#greasersbro

       he really shouldn’t drink, it was hardly going to end well -- especially with how intense his feelings were currently, the feelings he wasn’t really supposed to be expressing. the gig had gone so well too, and they’d all decided to stay later than planned and get a little bit rowdy, or in grant’s case -- far too rowdy. sid only had to speak to another male for his temper to start flaring up, and though logan had done his best to keep him away, it hadn’t lasted long at all. both patrick and logan ended up dragging him out of the pub, sending their apologies the owner and bouncers’ way. ‘there’s one place we’ll never get booked at again’ logan muttered, rolling his eyes at his friend’s ridiculous behaviour. “didn’t you see how he was all over him? and he didn’t do shit about it!” he argued his case, and considering they were all supposedly just friends, it hardly made sense. even if patrick was well aware of the other male’s feelings for their band mate. grant was so stuck in his own little world that he hadn’t even noticed that sid had appeared by logan’s side. “it’s ridiculous! we’re meant to be here to have a good time, and we can’t even do that without someone trying to sit on one of our dicks!” he really needed to calm down.  / @greasersbro

jonas had told cain he was going outside for a quick smoke before they went on with the plans he had for them and their little weekend away. in truth, he’d gone down the hall to cain’s family’s room where he was getting ready for their wedding while beth went to help cain get ready; and actually tell him that he was getting married in a few hours. letting herself into the room, bethany placed the garment bag on the table before making her way into the living room where cain was seated. “hey, big brother.” she sat herself with him, arm resting on the back of the couch. “so, big things are happening today. in case you weren’t aware, jonas is a giant shithead, but i’m pretty sure you’ve known that for a while now. he’s also really big on surprising you, apparently, which is why he’s gone and i’m here. basically, sneaky little shit has had something in the works for a while now. mum and dad are here, dani and grayson are, too. landon and oak and all them as well. you’re getting married today.” // @greasersbro 

    “how’re you feeling now?” he asks once his rehab session had ceased, and they’ve left the hospital. his eyes are entirely focused on the man as he opens the door to the car for him. he’d be there every step of the way, and he’d turn up to every rehab session and he’d be -- way too much. “should we go get food? or just go home? i’m feeling hungry, but we can always make something at home.” is he rambling? that answer would be a solid: yes. | @greasersbro 

@greasersbro / closed starter. ♡

“oh bugger it all-- i might cry-- you’re-- here?”

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  He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid his eyes upon her; never in his wildest dreams however had he envisioned her wanting him back. He found himself taking advantage of the fact they happened to work in the same place over and over again, always so desperate to be alone with her; to be pressed against her. She seemed stressed about something or other, and it caused a smirk to curl onto his lips - dimples to implode in his cheeks. He was sure he’d be able to help her with that. As she passes his way he grips at her hand; quickly pulling her into the broom cupboard. “Hey,” is all he’ll say before his lips press to her own; hands gripping at her sides. “You seem a little stressed,” he’ll pout into the kiss, fingers crawling down her stomach. “Anything I can do to help you with that?”// @greasersbro

she’d been laying in her hospital far too long now, but she wasn’t allowed to go home yet, which was absolutely killing her. at this point, she was partially considering bribing her ex husband to let her go. putting her phone down at the sight of her niece, alaska sat herself up carefully, propping herself up on the pillows. “finally, some fucking entertainment in this place. i’m losing my shit. come here, tell me everything that’s happened while i was out. how’s my good mate reggie doing? he probably hates me.” // @greasersbro