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I don’t know if you are still gonna see this, anon, but I had to pause with the requests to study for my exams. But I can finally continue with the ones left. Hope you do see it :)
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Fake Dating + Locked in a room
George types furiously on his phone.
George [1:48 pm]
walk slower. No seriously walk slower
I don’t think you are walking slow enough
Alex [1:50 pm]
🙄🙄calm down you arse
I haven’t even begun walking yet
George [1:50 pm]
ALEX!!!
Alex [1:51 pm]
maybe you and the mistress can take this time to talk
George [1:51 pm]
don’t call him that, prick
can you hurry up?
Alex [1:53 pm]
no😊
George swears, cursing Alex to the next life.
“People would normally take advantage of being locked in a room with their boyfriend, you know.”
Lewis rocks his legs, leaning on his elbows to look at George.
George pockets his phone. “No one’s here. We don’t have to pretend.”
Lewis drops down to lay flat on the bed, his lower legs resting against the frame. “Yeah. Pretend.”
George ignores the way Lewis says the last word. “Alex will be here soon. I messaged him.”
“Maybe we can finally talk and you can tell me why you are ignoring me.”
“I’m not ignoring you,” George lies through his teeth.
“Yes, you have.”
“I haven’t.”
“George.” Lewis stands up from the bed. “I have had people come up to me to ask if we are having problems in our relationship and give me some very unwanted advice.”
“Why would you want it? We are not in an actual relationship. This is all just pretend,” George bites.
“Trust me,” Lewis chuckles hollowly. “I know. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“Then why are we having this discussion? Let’s just wait for Alex to come unlock the door.”
“Tell me why you’re avoiding me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“No, you’re not avoiding me or no, you won’t tell me?” Lewis tilts his head.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
Lewis clenches his jaw. “Cut the crap, man. Tell me why.”
“I can’t tell you something I’m not doing, Lewis.” George is starting to get frustrated.
“Tell me.” Lewis takes a step forward.
“No.” George turns around, planning to go lock himself in the bathroom until Alex comes.
“Don’t even think about locking yourself in the bathroom.”
The intensity in Lewis’ voice makes George pause.
“Tell me why you’re avoiding me.”
“Because I told you I love you and you didn’t say anything!” George bursts out. He finds Lewis a lot closer to him than he was before.
Lewis’ eyebrows furrow. “What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend. I know I was drunk but I remember telling you I love you.”
“George.”
“Then I woke up the next morning—“
“George.”
“and you didn’t say anything about it. You just continued as if—“
“George.”
He stops rambling and looks at Lewis.
“You told Alex you love him,” Lewis says.
“What?”
“It was Alex that you were talking to.”
“No,” George denies, “it was you. I remember you being there.”
Lewis nods. “Yeah, I was there. I was right next to Alex but you were talking to him.”
“Why would I tell Alex I love him?” George throws his hands in the air.
“When have you ever not drunkenly confessed your love for Alex. It’s literally the first sign of your drunken arse. You start telling Alex how much you love him.”
George crosses his arms. “I don’t do it that often.”
“I don't know what to tell you, man, but you do it every single time you are drunk.”
“Well, this is great then. I just confessed my feelings to you.” George laughs deliriously. “Can we forget this happened and move on?”
“No, I’m done pretending.”
George has barely registered the words when he is tugged forwards strongly and suddenly, Lewis’ hands are on his nape and his lips are clashing over his. An electric jolt passes through George’s body. It takes him a few seconds to respond. George snakes his arms around Lewis’ neck, kissing the older man back with the same passion.
Lewis breaks their kiss. “I love you, too, if that wasn’t obvious.”
“It’s obvious now.” George pulls Lewis in for another kiss.
Somewhere along the way, George remembers being picked up by Lewis and wrapping his legs around Lewis’ waist, his hands cupping Lewis’ cheeks, jokes being exchanged at the most random times before the other shut them up. They lose track of time until…
“There’s a bed right there—”
George and Lewis startle and pull apart.
“—but of course you two are wall people.” Alex leans against the door.
George pats Lewis on the chest, silently asking him to put him down.
“Took you long enough.” George runs his hand through his hair.
“You’re welcome.��� Alex grins. “You and the mistress wouldn’t have talked otherwise.”
“Excuse me?”
The grin wipes off Alex’s face. “Oh, oops, did I just say that out loud?”
“Did you just call me the mistress?”
“No.
A beat of silence.
“It’s a joke. Don’t kill me!”
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Mash-up trope
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its so funny you asked me abt crutchie because i was gonna ask you about him, but let's switch it up a bit and say albert forrrr 🏳️🌈🧸💤🫂📓😶
>:)
(Headcanon ask game!)
🏳️🌈 A sexuality headcanon
Gay gay homosexual gay (and also acespec, because I accidentally wrote him as such in the Bachelorette AU and have now gotten attached to that portrayal)
🧸 A headcanon about their childhood
He had a very poor relationship with his older brothers when he was a kid, and while that relationship improves as they grow up it still colors how he sees them.
💤 A headcanon about their sleep
Not sleep per se, but between Albert and Crutchie, Albert is usually the big spoon (or jetpack, since I write Crutchie as pretty tall)
🫂 A friendship headcanon
Albert teaches Katherine how to properly throw a punch.
📓 A headcanon about their hobbies
He's a fairly active guy, but tends to prefer less conventional sports. In canon era, this would probably mean he's into slingshot target practice and uh. getting into fights. As I've written him in various modern AUs, this has translated to him being a dancer, skier, and combat/big passing fan in each of the three bigger AUs I've done.
😶 A random headcanon!
When he grows his hair out, he's a little disappointed at first when it stops being in that messy in-between stage.
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“ are you making bad decisions yet? ”
“mr wayne. good morning.” alex nearly drops the carton of oat milk creamer that he’s been meaning to pour into a cat-shaped mug, black coffee still steaming, as he turns around to face the other man. his girlfriend’s father. why is he awake at the crack of dawn on a sunday morning? an awkward, somewhat forced smile blooming on his lips. suddenly, he’s almost painfully aware of the lack of proper clothing on his body. he’s standing in front of this renowned businessman in nothing but boxers, blushing furiously out of sheer embarrassment. he’s been trying to charm his way into helena’s parents’ hearts all weekend, and it seems that any progress he might have made is currently heading out the window. “bad decisions?” he echoes, scratching the nape of his neck. pale blue eyes studying the older man’s features, trying to figure out if he knows about his late night trip to helena’s bedroom. how would he know, though? alex was stealthy.
he has been staying in the guest room all weekend, obeying the rules out of respect for mr and mrs wayne even though he’s no longer a teenage boy, but last night he did sneak into his girlfriend’s bed. to talk. to read books together before sleepiness took over their bodies. to snuggle and scratch her back and play with her hair… nothing inappropriate happened between the two of them. not last night, not ever. and yet, he’s standing in the kitchen with the word GUILTY written across his forehead. “do you mean the creamer? a fan of strong, black coffee, are you?” if there was a list of world’s most awkward and uncomfortable moments that a person could experience in their lifetime, this particular one would surely make it to the top three. “i’ll be going on a little jog,” he always does. every single morning at five-thirty. “would you like to join me, @batisms?”
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Okay I need to know if “all dressed up for someone you never see” hurts as much as the title implies
So! While this one is a bit angsty it does have a happy ending! The title is shamelessly stolen from the song "False Confidence," which upon closer inspection seems to be about obsessing over what others think, but my initial interpretation was...not that.
Anyway, this is another Bachelorette AU tie-in that I'll hopefully write after I finish HIWB, and it's a series of vignettes from Albert's life that forced me to make some decisions about what year the Bachelorette AU takes place. It's a departure from the rest of my writing in that I am planning to write it in present tense (I think it'll fit the vibe better). Bullet points I have include:
Various church-related life events
Confusion over not relating to girls/crushes the same way his peers do as a kid
The struggle over getting relationships to last
The events leading up to him realizing he needs to leave the church
The breaking point for him deciding to apply to be on The Bachelorette
The summer after filming ends
The reason I chose that title is because to me it reads like skepticism of g-d: you dress up and go to [insert house of worship here], but you never actually see g-d, and so what's the point of it all? There's some commentary there about different perceptions of g-d and why Judeo-Christian is not a thing, but no one needs to hear me go on weird academic tangents.
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