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[jojikawa]

Beauty and the Beast

An event where you are a woman in the 50s trying to turn the head of your neighbor, Francis Mosses when you are stalked and pursued by his evil counterpart.

Art by ilameys

Zettai Zetsumei • Co shu Nie

Word Count: 5.7k

⚠️: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ♥ Manhandling, Slight body horror descriptions, descriptions of blood, himbo!doppelgänger!Francis Mosses, Yandere Behavior, Mentions of Stalking, sexualization of the female MC by Fake Francis, SMUT(CNC, mentions of a "rape kit"), and monster cock.

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Life was somewhat boring for you as a woman in the 50s. Despite being sought after by a lot of the men in your apartment complex, you had your heart set on one man. You only got to see him once a day. Francis Mosses. When he would deliver milk to your door in the morning. No matter how cute or cherry you were, it seemed like his mind was set on other things. The man always looked tired but you thought he was handsome no matter what. Maybe even more handsome…it was just something about hot men being tired that made them so much hotter.

You had hoped that eventually, he’d notice you and finally take you on a date!

But that hope soon faded when you read the newspapers. They talked about how doppelgängers are becoming a lot more frequent and the D.D.D. would be installing new units everywhere to ensure that no evil counterparts are making their way into the homes of others and killing people. You were able to tell if this made you feel safer or a lot more scared. What if someone made a mistake…?

Well, you didn’t have a chance to feel anything really, as the D.D.D. was extremely secretive about this kind of threat. After some time, it became normalized and it soon left your mind. The Doorman job seemed to be pretty effective as you had never seen any monsters before and were very much alive. It was rumored that the creatures would murder and eat any person they encountered if they succeeded in passing as humans. This is another reason you had your heart set on Francis. You felt as though he could protect you at a time like this. Maybe it was naive of you but after all, you were just a girl.

“Good Morning.”

Upon hearing the small knock at your door, you went to greet him. Francis stood tall, rather confused about you coming to get your bottled milk so quickly.

“Oh, good morning…” He replied flatly, gripping the strap of his milk bag. You thought that maybe he had a mutual crush on you and was too shy to act on it. So, you could take that step for him.

“How are you this morning? I hope that life is agreeing with you today.” You stepped outside of your apartment door with your glass of milk in hand. Francis shrugged. “I suppose it is.” He then yawned before saying “What’s wrong? Are you looking for another?”

You blinked. “Huh?” Your eyes then darted down to your hands. “O-Oh…sure.” You smiled attractively, causing him to break eye contact with you. He reached into his milk carrier and revealed and took out another. “You’re only allowed to get one every day but you can have mine.” He walked up to you and placed the bottle into your free hand.

“Th-Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it.”

After he disappeared around the corner, you were filled with joy! That interaction was such a good sign. He gave you his milk bottle. You had to make him something for dinner tonight as a gift!

Thunk!

You almost jumped at the sound of glass falling on the carpet at the far end of the hallway behind you. It looked like an empty milk bottle if you squinted hard enough. There was a shadow as well. It made you feel uneasy and quickly made you retreat into your home.

You wanted to try seeing if you could have more time with Francis. There was a job opening for the D.D.D. Doorman of your building and you instantly took it. Being able to meet with Francis when he wasn’t busy might have your conversations with him take a turn for the better. You really appreciated his selfless gesture. So, seeing him at least twice a day would make your life so much brighter. Francis was the complete package. Tall, handsome, quiet, and most of all, soft-spoken. You’d be a good wife to him.

On the first day of the job, you didn’t receive any proper training. You were given an informational video and a set of instructions that you scrambled to memorize as a long line of your neighbors awaited their inspection outside. The job was easy at first and you did it well. It was a chore but those are easy. You let in the right people and you called the D.D.D. when you found a doppelganger like you were instructed to. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, Francis didn’t pay you any mind. You gave him a soft smile through the glass before asking him about his day. 

“I hope work is treating you well.” You pitched your voice up to sound cuter. Your graceful hands moved swiftly as you sifted through the many layers of documents, trying to organize them before your next neighbor. “Yeah, I suppose.” He answered, blinking rather slowly. Your smile widened. “Any days off soon? I’d like to see you outside of your uniform.” You winked at him and he just shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Well, maybe, sometime after your hard work, you tell me a day you’d think you would be free?” 

You waited with anticipation for his response. He seemed rather confused and it was rather adorable. Then he said “I don’t really know. I think I’m busy but I’ll let you know if that changes.”

Your smile faltered just a little but you were good at faking emotions. “Oh, no worries.” You waved him off in a playful manner before pressing the button to allow him inside. Your shift ended and you thought that you should probably get to making that dinner for him as a ‘thank you’ for the free milk. As you began to clean up, the pressure of your job began to set in. This wasn’t something that you could just quit if Francis were to reject you. Ignoring all the unexplainable noises, the dark figures, and the constant feeling of being watched, it would be very awkward seeing him every day after that.

It was a new day. Francis came to check into the building and you let him go without chatting with him because you didn’t want to seem like a bother. But…then you saw him again.

“Francis?” You cutely tilted your head. The way he looked at you was much different than usual. The Francis you knew could barely make meaningful eye contact with you but right now he had no problem burning holes into your skull with his eyes. Not only that but he was visibly bigger as well. Taller and more masculine. His arms were big and veiny. This was NOT Francis Mosses.

“I-ID…?” You gave a nervous half-smile as you tried to hide your stutter. The humanoid creature gawked, a subtle sense of happiness washing over its face the longer it stayed there. “Don’t have it on me.” It replied plainly. You picked up the clipboard before exing out the box that was labeled “ID.”

“W-Well, you seem to look a lot like someone who’s already checked in. Please, give me a moment to confirm.” You flashed it a close-eyed smile. Upon seeing it, the fake Francis moved closer to the window, fogging it up with its mouth breathing.

You pressed the big red button to close the shutter before dialing the number to the D.D.D. 

The representative told you someone would be over right away to dispose of the doppelgänger. It only took about a minute before they’d arrive. Normally, the shutter would open on its own after being reset by the D.D.D. member but for some reason, it didn’t You figured that now would be a good time to open it to help the last neighbors but when you did, you were not met with the hazmat suit you were so familiar with. 

In front of you was the same fake Francis from before, now covered in some blood. His expression was one of annoyance and the veins in his arms were pulsating as if he were trying to contain some kind of anger.

“E-Excuse me, but you need to—!”

“Let me in.”

Your heart dropped. It talked! And it sounded just like Francis too. 

You shook your head. “N-No! I’m not letting a monster in.” You reached for the number to re-dial the number again.

“But I think you look so pretty today. You wore that just for me, huh? I’d love to t-tear it off of you.” The creature’s neck involuntarily cracked its neck, twisting it in a demonic way. You screamed at the sight, pressing the button once more to close the shutters so that you wouldn’t have to see it. As they went down, the doppelgänger tried to stop it by putting his hand under it. It got caught in the track, causing it to get stuck on the track and it was open halfway.

“Come on, Darling, I know you’re not about to call those bastards again. I don’t want to have to hurt anyone else.” The large man-creature crouched down. You could see his fanged canine teeth poking out of his mouth. You backed away from the window with the telephone in hand.

3312…

You listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before the receptionist answered.

“Hello?”

“P-Please send help!” You cried over the phone. Tears began to spill out of your eyes upon hearing the squeal of metal as the predator stretched and bent it to his will. The glass was the only thing left that could stop him from entering.

You saw how abnormally long his tongue was when it glided over his lips. “I just want to taste you…”

The receptionist dispatched another group of workers to help dispose of the doppelgänger. They arrived almost instantly. It was only then that the fake Francis moved away from the window. You sighed in relief, trying to calm yourself down from the events that transpired. You ran over to the tempered glass. The mental door looked like sheet paper.

You saw no trace of the Hazmat people but you also didn’t see the fake Francis anymore. You quickly gathered your things and rushed to leave. You opened the door to let yourself out. You planned to run to your room and lock the door but as soon as you had left the room, you bumped into a stiff, toned chest. The figure grabbed you by your neck and forced you to look at them. The gloved hand was covered in blood and it stained your skin and the collar of your dress.

“Where do you think you’re going, Princess?”

His grip around your throat was so tight that you weren’t able to form words. It was completely covered in blood and in its other hand was a knife dripping with blood as well. It kept the violence to one side of the room so that you weren’t able to see anything unless you completely left the screening room.

The light clank of the knife hitting the ground could be heard and its newly free hand grabbed your waist. The doppelgänger hugged you to its masculine chest. Its head rested itself on top of yours before it planted its nose in the crown of your head before inhaling your scent deeply. The blaring sound of the alarm continued to go off and it was deafening.

Your nose was overloaded with the scent of fresh blood. The pure shock didn’t let you resist his touch. His grip loosened and you dropped everything you had in your hands on the floor, staining it in with the red substance

“P-Please.”

You felt its large hand around the back of your neck and you feared that it would snap it and kill you any second. You held your breath as you felt it set the other hand on your waist as well, rubbing it gingerly.

It felt like the doppelgänger was sizing you up to see if you’d be a good enough meal for it.

“He-ey, beautiful. It's… okay…” 

The doppelgänger’s speech was somewhat disconnected but it was fluid for the most part. At first, it was clear he was a fake but the more he kept talking, the more it sounded like the real thing…like it was learning in real time.

Your heart rate accelerated when you felt its hand travel ever so slowly from your waist to the collar of your dress. The inhuman smile on its face widened and it suddenly ripped the cloth that covered your torso. You gasped, instinctively covering your now exposed bra.

You wiggled out of its grip and used the opportunity to run. You kicked off your pumps and ran barefoot to your apartment. All you could do was hope that more of the D.D.D. would come and solve the issue before anyone else could get hurt. The emergency alarm was still going off so the authorities should be there soon.

When you arrived at your door, you tried to scramble to look for your keys so that you could get inside but…

…you remembered that you dropped them along with the rest of your possessions.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching behind you. The large shadow engulfed your smaller form.

“Allow me.” The stranger said, calmly. Their large fist went through the door handle, shattering the lock and making it completely useless. You were too shocked to try running again. It found you.

The doppelganger shoved you against the door, swinging it open and causing you to fall forward inside of your home. You hit the floor with a soft but swift thud. “I see the way you look at him.” Its voice was laced with venom—anger but left more to be desired. It was playing with you awfully long for a creature that was trying to kill you.

“But you’d never look at me that way…”

The Fake Francis entered the apartment making sure to secure the door behind it so that you couldn’t run anymore. You cried and whimpered as it took its sweet time pushing your bookcase in front of the door so no one would intervene with what was supposed to happen next.

“I-I don’t know what you’re—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as it smashed its lips into yours. Its tongue was like that of a serpent, slipping its way into your mouth. You tried to push it away but any attempts just resulted in your lips connecting once more. It was too strong. 

You were terrified but it passed so much for the real Francis.

“Tell me you don’t like it ‘n I’ll stop.” It whispered into your mouth before it French kissed you once more. You kissed it back, unable to resist his appearance any longer. When it pulled away, a string of saliva connected between both of your mouths. It’s warm breath hits the surface of your face, eyes full of lust and horror.

It’s soft lips attached themselves to your neck, biting and sucking until your skin slowly began turning red. “Mmm.” It hummed deeply, traveling lower and lower until it reached the cavern between your breasts. “You’re sensitive here, aren’t you?” It placed kisses in the valley of your chest, waiting for a reply. You were unable to form words at this point. It wanted to ravage you and steal your innocence. It took your idleness as consent, continuing on with satisfying itself and by extension, satisfying you.

It took the delicate hand you had been using to drive a wedge between the both of you. You thought that at this point it was going to break your arm! You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to endure the pain but…it didn’t. You felt the heated bulge beneath it’s bloodied white trousers. It throbbed. 

That’s when it finally clicked for you. It wasn’t playing with you like you were food. It wasn’t trying to taste you and pick it’s teeth with your bones. It wanted to be with you. To breed you.

“I—ah~♡!” You bit down on your lip to contain the pretty moans that left your mouth. Your bra was removed, fully exposing your breasts. Its tongue touched the tip of your nipple and its mouth enveloped over your entire areola. It licked and sucked on the bud until it was nice and hard. The other hand was subtly slipped under your dress.

It took barely any strength at all to rip the fabric, showing how inappropriately wet you’d become from this activity. It craved the essence that was oozing from your tiny cunt.

At the feeling of the cold wind, you brought your legs together just to have them forced apart again. The creature made you feel so small and vulnerable. It used force when it felt necessary but overall, it was….soft. Licking, kissing, biting but no drawing blood, taste, loving.

It salivated at your legs, raising one and nuzzling the side of its face into the smooth skin. “So…gorgeous.” It pulled you forward. “When I saw you, I knew I wanted you.”

“Y-You did…?” You squeaked. It’s touch sent goosebumps from your limp to the rest of your body. “Two years I’ve been watching you. It was so damn annoying seeing you talk to that piece of meat.”

Piece of meat?

“I don’t know who you mean.” You shied away from the perfect creature. Could it mean…

“F-Francis?” You knitted your eyes together in confusion.

“Yes—HIM!” The doppelgänger dropped your leg and pulled you by your thighs to its crotch. “…I could never decide what skin would be the best to pursue you in. But then I’d see the way you look at him.” Pre-cum was beginning to show from its member inside. You could feel the wet fabric on the lips of your hot cunt. “So, I became him…but better.”

You heard the subtle unzipping sound of the pants and it took out its thick cock. It was larger than normal and didn't look like the standard male genitalia. You’d need to use both hands to hold it.

There was no denying this thing could perfectly replicate a human man. Before you could even react, the big “man” picked you up by your hair.

“Get on your knees.” He commanded and you felt obligated to obey him. You’ve never been in a situation where you were being held up by a man like this.

“I’m gonna split you in half with this cock.” He pushed its large tip against your cheek, straining it with warm cum. “Open your mouth.”

Your lips parted for a moment but you hesitated. There was no way that whole thing could fit into your mouth. Your eyes traveled up to his for guidance. He only stared down at you with hard, tired eyes. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk.

“I said…open your mouth.”

He spoke through his teeth as if it were a threat. You were reluctant but tried to ease it in. You kissed his tip, causing him to grunt and tighten his fist around your hair. “Open.” He growled, yanking your head back. His cock was so close to your face that you could truly take in its side. It was nearly the length of your skull. 

You opened your mouth out of fear and he shoved it inside. He was kind enough to let you get used to it in your throat by going soft and slow…or maybe he was just distracted by the imprint showing on your throat. 

You grabbed his hips to keep yourself from falling backward. Even a bit of force made you lose your balance. “Good girl.” He sighed, relaxing into you, pushing the limits by pushing it deeper. Your choking and gagging only made him feel pleasure.

“You struggling with my dick in your mouth is so hot.” You heard him mutter under his breath. Your eyes began to water from the choking, causing tears to carry mascara down your cheeks.

“Keep sucking.” He fucked into your throat and gentle too. “I’m close.”

 Both of his hands found themselves on the back of your head. He sped up his pace until a loud groan emitted from his chest and a mysterious liquid found its way down your throat.

The doppelgänger let go of your hair. You fell back on your bottom and he crouched down. “Hey.” He called, grabbed both sides of your face with one hand. He squeezed your cheeks together. “Swallow.”

You swallowed what was left and once he knew it was in your belly, his lips crashed into yours. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth and explored every cavern.

You felt yourself get lifted again but this time to your feet. He walked you over to your dining table and shoved you into it. “Bend over.”

You didn’t really get a choice. When you tried to stand, he forced you down to the table with his hand on the back of your head. 

You expected him to say something, but he stayed silent. You felt him explore your backside from your hips to your exposed ass. The wind was so cold but his hands were so warm.

He chuckled darkly, spreading your ass cheeks and sticking his shaft in between. His dick was so much bigger than you that you would definitely have a belly bulge because of it. He wanted to experience it for himself.

You waited with silent anticipation for him what he would do next. You weren’t too sexually active anymore because you wanted to reserve that for the real Francis, if you ever got the chance with him, so you were really nervous about having something so big inside.

“Uah!” You squeaked, feeling a wet, warm muscle enter the deepest part of your cunt. It was his tongue!

You whipped your head around to see that his face was buried in you from behind. “Mmm.” You heard him hum vibrations into you. He consumed all of your juices as they came out. It must’ve tasted so good coming from a pretty human like you.

With every moan and whimper that left your mouth, it made his dick grow harder and harder. He didn’t stop until you had creamed all over his tongue. So much came out that it got all over his face too.

“I-Is that it? Is that what you want…?” You asked, but you were only ignored.

“Pick a hole.”

“Wh-wha—“

“Pick a hole, or I will.”

Pick…a hole…?

His large thumb massaged your asshole while his knuckles, now sleek with your cream, was stimulating your pussy.

“Um…I—“ 

“Both it is!”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?!”

You felt his thumb sink deep into your ass while he struggled to get his large tip into your pussy. “Damn you’re fucking tight.” He growled through his teeth. His free hand grabbed your ass, fingers sinking in so deep they’d leave marks. 

“W-Wait, you have to go slow!” You cried, face heating up from being touched in such filthy ways. “I am.” He grumbled, pushing the limits of your vagina by forcing himself inside. Despite going at the pace of a snail, the pain of trying to fit himself inside didn’t decrease at all. You helplessly clawed at the table beneath you. It didn’t matter how wet you were. He was too big.

It took a moment but he was able to get it. It slipped in with much ease on his end but the difference inside made you gasp so hard you needed to cover your mouth.

The doppelgänger began thrusting without warning, quickly overstimulating you. You could feel him in your stomach too. You reach back to push him off of you but he just grabbed your arm and kept it. There wasn’t much you could do to get someone this big off of you. You would only take it.

“P-Please…I can’t take it!” You gapped out, drool escaped your mouth as you tried to form words. He was fucking you so hard you couldn’t even think. All that could be heard around the room was the lewd slapping of his filled balls against the bottom of your pussy. 

“Beg for it then. Say you love me.” His breath hitched. “Say you want me and I’ll let you go.”

“I—“ Slap! 

You tried to speak. “I wa—“ Slap!

It seemed that when you tried to comply with him, he’d remove the hand playing with your asshole to leave a rough, skin-reddening slap on your ass. Your struggling amused him. He couldn’t help but smile.

The doppelgänger has been stalking you for so long. It was hard getting into your apartment normally because of the last doorman but he couldn’t resist you once you were sitting at that desk.

“What’s wrong?” He teased, his deep voice going soft. “My dick isn’t in your mouth anymore…so what’s the issue?” He chuckled. “Beg.”

“I want you!” You blurted out.

“You…want me? Say there’s no one else. Say you love me!” It was like music to his ears, really. It was helping him reach his climax.

“I…I love you—“

“FUCK!”

Your belly bulge quickly became bigger as his cum painted your walls and womb. Even with his dick growing more flaccid, he continued to fuck his cum into you so that you both knew who you belonged to now. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you squirted onto his cock, mixing your juices together.

“I love you too, Princess. More than you could ever imagine—“ Before he could finish, his ears perked up almost like an animal. His attention turned towards your door that he had destroyed before. “Here they come.” He muttered, putting his member back into his pants.

You weakly lifted yourself from the table. Your hand placed itself tight below your navel. It was so sore now. “Who’s coming…? What are you talking about…?”

The doppelgänger ignored you, its horns flesh and bones began contorting and changing color. Its physique turned from that of a huge masculine man to the familiar form of that of a D.D.D. member. Yellow suit and all. 

It ran to the door, opening it, and sticking its head out. “I found her, she's in here!” Its voice changed to a generic man as well. Not at all like the deep gruff from before.

Your legs felt like jelly, you fell to the ground as soon as you were able to stand. They were numb from the pleasure, leaving you unable to walk.

What happened next went by as a blur. The D.D.D. Reinforcement Team took you to a hospital where you were taken care of and given rape kit. You were unable to refuse it once the forensics team found semen at the scene. In order to maintain faith in the D.D.D., your assault was largely covered up but only those who were in the apartment that day knew about it.

After the commotion of filing our paperwork and giving information, you were sent home. You didn’t sustain any life threatening injuries but you were asked to come in periodically to see how your body would react to having the semen of a doppelgänger inside of you…so now you were a bit of a test subject to them. You quit the job after that but you were quickly replaced by a new guy. 

You hadn’t seen the doppelgänger the entire time. Or at least, you thought you didn’t. You wanted to process the situation but you were more confused as to why it craved so much validation from you. It wanted you to say you loved it. It wanted you to say that you wanted it. It said that it’s been waiting two years to be this close to you. It looked like Francis.

You had just arrived back home. Carpenters quickly replaced your door before you got home and you decided to continue life as usual by making dinner for yourself. Your heart still aches from the fear you felt when you thought you were going to die. And so did your vagina. It didn’t bleed, thank god, but it was sore to the touch from how big that monster was.

“Man, I thought you’d never come back.”

You were alone in your kitchen when a voice emitted from behind you. The familiarity in the voice made your heart drop. You quickly turned around to see the doppelgänger from before, masquerading as Francis again.

“What are you doing here? What do you—“

“Shh, princess.” He strided through your small kitchen, stepping so close to you that you were against the counter with nowhere else to go. You placed your hands on his chest, giving you the illusion that you could push him away. He grabbed your arm by the wrist before kissing the inside of your palm. He kissed your fingers and then the back of your hand before making you cup his cheek, which he nuzzled into lovingly.

You wanted to rip your hand away but his grip was so strong. You blushed. Was it wrong to admit that he…it, was attractive? 

“Why didn’t you kill me and eat me? Why did you do that to me?” You questioned meekly. His eyes were closed, enjoying your warm touch with a smile before they opened. His eyes were like hunter's eyes. “Because I love you.” He replied flatly. 

“I don’t know what that means…” 

You opened your mouth to speak again but you were cut off by a knock at your door. 

“I’ll get it.” The doppelgänger quickly said and in a mere second, it shapeshifted to turn into…you. It was able to mimic you in all your glory, including the hickeys, bites and bruises from your attack.

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t do that.”

The doppelgänger allowed you to move away from it and your arm fell to your side. You went to get the door but you made sure to check who it was before opening.

It was Francis!

“It’s him!” You hurried to your bedroom to find your cardigan to cover your tattered clothes before answering the door.

“Francis? What brings you here?” You forced a smile but your eyes looked just as tired as his. You couldn’t hide anything from him.

“I heard what happened. ‘m so glad you’re okay.” Francis sighed, quickly invading your personal space. He hugged you to his chest. You blinked “F-Francis…?”

“I felt all torn up when I thought you died but when I heard that you were just fine, I just had to come see you myself.” Your stomach burned with delight. Francis was worried about you?

Francis let go of you and you pulled away. His face was red like he was blushing and you couldn’t help but blush too. Your lips curled into a smile. “W-Well, I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

He wanted to smile back but he couldn’t. He saw the marks on your skin. You were hurt. “I know you are.” He masked his sadness with a weak smile. He rested his hand on your head and ruffled it a bit.

It would probably be inappropriate for him to admit that he’s actually had feelings for you all this time, so he’d save it for another day. Hearing the news about the doppelgänger through gossip during his job of going door to door made him realize he could lose you at any moment. But today, he settled with placing a kiss at the crown of your head. “Stay safe. I’ll check on you again later.”

For a moment, everything in your life went still. Even after he had walked away and left you standing there, it didn’t feel real. This more or less confirmed he had a crush on you as well. No man just does that and doesn’t see you as more than just a neighbor.

Your heart fluttered as you came back to reality. You slipped back inside of your home. You need to get cleaned up! You had to bathe and find something suitable just in case Francis wanted to come inside upon your next meeting.

But then….

“You look awfully happy.”

The doppelgänger was still here. You gulped, seeing his much bigger form. He grabbed the sides of your face with his hand again. He didn’t bother crouching because of your size difference, leaving you standing on the tips of your toes.

You were too shocked to try defending yourself, so he continued. “I saw everything so don’t even try to lie. That bastard is so lucky that I have to lay low until the D.D.D. gets their claws out of you or else I would’ve…”

“Don’t hurt him!” You tried to beat and punch his arm to get him off but he didn’t budge. “Why not?!”

“Because…I’ll be sad. And you don’t want me to be sad, do you?” Your voice was unlabeled and lacked confidence. It was a Hail Mary but you’d do anything to prevent Francis from getting hurt.

“Shit.” The doppelgänger let go of you, setting you back on your feet. It seemed…conflicted. He paced around your living room briefly. It had a soft spot for you but you could tell it has trouble processing emotions like a person. It was just imitating a person to get what it wanted.

“You don’t want him. You just wanna marry a guy. I’ll marry you.” 

You shook your head. “No. Y-You can’t. You’re not him.”

“Of course I am.” His expression became mischievous. A smirk settled on his handsome face. “You can even call me Francis in bed if it fancies you.” 

You felt your stomach do a flip!

“No! I’m not calling you that. Even though you look just like him…wh-what do I call you anyway…?” You retreated inward, hugging yourself and looking quite nervous as if the situation was beginning to dawn on you. You were currently desired by one of the most dangerous beings in the world.

“Francis.”

“Stop! I’m never using that name for you.” You got angry enough to shove him but he didn’t move an inch. You quickly realized that you shouldn’t push too hard or else it might change its mind and kill you. 

“Mmm….” You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact with the monster. “Wh-What about Franz? Is that good enough for you…?”

Franz, huh?

“Perfect.”

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[yourlocalstranger123]

Hello I luv your writing may I request a yandere Nanook (if you write for him) with a Aeon of wind reader who's like Venti

U don't have to write this if this makes you uncomfortable is it fine if it's fluff?

|\/|Xx×!¡《Nanook》¡!×xX|\/|

ofc! Also, i appreciate you putting what kind of theme you wanted, like fluff. Bc I sometimes I add angst to a fluff bc they didn't exactly tell me what kind of theme, so I just take it as a free for all...(I still feel guilty-)

Also, im not too familiar with the lore, aeon's, and stuff. Especially his personality, so I might get it wrong. So I'll just go with the typical yandere who goes softer with you? For the fluff and since you said reader who's like venti, I view him as free going, so there won't be too many dark things about him being a yandere (and since it's mostly fluff)

Why every time I read my own writing, I think of the wattpad 😨😱😭

Warning: Murder mention

×Beauty of destruction×

Xx×—' and life ♥︎ '—×xX

× He wasn't interested in you at first, only focusing on destroying things. He sees the creation of the universe as a mistake and sought to destroy everything. As he was busy with his own plans, he felt a gust of wind thrown at him. He turned around to see you playfully laugh.

× he scoffed in annoyance but didn't bother to kill you.... but your alluring chuckle caught his attention. Seeing you directly gift your blessing to the people who walked your path so easily... Smiling as if something new and wonderful has been newly created and brought upon the world. Why were you so...happy?

× his dead "heart" started thumping against his chest as he watched you... he never felt so intrigued with something or someone. Did you do something to him? Why is his heart beating so hard against his chest? It hurts....but it hurts so good

× he was bothered by this new feeling...it felt confusing. He wanted to hear your voice, touch you, embrace you... but the most cunfusing part for him is that he wants you to be his, his only, but he wants to be yours too... it's simple, really, but why..? Why does he want that? He wanted to know more

× He read books in his own time of how to approach you, and he tried many times, but he just... he couldn't. Like something was stopping him. Hesitance, perhaps? He wonders why. There wasn't any bad relationship between him and you, so why was he hesitating? He's been observing and made every preparation of trying to make a conversation with you for days, so why?

× While he was in the middle of his thoughts, he flinched and quickly turned around, then saw your startled face. He stood still, mind racing of what to say. His heart thumped against his chest painfully. He felt like he was suffocating. He wanted to clutch his chest and make it stop. Why did he feel this way?

× The feeling was soon replaced immediately the moment you touched his shoulder, asking if he was alright. He felt... free, felt as if all the burden on his shoulders were lifted off. He lifts his head up to see you, your gentle eyes gazing into his,,

× he was stiff while having a conversation with you; only replying with dry responses. (Dryer than the Atacama desert) He wasn't much of a talker, so he listened to your stories, your daily life, your complaints, anything honestly. He simply laid their with his head resting on his palm as he watched you talk.

♥︎ oh, how he was soooo new to these kinds of feelings. But don't worry! You're here with him for a reason :) You're gonna help him, right? You guided him through these complicated meanings of it, so of course you will! You're the one responsible for it so you should take the responsibility!

♥︎ He takes mental notes about you, even the smallest details like he always notice that whenever your presence is near, a slight wind blows around the area you are in. So, he is able to quickly notice your presence. (You didn't even notice it yourself until he told you-)

♥︎ He always accompanies you everywhere. Every. Single. Place. (Maybe even the place you rest at..) And if you ask him why, he always says that it's was quite a coincidence, purely luck for him to cross path with you. Or that he thought that you needed protection (sir...[name] is an Aeon, how does- nvm, hes just delulu) and etc...

♥︎ and if you say no? He'll try to convince you. If that doesn't work? He'll be sadden, frowning(pouting), and looks with you with teary eyes. (those be fake asf-) ah....what a wonderful way to guilt trap you because it definitely works.

♥︎ Oh, the first time he smiled at you? You were memorized. (But if someone else, they would think he was planning to finally destroy the world now...) you happily and giddily told the other Aeons about this, and they looked at you H.O.R.R.I.F.I.E.D. Like, what do you mean the most mass of destruction is smiling innocently? They decided to secretly watch you from afar.

♥︎ He brings you small little gifts like flowers that are shaped as a crown (Your his emperor/empress) or a ring (He wants to marry you since he thinks that marriage is a powerful contract of loyalty and love...and maybe wants to prove to you that he is worthy of that-)

♥︎ He softens whenever you're around. He feels like he's wrapped around a warm blanket whenever you praise him or comfort him in any way, so he always seeks for your approval (and attention). You are his world, his everything, his only reason to not already destroy this universe.

♥︎ Oh, how he's sooooo obsessed with you! It's like seeing a teenager obsessing over their crush! Whatever you give him, even if it's the most basic thing ever, he takes care of it and makes sure it's in its top shape and condition! And if anything or anyone dares to damage it or even touch it, he'll make sure they'll regret it... (Of course, if it's you, he doesn't mind! He can just simply try to put it back in shape, and if it doesn't work, he'll ask you for another one! He's even saying, please....)

♥︎ He even has a cute little (huge) shrine of you! He used something called a "camera" and took pictures every time you looked in high spirits like when you smiled, fascinated, grinned, etc. And of course, he took it with your consent....he doesn't want his love to be upset now, would he?

—Xx×《 ~♥︎~ 》×xX—

He was enjoying the feeling of resting his head on your lap, intertwining his hand with yours. He listened to your voice as you sing songs, stories, or even just humming. He really wants to hear your heartbeat, so he pokes your arm to catch your attention. As you looked down, you could see something no one could or ever believe.

His smile. He tapped lightly on the spot where your heart was. He savored the sound of your chuckle as you gently lift his head off your lap and made yourself comfortable before letting him lean closer and put his head on your chest. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled against you. He was like a little cat, how adorable.

He was always so jealous that when you shared your smile with others, he wanted to be the only one to see that. He wanted to keep you from others. He didn't like that your attention was ripped off from him when one of your followers prayed for you. He covered your eyes with his hand and snuggled against you. He huffed and frowned when you tried to get him off.

He glared when he heard the other Aeon trying to call you. Before you could even respond, he pushed you down and hugged you tightly. "Do you really have to go to.....that aeon right now? Can't you stay just this once? Please [name]?" He asks. He would've begged if you didn't respond quickly with a agreement. He smiles and bathes in your warmth once again.

(He's gets jealous quite easily)

He made a ring out of the flowers he found. He tried to secretly slide it onto your finger, which made you smile. You pretended not to know what he was doing and just played with his hair. Once he was done, you finally pretended to just notice it now. "Oh, did someone put this pretty ring on my finger? Oh, how I wonder who the handsome/beautiful person put this ring on me?"

You chuckled as he perked up. He snuggles against your hand that had the ring on it. "Mustn't I put a ring on yours too?" You played along as he blushed lightly. He could see you using the wind to gather up some flowers into your palm, making a ring for him too! His eyes light up as you put a ring on his finger.

He smiles once again. He's glad that he killed all of your suitors before they could even meet you....He should be the only one who you call "yours," and you should only be with him, you don't need anyone else...

He really loves and adores you. He will do anything to keep you with him

[icallhimjoey]

Reinvent Love

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You and Joe are treading new waters. You’re no longer flatmates, but still close. More than friends, but nothing defined. Nothing labeled. Determined to not lose what you have, though. But, can you?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, fluff, season 3 of my flatmate!joe

Author’s note: uh-oh here we GO! the girls voted and the girls won, so here we are! the no-longer-flatmates-flatmate fic - you don’t need to have read define close or explain us, but it’ll obviously give you backstory, which might help!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was only small, but definitely there. Ugly. Green. Growing. With potential to do real harm. It crawled around and scoped him out, exploring his heart from all different angles, carefully tasting it.

It hadn’t bitten him yet, but Joe knew if he lost sight of it – if he stopped trying to control it – that eventually, it would. And it would hurt. It didn’t exactly feel great now, but once it’d sink its teeth in, Joe knew he’d be done for.

He remembered when it still good. Still nice. Warm. And soft. And joyous, all full of love.

It used to be kind and sweet and would make him smile until his cheeks were quite literally cramping.

But it’d changed. It’d turned bad.

He wished he could’ve seen it coming.

It was a good thing that he found he was able to easily control it with rational thought. Problem was that rational thought had the habit of abandoning him once it got dark outside and he was alone in his flat.

His new flat.

Where everything was his.

Where everything got put in places that he chose. All his things were where he wanted them, all catering towards his routine. Which was why a basket of underwear made it into a bathroom cupboard, and why a shelf got put up near the balcony door, so he had a place to keep his cigarettes and a lighter. Gone were the days of rummaging through coat pockets ‘til he found what he was looking for.

It was sort of great, Joe wasn’t going to lie, living on his own.

It didn’t look quite as nice, not quite as homey, but Joe was sure he’d soon learn what the place was missing. He didn’t worry about it. There were more important things to worry about. Like, how quick dust built up into bunnies underneath the sofa and how every time he’d open his front door, it’d waft out from underneath, only to settle in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Or how somehow he panicked so much about keeping his plants alive that he was systematically overwatering all of them.

Idiot.

It was fine.

Rational thinking.

It was all fine.

Things were different now.

Good different.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” Joe joked as he let you in, pointing out the large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

His place already smellt amazing. Joe made a good roast, and had one going now, things in the oven, bubbling and simmering away.

“If I never did things I shouldn’t do, life would be very boring,” you said, laying the colourful bunch down on his island.

“Did... wait, did you actually get those for me?”

“Have you got a vase?” you were already opening cabinet doors. “You don’t, do you?”

When you didn’t get a reply, you turned to see Joe stare at the flowers. He looked a little dumbfounded.

“Joe?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you and blinked a few times. “Oh, um...” he squeezed his eyes shut a second, trying to gather his thoughts.

Took too long, you thought.

“A vase?” you repeated, trying very hard to keep a straight face, to not let the smallest inkling of a smile slip through.

“Sorry, I don’t... I don’t think I’ve got a vase.”

Why the fuck would he own a vase, Joe thought.

“I’ll get you one as a housewarming gift,” you found a pitcher. “This’ll do for now.”

There was evidence on the counter of what Joe had been in the middle of, cutting veggies, preparing the gravy. But as you filled the pitcher with water, Joe still kind of hovered in the same spot in silence. Looked at the flowers that you’d brought in and felt silly for how those made him feel.

When you placed the pitcher in the middle of the island and reached for the bouquet, you broke his trance, and Joe softly laughed at himself.

“This is... my God, this is so sweet? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before.”

“Well,” you smiled back, about to throw stones into your own windows. “I didn’t get them for you.”

“Oh?” Joe immediately felt embarrassed. Mortified. Felt the skin of his neck flush with heat.

“I got them for your flat.”

Got him.

Joe let out the breath he was holding in defeat, dropping his head and smiling. Scoffed softly at himself because you were joking, and he was an idiot.

“You know, give it some colour. Give me something nice to look at when I’m here.” you plopped the flowers into the pitcher and didn’t get the chance to make it look nice, to arrange it a little, because before you could, you got picked up by the waist and shaken about. You shriek-laughed a loud, “No!”

“Something nice to look at?” Joe pressed his face into your cheek as you squealed through your giggles.

“Am I not nice to look at, huh?” Joe squeezed extra tight before he put you down, turning you in his arms and keeping you real close.

“You’re nice to look at,” you said sweetly, still grinning widely, nose nudging up at his. “If I could put you in a vase and arrange you all nice, I would.”

Joe snorted, and you felt it on your face.

“Hmm. You’re funny.”

You got kissed by soft lips that almost felt shy to kiss you.

“Don’t get me a vase.”

And then you got kissed a little harder. Bit more firm.

“I’ll get my own.”

“No,” you objected, speaking right into his mouth. “You’ll get a stupid one with like, frosted writing on, or something. Live, love, laugh.”

You felt Joe’s smile as he kissed you harder, both arms squeezing as they wrapped around your waist tighter. You sighed into Joe’s affection and took great comfort in the fact that you were alone. You were outside of your flat, which was still wild in your opinion, but at least you were alone.

Alone was good.

Joe’d gotten into the habit of showing affection when you were around others, around strangers, and you didn’t think you were ever going to get used to it.

The first time Joe reached to hold your hand, you’d nearly had a panic attack.

It wasn’t very cold, but the wind was cutting. Hurt your forehead as you walked and made you hunch as you pulled up your shoulders to shield yourself as best you could. Joe’s hand finding yours was a welcome warmth for your cold fingers, but it still made you fall silent as you tensed up.

Joe just held on for a few steps, and looked at you. You could see him stare from your peripheral, could feel the burn of it high up in your cheeks, and tried your best to ignore it.

“You can relax.” Joe humorously said, speaking softly and leaning in a little to make sure you could hear him.

“I am relaxed.” You immediately argued, because holding hands with Joe shouldn’t be weird. It should actually be normal. You tangled up with your full bodies more days than you didn’t when you shared a flat. If anything, Joe’s touches were exactly what turned you lax, all floppy and boneless.

“S’just cold.”

“Hmm,” Joe sounded unsure, very obviously not believing you, and squeezed your fingers a couple of times. When you didn’t smile, Joe let his own drop too, and asked if you were okay.

“Fine.” You reassured, growing a little defensive. If Joe could just stop talking about it, that’d be great.

“Should I– do you want me to let go?”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, sounding a little squeaky, but you doubled down with a squeeze of your own.

Joe took it, accepted it, albeit a little unsure if maybe he’d made the wrong move here. But you’d walked along, and you held hands, and when you fell into random conversation again, holding your hand became something Joe stopped thinking about. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb along yours, and at one point used his grasp to pull you in front of him when you had to share a narrow bit of pavement with oncomers.

You weren’t like Joe.

Not for a single second had you been able to be as casual about it as Joe had been.

You focussed on your hand the whole while you walked, and couldn’t help but check to see if others were looking at it. If strangers that passed you looked down at your hands. To check if they could see. If they somehow knew that you’d never done this before.

You had.

But not like this. Not outside. Not in public.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hold Joe’s hand, but there was something about this new phase you were in, where Joe walked over to yours to pick you up to go out for dinner together. Where he had to ring the doorbell and ask if he could quickly come up to use the toilet before you left. Where he pretended he didn’t know where the bathroom was and made you show him the way. Where he faked being anxious when you left your flat, saying that he hoped you liked the restaurant he booked a table at. Where he nervously asked if you liked Italian food, as if you hadn’t shared a million pizzas together.

Things were different now, and although you were close, would often do everything you could to dissolve into his skin, walking hand in hand through the streets of London felt insane. Like you were moving too fast, even though you understood how silly that sounded.

You’d spent that entire walk thinking of a natural reason to let go of his hand, and Joe had felt your fingers twitch. Felt how you seemed to change you mind about it every three seconds. But, you’d said he could hold onto you, so, he simply did.

It wasn’t until you reached the restaurant and used the heavy door as an excuse to wiggle your fingers from Joe’s hand, using both of yours to pull it open.

Baby steps, Joe thought as he smirked to himself, astonished that he’d gotten to hold your hand out in public for over ten minutes.

He was sure you’d slap him away the second he even attempted to intertwine your fingers together.

Which, coincidentally, was exactly what you did the first time Joe tried to lean in for a quick peck on the lips as you said goodbye to each other outside of his flat.

You’d been out, and were both in a bit of a rush to get home. You thought that the way you’d hugged his arm for a second was plenty goodbye. You’d pressed the side of your face to his bicep and said you’d see him later.

You’d reached the point where you wanted to go cross the street as Joe would walk the other way to get to his front door, and when you tried to step away, he yanked you right back by the elbow.

The way you recoiled away from him was so extreme, it startled Joe. You almost made it look like he was about to hit you.

“Jesus,” he mumbled under his breath, and you immediately apologised. You stepped back closer to him, were about to accept a quick kiss as an apology, but let your eyes nervously dart around to see if there were other people. If there were witnesses.

Joe just looked at you, blinked a few times and then, instead of leaning in for a quick kiss, squeezed you in your side.

“Calm down. Call me when you get home.”

And you’d blushed at how Joe’d smiled at you before he turned to head inside. Your face had remained hot until you got home where you then had to take a moment to shake all the nervous jitters from your body.

It was such a weird spot to be in, Joe thought.

How he couldn’t get too close if there was the slightest chance of someone seeing, but to have you literally whine at him inbetween his sheets if he didn’t touch you in the right spot with the right pressure at the right speed.

But steps were being made in the right direction.

You each had you own place now, and Joe made a point to sometimes not see you for a few days. He kind of enjoyed getting to miss you. He liked how his stomach did flips when you’d ring his doorbell after not having been over for a few days. He liked how absence made his heart grow fonder, and how that felt healthy.

Joe assumed you felt the same way; maybe you didn’t like it as much as he did, but surely you also understood how this was at least more normal.

He never thought that what the two of you were before was toxic.

It was just... weird.

Good weird.

But this was better.

Still a little weird, he wasn’t going to lie. But better.

He got to tell you to call him when you got home now. He got to invite you over to his flat for Sunday roast now. And you would then come and bring him flowers now.

Joe had never received flowers before. Well, maybe he had. But not like this. Not from a girl who brought them just for him. Just because. He kind of loved it. Kind of loved you.

“God, you were right.” Joe said, eyes unblinking, comfortably staring.

Both satisfied and full after an early dinner, the two of you laid out on Joe’s sofa - the one that took six weeks and then two more to arrive - and both looked at the bouquet up on the kitchen island. You were tucked into his side, with one of his arms slung around your frame. You held one of his hands with both of yours and absentmindedly played with his fingers.

 “I don’t know how this works but they kind of make the whole room look better.”

“They do.” You agreed, smiling, because you did that. You turned your head, tilting up to look at Joe’s face. “Please let me pick out a vase for you, though.”

Joe’s grin slowly grew as he said, “Absolutely not. Might just keep the pitcher for flowers only, I kind of like it.”

“Ugh,” you grimaced. “This is such a boy’s flat.”

“Well,” Joe started, raising his eyebrows, finally breaking eye-contact with the fresh bloom, tucking in his chin to look down at you. “I am a boy, so, that checks out.”

For a moment you just looked at each other, smiling, cuddled up into the corner like you always were cuddled up into the corner together. When you saw Joe flick his eyes down to your lips, you pulled the hand you were still holding closer to bite right into the skin between his index finger and thumb.

Joe pretended to flinch, but you were barely leaving marks as you smiled through the bite, big eyes looking up at him. Joe took a moment to just take you in. The way you looked at him had him biting his own lip before he tried to grab hold of one of your hands to pull into his mouth.

You were already scream-laughing and trying your best to pull your hand away before he even got close. It left you in a wrestling pile of limbs, Joe with his mouth open, growling and ready to bite at whatever got close enough. He ended up getting at bit of your sleeve in between his teeth, pinning you down into the soft seat-cushions and he felt drunk with joy.

He was so fucking happy.

Pretty girl in his flat, giggling away on his sofa, and she’d brought him flowers. It was kind of disgusting how he’d turned to goop on the inside.

Joe didn’t wait for your giggles to die out to get his lips on yours and kiss you silly.

There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was sticky and sugary sweet and Joe loved the taste it.

Loved how it bubbled over and leaked into his stomach.

Loved how it swirled into his limbs and made him reach for your hand to hold when you were walking outside.

Loved how it made him put his arm around your shoulders to pull you tightly into his side as you waited to get your coffees whilst the barista prepared them.

Loved how it grew as he took the lead on this new way of being together the way you had done before when you still lived together.

It made Joe want to introduce you to someone as his girlfriend, knowing full well that you hadn’t had that conversation yet, and that you’d likely have a melt down, but God.

It was just what he wanted to do, he couldn’t help it.

He wouldn’t.

There was a high probability that you’d actually murder him if he pulled a stunt like that.

The fact that you were kissing like this outside of your flat right now was already sort of stretching it, Joe knew.

You let Joe kiss you on his sofa for a minute. Let him slide his nose around yours with an open mouth that hovered over yours inbetween kisses. He made you work for it, having to lift up your head for more when he teased you for too long.

When you felt how Joe started readjusting his position on top of you, you knew you had to break it off.

“Hmm– Joe, no, I gotta–”

“Hm?”

“I gotta go, there’s– stop, there’s a potential flatmate coming over in a bit, I gotta– Joe!”

Joe finally broke away with an annoyed grumble leaving his throat as he did.

“Fine.”

“I can... I could always come back after?”

Joe shifted enough to let you escape the sofa.

“Hmm, you could, but I do have an early morning, so it’s probably not worth the trouble.” Joe sighed, lying back with an arm curled behind his head, watching you twist your clothes so it all sat right again.

“No?”

“I’ll probably be asleep by the time you make it back here.”

“Well,” you started, slinging your arms into your coat. “All depends on how long this is going to take. If it’s another 19-year-old trying to negotiate for a 30-70 rent split first thing, I’ll only be a second.”

“God, for your sake, I hope it’s not another student. But for my sake...” Joe made big eyes, giving you a suggestive look that broke into a smile when you laughed.

You gave Joe a last quick kiss as you bent over the sofa and told him you’d see him later, all casual.

Joe’s smile lingered as he watched you walk out.

“Call me when you get home!”

Yea... there was something living inside Joe’s chest.

And it was cuddly and fuzzy and comfortable and good...

For now.

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[zlebooks]

WE NEVER HAPPENED (THERE’S NO US) 𓍯 you suffer from unrequited love.

INCLUDES 🩹. alhaitham, ayato

alhaitham doesn’t love.

he scrutinizes, observes, and watches but he does not love.

as much as he’d say that he’s only a feeble scribe, and an unremarkable scholar, the people inside his circle knows he’s capable of doing things more than one can imagine. despite that, he does not fight, he does not argue unnecessarily, he only thinks. and maybe because of that, he only uses the brain and not the heart.

the brain is for thinking and the heart is for feeling is what the poets and romantics would say.

alhaitham is neither.

that’s why he can only stare blankly at you, even after you gave him a heartfelt confession— pouring out your heart empty to him, professing your undying love.

(“i love you and i need you like a part of me.”)

you’re pretty, kind, and you aren’t a chore to be around with. he feels pleasant whenever you smile at his side comments— how your eyes crease and the way your lips upturn.

he finds your golden heart noble; people like you are a rare occurrence nowadays. he appreciates how you seem to keep on giving as long as you had something to give and how you never put yourself first.

with you, he feels at ease. you have sharp wits and an equally sharp tongue to match his, and as cliché it may sound, the scribe can feel safety only around you. with you, he can comfortably read a book in silence.

in hindsight, alhaitham thinks if he were to love anyone, he would love you. but no matter how much he keeps on telling his brain to listen to his heart, it just won’t budge. it only replies with the truth he’s been keeping in the back of his mind— how can he love you if he’s incapable of loving?

alhaitham doesn’t love and you weren’t an exception. that’s just how it worked.

there’s a single use of the word “wife” in this

ayato cannot love.

he has duties, he has responsibilities, he has big shoes to fill in. and funnily enough, one of those duties was marrying.

he needs someone to support him from closed doors, his advisors tell him. the kamisato clan has always managed to stay afloat by itself—without seeking help from other families and ayato takes pride in that. but the vassals remain insistent with him getting a lover just so the clan gains a mother.

and there you enter, someone with a lesser prestige. you were “will have to do”, “respected enough”, and “only decent option” marrying a man who was “more than enough”, “promising young man”, and “the noblest of all”, but he never made you feel that way.

that’s what lit up the flame of hope in your heart— a wishful thinking that maybe you can have what your mother had always wanted.

but the more you proceed with your advances, the more were you shut down. and like how the flame inside your heart was lit, it was as quick as it had been extinguished.

he needs a companion, he’d say. a companion that doesn’t seek for something he cannot give, a companion that sticks with him during the day for appearances but enters a different room during the night.

you soon realize that the yashiro commissioner doesn’t need or want a lover. instead, he needs a loyal and trustworthy servant— closer to a soldier than to a wife.

♥︎ please do not repost or translate without my permission . reblogs are heavily appreciated!

[archernarbeta]

For all the moments

✴︎ pairing : Chanyeol x Reader

✴︎ genre : domestic!au, idol!chanyeol, editor!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, yearning

✴︎ summary : For all the moments, you were always by his side. For all the moments, he was always next to you.

✴︎ warning : none, maybe mild cursing but nothing else!

✴︎ word count : 4.2K

✴︎ author’s note : hii! It’s archie! This one has been hanging out on my drafts for way too long and I finally decided it’s time to take it out! Anyways, this fic was initially for Baekhyun but I felt that the scenario fits better with Chanyeol. I was highly inspired by EXO-SC’s Jet-lag and Kyungsoo’s recent birthday party where he sang Beautiful Day! I hope you enjoy this one and feel free to leave feedback or comments! likes are also much appreciated ♥ 

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The loud drizzling sounds of rain hitting your apartment window can’t help but stir you up from your deep slumber. What the hell, you thought, rubbing your eyes a little to wash away your sleepiness. The clock beside your bedside table reads 3.40am, the timing indicates that it’s too early for anyone to be awake at the moment. The sky kept rumbling, with thunders flashing every minute and you groaned at the sight of the storm rolling in front of you. Being woken up from a storm was one thing but being awake without your husband, was another thing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again so you grabbed your phone to check if Chanyeol had landed in Seoul from his recent work trip from Paris. 

Notifications 02.30am KST Yeol: > Babe? > I just landed with the worst weather ever! > I can't wait to see you > I missed you so much :(( Read 03.43am KST

Being married for 2 years to one of the most famous idol in Korea, you were accustomed to his busy schedule. Flying out here and there to attend concerts, award shows, photoshoots and prestigious events was part of the job. With you working as a fashion editor, his daily agenda was not out of the ordinary for you. The difference only being the fact that he works under the limelight, but you don’t—not that you mind at all. Nevertheless, both of you made it work. It was too easy to understand how it feels to work under a tight schedule without any time to breathe. You with your never-ending deadlines and meetings, and him with his idol life. 

However, dating him for 6 years and being married to him for three, being away from him never gets easier.

You zoned out for a while before a loud thud distracted your attention, followed by your bedroom door clicking open. Your husband was finally home, his tall frame resting against the door with a huge grin on his face. Even with the minimal lighting of your bedroom, you could make up the bags under his sparkling eyes and the sight made you frown. 

“Hii honey,” his voice soft as ever, “I missed you so much..”

You sat up beaming at him while reaching out, welcoming him with open arms. He took a step closer to the bed, engulfing your sleepy figure. You replied with a small ‘hello’ as you melted into his hug. You really can’t help but wonder how he’d smell so nice after a long-haul flight, but nevertheless, you love inhaling his scent that brings you nothing but comfort.

“How long have you been awake? The storm must’ve woken you up.” His voice was laced with worry.

You held his cheeks with your hands and he practically melt under your touch, 

“Not too long ago.”

“Please quickly shower and join me in bed, huh? Pretty please…” you pouted at his tired state. 

“Anything for you, baby. Give me a while and I’ll join you as soon as possible!” 

He didn’t close the door as he showered, not that you’d mind, at this point you were too sleepy to even think of peeking. As the water ran down on his back, he unconsciously kept you awake by chatting with you. He really couldn’t help that he missed his wife so much. 

“Babe, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No? Not that I could think of…I might drop by the studio and the office tomorrow morning but other than that, I don’t think I’ll be booked the whole day. Are you going somewhere tomorrow?” 

“The office? Isn’t tomorrow like..Saturday? Is Saerim giving you a hard time? What about the interns? They’re not helping you enough? Are you working too hard again?” He rambled on with concern with a raised voice as the running water muffled his voice.

“I- Uh..” you stammered, “Yeol, I t-told you work is fine” you quipped. The sound of the water subsided as a tall figure emerged from the bathroom. Chanyeol dried his hair, ruffling the soft brown locks with a towel as he frowned at your response. He knew you were having a hard time at work and had asked you to quit a thousand times by now. Even without the math, anyone would know that his pay would be enough for the both of you to live comfortably. 

You looked at your golden-retriever husband in the eye, “So where are you going tomorrow?” 

A thing about Chanyeol is that he’d waive things out so easily, as easy as shifting the conversation to another topic and he won’t go back to pester the elephant in the room. 

At your question he blinks a few times, “Would you mind if I take a day out tomorrow with the boys? Baek said he needed some pointers for his upcoming solo album and Junmyeon-Hyung had things to discuss for the group.” He scratched the back of his head. 

“But that is…if it’s okay with you?” he nervously asked. 

“That’s okay, babe…” you half yawned, sleep lulled you once again as you tried snuggling inside the comforter, 

“I really don’t mind”, the drowsiness took you as the soft satin sheets came in contact with your skin. He smiled at the sight as he returned the towel to its place. Chanyeol didn’t take long to join you in bed, cuddling you in his arms. 

After his hectic schedules and weeks without holding you, being beside you was the perfect medicine to charge his tired form. He sighed, relieving all his weariness before the slumber took him out.

He knew, this was home. 

You, were home.

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Morning came faster than you’d like. The rain from last night hadn’t stopped, raindrops trickling on your high-floor apartment as the sky was still dark as ever. Beside you, a tired giant, possessively hugging you amidst his sleep. You giggled at this grown-up man’s clingy behaviour.  Chanyeol will always be the cutest, ever. 

You blamed your body clock for waking up so early on a Saturday, especially on this dreading Saturday. 

With a little struggle, you free yourself from Chanyeol’s hold and tiptoed to the kitchen. It was just 6.00am but you quickly prepared breakfast for the both of you and salad, for Chanyeol just in case he wants a light lunch. 

As you sipped your coffee, last night’s conversation went through your head. He knew you had troubles at work, he had plans and you said you were okay, you didn’t mind.

You internally sighed because mind you did.

You were far from okay.

Because even though you’d hate to admit it, you’d love to have him for yourself. In fact, you have missed him so much these past few weeks that it physically hurts. 

But no. 

You had work. 

Your useless-piece-of-a-shit-partner Yoon Saerim, will probably taunt you if you don’t come up with a better concept for this month’s pictorial. So even though you miss being around your ball of sunshine more than you’d like to admit, fate was just not in your favour this Saturday. 

You could always quit, is what Yeol usually says after your long rant about your horrible boss and the disgusting amount of workload you had to handle. Sure you have subordinates and interns working under you, but working in fashion for so long, you came to the conclusion that nothing is never ever enough when it comes to the industry. 

Thinking back, Chanyeol always loved being under the spotlight as an idol ever since his debut days and making music was as precious as that. After both of you settled down and eventually got married, you were quick to admit that Chanyeol sacrificed a lot for you, even if you didn’t ask him to. He paid the bills, every bill. He took care of the parents, dinner dates with your parents and his every other week were a staple and he’d never miss sending health supplements once in a while. You never asked him to do so but married Chanyeol just stepped up and took on the role as a caring husband so naturally. 

Even with his burning passion in music, he went the extra mile, producing countless songs by the count of months. At times he goes on an overdrive, he’d lock himself up in the studio and he would forget about everything else. Situations like this scares the shit out of you. You remembered the first time he went berserk, it took you and his members two days to figure out where he was. He’d gone AWOL and you had to call the police to track down his phone, just to find out that he’d been coping himself in the studio for 48 hours without sleep or food, only water. You and Sehun found him sitting down in front of the recording booth with a guitar in hand, music sheets sprawled on the floor. His eyes were already bloodshot red, it was clear that he was sleep-deprived, very tired and out of focus. Sehun sighed, ready to scold Yeol for his stupid behaviour before your husband quipped, 

“Please don’t take me away, not yet…” 

his eyes all over the place with brows furrowed, his forehead creasing.

“I swear if you give me more time, I’ll finish this tomorrow and I’ll go but please leave and don’t come here until tomorrow, yeah? I need to finish this song because they’ll pay a huge amount for this one… Give me more time, please?” He is disassociated as ever, you were aware that he didn’t notice you due to his state.

“Hyung…” the younger sighed again.

“S-Sehun-ah, I have Y/N now.. You might not know how it feels now but I- I want to give the world to her. We’re idols but our prime time is way past us, when the momentum is gone, we might too.” He dropped his head to the door of the recording booth as he sighed,

He mindlessly draws patterns on the floor, “I need to save up for Y/N, for our future.. and it won’t happen if I don’t work like this. So-“

In a blink you crouched down, embracing him with tears already wetting your face. Words couldn’t form but the pressure, the knot that he bear was starting to unravel. He got your message,

You’re enough. 

Moments like these, his breakdowns, were one of the things that kept you grounded. If you’re being honest, your job also keeps you on your feet. Working as an co-chief editor in fashion was always your dream and to be frank, you enjoyed the job more than you let on. But the past year has been nothing but hell, thanks to the newly appointed co-chief editor Yoon Saerim. You habitually ponder how she got the position as she wasn’t really suitable for the job, she didn’t really have the knack for fashion. But moreover, you just didn’t like the fact that she ogled Chanyeol and Sehun when they came by for a photoshoot. 

You quickly snapped out of your deep thoughts when you gulped your last drop of coffee, thinking of Yoon Saerim never fails to make you turn sour. 

Without wasting more time, you prepared yourself to head to your studio. For disclaimer, the studio was Chanyeol’s, not the office’s. Not long after you started the job years ago, both of you decided that it would be nice to rent out an old apartment in the city for the both of you to work. The studio has a built-in recording booth, production space for Chanyeol and a creative working-space for you. However, with time passing, you ended up using the space more than your husband. 

Before you left the house, you gave him a forehead kiss and stuck a post-it-note on his phone, 

‘Good Morning My Happy Virus ♡  thank you for always working so hard,  sometimes you worry me, love :( have a great time with the boys today! am out for work - it’s deadline week ◡̈   i love you 3000 —  much, much love, Y/N ‘

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You arrived at the empty studio with your shoulders slumped, looking at the stacked paper, pictorials and mood boards around your disoriented workspace. The interns must’ve sent these yesterday, fucking hell, here we go again. 

Not long after, you succumbed to the job you love and hate at the same time. To be honest, as one of the high-ranked chief editor in your company, it wasn’t your share to do these tasks anymore, those days were over you. But reviewing each and every item, every trend that goes into the magazine is a job you love no matter how meticulous it actually is. Besides, the information you extract from all this has proven to help your career so far, making you one of the sought-out fashion editors in Seoul. However the fact doesn’t relieve you from the burden and pressure you get from your useless co-chief editor.

“She’s bossy and pushy but useless— and you’re too compliant, Babe,” Chanyeol would always joke and you’d usually tackle him back with a pillow, leaving both of you cackling in the process.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the man in question just stirred up from bed, barely opening his eyes, adjusting to the gloomy weather in front of his open-windowed bedroom. He instantly rubbed his sides, sleep evidently washed away when he realised his beloved Y/N weren’t there. He called your name out a few times to make sure that maybe, you were outside the room, just to know that his voice had filled the void of your apartment. 

As expected, he immediately sat up and grabbed his phone to call you. Before even unlocking his cell, he found your oh-so-lovely note that you stuck on this morning. Chanyeol sighed, he knew you were having a hard time but you never fail to warm his heart with your sweet note, he particularly loved the use of his favourite iron-man quote. 

He stared at the note lovingly for a while before heading to the bathroom and freshened up for the day. When he entered the kitchen to see a packed lunch box and another one with breakfast inside, he sulked further. Your puppy-like husband misses you and you doing this, made him sappier. He carefully unpacked the meals you prepared, gratefully munching your cooking. He was supposed to meet his members at 10 and so, he drove quickly as he was running late. When he parked his car in front of the company’s building, a text came from Baekhyun. 

Notifications 10.08am KST Baek: > Yeol? > the meeting’s canceled > Junmyeon-hyung said something came up > and my mom called, she wanted my help :O > Really sorry for the sudden intrusion! But have a good rest day with Y/N ^^  > Send her my love too!! Read 10.15am KST

< BYUN BAEKHYUN YOU LITTLE SHIT < THANKS FOR THE ‘HEADS UP’ < Picture sent < LOOK WHERE I AM YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! Sent 10.16am KST

Baek:  > Oh.. > The message didn’t come through 😅 I texted you way before,, must be the reception?  > But you can always have a good time with y/n!!  > I’m so sorry 🥺 Read 10.17am KST

Chanyeol couldn’t be sulkier. His ears literally drooped down as he huffed in annoyance. He didn’t reply back to Baekhyun as he slid the phone back in his pockets. He drove home in silence, even the thought of going back to bed to aid his tiredness didn’t make him feel better. He entered the foyer of the empty apartment and he shuffled inside lazily. You’d probably melt if you see him right now, his shoulder slumped slightly with a goo-goo look on his face. Especially now, with his buffier-form, compared to his pre-debut lanky state is something you’d administer as a cute change as a result of his exercising habits over the years. But it doesn’t matter because you’re not there and alas he came home to a cold, dark, empty apartment with his love nowhere to be seen. 

The sky dark, rain still pouring down, much like his mood. The thing about Chanyeol is the fact that he’s a clingy extrovert when it comes to people he loves. You love that about him. He didn’t care about the hectic schedule, it’s the ‘being away from you’ that made everything hard to surpass. That’s why after every schedule abroad, Chanyeol would love going home when he knows his love is waiting for him. There’s nothing better than coming home to a warm apartment with you snuggled on the couch. However, now, he’s the only one on the couch, alone. 

He pondered for more than an hour, zoning out, before deciding to stand up and head to the door once again. The silence is deafening, he misses you too much and he had to do something about it.

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In your studio, coming in your nearly fifth hour of productivity, you’re starting to break down. You were now on the verge of crying while doing your work, it’s the creativity block, you mentally cursed. You’ve been dealing with it lately but having to work in fashion, it’s inevitable and you never really told anyone about it, especially not Chanyeol. You felt that his occupation demanded more of him than yours did to you, you wouldn’t want to burden him with your problems. 

“Fuck.” 

“Fucking hell!” 

“This is so not happening right now…” tears welled as the screen of your precious laptop turned pitch black. You scoffed at the situation with the waterworks falling down your eyes. You were over this. 

You slumped near the corners of the room, hugging your knees as you stared at your now dead device, silently crying as your head whirls for other, worse negative possibilities of happening. Numb, is probably the best way to describe your current state after crying your heart out for 30 minutes straight. You end up curling yourself into a ball, hanging your head low in the corners of the room as your mind goes blank. 

As you hid yourself in the darkest corners of your office, you failed to notice the jiggling sound of the key, the clacking locks and the noise of the door opening. 

“Babeeeee?” the sound traveled from the hallway. Lo and behold, a sulked Chanyeol is here. His mood is still on the low but the idea of meeting you gets him excited like a puppy. 

You couldn’t hear him though,  your head still in a blocked-state and the room you’re in was the furthest from the hallway. 

Chanyeol entered the studio, footsteps tapping against the hardwood flooring. It puzzled him why he didn’t receive an answer back, but knowing your shoes were on the foyer, he knew you were somewhere inside. He set foot to the break room, your coat was on the couch but where were you? 

He continued peeking into his recording studio, the nearest space to the break room. The lights were out, signalling him that you’re probably not there. The bathroom and the other rooms were also empty, your office was the only place left. He slowly knocked, hoping to get an answer. To his surprise, nothing. He then gently pushed the door open, just enough for his head to peek inside. Before he could call your name, he heard sniffles from the farthest corner, he could make up your hunched, clearly crying figure and your favourite beige socks too. He exhaled as his worries washed away. Even though his heart ached more than ever, finding you with a meltdown was a relief as he initially thought you passed out or worse. 

He didn’t enter the room. He shuffled himself out as quietly as possible to grab his guitar in his recording room. This should do, he thought.

He re-entered your office, walked closer and sat on the floor near you. The cramped space barely fits his long legs. 

“Hey,” he greeted you with a hushed voice. 

Noticing his voice, you instinctively lift up your head to see your husband, sitting in front of you. In your shocked-state, you forcefully brushed off your tears in embarrassment, your skin will probably turn red later.

“Hey.. No, no, no..” he reached out, wiping your tears, caressing your disheveled hair. 

“Gently, yeah, yeah.. You’ll hurt yourself” he continued as he patted the areas under your eyes with his long sleeves.

After you calmed down, you didn’t have the courage to even say anything to the man. Deep down, you were embarrassed to be found in a silly breakdown, even if it was your husband. Besides, you didn’t know what to say to him anyways. While you were overthinking and avoiding eye contact with him, he pulled the guitar behind him and started to play a familiar song,

“It's a beautiful life 난 너의 곁에 있을게 (I'll stay by your side) It's a beautiful life 너의 뒤에 서 있을게 (I'll stand right behind you) Beautiful love”

Slowly but surely, your heart warmed up to the sound of his voice and you couldn’t help but stare at your husband. He stopped singing when your eyes met and he gave you a comforting smile. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up princess,” as he helped you stand up, circling his arms around your waist. You haven’t articulated a sound but he didn’t mind, he just let you lean into his sides as he guided you to the couch in the break room. He sat you down before abruptly standing and rummaging a brown paper bag on the coffee table, 

“I got your favourite cake and hot chocolate actually,” he grinned, facing your puffy face. “I thought you were having a hard time, well- I know you are having a hard time… But you never tell me you know, Babe?” He rambled as he unboxed a variety of sliced cakes and pastries on the table. 

“I-I get the fact that you wouldn’t want to burden me, but I’m kinda your husband and best friend too.. I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me” he picked up the fork and scooped a piece of cheesecake to feed you, 

Before you had the chance to reply,

“I mean—open up a lil’ baby— I don’t mind you working and all, it’s your passion and I will support you either way, but you don’t get to shield your meltdowns from me… Who’s gonna hold you when you cry, huh?” he kept on chattering while feeding you, giving you no room to talk.

“I’ve said a thousand times that we’re super comfortable right now, yet I know it’s not about the money, I’m super cool with you working.. It’s about the workload a-and the pressure you get from your subs and colleagues!!” He raised his arms as a sign of annoyance. 

You gulped down the big chunk of cheesecake and shut him up with a peck. The action took him by surprise but it didn’t fail to shut him up.

“Okay, Chanyeol.” you softly replied, followed by another peck on his lips

“I get what you mean” you smiled at your husband. 

You then began on telling the troubles you had at work, silently thanking the universe that he came in the right moment and that he was your saving grace. He listened intently, even going to the measures of contacting his technician friends to help fix your laptop as soon as possible. He made jokes too along the way to lighten your mood and gave you warm touches here and there to comfort you further. 

You were his home, his ground zero.

He was yours too.

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Hours passed and now you were back working, Chanyeol in the other room, busying himself in the recording studio.

“Yeol?” you called him.

“Hmm? What’s up princess?”

“Uh- I just remembered, didn’t you had like- plans? You were supposed to go with Baek and the members today right?”

Footsteps were apparent as he walked closer to the opened door of your office, his head peeped through the door.

“Junmyeon-Hyung canceled, Baek too.. I was quite grumpy because I reached the office when Baekhyun texted me” He walked in further.

“Then I came home but the house wasn’t warm enough even though I cranked the heater up!” He sulked, and sulked further. 

“I was alone, I don’t want to be…I also don't want you to be alone too Y/N.

I only wanted to be around you, I really tried staying in!! But I couldn’t be alone in the house without you when you’re my home.” he pouted. 

You want to die then and there, you miss him as much and he was sad, it makes you sad too, but he was being sulky-cute… Can you turn into a putty of love?

“Come here you big baby!” you excitedly threw yourself in his arms. He buried his soft locks on the crook of your neck as he whispered ‘I miss you' s and you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“I miss you too, Yeol..

I miss you so, so much.” He hugged you tighter as he giggled too.

This was it, you thought. This was love at its finest and you couldn’t be happier that you’ve found it. For all the moments, good or bad, both of you never failed to become each other's home.  

[alexshenry]

Hello, sorry if you answered before but can you recommend some of your fav rwrb fics?

Hi, anon! Sorry for this very late reply, I saved your ask to my drafts and then wasn't able to find it 🤦‍♀️I answered with some of my favourites here already, and I have a tag with fic recs, aswell. I also recommend following @rwrbficrecs. I'll soon be making a rec list, so I'll have a more comprehensive list then.♥

The two loves of my life I will never stop recommending:

God Save the Blessed American Mom by zipadeea - On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

This broke me, healed me, and made me fall in love with every character all over again. Everyone's emotions towards the events are so nuanced and realistic, and the writing is soooo stunning. Just make sure to have tissues ready.

but i can count on you to tell me the truth when (i've) been drinking and you're wearing a mask by anincompletelist (soldouthaz) / @anincompletelist - The room goes quiet again, Alex too focused on the sound of his own breathing. He’s already started, he figures, and the person still hasn’t left. But this next bit is a little more personal, and Alex isn’t positive what the parameters are for one-sidedly conversing with a masked stranger about your best kept secrets at a halloween party when you’re so drunk that the floor is beginning to look like it may open up and swallow you whole. Isn’t sure if that might be better anyway.

You know when you read something so beautiful you feel tiny butterflies in your stomach? This is what this fic did to me. Very gorgeously written, especially Alex's inner thoughts. I will never be able to look at my ceiling the same way again, thank you Sarah ♥

Other fics I read recently and wholly recommend:

The Arrangement by cmere - Shaan approaches Henry with a deal from the Queen: agree to an arranged marriage with a woman to flaunt in public, and he can enjoy the services of a male escort in private. Alex doesn’t actually care about him; it’s just a job. Right?

You Can't Deny Me Anything by Dawg1515 - That night at the Lake House, Henry is getting ready to leave when Alex wakes up feeling sick. Faced with memories of losing his father, Henry decides to stay and take care of Alex. They have some things to talk out.

Falling Down the Stairs of Your Smile by chamel / @cha-melodius - The movie is over and it’s getting late, but all Alex can think of is that he really doesn’t want the night to end yet. Which is crazy. Twenty-four hours ago Alex was actively cursing this man’s name, and now he seemingly can’t get enough of spending time with him. It doesn’t make any sense, but somehow it does; it’s the same feeling that he was chasing all those years ago in Rio, the one that pushed him to go up and introduce himself at exactly the wrong time, the one that made the hurt of that encounter linger for so long in his psyche. (A canon-divergent fic in which Alex spends another night at Kensington after the hospital visit and learns some very surprising things about Henry (and himself)

come pick me up by smc_27 - Alex is an Uber driver. Henry needs a ride to the airport.

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 7

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: what was promised is debt! I'm uploading it hours earlier than I was planning...I really hope you enjoy it, guys. It's a BIG ONE! I'm so nervous about it! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ♥ Thank u for reading and supporting!!

Warnings: explicit +18 scenes MINORS DO NOT INTERNACT!; swearing; angst; crying; typos.

Word count: 12.5 K (sorry not sorry haha)

MASTERLIST

2 weeks later…at home.

Y/n felt pathetic checking her phone like a teenager waiting for her crush to reply and keep the conversation going. She left the device on the kitchen table as if it burned her hand; returning to the list of emails waiting for her. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, her attention was else where.

Since her phone call with Grace – after the horrible second date —, she tried to give Paul a real chance. It was the only reasonable option. ‘Matty doesn’t want to be with me, Paul does, right?’, Y/n repeated like a mantra.

Therefore, Paul and Y/n had been texting none stop, like –literally– teenagers. Everything went smoothly, until it didn’t. A few days before, Paul stopped answering suddenly; making Y/n felt awful. She didn’t talk about it with Grace, not even with Matty. Y/n felt childish; she tried to think that Paul was probably busy with work, and she was being irrational about everything.

Y/n was sulking, when her phone started ringing. It took seconds for her to reach for it. Paul was calling.

“Hello?” She answered, trying to keep her feelings at bay. 

Paul started talking at the other end of the line. “Hi, darling.”

“Hi…” ‘What should I say?’, she wondered. 

“Are you at home? Are you busy?” He asked quickly, almost, desperate.

Y/n felt uncomfortable with Paul’s approach. “I’m home and…depends. Why?” She inquired him. 

His hot and cold attitude surprised her, at the same time, it made her wonder. Made her worried, to the point of pondered multiple scenarios about what was really going on with Paul.

“What about if I pick you up in…” He started saying. Y/n waited him to finish his phrase, hanging from each word. “Let’s say, one hour?” 

Y/n bit her lower lip. “For what?” 

“I have an evening event, work thing…it won’t last long, and then we can go to a nice restaurant…or to my house, if you like…” Paul suggested lowering his voice. 

Y/n felt the impulse to say no, but remembered Grace’s words. “Okay. Should I dress up or something?” She consulted, feeling her pulse going wild.

“No, no…it’s a little bit formal, not too much though.” He explained, at the same time, Y/n could hear a second voice speaking at the other end. Maybe an assistant, maybe not. Y/n shocked her head, she was looking too much into this.

“Okay, fine.” Y/n finally agreed to it.

“Perfect, you’re a saint!! See you in an hour!” He hung up without giving Y/n the chance to say her goodbyes.

Y/n stared at her black screen, her mind razing with thoughts. She needed to ask Matty or Grace to look after Amelia for the evening, possibly for the entire night. She decided asking Grace was the best decision.

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Le grand salon, 

Center of London.

Y/n felt like a fish out of the water around those people. Paul left her as soon as they arrived, promising her to be right back after talking with a few important CEOs or whatever. Y/n sipped from the champagne they were serving. It tasted awful, but she was past the mood stage of having enough anger to complain. 

She tried to wait patently for Paul to return, for someone to be remotely nice. Although, after an hour and a half of walking around the salon, gaining sketched looks from Paul’s co-workers or people there –she thought worked with/for him–, Y/n was done with standing like part of the decoration. Y/n decided to actually search for the man.

Y/n looked around before leaving the safety of the corner that hosted her. He wasn’t at any part of the salon, she looked around multiple times, expecting to find him. Nothing.

Defeated and ready to leave, Y/n approached a man she saw Paul greeting with a friendly hug after they arrived together. Maybe he knew where Paul was. 

She touched him on his shoulder, “Excuse me.” Y/n cleaned her throat. The man in questions turned around after pausing his conversation, looking at her as if he was ten feet above Y/n. She felt tiny. 

“What do you want?” The man spat at her.

Y/n tried not to feel interpellated by his poisonous words. “Do you know where Paul is?” She queried, arranging her form to look bigger and stronger than she felt inside.

“No, haven’t seen him in a few minutes.” He replied, starting to turned back around. Y/n stopped him. “What now?” He almost shouted at her.

“Have you seen where he went?”

“No. Fucking hell, search the patio… at the back… or, the bathroom. I don’t know, I don’t care. Bye.” He ended the conversation all at once.

The idea of leaving without Paul crossed Y/n’s mind, although she quickly brushed it off. Where was he?

The wonder made her walk to try the places the man mentioned. It was the last chance, if he wasn’t there she was going to leave without caring. 

Y/n felt pathetic walking down the long alley between the grand salon and the patio. She felt bad to even care about this people’s treatment, they were all horrible. Y/n was mad at Paul again; because he left her alone, yes, but also because he wasn’t in fact the Prince Charming she expected. Y/n felt like her own error to pretend him to be that. 

Her heels stopped making a rhythmic sound on the tiled floor when she stood at the opening door connecting with the back patio. A couple of little groups of people were smoking, even though Paul wasn’t there. 

“Sorry,” She interrupted the closest group’s conversation. “Do you know Paul?” 

“Yeah.” A woman said shortly. 

“Great! By chance, have you seen him?” Y/n asked innocently, gaining a sceptical look from the woman. 

“Um, yeah, he’s…” She looked around the group, as if she was expecting some kind of help. She continued. “He’s in the bathroom-”

“Perfect, thank you!” Y/n felt relief washing over her, turning around to finally found the person she had been looking for. 

The woman spoke from behind Y/n, “If I were you, I won’t go there.” She was clearly trying to warn her, Y/n feared the worst. 

Her feet moved as if they had life of its own; Y/n crossed the hall, reaching for the bathroom area. The sounds coming from the lady’s bathroom confirmed her fears. 

Y/n pushed the door open. The picture in front of her broke her heart. Paul was between a pretty girl’s legs, with his pants all the way down, clearly pushing inside her. Both of them repeating the sounds she had been hearing from outside. Paul was fucking another girl.

“Oh my god!” Y/n could only say, making them stopped immediately. 

The girl looked at her in shock, poking her face from behind Paul’s neck. “Fuck…” She breathed out.

Y/n stood there, with her head foggy, just staring at them. The girl looked back at Y/n, she looked familiar. Y/n shook her head, she didn’t care up to that point.

The girl was seated on the bathroom counter and Paul was still in front of her, not moving away. They had been fucking while she waited like a moron.

“Y/n!” Paul exclaimed, tugging his trousers up – or trying to —, failing miserable. His voice took her out of her hypnotic trance.

“Fuck no.” Y/n told her. “I’m leaving!” She pointed at Paul, feeling her eyes burning with tears. “Don’t call me, don’t text me…nothing, I don’t want to know anything about you, arsehole!” Y/n let her anger took over. 

She stumbled through the venue as fast as she could. Y/n wanted the refuge of her house, of her home. She needed Grace and to hug Amelia.

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Living room, home.

Grace felt worried immediately as she saw Y/n appeared on the living room. Her makeup was all mushed and running all over her face, the pair of heels on one hand and her hair all messed up.

“What happened to you?” She approached her friend, leaving Amelia on the floor playing. 

Y/n tried to form a sentence, but nothing came out of her mouth. She was still too stunned to speak. Grace didn’t think twice, embracing her in a big hug. 

“It’s okay, I’m here…we’re here.” She rocked Y/n from side to side. 

After a few minutes, Amelia noticed her playing partner wasn’t beside her and looked for Grace. Noticing her mother was there too. “Mommy!” She greeted her. 

Grace let her go, shielding her from the child’s view until Y/n ran her hands under her eyes, trying to get rid of the makeup as best as she could. 

“Hi, baby.” She kneeled down, opening her arms. Amelia ran to her. 

Y/n started to crying in silence when she felt the soft weight of Amelia pushing on her chest. She gave her mother a comfort she wasn’t aware of. Amelia grew bored after a little time, returning to her toys. Y/n stayed down on her knees, looking at her daughter. 

Grace kept a close eye on her friend’s form during the whole interaction. “Y/n, go and get change, clean your face…whatever you need. I’ll make a cup of tea, and then we can talk, okay?” Grace commanded Y/n.

“Yes. Thank you.” Y/n agreed.

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After she did everything as Grace told her – because Y/n hadn't had the strength to do anything apart from that – she returned downstairs. 

Graces awaited for her in the living room, watching Amelia live inside her own bubble of imagination and games. Y/n sited besides Grace on the big couch, looking at the toddler as well. 

The mugs were steaming in the coffee table. “Come on, take a big sip.”

The tea was strong, very sweet for her liking, but it was a consolation at the same time. “He was with another girl.” Y/n told Grace, her sight still on her daughter, while she held the cup closer to her face. 

“What?”

“He left me for an hour and a half, almost two hours…alone. I went searching, he was…you know…with another girl, on the bathroom counter. Not any other girl, the one from the park…”

“I’m going to kill him!” Grace stood up as if she was going to do it right there. 

“Sit back down!” Y/n instructed her best friend. She desperately needed her close, not far away – committing a crime, metaphorically or not.

Grace couldn’t contain her surprised, while she sited back. “I can’t believe it. My cousin Paul?”

“Yes, your Prince Charming cousin Paul…” Y/n forced herself to take another sip of her infusion.

“He’s such an arse-”

“Language!”

“She needs to know men are horrible.” Grace justified herself, pointing towards Amelia. “And what did you do?”

Y/n recalled the situation on her head. Her hands shock a little around the tea cup. “Scream at him, told him not to reach out, and stormed out.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Grace apologized genuinely. If it wasn’t for her, Y/n would never have known Paul. If she had never let Y/n’s get away with her way, asking for Paul’s number, she would never be in that situation; trying to hold the tears back because she didn’t want Amelia to suffer seeing her upset. 

“It’s not your fault, Grace.” Y/n took Grace’s on her own, she squeezed it.

“I feel like it is. He’s my cousin-” Grace insisted. 

“You’re not responsible for your cousin’s actions.”

“Still.”

Y/n knew Grace enough to keep insisting. Instead, she decided to leave it be for now. She was convinced Grace wasn’t guilty of his sorrows. The only one in the wrong was Paul, and her too. 

She felt the tears coming back. 

Y/n self-reproached herself while she asked Grace, “Can you take Amelia to your house? I don’t want her to see me like this. I can ask Matty, but he’s working on the last album…” Y/n started to ramble. 

“Yeah, yeah. We can have a pyjama party.” Y/n’s friend tried to erase the guilt. Y/n was in her right to take some time-off from parenting.  

“Thank you.” Y/n said while her voice broke.

Grace felt a wave of worry. “Oh, no…you sure you want to be alone?”

“Mhm…” Y/n reply through her bitten lips.

“You call me if you need me, okay? I’ll be here in a heartbeat, yes?” Grace insisted, making Y/n to turned her head to the side. She searched on Y/n’s eyes for some sort of reassurance that she was indeed going to be okay staying on her own.

“I know, Grace. Thank you.”

“Stop that…I love you…I’m so sorry.”

Grace pushed Y/n on a new hug, rubbing her back. Y/n let some tears drop in silence, while hugging her friend back. 

“I love you too.” Y/n mumbled on her shoulder. 

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On the couch…

Y/n dried the tears from her eyes. Her whole face was hurting. Her eyes were moisturized but by all the wrong reasons; her head was pounding loud, making here wince with pain. She felt so pathetic, crying for a man. She never learned to pick the right ones, apparently. 

‘It was my fault or the guys I chose? What was wrong?’, Y/n recriminated herself.

She wasn’t asking for a fairytale. Y/n wanted a true man, someone who can be there for her, someone wanting to share life with her. Apparently, it was a lot to ask.

Y/n let her body fall into the couch, closing her eyes. Wishing, praying, this was a bad joke, a dream; whatever instead of this stupid situation. Paul was an asshole, why was she crying about an idiot who didn’t deserve her sorrow?

Y/n groaned loud and turned around, screaming into the cushion; trying to get reed of part of the angsty feeling. She wasn’t aware someone else was hearing her download. 

“Y/n?” Matty asked out of the blue, scaring her.

“Jesus, Matty! You scared the shit out of me!” She prompted herself enough to turned around and saw his face, without leaving the couch. Y/n returned to her previous position, laying down. 

“Sorry.” He apologized. Y/n heard him walk closer to her. “Are you okay? Where’s Amelia?” He was crunched down at her right side.

“Grace took Amelia to her flat…I needed a minute alone, and you-” Y/n dodged his first question purposely. 

He interrupted her, worried. “Why?”

“Don’t ask, Matty.” Y/n massaged her temples roughly, the headache persisted.  

“Should I worry?” Matty moved her hair to uncover her face; he wanted to find answers on her factions at least. 

“Yes…no. I don’t know-” She turned to the side, looking directly into his eyes. The soft blue glow of the TV was illuminating her face, meanwhile the orange light coming from the hall reflected on Matty's factions. 

He went, without thinking, to caressed her cheek. “Y/n, please.” She closed her eyes before his plead. 

Keeping her ground, she muttered. “Prince Charming wasn’t so charming after all.” Y/n tried to hold a whimper, against of the idea of sounding like a fool.

“Paul?” Matty inquired.

“Yes, him…” Y/n spoken as if she was naming the devil himself. 

Matty started to fear the worst. If that fucker did something to her, he wouldn’t respond of his actions. His heart was pounding hard on his chest when he asked, “What did he do? Did he-” 

“No, no.” Y/n lift her head, resting her weight on her elbows. “Nothing like that- He was seeing another girl…a co-worker, or maybe she wasn’t a- I don’t even know. Maybe he was going out with other girls too. Fucking with them. Heck-The possibilities are infinite…” 

Matty stayed on his place, beside the couch, clenched down, battling with his head. He didn’t know what to say or do too, he didn't want to make her feel worse. Matty stated his case before about not liking Paul, even though this was about Y/n, not him or his opinions. 

“How did you find out?” His words were careful, Y/n noticed.

Y/n let her body fall again on the comfort of the couch. “I saw him fucking a girl…a girl we bumped into before.. In a bathroom at his work event, after he left me for hours alone-” 

Her sight was on the ceiling, she couldn’t look at Matty and saw the pity on his eyes. Not from him.

“Y/n…” 

“I think she wasn’t the only one he was with…” She continued to ramble about her thoughts she went through after Grace left with Amelia. Y/n was conscious she was spiralling, but her mind couldn’t help it. The repeating conspiracy theory making her feel sink even deeper on a hole of sadness and self-pity was on.

“Baby…” Matty tried.

“Don’t pity me, Matty. Not you.” Y/n tried to hide her face behind her hands. Her voice came muffled from behind them.

“Do you want me to go and kick him down from his white horse?” Matty tried to get rid of some of the tension. He kicked himself for trying to joke when things get complex, although he didn’t know what else to do. Matty wanted – needed – to make Y/n feel good again.

Y/n’s body shook with laughter. Matty smiled at her. “Not worth it.” Y/n finally admitted.

“It’s if it makes you feel better, baby, it is.” Matty said, his words dripping with sincerity and full of his own emotions. 

Y/n spoke again after a short silence, “Why I didn’t see it sooner?”

“No, no…” Matty started, pushing her a little further into the couch, making space beside Y/n’s form. He let his left arm served as a pillow for her head, simultaneously, his right hand touched her owns, uncovering her face. “This is not your fault, at all!” Matty held her face, so she was looking at him. 

Y/n diverted her eyes, further. She felt something, she couldn’t quite place, looking at Matty’s soft eyes. “I should-”

“Nothing. You should nothing. He’s the wanker here, not you…you did nothing wrong.” Matty insisted.

“Matty?”

“Yes?”

“Since you’re a guy-”

“Up to discussion-” 

“Why they don’t like me? There’s something wrong with me?”

Matty stopped breathing for a second, his body started to felt hot, and he was too aware of his heartbeat. ‘How could he tell her without actually telling her?’, he debated with himself.

“Love-” Matty tried to gain some time.

Y/n had other plans, she insisted, “Seriously, tell me.”

“Y/n there is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with you…” Matty told her without lying.

She continued spoken up her wonders, “Am I ugly? I think I look okay…No, don’t answer! This is so dumb. Fuck-” Y/n started to lift her body from the couch, she wanted to hide in the safety of her bed. 

Matty was quicker and pushed her –without too much force– back down again. He was almost on top of Y/n, making her blush strongly like a teen. 

“Stay here and listen to me….listen to me.” Matty accentuated every word.

Y/n tried to protest, failing. “Matty.”

He took a minute to think what to say. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Far from that. You’re the prettiest girl walking this town, this earth-”

“No.” Y/n interrupted.

“Yes. You’re so gorgeous, baby. From all perspectives. You’re one of a kind. There’s no one like you…I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Y/n.” Matty’s words brought tears to her eyes. There was something unspoken under his words, something she wanted from him but was scared to acknowledge it at the same time.

Y/n rounded him with her arms, running her hands through the curls on the nape of his neck. “Matty?” She asked.

“Yeah?” Matty replied, feeling weak from the proximity and Y/n’s touch.

A force was pulling him down, closer to her face, until their noses touched. Matty breathe deeply, surrounded by her essence. 

“Please.” Y/n begged.

“What?” He asked, brushing her nose with his own.

“I need you.” Y/n implored through half open eyelids. 

Matty tried to reason with her, “Y/n, you’re upset.”

He was against taking advantage of her. Y/n was still very perturbed about the evening events. No matter how much Matty wanted her to ask him to be with her, to love her, to take care of her, he had to hold his ground. 

“Yes, I’m fucking pissed…and I want you, please.” Y/n pushed her body up, coming in contact with his front. 

“Baby-” Matty placed a comforting hand on her left hip. His mind started to fogged, he needed to stay composed. This was about Y/n, not him.

“Fine.” Y/n spat, angry, moving from under Matty. “I’ll find someone…at least-” Y/n started to say when she finally was again on her feet.

Little she could let out before Matty took her by the arm, crushing his lips to hers. Y/n didn’t reciprocate at first, although her whole body woke up after a long slumber. Every single part of her was on fire, asking to be touched. To be touched by Matty, him and only him. 

Matty grabbed her face with both of his hands, keeping her in place, letting Y/n go wasn’t an option now. No after so many years apart. Y/n kissed him back, holding her own self from his neck, feeling weak on the knees. 

Matty noticed her body trying to sink down and held her by her waist. He noticed, because he always noticed every one of her needs. 

Kissing Matty again was like coming home after a long trip, to your own house and the comfort of your stuff. Kissing Matty once again felt like returning home. 

He broke the kiss to take some air. Y/n opened her eyes, looking up at him. He’s searching for any sign of doubt. Still with the pounding feeling of not taking advantage of Y/n.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” Matty spoke, low, brushing their lips together.

“Mhm.” Y/n confirm her desire, tightening her grip on his neck, meanwhile she approached her body to his.

“Words. I need words.” Matty persisted on. 

Y/n arched her back, “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

Matty looked at her eyes; his deepening by lust. “You don’t have to…” He finished it, gifting her a smile.

Y/n pushed him back down again, crushing their lips together once more. She remembered how addicting it could be kissing him. Matty explored every corner of her mouth like an expert explorer, he hadn't forgotten her weak spots. Y/n moaned without caring.

The sweet sound coming from her, made Matty push back and asked her in a hurry, “Your room or mine?” 

“Yours.” Y/n sentenced. 

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When Matty shut his bedroom door close, all the rush was gone. Y/n waited at the end of his bed, looking around. She hadn’t been there except from a few times. The bed was newer from the one he had back on his flat, and the decoration changed as well. Multiple guitars, a lot of pictures of Amelia and them adoring the walls. Even the mess of clothes wasn’t there, he was strangely more organized now, more mature Y/n supposed. 

Matty’s arms rounding her took Y/n out of her scrutiny; he brushed her hair out of her neck, leaving kissing here and there. Nibbling on the exposed skin, bringing goosebumps into it. Matty smiled to himself. Y/n closed her eyes, placing her hands on top of his on her stomach. The memories of him caressing Y/n’s belly when she was pregnant came to her, every touch is full of their history. 

Matty's hands sneak under her shirt, coming in touch with her bare skin. He pushed Y/n’s body back towards his body, making his clothes dick came in contact with her bum. Matty groaned on her neck. Y/n kept rocking her hips back, searching for friction.  

“Can I take it off?” He asked slowly, tugging on the shirt. 

“Yeah.” She said breathlessly.

Y/n turned around inside his embrace, Matty reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. Y/n couldn’t help to feel self-conscious in front of Matty without her top on, only in a black bra and her pyjama pants. Even though, he’s focusing on her face and nothing else. Matty still worried she didn’t want to go further. Y/n connected her eyes with his, smiling shy. 

“Beautiful.” He stated, holding the left side of her neck.

“Stop-” Y/n blushed.

“Never. Come here.” 

Matty pressed their chests against each other, savouring her mouth once more. Matty felt complete; having Y/n on her embrace was what he had been wishing for years. He noticed a little wave of panic, what if I’m not enough for her?

Although, Y/n was very pleased already by everything, even when she was merely touching the skin hiding under his shirt. Y/n’s touch reached first the hairy skin of his abdomen, and made a trail until she felt his back. He was bulkier now than she remembered, there were a lot of muscles to held onto now. Without her asking, Matty went to take off his t-shirt. Both of them longing for the skin to skin contact.

Once his chest was fully visible, Y/n detached her lips from Matty’s. Inspecting the expanse of it. She kneeled down, kissing the centre of his chest. Matty couldn’t help to reach for the back of her head, feeling like his dreams were coming true. Y/n diverted her attention to his nipples, feeling encouraged by the moans he was letting out.

She tried to kneel down all the way to her knees, starting to unbutton his trousers, but Matty tried to stop her, “Y/n.”

Y/n ignored his weak protest, going for his boxers, although Matty paused all of her actions; he brought her back up by her chin. “No.” He said, sternly.

“But I want-” Y/n whined. 

“Later. Now it’s about you, darlin’.” Matty let Y/n know his intentions for the night.

Matty started to pull her trousers off, after she signal him to go on with it. Y/n wiggled out of them, and the self-consciousness came back running. She wasn’t expecting to end the night like this when she changed after the fatidic event. Her bra and undies were far from sexy or even matching.

“Sorry about this.” She tried to apologize.

Matty chuckled, brushing the embarrassment off, or trying to. “Don’t. I have the solution for that.” He said instead cheekily.

“What?”

“Here.” 

In a few instants, Y/n was fully naked, standing in front of Matty. The singer feeling ecstatic with his simple work, resulting on having her entirely naked in front of his eyes. She was too aware –for her liking– about the changes that happened to her body between the last time they had sex and now years after the birth of their child. Her body showed the permanent marks of her pregnancy. Sometimes she felt okay with them, but other times –like that moment– she despised them. 

Y/n went to shield her breasts, facing opposition from Matty, who took her arms sweetly. “Don’t-” He said, looking at her eyes only. “Can you lay down for me?” He said instead. 

“Okay.” She agreed, moving from the end of the bed where they had been standing. Y/n felt his sight on her, watching every move. She tried not to think at the moment she fell back on the mattress, in the middle of it, resting her head against the pillows. 

Matty got rid of his boxers slowly, but with decision. He watched Y/n leaned back awkwardly. What if she was regretting this?

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, without emotions.

Y/n looked at him worried, she didn’t want to stop. The idea of Matty not wanting to have sex with her would completely end up destroying her after the horrible day. “Do you?” She fought back. 

Matty noticed her face turned into a sad expression. He clarified, “Hell no…but I’ll if-”

Y/n let the air she didn’t notice she was holding, begging for him to come closer, “Please, come here.” She lifted her hand up in the air. 

Matty quickly obeyed her. Her wishes were truly his command. Specially during that night. He positioned himself, naked as the day he was born, on top of her. Without an exchange of words, Matty plopped down himself, kissing Y/n. 

She rounded him once more, feeling the hardness of his dick on her belly. Y/n could feel her body responding to the contact. 

Matty kissed all the way from her lips to the space connecting her face and neck. Y/n let the loudest whimper of the night when he sucked on there. She scratched his back, pushing him inevitably closer. Her nipples hard as sharp diamonds pressing on his chest. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot, baby.” Matty told her, leaving a trail of smooth pecks until his mouth came in contact with her right boob. Sucking with intention, as if he was starved and she was his nourishment. 

“Matty.” Y/n moaned at his acts, he remembered very well how sensitive were her nipples. How could he forget details about the love of his life?

“Yes, baby?” 

“Please. I need you.”

“Where?”

“Please…” Y/n’s mind couldn’t come up with a better word, or even formulate a phrase. 

“Where, sweet cheeks? Tell me…” He continued playing with her breasts, changing his focus to the left one. Matty let his right hand hold his weight, meantime his free hand held the fullness of her breasts. 

“Ugh, Matty…” She breathed out. “Touch me…down. I need you.” Y/n’s words came out all messy, and mispronounced. 

He returned to be face to face with her, while he let his hand get wet by his own saliva and returned –when he thought it what moisturized enough– to draw circles on her boob. “Can I eat you out, love? I’ve been missing your taste for ages.” Matty bluntly expressed. 

Her walls closing around nothing, making her hips lift to meet his. “Please.” Y/n agreed. The thought of him making her come with only his mouth sounded like heaven. 

“Greedy girl.” Matty called her out, drawing a path with his fingers from the underside of her breasts, stopping at the top of her mound. He paused to admire her get lost under his touch. 

Before Y/n went to protest, Matty felt her slit from top to bottom with the digits of his fingers, slowly, testing her. “You are so wet.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. “All for me, baby?”

Y/n shake her head as a yes. She couldn’t keep her hips still, trying to make his fingers come in contact with her pulsing clit. “Stop teasing, Matty.” Y/n begged. 

“Shush, you have to be patient, baby.” He knew very well the effect of his nicknames on her. “I’ve been waiting for this to happen again…”

“Really?”

“Yes, so many times…” He said, trusting one finger inside her slit, making of her a whimpering mess. She wanted to ask him more about it, but all of her thoughts went out of the window. Y/n took the sheet at both sides on her fists, arching her back trusting forwards, so Matty’s finger touches her soft spot.

“Fuck, Matty!” Y/n breath out.

“You’re so tight, baby. I need to prepare you for me.” His hot breath coming in contact with her entrance, making her entire body shiver. 

“Please, more.” 

“Another finger?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl, taking my fingers so well”

“Matty-”

“I know, I know…don’t come before I say it, okay?”

“I don’t know if I can…I’m going-”

Matty stopped all of a sudden. “What the-” but before Y/n could complete the sentences, his mouth was on her, his tongue trusting inside her hole, making her head spin. The knot in her belly growing, making her dizzy, sensing her release closer again. 

Y/n came undone under Matty, merely seconds after he tasted her. He helped her surfed the orgasm, taking every drop of it. 

Once she came back to reality, her sight fell on Matty’s smugly expression, still closer to her pussy. 

“Good?” Matty asked, kissing her right thigh. 

“So good, babe.” She let out, closing her eyes. 

Matty went to kiss her, “Do you want to stop?” He asked once again. Y/n moaned, tasting herself on his mouth. She shook her head against the idea. Matty chuckled.

He looked at her enamoured, admiring her cheeks all blushed and her messy hair on his pillows. She was back, she was his again. 

“What?” Y/n asked, without understanding his pause, his staring. 

“Nothing.” He touched her slightly on her hip, drawing imaginary forms.

“Tell me..” She encouraged him. 

“I missed you.” He admitted one more time, feeling pathetic as a teenager screaming ‘I love you’ to his first sex partner. 

Y/n force him to look at her, keeping the eye contact, smiling wide. “I missed you so much.”

Matty scrunched his face, preventing himself to look completely warmed by her words. “Liar!”

“Excuse me?” She pushed his shoulder, protesting. 

“You went out with a wanker…” He regretted bringing Paul between them at that moment. 

Y/n didn’t take it, choosing to say, “Let’s not name the devil, please?”

“I’m not-”

“Besides, you fucked with pretty models-” She counter-attack, smiling wide. ‘Everything was okay, she was joking’, Matty reassured himself.

“Are you jealous, Y/l/n?” He asked, cheekily. 

Y/n was quick to answer. “As much as you, Healy.”

“No one compares to you, Y/n.” His sight dancing around her eyes. 

She threw her head back, whining in protest. “You can’t say that!” 

In fact, her heart was growing a couple of sizes with every sweet word he was drooping. 

“Why? It’s the truth!” Matty fought back, burring his face on her neck.

“Because- Nothing, not fair!”

“No, what?” Matty murmured, without leaving his position, crushing against her. Y/n let her hands roamed through his curls. How much she had missed doing it.

Y/n was against telling Matty how she was feeling, risking the moment to end. She chose to divert his attention. 

“Are we going to fuck or…?” 

Matty bursted into a fit of laughter, coming back to be face to face again. He could let her get out of that conversation for a little longer. Specially when his dick was hurtfully hard. 

“Are you begging, darling?” Matty said, brushing his lips with Y/n’s. She parted her mouth open.

“I’ll make you beg.” She declared.  

“A warning or a promise?”

“Both.”

Matty took her lips in a heated kiss, rocking his hips forward. Y/n felt bereaved enough to reached for his dick, stroking him slowly. 

“Fuck, baby.” Matty moaned on her mouth.

“You like that?”

“Aha-” He confirmed, losing his senses under her attentions.

“Words, babe.” Y/n teased him back. 

“Please-” Matty begged, trusting into her hand without control. 

“I’m not on the pill, Matty.” Y/n tried to inform him.

Matty snapped out, taking her words into account. “Okay, let me get a condom really quick.”

“Okay.”

Y/n watched him moved around his room. Opening drawers, bags and lastly his wallet finding one. She crooked an eyebrow, wondering in silence. 

Matty acknowledge her silent question. “It’s not like I’ve had sex in the last few months…” he said without looking at Y/n, feeling a little embarrassed, while he put the condom on.

“Sure… Or you used all of them…” Y/n felt light and happy, between passion and happiness. 

Matty shook his head. “Stop it-”

“Nah, I like messing with you…” She let him know. 

“Yeah, I can see.”

Matty returned to be on top of Y/n, she rounded him with her legs as a way to let Matty know she was more than ready. Matty went to obey her but stopped, kissing her sweetly. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes, please, Matty.” She was starting to get desperate without him inside.

“If it’s too much-” 

“Matty!”

“Fuck- Sorry, I’m a tad nervous…” Matty admitted for himself first, and for her too.

“Really?”

“Mhm…”

Y/n felt her chest get warm with his demeanour. Not many people knew how sensitive and fragile can Matty be in moments of intimacy. Y/n felt special when he communicated his emotions.

“Come here.” Y/n instructed him, resting her forehead on his and placing her arms –as well as her legs– around his body. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me…again.” She reassured Matty, holding the eye contact. Matty nodded with his head. 

He sank down without second thoughts. “Fucking hell!” Matty groaned while her walls took him in.

“Matty!”

“Y/n…”

Matty threw his head back, detaching his chest centimetres away from Y/n. She couldn’t help to admire –through half open eyes– his face turning by the pleasure. He was so pretty.

Matty whipped his head forward, cheeking on Y/n. “Are you okay? Tell me when I can move, baby. There’s no rush…” He reassured her, even when his words came all over together.

Y/n nodded as best as she could in her position, getting used to him. Matty studied her breath deeply, having some difficulty to adapt to his dick. 

After a few minutes, she signalled for him. “Matt-”

He didn’t wait for her verbal command. Matty trusted forward, and retracted all the way out. The tip of his cook coming to tease her clit. Y/n bit down on her lower lip hard. Matty wasn’t going to have it, he wanted to hear all of her sweet sounds. 

“Don’t hold it back, Y/n. I want to hear you.” He stated, releasing her lip with his finger.

Matty’s dick disappeared inside Y/n’s pussy under his watchful eyes. They fall quickly into a rhythm that worked for both of them. 

Shortly after, Y/n felt incredible close to the edge. “Matty, I’m going to-”

“I know, baby. Let it go for me” He allowed her. “You’re doing so well for me…taking me so, so well…” His words stumbled, while his trusts got rapid and sloppy. 

Y/n moaned, scratching his back, chasing the sweet twisted feeling inside her lower stomach. Even with her eyes close, everything went black when her orgasm finally hit her fully.  

Matty felt Y/n’s pussy clench around him fastening his movements until he was coming as well, screaming without caring, “Y/n!”

He kept it going until their bodies relaxed again, letting his entire weight fall on top of Y/n. She welcomed him happily.

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“Matt…” Y/n spoke after a few minutes.

Matty shivered on top of her, burring his face further into Y/n’s neck. “Mhm…”

“I need you to pull out.” Y/n let a nervous chuckled out. 

“Don’t wanna.” 

“Well, I see…but I need to use the bathroom, baby.” She insisted. 

“Fine.” 

Matty pulled out and moved to the side, letting her move freely. He wasn’t happy to let Y/n go so soon, even though he understood her request. 

Y/n left a kiss on the top of his head, before going to the bathroom. Leaving Matty alone with his thoughts. 

Matty was thorned between the euphoric feeling of his orgasm, his feelings, and the memory of Y/n crying on the couch when he came home after an exhausting day in the studio. He tried not to think about Prince Charming and his wishes to put him in his place. Instead, he let his right arm serve as a pillow for his head while he admired the ceiling.

Y/n and him had sex again. Y/n and him together. Those were the thoughts he chose to dive into. His hands ache for her skin, he wanted her close again. Matty tried to calm himself, Y/n was only meters away, and she was coming back. Y/n was coming back to his room, to him.

The idea only threatened when Y/n walk back inside the room and started to pick up her clothes that adored the floor of Matty’s room. 

“Are you leaving?” Matty desperately asked.

Y/n stood in the middle of Matty’s room, with half of her clothes, looking at him. “Shouldn’t I?”

“If you’re going to your room…I’m going there too-” Matty let her know, standing up from his side of the bed, getting the sheets out of the way dramatically.

“Cute.” Y/n laughed at his actions.

Matty, frozen beside the bed, exclaimed, “Please…” Offering his hand to Y/n.

“Look who’s begging now.” Y/n said amused.

She didn’t take his hand, roaming around the other side of the bed. Y/n stared at his eyes, with the place where they had sex minutes ago in the middle, almost challenging Matty. She broke the eye contact to get under Matty’s sheet with grace. He couldn’t only admire. 

Y/n pat on his side a few times, instructing him to get in. Matty followed shortly after, gaining a few laughs from her.

“Fuck, I’m not lying when I say I missed this…” Matty let her know, after her head fall into his chest.

The amount of times he thought about Y/n doing it again or the occasions she did years ago crossed his mind, and now were happening. He kissed her head repeatedly as a silent thanks. 

“Fucking or cuddling?” Y/n bantered.

“Both?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you feeling better?” Matty asked, still worried about Y/n’s feelings. 

She looked up towards his face. “So much better…thank you, Matty!” 

“My pleasure.” He winked suggestively. 

Y/n protested hitting him as a joke on his shoulder. 

Matty let his arms rounded her, swallowing her in a big hug that lulled them to a deep sleep.

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The next day.

Matty woke up very early after a heated night. They woke each other up a few times in the middle of the night, not being able to be fully satisfied. So, he decided to let Y/n sleep for a bit longer until he had breakfast ready for her. 

The singer was in the middle of meal prepping when the doorbell rang. He swore under his breath, he was hopping Y/n didn’t hear it and woke up. Matty ran as fast as he could towards the front door, opening it with all his force.

“Fuck no, go away, mate.” He spat when his eyes fell on the man at the other side.

“I want to talk with Y/n, not you.” Paul tried to stay calm. 

Matty let a belly laugh out. “Well, she does not want to see you or speak to you.” He uttered his reasons to deny Paul the entrance to his house. 

Matty went to close the door, even though Paul was quick and put his foot to prevent that. The lead man moved the wooden door agape once more. 

“She can tell me that…what are you trying to do? Pretend to be the nice guy? You’re the asshole fucking around and leaving her alone-” Paul provoked Matty.

Matty tried with all his strength to not engaged on Paul’s game. He wanted to return to Y/n, that was kept him motivated against taking further actions. “I’m going to destroy your prince charming face if you don’t go the fuck away.” He threatened him. 

“Such a man, ha? You can’t keep her, but you don’t want anyone to have her..” Paul was good at this, Matty bit his tongue. 

“You’re pushing your chances, Paul. Leave my house!”

“It’s Y/n’s house as well.” Paul replied smugly. “I want to see her.” The man demanded. 

“You would’ve thought about it when you were fucking another chick.” Matty exposed Paul’s actions, which took the aforementioned by surprise.

“She told you?”

Matty wasn’t going to exchange more words with Paul. “Go…away.”

“No.”

He felt his fuse run out, decided this time to punch Paul once and for all. “Fine, you asked for it.” Matty tried to move forward, but a hand on his arm coming from behind prevent him from fulfil his wishes.

Y/n stood beside Matty, looking without believing who was in front of them.

“Paul?”

“Hi, darlin’.” He said, like nothing had happened the night before.

“He was leaving.” Matty touched Y/n’s hand as a reassurance, as a way to tell her he was there.

Paul looked at their hands intertwined. “No, I want to talk with you.” Paul kept pushing. 

“I told him you don’t want that-”

“Matty, please go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.” Y/n looked him in the eyes, squeezing his hand.

“Baby-” Matty protested, titling his head. 

“I’ll be short, okay?” 

Something inside her eyes communicated to him that she can manage with the douchebag. “Fine. Shout if you need me.” Matty finally gave in; looking at Paul, who looked back with a big winning smile. 

“I will.” Y/n simply kissed his cheek, and let him returned inside. 

Y/n waited for Paul to start talking, in reality she has nothing else to say. She didn’t understand how he had the face to appear on her house.

Paul went straight to the part that hurt his ego the most. “You told Matty about last night, Y/n?”

“I’m going to be brief, Paul.” She cut his speech. “I don’t have anything more to say apart from what I told you last night…in that bathroom. You left me alone for- I don’t even know for how long-”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s all a misunderstanding.” He pulled a face as a cute, innocent puppy. She was not buying his facade any more. Paul showed his true colours the night before.

“What about Meredith? It’s a misunderstanding having your dick shoved down her, huh?” Y/n spat roughly. “Don’t take me for a fool, Paul.”

“Meredith? She wasn’t- The girl was…her name was-” He genuinely asked, making Y/n laugh sarcastically. He was truly an arsehole. 

“Fucking hell, you don’t remember the names of the girls you shag.” Y/n stated. 

Paul couldn’t fight against her accusations. “Y/n-”

“No, I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t care. You lost your chance.”

“So, what? You’re going back to the arsehole now?” Paul mentioned Matty with anger.

“That’s not your business, Paul. But for your information, that arsehole help me bring our daughter to this world and held me through the most horrible moments since I know him. Included last night. You don’t know him, you don’t know me, us…so stop talking shit! Bye, Paul.” Y/n stated her case and turned around without giving Paul time to react.  

Y/n closed the door. Keeping her eyes shut, resting her forehead on the door, until she heard the scratching sound of his car wheels announcing Paul’s depart. Y/n turned around on her spot, adamant to walk towards the kitchen but stopped dead on her tracks. Matty was staring at her with a big smile.

“You think that highly of me?” He asked her, which made her rolled her eyes. “Y/n?” Matty tried again, smiling at her.

“Maybe…” Y/n blushed visibly.

“Oh, you do!” He affirmed, catching her when she tried to pass by him. “You’re so cute!” He kissed her all around her cute blushing face.

Y/n felt the embarrassment all over her body. “Stop it.” She demanded, still inside Matty’s embrace. 

“You defended my honour…” He chanted too content. 

Y/n looked up at him, crooking her eyebrow, “I don’t think he was a real threat to your honour, Matty.”

“No, but still.” 

“Can we go and make breakfast, please?” Y/n tried to end the conversation, finally going to the kitchen.

Matty trailed behind her, saying, “Yes, my swordsman-Sorry, woman.”

“Idiot.” She faked to be annoyed.

“Are you okay?” Matty asked all of a sudden, returning to a more serious tone.

Y/n brushed him off, inspecting what Matty cooked for breakfast. “Yes, he’s an arsehole.” Y/n exclaimed.

“He definitely is. You deserve so much better.” The singer rounded her waist lovingly from behind.

“I don’t know…” Y/n couldn’t help to blush again. “Okay, breakfast, I’m starving!”

“Long night, huh?” Y/n laughed out loud at Matty’s seductive tone.

It was time for them to enjoy –finally– the morning together before Amelia returned home. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A few hours later…

An old episode of Brooklyn 99 was playing in the background, they paid attention to it from time to time when they weren’t making out on the couch. Jake was interviewing a victim, making her choose between suspects making them sing. 

Matty’s left arm was around her shoulders. He threw his head back, screaming –not singing– the lyrics of the Backstreet Boys’ song. Making Y/n laughed loud. They were waiting for Grace to drop Amelia back home. 

After the scene finished, Grace came through the living room door holding her goddaughter. The little girl wiggled out of her embrace when she saw her parents. They screamed and cheered for her, making space between their bodies.

“Hi, mel-mel!”

“Did you have fun with Grace?” 

Matty and Y/n spoke at the same time, Amelia felt good with all the attention of her parents on her. The little girl moved her focus from one to the other. Exclaiming, a cheerful, “Yes!”

They cheered back. Grace looked at them sceptical, trying to understand what was going on. The fresh memory of Y/n’s state last night was a big contrast with this happy girl sitting on the couch. Grace wanted only the best for her, even though she couldn’t connect the both versions -the day before, and the one in front of her. 

Grace opened her mouth to ask, but doing that implied breaking the happy bubble. A bubble that included Amelia. She wasn’t mean. So, she waited. 

“How was she?” Y/n asked her best friend. 

Y/n couldn’t help to feel a bit guilty about leaving Grace to take care of her daughter, even when she well knew it was for the girl’s and her own good.

Grace stared at her for a second. “Good, good…we ate dinosaur nuggets and chips, we saw Mulan…again. And then she slept like an angel, she’s truly the best.” She explained to Amelia’s parents, forgetting her doubts for a moment, just focusing on the little girl who smiled wide at her from the couch. 

“Thanks for that, Grace.” Matty told her. 

“It’s nothing…” Grace felt like a cat, paranoid, waiting for the moment to jump. “I love to help Y/n and spend time with Amelia”

Matty looked at Y/n, keeping his eyes on her, while Grace watched his point of attention. Weird, she thought. Y/n turned to look back at him, smiling when she noticed his eyes on her. Very peculiar, Grace sentenced inside her head.

 “So, what did you do last night?” Grace interrupted their moment. 

Y/n felt a hot feeling creeping from her chest towards her neck. Matty held a laughter and proceed to make an offer, “Do you want tea?” He asked suggestively, still looking at Y/n. 

“Shut it.” Y/n tried to stop him.

“What?” Grace felt like she didn’t get the joke.

“I’m going to leave you ladies alone” Matty stated, kissing Amelia’s cheek and proceed to do the same with Y/n. “Bye, Grace!” He wiggled his eyebrows, moving from the couch.

“Daddy!” Amelia called for him. 

“Yes, my dove?” He turned around. 

“Daddy, daddy-” She slid from the couch, approaching his legs running. 

“You want to come with me?” Matty asked down to her. Amelia said yes. “Okay, we’re going to start your training to be the biggest rock star…”

“Over my body, Healy.” Y/n joked.

“Nice name for her first song.” Matty winked at her, taking Amelia’s hand and leaving the room.

Y/n turned to gaze at Grace, who was still seated a few meters from the couch, on a puff couch, analysing her friend. 

“Yes, Grace?”

“What the fuck?” Grace screamed without being able to hold it. 

Y/n tried to play it cool. She knew she was going to tell her all the truth, but Y/n feared her best friend reaction. “What do you mean?”

“No!” She stood up. “You can’t play that card with me!”

“Which-”

“The dumb one. I repeat Y/n, what the actual fuck?”

“Grace-”

“No, nothing of ‘Grace’” She quoted on the air. “I took Amelia to my flat because you were a fucking mess-”

Y/n patently agreed with Grace. “Yes.”

“And now, I came back to this different you…” She continued explaining her point of view, moving her hands around Y/n’s form. “Cuddling Matty on the couch, laughing with Amelia…”

“Aha…”

Grace stared at Y/n. “So, explain, please!” She screamed again.

Y/n breath in deeply. That was the moment to tell her everything. “Are you done?” Grace shook her head as a signal for her to continue. “I’ve slept with Matty.” Y/n finally admitted.

Grace moved messily from the puff couch.“I’m leaving-” She  in fact moved towards the living room door.

Y/n stopped her. “Grace!” Couldn’t help to laugh about her antics. 

“You what?” Grace turned around asking. 

“And Paul came this morning trying to apologize…” Y/n felt a rather strange calm washing over her. 

“Did he? He dared to face you…in your house?” Grace wasn’t expecting this amount of information when she asked. 

“Yes, Matty tried to make him go away…I heard, and then I told him my final thoughts, asked him to leave, closed the door on his face”

“Oh my god!” Grace screamed. “But, but- How did you go from crying to fucking your ex?” Grace rounded back to the main information. 

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, smiling content, “It just happened, Grace.”

“But- what about…everything?” Grace was desperate to understand.

“I don’t know. I haven't thought about it…yet. I’m just enjoying it from the time being.”

“What if everything goes wrong?”

“I don’t know, Grace. I just know that I felt bad and Matty helped with it.” Y/n admitted.

Grace scoffed. “Yeah, I get that.” 

Y/n laughed. “He was really sweet. He tried to stop it, but I insisted-”

“Whore!”

“Hey!”

“And?”

“What?”

“How was he?” Grace inquired her.

“So good…excellent…I-” Y/n threw her head back, remembering her orgasms. 

“Are you delusional or is he that good?”

“He’s good, Grace.” Y/n kept her voice low, scared that Matty appear and hear her say it. 

“Why I asked? I don’t want to know!” Grace shield her ears, crushing her body on the couch beside Y/n.

Y/n chuckled. “He said he missed me…”

“He’s good with words!” 

“He sounded sincere.” Y/n stated. She had been thinking about it on and off during the entire day. Matty’s words and actions matched. 

“I bet.” Grace was getting cynical.

“Don’t be an ass.” Y/n tried to warn her friend because she got pissed.

“Fine, fine. I’m just worried.” Grace admitted.

“I’m okay, Grace.”

“Yes, now but what if…”

“We’ll see.”

“So, how this continues…are you guys back?” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Are you just fucking around?” 

“I don’t know…we can just call Matty back and…” Y/n started to get up, playfully suggesting it. 

“Please, no…god!” Grace took her hand, bringing her close again.

“I really don’t have the answers.” Y/n shared with Grace. She didn’t and it was alright for now. All happened the day before, the night before, it was too soon to know yet. 

“Aren’t you scared? After last night…”

“Matty is not Paul. I know Matty, I really know him…” Y/n was very sure of her words.

“Exactly, Y/n.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know his doings-”

“Don’t start with that. The time we saw each other -before having Amelia- he never.” Because Matty and her were in fact faithful to the other, even when they weren’t a formal couple. 

“I just want you to be happy.” Grace said, exposing her wishes. 

“I’m really content now…” Y/n tried to reassure her friend. It was cute from Grace to concerned about her. 

“Yeah, I’d be too after a good round of orgasms!” Grace mocked Y/n.

“Grace!”

“You can’t deny it…”

Y/n laughed. “No, I can’t”

“Oh my god!” Grace hide her face behind her hands. 

“Stop acting like a child!” Y/n accused her.

“Disgusting.”

“Idiot.”

“I guess- I want you and Amelia to be okay…” Grace stated, looking at the palm of her hands.

“I know, I appreciated that.” Y/n took one of Grace’s hands on hers. 

“I still haven’t had the chance to talk with my own cousin…and I don’t plan to be nice. If the rat does something to you two-” Grace felt the temperature of her body raise.

“You’ll be here to support us, nothing more.”

“Yes, but I also will kick-”

“Nothing.”

“Okay, fine. Promise me to be careful!” Grace pleaded. 

“When I wasn’t?”

“Don’t get me started on that…”

“Shut up.”

Grace decided to let the topic of Matty and Y/n go for now, she was still interested to know about his idiotic relative. 

“Go back to the ding-dong of my cousin coming to apologize, please!” 

Y/n continued to tell her the story without leaving details out. 

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One month after, at the studio.

“Play it back” Matty instructed George to press play to the track they had been working on. 

George – without turning his attention from the computer– obeyed Matty’s order. The frontman turned around, looking at Ross swing Amelia from side to side. Her daughter was a big distraction during one of the busiest days for them, but Matty didn’t really care. Amelia could mess all the process and he would smile. 

Y/n had some errants to run through and asked Matty to take her with him, which he agreed happily. All the boys cheered for Amelia when they entered the studio. 

Matty looked at his phone once more, checking the hour and his messages. Nothing from Y/n. He felt like his young self waiting for his crush to answer. She promised to drop by and spend some time at the studio with them after she finished with everything. Matty was waiting –impatiently– for her arrival. 

Ross let his hair fall, hiding his face and falling all over Amelia’s little one. The girl laughed at Matty’s friend antics. 

“You’re not paying attention….” George scolded him from his chair, still not looking at Matty.

“I am, I am..”

“Yeah, sure.” Gorge sarcastically said. 

Matty rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “I’m paying attention, George.” 

“So, tell me what you think about the change I just did…” He challenged the frontman. 

Matty opened his eyes wide, looking up at George. They got themselves inside an eye battle. Matty looked down, defeated. 

“Fuck-” He mumbled.

“Right.” George smugly said.

“Keep it…and play it back.”

When George let his digits direct the mouse around the complicated program in front of his eyes, Adam and Y/n made their appearance thought the studio door. 

“Look how I found at the front door…” Adam said, suggestively, distracting the rest of his band and the little girl.

“Hey!” Matty cheered up, standing to come closer. 

He knew he couldn’t kiss Y/n there, with his child and bandmates around. Y/n and Matty agreed to not tell anyone about this new state of theirs relationship. Just trying to keep Amelia’s sanity as the top priority.

The drummer groaned loud, clearly annoyed. “This is getting impossible.” He muttered.

“I can’t leave if you want, G.” Y/n offered him, signalling with her hand the door behind her. 

“No, it’s not you, Y/n/n.” George let her know, scratching his eyes. He loved to have Amelia and Y/n around, he considered both of them part of the ‘the 1975 family’; although, he wanted to finish this song. They had a tight schedule for those few weeks before the big show. “Hi…” G saluted her, engulfing Y/n in a big hug. 

“He’s stressing you?” Y/n questioned George barely loud, even when she knew everyone around could hear. She liked to tease Matty with his bandmates, it was a way to bond with them. A harmless way.

“Yes!” George protested.

Matty complained, joining the joke, “Oi!”

“He has his head else where…” George let her go, wiggling his eyebrows, “I’m going to take a piss.” G informed the room. 

Y/n moved to the side, letting George exit the room. Y/n’s attention fall in Amelia playing with Ross and Adam. The cutest sight her eyes witnessed that day. She felt another pair of eyes looking at her. Y/n blushed, returning Matty’s look of fondness. 

She allowed herself to lift her arm –without the guys noticing– to press quickly Matty’s hand; he returned the gesture. 

“Hi, baby.” Matty whispered, kissing her cheek. 

“Y/n, watch out…a bug is sucking your face!” Adam teased Matty. Knowing that Adam had his attention on them made the couple step a few feet apart. 

Matty went to continue the bickering, “You are…?” 

Y/n swiftly cut them, acknowledging the last member of the band she hadn’t had the chance to say hello to.  “Hi, Ross!” 

“Hello! Look who’s here, Ames!” The cute man lift Amelia on his lap, making her dance holding both of Ross’s hands. She cackled happy, which was contagious to everyone around. 

“Hi, baby.” Y/n went to hold Amelia.

“Mommy!” 

“Are you distracting all this fine boys?” Y/n dare to look around, at the same time George returned from his break. 

“Yes!” Amelia answered without fully understanding the question. The whole band joined into a group laugh. The little girl wiggled out of her embrace, returning to be close to Ross. 

Y/n’s sight fall on the computer, showing complicated patters. She felt guilty for distracting them and weighed the idea of bringing Amelia home. “I think we better get home…” She said out loud. 

“No!” Matty protested. “Stay a little bit…you promised!” He insisted, making puppy eyes. 

Adam supported the idea. “Yeah, stay, Y/n…we barely see you now days. Does this one…” He lifted his hand, pointing at Matty’s face. “...have you trapped in a big tower or what?”

“Piss off, Hann.” Matty shot back. 

Y/n chew her lower lip, anxiously. “Are you sure? I don’t want to delay you-”

“Believe me, Y/n. We need you here.” Ross said sweetly. It was probably the biggest lie, because she wasn’t going to help with any of the production, but he was too nice to say the contrary. 

“See?” Matty said to her. 

“Come on, I’ll tell you all the surprises for the show…” Adam offered. 

That piqued her interest. Matty hadn’t told her anything. “Will you?”

“Course not!” The frontman protested against. 

Adam smiled. “Off course…yes, only for you, Y/n!” He let her know, only to mess with Matty. 

“You’re going to spoil it for her…” Matty continued with his objection.

Y/n looked at Matty, sternly. “I mean- You haven’t invited me…” Y/n folded her arms.

“I did!” Matty exclaimed, not overly convinced. 

He remembered talking about the show and all the hard work for it. Maybe he took for granted that she was going to be there. Matty feared the opposite, most of the surprises and new bits were thinking about Y/n’s likings. 

“You did not, Healy!” Y/n stated.

“I think I did…but, anyway- Will you come to show, Y/n?”

Y/n stayed in silence for an instance, playing with his patience. “I have to see if I can manage to squeeze it on my agenda-” She finally said, winking at Adam. 

“Y/n…” Matty warned her. 

“Since you notified me on such a short notice…. I’ll think about it!” Y/n explained as if it was the reasonable response. 

“I don’t like you.” Matty told her, returning to sit beside George. Giving her his back, which made Y/n laugh. Amelia did the same when she got angry.

“I really like her…” George spoke, still on his designated place in front of the big screen.

“Same!” Ross and Adam shout from the couch in unison. 

“Oh my god!” Matty breathed out, Y/n laugh softly, massaging his shoulders sweetly. 

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((Kitchen area))

“Fancy seeing you here…” Matty pestered Y/n, coming from behind her, rounding her form with his arms.

Y/n took a break from the madness of the studio after hours of hearing them bicker about the song. She excused herself, even though no one heard her. Matty noticed, instantly screaming he needed a bathroom break. He followed her like a lost puppy. 

Since the new situation between them started, he grew enormously attached to her. He wanted to be on her presence almost every time. Matty was still scared she would come asking to be friends again. He tried to keep the thought buried.

“Matty, someone might see us.” Y/n protested, leaving the glass of water on the counter. 

Matty didn’t care at the moment. He selfishly wanted her. “Mhm.” He breathed in her perfume, hiding his face on the back of her neck. 

Y/n caressed his hands, trying to sound collected. “I’m serious.”

“I just need a kiss…” He sweetly asked for it, she chuckled. Sometimes he unarmed her with simple words or requests.

She turned around on his embrace, feeling at ease with him. Y/n let her hands go to his head. It was addictive to run his hands through the mope of curls he had on the top of it. So alike as Amelia’s, still different.

Matty moaned way too loud for being still at the studio.

“Shh!” Y/n shut him up.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, bringing his face closer to hers.

Brushing their lips together, feeling a strange force bringing her into his body, Y/n whispered, “We shouldn’t-”

“We definitely should.” Matty stated, pecking her lips shortly. “Couldn’t wait till we get home… I need you.” He said, biting her lower lip softly tugging it from its place. It was Y/n’s turn to moan.

Y/n didn’t wait anymore, bringing him closer by his head, kissing Matty. Her body pulsing, screaming for him to do more, to touch her more, where she needed him. “Matty-” She said on his lips. 

“Tell me, baby.” He replied, sneaking his hands under her clothes.

“Please-” She groaned when his hands stopped under her bra.

Matty smiled, full of himself, enjoying having an effect on her. “What do you need, Y/n?”

“Touch me.” She begged. 

Matty cheekily uttered, “I am touching you.”

“No-”

“No?”

“Under…”

“So needy and perfect…” Matty went to suck on her beck, while his hands found the fullness of his breasts. 

“Yeah, yeah!”

Matty’s hands grew impatient. He wanted to feel her completely. With the idea imprinted on his head, one of his hands started the path towards her jeans. He unbuttoned them without a protest from Y/n, the opposite in fact. 

When his hand come in contact with her clothed cunt, he could feel the material all wet and ruined by her arousal. “You’re so wet, baby…who got you this worked up?” Matty asked, kissing her cheek. Y/n couldn’t answer, too lost. “Who, Y/n?” He insisted, he needed to hear her say it. 

“You, you…Matty, please-” 

He continued, tracing the clothed path of her panties. Pressing on her clit not enough for Y/n’s liking, she needed more. 

“Do you like watching me work?” He teased her. Matty caught Y/n’s sight focused on his fingers when George asked him to show what he was pointing out on his guitar. 

“Aha-”

“Please tell me more, baby.” Matty supplicated now.

“Matty!” She screamed on his shoulder, feeling her insides burn. “The way you were touching that- damn…red guitar-” Y/n admitted for him. 

“So naughty, with the rest of the band here-” He made sounds with his mouth, showing some sort of disappointment he wasn’t feeling. Matty felt incredible without knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. All the time.

“I know…please, please, Matty.” Y/n was getting closer with only him touching her clit. 

Matty was painfully hard inside his trousers, but he wanted Y/n to come before thinking about him.“You make the prettiest sounds, baby.” Matty admitted. 

“Matty, where the fuck are you?” George started to shout from the other side of the closed kitchen door. 

“Agh!” Matty groaned, taking his hand off Y/n’s body. “He’s the biggest cock block.” He spat. 

“It’s okay. I should go…” Y/n said, trying to make herself presentable again.

Matty didn’t let her go. “It’s not” He pecked her neck.  “I want you here.”

“I’ll be waiting at home…” 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Matthew!” Now George and Adam started to scream from somewhere around the studio, close, way too close to the kitchen. 

“I swear…they’re worse than Denise.” Matty rearranged her trousers to hide his hard on. 

“Come on.” Y/n tried to push him off. 

Matty wasn’t having it. At least, he needed a few more kiss before having to face more hours without her presence. 

“Kiss me.” He deadpanned said. 

“Last one.” Y/n declared, going for it. 

After a few more smooches, they brook apart reluctantly, even though they had to part ways because the steps coming from outside were getting closer and closer.

The door flown opened, showing an agitated George. “Here yo- Oh!” He stopped his reprimand for Matty when he saw Y/n standing there too.

“I’m going to get Amelia.” Y/n said, leaving after touching Matty’s arm and sending George’s way a shy smile.

George kept his silence, looking at Matty blush visibly. G was ready to take the piss of Matty. 

“Oh?!” He inquired Matt, still holding the handle of the door, pointing the way from Y/n left and his best friend simultaneously. 

“Hold it!” Matty stopped him, passing by, exciting the room.

George followed him. “Okay!” He lifted his arms as a surrender.

“Don’t want to hear a-” Matty warned G.

“Fine.” 

They continued the walking back to the studio. Matty felt incredible uncomfortable, meanwhile George was having the most fun of the situation, even when he didn’t know anything about it. He laughed during the entire short walk back.

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Home sweet home.

Matty shut the door closed after his arrival. The house was in complete silence. He tried not to make a single sound, scared to wake Amelia or Y/n. He hopped the mother of her child was waiting for him, although it was unbelievable late, so he would understand. 

The lead singer climbed the stairs towards his room. At the top of the steps, his sight fell inevitable on Y/n’s room door. It was closed and there wasn’t light coming from underneath. His heart sank down into his stomach. 

Since the night Y/n spend on his room she hadn’t returned to her own for none a single night. She spent it with him, inside his bed. And the fact that her room door was shut was strange because since no one sleep there, she left it open. There was no reason to close it, she chose to leave it opened. 

Matty couldn’t build the strength to open it just to check. ‘Was she mad with me about something? Did I do something to upset Y/n?’, Matty couldn’t recall anything. 

Defeated, with the idea of her not wanting to sleep intertwined with him, he made his way to his room. Stopping in the middle to kiss Amelia goodnight. 

Matty opened the door of his room, not paying attention around him. It wasn’t until he clicked the light from his bedside table on that he noticed Y/n’s form under his comforter. 

He sighted relived, at the same moment, Y/n turned around to look at him. “Hello.” He whispered. 

She wasn’t happy with the disturbance. Y/n turned around, mumbling, “Hi.”

Matty got rid of his clothes, just leaving his boxers on. He swiftly got into bed, pressing his front on Y/n’s back, spooning her. 

“Thought you went back to your room…” He communicated to her, rounding Y/n’s body tight, as if he was scared she was going to disappear. 

“Feeling needy, Healy?”

“Yes, got scared for a hot second…”

“I’m here, babe.” She tried to calm him down, drawing circles on his wrist resting on top of her belly.

“Which makes me incredibly happy.”

“Soppy.” She teased him.

“Only for you, baby.” Matty let his nose moved behind her ear, showing his affection. 

“Lucky me.” Y/n stated with her sleepy voice.

“Mhm.” 

Y/n let her hand reach back, towards his curls. “You need to sleep.” She caressed them as best as she can while in that position. 

“Are you staying right?” Matty scared asked, kissing her lifted arm.

“Yes, Matty. I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n comforted him, getting annoyed.

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Come on, big baby.” Y/n turned around, letting him cuddle with his head on her chest.

Matty tried to protest against her accusations. “I’m not-”

“Whatever.”

Matty pushed his cheek into the soft pillow her boobs were for his head. He felt how his body relaxed again.

“Y/n…?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you…you and Amelia…are you coming to the first show, right?”

“If you want us there, we will, Matty.” Y/n said with the last bit of strength she had. 

“I want you there.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Just sleep, Healy.” Y/n ended the conversation as sleep took over her.

Matty stayed awake for a few more minutes, enjoying holding Y/n for the time being. He felt a wave of emotions hitting him hard. Matty almost wanted to cry because of it. He held it back, instead whispering above her heart, “I love you.” 

Scared, after saying it, he waited for Y/n to wake up and storm out. She didn’t move a muscle, her breath even from sleep. Matty breathed deeply. 

One day he would be able to tell her; he fell asleep repeating it like a mantra. 

[marthawrites]

The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter 3, Experience

Aemond Targaryen x Redwyne fem reader

word count: 4.8k+

about: As promised, Aemond takes you for another ride on Vhagar. This time he shows you a hidden place that he's always loved. New experiences unfold.

includes: gift receiving, some angst, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, fingering, mentions of solo masturbation), purity culture, Aemond is possessive, slight religious guilt

note: Hello lovely reader! While this is chapter 3, it CAN be read as a stand alone angst/comfort/smut fic! I'm gross and had this smut planned out almost as soon as I got the original idea for this series. To avoid the use of "Y/N" reader's name is Emeline, implied to have brown eyes (omg eyes, not hair, had to edit this in ugh), and freckles. However, NONE of this is mentioned in this chapter. As always, the rest of her appearance is up to the reader. Thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy it! ♥

read chapter one here

read chapter two here

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Above and below, the sky and sea glimmered the same color. Golden morning sunlight whispered out from gray clouds, and blue sky peeked out from between both. Wind whipped your once neat braid as you flew atop the oldest dragon while the dragon prince held you from behind. Aemond didn't mind the tickle of your hair across his face during the journey, for it gave him plenty of room to nuzzle the point of his nose along the sensitive skin of your neck. Goosebumps, entirely unrelated to the chilled air, rose atop your skin and he relished the sight.

"Are we almost there? I can't wait to see this place!" You gripped a little tighter to where you held the saddle, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of your betrothed from the corner of your eye.

"Patience, sweetling," he said softly by your ear, taking advantage of the swell in his chest to bravely nip over the smooth skin of your neck. You squeaked, and he felt more than heard that little noise in your throat. Smiling, he kissed the same spot. "It will be worth the wait."

As promised the previous night, Aemond took you for another ride on Vhagar. When you asked how long you two had, he refused to answer and instead replied with a, "hmm... as long as we like." Surely he was teasing! No way could you two have all the hours of the day together?

King's Landing shrunk behind you. Flying above the ocean was a dream. Vhagar's massive wings glided and sliced smoothly through the air; easy and effortless. If it weren't for the solid pressure of Aemond's chest against your back you could have fallen asleep. But, no, the young prince sent your entire aura sparking with desire, need, and want, and sleep was the last thing on your mind. You two had shared many kisses and you hoped this morning would be filled with more of those. Secret, private, finally completely alone to kiss his lips swollen and red.

Blinking out of your lustful daydream, you watched the way Aemond's hands pulled on Vhagar's reins to lead her into a different direction. Her leaning turn sent your thighs flexing around the saddle to keep your balance. "Soon, my Lady. We are almost there. This has always been one of my favorite places to go when I truly need time alone. No one will disturb us here."

You smiled, eyes scanning over the picturesque cliffs you were flying toward.

Vhagar circled once before landing upon a large, wide open space on the cliff's side. Aemond wasn't lying. There was zero chance anyone else would make an appearance. "Here? Gods! This is beautiful! It's like a place straight out of a storybook," you beamed, looking over the area. In the face of the cliff side was a huge flat ledge large enough for the she-dragon to comfortably rest. It was almost like a small meadow. Trees and bushes of various heights littered the area, and even patches of vibrant grass grew among the rocks. The most stunning part? A waterfall streamed down from the top of the cliffs into a pool, and snaked down the ledge into the ocean beneath.

"Since having Vhagar, I've spent many days here," Aemond proclaimed with a wistful smile, lowering from the saddle to help you off too. "This is only the first part of my surprise. Come, princess, let me show you down," he said offering his hand.

You happily took it and slid from the saddle, following as he led you down the rope ladder. Try as you might, your head couldn't help but swivel as you took in the surroundings. Everything about it reminded you of Aemond. His dragon resting was merely (the colossal) cherry on top. "There's nothing like this back home. Islands and cliffs, sure, but none like this," you said, in awe.

"We'll travel back to the Arbor one day. I'd love to see your home and any places you found respite growing up." Up here, away from King's Landing and the simmering tension only war could bring, Aemond's shoulders melted. His features were softer than you'd ever seen them.

For awhile, the only sound was the subtle shift of rocks and debris under your steps as you explored. How a place like this could exist among the cliffs was beyond you, and you became enchanted by the magic of it all. "I'm not sure how this could be topped... but if you wish to surprise me further, please be my guest," you said over your shoulder to him, carefully feeling over the feathery new growth of an unfamiliar sapling.

"It finished just this morning. I intended to keep it until our wedding – to give it to you as a proper wedding gift, but after yesterday I can't wait." Facing each other now, it was his turn to offer a wrapped box to you. He watched as you took it, keen on your reaction as you unveiled the present.

Carefully, you lifted the top and gasped. Inside, on a bed of velvet, was a dagger sheathed in its scabbard of black leather embroidered with golden grape vines. The hilt shone with iridescent mother of pearl, and its pommel was topped with a brilliantly cut sapphire. "Aemond! You didn't!" You exclaimed, looking up at him with dazzled admiration.

He grinned, satisfied at your reaction. "I had it commissioned shortly after your arrival. I want my lady protected when I'm not around. And, keep this secret between us, darling," he paused and leaned close, brushing his lips against your jaw as his hand trailed down the back of your arm. "I'd have paid twice the amount of that dagger to see you drive it into that swine of a peasant yesterday."

You shuddered with his closeness, his words sent fire licking up every single vertebrae of your spine. You thought about the splash of blood across his fist and the reaction it elicited from you – were someone else's blood to be on you, would he have a similar reaction? "Your secret is safe with me," you whispered in reply, blushing.

"Do you know how to use one?" He asked, leaning back to peer down at you with interest.

You gave a half shrug. "I can carve fish and chickens easy enough. So... I don't imagine it's much different?" One of your brows arched, squinting playfully.

"Hmm," he hummed, interest turning mischievous. "I'll see to it you have proper lessons soon. I could even teach you some basics here and now."

For a moment you considered the offer – a very, very small fraction of a moment, that is. "Now? No, I don't think so, my prince. Right now, I want to sit on your lap and thank you properly for that beautiful dagger."

Something changed in the softness of his face. The sharp angles of his features steeled. The small dot of his pupil in the sun widened. Even his shoulders flexed. He took the gift from you and placed it back in one of his coat's deep pockets, throat bobbing as he swallowed. "Do not play with me, princess."

"I'm not playing. I mean it," you breathed in answer, using the flats of your palms to push him in direction of a nearby fallen log; it lay upon a swath of dirt surrounded by soft grass. Your fingers squeezed into his tunic and you urged him to sit down.

He followed your gestures in a state of wonder, half struck with confusion as you seemed to gain more confidence by the second. He gripped your waist, easily pulling you down in the plush grass with him. "You're a needy thing, hm?" He asked as you straddled over his lap. He returned your bright wide smile with a clench of his teeth that sent his jaw feathering.

"We are finally alone and I want to kiss you silly. Is it wrong for a lady to desire the man she is to marry?" You asked, the pink of excitement warming your cheeks.

"It's not," he answered, large hand holding the side of your neck as his fingers curled around your skull, thumb along the curve of your chin. "You're lovely like this. Daring, eager, nervous...," he said lowly, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he tilted his head to press the first of many kisses to your plush lips.

A small moan broke from your throat. You dreamt of this, and more, almost since arriving. The kiss was hurried and slow alike. Soft, and hard. Needful, and reserved. Your tongues explored each other's lips and mouths, hands tentatively beginning to wander and touch.

He was first to break it, both breathing heavily. You looked at each other with half lidded eyes; the glaze of lust a shared mirror.

After a moment you broke the silence. "Aemond...," you said his name in a half question, fingers trembling on the lapels of his coat. Slowly, you moved them up his face, your attention shifting to the long, angry colored scar marring half of his hopelessly handsome visage. You ghosted your fingertips over the exposed scar. "Does it hurt?"

He watched you intently. Frozen in place. "Sometimes," he answered, barely blinking.

You touched along the strap of his eyepatch at his temple and made no move to do anything but graze over it. "Do you always wear it?"

By that point he may have stopped breathing all together, for you could visibly see and feel him use every ounce of willpower to not pull your hand away. "Yes."

"I want to see you without it. We are to marry in a week. I want to see all of you." A plead you hadn't intended warbled your voice.

"I fear you will change your mind. I'm not handsome, my Lady. I'm naught more than a cripple. The way you look at me and treat me? You won't once you see how ugly I am. I can't live with that." A piece of his heart audibly broke as he spoke, eye shining with shielded emotion.

Emotion welled in your own eyes and threatened to spill over. "You're lovely, Aemond. My mind won't change. I'm desperate to see all of you. Please?"

For perhaps the first time, you witnessed the young prince fight a silent inward war. Winning, losing, you hadn't a clue what his tactics were. Nor his chances of victory or defeat – much less what your chances of either were. Your lids fluttered in a series of blinks, lashes clumping together with moisture. A sigh escaped his lungs, and his breath cooled the hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

He kissed each cheek, lips wet with the salt of your tears. "Promise you won't change your mind," his voice cracked ever so slightly. Though it might as well have been a chasm for the way it cleaved you.

You nodded. "I promise," you said sincerely, holding his face between your hands.

Wordlessly he agreed, and his body tensed as your fingers delicately pulled the strap of his patch away to reveal what it hid. The scar was deeper and angrier than you imagined; jagged and red amidst the otherwise ethereal paleness of his complexion. Where his eye should be, sitting in place of his healed empty eye socket, was a sapphire on permanent display with its lidlessness.

You must have made a subconscious noise because Aemond turned his head and nearly threw you off him. "Aemond! What? No!" You said in a voice more shrill than you intended. You gripped his tunic at the center of his chest, thighs tightening around his lap, refusing to be tossed aside so easily. His heart drummed frantically beneath your hands.

"You promised you wouldn't look at me differently," he half hissed, voice low and dangerous, noses almost touching with his intensity. "And you just did. Still are."

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Next thing you knew Aemond's hand gripped your throat, holding with enough pressure to let you know you were at his mercy. "Do I scare you, princess?" He asked, head tilting.

"No," you lied. He was scaring you. Yet, you'd never felt so alive. "Aemond. I don't care what anyone else has said to you about your eye. I stand by what I said earlier. To me you are lovely. Even missing one eye you are the most handsome man I've ever seen." Your airy voice shook, and your thighs tensed around his lap in a different fashion.

Without saying anything in return, the young prince crashed his mouth to yours with an intensity that burned through your clothes and senses. You moaned into his mouth. Raking your fingers through his hair, you gasped as his free hand dug into the soft flesh of your hip. His body hardened beneath you, fiery passion blazing through both of you as he urged your core to press down on him firmer. You whimpered helplessly when his hand left your throat to grip onto the other side of your hip.

"Have you ever been touched?" He asked, stilling your movements over him.

You shook your head, honest this time, and couldn't stop the rush of blood to your face. "No. I've only kissed others."

"How many others?"

"A few boys and girls," you answered and a new wave of shyness threatened to override your boldness.

That got a reaction out of him. "Girls too? Mmm, my princess, you are full of surprises aren't you?" He leaned forward and trailed his mouth along the line of your jaw, down the plane of your neck, stopping only once he reached the top of your shoulder, smirking. "And you've never touched yourself for pleasure?"

Pressure built behind your ears, making your head woozy with the combination of his affections and question. You knew you should answer him truthfully, but for a moment you considered lying again. Alas, honesty won. "I have," you said in a small voice, shyness wholly taking you over now.

A chuckle sounded from Aemond as he began to coax your hips into grinding down on him once more. "I can't blame you. A wet cunt is sooo much fun to play with, isn't it?"

Despite your unrelenting blush, you found the courage to ask, "you've touched others?"

"Mhm. A few."

Like a stone thrown into water, a nasty pang of jealousy rippled out from your stomach through your whole body. "Have you ever laid with any?"

He shook his head and a part of you felt instant relief. "No. I won't father bastards."

"Then it's a good thing we won't have to worry about that in a week, yes?" Your voice like sugar sweetened fruit dripped through him as if it were honey and it took all he had to not claim you right then and there. His arousal strained beneath you, the clothed length of him warm and solid in a way that made your head fuzzy with anticipation.

A throaty groan broke free from him at your words. "My sweet untouched betrothed... my whole lap is hot from your little cunt. You are driving me wild," he kissed you, rolling his hips up against you until you couldn't bite back your whimpers any longer. "I want to watch you touch yourself to peak."

Did he really just say that? You actually thought you might have heard him wrong, because surely...? "My prince?" You asked, shock evident upon your features. You could have died.

"I want to watch, and listen, as you fuck yourself until those pretty eyes roll back in your head," he explained, voice controlled and soft: the sin of lust given flesh. "If it will help, I'll touch myself along with you too. For... motivation," he actually purred with his last word, temptation branding your brain with scalding desire.

You considered his offer. Giddiness at the risk and thrill of it made your mouth form words before you properly thought them through. "Okay. I've never done it before, but... for you I will."

He could have exploded in his trousers right then. For him you would do something so depraved? So lecherous? "Sȳz hāedar. good girl. Now, go sit over there and I will sit over here. If we are too close, I won't be able to stop myself from defiling our proposal by taking your body as mine. God's be damned."

Your head swam as you followed his order, sitting at one end of the fallen log as he sat at the other. You were thankful for the grass as you leaned back on one elbow for support, tentatively lifting a knee to give yourself better access to where you ached with need. Even if you wanted, words failed to form in your head or on your tongue, eyes wide as you held contact with Aemond; lilac and sapphire utterly bewitching you. His posture mirrored yours.

As if on their own accord, your hands dragged the hems of your dress higher and higher, stopping only when it was bunched between your bent up thigh and belly. Shyly and lustfully alike, you tugged your small clothes down the length of your legs until they were forgotten around an ankle.

Aemond's nostrils flared, pupil blown wide, as he locked to that barely exposed space between your thighs. "Open your legs."

With shaking breath, you did. Your center glistened with slick. The mere motion sent a gasp trembling from your lips and you thought you might actually pass out.

Long fingers pulled at the laces of his trousers and he lazily opened the front, not yet pulling himself free. The sight was entirely casual and much too sensual – the ivory skin of his pelvis above his restrained cock on display. "Hold yourself open. I want to see all of you."

You did. You were pink and swollen, practically dripping, and the exposed underside of your thigh tensed with restrained fervor. The low sound Aemond made didn't quite reach your ears, but the way his features hardened and flared, you saw his approval. His eye shone dark as the deepest shadow in his sapphire.

With a muffling bite over your bottom lip, the pads of your fingers traced up your slit, then slowly down, and up again, the bud of your clit a single touch away from throbbing. You tipped your head to your shoulder and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the pleasure in spite of the gnawing bashfulness that swelled in your chest. As you circled your clit your hips rolled into your own touch. You gasped softly and whimpered softer still. Your body was so eager. Wanton.

Aemond struggled to pay attention to your features and hand alike, his own head hazy with unfiltered lust. "Gevie. beautiful. Look at you. Gasping for your own touch already." He idly stroked over himself through his trousers, knowing once he gave into himself he wouldn't last long – not with you presenting yourself like this.

"I want to see you too, my prince," you said between a wavering breath, a lovely coil of pleasure beginning to build in your core. You continued to circle and flick that delightfully engorged and sensitive bud, back arching.

"Push a finger inside yourself first. And a second," he replied, voice rasping, the muscles in his low abdomen flexing.

A deep blush crept down your chest and warmed the tips of your ears alike. Yet, you needn't be told twice. Angling your wrist, you immediately pushed your middle and ring finger into your sopping, spongy walls. Your toes curled inside your shoes. Your mouth hung open with lewd moans, and you fought to look at him as your digits twirled.

The wet sounds of your cunt sent a blast of fire along each and every part of Aemond. No longer could he deny himself. He spat into his hand and began fisting his cock. It was nowhere near how your body would feel, no matter how firmly he squeezed, but that didn't stop him from trying. He pumped along his length needily, languidly, thumb swiping over his exposed head in rhythm. "A third."

Through your building bliss you watched him. You'd felt him a couple times before, and even that couldn't prepare you for truly seeing him. He had a beautiful cock. Not that you'd ever seen one like this before. Yet somewhere deep and primal in your brain knew: Aemond was impressive. Between his length and girth even the blushed color of him was alluring. You wondered what it'd feel like inside your own smaller palm, how your smaller fingers would look wrapped around him. How he'd feel squeezed inside you, splitting you in half.

"Won't fit...," you whispered across to him, forcing your eyes to focus on his – his eye, not his sapphire – though you found yourself switching between both.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, jaw relaxing with a silent gasp. "It will. You've the wettest cunt I've heard."

Surely you were in a purgatory of the Seven Heavens and Seven Hells alike. This didn't even feel real. "Aemond...," you whined in dubious protest. Relaxing your core sent your legs opening wider, and your pelvis rolled to give yourself a new angle. You made a tight triangle with the addition of your index finger. Carefully, you pushed into yourself. Immediately the sensation sent your eyes rolling closed, jaw slack, and your hips arched up into your touch. You couldn't help the sounds of pleasure that came from you. Divine; the closest you'd ever become to a goddess.

Aemond groaned. "Fuck... stretched all around your pretty little fingers." He struggled to keep his eye open as his pace increased, his movements deliberate, chasing his high the vision of you granted him. His tip shone with a slow ooze of his seed, thumb quick to swipe over it with agonizing need.

Something in your belly snapped and all the tension of the day, and all the days since arriving at King's Landing, released in an instant. Unrestrained pleasured sounds ripped from your throat and your body quivered in the aftershocks of your bliss. A thin sheen of sweat glowed along your skin. You were a panting mess. Part of you couldn't believe this was truly happening.

Focusing your gaze, it opened to see Aemond's sheened face furrowed in pleasure. The prince's mouth slackened and the softest, most delicious series of moans you'd ever heard escaped him. You wanted to hear that again, and again, and again. Orgasm burst through him with enough pressure to send the first spurt of his seed landing on his clothed abdomen. The final wave of his spend dribbled onto his hand and he made no move to wipe it away.

In two easy motions he stood and tucked himself back into his trousers, not yet bothering to lace them. He quickly closed the distance between you two and pulled you up to your feet. "The seed of a dragon isn't to be wasted. Open," he said much too huskily.

If that's how he always sounded after peak, you'd make sure to give them to him often. You looked up at him with hazy vision, post orgasm made everything seem heavy and magnificent. Your mouth parted and you slowly extended your tongue. You had a hunch to what he intended.

"Sȳz hāedar. good girl." He slid the meat between his thumb and forefinger down your tongue, lazily dragging the side of that same finger in the same path. Simultaneously, he lifted your guilty hand, hot mouth immediately wrapping around your fingers and sucking. The sensation sent another blazing wave of desire bolting right to your core. You swallowed. Mesmerized and abashed. "Pure and perfect and so sweet." He kissed you, then, the subtle salt and tang of both your bodies melding as your tongues collided.

"Let's not ever leave this rock," you said between kisses, smiling like a lovestruck fool; perhaps you were.

"There's time enough for one more thing before leaving...," he said slyly, holding you tight to him as he turned and lowered you to the ground once again. This time, however, he loomed above you. Silvery hair gleamed in the sunlight as it spilled over his shoulders, the ends tickling the exposed swath of your chest. "I won't yet take your maidenhead. But after your little show? I have to feel this cunny around something."

You gulped as he pulled your skirts up around your hips, excitement making them squirm. "I want you to take me though," you panted, needy and amoral.

"I intend to, my Lady," he replied, lolling his tongue to run the length of two fingers down it. The pads of those fingers instantly found your pearl and he wasted little time in circling your bud. Flicking, tracing, tantalizing.

You writhed beneath him, desperate and lascivious. "Please," you whined, half pathetic even to your own ears. You weren't sure what you were begging for, only for more of that sinfully wonderful euphoria. You grabbed the front of his coat and squeezed, rising your hips in an attempt to coax his fingers inside your fluttering core.

Aemond didn't have any fight in him for that, greedy to see you come undone beneath him. He followed your coax and slipped those two long digits inside the warm heat of your cunt and absolutely savored the sensation. He hissed an inward breath as your eyes unfocused and closed, whimpering the sweetest moan at his intrusion. "So wet. All of this for me? My lovely maiden. I will be the first and last man to touch you like this. You belong to me. ñuhon. mine. All mine," he laughed a dark sound as he began to rub and test along your walls. "My perfect virgin to shape how I see fit."

You simpered and melted beneath him. "Yours."

Dipping his head, he buried his face in the crook of your neck where he bit and sucked along the sensitive skin with the intention of leaving marks. Whoops. You might very well have to wear a high collar or your hair down for the next few days. With a flex of his forearm he began, unhurriedly, pumping in and out of you, shivering at the wet slaps his palm made on you.

You'd only ever been touched in such a way by your own exploration. The young dragon, whether intentional or not, seemed to know just how to stroke and slide around in you. His fingers, while not thick and meaty like some men's, were longer, rougher, and thicker than your own. He curled them up and you nearly choked on the absolute elation that radiated out from your core. Pulling his head up he kept the same pace and pressure, looking down at you with adoration and obsession. "Gevie. beautiful. I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." His free hand moved to your throat. He squeezed. Gently.

With a mind of their own your hips pushed and rolled against his hand. That extra little push was the final thing you needed. You cried out with orgasm beneath him, white lightening overtaking your entire nervous system so you only focused on one thing. Aemond Targaryen. Your pulse hammered beneath his delicate choke hold and your quim spasmed in tandem around his fingers. Overcome with the power your pulse granted him, he too came with you. He was going to need new breeches as soon as he returned to his chambers.

"I will have you like this, and many more ways, the night of our wedding."

Overwhelm crashed over you, eyes glassy as you looked up at him. "I look forward to it, my prince."

He laid beside you and pulled you tightly against him, kissing the crown of your head. "My sweet Arbor maiden."

You both laid there in the grass until the rumbling of your bellies demanded food and the sun moved across the sky.

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That night, for the first time in a very long time, you found yourself kneeling before white candles and incense in prayer to the Maiden. You prayed for forgiveness for your lechery; prayed she would take pity on you for giving into the man who you would soon wed. A twist of guilt rang in your chest even as heat collected in your underclothes at the memory of earlier.

That night, in the privacy of his chamber, Aemond fucked his fist with your name on his lips. He held his own face throughout, for a trace of your scent still lingered there and he found himself already addicted.

Alone, in both of your beds, sleep overcame you with lovely blackened serenity.

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[roronoaism]

♥︎ BEAUTY QUEEN ♥︎

part 1 out of ?

+ warnings: wlw relationship/themes, modern au (no mentions of pirates, the straw hats are just a group of friends), reader gets drunk

+ ft: designer! nico robin + artist! fem reader

+ wc: 0.6k

+ summary: after scoring a job to help a local designer grow her business, you get roped into her group of friends. however, robin seems to have taken an interest in you, and you can't help but feel that it's more than work place admiration.

+ notes: i plan on writing like, 2 or 3 of these? the next ones will have more relationship development and smut i promise yall

after ages of working hard, perfecting your art skills and proving people (and maybe yourself) that you did deserve to be part of the arts, you achieved success.

or, a miniature success. but it's still a win in your book.

you stand outside a small design studio, Hana Hana no Mi, an elegant purple and pink theme surrounding the place. 'looks cute', you think to yourself, walking in the place, a small chime ringing. a lady comes out, with the aura of true beauty. which is a thing now, because you said so.

"hello, is there something you need, sweetheart?" she ask, a playful smile plastered on her face.

"i'm your new assistant. i'm from the art school, the one who's gonna help out? or something, honestly whatever you need, ms-?"

"nico robin. but please, call me robin~" she purrs, looking at you with an interested gleam in her eye.

"quite a cutie, you will definitely be a help around here~! all i have is sanji constantly up my ass about asking nami out, and luffy tries to eat in here, oh, and -" she rambles on, mentioning names you haven't heard before.

"who exactly are those people?" you ask, looking at her curiously.

"oh, my friends. don't worry, you'll meet em soon!" she chirps, turning around and organizing a rack of clothes.

"these are beautiful." you mumble in awe, staring a skirt she designed. "all you?"

the ravenette turns to back, a small smile on her face. "yes. it's hard work, but i'm glad i have someone around. now, do you have any experience in design? fashion industry? clothing making?"

"no... but i'm an artisit!" you nervously reply, a small look of concern plastered on your face. "is that bad or-"

"it'll do. don't fret, i'll take good care of you. how about you settle your stuff down here, and then i take ya to get some drinks with my friends, hm?" robin ask, smiling as she takes your hand. "you'll be fine, darlin'. they don't bite. only sanji, if ya like it though... he's just horny, and zoro is just grumpy." she drops your hand, working on closing the store up for the mean time, letting you settle down.

♡ ♡ ♡

the bar is noisy, and loud. you sit next to robin and luffy, the so called 'leader of the straw hat crew' rambling your ear off. robin listens in on your two's (one sided, almost) conversation, giggling anytime you look to her for help on getting the man to shut up.

you didn't know how many drinks you were on, but things were starting to get fuzzy. sanji and zoro were off bickering somewhere, and luffy's words were blending together in your ears.

"hey, let's get ya back to my place, hm?" robin ask, a hand on your shoulder. you nodded, unsure of what was happening entirely, but happy to leave the loud and chaotic place.

robin walks you back to her apartment, settling you on the couch and getting you a glass on water and a bit of food. "incase your hungry, i'd hate for my doll to feel like absolute shit, although i bet you're gonna be dealin with a hangover tomorrow, you drank a bit."

the worry on her face was apparent, but not like you could tell in your drunken haze. you just nodded at her words, resting on her shoulder and chest, before dozing off into a silent slumber.

her hand rest on your shoulder, keeping you close to her. exactly where she wanted you.

your phone goes off, and robin takes a look at who texted you. the number was unknown, and the message read 'can we meet up again? its been a while... i miss you'

maybe she wouldn't have you yet

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[mtc-4life]

Hi there!! I adored your Samatoki & Rio hcs with an s/o w anxiety problems!! I stan MTC with all my heart ^_^!! I suffer from agorophobia with panic attacks, and reading those made me feel happy <3 May I request Jyuto hcs w an s/o (gender neutral), helping them manage their anxiety disorder and helping them to go outside, accompanying them to places? Tysm <333 and have a great day!!

｡ﾟ･ Jyuto with an anxious S/O who struggles to go outside - Headcanons ･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

From the same request: Samatoki / Rio / Jyuto

☆ Author’s notes: Hey, I have been gone for so long due to my own struggles, so I'm glad you take comfort by reading my stuff. ♥

• When Jyuto met you, he thought nothing could take you down. Your great skills at the investigation department made you look like you were at the top of your game.

• Life went on and you two fell in love. You used to show him only your professional side, yet your work persona was starting to fade in front of him. Your vulnerabilities were becoming more and more evident.

• As much as feeling in love with him made you happy, you couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when Jyuto finally noticed your anxiety issues. He was so into you; he surely didn’t imagine how small you felt about this.

• Now you’ve been dating for a while and Jyuto could tell you often felt worried, yet at first, he imagined it could be due to trivial problems, as it happens to himself.

• However, at some point, a very delicate situation was part of your investigations and he noticed something was indeed not okay. Ordinary problems seemed amplified by your mind now that you had to deal with such a touching scenario.

• And you knew it was becoming obvious to Jyuto. You told him not to come to your house anymore, said you loved him but was struggling a bit with life. You started showing up late to work, feeling nervous about your duties. When anxiety hits you, it’s tough to do everyday tasks. Going to buy groceries felt difficult, some days you just wished to feel calm again :(

• He really tried to give you space, but he saw you suffering at work and it broke his heart. Jyuto tried to calling you, you always told him it was all good, you just needed some time to think about life. He knew you were hiding things from him.

• He could not stand there seeing you isolate yourself: he found out your friends were also missing your presence.

• One day, you didn’t show up to work. He decided to take the next day off and went to your place as soon as he got off work to verify what was going on.

• He knocked the door several times. After a few minutes, you opened. Tears were rolling down your face.

• “Darling, what’s going on???”

• You just couldn’t reply, your hands were shaking, it was almost impossible to breathe.

• He closed the door and embraced you tightly, rubbing your back as you decided to tell him how horrible you’ve been feeling due to anxiety.

• You were suppressing your feelings for so long to society, you couldn’t do it anymore. It all made you suffer more.

• He listened very carefully to your words, and looked at you with a pained expression.

• “I never told you because you admired me so much… I didn’t want to look weak in front of you. When I felt like work was too much, I stopped seeing you because I wanted you to see me only when I felt good again…”

• “I understand it – he said – sometimes we crash down, dear. This line of work is a lot to handle. I had some rough moments before, but I feel like it would be better if you seek medical help. Anxiety is a serious matter, you should not neglect it. You can always rely on me as well, and I would like to take care of you for a while.”

• His words were so encouraging it made you cry even more, which made him caress your head trying to comfort you.

• But how about the investigation? They needed you there, working hard to achieve justice…

• “I think you better give up on this investigation. You have the right to step back from work. I am afraid it’s increasing your anxiety” – Jyuto suggested you gave up about work.

• “I am so incompetent! They will never understand, Jyuto! I just wish I could be more like you…”

• “Oh dear, if they don’t understand, let it be. And no, you are not incompetent and I, too, have my own struggles. I’m not uncrushable. However, I assure you, you have my full support. We will try to convince them to give you a different task. The worst that could happen is being fired, and honestly, I promise I can help you financially until you get a different job. Honestly, I don’t think they will do that, though – you are very smart, love.”

• It was difficult to imagine Jyuto struggling, yet his voice sounded as if he’s been through a lot. The cool minded police officer you met at work hadn’t told you everything about him yet. You felt less ashamed for not telling him about your anxiety right when you met.

• We all have bits of ourselves we try to conceal, after all.

• And that’s how Jyuto ended up living in your house for a few months. You weren’t eating properly since you feared stepping out of the house in that state – Jyuto helped you going to the supermarket again, he invited you for late night walks when he was free, he took you to see the Yokohama lights in his car.

• You regained your abilities to go to places without feeling nervous thanks to his help.

• You took some days off at work until you finally felt comfortable about going back. Everyone thankfully understood your wish to step back from that specific investigation thanks to, as your co-workers said, “your remarkable abilities at work”. As Jyuto said, they did appreciate your job.

• Anxiety medications became part of your life, and Jyuto was very happy to see how good you started to feel after seeking help.

• Jyuto came into your life at the time you most needed him, even when you tried to push him away due to fear. He was there for you always. When anxiety hits you, you know you can count on him. ♥

[ackermansimper]

Heyyy! So Levi saying I love you to his s/o for the first time?

Thanks for requesting! I actually saw a similar request in my inbox. It was his s/o saying it for the first time and I plan on doing that soon as well. Until then though, enjoy this!

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Levi saying 'I love you' to his s/o for the first time

You and Levi had been dating for about three months. You both barely did any couple things or stuff that would be regarded lovey dovey. You both had been on about two dates and you guys had hugged less times than you could count on one hand. Needless to say, you both were taking it slow.. Real slow.

You never really minded it and it seemed like Levi was just fine with it. However, the thought of when the first 'i love you' would come into play did force its way into your mind from time to time. You loved Levi. You never said it out loud but you definitely knew you did. Levi? You weren't exactly sure what was going through his mind but you were convinced of his feelings enough to stay. I mean, why else would he not only accept your feelings, but go out of his way to be a bit softer towards you? Your relationship wasnt completely built on coldness and distance so you were content.

However, as all the soldiers including you were getting ready for the expedition you all were about to head out on, Levi came up to you from behind. You didn't notice at first until he begun checking your straps and gear. You were definitely caught off guard by the sudden contact with him and begun blushing but stayed still.

"Don't go out there and die Y/n" he said, making you to look down and smile at him. "I won't die. Make sure you come back in one piece as well, okay?" you replied, beginning to enjoy the sudden attention. He stood up and patted your shoulder before turning around. You assumed he'd walk off but instead he stood there for a second before turning around again and grabbing both your shoulders.

"I love you.." was all he said. Three simple words that caught you by utter surprise. You hadn't expected to hear him say that. Especially now. You simply grinned wide as you couldn't hold it back and replied with a "I love you too!" back. He patted your head and then turned around, walking away this time.

You were beyond surprised at first but it soon turned into pure joy and happiness. You never would've expected this but it made your day. You were determined to stay true to your word. Actually, to all of them. To stay alive and show him that your 'i love you' back wasn't a lie.

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

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[smokersbaby]

Yay Smoker requests <3 He needs more love.

May I request a scenario where he gets an anonymous gift for his birthday and finds out it's you? Maybe confessing feelings in the process, could be fluffy or smutty, both are fine. I enjoy your writing all the same, so I leave interpretation to you!

Thank you for the request! I've made scenarios of this in my mind (to make it more realistic as a situation) and I decided to not include smutty things in this short fanfic, but I'm willing to continue this story since the prompt is good! -> this is the second fanfic for the "Smoker's Birthday event", the last one will be published on March 18th! You can find the first one here!

Characters: Smoker TW: none! Just some fluff :) Words count: +900

The gift was wrapped in dark matt paper, with an elegant red ribbon and a little note placed on top of it. There was nothing more on Smoker's desk inside his marine base's office, fortunately, he didn't have documents to deal with on the day of his birthday.  He entered the room expecting to find his table empty but it wasn't since there was a present for him. A curious look appeared on Smoker's face. Someone gave him a present? He approached the desk to pick up the gift and to shake it a little: it wasn't quite heavy.  As he noticed the little note on top of it, Smoker grabbed the paper to read it. "Happy Birthday Smo-yan ♥" was written on it. Only G-5 marines used to call him like that. Two letters were also written at the bottom of the message (the first letter of your name and surname) but Smoker couldn't connect these capital letters to your name.  He started to unbox his gift, what could it be? Probably the most reasonable present he could receive, but yet the one he appreciates the most: cigars. They weren't cheap cigars, tough, Smoker recognized in a second that they were some good ones, probably from another part of the world where they produce the best variety of those.  As he grabs one to try it, Smoker hears someone knocking at his door's office. He lets out a huff in disappointment since someone is ruining that moment. "Come in. What do you want?" he says with a rough tone of voice without even knowing who is banging at his door.  Your head pops out in the room, you're too excited to be bothered by his tone of voice, furthermore, he's almost every time like that. "Did you like it?" you ask him giggling. He turns toward you since he wasn't facing the door right now. His cheeks turn pink as he sees you standing behind him.  "W-what?" he replies as if he didn't understand your question. You point at the cigars on the table. "Did you like those??", a wide smile spreads on your face seeing Smoker already holding one in hand.  "Is it yours?" he seems a little shocked knowing that you gave him that gift. "Well, I suppose it's yours now, Smo-yan" you can't help but smile seeing him so surprised.  You know he appreciated your gift, but you want him to tell you directly.  "Yes, I love it..." he says as he scratches the back of his head, flustered a bit saying that. You were his favourite marine in all the G-5, not because you were the strongest or the most diligent one, there was something about you that made his head dizzy and his heart flutter and he couldn't explain what it was to himself.  He isn't the kind of person who likes having people around, but he doesn't feel bothered in any way by your presence, on the contrary, he feels like he wants to have you not only around but also near him.  He found himself thinking about you a lot of times, his eyes fixed on you while you were working in the G-5 with him. His thoughts weren't about work at that moment, though, and his cheeks became red every time he realised how inappropriate his thoughts were.  "Thank you..." he whispers. You noticed in a moment how flustered he was as soon he expressed his gratitude towards you. It's like he's about to tell you something. "What is it, Smoker? Are you okay?" you tilt slightly your head as you say so. "Y-yes. I was wondering if you... well, if you are free tonight" he asks. You can't believe your ears, you thought he had some kind of feelings towards you but you didn't expect him to expose himself like that.  "Are you for real?" your eyes shine as you say so, you can't hide your excitement.

"Yes of course!" he says without hesitation.  "Yes, I am... is that a date?" you smirk as you say so. He tries to keep himself calm and serious hiding his shyness.  Smoker comes towards you and gazes into your eyes. "It is, this whole time I've wanted to ask you."

Your knees tremble a bit as you look up at him, raising your head to look him in the eyes, he's standing right in front of you.  The butterflies in your stomach flutter a lot, Smoker's presence made you feel that way every time you were around him, but you never felt intimidated by him like everyone else once. 

At that exact moment that sensation was stronger than ever, probably it was already love and you didn't know. His hand moves your hair away from your face and places it behind your ear, you can't move at all at that moment as you are hypnotized by his moves. He smiles, that's so rare of him that you smile back instinctively. 

"I'll see you at nine, then?" he asks. "Sure" you reply with joy in your voice. He takes a step back realizing how close to you it is and blushes a bit. 

You can't help but chuckle while you wave at him exiting his office, knowing he's looking forward to seeing you tonight. And so do you. 

[writingwhimsey]

Congrats on your milestone, Whimsey!!🥳🥳🥳 I'm so happy for you! TwT May I request the NSFW HC number 1 + Arthur, Leonardo, and Mitsuhide, pretty please? ♥ May more readers come your way~ ♥

Thank you so much for the encouragement and for the ask! This one was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

ikevamp: Arthur & Leonardo

ikesen: Mitsuhide

NSFW prompt 1: Suitors react to an MC/reader who writes smut

NSFW 18+ content

Arthur:

He had seen you writing plenty of times. You never shared your writing with him, but he understood how that could be.

One day, you had left your writing paper out while you had to go run an errand with Sebas.

Arthur came back to the room and saw your paper out. He went to close your notebook. At least that’s what he told himself he was going to do.

He hadn’t planned on reading your book, but he couldn’t help himself. Once he happened to just glance at your page…and he sees what you have written.

When you return to your shared room later, you almost drop the coffee you’re carrying when you see Arthur sitting on the bed, your book sitting open in his lap.

He looks up at you, smiling.

“Luv, why didn’t you tell me what you like to write?”

Your cheeks are red. “It’s…uh…just…a little embarrassing…” You confess.

“You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about, luv. Your writing is good. I especially enjoyed this part.” He then gestures to a particularly spicy section.

You blush even further. “I…uh…”

Arthur is reaching for you and pulling you into his lap. “Your writing really is good. Not just the spicy stuff, but the plot and structure…you can really feel the love between the characters. So it makes the spicy parts even more rewarding.”

“So…you really liked it?” You ask.

Arthur nods. “Of course, luv…now how about we recreate this scene…and all the other spicy bits.” He’s then capturing your lips and taking you on a personal tour of all the love scenes from your own book.

Leonardo:

When he stumbles upon you sound asleep with a book in your lap, he thinks you look so precious. He goes to move you into a more comfortable position and then picks up your book.

He’s curious as to what his cara is reading so he begins to read over it.

That is when he recognizes the writing as your own.

At first he thinks it’s a journal and goes to put it away, wanting to respect your privacy.

That is until he reads a few sentences.

His eyes widen when he comes across a sentence that is the beginning of a rather explicit scene.

He soon finds himself sitting down and reading the words, unable to stop himself.

He wasn’t sure how much he had read when he hears you gasp. He looks up and sees your red cheeks.

“Scusa.” He says not at all apologetic. He’s then setting the book aside as he comes over to you. “I had no idea my Cara had such naughty thoughts in that beautiful head of hers.”

“Well…they’re all inspired by you.” You confess, your cheeks reddening.

“What am I gonna do with you, my naughty girl?” He says before gently pushing you back and climbing on top of you. “How about I give you more inspiration, Cara Mia?”

He’s then spends the time taking you to new heights and giving you new things to write about. Though it may take you a few days to be able to even think of doing anything else again.

Mitsuhide:

Mitsuhide returns from a long mission to find you asleep at your desk, brush having fallen from your hand.

He chuckles to himself as he gently moves you to the futon and covers you up. He then goes to clean up your paper, brush, and ink. He was curious as to what you were writing, thinking it must have been a reply to the latest letter he had sent for you.

Amber eyes widen in disbelief at the words he sees written on the paper.

You’re soon being woken up by Mitsuhide’s lips on yours. 

It takes you a few moments to process what’s going on but soon you come to full awareness.

There’s a teasing light in Mitsuhide’s eyes as he looks at you and that’s when you remember what you had been writing before you had fallen asleep. You blush deeply.

“My, my little mouse.” He says. “I never knew you were one to have such lascivious thoughts.”

You blush as you explain that you used to write such stories all the time in your original time and people really liked them.

Mitsuhide gives you that handsome devilish grin. “Oh, little mouse…that is most excellent news… now why don’t we have a little fun and work on new material for you?”

You then spend the night, Mitsuhide treating you to your wildest fantasies you had written. Though you definitely can’t walk for the next few days.

[eddie-sweetheart]

🏕 Camp Lovers Lake - Chapter Three 🏕

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader summer camp story. Set just before the beginning of season 3 of Stranger Things, with a few diversions from the original plot of the series.

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Pairing and tropes • Eddie Munson x Female Reader - fluff, forced proximity, slightly slow burn, summer camp clichés ♥︎

Summary • June, 1985. Close to the city of Hawkins, Indiana, the placid waters of Lovers Lake stand as the perfect background for the homonymous summer camp, where you’re about to be a counselor for the last time before senior year and then, hopefully, college. Your brother Dustin Henderson won’t be with you this year, as he’s chosen to attend Camp Know Where until July - but with your best friend Robin Buckley at your side and the unexpected addition of Steve Harrington to your duo, the upcoming months seem to promise endless fun and exciting adventures nonetheless. However, as you get closer to Eddie Munson, resident metalhead and drug dealer who’s been forced by his uncle to work at Camp Lovers Lake after another missed graduation, your plans for the summer might have to go in a completely different direction.

Warnings • Cursing, possible mentions and/or depictions of violence, sexually suggestive language. Having no idea where this is going myself, you’ll need to be 18+ to read this fic just in case!

Chapter notes • I wish I was the one going on a hike with Eddie 🥲 I really hope you like this chapter and that this fic is giving the right vibes! Any idea, suggestion or feedback is appreciated as always :)

Chapter word count: 4.2k

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“Good morning sunshine”

Your peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted by something soft being thrown at your face, startling you into a confused daze. As you blink your eyes open, you realize it’s Robin’s pillow, which is now laying at your side while she’s staring at you, already fully dressed and with an equally amused and interrogative smile. 

“Was that really necessary?” You mutter, attempting to turn around but failing miserably as another pillow hits the back of your head.

“Yes it was? Since you’re late and there are pancakes for breakfast today” Robin enthusiastically replies, moving away from the top bed to let you climb down with a groan. 

“What took you so long last night by the way?” She asks while you start getting undressed, PJ shorts pooling down at your feet. “You got me stuck with Harrington for almost an hour”. 

“I had a little incident” you reply, showing her your bandaged left middle finger as you slip into your camp t-shirt. “Also, Eddie Munson came by and I had to show him where we keep the booze”. 

“Uhm, rude?” Robin exclaims at your gesture, fake shock in her voice turning genuine as soon as she hears Eddie’s name. “Wait, Munson? Aren’t we supposed to, like, avoid him? Do you remember what Steve said? Wait- did he have something to do with the incident? Did he hurt you?” She interrogates you, grabbing your hand to examine the damage. 

You shrug with a smile at her concern. “Come on Robin, we just talked” you tell her, gently removing your hand from hers, “He’s not that bad either, you know. A bit weird, maybe, but he actually seems nice”. 

“Mmmh” Robin hums, leaning on the wooden doorframe of the cabin, the early morning sun-rays drawing golden highlights on her dark blonde hair. “If you say so.”

“On another note, instead” you digress, pointing your unharmed finger at her, “did you tell Steve?”

Robin sighs, blushing a little. “Yes” she finally admits, “he was a little surprised at first, but he was actually very nice about it. And now he knows that we swing the same way - even if I suspect I will never beat him to Tammy Thompson” she says, rolling her eyes in defeat.

“Never say never, hotshot” You state, latching your arm under hers as you finally make your way out of the cabin and join the rest of the campers on their way to breakfast. 

And, just like always, breakfast goes by way too fast. There’s barely time for your coffee to kick in and take you out of the lingering morning numbness before you have to pack your backpack and get the Group B kids ready for the early afternoon hike. 

While you’re bringing your now empty tray back to the serving station in the dining room, Steve and Robin bickering behind you about the correct way to prepare pancake batter, you catch a glimpse of Eddie, who’s still sitting at the table with Gareth and another guy. As his gaze casually lifts up to meet yours, you tentatively offer a greeting smile, obtaining an acknowledging nod in exchange. 

You and Robin briefly go back to your cabin to grab your stuff, the heat of the summer day already making you sweat. Just as you’ve closed the zip of the backpack and you’re finally ready to go, wondering how you’re going to manage a dozen prepubescent kids in the middle of the woods, Robin interrupts your train of thought with a hesitant cough. 

“What?” You ask, your heart beating slightly faster than usual as soon as you notice her there’s something important I need to tell you expression. 

“You’re with Group B today, right?” She begins, and you realize she’s going the long way round. 

“Cut to the chase, Robin” you sigh, leaning back on the desk in front of the window, the chattering of the campers barely audible through the thick, slightly dirty glass. 

Robin looks at you sideways. “Have you checked who’s been assigned to your group?”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, relief unexpectedly filling your chest even if you don’t really know what you were expecting. “Look, Robin” you begin, “If you’re still worried about Munson, I can assure you that he’s-“

“I don’t mean him” Robin interrupts you, “I mean Patrick. He’s coming with you, together with Jenna”. 

Your chest tightens a little. You haven’t properly checked the assignment list for the day - you just quickly looked for your name last night, not really worrying about the eventual company. And you now realize that maybe you should have. 

You take a deep breath, nonetheless. You’re not going to let Patrick and his latest flirt ruin your day. “I appreciate the heads up and your concern” you tell Robin, squeezing her hand, “But I’m okay. I’m over it, for good - I promise. Plus, I’ll be in good company” you conclude with a wink, causing Robin to snort and smile at the same time. 

— 🏕 —

“So” Eddie begins, finally breaking the slightly awkward silence that has accompanied you for the first ten minutes of the hike, “How’s your finger, Henderson?”

It didn’t take a long time for the sparse grove around the camp to turn into the thick forest that is surrounding you as you walk side by side. After a good twenty minutes of making sure that every kid in your group had their sandwich and snack packed and their boots tightly laced up, you finally started on the trail that encircled the lake, quickly leaving behind the loud chattering of camp to be surrounded by the soft rustling of leaves, the chirping sounds of wild birds and the distant trickling of one of the many streams flowing into the lake. 

In an unspoken agreement, the group was led in the front by Patrick and Jenna, with whom you accurately made sure not to speak more than necessary; you and Eddie, instead, took your place at the back of the chaotic line of kids, keeping an eye on them as they make their way through the wild vegetation. 

At first, you didn’t really know what to say to him - especially because you were so focused on ignoring the distant sound of Jenna’s annoying and forced laughs and Patrick’s ridiculous efforts to impress her. But, thankfully, Eddie has unknowingly found a way to distract you, even if he thinks he’s just looking for something to talk about. 

“Doesn’t hurt much” you reply, your eyes stuck on the ground to watch your steps and avoid tripping on branches or roots. “The bleeding stopped quite quickly, so I didn’t bother telling the nurse this morning”. 

“That’s good to hear” Eddie says with a nod and silence falls again between the two of you. At first it’s kind of weird, not talking. But then, the awkwardness turns into a sort of quiet and comfortable mutual understanding that lets you both enjoy the calming sounds of nature. 

Eddie doesn’t strike you as the kind of person that enjoys being outside in the wilderness, but as you take a few quick glances at him you realize how he seems at ease with his surroundings, casually stroking the occasional leaf on a branch or lightly patting trees as you pass by them. 

“You go on hikes often?” You ask, trying to make some small talk. 

“Mmmh, nope” he replies, looking straight ahead at the trail before you, “but I don’t mind a change of scenery. It’s not that bad, being here in the woods - but I will never admit it, so you didn’t hear this from me, yeah?” He’s quick to add, finally turning towards you with an upside-down smile, dimples on full display on his cheeks. 

“Promise I won’t rat you out” You laugh in response, returning his gaze. 

He thanks you with a small bow, before going back to looking at the kids in front of you. 

“I used to be outside a lot, actually, when I was their age” he adds with a nod in their direction, “very useful to work on my first D&D campaigns.  And to avoid my parents’ fights”. He kind of blurts out this last piece of information and as his words linger in the warm summer air you suspect that maybe he regrets saying them. 

“That sounds like a great way to pass the time” you observe, tiptoeing around his confession. 

“Yeah, well, that was years ago anyways” Eddie states, one hand gesturing vaguely in the air as he suddenly turns more serious. 

“I used to run away from… domestic altercations as well, you know?” You decide to tell him, the blurred, distant memory of you and Dustin’s father briefly appearing in your mind, “but I never made it farther than our backyard”. 

Eddie scoffs, but as you glance sideways you notice that his smile is back. 

“Oh, I see where you got that from then” he tells you jokingly, but you don’t get it straight away. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, lifting your leg up as you try to climb over a fallen trunk that’s lying across the path. Eddie, who’s already past it, stops to wait for you, casually leaning against a tree on the side of the trail. 

“You basically ran away last night” he states, a hint of amusement mixed with curiosity in his voice. 

You stop halfway across your climbing, your legs on either side of the trail as you basically straddle the tree trunk. 

“Did I?” You ask in genuine surprise. 

Eddie shrugs. “Maybe I’m wrong. Or, maybe you were scared of being alone with the mean and dark metalhead slash drug dealer slash probable satanist” he adds, now clearly teasing you. 

However, it’s not hard for you to spot the hint of self-deprecation in his words. 

“That's quite a lot of titles for just one person” you carefully observe, finally catching up with him as you both start walking again. 

“Well, what can I say - go big or go home” Eddie states, the trademark lilt in his voice making its comeback as you approach a turn in the path. 

Since the brief pause you took to climb over the trunk made you lose sight of the kids for a moment, you expect to see them as soon as you turn around the corner - and you do see them, but they’re a bit farther away than you thought. But, closer to you on the trail, there’s a little boy sitting on the ground. As you and Eddie approach him, you both notice that he’s sniffling. 

“Hey, Tim” you address him by his name as you get down on one knee to be on his level, Eddie standing behind you with a curious look on his face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Tim tears up and shakes his head without uttering a single word. He’s a regular at camp and you know he’s had a few problems in the past with bullies - his parents always made sure to warn the director and ask him to keep an eye on him, even if it was supposed to be just a school-related issue. And, of course, the director made sure to warn all counselors as well, the camp policy contemplating zero tolerance for such behaviors. That's why your first thought is that, maybe, something of that kind has just happened.

“Tim” you address him again, softly placing one of your hands on his knee. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything. I promise you’re not in trouble, but I need to know why you’re upset so we can try to make it better”. 

Tim finally looks up at you and nods slightly. 

“That’s great. Thank you for trusting me” you continue, squeezing his knee as reassuringly as you can. “Now, did someone hurt you, or say something bad?”

Tim lets out a little sob, and nods again. “Peter Carver said…” he begins, but tears block the words in his throat. You give him some time to collect himself, and as he starts to speak again the rustling of the leaves on the ground behind you tells you Eddie is taking a step closer. 

“Hey, you two” Patrick’s voice suddenly booms through the woods, “what’s taking you so long?”

You roll your eyes and Eddie turns towards him almost menacingly. 

“Shut the hell up, will you?” He exclaims, causing Patrick’s gaze to darken as he starts walking towards you, all the kids eyes now turned to the three of you. 

You stand up quickly and place yourself between Eddie and Patrick - the last thing that’s needed right now is a stupid scene, so you keep your cool as, for the first time in months, you address Patrick. 

“Look, everything is fine” you begin, almost startling him. “We’re having a little chat with Tim, here. Why don’t you guys go ahead in the meantime? We’ll catch up with you in a minute”. 

Patrick’s gaze goes back and forth between you, Eddie and Tim, but he doesn’t bother to reply - he simply nods and walks away, soon followed by an astonished Jenna and the rest of Group B. 

Now that everything is quiet again, you take a deep breath and kneel back down to Tim. Eddie stands there, listening attentively. 

“Sorry about that” you tell Tim with a smile. “What were you saying about Peter?”

The kid visibly gulps. “Peter said that if I talk to him again he’s going to lock me out of the cabin tonight, and Victor Creel will get me and kill me in the woods” he finally blurts out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he starts sobbing again. 

You sigh. That was predictable, Peter being Jason Carver’s devilish little brother. You’re surely going to report this later to the camp director, but first you need to try and make Tim feel better so he can finish the hike and go back to camp - even if you have no idea who this Victor Creel might be. 

“I see” you begin, looking at Tim straight in the eyes, “but I promise you there is nothing to be scared about. Peter will not lock you out and there is surely no boogeyman in the woods that will come for you. Just a few nice squirrels that want to climb trees and eat lots of nuts” you say, ruffling Tim’s hair and causing him to smile a little. “What about we finish this hike and once we’re back to camp we sneak into the kitchen and get you an extra piece of chocolate? Then I will make sure that Peter won’t bother you anymore. How does that sound?” 

Tim seems almost convinced at first, but he still doesn’t move an inch from his seat, his eyes now back on the ground. 

You slightly turn around to throw an eloquent glare at Eddie, silently asking him for some support. Eddie seems a little taken aback, but as he casually coughs he kneels down next to you. 

“Look, kid” he finally says, his voice getting Tim’s attention. “Bullies are mean and scary. And they suck, I know. You could say they are like… trolls”

Tim looks at him in surprise as Eddie starts gesturing vaguely with his hands, while you look in amusement at his theatricals. 

“Ugly, smelly trolls that live in dirty caves and come at you with a club in their chubby hands, screaming stupid words with growls and snarls” Eddie continues, interpreting each and every word with a different tone, making Tim giggle as he dries his tears. “But, when a troll comes your way, there is something you can do - do you know what Hobbits are?” He interrupts himself for a second until Tim shakes his head hesitantly. 

Eddie drops his arms in defeat. “That’s not good, man. Lord of the Rings? Nothing?” He asks Tim, but as you elbow him in the side, he gets the cue and resumes his speech. “Well, Tim, Hobbits are little creatures with quite big feet - very similar to us, just smaller” he continues, “but they are brave, and smart. They know how to sneak around trolls, how to trick them with words or even how to fight them sometimes, even if they are scared. So, if a bully comes for you like a troll, be like a Hobbit - be smarter, wiser, and fight the hell -“

“Aaaand that’s all you need to do, Tim” you interrupt  Eddie, before his lesson goes beyond what is appropriate to teach a kid, “always stand your ground and never respond to violence with violence” you underline, throwing an expressive side glance to a now innocently smiling Eddie. “Now, what about we get up and catch up with the others? I bet your friends are missing you” you finally ask the kid as you stand up again. 

Tim seems definitely better, even if his eyes are still a little red from crying. He gets up and after flashing a quick grin at Eddie, he starts heading back to the group, which is now farther along the trail. 

“Seems like it worked” you observe, as both you and Eddie resume walking as well. “He’s going to be the next Frodo Baggins now”.

Eddie’s face lightens up with the same excitement that you noticed last night at the mention of D&D. 

“I was thinking more of Bilbo, but I wasn’t expecting you to know the reference” he says, the tilted smile back on his lips. 

“You really must think I live under a stone or something” you joke, turning your head to look at him. “you know that The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are quite well known, yeah?”

Eddie blushes slightly, and he drops his head a little to cover the redness of his cheeks with his wavy hair. 

“Yeah, sure” he says, “it’s just… you don’t hear a lot of people talking about it at school or in general - and when they do, they usually make fun of it. As if it wasn’t better than throwing balls into laundry baskets or-” 

You let out a heartfelt laugh, interrupting him mid-sentence. “God, I really need to introduce you to my brother and his friends”. 

— 🏕 —

The rest of the hike goes by pretty smoothly, without further incidents. You all keep walking until you reach a clearing among the trees, where you decide to stop to eat your sandwiches and let the kids get some rest before heading back towards camp. 

As you sit in the tall, luscious grass, you can’t help but enjoy your surroundings: the warm breeze rustling the leaves above you, the refreshing feeling of the trees’ shade protecting you from the early afternoon sun, the nearby creek offering its freezing waters as the perfect pick-me-up for your heated skin. 

If it weren’t for the distant presence of Patrick and Jenna, who are occasionally throwing glances in your direction and muttering God knows what, it would truly be a perfect moment. But, thankfully, Eddie’s company is enough to keep you distracted and entertained. 

You keep making small talk, exchanging opinions on books, on which you seem to have similar taste, and music - on which your preferences couldn’t be more diverse. You don’t have a strictly favorite genre, as your playlists can easily range from Abba to The Clash - while, predictably, he mostly listens to heavy metal, which you’ve never really dipped your feet into. 

You also find out, much to your surprise, that he has a band. 

“Corroded Coffin” he proudly states as the takes the last bite of his sandwich, his back leaning on a tree at the edge of the clearing, where you’re sitting. 

“That’s actually a cool name. Very fitting” you observe, laying down in the grass in the sunlight.  “So it’s you and…?”

“Well, there’s four of us” he replies, brushing a few crumbles off of his camp t-shirt, “Gareth’s in it, and Jeff too - I don’t know if you know him, but he’s at this damned camp as well”. 

You nod uncertainly, supposing he’s the one Steve went on a hike and made “friends” with yesterday. 

“We play at the Hideout sometimes” Eddie continues, his eyes closed as he enjoys the last few moments of rest. “Even if we have a crowd of about… five drunks”. 

You giggle, the image of the late teens' band entertaining a small group of older bikers appearing in your mind. “I bet they’re very passionate fans” you state, and you kind of wonder how would it actually be to witness one of their concerts. Fun is what your mind comes up with. 

“You, uhm.. you could come see us” Eddie tentatively proposes, opening one eye to look at you and catch your reaction. “It would be a nice change in the audience, y’know. Having someone who’s not older than 50”. 

You didn’t expect the invite and you actually don’t know whether to take it seriously, but the idea is surprisingly appealing to you - so you opt for a “yeah, that’d be cool” that causes Eddie to flash you one of his dimply smiles. 

Around four o’clock, everyone gets up and you get ready to head back to camp. The sun shines bright above the trees, casting glittering specks of light on the ground as its rays filter through the branches and leaves. 

You and Eddie are talking a little less now - tiredness making you both more silent and absorbed in your thoughts. But you notice how, just like this morning, the silence is never uneasy or awkward: you’re unexpectedly okay with just enjoying each other’s company. 

Your enthusiasm kicks back in once you notice that the camp’s cabins are now visible again through the trees in the distance. You’re already enjoying the feeling of a refreshing shower and the taste of the pizza that’s been promised for dinner by Mrs. Janet - when, suddenly, you lose your balance and find yourself face-first into the ground. 

“Woah, Henderson, are you okay?” Eddie exclaims, rushing to your side to help you up. He offers you his hand and you absentmindedly take it - and just as your hand brushes with his and his heavy rings dig into your skin, a fluttering feeling rises up in your stomach - faint, but just strong enough for you to notice. It’s probably because you’re not used to people (guys) touching you anymore, you suppose.

“I’m fine, I think” you reply, still in surprise at your fall. As you struggle to your feet, you notice that you’ve tripped on a large root coming up from the ground; your eyes follow it back into the woods and you catch a glimpse of a… hole? A cave?

“What do you think that is?” You ask Eddie, pointing towards the hole in the ground that is half hidden by the vegetation.

Eddie squints his eyes to try and see better, but only ends up shaking his head, the chocolate brown of his hair catching golden stripes of late afternoon sunlight. “Wouldn’t know” he replies, his body already turning to catch up with everyone else on their way to camp, but he stops as soon as he notices you disappearing among the trees.

“Henderson! Wait” He exclaims, his voice rising by an octave as he sprints after you, his forehead barely avoiding a few lower branches as he curses. 

In the meantime, you’ve reached the cavity, which you’ve suddenly decided to investigate because of two reasons. One, if there’s a cave or a deep hole, it could be dangerous for the kids, who sometimes may wander beyond the camp’s boundaries to play; two, because you’ve noticed a dark glimmer on the ground next to it and your curious nature won’t let you sleep tonight if you don’t put a name to it first. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Eddie says, panting, as you kneel on the ground next to the hole - which is not going straight downwards, but it's more like the edge of a man-sized cave on the side of a small hill.

“I’m looking” you tell Eddie. And you do look, which allows you to notice that the dark thing that was glimmering is, actually, a… black vine?

“I really wouldn’t do that” Eddie warns you as you stretch your hand towards the dark, shiny root. As soon as you touch it, a loud “Ew” escapes your mouth as a transparent, slimy substance that resembles some kind of resin sticks to your hand.

“Told ya” Eddie states, plain disgust appearing on his face as he takes a step back from you, now trying to remove the substance by wiping your hand on the grass.

“I think there’s more” you observe, getting closer to the entrance as you spot more black vines twisting inside. “What kind of plant is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before”.

As Eddie realizes that you’re getting closer to the cave, he rushes to your side and tugs at your shirt, yanking you back and away from it.

“Can you stop touching it?” He exclaims, catching you by surprise. “I have no idea what that shit is, but it surely doesn’t look good - it might be toxic, for christ’s sake!”

You let a small laugh escape you at his sudden alarm, lifting your hands up in surrender. “Okay, Munson, calm down” you tell him, getting up on your feet again. “I won’t touch it anymore”.

“Very good” Eddie finally states, one hand running through his hair, “Can we go back now? I really need a shower and you can rush to Mr. Smithson and tell him about your discovery here, ‘kay?”

“Okay, fine” you agree with a small smile as you both start walking back to the path in silence. This time, however, the silence is a bit less relaxed.

You furtively glance up at Eddie, who seems lost in his thoughts, and you finally decide to speak.

“It don’t think it was dangerous, you know?” You softly observe, somehow feeling a little guilty about… scaring him? Making him worry? Although you still can’t quite understand his reaction to the vines.

“It might not, or it might have been” Eddie replies, his hands deep in the pockets of his signature black jeans, “I learned the hard way that in real life it’s better not to take too many risks. Outside of D&D” he adds with a sigh, “I am no hero”.

You nod in understanding. “It’s actually very reasonable” you observe, taking a moment before asking the next question - which involves something you’re now kind of dying to know. “So, what is your character like? Is he a… how’s it called, a paladin?” You finally ask him.

Eddie smiles, turning towards you with a smug expression in his eyes. “I’m actually the Dungeon Master” he says. The awkward silence and his thoughtful look are now completely gone.

“Wow” you exclaim, slowing your pace as you walk down the last, slightly downhill section of the path, which is now running on the right side of the Lovers Lake. “That sounds cool, actually”.

“It is” Eddie confirms with a shrug, the smile never leaving his lips. Then he turns to you and this time he’s the one carrying a burning question. “If you played one adventure, what character would you like to be?”.

You blush a little, because you’ve actually thought about it once or twice, especially after hearing Dustin’s reports of his party’s campaigns - which led you to do some casual research on the characters’ races and classes. And you blush a little also because you perfectly understand that, for Eddie, this question might be quite relevant in order to have a more definite opinion of you - and, you have to admit to yourself, you actually want to make a good impression.

“I’m no expert” you begin, your gaze lingering on the glittering waters of Lovers Lake, the first cabins appearing on your right, “but I think I’d like to be a half-elf bard. Get the best of both worlds, you know - humans and elves, magic and music. And I’d love to be a princess of some kind, maybe from some fallen royal family or escaping an arranged marriage… Please don’t make fun of me” you exclaim after your explanation, the redness on your cheeks getting more intense by the second as you notice the upside-down smile on Eddie’s lips.

“That might actually be a nice idea for a cool back story” he friendly replies, instead, making you feel a bit relieved. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret, Henderson” he’s quick to add, “When I used to play as a character, I was a bard, too”.

Your smile is now matching his, and you suddenly realize that you’ve stopped walking as you’ve now reached his cabin. You look around to see if Steve's nearby so you can say hi, but he's nowhere to be seen.

“So” Eddie observes, eyes scanning the room through the window, “Seems like Harrington is still out, probably flirting with chicks or something. Perfect timing for me and my shower, though" he adds.

Then, he turns to you with two fingers on his forehead, mocking a military salute. "Guess I’ll see you later, then, Henderson”.

“Yeah, sure” you reply, your thumbs up as you turn back to make your way towards your cabin as well.

But first, something comes up in your mind. “Oh, and Munson” you suddenly say, making Eddie stop halfway through the door. “I didn’t, by the way”.

“Didn’t what?” Eddie asks as he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Run away” you specify with a small smile. “Last night, I mean”. 

“Oh” Eddie replies, leaning against the wooden doorframe with a smirk as he recalls what he’s told you back in the woods. “That’s good to know, princess”.

When you enter your cabin and lock the door behind you, greeting Robin with a hug and listening to her as she recounts the day she’s spent trying to make some kids play volleyball without hurting themselves every other second, that princess is still echoing in your thoughts. 

— 🏕 —

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[pammei]

Our moms?!

Rindou Haitani x reader (chatfic) 

Chapter 1-3 from Our moms by pammeiwammei (me) on Wattpad

❥@Rindog has followed you.

'Rindou? Followed me?' I glare at my phone deciding if i should call hina or not. "Y/n, done with homework?" "Yes mom" She looks around "Oh by the way you know my new friend Sara? Well I met one of her sons and he goes to your school so I gave him your instagram."

Oh shit.

"Mom, why would you give my instagram to a stranger?!" I yelled at her thinking about what I'm gonna do in school tomorrow.

She looked at me with disappointment "Y/n watch your tone, and there's no harm in making new friends, is this about not wanting to be friends with guys?"

There she goes jumping into conclusions again. "No mom it's just he's not the nicest in my school okay?"

She just nodded and left

☕︎Instagram dms☕︎

❥Rindog: Yo y/n, seen ya around school but never talked to ya

❥Y/n_l/n: Um yeah.. Nice to meet you ig?

❥Rindog: No need to be so awkward i know imma lil intimating but i dont hurt girls

❥Y/n_l/n: Oh my bad for assuming

❥Rindog: all good👍

7:04 seen

❥@Randog has followed you.

'Oh shit, ran too?'

♡@Y/n_l/n has been added to group chat 'bros'♡

❥@Randog: Hey y/n its nice to meet ya ;)

❥@Y/n_l/n: Uh hi? Why was i added?

❥@Rindog: Ran wanted to meet ya Sorz for not askin before adding ya

'Why do they type like that tf'

❥@Randog: Its okay broski they shouldn't be offended over this LMAO

'Broski? BYE THE RED FLAGS'

❥@Y/n_l/n: Sorry my moms calling i gtg byebye.

❥@Rindog: See bro ya scared them away

☕︎Instagram dms☕︎

❥@Rindog: Hey sorry for ran he doesnt know how to talk to girls 4:28 seen Yo im real sorry if we offended ya 5:13 seen

❣︎ Meanwhile on the call with Hina and Emma:

"Why are they so desperate HELP" both I and Hina laugh at Emma's comment on the brothers.

"I don't know man but this whole thing is very suspicious, like how they keep dming me," I say as I try to clean my room "I mean it's funny how thirsty the popular guys are."

"Y/n, Sara just called and told me you've been ignoring her son." mom informs me as I try to hold my laugh

as soon as my mom left my room I look at the screen to see Emma and Hina looking like the skull emoji, then we all laughed so fucking hard I started choking.

"THEY-- REALlY TOLD THEIR- MOM PFFTTT." Emma said as we all started choking and snorting.

❣︎

@Y/n_l/n has added @drakens_bae4life, @Hina_Hanagaki to group chat 'bros'

❥@Randog: who the hell?

❥@drakens_bae4life: really? randog? 💀

❥@Randog: stfu

❥@Hina_Hanagaki: can yall not fight? 😕

❥@Randog can you shut up? 🥺

❥@Rindog: ran shut up for a second

❥@Randog: you a simp? │ ↳ ❥@Rindog: bro 💀  im just being nice bruh chill

♥︎@Randog is typing♥︎ ♡@Randog was kicked♡ ♡@drakens_bae4life was kicked♡ ♡@Hina_Hanagaki was kicked♡

❥@Rindog: y/n i understand that ran is an asshole sometimes hes just a lil messed in the head ya know? dont take the things he says to heart, he probs doesnt mean them just dont argue with him like if things go too far he might hurt you or your friends physically so just bear with him alr?

❥@Y/n_l/n: wow that kinda really nice of you to say thanks ill try but i am a little bit sensitive:(

❥@Rindog: completely understandable if anything he says or does bothers you just dm me ill deal with it Y/n reacted with a '❤︎' 5:48 seen

❣︎

"Y/n you're really quiet what's happening?" Hina asks,

"Rin's actually kinda nice.." I say awkwardly knowing it's gonna surprise them.

"who the fuck are you because you're not Y/n," Emma replied.

" Y/n, ARE YOU BLUSHING? GOODBYE GET SOME REST YOU NEED IT." Emma said and soon after left Hina also left not long after.

❥@Rindog: [link to a server]

❥@Y/n_l/n: sorryz i dont use discord 😋

❥@Rindog: want me to make ya an account?

❥@Y/n_l/n: forsure go ahead

❥@Rindog: user: bald ran#6969 password:ilovecatssm36

❥@Y/n_l/n: you like cats? nice

❥@Rindog: i mean sure but i just picked a random pass

❥@Y/n_l/n: logging in now ❤︎Read 10:19❤︎ As you log in you notice the two people in your friends list 'rindog#6969' and 'randawg#0690'. wow they really need new usernames.

☕︎Discord dms☕︎

❥Rindog: yo :wavingpenis:

❥bald ran: woah hi :catcrying: wait do i have the nitro thing or something?

❥Rindog: yeah thought ya might like it

❥bald ran: stop you didnt have tooooooo im gonna have to pay you back☹️

❥Rindog: NONO dont worry consider it a gift :)

☕︎Instagram groupchat: two married and one single person☕︎

❥@Y/n_l/n: EMMMA HINNAAAAAAAAAAJAJAHSHWHAHAU MEOWWQWWWWWWWWW

(Pretend you see the emotes.)MEOW RAWR MEOWMEOW

❥Hina: OH MY @EMMA LOOK ❥Emma: what? WHAT THE FUCK Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N REPLY RIGHT FUCKING NOW

❥Y/n: meow 🤭

❥Emma: y/n

❥Y/n: what

❥Emma: you downloaded discord for him? i thought you were over that app after your e dating phase🤨

❥Y/n: BUT HE MADE ME AN ACCOUNT I COULDNT SAY NO

❥Hina: also tell that ran bitch to go eat dick he was suck a dick to me last time😢

❥Y/n: yeah forsure hina

❥Emma: downloading discord rn i was talking to mikey about what happened and he said theres a toman server. drakens there

❥Hina: INVITE ME TOO

☕︎Discord dms: Randawg#0690☕︎

❥bald ran: eat dick (from my friend you argued with last time)

❥randawg: bitch what send addy rn pussyio

❥bald ran youre not scaring anyone LMAO

❥randawg: jeez ok😢

"Y/n Sara just called, im disappointed why would you ever be mean to my friends son?" aint no way "💀"

☕︎Discord dms: Rindog#6969☕︎

❥bald ran: can you and your brother stop telling your mom that im being mean to you guys, i cant play roblox for a week now

❥Rindog: ran did that?🤭

❥bald ran: yes

❥Rindog: brb beating him up

❥bald ran: alright cya goodnight:)

❥Rindog: oh youre sleeping already? goodnight:) ❤︎Reacted with ♡❤︎