#ffsfuckerman

Ali, baby, you're trying to hard to feign your feelings.

Call me baby again and I’ll have no choice but to make love to you. @ffsfuckerman​ Babe, he wants us.

Auggie: You're not as annoying as the cunt's other boyfriend. I'll give you that and only that.

Ali: Hey.

Ali: Wake up.

Ali: Stuck in a 'meeting'

Ali: Bored af.

Don’t go embarrassing us both like that, knobhead.

I love you, dickhead.

When he’d arrived home the previous night, things had gone about as expected. Theo was too hurt and pissed to really speak to him more than he already had, and Alistair couldn’t fault him for that. So, he’d grabbed an empty room and crashed for the night.

Fast forward to the next day and he woke up early with plans to fix things. Plan was a strong word, of course. It was more just the idea to continue giving Theo food and begging for his forgiveness until it worked. Never the less, he found himself in the estates large kitchen surrounded by a huge selection of poorly cooked breakfast foods. The eggs were runny, the pancakes lumpy, the sausages and hash burned, and the bacon floppy.

Alastair sighed, ready to pull his own hair out as he slopped it all on a huge plate and hoped for the best. He could at least take solace in not having fucked up the drinks at all. His heart shaped ‘please forgive me’ sign didn’t look half bad either, so he had that going for him.

He knocked loudly on Theo’s door, balancing the items in one hand, before turning the knob and pushing it open. He peaked his head inside. “Hey, babe... Made you breakfast..”