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Holiday | Part 17 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

Word Count: 13K

Warnings: Divorce (Don’t worry)

A/N: Second to last part. Cries I know!!! But it’s okay, more Alex works in the future. This part is pretty much for Y/B/F so enjoy it! Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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~*~*~*~ One Year Later ~ 2017 ~*~*~*~

“Shopping in LA is actually my favourite place to shop, anywhere” Y/B/F grins at you as you stand in the queue to pay for your new clothes.  

“Honestly it’s so much better when you’re here” You smile at her.

You were so glad that she was over for the summer again. She’d come the day after your birthday which meant that your birthday celebrations continued on for practically the next week.

“I’m half sure Alex hates me when I make him come clothes shopping. He always tells me I’m making clothes up in my head and that’s why I never find what I want” You tell her as you both take a step closer to the counter.

“To be fair to him, you do that all the time” She scorns you, this time not even having a playful smile. She just shrugs and nods agreeing with what you told her.

“But the clothes exist” You pout at how you were again being bullied by your best friend.

If it wasn’t Alex, it was her. You couldn’t win.

She raised her eyebrows at you, making it blatantly obvious that she didn’t believe you.

“Don’t look at me like that, they do. I’ve seen them on Pinterest” You tell her trying to hold back a smile.

Her giggles echoed through the shop around you at that point. You shook your head at her before nudging her shoulder with your own.

But he laughs were infectious and you ended up having a giggle too, probably much to the dismay of the other customers around you. Thankfully though, you both didn’t appear crazy to everyone else for long as you were then called to the next till where you then paid for your new clothes.

Once back out into the summer heat, you headed right as you were working your way down the street window shopping.

“Right, where to now?” You ask her as you dodge the people who are in too much of a rush to be polite and move themselves out of your way, instead of you having to move out of theirs.

“Oh, I think we’re going in here” Y/B/F says as she points towards the lingerie shop a few stores down.

You smile but shake your head, “Absolutely not”

“Oh come on. I’ve gotta get something for when I go to see Miles anyway and I’ve got to treat Alex. He did pay for my flight after all” Your best friend tried to convince you.

She and Miles didn’t really end up going out with each other, it just ended up being them both having fun with the other when they were both around. You’d say it was a friends with benefits situation which seemed to be treating them both well.

“You’re treating my fiancé to things I wear though, so it makes me feel bad when you won’t let me get you anything” You tell her.

You always tried to treat her when she came over, but she never let you get her anything. Her excuse always being the same thing.

“Y/N, you’re giving me a place to stay for free and you bought my ticket over here. I’m treating the both of you and you’ll both enjoy what comes of it more than you will me buying you a card or something” Y/B/F pointed out.

You actually hold your ground this time and don’t give into her. She then lures you inside the shop though, by saying, “Come on, at least help me find something for Miles”

“Fine” You sigh before you take the hand, she was offering out to you.

She grins when she gets you in the shop, “Right okay good. Now, what’s Miles’ favourite colour?”

After spending half an hour finding something that she wanted, you browsing at all the different material made you buy something too. Something which she tried to purchase on your behalf, but you point blank refused.

She went for an emerald green set which you were a hundred percent certain that Miles would love on her. You, however, didn’t go for something as colourful.

You ended up with a new black set which you simply adored from the second you saw it. It was in the style of a body suit and you hadn’t yet bought a really nice one in this style before.

So, you ended up buying that and some black fluffy handcuffs because you thought they would be cute around either your wrists or Alex’s.

Thankfully when you got back the boys weren’t yet home. They were out at a meeting with various different important people about the Monkeys’ new album that they had all been recording. Nick and Jamie were over too, and they were renting an apartment a bit further into the city.

Miles was also recording another album at the moment which you were excited about for him. Alex had been helping him with it and Lana Del Rey had also had some input in the actual writing of the lyrics to his songs, so you were really excited to hear it when it was closer to being finished.

When both you and Y/B/F got back to your house, you both headed straight upstairs to change into your new purchases. Both of you knew that you would be going straight for the lingerie though and the actual clothes would be being tried on much later.

You weren’t shy about getting changed in front of each other as you’d obviously lived together in the years previous to when you moved out, so you’d both seen everything before.

Her set looked absolutely stunning on her and you couldn’t help but tell her that, “Miles is such a lucky bastard”

She giggled at that but then gestured towards you and the new bodysuit lingerie that you now had on. The lace that connected the bra to the underwear was something you were sceptical about, but now that you’d seen it actually on yourself, you loved it.

You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in your walk-in wardrobe.

“Oh my god you have to put these on with it just to add to the look for me” Your best friend instructs you after seeing a mess of shoes in the room.

She hands you some black heels.

“I like your thinking” You giggle as you take the large heels off her.

They were pretty high ones and if you wore them out, which you rarely did, you’d probably be taller than Alex in them. They were black ones, that were practically stilettos, that were red underneath and they tied up around your ankle.

You sat on the little stool you had in room and put them on as your best friend adjusted her bra to fit her properly. You made sure to compliment her, when she span around to check her angles, by wolf whistled her to give her another ego boost.

When the strap of on your heels were securely attached around your ankles, you stand yourself up and look into the mirror again with Y/B/F stood just behind you looking at your reflection also.

Of course, she was right, the heels really did bring everything together.

She marvels at your appearance, “Wow I actually love it”

“I love it too, I won’t lie” You say with a smile as you run a hand over the material.

“I’m sure your fiancé will love it even more” Your best friend grins at you as she shifts through your clothes to find something sexy to put on over her new underwear.

You point out a black sundress that you’d let her have as it looks sexy, yet it easy enough to get off quickly when things got heated.

You watch as she puts the dress on as you say, “Yeah well Alex can wait till a special occasion to see this piece”

“We look hot” You can’t help but express as you look at the both of you in the mirror.

She grinned and posed standing next to you, like you were both in a photoshoot. She stuck her tongue out in a teasing manner after she said, “Hell yeah we do”

“Mirror selfie for the private Insta?” She asked you, putting the dress down for a minute before grabbing your phone as it was closest.

“Course” You grin quickly double checking that nothing was showing that shouldn’t be.

After a few selfies, you made her try the dress on that you pulled out for her, and she looked gorgeous. It was short enough to attract some attention, yet innocent enough to not fully tell everyone exactly what she was after. She looked stunning.

“Oh my god, I’ve got an idea. Where are those handcuffs you have?” Your best friend asks you as she looked at the material that covered your body.

You stand up and head to a draw that was hidden away in your wardrobe, where you kept all your fun toys. You find the leather ones quickly and pull them out before closing the draw back up.

“Got these ones that you sent us the other year, but I put the new ones on the bed” You tell her, showing her the leather ones.

She smiled at you and hooked her finger in the other cuff before pulling you into your bedroom with it. You laughed and followed her with no resistance, making sure you didn’t deck it in your heels.

“What evil plan have you thought up?” You ask her as she lets go of the cuffs you had in your hand and picks up the new fluffy ones and removes the packaging off them.

“I think you should send your boyfriend some pictures on what he’s missing out on” Your best friend smirked at you.

You let out a giggle at her little plan, but you were fully on board with it.

“He’s gunna go insane” You laugh as you sit down on your bed.

Y/B/F laughs too, “Isn’t that the plan with every sexy pic? To make your man go insane?”

“You’re a bad influence” You shake your head at her.

“But you love it. And he’ll love it”

You smile, “Okay, what you thinking?”

She suggests that you attach one set of handcuffs to the post of the bed and have your wrist in that one. Which you do. And then she suggests putting the new fluffy one around your other wrist and leave that dangling to show it off.

She takes a few pictures of you lying on the bed like that and you’re both just giggling the whole time. It had been so long since she’d helped you take pictures like this, so it was just comical that you were both doing it again now.

And the fact that she kept on making jokes to you about how lucky Alex was.

After she took a few more photos, she instructed you to hold the other side of the bed with your free hand, so it made it look like you were tied up with both. You do as instructed, and again you’re both laughing too much to take it seriously, yet she still thinks that Alex will be drooling at his phone when he eventually looked at them.

Which you knew he would be.

She paused herself after taking one picture of you and looked at your phone screen intently, and you laughed at her. A grin made its way to her face before she looked back up to your before giggling a little when she said, “His jaw will be on the fucking ground”

You just laugh and when she walks around the bed, you thought she was coming to show you the photos, but no. She completely betrayed you.

You best friend quickly grabbed your hand that had the loose cuff around it and then proceeded to attach the free one to the other post of the bed. So, your arms were completely separate and cuffed to either side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle nervously.

She just lets out a little playful giggle before heading back into your wardrobe before coming back out with her shopping bags in her hands.

“Y/B/F let me out” You say still a little shocked at her actions.

Your best friend has a shit eating grin on her face as she shakes her head. She smirks at you as she says, “No, I don’t think I will”

“Y/B/F come on; I’m being serious” You say sitting yourself up a little bit as best you could.

She grins at you, “I’m being serious too. And I think Alex is going to love his surprise when he gets home and finds you like this”

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this, he’s not home for another two hours” You say seriously, still completely shocked that you were now bound to your bed with no escape.

You couldn’t even kick your shoes off at her because they were strapped round your ankle.

“You can get yourself in the mood in that time, can’t you?” She playfully smiles at you.

She puts her other shopping bags on the ground as she teases, “Shall I put AM on for you? Get you in the right headspace?”

“Y/B/F” You shake your head at her as she makes the way to the vinyl on the shelves and she spots the record instantly.

“Hey, come on what about the plan. Teasing Al is funnier than this” You try and change her mind, but she just continues to put the record on the turntable.

She turns to look to you for a second before saying, “I think Alex is gunna like this plan a lot better”

You sigh and try and think of another excuse to get yourself out of your current situation. However, your mind draws a blank when Do I Wanna Know starts to play.

“Oh shit, Knee Socks is on the other side one sec” Your best friend plays dumb, loving that you were hating this.

But as your best friend, she knew she was doing you a favour and treating Alex at the same time. After all, she knew the actual truth of what time Alex was coming home, as the text had come through whilst she was taking pictures of you.

“You’re a bitch” You say but can’t help but laugh.

She too giggles before shaking her head, “Nah, you love me, and you’ll love me a lot more when you’ve impatiently waited for Alex to come home which will make the shag all the more interesting for you”

“I hate you” You say as she turns the music up louder.

“Love you too Sweetie” She blows a kiss at you before grabbing her stuff again and exiting your bedroom.

As she closes the door behind her, she can hear you shouting her name over the music and through the door. She has a little giggle to herself before entering her room (your old room) to grab a different pair of shoes to match the dress that she was borrowing from you.

About 5 minutes later, Y/B/F is waiting patiently downstairs for the front door to open as she knew that the guys would be home soon.

The text that came through on your phone, which your best friend still had in her hand, said both Alex and Miles would be coming back to the house in the next 10 minutes.

Something which Y/B/F was pleased about, because that meant she could escape to Miles’ sooner rather than later. And you being upstairs in the state that you were, would mean you wouldn’t judge her for it. Not that you would have done anyway, but she wanted to make it a fun evening for you too.

That was the only reason why she’d left you there.

She’d zoned out whilst watching TV thinking of all the dirty things that her and Miles could get up to, when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Hey, how was your day?” Alex asks his fiancés’ best friend.

She smiles round at the two men before saying, “Yeah, it was good thanks. How was the both of yours?”

“Pretty boring really” Alex replied before perching on the arm of the settee.

In the cheeky mood that she was in, Y/B/F thought she would tease, “Well I doubt that if your music is involved Al”

“You really are the flatterer, aren’t you?” Miles chuckles down at her, as he hadn’t decided to sit yet.

“Well you know me and my best friend… Suckers for both your music” Y/B/F said with a hint of mischief coming out.

Something that Alex picked up on straight away.

“Where is your best friend?” Alex asks, not wanting to be alone whilst shameless flirting took place.  

Y/B/F diverts her gaze back to Alex and she smiles, “Oh, she’s got herself a bit tied up upstairs. Got a call or something from work whilst we were out so she’s in your room trying to sort out the problem on her laptop”

“She alright?” Alex asks.

“She seemed a bit stressed out actually. She could probably do with a good relax” Y/B/F tells him as innocently as possible.

Y/B/F stands up and heads towards Alex to hand him your phone. “She’s left her phone down here. You alright taking it to her” You asked him, putting it in his hand.

“Yeah sure” Alex says before heading towards the stairs

“Miles whilst I’ve got you here. How about you take me and show me the view from your new neck of the woods?” Y/B/F shamelessly flirts.

Miles seems to be just as eager when he smirks and wraps an arm around her saying, “Sure”

“Why is something telling me that she’s not stressed up there?” Alex asks looking back to Y/B/F with a hint of suspicion.

“Oh, believe me she’s stressed” Y/B/F says before she grabs Miles’ hand and pulls him towards the front door.

Alex pays her no attention, just thinking she’s horny for his mate, before climbing up the stairs.  

He looks to your phone in his hand and smiles at your lock screen, which was a picture of the two of you at Matt and Breana’s wedding from last year. It was such a good day, it made him excited to eventually be able to marry you.

When Alex reaches the top of the stairs, he heads to the bedroom and is slightly confused as to why he can hear AM playing really loud. Weren’t you meant to be on a work call?

When he gets closer to the door, he can hear you shouting through it.

“Y/B/F get the fuck back up here now!”

“Y/B/F!”

Alex then opens the door confused, until he saw you lay on the bed wearing next to nothing, with your hands bound to the headboard. He was certainly not expecting the sight that he walked into.

Both of your words die in your mouths as you understand what’s happening. You both just stare at each other for a second.

Alex then clears his throat before he lets the bedroom door shut behind him. You watch as he goes and turns down the volume on the turntable before looking back towards you.

“Okay, so I’m fairly certain you shouldn’t be shouting your best friend’s name when you’re lying on our bed. Looking like that. Listening to me sing. And you know. You’re engaged to me” Alex tells her with an amused smile before he heads closer to the bed.

Your brain then kicks back into gear then, “Al, thank god you’re home… Please let me out”

“How long have you been like this?” Alex asks with a little chuckle before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know” You shrug as best you can “Like ten minutes or something thankfully”

“Why are you even like this at four pm?… Is this new?” Alex asks as he examines you, then the fluffy handcuffs.

You nod confirming that everything was new, and he quickly pecked your lips. Alex’s hands then go to working his way around the new handcuffs and where the safety latch on the side was. The fluff made it difficult to distinguish though, so you explained yourself as he worked.

“I was trying it on when Y/B/F suggested that I take a few pictures for you” You tell him honestly. “So, I was going to send them to tease you a bit, before you got home but she left me tied up”

Alex hands stilled on the cuffs when you started your second sentence.

“You were what?” Alex drops his hands and asks you, looking into your Y/E/C eyes.

You tell him quickly, desperation to be out of the cuffs seeping into your voice as you told him, “I was going to send you the pictures”

“Whilst I was at work?” Alex asks, double checking before he did anything.

“Yeah” You nod.

You certainly weren’t going to be sending them Miles.

“To tease me?” Alex then asks you with raised eyebrows.

And that was when you realised your mistake.

You immediately backtrack, “No”

“I think that’s what you just said” Alex said cocking his head to the side.

“No Alex, please let me out” You plead.

“Oh love love love” He says slowly before standing himself back up. “If you were going to send me pictures of you looking like this, you know what it would have done to me, don’t you?”

“Yeah but Alex i-“ You start to defend yourself, but you’re interrupted.  

“Don’t ‘but Alex’ me” He said before he shed off his denim jacket, leaving it on the back of the chair by the desk.

He comes back over and undoes a few more buttons on the white shirt that he wore before untucking it from his pants. You can’t help but gulp as you watch him.

God he was fucking sexy. Especially when he got like this.  

“You were trying to get me rock hard at work, weren’t you?” Alex calls you out on your actions.

You try and steer away from the subject again, “Al”

“Weren’t you?” He persists sternly.

You nod guilty at him and watch as he rolls up the sleeves to his shirt. God, why were his arms so sexy, with or without a shirt on?

“You know you’re not allowed to do that” Alex reminded you with a pointed look as he ate up how you looked.

“It was just going to be a bit of fun” You weakly defend yourself.

Alex nodded at you, but it was clear to see that he was not impressed by your defence.

“Just a bit of fun” He repeats to himself before his lustful gaze met yours, “Oh right… Well”

Alex that kneels on the end of the bed before separating your legs so he can crawl up your body between them.

“It’s just going to be a bit of fun playing with you for the two hours I was meant to be in that meeting for then, isn’t it?” He says as he makes his way up your body. His gaze feels like it’s burning your skin as he takes in every detail of your new attire.

“Alex” You shake your head at him. You truly didn’t plan on doing this today.

“Y/N” He says, looking up at you after placing a kiss to your lace covered stomach.  

“Alex, don’t you fucking dare” You warn him, pulling against your restraints a bit.

“Sweetheart…” He coos as his face now hovers over yours.

He kisses your lips once before pointing out, “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands”

“Al” You change your tactics to pleading again, but he cuts you off by putting his finger over your soft lips.

You liked it when you were the one doing this to him. You wanted to be on top of him. Not the other way around.

“Ah no” Alex shushes you. “I think you’ll find it’s Mr Turner as of right now”

You gulp. You were in for a long night.

~*~*~*~ Summer 2018 ~*~*~*~

A lot had changed for you over the last few years and to be honest, a lot had changed for Alex too.

Not everything was a good or happy change though. As a few days Alex’s 32nd birthday earlier in the year, both you and him found out some rather upsetting news.

Matt had come around to your house one evening, not looking so good, with some news that you didn’t expect to ever hear fall from his mouth.

“Me and Bre are getting a divorce”

Needless to say, that shocked you and Alex completely. You both weren’t expecting it at all as they had kept their problems very hidden which probably wasn’t healthy for either of them to do in hindsight. But when Alex softly questioned him about it after he asked if he was alright, Matt started to open up to the both of you.

Matt had a good cry and got his emotions out and seeing your very close friend so upset like he was, it really got to you as well. So, you and Matt ended up having a little cry together as you all spoke about everything and Alex was the strong one for the evening.

When you were with Matt, you only let a few stray tears fall down your face, which you quickly brushed away because you felt like you needed to be strong for him. Alex could obviously tell it was affecting you more than you were letting on, but he would talk to you later when Matt wasn’t around to see you get upset.

You felt so bad for crying, even the smallest of tears in front of him, but you couldn’t help it. Both of your friends were hurting and every time you thought about Amelia you cried.

When you gave Matt sometime alone with Alex, you went upstairs and composed yourself before you called Breana. You had to check that she was okay, because she had become such an amazing friend to you whilst you were living out here.

You would obviously always have Matt’s back, but you couldn’t not check up on her, when she now meant so much to you too. You’d called her and you talked for about an hour on the phone making sure she was okay.

Thankfully she seemed to be, and her story matched up to Matt’s completely. They hadn’t been happy for about 6 months and it was unfortunate that they had fell out of love. It broke your heart listening to the story being told again.

But of course, you understood. They had to and would do right by Amelia.

Nothing had changed there. They were both still grateful that they had their little angel, and they knew that the best way to ensure she had a happy childhood would be for the two to part ways on good terms.

And you couldn’t fault the pair for that. Doing right by themselves and their daughter was very amicable.

Matt had told both you and Alex downstairs that he would be moving out of their house and he was going to find somewhere relatively close by. So, he could both give Breana her space, but he would be still be close to Amelia.

Alex had offered for him to stay in your house for a while which matt seemed very grateful for, which when she told Breana about it, she also thanked you for doing.

You made a point of telling her though, that just because Matt was your childhood friend didn’t for a second mean that you were never going to speak to her again. You told her point blank that she meant a lot to you and that she couldn’t get rid of you easily so she shouldn’t try to.

Something which made her laugh and you were glad the call ended on a happy note.

After you discarded your phone though, you just sat and thought for a few minutes as you continued to wipe the stay tears away. But the more you thought about it, the more the whole thing upset you.

Never for a second would you have thought that Matt and Breana would get a divorce. They were such a loved-up couple and seemed truly happy with each other.

And that scared you to death.

Because you didn’t ever want to fall out of love with Alex. And the possibility of that happening to you truly terrified you.

So, with your mind going on overdrive about that, you got yourself quite worked up. Thankfully, your bedroom was like a safe haven though so you could cry as much as you liked in there.

Alex walked into your bedroom to find you sat at the desk, weeping into your hands.

“Y/N/N” He said softly to get your attention, once he’d closed the bedroom door.

You pick your head up out of your hands, and Alex saw how puffy your eyes had become. It hurt his heart seeing you like that.

You got up out of your seat wiping your tears away as you walked towards him, craving to be held by him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stop crying” you said to Alex feeling bad.

“It’s okay. Come here” Alex said stretching his arms out towards you.

You walked into them and Alex kissed you on your head as you cried into his chest as you hold onto him tightly. After crying for a good few minutes, Alex sat himself down on the bed and pulled you onto him, so you were straddling his lap.

“Hey hey hey” Alex softly says trying to get your attention and getting your messy hair out of your face.

Both his palms rested on your cheeks and his thumbs were wiping away your tears as he looked into your glossy eyes.

“Breathe” Alex told you and you nodded closing your eyes and started taking in long shaky breaths.

Once you were slightly calmer and the tears started falling less frequently, you tried to speak to him. You were face to face and you were looking in Alex’s lovely chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry” You said in a squeaky voice, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Hey shh” Alex calmed you, wiping another tear that fell.

Your eyes looked gorgeous right now, but he wished you weren’t upset. He just wanted to make your pain go away. He wanted you to be crying happy tears to make your eyes sparkle like they were doing.

“You don’t need to apologise” Alex said softly, and you took another shaky breath.

“I do, because you should be looking after Matt right now, but instead you’re in here looking after me” You said in a strangled voice and a few more tears fell.

“Ey no. You’re my girl, taking care of you is my job. And Matt’s asleep downstairs, it’s okay” He tells you and you nod, pressing your lips together to hold back a sob.

Alex could feel your lip threatening to tremble and it broke his heart.

He’d never seen you this upset. Ever.

In the 18 years that he’d been your friend he’d never seen you like this.

He could tell you wanted to say something, but he could somehow feel that you were holding it back.

“What you thinking?” Alex almost pleaded with you to tell him.

His hands fell from your face and rested on your hips to give you a bit of space, if you needed it, but he made sure to keep you close. He didn’t want you upset like this feeling alone.

“I’m gunna sound like a right bitch now but please don’t take it that way Al” You start by saying as you wipe your face with your sleeve.

“What is it love” he asked you, letting you take your time with your words.

You look another shaky breath before asking him, “Are you happy? With me?”

Alex didn’t even need a second to answer you.

He looked you straight in your eyes and said, “Yes. Y/N you make me the happiest man on the planet every day. Do you think you don’t make me happy? Do I not make you happy?”

“No Al, that’s not what I meant by it. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, I swear” You tell him panicking a bit.

You loved him completely. He had your heart.

“What do you mean baby? Why did you think I wasn’t happy?” Alex asks you as you wipe some more tears away.

You took a moment to make yourself stop crying. You took a shaky breath and told him in a strained voice looking anywhere other than his face “I don’t, I just don’t wanna go through that Al”

“Go through what?”

“A divorce like that. And I know we aren’t married or whatever, but the thought of not being with you makes me feel sick” You tell him with tears spilling again.

“And I know that sounds really selfish right now, but I just want you to know that I see a future with you and the thought of ever going through what Matt’s going though, with you, makes me feel ill” You begin to tell him.

You continue on to bare your heart to him, “I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone and I’m so happy with you… I wanna be happy like we are for the rest of our lives Alex so just please… If I piss you off, or if you ever hate me for anything, or you have something in your mind telling you something’s wrong... Please just tell me because I love you with all of my heart… And I’ll do anything to keep us this happy”

You take a shaky breath when you finish your declaration of love to him and throughout it you didn’t stop wiping your tears away. You wanted him to know you were deadly serious and the eye contact that you maintained with him as you said it, told him that that you were being 100% genuine.

He already knew that anyway as you’d never lie to him.

“Y/N/N” Alex sighs with a soft smile, before he cups your face again and pulls you in for a soft but stern kiss. His kisses you a few times and he can taste your tears, but he knows the kiss will help you in a way that his words can’t.

When Alex pulls away, he looks you in the eye before he speaks from the heart.

“Y/N, I love you so fucking much… It actually hurts me to not be able to explain how much I actually love you. Like my heart hurts right now because I can’t tell you how much you physically mean to me” Alex tells you feeling the ache in his chest.

His eyes had also started to slowly gather water as he continued to tell you his feelings.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t ever, ever want to let you go. You don’t have to worry about another messy break up or even a divorce because I’m here for good. I don’t want another heartbreak and by the sounds of it you don’t either”

You smile at him and shake your head, “No I really don’t. I just wanna be with you and be as happy as we have been”

“So do I, baby. I swear” Alex also smiles.

“Please promise me that well just talk to each other about everything… Because, we’re not stupid, we know will have arguments over stupid stuff and probably some big stuff too, but I can’t ever think of not loving you anymore. I wanna be and I will be in love with you for the rest of my life. So please just promise you’ll talk to me?” You pretty much beg him.

“I promise you Y/N/N, because that’s how I want it to be. I wanna marry you one day and I want you to be mine forever. I want you to know I’m yours forever” Alex tells you as tears trickle down his face to.

And this time it’s your turn to wipe them away. “I love you” You tell him with a smile.

“I love you too baby” He smiles and brings your lips back to his.

This time you can taste his tears too and your fairly certain yours are still running down your face. The kisses last a long while. They aren’t heated, they all just hold so much passion within them that you don’t want them to stop.

You both knew they weren’t leading to anything sexual because neither of you were in the mood for that today. You were just both emotionally drained and just needed something to keep the other going for a bit longer.

When you both pulled away you were completely drained. Of both energy and tears. Your lips were swollen, as well as your eyes from crying all day and Alex’s eyes were red too now.

“I love you” You croak out again, but Alex shushes you with his finger on your lips.

“No more crying today” He smiles, which made you chuckle.

“Okay” You whisper with a smile and a nod.

“I wanna go shower” You say to him after a second, feeling completely disgusting. You could feel the dried tears on your cheeks and you just felt like you needed to relax.

“Okay love” Alex smiled at you before pecking your lips once more. “I love you too” He tells you and you smile.

The both of you stand up and you give Alex the biggest hug and he hugs you back the tightest he ever had. The last 15 minutes had been emotional for you both and you think that you both couldn’t wait for night-time to fall.

The rest that you both craved would soon be there but you both needed to be there for Matt. In every way that you could.

You let go of Alex and release a deep breath. “Right. I’ll be down in twenty minutes” You tell him, and Alex doesn’t question you.

He nods before kissing you again and afterwards he reiterates, “I love you”

“I love you too” You smile at him and giggle as he pushes you towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be in the lounge when you’re ready” Alex tells you and you nod before you enter the bathroom.

You blow him a like kiss and say, “We’ll get him back to being Matt” You promise both yourself and Alex.

You both could see that he wasn’t himself earlier. Not that you expected him to be, but you would both do everything in your power to make it, so he was his old cheerful self again.

“We will” Alex nods to you before you both head in separate directions.

And you both did get Matt back to his usual self. It took a long while and it wasn’t easy but by Summertime he was doing well. Apparently, the couple hadn’t been in love with each other for a long while before they told anyone which meant that getting them both back out there when the time was right was a little easier.

So, when it came to Matt and Breana seeing other people it didn’t take as long as it usually would have. But in every relationship, it took different people different times to bounce back.

And they had both gone around it the right way and there was no cheating taking place because they were again single now. Lies and deception always hurt people more than the truth usually, so you were glad they had gone about everything in the right way.

Breana had been wanting to go out with you a bit whilst Matt and Alex were away in the spring on their first leg of the Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino tour, which you happy joined her doing so. You were quite the wing woman for her as you were sure Alex was being for Matt whilst they were away.

In fact, by the time the boys were home for a break between legs of the tour, Breana was speaking to someone who was making her really happy. And you were thrilled to see her like that, as you were thrilled to see Matt who looked amazing when he’d come back home.

Matt stayed with you for two months before he found himself a decent sized apartment that was slightly further into the city. The place was really nice and you, Alex, and Miles had all helped him move in and did the place up for him.

So, you were sure that he would have no issues taking ladies he would meet back there with him now he’d slept about a bit on tour. Something which wasn’t particularly uncommon for people to do after breakups, so you encouraged him with whatever he chose to do.

Alex seemed to tell you though that nearer the end of the tour the women leaving various hotel rooms became less frequent which you guessed was good. At least he’d got it out of his system whilst he’d been away.

So, by the time Y/B/F came over for her annual summer visit, everything was pretty settled. The divorce announcement went out around march which of course drew some attention to the band, but most people were just excited for the new album.

Which you and Y/B/F were obviously over the moon about. You’d heart Alex play about with some of the songs on the piano upstairs a few times when he wanted your opinion on it, and you loved it.

Your man was very very clever at writing lyrics and creating the most amazing music. You truly loved the new album, you thought it was the cleverest one yet lyrically and you could tell Alex and all the other boys were really proud of it too.

You were also really proud of Miles. Not only because his new album was out, but also because he had recently just made things official with his new girlfriend.

Unfortunately, Y/B/F and Miles never became anything serious, but they were still good friends and she was really happy for him when he told her that he was seeing someone. You were surprised she took it so well but then she said that she was truly okay after it.

Currently, Miles was back home in the UK doing his tour, before the festivals kicked off properly, which both him and the Monkeys were doing pretty much the same ones together. You were excited to go around with them to some of the new places that you hadn’t yet been when you got the time off work.

Breana had just taken Amelia away to her Mum’s for a month, meaning that Matt was around your place a lot again because he was bored (he usually stayed over a lot too). Breana in herself was doing really well and she introduced Matt to the guy she was seeing before she went away (not that the guy went to her Mums with her) but it was nice to see that they were both respecting each other.

You didn’t think that the guy she was seeing had got as far as to meet Amelia yet, but afterwards when Matt talked with her about him, he apparently said that he seems nice and if she wanted to let Amelia meet him, she could.

Y/B/F once again back staying in your old bedroom, so your days were kept busy either working from home or entertaining her, which was great. You were glad your job was a more relaxed one and if you wanted to you could do bits from home. So when she came over, it made life a lot easier because you didn’t want to abandon her.

You truly loved it when she came over. Every time she came, she brought a new dynamic with her.

And as it turned out, this time seemed to be the most memorable of her coming over.

You, Alex, Matt and Y/B/F were all sat in the lounge having a few drinks, after just finishing off a Chinese takeout. You were all chatting away about a load of different topics that came into people’s minds.

The topics ranged from the tour, to new music, to Y/B/F wanting to move out here (something that she was seriously considering doing), to Matt’s new apartment, to Matt’s relationship status.

“Come on Matt, you’re such a Dilf! You need to get back out there” You tell him truthfully.

Matt chuckles at that comment, just double checking with you though, “Did you just call me a Dilf?”

Y/B/F was hysterically laughing next to him on the other sofa as Alex was sat next to you on the other one. You’d won the spot on the settee tonight, so you were very happy.

“What does that even mean?” Alex looked to you and ask.

You glanced at your, so behind the times, fiancé and shook your head. You pressed your lips together to try and control the big smile that wanted to make its way onto your face.

You cooed him, “Oh Hunny, you don’t wanna know”

He just gave you a confused look before your attention moved back to your friends on the other settee.

“She’s right though” Y/B/F tells Matt, agreeing with your comment and nudges Matt.  

You gesture to your best friend and nod to her as a thank you for the back up, “See Matt… It’s not just me. You need to get back out there”

“I’ve been back out there” Matt tells you, even though he knew full well that you’d been checking up on him throughout the tour.

“You know I don’t just mean like a night thing Matt. You were so goo-“ You begin tell him before you’re rudely interrupted.

Alex pulls you down onto his lap, so your top half is lay across his lap as he playfully says, “Why do you wanna fuck my best friend when your engaged to me?”

You burst out laughing seeing his phone in his hand and seeing urban dictionary page open on it. You laugh so loudly you can only just get your words out in between your laughs, “I can’t believe… You just googled… What Dilf just meant”

“I can’t believe you wanna fuck Matthew when your meant to be marrying me” Alex chuckles down at you, as you still giggle away in his lap.

Matt and Y/B/F laugh at the scene playing out in front of them too.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Matthew but thought it may have risked something ever starting between us, so I didn’t, because I fancied you more” You sit up and tell your boyfriend honestly.

Alex looks towards you with a playful glint in his eyes but to the onlookers in the room it appears to be a look of betrayal. Alex scoffs at you and you grin and kiss his cheek, missing his goatee, before you turn back to the other people in the room to reiterate your point.

“But no, Matt, I’m being serious. You used to be so good at chatting up girls back home. If you would have chatted me up back then I definitely would have said yes so just do what you did back then” You encourage him.

“Matt, do you want her because I think she wants you more than me mate” Alex says from your side and you chuckle.

You look to your fiancé, who looks completely done with you, and tell him, “Al, if you would’ve tried to seduce me back then, I’m sure we would be long married by now”

“Well it worked didn’t it? Because you’re here now” Alex said rather cockily.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “You didn’t seduce me Alex, I missed out on that part”

“What do you mean ‘I didn’t seduce you’? I literally got you to be my girlfriend after two weeks of you staying with me” He practically scoffed, as if it was obvious.

“Please” You roll your eyes a bit, “We only made it official whilst I was still on holiday because we were both drunk and horny as fuck, so we just shagged”

His jaw drops at that. He couldn’t believe you were denying his attempts at seducing you.

You’re having none of his lies though. So you get back up, “Even Matt can vouch for that, because we didn’t put each other down the night we shagged”

“It was revolting” Matt told Y/B/F and you looked towards him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh shush, you enjoyed it” You play before you look back towards your man, “And we definitely wouldn’t have made it official that quickly if that didn’t happen”

“But I’d asked you on the date the day before that happened, so it was gunna happen” Alex tries to maintain an argument.

“Yeah but I wasn’t going to shag you straight away Alex” You say seriously, and he raises his eyebrows at you, giving a look of complete disbelief.

“Y/B/F tell him” You say before turning to look back at her, “When I actually liked someone, I didn’t just sleep with them straight away did I?”

“Never on the first date” She grins and Alex chuckles beside you.

“Don’t even suggest it was on the second because it wasn’t” You say sternly.

Y/B/F smiled, “No, you were good, to be fair. If it was someone you actually liked, and it wasn’t just a rebound thing, it was a good month or so before penetration happened”

Matt burst out laughing at the way she put it. You just released a little embarrassed laugh before you hid behind your hair a little bit.

“Awh Y/N/N, you’re so cute” Alex said hugging you into his side.

“I know I am” You say before looking around at him again, his arm still remained around you though.

“You don’t even know how nervous I was the morning after though. I thought you were just going to be like ‘That was alright now bye, see you when I never come back to Sheffield’” You tell him honestly.

Until he actually said that he liked you too, you were really nervous about that happening.

“How could you even think that?” Matt says dramatically, making you and Alex look back towards him, “He’s been obsessed with you since we were sixteen”

“Well how was I meant to know that Matthew?” You give him a pointed look.

Matt then sighs before putting his bottle of beer between his legs so he could start counting up on his fingers, “The fact that you were always invited around maybe? Invited to every gig? He always walked you back home? That all of us lads made every excuse that it was your house we would go around to when it was raining? And you were even invited on the first official tour?”

“Oh yeah and at the end of that tour when you came back from America and he’d started seeing Alexa, it really seemed like he wanted me then” You say defending your past self for being oblivious.

“Don’t be bitter about Alexa. Yeah, she was sly about you, but it wasn’t her fault Alex was a pussy” Y/B/F jokes and you laugh when you see Alex stick two fingers up at her.

She and Matt just giggle before you lean back into your fiancé a bit more, getting yourself comfy. You felt his beard prickle the top of your head as he pressed a kiss against it.

“I’m not bitter about her at all, I really liked her at the time. And she inspired some banging tunes… I’m glad I didn’t go out with him until now” You say before leaning the top of your head against Alex’s jaw before you pat his cheek from your awkward position on the settee.

“Yeah that’s true. We wouldn’t have Secret Door or Arabella” Y/B/F reiterates.

“You are aware Arabella was about Arielle, not Alexa, right?” Matt grins beside your best friend and she playfully shoves his shoulder.

Your best friend grins at him whilst pretending to be annoyed saying, “Right Matt, how about I tell you things about the four of you that you don’t even know?”

Matt grins back at her saying, “Try your best darling, your sources won’t be fact checked”

“When she’s my source?” She confidently says back before pointing at you and taking a sip of her wine.

“Y/NNN” Matt draws your name out as he looks back towards you. You smile to show him your listening, and it prompts him to continue, “You know that conversation we had way back when, that what happens on tour stays on tour, did you stick to that?”

You change the subject right back to what it was immediately. “So yeah Alex, I’m glad I go with you later, because if not, they wouldn’t have had that fitting song on Love Island if it wasn’t for you writing that song about Arielle”

The other three people in the room laughed at your attempt at distraction and thankfully Y/B/F helps you out at keeping Matt off that other topic.

“Yeah but you wouldn’t have got the rest of AM if it wasn’t for you so” Y/B/F pointed out with a grin.

“Stop itttt” You whine before hiding yourself into Alex’s body.

He just sat there and chuckled, letting you hide into him like an embarrassed schoolgirl who’d just been caught kissing someone.

You didn’t like to be reminded your favourite songs were about you. You’d told no one that Cornerstone was about you. Not even Y/B/F and you were certain Alex hadn’t told any of the lads.

And things would be remaining that way.

The rest of the night was spent making jokes and chatting each other’s ears off until Alex fell tired. Of course, you weren’t surprised by this.

A combination of an early morning and alcohol in Alex’s body made him more susceptible to falling asleep on the settee. Something which you hated because it was always a ball ache to wake him up and get him to come up the stairs with you.

So, before he fell properly asleep you sent him to bed.

“Get some rest, I hear it’s your day to make food tomorrow” Y/B/F smirks as Alex tiredly walks towards the stairs.

“I fucking hate that we made that weekday rule” Alex mumbles to himself but you just giggle.

“Goodnight my love” You say before blowing him a kiss which he doesn’t attempt to catch, he just smiles before blowing one back at you and heading up the stairs.

You’d take that.

About an hour later when you and Y/B/F had finished off your shared bottle of wine you said retired up to bed too. You weren’t really tired yet, but you were getting there.

So, you left the other two downstairs after asking Matt which bedroom he was staying in tonight, just so you knew. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay over so he always ended up picking the same room that was pretty much on the opposite side of the house, compared to your’s and Alex’s.

You said goodnight to them before making your way up the stairs and as silently as you could you made your way into your bedroom. Alex was lightly snoring away when you got in there and you could tell he was really tired.

Usually when you both went to bed you would chat for a while, but it wasn’t so bad seeing Alex like this either. He looked so cute these days, despite having his new goatee which made him look a little older.

You’d grown to love it as much as you loved the hair on the top of his head. You hated that he pulled off every single style he went for, and it was completely effortless.

You get yourself changed into your pyjamas silently, assuring you didn’t disturb your sleeping beauty and once you’d been to the bathroom, you got yourself into bed. Something which you thought you managed to do without waking Alex up, but as soon as you settled yourself on your side, you felt him roll onto his side before pulling you back into his chest.

You smiled him being cute and you carried on reading the book you had bought on your phone. You would say you did that for around an hour, until you felt the need for a drink of water.

The alcohol you’d previously had made your throat a little dry, so you unfortunately had to get yourself up. You picked up Alex’s hand, that was hugging you to him, placed a kiss on the back of it before gently moving it from around you.

When you got yourself up you did a little stretch before you made your way out of the room, once Alex had settled himself again. This time he’d rolled onto his back again and was back lightly snoring away quickly.

You’d forgot to stock up the little mini fridge with water bottles, so you headed downstairs to get yourself one.

You silently walked down the hall to the stairs until you stopped dead in your tracks to make sure you weren’t hearing things. You’d just made it to the top of the stairs and was about to descend until you heard a bed creaking and Y/B/F’s muffled moans.

Your jaw dropped to the ground.

For a split second, you thought that she’d called up Miles to come over, but you remembered that he now had a girlfriend and he was back in Liverpool. Which meant that the only guy Y/B/F actually knew over here was Matt.

Y/B/F and Matt were shagging in your old bedroom.

You abandoned your plan for a drink before hastily running back to your room, silently screaming. You were so happy that this was happening, you couldn’t even lie.

You shut your bedroom door quietly before you let out the tiniest squeal and jumped over Alex on the bed.

Alex jumped awake and you felt the sleep actually jolt out of him and his tired eyes were now wide looking at you like you were crazy. To be honest, you didn’t blame him, you must have looked like a right freak, but you were too excited to care.

Once Alex realised that everything was fine, he blinked a few times before he tiredly rubbed his eyes as he said, “Right if you’re waking me up for sex Y/N/N, I thought we agreed the best way to do that would be with your mouth, not you actually jumping on my body. That’s not what ‘jump your bones’ means”

Despite him saying that he raised his hands, so they landed on your hips and he made an effort to begin to lift up your top. You quickly swatted his hands away though and he gave you a look of confusion.

“What’s up with you?” Alex chuckled looking at you above him.

“Matt and Y/B/F. They are shagging” You told him before covering your mouth and squealing slightly.

“No” Alex said with wide eyes. Very clearly shocked.

You nodded down at him before you covered your mouth and lent down against his chest and squealed into him like he was your pillow. This was actually mad, you never expected this.

“How do you know?” Alex asked you and you sat back up.

“I could hear them near the stairs” You told him.

His eyes were wide, probably in both shock and because he’d been woken up by a jump scare.

“I did not see that one coming” Alex told you and you could see that he truly never expected this to happen either.

“Same, but I’m happy about it. Aren’t you?” You asked him.

You were happy for Y/B/F but, by god, you were extremely happy for Matt.

Alex nodded up to you with a smile, but you could see it grew tired again. You felt the need to call him out on something then.

“Did you literally only wake yourself up at bit then because you thought we were going to have sex?” You playfully grin.

Alex then gave you a half dirty look before defending himself, “Don’t want to disappoint you my love, the twice a day thing lasted a solid year, but it’s been a minute”

To be fair it had been a little while since you’d had sex twice in one day. You just were never really alone anymore, partly because of Matt staying and now Y/B/F. You still got your morning sex though, so it wasn’t so bad.

“Because you’re old now” You say in jest, with a teasing smile

“It was your birthday last week, you’re just as old as me darling” Alex plays back, a smirk now on those lips.

You decide to play a bit more, “I don’t look older than I actually am though” You even have the air on his chin a little scratch just so his tired mind didn’t have to work so hard to understand the point you were making.

“You love my beard” Alex says furrowing his eyes.

You shrug at him before you peck his lips, “I can live with or without it”

You then climb off it to lie yourself down next to him again. You turned yourself onto your side, so your back was once again facing him, and you heard him scoff.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about it this morning when it was between your legs” Alex said, and you felt him turn himself over, so he was facing your back.

You grin a little at that. You knew exactly what was about to happen now. Y/B/F wasn’t going to be the only one getting some tonight.

You just shrug again before saying, “I don’t recall complaining when it wasn’t there either”

Faking your disinterest seemed to work a treat, because the next thing you knew you were biting back moans and desperately pulling on your fiancés hair as he made a point of showing you how good his beard actually was.

~*~*~*~

The next evening you walked into the kitchen, leaving Matt and Y/B/F in the lounge, and wrapped your arms around Alex’s waist as he cooked dinner for you all.

“You okay?” He asks you.

You nod against his back and say, “Yep” before you release him and jump up on the counter so you could watch him cook.

After a minute, you ask him in a hushed tone, “Has Matt mentioned anything to you?”

Alex looked up to you and smiled before shaking his head.

“Nothing” He told you and you shook your own head in disappointment.

You couldn’t believe they were keeping it a secret. You’d literally been tiptoeing around the subject all day hoping she’d tell you, but you’d got nothing.

“Has Y/B/F said anything?” Alex asked you and you shook your head.

“Nah nothing, I’ve literally been pushing for the conversation about it but she’s not saying anything” You tell him, pouting your lip a little.

“Don’t look all upset. They might just wanna keep it to themselves for a bit” Alex said, and you understood but you sighed.

You try and not see it that way, but your best friend told you everything. Sometimes even before things happened with someone, she would say that she thought it was going too.

She was never shy about her feelings; you didn’t understand why she was being secretive about what she was up to now.

You sigh, “But I told her literally the next day about us… Why keep it a secret? We didn’t and we were fine”

“Y/N, it would have been a bit hard for us to keep it a secret. We were literally getting off with each other all night and they all knew it was gunna happen” Alex fairly pointed out as he stirred the pasta.

“Yeah but even so, we wouldn’t have hidden it… I could have waited till I was back home to tell her about us, but I didn’t, I told her the next day. And there’s no way you wouldn’t have told Matt, or Miles” You say and raise your eyebrows for the last point.

He liked to think he wasn’t a gossiper, but there was no way he wouldn’t have told those two.

“I’d of liked to keep us locked in this house for days alone Y/N/N you know that” Alex tells you and you do believe it was true.

You smirk as you say, “Yeah but you gave your friends keys so they could come and tease us every five seconds”

Alex just laughed at that, before abandoning the food for a minute so he could come and talk to you. You through your arms around his neck as he spoke to you.

“I don’t know why they’re hiding it love… Maybe they aren’t like us. Maybe they regret it and want to forget” Alex said whilst he stood between your legs and his arms went around your waist.

“Why would she regret shagging Matt?” You said and you giggled as Alex raised his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut it. You know what I mean… He’s nice he’s good looking, he’s talented, and he’s apparently a good shag. Why would she regret that?” You say.

Breana had been pretty open with you about hers and Matt’s sex life, and it seemed pretty good

“I’m sorry do you want me to get him to be your fiancé instead” Alex asked you before he looked over his shoulder and half shouted, “Hey matt”

“Shut up” You giggle, slapping Alex’s shoulder and he laughed turning back to you.

“You know I love you” You tell him.

“I’m just saying I don’t see a reason why either of them would regret it. And I know you know Y/B/F is a good shag too. I even heard Miles tell you that” You laugh, and Alex laughs too.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we just see how long they keep it a secret for? Could place a bet, make it fun” Alex suggested, and you laughed.

“You’re on. I’ll have it out of her in less than a week” You grin.

“I feel like you’ve forgot how private Matt is” Alex says giving you a questioning look.

You sigh before laying out the stakes, “Fine then, less than a week I win and more than a week you win”

“What do I win?” Alex asked with raised eyebrows.

“You can win whatever you want because it’s not gunna happen” You giggle.

“Oh good. I’m gunna make you do something dirty” Alex said, and you shook your head with a giggle.

You smile as you say, “We have been together three years Alex. What else can you possibly come up with?”

“I’ll have a google don’t worry” He grins, and you laugh before kissing his lips a few times.

~*~*~*~

2 weeks had passed. And nothing had come out yet. Much to your disappointment.

Alex was buzzing though, but you’d told him that he couldn’t claim his winnings until the truth was out.

You still didn’t understand why it wasn’t out though, as the couple was still getting at it when they thought the two of you wouldn’t notice. They had also started going out together but making up shitty excuses.

Like right now, you Alex and Matt were sat on the settee’s and Y/B/F walked into the room now wearing a cute navy dress that reached her mid-thigh. Much different than the shorts and baggy top she was wearing earlier before she’d gone and showered.

“You ready?” Matt asked her and she nodded with an innocent smile.

You probably would have believed it if you didn’t know what was going on.

“Where are you going?” Alex asks them as innocently as possible.

You had a good pokerface in these kinds of situations, but Alex had to do the digging for you in this situation. It was leaving you too shocked.

“I’m gunna show her around the city. See where we end up” Matt said before grabbing his and standing up.

They both started walking towards the front door of your house when Alex replied.

“Okay, have fun” Alex said from the other settee and your jaw was hanging open. Thankfully hidden behind the back of the sofa you were on.

“See you later” Y/B/F called from near the front door and Matt hastily opened the door and closed it with a thud behind him.

You turned, with your jaw still agape, to look at Alex and he smiled at you.

“I can’t believe it. They just left to go on a fucking date and she’s still not fucking told me” You say feeling yourself get yourself but annoyed and slightly hurt by it.

“Y/N/N don’t be stupid. They are going for a drive and probably dogging” Alex says in hopes to make you laugh but he can already tell that you weren’t amused.

You pout, “I’m sick of it”

“Don’t be… Do you realise what this means?” Alex asks you with a playful smile.

But you didn’t pick up on it as you sighed, “That my best friend hates me and doesn’t trust me enough to tell me she’s shagging my other mate?”

“No Y/N/N. It means we have the house to ourselves”

You look to him at that point and see exactly what he’d hinting at. “Alex don’t even play”

“I’m not playing” He shakes his head. He’d deadly serious.

“Good” You say as you get yourself up off your sofa and move over to him so you can straddle his lap.

Hopefully he could distract you from this too.

~*~*~*~

After another week had passed, you completely lost your patience.

Alex could see it had been coming for a few days, as you were getting more hurt by the fact it was being kept a secret each day.

So, when you blew up in front of everyone, Alex was the only one not surprised by it.

You were all in the lounge, like usual, and you stood up and started pacing. So, Alex knew exactly what was coming.

Both Matt and Y/B/F looked to each other confused by your actions before Y/B/F asked, “Are you alright Y/N/N?”

You shook your head before you stopped pacing and asked her, “Do you not trust me or something?”

Your best friend looked at you like you’d gone crazy, obviously not understanding why you were having a mini meltdown.

So, you continue, “Do you have a new best friend that you tell your secrets to?”

“Woah Y/N, what are you on about?” She asks you defensively.

“I’m on about you and Matt shagging and not telling me” You say gesturing between them.

Both of their eyes widen at that fact that you just said it outright and Alex just smiled to himself before taking a sip of his tea. He knew how fuming you were, so he was just watching this play out like it was a scene in a bad teen drama. 


“Why are you both looking at me like that?” You asked, shocked by their own shock.

“You aren’t very subtle about it. You go out together all the time, which I bet are dates, but Alex thinks you’re dogging” You say pointing to your fiancé who was just keeping his amusement to himself, “And Y/B/F I lived in the next room from you for a solid five years. I know when your shagging someone”

You let out a breath, before letting all your anger about the situation dissipate.

“I just really wanted to talk to my friend about her shagging someone who she’s fancied since she was twenty-two” You say honestly, and Y/B/F could see the hurt in your eyes over the situation.

You just wanted to hug your best friend and have a good catch up like you used to when she started seeing someone.

Y/B/F was about to say something when Matt turned to her and ask her, “You’ve fancied me since you were twenty-two?”

“Matt I’d be quiet” Alex warns him.

Y/B/F ignores Matt’s question and  “I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to hate me because I’m seeing another one of your friends. And I didn’t want you to throw me out of your house”

“Are you joking?” You say a little hurt that she would think you wouldn’t support her decisions. You look to your fiancé, “Alex tell her how excited I was”

“She jumped on me and woke me up” Alex tells them truthfully.

“Bet you were pleased” Matt grins at his best mate.

Alex shakes his head before telling him, “You owe me a bottle of whisky”

“Why?” Matt asks completely confused, whilst Y/B/F gets up to go and hug her best friend.

“Because I need alcohol when I have to deal with her being mard” Alex says gesturing towards you.

As you hug your best friend, you turn a bit so you can glare at your boyfriend, “Call me mard again, and you won’t see your thirty third birthday”

“See what I mean” You heard him mumble before he took another sip of his tea.

You and Y/B/F pull out of the hug to look at each other and you assure her, “I’m just happy for the both of you and I wanted to chat to you about it”

“Well how about we go and chat now and leaves them idiot to prepare us some alcohol for when we come back” She suggests with a smile and you laugh, agreeing to her proposal.

~*~*~*~

The next day, Alex walks into the home office, that over the years, you had slightly taken over, with a smile on his face and his phone pressed to his ear. You were answering some emails and approving designs at the desk when he came and sat down in the chair opposite you.

“Thank you mate. Thanks. Bye” Alex finished off his phone call with a big smile on his face.

It got you intrigued, so you questioned, “Who was that?”

“That was our dear Roberto” He smiled at you before pulling his phone on the desk in front of you.

“We’re going to dinner?” You ask with a surprised look on your face.

Alex informs you of the plan “Matt has arranged a double date at our restaurant tonight”

“Awh that’s going to be lovely. I hope Roberto’s there all day” You say.

You still loved going out to that restaurant. Purely because of Roberto.

Yeah, the food was good, but Roberto was the one who made the place special.

“He is, but we won’t be seeing him” Alex tells you, which caused you to become confused.

“Why?” You ask, not understanding his logic.

“Because we aren’t going. Matt and Y/B/F just think we are” Alex tells you with a mischievous grin. 


After last night, Matt asked outright if he could steal your best friend to have a night in his apartment and she agreed so she’d been there all day.

“What?” You asked him, still not fully understanding.

“We’re gunna leave them to have a proper cute dinner date. That’s why I was on the phone to Roberto, I was getting the table changed from four people to two and he’s promised me he’ll work his magic on them two like he did for us”

“You’re cute” You smile at your fiancé.

Alex flutters his eyelashes a little before saying a soft, “I know”

You giggle a little and ask, “Can we have a takeout instead then?”

“Sure” Alex smiled, and you couldn’t wait.

Later in the day, the time came when Alex got the phone call from Matt to ask where you both were and you left him too it and you grabbed yours and Alex’s now empty plate, so you could wash it in the kitchen.

You listened in as best you could as you washed up and giggled when you could hear Alex laugh from the other room. After a few minutes you could hear his footsteps coming closer to you, so you put your plates on the draining board to dry and turned to look at your man.

“Well that’s what you’ll tell her, that we put petrol instead of diesel in the car”

Alex grinned at you as he said down the phone. “Bye, have fun on your date”

He then put his phone in his pocket before walking towards you. He stopped when he was just in front of you and his grin stayed on his cute face.

“Why are you looking so smug?” You asked, looking up at him with a big smile.

“Just getting my best friend back for something” Alex said before wrapping you up into a big hug.

He was looking so cheery. It was really cute.

Alex nuzzled his nose into your neck, and you smiled at how cute he was being.

You should have known it wouldn’t last long.

He looked up to you and smirks, “Now about that bet that I won” before attaching his lips to yours.

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Love Uncercover - Ch 7

Title: Love Undercover

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Nick Stokes

Rating: Mature

Summary:  In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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Chapter seven

     “Nick!” Greg moaned out his name as his head fell back against the floor of the cabin, back arched into Nick, and chest heaving. 

     Nick was laying on top of him, his chest heaving in time with Greg’s beneath him. He ran his hand down Greg’s leg that was lazily wrapped over him, “That was amazing.”

     Greg chuckled, “I will never get enough of this, Nicky.”

     “I don't think I’m ever going to get enough of you calling me Nicky,” he shifted slightly off of Greg to hover over his face and kiss him, “you know, we could just stay in the cabin today,” he moved his lips to his neck, “mess up the bed some more,” another kiss, “keep our clothes off all day.”

     Greg moaned and squirmed under Nick, tightening his fingers in his hair as he continued kissing him all over, “As much as I would love to do that, we can't,” he sighed as Nick’s lips ghosted over his belly button, “we need to stick close to Oliver and James.”

     “Yeah I know,” he licked a trail from Greg’s belly button up to his lips and kissed him again, “but maybe when we get back and have some time off, we can spend a full day at my place, you and me, no clothes…”

     Nick wiggled his brows at Greg with a smirk and he wrapped his arms around his neck, “That sounds like a fantastic day, but for now,” he pulled Nick in and kissed him soundly. 

     The two started to get heated again as they rolled around on the floor, kissing like their lives depended on it, clinging to each other. They were starting to get hard again, starting up a slow grind, when, “Breakfast!”

     The knock on the door of the cabin sparked them both into a panic. Nick looked down at Greg with impossibly wide eyes, “It's the lady from the front desk!”

     “Answer it!”

     Nick scoffed at Greg as he shuffled out from under him and stood up, “Why me?! I’m naked!”

     “So am I,” he laughed, grabbing the robe off the floor and holding it over his chest, “hurry, she's gunna wonder what's going on.”

     He shook his head and turned to answer the door as she knocked again, and opened it part way, slightly hiding behind it. “Good morning,” she chirped.

     “Uh… g-good morning.”

     A shuffling behind Nick and a light giggle had her shifting her eyes behind him just in time to see the completely naked backside of Greg ducking into the bedroom. She just smiled and handed Nick the tray who muttered a quick thanks, and before he shut the door she added, “Sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to let you know that if y’all are late for the first round of activities this morning, it's totally fine. This is a place for couples to come and unwind, so we completely understand. You wouldn't be the first and you certainly won't be the last.”

     She flashed him a quick wink and walked back down the porch to continue her rounds, leaving Nick to stand wide eyed in the doorway, while Greg was nearly in tears behind him.

     He snapped himself out of it and quickly closed the door then placed the tray on the table. Greg was still laughing in the bedroom, laying on the bed with his arms over his eyes, so Nick ran inside and jumped on the bed. He crawled over Greg and straddled him, removing his arms from his face and laughing himself. “She knew!”

     He only continued to laugh as he said, “Yes, but she also said that this is a place where couples come to unwind….” He then rolled over and pushed back, rubbing his ass against Nick’s growing cock, pulling a moan from him, “So I say we take her advice and do just that.”

     Nick grabbed his hips, rutting slowly up against him as Greg reached for another condom and passed it back. Nick ripped the package open and rolled it on, lining himself up with Greg’s still loose hole. “How are you still ready to go after all the sex we’ve had since last night?”

     Greg rubbed his ass against Nick again and tilted his head, “I could ask you the same.”

     He leaned into Greg, running his tongue along his back and up to that sweet spot on the back of his neck he loved so much. He closed his eyes as he felt his cock twitch when Nick sucked on it and whispered in a husky voice, “You just drive me so wild, darlin, I can't help it.”

     In one swift movement he pushed all the way into Greg, both boys throwing their heads back with a sultry moan of the others name.

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     Grissom sorted through the papers in his hands as he walked through the halls. He breezed past lab techs as he marched the maze he had memorized in his head, all the way into a familiar office.

     Without knocking he walked in and sat down, placing the papers on the desk, and a hand over his eyes. 

     “Anything?” 

     “No, Jim, I've got nothing.”

     Jim sighed and turned away from his computer, folding his hands over the table and leaning towards Grissom as he spoke. “I just got off the phone with Judge Howard. Another letter showed up on his porch this morning, again threatening James, I put a rush on it. But I don't know where to go with this Gil. We've got no leads so far, Judge Howard has no idea which ex con he put away could be behind this. Has trace gotten anything yet?”

     “Not that I've heard yet,” he shook his head, “something’s gotta give, Jim. We can't keep this up forever.”

     “I know, and I'm sure Nicky and Greg wanna come back and get back in the field.”

     “Yeah,” he grumbled and leaned on the arm of the chair, “hopefully something will come up on the letter you sent to trace and we can bring them home.”

     A knock at the door gained their attention and they both turned to find Hodges.

     “Yes, Hodges?” 

     “So, I processed that letter from Judge Howard's house that came in this morning, and I got a partial which kicked back a match on codis,” he walked in and placed a file on the table between Grissom and Brass. 

     Grissom leaned over the file on the table and read back the name, “Tyler Watkins. Ex con with a rap for petty theft and escalating to armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon.”

     “Yes,'' Hodges nodded as he took the seat next to Grissom, “but I did some checking and he has zero ties to Judge Howard. In fact, the judge that put Mr. Watkins behind bars was Judge O’leary. Judge Howard never came within three feet of this guy's cases.”

     “So how does that help us, Hodges?” Grissom held a questioning hand out to him.

     “It doesn't,” he smirked, “but it at the very least gives you a starting point, right?”

     “It gives us reason to warrant his arrest and holding.” He turned then to Jim with a look, and he just nodded as he reached for the phone.

     “I'll have him brought in,” he placed the phone to his ear and dialed, “yeah, I need a Tyler Watkins brought in for questioning on the Judge Howard case, immediately.”

     He hung up and met Grissom’s expectant eyes. “I'll meet you in interrogation in twenty minutes.”

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     “So, Tyler,” Jim drawled, leaning across to the brunette sitting across from him, “you're a convicted felon, charged with armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon, but I didn't think someone with as impressive of a rap sheet as you would stoop as low as idle threats.”

     “What are you talking about?! I didn't threaten nobody.”

     “Mr. Watkins, do you know a man named Bruce Howard?” Grissom tried this time. Sitting casually at the table, legs crossed and arm resting loosely across them.     “Never heard of him.”

     “Thats funny,” Grissom opened the file in front of him and tossed a bag with the letter across, “because we found your prints on this envelope that was delivered to Judge Howard’s house this morning. A letter that threatens the life of his son, James Howard. So tell me, if you don't know Bruce Howard then how did your prints end up on this envelope?”

     Tyler stared at the envelope on the table in front of him for a moment before punching the air in front of him. “Man, I didn't do anything!”

     “Then how did your prints end up on this envelope!” Jim leaned further across the table as he shouted, “If you don't tell us, the evidence will rat you out, and I will take personal pleasure in making sure you end up right back in your old cell block. I'll even throw away the key myself, cuz you see, Judge Howard is a personal friend of mine.”

     “Look, all I did was deliver the letter,” he raised his hands in surrender, “I don't know the guy, didn't even know the name of the guy who lived there. I was just handed an envelope and an address and told to deliver it before nine this morning.”

     “That's it? Just a hand off?”

     Tyler leaned into Brass with a curled lip and growled. “I owed money to some bad news, this was my way out alive. I deliver the letter, my debts free and clear.”

     “Did you deliver any other envelopes to this address?” 

     He looked to Grissom this time, still sat back in his casual position, and shook his head. “Naw, just the one.”

     “And who was it that asked you to deliver this envelope to the Judge’s house?”

     “I don't know his name.”

     “Convenient,” Brass chirped.

     Tyler smacked his fists on the table and stood, hovering over Brass, “I don't know the guy’s name, alright!” The guards stationed at the door moved forwards to intervene but Grissom raised a hand to stop them.

     “Mr. Watkins, is there anything you can tell us about the man who gave you this letter?”

     He looked over to Grissom, calmed, and sat back down. “He had a green hat with a logo on it. That thing the lucky charms guy has on the commercials.”

     “A four leaf clover?” Grissom asked with a raised brow.

     “Yeah,” he pointed at Grissom, “that's the thing. And he wasn't no man either, he was a kid, maybe twenty-five at most. But that's it. I was in and out, grabbed the letter and delivered it in no less than fifteen minutes. Now can I go?”

     Jim just waved a hand at him and the officers at the door escorted him out.

     It was silent for a minute before Brass asked, “So that's it? That’s all we've got to go on here? A kid with a lucky charms hat?”

     “Four leaf clover, Jim, not lucky charms,” he eyed Jim, then turned to him fully, “he said he was in and out in fifteen minutes right? So let's get a search going starting at Judge Howard's house, anything within a fifteen minutes drive, and see if we can't find a store with this logo.”

     “Alright,” he nodded as he stood, “i'll get some uniforms on it, I'll call you if they find anything.”

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     “Nick, Greg!”     The two boys turned in the direction of their names being called and found James and Oliver waving them down. They ran over, hand in hand, and stood with the boys.

     “Sorry we’re late guys,” Nick drawled, trying not to smirk.

     “Well it seems like you had good reason,” Oliver reached out and pulled Greg’s slightly unbuttoned shirt to reveal the skin underneath and laughed, “showing off some love bites there, Greg?”

     Greg smirked, not even bothering to try and hide his smugness unlike Nick.

     “Not just some,” James chuckled, turning then to Nick, “I uh, think you missed a spot there, boss.”

     “Did I?'' Nick turned Greg in his arms and pretended to examine his purposefully exposed chest. “Look at that, partner, you're right. Guess I'll have to fix that.”

     Greg giggled as he pulled him in closer, flush against him, and started kissing his neck. After a few moments of letting Nick have his fun, and some awes from James and Oliver, he pushed Nick away and said, “Alright, alright, let's get going, we should pick an activity and get a move on. We can continue this later.”

     “Mmm,” Nick hummed, finding his way up to Greg’s lips and kissing them, “you know we will.”

     Greg laughed against his lips and kissed him once more before turning to James and Oliver, both staring at them fondly. “So, what are the plans for today?”

     James grabbed the itinerary out of his pocket and handed it to Nick, “We were hoping you guys would be down for the pottery class this morning, and there's a baking class after lunch.”

     “Right,” Greg nodded, wrapping an arm around Nick, “and didn't you say there was also a bonfire tonight?”

     “Yes!” Oliver jumped over to stand beside Greg, “And pottery class is going to be starting in five minutes so we better hurry or there might not be any seats left.”

     As Oliver started hopping away he latched onto Greg’s arm and started pulling him slightly ahead of the others, though it took quite a bit of effort to pull him out of Nick's tight hold so he could whisper to him.

     “So,” he drawled, “seems like the talk went very well last night.”

     He wiggled his brows at Greg and he just chuckled. “It did go very well.”

     “Well do I get any details, or are you gunna hold out on me?” 

     Greg leaned in a little, looking back over his shoulder at Nick and James chatting behind them, then turned into Oliver, “Let’s just say that I didn't know that man could move his hips the way he did last night!”

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     They made it to the pottery class just in time and managed to get seats beside each other near the front. Everything they needed was already set up, clay, water, carving tools, and of course one wheel and two stools.     Nick led them over and sat Greg in the stool closest to the wheel and sat on the stool behind him, immediately leaning over his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. James and Oliver sat beside them and shortly after, the instructor walked in and to the front of the class. 

     “Alright, I am Emily, nice to meet everyone, and welcome to pottery class.” She looked once around the room then sat behind her own wheel at the front. “Today we’re going to start small with some bowls, so first thing’s first, let's turn on the wheel.”

     She showed them where the power button was and Greg reached over to turn it on.

     “Alright, now that you’ve  gotten past step one, step two is to make sure you have a decent amount of water on your clay and then, very slowly, push your foot down on the peddle and start turning your clay.”

     Greg wet the clay and then turned back to Nick, “Wanna work the peddle?”

     “I got it,” and he pushed down… way too hard.

     The wheel spun into overdrive, shooting sludge all over Greg and Nick. He took his foot off the peddle in a panic and in the silence of the room Greg started howling with laughter and Nick soon followed, the sound completely contagious.

     “Lightly, Nicky, lightly,'' Greg chuckled as he wiped the mud off his cheeks.

     “Okay, let me try again.” 

     Greg braced himself but thankfully Nick managed to press light enough this time that it didn't shoot mud all over them. Then the instructor went on with the lesson.

     “Now, start in the middle of the clay using your thumbs to press down in the center, and cup your hands around the outside to shape the bowl.” Nick and Greg watched her intently before they decided to attempt it.

     “Okay, Nicky, let's do this!”

     “Go ahead, darlin’, i'll follow your lead.”

     Greg slowly reached his hands forwards and started to form the bowl… kind of, then tilted his head back to Nick. “Get in here, Nicky, I know how much you like to get your hands dirty.”

     Nick hummed and slowly ran his hands down Greg’s thighs, then back up towards his crotch whispering in his ear, “I’d much rather be using my hands for other things right now.”

     Greg sucked in a tight breath then turned his head towards Nick’s who started devouring his lips. Greg lifted a hand up to Nick’s neck to pull him in closer, and Nick didn't even care that Greg's hand was covering his neck in thick sludge from the clay as they continued to makeout.     A smack of clay hit Nick in the cheek and he pulled off Greg’s lips with a smack and a laugh turning to the couple beside them. “Get a room!” Oliver laughed as he hucked another piece of clay at them.     “I’m pretty tempted,” Nick wiggled his brows at Greg and he laughed and turned back to the work.

     “First things first, Nicky, let’s finish our bowl,” then he leaned back into Nick's neck again to whisper, “but hold onto those other thoughts for later.”

     Nick moaned softly into Greg’s neck then leaned in to help him mould the clay bowl. 

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     “It's beautiful.”

     “A piece of artwork if I do say so myself,” Nick nodded along with Greg as they both gazed upon their finished piece. 

     They both broke into uncontrollable laughter unable to hold it back any longer or keep a serious face. It was the worst excuse for a bowl they had ever seen. It was uneven, tilting to one side, and at some point Nick’s hands had found their way back to Greg’s crotch and what was supposed to be smooth sides ended up looking more like pleats. 

    James and Oliver's bowl looked significantly better than theirs, it was actually round for starters.

     “That's uh…” James stifled a laugh as they came to stand beside Nick and Greg, “that's pretty good guys.”

     “It's terrible,” Greg laughed, running a hand down his face, “maybe we can put our keys in it or something.”

     He leaned back into Nick's arms and Nick's head instantly nestled into the crook of his neck, arms around his waist. They laughed over their failed bowl for a few more minutes before Nick glanced at his watch and looked over to Oliver and James. “It's just about lunch, y'all ready to head over to the food hall?”

     “If you guys don't mind, i think I’d like to go back to the cabin and change first,” Oliver laughed reaching a hand up to Nick’s collar where Greg's hand had smothered it in clay, “I think you guys could use for a clean up too.”

     “You're probably right,” Greg nodded, taking Nick's hand and walking out of the pottery class with their bowl, “we still have about forty minutes until lunch. How about we shower and meet then?”

     “Sounds like a plan, we'll meet you guys at the food hall.”

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     A clay covered shirt was flung across the cabin, hitting the wall with a smack as Nick pushed Greg backwards into their room. He whipped his own shirt off as Greg’s legs hit the bed and he fell backwards, his hands quickly undoing his pants as Nick climbed on top of him and started sucking on all the bruises from last night.

     Greg arched his back and wrapped his legs around Nick's waist as he ground hard down into him, making him throw his head back with a moan. “Nicky, we shouldn't be doing this right now, we…” He moaned as Nick ground down again, “We have to be with James and Oliver. And lunch is in half an hour.”

     “It'll be fine,” he licked a trail up from Greg’s ear to his lips, dipping his tongue into his mouth then pulled back to whisper against his lips, “We’ll make it fast, shower, then be back in time for lunch.”

     “Oh,” he wrapped his hands around Nick's neck and tilted his head with a smirk, “can you make it fast, Nicky?”

     “I really don't want to,” he leaned down to nibble on Greg’s ear, “I’d much rather take you torturously slow,” he moved his lips to his neck, “take my time and make tender, tender love to you.”

     “Mmm,” he hummed into Nick’s mouth as he took his lips again, “you don't know how much I want that right now, but,” he moved his hands from Nick’s neck down to his pants and started undoing them, “we now have twenty-five minutes and still have to shower in that time. So let's get a move on here.”

     Nick laughed and kissed him once more before kicking his pants off while Greg did the same, then climbed back on top of him. “How about a quick hand job before we shower then?”

     “Oh, yes!”

     Nick laughed, “We haven't even started yet, Greg,” he slowly slid his hand down between them, taking both of their hard and leaking cocks in his hand and stroked once. The friction had both of them groaning, Greg's chest flexing under Nick’s touches. “Oh, Greg,” Nick continued to stroke them together, picking up the pace, “god you make me so crazy.”

     “Nicky,” Greg moaned, wrapping his legs tighter around Nick's back to get better leverage to thrust into his hand in time with his strokes, Nick doing the same thing. “I love you so much.”

     “I love you too, darlin’,” Nick leaned down to kiss him again and sucked in his moans as he stroked them harder, faster. 

     Both of them were so close to the edge, their thrusts becoming frantic and scattered, moans and groans mixing as their tongues tangled. Nick’s hips stuttered as he leaned heavier on Greg, “I'm gonna come, Greg.”

     “Me-ah,” he threw his head back as Nick squeezed, “me too.”

     And before either of them could say another word they were covering their chests. Nick collapsed onto Greg's chest and laid there for a few minutes while Greg ran one hand through his hair, and the other up and down his back. 

     He leaned in to place a soft kiss on Nick's head, “We should get going.”

     He hummed as he lifted himself up, their chests sticking together as he lifted Greg with him. “How much time do we have to shower?”

     Greg glanced over at the clock on the wall then back to Nick, “Maybe five minutes before they'll be expecting us at the food hall.”

     He shrugged as he scooped Greg up into his arms and walked them towards the shower, “It was worth it.”

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I'm definitely gonna need a morning after with that best friend post

bestfriend!harry part 2 please???

Bestfriend!harry is the best consept in the whole world, I love you for writing it and PLEASE post more asap! Literally the best thing I’ve read in ages

That bestfriend!harry was amazing! Will there be a part 2?

You and your best friend did that? HOLY SHIT that’s hot af WRITE A SECOND PART PLEASEEEE

pleaseee do part 2 bestfriend!harry

I would DEFINITELY like to read a pt two of the best friend Harry one is you want to write one !!!!

Could I request a pt 2 to the bestfriend!harry??

YUP SO AFTER ALL THESE REQUESTS I DECIDED TO GET ON THIS AND WRITE A PART TWO

AND YET AGAIN I WENT OFF OOPS

HERE’S PART ONE

“Holy fuck I have the worst headache,”

“Drank too much?”

“Shut up Niall this is your bloody fault and that disgusting flavoured vodka,”

“Didn’t think it was disgusting last night,”

Harry glares at the blonde haired boy while he opens the cupboard beside your fridge and grabs a single serve Keurig cup and pops it into the Keurig. Before he starts it up he grabs a mug, funny enough it’s the one he had bought you for a house warming gift. Printed on the plain white mug was a photo of him in his stupid Miley Cyrus costume, which was oh so flattering. You have a good laugh from it whenever it gets used though.

Remy and Niall start arguing about something in the living room - which was open to the kitchen - as you open the fridge and fill up your glass with more filtered water. As you’re drinking half the glass, the fridge still open and water jug still in hand, you caught Harry’s side glance at you. Your body feels like it’s burning and your head feels like it’s about to explode. Half of this could’ve been prevented if you just stopped what had happened last night. But you knew you wanted it. Question was if Harry wanted it or not.

You fill up your glass again, eyes focused on what your doing, then close the fridge. “Feeling alright?” You ask Harry as he rubs both his eyes.

“Might throw up,” he states.

“Gross,” you chuckle and walk out of the kitchen.

You weren’t going to be the one to bring up last night. Maybe he just didn’t remember, you could live with that right? Pretend that you had blacked out as well and go about your life as normal. Send Harry stupid memes and have him over alone to binge watch The 100 or make ridiculous jokes and sing along to music in his car. Things didn’t have to change because you two got a little too drunk and handsy.

“Rems, are you still gunna hang out today?” You ask while taking a seat on the couch beside Niall. Remy sat on the carpeted floor with a blanket draped over her legs.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “my roommate had been seriously annoying lately and I like you better anyways,”

“You better,” you stick out your tongue.

“I should probably get goin’, gotta let the dogs out or me mum will freak,” Niall says while standing from the couch.

“How long are you house sitting for again?” Remy asks.

“A week,” he replied while gathering his things. The two of you nod and say goodbye. “Tell Harry goodbye for me,” he says, causing you to look around for Harry. He must’ve felt real sick, probably hugging the toilet for dear life and cursing Niall for giving him more shots after the club.

You had woken up an hour ago, Harry’s body no longer touching yours in any way. Immediately imagines of last night flooded your brain as you heard the light snores from beside you. A stinging feeling was felt in your chest as you overthought everything. Harry didn’t like you, he never did and never would. Last night he got too drunk and blacked out while his horny side took over and got you off. That was that, and now you had to live with it and ignore the hurt inside.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” Remy grumbles while getting off the floor, “first Y/N’s bed and now the loo, what’s next ya gonna steal my car to drive home too?”

“Sod off,” Harry mumbles as you watch Remy walk passed him towards the washroom. Your eyes follow Harry as he walks into the kitchen and grabs his mug full of coffee.

“Feeling any better?” You ask as he takes a seat next to you and sets his mug on the coffee table. You have to curl your legs up as he sits down, but Harry is quick to do as he usually does and grabs your ankles to let you rest your legs in his lap. It’s not out of the norm, yet after last night it felt awkward.

“Not really,” he admits, “Niall leave already?”

You nod your head, “had to let his mums dogs out,”

“Fuckin’ twat didn’t look a bit hungover,” Harry grumbles as he reaches for his coffee, taking a sip before setting it back down. His hands casually rest on your calves and your body sets fire again from his touch.

“Did you sleep alright?” you ask to fill the awkward silence between you two.

Harry nods, “did you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you mumble and look away from Harry as his eyes are on you.

“Good, thanks for letting me crash in your bed,”

“No problem,” you clear your throat and meet his gaze. He had to of remembered, this can’t just be eating you alive. “But next time maybe let Remy sleep in the bed, cause if I have to hear her complain about sleeping on the floor again I’m going to go crazy,”

Harry chuckles and nods, “for sure,” he says.

“I am freaking starving,” Remy shouts while entering the living room again. You sit up striaght, taking your legs off Harry and watch Remy. “Let’s get some McDonalds and then sit and watch shit tv all day,”

“Works for me,” you say while standing up and stretching, “you gunna come along, H?”

“No, I should get home,” he states and gets up slowly from the couch. He reaches for his coffee mug and finishes it before walking into the kitchen and putting the mug into the dishwasher.

You and Remy get ready by the door and as soon as Harry joins you feel tense again. He’s not watching you more carefully than any time before, he’s not making an effort to touch you, he’s just slipping into his boots and jacket before holding open the door for you. Both Remy and Harry wait for you to lock the door then you all make your way downstairs.

“Are you even gunna make it home?” Remy asks Harry, who had to stop once outside to potentially throw up some more.

“Yeah,” Harry swallows and shakes his head, “fuck Niall, that fuck,” he mutters.

You chuckle and bump into him, “maybe I should’ve stayed up, seeing as I’ve got a bigger dick than you,” you tease. It was an inside joke. Harry sniffled during sad films and he complained more than you did. Therefore, your metaphoric dick was bigger than his.

Remy had kept walking towards your car while Harry stood up straight again and took one large step towards you. He was so close, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Flashbacks from last night flood in as you see Harry lips turn up into a smirk.

“Don’t recall you having a dick last night,” Harry says in a low voice.

Your eyes widen in shock from his words as he steps past you. He remembered. He remembered and he wasn’t going to do or say anything else about it either? You shake your head and turn around, seeing Harry step up to his car that’s parked beside yours. This was really happening. You and your best friend casually fooled around last night and were brushing it off casually too. You could do this. Taking a deep breath, you get into your car and start it up as Harry pulls away.

“What’s up with you two?” Remy asks as you drive down the street.

“Nothing,” you say with a shrug.

It was nothing. A one time drunken mistake, right? That’s the page you and Harry were on, right? Fuck this.

Hey you busy tonight?

nope just was gunna stay in tonight actually

Oh, well wanna start re-watching The 100? The new season starts next month

yeah sure! come over whenever

K, probably will be sometime after 7, just at work. There’s so many punks trying to play the guitars today it’s annoying.

show them who’s boss lol

…

pick up some liquor i wanna make it a drinking game lol

I’m down! You need something too?

nope im good thanks tho

…

Come open your door

Hello?

Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!

shut up i’m coming!!!!

“Were you in the shower?” Harry asks as you answer the door with a towel in hand while drying the ends of your hair.

“Bath, actually,” you correct him. Harry closes the door behind him and you want to the couch.

“Nice,” Harry nods and walks into the kitchen. “You use one of those bath bomb things I got you for Christmas?”

“Yup, it was blue and pretty,” you smile.

“Want a mixed drink or the cooler drinks you’ve got in the fridge?”

“Cooler please,”

Harry moves around in the kitchen and you click through your smart TV to get to Netflix to start up The 100. As Harry takes a seat on the couch with you, he passes you your drink before leaning back and relaxing into the cushion he claimed as his own over the years. He once went off about how it had shaped to his bottom one drunk night - arguing with you and Niall, of course Niall was more into the discussion.

Things felt normal. Not like he had fingered your last weekend and now you hadn’t talked about it since. You made up a few starter rules for drinks, ending up chugging half pretty early. By the second episode you were resting your legs in Harry’s lap and finishing your second drink.

“Bellamy is kinda a dick in this season,” Harry states before finishing off his drink too.

“Want another?” you ask while standing up from the couch.

“Yeah, thanks,” he smiles and hands you his glass.

It was the liquor getting to you, as you pour Harry’s drink a bit too strong accidentally, you were day dreaming about dirty dirty things. Screw drunk Harry last weekend touching you like that. Now with a simple look you got even more turned on than before. Before it was a crush sorta feeling, but like you’d always love him and want him. Now you had a little taste and wanted the whole damn cake. You crack open your drink and have a long sip.

How could you do this? Friends with benefits, that is the best angle right? You ponder these things while taking your seat again and give Harry’s his glass. He grabs your ankles and brings your legs up into his lap again - a giggle escapes your lips from his action. While the show plays, you have trouble paying attention. Harry’s gently rubbing your ankles and up your calves.

“So,” Harry draws out the word, causing your head to spin as you look towards him, “are we not talking about last weekend then?” he asks.

“Uh,” you’re so thrown off, “I mean, we can, yeah, sure,”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Uh,” this was really happening, you suck in a deep breath and have a sip of your drink, “I mean, yeah I liked it,”

Harry chuckles and lets his finger tips tickle across your skin, “yeah, stupid question I guess,” he seems nervous.

“Was it a mistake?” you question, the most burning one of all.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugs and keeps brushing his fingers along your skin, “it was kinda nice,” Harry admits.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

Harry looks up and meets your eyes now. You take this moment to have another sip of your drink. You definitely needed the liquor to get through this conversation. You catch Harry let out a low chuckle before he moves your legs from his lap. Thinking he’s getting up, you sit up some more and move out of his way - only suddenly Harry’s holding himself over top of you, his face is so close you can feel his breath.

“How nice?” Harry smirks, “do it again, kinda nice? Did you want me to get you off again, pet?”

Your eyes flutter closed and then back open again as your stomach twists and turns. “If I’m correct,” you pause and take a few seconds to look into Harry’s eyes, “I owe you one,”

Harry states down at you for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure you out. Then he smirks and moves away from you completely, sitting back in his seat and finishing off his drink. You watch him, confused by what was happening - had you said something wrong?

“As you wish then, pet,” Harry’s voice is rough but then he clears it and motions for to his pants. Your eyes fall to his crotch, and yup there’s a growing bulge against his jeans.

You lick your lips, sitting up and getting off the couch slowly. Nerves come over you as you end up between Harry’s legs. As the show continues on in the background and Harry leans back while his hooded eyes are on you, it’s obvious this night took a turn. You’d blame the alcohol. Finally you suck it up and pull out whatever sort of sex machine was inside of you and reach of the button of Harry’s jeans.

You don’t think, instead you just imagine how good this will be. Pulling down the zipper slowly, you can feel his hard cock. Swallowing hard, you push down the material and let out his pulsating cock. Without looking up you know just how much harry is controlling himself by the throaty sound that comes from him as you run your thumb over the tip of him. So many things are running through you head. But you let them fade away as you lean forward and lick all the way up his shaft before closing your lips around the top of him. You let go on him and look up to see Harry watching you, the list in his dark eyes was obvious.

“Ready for me already, huh?” You question, letting the thickness in your voice stay in hopes it sounds more sexy. Harry let’s out a groan as you flicker your tongue over his tip.

“Don’t be a tease, pet,” he grumbles.

“Not being a tease, am I?” You say jokingly, using an innocent voice while peering up at him again.

“Oh baby,” he struggles as you blow out dramatically through your mouth, only an inch from his tip. “Just put those pretty fuckin’ lips around my cock, pet,” he groans and without another second to staple you close your lips around him. Bobbing up and down on his cock, you hear him groan again and again.

You should’ve known he’d have a long thick cock, especially after last weekend with it pressed up against your bum all night. But it’s surprising as you’re sucking him off, gagging every few motions as you try to force as much of him into your mouth. You like it though. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It’s a slutty feeling, but it’s one you’re dreamt of before. Harry whimpers and moans as you keep moving, occasionally popping his cock out of your mouth and working fast with your hand only to have it back in your mouth again.

“Fuck, let’s it, take it all,” Harry let’s out a long loud groan as you push his entire length into your mouth and stop at the base. Your eyes are watering and then you let go as you feel as though you’re about to gag.

There’s no wasting a second as you feel Harry’s hips buckle. He’s close, liking what you’re doing to him as much as you like what he had done to you. You bob up and down near the tip of his cock, lapping your tongue over the tip every few seconds. Harry moans some more and you feel his hand on your head, fingers threading into your hair.

“You like it don’t you, being on your knees in front of me, huh? Like my big cock in yeh mouth, pet?” Harry says through clenched teeth. You peer up at him through your lashes, popping him out of you mouth but working his shaft with your hand as a smile curls upon your lips.

“You like my lips around your big cock, don’t you?” You tease back. Harry cursed under his breath as you quickly suck him off instead of waiting for a response.

You work faster as you feel his throbbing in your mouth. He’s about to burst, you just know it. The hand he had in your hair tightening, guiding you down into his cock as he throws his head back and groans loudly again. His cock twitches in your mouth, any second now and he’s be filling up your mouth. You feel it hit the back of your throat suddenly, the hot salty taste causes you to sit back and stick out your tongue as he comes. It all goes into your mouth, grunts and groans with each spew. After a moment you wrap your lips around his cock, causing another string of moans, before letting his cock free and swallowing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbles with an arm over his eyes and his other hand on his stomach as his chest heaves. You smile, turning around to grab your can to wash away his come.

“Now,” you pause while taking you seat on the couch again, “we’re even,” you smile.

Harry let’s out a chuckle while situating himself back into his pants again. You catch him shaking his head as you focus on the tv across from you. There’s no more words, you know you’d sucked the damn life out of Harry as he stays leaning back in the couch with his legs apart. You can’t wipe the smile from your face as his hand rests on your thigh and you two continue to watch the show and play your drinking game.

“Ha! Murphy threatened someone, drink,” you say before lifting your can to your lips. Harry drinks and pats your leg, pointing at the fact Clarke was giving some shit speech to “the people”, meaning another drink for you both.

Any more of this and you’d be passing out soon from the amount of liquor you’ve had.

[foreveratlas]

The Late Birthday

This post is a present for someone important to me. Though it is a little late, it’s a lot more effort than my usual Poem a Year tradition. Plus, it helped me unlock some of my writers block. Enjoy!

Loren

I had looked up at the analog clock posted over the door of the break room. It read 10:43pm. I was absolutely exhausted, which was only amplified by the reminders nagging me in the back of my head in regards to Elena’s birthday. I was panic-stressing, pacing the room around the four round tables; and despite her anxiety, and yet, still due for another hour of work. Due to recent shrink going on in the department, I was being forced to stay late.

This was creating within me, a sense of worry. Of course, I had wished Elena a Happy Birthday, promised to try to be home soon, but when the announcement was sprung earlier that day that everyone with any form of authority in the store would be staying over, all I could do was text Elena and groan loudly in the women’s restroom.  

I needed to make time move faster, and I needed to get home so I could prep everything. In the breakroom fridge sat a cheesecake, made fresh that day by the bakery; the best cherries that were available; and a package of precooked barbecue brisket (easily heated to temp in the microwave). But I was going to miss the entire day at this rate! I wasn’t going to be able to celebrate with my problematic favorite person until the next day, and I didn’t even know if our schedules aligned.  

I sighed loudly as my pacing continued.

A cough returned my aspiration. “Yeah, it’s horse shit they make us do this.” Mike, the manager of Produce and Snacks wiped his chin on a handkerchief. “It’s not like it’s gunna accomplish piss-all.” He was an amusing character with a big brushy mustache, and the gaunt composure of a cattle driver,  but he seemed wholesome. He never seemed to have a problem with myself or with Elena when she was still with the store.  

“Do they do this often? They claimed they found a lot of shrink in my department but--”  

“Horse shit,” he sneered again. “You just made it to supervisor, but what it is they just want the labor of the salary people to go over the shit because they don’t wanna pay the hourly kids.”  

Loren scoffed. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to have us direct them to do that during their normal shifts on top of their regular duties?”

“One would think, but this aint Rocket Science Academy. Smarter minds have come here to die.” I shuddered at the idea and looked away to see the clock switch to 10:50. As good a time as any to clock back in and get back out there.  

On the floor, the time was even more excruciatingly slow. I took every second I could spare to check my phone’s digital clock. And as the seconds ticked by, I began to wonder if I would even be able to beat the traffic and get home in time. This new stress was confounded even as my department’s manager came up and said, “We may need you to stay till one.”

“One?” I half screamed and cried at the same time, causing several other employees around them to stop their tasks and stare. “I was told eleven, and then 11:30. Why One now?”

“Corporate wants us to stay for an all nighter.”  

“Then I expect my compensation to be reflective of these hours. I may be salary but you are clearly overworking me.”

My boss quickly moved to shush me, waving his hands in the air, “You can’t say that!”

“Why not? I’m just stating a fact.”

“Because it could lead to a write up.” I gave my boss a face that made it very apparent that the prospect was very much not what I wanted. And partially, I didn’t believe him. I rarely believed any of the jargon that the company had the audacity to put out there. It was pretty obvious when we are treated with dignity and when something seems fishy. He recanted, “I don’t want you to get written up over something stupid. You know you can take the accrued additional time off on another day.”  

I made an emotional display and pouted vividly as he spoke and finally said, “But it’s my girlfriend’s birthday.” I did my best to show what should have been puppy dog eyes. But to honestly, in hindsight, I don’t know how to use my charms to seduce men.

Luckily, my boss sighed and said, “I’ll see what I can do. But for now, no promises. And if I tag you out, you are gone. No dawdling. No sticking around. You go.”

“I gotta get my stuff though,” I interjected.

“Then get it and go!”

I kept working as we had agreed and kept looking to my boss for some form of relief. And slowly 11:30 came. And went. And then 11:35. 11:40. 11:45. And finally at 11:49. My boss passed as I was in the process of counting belts (in obvious lackluster) and whispered, “Run now, Vale, you won’t get a second chance.”

I thrust my clipboard into my boss’s hands and sprinted past him, going full speed of almost thirteen miles an hour. I ran hard, letting my Sketcher-Relaxation loafers get torn up from the exertion. After rounding the first set of shelving that made up the aisle for the electronics, adjacent to my own department, I turned sharp left, sprinting as hard as I could. The breakroom doors were within my sight, just beyond the medicine and optometry departments. I turned at the pharmacy aisle one more time and went in a direct line to the door, hurdling over a cart filled with Tylenol products.  

I rammed my shoulder into the door, rushed into the breakroom and moved to the refrigerator that housed the food I had purchased earlier that day. I grabbed the bag and the cheesecake and turned on my heel, just as the District Manager stepped out of the restroom on the opposite wall. That’s when I froze, suddenly well aware that no one was suppose to be leaving earlier than one.

“Excuse me,” he said pointedly, his tone very firm. The district manager walked across the breakroom, smiled beneath his thick red beard and said, “Mm, is it someone’s birthday today?” He looked down to see the custom cheesecake in the white box.  

I nodded, “My girlfriend’s,” I offered almost shyly.

His eyes seemed to light up at that. “My husband loves cheesecake,” he announced, matter-of-factly. “Well, go, go celebrate. Don’t know why they’re making you all do this shit just because I’m here this week.”

“Wait, are you saying we don’t have to do this busy work?”

He shook his head. “It’s just burning hours, really. Corporate tells them not to do this but Stacy always demands this kind of thing when myself, the regional manager, or the V-P is in town.”

“That seems so superfluous.”

“Good word choice. Tell me more good words next time you’re on the clock,” He looked down to see my name, “Low-Ren. Oops, sorry, Loren.” He ushered me out the door at that, but it was too late. That exchange had brought the clock from 11:50 to 11:55. There was no way I could make it home in time. But, dammit I was going to die trying.  

Elena

When Loren woke up that morning and wished Me a happy birthday, I was confused for a moment, but pleasantly surprised. Truthfully, I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in years, probably not since before my mother left when I was still a teen. Because of such traumatic events that occurred after, I simply chose to avoid the very prospect of my birthday. I did my best to do anything other than celebrate, often avoiding the triggers as my therapist would say. But that didn’t always work, unfortunately. But at least I had Loren this year to help make the event a little more bright.

Though, a thought imbedded into my brain. Why should we be the only people celebrating? I smiled at the thought of hosting a small gathering and moved to look for my phone in the sheets of our bed. When I finally did discover it in its resting place between mattress and wall, I was dismayed to learn that I had no messages or greetings or social media posts wishing me a happy birthday. I frowned at the thought that everyone didn’t know, but I went ahead and decided to text Alison.  

Loren is throwing a birthday patty for me, she texted. Shit, Party*

A party you say? Alison replied. Happy Birthday! I didn’t even know it was today! A party sounds like fun.  

Did you forget lol? I don’t think it was going to be anythimg major. Dammit, anything*. I continued, But I wanted to invite as many people as possible to enjoy it with sus. Ughhh, us*.

Let me see what I can do to help, Allision responded. I’ll even let Gregor know. You just focus on making the place pretty.  

I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be an insult or a reminder that we lived in clutterfuck. A royal clutterfuck. I sighed at the thought, but she was right, the apartment was more than a stye and needed its fair share of TLC before it could be decent enough to host guests. So, I got up, got dressed, kissed Loren on the cheek as she passed in the hall between the bedroom and bathroom, and proceeded to do my morning routines.  

Long after Loren had left for work, I sat in our living room looking about the carnage of the living situation. When I had lived alone, this was hardly messy. Now take out containers and magazines were strewn about. Dishes were piled in the sink in the kitchen, and mail was accumulating on various surfaces. Coats, shirts, and pants found homes on the back of chairs; three bags of garbage had been left to sit by the door but never taken out; and I was all but positive that the air filter for the AC unit was caked to the point of no return.  

How did the apartment manage to get in such a state? I wondered as I took stock of everything that had gone wrong in our cohabitation. For the first time ever, I truly wasn’t even sure if we owned a vacuum between the both of us. Was there even a mop or a swiffer? How about a duster?  

“Start with what you can do, don’t worry about the other stuff until you get to them,” I said aloud and moved to the kitchen. Grabbing a trashbag, I set about the house, picking up various articles of trash and cleaning each room of their rubbish in a quick and painless manner. The trashbag was large, able to accommodate months of accumulation, and was even able to fit the garbage from their bathroom and bedroom. I set the bag outside, came back in and continued my home improvement journey.

Next on the list was dishes, which not only had a thin film of dust, but emitted a very cautionary smell. Thank the dear Lord we had a dishwasher! And with some sanitary gloves from our stash of fun stuff, I managed to rinse and load the dishes into the washer quickly enough. The apartment maintenance went by pretty quickly thankfully. Since I got on the right meds months prior, everything seemed like this was living life with Cheat Codes. Even when some emotional lows slipped through the cracks, I was luckily able to bounce back pretty quickly now.  

I had just replaced the air filter when there was a knock at the door. Before I could even get to it, Alison burst inside, hugging me tightly, “Oh, I thought you might need my help so I came over right after work, but it looks like you pretty much got a handle on it!”

I smiled sheepishly, “Yeah I didn’t know how bad it actually was. Sorry you had been subjugated to that in the past.” I looked off to the side sheepishly but either Alison intentionally didn’t notice or she did her best change the mood.  

“Oh no worries, now let’s talk party!” She ran back outside and returned shortly with several bags with the dollar store logo on them. Streamers, balloons, noise makers, and more filled them to the brim. We set to work blowing the balloons with the hand pump she brought and then I took the step ladder from the hall closet and began stapling the streamers around the apartment. Before long, the apartment looked like a birthday party dream for a teen. I wasn’t sure if the irony pleased me or made me question our motive. But Alison certainly was happy with the result. She was still pumping air into balloons when the first knock came.

Gregor and his roommates, Talia and Vox were the first people to show up. I greeted Talia and Gregor with tight hugs and then waved to Vox who wasn’t comfortable with physical touch in contrast to their roommates.

“Happy Birthday!” Gregor offered. “I had no idea!”

“I had totally forgotten myself,” I laughed.  

“Well with the whirlwind romance between you and Loren, I imagine forgetting your birthday is not the worst thing,” Talia noted.

Vox sipped their glass of water they took from the kitchen, “Where is Loren?”

“At work. To be honest, she remembered. It was so sweet of her. I bet she planned to do something small, so I wanted to do something big. We can do something between the two of us later when everyone leaves.”

Alison chortled and elbowed me playfully, “Ehh, ehh, something between the two of you, huh? Going to have a little bit of fun, eh? Going to wait till you’re alone, huh? Wink, wink; nudge, nudge; say no more!”

Vox spit their drink.  

Guests began to arrive steadily, and by the end of that first hour there must have been thirty people who knew Loren and myself piled into our home, chatting vibrantly, drinking from the cases of beer they brought. At one point Alison had Gregor and Vox bring out the cake they had been hiding in the back Gregor’s car around 10pm, and the entire party stopped and sang.  

But by that point I was miserable.

I had received the text from Loren earlier explaining that work was making her stay over. I knew it was bullshit from when I worked there. They made us do it all the time when the district manager or the regional manager were in town. It was just busy work designed to make us feel like we were grunts and show to corporate that we had the hardest working people in the district. Really, it was all for show. But knowing that fact didn’t stop me from being absolutely beside myself with depression as it slipped through the cracks of my medicine induced armor.  

“You ok?” Alison said as she handed me a piece of cake.  

I sighed. Somewhere, someone turned off the music and in that moment I realized that the chatter and the jubilance came to a gentle quiet and people began to ask if I was ok. “You know,” I finally offered, “The majority of you knew me as a complete monster but now? Now you all are here, with me, celebrating today. I shouldn’t be sad, but I am.”

Talia sang, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,” and there was a light chuckle. I explained that Elena had to work and there was a quiet acknowledgement.  

“This has to do with Loren not being here because of work, right?” Alison asked. I nodded.

Then Vox spoke up, “Hey uhm, I know we’ve only been friends on social media for so long but, I think it’s important to tell you that though it’s late, you still will be able to celebrate with her.”  

I looked up, “Well yeah, but I just wish she could be here right now. I don’t think she will make it home in time for the actual date.”

Vox smiled, “Well, that’s not quite what I mean but, here take a look at this. . .”

Loren

I stepped through the door of our apartment at 12:15 am, holding the cheesecake in one hand, and the bag of groceries in the other. Elena sat on the couch alone and I realized there were party streamers and balloons all over the apartment, and the trash we had managed to collect on various surfaces was all gone.  

“Baby I am so sorry,” I cried as I sat the stuff down on the coffee table in front of her.

“Hun, it’s ok it’s not that big of a deal,” Elena responded, more comforting me than anything else.  

“Work was a nightmare, it was all a racket.”

“I could have told you that.”

“Why didn’t you warn me about these fake audits they do to try to impress corporate.”

“I honestly totally forgot about it. But they don’t usually spring it on you unless the big-wig is there already.”

“He was, but that’s besides the point.” I sat down next to her and opened the cheesecake container. Elena smiled widely.

“My favorite,” she cooed as she reached toward it.  

“Let me get some forks, hun--” a knock at the door.  

“It’s literally after midnight, who could that be?” Elena asked with a smile. Instead of going to the kitchen I went to the door, which was then nearly kicked open by Alison, and in came behind her was Gregor, his roommates, and about 30 other people, filling out our apartment to the brim.  

I started laughing, “What is all this?”

Elena stood up and scooped a tiny bit of cheesecake with her forefinger, she moved carefully around the guests and wiped the cream-cheese on my nose. “Guess what babe, you didn’t miss it.”  

“Happy Birthday, Elena!” Everyone said almost simultaneously, and then with Gregor’s boisterous voice, were led into song. “Happy birthday to you--”

I stood there dumbfounded until Elena said, “Babe, you weren’t late. You were a day early!,” She laughed as the song continued.  

“Well then,” I responded. “Happy birthday, dear Elena. Happy birthday to you,” I sang with the close of the song, ending my vocal talents by kissing my girlfriend on the lips. She smiled into my mouth and returned the kiss, wrapping her arms tight around me, The cream cheese smudged between our faces, and around us people cheered and the sounds of a party ensued. But in that moment, I was lost in the focus of Elena’s lips and the surrealness of where I was in that moment, celebrating the birthday of my favorite person.

Though, this may be super late, happy birthday to my best friend; my favorite person.  

[determination-and-familiars]

Frisk’s Birthday

After Flowey’s rather big surprise on his birthday, he decides to throw a surprise party for Frisk for her own.

This is essentially a direct sequel to Flowey’s Birthday as it starts right after that one ends. I meant to post this on April 1, Frisk’s actual birthday, but that didn’t quite happen. Oops. At least it finally did get finished even if it took me longer than planned.

There is a brief mention cameo of @chocolate-addicted-demon, @galaxythebat, @sonofxaymaca and @refiinedrogue  towards the end as I conciser Frisk/Flowey having met these four very canon in this AUs timeline

Under a readmore for being over 3000 words

    “So how do you feel about now officially being a Garcia?” Frisk asked the little flower as they sat in the backseat, on their way back home.  Flowey held the signed, and now officially stamped copy of his adoption papers.

    “It feels … I dunno. I haven’t even had a last name since – Gosh, I don’t even know.” Not since he’d changed his name from Asriel to Flowey and he didn’t remember when that even was. After a moment, he spoke again. “…When’s your birthday?”

    “April first.” After a moment, she then added, “If Sans ever says anything special about that – don’t listen to him.”

    Flowey tilted his head in confusion. “Uh, ok.”

    When the car pulled up to the house, Flowey gave the adoption paperwork back to Luna. “Here,” he paused, and then added “…Mom.”

    Luna took the papers before gently patting Flowey on the head, ruffling his petals softly. Flowey gave the hand a little head nuzzle.

    As the family headed inside, Flowey asked: “Can I make a pillow fort and watch a movie?”

    Frisk nodded. “Need help setting it up?”

    Perfect. Flowey nodded, yellow petals bouncing. “I’ll pick out the movie if you could make the little fort for me, sis?”

    Frisk actually aww’d. “Of course!”

    Once inside, Luna disappeared into her ‘home office.’ Dante gave both his children a hug before leaving for his own home. Flowey climbed down Frisk to the floor, carefully plucking her phone from her pocket as he went. With effort, and the careful use of vines, he kept it behind him while the human headed upstairs to grab some blankets. He smiled up the stairs until she disappeared around a corner, and then turned his attention to the phone.

    Rubbing his vines across the screen, the little flower glared. Nothing happened. Determined, Flowey tried a few more times with no result. It seemed plant life didn’t work on the touch screen. Growling and holding onto the phone with a vine, the flower crawled to the couch and slid the phone under it. Looking around the livingroom, Flowey spotted his new mother’s briefcase by the door. Scuttling over, Flowey clicked open the locks, glanced around, and then began rummaging through it.

    There it was. His vine coiled around the stylus.  Flowey clicked the case closed, and scurried to the couch. He shoved the pen beside the phone.

    He cringed a little. Should he really be doing this? He’d only just been officially accepted as part of the family…

    Flowey nodded to himself. It’s not like he was going to keep these items. He just needed to find things out. It wasn’t bad to do this, right?

    The sound of Frisk coming back down the stairs made the little plant jump. Almost tripping over his own vines, Flowey scampered to the bookcase.

    “Pick a movie?” the human asked.

    “Uh – yeah!” he said enthusiastically, wrapping a vine randomly around a box and pulling it out.

    Frisk gave him an odd look. “Really?”

    Flowey looked at the DVD he was holding: Nightmare Before Christmas. “I, uh, really like it?”

    Frisk shrugged. “Ok, just odd this time of year.” She began setting up a fort using couch pillows and the blanket she’d brought down.

…

    The next morning, the moment Flowey’s eyes fluttered open, he quietly stretched his vines while still in the dirt to open the bedroom door so he wouldn’t have to leap. Retracting them, he then eased his roots out of his dirt bed, and dashed downstairs.

    Making a beeline for the couch, Flowey swept a vine under the couch, and scooped the phone and stylus from under it.

    Tapping the stolen stylus on the screen, the little flower opened up Frisk’s texting app and searched the contacts for Sans. He wasn’t in the S’s. Flowey blinked. But his name started with an S… Scrolling up and down the list, Flowey finally found him listed in the D’s as ‘Duncle Sans.’

    The flower rolled his eyes. Tapping the name, he began working on a message.

    [05:35 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤:  It’s Flowey. Frisk said her birthday on April 1. Said not to ask you about that day. Why?

    Flowey waited. There was no response.

    [05:56 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: I know you’re awake Trashbag!

    [05:56 AM] Duncle Sans: …good morning to you too.

    [05:56 AM] Duncle Sans: not cool to steal your sibling’s phone y’know.

    [05:57 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: It’s fine since we’re official siblings now.

    [05:57 AM] Duncle Sans: oh? so luna finally adopted you

    [05:58 AM] Duncle Sans: and sure that makes theft and invention of privacy completely fine

    [05:59 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: You’re not funny in the morning

    [06:01 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: Can you just tell me?

    [06:02 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: …Please? I’m really curious

    [06:03 AM] Duncle Sans: it’s april fool’s day, day specifically for pranks.

    [06:03 AM] Duncle Sans: so that’s the kid’s birthday?

    [06:03 AM] Duncle Sans: nice.

    [06:04 AM] ❤ Frisk ❤: When is it?

    [06:04 AM] Duncle Sans: about a week and a bit

    A noise caused the flower to jump and hold the phone close, eyes darting around the room. No one was there. But now his heart was pounding and his vines felt tingly.  Flowey used the stylus to x out of the text app.

    Putting the phone down, Flowey dragged the stylus back to Luna’s brief case. He opened it just enough to slip the pen in before letting it click close.

    Skittering back to the phone, Flowey stuffed it behind a couch cushion.

…

    Later that morning:

    “Can we play hide and seek outside?” Flowey asked, while Frisk looked around the living room.

    “I guess?” She sounded distracted. “Have you seen my phone?”

    Flowey swallowed and then pretended to look around for a moment before saying “Maybe it fell out in the couch when we made the fort…”

    The human picked up each seat cushion, then tilted each backrest cushion forward.  There it was. She raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off. “Wow. That was good thinking. Thanks Flow-Flow.” Flowey huffed loudly at the nickname. “What’d you wanna do again?”

    “Hide and seek outside? You seek I hide?”

    Frisk crossed her arms. “You gunna cheat by going underground again?”

    Flowey shook his head. “I won’t! Promise!”

    Frisk seemed skeptical. “Alright… Go out and hide and then I’ll come find you.” With that, Frisk unlocked and opened the front door for him.

    Scurrying out and around a bush, he burrowed underground. He didn’t stay anywhere near the house. Instead he dug straight to Alphys’ surface lab.

    Popping up by the door, Flowey smacked a vine on it and waited.

    Finally the door opened. Alphys looks around before her eyes fell on the tiny flower.

    “O-oh! Flowey! Um… what d-do you need?” Flowey scuttled inside before answering. “W-why don’t you come in…?” Alphys closed the door after him. “Flowey is there -”

    “It’s Frisk’s birthday soon,” Flowey interrupted, “and she, and Mom and Dad, did something really cool for me so I wanna do something good back.”

    Alphys blinked, taking it all in. “Mom and – ohmygosh! Luna finally adopted you!”

    “As of yesterday I’m officially Flowey Garcia.” He clapped two of his vines together. “Now then: Frisk’s birthday…”

    “Right, right! When is it again?”

    “April first.”

    Alphys paused before going to her computer, shaking a finger as she talked. “I had another theory about an additional thing that could have caused that strange bond to form.”

    Flowey gave an annoyed huff. “Later!”

    Alphys sighed. She sat down at her computer, then swiveled around to face the flower. “Alright, alright – do you have an idea of-of what you’d want to do for your sister’s birthday?”

    Flowey tapped the tip of a vine on the floor. “Uh … Ah!” The tapping stopped. “She surprised me – making me think no one was interested in me all day before surprising me. I wanna do something like that!”

    Alphys nodded. “A surprise party, okay.” She stroked her chin for a moment while she thought. “I could get Mettaton to organize a small show. A-and he and Undyne could help gather everyone up…” The scientist paused. “We just need to figure out a place…”

    “What about where the barrier was?” Flowey suggested. “It’s big enough and she wouldn’t wander there herself.”

    Alphys nodded. “It could work. Anything else?”

    Flowey thought for a moment. “I could steal Frisk’s phone and Mom’s pen thingy again to text the plan around.”

    “That – Flowey, no – I could modify a phone to respond to your vines instead.”  

    Flowey looked up at her. “I could have my own phone?”

    “With parental control for certain things,” Alphys added.

    Flowey glared but didn’t protest. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died on his tongue when he heard Frisk’s voice over their connection asking if he was being a little cheater and hiding underground again. “…I gotta go.”

    Alphys couldn’t help but grin. She was still so fascinated by how they were able to communicate now. She stood to open the door for him.

    Flowey burrowed underground, thinking up an excuse for where he’d gone.

…

    Over the next few days, Frisk came close to figuring out the plan. Flowey discovered it was rather difficult keeping secrets from someone who could literally read his mind and sense his emotions. The human might not have been actively prying, but it was one of the rather annoying side effects of sharing a soul.

    When Alphys called to tell Flowey his new phone was ready, Frisk had several questions.

    “When did you ask Alphys for a phone?”

    “I have a life outside of you,” was his immediate question-deflecting ‘answer.’ He then proceeded to burrow away to collect the new phone. Before long, he returned. “Lemme see your contacts. I need to add some.”

    As the human went through each contact, holding the phone out for the flower to see each number, she made an interesting discovery when pulling up Sans’ details. When she held the phone out again, rather than the screen showing the contact info, it displayed the recent texts. The flower had been caught using her phone without permission.  

    Flowey gulped. “In my defense, you made a big deal out of it and you know how well I handle being curious about something. I mean technically that’s your fault. You coulda just told me yourself rather than making it sound all interesting and then refusing to tell me.”

    Frisk sighed in frustration. She didn’t have a good comeback though: he had a point. She had refused to discuss her birth date. Frisk went back to showing Flowey contact info.

    Once finished, Flowey claimed he was going to text everyone that he had a new phone. While that was true, his first mission was a request.

    Flowey pulled up the contact for the energy user, Jamaar.

    [06:50 PM] ✿Flowey✿: It’s Flowey. I gotta phone! It’s Frisk’s birthday on April 1. We’re doing a surprise party at 4 at the mountain entrance where the barrier used to be, cook sweet things for it.

    [06:51 PM] ✿Flowey✿: Um, please, or something.

    [06:52 PM] Tolerable Human: Alright, I’ll make a cake for her. I should be able to finish it in time.

    Satisfied, Flowey proceeded to let the others know of his new phone.

…

    On April first, in the morning, Frisk felt a small weight climb onto her chest and remain. “Flowey, c’mon dude, lemme sleep,” came a tired whine. At no response, Frisk peeked an eye open, and nearly jumped out of her skin.

    Flowey’s face had shifted to a far too wide mouth with sharp jagged fangs and hollow black eyes with little red slits, one larger than the other, for pupils. Somehow it even looked like he was dripping black ooze out of all three orifices. Or maybe those were just well placed shadows. It was hard to tell a mere three inches from her own face.

    As soon as Frisk managed to barely muffle a shriek with her blanket, Flowey fell backwards in a fit of giggles. He even had to wipe a tear from one of his now normal again eyes. “your Faa-aa-aaceee!” he continued to cackle.

    Checking that her heart was indeed still beating, Frisk pushed herself up. “My face? – YOUR face, you little demon! That was terrifying to wake up to!”

    That only made the little plant giggle harder.

    Frisk turned to the clock to see what ungodly hour Flowey chose to scare the life out of her. To her surprise it actually wasn’t. He’d waited until almost nine. Turning back to the viney bundle of titters, Frisk patted the little flower. She scooped him up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, then headed downstairs for some breakfast.

    They were greeted with their mother sitting near a happy birthday sign with her phone at the ready.  Frisk managed to fake a ‘surprised’ expression, and the shutter of the camera phone was heard.

    “Happy Birthday, baby.” Mom then launched into the ‘Birthday Song.’

    Frisk grinned.

    Flowey used their telepathy to ask, ‘She was up even earlier than I was in order to set this all up! What is this?’

    ‘Tradition. Every birthday since I can remember.’

    “Later tonight your dad will come over and we can go out for a dinner and some cake,” Luna said, putting her phone away.

    “How much later?” Flowey asked, worry in his tone. “Before or after four?”

    “After, I think.”

    Flowey sighed. Realizing Frisk was looking at him with eyebrows raised, Flowey quickly waved a vine. “You know! I, uh, I get tired when it starts getting dark! I know we’re not gunna have cake first and I don’t wanna miss out on that!”

    Frisk didn’t buy it, but didn’t press the matter.

…

    As four approached, Flowey grabbed Frisk’s phone from her hand.

    “Hey!”

    “Come get it if you want it back!” With that Flowey shoved an end of it in his mouth so he could hold it while fleeing on all of his vines.

    Frisk chased him around the livingroom. Flowey leaped for the window sill, but missed and crashed to the floor. “Oummmf!” was the only sound he could make around the phone. After a few more loops around the room and he succeeded reaching the sill.  She almost caught him as he wiggled up, but with the window open, he succeeded in leaping out just in time.

    Flowey waited just outside until Frisk opened the door, running out. That’s when he started burrowing, popping up often enough for her to be able to follow him.

    It never even dawned on the human where she was being led until she finally pounced on him. A little too easily actually. He was fleeing and then after getting to a certain point he just stopped, and let himself be grabbed.

    Flowey spit the phone out into Frisk’s hand and she cringed at the nectar now covering it.

    Before she could say anything, it suddenly occurred to her they weren’t alone. Turning towards the opening of the mountain, Frisk was greeted with just about every single monster she’d helped free from the underground. Including a few who weren’t from the underground, such as Galaxy, the grey bat in a space hoodie, Spy, the dark red-clad mercenary from the past, Chara from another timeline, and Jamaar, the Jamaican energy user near some rather tasty looking treats.

    “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRISK!” everyone cried.

    “Surpriiise!” Flowey added.

    “Flowey, did you set this up?”

    Flowey held his vines up in a rather flashy shrug. “Weeell, I don’t wanna brag – but yeah.”

    “Don’t lie, Petalhead!” Undyne shouted. “You gathered maybe five tops, then begged each of them to get the rest!”

    “You dummies wouldn’t have even gathered everyone if I never told you to!” Flowey shouted back.

    “Easy, easy,” Frisk cut in, patting Flowey softly.

    As Flowey opened his mouth, the two were scooped up by Papyrus.  Sans was with him, bony hands in his hoodie pockets. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUMAN FRISK!”

    Frisk laughed and hugged the tall skeleton back. “Thanks Papyrus!” After a moment, Papyrus set the girl down.

    “eh kiddo,” Sans started, “knock, knock.”

    Both Flowey and Papyrus glared at him.

    “Who’s there?” Frisk grinned.

    “SANS, DON’T RUIN THE HUMAN’S BIRTHDAY.”

    “abby.”

    “Abby who?”

    “abby birthday, kid!” With that, Sans pulled a bar of soap wrapped in a bow out of his pocket.

    “Wow. Rude,” Flowey stated, flatly. “Are you saying Frisk stinks?”

    “nah. it’s cuz it’s a soap-prize birthday party!” Sans winked while Frisk started to giggle.

    “OH MY GOD, SANS! HOW COULD YOU?”

    Flowey smacked himself in the face with one of his vines.

    Something else smacked into the flower’s face.  A clump of cake stuck to his face. Tossed by Jerry.

    “Hey! That’s for eating! Not throwing!”

    “Oh god! Who invited Jerry!”

    The cake wasn’t one of the things he’d made, but Jamaar was still pissed about the waste.

    Someone else liked the idea however because “Birthday Food Fight!” was screamed and another clump was tossed. Still at Flowey though.

    “Throw it at someone else, not just me!” the little flower shouted, scooping the mess from his petals and flinging it back.

    This hit Undyne.

    A series of ‘Ooooh’s’ went through the crowd of monsters as the former captain of the royal guards whipped the cake mush off her face.

    “I think the flower’s gunna die,” someone said.

    “Oh it’s on, Petalhead!” She grabbed the nearest item and heaved it at him.

    The plant tried to move out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough. The Jell-O mold hit him with almost enough force to knock him from Frisk’s shoulder. Almost.

    Frisk let out a laugh at how annoyed Flowey looked. Growling, the little flower scooped the mess from himself and smooshed it into the human’s face.

    “…So, food fight?”

    “Food fight!” One of the other monsters grabbed some more cakes, and started to throw them. These apparently were brought by Muffet as soon the monster was tackled by spiders.

    Temmies ran around in the mess leaving cake paw prints everywhere.

    A Woshua ran around trying to clean monsters off.

    Someone threw a Moldsmal.

    Within minutes, the gathering dissolved into chaos. Spy slipped away to avoid anything getting on his suit. Several monsters also stepped back, not wanting to get involved. They did however stay close enough to watch the sugary carnage.

    Frisk giggled. A quick wash-up might be needed before the family dinner later. But she really loved her surprise party.

[doingthewritething]

The Floor is Lava One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: curse word(s)

Requested by anon:  Hi!! I really like your writing it's incredible💙💙 can you please write a Peter Parker x Reader where they're dating and they do the floor is lava challenge in different places just like the videos?

A/N: Aw, thanks anon :’) This was a cute idea, a little hard to write, but I love how it turned out, hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.2k

You sat on the floor of Peter’s bedroom smiling down at your phone. You were currently watching Twitter videos while Peter did his homework on his bed. Of course, you were supposed to be doing your homework as well, but you merely read the first paragraph of the chemistry book before you decided to “check” your phone. He had invited you over so you two could have a study date; however, neither of you had finished your homework, so the sooner you did, the sooner you could get to actually studying for your test on Monday.

“Is there something funny about the reading that I missed?” Peter asked with a teasing smile.

You looked up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. He was looking at you expectantly, probably already knowing you weren’t working, so you raised the book further to hide your phone.

“Um, yeah. I can’t believe you missed the, um,” you quickly skimmed through the page to find something to say, “covalent bonds part. The name is Bonds, Covalent Bonds.” You cringed at your attempt at a chemistry joke, but your voice held hope.

Peter tried not to smile but laughed, “Okay, that was good,”

“Really?” you mumbled, sounding surprised.

Peter quirked his eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, obviously it was good -that’s why I was smiling...at my own joke. Not at anything else,” you quickly said, trying to save yourself.

“I can see your face glowing,” he dead-panned.

“Aw, thanks babe! I’m trying out this new moisturizer-”

“Y/N”

“It’s Chanel?” you tried.

Peter narrowed his eyes at you. “Chanel? Really?”

“Okay, I lied. It’s not Chanel, it’s an off-brand-”

“Y/N,” he laughed.

“It’s water. I’ve been drinking more water. You caught me.”

He merely gave you a look.

“My secret is out Peter I don’t know what else you want from me,” you laughed, unable to take this anymore. 

“I know you’re on your phone babe,” he said.

“Fine, fine. You caught me,” you muttered, putting the book down. “You gotta see this video though.”

You stood up from your spot on the floor to join Peter on the bed.

Peter turned away, trying to do his homework. ”Y/N no, I don’t wanna get distracted,” he whined.

“If i was trying to distract you, I could think of something better to do -if you know what I mean,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. You suggestively raised your eyebrows at Peter and he blushed.

“Um, Y/N,” he swallowed. “I don’t think we should-”

“Relax, Peter. I’m not trying to get in your pants, I just wanna show you this video,” you giggled.

He laughed nervously, “Ye-yeah, I-I knew that. I didn’t think that you were, uh, serious you know.”

You raised your brow at Peter, “So you’re saying you’re not interested?”

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, “Just play the video.”

Smiling, you played the video; it was a short compilation of “the floor is lava” challenge videos. You looked at Peter’s reaction the whole time and saw that he thought it was funny too.

“I can’t imagine actually doing that in public,” he laughed.

“Me either,” you agreed. “We should do it.”

“What?” he laughed. “No, no way.”

“Live life on the edge Parker,” you teased, lightly slapping his cheek.

He scrunched his face and held your hand in place. “My life is as on the edge as I want it to be.”

“Mm, I think it can go further,” you pushed, running your hand through his hair instead.

“Is being a crime-fighting super hero not enough?” he said, turning to look at you.

You leaned in to kiss his lips. “It’s alright, but this would make it better.”

He frowned, “I’ll think about it. Can we go back to doing our homework now?”

“How about we re-visit my previous offer,” you teased, playing with the ends of his hair. “Or do you really want to do homework?”

“Um,” he blushed. “I-”

You giggled, “It’s too fun to tease you baby.” You got up and went back to your spot on the floor. “And as much as I’d love to not do my homework, I have to get this done eventually. Don’t distract me Peter.”

Peter shook his head, biting his lip to prevent a smile, as he got back to his work.

“Peter, haven’t we studied enough?” you whined. 

“Y/N, we’ve barely gone through one section,” he said.

“One section too many if you ask me,” you said.

“Fine,” he said, closing his book. “Let’s take a break. Are you hungry?” He got up from the floor and offered you his hand.

“I’m not Hungry, I’m your girlfriend,” you smiled, standing up.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen.

“You want to pretend I’m not your girlfriend or that I made a Dad joke?” 

“At this point, maybe both,” he teased.

You scoffed in disbelief, “The audacity.”

You leaned against the counter and watched Peter rummage through the cabinets before checking the fridge. That’s when an idea popped up.

Oh this is gunna be good

Pulling out your phone, you got ready to snapchat a video. “Hey Pete,” you called. 

He was still looking around the fridge, but he managed to reply, “Yeah?”

“The floor is lava!” you exclaimed.

He looked up and shut the fridge. “What? Not now Y/N,” he said, embarrassed that you were still filming him. 

“C’mon Peter,” you cooed. “I wont post it, I’ll just save it.”

Peter sighed, but then looked around for some where to jump. He saw the kitchen island and sat on it.

“That was so anti-climatic,” you said chuckling, stopping the video.

“I’d like to see you do it!” he defended himself.

“Well, I can’t do it now! It has to be a surprise, that’s the whole point babe,” you tsked.

“It’s on,” he mumbled.

You smirked and patted his arm as you went to the fridge, “Sure it is Peter, sure it is.” 

The day after tomorrow, you completely forgot about the whole “floor is lava” thing. But Peter? No, Peter did not forget. In your defense, Peter had told you he wanted to take you out for a date in the park, so you were looking forward to that all morning instead.

Once you got to the park, Peter looked like he was bouncing with excitement. He practically pulled you along the path the whole time. You figured he was looking forward to the ice cream that you two always got from the vendor that walks around the park. And, wow, were you wrong.

“I think I’m gunna try a new flavor today, just to switch it up,” you said, looking up at Peter.

Peter looked down at you and smirked, “Trying to live your life on the edge or what?” 

“Yeah,” you said skeptically.

Why is he looking at me like that

Once you got to the ice cream cart, you went ahead to order because Peter claimed he needed more time to think. Finishing paying, you turned around, taking a lick of your ice cream and saw Peter fiddling with his phone. He held it up and, at first, you thought he was taking a picture -so you smiled. Then it hit you. And your smile turned to an expression of horror. 

“Peter, no-”

He looked you in the eyes and said, “The floor is lava.”

“I have ice cream!” you cried, looking around for a bench or something. 

I am not gunna lose to him, you thought.

You swallowed the last bit of dignity you had left when you saw a trash can and ran straight for it. In the process of sprinting you ditched the poor, sweet ice cream and used both hands to jump onto the bin. Peter, of course, filmed the whole thing and was left dying with laughter. The trash’s top wasn’t big enough for you to completely fall in, but your ass was still partially in there. Peter got closer to you and kept filming, but cut it off when he couldn’t stop laughing. It was that laugh he does where he closes his eyes, scrunches up his face, and bends over a bit. You’d normally appreciate how adorable he looked, and damn did he look adorable right now, but you were annoyed with him. You looked at people passing by and they either looked amused or bored -I mean, it’s New York, they’ve probably seen weirder stuff.

“Can you at least help me out,” you huffed, extending your hand.

Peter grabbed it to help you out. Stifling his laughter, he said, “Aw, baby, I’m so sorry but that was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Best thing I’ve ever seen,” you mocked, muttering to yourself as you dusted yourself off.

“I’ll buy you a new cone,” he said, biting his lip to keep from smiling.

“Fine,” you agreed. “Send me the video.”

You were definitely planning to get Peter back, the thing is, you had to make sure he wouldn’t see it coming. Now, you thought about waiting two days or so, but by Monday, Peter proceeded to show both Ned and MJ the video. It was pretty hard to have Peter forget about it when all three of them brought it up the whole week. But being the stubborn person you are, you waited until it faded out to get your revenge. Which was around the following week. 

You wanted to go shopping at the mall and begged Peter to come along since he hates shopping. Though, he changed his mind pretty quickly when you told him you would try on clothes and ask him for his opinion. The type of clothes you mentioned may or may not have persuaded him further.

Walking around the mall with Peter, you two had a great time. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do.

Almost. 

All it took was remembering that damn ice cream you had to kill in cold blood. And the smug look on Peter’s face. His stupid, but still cute, face. 

You and Peter were deciding what store to go into next, conveniently stopping by at the huge fountain in the middle of the mall.

Sorry in advance Peter, you mentally said.

You stood in front of Peter, just talking about what else you should get. You pretended to get a text and set your bags down to pull out your phone. “Hold on Pete, I needa text back my mom.”

He smiled politely and pulled out his phone to wait for you. Without him noticing, you got ready to record. 

“Hey Peter,” you said teasingly.

He looked up with a small smile, confused as to why you were filming him. “What?”

“That floor your standing on?” you said as he looked down, then back up. “It’s lava.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Babe, let’s not do this-”

“What’s that? Peter Parker is admitting defeat? Say it clearly so I can capture this moment forever,” you said, holding the phone closer to his face.

He glared at you and quickly surveyed the premise. The only thing he could use was the water fountain. He handed you his phone and said, “Hold this.” He ran to the fountain stood on the ledge, balancing carefully. Turning to you, he extended his arms out in triumph. 

Damn it, I was hoping he’d fall in, you thought.

“Was that it Y/N?” he called out, smirking at you.

An idea popped into your head. You smirked back and held out Peter’s phone. His expression faltered.

“Babe, don’t you dare-”

I’m sure his Spidey senses or whatever can come in handy, right?

“Catch!” you said, tossing his phone.  

You threw it a little more to the left, so Peter had to reach further for it. In doing so, he lost his footing, but managed to smack the phone away before he fell in. Your mouth dropped in surprise as he made a huge splash.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, laughing slightly. You ran to pick up his phone, then went to the fountain. You went up to Peter, still recording because why not, and asked if he was okay as he scrambled to get up. Giggling at his form, you leaned out to give him a hand.

Spitting out water, reaching for you, he said, “I’m, I’m fine -I just got hot. I totally meant to do that.”

You stopped filming at this point and helped him climb out of the fountain, laughing slightly.

Once he got out of the fountain you whispered to Peter, “We should probably leave before we get kicked out.” 

“Yeah, yeah we should,” he said quickly. “Go go go,” he rushed, getting your bags and speed-walking away -you following after him. 

You and Peter decided to call it a truce since you both got some embarrassing footage of each other. Getting out of the mall, you told him, “Let’s just never do that again.”

“Yup. I’m never coming back to this mall,” he muttered, moving his wet curls out of his face.

“We can’t ever come back,” you agreed.

Peter nod his head in agreement and held your hand as you both pretended that his shoes didn’t make that squishy sound with each step.

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[wayward-demons]

Stanford.

Word Count: 2,843

Characters: Sam X Dean

Prompt: Mr. Greyface: I saw your angst post. Can you do something about Younger!Sam? Like him leaving for Stanford and being all alone maybe?

Warnings/Notes: OMG I love this idea. YES A MILLION TIMES YES! (So, I previously did a Dean version of this, with John of course >>HERE<< So you can read that one too! I recommend you read it after though…) 

 Sam’s skin was itching, his legs bouncing up and down as he sat in the most uncomfortable chair he’d ever sat in. He tapped his fingers against the fake wooden arm rest, not to any particular beat, but just because he needed to be moving.

Dean was sleeping on the bed, arms crossed over his chest. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how uncomfortable he looked. Still wearing his black tshirt, jeans and boots. How on earth anyone could sleep so soundly like that baffled him. Sam sighed, he was taking too long. He needed to talk to Dean. Who cares if Dean was finally getting some quality sleep?

“Dean.” Sam whispered, kicking at the corner of the bed. “Dean!” He yelled louder when Dean didn’t budge.

This time though Dean sprung up, he searched the room for anything that would warrant his brother practically yelling at him to wake up and when he didn’t find anything but a very anxious looking Sammy he groaned.

“Dude, come on. I was finally getting some sleep. Sleeping in that car never is enough.” Dean yawned, stretching his sore muscles as he did. Sleeping the car had always been terrible, except maybe when they were younger and could actually fit in the back seat. Now it was just a painful mess of sore muscles and creaking bones.

“I gotta talk to you Dean.” Sam was serious, and this confused Dean. Sure, the boys had dove deep into conversations a lot, they spent a lot of fucking time together. It would be impossible to not talk about the important things. But something about Sam’s bouncing legs, or the way he kept licking his lips told Dean something was wrong.

“Shoot.” Dean leaned back, stacking pillows so he could lay down while still effectively looking at his brother.

Sam looked around the room as if someone was listening, and who knew, someone might be. “I got a letter today.”

“Oh did you get your first credit card scam going? Sammy, you’re so grown up.” Dean joked nodding to himself that it was a good one.

“No. shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes. “I got a letter from Stanford. They accepted my application.” Sam all but jumped out of his seat as the words came out of his mouth. He had never been so happy or so excited about anything before in his life. Well, maybe the first time he actually got to be with a girl, which was pretty exciting too.

“Wow,” Dean ran a hand down his face in disbelief as he sat up to soak in this news. “Stanford, that’s like…Wait, you applied for Stanford?” Dean couldn’t control the anger in his voice as he realized what Sam had said.

“Yeah. I told you this like 6 months ago. Look, it says I can start classes as soon as next month.” Sam pointed to a line on the letter, but Dean paid no mind to it.

“But Sammy.” Dean started.

“I know I know. Stanford means I’ll be in one place. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still help you guys with cases. I can still do research for you. I bet it’ll be easier with the library there.” Sam’s face lit up with excitement as he thought about it all.

They’d driven past the school a few times, John would make some remark about rich kid’s rich school and turn up the music. Dean had always seen the way Sammy lit up as he looked at the old buildings and people walking by. He almost had the same face on right now.

Dean smiled, seeing Sam happy was rare these days. Hell, it being this quiet was rare. Sam was so happy; so excited as he read the letter for what Dean could only imagine to be the millionth time. Sam had every reason to be excited, Dean knew that. And Dean didn’t want to ruin this moment, so instead Dean drank it in.

Sam’s smile, the way his feet were bouncing now. Not like they were before, no they were bouncing with glee now. Sam’s eyes quickly scanned the letter over and over. And Dean couldn’t help but feel a tightening in his chest, a warmth he’d never felt before.

Dean sighed, “Have you told Dad yet?”

“No, only you.” Sam looked up at his brother, the excitement gone from his face as he thought about John Winchester. The thorn in his back.

“Dad’s gunna flip.” Dean said the words without thinking about them. They were true though, and both boys knew it.

Sam folded his letter and slid it into his jacket pocket. “Don’t worry I’ll handle it.”

Dean scoffed, he let his boot covered feet hit the ground as he started to pace. “Handle it? Like you handle it every time you mention running off? Sam, Dad’s not going to want to hear you got into Stanford.” Dean turned back to his brother. Gone was the excited face, gone was all hope of happiness. Now Dean was looking at the sad sulking brother he always saw. “Damnit Sammy. You can’t tell him. You have to keep this a secret. And you have to get rid of that letter.”

“No.”

“Sam-“

“No I don’t have to do any of that. Dean this is my life we’re talking about here. I just got accepted into one of the best colleges ever. Me. The boy who had to finish High school in the back of a car with a shitty shock system. Me who’s never gone to one school longer than a week. I got into Stanford Dean. Stanford. Do you understand what that means?” Sam was trying hard not to yell. At any moment John would be returning, or maybe he wouldn’t. You never really knew with him.

“I do Sammy. I do. It’s great. It’s wonderful. I really am happy for you. But Sammy. What about us? Huh? Your family?” Dean was in front of his brother now. Knees digging into the shaggy carpet

Sam pushed his way past his brother and left the dirty hotel room. The sun from outside bore into his pale skin and instantly warmed him. He started walking, spotting a little playground, empty and void of all kids. He sat on a swing, feet still on the ground as he thought over his little fight with his brother.

Dean was right, John wasn’t going to like hearing about Stanford and how Sam was going to go. But Sam didn’t care, He was so excited to get into such a prestigious school that yelling with John for the millionth time wasn’t going to be a big deal.

Sam swung, his feet pumping the air around him.

He wasn’t mad at Dean, Dean was doing his job, being the older protective brother he was. So fighting with him, staying mad at him was pointless. It was John they had to worry about.

Sam dreaded telling his father the news. “Maybe Dean’s right. I should just throw it away.” Sam said, placing a hand on his jacket where the note was safely stashed away.

“Don’t listen to me. I’m stupid for saying that.” Dean said, taking a seat in the swing next to his brother. “So, how are we going to do this?”

Sam wasn’t even sure what had started the fight tonight. Did he shoot wrong? Did he not say the spell correctly? Hadn’t he run fast enough? Or was John just crabby tonight? Sam never knew. But here he was listening to the ranting and ravings of how he could do better via John Winchester.

John sat in the front seat, one hand on the steering wheel as he made his way down the darkened highway. Dean leaned his head against the cold window, hoping that it soon would be over and he could pretend to be asleep. Not that it would solve anything, John didn’t care if Dean was sleeping or not.

Sam ignored his father’s words, he instead chose to watch the bushes that he could barely make out as they sped past them. Sam had already heard enough, continuing to listen wasn’t going to help him any at this point. He sighed, hitting his head lightly against the window as if that would stop his father’s words; it never did.

It had been a week or so since Sam had confided in Dean about the letter from Stanford. Both brother’s silently agreeing that they should keep it under wraps until they could find “the right way” to tell John about it. But Sam knew what Dean meant by the right way, that meant never telling John, and Sam was tired of waiting.

“Pull the car over.” Sam said, voice calm and collected. Dean turned back before John did his leather jacket squeaking against the seat as he did, a confused look on his face as he gave Sam a once over.

“What did you say?” John asked, he shifted in his seat, now able to see the tall boy in the back from his rearview mirror.

Sam looked back at his father, lips pressed into a thin line, “I said pull the car over.” Sam made sure his words were clear, that there could be no confusing them because he didn’t want to repeat them.

John hesitated before he did as his youngest son asked him to do. The Impala hitting the gravel on the side of the road and coming to a slow stop. John took the keys out of the ignition and turned to face Sam. He rested his arm on the back of his seat, a smile on his face as he saw how proud and tall Sam was sitting back there.

“What’s going on Samuel?” John asked not hiding the smile on his face.

Sam took a deep breath, he met eyes with his brother who wore the most scared look Sam had ever seen on him. It was supposed to stop him, it should have, but it didn’t. How could Sam turn back now? John was there, this was the time, the moment to finally tell him. Fuck what Dean wanted, this is what Sam wanted.  “I got into Stanford.” Sam said the words so clearly it took him by surprise.

John didn’t say anything for a moment, he sat there staring blankly at Sam. Meanwhile Dean didn’t know who to look at. He kept glancing at his father, waiting for the ultimate fight to happen in the small space. But Sam, with those brooding eyes and stiff back. Dean hadn’t ever seen this side of Sam, it scared him frankly. Usually when Sam and John fought Sam could only play the tough guy for so long before he would cave and just back away, letting John think he won.

“Stanford?” John repeated the word.

The way John said it felt, wrong. It felt awkward and not the way it was supposed to be said. “Yeah. Stanford.” Sam couldn’t help it, his confidence was gone and he knew that John could tell.

“Funny, I don’t remember hearing about you applying.” John licked his lips and shifted in his seat. “See, I thought we were a family, and you were a hunter.” John was trying to keep his voice contained.

“I am. And we are. But Dad-“ Sam started,

“No listen to me Sammy.” John shifted in his seat, practically turning his whole body to face the young boy behind him. “We stick together. Because that’s what family does. We don’t go running off at the first chance we get.”

John didn’t wait for a reply. He turned around and stuck his keys back into his baby and let her engine roar to life. He pressed on the gas and the car was pulling forward. “Stanford.” He repeated.

And this is what made Sam flip. “I’m going to Stanford. You can’t stop me. John.” He spat his father’s name into the air.

“I can stop you boy, and I will. You’re not going to Stanford and that’s that.” John glanced back, seeing the reflection of Sam in the mirror once more. “End of discussion Samuel.”

“Its Sam.” Sam huffed.

Sam didn’t have to ask for John to pull the car over again. John did it this time all on his own. The tires crunching the gravel under them again. “You’re right Sam, I can’t stop you. Go on ahead, go.”

Sam hesitated. John had never said that he could leave before. He’d never looked at Sam the way he was right now. And he’d never called him Sam. Sam’s heart started racing, his palms grew sweaty, and he had no idea what to do. Obviously John was testing him. But what was the right answer?

“Go on Sam. Go to Stanford.” John’s voice was the scariest part about this whole situation. He had abandoned his anger, had stopped talking loud. His voice was low, deeper than normal and quiet. It shook Sam to his core.

Sam slowly raised his hand to open the door, the hinges squeaking as he did. No one said anything as he placed his foot on the gravel. No one said anything as he stood tall and his legs cracked from it. No one said anything as he shut his door and stood on the side of the road with his bag over his shoulder.

He thought they were going to leave, kick up dirt in his face and hit the pavement. Until Dean opened the door and joined Sam. “Dean what are you doing?” Sam whispered to his brother.

John joined them, sighing as he looked over the car at his two sons. “Dean get in the car.” John ordered.

“We can’t just leave Sam on the side of the road Dad. It’s passed midnight.” Dean said.

John laughed, “Sam doesn’t want to hunt with us anymore. He’s going to Stanford.”

“I know but dad-“

“Dean.” John raised his voice, he wanted to hit the top of his car, wanted to express the anger he was feeling. But he didn’t. Sam and Dean were already looking over at him with scared but stern expressions.

John sighed. He didn’t know what to do.

Sam’s knuckles turned white as he held on to his bag. He had it slung over one shoulder, the weight of it pulling him down on one side. Sam didn’t say anything, there was nothing to say. He could have consoled Dean, told Dean to not to worry so much, that Sam was a big boy now and that he could do this on his own. But he didn’t know how to put it into words.

So, instead of saying any parting words, Sam walked away. He wordlessly turned and let his feet take him down the road.

“If you go, don’t ever come back!” John yelled. He leaned against the car, elbows digging into the metal of it.

Sam’s steps stopped, his feet unable to move forward. His heart was pounding in his chest. His short breaths were made blatantly aware to him in the cold air. His mind was racing. Was this the right choice? Leaving his family behind like this?

He’d wanted this for so long, he’d wanted to be free of the life and to be whom he wanted to be, who he was on the inside. But now that it was happening, now that he was able to walk away, able to be free, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Sammy.” Dean pleaded. Sam could hear the pain in his brothers voice, could hear the way he was fighting back the tears as he barely said his brother’s name.

Sam’s head hung low, his feet suddenly allowing him to walk forward again. He didn’t turn around, he couldn’t. If he did, if he saw Dean, if he saw his father, he would cave, and he wouldn’t leave. He didn’t turn around even though Dean called his name again.

He didn’t turn around when he heard his father start the engine. He didn’t turn around when the car was gone. Sam kept walking forward. His feet controlling him, his mind aching at the pain of leaving his family.

This wasn’t easy, he loved his brother, hell he loved his father. But he needed this. He needed to leave and be himself. He could no longer hear the engine roar, and his heart hurt because of it. Sam walked on, walked forward with his new life.

Stanford was going to hold new opportunities for him, new chances to figure out who he was. “If you go, don’t ever come back!” John’s words, John’s painful words echoing off inside his head.

Sam’s heart started to return to normal. His breathing only staggered because he was practically running down the street. His mind was clear now, empty of all emotion and thought as he made his way back to the small town he had noticed on their way down here.

Sam was going to Stanford. Sam was going to Stanford. Stanford.

[pog-with-a-blog]

I wrote this at 1 am after taking sleeping pills it’s great I’ma queue it for tomorrow idk if it’s worth reading but I, in my current mental state, consider it my magnum opus

I like honestl was led to believe that edgar allen poe was a good author but like. Damn. 

So I really like reading murder cases, like complicated ones, idk why. But I decided to see if I could do something slightly less creepy and I ended up on “the murders in the rue morgue” and like not to spoil a shitty disappointing mystery or anything but

Ok first off before the murder even happens he trys to pull a BBC sherlock. Like he met the fuckin guy at a book store and they were both trying to find a book that very few people had ever heard of. And then he saw him 2 more times and he was like “o shit damn I MUST get to know this guy”

and like honestly just take a quote that will explain everything else 

 “the force of his busy mind was like a bright light in my soul. I felt that the friendship of such a man would be for me riches without price. I therefore told him of my feelings toward him, and he agreed to come and live with me.”

no homo and then the guy watches him for 15 minutes while they walk in silence and then proceeds to tell him his entire thought sequence all because he knows him so well he says shit like “you looked at the stars so I looked at the stars and noticed orion was super bright so you must be thinking of orion and we read an article in the newspaper about an actor that quoted a book we both read about orion and I knew you would think of that actor and then you stood up straighter so I knew you were thinking of how short he was and he would do better in less serious plays”

“so then I was like ‘I agree, he is p short’ not to like impress you or anything just, like u know”

no homo tho. totally no homo. just 2 really good buddy pals

Ok done with that now the fuckin mystery. Two women sitting in a bedroom with only one bed, but multiple tables and chairs, reading some old papers and letters of no interest door locked from the inside but window wide open, fake locks on the windows but real hidden locks also

The mob heard an orangutan and not one person recognized it as an animal, they all thought it was a person speaking a language they didn’t know. 

Multiple people hear this orangutan in this room they were not in, but *noone* saw it running through the streets of paris or into the house

Not only that but there just happened to be someone who was a native speaker of french, english, spanish, and italian, all of whom heard the orangutan, just by chance. Also one of them, in france, did not even know enough french to tell the difference between an orangutan and a person speaking french, or recognize the phrase “mon dieu”

and also *neither* of the women hear the fuckin thing come in and stand there watching them (o btw it carried a knife all through paris and also while it climbed up a pole it still didn’t drop the knife) 

so then it, no motive, pure fear, cuts the woman’s head *almost* off, but not all the way off, and throws her out the window and she falls 4 stories, which still did not result in the full detachment of her head. Yet it fell off on it’s own when her body was picked up minutes later. 

then, again, pure fear, strangles a girl, like immediately upon seeing her goes straight to the “hands around neck til she dies which probably is not instantaneous idk??” but like. no motive just a scared stupid monkey. We know he’s stupid and acting with no intention because at one point he runs around the room aimlessly in fear, breaking all the furniture. But also he is patient enough to keep his hands around her neck til she dies

Now a note: If I were to find a bed ripped to pieces and covered in blood, I would probably not describe it as “there was one bed. everything has been taken from it and thrown into the middle of the floor”, I doubt  I would refer to it as a bed honestly considering it sounds like it was quite deconstructed??? 

Back to monkey. Not smart enough to kill with intention, but smart enough to attempt to know he did wrong and shove a body up a chimney and throw the other one out the window before fleeing

or maybe that’s just what monkeys do when they get scared. Shove dead bodies up chimneys and throw them out windows. 

oh and he closed the window behind him when he left how sweet

and then continued to roam the streets of paris without being found or committing more murders

and then mr. Gunna Fuck a Book  is totally getting off to Mr.  Book telling him that he posted an add in the paper saying they found an orangutan and the person who lost it should come get it and they know he’s a sailor btw

and he’s like “yeah I know it was an orangutan bc noone could tell what it was saying and I honestly don’t know he’s a sailor but sailors are strong enough to climb poles into the house like that and also they go to faraway places where orangutans can be acquired so like yeah it probably is might as well say that in the ad” and then  he’s like “shh I hear footsteps and right on cue mr. ex-orangutan-owner walks in in his sailor suit asking if they got his orangutan like im sorry do you see a giant ass monkey here bc i don’t

and then he tells them all abt how he and his male friend went into the forest, like no, i gotta quote this shit again

“But we went — a friend and I — we went into that forest — for pleasure.” 

no homo anyway we cought the monkey and brought it back and it caused ALOt of problems being all big and strong and stuff so I was like “why not bring it to paris haha what a great idea :)” 

and he keeps it in his apartment and I guess either it didn’t make noise or it did and all the neighbors just though he has like a new friend who didn’t speak a language they knew and yelled alot idk? 

[shitneytears]

taking stock of where I'm at

long ass ugly ass post but I'm just thinking about a lot of things rn so I'm just gunna vomit it all out here and deal with it………. never

if you know me irl feel free to read this y'all know I'm an open book anyway idc.

I need to go to a dentist p bad now, my teeth have been fine my whole life like pretty straight and healthy jus a lil stained but thats fine whatever I'm not after hollywood white anytime soon; but atm I'm noticing they look like they're slowly moving and starting to misalign and look BAD and i want to deal with it before it gets too bad. I don't mind if i have to have braces (even tho i cant afford that l o l) but i DONT want braces on for next summer because if i have to graduate and have my grad pic taken with braces in i will fuckin end everything i cant i caNT have that. Also i want a hygienist to scrape all the shit off my entire mouth and like, polish and blast it back to neutral bcus even when i am cleaning my teeth atm they're just… they never LOOK clean which is starting to……… get me down??? not rlly but its just another thing I'm thinking about.

my DIET fuck ME. It was fine when i started it and it was a LOT of hard work for me to try some new foods but I've done it and proud of that, like iKNOW thats a huge step for me! but now the initial novelty is worn away I'm very very over it. I've learnt there are some veg i don't mind eating, but they're not \GOOD/ they're just there, and id always rather cook a recipe without them, the things that are new that aren't veg are the only things I've tried that id want to adopt into my actual normal eating habits??? like I'm enjoying sushi, sea bass, and steak too! (yeh I've never had steak before I'm fucking poor we don't buy nice meats so fuck off) couscous is very dependant on what you add to it but hey it is good sometimes! carrots are evil and sweet potato is just not the same as normal potato its nowhere near as good stop pretending sweet potato fries are good they're weird. I like yoghurt lots and should buy it more often tbh. anyway its just another thing I've got to think about and I'm TIRED of having to think about so many things

on a related note to that, it is having good results! i am loosing a lil bit of weight and can see a difference and I'm enjoying seeing my arms and legs looking a little more defined even after just 3 weeks!!!1! but my workouts are starting to have a lot less energy and I'm finding it VERY hard to find the mental and physical energy to drag myself to the gym at the moment. I mean i also do rlly miss going with michael bcus those few weeks were like the gym golden times honestly. so much fun.

i keep just sleeping, then spending like 3 hours slowly dragging myself to the gym nd doing breakfast and stuff and getting back home with my food for the day to cook off. its just. a lot. then i tend to just sit on my phone doing NOTHING until going to bed… I'm just so sleepy and low energy its shiIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT

The house maintanence is ridiculous too, we are so nearly done, i NEED them to replace that awful carpet and ill be good, its become such a huge mental block for me i cant SETTLE in my own home because its not quite done yet which is yet aNOTEHR task

dont ask me about my dissertation don't ask me about it i want to work on it but i feel like I've got no time even tho i clearly do its just something i cant face when I'm this low on energy truly

men are all evil idiot babies so jot that down

helping nathaniel in london is still fun and even tho it takes a whole day away from my own life I'm really enjoying it and its a positive in this GLOOMY time!

i am SO grateful for the energy I'm getting from rebecca in this time honestlyyyyyy laughing and getting coffee with her so often is getting me THROUGH and my convo with amy last night uhhhhhhhh i miss me graphics buddies

i wanna be back at uni making work again, really bad, and i don't want that to end! and also balancing my work with my studies is gunna be hard but i wanna get back into my roles on the board and hopefully course rep again.

i just wish i wasn't so POOOOOOORRRRRRRRR, honestly its such a real thing being in uni and going through this experience I'm very clearly not from the same place as most of these people and I'm doing the very stereotypical gay thing of having to EXCEL in EVERYTHING to prove I'm worth being here whilst some of the other richer people can just waste away their days and squander the whole degree its so frustrating they have that sense of entitlement to their space here when 100000 working class people would happily take that place and work harder with it.

having to be UR OWN male role model is exhausting but i gotta keep going, even if i need a 4 month break, gotta keep pushing as hard as possible all the time, because i gotta prove to my family that studying art wasn't a waste of money and time and i gotta be the positive male energy my brothers need so bad that i didn't have.