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nyoomfruits · 2 months

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blush 💖💗🩷💕💘💖💓💗🩷💖🥹🥹🥹 for the kisses prompts

blush: a kiss on the cheek set in the love you with the lights on universe, many many years in the future!!!!

Lando gets awoken by the sounds of a door slamming, followed by an immediate ‘Liv!’. He blearily blinks his eyes open, rubs a hand over his face. He didn’t even drink any alcohol at last night’s gig, and still he feels like he got runover by a fucking truck. Doesn’t help that he didn’t get into bed until 4 and it is now – he glances at the clock on Oscar’s bedside table – 7 in the morning.

Fucking hell. Maybe he’s getting too old for this shit.

He can hear Oscar and Olivia puttering around downstairs, the sounds of pots and pans and a coffee machine brewing, the hushed chattering of voices. That, combined with the delicious smell of coffee drifting up the stairs, is ultimately what pulls him out of bed instead of attempting to sleep some more. He slips on a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie he is pretty sure belongs to Oscar, and makes his way down the stairs, rubbing at his eyes as he steps into the kitchen.

Olivia is sitting at the kitchen island, book propped open against a vase in front of her, radiating a brand of morning temper that seems particularly prevalent in 14 year old teenagers, absentmindedly munching on a piece of toast as she flips the pages. Oscar’s at the stove, poking at his eggs with a sleepy, grumpy look on his face, proving that even while Olivia’s morning temper might mostly be a teenager thing, the apple never truly falls far from the tree.

“Morning,” Lando says, puttering over to Oscar, whose face breaks into a beaming smile when he spots Lando.

“Hey,” Oscar says, sliding an arm around Lando’s waist and pulling him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting him go again. “Morning. Did we wake you?”

“Nah,” Lando says, making his way over to the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. “Woke up naturally. Morning Ollie,” he says, to where Olivia is still grumpily flipping through her book. “You ready for your big test today?”

He gets a mumbled morning and a shrug in response, and hides his grin behind his mug as he shares a knowing look with Oscar, who’s gone back to poking at his eggs.

“How was the gig?” Oscar asks, apparently deciding the eggs are good enough and sliding them onto a plate along with a piece of toast. Lando follows him to the kitchen island, leaning on one side while Oscar sits down next to Olivia on the other.

“Good,” Lando says, smiles. “Tried some new stuff, the song me and Ollie were working on last week? Went over really well.”

“Does that mean I can come, next time?” Olivia asks hopefully, sticking hear head over the vase to look at Lando, pleading look on her face.

“When you’re sixteen,” Lando and Oscar say in unison. They glance at each other, trying very hard not to laugh, while Olivia lets out a loud ‘UGH’ and disappears in her book again.

When it’s time to leave Lando actually manages to coax a half hearted hug out of Olivia, gets a proper hug and another kiss on the cheek from Oscar and then they disappear through the front door in a flurry of bye’s and I love you’s.

Lando walks back to the kitchen, puts his mug in the sick, wanders back upstairs for a nap. The house is eerily quiet, without his little family in it. He misses them already.

#landoscar #twinklaren #mctwinks #drabble

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velvet-paradox · 9 months

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Naughty

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x Female reader Length: Medium Summary: You like your man a little mean and he obliges. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, established relationship, name calling (dumb, dummy, toy, slut), strong language, porn with very little plot, a lot of brain rot going on here friends, light slapping (but not painful), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talking, detailed smut. P.S. I may or may not have a lovi obsession just sayin'. OK BYE Tagging: @synnersaint

She likes it when he's mean.

When he comes home hot and still full of spit and vinegar. Says it turns her on to get a little kaleidoscope glimpse in to what his enemies get the full taste of. Of course he's never truly mean to her, how could he? He loves his little dummy back home. With her glittering eyes and open arms, waiting patiently for him mission after mission. Her hugs are the best. Welcoming him home, where he belongs, even if he does reek of gun residue, sweat and gore.

Blood doesn't bother her, whether it be her own or Keegan's, she's not shy with the sticky stuff. She's cleaned his wounds with bare hands and when she's finished she's got more dirt and grime under her nails then he did. She's even stitched his forehead once or twice, much to his disapproval even though when he chances a look in the mirror, he can barely see the scars.

She's good.

Too good.

Too good for him, she doesn't deserve the junk and turmoil he brings to her doorstep. Wounds that won't heal, scars that won't fade. But he tries. He tries to be a good man when he's not running point, when he's not given instructions to just barrel through and get the job at hand, done. Keegan wants to be a good man; good enough to deserve you.

He looks at your photo when he's alone in his tent, on the road, in the helo. When the world is just too fucking loud, he's careful to take it out of his front left breast pocket (safe keeping of course), looking at your beautiful handwriting first.

FROM ONE DUMMY TO ANOTHER XOXO

He'll smile at it, beneath his ghost balaclava or bare and streaked when he's all alone, before he'll turn it over. Still after these tedious months, he gets that tingle in the pit of his stomach, the ends of his toes, the balls of his feet, the seam where God himself split his sac.

You don't have to be naked to look this fucking good. In fact, you're fully clothed, only your soft hands are available, giving two peace signs on the back of his motorcycle. Two of his most precious guilty pleasures.

"Come on, come on." Your whine cuts through the forgotten music in the background, the faint smell of a homecooked meal wafts up the stairs and renders the man completely useless.

Keegan is transfixed at the leash in his hand, the black leather is soft and worn in his palm, the chain clinks quietly when he moves his wrist and finally looks down. Stunned once more by your beauty. On your knees in a lacy one piece, slinky at best, leaving just a hint of peek-a-boo skin through the fine material. The leash is of course attached to the collar around your neck, next thing he sees is your wiggling, hips swaying as if you had a tail, sticking out your tongue in a lewd and obscene manner.

"You said we were gonna' play," you pouted as Keegan smiled down at your desperation. Distance did make the heart grow fonder and stitched your desires back together. "Don't you wanna' play with me?"

"Of course I do baby," Keegan pet your pretty face, humming when you nuzzled against his palm. "I'm just trying to figure out which hole I'd rather stretch out tonight."

The gasp and look in your eyes hit him straight in the groin, knowing damn he'd never sunk into that tight ring of muscle as of yet. You'd need preparation, time and training of course and more than just spit as lube.

Keegan shuffled and wound the chain around his thick fist, drawing you up on your knees. "You wanna' play? Let's play."

….

Your noises are music to his ears, long forgotten are the spraying bullets and shouts of commands, what's left, the only sounds that matter are of desire. Not too long ago were you taunting him from over your shoulder. He forced you to stand, about face, hands on the wall as he kicked your legs open. Biting his tongue at the way you arched your back and made your ass jiggle, pushing back against him as he tried to remain as still as possible. Which wasn't easy.

You never took it easy it on Keegan, he was a man of war. As much as you'd tease him, make that pretty noise when you wanted something badly enough to vocalize it, he'd lose his composure. Keeping the balaclava on just a little longer until he couldn't take it anymore.

He tossed you to the bed after that stunt, crawling over you, the clips of his fresh gear snagging on the lace as he covered your mouth with one hand, pinned your hip down with the other and stared into your fluttering eyes.

"You sound so good baby, so damn needy for me. You can hardly stand it, huh? Look at you, already moaning like a slut for me, just for me right? No one else."

You shook your head frantically, mumbling behind his palm until he lifted it away from your lips. "What's that, pet?"

"No one. No one else, I promise. Just you," you licked his hand sensually, keeping your eyes on his face as you laid back down. "I only want you to slut me out."

Keegan chuckled lowly with a nod of approval, pinching your side. "Good girl. Now just keep letting me know how good you feel, yeah? 'm gonna' keep going until you're shaking, making a fucking mess, is that understood?"

Your enthusiastic face made him hard.

Keegan ripped off his mask and got down on his knees, dipping the bed with his weight. He delighted in your squeals and giggles, fitting your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips when he realized the only the thing separating his mouth from your pussy was a pair of flat snap buttons.

Now listen, Keegan is no slouch when it comes to eating pussy. He knows what he's doing. If there were a (pun intended) eating contest, there would be a trophy case decorated with a few honorable medals as well.

The first time he tasted you, you almost broken his nose, bucking up hard into his face. You apologized repeatedly but Keegan just laughed it off, saying that would be the best excuse for his twice broken nose already. He licked his name against your clit. Letter by letter, shapes and swirls as he claimed your cunt.

K was a pointed tongue slashed against the hooded nub, the first E was gentle and flat tongued, the other E was followed by a slow and deliberate suck, G was a sloppy swirl and A and N were hummed to a tune of his own making.

Your hands moving to brush back his hair felt so damn good on his scalp, panting and wiggling for him. It had been two weeks too long. "Please baby that's it, that's it." Your voice was already fucked.

"I know you fucking love it," Keegan grunted against your sex, taking a moment to grace your slick folds with the bridge of his nose, chuckling lowly when you keened. "You just fucking love it when I devour you whole, don't you? Yes you do, tastes so fucking good."

When Keegan got lost in the sauce there was no telling just what he'd say, what string of commands or obscenities he'd loop together in some sensual tapestry that left you breathless.

"Yeah? I taste good?"

Keegan lifted his head, remnants of black grease paint over his pretty eyes looked up at you from between your legs, making them tremble in his grip. "You taste divine, princess."

With that, Keegan brought you to the edge, licking and sucking, toying with your cunt when he tagged in his fingers to join in the fun, those thick fingers breached your hole and stretched you out over and over until you begged. Sobbed for him to let you cum, that you couldn't hold it back any longer and oh how did Keegan love it when you begged!

"Come on sweetie, you can do better than that. Turns me on when you do it…. so fucking beg."

He licked your arousal from his fingers, making an absolute show of it too. "Good job, baby. You did such a good job for me." Keegan groaned as you panted to catch your breath, laid out and limber. He could throw you over his shoulders if he wanted, flip you over with ease, your limp body just going through the motions. Keegan could (and has) had you in every position possible and some that required a bit of technical work, a little fine tuning, angling his hips just so, holding your neck or lacing your fingers together.

Keegan is a man of many talents, in and out of the bedroom as he shifts and takes off his belt-- one handed. Your glassy eyes shine in the dim light from the room, predatory as you drink him in while he undresses.

Your hands are on his waist, burning hot before gives a gentle pat to the outside of your thigh, rolling you over on to your stomach. Sometimes he can't help himself and he gets this primal surge deep in his groin to obliterate you, break you, fuck you raw and stupid until you're a sloppy little mess of limbs and cum.

The smacks to your ass are deliberate and you raise up only to be pushed back down, Keegan grunted at you to keep still, to spread your legs, keep that one bent, just like that.

Keegan edges himself, rock hard in his hand as you dips just the crown of it around the base you, still wet. That bit of pre-cum on the tip is enough to wiggle between your cheeks with ease.

You shudder when he does that thing you like.

His spit slips between you, another glob of it makes it a sound leaving his mouth and hitting his shaft.

"Jesus Keegan, fuck me already. I need it."

"Oh I've got just what you need you dumb little pet," he grabs the leash, tugging on the chain as you pull on the sheets. "Whose my dumb little girl, huh? Is it you, baby? Are you my dummy girl?"

"Fuck. Yes."

Keegan yanks on it, jerking your head back. "Say it. I wanna' hear you say it."

Fuck; he's throbbing.

"I'm your dumb little girl. Just so fucking-- God that feels so good... I'm so dumb, so dumb for your cock, baby. Please."

"Good job." Keegan cooed and then thrusted in deep. "Let's slut you out then, yeah?"

….

God you're pretty. Clawing at the sheets as he fucks you through another orgasm. The clanking, your moans and body bending, arching into his touch like a needy cat. Pet me pet me pet me.

"Baby please," you paw at him, sentences die on your tongue, failing to make it out of the column of your throat. "I'm gonna' cum again." Now on your back with your knees pretty much to your chest, rocking on his cock with his momentum, the leash pulled skin tight.

"Awww of course you are. I can feel you squeezing me, my dumb little girl is getting her pretty little hole fucked out. You're so fucking hot," Keegan moaned out, he dragged a hand down his face, salt and sweat, paint staining his hands before he smeared it over your chest. He's marked you in a number of ways but to see you marked like this, with his mystery always got him going.

"Just like that-- ha!" you drawled, an almost pained 'oh my God' seeped into the air behind clenched teeth. Keegan mimicked you instantly, keeping his hand pressed between your tits. "I'm gonna' cum again, don't stop!"

Keegan's chuckle held desire and humor, fitting one of your legs over his shoulder, smearing his face against your calf. He was tempted to take a bite, too. Those intrusive thoughts always got the better of him.

"You think I could ever stop fucking this pussy, huh? Fuck yeah, squeeze around me again baby. You're such a good girl for me," Keegan was rewarded by his own praise when you leaned up to watch him split you open, spit on your pussy and fuck you harder.

What can I say? The man has stamina.

"Oh my God! Keep going keep going, fuck."

Your legs started to shake the minute Keegan's thumb met your swollen bundle of nerves, throbbing around his cock, crying out for more more more, that you couldn't take it. You came with a whine, sobbing with your release that flooded around the base of his cock. Keegan growled and gave it, chomping down the sensitive meat of your leg.

"Good job, baby. You look so fucking cute when you cum, when you're all brain dead," Keegan hissed through his teeth and pinned you down, heavy hands on your knees as he spread you open. "Open up for me, let me finish inside you. Gonna' fuckin' fill you up, two weeks is bullshit. Stay awake baby," he gently slapped your face in quick succession, jerking your chin to make you look at him and only him. "Don't get all dizzy on me now dummy, you've got some more dick to take."

She's really going to get it now...

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mercurygray · 25 days

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Release, for Fred & Brady? 💙

I hope you don't mind, Killy, but I decided to use this as a second part to this piece.

She'd made a terrible mistake.

It wasn't that she'd kissed him - or been kissed, however you wanted to think about it. It wasn't even that she'd run away afterwards - she stood by that decision, even if her knees still hurt from the jump down, and her hands were still sore.

It was that he'd gone out this morning and she hadn't said a word goodbye.

She'd offered to take the early morning shift making the donuts, so she wouldn't have to see anyone, but Mary had places to be in the afternoon and wouldn't swap, so she'd been on coffee duty with Tatty, just outside the briefing room. She was one of them now, part of their good luck charms and superstitions. Hambone would only take a donut if she passed it with her left hand and Curt always spilled the first sip of his coffee, for the angels, and John - John always said good bye and she always said good luck and he'd always say "I won't need it" with one of those small smiles of his.

But not today. Today he hadn't said a word - only glanced at her, and then just as quickly looked away, and he'd gotten in the truck without a word to anyone, his face stormy and closed.

She felt like she had been left holding something - a package that didn't belong to her, a parachute. Good …luck. But what if he needs it today? Superstition closed those loops - if they'd spilled their coffee and made their jokes and wore their sweaters backwards and carried their lucky snow globes then they'd done all they could possibly do, and the rest of it was with God, or Fate. She'd spent the day in nervous watchfulness, waiting for the sound overhead that would let her know that they were back, that it was time to count them in, that she could finally give him back this thing that she'd been carrying for him all day long.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen - everyone back home. A minor miracle, even if someone's engine was on fire, and she could hear, from the far side of the airfield, the rising whine of the siren calling out the fire brigade and the ambulances.

Up in the control tower, she knew that Mae and Cord and Anita would be talking to the pilots on the radio, assessing and evaluating, relaying the information back to where it could be acted upon, and after they got out, those that could get out were bussed over to interrogation, and then they'd come to her - end the day as they had started, with a cup of coffee and a donut, so that Major Bowman and Captain Brennan and Phoebe and the rest could ask them how it had gone, where the flak was worst, how many bombs they'd dropped and whether they'd dropped true, whether the luck they'd carried with them had truly been lucky.

They were always quieter now then when they'd gone out in the morning - no jokes, no laughter. She'd heard Captain Brennan call what they did 'returning to themselves' and so they were. Here was Dickie, and here was Curt, small smiles and grateful gulps of coffee and bourbon as Doc Stover checked them over on the way in. Egan, putting on some sort of smile like he thought she and Tatty would believe him untouched by this.

And here he was.

She was glad there was a table between them. The things she wanted to do wouldn't have stood up to close observation - to grab his arms, observe the cuts on his face from the raw edges of his mask, brush his hair out of his eyes. And her lips longed for his skin - to kiss every last inch of him, to be close the way they'd been close last night in his plane, with the sunset dying around them, and see if it would make him smile the way he'd smiled yesterday, since he certainly wasn't smiling now.

He tossed back his bourbon and didn't even glance at the coffee, and her heart was the heaviest it had been all day.

Phoebe had his table - nine men. Someone was missing and she couldn't tell who. The room emptied; he grabbed his bag and headed back outside, and she did something she wasn't supposed to - she followed him.

"John! Wait!"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him around the side of the hut, and when she kissed him, it was like pulling the release cord on that parachute, because everything was falling, but slower and steadier, and his hands were light on her hips, and when they stopped, foreheads touching, she felt like she was on solid ground again.

"Fred." There was a touch of wonder in his voice.

"I'm sorry," she said, her words coming out in a jumble. "I'm sorry I let you leave like that this morning and I'm sorry I ran away and I'm sorry I'm scared." I don't like breaking rules, but I'll do it for you. "But don't you ever forget to say good bye again," she threatened with a waver in her voice that made him laugh, and tighten his hands on her waist. "Now, you - you can't be jealous when I dance with everyone else. And you can't be angry when someone else makes me laugh. And I can't always sit with you, or hold hands with you, or even kiss you. But I'll be yours," she said, feeling like she was flying and falling and foolish for all of it. "Your …best girl."

"And Curt's," he added, with a waver of laughter in his voice, his eyes as blue as oceans. "I'd fight him but I know I'd lose."

The truth of that was worth the laugh. "And Curt's."

"And since when do you call me John?" She punched him in the arm for that, but the truth was the truth, whether she liked it or not. "But Curt doesn't get to do this," he said, and kissed her again. She closed her eyes, as light as air, and thought of sunsets and sunrises and all the luck in the world that had brought her here.

#asked and answered #basilone #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #freda torvaldsen #john brady x oc

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somethingthing · 2 years

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Sweet promises

Daemon x reader

Warnings: angst (fighting) but also a general light angst through it all, some fluff

Word count: 860

A/n: I started writing this with the intention of it being like a “fight and cute makeup” but the more I wrote the more I was like “nope not cute, more angst and worry from the reader” (still got some cuteness to it I’d say)

The past days had been heavy for all of the kingdom, but especially inside the castle walls.

Queen Aemma and her newborn child’s death had been a tragedy and a chock for everyone, well you had hoped so at least.

The heir for a day he had called the babe, and now he was here, in your chambers, saying his good bye before leaving on the kings command. He’d been coming to your room for some time now but after the funeral he wasn’t with you. No he had been celebrating as some would say.

You didn’t want to believe it, but you knew Daemon by now. “How could you say that? How could you speak so ill of the dead, let alone your own brothers wife and child?”

“Ill? I only spoke the truth, he was heir for a day, gods even less than that, and do not lecture me about my brother…”

You cut him off, a bold move “I do not lecture you my prince but I was there, I saw the birth, I saw them both die and will not listen to you speak about them as if this is not a tragedy for us all, especially for your brother” and niece you wanted to add, but didn’t.

This wasn’t what he had expected when he had gone to your room, not at all. “You dare interrupt me?” They were all the same when it came to titles and power, you dare, because you shouldn’t. It was two simple words to show that they were above you. “I have been nothing but kind to you, I’ve done nothing but love you, but watch how you speak” temper weren’t one of his strengths.

But he was right, ever since you first met he had been kind to you and the love he did not give to his lady wife, he had given to you instead. But none of that changed how you’d felt when you heard what he had called to babe, you hadn’t witnessed something so horrifying to hear something like that form a person you loved.

Yet you apologized “I know and I am sorry” you paused for a second, wondering if you should continue it not, you did “But never again do I want to hear such things leave your lips, understood?” He might be prince but he did listen to you, you hoped.

He pulled you in to an embrace, anger running off him like water “I am sorry too my love, I know it was stupid, and look where it got me, banished” the anger that had just started to wash away from his face, returned but with a burning rage in his eyes. “My brother is weak, what his family is going through might be tragic, but that does not change how he is” temper, temper.

Once again he was right, Viserys was weak and the city had been crumbling, but you weren’t too sure if Daemon wouldn’t make it crumble as well. However in much different ways.

“I heard of the banishment, but as you said, your brother is weak, You’ll come back from this” that could get you in trouble, but the words were only for Daemon to hear.

“Come with me, and I don’t mean to Runestone” you could guess his next words “Come with me to Dragonstone, I’m rightful heir to the throne, no one can stop me”

You didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t the rightful heir, not anymore, and he could be stopped, even with the gold cloaks on his side. Not to mention, they might not kill him, but you? You were no one, you helped the late queen give birth, yes, but to what good? Now you were just a traitor if you followed him.

“What do you say? Pack your belongings and we’re off tomorrow at dawn” his hands trailed up and down your arms and his eyes shined with excitement and mischief. He truly wanted you to come.

Different horrible scenarios ran through your head but at last. If you did follow you’d be a traitor, but you’d be with the man you loved, dressed in the finest fabrics and smell of the finest oils. If you didn’t, you’d still be here when the war, just waiting to break loose, would come, without Daemon and nice oils.

“I will come” he was happy and pleased “On one condition” his newly found happiness drops for a second “You will protect me if needed” it most likely was going to be needed.

Confusion shot across the prince face for a moment “Do you think so little of me that I would simply leave you to the wolves?” Dragons maybe “I swear to you upon my own dragon that I will protect and care for you no matter what”

The knot in your stomach was smaller, but not completely gone, but you weren’t sure it would ever go away with Daemon. The tension of the game regarding the throne that was going on left a lot of things to worry about. But you’d have to accept that.

“Tomorrow morning we fly then, to Dragonstone, my prince” his words about the late queen and her babe was all forgotten with kiss and sweet promises of a new reign with you by his side.

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Thank you for reading <3 I really like Daemon, his character is interesting (and HOT). He seems like a sweet person in some ways.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #game of thrones

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Dust to Dust (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I have had this one in my drafts for *literally* ever, and I’m finally getting around to posting it. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You finally move in with Matt, working to make his apartment feel like a shared space that you both can call home when the unimaginable happens.

Warnings: Fluff, domesticity, angst, The Snap, hurt/comfort, mentions of grief, not proof read/edited as well as it could be

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,519

“Hey, Matty?” you ask as you climb in the step stool.

“Yeah, angel?” he calls from the kitchen.

“Did I leave the duster on the barstool?”

“Why would it be on the barstool?”

You let out an exasperated sigh and smile as you twist toward him, watching how he stands and smirks in the kitchen, leaning forward on the butcher block counter. He is a sight to behold, truly. You never would have thought that if someone had told you two years ago that one of the alumni attorneys talking to your trial ethics class would become your boss for an internship and your boyfriend, you would have thought that you were living some fantasy—especially when you found out about his secret. Now that you’re officially moved in, fantasy and reality are meshing in the best kind of ways.

“Stop being sassy, Murdock. I can see it right there.”

“Then why don’t you come over yourself and get it?”

“You’re right next to it, Matty. I’d have to walk across the apartment.”

“Walking is good for you. It’ll get your blood circulating.”

“Uh, badgering, counselor.”

“Stating the facts of the case, counselor,” he smiles right back.

“If you bring the Swiffer over here, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhm. I’m also gonna shower in a bit, so if you bring that over and help me, your reward might be more than a kiss.”

“That sounds quite nice, angel. It’s also bribery. It’s unethical.”

“But is it working?”

“With the promise of your kisses? Of course it’s working.”

“Then grab that duster and get that cute butt of yours over here.”

You both laugh, and you turn your attention back to the shelf, moving things down on the top of the cabinet bookshelf below for the time being.

“Would you be okay if I hung some pictures while I’m up here, Matt?” you ask, only to hear the soft plastic clatter of the duster hitting the floor. Matt doesn’t drop things. You turn around and see the Swiffer on the floor, Matt no where to be found.

“Matt?” you call into the apartment, every second where you don’t see or hear him making you grow more worried. “Matt?” You step down and slowly walk through the apartment. “Matthew, if you’re trying something, this isn’t funny!” You franticly move around the apartment, feeling nauseous as ice runs through your veins and your skin burns hot when you officially run out of places to look for him. “Matt?. . .”

He’s gone.

“I don’t know,” you sigh as you fiddle with the key ring, swinging the door open and just dropping your purse and keys on the table by the door, putting your briefcase in the living room as you move through the apartment. Even though it’s been five years and you’ve added some touches of yours here and there, the apartment still doesn’t feel it belongs to you in the slightest. The thing that’s missing—the person that would tie it all together—has been missing for five years, just like your friends and half of the population.

“I think I just need to shower and wash the day off,” you continue to tell your mom. “I’ll text a bit later. I have a lot of files I need to sort through for my case. Love you, bye.”

Hanging up, you let out a tired sigh and take off your clothes, letting the hot water roll down your body to loosen your tense muscles. You run through the things you need to do—which files to go through first, what you need to grab at the grocery store, how soon you can go to sleep. You hum as you scrub the shampoo deep into your scalp, like you’re trying to physically reach past your skull and smush your brain between your fingertips. As you do so, you feel a large pair of hands and hairy arms wrap around you, and you scream at the top of your lungs.

“Angel, angel, calm down!” you hear a voice you’ve missed for five years cut through your screams. “It’s just me! It’s me, sweetheart!”

Turning around in his grip, you see Matt, just like the day he disappeared.

“Matt?” you whimper, on the verge of tears.

“Yeah . . . (Y/N), what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The tenderness in his voice, the way he says your name, the way he holds onto you, it’s enough for you to break down in tears. Matt just holds you, letting you cry into his strong chest, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You don’t know how long you cry for, but it is long enough for the shampoo to be completely washed from your hair and for your fingers to be far past pruney. Matt kisses your forehead, grabbing a towel to dry you off before sliding his shirt from the floor onto your body. Picking you up as you cling onto him, he walks you to the bedroom and sits you down on the mattress.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asks softly once more, tucking a thick, wet tress of hair behind your ear.

“You . . .” you sniffle and wipe tears off of your cheeks. “Matt, you were gone for five years.”

“I . . . What?”

“I thought you heard something and had to run and help, but you don’t drop things, and you dropped the Swiffer. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find anyone. So many people just disappeared. Just gone, Matty.”

A million questions rush across Matt's face in a second, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Instead, Matt kisses you again, holding you into his chest. “How’d you get through it?”

“I threw myself into work. I kept the practice alive. It was hard, but, Matty . . . the people that come to Nelson and Murdock needed someone. If I stopped to think—if I didn’t help—I would’ve drowned in grief.”

“You . . . You kept it going? All by yourself?”

“They needed help. You had to come back. I had to do it.”

“Sweetheart . . .”

“I spruced the office up a little. I got a new table for the conference room, and a new coffee table. Some plants.”

“Doing well for yourself, there, angel,” he says with a little smile. “I mean, Foggy and I could never dream of office plants.”

You smile softly back at him. He’s actually here. “I always told you I was the better attorney.”

“I never doubted that for a second, sweetheart.”

As you lean in for another kiss, you gasp when a thought crosses your mind.

“What is it, (Y/N)?”

“Foggy and Karen! If you’re back, they’re back!” You lean over to where you threw your phone on the bed and call each of them quickly, hanging up as soon as they answer, but not without an excited squeal before you lean forward and knock down Matt with a hug, tears streaming down your face once more. “You guys are back! Oh my God! Everyone’s back!”

The way that Matt’s lips feel on your skin after so long is like heaven, a blessing that you never thought you were going to feel again.

“I’m not going to have to fight off any new boyfriends that walk in and see us like this, am I?” Matt asks softly into your shoulder, but you can sense the genuine nerves behind it, and it’s written clearly across his face when you lean back.

“No, Matt.”

“Because, I mean, I could always use the blind card.”

“It’s cute when you do that to get extra waffles. But it’s not something you have to worry about, Matty. I swear.”

“So, not once in five years?”

“No. Not once.”

Matt brings his lips to yours, rolling you over and letting you feel every muscle of his that you’ve missed. God, you’ve missed him. You’ve missed his warmth, his weight, the way that he knows exactly what to do make your heart skip a beat and feel like the only girl in the world. You’ve missed the callouses of his fingers, the hair on his arms, the rough stubble on his jaw, how his big, beautiful nose smushes against yours. But most of all, you’ve missed how everything feels right when Matt is with you.

“Matt . . .”

“We were already planning to do it, and my sweet girl hasn’t felt good in five years,” he hums as he kisses your neck. “Please. Please let me show you how much I love you.”

“I—ah.”

“Sweetheart?” he says softly as he pulls off.

“I just want to hold you, Matt,” you say, listening to how your voice cracks. “We can do that any time, but I just need to hold you some more.”

His face softens before he leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Of course, angel. I can never say no to your snuggles.”

“Good, because I’m not letting go.”

“And I’ll hold on tight.” You hear Matt let out a faint hum as he wraps his arms around you and gives you a gentle squeeze as you let yourself fall asleep, relaxed for the first time in five years while his heartbeat echos in your ear.

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lavandulawrites · 1 year

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In the arms of a longing man

yan!Childe/Ajax x reader (female)

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His dead eyes where something she wish she never had to see again. Every day she prayed to whichever archon that might listen, that he would be gone. But the archons failed her as everything else in her life. Had she just realised that something was terribly wrong with him in the beginning, everything would be different. She wouldn’t need to spend her days in the icy cold tundra of Snezhnaya, instead she could return to Mondstad. But of course, fate had other plans for her.

The ice cold Snezhnayan wind blew through the treetops. She cussed at herself for not wearing a ticker scarf, but she knew very well that Childe would be extremely mad disappointed at her if she didn’t wear the scarf, he so kindly gifted her. She could only hope that she wouldn’t get a frostbite.

“Hurry up soldiers!” the commander yelled. She and the other Fatui soldiers hurried as fast as they could in the heavy snow. Oh, how she longed for her warm little cottage hidden safely in the big forest by the little village she had grown so fond of.

She thought that joining the Fatui was a good idea. She hoped that then she could escape the poverty that had hunted her since she was born. She did in fact earn more than she ever had, but she soon regretted her horrible decision. She then realized that she had been blinded by the hope of earning enough money to live a good life, that she did not think of all the cruel acts one had to commit to become a true Fatui soldier. She realized soon after she arrived to Snezhnaya, that she had been incredibly foolish to believe that she could avoid all the evil deeds.

How could she be so utterly foolish? She truly was ashamed. She had to leave the Fatui as soon as possible. Today she was going to tell her superior that she was going to take a boat back to Mondstad in the following day.

She was going back and forth Infront of her superior’s office. She didn’t have another choice. She held her breath and raised her hand to knock on the door. “Hi! You’re Y/N right? You’re one of the new recruits am I right?” a voice behind her said gleefully. She jumped and quickly turned to see whom the voice belonged to. It was Tartaglia one of the Harbingers.

“Hello sir. Yes, you’re indeed correct.” she straightened her back and bowed. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be training with the other recruits?” the Harbinger grinned.

“Yes, I should, but I’m here regarding my position here in the Fatui. I’m going to quit.” She looked down to the floor. The light blue tiles were wet, and it was a small puddle forming under Childe`s boots. She didn’t know why she was telling him all this. Mabey it was because he was a Harbinger, and she felt the need to tell him. She held her breath and looked up at him. His grin was gone and replaced by an unreading expression. Had she gone too far by telling him? Probably, judging by his expression or rather lack of.

“Oh… really. May I ask why?” his lips were in a tight line. She really shouldn’t tell him the reason, but she definitelyshouldn’t lie to him.

She sighed “I am really not fit for being a member of the Fatui”. He hummed. “I see…” he looked disappointed. He turned on his heel and walked away towards the dark hallway. He waved over his shoulder “Bye then, dear Y/N”. His voice was gleeful.

She tumbled backwards to the door. She was relieved that he didn’t scold her or worse… Still, she got a bad feeling.

The office door opened. The sergeant looked her up and down with disapproval. “What brings you here? And why is your uniform wrinkled?” he mentioned that she should enter. She must have knocked on the door when she leaned against it by accident she thought. “Sit” he said and sat himself on his fancy leather chair. “You see sir, I have thought about it for an awhile and I have concluded that I will resign from the Fatui” she said while she fiddled with her hands. “I am sure you have” he said mockingly. “Why? Do you not feel honoured by being soldier? Are you that ungrateful?” he pushed his small round glasses up his nose bridge. “No! Of course not! I’m very grateful that I got this position. It´s just that I feel that… it´s not for me. The Fatui have use of someone better than me” she tried to explain.

He scoffed “Well… I guess I can´t deny you since you applied yourself. It’s a shame really. You’re demised”. “Thank you for your understanding, sir” she bowed and hurried out to the hallway. She sighed in relief. I really did it!

The next day she was finished packing her belongings and was ready to leave. The docks in Snezhnaya were freezing, but she couldn’t care less. Finally, was she going back home. She was ready to bord the boat, when a few Fatui soldiers surrounded her. “We have orders from the eleventh Harbinger to arrest you” the tallest one said. Her eyes widened. What one earth was going on? She hadn’t done anything wrong. “Why?” she asked and hoped she didn’t sound scared, but judging by her voice she was. “You’ve leaked secret information about the Fatui” a broad shouldered, but short soldier answered. He was eyeing her up and down with a mocking smile. “What? I have done no such thing!” she yelled. It didn’t matter how much she tried to explain herself, they didn’t listen and brought her to the Zapolyarny Palace. The footsteps of the soldiers echoed in the seemingly endless hallways. She was shivering. Was this it? Was she going to get exuded form something she didn’t do? After walking for what seemed like an eternity, they stopped in front of two gigantic doors. The doors were the only thing between her and her doom. The doors opened and the soldiers pushed her in. she stumbled, but quickly gained her balance. The inside was dimly lit, and the walls were decorated to an almost exaggerated state.

The Harbingers were seated on extravagant chairs overlooking Y/N and the soldiers. She almost cowered in fear. She kneeled before them; the soldiers followed suit. Pierro cleared his throat. “I am certain you understand why you are here” his gruff voice rung in the spacious hall. She simply nodded. “I am highly disappointed. Such behaviour should be punished with death”. She raised her head wanting to claim her innocence but stopped when she saw that Pierro wasn’t done speaking. “Thanks to Tartaglia you will be spared”. Her eyes widened in surprise. “You will now be serving under Tartaglia”.

Childe was grinning. She bowed her head. “Thank you for giving me a second chance. To that I am extremely grateful” her voice was quiet. She wasn’t grateful at all. Now it would be impossible to leave the Fatui. Serving directly under a Harbinger was worse than death. “I look forward to working with you comrade” his gaze full of an indescribable hunger. She swallowed. “You are dismissed” Pierro’s voice stern.

She rose to her feet and bowed before exiting.

The icy wind didn’t get any better as they descended the mountain. The mission had gone smoothly. The snow creaked under her heavy boots. Fear was creeping up her back. They were almost home. She tried to calm her nerves. Mabey he wasn’t in his office? Perhaps his mission was delayed? She could only hope so.

The office door creaked opened. She stepped inside with her back straightened. She was not going to show her fear. The red-haired man was staring out the window. He turned around and grinned upon seeing her. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N” his voice was like soft velvet. His dead eyes boring into her. “Hello Tartaglia” she bowed. He raised an eyebrow playfully “What have I said about treating me so formally when it`s only us?”. “Right…” her voice was flat as she eyed the Harbinger. He walked towards her with a wolfish grin. He stroked her cheek gently. “Oh, how I have missed you…” he sighed. She didn’t answer. He curled his arms around her and held her tightly. She didn’t dare hug him back. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear “You can’t escape me now. Do you seriously think that the commander doesn’t tell me everything?”. Chills ran across her spine. He laughed coldly. “He told me that you were planning on leaving the group and flee across the border”. He sighed and looked her straight in the eye. He griped her chin firmly. His expression was of fake sadness. “Do you know how hurt I was hearing that? I can’t possibly let you go now”. “Oh, how I have longed for you since the first time I saw you” his voice soft and his eyes looking at her so tenderly. His lips pulled back in a horrifying smile. “I will never let you go”.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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so long, daisy may (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: anti-hero belongs to rebel but so does you’re on your own kid and i won’t change my mind. @struggling-with-delia has been here for every step and evolution of this piece and i’m truly posting this for her because i honestly never thought this would see the light of day. i am going to hide under a rock until further notice bye.

summary: It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

originally inspired by taylor swift’s “anti-hero” and “you’re own your own, kid”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse | same mistakes-verse timeline

warnings: nightmares, blood, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, alcohol, brief brief brief reference to an ED if you squint, we were introduced to Petals in the my tears ricochet piece and there was popular demand for me to bring her back, i took some stylistic risks with this one, and it’s that this has no point of resolve and a very abrupt ending, if you hate this don’t tell me because i’ll cry

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Picking up Bob’s wrist where his watch sits, you glance at the time, rolling your eyes. He looks down at your curiously, sipping his drink.

The last thing you expected to be the topic of conversation tonight was her. You’d made the mistake of leaning over to your best friend’s phone, being nosy about what he was looking at on Instagram. There’d been a picture of your old teammate, Moonshine, as she’d taken a leave trip to New York City after the Green Vipers short trip to Miramar.

It’s how you learned she’d been at Top Gun with your best friend the first time around, and subsequently your boyfriend. And apparently most everyone else too.

The group had now been trading stories of their experiences will her, all glowing. It’d been at least a half hour of this, and you slowly felt like you were losing your grip on your sanity, what with the whiplash Coyote was giving you. He’d been there, watched her follow everyone else and treat you like shit, so where did he get off talking like this?

“Take it you’re not a fan?” Hangman smirks as he raises an eyebrow at you. You shake your head, running a hand through your hair.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Really?” Phoenix asks, leaning up against the pool table.

“Why?” Your boyfriend asks incredulously and you glance at him, shrugging.

“Just... didn’t have a good experience with her.”

You didn’t talk much about how awful everyone on the team had been. They knew you didn’t like your old squadron but you were unwilling to detail just how badly they treated you.

“Gonna need more reason than that, babe.”

You turn to him. “Well, why do you like her so much?”

He looks away. “You know... she’s a good pilot. Funny. Life of the party.”

“Pretty too.” Hangman comments, looking between you and Rooster.

You glance at him. “What? Why do I get the feeling I’m missing something?” Coyote nudges Hangman, shaking his head. Phoenix coughs awkwardly, looking up at the ceiling. “What?” Your boyfriend shifts, setting his drink down next to the pool table, game long forgotten.

“We... hooked up once or twice when we were at Top Gun the first time.”

Oh.

He carefully watches you, waiting for a reaction, but you don’t have one to give him, trying to not squirm from the slimy feeling slithering up your spine.

“But that’s not why I like her. She’s cool, really good pilot. I don’t know, you don’t meet pilots as genuine and level-headed as her. She’s just.. she’s really... I don’t know, she’s cool.”

There’s a prickling sensation, something you want to recognize as jealousy.

You pick up your drink, knocking the rest down your throat. You swallow and set the glass down with a little bit more force than necessary. The noise the movement makes echoes in the silence of the group. “If she’s so cool, you should go date her instead.”

You pull yourself from your boyfriend’s arm, slipping off the bar stool and moving away from the pool table.

“Oh Rebel, c’mon, I didn’t mean it like that.” He calls after you but you ignore him in favor leaving the bar. Crossing your arms, you take a deep breath as you walk towards your car.

Only a month or so in, and despite the years you’d known him, you wouldn’t call your relationship with Bradley anything short of new.

At times, it felt like no place had ever felt more right than being next to him. At times, it seemed like everything had happened to lead you to be right here, right now.

Other times though, it felt like one misstep would take you hurling back to the years of animosity. One misspoken word, one argument, would fracture the happy family and fragile peace, leaving your hands littered with glass as you did what you did best.

Hurt them first, right?

As gross as the two of you were (Fanboy’s words), always so blatantly in love with each other, you were still unsure about if you belonged here. Belonged here, belonged with them, belonged with him.

It had little to do with Moonshine as a person. You did have to admit, that when her head wasn’t up Ghost and Shadow’s ass, when she wasn’t constantly seeking the approval from others, she was cool. She was funny, was genuine. If she could get away from her “follow the leader” mentality, the two of you probably could’ve been great friends.

But... You hadn’t been around for Top Gun with this crew. Most of them had known each other since then, and hell a few of them went all the way back to flight school. You were just as new as Bob and it still sometimes felt like you were fighting to earn your place here.

You still weren’t sure you were cut out for this team, for what the Navy expected from you all. You still weren’t sure that one day you’d be turning around and heading straight back to the Green Vipers. The only two ties you had to this group were your best friend and your boyfriend and if they changed their minds about you... well, you weren’t a fool to think these people would still be friends with you.

It had little to do with Moonshine as a person. It was what she represented. If she was so great... well, maybe she belonged in your place instead.

You certainly didn’t disagree.

You sit at the bar, head propped up on your hand as you watch Rooster clap Bob on the back. He’s startled by the movement, dropping a few peanuts, but smiles the toothy grin at him nonetheless.

You’d retreated to the bar twenty minutes ago under the pretense of getting more beers and it doesn’t seem like anyone had noticed your disappearance from the group. Hell, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed if you hadn’t shown up tonight.

Why had you shown up tonight?

Penny’s making polite conversation with you as you sit there, and you thank your lucky stars she doesn’t comment on the fact that you are clearly uninvested in the discussion. Looking back to the group, you make eye contact with Rooster and you immediately look away.

“Someone’s coming to talk.” She whispers and someone is as the bodies of Rooster and Hangman appear on either side of you. Your boyfriend sighs, settling down in the seat next to you, arm moving to settle on your back. You ignore him, continuing to sip on your drink.

“You’re mad at me.” He says as Hangman orders different drinks from Penny.

You swallow as Penny eyes the two of you, handing the beers over to Hangman. “I’m not mad.” You finally settle on.

“Course she’s mad Rooster, it’s not cool to bring up a girl you used to bang in front of your current girlfriend.”

“You instigated that Bagman, so shut up.” You say, taking another sip of your drink.

Hangman raises his hands in surrendering, retreating the the pool table. Rooster nudges you, nodding his head back to the group. “C’mon, come play.”

You shake your head, swallowing the last of your drink. “’M good.”

“Honey, I’m sorry I brought her up. Know it must not feel good to hear about that.”

“Quite frankly, I don’t care that you hooked up with her.”

He nods slowly. “Okay... then why are you mad?”

“I told you, I’m not mad.”

He sighs, leaning his head up against your shoulder. “Honey, please just talk to me so we can fix this.”

“I’m not mad; do you want me to create feelings that aren’t there?” You ask, feeling yourself starting to get defensive.

“You’re jealous.”

And he’s not wrong, not entirely, because you had been for a moment, but only before the insecurity had set in.

You shake your head. “Not jealous.”

“Well, you’re something because you’re been sitting over here for half an hour talking to Penny and you’ve barely talked to me all day.”

“How do you know I’m not having an engaging, intellectually stimulating conversation with Penny?” He gives you a look that has your defenses rising up even faster. “Would you just drop it?”

“Are we gonna be good if I do?”

You stand up from your seat, turning towards the pool table. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

He groans. “That does not sound like we’re fine.” He calls, catching the attention of Fanboy. You slip in between him and Payback. “Rebel-”

“I said, I’m not mad and we’re fine. We’re dropping it.” He watches you for a moment, assessing if that’s really what he wants to do, but must decide from continuing the conversation, deflating down into a stray bar stool. You turn, grabbing your keys and jacket that had originally been thrown over the railing near the pool table as the team watches you. “I’m going home.” You say to no one in particular. No one protests or follows you as you make your way out of the bar, and it takes everything you to not let that sting as you walk to your car.

Shutting the locker door, you shoulder your bag and slip your phone into you back pocket.

“Hey, you coming to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You turn to see Halo sitting on the bench, looking back to you. Phoenix turns at the comment, wet hair from her shower falling over her shoulder. Tentatively, you grip the straps of your bag and shake your head. “Nah, I’ve got a friend in town. Going out to dinner to catch up with her.” Phoenix raises an eyebrow but says nothing. “What?” You ask, turning towards her.

Most days, you weren’t sure if you and Phoenix would ever be friends. Maybe the two of you could be amicable, friendly even, a few years down the road. Still, she’d grown on you and you had hoped you had grown on her but... it was tough.

You knew she kept you at arms length, that much was obvious. Knew she was still Rooster’s best friend, didn’t trust you to take care of him, to not break his heart. She didn’t trust you and damn if that didn’t sting.

Phoenix shakes her head. “Nothing, you just... don’t seem to be doing a lot of spending time with us lately.”

You sigh, shifting your bag. “That’s not true, you guys were at my house on Saturday.”

“Okay, let me rephrase: you don’t seem to be wanting to spending a lot of time with us lately.”

“That’s especially not true, considering game night was my idea.”

She eyes you for a moment and then glances back to Halo before dropping down to the bench. “Does this have anything to do with the Moonshine thing-” You huff, readjusting your grip again as you move your eyes to the ceiling “-from last week, because truly Bradshaw didn’t mean it-”

“-like that. Yeah, I got it Phoenix, thanks. Look, I really gotta go-” She sighs, cutting you off. “What?”

Once more, she shakes her head, rubbing her fingers over her temples. “Nothing. Have fun with your friend.”

You nod slowly, feeling your throat dry. “K, well, I’ll- see you all tomorrow then.” You wave, bidding them goodbye, as your back turns and head for the door. You blink back the tears threatening to fight their way over as you walk towards the parking lot.

That couldn’t even be considered a fight, barely a disagreement between teammates. Still, you wanted her to like you so bad-

There was a sickening feeling of deja vu crashing over you.

You never learned.

The laughter ringing out made your soul feel lighter than it had in weeks as you sit across from your friend in some Mexican restaurant Google had recommended. She smiled at you as you looked down to your phone, seeing a text from Bradley, telling you that he missed you and wished you were there.

“Lover boy?” You nodded as you lock the device and slip it back into the bag, returning your attention to your friend.

“I wish you were staying longer than a night.”

She sighs. “Wish I could too, but I’m out on deployment for six months at 8 am sharp tomorrow.”

A silence falls over the table as you fiddle with your fork, avoiding her eye. “Can I ask you a question?”

She hums an affirmative.

“You went to Top Gun with them all, right?” She nods.

“A few of them, yeah. Why?” You sigh, leaning back in your chair as she reaches across the table for another chip. “Uh-oh, is this the part of the night where you’re honest with me and tell me there’s trouble in paradise?”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “What did you think of Phoenix?”

“Of Phoenix?” She asks, pausing as she raises an eyebrow. You nod. “I liked her. Very intelligent, very clever. Good pilot. Earned everything she’s gotten. Why?”

You shrug. “I just don’t think she likes me very much.”

“I doubt that. She sticks to the other female pilots. There aren’t many of us. And even if she doesn’t, what does that matter?”

“She’s Bradley’s best friend and I don’t- I don’t know.” You mumble, cheeks going red.

“What’s really going on? C’mon, out with it.”

You sigh. “Um, last week Moonshine-” Petals makes a noise in her throat, rolling her eyes. “-got brought up and I found out she and Rooster hooked up a few times at Top Gun.”

“Thought he had standards.”

You shoot her a look. “And I just- I’ve sort felt like I’ve been on the wrong foot, with this whole team since I got here, and I just- I don’t think I belong here P. Maybe she belongs here instead.”

“Belong with this team or with him?”

You groan, reaching up to rub your eyes. “Both, maybe? I don’t know.”

She eyes you as you fall silent. The silence grows as she waits for you to continue but no words find their way to the surface. The waitress comes over, asking if you want dessert. She looks to you as you down the last of your margarita.

“I don’t know about you, but I kind of want one of everything.”

You laugh as the alcohol warms you. “One of both? Sure, why not.”

You didn’t acknowledge the little voice in your head screaming at you that you didn’t need one of both, let one of any dessert, because you didn’t do that anymore-

Petals closes the menu, smiling at the waitress. “Can we also have another round of margaritas? Thank you so much.” The waitress walks off and Petals turns to you. “Why do you feel out of place?”

“I just- I don't feel like I’m good enough to be here. And I don’t know, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with him, to fuck things up like I always do-”

“First of all, no you don’t. He is equally, if not more, responsible for your falling out. Second of all, and I’m sorry to be so frank with you, but the idea that you are not good enough to be with this team, or don’t belong with this team, is bullshit.” She puts her elbows up on the table, clasping her hands together. “If the Navy wanted Moonshine on this team, wanted Moonshine called back for that mission, they would’ve called back Moonshine and Coyote. But they didn’t. They called you back because the Navy wanted you. Bradshaw doesn’t want Moonshine, he wants you.”

You look at her, struggling to allow her words to ring true.

You deserved to be here.

You were good enough.

He wanted you.

“I just-”

“Rebel, he loves you. Loves you more than I’ve seen another person love someone. Even back then, I knew. I know now. He loves you so honestly, so openly. He’d bleed open if it meant you’d accept his heart. Why can’t you trust him with yours?”

You make a noncommittal shrug, avoiding her eyes. “I don’t know... things are good right now, I’ll admit it. But they’re delicate. If I fuck it up, I lose everything.”

She raises an eyebrow. “This isn’t just about Bradshaw is it?” You shake your head and she sighs. “Okay, here’s what I know. I’ve had my issues with Bradshaw. We’ve talked about it.” You nod. “Hangman’s an ass and I can’t stand him.”

“Yeah, fair. valid. I don’t like him either.”

“And for however much I like Phoenix, I know she’s still loyal to Bradshaw.”

You nod, bottom lip catching in your teeth. “Yeah.”

“But I know Coyote to be good people, but I also know you know that too.”

You duck your head. “Of course I know it P. They’re all good people, I think Hangman might even have a heart in there somewhere.”

“But?” She prompts.

“But I know that I have a reputation. And you know, how do I... how do I ask them to keep taking hits because of it? How long can they put up with me before they get tired of it? I mean, you know it, it’s got to be exhausting defending me all the time, to have to have my back, to carry the brunt of my shit.”

“What reputation do you think I’ve got exactly?” She asks sharply, eyes narrowing.

“For being a rule-breaker. For-”

She waves a hand, cutting you off before you can even finish. “You earned your callsign. And if anything, you’ve earned a reputation because you’re a good pilot. For being a good friend, for always having your wingman’s back. I know you think you’re asking a lot of these people but you’re not. You’re not asking a lot of them to be there, to be your friend. What you fail to see is that they want to be your friend. Bradshaw doesn’t want to be with anyone but you. And I consider myself damn lucky to call you my close friend.”

She settles back in her chair, eyeing you as the dessert arrives at the table. There’s silence as she continues to stare at you, even as you reach for one of the plates, ignoring her.

Finally, she sighs. “You heard from your Mom lately?”

You pause, eyes snapping up to hers at the sudden change in topic. “No and I don’t care to. Why the fuck are you bringing her up?”

She shrugs, leaning over the table to take the plate you’re holding from you. “Don’t let her dictate your life. You’re not on your own anymore.”

The white of your dress was stained, blood seeping through the material, turning the creamy color to one that made your stomach turn. You wiped your hands against it, leaving streaks of blood behind, but never able to fully get them to become clean.

You swallow, getting frustrated as you try so hard to rid yourself of the stain, of your mistakes.

You had sworn your wouldn’t do this again.

“I knew you’d break his heart in the end.”

It’s Phoenix’s voice.

Your head shoots up, searching for her, begging for her to forgive you for hurting him first.

You didn’t mean to-

The only one who’s there in this room of white though, is a figure you never thought you’d see again.

“Mom?”

She smiles softly at you. “It happened, didn’t it, honey?”

“I tried, I promise, but now-” You look down again to your hands, realizing how red they are. Red with his blood. It had been his heart you’d broken. “I’m sorry, so sorry-”

“Oh, honey, don’t you know?” You shake your head, eyes searching hers. “They never cared in the first place. All the bridges burned.”

You swallow, fighting to stand to your feet. “No, they like me, they’re my friends-”

She lets out a laugh that sends cold straight through you, echoing and ringing out for miles through the space.

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Hey Moshang nation!

It's that time again! The time where I can't sleep because these boys just filled me with feelings and I need to shout them out!

SO!

MBJ managed to banish his uncle after SQH stopped LGJ from killing his king. They are both battered, weak And tired. But SQH still has strength to give MBJ a piece of his mind and worst if all, leave.

"You dare?!" The king roars, helpless in anger and fear.

"Oh I dare!" SQH replies, his face twisted into an ugly mixture of relief, borderline sadistic delight and heartbreak. "you will never see me again, my king" He sniffs. "Not in a million years" but even as he says it, he can already feel his heart crumble. It's painful. He truly loves this spoiled brat. He wished he'd known that he could've changed the story. Maybe they could've had a happier one.

"SHANG QINGHUA !"

"Good bye, my king..." He says with a smile. He leaves only to collapse outside of ritual's site. He struggles with the urge to go back, to apologize, to grovel and plead for mercy.

But it's too late. There's nothing left for him. The story is over.

Luo Bīnghé has his shizun. Cucumber bro has his story the way he always wanted it. The humans and demons found peace. His king has come to his power and rid himself of his greatest foe. Happy endings for all! Well, almost all. All who deserve it.

It's time.

It's time for him to go back. To go home where he belongs. Back to what he deserves.

SQH open the System's window and presses the 'Return' option.

*************

Airplane wakes up to the smell of burning hair, days old sugar and filth. He's home. No one comes to greet him but the sounds of his neighbors squabbling to his right. He's home. There is no one here but him. He's home. Was it all a dream? He's home. No one sees him cry.

Eventually he does stop crying. He's home. He hates it. But after all the years he's lived so far, he can't help but do something about it.

He's just an old, lonely man in a 20-something's body. He can't live like this. He needs to make this life mean something.

Third time's the charm, right?

He gets his shit a little together.

He cleans, for one. Deep cleans both the apartment and himself, needing it to cleanse himself from that dream. But-- It's funny. Seeing his old face after almost.... Decades? Centuries? Have passed.

He's not that different, funnily enough. More marred, less polished. But the same unassuming face, perfect for blending in a crowd and making no impression on people. He misses his old new face.

After getting the basics out of the way, he starts thinking bigger.

What should he be now?

He's been a failure of a son, a hack writer, a pitiful cultivator, a traitorous peak lord, a mediocre spy. He wishes he could've been more. Better. He tries not to but thinks of MBJ.

His phone rings.

Apparently, his new role turned out to be an actual, legit published author.

He has an agent now that makes sure he gets the best deal from PIDW, merchandise and all that. It's weird to have someone actually doing stuff for him, going to bat for him, fighting to get him the best.

He has a lot more money than before. Too much. He doesn't know what to do with it all. He thinks about his disciples and buying them trinkets for their birthdays. He thinks of MQF and WQW and what all this money could provide for them. He thinks of MBJ and thinks silly things.

He thinks of being a sugar daddy. He thinks about taking his king on a date. He thinks of how the Demon King would react to the modern world and all the things Airplane could buy him now. He thinks so much he doesn't sleep. And when he does sleep, he dreams.

He dreams about his king and being equals to him. Of standing with himon the castle parapets, side by side, looking out onto the beautiful north.

"Shang Qinghua" his king would call.

"I'm here" he'd say, placing a hand over MBJ'S.

But MBJ would never hold it back.

Even his dreams knew better than to tell him such an egregious lie.

Still...

It was nice just stand by his side and pretend.

"I'm here, my king"

*************

His book is going to have a hardcover. Who would've thought? Peerless Cucumber would've had a conniption if he knew. Airplane wishes he could see his face, his actual face, when he told him. It'd be hilarious!

....

Peerless Cucumber wasn't much of a friend but...

Was it strange that he missed him so?

The man hated him and his story but he was the closest thing to a friend Airplane had ever had. He was so mean and demanding. And he could've been just a dream.

But he also had a strange way of caring about SQH. Of sharing jokes. Of being Like a safe harbor.

Airplane knew that there was no way Cucumber bro missed him. He was too busy with his happy ending, for sure. Even if it hadn't been a dream, who in their right mind would spare a thought for SQH?

Still... He wished he could talk to the man, at least one more time.

Cucumber bro had a family. A family that like, cared for him and such. Maybe there was a last wish he could fulfill for him. Or tell them something for him. SQQ might've never seen him as a friend but Airplane Did. And that had to count for something right?

He doesn't sleep. And when he does, he dreams about things he misses.

He dreams of An Ding in the lull of the afternoon. The hot summer breeze coming from the windows agitating the many papers on his desk. His king, a cool presence on his right. SQQ lazily fanning himself before Him. Bīnghé watchfully observing them from SQQ side Sweets and perfectly brewed tea that his talented son had made on the table between them.

This never happened. SQQ would never share the treats LBH made with him. LBH wouldn't share his shizun with anyone. MBJ wouldn't have tolerated the heat.

But this was so nice, so different and... Well, it was almost like they were... Friends? No. A family?

Not in the traditional sense, of course. But in that way when people choose others to be their family. Like-- like he could rely on them. Like they cared about him.

It was... Nice. It was a nice dream.

"Thank you for this" he told LBH, lifting his cup in thanks. "Never have I tasted such a splendid blend"

Red eyes pinned him down in a flash. Aiya, such an intense stare on one's father! No need to kill the mood!

"I'm not doing this for free, Shishu"

Such a cold voice too! He wished that his dreams would allow his son to be kinder to him... Tho, he really didn't deserve it, did he?

"No, you do not"

Ah, well--

Wait.

"What???"

"Where the hell are you, Shishu?"

"What... What the fuck?!"

SQQ, who up till now has been in his poised immortal stance, sprang to life. He shut his fan with a snap and almost lunged at SQH. "AIRPLANE!"

"BRO??"

"Where are you? What have you done?!"

Done? He hadn't done Anything!

"Oh yes the fuck you did!"

Shit, he had to stop thinking out loud!

"You're--" Cucumber bro really seemed like he was going to strangle him. "We're inside your head, idiot. In your dream!"

Oh.

He was going insane, then.

Cool.

SQQ buried his face in his hands and garbled a scream.

"Shishu" LBH called out, darkly. He looked so upset. Probably because SQQ was in distress. "Where are you?"

"I'm ha ha Home? I think?"

"Where in An Ding are you?" LBH demanded.

"I'm-- I'm not on An Ding"

"What?!"

"Airplane, for the last goddamn time, where the hell are you?"

Airplane shifted his gaze from LBH to SQQ, back and forth before he settled on his fellow transmigrator and said: "Home, bro. I'm home."

Ok, it was kinda funny to see Cucumber bro's jaw drop.

"How--when-- I-- Air-"

"The story was over, bro. Everybody got what they wanted. I had to go."

"Did the system force you to go?!" Wow. It almost sounded like SQQ was concerned about him.

"This is such a weird dream, I swear to god"

"Airplane. Focus!"

"Aw, ok. Well... No? Like, The story was over and all that jazz and it gave me the option of returning? So I did?"

"Why... Why would you do that?!"

"Because, man!" He gestured to everything around them. "None of this is mine. You know? This world, the story, it changed. It didn't.. need me. Nobody needed me anymore and... I was tired, bro. I was hurt and I was tired so... I left." He shrugged, even if it still stung a bit.

"Airplane--"

"Shang-shishu, you must come back"

Airplane frowned. "Why? I've trained a lot of disciples before you came around If you need an accountant or a spy, you can have your pick, son"

This time, LBH was the one that frowned, looking a little perplexed.

"Airplane, listen to me-- No, *shut up*, just listen. This is a dream but it's also real, ok? We're in your dreamscape. You were SQH!! You helped me when I first came to CQ. You helped MBJ and LBH and you-- you did a lot of stuff. Stuff I didn't even know about until you were gone. All of it was real."

"But--"

"I said shut up. Airplane, the world is falling apart. Bīnghé is it's energy source but But you-- fuck, I don't know, where it's RAM? Processing unit? Memory? Things are disappearing, people are going from normal to their PIDW setting, MBJ has gone insane--"

"My king?"

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna focus on?!"

"Look whose talki--"

"Fine! He's tearing the realms apart looking for you and the things he's tearing aren't healing. There's this great big... Nothing! Just growing every day! Airplane, you have to come back!"

"Bro, I--"

"Airplane!"

"Bro, I can't! I don't know how!"

"Airplane!"

"I don't know!"

"Airplane--"

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know, man! Fuck! JUST---"

"Air--"

"Leave me alone!" He screams.

And wakes up on the floor.

The neighbors upstairs are pounding down at him to shut up. It's barely dawn. It's cold and grey and dead and Airplane can't catch his breath.

He needed to go back...?

His king... Was looking for him...?

The world wasn't right without him?

What a fucked up dream...

He really should go out more. He should make some real friends. Two lifetimes under his belt and he has still not had a real, honest to God friend.

Maybe if he at least had one true, good friend, he wouldn't... He wouldn't consider this-- this mad dream.

....

There was no way LBH could reach him here. Not Bingmei, at least. He couldn't. He's not that powerful.

And if he was that powerful, surely he wouldn't have wasted his power trying to contact him of all people. His role in that works had only been to survive.

If anyone was invaluable to that plot, it was Cucumber bro.

He was the one that remembered every monster and every power up. Every bride and every foe. Everyone fell in love with Cucumber bro... So surely, the System would've just replaced SQH for SQQ as it's back up, right?

Of course, right.

It was all just a stupid dream.

It was best to let it go and just not think about it.

***********

But the thought lingered with him, as the grey of dawn was smeared with purples and pinks and reds and blues. He carried it through his morning routine and as he sat down to work on editing PIDW. It paralyzed his fingers, as he stared blankly at the screen.

Only one person had ever needed him.

Not all the time, he would never be that indispensable. But for a couple of times, for brief moments in time... Mobei Jun had needed him. And he had not failed him.

He stared at the name on his screen.

Shang Qinghua.

This was so stupid. The dumbest thing he ever allowed himself to linger on. Angrily, he erased that stupid name from the paragraph and made up another. It felt good. It felt right and oh so very wrong.

He copied the name and used it to replace that cursed thing.

There was no more Shang Qinghua. This dumb story didn't need a Shang Qinghua. Nobody had ever cared about him. *No one would ever miss him.*

Slamming the final replacement keys, Airplane pulled back and decided to make use of all that money.

******

He didn't sleep. And when he did, it was with the careful aid of prescribed medication that his fancy new shrink gave him. He didn't dream about his king anymore, which made him sad. He didn't dream about Cucumber and Binghe, either which was a plus.

So what if he woke up tired or sore, like he had been running away the whole night? So what if he felt too cold or too hot at night but couldn't wake up to do anything about it? So what if there was always something that he couldn't shake off, a touch that branded him every night?

The editing of PIDW was doing great and soon the first hard copies would hit the book shelves. There was a lot of buzz online when people heard there would changes, new material that wasn't in the self published version. Pre copies had surpassed their initial goals.

Airplane Shooting towards the sky was about to become a very wealthy man.

His agent and his publisher took him out to celebrate. It was weird. It was new. Nobody had ever toasted to hai health before. The added respectful titles to his name and patted his back. It was weird. It was... Kinda nice?

He drank too much and lost track of himself.

He didn't take his pills.

He didn't remember leaving the restaurant or how he got home. He remembered hitting the bed and it was cold and he thought of his king and how he wished MBJ could see him now.

Would his king be proud? Would he finally actually smile? Airplane had done it!

He had made PIDW legit

He had made PIDW better.

He had made sure that Shang Qinghua never ever would hurt his king again.

And with that in his heart, he fell asleep.

He didn't dream of An Ding this time. It took him a while to actually identify where he was. Everything was so... White.

But then just like a camera lense coming into focus, he saw him. Mobei Jun. His king. He was waiting for him.

Shang Qinghua rushed to his side, still so happy but not being able to recall why.

Ah well!Any chance to see his king was a happy one, he decided as he bowed to the demon king.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait,my king!" He couldn't erase the smile from his face. "I'm here now"

MBJ stared at him in that unreadable way of his, in silence and furrowed concentration.

"My king?"

"Who are you?" The ice demon asked.

SQH paused, his smile slipping from his lips. "Wha-- My king? It's me. Your servant. Shang Qinghua.

The demon's eyes narrowed. "No."

"... No?" What did he mean no?! Had MBJ forgot about him? Was he being fired?

"You can't be him."

"My king?? It is me. Why would you say that?"

MBJ points to the side and in that white haze a mirror sprung. Airplane stares at himself in all his disgusting, disappointing glory.

Ah.

Yeah...

... That.

It was hard to see anything under such an ugly facade, huh?

"Who are you?" The ice demon asked again and Airplane wondered if this was how Alice felt, when that question was hers to answer.

"Not sure." He replied. "I was so certain, a while back.I was the unwanted, for a while. Then I was the author. But that kinda morphed into being the peak lord and the spy. Sometimes... I almost felt like I was something else. Something new." he shrugged. "Sometimes I was Shang Qinghua. Now, I think I'm no one."

The demon king stared at him, unreadable and unreachable.

"God, I wish I could've been more for you. You were always my favorite. Even when you were mean and spoiled. Even when I didn't like you that much. You were always my favorite. You're still my favorite"

The ice demon didn't move but still Airplane felt him closer.

"I wish I knew I could be something more..." but the words are choked and wrong. He laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll write us a new story, eh my king? Would you like that?"

"It would be just you and me. The world would be dangerous but maybe... A little less cruel? You'd take care of me and I'd take care of you? We'd overcome challenges together. We'd suffer lows together. We'd trust no one more than one another. We'd-- I'd find a way to make you happy. And you..."

His king arched a brow as his gaze intensified.

"You would be on your best behavior and... And--- you'd love me" why did it sound like he was crying? Fuck he didn't want to cry! Stop crying! "You'd love me and love me well. You wouldn't-- And I wouldn't-- "

"Shang Qinghua."

"It would be such a lovely story, my king. It truly would be. If only I could find a way for someone like you to fall in love with someone like me."

"Shang Qinghua..."

"I--"

A cold finger pressed against his lips.

"Shang Qinghua..." His king is so close. He missed him being this close. His mere presence invokes fear but also safety. "Come back."

Airplane shook his head again. "I can't."

Large, cool hands come up to cradle his face. "Come back."

"I can't...!"

Mobei Jun pressed his forehead to his. "... Come back to me."

What...?

"Come back to me..." His king purrs, keeping him close. "Come back to me... Please..."

He's going insane.

This time there's no doubt.

"Then we are both mad" His king say, his thumbs running the trail of Airplane's tears. "Come back to me..."

"You can't..."

"What can't this king do?"

"You can't want me back." This was another fucked up dream, wasn't it? "You said--"

"I was wrong."

"You would never say that. Not to me."

"And who are you to say that?"

"Nobody in the world knows you better than I do, my king!" He had not only made MBJ but also had to live with him! There was no way-

"Why is that?"

"Because I am Shang Qinghua!" He almost yelled, trying and failing to pull back from the demon's hold.

"And where is Qinghua's Place?"

*With you, my king*

But a sound screams at his ear before he can say it. Airplane wakes up with a start and groans noisely. Fucked up dream! Fucked! Up! Dream!

And yet he turned, chasing its shards.

Come back to me...

"My king..."

He gets up and changes the name back.

Shang Qinghua's place was always with Mobei Jun.

#Moshang #svsss #saving shit from my twitter #angst

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nriacc · 2 years

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Star Treatment | NRIACC: Part 27 |

Nothing Revealed In A Common Crisis

Plot by @imagine-that-100 and @ghostlightqueen

Written by @imagine-that-100 (thank you @alovesreading for the help and moral support whilst I wrote this)

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Word Count: 29.3k

Warnings: This series contains mature content and themes throughout

A/N: oh my god, it’s FINALLY here! So sorry for the wait but I promise you it’ll be worth it. I would like to repeat, you’ve not been robbed. This is full to the brim of smut, like over 12k of it so I hope you enjoy. So much has happened since the last time I posted. I’ve seen Harry Styles 3 times (he looked at me twice), The 1975 have released a new single (which I fucking adore), and we have a new album name and release date. Really hope you all enjoy this chapter, get your holy water ready. Love you all lots, thanks for sticking with me and reading. Steam Part of the Band by The 1975 x

The speed at which you just got out of bed and dressed should be applauded after what you went through last night. Your muscles are screaming for rest, but you ignore them as you start quietly gathering as many of your belongings that you can find as Alex still lies in his bed asleep.

Your skirt is ripped which left you getting into a pair of Alex’s joggers and you threw on a hoodie of his as well, considering the clasps on your top had practically been torn off. You’re surprised your bra survived if you’re honest. Your underwear certainly didn’t, which is why you stole a pair of Alex’s boxers too.

You know your bag and your phone are downstairs by the door where you threw them as soon as you were pushed in through his front door last night. So you take one final look around his room to double check you haven't missed anything, but when you do, your eyes linger on your best friend.

In your heart you know that you’d feel bad leaving without at least saying something to your best friend, but you truly don’t know how you’re meant to look him in the eye after everything that had happened in the last 9 hours.

So, to avoid the guilty feeling you're bound to get once you leave his room, you decide to say something without waking him.

Leaning down, you kiss Alex gently on his forehead before whispering, “Bye Al.”

That was something you thought you’d push yourself back up from and walk out without any bother. However, you certainly didn’t think it would end up with you being pinned underneath him.

Having been caught out, all you can do is smile and offer your best friend a chipper, “Morning.”

Alex is not having any of it though. He point blank asks you, “Where are you going?”

“To Y/B/F’s.” You tell him quietly what your plan was as you glance at his hair that’s falling over his face.

He still looks just as good as last night. It’s quite unfair really when you probably look like a drowned rat.

“Without saying goodbye?” Alex raises his eyebrows at you knowing full well that you were trying to sneak out.

You point out, “I just whispered a goodbye.”

“Before you kissed me,” Alex smiles a little, “I know.”

But then he narrows his eyes at you playfully but you know from his words he probably feels a bit hurt, “I can't believe you’d just leave like that.”

You shrug, giving the only excuse you can, “I didn’t fancy awkward chat.”

Because you didn’t know what it was going to be like when you woke up today. You don’t really want to be teased for what happened all day, you’d rather be on your own and live in the happy memory of it.

“Who was making it awkward?” Alex questions from above you, entirely confused. He points out, “It wasn’t even awkward the first time when it should have been awkward.”

And then a grin makes its way onto your best friend's face as he reminds you, “If anything, I remember correctly you having me all to yourself in a more PG sense.”

You know he’s talking about the next day at Matt’s party where you did nothing but kiss him for hours. The memory makes you smile. Much simpler times.

“Feelings weren’t involved back then.” You tell Alex after he leans down and pecks your lips.

And between kissing down your jaw and your neck, Alex argues, “They were. We just didn’t know it yet... We were just after fun and the second day was pretty fun.”

“Are you saying the first day wasn’t fun?” You raise your eyebrows as you route your hand through his hair.

“What? No, I-“ Alex stumbles on his words as you pull on his hair so he will stop kissing you.

“If you wanna get off with someone all day, Alex, you do that. I’ve got a meeting I need to do.” You say as you push his shoulder so you can sit up.

Once your top half is raised from the bed though Alex immediately pushes you back down by your shoulder and you fall back down to his mattress.

“No you don’t,” Alex narrows his eyes and shakes his head, leaning down over you again, “I asked you about work in McDonalds last night.”

Oh fuck. Busted.

“Why are you lying to me?” Alex asks, but then a smirk comes to his lips when he asks, ”Are you asking to go again?”

“Definitely not.” You whisper, shaking your head slightly.

“You don’t sound too sure.” He grins and pecks your lips again before he starts directing them towards your neck again.

“I said one night, Alex.” You laugh, but continue to shake your head, “And it’s day time.”

Your best friend makes your cheeks heat up when he says, “Don’t think the daylight bothered you much when you were sat on my face earlier on.” as he carries on kissing your neck.

At this point, you press your thighs together. But what you didn’t know was that Alex is already kneeling in between them, so he feels exactly what you’re doing and of course this brings a smirk to his face.

He picks his head up to look at you as he teases, “You sure you don’t want to go again?”

“I’m sure.” You maintain your integrity.

That just makes Alex grin because your body is telling him a completely different story. He chuckles as he leans down to kiss your neck again and between kisses he whispers, “I don’t think your body is.”

“Al, please stop.” You say half heartedly.

“You’re the one pressing your thighs around my knee” Alex points out before picking his head up so he can see your gorgeous face again. But he teases you once more, “Last night not good enough?”

“Last night was...” You trail off looking up to the ceiling to try and find the right word.

But it just amuses Alex even more. His grin is beaming down at you and he playfully asks, “Have I left you speechless, Angel?” before he pecks your lips.

You smile at him when he pulls away and finish your previous sentence, “Memorable.”

Alex snorts in laughter, “The irony that you forget that word.”

“Not a lyrical genius like you who makes thousands from one song, Hun.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Can’t wait to write some new songs now.” Alex grins, presses his lips to yours again and pulls away to laugh, “They’re all gunna be dirty ones about you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You say seriously but with a slight laugh as he traps you in another kiss, “I’ll cut your hair off.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Alex grins, “Not with the way you were pulling on it last night.”

“Give me the clippers and I’ll do it.” You raise your eyebrows at him defiantly, trying and failing to ‘scare’ him which makes your best friend laugh.

Alex then quickly jerks you up for a second which he did so he could get his hands on your arse again. But when he squeezes your arse, so he can playfully tease you some more, you jump and let out a squeal.

The noise makes Alex laugh, and his laugh makes you start giggling. He’s that infectious. Truly, you didn’t think that you’d react to him doing that but your arse is clearly more tender than you first thought.

“Jesus Christ,” Alex laughs, and playfully squeezes as he says, “It’s like I’ve never touched you before.”

“No it’s sore Alex,” You tell him off, pushing his arms from under you so you’re lying back on the bed properly, “Don’t grab my arse like that, Jesus.”

Alex narrows his eyes a little, completely confused because you were fine with it last night. He asks, “What’s up with you?” But when you raise your eyebrows, your best friend realises why, “Oh.”

You nod, smiling a little at the realisation written on his face. You confirm to him, “It’s raw.”

Alex tries and fails not to smile at you telling him that. Your best friend just ends up smirking down at you, “I’d apologise, but I know you liked it.”

“May have…” You trail off, not exactly wanting to tell your best friend just how much you enjoyed him spanking your arse only a handful of hours ago.

~*~*~*~

To say you started enjoying yourself as you got into Alex’s building would be the stone cold truth. Quickly after saying a pleasant hello to the night porter and security that were on shift, Alex pulled you into the lift and hit the button for the top floor.

And from the amount of times he hit the button to close the lift doors, you’re surprised he didn’t break it. But once they were shut, your best friend pressed you up against the mirrored wall and got off with you.

By no means is it a hardship to kiss Alex all the way up to his floor. But what was hard was resisting the urge to do anything more in the lift with the way Alex was making you feel.

When his hand went around your throat to make you even more breathless as you kissed, you truly believe he could have made you do anything for him there and then. You’re so unbelievably thankful that you were near his floor so you could get the night started properly.

And once his door was unlocked, you were pushed into his apartment. You dump your bag by the table near his door where he throws his keys once he’s finished locking back up and when you’re quite literally pulled into another kiss with both his hands on your face trapping you into it, you give in immediately.

Alex’s hands drop to your waist where he can’t really seem to get enough of you. His grabbing at you as you kiss results in your skirt moving even higher up your waist than it already is, which you’re not mad about at all because it results in his hands on your arse.

Eventually the both of you blindly make it to Alex’s settee where you push your best friend down and you quickly straddle his waist, wanting his lips back on yours immediately. His hands go under your skirt to find your arse again quickly, pulling you into him the closest you can possibly be whilst you work each other up even more.

After a while, both of you are breathless and your skirt has been pulled up even more than it already was. You’re sure that Alex can probably see your underwear from just his view as you’re on his lap.

At this point, you’re already horrendously worked up from him edging you at the bar, and now from this. You really want to get things moving.

You cup his crotch as you kiss him wanting to feel how worked up you’ve got your best friend and hopefully make him hornier. You really just want to fuck him and you want to get the both of you off sooner rather than later.

But Alex pulls your wrist away and breaks the kiss. He raises his eyebrows at you, “Did I say you could touch me?”

Fucking hell, you’ve never seen him with such a stern look in his eyes. Immediately, you feel submissive towards him so you reply with a soft, “No.” but there’s clearly hope in your eyes as you look at him that he’ll let you.

But Alex lets your wrist go and it falls to your thigh as he tells you, “So don’t do it then.”

You’re about to ask him why but your words are taken from you. Alex pulls you back into another hot, needy kiss that has you moaning into his mouth and you now grip his shirt to keep him in it.

Alex’s hands go under your skirt again to hold your hips as you grind yourself down on him again. The delightful friction causes the both of you to moan and as Alex’s hands slide up your waist your skirt gets higher than he already moved it when you were first pulled down onto the settee.

Your best friend just knows that you like his hands on your skin because whilst he’s gripping your hip with one hand, his other runs up and down your thigh. It’s encouraging to say the least and he drives you even more insane when he kisses up your jaw and starts sucking and nipping just underneath your ear.

When he pulls your hips towards him so you grind on him again, you breathlessly ask, “Can you touch me?”

You can feel his grin on your neck, “Think there’s a special word missing in that question, Angel?”

You shake your head. You’re not begging him so there’s no way you’re going to be saying please to him at any point tonight. He wants this just as much as you, you’re not begging him.

“Touch me Alex.” You demand, and you’re really thankful he gives in to you.

His hand runs up your thigh again and you lift yourself off him a little so he has the room he needs to move your underwear. He pulls it to the side like he did earlier and you moan when his fingers find your clit immediately.

You know his moan is again because of how wet he’s got you already. It really would be embarrassing if you hadn’t been waiting a decade to shag him again but because of that you’re entirely shameless and you whine in pleasure as you start kissing his neck.

Alex teases you for a while, drawing your arousal up to your clit making you needier by the second. You’re kissing under your best friend’s ear when his fingers sink into you which makes you gasp.

But you moan right into his ear when he curls them as he tells you, “Fuck yourself on my fingers Angel. I know you like them.”

And you shamelessly do as you’re told. His filthy demands ring in your ears and it turns you on more as you lift yourself up and sink back down onto his fingers.

Closing your eyes and concentrating on the feeling of his fingers inside you is the only way you can do this. If you see the smirk on Alex’s face, you know you’ll turn bratty and you just want your high at this point. And you strive for it as he draws moans out of you as you bask in the feeling of his fingers and the way his thumb brushes your clit when you sink back down onto him.

Alex is watching you ride his fingers like he’s never seen something so arousing in his life. And he can see as his fingers disappear from view because your skirt has been hiked up so much, you’re shamelessly on show to him. And Alex knows he’ll be committing this scene to his memory to play back in his mind for the longest time.

You’ve turned him on so much this evening that Alex doesn’t really have control of the things he tells you anymore, nor any self restraint left when it comes to wanting to pleasure you. Which is why his free hand wraps around your throat to make you open your eyes and look at him.

Alex feels you moan under his palm, clearly enjoying the way his free hand tightens around your neck. As you continue your movements, Alex’s dark eyes look into your lustful ones as he asks, “You just wanted me to finger you in the car earlier, didn’t you? Looking at my fingers practically begging me to touch you.”

His words make you whimper, and you have to close your eyes again as you continue to ride his fingers. Your head falls back when he curls them again when he’s fully inside you which has you gasping, “Oh fuck.” as you clutch your best friend's biceps even tighter.

“Fucking filthy Angel,” Alex praises you with a smirk before pulling you towards him so he can kiss you after he says, “And you’re all mine.” almost like he can’t believe his luck.

Taking up each of your senses, you lose yourself in your best friend. Your lips taken by him, his moans filling your ears, the way he’s pleasuring you is making you lose your goddamn mind. But you find yourself craving more, so trying not to sound desperate, you part from the kiss saying, “Need more Al.” in hopes that the both of you can take this further.

“Ask for it then.” Alex tells you, leading you into a false sense of security that if you ask for him, you’ll get him.

Breathlessly, you pant, “I want your dick.”

You need to feel more. You want to fuck him again. You need to fuck him again. And you need it now.

“Not yet Angel,” Alex shakes his head, moving his hand from around your throat back down to your arse to keep your rhythm steady, “Come on, I know you can make yourself cum by fucking yourself on my fingers. Show me what a filthy girl you are.”

His words make your stomach flip in the best way. Your actions just become more purposeful after that and Alex’s other hand gripping the softest part of your arse in an effort to help you, adds to it completely.

It feels like an age as you do this. Your moans seem to never end and you can tell just from Alex’s breathing that you’re turning him on just as much as he’s turning you on.

“Feel good, Angel?” Alex asks, and you nod as you breathlessly strive to make yourself cum.

You don’t think you’ll ever take being called Angel for granted again because after not hearing it for so long it’s actually pushing you towards your orgasm. His words combined with his perfect fucking fingers, you’re becoming a hot, sweaty mess for him.

Hearing him call you Angel on repeat in your mind is rudely interrupted by the surprise of your best friend slapping your arse as he demands, “Words Y/N/N.”

“Yes.” You moan, your eyes closing in pure bliss, “Fuck yes.”

You have no idea where your best friend’s dirty mouth has come from, but you think that he’s definitely been holding back on you in the past. Never in a million years would you think that your sweet Alex Turner would spank your arse again and ask you, “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

You nod, panting, “Yes.”

He smirks, “Filthy Angel.” before slapping your arse again, for which Alex receives another moan in return.

Your head falls down onto his shoulder as your thighs start to burn with the way you’re still riding his fingers. You’re so close though. You can feel it.

Each curl of his fingers and each time his thumb rubs your clit, he has you breathless and moaning for him. And with being so turned on before you even made it here, you’re not surprised when you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

“I- I- Alex.” You begin to stutter, the familiar feeling of the tension tightening in your pelvis.

You lift your hips once more to sink down on him knowing that just a few more times will result in your high. But as you do, Alex slips his hand out from underneath you, leaving you with nothing.

“No, no!” You whine, your head immediately lifting back up to complain because you were so close.

“Shhh,” Alex coos like he’s completely innocent when he brings his arousal covered fingers up for you to suck clean. Without hesitation you do so, but only because that's how he quietens you and he starts smirking when you’re sucking them as he says, “Shhhh.”

His teasing smirk lingers as he looks into your shocked eyes as he tells you, “We’ve got at least fifteen minutes left before you’re even allowed to think about that.”

You want to cry. In your haste to try and make yourself cum you forgot about the fucking edging. You shake your head, pulling on his wrist so his fingers fall from your mouth you whine, “No.”

“Yes,” Alex grins like he’s proud of himself, and he steals another kiss from you before he says, “Now come on. Let’s get you more comfortable.”

~*~*~*~

Alex brings you out of your thoughts then by pleading with you, “Just go back to sleep. It's not going to be awkward when you wake up, just like it wasn’t back in the day.”

“Just spend the day with me.” He pouts, and you stay quiet trying not to smile as he’s being really cute and you don’t want him to stop. He’s even adorable when he says, “I’m not asking for a re-run or to make anything awkward. I just want to spend a lazy day with you.”

You already know that you’re going to stay now, but you can’t help but ask, just to see what he’d say, “And if I wanna go home?”

“I’ll drop you off when you wake back up.” Alex promises, but then tries to persuade you some more, “I’m knackered so I know you must be.”

When you don’t say anything Alex leans back on his knees so he can easily pull at the bow that’s holding his joggers on your hips. You send him a questioning look when he starts shimmying them down your legs.

Alex sees your look though and he pauses just enough to tell you, “I’m not doing anything, I’m just making sure you’ll be comfy.” and you believe him so you let him continue.

You lift your hips up to make it easier for him and he easily slides them down your legs and he pulls them off before throwing them to his floor. That leaves you laying on his bed in his hoodie and a pair of his boxers and you’re not surprised when Alex’s eyes are drawn down to your thighs.

He can’t hold back his smirk when he says, “I marked you up real good, didn’t I?”

Dark bruises litter the inside of your thighs, especially along your scar and everywhere else but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t smile when you saw them this morning.

You’ve spent so long hating that scar that it was nice seeing it in a way that pleasure was inflicted upon it, not pain. It also felt really nice to have someone who you trusted doing that to you. Others who you’d been with asked where the scar came from sometimes and it just killed the mood instantly and made you insecure.

So last night it was a nice change to not have to explain yourself. And Alex had made you feel like a queen again by telling you that you looked beautiful, even though he was meant to be playing rough.

He couldn’t stop the words slipping out though. You are gorgeous and he had every intention to tell you that.

Alex certainly isn’t attempting to hide his smile as he sees them now. His fingers run along some of the small bruises and he trails them up until the boxers you stole from him stops him from seeing any more.

Grinning he adds a little more pressure to the visible trail of where his mouth had been the previous night, but he stops when you hiss in a little discomfort.

“Sore Alex.” You remind him.

“I’m sorry, Angel” Alex grins as he leans back down over you, clearly not sorry at all, and before he makes another sarcastic remark you lean up to kiss him.

When your fingers find their place in his hair again, you warn him off making more sarcastic remarks by pulling on his hair to make him pull away so you can tell him, “You will be when I cut your hair.”

But Alex just starts grinning, cheekily asking, “But what would you grab on to?”

“I’m not planning to grab onto it again.” You say as you unlace your fingers out of his locks and pretend as if they were never there at all.

“And if you change your mind?” Alex challenges with raised, suggestive eyebrows.

You press your lips together to stop from smiling as your cheeky best friend watches your every move. You shrug and try not to smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, “It’ll grow back.”

“Smartarse.” Alex shakes his head grinning, but with his hand that isn’t holding him up he trails it down your body until it rests just below your hip and he tries to get a hold of your arse again as he laughs, “Or should I say sore arse.”

You push his hand away from you chuckling a little but you stop to playfully seem like you weren’t having fun even though Alex knows you were. You narrow your eyes and dryly tell him “You’re fucking hilarious, aren’t you?”

Alex grins and grabs your arse again just to tease you now, offering, “Want another one?”

You gulp. You half want him to spank your arse again.

And because you clearly still have no control over your body, you subconsciously press your thighs together again. Which Alex obviously feels you do and he smirks down over you.

“Do not smirk at me like that.” You tell him off as you get all embarrassed once more.

You push his hand away from your arse again but he just ends up resting it on your hip as he smiles down, clearly very happy with himself, as he tells you, “Control your body then.”

“Little hard to do after a night like that, Alex.” You remind him with knowing eyes.

Last night you let every inhibition go. You let your best friend be in control and have his way with you whilst you came along and enjoyed the ride, and you had a great time.

“Best night of your life.” Alex smirks.

You roll your eyes and give him no answer, just telling him, “You’ll never know.”

“I know everything I need to know.” He tries to hide his smile but it just doesn’t work.

But he looks adorable so you don’t entirely mind.

“Least I know another lyric from Fluorescent Adolescent was right.” Alex chuckles before pecking your lips. You raise your eyebrows for him to elaborate though and he explains, “You like your gentleman not to be gentle.”

It takes everything in you not to sigh and tell him off for releasing that to the world even though he was clearly just guessing at the time and it was years ago. Still embarrassing for you to now know another of your favourite songs is about you.

“I like gentle sometimes. I like it mixed.” You tell your best friend honestly, “But with you bringing up angry make up sex, how could I not want it like that?”

Alex starts smirking again at that so you just try to knock him down a peg or two by saying, “Also, after thinking about it, it’s creepy that you co-wrote a song about me with your ex… Like even more so one that you fucked me off for.”

Alex sighs, and in his eyes you can see him apologising again, but your best friend shakes his head as he also tells you, “She literally wrote a few lines Y/N/N. Just didn’t want her to come back and sue me.”

“Was it her or you that wrote the book of sex tips line?” You ask just to tease him.

“It was an American Pie reference.” Alex rolls his eyes but then smiles as he starts pressing kisses to your skin again, “But funnily enough Y/N/N, I didn’t need a book to figure out what you like. You’ve always been very responsive.”

Your best friend starts nipping his way down your neck again as he says that to you. And once finished he attacks the spot at the base of your neck where the bastard makes a whimper fall from the back of your throat.

You hate yourself for letting the noise out, and even more so when Alex picks his head up and grins, “Thanks for proving my point there, Angel.”

You just roll your eyes and ignore that comment. But you do give him credit where it’s due, “Not gunna lie Alex, I’m really glad you know me as well as you do because I had a pleasant night.”

Alex snorts at the use of the word ‘pleasant’ but he doesn’t comment on it. He just grins and kisses you once more after saying. “Certainly glad you agreed I could take you home.” and you happily kiss him back.

~*~*~*~

Alex’s lips are still on yours as the both of you stumble into his room. You have no time to see that he’s got the painting of your spot you made him for Christmas hung up on the wall.

Your best friend makes you gasp when he tears the claps on your top open and you hear the metal pieces fall to the floor. You can’t argue with him though because the gasp allows Alex to deepen your kiss again.

The next time you do part from the kiss though is when Alex is clearly struggling to remove your skirt. He keeps tugging the material down, hoping it will fall past your hips without undoing the zip but it’s really not going to happen.

“It’s got a zip, you idiot.” You laugh as he tries his best to pull the material of your skirt down when the zip doesn’t move.

Alex tries tugging the zip down again but because of his rush it just sticks. You can feel his annoyance at your clothing whilst he’s kissing you, and then he tugs it again and fails. You can hear his anger at is as he says, “It’s not fucking unzipping.”

“Just pull it you fool.” You laugh as you begin to unbutton his shirt.

You need to feel his skin at this point. If nothing else, you at least deserve a feast for your eyes after being edged twice.

You kiss him again as you undo his shirt, but your hands stop on the buttons after you hear the fabric of your skirt tearing and it goes loose around you.

As it drops to the floor, Alex starts kissing your neck which gives you enough time to say, “You better not have just ripped my skirt, Turner.”

His hands pull your waist into his body, arching your back so you’re pulled completely against him and he kisses up your neck as he promises, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

You begin to laugh until your best friend makes you whine as he sucks the spot just under your ear. At this point you push his shirt from his shoulders so it falls down his body and as Alex pulls away from your skin and his hands go up to the back of your bra, you pointedly ask him, “Need help taking off my bra without ripping it?”

“Don’t get cocky.” Alex raises his eyebrows at you, telling you quite seriously that you’re still in no position of power tonight.

Something which you don’t mind about because you trust Alex wholeheartedly to take care of you. But you know you really hold all the cards, if you wanted to stop he would be off you instantly asking if you were alright.

Seeing Alex’s eyes now full of mischief, you warn him, “Don't even think about it. It was expensive.” as his fingers find the clasp.

Thankfully, your best friend listens to you and takes your bra off without ripping it. And once that is stripped from you, Alex traps you in a hot kiss before he pushes you down onto his bed.

Falling back onto the mattress you start giggling at him smiling over you, and you can’t help but grin when he starts crawling up your body and he leaves a trail of kisses on your skin.

“So fucking beautiful, Angel.” Alex tells you just before he kisses you again.

You pull him down into the kiss and route your fingers into his hair. “Missed this.” Your best friend tells you between desperate kisses, “Missed you.”

And it makes your heart even more erratic than it already is. Both of you kiss each other like you’re catching up on lost time after that. You’re shameless with the way you grab him and clutch his skin, and you don’t hold back the moans he draws from you either.

The feeling of his body against yours and his hands on your skin makes your body tingle with anticipation. Even more so when his kisses start heading back down your body again but his hands reach where he clearly wants to go first. You’re excited for him to take the last of your clothes off so you eagerly lift your hips when he finds your underwear. But you hear the material tear and you could murder your best friend right now.

“Whoops.” Alex smirks sarcastically as he pulls the ripped material down your legs and throws them somewhere in his room.

You’re too seething to bother to watch where they land though. You tell your best friend off as he leans back down over you and starts dotting kisses up your body again, “You’re a prick, I bought them for-”

His lips cut you off as he didn’t want to hear you scorn him but after hearing your sentence, he pulls away wanting to know, “For who?”

“You.” You now begrudgingly tell him as he starts kissing down your neck.

You can feel the smirk as he says, “When did you get the time to do that? Been planning this for a while Angel?”

“I bought them for our date last year. Saw them back at the flat and changed into them because I wanted to feel nice for the gig.” You tell your best friend as your fingers route through his hair and tug on it as you enjoy the feeling of him kissing your skin. You breathlessly add, “Don't worry, I won’t waste my money on fancy underwear for you again if you’re going to tear them off me.”

“Amazing, does that go for the clothes I ripped too?” Alex says with a cheeky grin, picking his head up so he can see you. He looks you up and down with lust clear to see in his eyes and asks, “Get you like this all the time then?”

You pull him towards you so he’ll kiss your lips again and just before they connect, you complain, “I hate you.”

Because you practically do at this moment in time. You’ve been teased so much, edged twice, and you're throbbing for him. You desperately want the relief an orgams would bring you, but he won’t give you one.

Alex mumbles against your lips, “No, you don't.” before pulling away and he starts kissing down your body like this is the first time he’s ever seen it again.

You tell him not to mark up your neck because you’re not teenagers anymore and you can’t be walking around with lovebites on show all the time. But that just leaves your best friend to make up every other place on your body. And he takes his sweet time.

Your fingers are tugging on his hair for the duration of his slow travels down your body. Pulling at it when he does something you enjoy makes him repeat his actions over and over and you love it.

The man spends most of his time dedicating his attention to your breasts. As his mouth couldn’t occupy both, his hand was certainly on the other and he gives both the attention that they deserve.

Sucking, biting, pinching them until you release your sweet moans for him that just drive him on further. You know when morning comes they’ll be bruised just like they were the first time he ever had the chance to show you a good time, only difference being this time Alex knows exactly how you enjoy him teasing you and he revels in that fact and uses his knowledge to his advantage.

He knows that you're tugging on his hair and whimpering because you actually want him to move back up your body and kiss your mouth again, but he doesn’t. He wants you needy. He wants you wanting him even more than you already do. Alex wants you desperate.

Alex spends his sweet time trailing his lips down your body, loving each way you react to him. For you it feels like half an hour has passed of him just appreciating your body and when he eventually makes it to your hips you get your hopes up.

But of course, you shouldn’t. Your best friend kneels himself up then and he looks down at you sprawled out on his bed. You’d feel self conscious if you weren’t so turned on and he didn’t voice exactly what he was thinking, “You’re so fucking perfect Angel. I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

The smile the both of you share then is so genuine, your heart melts and simultaneously beats a lot faster. Even more so when Alex leans down and kisses your knee and then asks, “Can I taste you again?”

You don’t know how your breath didn’t hitch, but you manage to nod, “Yes.”

“Not a ‘please’ there?” Alex teases with a grin after kissing another spot on the inside of your knee.

You shake your head as you watch your best friend eagerly, “I told you, I don’t beg.” trying your best to keep some sort of power in this situation but

“Oh Angel,” Alex smirks, “You’ve been begging in every way other than verbally... Your eyes are screaming please.”

Immediately though they go hard, and you turn bratty and say, “Right now they’re screaming get a move on.”

But Alex does the opposite. That man takes his sweet time kissing the insides of your thighs until he has you writhing, hips bucking towards him to try and get him to touch you where you’re throbbing for him.

However, the attention is on your thighs and your thighs alone. He’s sucking marks onto them for what feels like a year before he switches to the other one and it leaves you so worked up you practically have tears in your eyes due to the need for any stimulation.

You let out a moan when Alex says, “So wet for me Angel. Good to know that hasn’t changed.”

All the dirty talk flips your stomach and you whine before you desperately tell him to, “Hurry up.”

“I don’t think you being a brat is going to help you in this situation, Angel.” Alex tells you before he switches back to your other thigh and your head falls back onto the mattress with your bottom lip in a pout.

Alex must catch on after another minute of his pleasurable taunting, because he ends up asking, “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

It’s a demand that falls from your lips, “Both.”

You’ll take fucking anything at this point. Your body feels like it’s screaming at you.

“Greedy girl.” Alex smirks before repositioning himself on the bed, but he pushes your further by demanding, “Pick one first.”

At this point you just want to shut him up and cum. So you very easily pick, “Your mouth.”

You want to scream when he tauntingly asks, “You sure?” just to tease you.

“Alex!” You yell, just fucking hoping he’d take the hint and get a move on. You have no patience left for his games, you’re desperate.

But of course, your best friend is in a teasing mood, so he gives you the exact opposite of what you wanted.

His fingers slip inside you with ease again and with his thumb already teasing your clit he has you moaning for him in seconds. Fucking you with his fingers has Alex really restraining himself from wanting to taste you properly again, especially when he knows that you’re moans would just be louder and you’d pull on his hair like he fucking loves.

Alex thinks that he’s now found another thing he loves about you in the bedroom. The way you react to him talking to you. He’s never been this filthy with you before but you really seem to be enjoying it.

“You’re so good for me Angel. So responsive.” He smirks and curls his fingers inside you again which has you moaning his name. It fuels his ego to an entirely different level as he watches you clutch his bedding and he loves that it’s him that’s getting to see you like this again.

“You like it when I do that, don’t you?” He asks you, really wanting to hear you say it.

You breathlessly nod, your eyes closed in pure bliss just focussing on the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and the way his fingers pump in and out of you. But clearly, your non-verbal response isn’t what your best friend is after.

“Words Angel.” Alex instructs which he can tell is beginning to annoy you but you won’t say anything because you know he’ll stop if you don’t answer him.

“Yes, I like it.” You nod between ragged breaths.

Alex smirks and starts kissing down your thigh again, and in between he asks, “Want me to do it again?”

Your reply is instant this time with a plea of, “Yes.” so your best friend doesn’t hesitate to curl his fingers again.

Your pleasured whine fills the room and rings in Alex’s ears. The noise does wonders for his ego and it goes straight to his cock that’s already leaking precum into his underwear.

“Fuck Y/N/N.” Alex moans this time, and you all but lose yourself when he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me. Filthy but so good.”

After pulling another few moans from you, Alex takes you by surprise. One second he removed his thumb from your clit and you’re about to shout at him for doing it but the next second his mouth has taken over. You can’t help the loud, “Oh fuck.” that falls from your lips.

Alex eats you out like he’s not in a rush. Like he could spend all day between your thighs and he’d think it was a day well spent. Almost like hearing you moan or gasp, “Alex.” was his only goal and he was happy to achieve it over and over again.

You’re shameless with the noises that you let slip from your lips. Your body feels like it’s tingling with all the pent up sexual energy that keeps building inside you and you can’t wait to finally feel that relief you’ve been craving. You’ve definitely been up here more than 15 minutes now but you’re still anxious just in case your best friend won’t let you finish again.

Knowing he can feel everything that’s going on inside you, you try your best not to clench around his fingers so you don’t give away that you’re so close to your orgasm. Your aim is so cum like this so he doesn’t succeed in his edging game. And you are sure you're going to finish at any second. So you relax completely knowing it’ll be a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit and a curl of his fingers and it’ll be over for you.

But all of a sudden every sensation you’re feeling is gone. And you writhe in disappointment.

“No Alex.” Whine almost sounding like you’re in pain. “Alex, no, no.”

But your best friend just smirks and crawls his way back up your body to say, “Shhhh Angel.”

You want to wipe the grin off his face but he traps you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and whilst the kiss is great, you’re still throbbing, needing to finish at this point. So even when your best friend pulls away and tells you that, “You taste so good.” you just want him to give you your orgasm.

You demand as you push on his shoulder, “Alex, go back down.” but your best friend just grins at you and starts kissing down your jaw.

“I think I’ve been nice, Angel.” Alex says as he starts kissing down your neck, “Done so much to you already and I’m struggling here… You think you can return the favour?”

You nod eagerly, clearly wanting to appease him as much as you can so he’ll hopefully start railing you. Alex likes to tease you though. He presses his still clothed bottom half against you and asks, “Can you feel how hard you've made me?”

Your best friend can tell from the lust that’s clouded your eyes and your eager moan just how much you need him. He isn’t surprised at all when you say, “Want you Alex.”

“Maybe if you suck me off first?” Alex bargains with you and to give you more encouragement, he kisses back up your neck as he says, “Come on, Angel. I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours.”

You don’t know what possesses you, but after he traps you in another kiss, you get yourself off the bed, pulling him with you.

Undoing his jeans, you let them fall to the floor and you pull down his underwear too. After all you’ve already gone through this evening your mouth is watering at the sight of his cock.

He looks painfully hard and you can’t wait to take him into your mouth. Without hesitation, you kiss down his body as you sink to your knees.

“You want to bruise your knees for me, Angel?” Alex asks with the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.

You nod, looking up at him as you take a hold of him in your hand. After you lick up the underneath of his cock, you shamelessly enjoy the hitch it causes in Alex's breath.

But you enjoy the way he grabs a fistful of your hair once you take him into your mouth even more. And that just drives you to pressing your thighs together to try and get any sort of relief from this but it does little to help. Your nails just dig the tiniest bit harder into his thighs.

Alex can’t help but watch you as you bring him the pleasures he’s longed for. And the way your eyes are closed as you continue drives Alex insane because he can tell you’re enjoying everything you’re doing. Which leads him to tell you, “You’re so fucking filthy, Angel... My dirty girl. Making me feel so good.”

You moan around him then and start bobbing your head faster, loving the fact his grip in your hair gets tighter every time you do. But after a minute, you pull off him and you look up at your best friend to tell him, “Use me.”

“What?” Alex looks down at you, almost a little dazed or confused.

That is until you look into his brown eyes and tell him, “Fuck me.”

How Alex’s heart doesn’t give out on him, he doesn’t know. To make sure he understands what you want, he asks you directly, “You want me to fuck your mouth, Angel?”

When you nod, Alex shakes his head slightly and instructs, “Words.”

Out of slight embarrassment that you’re asking him to do this, you close your eyes as you answer, “Yes.”

Alex tells you, “Look at me.” and you hesitate but do so anyway.

Once you’re looking into his eyes again, your best friend cups your face and asks, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nod.

Alex takes a second to commit this to his memory. He doesn’t believe he’s ever been so lucky in his life and he wants to remember every second.

“Okay, Angel.” Alex’s heart thuds in his chest at the mere thought, but he nods, “I’ll give you what you want.”

You drop your jaw and after you start sucking him off again you gradually stop moving and let your best friend take over. His thrusts make you close your eyes as your head becomes fuzzy with desire and want. The lightheadedness you’re experiencing adds to the sinful moment for you because you feel like with every noise that your best friend lets free from his lips, it’s adding to your own pleasure.

His encouragements make you moan onto his cock too. If you weren’t already a slut for being praised, you really would have found that out about yourself tonight. Truly, you can’t help the noises that fall through your lips when you’re so overcome by lust when Alex praises you, “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N/N.”

But the loudest of your moans - which in any other circumstances you would be embarrassed about - would be when Alex talks as he’s got his hand routed into your hair as he thrusts into your mouth, “You're probably dripping down your thighs, you're so wet for me as I’m doing this. Aren’t you Angel?”

Alex can’t help but want to smile at the way you seem so out of it, completely overcome by the lust you’re clearly feeling, that you even try to nod in response to his question. You look like you’d do anything for him in this moment, entirely blissed out and your eagerness to bring him as much pleasure as possible is such a turn on.

The way your nails are digging into his thighs and the way you moan each time he pulls your hair. The way your jaw is so relaxed so you can take him the deepest you can, Alex can’t help but be completely in awe of you and your actions.

After a few minutes, Alex gives the control back to you, “Now you, Angel.” and you don’t disappoint.

You lick, spit, suck and take him as far down your throat as you can manage after it’s just been fucked minutes prior. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes when you look up at him as you continue to give him the best blowjob of his life and Alex can’t help but moan into his bedroom at the sight and feel of you.

“Fucking hell,” Alex praises, his jaw hanging open entirely unable to contain himself. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

You moan as you continue having to close your eyes again as you’re completely overcome with the need to please Alex. After hearing that you strive to make him cum. Your hand finds his balls and you roll them striving to make him cum and within a minute of you doing so, Alex ends up having to say, “That’s enough.”

But you don’t even seem to hear him. You're still sucking him off like your life depends on it. It takes everything in Alex to hold off his impending orgasm and tell you again.

“Enough, Y/N/N.” Alex tells you, pulling you from his cock completely now.

You’re looking up at him with starry eyes and when Alex reaches down to help you back up to your feet, he cups your face as he softly tells you, “When I cum it’s going to be inside you. Not down your throat.” And when all you can give him inreturn is a starry eyed nod, Alex traps your swollen lips in a hot kiss.

~*~*~*~

You prolong Alex’s kiss a little, savouring the morning kisses that warm your soul. He’s so adorable with you and you’ve been craving his kisses a lot in the past 24 hours.

So because you’re going to stay, you decide to let your best friend know what you expect of him, “I might need to be selfish and ask you to kiss me today, if you don’t mind?”

Alex looks at you curiously so you elaborate, with a coy smile, “Because when I don’t get kisses during a night like that, I get sad.”

“I told you to stop asking for them and just kiss me…” Alex grins, absolutely loving that you’re basically asking him to kiss you all day. But he feels like he does need to remind you, “Besides, I gave you lots of kisses.”

You sigh as he places 4 kisses on you. One on your shoulder, one at the bottom of your neck, one just under your ear and the other on your lips just before you say, “Not near enough as many as where I wanted them.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining about where my mouth was, Angel.” Alex smirks down at you and you use all your willpower not to go all embarrassed.

“I wasn’t complaining,” You correct him, “I was just meaning I wanted more kisses.”

Alex leans down and kisses you softly for a long few seconds as the both of you try to suppress your grins. When your best friend pulls away from the kiss, he promises you, “I’ll give you all the kisses you want when you wake back up.”

You steal one more from him after nodding to confirm that you’re very okay with that. And once Alex is satisfied that you’re not going to try and leave him again, he lies himself back down on the bed but he stays on his side facing you.

Doing the same, you face your best friend as you’re still silently grinning at each other like lovestruck teenagers. Both of you just admire the other for a minute, not feeling the need to say anything.

You both get back under the covers and comfy enough that you start relaxing and letting sleep seep back into your systems.

You can tell he’s tired, and now you really think about it, the last thing you should have done was try and sneak out just after 8 in the morning. You’d have been knackered all day because your other best friend would be keeping you up asking for all the juicy details. And whilst there was lots of that to share, you are exhausted and definitely need more rest. The lazy day Alex wants with you sounds blissful.

Getting entirely lost staring at your best friend’s features, Alex almost startles you when he brings you out of your thoughts.

“You're still so beautiful Y/N,” Alex smiles, looking into your gorgeous eyes as he reiterates, “Literally so stunning.”

“Thank you Cutie.” You smile, cupping his face and stroking your thumb across his cheek.

And you carry on doing that until you fall asleep. After a few minutes, Alex gently takes ahold of your hand to kiss your palm before holding it until sleep takes over him too.

~*~*~*~

“Come here, Angel.” Alex pulls you body back into his as he guides the both of you back to his bed.

You almost let out a squeal at the way he picks you up and he places you down on the bed with him hovering over you still. “I fucking adore you.” Alex tells you before trapping you in another deep kiss that has you rooting your fingers in his hair to prolong it.

“You’re so good to me.” Alex praises breathlessly as he kisses down your jaw. “Trying to make me cum like that when I haven’t let you yet. I’m not that mean.”

“You going to make me cum now?” You ask in a much less bratty tone than you had with him earlier.

This time you sound like you’re pleading. A genuine hopeful question this time, as if you’re almost at the point where you’re willing to beg for him.

Alex teases you as he kisses down your neck, shrugging, “Depends.”

“On what?” You ask him and Alex smirks against your neck at the way you’re clutching his body to yours.

“If you’re good or not.” Alex says into your ear.

You’re almost panting, your eyes closed in pleasure as he kisses down your neck, “I’m always good.”

Alex smirks hearing you say that, your desperation is really coming out now. But he teases you and only kisses you for a while longer.

“You want me inside you?” Alex asks after another minute of the two of you mindlessly kissing and grabbing at each other’s bodies desperately.

“Yes.” You nod.

Alex teasingly asks, “How desperately?” Between kisses.

You whine into his mouth and try to buck your hips up against his. And when you make contact it causes both of you to moan. You tell him, ”That much.”

“You’re so fucking desperate for me, look at you Angel.” Alex smirks, feeling just how wet you are for him as your legs are practically wrapped around him and one of his hands comes to grip underneath your thigh.

Moaning at his words, you end up whining, “Fuck me, Alex.”

“Patience Angel, we'll get to it.” And your best friend silences you with another kiss.

Alex takes his sweet time kissing down your body again and he works you up with just his mouth on your skin. But by the time his mouth attaches to yours again he can practically feel how urgent you are to get things started.

It’s no surprise to him at all when you whine, “I need you.”

“Need you too.” Alex smiles a little before he asks you if you still want to do this and if you’re ready.

You don’t hesitate to tell him you are. And when Alex lines himself up and finally eases himself inside you, you can’t help the words that fall from your lips as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, “Oh fuck, fuck.”

The pleasurable stretch of him finally being back inside you is a feeling like nothing else after he’s worked you up so much tonight. You’re beyond ready to be completely overwhelmed with pleasure and Alex releasing a long moan down your ear and it just adds to it.

Initially, Alex doesn’t move. He lets you adjust to him in your own time and as he does, your best friend places one kiss on your shoulder, another on your collarbone. Between the kiss on your neck and the one just under your ear Alex praises, “So good for me, Angel.”

And he kisses you sweetly again which you respond to just how Alex wants. You relax into the gesture and after a few seconds, Alex pulls away enough to ask you, “Can I move?”

“Yes.” You nod and Alex leans down to kiss you again as he sets a steady pace.

It’s everything Alex has wanted and more. The feel of you around him and under him again has him really restraining himself, wanting this to last as long as it possibly can.

The moans slipping from your lips right into his ear fuel him on. He loves everything about this moment with you, taking absolutely nothing for granted and striving to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

Alex is glad that he’s found that his words can add to that now too. Which is why when you just about manage to say, “Harder.” your best friend decides to tantalise you again.

“You want me harder?” Alex asks, not relenting his current pace at all. He just waits until you desperately nod up at him and grip him even tighter before he smirks, “Not my innocent little Angel anymore, are you?”

You just about manage to shake your head before your best friend traps you in another searing kiss. The room becomes significantly hotter when Alex starts fucking into you harder than before.

The helpless moans he forces out of you make Alex even more determined to push you to having the best orgasm you’ve ever had. And the noises you let out and the way you grip his body have words spilling from his own lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N/N.” He praises, “Taking me so well.”

And he can see from the way your eyes screw shut when he says that and by the way your breath hitches, that his words turn you on even more. You really weren’t lying when you said you had a praise kink.

“Faster, Alex.” You plead with your eyes closed in bliss, breathlessly telling him, “Want you hard and fast.”

And when Alex obliges, it’s music to his ears. Every thrust has you moaning out for him. Your nails scratching down his back and pulling on his hair to try and keep yourself grounded.

Alex loves hearing and seeing you let yourself go though. He even teases some more, “Who’s making you feel so good Angel?”

“You, Alex.” There’s no hesitation at all from you when you say that.

You clearly have no control of what’s leaving your mouth anymore because Alex is genuinely surprised and thrilled by your answer to his next question, “Don’t feel this good with anyone else, do you?”

“No, just you.” You ramble as your nails dig into his skin even deeper with each thrust, “Just you… Oh fuck, Alex!”

That was caused by him grabbing his bed frame and he uses that as leverage to thrust into you even harder. Moans turn louder then, and with Alex kissing your neck when he can too, you fully give into every pleasure he brings you. So much that you lose yourself in the experience.

There’s no way in hell you’re going to last long with him railing you like this and Alex already knows. It’s another of the many reasons why he keeps up with his sweet talk.

“You going to cum for me, Angel?”

Desperately, you nod, “Yes.”

It’s the one thing you’ve been striving for all night. You need it. You need him to give it you.

“You going to moan my name when you do?” Alex asks.

“Yes.” You promise.

“Good girl.” Alex praises, trapping you in another kiss before the both of you helplessly moan into the others mouths as your best friend continues to fuck you.

Your best friend moans out at the way your fingernails scratch down his shoulder blades, adding to his pleasure even more. The way you lean up and kiss his neck when his thrusts allow also has him completely head over heels for you.

Both your bodies are covered in a fine layer of sweat making the room hot and filled with the aroma of sex. The vibrating erotic and lustful energy between you makes it feel like when he puts his lips on your skin, you could ignite. It feels that way anyway.

Alex really has to hold himself together when you moan down into his ear in the most carnal way. It just fuels his movements and he continues thrusting into you hard and fast, just like you asked for.

There’s no filter from what falls from your swollen lips at this point, which is why you try and get out, “Alex, I- I’m going to-”

As if he didn’t already know. Alex can see you succumbing to the pleasure he’s instilling in you now. He can feel just how close you are. And your best friend uses the information to his full advantage.

Alex thrusts once, twice more… but then he pulls out of you, leaving you right on the edge for the 4th time. But never for the life of him would he have done that if he knew just how you’d react.

“No no no.” You repeat to yourself over and over as you begin to lose yourself to the moment completely.

Clearly, your best friend has found your breaking point because water starts pooling in your eyes, “Alex please, please.”

“Al,” He’s never heard you sound so desperate in your life, “Please, please!”

But your best friend soon realises that it’s not just you begging, you’re genuinely upset and the lack of control you seem to have over your mind and body leads you to desperately cry for him, “I can’t I, I- I need to- Alex, please I-“

Your best friend is shocked beyond belief. He’d have never thought pushing you just once more would result in you getting tearful and you begging him almost like you’re stuck on repeat.

All he wanted to do was prolong how long the both of you could go for but clearly he’s edged you one to many times tonight. And he feels awful about it. Instantly, Alex tries his best to calm you down the best he can and he wipes the tears from your face as he looks down at you with a face filled with concern.

“Angel, it’s okay.” He coos, brushing the loose hairs from your face and catching your tears on his thumb. Softly, he continues, “Shhh, it’s okay… Calm down for me.”

“Alex, I need-” You say through jittery breaths. Your thoughts are clearly jumbled because you end up begging, “Please make me finish Alex, please.” as more tears fall from your gorgeous eyes.

“Okay okay Angel, you’re okay.” Your best friend tells you, wanting to appease you but first he needs to make sure you’re alright.

Your best friend worries for a minute, as he clearly didn’t mean to push you to such a subspace as he had done. He wanted to push the boundaries of how far you’d let him go but he never expected this.

Guilt is eating away at him as he comforts you, “Stop crying Angel please. You’re okay.” And he litters your face with kisses to try and distract you a little.

He wants your tears to stop. He wants you alright again before the thought of you continuing even enters his head.

“I need you.” You helplessly repeat as the tears fall down your face as you’ve got the tightest grip on his hair so he can’t go anywhere. Not that he was even thinking of doing. “I need you, Al.”

“You’ve got me Y/N/N.” Alex assures you, regretting his decision to try and prolong the euphoria you were both clearly feeling a minute ago. “You’ve got me. It’s okay, shhh.”

He tries to calm you down, like the way he has done every time you’ve ever cried in his presence. These tears have never been like the others though. These are out of need, frustration, and desperation.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it better, okay.” Your best friend promises you as he cups your cheek. “Okay?”

You don’t really respond to what he’s saying so he tries to ask again, “Okay?” and you just about nod, assuring him you’ve understood.

And thankfully after another minute, the tears have stopped and you thankfully are alright. Clearly, the edging had got to you far more than Alex or you could have ever anticipated and despite the fact you’ve stopped crying, Alex is still a little worried, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, just please.” You’re more coherent now, but still begging, “I need you to make me finish.”

Lust still clouds your eyes, and the desperation is still there. You’re gripping him just as hard as you were before, Alex doesn’t really know how you haven’t pulled any of his hair out yet.

“Okay Angel,” Alex nods, peppering small kisses around your face again, trying to make sure you’re all relaxed before he even thinks about it, “I promise I will. You’re okay Angel, you’re okay.”

After another minute of him making sure you’re truly alright, you plead with him enough to get the both of you to start back up again. Once Alex is back inside you, he’s overly careful with you this time.

He’s grabbed your hand and he uses that one to hold himself up so the both of you can’t let go of each other and he kisses you again before he starts to slowly thrust again. “This okay?”

Clearly, you’re still in a very subby mindset because you nod just as desperately as before and plead, “Yeah, please let me finish. Please.”

“I will Angel,” Alex promises, clearly knowing he can’t edge you again. “I got you.”

Your best friend speeds up a little. It’s nowhere near the same as it was earlier, he’s probably going slower than when he began earlier. But there’s a different dynamic now.

This feels more intimate. You keep trapping him in kisses by tugging on his hair so his lips don’t leave yours all that often. It’s gentle and caring and clearly full of emotion.

Even though Alex can tell by the whimpers of pleasure you’re letting out for him, Alex has to ask, “That feel nice?”

“Yeah,” You’re getting breathless again now, and with each of his thrusts, your eyes roll back in satisfaction. That doesn’t stop the soft begs leaving your lips though, “Please Alex.”

Alex promises, “I got you, Angel.”

And within minutes, Alex can feel your desperation taking over again. Your hand is gripping his even tighter, the way you kiss him becomes more staggered as you’re trying to catch your breath more often.

Both of you are hot and sweaty again. Your legs are wrapped around his hips so tightly ensuring that he can’t do anything but continue his thrusts. Your foreheads are pressed together at this point and you’re moaning into each other's mouths with your eyes laced shut in pure bliss.

It’s unsurprising when a minute later you feel the tension in your lower stomach reach its optimum. “Alex.” You moan, and Alex knows before you even say it, “Can I?”

He can feel your legs starting to shake around him and he can tell that you’re close just from the feeling of being inside you. Alex doesn’t hesitate to encourage you, “Yes Angel, cum for me.”

Within a few more thrusts, your orgams takes over you completely. From the build up of tension your body has been put through, the relief is unlike anything else.

You see white and you’re not quite sure what sounds you release as you bask in the pleasure that’s sending tingles up and down your body. It’s certain that you’ll never be asking Alex, that is one he can keep for himself because you’re sure that you’d get embarrassed.

Alex finishes just after you, releasing inside you and moaning down your ear that just seems to prolong your high even further. Your orgams lasts a long while and Alex helps you ride through it. He continues thrusting into you until he’s genuinely exhausted and then he kisses you gently as you’re still clearly feeling everything to an even more intense level than you’ve ever experienced with him before.

You know that when Alex pulls out of you, he rests beside you and he asks you if you’re okay. Your eyes are still fixed shut, not wanting to open them as you can still feel your orgasm lingering after a minute and you don’t want it to end.

Other than your panting, you’re silent as you try to regain your breath. The tingles still feel like they're running through your bones and you just lay there deadly still on your best friend's bed. If he didn’t know any better, Alex would think he’d broken you.

After another minute of you not really moving and just basking in the high, Alex gets up and when he comes back you feel a warm, damp cloth cleaning you up which you’re thankful for. And after another minute passes, you finally feel your high fizzle away so at that point you open your eyes and glance at your best friend who’s lying beside you once again.

When your eyes meet the stunning brown ones of his, Alex leans towards you and traps you in another kiss. Afterwards, you get yourself up, knowing you need to clean yourself up even more in his ensuite.

When you come back into his room a few minutes later, you should realise that the duvet you just got fucked on is a completely different colour, but you don’t. You don’t realise that your best friend had stripped his own covers off his duvet to wash, before going to get the one from the spare room for you both to sleep with.

You’re too tired. Truly, you’re surprised you can manage to open your eyes enough to get back in bed with your best friend. But when you do, both of you end up reaching for each other. You’re both entirely exhausted and blissed out, but you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. You just let exhaustion take over.

~*~*~*~*~*~

You’re woken up, you don’t know how long later by Alex groaning in annoyance, “What is that fucking noise?”

Even before opening your eyes, you can feel that you’re pressed up against your best friend, clearly having gravitated towards each other in your sleep. You can feel that you’re tucked into his chest and your head is tucked under his chin and he’s holding you tighter to him in annoyance at whatever it is that’s woken him up.

It takes a few seconds for your other senses to come to you, sight being the last because you really don’t want to get up. You’re so comfy and lovely and warm, you want to stay like this all day.

But when your ears tune into the familiar alarm that’s clearly blaring from downstairs in Alex’s apartment, your eyes fly wide open. Fuck.

You push on your best friend's chest a little as you say, “You need to let me get up.”

Alex however, hears that and decides to hold you tighter and he shakes his head, “Absolutely not.”

“Alex,” You say sharply, trying your best to untuck your head from under his chin so he can see you’re serious when you say, “Unless you want me to have your children, you need to let me up right now.”

That certainly grabs your best friend’s attention, and he looks down at you, asking with a curious yet confused expression, “Why are you having my children?”

“Because if you don’t let me out of my bed to take the pill, you may get a very big surprise in nine months time.” You say as you manage to move further away from him a little but his arms around you tighten once again.

“You wouldn’t tell me until you actually gave birth?” Alex scoffs a little, faking hurt, “That’s nasty.”

You raise a good point, “You’d have got me pregnant by not letting me out of bed so that’s nastier.”

But your best friend refuses to let go of you. Naturally, you sigh, “Alex.” and when that doesn’t work, you resort to old techniques. You poke him just under his ribs in his side and thankfully he jumps and his hold on you falters.

Making the most of the few seconds you’ve caught him off guard, you get yourself up out of bed. Glancing at his clock, you notice that it’s now 11am and you definitely feel a little more rested which you’re thankful for.

“You want a glass of water?” You ask before you get to his door.

And you like the way Alex tiredly smiles at you, “Yes please, Angel.” as you leave.

You walk down the stairs with a skip in your step and you have a smile on your face as you walk over to your bag that you threw to the floor when you were pushed inside last night. You walk to the kitchen digging into your bag, having to pull out your The 1975 merch that you made Matty steal for you before you left to the bar last night, and you get your phone out.

After turning the alarm off, you find the packet of pills and pop out the one for today and you take it after pouring yourself a glass of water. You take a long few sips of it, the cold liquid doing wonders for your throat and dry mouth.

As you drink, you look around your best friend’s open plan living area and you can’t help but glance over to the wall of windows. It’s honestly stunning and the daylight coming through makes the whole place shine.

However, memories of last night come rushing back when you see a few of your sketching pencils lying on the floor by your desk. You almost choke on your water when you see that there are handprints on the window by the desk, and when you look just to the right of it by a metre or so you immediately stop drinking your water and find the window cleaner under the sink.

~*~*~*~

Waking up to the sound of your best friend softly snoring beside you is something that you love but hate. You love it because you feel entirely at ease being back next to him, almost like no time has passed at all.

You certainly feel like you could stay beside him all night with how you’re cuddled into him. But you hate it because you can’t stay like this, and the reason is that you’ve woken up with a horrendously dry mouth.

Unfortunately, you desperately need a drink so you have to slowly wriggle out of your best friend's hold. Managing to somehow do so without waking him, you grab Alex’s shirt that you push off his shoulders earlier and slip it on as you quietly head downstairs to get yourself some water.

After pouring yourself a glass, you pretty much down it loving how refreshing the cold liquid is. You decide to refill it to take it back up to bed with you, but before you do, you go to stand by your desk which still has discarded sketching pencils that you haven’t picked up in months on the surface.

But you’ve moved to that spot so you can watch as the sun starts rising. Watching sunrises is certainly a rare one for you. Sure, you’re more of a morning person than most of your friends but that doesn’t mean that you watch the sunrise every day.

You know you shouldn’t really be watching the sun, but it really is so beautiful as it casts that orange glow over the city you love so much. It warms your heart seeing your hometown wake up like this. it makes you want to paint it, but you don’t have your things so you’ll settle for appreciating the view instead of chasing to capture it.

You’re unsure how much time passes as you absentmindedly watch on. But the sun has only half risen when you feel arms wrap around you from behind, almost startling you.

You don’t say anything as you lean back into Alex’s chest, enjoying the way he’s happy to watch and admire the view with you. Both of you stand there for a while, with him kissing the top of your head as you share your glass of water, that is until you finish it and Alex briefly lets go of you to put it back on his kitchen island.

“We’re lucky, you know?” Is the first thing you say to your best friend when his arms go back around you and you start leaning back into him again.

Alex mumbles, “Why’s that?” against your head as he kisses it again.

“We live in such a gorgeous city.” You smile at the view and because of how cute your best friend is being. You tell him honestly though, “I miss it all the time.”

Just from your voice alone, Alex knows you’re being genuine. But he didn’t need anymore persuasion because he tells you what he caught sight of a few hours ago.

Alex uncrosses your left arm, that you were hugging yourself with, and he turns your write up so he can see the ink on your skin, “I saw the Yorkshire rose tattoo earlier. When did you get that?”

It’s just a simple outline of the Yorkshire rose. No where near the size of Alex’s, it’s probably no bigger than a £2 coin but it sits proudly on your wrist, always reminding you of home.

“Just before I left after your birthday.” You explain, and go on to show him your right wrist, “Same day me and Y/B/F got the first initial of each other’s names on our other wrists.”

Alex smiles into your neck seeing that, “I’m fairly certain that if she didn’t have Charlie you two would be married.”

“We would be.” You nod, grinning now as you remind your best friend, craning your neck around so you can see him, “Still got my ‘O Speak Again’ though. That’s essentially your name.”

“And Bright Angel is yours.” Alex grins, remembering the day you both got those tattoo’s fondly.

“On that topic.” You tell your best friend seriously, “Don’t stop calling me Angel ever again.”

Alex frowns a little at that, almost not wanting to remind himself or youm “But you told me to.”

What he says hurts your heart, knowing it’s essentially your fault that you haven't been called Angel by your best friend for months. You feel the need to tell him to make sure it never happens again.

“I was angry that day.” You dismiss what he says entirely, and you look into his brown eyes so he knows you’re serious when you tell him, “You call me Angel till the day I die. And I’ll call you Shakespeare and Darling until the same day.”

Alex smiles at you saying that, but it makes your day when he holds up his little finger and softly asks, “Pinky swear?”

You’re smiling like a fool as you hook your finger around his. And you don’t feel the need to say anything else after that.

Turning back to continue watching the sunrise, you get a little lost watching it again. And that mixed when the gentle kisses your best friend places on your head, leaves you with that warm, gooey feeling inside.

However, the air around the both of you changes from sweet to heated when you feel Alex start to tease you by kissing up your neck at the same time his hand from around your waist loosen slightly and begins to wonder. You can tell by the way he kisses your neck alone where this is heading, and his hand that slowly comes up to slip between the buttons of his shirt to grab your boob is just the confirmation of that.

Instantly a grin comes to your lips and you have to stop yourself from giggling. You tilt your head a little to allow him as much room as he likes to kiss your neck as you ask, “We can’t just have a cute moment can we?”

“We’ve had years of cute moments, let me have this.” Alex chuckles as he playfully squeezes your boob whilst he switches to tease the skin on the other side of your neck.

There’s no way in which you can argue with that logic to be fair. He’s definitely right.

With a smile on your lips, you ask, “How do you go from sweet to horny in the space of a minute?”

“I’m always horny when you’re involved.” Alex doesn’t even seem embarrassed to tell you. “Even more so when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt.”

You can guess at every little thought that's running through his mind and you laugh a little at everything he probably wants to do to you whilst you’re trapped here for the night. In all honesty, as long as you’re not teased again like earlier, you’ll happily let him do as he pleases with you.

Alex’s other hand has now travelled back down your body and between your legs where he moans feeling you’re already wet for him and he started teasing your clit with slow circles. Whimpering at the sensation, your head falls back onto Alex’s shoulder due to the bliss he’s inducing all over again.

Your best friend definitely enjoys you being loud for him, because his teasing gets more intense and you can feel the faint line of his lips pulling into a smile on your neck. Your eyes are closed as you savour the way he’s making you feel. You definitely fucking love his hands, that’s a straight fact at this point.

And that mouth. From the kisses he teases you with, to the way you can feel his hot breaths on your skin, making your neck even more sensitive. And the words that spill from his lips have you all but crumbling in his arms. Especially when he’s asks you vulgar questions like, “Can I fuck you over your desk, Angel?”

You just about get out between ragged breaths, “And you think I’m the filthy one.”

“You are.” Alex doesn’t hesitate to tell you honestly, “But I’ve always thought about it every time you were standing here painting and flirting with me.”

Somehow you’re not entirely surprised. After tonight though, you don’t think he’ll ever say anything to shock you again. Your best friend is a suggestive person and now you’ve experienced just how dirty-minded he is, you’re unsure how you’ll look him in the eyes when you next have to look at him when you’re surrounded by your friends knowing exactly the things he’s thinking about you.

“So what's your answer?” Alex brings you out of your head.

Your legs are getting weaker and weaker at this point, as Alex is still teasing your clit. So you don’t give it much thought when you just say, “Please.”

“Using that word very loosely now.” Alex can’t help but smirk a little.

“The edging is finished, Alex.” You make a point of saying because you don’t want that again. However good your orgasm ended up being, you just want him to make you cum without delay. “That’s done. I just want you to fuck me.”

“I know,” Alex can’t help but smirk, but he kisses just below your ear sweetly before saying, “Just want to make you feel good, Angel.”

Before you even know it, you’re being bent over your desk so you’re both facing the window and despite knowing you’re not, you feel like the whole of Sheffield is getting a show. Alex pushes his shirt up your body so your arse is on full display to him and after pulling his boxers off, Alex runs the tip of his hard cock between your legs to tease you even more and make you whine with want before he sinks into you.

Your eyes close at the sensation of him being inside you again and from your heavy breathing alone Alex can tell that you’re already enjoying yourself. “You look fucking stunning, Angel.” Alex tells you and your heart leaps in your chest when he bends himself over the top of you and moves your hair from behind one of your ears so he can tell you, “Such a good girl for me.”

And when he picks himself up from you after the quickest peck on your shoulder blade, you’re taken by surprise when your best friend slaps your arse, hard. Just from the gasp that falls from your lips, Alex knows you liked it and as he starts fucking you at a fast pace just like earlier on, he can tell that you’re enjoying this position too.

Alex’s fingers dig into your hips as he buries himself inside of you over and over again and you can’t help but love the way it’s so strikingly different from your other times with him. You wanted him to show you everything he’s learnt over the years and you were certainly getting the star treatment.

Each movement was pleasure inducing and sensory overload. Each time his hand slapped your arse caused the sweetest moan to fall from those not so innocent lips of yours and Alex is trying to commit the scene to memory but he truly doesn't think he’ll ever forget this.

“Oh fuck, Y/N/N.” He curses, unable to stop himself.

Your best friend watches the way he sinks into you over and over, entirely in awe at the way you’re taking him so well when he’s being rough with you. He’s certain the scene will truly live rent free in his mind for years and he favours the way you gasp and moan things like, “Alex, oh shit, right there.” that you can’t help but let out.

Smirking, your best friend asks as he continues to drill into you, “Does that feel good, Angel?”

Panting, you nod loving the way he talks to you when you’re entirely at his mercy like this. You relish the way you can just let yourself go and give into every last impulse and desire when you’re with him like this.

Your best friend smacks your arse hard causing you to yelp and lose your breath all over again. He drives you fucking insane in the best way possible.

“Words Y/N/N,” Alex demands, leaning over you a little more as he carries on fucking you. He fucks you even harder from this angle and he asks again, “Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes. So good Alex.” You’re breathlessly panting, nodding against the wooden surface you’re pressed against with your eyes closed in pure bliss, “So fucking good.”

You’re glad the filthy mouth of his has made a comeback because you almost melt when he asks you, “Bet you’ve thought about this just as much as me, haven't you?”

Without hesitating you tell him what he wants to hear, “Yes, all the time we were here.” and you’re not completely lying. You had thought about this in moments where you’d get lost in your head.

You’ve fancied him for years and between your history and the flirting, it was in the back of your mind when you were free to get with Alex if you wanted to.

“Thought so.” Smacks your arse again causing another loud moan as he stands back up properly and he keeps burying his hips into yours with an impossibly tight grip on your hips. “You’re fucking flawless, Angel. Taking me so well.”

The praise makes you moan out for him. Any encouragement you could give him without you explicitly saying it would work nicely for you. Anything to keep him going like this really, and thankfully it works.

Feeling him nudge your heels to move your feet closer together, it makes the feeling of Alex being inside you tighter and more fulfilling, like you can feel more of him. At the same time you feel him gather you long hair and take a handful of it before he wraps it around his fist before he pulls it back so your back is arched a little and he starts relentlessly fucking into you.

Your hands try to keep you steady on the window but all that does is stop your hips from taking all the force of his thrusts like they have been doing. Not that there would be any hope in saving them from bruises now, you know that you’ll be littered in them in a matter of hours.

You truly love everything about Alex being rough with you, but with the way he’s causing your back to arch from the consistent pulling on your hair, it changes the position slightly. And unfortunately it’s not in the best way for you.

His cock hitting your cervix one too many times has you needing to change positions. So you get your best friends attention, hoping for him to choose another position that is just as pleasurable but in which ever way he wants to fuck you.

Once you tell him to switch the positions up a little bit, and you promise him you’re okay again, you’re sitting on the desk with your best friend now between your legs pushing back into you again. Alex has ahold of underneath your legs, keeping them high enough so you have to use your arms to lean back once he starts fucking you again.

His shirt you were wearing pools by your wrists but at this point you really don’t give a shit if anyone could see you or not.

The way your best friend starts fucking you in this position is just as good as it was when you were pressed against the desk. Alex wastes no time trapping you into another kiss and you try your best to kiss him back and not moan out like you want too.

One of your arms ends up leaving the shirt as you reach up to wrap your arm around his neck so you can keep kissing him as his thrusts continue. And it’s heavenly. You genuinely feel like your whole body is on cloud 9.

“Put your arms around my neck for a minute.” Alex instrusts and you go as you’re told after he pauses fucking into you.

Once you have, Alex drops your legs a little but only so he can get a better grip underneath your thighs. You’re about to ask what he’s doing but then you feel him pick you up.

In slight shock, you ask him, “Where are we going?”

Alex moves his hands for a second so he gets a good grip of your arse and he smiles when he says, “Always wanted to do something with you.”

“Okay.” You nod, not having a problem with trying something with him. But as he’s carrying you to wherever he wants you, and as he starts kissing your neck again, you catch sight of something that certainly wasn’t there the last time you were in this flat. “Alex, why do you have that painting?”

Your 3 by 5 foot painting of a cherry blossom tree is hanging on the wall above his lounge area which you always told Alex that he needed some artwork on. Never for a second did you think you would see your painting - that you thought was sold to someone you would never see again at your gallery - proudly sitting up there as a centrepiece.

“I bought it.” Alex tells you between sucking marks onto your neck.

“I told you not to buy any of my paintings at my show.” You say seriously as you tug on his hair so he’ll look at you again.

And when you see his stunning brown eyes again, he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, “I couldn’t not buy it when I saw it. I love it.”

Whilst that is heartwarming, you can’t help but be annoyed at him. You shake your head, telling him off, “Alex, it was eleven thousand pounds!”

“Best money I’ve ever spent.” He tells you and before you can argue with him, you feel your back being pressed up against a cool surface, and Alex distracrs you by asking, “Now will you please let me fuck you against the window like I’ve dreamed of doing since you mentionned it when we first walked into this place?”

“Fucking hell,” You’re truly shocked, you can’t believe that he’s remembered that after so long, “You’ve thought about that all this time?”

Your words honestly whirled around his mind each and every time you looked out of the widow whilst you were here. Your best friend remembers trapping you against that window like it was yesterday but in reality it was almost 10 years ago.

“Also, you’re going to judge me for saying this but imagine having sex and this was the backdrop,” You grin a little bit as you lean against the window.

Alex's eyes go wide at that. He didn’t need to picture having sex with you in his new home. He was moving out to get away from that.

“Are you saying you want to be fucked against a window?” Alex jokes, but he’s definitely curious to know the answer.

You smirk a little bit but just raise your eyebrows suggestively, “I’m just saying it would be pretty cool.”

“Never thought you’d be one to risk people seeing you,” Alex tells you.

“Could say the same for you,” You give him a pointed look.

Alex frowns in confusion but you just shake your head at him saying, “Don’t give me that look, everyone’s read that article about you and Alexa getting off at the NME awards and whoever saw you thought you were gunna shag until Alexa threw up in your mouth.”

Alex lets out a little laugh then but he shakes his head, “She didn’t throw up in my mouth. She stopped kissing me and threw up on the floor. And then I had to clean her up.”

“You’re not denying that you’d have sex where someone could see you,” You chuckle and lean cross your arms as you lean back a little more.

Alex steps forward then and stops just in front of you all while you maintain eye contact with him. Jesus, you look gorgeous today.

“Alright. I would yeah,” Alex admits. “Fuck someone against a window, sure.”

You grin knowing he definitely would, but what you don't expect is for his eyes to stay connected to yours as he says, “You’re right the view would be stunning.”

“You’re not looking out the window,” You point out with your eyebrows raised.

Alex nods, his eyes fixed on yours, “I know.”

“I’ve wanted to do this every time you were in here, Angel.” Alex tells you as he adjusts his hands to grip underneath your thighs again.

You shake your head, but the grin on your lips clearly lets your best friend know just how amused you are by this. If he wants to fuck you against the window that’s certainly fine by you.

You even go as far to pretend that you’re nonchalant by the idea. You just demand in a waiting tone, “Get on with it then.”

Alex smirks, nodding, “Yes Miss.” before trapping you in another kiss and he continues to fuck you at the same pace as before.

To say it was a dream come true would be the understatement of the century. Alex fucking loved every second of it.

From the way your body would rise and fall against his own from the force of his thrusts, to the sounds that you’d make when he was clearly hitting your G-spot over and over. Knowing from the look on your face as your head falls back against the window and he can see the pleasure written all over your face with each thrust.

You feel heavenly wrapped around him and the way you lose yourself, moaning loudly for him, “Oh fuck, Al.” and after another few sharp thrusts he can feel you getting closer to the edge. It’s just confirmed by the way you tug on his hair even harder than before as you gasp, “Alex, fuck.”

He’s sweating with pure desire running through his veins as he continues fucking you when he asks, “You gunna cum for me, Angel?”

“Yes.” You helplessly nod, now letting your head fall against his.

You're raggedly breathing and moaning onto the other's face for the last few thrusts. But when your orgasm hits, Alex feels you clench around him and your moans start ringing in his ears, you make him cum too.

Your vice-like grip of his hair doesn’t loosen until you’ve come down from your high. And you only realise how tightly you must have been pulling on his hair when you eventually let it go and open your eyes to see slightly more relief fill your best friend's post orgasm face.

He looks otherworldly. He’s sweaty, giving his skin that glowing shine that you always can’t help but admire when he’s on stage. Some of his hair is even falling in front of his face too and he looks fucking gorgeous. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world that could ever make him as happy as he seems to be. It feels like an honour and a privilege to get to see him like this… And it’s only for your eyes to see.

Before you get too lost in your thoughts, Alex traps you in another kiss. This time it’s sweet, loving, and slow. Like there’s no rush at all in the world. It’s another moment you’d happily lose yourself in.

Unfortunately you can’t pause time and keep yourself in this moment forever, so when you pull away you just admire your best friend for a few seconds more. You don’t seem to realise that Alex is doing exactly the same thing though.

“You were right.” He takes you a little by surprise by saying. And when you raise your eyebrows in a little confusion, Alex confirms, looking down at you and then keeping his eyes on yours as he says, “Stunning view.”

You can’t help but laugh as you try to stop your cheeks from heating up. You fail though so you just slowly shake your head at your best friend and say softly, “I adore you, you know?

The smile that lights up Alex’s face after you say that is a moment you’ll remember for the rest of your life. He grins, “I adore you too.”

And after one more kiss, Alex pulls away to say, “Come on Angel, let's go shower.”

~*~*~*~

After cleaning the smudged outline of your body from the window and your handprints from the one in front of your desk, you pick up the stationary from the floor, before going back to get your water and pour Alex one. As you walk back through the lounge to get to the stairs you turn back to admire the wall that is now home to your cherry blossom painting.

You have to admit, it looks great up there. It works really well as a centrepiece and it makes his apartment look finished… More homely. You’ve by no means forgiven him for buying it, but you do like the fact it went to a loving home.

Casting your eyes away from your painting, you head back upstairs with your drinks in hand. You’ve brought your bag up with you as well, with your merch hanging over the top of it so you can wear it when you decide to get dressed later on.

“What took you so long?” Alex pouts as you walk into the room.

You smile at him as you place both of your drinks down on his bedside table. As Alex takes a sip of his, you tell him a little white lie, “Was just admiring your new painting.”

He coyly grins at you then, expecting you to tell him off for buying it now you weren’t otherwise engaged but you surprise him when you don’t. Instead you just take another sip of your drink and after you ask him, “Can I charge my phone please?”

“Yeah,” Alex nods, reaching down beside his bedside table and the bed to grab the wire that had fallen, he pulls it back up and says, “There you go.”

A small ‘thank you’ leaves your lips but then when you unlock your phone and scroll down to see the notifications you’ve missed, you see a shitload from Matty.

“Fucking brilliant.” You sigh before you read them as you drop your bag and top to the floor beside the table.

Alex questions, “What?”

“Curly found out.” You don’t hesitate to tell him as you look back to your phone.

But Alex takes your attention back by saying, “Wasn’t aware it was a secret.”

“It’s not,” You shake your head, because you’re sick of secrets, you weren’t going to keep it from anyone, you just wanted a day where you could just live in peace with the decision you made, “I just asked Adam not to tell him last night.”

“Why?” Alex asks, as you finally click onto your messages.

“Because endless drunk texts and calls like I’ve received happens.” You tell him and take a proper look at what you received.

3 missed calls from Curly

Curly: Wheels

Curly: Please think about what you’re doing x

Curly: I’m not saying this because I’m jealous or spiteful, I’m just worried about you x

Curly: I don’t want him to mess with your head anymore, I’m just worried after what you said to me at your gallery x

Curly: Just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons x

Curly: At least let me know you got home alright???? x

Curly: Call me when you can, just want to make sure you’re alright xx

“I’ll call him later.” You sigh, tapping off of his contact.

“You can call him tomorrow.” Alex bargains, and after you glance back into his gorgeous brown eyes, he smiles, “Day with me remember.”

He makes you grin when he says that, and you don’t attempt to hide it as you say, “How could I forget?”

Glancing back at your phone, you see that your other best friend has also sent you a few texts and you have to stop yourself from grinning like a fool in front of Alex so he doesn’t ask about them.

Wifey: Hope you’re getting dicked down by Turner right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m home safe, enjoy yourself bestie xxxxx

And you see another that she’d sent you earlier this morning saying, which makes you smile just as much.

Wifey: Damn, no reply. He must be good x

Wifey: Hope you survived the night! Excited for the dirty details in a bit xoxox

But the best text on your phone this morning is from your soulmate, George Daniel.

Hubby: Slightly offended you didn’t wanna come home with me tbh. Next time Baby xx

You smile and shake your head as you put your phone down and give your attention back to your best friend who’s waiting in bed for you.

“Can we just sleep and chat all day because you really pulled a number on me.” You ask as you straddle him to move across the bed before you lie down beside him.

Alex chuckles a little at that, raising his arm up so you can slot yourself back into his side, “Feeling fragile?”

“This is the most sore I think I’ve ever felt, Al.” You half laugh at your aching body.

Your best friend smiles at that, feeling the need to ask if you think it was worth it, “You enjoy it though?”

“I don’t have any complaints,” You grin up at him, however, you poke his chest playfully and say, “But I will be complaining every time I move that I’m sore though.”

“I’m sorry.” Alex presses his lips together to stop himself from smiling.

“No, you’re not.” You playfully scoff at him because you knew he was in it to make you feel him when you eventually left. And you’re certain you’ll probably feel him for days.

Smirking, Alex says, “You’re right, I’m not.” before he slides his hand down your side, over your hips before resting it on your arse.

You push his hand away, having none of it, “Hands off my hips and arse.” for no other reason other than you’re littered in bruises. You don’t need any more.

“Jesus,” Alex laughs, moving his hand further up to your waist as he pulls you into him a little more, “I dread to think what you’d be like if I didn’t take you into the shower.”

You shake your head, “Don’t even want to think about how sore I’d be.”

When you’d eventually made it back upstairs last night after your best friend fucked you against the window, Alex could tell you were tender and felt the need to help you relax a little. And he knew that hot water would ease your muscles a lot, so you showered together.

You also got a lot of kisses on your lips whilst in there. So you prolonged your experience just for those too.

So his aftercare with you had been brilliant. He was affectionate and caring with you the whole time which after a night of rough sex felt really nice.

You feel like it even eased the aches your body was experiencing when you woke up 2 hours afterwards and the both of you had round 3. Round 3 started with Alex waking you up with kisses all over your neck and shoulder blade.

From being pressed against him in your cuddle, you could feel that he was hard again. Truly, you must applaud this man’s reboot and recovery time.

Knowing exactly what your best friend was after, you gave into him and after getting off with him in his bed with hands starting to roam again the both of you moved things along quickly. Yes it wasn’t technically nighttime anymore with more daylight pouring through his window than before, but it was still an ungodly hour of the morning. So you didn’t hesitate to ride your best friend's face and you shamelessly came quickly from that with how sensitive you still were.

Alex savoured every second, his hands groping your arse, making sure you didn’t move until you were cumming on his tongue. And the noises he had you making filled his room and echoed in his ears meaning every last sense Alex had, got him unbelievably turned on.

So much so that after you got off his face, you moved further down his body and sank yourself down onto his hard cock. Making your best friend moan out into his bedroom from just your movements alone was ego fuelling for you after being so submissive towards him earlier.

But in a way, Alex still had control of everything you were doing to him. His grip was tight on your hips, verbally and nonverbally encouraging you to continue. It was confirmed to you just how submissive you were to him during this round when his thumb ended up between your lips.

“So loud for me Angel,” Alex smirks up at you riding him and he reaches up to cup your jaw but his thumb runs over your lips until you part them for him and you know by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to keep you like this.

“I know I’ve got a nice cock but you’d wake the neighbours with how loud you’re being now.” Alex exaggerates a little but it works in his favour. He likes the way you suck on his thumb as it’s clearly an oral fixation that you need to mute just how loud your moans get.

It seemed to make you work harder towards achieving both of your orgasms though. Especially when Alex gives you more praise and encouragement to keep your hips moving at exactly the pace he wanted, so you could both finish at the same time.

You sucked his thumb until seconds before your orgasm hit you which was caused by Alex pressing the same thumb that was just in your mouth to your clit and it threw you over the edge. And as you came you all but collapsed onto your best friend, moaning loudly right into his ear which made him cum too.

It was truly so fucking amazing. And after cleaning yourselves up again, the both of you fell right back to sleep in each other's arms. And you stayed like that until you woke up earlier and tried to sneak out on him. But now, you’re glad you stayed and you’re thankful that it hasn’t been awkward in the slightest.

It feels normal. It feels right. And you feel comfortable so there was no need to try to escape in the first place.

Alex brings you back out of your thoughts by offering you a possible remedy for your aching body. “You can have another shower if that will make you feel any better?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” You promise, “Just doing nothing will help.” and you snuggle into him

~*~*~*~

After lying down and chilling in bed for a little bit longer, both of you decided to come downstairs and have a late breakfast. You’re sitting on the settee - where hours ago you were in a very different position - and Alex is on the other. Not because you wanted to be apart, purely because you’d just stretched your legs out when you sat down to eat.

The TV is on in the background and you’ve both got a bowl of cereal each and you’re happily chatting about anything and everything. You’ve just told him about an event you’ve been invited to which is essentially a networking event for different artists and a way to appreciate each other's work whilst also expanding your social network.

“Where’s that then?” Alex asks you curiously, both your eyes not really leaving the TV.

You have a spoonful of Frosties after telling him, “It’s at Somerset House.”

“Damn, that’s posh for a girl from Sheffield.” Alex jokes and you laugh and raise your eyebrows silently saying a joking ‘I know.’

You’re bound to feel some imposter syndrome, but you know that your work speaks for itself and you’re always up for appreciating other people's creations. You know you’ll have a good night regardless.

“Do you have to dress all fancy?” Alex asks as the both of you keep your eyes on the screen whilst you eat.

Despite you not really knowing if he even looks your way or not, you nod as you say, “Yeah, very formal one.”

“What are you going to wear to that then?” Your best friend asks you curiously.

But Alex thinks that even if he had all the time in the world to prepare for your answer, what you give him still would have knocked all the air from his chest.

“It gives me an excuse to finally get around to wearing that dress I was gonna wear on our date,” You say nonchalantly, “Forgot how good I felt in it.”

Thinking back to you and Y/B/F deciding what would be suitable or not to wear to the networking event made you smile. Especially her reminding you of how good you felt in the red dress that was just collecting dust in your wardrobe. It’ll definitely be nice to finally get some use out of it now you feel like you can. You need to remember to take it back down to London with you.

Both of you settle into what you assume to be a comfortable silence after that, nothing else particularly sparking any conversation as you eat. But clearly, it’s just you that's forgiven and forgotten because when you glance back at Alex a few seconds later, you can see that tears have flooded his eyes and they are just about to fall down his face.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” You ask shocked, completely discarding your cereal and going over to him.

You sit close beside him taking his bowl out of his hand and putting it on the coffee table. For a second he won’t look at you but you force him to, wanting him to start talking.

With your hand resting on his cheek, gently moving his head so he will look at you when he looks up again. Your heart hurts seeing him upset, especially when he tells you, “You know, I still have so much hate for myself for that day? As I rightly should.”

“I should have come and picked you up.” Alex’s voice chokes up when he looks at you with watery eyes as if pleading with reality itself. As if he could just rewrite the past by merely speaking it into existence. “I should have taken you out to that restaurant that I booked for us. And I should have kissed you before dropping you back off home. And maybe been cheeky enough to ask if I could come inside.”

Your best friend wipes away his own tears that fall from his brown eyes, and you feel like he’s practically looking into your soul when he says, “I’m honestly so so sorry. I just want you to know that I never meant a word I said that night.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, your best friend continues, “I just really don’t want you to think that I think that of you because I swear, I don’t. I truly don’t.” He takes a shaky breath then as tears continue to spill down his face.

“Alex, Darling.” You coax him to open his eyes and look at you then, still gently stroking his cheek. After shuffling a little closer to him, he does look at you and you finally get a chance to softly ask him, “Do you think I would have even entertained the thought of last night if I believed that you meant that in any way?”

You’re still cupping his face as you ask him this and your thumb wipes away the stray tears that keep falling. A little helplessly, Alex answers, sounding like he’s lost, “I don’t know.”

Raising your eyebrows but smiling at him, he seems to get some clarity back. Alex clears his throat before shaking his head, “No, you wouldn’t have.”

The realisation that you have forgiven him fully though makes Alex’s eyes well up again and your heart aches for him. Without hesitating, you move so you’re straddling him so you can hug him close to you.

“Aw Al, come here.” You throw your arms around his neck and you’re thankful when you feel his arms go around your back. You swear, “I promise you, it’s okay. It’s long forgotten in my mind.”

Your best friend hugs you like you’re about to disappear. And it’s a hug that he clearly really needs so you don't rush him. Sitting there for about a minute in his arms until he’s calmed down a little bit, you only let go of each other and you sit back on his lap when Alex croaks out, “I just can’t forget you saying that our first time was a mistake... That still hurts because I don’t regret sleeping with you at all.”

Bless his heart. You’re shocked that from all the things you said to each other that day, that’s the thing that stuck with him the most.

“Al, I don’t regret it.” You shake your head, promising him, “It wasn’t a mistake. I just said it because I was upset.”

His brown eyes go wide then. Like he doesn’t believe you as he asks, “Really?”

“Yeah,” You nod, letting your thumb run over his cheek again to gently comfort him as you smile, “Still one of the best decisions we ever made.”

“Really?” The disbelief that you mean that ringing clear in his voice.

“Yeah, of course.” You nod with a bright smile. You even go as far as to say, “I don’t think we’d be here right now if we didn’t do that back then and-”

Alex’s thumb gently comes up to your bottom lip then, stopping you from continuing. But he just gently shakes his head and explains, “I don’t want to think of a reality where you aren’t in my life, Angel.”

That causes your heart to ache for him then because you don’t want to think of a world in which he’s not a part of your life either. You assure him, “I’m here for good.” And laugh a little as you add, “Until you tell me to fuck off anyways.”

Alex shakes his head. A silent way of telling you that’s never going to happen.

You smile and go back to the previous subject, “Besides, I don’t think we would have been such close friends if it didn’t happen back then. Do remember that secret bound us for twelve years.”

Softly, Alex sighs as he starts playing with the rings on your fingers, “I still wish it was our secret.”

“I don’t.” You tell him, causing him to look back up into your eyes as you smile, “We’re here now because it’s not.”

After smiling at each other for a minute, Alex goes back to twisting your rings round on your fingers. The only thing that breaks your comfortable silence is your best friend apologising again, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You promise him.

“It’s not.” He shakes his head, “I’m just so sorry I called you that.”

Again, you’re about to tell him that you’ve forgiven him but Alex continues before you can, saying something that surprises you a little, “And I shouldn’t have called Peter a slag in Fluorescent Adolescent either.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. But he did turn out to be one and he was a prick.” You shrug, not exactly minding the Peter slander but you get where he’s coming from. “So we live and we learn.”

“I know.” Alex nods, sighing a little before he explains, “It was me being arsey because I was worried about you and I didn't know it at the time but I was clearly just a jealous twenty year old.”

You immediately cringe hearing how long ago that was, “Oh my god, we are old. Don’t say ages.”

“We’re not old.” Alex smiles, “I’m thirty-three and you will be too in a few months.”

“Exactly.” The thought disgusts you. You still feel like you’re 22 so you reiterate that you’re both, “Old fuckers.”

Alex chuckles at that but what he says next makes you pause. Your best friend says with absolutely no hesitation, “We may be old fuckers but as long as we still fuck good, then I see no issue.”

And you absolutely lose it. You start laughing loudly when he says that and you’re wheezing when you tell him, “That’s going in my poetry book.”

Your laughs are contagious because he’s started chuckling at your reaction. He’s also adamant when he says, “I want the credit.”

You nod, still laughing and you try to calm down but you end up wheezing, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Only when your laughter dies down does Alex say, “True though, isn’t it?”

Your giggles linger as you lean in a little closer to ask, “I don’t know, do I still fuck good?”

“You’re the most perfect little sub I could have asked for.” Alex grins up at you.

You roll your eyes at that playfully but you explain to him, “I’m not always a sub like that Alex but when you push my skirt up, spank me, and make me fuck your fingers as soon as we’re in the room it sets the mood.”

“I thought you were a little too perfect if you were just a sub.” Alex smiles as his hands run soothingly up your thighs.

“Well, yeah, you know?” You shrug, not really knowing what to say without getting all embarrassed.

“You’re not going to dom me today then?” Alex cheekily asks, already knowing the answer he’s going to get but if he doesn’t ask he definitely won't get.

Shaking your head, you chuckle, “I don’t think I’ll be touching anyone for a while, thank you.”

The smile that finds its way to Alex’s lips then could light up a room. He looks so gorgeous with such a bright grin on his face. It makes your heart flutter.

“There’s that smile” You grin, absolutely adoring the fact a smile is back on his gorgeous face. You lean forwards the slightest bit but instruct him, “Come here and kiss me.”

“Actually, I take it back.” Alex says as his hand comes up to cup your cheek.

You narrow your eyes at him, furrowing your eyebrows a little when you ask, “What?”

“I like it when you ask if you can kiss me.” Alex grins and you have to force yourself not to smile.

You shake your head, pretending to be annoyed as you try not to laugh, “Get fucked Alex.”

“I’m trying.” He smiles before pulling you down into the kiss.

Kissing him really is like a breath of fresh air and it's no surprise when both of you get lost in the gesture entirely. Initially, it’s sweet and innocent, just cute kisses that you share that say that the both of you are okay after a relatively heavy chat. But of course the both of you don’t show any restraint.

When Alex deepens the kiss, the mood changes and the air becomes charged. And when his lips start tracing your jaw to eventually find your neck you find yourself wanting to start grinding on him.

You don’t let yourself and you aim to stop your best friend from getting carried away too.

“Right, stop.” You route your fingers in his hair giving it a halfhearted tug so he stops abusing your neck, “We’re not teenagers, I don’t need my neck marking up more than it already is.” You tell him because your whole body is fucking littered in bruises his mouth had left on you.

“Sorry,” Alex says sarcastically into your neck, not stopping at all. But he does ask, “Shall I just go back to your thighs?”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You groan, only being half serious.

Alex laughs when he argues, “You love it.” and he feels no resistance at all when he starts kissing your neck again.

You really do, and he knows this so he doesn't believe you when you say, “You wish.”

And he certainly doesn’t believe it when you start grinding down on him or when you moan a little at him doing it. Alex certainly doesn’t believe that you don’t want to shag him again when you start practically dry humping him and whimpering and whining for him when he helps you by grabbing your hips and pulling you into him more.

After a while, you’re both left breathless and you’ve clearly reached the end of your tether because when you pull away from another intense kiss, your eyes are filled with pure lust as you tell him to, “Take your top off.”

Alex smirks, doing exactly what you’re asking of him but he also cheekily asks, “Thought you said you weren’t going to dom me today?”

“Alexander,” You warn him, “Shut up unless you want me to stop.”

He just laughs, “Sorry Miss Y/L/N.”

After getting off with him for a few more minutes, you get to the point where you need more clothes to be removed. You don't even say anything as you get yourself up off him, your hands just find the waistband of the joggers he’s wearing got yourself up off him, stripping them off him along with his boxers exposing his hard cock.

You take the boxers you stole from him this morning off yourself before straddling your best friend and lining him up with you so you can sink down on him immediately. Both of you then proceed to make each other feel amazing one last time. It isn’t rough like it was last night, it’s slow and drawn out.

Both knowing that you won’t give in to the temptation again, you made the most of it. Alex pulls his hoodie off you seconds after you feel the pleasurable stretch of him being inside you again and after it’s off and you start riding him, the moans that fall from your lips has Alex in total awe of you.

You’re a feast for his eyes and ears. If this is going to be the last time he wants to memorise every second just as much as he wants to feel you.

If asked, Alex would most likely say this is the most drawn out sex he’d ever had. Neither of you are chasing orgasms like you were doing last night, you’re both just letting it slowly build.

And after endless kisses, praises, encouragements, your orgasms build and build until you both can’t stop them from consuming you. When the sensation inevitably hits you both, it’s unlike anything Alex had experienced before. It’s really intense and the slow build of it made the release even better.

You fall forward into Alex's chest, all hot and sweaty, when you eventually stop trying to ride out your high. You feel euphoric and you just need a minute to bask in it.

As you hide yourself away into his shoulder, Alex catches his breath too, and you focus on the feeling of his hand running up and down the middle of your back. Then you feel him placing a kiss on your shoulder, and a few up to your neck, which you would bet money on would have a bruise tomorrow.

“Yeah,” Alex then whispers in your ear, “You’re definitely an Angel.”

This makes you giggle into his neck and once you regain the ability to move, you kiss your best friend a few times before you escape to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

~*~*~*~

“I just want someone who I can spend all day in bed with on a Sunday listening to music. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.” You sigh as you settle back into bed beside your best friend. “That’s the dream.”

Alex smiles, “Well I can pretend it’s Sunday.”

You giggle and you press your lips to his playfully. The both of you have ended up kissing a lot these past few hours. You’re unapologetically getting them every chance you can.

Today, you would guess you’ve had more kisses than you did the day after with Matty, but Matty knows you like the back of his hand. He knows when you need affection and it was always after sex. Especially after rough sex.

But you and Alex haven’t done this before. Not like this anyway. So it just leaves you both a bit dazed and you get the kisses you crave. If anything you’ve stocked up on them.

Once you part, and you’re just lying down facing each other, you smile as you think out loud, “You know, I think it’s your fault I need kisses after nights like that.”

Alex smiles, not arguing with your logic, but he does question, “Why’s it my fault?”

“Because that’s how you made sure I was okay the first time.” You surprise Alex at the details you remember from all those years ago. Even more so that you noticed, “You did it last night too... The first time anyway.”

Alex just smiles, not wanting to confirm or deny anything. He just playfully teases, “I knew you were being needy because you wanted me to kiss you.”

You scoff in betrayal, “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“It wound you up, didn’t it?” Alex smirks, and that’s all you need to know that he didn’t kiss you on purpose. You frown at him, pretending to be annoyed, but it works in your favour because Alex just cuddles up to you and kisses you once before reminding you, “Typically Y/N/N, there’s not a lot of kissing in angry sex.”

“It wasn’t proper angry sex though.” You counter argue, “Like it was great, don’t get me wrong. But like it wasn’t a hate fuck, it was a ten-years-worth-of-sexual-tension fuck.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Alex shrugs, giving in and pressing his lips to yours again.

You grin, “I usually am.”

“Damn, my Angel’s getting cocky.”

You grin but you decide to playfully bring up a few things from last night that you don’t want repeating after today, “Don’t be getting possessive again today. You had your fun with that last night.”

When he kept asking you things like 'who's are you?’ and ‘who’s making you feel good?’ you were giving him the answers he wanted to hear at that moment. Answers that were going to give you your orgasm or not, so you chose the easy path for answering them.

“Yeah that was nice for me.” Alex sighs, feeling very relaxed as he replays that audio in his mind.

“Don’t let it get to your head.” You interrupt his thoughts, “I’m my own. Yeah, you were making me feel good in the moment but you don't own me.”

Alex just smiles at you instead and jokes, “Stepping on my ego Angel.”

“Well,” You shrug, “Someone has too.”

“I know, I know.” Alex grins, pulling you into his body more, loving the feeling of you being back beside him. “Surprised you didn’t do the same back to me before to be honest.”

You were definitely in control of every movement before. Their were praises and encouragements from both of you but Alex was truly surprised you didn’t decide to level the playing field.

You say confidently and proudly, “Didn’t have to ask to know that all you could think about was me.”

Both of you share a grin and you kiss him softly a few times again before you say, “Thank you by the way.”

Alex frowns a little not knowing, “What for?”

“For taking care of me when I lost myself.” You explain. “It’s good to know I can lose myself and I’ve got someone who will look after me.”

Alex knows you’re talking back when he pulled out last night and you got a little upset about it. He doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed about it at all so he just assures you, “You don’t need to thank me, Angel. I guess I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckle, keeping the topic lighthearted, “You were right. It was worth the pay off in the end, but fucking hell, I’m never doing that again.”

Alex can’t stop himself from asking, “What? Fucking me again or edging?”

“The edging.” You say without a second thought which actually surprises your best friend. Thinking back to it, you sign, “That was definitely enough for me.”

Alex’s hand runs down your side again, teasingly over your hip and when he grabs your arse to pull you into him again, Alex jokes, “I just won’t push you as much next time.”

“Stop it.” You laugh, once again pushing his fake advances away.

After this, both of you settle down and Alex flicks on the TV in his room. The music channel goes on first when you’re still chatting to each other but because the genre doesn’t suit either of you, the both of you settle for watching a film.

You try your hardest to stay awake for it but with each passing second it becomes harder and harder. You have your head buried into Alex’s neck as you’re pressed into his body. To try and keep yourself awake by playing with his hair with your hand that was just previously resting on his chest.

Ultimately, you fail to stay awake though and when you wake up you can tell by the audio from the film that you’ve missed a lot of it. Your hand that is just now resting on the nape of his neck moves back up so your fingers can tangle into the roots of his hair and you keep on moving your fingers through it.

You place a few kisses on your best friend's neck, mostly just to tell him that you’re awake again as you don’t know how long you dozed off for. You can feel his arm around your back trailing his fingertips up and down your side gently for a few minutes, which is fine but you don’t know how it isn’t tickling you.

However, his hand goes down to rest on your arse and you go tense. You say, “Please don’t.”

Your best friend says quietly as if it wasn’t just you and him in the room, “But you were just teasing me.”

“I was letting you know I was awake again.” You tell him.

“I didn’t know you fell asleep.”

You ask, “Can you remove your hand then?”

“No,” You can practically hear Alex smirk before he rubs over your arse like he did last night after he spanked you.

You warn him, “Al,-”

But you’re interrupted by him slapping your arse which makes you release a little yelp as your whole body tenses after you jumped. It also meant that your hand that was in his hair ended up becoming a fist to you pulled on his hair.

You take a deep breath into his neck before relaxing again as you feel him rub over the tender area.

You tilt your head up to look at him and threaten, “Do that again and I will go and get the clippers and cut your fucking hair off.”

But your best friend just smirks, “And you have my full consent to do that.” before he slaps your arse even harder this time.

Unsurprisingly, you jump like last time, pulling on his hair again as your head buries itself into his neck to try and deal with the sensation, but a pleasured whine also leaves your lips. His hand just starts gently rubbing your arse again to soothe the pain for you.

“Get up.” You tell him once the pain has dissipated, and you pull on the vest top he’s wearing, “Say goodbye to your hair.”

And you fully did go and get the clippers to cut his hair with. You pulled him down the stairs with you, sitting him in the stool at the large island in his kitchen and started to split his hair into 4 sections. So you could cut the majority of it off before you cut it all short.

You did ask, “Are you sure you’re gunna let me do this?”

“Yeah,” Alex nods, clearly wanting this to happen and he likes seeing you when you’re on a mission anyway. He gives you the all clear when he says, “It’s time for another change.”

“Okay then, keep still.” You smile, absolutely loving the fact it’s you who gets to do this.

You cut above the first bobble and gasp when the plait you just made sits in your hand leaving Alex with a patch of uneven short hair.

You’re grinning like a fool when you lie it down in front of him on the island and you reach for the next plait as you say, “Okay so I’m guessing that you felt some sort of power over me last night but let me tell you now, this is the ultimate power play. I’m loving this.”

Alex can’t help but laugh at that as he picks up the free plait, surprised by how long his hair actually was, “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I truly am.” You grin before you start cutting the next one with your scissors. “This is so fun.”

As you continue, you notice that you’re not the only one that had been left with marks on their skin from last night's activities. You hadn’t noticed before now that you must have been really scratching Alex’s back because there are red lines peaking through the top of the vest he wears. It does make you wonder how far they go down but you’re not going to ask him to take his top off.

And after 5 minutes, there are 4 plaits sitting in front of Alex and after another 5 you have done a number 2 buzz cut all over his head and you actually can’t believe it’s your best friend sitting in front of you anymore.

“Oh my god,” You run your hand over his now evenly cut hair, you gasp, “My Alex is goneee.”

Alex chuckles looking at the slight panic in your eyes, but he eases your worries, “It’ll grow back.”

“Oh my god, you know what you should have done?” Alex raises his eyebrows at you to continue, so you do, “We should have done this before Halloween so you could have gone as two face.”

You see your best friend's eyes light up at the thought of that. He even says, “Damn, that’s such a sick idea.”

“You’ll have to go as Kingpin instead now.” You chuckle, unable to stop yourself from running your hand over his now bald head. “Or Lex Luther.”

Alex grins up at you, “You’re full of good ideas today.” before he pulls you into a quick kiss.

You grin into it and when you pull away, you look up at his hair again and say, “I kinda want my hair cut now.”

Alex raises his eyebrows at you causing you to look into his eyes again but you just correct yourself, “Not as short as yours but maybe up to my shoulder.”

Your hair is long and it has been for years. You’ve not really had it short since you were a teenager because you kept it shorter back then but now you think about it, you sort of fancy the change again.

“If you trust me enough? I could do it for you?” Alex offers and you absolutely jump at the chance.

“Yeah, please.” You grin, now being really excited for it.

Alex makes you take a seat where he was previously sitting as he grabs the brush and cleans up his hair that had fallen to the floor.

“This is the sort of thing Matty would go on a live for.” You grin, going back to your conversation when you were cutting his hair about how you’ve never done an Instagram live before.

Alex tells you, “Do it whilst I cut your hair?”

“Are you sure?” You ask him seriously, knowing how he likes to keep private so it makes you a little concerned.

But he surprises you by saying, “Yeah, I really don’t mind. It gives you some practice anyway for if you wanna do one whilst you're drawing or painting.”

“Okay,” You smile, “I’ll just go grab my phone and get dressed properly.”

When you run back down stairs a few minutes later, you’re wearing black joggers like the ones Alex is currently wearing and you put your 1975 merch on. And as you take a seat on the stool at the island, you ask your best friend, “Right, I’m going live. Are you sure you’re alright with that?”

“Yeah, go for it,” Alex nods, “It’s your hair.”

“It’s gunna be you in the video.” You remind him, “It’s your privacy.”

Alex comes over, presses a kiss to your lips and pulls away to tell you, “Just do it.”

“Fine.” You do as you’re told after that and you start the Instagram live.

You’re unsure whether it’s working or not as it shows you your front facing camera but no comments or any of the love hearts coming up or not. But then you see one.

“Oh my god, Al, we have a person watching,” You get all excited when you see 1 in the top right hand corner, but then you see it immediately snap up to over 500 and then 900 and you say, “Oh, loads joined.”

“Hey everyone.” You smile into the camera and give them a little wave. Alex hovers in the background behind you and when you prop your phone up and sit back, he comes into the frame a little more. His bald head still shocking you a little bit.

“Okay,” You say to your phone, “So I don’t do these and neither does he, so bare with us. I’ve just cut his hair off and it was so satisfying that I want mine cut off too.”

“Not bald though.” You say to Alex who comes and stands closer to you, and you gesture to your phone, “Just for confirmation and I’ve got witnesses now so you definitely can’t.”

“Right, so am I just cutting it off or have you got a plan?” Alex asks with a smile, and he comes and runs his fingers through the ends of your hair before twirling it around a little bit.

“Right so, I want a blunt cut shoulder length bob I think, so I’m thinking section it. Then cut the length off before tidying it up.” You tell him.

“Jesus, right okay…” Alex looks a little baffled and he doesn’t really know how he’s going to do it. Not knowing where to start, he asks, “How’d we do that?”

“I need bobbles. Please tell me you have more.”

Alex nods, “Yeah, just a sec.” and he proceeds to run upstairs to supposedly grab a packet.

You then take a look at the comments coming through about Alex’s hair and they make you laugh. Everyone is obviously shocked by it and you can’t help but laugh at their comments that are practically all in caps.

“I know,” You chuckle, “He looks about ten years older with his hair gone.”

As you’re reading through a few more though, you see a familiar account pop up.

1975adam: Hey B x

You smile brightly and there’s excitement in your voice as you say, “Oh hey Ads!”

You love that your cousin has joined the stream. But as you keep an eye on the comments, you get offended when you see what he says.

1975adam: Don’t cut your hair!

You laugh at that but shake your head, “I’m sorry but it’s going. I need a change and it’s so satisfying to cut off. It’ll look good.”

“Right, I have them.” Alex tells you as he runs down the stairs and comes back over to you.

You thank him as you take the bobbles from him, but you tell him to, “Say hey to Adam.”

“What is he connected to you on it?” Alex asks you before looking at your phone anyway and smiling, “Y’alight Adam.”

“No, you dinosaur.” You shake your head, “He said hey in the comments and then told me not to cut my hair.”

Alex clearly doesn’t care about what Adam had to say after you insulted him though, because he just looks at you offended and says, “I’m literally five months older than you, why are you calling me a dinosaur?”

“Because you now look about forty five.” You joke in a serious tone and the way his face falls almost makes you crack.

Alex frowns at you then, a hurt tone to his voice as he says, “You said I looked alright.”

“I’d give you a solid four stars out of five” You say semi seriously but then you start giggling.

Alex just stands there with his eyebrows raised looking disappointed. That may be the worst joke he’s ever heard you tell.

“What? That’s unheard of, Al.” You carry on with a massive smile on your face.

Alex looks ashamed to call you his friend as he shake his head, “That was the worst series of jokes I’ve ever heard”

“Yet you're grinning like you’ve just bought me another ghost cookie.” You counter argue with a grin.

“Right, come on. Let’s do my hair.” You say before you get any more back chat.

You section your hair before you start putting bobbles where you want them and Alex matches it up the same length at the back. Then you put another bobble about half an inch below that one and then you and Alex plait the ends so you can donate your hair, like Alex said he was going to do with his.

Alex cuts the back sections first which scares you because he keeps pretending that he’s doing it wrong but you’re quite thankful when the plaits come out okay and he tells you it looks good. When he comes around to your front to do it you carefully watch his actions best you can without moving your head.

You’re not too fussed if it goes wrong. You’ll probably go to the hairdressers at some point to get it all cut and styled properly anyway.

“Please don’t fuck the front up.” You tell your best friend as he crouches in front of you to cut the two sections at the front.

Alex looks up at you and warns, “If you stop distracting me it may come out half decent.”

“Sorry Darling,” You’ve found the perfect opportunity to take the piss a little bit. You run your hand over his new hair cut again, “Can’t stop looking at your bald head.”

“Right,” Alex gives you a stern look as he reminds you, “You're the one that cut it all off. Stop taking the piss out of it.”

“I’m just saying what they are thinking.” You grin at him as you gesture to your phone.

Alex warns you, “Carry on with the insults and you’ll just get the clippers on your head too.”

“So nasty to me.” You leave his head alone and you let him get back to it with a grin on your lips.

He pokes you in your side causing you to jump so you punched his arm

“Cut my hair,” You whine knowing that punch did absolutely nothing other than make him laugh. You sigh as you say, “I miss the days when that punch would have hurt you.”

“It’s called a gym Angel,” Alex jokes with a smirk, “Use one.”

You scoff at him saying that, “You’re such a bastard, I have a personal trainer I go to every week.”

“Do you now?” Alex asks, his interest peaking as he starts cutting your hair again. “Since when?”

“Since suddenly you and Miles, Matty, Ross, and Adam have all proper toned up.” You tell him and then add, “And I get bored in London.”

Alex chuckles at that but asks, “What about George?”

You look at your best friend like he’s grown another head. You tell him, “George has always been fit.”

Alex laughs at that and nods to your phone, “You just told all them that you fancy your ex’s best mate. Amazing.”

“It’s not like Matty doesn’t know. Used to always joke about it. I still joke about it.” You laugh looking at your phone then. You smile brightly when you say, “Love you George, if you’re watching.”

You get all smiley after that, and start thinking back and reminiscing about your Manchester group of friends. But that gentle giant in particular.

“You know, when I first met George he was the cutest little thing.” You start getting nostalgic, telling your best friend, “He was thirteen and so tiny. He literally came up to there on me.”

Raising your hand to the top of your boobs to estimate George’s height to Alex and he laughs, asking a quiet, “Really?”

You nod, “He was so cute I just wanted to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him. And then one year I went back up for Mattys 18th and he’d grown up and I was so sad.”

Alex nods laughing at your pouting, “Now he’s just all muscle and you fancy him apparently.”

“Yeah.” You nod, sighing thinking about what life could have been like if you held out and waited for George Daniel.

“Did you see the picture that Adam posted of him?” Alex brings you out of your thoughts, “He’s ripped.”

“The one where he’s in the doorway and Matty’s sat down?” You double check despite knowing exactly what picture he’s talking about.

You definitely screenshotted it the second it was posted.

“Yeah.” Alex nods.

“Yeah,” You tease Alex and tell him seriously, “It’s my laptop screen.”

The shocked look your best friend gives you then makes you giggle and shake your head.

“George,” You turn to your phone and laugh, “I’m joking, I swear.”

After Alex tells you he doesn’t believe you when he cuts another plait off, you tell him, “My laptop screen is actually of us all.”

“Where?” Your best friend wonders. Not being able to remember a time where you were all together and got a group picture.

“When we were all at Leeds Fest.” You remind him, “The one Charlie took of us all after your set.”

Alex remembers what happens after that was taken and whilst it still leaves a sour taste in his mouth, he does actually like that image. He remembers your reaction to Charlie sending it though a week later, it was really heart warming seeing your smile, just like your smile when Alex tells you, “I really like that photo.”

“So do I.” You grin.

After that, Alex cuts that last plait off and you take the bobbles out of your hair. Before you start getting excited though, your best friend makes you stay sat down so he can cut between the sections and make sure all your hair is nice and level.

You also tell him to angle the scissors upwards and cut into your hair a little bit to thin it out. And that seems to go okay so after 10 minutes, you’re absolutely buzzing with the result.

“Oh my god, I love it.” You say as you look into your phone so you can see what the cut looks like because there’s no mirror directly around. You’re a little stunned and the people watching can tell when you say, “You actually did well. What the fuck?!”

“Just call me a hairdresser now.” Alex grins, looking at how happy you are.

“I’ll give you a good review,” You grin, and you can’t stop running your fingers through your now short hair, “Oh my god, I fucking love it.”

After looking at yourself for a moment, you turn to your best friend and ask, “Can you remember when my hair was last this short?”

“Probably when we were seventeen.” Alex smiles at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

You give him a knowing look with a hint of a smile and he grins back at you. Trying not to blush thinking back to when you lost your virginity to your best friend, you look back to your phone.

It seems to be a perfect time because a few seconds later, you see another familiar name pop up.

matthelders: Looks nice Cupcake x

“Awh,” You repeat it for Alex, “Matt said I look nice. Thank you Helders, love you.”

You can’t help but think that’s nice of him even though you’re not in the best of places with him at the moment. Of course, you’ll never stop being friends with him but you don’t regret your actions to the situation at all.

“Adam,” You say to the phone, hoping your cousin is still watching, “I told you it would look good.”

A comment comes through then which really makes you really smile.

trumanblack: Stunning Sweetheart xx

“Thanks Matty.” You grin even more.

After this, you ask the people who are watching to give you and Alex a few questions so you don’t have to go off immediately. And Alex seems happy enough to do this, even telling them to ask whatever comes to mind.

There’s certainly a few unhinged ones that you don’t read out but they do make you smile at how fucking random and thirsty some of them are. They make Alex silently chuckle too as he can see your phone.

He’s standing behind you now and you’re leaning back against him. His hands are messing with the ends of your hair and he keeps glancing down at your phone to see what people are saying.

“Ooo,” A question peaks your interest then, “Someone just asked what yours and mine favourite song is from Tranquillity Base?”

“Difficult question.” Alex says after a second.

You nod, “It really is.” and you think about it for a minute.

Your best friend gets in their first though, saying, “I think I have one.”

“Okay, go on.” You gesture for him to continue.

You shouldn’t even be surprised when he says, “Golden Trunks.”

“Of course it fucking is.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Alex fakes innocence, glancing down at you.

“You know exactly what.” You raise your eyebrows, turning to give him a knowing look.

As soon as you heard that song you knew it was about you. The dead give away being the lyric, ‘sometimes I fantasise about you too’.

If that isn’t a clear reference to the time you nearly had phone sex with him, you don’t know what is. You admitted to him that night that you still thought about your first time. At least now you’ll have something else to think about too.

“What’s your favourite?” Alex asks you.

“I’d say Star Treatment but you reference that shit film, so I’d say-” You start but get interrupted.

Alex playfully slaps your forehead in response to you saying that, “How dare you!”

Starting to laugh, you tell him, “Sorry but it’s true.”

“Blade Runner is a classic.” Alex tells you sternly, “I will tolerate no slander.”

You just roll your eyes and say, “It’s boring Alex.” and you brace for another slap but it never comes.

“Have you even seen it?” Is all your best friend asks you,

“I watched half of it with Matty years ago and then we stopped watching.” You tell him truthfully.

Alex has never been more offended, “You didn’t make it till the end? You turned Blade Runner off?”

Your cheeks go a little hot as you try to tell him, without actually telling him, “Didn’t turn it off per say, but we weren’t paying attention to it…”

You’ve never seen him more disappointed. “I hate you.” Alex tells you, not believing his best friend Netflix and Chilled to one of the best films of all time because you got bored.

“Sure you do, Darling.” You shake your head, knowing he’s all talk. “So, I’d say my favourite is One Point Perspective because you’re funny when you pretend to lose your train of thought.”

Alex just shakes his head at you, still not forgiving you for the slander on one of his favourites. But you just look back at your phone to look for more questions.

He clearly doesn’t hate you because he’s back to playing with your hair and making you lean back against him. You both answer a few more, but you fucking lose it when you see another comment from Matt.

matthelders: nah i actually can’t look at alex. he just looks like professor x

“Oh my god!” You burst out laughing, “Helders just said that you look like Professor X!”

Alex scoffs, “Tell Helders to fuck off.” before he flips off the camera.

“I think he’s heard you.” You wheeze, still almost crying from laughter. But then a thought comes to mind and you have to ask, “Wait Matt, McAvoy or Stewart?”

Alex shakes his head and walks away from you then, saying loud enough for those to hear through your phone, “If he says Stewart I’ll-”

You start belly laughing when you see Matt confirming he meant Stewart. To the point where you’re crying, you’re finding it that funny.

“Are you actually crying right now?” Alex asks as he comes back over to flip the camera off again, knowing without having to say anything that you’re laughing because his mate essentially called him an old man.

When you get a grip of yourself again, you ask Alex, “Who do I look like?”

“If you dyed your hair, you’d look like Scarlett Johanson in Winter Soldier.” Alex tells you which shocks you a little bit.

“Oh my god, are you being serious?” You ask, rather flattered.

Alex nods, “Yeah.”

You’re a bit jaw dropped at that, “She’s fit.”

“I know.” Alex chuckles.

“Wait, I’ve just been laughing at you for about five minutes and you’ve just given me a compliment.” You notice, things not adding up.

“I know, I’m too nice to you.” Alex smiles, but then teases you by saying, “I also thought that Edna from The Incredibles would have been a bit too much.”

“Alex!” You cackle, not expecting that to fall from his mouth.

The grin your best friend gives you then is heartwarming. Even though he’s just insulted you, his laugh is contagious and his smile makes you feel giddy.

You take the insult on board though, “That’s not even an insult though because she’s the smartest one out of them all.”

“Same sort of goes for real life, doesn’t it?” Alex grins, trapping you in a hug, “You’re the creative one.”

“You literally create music for a living.” You shake your head, slightly confused by his logic.

“I mean visually creative. Out of all of us, them included,” Alex smiles and gestures to your 1975 top that has all of your boys on it, he says, “You’re definitely the smartest of us.”

You nod, “That’s because you’re all men.”

“Why do you have so many guy friends?” Alex questions, having never really thought about it too much.

“Well, we all lost half of our mates after college and no one stuck around after uni so all my close friends are you guys.” You shrug and then you add with a little laugh, “Thought it would be less drama but look how that turned out.”

“Yeah.” Alex smiles, knowing that you’re talking about the love triangle drama. He chuckles, “Didn’t plan that out well.”

Both of you settle in your positions again, with you leaning back against him as you read through the comments coming through on your phone. Alex brings his hand up into your hair and ruffles it out a bit after a little head massage. You smile at what your hair looks like as he didn’t it a few times as you both read the comments coming in.

You smile at the feeling and with the way it looks once he did it. You lent back into him a little more as you watch comments fly in about who you both looked like. Both of you laughing every now and again at who you’re compared to.

“I’m just getting absolutely slated here.” You laugh, “They all just wanna see your bald head.”

You’ve got the camera tilted down to you a little more so it’s cutting off Alex’s face. You just want to respect his privacy a little more so you just try and keep the camera on you.

Alex shakes his head, telling you and everyone else, “They will get enough pictures of me on tour.”

“The new merch come through yet?” You look up at him curiously.

“Yeah, I’ve got them back in London.” Alex nods, “Sorry, I forgot to give them you.”

“It’s alright, I’m stocked up on 75 merch at the moment.” You grin, showing the camera your top.

You have the white one where you put a colour over each of the pictures of the 1975 boys and ‘ABIIOR’ and their logo across the front ot it. And you nod when Alex asks you, “You design this one?”

“I put colours on and a bit of effect, yeah.” You nod, “I just do what I do for yours though. I just send them a file and they can pick what they like.”

You smile a little when you say, “They are more picky than you though, I get stuff sent back to either add on or take away. I guess it depends if Matty’s in a minimalist mood or not when he looks at them.”

Alex chuckles at that and after a few more questions that you read to Alex that peaks your interest, you begin to sign off.

“Right, I’ll show his bald head for the twitter stans who have migrated to insta just for him.” You say getting up from your seat and you walk round the island to Alex who’s now started making you some tea.

“Al, smile.” You tell your best friend but he just looks at the camera with a blank face, so you tell him off, “You never fucking smile on pictures, smile for people.”

And when you still get nothing, you ask him, “Smile for me?”

When the smile comes to his face and you get a cute picture of the both of you smiling into the camera for the live stream, you grin, “Thanks.”

“Right you lot. Thank you for going through this scary experience. Twitter stans, I’m sorry about his hair. Blasphemous to cut it I know, but he wanted it gone. And my guess is that he just wanted to look like Miles.” You joke, finding yourself funny.

“Is Miles on?” Alex asks.

“No, your boyfriend isn’t on.” You joke and Alex rolls his eyes.

“I’ll text him and tell him to watch.” Your best friend says and you can’t stop grinning at the way he wants Miles to watch.

Alex clocks why you’re smiling like that though and he says, “Can you stop?”

“No, you and Miles are too cute at your gigs.” And you show him to the camera again when you pretend he's blushing, “Don’t go all red on us now.”

Alex just pulls you back into him, giving you a warning with his eyes, and he looks from you to your phone as he says, “I’ll comment when you aren’t speaking to... Fucking hell, nine point two thousand people.”

“I know what you were gunna say so just don’t say it at all.” You shake your head, knowing he was probably going to say something crude about last night.

“You look so weird.” You grin, taking in his bald head again.

“Stop being nasty!”

“I’m not being nasty.” You swear, “I had the same reaction when Matty did it. And when Miles did it! I’ve literally known you since we were five, you look weird with no hair.”

You even offer to let him make content about you, “I’ve not had short hair since we were seventeen, isn’t that weird for you?”

Alex just shrugs, smirking a little as he says, “No, I'm just getting flashbacks.”

You poke him in his side for that and let ten thousand people watch as you make him jump. Of course he scorns you for it, but you distract him when you see Miles comment pop up.

“Cute,” You read it out loud for him, “Miles just said both our hair looks good and that he’s excited for your gig.”

You smile at that knowing that Miles going with the Monkeys for a few weeks when they go back on tour. And Alex smiles at what his best friend said too, “Thanks buddy.”

“Miles, do you rate that you pull the buzzcut off better, or him?” You say, running your hand over his head for the camera to see again and Alex laughs as you do. “Because I can’t decide.”

Your best friend pokes you underneath your ribs again which makes you tell him, “Stop poking me.”

“Well stop talking shit about my hair then.” Alex counterargues.

You don’t grace him with a response but mostly because you see Miles comment again.

mileskane: mine is definitely better

You grin, “Miles just said that his looks better.”

“Miles Kane can fuck off.” Alex says, his Sheffield accent coming back in a little thicker as he says that into the camera.

“So yeah guys,” You start to wrap the live up now and you might as well do some promo for your friend whilst you’re on. “Get tickets to see the Monkeys and get tickets to see The 1975 in Mexico and the US. Because we were at the show yesterday and it was good. Visuals were even better than last time, which I don’t know how, but it is.”

“Did your US tour sell out or are there more tickets?” You ask Alex.

“I don’t know, I don’t look at that.” Your best friend tells you, “I just hope people turn up so we don’t play to an empty room.”

“Wow, depressing. Yet never gunna happen.” You tell the people watching, “Buy a ticket guys.”

“Support my broth- shit, I keep doing that.” You correct yourself, “Support my cousin too.”

1975adam: Just literally call me brother at this point you’re saved as my sister in my phone in the relations bit x

You start stupidly smiling when you see that comment come through, “My heart actually just melted Ad. I love you so much Bro.”

You move so both you and Alex are in view of the camera then, “Right, thanks for watching this idiot cut my hair.”

Putting your arm around his shoulder, you’re about to say, ‘see you all soon.’ but you immediately lift your arm up from Alex’s neck. All you can feel are the short hairs you’ve cut on his neck. How he’s comfortable, you don’t know.

“Oh my god, you’re full of hair. Go and have a shower.” You put your phone down, propped up so it can still see you as you start brushing the hairs off the back of his neck.

“Yeah I know, I’ll go for one now if you’ll finish this up?”

“Yeah, I’ll just stop the liv-” You just about get out but Alex pulls his vest top off, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Usually you wouldn’t mind, but he’s just turned to change the temperature on the hob and he’s showing his back to the camera. His back which is scratched to shit with red nail marks.

“Oh my fucking god Alex!” You tell him off, moving in front of the camera immediately so they can’t see anymore. But the damage has been done.

“What?” He asks, spinning back around, not understanding why you just screeched like that.

“Put your top back on you fool.” And you say a lot quieter, just above a whisper, “Your back is scratched to shit, and you just showed everyone.”

“Angel,” Alex just laughs, gesturing to your neck. But he says loud enough for everyone to hear, “You have love bites on your neck, they know we had fun last night.”

“Oh my fucking god.” You shake your head at him. Picking up your phone absolutely mortified, not even wanting to read the comments of what would now be coming through.

“Okay, we’re going to go now,” You say and Alex has to stop himself from cackling at how embarrassed you’ve just gone. Still mortified, you smile, “Now I’m gunna struggle turning this video off so enjoy my embarrassed and confused face.”

Thankfully, after a few seconds you turn it off and you switch your phone off immediately after. Picking up your plaited hair off the side, you marvel at it.

“I can’t believe it’s gone.” You smile, already knowing you’re going to like this change.

“Same.” Alex smiles, getting you to look back at him as he moves round the island to you.

“Can’t put it in a cute bun now.” You chuckle, reaching up to run your hands over his head again.

The feeling is oddly satisfying under your palms. You’ll probably be doing it the rest of the night.

“I can’t wrap yours around my fist now.” Alex smirks as he tries but it just falls around your shoulders again.

He definitely enjoyed doing that last night. And the moan you released when he pulled on it will certainly be sticking with him for a long time.

“Least you can pull on mine.” You chuckle, stepping back into his arms properly, “I can’t even do that now.”

Alex smiles and after a few seconds he asks, “Do I really look forty-five?”

“No, you look good.”

“Seriously?”

“Why would I lie?” You laugh.

And your best friend is a sucker for your giggles. He cups your face, encouraging you to, “Come here”

His lace into your now shorter hair and pulls you closer to him so he can give you another kiss. You happily respond to it as your arms wrap around his neck.

Enjoying the moment, you kiss him back, but when you pull away you tell him seriously, “You need to go shower. All I can feel is hairs on you.”

Of course, Alex’s mind goes back to last night and he asks, “You joining me again?”

“Absolutely not.” You smile but shake your head.

“Boring”

“Not boring, just sore.” You remind him, “And I told you it was one night and you’ve already had your extension on that.”

“I know, I know.” Alex grins, and you know he’s genuine when he says, “And I’m grateful for the one night. I just like teasing you.”

“I know you do.”

~*~*~*~

A few hours later, after Alex has fed you and he’s forced you to watch Blade Runner with him properly, he drives you over to your old flat so you can see Y/B/F. Something which you’re thankful for yet it’s a little bittersweet after such a wild 24 hours coming to an end.

When he pulls up outside the building, you lean across to give him a hug. And when you let go, you say, “Bye Al.” and go to open the door.

But Alex shakes his head, “Hey.” gently grabbing your arm before you even manage to get the door handle.

Wondering if you left something, you look down but don’t see anything. You turn back to your best friend and ask, “What’s up?”

He makes you smile by telling you, “Didn’t leave the first time without a kiss and I won’t be doing so this time.”

“Sorry.” You chuckle and you lean across to kiss your best friend sweetly. You’re certain you’ll always enjoy his kisses and it does feel a little bittersweet that this could be your last one.

Thinking back to when Alex got a little upset earlier, you tell him, “If you get upset like that again, I want you to call me. I don’t care about time zones, you call me.”

Alex nods, “I promise, I will.”

You hold your pinky up to him and Alex smiles at you before wrapping his around yours.

Alex leans in to kiss you again and you don’t deny yourself the pleasure. You kiss him back and even deepen it to prolong it a little bit, still loving the way you feel when you kiss your best friend.

Eventually, when you part, you say, “Thank you Al.”

“For what?”

“Last night. Today.” You both grin at each other a little but you end on a sweet note, “And for cutting my hair.”

His smile is bright, and you know he means it when he says, “Anytime.”

You laugh at that and you even say, “God, you make me giggle.”

You lean across to kiss his cheek before you get out of the car but lean against the now open window so you can still chat.

“I’m coming to your London shows by the way.” You prewarn him.

Alex smiles hearing that, loving that you’re coming to more of his gigs. He teases a little when he asks, “Should I dedicate a song to you so I can relive last night?”

“You’ll get the same lecture he did.” You shake your head, sternly telling him, “Mention me at a gig ever again and I will castrate you both.”

“Who’s Y/N again?” Alex frowns and he makes you laugh again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” You tap the roof of his car twice before pushing away from it as you say, “Text me Turner. I’ll see you down south soon.”

“Don’t forget to send me that picture of your arse.” Alex shouts as you begin to walk away.

He makes you laugh when he says that because you joked earlier that he may have left a handprint behind. You said that instead of showing him, you’d send him a picture later, but you didn’t think he’d actually remember.

You laugh, but nod walking backwards, “I’ll change into something sexy for you. What’s your favourite colour again?”

“On you, black.”

“Gotcha.” You laugh before nodding, “Text me when you get home and I’ll send it.”

He laughs, “Shall do. Bye Angel, love you.”

“Bye Al.” You grin, “Love you more.”

Turning around, you walk to the building of your door and you get your keys out of your bag. But as you get them out, you feel your phone buzz in your hand.

When you get to the door of your building you stop to unlock the door and read the notification and it turns out to be a text from the person who’s still not yet driven away.

Shakespeare: I’m home x

You look to him and see him grinning at you from his still open window and you laugh. You quickly send him a reply as if he can’t see you giggling.

You: You’re not funny xx

The response is almost instant.

Shakespeare: You know I am xx

Chuckling, you send another response his way.

Goodnight Alexander xxx

And finally, you get his reply, and you blow a kiss to each other before you disappear inside the building.

Goodnight Angel xxx

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N: I’m going to hell. Hope you enjoyed xx

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japhan2024 · 8 months

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Oops I accidentally posted this ask prematurely w only the outline lol SORRY@! But yeah so here it goes!!

The Most Special Person

"Sure you're going home?"

"Yeah, I have pilates in the morning."

"Who are you and what have you done to Ian?"

"Shut up!"

"Ah, there he is!"

"Bye."

"So who is ready to continue this party?!"

"Nah, I gotta go home to my dog."

"I need my beauty sleep."

"But you're already so pretty, Keith! But YOU Noah, you look like you need some sleep hahahaha"

"Okay alright okay, I see how it is! Just kidding, I was already going home. Bye guys."

"Sleep well princess!"

"I guess it's only the three of us now!"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care I just want to continue this party!"

"Alright we'll take you some place special!"

The voices and sounds around Anthony began to blur. He'd drunk quite alot already this evening at the grand Smosh get together they threw every couple of months. Tonight was extra special as Smosh had hit a new subscriber record.

The three musketeers, Anthony, Tommy, and Chanse, were the only ones left, as they usually were. They would often go to a cocktail bar until the early morning, but today, Tommy had a different plan. Pretty drunk himself, he led the lads to one of the most iconic gay bars of Hollywood, Micky's. The stately building and beautiful interior were accentuated by the lounge music, loud enough to compliment the atmosphere but low enough so they could hear each other talk.

"Wow, you're taking us to Mickey's you wild boy," Chanse giggled.

"What better way to end the night than with hot guys and even hotter cocktails?!" Tommy greeted the bartender. The guy hugged him and gave him a little wink to boot.

"This is not my first gay bar, by the way!" Anthony lied. Ugh, why did he still have anxiety even when this intoxicated?

"Oh well, then you know the rules! Show your dick and you get a free drink!" Tommy joked. Anthony looked like he was gonna do it though so he quickly added "just kidding BRO! You're obviously new to this kind of bar, bless you. It's just like any bar. But gay!"

"Ahh okay."

Anthony felt a little bit awkward. He loved his fellow musketeers, but he wasn't often around this many gay guys. He felt like people looked at him like he didn't belong here. He honestly didn't - he'd experimented with his sexuality years ago but found that a male body just didn't excite him sexually. A female body, however... so he wasn't gay. At least not sexually..

In the corner opposite Anthony, he saw a big, beautiful drag queen. Her hair silver, her makeup grandiose, and her dress sparkling and green. She wore boots so high that Anthony wasn't sure how she could ever walk in those. Somehow, he felt drawn to her, she looked friendly and exuded a motherly vibe.

Anthony walked up to her and said, "Good day, milady, so what brings a beautiful queen like yourself to a bar? Surely you already have a husband or at least a sugar daddy somewhere to take care of you?" To be honest, those words all blurred and slurred over each other, and he wasn't sure if she'd heard anything he said.

The drag queen laughed a beautiful hearty laugh and answered "why what a blessing to have such a striking young fellow visit here of all places. I feel like I know you from somewhere? My name is Dolly Brightheart, what's yours?"

"Anthony's the name, drinking is the game! At least tonight," he blundered on. Luckily Dolly didn't judge him for his cringey words.

"I am afraid that I am indeed already taken, sweet boy. But tell me, truly, what brings YOU here? You don't strike me as a guy who comes here often?"

"My friends took me here, we're celebrating my - our - youtube channel. It hit 30 million subscribers last month. You know, I started that channel in 2005 with my best friend Ian! Ian Hecox, yeah, he's the more outgoing one of us. But he's not here tonight he has pilates in the morning. Can you believe it? And so Tommy and Chanse took me here, and here I am!"

"Well, that sounds like quite a channel you have built, congratulations! Let me pour you a drink." She poured Anthony a glass of water but he didn't notice and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yeah, I am quite a big deal in the youtube world you know, our channel Smosh is loved by people all around the world! But well, running it as two seventeen year olds, that was pretty hard to do you know? So we sold our channel to this dickhead company, excuse my French! They didn't even pay us with real money but with stock that turned out to be worth zero dollars."

Dolly shook her head slowly. "Those scallywags. So what happened then?"

"Well, Dolly, slowly but surely the company took everything from me. My passion, my time, my best friend... I left Smosh. I lost so many years. But I'm not even mad right now because the story has a happy ending! Wanna know what it is?"

Dolly nodded, smiling to one side of her gorgeous face. Anthony looked around but didn't Tommy and Chanse anywhere. He was having a good time though, so he continued to talk to Dolly.

"So I went on a journey to find myself ya know, I built my own individual youtube channel, it's doing pretty well. And I interview all kinds of people, different sexualities, I also interviewed drag queens as wel! So yeah once I regained my confidence, I was more open to talk to Ian again. We'd not been friends for so many years but Ian, Ian is such a big part of my life.. he is like the sun, you know. He's my other half, professionally speaking. He's extremely like, extremely creative and comes up with these incredible ideas that I'm like?? You're a genius Ian!! And he doesn't even realize how amazing his ideas are. And that's not all. So we reconnected, right? And then Ian asked me if I wanted to buy back smosh, our own company and channel, together! Isn't that amazing?"

"This Ian sounds like a very special person," Dolly said, sipping her own drink.

"He is, he's the most special person in my life..." and then it hit Anthony. Ian WAS the most special to him in his life. Not in a sexual way maybe, but in a romantic way? Possibly?

"And so we did, and that's why we make it a point to celebrate well and often," Anthony said, smiling at Dolly. She smiled back.

"Do you tell him that, darling? That he's that special to you?"

"I try to. I try to.." Anthony slowly blinked. "Dolly, thank you for listening, it's been wonderful but I have to go call a Uber."

He gave an awkward bending-down hug to Dolly but she didn't mind and told him farewell. "Damn, Jon was right all along," Anthony thought to himself.

"Hey, where are you?" - a text message from Tommy.

"I'm heading home, I have pilates in the morning."

"Sure, Jan."

"Shut up."

"Good night."

#Anthony Day #ianthony #this is the first of the 5 anthony fics ill be posting today 👀👀👀

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johtomoonfestival · 1 year

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The Night Parade

The closer to night it became, the more spirits began to congregate. Perhaps mixed amongst everyone there, or trapped within Spirit Light Lanterns. Several festival goers were wearing masks now -- or were these the extra spirits? No one would know. The majority of people were just having so much fun, that the grief of the day previous almost seem non-existent.

Like getting to see an old friend, or someone you cherished from long, long ago.

Hands would meet other hands and they would seem cooler than any mortal hands should be, the paws people felt perhaps more like ice than was normal. But the people were encouraged to ignore this and walk with them through the torii leading up to the shrine.

There were, of course, Ghost type who didn't bother to hide themselves. Coming out to join everyone, dancing and making merry. Tonight was a night where they could have fun and it would be expected of them, almost. The Pokemon of Trainers knew to behave within reasons, but the wild ones were prone to more mischief...

It is said during the Night Parade, everyone must be vigilant when passing the first torii, as they can act as the gate to the other world, for one might become spirited away if they're not careful.

Other myths say that you can meet someone at the torii of the Hangetsu shrine, talk to them one last time before walking through the torii with them, only to find yourself alone. The spirit will always wear a mask and the one speaking with them must not take off the mask that they wear, no matter what. For your own safety, never remove another person's mask, for you never know if it belongs to a living, breathing person or a spirit in disguise. If it is some kind of phantom, only tragedy can happen if you take off their mask. You musn't do it, do not be tempted to know the truth, for they will become evil spirits and devour you.

Let them pass peacefully. Even if it may not be real. Even if it seems too real. The spirits will trick you this night. Be strong.

During this time, the doors to the Sacred Lake are open. The inner sanctum of the shrine is laid bare, so one can bring their lit Spirit Lantern there in preparation for the Sending Rite later that night. Many lights disappeared from the hanging wires all over town, causing it to slowly dim, slowly allow the dark to encroach and cover the town. Luckily, in modern times things such as street lights exist, so they came on during this time when each Spirit Light was moved from their hanging spots.

With the strings and hooks removed, the glowing lights would be set off onto the lake, floating there until it was finally time to truly say good-bye. The glittering lights all floating in various styles, shapes and colours on the lake was so beautiful, especially as the moon began to rise up, trading places with its sibling the sun, to shine gently down upon this lake.

It was almost time.

Johto rumbled softly. Anticipating, waiting.

Soon the veil would be at its thinnest.

#johtomoonfest2023

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thewholecrew · 5 months

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@deathvisited said: “ look outside your window… you see the sky? good. so do i. because we’re looking at the exact same sky right now, okay? so no matter where we are, or how far apart we are… we’ll always be underneath the same sky. so we’re not that far apart at all. “ --- sebastian to kassy

kassy sat on her balcony with a large and thick blanket wrapped around her where she seated comfortably on her outdoor couch. it was late and the sky was dark. the moon illuminating through the city smog as it peeked around the tall city skyrises. she held her phone to her ear as the other held her lit joint. smoke trickled through her lips as her heart felt heavy. it had been a long time since she'd seen sebastian and she missed him dearly. it was never quite the same without him and she wasn't sure she could ever perfectly articulate that fact.

they had already been speaking for a while, catching one another up on their days though it was mostly kassy doing the talking since sebastian's days were mostly classified. leaning her head back against the couch she sighed heavily, "why do you have to be so far away...?" she asked sadly, eyes closing as she took another drag of her joint. chromie sat in her lap, cuddled under the blanket as she purred away. she would never ask him to stop what he did for work, believing he was making a difference, that he, like her, were putting bad guys where they belonged (though it differed between the two, she would put them in prison and well she had a feeling more times than not sebastian would simply put them in the ground), but she hated how long he would be on missions, and how far away they would often take him.

look outside your window… he began and kassy scoffed in amusement, telling him she was out on her balcony and he laughed, his laughter making her heart squeeze and a small smile tug on her lips. you see the sky? good. so do i. because we’re looking at the exact same sky right now, okay? so no matter where we are, or how far apart we are… we’ll always be underneath the same sky. so we’re not that far apart at all.

kassy huffed despite the fact that she opened her eyes to look up at the starless sky above her. her vision clouded with unshed tears as she shrugged, putting her joint out before hugging chromie close. "ok sure we're on the same planet but still..." she muttered stubbornly after she was sure her voice wouldn't betray how truly sad she was. it would do no good to constantly moan about how much she missed him, it wasn't like he could just up and leave his shit to come see her anyways. pressing her lips together she tried to keep them from trembling as another sigh escaped through her nose.

"fine, fine... i'll remember that... would look up at the sky more if i knew you'd be in a jet coming back to new york," she murmured, atempting to sound playful but there was still a defeated lilt in her tone. she tried to cover it by yawning dramatically, "okay.. well, i guess i'll let you go. thinking about stopping by your place tomorrow to say hi to caleb," she managed a small smile, "i'll tell him that too, about the sky," she mused quietly, "i think he's missing you a lot so i'm sure it'll comfort him as much as it does me," her voice was teasing and she hated that there was a chance her words would potentially make him guilty.

shaking her head, she cleared her throat, "alright, little miss fluffball is ready to go inside so, be safe okay?" she asked as she did every time, even if she knew his answer was always the same. always am. "i love you seb," she then said, "i'll talk to you later --- oh, and i'll update you on how the case goes, i'm thinking i've got this in the bag but hey... you never know," she smiled, nodding as he spoke words of encouragement. her heart squeezed, coming to life a little but it wasn't quite as strong as if he'd been here in person. "miss you dummy, sleep well, bye," she hung up and laid there a moment longer, jaw clenched tightly as she felt the numbness swallow her whole once again.

#deathvisited #verse: modern.#kassy harwell: answered ask.#this ask is so old it was on your new account before u forgot the password lmfao

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Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Maria Dark Route [Dark Prologue]

Monologue

Attempt after attempt

Failure after failure

Perhaps insisting on this method is the issue

If Eve won't will not deliver the expected results...

Perhaps it is time for Lilith to take her place

To start the new perfect race.

[Lord Karlheinz]

--In an airport somewhere in Brazil

Maria: Ok... Time to go.

Leticia: Be careful, sister. Tell us when you arrive.

Maria: I will!

Pedro: Enjoy your trip and stay allert. Don't go getting too excited and not pay attention to your surroundings.

Maria: I know, don't worry.

I love you both... Bye Leti! Bye dad!

(I can't believe this is finally happening...)

(I'm actually going to Japan!!)

(Dad didn't like the idea at first, but somehow that seems to have completely changed!)

(He said he managed to contact someone about the trip and that he actually wants me to go now...)

(Either way, I'm really happy. I wonder what my new house looks like. I hope I can het along with everyone...!)

*Timeskip*

Maria: Hmm... I guess it's this house...?

More like a mansion, to be honest...

(... Is this even the right place?)

(It's huge... I wonder if anyone even lives here...)

(But well... That's the address I have, so...)

*knock knock knock*

Maria: ... ...

(I don't hear anything...)

(... Should I go back and ask someone?)

(Ah but my conversation is still so rusty... Maybe I should call someone?)

...

(Maybe if I try louder.)

*knock knock knock*

Maria: ... ...

(... Nothing... I guess I'm going back and-)

*squeeaak*

Maria: –!!

(The door... did it just open on it's own!?)

--Scene changes to entrance hall

Maria: ...

(There's no one here...)

(I wonder if it's so old that it opened with my knocking?)

*slam*

Maria: !!!

...

(Ok this door definitely just closed on it's own. What the hell is happening here?)

(... It's not locked. I didn't feel any wind either...)

... So weird...

Reiji: I see you have finally arrived.

Maria: Eh!?

(A butler...?)

Reiji: I have been informed of your arrival. Please do follow me.

Please leave your luggage. Our familiar will take it to your room instead.

Maria: Ah... Ok.

*rustle rustle*

--The two go to the living room

Reiji: Take a seat.

Would you like some tea, perhaps?

Maria: O-Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you.

Reiji: Very well. Then I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Sakamaki Reiji. I am the second oldest son in this household. My brothers should be arriving shortly to meet you.

Maria: I see... Nice to meet you, um...

Reiji: ... Reiji.

Maria: Reiji-san. Right. I guess Sakamaki-san would get confusing since you have brothers...

Reiji: Well observed.

*Footsteps*

Ayato: Oi Reiji! Why did you call us here?

... Hm?

Kanato: Hah? Who is this?

Laito: Oh~? Well well well, who knew we would get visited by such a cute young lady~?

Reiji: Everyone, where are the others?

Subaru: I'm here.

Shu: ...

Reiji: Good. Then allow me to introduce the rest of us. That is Shuu, the oldest son. After me, there is Ayato, Kanato, Laito and then Subaru, the youngest of us. Now, please, introduce yourself.

Maria: Sure... Nice to meet everyone. My name is Ramos Maria.

Yui: Um... What about me?

Reiji: Hm? What is that? Could it be you expected me to introduce you as well?

Maria: ...

(That was mean...)

Yui: I-I mean, you introduced everyone else, s-so...

Kanato: And you think you're in the same position as us? Haha don't make me laugh. You're so pathetic.

Yui: ...

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi. Yours truly will introduce you instead.

This is Chichinashi, Yours truly's belonging.

Yui: My name isn't Chichinashi! It's Komori Yui!

Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi~

Reiji: You two, stop this behavior immediately!

Laito: But you know... I'm kind of wondering what brought little Whore-chan to us, you know~? Could it be she's another sacrifice~?

Maria: (Sacrifice!?)

Reiji: I was about to address that. I was informed she will be staying with us for the time being.

Much like Yui, we are supposed to ensure her safety and treat her respectfully.

Subaru: In other words, we're not supposed to kill her, right?

Kanato: Haah... Honestly, what is that old man thinking? Why do we have to keep every human that comes to our door?

Laito: I don't see what's wrong in that~ Since Ayato-kun insists on keeping Bitch-chan to himself, none of us can really quench our thirst with her delicious blood. However...

--Laito appears closer

Laito: With Slut-chan here, that is no longer a problem, is it~? Nfu

Maria: Eh!?

(Wasn’t he over there just now!?)

Kanato: ... Heh... When you put it that way... It really is a fortunate turn of events. Isn't that right, Teddy? You've been really thirsty too, haven't you?

Maria: (This is getting worst by the second... What is with these guys...)

(The way they speak, sounds like they're vampires...)

(That's impossible, right? Vampires aren't real...)

Reiji: Unbelievable... You two, behave yourselves already. Yui-san, please show her the way to her new room. You can do that, right?

Yui: Ah... Yes! Leave it to me!

Monologue

I wonder what I have gotten myself into...

As we make our way upstairs, I can feel eyes on me.

She confirmed my fears. The boys were all vampires.

The fact alone was terrifying, but could never prepare me for what fate had in store for me...

--End of dark prologue

[Dark 1-->]

#maria #maria ramos #dark prologue #dark waters #fanfic #diabolik lovers #dl #oc

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r0b0tbrainr0t · 1 year

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Transformers Fic prompts based on supernatural quotes

send me things in my asks (instructions at bottom of post) and I’ll write 150-500 words for you

Freedom is a rope, god wants you to hang yourself with it

Maybe I can be saved

What’s an angel without its wings

Nipples?

Fight the fairies!

Are you god?

[carrier]’s not a “thing”

You used to read to me when I was little

I’m not clean

You don’t get to be sorry!

We’re the ones you should be afraid of

You’re nothing to me

I will hunt you down and kill you

The [bot] with the [unmaker’s] blood

Nothing is worth loosing you

There is reason to hope

I got out or I thought I got out but then my family needed me and this is my life

I’m not scared of angels

I’ve been tortured by the [unmaker] himself

We have all heard of you, the prodigy. The boy king.

I just wanted you to be a kid a little while longer

There is so much evil in the world I feel like I could drown in it

This time it will be final

I’m angry. I’m mad at everything.

This isn’t your memory

Well then I ain’t gonna let him die alone

The fish have begun to anticipate me

Family don’t end with blood, boy.

For some, it’s God’s throne room. For others, it’s Eden. You two, I believe it’s the Cleveland Botanical Garden

You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!

Well come on. You a wimp?

I want a family, I want to be safe

I will never be powerless again

I truly cannot imagine the depth of your loss. This was your child. I can’t imagine the pain.

I thought they were perfect, but they were monsters

They were never alone

You say thank you. You say your sorry. You hope they are in a place without sadness or pain. You hope they are somewhere better. You say good bye

Since when is life about getting what you want?

My mom was my hero

I will miss her everyday of my life but she would not want this

No matter how good they are they always end up the same way

You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised like I was.

That wasn’t fair and I couldn’t do it

I hate you and I love you. I forgive you

He’s a [pick what you want here*] he’s already cursed

Who do I have to kill to get some fries around here?

The king is dead long live the queen

But love is a weakness and I will never be weak again

I did not belong there! I was a freak

I can’t walk, I can’t fight, but I can do something

[insert what you want here*] are never kids, I never was

I’d tell you [bots] to stay out of trouble but what’s the point?

I’m kind of good, which sucks

You think this is righteous? What you’re feeling, it’s called doubt.

But I was raised on Tolkien* man where is all this?

But between you and me I’m a little worried about him

Well you’ve always got little old me

“No keggers” “I don’t have any friends.”

Good god! Never trust anyone!

Now tell me does the punishment fit the crime?

I’m an angel, you ass

I’ll integrate the cat

It always had to be you

My heart breaks for you

I just want it to be over

No. You made them to create lesser beings; to make you large, to make you lord!

Don’t you get it, heaven*, hell, this world. If it ever had a meaning that moment is past.

No one gives us the right, we take it

Oh I’m loyal, to them, to people.

You have no idea what I care about

I was a son, a brother, like you

Where do I even start to look for forgiveness?

Only humans* can feel real joy but also such profound pain

No one makes us do anything

I like… cocaine*

It was night and now it’s day

Accidents don’t happen accidentally

A testament to my unending mercy

We might as well blow coke* and jump on the bed

Teenage mutant ninja angel*

This isn’t her story! it’s mine!

I am being, she is nothingness

I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you are not a father.

There is nothing special about you, not then, not now.

They made their choice, they chose family

I’m old. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

Nothing lasts forever, well I do.

I loved you, brother

The word’s most evil skank and and a deadbeat god

Perfect like a marble statue. Cold. No choice, only obedience.

“There is no wrath! No [fill in what you want*]!” “But there’s still me!”

Fallen in every way imaginable

“I’m sorry,” “no you’re not, you don’t even know the feeling”

I was stationed in earth for 2000 years, just watching silent, invisible

The thing inside of you is unholy, it’s an abomination

There’s loyalty, forgiveness, love…

The father you love, you think this is what he wants?

No. I’m sorry. It’s time to think for yourself.

Let him do what he believes is right

If I didn’t hate you, I would love you

The fact remains I do not, will not, and have not ever loved anything ever

I’d wish you’d come with us

“Tell me why you abandoned me? Us?” “Because you disappoint me”

I understand the three beans but what’s the surprise?

I want my wife* back. Oh god, I want her back.

A mother always defends her children

A mother would never abandon her children

I lost my shoe

Hey assbutt!

Balls!

Gay love can pierce the veil of death and save the day (I FUCKING WISH this wasn’t a cannon line in that show)

Go be gay for that poor dead intern!

I was drunk it was Comic-Con

He’s our kid

I’m busy you son of a bitch*, this better be important!

You’re not a talking dog

The killer stuffed dinosaur in love

Why do you keep talking about my shoulders?

I’m Batman

I need sleep, I love sleep

There’s no words in this newspaper

Are we about to shoot this teddy bear?

We’re teddy bear Doctors

He shattered my Shatner!*

That’s not holy water by the way

It’s him! It’s doctor sexy!

I tell you one thing, there is no way I’m kissing that damn frog

Of course it’s not UFOs it’s fairies!

Son, you are all kinds of messed up

It was a little glowing hot naked lady with nipples and she hit me

What makes dick so hard to beat?

Did they get to fifth base?

Don’t roofie me and call it romance

If you dig down deep it’s all dick

Dick made more dicks

What like it’s my first tatoo?

Princess Leia in a bikini, straddling a 20 sided die

“So you’re the man going around pretending to be their father*” “well someone ought to be,”

When the tent is a rockin don’t come a knockin!

Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

After we kill it we can go to disneyland

I hate that thing. I want one.

It doesn't matter what you are, only what you do

My greatest sin is how many times i have let you down

You don’t even look like a real ghost *gets attack with ghostly abilities*

Why do these people assume were gay

Demos i get, people are crazy

No not really, We have guns and we’ll find you

I kill monsters, that's who the hell i am!

“You’re afraid of my mother?” “i think so,”

“When we freaks die, where do we go? Not heaven, not hell…so?” “Lego land?”

I think you pissed off my sandwich

Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass

It’s lizard, it tastes like lizard

Bert and Ernie are gay

It’s called anime and it’s an art form

You’re like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies

I’m not gonna apologize for loving that fish

“It’s like there's light at the end of the tunnel,” “that’s hell fire”

take care of my unicorn

'insane' is kinda what we do

Dude, you were hallucinating sheep on the road

If you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?

No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex

they basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality

Some people are just born tortured

Guess that’s why we all hold onto life so hard… even the dead. We’re all just scared of the unknown

Rebel a little bit… in a healthy, non-satanic way

Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime.

Why do I have to be some kind of hero?

We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here

I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin’

Always knew I’d find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery.

Nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family

Wow, you get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome

Of course, you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!

I lost everything for nothing

Don’t make things needlessly complicated as you humans tend to do

If you’re gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines

god has a beard

these kids today, with their texting and murder

stop smelling the dead guy

this isn't wallstreet* this is [instert your choice of evil], and we have a little something called integrity

you breed with the mouth of a goat

*butt naked standing in the middle of a drive through lane* father?

*lady in red playing while slow dancing with an alien looking traumatized*

"what are you stoned?" "generally, yeah"

*cupid crying in the corner* should someone maybe go and talk to him?

congratulations [name] and [name] you are both offically virgins

no one in the history of torture's been tortured with the torture like the torture you'll be tortured with

*looks out into the kitchen* I'm gonna get my gun

I need to know everything you know about sex. go.

do we need a cat? doesn't this place feel one species short

on my car, he showed up naked covered in bees

"why do you just assume im not gonna be helpful?" "because you're a dick-wad" "but i'm your dick-wad"

"is that where I messed up?!?!?!?!??" "Sir this is a radio shed...."

"I can't believe you were going to kill me" "you're a zombie" "I'm a tax payer!"

I shot god

it's about a mime that's secretly a cockroach

is ketchup a vegetable?

"how many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?" "frankly, too damn many"

do you want me to do the whole airplane thing with the spoon?

"he's not the brightest bulb but he's so...firm" "please stop talking"

so the demons were too polite?

you're gonna do that thing where you just shut the hell up forever

*watches a play about their own traumatic childhood as preformed by catholic middle school girls*

this drink doesn't look so bad *downs the whole thing* *in a strained voice* I was wrong

real men don't drink out of cups this small

I got it at the hot topical

the ones you can't save, you need to forget about them

The internet is more than just naked people. You do know that?

You’re changing the world, and I want to be a part of it.

My people skills are rusty

People Don’t Just Disappear, [name]. Other People Just Stop Looking For Them

We’ve got work to do

We make our own future

Give me the baby before I snap your neck

Just a couple hours ago, I killed Death. I'm pretty much open for anything

So you're having a midlife crisis?

The universe is trying to tell us something we both/all should already know. We're stronger together than apart

We're far from perfect, but we are good

I see light at the end of this tunnel... And if you come with me, I can take you to it

I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark".

Alright it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane

What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?

Well, they weren't evil people, you know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to 'em. Something they couldn't control

Dude, it was more than a sprain. All right? And it was a friggin' demon, but –

Were you ever nice?

There is not much difference between madness and devotion

I so miss being an atheist

What are you looking at? Still learning all you can about the world?

Nice try but hell no!

So...how you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?

It's not like anyone gave me a handbook on how to be a werewolf

This doesn't make us square. If I see you again…

Our family's not cursed. We just...had our dark spots

If you’re going to have faith, you can’t just have it when miracles happen, you have to have it when they don’t

[name], the only thing you would have ended was your life

You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom

I'm extremely old, I think I'm entitled

[name/names] may be a bit rough around the edges, but they're the best [people] I've ever known. And they're my friends

A [fill in]’s memorial complete with monster. [name] would’ve appreciated that

I learned that from the pizza man

We could have been better Gods

What's in that bottle? Delusion?

There’s a new sheriff in town

Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent

Once, there was only dark. If you ask me, the light’s winning

People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news

They do know we're brothers, right?

She was the love of my life; how many times do I gotta kill her?

You think I’m a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can’t just pull facts out of thin air

If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up

That was just a sad, pathetic, cry for attention

I know you can't. And you do too

You love the job

Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you? I mean, you had like a deck of cards and a wand?

Well, get some doughnuts while you're out

Like Greek myth siren? The Odyssey?

He's like a crappy little credit-card-counting criminal prodigy Rain Man

Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation

You did it. I-I mean, it was a little touch and go there for a while, but you did it

Drifting serial killers do that

There is a demon in you and you're going to your safety school!

Oh my god! These guys are psychopaths!

no matter what shape you’re in, the bottom line is, you’re family

This sad doomed little world, it needs you.

it needs every last [fill in] it can get

Are you under the impression that family is supposed to make you feel good?

We start and end with family

Getting my ass kicked by those Juggalos was therapeutic

Shut up and drink your beer*

You’re going to wipe out a whole town for one little witch.

Sounds like you’re compensating for something

If it’s my last day on earth I don’t want it to be socially awkward

Power doesn’t control you, you control it.

i can’t. I’m dead

it’s shaped like a papaya

The mustache alone…

I got to start carrying paper clips

with the barbarian queen painted on the side

where did he get coconuts?

with three Exclamation points

boob job?

define "semi functioning"

do not use the words ‘hole in the floor’

So we got a goat dude with the name of a pirate

you don’t want to go fighting ghosts without health insurance

from the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?

I mean we do have the son of Satan living down the hall

i’m the stapler queen

you’re mother Theresa with a neck beard

his blood is glittery?

you crap margaritas

mommy the giant is crying

I don’t miss digestion

three days ago I wasn’t even alive

are perp might just be a giant fly with low self-esteem

wands and swords at dawn

Put on some pants

I think I got asthma

three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples

I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys

you’re bidding the moon?

what the hell is kale?

they’re unhappy because the rabbit is fake

lots of dudes wear cowboy hats

*just in general you can fill in any human thing like hands with servos and god with primus for transformers

** you can pick to change the pronouns in any quote

***if you have a supernatural quote not on the list you can comment it and I’ll see if I feel comfortable to add it to the list for you to be able to request

Instructions for asks and I will only be doing this via my asks so if you comment I’m not doing it.

I’m not doing OC or reader shipping but cannon characters from different continuities are okay

A) give me the number of the quote so it can be considered completed

B) give me the quote itself with any changes you want to it such as making he into she or replacing god or the devil with primus and unicron

C) what character/characters you want it to focus on

D) which continuity do you want it written in

ii) I’ve seen all of prime, the bay movies, rescue bots, some of rescue bots academy, most of TFA, season 2 and 3 of cyberverse, have a rough of idea of the goings on in the mtmte comics but haven’t gotten in too deep.

E) you can add little head cannons like for example seekers learn to fly by getting yeeted by their creators but nothing that changes the story too much

ii) please keep the number of head cannons to 3 or less

#transformers #maccadam #tfp #transformers prime #maccadams #mtmte #cyberverse #ratchet #bumblebee #tfa #rescue bots #bayformers #bay verse

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strawberry-peach · 11 months

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Ok I think im gonna dump all my feelings in here because i just dont have anyone to talk to and as much as the finale itself made me sad and a little bit upset, ive also seen comments that added to that and i just need to let this out somehow. if you happen to read this and dont agree... ok, fair, but just let me be please.

so yeah, by now i can admit that the finale was not great but also not awful. at first i accepted it and forced myself to be ok with it but then i just got angry and that doesnt feel good either. The thing is, i thought the beginning going thru Ted just glossing over his impending leaving with flat reactions and little to no talk about it felt strange, and i truly truly believed it meant he was either doubting his decision of something was up. As the ep progressed i started believeng more and more that he really didnt want to leave, and this is where i stand now. I really think he didnt want to leave all behind, and for a moment i thought they would do somethign about it, or maybe just imply a change of heart or the possibility of a turn around, doubts back in Kansas, the oportunity to go back to take his boy, anything. But he just left and that was it.

In the end, and as we know, Henry comes first. He always did. And I knew this and I actually love this, you know that I do. Ted and Henry's relationship was a priority for me too. So I fully understood his need to go back to his boy, his need to be with him, to be more present in the way he felt they both needed. The idea of his kid feeling left behind or abandoned probably haunted him as much as the idea of his kid leaving him. And both those things probably felt exponentially more likely with him living thousands of miles away.

The thing is that it broke my heart that he thought he had to leave everything else behind to fix that, that all the alternative options aviable to him, to them, the offer Rebecca made him for fucks sake, all of that was not worth trying. That him trying to keep some of all that happiness he had found was not worth it if it meant demanding a possible sacrifice from Henry's (and/or Michelle's) part. His new home was not worth keeping in the face of threatening the stability of Henry's.

I felt, in the end, that all of his flat reactions, his disconnectedness, his detachment, his emotional absence, his disregard of other's pleadings, his un-Tedness, whatever you want to call it, it all came down to him shutting his doors down in order to get through it. He went to the opposite of his usual coping mechanism. Because he felt he had to go back to Henry, no in-betweens, and he couldn't afford to be swayed to do anything but. He dropped everything, his newfound call, his success, his potential, his place of belonging, his friends, his new family, Beard himself ffs. All of it, there was nothing he wouldn't let go of if he had to in order to go back to his kid. Maybe he thought everyone would get over him soon enough, maybe he thought his job was done and that was enough for everyone, maybe he didn't allow himself to think of it or he would realize his decision could hurt people who cared for him. Thing is his own happiness outside of Henry was not worth it enough for him to ask for a middle ground, apparently. And that sucks.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but you know me, I love my faves more than I should and I love Ted with all my heart. So what the fuck do I know really?

Outside my heartache over Ted's finale, there are other things that I did not vibe with. For instance Beard staying with Jane. I was really really hoping that wouldn't be the case. But you know what, that weird ass cgi wedding looking like a fever dream gives me hope. It never happened.

Also Dutch guy? Of all the weird sloppy endings they could have given Rebecca, this one took the cake. What the actual fuck man? And the fact that she bumps into him like a fairytale meetcute right after she's wrecked by saying good bye to Ted? Just like that? Missed me with that. She deserved better than that. Do I mean Ted? Not necessarily, no, even though of all the options we had through the show, Ted was absolutely the best for her. But it just felt so taped on, like a last minute fix.

I also really wish we could have had more of Nate and Ted talking things out. I just think both of them deserved to let things out and reach proper closure. The things that went between them were important, they were worth being properly adressed. The pain they both went through because they care a lot for each other... Man. I appreciate that Nate made Ted listen to his apology at least, even if it was just that. Because I felt he was being his checked out self then and both Ted and Nate deserved to have that said out loud, so thank you Nate for that.

The weird Roy and Jamie thing? Yeah... I guess it was supposed to be a moment of levity? I don't know. I understand that it was a moment of regression for both of them, a step back of the work they had done through the season, it just felt a bit too close to the end, you know? Like had this had happened before we could have had a sense of it being worked out again, but now? It leaves me with the feeling that we are still very much in a volatile area. Especially after last ep? Idk, weird.

And finally, why was Jake still in the picture? That guy should have been gone long ago. I mean don't even get me started on all that crap, there are so many nos in that line of story. I just want him gone. Appreciate Henry's nonexistent rapport with him, love that he was so clearly done with the dude. That's my boy.

I think that's all the bad I can think of. It sounds like a lot and not that much at the same time. Like it's what five, six things, but some feel so so off. I loved the rest, as rushed as it felt for me, it was nice. Loved the match, loved the BELIEVE sign moment, loved Ted doing his little dance, loved Trent sharing his work and being so eager for feedback, loved Roy stepping into the Diamond Dogs and trying therapy, loved Keeley growing his bussines again, loved the callbacks (us-ie guy!), Isaac's penalty goal, Colling getting to kiss his fella, Thierry being Zorro, Nate and his box omg, the newly fixed BELIEVE sign! So so many things to love, but so much unfairness and bitterness too.

Anyway, I'll stop the ranting. I'm probably forgeting to mention something or missing a point here or there. This is just feelings vomit. And just saying that the last part, where so much of the what-the-fuck-ness is condensed, felt so fucking weird and out of left field, I am waiting for them to announce it was a joke, or a s4 or spinoff or special ep or that it was all Ted's dream in the plane... I'm waiting.

Do you hear me Jason&co? I am waiting.

#ok i hope that now i can be more at peace #my lord i probably have more thoughts stored somewhere #but i guess i just had to get these ones out #i dont really remember much of the ep if i have to be honest #its kind of a mess in my head #what i do know is that my man deserved better #and i dont appreciate how they made rebecca's offer sound irrational #it was perfect she was right #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

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