#ok shut the hell up alex

[busdriver]

Nathan Young (Misfits, 2009) and Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy, 2019) parallels:

● Immortality ● Bowling alley escape ● Death by impalement ● Rooftop speech/death ● Daddy issues ● Dead brother’s ghost

#imagining s1 klaus and luther having the ‘you’d screw your own sister for a slice of cheese’ conversation #I was gonna make something nice out of this but I lost the motivation whilst gathering screen caps #also I know we all like to say tHeY’rE bAsIcAlLy ThE sAmE cHaRaCtEr but I just wanna add that they’re REALLY NOT #they’re quite different personality-wise and klaus is much more nuanced and interesting #ok shut the hell up alex #misfits #misfits tv #the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 spoilers #nathan young #klaus hargreeves #robert sheehan #blood tw #death tw

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

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yourusername i kinda like it here. ⛳️

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

yourusername me ofc

charles_leclerc ❤️

user73 relationship goals

user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

Y/N’S iMESSAGE

“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

gigihadid Can’t wait to see you this weekend!

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user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

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landonorris: *chandler bing’s voice* can I BE any more obvious? charles_leclerc: just stop watching friends, i beg you

maxverstappen1 has replied to your story

maxverstappen1: Uh, so that’s why you wouldn’t travel with me. Interesting. charles_leclerc: can i use air max for the next race? 🥺

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pierregasly: you guys make me sick charles_leclerc: Y/N says to shut up pierregasly: 🤮🤮🤮

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yourusername: i like this soft launch/hard launch thing charles_leclerc: i bet you like me more yourusername: debatable charles_leclerc: i can make you change your mind 😏

TWITTER — JUN 28, 2023

TWITTER — JUN 30, 2023

TWITTER — JUL 02, 2023

ALEX’S iMESAGGE

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @1655clean. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen. @littlehoneyfreak. @paintedbypoetry. @thatoneembarrasingmoment.

note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱ #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 grid x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc blurb

[zvdvdlvr]

being on team 141 and being one of the youngest people in the team HCs [p.02]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢. ✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 141, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺: 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓

back at it again, its another fatherless rapscallion😭

100% believe you and soap call people bestie if you dont like them

ex: "soap come hither, i have tea on bestie chloe" and he comes barreling down the hall to hear the tea

lmfao speaking of soap

SOAP=WHINY MAN BABY

this man whines when you give him the silent treatment fo sheezy 💯

ghost thinks its really funny when soap watches you with a '☹' face evrry time you ignore him

gaz always knows everything because you know everything so you tell him its hilarious asf

anyways

you and gaz always be talkin about topher fr

(i dont have the of so an edit will do:)

HELLA INSIDE JOKES

price is highkey tired of your humor

"is there anything you need?" price "other than a father/mother? nope. thanks, tho" you *insert gaz laughing from the other room*, distressed price leaved the room, clutching at his sussy goofy wacky little hat

if you are fluent in spanish i strongly believe ghost will be scared of you

as i have been trading my spanish for german, i wont put anything else involving spanish, thanks 😍🙏

screaming judas in tge shower

ghost yelling at you to shut up

soap joining to annoy his babygorl

gaz humming along because lady gaga is goddess

price needing to leave the room

l m f a o

ok so like what if you're really good at card games, savvy?

you and 141 are laying low in a safehouse somewhere

soap finds a deck of cards, and everyone plays and/or watches

anyway you suggest playing manipulation

price immediately agrees, he hasnt played in a while but still thinks he could beat everyonr

ghost joins in, but gaz watches

what if you sat in his lap

no sorry my bad im in love

anyway

the first, like, three rounds everyones drawing like five cards

and price somehow ends up with two cards while everyones drawing cards

hes getting cocky, thinking that he'll go out first because of his amount of cards

HOWEVER

he had an ace

so that was virtually impossible to get rid of lmfao

anyhow,

price had on his poker face, and surprisingly, so did you

no one could tell you were able to get rid of the five cards in your hand only in the eighth round

bada bing bada boom you served the team their ass when you quickly arranged your cards into their appropriate piles

and then you look at everyone's flabberghasted expression

price is 😯🙁ing so hard

not only did price lose, he lost to one of the youngest people on the team

ghost is a sore loser tbh

"fuckin' hell, reaper. the hell you learn to play like that?" ghost "around" you shrug

price thinks about that all the time tbh

LETS TALK ABOUT THE TIME 141 FIRST SAW YOU SMOKING

after a somewhat rough mission, you go MIA

everyones worried; you generally let someone know whenever you go somewhere

but its hour 4 of you being gone and price is worried

you did this when the whole situation with alex went down, so price has limited experience with your MIA bouts

highkey feels bad he can't protect you emotionally :(

it was well below sun down when price found you

poor captain almost had a stroke when you saw you

you were outside sitting cross legged facing the direction which the sun had set, indicating you'd been there for a while

you had a lighter in your hand, lighting up cigarette number unknown

"what are you doing, kid?"

you had heard him coming so you didnt jump or anything you just shrugged

"do you want to talk about it?"

a mocking laugh fell from your lips, spewing out with smoke "nah."

price was at a loss. you had never acted like this before- cold and sharp

he moved to sit by you though </3

soon ghost trailed out, wondering where price was

an inky black mass caught his eye

but as he was making his way over, he saw a cigarette get smushed into the ground and a knew one being pulled from a pack

price didn't smoke cigarettes, he smoked cigars, so who would that be?

but then ghost heard your voice and an exhale and you had the cigarette

ghost: 😯

"hell's goin' on out here?" ghost grumbled, sitting on the other side of u, eyes widening at the amount of boxes at ur side

price answered when you didnt "getting some air"

ghost blinked at the cigarette hanging from your lips. okay

the guys tried to get you to talk but couldn't get anything out of you but a scoff or two

even when ghost offered to let you sleep in his room you said no :(((

after that you gathered your shit and left for the base leaving ghost and price concerned </3

whoa who broke my heart i sure am angsty today 😟💯

you didnt get any sleep that night btw

on another note

MOVIE NIGHTS WITH THE GUYS BUT GAZ INSISTS INSTEAD OF YOU

obviously he goes to you first

"hey y/n" :))) "do you wanna" :)))))) "watch a movie" :))))))))) "with us?" :))))))))))))

i'll be damned if you say no. 😐🔪

so you said yes 😍❤

he smiled so big </33

went to soap next

then pulled up the movie

with everyone ( minus ghost ), price couldn't say no 🙃

ghost pulled up, ffs 🤯

gaz chose either a horror movie or a horror movie

so you watched a horror movie 😁

gaz was probably clinging to you the whole time

so was soap probably

ghost was somewhat interested, but price fell asleep

his goofy snore is so loud bro im not even playing 🤧😭😭

if you have migraines you best believe everyone has midol/typenol for you

never ibuprofen tho bc after a mission if you had a headache, 141 might think you possibly had/have a brain bleed and wouldn't give you ibuprofen bc thats a blood thinner and could start another bleed

you and gaz have playlists for everyone

you both follow each other on EVERYTHING

if you were too poor (like me HDJSNEHDJEUZ) gaz would let you and only you on his netflix acc ❤

im sorry im a gazlvr

will probably edit later tbh

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

@shadylilac

🤍

#jules writes 📓 🖊 #jules writes 📓🖊 #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #female reader #male reader #cod #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod x you #cod mw #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price #john price x reader #john mactavish x you #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mctavish #john mctavish #fluff #angst #call of duty #kyle garrick x you #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle garrick x female reader

[stargazing-imagines]

Invisible — Conrad fisher x Fem!Reader *part two*

Description: after the events that took place, you keep your distance from everyone, even from Conrad and the gang

Warnings: family disown, cuss word or two, if there’s anything else, let me know

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: no *send them in!!*

( read part one here!! )

It was the next day and you were in your room watching titanic and snacking on some junk food that you sneaked to your room, after what happened you decided to stay away from everyone that you know.

You’re phone kept ringing as you stared at the ceiling, ignoring the call.

“She’s not answering her phone.” Said Conrad as he looked down at his phone, with belly, Jeremiah and Steven by his side

“That’s weird she was over yesterday.” Said belly as she leaned on the island eat a snack “I’ll go over and see what’s going on.”

“I’ll come with you.” Said Jeremiah as he volunteered to go with belly, lately things have been heating up for belly and Jeremiah to the point where they are together all the time

“Ok but please text me.” Said Conrad “I’m worried about her.”

“Don’t worry, we will.” Said Jeremiah as he gestured belly to follow him

You finally decided to go downstairs, ignoring your grandmother in the process. You we’re currently with your watching huggy wuggy once again

“Can we please watch something else?” You asked your cousin as you held your hand out for the remote

“Please?” Asked your other cousin who looked at you “I can’t stand another huggy wuggy.” As he covered his ears

“Shut up Alex!” Said Aiden as he looked at his brother “oh and grandma says your not allowed to watch anything because your grounded.”

You rolled your eyes before staring at the television, then you heard a doorbell

“Y/n please get the door, I’m busy with Kelly!” Shouted your grandmother as her voice rang through the house

You rolled your eyes again before opening the door, when you opened the door you were greeted by your two friends

Belly, and Jeremiah.

“Thank goodness, we thought you have died!” Said belly as she came in and gave you a hug

“Grandma said no visitors!” Said Aiden as he pointed at your two friends, you walked closer to him pointing your finger

“Look I-“

“Y/n L/n!”

It was Kelly who witnessed the whole thing

“Why on earth would you shout at your cousin?!” Asked Kelly as she walked over to you

“Oh shut up Kelly.” You said “you made my life hell when you came here!”

“How?” Asked Kelly “all I did was try to include you in things.”

“Yeah right, you don’t even knowledge my existence.” You said as you crossed your arms “I can’t take this anymore, I’m going over to Conrad’s and there is nothing you can do about it.”

You walked out the door until your grandmother shouted

“If you walk out that door, you are not allowed back here.”

“Look, I know you are upset but you can’t just kick her out!” Defended belly “try being in her shoes for once, let’s go Jeremiah.” Said belly as she yanked Jeremiah by the arm, you stayed behind fighting tears from falling to your eyes. You looked up

“I’m sorry but I have to do this.” You whispered

Then you walked out

“Oh my gosh y/n!” Said Conrad as he gave you a hug “I thought something happened to you.”

“I’m fine Connie, it’s just… I need to stay here for a while.”

“Why what happened?” Asked Conrad as he looked at both belly and Jeremiah

“They kicked her out…” said Jeremiah

After Conrad heard that he flinched his fist along with his jaw

“Look, you can stay as long as you would like my mom doesn’t mind.”

“She can stay in my room!” Said belly “Taylor’s not coming till another two weeks.”

“Thanks guys.” You said as you smiled

“Does it hurt?” Asked Conrad as he sat across from you on his bed as you held a bag of peas onto your cheek from the incident that happened, you smiled

“It didn’t even hurt.” You said as you gently pushed him

“Look, I don’t want you going back over there.” Said Conrad “I’m going to talk to my mother and see if you can stay with us.”

“Conrad I’m fine, there just upset that I didn’t follow their rules is all.”

“Yeah but family don’t go around hitting their kids.” Said Conrad as he stroked your cheek “it’s just, your precious to me and I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

You sighed before holding his hand in yours

“You won’t lose me…” you said “not now, not ever.”

He engulfed you in a hug, burying his head into the crook of your neck, you hugged back.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

——

The summer I turned pretty masterlist

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad x reader #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #tsitp conrad #tsitp imagine

[littlemissthunderstorms]

yours.

alex turner x reader

a friends to lovers series

———

your eyes wandered backstage, there was so much going on. tech crews wheeled carts around, people with clipboards and headsets paced the area, mumbling into their mics. there were so many people, yet you were only looking for one boy.

you’d been away from alex for a while. he was one of your bestest friends, always inviting you to their shows when you weren’t busy with work. you loved the atmosphere, completely in love with the music so you took any chance you could to see your friends in concert. this venue was huge, you were desperate to find him before the show started. scanning the area, you spotted one of the bands team members, quickly making your way over to him.

the man smiled at you, recognizing you from the countless shows you’d attended. “hey! need anything?” you nodded. “yes hi! would you happen to know where alex’s dressing room is?” you stood there nervously, hoping you weren’t getting in the way of the show setup.

the man knitted his eyebrows. “you’re his girlfriend right?” you blushed at the comment. “i- no just a good friend.” you smiled, in hopes that the man would show you the way. he nodded, gesturing for you to follow him. after leading you silently down a couple hallways, he scanned his keycard, unlocking a door that led to yet another hallway. you really hoped you weren’t being led to some obscure place to be brutally murdered.

“ok, the dressing rooms are down this way, i’ve gotta head back, have a good night.” you sighed, a bit winded from the walk. “thank you so much! sorry for the bother.” the man nodded and flashed you a rushed smile, mumbling something into his headset and then scurrying off.

you took a deep breath as you scanned the doors along the hallway. you weren’t sure why you were so nervous, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. a door sign reading MATT HELDERS caught your attention, eyes scanning to a door directly across the hall that read ALEX TURNER.

you nervously walked over to the door, hesitating before knocking lightly, you really hoped you weren’t bothering him. you knitted your eyebrows at the silence, hoping he was in there. a few moments later you heard shuffling on the other side of the door, followed by the twisting of the doorknob. the boys eyes widened and his mouth broke into a grin when he saw you. your heart fluttered and skipped a beat when he didn’t even hesitate to pull you into a tight hug. “y/n!! i’m so happy you made it!!”

you giggled as he picked you off your feet and twirled you around. your eyes widened when you got a good look at him. “alex!! your hair!!” the last time you saw him, his hair was shaggy and long-ish, cut shorter from his long hair he had a few years ago. now, the sides were gelled back, a messy quiff at the top. the boy laughed. “i know! ya’ like it?” he twirled, giving you a 360.

you nodded eagerly. “hell yeah!! you’re like a true rocker now.” he smiled at you, eyes twinkling. he seemed so genuinely happy that you were here, you noticed this, trying your best not to get all flustered. “anyway, i’m sorry if i’m getting in the way, i know the show starts soon i just missed ya’ and wanted to say hi.”

the boy shook his head. “no way, i’m so glad you’re here. i’ve gotta report backstage soon but you can walk with me.” he made his way over to his vanity, sliding on his silver rings. you were transfixed on his hands, unintentionally fantasizing about the different ways they could make that ache between your thighs go away, almost not catching the next thing he said. “i’m sure katies ecstatic to see you, she won’t shut up about how much she misses you watching backstage with her. we’ve all missed ya’.”

you smiled warmly, concerned at the way your heart still fluttered when he got closer to you. “god you have no idea how much i’ve missed everyone. i’ve just had so much work stuff come up, wish i could’ve been to more shows.” you fiddled with your own rings. “hey hey, you’re all good.” he shook his head, checking the time.

“okay, i need to be out there in like 20 minutes, wanna head out?” you nodded, waiting for him at the door. alex quickly grabbed what looked like a piece of paper but you couldn’t really tell from how fast he slipped it in his back pocket.

the whole time you two walked to the main backstage area, alex kept close to you, noticing how much he’d missed you, the smell of your perfume, the motorcycle boots you wore, all of it.

———

it was now 5 minutes until the boys were on, you were catching up with katie, telling her about all your work drama and what she missed when alex and jamie came up to you both. “hey, do you need anything?” alex turned to you. “no no, don’t worry about me.” the boy smiled and nodded, turning to talk to katie. you gave jamie a high five, wishing them a good show. sound tech rushed the two away, making sure their earpieces were working correctly and everything. when you turned back to katie, you noticed her slipping a piece of paper in her back pocket, similar to the one alex had earlier.

nevertheless, you thought nothing of it and redirected your attention to the stage as the boys picked up their instruments and the crown roared, the first notes of the view from the afternoon buzzing through the venue.

———

it was halfway through the show, it had been phenomenal so far, the atmosphere was electric and exciting. you realized how much you missed seeing them play, even if it had been only a couple months. once the last few notes of teddy picker echoed through the speakers, katie turned to you, looking a bit too giddy as she pulled the piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to you. “alex told me to give you this near the end of the show.” she squealed softly, making you raise your eyebrows.

you took the folded piece of paper as the first few notes of secret door started playing, one of your favorite songs by them. you looked at alex strumming his guitar onstage and then back at katie. “what’s this all about?” you rose your voice so she could hear you over the music. “honestly i’m not completely sure, but if it’s what i think it is, please just open it already!” she smiled in amusement, earning a confused look from you.

upon opening the paper, you realized it was a note alex had written, which he had dedicated to you at the top. katie stepped away, letting you read alone. you stopped yourself from looking at the whole thing, only letting yourself read one line at a time

To my best friend.

I’m trying to be poetic about this, because if i’m going to tell you the things i’m about to tell you in a note rather than face to face, it’s gotta be good. Maybe a poem would be cooler, but I just need to tell you what’s been on my mind.

I think i’ve loved you for a while, I know i’ve loved you for a while. You’re such a beautiful person, through and through, I know you struggle believing that sometimes, but I can’t doubt it for a second. I’ve truly fallen so deeply in love, I can’t even recognize myself sometimes. I really might be losing it.

Yours, Alex.

part 2. coming soon

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #humbug #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #suck it and see #tlsp #alex turner smut #spotify #friends to lovers

[hungriestheidi]

For the au headcannon game can you do young parents galex au ??

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

*waves hands* i really like this premise, i made myself cry thinking about a long winding plot involving it, but for now have whatever this ended up being!

George misses the tube for a split second. He stops dead in his tracks a few centimetres off the gap as the doors slam shut and the formation gets moving. He takes a glance at his watch, shaking his arm to push it from under his sweater. Ok, he still has twenty minutes. George takes a deep breath, buys a bottle of water on his way out of the station and prepares mentally to run a marathon across the city in the quickest time possible. 

Avoiding an old lady and a fruit stall, two cars almost run him over, he has to stop for a moment to take his breath, then keeps pushing past lines of people, cars and others forms of being yelling not so nice expletives at him when he makes contact with elbows, shoulders or bag. 

When he arrives, just six minutes past 1pm, George takes a deep breath and crouches by the school’s gates. He takes account of himself, backpack, watch, phone in the front pocket of his trousers, oyster card, hair stuck to his forehead, matted and gross, mouth dry and lungs burning like hell. Behind the gates, he spots the kind teacher with the floppy blonde hair and Abbi, sitting over her little backpack, probably crushing what remains of her lunch and her water bottle. 

“Hi daddy!” She yells as soon as she spots him. The lovingly crafted double ponytail George had painstakingly worked to get at even height is now sitting in perpendicular lines, one closer to her neck than to the top of her hair, and there is a little paint splat marking on the bottom of her uniform. Alright. Could be worse.

“Hi Abbi,” he says, exhaling through a smile as he gives the teacher an apologetic look and a short explanation of the hazardous run he did to reach her. 

They take their leave in the train just shy of 1:30pm, Abbi sitting on his lap as she tells the events of her morning in school. She’s turning seven in under a month and George feels exhausted but so gratified whenever he gets to see her beautiful smile, gap tooth and all, glow in the shitty light of the tube. 

“Is Alex going to make food?” Abbi asks, despite she having already had a meal, she had a bento box in her backpack, but it was only half eaten so George supposes it’s fair she’s hungry. 

“If you ask nicely, maybe,” he responds, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.

George started dating Alex when Abbi was nearly two years old. It was almost immediately clear that Alex felt an unparalleled fondness for the little girl, buying her clothes and toys, taking her by the hand when George had busy hands, taking her out of the house on days when George was stressing over work and life in general, trying to make ends meet. By the time she turned four they were living together under the same room in a small house not too far from the Seven Sisters tube station, Alex insisting his house was so boring and empty and George and Abbi could bring some life to it. 

Now there is a wall covered with portraits they have taken over the years, the markings of each of Abbi’s birthdays littering the lower part of the kitchen’s door frame, George spilled wine they haven’t quite managed to get off the carpet of the bedroom that one night Alex suggested they could tie the knot, a new shelf filled with George’s design books, Abbi’s bedtime stories, Alex’s spice collection in a small cupboard just shy of Abbi’s snacks and George’s gym supplements. 

George puts Abbi on top of his shoulders the moment they make it out of the station. The sky is a bit grey, but what’s new in London? Out across the street, he spots a familiar face, with a puffy winter jacket and a lollipop. 

“Alex!” Abbi screams, so loud it makes George’s drums cry out in pain.

Alex waves at them and crosses the street, picking Abbi off George’s shoulders and giving her a big, crushing bear hug that makes the little girl shriek and laugh. When he puts her down, holding her little hand ever so tightly, he leans over to George.

“Rough day at the office, I reckon?”

And, yeah, George looks a bit of a mess, sweaty and smelly. 

“Sort of,” he says, sighing dramatically. Alex puts a hand on his sticky face, leans in close and presses their lips together in the lightest but no less filled with sentiment of kisses. 

“I made some grilled pork, maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

George smiles. Yeah, that’ll do it.

#anonyme #fic asks #galex #i really think i could go insane and write like a good long fic about this #but first the other fic needs to get done lol

[attempt-at-fanfic]

That makes two of us

The sun was coming through the curtains putting a calming light in the room. It however woke up Alex who was none to impressed by it. She stirred awake, the sun annoying her, she turned over and made refuge in the neck of the pilot next to her. Jake was still deep asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist. Alex lay still listening to him breathing and watching his gorgeous face. His face was calm and void of all the arrogance and anxiety it was normally filled with. It was nice seeing him so calm and at peace. He was so beautiful in moments like this.

As if he could sense her watching him, Jake gentle stirred awake. Is eyes still closed he mumbled “Stop staring at me, creep.” She smiled “Not my fault my boyfriend is very pretty.” His eyes opened and Alex got to see the beautiful pools of green and blue. She turned on to her stomach, his arm wrapping tighter around her. She leaned down to him kissing him softly. This was her favourite moments. It was Jake’s too, even though he would ever admit that he enjoy these moments more than the intimate events the night previous that lead up to it. They enjoyed these simple moments together when they could, as their job rarely allowed them.

He then flipped them both over, trapping her under him with his arms at either side of her head, lips still interlocked. He pulled back and looked at her, she looked so beautiful. He then began kissing her neck, trailing along her collar bone up to her ear and along her jaw. He pecked her lips before moving down to her breasts that were begging for attention. He sucked, licked and kissed at them until he got bored and began to move downwards.

Alex was loving every moment of this. She usually did with him. He was the only man she had been with that could make her feel so good so easily. She was in the moment not paying attention to anything other than Jake burying his face in her pussy. She didn’t even hear the sound of her front door opening and slamming shut. Neither of them even heard the sound of Bradley calling for Alex. Not until he was on the stairs did she hear him.

“Fuck, Bradley.” Jake stopped, “Excuse me.” She rolled her eyes “No, Bradley’s here. Fuck. I forgot I said I’d get breakfast with him and dad.” She pushed Jake off her. “Shit” he whisper-yelled. He jumped up desperately trying to getting his underwear and jeans on. Alex had managed to grab a top and pair of jeans to pull on, only to be hit with realisation they left Jakes shirt downstairs. She looked at Jake who seemed to have the same quick realisation after he shoved his jeans on.

“Hey, Alex! Who’s your new male sleepover guest! Better hope Mav knows who he is or he’ll be finding out real soon!” Bradley yelled laughing to himself. He reached the door and, deciding to embarrass her further, he dramatically threw open the door. Only to be meet with Alex dressed and “HANGMAN!” Standing shirtless and with unbuttoned jeans. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Rooster yelled. Alex ushered him outside the room closing the door. Rooster protesting and looking pissed at Jake.

“HANGMAN, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” He yelled at her. “Bradley Bradshaw will you keep your voice down.” She scolded him. “Oh you’re right I’m so sorry for shocking you with upset.” He sarcastically replied. She glared at him. “You’re not dating him.” He said shaking his head. “You can’t.” “Well it’s too late” she replied angrily. Rooster sighed. “But why him?” He complained “Hangman’s the worst.

“Hey!” Yelled Jake from behind the door. Alex rolled your eyes. “How long?” He asked. “6 months” she said avoiding his gaze. “6 MONTHS, I MEAN!!…WHAT!…HAVE YOU TOLD MAV.” “Keep your voice down! And no I haven’t.” She glared at him “And it’s going to stay that why.”

“Fine!” Rooster rolled his eyes. “But you could do so much better.” “No I can’t. I like Jake, just deal with that.” She smirked. He huffed “Fine, I’m not ok with this but I’m not gonna argue cause you’re a stubborn bitch.” She smiled at this. “Good, now go wait outside I’ll be down in a minute.” Rooster walked away. “Fine but if it’s longer than a minute then I’m calling Mav and telling!” She rolled her eyes again. “Man child” she mumbled to herself.

The bedroom door opened to a very shirtless and very attractive Jake. “So no quickie before I go.” He smirked. She sighed at him “No you horny bastard.” She leaned against him “But Rooster isn’t amazing at keeping secrets so we might have to tell my dad.” Jake sighed and then leaned in and kissed her deeply. She fell into him as the kiss got more passionate, before hearing the horn of Bradleys truck, informing them that their minute was up. Alex reluctantly pulled away sighing “I’ll be back later, but I’ll text you.”. He smiled “Ill wait here for you, all alone, in you’re bed…possibly naked.” He smirked. “Damn you Jacob.” She whispered before peaking his lips and walking out. He watched her go, smiling to himself.

“That was three minutes.” Rooster said to her as she got in the car. “Yes and tell me Bradley what we could possible do in three minutes.” She said matter of fact. “Hey, I don’t wanna assume shit.” He said. She laughed then turned to him “All seriousness Bradley. He makes me really happy. I really like him.” Rooster sighed and turned her and smiled. “Good. He better or I’ll kill him. I mean it he hurts you at all I’ll-“ “I know you’ll kill him. He knows to that’s why we haven’t you or dad.” She irrupted with. He smiled and backed out of the car park. “Does explain Bagmans behaviour.” He said. “How do you mean?” She questioned. “Well, looking back I feel like an idiot. He was down bad for you the whole time and I didn’t even notice.”

She smilies “That makes two of us.”

#jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin x mitchell!reader #jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin x OC #hangman x oc #hangman x reader

[kourtniwritesagain]

All Downhill From Here

A/N: For @nhasablogg because she’s sad, and I can’t have that. 

Alex has never attempted to concentrate harder than he is right now. Henry is currently making his way along Alex’s neck with his lips. There’s tongue and teeth as well. With each passing stroke of lips, teeth, and tongue, Alex loses his composure more and more. Alex worries that Henry is noticing. Alex’s body is tense and he’s twitching his hands. Alex can also feel his heels digging into the bed (which happened to be Henry’s bed, his actual bed in his actual room in Buckingham fucking Palace). Alex tries to control his reactions, but it's hard. It's always hard to control himself whenever Henry is involved.

"Everything ok?" Henry asks. "You're…moving more than usual."

"S'fine. Everything's fine." Alex replies, wincing at how high-pitched his voice is. 

Henry resumes his tortuous path down his neck. 

"F-fuhuck." Alex moans. Because while it tickles like hell, Henry's attention to his neck is also so damn hot. It's not Alex's fault that his body is so damn confused.

Alex can feel Henry grin against his skin. Henry is no longer torturing him with lips, tongue, and teeth. 

"What's wrong, Alexander?" Henry all but breathes the words into Alex's neck. 

Fucker. 

"N-Nothing!" Alex is trying his absolute hardest to keep from scrunching his shoulders up to his chin. 

"You sure? You're awfully tense." 

Every. Damn. Word. Is. Torture.

"Ihihi'm fihiNE!" It comes out as a squeal and while Alex knows he's done for, there's no damn way he's going down without a fight. 

Henry sits up, straddling Alex's hips. He's grinning like a loon.

"You're ticklish."

"No I'm not."

Henry cocks his head to the side. "You sure about that?"

Alex nods. "Positive. You're the ticklish one, not me." Alex, because he has no damn self-preservation apparently, tweaks Henry's hips. It gets Henry to laugh and bend forward, his head hitting Alex's chest. 

"So I can continue my earlier ministrations?" Henry asks, already slotting his face into the crook of Alex's neck. 

"'Ministrations'? Good lawd, dude, you sound like you're straight up from the 1800s. So fucking British."

"Mmm. Yes, I'm quite British. And you're quite ticklish." Henry breathes against Alex's skin. 

Goosebumps erupt all over Alex's body. Alex can feel them from his forehead to his toes. 

"I'm nohot! I swear!" Alex denies. Again, he's not going down without a fight. 

But neither is Henry. 

Henry starts whispering against Alex's neck, moving his head slowly along Alex's collarbone. Alex can only make out some things: "too ticklish for your own good" and "this doesn't bother you?" and "that's a sensitive spot, eh?" Alex blushes at the last one. He can't help it. 

Henry looks up and grins. "You're blushing, sweetheart." 

"No I'm nohohot!" Alex giggles. Fucking giggles. 

"Oh, but you are." Henry says. "You're blushing because it tickles…because you're ticklish"

Alex shakes his head. 

"You're so sensitive along your neck. I bet I could simply brush my nose lightly across your pulse point and those goosebumps from earlier will appear again. Shall we try it?"

Alex knows he's blushing harder now. Henry teasing him is almost too much. And Alex will die before he ever admits he's enjoying every single second of this, but he'll also die if Henry doesn't shut the fuck up and continues. 

Henry's ghosting his lips up Alex's neck once again, but he moves up and up until he's right underneath Alex's ear. Alex whines out a laugh, gripping the bed sheets to keep from knocking Henry away from him. 

"Hen-Henry!" Alex yelps when Henry nibbles at Alex's ear. It fucking tickles!

"Yes?"

Alex can't help but reach up and grab at Henry's arms. He's not stopping the prince, though. If anything, he's just holding on. Henry takes that as an invitation to bring his fingers into the mix. Henry sits up, smirking down at the flushed mess Alex is sure he is, and flutters his fingers all over Alex's collarbones and neck. 

"You dihihick!" Alex fights a bit now, tightening his hold on Henry's arms. 

"Are you going to admit you're ticklish yet?" 

"Never!" Alex laughs when Henry hits that sensitive spot below his ears. Alex can feel the goosebumps again. Each swipe of Henry's stupidly long fingers brings ticklish electricity to shoot through Alex's body. Alex can feel it in other places besides just his neck. It's wholly overwhelming. 

"Alehex, you're ridiculous! You're squirming and blushing and clearly ticklish! Just admit it!" Henry laughs. 

Alex shakes his head. He's no longer hiding his laughter. Although, it's more giggling than outright laughing. He's making high-pitched noises, which only manages to make him more flustered. 

And Henry won't shut the fuck up! 

"That spot by your ear is good, yeah?"

"Oh, now that was a nice sound. Let's make it again, shall we?

"You blush so prettily. Makes me wonder where else I can touch you to elicit the same response."

And on and on it goes, until Alex finally breaks. 

"Okahahay! Ok! You wihin!" Alex is starting to truly fight back now. He's kicking his feet, he's swatting at Henry's hands, he's scrunching his shoulders…

"Are you going to say you're my ticklish little suitor?" Henry asks, eyes alight with mischief. 

"Fuhuck that!" Alex laughs. 

"I'm not stopping until you say that." Henry doubles his efforts. He's abandoned Alex's neck for his ribs and hips now. 

And apparently neck tickles makes Alex a million times more ticklish because he has never shrieked that loud before in his life from being tickled! And June used to get him good when they were younger! 

"You ahahahass!" 

"Say it." Henry sing-songs.

"You're nohohot even thahahat much taller thahahan meeee!" 

"I've got at least five inches on you."

"Four!" Alex cries out, thoroughly offended. 

"Admit you're my ticklish little suitor!" Henry narrows his eyes, leans his head into Alex's neck, and proceeds to tickle his neck with his lips while his hands continue tickling Alex's ribs.

Alex is gone. He's out. He's done. Alex let's out true belly laughter now. He's exhausted at this point, though, and he knows he's defeated. 

"I-I'm your t-ticklish ahahaverage heheheight suitor!" 

Henry begins laughing at that, and he blessedly stops tickling Alex. 

Alex sinks into the bed, panting. 

"You're adorable." Henry plants a kiss on Alex's nose. 

"Fuhuck off." Alex replies, but there's no real heat to it. 

"I can't believe I'm just now finding out you're ticklish. You've been holding out on me." Henry leans down on an elbow, stretching himself out along Alex's side.

"Revenge will be swift and without mercy." Alex tells him. 

Henry's eyes grow wide for a second, but he quickly schools his features. 

"America and England are at war once again." Alex continues. "And America, like last time, will kick England's ass and win."

"Is that so?"

Alex nods. "Yes. It will be a sneak attack. You'll never see it coming. But not tonight because I'm pretty sure I'm about to fall asleep."

Henry laughs. "Of course."

"But it's coming!" Alex promises.

"I've no doubt, sweetheart."

#tickle fic #tickling #tickling fic #alex claremont diaz #henry mountchristen windsor #ticklish!alex #rwrb #rwrb fic #kourtni writes things

[h3apm3ch4n151m]

Meeting their child in the future except you're afraid/hateful of children Or you don't wanna have children in general lmao

I just had this idea bc I've read those "When twst boys meet their children from the future" except I'm trying to insert myself but I'm the kind of person who would not like to puke children, I'd be shocked as hell when I meet my future children knowing damn well I hate them. Basically, me inserting how I'd react in a way that it's so angsty LMAOOO

Dorm: Octavinelle Character: Floyd This is might be part 1, just ask if ya'll want a 2nd and 3rd part for Azul or Jade lol

Fluff with angst, with a side of crackfic MY FIRST EVER ANGST YAY Warnings: If you feel sensitive about topics of family/abuse and stuff, pls read with caution. Also children menaces. "------" Means can be either mama or papa lmao

Shoes quietly walk towards the door of the VIP room in Mostro Lounge. That was where you'd usually meet them. A surprise was what you were about to give them, however, a surprise is also awaiting you.

Floyd's route

Once you enter the room, you were met with an Azul who is slowly going insane, a smiling Jade by his side, and two people running around, more like Floyd and a kid.

"Oh, they're here." Azul slams his head on the table, great. Jade just calmly smiles at you, waiting for things to unfold. The two stop running and look at you with a huge grin.

"AAAHHH!!!" The child lounges at you with a big smile that you think it will rip apart his face. It was about to hug you, but you quickly avoided it. However, the kid was persistent and kept chasing you to hug you. "----- Are we playing tag?" The kid giggles, as well as Floyd who is watching the both of you.

Your face was scrunched up into... disgust? Like you were seeing someone being murdered in front of you.

"Who is this kid? Why is he calling me like that?" You turn to Floyd first, then the two who are watching. You were jolted backward when something latched onto you. "I caught you ----!" The kid was playful.

"What the hell kid, get off me." You state coldly as you pushed the kid off of you without a second thought. The kid moves back, completely off guard by what you've done. The kid was quite shaken, moving back with his hands to his chest while he looks at you with teary eyes and trembling lips.

"Shrimpy, that's not nice!" You look at Floyd who was approaching you and the kid. "Why? Is that your cousin?" You look back at notice the boy's features. He had Floyd's hair color though something else doesn't add up... You squint your eyes, but nothing clicks.

Just what is the meaning of this? Floyd picks up the kid and walks to you. "This is Alex!" "Oh, ok- "Our child"

wgat Floyb what do you mena chilf

nithign seemed righr, everything wa wrong.

"What, Floyd, have you gone insane?" You laugh. It started as a normal laugh until it died down into a concerned one. "What do you mean..." You narrow your eyes at him and the kid.

"Well, this happened at Alchemy class, we made a portal, then this dude came out of it. Prof said he'll be gone naturally, cuz he doesn't exist in this timeline."

"So he's from the future..."

"Yup"

"Okay, as long as that kid stays away from me, I'm fine with it." "But you're the other parent!" "Then I don't wanna take responsibility for it." You cross your arms.

Floyd stares at you, then looks at Alex, who he's carrying.

"Do you wanna go to -----?" He smiles. "Yes please, papa!" The two looks at you with a smile. Except Floyd has ill intent and the kid is pure joy.

"Oh no. Oh NO, YOU DON'T." You quickly move back, to behind one of the couches. You hold the armrest of the sofa. Floyd and the kid are on the opposite side.

Azul and Jade look at you with interest. "Oh? What is this, not willing to hold your child?" Azul asks with a smirk. "AZUL SHUT UP RIGHT NOW." You stare at the kid, concentrating on getting out of here without the kid.

"Shrimpy, this could be much easier if you take Alex." "HEEL NAH." Without warning, Floyd lounges to chase you, but your senses warned you of impending danger, so you move away to the other side of the sofa, but Floyd quickly changed directions. Now he was gaining on you.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" "NOT UNTIL YOU TAKE ALEX, SHRIMPY." "AAAAAAAAHHH" You didn't know what was scarier, Floyd chasing you or a child about to hog all your time.

"BANANA 😭😭😭😭" Out of desperation you just said some random words.

It was until you tripped, that both of them stopped running. "Hehehe" Floyd places Alex on top of you.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

----------

Everybody seemed to stare at you with weirded-out faces, no, not because of the child you're holding and an eel following you. It was because of the unusual scowl on your face that you rarely had. Ace and Deuce who went passed you didn't even say anything. Not Ace who usually would say something teasing about this exact scenario. But nothing. Nobody would really save you now, huh.

It was lucky how it was free time. So you went outside to get some fresh air. You sit down on a bench, ignoring the two.

"-----, I want a hug!" The kid opened his arms towards you and leaned in closer.

"No." As the kid leans in, you move away. But the kid doesn't seem to listen to you and hugs you by your shoulder.

"I SAID NO!" You harshly push him to Floyd who was sitting next to the kid. The kid tumbles back to Floyd, who grabbed him just in time.

You were clearly annoyed at this bratty child. While the child was clearly hurt, seeing how he wanted a hug from his parent.

"Oh, stop whining! I never asked for hugs when I was a child!" That was it. That's how Floyd knew. That was why you hated children in the first place. It was because you were never a child in the first place.

The kid started sniffling and covers his face. Floyd picked up the kid and shushed him, it was a... rare sight to see this.

Until the kid wandered off somewhere, running away.

"He'll be fine," Floyd said and looks at you. But you only rolled your eyes. "So, care to explain what ya did?"

"What?"

"C'mon Shrimpy, is that why you never liked it when I hug you?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"..."

"Well, I dunno what happened to ya, but even I wouldn't do that" He laughs, leaning on the bench.

"Well, the kid was being noisy, I don't like it." You lean on the bench too.

"Were you close with your parents, shrimpy?" He suddenly asks.

"Well, no- but-"

"Oh, so that's why."

"Hah?!"

"The kid, ya threw him when he was asking for a hug." He looks at you, side-eyed.

"..." You couldn't say anything. You just realized that. All of the things that you did, were a reflection of how your parents treated you.

You put your knees near your chest and cover your face, muffling your voice. "What have I done."

You've been such a jerk to a kid who wanted affection from their parent. Then you remember why you didn't want kids. It was because you thought; that you might pass down the lack of love and affection.

"I've been a jerk."

"Yah, you kinda did."

"Well thanks anyways."

"What happened between you and ya parents anyways?"

"Well... Whenever I wanted affection from my parents, they'd always push me aside, if I wanted a hug, they'd tell me it was too hot. If I kept doing it again and again, they'd say that I was too old for hugs." You've realized how much you lacked it. A family's affection.

"This wasn-" Floyd hugs you from the side, but you didn't hear him move towards you. "This is what you needed the most."

Floyd's hugs were usually tight, but this one... this one was comfort. The comfort you needed as a child. Reassurance.

Floyd heard soft sniffles from you, but nevertheless, he never stopped.

"Let's go... find that kid." You perk up and gave him a closed-eyed smile, with tears on the side of your face.

#h3apy crack writings 😊🔫💥 #h3apy writes😊🔫💥 #h3apy headcanons 😊🔫💥 #twst #twisted wonderland #Azul twst #Azul Ashengrotto #gn!reader #twst x reader #Jade twst #Jade Leech #Floyd #Floyd twst #Floyd x reader #Floyd leech #childhood trauma #octavinelle #vent #fanfic #h3apy angst 😩😔

[busdriver]

with jacob anderson gaining some popularity from interview with the vampire, i’m torn between “i hope this gets everyone to listen to his music, he deserves it” and “i hope not too many people discover his music so i can keep it to myself and it can be my special thing”

#(i’m not really that selfish pls listen to him) #but no one’s music is more important to me #the few songs he had out in 2014 got me through college #and then you’re a man now boy came out and it was EVERYTHING to me #and andy is one of the greatest albums ever #i connect with his music more than anyone else’s GOD i love him so much #ok this is getting a little parasocial #ok shut the hell up alex #jacob anderson #raleigh ritchie

[lovelytsunoda]

under the mistletoe // alexander albon

summary: alex has the perfect answer to his girlfriend's seasonal sadness: keeping things festive and decorating the entire house, with a little bit of help from the cats, of course!

pairing: alex albon x female reader ( grumpy x sunshine! )

warnings: *sparkles* seasonal depression *sparkles*, alex being the bestest boyfriend in the world, cats trying to play with christmas ornaments, bad mariah carey-oke, alex thinking he's doing a proper striptease but really he's just making a fool out of himself but he manages to be sexy anyways :), daddy used in a non-sexual content (because alex is being a cat dad)

author's note: seasonal affective disorder is a bitch. why must i be unreasonably sad when it gets cold outside, huh? anyways, i think my mood would greatly improve if i had an alex albon, and that is all for today.

the bed was empty when she woke up, alex's side of the sheets still warm as she rolled over, burrowing further under the festive throw blanket that alexander had gotten down from the closet the previous afternoon. she dreaded leaving her bed, for reasons that she couldn't explain.

she didn't even want to look out the window, knowing that all she would see was the sad, bleak excuse of a british winter. if she was lucky, it would be dry outside. if she wasn't, it would either be damp as hell, or the saddest snowfall she had ever seen.

she could hear alex moving around downstairs, and she could smell breakfast wafting up from the kitchen. still unable to bring herself to leave the warmth of her bed, she curled up in the remnants of her lover's body heat, cocooning herself in the festive blankets as she tried to have a few more moments of peace.

there was s oft knock at the bedroom door, followed by the telltale added weight of a cat plodding across the bed before horsey nuzzled in to her chest, alex following closely behind with a mug of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

"what's this for?" y/n asked, trying to sit up without disturbing the cat that seemed determined to make a home on her boobs.

alex sat down next to her on the bed, kissing her softly before he passed her the mug. "i know how you get when it gets cold, love. you've seemed. . .off, the past few days. i don't like seeing you like this."

she took a sip of the hot chocolate, just the perfect temperature. "thanks for being here, alex." she reached across horsey, who was mewling softly as he stretched his paws, still spread out across y/n's lap, so she could take alex's hand in hers. "sorry for bringing down the holiday spirit."

the williams driver shook his head, reaching to comb his lover's hair behind her ear. "darling, you're not ruining anything."

"i just know that you wanted to start getting all the christmas stuff out, and i'm not exactly in the mood to do that right now."

"that's okay, y/n. really. we don't have to do all of the decorating today, but i thought a little bit of festivity might help cheer you up a little. it worked last year, didn't it?"

she laughed, a small smile forming on her face. "what, you mean watching you and charles sing the justin bieber christmas album at george's holiday party? babes, that would put a smile on anybody's face."

"look at that, you're smiling already!" alex beamed, proud of himself for cheering up the light of his life, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. "breakfast is ready. i'll be downstaris when you're ready. take all the time that you need, love." he got up from the bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before silently slipping out of the bedroom and gently pulling the door shut behind him.

she stayed in bed for a few minutes longer, cuddling the cat in front of her and finishing off the hot chocolate alex had made her. the first winter that they had spent together, she had been a bitch because of her seasonal depression. alex was a little shocked at first, worried that he had done something wrong when his girlfriend was suddenly quieter, bags appearing under her eyes. and once he found out about her disorder, he had done piles of research into how best for both of them to cope with it together.

when alexander found out that chocolate released happiness hormones, he took it upon himself to make sure that y/n was given at least one hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate suace every morning before she went to work (against patrick's better judgement, of course, with the performance coach suggesting that alex's master plan might also have been a way for alex to smartly get around the diet plan that he was on for training reasons).

it was something they were both getting used to, the seasonal sadness hovering over the two of them with each holiday season. but they were learning how to work around it, to work together. at the beginning of the year, around january when the winter was a little harsher than normal, and it was a little darker outside, y/n had impulsively dyed the money piece in her hair deep red, an endeavor that she thought would keep the sunday scaries away for a little longer. a decision that ultimately resulted in alexander also changing his hair to match. they'd walked into the paddock in march with bright smiles and matching hairstyles.

last christmas, y/n found that keeping her attention focused on the holiday spirit had been a welcome respite from her usual seasonal funk. because how can you be sad when buddy the elf is on your tv screen? alex had been an angel, organizing regular holiday movie marathons, sometimes roping in the other divers and their girlfriends.

she's never laughed as hard as she had after watching lando norris' impression of bruce willis' 'die hard' character. not shockingly at all, lando also thinks that 'die hard' is a christmas movie, a fact that y/n wholly disagrees with.

she slowly got out of bed, trying not to disturb horsey. it was a futile task, with the cat jumping off the bed and following her as she made her way to the walk in closet. alex had the closet put in just for her, or so he had always claimed, but his clothes took up a little more of the closet than hers did. one wall was covered with a floor-to-ceiling mirror, polariods of the couple taped to the mirror's reflective surface.

she got dressed, lifting the cat into her arms and scratching him under the chin as she made her way downstairs, where alex was humming along to taylor swift's rendition of 'santa baby', unpacking a box of christmas decorations and trying to stop the two cats by his feet from playing with the balls on the end of the santa hats he was holding.

"these aren't toys, gucci." the brit insisted, pulling the velvet hat over his scalp, the ball at the end resting on his shoulder. the hat was royal blue, a gift from the team when they had filmed their secret santa video back in abu dhabi. "but doesn't daddy look great in it?"

y/n laughed, looking down at the cat in her arms. "i think that your dad should a) stop referring to himself as 'daddy', because it's just weird and neither of us are into that, and b) should stop referring to himself in the third person. again, just weird."

"you're no fun. you hear that, goose? your mother thinks i'm weird?"

they held their straight faces for a minute before they both burst out laughing, horsey pawing at y/n's arm as he begged to join goose and gucci on the floor.

some days, y/n thought that alex took the cat parent thing a little far, especially when he referred to himself as 'daddy', but she understood why. alex wanted a family one day, three little kids running around. but they were both still young, with so much life to live before kids even came into the conversation. right now, the plethora of cats owned by the albon siblings was enough. seriously, who needs twelve cats?

"i'm glad you came to join me." alex said, eyes full of nothing but love as he held his lover close, his warm hands a reassuring presence on her waist. "you're just in time to watch me set up the tree."

"oh sweet jesus." she laughed, resting her forehead against his. "that's a four person job, alex."

alexander knew what he was doing. he knew that he would struggle with the tree, and he knew it would be hilarious, because he could make just about anything in this world amusing.

and his only goal for the day was to make y/n smile.

"sit down and have breakfast, then put your feet up and watch the show." alex insisted, taking her hand and leading her to the table "oh, and i have something for you!"

he came back moments later with another santa hat in his hands, which he tossed at y/n. "come on, try and be a little festive today. for me?"

"you're lucky i think you're hot." she chuckled, shaking her head as she pulled on the hat. "are you absolutely certain that you don't need help with the tree?"

"i'm fine!" alex replied, opening the large box as the song on the radio changed over, a ditzy nineties pop cover of 'christmas wrapping'.

"is this the spice girls?"

"is it?"

"um yeah. you should know, you worked for ginger spice's husband for what, a season and a half?"

alex laughed, beginning to set up the large tree. it was seven feet tall, with lights pre installed. no ornaments were ever hung on the bottom of the tree, because last year the cats had decided to play netball with the jack skellington ornament and almost brought the whole tree down.

"i'm just messing, babe! of course i know it's the spice girls!"

she picked away at the pancakes and powdered sugar with nutella that alex had made, laughing at the driver's attempts to assemble the varying parts of the christmas tree. for every little struggle, or moment where the expanding tree branches hit him in the face, or the moments where it looked like the entire tree was going to come down on him, she offered to help, constantly getting shot down.

she appreciated that alex was attempting to do everything himself out of respect for her boundaries and not wanting to push her if she wasn't in the mood, but alexander albon had a way of cheering her up with the smallest of actions. like trying to put up the christmas tree.

"alex, stop trying to stop me from helping. you're going to trip over one of the cats." y/n laughed, getting up from the kitchen table to rush over and help alex with the top piece of the tree, standing on a chair to help him slide the piece into place.

she connected the wire for the lights together before stepping down and putting and arm around alex's waist, her head on his shoulder.

"the living room looks much better with the tree, doesn't it?"

alex kissed her forehead softly. "feeling better?"

"much. thank you." she turned her head slightly, pressing up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his soft, warm lips. "have you opened the ornament box yet?"

"i was waiting for you, love. ready to decorate?"

"more than ready."

they got to work, unwrapping ornaments and feeding christmas tree hooks through the loops at the top, starting their decorating spree at least halfway up the tree so that the cat's wouldn't have anything to play with that could wreck the tree. y/n was putting a scale model ornament of alex's 2022 williams car on the tree when a very familiar song began playing, coupled with alex's off-key singing.

"i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need."

when she trurned around, she couldn't stop herself from laughing at her boyfriend, who was using the star that adorned the top of the tree as a microphone.

"come on, darling! i know you knoe the words!"

"fat chance, alex. i don't sing, remember?" she laughs as goose and horsey meow in discontent before diving underneath the couch. "and it looks like the cats aren't big fans either."

"you know you love it." alex grinned, reaching for her hand as the chorus began to ring out.

"yeah, yeah i do." she grinned, singing along at a much quieter volume, a bright smile on her face.

alex beamed back. he was always so proud of himself when he made her smile. they were the living embodiment of the grumpy x sunshine trope that y/n adored so much, and he was more than happy to bring the sunshine into her life.

the tree was done, the maine's 'santa stole my girlfriend' playing softly as the duo played rock paper scissors to decide who got to put the star at the top of the tree. y/n won, alex securely clutching her waist as she stood on the kitchen chair to reach the top branches.

"babes, i'm fine." she chuckled, looking at the look of pure concentration that alex had on his face.

"nonsense. i'm supposed to look out for you, you know? alicia and my mother wouldn't be very happy with me if i let you fall off a chair trying to put the star on the tree."

she took a moment to grin before double checking that the star was on securely. "right, love, can you turn the lights on?"

alex flicked the tree lights on as y/n stepped off the chair, the entire room feeling a little more shiny and bright form the rainbow array of lights. the display even enticed all three cats back into the living room.

three cats who were promptly disappointed at the lack of ornaments they could play with.

"merry christmas, baby." alex said softly, kissing his girlfriend in the shadow of the tree. "i love you."

"alex, it is november."

"never too early to be festive!" alex insisted. "go sit on the couch, love. let me do something for you."

"oh god." y/n laughed to herself, making herself comfortable on the couch as one of the cats came to join her, curling into her side in a futile mission for body heat.

when alex came back, the top three buttons on his shirt had been undone, the flashing bluetooth speaker in his hand. he placed the speaker down on the table, music beginning to play as alex started to dance, swaying his hips and shoulders in a way that he thought was seductive.

he had watched hours of magic mike clips on youtube, as well as the sexy santa competition scene in bad moms christmas in preperation for this moment.

and the shitty dancing and gyrating and stripteasing was all worth it when he watched the way her face scunched up when she laughed, or the way that she glowed when she smiled.

"alex, baby, what the hell are you doing?" she managed to say through laughter.

"making my beautiful girlfriend smile." he laughed, taking off the santa hat and throwing it in her direction.

y/n just laughed, reaching to cover gucci's eyes, muttering something about how the poor cat didn't have to watch his dad embarrass himself like that.

"come on, it has to be at least a little bit sexy." alex insisted, extending his hand for y/n to take.

she took his larger hand in her smaller one, laughing as she allowed the driver to pull her off the couch so they could dance together.

a dance that ended with alex carrying her back upstairs over his shoulder in a cloud of giggles and laughter. the pair would not emerge from the bedroom for another hour and a half, time that the cats spent plotting the best way to get to the ornaments on the tree.

Tags: @daydreamingleclerc @magnummagnussen @flannel-cures @sidcrosbyspuck @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Ok so someone requested this. But I accidentally deleted it I'm sorry. But I remember what it was so here you go to thT lovely person!

HEY, DON'T CRY

Pairings: Brother!Eddie x Sister!reader

Summary: when you start your freshman year at Hawkins, you are overwhelmed by the stress and Eddie find you crying in your room and tries to comfort you.

Warnings: if you count dickhead and stupid as swear words.

You had only been going there for 4 weeks now, seen as though it's the beginning of the new year.

All your friends wanted to join the cheer squad and become apart of the popular group. So last week, when they held the auditions for cheer, you and all your friends went to it.

And they found out they made the team to day after, all of their names were printed on the paper on the big board, but yours.

They all tried to make you feel better. But the next day they just didn't talk to you, and when you tried to hang out with them, they laughed at your face. They were becoming them. They already are them.

Other than your friend issues. The work was bothering you.

Everything was harder and more frequent. You had already gotten 2 assignments to do and you didn't understand a damn thing.

You usually didn't struggle with school, you were a bit behind with Mathematics, you were above average in English and literature and were fine with everything else.

But now it feels as though you've never learnt a thing about anything. And it's making you overwhelmed. You told yourself to focus on nothing but school before you came here. You didn't want to have to repeat like your brother has 2 times.

And you have. You've just started going to study clubs after school on Thursdays and have done everything you can to do your best, you keep your notes nice and clean and organized, making it look nice so it's easy to read when you go over them. But you still don't understand anything and you can't help it.

So you stay in your room. Books and pens spread out on your bed as your curled up in a ball, crying. You had kept your door shut and tried to be as quiet as you could.

Living in such a small space for three people doesn't leave you with much, so you could hear almost everything.

But Wayne was out at the plant and Eddie was probably doing drugs or smoking outside, you didn't know, didn't care.

Eddie made sure on the first week of school to check up on you during lunch. He asked how you were doing and you just said you were fine, and it was fine up until now, but you were still partially lying to him then.

This guy, Alex, had came up to you earlier that day and told you that you looked bad and needed more makeup, he made fun of your clothes laughed at your body figure.

Eddie always told you stories about him and his group of friends. They seemed amazing and kind, unlike your friends that abandoned you.

To you, Eddie was amazing, you looked up to him and thought he was the strongest person you knew, even if he does bad things to his body, you still love him with everything you have, he was your brother after all.

You could barely breathe from all the tears and shakes of the body, you were starting to have a headache from all the crying.

If you weren't sobbing so loud, you probably could of heard your bedroom door slowly opening.

You started coughing from the loss of breath and tears falling in your mouth and Eddie noticed straight away.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm going to Hell-"

"Y/n?" He spoke softly, not wanting to alarm you.

You heard him and stopped any movement in your body, but you couldn't help but sniffle a couple times. You turned around onto your stomach and buried your face in your pillow, making it damp from the hot, tears

"Go away" you voice was muffled from being covered in a pillow, but he still heard and understood what you said. Although it was just him, he shut the door behind him before walking towards you carefully.

"Hey, don't cry. What's wrong?" He asked, talking a seat on your bed. He noticed the books and messy notes lying at the end of it.

"Nothing, go away" you muttered, he didn't. Eddie knew better than to believe that, and he knew you better.

"I'm not going away 'till we talk about it" he said getting comfortable on the bed. Leaning on the bed frame.

You knew he was only trying to make you feel better, but it felt like he was pressuring you to tell him, and you didn't need anything more.

"You have hellfire to go to" you stated

"I can call in sick, postpone, rain check, anything really, I'm not leaving you here alone, by yourself, crying like this" he shrugged

"Eddie I don't want to talk about it" you sobbed

"We don't have to" he said simply, crawling to sit beside you and picked up your weak frame. Making you lean against him for support. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed you back

"It's ok, there's no need to cry" he cooed in your ear.

Eddie usually isn't the best at comforting people, but right now, it meant everything to you, that he could help you and keep you safe from any harm.

You felt tired, weak and sore. You didn't want to move, and you didn't want him to leave.

After a moment he spoke up again

"Ready to talk about it?" He questioned lightly.

You simply shook your head and dug your head in his chest, feeling him pull away a bit to get more comfortable.

"Do you wanna know something?" He said and stroked your hair

"What" you whispered

"You know how I told you I'm kind of popular at school? How I'm the popular crowd and everything?" He quizzed.

Ever since he's been going there, he's told you all about how he has so much friends and that he's very popular and goes to all the parties.

You hummed in response, a little sniffle and sob came out of you and you were still crying, making his hellfire shirt a bit damp as you did

"I only said that said so you thought I was cool" he confessed.

He wanted you to look to him, think he was the coolest person in the school. But that just wasn't true, and he knew it, but what type of brother would he be if he didn't 'brag' about things, and he had nothing to really do that about.

"W-What?" You sniffled, moving your head up to look at him

"I'm not popular, I lied to you, I only go to parties and shit because they ask for drugs, then they kick me out and I just drive around for half an hour. I get bullied by the jocks and about everyone else" he announced to you with a straight, disappointed look on his face, not in you but in himself.

"Why?"

"Why did I lie? Because I wanted you to think I was cool and whatnot, why do I get bullied? Because I'm a freak who likes to play a fantasy game" he said

"Dnd? What's wrong with that game?" You loved that game, but Eddie said when you got to High school, to not play it anymore, he never gave a reason, all he said was

'Y/n, you can't play DnD when you're in high school. I mean it, don't'

And you obviously listened to him when he said that.

"The satanic panic, they say me and my friends are devil worshipers and do satanic ritual sacrifices when actually we just play" he explained to you, now you get it. He was protecting you, all he's ever done was try to protect you from the bullies and pain that he's going through. He's experiencing it so you don't.

You knew why he was telling you this, you knew he hated having to say this all to you, you knew why he was doing it.

"All my friends left me for the cheer squad 'cause I didn't get in" you started, he looked interested in what you had to say, and made sure to hug you while you confessed whatever was wrong

"You tried for the cheer squad?" Eddie asked

"They said I was too big" you sobbed, another tear dropping from your eye. He looked mad at that. He looked like he was about to kill somebody

You stopped him and explained everything else that happened, the bully, Alex and all the stressful school work.

"It's ok, it's ok to feel like shit sometimes. That Alex guy is a dickhead and doesn't know what he's talking about, and school is stupid" he smiled gently at you

"So stupid" you nodded your head along with him as you let out a little laugh.

"If it helps I can help you with your work" he suggested

"You've failed your senior year twice, I dont think you'd be able to do anything" you half-joked

"I can try" he spoke with confidence but still had insecurities written in his voice

"Thanks"

"I'm always here for you, ok. Next time you wanna cry, come to me. Or if you want to sit with me and the group you can, you are always welcome" he told you with a warm smile

"Thanks Eddie" you hugged him tighter and coughed slightly

"Yeah, Dustin, Lucas and Mike are in your year, talk to them. They'll let you sit with them in class, I can't promise they'll stop Alex but they'll definitely try to defend you"

"Love you, Eddie" you whispered as you shut your eyes.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #brother sister #eddie munson x shy!reader #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson st #platonic #siblings #imagines #eddie x reader

[batztrangem]

How You Met The Candyman

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader, cursing, mentioning of canon typical violence

Author’s Note: This is probably the best one shot out of all of my “how you met the slashers” series.

"You know what we should do?"

It was Friday night, and you and a couple of your friends had decided to have a sleepover at your house. You all were laid out in your living room. Blankets and sleeping bags were laid throughout the floor. Almost every pillow in the house was also in the living room, most of which were also on the floor.

You walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, adding to the multitude of snacks and drinks lined up on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You grabbed a pillow off the ground and plopped on the couch beside your friend, Alex.

"What should we do?" you asked.

"Yeah, what should we do besides watching this movie because it suuuucckks," your other friend, Emma, said. She was laying on the ground watching the TV.

"Let's play Bloody Mary," Alex said.

"Boo, no," Emma said from the floor.

"Why not?" Alex said, throwing up their hands.

"Maybe because it's for kids, and it's not real," you said.

"What about Candyman?" Alex suggested.

"What the hell is that?" Emma questioned, turning on her side from her spot on the floor.

"Yeah, I've never heard of that. Only Candyman I know is Willy Wonka," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh my gosh, are we going to summon Willy Wonka? Now that shit sounds scary," Emma said.

"No, man. You guys seriously haven't heard of Candyman?" Alex asked.

Both you and Emma shook your heads. Alex's shocked face quickly formed into a smirk as they reached for their phone.

"Whatcha doing?" Emma asked.

"I'm going to tell you guys the backstory of Candyman," Alex said as they typed away on their phone.

After a couple of minutes, it appeared that Alex had pulled up an article on the phone.

"Let's dim the lights. Make it a little spooky in here," Alex said.

"Yes, sir," you said jokingly as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the light switch and fiddled around with the knob to dim the lights. The switch was old and your family barely used it so turning it was a slow process. You looked up at the lights as you did so. Now the room was filled with more ambient lighting, similar to a movie theater as the lights would go down when a movie began.

"I thought we grew out of ghost stories a long time ago," you said as you sat back down.

"Who said this was a ghost story? This actually happened," Alex said.

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that. Let's hear it," Emma said as she sat up on the floor.

"In the 1800s there was a tragic death of a man by the name of Daniel Robitaille. He was a painter in Chicago. The legend told that Daniel was the son of a slave who became extremely wealthy after inventing a machine that mass-produced shoes during the American Civil War. Daniel grew up to become a well-known painter, most famous for capturing a person's status in portraits. Sometime around 1890, the young painter had been commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture the beauty of his daughter, a white virgin," Alex stated.

"This doesn't sound scary at all," you mumbled.

"Shut up and listen," Alex said, bringing the phone closer to their face.

"The painter's only real sin was falling in love with the girl in question with whom they were to have a child out of wedlock. Unfortunately, the girl's father had discovered their relationship and was left so outraged that he hired a lynch mob to find and kill the young painter. As the mob chased him down the streets of Chicago, they eventually overpowered him and sawed off his right hand with a rusty blade."

"What the fuck? That's messed up," Emma said.

Alex nodded and continued to read.

"Daniel's body was then smeared with honey from a local apiary, causing the bees to sting him to death and prompting the future generations of the neighborhood to call him Candyman," Alex said, sitting the phone down.

"Ok? That's seriously fucked up and tragic, but how is that scary to us," you questioned.

"Well, if you let me finish. I'll explain," Alex said.

You pretended to lock your mouth and throw away the key, indicating that you were listening.

"Legend has it that Candyman's vengeful spirit still lurks throughout Chicago. He'll also show up anywhere you summon him. It's a lot like Bloody Mary. Go in the bathroom, say his name five times in the mirror, and he shows up to kill you," Alex explained.

"May I speak now?" you asked.

"Yeah."

"Why would I do that? Why would I willingly summon someone who is going to kill me?" you said while laughing.

"For fun, (Y/N)! Have you ever done something just for the fun of it?" Alex said.

"Since when is willingly summoning ghosts fun?" Emma said from the floor.

"Yeah, what she said. I don't fuck around with that shit. Ninety percent of horror movies could be avoided if people would stop fucking with the supernatural," you said.

Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"Screw you guys," they said.

A few hours passed and your friends were down for the count. Alex and Emma were both fast asleep. You on the other hand was wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. You looked at the time.

It was a little past 3 and you weren't even tired. You were just bored. You sighed as you put your phone down and got up to go to the bathroom.

You turned on the light and were instantly met with your reflection in the large bathroom mirror. You may have not felt tired but you certainly looked it. You turned the water on and splashed your face a little. You looked back into the mirror, making eye contact with yourself.

You thought back on what Alex had said earlier. All of that stuff about Candyman.

You didn't believe in ghost stories for the most part, so why not? Nothing could possibly happen, right?

"Screw it," you mumbled, standing up straight.

Your reflection stared back at you.

"Candyman," you said.

You glanced around the bathroom and then back at the mirror.

"Candyman."

You then cracked the bathroom door open, making sure your voice hadn't woken your friends.

"Candyman."

You closed the door with your hand as your eyes stayed glued to the mirror.

"Candyman."

All of a sudden, you had goosebumps. The hair on your arms was standing up. It was such a strange feeling. The air seemed colder, and the bathroom seemed quieter.

"Candyman."

You gulped taking a look around the bathroom.

Nothing.

You looked back in the mirror.

Nothing.

It was just you staring back.

There was no mysterious man from the past without a hand.

"See," you said to yourself, "what did you expect?"

You turned to exit the bathroom but to your shock, the nob wouldn't turn.

"What the hell?"

You tried turning it again. It didn't even feel locked. It felt jammed as if it was glued in place. You tried wiggling it then turning again but it wouldn't budge.

"Hey, someone let me out of here!" you called out, slapping your hand on the door.

The lights began to flicker over the top of your head. You looked up, confused. That lightbulb was basically brand new.

You would admit that you were beginning to become panicked. You banged on the door again, trying to get the attention of your friends.

"Guys! I'm locked in! Please help!" you called out to no avail. They couldn't hear you and you had no idea why.

The flickering of the lights began to get worse and worse and your heart rate had begun to elevate. You could hear it pounding away in your chest, beating in your ears.

And in a blink of an eye, the lights were out.

It was pitch black.

And you were terrified.

"Guys! Let me out! This isn't funny!"

If being locked in wasn't scary enough, the dark was a sure-fire way to terrify you to your core.

"I am the writing on the wall, the sweet smell of blood. Be my victim," a powerful voice beamed down. It shook you, causing you to back up against the invisible source.

The light flickered again, causing you to see the figure looming over you. You weren't sure who it was but after what you just did, you had a good fucking idea.

He walked closer to you. The bathroom was small and you had nowhere to go.

Cold metal met the side of your face, gently sliding down to your chin. You realized it was a hook.

Despite the flickering lights, the closer he got the more you could see his face. For a supernatural vengeful spirit, he was handsome. In fact, he was so handsome that it calmed your nerves a bit.

"You're mine," he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. The light had stopped flickering and the door behind gave way, flinging open. You lost your balance and fell down on the ground.

"Damn it, I think I peed myself."

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 53

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Frank comes to your side when you call him to tell him what happened to Billy

Frank hadn't been asleep but about an hour or two when his phone started ringing. "Get it before it wakes Adi up!" He heard from Karen's side of the bed in a whisper. He grabbed the phone as he sat up not bothering to look at the number "Hello?" He was met with silence on the other end and started to hang up before he heard someone take a shuddering breath "Frank?" At the sound of your voice he was fully awake. Something was wrong. You sounded like you were in shock.

"Y/N?" He called your name and saw Karen sit up out the corner of his eye and look at him curiously but at the moment his attention was on you. "Can you please come to me? I need you" "Yeah of course. Where are you at? What's going on?" 

He was already up and pulling boots onto his feet before you told him what hospital you were at "Alex Moore got out Frank. He found me. He..he tried to kill me. He would've killed me but Billy protected me. Now he's in surgery and.. I don't know if he's gonna make it" 

"God dammit how the hell did that asshole even get out? I'll be there as soon as I can. Just hold tight and call me if there's any changes" "Frank I can't do this" he closed his eyes at how broken you sounded.

Fuck, in all the time he'd known you even at the worst moments you always tried to hold it together for everyone around you and he hadn't heard you sound so defeated since the two of you got into that argument when you first found out you were pregnant and he found you at Maria's grave. "Sweetheart I will be there in a few minutes" "Ok" was the last thing you said before the line went dead.

He stared at the phone for a minute before glancing back at Karen then tilting his head towards the living room. She nodded then climbed out the bed, careful not to wake Adi as she walked past the toddler bed.

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He followed her out and pulled the bedroom door almost shut before saying "I've got to go to the emergency room. Y/N needs me" "What happened? Is she ok?" The concern and worry were plain in Karen's voice when she spoke. 

He nodded then said "She's ok but you remember Moore?" "The asshole that attacked her and Alice? How could I forget?" Karen's jaw had tightened at the mere mention. 

He could feel the tension in his shoulders and realized his trigger finger was absentmindedly tapping his thigh while he talked. He knew flashes of that night were going through both of their heads. "Yeah well he got out. Apparently came looking to finish the job but didn't exactly take Bill into account. He got shot protecting her. She said he's in surgery and she doesn't know if he's gonna make it"

Karen glanced back towards the bedroom and he could see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth before she ran a hand through her hair to push it back from her face "What do I tell Adi? She's gonna ask for one or both of them after she gets up" 

Frank let out a breath trying to think of what to tell his niece. She was still so young and now facing this "Tell her bare minimum. Her dad got hurt so her mom took him to the hospital. I went to be with them both" 

Karen nodded then pulled him into a hug "Let me know if you need me. Take care of her Frank" "I will. I love you Kare. Take care of little bit" he leaned his forehead against hers for a moment trying to get his head on straight. She nodded then closed the space between them to press a gentle kiss to his lips "I love you too"

Working together you and Riley had managed to get Billy's heart back beating before you made it to the hospital but he was still losing a lot of blood internally. 

You were stopped at the entrance to the operating room by a couple of the nurses who'd known you for years "Y/N you know you can't go back" you snatched away from them and Riley alike. You knew they were trying to offer comfort but you didn't want it. You didn't deserve it.

Someone else you loved had once again caught a bullet that had your name on it. You were fucking poison. How the hell could you protect your child from the world when it seemed as if merely being around you would be the biggest threat to her?

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You paced the hallway outside the double doors until the adrenaline started to leave your body and the crash that came along with that forced you to collapse into a chair. Your clothes, hands and face had blood smeared across them. Around your nails the blood had started to dry and was flaking off in red chunks.

You couldn't stop hearing the gunshot, seeing the way Billy had crumpled but only after he'd made sure you were ok. You closed your eyes to stop the flow of tears but that only made more images flash across through your mind. 

Maria and the kids in their caskets, Frank bloody and half dead after that fight alongside Gunner. Curtis bloody and beaten from Lewis, Karen terrorised by Wilson Fisk. It was too much. You'd lost half your family in one day and had fought like hell to keep the rest of them in one piece and now the man you loved, the man who'd put so much on the line to keep you safe might very well end up dying.

What the hell were you gonna tell Adi? It seemed like she'd just met him and now to lose him? You bought your hands up to your face trying to will the images out your mind. You couldn't even cry and you knew that was worse than if you were sobbing. 

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You didn't know how long you'd been sitting there digging through your jacket pockets before you finally found your phone. Your hands were shaking as you hit Frank's number. You weren't sure what to say but you needed him. You couldn't do this alone.

You were still staring blankly at your phone when Frank found you. You hadn't noticed his presence so he took a moment to take stock of whether or not you had any injuries.

Although you were covered in blood it didn't appear to be yours. He knew that look anywhere though. You were so lost in your own mind you needed someone to pull you out. He'd been there before and you had been the one to pull him out so he owed you.

He walked up trying to make as much noise as he could so he wouldn't startle you but when he touched your shoulder you jumped defensively until you realized it was him then the facade crumpled as you stepped into his arms "Frank it's bad. It's all my fault" 

He froze and held you out at arm's length so he could lean down enough to look you in the eye. There was blood smeared on the side of your face and your eyes were red from crying but he could see that stubbornness you'd always had under it all. 

You were going to try to blame yourself for this and he'd be damned before he let you "You didn't shoot him so it's not your fault. It's that damn junkie's fault. I should've killed him instead of letting them lock him up" 

You sniffled twice and he knew you were holding back tears when you shook your head "Frank don't you see? Maria, the kids. Those bullets had my name on them. Rawlins lied to Billy but I still should've been the one to die that day. Now this. he didn't even know who Billy was. He shot him because he was protecting me. I'm fucking poison. Who else is gonna be next? You? Karen? God forbid if something happened to Adi. I can't do this Frank. I can't keep hurting people I love"

God dammit he'd never wanted to shake you as bad as he did right then. His grip tightened on your arms just enough to get your attention and once he was sure he had it he said "Listen to me and listen to me good Y/N. Maria and the kids died because Rawlins was an evil son of a bitch who got what he deserved. Bill got shot because he fucking loves you and when you love someone it's instinct to protect them. None of this is your fault. You're not poison or any other bullshit you believe. Hell you've patched a lot of us up. You put us back together. I know this is hard but I also know you've got that damn stubborn streak a mile wide and can put your mind to anything right?"

You nodded after a moment so he loosened his grip but stayed where he could look you in the eyes "He's a stubborn asshole. I've known him for even longer than you have. Me and him have been through hell together and have put each other through our fair share. One thing I know? He loves you and Adi and this isn't enough to keep him from you. Now put it in your mind he's gonna pull through ok?"

"Ok" your voice sounded a little steadier so he nodded and moved his hand to your lower back "Now let's see if I can get you some scrubs or something so you can get cleaned up and out these bloody clothes"

One of the nurses had gotten you a pair of scrubs and even offered to let you use the nurse's shower after she checked your vitals at Frank's insistence.

Frank told you he'd hang around the operating room so if anyone did come out while you were getting cleaned up. You'd hesitantly agreed because while you desperately wanted to check on Billy you couldn't stand knowing it was his blood drying all over you.

After standing under the hot water long enough you felt like you'd taken a layer of skin off you climbed out and dried off then deposited the towel into the bin that was in the corner of the room. 

Once you were dressed in the scrubs you pulled your shoes back on complete with the hospital socks you'd been given along with the scrubs then gathered your bloody clothes in the personal belonging bag you'd been given and went in search of Frank.

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When you walked out into the hall you ran smack into Frank's chest with a grunt from him and a gasp of surprise from you but luckily he managed to grab you before you fell.

"Frank what's going on?" You asked feeling your stomach knot up worse than it already was but he shook his head "Nothing bad sweetheart. I found a doctor that apparently isn't sure if he's a fan of me or just scared shitless. Either way I got him to check on Bill. Surgery is going good. The bullet missed his organs but nicked an artery. They're closing up and should have him a room in ICU in about an hour" 

You let out a breath "Are they hopeful for recovery?" He nodded "Yup sounds like he was pretty damn lucky he had a paramedic right there the moment he hit the ground" you let out a watery laugh "You're saying that to make me feel better" 

Frank shook his head and motioned back down the hall "I can find him again if you don't believe me. Doc said the reason he's gonna make it is because of you. So wanna talk again about you being poison? Looks to me like you once again saved one of the men in your life" you threw your arms around Frank's neck in a hug he gently returned.

When you pulled away he glanced at his watch "I'm gonna text Karen. When Adi wakes up what do you want her told?" You ran a hand down your face before agreeing with what Frank had already said "bare minimum. He's hurt. Me and you are here to check on him. I can't let her see him post surgery. He's got to be alert before she sees him" 

Frank nodded then said "Who knows by the time little bit gets to going good he might already be awake" "That's got to be the first bit of optimism I've ever heard from you Frank" you said with a half laugh and he shrugged "For Adi? I'll be a bit optimistic" then started to text Karen.

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You and Frank were sitting together right outside the doors of the operating rooms fending calls and texts from everyone from Alice to Sam and everyone in between.

They'd heard one way or another and wanted to see what was going on. Alex had died in surgery. Billy tore his jugular beyond repair when he'd stabbed him and that little piece of information had given you a little peace knowing he was finally dead. He couldn't hurt no one else.

You'd just hung up with Matt and Frank with Curtis when Doctor Morales the surgeon who worked on Billy came walking out and headed towards where the two of you sat. "Are you Mr Russo's family?" 

"Yes sir. This is his fiance and I'm basically her brother" Frank answered before you had a chance so Doctor Morales nodded then went into explanation of what they'd done to Billy. "He'll be healing for a few weeks but all in all he should count his lucky stars you were there. Had you not reacted so quickly with your training he wouldn't have made it. As soon as we get him settled in a room I'll send a nurse to escort the two of you" 

You and Frank both thanked him then after he walked away Frank patted your shoulder "He's gonna be fine" you nodded then nearly whispered "I'll believe it when he wakes up" you'd seen too many cases where the doctors thought everything was fine then some unforeseen complication would occur. He had to wake up for you to feel better.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #the boys fanfic #sins and amends masterlist

[bunnieshoneys]

MIAMI GRAND PRIX ROUNDUP

still in shock tbh. my predictions pre-race didnt even put lando on the podium because after the sprint i really thought the ferraris had more pace.. LIKE A CLOWN

LANDO NORRIS YOU ARE A FORMULA ONE RACE WINNERRRRRRRRRRR god that was so nice to watch, and the sport sorely needed it. even me, as not a lando fan, was so happy to see a new race winner. (charles, you're next in imola!)

bonus: max sitting in the wrong seat in the pressers, charles laughing and pointing at the seat where he was SUPPOSED to sit, then max saying "if my mum had balls she'd be my dad" to defend lando's win... sir you are iconic i wish you didnt win so much.

oscar piastri :( man got fucked over. was driving so brilliantly too.

side note logan sacrificed for a lando win... sorry logan. i hope u know it was worth it

side note: carlos sainz.... oh my god. the whining on the radio shut it!! SHUT IT!! tbf the penalty was a little harsh imo (need to rewatch the incident) bc it was just good hard racing but i literally cant find any sympathy in my heart for him because of how he was racing/talking out there.

charles, p3, did alright, lapping on pace with the RBs at the end, not too shabby and those overtakes at the beginning of th second stint including the one on hamilton? clean as fuck.

hamilton lapping at similar speeds to perez?? what the hell are you doing here

OOOOOOH YUKI TSUNODAAAAA brilliant drive, so underrated as per usual, p7, more points, yoints, even, genuinely want to see him in a more competitive team so badly. he's performing 2020 gasly level now, and despite flopping slightly in the sprint/china (where i maintain it was mostly his lack of experience that fucked him up) he's SO BACK!!!!

we're looping back to carlos. im still so done with him. post-race yapping about piastri and how he couldve won if he pitted a lap later (????? bro was lapping slower than his teammate on OLDER tyres iirc) just... learn to stop. one of my least fav things about him compared to charles is that he never stops making excuses about how things just dont go his way, and-- yeah, thats what the sport is. can we move on? charles very clearly blamed himself for his own mistakes in japan and aus, and accepted he needed to work on it. sainz meanwhile is beefing with the most unbothered driver on the grid and asking for team orders on lap 5 lmaooo

on ferrari though, third fastest car, behind the RBs and norris (not counting piastri bc he was only running half upgrades) and to finish on the podium with NO upgrades when both RBR and mcl have now bought major upgrade packages is very, very good. if the imola upgrades work we could genuinely have a fight on our hands and im sat (im delusional).

daniel ricciardo nowhere again oops

mercedes also nowhere and lewis hamilton dragging that car past the haas fuelled by sheer spite? um

lewis starting behind his teammate and finishing 18 seconds ahead? ik my goat

ALPINE POINTS? insanity.

williams may or may not be in serious trouble they ar just not performing, even with alex.

kmag how many penalties do you need. stop

ok two weeks to imola. gonna do another post about the offtrack antics bc what the hell was in the air this week

#bunny talks f1

[jule1122]

Malex Fic - I’ve been thinking too much

I barely made it, but I am on time for the February prompt for the 2023 Year of the OTP Event.  The prompt I picked is “If I kiss you, will you shut up.”  This is a future fic where Alex gets a little in his head and lets his insecurities run away with him.  Michael is an amazing husband and that’s about it.  Mention of canon child abuse.

I borrowed the title from “Ride” by twenty one pilots

I’ve been thinking too much on AO3

“Do you think we should make coffee?” Michael asks as he steps out of the bedroom.

He expects to find Alex in the kitchen where he left him finishing his own coffee.  But instead Alex is in the living room dusting the mantle - the same mantle they dusted last night and again this morning.  Michael watches as Alex rearranges the pictures and knick knacks they keep on the mantle, moves them back to their original positions before moving them again.

“What are you doing?” he finally asks.

Alex turns around, startled like he hadn’t realized Michael was there.  “Hey, I was just straightening up.”

“I think we got this covered.”  Michael takes the spray and cloth from Alex and returns them to the cabinet under the sink.  “So coffee,” he asks again only to realize Alex hasn’t followed him.

Michael goes back into the living room and finds Alex has abandoned the mantle.  Now he is lining up the edges of the blanket they keep on the back of the arm chair.  “Alex,” Michael says, exasperated. 

“We should go over a few things before they get here,” Alex tells him, still fussing with the blanket.  “If they ask about my work, Deep Sky is a data security firm.”

“Right, don’t mention anything about probing the mysteries of the universe,” Michael rolls his eyes.

Alex makes a face, “That makes me sound like a conspiracy theorist.” 

“Well, you do believe in aliens.”

“Michael,”  Alex’s eyes widen, and he crushes the blanket in his hands.  “You got rid of everything”

“Alien,” Michael cuts him off.  “Yeah, I took it all to the bunker a few weeks ago.  Relax, there is no glowing glass to be found or schematics for alien fruit fueled vehicles left here.”

“You’re sure?”  Alex releases his death grip on the blanket when Michael nods.  “Ok, with my family, my father’s deceased - we can leave it at that.  My mother left when I was young, but we’ve been . . .”

“Reconnecting?” Michael fills in when Alex’s voice trails off.  Alex looks uncomfortable with Michael's choice of words, but shrugs his agreement.  Even with Greg’s encouragement, it’s been hard for Alex to let her back into his life so they are taking it slow.

“If they bring up my brothers, we should try to only talk about Greg, how he’s a teacher - good with kids, a positive role model.  If they push we can tell them I lost touch with Clay when he joined the military, and Flint”

“Flint is an asshole,” Michael can’t help jumping in.

“Michael,”  Alex objects, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What?  Everyone knows Flint is an asshole.  Besides, they aren’t going to ask about him.  We’ve already done the interviews about our families and background.  And they talked to our friends and family so they definitely know Flint’s an asshole even if they didn’t actually speak with him.”

“We can’t be sure they won’t ask, we need to be on the same page.”

“We are,” Michael reassures him.  “We’ve always been on the same page.  That’s why we’re here.  This is the last step.  The interviews are done, we finished the classes and the mandatory counseling.  Hell, we’re still going to counseling even though we don’t have to.  This is just a home visit.”

“Just a home visit,” Alex repeats.  “Nothing is that easy.”

“This will be,” Michael takes Alex’s hands and squeezes them.  “If they didn’t think we’d make good foster parents, we never would have made it this far.  Now they just want to make sure we have running water, and bedrooms with walls and there’s no sex dungeon in the basement.”

“Sex dungeon, really,” Alex snorts.  He pulls his hands back and runs them through his hair.  “Just be sure to change the subject if they bring up my father.”

“Look your father is definitely not in my top ten favorite topics of conversation,” Michael tries and fails to get Alex to smile.  “But I don’t think they are going to ask about him.  And if they do, just answer them.  It’s not a big deal.” “Talking about my father -about my whole family -  is a big deal, Michael.  How would it look if I told them the truth?  That my mother left because she couldn’t stand another minute with my father, but she left us behind.  She left me with a man who beat me for years for not being tough enough, not being straight enough or cruel enough.  That when he caught me with a boy,” Alex’s voice shakes, and he takes a breath before continuing, “a boy I loved, I thought he was going to kill me, but instead the boy, you Michael, stepped in and he hurt you instead.  He attacked you with a fucking hammer and left you damaged for life.”

“Alex, don’t,” Michael shakes his head, wishing he hadn’t pushed.

“But that’s not all of it.  Should I tell them how the family business is genocide?  How when I tried to stop my father, he kidnapped me and meant to kill me.  But then my brother kidnapped me from him to use me as leverage to get a weapon of mass destruction built and he probably would have killed me too if he had the chance.  Which is another family tradition since my grandfather killed his brother and buried him in the backyard. Is that the family history I should share?”

Hearing it all at once like that, it’s so much worse than Michael remembers.  With Jesse dead, it’s been too easy to forget the damage Alex’s family did to him.  It makes Michael want to cancel their appointment and take Alex to bed and hold him and kiss him and call him ‘Alex Guerin” again and again until he remembers that he’s safe and loved and that there is no part of him that is a Manes.

He steps closer to Alex, rubs his shoulders and waits until Alex meets his eyes to speak.  “I would recommend leaving out the genocide, kidnapping and murder,”  Michael smiles when Alex huffs out a breath that is almost a laugh.  “But the rest of it, what your father did to you, how your mother leaving hurt you, you don't have to lie about that.  You’re the one who told me I had to stop running from my past, maybe you need to do the same thing. You don’t have to be ashamed of surviving that.”

Alex shakes his head.  “I’m trying to protect us, Michael.  I have to make sure”

Michael can tell Alex is starting to get worked up again so he interrupts.  “If I kiss you, will you shut up? Just for a minute?”

Alex doesn’t say anything, just holds still so Michael leans toward him.  This kiss is soft and gentle, Michael doesn’t push for more, just keeps kissing Alex until he sighs against his mouth.  Michael smiles when he pulls back.  He slides his hands down Alex’s arms and guides him to the couch.

“Ok,” he says after they both sit down.  “Do you want to tell me what this is really about?”

Alex doesn’t answer right away, but Michael just holds his gaze and waits.  “Do you know the statistics on domestic violence and child abuse among veterans versus the civilian population?” Alex finally asks.  “Because I do.  And I bet the social workers do too.”

“You're not a statistic.  You are kind and gentle and smart and funny and patient and anyone who spends more than five minutes with you can see that.”

Alex smiles and picks up one of Michael’s hands, kissing it softly before putting it back down.  “You’re my husband, you love me, of course you are going to think that.”

“Alex, come on,” Michael protests.

“No, we have to look at it from an outsider's perspective.  I am a disabled veteran with documented PTSD who comes with a family history of abuse.  What if they decide I’m not a good bet?  Having a family is your dream.  I can’t be the reason you lose that dream,” Alex looks away and adds almost too softly for Michael to hear, “again.”

“Don’t,” Michael snaps to get Alex’s attention.  “You know my staying here wasn’t just about what happened with my hand, and even if it had been, it wasn’t your fault. You know that,” he repeats because they aren’t going there again.  “So guess what you’ll be talking about in counseling next week?”

“Fine,” Alex rolls his eyes.  “But it doesn’t change the fact that I could be the reason you don’t get the family you want.”

“Alex, you have to know by now the only family I want is with you.”  When Alex looks away, Michael gently turns his face back toward him.  “No, hey, listen to me.  Since I was seventeen, when I imagined a family, kids, the person, the only person, I ever imagined standing next to me was you.”

“I don’t want to ruin that for you,” Alex admits quietly, resting his forehead on Michael’s shoulder.

“You won’t, you can’t,” Michael reassures him.  He strokes Alex’s hair and turns so he can awkwardly place a kiss on Alex’s cheek.  “I know we’ve put a lot of time into this, but if for some reason at the end, they tell us no, we’ll try again.  Or will try a different way.  Somewhere out there, there are kids that need us, and we’ll find them, one way or another.  I believe that.”

“Ok,” Alex lifts his head and kisses Michael softly.  “I love you.  I just want you to have the life you deserve.”

“I love you too.  And we already have an amazing life.  There’s nothing missing, Alex.  I want kids with you, to add to what we have, but you, our life,  just as it is now, it’s more than enough.”

Alex smiles and blinks back a few tears. “So you said something about coffee.”

“Yeah,” Michael laughs, happy to take the opportunity to regroup.  They walk to the kitchen together and are never out of reach of each other  while they brew the coffee or set out the cups.  They don’t talk, they don’t need to, the silence is peaceful and grounding.  Just as they are finishing up, the doorbell rings.

Michael feels Alex start to tense so he takes his hand. “Ready?”

Alex squeezes his hand and takes a deep breath, “Yeah, I am.  We are.”

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