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astorytotellyourfriends · 2 years

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you’re my ex but i think i still have feelings for you + lalex or lukebobby pleaseee

Stop staring stop staring he's going to see you staring and he's gonna think you're insane just stop staring oh my god

Alex doesn't actually stop staring until Luke does look his way, at which point he quickly looks down at the table between them and prays that Luke isn't noticing the fact that his face is definitely turning red.

This all could've been avoided if Alex had just stayed home tonight like he wanted to. He could've been tucked in his bed with a nice book or something, but instead he's in this shitty little diner with his traitorous friends which just happens to include his not-ex.

He can't really call Luke an ex because they went on one date when they were sixteen and had one kiss that was more awkward than anything else because Alex had no idea what he was doing anyway and he's pretty sure Luke decided he wasn't gay after that. Or at least, that's what Alex thinks. He can't be sure because it's been almost a year since that date and truthfully, his friendship with Luke never really recovered.

They used to talk about everything but now they never hang out alone. Alex barely sees Luke at all anymore outside of times like these, when he's coerced into big group outings. He'd be fine with not seeing Luke if he didn't still want to see him all the time.

And he'd probably be fine with actually seeing Luke if his chest didn't ache every time he looked at him. It's not like Alex meant to fall in love with his best friend - if this even is love at all. He's pretty sure love isn't supposed to make you feel like you're going to be sick 24/7. If that's all love really is then he doesn't get why everybody's so obsessed with falling in love. It's awful.

But it's fine. He can get through tonight and then he'll be off the hook for at least two weeks, maybe three if he can come up with some good excuses that will put Reggie off from begging him to join them. Reggie means well, he really does, but Alex also can't help but feel like sometimes he's using his obliviousness for evil.

Not that Reggie's evil. Reggie couldn't even hurt a fly. But it does help Alex say no to him more often than he would otherwise. Reggie's puppy dog stare is a powerful thing.

When Alex finally gathers the nerve to look up again, he catches Luke looking at him. Somehow that's even worse than being caught staring, and Alex suddenly decides that he can't be here. He needs to get far, far away from Luke.

"B-Bathroom," he grunts as he scrambles to get up from the table, not caring one bit if it seems like he's about to vomit everywhere or something even more embarrassing. He just needs to put as much space between himself and Luke Patterson as he can.

He bursts into the men's room and quickly shuts himself up in one of the stalls, pressing his back to the wall and covering his face with his hands. Now that he's alone, he can breathe. He can pull himself back together and go back out there with renewed control.

Just… not yet. Maybe in five minutes.

The door to the men's room creaks open and Alex sucks in a sharp breath, holding it as someone walks across the floor and the door shuts behind them.

"Alex?"

Oh god, no. Alex shuts his eyes and shakes his head. This is not fucking happening.

"Alex?" Luke says again as he taps on the stall door. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Alex replies, cringing as his voice cracks. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Alex drags his fingers down his face and sighs heavily. "Yeah," he says, though it's not convincing whatsoever. "I'm sure."

"Okay."

Alex waits, his heartbeat echoing in his ears alongside the sound of Luke's feet shuffling back across the floor. He hears the door open and shut again, and then there's nothing but silence in the bathroom.

He gives himself another thirty seconds before he lets himself open the stall door, planning to splash some water on his face before he goes back out to face Luke and everyone else at the table.

To Alex's surprise, he's not alone in the men's room. He stumbles backwards, his back hitting the corner of the stall he just came out of, and Luke lunges to help steady him.

"Sorry!" he says, holding tightly to Alex's wrist. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"What are you--" Alex pulls his arm back, "--doing?"

"I just…" Luke frowns as he lets out a deep sigh. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"I didn't mean to… I never wanted… You just…" Luke groans loudly and steps back from Alex, grabbing his hair as he sighs sharply. "This is so not going how I wanted it to."

"How you wanted… what?"

Luke's mouth twists as he scuffs his foot against the floor, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he gives Alex a nervously hopeful look.

"I wanted to ask… for a do-over."

"A… do-over."

"Yeah," Luke sighs again. "I know I screwed up our date, and I just--"

"It's been a year."

"Alex--"

"A year, Luke." Alex's voice rises. "A year of you barely talking to me, barely even looking at me."

"I'm sorry! I got scared, and--"

"And what? I'm supposed to forgive you--"

"Alex, please." Luke moves closer to him. "I'm not asking you to forgive me right away. I just want a chance to make it up to you."

"I…" Alex's voice trembles as he looks away, wishing he could hold onto the anger that was coursing through him a minute ago. It shouldn't matter so much that this is what he's been dreaming of happening for months now. It was supposed to stay a dream, not actually happen. He doesn't know how he's supposed to actually deal with this.

"Please," Luke whispers. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"Yeah, well." Alex swallows hard and scoffs a little. "You did."

"I know." Luke sniffles as he steps backwards. "And if you… if you wanna hate me, then it's okay. I deserve it."

Alex's shoulders slump as Luke stares down at the floor. He can see that Luke's shaking all over, that he's trying not to cry. It's not the first time he's ever seen Luke like this, though it's been a while.

He doesn't want to shut Luke out, he never wanted to. Maybe he should listen to him. He doesn't have to give him another chance right away, but maybe they could work up to it. At the very least, Alex can maybe let himself hope he could get his best friend back.

"Wait," he says as Luke moves to open the door.

Luke looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and full of tears.

"Okay," Alex manages to say.

"Okay?"

"You can try and make it up to me."

"Really?" Luke laughs wetly, a couple tears falling onto his cheeks. Alex's mouth twitches with a smile and he nods, trying not to show how affected he is by the hopeful look on Luke's face.

If this doesn't work out this time, Alex is pretty sure it'll destroy him.

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#lalex #alex x luke #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #justine writes shit #answered #dirtycandi

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cuthian · 2 years

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ASOYCH progress rapport

So, I don't know if there's anyone actually still waiting for it, but the epilogue for ASOYCH is about 7k long so far, and I only have two (long-ish) scenes left to write ☺️

For your patience, have a sneak peek:

“Alright,” Alex chuckled, stepping closer again. “Let’s go. I wanna see everyone too.”

Reggie bounced closer, nerves bubbling in his stomach as he curled his fingers around Alex’s, tugging Luke along with him. His boyfriend went along easily, plastering himself against Reggie’s back again even as Alex reached for Willie with his free hand. It wasn’t really necessary for them to hold hands while they poofed somewhere, but after everything, Reggie had a feeling he wasn’t the only one who needed the reassurance of physical contact.

And if he was, he was lucky enough to have a set of—potential—boyfriends that loved him enough to go along with his need to be very clingy with all of them for a while. “Let’s go home,” Luke whispered, and Willie smiled a soft, unfairly attractive smile at him and Reggie was so gone on all of these boys it wasn’t even funny anymore.

#asoych #jatp #jatp fic #ot4 #alexreggielukewillie #lalex #willex #williereggie #ralex

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steddiesrobin · 2 years

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it’s the way that with my jatp oneshots on wattpad i wrote a two part lulex backstory (of them getting together) and then just never wrote anything else. so slay of me tbh.

#lulex #lalex #julie and the phantoms #jatp #alex mercer #luke patterson

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mac-lilly · 4 months

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Troy? Gabriella? Never heard of these two. Luke and Alex it is.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp cast #jatp #it's so stupid - i love it #the lalex breakup song

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geonbaeeee · 3 months

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“I love you in every universe. Yes, I do.” 💕

book!firstprince x movie!firstprince 🫶🏼

#my art #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #prince henry rwrb #digital art #rwrb fanart #rwrb movie #rwrb book #prince henry fox mountchristen windsor #meta #book!firstprince #movie!firstprince #crossover #book!lalex gloating how movie!alex is taller than henry 🤣#book!firstprince watching movie!firstprince catch up with the narrative #book!firstprince are married your honor #double proposal truthers

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squishiefelix · 8 months

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do you ever just think about how alex died with his parents thinking he was dating luke?

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #luke patterson #sorry guys they're literally all that's on my mind lately #i'm a sucker for ex-boyfriends lalex #it's not my fault luke has chemistry with everyone

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 26 days

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I saw "be reasonable and don't ask for 1k" and felt targeted. Maybe i am the problem.

400 words for the Horror Boggie👻

Better late than never, right?

Unfortunately, it keeps happening. Reggie and Luke pick out some of the scariest movies in the rental stack and Reggie wakes up screaming. It only takes a handful of times before Bobby puts his foot down, refusing to play any horror movies rated higher than PG, much to Luke and Reggie’s chagrin.

Try as he may, Reggie’s pleading looks just aren’t that effective on thirteen year old Bobby. A thirteen year old Bobby who isn’t fond of his sleep being disturbed on a good day.

It takes a few years for Bobby’s resolve to start crumbling…

“Bobby, c’mon man. We’re not thirteen anymore! I promise I can handle it!” Reggie pleads, desperately wanting to watch the recently released movie that nobody at school can stop talking about.

Luke drapes his arm around Reggie’s shoulder, painting his face with a pout that matches Reggie’s, “Yeah, Bobs. We’re not kids anymore. Stop being such a funsucker.”

Bobby glares at Luke, “I am NOT a funsucker.”

Luke purses his lips doubtfully, “Mmmm, you kinda are.”

“Reggie doesn’t need to be more traumatized.”

Reggie squeaks, “I am NOT traumatized.”

Bobby stares at him as Luke ruffles Reggie’s hair.

Reggie turns to glare at Luke before directing his attention back to Bobby. He puts on his most pathetic puppy dog face, fluttering his eyelashes dramatically and clasping his hands under his chin. He and Luke have always known the power their faces hold and regularly use it to their advantage but Reggie’s only recently realized how effective it can be with Bobby. That realization is also accompanied with exploring how far he can take it.

Bobby sighs, “Fine. One time, we can try. But just once.”

Reggie whoops gleefully.

They settle into their usual spots, which haven’t changed in the last two years, as Bobby sets up his brand new DVD player with the rental.

Much like when they were thirteen, Reggie and Luke still hide behind Alex and Bobby at the scariest parts. Much like when they were thirteen, Bobby teases Luke about it mercilessly. Much like when they were thirteen, Bobby and Alex share exasperated, though no less amused, looks over the antics of the other boys. Unlike when they were thirteen, these looks now seem to be accompanied by a little more pink on their cheeks than either of them will ever be willing to admit to.

Unfortunately, much like when they were thirteen, the boys are awoken by Reggie deep in the throes of his most recent nightmare.

Send me a number and I'll write that many words for a WIP

#thank you!#answered ask #ask game #wip ask game #nobody writes #boggie #and background lalex probably

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caihongs · 8 months

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been reading a lot of landoscar these days and i tested the loscar waters as well… and somehow this led to 1.6k words of alex/logan. not sure if i can get myself to write the rest but i thought it was good enough to post on here :’))

They’re in the car and Lando is still riding his podium high, the glow on his cheeks not just from the champagne but the adrenaline and pride running through him like currents of electricity. He turns to Alex after taking an inordinate number of selfies, hat tipped up so that he can look at him in the eye.

“Man, I can’t wait to see Oscar tonight,” he says, languishing in whatever the hell tonight means with a serene smile.

“Whatever do you mean?” Alex asks, voice high and quiet as they trundle out from from the circuit, driving slow so they can still wave to fans.

“Well… I’m sure we’re going to have fun tonight. That’s all.” He says it, staring at Alex like he’s supposed to just get it. Lifting his bushy eyebrows and making big, suggestive eyes at Alex.

“Okay mate,” Alex replies curtly, almost upset that he doesn’t know what Lando is insinuating, preferring to stare out the window than entertain him. Lando leans in closer and Alex is privy to the sight of his pores and scruffy facial hair.

“Haven’t you… you know. With Logan.” Alex’s eyes naturally grow three times in size. The chatter up the front between Jon and Patrick has blurred into white noise.

“Haven’t I what with Logan?” he whisper-shouts and a large wrinkle forms in between Lando’s eyebrows as he surveys Alex’s expression.

“Oh… I just thought—hmm, never mind.” It’s the nonchalance that Lando has, unintentional or not, that contributes to the rising anxiety that climbs up Alex’s throat. It probably is intentional, knowing Lando and his uncanny ability to make you feel uncomfortable in a split second. Alex has known him since they were kids and has been the victim to this many times before.

But this time it’s different.

What are Lando and Oscar engaging in that is so secret? Is it enriching his young teammate’s life? Providing him with the foundations to grow and develop as a young driver in his first year in F1? Has Alex failed Logan?

To: Lando

what are u playing at

Alex types in furiously before shooting a pointed glare at Lando. The text notification pings noisily and Lando checks his phone before staring back at Alex, an ambiguous expression drawing on his face.

Lando

r u sure u don’t kno what i’m talking abt

cmon alex you’ve had teammates b4

Alex doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean. There was Daniil, Max, Nicky, before Logan. All three of them shared virtually nothing in common—apart from a girlfriend, the same seat… semantics.

Alex

come out w it already

Lando gives him another unnerving look before he gestures with his hand to come closer. Alex warily leans in and Lando cups his hand around his ear.

“Didn’t Max you know… give you a blowy or something after your first podium?”

Alex blanches.

“No?! Wh—why would he?” Alex whispers back and Lando retreats, frowning at him.

“It’s a tradition Alex. Like… a vintage F1 thing I dunno. That’s what Carlos told me,” he says defensively and it’s Alex’s turn to frown at him.

Max had DNF’ed Tuscany. Asking for a blowjob from Max Verstappen after retiring a race would have been a death wish.

“So what, you just exchange… favours with your teammate after they podium?” There is so much to unpack here.

Daniil, Max, and Nicholas had all been seeing people when Alex was working with them. And even if they were and still wanted to seek out this… tradition, he was not nearly close enough with them to be comfortable giving them any sort of pleasure or engage in homewrecking behaviour. Daniil had a girlfriend at the time, who despite everything, ended up with Max in the time that Alex had been both of their teammates. Even if they did want something, he knows he wouldn’t have been their first choice. It would have been Pierre or Daniel or virtually anyone but him.

And well… Nicky was Nicky. Thinking back, he liked Nicholas enough to maybe give him a handy after Japan, but he retired that race and wanted to rot in his room with Lily rather than get anywhere near his teammate’s dick.

Plus, Lando has enough podiums to warrant that kind of thing. Alex drags the FW45 into points and he would never want Logan to serve him like some kind of dog. He’s already struggling with the car and the pressure as is. Propositioning his twenty-two-year-old teammate also feels illegal.

And after all that, Logan would probably want to make out with Oscar more than Alex.

“Yeah well it’s not like a rule but y’know. They call it team bonding,” Lando says with a slimy grin that Alex wants to peel off his face like a visor tear-off.

“You’re an idiot.”

Jon’s ears perk up at the sound of Alex berating Lando.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing!” Lando squeaks out like a school boy just caught flipping through a dirty magazine and Alex properly claps him over his bucket hat.

Once they get off and go back to their hotels, Lando just holds onto Alex’s wrist and sends him a message with those hazel eyes that get Lando just about anything in life. The message doesn’t get through because Alex does not want to ask or do anything about this topic or revisit it any time soon. He pats Lando on the back before scuttling off to the elevator.

After a shower, Alex is left to his own devices. Against his own will, he’s reminded of Lando and Oscar somewhere in this hotel and then vivid images of them—

He rubs his eyes and presses his forehead against the glass of the desk in his room.

Logan is not a bad looker. He’s attractive, in fact. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and with a weirdly sonorous voice. He’s blatantly American, what with his selection of favourite movies and idiosyncratic language, which Alex has taken time getting used to since they first met. But it’s not a complete turn-off. They get along well both in and out of the car—Logan, green and zealous despite his normal, relaxed disposition and Alex more than willing to teach him the ropes. He also laughs at whatever Alex says but isn’t afraid to call him out when he’s talking rubbish. Alex’s loose lips usually get him in trouble but what Logan says when the cameras aren’t around makes him wonder what else he does when Alex isn’t around either.

Lily’s never been into white guys but she agrees when he calls her, unable to stew in his own thoughts any longer, that Logan is in fact, not bad.

‘Not bad’ is her way of making Alex feel better when the person at hand is not exactly her type—tanned, big eyes, funny… Alex could go on but Lily’s taste veers off into unknown territory past those three traits. She’d found Lando’s ex cute and Yuki sweet, so he’s not sure where the Venn Diagram would be drawn between those two.

“If you want babe… you could just ask him.”

“Hmm?” is Alex’s intelligent response. They’re sunbaking on a boat in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and Alex is both sun-fatigued and exhausted after Lily had wrangled him below the deck before lunch. This is what twenty-seven does to you.

“If he’s interested.”

“In what?”

“Were you even listening to me?”

Alex looks down at her and immediately locks eyes with her shiny lips, then the sunscreen streak on her cheek that she missed. Lily pokes him in the cheek with a roll of her eyes.

“I meant Logan. I dunno, maybe the next GP will bring you guys something good… then you can broach the—” she gestures vaguely at his crotch and Alex groans. The downforce required at Zandvoort is nigh impossible for their car but he still wants—

He wants to ask. Which is terrifying.

Logan’s been having a hell of a summer break as well. He’s not missed the Instagram posts of him and his mates, who more or less kind of look like him, hanging out by the pools and doing whatever it is young people do but Alex digresses. Maybe he’ll be well-rested and ready to tackle the second half of the season. Maybe he won’t be entirely creeped out by Alex wanting to touch his dick.

Whether he gets his dick wet or he’s the one with his hands down Logan’s pants… that’s something they can iron out.

Lily just laughs at his look of confusion and disbelief morphing into latent realisation. She knows him better than he knows himself sometimes and it’s strange to think that she’s okay with this. If she ever wanted to do something with someone else, Alex doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle it as gracefully as she did. As she does. He’d always want her to be happy and fulfilled, and knows that she’d always come back to him, but putting that into words is difficult for him without coming off insecure or doubtful. He doesn’t know if he could truly be uncertain of her when she’s been by him, through sickness and health and near-death, bar the shiny rock. They’re not quite wanting that yet.

So if he sucks off Logan Sergeant come next GP, he’ll do her proud.

“You’re thinking too much right now Alex Albon.” He furrows his eyebrows at her and swipes away at her sunscreen.

“Sue me for thinking very hard about this.”

“Oh I’m sure you are.”

She cackles when he turns around and scoops her up. Alex is twenty-seven but he still has a little fight in him.

#alex/logan #logan/alex #alogan? lalex?#lando fucking alex’s shit up mentally #caihongs #f1 fic #lolex

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