mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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warnings: smut, pwp, masturbation (m receiving), idk man
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he never really got over you, everyone knew it. but it wasn't that big of a deal anymore. he pushed it to the back of his mind and tried to move on, girl after girl, even thought he might love some, but you were still there, lingering, as much as he tried to deny it.
now he is single, but content, he likes to think. he's been enjoying his time off tour in england, visited some family. he came back to his london house, getting tired of LA, wanted to start writing some new material but no ideas came through.
he decides to go out one day, after not seeing some of his friends for a long time, too long. but it all goes wrong. one of them mentioned birthday coming up and alex's sick mind got stuck on that, of course. you got in his head. again. and he couldn't stop thinking about it all day. they end up going to a bar in the evening and he stays for a few drinks. though not enough to get full on wasted, it is enough to cloud alex's mind.
when he gets home it dawns on him, thoughts of you, of the two of you together, just how much he missed it, having you around the house, kissing you almost every morning...he goes straight to his little bar cart and contemplates for a bit. should he try to make himself a proper drink, perhaps even try your favourite again, just to get a glimpse of your taste? no, that would take too long. he can't be bothered. he decides upon straight up liquor, out the bottle. as he slumps down on his settee he turns on the tv to some random documentary to try to calm his thoughts. all for nothing. his impulses take over him. he takes his phone out of his back pocket, instinctively searching for your name, scrolling through his list until he finds it. he forgot about the picture he'd set as your contact and god did he stare at it not even realising how the minutes passed. you just looked so pretty, perfect. it was one he took while you were sleeping, he'd woken up before you in the morning and the light hit your face so beautifully, accentuating all your features, your hair all messy around the pillow and some over your eyes, he couldn't resist capturing the moment.
he downs his drink and sits forward, a hand holding the phone, your face staring back at him, and the other rubbing over his face nervously, tugging at the slight stubble, prickly under his fingertips, trying to gather the courage to do something. or rather to get back to his senses and do nothing.
he settles upon texting you a simple 'hello'. he waits and waits for what feels like hours, though it had only been a few minutes, every second tormenting him. he texts again.
'darling please...' . please...what? he doesn't even know what exactly it is that he wants out of this. he wants you, of course, but he can't just say that, can he? so what will he even say to you when you reply, if you do. he didn't think it through, though it doesn't stop him.
seeing as you aren't responding, he calls, and calls, again and again, going to voicemail every time. he leaves a few messages, telling you 'call me, please', and stuff along those lines. it is now 3am and although confused once you check your phone and see all his texts and missed calls, you decide to call him back, thinking something might be wrong if he's so insistent.
