predictions ~ after moving cities, you meet a very awkward, closed off guy. you eventually break through his walls, however, it seems to be written in your fate that you two could never be.
my ‘boyfriend’ ~ you think your father will disapprove of your boyfriend, alex. so, he comes up with a plan.
lucky girls and loaded dice (las nevadas)
pt 1 ~ you travel far to find a man who makes stars, only to find out he has retired that lifestyle.
boyfriend!alex ~ boyfriend headcannons
prince!alex ~ prince alex fic pt1
discord’s got talent ~ you join his discord’s got talent, and he thinks you’re pretty.
Hey mama!! Do you think you could write about the reader who goes on quackitys discord got talent show and he just is very attracted to her? And maybe he messages her for a date? Sorry if this is a weird request !! I understand it's very specific lolz!
I hope you're well!!! <333
-🦭
you’re sitting in your room, dark, the screen of your computer lighting up your face. you can’t believe you even signed up for the discord’s got talent of your favourite youtuber. it was the encouragement of a friend that pushed you to do this, but now, 10 minutes before your turn, you feel sick. you should not have signed up, your talent is boring, all you’re doing is singing! some old mexican love song that you learned the spanish for, once confident in your pronunciation, now overthinking. what if you fuck up the accent? what if you embarrass yourself? you fiddle with your guitar strings, nervously retuning.
ding
suddenly, you’re in the call. your camera on, wide eyed, where was the warning?! you see three faces. missa, roier and him. the man you’ve watched almost everyday since you were like 15, some years ago. alex.
“alright.. [name], is it?” alex asks, sounding a lot more chill and calm compared to his usual hyper online personality, typing on his keyboard, not having seen you on the screen yet.
“mhm.” you nod, swallowing and sitting up in focus. missa smiles at you and roier scrolls on his phone. clearly, filming is on a break.
alex finally looks at the screen, his eyes widening for a split second, eyebrows raising. he clears his throat, and you swear you see him go a little pink, but that might be wishful thinking on your end. his hair is in a cap, no beanie today, and he’s wearing that cute suit jacket in pretend professionalism.
“um— yeah, uh—“ he huffs a small, shy laugh. “we’ll start in three.. two..” a few buttons are clicked and you see the shift in Alex, as he turns into Quackity, the man with millions of subscribers and followers.
“[name]! welcome in! what’s your talent?” he exclaims with a smile.
“i’m gonna be singing. in spanish. jose jose.” you say, smiling shyly.
“josé josé—? que romántico!” jose jose—? how romantic! missa laughs, roier too.
alex smiles, his eyes crinkling. “go ahead!”
you start, singing softly and strumming the guitar with precision. once done, you look back up at the boys and see each of them smiling.
“wow! that was— you’re telling me you learned spanish for that? you sounded native!” alex amazes.
“thank you..” you smile.
“no problem.” alex smiles, “what’s your verdict then, guys? yes or no?”
“para mí, no. josé josé necesita más emoción!” it’s a no from me, jose jose needs more emotion!, missa says.
“que— no! ella era increíble, really, you were amazing!” alex argues.
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ultimately, you didn’t make it through. two no’s against alex’s strong yes, still, it was a good opportunity. you interacted with alex, so that’s already a dream come true. it’s been hours, and after debriefing with your friend about the whole process, you’re now sitting at your desk doing some work, when you get a discord notification.
quackity has sent you a friend request!
.. what? you think you’re hallucinating, it’s 11PM, did you fall asleep at your desk and started dreaming this?
you open discord with your heartbeat in your ears, and hover over accept. there’s no way you’ll say no. you need to know what this is about. you accept. five minutes later, he’s typing, and you almost fall off your chair.
hi :)
hello
you’re crazy gorgeous
sorry
i felt like i had to say that
is he really talking to you?! is this a mistake. you smile subconsciously at your screen.
thanks haha
no prob
your singing was amazing
they’re both dumbasses
if it was up to me you’d be thru
aww you’re so sweet!! you reply, trying to be as normal as possible and not seem like a crazy fan girl.
nah it’s true
u in la?
no!! :( nyc
damn
that sucks
i’m there in 2 weeks
wya in ny?
queens!!
might have to come see you haha
is this.. flirting? is that what your favorite youtuber is doing right now? you can hardly stay still.
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this was fun to write if u want part 2 of meeting in ny lmk and i will write i promise!!1!1!11
pt. 1 — i have no name for this fic but i love the concept and hope to post more parts 😛
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the wedding.
Alex, now 21, the only son, heir to the throne, stands infront of the grand mirror of his childhood chambers. he’s finally back in the palace he grew up in after a whole year of parading around South America on a Royal Tour with his father, the King.
it was tiring and terrible but it’s his duty. he knows, he’s been groomed into this position as the heir his whole life. his mother, the Queen, a cold, self centred, woman who has held the Prince maybe twice in his life, always handing him off to the nannies so she could get back to flashing her tiaras and smoking cigarettes or whatever else it is she does. and his father, well, is the most intense man he knows. both parents only had Alex to secure the throne, to make sure an heir was available. they didn’t even give him a sibling, all the responsibilities fall on Alex and Alex alone. he doesn’t mind much, it’s been his life since the day he was born, but he can’t help but sometimes wonder what a loving parent or brother would’ve been like. having gone to private tutoring and then an all boys boarding school all his life, he was always the most awkward Prince at balls and banquets, never trying to find a lady to rendezvous with. he’s set to marry a Princess, anyways, so even if he wasn’t so awkward, there’s no point in pursuing. he just hopes.. his marriage doesn’t end up like his parents, and his future child doesn’t end up like.. him.
either way, he’s a bit baffled that his wedding day was set a week after his return, without Alex’s knowledge. the only information he has of his future wife is that she’s a Princess, ‘Princess [name]’, apparently. he’s seen some articles, your country seems to love you and take pride in their princess, second to the throne of your country. you seem very poised and professional, which is good for Alex as he always seems to end up messing up and embarrassing himself during important meetings and press. maybe you could help him out with that. not to mention, you’re gorgeous. it seems to be a win-win, but Alex can’t help but worry. he’s heard about what couples do on their wedding night. he’s never performed before, he hardly speaks to women his age. he wants a good relationship, full of love and affection and laughter and.. moments. but, how much of that can you do with a wife who you’ve never met? who you don’t love, yet, and who certainly doesn’t love you.
he fixes his tie in the mirror, he’s in his formal military uniform, with all his badges and the cap, since he had to serve mandatory navy service. one hour until the ceremony. he’s sick. his stomach is swirling with nerves. he’s sweaty and feels short of breath but still, somehow, keeping it together. he tugs on his collar, and looks around his childhood bedroom. one he will have to share with his wife, you, tonight. it has no personality, just marble and gold and lavishness, his walk in closet and big bathroom, with his colognes and clothes neatly set in place. the only item in the room of his own choosing is the mini fridge, with a selection of high end alcohol. it’s the only time he indulges himself, when he sits on the arm chair of his room and just thinks. he doesn’t know how you’ll feel about it, it’s the only thing that he feels belongs to him.
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Alex hardly remembers any of it, his mind clouded with worry. your pretty dress, beautiful face, vows, whispered but awkward first greetings, shy smile, sweaty hands, prayers, marigolds, cheers, dinner, car. you spoke all of two words, turns out, you hardly speak spanish. but of course, you were smart, as Alex. only the top tutors and educators are hired by royals, worldwide. english is the common language, he just hopes the public take a liking to you. you seem sweet, patient.
now, suddenly, he snaps back. he’s walking you through the huge palace where you’ll reside with Alex and the King and Queen.
yes, the bedroom. that’s where i’m taking you. Alex thinks. he has got to pull himself together.
“uhm— it’s.. here. this is it.” he stutters, clearing his throat, opening the door for you. you thank him, and step in.
“it’s nice. my room has the same gold trimmings.” you point to the wall, the train of your dress dragging on the floor, Alex quickly leans down and bunches it up to help you. “let me— there.” he smiles, still nervous.
the room is still dark, your heels click on the marble, Alex takes his cap off, setting it on the king sized bed, inching closer to you, slightly pressing you against the bed, still standing. he leans in, heart racing, hands moving to your white wedding lace covered waist. he presses his lips against yours amaturely. you don’t press back, as if Alex noticed. he’s too busy trying to refrain from ripping his hair out from the sensation. he pulls back for a breath and just as he’s going back in, eyes squeezed shut, his lips connect with your hand, and his eyes shoot open. he stands there, dumbfounded, kissing your hand, as you cover your lips. his face pink of embarrassment.
“what’re you doing?” you say quietly, with a small smile. you don’t seem upset or angry, which confuses Alex.
“kissing.. you..” he says, muffled against your hand.
“why?”
“‘cause you’re my.. my wife. it’s what.. husbands and wives do..?” he mumbles, pulling back.
“well.. didn’t we.. just meet? like four hours ago?” you mutter, also slightly embarrassed, looking off to the side.
ah. right. Alex didn’t think about that. the fact that you two are strangers. he’s a bit humiliated now, stepping away.
“yes. we did. sorry, i’m— that’s—.. humiliating. sorry.” he rambles, looking down, hands in his pockets.
“it’s.. okay.”
“but, i’m… concerned. how will we make an heir? it’s usually done on the first night.. the wedding night?” Alex mutters.
“…what? i barely know you. we can’t jump into sex. this is an arranged marriage. and babies usually aren’t made in just one night.” you say, baffled at the Prince’s seemingly innocent and limited knowledge of marriage.
Alex’s head snaps up, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. “aren’t they?—“ he stammers. “.. i apologise. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he says, an runs a hand down his face. “i need a drink..” he mumbles and makes his way to his mini fridge, opening a bottle of whiskey and pouring a glass. he downs it in one go, your eyes on him.
“do you keep all this alcohol in your room?” you ask, staring.
“i.. do. it’s all high-end. aged. i have a bit a night. helps me relax, you could have some if you’d li—”
“i don’t drink. and i don’t think a future King should have a vice like this, in easy reach. i hope you can atleast relocate it to your study or somewhere.. i assume you don’t have a drinking problem?”
his face drops. he can’t put it in his study. his father would see. you sound just like him now, actually.
“… you don’t drink?”
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yayyy this is cute me thinks, i want to continue this story also its a bit slow burn perchance but PLEASE PLEASE send me requests either to do with this or jus anything, send me requests on scenarios to one shot with these two 😛 thank you bye and sorry for the hiatus ❤️❤️
boyfriend!alex who keeps your face, name, and whole being private from fans, all they know is of your existence.
boyfriend!alex who occasionally posts you on his story, but your face is always conveniently out of sight. a picture of you from behind, sitting on the grass before the sunset, you walking ahead of him on a walk.
boyfriend!alex who follows your private instagram, keeping fans wondering as your cryptic username and profile picture sticks out amongst his following full of verified accounts.
boyfriend!alex who mutes as soon as you come into the room, switching immediately to his starting soon screen, and comes back like nothing even happened.
boyfriend!alex who occasionally keeps little clips of your voice and conversations between you two in vlogs, to make sure fans still know you’re with him.
boyfriend!alex who has his hood up and sunglasses on when out and about with you.
boyfriend!alex who almost turns down pictures with fans when recognised with you, but takes them anyway after a small shove by you.
boyfriend!alex who playfully but seriously tells the fans to not mention or post you if they see him irl.
boyfriend!alex who takes you on all his trips with his other streamer friends, but strictly makes sure they do not post anything with your face or identity.
boyfriend!alex who mentions you and tells stories about you when he’s in VC in friend’s streams, but has no mention of you in his owns streams, all so he doesn’t have to deal with chat.
boyfriend!alex who would cancel streams for you.
boyfriend!alex who sadly wouldn’t bring you to award shows, because he values your ability to lead a normal life over anything else.
boyfriend!alex who seriously threatened his fans about leaving streaming when a leak of your instagram account and name was posted to twitter.
boyfriend!alex who leaves the little girly things you own around his apartment, sometimes in streams, to keep fans aware.
fiancé!alex who privately proposes to you.
fiancé!alex who posts a picture of your hand, adorned by a huge diamond ring, holding his to twitter with no caption.
husband!alex who has a secret, intimate wedding, with only friends and family.
husband!alex who posts some of your wedding photos to his instagram, with your face covered by an unsightly grey dot, as he cares more about your privacy than the way his instagram feed looks. that’s the most fans have and probably ever will see of you.
husband!alex who posts another candid, beautiful photo of you from your honeymoon to his account. except, the smallest bit of your side profile, your breathtaking smile, is left in the photo. hours later, viral tiktoks and twitter posts show up, and this is the only picture fans use of you for years.
husband!alex who wears your hair ties and matching jewellery loud and proud on streams.
husband!alex who posts an ultrasound picture to his story one day, with a small ‘:,)’ caption.
alex who loves you so kindly, softly and immensely, putting you above all else.
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#embarassed to post this cs it’s my first post like this. i’ll do more tho i like them. also thinking of writing more so i might make a masterlist.
alex sits at a booth in his casino, on his second round of drinks that night. he usually makes it through two or three bottles, but he’s trying to beat his record, he’s got nothing else to do. Las Nevadas was a fail. business boomed at the beginning but who was going to keep making the commute out to the desert to lose money and get wasted? what was he thinking, building it in the middle of nowhere? he rubs a hand over his eyes, sighing and leaning back. a life of riches from.. unconventional means with a penthouse and everything he could ever want. parties in the next city over every weekend, gambling, girls, everything. but he’s lonely. depressed, even. and the alcohol, along with the other substances he takes, doesn’t help.
alex dabbles in a small.. side business. just for his own pleasure, it’s something to do with all the left over money he has. models, dancers and entertainers. he sponsors their lifestyle, they bring in money from shoots and runways and shows and what not.
except, the last girl he poured all this time and money into left to marry an 80-odd-year-old millionaire, so that all his fortune could belong to her once he dies. that ruined the last bit of happiness in his life, he thinks. it’s not like he loved her, but it was something to do. someone to talk to. to hold at night. to have. but she left, as everyone he encounters does. hookups, one night stands, girls he meets at parties, they all leave, whether it’s that same night with another man, or the next morning after a fuck.
he closes his eyes, head leaning back over the booth’s comfy chair. heels click on the marble floor of the dead casino to his table and stop before him. the only one it could be is slime, but last he remembered slime doesn’t wear heels.. but then again, he never knows with that guy.
alex groans softly, rubbing his eyes. “this is my alone time, man. alone. you remember what that means, don’t you? a-l-o-n—”
“are you quackity?” you speak up, with fake confidence. you slam a folder down on the table.
his eyes open. that’s not slime. is it? or is he that wasted already? he looks up at the girl standing before him. arms crossed but expression slightly scared.
“..why?” he mumbles.
“i heard you make girls models. and dancers. do you?” you ask, and he scoffs, pouring his whiskey.
“made. past tense. not anymore. do you see models or dancers here? hell, do you see anyone here? this city is just full of addicts and traffickers! n-.. not the human kind.” he stutters, trying to save face. or what was left of it. it’s true, it’s either drug users, or drug dealers. and in the outskirts of the town are some actual families and residents, but they stay far away from the real city. especially the casino.
“..seriously? you don’t? i took a bus all the way out here, to the middle of nowhere!.. do you really not make models anymore? dancers?” you plead, the sassy facade falling fast.
“no. i don’t. besides, all i did was sponsor them. not make them. it’s the past, anyways.”
silence falls around you two as he takes a swig and you stand in silence, feeling despaired. this was your one chance at getting the life you wanted. fame. money. status. a six hour ride to this random city that seemed to rise out of the ground randomly in the desert. and the guy doesn’t make models anymore. or, apparently he never did.
“..you’re still here?” he looks up through his lashes, chewing on the whiskey infused ice from his glass.
“i.. the buses. they stopped. it’s 2AM, so.. duh.” you sigh, embarrassed.
“..okay? does that have.. anything to do with me?”
“guess not.” you turn on your heel and retreat, leaving the casino. suddenly, a groan from behind you makes you stop and your name is called. you whip around. he’s gesturing you over, with an irritated face. he’s flicking through the portfolio you slammed on the table when you first got there.
“how did you know my name?” you ask, surprised, as you totter back to the booth, your uncomfortable heels not helping.
“the portfolio?” he says, obviously, looking at the photos and measurements on the page.
“oh. right.” you nod, standing awkwardly.
“you took these yourself?” he asks. you nod, proud.
“i can tell.”
damn. harsh.
“i’m not.. very well off. modelling is my dream, though. a-and dancing. since i was a little girl.” you smile, bashfully. it’s all you’ve ever wanted to do, but your weren’t born into a very fortunate family.
“well.. being poor hasn’t stopped you from being gorgeous, huh?” he says, keeping his head down, skimming through the pictures.
“oh, uhm.. guess it hasn’t. thank you.” you smile.
“i have.. some spare rooms. in the hotel. one floor up. stay for the night, i guess. wouldn’t want you dead before you can become a supermodel.” he mutters, standing. he strides away to the elevator, expecting you to follow. you speed walk after him, holding your bag close to your chest.
“i’m not reviving the modelling shit for you, though. just.. remember that.” he sighs tiredly. pressing the floor of the hotel.
“yeah. alright.” you nod.
“i might know some guys. dodgy as fuck, though. you wouldn’t be in good hands with them. reality of being a model, i suppose.” he says, the elevator rises and the doors open.
“i can deal with it.” you say, confidently.
he chuckles, walking out and to a hotel room door. “that’s what they all say. then they end up addicted and abandoned in less than a year. i’d say just give up, even though you are beautiful.”
the door opens, a large, beautiful, marble room is infront of you, with a nice view of the desert, which makes it look less boring. an en suite bathroom, room service, a TV. this is even better than your old shitty apartment. and it’s free!.. you hope.
“do i have to.. pay you?” you ask, hopefully.
“uh.. no. not now, atleast.” he says, clearing his throat. “you can call room service at any time, no guarantee they’ll pick up. bunch of useless fucking slackers down in the kitchen. i’m in the penthouse at the top floor if you need anything, sweetheart, okay? if not there, then i’m in my office. only a floor from the penthouse, yeah?” he nods. he’s feeling sweet tonight. you seem quite helpless anyway.
“yeah. okay.” you smile softly, and he leaves the room.
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4:21AM
alex glances at his clock, as he sits at his desk in his huge but quite empty marble office. his desk is in the middle and a big wall of window is behind it, the gorgeous skyline of Las Nevadas in his sight every night. it used to be light up all night. the city that never sleeps, literally. now it’s dark, with the occasional yell from a drunkard or a car speeding by.
if only there was a way to revive the city. how it was before. in its prime. in alex’s prime.
what’s something all these other cities have, that i don’t?..
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you lay in the bed, giddy. sure, your dreams were torn down once again, but you’re in a luxury hotel. and the sweet guy who’s paying for it is.. quite handsome. and owns everything in this city. suddenly, the door swings open. it’s alex, you sit up, the light seeps in behind him. his button up shirt is undone at the top, his tie loosened, the hat once on his head now discarded.
“a-are you okay?” you ask, startled. he sits on the edge of the bed, his warm, calloused hand holding your ankle.
“you ever heard of burlesque, honey?”
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if this flops im abandoning this storyline but i miss las nevadas q 🤧 send me requests pls if it’s to do with this storyline or literally anything else ok bye love u also sorry for not posting for a year to my 15 followers 🩷 also not proofread i don’t have time for that
he responds to a instagram reply and start fucking
alex hitting your line<3
it was a drunken mistake a stupid, thoughtless, utterly humiliating mistake. you’d known alex for some time, privy to his streams and his attitude. he was cute—sexy, and funny. you really liked him.
so it was when he posted a scandalous, bare shoulders in view selfie; you had to respond.
“you should come over and show me how strong you really are,” and you’re giggling as you send the message.
only, to your horror, a “SEEN” message pops up. your jaw goes slack and your stomach drops as you can’t look away from the burbling chat bubble popping in and out.
“you in cali?”
a squeal as you quickly type your response, “yeah, i am!”
a few minutes go by, and you worry you were overly eager in your reply.
“i’m down to show you.”
you hadn’t expected to be dicked down that very same evening, but alex had good dick. he paid for your uber to his place, and promptly indulged you in a tad more wine and a hand on your thigh.
“wanted to feel how strong i am, hmm? well, how’s this?”
your face is in the pillows, hair messily splayed out as alex fucks into your sopping cunt. his hand winds in your hair to pull you back against his throbbing cock, groaning as your walls squeeze him so tightly he could cum then and there.
“ohfuck, alex, fuck me!! feels good, ohgod, feels so good!”
“yeah,” he grunts with hands gripping the fat of your hips, eagerly tugging you back to meet his thrusts. “fuck, you look so sexy under me like this. back arched, drooling, you’ve been needing this; haven’t you? oooh, god, this pussy needed me.”
you cry out when alex hunkers over you to punish you with hard thrusts, the bed shaking and creaking under his immense effort. you hadn’t expected alex, QUACKITY, to fuck you into his mattress, but you were sure as hell glad to be in the position you were in.
it’s when his hand reaches around to messily rub at your clit do you lose focus, arms collapsing and lips moaning into the sheets. “yes, yes!!! ohmygod, alex, gonna cum so hard. ohgod, wait, fuck—“
“no waiting, wanna feel you here and now, baby,” and he’s pinching your clit with a wicked grin. “gonna cum all over my cock, huh? i can feel how much you want it, that’s it, just let go for me.”
he croons into your ear as you squirt all over him, the liquid soaking the towel underneath your joined hips as you spasm with ecstasy. alex keeps up the pace, stretching your walls and feeling every delicious squeeze of your cunt.
your hips buck, and you’re so… slutty as you back yourself up against him; tears in your eyes as you turn to glance at him. “wanna feel your cum, want you to breed me.”
“yeah? you want me to cum inside? are you suuuure?”
he drags out the word with a lazy smirk, hips shallowly moving in and out of you. your lip tucks out in a pout as you nod, sniffling and whining for his fat tip to spear your insides once more.
“alright,” he hums, a hand massaging the meat of your ass. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum so fast ‘cause of you. you just feel too good.”
he picks up the pace, balls tightening and cock throbbing inside you as he bucks up into your tight hole. he’s let go now, whimpering and biting his lip, sweat dripping down his neck as he ravished you.
he thrusts once, twice, before cumming with a deep groan that leaves shudders coursing through you; he cums hard and fills you to the brim, so much so that his cum leaks out your twitching hole, running down your thigh.
alex is barely coherent as he breathes deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls his soft cock from your folds. “holy fuck, that was…”
you’re just as exhausted, only able to nod in reply.
“hey, don’t tell anyone about this, yeah? that way i can keep fucking you good, you can keep quiet for me, can’t you?”
summary: you think your father will disapprove of your boyfriend, alex. so, he comes up with a plan.
i was thinking of 2019/18 alex while writing this! enjoy 😙
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T LIKE ME?!” is screamed through the phone by your boyfriend, making you pull it away from your ear, to prevent yourself from losing hearing.
“I don’t know.. he just.. isn’t.. fond of you?”
“but why? i’m so cute and handsome and sexy!”
“I think it’d be weirder if my dad thought you were sexy, babe.”
you hear him huff into the other side of the phone and know that’s your cue to comfort him.
“he’ll come around eventually, alex! he’s not gonna stop me from seeing you!”
“i know, i know, but.. how did he even form this horrible preconception of me?” he says, dramatically. you can practically see him with his hand over his heart in mock despair.
“well, i thought i’d ease him into it, and i put a stream of yours on the tv, it was that one, where you looked all cute with your little hat and thanos toy an-“
“yeah, yeah, i know what one you’re talking about.” you can hear the happy smile in his voice from your description of him.
“anyways, he didn’t have very good feelings towards you. he said you were loud and that streaming isn’t a proper job.. i didn’t even tell him i knew you yet.” you sigh into the phone.
“it is a job!? tell him i’m gonna go to law school as well!”
“i did tell him! he just.. couldn’t look past the streaming i guess. and he still doesn’t know we’re dating.”
“then tell him! you can’t hide me forever, baby.” he says smugly.
“yeah i will but.. he wants you to come for dinner. tonight. and if he sees it’s you i dunno what he’ll do! he has a temper, y’know.”
“hm.. wait.. i have an idea..” he says.
“what?”
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“so, you’re my daughters boyfriend?” your dad asks one of the two boys waiting outside the door of your house, looming over them.
“y-yes sir..” the boy next to alex says.
“and you are?” your dad turns to alex.
“his friend.” alex smiles.
“alright.. why are you here?”
“..moral support?” alex says, pulling on his sleeves nervously.
a pause.
“oh, come in, come in, boys!” your mom says from behind your father.
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the silence at the dinner table is deafening. it’s your father at the head of the table, your mother on his left, and your ‘boyfriend’ on his right. next to your ‘boyfriend’ is alex, your boyfriend.
you lean in.
“this is your plan?” you whisper yell into alex’s ear.
“babe, trust me, it’ll work.”
“who the fuck is that?!”
“it’s my friend, lucas. he’s interning at a hospital, and he’s top of the class in every subject, your dad’ll love him.”
“okay, he’s not my boyfriend though! you are! he’s gonna find out soon enough.”
“just relax. i just wanna see how your dad really is before i show who i really am!”
“you’re gonna reveal yourself at this dinner? are you crazy? he’ll hate you even more!”
“it’s okay! it’ll go good, im charming, he’ll come around eventually.”
a kick from under the table shakes it, making the water in the jug ripple.
“ow!” alex whispers.
“you’re stupid. this is stupid.”
“hey i-!”
as everyone on the table watches silently at this whisper argument, your mom speaks up.
“let’s eat, shall we?” she says with a smile and your father uncrosses his arms and picks up his fork.
“so,” your father starts. “what’s your name?” he says to who he thinks is your boyfriend.
“lucas. sir. it’s lucas.”
“okay, lucas, do you have a job for the summer?”
“i-i have an internship. sir. in a hospital. the lab. in the hospital.” he says, in short sentences as if he’s trying to convince himself about the internship as well.
“okay.. and how are your grades?”
“good. sir.”
“alright. what are your future plans. how will you support my daughter? not that i expect this to last.”
“dad!” you slam your fork down.
“i-i wanna be a doctor. sir.” lucas says, his voice shaking.
“a doctor, that’s amazing!” your mom exclaims, sensing lucas’ nervousness.
lucas nods and smiles.
“you know, she was showing me this guy, around your age, that streams and makes videos online. i would never let my daughter date someone like that, with no future plans.” your dad laughs.
alex plays with his food.
you grip your fork.
///
dinner goes on in a tension so thick you could pick up your knife and cut a hole in it.
you speak up. “babe, can you pass me the salt?”
two hands reach for the salt shaker. lucas freezes and alex, oblivious, passes you the salt and goes back to eating. you father puts his glass down.
“what was that.” your father waves his hand around to gesture to the scene that just unfolded in front of him.
“dad i-“
alex looks up slowly as he realises his mistake.
“alex is my boyfriend!” you blurt out. “not lucas. the guy i showed you online is alex. he makes videos and streams but he’s really smart! and h-“
your dad laughs, “who-whose idea was that?!” he says in between breaths.
“why are you laughing dad?! this is serious!!” you yell.
then lucas laughs, then your mom laughs, and finally, alex starts laughing.
“why are you guys laughing? stop laughing!” you stand up and your chair screeches.
alex grabs your hand. “babe- babe! sit down!” he takes a breathe in between laughs. “it’s fine!”
you cross your arms as everyone laughs die down.
“honey, it’s okay. if you love him, i think that’s all that matters.” your mom says.
you look at your mom and nod, “dad?”
“if you love him and he loves you. i don’t see a problem.” you dad says, smiling at you and then looking at alex.
“so you’re the boyfriend?” your dad says to alex, and leans forward, ready to do his interrogations all over again.
summary: after moving cities, you meet a very awkward, closed off guy. you eventually break through his walls, however, it seems to be written in your fate that you two could never be.
Spades represent challenging tasks or events coming in the future.
Hearts represent feelings, family, home, love, and relationships.
august 17th
moving somewhere new is always scary. leaving all you friends and family and home behind for a new place, a decision you didn’t have any say in. your parents said it was best to move here, but there wasn’t even any reason to move. you were doing fine in school, had a few good, loyal friends, and you were happy. however, being a child means nobody listens to what you have to say and you must adapt very quickly. good thing you were 17 and could do what you wanted after your 18th birthday, move back home and go to college.
but, for now, you were here. in your dads car, finally getting closer to your new house after hours in the car. you wondered what your room would be like, what your new school would be like, if you would make any friends. you definitely don’t have the same confidence you did when you were six, talking to everyone in your class and making friends. i guess you somehow knew you would be making lifelong friends, ones that you would grow old with and live on the same street as forever. you started to sketch what you think the house looks like in your sketchbook, and what you hope your room would look like.
“look, [name]. we’re gonna get there soon. why don’t you take those headphones out and look around.” your dad looks through the rearview mirror to look at you.
you yank your headphones out. he knows your mad but just won’t leave you alone. you tune out your dad talking to your mom and look out the window for the first time in three hours, the last thing you saw was a bunch of cows out on a field.
…
this place is a fucking dump. it sucks. everything sucks. now you really want to go home. your parents just had to pick the worst place for you to move. your neighbours front lawns were full of junk, like they were hoarders or something.
the car stops and you feel your dad get out and open the trunk. you open your door to greet your new home. you can work with this. it’s not the ugliest thing in the world. you walk inside and hear something about the moving van coming in a few hours. your room was alright, very empty but the window has a nice view of the sunset.
“[name], after dinner i want you going straight to bed. you start at your new school tomorrow.” your mom sternly said.
“alright” you say. “don’t know why i’m starting school on a thursday, but ok” you mumbled.
///
the floor in this house is oddly comfy, you think to yourself. but you can’t sleep, your heart is racing thinking about starting at a new school tomorrow. you’ve seen new kids at your old school be all alone and never understand how they can handle it, and now you’re the new kid. you can only pray it goes well.
you turn over to look at your phone.
[00:36]
you should really get to sleep.
///
you jog down the stairs to see furniture that wasn’t there yesterday, guess your parents were busy making it look nice last night.
“hey, eat up and get going. don’t wanna be late on your first day!”
“‘kay.”
still mad.
///
you walk out and breathe in the air. it’s warm and humid. you pull out your phone so you can open your google maps to get you to school.
dead.
clearly you didn’t remember that the electricity on the second floor just didn’t work and your phone didn’t charge. great. how the hell were you going to get to school now.
you then had the great idea of looking for someone who looks like a student and asking them if they go to your school. maybe make a friend aswell.
you see a boy leave the house opposite yours and turn left down the street. he had a hat and a hoodie on, with the hood up. in this heat? what a weirdo. but it looks like your family is just surrounded by elderly people living out their retirement on this street, so you doubt you would be seeing another teenager apart from him. and you were getting late.
so you crossed the street to catch up with him.
“hey! excuse me!” you yelled after him.
the boy turned around with a confused look on his face and looked around as if there was anyone else you could be taking to.
“uhh… hi?” he said quietly, with the same look on his face.
“yeah, hi, uh, do you go to [school]?”
“uh, yeah, why?”
“me too! well it’s my first day, and my phone is dead so i don’t know how to get there and i was wondering if you cou-“
“you’re new?” he cut you off.
“…yeah. anyways, can i walk with you?”
“why are you starting school on a thursday?”
why does he care? can you walk with him or not??
“i dunno, but it’s getting late so can i walk with you or..?”
“i mean if you want.”
“ok, thank you.”
and so you started walking. the silence between the two of you was so awkward you wanted to die.
“so, uh, what’s your name?”
“alex.”
“nice..”
…
was he gonna ask your name? has he ever talked with another human before?
“my name is [name].”
“ok.”
ok? OK?
“is that the school there?” you point to a building that’s about 4 stories coming up ahead of you two.
“no, it’s just got a bunch of kids outside it for no reason.”
what the fuck is this guys problem. you’ve just met him and he’s acting like this. no wonder he’s walking all alone.
///
after getting your schedule from the front desk, you make your way to your first class. you sit down in a chair near the front and set down your bag. you really, really, hope that the teacher doesn’t make a whole speech about the new kid in class.
“so, as you guys might’ve noticed,” the teacher starts. “there’s a new face here!”
of course he did.
he comes over to your desk and gestures for you to stand up. “wanna introduce yourself, [name]?”
“uh, sure.” you stand.
“uhm, my name is [name] and i moved here yesterday from-“
“you’re starting school on a thursday?” some kid says from the corner of the class.
“….yes.”
///
finally, the first day was over. apart from the fact that you sat alone at lunch and had to make an introduction in every single class, it wasn’t horrible.
now to get home….
which way was it again?
have you seriously forgotten? it was only like 6 hours ago.
suddenly, you see a familiar hoodie in the distance, walking.
it’s alex. i’ll just go walk with him again.
you jog up beside him.
“hi, alex.”
he turns his head and looks at you while he keeps walking.
“hello?”
“uh, this is kinda embarrassing but i don’t know how to get home either, can i walk with you again?”
he sighs. “sure, i guess.”
“cool.”
you weren’t gonna talk this time, since clearly he doesn’t want to.
…
this is even more awkward than the walk to school.
“so,” you start. “how was your day?”
he turns again and looks at you weirdly. “uh, fine?”
“good…”
you won’t tell him about your day, he doesn’t seem to care very much anyways.
///
you figured out how to get to school in your own for friday, so you didn’t have to go through that whole thing with alex again. it’s the weekend now and while you scroll through your friends stories, seeing them all having fun hanging out, you’re alone in your room, lying on your bed, doing absolutely nothing. you know, cause you’ve got no friends.
you get up to go get another popsicle from downstairs, i think everyone eats a lot when they’re bored out of their mind. you pass by the window in your room and see alex outside of his home across the street. you stop and look, for some reason he’s just so intriguing to you. and kinda cute.
wait a minute.
am i really thinking this about that weirdo who doesn’t talk, wears hoodies in the summer, and walks all alone? i must be really bored.
he’s out there with a skateboard in his hand, and he looks like he’s waiting for someone. his hair isn’t hidden behind a beanie like usual, it’s under a baseball cap. he’s still wearing a hoodie, but with shorts instead of longer pants this time. wow, his legs are nice too. and his eyes. and face.
suddenly, he looks up at your window and locks eyes with you. you immediately drop down to the floor and crawl the rest of the way to the kitchen. could you have handled that any weirder?
///
monday came fast, and once again you were leaving the house for school. you didn’t see alex again during the weekend, and probably for a good reason, cause if he remembers that window situation, it’s over for you. God, why did you do that?
you hear a door shutting from across the street, and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. you turn slightly to see and there alex is, looking right at you, again. you whip your head back around and start walking faster.
///
you get home fast enough to avoid seeing alex again and reach for the door handle. it doesn’t work. you try it again. and again. and again. then you remember, your mom went back to work today, and didn’t leave the door unlocked like usual. you didn’t have a key either. now you’re stranded outside your house, for about another three hours until your mom gets home. you sit on your porch steps and start the waiting.
until, you see a shadow above you and you look up. it’s… alex? wow, the last person you wanted to see right now.
“hey.” he says.
“hi…”
he looks around then shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.
“my mom said i should ask you if you wanna come in, so you’re not waiting out here.”
you look past him and see a woman in the doorway of his house, smiling at you and waving.
“uh, i’m alright.”
“just come, she’s not gonna give up, she’s been wanting to meet you guys since you moved in. also, you shouldn’t wait outside in the sun.”
“ok, i guess.”
you follow him to his house and walk in after greeting his mom. it’s a nice place, better looking on the inside than the outside. his lawn is probably the nicest on the street. after all, you see his mother outside gardening all the time.
“hi, honey, you’re [name] right?, i talked to your mom today, and she told me to make sure you’re not waiting outside until she comes home.”
“oh, thank you.”
“it’s no problem! you can sit in the living room while your waiting and i’ll get you something to eat oh- actually, alex, take her up to your room.
“mom i-“ he says frustrated and then stops himself. “fine. follow me”
you go up to his room and look around. it’s small, the same size as your room, but it’s nice. it’s very…. alex. the walls are blue, there are posters up on the wall of tyler, the creator and kanye west. there are a couple skateboards around, each with a different colour and size and shape.
“just sit wherever, im gonna play.” he points to his console and sits on the floor after turning it on. you sit next to him cause sitting on some strangers bed is weird. as he scrolls through the games, one catches your attention, mario kart.
“oh, you have mario kart?”
“yeah.” he scrolls right past it and clicks on something then gta’s loading screen pops up on the tv. you guess you were too subtle with telling him you like mario kart. you nod and turn away, pulling out your phone and mindlessly scrolling.
you hear him sigh and close down gta. “do you wanna play mario kart?” he asks.
“oh, uh, sure.”
he hands you a controller and you two pick out your characters, shy guy and princess peach.
“princess peach? really?” he questions you.
“she’s the best. i always win with her.”
“it’s very basic.”
“watch me win, then start talking.”
he laughs. “alright, but just so you know, i’ve never been beat in mario kart.”
“me neither.” you’re getting pretty competitive with him.
you both play for the three hours and get more and more comfortable with each other. you think you could even be friends with him. his mom opens the door and calls your name.
“your moms home, honey.”
“oh,” you start getting up and grabbing your school bag. “ thanks for having me, ma’am. and thanks, alex.”
“it’s no problem” he says, looking away.
///
walking home from school is probably the best part of your day. your headphones are in, your alone, looking at the scenery. it’s fun. you even close your eyes and take in the air as you walk. it’s so peaceful. until you feel someone walking next to you. you open your eyes and see alex, walking with you.
“hi.” he says, looking forward.
“hey.” you say, a little confused.
you two continue walking in silence, but it doesn’t feel as awkward anymore.
“hey, you have a few hours til your mom gets home, right?”
“yeah, why?”
“well, if you were just gonna come over again, i was gonna go to the skatepark today.”
“oh, it’s fine, i’ll just walk around the block or something.”
“no, like, i was wondering if you wanna go with me?”
was he asking you out?
“just, to kill time, y’know?”
“uh, sure, that’ll be fun i think.” you smile at him.
at the skatepark, you sit at the edge of the bowl, watching him skate.
“you’re really good!” you say.
“huh? nah, i’m not really.” he laughs.
“no, you are! well, to me atleast.”
he smiles and turns away to keep skating and doing tricks.
after about an hour of just watching him and talking, he asks you something.
“d’you wanna try?”
“what- skating?”
“yeah, i can teach you.”
“i dunno..”
“it’ll be fun! and safe, i promise.”
“fine, i guess.”
he holds out his hand to help you get into the bowl, and you grab it.
“so basically, what you do is you stand on it with two feet, then push off.”
“ok…” you try and you move, but don’t get far.
“that was great!” he says, encouraging you.
“it really wasn’t.”
“for a total beginner it’s great.”
he helped you learn how to turn and do some simple tricks.
“this one is kinda hard for a beginner, but i think you’ve got it.”
you watch him demonstrate it then you try. you push off with one foot and bend your knees, just like he did, to do the trick. he’s jogging along with you on the skateboard, making sure you don’t fall. you jump up slightly to do the trick but it doesn’t work, and you stumble when you land back on the skateboard. you feel yourself tripping, and prepare for the impact by closing your eyes, but it never comes.
instead you feel hands on your waist, pulling you up, helping you stand. you open your eyes and alex is looking at you, and asking “you okay?” with a worried expression. but all you can think about are his hands. their placement, how they felt on your body.
you snap back into reality. “i’m fine.”
“maybe we should stop now..”
“good idea.”
you two lay on the grass near the skatepark, talking.
“i’m just mad at my dad really,” you say. “he made us move here, and he’s always on me about my grades. it’s like he’s always mad. he’s always yelling and stuff. my mom says he’s just stressed about work but that’s not my fault.”
“i get it. my dad isn’t the best either. he’s not mean but he’s very strict. we’re not like father and son, he’s more like my boss. he’s always talking about how i’ll follow in his footsteps and own his business, but i don’t wanna.” alex says.
“what do you wanna do?”
“ok, promise you won’t laugh.”
“i won’t.”
“a streamer.”
“like a twitch streamer?”
“yeah, i already have a youtube channel that’s doing pretty well, and i want to do streaming too. i wanna make people happy with my content. i also wanna move to LA. that’s where all the streamers live.”
“woah. you really planned it all out. i wanna go to art school, i love drawing.”
“really? can i see some?
“yeah sure!” you pull out your sketchbook from your bag
///
december 28th
as your friendship developed, and you crush on alex developed, you became happier and more content with your move. you found other friends but you always walk home with alex. and you go to the skatepark all the time. you’re pretty good at skating now.
for his birthday, you decided to go to a carnival. you went on rides together and ate food, the night was coming to an end when you saw something near the back of the carnival.
“look, fortune telling! let’s go!”
“you know it’s all fake right, it’s a scam.”
“just come.” you drag him to the tent and walk in.
it’s just a spinning wheel with four symbols on it.
spade.
heart.
club.
diamond.
whatever, it’s only a dollar. you give the tired teenager working the tent two dollars for yourself and spin the wheel twice.
your first spin was the heart.
your second spin was the spade.
“huh, i wonder what they mean.”
“look it up online, it’s like 11, we should get home.” alex says, while urging you out the tent.
///
august 17th
it’s officially been a year since you moved here, and you are completely at peace with the situation now. you made new friends, and you always had alex there with you, especially during hard times with your family and home.
you’re sitting at the desk in your room, studying, when you suddenly get a notification on your phone. it’s alex.
alex
hey can u come outside for a sec
you
why lol
alex
just come pls
you grab your jacket and slip your shoes on. you walk outside and breathe in the cool, summer, night air. you see alex a little bit down the street from your house. you speed up to reach him faster.
“hey,” you smile at him, with rosy cheeks due to the nippy air. he doesn’t think you could ever look better. “what’s up?”
“i have to tell you something.”
your smile falters. “what is it, alex?”
“i’m leaving..” he paused.
“what, sorry, where? when? what are you talking about? why?” you bombard him with questions, he can’t just drop this bomb on you with no explanation.
“LA.”
“oh” you’ve known it was his dream for a while now. “that’s great, alex! i’m so happy for you! when are you going?”
“tomorrow.”
“oh.. so soon? why didn’t you tell me before?”
“it was last minute, one of my friends over there found an apartment for me, and i was gonna go to college soon anyways, so i applied for one in LA. sorry i didn’t tell you but it would’ve upset you and i-“
“alex, it’s fine. it’s what you’ve always wanted. i’m glad you’re getting to do this finally.” you smile at him reassuringly.
“thanks.” he smiles back. “i wanted to ask you though.”
“what?”
“come with me.”
“what?!”
“come to LA with me. i’ve been putting off telling you and i wasn’t going to but i can’t go without saying this. [name], i have liked you since that day you asked to walk to school with me. i’ve loved you since you let me teach you to skate. i can’t go without you.”
“alex..”
“we can get away from your dad and my dad and this whole city together. i have everything ready-“
“alex.”
“i’ve got an apartment, and there’s an art school nearby that you can go to. we can live together and you can go to school and i’ll stream an-“
“alex!” you say sternly this time. he looks at you for the first time since he started his ramble. you’re crying, why are you crying? he thinks.
“i-i can’t.”
“what..?”
“i can’t go with you alex.” you look at him with wide eyes like you’re also surprised at what you’re saying.
“what do you mean? we can get away from all of this! from our parents, from this town, from this street!”
“i can’t leave my family, alex.”
“[name], what? i thought you would’ve wanted thi-“
“why would i want this alex?! why are you doing this?! you cant make me choose between my life here and with you! it’s not fair!”
“i-i don’t-“
“just go alex.”
“what?”
“just go. i don’t think we can do this.”
“but-“
“go.” your voice breaks.
he whimpers and takes a few steps back.
“i’m sorry [name]…” his eyes are wide with shock. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. you’re supposed to be going to LA with him. you two were supposed to be together.
“i love you, [name]” alex starts walking.
“i love you too.” you whisper, hoping he heard.
you turn on you heel and walk into the distance.
you make it to the skatepark where you have millions of memories with alex. you sit there a couple hours. just thinking.
when you get home your parents are there, waiting.
“[name], where were you? i told you to study, where did you go?”
you’re too exhausted to talk. you walk past them and go to your room. you couldn’t even cry anymore.
and so, the heart and the spade came at you together.
august 17th has been the worst day of your life two years in a row.
end.
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ommgggg how was it, i hope it wasn’t too long or boring. this is my first fic on this account hope you guys like it 😛 sorry if q was a little ooc
