#nonalex

[sleepy-time-gal]

nona, clarissa, and alex doing that tiktok trend "my boyfriend wants to show you his plants you better be nice" but with Alex's radio collection.

"My girlfriend wants to show you her radios, you better listen and be nice. 😠" - nona

"Shut the fuck up, my little sister is talking. 🤬" - clarissa

[sweetpotato-art]

you will be my girl...

[a-trip-to-edwards-island]

alex and nona 🎤

10/10 my personal favourite!!! It is * chefs kiss *

[sad-kazoo-noises]

Random Nonalex drabble

“You’re not Alex… You’ll never be Alex.”

It pained her to say that, but it’s the truth. These things aren’t Alex. They could never be Alex. They’re controlling her like a child would with a toy. A broken battered toy, playing until it serves no use. That’s all they are to them. That’s what Alex is.

That thought alone, terrifies her.

The frown they held shifted into a sinister smirk. Alex leans in, the alcohol from earlier within the night during a match of Truth or Slap, along with the strong scent of pine filling the air between them.

“Who stated we can’t be her?” Alex’s hand gradually comes out of Michael’s, her left jacket pocket and slowly makes its way towards Nona’s hip. She tenses, feeling Alex’s hand rest there; slowly her thumb begins rubbing little circles. If it were under different circumstances, Nona would’ve found this more than endearing. In fact, she would’ve been over the moon if Alex did this. If it was Alex, pinning her, towering over her, with a troubling smirk that made her knees weak. If it was Alex, giving her a love struck look.

But it’s not.

The Alex in front of her, has eyes lit up like road flares. A never-ending flame, of vibrant red, filled to the brim with rage, pain, and… sorrows.

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Yeah, 

Definitely not great at writing but I do try. And I do want to continue this drabble as this I’m kinda digging Possessed Alex n Nona.

:’)

[incorrectoxenfreequotes]

Nona: Tell me something romantic.

Alex: *finger guns* I think you’re pretty cool.

[incorrectoxenfreequotes]

Alex: All of my clothes keep disappearing, and it's creeping me the fuck out.

Nona, wearing Alex's jacket: Spooky.

[incorrectoxenfreequotes]

Alex: of course I care about all my friends equally.

Jonas: we were attacked while you were away.

Alex: is Nona okay???

[incorrectoxenfreequotes]

Nona: I wouldn’t even date myself.

Alex: Your standards must be impossibly high then.