Looking around the room, you let out a groan and rubbed your head as you sat up. It seemed to take you a while to realise what happened the night before. You had a drink, right? You could tell from the half-drunk bottle of wine. Not noticing the shirtless, sleeping person in your bed next to you. A loud groan escaped your lips and the sleeping person next to you stirred, his blue hair peeking out from under the covers.

"Stu?" You whispered and your now-lover sat up, sleepily. "Yeh?" he replied, looking at you, "mornin' luv," he said, his words slow and dragging on.
"Did we do anything?"
"Noh, but check yew texts."
You pulled your phone out and unlocked it, biting your lip as the conversation loaded.

heyy sexy~

hey love, why are you up late?

come over nowww,, i want you~ ;)
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stuuuuu-pott??
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toodeee?
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stuwart
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stuu

i'm outside

yes, i will

You looked at Stuart. "What did you do?" I whispered, snatching a quick glance at his chest. "Ey jus' put yew ta bed, den yew asked if ey cud stay, den yew invi'ed meh into yewr bed. Den yew asked meh to be yew boyfrend or summfink," He stammered at some parts, his voice scratching.
"What did you say?"
He stayed quiet and referred to your texts. "Go' any paynkillehs?" he asked, rubbing his head. You nodded, explaining where they were.

"Fanks, (Y/N) luv," he said, stumbling out and went to grab some. You heard some rummaging, water running and a glass clink. You read through your messages again, blushing at how you acted. 3 words stuck out to you, though.

Yes, I will

Joy and confusion struck you. Obviously, you were happy but why? Why did you ask him? You guessed you had no control over yourself when drunk. You groaned, turning off your phone and you just layed there on your side for a while. You felt an arm pull you close and a soft hum of song. "I'm in the stakin' bar, I got debts, I'm a debaser.." Stuart sung quietly, burying his face in the nook of your neck. His Cockney accent had gone and was replaced by an angelic voice. "Saturnz about to make love, and I'm just a heartbreaker," you finished the verse for him, giggling as he breathed on your neck.

You both layed there for a while before you needed to get up. You got dressed in your favourite clothes and Stuart wore what he was wearing the day before. Both of you leaving your room, you grimaced and pretended to throw up at the sound of loud moaning and some sexual slurs coming from the room across. Your boyfriend held back a giggle and stood in the kitchen awkwardly.

"So umm, what you wanna do?" you asked, trying to ignore the muffled groaning and soft squeaking from (BF/N)'s room. Stuart looked uncomfortable so you quietly led him to the roof. This was somewhere you recently discovered.

You loved it dearly ever since. It was a place you could relax in at any time and you had done that in the few days you had ignored 2D. You intertwined your fingers with his and you sat on the edge of the building. His phone rang again after a while and he apologised, taking the call. You stayed quiet and let him speak. “’Ave tuh go again. Sorreh,” He mumbled, kissing your forehead and leaving you alone.
A week later, you hadn’t seen him since. He had been busy and hadn’t reply to his texts or very rarely texted him. You knew he was probably busy making music or something along the lines of that.

You were packing to leave and shoving stuff in your suitcase when you heard a quiet knock on the door. With a grunt you zipped up your suitcase and went to answer the door. Pulling it open, you saw 2D standing there looking sheepish and holding something behind his back. “Come in,” you said, forcing a smile and closing the door behind him.

“Uh, am sorreh luv. Bin busy makin’ music. Tirin’. When are yew leavin’?”

“Today.”

“T-today?” He asked, stammering. That caught him off guard and his eyes widened. “Wot? Ey don’ believe yew!” Stuart said, mumbling. He denied the truth, his mouth wide open. “Close your mouth or you’ll swallow flies,” you joked, closing his mouth for him. He sighed quietly, pulling his hand out from behind his back and showing you. It was a small bag. “Tayke et, luv,” he tilted his head and gave it to you. You took it off him and opened it.

A small, white box sat in the back. Picking the box up and out of the bag, you opened it. Inside sat a necklace, a ring and a bracelet. “Real diemon’s,” he mumbled shyly. You gasped in awe and took the necklace out first. It shone with different colours as you turned it around in your hand. “Can you help me put it on?” You asked, pulling your hair out the way. Stuart took it and fastened it for you, his breath on your neck made you shiver. Sliding the ring on, you inspected it. “Oh Stu, it’s lovely,” you whispered. “Is promise ring,” he said timidly, his voice faltering. Yet his eyes mixed and transformed into white. His eyes glowed with a spark of happiness.

Lastly, you picked up the bracelet. You saw your name engraved on one of the strips of silver and you slipped your hand through it and fastened it. “Oh Stu, they’re beautiful..”

wow over 900 words!
ughh i rushed this???
i wrote half of it in school,, actually most of it in school.
hope you enjoyed! leave some feedback in the comments if you wish!
have a great day/night :)

the necklace ^

the ring ^

i cant show the bracelet but ill try and put it on later :)