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After the last episode of Teen Wolf, I had to ask: would Maria volunteer to fuck Alex if it was the only way to save him from crazy virgins killer (we then have to suppose Alex is still a 21 years old virgin or something, shh, just go with it)?
THIS SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING I NEED TO WATCH
also killer or not i'm pretty sure she'd volunteer to fuck him any day of the week look at that jawline i mean
I'm quite sure the Malex ship in a TV Show would be the biggest plot twist ever. Like, Maria would be in troubles, and we wouldn't have heard from Alex in 3 seasons, and suddenly he is here with a smug smile and a 'Need some help?' attitude, and Maria kicks him in the balls for staying away, and we're back on day one with LOTS OF GLORIOUS KISSES AND HOPE FOR THIS SHIP TO SINK
AU WHERE I GET OVER THIS SHIP
(au where maria gets over alex)
(what)
'saw cinderella in a party dress' I JUST HAD A MALEX THOUGHT like she would have wanted to be alex's cinderella but nope she was /just/ the fairy godmother aka the one who gets to help him and love him with all her heart but never get to be with him because it's not how the story was written
WELL HELLO THERE SATAN
no but i didn't realize how much that song could give me malex feels sOB
do you think things would be better if alex was there?
Things have always been bad, and for a large percentage of time, Alex was there. When he was there, things were better.
So, I guess that means yes.
Drabble (Also Fifty Shades of AU).
i regret nothing
idk i got muse
this is very very very very vaguely nsfw idk if it's even worth tagging but
yh enjoy
For the most part, that night was a hurry.
There's a little shouting, a little plate throwing, a little crying. As far as impromptu returns go, they follow the rule book page for page. They even make the progression of 'book to movie'. I.E, a swear goes unfinished (the female throwing it in the male's direction, that is), and the hurriedness continues, so that their bodies are against the wall. Or rather, hers is; he stands before her, against her, both hands covering the span of her jaw.
The hurriedness continues while the throwing of slurs is replaced by the littering of clothes, following a trail to what could only be described as a mini library.
Things stop being hurried when he can see every inch of her white skin, and with arms around her waist (it doesn't take much to wrap around), she's below him, on her bed -- which still happens to be sporting occasional novels. They don't mind.
Every inch of her skin was gifted a kiss; the backs of her hands, the length of her legs, hips, wrists. Everything.
There'd been very little movement. Enough to make -- things happen -- but they kept it subtle enough to (partially) hold the other's gaze; get in those three words, whispered again, and again, and again, amidst the other's name.
When they finished, it took a while for the talking to begin; as had the main event. He made sure that his eyes didn't just search for what he wanted -- what almost every man she'd ever been with seemed to want -- he looked for the contours of her shoulders, and memorized the face he'd been starved of seeing.
And when the talking did begin, it lasted hours. They made poor metaphors describing their love, like their personal favourite: 'trying to un-love you is like trying to un-dilute orange juice'. They made it evident that neither particularly excelled with poetic confession, but it was established that they still retained the ability to render the other breathless with laughter.
She wasn't sure which she liked more. The fact it happened, or the fact she woke up in the morning, still blanketed by his arms.
What does he look like?-Allie
Uh... you'll have to forgive the upcoming inaccuracies. Me having not seen him in months -- in physical or photographic form -- and being bad with words generically, probably won't paint you the best picture.
Taller than me. So -- well, pretty fucking tall. He's in-proportion, too. It's a little ridiculous, actually. I don't know if he works out, or if it's just Moran genes, but -- well, yeah. In-proportion.
He's got a very strong jawline. Like Seb. Quite Grecian, actually. Tanner than me. Well -- no, he's like Seb. Blue eyes. The kind that get not-from-age-but-from-face lines from the corners when they smile. Seb-ish smile. Curly, blonde hair.
Seb will have a picture.
GUYS i just watched bambi 2 and the seb/alex feels just alex is so like bambi his mother is dead so he lives with his always busy dad (bambis dad seb) and bambi meets a cute fawn who is maria and there is this rival fawn who idk is yet and he always wants to impress and make his dad happy and i juST
I'm going to meet Alex!-Allie
Tell him I say ducks.
