#2p frus

He's very intune with his emotions indeed

mochi mochi

Something something collar means trans

He a little confused but he got the spirit

Say please next time.

Last Time

“Alright fuck you I’ll say it, he’s cute as hell,” Allen throws his arms up in the air, staring down Louis across from him. The other rolls their eyes and takes a long drag of the cigarette until Allen plucks it from between their lips to toss on the ground. He grinds it to add insult to injury. Louis glares back at him but at least now he’s paying attention.

“It doesn’t matter,” Louis growls at him and Allen ‘pfft’s at him. He climbs his way on Louis to sit in his lap, cuddling him despite the obvious protest.

“Well if you like him, and I like him, then what’s the problem?” He asks like a whiny child. Louis groans in annoyance. How they managed to be together in a relationship confused more people than they both care to admit. Louis sure didn’t seem to care and Allen thrived on affection. Their sex life however coincided perfectly.

“The problem is what happened last time, and the time before that.”Louis informs him and Allen whines again. This isn’t the first time he’s wanted to have another person join them. The others just ended bitter with broken hearts and broken plates and Louis left to pick up some of the pieces. Allen could admit he got attached way too easily but he couldn’t help it. He got weak in the knees with soft smiles and sweet words.

Louis is one of the few exceptions to his usual go-to person. He had been beating himself up and it just happened that Louis had been a good shoulder to cry on. With the both of them it turned out Louis also had a good shoulder to bite and Allen did so happily after being cheered up.

“This is different,” He protests, turning Louis’s face forcefully in the direction of the shop owner Allen has his heart set on.

“Look how cute they are, they couldn’t hurt anything,” He begs and pleads. Louis sighs and pushes him off harshly, heading into the shop with no preparation and Allen sputtering out behind him about how uncool he is.

His own insecurities get in the way of him following after. So he settles to watch from outside and Louis talks to the owner, a baker and decorator for the pastry shop. They laugh with Louis at whatever he says, puffing up in a blush when Louis gestures to Allen and himself in a tell-tale sign of what he ended up asking the owner to be a part of. 

Allen stands a little taller as the owner and Louis both come out side. The owner fidgets with their fingers, smiling shyly at the both of them from underneath their hair.

“I’m very flattered by the thought, but I’m really no good in relationships,” They mutter, rubbing the sides of their arms slowly. Allen waves off the concern.

“So are we, you’ll fit right in,” He jokes. They laugh softly, still looking between the two of them. Louis shrugs without much words to say and the owner sighs.

“Well..” They start then hide their face in their hands. Allen steps closer and places a hand on their head. They giggle out of hiding and send a bright smile to the both of them.

“I suppose, one date couldn’t hurt?” They laugh again and Louis gives Allen a warning look. It shouldn’t hurt at least.

–

Louis is the only one awake at the end of the movie, bored enough to not pay attention, yet intrigued enough to not fall asleep. He shifts slightly and the two next to him sigh in their sleep. Oliver is pressed up against him, with his cheek smushed into Louis’s shoulder. Allen is laying face first in Oliver’s stomach with both of their arms lightly circling each other.

The date hadn’t been bad. At least not in his opinion. He let them do most of the talking, not that he had much to say in the first place. He was shocked when Oliver even addressed him specifically. It went well, nice if he dare say.

He didn’t care much for relationships in the first place. Allen is a whirlwind of messiness that he didn’t care for in the beginning either. The little fuck grew on him though, hanging out and flirting stupidly. A change of pace from the lackluster life he lead before.

Oliver is way different. He doesn’t smoke, swear, drink, or anything he and Allen do together. But he enjoyed them nevertheless. He actually snorted out a laugh when Oliver snapped at Allen to stop swearing. He brings an element of softness between his and Allen’s rough patches.

“Mhmm you awake?” Oliver mumbles sleepily. Louis huffs and slides an arm out from underneath Oliver to drape over his shoulder and rest his hand on the back of Allen’s head.

Allen: I poisoned one of our glasses, but I can't remember which one.