted.
Your phone started to ring, and the song was Crying Lightning, so you knew it was Y/B/F calling. Alex picks up your phone goes to hand it to you, but you just tell him to answer it.
Alex did so and immediately put it on speaker for you. You were about to say hello, but Y/B/F got in there with her opening statement first.
“Are you fucking Alex Turner and haven’t told me? Like are you actually sucking his dick and haven’t told me anything about it? You actual slag” She said and you knew she was joking about the slag bit.
However, your jaw was on the ground as soon as she started speaking. You looked to Alex holding your phone and you couldn’t even formulate a sorry or a joke to say.
“Hello to you too” You say in disbelief.
Y/B/F scoffs, “Don’t hello me, you snake. Are you shagging Alex Turner and haven’t told me or not?”
“Jesus. Do you not think that you are the first person I would tell if I actually did considering you’re fucking obsessed with him” You try and defend yourself.
“I’m obsessed with him? Okay, okay…” She says knowing full well that you were the obsession. Least she didn’t call you out on it.
She continues on, “Well, tell me why I’m reading things and seeing fucking adorable pictures of the two of you and you’re not sucking his dick? Because maybe you should be doing considering you’re in an ‘on and off relationship’” She starts giggling. Her joking annoyed persona failing miserably.
“Yeah Y/N, maybe you should. Get on your knees” Alex says, nodding towards the ground in front of him and you laugh.
“Wow peer pressure” You chuckle as you stand up to take your phone off him.
“But later Al, when Matt’s gone home” You wink at him with a smile.
Matt laughs at this as you return yourself to the arm of his sofa and wait for Y/B/F to start talking again.
“Honestly these pictures are the cutest thing ever. Please marry him” She coos over the phone. You can tell she’s got them up again and she’s looking at them.
“I don’t think one cute picture validates marriage Y/B/F” You tell her. Although you wish it did.
“But I really wanna be a maid of honour” She groans in a strop.
You smile at that thought, “You will be my maid of honour one day. I just need to meet my boyfriend first”
“Fuck that” She tells you “You met him in high school. You’re marrying Alex… Aw no, but if you marry him, you’ll have to change your song so you can’t”
“That’s true” You smile at her whirlwind of her speaking her mind.
“Which song? And why do you need to change it?” Alex asks you.
You chuckle at that before you look to your boys and say, “I’ve said for years that I was always going to ask you guys to perform Baby I’m Yours for the first dance at my wedding”
“Ah yeah. Can’t really have that song if you’ll be dancing with him” Matt said, and you thought to yourself ‘unfortunately not’.
“You could get Miles to sing it though” Y/B/F purposes.
“Can you stop planning mine and Alex’s wedding please” You laugh and look to Alex who’s already chuckling.
“Sorry it’s already planned out in my head. These pictures are fucking adorable” She tells you and you can just envision her sat in her spot on your settee at home scrolling though the article.
“Did I send you the other pictures of us from the night out the other day?” You ask her as you start routing through your camera roll.
“Oh my god no. Why do you think it’s okay to deprive me of that content? How dare you take more than one picture and not send me them all” She asks, and she sounds cute offended.
“Sorry hun I was on the pull. You weren’t the first thing on my mind” You say as you press send on the pictures.
“I’ve just sent them” You tell her, and you send them all to Alex too, knowing that he’d more than likely want the pictures of him and Miles.
She gasps down the phone, “Oh my god. You look like a rocker couple”
You laugh at that and then look to Alex. He’s also chuckling away but then Y/B/F carried on saying, “You look like you would fuck each other so good”
You almost choke on your words and you start talking high pitched as you say, “You’re on speaker” Your embarrassment was evident as you looked away from Alex as soon as she said it.
“Well I’m just telling the truth. I would fuck the two of you so hard” She groans down the phone.
“Please stop” You plead, your cheeks getting hotter and you’re not being able to look at either of the boys in the room. Your head just hangs in shame as you look at the blank phone in your lap.
“How would that even work?” Matt asks and you head whips up and you shake your head.
“Do not encourage this” You tell him sternly.
You look to Alex though and he’s just grinning at you. You can’t hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, you have to look away.
“Believe me Matt, it would work” Y/B/F assures him through the phone and you sigh unlocking your phone again.
“Right shut up and look at this instead” You say before sending her the picture of Alex and Miles together.
“Holy fuck. Nah you can fuck right off Y/N, I wanna be in that sandwich instead” She says and you laugh.
Matt shakes his head and asks, “What’s she on about now?”
“Al and Miles the other night” You say bringing the picture up again and she
“Don’t you fucking dare tweet that picture out” Alex tells you making you look to him again and you can see he’s not joking.
“I wasn’t going to” You smile assuring him that the new album was safe with you. You wouldn’t even tell Y/B/F.
Y/B/F then has the bright idea to yell down the phone, “She might not, but I might”
“No Y/B/F you actually can’t” You say seriously almost panicking that she might have already posted it somewhere.
“Why not? It’s fucking adorable” She asks. You agree with her that it is adorable but you can’t have the pictures of them going out from your account.
You plead with her, “Just please don’t post it anywhere”
“Why not? What am I missing? Why is them being together such a big deal? They are best friends” She rambles obviously digging for information.
“Just don’t because they will never let me take their picture again. Privacy is important to them… And for the record I think Matt’s his best friend” You say trying to steer the subject away.
“Matt’s his best friend my arse. You don’t sing together like that if yo-“ She starts but then she goes silent.
“They fucking sing together... Am I getting a last shadow puppets two?” Y/B/F clocks on and you want to die.
Your eyes widen in immediate panic and you look to Alex needing help. He looks like he’s just been let down and you feel awful.
Matt leans over and grabs your phone off you to try and distract her as Alex stands up grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen so you can’t be overheard from her on the phone.
“I swear I didn’t say anything. I promise you. I told you I wouldn’t, and I swear to god I’ve told her nothing you’ve told me” You ramble quietly as you enter the kitchen feeling extremely bad. You had that feeling like you were about to be told that you didn’t have a friend anymore and that scared the shit out of you.
“Y/N/N stop panicking” Alex tells you shaking his head. You looked petrified and you didn’t need to be at all.
“It’s okay” He smiles assuring you everything is fine.
“It’s not though is it, because she’s just fucking guessed it and it’s my fault” You say extremely fast and you can feel yourself panicking.
“Y/N” Alex says putting his hands on your shoulders. “Breathe” He smiles before tucking a stray strand of hair behind you ear.
“Is she the same friend who found out about Suck it And See and AM?” Alex asked you once you completely his order.
“Yeah” You nod.
You remembered those old conversations well. You’d already pre-warned Alex several times before you left your bedroom that he shouldn’t bring up any album information whilst you went out and got a drink from the kitchen. You couldn’t make a cup of tea easily and still chat to him whilst you did it, so you had to put him on speaker.
He’d obviously forgotten this, and he spilt the beans about the Suck It And See’s release date. And near the end of 2012 he’d done the exact same thing whilst you were on speaker phone in your car with her when he mentioned how AM was coming together nicely.
“She’s the same Y/B/F?” He double checked and you nodded.
“Then it doesn’t matter. I’ll tell her myself” Alex tells you.
You shake your head immediately, “Al no it’s fine, I’ll just make something up later and throw her off it”
“I can’t expect you to keep that big of a secret for the next year, can I? That’s not fair to you. I know you could easily do it like you’ve done for everything else, but it’s not fair” He tells you
“Alex” You start to protest but he silences you.
“Do you trust her?” He asks you.
You quickly tells him, “It doesn’t matter if I trust her it’s your m-“
But you’re interrupted.
“Do you trust her?” Alex asks you again.
“With my life” You tell him. “But that doesn’t mean you should tell her anything”
“I trust you… And if you trust her, that’s good enough for me” Alex tells you. “And she’s kept secrets before, so you can obviously keep her in line” Alex grins and you chuckle.
Alex walks back into the lounge and he silently asks for the phone from Matt by holding his hand out. You follow him in, and you can hear Y/B/F still waffling away about whatever Matt had occupied her mind with.
Alex takes the phone off speaker though and puts it too his ear. “Hey Y/B/F”
“Yeah hey, so that picture…” Alex starts off and then you watch as he looks towards the TV listening to whatever Y/B/F is asking.
“Well because it could stir up some interest and we don’t want any of that quite yet” Alex tells her truthfully.
Alex smiles at what she’s saying and replies, “If I said that you were would you refrain from posting it for me?”
“Well you are” Alex grins and looks towards you. “Very serious. You can ask your best friend about it. She’s heard some songs”
“You’re very welcome” Alex chuckles after a while, looking around the room whilst Y/B/F speaks.
“Right. I see” Alex then starts grinning at you and you get nervous.
You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. He shakes his head at you laughing as he silently tells you not to worry.
“Well I’ll be sure to tell her that later” He smiles, and you decide that you don’t like only hearing one side of a conversation.
Soon enough they are saying bye to each other on the phone and Alex passed you your phone back.
“What was she saying?” You asked worriedly.
Alex chuckled at that before putting a hand over his mouth to stop himself. “Nothing, don’t worry about it”
Even when Matt left after you’d both eaten you asked him again. But Alex Turner treated information like it was nuclear codes. Under lock and key all the time and you’d probably never get to hear them.
You ended up texting Y/B/F asking what was said because you knew there was no way Alex would be telling you.
And you wanted to die of embarrassment when her text came through.
You got flustered knowing that was what she promised him, no matter how much you may have wanted to do it. You couldn’t believe your best friend had promised it him.
I said that as a thank you I’d make you give him the best blowjob of his life and that you weren’t allowed to be nasty to him and make him wait when you did xx
So Y/N…
Instead of getting on your dancing shoes
Get on your knees, you sexy little swine xxx
~*~*~*~
The following days were really fun for you. You and Alex thankfully were no different around each other and you both joked around with each other a lot and the flirting was definitely still there.
Because of the whole article thing you both played on the relationship joke a lot. Which was quite nice for you to say the least.
It started off the day after when you just knew Alex wasn’t expecting the joke from last night to carry on. But you did and he was pleasantly surprised by it
“So boyfriend, what are you cooking me for tea?” You ask him nonchalantly, as you scroll past a food post on Instagram.
“Boyfriend ey?” Alex asks you.
You look around at him and note that he’s got a cute grin on his face and you smile to match it.
You shrug and tell him, “I mean that’s what you are apparently so imma embrace it”
“Okay then” Alex laughed as he got himself up off the settee.
“Why are you laughing? I read it online so it’s obviously true” You smile as you watch his movements as he circles around the sofa.
Alex grinned at that playfully replied, “So what would you like me to make for you, girlfriend?”
“Something spicy” You fire back with a touch of flirtiness to it as you look back towards the TV.
“I can whip you up something spicy upstairs if you want?” Alex says as he walks around the sofa you in and traps you in a loving headlock.
You let out a little amused him at that.
“Are actual whips involved? Because I’m down for that” You tease back trying to look around at him.
Alex lowly chuckles down your ear which makes you smirk. “Oh, next year’s gunna be good” He meets your eyes and grins as he lets you go.
“What do you mean next year? We’ve been doing this the past nine Al” You joke with him as he walks into the kitchen and you hear him laugh.
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Tarlos college AU? Maybe Owen is a professor? Thank you!
I’m very sorry for the delay, nonnie. But this took on a life of its own. Please note this is an explicit fic.
The Subtle Art of Seduction
“Here we goooo! Shots for everyone and a non-alcoholic drink for Marjan!” Paul screamed, bringing over 3 shots and a small drink glass to their table. The bar was packed with returning seniors, a whole bunch of grad students, and even a few sturdy underclassmen. Their usual table had thankfully been empty and the small group of friends had descended as soon as they all returned to campus.
They had all congregated the first night of returning to campus, happy to be in each other’s company. Paul, Marjan, Mateo, and TK were all in their last year of undergrad, and the summer before had been busy with internships for everyone.
TK toasted the shots and took the pull, relishing in the burn of alcohol down his throat. He elbowed Marjan, who was happy with the non-alcoholic drink in her hand.
“So this is it, Marwani. We’re in the penultimate semester,” he started, smirking at his friend. “Are you finally going to make a move?”
Marjan rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh, so I’m sure you’ll be fine with Suzie hanging out in Bilal’s room tonight,” TK responded. He knew he was being a little shit, but they were in their final year and he wasn’t going to let this go. He had watched Marjan quietly pine over a classmate for years now, and he wasn’t going to let her watch from a distance as Bilal got seduced by some other girl.
Marjan’s face said everything about how she felt about TK’s words. “There is no way Bilal is going to go for a lush like Suzie! He’s too worried about his summer internship to be that distracted.” TK grinned. After three years of being classmates and friends, TK knew exactly what buttons to push, and Marjan always fell for it.
“You have only a few months, maybe six months at the most to tell him how you feel,” TK said. Mateo piped up from the other side of the table, “this is your last chance, babe.”
Marjan groaned loudly. “Well what about pretty boy over here?” she said, pointing at TK. “He hasn’t gone out with a single person since the end of freshman year.”
Paul nodded his head so hard, TK wanted to call him a bobble head. “Yeah bro, we haven’t seen you do anything with anyone for two years now!”
TK groaned dramatically. “Yeah well the dating pool ain’t all that deep here at UT Austin. But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about our girl here being brave.”
Mateo and Marjan looked at TK with a glint in their eyes that has spelled trouble since all four of them were grouped for a Psych project in the first semester of freshman year.
Back then it was all about being as reckless as possible, knowing TK was the son of Professor Owen Strand, and at eighteen that was the level of authority fit for rebellion.
But then TK’s dad was appointed as the college dean, Alex, his boyfriend of a year broke up with him, and the rebellious phase ended abruptly right after.
His friends were still staring at him, “what what?” he asked.
Everyone smiled at him in a way that promised trouble. Marjan was the one who spoke up, “I’ll ask Bilal out if you ask out a hottie tonight.” From the mirroring smiles on Paul and Mateo’s faces, TK knew he was going to be outnumbered here. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands. If this is what got Marjan to finally make a move, then he would happily take one for the team.
“I know you all think I’m some type of prude now, but you know what Marjan, you’re on,” he said with a smirk of his own.
Clearly he had the number of every one of his friends, because they all stopped smiling, staring at him with wide eyes.
“We’re on?” Mateo asked.
“Yep,” TK responded, making sure to sound the p with an extra obnoxious pop. “I’ll definitely ask out a guy tonight, and then Marjan gets to ovary up and ask Bilal out.”
“And we pick who you ask!” Paul interjected. TK glared at him, but refused to back down. He was on a mission that night.
“Fine, you pick who I ask,” he said, with only lightly gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes at Mateo and Paul high-fiving, and smirked at Marjan who was looking only a little frazzled. “What do you say, Marwani?”
TK hadn’t seen Marjan back down from a challenge in three years, so he was gratified to not be proven wrong. “You’re on, pretty boy,” Marjan said, “let’s go find you a hottie!”
***
TK approached the guy standing at the bar, with his back towards TK. A soft looking brown leather jacket, and sinfully tight black jeans were all TK could see, but he had to hand it to his friends - they didn’t pick wrong.
“Buy me a pizza?” he said to the stranger with an ass to bounce a quarter off of. The stranger turned and TK almost took a step back. The guy was a certifiable hottie, and suddenly TK was a lot more invested in the bet.
“Excuse me?” the handsome stranger asked with a little confused smile, showing off perfect cheekbones.
“I said buy me a pizza, handsome stranger,” TK responded, a little bewildered at the words tumbling out of his mouth.
The lovely and still handsome stranger raised an eyebrow, “and why should I buy you a pizza?”
“How else would we get to know each other before the sex?”
The stranger’s eyes darkened as he took a moment to check TK out from head to toe, and TK felt heat thrumming through him. This was going to be easier than he thought.
“Or we could skip the pizza and you could take me to your place right now,” he said, knowing he had won this round.
***
TK barely heard the door slamming behind them, too busy kissing the beautiful stranger while also trying to get his shirt off. The kisses had started out tentative, slow, and awkward, but hadn’t stayed that way too long. By the time they’d reached the guy’s apartment, TK was vibrating with need. He couldn’t stop touching the guy, hands moving up and down the expanse of a strong, broad back. TK felt dizzy with desire, moving to pull at the guy’s pants, even as his own shirt was unbuttoned and thrown away faster than a blink.
“I’m TK,” he panted between biting kisses, “what’s your name?”
The guy pulled back and smirked at him. “Carlos. Glad you asked, so you’ll be screaming the right name tonight.”
Fuck the guy, Carlos, and his husky gravelly voice. TK groaned as he felt teeth on his collarbone, closing his eyes as Carlos walked him back towards a giant couch. When Carlos pulled off his own shirt in one smooth move, TK almost saw stars, working to take the rest of his clothes off even faster. The man was built like a brick house - all hard angles and strong muscles. He moved to cover TK with his entire body, kissing - deep, heated kisses - and TK felt like he’s on fire from the inside. He pushed Carlos back for a second, just enough to breathe for a moment and look at Carlos - eyes dark and hungry.
“Sit back,” TK ordered, and Carlos fumbled to comply, pushing his back onto the couch.
TK made quick work of crawling up Carlos’ body and peeling off his boxer briefs, kissing the sensitive skin inside the thighs.
“TK,” Carlos groaned, making TK smile, and he quickly licked at the leaking slit. Carlos shot out a hand behind him to grip the back of the couch, a long moan ripping through him. TK wanted to take his time, he felt a little giddy at the taste, at Carlos’ reaction. But his own cock was so hard he felt dizzy, and he gripped the base of Carlos’ cock tightly, taking as much of it in his mouth as he could.
Carlos moaned something indistinct as TK continued to move his mouth over his cock, moving his free hand to stroke the soft skin behind his balls. He felt bold, but he wasn’t sure if Carlos would take kindly to his assumptions about opening Carlos up. He decided to take a chance, moving to remove his mouth from Carlos’ cock with an obscene pop and a trail of saliva shining bright.
“Lube?” he asked, figuring it was the safest way to get an answer. He wasn’t even done with the thought process before a packet of lube was slapped on his palm, and he wasted no time getting his fingers slick.
“TK, TK, come on,” Carlos chanted, as TK swirled his tongue around the head, easing up so he could press it flat against the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing along the vein. He kept up the torture while pressing his fingers against Carlos’ hole, getting it slick, feeling two of his fingers slide in easily. A low and fervent fuck was the only response he got, as he pulled up to see Carlos gone all glassy eyed, flushed and breathing hard, as TK pulled up and stroked him in rhythm with the press of his fingers inside Carlos.
“You wanna come for me, handsome?” TK purred, actually purred, bewildered by his own body’s response to Carlos. Carlos just made a choked off little moan and suddenly TK’s hand was full of come. Carlos just moaned and whimpered his way into post-orgasm sensitivity.
“You’re really good at that,” Carlos slurred a little, pushing his legs apart to give TK’s fingers inside him even more access.
“Come here,” he asked, pulling at TK’s shoulders until TK chuckled and moved up, sliding up Carlos’ body to kiss him slow and measured. Which turned into a deep groan as he guided his cock into Carlos’ ass. The tight heat of Carlos, the sliding slick sweat between them, miles and miles of responsive body under him, all working to drive him insane.
“Please, please, please,” Carlos chanted, and TK could feel where he was half-hard already, and TK’s slow steady rhythm faltered. That voice was making him feel frantic.
“I got you, baby,” TK breathed into a slick collarbone, skin flush. The pace was tortuously slow for him too, on that knife-edge between so-good-it-hurt and hurt-because-it’s-so-good, and the room was almost oppressive in its heat and silence. The only sounds in the room were the whirring of the central air and the wrecked mess of their breathing, arrhythmic and shuddering.
He could feel himself losing it, the smooth glide of his hips going shaky and uncontrolled until he gave into the need, buried himself in Carlos and came. He felt Carlos’ sharp inhale and the clutch of his orgasm in addition to the slick heat buried between them.
He tried to roll them over but they ended up on the plush rug on the floor, and TK felt like he was just going to pass out for the rest of the night right there. But Carlos got up and went somewhere, coming back with a wet and warm towel to wipe him clean. What a gentleman.
“It’s late,” Carlos whispered, running his hands over TK’s side, tracing his tattoo. “You should stay.”
TK couldn’t find a fault in the logic.
***
The blaring of the alarm almost made him throw his phone away. TK rolled over in the hands-down most comfortable bed he’d slept in, and snatched his phone before it could go off again. He looked and it seemed to say 7am. Holy fuck.
He jumped up and ran around the room, grabbing every item of his clothing he could find. He saw Carlos roll over and stare at him with such warm and sleep filled eyes, he almost said fuck it and climbed back into bed.
“You pulling a runner, handsome?” Carlos asked, voice just as sleepy and warm as the rest of him. TK wanted so badly to not leave.
But the memory of Prof. Blake’s academic requirements blared loudly in his head. She would kill him with extra work if he was late to the first day.
“I’m so sorry, but I have a class at 8, and my professor is a hard ass,” he said, trying to be as apologetic as possible.
For some reason, Carlos sat up in bed. “Oh shit, so do I,” he said, jumping up to grab a pair of boxer-briefs.
He was kind enough to give TK an extra toothbrush but TK still needed to grab coffee, so he just pushed a kiss against Carlos’ lips and took off for campus.
He had to actually skip coffee so he would make it in time for the class, and his whole body and brain were screaming at him by the time he got in the room. Paul and Marjan were already seated, and Mateo was making his way over. TK walked over and dropped in the chair so gracelessly, he almost tumbled off, only saved by Marjan’s quick hand on his sweatshirt.
“Walk of shame, Strand,” Marjan said, a smirk firmly on her face. “I’m astounded.”
“All’s fair in war, Marwani. Now pay up,” he said, a smirk of his own aimed at her. Marjan’s smirk dropped, and she glared as TK stared at Bilal walking up to sit in front of their row. Who said TK couldn’t do a good deed, and be dicked six ways to Sunday. The next five minutes were an exercise in sheer delight, watching Marjan steel herself, play with her scarf for a full thirty seconds, and then finally tap Bilal on the shoulder.
“Hey Marwani,” Bilal turned, with a smile that had turned TK’s stomach upside down back in freshman year. Now he was happy to sit back and watch his best friend work her magic.
“So hey, I was thinking,” Marjan started, voice oddly high. “Watchu doin on Friday?”
Bilal’s jaw almost dropped. “Are you…asking me out?”
Marjan’s shoulders immediately rose, and TK saw Paul move forward at the same time he did. If they had to beat up a really good looking guy for insulting his best friend, TK was ready to throw down.
“What if I was?” Marjan said.
Bilal threw his head back and laughed. “I have been trying for three whole years to get the courage to ask you out. But you beat me to that too.” His smile was brighter than the sun, and both TK and Paul slumped back in their chairs. TK was never going to let Marjan forget that giggle that came out of her as a response. He elbowed her, knowing how happy she was, and knowing they were absolutely going to be discussing her date plans.
Dr. Blake walked in at exactly seven fifty nine am, and the resulting commotion lay an end to the most satisfying morning scene. Dr. Blake walked up to the front of the class, and started the projector, sharing her laptop screen and tacking on her lapel mic.
“Welcome back seniors,” she started. “All of you should know the drill of this class by now, so I won’t bore you by going over the details again. But there’s one change I want to talk about today.” She moved to stand in front of the class. “You all know Nancy has moved back to New York to take professorship at NYU.” A few boos echoed at the name, and Dr. Blake smiled at that. “Yes yes we hate them yanks. But this means I have a new TA, and he’s going to be running everything with an iron fist.” She motions to a figure sitting in the very corner of the front row, and TK can’t help but feel a strong sense of familiarity staring at that profile.
The figure stood up to turn and wave at the class. TK felt the blood drain from his entire face, and from the Marjan had clutched his arm in a death like grip, he wasn’t the only one shocked.
“Say hello to your new TA, Carlos Reyes, everyone,” Dr. Blake said.
TK was fucked.
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we burned down our paper house
"Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic."
Scenes from a lost decade.
Chapter 3 of 4
On AO3
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Early 2010
Michael sighed and leaned back on the chair, shoulders slumped and mouth pressed in a hard line. He stared at the e-mail he'd just gotten from Alex and did his best not to scream in frustration.
Leave wasn't approved. Sorry.
Short and to the point, just like the last dozen or so e-mails had been in the past few months.
Alex's tone had become almost impatient with him, his e-mails shorter and shorter. It'd gotten to the point where getting three long sentences out of Alex were cause for celebration. To Michael, it seemed like he was pulling away from him, little by little, and it hurt. It hurt, because he didn't know what he'd done wrong and so he had no idea how to fix it.
Did I do something wrong? He deleted the question the minute he wrote it out and held his head in his hands. They didn't talk about their relationship on here- or anywhere, he added bitterly in his head.
He stared at the blank page in front of him and after a minute of silent staring at the screen, he sighed, resigned. His fingers hovered over the keyboard and he thought of all the things he wanted to tell him. That he missed how they used to talk, missed his dry, yet hilarious sense of humor. Michael missed him, most of all and he wondered if he should hold onto the hope that he could ever get to have him.
Late 2011
Michael overheard Maria talking on the phone and nearly spilled his beer when he heard her mention Alex. He listened closely and his excitement hit the roof when she mentioned that he'd finished his first tour.
Maybe this meant he would get out of the air force altogether. Maybe he would finally get back because he had to have gotten a good amount of days for a leave. That night, he barely managed to sleep, too many thoughts warring with each other in his head.
The next day, he waited for an email, a visit, anything. But nothing came.
A week passed, and he didn't hear anything from Alex.
Hey, Alex, I just heard your tour is over? Why didn't you tell me? And when are you coming home?
The next day, he was the first person at the library. Mrs. Jamison gave him a weird look but didn't comment as he followed her in and waited patiently until she gave him the all clear to use the computer.
He hurriedly logged into his e-mail and sighed in relief when he found a message in his inbox.
"I'm not coming back, Guerin. I'm sorry."
Michael had been expecting this for months now. He'd known it was coming, had felt in his bones even, but that didn't make it hurt any less than a stab in the heart. He felt the sting of tears and sniffled pathetically.
He didn't know how he managed it when his mind was in such a numb haze, but he logged out and turned the computer off, then left the library and drove home.
I'm not coming back.
What little hope for them he'd managed to hold onto for the past couple of years vanished and he tried desperately to convince himself that it was for the best.
He was, predictably, unsuccessful.
Mid 2012
"Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Michael?"
Michael snorted and then giggled, pitching forward in Max's arms. Max caught him just before he fell face-first on the ground and grunted as he pulled him up.
"Seriously, why?"
Michael blinked drowsily at him. "What?"
Max huffed. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"
"I didn't do anything to myself. Thing 1 and Thing 2 did."
Max was unimpressed. "You punched the guy. Unprovoked."
Michael shrugged, or, he would've, if Max's hand wasn't like an anchor around his shoulders. He resisted the urge to lean into his brother and just made a vauge noise that he let Max interpret.
Max lowered him on the bench in the drunk tank and to Michael's surprise, he didn't leave. He crouched down in front of him and sighed. "What is it about today, huh?"
Michael shut his eyes tightly. "Nothing."
"Michael, I know things between us aren't the best right now, but you can talk to me, okay?"
He stayed silent, bit his tongue to stop the words clawing at his throat from escaping. He heard Max sigh and waited until he heard the cell door close quietly. Then,
"I miss him."
Late 2013
"I think Noah wants to have a baby."
Michael blinked at Isobel. "I think it's too early for this."
She huffed and all but forced her way through the door. She delicately lifted the edge of his crumbled blanket and slid it to the side. "What do I do?"
He shook his head and lifted his head up to look at the ceiling. "Maybe tell him you're not ready?"
"And what if I am?"
Her whispered confession hit him in the chest like a truck and he struggled with keeping his own feelings about this subject buried and to just focus on himself.
"What's stopping you, then?"
She scoffed. "Maybe that I'm an alien? That I know nothing about my own body? That I could be bringing a child with powers freakier than ours into this world? It's too- it would be too risky, and I- I can't tell him about any of this, so I'm stuck."
He sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders, drawing her into his arms. "I'm really sorry, Iz."
"Yeah," she sniffled. "Yeah, me too." She wiped her eyes and seemed to pull herself together in the snap of a finger, and Michael marveled at her strength. "Tell me about your date with Janet."
Michael pulled a face. "We were talking about you."
She gave him an unimpressed look. "And now we're talking about you. Keep up."
He rolled his eyes, but gave in. "It was fine."
She glared. He sighed.
"This is the third date I've set you up on, Michael," she reminded him. "You really didn't like any of them?"
He shrugged. "I guess they just weren't-" Alex, his mind supplied, "-my type."
Isobel raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Your type is anything that breathes. If you're going to lie to me, do better than that."
"Fine. I'm just not feeling it."
She searched his face, and to Michael's surprise, her face softened. "There's something you're not telling me."
Michael said nothing.
"You're hurting."
I'm always hurting.
Isobel rested her head on his shoulder. "It's gonna get better, Michael."
I really fucking hope so.
Mid 2014
Michael stared at Max's TV in silent terror, the words 'bombing' and 'air force base' and '12 servicemen killed and 56 injured' leaving him paralyzed with fear.
"Shit," Max cursed, eyes on the screen, then on Michael. There was a weird look on his face as he watched him, but Michael honestly couldn't muster the energy to try to find out what it meant.
So he sat on Max's couch, he stared at the now black screen of the TV and tried not to imagine Alex in a body bag, or in a hospital bed, or bleeding out in a desert miles and miles away.
That night, for the first time in four, almost five, years, he called him. The phone rang and rang and rang, but there was no answer.
That night, Michael slept with the phone pressed to his heart, hoping it would ring.
It never did.
Late 2015
Michael was three drinks in and spoiling for a fight when he walked in.
He forgot to breathe, everyone in the room but him disappeared and Michael could only watch.
He watched as he kept his head down and avoided eye contact with anyone.
He watched him give a polite, and obviously fake, smile to anyone who ignored his very apparent discomfort and decided to engage him in a conversation.
He watched him walk, he watched him breathe and he wanted nothing more than to go to him, drag him away and check for himself that he was whole, that he was still his Alex.
Drink now forgotten, Michael's eyes never strayed away from Alex's form, in fear that he'd actually lost it and had imagined him here.
As if drawn to him by some unknown force, Alex's eyes found his and Michael stopped breathing yet again. His whole body stiffened and he waited for the frost in the airman's eyes to melt, waited for the sharp edges of him to soften. It took a minute, but it eventually happened.
Alex's eyes softened and his shoulders drooped a little bit. His head tilted to the side, and that was enough for Michael. He stood, rather abruptly, and slowly sauntered out of the bar, feeling his eyes follow him all the way to the door.
He hurried to his truck, hands shaking and heart beating a mile a minute. When he got in, he put the key in the ignition and then settled both his hands on the steering wheel, squeezing it tightly.
When the bar door banged open and Alex stepped out, Michael could finally breathe.
Alex got into a black SUV, started driving, and Michael followed without question, unable to think of anything than this:
Alex is alive. Alex is here and he's breathing and, against all odds, he still wants me after five years.
It took him more than it should've to recognize where Alex was driving, and when his airstream came into view, Michael smiled to himself.
He waited for Alex to get out of his car before he did the same and then they just stood and stared at each other with only a few feet of space separating them.
Years lay heavy between them, yet despite that, Michael still felt lighter than he had in years.
He didn't know who made the first move, but only a few seconds later, Alex was in his arms and his lips were on his.
Michael wanted to suspend time. He wanted to stay in this moment, right here, for all of eternity.
Alex pulled away and Michael tightened his hold on him, too afraid that he might have changed his mind. Alex's hands found his shoulders and Michael's found his waist. He wanted to pull him closer, to hug him, but he didn't know if that was allowed anymore.
He wanted to ask him why he cut off all communications five years ago, wanted to tell him how much it hurt to lose touch with him so suddenly. He wanted to ask what he'd done wrong, what he could have done to fix things. Most of all, he wanted to tell him that he'd missed him with a ferocity that had scared him, but never surprised him.
Alex pulled him in before he could utter a word, though, and Michael forgot about all the things he wanted to say, forgot his own name, and got lost in Alex's touch.
Michael grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him inside, and Alex went with it, laughing softly at his obvious eagerness. The first kiss was fast and hard and was nothing more than an eager clash of teeth. Alex winced and Michael's fingers came up to stroke his cheeks and he brushed his lips brushed against Alex's in apology.
Alex wrapped his arms around Michael's shoulder and pulled him closer. Michael went willingly.
Their second kiss was slower, more gentle and Alex's lips were soft against his, pliant. Michael's hands drifted up from the airman's shoulders to his neck and after they pulled away for breath, he pulled him in again. This kiss was deeper, open-mouthed and filthy and he must have made his intentions clear with it because Alex, with a tight grip on his waist, led him onto the narrow bed.
They stumbled and laughed along the way, and suddenly, it felt as if no time had passed. He was settled, in a way he hadn't been for years.
And it was because he was finally in Alex's arms again.
Michael all but threw him onto the bed, then crawled in beside him. They lay there, trading lazy kisses, for what felt like hours.
Michael wished he could stay in this moment forever.
When Michael's hands drifted under Alex's shirt, and the kisses went back to being heated, Alex eagerly sat up and yanked his shirt off. And Michael just watched him; the ripple of toned muscles, the nimble, elegant fingers. When Alex caught him looking, he softened further and pulled him in close. Their foreheads touched and Michael saw Alex close his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn't close his, not when he still wasn't sure whether or not this was a dream. Ever so slowly, Alex leaned forward and tucked his face into Michael's neck. Michael closed his eyes. He expected Alex to place a kiss there, a bite, but instead, he just seemed to linger there, taking deep, controlled breaths. Michael let him, and pushed his face into Alex's hair. He breathed in and almost didn't want to exhale, just to keep the scent of him in his lungs for as long as possible.
Michael pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, his fingers combing Alex's hair. "Hey," he muttered softly.
Alex chuckled. "Hi."
"I missed you so much," he whispered.
Alex kept his head buried in Michael's neck but raised his hands to hug him tight. "Me too."
Michael danced his left hand from his neck to his shoulders and then down his chest. When he worked open the first button of Alex's jeans, Alex pulled away, but not before he pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
"I'm glad you came back," Michael rasped.
Alex answered him with a bruising kiss that left them both gasping for breath.
When Michael woke up, he was alone in his bed. A jolt of fear ran down his spine and he sat up in bed, looking around wildly. When he realized that what had woken him up was the click of the airstream door, he scrambled up, clumsily putting on his sweats as he all but ran out.
He caught up to Alex just before he reached his car. "What the hell, Alex?!"
Alex froze with his back to him, and Michael gripped his shoulder and forced him to turn around.
"Let go, Guerin."
"Not until you tell me why you're leaving."
"Fucking let go, now." His voice was dangerously low, and Michael resisted the urge to follow his command.
"So last night meant nothing, huh? Just a quick fuck, then?"
Alex shook his head, wrist still firmly in Michael's hand. Michael had no doubt that he could have easily broken free of his hold, but was choosing not to. "Last night shouldn't have happened. It was-"
"Don't." Michael let go of him and stepped back. "Don't you dare say it was a mistake."
Alex's eyes darted all over his face, as if he was drinking him in but then the shutters came down and his eyes were nearly vacant of all emotions. He seemed to steel himself before he spoke. "Goodbye, Michael."
"You're really gonna leave me again?" He sounded broken when he'd meant to sound angry, bitter, or even accusing.
He recieved nothing but silence as Alex tried to tug his door open with obviously shaking hands.
"Six years, Alex. I've spent six years missing you; wondering what I did wrong to make you decide I wasn't worth your time anymore. And I won't ask you about it. If you want to forget it, that's fine, but the least you could do is to at least fucking try."
"Try?"
"Yeah!" He exclaimed. "Give us a chance-"
"There is no us!" Alex exploded. "As long as you're here and I'm not, there can never be an us, Guerin."
"Then be here," Michael pleaded, desperation clawing at his throat. This was truly it. Alex was going to get in the car and drive away and Michael would probably not see him for another five years, if not more. "Would you please just stay?"
"I can't," he murmured, and the words were final. But- he wasn't leaving. He didn't get in his car and drive away; it gave Michael hope that maybe there was still a chance he could convince him to stay.
"Why not?"
"Because I reenlisted? Because I can't see myself coming back to this hellhole permanently and I don't think you'll leave, not even for me? Because this-" he grabbed a hold of Michael's left hand and lifted it up at eye level, "-will always be there as a reminder of what being with me has done to your life."
"Being with you is the only thing I want, Alex. Being with you has always made me happy." Your leaving was what destroyed me every time, he added silently.
"I ruined your life."
"My life was already ruined before you came along, darlin' ; you don't get to take credit for that."
Alex let out a sharp breath. "If you hadn't kissed me that day, if we hadn't gotten back to the shed, if my dad hadn't found us-"
Michael was stunned, because he'd never once thought Alex might have blamed himself for everything that went wrong in his life since the day Rosa died when he'd been the one bright thing in his life at that time. "I'd still be here, just without the ruined hand."
Alex looked skeptical. "You really believe that?"
"I know it, Alex."
He sniffled and nodded, jaw clenched tight. When he looked away, Michael didn't. He could practically see the wheels turning in his head and he waited him out. "It's not gonna be easy."
Michael's heart stopped for a good three seconds. "Wha-what?"
"It's not gonna be easy, being together. I leave again in a few days. We'll be seeing each other twice a year, maybe four times if we're lucky, for the next three years. Phone calls will be rare and-" Alex looked him right in the eye and Michael saw him swallow thickly. "No one in this town can know about us-"
Michael didn't let him finish. He dragged him in by the collar and fused their mouths together, kisses eager and deep.
"You're staying?"
Alex let out a shuddering breath. "I- I think so."
He sounded terrified.
Michael pulled away but kept his hands on either side of Alex's neck.
"It's gonna be okay, Alex."
Alex nodded hesitantly. "We're gonna be okay," he whispered, as if trying to convince himself. He all but fell into Michael's arms, and when his forehead settled on Michael's, he heard him make a sound that was almost a whimper. Alex clutched the back of his shirt in two tight grips that only seemed to tighten when Michael moved to pull away.
So he didn't.
He wrapped his arms around him and hid his smile in the airman's shoulder.
"We're gonna be great."
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This prompt is courtesy of Anonymous.
Malex together after the debacle with Maria and Forest but with Forest as the ‘If i can’t have you no one can’ guy
TW: kidnapping, drugging, possessive behavior.
***
Alex woke up in the passenger’s seat of a familiar car.
“Huh?” he croaked and tried to sit up only to find his wrists chained to the door handle. “What the –”
Alex’s words lodged in his throat when he looked to the seat beside him, and found Forrest driving.
Without looking at him, his composure as calm as ever, Forrest said, “Don’t get mad, okay?”
“What did you do?” Alex breathed as he tried to sit up, but he felt dizzy and slumped back in his seat.
“Careful,” Forrest growled. “The chloroform’s still in your system. You try to sit up too quickly and you’ll make yourself sick.”
“Chloro…” Alex started, and as he squirmed in his seat, his memory came back to him. He’d been outside the Crashdown Café, having just kissed Michael goodnight, and Forrest had come up to him, begging Alex to leave the cowboy and come back to him. Alex had been so shocked, he’d realized too late that Forrest had had a handkerchief in his hand. He’d wrapped his arms around Alex’s back, and Alex had thought he was trying to hug him, to hold onto him, when really –
“You drugged me?” Alex whispered.
Forrest’s hands on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenched. “I – I didn’t have a choice, you…” he huffed an agitated chuckle. “You just weren’t listening to me.”
“Michael – what’d you do to Michael?”
That was the wrong thing to say. Forrest slammed a hand on the steering wheel and the honk went off, the sound like an echo of screams in Alex’s head, making him flinch.
“DON’T SAY HIS NAME! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HIM!” Forrest trembled as he released a shaky sigh. “This… this is about us, okay? You and me. We always knew how to talk to each other better than anyone else did, right?”
Forrest kissed his fingers roughly and pressed them to Alex’s shoulder. He cupped Alex’s jaw with one hand, his thumb caressing his cheek.
“I’m sorry I yelled, baby,” he said. “I know – I know – you hate yelling. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I just… you’re the only really good thing I’ve ever had in my life. If I can’t have you,” he shook his head, and didn’t finish.
Alex couldn’t turn away from Forrest’s touch. All it made him want to do was cry. This was the man he had curled up against on his own couch, the man he’d spent countless nights in the bunker with, the man who brought him food and drinks when Alex forgot to eat, the man who had kissed Alex as if there could never have been a choice between Alex and anyone else. The man who showed Alex what it felt like to really be loved. Alex hated himself, and he hated Forrest for not being able to hate him now.
Instead, Alex tried to focus on what he could do. He took a look outside the windows. He didn’t recognize where they were. It was a flat plain, desert for miles on either side, so that had to be a good sign, right? They were probably still in New Mexico.
“Forrest,” Alex steadied his voice, “stop the car.”
Forest didn’t respond.
“Stop the car.”
“First time I asked you out, you looked like you were waiting for me to start laughing. Like you just couldn’t believe anyone would ever really want you.”
Alex stilled.
“Remember that?” Forrest scoffed. “Or how about the second time? When you told me to knock it off, to spit it out. ‘You need something, right? What is it?’ Your exact words. Remember, Alex?”
He said nothing.
“That’s what he did to you. He made you think you were a monster, like you were something that couldn’t be loved. Like you weren’t worth fighting for,” Forrest growled. “And now, he says he’s ready to take you back, and you go running to him. Bet it feels great. Bet it will until he decides you’re just too much trouble again.”
“Stop it,” Alex snapped. “You’re – you’re twisting it around, he’s not like that.”
“Then how?” Forrest demanded. “How could he choose someone else? You were right there, and he chose someone else.” He shook his head. “I would never. You’re it for me, Alex, since the second I saw you, I knew I was screwed. I’d rather die than be with anyone else.” He paused, then, “I’d rather die than see you with anyone else.”
Alex curled his hands to fists and swallowed slowly. Despite the anesthetic still in his system, his mind was already running through his training, what he remembered, what he knew would be useful, what would be useless, and what would be complete suicide. He tugged subtly at his chains, but every time he moved the handcuffs pinched his skin painfully, and he was left more nauseous and dizzy than anything else.
Think, Alex. Think.
“I have some water in the back,” Forrest said, reaching back with one hand to grab a bottle. He hit the brakes, undid the bottle, and pressed it against Alex’s lips. As Alex drank, Forrest ran a hand down his hair, as he used to do, patting down the wild strands that got swept up in the wind and refused to come back down.
Having drank, Alex was able to think a little more clearly. He watched Forrest take a sip from that same bottle, close it, and reach back to put it behind him.
“Forrest,” he said quietly, “please take off the handcuffs.”
Forrest searched Alex’s face. “No.”
“They’re hurting me,” Alex whispered, his voice cracking. “Please, they – they’re hurting.”
Forrest’s frown deepened as he looked to the handcuffs and seemed to finally notice that they were turning Alex’s wrists a deep shade of purple. He muttered a curse, and leaned over the airman to loosen them a bit. Once Alex could feel the blood flowing back into his hands, he grabbed Forrest’s wrist.
Forrest flinched, apparently expecting an attack, but Alex leaned in and took the historian’s lips in his own. Forrest gasped against Alex’s mouth, then made a muffled sound like a sob before he hungrily took Alex’s face in his hands and kissed him deeper.
Their kisses were as heated as they always had been, their tongues sliding against one another’s, their moans silenced against the other’s lips. When Forrest pressed into Alex, Alex winced and pulled back from the kiss.
“My – my arms,” Alex said, moving his arms as if to show Forrest that until his handcuffs were undone, he wouldn’t be able to hold Forrest properly on his lap. Forrest looked hesitant to let him go. Alex looked away from him and scoffed, making it sound like a cry. “Don’t. It should hurt. I deserve it.” He sighed, shaking his head. “All I do is hurt people, right? I hurt my friends, I hurt Guerin, I even hurt you. And you were the last person I ever wanted to hurt.”
“Alex, no,” Forrest cupped Alex’s jaw, his expression pained. “No, don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth,” Alex pursed his lips. “Look, even you don’t trust me anymore. You were the only one I could rely on, and… now I’ve disappointed you, too.”
“Never,” Forrest breathed and kissed him hard. “Never, baby. Look, I’m taking them off, okay? I’m taking them off.”
And he did as he said he would do, unhooking the handcuffs and letting them fall to the car floor before he straddled Alex’s lap properly and wrapped his arms around the airman’s shoulders, kissing him deeply.
Alex wrapped an arm around Forrest’s waist, kissing him just as eagerly for a moment before he pulled back. “Wait, wait, the – the car, you have to have to turn the car off.” He forced a chuckle, “Before we waste the gas, and get stuck out here.”
“Oh yeah,” Forrest panted, looking dazed. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips, and Alex felt no satisfaction at the sight of it. He knew it was pathetic, he knew it was stupid, but he only felt guilt lurch in his stomach as Forrest happily kissed him once more, and forced himself back into the driver’s seat. He turned off the ignition and pulled the keys out. Alex pretended not to watch as Forrest tossed them onto the dashboard. They were sharp enough to be used as a weapon, they would have to be.
Forrest quickly came back onto Alex’s lap, and attacked his lips with his own. Alex moaned, and pretended to fidget under Forrest’s weight as he reached out for the keys with one hand, his other holding Forrest’s body close.
“I love you, Alex,” Forrest breathed against his lips, and Alex faltered. “I love you so much.”
Alex pressed his forehead against Forrest’s shoulder, the keys momentarily forgotten as Alex was reminded of a beautiful smile and sure words, asking him out, talking to him as if he was a valuable painting that could only be seen and never actually touched. Forrest loved him that much, Alex knew. His eyes burned.
“I love you, too,” Alex whispered, and was shocked to know that his words were not a lie.
He did love Forrest, he knew a part of him always would, but there was Michael. His beautiful, passionate, angry cowboy. Forrest may have had a piece of Alex’s heart, but Michael had Alex’s entire being. Every fiber in Alex’s body yearned for Michael, and it was for him, and to save Forrest from doing anything he would really regret, that Alex kept his focus in mind, and reached for the keys again.
His fingers barely closed on them before Forrest seemed to realized something was wrong. But it was too late; Alex was too fast.
“What –” Forrest started, his brows furrowed.
“Don’t,” Alex said quietly, pressing the tip of the largest key to the back of Forrest’s neck. “You know what I’m capable of. You know I’ve killed with a lot less than this.”
“But… no –”
“You’re going to take us back to Roswell, and do exactly as I say, or I will end you with my bear hands, do you understand?”
“Alex, no,” he said, starting to sound desperate as the reality of the situation sunk in. “No, please, tell me this is a joke.” He held Alex’s face tightly, running one hand down his cheek, his eyes filling with tears. “It’s – it’s a joke. Right? It’s a really cruel one, but I’ll – I’ll forgive you, because I love you. It’s a joke, right, Alex? Right?”
Alex’s own vision blurred a moment, but he blinked quickly and let the tears fall down his cheeks. He grit his teeth. “Get in your seat, Forrest, and take us back to Roswell.”
“Alex –”
“NOW!”
Forrest searched his face, then, “You… don’t love me anymore?” Alex didn’t trust himself to speak. Something suddenly hardened in Forrest’s eyes, and he nodded.
He slowly moved off Alex’s lap, back into the driver’s seat. When Alex put the keys back in, he barely had time to lean back before Forrest slammed on the gas, and sent them flying off the road.
“I don’t care if I die, Alex, not if living means having to live without you, and as for you…” he smirked miserably, “if I can’t have you, no one can.”
Alex tried to reach over to Forrest, but he knew that if he grabbed him while they were at this speed, he could get either or both of them killed.
“Stop it, Forrest, stop it!”
“One way or another,” Forrest said and Alex realized with a panic that they were approaching hills. Attempting to fly over just one would flip the car over. “We’ll be together, baby.”
But just as the words left Forrest’s lips, just as they neared one hill, the car came to a gradual slowdown.
“What the – what the hell?!” Forrest stomped on the gas again and again, but even as the wheels turned, the car wouldn’t move. Alex then caught a familiar truck in the rearview mirror approaching them.
“Michael,” Alex breathed, and before Forrest could stop him, he forced the car door open and stumbled out. He would’ve fallen except that Michael stopped his own truck and leapt out, running to Alex’s side in an instant, and catching him before he could hit the ground.
“Alex, Alex,” Michael kept panting the airman’s name against his hair, his arms trembling as they held him. Alex wrapped his own arms tighter around Michael’s waist, burying his face in the cowboy’s chest and inhaling deeply.
Everything was okay now because Michael was here. He was here, with Alex, keeping him safe. Everything was going to be fine.
“Alex!” Max yelled, coming out of the passenger’s seat, wearing his sheriff’s uniform. “You okay?”
Alex nodded, and Max touched his shoulder as he passed as if to make sure for himself that the airman was really there and safe.
Michael looked up, glaring. He growled, “I’m going to kill him.”
“No!” Alex gripped his arm. “Please, I don’t – I can’t see him hurt, Guerin.”
“Alex, he drugged you,” Michael hissed, his grip on Alex tight even as he watched a restrained Forrest moving in his car. “He tried to take you from me –”
“Please,” Alex cried, and Michael seemed to finally notice that the airman’s face was streaked with tears. “Please, Michael.”
Michael’s face softened as he held Alex’s gaze, and after a moment, he nodded, not looking any happier about it.
Still, he held Alex tighter and kissed his head, shielding him from Forrest as Max walked him to the back of Michael’s truck to leave there as they drove back to Roswell. Alex heard Forrest call for him, and he shut his eyes tighter, holding onto Michael with a painful grip.
“I’m here, Private,” Michael whispered, and Alex felt the pain in his heart lessen, all but a small piece of it. “I’m here.”
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I’M SORRY, FORREST, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT THE PROMPT REQUEST MADE ME. Let it be known that Forrest Long is my very precious cinnamon roll, and is under my protection.
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petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather
Ruth is not wearing her stockings. Their lovely wardrobe lady would be scandalised.
Actually, the stockings wouldn’t be the half of it, since she also isn’t wearing her heavy walking skirt of fine, deep green wool, nor yet her pretty olive calico shirtwaist; no hat, no hair rat, no shoes. She is sprawled in a chair in the shade of the kitchen, trying not to let any part of her sweaty skin touch any other part of her, in just her shift and petticoats and corset, and she is waiting.
For midday to pass, or the heatwave to break, or for her brain to get itself working again. Whatever happens first.
It is miserably hot. There hasn’t been a raincloud in nearly a month and the temperature has only risen; the novelty of an actually summery British summer has now thoroughly worn off, and even those people who can wear shorts and t-shirts rather than corsetry and wool have taken to retreating indoors around noon. Alex and Peter, the poor sods, have been hauling water up to the market garden for a week solidly and still everything is wilting; their animals are cowering in the shade; and after some excitement yesterday that had ended in Ruth and Peter holding his waistcoat spread open in an impromptu sunshade over one of the sound engineers, now prone and somewhat groggy, as various producers and medics had fluttered about and fussed over heatstroke, the entire crew has packed up and gone home until the temperature will concede to being reasonable. In all honesty, she ought to be sheltering away somewhere too, as should Peter and Alex; so, naturally, they’re off up the market garden in sunhats and SPF 50, and Ruth had thought she’d have a go at the laundry.
She glowers in the vague direction of the copper. Sod the laundry.
There’s a sort of clattering sound in the yard which she has come to associate with the boys returning from some task all tired and clumsy, and lo, the bright rectangle of the doorway is dimmed: Peter places a bucket carefully on the floor by the door and then crumples quite slowly and gently to the floor, lying full-length on the cool flagstones with a sigh of relief.
Alex, eyes adjusting to the sudden comparative darkness after the incredible blinding sunlight of outdoors, trips over Peter’s feet. With some careful flailing, he manages to grab the back of a chair and hold himself upright, and then he frowns down at Peter. “Now, why didn’t I think of that,” he says conversationally.
Peter closes his eyes and smiles rather smugly at the floor; Ruth spares him a fond look, but then goes back to looking up at Alex with mounting concern. “Oh, you do look red, love,” she chides gently, reaching up to his rather tomato-tone face. Obligingly, he leans down so that she can press the backs of her fingers to his forehead - even to her warm hands, his skin feels very hot and unhappy. “You should have come in sooner.”
“It’s hot outside,” Alex mumbles in his own defence - but rather weakly, like he knows that this line of argument is not going to get him terribly far. “I did wear my hat, and suncream.”
“And we should have come in earlier,” Peter agrees around a mouthful of flagstone. “Sorry - I should’ve-”
“You’re not my mum, Peter, you don’t get to send me indoors and fuss over me,” Alex says, rather irritably; Peter, like a champion, refuses to rise to it and instead pouts up at him.
“Not even a little bit? Can’t I fuss just a little bit, because I love you so much?”
Alex can’t seem to help a smile. He looks a little sorry for his heat-induced crossness, and conveys this by nudging Peter’s leg with his foot and feigning a frown. “Not even at all,” he says sternly. “You horrible, tanned man.”
Ruth snorts an inelegant laugh and Peter beams at them. Rather than fry, as Alex seems inclined to - a fate which Ruth is working furiously to avoid - Peter has gone a rather pretty brown colour. Nicely suntanned, and not horribly burned. It’s alright for some. Ruth reaches out her bare foot and prods his shoulder with a toe. “It’s all grime, really.”
“Hah!” Peter reaches out and wraps one large, sweaty palm around her ankle. “Jealous. Look,” he says, lifting her foot slightly so that Alex can see the contrast - his hand against her shin, which hasn’t seen sunlight in at least a year. “Look at this idle, workless woman. See how I labour in the fields to maintain her white and shapely ankles.”
Ruth kicks free, trying and failing not to grin at him. “What do I do, then?” Alex says, slumping in his chair and pushing his damp, sticky hair back from his forehead.
“Absolutely nothing, you’re purely ornamental,” Peter says, stretching languidly and propping his chin up on one hand to smile at them.
Alex rolls his eyes and turns bodily to Ruth, ignoring Peter. “Idle and workless, are you? I thought you were laundering today.”
Ruth makes a face of such furious displeasure that both Alex and Peter both splutter in surprised laughter. “I did not,” Ruth says with an expression of pinched displeasure, “have much success.”
“Why, is the copper playing up?” Alex says with a frown. Ruth elects not to go into just how a copper could play up, large saucepan as it essentially is, and instead just scrapes some loose hair off the back of her sticky, sweaty neck with a wince.
“I almost wish it was,” she confesses. “Nearly steamed myself to death.” Alex and Peter are already frowning in concern and sympathy, and so she decides not to tell them about the rather close call: the unbearable heat and walls of steam coalescing into spotting vision, light-headedness, lungs full of thick, unbreathable moisture; sitting down rather quickly; and then the undisclosed length of time spent lying on the floor wondering if it were possible to drown in steam. They would only fret.
“Are you alright?” Peter says, reaching out and tapping her instep in deference both to his instinct to touch and comfort, and to her instinct to kick anything that makes her any warmer than she already is.
“I’m sitting in the kitchen in the middle of the day in my underclothes,” she tells him.
Peter grins. “I’m not sure what answer that is.”
“Honestly, me neither,” she says, smiling when he laughs. “Let’s go with fine.”
Alex pops his waistcoat buttons open and shrugs it over his shoulders and onto the back of the chair. As he does, a breeze skitters abruptly through the door and makes a quick circuit of the room, rustling a newspaper and tugging at Ruth’s skirts like an errant child; just as abruptly, the light outside dims and the sky turns a well-lit grey. The air turns heavy and expectant, tasting of lightning on the tongue, and there is an almost tangible pause as if all the world were taking a breath.
“This always happens to me,” Alex says without much irritation as he frowns at the world without. “I start dressing for the weather, and it changes straight away.”
Peter tilts his head. “Take your shirt off,” he suggests mildly, “and it might even rain.”
Obligingly, Alex hauls his shirt over his head and then, less obligingly, balls it up and lobs it at Peter’s head. Ruth huffs in amusement and pushes herself up out of the chair, stepping carefully over Peter to stand in the doorway and watch the weather. Alex follows and sticks an arm out, bare skin turned up to the gunmetal heavens; there is a curious feeling of hesitancy, as if the clouds have come over all shy and embarrassed of a sudden, and were only willing to offer a few sparse raindrops; and then it starts raining. Properly. Finally.
Ruth smiles gently and turns to place a palm on Alex’s bare sternum. “Weather mage par excellence,” she declares.
Alex smiles back and draws his arm back to fold his fingers around hers and hold them to his sweat-sticky skin; Ruth pulls them both out into the yard to stand under the clouds and let the rain wash them clean.
It is glorious. Her instinct is to run for shelter and screw her face up under the sudden onslaught of water, but she overrides it to tip her head back, eyes closed, and relax. It is such a relief; it is cool, and the air is clear of cloying heat, and it is simply so pleasant to be not hot for a change. The clothes she is wearing are too thin, really, and soak quickly, and her feet are bare and picking up bits of dust and dirt from the hard, dry yard, and Ruth feels present in a way which she hasn’t, this past week. She has been hiding indoors from the heat and pulling away from heavy clothes and blankets and the arms of her lovers to avoid claustrophobic sweating, but this too has made her oddly separate. But now - now - she can smell the earth and the rain in a delicious swirl of summer countryside, and she can feel water beating insistently against her skin, and there are stones digging into her feet and she reckons she could walk miles like this, just like the cavemen used to do, as if she were some kind of neolithic hunter with an almost supernatural knowledge of the natural world. The countryside smells so beautiful, and it is, in its way, hers.
She opens her eyes. Alex is watching her, waiting patiently, and when her eyes meet his he squeezes her hand. “Hi,” she says softly with a tiny embarrassed smile.
He beams at her warmly. “Hello.” It is so pleasant to be so quietly understood.
Peter has his head tipped back too, arms spread wide to encompass all the rain he can reach, and Ruth has to grin. “How are you, Mr Darcy?” she teases gently, nodding at his water-soaked white shirt.
“What a glorious feeling,” Peter says very seriously, shuffling forward without opening his eyes to wrap them both in wet cotton. “I’m happy again.”
Alex tilts his head, idly freeing one arm to sling around Peter’s shoulders - so naturally, it appears to take no thought at all. “Singing in the Rain?” he checks.
“Mm,” Peter agrees, pushing sodden curls out of his eyes and opening them to grin at Alex and Ruth. “But also, you know, generally.”
Ruth smiles and leans her head against his shoulder. Her toes dig slightly into the dirt - fast becoming mud - and she inhales the smell of rain-soaked dust, allows it to settle in her lungs, and is generally rather happy herself.
#woo! i haven't been this hot in ages#but i do despise it#thank you for prompt dear :D#hope you like#this is your captain speaking
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Starlight Saviour (Teaser) -- Billy Hargrove
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Summary: Being Steve Harrington’s younger sister and the notorious girlfriend of Billy Hargrove is hell. Especially when your boyfriend becomes infected and you’re the only one willing to step between him and the monster.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Harrington!reader
A/N: This is just a little teaser for a new Billy piece I’m working on. The first chapter should be out later today, but I wanted to see how people felt first. This is all based purely on the trailers that we’ve seen and my own speculation, so if it doesn’t align with your own theories, damn. But either way, I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Outside, the pitch-black night sky encased you and Billy as the Camaro drove steadily down the backroads. Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue whispered from the stereo, but you and Billy singing along managed to outpower Vince Neil’s voice completely. Billy drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping your calf, keeping you safe as you dangled out of the passenger side window. He kept the car slow, no more than 30 miles, and his grip on you would tighten at the slightest bump or turn. Your arms were flung out behind you, body teetering dangerously close to falling as you leaned back, with your head tilted towards the sky so you could admire the stars. The light pollution had been horrible this summer with the new mall having been built and the fair now in town. The only way to actually see the stars anymore was to go deep in the woods (where you knew not to go anymore) or driving the backroads. Billy knew how much you enjoyed seeing the moon and the stars, and he decided to take you out for the night- ultimately forgoing your original plan of meeting up with Steve and the kids at the fair.
Two quick taps on your leg brought your attention back to the car. “C’mon, star, it’s cold as hell,” Billy griped, giving a full-body shiver for supposed dramatic effect. Rolling your eyes at the nickname while a smile played at your lips, you dutifully slid back inside the car and rolled up the window. You were only wearing a pair of black, high-waisted shorts and one of Billy’s ragged band-tees, and yet you still hadn’t managed a single shiver.
“It is not, you big baby.” Despite your scoff, you reached over to turn up the heat and face it towards your shivering boyfriend. “Thank you for bringing me out here, though, it’s so nice,” you sighed softly, kicking your converse-clad feet onto his dashboard, and turning your body to rest your forehead against his shoulder. You almost pulled away, however, because of how cold his bare skin was. But, you brushed it off as Billy not having the same adrenaline as you did at the moment, and that you’d cool down soon enough, too.
“Mm, yeah, babe, ‘course,” he mumbled, his words slurred together and causing you immediate alarm at the sudden change.
You sat up quickly and turned to look at him, ready to berate him for any alcohol he may have had, but the words immediately died on your tongue. Billy was white-knuckling the steering wheel, and even though his words were slurred and his voice wasn’t all there, his eyes were wide and almost manic. They kept flicking from the rearview mirror (looking at something that you couldn’t see), to you, and back to the road, but his focus seemed to be on whatever was in the back. Turning around, you tried to spot whatever he was looking at- maybe a rogue car chasing you down or a bra you’d left in the backseat, but there was nothing there. Just darkness.
You turned back to him and placed a careful hand on his cold shoulder. “Billy? You alright, handsome?”
A smirk lifted at his lips, but he didn’t look to you. “I’m fucking perfect, baby, why’d you ask?” Billy’s voice was now much darker and throatier, giving you whiplash from the way he’d spoken just moments before. The familiar sound of the engine revving hit your ears, drowning out your song on the radio and filling your blood with ice.
Your eyes flicked to the speedometer, “You’re going too fast, you’ve gotta slow down.”
“It’s alright, baby, you know I’ve got control,” Billy chuckled, reaching out a hand to pet your cheek. You allowed him to, but you couldn’t keep the panic out of your eyes as you held onto his hand.
You urged, “Billy, please, slow the fuck down. You promised you wouldn’t start this shit up again. I know it’s an empty road, but please just slow down.” Billy laughed at your words and shook his head, thumbing your cheek. “If you don’t slow down, we’re gonna have a real fucking problem,” you seethed, losing the caring and concerned attitude, replacing it with panic and fear. Whatever Billy was going through you could deal with later, after the possibility of an impending crash was off the table.
“Baby,” he cooed, “don’t worry.” Billy lifted his head to look at you, and instead of being met with his beautiful ocean-blue eyes, you were now face-to-face with monsterish-green irises and black veins creeping in the whites of his eyes.
“Fuck-”
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The Reunion
Pairing - Tom Hiddleston × OC (Meg)
Word count - 2500+
Summary - Okay I'm gonna be honest here.. this is something I wrote for a special someone. There is this guy I like.. But I'm obviously not gonna send it to him haha so I decided to post the chapter here. I hope you guys like it and trust me Chapter two Is coming soon. Drop In what you think about it in the comment box down below.♥️
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"I'll be there in 15 minutes. I promise. I'm so sorry!" I said as I hung the phone to turn my concentration back to driving. I was already late and the traffic ahead of me wasn’t helping me much either. In the traffic, my mind kept wandering in anticipation. I was meeting my friends after a really long time. But more than that, my heart raced as I thought about everyone who was going to be there, including him.
“Finally, she arrives…after an hour. But okay,” Alex said in his ever so sarcastic tone. A sheepish smile instantly formed on my face as I apologized for reaching late. I went to the kitchen and popped open the soda as I made my way next to Alex.
“Where is everyone else? Don’t tell me I’m the first to reach? Tom, Ivy and Kenji are all late. And you were yelling at me for arriving late. How Alex of you!” I said with a smug smiled laced on my face.
"Okay, first of all. You realize we are all sitting at Tom's place? So, yes. He is here. He’s gone to the washroom. Secondly, Ivy and Kenji have gone to bring snacks for us,” Alex said very satisfied with his explanation which was successful in wiping the grin off of my face.
“Anyway, I have to use the restroom. I’ll bring Tom on my way back,” I said.
“Okay. Although if I were you, I wouldn’t really be very excited to see Tom,” Alex said coolly as he switched the tv on.
I looked at him with a confused expression waiting for him to elaborate. But what could worse could really happen if I see my best friend after a long time, huh? And a thought did come to my head, a worse case scenario, if you must. Although, I shrugged it off and went upstairs.
While returning from the restroom, I saw the door to Tom's room partially open. As a warning, I knocked on it twice and then flung it open. Tom's back faced me as I hugged him from behind. Normally, this would have resulted in hug back. However, this time Tom just stood there. I backed off from the hug.
"Tom, we are waiting for you. What’s taken you so long?”
I could see his back muscles contracting and relaxing through his tight t-shirt as he took deep breaths. This took me to the time when I used to dream about him nights after nights. His back still faced me. There were rare times when Tom would behave like this, overly quiet and relaxing himself though breathing. Alex’s warning started ringing in my head.
"Tom?" I mustered up some courage and touched his shoulder to turn him around.
He shrugged my hand off and with one last deep breath, he turned. His left hand was balled in a fist and one could see all his veins through the skin of his hands. His neck was red and so were his eyes. Bloodshot red with tears threatening to pour from the corner of his eyes. He gazed at me with his rage-filled light brown eyes. His jaw kept clenching and unclenching as he stood there for what felt like an eternity before he spoke.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said as he slowly put a blue sheet held in his right hand in front of me. His voice was calm in contrast to the way he looked at me.
I looked at the paper he held out and I knew then and there, this is it! My stomach dropped and everything came crashing down in front of my eyes.
*Few months ago, *
‘He will never find out, no one has to know.' I thought to myself as I unfolded the paper to read it one last time.
Hey Tom,
At first, you were just a friend. I loved spending time with you. Hanging out for hours after lectures. Going on long walks and talking about anything and everything. You were there when I needed you, you stuck around through my breakdowns.
You're genuine, smart and you're passionate about everything that you do. You're always there for your friends and that's what made me put all of my trust in you. I'm able to open up to you, knowing that you won't judge me. You believe in me.
When I began falling for you, I didn't know what it was. Maybe it was just a crush? Maybe it was Just an attraction and I wanted it to go away. Not because I didn't like you, but because I valued our friendship more than anything else. I knew that whatever I was feeling, it was forbidden. I knew acting on those feelings would be abysmal. I was falling for my best friend, it was someone I couldn't have in that romantic way. You were someone who I wanted so dearly, but I couldn’t have.
Telling you everything.. That wasn't an option. I thought if I just ignored all the feelings, I could just push them aside and pretend like everything was okay. It was difficult to pretend like I wasn't jealous of that girl who caught your eye. I was happy for you, truly I was. It just, hurts. It hurts to know that you took her to our walking spots. That you took her to our coffee place. It hurt to realize that, that's what you will do when you find someone. You won't have time for us anymore. And it's not your fault at all, this is life. We will just have to accept the fact and move on.
It's arduous. It's so damn difficult pretending like everything is okay. It's difficult hanging out like we used to. But, I'm happy. I'm happy to keep pretending that it's all okay, to keep things going.
I wish I could tell you everything. But I won't. For our friendship's sake. I will never ever do anything to hurt you. How can I?
I don’t know how long it is going to take for me to pretend like everything is okay until everything is okay.
- Meg.
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"Tom, I…I can explain,” I said but my voice deceived me. Looking at him, standing there, I did not have the courage. What possible explanation could I give him when I didn’t even know for what he wanted an explanation or if he even wanted one.
"You just.. predicted everything? You didn't feel like it was important to talk to me about this?" He said with a groggy voice while clutching the paper tightly in his hand.
His whole composure intimidated me as he took a step closer towards me. I took one back.
"I…I know I should've told you but I had my reasons, Tom," I said with not a lot of confidence. I took one more step behind and I knew that if I took even one more step behind, I would be pressed against the wall.
"You were never going to tell me then? You don’t think I deserved to know?” Tom said with his tone going just a little higher. I stood there quiet, and there I was pressed against the wall as his intimidating figure hovered me.
"Meg…" he leaned in closer to me as his voice became almost a whisper. His hand travelling to my chin to lift it up.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said as he brought his forehead and made contact with mine. He tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear and then brought both his hands to my cheeks. My heart was racing a million miles per hour in the anticipation of what was going to happen next.
I looked at him and then at his lips and I was aware of the close proximity between our lips. As if my lips had a mind of its own, I leaned in to kiss him. Reading my lips, his lips started working with mine. I could feel his hands travelling down my waist. He mumbled “jump” and I obeyed. He caught me by my butt and my legs were wrapped around his torso. His face formed a little smile as we kept kissing.
Our bodies were on fire as the passion took over us. It was a strange feeling but I was ready to get high on it. We took a little break all the while our lips never left each other and our bodies never separated. I could feel each and every breath of his against my lips.
He carried me to the edge of the bed and sat down with my butt now resting on his lap as his hands travelled to explore other parts of my body. His mouth moved to my neck and I felt every swipe and lick that his tongue made, the feeling was new and it felt incredible. His teeth grazed my collarbone and I moaned his name. I buried my hands into his hair, gently tugging at them and earning a moan from him.
His hands moved to my hips, his long fingers were digging into my skin but the pain, it felt wonderful. My body began to rock back and forth and I felt his grip tighten. I felt a new sensation I had never felt before, when I felt him get hard against me. His hand let go off my hips and he looked at me as if asking for permission. I nodded and he found the hem of my shirt and pulled away from our kiss to pull the shirt over my head. I shivered as I felt the fresh air hit my bare skin though the feeling was quickly replaced with a heat boiling in my whole body as his mouth wandered my body. His tongue leaving a wet trail of kisses on my skin as his lips grazed my breasts, his hands cupping them ravishingly as he brought his mouth to one of my hardened nipples. Hesitantly at first, he began sucking on it with relish, closing his eyes and making me scream his name in ecstasy.
It was really happening.. My conscious told me to stop but I didn't want to. That feeling.. it was different, it was exciting and I wanted more of it.
His lips were hastily pressed to mine in a heavy kiss. Tom groaned in approval as my hand travelled up to his hair, fisting them between my fingers. My breasts were pressed to his hard chest. I guided his head to the side as I placed kisses down his neck. Tom's erection was desperately straining against the material of his underwear. I wanted to please him, despite my lack of experience, I knew Tom's pleasure would be intensified without the limiting walls of his underwear hugging his lower back. I pushed him to the side, guiding him onto his back and straddling him in a fluid movement. He brought his hand to my face and pulled me in for pressing a heavy kiss to my lips. I kissed his jawline and left a trail of wet kisses and stopped just above his torso. I kept my gaze fixed on his face as I took the band of his underwear and slowly inched them down his thighs.
My hand wrapped around his shaft and I felt him twitch. I started pumping up and down trying to find the pace. “Keep going Meg,” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip to supress the moan. I leaned towards his dick and took it into my mouth. He groaned slightly and fisted my hair to keep me in place. I sucked gently on it, slowly increasing the speed until I heard him cry out in pleasure. I bobbed my head up and down as his penis started twitching and that’s when I knew he was close. I released him with a ‘pop’ and leaned back. He took a few deep breaths before rolling us, so I was now lying flat on the bed and he was hovering over me. He leaned over me and pressed a harsh kiss to my lips before nibbling his way down to my chest. He slid a hand down my stomach and brushed his thumb over my swollen clit. His long fingers fit right through my folds and my back arched from the bed as he thrusted two fingers into me without warning, curling up to hit that sweet spot that I had been writhing. He took his fingers and I let out an uncomfortable moan.
He grabbed my legs and locked me in place as he pressed his mouth against my folds, his tongue darting out to tease my entrance. I was screaming in pure ecstasy at that sensation. His tongue was eager, circling my clit in an almost torturing pace, licking over my entrance and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips until I whined with shaking limbs. I felt right on the edge. At that moment he sped up and slid two fingers inside me and started moving them rapidly, curling them to graze my G spot.
“Oh Tom..” I screamed as I spasmed, my walls clenching around his fingers as I arched my back. My vision went black for a couple of seconds as the euphoric feeling took over me.
“Where the hell are you guys?” I heard Alex yell in the corridor. I looked over at Tom with panic in my eyes.
“ALEX DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR YOU WAIT OUTSIDE,” Tom yelled and gave me a smile before pressing a light kiss to my shoulder and then rolling to the side. He covered me up with the sheet and turned to face me.
“Let me take care of him,” he said and frantically tried to pull up his boxers.
“I’m coming in! What is taking you guys so long.” Alex yelled from the other side of the door.
“Tom DO SOMETHING,” I hissed at him and he ran for the door but his leg got caught up in the pile of clothes that were lying on the floor and he tumbled on the floor while I started laughing loudly at the scene before me.
“WHAT..THE..FUCK,” I stopped laughing as I looked over to find Alex standing in the doorway staring at us with a shocked expression on his face. Tom immediately ran to the door and slammed it shut.
“IVY, KENJI COME UP HERE!” We heard Alex shout. We both looked at each other and burst out in fits of laughter.
“Oops?” He said and climbed back into the bed.
“I’m going to kill Alex,” I laughed.
“Well.. It was kind of your fault too..” Tom said and gave me a small smile.
“We should talk.” I said with an apologetic smile.
“We definitely should,” He replied and kissed my forehead.
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Cosmic Clowns, Part Seven
Read the first six parts on AO3.
Liz picks Alex up the next morning so that he can leave his car at home. She keeps looking over and grinning at him the whole way to work. Once even reaching over to squeeze his knee in excitement.
‘I’m so happy for you and Maria. Even if you are both dating my ex’s siblings.’ Alex laughs. ‘What kind of friends let me date a cop? Anyway, keep Max Evans far away from me, Alex. Do you understand?’ She pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine. ‘I never want to see that vanilla frat boy face again.’
Inside Maria is already clacking away at her keyboard. ‘I’m here early so I can leave early. Getting my nails done for tonight.’ She wiggles her fingers at them, then frowns. ‘Why the crutches, Alex? Feeling okay?’
‘Oh, yeah. The prosthetic is down in Liz’s car. I don’t want to wear out my leg before tonight. So, crutches it is.’ Alex leaves the two of them to their happy laughter and shuts his office door for a little peace and quiet. He’s nervous – more nervous than he’s willing to admit.
But he doesn’t have much time to wallow in his anxiety before a client calls him and occupies his mind for the next two hours. And then another client and another until four o’clock rolls around and Liz is bringing him his prosthetic. She wishes him luck and leaves – Maria already long gone.
Alex changes in his office, walking into his small bathroom to give himself a once over in the mirror. The outfit is simple – his favorite pair of jeans with the knees worn out and a thin, black sweater in case the night grows chilly. He tries to swoosh his hands through his hair enough to make it look fluffy and freshly tousled. To complete the look, he does something he hasn’t done in a very long time. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a tiny gold hoop and pushes it through his still pierced ear.
Michael texts that he’s downstairs. Alex takes several deep breaths and stuffs his wallet into his back pocket. He quickly puts on extra deodorant and heads out of his office.
He swings the building doors open and finds Michael leaning against the passenger side of his truck, one leg kicked back onto the fender and grinning at the sight of him. Alex grins too. And they stand like that for an excessive amount of time – beaming at each other like clowns. Clowns who are beyond a shadow of a doubt falling head over heels, ass backwards in love.
‘Well, you look good enough to eat.’ Michael stalks towards him, eyes focusing on the earring in his left ear. And then over to his mouth. Alex blushes but does his own once over. At Michael’s tight jeans, the copper belt buckle – his white tank top covered by an unbuttoned black shirt with roses stitched into the chest pockets. And the way he smells so, so good.
Michael asks for a hug by raising his arms and crooking all his fingers at Alex. He complies, nearly tripping over himself to wrap his arms around Michael. ‘I’m really excited about tonight.’ He pulls back and smiles softly. ‘Thank you for inviting me.’
‘Trust me, Alex. The pleasure is all mine.’ He opens the truck’s door for Alex to slide inside. And then, they are off into the night.
Dinner goes really well. They share all the details of their troubled childhoods, the dreams they dreamed as kids, and Michael tells several obscene stories about his first terrible sexual experiences. Mostly, they laugh. Laugh and eat and enjoy each other’s company. Even their silences, comfortable and relaxed.
When they pull into the fairgrounds, Maria and Isobel are already waiting for them. They exchange hellos and Isobel grabs her girlfriend’s hand – winks at Michael and Alex – and starts walking backwards. ‘We’ll leave you boys alone. Give you two some personal time. Meet you at the Ferris wheel in an hour.’
‘So, what do you want to do first?’ They pay the entrance free and get their hands stamped. ‘I think the funhouse has great potential. But the Gravitron is always a hit – or I could win you a giant purple teddy bear.’
Alex laughs and shakes his head. ‘No teddy bears. But the funhouse sounds like a plan.’ He gathers his courage and holds his hand out to Michael. He likes the way making the first move feels. And when Michael threads their fingers together, he decides that whatever risks await him within this relationship – the rewards are bound to be so, so good. And that’s a chance he’s finally ready to take.
They get quite a workout – walking up and down the fairway stopping at each and every attraction. Forty-five minutes pass in a blur as they head towards the cotton candy stand. Michael declaring that no carnival experience is ever complete without the proper carnival diet.
Michael gets in line behind a couple of other people. But Alex hangs back, wanting to spend a moment taking in his surroundings. He’s felt like such a recluse these past several months, and he’s not sure why. But being outside in the crisp spring air has him feeling energized and full of life.
The fairway stretches before him for what feels like miles, disappearing into the dark horizon. Flashing lights blink all around, the heat from the bulbs creating a smokey, surreal atmosphere that transports him to some other time and place. The laughter of small children and the soothing voices of their parents fill his ears alongside the eerie funhouse music echoing behind him. The whoosh of mechanical rides splitting the air and the whirl of the crowd crushing in close disorients him in a delightful way. He smells roasting turkey legs drenched in tangy barbecue sauce and buttery popcorn. Salt-crusted pretzels and the sickly-sweet scent of lollipops and caramel coated apples. A gentle breeze rustles the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck, sending little shivers dancing up and down his spine.
All his senses are lit on fire. Exploding with the carnival’s chaos – the overwhelming cacophony of teenagers gossiping, flags whipping in the air, hot dogs roasting on rotating oven racks, and the syrupy hint of strawberry slushies on the tip of his tongue. The world tilts, slanting into a spin. Alex closes his eyes and lets himself go. Allowing the thrill of the fair to sweep him away.
And when he reopens his eyes, Michael is directly in front of him. Close enough that his body heat creeps slowly into Alex’s skin. The evening’s sights and sounds still so oppressive and pulsating, pushing him forward with no hesitation because all his fear and worry and anxiety is buried beneath the too much of it all. And before he can even breathe, his arms are hugging tight around Michael’s neck – their bodies touching at every point from chest to hips to thighs and tangled feet.
And their lips – their mouths – their teeth – their tongues.
Pressing together as Alex licks Michael’s pink candy-dusted lips asking – no begging – for entry. And Michael complies – going pliant beneath Alex’s insistent tongue. Abandoning his cotton candy to the fairway detritus of those who came before. Michael’s hands don’t know where to begin, starting on the slight curve of Alex’s hips and sliding upwards across his firm chest and taut nipples – landing eventually in his thick, soft hair. And the first time the tip of Alex’s tongue glances against his own, Michael involuntarily bucks his hips and moans into Alex’s mouth.
They are still standing in front of the vendor stall and patrons are beginning to complain. Someone pushes at Michael’s shoulder roughly, yelling at them to get a room. Too love-drunk to break away, Michael tightens his arms around Alex’s waist and lifts him – blindly walking them backwards to the side of the makeshift shed housing the food stall. When his shoulders slap against the fake paneled wood, he spins them around and presses Alex against the wall. Never once disconnecting their mouths. He shoves his knee aggressively between Alex’s thighs, loving the vulgar way Alex starts to pump his already hard cock against his own denim-clad thigh.
But Alex – Alex is lost in a dream. Utterly undone and trembling with pleasure. He wants nothing more than to strip them down here and now. Let Michael fuck into him while everyone watches them rut against this shaky unstable shack. It’s been so long – too long since someone has touched him like this. Maybe no one has ever touched him like this. And he never wants him to stop. Michael’s hands reach down, palming his ass and Alex sucks at his pulse point hard enough to leave a mark. The carnival slowly begins to fade away. The noises hushed by the beating of his own heart, the sights dimmed under his heavy-lidded eyes, the smells drowned out by the clean scent of Michael’s shampoo. And the tastes – my god, the tastes – melted away on Michael’s bruising lips and filthy, wet tongue.
Take all that carnival nonsense away and what’s left is them – just Michael and Alex. And the best kiss of both their lives.
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all the work of days and hands pt. 2 (rated e)
The gym is public, far too public, for the kind of things Alex wants to do to him. They’ve tempted fate too sharply already by letting it go this far, but Michael was too beautiful, sweat gleaming on his skin, muscles flexing and shifting in the fluorescent light, and the area they’re in is private enough for this, at least, for throwing him up against the cinder brick wall, cushioning his head to avoid any sort of impact, and kissing him whimpering senseless.
His mouth opens so easily, and Alex chases the blood, swiping his tongue across the little bitten spot inside his cheek, soothing it, stinging him. Michael curls his tongue around his, stroking them together, tasting him, seeking, always seeking more contact, more closeness between them, and Alex gives it to him, will give him anything he asks.
They pull apart with twin gasps. Alex’s lips are tingling and bruised-feeling, and—he checks his watch—any minute now whoever’s booked this space after them will be arriving. But it’s too soon. Alex isn’t ready to not be here, where he can put his hands on Michael without breaking something in either of them. He isn’t ready to let go. He’s never ready to let go, anymore, but sometimes he has to.
“My place?” he asks roughly. He winces at his own words, too close to pleading, too flayed open and raw, but—he doesn’t say a word to take them back. Trying new things. That’s Alex, these days.
Michael doesn’t answer; he doesn’t use a single word. He leads Alex out of the ring, out of the room, his hips switching fetchingly in his loose gray sweats. It’s not something Alex would usually do in public either, not even that much, not even just keeping his eyes trained on the dimples of Michael’s lower back and lower. But his blood is already pumping. If anyone wants to talk shit, Alex will put them on the ground. He can. He almost wants to. He has to check himself in passing mirrors to make sure he’s following Michael at a normal speed and distance, not letting him go ahead, not circling him, not following at a prowl until he’s hunted him down and has him all to himself.
In the parking lot, Alex waits for Michael to get into his own car and drive away. He’s already planning, in fact, what he’ll be thinking about, which bruises on which planes of Michael’s body he’ll picture under his hands and tongue, when he gets home and has to strip himself of all this pent-up energy, adrenaline-arousal. But Michael leans his back against Alex’s car instead, facing away from the sun, and waits without saying anything the whole time Alex methodically strips off his blade to replace it with his everyday foot, which he’s more used to for driving. It’s only when his foot is firmly affixed and his engine started that Michael pushes off and stalks a couple spaces away to his truck.
He trails Alex out of the parking lot and every mile out to the cabin. He’s distracting in the rearview, the only thing for miles in every direction.
They pull into Alex’s driveway and he slams the door of his car behind him, urgency hot on his heels; he wants to wrench Michael’s door open and pull him to the ground, pull him into bed, can’t stand waiting another second with his cock ready to harden at a second’s notice, at the slightest contact.
He doesn’t have to intervene, though; Michael comes to him with equal urgency, stopping only at the threshold with enormous amber eyes watching Alex, like he needs to be invited, like he needs permission to come in.
“Come in,” Alex says, and files this away in the back of his mind, where he keeps the other things Michael does, the other deferences he makes, the other ways he tries to make himself small or unnoticed or uncared-for.
Inside, Alex doesn’t bother with the lights; doesn’t even bother with locking the door. He goes straight for the bedroom, though an instinct him says not to both with that, to put him over the back of the couch, in the open, with the windows down so even out here where it’s all solitary and open the world can hear Michael’s need, his pleasure. But he takes him back to the bedroom anyway, because there’s nothing like having Michael wrapped up in his bed, hidden away in the place that’s most Alex’s of this whole damn house, for his eyes only.
He avoided having Michael in his bed for so long. And even though Michael isn’t his right now, isn’t anyone’s, cut every single string holding him in place and begged to be carried away, Alex puts him there anyway. Maybe it isn’t fair. Maybe it isn’t right. Maybe Michael doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing, that every time Alex shuts the bedroom door behind himself he gets a rush of primal joy. Alex is keeping that close to his chest for now.
Michael strips off his shirt and climbs onto the bed. Alex twinges with irritation that he didn’t wait for Alex to peel him out of his clothes and lower him down onto the mattress, so the second he thinks he’s positioned himself, Alex grabs his ankles, pulls his legs apart, molds him to whatever form he desires. Michael’s moan is low and soft as he slides easily across the sheets.
“Alex,” he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder.
“I’m going to turn you over,” Alex replies, deciding all at once he can’t do this without looking him in the face, without seeing every little movement of every little muscle that makes Michael up. He doesn’t give Michael time to protest, but with how easily he rolls with the firm grip of Michael’s hands, maybe he was never going to. The thought makes Alex smile, makes him come in to kiss him on the chin, on the jaw, teeth on his ear, sighing into the curve of it. Hesitant fingers come up to play gently with the hair at the nape of Alex’s neck, and at the first touch Alex’s grip tightens vice-like on any part of Michael he can reach.
He loves him. He loves this man, who touches him after a decade like there might be any way in any world that Alex turns him away now that his choice of path is clear. He’s going to love him again and again until he touches him like he means it.
Sitting back up, Alex gets his fingers into Michael’s hairband and pulls it free, sending those curls tumbling down around his face, and Michael yelps as his hair is caught. His pupils are big and black in the dim light.
Sliding the elastic around his own wrist, Alex says, “You can try to get it back from me later.”
“Maybe I want you to keep it.”
I’ll snap it on my wrist to remember to think of you. And Michael is so afraid, Alex knows, of being forgotten. Left behind.
Well. Alex plans on the both of them leaving with plenty of mementos.
To kiss him next, Alex climbs over him, putting all his weight on top of him, clutching his hair to keep control of the angle and pace; Michael’s breath goes deep and shuddery like someone trying to stop crying. His hands curl into fists against Alex’s back as he holds on, matching him bite for bite, taste for taste.
With his other hand, Alex kneads Michael’s ass possessively, digging his nails in, and each time he grabs him, five tingling crescent points of pain, Michael whimpers, cock twitching against Alex’s thigh. Alex’s knuckles push Michael’s sweats down the curve of his ass with every pass, and Michael presses up into his weight, feeling himself getting pressed back down, letting himself be held and held up while Alex stakes his claim with bruising appreciation. Alex’s thumb rolls over his hole on one pass, and his thighs compulsively clench together, and Alex smirks into the next wave of their kiss. He makes sure, then, to tease him with dry, massaging touches around his rim, and Michael spreads into every touch, throwing one leg over Alex’s hip, pushing back against him, into the cut of his nails and the heat of his touch and shuddering in his arms.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Alex murmurs, among all the other little nonsense words that fall off his tongue, soothing things spoken right into Michael’s mouth.
“Alex,” he gasps in return. It’s all he’s able to say. It’s the only thing Alex needs to hear.
Sucking Michael’s lower lip into his mouth, Alex fumbles behind him for the lube and a condom in the bedside table. Michael’s eyes flutter open, maybe by accident, because he looks almost shocked to see Alex still there, his eyes going huge and his brow furrowing and he rolls his hips up, cock sliding in the crease of Alex’s thigh, as if to test to make sure Alex’s weight bearing down on him is real.
Alex drops the lube onto the bed beside them. Michael pulls away, just slightly, and wriggles like he’s trying to roll over, and Alex strokes him at the back of his neck like he’s soothing a frightened horse.
“Where are you going?” He asks.
“Want to feel you,” Michael responds, “As hard as you can. No holding back.”
“Anything you want.”
“I need—” he breaks off at that one word, but that’s okay. Alex understands. It’s not enough for either of them to be sore muscle-deep tomorrow. Michael will pull away, rip himself from every part of himself that’s trying to reach out to Alex and connect. He needs something heavy and hurting and solid like the soreness of Alex inside him, claiming him, to survive the shock. Even if he can’t say it, Alex understands.
“Okay.” Alex shuffles back, holding himself at just the right distance that every inch Michael moves their skin slides together, soft on soft, friction on friction, keeping them tied together.
Michael is shaking by the time he gets on his stomach. He hides his face in his folded arms, but Alex wraps his hands around his biceps and even though Michael tugs feebly Alex still manages to get his arms over his head instead. He stretches. His spine pops. He doesn’t stop shaking.
“No hiding,” Alex says, wrapping his arm around Michael’s stomach, dropping a kiss at the top of his spine, right on the knob of his T1 vertebra, and rests there holding him until he feels his head bob into a nod.
He hasn’t given Michael any rules for this…not-quite-anything their relationship has become, except for the given fact that he won’t be other to anyone, and if Michael wants him, he’ll be his only, even if just for that one night. No hiding becomes one, though, right there and then. It’s no good if it’s not both of them, there and real and in the moment.
Michael always responds so beautifully to orders when they come from Alex’s mouth. Alex holds him until the trembling stops, and it doesn’t take long. Then Michael pushes his ass back against Alex’s groin, and Alex laughs nice and breathless against his velvet skin and rubs back at him, getting his cock to harden back up again. He slips out of his pants, hungry to be closer to him, and sighs loud, content, at the first hypersensitized slide of his cock nestled in the crack of Michael’s ass. Michael bucks back against him again, and Alex folds his hands snug over the wings of his hips to hold him in that tight, only for Michael to try and try to get in even closer.
“Soon. I’ve got you.”
“Alex.”
“I know.”
Alex uncaps the lube and tips it directly onto Michael’s hole, where his fingers are already resting, spreading and rubbing and ready to push inside, to fill him up where he’s aching for it. He makes a mess, leaving slick trails all across Michael’s ass and thighs that sheen in the low light, over his skin and over the tiny, tiny red welts still picked out over the curve of his ass from the bite of Alex’s nails. He wastes no time working two fingers inside, over-slick and gliding smoothly in and out, pressing on his prostate on every third stroke and making him yip every time, a hitching little noise of pure pleasure that makes Alex burn.
After stretching him just enough, Alex works himself inside and pauses only a second to let him adjust, to feel him circling his hips and panting at the thick fullness inside him. He sets a quick rhythm, pounds into him with ruthless efficiency, thighs smacking against the back of Michael’s thighs, no quarter, no mercy, and Michael begs him, and worships him, in long and thankful whining noises. Sometimes he tries to push himself up onto all fours, but he just ends up lowering himself back down to rub his face on the bedspread, to leave himself as open and vulnerable as he can for Alex’s taking, dotting the sheets with tears and sweat and drool.
And Alex? Alex is drowning. In the heat and the rightness of him. Nothing else ever compares, not to this, no matter how hot or how sweet or how fun he finds any other man, there’s no one who fits against him like Michael, no one who satisfies every stitched-on craving he has in his soul.
It’s trusting, forgoing any sort of gentleness, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that any violence either of them brings to this is for the other, to be buried in the other, the impact of a freefall rather than a fist, needing a soft place to land, needing to be landed on, reshaped, terraformed. Even when they’re not talking to each other, they have this. Even when they’re supposed to be breaking old habits, they have this.
Michael—he alternates between quiet, muffling every little noise into the heel of his hand, and wanton and loud, bared teeth and open mouth howling at the ceiling. Alex is sure he’s being dared, whichever one Michael brings, either to shut him up or open him. He’s equal to both.
He opens him now, opens him with every sharp, firm thrust, with his hand like iron around Michael’s neck, with kisses all over his back and arms and whatever part of his face that he can reach, mostly the corner of his jaw and the soft curve of his cheek. It’s all a balancing act between harshness and tenderness. It’s a tightrope Alex was born to walk.
There’s no waiting, not now, not tonight. Sometimes Alex likes to draw it out, to reduce Michael to a shivering mess, unable to talk, unable to do anything but beg for him. It’s always rewarding to strip Michael down to his component parts just to marvel at the beauty of them and put them back together. But tonight? It isn’t possible. Alex left that level of control somewhere back on the gym mat. Tonight he needs, and he takes what he’s given.
He holds Michael’s hips up, presses himself all along his writhing back, and takes him while he cries out his name in great, grateful bursts of breath. Alex, ah—ah-h, God, Alex, ahhnnn—
And Alex comes first, buried as deep inside of him as possible, thrusts his way through it ‘til he’s spent, then replaces his cock with three fingers keeping up the stretch and the pressure inside him, and god he’s hot and clutching around his hand, Alex’s other hand working his cock until he spills too all across the stained sheets, with a cracking, ecstatic cry.
After, his breath caught, he tries to push himself up onto his arms, tries to pull his clothes to his hands, and before he can even think Alex has him flipped face-up and blinking, his wrists pressed to the bed by Alex’s hands manacled around them. Holding him. Keeping him.
“You’re staying the night,” he says. His pulse hasn’t normalized yet. It’s rabbiting in his chest the whole time his brain is screaming keep him hold him tie him down don’t let him get away and he’s trying to bat those ugly, yearning thoughts out of the air like flies.
Michael’s lovely mouth pops open, and he says, slowly, “I thought…you might not want…”
“I want you.” He swallows and tries to soften. “Please. Stay. It’s late, and…”
“I’m tired.”
Michael’s smile is genuine, and as delicate as glass. When Alex moves in to kiss it, he lays his lips just as soft as he can be on the corner of his mouth. And Michael rewards him gloriously, arching into him, then nestling back, letting his eyes slip closed as Alex hugs him to him and puts his head in the crook of his neck.
“I’m sore as hell,” he grumbles, flexing his ass against the ache he has to be feeling, but Alex can feel him grinning against his skin, so he just turns his head and laughs through a mouthful of hair.
“I think you can confidently call that a good workout,” he says, letting his hand drift down, fitting his thumbnail against one of the welts from earlier.
“Oh, you worked me out. No doubt about that.”
“Quick way to a good night’s sleep, I’ve found.”
Michael is quiet, after that. It’s minutes and minutes later, Alex passing the time by petting him all along his back in time with his own breathing, lulling him into looseness and comfort, that he presses his lips to Alex’s neck and whispers a hoarse little yeah, and does just that.
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