Faded = Fucked

"Actually a pub would be great. I could really go for some pub food."

"Gotcha, yeah. There's a pub 'bout 2 blocks down. Food's alright."

"Did you two get married while I was out?" Effy teased, raising an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at her lips, hand moving again to rest over the side of Cook’s face this time, slowly turning his face to her so she could press her lips against his for one long moment, pulling away and leaning her head against his chest, gaze dropping over their hands as her fingertips traced random patterns over the back of both of their hands - a silent declaration.

A shiver ran down his spine as she began to trace patterns along their hands before he remembered that he was going to reply to her statement. “I mean, not exactly but we did talk about how gay this was.” Leaning over, he grinned at Cook before kissing the other boy on the lips. It was different, wasn’t as soft as Effy’s but still wasn’t bad, they still caused the same flutter of feelings inside his chest. “Just run at life head first, yeah?” He murmured as he pulled away with a small, hesitant smile.

When it was his turn he kissed her back unable to stop smiling. Since he was Cook and had to take everything just a bit too far he bit gently at her lower lip as she parted from him. When she settled back in he rested his chin on her head. He'd been watching Effy doodle on their hands when Freds at obscured his vision with a kiss. He hadn't been prepared for that at all but he hadn't hated it, it certainly sent a shock through him. At his words he bursts out laughing, finally coming into the present. "That's the fookin' spirit Freds! Fookin' Hell!"  

Tony Stonem & James Cook parallels/similarities (Part 1)

female robbery | the neighbourhood

                Once, Effy walked in, a tiny smile fell into place on his lips. Rolling his eyes at her teasing, he just gathered up the courage to keep holding Cook’s hand and not let go. When she settled between them, Freds just smiled again, larger this time before looking over at the two of them. His free hand came to rest on her legs, lazily tracing patterns along her skin. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he looked over at the both of them again, not speaking, just giving them a weak smile.

The arm still out in the air changes from directing to welcoming as she walks in and he laughs. "Princess!" He shifts to give her more support and throws his and freds connected hands into her lap. "Course we're fookin' adorable! Look at these faces, we're gorgeous!" He wraps his free arm around her waist and presses an annoying hair-messing kiss into her head.

“My lover’s got humour she’s the giggle at a funeral knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner.”

            It didn’t help that he was sitting right next to him, they were sitting so close together that he swore he could feel the blood pumping through the other boy’s veins as their skin brushed. Sighing under his breath, he hesitantly leaned into the other boy before gently lacing their fingers together and fiddling with them. Part of him wanted to ask if it was okay but the other half was too scared of running this moment to actually speak. 

"Gettin' romantic on me Freds? Wha' will Effs do if we go homo for eachotha?"

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