The beginning of a series where you fall in love with a soldier named Alex.
A Note From The Author: This is the first of many chapters for this Alex!AU. This chapter is simply setting the scenes for what is to come between y/n and Alex. Stay tuned for swing dancing, cheeky banter from Alex, and a few stolen kisses along the way. Let me know what you think! xxh
The store sat empty, as it did most days of the week. Dust
regularly collected on the cash register sitting in front of you and its brass
keys grew stiff with the lack of activity. With your elbows propped up on the
counter, you leaned your weight forward and held your chin in the hand that
wasn’t busy drumming across the countertop. They tapped in time with the clock
ticking on the wall, a constant reminder that you were stuck here on such a
lovely day outside.
It was unusually warm for this time of year. Normally
covered in a dreary layer of gray, the sidewalks and storefronts shone in the
rare-April sunshine, people out and about, taking advantage of the weather. You
were antsy as you watched out the window, hoping that someone, anyone, would walk through the door and
give you something to talk about.
re-reading the X-Wing books, my main takeaway from Solo Command is that someone really needs to make Wedge/Han like… a thing.
After all, you get such gems as the following:
“Well, you’re not the only member of the crew who could benefit from some blissful irresponsibility right now. So I’m going to stage an insurrection and seize control of Mon Remonda.”
Solo gave a curt laugh. “Wedge Antilles, mutineer. That I have to see.”
which follows a long, emotionally charged conversation of Han admitting his insecurities about his and Leia’s relationship,
Rogue One was among the pilots returning. Solo breathed a sigh of relief. He had few enough friends. Win or lose, he didn’t want to lose any more in this engagement.
… Han I can’t believe you care this much? and then there’s this whole scene:
Han Solo and Wedge Antilles sat in the cockpit of the Millennium Falsehood, their feet up on the control boards.
“Stand by, Communications.” Solo shut off the cockpit microphone and gave Wedge an accusing look. “You said, when you overflew her X-wing, that you saw no sign she ejected.”
“That’s right.” Wedge stretched lazily. “There was no automated comm signal indicating an ejection.”
“Commander Square Corners himself, showing a streak of duplicity. Lying by omission. I can’t believe it.”
As they walked down the Falsehood’s loading ramp, Solo threw an arm over Wedge’s shoulders. “Corellian to Corellian, you know what the great thing about being a general is?”
“In lots of circumstances, you can pretty much do whatever you want.” With his free hand, Solo reached over and gave Wedge’s hair a thorough mussing.
Wedge batted his hand away. “Hey, stop it.”
and who can forget the scene in Wedge’s Gamble, in which Wedge attempts to counsel Leia about her relationship with Han:
“That’s his nature, though–he’s chaos incarnate.” Wedge smiled. “Han Solo, you have to love him…”
“… or freeze him in carbonite, I know.” Leia stared wistfully off into the distance. “He’s a good man. Even with his quirks and rough edges, I don’t think I can find better in this galaxy. And I’m not really interesting in looking, either, but there are times when I wonder ‘Why him?’”
“If you ever have doubts, serious doubts, come see me. I can give you a dozen reasons to answer that question.”
in which I know what Wedge means, where he could give Leia a dozen reasons why Han is the right guy for her, but honestly it kind of sounds like Wedge has a dozen reasons why one would be in love with Han Solo, at least six of which apply to him personally.
Bail Organa sighed heavily, and massaged his temples tiredly. It had been at least thirty-six standard hours since he had last slept, possibly longer—in the flurry of frantic activity after the birth of the twins, Padmé’s death, and the rushed flight from Polis Massa, keeping careful record of the last time he had slept had not been at the top of his priority list—and he was beginning to truly feel the effects of the long hours awake. Closing his eyes, the senator allowed both of his hands to fall to the desktop with a quiet thud, his chin drooping to rest on his chest.
His exhaustion ran deeper than mere lack of sleep, however. The last week had been one terrible, horrifying nightmare—and Bail knew it was only the beginning of the darkness. The future stretched out before them, and for the first time, Bail found that he could not see how the next day, the next week, the next month would be shaped. The dance of politics that had wielded the galaxy, shaping and molding, was no more. The puppeteer’s strings had been cut. Now there was only a twisting, confusing mass of tangled knots and empty, fluttering strings. Now there was a new puppet master, and all the rules had changed.
So much is lost, he thought despairingly. Amidala. The Jedi. The Republic. And there would be more death in the days to come. More sorrow. More tragedy. More fire and blood and the shattering of hope. How did it come to this? How did we fall so far, so quickly?
“Not so quickly,” a quiet voice whispered in his thoughts. “The first cracks were visible years ago, the rot growing right beneath your nose. But none of saw it; all of you were blind. Even you. Especially you.”
And also some neat ambiance. I mean… This has to be the first fic where I just want to put the computer down to draw some background and especially play with lighting effects. Which explain why it’s pretty messy, those are like… Probably my only two drawings where I tried to play with Lights and Colors. I didn’t even sketch beforehand, only applying colors out of nowhere.
First one date from the beginning of the fic, chapter two. At the time, we didn’t know Mabel’s hair had been cut off which is why… yeah. Long hair here. The characters aren’t very detailed because they weren’t really the focus, I just wanted to be able to color fire and campfire. It… turned out pretty good after some tries. The bottom has unfortunately been cut, I’ll see if I can find it again and rescan it.
Second one is from the most recent chapter. I wanted to draw sunlight, with the characters somehow hiding in the shadow (pretty literally for poor Mabel). Ford’s one is reaaaaally bad. I mean, Ford is pretty good, but the room ? Yeesh.
Also a pencil!Mabel from this morning. Unfortunately the brown pencil I used had some strong reddish undertone and scanning it just… amplified it. She’s wearing a Sweater with the Big Dipper on it because obviously she would make one. (I like @x-i-l-verifyheadcanon about Mabel obtaining space yarn and knitting new Sweaters)
Request: hey if requests are open can you write like a blurb/preference type thing for the prompt: they surprise you by coming home from tour?? thanks babe love you ((and your writing btw haha)) xx
You and brad had a very long distance relationship, as he resided in birmingham,England and you lived in the US. You met when he was on tour in the US and you were working the venue he played at. You didn’t see eachother often unless the band had things going on in LA/NYC then he’d come visit for a day or two.
Brad was supposed to be on tour in the UK at the moment so you knew the communication would be minimal because he’s super busy. You went about your day per usual, which entailed sitting in your bed until about 10am on this lazy saturday morning. Your phone kept buzzing until you woke up and checked your phone and had about 5 missed calls from brad. That threw you off, so you unlocked your phone to check your messages. None. thats odd, you thought. Then you were receiving another phone call, bradley.
“Yes bradley why must you wake me up at this god forsaken hour” you said in a cranky morning voice
“Trust me this is more important than your beauty sleep love”
“What is it then bradley??”
“Well first i need you to wake up and go to your door”
“What in the hell, why must i go to the- HOLY SHIT BRAD I SWEAR IF THIS IS SOMETHING STUPID I SWEAR”
“Babe, i promise you its not”
“Alright, let’s see what you’re going on about”
You opened the door and to say you were surprised would be an understatement. There stood your cute, little, british boyfriend.
“Holy shit, brad” you squealed engulfing him in a hug
“Told you it wasn’t stupid” he laughed, while holding you.
“You moron, i love you” you laughed
He gave you a kiss and told you how much he loved you, then the two of you spent the afternoon together in bed watching movies all afternoon.
Connor was constantly on tour, so you didn’t see him often. He was on the european tour so it wasn’t as bad, but bad enough for you. You havent seen him in over a month and you missed him like crazy, but you knew this was his lifestyle and it was an adaptation you’ve learned to deal with.
You tried to just go on your daily business, so today that was getting up at 7am to open up the coffee shop that was down the street from your apartment. Half asleep you were just going through coffee cup by coffee cup, not noticing whose faces where who.
“Hi, what can i get for you?” You said for the 50th time this morning
“Um id like a large coffee, and a side of my beautiful girlfriend?” Rang that familiar scottish accent.
It couldnt be, could it?
“CON” you said in surprise.
“Hi baby, hows your morning”
You ran around the corner of the counter and jumped into a hug with him.
“Con i cant believe you’re here, i missed you so much”
“I missed you too baby girl” he said kissing your forehead
“Wow i wish you had that kind of enthusiasm every morning shift” your boss joked from behind the counter.
“Alright i have to work, but we can hang out after my shift?” You suggested.
“Of course, i’ll pick you up from here at two”
“Perfect” you said, before kissing him quickly.
Dating someone who is on the brink of fame isn’t easy, not the least bit so. Theres always tour, studio, and interviews so its hard to find time for eachother. Even with all of the negitives, you and tris made it work. He saw you every spare moment he had when he was home from tour, next to his family of course.
You Missed him terribly when he was on tour, but you guys made it through always with facetime, and visits when he was home. It was one of those days where you missed him a lot, but forced yourself to go about your everyday routine. You woke up, made yourself a cup of coffee and glanced through your emails on your phone. The doorbell rang, which was odd because it was 7am. You got up and opened the door, there was a single rose and a note attached. It read “ good morning babe! Ive got a surprise for you, but first i thought you could go for a bit of an adventure this lovely saturday morning, you’ll find your next rose at our favorite breakfast date place, Tris xx”
You got dressed and walked to the cafe across from your apartment, you always went there for breakfast with tristan. The waitress smiled at you and said “hey sweetheart, ive got something for you” before handing you another rose. The waitress knew you pretty well because you were there quite often, especially when you had essays to do for uni. The note read “ hi you found the second one, props babe that one was the easiest. Now go to where we had our first date, love you, Tris xx”
You smiled and knew exactly where it was, his house, he took you horseback riding on your first date. You took a bus to where his house was and walked to where the barn was and was greeted by his sister. “Hiii, tris said to give this to you” she said in the cutest voice.
“Thank you!” You said giving her a hug, and taking the rose.
The next rose read “babe, youre getting there. You found milly, now head over to where we kissed for the very first time”
You knew that meant the park a couple feet down the road, so you made your way there and on the bench was another flower.
“ do you remember this place? I remember it like it was yesterday. Now you’re almost done i need you to go to just one more place. Go to that beautiful shop that you love to go to”
You knew the place, it was your favorite place to go shopping.
You got there and looked around for where the rose could be, and you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You turned around, and it was tristan. You couldnt believe your eyes. You tackled him with a hug and said “i love you so much” muffled in his shirt.
“I love you too baby, i missed you” he says looking into your eyes.
“I- i dont understand, arent you on tour?”
“Yeah, but i wanted to surprise my baby whilst we were close by”
“You’re the best tristan, i love you”
“I love you always, baby girl”
You were an actress, so you and james had equally hectic schedules. You always made time for each other though, it was all about communication and time management. He was away on tour at the moment and you were at a take for a movie you were starring in, you missed him but you tried to stay utterly focused on the scene at hand instead of thinking about james.
You did a few scenes until you had a 20 minute break for your lunch and whatnot. You head over to your dressing room and drink a sip of water and scrolled through your twitter feed before eating your sandwich for lunch.
You continued with the filming, and it was a very long day for you. Hours spent recording scenes and perfecting things for the movie, you just wanted to get out of there at this point. You went to get changed in your dressing room.
Once you were ready to leave, you heard a knock on the door.
“You have someone here to see you miss!” A worker kindly said from outside the door.
You opened the door, and shocked couldn’t even begin to express how you were feeling right now.
James, james was standing at your doorway.
“JAMES” you squealed before jumping on him.
“I missed you so much” you said settling.
“I missed you too, baby girl” he said kissing you for the first time in a long time.
“I thought you were-”
“We are, i just wanted to come surprise you” he said knowing what you were going to say.
“I love you so much” you said in a content sigh.
“You look like you’ve had a rough day, you want me to drive you home” he asked pulling your hair behind your ear.
“Please? That’d be absolutely lovely”
“Of course, come on now ill take you home and we could lay down and watch netflix together”
He always knew when you were exhausted, and what to do to relax you.
“Sounds perfect” you said taking his hand in yours and walking to his car.
Hey, uh, I don't know if you're still doing prompts- but if you are, could you pretty please write demon!Bill realizing he has romantic feelings for Dipper and not knowing how to deal with it? <3
He doesn’t deal with it well at all. (Older Dipper)
Bill paced, well floated, back and forth above the shack as he thought of recent, horrifying news. Shooting Star was a monster. An awful, evil witch bent on making his life chaotic. How dare she bring it into the light? He was perfectly fine being ignorant for once. On that note, chanting ‘you like him’ over and over wasn’t very nice either. Just because he gave the boy a couple floating heads and maybe a collection of deer teeth doesn’t mean he’s in love with the boy! By human standards it would mean quite the opposite.
“Hey Bill!” came from behind him.
Bill screamed, clawing at a nearby tree as he climbed up it.