dean is such a weird flirt cause with women it's like will you chill?? pls??? we get it. but with dudes he's so awkward and i'm just like are you okay? are you gonna survive this? just take a deep breath dude.
Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.
“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”
On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.
Would you be able to an imagine where Alex and the reader were partnered together for a project but they both forgot to do it so they have to pull an all nighter at one of their houses but they're too busy trying to impress each other with cheesy pick up lines so their project ends up a lot more rushed and awful than it could be? Your blog is one of my favourites by the way ❤
Great idea anon! Honestly send me more Alex I need me some more inspiration for my Joy Division nerd ~
969 words, Alex Standall/fem!reader
Your phone vibrated next to you with an incoming call, it was Alex Standall, the boy you had been partnered with for your geography project.
Your geography project!
Rapidly smacking the ‘accept’ button with your thumb you flung your phone up to your ear, and the two of you instantly started shouting about how you were so sorry that you’d forgotten, and how you had to get it done tonight to get it in for tomorrow (the last possible turn in date).
You gave him your address and got out a few arts and crafts supplies from your ‘artistic’ days of your childhood. You had to make a poster describing something to do with coastlines, something that neither of you had the first clue about.
You’d just about set up the cardboard and felt pens which had probably dried up in the past eleven years when a knock came from your door, yelling to your parents that it was for you.
“I’m sorry that you have to have me in your house at ten to ten at night but this has gotta be done.”
“It’s no problem really, and no shit it’s gotta get done!”
The pair of you half assed coastal erosion research for the first few minutes, taking short handed notes.
“Ever realise that erosion kinda rhymes with erection?” you blurt out, already exhausted from all the panicking and rushing around to pull your shit together. Alex snorted and smirked over at you on your bed from your desk chair.
“You give me coastal erections.”
“Colossal erections, babe, you just missed a trick.” it felt weird joking about erections and being a little flirty with someone you hadn’t spoken to, outside of your constant complaints about the lesson in geography. It was quiet for a minute, Alex trying to be serious and carry on his research before bursting out into a fit of laughter.
“It’s not even that much past ten and I’m already going crazy.”
“I can’t wait for your craziness peak, then,” everything you said came out tinged with that tone of voice you use when flirting clumsily.
Time passed again, Alex shouting out facts aboutcolossal erections coastal erosions for you to write down in your most presentable handwriting, complete with pictures.
“Holy fuck, we’ve only just done the first stage? You nearly cried, taking a look at what you’d already done.
“Hey, we’re being detailed, and we’ve got all night.”
“Yeah but I don’t wanna go all night.”
“Said no one to anyone, ever.” Alex smirked at you rolling your eyes at yet another discreet innuendo. A few more crude sex jokes later (now how in holy hell have you managed to make a geography project so sexual, Standall?) he moved onto pick up lines, you following his lead, both of you daring each other to get cheesier with them.
“Are you a magician, because when I look at you, everyone else disappears!”
“Ohh, that’s weak, y/l/n - do you have a bandaid? I scraped my knee falling for you.” you made gagging noises, pretending to stick your fingers down your throat.
“My god, Alex I had no idea the extent of terrible pick up lines.”
“I’ve got some pretty nasty ones.”
“I bet I can top all of your shitty pick up lines.”
“Bite me.” he’d scooted off your desk chair and onto the bed where you’d been since you’d started; however the project was on the floor, only two out of god knows how many stages of erosion completed.
“Hey Standall, does your left eye hurt? ‘Cause you’ve been looking right all day.” he actually laughed at that one exclaiming:
“You’re terrible, y/n,”
“You’re sixty-five percent water, and I’m thirsty.” You threw your head back and laughed over dramatically.
“Okay, enough, enough, you’re disgusting.” Alex’s face turned serious, making you do the same. “Ah god, sorry, do you wanna keep going with the project, or?” you trailed off, watching Alex watch your lips move.
He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, shaking his head lightly. “Sure thing, I’ll get back to the research.” You were a bit upset that you had to actually pull an all nighter doing geography, instead of flirting with the hot new friend you’d just made.
He spun out some more facts to you, going quicker than ever once you both realised it was nearly four am and you needed to sleep at some point. The A3 poster found its home on your bedroom floor yet again to make room for a very tired Alex next to you. It was scruffy and lacked a lot of information, but it was good enough near to done so you both accepted it.
Flirting with each other seemed a better use of six hours anyway.
You got up and ready with each other that morning, firing even more pick up lines at each other, and even more on the walk to school. You went to part ways in the hall to get to your lockers until you mentioned one pick up line you’d both over looked.
“Y’know what this shirt is made of? Girlfriend material.”
“I’d like to take more than your word for that one, y/n. Wanna get a coffee or something? I used to be a regular at Monet’s, so I can get us some free stuff.” he mentioned with a wink, not waiting for you to fully respond, only taking your first uttering of the word ‘yes’ as his answer. “Cool, see you tomorrow? It’ll be cool to hang out, sans the homework right?”
“Right, totally.” he gave a little wave before turning away, making his way to his locker.
You were exhausted, naturally, but you were pretty sure that you’d just gotten a date from a few cheesy pick up lines.