Can you do a Alex imagine where you go to prom alone and so does he so you end up sorta coming together
title: everything has changed
word count: 1100
note: fckin cute… i love alex…….
Alex was still freshly wounded by Jessica and thus, he had gone alone to the Winter Formal. He wanted so badly to go with someone, but he knew that after the list, nobody would want to go with him directly. So instead, he decided he’d go stag, which wasn’t the most embarrassing thing he could have done.
You were also out of a relationship, having been deemed “not fun enough” by some douchebag football player who obviously didn’t understand that you actually had to work to achieve the scholarships and attention from big name colleges that you were looking at. It’s not like you wanted to go alone, but you had already bought your ticket, your outfit, and the flower arrangement that meshed well with your clothes and the suit your ex-boyfriend was wearing. Admittedly, you were looking forward to going with someone, but you weren’t going to let a lack of a date hinder your night.
The gym was filled with a soft blue glow and slow spinning specks of silver that were coming from the disco ball that always hung above the shiny wooden floors. There was a mass of bodies that danced together, albeit unorganized and messily. You found your place in the back near the refreshments table, relishing in the icy cold of the regular punch (Zach Dempsey had come by to politely let you know that the bowl on the right was spiked).
The next few hours were interspersed with forced dances and talking with friends, but every time you could break away, you did. The bleachers were never comfortable, but it always gave you a few minutes to sit down and not stand on your feet anymore. Alex Standall, the one and only, came and sat next to you, looking equally as dreary as you both watched your exes dance with somebody else.
“It’s shitty,” he remarked as another upbeat song faded into the speakers. “I matched my boutonniere to Jess’s dress months ago and now we’re not even together.”
“You tell me. I bought this stupid outfit just to match with Danny and he broke up with me yesterday,” you replied, rolling your eyes as you dragged your gaze away from the football player across the room. “What a dick.”
There was a silence between you, but it was comfortable. You had both come to the understanding that your exes were jerks and had messed up your nights. Alex broke the quiet as he finally looked over at you.
“You know, your colors kind of match mine. That’s funny.”
You looked down at your clothes and then over at his tuxedo, realizing that your color scheme did indeed match his; you laughed quietly.
“That is pretty funny.”
A slow song was beginning to replace the previous one and it was silent once more, only interrupted by the voice of the singers. People in the crowd were pairing up with each other, all of them seemingly comfortable with the person they were dancing with.
“Hey, uh…” Alex seemed apprehensive, but the look you gave him seemed to give him the courage boost he needed. “Do you want to dance? I know it’s stupid, but I don’t want our nights to be ruined by some stupid exes who broke it off and promised their slow dances to someone else.”
You raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “I’d like that, Alex.”
The soft smile on his face brightened up the space between you and he stood, stretching his hand out to you. You took it and he led you to the fringe of people where it wasn’t so crowded with intertwined couples. His hands rested tentatively on your hips, almost as if he were nervous to touch you. You draped your arms over his shoulders, just as anxious as he was. Then it was a matter of swaying and awkwardly whispering to each other about things as the song progressed. You were so wrapped up in a conversation with your dance partner that you hadn’t noticed how close you had gotten to each other.
In a boost of confidence, you wrapped your arms fully around Alex’s neck and rested your head against his shoulder. You realized just how nice and warm it felt to be pressed against him like this, like everyone else was. Your actions took him by surprise, you could feel it in the way his shoulders tensed, but it was only a few seconds before his arms were winding their way around your waist.
Even after the slow song ended and everyone returned to their awkward jumps and whatever other stupid dance moves they felt appropriate, you and Alex stayed intertwined, taking in and reveling in the warmth you were giving each other. It was something you hadn’t experienced with Danny.
“Would it be too much for me to drive you home? Or take you to Rosie’s after this is over?” Alex asked, his breath sending heat across your skin.
“No. That’d be really nice actually. I’m kind of hungry and the food here isn’t doing it for me,” you replied, laughing quietly.
The platinum blonde convinced you to bail early and spent the remainder of the time sitting in a booth at the best diner in town, sharing a milkshake and munching on fresh french fries. It was nice to get out of that stuffy gymnasium and into a setting where you felt comfortable and at ease.
Alex took you home afterwards, talking about some project in Communications class he was working on. You listened intently, genuinely interested by what he was doing in school. When he pulled up to your house, he parked the car and, like the nice person he really was, walked you up to your front door.
“Thank for making this night nice, [Name],” he said, standing on the top step. “I would have had a pretty bad time if you hadn’t agreed to dance with me.”
You let out a muted laugh, your breath falling out in billows of steam, a sure sign that winter really was here. “No problem. It would have been a lame night if you hadn’t sat next to me.”
You yawned and Alex smiled, a gesture nearly unnoticeable in the dim light of your front porch. Before he could wish you goodnight and turn to leave, you quickly pressed a kiss to his forehead. It elicited a blush on his pale skin and a nervous smile to overtake his tiny one.
“I’ll see you at school on Monday,” you said, turning to open your front door.
If you haven’t read them yet you should go check them out! [no pressure lol you don’t have to listen to me if you don’t want to it’s just a suggestion ;-;]
Also, for the thigh riding Jae, I edited the authors note to mention that it is an excerpt from Only One pt 3 (which some of you probably noticed) so I was thinking that maybe I’ll write a better one later with it’s own storyline bc it sounds kind of dumb out of context… to me at least
Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means.
A/N : I’m alive! Haha I’m so sorry about the delay guys, I hope you like it! Something to keep in mind though, I switch between POVs a little bit in here, it’s mainly Newt with a sprinkle of Y/N. Oh and if you’re wondering why her hair keeps changing different colors, I thought I’d use the color to represent how she’s feeling/thinking so here’s a little cheat sheet : Auburn Brown - Newt (LOL) Grey - confusion Blonde - caution Red - love
Newt looked back at his friends utterly confused and slightly hurt about what just happened. Jacob equally as confused as Newt, he was having a nice conversation with Y/N when the mood turned sour. Maybe he was talking about himself too much.
Queenie placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t you, honey.”
“Then what was?” Newt looked at her with determination in his eyes. He wanted to set this right but he needed to know what he’d be apologizing for first. He turned to Queenie because he knew that she’d have the answers to his dilemma. Being a legilimens, she must have heard Y/N’s thoughts. “Please…I need to know.”
Summary: Emma and Killian have been dating for a little while, and Emma is tired of waiting for Killian to make the next move so she plans a little sultry surprise.
A/N: So, this is my first foray into actually publishing my CS FF’s, please let me know what you think. :) Emma is a bail-bonds woman, but Neal was never a thing in this verse. This is an ‘M’ rated adventure.
Special shout out to the absolutely lovely @ilovemesomekillianjones for volunteering for beta duties on this adventure. Also to @seriouslyhooked for being a fantastic friend and cheerleader through this process. Thank you ladies.
Emma Swan chuckles to herself as she hears the final tumbler of the lock click into place allowing the door to swing open with a turn of the handle. Never once did she ever think she would break into Killian Jones’ house (mansion more like), the Killian Jones, World’s Sexiest Man (three years running), Forbes Playboy and Wonder Child, youngest self-made CEO, of the world’s largest shipping corporation.
“You’d think wonder boy would have better security …” she mutters to herself as she closes the kitchen access door behind her. Emma wends her way through the sprawling house, from the kitchen where she came in, to the opposite side where she knows his home office is located. She’s wearing her favorite skintight red ‘perp’ catching dress, and matching red four inch heels.
Kristoff glanced sideways at the girl—woman—on the wagon seat
beside him. She was holding her hat onto her head with one hand and clinging to
the bench with the other, squinting ahead as if she was trying to see something
more than the wheel ruts of the track and the acres of flat, featureless prairie.
They weren’t always a 24 hour pie diner. There were few factors that had led to this present 24 hour fact, events that had been placed in motion and happened that were now long over, but the aftermath remained. And the aftermath made these three facts - Nico di Angelo now owns a 24\7 pie diner on the corner of Main and Keystone. Nico di Angelo has several loyal employees who help run said pie diner. And one unloyal. (Leo always swears he’s going to defect and franchise a Denny’s across the street which - disgusting) And the last - Will Solace is a midnight customer, and this might all be because of him.
Think Gladdy-daddy would fall for a short, shapely lady covered in tattoos, and has piercings? Because I’m all of the above. :x My minds eye always seems to think that if his s/o was like that, he would trace her tattoos, ask if there were stories involved, maybe place gentle kisses on them, and would thumb her piercings - except the lip ring. That deserves a little tug - maybe with his teeth. Would love to read a drabble related to that~. ❤
I hope I do this justice because I’m terrible at writing for Gladio ^^’, I also started this with a first meeting because I feel awkward just jumping in with no backstory.
THE ENDING SUGGESTS NSFW, (I’ll write it if someone asks for some but only if someone asks for some)
Here’s a sample of a story I plan
to write after my current Hannigram fanfic...
“Will you always love me?” by Lady_Slice
and Hannibal have known each other since their late teens. Will’s family had moved to Lithuania for a few years during his father’s tenure in the army. The Grahams became friends with the Lecters and a instant bond was formed between their two sons.
Over the years, Will and Hannibal had become extremely close, almost like brothers, until
Will visited Hannibal in New York for a few weeks while the latter was attending
medical school. From there, their relationship got…well let’s just say, a little complicated.
Hannibal AU, mostly taking place a year ago. Will, who now is 32, is working at John Hopkins, teaching classes in the psychology department. Hannibal, now 37, visits him while attending a medical conference in Baltimore. From there, we learn about their complicated history.
The story is divided up into five chapters, exploring specific moments from Will and Hannibal’s relationship. These stories are tied together with the weekend from a year ago and as well as present narrative.
About a year ago…
[Will picks up Hannibal at the airport]
Once Will walked into baggage claim, his breath hitched. Hannibal was stooping over a bag, checking the tag to ensure it was his.
…I forgot how attractive he was…Will thought to himself. His body froze; he couldn’t move his legs. The only part of his body that seemed to function properly were his eyes; they slowly followed Hannibal’s movements as the older man helped an elderly woman retrieve her bag from the carousel. He smiled at her as she thanked him. Will almost stopped functioning all together when he watched Hannibal smile.
…and his smile…
Hannibal grabbed the bag he was standing over, slung it over his shoulders before turning around. He noticed Will almost immediately.
“Will!” Hannibal cheerily shouted with a small wave.
Will forced his legs to walk toward Hannibal. He tried to smile back causally, but he was sure he looked nervous. Hannibal didn’t seem to notice, however. He put his bag down once Will finally reached him and gave him a hug. Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal in response, trying to snap back to reality.
“Hannibal, it’s so great to see you.” Will managed. He fought the urge to bury his face in the crook of Hannibal’s neck. Hannibal squeezed him back tightly; Will felt a rush of euphoria as he forced his hands not to wander all over Hannibal’s backside.
Hannibal let him go, but kept his hands on Will’s arms as if he were trying to get a better look at him. Will averted his eyes a little; he felt his cheeks blush faintly.
“You as well.” Hannibal greeted back, slightly grinning. Will looked up at him, then cast his eyes slowly downward to look at the rest of Hannibal.
…fuck…Will thought. He gulped a little thinking about the last time he was intimate with Hannibal…
Hello! I hope it doesn't sound rude, but... any details about the "super gay moment" between Sakakura and Munakata? Thank you for sharing with us all these DR-related infos!
Basically Sakakura is out on the balcony musing over quitting boxing and Munakata going abroad, and then Munakata shows up and they awkwardly have a conversation where they don’t directly address what they want to say. For example, not saying they’ll miss each other, Sakakura asking who asked who out in his friends’ relationship (Yukizome) and saying they make a good match, Sakakura cuts off Munakata from talking about him quitting boxing by saying they gotta fix Kibougamine first, then the world, etc.
Then when they descend into awkward silence, Yukizome jumps out saying she saw the whole thing and scolding Sakakura from hiding from everyone. When he tries to skip out, Yukizome continues to push the OT3, saying the three of them will attend the party together.
It ends on her telling Sakakura that she won’t hand over Munakata to him, and weirdly Munakata has like no reaction to that.
Oh, also–Suwabe said at one point that when he was recording Sakakura’s death scene, the staff told him to move his lips and not say anything so the animators could use it as a base. He could say anything he wanted, basically, but he ended up saying “Kyou…su…ke…*death sigh*”
reads articles on the Internet to understand how hormones work
stares… at a wall contemplating the significance of romance and traditional customs of making out (I´m kidding. Let´s face it, INTPs glance at their crush like a scared hamster whenever possible)
will subtly use eccentricity (Ne-Fe) to attract attention either via smart comments or clothing, that being the most proactive thing you can get
will approach a Si-user they are close to for the sake of gathering information… possibly their tough ISTJ grandma/grandpa, who has seen and done it all
certainly won´t work out unless they already have a routine, which is unlikely… diets are an issue of sexist culture so no progress in that regard, too (not that progress was needed. The INTP body is a mere vessel for the sexiest brain out there - it has to be groomed though, that´s true)
might watch Titanic because they are so frustrated. oh yes
Titanic temporarily deactivates inferior Fe so it won´t bother the INTP for days
so much about shipping
discovers their appreciation for candles - they save electricity!
sleeps two hours less… which makes one in total
goes through the “romance” tag on tumblr, confused yet euphoric, but doesn´t dare to reblog all these cheesy things
might get ultra kinky- in their brain! (INTPs can be huge closet freaks, too)
writes - once communication is established - the most hilarious texts with a lot of puns and scientific facts
considers love private business so besides the ISTJ grandparent, nobody knows (an INTP will never drop the name of their crush anyway so even the grandma/ grandpa confidant doesn´t know what´s up)
suddenly starts to analyze their crush regarding the parameters of moral code, habits, memory, style of speaking, sense of humour, sense of fashion, hair care rituals, nutrition routine, knowledge on quantum physics or any other “advanced” subject and their MBTI type
s-stutters like a Shōjo Manga protagonist… rude but true
is in a relationship with their crush when their crush is absent - they create an entire novel in their fantasy (While their crush is present, the INTP´s mind is blank and a feeling of awkwardness sets in)
jumps to the question of commitment very quickly in their thoughts - loyalty is an important factor
…but still has no idea what to do! ;)
♥♥ - Admin Ti, who wishes everyone good luck with their crush(es) ♥♥
A/N - So this is it, the last part. I’m so happy with this series. For the first time in a long time I was able to just sit and let it flow. Thank you guys for sticking around for the ride! I’m excited to start something new :)
Walking back to your apartment, Kait made it very clear that she was keeping her word. With her arm linked through yours, she held tightly as if you’d fly away if she let go.
Luckily, the cafe she’d invited you to that afternoon wasn’t too far from where you lived but you could feel your stomach twisting into knots. You knew your mother was home from work and after not seeing you for days, she’d want to sit down and catch up with you. Though you loved that time with her, the state of your face would send her into high alert and you knew you had a lot of explaining to do that you were nowhere near prepared for. She was already stressed enough, and though she did her best to cover it up, you could always see right through her.
“I think you should give him a chance,” Kait’s voice finally touched your ears once again, pulling you from the excuse you were thinking of making up for your mother.
They didn’t start it. Five men (boys) at a table, somewhere in a state between the Great Lakes and the Rockies, got together after a game and decided they were tired of hiding anymore
An old flame of Kent’s texts him not really thinking that the brightest star in the sky will fall down if five lesser meteors want to self-destruct in the name of pride, but they ask him anyway if he wants to join them.
He brings Jack with him. There are ten of them by the time they’re ready. (There were almost eleven, but not everyone holds onto the resolve to be the first.)
They give the press conference together, a double rank of tables and microphones, an overwhelming glut of stories and identities. Even cut short, the question-and-answer session drags on forever.
Someone asks, “So, are any of you seeing each other?” An awkward silence
Jack jumps into the breach with pre-prepared filler. “I couldn’t imagine dating another NHL player. My boyfriend did NCAA my first two years in the league, and our schedules were so hard to match up. This job is so intense. I think NHL partners, girlfriends and boyfriends, put up with so much. We don’t appreciate them enough.”
A reporter says, jokingly, “So you’re not dating Kent?”
“No,” Jack says solemnly, but he twists a smile sideways down the table. “In fact, I guarantee that Parse will be single for at least ten minutes after this press conference, and anyone interested should call his private cell at one, seven oh two–”
Kent laughs, covers his face. The player sitting next to Jack jumps on him, covers his mouth and wrestles him into silence. Everyone cracks up, breaking up the tension of the room.
Jack and Kent hug afterwards, discharging the anxiety that gathers on them like static electricity.
“I can’t believe we just–” Kent breathes.
Jack kisses his cheek firmly. “We’ll be fine. Go break some hearts, Kenny. Call me, okay?”