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keeksandgigz · 9 months

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painkiller (part three of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: After a rocky start, you and Eddie seem to be turning over a new leaf, but a small misunderstanding is sure to change that. You help set up the cafe for the Halloween party, which you end up going to after much begging by Colette, you try to make Eddie jealous and a healthy dose of liquid courage helps things get sentimental.

cw: 4k words, jealous!eddie, swearing, allusion to smut, reader being essentially a sensitive baby, some miscommunication, eddie being a softie for reader, no y/n, no physical description of reader, boys being silly, mention of throwing up/ retching, drinking (everyone is of age), it gets a little bit fluffy towards the end

read part 1 here, part 2 here

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"You guys fucked??" Colette's voice booms in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Colette, the whole freeway didn't need to know that. And no, we didn't fuck" you take the exit that brings you into Daisy Street, the one towards the cafe.

"Then what? Steve keeps talking about how you guys look at each other like you wanna run to the back and fuck like bunnies" she nudges at you and you roll your eyes.

"Remind me to ask Steve to drive you to work next time, since you guys are such good friends" you smile at her.

"Yeah, whatever, so what happened?" she nibbles at her bagel.

You take a deep breath in. There are no secrets between you and Colette. "Well, he... spanked me" you hear her gasp, without giving her time to start talking you keep going; "Then he took me to his office and fingered me, but he didn't let me um...finish because I wouldn't apologize to him. Then he drove me home" you say, all in one breath.

"You kinky bitch" she laughs, a hearty laugh. After she comes down from her fit, she continues, almost like a phantom hand slapped some sense into her. "But what an asshole! Because you wouldn't apologize to him? And he drove you home?"

"I swear he's so confusing. He wouldn't let me take the bus." You just got your car back after two days without it because of a leak. You pull up into the parking lot.

"Shit, he's outside" you whisper. He's sitting on the curb, cigarette in hand, scrolling through his phone. Something tells you he isn't there to make drinks today. His hair is down and he's wearing chunky rings in both hands. You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it.

As much of an asshole as he is, you've been replaying the night before on a loop for the whole morning. You swallow.

"Too late to turn back and make a run for it" Colette quips as you park the car as further as possible from him.

"So what, do I just go in like 'Hey fancy seeing you here, remember when your fingers were in me last night?' or do I just ignore him?" you groan as you open your car door, grabbing your bag and jacket.

"Maybe wait for him to speak to you? I dunno. He should apologize, that was fucked" Colette says, closing the car door.

You both walk towards the cafe's front door. Eddie catches your eye immediately. Fuck it, your shift wouldn't start until two- thirty.

"Col, I'll meet you inside. Thanksgiving menu is launching soon, Steve'll have your head if you don't walk in right this second" you joke, she just nudges your shoulder and winks at you, as she disappears inside the cafe.

"Y'know" Eddie speaks, taking a long drag out of his cigarette "you shouldn't gossip about me when I can hear you from around the corner. I take it she knows?" he exhales a cloud of smoke, making you take a ragged breath at the way the smoke falls from his lips.

"Maybe you shouldn't overhear my conversations. Ever thought about that? And so what if she knows? Steve probably knows too" you spit.

"I usually don't tell Steve about the girls I fuck. Last night wasn't even a fuck, really. I just showed you what was so incredibly obvious to the naked eye, sweetheart" he puts the cigarette to his lips again.

"Which is?" you don't have patience for the slow drawl of his voice, sounding like he's just woken up. The way his fingers wrap around the cigarette, his lips puckering up as he sucks into the filter. You shiver.

"That we wanna fuck each other. Don't tell me that you're not looking at me and not thinking about what I did to you last night" Gotcha. He smiles around the cigarette.

"You really do think too highly of yourself" you sit on the curb, keeping a distance between you two.

"I've been thinking about last night the whole morning" he blurts out, putting his cigarette out on the sole of his boots “It was good, but you were kind of a bitch about me not letting you cum. Maybe you should rethink about apologizing” he smirks towards you.

“Well, I don't think last night should have happened at all" you shrug, pretending like the way he's playing with his chain bracelet isn't affecting you. He turns towards you.

"Is that so?" he says, voice a bit lower, gravelly. You inhale, then nod.

He takes out a stack of black papers from a folder in his messenger bag, you take the chance to change the subject.

"What's that?" you ask, trying to peek over the the wall of black posters.

"The posters for the Halloween party next week. My friend Nancy just designed and printed them out for me. I scheduled you on Friday to come in and help with decorating, I'll pay you extra, since it's not in your job description. I'll talk to Jim about it" it's a lie, he just wants to spend more time with you.

"Am I required to come to this thing?" you interject, taking one of the posters in your hands, it's very well designed.

"Well, no. But the staff is invited anyway and I'm gonna be at the bar making free drinks, once a year we turn our bad boy coffee bar into a, y'know bar bar" he says, a movement of his ringed hand follows it.

"Oh, so you're a bartender too? What concoction are you gonna brew for this party, Mr. Alchemist?" you ask, chin propped on your hands. A flirtatious lilt to the way you talk, you bat your eyelashes.

"Guess you gotta come to find out" he winks and stands up, opening the side door to his van.

"Where are you going?" you ask, squinting to look at his face, the sun in your eyes.

"These posters aren't gonna hang themselves around town, are they? I just came here to hang one on the bulletin board and one on the door. Wanna come?"

You're not sure how to feel. He's suddenly being nice to you? And you wanna say yes so badly for some reason, maybe because you're tired of fighting with him and he seems like an actually cool person to be around?

"My shift starts in five minutes" you say, standing up and dusting off your butt.

He shrugs his shoulders "Consider this your shift? You're still technically helping me with the cafe" his tone is bordering a whine, can this man be that desperate to want you to come with him?

You really are pondering your options, it doesn't feel normal that you'd want to go with him instead of a chill shift without Eddie Munson's hovering eyes.

"You coming or not? And the pun was intended" he chuckles to himself as you hit him in the arm.

"You're an asshole" Alright, fuck it.

"You win" you grumble, jumping on the passenger seat of his van. The same van you were in the night before, cursing the man because he had left you unsatisfied.

In the back of the van there are stacks of boxes full of prints. You reach for the black poster he was holding earlier.

"What's 'Corroded Coffin'?"

"The band I'm in" he says, a creeping smile on his lips. Nonchalant, like he hadn't dropped a heavy piece of Eddie lore.

"'Kay so, you're a barista, a bartender, a business owner and you're in a band?!" eyes wide in disbelief as a smug expression appears on the boy's lips.

"The four b's, baby" he laughs "Me, Jeff, Gareth and another dude have been in this band since high school, tried to strike out but uhhhh different plans I guess" his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Lemme guess, you're the drummer?" you ask, finding yourself oddly at ease as he drives the car around town.

He shakes his head, his ratty curls moving around his face "Lead guitar and singer" lips pulled taut in a thin smile, face scrunched up.

"Shut the fuck up, I hate you! That's why you're so fucking slappable" he laughs at your comment as he thrums his ringed fingers along with Love me like a Reptile on the steering wheel. You gulp.

"That's why you're so good with your fingers, then?" it escapes you before you can even register what your brain is computing, but he's turning on his indicators to pull over, because he's quite literally doubled over with laughter.

"Jesus I did a number on you, didn't I sweetheart?" he says in the midst of his fit, and you can feel yourself getting hot, embarrassed, like he's making fun of you.

You really thought that things between you two had smoothed over, but the way he's laughing at you has your cheeks growing in anger, the cockiness exuding from him doesn't spur you on or stoke whatever fire you're kindling, rather it makes you feel humiliated.

You grab your bag and coat, immediately opening the latch to the door of his van. Eddie stops laughing immediately.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he asks, head jerking towards you.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then you can hang your fucking posters by yourself. I’m going back to the store to do what I am actually paid for. Fuck you, Eddie” and he barely has time to reply before you slam the door of his van and you book it back towards the cafe.

The shift feels uneventful, until Colette and Steve take you to the kitchen to sample the menu for the party.

The boy fixes the glasses on his nose as he shows you strawberry brain jellies, spider falafels, mini spiderweb pizzas, and the sketch of a big Halloween cake.

“That was Steve’s idea, actually. It’s blueberry and cream cheese filling on one tier and then I think custard on the second one. You’re gonna die, Steve’s custard is actually to die for” and he blushes at that, a quick brush of his face as his eyes twinkle at the compliment.

Steve and Colette have been spending a lot of time together after all, you chuckle to yourself as you reach for the spoons with the cream filling samples. Colette was not wrong, that custard is an incredible explosion of lemon and milk and vanilla, you're astounded that Steve and Colette were able to pull this off in such a short time.

There isn't much you can tell them, as their culinary talent greatly exceeds yours, wondering why they didn't ask Eddie to do the tasting, who seemed nowhere to be found for the rest of your shift.

On Friday, he seems to be quite busy with various movers and decoration people to even pay attention to you as Jeff stands on a ladder with you yelling "higher!" every time he tries to hang a string of lights.

"Well, I'm a barista, not a fucking architect" he yells from atop of the ladder, as Gareth rolls out a bunch of boxes sitting in a cart.

"What's that?" you ask, still making Jeff mess with the purple string lights “to the right, man!”

You hear him groan.

"Our twelve- foot skeleton" he replies, taking the plastic parts out "good thing our ceilings are tall" he snickers as Jeff finishes setting up the lights and comes down.

"Why the fuck do you have a twelve- foot skeleton?" you lean against the ladder, watching him take the bone parts out of the boxes and setting up the first few bits.

"Eddie thought it would be hilarious if we got one our first year of doing these Halloween parties. We usually get the skeleton something stupid to wear, this year it's a giant clown nose" he laughs as you move the ladder towards him to help facilitate the building of this fucking monster of a decoration.

By the time night rolls, the coffee machines have been removed for the party and replaced with liquors, spirits, glasses and shakers.

Finally Eddie comes out of his office, hair mussed out of his messy bun, eyes puffy and tired as his eyes widen at the decorated party room around him.

Red, orange and purple lights hang around the perimeter of the walls, along with orange tulle fabric and various decorations on the theme of bats, skeletons and pumpkins. The twelve- foot skeleton stood tall in that stupid clown nose, at which he laughed at. He shot you a pained look before leaning on the bar counter.

“Wow you guys, you’ve really outdone yourselves this year” he mutters, taking a close look around at all the decorations.

“It was the girls, really, they’ve just been bossing us around the whole day” Gareth responds “we’ve just been their lackeys” he laughs.

“Regardless of that, I just wanted to thank you all for the splendid job, we should be expecting around 150 people in here tomorrow night, hope you guys are ready to party. Now get the fuck out of here” Eddie says as he motions for you and everyone else to leave as the guys protest “go get some rest, it’s literally midnight”

There’s a clamor of voices as you vacate the cafe, discussing costumes for the party, how fucked up everyone’s gonna get- Eddie being the last to leave and lock the door.

Before heading to his van, though he surpasses you, walking to your car.

“I trust you’ll be there tomorrow? You must be fun at parties, right?” he snickers, you roll your eyes.

“Sorry, Ed, previous engagement I have to attend to. Devastated to be missing the party of the decade, I’ll send a postcard” you unabashedly lie, there’s no reason you should be going to that party.

You give him a sour smile and head towards your car, as he stands stunned in the middle of the parking lot.

Without much ceremonies, you and Colette get in the car.

“Are you actually not going tomorrow?” your friend is outraged, a betrayed tone tinging her words.

“I dunno, I really don’t wanna see Eddie’s stupid face, plus I don’t have a costume” you shrug, entering the freeway.

You could do what you’ve always done since college- a sexy cat, make Eddie sizzle a bit, an unspoken revenge towards that unsatisfactory night where he refused to push you off the edge.

You don’t know what this is, whatever game you both are playing, a never ending tug of war of power and stupid fucking remarks at the expense of one another- why can’t you just sleep with him and get it over with?

“I’ll get you a fucking costume, babe! Just please come, Steve is being really weird to me and trying to ask me out, I’ll buy you lunch, dinner- anything” she begs, and you don’t see why Steve asking her out should be an issue, he’s handsome and the way he looks at her and the way she talks about him seems to be special, something you’ve never had in a person.

“Colette, I honestly do not see the problem in Steve trying to ask you out. You like him!” you bang your hands on the steering wheel in frustration, why can’t anything ever be easy?

“I like him in the sense that I want to fuck him, not go out with him. Besides, Gin isn’t going and Chrissy has a midterm Monday so she’s gonna have to dip early. Do you really wanna leave me in the middle of a pool of nerdy men?” she’s whining and pleading with you, it almost makes you fold. Almost.

“C’mon, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you” she bats her big eyes, and she’s right, she wouldn’t do that to you because she knows that men put you off, being surrounded by them even so.

“Alright, fine, and you don’t have to get me a costume. Sexy cat is the way to go” you grin at her as she gets out of the car blowing you a kiss.

“I love love love you, I’ll see you tomorrow” Colette runs inside after that.

You can’t say no to her.

And that’s why you find yourself in the midst of countless amounts of people, a third martini and a couple shots in and Colette is nowhere to be found.

Eddie, on the other hand, is at the bar. Tight, black, form fitting shirt, his face looking pale and pasty as a rivulet of what looked like fake blood dripped out of his mouth. You could only see it when he smiled, but he had glued fake fangs on his incisors- a vampire, how original.

You approach him at the bar, mind already loosened and buzzed, as he’s pouring a drink out.

“Was expecting something more original than a vampire from you” you scream over the music. A smile creeps on his lips, and you have to admit, the fangs are really doing it for you.

“I was expecting nothing less from you, though.Thought you weren’t coming?” he leans against the bar counter, his arms flexing from the exertion of shaking drinks for the past hour and a half. You stare, and he’s sure you are.

“Didn’t wanna come, Colette begged me to save her from Steve asking her out, so now I’m here” you take one last swig out of your martini glass “that’s really good, actually, can I have another one?”

Eddie shakes his head “Steve’s asking Colette out? When was this?”

You shrug “apparently it’s been going on for a while. Honestly, I don’t know how she does it, I would not be able to resist Steve’s cute little puppy eyes” and here it is. The drunken ramble.

“Honestly I don’t know how you all do it, I’d be ogling at Steve and not getting any work done, actually. Have you seen his arms?” you giggle, maybe at an attempt to make Eddie jealous, maybe because those were your actual thoughts.

Either way, that made Eddie’s stomach turn in a way that he wasn’t liking. How you were staring at Steve, in his Marty McFly costume, the tight pants and the coiffed hair- biting your lip like you weren’t talking about his best friend.

He chalked it up to drunkenness, the intoxication vivid on your blushy cheeks, as jealousy bubbled in the back of his mind, a small version of himself in his head wishing you’d talk about him like that.

“Yeah, I’m not making you any more martinis” he says, a dry chuckle escaping him.

“Boo, first you don’t make me cum and then you take the martinis away from me? You’re an absolute bore, Eddie Munson” and you fake yawn with that, a silly laugh follows it.

“Sweetheart, you might not want to talk about that in a room full of people” he leans against the counter, and his fangs are looking really good in the glistening purple party lights.

“Are you suggesting we go somewhere private to talk about it?” you wiggle your eyebrows, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll.

Taking care of your drunk self for the rest of the night is the last thing he wants to do.

“No, I’m suggesting you go home. You’re drunk” he yells, shaking another drink and pouring it into a cup.

“I’m actually fine, thank you. I’m gonna go talk to Steve” pettily you stand up, turning away from him and booking it towards Steve, who is trying to talk to Colette.

You don’t make it far, though as you go back to the bar wobbling, stomach churning with bile threatening to leave your mouth.

“Eddie, I don’t feel so good” and he damns himself for how fast he comes around the bar to drag you to the employee bathroom.

You’re kneeled on the black tile, dress hiking up your thighs as Eddie holds your hair as you fight for your life bent over the toilet.

Eddie’s hand is running up and down your spine, the thin shirt making you feel every ridge and callus, as he feels your back flex and relax with every retch.

“It’s okay, let it out” he says, every time you tense up. You’re sobbing in between.

Cries of “I’m sorry, Eddie” and “It’s okay, I got it, you can go” echo in the tiled room, but he stays. His hand firmly planted on your back, caressing, a stoic expression on his face when you emerge, finally done and a bit more clear- headed.

“You good to stand up?” he asks, you nod meekly as he hooks his arms around yours, holding you up to walk to the sink. He opens the cabinet and takes out a little bottle of mouthwash, still holding an arm around you to help you stand.

“Wash your mouth, then take some of this” you watch him bewildered as he opens the faucet, and you lean over the sink, the fresh water is a relief against the acidity your taste buds have had to endure, not caring that it would wipe some of your makeup off.

“‘M sorry, Eddie” you mumble in a whine, between gurgling the tap water and spitting it out.

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home after this” he says, as he turns off the faucet and feeds you the blue liquid, watching you rinse and gargle it, spitting it out.

“I’m okay now” you sigh, defeat in your voice as you escape from his grasp to sit down on the tiled floor.

Concern tinges his face as he runs to sit next to you “Do you have to throw up again?” you shake your head.

He looks at you, eyes glossy and a bit teary, your nose and cheeks reddened from the alcohol, or from the exertion of throwing up, your lips swollen. God, he really wants to kiss you.

“Thank you, Eddie” it’s a whisper, ashamed as you look at him. Fangs and all, with the bright white fluorescents hitting him, hair mussed up and sweaty and a look in his eyes that makes you soften a bit.

“Yeah, it’s- uh- no problem” he mumbles, he sees you shiver. He wants to put an arm around you, give you his jacket that he left in his office, but he wouldn’t dare leave you for fear of you leaving him and not coming back.

So you just hold yourself flush against him, he’s still warm from the crowded room of bodies and smells like a smoky cologne, leathery with a hint of coffee. The fluorescent lights buzz and it’s the only sound in the bathroom and he tries to fight the urge to not put an arm around you, but when he does, you look at him. Big brown eyes staring into yours, bewildered and a little relieved, you haven’t run away yet.

The makeup around your eyes is a bit smudged from the sobbing, stray glitter under your bottom eyelashes, he silently puts his thumb on it, getting black make-up and glitter all over his finger as his hand rests on your cheek. You blink.

The breath in his chest is trapped, waiting with bated breath for you to come to your senses, leave him angry on the bathroom floor, like you did a few days before.

Instead you stay, as you move in and kiss him.

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forlovvers · 8 months

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ get a guitar!

pair: heeseung x f!reader | genre: uni!au, strangers2???, meet cute | warning(s): profanity | wc: 800 | synopsis: in which heeseung is absolutely floored by you and decides a little white lie won’t hurt to gain your attention.

lynne’s notez🗒️: first heeseung post did anyone cheer

heeseung sat on the bustling train, jay’s guitar case nestled between his legs to keep it from sliding everywhere. jay is the only person he’d know to forget his guitar on the big day of his music presentation. he fondles with the worn out handles, absentmindedly tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing through his airpods.

another person squeezes next to him on the train seat and heeseung really wishes he would’ve just ubered. that thought is instantly wiped from his memory when someone taps him on the shoulder and he turns to see you. the wind is knocked out of his lungs and heeseung swears the angels start singing when you make eye contact.

you’re so pretty heeseung feels the need to reach out to touch you to make sure he’s not dreaming, although you certainly are dreamy. but he does not do that, instead, heeseung plucks his airpods out and gives you his full attention.

“do you play?” you ask, gesturing to jay’s guitar case. there’s something about you that makes heeseung become at a loss for words, so he nods without a second thought— even though he can’t play for shit.

“cool, i’m headed to my music comp class right now.” you grin, showing him your guitar case. it’s denim and theres a sanrio character keychain that hangs from the zipper. heeseung can’t remember which one it is, but he only thinks about how it slightly resembles his friend, jake.

“do you have a favorite guitar?” you ask. once you notice the confusion across his face, you clarify. “like acoustic or electric?”

“oh yeah, i mostly play acoustic.” he manages to get out. “what about you? what do you prefer?” he asks, unconsciously leaning in towards you to hear you better. the busy train was not getting in the way of his chances with you. he’s close enough to smell your perfume and count the freckles on your face, but he stops himself. he’s nearly planning your wedding and yet he doesn’t even know your name.

“i play acoustic too,” you say, liking that you two already have something in common. you look up and realize that you’re one stop away from your class, a small puddle of disappointment filling your gut. you couldn’t even talk to the cute boy on the bus in peace.

you clear your throat, “my stop’s coming up.”

“oh.” it seems like cute bus boy is also disappointed because his lips flip into a tight frown before he tries to cover it up with a light smile. “let me walk you to your class,” he quickly offers.

“are you sure? do you have somewhere you need to be?” you ask hesitantly, not wanting to get in the way. the boy shakes his head, brushing off any of your concern. once you’re sure, you agree and let him walk you to your class.

campus is much more beautiful than usual today. you aren’t sure if it’s the nice, sunny weather or the cute boy walking next to you to one of your favorite classes. either way it looks like your awful week is looking up.

the walk to class is filled with silly questions and short conversations about each other but you don’t necessarily mind. you reach your class and stop slowly in front of it. “so i guess this is where we part ways?” you say, watching as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“oh yn, thank god you’re here!” jay comes from out of the class, interrupting your moment with the cute bus boy. jay smiles at the bus boy and quickly grabs the guitar case from him and thanks him. he then turns to you, “do you wanna practice before we go up?”

“wait a second,” you look back and forth between the two. “that’s your guitar?”

“yeah why?” jay grabs the other end of the case and shows you the name tag where he’s messily written his full name.

“okay, you can head in. i’ll be there in a sec.” you tell him and although theres many questions turning in jay’s head, he shrugs it off and goes in anyway, shooting heeseung another “thanks bro.”

“so, you don’t play the guitar?”

“i guess i just wanted to impress you.” he admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his nape. he can’t seem to look you in the eyes. you aren’t sure if its because he’s embarrassed or shy, either way he’s still cute unfortunately.

“you can make it up to me by taking me out for dinner tonight,” you decide finally and the biggest grin breaks out across heeseung’s face.

“i’ll learn a song on the guitar and serenade you too,” he suggests, grinning ear to ear. long story short, heeseung very much serenaded you that night.

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imaginingbleach · 4 months

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Happy Birthday to Sosuke Aizen~!

Takes place during his captain years. No gender specified; not specifically stated that reader is a soul reaper or not; Sosuke is reader's husband; not proof read forgive me

His marriage to you was more for convenience sake, helping fluff up his reputation as a soft and caring captain, but... Sometimes it seemed like more.

It was a rare occasion where you had awoken before your husband, Sosuke Aizen current captain of Squad 5. He was always so busy with his work that he didn't often have time to sleep in or relax much... So you were surprised to see him still deep asleep when you awoke.

This was great, though! You and always wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed and now you had the opportunity to do so! A silent giggle buzzed in the back of your throat, sneaking away from your shared room and into the kitchen. You knew better than to make anything too complicated-- he wasn't particularly a heavy sleeper and that meant he would be awake before you could finish an elaborate meal...

You proceeded to work as quickly and quietly as you could manage, enjoying the smells that came from the cooked food.

In your room, Sosuke had finally awoken and was sitting up in bed. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still closed, clearly a sign that he was definitely not ready to be dealing with anyone yet. Despite what sleep he got, he felt as if he had gotten none of it. It was no different than laying down to sleep and immediately sitting up. A small quiet groan escaped him, using his fingers to tame the bed head even a little bit.

It was about that time he noticed that you weren't in bed currently, causing him to raise his brow slightly. It showed how bad his sleep had been since he hadn't even stirred when you apparently woke up and left. Your side of the bed was cold from your absence and that's how he knew you had been gone for quite a bit. He sighed and reached for his glasses, getting up and looking for you. That was the normal thing for a spouse to do, right?

That was when he found you putting the finishing touches on breakfast you had tried to surprise him with. He blinked slowly, surprised to find you working so hard on something so simple. It wasn't the fact you were cooking for him, in fact you did that quite often, it more the fact you went so far out of your way to do something for him. To him, it felt pointless to work so hard on something that would be gone within minutes... But that was because he was always looking at things practically or in the sense of how it could further his future plans.

"Good morning," he would call out with your name, giving his usual smile. "I hope you weren't waiting long for me." He knew you had just finished... Still, he had appearances to keep up. He hadn't seen the point or need to use his Kyoka Suigetsu on you, so he just took extra precautions when playing the loving husband.

"Eek! Oh! Sosuke, you scared me!" You whined softly and turned towards him, smiling awkwardly. "I was going to bring it to you... I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed for your birthday!"

Blink.

"Oh, it's my birthday, isn't it?" He had genuinely forgotten with all the work and secret planning he had to do.

"Yes! Silly! Well, I guess I can't surprise you with breakfast, but I'm sure my present will surprise you!"

"You didn't need to do that..." He would smile softly at you, gently petting your hair down. He proceeded to help you take the food to the table, sitting down and eating with you. At least now he understood why people were acting a bit strange around him in the last week or so. They were likely talking about what they should get him as a birthday present...

He had been so in thought about how he would have to proceed with interactions for the rest of the day that he hadn't noticed you put a small box in front of him. "What is this?" he would ask when he finally noticed it.

"It's your birthday present! I know it's not exactly the biggest or the most extravagant, but... I hope you like it." You smiled sweetly, excited for him to open it.

"I don't know how many times I've told you that you don't need to get me presents, but I appreciate it," he would explain with a small smile. He would carefully peel off the wrapping paper and open the small box to find a necklace inside. It was a simple silver chain with two charms hanging from it; the two being astrological signs. He blinked quietly for a moment, looking up at you.

"There are two?" He held the necklace up, showing off the fact it had the two charms on it.

"Yes!" You chirped out happily, smiling softly. "One... Is for your sign and the other is mine," you explained, looking away with slight embarrassment.

It was genuinely a very sweet gesture. He glanced at it more carefully for a bit longer, unsure what to call the emotion that had stirred inside of him. Instead of dwelling on it, he merely thanked you and put the necklace on quietly. Your eyes practically sparkled when he put it on, happy that he enjoyed your gift.

Your reaction solidified to him that he had made the right choice as your loving husband.

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Unknown to you, no one had ever gotten to see the necklace you had worked so hard to pick out for him. He had made the conscious decision to hide that from his peers who had been under the effects of Kyoka Suigetsu.

One regret he had come to realize he had... was leaving you behind. He knew you would disagree with his plans, so he had no choice... And, at the time, he believed he was only with you for the fake image he had created for himself...

Yet, there he sat, in his throne in Las Noches, looking at the necklace you had gotten for him so long ago. His own little private treasure he refused to share with the world. Between the two zodiac symbols was now his wedding ring, showing the life he took for granted when he had it.

Perhaps should your fates align in the right way once more, he would tell you exactly how much you meant to him. Perhaps.

#bleach #bleach imagines #bleach imagine #bleach anime #bleach headcanon #bleach headcanons #bleach headcannon #bleach headcannons #aizen x reader #bleach aizen #aizen sousuke #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke #bleach x reader #reader fanfic #reader bleach #bleach reader #my writing

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hit by luck

pairing: f!reader × chanyoung, sungchan ⁝ tags: rain. tokyo. & love at first sight / fluff. gets lil angsty. wc. 3.1k

note: this has been in my drafts ever since those two pictures dropped, & basically, this whole thing is just an extension of what sorta of mood they inspired. ik it’s kind of late but i love the atmosphere, so im posting it anyway.

All this waiting ─── Holding out for the storm to pass. Stuck in traffic and waiting. Waiting for the bus at a crowded bus stop.

Since the idiotic weather app on your phone was unable to foresee such a severe downpour, you are without an umbrella. You find yourself standing like a cat caught in the rain after spending a perfect sunny afternoon exploring Tokyo’s streets.

Neither the metro nor the two buses that have come & gone are going in your direction. More room and privacy for yourself as the majority of passengers board the buses and lessen the crowded, small, glassed station—for which you are grateful. After trying your luck twice, you are stuck waiting for the third bus.

The peculiar scent of rain on asphalt fills your nostrils as you accept your bad luck & attempt to take solace in the rain, the foggy lights of the passing traffic & the bright neon signs that give the city its unique flavor. There are a variety of sounds in the street, ranging from soft and loud to melodic and even disorienting.

You seem like such a loser out in the rain. The end effect of running so fast and not caring where you step is clumps of hair and muddy shoes, followed by ten minutes of waiting. You are glad you didn’t wear too much makeup for today’s walk because you’d have looked like a total wreck. Smugly, you try to adjust your mascara and eyeshadow in your little mirror and pretend it’s fine.

And so, you concentrate on the raindrops as they land in a specific dip in the pavement, creating tiny air bubbles that rise to the surface like bubbles in a champagne glass. This little world seems to be what fascinates you about Tokyo at the moment, despite its vast size.

That is when the two giants casually stroll into the safe haven you have found in all the fast life.

The two towering frames jostle one another in this terrifying performance that the sky is putting on, laughing at something so ridiculous that you have to wonder how they can do it. The evening sky is practically ripping at its seams, but they do not seem to notice.

Their laughter is contagious as they battle for space under a transparent umbrella that the taller one is holding. Their bodies are too broad for the protective gear, and they seem to lose simultaneously because most of their opposing shoulders and arms are soaked. For the tiny spaciousness they seek but don’t find, the pair comes across as endearing and humorous. You realize there is beauty in the fact that neither of them seems to mind. They remain upbeat and truly unaffected, which is inspiring.

That they are close friends is highly likely. They are even dressed alike. One is wearing green cargo pants and the other over-dye jeans, both with black upper apparel.

They could be mistaken for twins due to their dangerous synchronicity. Not like born together. Not fused like the two sides of an oyster encasing a precious pearl. However, exactly opposites, much like the two sides of a mirror. Equally stunning, and in their case, the pearl is their friendship.

The sounds of the city fade, and you feel every nook and cranny in your body thudding as you witness them make the spontaneous decision to wait for a bus.

The ‘polar twins’ resemblance they give off is unfair.

While the cargo boy’s carefree demeanor gives hours of silly photos and odd Tik Toks, funny videos, and Twitter drama, the headphones hanging around his neck pay close and serious attention to music, which you thoroughly appreciate. This particular aspect of him almost instantly makes you fall in love.

But the taller boy doesn’t fall behind either;

he closes the umbrella as soon as he enters the glassed area. His hand clasped around his brown cashmere cardigan radiates warmth and comfort, and his strikingly bare collarbones radiate needs and dreams. His contradictory aura clouds your judgment and prevents you from making further assumptions about his interests in basketball, games, and literature.

The tip of the umberlla accidentally bumps into your arm when he closes it, revealing his slight clumsiness.

His regret is evident in his eyebrows even before he says, “Sorry.” His eyes widen with it. Lovely and compassionate, with a hint of mocha. Like there is freshly brewed coffee swirling around inside his crystals.

Sparks shimmer up your arms as you watch and listen to his apology and say that it’s nothing.

The music boy’s position is to your left, as the ‘clumsy’ guy shifts to your right, which he does not realize until he apologizes.

With obvious happiness, the music boy inserts himself and begins to tease him. “He acts that way all the time, so don’t worry. If his good looks don’t work to get him noticed, he will try playing on his clumsiness.”

You can be sure that the ‘clumsy’ guy is pouting and sulking over the nonsense that was just said, even though your eyes are finally turning to the person who is seeking them.

There is an eternal smile on the face of the goofier of the two. One of those smiles that can break through the clouds and stop the rain. A ray of light, really. He breaks through the barriers of your heart with his quiet voice too. The fact that he can capture your heart with such ease and beauty is just a crime.

They may have looked the same in one frame, but now that they are essentially standing on either side of you, they are starting to show more of their charm. It gets harder to be between two extremely attractive giants as their individuality starts to emerge.

You have a sneaking suspicion that the boy you are looking at is the younger one.

And while the bright colors of the city match his mischievousness, his confidence has a short fuse. This becomes apparent when he stops coming up with new jokes for his friend and stays staring at you for longer than fifty seconds.

Before you know what the two of you are doing, his smile spreads across your face like sunlight does on tulips in the early spring. It’s an inadvertent eye lock until he realizes it’s too much. It really melts your heart to discover that he is a shyer one, and you end up melting right into the rain puddle that is at your feet.

You then take up your previous posture, facing forward. For a brief while, they distracted you from the fact that you were waiting for a bus to the hotel. As you take a big swallow, there is an odd quietness among the three of you.

You cannot help but wish that some of them would speak up and say something. Why you want this to go on is beyond you, but you want it to. Their bodies radiate a warmth that suffocates you while simultaneously providing warmth against the chilly autumn breeze. This brings you back to the point where you’re mentally cursing your app for tricking you because you were totally unprepared for today’s outing.

‘Soft eyes’, as in literally, hands you the sweather he was holding as soon as he notices that you’re shivering.

It pains you to try to turn down his offer, but you do.

Still, he refuses to accept it. “You can give it back as soon as one of our buses arrives. Keep it till then.” Ignoring your protests, he carefully places the soft wool in your hands. You have no choice but to comply with his insistence. “Besides, I don’t need it.”

You raise your gaze to him and once more meet his eyes—this time with a smile added.

You remember that when he bumped into you, he was trying to hide a smile so that he could apologize more sincerely, which means you haven’t been a witness to his smile just yet.

However, his smile has the same profound effect on you as the guy on the other side. You are sure the sun is in his heart too, just as much as it’s in his eyes. His kindness is his beauty. Very soft; almost as soft as a ball of cashmere, or similar to his cardigan’s overly long sleeves as you play with them.

Given their earlier recklessness, you would never have trusted two random boys to be this kind. So gracious as to lay you two of their favorite accessories in your possession.

One is keeping you warm, and the other, after being prodded to share the song he has been working on, is putting his headphones on you and letting his joy seep through your ears to your bones.

Feeling a little more shy, his breath hits your face, tense and warm as he’s inside. He is pulsing with understanding so as not to invade your personal space while practically failing. As if you couldn’t have done it yourself, he decides to put his headphones on you abruptly. A current is all that is moving him, and not a single conscious brain cell is applying any kind of brake.

The color hits his cheeks when your gaze meets halfway again. He’s being cheeky, though, when he asks, “Are you ready?” while towering over you.

He presses play on the song he composed after you nod with equal enthusiasm.

With the ‘soft guy’ on the right, you’re a little more confident, but when it comes to the ‘shy boy’ in front, you are a complete mess. The prospect that he’s equally as wreaked as you are is the primary cause of your emotions. They are deeply affecting you both, and even though you would prefer to hide in the next bush, you are pursuing each other naively and playfully.

Your smiles are getting bigger as you gaze at one another, but his is weaker, more fragile, as in ‘until the piece I composed gets your pass, I am afraid.’

You close your eyes because you don’t have enough in you to match that.

The outside world ceases to matter as the ambient composition intensifies and begins to resolve inside you.

You explode at the slightest touch from a ‘soft boy’ who leans in close and tries to listen through your headphones.

Since he also expressed dissatisfaction over never having heard the music, you try to be understanding and let him into your space too. He was unable to listen to it earlier due to the ‘it is not completed’ statements. This was his chance. And so, you acknowledge that this evening, everything came together to allow the two of you to feel the excitement of being the first to hear something so exquisite.

The storm itself, you can swear, ceased.

Though the sound of life is muffled by the composition in your eardrums, you can somewhat hear three heartbeats pounding in time with the music. It feels as though nothing matters and yet everything has led up to this.

‘Music boy’ watches your reactions as both of you remain silent, neither of you speaking to disturb the bliss.

This rescue is slow-moving and pleasant compared to Tokyo’s fast life. You find a brief moment of inner tranquility after so much running, fury at the weather, and anger towards the electronic device in your back pocket.

Entirely, you lose yourself in the song, and the way your lashes curl to soften the likely pictures that appear beneath your lids is proof of this. It seems that even in Tokyo, things can come to a stop.

Like a drop of rain in the countryside, your smile is sincere and pure. That is what he has composed, and that is what this is. He has awakened that within you.

Clarity and translucence—opposing to the densely scented city air, which is heavy with the smell of burned street meat and motor oil.

As distinct as the boys standing next to you, everything has a raw beauty.

When you turn to face the taller one, you find that your noses are almost in contact because of how close the headphones have brought his face to yours.

His most beautiful features are dripping with admiration as he gives you the thumbs up. Although you find the signal confusing, you nod because you think it is abrupt and cute.

Upon turning to face the musical prodigy as you currently perceive him—you having no prior knowledge of him—he grins more than ever.

With great anticipation, he asks, “And!?”

“I wish I had a better word to describe it, but it is rather majestic. The melody is lovely and seems to pour love and tranquility indefinitely. It made me feel better. Basically, thank you, is all I have to say.”

“It truly did the same for me,” remarks the tall guy, nodding. “You know, he never lets us listen to his music,” he adds, moving in closer to give the younger person a sweet shoulder shake. “This guy!!”

They both laugh it off, just like they did when they walked in beside you. They are unaware that, with those smiles, they have taken everything from you. However, as soon as you peek at the bus in the distance, read aloud your hotel’s street address, and confirm that it is your route, their smiles become lifeless and hollow almost instantly. In the same instant, the hope that they both brought about vanishes. There is a bittersweet sensation.

Even though you all know the end is near, it seems like no one anticipated it.

All of it comes crashing down: the rain, the hope, the magic, and all three of your desperate sets of eyes that cannot stop staring into each other’s faces. Each microsecond, millisecond, and second matters. Everything was brief at first, then prolonged, and finally just brief again.

“It’s time to return this,” you utter as you remove the cardigan.

Given how chilly the owner’s hands are once you skin-brush them, the wool should feel even warmer in his hands after you return it.

“You must have frozen because of me,” you point out, brows knitted in concern. “I am so sor—”

“No, I am fine, don’t apologize,” he cuts in, unlocking the umbrella as he comes to his senses and accepts the arrival of reality. To protect you from the rain until you board the bus, he says, “Here,” giving you room to move under the umbrella.

Initially, you pout, believing that rejecting him would be best, but eventually, you stop yourself and follow his instructions exactly. It’s time to savor every moment, even if it’s just spending a little time together under an umbrella, before you part ways with them and never see them again.

You remove your headphones and give them back to the cutest prodigy you have ever met. “You should start having more faith in the things you create. That was really beautiful.”

“Thank you!!” The umbrella boy exclaims in his name. “Someone at last to make him begin to realize.”

The younger boy defends himself, smiling, “Shut up.” And, even though he’s well aware that the umbrella was never meant to fit both of them, much less three people, he’s still attempting to squeeze himself under it.

You guys are all biting smiles; there is such innocence and purity to the compressed situation all of you are in. This feeling is far more intense than what you experienced as a teenager witnessing your crash in the hallways. Greater than the scorching feeling you experienced on your first kiss. Which, on the other hand, makes this even more heartbreaking than the first time your heart broke. There is something odd about it all, and it has been a long day at that.

You stay sandwiched between their bodies, which rise on both sides of you as sturdy as a brick wall. You regretfully realize that you cannot be imprisoned between them forever, even though for a brief moment you wish you could.

You can sense the peculiar chemistry has subdued the storm, and it even appears to be stopping the rain. And as it draws near the bus stop, the bus finally lets out its sharp, piercing ‘pissss’ sound. You’re thinking somewhere in the back of your mind about how this sound is going to become your least favorite sound. The noise that will always bother you the most because it’s ruining something so beautiful.

When you look into their faces, all you see is gold dust smeared in their eyes. “I’m glad our paths crossed,” you eventually admit.

They return with the same admiration, though with a sorrowful smile.

They wait until after you get on the bus. They wait for you to get comfortable, knowing that you will take their side and catch your farewell look out the window.

That is precisely what you do; you approach the first seat with that same thought in mind. Rain cascades down the glass, and the windows are a little foggy and difficult to see through due to the warmth inside.

Inside and around your heart, there is a heavy, funny feeling. You make an effort to clear the fog from the window but the moment feels so so hopeless as the bus starts to move. In actuality, all you’re doing is wiping the mist as you attempt to wave goodbye and get a good look at them for the last time. Still, it’s too late.

All that is left to do is gaze for a brief while at the vanishing landscape, registering absolutely nothing.

Finally, you tilt your head back and sigh at the biggest sigh ever. There is a distant echo of a Japanese woman’s voice coming from the bus radio. When you turn on your phone, the first thing you see is your camera folder.

It’s inexplicable why you thought it was necessary to take a picture of them with your phone while simultaneously taking one with theirs. You are left puzzled, staring at the most recent two pictures in your folder.

‘Love is a captured moment,’ you used to say. You get the impression that life is making fun of you.

It becomes really annoying to swipe between the two photos. Their boyfriend vibe is unmatched. Imagination takes over. It seems as though you have never desired anything more.

You carefully touch the screen to enlarge the images, capturing their faces with your fingertips. The attractive strangers in the photos are names you will never know.

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Talk To You, pt. 2

Megumi Fushiguro x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

pt. 2 / ?

warning(s): mentions of puke, mentions of taxidermy - so if any of that really icks you out tread lightly :)

a/n: it’s been a while, but if anyone recalls pt. 1 of this, it’s just a continuation 🥰 (feel free to read hehe) but it’s not necessarily required! Could be read as a stand alone :)) just a silly and nervous first date 🤍🤍 reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! I hope you enjoy :3 also, I am very behind on JJK, please do not spoil anything in the tags because I do see them! So if this is “canon divergent”, that’s why LMAO

pt. 1

He’s going to puke. He’s absolutely, 100%, sure of it.

He’s so sweaty that he’s certain he must stink, he hates his outfit, and why is his hair so frizzy? He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Kugisaki and let her “do him up”.

The bus seat vibrates beneath him and emits one of the most brain piercing rattles he thinks he’s ever heard as he impatiently waits for his stop.

Oh god, they aren’t gonna think I’m a loser for taking the bus, are they?

Sighing and picking at the cuticle along his thumb nail, he does his best to focus on keeping track of the colors of the cars passing by. What good would dwelling on your perception of him do when it’s only making him continue to profusely sweat anyways?

It’s been a week since he got your number. Well, since Yuuji got your number for him, sort of.

And over the course of that week, Megumi’s convinced himself he’s done nothing besides behave like a fool.

He’s spelt your name wrong, twice, and then wondered why he even felt the need to address you by name in text. He sent you a list of options for dates, listing location and expected cost, as well as sending them in order of “most to least active”. And then, when you surprisingly agreed and made a choice, he sent you a calendar invite.

Nothing about this even seemed remotely out of the ordinary to him until Kugisaki asked how you both ended up deciding on going through a “local, close up walkthrough” of a taxidermist’s home.

“Huh?” Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open after she spoke, eager, and a little scared, to hear Megumi’s response.

“Well, out of our options, it was the most cost effective and productive choice. Lots of conversation starters. They seemed pretty interested.”

Doubt and embarrassment began to knot his stomach at the lack of response from Kugisaki.

“What? They picked it. So clearly they wanted to go to this thing.”

Still no response.

“Right?”

Crickets.

“Kugisaki.”

Pressing her mouth into a thin line, she stops her relentless fidgeting over Megumi’s hair and clothes and crosses her arms over her chest instead.

“Fushiguro,”, she spoke slowly and softly, “couple questions. One, did you offer this idea? Two, if so, what were the other options?”

Something about the way she spoke only increased his anxiety.

Oh, he messed up.

Unfortunately, after explaining himself, there wasn’t any time left to get some sort of reassurance from her that he hadn’t completely fucked this all up.

And god, why did he have to approach this so… professionally?

He stopped himself from letting out a groan before the brakes squealed at an alarming volume as the bus came to a stop.

Muttering out a nearly silent thanks to the driver, he takes a step out onto the darkened sidewalk. It must have rained earlier.

It takes him about 20 minutes to locate and walk to the house, his shoes covered in a shine from the dew still fresh on the grass.

As he waits, part of him is wishing you just don’t show up. This has just all played out in the worst way, and he’d rather take the embarrassment of being stood up than being around you for an hour, possibly multiple, while you pretend he isn’t a freak and that you aren’t showing up out of anything but pity.

His stomach churns at the sound of a car door shutting, and he’s back to that god forbidden feeling like he’s going to hurl, when he hears a soft “Fushiguro?” being called out to him from his left.

A visibly strained smile is offered to you as Megumi turns to greet you.

God, you knew this sweater was too gaudy.

“How was the drive for yo-“

“Looks like it rain-“

Awkward laughs are exchanged at the sudden silence you both sit in after accidentally interrupting each other.

After, Megumi silently insists you continue to speak with a few hand gestures and nod of his head.

“Yeah, I was just gonna ask how the drive was for you! It rained pretty hard where I was coming from, and I swear my wipers were ready to fly off.”

Damnit.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t drive.” He turned his body to face the front of the house, hoping his embarrassment was less visible from the side of his face.

“Oh nice idea, I hate driving in the rain. I totally should’ve considered that.” Turning to face the house yourself, you wait for him to take the first steps before walking forward.

A mixture of relief and bashfulness wash over him at your simple response and unexpected, but welcoming, flattery.

Nice idea.

Fighting back the small smile and pride swelling in his chest, he begins to walk forward, doing his best to strike conversation as you make your way to the front door despite the nagging stomach ache he’s gotten.

He’s never been so nervous before.

Kugisaki has no idea what she was talking about, this is going to be simply lovely.

—

The vomit covering the top of your shoes as you rub the spot between Megumi’s shoulder blades is staring at him. And if it could laugh and point it’d probably be doing that, too.

“You okay?” You speak so soft he almost doesn’t hear you ask.

No, he’s not okay.

He just blew chunks all over both of your shoes (and the eclectic man’s maroon carpet), vomited again at the smell, and then nearly tripped his way down the front steps as he continued to puke into the Taxidermist’s front lawn.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.”

Maybe it was a little more than just his nerves making him nauseous.

“Y’know, if I knew you were gonna get this freaked out over the ‘Pope Mouse’, I would’ve gone with the bird watching option instead.”

It takes him a minute to realize you’re joking. You’re actually joking with him and trying to salvage whatever this is.

Whether it was out of shock, sympathy at your mediocre attempt of a joke, or the image of that poor dead rat dressed up as the pope, he let out a low chuckle.

He kept his posture leaned over and his head down, waiting to make sure he truly was all done, when you realized your hand was still rubbing gentle circles into his upper back. Gingerly, you lifted your hand and placed it in your pocket, trying not to focus on the vomit on your shoes.

All things considered, you really were having a great time.

He’s strange, definitely a little shy, maybe even abrasive, not the best at conversation, has interesting ideas of fun, and literally threw up on your shoes, but he was such a sweetheart. It helped he was more than nice to look at sure, but his nervousness and slightly off-putting personality did nothing but attract you even more.

You’ve never been on a more eventful date, that’s for sure. And you’ve never met someone who clearly put so much thought into spending time with you, and his anxiety was more than obvious. Did he really like you that much?

Regardless, you thought he at least deserved another chance at a second date, one where you could actually get to know more about him other than the fact he might have a weak stomach.

“If you promise not to puke in my car, and help me clean off our shoes, we can try again. Probably somewhere we can sit and chat instead of stare at poorly done taxidermy.”

Unfortunately, before you could offer up any good ideas, he was back to busying himself with vomiting.

At least he’s really cute.

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 2 years

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When We Are Together - Matty Healy

Summary: In which Matty falls in love with you in stages his entire life. He knows everything is better when you're together but the two of you are oblivious to the fact you're in love with each other.

Warnings: Swearing. A small section of smut in flashback 2. Unfortunately it's not with Matty. It's with George because I am a whore. Mentions of The S*n. Mentions of Matty going to rehab, obviously we don't know all the personal details apart from the fact there was an intervention after the ilwys era ended and he went and now he's in recovery.

Author's Note: Self proclaimed 'Not a Matty girl' just wrote 12K lol this has legit taken so long cause I procrastinate but hope you like it! Really fucking long because I tend to let my mind wonder, I don't even know if this is any good but I'm trying to get better. I thought the concept was cute anyway. So enjoy! Let me know what you guys think and if you liked it x

Word Count: 12K

Your life had always been surrounded by the boys. So many moments in your life that their fans could only ever dream of knowing about or being involved in but you didn’t know any different, it was just your life. You had no choice in the matter when your brother and best friend in the entire world was the bassist in the band. That’s right; Ross MacDonald was your big brother and you seemed to be somewhat of a legend amongst their hardcore fanbase yourself for putting up with their antics for as long as you had! Not that you really had a choice when you were tied to them via blood but they had also hired you as their personal assistant so you could follow them around the world and so none of them had to part from you for too long.

You had personal relationships with all of the band, not just your brother who genuinely was the best big brother you could have ever asked for. He was your best friend and had been since the moment you were born. Sometimes it irritated the others how annoying the two of you were when you both got into silly moods, with all your inside jokes and side looks that nobody else understood. Especially Matty who always wanted in on the joke. But Ross was a ride or die kind of guy and you were the same. If it came down to it you would fight over who took the first bullet.

Adam Hann. Adam truly was an angel of man sent to earth to be your bestie and you don’t think you could love him anymore if you could. Someone you could geek out about The Office with on the tour bus and who brought you coffee when he could see you needed a pick me up. The most level headed of the boys, you know he’ll always be on your side. Someone who’s come to your rescue during many nights out both pre and post fame and took your hand, pretended to be your boyfriend with no questions asked and got you away from creeps more times than you would have liked. You couldn’t be more grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann.

George Daniel. Your ‘little’ Georgie had been in your form at school, so apart from your brother until you were much older and started hanging out with them more, you had spent the most time with him. So it’s fair to say that the pair of you were close. So close that you lived with him and Matty in your early twenties. Even a small indiscretion on his 23rd birthday much to your brother’s dismay didn’t change the course of your relationship. Now that you were both thirty two and you were still working for him, clearly the two of you didn’t care that you had seen each other naked. If anything your night together all those many moons ago had brought you closer together. You would trust him with your life.

Then there was Matty. Matty was something else. If you asked his fans, depending on if you were asking old or new fans. He was something else in two senses of the word. To you he was just Matthew. Your big brother’s best friend who was a bit of a weird kid, transitioned into a somewhat cool teenager who you had a bit of a crush on when you were seventeen, to the most annoying person you’ve ever laid eyes on. But also he was your best friend. An old married couple is what George labeled you both and he wasn’t wrong, the pair of you did have a bit of a domestic life together when he wasn’t busy being a rockstar.

I think the fans would be shocked to find out he likes doing the mundane things in life like doing the food shop with you and fighting at the tills that it was his turn to scan his club card. Or walking the dog, drinking a good cup of tea at his Mam’s house or cooking with you over a glass of wine with Donny Hathaway playing in the background on the record player.

He had done so much for you over the years and you always thought it was just Matty being Matty and looking out for you. Hiring you as the band’s assistant, so you could see the world with them so you weren’t stuck in a stuffy office job in England. Even though you had graduated from uni with a first class degree in photography. Moving you into his home when you broke up with your long term boyfriend in 2020 so you weren’t wallowing in self pity. It was probably then, that George cemented your “marriage status” because you did do everything together and apparently you had been oblivious your entire friendship until now.

It was in this moment in Belfast on the last night of the UK tour that your head swimming with all of the moments in your life that led you to here with Matty, tears brimmed with tears. That you realised that it was him the entire time.

April 2007

You pulled the front of the white tank top you were wearing down, allowing the frilly cups of your red bra to peek out the top. Your top tucked into a short black mini skirt, paired with a big chunky belt and hoop earrings and some wedged sandals on your feet. You actually felt good about yourself for once! You, Sarah and Rebecca ready to get drunk and dance your asses off with all of your friends as you celebrated Matty’s birthday.

Matty’s 18th birthday party was being held at his house. A classic Healy house party yet you still wondered how Denise and Tim were somehow trusting him enough for the night to not burn the house down so he could celebrate his birthday with his friends without parental supervision.

You of course had yet to turn eighteen, as had your brother who was only eleven months older than you. So you turned to your lord and saviour Adam Hann who went to the local off license and bought you a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the party.

When the three of you arrived; you immediately got swept away by your other school friends, giggling at the thought of getting drunk with all your friends and making out with boys your brother would definitely disapprove of was the motivation you needed to open your first drink of the evening.

It was after a few drinks, definitely too many shots of whatever George had proclaimed Matty’s Dad’s had left for the birthday boy. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol you had drunk that evening when you spotted Max. Tall, brunette, curly hair and a killer watt smile that made you weak at the knees, talking to George.

Silent motivation from Phoebe as she ruffled her hands through your hair and pushing your tits into a good position as Sarah dabbed on some more lip gloss before pushing you in the direction of the boys, slapping your ass with a quick “Go get him tiger!”

Shooting her a grin over your shoulder, you strutted on over to where George and Max stood clutching their beer bottles as they conversed about god knows what. Hoping to catch his attention, you threw on your best smile as you stopped in front of the two of them.

“Hello boys!” You beamed a the two of them, eyes lingering on Max a little longer. “Having a good night?” You asked, twiddling the straw around your drink as you waited for their answer.

“Even better now you’re here gorgeous!”

Your heart fluttered for a moment. Max was flirting back.

“Your tits are looking mega tonight babe!”

George broke your eye contact with the tall brunette as your eyes flitted towards him. The blush flushing across your cheeks at George’s compliment, “Ohhh thanks G!” You laughed awkwardly, catching his eyes fall to your tits once more just as Ross walked past the three of you.

“Dude! That’s my sister!” He punched him in the arm; a scowl on his face and immediately pulling you away with him and far away from the boys and into the crowd of people dancing in Denise and Tim’s living room.

“You’re no fun!” You huffed.

“You can do a lot better than Max sis. Believe me! I’m just looking out for you.”

He smiled softly at you and you sighed, knowing you couldn’t ever stay mad at him. He knew you better than anyone else and always looked out for you no matter what. “Thanks bro. I know. I’m just going to get some fresh air, it’s a bit stuffy in here.”

You sent him a smile, squeezing past him and all the other sweaty bodies to head out the sliding doors at the back of Matty’s kitchen. Letting out the breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding as the cool spring air brushed over your skin. Taking in the serenity of the night air, you didn’t realise anyone else was out there until you heard a cough causing you to snap your head towards the noise.

Matty was leaning up against the back wall, cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Alright birthday boy! What you doing out here by yourself?” You laughed lightly as you approached; leaning next to him as you took in the slightly solemn look on his face.

“Bit overwhelming in there. Thought I’d like the attention but there’s too many people. Half of them are just here to get drunk, they don’t care about me.” He laughed bitterly; blowing smoke into the air. “Anyway. What are you doing out here?”

“Just needed some air. It was a bit stuffy in there. Too many people.”

“Ahhh so we’re alike in our thinking.” Matty laughed. “Wish it was just you and the boys to be honest.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet.

“Hey. You know if you want we can have a do over. Come over to mine and Ross’ tomorrow. We’ll order pizza and watch True Romance. I’d hate for you to not look back fondly at your 18th.” You smiled softly as you spoke.

“You’re brilliant.” Matty’s eyes bright as he looked at you. “I’d really like that. Thanks sweetheart.” Matty shot you a genuine smile for the first time since you stepped outside.

A brief moment of silence settled across the two of you before Matty spoke again.

“You look incredible tonight.”

“Ohhh.” You looked down at your feet, unsure of how to take the compliment.

“Hey.” Matty lifted your chin up. “What’s all that about? You’re the most beautiful girl in the room.” He said earnestly; swiping at the apples of your cheeks and holding your jaw in his hands.

“Just didn’t think anyone could look past the fact I’m Ross’ sister. Nobody ever calls me beautiful.”

“Not even Josh? Didn’t you date him for nearly a year?” Matty asked as you shook your head.

“Then he’s an idiot. You’re always the most beautiful girl in the room darling.”

“Matty.”

It came out a whisper as you both stared into each other’s brown eyes. Matty’s eyes dancing across your features, settling on your lips before looking back up and catching your gaze already on him. Matty leaned in, his face getting closer to your own as your mind started racing.

Did you want to kiss Matty? Kinda, yeah!

Should you kiss Matty? No, definitely not. Ross would kill the both of you.

Did you kiss Matty? Yes.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered, lips mere inches away from his own.

“But a birthday kiss is all I want this year.”

His words came out of a whisper, you didn’t say anything else just pushed your lips against his and allowed him to pull you closer as his mouth moved against the softness of your glossed lips. His hands moving from your face, dancing down the sides of your body and landing on your waist before he reluctantly pulled away, forehead resting against your own.

“You’re good at that.” He pecked your lips once more.

“Mmmm.” You hummed; opening your eyes as Matty held you close. You quickly opened your mouth to say something and promptly shut it again when you caught the way Matty looked at you. “Fuck it!” You mumbled and slammed your lips back against his own.

The birthday boy now pushing you up against the wall, hands impossibly tight on your waist as he pulled you as physically close as possible. Your hands uprooting themselves in the hair at the back of his neck and tugging as you snogged him like your life depended on it. Like you weren’t pushed against the back of his kitchen wall in his garden, where any of your school friends could come out and catch you. Or worse; your brother but you didn’t care because the way Matty was kissing you made your whole body tingle.

Tugging his hair again as his tongue moved against your own. Matty groaned loudly; finally pulling away. “Fuck settle down! You know I can’t be found with you and if you keep doing that, someone is going hear us.” He groaned as he continued to pepper kisses up the side of your jaw.

“Hmmm, don’t feel like being murdered by my brother right now.” You sighed; leaning back against the wall to take him in. Lips swollen and eyes bright as he watched you.

“I don’t want to be murdered by your brother either. Worst birthday ever!” He chuckled; hands dancing across your waist. “But that was my favourite birthday gift! Thanks sweetheart!” Matty grinned; watching you push yourself off the wall and smooth yourself down before heading back towards the house.

You paused for a moment; your foot on the last step, your hand lingering on the handle to the back door for a millisecond as you looked over your shoulder one last time at Matty who was just watching you. You sent him a soft smile, your hair falling in front of your face as you laughed before leaving him the dark as you rejoined the party.

A kiss with Matty who was your big brother’s (and your) annoying friend, someone you had an innocent schoolgirl crush on once he started becoming a tiny bit cool as the lead singer in their band. Something you didn’t think was an overly big deal, after all people kiss people they shouldn’t when they’re drunk all the time. Turns out it was the starting point of the trajectory of how your’s and Matty’s story begun.

March 2013

In the midst of releasing a series of EPs and gigging around the country and building up their hardcore fanbase. You had managed to get the boys all to just relax for a moment and celebrate the release of their Music for Cars EP and the fact that it was George’s 23rd birthday this weekend. And how did you celebrate? The only way you lot knew how, a dirty ole’ house party just like the good old days.

You had managed to squeeze God knows how many people in little flat you shared with George and Matty. As far as flatmate’s go, they weren’t all that bad. You had moved in with them straight after university so you had definitely had worse.

You had just downed what you believe was your fifth vodka shot of the evening and decided you needed to pace yourself a bit more if you weren’t going to stumble into your room and pass out any time soon. So upon spotting Ross, you wondered over to your brother who was sat talking to Hann; wiggling your way in between the two of them with a giggle. Ross automatically lifting his arm for you to slip under as you nursed the rest of your wine at a slower pace until your glass was empty.

After your head stopped spinning a sufficient amount, you found yourself milling about the flat and smuggling yourself into Matty’s embrace as he poured you another glass.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?”

“Mmm. Have you see the birthday boy?” You felt Matty’s lips pressed to the top of your head as you asked.

“You leaving me already?” He chuckled. “Think he popped out the back for a cig.”

He motioned towards the back door. You immediately unravelled yourself from him, a kiss smacked against his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. Not that you noticed in your flurry but Matty did. The longing for the feeling of the two of you had shared in his back garden prickling at his chest as his eyes locked onto your retreating figure as you rushed through the throng of remaining people in the kitchen and exiting the flat.

Matty was right. You found George smoking out the back in your little tiny back garden under the dying glimmer of your shit security light that was attached to your back wall. Turning in your direction at the sound of the back door shutting, George automatically opened his arms for you to slot into his side, arm hung loosely over your shoulder as he let out the smoke he had just inhaled. Wordlessly placing the cig in your mouth to let you take a drag yourself, you passed it back and forth between the two of you in silence.

Stubbing the end into the brick, George dropped it into the bucket of dirty filters before breaking the silence. “God what time is it?” He asked as you watched him push the balls of his hand into his eyes.

“Nearly 2am! Why you need to go to bed Grandad?!”

“Fucking maybe?! How many people are left?” The now blonde motioned towards the house.

“Only a few. Heard Sally talk about some of them heading into town on the way out and Luke and Helen have to be up early so they left nearly a hour ago. Just the band and about three other now. You ready to head in birthday boy?” You asked; holding out your hand for him to take with a smirk.

With a silent nod George didn’t hesitate to grab onto your hand as you tried not to trip over the many plant pots that were littered across your garden path. “You given me my birthday present yet? I can’t remember?” You turned to look at the drummer. An amused look on your face because he had given you the brightest smile when he had opened the personalised drumsticks you had gotten him earlier. “Or are you my present? Wait is this an ambush?” George gasped. “Please be an ambush!” He grinned at you.

“You should be so lucky!” You scoffed; before shooting him a smirk as you opened the the kitchen door.

“Your tits look mega in that dress by the way!” His tone smug as he closed the kitchen door behind him. Your only response being the cackle that left your mouth as you left George to watch you walk away as you joined the rest of the band in the living room.

Lucky indeed because once the remaining guests left about twenty minutes later. You had snuck into George’s room to say good night and wish him a happy birthday and it’s how you found yourself currently with aching arms. As they were locked either side of George’s knees, his hands tight on your waist as you bounced on his cock.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in this position. You do know he had already made you cum twice though. Once on his tongue and once with his fingers but my God were you spiralling towards your third. The thick drag of his cock between your legs as he stretched you out was delicious but you needed to cum quick because you weren’t sure how long you could stay in this position for.

“Jesus Christ! So fucking good George!” You wailed; as George’s thumb swiped through the slick between your legs and rubbing at your clit.

“Feel good baby?”

“Yes. Shit! So good!” You panted. “Arms hurt though, fuck.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” He said; pulling you forward.

You fell forward at full speed; having to catch yourself on either side of his face to stop yourself from head butting him as his large hands moved from your hips to grab on to the globes of your ass before plowing up into your cunt so fast you saw stars dance under your eyelids. All you could do was shake and babble out a string of, “So good. So good. So good.” As George made you cum again.

Pulling out quickly. You had no time to recover as George flipped you over; face already in his pillows as he pushed back into you as he chased his own orgasm. The drag of his cock made you feel delirious at the speed in which he was fucking you back into the mattress.

“Fucking hell. You’re so good G! Yes! Yes! Yes!” You screamed into the mattress, really not caring that your mutual best friend was on the other side of the wall.

His name fell from your lips like a chant. You hadn’t been fucked this good in forever, if at all and the fact it was your Georgie made your head spin.

“Come on baby. One more and I’ll give it to you.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder before pulling you back on to his cock at rapid speed and sending you hurtling towards your fourth orgasm of the night (well morning) and George to fill you up with a satisfied groan.

Pulling out; your gentle giant rolled over, the pair of you catching your breath after fucking for a good hour. Rolling your head to the side to take him in, you pressed a kiss to the top of his shoulder with a chuckle. “Happy Birthday G!”

The now blonde let out a loud laugh as the pair of you snuggled into each other’s arms, like you would normally do under any other circumstances as George pressed a kiss to the side of your face. The temporary bliss shielding you both from the circumstances you’d have to face in the morning.

When you did manage to wake up the next morning, George was still fast asleep but his alarm clock read 10:12 and you knew you’d have to get up to tidy the flat because Matty certainly wouldn’t. As you looked around George’s room, you scrambled to find anything to hide your dignity as you moved around to clean up. As you pulled the shirt George was wearing the night before over your bare body, you didn’t have chance to register the other voices on the other side of the bedroom door.

“Where is she? She’s not answering her phone? She’s not in her room either.”

Matty didn’t answer Ross’s question, just grumbled into his arms before flinging himself down onto the dining room table dramatically.

“What’s the matter with you? You look like shit Healy!” Hann shoved his shoulder with a laugh as he threw himself on the sofa.

“Well you’d look like shit if you didn’t get any sleep cause you could hear George fucking at all hours of the night too.” Matty snapped at the two of them.

“Who was he shagging? I thought he wasn’t seeing that blonde anymore?”

Unfortunately for you, this was when you decided to make your grand appearance. Walking out of George’s room in nothing but his shirt and your knickers from the night before. The three of them silent as they took in your appearance.

Adam’s jaw slack as he looked on in shock as everything clicked into place before his very eyes.

Matty looked pained as he ran a hand through his curls before pushing himself up off the dining room table and shuffling into the kitchen, silently flicking the kettle on.

Ross looked angry. You could see it simmering in his eyes. The vein on his neck pulsing as he starred you down.

“I’ve been trying to ring you. Why were you in George’s room? ”

“I’ve been asleep. I’m here now aren’t I? Everything alright?” You brushed past him, trying to avoid talking about the inevitable. You hated when Ross was angry.

“Why do you have George’s shirt on?”

The two of you competed in a stare off. The both of you silent. Neither of you making the next move. If there was one thing you MacDonald siblings were, it was stubborn. Adam was watching on in anticipation. The only noise to be heard was Matty shuffling around the kitchen in the background. Your brother asked you again. Why was he asking you questions he didn’t want to know the answers to.

“Don’t make me say it bro.” You sighed; annoyance flashing across his features.

“You slept with my best friend?” Ross immediately started raising his voice. He already knew the answer, he didn’t need your confirmation. Not that he waited for it because he was already storming towards George’s room and right on queue, the door swung open to George just in his boxers.

“Ross. Stop!” Your voice loud and going ignored.

“YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER?!”

Ross was seething. Hann was immediately by your side ready to intervene. Matty still off and away from the drama (which was very unlike him) that was about to unfold. He was unlawfully quiet but you couldn’t think about that when Ross was squaring off with George in the doorway to your rooms. The shouting sounded like you were under water as you zoned it out. This was a disaster. It was only when Hann touching your arm, whispering if they should intervene or not that brought you back to reality and had you storming right in between the two giants.

Pushing your way in between them. You stood with your back against George’s chest, a hand on your brothers and looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Ross. Please. Fighting George isn’t going to solve anything.”

“You slept. With my sister. What about fucking bro code?! Not cool dude!”

“It was me.” You shouted over the top of his booming voice, all four of them turning to look at you as you very rarely raised your voice. “It was me. I initiated it. So if you’re going to be mad at someone, shout at me because it’s my fault.”

“Babe you don’t have to defend me.” George touched your shoulder gently. “I know, we shouldn’t have done it.”

“Don’t touch her!” Ross zoned in on George’s hands upon your shoulders. He quickly lifted them up in surrender.

“George, we’re both consenting adults.” You addressed him before turning back to your brother. “I’m sorry but if you’re going to sulk about it, blame me because I started it. Ross you know I love you more than anything in this world but you can’t hate everyone that goes near me.” You reached for his hand to give it a squeeze. “It was literally a one night stand. Promise it won’t happen again.”

Ross tried to pull his hand out of yours at your words, the vein in his neck twitching at the fucked up thought of his little sister casually sleeping around. “I’m not fucking happy about it. Fucking bro code dude.” He threw his hands up dramatically before turning towards the door. “I’m going for some fresh air.”

Ross quickly yanked open the front door, Hann hot on his tail, muttering something about checking on him which left you with Matty and George. The three of you standing in silence for a moment before George popped a kiss on top of your head and mumbling about a cig and heading out the back.

Matty disappeared again into the kitchen as you plonked yourself down at the dining room table with a groan. The ticking of the clock the only thing to be heard as the two of you were now the only ones left in your tiny flat. Sitting down next to you, Matty didn’t say anything. Just pushed a mug of coffee towards you and sipping his own.

“You don’t hate me do you? You haven’t said anything all morning.”

Matty took a sip of his coffee, a look of contemplation on his face as his eyes flitted towards you. The silence deafening and the thought of him being upset with you made your heart ache.

“You never offered me that on my birthday.”

You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. That was it. That’s what he chose to say.

Matty tried to say it with a joking lilt to his words. A smirk hiding behind his mug of coffee as you took in his words. But he knew deep down that there was a seriousness to it. It was true, you’ve never done anything with him other than when you kissed at his 18th, on his birthday or otherwise. Apart from one drunken weekend about two weeks later. He wasn’t sure why the thought made his heart pang. But it did. You opened your mouth to respond, quickly shutting it again as a flush rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the night in his garden five birthdays ago.

You let out a shaky laugh, not knowing what to say, shoving his shoulder playfully as you settled back into your chair, steaming coffee ready to be drunk.

“I don’t, you know.”

You turned you head to curly haired man beside you confused at what he was saying.

“I could never hate you.”

2014

You weren’t exactly sure where you were. What state you were in. What time it was or how much you and the band had to drink or what drugs Matty had taken tonight but you were fucking exhausted. You had been following your brother and your best friends around the world for the best part of just over a year, ‘acting’ like their personal assistant.

You were essentially a glorified baby sitter for these four man children. You wouldn’t change it for the world though, you got to travel the world with your best friends and take cool photography in the cool cities you visited but it was all catching up to you. All whilst they were busy being rockstars, some more than others but that was a different story.

You wanted nothing more than to be in the dingy little flat you shared with Matty and George in Manchester, catching up on washing, going down to your local Sainsbury’s and doing the weekly shop. Anything that didn’t require going to bed post 3am.

But you were currently in a club in Atlanta or was it Nashville? You didn’t know but what you did know was that you were bloody tired and the thought of travelling on the tour bus to the next state with a hangover was genuinely about to send you into a downward spiral if you didn’t get yourself back to the hotel asap.

Tucked neatly underneath Hann’s arm, his arm loosely hanging over your shoulder as you rested your head upon his shoulder, you prayed for your brother to round up the other two quicker than he was because you were actually asleep standing up at this point. You didn’t think it was possible to be asleep with your eyes open but you were positive at this precise moment in time it was currently happening.

Ross finally reappeared with George in tow but there was no Matty trailing behind the two of them. You groaned loudly as you clapped eyes on the two of them. Ross looked defeated, tiredness set his eyes too. George smirked when he heard your groans.

“Not the usual type of groans you make when you see me baby.”

“I’ll punch you so hard before Ross even gets the chance to if you don’t shut the fuck up Daniel's. Where’s Healy?” You huffed, scowling at the boy in front of you.

“Mumbled something incoherent before refusing to leave.” Your brother grumbled.

“Give me two minutes.” You sent Hann a soft smile, before removing yourself from the bubble the two of you’d created at the end of the bar before pushing your way through all the sweaty bodies until you found him trying to chat up some blonde model type near the DJ booth.

Gently placing your hand around his bicep to get his attention, his curls whipped in your direction to see who was touching him. The first thing you noticed apart from the bright grin he was now sporting were his dilated pupils. So he had taken coke again, brilliant.

The sigh that left you so deeply rooted, you’re surprised he didn’t pick up on it. You hated the way it made him feel after the high was over.

“Hi darling! Hasn’t tonight been amazing? Wait where are the others? Can you believe your brother tried to make me to go back to the hotel? How sick was the gig tonight? Do you want to dance? Hey let me introduce you to…” He spoke at a hundred miles a hour as he spewed out utter nonsense, turning to realise the blonde he was chatting up was long gone.

You watched Matty’s shoulders sag, sad eyes now back on your own. “You fancy coming back with me? I’m dead on my feet and don’t really fancy nursing this inevitable hangover whilst being stuck on the tour bus for over six hours with you lot without at least four hours of decent sleep.”

“But I don’t want to go home yet.” He pouted.

“You come with me now, I’ll let you stay in my bunk tomorrow and I won’t complain about how clingy you are. Promise!”

“Like a sleepover?!” Matty’s face lit up again.

“If you like, yeah!” You laughed at his childlike enthusiasm.

“Come on then, let’s go right now!” He started to drag you through the crowds. “I’m sharing with Ross tonight. I think he’d rather kill himself than watch you throw yourself at me!”

“I don’t throw myself at you.” You laughed at the frown he was pulling at you.

“It’s been known to happen Healy! I don’t mind though. My bunk tomorrow. Pinky promise.”

“Tomorrow.” Matty sent you a soft smile; his pinky looping around your own before you started to tug him back towards the boys. “I just want to clarify, I don’t throw myself at you I just like lying on your tits is all!” He said, pulling a laugh out of you as you approached the rest of the band. Your brother already leading the troops out the club as he saw your approach, eager to get out of there and into bed.

You had currently been on the road from Atlanta to Raleigh, North Carolina for the past two hours and the hangover was showing no signs of disappearing. You had already watched half a season of The Office with Hann and had taken a half arsed nap with Ross but it was hard trying to sleep in the lounge, when your head was knocking off his shoulder every time the bus hit a pot hole.

Not to mention; if Matty made one more fucking sound, you were absolutely positive one of you was going to throw him out the window. It was a toss up between you and Hann, whoever got to him first I suppose. But he was getting on your last nerve. He was annoying at the best of times but there was something about his come down today that was irritating you to no fucking end. He so much as breathed too loudly and it was sending you spiralling into deep pit of annoyance.

You and the band were up back in the lounge area, some Adam Sandler movie playing quietly in the back ground that you were pretty sure none of them were even paying attention to. When Matty threw his phone across the bus, swearing something incoherent under his breath and it was the last straw.

Standing up abruptly, you managed to startle both Ross and Hann at the speed in which you moved. Pulling down George’s hoodie that you had stolen, so it covered more of your ass over the pair of gym shorts you had on. You turned back towards your brother and Adam, irritation etched across your features, scowling at Matty as you eyed him out of your peripheral, as he moped about next to George.

Just the image of him, made you want to roll your eyes.

“I’m going to my bunk before I fucking throttle him!”

You sent them both a sarcastic smile before storming off to your bunk. You can’t have been there ten minutes before your peace was interrupted by Matty who was peering around the curtain and asking if he can join you. You let out a big sigh before silently nodding your head as he lumbered on into the small space.

Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist; his head found home upon your chest just like it always did when he wanted a cuddle. Your hand that was wrapped around him made its way up to his head, where it settled in his curls, finger tips running across his scalp. The sound of his soft sighs automatically calming down the irritation that had been bubbling inside you since he had awoken this morning.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been lying there in silence. You only broke the silence when the coldness of Matty’s fingertips slipped underneath your hoodie to touch the warmth of your skin. His thumb rubbing circles across the softness of your hips as he snuggled further into your tits as one of his legs started pushing its way in between your own as he got comfy.

“Matty?” Your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention.

“You said you wouldn’t complain.” His voice muffled as he spoke into your covered breasts.

“Your fingers are fucking freezing that’s all.” Your chest vibrated with laughter.

“Sorry sweetheart” Matty moved the slightest bit, to kiss the underside of your chin before snuggling back into the warmth of your hoodie.

“I don’t mean to, you know?” He whispered softly.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t mean to make you angry.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, that you nearly missed it.

“I’m not angry. Why would you think I’m angry at you?”

“You looked like you’d rather die than be anywhere near me before.” The hand that was weaving through his curls stopped. “I hated it. Hated that you looked at me like that. Made me feel even more shit than I already do.”

“Healy look at me.” Matty didn’t move a muscle, head still tucked underneath your chin, no effort in moving at all at your words.

“Babe. Look at me.” Your voice more stern, wiggling away from his grip so you could look down at him properly. “I could never hate you. Ever.” Your eyes flitted across his features, hardened by the late nights on tour and the hardcore partying. “I hate what that stuff does to you. I would never stop you from having fun but when you do that stuff, I hate how it makes you hate yourself the next day. I don’t want you doing something you’re going to regret because believe it or not Healy. I’m quite fond of you and I don’t think my heart could take it if something happened to you. Neither would my brother’s or Hann’s or George’s. We love you a stupid amount you know.”

Matty blinked at you as he took in your words, his brown eyes glossing over before shoving his face into you neck, the grip around your waist becoming impossibly tighter. Your body shaking as his vibrated against yours, soft sobs leaving him as he chanted; “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Over and over again.

All you could do was hold him closer and reassure him, that he had nothing to be sorry for and you were just looking out for him because anything else, you were afraid it might break you and you’d cry too. As your best friend was breaking his heart and wetting the hoodie you were wearing.

“Don’t apologise for having fun. I just want you to be careful. All I ever want is for you to be okay and sometimes what you do with all those people you don’t know isn’t good for you sweetheart.”

You squeezed him tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. As he mumbled how “I’ll be better, I promise” into your neck, pressing multiple kisses in quick succession to just under the right side of your jaw before settling back into silence where the two of stay for some time.

The soft regular movement of Matty’s thumb rubbing circles on your hip stopped, his hand significantly less colder than they were before he had them up your hoodie, moved across the expanse of your lower back and rolling you over so you were now draped over him instead and tucked into his side.

“You know sometimes I feel the only time I might get better is when we are together. You ever feel like that?”

It was now your turn to nod silently, a soft hum leaving your mouth as you pressed a quick kiss into his skin as you settled into a slumber.

2017

You had been pottering about your flat most of the morning, doing a deep clean of the place before you were supposed to be heading to meet the boys for Sunday dinner. Your boyfriend of nearly a year Michael, once again opting out of spending time with you and your family, claiming he had better things to be doing that sitting about and listening to the boys talk about what they had been getting up to in the studio again.

Personally you think it was because George let slip last time Michael could actually be bothered to join you all for a drink, that he had slept with you in a drunken ramble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend, your brother and yourself. And Michael didn’t take too fondly to the fact you were still close with George after the confession.

You were in the middle of folding the last bit of the washing that you had dumped on your bed when your phone pinged with a text from Hann.

‘Did you get a letter in the post this week? x’

‘I get a lot of stuff in the post Ads! Off who? x’

‘Matty x’

The moment you saw his name, your heart got stuck in your throat. None of you had heard from him since he he had left, something to do with his recovery. So the thought of contact from him had you dropping your phone on the bed and rushing from your room, shouting at Michael about the post you had received this week. Only receiving a mumble from him about the fire place; had you dashing to the living room, where you rifled through the post sat on top of the mantelpiece.

There slotted in between this months Rolling Stone subscription and a local take away menu was a white envelope addressed to you.

A Barbados post mark sitting in the top right corner.

Dropping the rest of the mail on the coffee table, you rushed back to your bedroom, locking the door immediately before sitting at the edge of your bed and taking in Matty’s scrawl of a penmanship. Running your fingers over the ink; your mind flashed back to that day.

The day you realised he wasn’t okay.

How completely out of it he was as you watched him at their last festival gig of the iliwys tour cycle. How utterly miserable he looked as he threw himself about the stage, looking just the shadow of the man you knew and loved.

You knew something wasn’t right as you watched from the side of stage with their manager Jamie. George ever the professional, had even broke his concentration bubble to catch your eye several times during their festival set, worry set in his features.

The way your gentle giant walked straight up to you, stopped in front of you and just by the look in your eyes. Your face never one to hide your emotions. George wrapped his arm around you and without a single word, the pair of you knew you had to speak to the other boys about it. You needed to talk to him.

The night of the intervention. The way he screamed and shouted at you all. He admitted to using but he didn’t do it quietly. The way Ross stepped in front of you in defence when he swore at you. Hann’s hand wrapped tightly around your own, George’s hand squeezing your shoulder in support as your brown eyes glossed over as you took in the man in front of you. He wasn’t your Matty and you hated looking at him like this.

You didn’t want to look at him at all and it broke your heart.

Slipping your finger into the envelope you finally tore it open, slipping out several pages of paper. You weren’t sure how long you were holding them before you actually unfolded them but it felt like a lifetime of contemplating before you managed to finally take a deep breath and compose yourself enough to read his words.

‘Darling,

As part of my recovery, I’ve been tasked to write a letter to everyone I’ve hurt and yours is the last one I’ve got to write. Not because you mean the least to me. Quite the opposite. Yours has been the hardest to write. Harder than Gabby. My Mam, Dad & Louis & the boys because you mean the absolute world to me.

This is actually the third time I’ve attempted to write this. Admitting that I’ve hurt you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. You know what I’m like, I’m a stubborn twat at the best of times but I needed to do this because you deserve this apology probably the most.

You’ve never once judged me and the fucked up things I do when I’m on one. Since we were kids you’ve stuck by my side, defended me when I really didn’t deserve it and loved me endlessly from the sidelines and I’ve definitely not deserved your love but you gave me it anyway.

Do you remember that time we were on tour in 2014 and I was fucked up on coke for god knows how many days in a row and you couldn’t even be in the same room as me that day on the bus when I was on that god awful come down on the way to North Carolina?

Yet you still didn’t say no when I selfishly came crawling to your bunk to interrupt your peace and quiet with my tail between my legs, asking to come lie with you. You could have told me to piss off but you didn’t, you let me squish myself into your bunk and your arms and let me sleep off my hangover in your arms without complaining once. I would have complained but you didn’t, you let me and my cold hands snake their way into your personal space like I hadn’t gotten on your last nerve just ten minutes prior.

I’m quite a selfish person. You my darling are the most selfless person I know and I don’t deserve the good grace you’ve given me time and time again. Especially seeing as I dragged you along for the ride and then you’ve had to babysit me because I can’t control myself when it comes to drugs and showing off because I want everyone to like me.

You could have taken the tough love route, told me I’m a big fuck up and judged me for my drug use and tried to get me to stop (which probably would have have had the opposite effect out of defiance) but you didn’t. You silently kept an eye on me and made sure I didn’t end up killing myself. Until I took it too far.

I’ve seen you look at me with distaste over the years. Yet nothing compares to the way you looked at me that day you guys staged your intervention. I didn’t think you guys had noticed. I thought me and Miss H had this great big secret going on and I didn’t want to let any of you guys in on it because it would ruin what we had.

Yet you know me better than anyone. You and George both just knew that day. Of course you did. You’re my best friends. But you don’t know how happy I am the four of you staged that intervention and told me I needed to get my shit together.

When I think about the way I lashed out at you. The way your big brown eyes that usually sparkle with mischief when we’re with each other, glossed over as you just stood and took it and didn’t even raise your voice at me once. I can feel the lump in my throat tighten as I write this.

I deserved it you know. I deserved whatever fury was bubbling inside you because I was a class A cunt that day! I’m truly surprised Ross didn’t knock my head off and I wouldn’t have blamed him either if he had done!

I’m just so glad you did something because the thought of losing every single one of you shatters my soul so much, I would cease to exist without you.

I could sit here and write down the list of all things I’m sorry for but physically we don’t have the time or enough paper! But you should know that I am.

I’m sorry.

For everything.

I’m doing okay. The best I’ve been in a long time. The only way being here might get better is if you were here too.

I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I’m begging for it because the thought of you hating me and not being able to trust me anymore kills me.

You really an angel on this earth.

I don’t deserve you.

I love you.

Yours Matthew x

p.s I cannot wait to be reunited with your tits! I’ve missed them!

You let out a chortled laugh as you read through the last line of the letter. Your hands quickly making their way to your face as you wiped the tears that were streaming from your face. The cuffs of your hoodie wet from where you’ve tried to stop the flow of tears. Pressing the letter to your chest, you took a few deep breaths to try compose yourself before you left the confinements of your bedroom.

Hurriedly shoving the letter into your handbag, so there was no chance Michael could stumble across your letter. He didn’t like Matty as it was, you didn’t want to give him ammunition to say anything. You grabbed your car keys and rushed out of the house without a word to your boyfriend and heading straight to Hann’s.

2020

You had broken up with Michael.

The red flags should have been there from the start really. He always had less than nice words to say about you and your relationships with the boys. He didn’t have a lot of nice things to say in general but you were blinded by love and the man he was when you first met that you didn’t see the red flags being waved right in front of your face until your heart (and self confidence) were already broken.

Your brother didn’t like Michael, he thought there was something off about him from the off but you put it down to Ross doing his job as your big brother but his opinion didn’t waver once in the four years you were together. George never liked how possessive he was and the fact he became even more so and tried to stop you from speaking to him after he found out about your night together. Which just fyi happened three years prior to meeting him, so he (everyone) was flabbergasted as to why he was so bothered! Hann. Your sweet angel of a bestie had even voiced how he didn’t like him and he was never one to be rude which should have also been a clue you were dating a dickhead.

Then there was Matty. Matty hated him. The feelings were mutual. Michael had told you plenty of times over your four years together that he hated your best friend but he would never tell you why. Matty told you it was because ‘he was a twat who didn’t deserve you’. You were obliged to agree because that mother fucker cheated on you!

Multiple women across the last two years of your relationship.

To say you were stunned was an understatement yet it somehow made sense and fell into place so easily when you thought about it all. Yet that didn’t make it hurt any less. But a friend of yours sending you the evidence whilst you were on the last night of the UK tour was the final nail in the coffin that was your shitty relationship with him.

You weren’t sure who wanted to kill him more. Your brother? Matty? Or George? The three of them were raging amongst one another at their after party which should have been a celebration whilst Hann sat with his arms wrapped around you as you cried to him and Carly. You didn’t think anything would make you feel better apart from getting obliterated with your favourite people and forgetting about Michael and the impending doom that was about to be bestowed upon the entire world.

Matty was your saving grace.

Asked you to move in, without even hesitating. Naturally you said yes, sitting in your flat all by yourself whilst you cried over your douchebag of an ex during lockdown did not sound appealing to you. It was giving ‘Emma Pilssbury crying to Celine Dion in her car from Glee’ and you weren’t quite ready to hit that stage of your breakup depression just yet.

Two weeks turned into two months and then four months of lockdown but quite frankly you had never been happier. Living with Matty again, surprisingly was just as good the second time round if not easier. Except this time you weren’t poor, your kitchen roof wasn’t leaking and there was a 95% less drug taking which made your life a whole lot less stressful.

It was just easy with him. At some point whilst the world stood still, Matty and Tahliah broke up and then it really just was you two; doing your washing, fighting over who’s turn it was to use their club card during the weekly shop at Tesco and raising his (both of your’s) new dog, Mayhem.

The two of you had been getting ready to move into a studio tomorrow with George after four months of just the two of you playing house, the pair of them just itching to get back to work. You were aware that Matty had been writing already but you knew it would be full steam now Notes had been released and you wanted to make use of the time you had left just the two of you.

Only because you knew as soon as you got your hands on George. That was it! Not a chance Matty was getting any attention. You had missed your big friendly giant more than anything and you knew from your FaceTime with him last night whilst you couldn’t sleep that he was more than excited to see you too.

All three of you were sunbathing in the garden. Mayhem by your side as the two of you soaked up some much needed sun. The heatwave the UK was currently in the middle of was doing wonders for your skin. You had been lying in silence for the past thirty minutes, a book covering your face to block out the sun as you tried to read. Matty’s head in your lap as you presumed he was napping when you suddenly felt him turn over in your lap, now on his side and looking up at you.

Lifting the book ever so slightly, so you could peek underneath at him, you cocked an eyebrow as he watched you with a gentle gaze. “Yes?” Your tone rich with sarcasm as you stared back at him. “Anything actually going through that pretty head of yours Healy? What you thinking about?”

“Us.”

“Us?” You laughed. “What about us?”

“You remember my eighteenth birthday?” He asked; peering up at you with a soft smile.

“The party?” Matty nodded. “I remember Ross stopping me from getting with Max! Remember him? I was gutted!” You laughed. “Why?”

“You know that’s not what I meant?” Matty frowned slightly as he pouted at you.

“Of course I do.” You put your book down, your hands automatically reaching for what was left of his curls,“What about it?”

“You ever think about it?”

“Sometimes. Think we’ve done a fantastic job at keeping it from my brother! Especially with your big gob!” You smiled down at him as you ran your hand through his curls gently.

“Funny!” He sent a glare your way, causing you to laugh loudly at his attempt to be intimidating.

“What’s got you thinking about that kiss from a million years ago anyway?”

“Wanking material.” He somehow managed to say without cracking smile.

It was your turn to shoot him a glare at his crudeness. It wasn’t long though until he was grinning up at you from his place in your lap. You pushed his head away from you in fake annoyance. God you couldn’t stand him sometimes!

“Ohh come on darling. I hear you sometimes! We all do it, you’ve got to think of something!” Matty tried to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I think about G’s 23rd birthday.” You smirked. Your vibrator was good but it wasn’t George. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good orgasm and thinking it might have been before Michael makes you want to cry. Your confession/kind of a joke caused the grin to fall from his face and you almost felt bad, knowing he doesn’t want to hear about the incredible night you had with George because if anyone asked him, he absolutely did not want to relive it.

“I’m joking!” Your hand reached for his curls again. “Seriously though, what’s got you reminiscing about it. It’s been a long time.”

“Just thinking about how much I love you is all.” His confession made you stop. “What would have happened if we’d said fuck it and we ended up together.”

“I don’t think Ross would have been too happy. You saw how mad he got about G!” You laughed nervously as you thought about stopping your brother from knocking his band mate out.

“He’d have gotten over it.” Matty was now leaning up on his arms, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your bikini clad torso before pressing several kisses in quick succession up your stomach until he was hovering over your chest and looking down at your face. “If we were happy, he’d have been happy. You know he would have been.”

His actions made you hold your breath. It being strangely intimate and probably the most intimate you’d been since you were teenagers. You wondered if he was actually going to kiss you again but he just looked down at you fondly.

“You know I’d do anything for you right?” You nodded. “You’re one of the only people who makes me truly happy. I’d literally go too far just you have you near. I’d go blind just to see you!”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatics of his statement but the sweet sentiment made you smile, you reached up to hold the side of his face in your hands. Your thumb sweeping over the apple of his left cheek. The pair of you just basking in the warmth of the sun and each other. Unsure how long you hadn’t said anything, Matty broke the silence in the most Matty way.

“Literally anything you need. I’ve got you for life sweetheart. A cuppa? A joint? An orgasm? I’m your man!”

A chortle left your mouth as he cheekily beamed down at you, waiting for what he knew would be a somewhat sarcastic response. He didn’t realise he’d really set himself up for what you were about to say.

“Don’t worry I’m good. I’m seeing G tomorrow!”

The way his eyes narrowed at you made you cackle even louder as he finally jumped up off you, to walk back inside without another word. “I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I promise not to shag George when I see him. I’m good with my vibrator I promise!” You manage to sputter out through your laughter. “Stick the kettle on whilst you’re in there love.” You shouted after him.

Matty threw you the middle finger over his shoulder which made you laugh even more as he went though the back door, Mayhem hot on his heels; knowing fine well he was going to put the kettle on and make you a brew just how you liked it because for as long as he can remember he’s never been able to say no to you and he didn’t think he’d ever will.

2023

The 1975 in Show and Concert was possibly your favourite tour that you’d been apart of with the boys. There was an accumulative of factors; the fact you weren’t the only girl on tour this time round, Carly had joined Adam with their son and Charli had come to as many shows as her own schedule permitted. You also had a little part to play at Matthew’s request (obviously!) donned in a white lab coat, you brought Matty a hot honey and lemon on stage every night and pottered about with the rest of the crew, making sure your brother and the rest of the band were all good before slipping off to watch the rest of the show from backstage.

Or it could have been that you and Matty were closer than ever. Ever since lockdown and the pair of you had been living together, everything seemed so simple that since restrictions were lifted, you just carried on living together. I think when George removed the last box of things from your old flat to take to Matty’s did it for him, that he just shook his head with a laugh.

“You guys really are an old married couple!” He chuckled; slamming the boot close and jumping in the car before you could get a word in edgeways.

He wasn’t wrong, you guys did essentially everything together apart from have sex. Not that you hadn’t thought about it. Somewhere between moving into the studio with him and George and then your brother and Hann joining them to start recording their fifth studio album. You hadn’t shagged anyone in over a year and there was only so many times you could use your vibrator before you got bored and there wasn’t a cat’s chance in hell you were ordering a new toy to the studio because Matty didn’t have boundaries and absolutely would have opened it before you could even get the chance to get your hands on it.

You had also promised after day one; after one too many jokes and essentially mounting George at any given moment just to have him near you that you wouldn’t sleep with him. Even though a repeat of his birthday from seven years prior was literally so so temping to you! So what the hell were you going to do? The thought of dating apps made you want to vomit and hanging about bars really didn’t seem that appealing.

But Matty being Matty; was being overly affectionate one night after one too many glasses of red after a show, had the two of you giggling like teenagers and wondering if the two of you had gotten better at kissing since Matty’s 18th. Curiosity getting the better of the both of you, had you surging towards one another in a flurry of horniness after the kiss, was how you found yourself straddling his lap and snogging him like your life depended on it! Until you physically had to pull away to get your breath back and a rush of sense flashed through your brain. The two of you went to bed separately.

Neither of you spoke about it again.

Nor did you ever think about how the two of you were always drawn to each other no matter what shit storm was going on around you until now. You were just tying up the end of the UK leg of the tour, you and the band were in Ireland and Jamie had just told you that *The Scum* were running a horrendous article about Matty. This had in turn resulted in an argument after their penultimate show between the boys.

You knew he did things in the heat of the moment whilst he’s on stage or says shit without thinking and it comes to bite him in the arse almost every time but he’d never do what they’re accusing him of on purpose.

But seeing your brother hurt by Matty’s stupid actions; the repercussions for not just himself but for the rest of the band, your brother, yourself just by association. It was enough for you to step in, in defence of your brother. He came before everyone else, every single time.

This you didn’t realise; had as big of an effect until you were stood frozen on stage in front of your brother, Matty in between you and Ross. Apologising to him, crying in front of thousands of people. How Ross hadn’t broke the facade and took him in his arms was beyond you because your brother’s face was currently blurry to you and he was stood a foot in front of you. Tears filled your brown eyes and were threatening to spill as Matty let his vulnerable side show in front of everyone. Something he never does.

You had done so well until he apologised once more; removing his hand from Ross’s arm and reaching behind him blindly to grab on to you. The tears automatically fell; the action enough to make Ross twitch in an ache to comfort you. Something he couldn’t do until the band had come off stage at the end of consumption.

After the final song of tour; the boys usually head on out for the after party. Tonight you had Matty back at the hotel in your room on his knees and begging for you.

Begging for you to not leave him. Begging for you not to move out. Begging for you to stay by his side. Begging for you to still love him.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at the man in front of you; on his knees as his hands grasped at your legs, pulling you close as he hugged you as physically close as possible as he sobbed against your legs. Instinctively you reached for his curls, running your fingers through them softly.

“Baby. Look at me.” The softness of his curls tickled your thighs as he stayed pressed against you. “Matthew. Darling look at me.”

You managed to loosen his grip enough to slide down on to your knees in front of him, taking a hold of his face in your hands as you eyes flitted across his face, smiling softly at him as he tried to calm himself down.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t lose any of you.” He shook his head, curls flying in front of his face. “But I can’t lose you darling. I can’t.”

“Matthew. Look at me. Why do you think you’re going to lose me? You’re never going to lose me. You’re kinda stuck with me!” You laughed. “And even if I decided to fuck off, my brother being your bassist kind of means I’m stuck with you anyway.” The grip on his face got tighter as his hands reached up to hold on to your wrists.

“But last night…”

“Ross and I just want you to use your brain sometimes before you do stupid shit! You’ve not lost either of us. I promise.”

“Promise?”

Your heart jumped into your throat at the swell of tears in his eyes and his lip quiver.

“Life. That’s how long you’ve got me for Healy. Promise.” As soon as you stopped speaking; Matty threw himself at you, arms around your neck and squeezing you so tightly you nearly stopped breathing. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you” Being repeated in your ear over and over as you squeezed him back, pressing your lips to the side of his face in consecutive kisses until he abruptly pulled away. Eyes red and looking at you so softly you thought he was going to cry again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. You know I do.” You smiled at him warmly.

“No. It’s always been you.” He said as he reached for your hands and it felt like you had been hit in the chest. The sting of tears trickling up your face and threatening to fill your eyes as you silently took him in. You went to open your mouth but nothing came out.

“I know I always talk too much but just listen to me. I love you. Since we were kids I reckon, I was just too chicken to ever do anything. When you kissed me on my 18th birthday. When you saw I needed help, you saved my life sending me to rehab. Every day, I thought about getting home to you. It’s what got me through every day. You make me a better man darling. When you take my shit when I don’t deserve it. When you make me a brew in the morning just how I like it. When you roll me a joint when you realise I’m too tense and in my head without me even having to ask. When you tell me to shut the fuck up before a situation escalates. When we go to big Tesco and walk the dog or do all the washing together. I fucking live for that shit because it’s with you. Fuck I’ve been writing songs about you for the past decade! You are intertwined with every era of this band sweetheart. I mean 60% of the last album is about you! ” He chuckled softly.

“What?” Managed to escape you in a gasp.

“Come on sweetheart. Some of this music has literally been out for ten years!”

“I - Just never - Why have you never said anything before now?” Your voice horse with frustration.

“I love your brother too much. But thinking I’d lost the two of you, just made me think fuck it. You deserve to know. You need to know.” Matty shrugged casually.

“That’s stupid.” Your deadpan tone, stunning him silent.

“Sorry?”

“Wasn’t it you that said to me that if Ross knew I was happy. That we were happy he wouldn’t care. He’d have gotten over it? And you’ve just subliminally been telling me you love me through music this entire time?”

“Yes?”

You cocked an eyebrow at his hesitation, the questioning tone as your eyes flit across his handsome features. Cheeks tinged with pink due to his tears, his chest falling up and down rapidly at his confession as he awaited you answer. You still didn’t say anything, thinking about how to respond until you found the perfect response.

Surging forward you pushed your lips against Matty’s. Hands reaching for the curls you loved so much. Waiting for him to reciprocate felt like a life time but your Matthew was well equipped in the art of kissing you back so realistically it was 0.2 seconds after he had gotten over the shock.

You kissed him over and over again, not wanting to stop the feeling of how your lips moved against his, how his tongue felt against yours. You felt like you were on fire, he was intoxicating. He always was but fuck was he more than ever. Finally finding the strength to untangle yourself from him, chests heaving as you both got oxygen back in your lungs you said the words, the way he’d been wishing to hear for the past sixteen years.

“I love you too.”

When he was finally seen in public two days later on the eve of their Gorilla gig in Manchester. The fans noticed Matty was in higher spirits than he had been two days prior when his breakdown was caught on camera. You had been nervous to tell your brother but Ross claimed he already knew Matty was in love with you, he was just waiting to see if he’d actually grow some balls or not! Then he hugged you so tightly and whispered he was happy for the both of you, which in turn had you and Matty crying backstage in their green room as you found yourself in a 1975 sandwich!

You don’t think you had seen Matty look so happy on stage in a long time. He loved touring but it was gruelling but seeing him on stage in this tiny venue with his best friends and his girl watching and waiting for him side stage. He couldn’t stop beaming. The fans noticed, the comments already flying in online about him. They increased tenfold when he jumped offstage, not waiting the ten second walk backstage before kissing you like his life depended on it.

The blurry picture of Matty holding your jaw in his hands as he kissed you in the shadows of the stage was on a 1975 update account within minutes.

Captioned: If you know you know. Finally 🖤

You were obliged to agree.

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୨୧- CHAPTER SEVEN, hit different! - ୨୧

summary: you and ellie secretly decide to meet up and talk to eachother, but you both forget turn off your life360 locations and get caught by both of your friends.

c/n: strong language, angst, ellie’s ex randomly coming in and jealous!reader..

a/n: just chaotic…CHAOS EVERYWHERE. also I left y'all on a cliffhanger BUT TRUST THINGS R JUST GETTIN STARTED.

series masterlist! - chapter seven ➝ chapter eight!

as you both turn around, you two see nari, ashlesha, dina, and jesse right behind you both with the most judgmental and disappointed faces ever. “hey guys!…this is just like..sooo silly how we’re all just here right now!!!!….” you laugh awkwardly and glance at ellie, waiting for her to say something, “it was her idea.” she blurts out and points at you as you turn your head slowly, squint, and cross your arms. “oh I’m sorry..I didn’t know we were THROWING PEOPLE UNDER THE BUS NOW.” you yell a little too loud and a target employee looks at you and the group. “ok but like why didn’t we get a damn invite..I feel extremely excluded and I’m hurt.” jesse joked while putting his hand on his heart and frowning, “maybe because this was supposed to be only me and ellie..but maybe all of us hanging out won’t be so bad!” you say as you roll your eyes playfully, “hey I hope this doesn’t sound weird but your skin is so clear, how do you get it like that oh my god?” dina asks nari whose eyes light up like stars and shining diamonds after receiving a compliment from her.

they both immediately start giggling like school girls and talking about skincare while jesse just stands there watching them. he turns to you and ellie, now frowning more than before, “she just stole my girlfriend away from me..just like that.” he fake cries and you look at ashlesha, who’s feeling the softness of the carpets in the aisle. “sheesh..talk about chaotic…” ellie huffs as she puts her hands on her hips, “tell me about it..” another unfamiliar voice chimes in what seemed like from out of nowhere which everyone stopped talking and doing whatever they were doing a millisecond ago and turn to look at who just spoke. ellie recognized the voice though, it was someone she was very close to..her ex. “zhavia?”ellie turns to her, almost in awe, “wow ok this is extremely bad timing..and awkward..” jesse says as he scratches his head. “hey! I hope this isn’t like super bad timing since you know..you’re here with your friends and all…” she acknowledges, sheepishly waving at everyone while everyone just stands there.

“uhm ok so anyway guys..I think we should go get something to eat!” nari says signaling with her eyes at you and ashlesha for you guys to go, “yeah..I think I’ll come with you guys, I’m pretty hungry myself.” jesse adds while eyeing zhavia down and then turning to you, “y/n are you coming?” he clears his throat and you nod. “yeah uh, I think some food would be nice..” you respond, now walking away from ellie and her ex but she and her were too caught up with speaking to eachother that she didn’t even bother to say bye. ashlesha followed close behind you and you clearly looked upset she basically just ditched you and now your friends for someone else and out of all people her other ex. you’ve heard of zhavia before while you were together with ellie but have never seen her but boy she was gorgeous, like model gorgeous. “she’s a complete idiot..I’m really sorry about her y/n, but man that was awkward..having two of your exes in the same place at the same time? god, I would rather die.” jesse rambles while you were just upset, you were jealous and you didn’t know why. you weren’t dating anymore but who did zhavia think she was just coming out of nowhere and- “y/n? are you ok?” nari waves her hand infront of your face, snapping you back into reality. “yeah I’m fine.” you say quickly.

“are you sure you look a little-” nari goes to speak again but gets cut off short by you speaking again, “I’m fine nari let’s just go get something to eat.” you walk ahead of the group and they all follow behind you. “your friend is really something else, she seriously needs to know what she wants.” ashlesha spoke, she was looking down and deeply sighed. “we know but ellie is her own person, we honestly just hope she doesn’t start missing zhavia and y/n now..or just zhavia in general.” dina responded in disappointment. “y/n wait, where are you going? panda express is this way.” jesse yells out and you stop in your tracks. “I’m going home, I’m not really in the mood anymore. I’ll just eat at home. bye guys.” you say and leave the mall, your face hot and your teeth clenched. “fuck man..here, you guys should take our numbers and we’ll make a groupchat later so we can talk about this later.” dina suggests and ashlesha and nari nod their heads in agreement, the four exchange numbers and decide to still get something to eat and get to know eachother more.

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seospicybin · 2 years

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ONE PROPOSITION.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Not only you frown on love, you don't date nice guys and Seungmin is both a nice guy and don't want less than love. A proposition is offered to you to see if he can change your mind. (10,2k words)

Author's note: a fluffy smut for a change. Enjoy! :)

Love is patient, love is kind.

Pfft... more like love is slowly losing your mind.

Love makes it okay for people to dumb themselves down for someone else or do silly things in public and everyone would deem it romantic.

You don't do love anymore because it's nothing but a sack of vile and utter nonsense.

What you do is short-lived infatuation, physical attraction, one-night lovers then you're free to move on to the next one without any sort of attachment.

To put it simply, love gives you the stomachache. Love is just... yuck!

Also, it's easier that way, maybe you'll do love when you're old and bored or maybe...

"Let's go on a date!"

You don't expect this from the smartest student in class, Kim Seungmin.

You let out a dry laugh then pick up your bag from your chair, "sure, pick me up at 8?" You respond with a nonchalant shrug.

He doesn't seem to get the joke because he isn't laughing or responding to your words, he's just staring at you with his brown eyes.

Your laugh dies down instantly when you notice the serious face he puts on, "you're being serious?"

"I am," he shortly replies.

You scoff in a perplexed way then hoist your bag strap higher on your shoulder and start walking toward the exit, it's best to get out of this awkward scene.

When you think you're already losing him, you see him walking next to you and ask, "What do you think?"

"Think of what?"

"Going on a date with me?" He asks again.

You laugh again because it's the nicest response you can give to him, he's alright and he probably asked it for a social experiment or something.

"But why?"

He matches his pace to catch up with your half-jogging since you're going to be late for your part-time job at the bookstore.

"Because I like you," he simply answers like it's so obvious.

But you are so oblivious to it, you don't even know he's capable of having this kind of feeling. You always think of him as someone who knows nothing but being the smartest person in the room. You laugh again because you don't know how to properly respond to someone who admits that he likes you out of a blue.

"Seungmin, I can't play along. I'm going to be late for work," you tell him while keeps walking in the direction of the bus stop near campus.

"I can drive you there," he offers, taking the car keys out of his jacket and jiggling them in front of you.

You calculate it in your head, even after you make it to the bus stop, you still have to wait for the bus then there's probably traffic, taking his offer can save you from being late to work.

The only information you have on him is so little that you have no idea he's been driving his car to campus every day. It's neat in there, unlike any other guy's car you've been in that's littered with trash or their stuff. His car smells nice and he drives steadily with one hand on the steering wheel.

"You haven't done that assignment for Professor Park's class, don't you?" He suddenly asks.

Your eyes widen in shock because no one knows except that he was there when you were being scolded by Professor Park in his office.

"How did you know?"

It takes him a few seconds to finally give you an answer, "we met outside his office but I guess you were too upset to notice."

You weren't just upset, you cursed at Professor Park right after closing the door of his office then kicked the potted plant nearby, sending the soil scattered on the floor. You were furious but Seungmin was just being nice by saying you were just 'too upset'.

"I don't see why you still like me after seeing that," you say with an awkward laugh.

"I just do," he says ever so casually like he just didn't admit to having a feeling for you.

Aren't you glad you're not like any other girl? Imagine hearing that and your heart starts to flutter.

"That's why I ask you on a date," he says again.

You take a moment to look at him, observing him and trying to see if he has any ulterior motives. Who knows? It's usually the quiet ones that are unpredictable.

He turns his head at you and stops you from scanning him further, "Let's go on a date!"

You have no problem with him, he's alright. Kim Seungmin is nice and smart, but that's also the problem, you don't date nice guys.

"No," you flatly reject him.

He doesn't seem to mind being rejected, he rather seems like he already expected this answer from you.

"May I know why?" He calmly asks.

And you like how curious he sounded, he probably thinks this whole thing is a mathematical problem that he can't solve and will keep on trying until he does.

"I don't date guys like you," you answer.

"Guys like me?"

"Nice guys," you give him a clearer answer.

"Ah!" He exclaims and calmly makes a turn to the parking lot of the bookstore you're working in.

You take it that he gave up already on his quest to date you but as you unbuckle the safety belt, he stops you from getting out of the car.

"I have a proposition for you," he says.

And you never heard any man saying that to you, a proposition? What does he think it is? A business deal?

"I'll help you work on your assignment for Professor Park," he offers.

You know there's something to that, "but…?"

He smiles at your word and it's the first time that you've ever seen on him, it surprised you that he has another expression apart from the serious and focused ones you always see on him

"But once the assignment is approved, I get to take you on a date," he finishes.

It's confusing already with him suddenly confessing that he fancies you, him of all people. Why would the smartest guy on campus like the most average student who only likes to fool around with guys?

But you must admit that he makes a good proposition, it's very tempting.

"Just a date? One date?" You ask.

He nods, "one date."

One date is not harmful, right? A nice guy like him is most likely to take you out on a dinner and perhaps a walk in the park after, a kiss or two at the end of the night. You can do that without having to involve any feelings whatsoever.

There's this tugging feeling though, maybe it's coming from your experiences with bad guys that always make you suspicious about everything they do.

Also, what if Seungmin is just playing with you?

"Can I answer this later? I'm late for work," you say.

"What time do you clock out?" He asks.

You act nonchalantly to not give him the impression that you will take his proposition that easily, "8 but I have to do some stuff beforehand. Maybe close to 9, I don't know."

He nods but not saying anything to you.

"Thanks for the ride, bye!" You abruptly end the conversation and get out of his car.

You forgot all about it when you have so many tasks waiting for you, there are just too many things to do that half shift of work ended so fast and you take one last lap around the bookstore to return the straying books to their shelves.

You clock out half an hour after eight and push through the back door, you just need to go to the bus stop and a fifteen-minute bus ride later, you'll be back at your small apartment and sleep and...

You hear a car honking at you from across the parking lot, you squint to see the car with the headlights shine right at you.

The car drives and stops right next to you, it's Seungmin.

"Come on, I'll drive you home," he says from his rolled-down window.

You lean down just enough to see him inside and lean closer to him, "Why are you still here?" You ask with pure shock.

"I'm waiting for your answer," he answers in the same deadpan manner.

So, Seungmin is serious about his proposition.

You work on the assignment together after you get off work and Seungmin would already there, waiting in his car for you.

He doesn't mind spending hours in your shoebox of an apartment, squeezing yourselves into the worn-out couch while he patiently guides you as you work on your laptop. He never overstayed and leaves before midnight, despite none of you having a curfew and being of age to do anything.

When you're not working, you do the assignment at a cafe close to your apartment building.

"Do you always do that?"

"Huh?" You turn your head at him.

"Touching your nose," he points at your hand touching one of your ears.

You didn't even know you were scratching your nose until he pointed it out and you have to consciously put your hand down, "it's a habit, I guess."

He sheepishly smiles at you before looking down at the book he's reading, "that's cute."

And you can say the same about him.

Seungmin likes to wait by his car for your last class to end and his face would light up when he sees you.

"How are you?" He would ask, it's a simple question but you like his smile more when he asks that, a smile that somehow resembles a puppy's.

One night, when you had to work overtime at work, he came into the bookstore and brought you food because he knew you'll be skipping dinner.

Seungmin is nice and he's smart, he's great but love is just... yuck.

You are back on your worn-out couch to work on the assignment for the last time.

Seungmin is intently checking your assignment while you quietly do the same to him. These past few days you have spent with him, make you notice things you haven't seen in him before. He used to wear his hair down, but tonight, he pushes his hair back which makes him look more attractive.

And when he's focusing hard like this, his stare is fierce and his jaws are clenched, he looks even more attractive because he's so unaware of it.

He wears a fitted shirt which only accentuates his slim figure and square shoulders.

"Do you play sports?" You blurt out because you're never the type to hold back when you're curious about something and most men like being asked about their physique.

"Baseball," he shorty replies without straying his eyes from the laptop screen.

"Let me guess, pitcher?"

He nods.

That explains the broad shoulders and your eyes lower to see his hands holding the laptops, he has nice hands and long fingers with evident veins on the back of his hands.

It's the first time you realize you have always been sitting in this proximity with him on your worn-out couch in your small apartment.

Tonight, the proximity feels exceptionally palpable and you start to notice the nice smell of his perfume.

Seungmin shifts on his seat to put the laptop down on the table.

"It's good," he says then takes a sip of his canned soda.

"Yeah?" You ask but your eyes watching his Adam's apple bob in his neck as he swallows his drink.

He nods.

"Do you think Professor Park will approve?" You ask but your eyes are looking at nowhere but his lips.

"Yes," he confidently says.

You swallow air and lean in close, a hand holds him by the shoulder as you press a kiss on his lips.

The kiss is fizzy and sweet like the orange soda that he just drank. His lips are soft and warm but you notice that he stiffens against your lips.

You hurriedly let go of the kiss, poor guy isn't ready when you hastily decided to kiss him.

"I'm sorry," you say. As much as you hate saying sorry for everything you do that you're not exactly sorry for, the words have to be said.

He stays quiet for a moment then lifts his hand to reach for your hair, putting it all away and putting it behind your ear.

"Can I kiss you back?" He asks.

You eagerly nod.

He slowly brings his face close to you and your eyes are closing out of reflex, you feel his soft kiss on your cheek. When you think he will stop there, he drags his lips to kiss you on each eyelid and your breath quickens as he continues sliding his lips down your cheek to your lips.

There, he kisses you again.

With his tongue, he cleverly parted your mouth open to deepen the kiss and you gasp as you let him taste you more.

Sensing that he wants this as much as you do, you get on his lap and he immediately sits back on the couch.

He curves his hand under your arm and splayed his hand on your back.

There's no way that Seungmin has never dated before, the way he twirls his tongue and brushes his lips over yours, it's impossible if he's this good at kissing and never dated anyone before.

And he knows his hand placement, he’s touching you in the places that usually make you uncomfortable but still, you like how he holds you in place and keeps you safe.

He's officially good at kissing and you wonder if he's good at other things too.

Keeping his mouth busy, your fingers working open the buttons of his shirt one by one but you ditch the plan altogether and decide to glide your hand down his front until you meet the waistband of his jeans.

He catches your hand before you can proceed and breaks the kiss, "not now," he mutters.

"Why not?" You ask and lean in to kiss him again.

He stops you there and smiles, "I haven't taken you on a date yet."

"Well, we can skip the date and just do it, you know?" You've never been shameless about being upfront about it. You know what they want and you know you have the same interest so what's the point of beating around the bush?

"That's not a part of the proposition," he says and he glances at the clock on your laptop screen, "and it's almost midnight, I have to go."

You scoff and reluctantly get off his lap, "this is why I don't date nice guys," you say with a heavy sigh.

Seungmin gathers his things and put everything back into his bag, he cracks a smile seeing your dissatisfied expression, "don't worry about the assignment, I'm sure it'll be approved," he says.

"Okay," you say with a shrug, feeling a tad bitter for being rejected by him.

He lowly chuckles seeing you pouting at the far end of the couch, "I'm going. See you at campus!" He says, waving his hand at you by the doorway before leaving.

Seungmin is nice and smart, he's great, he's a good kisser and has nice square shoulders but love is just... yuck.

You let out a long sigh of relief once you got out of Professor Park's office, your assignment is approved and you feel like the thing that's been weighing down your chest disappeared into thin air.

Seungmin waits by his car and you come up to him to deliver the good news.

"He approved!" You say with a giddy smile.

"Told you, you don't have to worry so much," he says with such coy.

"Thank you," you sincerely say to him with a smile.

He smiles back and unlocks the car, "Get in! I'll drive you to work!"

Okay, you have to give him that, he looks so cool looking calm and confident like that.

"So, you've done your part in the proposition... when can I do mine?" You ask, trying to make it sound casual but it's unusual for you to get nervous talking about it to him.

He gets quiet and you can't help but think what if he has a second thought about the proposition after spending these past few days with you?

"I'll call you to tell you when," he says.

And his answer only makes you even more nervous because what if he really is just playing a social experiment on you? What if he doesn't like you anymore? What if, what if, what if.

"You're going to be late!" He says with a hand gently squeezing your forearm.

You didn't realize that you have arrived at the parking lot of the bookstore, "Yeah," you stutter and quickly gather your bag.

You push the car door open but not getting out yet, "you don't have to pick me up after work," you tell him.

"Yes, I was about to tell you I can't pick you up. I have something to do tonight," he adds.

"Thanks for the ride!" You say before getting out of the car.

It's kind of boring when you get back to your apartment and have nothing to do when it's usually you and Seungmin working on an assignment together. It's clear that you don't miss the assignment, you miss having Seungmin around and listening to his weird ideas out of his smart mouth.

But you have to be the nice girl and wait for the nice guy to call for the date.

How long would it take though?

You start to think that you're getting karma from making all those men wait for your call and you've been dreading a phone call for a week now.

You still meet him on campus but it looks like he's busy with something or he's just straight up wanting to give you hell.

Kim Seungmin is not a nice guy after all.

If this how's he is going to do it then why don't you shift your attention elsewhere but to the cute guy you met in the library.

You don't know why you like cute guys nowadays, but he has dimples on his cheeks so you guess that's why.

"I'm in my second year," he says.

"Oh?" So that means he's younger than you and not that you have problems with age it's just taken you by surprise, also, that explains why he's so cute.

Your phone rings in the middle of the conversation, you ignore it by shoving it inside your bag but it keeps on ringing.

"I'm sorry but I have to take this," you say to your cute date with an apologetic smile.

"Sure yeah," he replies.

You pick it up without seeing the contact name, "hello?"

"Hey, it's me," he says from the other end of the line.

And you recognize the voice, it's Seungmin.

"Yes?" You try to mimic his nonchalant way of talking.

"Just letting you know that the date is tonight," he says.

"Tonight?" You ask in surprise and almost make your date choke on his coffee.

"Yeah," he confirms.

You clear your voice and clear your throat before speaking, "but that's so sudden," you meekly say.

"So... you can't go?" He asks.

Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Doing your part on the proposition?

"No, let's do it tonight," you calmly answer.

"Okay then, I'll pick you up at 7," he says and hangs up.

You put your phone away and look at it, can't believe that he ends the phone call like that after making you wait for a whole week.

Then you see that it's fifteen past four in the afternoon which means you only have less than 3 hours to get ready. You get up from your chair and take your bag.

"Where are you going?"

For a second, you are forgetting your cute date and shoot him a smile, "I have to go somewhere," you say.

But he just looks at you wide-eyed and confused.

Maybe it's time that you stop fooling around and this cute guy deserves someone better than you. You look at him and smile, "you're really cute and nice, I had a fun time but I really have to go," you admit with a grimace.

No matter how much you hate apologizing but you do owe him an apology for abruptly leaving him on a date.

"I'm sorry," you sincerely say.

"That's okay," he responds with a dimpled smile.

The next thing that gets in the way is the outfits, you have zero ideas about where Seungmin may take you tonight. What would a nice guy do on a date? Where would he take you?

Probably candlelight dinner somewhere romantic, that's pretty much the standard of a nice guy. You decide on a simple black dress because it's always the safest choice. It's not too short, it's appropriate, and it's giving a nice girl look with all of your hair down.

A few spritzes of perfume and off you go.

Seungmin's car is already waiting not far from the entrance of your apartment building, you walk there and get inside without waiting for him to let you in first.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask, hurriedly looking for the seatbelt to put on.

He looks at you rather wide-eyed, a bit confused.

It makes you suddenly feel so insecure about yourself, "Is there something wrong?"

He gets quiet for a few seconds before shaking his head, "You look nice!" He says.

That reminds you to look at his outfits and he wears something casual, a black shirt with blue jeans and a dark jacket.

Great, you're overdressed!

"Thanks," you meekly say.

You clear your throat while Seungmin turns the key in the ignition, "where are we going?" You ask and try to sound coy about it.

"We're going to see your favorite band!" He replies.

Turns out, Seungmin did his research very thoroughly and found out that your favorite band is busking at the park tonight.

They're still setting up band equipment when you arrived, you choose to sit on the steps facing the stage but you're struggling to cover your legs since you're wearing a dress.

Seungmin is considerate as he always does. He takes off his jacket and put it on your lap, "Here!"

"Chivalry is not dead after all!" You beam and fix his jacket to cover your legs.

The steps start to fill with more people as the time for the show is getting nearer, "How do you know my favorite band?"

Seungmin was rolling the sleeves of his shirt when you ask, "I see your records collection at your apartment," he simply answers like it doesn't take a math formula to know it.

"But I have a lot!" You point out.

"But I see that you have a lot of records of them," he replies.

"But that could also mean I only like the album covers," you hypothetically remark.

He jerks his head with a scrunched face, "that's impossible! You own one of their rare records!"

That caught you off guard, you didn't think that he would do such detailed research to your liking, you're low-key impressed by him.

"You know there's a much simpler way to know everything that I like," you tell him.

"Yeah?"

You nod and look at him, "you can ask the person yourself," you say with a sly smile.

He sheepishly smiles and places his hand on his knee, "Can I ask you something then?"

"Sure!”

"Do you like me now?"

He caught you off guard again but this time you burst out laughing as a reaction, "We're hardly an hour into our date here."

"So?" He asks with a shrug.

It's that hint of nonchalant attitude that makes him stand out from the other guys you met and mingled with, possibly the most interesting nice guy you've ever met and you're aware of how they contradict each other.

"Ask me again at the end of the date," you say with a sneaky smile.

At the end of the show, Seungmin helps you get up from the steps and you put his jacket on since the night is getting cool.

"Where are we going now?" You always hated being so nosy but Seungmin has been keeping you on your toes by not telling you what his plans for the date are. So far, all of your guesses are missed.

"I thought you were hungry," he says.

"I am!"

He holds your hand and leads you to the other side of the park, "I'm hungry too so I'm thinking we should get somewhere to eat."

You start guessing in your head again, maybe this once your guess will land on the mark, that he would take you somewhere romantic like you expected in your head.

He takes you on a stroll and not hesitates to keep holding your hand wherever you go, somehow you don't feel uncomfortable at all.

There are so many couples taking a stroll in the park so you're grateful that you're not alone among all of these lovey-dovey couples.

"The exit out of the park is this way," you tell him as he keeps going straight.

"There are a lot of food trucks by the river," he says while keeps pulling you with him.

You snort behind him since the park is crowded with people taking pictures of the cherry blossom in bloom.

He looks over his shoulder and sees you laughing, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," you snort again, once again failing on your guess.

Seungmin is truly something.

"What do you want?" He asks as you stop at a food truck to order food.

"I want the cheeseburger but I also kind of want the bacon one," you answer, torn between the two.

"Then we'll order both," he concludes and orders it.

Sitting on the empty bench facing the river with your food in the space between you and him, you can't lie that you're getting hungry just from the sight of it.

"You want to try mine?" He offers.

You don't take the burger from him but take a bite out of it while he holds it, munching it with a grin on your face.

He lets out another smile, one that you like to see on him, the puppy one.

He doesn't wait to take a bite right after you and a dollop of ketchup gets on the corner of his mouth.

"You did that on purpose, don't you?" You say with squinted eyes.

"Huh? What?"

You take a napkin and wipe it clean for him, "there!" You hand the napkin to him after and continue eating your food.

"Did you do that on purpose too?" He suddenly asks.

You look up at him, "what?" You trace your mouth if you got anything on your mouth.

"You do this," he points out at how you always scratch your nose.

"I did?" You ask with eyes widened.

He nods.

Before you can explain, you unconsciously scratch your nose and stop when you're aware of what are you doing.

"I told you it's a habit," you persist and fight the urge to do it again.

"And I told you that it's cute," he says then shoves a few fries into his mouth.

You make another trip to the selections of food trucks and bought ice cream as dessert while taking a stroll back to the parking lot. The night is so warm the ice cream melts in your hand.

You throw the rest of the cone into the garbage bin before getting into the car, Seungmin pulls open the glove box in front of you and takes out a pack of wet wipes.

He pulls two at once and helps you clean your hands with them, he meticulously wipes the spaces between your fingers too. You smile looking at how he cares that much about your hygiene.

"I feel like a surgeon about to go into the operation room," you joke.

But he is unfazed by all of your fun takes on his treatments on you, "I guess we're going home?" he says.

You check the time on your phone screen, "but it's barely 10 pm," you say.

"Then... do you want to go somewhere else?" He asks.

You laugh because once you gave up guessing what he's going to do next, he runs out of plans for the date.

"Are you saying this is the end of the date?" You ask with disbelief.

He innocently nods.

You sit back and keep laughing, he did everything to get on a date with you but the date itself is... you wouldn't say lame, he’s just didn't prepare it well.

"Let's just go somewhere," you say before your laughs start to annoy him.

"Your place?"

"No!" You refuse rather too quickly.

If you went to your place then he would get to use the 'it's midnight time to go home' excuse on you.

"Let's go to your place," you say without looking at him, afraid that he would read your intentions.

He looks at you for a few seconds and you bravely look back at him, using all the force you have in you to remain calm.

"Okay!" He agrees then starts the car engine.

Seungmin lives quite far from the university while you live not very far, it's a mystery how he manages to always get there before you. Or it could be because you're just lazy.

His apartment building has an elevator that works and he lives on the eighth floor, can only imagine what kind of view he gets from his apartment.

"Come in!" He says as he pushes the apartment door open to let you in.

He doesn't have that much furniture in his place, everything is neatly placed and well organized. The door to his bedroom is slightly ajar, you can only take a little peek at what it looks like but you see his bed is made.

"Please, sit down!" He gestures to the long sofa that is unlike the worn-out couch you have at your place.

You sit in the middle and he hands you a blanket from the armrest of the sofa.

"Want to drink something?" He asks.

"Yes, please?"

"Water, juice or soda?"

"I'd like a glass of wine actually," you say in an attempt to tease him.

He turns around and heads to the kitchen, opening the cabinet to pull out a bottle of wine which surprises you that he really has one.

"I only have red wine, is that alright?"

"More than alright!" You reply with a smile.

You wait for him while taking off his jacket, gently placing it on the empty stool next to the sofa then unfolding the blanket to cover your legs with it.

Seungmin returns with the bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, you take them from him so he can open the bottle.

He carefully pours wine into both glasses and takes one from your hand, clinking your glass together to finally take a sip.

"Can I ask you the question again now?" he asks, putting his wine glass down on the table.

You finish your glass to make him wait for your answer, "but it's not the end of the date yet," you disagree with him.

You put down your glass and turn to face him on the sofa, "and you have to pass the basic interview first!"

"The basic interview?"

You shush him and think of a question to ask him, "first question: since when do you like me?"

He turns his head at you with an intrigued expression on his face, "ever since we took the same class together," he answers.

You trace back to the time you first met him in economy class and it was back to almost a year ago, you didn't know he's been liking you ever since.

"Second question: why do you like me?"

He takes his time to answer and turns at you to deliver it, "because you are smart but I'm obviously smarter," he begins.

"I'll take that as a compliment," you let out a snide comment at him.

"You're very honest in an almost rude way," he adds.

"I'll... also take that as a compliment," you comment.

"I said almost," he reminds you.

You roll your eyes at him in response.

"And you're very genuine, there's nothing fake about you," he concludes.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "maybe I do but you just don't know," you poke fun at him.

"I would have seen it if you had any," he says.

You chuckle at how confident he is of himself and move on to the next question, "What do you like about me then?"

"Everything!"

You groan at the typical answer, "how cliché!"

"You want me to name a specific part of you that I like?"

You nod.

"But I don't have any specific part of you that I like, I like every part of you that makes you, you," he explains and you hate to admit it but he did sound so cool when he said it.

Certainly not an answer you had in mind that you don't know how to properly react to that.

"I like you as a whole," he says with his doe eyes staring right at you.

You're not supposed to feel this way, right? But you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as they start heating. You start to laugh because it's the only proper way you know to react to his words.

"Are you blushing?" He points out.

"No!" You deny his question rather too quickly again.

He chuckles at you and takes the bottle of wine to refill your glass.

"You know you don't have to say all that," you tell him.

"But you're asking," he coyly replies.

"I mean," you take the bottle of wine from him and put it away, taking his hand then taking the front of his shirt, "Just kiss me already!"

You pull him by the shirt you crumple in your hand and bring his face close to you, locking your lips with his, closer and closer until the gap is closing.

This is long overdue, you have zero patience left and Seungmin is a damn good kisser, you can't stop now, you're not letting it go.

You push him back against the sofa then gets on his lap, straddling him with your hands caging him in between, smirking as you're about to sink your mouth into his again.

Seungmin unexpectedly returns the kisses with such enthusiasm with his hands begin to touch you, tracing the curve of your body clothed in skin tight dress.

You keep kissing him, forcing his head to tilt upward, earning you access to deepen the kiss.

He lets out little whimpers every time you tugged his lips between your teeth like a little puppy.

He's probably running out of breath that he gently pushes you away, making a space between your faces yet he stays with his head resting back on the sofa.

His eyes easily find yours and stare at them, then put all of your hair away to take a better look at you.

His hands then trace the frame of your face, eyes, nose, and lips. He touches them so tenderly as if he’s touching flower petals.

It's the way his eyes light up when he looks into your eyes again that gets you, he brushes your hair to the side and softly smiles, then mutters, "you're really pretty."

You don't know how he did that but you believe that he's being genuine, Seungmin has been nothing but honest about what he says and does.

Then you feel something in your stomach, a feeling that was once familiar and only made you sick before. Your heart is beating faster and you start to think he could hear it so you kiss him again.

Seungmin slowly slumps down on his seat and the next thing you know both of your bodies are tangled on the sofa with his body weighing on top of you.

In the heat of the moment, he suddenly breaks the kiss and props his hand next to you.

"Why? What's wrong?" You ask because of how abruptly he stopped kissing you.

"It's getting late," he says.

You glance at the clock on the wall and the time shows it's 10 past midnight, you glare at him in disbelief, "don't tell me that you're going to send me home?" You wildly guess because it seems like the nice guy in him kicks in.

He lowly chuckles at you, "I'm saying we should take it to the bedroom," he says with a sly smile.

That means the nice guy in him is off for the night and that's exactly what you want, you want him bad.

He gets up first and holds out his hand at you which you eagerly take, walking behind him as he leads you to his room.

He turns around once you step into the room and says, "I have to check if you have something on you."

You tip your head to the side in confusion, "Huh?"

He lets go of you to put his hands on your shoulders, "do you carry anything dangerous with you?" He asks, patting the side of your body as if you're going through a security check.

You softly chuckle at him and hum while thinking of an answer, "not that I know of," you cheekily answer.

His hands stop at your waist then he slowly pushes you to the wall, "I have to do a full body check then," he utters to you with his body pins against yours.

He's so hot gleeful and sly like this, you're trapped in his gaze as he looks down on you and put your hands up, pins them above your head.

He presses his forehead on yours to softly kiss the tip of your nose and oh... these butterflies used to make you sick.

He drops your hands onto his shoulders and holds you close, burying his mouth in your neck, drinking in your scent.

Catching him off guard, you turn him around and have him pinned against the wall with your body, "what about you?" You ask with your finger hooks on the opening of his shirt.

"Do you have anything dangerous on you, sir?" You ask again with a loopy grin.

He slumps down just enough to be on the same eye level as you and throws his hands up, surrendering himself to you.

Your hands begin to pat around his body, feeling the firmness of his body against his shirt to eventually meet his stiff member inside its confine.

"Now, that's dangerous!" You lowly murmur to his ear.

Without warning, he wraps his hands around you to unzip your dress.

He doesn't wait to part it open and take it off you, until the piece of clothing pooling around your ankle. He keeps taking steps forward forcing you to walk backward until the back of your legs hit the bed frame.

Slowly, you sit on the edge of the bed and hold his hands before laying down, pulling him with you, sending him toppled on top of you.

With the room staying dimly lit with the only source of light coming from the bedside lamp, Seungmin's jaws appear firmer, prominent and he's just so fucking attractive.

There's no need to confirm how wet you are down there just from having his body on you.

His long fingers trace your jaw before lowering his mouth on you again, so slowly as if he's kissing something so fragile.

With the proximity, your hands work to open his shirt while he keeps your mouth busy with slow, deep kisses.

You impatiently rip his shirt open the second you succeed in opening the last button and Seungmin helps by taking it off of him, then throws it aside. You won't waste another second touching his body with your hands. He's not muscular but his body is firm and lean, and his skin is warm like the morning sun.

The hunger for him grows bigger as your hands go lower to unbutton his jeans open and Seungmin abruptly stops kissing you.

Your mouth is agape, panting and your eyes snap open to find his staring into you. You slightly got panicked thinking that you must've done something he's uncomfortable with, "Wha—"

He buries his head in your neck again even before you can finish your question, kissing you there, tasting your skin with his tongue. You gasp when he softly bites your ear shell and he drags his mouth down your chest.

A shiver goes down your spine as he gently kisses your sternum and leaves a wet mark on the skin, funny that it feels like he just sets your body on fire.

He continues his trail of kisses and not stopping even though his mouth is getting closer to where you wanted him the most.

You mewl the moment his mouth lands on your clothed core, his breath feels heavy and hot between your legs.

He looks at you as his hands start pulling your underwear down your legs and off of you, kissing your inner thighs after.

With his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs, his mouth once again closing into your heating core, he hasn't touched it but you feel the tingle already.

It feels soft and warm that you let out a delightful sigh, his mouth on your delicate flesh and you're taking in all these delights with your eyes closed.

Everything he does with his mouth is so subtle and smooth yet he presses on the right spots rather intensely.

You have nothing to say but let him take you higher and drown you in pleasure.

Then he suddenly stops and lifts his head to look at you, "you're so quiet," he says.

You look down at him, at his head hanging between your legs with disheveled hair.

"You don't like it? Want me to stop?" He asks again.

You look him in the eyes and ask, "Did I tell you to stop?"

You prop an elbow and your other hand reaches for his head, "do you hear me telling you to stop?"

He stays still for a few seconds then places his mouth on you to continue the deed.

"That's what I'm saying," you say as he twirls his tongue on your clit ever so slowly like licking an ice cream and it slowly melts under his tongue.

Your hand tangles in his hair and tug at it every time the pleasure feels too intense, another way to tell him that your silence doesn't mean that you're not enjoying it. It's the opposite, it's too good that you can't find anything to say but enjoy every second of it.

Your moans grow louder as your breath quickens, and the knot inside you comes to the point that you can't hold it in anymore.

Seungmin seems to sense that you're coming close to your high and continues what brings you the most pleasure using his mouth.

Your back is arching as you seek more even though you're on the verge of exploding and when you finally do, you try so hard not to clamp Seungmin's head between your legs.

You pull him by the shoulder to hover above you, "A nice guy who knows how to eat me out, huh?"

With your hand on his neck, you pull him close to kiss him.

"I think that's my new ideal type," you add with your lips grazing his as you speak.

He gets flustered by your words then kisses you again while you use the opportunity to taste yourself on him.

And maybe he senses how needy you are for him that he puts a space between your bodies, slowly pulling away from the kiss.

"Just a second," he says and crawls over to the side, taking something out from a drawer.

You take the time to take off your bra and put it away, sitting on the bed while waiting for Seungmin.

"I can help you with that," you say with a sly grin since he takes quite a long time to put on a condom.

"Are you that impatient?" He asks without looking at you.

You laugh at his remark and find him crawling back at you, crashing his body on top of yours, kissing you ferociously that when he finally lets go, you gasp for air.

He then shifts his focus to enter you, wetting the tip with your essence to slowly push it in.

You spread your legs wider the deeper he goes and draw his body closer, he feels so good inside that you feel like going to climax one more time despite you just had it a few minutes ago.

In the midst of it, he looks at you for any signs of discomfort on you.

"I can take you well," you assure him with a grin.

He lowly chuckles and kisses you again, probably to shut you up from making another playful remark at him.

Seungmin thrusts deep and slow, everything about it so sensual, his hair that falls around his face and the way his jaws clench and unclench.

You usually never cared much about who wants to please or get pleased, tonight exceptionally, you want to do the former. Holding him by the shoulders, you turn him over and have him under you, you take a moment just to look at him, at how gorgeous he looks underneath you.

You place your hands on his chest and start slowly rolling your hips, letting him feel how good it feels being inside you.

Feeling mischievous, you intentionally clench around him and watch how his face contorted in pleasure.

"You like that?" You ask him.

He sighs before answering you, "I'll let you know later," he pokes fun.

You glare and clench around him again, your teeth faintly biting your lower lip.

He groans with his hands gripping each side of your waist, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Seungmin doesn't want to play along anymore, so he gets up and wraps his hands around you, holding you still without stopping you from moving on top of him.

You manage to break your hands away from his confine and put them around his neck, bringing your mouth close to his ear you say, "cum for me like a nice guy you are," you say with a giggle.

He looks up at you with eyes wide and dark with lust, then without warning, he lowers you down to the space between his legs on the bed.

He has you trapped under and between his arms, he intensely stares into your eyes like there's something so intriguing happening in them.

A hand wraps around your neck to angle your head for a deep kiss, he starts thrusting into you again so slowly but each thrust sends him deeper into you.

He hits you right on the spot repeatedly but you want to play it fair, you want him to cum first before you do.

It seems like he's not going to last long as his movements are getting sloppy, his breathing is ragged and heavy. You clung to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and let him ram into you, chasing his high.

"That feels so good," you breathlessly mutter into his ear, not letting the pleasure goes unnoticed this time around.

"Seungmin oh..." you mutter with a broken moan.

That seems to work since he starts to pick up the pace, tirelessly moving in and out of you. He rakes your hands from around his shoulders, intertwining his hands with yours and pinning them on each side of you

For a second, you dare to stare back and feel the warmth of his brown eyes.

And this is the closest you've ever seen of him.

"Seungmin..." you unconsciously call for him like you need the assurance that you didn't dream all of this.

He tenderly kisses you in response to your call, summoning the butterflies to start flying around in your stomach.

And these butterflies used to make you sick but now these butterflies make you fly away.

Seungmin lets out a raw groan and stifles a thrust as he finally hits his high. Little did you know that you were cumming as well a moment after him.

He kisses your open mouth for a sloppy kiss then buries his head in the crook of your neck, panting so close to your ear.

Your arms are wrapped around him as you also try to rearrange your breathing.

"So, do you like me now?" Seungmin suddenly asks.

You're too tired to even lift your hand but you can't help but laugh at his question, how he is still able to ask you that question in a moment like this.

You turn your head to the side to look at him, "ask me again when you're not inside me."

You wake up the next day to the smell of coffee wafting through the bedroom door left ajar, you're still too drowsy to put on something so you wrap yourself with a blanket and drag it with you.

Seungmin is brewing coffee in the kitchen, pouring hot water with utmost concentration like he was doing surgery rather than brewing a pot of coffee.

"Morning!" You greet with a sleepy smile and sit on the empty stool facing the kitchen island.

He looks up and there's a faint, wry smile on his face at the sight of you wrapped in his blanket.

"Coffee?" He offers.

"Yes, please!"

He turns around and opens the top cabinet to get a mug, places it in front of you then pours the hot steaming coffee. Even just the smell of it awakens you almost instantly and you inhale more of it before taking a small sip.

"Are you working today?" He asks.

You nod since you're too busy sipping your coffee to provide a verbal answer.

Seungmin pours himself a cup of coffee too and wraps his hands around it, "what time does your shift start?"

You clear your throat and answer, "later in the afternoon. I'm working full shift on the weekend."

He carefully sips his coffee, "want me to drive you there?"

"Just drive me home. I can get to work myself," you kindly refuse his offer and sip your coffee again.

He nods and puts down his mug on the countertop, he looks so calm like last night left no impression on him whatsoever.

Is it normal that you feel a little disappointed with that?

"I need to shower," you blurt out and hastily take a sip of your coffee.

"New toothbrush on the second drawer and clean towels on the top rack," he informs.

"What about you?" You ask while holding the mug close to your lips.

"Huh?"

"Don't you need to shower too?"

"I've already showered," he says.

You scoff and sip your coffee for one last time, "of course you are!"

Once you put down your mug, you stop clutching the blanket and let it drop onto the floor. You ignore the goosebumps raised on your skin from being exposed to the cool morning air.

You boldly look at him but he stays unfazed, sipping his coffee while looking back at you.

You scoff in disbelief and get up from the stool, standing in front of him only in your underwear.

"It's your loss!" You say to him before leaving for the bathroom with your attempt to lure him has come to a failure.

There's a knock on the door as you're putting on your dress from last night, "Come in!"

Seungmin comes in through the door and sees you struggling to zip up your dress, "let me help you," he says, coming to stand behind you.

You put all of your hair to the side and let him help you, "thanks!"

Seungmin then sits on the end of the bed, "Come here! I'll help you dry your hair," he pats the space next to him.

Instead of sitting there, you sit on his lap and put your hand around his shoulder.

He sighs and reaches for the towel in your hand, putting them around your head to gently dry your hair with it. His eyes are looking somewhere else, he looks into your eyes then at your lips, and back to your eyes again.

"Don't look at me like that if you're not going kiss me," you say with your fingers lazily scratching the hair on the back of his head.

He pauses and looks at you, "who says I'm not going to kiss you?"

He lowers his hand to the nape of your neck and holds you there as he presses a kiss on your lips, slowly at first but the moment he puts his other hand on your waist, he kisses you harder, deeper.

His slick tongue invades your mouth to taste you more while your hand fisted the collar of his shirt.

If only you didn't need to breathe, you wouldn't have to gently push him away and break the kiss. He smiles when he looks at you and continues drying your hair with the towel like nothing has happened.

Seungmin lends you one of his hoodies for you to put on over your dress, he helps by putting it on you like you don’t know how to put it on yourself.

A grin rises on his face when your head pops through the opening of the hoodie, he is quick to fix your hair for you and put it behind your ear.

Something about it makes your heart pitter-patter, it's so unlike you to melt just from a simple gesture but you get the urge to peck his lips and so you did.

He stops the car by the entrance of your apartment building since you insist that you will get to work yourself.

"Want me to pick you up after work?"

You hate to ask him something and bother him with it but the idea of seeing him again makes it a little hard to resist, "I would love that," you beam.

He nods, "alright then!"

You unbuckle the safety belt and grab your bag, ready to leave.

"I'll see you later then," you say and reach for the lock of the car door.

He grabs you by the sleeve of your hoodie, "so, do you like me now?"

You stop on your track and burst into a laugh, he still won't stop asking you the question even though it's obvious what the answer is. You just know that he's merely curious and not faking it either.

You pull him by the front of his shirt and give him a long peck on the lips as an answer. He didn't expect that, that when you let go, his mouth hangs open.

"Bye!" You say, flashing him a smile before getting out of the car.

You're not supposed to feel this way, right?

Listening to love songs and they start to make sense. Nice weather makes you feel sentimental. You're mad when he keeps calling you on the phone but hates it when he doesn't. He looks at you all mushy and follows you like a puppy, strangely, you enjoy it.

Everything about it is so cute and you wonder how you didn't get sick in the stomach from all of that.

You get off work and Seungmin is waiting in his car, you break into a run like you can't wait to meet him again, at least you know that's a fact.

"How's work?" He asks the moment you sit on the passenger's side.

"Alright, I guess," you answer.

"Hungry?"

"Famished," you reply with a frown.

He takes something from the backseat of his car, and to your surprise, it's a bouquet of flowers. You can't help but smile, then burst out laughing when you realized that something like this would make you groan in disgust.

In reality, receiving flowers like this is kind of nice and they smell wonderful too.

"What is this?" You fake an annoyed pout at him, "I can't eat this!"

He chuckles and takes something else from the backseat of the car, a bag of food, and put it on your lap.

Your smile grows wider and you impatiently rummage inside to take out the food he bought for you.

"Eat well!" He says and turns the car engine on.

Every day for the past two weeks after the date is spent like this, apart from meeting you at the campus, he picks you up from work and stays over at your place after.

You both huddle on your small worn-out couch which will ultimately lead to a make-out session and time flies fast when you're spending it with someone you really like.

He slowly lets go of the kiss and pecks you on the lips. You take this as a cue that its midnight and he's going to leave soon, you heavily sigh before speaking.

"It's midnight and the nice guy has to go home?" You sneer at him with your hands fixing the collars of his shirt.

He hovers above you and brushes your hair to the side, you like it whenever he do that, you feel somehow admired and taken care of.

"It's midnight..." he pauses to peck your lips, "so it's time for bed."

Your ears perked up like hearing something so exciting, "huh?"

"We should go to bed and you must be tired too, right?"

You hesitate to ask but you need to know if he plans on spending the night with you, "Are you staying?"

"Or you prefer this nice guy to leave?" He asks back, getting back at you for all of your snarky comments about him.

You change into comfortable clothes, smirking when you catch Seungmin has been watching you through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

You take a stand next to him and brush your teeth together facing the sink, you lend him the biggest t-shirt you have in your closet for him to wear to bed.

It feels nice when you finally lay down on the bed after a long day, it feels exceptionally nice that Seungmin is lying next to you.

Never in a million years, did you like having someone invading your private space like this but in the nicest way possible.

He kisses your forehead and says, "Goodnight!"

You turn to face him on the bed and pout, "We're just going to sleep and do nothing?"

He lowly chuckles with eyes closed, "yes."

You exhale a long breath while looking up at the ceiling, "this is so lame," you grumble.

"I am lame," Seungmin casually says.

"Very, very lame," you say but nuzzle your head into his neck.

As tired as you are, you can't fall asleep because your heart keeps beating fast like you just ran a mile instead of lying on the bed for the past hour.

You watch him sleep with his arm around you and you get to hold him close, smelling his musky scent that you like so much, and stare at his face as much as you want.

Love is some hocus pocus shit, got you completely bewitched.

Then you got reminded of something, you carefully get off the bed without waking Seungmin in the process and tiptoe to the kitchen.

The flower bouquet Seungmin gave to you is still lying on the kitchen counter, you hurriedly fill a pitcher with water and put the flowers in it.

They're so pretty, you touch the delicate petals and admire them, smell the floral scent that relaxes you.

You have a glass of water before returning to the bedroom, standing by the doorway to watch Seungmin sleeping so soundly in your bed and he's wearing your clothes, looking like he belongs there in the first place.

"Stop watching me sleep, creep!" He mutters without opening his eyes.

You giggle for being caught red-handed, rush to him to lie on top of him. He groans when you put all of your weight on him then pulls the duvet and put it over you.

"You know you're more attractive when you're quiet and still," you joke.

He puts your hands around you and holds you tight for a second, he manages to land a kiss on your head with his eyes closed.

"So.... do you like me now?" He asks.

Is that even a question? Here's an answer then.

Seungmin is smart, he's nice, and thoughtful. He can be mean but he's honest. He has a weird sense of humor. He not only has a puppy smile, but he acts like one too. He has nice square shoulders, is a good kisser, and knows how to eat you out. Seungmin is great and likes you so much but love is just...

Fuck! You think this is it. This is love.

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heylookliisten · 2 years

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some dating rockstar!eddie and him being on his first tour thoughts i have swimming in my brain

he has a hard time saying goodbye. he’s so in love with you and it just feels wrong to not be by your side. you give him something of yours to take with him. whether it’s a piece of your jewelry he’ll wear everyday or one of your old t-shirts he can’t sleep without. his band mates have to pull him away from your goodbye because he will make them late giving you “just one more” kiss

eddie buys you something from every stop they make. even if it’s just a simple stop to get gas for the tour bus, he’s waltzing in there and buying whatever seems right. he sends them out with little notes highlighting where he got them and why he picked it out. you keep them all in a box for safe keeping

phone calls never go unanswered. you and eddie promised each other this when he first got told about the tour. whether he’s staying up until the early hours of the morning to catch you coming home from work or you sneaking in a call when your boss isn’t looking to exchange i love yous

eddie dedicates every performance to you. he gets a little carried away and starts going on so many tangents about you to the crowd that the band has to remind him to start the next song. the whole country practically knows you halfway through the tour

you bought eddie a polaroid to take with him on the road. he takes silly photos of him and the band, crowds from his shows, and of sites he thinks you’d like. you started a photo wall in your apartment with them

one day eddie mentions being a little homesick so you send him some photos yourself. a few of wayne and dustin together, some of steve and robin in the middle of some weird conversation, and one special one nancy took of you. it was simple, you’re laughing at something she said while wearing eddies vest. he carries it in his wallet always and gives it a little kiss before each show

when corroded coffin comes on the radio for the first time you and the whole gang have a listening party. eddie called beforehand to mention a stations doing a feature on them. wayne makes sure he’s off from work and you all huddle around a radio to hear them. you call him back afterwards and he has a giddy smile as everyone says how proud they are of him

the trip back to hawkins is the longest and toughest for eddie. he’s buzzing with anticipation and moves frantically to unload the bus. everyone has to tell him to slow down but he just can’t he needs to see you now. the world seems to be moving so fast and his heart is practically beating out of his chest, but all of that stops when he enters your apartment

you were sitting on the couch watching whatever late night television had to offer when the door opened. you look over and instantly your features brighten. in lightning speed you get up and are tackling him in a hug. eddie wastes no time pulling you as close as physically possible and squeezing with all his might. he’s overwhelmed by how perfect you fit in his arms, the lingering smell of your perfume, the happy twinkle in your eyes, and then the comforting feeling of your lips against his

you smile sweetly at him as you whisper “welcome back, baby” and suddenly eddies hit with a comfort he’s been missing on the road. everywhere he went he always felt like there was something missing. being in your dimly lit apartment and stealing quick kisses is when it finally clicks. he was missing you. you were his inspiration, his dream, his heart, and most importantly his home

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chogiwow · 1 year

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hello, mr. lee | lee know

pairing: platonic ; gn!reader x lee know

genre: slice of life, angst

wc: 3k+

warnings: allusions to abusive family, dysfunctional family, bruises, mention of blood | reader and minho are not romantically paired !!

a/n: i forgot i had this in my drafts still, so repost it is !

minho first saw you when he was taking out the trash.

there you were, sitting on the ground in front of your door in your school uniform, hunched up over your knees and twiddling your thumbs absentmindedly.

he must have looked surprised when you turned your head towards him, because you smiled sweetly; vivid purple marks were visible on your cheeks and your lips looked bruised too.

"you okay kid?" he asks. and he wonders why he asks too, because he never asks; he is not a tad bit interested in his neighbours. his supposed humane nature had probably been nudged on seeing your beat up face.

"what– oh this?" you point at your face, still crouching on the mosaic flooring, "i fell down."

you laugh a silly little laugh, visibly wincing when you grinned too wide and the cut on your lips stung.

"you're the new neighbour aren't you? i saw you when you were moving in. yeji thinks you're kinda hot – yeji's my best friend – but she finds every other person hot. although i would say that you're kind of cute, oh i also saw your cat, is it a he or a she? they're really cute too. i'm positive though i saw you feeding a different cat yesterday though–"

oh god you were a talkative one; and impulsive too, you seemed to have no switch off button.

"–what's your cats' names?"

minho blinks in surprise at your abrupt question, but he finds himself answering under the attention of your big eyes that stared up at him innocently.

"soonie, doongie and dori…"

you gasp, slapping a hand up to your mouth, surprising him again.

"you have three cats?! oh my god you're so lucky! you see, i love cats even though i'm allergic to them but my mom won't let me have one because she says it's too much work to look after a cat."

your voice grew sad at the end but almost immediately you smiled up at him leaving him more confused than ever.

you were weird, but endearingly so.

clearing his throat, minho speaks, "good day then."

although you do wave to him, he can't help but notice your appealing eyes that follow him as he opens his door making him feel ridiculously conscious of his every move.

it's only after he's closed his door does he realise that he never really asked how you had fallen to have gotten hurt so badly; you never really gave him a chance to speak.

but whatever you may say, that fall must have been interesting

ii.

"hello mr. lee, are you going for a workout?"

minho blinked at you in surprise when you popped out of nowhere, again in your school uniform and with a fresh bruise on your face.

"no," he says shortly, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder before walking briskly. he had no intentions of engaging in a conversation with a high schooler at six in the morning.

"oh, you're dressed up in sweats though," you point out, happily skipping beside him.

oh god no, please he really doesn't want to talk right now.

"i'm a dance major."

your lips form a circle of surprise, eyes brightening up at the mention of dance and minho was somehow left feeling drained at the amount of cheeriness you were displaying at the crack of dawn.

"you're a dancer?! that's so cool mr. lee! what type of dance do you usually do? or do they teach you all types in uni? oh oh! did you start dancing at a young age? what's your favorite type of–"

please someone, anyone out there, please save him from this bouncing ball of excitement beside him.

he took his time answering your questions, and you grew considerably excited as he kept talking, albeit uninterestedly and with a lot of sighs whenever you interrupted him, but nonetheless he let you interrogate him till you reached the bus stop.

"wow mr. lee, you must have so much fun right?"

minho had no answer to your excited rhetoric, instead dwindling upon how he in fact, did not find this rigourous lifestyle fun at all and though he had a lot to vent about on the matter, he decided to keep his mouth shut in your cheerful presence. besides, what would a high schooler know? you were still wet behind the ears, and probably regarded him as a cool person due to your obliviousness of what university life actually was.

his gaze rests on the newly forming bruise under your eye just for a moment before looking away lest you catch him staring at you.

"fell again?" he asks nonchalantly, bringing his finger up to the spot on his face where you had gotten hurt.

"i can be very clumsy sometimes." you chuckle abashedly, gingerly touching your face and shrugging, "oh, here's my bus; have a good day mr. lee!"

minho is no idiot; he may be oblivious to a lot of things around him, but he is not an idiot. and he is positive that no matter how tired he is every night, his mind could not have conjured up the muffled sounds of yelling from next door. at least not three nights in a row, and the bruises on your face could not have been a result of falling down.

he finds himself returning your wave from the bus and watches the bus till it disappears round the corner.

iii.

this was bad.

whatever was happening next door was bad and it left a bitter taste on minho's tongue.

not only had he heard the worst yells from your apartment three days ago, but he had completely missed you on your way to school, that is, if you had gone to school. the radio silence that had followed had not made things any less ominous.

in the course of those three days he had considered paying you a visit, and had even found himself almost on the verge of ringing your doorbell but at the last moment retracted his fist ready to knock and walked away slowly back to his apartment.

what would he even say? how would he explain his visit?

whatever, it wasn't his business. and clearly, he wasn't supposed to mind either, since you did tell him that your bruises were due to falling, and not…

and not what, idiot? he berates himself, massaging the migraine he had been trying to nurse for the past few hours. if it was indeed what he suspected it was, he was doubtful he could be much help if you refused to make it an issue. besides, he didn't like getting all up in other people's business.

but what was he supposed to do when you turn up with new bruises, the old ones underneath healing?

"hello mr. lee, out to throw trash?"

for a moment minho debates whether he should bring up the darkened patch of skin on your arm, but he resists when he sees you smiling at him, a little less happily than usual and your tired eyes blinking at him almost expectantly.

"what else?" he shakes the black trash bag in his hands, taking out the plastic bottles and crushing them before tossing them into the right bin.

you grin at him, joining him with your own bag of trash, the sound of crushing bottles and crinkling plastics filling in the emptiness that your mutual silence had offered.

for minho it was disconcerting to say the least, not hearing you babble away or question him as you so often did. he tried talking once or twice, always opening his mouth and glancing at you. but you never looked back at him, so seemingly engaged in the important task of discarding trash. he was almost surprised at his lack of words, realising a little late that it was mostly you who did the talking and he'd listen.

you finished before him, rubbing your hands and patting them on the back of your jeans.

"goodnight then mr. lee, i'll see you around." you smile at him, dragging your feet across the pavement as if hesitating to leave. a sudden wave of emotion washes over minho who notices the way you stub your toe on the ground, fiddling with your hands and rubbing your shoulder.

you turn around with some effort, a dread settling at the pit of your stomach that weighs down on you with every step you take and the closer you are to your house. it's then that he calls out, making you stop and turn in your tracks, looking back at him expectantly and almost hoping that you wouldn't have to go home just yet.

there's too much minho wants to say right, too many questions that sit on the tip of his tongue in a tangle but are held back by hesitant chains at the back of his throat.

"you okay kid?"

a split second of vulnerability slashes through you, threatening to break you apart and you almost tear up.

bringing yourself to talk in this state would be a mistake, one that would make minho liable and you did not want that.

you nod at him, attempting a weak smile that you hope is excusable, albeit pretentious.

with that your back is again turned to him and you walk away leaving minho clutching on to the black plastic bag in his hand.

iv.

minho found you sitting again in front of the door, except this time it was the door to his house.

you're crouched against the wall, knees pulled up to your chin and rocking back and forth gently, cradling a small ginger cat he came to realise was his own.

when you see him you instantly brighten up, but minho is far from happy to see you. it's not your presence he's displeased at exactly, it's the way his eyes are drawn to the cuff of your school shirt, the red stain on it quite obviously from the fresh cut on your lips.

"mr. lee, you're back! i found this cute little thing outside when i came home, it was scratching on my door," you laugh, nuzzling your nose into the cat's fur eliciting a purr of approval, "i thought i might just keep it company in case something happened."

seemingly avoiding your words, minho steps forward and swipes his thumb across your lips gingerly, a frown on his face.

surprised you step back, sputtering in bewilderment and clutching on to the cat in your hands almost like a shield.

"come in," he says shortly and without waiting for a response he stalks into his home and heads straight to the washroom, leaving you standing awkwardly in the doorway.

the cat jumps out of your arms, and you close the door behind you, debating whether you should shut it in the first place or not.

minho returns shortly, a box of first aid in his hands and another cat in tow.

"aren't you going to come in?" he questions, although it is anything but that because you're left with no choice but to follow him into the living room where he motions for you to sit on the couch. you do so, removing the bag from your shoulder and folding your hands on your lap.

sitting in front of you, minho begins to unravel the contents of the box one by one, uncapping the lid of the antiseptic before putting some on a cotton ball and dabbing at your lips.

you don't flinch away this time but you do hiss in pain, blinking your eyes furiously to keep the inadvertent tears pricking your eyes like the burn on your lips, fingers knotting around each other and steadily avoiding his face that was so close to yours.

you could vividly smell his body scent, a mix of sweat and a subtle deodorant, the kind that was gentle to the nose; the two were so distinctly separated from each other yet still blended in a comfortable scent that you felt like you could inhale for days on end, unlike the strong stench of cheap knock off perfumes your mother mother drenched herself in so often, it made you want to throw up.

"you've been falling too often these days kid, are you sure you're okay?"

if you didn't know any better you would have thought that minho was teasing you, but you knew that was not the case. minho was very smart, so you had perceived from whatever conversation he had contributed to, but he was also a no nonsense person, which you had been thankful for because he had his subtle way of showing his concern without being overbearing about it.

somehow you had always been comforted by that knowledge, that he was quietly watching over you.

"that's because i'm too clumsy."

your answer remains the same as ever; this time muttered quietly and without an abashed grin. they hold much more weight in them, more than ever, and your eyes that fail to meet his and the downturn of your lips that refuse to move despite your half hearted attempts are self sufficient in breaking away your facetiousness.

minho stays quiet, mostly because he's calculating the next words in his mind but also because you make no attempt at moving away, sitting still like a piece of wood, eyes steadily focused on your hands that remained atop each other in your lap.

he is saved of saying much though because you both hear a loud crash from next door.

your head snaps towards the source of the sound and you're visibly scared, snatching up your bag from the floor and almost tripping in air trying to get to the door as quick as possible.

minho is still processing everything, his hands shooting out to hold you back and his heart almost clenching when you turn to him with your shaking eyes. your mouth quivered and your fingers were clenched around the strap of your bag so tightly, he could see your knuckles whitening.

"you don't have to go," he says, his words followed by a muffled shout and another thump.

you're frozen to your spot, torn in between wrenching yourself free and rushing home and throwing your arms around this kind neighbour. the only neighbour who had talked to you.

save me, you yelled, but all that came out was a shake of your head and a wobbly smile that made your eyes tear up again.

"i should go, my mom...she needs me."

you gulp, shifting your eyes nervously to his fingers that circled around your wrist firmly but gently, and a part of you hoped he would let go.

minho nods understandingly, never quite loosening his grip around your wrist and says quietly, "i suppose she does need you."

raising his hand cautiously he wipes away the tear running down your cheek and you're ashamed at having shed tears in the first place; it's incomprehensible to you and embarrasses you but you're temporarily shocked at how gently he was touching your cheeks, hands lingering there longer than you had ever known and without the sting that always followed.

"if you… fall again, i'll be right here."

you nod in earnest at his offer and minho realises that's the extent of help you were willing to let him offer.

epilogue

it's been two months since minho had last seen you. you had been standing in his small living room, scared and shaking.

the noises next door had quietened down and he no longer opened his door in the morning to your smiling face full of small bruises. he knows it has something to do with the call he had put through that night.

he was sorry to see you go without so much as a goodbye because quite frankly, things had happened so quickly he had never gotten the time to see you off. he was sorry he had put you through that, but it had to be done.

he had returned home that evening to his cat nibbling on a piece of paper, which looked like it had been torn off hastily from a notebook and had snatched it before further damage was done to it, earning a loud purr of disapproval from his cat.

he had kept it safe inside his wallet since that day.

every night before opening the door to his house he would gaze at yours, wondering what was behind the greying door. then he would take the garbage out and would almost be disappointed that you weren't already there realising with a jolt that you no longer lived here.

the first three weeks had been the same, but he had come to accept it, for your betterment. he did the right thing, you were safe now.

and yet it saddened him a little when he walked to the bus stop alone. he had come to be tolerably affectionate of your banters and quirks and the way you had a penchant for tripping over your untied laces.

tonight he was running a little late, having visited the supermarket to stock up his groceries and cat food.

both hands weighed down by plastic bags, he huffed his way across the street walking briskly to his apartment; his cats would no doubt look at him reproachfully for the late dinner.

finally reaching his doorstep he almost dumps the bags on the ground, shuffling in his bag for the key and cursing under his breath. he doesn't even spare a glance at your door anymore.

finding his key, he shoves it into the lock and curses more when it takes some effort to turn it open, the lighting in the hallway quite inefficient in its purposes. it's only when he finally opens the door and picks up the bags does he see you.

you smile at him widely.

"hello mr. lee, how've you been?"

he stands at his doorstep, hands laden with heavy plastic bags, sweating with all the exertion and smiling down at you.

minho's cats purr at him in annoyance and he's reminded he has three mouths to feed, but he can't help the smile on his face. after what seems like an eternity, he speaks.

"hey kid, you okay?"

you consider his question for a while, looking into his kind eyes and stepping towards him, chuckling when his cats make another reproaching noise. you catch a whiff of his scent, his sweat and deodorant then nod at him happily.

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