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not-a-big-slay · 4 months ago

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Crazy, stupid, love

alex turner x fem!reader

summary: two things you need in you right now; a martini and the hot guy at the bar, and nothing would stop you now...

warnings: recreated the scene from Crazy Stupid Love, very suggestive themes but no smut, fluff, its literally the scene, some things are added..

a/n: imagine 2013 Alex in this.

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You made sure to not show your slowly crumbling life on your appearance tonight. No wonder, your parents were divorcing, you had to find a job fitting your law education and you broke it off with your boyfriend today, but that didn't bother you, you should have done it a long ago. You did love him, at least in the earlier stages, but his behavior made you slowly stand up from the fall. It gave you the ick, how he treated his life. You needed someone thrilling, ride or die, the acting before thinking type.

And he was exactly that.

Maybe it seemed desperate, coming to this bar only to watch him from afar, but you knew you weren't alone. He had most of eyes on him and you understood why. That white shirt hugged his toned body and the slutty little waist flawlessly, his hair gelled back, sunglasses on, even though it was dark out. It was ridiculous. He would have looked ridiculous if you saw him a week ago or yesterday or even today in the morning, but right now, he was all you needed.

Alex. You remembered his name from a few months ago and even the table you and your best friend sat at. Too bad you were taken and too bad you minded it as well. The way he smirked at you, convincing you that's the only way his mouth lifted, and the way he talked. Oh, you wanted to moan in your second martini so badly, out of anger that you didn't take his offer then.

He stood there, so perfect, drinking whatever dark brown liquor they served in here, the dim lights alluminating his etheral form, music wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Oh, that sounded nice. A warm blanket, a book in your hand, maybe a tea-

You shook your head lightly. You had to concentrate on the hot guy before you. It was what needed to be done. You were so tired of your boring life, there was no excitment, no parties, no one night stands, no mistakes. You had to make mistakes. Even if you woke up tomorrow, feeling so regretful that you slept with a womanizer, you still slept with a womanizer. Perhaps you needed to be one of the women who never get the call back.

Downing another martini forced your eyes to peel off of Alex and braced you to finally walk up to him. After you took a deep deep breath, your heeled feet overtook each other in his direction. The walk seemed long, why did you choose the seat farthest away from his.

It almost seemed like he would notice you, making your heartbeat reach its peak of speed, but it went beyond when you registered two women beginning to talk to him, being obviously braver than you. Well, of course they were, they looked like Playboy models. You fastened your step, trying to calm yourself down. It's not a competition, you don't need to be better than them, you need to be one of them. As long as you stay collected and don't do something so stu-

"Hey, you." Alex turned around, wondering if it was him you were adressing, but seeing your eyes set on him as well as your walk, he found his answer quite quickly. What he didn't register was you throwing yourself on him, lips first.

He was rarely caught off guard, especially if it came to women kissing him, but you achieved that. He mindlessly held his hands in the air before they found logic again and wrapped around your tight dark blue dress. It was a surprise, but a welcome one, and he proved it by pulling you and your tongue closer. Only a slight push from you made him stop and he somehow couldn't connect his brain to his mouth, being forced to hang agape.

"You remember me?"

Your demeanor screamed confidence, which was a little challenging for his dominant personality. He finally closed his mouth and took in a deep breath to compose himself, or at least try.

"Yeah."

It was pathetic how a kiss affected him as he could only exhale the word out. His eyes rapidly scanned your face, recognizing you immediately. How could they not when he silently hoped to meet you again everytime he visited this bar, which turned to every day, in desperate urge to find you. An urge he wasn't yet comfortable with admitting.

"You still find me attractive?"

He nodded before he could properly puzzle out an answer, that repeated the one before however.

"Still wanna take me home?"

"Yes."

"Let's go." and grabbing his hand to drag him out of there marked this day a very special one for him. If you were gonna be like that when he gets you home, this would be an adventurous night indeed.

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You thought all boldness left you in the awkward taxi ride, where neither of you talked or even moved, but as soon as you stepped inside his house, you knew this was the moment no confidence could be found. How could you just...do all that? Did you iron out your brain to be smooth before walking up to him? It did got you to his house and all, but what good did it do when you were sure your braincells won't handle speaking to him.

You almost jumped when a record player started to sing some mood-setting music. Alex stood behind you, two glasses in his hands filled with a good-looking content. As he began to taper the distance between you, nerves hit and you did everything you could to not stare at him for so long. His smile knew what was going to happen and it intimidated you.

"I love this song." you said suddenly to at least further your upcoming embarassment. You knew your experience was on a whole different spectrum than his. Maybe it even created a new spectrum all together, yours being at the low extreme and his being the high one.

"I know, right?" he nodded, knowing there was nothing more he could do to highlight his disinterest in it. Alex knew what you were doing and he would let you. Making you uncomfortable wasn't his goal.

"This was a good choice."

"Good song. You never hear this song."

You nodded at his words. Your thumb played with the middle ring you wore, seeking some comfort, but it had to seperate when he gave you the drink he prepared. With a weak "Cheers." you swallowed the liquid whole, which clearly wasn't the way you were supposed to drink it, judging from Alex's softly widened eyes, but whatever. You were about to sleep with an art worthy, if-wanted-to-could-be pornstar in those expensive adult films that were considered 'classy'. You, who bought rather 3-in-1 than a normal soap if it meant saving money, would sleep with him, whose skin you could almost see your reflection in. Or you at least thought so.

He sat down at the couch and just...watched you. It was very weird, maybe it worked magic on the girls he brought here. You spun on the spot, admiring the modern house he had. It was almost comical how wealthy it looked. You could imagine a lot of useless- or as posh people say, priceless- stuff just catching dust in here. As you finished your slow turnaround, you came face to face with him and huffed out a smile.

"I'm very nervous." you admitted, registering his soft smile.

"I'm getting that."

Was he cringing right now? You wouldn't be shocked if he regretted ever bringing you here, but you couldn't help but be honest. Your parents taught you that honesty and kindness are the strongest weapons against a cruel life. It was weird thinking about your parents when you were about to bang a guy, and you also knew they wouldn't support this.

"I mean, I know I seemed confident at the bar, but that was mostly because I was cold...and I wanted to be dramatic a little bit." you tilted your head as you tried to explain your behavior. Alex only stretched his smile. It wasn't the smirk you knew, this was a genuine smile. Though you were offended, when he spoke: "You're adorable."

"No. I'm not adorable." your disagreeing made him raise his eyebrows softly. It just made you more adorable.

"I am sexy. I am hot and I'm about to bang a guy who hit on me at the bar." you even stuck out your finger as a warning, or a promise. Alex nodded at every word, humming in agreement. It was truly cute how you were convincing yourself to do something you're not familiar with. He could see you were the type for a long, serious relationships and a cute little dates with matching clothes even, and a romantic unexpected proposal finished by a huge colorful wedding. This went against your nature, but you were so determined to sleep with him, it amused him.

"Alex." he corrected your own naming, as if you could ever forget. "Do people still say 'bang'?" he questioned.

"Oh I do, yeah. We are gonna bang." you ordered him, regaining your confidence for some reason. You would have to take control of yourself if anything was to happen, and it would happen. It was meant to now, you were already here. Alex agreed, this was by far most interesting night and it barely started. You motioned him to stand up, he obliged.

"Take off your shirt." you let the thought slip out of your mouth. The view was something you couldn't stop imagining and it was urgent to find out which of the two possibilities- ripped or very ripped- was true.

"Why?"

"Please, will you just..cause I can't stop thinking about it."

His confusion was something you didn't expect. You asumed people asked that of him all the time. But after a few okay's, he did.

You stared, of course, but non-chalantely, so it wouldn't look too desperate. After a moment though, you gave up and groaned. This was frustrating.

"Seriously?! It's like you're photoshopped."

No lies told, he was unbelievably hot dressed, now you were worried he might burn through the wooden floor and fall into the depths of unknown. "Can I just..." you tried to voice your intentions, already walking to him and then touching his abs. The reflection belief from before could be true, in a certain lighting.

It was Alex's turn for demands.

"Now you take off your dress."

"No."

"Yes."

"No way. Not with all that going on, thank you." you argued. You considered yourself pretty confident overall, never really had a problem with your body, but everything could change. This was definitely not helping, it looked like someone punched 8 holes through his back all the way to his stomach and left big bumps. You sighed, not knowing what to do now. He was too hot for you. Was that enough of an excuse for your nerves to stop you?

"Can I put my shirt back on-"

"No."

Alex repeated your sigh, it was kind of cold. He frowned as you started biting your nails, probably thinking. He would taught you to unlearn that someday, he didn't even pause to think that 'someday', logistically, doesn't mean tonight. "So..what happens now? What's your big move?"

"My big move?" he questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Your move. What's your big move?" you repeating helped nothing to ease his confusion.

"I got..lots of moves."

"What's your big move.." got him thinking, stressing rather, if he should just reveal it. It was a magical move, he didn't want to just throw the miracle away, it wouldn't work on you then. "I'm not telling you my big move.."

It offended you, so much so that you let your jaw drop from the impact. "You're not ready for the big move.." he insulted you again.

Overlapping exchange of opinions almost poured outside of his walls. Alex got frustrated, no other girl every did this, they were usually submissing to everything he said or did. This was just beginning to exhaust him, so he cracked.

"I work 'Dirty Dancing' into the conversation..."

A scoff he could survive. You could do a lot worse than that, considered how silly that sounded out loud. "How does that work?" you didn't even try to hide that smile of yours, it was like you did it on purpose so he would feel his ego bruised.

"I just...begin talking about it at one point and then I reveal that I can do the move..." he explained sitting down. God, an hour already passed by, and they weren't even in the bedroom yet. He watched your mockery from the settee and, knowing what you were gonna say anyway, Alex just continued: "You know when Patrick Swayze picks up Jennifer Grey?"

"Uh huh?"

"I can do that."

"And..that works?"

His confirmation made you chuckle again. There was no way this was serious. Only hot guys like him could actually seduce a woman this way.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." you choked in your laughter, causing your voice to shake a little.

"I agree, but it works every time."

His gaze was annoying you, as though he read your mind. It was supposed to assure you that lifting you up would indeed made you sleep with him. You knew that if you were to say something, Alex had enough power to convince you to try it. And that wasn't happening, of course. Still, his smile was too sure to be lying and you so wanted to prove his sexappeal wrong.

"That would not work on me."

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This was stupid.

This was oh so stupid.

"Come on." the hand motion he did, flickering his fingers to his naked chest, made you hesitate even more. This circled the outline of risky to straight up dangerous. You could hit your head on the mahagony table behind him, or even fall onto it, if his hands really dissapointed you.

"Oh God, this is ridiculous.." you tried to shake your nerves off with your hands and legs, but hearing "Time Of Our Lives" spread all around the room surprisingly only added to it. "This is beyond ridiculous."

"Run and jump." he instructed you, his legs moving into position. You regretted all life choices that led you here, led you to meet this hot guy, only to later find out he is batshit crazy. "When was the last time you did this? I mean, how do you work out for this?"

Alex completely ignored your stress questions, they were only prolonging this moment. "Just do it. Come on." You exhaled heavily, it was too late to back off now, your shoes were already kicked off and the right distance between you already set.

"Thank God I'm drunk." you began jumping up and down, getting ready, "Here we go."

You yelped as your feet left the ground, your whole life now in Alex's hands, quite literally. He held you firmly by your waist, letting you enjoy the view overhead as your own hands rested on his shoulders. It was really something, it made you feel all nostalgic from the first time watching that movie. Every girl wanted to be picked up like this. Oh, that was his secret.

While he began to slowly pull you back onto the ground, you gave up any sign of resentment to the effect that crept up on you as Alex's face appeared close to yours. Your breaths mingling in each other caused you to inhale his by accident. Goosebumps spiked up on your waist, right under his touch. That was indeed ridiculous.

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Your lips were beginning to feel numb from each move. You also noticed how the little waist of his fitted between your spread legs. It excited you a little, the thought that in a moment he would take the rest of your clothes off along with his pants. You assumed one night stands are made to ease one's worries, like some drug or something, so why it made you so tense? Maybe it was the fact that you would be insignificant to him tomorrow, after sharing the most intimate experience a human could. You would just be forgotten in the haze of women, and you definitely would be forgetful. Your bedroom game is not that strong.

Maybe it was just the fact that his mattress was thick, like there was something that shouldn't be there. The material was rough too, you could feel it when he moved with you, even through the sheet.

"Is that one of those water cold mattresses?"

It interrupted the kiss and you could hear it in Alex's breath that he did mind. Though, if you were right, that deserved an interruption. "Yes." he admitted and kissed you again, deeper than before, probably to not interrupt the process any more. You had to pull away, even if it was a bit forceful. This was golden.

"'Forever Comfy' mattress? You can't be serious."

You laughed again. He should keep count of how many times you laughed in his own damn house. But how could you not? This was an iconic product in the teleshopping game. You could still hear a faint voice of Horst Fuchs trying to sell it. A mattress that was cooled down by something close to a gallon of water and a small fan, which kept the whole thing cold the whole night. They just figured out how to sell nonsense.

Alex sighed and let his head fall in defeat. If you were playing hard to get, you accidentally set in on extreme mode. "Do you use it? Is it on?" the interested you had in this thing surpassed the one you had in him by a mile, he noticed, and he hated how your impression of Horst talking about the mattress forced him to smile. It was really good, that he would admit.

"No, it's not on." he abandoned his hovering over you and laid beside you, which didn't phase you at all, you were too focused on finding the plastic bin where the water should be kept. "Ask me how many times I've used it."

"How many times you've-"

"Twice."

And a new fit of laughter began again, this time mixing with his own. "These things are like $2,000." you managed to word out. "$3,000" he corrected you, taking more of your breath away as you tried to stop laughing. You wondered why he didn't use it often, especially with how heaty things get over here. That also made you mentally cringe on how weird you must look. God damn, you're here for sex, not for the magical mattress. You calmed down and sat up to make your statement more final.

"Okay, sorry. Let's continue, let's just take our clothes off."

Your suggestion sounded great, no problem with that. In fact, this was what he wanted all night, this was what he aimed for. This side of you, though, how you were showing him your character more than your skin, the way he knew how your face likes to express your thoughts rather than how flexible is your body, was getting to him. Maybe he should just do you and get over it, before the worst happens.

"Wanna try it?"

Maybe not.

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It would be so comical to see you two from a third person's perspective. How you were both patiently waiting in the kitchen for the bin to fill up with water, watching it silently, standing side by side. Oh, not to mention you only in your underwear. God, comedy gold, you were sure.

"This sucks."

"Yeah."

You smiled at that exchange and his agreement. It had to be using so much water, for no valid reason at that. Alex let it run while he reached for a drawer, pulling out a knife. Your survival skills sucked, because all you did was raise an eyebrow at him. That would certainly protect you from a serial killer. "'s the penny cutter." he smiled at you, predicting your excitment.

"Get outta here!" you gasped as he showed it to you. A knife that cuts through pennies, you were amazed. It was all silver and the blade was weirdly curved to sell the advertisment.

"Gimme a penny."

"Nuh uh."

"Come on, give me a penny."

"No, take your change, you're better well off.", judging by his huge house naturally.

"It's a penny." Alex sounded like he wanted to remind you what the saying 'in for a penny, in for a pound' truly meant and that a penny wouldn't save you from the IRS. You groaned, but obliged and left to get your purse, coming succesfully back with one penny.

"Here it goes." were his famous last words, before the knife came to contact with the coin. It cut halfway into it and Alex pushed down with all his strenght, but with no luck. You quickly came to aid and wrapped your own hands around his while putting pressure onto the knife. Finally, it snapped, giving each of you one part of the famous saying. You had the We Trust part, while Alex picked up his In God.

Somehow, splitting a penny led to a profound conversation on the cold mattress- which you immediately turned off, because it was loud and too cold for the human body- that threw out information about each other's past, present and a hopeful future. It was shameless and random. One moment he was doing a Nick Cage impression and the other you were feeling pity on how his crush left him at prom for Martin Helpert, simuteniously growing hatred for said person. It wasn't any different with you.

"Two siblings?"

"Mmmhm, both a lot younger."

"You're the oldest?"

"Yeah."

"Oldest, huh. You must have been the miracle child."

"No, I wasn't supposed to happen. I was a mistake, my parents had me when they were 17."

"No!"

"It's true!"

You weren't sure why you revealed all this and more, but you knew it was wildly comfortable, also because it was an 'eye for an eye', but the skin to skin contact eased you. You were either laying on his chest or he was laying on your thighs. At one point, you were both recreating the scene from Little Women. Not quoting, properly playing out.

"No, no.." you shook your head, pacing the floor.

"It's no use, Jo."

"No, please, Teddy."

"We've got to have it out.. I have loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, I couldn't help it! And..and I've tried to show and you wouldn't let me, which is fine..."

"No."

"But I must make you hear now and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this!"

His acting was perfect, especially during the "I've figured you'd love me, Jo!" part, that hit you in the feels. Hours swam by and already gave up trying to get your attention. You were way too busy sharing every little thing about yourselves and remembering said thing. Like the green dinosaur plushie with purple spine he got from his mom as a reward for a good performance in his school's talent show, and the time he hid it in his college dorm, because he didn't want to get rid of it. He still had it and you were holding it right now.

"Is there a reason you sleep with someone new every night?"

"I'm scared of being alone."

"Why?"

"Cause I was always alone, I'm an only child. I convinced myself that I could change it once I'd be an adult. I wanted to have lot of friends who would always keep me company.."

"That's not the case, then..?"

"Nope."

Your fingers uninterruptidly traced soft circles on his chest and had no intentions of stopping, even while thinking about his confession. "You're a great company, Alex." you felt the need to let him know how much you loved this whole conversation with him. You never ran out of things to talk about.

"That means a lot to me, do you know that?"

He was a producer, going by a pseudonym, while also trying his own stuff. Most of his living was paid by his parents though, as his dad owned a successful businness. He wrote a couple of songs that he never showed anyone, except you. His voice was lovely and you couldn't help but shame him for not releasing his stuff for the world to hear.

"I met this guy one night....total tragedy, I mean..he looked like he was 'bout to cry in his whiskey...his wife cheated on him apparantely, kept saying it over and over, worried for his kids and all. So I took him out, you know...made him meet some women to have fun, god knows that's what he needed.."

"You taught him your ways?" he lightly pushed into you, making you chuckle.

"Funny, but...yeah, I did tell him how to dress and how to approach ladies...He became quite the player too."

Alex also complimented your voice as you sang Summer Lovin' together, something you wouldn't even try to remember the process of getting to, and kept convincing you to get into his studio and create something, together.

"My mom is..a warrior." you began another topic, another half an hour later.

"She takes everything upon herself, everything labelling as her fault..with good intentions, but...I'm the one she complains to and..it's hard."

Alex's hands were working magic. The way he caressed your back or stroked your hair. You could get used to it. Hell, you could get used to him whole. In fact, you wanted to.

"I hear you. Even though you're old enough for that, you're still her child..No child should know about their parents' hardship, you know? That's what friends are for."

Why didn't he marry you at this point?

"Or therapists."

He laughed. "Yeah, or therapists...God, my parents would kill each other before even considering therapy."

"My parents are gonna divorce."

Once you spat that out, there wasn't a corner of your life he haven't heard of. Everything was out in the open, nothing mysterious about you now. It felt good, in some way. Telling a stranger all your life while not being sure you'd ever see him again. This was fun. Maybe you did elevate from your boring life tonight, just not in the way you expected.

Alex took a deep breath in after your words. "We should really fuck." You hummed in agreement and began putting this plan in motion. He cleaned the bed from all snacks, music sheets and childhood toys while you took used glasses and cups to the kitchen and then prepared in the bathroom. This was it, finally.

As you reentered the bedroom, feeling all hot, your smirk changed to a loving smile. Alex was fast asleep, happily snoring away. The night was exhausting, you would admit that. In a good way though, but nothing stopped the dark from turning into a dawn, which made you yawn at the mere thought. There was nothing you could do other than laying next to him, kissing him on the cheek and follow him into a deep sleep.

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"The water's hot already!"

"Jesus, I'm coming! You know, I shouldn't be saying that now."

The morning was off to a great start when you woke up and realized the undone. A shared shower was a great solution on your part. You both would be in a tight, wet, steamy space and naked. Even if there wasn't an intention to, you two would bang.

As Alex rolled his eyes at your comment, you finally got inside, feeling a little shy from showing your whole body off. You slapped him in his arm lightely as he shamelessly looked you up and down, lingering on certain spots.

"What was that for?"

"Don't do that! I have to feel comfortable."

"Alright, alright." he stepped away from you as far as he could. His body, plus wet, made you in no need for water to become that as well. This was actually special for him too, his nights usually ended after a coffee. You even had a full breakfast at his house and now you were showering together. You wondered the same thing and it made you feel better.

There was the same awkward nothingness like yesterday. You two didn't seem to move, you just stood there, exactly like yesterday. Alex couldn't handle it anymore, so he moved first, wrapping his hands around your waist and ass, pressing you closer. You gasped lightly, but understood his message perfectly. Let's fuck already. It was clear.

You kissed him and he pressed you onto the glass wall. When you let out a moan, his senses blurried, chasing the haze of desire building up in him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and slid your leg up his thigh. Your knee bend above his perfectly shaped ass and he abandoned your curves to pick the other one up as well. You steadied yourself against the wall when you felt the lenght pressing against your clit, sending volts through you. In a minute, you both jumped away from each other as a sudden static noise startled you. It was the goddamn shower radio. You had to turn it on by mistake.

As you groaned in annoyance and Alex chuckled, the radio finally picked up a good frequency and Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start The Fire' swallowed the whole bathroom. You looked at Alex, who still had his hands pinned on the wall around you. This was no coincidence, the universe just doesn't want you two to fuck.

"Mood ruined." you sighed as you listened to an unnecessarily loud Billy Joel.

"Nah. Mood set."

Alex offered you his hand, a clear sign that no sex would be done if you took it. The main problem would continue and you would go home with no other way to flex on your best friend than to lie. So, you accepted his hand. The next five minutes was the perfect time to show the most embarrassing dance moves you harboured. You'd also never guess how much jumping around in a shower while singing along to a highly overrated 90's song you'd do in your life, but you had the time of your life.

Alex made sure to actually use the time for more than dancing and washed your hair as well as your body, which you repayed in a vice versa act. Doing an air guitar with you while you were in between his arms, leaning on his chest, was probably the happiest he's ever been. That was maybe the reason why he gave you his phone number after you were all set to leave.

Maybe it was the same reason that made you call the very next day, after an unusual cold night.

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Don't worry about bringing anything!

Is the first sign to bring something.

Usually, you would comply. You were too old to play these psychic games, but you were never old enough to outgrew them in your family, specifically, with your mother. Maybe she enjoyed draining your brain as it tried to come up with a good idea to bring tonight. And it had to be a good idea, because you couldn't introduce Alex to her with a bad idea.

It has been a few months since you and Alex made it official- which was immediately on the first date- and you already have been putting off an annual catch up with your mom, you figured why not to burst the bubble. Alex agreed, with hesitation and worry, but he did, because he wanted this. Meeting one's parents was a serious thing and he started to like that word. Serious.

You aimed for a wine shop, a place where all good ideas begin. Your mom liked red wine, so you've spent the time there. Alex went to call someone a couple of minutes ago, so your focus was off of him now, trying to find the greatest, cheapest bottle of red wine. You picked up an interesting one, examining it for a minute.

"Look what I found." were words you heard before he pressed himself against you and kissed the crook of your neck. "I'll take this one, please! Gotta be the sweetest I've tasted." he called out to no one.

You shook your head and mockingly bit into his shoulder, which caused him to silently roar as a dinosaur. It made you laugh, that became his priority these days.

"We need to pick out wine-"

"Yeah, that one." he pointed at the one you were holding. The only reason you picked it up was the sparkly wrapping around it. You were like a moth to a flame when it came to fun packaging. You weren't even sure if it tasted good.

"Hmm, okay. Do we steal it?" you suggested as you look at the price. There were far too many numbers on it. Alex took the bottle out of your hand, pressing you closer.

"Hmm...maybe. Go first, so it won't be suspicious."

You wanted to argue. Wines were not that good to cost that much, but you knew your mother would love a bottle she certainly hasn't tried before and Alex was impossible to talk to when it came to paying. Your deadpan expression stayed on though, just for the sake of it. You shouldn't get used to this, so the face wouldn't go anywhere in the near future.

He just smiled at you and honked your nose to erase it, making a noise with it. "Should get that fixed." he said before he kissed you hard, his smile never once falling. As he pulled you to the cash register, you wondered if you should bring also a white wine for your dad. Though, he probably wouldn't be present, you didn't want him to think you were already cutting him off, not to mention he was a great dad, so you'd never cut him off.

You were snapped out of these thoughts by Alex who was pulling your hand away from your mouth. He hated your nail biting and you really tried to stop it, but anxiety was stronger.

"What 're you thinking about, hm?"

You smiled at him and confessed your worries. His immediate solution was indeed buying a bottle of white wine. It was nice, thinking alike. At times like these, you were positive you loved him already, but you wouldn't tell him that. Not yet at least. All in good timing.

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Alex struggled with his shoes, apparantely. They seemed so hard to take off. You knew his nerves were bound to come out eventually, so you wouldn't push him. The door was opened, but no one was inside.

"I'll go look around." you informed your boyfrend as he decided to untie both of his shoes, just in case.

"I'm right behind you."

You walked through the wooden hall into the living room. There were a lot of furniture left after Grandma, so it gave a comforting energy to this more modern house. Your parents were sentimental. At that thought, you spotted them in the garden, both of them. That was definitely a weird sight, especially considering your dad wore a tuxido and there was a mini spinning mill behind him.

"Hello?" you called out, unsure if this is what you should be interrupting. Your dad called your name happily and that made all your doubt go away. "Hi, guys!" you greeted them.

Some time had passed since you visited them and it was obviously around time, with everything going on. You were happy to see your dad here as well, making it easier for you and Alex to do this once and properly. As your mom hugged you, you just realized how much you missed this and how nice it felt to come in a house that wasn't in shambles from the divorce, how you imagined. They were happy and you were finally too.

"Cal?"

You turned around to see Alex's shocked expression. What was truly shocking was him addressing your dad by his name. Your eyes found your dad, his own flickered between you and Alex, trying to connect the dots, which was what you tried to do as well.

"Oh, hell no!"

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