Gerard woke up with Frank tucked under his chin, one leg thrown across his thighs. They were wedged up close to Mikey, who was spooning Pete, who was spooning Spencer, nose buried in his nape. Patrick was open-mouthed and snuffling against Spencer’s collarbone, fingers twined with Pete’s at his waist, and Joe and Andy were a tangled mess of limbs, forehead’s touching, Joe’s back pressed flat along Patrick’s.

Nnnnnggggh. This image has made me the happiest woman alive. Thank you doesn't even cover it.

And ha, I have just woken up half the household laughing out loud. Oh, Pete. Oh, sleepy Frank. Oh, Brendon. Of course he has a horse named Mr Frisky. I am gleeing helplessly in the early hours of the morning.

Would it be okay to friend you? I've been following your fic forever, but I cannot live without regular updates.

In conclusion, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!