#there's just been too much of people overstepping pretty basic boundaries lately and I am NOT here for it

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Holiday | Part 15 |

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

Word Count: 9.1K

Warnings: Lots of fluff and a lil smut

A/N: So I think Holiday is nearing an end. I know, criessss. I would say theres about 3 parts left after this one. And I think it will be pretty poetic because the final part will come out on my birthday. Hope you all enjoy this part. Sorry it is not proofread so ignore the mistakes haha. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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“Alex, are those camera guys for you?” You ask a little nervously seeing the amount of men with cameras stood outside the entrance to the airport.

You saw Alex look out of the taxis window and you practically saw him deflate.

“Ah shit. No love, they’ll be for us” Alex sighs with a roll of his eyes before looking back towards you.

You can tell that he’s annoyed that they are there. You felt bad for him too, he couldn’t even get on a plane home for Christmas without people wanting to get pictures of it.

“What do we do?” You ask a little anxiously.

This was the first time you’d be properly pestered by cameras whilst doing something normal. You’d seen enough celebrity gossip videos to know how this was going to play out though so at least you knew the basics.

You hoped anyway. 

From your understanding, they follow you inside up until the point that security won’t let them in any further.

Alex seemed to sense your nerves though which made him feel a little bad that you had to go through this stuff because of him. After the taxi stopped and he paid, he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as he told you, “Just do everything normal. Don’t worry, I’m not gunna let them near you”

“There’s a lot of them Al” You said glancing back out of the window again.

“Don’t worry” Alex said before placing a kiss on your hand. He sent you a look that asked if you were ready and you nodded with a smile before Alex pulled open the taxi door.

Alex stepped out first and you could already hear them shouting Alex’s name. You followed him outside after thanking the driver and quickly became thankful that you didn’t dress like a complete slob to come home.

You’d actually done your makeup and you were wearing blue ripped jeans with a white Catfish and the Bottlemen top tucked into it and white Vans on to match. The top you had on was their official The Balcony merch that you bought when you saw them on tour the previous year.

The show was so good you just had to get merch to remember it by. The top had a black trim around the neck and the band's name just over your left breast and the album artwork, with the people with their hands down the other's pants, over your right. It also had the number 26 on the back.

You headed round to the boot of the taxi to get your relatively small suitcase off Alex and thanked him for it when he rolled it towards you.

“Do you want me to grab yours so you can get your guitar?” You asked him over the shouts of his name from the herd of men after a picture of him.

He wanted to take one back home and you had no doubt that it was because he’d get bored at his mum and dads around the holidays and he’d want something to do. More than likely because he thought your guitar was shit too because it was on the cheap side.

“Thank you but I’ve got it. Not my first rodeo” Alex grins at you as he puts his guitar case on top of his suitcase whilst he closes the boot.

You smile at him and shake your head slightly, “Just trying to be nice my love”

“And I gratefully appreciate that darling” He grinned back at you whilst he grabbed his guitar case and you both started headed towards the door.

You could hear them shouting the both of you now and the flashes were blinding. You almost wanted to take Alex’s sunglasses off his shirt and put them on. But you didn’t because that would look rude and Alex would probably get backlash from it.

Something that he couldn’t get backlash from though was how he was dressed. Because damn he looked good.

He was wearing his black boots, with his black jeans and a white shirt that was basically half open with his sunglasses dangling from the middle of it. He also wore that black leather biker jacket that you loved and the fact that his hair was jelled back to a crisp make it look like he was still in his AM phase.

Which you were quite liking, but his hair now without all the gel definitely made him look Prince Charming esk so you liked it either way.

You both walked closer to the building and the flashes became more frequent and the shouting got louder. But then you also heard one of them ask how you were, so you ended up just giving a little smile towards that guy.

No matter how hard you could have tried, you couldn’t be rude to someone.

You were surprised when their shouts didn’t follow you inside or at the very least, they quietened down when you both went over to the people behind the desks to check in and give your luggage to. You ended up with just your small black off the shoulder bag to put yours and Alex’s passports in it once you’d gone through everything.

Thankfully there were no complications whilst you checked in to the lovely lady who sorted your luggage out and you were both told to head upstairs to make your way to security. Once you and Alex thanked her you put both of your passports in your bag before heading off.

You both turned towards where you needed to go and when you looked up from your bag you saw that all the men with cameras were waiting for the both of you near the bottom of the escalator. You felt Alex’s hand find your side so he could hold you close to him but also provide you some comfort if you needed it.

“Hey Alex. Hey Y/N” You both received as you walked towards them.

You smiled at them before Alex hurried the both of you onto the escalator. You felt Alex’s relax his grip on you a little bit and his hand just fell to the small of your back whilst he leaned on the side of the moving rails as you both ascended.

And then the questions started.

“Alex have you guys seen the new Star Wars yet?” One guy asks him.  

Alex waits a second like he had to think about it before he replied, “No, not yet”

You knew he was just being an arsehole though and making them wait for a reply. You’d spoke about going seeing it a few days ago and Alex was all for talking through it then.

Alex’s hold on you becomes steadier around your waist and you enjoy the comfort it brings you. He’s warm and he makes you feel safe.

Well as safe as you can feel with 10 cameras pointing at you.

“So, you’re both going to see it?” They press on.

“When we get back home” Alex says and then looks back to you and you smile at him.

“Y/N” Your attention then gets grabbed by the nice enough looking guy who’s asking questions, “What band do you prefer, Arctic Monkeys or The Last Shadow Puppets?”

“That’s a mean one” You say with a little laugh.

“Come on pick one for us” The guy grins at you and eggs you on to spill your secrets.

You shake your head with a smile and say, “I’m sorry I like it all. It’s all too good”

“Alex what dates your anniversary with Y/N?” A different guy then asked Alex and you knew straight away he wouldn’t answer that one.

Alex was private and that was very much overstepping his boundaries. It would be overstepping yours too, but you would make damn well sure that you put a post on about it when it came around if Alex would let you.

“Where’d you go on your first date?” The guy changed his mind to.

You didn’t know if he was going to answer that one either, but you’d started to feel awkward, so you just answered. It wasn’t that much of a big deal anyway, you just wouldn’t give specifics.

“Cinema” You told them.  

“Oh nice, what did you see?” He then asked you.

Maybe you should have gone for something they couldn’t have been specific about? Or were you just overthinking this?

“I can’t actually remember what it was called but it was really good” You pretended to play dumb.

“What have you got Y/N for Christmas Alex?”

“Maybe you should ask her that one on the way back” Alex said back with a hint of humour in his voice. You looked to him and shared a smile.


As if he was going to say literally 5 days before the actual day.

“What do you want for Christmas Y/N?” Someone else then asked.

You just smiled and said, “Just the Christmas Dinner will be fine for me”

Thankfully then at that point you both had to step off the escalator and head down towards security. You hear Alex let out a little chuckle at what you just said, and you look around at him and smile.

He smiles back and you can tell that he’s silently asking you if you’re alright. You felt a lot easier than you did before, so you discretely nodded at him and he let his hand drop from your waist.

He knew you’d be fine. He had every faith in you.

And he was shocked by how surprisingly well you were handling their questions.

That didn’t mean they had no more to ask though. And you knew the next ones were going to be hurled at Alex because you knew they weren’t allowed past airport security.

The nice original guy quickly asked, “Alex, can I ask you a silly question about Arctic Monkeys?”

When you heard them ask him that, you couldn’t help but smile.

You could already tell this was going to be priceless. And it truly was.  

“Have you ever seen a monkey that’s in a subtropical paradise?” Was the question that was asked.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face with that question. It was hilarious and you really wanted to laugh.

You heard Alex sigh and it was one of those times where you just knew he wanted to laugh, but also look like the cool guy at the same time.

He stayed quiet for a moment and you looked to him a grin on your face as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose before he looked to the guys that were recording you both.

Alex hand secured itself around your waist again, as he answered “I’ve never actually seen a monkey... anywhere”

At that point you let out a giggle. You couldn’t help it.

It was too funny.

You could not believe he’d just said he’d never seen a monkey.

“What you laughing at? It’s true” Alex asked you a little more quietly than he usually would. A smile plastered on his face.

“That was really funny” You giggled to Alex and he smiled at how amused you were.

You really were adorably bizarre to him. You’d been scared of the cameras not 10 minutes ago but now you were chatting to them like you were old friends.

“Y/N, are you going to make him see a monkey now?” One of them said whilst flashes started going off again.

“Oh yeah” You nod, smiling from the guy to Alex. “Chester Zoo when we get back Al”

Alex rolls his eyes at you and you giggle again.

You then both turn to go through security check when you heard them starting to say goodbye to you as last-minute pictures blinded you again momentarily.

“Thank you guys” The American accent rang out and you smiled brightly at that nice guy as you walked towards the metal detectors.

You and Alex pass through quite quickly despite you idiot boyfriend almost forgetting to take his sunglasses off his shirt when you had to go through metal detectors.


When you both passed through that and make your way into duty free, you can’t help but stop and have a giggle at him.

“You’re fucking hilarious” You say turning back to him as you browse the shelves of alcohol that lined the duty-free area.

“What the glasses?” Alex asks you with a smile.

You shake your head and giggle as you remind him, “You’ve never seen a monkey anywhere”

“I’m not being funny, I swear, I haven’t” He tells you seriously and you have none of it.

“You’re a liar, every kid went to a zoo in their childhood or with primary school” You chuckle again as you look towards him.

You half wished you went to his and Matt’s primary school just so you knew.

“I was ill with chicken pocks when primary school went. Helders, the little fucker, went without me and came back proceeding to tell me what a fabulous time he had” Alex tells you, abandoning the whisky he was looking at to walk towards you.

He took the sunglasses from off his shirt and held them in his hand so he could pull you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist whilst his went around your

“I’m not having that you’ve never been to a zoo” You say looking into his eyes.

“I swear I haven’t” Alex says as he grins down at your adorable face.

You shake your head and grin, “Don’t believe you”

“You could text my Mum right now and ask her” Alex tells you with a serious look on his features

“After we decide what alcohol were having for Christmas, I will be doing. Don’t worry” You say before you kiss him quickly and detach yourself from him.

Alex and you end up chuckling at that a lot. You both ended up going for a nice Raspberry gin that Alex didn’t mind having with you on both Christmas Day and Boxing Day. The plan was that you were going to stay at your Mum’s on Christmas morning and have breakfast but end up at Alex’s parents for Christmas Dinner.

You were both so happy with this plan as you actually were planning to stay in Alex’s childhood bedroom on Christmas day night which you couldn’t lie you were pretty excited for. Alex had a loft conversion to himself as his bedroom when he was younger which he was thankful for because he valued his space.

So, you were staying his on Christmas Day night and on Boxing Day your mum and dad where coming over to Alex’s parents so there was a full family dinner going ahead. Since you’d got together apparently your Mum’s bumped into each other at the supermarket and got chatting about having a catch up together.

Something which they had been doing in the months that you’d been in LA. It made you and Alex laugh that one of you would go to call your parents and the odd time you could say hello to both sets.

You were excited for it, but you were also nervous. But you were sure everything would go great.

And at this point it didn’t even matter, as long as you both had a good time you don’t think anything could ruin it.

You cast those thoughts aside for a while though as you were still making your way through duty free. You’d both just sat down after getting yourselves a Starbucks and you fell into conversation again.

“I’m very impressed with you by the way” Alex tells you as he watches you take a sip of your mocha.

“Shouldn’t you always be impressed by me?” You ask him with a little chuckle.

Alex rolled his eye, playfully pocking you, before he said, “Alright then, I’m even more impressed by you”

“Why?” You ask, beyond confused.

“How was that the first time you did that?” Alex asks then proceeds to take a sip of his latte.

“Did what?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows. “I’ve ordered a coffee and bought alcohol before Al” You add jokingly even though you knew he didn’t mean that.

“Shut up smartarse. No, I meant the guys with the cameras, it’s like you’ve been doing that for years” Alex told you.

He knew you’d had photographs taken of you before when you were with him as things had ended up in articles. However, he knew you hadn’t dealt with it like that before.

“I was just answering their questions” You shrug.

You just thought you were being polite, whilst also not really revealing much.

“Yeah, but you were doing it how they tell us too without any prompting” Alex tells you.

“Well first, I didn’t know they told you to answer questions in a way, I just thought that it’d be best to keep it vague…” You explain.  

You continue before you take another sip of you hot drink that smells amazing, saying,  “I don’t want anything to come back on you so I just wanted to be nice but at the same time not chuck you under a bus”

“You are actually amazing; You didn’t even tell them the name of the film and that's one of the big ones to avoid” Alex tells you softly with a smile.

You couldn’t believe how impressed he was about this. Maybe your overthinking for once actually did pay off.

“Well I was lying anyway because that wasn’t even our first date” You tell him as you observe the way the lady at the till had written your name on your cup.

“Ermmm” Alex hummed and looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was telling you to reconsider.

Your eyes go wide when you realise, “Oh shit, it was wasn’t it”

“Yeah” Alex nods at you.

“Shit, well, I’ve just been confusing it in my head thinking that our first one was when we went to our restaurant” You scorn yourself and get it correct in your brain.

Alex chuckles a little at that but then shrugs, “To be fair, we were pretty much a couple for the entire holiday anyway. And Roberto did certainly set a certain mood for us”

The mention of that lovely man always brought a smile to your face.

“He did” You grin as you cast your mind back to that great day. “I love that man” You can’t help but say.

“I love you” Alex comes back with.

Your smile matches his when you reply, “I love you too”

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In the days that followed, you didn’t make it to Chester Zoo much to your disappointment. You only joked about going with him a few times, but you actually found out that you were correct and that he had been.

He was correct in saying that he didn’t go with school because of chicken pocks. But it turns out that about a month later Matt wouldn’t shut up about the zoo which had made Alex upset so his Mum and Dad ended up taking both him and Matt.

You could only imagine how adorable that trip would have been. You just pictured little Matt running around dragging Alex along to show him what he could remember.

Clearly though, Alex was not impressed when this truth was revealed.

Something that you did end up doing in the days before Christmas though, was look after Zoe. Who you were so bloody excited to see, and you couldn’t wait to give her a massive hug.

It was the day before Christmas Eve when your bother asked you to look after you little niece, which you of course said yes to because you hadn’t seen your little monkey in the longest time.

You’d missed her the most out of anyone and you’d definitely tell her that, but make sure she would promise to tell no one else.

She was adorable with you when she had originally come in to see you. You obviously said hi to her first and completely forgotten about your brother until Zoe seemed to very quickly become besotted with Alex.

Traitor.

When she ran over to him, Alex picked her up and span her around until she was giggling in his arms. Alex had a massive smile on his face he eventually stopped moving around in a circle and he dramatically fell onto the sofa with her.

They both were in hysterics laughing together. They were both so fucking cute.

“I’m so sorry for the short notice” Your brother says, obviously in a hurry.

“No don’t apologise I want to see my niece as much as I can” You say as you give him a quick hug.

“Well thank you so much honestly… Hey Al, good to see you mate” Y/B/N smiles and waves at him.

“You too mate” Alex smiles brightly at him before standing back up with Zoe in his arms.

“Right give your Daddy a kiss because he’s gotta go to work” Alex says to Zoe as he walks towards the front door

He lets your brother takes her off him and she hugs around his neck tightly for a good few seconds as they tell each other they love each other before she gives him a kiss goodbye.

After your brother gives her a final big hug and a kiss on her head before he holds her on his hip whilst she looks back to you and your boyfriend.

Both you and Alex offer to take her from your brother, and you can see her making her decision in her head. Your brother eggs her on and says, “Big decisions now Zo, who are you going for? Who’s more fun”

After a second a grin breaks out onto her face and she leans forwards away from her father into Alex’s arms. You are just stood there now being taken the mick out of.

“Yessss” Alex hums and offers her a high five which she immediately responds to and she hits her tiny hand against his large palm.

You pretend you’re completely shocked and disappointed with her decision and she giggles in Alex’s arms before saying a final goodbye to her Dad. You said goodbye to him and closed the door behind him before you called your little niece out.

“Zoe, you haven’t seen me in three and a half months, and you choose Alex over me?” You exaggeratedly ask with your jaw agape in fake shock.

You watch as her and Alex grin at each other before he whispers something into her ear.

You stand there with your hands on your hips waiting for the inevitable blow to come your way. And it truly does.

“Sorry Uncle Alex is five hundred and five times better than you and he can play the piano better than you too” She barely gets out through her giggles.

Alex looks so proud of her that she’d copied the words he whispered to her. You could already tell that they were going to be completely find spending the full day together.

You let out a big scoff and playfully fake you anger towards her by coming to her as he was sat on Alex’s lap and tickling her until she was wriggling about too much.

After all he was still a shiny new toy to her. And to be fair, you’d known him for more than half your life and you would still choose him every time, so you’d have to get used to her being as fascinated with him as you are.

Zoe stuck to him like glue all day which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As she sat on his knee watching Tangled you were able to get up and make her dinner in peace knowing she was okay.

And Alex seemed to be in his element. He was keeping her occupied all the time and you knew he loved the attention.

After all she was an adorable little princess.

However, there was one moment in the day that you didn’t think Alex was expecting or prepared for.

It was later in the day when she was showing Alex what tunes you’d taught her on your keyboard, as you got a head start on making her tea, along with something for you and Alex and Y/B/F later.

Your best friend had gone out for the day with her sister for the day so she would be home later on. She said that she was coming home an hour or two early though so she could see Zoe before Christmas.

They both got on really well too which was always fun when you had girly days in your flat. You would always end up painting Zoe’s nails and Y/B/F would always let Zoe paint hers.

Alex was currently teaching her how to play the chopsticks melody which she was slowly but surely getting. However, she was distracting herself by asking Alex every question that came to mind.

He loved that she was chatting to him like this and that she seemed to enjoy is company. Alex hadn’t been close to many kids; He always loved his second cousin's children though and obviously Jamie and Nick’s and he of course he loved your new goddaughter Amelia.

But the fact that Zoe had loved him straight away made Alex feel like he was definitely meant to end up with you.

Zoe had just stopped talking about her last few days in nursery and was telling him about all the dolls that she and her friends played with whilst they were there.

She was happily playing the chopsticks melody that Alex thought that she’d pretty much mastered now when she gets his attention.

“Uncle Alex” She asks as she plays the last note of the melody.

“Yeah?” Alex smiles down at her.

Her little pigtails almost hit her in her face when she turns and looks to him. He moved the hair out of her face that had stuck there for her as she asked him her question.

“Where do babies come from?” She asked him curiously.

Alex was not expecting that today.

Her eyes were full of wonder and she obviously had a head full of unanswered questions. And Alex didn’t know whether it was really his place to tell her anything so he thought it would be best to get your input.

“That’s a really good question” He smiles at her, trying to hide his shock. He then continues with, “Shall we go ask Auntie Y/N?”

Zoe nods her head, “Yeah”

“Come on then” Alex says as he stands himself up and then he picks her up. He places Zoe on his hip and walks over to the kitchen to you.

You’d just put your food in the oven for later on and set a timer on your phone when you see the pair making their way over to you.

You turn around and smile at the both of them.

“You okay cutie?” You ask with a smile.

Alex jokingly replies saying, “I’m great thank you, but Zoe here has a question”

You roll your eyes at him before walking towards them and asking Zoe, “What’s up monkey?”

But then your shocked to your core when you’re asked, “Auntie Y/N, where do babies come from?”

Your eyes go wide and you have to make an effort not to nervously laugh.

You smile at her, asking with wide eyes, “What have you and Uncle Alex been talking about?” before you make eye contact with Alex.

He’s smiling at you and he shakes his head, “Nothing, she just asked me, and I thought I’d get your input”

“Right come on. Story time” You smile as you take her off Alex.

You end up explaining in a way that meant you didn’t really have to explain. You say the whole ‘when two people love each other very much’ they can decide if they want a baby.

And if they do, the baby grows in the Mummy’s tummy and then after 9 months the Mummy goes to the hospital and the doctor helps the baby be born.

And you’re thankful that that seems too keep her satisfied.

Once you’ve finished explaining, you ask her, “Any questions darling?”

You saw her make an exaggerated thinking face as she sat on your knee and smiled at her encouragingly. You see her look from you to Alex who was sat just beside you and you note that he also gives her a soft smile.

“Is there one in your tummy?” She asks your before looking down at your stomach.

You smile at her whilst saying, “Nope. There’s not one in my tummy”

You hoped not anyway.

“But you love Uncle Alex right, so doesn’t that mean you’re having one?” She thinks out loud.

You smiled down at her and shook your head, “I do love him, but we haven’t decided we want one yet”

“Ever?” She asks a little dramatically which makes you giggle.

Alex takes over at this point and fills her in.

“Nooo, definitely at some point. Just maybe when you’re a bit older” Alex tells her with a big grin.

Alex looks to you to make sure you were okay with what he said and he’s happy to see you smiling back at him. God, he loved you a lot.

And your smile was always breath-taking to him.

“So, like maybe when I’m ten?” Zoe asks you, planning out your future for you which makes both you and Alex chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe when you’re ten” You say not being able to hide your grin.

You end up adding as a little joke, “Uncle Alex has got to write me some more music before we have a baby”

Alex laughs at that and nudges your shoulder with his a little.

“Are you going to write her a song Uncle Alex?” Zoe asks him, moving herself onto his lap instead.

Again, what an absolute traitor.

“Yeah” Alex chuckles and stands her up on his lap so she’s just holding his hands for balance. “And I’ll make it extra cheesy song because she likes her cheesy romantic films, doesn’t she?”

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been educating him on all the cute Disney films and your favourite romcoms. But you knew that he secretly enjoyed them too though, so he was talking shit.

He’d sent you enough cute text messages and cute little notes around your flat and in LA for you to know that he was just as cheesy as you. And you loved everything about it.

Zoe then starts giggling and nodding her head which makes you grin at her. She then throws her arms around Alex’s neck and gives him a hug which makes Alex’s smile huge and he hugs her back.

“I love you” You softly say to him as you smile at the two of them.

“I love you too” He grins back lazily at you and you lean into kiss him quickly before Zoe loosens her grip on him.

She catches the end of seeing you kiss him, so she then goes and kisses his cheek which you find adorable and your heart swells at the sight.

“Stop stealing my Prince Charming” You tell her with a massive smile on your face. “Where’s my kiss?” You ask her, which Alex laughs at looking very smug that he’d got one and not you.

Zoe just giggles and kisses his cheek again, but this time it’s for longer.

You shake your head.

Traitor.

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Christmas was amazing.

You had such a good 3 weeks back home with everyone.

The plan to have Christmas morning at your parents and then spend the evening at Alex’s parents went down a treat. It was like you and Alex were having two Christmas’ in one day which was great.

You’d got Alex a few different things.

You got him some more aftershave and you made a joke of buying him cheap shitty hair gel that you knew he would never use as a joke. However, you’d made it very clear that now his hair was getting a bit longer he didn’t need the gel in it as much anymore.

You’d gotten him a lot of bits and bobs that he seemed to love when he opened them. The main presents you got him though were your favourites.

You’d got him a silver keyring that was in the shape of a plectrum which had your anniversary date and ’I’ll always pick you’ engraved into it. You also got him actual plectrums he could use too in the shape and thickness that you knew he liked using.

They were all different ones with stupid little phrases on it that Alex seemed to love when he read through a few.

You’d also got him a phonebook full of the photos you’d taken together over the past few months. You’d basically made him a scrapbook and annotated it by writing in all of your favourite moments together so far.

Something that proved quite difficult to make because back in LA you never left each other alone so you would have to do this when he was over at Miles’ for an evening or out at work in various meetings about his upcoming tour.

Alex loved reading through it, and he was definitely generous with his kisses as a thank you.

Your boyfriend treated you a lot more than you were expecting though.

He’d had a similar idea to get creative for one of your presents. He’d obviously scoured Pinterest much like you had, but his gift was adorable.

He’d decorated a jar that read ‘100 Reasons Why I Love You’ which was completely heart melting.

He’d also gotten you a silver Tiffany’s necklace which you knew was far too expensive, but he insisted that he wanted you to have it. The necklace had an ‘A’ dangling from it and Alex said his thinking behind it was that in the coming year he knew you’d be without him at certain points because of his touring with Miles, so he wanted you to have a nice reminder of him.

The thought behind everything he got you was beautiful, and he truly had spoilt you rotten. You’d spent a couple of hundred on all his presents together, but you knew that everything you’d gotten him was a lot below the price of the necklace he got you.

You told him later on that he was silly for spoiling you, but he said that you’d spoiled him just as much.

And whilst that was amazing, you would have to say that the present that actually stuck in your mind most from the holiday was what your best friend got you.

You always had Christmas Eve as your Christmas Day with her due to you not seeing each other on Christmas Day because you both stayed with your families. So, on Christmas Eve she gave you a present that you don't think you’d ever forget.

She had designed an Arctic Monkeys themed present which you loved to pieces.

It was essentially an Arctic Monkeys guide. The box that contained all the goodies was decorated with pictures of all the album covers which was done to the highest standard.

You were so impressed with her.

Inside the box that she’d created held all different things that Alex had referenced in his songs over the years.

From a bag of pick and mix and strawberry laces referencing Crying Lightning, to miniature bottles of whisky to reference I Want It All. Along with that there was a balaclava, red fairy lights, a little teddy, a silver swimsuit, and some new knee socks which made both you and Alex grin.

He’d also took a liking to the spiked collar too.

There were loads of other things in there too and she’d gone above and beyond for you. You honestly adored all the effort she’d put in and you would certainly love making your way through her box of gifts.

Y/B/F was absolutely buzzing with your excited reaction to everything that she’d put together. She wasn’t even fussed when Alex called her a ‘saddo’. You even scorned him playfully for it because you were just as sad as her as you were getting extremely excited over it.

So, Christmas was definitely a blast for all of you.

And life when you got back to LA was just the same as it was before. It truly was domestic bliss.

You’d been home about a week, and it was mid-January. You’d just returned down the stairs after your shower after work and Alex was still at the studio with Miles.

They had both seemed to get some more inspiration over their time apart from each other and headed back into the studio to create some last-minute tunes. You were definitely excited to hear the album finished as you hadn’t heard anything since that day you went into the studio with them.

When Alex comes in about an hour later, he shouts you into the kitchen as he’s brought your favourite take out in with him. Something which you were extremely excited for because it meant that you didn’t have to cook as it was one of your days after all.

Once you’ve kissed him and asked if he was alright, you then began to prep your meals. That didn’t take long at all and before you knew it you were heading into the lounge.

Alex walked ahead of you and you knew before he even did it that he was going to take your seat. Which he did do, and you scorned him for.

“Why do you always insist on nicking my seat?” You ask and you sit yourself down just beside him and rest your plate on your lap.

You watch as Alex puts his drink on the table just beside the settee before he says, “Darling, this was always my spot. You’re the one that stole it from me, but because I’m a nice person I let you use it”

You’d actually never thought about that before. Jeez, you really did impose yourself on his life.

“Wow so I just came in stole you spot and your heart then?” You chuckled a little.

“Stole my heart years back love, but the spot remains up for grabs. First come first serve” Alex informs you with a little humour seeping into his voice.

You smile at him saying the first bit, but you only choose to pick at the apparent new rules for your seat. You tell him, “I’ve literally been sat in it for the past hour”

A smug look makes its way to his face when he says, “I know it’s nice and cosy. Thank you”

“Eat your food Turner” You roll your eyes before taking your first mouthful of delicious food.

He just chuckles before digging in himself.

After you’d finished eating your tea and you’d discarded the both of your plates, you end up cuddling yourself into him. Something which Alex seemed just as keen for as you.

So, as you watched the rerun of Silence of the Lambs on the TV you both relaxed and enjoyed watching the film whilst chatting about work. You’d informed him that you’d had an alright day and nothing significant happened and he told you that he’d almost finished their new cover whilst he was in the studio today.

You were excited to hear his various of Is This What You Wanted because when you listened to the original version you enjoyed listening to Alex sing along over it. So, him singing it all would just make the song 10 times better.

When silence falls between you when the film comes back on, and Alex kisses your forehead ever so often and as you watch.

You always seem to smile as you do that and Alex notes that you’ve also started absentmindedly running your nails up and down his arm without really knowing. Something that he wasn’t aware was actually quite a lovely sensation which he encouraged you to do when you stopped.

When the adverts returned back to the screen was when Alex asked you something that had just come to mind.

“Do you remember me sending you the poem I Wanna Be Yours when I first found it?” He asks curious to see if you’d remember.

“Oh my god yeah. That was years and years before AM wasn’t it? Like back when we toured back home” You say referring to the UK tour you joined them on.

“Yeah” Alex nods in confirmation.  

“I was really hoping you’d of read into that back then” Alex chuckles a little remembering his old hopeless romantic ways.

You sit yourself up a bit so you can look at him when you say, “Believe me, I read into it a lot but I just told myself it was you being your poetic self and sharing what you loved with me”

“My god we were hopeless” Alex says shutting his eyes and leaning his head back.

“We were” You laugh.

You watch as Alex lifts his head back up and smiles at you when he reopened those beautiful brown eyes. You just grin back up at him whilst you savour the cute moment.

“I love you” You almost whisper.

Alex whispers back, “Love you more” before quickly kissing you for a second.

You are once again holding back a smile from him because you would never get tired of hearing that.

“I doubt it but okay” You give him a little grin before snuggling yourself back into him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was about a week later when Alex and Matt walked into the house to hear their old music blasting as soon as the door opened.

From Ritz To Rubble was blaring through the air and it was pretty loud. However, Alex wasn’t surprised at all.

Many an evening he would come home and find you listening to music, whether it be his or someone else’s, he always had a little sing along with you every time if he knew the lyrics.

You always scorned him though every time he got his own lyrics wrong like him saying ‘don’t like the sand’ in Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor and him saying ‘gagging for it’ twice in Teddy Picker. It all ended peacefully though after Alex had tickled you to make you shut up which was always fun for the both of you.

It either ended up in the both of you getting off or cuddling each other. So, either way you were happy.

And Alex knew straight away that the former would be taking place today because of the way you were dressed.  

Alex had gone out with Matt really early this morning and he just left you with a goodbye kiss. You knew they were off playing golf, something which you didn’t expect when they first told you about it but if it kept them entertained that was fair enough.

You had had a lazy morning in bed and made no effort to get up at all until around 11am. If you were honest you were really enjoying the big comfy bed all to yourself.

You ended up going for a shower after you got up and you had a nice long and relaxing one. When you got out you immediately dried your hair, so it wasn’t dripping everywhere.

You really couldn’t be arsed getting dressed for the day and you knew Alex was probably due home soon, so you just decided to dress a little teasingly. You walked into your wardrobe and dropped your towel as you were dry now anyway.

You dressed yourself in a red thong that you knew Alex loved to see you in and you also dressed yourself in one of his black shirts. You didn’t bother with anything else as you wanted to set a mood for when he came back.

And you were thankful that Alex picked up on it before you even noticed he’d come home.

The chorus of Alex’s song filled the room when him and Matt reached the kitchen, but upon seeing you and how you were dressed they both stopped in the doorway.

Alex knew immediately that it was his shirt that was covering your body and the bottom of the shirt just reached the top of your thighs. Alex hadn’t even fully noted that you were dressed like that whilst preparing some food and dancing around.

His eyes were just fixed to your bare legs.

Alex’s eyes are eating you up hungrily when Matt turns towards him and says, “Bet your member’s throbbing lookin' at that”

Alex didn’t miss the erotic novel reference he was throwing his way, but it didn’t mean he was impressed by it.

Alex glares at him but quickly looks back to you dancing around now as you sing along to the loud music. Matt laughs at his best mate whilst he’s still facing towards him and Alex is thankful as he didn’t see what he just did.

As you reached into his top cupboard for another bowl the shirt rose up too and Alex saw that you had a red thong on underneath his shirt. And he could tell you had nothing else on other than those two items.

“Matt, imma need you to go home mate” Alex said as friendly as he could whilst his eyes were still tainted on you.

Matt just laughed, “Aha I thought so. I’ll leave you to it. Have fun”

Alex watched you for another 30 seconds until he heard Matt leave the house, before he then walked over. You still hadn’t noticed him yet as you were focused on making yourself the food.

So, to announce his presence without making you jump, Alex started singing along like he normally did before wrapping his arms around your waist. He already knew that you adored being hugged from behind, so he made sure to do that before me made his moves on you.

“Hey baby” Alex purred down your ear. His accent strong and you could already tell what he was in the mood for.

And it wasn’t your cooking.

You play dumb and smile, “Hey”

“I missed you” He tells you as his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist before he begins to kiss your neck.

“I missed you too. So, I thought I’d make some food to keep me occupied” You tell him, half-heartedly chopping up more ingredient to put in.

Alex nipped down on your neck a few times before he informed you, “I have other ideas about keeping you occupied right now”

Alex of course dragged you away from the food you were trying to make and placed you on top of the kitchen island. And then he proceeded to get you worked up which had you moaning just as loud as the music.

That was something that was definitely a nice bonus about Alex. He always looked after, you in the sense that you always came either once or twice before he did.

Whether it was caused by his fingers or his tongue, or however else he saw fit, you were always very privileged during foreplay. When he was playing nice anyway.  

You ended up having sex on the island too. A surface which you two hadn’t yet christened, but you certainly enjoyed it more than cooking.

The music that filled the empty room was also something you’d enjoyed a whole lot.

You had your Monkeys playlist on shuffle with a couple of songs scheduled to come on more frequently than others. And there were no prizes for Alex calling you out on it as he slowed his thrusts for a few seconds when a certain tune started.

The iconic riff of your song filled the room, much like Alex was currently filling you, and Alex called you out on how coincidental the music seemed to be.

“You knew I was coming home, didn’t you?” Alex asked you as the sound system broadcasted him singing the beginning of Knee Socks.

You whined at him barely moving anymore as he’d already gotten you really worked up, but you nodded at him to answer his question.

“You dress like this just for me baby?” He asked you in a low gruff voice as his sinful lips trailed up your neck.

Alex had completely unbuttoned the shirt and it hung half off your shoulders. But he’d kept it on you because you did look sexy wearing his clothes.

As worked up as you were though, you could tell by his voice that he was demanding an answer to what he just said.

You silently pleaded with him as his singing filled the room, but one look into his eyes meant that you knew you had to answer him. Or he wouldn’t carry on.  

You murmur, with need dripping from your voice, “Thought you’d like it”

He nipped down on your neck a few times which just made you more desperate for movement. But his torture carried on.

“You pick the music just so I would fuck you to your song?” Alex breathed into your ear as he stopped his thrusts completely.

He lent in to kiss you and you nodded against his lips to answer him just before you kissed him back. Alex could tell that you were silently begging with your kisses too.

He decides to tease you some more by withdrawing his hips from yours, so he no longer filled you completely. The emptiness you felt was then enough to make you desperately whine for him.

“Please” You pleaded needing more, your nails were clawing at his back begging for things to continue.

And that was something which you carried on repeating until Alex gave you what you wanted.

Alex then proceeded to slam his hips back into yours which made you cry out in pleasure as he filled you back up.

Needless to say, having sex with him to your song was the highlight of your entire life.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A month later life was still perfect.

Work was treating you well and Alex and Miles had dropped their first few single from the new album. The response from them was amazing and you loved seeing your twitter blow up over them.

It had been a bit of a hectic month with Alex at various radio interviews and other promotional events, but he seemed to really enjoy everything about it. He was back to acting like a lunatic with his best mate beside him again.

And you knew that there was nothing more that he loved than being up on stage with his mates, so you were excited he got to do it again after his year break from it.

You weren’t worried about him touring at all as you knew that when he eventually went on the road in April he would have loads of fun. And you would have fun scouring the internet for videos of all the various shows.

But until then you would spend as much time together as you could. So that meant lots of time with your friends and also lots of time just the two of you.

You also spent a lot more time in bed together just cuddling each other before you had to face the day ahead. And due to Alex’s having to get up early the last few days to appear on breakfast radio shows, he’s woken up before you today.

That and probably because the light that the windows were letting in probably woke him up too. You were both a little preoccupied last night to close the blinds.

Alex tiredly blinded his eyes until they adjusted to the room and what he saw when he opened his eyes was just stunning.

You were asleep next to him in the most adorable position and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way the sunlight hit your features was gorgeous and you looked so peaceful.

Alex felt so privileged to witness you like this. Completely calm and completely vulnerable. You were your most beautiful when you were like this.

The sky that could be seen through the window behind you was gorgeous too. Alex had never seen anything quite like it.

In the distance Alex could see that the sun was just about to rise causing half the sky to turn beautiful shades of yellow, orange, and red. The nights sky also didn’t seem to be ready to leave yet, as the other half of the sky was almost a purple colour that faded into a deep blue, with little red tinted clouds fading the red sky into the purple.

So, Alex’s view truly was beautiful. He was just unsure of what was more captivating.

Alex looked back to you to see that your hair was slightly falling onto your face and Alex had to fight away the urge to brush it away for you. He knew it would eventually annoy you and cause you to stir.

And because he wanted to capture this moment in time forever, he quickly picked up the phone closest to him.

It turned out to be your phone and he knew you wouldn’t mind him using it, so he quickly unlocked it and took a picture of you.

You looked so peaceful in the photo. It was so beautiful.

You were lay asleep looking as elegant as ever with the stunning view behind you. Alex found himself astounded by your beauty and he thanked his lucky stars that you were all his and that he got these moments with you.

After looking at the photo for a moment, Alex then gently moved your hair back behind your ear before kissing your temple and settling himself into bed properly again.

But as he watched the sky fade slowly rise into complete daylight, he couldn’t get the picture out of his head.

He just wanted everyone to see how pretty you were. And it was a gorgeous picture, so he didn’t see any harm in sharing it.

So, Alex then uploaded the picture of you to your Instagram.

Before he tried to fall back to sleep beside you, he typed out a caption before sending it off for the world to appreciate just as much as he did.  

Sorry I stole your phone, but my view was beautiful, and I just had to share it. Thank you for making me smile every day and for being my best friend. I love you so much -AT x

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Breaking News pt. 3

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“What are you doing here?” Auguste asks, after he opens the door and finds Damen and Nik grinning and holding matching bottles of Vodka.

“You’ve hardly said anything the entire summer,” Damen says, stepping into the apartment. “We wanted to make sure you were alive.”

“I am,” Auguste says, swallowing the knot in his throat, only for it to form again immediately after. “I told you I’d be spending time with my brother-”

“We know,” Nik says, stepping in, too; Auguste closes the door behind them, unsure of whether to kick them out or not. He’s not having the easiest time, dealing with Laurent, and he’s missed seeing his friends, but Laurent is – most likely – having a much harder time than he is, and Auguste’s priority now – and, he’s vowed, for the rest of his life – is making sure Laurent is alright and safe.

Plus, Laurent isn’t in his care permanently, yet; he has a hearing at the end of the summer, before he goes back to school, and he knows Kashel can drop in any time unannounced while Laurent lives with him simply to see how he’s doing. He cannot risk anything messing that up. He’s changed his entire life for this, basically. No more parties, no more girls – and fuck had it been awkward the first time a girl had knocked on the door looking for Auguste and Laurent had answered the door – no more alcohol, no drugs, nothing that could possibly endanger his liability as a guardian for Laurent. He’s practically purged his apartment.

“This really isn’t a good time,” Auguste tries; Laurent is sleeping. He's been getting nightmares, and now his sleep schedule is all messed up, which in turn has messed up Auguste’s sleeping schedule, which, okay, to be fair, was pretty messed up in the first place. They’d both been awake until six in the morning – because Laurent is going through a phase where he panics the moment Auguste leaves him alone, and yes, falling asleep first counts as leaving him alone, even if he’s right beside him – and then Laurent had slept for two hours, which had mercifully allowed Auguste to sleep as well, and then he’d woken up again; after Auguste had managed to coax him into eating something, and then reading to him for a while – there are days where Laurent hardly talks, which means Auguste has had to find things to do to comfort Laurent that don’t involve him having to talk – he'd fallen asleep again around four. Now, it’s been two hours, and though Auguste has only left his side to answer the door, he’s eager to get back, because he’s made the mistake before to not be there when Laurent wakes up, and he doesn’t want a repeat of that panic attack.

“Come on, dude,” Damen says. “No one’s seen you in months, it’s been long enough-”

There’s a sound from the living room – in which they’ve mostly been sleeping, since Laurent cannot stand to be alone but also can’t stand to wake up in the middle of the night and see someone lying next to him – and Auguste thinks, shit.

“I’ll be right back.” He walks to the living room quickly, and, thankfully, Laurent is just waking up, which means Auguste is there when he opens his eyes.

He’d had to move the couch to make the two mattresses fit – it’s now in the kitchen – close enough so Laurent can see him easily when he wakes up but not close enough that he thinks someone is in his bed with him; he also doesn’t want a repeat of that panic attack.

“Is someone here?” he asks immediately.

Auguste nods; he has an uncanny ability to tell when people are in the apartment. “My friends stopped by. I can send them away.”

“Did you open the door for them?”

Auguste nods.

“Did you leave me?”

This particular phase of Laurent’s recovery has been hard; even when Auguste is in the shower, Laurent will simply sit on a stool in the other side of the closed door and make him talk constantly to make sure he’s still there, because he can’t see him, and it’s distressing for him. It’s the same when it’s Laurent in the shower, and when Auguste is sitting on the stool on his phone, talking mindlessly through the door, it’s the closest thing he’s had to privacy in the last few weeks.

“Only for a minute,” he swears. Distress shows in Laurent’s face, and Auguste continues quickly. “But I won’t again, I promise. I can tell them to leave, it’ll only take a few minutes, and you can come with me.”

That’s going to be a weird conversation, but Auguste can text them later with more of an explanation; he doesn’t know if they’ve seen the news, or if they’ll know what’s happened to Laurent, but he hopes that, if he does, they won’t say it. Paschal seems to be the only one who can mention it without driving Laurent into a bad place. Once, Auguste and Laurent had stumbled through a report on what happened on TV, late at night, and it had taken nearly sixteen hours to coax Laurent into moving again, let alone talking or eating.

Laurent hesitates. “You don’t have to tell them to leave.”

“You want them to stay?” Auguste asks, surprised; he didn’t think Laurent wanted to be around people. Thankfully, reporters haven’t been hounding them as much as they did a month ago, but he didn’t think Laurent would want to see anyone.

“Not really,” Laurent admits. “But I think it might be good. For you.”

Auguste really does want to see his friends, but he really doesn’t want to make Laurent uncomfortable.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” he says.

Laurent nods, even if he doesn’t look certain.

“If at any point you want them to leave, you can tell me,” he insists; he really hopes that won’t happen.

“Alright,” Laurent agrees.

They walk out of the living room and into the kitchen together; Damen and Nik are rummaging around Auguste’s kitchen, grabbing snacks and glasses.

“Auguste, why the fuck is your couch in your kitchen?” Nik asks, climbing on it to look on top of the fridge, where Auguste used to keep all the good bottles of alcohol. “And what the fuck happened to every bottle you had?”

Auguste shifts lightly, keenly feeling Laurent beside him; though he thinks Laurent has already guessed how Auguste was living while he was trapped with their uncle, he doesn’t really want any explicit mentions of it.

“We saw Vannes,” Damen says, busy pouring chips into a plate. “She said she showed up at your door in lingerie and you turned her away-”

“Okay,” Auguste interrupts loudly, making his friends look over to him. Vannes’s visit had been incredibly uncomfortable; when, instead of Auguste, Laurent had opened the door, she’d cursed so loudly while she closed her coat that Auguste’s neighbors had peered into the hallway. Laurent had freaked out, Vannes had freaked out – yelling at Auguste about why he hadn’t told her he had a ‘fucking child’ in his care – and it had been mortifying for pretty much everyone involved. “Guys, this is my brother. Laurent, these are Damen and Nik.”

“Oh, cool,” Nik says. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Laurent says carefully, shifting a little closer to Auguste subtly.

“Hey.” Damen’s dimple shows when he smiles at Laurent. He lifts the bottle of Vodka towards him. “Want some?”

“He’s fifteen,” Auguste says.

“Oh,” Damen says, blinking. “No, then?”

“No,” Auguste says.

Damen shrugs and pours three shots of Vodka, handing one to Nik and then pushing one into Auguste’s hand despite his protests.

“If you don’t want it, I'll drink it,” Laurent offers, and Damen grins at him.

“See?” he says.

Auguste considers it; part of him feels like he has no right to place any sort of boundaries with Laurent. In the time when his brother needed him the most, in the times where he needed an adult, Auguste wasn’t there, so he feels like not allowing him a shot of Vodka could be overstepping his place.

He shakes the feeling off.

“No,” he says firmly. “You’re a child, Laurent. You can’t drink Vodka.”

He’d talked about it to Paschal, exactly because he’d been having this exact problem in the first few weeks Laurent was here. Paschal had reminded him that since their parents died, Laurent hasn’t had anyone to impose healthy boundaries, no one to parent him, which has made him overtly mature for his age, but he’s still a child, and he’s Auguste’s responsibility.

“I’m fifteen.”

It might be too little too late, but Auguste is getting better.

He hopes it’ll be enough, some day.

“Exactly,” Auguste says. He hands the shot glass back to Damen, who shrugs and drinks it. “Don’t get drunk here.”

“Alright.” Damen nods. They might not understand – at all – what Auguste is going through, but they’re good friends, and they’ll support him through it. Auguste regrets not texting them more often before. “Do you want to play poker? We brought cards.”

Auguste looks at Laurent, who shrugs. “I’ve never played. Uncle liked to play chess.”

Auguste vows to never bring a chessboard near Laurent again. Nothing that’ll even risk a triggered memory.

“We can teach you,” Nikandros says. “Auguste and Damen are both crap at it because they can’t lie for shit, but hopefully you’ll turn out better.”

“Maybe you’re just a terrible teacher,” Damen says.

“I’m not,” Nikandros says. “You’re shit liars.”

Auguste and Damen begin protesting immediately, and Laurent smiles softly for the first time in days.

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Dear Diary 37

So this moon I’ve been taking a bit of a break from performing to work on songwriting and composing. I’ve written a few songs, two of which I did actually perform for the Black Lions. I am taking a break, I really am! But they had made plans for this gathering and I had promised to do a performance for them ahead of time. I wasn’t going to back out just because I wanted to hole myself in my apartment and write songs.

I haven’t just been writing songs though. I joined in this weird tournament the nobles back home are hosting. I was more curious because I wanted to see if Father had invested into it, but it doesn’t seem like it. I didn’t see our name anywhere in the sponsored listing. I ended up being out of the tournament pretty early, but I did get to fight against Quin!

Gods he’s ridiculous in close combat! I really have missed fighting my friends though. We don’t have the Plume anymore, but do we really need a building to get together and fight? Not that the atmosphere wasn’t nice, and having new challengers was great, but a part of me wonders if we couldn’t get together every now and again to challenge each other to some no-holds barred fights.

It’s been nice to meet new people from the tournament. I met a unique fighter named Kaisuri(? did I spell that right? Oh well), and a merchant named Claude. Also a journalist who was fighting with Quin! Hyjr was fighting in the tournament too. She was amazing to fight with. She’s gonna go far, even in the Bozja campaign, I think. I’m glad she was promoted. There was some old viera woman there who gave her crap and I didn’t like it, but I was equally angry Hyjr didn’t stand up for herself.

I don’t know much about the viera or their culture, but I don’t think Hyjr didn’t need to take that. Maybe that was her mom or something, I don’t know. I couldn’t really catch much of the conversation, but what I did catch wasn’t great. Quin stood up for Hyjr in his own way though.

I wonder if Hyjr will ever figure out Quin is Leo. Or maybe question how some Random Kid knew all of Hyjr’s accomplishments on the field. I doubt she’ll ever figure out Quin is Leo though, the two personalities couldn’t be any more different. It’s easy to treat him as two separate people because of it, too. It’s fine, even with all his different personalities, I feel like who he is at his core is fundamentally him. That won’t make sense to anyone who reads this, but I know what I mean.

Oh! We went to the spa! It was beautiful! I think it was more like a resort than anything else. They showed us around and it was packed. It was the place Conor told us about who even knows how long ago, and we were finally able to visit. We managed to get a VIP room and a bard named Zana’sae performed for us while we relaxed and caught up. Eventually, we started playing a card game and pulled Zana into it. It was a weird game that Gail had on her where you had to do whatever it was the card told you to do. Basically truth or dare, the card game?

I’d really like to go again. It was nice to relax and unwind. There was a lot of laughter and I think that was needed.

There is something I wish I could write in here, but I feel like I’m overstepping a boundary by feeling the way I do. And while I know why I do feel this way, I don’t feel I have the right to, so I’m trying to push this aside. But it’s a bit of a sad, lonely feeling, and I don’t like that, either. I don’t think I understand myself sometimes.

Ah, I received a letter a week ago from Fitaan. He’s fine with meeting up sometime, but also has asked me to try to find it in my heart to forgive Sahrin. I don’t want to go much more into what was written or how it made me feel. I think I’m still trying to process all of that, which mostly just makes me feel angry. I’ll get with the others to see how they feel.

I was excited that I had the opportunity to tour and sight see around Thavnair with my friends. I didn’t visit home, but my brother will probably catch wind of me being home and seek me out. 

There was also the Festival of Blades which was very nice. I loved watching the other performers and it was nice to see people get recognized for their efforts. I saw people I’d never seen before, that was interesting. Everyone contributes in their own way, fighting their fights in different areas to accomplish the same goals. I hope we can do something like that again.

I’ve been doing a lot of traveling of late I’ve noticed. I’ve been inspired, not just by personal things, but by my surroundings. Looks like I’m not the only one, since Cecilia has decided to get out into the performing scene too. I’m excited for her! Kynuh approached us as the Gilded Stag’s outdoor event and offered her to do a dance number for one of her songs and when I said that’d be fun, it turned into a group routine! So the three of us are working on that. Kynuh and I perform different genres, but I’d like to think we can find a common ground for music. I guess we’ll see!

This seems like a good note to close things on!

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i want to say thanks for the concern, i really appreciate it, and also apologize for the graphic explanation of where i've been. i didn't realize that it could have triggered you or anyone else, and i'm sorry about that and will make sure to denote stuff like that with a trigger warning before going on to speak. although to be honest i didn't think to do so because i never thought of myself as an alcoholic, or of my situation being reminiscent of alcoholism; just an odd accident.

i still don't, really.

nevertheless, i don't think you're overstepping boundaries at all. i've decided to cut back on the drinking. it wasn't by choice; i came back home to find all the alcohol removed and all the ingredients i used to make my many colorful prides and joys gone from my mini fridges. but am i mad about it? nah, i'm not even upset; my family's actions were and still are perfectly understandable. but i am a little bit embarrassed; the house has basically been baby-proofed. i also wish they would have told me about it before doing it, i wouldn't have even disagreed, i just would've appreciated being able to throw my two cents in.

-shrugs- besides that though, the situation hasn't been scary at all for me, it's more like a...out of body experience? i think. to give you some perspective, i don't remember much, just downing another...zombie? i think it was a zombie i made, and then next thing i know i'm in the hospital with a tube shoved down my throat. everybody else was scared and very sad, but i was just plain confused by everything.

but i have been taking it easy anyways, you've got nothing to worry about. oh, and one more thing: i know the day has long, long since passed, but happy valentine's day, yeah? i hope you know that you're a wonderful human being, and that you never, ever forget that. take care now! ❤️

~🍜

Hmmmm, I can’t really say if what you have is alcoholism or not either, since I’m barely an expert on that, but you certainly have some kind of drinking problem if you had alcohol poisoning, y’know? I thought that was the best way to tag it.  

It didn’t particularly trigger me since I’m not really around alcohol and it’s not something that has proven to be a problem in my life, but I tagged it that way because other people could have been triggered. It more... concerned me. I appreciate the future warnings though. 

I think it was a good call on your family’s part not to tell you. I mean, I also get why you would want to be involved in that decision, and that you sort of feel infantilized by it, but you know, I think it would have been perfectly warranted of your family to think your sense of judgement was flawed. Maybe you’re not an alcoholic but they can’t know that. 

I still think you should take care of yourself in all this. You know, that confusion can be pretty scary too. Maybe for you it was different, but if it were me, I know that the idea of almost dying would have been pretty jarring. Maybe that doesn’t bother you though? That’s perfectly fine. You didn’t feel like you were dying after all. But my point was - you should take care of yourself, in whatever way you find you need to. 

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, anon! I have been sending late Valentine’s Day cards the next day after Valentine’s, so I think it’s okay. There’s actually a different love holiday in my country, so the date doesn’t mean much to me, I’m just happy to make silly cards and get thoughtful wishes. 

#🍜 anon #asks #ask if this needs any tws

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The Boys With a Medic S/O

Does anyone know why I say “ish” or is it just something I started throwing in and have never explained so people are confused?

This one got a little long with all the characters, so everyone else is under the cut!

Also, so sorry if the quality of the piece gets worse as it goes on, I’m writing the second half of this at two am. <’D

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Akande

Whether or not you’re a medic doesn’t really change your relationship at all

The same soft, casual, romantic ish regardless

Though, being a medic, you’re probably an early riser to get to work

Akande, who’s always an early riser, spends the morning with you eating, getting ready and all that, then walks you to the med bay if he doesn’t have his own business to attend to at the time

Always pops in the med bay to chat for a bit if neither of you are busy

Escorts you to the cafeteria or takes you out to lunch since the two of you have the same break

Packs your lunch on the occasion of you being super busy to make sure you still actually have food and don’t just work through the lunch hour

Makes sure you don’t overwork yourself or get yourself stressed out; being a medic can’t be an easy job

You’re his go-to medic

Baptiste

Working together!!

That type of couple that works together like a well-oiled machine

Either of you need an item? The other’s already handing it to you

You have a question? You don’t even need to finish the phrase before you have your answer

Need someone to help you with something? Jean’s already being called for you

Working in the same space? You work and move together like, well, a well-oiled machine

Ultimate medic power couple

Teasing and chatting and smooching when things aren’t busy

One of you always has a lunch packed for the both of you

Taking care of each other to make sure neither of you gets overworked

Jean jokes and teases a lot about needing a doctor

A love doctor

Jean, stop, you nerd

Genji Shimada

Just because he’s a cyborg doesn’t mean he’s not going to pretend he has injuries just to come see you

“Genji, I’m not even that type of medic; I literally couldn’t help you even if you were injured.”

“... But you can kiss my scraped elbow better.”

“Your elbow is metal; a scrape would not hurt you.”

You say as you grab his arm to kiss his elbow anyway

Unfortunately, with his traveling and your line of work, you don’t get to see other very often

However, you still keep contact with heartwarming letters and the occasional pressed flower

Genji often sends you little knickknacks and other items that he thinks you’d like during his travels

They often hint to where he’s at, as kind of a game between the two of you

More than once, he’s brought a broken soul to you for help and a bit of fixing up

A kind, strong-willed soul yourself, you take these challenges in stride

When he gets home from traveling and you’re still at work, he’ll meet you outside the compound to reunite and perhaps to go on a date before heading home

Not being together as often makes the reuniting and the time you do spend together that much sweeter

Hanzo Shimada

Whether or not you’re a medic means very little in the relationship

The biggest thing is that he’s hella respectful of your workplace

To the point where, if you wanted a kiss, you’d probably have to convince him that “Hanzo, it’s fine, I’m on break, no one c a r e s”

“Hanzo, you are allowed to come into the med bay, it’s a public area”

“Hanzo, you literally came to pick me after work. There’s no one here, you’re allowed to hold my hand.”

At least he’s respectful, though

Trusts you over other medics and straight up requests you

He could be bleeding out and be like you guys can take care of me for now but as soon as they’re available I want my s/o

He’s That Bitch

Once he got injured pretty badly on the field and while he was high on pain meds dude was the most affectionate and touchiest he’s ever been in his lifetime

Despite the situation that got him there, it was the best and funniest event to happen in your workplace and you never let him forget it

Junkrat

Poor you

But also great for him

You get visits or calls from him several times a day

Dude gets into trouble constantly and you bet your ass he tries to take advantage of this and you being a medic to get your attention

Even for the littlest things

“Jamie, that’s a paper cut. You do not need full medical attention.”

Even for things that are not in your profession

“Jamie, I can’t make you a leg; that’s not my profession.“

Of course, if you’re having a rough day or show your irritation towards his antics ever, he apologizes and tones it down

Tells you that he just wants to spend time with you as much as possible

Tries to cheer you up whenever you get overwhelmed or stressed from a busy day

You always take care of each other

He protects you and tries to make your days more lighthearted

You make sure he takes care of himself as much as the trashman is willing to, and bandage and smooch the smallest of scratches

Especially at home; it’s a whole fluffy, mushy thing

Roadie hates it when he’s around

Lucio

Thinks you being a medic is hella cool and respectable

At one point has probably had you show him some of the basics so he has that information in case something happens and you’re not around to help

Always tries to make the home space cozy and pleasant when you get home because he knows working in a med bay, with injured and sick people a lot of the time, can be taxing

The softest and sweetest of boys

But when is he not

When he has to leave for shows or tours, he always tidies up the house and stocks the fridge and whatnot so you don’t have to worry about that stuff while he’s gone, at least for a while

While on the road he always sends you clips from shows and videos of him singing to you, and sometimes just “miss you!” selfies

Speaking of that, he almost always pulls you into dancing around the house when you get home from work

Sings to you a lot too

McCree

Thinks being a medic is a great and hella respective profession

But will also totally take advantage of it to spend time with you

Usually, he doesn’t like to go to the med bay unless he absolutely has to

However, now

Comes in even with minor injuries

Frequent overall health checkups

Calls you or shows up when he’s been drinking a little to much or got into a scuffle with some douche

You can’t exactly complain; he’s taking better care of himself than he ever has in the past

All under the idea of just doing it to see you

Not to mention, being in a small, enclosed area with a pretty shirtless cowman who continuously compliments and flirts with you isn’t often an unwanted event

However, if you’re busy during his drop-by, he often tries to put the facade back up and leave again

The other medics have learned to hold him hostage until you’re free again, unless it’s something serious

Does his best to make sure life outside of work is lighthearted and comfortable as he can, though there’s still the occasional scuff

Tries to keep in tune with your emotions during and after work so he doesn’t overstep and make life worse for you

Reaper

Get that bread

Highly respects your profession

Never bothers you at work, which is probably a little disappointing on occasion during times where you’re free for lunch and your breaks line up

However, you can’t really be mad

You’re often the one going and checking up on him when you have free time

The man does a terrible job of taking care of himself, being self-loathing and also throwing himself into his criminal work almost 24/7

You bring him snacks and water and the like on breaks if you can track him down

Often goes to pick up dinner after work and then comes back to hang out and eat with him at the office while he works late

Rubbing his stiff shoulders and back and arms while he’s hunched over his desk doing paperwork

Or rubbing the pieces that haven’t smoked off his body, that is

He loves and appreciates you so hard, but lowkey feels bad that you feel like you have to take care of him alongside your other business

It takes some convincing, assurance, and maybe even a little scolding to get his brain off such thoughts

Giving him smooches and making sure he takes breaks

You’ve fallen asleep in his office only to wake up in your comfy bed at home more than once

Reinhardt

The perfect balance of respecting work boundaries and being a sweet, sappy man

The two of you share breakfast together before work, if you both have the time

Picks you up for lunch almost every day, and visits you when he’s not busy with his own business

If you’re busy, depending on the task you’re dealing with, he’ll either wait for you to be free or leave a message with another medic and drop by later

Always picks you up after work

If he’s gone on a trip for work, he leaves messages for you to read on your breaks and calls or video chats you during lunch

Always asks about your day and makes sure you’re doing well and taking care of yourself

Roadhog

Is overall indifferent to the situation

He finds it mildly pleasant that, should anything direly serious happen (as rare of an occurrence as that may be), he has someone trusted in the medical field he can do

Worries on occasion when you come home from a particularly taxing and/or gruesome day that looking like a tired wreck

Does his best to comfort and soothe you in his own quiet way

This mainly involves cuddling and massages and ordering good food

Then there’s the days you come home with fire in your eyes, overflowing with pride as you talk about your work

He knows he doesn’t have to be too worried when he sees you like that

Soldier 76

Finds your work very honorable and respects it a lot

Probably told you this when the two of you first met and that’s what caught your attention

Thinks much more highly of you than himself

He probably catches you in the hall during work or pops in when he sees you free through the med bay window, but otherwise doesn’t often bother you during work

Occasionally takes you to lunch or walks with you to the cafeteria if he’s too busy to eat lunch that day

The two of you kind of take turns taking care of each other

Helping each other through everyday stresses and making sure you’re both treating yourselves healthily

He makes sure you’re eating and staying hydrated and you make sure he actually goes home instead of working through the entire night

The occasional smooch or handhold

Zenyatta

Similar with Genji, Zenyatta’s travels and your busy schedule make spending time together difficult on occasion

His permanent home is a sanctuary, so you’re often not alone with him either way

Not that you mind; you love to help take care of people there

Plus there’s various pleasant, relaxing things to do there, such as meditate or tending to the gardens or simply chatting with the visiting people and sharing a bite

Regardless of how frequently the two of you are physically together, you keep in touch

A constant stream of letters and when he has the time and service, Zenyatta often calls to check up on you

Tries to always call in the morning, on your lunch, and at night but different time zones and both of your works being pretty fluid, that’s not always possible

If you want some time truly alone together, your place is the spot to go

Lots of cuddling, smooching, and catching up

He always brings one or two small gifts for you when he gets home from a trip

If he gets home during the day, he’ll either catch you during your lunch or go to your home and tidy up while your away, then surprise you by waiting on your doorstep when you get there at night

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Small Talk-Coin

Also on ao3

Day 4: Opportunity/Chance/Risk

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~Caffeine, small talk

Wait out the plastic weather

Mmhmm, uh uh, discussing current events~

Hizashi sat across from an extraordinarily hot man that asked him on a date to a coffee shop. Hizashi could hardly believe it, especially given how stand-offish the man was when Hizashi first started talking to him.

"It's pretty rainy out, isn't it?" Hizashi said, feeling the sweat on his palms as he took a sip of the coffee he got, and that's when the floodgates opened. "You know, Earth isn't the only planet to have rain. Well, it's pretty much the only planet that actually rains water-water is pretty much exclusive to Earth, unless you count the frozen water on planets like Venus and Mars. There's also frozen water on the moons of planets, but that's pretty much exclusive to moons near the gas giant planets. Actually, both Neptune and Uranus are said to have water-though it's apparently supercritical, which I think basically means that it flows, like, really, really fast. But, yeah, rain-you know it rains diamonds on both Neptune and Saturn? And then Venus rains sulfuric acid. Oh! You know how Jupiter's Great Red Spot is because of a giant storm? Well, there's something similar on Saturn called the Great White Spot, which is the area of a huge storm that has so much lightning that the area looks white from space. Actually, the planets in general have a lot of storms. But, you know, weather doesn't just happen on the main planets-it also happens on moons, like Saturn's moon, Titan? It rains methane there, to the point where it actually heavily mimics the water cycle here on Earth, and..."

It then dawned on Hizashi that he was probably talking way, way too much. He paused and looked towards his date-Shouta, who was staring attentively at Hizashi.

"Uh..." Hizashi found that he was much too embarrassed to keep rambling on about the weather in outer space.

"Aren't you an English teacher?" Shouta asked.

"Oh! Yeah! I am," Hizashi grinned sheepishly. "But I talk a lot with some of the other teachers, and the Astronomy teacher, Mx. Thirteen, has been rambling about the weather on other planets and moons lately-I think they’re mostly just trying to get their lesson plan together, and they feel a lot more confident about it when they've hashed out the information to someone who doesn't really know anything about what they're talking about. I honestly can get that-it's pretty difficult to make sure that the material you give is going to be understood. It just so happens that I've retained some of the information regarding his lesson plans, so I guess it's kind of been of the brain lately.”

~I'll take my time

I'm not the forward thinker

You read my mind

Better to leave it unsaid

Why can't I leave it unsaid?~

Shouta managed to ask out the incredibly attractive teacher who was his co-worker and who taught his son. While Shouta was somewhat resistant to do so, Hitoshi insisted, citing that he couldn't stand the two ogling each other every time they saw each other.

Shouta found a coffee shop to be a simple, nice first date that they could go on to actually talk to each other outside of a work environment, and Shouta was starting to get the suspicion that Hizashi had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous.

Now, Shouta didn't really have any problem with the amount Hizashi was talking. In fact, it was very soothing to listen to-Hizashi had a very nice voice.

What Shouta did have a problem with is that he didn't want Hizashi to be so nervous on this date. It was supposed to be causal, nice, and low-pressure, and Hizashi looked like he was in a place that was excruciatingly formal, terrible, and high-pressure.

It was the exact opposite of the atmosphere Shouta had wanted for their date.

But how to get Hizashi to relax?

~You know I talk too much

Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up

We could blame it all on human nature

Stay cool, it's just a kiss

Oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

I talk too much, we talk too much~

"Ah, but I'm sure there's some stuff you want to talk about too," Hizashi interrupted his own train of thought after realizing that he was probably talking about himself a little too much. "You teach history and government, right?"

"Yeah, I do," Shouta answered.

"What's it like teaching that?" Hizashi questioned. "English has a tendency to be pretty subjective, especially when we're analyzing English literature in the more advanced courses. I guess history and government is a bit more concrete, yeah?"

"People often think that, but history and government are often more subjective than most might think," Shouta started, practically going into teacher mode. "In history, we have to use documents and stories and artifacts to tell us what happened. It's simple enough to talk about history that was ten or twenty years ago because nowadays we tend to write things down. It gets a bit muddier when it comes to thousands of years ago, where the only records we have are things that were left. However, even written history often has a bias, which can call into question the validity of a source, but, if it's the only source available to us, it can be difficult to eliminate that bias. There's also the issue of what events occurred to lead to other events. It's not always easy to tell what caused what, and there's always going to be more than one reason for an event happening. And we have similar problems with government and learning about how the government functions. There's a difference between how it's meant to function and how it actually functions. I often find that government is less a class about how the government works and more about how to participate in politics in a well-educated manner."

Now it was Shouta's turn to become embarrassed by how much he spoke. He looked down at his coffee cup.

"...Sorry, I don't usually talk that much."

~You know my type

Tightrope across the table

Mmhmm, uh huh

I can't keep holding my breath~

"No, no! It's fine. I did ask about it, after all," Hizashi grinned. Shouta might also be a nervous rambler, huh. "I can't say that I know too much about history or government other than the basics, not that I didn't pay attention in class, it's just been so long since I learned it that most of the details are kind of fuzzy. And, from what you say, it seems like the curriculum is different nowadays, so, even if I did remember everything from those classes, I'm not sure how much of the information is accurate anymore."

"Well, some things stay the same," Shouta admitted. "At this point, it's mostly going to be more minor details that we've corrected. And then, at least in the classes I teach, there's more of an emphasis on critical thinking skills and getting the students to form their own opinions about things. They're at that age where they're starting to actually think more about their political views, and I want them to come to rational decisions about what they believe in instead of simply parroting their parents.

"English is kind of similar in that regard," Hizashi responded. "At least the English literature course, and the other literature courses, as well. They're meant to teach students to analyze words. In those classes, they learn how to find the bias, the reason behind the bias, and how that bias can affect the way a piece of literature is read. So, in a way, it's teaching the kids to find bias in news articles and think critically about the way the information is presented."

~New wave, no time

Red velvet under pressure

Blah blah, green eyes

I never leave it unsaid

Why can't I leave it unsaid?~

Holy shit, Shouta was pretty sure he was in love.

"That's always a useful skill in this day and age," Shouta said without really thinking, his thoughts suddenly drifting elsewhere. Hizashi, almost sensing the drift in conversation, changed the subject completely.

"I guess we might be talking about work a bit too much. It kind of seems a little silly to go out to coffee so that we can talk outside of work and then talk about nothing except work, right? There's some kind of irony in that, I know. I could talk about some music I recently found! I don't know really know what your tastes in music are, but I've been listening to a band called Coin, and-"

Hizashi voice really was soothing. It was nice to listen to, like wind chimes on the front porch. Shouta knows he should probably be paying actual attention to what Hizashi is saying, but he's started to get lost in those emerald eyes, and Shouta is sorely tempted to kiss him.

~You know I talk too much

Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up

We could blame it all on human nature

Stay cool, it's just a kiss

Oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

I talk too much, we talk too much~

Would that be okay? They are on a date-it's not necessarily completely out of the question, but Shouta wondered if he would be overstepping his boundaries somewhat.

Or were kisses more reserved for when Shouta walked Hizashi back to his apartment as a goodbye?

Shouta barely registered saying something in response to Hizashi. He wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but he was pretty sure that they were words.

~Silence is golden, and you've got my hopes up

We talk too much

No hesitation, what are we waiting for?

We talk too much~

Eventually, the date ended, and Shouta did indeed walk Hizashi back to his apartment.

Hizashi started rambling again, clearly out of nervousness, which honestly didn’t weigh too well on Shouta’s conscious.

So Shouta did what he wanted to do for pretty much the whole date and kissed Hizashi.

~You know I talk too much (too much)

Honey, come put your lips on mine

And shut me up (shut me up)

We could blame it all on human nature

Stay cool, it's just a kiss

Oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

I talk too much, we talk too much~

Hizashi leaned back into the kiss, and, when they parted, they were both somewhat dazed.

At least they didn’t feel nervous anymore.

#erasermic #eraserhead #erasermic week 2019 #present mic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi

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Little Mixup

Requested by: @pinkobsessedfreak aka my wifey <3

There was only one bed prompt

How about…”THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED” with senior-with-high-school!Peter Parker(so he’s of age) when you’re on a field trip and, whelp, there was a mishap with the reservations. Fluff is a must but smut can happen only if you want it.

There’s no smut but I think it’s fluffy enough to forgive that

(let’s pretend IW never happened okay okay)

    Senior year of high school is tons of fun(possibly) and homework. However, your school, close to the end of the year, had scheduled a field trip to Virginia to visit several Revolutionary War battle grounds, so that’s pretty cool. Granted, you wish you could’ve been in this class when it went to D.C., but you were transferred. 

    Which, in your case, was both better and worse. Better because it was better suited for you. Worse because of one certain nerd that you had absolutely fallen for since you got there. That was a problem because he didn’t seem to see you as anything more than a friend and study-buddy and a confident when he needed to talk about being Spider-man and his hopeless crushes on whatever girl caught his fancy.

    What was nice was, on the bus there, you were seated next to him and Ned was sitting ahead of both of you, but he was turned around to talk. Michelle was somewhere in the back with her nose in a book, but at least she liked you. She just...was a weird girl. And you loved her for that.

    The teacher had made reservations and basically had booked a whole hotel just for the class, so you were very happy when it pulled up outside and you could stretch your stiff legs and sore rear from sitting on the seat. It was fine for awhile when it was driving, but the longer you sat, the worse it got. And it was night now, so you were happy to get some sleep.

    However, when you wait for your room, surrounded by chatting teens and your small group of friends, you noticed the teacher talking rather animatedly to the receptionist. You didn’t realize why until you and Peter were handed the same room key.

    Your teacher quickly pulled you two to the side with a very worried and sorry looking expression and explained that the hotel was booked and there was no way to change rooms and when she offered to have someone switch with one of you, you shook your head. If you had to pick someone to share a room with for just a few nights, Peter couldn’t be the worst.

    Shouldering your bag, you and Peter made the walk to your room, walking through the door without either of you looking up from your feet. Though, when you did…

    “You gotta be kidding me,” you mumbled, your eyes falling on the single bed in the room.

    It wasn’t a tiny bed, probably a queen or king sized bed, but it was still only one. Meaning you would have to share with Peter. Your crush. And friend.

    Yeah, that wouldn’t be awkward in the least bit.

    Peter dropped his bag by the dresser and sighed. “Well...I guess...I can sleep on the floor? If it’d make you feel better, anyway.”

    You shook your head, dropping your bag beside his. “No, it’s only for a few days. Besides, it’s better than having to share with some stranger.”

    “Technically they wouldn’t be complete strangers since they are in our class.”

    You gave him a look and a small smirk. “Thanks for correcting me, Genius. I’m gonna grab a shower, alright? Feel free to browse the channels we got.”

    He nodded, tossing you your bag when you walked towards the bathroom before flopping onto the middle of the bed and turning the tv on. 

    While the warm water ran over your skin and you soaped your hair, you wondered how this could affect the both of you. It wouldn’t hurt either of you if nothing happened, but, at home, you always found yourself waking up with a pillow cuddled close. If you happened to do that with Peter...you doubted you’d wanna leave the hotel room.

    With your pajamas on, which was literally only a tank top in your favorite color and an old pair of sweats with NASA and nerdy patches on them. You had boughten a new pair of sweats and let Peter and Ned pick out the patches. It was cute and you still loved them, even if they were thinner than you’d usually like.

    You smacked his leg to move him over before settling into bed beside him, holding one of the pillows against your stomach. While you had showered, he had also changed into a pair of sweats(but they were plain, soooo boring) and still wore one of his science pun shirts. You were always glad he hadn’t grown out of that. He poked your thigh gently right on one of his favorite patches, it was a pun as well, and smiled at you when you turned to glare at him.

    “It’s kinda weird to say these about pants...but they’re cute on you.”

    You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the small blush growing on your skin. “Shut up, you just like them because you got me these.”

    Peter chuckled softly, bumping your arm with his own. “Yeah, okay, maybe I’m a bit biased, but it still doesn’t mean you don’t look cute.”

    You both froze for a second before he quickly stuttered out, “I-in, in them. I meant in them.”

    “Yeah, yeah, of course.” You tried to play it off, squeezing the pillow in your arms tighter.

    Falling into a somewhat awkward silence, you two watched tv until about midnight, then started hunkering down to sleep. You weren’t sure when the teacher would come wake everyone up, so you decided it’d be better if you got more sleep than your usual 2 am. It was weird, laying down with your back facing him and knowing he was there. It made it hard to sleep, so you waited until you felt the side of the bed he was on sink slightly lower and heard his breathing even out. You rolled onto your back and stare at the ceiling, sighing heavily to yourself.

    “This is by far the worst position I’ve been in. Ever. Of all time. Why, of all people in my class, did I get stuck with a cute geek that I just have to crush on...I gotta have someone mad at me, right?”

    You groaned quietly and rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow. You were resigned to just falling asleep with the embarrassment that you’re sleeping with Peter when a whisper sent your entire body into an absolute frozen panicky mess.

    “You think I’m cute…?”

    Slowly, painfully slow, you turned your head to look at the brown haired and soft eyed boy next to you. “How...you heard…”

    “Yeah…”

    He seemed just as nervous as you were at that moment. You wondered if it was because he liked you back or because he didn’t know how to handle a girl liking him after what had happened with Liz.

    “So you know…”

    “Yeah.”

    Both of you kept your voices at a whisper, but you could hear him keeping himself from nervous stuttering. He was trying to channel the confidence from his alter ego to clear out this awkward energy between you both.

    “And…” you were nervous to even begin your next statement and, luckily, didn’t have to.

    “And I’m glad we didn’t get to change rooms...and I’m kinda glad you thought I was asleep.”

    When you saw the small smile on his face, you flushed and hid your face back into the pillow. “You’re such an ass.”

    “Maybe. But...you’re pretty cute, too. Especially when you’re flustered like that.”

    You peered up slightly and felt his hand, which surprisingly had a few calluses on it, gently brush against your cheek and tucked a small strand of your hair behind your ear. If it hadn’t been for already being in bed, you probably would’ve been so flustered your legs wouldn’t work.

    “Can I...ask you for something?” Peter asked quietly, his hand back by his side. He didn’t wanna seem like he was overstepping his boundaries by keeping his hand against your cheek, even though you wouldn’t have complained.

    “For what?” Your voice came out almost silent, just barely an airy whisper. It was late and you were much too embarrassed to raise your voice much more.

    “Um...can I...kiss you?”

    His face went a scarlet color and you knew you matched it as you raised yourself onto an elbow to be able to move easier. His eyes never left yours, even when he matched your position and cupped your cheek again, slowly pressing his lips against yours.

    It was a sweet, kinda chapped kiss(you forgot to bring your chapstick with you by mistake and you doubted he had any), but it still sent your heart soaring. It felt almost as good as the first time he took you swinging around the city with him. He pulled away first, making you want to whimper quietly, but the grin on his face was too contagious.

    “So...would you wanna...be my girlfriend, then?”

    You giggled quietly as he laid down and you rested against his chest, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist. “Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

    He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline before you drifted to sleep, your nerves settling enough to let you. 

    Who knew a small mixup with the rooms could spark such a sweet ending?

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