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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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more than a song ~ alex turner

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request?: yes!

“hi lovely! i wanted to request an alex turner x reader. just something based off of the song you’re so dark by arctic monkeys. he’s been friends with you for a while but a side comment from his girlfriend (something just like she doesn’t get how they’re just friends) and it’s just snaps into place. ig just him writing the song and moments of them together. maybeeeee him jacking off imagining her on all fours 👀. something like that! thank youuuuu”

description: in which he starts by writing a song about his best friend who is much different than him, and it turns into something more

pairing: alex turner x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (male masturbation), kind of cheating since alex is imagining the reader and not his girlfriend (who will be a made up character, not his real girlfriend louise), also the reader doesn’t really know what alex was doing so idk take that into consideration? idk these warnings are a mess now

masterlist (one, two, three)

It all started with a comment his girlfriend, Cheryl, made.

“She’s so dark. How are you two friends?”

They had just left a night out with Alex’s bandmates and his best friend, (Y/N). It was the first time the two women had met, which Alex was hoping would go well since both of them meant so much to him. They had just barley left the bar when Cheryl made the comment.

It amused him so much that he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Why do you say that?”

Cheryl gave Alex a look. “Really?”

He stopped walking so he could turn to face her. “I’m serious. What do you mean she’s dark?”

“Alex...she talked for nearly an hour about HP Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe.”

Alex waited, expecting her to explain why that was a bad thing. When she didn’t, he said, “Yeah, those are her favorite authors.”

“They’re very depressing authors.”

Alex shrugged. “I’ve never read any of their stuff.”

Cheryl closed her eyes and sighed. “She’s got a very dark personality, Alex. Like murder of crows follow her around, Addams family’s long lost member dark. It’s just weird to me that you’re her friend when she’s so depressing.”

“Hey, you may think that, but she’s still my best friend. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t insult her like that.”

Cheryl crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe I should be questioning your friendship with her in different ways.”

It was safe to say the night did not go as planned. Alex brought Cheryl home in a tense silence. He gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek before she got out without a word, slamming her door shut behind her.

The night had definitely left a slight strain on their relationship. Cheryl had decided that she hated (Y/N) just because of this idea she had that Alex and (Y/N) had romantic feelings for one another, but Alex refused to end his friendship with her when that wasn’t true at all, and when he had known (Y/N) for so much longer than Cheryl. So, even though they decided to continue their relationship, it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.

But Cheryl’s comment about (Y/N)’s personality stuck in Alex’s mind. He had never noticed a “darkness” to his best friend. She was just (Y/N), the person Alex had known since they were kids. But now he was thinking about the things she liked, and the way she acted and just her general personality. He found himself humming to himself around his apartment; a melody at first, but eventually lyrics started forming in his mind.

“You got your HP Lovecraft. Your Edgar Allan Poe.”

He quickly rushed to his work desk to scribble down the lyrics as they came to his head.

“You got your unkind ravens, and your murder of crows.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he thought of Cheryl’s comment about (Y/N) being like a murder of crows. What Cheryl didn’t know was that (Y/N) had a tattoo along the backside of her left shoulder that was a flock of black birds. They weren’t distinguishable birds, but she often said it was a murder of crows since they were black birds. Cheryl would probably have lost her mind if (Y/N) was wearing anything that would’ve showed off that tattoo.

Thinking of Cheryl caused his mind to wander to the turmoil of their relationship. He looked down at the verse and chorus he had written about (Y/N) and thought about the fact that he was in the process of writing a song for his best friend when he had never had thought about writing one for Cheryl at all since they started dating. Maybe Cheryl was right to think Alex felt stronger feelings than friendship for (Y/N).

He shook his head. No, that’s not it. She’s my best friend since we were kids, and I’ve only known Cheryl for a few months. That’s all it is.

“I know you’re nothing like mine, cause she’s walking on sunshine. And your love would tear us apart.”

Alex was at his desk for nearly an hour putting the song together. He had two full verses and a rough outline for the chorus, but it still needed something more. He was toying around with more lyrics when he started writing, “You watch Italian horror and you listen to the scores. Leather-clad and spike collar, I want you down on all fours.”

“Whoa,” he muttered to himself. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

But now that he had written it, he couldn’t help but picture (Y/N) doing exactly what he had written: on his bed, down on all fours, her ass in the air.

He shook his head. “No,” he scolded himself. “No, stop. This is wrong.”

But he couldn’t stop. He closed his eyes and the image was embedded into his eyelids. He felt himself straining against his jeans as he imagined himself knelt behind her, looking down at her ass in the wear, wearing only a pair of lacy black underwear.

He groaned as he palmed himself through his jeans. The desire was far too strong to ignore. He had to take care of this, otherwise he knew he’d have a nasty ache between his legs that he would not be able to get rid of.

Just one time, he thought. Then I’ll never think of her like this again.

Alex unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. His dick was hard as a rock and angry red. He hissed as the cool air touched the sensitive area. He spit on his hand and wrapped his hand around the base. His head tipped back as a moan erupted from his throat.

He closed his eyes and the image of (Y/N) appeared again. Her face buried into the pillow beneath her, moans muffled by the fabric of the pillow. Alex’s dick plunging in and out of her tight pussy, her ass bouncing every time his hips collided with it. He imagined that her moans were as pretty as her regular voice was. Picturing that pretty voice moaning his name caused his dick to twitch in his hand.

The wet sounds of his hand stroking his dick mixed with his heavy breathing and moans filled the room. His mind drifted from having her bent over in front of him to having her sat on his lap in the very chair where he was sat. He imagined (Y/N), still just in a matching lingerie set, pulling him away from his songwriting so she could climb up onto his lap and straddle him. He imagined her pulling the fabric of her panties to the side, a string of arousal connecting her needy hole and the underwear. He could almost feel the warm, wetness of her walls as she sunk herself down onto him, and her lips on his neck as she started to ride him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “God, that feels so good.”

His desire to have her grew, even though he knew he never would. She was his best friend. There was no way she felt this way for him, too. And he definitely was not going to risk their friendship by bringing these feelings up to her. More than anything, (Y/N) was his friend and he wasn’t about to lose her all together. For now, the only way he’d have her would be in his imagination, and he was more than okay with that.

Behind his closed eyes he could see (Y/N)’s perfect tits bouncing in his face. He squeezed the base of his dick a little tighter as his jerking motions became quicker, almost more desperate. He could feel his high creeping up on him, and he was desperately trying to chase it.

In his mind, (Y/N) was leaning into his ear. In a sexy, sultry voice, he pictured her whispering, “Cum for me, Alex.”

And that was all he needed to go tumbling over the edge. He called out her name into his empty apartment as his hot cum spilled over his hand, lap, and some on his shirt. He mentally cursed to himself for not preparing more for the mess, but physically he felt incapable of fixing it. He let his head rest on the back of the chair as he breathed heavily. When he opened his eyes to finally face reality, he was looking up at the ceiling instead of at (Y/N)’s beautiful face.

There was a slight ringing in his ears as the blood flow from his brain to his dick finally went down. It was loud enough that he almost didn’t hear his phone vibrating on the desk and took him a moment to realize someone was trying to call him. He reached out with his clean hand to look at the caller ID, and his heart skipped a beat when (Y/N)’s name and face popped up on his screen.

Against his better judgement, Alex answered. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” (Y/N) asked, a joking tone in her voice. “I’ve sent you, like, five text messages.”

Alex pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the lockscreen to see that (Y/N) had in fact tried to text him.

“Hey fucker, what are you doing?”

“Hello? Alex?”

“Quick wanking off and answer me.” (That one both made him laugh and made his heart pound harder against his chest.)

“Listen, can I come over? I wanted to talk about something.”

“I really hope the reason you’re not answering is not what I think.”

“Sorry, I was - uh - I was busy writing,” he said. It wasn’t entirely a lie. “I got really into it and had my phone on silent. Didn’t even know you were texting me. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Well, I’m currently parked outside your place. Can I come in to talk about it?”

He felt his blood run cold. (Y/N) was outside his place right now trying to come in to talk to him, meanwhile he was sat at his work desk with cum over himself after jerking off to the thought of her.

This truly could not be any worse.

“Yeah! Yeah, just give me a second,” he said, quickly trying to figure out a solution to this.

“Alex, I’ve known you for years, you do not have to tidy the place up for me,” (Y/N) said.

“I know, I just need to...I just have to do something before you come in. Give me a second.”

He hung up before (Y/N) could protest any further. He quickly took off his already cum-stained shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and the area around his dick. He threw the shirt with the rest of his dirty clothes, tucked himself back into his jeans, and found a new shirt to put on. Just as he was pulling the shirt over his head, the doorbell started ringing. He quickly raced to his front door and threw it open to reveal (Y/N) stood there.

“Are you done whatever you had to do?” she asked, but pushed past him before he could answer.

“Come on in, make yourself at home,” he teased as he followed her in.

“I always do,” she said with a smirk. “You’re lucky I respect your privacy enough that I didn’t just get that hidden spare key and barge in here before I called.”

Very, very lucky for that, actually.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” he asked her as they reached his living room. “Your texts sounded serious.”

(Y/N) sighed and flopped down onto his couch. Alex sat across from her, leaving a decent amount of space between them. His mind was still reeling from the mental images from earlier that he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself to be so close to (Y/N) right now.

But she seemed very troubled, which was very concerning to him. (Y/N) always talked to him when something was wrong, but very rarely did she physically come over to his place to talk about something. He knew whatever it was had to be very serious for her to show up so suddenly like this.

“I ran into Cheryl at the store just now,” she said, looking down at her lap. “And...well...I know she doesn’t like me. I’m not stupid. I know there’s a reason she doesn’t come out anymore when she knows I’m there, and our brief run ins since we first met always include a glare whenever she sees me. Don’t even try to deny it, Alex.”

He wasn’t going to, but his mouth had been open to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he would’ve said, so he closed his mouth again and allowed her to go on.

“I saw her and decided just to try and avoid her. I expected her to do the same. There was really no reason for her to approach me when it was just her, so I thought. But she came right up to me in the middle of an aisle and she...well, the best way to describe it is she went off on a tirade about not liking me and how she wishes you would just stop being friends with me, and even told me that I should be the one to end our friendship so that she didn’t have to stress about me and you anymore.”

Alex’s hands balled into fists on his lap. He couldn’t believe Cheryl would really go up to (Y/N) like that when he wasn’t around. Like (Y/N), he figured that Cheryl would’ve just walked the other way and left her alone since she disliked her so much. But to go up to his best friend in a public and to go as far as telling her to stop being friends with him for the sake of a relationship that wasn’t even a month in was further than he ever expected her to go.

“I thought you weren’t responding because she got to you first,” (Y/N) continued. “I thought she was going to come to you with some made up bullshit saying that I was the one who attacked her or something.”

“I haven’t heard from her,” Alex said. “I guess she’s waiting till whenever I see her next.”

“Listen, I’m sorry that I’m causing this strain on your relationship - ”

Alex reached out to take (Y/N)’s hand to cut her off. The contact sent a spark through him, but he tried his best to ignore it.

“You’re not the one causing any strain to my relationship. Cheryl is. She’s the one who is feeling so insecure about our relationship that she has to go as far as calling you down to the dirt while I’m not around. I’ve tried everything to assure her there’s nothing to worry about between us, but it’s not enough for her. I think...I don’t think I can continue this relationship with her. Especially not after what you told me.”

(Y/N) looked down at their joined hands. In a soft voice she said, “She’s a fucking bitch.”

Alex smiled and chuckled softly. (Y/N) did as well, and eventually, they were both laughing at her comment.

When the laughter died down silence fell over them. Neither one of them knew how to break it, but they didn’t really feel like they had to. Silence always felt comfortable between the two of them. They never felt like they had to speak if they didn’t want to. They could just sit like this for hours and it would be fine.

But their hands were still joined together. (Y/N) was tracing circles in the back of his hand with her thumb, almost absentmindedly. He liked the feeling of her hand against his. He never wanted to let go of her.

“You said you were writing when I came?” she finally asked, looking up at him. “Anything good?”

“Oh, um, I think so? I haven’t really put it together properly. It’s just a couple verses and a chorus that I have to finish.”

“Can I hear it? Or see what you have written, at least?”

His face burned at the question. He knew he was definitely blushing by the way that a confused look creeped on (Y/N)’s face. How did he show her this song, which was clearly about her and included a line about wanting to fuck her, and not absolutely ruin their friendship in this moment?

“I-I guess, if-if you wanted to,” he stuttered. “But, um...it’s...it’s a little embarrassing because...well, you were my muse for it.”

Her face seemed to brighten. “Really? You were writing about me?”

“Yeah. There’s some lyrics...well, you’d know it was about you the song is released so I guess there’s no getting around it, there’s some lyrics that are a bit...more than friendly.”

And there it was. There was no taking it back.

He watched her face, trying to gauge what her reaction to that revelation would be. She was just looking at him for a moment, as if registering his words, before a smirk crept across her face.

“Then show me,” she told him, her voice low and sultry the exact same way it had been in his imagination.

And Alex swore he had never been more excited than in that moment.

#alex turner #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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mecachrome · 3 months

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your oscar primer was absolutely brilliant, thank you so much for posting it!! well-researched, well-written, and a good balance of educational and hilarious. if you want to share, i’d be very interested in reading any of the parts you mentioned that you cut out, like george-admiring, oscar’s psyche, etc, but no pressure ofc 🫶

omg no thank you so much for your kind words, i appreciate it a lot!!! :D andddd let me see... honestly i was just going to add a few more quotes & anecdotes from other people about his personality but i ended up incorporating most of them into the primer (e.g. mark's), but in general i think it's really charming how Every Single Adult who has ever worked with oscar throughout the years is so deeply and immediately convinced of his maturity. i did work in most of this old ask but it has a few extra quotes in there from mclaren personnel! anyway more below the cut:

i guess really the thing to Me about oscar is like...... idk if this makes any sense but i personally love how he's naturally a really gracious and diplomatic person but is also deeeeeply self-assured and objective, which on one hand means he presents as quite humble when he doesn't make excuses for himself or get caught up in deceptively high results, but on the other also means he refuses to give anyone else credit for his own success; if you remember me briefly mentioning prematax in that post he talks about it in the f1fs pod where he basically goes i didn't win because of PREMA, in fact i've NEVER LOST TO A TEAMMATE, SO. like any racing driver that is def a big source of pride for him, and i think it speaks to the "silent killer" (per lando) side to him, the guy who mark says "falls asleep" when hearing stories of his (championless) career, who said that he supported mark out of national obligation growing up but—let us not forget—vettel was the one winning everything back then anyway, who says he put even more pressure on himself to win his final race in f2 despite having clinched the title 2 races prior because he felt the innate urge to prove that he wouldn't simply ease off the gas pedal and still had it in himself to subjugate the field one last time.

along these lines oomf and i have discussed before how he and alex rank similarly on the kind/nice dichotomy in a way that is slightly diametric to lando, wherein he is always willing to offer tidy bits of sympathy for someone else's struggles but doesn't ever really envision any of them as relevant to his own experiences, because getting caught up in that "external noise" would be a waste of time (even with logan in the f3 finale it was honestly kind of like "aw man that sucks, i'd hate for it to be me... ANYWAY"). like not to maybe exaggerate his interiority but i enjoy that he carries an amount of hidden tension that he obviously consciously decides to not take reactionary measures over—though that doesn't mean it isn't there, it's just very well regulated (unrelated but he does actually work with mental coach emma murray, who also works with scott mclaughlin and whom he says helped him center himself at the end of his eurocup season). but he's still very... unfiltered about when he's been disrespected in an unperturbed, straightforward manner, like saying otmar confronting him on the sim over being promoted to the seat was "bizarre and frankly upsetting," the face he made when he was told they'd overtaken alpine in the standings in 2023, telling the kids in that hp tuners interview that the renault engineers treated his first f1 test too nonchalantly, etc. 😭 like every interview back when he was a reserve driver was soooo "i'm gracious about being stuck in this role but also i've proven myself way too much to Not Hate This Compromise and i'll be pissed as hell if i don't get a seat next year"... i'll stop here but basically he is truly a master of balancing gritted-teeth conviction with his tactical charm and it is one of my fav things ever about him!!!

also another quote i love is this one from david sera about his driving style, because 1) i love the correlation between it and his personality/calmness, 2) i'm obsessed with the dynamic of his early rc days helping nurture a style of "finesse" in his driving throughout his junior career that may not have appeared naturally if he'd only begun racing in karting (and subsequently how he had to learn to not get "muscled around" after moving to europe), and 3) of course as a noted jb22 appreciator i love when people note similarities in his inputs to jb because it is delicious to ME:

Coming from a remote control car background where concentration, finesse and smooth inputs, these were the traits we saw in Oscar in the cadet category. [...] You would often see other drivers have an advantage in the early part of the race, driving more aggressively, but Oscar had a more calm approach.

c__c but back to the first part of the ask and our good friend russell jorge, i'm mostly obsessed with oscar's reactions to his performance at the rollercoaster that was spa 2021 and the fact that he's been so vocally appreciate of george "outperforming" the car he was in. the 2 instances of the word HERO on his twitter:

and then this quote in an interview he did in 2022:

"[Success] is definitely not just defined by just world championships, and if you can outperform the car that you're in—I think George Russell has been a very fine example of that in years previous, you know, constantly getting the most out of that Williams and of course Spa. (laughs) Bit controversial, but he got a podium at the end of the day! And even without that, he qualified second, he outqualified everyone except Max in a Williams, which, you know, is an unbelievable result."

also george being the only f1 driver (i think) to tweet him for his f2 title :saluting_face:

AND ALSO THEM SHARING THE ANECDOTE OF THEIR AWKWARD FIRST MEETING ON THE FAST & CURIOUS POD??? aka oscar was told in his april 2023 ep that they were going to interview george next and he was like oh ok you can ask him about our "slightly left-field introduction," and then they had george on who was like oh yeah i met oscar for the first time washing our hands together in the bathroom on our way to the ausgp in 2020 😭 what a way to meet.

#ask #SORRY FOR THIS WORD SALAD...

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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idk if it’s been done but a blurb where reader bets spencer that she can make him cum before he finishes the crossword

oh damn i love this idea

The idea creeps into your head after Spencer times Alex doing the morning crossword and humbly brags that he did it quicker that morning.

She turns to you and complains about your husband lightheartedly. "He never loses."

So, set on helping her, the next Monday, when you find Spencer sitting in the living room preparing himself to battle the words, you set your plan into action. Walking over and gently touching his thigh, he looks up at you with a smile.

"Wanna time me?" He offers out the stopwatch. He's got his glasses on, not yet switched to contacts.

You shake your head, fingers trailing up his thigh to where he's already stirring in your pants. "I kind of wanted to do something else."

His eyebrows raise in surprise, but he's not about to decline your offer to make it a very good morning. "Uh, yeah, okay, sure."

You take the crossword and stopwatch from him. "No, you're going to be on the clock, and I'm going to make you cum before you finish."

He scoffs, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to get his cock out while you get on your knees. "Good luck."

You don't start the timer right away, not letting him see the puzzle until he's fully hard. Teasing him is always an easy way to get him to cum quicker. "Go." You say, tongue brushing over the tip as you hand over the paper and start the timer.

He takes it with shakier hands than usual, quickly reading through the clues before he starts writing. He's off to a good start while you teasingly only suck the tip of his cock, but taking him down your throat completely has him tensing and a little groan slipping past his lips.

Hollowing out your cheeks with your tongue flat and bobbing your head up and down has him struggling to think. He knows he's much slower than usual and knows the words, but he can't seem to think of them. His pattern recognition strategy also isn't working. The little moans he's trying to conceal motivate you.

Unfortunately, he can't just block you out by closing his eyes, so he takes a deep breath in and concentrates.

He gets a couple more words in and gets closer to his usual average time once he gets accustomed to your strategy, so you switch it up, letting him hit the back of your throat and making you gag each time.

"Fuck." He moans, almost ready to forfeit, but he's a little more determined than that. However, you are too. It's very hard, he finds, to not let his glasses fog up while he breathes hard.

You're unrelenting, not giving him a moment to focus on the words in your diligent efforts to make him cum. It's game over, not even seven minutes in, when you simultaneously, cup his balls, make eye contact with him, and swipe your tongue over the very sensitive tip.

He spills into your mouth with a louder moan, throwing his head back, and completely forgetting about the crossword.

You pull off him, swallowing before smugly grinning at him. "Hurry up, Spence. You don't want your average time for the week to start so high."

Dazed, he picks up the paper again, filling in the last few words now that you've relieved the pressure, allowing blood to flow to his brain rather than it all being forced to his cock.

"Done." He declares, and you look at the stopwatch.

"Damn, seven minutes and thirty-two seconds." You announce, proud of yourself.

There's no doubt Alex will win this morning. It's the longest time you've seen him get in months.

You stand up, leaning over to kiss him. "I hate you." He mumbles against your lips with a blissful smile.

"Too bad." You reply. "You're stuck with me. Now put your pants on so we can go. I've got to brush my teeth again."

Alex is prepared for her turn to do the crossword when you get into the BAU. Spencer reads out the clues, and you time her while grinning at him.

"Four minutes and fifty-one seconds." You announce, loud enough you get the attention of everyone on the team but Hotch as they walk past. "I think we have a winner."

Alex looks surprised. "How long did it take you?" She asks.

Spencer glares at you, and you know he's about to lie to her, so you jump in. "Seven, thirty-two."

"No way." She shakes her head in disbelief. "That was an easy one."

"I got stuck on seven down," Spencer claims when he really just got stuck on you going down on him.

Morgan takes the crossword from her, reading out the clue. "Sexually attractive, six letters." He repeats, making everyone laugh while Spencer blushes.

You laugh too, hitting him on the shoulder as you sit next to him on top of his desk. "Idiot." You whisper affectionately. He could have at least picked a different clue, not one with nubile as an answer.

"Y/n didn't fit." He says uncharacteristically boldly, causing an even louder uproar of surprised gasps and comments.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid smut #criminal minds

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bubbleberryuniverse · 2 months

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OKAY SOME OF YOU SEEMED INTERESTED IN TEMPORAL KO SO!!! EHEHE this is a shared/collab AU with @here-to-cause-suffering, we both made the AU together and are working on it together, it's both of our AU and doesn't belong to one of us more than the other!!!

ANYWAY IN SHORT THE AU IS LIKE... you know the song Time Machine by Miracle Musical, yeah? Alex and I's interpretation of the song is that the time machine breaks down while being used, between time and space. And the person is stuck in the space between time and space for eternity. And I fixated on this song so hard I noclipped through multiple walls to make this AU with Alex /j

OKAY SO IN VERY SIMPLE EXPLAINATIONS... KO is in a time machine. Dendy made it— reasons why are still pending! But the whole thing is that, yk, the time machine breaks down between time and space, and KO freaks out and brute forces his way out of the time machine and into the space between space and time and he gets Fucked Up Badly. And they can time travel! :)

He doesn't have a specific look to him— he's merged, yeah— BUT he looks like he does in the reference of him most of the time, because he has some degree of control over how he looks/what he looks like. There isn't a "true look" or "true form" to them, though— they can be KO, TKO, PKO, MKO, he can be ANYTHING and EVERYTHING, something and nothing— every age and no age simultaneously (will talk abt this!) he just simply is. He is as he was, and he was as he is.

When traveling between space and time/when they're in between space and time, he's all over the place in very many senses of the word, because it doesn't rlly have control over/can't rlly consciously choose to look like how it wants. So! Fun!

Ehehee, they also don't have a specific age technically— he can appear as any age and be any age BUT BUT when talking about it casually he's 13-14 bc that's how old it was when this all happened + that's how old it is when just looking like how it defaults to, yk!

ALSO CANDY GORE. and rainbow vomit. ALSO ALSO its breath is almost constantly foggy... and its body is slowly slowly deteriorating and he's kinda slowly becoming something that CAN handle being between space and time.

Extra details... they're almost always in some form of pain 😭 Esp when their body decides to just glitch and turn into, idk, a chair or a loading symbol or its head becomes a PC blue screen... whatever you can even think of! It's all canon (within reason/this extends as far as we say it does /hj)

Also the half of his face with the hair covering his eye is his skull— and it's not visible underneath, y'know, his sweater n' stuff, but some of his ribs are exposed/visible too and a lot of his spine, as well! I have some silly concept whiteboard doodles to share sometime that I need to make good use of 😭 /hj

EHEHEHE please feel free to send me or Alex asks abt this, we'd love to talk about them!!! He's so neat and so cool ehehe... look at him, baby boy baby.

#ok ko #ok ko lets be heroes #ok ko lakewood plaza turbo #ok ko lbh #ok ko au #angst #body horror #time travel #ok ko alternate universe #ok ko aus #temporal!ko au #vomit mention #ask to tag

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adorawritesalot · 1 year

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Because of my friend, i have found your account so you are also stuck with me (also the fact you still like hamilton too AAAAhHH-)

Anyways, Alex and Tim with an s/o that's so, painfully tall? Like above 6'5 and loves carrying their boyfriend around, is also sleep deprived and runs on red bull mixed with black coffee if it's fine ajdhajaq

awwww LMAOOO hiii!! love that!! hope u meant headcannons, as i will be doing those (idk if these can even be called headcannons tho) :) if u want me to do a oneshot or anything, hmu! hope u enjoy:) (btw i could never leave the hamilton phase HAHAH)

Alex:

Bro would love you just carrying him around.

I feel like he wouldn't even try to deny it, especially pre-operator Alex.

Let's be honest, the first thing he noticed about you was your height- it was hard not to notice it, after all.

And then you looked at him and he just about melted.

The first time you carried him was when he was working until late at night, trying to write the script to Marble Hornets. He started at 2pm, now it was nearing 11pm, and you were worried about him. Normally you would be the one not sleeping, considering the amount of redbull and black coffee you consume (which worries him quite a lot), but now he was working overtime and you didn't like being alone in your shared bed.

You walked in the kitchen, seeing him at the dining table. He hasn't noticed you yet, he is too busy figuring out if Brian's lines sound forced or not.

You then wrapped your arms under his torso and knees and carried him bridal style to your bed. He goes on and on about how he has to finish his work, but you successfuly silence him with a kiss.

,,You know, you should carry me more often."

To get back to your addiction to rebulls and black coffee, he is concerned. The first few times you've slept in the same bed, he thought you fell asleep after him. Wrong. You were up all night.

Tim:

I feel like he would act like he doesn't care about you carrying him around, but he loves it. (mommy issues)

As Alex, he noticed your height before anything else. Then he became your friend and got to know you. He was sold.

The first time you carried him was when he was having a bad day. Little memory loss over the day, seeing things that weren't there.

Let's just say he was awaiting the end of his shift very impatiently. He just wanted to get home, have a shower, and lie down with you.

When he walked through the front door and saw you making your way towards him, all smiley and nice in his shirt, he collapsed into your arms. You were confused, but let him let it out while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

When he kind of calmed down, you took him, carried him all the way to the bathroom, and ran him a warm bubble bath. When you turned around to ask him if he wants the bubblegum or vanilla bubbles, you saw his slightly stunned face.

,,What's wrong?"

He doesn't want to tell you that the carrying made his heart flutter. Finally he could count on someone other than himself, and it felt great.

,,I just appreciate you a lot, darlin'."

The rest of the night was spent with laughter and cuddles.

Of course, he also tried to get you to stop drinking redbull so much, or even the coffee. He just wants you to sleep normally. He can't sometimes either, but it's because of something a bit different than the redbull+black coffee combo.

He was unsuccessful in trying to get you to leave the redbulls.

He is very bothered by the way you just drink a redbull in two minutes and finish a mug of black coffee five minutes later.

He might start hiding them. What could go wrong?

#marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim masky #tim wright deserves a hug #tim wright x reader #x reader #creepypasta fandom #lmao help #mh tim #mh alex #alex kralie #alex marble hornets #alex kralie x reader #alex kralie x you #i love tim so much #i love them #hope u like this

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silverspleen · 13 hours

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Still gently bewildered by Hadir's motivations, like, obviously not when it comes to main plot beats, I totally understand his motivations with the lengths he'll go to to ensure his goals are met, but why specifically did he encourage Alex to be in the position he's in with Farah. He is so chummy with him!

I mean besides the fact that Alex + Gaz are the two MW19 PCs so like, they are legally obligated to be actively involved in the narrative to draw in the player and keep them informed via the avatar of two very pretty military boys, and the players needs to be in a position where Hadir "Alex we're brothers now" Karim betrays you to be like "GASP but we're bros."

But Hadir, sir, that man's job is not just "killing russians" it's also destabilizing small countries for the united states government it is only by the grace of him being a MASSIVE SIMP for your sister and her iron fucking will that he's stuck around for as long as he has. Hadir wasn't even there for Alex being like "lol I'm defecting" when Laswell tried to pull him out. He was gone! The betrayal had happened! Dude you were there for the "I don't decide where I go they just send me" rooftop conversation, Alex is a third party with very ulterior motives why are you playing so niceys with him!

This man's entire job is to be here on behalf of the us government hunting down chemical weapons and you, the man who has stolen the chemical weapons with plans to actively use them against your very bullheaded sister's wishes are like, making cute lil' guns for him and your sister like :) "Alex pls tell my sister when I betray her to not freak out and try to murder me, Alex do u promise? promise to explain?" like, dude this man's entire job in your country was to hunt you down???

"Alex why did you bring her here?" (Wolf's Den) Man, first of all you clearly know Farah is going to do what she wants and it should be obvious by this point that Alex will 100% support her. Second of all this is literally his mission.

Third of all you have known this man for exactly

(checks wiki)

THREE DAYS

anyway

I'm assuming it all has to logically come back to Farah and the fact that he's her older brother. Obviously culturally I'm not sure how the older+younger sibling dynamic goes when you spend your childhood in russian prison camp and your baby sister is your CO but like, he clearly still loves her so much despite their ideological differences. And it really seems like ideological differences are not a huge deal for him. There's the fact that later he is very much convinced (correctly) that Price will help him destroy the gas factory completely based on their shared history and relationship with Farah, so like, emotions are really driving his actions. He knew Farah would hate him and he wouldn't be able to be there for her and idk he's projecting something onto Alex a little methinks. Alex is helpful for like... three days and Hadir's brain gets to thinking. Probably reading into it too much but that's what I'm gonna stick to as some kind of character analysis.

It's all means to an end but idk it feels weirdly naive of him to be so lackadaisical with alliances??? which is both charming and deeply tragic in it's own right. Like, it worked out, it was a good idea to get Alex so involved considering I'm vaguely aware that by MW3 he is still Farah's second, but like, idk dude were there not any nice ULF guys you could have gotten to replace you when you defected to the faction Farah fucking hates???? No??? This fuckin'... All American CIA guy you've known for three days is your brother now and who you're going to entrust your sister to? ok then

#Hadir what is wrong with you this man has an AMERICAN FLAG. TATTOOED. on his ARM.#you should trust him about as far as you can throw him #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw 2019 #faralex #farah karim #hadir karim #alex keller #long post #meta #call of duty

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szyszkasosnowa · 1 month

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⭐️⚡️✨ for the lost headcanon asks!

OMG thank you!!!

⭐️ headcanon about my favorite character

BEN HEADCANONS

I believe it's something of a universal fanon but: he actually likes bunnies and taking care of them, instead of only using them as a means to his Evil Plans :)

He had a crush on Richard as a teenager/young adult... with Richard being The Only Person Who Cares About Me etc. Fortunately, his stalking skills and resources back then weren't what they are now. And he probably grew out of it.

He homeschooled Alex. I believe he was fine with teaching high-school level of any subject. If Alex got interested in something he's not familiar with on a higher level, like science, he'd ask someone like Ethan or Juliet etc to teach her. But Alex got super into history so Ben was like yessss >:)

Alex mentioned she'd like to go to the university to study history and Ben got scared because if he let her, she could very well decide to stay off the island forever. But he didn't want to outright forbid her (it was before The Karl Thing and their relationship was still good) so he said 'of course :)' and started to plan how to manipulate Alex into not wanting to go to the university anymore.

✨headcanon about the flash sideways

Jacob and MiB were stuck in the flash sideways universe for a very, very, VERY long time doing the community service by helping all the people they fucked over in the original universe. They also had to do it TOGETHER until they learned the lesson of 'maybe don't kill your brother when you're angry with him'.

I also believe in this universe they got raised by Claudia. I'm not sure how it would work timeline-wise, but if they landed in the Modern!AU with everyone else, I imagine MiB would become some kind of an engineer and Jacob an artist, therefore they would represent the ultimate animosity of the modern age: STEM vs humanities.

I see a great comedic potential in here, you know.

⚡️ headcanon about the island

This place is a freakshow.

In all honesty, Idk, I need some time to form any coherent image of the Island... Like does it have some sort of mind of its own? Or is it just how people interpret stuff which Jacob an MiB do? What happens when the protector fails? I just don't know!

#lost #benjamin linus #jacob lost #the man in black #oc

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callsign-bunnie · 10 months

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Hey hey idk if you're taking requests rn but if you're not just ignore me but

Where is David please I'm scared for my boy (roundabout way of asking for grape crush)

Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh... Before I post this chapter, I just want to say... I had this planned before I received this ask and my first instinct was "oh no" but it's the only ask I've gotten for it :D

Somehow, Gaz and Rodolfo had gotten kidnapped together, again. After last time… Gaz would admit that he was not happy with it. Because it was the same scenario. They were tied with their backs to each other, arms bound to each others, wrists bound to each other.

“Are you alright?” Rodolfo asked, his tone gentle.

Gaz winced. “Yeah… you’re not going to sacrifice yourself this time, right?”

“No promises.” Rodolfo chuckled and then sighed. “We should be in and out. I have a tracker on me, this time.”

“What??” Gaz blinked, surprised. “When??”

“My watch, can you feel to see if it’s still on my wrist?”

Gaz wiggled and then felt along Rodolfo’s wrists, relaxing when he felt that smartwatch Rodolfo wore everywhere. He did remember Alejandro complaining that he needed to upgrade Rodolfo’s, but Rodolfo had complained about only having just gotten used to his new phone. “It’s still there.”

“Good. Alejandro upgraded it without telling me and it’s GPS capable. So, hopefully, he’ll be able to find us. So just… sit tight.”

“Wonderful. You know, I think once all of this is fucking over, I’m just going to retire. I have been kidnapped too many times.”

“How many helicopters have you fallen out of?”

“...Too many.”

Both laughed and then Gaz sighed, closing his eyes. “With any luck, neither of us will get shot, this time.” He half joked and then sighed. “So.. What do we do while waiting?”

“You could tell me the rest of that story?”

“A story?” Gaz jerked back at a face suddenly in his view, cursing. He felt Rodolfo tense behind him. The face had a mask on, and sunglasses too. “I like stories.” Their voice was accented, and if Gaz had to guess, it was Korean.

They were hanging upside down in front of Gaz, just sort of staring at him. Then, they dropped down and another person came into view, tall and imposing. They intimidated Gaz, he’d admit, because they had to be taller than Ghost and Gaz was sitting on the floor.

“Look, my husband will be-” Rudy started.

“Save it, El Sin Nombre told us to let you go.” The first sat on the floor, cross legged. “She doesn’t want to deal with said husband, apparently. Also, Koenig grabbed the wrong people.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “That’s… King in German, right?”

“You know German?” The tall one spoke up, looking excited.

“I took a couple classes in school.” Gaz winced. “I don’t know much…”

“You know any Korean?” The other asked, chuckling. “Mine is Horangi.”

Gaz winced, because he did not know any Korean. Rodolfo’s head fell back against Gaz’s neck and Gaz could hear him sigh in exasperation. Yeah, him too, Rudy. “No. I don’t.”

“It means Tiger.” Horangi sighed and then he was leaning forward. “You mentioned a story. I want to hear it.”

“I don’t know if we have time for a story.” Gaz tried, though he was wary from Graves. “If we’re being let go.”

“Eh, there’s an emp, that GPS tracker won’t work. So…” Horangi trailed off and Gaz caught the implication. “Koenig, do you want to hear a story?”

“I would, Kätzchen.” Koenig said as he sat down.

Gaz… had to resist very hard not to make a comment on the fact he knew kätzchen meant kitten. It was… almost impossible. But, it was very ridiculous to see this giant fucking man (who had some sort of weird hood over his head…) call the other man kitten in german.

However, Gaz had heard the most ridiculous nicknames in Spanish come out of Alejandro’s mouth. He was… so grateful Alex just stuck to baby. He didn’t need any weird nicknames. Babe and baby were fine.

Rodolfo sighed. “Just… finish the story Gaz so we can get out of here, hermano.”

Gaz… had to resist a very petty moment of groaning and saying he didn’t want to. He was really proud of his restraint as of late. “Well, it won’t work for you to come in at the middle, so I guess I have to tell the first part…”

“Wonderful!” Horangi nodded, sounding amused. “We have as long as needed.”

“Perfect.” Gaz muttered before groaning and sighing, going through the entire first bit of the story.

“So, wait, what happened to your brother… David?” Koenig asked, now laying on the floor, his body half in Horangi’s lap. Gaz thought they were both ridiculous, but he wasn’t going to say anything.

Also, somehow, more members of their PMC had came in and were now sitting around the cell.

Gaz sighed. “I didn’t get to that point yet. I was about to and you just interrupted me.”

“You’re a very good storyteller.” Rudy complimented. They’d been untied at that point, since there were now EIGHT mercenaries in the room with them. “Very immersive.”

“Thank you.” Gaz softened, genuinely taking the compliment. “Now, can I tell the rest or…”

“Right, right.” Koenig nodded. “Go ahead.”

Gaz rolled his eyes and then sighed, leaning his head back as he continued.

Kyle woke up late, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. When he woke up, he pulled on clothes for the day and started to think about how he would try to make up with David. He still had some money left, so maybe they could find somewhere to eat lunch and he could apologize for getting so angry.

He did notice that David wasn’t in his bed, but David was late to sleep, early to rise, so he wasn’t too surprised. He was sure he’d have to track him down, but… that was fine.

He decided to ask his other siblings first, since they would probably know. If they didn’t, he’d go and look for Jess.

So, he went down the hallway to Michael and Brandon’s room, pausing when he saw the door was wide open. Frowning, he walked up to the door and peeked in, realizing all of his siblings were in there. Except Anna, the sister David had to bribe to go with him.

And David…

“What’s going on?” He asked, seeing everyone was sort of sitting around. Everyone immediately turned to stare at him and he backed up before realizing Lena was there.

She was the oldest of them, and she’d recently aged out so she had been in Uni and hadn’t came on the vacation. So, for her to be there it had to be… important. They’d actually been fairly close until she’d left. “Kyle…” She came over and made him sit on a nearby bed.

Kyle frowned more and looked around at everyone staring at him. “Where’s David?”

Michael and Brandon both winced and Lena smiled, though it wasn’t quite right. It was… sympathetic. “As you know, Mum and Dad had to rush to the police station last night…”

Kyle nodded. “Okay…”

“Well,” Lena winced. “It was about David. He went to a party, right? With a girl named Jess?”

“And Anna, yeah..” Kyle tilted his head, now very confused. “Did he get in trouble? I’m sorry, I should have went with him…”

No one answered his question. Lena just took a deep breath. “This party had some… drugs and they didn’t react well with the alcohol in his system. He had a really bad reaction.”

Kyle’s stomach sank. “Wait, he’s hurt?? Is he in the hospital? I should go see him!” He got up and went to leave, but Lena grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. Reluctantly, he sat back down and frowned. “What? If he’s in the hospital, I should go and see him.”

“He’s not in the hospital, Kyle…” Michael spoke up, his voice rough. Now, everyone was avoiding his eyes. “Anna is, but he’s not.”

Kyle frowned. “Is he in Jail?” That wouldn’t be good, he knew bail would likely be expensive. Of course, he knew David would spin it and tell it to everyone at school, that’s just how David was. He’d tell all the girls he had a “record” and try to use it to look cool.

He could already imagine him telling the story about how he got arrested for doing drugs at a party. Mum and Dad would be pissed as hell, but David never gave a shit about that.

Lena looked away from him, which confused Kyle more than anything else. “Please, just fucking say it, Lena.” He snapped, now getting irritated. “If he’s in jail, I can handle it.”

“He’s dead, Kyle.” Lena mumbled, almost too quiet to be heard, and Kyle almost wished he hadn’t.

“What?” It was so dumb to be the first word out of his mouth but he still found himself struggling to comprehend what she was saying. “No, no… That’s… No…”

“He is. An ambulance was called… Both he and Jess died, apparently. Curled up together on a bench.” Lena murmured, softly. “The drugs made them both scared so they apparently stayed as close to each other as possible.”

Well, the first thought in Kyle’s mind was… how romantic. The second was that there was no fucking way this was happening right now. “No! That’s not- That’s not fair! I was supposed to apologize this morning! I was supposed to apologize and we were supposed to make up and this was supposed to be something dumb we forgot about, what do you mean he’s dead?!”

“Kyle, please calm down,” Lena pleaded, and now everyone was avoiding his eyes. She took his hands. “He didn’t die in pain.”

“Oh, fuck that, I don’t bloody care about that! He’s dead, who gives a fuck if it’s in pain or not, why did he die?!” Tears welled up in his chest and he refused to cry in front of everyone. “Please, let this just be another prank…” He begged Lena, since David had pulled jokes on him before. “I’ll forgive him if it is, please…”

“It’s not, Kyle. I’m sorry.” She went to hug him and Kyle jerked away from her, not wanting to be touched at all. “Kyle-”

Kyle shook his head. “This isn’t fair…” David had died before Kyle had had the chance to tell him he was sorry and that he forgave him. David had died thinking Kyle was angry at him. That wasn’t fucking fair! For either of them!

He looked around the room, just more frustrated when no one met his eyes. Fuck this.

He turned around and left.

Kyle felt the water lazily move the board he was laying on his stomach on. He’d used the Kiwi wax, since David had preferred that scent. He’d even marched into the little store and asked for the Sex Wax brand. The guy at the cash register had looked too startled by his confidence to really poke fun at him or anything, which Kyle was grateful for.

Now, he was on his stomach, laying his head on his arms and looking at where the sun was still rising on the horizon. David had preferred sunsets but… Kyle had woken up too early.

It’d been a week since David had died. Mostly, he just stayed out of the hotel. Thankfully, everyone left him alone about it, too. No one really talked to him, even Lena. Maybe someone else would consider that cruel, but Kyle knew if they’d tried, he would have started to punch people.

They were going home in a week. Kyle wasn’t sure if he was happy or not about that. He couldn’t imagine going home without his brother. Well, he guessed they were. But… he’d imagined being bugged by David for the window seat of the plane, not… having to ship him home.

Kyle shifted so he could move his right arm, using his index finger to touch the surface of the water. He’d considered wearing David’s wetsuit, but that’d felt wrong, even though he knew he’d fit in it. So, he’d just shoved it in David’s suitcase. His mum had considered shoving David in his suitcase as well and Kyle had had to fight not to laugh, because he knew David would have found that hilarious and would have encouraged it. Instead, they’d paid to send him home and Kyle had hid in his closet and cried.

His fingertip sent ripples through the water, though they were quickly broken up by the motion of the waves. He pulled his arm back onto the board and closed his eyes, trying to focus on the rocking of the board.

He wished he’d let David drag him to more lessons. He’d go back and fix it if he could. Or at least apologize. He’d let David drag him to a hundred more lessons if he could. Just a few more with him or even one.

Tears ran down his face and he didn’t bother to wipe them. He didn’t care enough to. No one was around, he didn’t need to fight them or hide them.

He heard soft splashing nearby and ignored it, not having the energy to turn his head and look to see what it was. He just hoped it was someone else who’d had

But, then something was nudging the board, so he had to turn, frowning when he was met with Alex, who was swimming beside the board, his hand on it. “Hey.” Alex smiled, his expression soft, empathetic. “One of the others mentioned a kid came out on the water.”

Kyle bit the inside of his lip and finally wiped his face. “Yeah… I just… wanted to come out here, I guess.”

“I heard about what happened when they told us about Jess.” Alex hesitated. “I’d tell you I’m sorry, but it doesn’t really help, does it?”

Kyle went quiet before shaking his head. It really didn’t. “I think it just makes everyone else feel useful.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Alex nodded and then he was also quiet for a moment. “They want to feel like they’re helping to ease the grief, but time is pretty much the only thing that does that.”

“I don’t think this will ease.” Kyle shook his head. His chest hurt with the grief and there had been a few times he’d genuinely worried he’d suffocate to death on it.

Alex smiled. “It does. I promise. This is from experience.”

Kyle frowned, but he didn’t want to ask. He really didn’t want to try to relate to someone over a loved one dying. That felt so… cliche. “Oh.” Was all he said and looked back down at the board before finally pushing up so he could straddle it, remembering how he was supposed to.

“I found something in the lifeguard tower. Well, I think it belongs to Braedon, but he doesn’t have to know.” Alex nudged him. “You wanna come see?”

Kyle still, somehow, blushed when Alex nudged him and he hesitated before nodding and letting Alex guide the board closer to the beach before washing ashore and getting up, detaching his leg from the leash.

Alex stuck the board in the sand before gesturing him over where a beach blanket had been set up. Kyle sat down and accepted a can of soda from him before watching him sit and get out a little silver box thing. Then, it unfolded and Kyle recognized it as one of those portable DVD players. “I was fucking with it, and you’ll never guess what movie was in it.”

Kyle tilted his head, watching him put the DVD player on a box which had been on the blanket. “What movie?”

“Surf’s Up. What a coincidence, right?” Alex half grinned at him and then he moved back to sit by Kyle. “I immediately thought of you.”

He thought of you. “Oh…” Kyle blushed and softened. He really doubted it was actually a coincidence, but he didn’t say anything, deciding he’d like to pretend, anyway. He watched Alex hit play and pulled his knees up, hugging them and holding onto his soda.

Alex leaned back onto his hands and Kyle focused his attention on the movie, listening to both it and the waves crashing behind him. He did manage to laugh at the sea urchin scene and he definitely picked up Alex going quiet at Cody’s speech.

He had to say, in the three years after David’s death, no one had quite managed to comfort him in his grief like Alex had. They’d barely spoken while watching the movie, just occasionally commenting on funny moments.

Afterwards, Alex had let Kyle talk about his favorite memories with David, and then he’d patiently sat there while he’d cried.

When Kyle had hugged him, he hadn’t pushed him away, just hugged back, and he hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t said any bullshit, like “it’ll be okay” or “I’m sorry” or anything like that.

People liked to say things and maybe that had been why Alex had been comforting. Because he hadn’t said anything except to ask if Kyle had wanted another soda.

Kyle would admit, it had eased the grief a little.

“You know…” Alex started as he picked up the portable DVD player, “it really does get better. It’s like breaking a bone. You don’t think your arm will ever get better, but if you let it heal and nurse it and stretch the limb so it doesn’t grow stiff, it does get better, I promise.”

“What if I don’t want it to get better?” Kyle mumbled. “That… that feels wrong. David deserves more than to be a faded memory.”

“All people are faded memories.” Alex said as he held out his hand and pulled Kyle to stand. “One day I will be. That’s how people are. But, you’ll never forget him. There will always be little things that you look at and you’ll think “David would love that” and it’ll bring the memory back.”

Kyle hesitated before deciding to accept that. “I don’t think I’m going to come to lessons this week…”

“That’s alright, Kyle, I wouldn’t ask you to.” Alex touched his shoulder and then he was half hugging him. “I promise and you can track me down and yell at me if it doesn’t, but… it does get better. One day, you’ll poke at the wound and notice it doesn’t quite throb the same.”

Kyle wasn’t sure he fully believed that, but hey, if it didn’t, it was an excuse to see Alex again. “David thought you were cool, by the way.”

“Really?” Alex half smiled at him, picking up the blanket. “I think if I had talked to him more, we could have been friends. Jess really talked about liking him…”

Kyle watched him pause for a moment before shaking his head and continuing. He stopped and touched Alex’s arm. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay about Jess because you’re comforting me… You two seemed close.”

“We were.” Alex admitted and then sighed. “I didn’t meet her until I got here but… I’m gay, she was trans… We sort of had to stick together, you know? She really wasn’t as cool as she tried to come off. Kind of dorky, honestly. I’m going to miss her.”

Kyle felt kind of bad that Alex had set aside his own stuff to comfort him and he looked down. “I’m sorry… It’s… It’s really horrible. Do you think she would have kept talking to David if they’d um… stayed alive?”

“Yeah. She was already joking about having to upgrade her phone plan for overseas texting.” Alex nudged him. “She really did like him.”

Kyle was glad that David had at least been lucky with his crush. Tears welled up in his eyes, again, and he sniffled, trying not to let them spill. “I’m glad… He really liked her.”

Alex looked at him and then he was setting everything he had down, hugging Kyle again. Kyle hugged back, but still fought away the tears, not really wanting to cry again. He hated crying and he was doing it so much… “I should have went with him…” Kyle mumbled. “I was just frustrated and I thought it would be fine… I hope… I hope he didn’t think I hated him.”

“He didn’t, I’m sure he didn’t.” Alex shook his head. “You’re brothers, you fight. It happens…”

Kyle didn’t believe him. He really didn’t. “I should have sucked it up and went… apologized… He just liked hanging out with me and I pushed him away… I’m horrible…”

“No you’re not, Kyle, you’re 15.”

“And a half…”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re 15 and a half. Trust me, everyone does shit they regret at that age.” Alex rubbed his back and sighed.

Kyle shook his head. “Not to this extent.”

“Kyle, I told my friend that I wouldn’t go to her funeral and she killed herself the next day.”

Kyle paused. “Okay, maybe to this extent…” He admitted, because holy fuck. Well, that explained how Alex had experience, jesus fucking christ. “You win. That’s horrible.”

“I wasn’t… trying to win, but hey, I’ll take it.” Alex chuckled and pulled away. “Don’t get yourself too hard. Okay? You planned to apologize, right?”

Kyle nodded, because he had. “Yeah…”

“Then… leave it at that. The world had other plans, there was nothing you could have done.” Alex nudged him. “Okay?”

Kyle hesitated before sighing and nodding, again choosing to accept Alex’s words. “Okay…”

“Alright. Come on, kid, let’s go find something else to do, okay?”

Kyle hesitated before nodding.

He didn’t see Alex much more in the week before he left. He’d decided to spend it with Lena and she had kept him fairly occupied. He did find Alex on the last day and told him goodbye, and Alex had asked him how he was doing.

Kyle had just shrugged, not doing a good job.

As it was, Alex had been right, as the memory had faded fairly quickly, leaving him with just his grief, which school had done its best to distract him from fairly quickly as well.

Within a few months of being home, that summer had been nothing more than a hazy fever dream, one that he looked at with equal fondness and grief.

One long grape crush.

Koenig and Horangi were both staring at him. “He died???” Koenig exclaimed before starting to curse in German. “That’s bullshit!”

“What can I tell you?” Gaz couldn’t help laughing. “It’s my life, I can’t change it.” Honestly? David would have been laughing too.

Rodolfo seemed to share their sentiment. “I regret listening to this story.”

“You wanted me to share it!!” Gaz huffed, though he really was amused.

A particularly terrifying member named Roze was borderline in tears which was… an odd sight. Gaz knew she was an ex member of the Shadow Company, which… What a small world. “That’s so awful…” She said, shaking her head.

“But sweet.” Another one, who’d introduced himself as Oni, spoke up. “I mean… he died with Jess, his crush. That’s romantic, right??”

“He died!” Horangi exclaimed. “That’s horrible! I thought this would be a fun story, you have ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “I never said it would be fun… I said it was a story.”

Everyone glared at him, but he just shrugged. “Can we go now?” Gaz asked, crossing his arms. “I told the story, can we leave?”

Reluctantly, they were let go, and Gaz was cussed out a few times on the way out, but whatever, as long as he could leave. Rodolfo found them a car and they went right back to the base where Gaz was surprised by Farah being there. She’d been helping to look for him, this time.

“They let us go, apparently Valeria told them to.” Rodolfo explained when they’d finally gotten back, though he was fairly quickly dragged away by Alejandro.

Gross.

So, Gaz had went to Alex, Price, and Farah. “I am done being kidnapped, I have decided I need a vacation.”

“Oh?” Price snorted, crossing his arms. “Hey, maybe we could go to the beach.” He joked, nudging Gaz. “Go swimming.”

Gaz’s face went dark red and he glared at Price. He went to retort, but then Alex was wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close, chuckling. “Not a good idea, sir. Kyle tends to get sucked into riptides.” Farah immediately started to snicker behind Alex and Gaz turned to Alex, his eyes wide as realization struck.

“You remembered?!” Gaz asked, pulling away from him. “This whole time?!”

“Pretty much since you mentioned the lifeguard in Seaporte, yep.” Alex laughed. “I put the pieces together almost immediately. I thought the irony was… funny. There we were, in another beach town, but the situation was flipped where I was the one with the ridiculously inappropriate crush. I told Farah the story when I went back to Urzikstan to help her out.”

“He was kind of a dork about it.” Farah nodded, smiling affectionately and laughing when Alex glared at her. “Came to me all panicked, too, like ‘what do I do??’”

Price snorted and Gaz’s face only went deeper red. “Well, Keller, I can’t say you both aren’t perfect for each other.” He said, clapping Alex’s shoulder.

Gaz glared at Price before relaxing when Alex pulled him close again. Alex chuckled, softly, and kissed his cheek. “It’s sweet.”

“Yeah, sure.” Gaz rolled his eyes, but he did soften and didn’t pull away. “The beach does not sound nice, however, because I’m still not over Seaporte.”

“Fair.” Alex nodded and then snorted. “Now that’ll be a story one day.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

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Heyo! Sorry for coming into ur ask box randomly but I was thinking about one of ur responses to the last ask meme about how you have some ideas stewing on the backburner that, if you wrote them, would probably be huge and maybe more work than you could have time/energy for. if the universe was the perfect place that we deserve where we could just. beam our thoughts into a blank doc perfectly somehow, what are a couple of the things that you'd write?

aw man... well, in no particular order, I've done very rough idea-sketching for the following trigun AUs:

basically Stephen King's The Mist except a bunch of people are stuck in a diner were Vash (vagrant with mysterious past) is working as a dishwasher and Wolfwood (priest who manages the orphanage attached to a megachurch with deep corruption) is taking about a dozen kids out for lunch so that Miss Melanie can get some shut-eye. the mist happens and all sorts of dramas afflict the diner and then when a select bunch end up running for it (led by the newly-bonded-in-fire V&W) they need to traverse a town full of fog and nightmares to find Melanie, the rest of the kids, and a way to escape

seafaring AU wherein Knives and Vash are selkies and Knives stole his own twin's skin and keeps Vash imprisoned in the belly of his infamous Flying Dutchman-style ghost ship called the Ark. Wolfwood died at sea and was offered a soul-indenture deal as crew for the Ark and now he's the assistant ships' cook and has all sorts of religious trauma. he finds a mysterious naked, scarred man in the bilge and slowly unfolds the truth and vows to steal back Vash's skin, even knowing that he himself can never leave the Ark.

beauty and the beast AU with uncanny monster Vash in a thorned-in castle... parts of this ended up in my big bang fic

fae court AU where Vash and Knives are the summer & winter, seelie & unseelie double faces of the same entity, who maybe split themselves in half during (or in reaction to) a past trauma? (some of the aesthetic of this made it to the BB fic)

a fantasy prince!Vash & knight!Wolfwood AU in which the twins are supposedly the children of the late princess Rem and her husband Alex but actually they were secretly foundlings of unknown origin and it's a scandal for them to be claimed as royalty. meanwhile the king's master alchemist is doing some human experimentation bullshit on the downlow and is stealing scullery kids and orphans who muck the stables for pennies or whatever, and doing Eye of Michael nonsense to them. Wolfwood is such a success that he's quietly slipped back into palace life as a page, to act as a closed mouth and open ears to the affairs of nobles etc. He and Vash are age peers and end up running into each other and becoming fast friends over years; meanwhile Knives is uncovering the corruption in the castle and instead of reporting it, he's taking it over. this one would for real for real be way too long for me to ever write, because I was daydreaming that it would go on for like, multiple action set pieces and changes of status quo, and several decades of Vash & WW's lives, and eventually Knives would kill the king and take over, and V & WW would be the outlaw & his rogue knight, and yadda yadda yadda it's a 450K fanfic that I want to read but not write

music scene AU in which WW is stage crew and Vash is the reclusive identical twin of famous punk/glam rocker Knives (stage name), and WW finds the person he thinks is the talent wandering lost backstage and is like these goddamn stars always so goddamn high, ugh, until he chases Vash down and Vash is like ohhh no I'm just back here because my brother invited me ahaha... hi you're cute... IDK, this could be long or it could just be a short PWP of vashwood hooking up in the green room, lol

direct Green Knight AU in which Wolfwood is the fledgling knight starved for praise who doesn't actually like violence and prefers softness and comfort, but when he perceives his masculinity as being tested he goes all-in on violence and does the classic thing of beheading the Green Knight in the contest of blows. and then he goes on his journey etc etc and encounters Lord Bertilak, who would be Vash, and they play the game of exchanges of gifts, except in this version when the lady of the house gives WW a sexual favor he doesn't cheap out like the movie did and not have Dev Patel give Joel Edgerton a handjob! it was right there! come on, we were robbed! ahem. uh. yeah. a lot of this ended up in my BB fic also. XD

like a Mr & Mrs Smith comedy AU in which Vash and Wolfwood both are either criminals or one is a criminal and one is an undercover operative and they're both trying to blow the whistle on Knives' crime ring without letting each other get wind of what they're doing and it plays out for way too long before they finally realize they were doing the same thing the whole time

I did the research for this whole fuckin thing set in 1814 England of Vash having just come home from losing an arm in the Napoleonic Wars and becoming friends with the local Anglican priest who takes his confessions i.e. is just the only person he can talk to through his PTSD and also both of them agonizingly realizing that they're queer and into each other... and after doing all this research I was like, what the fuck am I doing, I don't even really like historical dramas.

Great Fall happens on a water planet??? (I mean everyone's gotta wish they could do an alternate-biome-Trigun, right? I've seen the ice planet AU art out there which is PHENOMENAL)

Vash is a high school chemistry teacher who pranks his students at least once a semester by pretending to blow up his arm, Wolfwood is a special education teacher, Milly's the coach (of everything), Meryl's the haggard and perpetually harassed economics teacher, the climax of the plot is prom and V&W goofily act out the proms of their own they never got to go to, and they fuck in a limo, idk. this one's a comedy

I think about AU ideas a normal amount

#sf writes #most of these are drawn from an AU scratchpad i had for a while #and they're mostly vashwood just because i was looking at a vashwood prompt list at the time #but like ill be real. they could all be polygun or mashwood and i'd still be into it #and this isn't counting the scraps of shorter ideas that come to me #since you asked about the fics that are just too damn long for me to have the energy to sit and write #I used to not like AUs so much... idk what happened to me... i love them now #shiromouse #asks #thank you for the question! and for listening to me ramble!

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