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the other drivers finding a hickey on gen z driver! reader and trying to find out who gave it to her it would be so funny😭😭
WHAT HAPPENS IN MONACO, STAYS IN MONACO
pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader
warnings: hickey. innuendos. rushed writing (lol, I wrote this in the middle of the night so cut me some slack pls).
author's note: thanks for the request! I know this has been in my drafts for a long time so I'm very sorry that it took me a while!! hope you still see this <3 also thank you to @12-seconds-to-live for the title inspo!
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The Monaco Grand Prix was always one of the highlights of the season- the prestige and luxury it brought forward was matched by no other race.
It was also the home of many F1 drivers, including herself. So it wasn't too out of the ordinary for a bunch of them to get together and celebrate in one of the many clubs the city had to offer.
''Y/N, we're going out later tonight, wanna join?'' Pierre asked her, all of their media duties done for the day. Lando, Charles, Max, George and Alex amusingly looked at her, already knowing she would never pass the opportunity to party.
She scrunched her nose, feeling the teasing coming from a mile away. ''I, uh, actually have other plans.''
''What do you mean you have other plans?'' The frowns on the guys' faces didn't do their obvious confusion justice. ''You're seriously saying no to a party with us?'' George was flabbergasted, he had known her for years and in all that time she had never refused.
''I am saying no this time.'' Y/N chuckled, their faces too funny not to laugh at.
''Even the girls are coming,'' Lando said, referring to their girlfriends, ''you can say no to us, but you surely can't say no to them.'' He tried convincing her, knowing about her soft spot for their girls.
Y/N loudly sighed, glancing away for a moment. ''I already told Lily I wasn't coming so that won't be a problem.''
''She didn't tell me that.'' Alex argued, almost offended by his girlfriend not informing him.
The young woman glimpsed at him, a smirk on her face. ''Well, there are many things she doesn't tell you that she tells me, Albono.'' She ended her sentence with a wink to the Williams driver.
Her comment had temporarily taken the focus off of her dismissal to party as the drivers laughed and poked some fun at Alex, but Charles wouldn't let her get away with it just yet. ''But what are those other plans you have, Y/N?''
''I just have better things to do, guys.'' She said, making an advance to leave the paddock and go home for the day.
''Like what?'' Max asked, puzzled by her vague answer.
''I don't know, my friend didn't say his name.'' She grinned from ear-to-ear, quickly waving them goodbye before they could stop her and tease her for going on a blind date with someone.
Y/N could hear the commotion they made as she walked away, secretly smiling to herself. ''I can't believe she's dumping us for some guy.'' She swore it was Lando who said it.
Walking into the driver's briefing the next day hadn't been like the usual days. Normally, she walked in, greeted everyone and sat down on a random chair. However this time, it went a little different.
Y/N walked into the room and greeted everyone, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of a symphony of excited and dismissed greetings back, she was met with smirks and chuckles from her fellow drivers.
''What is it?'' She asked them, not sitting down before she had an answer.
Yet, they continued acting like teenagers and giggled amongst themselves, not giving her an explanation for their weird behaviour.
Daniel was the first one to have mercy on her and spoke up. ''You had fun last night?'' The raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed, the Australian referring to her blind date from the night before that the other must have informed the entire grid about before she arrived.
''It was alright.'' She merely said, finally sitting down on the chair next to Lewis who didn't seem to be very invested as he typed something on his phone.
''Just alright? Cause it seems like you were busy.'' Lando continued the teasing, weirdly putting his hand on the side of his neck.
Y/N frowned at his action. ''I have no idea what you're talking about and stop acting like an idiot.'' She awkwardly chuckled, unnerved by everything.
''You're the only clueless idiot in the room right now, I'm afraid.'' George commented, smiling a bit too bright in her opinion.
''I'm totally confused.'' She let out, not hiding her confusion any longer.
Lewis scratched his voice, not taking his eyes off his phone. ''We can see the hickey on your neck.'' He revealed to her, matter-of-factly.
Y/N's eyes widened, immediately hiding her neck into her sweater while she could feel her head heating up due to embarrassment. ''I just walked past all the reporters- oh my god!'' She exclaimed, angry at herself for giving them any kind of news they could gossip about.
''I'm so happy it's not me this time.'' Lando laughed, victoriously throwing his hands in the air.
''You're the victim of the week, kiddo.'' Valtteri ruffled her hair, sitting on the chair behind her and his former teammate. She weakly smiled at him, mortified at what her team's press officer was going to say about this.
A figure taking the space on the other side of her brought the woman out of her thoughts, glancing beside her, she found Mick's comforting smile. ''Don't listen to them,'' he whispered, ''so, tell me about it! Is he a nice guy?'' Mick couldn't help but be curious, they have been good friends for years.
Y/N snorted, quickly covering her mouth. ''I don't know, there wasn't much talking, to be honest.''
''Okay, gross.''
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gossip girl · pt. xiv
based on the tv series gossip girl
max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader
fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)
a/n: hi!! thank you so much for leaving comments and supporting this!! i hope you enjoy this new part!! ps. I APOLOGIZE BEFOREHAND PLEASE DON'T HATE ME and i haven't proofread it so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes🤍
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the lights of the club were blinding and the music was way too loud to hear what the people around you were saying. max held your hand as he moved around the dancing bodies, trying to get to the vip section on the club. you had spotted your sister jolie, who was talking with the youngest of the leclerc brothers. next to her, you could see pierre, alex and yuki who were laughing about something the latter had said.
"look who has arrived!". daniel screamed as you entered the vip section, catching everyone's attention. "how did the date go?".
"hey mate, it was good. how was dinner?". max asked referring to the meal some drivers had enjoyed to celebrate the end of the season.
"it was great". daniel replied. "we missed you, mate".
"you know, i had other priorities". max replied, giving you a quick glance. "but we're here to celebrate".
as you looked around, you saw pierre, who kept making gestures telling you to sit with him and charles. you squeezed max's hand to his attention and he looked at you.
"i'm gonna go and talk to pierre, okay?". you said and he nodded.
"yeah". he replied, as he leaned to give you a quick peck. "let me know if you need anything or if you want to head back to the hotel".
charles was staring at the scene happening before his eyes. the brown dress you were wearing was driving him insane and he could not help but wonder how max could keep his hands to himself. if he had been in his position, he knows damn well you would not have made it to the club.
"hi pierre". you said and he looked up to meet your eyes. "hi charles".
"you look gorgeous, y/n". pierre said, as you sat down next to the monegasque. "how's max treating you?".
"can't complain, he's a kind man". you replied. "how was your dinner? did you guys have fun?".
"yeah". pierre answered. "but the wine was terrible".
"y/n, what do you want to drink?". charles interrupted your conversation with pierre. "i'm about to go to ask the bartender for one more gin-tonic and i'll bring you whatever you want".
"i'll come". you said and charles smiled at you. "i'm not sure of what i want, i need to see what they offer here".
charles led the way to the bar, passing by your boyfriend, who could not stop himself from staring at you. max had never been the jealous type, but something about charles made him have his guard up. he watched as the monegasque placed his hand on your back to lead you, how he leaned in to talk to you, how you smiled widely back at him whenever he made a joke and it made his blood boil. he could only observe as you took a sip of charles' drink, when he stroke your leg when you accidentally hit the counter and you complained about it and when he asked you to dance and you agreed.
the chemistry of two ex-lovers was still there and max envied that. he could not say anything, he did not want you to know he felt this way. it was the first time, since you started dating, that he realized he was scared to lose you. and for nearly two long hours, max had to swallow the bitterness of the feelings caused by seeing his girlfriend have fun with her ex.
"who's that?". lance asked as a brunette girl entered the vip section.
max recognized her instantly and he thought the night could not get any worse. léa blanc, who used to be your best friend years before and who also was charles' ex-partner, was walking straight to you.
your heartbeat skipped a beat when you noticed léa was here. you felt the anxiety creeping in and a million questions clouded your mind. what the hell was she doing here? somehow you felt like you have been caught red-handed and you were sure léa would misinterpret everything.
charles, who saw your smile drop, turned around to see what had made your expression change like that in just one second. léa looked gorgeous, she was wearing a little black dress and some leather black boots that made everyone around her stop and stare at her. but in that moment that did not matter to charles. he could feel a lump in his throat as his ex confidently approached the two of you with a mischievous smile on her face.
"can i borrow charles for a minute?". léa asked you as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"what are you doing here?". you defensively asked.
"it's none of your business".
"y/n". max, who was now on your side, said as he grabbed your hand. "let's go".
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the silence between the max and you was louder than ever. max sat down on the sofa in front of you, trying to organize his thoughts, but the blood was boiling in his veins and he could not calm down. you paced around the room, unaware of max's feelings. the anxiety and the questions clouded your mind.
"i don't get it". you said frustrated. "why would léa be here?".
"why does it bother you?". max coldly asked.
"because the last time i saw her she acted like a bitch towards me?". you replied. "i'm pretty sure you were around when that happened".
"are you sure it's because of that?"
"what do you mean?". you asked as you stared at him. "of course it's because of that".
"sure". he replied bitterly and you frowned.
"what is wrong, max?"
"i think you're jealous of her". he spat out.
"you can't be serious".
"you spent nearly two hours with charles before she came. two. hours". he emphasized.
"and that doesn't mean anything!". you said as you dropped your arms in the air. "he's my friend, max".
"bullshit".
"so what does it mean then?". you said. "fuck, max. we have had this conversation before, i have asked you if you were bothered by it and you said you weren't. you know i have chosen you over him, so i don't get why are getting so defensive now. fuck, max, i love you-".
"doesn't feel like it".
those four words made your heart drop and shatter into pieces. you stood up as the tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you stared at him. max knew he had messed it up the moment those words had left his lips. he quickly grabbed your arm, making you turn around and look at him. his heart broke when he saw the disappointed look on his face.
"fuck, i am sorry". he apologized as he placed hand on your cheek. quickly, you brushed it off. "i didn't mean it like that".
"max, leave me alone".
"we need to talk about this".
"we do, but not now". you said. "please let me go, i don't want to do this right now".
"fuck, y/n, i am sorry, i swear i didn't mean it like that".
"it doesn't feel like it".
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Will We Talk? | Part 4 |
Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader | Being Katie Cook’s best friend means you see a lot of a certain band, so it’s too bad that the lead singer can’t seem to stand being in your presence. You’re all too aware that you get chatty when you’re anxious, and despite being around each other for a decade, Alex still makes your heart race (and not in a good way). But then he asks a question you never expected to hear, and it changes everything: “Do I make you nervous?”
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A/N: It's finally here oh my lord. Once again so sorry my writing takes so long these days but I'm so excited about this chapter. Thank you for the suggestions I got after I dropped the teaser, really appreciate all the help and it got my mind back into writing mode again. After this there's only one part left, but its going to be fun so don't fret. Really hope you enjoy this part, please let me know what you think. Thank you so so much for reading. Enjoy x
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The run up to Christmas was fun. Fucking Alex every other day of the week had been a surprisingly needed stress relief that a month ago you would have never foreseen. Usually the run up to Christmas had you stressed for no reason in particular but this year with your stresses finally being relieved every other night it was so much better than other Christmas breaks you’ve had in a long time.
Alex had certainly been making the most of your arrangement. It was him texting or calling you asking, “Are you free tonight?” Which may as well be directly translated to ‘Do you want to fuck me tonight?’. Every single time you said yes, not depriving yourself of such simple pleasures and it led to you having a very relaxed holiday season.
And now Christmas is over and done with, you were excited for tonight’s New Year’s party. So much so that you couldn’t sit at home and just wait to get ready, you ended up texting Katie and asking her if you could help her set up and thankfully she said yes.
For the past hour you’ve been listening to music and hearing the Cook's Christmas stories of Forest getting all excited when he opened each present. She showed you a couple of videos before Jamie took the little man out for the afternoon while you both got the house ready for tonight.
Your catch ups are the best and you adore your best friend so much. The gossiping and the giggling never ceases and you’re forever finding new things to talk about, it’s a miracle you’ve not discovered everything there is to know about each other after a decade of being best friends.
But it turns out there are some things you are yet to discover. Like a certain holiday that was being planned.
“You’re coming on the impromptu trip away with us, right?” Katie asks, a little out of the blue as if she’s just remembering as she unpeels the Happy New Year banners from each other and handing one to you.
“Depends, when?” You tell her, knowing the dates of this trip will be the deal breaker if you can go, “I’m back in work on the ninth, remember?”
You’ve joined the Cooks on impromptu trips away before, both with their family and their friends. You’re always invited, which you find thoughtful of Katie and knowing that these trips tend to be very random, you’d started saving money for such events so you didn’t find yourself missing out. The only time you denied yourself was when the trips clashed with work which you hope isn’t the case this time.
“Oh, we come back on the seventh.” Katie grins, very pleased with what you’ve just said, “You’re coming.”
“Yeah,” You find yourself giggling at her, knowing she probably wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway. You continue putting up the party decorations as you tell her, “Just let me know how much it is and I’ll scramble it together.”
“Oh no, Alex is paying for us all,” She tells you, as she seems to be having a hard time stretching the balloons out to start blowing them up, “You just need spending money.”
You immediately frown hearing that, bluetacking the banner on the wall and turning towards your best friend to ask, “What?”
“Alex is paying.” She tells you, “It’s for his birthday. Has he not told you about it yet?”
“No, he’s not mentioned it.” You tell her.
You figure it’s best to neglect mentioning how the singer only talks to ask how you are before he ends up saying the filthiest things into your ear as he fucks you senseless. Holidays and other things normal friends would talk about are not on the cards.
He comes over. You fuck. He leaves. Interaction complete.
“Oh well, he probably expected me to ask you.” Katie shrugs, not thinking much of it, “But yeah don’t worry about the money, he’s paying.”
You’ll see about that, you think as you continue helping your best friend decorate, putting the singer out of your head for the time being.
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I need to speak to you
You text the singer as you’re walking home from Katie’s. You thought about just leaving it but you know if you keep what you're feeling bottled in it will just make you go back into your shell when you’re around him, and that’s the last thing either of you want.
Thankfully those thoughts don’t have enough time to fester because about 2 minutes later Alex texts you back.
Christ
Am I in trouble? x
His response makes you roll your eyes as you can practically hear him asking you. You know for a fact he will have snorted when he got the message through and when he typed that one back to you. So you keep him in limbo for a bit.
You’re not funny
Phone me when you’re free.
Thankfully you’re not waiting for ages for the call. Your phone starts ringing as you turn the corner and head down your road. It’s a little embarrassing how excited you are to get back in your house for a bit and just relax until the party later.
After greeting him, Alex gets straight to the point, “What’s up Y/N?”
“About this holiday,” You start, “Katie told me she wants me to come and I want to know how you feel about that before I start to spiral.”
You can already sense the panic in your chest as you feel like you’re at a bit of a stalemate. You don’t want to let Katie down but you’re also definitely not going to go if Alex wants a break from you. You don’t want to intrude on his holiday. Especially one that’s for his birthday.
“Don’t spiral.” Alex begs, and you swear he’s also outside as you can almost hear the way he takes a drag of a cigarette before he says, “The last thing we need is you spiralling and questioning everything again.”
You can picture the smile tugging at his lips as he says that. So much so that him finding your panic amusing means that you silently want to scorn him.
“I’m well aware of that.” You say a little bit too bluntly, so you attempt to soften the blow when you follow up with a rhetorical, “Why do you think I asked you to call me?”
Alex definitely mutes a laugh, covering it by him pretending to clear his throat. To make sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble he distracts you by asking, “What’s panicking you now?”
“The holiday.” You take a deep breath before you start to vent your worries, “Apparently it’s for your birthday, I don’t know if you want me there with what’s going on with us. The fact that you’re apparently paying... I don’t want you paying for me if I come.”
“I did tell Katie to invite you if she wanted to.” Alex reveals.
“That’s not the point. Do you want me there?” You ask him directly, “I don’t want to intrude on a holiday that’s for your birthday.”
Alex takes a second to answer that, not because it’s a difficult answer but mostly because he wants to know, “If we weren’t sleeping together would you come?”
You think about it for a second and realise that you probably would, but not without speaking to him and asking Katie at least 30 times if you were actually welcome. Not to mention trying not to interact with him much when you were out there. And you certainly would not be allowing him to pay for you.
“I still would have double checked with you first, or got Katie to. But that doesn’t matter, it’s different now,” You start talking about your reality again, “The dynamic has changed.”
“Y/N, we were friends anyway,” Alex sighs and you’re glad he can’t see the way your face contorted in disagreement. “The only thing that’s different this time is that we’ve seen each other naked.”
You almost scoff.
You’ve done a lot more than see me naked, sir.
Feeling flustered at the memories of him fucking you flooding back to your mind, you just get back to the point, “So, do you want me there or not?”
And you listen to his response as you unlock your front door and get into your house. Feeling the absence of the chill from outside makes the singers answer all the more bearable.
“I just want you to do whatever you want to. You can come and have a holiday. I don’t expect anything from you if that’s what you’re worried about.” Alex says sincerely, before adding, “And I am paying.”
“I don’t want you to pay Alex,” You whine like a child not getting their own way. But you add honestly, “It makes me uncomfortable.”
And it’s not even just because you’re fucking him, although that is your main concern. It’s the fact that you’ve barely known him properly before now (and you still wouldn’t say you were all that close in any way but physically), you can’t in your right mind let him spend thousands on a skiing holiday for you.
“Y/N, I didn’t invite you to make you feel uncomfortable.” The singer sighs, feeling like you should know this already.
He’s not ever excluded you from something before and he’s certainly not about to start doing so now. And he’s not letting you pay for yourself when everyone else who is coming is paid for already. Christ, he doesn’t really know why this is even a conversation when everything has already been sorted and paid for in advance.
You feel like you’re whining when you again admit, “I know that’s not the intention but I still feel it Alex.”
“Well, it’s up to you.” Alex shrugs, hoping to convey how much he’s unbothered by the fact he’s paying for a holiday, but he doesn’t want to pressure you. “You’re very welcome to come and I’m paying for everyone, not just you.”
“But-“ You start but then stop yourself.
Alex immediately questions, “But what?”
He would rather know what’s going on in your head rather than be left guessing. He needs to know how best to reassure you otherwise you both will just regress. And he doesn’t think that wanting for your honesty is too much to ask.
You can’t bring yourself to say it. So you just leave him with silence.
But that silence speaks volumes.
“You worried that if I pay for you to come I’m expecting you to shag me?” A few beats of silence pass and as you don’t dismiss him entirely, he already knows it to be true. His question is entirely rhetorical, “That’s it, isn’t it?”
You can’t even confirm it for him. It’s embarrassing to admit, but that is a worry of yours.
“Y/N.” Alex sighs, knowing he’s right because of your silence. “I don’t expect anything from you, you know that right? You can come away with us and we don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s not compulsory, even when we’re home. Y/N/N, you’re Katie’s best friend, you’ve been around for ten years.” He backs up his point some more, “You came on the last holiday we went on, this is going to be no different to that. My birthday just happens to fall on a day whilst we’re there.”
“You didn’t pay for me last time Al.” You argue in a slight huff, already feeling like you’re fighting a losing battle.
“Hey, listen to me.” Alex persists, “I’m paying for everyone to come, not just you, and I’m not expecting a huge orgy all week.”
You can help the laugh that escapes your lips at that. It’s a full giggle that the singer can’t help but grin at as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
“There’s that laugh.” He hums, enjoying the sound even more purely because it’s him that’s caused it.
Only after your laughter subsides, do you ask, a lot calmer now, “Are you sure you want me there?”
“Yes, sweet.” Alex assures you. And just to convince you some more, he adds, “I need someone to entertain Mrs Cook when I pull Jamie away for a pint anyway. Think you fit the brief.”
“Ah yeah, I think I could do that for you.” You chuckle a little, but then you’re serious in a soft tone, “I still feel bad that you’re paying though Alex. Skiing holidays are a lot of money.”
“I have a lot of money that I’ll never need.” The singer tells you, and you try not to think about the way anxiety in your chest dissipates when he says, “I’d rather treat my friends to a week away.”
You're his friend. Something so simple shouldn’t make your heart swell. Especially when the other night he tongue fucked you until you came, twice.
“Well I’m buying you food and drinks whilst we’re away then.” You counter, finally readying yourself to admit defeat.
“We’re going all inclusive but thanks.” You can almost hear Alex’s smirk.
You sigh, dropping down onto your settee and leaning back to try and get comfy, “Well I’m assuming we won’t be staying in the hotel for your birthday. They’ll be pubs and cafes I’m sure.”
He counters, “I’ll take a drink at the airport before we go.”
“Okay deal.” You accept but know you’ll find ways to do more than just that, “Thank you Alex. You really don’t have to do this.”
“Well I want to.” Alex smiles, and his tone is full of amusement as he says, “And I can’t have you spiralling.”
You hum in a silent laugh at that and let your eyes close as you take a deep breath. You’re about to tell him that it’s just how you are but you’re okay now you’ve spoken about it. But he takes your attention again.
“You know that this goes both ways right, Y/N/N?” You’re about to ask him what he’s on about until he continues, “If I text you asking to come over, you can say no and I’m not going to be offended by it. I understand that it’s not going to happen every time.”
He’s talking about fucking you. And trying to make you feel more at ease about your situationship.
Alex finishes off by saying, “I just ask on the off chance that you’re up for it.”
“I am always up for it.” Are the words that slip from your lips, and when you realise what you’ve said, your eyes shoot open.
Oh my god woman, you sound so needy. Backtrack now. Now!
You sit up as you begin to pathetically backtrack, “Well. I mean, I- when you say you are, I, I- usually am too.”
“Good to know you’re always up for me, sweet,” You can hear Alex's smirk then, but thankfully he doesn’t tease you more for it he just carries on to say, “It seems like I’m texting you all the time asking to come over but you can text me. You’re allowed to get horny too.”
You try and fail not to flush at hearing him say that. Especially when you can feel the ghost of his touch as you’re sitting on the settee he had you ride him on a week ago.
“Alex, you’re over twice a week, if not more... It’s not like I’m without relief for long.” To drive the point home you say, “It’s not a ten month wait again.”
In your little meetings you’d discussed when you’d both last been with someone else. Yours was a guy you were seeing at the beginning of the year who turned out to just not do it for you after you dated him for a few months.
Alex’s last fling was another rebound of his after the French girl he cheated on Taylor with. Turns out Alex hadn’t been with anyone in the last 5 months which did surprise you a little. But who are you to presume he’d just become a slag after his break up?
“Still. We started this for a reason.” Alex drives the point home, wanting you to fully understand, “You can say no and you can call me whenever you want too.”
You nod even though he can’t see you, “I know.”
“Maybe this holiday can just be the friends you’re so persistent we’re not.”
You frown, confused, “What?”
“Your rule, ‘no sex while we’re away’.” Alex smirks, but he’s sincere when he says, “To make you feel more comfortable.
“I don’t wanna seem like a prude Alex I just don’t…” You fail to continue your sentence, Wanna seem like a prostitute.
“I think of all people, I’m not the one who’s going to think of you as a prude, sweet.” The singer can't help but tease, finding himself funny.
You take a deep breath, trying not to let your amusement or embarrassment show, “So where are we going?”
“The Alps.” The singer tells you almost smugly, “Where else?”
You decide that you may as well ask him for the details if he’s sorting everything out, “When do we go?”
“Early morning of the second, we need to be at the airport for like four.” He tells you after a moment of thought.
You hum, finally letting the excitement for a holiday bubble in your stomach, “Okay.”
Alex is smiling already hearing you finally sound at ease about the holiday, but he can’t help but push his luck a little more, “You free tonight, sweet?”
“No and neither are you,” You almost laugh, the amusement clear in your voice, “We’ve got Katie’s New Year’s party.”
Alex is grinning as he comes back with, “I mean at like three in the morning.”
“You’re a horny fuck.” You can’t help but tell him as you shake your head.
You’re entirely unable to stop your face from flushing, making you very grateful he can’t see you. All you hope is he’s picturing you with a completely unbothered yet
“You’re the one that just said you’re always up for me.” Alex counters and you have to bite your tongue.
Idiot Y/N.
“See you later Alex.” You immediately dismiss him, not wanting his teasing right now.
Alex laughs loudly, “See you later sweet.”
~*~*~*~ January 2nd 2019 ~*~*~*~
The Alps are absolutely mesmerising and you could stare at the snow covered mountains for days. The trip was certainly worth every single ounce of effort and you know you’ll be eternally grateful to Alex for him bringing you all here.
You’re sure when you first got here you looked like a child in a toyshop. The views are absolutely stunning and you know for a fact that your jaw was agape as you took in the breathtaking scenery around you.
So much so that Alex turned you towards him at one point and pushed your jaw back up and quietly teased, “Don’t let anyone else see those pretty lips parted like that, don’t want people getting ideas.”
Needless to say, you flushed hearing that and Alex wasn’t subtle about the way he let his smirk take over his face. And then he left you hanging, sauntering off to join Miles, Nick, and Jamie walking just in front of you, leaving you to catch up with Katie, Kristen, and Flo who all joined you for the holiday.
Alex leaving you like this hadn’t been the only time since you’d woken up early today though. He’d been a tease since he picked you up to take you to the airport, asking if you’d recovered from the previous nights activities where he all but folded you into a pretzel and fucked you until you came on his cock.
That wasn’t the beginning or end of your antics after the party, he’d teased you at Katie’s party, getting you in the mood and ready for him when he pulled you to a quieter bit of the party and pushed you against the wall to kiss you, taking away any sense but him. And he did it every time to leave you wanting more only for him to pull away and leave you to your own devices for a while.
So you were desperate when it got to 3am and he was practically pulling you down the road so you could get back to your house. And he certainly did show you a good time until you practically passed out from the exhaustion.
You woke up late the next morning to a glass of water and some painkillers on your bedside table along with a note that read, Hope you’re not too sore sweet x
It wasn’t hard to guess he probably felt a hint of guilt how far you’d both gone the night before. In the heat of the moment he said somethings about him wanting you to remember him, the feel of him inside you, over the week that you were both away.
He kept making you regret the no sex on holiday rule. Alex kept saying how you'd be begging him to take you when you got back home, how you’d not be able to walk properly by the time he’d finished with you after a week of not touching him the way he knows your filthy mind craves him.
You're ashamed to admit that your thoughts about him are sometimes so dirty they belong down the gutter. He’d certainly made a good job of having you long for him.
You try not to admit to yourself that you crave him. That when he decided that he was the one that was going to be sitting next to you on the plane and not Flo, you were happy. Not because you had any issue with Flo, no she was such an amazing friend to you, but because it was Alex. And he wanted to sit beside you.
The little shit that he was though teased you the whole journey. You were still tired so when you sighed and closed your eyes once you’d relaxed after the take off, Alex whispered into your ear, “Did I work you too hard sweet?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You say as you feel yourself flush knowing he was to do with your fatigue.
You slept in a little on New Year’s Day after you’d taken the painkillers he’d left out for you, but then your day was spent packing for this trip, figuring out what you’d need and calling Katie to double checking on if you’d need going out clothes and doing a checklist of the skiing things you actually own.
By the time you went to bed it was 11pm and that was far later than you should have been going to sleep because you had to be up at 3am to get ready. So it was do to Alex fucking you hard and long enough on New Years and the fact you had so little sleep last night that you were tired on the plane.
Next, he’s disturbing your attempt at sleep by him putting his hand on your thigh and leisurely trailing his hand up and down, mixed with him occasionally squeezing. He keeps an eye on your reaction to him, you going stiff for a few seconds and him taking great pleasure in saying, “I’ve done worse than putting my hand on your thigh, sweet.”
“Not in public or daylight.” You huff and try to get yourself comfy enough to get sleepy.
Looking out of the window just has you mesmerised so after a few minutes you just end up looking around the plane. It's just you and Alex sitting beside each other and for some reason you’re not all that close to your friends.
Katie, Kirsten, and Flo are all on one row, about 4 seats ahead of you, and Miles, Jamie, and Nick are on the row behind them. You’ve got no idea why you’re so far away from them with the gap of strangers in front of you, but you guess things could be worse. You could be sitting alone or worse, you could be at home feeling like you’re missing out.
There’s a stranger beside Alex so you’re glad you took the window seat and the views of sun rising through the clouds were amazing. You genuinely wish you weren’t as tired as you were so you could appreciate them fully.
Instead you’re feeling uncomfortable and whichever way you lean your head isn’t helping you relax. If it's against the wall of the plane you can feel the vibrations, just leaning back does nothing to help and if you do fall asleep like that you’re not risking possibly snoring because your jaw is hanging open, and if you let your head fall forward that’s not good for your posture, not to mention painful.
Maybe it’s you wriggling in your seat that gives you away, considering his hand is still on your thigh, but Alex seems to pick up on your discomfort easily.
“You can lean on me to go to sleep, you know?” Alex tells you with a smile, nodding down to his shoulder just beside you.
“What,” You hold back your sigh but let him know that you’re not all that impressed with his offer after his previous antics, “So you can just try to wake me up even more?”
“Come on sweet.” Alex chuckles, rubbing your thigh again before squeezing it. “Not my fault you’re not finding it relaxing.”
Pretending that him gripping your thigh didn’t give you flashbacks to the other night, you keep your voice quiet as you raise your eyebrows accusingly, “Because you’re trying to be a tease.”
“And it’s working.” Alex smirks, clearly knowing whatever your tells are by now, he gestures to the back of the plane, “Wanna go to the bathroom?”
Its a mixture of shock and being entirely unimpressed that has you asking, “Are you kidding?”
“Absolutely not.” Alex grins, holding his chuckle as he asks, “We’re not on holiday yet, technically. We could go again if you're not feeling satisfied enough before we land?”
You don’t dignify him with an answer, you just shake your head and look away from the tease. While the thought of him fucking you and you having to be quiet because others are around seems like quite the thrill, the mere thought of doing so in a public aeroplane has you wanting gag.
“What?” Alex fakes his hurt, nonchalantly following up with, “I know you can get horny just after you’ve woken up.”
Your head whips back to him, narrowing your eyes as you scold, “You’re being loud.”
He wasn’t. His voice was just above a whisper. But the mere fact you were on a plane with the possibility of anyone around you eavesdropping has you getting all embarrassed and flustered in an instant.
“Sorry,” Alex barely holds back his grin. “I’ll be subtle about it when I take you in the bathroom.”
Instead of scowling, you lean your head back on the seat, close your eyes, and take a deep breath so you don’t end up smacking him. Taking a few seconds to calm your anxiousness down and try not to let his joking get you too embarrassed when you know he isn’t trying to be malicious, you just stay like that silently.
But Alex disturbs your peace, “You don’t have to think about it so intently Y/N/N, we can just do it.”
“No.” You look at him again, and say even quietly to try and further your point, “Not to mention everyone would see.”
Alex can’t help but take that though as you just don’t want to right now. In such a public setting. That’s not you saying that you’d never be ready to join the mile high club.
“Oh okay, remind me to take you on a private jet.” Alex squeezes your thigh again, before winking, “They mind their business on those.”
You’re lost for words for a brief moment. Taking in exactly what that means, and you end up half frowning.
“Way to persuade me.” You scoff, “Telling me you’re already in the mile high club.”
Sarcasm is thick in your voice as you say, “Such a turn on.”
The singer can’t help but smirk though, “Don’t be jealous now, sweet.”
After that, Alex seems to give you a break from his endless torment. He takes his hand from your thigh as he reaches down to his bag by his feet and takes out the word search book he bought himself in WHSmiths at the airport. Finally you feel like you can relax and sleep for the remainder of the 2 hour flight.
Or you hoped so anyway, but it seems the vibrations of the plane's wall just wanted you conscious. So it was with a huff you leant back against the headrest once more.
“Just,” Alex sighs and he picks his hand up to cup the side of your face to gently push your head on his shoulder.
Instant comfort was an understatement compared to the wall and the seat. But you still felt weird about it.
You tell him with a sigh, “I don’t want to annoy you.”
“You don’t annoy me at all, Y/N/N.” He dismisses immediately, paying you no more attention after saying, “Go to sleep.”
And so you did. You got a good hour’s sleep and you think it was only when the plane started to make a steady descent that your body woke you up as a result of the decrease in altitude. But you woke up gently and slowly, and you realised you were still on Alex’s shoulder long before you opened your eyes.
You found yourself not wanting to move. The woody scent of his aftershave leaves you in a little trance all the time and you never want to bring yourself out of it. So you just blinked your eyes open slowly and told your body not to even twitch to give away that you were awake.
And Alex didn’t notice because you now see he’s entirely too engrossed in his book. Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre.
A true classic, you can’t help but tiredly smile as you see he’s about to get to one of your favourite bits of the book. You following pretty easily for a few pages because he’s holding the book open practically as far as it can go (you’re so tired you can find it in yourself to shudder at the fact the book will definitely have a cracked spine) in one hand, and you only noticed when he turned the pages that his other had gone back to gently resting on your thigh.
Everything is good for about 5 minutes, but then the singer started reading too fast for you at one of your favourite bits, so you end up having to say a quiet, “Go back,”
“What?” You feel Alex turn his head towards you a little, his jaw gently nudging your head but you don’t make a single effort to move.
“Hadn’t finished the page,” You tell him and Alex can’t help but smile as he turns the page back for you.
His only indication that you’re ready to move on is the slight nod of your head and Alex even angles the book towards your direction a little more so you can both read. He smiles at the way you haven’t attempted to move from his shoulder at all, seemingly quite comfy.
You both continue reading together for the next few pages until the same thing happens again where Alex turns the page too soon. This time you whine a little as you whisper, “Too fast.”
“Not had you complain about my speed before.” Alex can’t help but tease when the opportunity is right there for the taking, but all it earns him is a poke in his side which makes him jump and he just about peers down at you seeing you smiling victoriously.
After this you fall into a rhythm of you nodding slightly when you're ready for him to turn the page. It doesn’t bother Alex at all, no it's the opposite, he finds you endearing that you’re both enjoying his book and reading it at the same time.
The both of you become entirely engrossed in Jane Eyre’s world that you barely even acknowledge that the plane is just about ready to land. It’s only when the air hostess’ voice fills the plane as they announce over the tannoy that you’d be landing shortly, does Alex close the book.
At the same time you reluctantly pick your head up from his shoulder, Alex offers as he taps the book, “Can borrow it after me if you want?”
“I’ve already read it, I just love that part you’re on.” You hum, smiling at him in earnest, “Thank you though.”
And both of you know you’re not just saying thank you for that offer, but thank you for allowing you to fall asleep on him.
The transfer to the resort even had you in awe. But when you got to the hotel and you entered your room, you were blown away by your view.
The white mountains are stunning and you were so glad you brought your camera. This was something you definitely didn’t want to ever forget.
The air felt like ice on your skin as you took your pictures, the bitter cold making you want to jump into the private hot tub you have on your balcony.
You restrain yourself, saving that for later, you opt for a hot shower to settle you after that flight and you end up falling asleep in the warmest queen sized bed.
You all meet downstairs a few hours later where you get some food and decide that you’re going to all get ready to hit the slopes, you all opting for the red runs for today. They were so much fun and with you skiing, you just find yourself in awe of Flo on her snowboard flying past you all.
It’s a fun few hours, with you all stopping half way down the slope at one of the cafes on the mountain where you all have a hot coffee, and the lads follow it up with a beer. The lads head off before the rest of you, wanting to be speed demons and race down the rest of the way which you’re all fine with.
You know Flo will inevitably end up beating them down anyway. Which she of course did.
Before you set off though, you girls decide that after dinner you’re all going to have a little hot tub party. So that’s how you’re now sinking in the hot tub on your balcony, Katie already in after beating you to being the first.
You just laugh at her rushing in there to beat you, as you take off your hotel dressing gown to reveal your dark green bikini. Katie says she loves the colour of yours as you glance back around at her and tell her you adore her maroon one.
But it’s when you step into the tub that Katie gasps, loud enough for you to pause as you stand in the pool of bubbling water.
“What are they?” Katie points to your thighs with wide eyes.
Your bruised beyond belief thighs. Dark, almost purple bruises that litter the tops of your thighs which were left by the mouth of the singer next door.
“Y/N!” Katie yells, her jaw dropped as she looks at the assault on your skin, “What the fuck?”
“Katie, stop looking at me.” You get all flustered and embarrassed so you're about to sit down, but your best friend grabs your hips to stop you so she can look at the dark marks for longer.
“Oh my fucking god.” She shakes her head, too shocked by the sheer amount of them. “It’s hard not to when you have those on your thighs Y/N!”
“Please stop, can we just pretend you didn’t see them.” You pry yourself out of her grip and finally immerse yourself into the hot water, loving the chill dissipating from your body.
“No, I want the gossip.” Katie grabs her glass of prosecco you’d poured her and left on the side of the tub along with yours and the other girls that were meant to be coming shortly. “How’s it been going between you two?”
“Fine.” You nod with a coy smile as you reach for your glass.
Your best friend shakes her head, “I’m not settling with fine.”
“It’s good.” You take a long sip of your drink, knowing you’ll need it if you’re having this conversation, “I guess he keeps me on my toes.”
“In what way?” She prys.
You think about how to word your feelings for a second. The sound of the jets humming in the cold air fills the brief silence until you end on, “I’m still not used to having a booty call or being one. I still get a text off him and it throws me... He still makes me nervous.”
“That’s good though.” Katie hums and nods, “He’d be boring if he didn’t make you nervous.”
“Yeah, I guess.” You nod in agreement.
But your best friend enquires, “He’s not making you nervous in general now, right? Just when he comes on to you?”
“No, it's a lot better.” You explain honestly, sinking into the water a little more. “But I’m still not at ease if that makes any sense. I still find him difficult to read.”
“That just comes with time.” Katie nods, understanding you entirely, “When you start spending more time with him, you’ll figure it out.”
“Well that doesn’t really happen,” You mumble a little but seeing as she heard you and noting that sparkle in her eye for the gossip, you explain, “He sort of just shows up and we fuck and then he leaves.”
Katie frowns a little at that though, “Thought he took you out?”
“That was just until I felt more comfortable around him. We’ve not carried that on.” You almost cringe when you say, “We’re just shagging now.”
“And how’s that going?” Your best friend smirks, “The bruises seem like a good sign.”
You sigh, “Yeahhh.” taking another sip of your drink.
“What was that sigh for?” She calls you out.
You try to pass it off immediately, “Nothing.”
But she’s not having any of it, “S’not nothing, come on.”
“He was just a tease on the plane but he’s doing it on purpose.” Your cheeks heat up a bit as you tell her.
“Getting you ready for later.” She grins and gives you some teasing suggestive eyes herself.
You gently shake your head, “I don’t think so.”
“Oh?” Katie raises her eyebrows, “What does that mean?”
Oh fuck.
“Don’t make me explain Katie.” You pout.
She pushes you, “Come onnnn.”
You just sigh in defeat and say, “We’re not doing that right now.”
“Excuse me?” Your best friend is now even more confused.
“You heard me Kate.” You sigh, closing your eyes not wanting to explain yet another of your stupid thoughts to her.
For clarity’s sake she has to ask, “Weren’t you with him twice last week?”
“We shagged on Boxing Day and then the 28th and New Years.” You tell her.
And it occurs to you that you’ve probably not been this active on a regular basis since you were in your late teens. Either you or Alex clearly has the sex drive of a teenager and with the state of your thighs, you think it’s more likely Alex.
Glancing at the bruises again you can almost feel the ghost of his mouth there. You fall into the daze of remembering the way his lips attacked the tops of your thighs as he fingered you to edge you, not letting you finish until you were begging to have his tongue instead.
He toyed with you, saying his mouth was already on you, sucking your thighs that bit more before biting them making you whine. But you were desperate to have him eat you out. Have his tongue tease and flick your clit in the way he knows makes you lose your mind.
And he wouldn’t give in. Not until you were on the edge for the third time, right on the verge of getting bratty with him and making the right decision he compensated by eating you out until you came twice on his tongue. And the way he fucked you afterwards, god, you wish-
“And he’s not touched you since?” Katie’s question shocks you back to reality.
You blink a few times, and shake your head, “No.”
She smirks, almost trying to hide it behind her glass, “I bet you’re losing your mind.”
“I feel like it.” You hum, nodding.
Katie asks, fully ready to big you up to go and knock on his door after your girls prosecco party, “Don’t you want him to touch you?”
“I want nothing more at the minute.” You tell her honestly, “But we’re not doing it until after the holiday.”
She frowns, completely confused, “Why?”
Surely on holiday is on of the best places to fuck? Why wouldn’t you be doing that? Katie can’t help but think.
“Because he knew I felt uncomfortable about him paying for me to come and I was worried he’d expect something from me.”
“Y/N.” Her face falls and then she gently scorns you, “He’s not like that.”
“I know he isn’t Katie. But you know how my mind works. It worries me.” You shrug, not really being able to help it.
“Well I thi-“ Katie starts but is interrupted by Florence appearing at the door of your balcony.
“Hey,” You grin, very thankful for the conversation being cut short.
Hopefully never to be brought up again.
“Flo,” Katie smiles and waves her over, “Come in.”
The gorgeous woman walks out and hangs her dressing gown up before running to the tub to escape the chilly air. After commenting on how much both you and Katie like her black, glittery bikini, the artist asks you both, “What were we talking about?”
You try to think of something quickly to change the subject entirely but your best friend gets in there first and grins, “Just how Y/N/N is sleeping with Alex now and she’s seeing if she can go the holiday without.”
You might drown yourself in this hot tub. Can you get any more embarrassed today?
Flo’s smile is huge as her head whips around to you in shock. You can tell she’s happy for you, presumably for Alex too, but she shocks you when she tells you, “Don’t deny yourself the pleasure.”
You’re so beyond confused by that statement until Katie’s eyes go wide as she gasps, “Fuck, I always forget about you two.”
You blink a few times as you hear her tell Katie that it’s understandable she’d forget because it was before her and Jamie got together. But you’re still in shock, you have to get the clarification, “You and Alex?”
You hope it doesn't sound like you’re annoyed because you’re not, no one even Alex has to tell you anything about this and clearly Flo just found out about yours and her ex’s rendezvous. You’re just confused, clearly Katie forgot but you’ve not even heard any jokes about it or any mention of it before now.
“Yeah, a long time ago.” Flo nods and is quick to explain as she grabs her glass of prosecco. “Lost our virginities to each other back in college, but started seeing him years later.”
She continues to explain with a roll of her eyes, “But the idiot was seeing me at the same time as Alexa back on their Favourite Worst Nightmare tour so I held my tongue for about a week until I blew up and called him out in front of all the lads…” She adds quickly, “It got ugly.”
It makes your chest go tight. He did that to one of his best friends years ago, and he did to his girlfriend of three years last year.
You're sincere when you say, “I’m so sorry.”
You feel almost embarrassed to be sleeping with him now. Especially when you’d consider Flo a friend of yours, even before this trip, when you spoke to her about her artwork that she creates at various parties you’ve both attended. She’d always been lovely to you and made you feel entirely at ease.
And now you’re sleeping with her ex. You need the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“Don’t be, it worked out well in the end.” It seems that the artist can’t keep the smile off her face as she finishes her story, “I went to Manchester and Matty and my cousin, Adam, got me through it. And when the time was right and I was healed, Matty asked me out and now we’ve been together for a decade.” Her grin is huge as she proudly tells you, “Married for three and a half years.”
It’s impossible to not be happy for her, her love for her husband shining through so brightly. But you can’t help but ask her, “Why are you still friends with him? Alex, I mean.”
You can’t imagine anyone betraying your trust that much and being close friends with them years later.
“Oh, it took a long while and a lot of grovelling on his part. But after two years of barely speaking to him, and with how happy I was with Matty, I forgave Al and now we get on like nothing ever happened.” Flo explains, “I see the other lads too often to let it continue for a lifetime of awkwardness.”
She’s a better person than you. You could never.
You think out loud. “The lads didn’t know he was two timing you?”
“No,” She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “They were as shocked as me when Alexa showed up. Only Miles knew, and covered for him.”
You shake your head, seeing Miles in a completely different light now. But you guess if you’re judging Alex by how he’s only been with you, you have to do the same with Miles.
“You’re too good. I would never forgive either of them for that.” Katie gives her two cents on the situation.
“I’ve been told that a lot. By Alex himself too... But despite last year's shit show, he has changed.” Flo assures you, but then smirks, “So enjoy him, queen.”
You sink into the water a bit more, entirely awkward about the way both women are smirking at you.
“Don’t be embarrassed. He’s good.” Flo giggles, “God only knows that if I didn’t call him out to everyone I would have a hard time choosing between him and Matty.”
You’re glad she’s such a lovely person and she eases you entirely.
“Good job you’re married then.” You joke, which makes Katie also spit out her drink laughing and Flo giggles before clinking her prosecco glass with yours.
“You should see her thighs.” Your best friend laughs.
You shoot her the dirtiest look, “Katie!”
~*~*~*~
Thankfully by the time Kristen arrived the subject of you and Alex had long since been dropped.
Flo saw your thighs and she told you about how she thinks the man will never truly grow up because he left lots of love bites on her boobs when they lost their virginities, and mercifully after that, the subject moved away and the four of you are now just chilling and listening to your a playlist that’s blaring through your phone.
You were all giggling at nothing in particular when you got startled by two men at the balcony door. Alex and Jamie come outside in their trunks and Jamie is the one to scoff, “You all thought you could have a party without us.”
Jamie practically jumps in and sits himself down between Flo and Katie, but your attention is drawn to Alex who sinks in beside you and you half find yourself wanting to scurry over to Katie.
He looks too good. Last time you’d seen him shirtless you were drunk and your memory hazy, but he looks so fucking good and his toned abdomen and his trunks low enough for you to clearly see that V line down to- Stop.
Stop.
Thankfully Alex doesn’t seem to notice the way you get a little bit more tense with him beside you. Instead he immediately asks Flo, “How’s Matty, angel?”
“Yeah he’s good, thanks Shakespeare.” Flo smiles, and despite not understanding her nickname for him, you happily listen in to distract yourself.
Maybe it’s to do with the Macbeth reference in If You Were There, Beware? You can’t help but wonder. Maybe you’ll ask her later.
The singer can’t help but ask curiously, “Why didn’t he join us again?”
“Tour rehearsals.” The artist informs him, “His UK tour starts on the ninth.”
“Fair enough,” Alex nods, clearly completely understanding the situation Flo’s husband finds himself in. “I’m glad we aren’t back on the road till late Feb now.”
“Bet you are.” Flo smiles at him but when he tunes into Jamie’s conversation, her eyes flick to you and she smirks.
You sink even further into the water.
Despite Alex now being beside you, you try not to let your nervous energy take over. No, instead you carry on as normal and have some of the funniest conversations with the people around you. You’re only thrown off when you realise that an old Arctic Monkeys song comes on through your phone and your eyes go wide when Jamie sighs, “I haven’t heard this song in so long.”
Immediately, you tense hearing the guitar and drums at the start of Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts. Fuck, this is why you don’t normally have your music on around Katie, so you don’t have this awkward interaction.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise it was in this playlist.” You say, immediately turning to reach for your phone.
Liar. You feel Alex’s eyes screaming at you, as he looks amused at the fact you like his music, as if he already didn’t know.
“Keep it on.” Jamie tells you, and you hesitate for a split second feeling Alex’s eyes on you until his friend continues to say, “Complete nostalgia of playing it at yours Al.”
“Yeah, it’s a gooden.” Alex smiles.
“Who was this one even about Al?” Flo asks, entirely amused, thankfully stealing the singer's attention away from you so he doesn’t see you starting to fidget, really not wanting the song to stay on.
Your knee is twitching, your foot tapping on the floor of the jacuzzi like you can’t sit still at all. Thankfully the water and the bubbles will be enough to stop you from being noticed though.
“Just that girl I fancied back in Year 11.” Alex explains, “She was in your English lessons, I think she was called-“
If you were to tell the story again, you wouldn’t have been able to name the girl at all. Just that Alex really liked her in school and never got the courage to ask her out and then some guy who was in the year above them in school ended up going out with her.
The conversation moved on and easily past that and your awkwardness about the man you’re sleeping with catching you having his song on your playlist eases off. But then, about 10 minutes later, it happens again.
“Fuck my life,” You whisper immediately reaching to grab your phone this time.
Because this is so much worse.
It’s not just that Piledriver Waltz has started to play. It’s even more embarrassing that it's the Submarine soundtrack version of the song, it’s just Alex. Not even Arctic Monkeys.
“Didn’t know you enjoyed my music this much, sweet.” Alex can’t help but once again tease you. Finding your reactions too entertaining not to.
The panic in your eyes when the first Monkey's song came on, but the way you swore under your breath at this one just made him want to burst out laughing. You look absolutely mortified, and clearly not wanting to get any extra teasing from himself or your friends which you were likely expecting.
But Alex isn’t one to disappoint. So of course he teased you.
You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him, “In the nicest possible way, fuck off.” Before you quickly look for a playlist that is safe and doesn’t have any of his songs on there.
“It’s all good Y/N.” Alex smirks, “It’s good to know I’m doing something right.”
His hand comes to rest on your thigh to stop your leg from tapping. You swallow, stopping your movements and taking a deep breath to not let it get to you that the others could see his hand on your thigh. Although you’d rather them see his hand there than the bruises he’s left.
Thankfully the bubbles disguise it from everyone else and no one comments, but just as you ask, “What album do you want to listen to?” Miles and Nick turn up at your door with more alcohol in their hands and everyone beckons them in.
Which is an issue for you because the hot tub is probably only meant to have 4 people in it at the most and now there’s 8 of you. So you’re unsure why it’s you and Kirsten that have drawn the short straws, but you’ve both been pulled into the laps of who you’re sleeping with. But one second you were seated closely beside Alex, and now you’re sitting on his lap, your arm having to go over his shoulder so you don't slip off as you lean into him a little.
Kirsten and Nick, you understand, they are married. Flo not sitting in Miles’ lap, you again understand because they aren’t together. What you don’t understand is why Katie isn’t on her husband's lap when they are married and have a child. But you, who has been sleeping with this man for less than a month, has been pulled onto his lap to make more room for everyone.
All of a sudden you feel like you’re holding your breath and can’t relax. After being submerged in the warm water for so long, most of your top half being exposed to the crisp air makes you chilly and your thighs feel far too close to the surface of the water so you feel your hands in your lap to try and disguise the bruises.
Thankfully one of Alex’s arms comes to rest across your thighs too and he holds your thighs again. And you can’t help slipping back into that little daydream of yours.
Of the way he pried your thighs open, as if you weren’t already willing and dripping for him. As if you weren’t begging him to eat you out anyway. And when he finally gave into your demands his fingers only dug into your skin more, holding you open entirely at his mercy.
And when he worked you up and up until he had your back arching and his name caught in your throat as you pulled harshly on his hair. He kept going, eating up everything you had to give him until you were writhing beneath him entirely overstimulated.
After he blissfully tortured you like that, he kissed his way up your body until you could taste yourself on his tongue. And that only lead to him fucking you till you could barely move. His cock made you see stars when he hooked his arms under your legs and moved them closer to your chest.
The pleasure he drove into you over and over was blinding, you saw white when you came. The only thing you can remember is the way Alex groaned into your ear when you clenched around him and the way he moaned when you tugged on his sweaty hair. And the way he bit your shoulder when he got his release not a minute later.
Not to mention the way he flipped you over when you both caught your breaths and he fu-
“I can feel you.” Alex's whisper startles you out of your memory and your eyes snap to the man you were daydreaming about.
You all but jump off his lap, your heart racing ten to the dozen feeling like you’ve been caught red handed. But you keep calm, not letting your cheeks heat up to give you away.
“Feel what?” You ask him, the shock slowly disappearing from your face.
“Your pulse,” Alex tells you in a low voice, his grip on you tightening, “On my thigh.”
And it dawns on you what he means. You’re fucking throbbing, completely aching at the thought of him. And he can fucking feel you.
Fuck offfffffff. Men can actually feel that?!
No. No. No.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play dumb, having to because you don’t think you’ll be able to look at him again if not.
Not that you can right now, you just look at Flo and start listening to her, Miles, and Kirsten’s conversation. Meanwhile praying to every god that there is that you calm the fuck down and you stop being horny immediately.
“Course you don’t, sweet.” Alex kisses your shoulder and his lips linger on your skin as he smirks, “Just like you can’t feel me.”
You’re about to ask him what he means until he shifts you against him more and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh. He’s hard. Really hard. You have to hold in the sound you want to make.
Why the fuck did you want this ‘no fucking’ shit. You can’t stop thinking about him. The way you want to kiss him. The way you want him in your mouth. The way you want him to fill you up and fuck you like it’s the last time you’re ever going to be able to.
You don’t even realise what you’re doing until Alex grunts in your ear, “I’d stop wriggling unless you want me to fuck you in front of these lot.”
Your thighs press against each other and you pray Alex didn’t feel that too. Despite him definitely noticing, Alex didn’t say anything, didn’t tease you any more and you just about managed to have a conversation with Flo about how she’s joining her husband on his tour and how she’s going to stay in Sheffield for a while after to see her best friend.
But it’s not long after that, the alcohol runs dry and everyone notices the time. Nick and Kirsten are the first to leave, followed by Katie and Jamie, and when you don’t move from Alex’s lap (because he won’t let you, his hands clutching you tightly after you tried to move when the first couple left. Clearly doesn’t think the bubbles will hide his hard on) Flo and Miles are the last to get out.
Miles gives you both a cheeky smile and he helps the artist out of the tub and hands her the dressing gown. Both of them say bye to you and Alex but Florence gives you a teasing look as she leaves, seeming to scream at the both of you, have funnn.
Your jaw locks and you very subtly shake your head at her, trying your absolute best to keep the smile off your face and show your strength. And you’d say you do well, you shout an unbothered bye to the direction they went and only when you hear your bedroom door thud shut does Alex’s hold on you go slack.
And finally you release the breath you were holding and grab the side of the tub to stand up, needing off this man's lap before you do something you’ll regret. Abandoning your empty prosecco glass you just get yourself stood up when the singer stops you.
“Where are you going?” Alex gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, the water sloshing as you fall back towards him.
“Alex,” You sigh as he moves you so you’re straddling him, but before you can even protest his mouth finds yours.
His kiss takes your breath away, and he doesn’t give you time to think. He just wants you to feel.
Alex attacks you with long kisses, three of them that have you forgetting that you were even trying to get away. It’s as if something ignites in you both, the mere connection of your lips has your skin erupting in goosebumps, and they aren’t from the contrast with the hot water and the cold air.
But you seem to get some perspective and much to Alex’s disappointment, you pull back from the kiss. But he doesn’t let you go far at all, his hand on the back of your neck keeps you close enough your foreheads are resting against each others.
“It’s just a kiss.” Whispers the man who’s got your heart racing, his hand pulling your neck that bit closer hoping you’ll kiss him again.
“It’s never just a kiss with you,” You breathlessly reply, gently shaking your head, your nose rubbing against his.
When he pulls you back for another kiss you can’t deny yourself the simple pleasure. Because it is never just a kiss.
And it isn’t, because you’re not sure what this one is laced with, but you’re addicted. You don’t want to stop for a single second, especially not when he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you against him properly.
Your back arches, your chest against his now and he can feel your peaked nipples through your bikini top. He can’t help but groan, he’s been wanting to feel them against him in some capacity since he saw them through your bikini top when he lifted you onto his lap and you got cold and his head filled with filth about you.
About how he wanted to pinch them between his fingers so you’d make that noise he loves. About how he couldn’t stop thinking about his head being back between your thighs when he spotted the bruises he’d left there. About how he wanted nothing more than to tease you in front of his friends, to see how far he could push you out of your comfort zone. And after he could feel you throbbing on his thigh he wanted nothing more than to make you cum over and over again.
This kiss turns hard and hungry and it takes you enough by surprise that if you were standing you’d have stumbled back with the force of it. As you’re on his lap though, you can’t escape and you don’t for a second want to. Alex’s hands move your hips so you start grinding on him and both of you moan at the friction.
You hope that the rumble of the jets hides them from anyone other than the two of you, and you pray to every god that Katie and Jamie haven’t decided to go into their hot tub as they are the room beside yours. Despite the wooden panelling hiding the balconies completely from potential neighbours, you need to keep quiet. But it’s so difficult when he’s making you feel so good.
The more you grind against him, the more you can feel your stomach tighten with need. The way Alex is dragging you against his cock just makes you worse, your clit finally getting the friction it’s been aching for.
Minutes pass of your whining, gasping, and mewling as he encourages you, taking handfuls of your arse to pull you towards him as he bucks his hips up into yours. His moans motivate you more, your hips now erratic in search for relief as he kisses you.
Alex licks into your mouth like he can’t get enough of the way you taste. His groans spur you on, and his hand moving up to the middle of your waist has you arching into his chest again, and he can’t help but move his hips in time with yours, loving the little whines that escape your pretty lips.
But he needs to hear more, so when you tug on his hair, and he bucks up into you, he bites your bottom lip when you moan so he can muffle it with his own lips. He smirks when he pulls away and he grabs your face, his thumb and index finger pressing your cheeks together as he grinds you against him again, his fingers digging into your hip ensuring it.
The moan you let out for him then, you can’t suppress, and by the way Alex’s eyes seem to sparkle with delight shows you just how satisfied the sound makes him. Like it was intent all along to have you be loud for him.
“Do I feel good, sweet?” His voice a low whisper that has your throat bobbing.
The singer kisses his way up your jaw before biting your earlobe, and he clearly wants an answer, “Well?” His hand falling from your cheeks to your neck and the slightest pressure has your head in pieces.
“Mmm.” You hum in agreement pulling back enough to grab his jaw and bring his lips back up to yours.
You refuse to let him mark your neck up again, no matter how good his lips feel on your throat. And at this point you know he’d do it just to get the both of you caught to see if you could withstand your friends teasing.
This between you carries on for longer than it should. But that pull, that spark, between you, now ignited neither of you can get enough.
“You like knowing you get me this hard, just from seeing the bruises I left on your thighs?” Alex rasps, as he kisses slowly down your neck.
At this point, you think you’d do just about anything to have his lips on you or on your skin somehow. It’s addicting. So much so that you don’t remember the silly rule that you agreed upon, especially when Alex moves his hand
“From seeing these,” Alex hums against your neck as his thumbs circling both your nipples through your bikini. “I can still feel them on my chest from the other night.”
His lips trail down your neck and the top of your chest and he kisses over your skin and his hands grab at you that bit tighter as he says, “I want my mouth all over you, sweet.”
His thumbs hook into your bikini top and he pulls both cups to the side, leaving you bare for him. His lips are on your breast in a second and the other he kneads in his calloused hand.
Your head falls back, a moan falling freely from your lips as you grind yourself onto his cock as he sucks your nipple. Needing as much friction as you can get because you could easily finish like this if he carried on. But god, you want him inside you instead.
Picking your head up, your fingers tug in his hair encouraging him as his right hand now grabs your arse again making you move on him. Fuck, you could cum just from this, easily if he carries on.
He swaps to your other tit, lapping at it and savouring the sweetness of your skin and he can’t help but moan when you rut against him again. God, he just wants to have you like this forever, just free of inhibitions and completely giving into your desire.
“Well, sweet? You like knowing what you do to me?” He teases, but he takes it a step further and he reaches between you and he presses circles onto your clit through your clothes, “That I like feeling this greedy thing throbbing on my lap for me?”
The sound you let out is guttural and completely obscene. To mute it you harshly pull his hair so you can press your lips against his to quieten yourself. But fuck knows if he even helps.
His sweet torture continues and you feel the tension forming in your lower stomach, flames scorching your limbs, all caused by the man who’s name falls from your lips in desparate pleas, “Alex.”
His kiss is hot and heavy like a man starved, like he could never get enough of you. His hands claiming you is something promise you’ll never deny yourself the pleasure of again, those magic fucking fingers have you seeing stars. Each swipe of them against your clothed clit pushes you closer towards that delightful edge.
“I- Al, oh.” Fuck. You’re going to finish, this is it and it’s going to shatter you entirely.
His warm hands on you, the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your own, his body heat making your nipples perk from the stimulation. And his fucking cock that you’re aching to have inside you, he’s so hard all you can think about is reaching down and moving your costume to the side so you can line him up and fill you to the br-
So consumed with your thoughts and your erratic hips chasing the orgasm you're on the verge of having you miss the singer mumble against your lips, “Okay, that’s enough.”
You only register when Alex’s hand now holds your hip to stop you from moving and you hear him say, “Stop, sweet.”
“No,” You helplessly whine, entirely cockdrunk at this point, wanting him too badly and you kiss him deeply again.
But Alex only entertains the kiss for another second, before he pulls away and to stop your lips from following his again, he holds your jaw, “If you keep kissing me, we’re not going to make it another minute.”
You’re so breathless you barely understand what he means. But as you take a minute to get some oxygen back into your system you realise what you’ve done and god you want to lock yourself up and throw away the key.
“I’m sorry.” You swallow, looking away from his gaze.
“Don’t apologise.” Alex shakes his head, and you note he’s just as out of breath as you. And he gently readjusts your bikini so it’s covering your modesty again as he says, “We agreed on your rule, sweet, don’t wanna break it on day one now, do we?”
It’s his smirk that he gives you as he says the end of that which makes you say, “You’re a bully.”
Because he’s got you all hot and bothered, only to completely edge you and use ‘your rule’ as an excuse to leave you right on the brink. God you could absolutely throttle him. But knowing Alex, he’d enjoy it, so you keep your hands to yourself.
The singer just laughs, “You love it.” And he taps your arse under the water to prompt you to stand up so he can too.
Jesus Christ it’s only now that you realise how perishing the cold is, you practically jump out of the tub and run for your dressing gown before heading to the door. And you’re kind enough to hold the door open for Alex as he wraps his towel around his shoulders.
It’s only now that you gulp seeing just how little the swim shorts disguise his erection. Standing at attention is an understatement, and there’s a little spark of pride that scorches your blood knowing you’ve caused that.
You don’t let your eyes linger, but you know from the smug smirk on his face as he walks through the door that he’s caught you looking. And the prick opens his mouth, probably to bully you once more but you beat him to it as you close and lock the balcony door.
“You don’t care about the rule, why’d you stop when I was clearly enjoying myself?” You ask as you follow him to the door to your room.
“Because you were dead set about not wanting to before we came.” Alex tells you sincerely, and you can’t help your heart from warming that little bit as he looks you in the eye and says, “I don’t want you regretting anything between us.”
Swallowing down the smile you want to plaster all over your face, you tell him, “I don’t regret what just happened, for the record.”
“Good.” Alex smiles, walking the last few steps to your door. And the singer is about to open it before he pauses, turns back and tells you, “Oh, and don’t get yourself off.”
Immediately you frown a little. It’s a miracle your words don’t come out as a scoff, “Don’t think you have that authority.”
The smirk that comes to those pretty swollen lips and the way his eyes darken is something that needs capturing in a museum. Fucking hell it’s definitely banked away in a certain area of your mind.
“I could just fuck you now if you’re going to do that.” Alex raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’so putting the offer out there.
But after him saying it’s only day one, you’re definitely not giving in now. A week without fucking him. You can do it. You just can’t fucking slip up again. How embarrassing of you to have given in to your temptations only mere hours after your holiday began.
Alex seems to understand your thoughts entirely so he quickly saves himself from a scolding, “Think of it as being edged instead, don’t touch yourself. It’ll make next week more fun.”
Your still fucking throbbing for him, aching isn’t even the right word for the need for relief you’re feeling. It looks like your bullet won’t be being used while you’re away after all. But if you’re showing restraint, you certainly won’t be the only one.
You nod, the corner of your lips tugging up a little seeing Alex smile down at you and as he reaches from the door handle to let himself out, you surprise him by saying, “Don’t touch yourself either then.”
He looks at you again, his eyes entirely full of surprise that you’ve given him an order. But he’ll do it for you. He won’t be a double standard, so he agrees.
Although when he opens the door and takes a step out, and you tell him, “Go get a cold shower.” He loves your brattiness.
“Could share one of those?” Alex offers as he takes a step back towards you, his eyes bright and full of mischief as he smirks down at you.
All you can think is, And end up having a repeat of the first time you were in the shower with him? No chance.
“See you tomorrow, Alex.” You smile, placing a hand on his bare chest and pushing him towards the door perpendicular to yours.
Alex chuckles, blowing you a teasing kiss, “Goodnight, sweet.”
~*~*~*~ January 4th 2019 ~*~*~*~
To say that the next couple of days were positively torturous would be a massive understatement. The cold shower you had after Alex left your room that first night didn’t do much to calm you down, the ache between your thighs didn’t disappear until well into the night of you tossing and turning in bed.
At one point you were ready to march into his room and tell him how unfair it is to leave you on edge like that, and that it was unfair because you’d be so pent up that you’d have a miserable holiday. But then you’d realise you’d see the singer's smug smirk and he’d say something along the lines of, ‘You’re so greedy that you come begging me to get you off, is that it? You can’t go even a few hours without me, can you not? You poor sweet thing.’
So you chose to stay warm in bed, following his direction of not getting yourself off and you eventually fall asleep. You swear though that if he got himself off and didn’t stick through this with you, you’d be absolutely fuming.
And you can’t help but be pleased when Alex eventually joins you all for breakfast the next morning, and he made a thunderstorm look appealing. ‘In a mood’ would be an understatement. The singer looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, he hadn't even bothered with his hair, it was still dishevelled, and his glum, tired face had a smile tugging on your lips.
Good. You like knowing you’re not the only one who felt absolutely tortured.
You had to hide your smirk by taking a drink of your orange juice, sipping it through the straw as your eyes linger on the singer who looks like he could commit a murder if his breakfast was served wrong. Clearly though, you’re not being as slick as you thought you were hiding your amusement by taking a drink because when Alex’s eyes lock with yours he sees the knowing in them.
Instead of shying away from him though, you stare straight into his eyes and let your smirk show when you pull your drink out. You even raise your eyebrows at him entirely enthralled that he looks so much worse than you this morning. Looks like it’ll be cold showers for him for the foreseeable future.
Alex couldn’t help but find you equally as amusing that morning at breakfast. The smile stayed on your face for the entirety of your meal and he could tell that seeing him so affected by the lack of your company had somehow boosted your confidence. So, pent up he may be, but he’d suffer in silence for as long as he needed to see that smug look on your face once more.
Alex made sure his teasing continued throughout that day and the next. His flirting and lingering looks had you more on edge than usual thanks to the fact you felt entirely touch-starved, but you couldn’t deny that he had your heart racing.
On the slopes he would sometimes wait for you if he wasn’t racing the boys or Flo down the mountain, to make sure you got down alright and there would be flirting when you’d stopped at the cafe’s that were half way down the slope. And he had you buy him the promised drinks that made you come on this holiday in the first place so you were happy keeping your end of that bargain.
He really made you smile today when you had a bit of a fall on the slope. He watched you fall but he stopped right beside you and made sure you were okay before getting you back to your feet and he went down the slope as by your side as he could get. And when you both reached the bottom, he played into checking you over, being cheeky and saying he’d have to get the layers off you to make a complete and thorough check. Something which of course you rolled your eyes at but you couldn’t keep the smile from your face.
When you walked out of your room each night dressed to go for dinner he told you how gorgeous you looked in your dress when he saw you, whether that be him stepping out of his room at the same time coincidentally or when you walked down with Katie and he was waiting for you with the other lads. Tonight was the latter and the way he looked you up and down made you feel all tingly inside.
And this evening at dinner he sat beside you and when you were waiting between courses, Alex rested his hand on your thigh, and it wasn’t at all to try and rile you, he seemed to just want to be affectionate. And Flo is right, why would you deny yourself that pleasure.
You know you’re nowhere near a relationship, or possibly even heading into that direction. But this fun you’re having with him, it doesn’t mean you can’t take comfort from the small meaningful gestures that you’ve found that you’ve missed since your last relationship.
So yes, you’ve adored the flirting, and matched his energy entirely by giving him back as much as good as you’ve got which grants you access to that cheeky smirk you’re starting to love being the cause of. You pretend like your heart doesn’t do something stupid when he’s affectionate and you’ll continue to act like you aren’t dying for him to touch you and kiss you and fuck you until you’re back home.
And all of this is the reason why right now, you’re absolutely seething at yourself. Why you’re now at this bar, side-eyeing the man who’s had you at whit's end for the past few days wanting god to do you a favour and stop what you’re seeing.
You hate it, you absolutely hate it. Seeing Alex’s hand on her hip, the way he smiles at her as she’s talking, and the way he’s making this random girl laugh.
It’s been at least 15 minutes now since he went up to the bar to get himself another drink and left your group at the few standing tables in the corner which you’d all claimed. And when you looked over after 5 minutes of him disappearing, you saw him at the bar talking away with possibly the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen.
Intimidated isn’t even the word you could use to compare yourself to the stunning woman. She’s just everything you’re not. Clearly she's confident to speak to a stranger normally and not at 100 miles per hour because she’s nervous. She’s absolutely gorgeous with the complete opposite hair colour and style to yours, and her dress accentuates all of her features perfectly, leaving little to everyone’s imagination but she’s so gorgeous and fearlessly self assured, there’s no way you could possibly compete with a woman like her.
Your chest sinks because it’s so easy for you to realise just how jealous of this woman you are. Not just because she holds Alex’s attention and you want that back for yourself, you’re just hit with that intimidatingly jealous feeling you’ve not experienced for such a long time. And it’s such a dirty feeling, you really judge yourself for it.
Because you’re well aware you’re not in a relationship with the singer. Yes you’re fucking each other but he could easily call that off at any point, especially on holiday when you’ve established you’re not sleeping with each other and that will make your self esteem plummet and not to be dramatic but you’ll more than likely never put yourself out there again, and you think that is valid enough if that’s how this night ended.
To make it worse, the ladies you’re with, your close friends can clearly see that you’re slipping into a foul mood. A few times you’ve been asked what’s wrong, and you’d have to tune back into conversations and plaster a fake smile on your face because you’ve got so stupidly in your head about all of this.
It was only when Katie followed your gaze to the bar did she realise what was making you slip into a bad mood. On the down low, when Kirsten and Flo were having their own conversation, Katie said, “Y/N/N?”
“Hmm?” You hum, tearing your eyes away from a laughing Alex and the stunning woman.
You look at your best friend as she seriously asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Immediately, you’re confused, “What?”
Katie can’t help but laugh to herself a little as you’re being so blatantly obvious to her. And she can’t lie, she secretly loves seeing you jealous, because she’s never witnessed it before. And the mere fact you’re being silently possessive over Alex is all the more amusing to her.
“Just go and get him.” She encourages you, seeing that you’re holding your glass of wine that little bit too tight.
She understands that you’re probably that bit more jealous too because you are bordering on being a little bit drunk. Your tolerance is slightly better than hers and she knows that you’ve drank near enough the same amount so she’s very aware how your thoughts are probably being manipulated by the alcohol.
“No, if he wants to play he can,” You tell her and put on a brave face, turning away from him now in an attempt to not shoot daggers at him with your eyes, “He just won’t be getting me again afterwards.”
And you mean it. You won’t get caught up in that STD mess waiting to happen. Condoms or not. It’s a no from you.
You drink with the girls a bit more then, the other lads make you laugh too but after a few minutes you become all too aware again that there’s a missing piece. And it’s like a wound to the chest when you see he’s still there talking to that woman and they seem to be standing that little bit closer, smiles still on both of their faces.
Something about it hurts, and not due to the fact he’s being flirted with. It mostly gets to you because he’s being so kind to someone he’s just met and you only got that side of him after a ten years and only when you called him out for his behaviour. It makes your heart sink a little, you just don’t know why he wasn’t ever this friendly toward you when you were first introduced, yet he can be so kind, smiley, and flirty to a complete stranger.
Up until 6 months ago, Alex would barely hold a conversation with you and something about that always hurt. The effort you’d make only for it to go unreciprocated when he probably knew how much it took for you to not be socially awkward around him. It’s a blow to your chest and to your ego.
And to make it worst, he’s flirting with this girl as if you haven’t been fucking each other for a month and he didn’t almost fuck you in the hot tub the other night. As if the bruises he left on your thighs aren’t still very prominent and he didn’t edge you, leaving you craving every little bit of him for the last two days. And now he’s flirting with someone that isn’t you.
And you can’t even blame the woman for flirting with him. He looks impeccable this evening. He’s in a black suit with a black shirt and he looks incredible. Like you’d do just about anything for him to pull you aside in this darkened bar and for him to whisper filthy promises in your ear before his lips find yours and he takes your breath away all over again.
But you’re not so lucky. And your mood worsens when you see the bartender come back with two drinks in his hands and he places them in front of the pair. But it’s when Alex gets his card out and seemingly pays for both does your heart drop.
Has he just fucking bought her a drink?
You blink a few times and force yourself to look away. The feeling that’s settled in your stomach not being one that you want to ever be feeling. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and you wish it wasn’t running through your veins right now so you try and breath through it, letting the thoughts pass you by as quickly as they come.
The people that know you best though, can see you’ve sort of checked out from the conversations surrounding you, and you’re staring out of the window at the snow that’s beginning to gently fall. Your best friend knows it’s not the same zoned out as you were awestruck when you first arrived on this holiday though, it’s due to you being in your head because of the man at the bar.
And it seems Katie isn’t the only one, because Flo asks Mrs Cook quietly, “Should I go tell him?”
Katie notes that she nods over towards the bar, but your best friend immediately shakes her head.
“No,” She tells her, “Let him dig his own grave.”
Because after everything last year, she wants Alex to prove himself worthy of having her best friend. She knows you deserve something good, and despite being 99% sure that Alex is just being polite to a fan at the bar, she wants him to prove that he wouldn’t ruin this good thing that you both have going for the sake of another woman who could pass as a model.
So Katie distracts you, getting another glass of wine down you is easy to do and she has you giggling with her and Flo again.
While you adore your friends for their distraction tactics, Alex and the stunning woman linger in your mind, and you feel like you need a second to quieten those intrusive thoughts. So you head to the toilet in hopes to clear your head but when you hold the sink and look at your reflection the clarity that hits you is that you’re drunk and probably (most definitely) overreacting, and you just find yourself wanting to close your eyes.
So that’s why when you make your way back to your friends, who Alex is still not with, you decide your night is done.
“Guys, I’m going to head back.” You tell all of them, “The wine has gone to my head and I’m so tired after today.”
Each and every one of their faces fall and they all start a little bit of a commotion, shaking their heads and shout over each other drunkenly pleading with you not to go. But it’s a singer who is the one that complains the loudest.
“Noooo come on, Y/N/N.” Miles throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as he says, “Party with us.”
You smile at him but there’s no way you’ll be giving in. You need your bed. And to get away from Alex and the stunning woman taking all of his attention at the bar.
“Miles, you saw the fall I had earlier today,” You almost wince at the memory, “I’m knackered and just wanna get in bed so I’m good again tomorrow.”
“I’ll walk you back.” Jamie offers but immediately you shake your head, having none of it.
“No, you’re having a great time, stay out. Have fun.” You smile, giving him a look to say ‘do not put on your coat’ as you put on your own.
You’ll be perfectly fine getting back by yourself, everywhere is lit well enough to make the 5 minute walk back feel safe. And you could certainly use the time to clear your head.
So you just smirk, wrapping your coat around you and downing the last of your white wine. And you grin, “I'll see you all hungover for breakfast in the morning.”
They all laugh at your little joke, knowing it’ll more than likely come to fruition, before they pull you into hugs goodbye. Flo, you realise, gives the best hugs out in the group, and she holds you tightly as she whispers in your ear, “Are you sure?”
You don’t hesitate to nod, “Positive.”
She pouts a little as you pull away from the hug but you give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her to have another drink for you which makes her giggle and she promises she will. And then the only person left over here you have to hug is your very drunk best friend, and Katie all but smothers you with her bear hug.
God you adore your best friend so much. Or you do until she easily reads between the lines and questions your actions.
“This isn’t to do with Alex, is it?” She asks, pouting like she’s both angry and upset, “Because you can’t let him spoil your fun.”
You hate that she knows you so well, but wanting to go back to your hotel room is only marginally to do with Alex at this point. You know if you drank anymore tonight you’d be worse for wear tomorrow and you don’t want to ruin this precious holiday by staying in your room wanting to throw up.
“No, I'm just tired.” You lie, trying not to even think about the fact that Alex not really giving you any attention and flirting with another girl was what triggered your bad mood in the first place. You tell her, “I just wanna get some sleep.”
“Okay queen.” Katie nods before she pulls back and she looks into your eyes to seriously tell you, “Text me as soon as you get back to the hotel, okay?”
“I will.” You promise her and after she gives you another hug, you turn to leave.
You avoid looking anywhere near the bar even though you have to pass it to leave, but you’re quick and you leave out of the side doors and make it down the stairs fairly quickly. The automatic doors expose you to the cold air quickly and you’re so thankful you chose your long, navy dress this evening, even if you were regretting the slit in it that comes up to just above your knee when the wind hits you.
Thankfully, your ‘going out coat’ is a long one, coming down to just past your knees, and would retain most of your body heat, so as you walk towards the doors you start to slowly button it up. But your buttons aren’t cooperating, they won't go through the bloody buttonhole. Clearly nothing wants to go right for you this evening.
And you end up not paying attention to where you’re going as you walk out of the bar, you don’t realise that the smoking areas out front has gotten busier so you end up turning to head back to your hotel and you bump into someone at quite a little bit of force. Immediately, you end up almost slipping too, not realising that the ground has become slippy too thanks to the fresh snow landing and melting. But before you fall arse over tit, you're saved by your own victim. The poor man you bumped into.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You say as you grab onto his tattooed arm that stabled you.
And it’s only when you’re sure you’re steady on your feet do you look at the exquisite man. A gasp almost leaves your mouth at just how attractive he is. The strong jawline, the short black hair, the sun kissed skin, and possibly the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire life. They are such a gorgeous shade of blue they almost look purple, and God, you half wish you could stare into them all night.
“No worries,” The man holding your arm says, and once he’s satisfied you can stand properly again, his eyes drop to take you in.
It makes you feel like your heart is in your throat for the two seconds he checks you out, but under the stare of those gorgeous eyes, it feels like it lasts an age. You can’t help watching as a small smirk forms on his lips, clearly pleased with what he sees and when his eyes meet yours again, you feel like your knees could fall from under you again if he wasn’t still holding you up. He’s dream worthy.
His fingers move down your wrist and he gently comes to squeeze your hand as he smirks but endearingly says, “Careful darling.”
Immediately, the pet name makes you flush, and under his gaze you feel like you’re vibrating somehow, and you realise just how badly you need to get yourself back to your hotel. So to not make a fool out of yourself again, you cut the situation short.
“Thank you.” You give him a gracious smile and a small nod of your head before turning towards your hotel and safely begin to rush off.
In your peripherals, you see the two other men that the stunning man was accompanied by and you’re glad you didn’t interact with them too, because they look just as attractive as their friend. You’d surely crumble under their gazes and start awkwardly chatting their ears off so you’re pleased to get away from both them and that bar.
At least this gives your drunk mind a quick distraction from wondering what Alex and that girl are currently up to. You try not to think about how cosy they might have got or if either of them have made a move. No, you’d rather think about your embarrassing encounter with a model worthy guy who then checked you out and you said thank you to him.
Thank you? God, you’re so fucking stupid for saying thank you Y/N/N, that doesn’t even make sense. Thank you for me bumping into you and being so kind about it? What was the thank you for? Silly bitch.
God you really need to get to sleep. Your brain is absolutely spinning.
Instead you find yourself focussing on the crunch of snow under your boots, how you can see your breath in front of you. And the gentle light coming from the lampposts illuminates the snow that’s slowly falling from the sky and you can’t help but think that it’s so beautiful despite it being so cold.
Finally you manage to do up the buttons of your coat and your hands are stuffed in your pockets as you carry on walking. But it’s only a few seconds later, you hear your name being shouted behind you. You think you’re hearing things so you don’t stop walking, but then you hear someone running behind you and a gentle call of, “Sweet.” As he begins to slow down.
Alex is out of breath by the time he’s beside you, and a gentle hand on your arm stops you from walking. A mixture of emotions runs through you in that moment, happy that he’s not with that girl anymore is certainly one of them, but annoyance at him for him even flirting with someone else hits you all over again.
And it just makes your mood worse, because you absolutely despise being jealous. You hate it. You hate the tightness in your chest and you hate the way you start to second guess everything. And you don’t think you should be second guessing if you’re good enough.
But you keep all of that to yourself, not wanting to annoy Alex or appear jealous or be overbearing. You’re just drunk and you need to get over yourself.
“Sweet.” Alex says a little out of breath, “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing.” You say more flatly than you meant to and turn to carry on walking to the hotel.
You’d scorn yourself for it, but you’re glad Alex doesn’t pick up on your tone. He just follows after you, falling into step as he asks, “Why are you leaving so early?”
“It’s almost one Alex,” You tell him, “I’m tired.”
You’re certainly not telling him that he’s a part of the reason you’re leaving. Even if he has finally given someone else the time of day for a brief minute tonight.
Trying not to focus on the mixed emotions cursing through you, you end up telling the singer, “You don’t have to walk me back, go back to the bar.”
“And let you walk back on your own at one in the morning?” Alex frowns down at you, “I don’t think so.”
You shake your head slightly at that, knowing he’s just doing that because of the story you told him about how you don’t like to walk alone at night. But you don’t want him here solely because of that. “I don’t need your pity.”
“There’s no pity, I’m just not a dickhead, sweet.” Alex’s smile then turns into a smirk as he throws his arm around your shoulders and he pulls you against him, “Now let me keep you warm.”
Your chest feels lighter somehow at his actions, and it makes you feel all gooey and smiley inside. But your brain is telling you to keep a hard exterior after what you witnessed tonight, so you try and brush him off, “Al, I’m fine.”
But the singer is having none of it. He just holds you tighter teases, “You’re moody.”
“I’m tired.” You correct him, even though you’re lying through your teeth.
“With your little rule, I thought you would have been reserving more energy.” Alex smirks, not being able to pass on the opportunity to torture you that little bit more.
You don’t mute your scoff at that, and decide that silence is what he deserves after that comment and him flirting with someone else all evening. And it hits you all over again how up until a few months ago you’d only get silence and sneers from him, but that woman at the bar instantly got smiles and flirting. It makes you want to push his arm off your shoulder and you fall silent again.
It’s confusing. Wanting to scold him but then also lean into him and accept the joy the simple pleasure of him hugging you brings you. And you’re feeling it all at once. You don’t understand it and don’t really know how to process it.
Sleep. You need sleep.
With his free hand, Alex digs into his coat pocket and pulls out his gloves, noticing you’re shivering, “Here take these.”
“Thank you.” You accept them quietly and graciously and don’t waste much time putting them on, even if they are too big for you.
Alex smiles once you have them on, and he squeezes your shoulder that bit tighter as he grins, “They suit you.”
“Bit big, but I'll take it.” You shrug a little, and give him a bit of a smile so you don’t look like a colossal bitch. It was a kind gesture after all.
Alex grins back down, his eyes bright as he says with a knowing look, “Well, you know what they say about big hands, sweet.”
Holding your own smile back, you fake a roll of your eyes and look away from him, “You’re not funny.”
“What?” Alex asks, faking innocence but smirking, “Just big gloves, nothing untoward.”
You share an amused look then, both looking into each other's eyes and knowing for certain that was not what he was meaning. In those few seconds though, you can’t help but notice how gorgeous he looks, with the snow falling down around him, a few flakes having found home in his hair and he just looks so pretty and happy.
You always want to look at him and see that cheeky smile looking back down at you. It makes you feel all warm inside.
But then that crude sense of humour has to go and ruin the moment.
“Anyway,” He smirks, “You already know how big I am. I don't think I need to remind you just yet.”
The way your cheeks heat up immediately is almost as embarrassing as the way your gaze snaps away from his. You just try to act nonchalant about it, shaking your head, “Way to lower the tone.”
“I think it was your dirty mind that lowered the tone, sweet.” Alex laughs and he has you giggling along with him.
It doesn’t take long to get back to the hotel, and you walk in a comfortable silence with your head finally not filled with everything to do with the bar. You just enjoy having his attention back, and that he keeps pulling you back into him, and rubbing the top of your arm in an effort to keep you warm.
You expect the singer to walk you into the lobby and bid you goodnight there before he heads back out to your other friends. But he surprises you, stepping into the lift with you and even when you’re going up to your floor he keeps his arm around you like he doesn’t want to let you go.
“Thank you for walking me back, you really didn’t have to.” You tell him after he walks you to your door and you get your keycard out of your pocket.
Only when you look at him again does he tell you, “Stop thanking me for being a decent human being.”
You smile at him for a second there, and it is a truly grateful one. Despite everything tonight, you really are thankful he came back with you. If not for your safety, but then at least for your peace of mind about what he was up to when you left. Your chest fills with the hatred of the jealousy you’re feeling once more.
But it’s like the man looking at you can somehow read your emotions. Because he once again flips them on their head when he takes you in again and sees how gorgeous you look in that navy dress and the way it hugs you.
He seems a little breathless as he says, “You really do look incredible tonight by the way.”
You look down at yourself, really not thinking you looked anything more than presentable tonight. But two men have checked you out this evening and seemed pleased with what they saw, and you know Alex well enough now to know that he doesn’t just say these things, he actually means them.
“I- Thank you.” You stumble for a second, but gladly take the compliment.
As you turn to open your door, Alex takes a step towards his, which makes you frown. He’s going to bed?
“You can go back out, you know?” You say before he even takes another step.
You don’t really understand why he’d be going to his room when he could go back out and have a good time with either your friends or the stunning woman he was chatting to. Surely he didn’t just leave because you did?
Alex shrugs, and takes a step back towards you, “Don’t want to.”
“Why?” You can’t help but question, “Looked like you were having a good time.”
“Not that good, I wasn’t spending it with you.” Alex shamelessly flirts as he comes to stand right beside you again, hoping to see you get all flustered.
He adores being the cause of it, and he even likes when you run your mouth back at him and flirt with him too. It makes him happier than he should admit to himself at this point in your little arrangement. But you shock him completely and don’t do either of those things.
No, instead Alex watches as you tense slightly and you become ridged. The smile falling from your face entirely.
“You knew where I was.” You shrug, not knowing what more you could have done. It’s not like you could go up to him and demand his attention, or steal him away and he figures out why and he teases you for it.
You just turn back towards your door and mumble under your breath as you put the card in, “Besides, it seems that you found her quite interesting.”
This has Alex smirking, possibly the biggest he ever has. Not that you can see that smirk as you’re still fumbling about with your keycard and putting it in the door the wrong way. So it gives him a little time to compose himself enough that you won’t hate him when he gets you to look at him again.
You’re jealous. Hence the mood, short replies, and the pout that was just seeping onto your face… It all makes perfect sense now.
Alex tones his smirk down into a slight grin before he get your attention again, “Sweet?”
“What?” You ask, just about managing to open your door before you turn back to him.
And it’s only when you do, you see the way he’s looking at you. His amusement is clear to see, but he doesn’t say anything. He just takes a step close to you, and before you really know it his lips are on yours and he gently eases you backwards until your back is against the heavy door you’ve not opened more than an inch.
It’s a sweet kiss, full of longing and care and words you’ve both yet to say. And the way he gently holds your waist, pulling you against him now, his arm running inside your coat and around your back so he can press you fully against him as his lips move in sync with yours. His hand on your jaw moves that bit higher, so his thumb can caress your cheek and you think this might be the sweetest kiss you’ve ever shared.
It’s gentle and full of emotion, even when his tongue finds home with yours. It makes the both of you hot despite both of your lips softly moving together. Something about it runs deeper, like he’s trying to tell you something without explicitly coming out with it.
His hold on your waist gets that bit tighter which has you melting into him. Unable to stop yourself, you also let out a tiny hum of bliss against his lips and you hold his coat in your fist that bit tighter. This is what you’ve been after all night. This is what you’ve been craving. Him and every last bit of him.
Even when the kiss comes to its natural end, you wish it wasn’t finished. And you’re glad that it doesn’t seem to be. But the man who makes your heart skip a beat says something you really aren’t expecting.
“I’m only interested in sleeping with you.” Alex tells you, before he leaves you with one last breathless kiss.
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A/N: What did you think?!?!? NRIACC bestiesssss!! How was it seeing Wheels again?! She's my multiverse I had to hahaha! But how bloody cute are Sweet and Alex, god I adore them so so much. Until next time besties x
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Alex Keller x reader
1.7k | fluff, suggestive
Your movie date involved a cherry lollipop (part 2)
For @glitterypirateduck ’s Alex Keller challenge! (Is this what you wanted, don’t make me answer that)
“You’re not on a date, are you?” Laswell asked rhetorically.
Alex opened his mouth to answer.
“Sorry, Keller, I need the report now.”
The private who he’d tasked had apparently not delivered the report to Laswell that Friday for some reason. He’d better be prepared for the earful Alex was giving him on Monday for ruining what would have been his 5th date with you.
“Come back to base and hand it over yourself or rewrite it. Your call.”
He groaned after the line went dead. He was about to exit his SUV and knock on your door, but you were already heading his way. You smiled, hair swaying behind you, giving him a little wave.
He reached over to open the door and you slid into the passenger seat.
“Hi, beautiful,” he mumbled, kissing you on the cheek.
Your smile brightened. “Thanks for picking me up. I’m looking forward to the movie.”
He winced. “About that… I just got a call from work.”
Your hand froze midway to the seatbelt bracket, your smile faltered.
“I need to redo a report at home, will take 30 minutes, an hour tops. Would you mind if dinner is pushed back?”
You let the belt retract. “Or is it better to cancel tonight?”
“No, I want to take you out. You want to watch that movie, and you got dressed already. We can catch a later showing? If that’s fine, of course.”
“I don’t mind waiting a bit, as long as you can get the report done. I know sometimes work can get unpredictable,” you reassured.
It was your first time at his place even that you didn’t live very far from each other. His apartment was neat with large windows overlooking the bustling street below.
He gestured at the couch. “Make yourself at home. If you need anything, go ahead and help yourself, okay?” he said from his room before hurrying back out with his laptop. He sat at the dining table, flipping it open. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
You leaned back on his cosy couch.
At first, Alex had a hard time concentrating with your presence, stealing glances at you ever so often like a knee-jerk reaction. Not because you were a disturbance, but because he itched to be close to you. He had been excited to see you all week! When he eventually sank into the report, the room was silent for a long time except for the gentle keyboard clacking and few grunts and curses he muttered under his breath.
Sometime later, you unwrapped a lollipop from your purse. He felt bad because you must have been getting hungry. You sucked on the red candy as you kept scrolling on your phone, smiling to yourself at times.
His typing stopped. He wondered what flavour it was. Probably cherry – his favourite. Not like it mattered. It wasn’t like he was going to taste it on you, but as you tongue swirled around the sphere, he couldn’t help imagining it swirling around something else instead. Something that had stirred alive moments ago, now painfully strained in the confines of his jeans. It wasn’t like you were being obscene or anything, but maybe his mind was too dirty for his own good.
He shifted in his seat as he discretely reached under the table to readjust. He couldn’t believe what his overactive mind did with the innocent sight. He took a deep breath and got back to his work, but it caught your attention instead. He noticed in corner of his eyes how you were now staring at him with a small smirk. He tried not to look, but he couldn't resist anymore.
As your gaze locked, you popped the candy back in your mouth, twirling it around with your tongue. Your lips redder, sticky and sweet, and much more kissable than usual. His breath caught in his throat as you sucked the sphere, cheeks hollow. He’d never seen you like that before, pretty eyes so dark and alluring.
You held his gaze for a few more seconds before casually looking away, back at your phone. Like the classic bar brush-off, as if you weren’t just fucking him right there with your eyes.
Oh, you minx. He pursed his lips, taking a deep breath. You were going to be the death of him.
After a few more minutes, he pushed his chair back. “I’m done,” he announced, closing his laptop. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No problem. You didn’t take too long.” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around him.
In a swift move, Alex stood, caging you with his body. You let out a small yelp and turned to him, leaning back onto the edge of the table. His lidded eyes bored down into yours.
“Why were you looking at me like that?” he asked, a little breathless.
Your eyebrow cocked. “Am I not allowed to?”
“You are. Just that you made it very hard... to concentrate.” He leaned in, dragging the tip of his nose up the column of your neck. “Is this what you wanted?”
Your tilted your face, eyes shut. “Please don’t make me answer that,” you muttered, voice warbled from his breath on your skin.
Enjoying having the effect on you, he pulled away with a smirk. Your chest rose and fell as your lips parted, still tinted from the candy earlier. He ached to taste them. He swallowed before his eyes flicked back to yours.
“I just want to say I’ve been enjoying my time with you a lot and I want to keep seeing you.”
You smiled, the kind that always made his heart skip a beat. “I’d like that.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him to you. He could taste a hint of the sticky sweetness on you, but couldn’t tell what flavour it was and he didn’t care at all anymore. Your lips were soft, so full that he couldn’t help the groan that slipped.
You wrapped your arms around his neck before scooting up to sit on the edge of the table. His beard scratched your skin in the most addicting way. You hiked a leg up, brushing it against his hip.
Your arching back was the invitation he gladly accepted. He took a step, closing the gap between you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing your body onto his, his other hand as support on the table. He gave small licks on your lower lip as he suckled and nipped gently.
Your skin burnt up, the heat pooling in your belly unmistakeable. Your lips parted, letting his wandering tongue dance with yours. You moaned into his mouth, arm tightening around his neck. Your hand trailed down, over every rise and fall of his powerful arm, all the way to his bulging veins as he continued to hold you up. Your fingers crept back up to grip his bicep.
Alex was lost in the kiss, breathing heavier now, as he mindlessly thrusted his growing bulge onto your stomach for much-needed friction. It earned him a delicious gasp, fuelling his desire further.
You rolled your hips into him and he groaned into your mouth. His palm ran down your side, slipping under your top to grasp your soft hip, brushing the skin with his thumb as he helped you grind against him.
It took him a second to realise you were pulling away. When his eyes fluttered open, yours were hooded, wet lips parted, begging to be bit more. He leaned in again.
“I hope no one saw that.” You chuckled, looking out the windows, the curtains open.
He gave your hip another squeeze. “Oh, I hope someone did, so I know I’m not hallucinating about finally kissing you.”
You laughed, pulling him in again.
Alex was mildly disappointed when you finally suggested dinner, not like he didn’t want to take you out. It was just that kissing you instantly became his favourite leisure activity.
He had always been terribly attracted to you ever since he laid eyes on you, but after finally tasting you, it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly linking arms and holding hands weren’t enough. He couldn’t take his hands off you - not when he drove, not when you had dinner.
He had to wrap his arms around your waist as you stood in line for the movie tickets. You smiled up at him, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. He didn’t need to make up excuses to touch you anymore.
The urge took him by surprise, to want to parade you around, to make it known that you were with him. He realised it was borderline childish, but he couldn’t help it. You were intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to have you close. He had a hunch you felt the same as you squeezed and patted his arm ever so often.
At the movies, Alex had his arm around you as you leaned into him. He kept stealing glances at you and the only reason you didn’t notice was because of how engrossed you were in the movie. Truth be told, the title wasn’t his first pick, but he knew how big of a fan you were and the smile on your face made it all worth it.
This was beyond a terrible crush. He couldn’t stop his mind drifting to the kiss, about how good you felt up against him, about how good it was between the thighs he’d thought about for hours and hours. How soft and sweet and absolutely beautiful you were. As much as he loved spending time with you, he looked forward to getting home and exploring his vulgar fantasies in private.
“Thank you again for tonight. I had such a good time, and I loved the movie,” you said when he pulled up outside your apartment.
“It was my pleasure.” He took your hand to his lips.
“Do you… Want to come in?”
“What if I don’t want to leave later?”
His favourite smile was back again. “Don’t think I want you to either.”
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Kiss
a/n: the wifi in my apartment has been out for 3 days?? I'm gonna throw hands with management stg. I wrote this at 4am this time so it might suck but we get jealous Wednesday and a first kiss. Enjoy this one pals, especially you Alex.
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
words: 2.2k
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Wednesday woke up to the sounds of heavy rain against the large window in her dorm. She could feel the cold seeping through the window and biting at her skin when she removed her blanket. To her surprise and satisfaction, Enid was already gone. Today, Wednesday took her time getting ready. There were no noises disturbing the morning silence or stopping her from enjoying the morning chill. When Wednesday was ready, she headed down to breakfast. Intending to join you, even if you’re not fully awake.
Wednesday scans the dining hall, and it doesn't take long to spot you in your usual seat. This time, you have company: Enid. Wednesday tries not to let it bother her, there's no reason you can't hang out with Enid. You're friends, after all.
But, Enid was sitting in Wednesday's spot, and that makes her pause. Enid was sitting closer than Wednesday normally would, talking to you animatedly about something Wednesday couldn't hear. You were smiling and laughing along with whatever mindless things Enid was saying. Your attention was fully on Enid and whatever unintelligent things she was saying. It made Wednesday's chest tighten with something she was unfamiliar with.
Wednesday doesn't like it, not one bit. Wednesday quickly makes her way to the two of you, finally making her presence known. You notice her first.
"Oh, good morning Wednesday," you said, voice light and a little breathy. Wednesday's eyes settle on your figure, taking in your relaxed posture. You take her in too,
"Howdy roomie, sleep well?" Enid asks.
"Enid, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Wednesday asks next.
"Not yet, I was a little busy-"
"Go get it." Wednesday snapped, eyes not leaving you. Both of you missed the knowing smile on Enid's face
"Sure! Either of you want anything while I'm up?" she asks, schooling her features while standing.
"If I need anything I'll get it myself, thank you though" you answered gently, once again, turning your attention to her.
"Alright, Wednesday?"
Wednesday clenches her jaw, her voice tight with irritation, "No."
With that, Enid walked towards the long line of students waiting for their breakfast. You softly sighed in relief, Enid was extra enthusiastic this morning. You looked down for a moment, just to gather some energy before addressing Wednesday.
"Sorry about that, she kind of just showed up," you said tiredly, before looking up to meet her gaze. Wednesday hasn’t moved from her spot, just staring at you. After a beat, she moves to the spot Enid previously occupied; moving to sit just as close, it surprised you.
“Wednesday?” you asked softly, so gently it made the squeezing in her chest loosen just slightly. Wednesday decides no one else gets the privilege of hearing how soft your voice can get.
“You are to stay by my side the rest of the day.” she proclaimed, surprising you even more.
“But that’s not-” you tried to reject that idea, but Wednesday was not having that.
“It’s the weekend, there are no classes. You can spend the rest of the day with me without further issues.” you look at her face closely, seeing satisfaction cross her features for a fraction of a second before going back to her deadpan look.
You want to laugh at the absurdity of the demand, at how it makes you feel. You and Wednesday spend a lot of time together already, but hearing her say it out loud is hilarious. Does she not realize just how much time you spend together?
All you can manage is a small smile and a breathy laugh, unconsciously leaning into her. Causing her to look at you, eyes softening but also showing confusion. She doesn't understand why you're laughing. Before you could answer Enid comes back pouting, "Hey guys! Sorry, that took so long, the line was really long. They didn’t have any good things left,"
Your attention snaps away from Wednesday, and embarrassment colors your cheeks; you hadn't realized how close you and Wednesday were. Sitting up straight, you clear your throat before speaking, "It’s alright, the line looked long from here."
Enid sits down across from you, in her rightful spot Wednesday notes. She isn't sure why Enid seems so relentless in talking to you today. She watches the two of you converse; Wednesday watches how you put more space between the two of you, leaning more to your other side. You look tired, your eyes slightly drooping but still managing to be fully in your conversation with Enid. Her name pulls her from her thoughts, "Wednesday, you should go get some breakfast before they run out." Enid said.
"I'm not interested in mediocre-" you cut Wednesday off.
"You should eat something. You'll get hungry before lunch if you don't," you say gently. Wednesday is taken aback, she didn’t know you knew that about her.
"You need to eat too," Wednesday replies. She watches as you shake your head lightly, "I'm okay, I'm not too hungry right now. Go get something before they close the line down,"
Wednesday releases a sharp exhale, not liking how soft your voice is; at least in front of Enid. She doesn't like how it affects her either. Wednesday looks at you sharply, "Fine, but I'm getting you one thing and you will eat it. Understand?" she leaves before you can answer though.
You watch her stomp to the, now, empty line of students. Once Wednesday is out of earshot Enid asks, "Soo, have you guys kissed yet?" causing you to choke on air.
"What kind of question is that?" you cough out, cheeks promptly turning a deep red. You're fully awake now, "Enid, you can't just ask someone that question out of nowhere."
"We're practically besties, so I can. Now answer my question! I wanna know everything!" she says animatedly, a teasing glint in her eyes, watching you look down bashfully. Enid is fully aware you two haven't kissed. She just wants to put the idea in your head.
Your mind goes through every interaction you've had with Wednesday. Truthfully, kissing hadn't crossed your mind, too busy enjoying being with Wednesday to consider something that intimate. You're not even sure Wednesday would consider that,, kissing you. Now looking back on it, there had been ample opportunities to do so. Realizing this made the redness in your cheeks spread to your ears and neck, making Enid laugh.
Wednesday comes out of the line to see this; your head is down and everything from the neck up is red, blushing, and Enid looks to be ruthlessly teasing you. The scene causes something to burn inside her chest. Wednesday dislikes it, everything about it. What had Enid said to make you that red? Her feet are moving before she can comprehend it.
The sound of a tray loudly hitting the table startles you and Enid. Wednesday scans the table, you're still avoiding eye contact and Enid is sending her a proud smile. That smile irks Wednesday for an unknown reason. She reclaims her appropriate spot next to you before wordlessly sliding an apple in front of you.
Wednesday watches you silently take the apple and start eating it, whatever Enid has said to you is still affecting you. Wednesday despises the effect Enid has on you; she's glaring at Enid before she can think about it. All Enid does is send her a smirk and a wink before walking off, irritating Wednesday even more.
The rest of breakfast is blissfully quiet, aside from the quiet chewing from both you and Wednesday. Both of your thoughts are racing, both for different reasons. Your thoughts consist of what it would be like to kiss Wednesday, trying to desperately push that thought out so you can act somewhat normal. Her thoughts stuck on what Enid had done to make you react that way and how she, herself, could get you to react that way.
After finishing breakfast Wednesday stands quietly and offers her tray to put your trash on. Once the core of the apple settles next to her trash she walks to the nearest trashcan. You take a breath and shake your head, gathering what little thoughts you have. When Wednesday comes back you look at her and nod, signaling you're ready to leave.
Both of you are making your way through the doors of the dining hall when someone calls for you, "Hey cutie! You got any plans? I was gonna go hang out with Enid and the group later if you wanna join," both of you and Wednesday turn around to find Yoko.
You stupidly point at yourself, she laughs exuberantly in response and walks closer to you two. When she's close enough she wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from Wednesday and into her own personal space. It infuriates Wednesday, and the fire in her chest grows warmer. Before you can politely decline the invitation Wednesday barks out, "We already have plans,"
Yoko raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, like what? Sitting around and reading a boring old book? Doesn’t sound that entertaining to me," she refutes, antagonizing Wednesday.
"Don't be surprised if there's another garlic incident," Wednesday replies sharply, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Completely missing Yoko shiver, turn to Enid, and whisper, "Please don’t make me do that again. I might actually die.."
The walk to the dorm was quick, not once did Wednesday let go of your hand. Her grip tighten halfway through when yet another person called out for you. She had no intention of letting anyone steal your attention away from her so she kept walking. When you both reached her room, she all but pushed you inside and closed the door harshly.
Wednesday took a few calming breaths before turning around to speak, "I didn’t realize you were so popular"
"yeah, I didn’t either," you reply, a laugh mixed with a sigh. You were tired, all these interactions so early in the morning were draining.
"Don’t-" Wednesday starts but quickly cuts herself off. She sharply exhales, miffed by how this whole situation affected her. She had no idea what she was feeling but she knew she didn’t like you being casually touched or someone else making you blush.
"Wednesday, are you okay?" you ask carefully, gently. It's something only Wednesday should get to hear, no one else should get the privilege — the pleasure. She decides no one else gets to have you the way she does, not in any capacity.
"What were you and Enid talking about earlier?" she asks, ignoring your concerns. She watches as your face turns red again, the burning sensation in her chest threatens to engulf her.
"She was just teasing me about tripping the other day," you lie through your teeth, hoping it’s a reasonable excuse. It's not, Wednesday sees right through it. She takes methodical steps towards you, hoping you don’t notice the fire in her eyes; hoping you don’t step away, you don’t, you never would. She's close now, close enough to feel her breath on your skin.
"You’re lying to me," she says evenly, not offended in the slightest. She watches your eyes travel every inch of her face, your attention fully on her, and the fire in her chest subsides slightly.
She watches your breath hitch, eyes landing on her lips more often than anything else on her face. Wednesday realizes then what the burning feeling was — jealousy. The burning acidity of jealousy that came with the thought of sharing you with someone else, the thought of losing you. No, she can't have that; no one else can have you.
"Look at me," she said quietly, not wanting to scare you away. She watches you tear your gaze away from her lips to look into her eyes. She sees something in your eyes, something akin to adoration and devotion. The same look is reflected in her own eyes. She likes that look in your eyes, she decides.
You hold eye contact, holding your breath; too afraid to disrupt the still air. Wednesday moves first, grabbing the collar of your shirt and dragging your lips to hers. It's not what you imagined your first kiss would be like, but the kiss emits overwhelming emotion. Both of you close your eyes to revel in the feeling. The feeling of her lips grazing yours is heavenly, nothing short of perfect.
You reach out to grab her jaw and the back of her neck, keeping her from leaving. Wednesday didn’t realize just how much she wanted this, needed to kiss you. Neither of you is sure how much time had passed, but it hasn't been long enough. Her lips unintentionally tremble with the overwhelming emotions she feels. You pull back then, afraid you went too far.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away-" you rushed out, moving to let go and step back but you're cut off.
"Again," Wednesday demands, reaching to pull you back, not ready to have your lips part from hers. Even as close as you are, it's not close enough. She wants to feel your body against hers and feel your lips on hers. She sees you smile before connecting your lips to hers.
Wednesday decides then that she doesn't want to live without the feeling of your lips on hers. She wants to make it a daily occurrence, wants to make it part of her daily routine. She could see herself becoming addicted to this feeling.
Wednesday has always been repulsed by her parent's displays of affection, but if this is how it feels then maybe she understands.
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Love takes two -Part 1
Emmett x reader (AQP2) Cillian Murphy
Request (s) by anon prompt request
Finally I was able to finish this request (it’s a combination of two different requests I got from lovely anons ♥️ I’m sorry it took me so long!)
And also my little celebration for @cillmequick birthday (I remember it was in July) and for your 6 month tumblr anniversary -that’s probably a year now..) dear Alex thank you for being a lovely human being and all the Cillian smutty stories you share, I’m a bit behind in my reading but slowly catching up 🥰✨ xxx
Summary: Emmett gets protective around you, even in the smallest things. But after a night around a bonfire with friends he’s forced to be honest about his feelings. Just like you.
A knock on the door startled him at first, but then he realized there was only one person in the entire island who would stop by to see him.
“I’m not here.” He answered and chuckled at his own joke, then he saw your head poking with the signature smile and wild hair by the door.
“Okay, I’m looking for Mr. Hologram.” You smiled widely.
“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He finally dragged his gaze from his work to your face and like every single time he did that, you feel like you were kicked by a horse in the stomach.
“Me? Nothing.” You stated innocently, he should be used by now to help you with almost everything; opening a bottle of something, surviving… “We’re having a little bonfire, I was wondering if you want to come?”
“We?”
“Just a couple of friends.”
There was a small disapproval groan, but you knew him so well, so you rushed to try to convince him.
“Please, just for a little while… you don’t have to chat with them.” He was an introvert or not very fond of everyone, Emmett was always by himself… and with you most of the time because you didn’t really give him much choice. “Emmett?”
Batting your lashes and you knew that would do the trick.
“Don’t say that, they’re nice people.”
“Hmm.” He raised his eyebrows. “Just because you still have hope in humans, it doesn’t mean they’re.”
“Emmett! They’re.” You insisted. Partly because you believe, partly because you loved saying the opposite than him. “I made dinner.” You bit your lip.
He was cleaning his hands with a cloth, so he flipped his head in an attempt to move his fringe away, but to you it was the sexiest thing he could do.
“Fine you win, I just need to take a shower first.”
You made a victory little dance and told him you’d be waiting for him.
“Don’t make the same mistake I did, Emmett.” Daniel “the coach” advised stepping into the room. “You don’t want to grow old and lonely like me, trust me.”
Emmett gave him a long look. He knew his story, Coach had loved a woman when he was young but he didn’t have anything to offer to her so he stepped back, later in life he got an opportunity into coaching professional football, when he went back to her because he was financially stable he found out she had married someone else. After waiting for him for years to ask her out she decided to move on because she never knew he was in love with her.
“I don’t understand your point.” Emmett tried to play the fool.
“You like her.” Coach stated firmly.
Emmett pretended to clean the tools he had been using. “Everybody likes her.”
“She’s a great girl, what are you waiting for?”
“I think someone younger would be better fit for her.”
“Is that your best excuse?” Coach shook his head in disapproval. “Get rid of the beard, that’s the best way to look younger.”
Emmett saw him disappear outside with the handsaw, leaving him alone with only the feelings he had been secretly developing for you along with that noisy whisper in the back of his mind tormenting him over and over, repeating there was no way you could like him back.
Right?
“Given the fact that we don’t have a lot of things, this looks lovely.” Alex admitted taking a step back to admire the work the two of you made.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“Wait a second, there’s one extra place.” She eyed you suspiciously.
“That’s for Emmett.”
“Why it doesn’t surprise me?” She sighed loudly.
Trying to distract yourself with the candles. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Alex crossed her arms, but decided to not press the topic anymore. If you didn’t feel like talking yet, she’d give you space.
For now.
You felt cornered, it was hard to keep something from her but luckily Emmett appeared in your eyesight and you waved at him, giving Alex a sign to keep it to herself. Shaking her head, she walked away to bring out the plates.
“You came!” The smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger.
“Of course, you invited me.” He chuckled.
“Never seen this before.” You pointed it at his shirt, a deep emerald that lighted his eyes even more beautifully than they already were.
He blushed slightly and a nervous laugh escaped his lips, he chose it because it was the only decent and dressy shirt he had for an occasion like that, the rest were dirty or stained.
“Hey! Can I’ve some help?” Alex asked from the house. “Don’t stay there!” She called over the two of you again.
“Better go, before the creatures hear her.” Emmett swore he said it to himself but you were close enough to listen. It was hard to hold your laugh, after the invasion you barely laughed afraid you wouldn’t be able to control the volume and attract them, but not this time.
“What’s so funny?” Alex demanded to know, looking between the two of you.
“Emmett just told me a joke.” You lied wiping the tears away.
As Emmett emerged with his arms full of boxes with drinks, you decided to busy yourself by offering him some help. Oblivious that Alex was keeping an eye on the two of you.
People started to show up, someone brought his guitar, while another person was offering everybody homemade sweets. Dinner was amazing and having the chance to celebrate with the most important people was something you felt extremely grateful for, even if your birthday had already passed. Between laughs and an endless chat, you were now enjoying a piece of a homemade cake, it was like tasting a piece of heaven in your mouth.
The group had been sharing memories before the invasion, it was great to hear he most memorable birthday celebration from each other.
“Bet you’re eager to share yours.” You teased Emmett who was sitting on your left.
“Absolutely.” He replied raising his eyebrows. “Thrilled actually.”
That was one of the things you liked about him the most, he was always able to catch your hint of sarcasm and replied back the same, it was like your little private joke.
“Oh damn it!” Alex mumbled. “Y/N, can you pass me the fork? It’s next to your feet.” She pointed out from her seat on the picnic bench in front of you.
As you were still laughing from what Emmett said, you started to bend down to pick it up, her eyes on you as you moved. But to her surprise, Emmett’s hand was moving at speed to cover the corner of the table, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
“Thank you.” You smiled shyly at him.
For him it was the most natural thing to do, but to her, it was all she needed to confirm the thoughts that had been running in her mind.
She thanked you after taking her fork. “Should we go and play some music?”
As the group moved towards the bonfire, you looked at Emmett.
“You should join them.” He encouraged, stealing glances at the group.
“Can’t leave you alone to clean up, can I?”
“Y/N it’s fine, really.”
Biting your lip you stared at him. Feeling like sometimes he was pushing you away.
“The night is young, go.” He repeated just as Alex was coming to get you.
“Come on let’s dance!”
You nodded and followed her, feeling a bit off about Emmett. Perhaps you were too pushy with him, trying to be friendly or make him feel part of the group. But as the cheering started for your arrival, it lifted you up and you decided to have a good time, kicking the sand, clapping and doing your best effort to sing along.
Emmett’s eyes landed on you from afar, you were dancing and singing with the small group.
Your cheerful spirit attracted lots of attention, it was inevitable, your carefree attitude, signature happy character and that smile that seemed to be tattooed on your face made you be surrounded by people all the time.
It was one of the things he admired about you the most, despite everything, the things you’ve been through after the invasion, losing your loved ones, that didn’t turn you into a resentful person. All the opposite, it made your heart kinder, softer.
Constantly he asked himself why you cared so much about people who probably wasn’t even worth it. But deep down he knew… because you still believed in good people, you still trusted them.
Wild hair bouncing in different direction made him go back to reality, your cheerful sweet voice made him snap out as you shouted his name while waving at him.
“What are you doing all by yourself?” You asked sitting next to him over the old tree trunk. “You should come.”
“Trying to avoid your disastrous performance.” Emmett teased, ending his words with a chuckle.
“Ugh that rum gets into my brain faster,” you groaned.
“If that’s your excuse…”
“So what’s yours? To be on your own when it’s a beautiful night like this one.”
Sometimes he still wonder how a chatterer like you could’ve made your way through his skin to take a place within his broken heart and leave a permanent mark. Over the weeks since the two of you met, it was as if you opened up his dark and lonely heart, took a chair and declared you would stay there until you made him smile and help him enjoy life again.
“How is it possible that you’re always happy and enthusiastic in a shitty world like this?” Emmett asked after a few moments.
And regretted it immediately, realizing how bitter he sounded.
“Sorry about that, it didn’t come out right.” Worry danced through his eyes, you noticed right before he looked down.
“So what am I supposed to do? Cross my arms and put on an angry face to push everyone away?”
“I don’t have an angry face.” He tried to defend himself.
“Absolutely not, you’re the most friendly human being around,” you nodded making a funny face. “It seems that you already forgot how we met.”
Flashback
Focusing on his surroundings, he was now used to the loud thoughts in the back of his mind, talking to himself most of the time for survival purposes.
He was walking midway across the bridge when he heard a small noise behind his back. He was quick to take his weapon from his shoulder and turn around pointing it in every direction in an attempt to protect himself.
But his heartbeat stopped as he saw the female figure before him.
“You shouldn’t sneak around like that, you know?” He whispered.
“Are you always that friendly?” You asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“Fabulous, me neither… let’s be not-friends.” You extended your hand at him. “Y/N.”
Emmett placed his weapon back on his shoulder, and fixed his eyes on you with a defeated sigh.
“Emmett. What are you doing here?”
“Oh you know, just needed some air and a suntan.” You shuddered. “I’m looking for food.”
He wanted to laugh, for the first time in months, he felt something. And in that very moment he realized that you were one of the very few people around worth saving.
“Do you trust a stranger like that all the time? This is a dangerous place right now.”
“Again with the pessimism, Em?” You shuddered. “You don’t look like the kind of people who goes around with bad intentions. I saw you back there, when you had the chance to steal, you didn’t.”
His chest raised from the long breath he took. One more look at you and another one towards the long road ahead.
“Come on, I know a place safe.” He covered his nose and mouth with the old piece of shirt.
End of flashback
“I knew you were a good person right away.” You mumbled letting your eyes swim in the depth of his eyes. “And look at you, that day you found the best damn thing that’s happened to you after the invasion.”
That made him chuckle, just like every single thing you did and said.
“There’s no point to fight that.”
Your heart was doing a strange thing; drumming like it was in a rush to come out of your chest and skipping beats from time to time, specially when his clear eyes were looking intensely at you.
“I’ve something for you.” He announced looking at the ground one of his hands started fishing inside the shirt pocket. “Happy birthday, Y/N I made you this.”
As you were about to ask how could he remember it was your birthday, he showed you a small square of fabric covering a pendant in the form of a flower made of wood. “Emmett it’s beautiful!”
It was something delicate and simple, but to you it meant everything that he made it from scratch.
Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself into his arms. This was the first and only gift you’ve received, as his hands came to rest to your back and his masculine scent intoxicated your senses, you suddenly realized of your impulsive actions and how much he protected his personal space. So you broke the embrace.
“Sorry, I got over excited… thank you so much!”
His eyes were fixed on you as you put it on.
“It’s just something small.” He tried to explain.
“You’re really talented.”
Clicking his tongue he felt the urge to hide his hands.
“Emmett you need to learn to accept compliments, look at the table,” you pointed at the object next to you, “this is a gift, you create beautiful pieces.”
“Well thank you.”
You loved the shy look he gave you.
Nervously you placed your hair behind your ears. “No, thank you.”
“Y/N…”
Staring at his profile, you noticed the freckles kissing his face, neck and the part of his chest that was visible, the moonlight spread shadows beautifully in certain parts of his features, and you couldn’t help but wonder how would his beard feel against your skin.
There was no use in trying to deny it any longer, you had to be honest with yourself… you were in love with this man, and maybe as an introvert he needed a little push. Perhaps if you open up to him, he would do the same.
“Yes?”
Taking a deep breath, you decided you’d take the lead, after the invasion changed everything you decided you wouldn’t miss the chance. What if taking the risk was worth it?
He gave you one more look and you waited patiently.
As Emmett felt you turning your body towards him and the peonies scent of your skin hit him, he looked at your beautiful and delicate features in the dim light.
You were young, beautiful and funny, a walking sunshine. How could he even think of standing a chance to be with a goddess like you?
Fixing his eyes on his hands, he stood up.
“Nothing I just hope you have a blast, goodnight.”
And he left without another word or even a look. Confusion took over you, in equal amount as disappointment. You regretted deeply everything in that very moment. How did you come to think he’d look at you differently? To him you were nothing but a friend, someone who was always joking.
“You’re supposed to be having fun.” Your friend stated, taking the seat next to you.
“I am, Alex.”
“Really? Then you need to say it to your face.” And she pulled you up, towards the bonfire.
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“You are what?” Alex asked with a shocked expression as she was watching you getting ready.
“Going out with Mark.” You repeated putting on the sandals.
“I didn’t know you guys were seeing each other.” She was majorly confused.
Turning your head to her, you nodded. “He asked me after the bonfire.”
“And… you like him?”
Sighing you paced the room. “Alex what’s with all the questionnaire? I thought you wanted me to have someone.”
Leaning back, she started playing with her sandal, balancing it in her toe. “I thought you liked Emmett.”
From side to side, you saw her sandal move like a pendulum. “What makes you say that?”
“Oh, you wanna play like that? Fine… stealing glances at him all the time, joining him for his daily walks when he clearly wants to be alone, going to his place with the most ridiculous excuses just to be close, him acting all protective around you…”
“We’re… friends.” You stammered looking away, feeling caught by your best friend. “Can you stop that please?” You were altered.
“Jesus.” She noticed you were in a mood. “He’s grumpy and bearish. You’ve nothing in common how can you say he’s your friend?” She needed to push your buttons.
“That’s a wrong impression most of the people here have.” You defended him. “He’s kind and funny.”
“And?”
You wanted to say that he was smart and well educated and a great cook, but that would only make her suspicious grow.
“I’ve known you since we were in the wombs of our mothers, Y/N. You can’t lie to me.”
There was a long silence, and it was endless.
“I’m in love with him, okay? I don’t know how, but it happened. I love spending time with him, he makes me feel safe, like I can be myself. He makes me love the person I am when we’re together… but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me back, to him I’m just his friend.”
Pouring your soul and feelings to your best friend didn’t change anything, but it made you feel lighter, just as Alex was about to say that she knew there was something between the two of you by Emmett’s protectiveness, Mark arrived.
“I better go.”
“If you’ve feelings for Emmett, this date is useless you know that, right?” She had never seeing you like this before.
“Everything is useless to be honest, but it’s either this date or yelling so a creature would come at me.”
“As dramatic as always.”She rolled her eyes right before watching you and Mark disappear.
It had only been ten minutes when there was a knock, Alex thought you forgot something so she opened the door to scold you, but instead she found the last person she had in mind.
“Emmett?”
“Hey, it’s Y/N here?”
For an instant, Alex felt sorry for him. “She’s out tonight… Mark asked her on a date.”
His jaw clenched, hands curled in tight fits just as an avalanche of emotions flashed in his blue eyes.
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can you do one where reader gets in trouble for a school fight? ( reader is John B's younger sister and john b is readers legal guardian)
Paring(s): John B x little sister reader
Genre: kinda angst, fluff
Warning(s): blood, broken nose, fighting, yelling, bullying, swearing
Word bank: Y/N- your name, Y/N/N-your nickname
Notes: thanks for the request and sorry it took so long to be done. And side note the reader is in middle school.
"Routledge!"
"Crap" You mumbled under your breath. Slowly you turned around and plastered a fake smile on your face. "Hey Jessica" you say as nicely as possible. "Yea, I need you to do this homework for me tonight" she says shoving the bunch of papers into your hand.
"I... I can't. I already have loads to do" you say avoiding her devil eyes. "Excuse me? Who do you think your talking to? Homework done tonight or you'll regret it, understood?" She says cracking her knuckles which made you wince slightly.
You quickly nodded and turned to walk away but stopped upon hearing Jessica and her friends snickering. "No wonder her dad left, she's a totally loser" "Yea, she really is. same goes with her brother and he's weirdo friends."
Anger started to boil up in the pit of your stomach. How dare that bitch and her minions talk bad about your family like that? Before you can stop yourself, you turned around again and shouted. "Hey! Shut your dirty whore mouth!"
Everyone in the hallway soon began to go quiet, wanting to see want will happen next. Jessica glared at you almost burning holes into your head. She and her little follower walked towards you, until you and her were face to face with each other. "What did you just say?" She asked dangerously.
"You heard what I said and besides I'm done being your little slave, so do your own homework or are you too dumb for it?" You didn't even know why you just said that knowing you could get your ass kicked but oh god it feel good to say. Laughter and cheering could be heard, as your fellow classmates laughed and cheered that someone was actually standing up to miss queen bee.
"You dirty little slut!" Before you knew It Jessica had jumped on you, as the both of you rolled around on the ground pulling and kicking at each other. Students were yelling "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as teachers tried pulling the two of you away from each other.
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John B was in the kitchen making a sandwich when his phone rang. "Who is it?" JJ asked. "I don't know, some random number probably" John B stared at his phone. "Well, answer it" Kiara pried.
"Hello?" John B answered.
"Hi this is Alex James from Kildare Country Middle School; I'm looking for John B Routledge."
"This is him."
"It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/n Routledge, correct?"
"Yea. Why what happened? Is she okay?" John B spoke in an almost calm voice.
"Well, this morning, Y/N got into a fight with another student, and we would like for you-" Before he could finish speaking John B cut her off. "What?! Is she okay? Does she need to taken to the hospital??"
"Sir if you would please calm down and let me finish talking. Yes, she is okay just same cuts and bruises nothing that serious, but we do need you to come down to the school."
"Ok, I'll be there soon." John B hang up the phone and before anyone could ask what had happened, he was already out the door.
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You sat in the principal's office. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was looking at you but you refused to make eye contact and so you just stared at the floor. There was a knock on the door, you looked up to see John B.
"Have a seat Mr. Routledge" Your principal said. You knew he was about to argue with your brother, even though you didn't even start the fight. You just hoped that your brother was in a good mood to where he would defend you, and not agree with the principal.
"You sister, managed to harm a student sending her a trip to the hospital with a broken nose" John B's eyebrows raised, he knew you had to be pissed at her for something or you wouldn't have gotten into a fight.
"Look, Mr. uh.... James. My sister here is a very nice girl, so if she did something like fighting some other student, it's probably them who started it because she would never start a fight" John B explained.
The principal glared at John B before speaking again. "Even so, at this school fighting is not tolerated and I will have to expel Y/N for at least 3 weeks"
"Oh, come on. It wasn't even my fault! Jessica's the one who jumped on me and started to acting like a crazy person!" You retorted. John B turned to look at you and chuckled a little, trying to cover it up with cough. "Ms. Routledge, do you realize who you are speaking to?" Your principal calmy asked.
"Yeah... You're just a person-" You were cut off by your brother slapping his hand over your mouth. "Ok, that's it for you young lady. look, are we done here?"
Your principal signed a long sign before answering. "Yes, you may leave but Ms. Routledge I do want you to write a full 500 letter on how what you did was wrong by the time you come back."
"Yea, yea"
You and John B walked down the empty halls of the school, since it was a little after hours. "So.... am I in trouble? or are you just mad at me?"
John B sighed before knelling down Infront of you. "I'm not mad and you're not in trouble but please don't do this again but..."
"But what?"
"You do have my permission to kick anyone's ass who gives you shit, ok?"
You smiles wide at your brother. "Ok"
~Bouns~
"Wait, Wait, Y/N/N got into a fight?!" Everyone yelled.
"Yea, she did" John B answered calmly, taking a sip out of his beer.
"Well, is she ok?" Pope asked.
"Did she win?" JJ asked, curiously.
"Seriously, JJ that's what your worried about?" Kiarra rolled her eyes.
"Yea, she's fine but I can't say that about the other kid though."
"I knew I taught her well." JJ said proudly.
#fyp#outer banks#jj maybank#john b routledge#x sister reader#kiara carrera#pope heyward#outer banks x reader#john b x sister reader#jj maybank x reader#x reader
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To The House
Summer in Michigan Series
Warnings: Swearing
“Y/N,” you heard a whisper in your ear as your eyes slowly fluttered open. You realized where you were, still on the couch with your head resting on a familiar shoulder. You panicked because falling asleep on his shoulder was not any of your intentions on this trip, even if it was very comfortable. You sat up instantly as you looked up to see Jack.
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry,” you began to say before he shushed you because there was also a head against your elbow. You looked down to see a sleeping Trevor on your arm and a sleeping Cole on Jack’s other shoulder. You both laughed quietly looking at your surroundings. Your brother and Trevor looked so peaceful.
“Look’s like we are stuck here Y/N,” Jack smiled.
“I guess so,” you shrugged.
“Was I comfortable to sleep on?” Jack laughed.
“Ask the crick in my neck,” you grinned.
“Extra peanut butter,” was mumbled into your elbow, by a sleeping Trevor causing a laughing fit from both of you.
“What was that about?” you said.
“I don’t know but, do you know what time it is?” he asked you.
“Nine thirty-five why?” you say checking your phone.
“Oh shit, we are supposed to meet Alex at ten, fuck we gotta go,” Jack said bolting off the couch. You poked the boy on your arm as Cole woke up after his temporary pillow was gone.
“What the hell,” your brother said in a groggy state.
“Get up we are gonna be late,” you shouted as you continued to try and wake Trevor. You stood up and shook him forcing him awake, he batted your hands away,
“Just five more minutes,” he groaned.
“We have to leave in five minutes dumbass, now get up,” you shoved him once again.
“What, why did no one tell me,” he said snapping awake.
“Because we just- ugh never mind just get dressed,” you instructed then ran up to the guest room to get ready. You quickly threw on a new set of clothes and ran to the bathroom which was occupied.
“Open up, I need to brush my teeth,” you pounded on the door. The door opened to Jack and Cole brushing their teeth Trevor followed in quickly behind you. You threw your hair up in a messy bun then got your face ready and brushed your teeth.
The four of you barely made it out the door but somehow were only late by one minute.
You hopped in your jeep, expecting to be alone to process your morning, but were mistaken when Trevor opened the passenger’s side.
“Want some company?”
“Actually, I was hoping to destress this car ride,” you said awkwardly.
“Come on, I have the address for the house, I’ll be your navigator,” he smiled.
“Okay fine, get in, but my car means my music,” you stated. He sat down and shut the door behind him as you messed with the music finding what you wanted and your journey began. You tapped on your steering wheel as Trevor started giving you directions.
“Are you singing along?” you said laughing as you heard another voice singing.
“No, no I’m not,” Trevor lied. You two continued your car ride and still continued to hear Trevor’s singing.
“You are singing,” you exclaimed.
“Alright, alright, I’m singing,” he rolled his eyes. The two of you continued your carpool karaoke of pop songs and other music, laughing and somehow managing to get lost after Trevor forgot to tell you to turn. After an extra couple of minutes in the car, you finally made it to the house. You saw Jack and Cole standing outside with arms crossed looking impatient.
“We’re in trouble,” you laughed.
“They can’t do anything to us,” Trevor answered. You parked the car and grabbed your things out of the back.
“What took you so long,” Jack said sternly.
“Trevor got us lost,” you said.
“Understandable, let me grab that, our stuff is inside already,” he smiled.
“Oh thanks,” you shut the back of your car and followed him inside. You were so excited once you got inside to be greeted by a familiar brunette.
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The Parents He Deserves
Luke rang the doorbell and pulled his collar away from his neck for the third time since he’d gotten out of the car.
To say he was nervous was an understatement.
Rose opened the door looking ready for a quiet evening in with her husband dressed in baggy sweats rolled down at the waist and up at her ankles, probably Ray’s, and an old band t-shirt. She was holding a glass of red wine and she smiled at him, like she always did, when she saw him standing there.
“Luke! What are you doing here?” She waved him in before he could answer.
“Sorry to bother you guys,” he fiddled with the flowers in his hand he was trying not to crush. “Here,” he said pushing them toward her. “These are for you.”
“Thank you Luke,” she laughed as she sat her wine down on the table by the door and took them from him. She buried her nose in the petals taking a long whiff, “Dahlias, my favorite.”
“Hey Luke,” Ray came around the corner from the kitchen dressed down like his wife in sweats and a plain black tee wiping his hands on a towel and giving him the same easy grin he’d been giving him for years.
He cringed realizing he was probably interrupting their dinner.
“What are you doing here? I thought you and the guys were having a boy’s night, that’s what Julie told us before she headed out with Flynn and Carrie.” He said stopping in front of him and tossing the towel on his shoulder.
That had been the story he told Julie but she was the only one of their friends that thought that’s what he was actually doing tonight.
It’d be a miracle if no one spilled the beans before he got to the real reason he was lying to his girlfriend, but one step at a time.
He bounced on his heels. “I need to talk to the two of you if you have a minute.”
“Ok,” Ray said glancing at Rose who bit back a smile before turning back to him.
“Come on in the living room Luke and tell us how we can help.” she said nodding in that direction.
He nodded in return and followed them down the hall to the family room he’d spent many nights hanging out with Julie and her family watching movies and playing games.
Rose laid the flowers on the coffee table and took a seat on the sofa next to Ray. They both looked up at him as he continued to stand across from them.
He thought he might vibrate out of his skin if he stopped moving.
He just needed to get this out.
“Luke?” Rose was grinning at him again. “You seem to have something important to ask us.”
“He does?” Ray sat up a little straighter and frowned at his wife.
“Ray…” she rolled her eyes. “He’s wearing a shirt with sleeves.”
Luke only peripherally noticed Ray raise his eyebrows at Rose as he started to pace back and forth in front of them pulling at his collar again and giving in to his need to move. This was the first time he truly understood why Alex paced when he was anxious.
Luke had never been more anxious in his life.
“Mijo?” Ray questioned.
He’d had a plan, a speech but he couldn’t recall a word of it now.
“Luke, carino,” Rose called him back from his racing thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” he stopped in front of them and ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” Actually he did know. He’d already been by his parent’s house and told them his news and they had not taken it well at all.
He stopped pacing and really looked at Rose and Ray Molina sitting on their sofa, holding hands, calmly waiting for him to tell them why he was here.
He took a deep breath and reminded himself, not for the first time, that they were not Emily and Mitch Patterson.
“I’m planning to ask Julie to marry me and I’d like your blessing.”
Rose screamed and jumped up climbing over the coffee table to pull him into a hug. “Of course mijo!” she leaned back to grin at him. “Of course you have our blessing!” Then she pulled him into an even tighter hug.
Luke was still laughing at Rose’s exuberance when he felt Ray’s hand on his shoulder and turned to look up at the big man. He had tears in his eyes.
“Mijo,” he put his arms around both him and his wife. “We’ve known this day was coming since you followed Julie home from her first day of high school.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled.
It was true that he’d been completely smitten with Julie from the very first day she set foot in Los Fez and his music class. He’d been a little in love with her before she’d even opened her mouth. Captivated by her smile, her eyes and the way she looked around the room like she was assessing who she wanted to work with. Like she wasn’t the new kid but had been there all along. He’d never known anyone with that much confidence with their music, besides himself, before that day.
Then she’d sat down at the piano and he was hers if she’d have him.
“Of course Luke,” Ray smiled down at him, his arms still wrapped around him and Rose. “A blind man could see how much you love our ninita.”
Luke nodded his eyes filling up with tears. He did love her. God he loved her, more than anyone but apparently that wasn’t enough for his parents.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “You don’t think we’re too young?”
“No mijo.” Rose shook her head as she reached up and wiped the tear that has escaped down his cheek. “I was only a year older than Julie when Ray and I got married.” She grinned at Ray over his head. “The only reason I wasn’t younger was because we’d only known each other a year.”
“Luke,” Ray squeezed his shoulder. “You’re both adults and we will support your decisions.”
He bit his lip and nodded.
They were adults no matter what his mother said. He had a place with the guys and a job. The band was booking more gigs every week and Julie would be graduating early from college in just a few months.
All of them worked so hard to make their dreams come true but none more than Julie. He was so proud of her and she inspired him every day to be a better man.
He had no doubt they’d have a recording contract within the year and he wanted her to be his wife when they made it big. Why couldn’t his parents see that?
“Thank you both.” He took a deep breath trying to calm back down from the anticipation of telling them about the proposal. He was going to propose no matter what they’d said but having their blessing meant the world to him and he knew it would mean the world to Julie.
“Your support means so much.” He looked back and forth between them and smiled. “It always has.”
Rose kissed him on the cheek, making him laugh, before stepping back. “Of course Luke,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him back toward the kitchen. “No matter what happens, you and Julie will always have a place here.”
“Where are you taking me?” he smiled as she kept pulling him out of the room.
She winked, “To eat.”
He looked back at Ray who was just standing back up from retrieving Rose’s flowers she's knocked off the coffee table in her rush to get to him. “I don’t want to disrupt your evening even more than I already have.”
“Nonsense!” Ray waved away his worry. “Stay and catch us up on what’s been going on with you, Reggie and Alex.”
He chuckled. It had been a while since they’d all been over to visit. Julie’s time was already split between school, him, the band and her parents so even she probably didn’t know everything that was going on with the guys right now.
Rose tugged on his hand pulling his attention back to her as they entered the kitchen, “And maybe tell us how you’re planning to propose?”
He bit back a grin as she left him sitting at the kitchen table while she moved around grabbing the food off the counters and Ray pulled out a vase to put the flowers in.
Maybe his parents hadn’t reacted the way he’d hoped they would when he told them he was going to ask Julie to marry him but Ray and Rose had more than made up for their disapproval with their overwhelming support.
Just like they always did.
He hoped on day his parents would see what he saw in his future.
“So…” Ray passed him a bowl full of rice. “Is Alex going to propose to Willie anytime soon?”
“Oh! Double wedding!” Rose exclaimed as she took the bowl from him.
He laughed.
If his own parents never came around he already had the best parents in the world, who would officially be his parents too one day soon… if Julie said yes.
This was inspired by @missjoolee's fic If You Could Only See
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ALEX HIIIII!!!!!!!! i saw ‘aaron hotchner x reader’ in your tags and i RAN here 🤭🤭🤭💞
okay so what about #10-“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.” 😩🦋🦋 with aaron <3333
thank you ilysm!!!!!!!!!!
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prompt: #10 “let me call you mine, just for tonight.”
pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner
contents: implied sexual content, angst, exes in love, hope for the future
wc: 1.1k (listen it got out of hand)
an: i hope you enjoy this my sweet fay, despite it being angst i had a really fun time writing it. perhaps im slowly returning to this man 🤭 love youuuu bb <33
summer blurbs prompts + masterlist | cm masterlist
You’ve always reminded yourself there was the possibility of seeing him when you come back home. You’ve prepared; there is nothing to say, nothing to change. Going your separate ways once the two of you had graduated from undergrad just made sense. Living states upon states from each other, working insane hours— the two of you were never going to fit together the way you did those few years. And while it hurt, neither of you wanted to hold the other back.
Your relationship was based in choice and fire and tenderness. How the bicker of back and forth turned into something soft, something sweet and erotic. You’d never been able to find the flame that sparked when you were with him with anyone else, so you’d given up.
It takes 10 years. You’d gone almost 10 years without seeing him— you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas respectively, sometimes even the 4th of July. Aaron Hotchner never comes home. Until he does.
He says words that you never expected— words some part of you buried deep down has always wanted to hear.
“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”
You shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t even be here. You’ve avoided this for so long and all it took was once for you to end up here. For you to say yes to him. Over and over you’d said yes, because what else could you say?
He’s always been your weakness. You’d agreed to coffee when you saw him in the grocery store. Said yes to dinner at coffee despite the awkward tension between you. Said yes again to coming back to his hotel room despite the tan line from his removed wedding band.
When those words— let me call you mine, just for tonight— spill from his mouth as you two stand in his hotel room, you can acknowledge that this is the perfect time to say no.
Still, you can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead you say, “We’ve done this before, Aaron. Why hurt ourselves?”
The words have hardly left your mouth before he’s answering. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”
“I didn’t leave, we came to an agreement,” You grit out, arms crossed against your chest defensively. “We wanted different things, coasts apart.”
He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m not blaming you.”
“That’s what it feels like. And you never fought for me— I posed the idea and you just went with it.”
His mouth presses into a thin line, brow furrowing in confusion, “Was I supposed to know that I was meant to fight? I always respected you and your autonomy.”
You know that he’s right. Choice and fire and tenderness.
Your shoulders drop as all the stubbornness in you disappears. You can’t look at him. “I don’t want to fight, Aaron, please. I don’t have the heart for it.
He steps forward— that’s all that’s left between the two of you after this little tiff, a single step. His hands, warm and calloused, rise to cup your face, lifting your gaze to his own.
“I know, you never have, have you, honey?” He asks gently, not a single drop of malice or condescension. “We get worked up just to fizzle out. I’m sorry, I am. But, I don’t know if I can let you walk out the door like this.”
You have to close your eyes before you drown in him. In his deep brown eyes, in his strong pine cologne that surrounds you. It’s too late, you’re sure of that when he angles your jaw further and you feel the ghost of his breath on your lips. And while it took so much strength to look away, it takes none to press your lips to his.
For a while that’s all either of you do— kiss and explore the way you’ve changed. His mouth feels the same, his tongue deep and searching but his skin is different, his beard is gone, his shoulders are firmer. He feels how you’ve become softer, how your mouth might taste even sweeter.
You pull away once your lungs burn and not a moment sooner. It could end here, you could keep all those promises you’ve made to yourself and walk away from him. Nothing and everything has changed. Once again you think that you should do the right thing to save you both. But instead, you sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you.
You and Aaron truly talk for the first time since seeing each other in that grocery store. You tell him about your loneliness. He tells you about his, about the horror and gore that accompanies it. You bring him close and kiss him until he’s dizzy, until you’re in a vacuum where none of that exists. Just the two of you.
Eventually, he guides you to the bed with respectful eyes, eyes that say this is your call. You make it, pulling him in for another kiss by the collar of his polo.
In the quiet darkness of the night, he touches you like you never left him. He kisses every inch of your skin, and reintroduces you to a level of pleasure that left with him.
And when you wake in the morning, you’re warm— almost too warm. But, you aren’t quite ready to move and accept the reality that dawn brings. You’re losing him all over again. There’s a familiar stiffness in your bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that takes you back to that cool May morning.
Rising out of bed, slowly and carefully, is one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Not because you haven’t snuck out of bed before, leaving a one night stand or two wondering about what they did wrong. But, because Aaron’s always been it for you. Because you’re leaving the warmest bed you’ve ever known.
Dressing quietly, you press a parting kiss to his forehead, so light that you feel like a ghost. Maybe that’s what you are, a ghost in Aaron’s life the way he’s one in yours.
When Aaron wakes, he feels the chill left in your absence. He knew what he was getting himself into; he’d only asked for a night, hadn’t he?
That chill stays with him as he gets ready. But, when he reaches for his wallet, a small bit of paper falls out. He bends to pick it up, and smiles— written on the paper are familiar digits. Ones he’d deleted from his phone long ago, ones he’s been trying to forget until now.
He thinks for a moment that he should throw it away, spare you both the back and forth for something that might crumble all over again. Instead, he opens his phone, saving your number once more. His chest thaws a bit at the potential of more.
#fay 🦢#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x gn!reader#aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#arson writes#summer blurbs
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Enchanted AU: Part 33
Thank you everyone for all of the well wishes, I do feel loads better than on Monday! and I really appreciate everyone's kind words. Sorry this is kinda late.
Part 1 | Last Chapter
Part 33
New Years Eve morning was crisp with a steady wind. Max felt like it was going to be a good one. He was never a ‘resolutions’ sort of guy. He made goals and worked towards them– regardless of how long it took to get there. Then once that goal was completed, he moved to the next one.
But he had a new year's wish, a goal yes, but this was inherently magical in nature.
He walked out onto the patio to see Daniel curled up under his cat blanket. He wore his headphones and was staring out into the city scape, but his hands were stroking Sassy and Jimmy’s fur unconsciously. The cats looked up at Max and that got Daniel’s attention. He slid his headphones off and smiled a small smile at Max, a cute blush settled on his skin.
That had been happening more often since the chat in the car. They hadn’t spoken more since that, spending the whole day with the boys. But they’d remained close the whole time, Daniel had been no more than a finger’s length away, tucking himself easily into Max’s side as if happy to finally be able to do so.
Max leaned against the wall and smiled down at Daniel.
“Morning, did you sleep ok?”
Daniel’s head ducked a little shily, but he nodded.
“Good. I wanted to know, if you still wanted to go on our date later?”
Daniel stilled, their date? He thought back to the chaos of the last few days, eyes widening at the memory. He had completely forgotten.
“Do you still want to?” Daniel asked, because he truly couldn’t help himself. If Max didn’t want to anymore, it would be fine too.
“Yes.” Max made sure to say it clearly. “I was thinking we could leave at 7?” Max tilted his head in his Sassy way, Daniel bit back his smile.
“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” Daniel bit his cuticle to try and temper his excitement. He wanted to dance and sing, for the first time in days. He felt happy.
“Perfect. You can wear whatever you want, but it’s going to be cold I think.” Max scratched his cheek before smiling happily at Daniel and going back inside.
Daniel watched him go with a soft smile before looking down at the cats.
“We have a date!” He squealed softly, “I dunno what to wear…What do I do until seven?” Daniel asked unsurely, sighing sadly when the cat didn’t answer. He’d forgotten that he couldn’t hear them anymore.
Sassy didn’t allow him to wallow for long, she got up– tugging on his sleeve as she did so. He followed her inside, Jimmy trailing behind them. They passed Max’s sim room, the door was closed and Daniel heard the familiar noise of the motor of the rig. Sassy led him to Michelle’s room, she was on the phone but smiled widely at their entrance.
“Do you want to say hi to Uncle Daniel?” Michelle asked to her phone and Daniel grinned at the cheerful reply of ‘yeah!’.
Daniel spent the rest of the morning chatting with his family, teaching Isaac the Dutch words he remembered and soaked up the closeness with his older sister. He completely forgot all about his anxiety for the date until lunch time.
Grace made lunch, kissing Daniel on the forehead when he smiled happily at her– without his headphones on. Max walked into the kitchen after spending hours locked away and Grace shooed him to the table to sit with Daniel. Max chuckled fondly but walked off, hands in the air to show he was listening.
Max bumped his shoulder into Daniel’s when he sat down, grinning when Daniel leaned over and bumped him back.
“I’m excited for later.” Daniel admitted after Grace provided Max with a plate. Max’s smile was one of his wide scrunchy ones. The butterflies in Daniel’s stomach went crazy.
“Me too. I hope you really like the restaurant, Lily suggested it.” Technically Alex did, but it was Lily’s favourite and Daniel and Lily had very similar tastes.
Daniel melted, did Max ask their friends to help him plan their date? Could he be anymore perfect? Daniel felt the love he had bubbling up to the surface, the words were behind his teeth but he swallowed them back with a forkful of gnocchi. If he said them now, he’d want to kiss Max and they haven’t since the mistletoe incident.
Daniel wanted to, he truly did. But he wanted it to be better than the first time. The first time was lovely, but marred by a misunderstanding. Daniel would kiss him later on their date. He couldn’t wait.
That made the butterflies fly anew, he still didn’t know what to wear! It wasn’t like he had a whole closet of clothes to choose from, and Max said it would be cold. But that still left the choices between his favourite green sweatshirt, his favourite blue sweatshirt with the rose, or his favourite lilac sweatshirt.
He would ask Michelle for her opinion after lunch. The buzzing thoughts in his brain stopped dead when he felt the press of Max’s thigh to his. He looked over to see Max watching him with an amused expression.
“You are thinking very hard. Whatever it is, you don’t need to glare at the table, y’know.” Max said simply. Daniel groaned, palming his forehead, causing Max to laugh at him.
“I’m just trying to decide what to wear later.” Daniel mumbled. Max made a soft ‘oh’ like sound, his own grin softened.
“Whatever you wear will be perfect. You’ll be beautiful regardless I think.” There was a soft blush on Max’s cheeks, answered by the lurid red that Daniel’s face turned. He covered his face with his palms.
“You can’t just say that!” Daniel whined shyly. His brain ground to a complete halt. Max just called him beautiful. While they were here at home, simply eating lunch. Max thought he was beautiful…doing mundane things. Daniel felt like his face was on fire, like he could just melt away into a puddle of… lovely-daniel-in-love-goo. The name needed work but it was how he felt ok?!
“But it’s true.” Max shrugged simply, as if it were really that simple. As if he hadn’t just altered Daniel’s brain chemistry. Why didn’t he just kiss him on the forehead to reboot his brain while he was at it!
“Would you like that?” Max asked curiously, doing his Sassy head tilt. And Daniel realized that he said that out loud because of course he did.
In for a pound, or however the saying his Nonna always said went. Daniel nodded, because yes he did like that thankyouverymuch and relationships started on honesty. Not that they were in a relationship…yet?
Max looked like he was thinking about it, ready to lean over to press his lips to the curls on Daniel’s forehead when Michelle bounded into the dining area happily. She plopped down at the table and slid a bowl of soft amaretti cookies in front of Daniel. He gasped before taking one and munching happily.
Max raised a brow, looking at Michelle questioningly. Why did she distract them? Michelle looked back with narrowed eyes before making a face he recognized from Vic when he almost messed something up– specifically a surprise. And Max mentally facepalmed because of course. He nodded back at Michelle, thoroughly chastised.
Daniel, whose eyes had been blissfully closed during this entire interaction, turned his happy honey eyes on Max. He slid the bowl closer to Max, his mom’s cookies were so yummy. Max took one, smiling back when Daniel grinned happily at him. Max couldn’t wait for their date.
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8 & 53 from the concerned caregiver dialogue for whoever you think fits
Day 21: Nausea
Another fluffy drabble for @medwhumpmay ft. clueless teenage Alex and Ryo (15/16) taking care of a sick Shu. And finally tackling this ask from @salembutnotthecat using numbers 8 and 53 from these concerned caregiver prompts, sorry it took so long!
Ryo spends a lot of time at Alex’s house where he lives with Shu, and if he’s not there then Alex is over at his house. There’s at least one sleepover most weekends and neither Shu nor Ryo’s parents ever seem to have a problem discovering the additional teenage boy in their house.
Ryo likes Shu, but the man’s equal parts overprotective and a pushover. He gets worried if he doesn’t know where Alex is for too long but shuts up if Alex shouts at him. Ryo’s fifteen and not in a position to comment on anyone’s parenting methods by experience, but even he knows Alex could probably benefit from a little more discipline.
Today, though, Shu’s acting… different. He’s usually all eager to get them snacks and ask Ryo questions about school since Alex won’t answer them, but not today. Today he’s near silent and nods at Ryo more like they’re doing business negotiations than anything. He seems rather ghost like, honestly, all pale and shaky until he disappears into his bedroom.
“Hey Alex, does Shu seem off to you?” Ryo asks curiously. “He seems kinda…”
“Dumber than usual? I noticed too,” Alex says bluntly.
“Alex, that’s not nice,” Ryo scolds him, but the fact that Alex - the king of being oblivious to other people’s feelings - actually noticed increases Ryo’s concern. “Do you think he’s sick?”
“Probably. I heard him throwing up last night,” Alex says. Ryo stares at him. “What?” Alex asks blankly.
“And you still invited me over?”
“I didn’t invite you over, you followed me home,” Alex said. Which is technically true, they don’t really ask each other to hang out anymore, it just happens. But a warning would have been nice if Shu has some kind of contagious stomach bug. Ryo supposes it’s too late now, though.
“Wanna make him soup?” Ryo asks. At Alex’s inevitable why, Ryo shrugs. “I don’t know, sick people like soup.” They dig a can of Campbells out from the back of the cupboard - it’s slightly expired, but it smells fine - and warm it up on the stove. When it’s done, Ryo hands Alex the bowl. “Go give it to him.”
“What?! Why me? This was your stupid idea,” Alex exclaims.
Ryo rolls his eyes. “He’s yours, and I’m not gonna go in his room. That’s weird.”
“Ugh, fine,” Alex snaps, disappearing into Shu’s bedroom with a loud, “I’m coming in!” Not exactly ceremonious, Ryo thinks to himself. He eats the remaining soup while waiting for Alex to reappear… which takes surprisingly long. When he does return, Alex looks flustered. “Well, it made him cry, so thanks a lot for that,” Alex informs Ryo, annoyed.
Ryo can’t help but laugh. "Probably because he thought you were abducted and replaced by a nicer version of yourself. Did he finally fall asleep?”
“Yeah,” Alex says. “I’m not doing that again.”
“Once is enough, I’m sure he will be cured by expired soup infused with love in no time,” Ryo teases him. Alex rolls his eyes and grabs Shu’s wallet off the shelf by the door. He needs pizza after this embarrassing ordeal and Shu’s definitely paying for it.
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The Hell I Overcame Part 2
Note: So sorry this took so long! My mental health has been bad, but here is part 2!!!!!!! Let me know if yall want to be on the tag list.
Ultraviolet and Bad Omens were now a week into the tour and things were falling into place. Mia had a much easier time taking the stage with less panic and more excitement every show. Fans in the audience were learning the Ultraviolet songs from the setlist and sang along with the band while they performed their set. Noah and Mia even had a secret handshake that they did before Ultraviolet took the stage.
Both bands had arrived in Orlando, the next stop on the tour. It was their day off, so Mia was looking forward to enjoying the day.
“Last one off is a rotten egg!” Travis shouted as he quickly started to make his way toward the front of the bus and Mia let out a slight chuckle.
“He can be crazy sometimes,” Alex said as he looked at Mia and shook his head.
“Definitely the craziest one out of our group,” Mia said with a small smile as she grabbed the strap of her backpack and put it over her shoulder. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked as she looked at Alex.
“No, I can manage. I just can’t wait to sleep in a comfy hotel bed for the next two nights,” Alex said as he shoved his laptop in his backpack.
“Now that is something we can both agree on,” Mia agreed as she put her sunglasses on the top of her head. “I’ll see you in the hotel,” she said and started to walk toward the front of the bus.
The moment that Mia was off of the bus, she moved her sunglasses down over her eyes and took a deep breath in as she looked around. Orlando was beautiful, sunny, and hot.
“I think I grabbed all the luggage off from under,” Bill, the tour bus driver said.
“Thanks, Bill. If anything is missing, one of us will be out to grab it,” Mia said as she looked around at everything. “But I think you got it. Thanks,” she said as she grabbed the handle of her suitcase.
“How was the ride?” Mia heard Noah ask as she started to roll her suitcase behind her.
“It was good. Got a decent nap in. I think traveling is starting to catch up to me,” Mia answered with a small smile as she glanced over at Noah while they slowly walked toward the hotel together.
“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” Noah said as he looked over at her.
“Mia!” Travis shouted and both Mia and Noah looked over. “Look! It’s a lizard!” he shouted as he pointed at something on the tree.
“Leave it alone!” Mia shouted playfully as she shook her head and they continued to walk again. “Do you have an extra spot open in Bad Omens? Could you use another member?” she joked as she kept walking.
“Nope, our band is currently full,” Noah replied with a chuckle as they reached the entrance to the hotel.
Noah grabbed the door handle and held it open for Mia.
“Thank you,” Mia said with a smile and headed inside the hotel.
Matt handed out the room keys to Bad Omens while Devon handed out the keys to Ultraviolet. Mia took her key and headed over toward the elevator with Noah. The doors closed and Mia stood there as she waited for the elevator to reach the floor they were on.
“Got any plans for today?” Noah asked as he looked over at Mia.
“Not really. Probably going to enjoy the day off, maybe do a little exploring,” she replied as she looked over at him. “What about you?”
“Probably the same. Just glad to have a day off,” he said as he leaned back against the wall.
“Have you ever been here before? I wasn’t sure what there was to do,” she said as the elevator doors opened.
“Yeah, I’ve been here a couple of times. If you want, I think the guys were thinking about doing some exploring. You guys are more than welcome to join us,” he offered, holding the door to the elevator open for her to step out.
“That would be great,” Mia said as she wheeled her luggage out of the elevator and Noah followed behind her.
The key card said 342. Mia walked down the hallway and heard Travis as he walked towards them from the opposite direction.
“You guys took the elevator and we got here at the same time,” Travis said out of breath.
“What did you do, run up the stairs?” Mia inquired as she stopped at room 342.
“Pretty much,” Travis said as he got his key card out.
“Travis, I was just telling Mia. The guys and I were planning on doing some sightseeing around the city. You guys are more than welcome to join us,” Noah said as Mia opened the door to her room.
“That sounds fun. What time do you guys want to go?” Travis asked as Mia leaned back against the door and looked at the both of them.
“How about 30 minutes? Is that good for you guys?” Noah asked as he looked at Travis and then Mia.
“Yeah, that works for me,” Mia replied with a smile.
During the 30 minutes, Mia took a quick shower, blow-dried her hair, put some light makeup on, and changed into a pair of jean shorts and a cropped graphic tee. She slipped into her vans just as there was a knock at her door.
“Coming!” she yelled as she grabbed her crossbody bag and sunglasses from the bed.
The moment she opened the door, she saw Noah standing there. He had changed into one of the Bad Omens band tees and a pair of black shorts.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked as he looked over at her.
“Yeah,” she answered as she stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. “Are Travis and Alex ready?”
“Yeah, they already headed down to the lobby with the other guys,” he said as they walked over to the elevator.
Once Mia and Noah met up with the rest of the group, they headed out of the hotel together to start the sightseeing.
After about an hour of walking around, the crew decided to head into Beth’s Burger Bar to get some lunch. Mia sat down by the window while Noah sat down across from her. The rest of the crew sat down while they started to order their drinks.
“I’ll just have water,” Mia requested as she looked at the waitress.
The rest of the crew, besides Noah, ended up ordering beer. Mia started to look over her menu as she decided on what to get to eat. The waitress came over and set the drinks down for each person. The moment the waitress set Travis’s beer down, Mia glanced at it and then looked back down at her menu.
“Hey,” she said to Travis. “Can you…umm…maybe move your beer over to the other side?” she quietly said.
“Oh, yeah,” Travis said as he moved the beer away from her and Noah glanced up at her. “Sorry, Mia. I didn’t even think.”
“It’s okay,” she reassured him.
When Mia felt eyes on her, she looked around and saw that Noah was looking at her. She gave him a small smile and turned to look at the menu.
Everyone got their food and started to talk amongst themselves about different things. Mainly about how the tour had gone so far and what to expect with the next couple of shows.
“Dude, that confetti was way too much the other night,” Noah said as he shook his head.
“Yeah, you almost choked on it when you were singing,” Alex mentioned before finishing off his beer.
“That confetti is everywhere by the time the show is over. I found some in my backpack the other day. Not sure how it got there,” Travis mentioned and Mia let out a slight chuckle. “Did you put it there?”
“Maybe,” Mia said with a guilty look and put a french fry in her mouth.
Once everyone was stuffed, they headed out of the restaurant. As they continued to walk, they ended up making their way to a nearby beach. Mia sat down on the sand, taking her shoes off. Noah took a seat beside her as the rest of the guys headed toward the water.
“Mia! Come on!” Travis shouted as he turned back to look at her.
“No, I’m good,” she shouted as she shook her head and laughed. “They’re crazy.”
They both sat there for a couple of minutes before Noah decided to break the silence between them.
“So, I couldn’t help but notice, and if you don’t feel comfortable discussing it, it’s fine,” Noah started to say. “Back at the restaurant…”
“I used to have a problem with alcohol,” Mia immediately confessed as she looked out at the ocean. “A couple of years ago, I was going through a lot of stress and depression. My family, they were causing my mental health to decline. I always felt like I was never good enough for them. No matter what I did, it was never good enough,” she added as Noah continued to listen. “As I continued to go through the depression, I was using alcohol more and more. I was drinking pretty much every night and was picking alcohol that was higher in alcohol content, basically to numb me,” she explained as she looked over at Noah and he nodded his head before she continued. “This continued for almost a year until I felt I had reached my breaking point. I reached my point when I woke up and didn’t remember what I had said or done the night before. I didn’t realize it until Travis and Alex explained it to me and then that’s when I realized that I needed to stop. They told me ‘You did this and you said that’, but I couldn’t remember doing it. It wasn’t worth it anymore and once I became sober, I felt like a completely different person. I realized that I didn’t need alcohol just because I was upset or stressed out,” she finished explaining. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on you,” she apologized as she shook her head and looked at him.
“No, don’t apologize,” Noah said as he continued to look at her. “I know how it feels to go through something like that. I went through a rough point in my life and did things that I wasn’t proud of due to the alcohol that I was drinking. I ended up quitting a few months ago,” he confessed and Mia looked at him. “I know how rough life can be and at the time, alcohol just seemed to be the way to go. Honestly, I don’t miss it. I feel much healthier now and through therapy, I have found other ways to deal with my life when I am going through a rough time.
“I had thought about doing therapy but never did. I find it easier to talk to people that I know instead of a stranger. Alex and Travis have been there for me through a lot,” she mentioned as she watched the two guys splash water at each other. “They are pretty much the brothers that I never had.”
“Well, we can be there for each other. If you ever need to talk or anything, you have my number. You can call or text whenever you need to,” he recommended.
“I appreciate that, Noah. Thank you,” Mia whispered with a small smile.
“No problem. I know it can get a little tough while being on the road. Fame and fandom can both be difficult at times. It will be good for us to have each other to lean on when we need it,” Noah added.
Mia and Noah both smiled at each other. Noah stood up and held out his hand to Mia. She took it and he helped her stand up. The two of them walked down closer to the water and laughed as their bandmates messed around with each other.
Once everyone decided they were ready to head back to the hotel, they all started to walk. By the time they got back to the hotel, Mia went to head inside, but she heard a guy shout her name. She looked over to see a man standing there with a smile spread wide on his face.
“Do you mind if I get a picture with you?” the man questioned nervously as he held up his phone.
“Sure,” Mia exclaimed with a smile and walked towards him.
Noah walked over and the man handed the phone to him. He took the phone and Mia stood next to the guy. She took a picture with him.
“Are you planning on coming to the show tomorrow night?” Mia asked after Noah handed the phone back to the guy.
“Yes and I bought VIP, so I will be able to take another picture with you,” the man said with a smile and Mia smiled back.
“Alright, well in that case, I will see you tomorrow,” she smiled with a small wave.
She walked away from the guy and Noah held the door open for her.
“Thanks for today,” Mia said as they walked down the hotel hallway together. “I totally needed it.”
“Same here. Glad that we had a chance to hang out,” Noah expressed as they reached their hotel room doors.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mia chimed as she unlocked her door.
“Have a good night,” Noah smiled as he glanced back at her.
She pushed her door open and smiled at Noah before she closed the door. She was glad to have someone like Noah in her life.
The next day before heading to the venue, Mia rushed to gather everything she needed into her backpack for tonight's show.
There was a quick knock on the door followed by a loud, “MIA! LET’S GO!” She recognized it as Alex’s voice. She groaned, she slept in today and was running very late.
“I’m coming I swear,” she screamed through the door, zipping up her backpack, grabbing her phone and purse before running to the door. She whipped it open to reveal Alex and Travis impatiently waiting for her.
“Sorry guys,” Mia muttered as they all power-walked to the elevator. She huffed as the elevator door opened and they were power-walking again, this time to the bus that was taking them to the venue.
By the time they got there, they were late for soundcheck. They all ran to the stage, tossing their things to the side of the stage, and grabbed their instruments, plugging them in.
“Tsk tsk, you guys are late,” Devon groaned into the mic in the sound booth.
“I’m sorry, I’m out of it today,” Mia confessed into the mic. Before anyone could say anything, Alex tapped his drumsticks together, timing out the beginning of their set, and started to play. Everyone quickly started the song.
Before the show, there was the usual VIP event. Both bands were in their designated areas across from each other.
After a bunch of pictures and conversations with the VIP fans, someone came up who was familiar. He introduced himself as William.
“Hi, Mia!” William exclaimed, “We met yesterday at your hotel. We took a picture together.”
“William, I remember! How are you? Are you excited for the show?” Mia questioned with a smile across her face.
“I can’t wait to see you guys play again,” William confessed.
“Again?” Mia screeched loudly. Alex and Travis were wrapping up with some of the other VIP fans before their attention was ripped to Mia’s outburst.
“Yeah! I’m trying to go to as many shows as you guys have on this tour! So far I’ve been to three shows! Each one is so good!” William revealed.
“No shit! Three shows?” Travis blurted out as he and Alex came over to hear this conversation.
“It’s been so fun. This is the first time I got VIP tickets though. Should we take the picture?” William asked Ultraviolet.
“Of course!” Mia exclaimed as the four of them reassembled into a line with their arms around each other. They all smiled as the camera guy counted down from three.
“Can I get a hug from you guys?” William shyly questioned.
“Totally can dude!” Alex said before patting William on the back.
After getting hugs from everyone, William wished them a great show and disappeared into the crowd.
“Dude, that’s crazy! Going to as many shows on our tour? We have a loyal fan!” Alex whispered excitedly to Travis and Mia before they continued the meet and greet.
After Ultraviolet played their set, they ran off stage and Mia bumped into Noah.
“Great set! You killed it!” Noah smiled down at her as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Thank you,” Mia blushed as they completed their handshake before Noah bounced onto the stage. Mia watched him leave longer than normal.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump, “Sorry,” Travis smirked before disappearing.
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Jenny I've got some ideas that popped up in my head while I was fighting for my dear life in German class😔
1. When little leclerc is with Ollie in England spending time with his family, she LOVES and adores his siblings and will help them with their homework, projects, really anything ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
2. Gzd and Lily hanging out behind Alex's and when he finds out he's like "Are you cheating on me 😨😨😨" and Lily's like "With pleasure 😻"
3. Arthur and Little Leclerc decided to play UNO, it was a screaming match…
4. Gzd making fan pages for the drivers, principals, wags, etc. And she makes bomb edits on Capcut with all the random templates that she sees on TikTok
5. You know the video that Charles and Carlos did where Charles showed Carlos Monaco, and while he's talking about something he sees his sister and he's like "Where are you going 🤨"
6. Gzd deffo has an album with so many pictures of her f3, and f2 years so whenever she has the chance to show it to someone she takes it
7. When y/n and Ollie were watching a movie and you know they got close, Arthur couldn't stand it so he squished himself between the 2 of them and y/n's like "This is why I love Carla more than you"
8. Gzd gets along with everyone's parents, when she met (for example) Yuki's mama, she asked for some recipes and tips for her skin 😭
Anyways sorry for ranting but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore 💔💔💔💔💔
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hi, lovely! sorry it took me a while to answer this one, long asks sometimes make me overwhelmed lol but I love them 💗🫶🏻
1. TOO ADORABLE !! imagine one of his siblings doing french and she just does the homework for them 🥹
2. “I’m afraid to tell you Albon that you’re the other man.”
3. I don’t even wanna get into that… any game they play never ends well
4. SHE DEF USES CAPCUT TEMPLATES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but like for fun
5. THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO CUTE !! like imagine them stopping at a red light and charles just going “hey, that’s my sister! Y/N! What are you doing here? Am I embarrassing you?” and carlos just laughing at them 😭😭🙃
6. AAAAH I CANT 😭😭 “look how cute I was! yes, that’s lando. I know, he’s always looked like that.”
7. he would def do that and smile so hard while doing it as well
8. she flirts with everyone’s parents and they just take it as her being extra polite 😭😭😭😭😘😘
I LOVE ALL OF THEM !!! 💗💗💗 thank you so much for sharing them with me! 🙃
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8 & 17 for the fic writer asks 🌟
sorry it took me so long to answer yours T-T something happened and now it's 4 days some time later. you know how it is. anyway thank you!! I did want to take some time to answer the second one properly.
questions here
8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…
tough question to answer because when do I ever leave anything I've written for more than a few months before feeling compelled to continue writing. I'm going to cheat slightly and say there are two things I'd love to continue:
One is the RP I did with @corpocyborg which I'm having trouble finding right now (why am I such a terrible tagger) where Valentine and Valerie did a gig together. It was just such a blast playing them off each other and they made a surprisingly great team. Hard to find a canon where they can both really shine but gosh. That was so much fun.
The second is also OC-related, the stuff I've written with Valentine and @another-corpo-rat 's Victoria Crane. Those two's dynamic is so funny I don't know what they are but it's toxic af. I wrote some smut about the two of them and now I've been thinking about what that meeting over coffee is like afterwards. (I've been watching a lot of killing eve)
Collabs are fun! I love getting the chance to reverse engineer what makes other people's OCs tick and then try to faithfully recreate them in a story.
17. talk about your writing and editing process
I think I answered this one once but I forget and I'm just going to wing it!
I'll be honest I haven't really figured out "plotting" in an advanced way, and am sticking within shouting distance of canon on the longfic, and have fleeting fits of reason which I don't plot longterm at all because it's kind of a cool-down mess-around kind of fic I add stuff to when it sounds fun.
I guess I'll start with considering the shape of what I'm writing –> what the boundaries are, if that makes sense? rough length, and I do mean *rough* like: <1k, 2-10k, nope we're going to have multiple chapters.
Then I take consider the chapter I want to write, as in: what do I want to accomplish? where do I need to go? taking for example indicators of compromise, my objectives are:
textually establish that Alex has a trained eye for detail and analysis
show the rapport (even if it's uneasy) that she has with Reed and how well she knows him
introduce their opinions on Valentine
Then from there the process is basically:
Think of ways to accomplish objectives in the chapter that sound like fun.
Write them down in *some* way, if it's a wip snippet of a scene, [describing what's going on in brackets] or just a barebones script dialog with no description.
Repeat steps 1-2 as many times as needed to get the raw material for the scene that feels fun and satisfying. This may take a fair amount of time.
Finish Draft 0 - where all the scenes are interconnected, and the text written (even if badly), with no remaining [placeholders] or highlights.
Edit. Edit. Edit. Read pieces aloud. Find a rhythm. Edit. Despair. Edit. Despair. Rest.
Optional Beta Step
Publish.
D'oh.
Republish.
#answered asks#ask game#sorry this took so long T-T#you asked such a fun question I wanted to plan out a smart answer but then I...didn't do that lol#we'll settle for a 'not stupid' answer :P
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after the angsty one, could I please have 21. Sitting on the other’s lap, being hugged from behind to make everyone (???) feel happier? Thanks ❤️
hi i'm SO SORRY this took like forever but!! here you go :)
21. Sitting on the other’s lap, being hugged from behind
Max stumbles over to the couch in the private VIP area where the others are sitting, wondering if that last gin and tonic had maybe been a bit of a bad idea. The club music is pounding in his ear, and the world has started to spin a little bit.
When he gets closer he catches Daniel’s voice first, loudly and excitedly telling a story to Lando and Alex, who are doubled over in laughter. George is watching them with an amused look on his face, as Pierre sits next to him, typing away on his phone. Max has no idea where the rest has gone off too.
Charles is there, though, sitting in the corner of the couch, scanning the room, and lighting up when he spots Max, making grabby hands for him. Max indulges him and flops down into his lap. Charles immediately wraps his arms around his waist to steady him, and Max leans back a little so he can press a soft kiss to Charles’s lips. “What do you say,” he mumbles into the small space between them. “Time to go home soon? That last G&T is kicking my ass.”
Charles hums, “Yeah, let me just finish my drink and we’ll leave.”
Satisfied with that answer Max straightens up again, turning to see what Daniel was talking about that had Lando and Alex cracking up so much, when he finds the entire group looking at them with wide eyes. “Uh,” Max says. “What’s up?”
“What’s up? Really, Max?!” Daniel exclaims at the same time as Lando voices, a little confused, “Don’t you two like, hate each other?”
“Hate? Where did you get that idea?” Charles asks, leaning up a little so he can peak over Max’s shoulder. There’s a frown on his face. “Why would I hate Max? We’re dating? I thought you knew that.”
Based on the absolute hell that breaks loose, Max is pretty sure their friends did not, in fact, know that.
“How long?” George asks, while Alex just mutters ‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,’ next to him. Pierre is frowning. “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, while Daniel yells, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”
“We thought it was obvious?” Charles looks genuinely confused, and Max kind of shares the sentiment. They’ve never said it out loud, but they’ve been pretty obvious about it.
Or so he thought.
Lando dejectedly stares at the ceiling. “Everything I’ve ever known is a lie.” Alex nods solemnly next to him.
Max snorts. “It’s not that serious, guys. But if you really want to know, we started dating during the winter break-“
“That was six months ago!”
“And we’ve just been taking it one day at a time. We didn’t want to keep this from you or whatever. We honestly thought you knew. We weren’t exactly subtle or anything.”
“It makes sense, actually,” George says, nodding a little. “I mean, I hadn’t noticed, but it makes sense. Congrats.”
“Thanks George,” Charles says, over Max’s shoulder, and knocks back the last sip of his drink. “All right, and with that bombshell, I think it’s time to head out, come on, babe.” He lies the ‘babe’ on extra thick, and Max laughs as his friends make disgusted noises at them.
He gets up, and turns around to drag Charles up off the couch with him, and then with one last wave, they head to the exit, leaving the rest of the group behind completely stunned.
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