interests:: 5SOS, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, the group chat podcast, softwilly, ted nivison, jshlatt, tommyinnit, averageharry, maxggs, dakotabASMR, jack manifold, kiwi tapes, pouboy, 3fs + fellas, flamingo, ahs, WRMZ, itsgreivesyt, the conjuring movies, ajtalksalot, and doxie carter
music :: 5sos + solo, waterparks, the band camino, CORTIS, ethel cain, sabrina carpenter, harry styles, tyler the creator, kendrick lamar, lana del rey
yes!! :: soft 5sos edits/songs/anything, tumblr, ao3, my moots, baby pink and mint green, youngblood deluxe, chocolate, HEADPHONES, soft yellow light, plushies, and my friends ♡.
no!! :: homophobes, maga, super hot heat, super cold weather, 5sos slanderers, crystal and sierra haters, burping, being sick, uhh i think thats it
ok bye!!! If u think I'm cool pls pls pls like/reblog/comment/follow me/ ANYTHING!! I NEED MORE FRIENDS!! ok bye fr ily
authors note ;; just some silly stuff i wrote while very sleep deprived. these are all sfw & reader is afab. enjoooy :)
• you guys were best friends in college and decided to get an apartment with each other as you guys navigate adulthood together.
• you’re kickstarting off your career, he’s a streamer
• being with each other 24/7 was actually not as terrible as people were warning you! but… that’s also ‘cause you had a major crush on him. you didn’t tell him though in fear of things being awkward.
• michael was great at doing chores! if you reminded him… he’s super forgetful. not in a weaponized incompetence way but like… the dude forgets he’s wearing his headphones sometimes.
• he also forgets when he has stuff on the stove… DO NOT LET THIS MAN COOK!!!
• but anyway. he always made your day with… fridge magnets! you guys talk on there, usually just trolling each other.
• if you’re ever feeling down he is 100% there with your favorite ice cream and the tv ready for a watch marathon of your favorite series.
• also can i just say he’s great when you’re on your period. that has to be mentioned. like he bought you a warmie of your favorite animal (they’re stuffed animals that are able to be heated for period cramps) and he’ll even put whatever you’re craving on the grocery list.
• you loooove watching him game. on nights you can’t fall asleep you lay on his bed, watching him at his desk absolutely keyboard smashing. it somehow puts you to sleep… which leaves the floor open for michael to sleep on.
• you also love to play games with him. you two are verrryy competitive though, often resulting in rematches and long nights until one of you finally give up.
• you guys go grocery shopping together! and you guys are definitely the goofiest. pushing each other around in carts, buying random shit… the mundane is fun with him. “should i try this crumbl cookie deodorant?” / “like… eat it?” / “to wear, michael!” / “OHHHHHH”
• random fact but he’s an asmr watcher. you know this because you’ll catch him in his room with it full blast while he’s drooling.
• you have to convince him not to bring stray animals home…
• he’s sooo supportive of your career. will celebrate even the smallest of promotions or raises with you.
• he loves having you on his streams. additionally, if you’re sleeping he tries his hardest to be quieter while streaming. (he’s kind of bad at it though) “okay we have to be quiet because my roommate is sleeping… OH FUCK HE JUST CAME AROUND THE CORNER AND KILLED ME NOOOOO!!!”
• you fall asleep on the couch? he’s absolutely putting a blanket on you.
• he also will always take care of you if you’re sick. he doesn’t even care if he gets sick, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you’re well fed, rested, and hydrated. also has alarms to remind you when to take meds.
• he’s such a diva… he lowk spends more time in the bathroom than you. he also loves asking for your input on his outfits and he will ask you to style him sometimes.
• you guys have a rubber duck you guys hide around the apartment. you guys don’t tell each other when you found it or hid it, its all a surprise! one day you’ll randomly find it hidden in your makeup bag and then you end up hiding it under his bed. when’s the next time you’re gonna see it? no idea.
• this man lives on monsters. please take them away from him. (specifically the white one or ultra strawberry dreams)
• you guys paint your nails together often. it’s just time for you two to talk about your week. sometimes it turns into debates about music, anime, games… etc.
• you have a cookie jar in the apartment! you guys will choose a new recipe every weekend to bake together so the cookie jar always stays full. (also so you know he won’t burn down the kitchen this way lol)
• when it comes to decorating the bathroom, kitchen, and living space you guys decide together. it makes you feel like you guys are married in a way…
• you guys have a scrapbook that you decorate together the entire lease :( photos like signing papers, moving in, holidays, birthdays, get togethers in your apartment with friends are all glued into the pages.
• but when the lease is about to end you notice he’s been sad a lot more. quieter, eating less, always sitting in your room just to do nothing with you…
• “i know our lease is about to end and i know we’ve both found our own places for after this but… i think i want to spend my whole life by your side.”
• you guys end up renewing the lease! anddd you guys end up dating too, of course. you never thought he saw you like that and every time you say that he groans because he thought he had been so obvious this whole year. but he loves you to death and that’s all that matters.
and what if i said i did, in fact, make those headcannons? hehe :3
lavender haired michael clifford as your boyfriend !
soft, fluffy, sfw headcannons under the cut muehehehe. enjoyyy!!!
• this dude is a flower crown making PRO. you’d be laying on his lap in the park on a picnic blanket, talking about your week and then all of a sudden he’s whipped up some flower crown made from daisies and dandelions, placing it on your head. he says it costs one billion kisses… so now you’re in kisses debt with him. it’s his way of saying you’re stuck with him forever. (sooo corny but thats him for ya)
• on the topic of flowers, he’s the type of guy to buy you flowers but keep one in his house with him so he knows when to buy you more.
• i imagine this version of him to be sooo soft and cuddly and oh so pouty. like he genuinely gets upset when he misses you and has to see you asap!
• sweets are the way to his heart. you guys looove going out to try new cafes. but you do have your favorite cafe together… which is where you guys met. hehe. he was a barista when you guys met so he knows exactly how you like your coffee/drinks.
• in fact… he has all your orders memorized. taco bell, in n out, you name it! he’s the type to also get you food even if you said no because… he knows you want food deep down. lol.
• doesn’t stop you from stealing his fries though!
• he also makes dying his hair something for you two to do together! he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself but he likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair… hehe - > -
• a lot of your dates are spent outdoors. nothing crazy like hiking or rock climbing but more like strolls along the beach, walking your guys’ dog, and of course… picnics!!!
• you two also love going thrifting and hunting for vinyls/cds you guys want which will eventually be played during lazy sunday mornings as you guys dance in the kitchen.
• if not outside then movie marathons, baking dates where michael somehow gets flour all over his face, michael strumming on his guitar, playing nostalgic games online… its a very simple and soft lifestyle for the both of you. :)
• also just to throw this in here he knows how to sew, always patching up any holes in your clothes for you :(((
ugh im actually kind of attached to this au… so freaking cute :(((
wc: 2.1k+
summary: you and Calum were childhood best friends but when your adult lies got busy, you stopped reaching out to each other. you both find yourselves in the same bar and things take a turn.
a/n: im so sorry in advance
based off the song: last call for us by ella langley
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The first thing you notice is the laugh.
Not his face nor his tattoos.
Not even the broad shoulders that had once belonged to the lanky boy who climbed trees faster than anyone else in your neighborhood.
Just the laugh.
It cuts through the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses like it always has, warm and familiar enough to stop you in your tracks before your brain has time to catch up.
Your hand freezes halfway to your drink.
No. Your eyes widened as you turn your head.
It couldn't be.
You look toward the other end of the bar, and there he is.
Calum.
For a split second, the room disappears.
The music becomes muffled beneath the rush of blood in your ears, conversations fading into a distant blur. It feels like the floor has shifted beneath you, like someone has reached into your chest and pulled on a thread you'd spent two years carefully trying to tuck away.
He looks older than the last time you saw him.
Not dramatically, it had just been a few years since you had seen him last.
His hair curls a little longer around towards the back of his neck than you remember. More tattoos snake beneath the sleeves of a faded black, tight fit t-shirt.
His jaw is sharper now, softened only by the familiar dimple that appears whenever he smiles at something one of his friends says.
The little silver ring still sits on his finger.
He still absentmindedly taps rhythms against the bar with his fingertips.
Some habits never leave.
As if sensing your stare, he glances up. His eyes meet yours.
The smile that was painted on his face, falls. A look of shock crossing his eyes.
For one impossible heartbeat, neither of you moves.
Then his lips part ever so slightly.
"...Y/N?"
It was a quiet that you could barely hear it.
Your feet carry you toward him before your mind has made the decision.
You stop a few feet away, both of you wearing the same expression.. a mixture of disbelief, nostalgia, and something that hurts too much to name.
"You look....."
He trails off, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. "I wasn't expecting to see you."
"I could say the same thing." You laughed softly back, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at him.
"You still live here?" He asked, standing up and walking over to meet you where you were.
You nod as you looked up at him, taking in notes of how his eyes had aged.
"I never left."
He smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm only here for a few days."
Of course he is.
He always was.
For the past decade, Calum had become someone the whole world borrowed. Cities, countries, tours, interviews, studios.
There had once been a time when you knew exactly where he'd be every afternoon after school. Now you couldn't even guess what continent he'd wake up on.
He gestures toward the empty stool beside him. "Would it be weird if I bought you a drink?"
You let out the smallest laugh.
"I think it'd be weirder if you didn't."
One drink becomes two.
Two become hours.
The conversation falls into place with startling ease, like slipping into a favorite sweater you'd forgotten you still owned.
You tell him about your job, how your cats had been doing, updates on your family, and so so much more.
He tells you about recording.
You laugh about the time he broke his arm trying to jump off your garage roof because he insisted he could "absolutely land it."
"You dared me." He scoffed with a giant grin on his face.
"I absolutely did not." You rolled your eyes, bringing your drink up to your lips and taking a sip.
"You literally counted down." He argued back jokingly.
"I counted because I thought you'd chicken out." It was now your turn to scoff at him with a grin on you face.
"You underestimated how stupid thirteen-year-old me was." He said slightly loud.
"I still underestimate how stupid thirty-year-old you is." You laughed, putting a hand on his forearm as you leaned forward.
He grins. "Fair."
You both laugh. The conversation was basically effortless.
You had been neighbors before you had been friends.
Your bedrooms faced each other across a narrow stretch of grass, and during summer break you'd sit on your respective roofs shouting conversations across the gap until one of your parents yelled for you to come inside.
At twelve, he'd taught you how to play bass.
At fourteen, you'd helped him pass algebra.
At sixteen, he was the first person you called after getting your driver's license.
At seventeen, he held your hand outside the hospital after a family member had passed away, never saying a word because he knew you didn't want comfort, you just didn't want to be alone.
By eighteen, everyone assumed you were dating.
You weren't. Not then at least.
The feelings had always existed beneath the surface, quietly waiting for one of you to be brave enough.
Neither of you were.
Until twenty-two.
"It was raining." Calum says suddenly, breaking the silence.
You blink.
"What?" You asked him confused.
"The first time we kissed." He stated as if it was matter of fact
You smile into your glass, putting it down and looking at him. "You remember."
"You don't?" He replied almost too fast for your liking.
"I remember everything."
The confession hangs between you.
You'd been sitting in his truck after watching some terrible horror movie. Rain hammered against the windshield while neither of you made any move to leave.
You'd looked at him. He'd looked at you.
Then quietly asked,
"Can I?"
You'd never answered. You'd simply leaned across the center console. It had felt inevitable almost like breathing.
Like finally finishing a sentence the two of you had been writing since childhood.
"What happened to us?" His voice is barely above a whisper, his drink long forgotten about as he looked over at you.
It's the first difficult question of the night. You stare down at the condensation gathering around your glass.
"We grew up." You swallowed hard as you downed the last of your drink and ordered another.
"No." Calum replied short, letting out a huff of a laugh as he leaned back into his chair.
"We did." Your gaze followed him as he leaned back.
"I think.." he sighs. "I think we just kept missing each other."
You know he's right. When he was home, you were building your career. When you finally had time, he was halfway across the world.
Phone calls became voice messages. Voice messages became texts. Texts became likes on Instagram.
Likes became birthdays. Birthdays became....
Nothing.
Not because either of you stopped caring but because caring wasn't enough anymore.
Eventually, silence became easier than missing someone every day.
The bartender announces last call.
The words slice through the warmth surrounding the two of you.
Last call.
The irony isn't lost on either of you.
Calum lets out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Guess they're trying to tell us something."
You smile sadly, eyes welling up with tears as you quickly sniffled and threw your head back so they wouldn't fall.
"They're a little late."
Outside, the night air is cool enough to raise goosebumps across your arms.
The city feels quieter than it should.
Streetlights paint soft pools of gold across empty pavement while the sounds of distant traffic echo somewhere beyond the parking lot.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
You both simply stand there.
Two people who know each other better than almost anyone else trying to figure out how to become strangers.
"I've missed you." He said softly, breaking the silence.
The words come so quietly you almost don't hear them.
You close your eyes.
"I know."
"No." His voice cracks.
"You don't." He added.
When you look back at him, his eyes are glossy.
"I've looked for you in every city." He confessed, a tear falling down his face.
Your breath catches.
"In coffee shops." He laughs weakly.
"At airports, in crowds." His voice became desperate and almost like begging.
"Every girl I'd meet..." he pauses. "I'd wonder if she'd laugh like you."
Your chest aches, tears falling from your eyes as you now stood in front of him. The dull glow from the street light and the moon illuminating his tear stained face.
"I stopped listening to songs you would've liked because I couldn't send them to you anymore."
Silence settles around you but its not awkward. You swallow hard before replying to him.
"I did the same thing."
He steps closer but its not enough to touch.
Just enough that you can smell the cedarwood cologne you bought him for Christmas years ago.
You wonder if he realizes he's still wearing it.
"I kept thinking that if we ran into each other again that it would..." he started before he laughed, shaking his head and looking down..
"...maybe it'd mean something."
"It does." You quickly said, he looked up at you.
"It does?"
"It means we finally get to say goodbye." You said softly, reaching out to run your hand down his arm and to hold his hand gently.
His face falls almost imperceptibly.
"I don't want goodbye."
"I know." You said softly, your voice breaking.
"I want another chance."
Your heart begs you to say yes. To ask him to stay. To suggest breakfast tomorrow.
One more coffee.
One more conversation.
One more kiss.
One more week.
One more life.
But you know yourselves too well. If he stayed until tomorrow...
Tomorrow would become next weekend and then next month and then another goodbye at another airport.
Another promise to call. Another cycle of almosts. You couldn't survive losing him twice.
"I think.." you whisper. "We've loved each other in every way except the one that mattered."
He wipes at his eye with the heel of his other hand.
"...That's a cruel thing to say." He let out a slight chuckle.
"It's true." You said, your heart breaking as you did the opposite of what your brain was screaming at you to say.
"We were kids." He laughed dryly.
"We were."
"We were friends."
"The best."
"We were almost everything." He shook his head, taking his hand away and looking at the ground, kicking at it.
You nod. "Almost."
He opens his arms and you step into them immediately.
He still hugs exactly the same...one hand spread across your back, the other cradling the back of your head like he's trying to memorize the shape of you.
You bury your face against his chest, listening to the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat, your tears soaking his shirt.
You wonder if his heart recognizes yours the way yours still recognizes his.
"I loved you," he whispers into your hair.
Not love.
Loved.
Past tense. It somehow hurts more.
Tears spill down both of yours cheeks before you can stop them.
"I know." You whispered into his chest.
"I never stopped." You added on, squeezing your eyes shut to try and make the tears stop.
"I know."
When you finally pull apart, you're both smiling through tears.
The kind of smiles reserved for people who know this moment will live inside them forever.
"I hope," he says quietly, "that whoever gets to love you next gets all the versions of you I never got to meet."
Your throat tightens as you take a deep breathe.
"I hope someone reminds you that you don't have to carry everything by yourself." You reply to him.
He laughs through wet eyes. "You always knew me too well."
"I had a lot of practice." You joke, nudging him with your elbow.
One final laugh.
One final smile.
One final look.
He starts walking backward toward his rental car, unwilling to turn away just yet.
You do the same.
Halfway there, he raises two fingers to his forehead in the same stupid salute he'd given you since you were eleven years old the one he'd do even more after you complained of how cringey it was, every road trip, every sleepover, every hangout.
The one that had always meant,
See you later.
Your lip trembles as you return it.
But this time, instead of see you later.
You both know what it really means.
Goodbye.
And as he drives away, taillights disappearing into the dark until there is nothing left but empty road, you realize that some people are never meant to stay forever.
Some people are meant to teach you what home feels like so that one day, when they're gone, you'll spend the rest of your life trying to build that feeling again.
not a real post but what's going on in tgc fandom/twt is so weird to me bc even if ellen and flori were just lurking for their safety and protection it's still weird to have an interest in wanting to see and well lurk in that community yk? and isaac kinda just exploiting (??) that girl that was apparently abused by grant (????) thats also so fucking weird but then again, online personas are real things and are completely true. anyways..... that's all i gotta say abt it so bye
(ik this is small but pls pls pls lmk if i got ANY details mixed up!!)
a/n: sorry this is out so so so late omg. school was kicking my butt but I'm out now 🥹 plus I got my nose pierced lolll but this IS the last part of wtlb so I hope u enjoy ♡ (pls put tgc related shit in my inbox I'm BEGGING)
When you made it to your car, you slipped your phone out of your back pocket and saw what Alex had texted you. You got into your car with your phone in your other hand. You brought the phone to your face to unlock it, your phone instantly recognizes your face and unlocks your phone. You open up your messages and click on you and Alex's chat and see the simple text that he sent you a minute ago. Without a second thought in your head or, a thought telling you to not respond, you typed up a simple text saying:
You || 10:21 AM.
okay! just got outta the apt, ill be home in a bit, ilym! ♡
You sent it before you could overthink it and tell yourself no. You start your car and feel the thrum of the engine around you while you press on the brake and put the car into reverse so you can back out and head home. As you're driving you start to think about what Alex wants to talk about but you have a good idea of what it is or what it will be. Does Alex want to talk about how he was staring you down last night? Or, how you woke up to him pressed up against you shirtless this morning? Or, any of the other countless other things that have happened over the last 8 years that have resulted in you two being mistaken for a couple more times than you've been labeled as just best friends. You have a little bit of time before you get to Alex's house so you just chill for a bit while the radio is somehow playing the same song that was playing before. You’re aimlessly driving but think about getting a coffee before getting home. What’s ever gone wrong with getting a drink with 300 milligrams of caffeine and a bunch of sugar in it while you're already anxious and jittery? You contemplate for a minute before deciding on a yes and start driving to your (and alex’s..) favourite coffee shop. Coincidentally, before you and alex actually met, you would come here to study or to just relax. He would be in the same spot everytime; the booth seat with a cup of black coffee and his laptop propped open in front of him. You could only imagine what he was working on since he took a class that was slightly higher than the regular class that you were in. Law school in itself is already hard so taking an advanced class is a move that takes absolute bravery, and having the prestige skill to stay in the class? That takes an absolute genius. Anyways, you pulled up to the coffee shop, parked, then turned your car off. This place isn't the most popular place but my god does it have good drinks. You walked in and walked up to the counter to order, and were greeted with a girl who looked about your age if not younger. You order something for you and Alex (because you obviously know how he likes his coffee.). After about 5 minutes of waiting for your coffee, the girl called your name and you got your and Alex's coffee. You walk out to your car with the coffees in hand and put them on the hood of your car while you open the door of your car. You successfully get the coffees in and start your car and pull out to start driving. Now that you're actually on your way home the anxiety really starts to settle in your bones, you can't help but bite the skin around your nail and the nail itself.
After about 10 minutes of driving you finally pull into the neighbourhood and start to find Alex's house amongst the hundreds of other houses that look just like his. You find his house after about 2 minutes of filtering through different houses trying to find Alex’s. You pull your car into his driveway right next to his. After about 10 minutes of mentally preparing for this ‘talk’, you grab all your things and walk up to the front door and slowly push it open. When you step into the house you're immediately greeted by the smell of food but more specifically, something sweet. You walk by the kitchen and spot the man himself over the stove with a spatula in hand. As if he was on queue, he turns around and makes eye contact with you. To try and save this conversation from being the most awkward thing in the world you immediately chime in with, “Hey! I stopped by the coffee place we like and I got you this!” you say while smiling and walking over to hand him his drink. He (obviously) takes it graciously and takes a sip and makes a simple “mm” noise at the taste. After a moment of brief silence, Alex says, “uh hey i made breakfast for you, didn't want you going hungry on me now” he says with a tone of sweetness lacing his voice. He sees that you have everything in your arms and quickly lets you go up to the guest room to put your stuff away. Walking up the stairs you can't help but think about when this ‘talk’ is going to happen. You arrive at your room and slowly put away the clothes in your closet, you practically have your whole closet here despite not even officially living here. As you're putting your things away and getting back into the groove of things, you hear Alex call for you from downstairs. You panic and freeze up, having a good idea of what he was calling you for. You call back and tell him that you'll be down in a minute. You finish putting your things away and start heading downstairs slower than you normally do. That caffeine anxiety is really getting put in overdrive right about now.
You finally make it downstairs and see that Alex is sitting at the table with a plate in front of him. You walk up and sit in front of him and see that he has another plate in front of him as well. He finally sees you and lets you sit down and start eating. He made pancakes and cut up some fruit to go with it too. He put two pancakes and some strawberries and blueberries on your plate. As you’re cutting up your food, Alex speaks up, “uhm, I told you that I wanted to talk to you about something earlier” he says while cutting up his food as well. You’re already chewing so you just give a conformational “mhm” and hope that can suffice. He takes that as a sign to keep talking. “So, we’ve obviously been friends for a pretty long time and uh we know each other really well”, he pauses seemingly waiting for a response. “I mean yeah duh.” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth. You’ve heard this spiel from so many guys but coming from Alex? It means something completely different. He keeps talking, “uhm okay i dont know why im being a pussy about this but im just gonna spit it out” Oh god here it comes. “I like you- no fuck, i love you- no, god why does this sound bad either way? I have since before I even broke up with whatever her name is. I only got with her because I wanted you and I needed someone to fill the gap, I didn't even like her. I-if you don't feel the same way, I get it, i understand if you like never wanna talk to me again." Alex spews. Were you even hearing all of this right? He likes you of all people, you? Out of 8 billion people on this entire earth, he likes you? At this point you've completely stopped eating and let your hands fall limp onto the table. “Alex, you know that I love you but this is a lot to take in right now. Just give me a bit to process this.” is all that you could muster up before you got up and went to your room. When you got up to your room all you could do was internally panic, not for your sake, for Alex's. He just poured his heart out and you just left him there! What a friend you are. Do you like him back? He has been going to the gym a lot more recently and he has been more clingy towards you since then. Did you admire that about him? Yes, yes you did. It feels like you're just fighting the inevitable. You change into some shorts and a tshirt, funnily enough, one of Alex's shirts that you stole from him that he never had the heart to take back, because he just thought that it looked too good on you. You layed down on your bed and got under the blanket with ease. All you could think about was Alex. When you blinked the only thing that flashed through your mind was his face. Were you mad about that? Absolutely not. Slowly but surely, you fell asleep. After sleeping for about 2 and a half hours, you woke up to a text from the man himself.
alexxx ♡♡ || 11:37 AM.
im going out to run a few errands, u need anything? Ily
You grabbed your phone and sent a quick text back.
You || 12:52 PM.
nah im okay but be back soon i miss u
It was only when it sent, is when you realized what you had said. “Be back soon” ??? “i miss you” ?? What were you thinking? After wallowing in your own pity for about 10 minutes, you decide to get up and get ready for the day again. You get up, and put on some sweatpants and a tanktop. You go downstairs to make something to eat. After making some pasta recipe you found on tiktok a while ago you think that it'd only be right if you saved some for alex since he cooked for the both of you earlier. After putting some into a bowl, you put some tinfoil over it and put it in the fridge. It was only then, that you realized how much of a mess that the house had become. You might as well clean it because you know damn well Alex wont. He is still a man after all. After finding a good playlist you put on your headphones and maxed out the volume. After about two hours, the house was absolutely spotless. Dishes? Done and put away. Clothes? Washed, folded and put away. Floors? Swept and mopped. The house smelt of linen and berries. You finally finished cleaning and your whole body fell limp on the couch. You disconnected your headphones and started just aimlessly scrolling on your phone until Alex got home. Do you like him? Well, there was that one time where you and your (now) ex boyfriend were having sex and you accidentally moaned Alex's name instead of your boyfriend's. Was he pissed? Absolutely! Did you call Alex after and tell him about it? Well obviously. Did you end up going over to Alex's house when your boyfriend cooled down and fell asleep? Fortunately. While you were watching some police bodycam video, you heard the front door open, and there he stood. Alex had a multitude of bags in his hands, before you could even register what he had, you jumped up to help him. You grabbed the bags out of his hands and he muttered a quick “Thanks” under his breath. You were busy putting the bags down in the kitchen until you heard a loud “Woah!” from the living room. You rushed out of the kitchen and saw Alex standing looking around him, marveling at the pristine condition that the house was in. “Did you do this?” he said with anticipation in his voice. “Well, I just happened to notice that the house was a mess after I made food, so I cleaned it!” you said with a tone of accomplishment lacing your honey sweet voice. “You, my love, work faster than God himself.” he said whilst walking to the kitchen to continue the job that you had abandoned. That name. He called you ‘my love’? To be fair, he always calls you that, but after the love confession that had taken place just hours before this, you cant help but think that if has to hold a different meaning now.
A light pink dusts your cheeks as you tell Alex that you're going to go to the bathroom. When you get to the bathroom you bring yourself to the counter and look in the mirror. You're going to figure out your feelings for him right now. No more back and forth with yourself. Let's start with the obvious question, do you like Alex romantically? You have found yourself wondering what a relationship with Alex would be like, but never acted on it for the sake of your friendship with him. Would you have done any of the things that you've done with him if you didn't feel some other way towards him? Not really. After all, you’re quite good at establishing boundaries. After all the things that you and Alex have done, have you strayed away from him or shown disinterest? No you haven't. Has he? Absolutely not. So, do you like him back? After sitting with that question in your head for a solid 5 minutes, you came to the conclusion that you did. After coming to the realization that you did like Alex back, you thought that it was obviously time for him to know after you had kept him waiting for so long today. When you came out of the bathroom you saw Alex sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. You quickly walk past and walk to the kitchen. You pull out the food that you made earlier and start to heat it up. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a simple vodka pasta with some cheese. After it was done heating up, you put some cheese on top and walked over to Alex. He saw you walking over to him and immediately perked up at the sight of a bowl. “Mm whatcha got there, hm?” he said while turning his phone off and putting it down next to him. “Just some food I made earlier that I saved for you because I love you.” You said with a hint of praise in your voice. If he was going to play like this, you were going to play right back. You handed him the bowl and can't help but purposefully brush your hands together while handing it over. Was he blushing right now? “mm this is so good. This is literally one of the many many many reasons that I love you right back.” He said while scarfing the food down like he hasn't eaten in years. “Woah there cowboy slow down. Wouldn't want you choking now.” you said while putting your hands on his chest to signal to him to slow down. When has a little physical touch killed anybody? You felt his heartbeat quicken and his breath hitch. After he finished eating (which was about 5 minutes.) you graciously took his bowl and put it in the sink. You walked back to the living room and found Alex slumped over. It's now or never. You sat next to Alex, and the couch dipped in account of your weight on it. Alex got up and faced you, both of you waiting for the other to talk.
“Alex, you know that I love you with all of my heart right?” you said while taking Alex's hands into yours. “Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" he says with a hint of worry in his voice while rubbing his thumbs over your hands. “Okay, I'm just gonna spit this out because there's literally no way to tiptoe around it: I like you back. The reason that i didnt answer earlier is because i didnt even know that i even did earlier. It wasn't until I went to the bathroom like 20 minutes ago that I even came to the realization that I did.” You said quickly before you could stop yourself. Alex's face goes red. Not pink, red. “Uhm okay a-alot to unpack there, you like me back?” He says with a look of confusion on his face, like he can't even believe the words you were saying. “Yeah, I think I have for a while maybe.” you said while looking down. Before you could gather your thoughts, you felt Alex lift your head up to look at him. Now, staring into his eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes. You glanced down to his lips as you saw that he was doing the same thing. You quickly darted your tongue out to coat your lips in saliva. You and Alex have somehow leaned in closer in the span of 15 seconds. “Tell me to stop if you don't want this.” Alex said before leaning in closer and kissing you. The feeling of his lips on yours was something that you've never felt before. Quickly regaining consciousness, you kissed him back just as eagerly. Your lips slotting together like they belonged on his lips all along, not your ex boyfriends. You brought your hands up to his neck and interlaced your hands into his hair. You both pulled back panting, needing air. His lips were puffy and red, and so were yours. That kiss wasn't one that you would just easily forget. It wasn't like the kisses you and Alex had shared while drunk, or kisses you guys got dared to do. No, this one was different. It was loving, passionate, caring, adoring, sweet. After catching your breath, you decided to ask the age old question: “Well, what are we now Alex?" you said while looking into his eyes as if they held the answer. “We can be whatever you want, baby.” He said while tracing shapes into your back with his fingers. “Okay then I wanna be together.” You say before you could regret it. “Okay then we’re something.” Alex says while pulling you in again.
hihi anonnn i promise that ill start writing soon, been #lockedin with school and finals so i haven't been able to write as much as id like but it should be out soon-ish!
summary: Remembering the aftermath of last night lays heavy on your mind. After some contemplation, you revisit your apartment.
warnings: none!
a/n: hihii super long chapter for u guys so chill like a shrub and grab some grub
After about 20 minutes of debating with himself about whether Alex should join you in his bed or not, he had come to the conclusion that he would. You guys have cuddled in his bed countless times! What's so different about this time? Oh, maybe the fact that he was practically studying the way that you were grinding on a guy just hours prior to this. Alex genuinely tried to be stealthy about this, really he did at least try. But, his clumsiness fails him yet again. On his way to his room, he stubs his toe. He lets out a strained “fuck” at the feeling. As if that wasn't enough, his floors were hardwood and creaky as hell for no reason due to renovations and partly because he bought an old house because he was just infatuated with the way that it looked. When he successfully made it to his room without making any more excessive noise, he peered in and saw you sleeping. He stepped in the room, being as quiet as humanly possible. You were bundled up in the cream coloured duvet. You looked so… at peace? comfortable? Alex didn't even know if there was a word close enough to describe how pretty you looked. Thankfully, you were only on one side of the bed so it was relatively easy for him to climb in after he changed into his pajamas. As he climbed into the bed he heard you stir a bit but you didn't wake up. After he successfully got into the bed now came the task of getting under the comforter. He wiggled himself up enough, now his back was against his headboard. He pulled the duvet back, slipped back down and was successfully in the bed. What's the worst thing about this situation? Oh, maybe the fact that Alex can't go to sleep without holding something. Pillow? Sure. Stuffed animals? Sure. Big blanket? Sure. Human? Definitely. You? Always. Thankfully, your back was towards him so it was relatively easy for him to spoon you. You stirred slightly and Alex froze. Unbeknownst to your conscience, you laid back and relaxed against his chest with no issues. Alex slung an arm around your waist and was basically hugging you at this point. Before the sleep caught up to Alex, he whispered a quiet, “get some rest, cariño.”
When you woke up, the thought of last night was a blur. You went to a club, danced on somebody, caught Alex staring at you, came home and then fell asleep in his bed. Before your body could register it, you felt somebody behind you. Was it the guy from last night? Was it somebody else? Was it Alex?- no! It can't be Alex? Can it? You slowly looked behind you and before you knew it you saw Alex with his arm hugging your waist and his face pressed up against the side of your neck with his breath slowly tickling your collarbone. What!? How in the world could you have ended up in the bed with Alex of all people? You guys couldn't have…? No, you would definitely have enough thought to stop that. But, if it happened, would you stop it? As your thoughts ran rampant, you decided that it would probably be good to get out of Alex's bed and go to your own room and get ready for the day. You slowly slipped out of Alex's touch and replaced your body with a pillow (because of course you know his sleeping habits too.). You gathered all your belongings that you left behind in his room last night when you decided to fall asleep on his bed. After gathering your things you slowly exited his room and went to yours. You decided that you would try to go to your apartment today without Alex's help. After getting ready and throwing on an outfit that consisted of a simple t-shirt and some baggy light wash jeans, you decided that it was time to head out. As you left the house and locked the door (because of course you had his only spare key.), you got in your car and started it. As the engine purred you decided that it would be best if you texted Alex where you were going just in case he woke up before you got back.
You || 10:03 AM.
going to the apartment rn, be back soonnn!
With the chime of your phone to signal that it sent, you were off. As the radio played some new pop song that you and alex have probably listened to a thousand times together, quietly in the background, all you could think about was alex and where your relationship lied right now. After everything that happened last night and finding him practically slouched on you this morning when you woke up, you didn't know what to think about all of this. Did you have feelings for him? Did he have feelings for you? He did say that you were pretty last night before you guys left for the bar, and he did whisper something to you last night that you couldn't quite catch. As you pulled into the parking lot in front of your apartment you checked your exes location because apparently he forgot to take you off of his life360. “Xxxx, at ‘Moms’, here for 3 days.” perfect, that's exactly what you wanted to see. You walked up the stairs of your complex and stepped in front of the door to your apartment. You slowly slotted the key into the deadbolt lock and slowly unlocked the door. Stepping inside the smell of stale air hit you like no other, you were planning on moving back in soon but didn't really feel ready just yet. You immediately went to your room to just grab clothes and some necessities, nothing extra. You see that the door is cracked so you push it open and lo and behold there he is in all of his glory, with another girl cuddlied up into his side with her shirt off. What the hell! You stand and contemplate for a minute about what to do and you come to the conclusion that you need to just get in and get out. You slowly make your way over to the closet and start getting some clothes, not making any noise that you don't need too. You heard stirring and froze. After the slight stirring died down you continued getting your clothes. You only grabbed a couple shirts and a pair of jeans and a pair of leggings. You peeked out of the closet and realized that someone was missing from the bed and the bathroom door was closed. You made sure that this mission was very very timely. You made a point to be just as silent on the way out as you were coming in. As you were walking down the hallway you heard the shower turn on, thank god for the extra noise. As you’re walking out, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You ignored it until you got to your car.
alexxx ♡♡ || 10:19 AM.
mkay, call me if u need me to come over. can we talk when u get home? ily
