#i swear i am a professional artist | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

whirlybirbs · 24 days

Note

i am on my hands and knees begging for a shred of keigo takami baby bird kfc angel content from you, if you write hawks i will finally know true peace

— MEET & GREET ; 1 / 2 ; HAWKS ; 啓悟

summary: you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. pairing: keigo takami ; hawks / f!reader word count: 3.1k tags: humor, meet-cute, pro hero culture, birbs ignores all relevant timelines yet again, fluff, phone-flirting, hawks is great with kids, t+, relatable pre-hook up hesitation, they will fuck next time a/n: hawks is the chappell roan of the mha universe. stop touching him. this man actually changed my brain chemistry in early 2023 but we don't need to talk about that. anways, this poll was on the ropes all day and i made the executive choice to feed the hawks birblets.

You feel like your face has been set in a semi-permanent cringe all morning.

In your right hand, you're clutching your half-finished iced coffee for dear life. In your other, you're clinging to your nephew as he drags you through the convention center — one of the bright red wings of his beloved, homemade cosplay has started to go lopsided, and the six-year-old excitedly tugs it back in place as he tries to yank you forward.

"C'mon! We're gonna be late!"

This really wasn't your scene.

Fan conventions had a way of making your skin itch. The amount of sexy All Mights you've seen this morning alone has to be some sort of milestone indicator for the environment. Whether nature is healing or dying, though, you have no idea.

If you had it your way, you'd spend the rest of the day mingling through the artist stalls — but, to your nephew Hayami's point, the two of you had somewhere to be.

Your VIP meet-and-greet badge swings as you trip up and laugh. "Okay! Okay, slow down! You're about to yank my arm off!"

It was the best birthday gift imaginable for Hayami. You officially cemented your title as The Coolest Aunt Ever when you managed to snag the two VIP convention meet-and-greet tickets (complete with a professional photo and two signed copies of the convention's annual poster) after a harrowing seven hours in an online Ticketmaster line. There were only a hundred of them sold — and sure, you coulda thrown that pretty hunk of cash into a college fund for Hayami, but he was deeply in his hero phase.

Originally you expected that Hayami's father, your brother-in-law, would want to go.

But, no, Hayami himself insisted you come with him.

After all, you helped me with my costume, he begged, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!

That you did. Many a hot glue gun burn was suffered at the hands of those damn red feathers. If you squint from far away, the cosplay isn't half bad considering the thrift and dollar-store materials. It wasn't one of those inch-to-inch replicas, but it worked.

He's like a cute, bouncing mini Hawks. Complete with goggles and wings.

And Hayami is happy. And that's all that matters to you.

The line is already pretty long, and Hayami runs his gloved hands along the line barriers as he races to his spot, audibly wooshing the whole way — just like Hawks does, probably. His badge jingles, and he hops to a stop as you come up behind him and pat his head. The six-year-old stands up on his tippy-toes, trying to see around the Miss Midnight fan in front of them.

"Can you see him?" he chatters excitedly, "Ti, can you?"

He's called you Ti ever since he could speak. Auntie was too long, and the shortened version has stuck.

You hop up onto your tippy-toes, mimicking him — and you swear you catch a glimpse of a crimson feather plumage over the gathered heads of the other meet-and-greet fans. It might be another cosplayer.

"I dunno," you whisper, your eyes darting to your phone's lock screen, "It's supposed to start any minute—"

The telltale roar of fanfare lets you know exactly who has just arrived.

Hayami's excitement is palpable. Without a word, you're hauling him up and perching him on your shoulders. His hands land in your hair, and you can feel his smile from down here.

"Ti! It's him!"

The line starts moving not long after, and you finish your iced coffee while Hayami stays perched on your shoulders, utterly starstruck. You weave through the barriers, moving up a few feet every minute, until you're only four or five people away from where Hawks sits behind a long table.

You have to admit, the guy is pretty cute.

Cuter than the fan-cams make him out to be, even.

Sandy blonde hair, sharp gold eyes, and big wings. There's no doubt in your mind he's showboating, but as people approach the table, you notice this hesitant twitch ripple through the red feathers every time someone gets a little too close.

That cringe from earlier washes over your face again as a girl reaches over the table to roughly run her fingers across one of his flight feathers.

It's Keigo's least favorite part of all this.

I mean, there's a part of him that gets it. He's the #2 Hero in all of Japan. He's a big deal. He's top of the popularity polls, he's the people's bird, y'know? He's a marketed commodity that sells out each and every time.

But, that doesn't mean he likes being touched.

Especially the wings. Hands off the wings.

"Hey, Hayami?" you ask, tilting your head up as you both step forward.

You can feel the sudden nervousness creeping up on Hayami as he nods and looks down at you. "Y-Yea?"

"Make sure you ask for permission if you touch his wings, okay?" you say gently, muscling him down from your shoulders and doing a once over on his mini-Hawks cosplay, "And remember to tell him your name!"

Hayami nods, his nerves palpable as he realizes the two of you are next.

On instinct, his hand shoots out and grips yours for dear life.

And then, one of the marketers waves the two of you forward.

The first word that comes to Keigo's mind is MILF. You're cute. Real cute. Definitely not the usual sort he meets at conventions, and definitely not the usual sort that buys a ticket to his meet-and-greets. The kid clinging to your arm is arguably even cuter, and Hawks can't hide the blooming grin on his face when the pair of you step forward.

"Woa-ho!" he yaps from behind the patterned table, "Dude! Nice outfit!"

Hayami is panicking. You can tell from his shocked silence as the two of you step forward. You bend at the knees, squatting to your nephew's height, then encourage him to go ahead, go on. His big, brown eyes bob from you to Hawks.

"Go ahead, Hayami," you encourage softly, "Say hi."

Oh, shit. You're really cute. Is this your kid? Nah, no way. You're way too young to be his mom. Unless—

You've seriously got him weighing the pros and cons of step-fatherhood and he doesn't even know your name.

He could do stepdad shit at twenty-six. Right?

"Hi, Mr. Hawks," comes the shy voice of the mini Hawks before him; the sandy blonde's chest clenches.

This is too fuckin' cute.

"Heh, hey kid," he chirps back, leaning forward on the table as his mouth curves into a friendly grin; Hawks' eyes are trained on the kid's growing smile, "What's your name?"

"H-Hayami."

"It's cool t' meetcha, Hayami," Hawks parrots as your own proud smile grows. There's relief flooding your shoulders. Thank god, Hayami didn't choke the clutch moment, "I like your wings, lil' dude!"

Hayami gives a little turn, wiggling his prized, handmade possession. His confidence is building; the compliment lights the kid's cheeks up.

"My aunt helped me make them!" Hayami chatters, his eyes brightening from behind the flight goggles strapped to his head, "She says I need to ask for your permission to touch your feathers!"

Keigo's gold eyes slip to your face. You give him an apologetic grimace, your eyes flicking to the girl beyond the VIP area still screaming about how she touched him, she touched Hawks, oh my god. You mouth out a silent apology.

Hawks' finds himself a little speechless. Doesn't happen often.

He's not used to having some say in how he's objectified and consumed.

A sandy brow quirks as he pushes his yellow-tinted visor up, and into his hair. He seems shocked. It's not an expression you've seen on the #2 before — and in the last few weeks, you've seen plenty of Hawks content during Hayami's cosplaying journey. The reference material is pretty expansive.

"That's real considerate, chickadee — I appreciate that," his voice is soft; his smile is a little looser, "C'mere, Hayami, you wanna hold a feather while I sign your poster?"

This is, like, the best day of Hayami's life.

Hawks brings his visor back down.

You stand to full height, wringing your purse's strap, watching Hayami hold both hands out as one of the delicate pieces of plumage floats into his hands on command. He cradles it like treasure, his big brown eyes glimmering with new-found amazement.

You step forward, and place a hand on Hayami's shoulder as he gently ushers his hands toward your face. "Ti, look, isn't this, like, the coolest thing ever — it's one of Hawks' feathers!"

Hawks' eyes flick up to the two of you as his pen darts across the two VIP package posters. There's a smirk on his face as he pays half attention to the task of signing.

And scribbling his number on the back of one.

"I see that," you chuckle, leaning in to inspect the beautiful, crimson feather, "Make sure you say th—"

Before you finish your sentence, the very feather in question darts up to tickle the tip of your nose. Your immediate reaction is to scrunch your nose and grin. It's not so much ticklish as it is gentle. For good measure, Hawks gives Hayami a little brush on the cheek, too. The boy descends into delighted laughter, allowing the feather to zip back through the air and into its designated place in his wings.

Hawks is smirking.

"Alright you two," comes the level voice of the marketer; the camera in her hands is bulky, and a signifier that their time meeting #2 is nearly up, "Let's get in nice and close for a photo!"

The table proves to be a bit of a pain, but you bend down to Hayami's height as Hawks leans over the table and gives you both bunny ears. The camera flash burns bright in your eyes as Hayami's hand darts into yours again.

"Here you two go," Hawks rumbles easily; he's standing now, and you find yourself yet again struck by how handsome he is. He smells like summer air and some expensive cologne you'll probably never know the name of. Definitely one of his sponsors.

You take both posters, as Hayami's excitement seems to overflow and he's nearly buzzing with excitement to know he has Hawks' autograph. The boy bounces at your heels as he clutches his signed copy of the annual convention poster. His big, brown eyes are wide with pure joy.

"Thank you!" Hayami chatters, "You're the best, Hawks!"

"Thank you," you smile, taking your own poster as Hayami's hand rockets back into yours.

"Nah, it's nothin', chickadee. Thanks for the manners," he calls after you with a touch of good humor, "You're real sweet."

"No problem!" you stutter out, thrown entirely by the compliment, as one of the other marketers guides you towards the exit with a hand on your back.

"Oh, hey! One last thing!"

You flick your eyes back over your shoulder as you're shuffled out of the meet-and-greet.

You watch Hawks mouth 'check the poster', and with a hand held up to the side of his face. Then, 'call me'.

"You're kidding me."

Hayami is finally asleep — and your sister is closing the door to his darkened bedroom as she hisses the words out. You're leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed and looking entirely exasperated.

"I can't just call him," you say softly as you kick off the wall and follow her into the kitchen, "This isn't, like, the hot waiter who leaves his number on the receipt—"

"No, it's even better," she chatters, moving towards the unfinished glass of wine that sits on the dinner table, "I swear to god if you don't pick up that phone and call him right now—"

It's your brother-in-law who speaks up from the couch. "What's stopping you?"

"I don't know, being chronically single?" you cry as you throw your hands, "I haven't gotten a wax in months—"

"You seriously think #2 cares?" comes your sister's flat reply.

Your brother-in-law mimics her affectation. He throws a finger in the air. "Real heroes don't care."

The two of them high-five.

...They're probably right.

You suck your teeth as you cross your arms again and weigh your options.

I mean — it's only eight o'clock. It's early. And it's a Friday.

It could go two ways — you break your year-long dry spell with the #2 pro-hero in the country, or it's a total bust and he turns out to be a massive weirdo. Both are frankly pretty entertaining.

You chew your lip.

Then, you decide.

You kick off the wall and move towards your phone in the kitchen. It's sitting beside the poster.

"Oh my god, are you doing it?" your sister calls from the couch, her hand gripping her husband's arm tightly.

"I'm doing it," you say, ignoring the bite of nervousness in your hands as you type in the cell number that was scrawledhastily on the back of the poster.

"Ohmygod."

It's ringing.

Suddenly, you have an audience. Your sister and brother-in-law are crowding you, their faces wide and expectant as it continues to ring. You pull your thumb to your mouth, pushing your bottom lip between your teeth. You let it ring, and ring, and just when you settle that you're being sent to voicemail, there's a click and a voice.

"'Ello?"

Your sister slams her hand into her husband's back, the two of them scrambling in a sudden flash of limbs and excitement. You drag your thumb across your throat — gesturing for them to cut it out.

"Uh, hi," you fumble, "Is this... Hawks?"

Suddenly, there's a bark of laughter on the other line. "The one and only. Who's this?"

A slow smirk tugs at your cheeks. "I checked the back of the poster — a bold move, y'know."

"Convention Cutie!" he practically cheers, "Hold on, hold on — gimme two seconds, lemme just land."

Your lips part and you blink. The mental image is a hell of a thing. You swallow down a bought of amusement. "Sure, sure, take your time."

Keigo was starting to doubt you'd actually call him. The convention wrapped up hours ago, and he already made himself busy by exploring the southern city. It's nice here. A little bit like his hometown. Not too much crime, which has made for a pretty uneventful evening.

Until now.

His boots touch down on the nearby rooftop and he settles into an easy squat. His wings tuck themselves tightly against his back.

You can hear a bit of wind bristle against his end of the receiver.

"Alright, alright, sorry," he rumbles out, "Now you've got my full, undivided attention—"

You tug on your bottom lip. Your sister and brother-in-law are entirely hooked on the little bits they're overhearing from their spot across the counter. Your sister takes a long drink of her wine.

"Am I... being a bit of a distraction?" you ask, "If now isn't a good time—"

"You've been a distraction all day," comes the smooooooth reply; even Keigo's proud of himself for that one, "I'm just out for a fly. Nothin' too serious. I am glad you called, though."

Oh, fuck. Your knees feel like jello. You white-knuckle grip the counter as your sister gnashes her teeth and mimics biting her fist in silent mimery.

"Yea?" you pry, fanning yourself as you lean farther against the counter.

"Yea, definitely," Hawks grins as he tips his head back and checks out the stars, "You busy tomorrow night? I'd love to take you out to dinner."

There's a commotion across the kitchen. The two of them are smacking one another's arms, their genuine excitement is palpable as they try to stay quiet. They're failing.

"I'd love that, Hawks."

This is new for him.

Technically speaking, you're not a fan. Your nephew is. So, this doesn't technically qualify as one of those unspoken hero faux pas. Don't date fans. Then again, what does it matter? He can do whatever he wants.

And you're cute. And nice. And kind. And maybe he's being a sap, but seeing you with your nephew made something in his heart tighten. He didn't even notice he was making a nest of scrapped trash from the posters around his seat until the afternoon was over.

God, sometimes the evolutionarily deep, bird DNA thing is weird.

Hawks lets out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Cool. Okay. Uh, you... you chill with, like, 7pm?" he fiddles with his visor, "I'm... I'm free whenever so..."

He sounds nervous. Your grin is so bright it could outburn the sun.

"That works for me," you say as you fiddle with your lip, "As far as dress code goes... Do I, like, need a flight suit?"

His laugh is warm.

"No, no, I — I was gonna get us an Uber," his voice lilts into something more mischievous, "Unless..."

"Maybe after dinner," you remark easily, swaying side to side, "You can show me what those wings do?"

Oh, smooth. Real smooth. Keigo's face is warm. His wings in question twitch eagerly at the invitation.

"You gonna ask before you touch?" he teases back into the receiver, his brow raised.

It's your turn to laugh. "Hey, it's called being polite."

"I appreciate it," he rumbles out, about earlier at the convention, "Seriously. People are grabby — these things are sensitive..."

"Making a mental note of that, and filing it away," you flirt openly as your sister cheers silently, "For after dinner, maybe."

Keigo's brain stutter-steps. His laugh is surprised. He's about to comment on how you might just be the girl of his dreams when suddenly the wail of sirens perks up his attention. It's two blocks over. Three fire engines. The wind is carrying the smell of acrid smoke.

"Hey, chickadee, I, uh... I gotta go," he says, standing and allowing his attention to drift to the scene playing out in front of him; it's a house fire — must be — on the southern side of town, "I'll text you the spot for tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Of course, don't let me keep you," you hush, "I'll... text you?"

"I'm countin' on it."

"Bye, Hawks."

"See ya, chickadee."

You didn't even realize you were sweating until you put the phone down.

Your sister and her husband are there, eyes wide. "So?"

"So," you croon as you laugh and pridefully sway your hips, "I have plans tomorrow night."

Their screaming wakes up Hayami.

As you help the kid back to sleep, you keep it secret that he's a better wingman than you could have ever anticipated.

#i had a few banger one liners in this one folks #meet & greet #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks imagine #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami imagine #mha hawks #bnha #mha imagine #bnha imagine

683 notes · View notes

celestialalpacaron · 1 month

Note

Ayo, someone by the name of Curly-B-Blog is redlining art of yours from 2020 (while pretending that it's actually Sai Scribble's work), and kind of being a dick about it. just thought you should know.

You know, originally I was just gonna brush it off, but then I went back to look at my old SU art from 2020 and did so much self reflection from then till now.

I think this was around the time I was just learning how to do perspective and tried to use the perspective tool on Procreate for the first time? :0 and I remember telling Sai “Sai I have this STUPID idea, I CANT believe it this stupid joke it’s so DUMBBBB, it’s living rent free in my BRAIN I SWEAR THIS IS GONNA BE SO STUPID DCIUWHEFIUWHIRFUIW4F” and being super excited to show her the finished product. People still think Sai created the Cursed Skin Gloves comic and I think it’s hilarious wjhwnuhwijwuiw

The comic was received very well and it made LOTS of people laugh and I’m still proud of this comic to this very day! :D and tbh if it wasn’t for my obsession for Sai’s Switcheroo AU I never would have found my passion in comic work! (love you you stinky hoe @saiscribbles 🩷)

HOWEVER…. I definitely still had lots to learn! I wasn’t very good at perspective at the time I’ll admit, but I was definitely having lots of fun learning :3

And throughout the past 4 years, ALOT has happened.

I graduated from college with TWO fancy pieces of expensive papers in Visual Development in Animation and Illustration learning from Will Kim and Jeff Soto, and as a I was working with the funny voice man Cougar MacDowall as a comic/story artist and reached in total around 7 million views for my fan series FNAF Security Malware Breached (it was even #21 on the trending list around the time of my birthday 🩷 what a lovely gift), had an insane opportunity to work with Mike Geno and with the voice cast from The Amazing Digital Circus for a fan song as a background and character asset artist, Vivienne Medrano liking and sharing my silly Overlord Husk AU comics, currently on my route to getting my certificate from Aaron Blaise’s Character design program and graduating from Marc Brunet Art School, and now I am completing my first year as professional colorist and art assistant for my storyboard and comic mentor Michelle Lam, aka Mewtripled! (Also I’ll be heading out to Lightbox Expo 2024 on October 26 with Michelle and the team so if y’all ever wanna meetup hahahajaj wink wink wink wink wink)

So you can say I learned ALOT and I enjoyed every minute of what I do :D I try to be humble about my accomplishments because blah blah being humble good yes yes but this time I wanna be selfish and say HELL YEAH I DID ALL THIS!!! AND IM SO EXTREMELY PROUD OF MYSELF FIUGEIURGERGGRS

Now here’s my most recent comic page that I posted like 2 days ago without the text.

That’s pretty freakin wild to me, I can’t believe I used to draw Steven Universe art like that back in 2020 LOL LIKE GUYS I DREW THIS!! WITH!!! MY HANDS!!! IS THAT NOT INSANE!!!???

Anyways moral of the story:

Learn from everyone and everything! Yes, even then mean ones too! If you can learn to work with anyone, I promise you’ll get to where you want to be faster. People can be a little mean on the internet, but that shouldn’t stop you from being where you want to be in the future. I’m so EXTREMELY grateful for all the opportunities and to all the kind professionals who were willing to give me a chance. Seriously, I’m so graciously thankful for everything, and I hope everyone here will support me and my silly little comics I will do now and in the future!

And one more thing:

Don’t be a jerk. Be to be nice to everyone :D nothing good comes out when you’re bad to everyone.

#celestial’s life lessons #be kind or else 🔪#anyways I gotta go back to work #I also need to draw gay demons kissing byEEEE #ask

190 notes · View notes

kookslastbutton · 7 months

Text

Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | Teaser

✒ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slow-burn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love?

word count: tbd, 835 for this teaser

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained Yoon, mentions of smoking, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, mentions of therapy, mentions of dating scandal, eventual sexual content, and more specific warnings per chapter.

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: Okay this has taken over six months to release but it's finally beginning and I am super excited to share! 🫣 I am low-key terrible at choosing a proper teaser so hoepfull this works haha. ANYWAY, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

Series Masterlist

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall PD Bang’s voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before. Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

a/n: Chapter one will be released soon 🙃 Thanks for reading the teaser!

Masterlist | Requests: closed | Taglist | Fic Recs

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

#yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfics #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts scenarios #fic:thoseeyeschico #kookslastbutton

213 notes · View notes

xoxochb · 4 months

Note

Heyyyyyy, how are you doing? i've just saw your blog and i think we're very similar!!!!!! We are both capricorn (are you a jenuary or december one?) and we're intrested in the same things and artists!!!! Sooo, only if I'm not annoying you, I wanted to ask for a daughter of poseidon x lityerses at the beach. Because the world needs more lityerses contenents and because your writings are A M A Z I N G!!!!!

XOXO 💋 💋 💋 💋

⋆·˚ ༘ * your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it

warnings: none

pairing: lityerses x daughter of poseidon

A/N: honestly? he’s one fine man, why does nobody talk about him?! but anyways, to answer your question I am a january capricorn!!

“stop it!”

“I can’t help it!”

“I swear to the gods lityerses, if you don’t stop I will cut you into pieces” you give him an angry look, and he pinches your waist again, you slap his hand away

“that’s hot”

now you hit is head, and rip is hands off of you

“there’s something wrong with you. seek professional help” you swim to the shore, but he follows close behind

you start to regret letting him come to the beach with you. it was supposed to be a peaceful day, just you- by yourself, swimming, reading, the soft sound of the waves, but you should have known that once you mention going somewhere by yourself that your boyfriend would want to go with you

and as much as you loved him, and did find comfort being in his presence, it wasn’t always peaceful when he was there

once you reach the point where the waves meet the shore you run walk over to the blanket sprawled on the sand, and you let yourself lay down on it

but before you know it your boyfriend is kneeling beside you

“don’t you dare” you glare at him

“you don’t even know what I’m going to do” he mischievously smiles

you sigh and he shakes his head over you, water droplets falling onto your face

“stop it weirdo!” you push him away and close your eyes

there’s a moment of silence, of peace

but it is quickly disturbed by an arm around your waist and a wet mop of curls laying under your chin

you wrap an arm around his shoulder, patting is gently, “oh lit you are a piece of work”

he pinches your waist again

“that’s it!” you sit up and he frowns

you walk away, and he runs over to you, wrapping his arms- yet again around your waist

you turn around and place your hands on his shoulders, “you don’t know how to leave me alone do you?”

he doesn’t say anything, but he plants a kiss on your lips

you pull away, “no”

“no what?” he tries to pull you back in but you put your hand in the way

“I know your dirty tricks, I’m not stupid” you move your hand away to allow him to speak

“I know you know them” he pinches your waist

“stop it!” you try to wiggle your way out of his grasp but his grip is too strong

he kisses you again, and this time you let him, what’s the point in fighting it anymore?

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #green mythology #xoxochb #lityerses #lityerses x reader #lityerses x you

66 notes · View notes

deancasbigbang · 11 days

Text

Title: Moving Castiel

Author: Raven_Fuchs

Artist: Marvfortytwo

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel; Mary Winchester/John Winchester; Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

Length: 24523

Warnings: No warnings apply

Tags: Friends to lovers, Tornado, Mild depression, Cafe/Bakery AU, Low angst

Posting Date: October 21, 2024

Summary: As Dean is about to graduate with his Masters degree in engineering he loses his job repairing items at a pawn shop and starts working for his friend Cas in his cafe. Dean discovers he’s a natural at baking and hopes one day to go into business with Cas. Cas runs a cafe that his aunt left him while it gives him experience he yearns to establish his own speciality bake shop. After a tornado destroys the cafe Dean and Cas have to decide if they’ll both relocate to California and set up the bakery of Cas’ dreams while Dean rejoins his mom who moved out there to help Sam and Jess with their new baby. Decision made, the boys look for a place in Palo Alto to start their new business that fuses Cas’ baking talent with Dean’s mechanical know-how.

Excerpt: Dean had a love for small businesses. That was one of the reasons he was reluctant to take his degree and work for a large company. He liked working hands-on and getting to know his customers. The repair shop was also across the street from Dark Delights Cafe, another small business trying to get by. Dean loved to support the cafe by making a point to go there every morning for his second cup of coffee - and to see his friend Cas. Castiel Novak had moved to Lawrence three years ago just before Dean started grad school. He remembers walking into the cafe to a scene of udder chaos. Cas was trying to run the register, take orders, and make coffees all at the same time. There wasn't any other staff around. Dean went up to the counter and took the order pad from the man standing at the register who's blue eyes reflected overwhelm with a dose of panic, his wild, dark hair added to the look of being just one step away from having a breakdown. Dean started to jot down the orders, giving the other man a chance to catch up and ring customers and make their drinks. When the crowd had cleared, introductions were made. "Hi, I'm Dean. I work at the repair shop across the street. I hope you don't mind my just stepping in like that." "Not at all. Thank you, Dean. I'm Castiel. I took over this cafe from my aunt. I must say things were starting to get a bit out of hand until you arrived." "Don't you have any staff? It takes more than one person to run a place like this." "I am aware." Cas sighed, most of my staff quit when my aunt left to 'go find herself' and the rest just didn't bother to show up this morning." Dean smiled at Cas' use of air quotes. It shouldn't have looked as cute as it did. In fact, now that he wasn't running around all harried, it was easy to see that Cas was a very attractive man similar in age to Dean. "That's not very professional of them. At the very least they should have given you some notice." "My aunt was very 'unconventional' in all things, including her hiring practices. Most of her employees felt that working for me wouldn't have the same 'vibe', so they felt the change in management was a 'sign' that they should make a 'change of scene'. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that if it wasn't for the college crowd demanding caffeine she never could have stayed in business. I swear she hired every hippy in Kansas." Yep, the air quotes were adorable. From that day on, Dean would come to the cafe everyday and check on Cas and when he was swamped, still lend a hand on occasion.

DCBB 2024 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2024 #fic preview #2024 promo #deancas #destiel

45 notes · View notes

turtleraccoonsoup · 6 months

Text

HIHIHIHIHIHIHI >:D

post lmit: nooo!!!!!! :DD

queue: empty. like the place castiel is- (im not sorry)

my names Casper and i use he/they/bee pronouns!

---------

professional spam reblogger

habit of going missing for long periods of time (im usually fine dw)

i am a casboy :>

dming me out of the blue is fine but i would like it if you sent an ask first if you're worried ill be uncomfortable!!

i am transmasc, bigay, and arospec!!

you can tag me in any post you think id like or in tag games!!

chronic fucking derailer im so sorry genuinely i just cant shut up. if i derail please tell me- chances are i dont remember it regardless of how fucking many words are on the post

on that note im dumb as bricks

if i reblog something from a bigot/that was reposted/forgot to tag something with a trigger warning please tell me!!!! i swear i didnt do it on purpose!! and im sorry of i reblog an undescribed image aswell i just dont know how to do image ids :/

-------

#caspers art - is my art tag!!

#casper wrights - is my wrighting tag :)

#casper has horrible taste in music - new tag for when i have shit takes on cringe music (i love it)

#casboy - is essentially just my tag at this point. its full of thirsting that was posted past midnight in my timezone. this is an express warning to NOT look at it

link tree here :)

heres my carrd for art commissions

heres my carrd for queer microlables

THINGS IVE WRITTEN MASTERPOST IS HERE!!!

LGBALLT REQUEST STUFF IS HERE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

------------

userboxes under the cutterino :3

for my own memory purposes i have 17 images on this post

[NONE OF THE USER BOXES ARE MINE!! CREDITS TO ORIGINAL ARTISTS!!]

this↓ one is from my lovliest moot @lemmmmmboy :)

these↓ two are from a really cool saw fictive @dannymatthewsfictive

these↓ ones are from @ottomaticangels

this↓ one was from @cyber-therian

these↓ ones are randomly found and i cannot find the sources

these ↓ ones were found off of @lgbtq-userboxes

#intro post #queer #lgballt requests #lgballt #cw eyestrain #tw eyestrain

59 notes · View notes

homunculus-argument · 1 year

Text

I'm aware that most of the time when I don't get why something's done a certain way, and not the way I would think would be nicer, there's a perfectly sensible reason why that's not an option. But I'm also not a stranger to the concept that sometimes people who are not me are simply being irrational. That being said, I don't get why city areas need to have grass.

Every time I see a lawn somewhere this time of the year, it's fucking crisp. The grass is visibly dying. Like on one side of the road there's unworked land with lush green bushes and wild flowers and shit growing on the borders of a construction site, and on the other side there's a lawn, which is entirely yellowish brown. Save for the few green spots of native plants. I refuse to call them weeds, they fucking live here. Dandelions, clovers, anemones, wild chervil, there are so many completely wild flowers that are a joy to look at.

I get planting trees on the sides of the roads, they provide shade in the summer and improve mental health all year round, but why do we need grass. The grass isn't going to be nice to look at when the heat takes it down, I'm sure it costs the city infrastructure money to try to keep it alive, not to mention the water. I don't get why we wouldn't just let those little spots of land just go wild and grow whatever pleases to grow there. You can mow down the bushes and take out tree saplings once every two years or something so the whole city doesn't get overrun, but I don't get why we have to pay money to have the one on the left instead of letting it be like on the right. On its own. For free.

(I swear I am literally a professional artist and people have actually paid money for my illustrations. This isn't one of them.)

248 notes · View notes

lilliankoo · 1 year

Text

“TITANIC” (I) SHIP OF DREAMS ♰ jjk.

♰ series masterlist / more info.

pairing: artist!jungkook x rich y/n!

synopsis: the port is bustling with thousands of passengers and the ocean liner- titanic stands in its all glory in front of you, but among all this pretty chaos, a man with paintings in his hands catches your eyes. this titanic voyage is bound to open new doors for you- which one will you choose?

genre: strangers to lovers, star-crossed lovers, smut.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: [things are just getting started] classism, descriptions of ocean/freezing temperatures, rich/poor themes, controlling mother, talks about (forced) marriage. future smut.

author’s note: things are just getting started, this chapter is more of a “pilot” and setting the stage for the plot! i apologize if its boring lol + i am not a professional writer :D don’t expect some Shakespeare level flow or plot building lmfao ok enough! lets go.

April 14, 1912

1:11 am

“I still think we have met before” you tell him as your teeth chatter and goosebumps ignite your skin due to the chilling ocean water. The subtle ocean waves roar and wrap around your waist once in a while as if they are inviting you; inviting you to go with them and let go of the hands of your lover. The lover who is holding your hands so desperately; laced are his fingers in yours as if this is how it's always been- you and him; hand in hand. Always & forever.

The tears cascade down from his cheeks into the ocean water, you watch as the teardrops trudge from his lash line into the saline water- one by one. He hiccups and looks around hoping to catch someone’s eye and get you both out of this.

“I need you to at least try to get on this door, there is enough space” he says hastily, tries you to get on the piece of door he is on right now, moving rapidly as if every minute is precious- which is, considering how the water temperature decreases minute by minute and it is getting harder for you to even blink. The little ice flakes sit on your eyelashes like pearls in the ocean; so beautiful- almost making you look like an angel on earth.

you smile dreamily as you close your eyes and rest your head on both of your connected hands; not even trying to save yourself because you know it is an attempt that has no success, “i think i saw you in france, you were selling one of your paintings” you say trying to ignore the fact that your lower body is freezing and you cannot feel anything. It is a numb feeling- not only in your legs but in your heart too. In your heart too, because no matter what you do you cannot change the past and fix this.

he drops his lips to your forehead and kisses it. tries to feel your skin for the last time but he can’t. Because his lips are freezing and so is your body. The kiss doesn't feel like the kisses he used to give you in his warm bed. The way he used to murmur promises in between the light kisses on your lips- however, this kiss feels like nothing but a false promise. “Everything will be fine” “we will always be together” when you know that the more you both speak the more breaths you are wasting.

A moment passes as he lifts his head from yours and looks at you. Looks at the way the cold gives a natural pink blush to your cheeks and how prepossessing you look right now. Suddenly, he remembers the words of his grandmother; something she used to tell him when he was a young kid. “Man glows differently when he is about to leave this earth and go to the almighty” he never understood what she meant. He drops his eyes from your eyes to your lips- which are pinkish like the roses he used to put in your hair all the time. In that moment, Jungkook swears he had never seen someone more beautiful like you. his smile fades when he realizes the words of his grandma; the words something along the lines of “glow and leaving”. his heart drops in the pit of his stomach deeper than the ocean you are in right now. Jungkook shakes your connected hands hysterically as he nudges you to open your eyes.

“y/n! y/n! open your eyes my love! ” his voice cracks as he hopes for you to respond back. waits for you to open your eyes, laugh and say something like “i was just trying to scare you i'm right here!” or something. but nothing. Not a single sound to his ears besides the sound of furniture and bodies floating around and the sound of the silent ocean.

A moment passes again, the temperature in the atmosphere decreases and Jungkook’s body starts freezing; ashes of ice decorate his eyelashes and cheekbones, his lips turn purple pink and for some reason he can’t feel his hands. can’t feel the softness of your hands. His eyes keep closing on their own but he tries to keep them open- because he doesn't want you out of his sight. scared that you might leave him if he blinked his eyes even once. murmurs “come back” for the last time as he watches your hands leaving his cold ones, watches you go with the waves as if you accepted their invitation. watches your beautiful face one last time as his eyes close entirely.

April 10th, 1912

7:30am

The port is bustling with thousands and thousands of people when you and your mother finally reach there. Some are carrying suitcases on their heads, some their children in their arms and some are waving at the passengers already aboard the gigantic ocean liner. Words like “write me when you get there” “bon voyage” “will you come back” reach your ears as you and your mother surf through the ocean of people to reach the boarding line.

“Darling, stick with me, we don't want these peasants touching your supple skin” your mother says, pulling you to her side and looking at the people around like they are not humans. like they don't have blood and limbs just like her. you scoff internally at your mother’s remarks, you smile at whoever makes eye contact with you. you notice the way some even blush and shy away as someone like you dressed in finest silk gowns, diamonds and pearls even looked their way.

Last night you remember how the news of boarding the ocean liner was dropped on you. “darling we are going to new york” your mother told you as she handed you the pamphlet- “ship of dream, the titanic” in bold lettering caught your eye and some sentences like “largest vessel in the world” “queen of the ocean” “once in a lifetime opportunity” and so on. you sighed because you know what this is all about. the liner is going to be filled with fellow millionaires and richest of the riches, this is nothing but your mother’s plot to find a groom for you.

Now, looking at the Titanic in front of you, you indeed can agree that it is truly the queen of the ocean. The vessel stands at a height in its all glory, the flags afloat in the air proudly as if they are proud to be displayed at a liner like titanic. your mother nudges your arm and motions you to close your amused mouth. you don’t miss the way she glares at you and almost says “behave” through her eyes. you nod and look around and smile whoever smiles your way. The weather is serene; the sun shines surrounded by clouds and the temperature is chilling due to the water you are being surrounded with. you and your mother both stand near the first class boarding gate as your mother informed you how the son of the titanic shipwrights “the son of the man who built this giant”- her words- will escort us and by the way, she smiles and rolls back her shoulder, You know it is something more. that the supposed man is the man she wants you to marry.

While waiting for the supposed man to arrive, you look around the port and at the families. you notice how some are giddy, some are crying and some are hugging their loved ones. your attention is derived from the crowd when you hear a man talk to your mother. “Welcome mrs.dewitt bukater” a man dressed in a black breasted jacket addresses your mother as he hugs her and kisses her cheek. your mother smiles and motions for you to come forward. before you can speak the man takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“mademoiselle” he says and bows his head, not letting go of your hand. you smile and tell him to just call you y/n. he smiles and introduces himself too. “It's a pleasure to meet you Mr.kim, we thank you for all your pleasantries and the efforts you put in for our utmost comfort” you say just the way your mother made you practice last night. your mother smiles proudly looking at you and the Mr.kim in front of you.

“Just mingyu is fine, y/n and it is my utmost pleasure, it is the least I can do” he says while smiling and letting go of your hand. “The liner is going to sail in 30 mins, mrs. bukater if you don’t mind, would you like to meet my mother while I show y/n around? there are some things i would like to share with her” he says as he holds both of your mother's hands. your mother wholeheartedly agrees and enters the liner- however not before hugging you and saying something in your ear. “We are rich but mingyu is the type of rich that can buy you an island in minutes. behave and keep in mind what i told you ''. and you exactly know what she means. you smile forcefully and nod your head. you look at your mother entering the liner and as she talks to a woman you guess is mingyu’s mother.

Mingyu touches your lower back and extends his hand in the direction of the bow of the titanic- motioning you to walk along with him. “y/n, Titanic is the largest and most luxurious passenger ship right now '' he tells you as he walks you through everything the liner is made of. as if you care. He points at the liner’s windows and railings telling you about the metal it is made of. He tells you about the luxuries the liner offers, the gym, the personal orchestra and so on. you look at him and the way he sounds so passionate about it- almost proud too since his daddy dearest built it. you control yourself from yawning as this is a topic that doesn’t ignite any desire and simply bores you. The topics you usually enjoy are about art and paintings however you guess mingyu is not that type of a person. “y/n, the titanic has 16 watertight compartments designed to keep it afloat if damaged which means it is unsinkable, even the god cannot make it sink” he tells you smiling proudly as he looks down at you. due to the height difference, you crane your neck at him then the liner in front of you.

“That is impressive but you shouldn’t challenge the almighty that way” you say, unlinking your arm with his. you wrap your arms around your torso as goosebumps rise on your skin due to the chilling oceanic temperature, you look around and at the people in the third class boarding ; you see people trying to get on the ship as it's boarding soon. However, someone special stands out to you the most.

a young man wearing suspenders and with black hair catches your eye. Only the back of his head is visible to you as his back is facing you and he doesnt turn around much, a suitcase by his feet and some frames wrapped in newspapers that look like paintings in his hand. the officer asks him something and he replies. the officer motions for him to step aside. you watch the conversation from afar and come to the conclusion that the man is being denied boarding. “mingyu what's going on over there” you ask him, still looking at the man who now wipes his eyes- which you think is because of tears. Mingyu laughs and tells you how the business of third class is not ours.

you turn around and look at mingyu. study the way his eyes scan your face and linger at your lips. hooked. you smile and trace his jawline with your finger. “Well, Mr.kim, you're the man in power” you say and his breath hitches. his breath hitches because he knows where this is going. knows you are testing him and the power he holds. However, in reality the only person you care about right now is the one with paintings in his hands. the one that has tears in his eyes. Mingyu nods and tells you how he will take care of it. you watch him go over to the small crowd and talk to the officer. you are still at a distance and cannot hear what they are saying. you watch them from afar, the man still has his back to you, mingyu looks through some papers and just as soon as that man is about to face your direction someone calls your name.

“mademoiselle dewitt!” You turn around at your name and come face to face with a man that you guess is in his 50s with some streaks of grey hair in his black hair, dressed in a breasted jacket just like mingyu- wait, he looks alot like mingyu too- the man bows his head and you accept the hand he offers. “good morning mademoiselle dewitt, i am kim joong-ki, the shipwrights of titanic” the man says. the man who designed this liner stood in front of you, bowing his head. you were confused as to why a powerful man like him was there for you. you greet him back and compliment him for his work on this titanic.

The conversation goes on for a few minutes before joong-ki informs you how well he knows your father and wishes he was aboard too. However, due to your father’s diamond business, he had to stay back. “We should get going, the Titanic is going to sail soon, please come along this way, i will bring mingyu in a minute” joong-ki informs you while nudging you in the direction of the door.

“y-yes but i am actually wai-” your words are cut off as he practically runs off in the direction of his son. the officer in front of you motions to enter. Just as you are about to enter you look over at that man’s direction in thid class area and see him entering the titanic, you could only catch the glimpse of his side profile as the moment was short but you were sure that he was handsome. The giddy feelings sits in your heart as you think about how you entered the queen of the ocean at the same time as the man who caught your eyes.

The vague descriptions written in pamphlets about the interior of the Titanic didn’t do any justice at all to the beautiful reality as you look at the grand staircase in front of you. The staircase in front of you right now is supposedly one of the most impressive features of the entire ship. The ship tour started a while ago. Just as you entered the titanic, your mother introduced you to the women she befriended and all of them decided to do a tour accompanied by Mingyu and his father. from what you have heard from joong-ki so far- that this lavish staircase spanns six decks from boat deck to E deck and continues through the F deck. whatever that means.

“As you can see ladies, the staircase is crowned by an extravagant wrought iron and glass dome along with a large chandelier at the centre. The dome provides natural light to the stairwell before being artificially lit at night from behind. If you step down a little, you can see at the central landing of the A-Deck staircase is an exquisitely carved clock with allegorical figures on either side, known as Honor and Glory Crowning Time and At the foot of the staircase, on the newel post of the middle balustrade, is a bronze cherub holding an electric torch” kim joong-ki gives a descriptive tour of the staircase, pointing out every single detail. you watch as everyone awes in amusement while you wait for the clock to strike another hour and hope for this unannounced tour to end quickly.

It's been approximately two hours since the Titanic set sail and since then you only have been doing the tour and it looks like it’s still not over. “mother, i'm going to step outside on the deck and breathe in some air” you whisper to your mother who flares her hand around signaling you to leave her alone as you are ruining the important information dear mr.kim is giving. you smile to yourself and shrug before mingyu or anyone else can notice, you step out and head to the upper deck.

you take a deep breath as you reach the deck and see the beautiful ocean around you. you have always been intrigued by the ocean’s beauty- always wondered what’s deep inside the water and so on. you laugh as the air flows through your hair dramatically ruining your perfect curls. you laugh because this is the most free you have ever felt in a long time. you don’t need to fix your hair or act womanly right now. there is no one around but the ocean. you fix your skirts and smooth down the material of your gown before standing in front of the railing. The railing is cold to your hands and it sends a weird chill to the back of your neck. you smile and look at the lower deck which is for the third class passengers. Since everyone has just gotten on the Titanic & is still exploring and settling in, there are not lots of passengers at the deck right now- besides a man near the left railing with his back to you; who looks like is sketching and a group of men smoking near the right end side.

The man sketching sticks your attention as he holds a notebook in his hand and a pencil in his other. momentarily, he lifts his head from the notebook to the front and that's when you notice he is drawing the oceanic view in front of him. you smile and lean a little more to see his work when suddenly your bracelet unlatches from your wrist and falls on the lower deck. The very same bracelet that matches with your “heart of the ocean” pendant adorning your neck. For a moment you freeze and assess whatever took place just now. you look around helplessly and down at the man and the group but none of them noticed the dropping. you instantly run in the direction of the entrance and internally pray to the almighty that no one gets their hands on it before you. you run through the stairs to the third class entry gates. you run fast as you can and follow the directions displayed in the corners to the lower deck. Just as you are about to open the lower deck’s door, someone catches your arm.

“Madam, this is not a suitable area for you” a man that you guess is a butler warns you. He lets go of your arm and blocks the gate by standing in front of it. “Sir, i will make it quick, i need to go” you plead to the butler with tears in your eyes as you cannot stand the chance of losing your bracelet that was gifted to you by your grandmother.

“I am sorry madam, the third class area is filled with poor filthy passengers, some pathetic men might take advantage of you” he replies as he shows no sign of stepping aside.

“I order you to step aside before i talk to Mr. kim” you warn him.

“But madam”- the butler sighs when you don’t budge and he steps aside while telling you to “make it quick”.

you run once again and reach the area you kind of guess it dropped. you look up to the upper deck and calculate the location of the railing you were previously standing at. you look down at the floor but you meet with nothing but with a piece of paper in place of your supposed bracelet. you look around confusingly and pick up the paper. you unfold it and come across a scribbled note.

“Meet me where the nest resides and the stars shine brighter than they are, meet me in the pale moonlight and maybe I will tell you where we are - J ”

next chapter- brooklyn baby.

taglist: @currently-stanning-bts @justagirlinlovewithsevenboys @namelesskeid @jksbibomp @withluvjm @heartstealer-law @badgyalcedi @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @september-husband @yourbobaeyestell @pointofviewyugyeom @ohcarolinamin @jungkooksmytype @erensfavblackie @kaithezaftig

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook recs #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook imagine #jungkook x y/n #jungkook reader #bts jk #bts fic #bts smut

296 notes · View notes

twohearts-hs · 2 months

Text

Always & Forever Fourteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 8.9k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Smut, & Angst.

|| Masterlist for Series ||

Hope you enjoy :)

February 2013

Y/N held her bag over her shoulder as she opened her mailbox. It was Friday and she was about to end her reading break for the month. However, she just came from work and it was nearing ten in the evening when she checked the mailbox. When she got the mail out, instantly her heart dropped. There it was…her future right in front of her.

Columbia University

116th St & Broadway

New York, NY 10027

Her hands began to tremble. She hadn’t heard anything from Professor Beau about his position, but her acceptance was right here. Or her rejection?

Y/N went upstairs where her house was covered in boxes. Half her stuff was packed so far. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch as she thumbed the letter. Taking a sip of the wine, she took a deep breath and then opened the letter.

Columbia University Department of Art History 116th St & Broadway New York, NY 10027 February 22, 2013

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into the Master of Arts in Art History program at Columbia University for the Fall 2013 semester. Your application demonstrated an exceptional understanding and passion for art history, and we are excited to welcome you to our academic community.

Your impressive academic background, thoughtful research interests, and dedication to advancing the field of art history made your application stand out among a highly competitive pool of candidates. We believe that you will bring valuable perspectives and insights to our program, and we are confident that you will thrive in the intellectually stimulating environment that Columbia offers.

As a graduate student in our department, you will have the opportunity to work with renowned faculty, access our extensive art collections, and engage with a vibrant community of scholars and artists. We are committed to supporting your academic and professional growth, and we look forward to seeing the contributions you will make to the field of art history.

Please review the enclosed materials for important information regarding your enrolment, orientation, and other essential details.

Once again, congratulations on your acceptance to Columbia University. We eagerly anticipate your arrival and look forward to the academic journey ahead.

Warm regards,

Dr. Jody L. Bain Director of Graduate Studies Department of Art History Columbia University

Her heart dropped. Her body went frozen as she read the letter. She got accepted… She was going to Columbia University. Her hand was over her mouth as she read the letter over and over again.

She was going to Columbia. Her mind raced as she read the words again and again, each line confirming acceptance into one of the top art history schools in the country. Excitement and fear intertwined within her, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Y/N thought for a moment, contemplating the path laid out in front of her. Columbia represented more than just an academic opportunity; it was a chance to learn from some of the best in the field, to immerse herself in the bustling energy of New York City, and to push herself beyond her comfort zone.

But intertwined with the excitement was the weight of uncertainty. She thought of Marshall, of their tumultuous yet deeply meaningful relationship. His reaction to her potential move to New York City was still fresh in her mind – the tension, the unspoken fears, and the difficult conversation they had to have.

She was going to Columbia. She was moving. She was leaving Marshall.

Y/N knew she could not ignore this opportunity. It was a pivotal moment in her career, a chance to pursue her passion for art history in a way she had always dreamed of. Yet, it meant uprooting her life in Detroit, leaving behind Marshall, his daughters and the life they were slowly building together.

She needed to tell him.

Y/N invited Marshall over to help continue packing with her. She ordered take out for them and bought mocktails they could share. She was leaning over a box when the door opened, and Marshall came in.

He had his overnight bag in his as he placed it down.

“Looks like a bomb went off,” he commented with a chuckle before walking around to the kitchen.

Y/N got up and walked over to him, leaning into his embrace and kissed his lips. “Hi, honey,” she hummed. His hand wrapped around her hip, pulling her in. “I got takeout and mocktails,” she said softly.

“Lovely,” he said.

The two of them ate and began packing her things. Y/N’s small apartment was filled with the warmth of laughter and playful banter as Marshall joined her for the ordinary evening. After an hour of packing, they decided to lie on the couch, lounge comfortable as they shared jokes and stories in front of the television. As they chatted, Marshall got up to get another drink. On the counter by the kitchen under a magazine, he recognised the crest of Columbia University.

He glanced up, seeing Y/N watching the movie they put on. Curiosity piqued, he reached for it, his fingers brushing against it as he pulled it out.

It was for Columbia and instantly, he hoped without admitting it she got rejected. Even if it made him a evil person, he wanted Y/N to stay here.

“Y/N,” he said taking the letter and walking back to the living room. “What’s this?” Marshalled asked casually, taking the letter out of the envelope.

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly when she saw the envelope. She looked at him as he read the letter, the weight and tension of this discussion beginning to get heavy in the air.

“It’s my acceptance letter,” she admitted quietly watching Marshall’s expression.

“It is dated from a week ago,” he responded. “You’ve known for a week?” Marshall was slightly hurt from her not telling him. “I told you to let me know as soon as you know. Have you heard from the university here?”

“Yes, and Vancouver too.”

“Vancouver? Canada?” he exclaimed. Marshall’s expression turned dark as he absorbed the news. He stood up abruptly, pacing the room in attempt to contain his frustrations.

“I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me,” he whispered.

Y/N’s expression changed to a state of shock. “Secrets? I have kept no secrets from you.”

“This was a secret. When were you going to tell me?” he barked. “A month from now, six months or when you’re leaving.”

“You knew this was probably going to happen, Marshall. I have been debating my options and when I figured it out, I would tell you. I have not heard from Michigan yet.”

“Detroit,” he spat, “is your home. I am your home. You cannot just leave and leave the life we have. We are meant to be, Y/N.”

Y/N got up and took his hand to try to calm him down. “Marshall, maybe I am supposed to move away and then we reconnect. Or we do long distance. I can fly back every month and you can fly to me. I can drive. It’s a nine-hour drive. I used to drive to Calgary from Ladysmith in a day and it’s fourteen hours.”

Marshall pulled his hand away, his face a mask of pain and anger. “I don’t want to reconnect in a few years. I don’t want to do long distance. I want you here, with me, now. If you go, it feels like you’re choosing your career over us.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish.

“Marshall, this isn’t about choosing one over the other. It’s about following my dreams and hoping that our love is strong enough to survive the distance. I want a future with you, with marriage and babies. I want to grow old with you. But I also need to pursue this opportunity. You did this once. You chose your career over your love.”

Marshall’s eyes darned, a hint of regret and sadness in his expression. “Y/N, I can’t give you that. I can’t wait for the ‘if’ of us. I am forty and what we met in ten years. I am not having babies at fifty. I don’t even want marriage again. I want you though.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their emotions pressing down on them. Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “I have to go, Marshall. I can’t turn down this opportunity. But, that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

Marshall’s eyes were filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. “Then I guess we have our answer. Maybe we weren’t meant to be after all.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at his words, but she knew this was the path she had to take. “Then leave.”

Marshall nodded, walking over to his bag and grabbing it. “Goodbye, Y/N. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

As he walked out the door, Y/N felt a profound sense of loss. But beneath the sadness, there also a flicker of hope. She was going to Columbia, and she was going to chase her dream.

Y/N could not sleep that night. She tossed and turned.

Were they broken up? Were they over-over? Or was this Marshall having a tantrum and throwing threats? Does he expect her to get back to him and tell him that she was going to Detroit? He expected her to be threatened, to choose Detroit and choose him. However this was her future to think about.

Y/N turned to look at the time, 1:53 a.m. in the morning. She might have had an hour sleep tops. Marshall was going to stay over tonight, and they were going to make breakfast together. They were going to studio and Y/N was going to do some art for the upcoming show she signed up for while he finalised the album.

What now?

Y/N rolled over and grabbed her phone to see texts from Marshall. She smiled instantly.

1:02 a.m.

From Marshall <3: I fucked up. You were right. You need to think about your future. I want this to work.

1:05 a.m.

From Marshall <3: I miss you. Please call me.

1:10 a.m.

From Marshall <3: You have absolute control over me. I will do anything for you. We can do long distance.

1:20 a.m.

From Marshall <3: You’re probably asleep. I can’t sleep without you. I am lying alone and all I think about is you.

1:22 a.m.

From Marshall <3: I can’t do this anymore. I am coming over.

Her lips twitched into a smile, and she turned around to look out the window to see the road. There it was the Aston Martin pulling up and Marshall getting out.

Y/N rolled out of bed in her underwear and shirt, walking towards the front door. She heard noises behind it and just went she opened it, Marshall stood with his hand up ready to knock.

“You’re here,” she whispered.

“I am here,” he responded but he glanced down to her body then to her lips. Instantly, he cupped her cheeks tight and tilting her head to kiss him. The kiss was passionate and heavy, filled with emotion and lust.

Y/N walked backwards as her hands grabbed his lips, pulling him close as she rolled her hips against his. Her back hit the bed as their lips assaulted one another with so much power. They had so much power over each other. The devotion, adoration and the lack of separation as they needed each other like water and oxygen.

“I am sorry,” he whispered against them as his hands slipped to pull her shirt off her head. She let him. “I am the asshole. I am the fucking jerk.”

Y/N moaned as his lips trailed down her jaw, sucking and nipping, leaving art as if he was the painter and she was the canvas. Y/N sat on the bed hands back as she laid on them. Marshall pulled his hoodie and shirt off him.

Y/N tugged her underwear down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Their eyes were focused on each other, direct contact as their lip connected to one another with such passion. His hand glided down her stomach, cupping her heat before rubbing circles on her clit.

“Marshall,” she moaned, “are we about to have angry sex?”

“Shut up,” he said as he continued to suck her throat before attaching his lips to her nipple, sucking it and nibbing it. Her back arched, as her head rolled, and eyes closed.

“Marsh-“ she tried but his hand went over her mouth.

“I said, shut up,” he said. “I don’t want to hear you.”

Y/N nodded, as his hand held over her mouth as his other worked wonders on her heat. He pulled away from kissing her breast before throwing her legs apart and lowering himself down. Instantly his mouth found her cunt, kissing and licking it before sucking it.

Y/N tried to stop her moans and screams, but she could not.

Just when she was about to come, Marshall pulled away and slapped her cunt earning a strong yelp from her before the pleasure settled in.

“You and me,” he said as he kneeled on the bed, “we belong together. I am yours and you are mine.” Y/N nodded as his lips attached to hers. “We are going to be together…forever,” he whispered the last part. Then he pulled away. “You belong with me. Maybe in another world or lifetime, but I know you belong with me.”

Y/N nodded again, however Marshall pulled away and got off the bed. He grabbed his shirt and hoodie off the floor and threw them on.

He licked his lips and Y/N looked at him in utter confusion.

“Pick what you want so badly,” he whispered before turning around and leaving.

Marshall left. Marshall used sex against her and left.

Y/N laid on the bed, stunned and breathless, as the door clicked shut behind Marshall. She felt the weight of his words and actions crashing down on her. The passion they just shared left her feeling more confused and vulnerable than ever.

She pulled the covers over herself, curling into a ball as she tried to make sense of everything. The intensity of their connection was undeniable but so was the reality of their situation. She knew she had to focus on her future, yet Marshall’s presence in her life had become so significant that the thought of losing him was unbearable.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she replayed the night’s events in her mind. The anger, the desperation, the intimacy – it was all a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knew she had to make a choice, but it was impossible to balance her dreams with the love she felt for Marshall.

Hours passed, as she lay there, lost in thought. The sun began to rise when she fell asleep.

Morning came. The sun shined through the curtains making her glow. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. Everything hit her in that moment, and she sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. However, she needed clarity and the only way to find it was to face her fears head-on.

Y/N got up and made herself a cup of coffee before looking down at her phone. No messages from him.

Instead, she pulled out a notebook and began to write. She wrote about her dreams, her love for Marshall and the future she envisioned. She wrote about the sacrifices she was willing to make and the ones she was not. It was a stream of consciousness, a way to untangle the mess of emotions inside her.

As the morning wore on, she felt a sense of determination building within her. She knew what she had to do. She had to talk to Marshall, to lay everything on the table and see if they could find a way to make it work. She loved him deeply, but she could not ignore the call of her dreams.

Y/N picked up her phone and sent him a text.

9:23 a.m.

To Marshall <3: Can we talk? I need to see you.

Moments later, her phone buzzed with his reply.

9:26 a.m.

From Marshall <3: I’ll be there in 20.

Twenty minutes which felt like an eternity to Y/N. She paced the room, rehearsing what she wanted to say. When the knock came, her heart skipped a beat. She opened to door to find Marshall standing there, looking as conflicted and exhausted as she felt.

“Hi,” she said softly, stepping aside to him in.

“Hi,” he replied, his eyes searching her for answers.

“Wanna sit?” she asked as she went to the couch. They sat down, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “Marshall, I love you,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “I love you more than I can put into words. But I also love my dreams and my career. There are so many galleries in New York City for me to work at. I can’t choose but I don’t want to lose you. Is there any way we can make this work?”

Marshall looked at her, his expression pained but resolute. “Y/N, I don’t want to lose you either. But long-distance…it’s going to be hard. Really hard. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“I know,” she said, reaching out to take his hand. “But I’m willing to try if you are. We can figure it out together. We can visit each other, call, or video chat. It won’t be easy, but nothing worth having ever is.”

Marshall squeezed her hand, his eyes softening. “I want to believe we can do this. I want to try. But you have to promise me that we communicate, that we won’t let the distance tear us apart.”

“I promise,” Y/N said, her eyes filling with tears. “I promise we’ll make it work.”

“I just feel second to everything,” he whispered. “I am second to you.”

Y/N sighed. “I am like third in your world, Marshall. Your daughters, your music and then me.” Marshall’s brows furrowed. Y/N reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she touched Marshall’s cheek. “Marshall, I know it’s not easy. And it’s not fair to either of us. But I can’t give up on this dream. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Just like your music is to you.”

Marshall closed his eyes, leaning into her touch for a moment before pulling away. “It’s just…I’m scared, Y/N. Scared that the distance will change things, that we’ll grow apart. I’ve seen it happen before, and I don’t want that for us.”

“We won’t let it happen,” Y/N said firmly, trying to instil a sense of hope in their conversation. “We’ve faced so much already, and we’ve always found a way through. This is just another challenge we can overcome together.”

He looked at her, the internal battle evident in his eyes. “I want to believe that. But seeing you pack up, knowing you’ll be gone…it hurts.”

Y/N’s heart ached at his words. “I know. It hurts me too. But think about what it will mean for us in the long run. Think about the experiences we’ll both have, and the growth we’ll undergo. And when we’re together, it’ll make our time even more special.”

Marshall’s gaze softened, and he reached out to hold her hands. “I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. If this is what you need to do, then we have to find a way. But promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” she whispered, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Promise me that if it ever becomes too much, if either of us starts to feel like we’re losing ourselves in the distance, we’ll talk about it. We won’t just let it fester and tear us apart.”

Y/N nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I promise Marshall. We’ll face everything together, no matter what.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as they both cried, the weight of their decision pressing down on them but the hope of their future shining through.

They spent the morning making love to one another passionately. The apartment was filled with noises of pleasure and devotion, and promises were told.

March 2013

Since February, a lot had happened. Between the drama of Marshall and Y/N, Paul came out talking about an album that will come later this year. Which caused an uproar of excitement.

Y/N moved into her new apartment with the help of Marshall and once her belongings were in, they christened every room they could, putting their own touch of love to it. Life was good. Y/N and Marshall were good…they were happy. However, they could not help but feel like they were on a time crunch in their relationship, but they chose to ignore it.

Y/N took a deep breath as she approached Dr. Beau’s office. The art history department at the University of Michigan was a familiar place, but today felt different. Today, she would discuss her future in a way she had not before.

She knocked lightly on the open door and peeked in to see Dr. Beau, a very distinguished but young professor with a kind smile looking up from his desk. He had a toss of brown curls, a light beard and glasses perched on his nose. He must be in his late thirties and Y/N could not deny that he was on the verge of handsome, but she was Marshall therefore she did not pay much attention.

“Y/n! Come in, come in,” he greeted warmly. “Please, have a seat.”

Y/N entered and sat down, placing her bag on the floor. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Thanks for seeing me, Dr. Beau.”

“Of course,” he replied, leaning back in his chair. “I hear you have some exciting news about joining the upcoming art show and plans for the future. I am glad you took my advice. Let’s start with the art show. Tell me about it.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she began to speak. “It’s a show at the Detroit Institute of Arts. I’ve been working on a series of mixed media focusing more on oil paint and charcoal that explore different human bodies. The theme is ‘Diverse Forms’, celebrating the beauty and uniqueness of each individual.”

Dr. Beau nodded appreciatively. “That sounds fascinating. Your work has always had a unique voice, and I think this show will really highlight that. How are preparations going?”

“It’s been intense,” Y/N admitted. “I just moved but now I have a art corner in my place. However, balancing the final touches on my pieces with my job at the diner has been challenging. But it’s coming together. The opening night is in two weeks, and I’m both excited and nervous.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Dr. Beau said with a reassuring smile. “Now, let’s talk about your plans for after graduation. I understand you’re considering Columbia University for your master’s?”

Y/N nodded, her expression becoming serious. “Yes, I’ve been looking into their art history program. It has a fantastic reputation, and the faculty there are doing some groundbreaking research. But the cost is a significant concern.”

Dr. Beau leaned forward, clasping his hands on the desk. “Columbia is indeed an excellent choice, but you’re right; it can be expensive. Have you looked into scholarships or assistantships? They often offer financial support for promising students.”

“I have,” Y/N said. “I’m applying for a few scholarships, and I’m also looking into potential teaching assistant positions. I’m hoping that with a strong application and portfolio, I might be able to secure some funding.”

Dr. Beau nodded approvingly. “That’s a smart approach. And remember, your work and dedication here have already laid a solid foundation. Your participation in the upcoming art show will be a significant addition to your portfolio. Have you thought about how you’ll present your work in your application?”

Y/N smiled, feeling a bit more confident. “Yes, I’ve been working on a digital portfolio that includes high-resolution images of my pieces, descriptions, and my artist’s statement. I want to make sure it reflects my growth and my vision as an artist.”

“That sounds perfect,” Dr. Beau said. “You’re on the right track, Y/N. And if you need any letters of recommendation or support in your application process, don’t hesitate to ask. You’ve been a dedicated student, and I do not doubt that you’ll succeed.”

“Thank you, Dr. Beau,” Y/N said, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Your support means a lot to me.”

Dr. Beau smiled warmly. “Speaking of Columbia, I haven’t had the chance to tell you that I did accept the position at Columbia University. I’ll be joining their faculty in the fall semester.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s amazing! Congratulations, Dr. Beau.”

“Thank you,” Dr. Beau said. “And here’s the best part: I would love to continue working with you on your thesis if you decide to Columbia. We could develop your project further and take it to new heights.”

Y/N felt a surge of excitement. “That would be incredible. Having your guidance would mean so much to me.”

“Well, it’s settled then,” Dr. Beau said with a smile. “Focus on your art show and your applications. We’ll make sure you have the support you need to succeed at Columbia.”

Y/N left Dr. Beau’s office, feeling a sense of purpose and determination. She could not believe how everything was just working out.

The weekend came and Y/N walked into Marshall’s house with her overnight bag and already dressed in sweats and a hoodie. She could hear distant chatter from the kitchen. His daughters were over for dinner tonight and Marshall invited her.

Y/N came into the kitchen to see Marshall cooking and his daughters surrounded.

“Hey,” she said softly as she put her bag down on the floor and walked to him. He was dressed down and Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek as he stirred the pot in front of him.

“Hi, doll,” he responded, turning to kiss her lips. It was a short kiss before focusing back on his cooking.

“What are you making?” she asked as she walked around to say her hello to the girls.

“Some pasta dish,” he commented.

“I am going to take my bag to the bedroom,” she said, picking up her overnight bag and walking out of the kitchen.

“Enjoy,” he smirked looking over his shoulder.

Y/N wandered up the steps and going into the bedroom where she spotted a pink bag with tissue paper coming out on the bed. Y/N put her bag in the corner where she wandered over to the bag. Connected to it was a little envelope with her name on it.

Curiosity piqued and she took the envelope out.

Y/N,

Forever & Always,

She pulled out the pink tissue paper and looked inside the bag to see black lace…no he did not. Y/N pulled out the risqué outfit and a smile came to her lips. Marshall did not…

Never in her life had she ever bought herself lingerie but her boyfriend of just a few months just bought her this lace little outfit. Y/N laid it out and stared at it.

It covered nothing, but she was intrigued to try this on.

Later she decided. The idea of trying this on and putting her clothes over top then going downstairs to be with his daughter…that is just plain naughty. She was not that way. She had some respect for his daughters.

However, she could not get over just how sexy it was…

How did he know her measurements? Her bra size and panty size? He must had done some digging in her draws.

Y/N came downstairs, and the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as Y/N joined Marshall and his daughters in the kitchen. He turned when he heard her footsteps and smiled.

She mouthed a, ‘thank you, it’s beautiful’ and he sent her a wink with a mouthing of ‘later’. Stevie, Alaina and Hailie were animatedly chatting about their day, and the warmth of their laughter made Y/N feel at home. She glanced at Marshall, who was serving the pasta dish on some places and smiled.

“Dinner smells amazing,” Y/N said taking her seat.

“Thanks,” Marshall replied, smiling back. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As everyone settled at the table, Marshall handed each of them the plates before sitting next to Y/N. They all began eating and having a conversation about their day.

When it got quiet, Y/N felt like it was the perfect time to announce her announcement. She cleared her throat and everyone’s eyes turned to her.

“So, I have some exciting news,” Y/N began, her eyes bright with anticipation. Marshall’s brows furrowed, thinking it was the Columbia news which was not the time for her to announce her departure.

“Y/N, I think we should wait-“

His daughters’ brows all furrowed as well, curiosity piqued however Y/N looked over at her boyfriend.

“You don’t know what I am talking about as I have not told you yet,” she said as a matter of fact.

“Oh,” he said, “then continue.”

“Thank you,” she grinned. “I am going to be part of an art show at the Detroit Institute of Arts in two weeks! My pieces were picked, and they will be displayed. It’s my first show,” she announced with a wide toothy grin.

“That’s awesome!” Hailie exclaimed. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, her smile widening. “I was wondering if you would like to come. It would mean a lot to me to have you there. As we are a family.”

Alaina nodded enthusiastically. “We’d love to! Right, Hailie?”

Hailie smiled. “Absolutely. We wouldn’t miss it. I have never seen your art, but it must be amazing if it’s going to be in a show.”

“Her art is phenomenal. Very creative and detailed,” Marshall said as he took a bite.

Y/N smiled and turned to her boyfriend, heart racing. “And, Marshall, I was hoping you could be my date for the show. It’s a big night for me, and I’d love to have you by my side. I am building my portfolio for my master’s as I will be specialising in art history.”

Marshall’s expression shifted, and he looked down to his plate, a hint of tension in his posture. He took a moment before responding, finding the correct words. “Y/N, you know I support you, your work and your career. But…going to a public event like this together, it could attract a lot of media attention. I’m just worried about what that might do to us, to you?”

“Oh,” Y/N muttered, a pang in her chest. She had anticipated his concern but hoped it would not be a barrier. “Marshall, this show is incredibly important to me. It’s a culmination of my work and having you there would mean so much. I understand the risks, but it would be nice for you to be there…supporting me. You can meet Dr. Beau.”

Marshall sighed. “I get that, I do. But the media can be ruthless and I am not sure I am ready to go public like that. They could twist things, bring up my past, you know. We are not a normal couple and I need you to understand that. It could overshadow your moment.”

Stevie, Alaina and Hailie all exchanged glances, sensing the gravity of the conversation.

“Jake would have,” Y/N whispered not intending for him to hear that.

However, Marshall heard that comment loud and clear. His jaw clenched at the mention of Jake. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt, but he quickly masked it with a sigh. He placed his fork down and leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath to steady himself before responding.

“Y/N, this isn’t about Jake. This is about us. I just want to protect you from the chaos that comes with my life,” he said, his voice strained but earnest.

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she reached out to touch his hand. “Marshall, I know you’re trying to protect me, but I don’t need protection from you or from your past. I need your support in my present. This art show means everything to me and having you there would make it perfect.”

Marshall looked at her, the conflict clear in his eyes. He wanted to be there for her, but the fear of his past resurfacing and affecting her was something he could not shake off easily. His daughters watched the exchange quietly, knowing this was an important moment for their father and Y/N.

“Dad, we’ve been through a lot as a family,” Hailie said gently. “We’ve faced the media before, and we’ve come out stronger. If this art show is important to Y/N, we should support her. Together.”

Marshall glanced at his daughters, their encouraging smiles giving him a sense of reassurance. He turned back to Y/N, seeing the hope and determination in her eyes. He knew she was right. He could not let his fear hold her back.

“Ok,” Marshall said finally, his voice softening. “I’ll be there. We’ll be there. I won’t let anything ruin your moment; I promise.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with relief and joy. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her heart swelling with love. “Thanks, M. It means the world to me.”

Marshall squeezed her hand, a small smile playing on his lips. “Anything for you, doll. Let’s make this art show unforgettable.”

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced with a sense of unity and excitement. They continued their dinner, the conversation flowing more easily now. Y/N felt renewed confidence, knowing that Marshall and his daughters would be by her side for her big night.

Alaina and Hailie left around eight o’clock and Stevie retired to their room. Y/N and Marshall sat in the living room in each other’s arms as they watched trashy television and had a light conversation. Marshall’s fingers rubbed circles on her shoulder as his arm was wrapped around her. However, Y/N could not help but think about the pink bag waiting for her upstairs. The thought of the black lingerie made her blush, and she caught Marshall’s eye, giving him a playful smile. He winked back, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

Around ten o’clock they went upstairs. Marshall locked the doors, turned off the lights and set the alarm as Y/N walked into his bedroom. The lingerie was still there, laid out on the bed with her name written all over it. She took it and slipped into it, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror, the delicate fabric accentuating her curves. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door from the bathroom and stepped out.

Marshall was sitting on the bed waiting for her and when she came out, his eyes widened as he saw her. His breath caught in his throat, and he could not tear his gaze away. “Wow,” he murmured, standing up and walking over to her. “You look stunning.”

Y/N did a small twirl. The two pieces of pure lace was beautiful on her. The lace bustier covered nothing and her nipples poked through while the thong left little to the imagination. Marshall’s fingers grazed her thigh and made its way up to her chin, tilting it up and kissing her.

“Thank you for this beautiful gift,” she said softly.

“No need to thank me. It was made just for you,” he whispered, eyes filled with adoration.

Y/N cupped his cheeks, kissing his lips again. “Am I just going to be artwork to admire or are you going to rip it off of me?” she whispered into his ears.

His hands wrapped over her waist, hands setting on her ass as he slapped it lightly.

“Such naughty words,” he whispered back. “I am going to take full advantage of my present wrapped in lace.”

Y/N smirked, biting her lip but his thumb pressed against her lip, pulling it so it would release. Then he pushed it into her mouth as her tongue lapped over it.

“You are something, aren’t you,” he cooed removing it and placing it in his mouth sucking it before cupping her breast. He squeezed them, thumb over her nipple feeling it hardened from the sensation.

Y/N pushed him lightly, the back of his legs hitting the bed as he sat down. Y/N stood between them, hands wrapping around his neck as she leaned down and kissed him.

“I love you,” she whispered as she straddled him. “And I love that you’re coming to my art show.”

“What is the art?” he asked.

She began to rock her hips over his groin as she licked from his jaw to his ear. “It’s called Diverse Forms and it’s just naked people. But don’t worry, you’re not part of it. Could not have an explicit, risqué,” she whispered, “detailed picture of Eminem’s junk and body on display in Detroit.”

Marshall chuckled before kissing her shoulder. “As much as I enjoy knowing you have drawn pictures of me like that. I am glad that those won’t be public.”

Y/N pulled away, hands running through his hair as she leaned down and kissed him. “Love you, baby,” she cooed.

Then he pulled away. “Who did you draw?”

“Just whatever came to my mind.”

“Jake in it?” he said lowly.

“Never drew Jake before.”

“Sam?”

“No.”

“Anyone you have slept with?” he said deeply.

“No. I don’t draw exes,” she hummed. “Now, I sense jealousy coming from you.”

Marshall pulled away and took her arms from around his neck. “Why did you bring your ex up at dinner?”

She knew where this was going…a fight.

"I am standing here in very expensive lingerie. We are going to have sex, hot and heavy, loving sex and we are not going to have this conversation,” she stated.

Marshall took her arms and placed them back where they were before. “Proceed.”

Y/N smirked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. “You know,” she whispered, “you listening to me is very sexy.”

“Oh?” he mocked. “Is that so?”

“How would you like if I am in charge and you listen tonight?” she cooed, finger going down his nose and tilting his chin up to her.

Marshall’s eyes widened. Never thought he would hear those words come from her, however, he liked that idea. “Then kiss me, Madam.”

“No.” Y/N put her finger to his lips. “It’s please can you kiss me?”

Marshall smirked and pulled away. “I am not going to beg. That’s your job.”

Y/N then shrugged and pulled away. “Fine, enjoy your hand and lotion.” She got off of him and walked to the bathroom and Marshall watched bewildered.

What was that?

He quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, opening the door to see Y/N pulling her panties down.

“Please fuck me, Y/N,” he said with confidence.

“I need a little more,” she cooed arms over her chest.

He gave her look of surprise and she raised a brow.

“Go out there and patiently wait for me.”

“I have never said words like this to you,” he fired back.

“Let me have my fun, Marshall,” she barked back. He threw his hands up in surprise as she pulled her panties back up. “Now patiently wait for me on the bed in your boxers.”

He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” Marshall turned out of the bathroom and walked to the bed, stripping his shirt and pants before throwing them in the laundry. Only thing he wore was his boxers, his sobriety pendant and a chain bracelet.

Y/N came out eventually when he was very close to losing his patience. She was hyping herself up in the bathroom. Her saunter was sexy as she stood in front of Marshall. His hands were on his knees as he stared up at her.

“Goddess-like,” he mused and went to reach her, but she took his hand and placed it on his thigh.

“You don’t touch me until I tell you,” she commanded. “You’re my plaything now.”

Marshall was suddenly aroused. The way she was with words, demanding and commanding made him shiver in arousal. He nodded.

“Words?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” she whispered licking her lips. “I am trying to figure out how I want to do this,” she admitted. “I am not normally-“

“Shh,” he shushed her, “you’re ruining the roleplaying. I am getting horny from this. Continue the scene. 3…2…1… Action!”

/N chuckled before going serious. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned down. “Give me a kiss.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she pulled away. Her fingers trailing from under his jaw down his shoulder and arm taking his hand and placing it on her hip. She did the same to the other one before straddling him. She looked down through her lashes as he stared up at her. His hold on her tightened as she pressed a kiss to the side of his lips.

“I am going to ruin you,” she whispered.

“Likewise.”

She bit her lip as she licked it then she pushed him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress as her hands ran down his chest, fingers curling over his boxer’s hem.

“Y/N,” he whispered, elbows going back to push him up so he could look at her. “Continue.”

“Shut up,” she stated placing a finger to his lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

Marshall did as she threw a leg over his torso and settled herself down. She leaned down and kissed his jaw as her body began to rock. Her core hit his thigh, the panties thin and he could feel the wetness from her heat. Marshall felt it on his thigh and held his moans as she sucked and bit his neck.

“Y/N…” he moaned.

She smirked as her hand went to his groin, cupping it as she assaulted his neck. Marshall bit his lip holding his moan as she delivered wet kisses down his throat to chest.

Her hand held his groin, making effect to get it hard. Once satisfied she pulled away and got off him. There was an obvious tent in his boxers, restraining against the fabric. Marshall waited patiently which took everything in him. It was usually him in control, but seeing his hot, sexy, beautiful girlfriend in lingerie made him wither and bend in ways he never thought he could.

Y/N’s fingers hooked onto the band of his boxers, pulling it down and relieving the hard, veiny cock that had pre-cum dripping from it. Marshall hissed when it hit the air as the cold bit it.

She kneeled on the bed, hand wrapping around his cock as her thumb swiped the pre-cum, bringing it to her tongue.

“Divine,” she whispered.

He swallowed hard and nodded watching her every move. Her hand wrapped around his cock as her mouth came closer. Her lips touched his tip, kissing it with love before her tongue darted and licked it with such need.

It took everything in Marshall to not grasp her hair and push her down, but he was the submissive in this scenario and he was enjoying it.

Y/N took his cock, his tip hitting the back of her mouth before she released it. Her head bobbed as her mouth hallowed, granting him pleasure beyond his own hand. She was terrific and skilled. As she gave him the blowjob, he could not help but release noises of pleasure, moaning her name and biting his lip.

He was close. So, so close and she knew it too. Y/N pulled away and took her bra pulling it down and letting her breasts be released. Plump, hard and juicy, Marshall swallowed.

What was she doing?

Y/N leaned down, taking his dick and placing it between her breasts, pumping them and instantly, it was not too long before he came. White lines of seed covered her breasts and she let go, letting them be painted.

Marshall screamed her name and watched with such wonder.

She was dirty…so dirty and he loved it.

Y/N kneeled back, and he looked down to her chest where he coated her in himself. Marshall moved to kneel in front of her. She smirked, dumbfounded almost.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered more to himself. “Holy fucking shit.”

She smirked as his hands came to cup her breasts, fingers spreading to touch and rub his seed into her skin. He swiped it and took it to her lips.

“Tongue.”

She placed her tongue out and he wiped himself onto her. She swallowed and smiled.

“You’re fucking something.”

His hand went down to her thong, pulling it by the hem fast and enough force to rip them.

“Marshall!” she snapped. “I like them.”

He shrugged. “They are mine. I bought them. I will buy you another pair.”

“They are expensive.”

Once again, he did not have a care in the world. “Come here.” His finger darted out and he made a motion for her to come. Y/N straddled him, her wet heat hitting his hard cock which earned both members to moan.

“Sit on my face,” he whispered in her ear.

“No!” she hissed.

“Why not?”

“Because I will suffocate you.”

“Rather die that way. Now do it,” he commanded. Marshall leaned back, head on the pillow as his hand reached out for her. “Grip the headboard and balance on your calves. If that makes sense.”

She nodded, scooting up to his face. She was on top of him, looking down as he tapped her thigh. Y/N slowly lowered herself till she felt him on her head.

Her hands grasped the headboard.

“Be quiet,” he stated, “don’t need my daughter to know what we are up to.”

“It’s late.”

“Y/N,” warned, “quiet as a mouse.”

She nodded as she began to feel his mouth against her core. She held her moans, gripping onto the headboard as his grasp got tighter, nails digging in. Her body began to rock with the rhythm of his tongue, and she whispered his name over and over again.

The knot in her stomach began to tighten and grow as he continued lapping and sucking on her cunt. Y/N felt her insides tense up as the growing pleasure sensation grew. Several moments later, it released, and she covered her mouth screaming his name.

Marshall smiled against her heat, guiding her in her own orgasm. Once she rode it out, Y/N rolled off Marshall, lying next to him as she tried to catch her breath. However, he did not give her long until he was on top of her, taking her legs and spreading them.

Y/N was on birth control again. She got an IUD inserted a while ago which made Marshall elated that he could go bare. To feel her was like heaven.

“Marshall,” she whispered, gripping onto his bicep.

“Yes?”

He looked down on her. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

Marshall pushed inside her, feeling her tight walls welcome him with such love. He hit her cervix, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. Then slowly he began to fuck her slowly, his balls hitting her and the sounds of slapping filling the room.

His head came to her neck as his lips attached to them. His rhythm was strong, his thrusting powerful as they moaned one another’s names. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, ankles dipping into his ass as she rolled her head back and arched her back.

“I love you,” he whispered, “so much and I need you.”

She nodded. “I want you more than anything,” she replied in the heat of the moment.

“Then don’t go to Columbia.”

She heard those words, and she tried her best not to ruin the mood or the moment. Instead, she shook her head. “Not the time, baby,” she cooed, kissing the side of his lips. “I am going to Columbia.”

He pulled away. “Did you accept already?” he spat.

“Marshall, can you keep fucking me and we can talk about this after.”

“I can’t.”

“Marshall Mathers,” she bit. “Give me a fucking orgasm.”

“So, demanding,” he whispered and continued to fuck her.

Moments later, they were both at their peak, hands grasping anything they could find. Her eyes were rolled back, and she yelled his name as his hand went over her mouth. Marshall moaned hers as well as they came together.

Marshall rolled off of her, catching his breath as Y/N moved to look at him.

“Bath?” she whispered. “You and me? Hot water? I bought a bath bomb and bubbles in my bag. You can wash my hair and we can do all types of gross-loving things.”

He chuckled, getting up and walking to the bathroom on his command. Y/N pushed up onto her elbows as he watched his sculpted body saunter to the bathroom. He was naked and he was hers.

Marshall turned the bath on as Y/N walked into the bathroom, he glanced over and chuckled. “You have cum running down your leg,” he stated.

Y/N glanced down and saw it. Rolling her eyes she went to the toilet paper and swiped it off her and threw it in the toilet. Marshall checked the water and Y/N did her business of peeing in front of him.

She got to her bag and found the stuff she was looking for before throwing it in the bath. Marshall got in and he helped her in too. Her back hit his chest as she sat, head rolled onto his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her.

“Did you then?” he whispered, playing with her hair.

“Did I what?”

“Accept?”

She sighed. “No. I haven’t accepted, nor have I put money down. Until I figure out scholarships and bursaries, I won’t accept. Dr. Beau told me that he is going to Columbia and will mentor my thesis. So, to factor that.”

He nodded.

“And my mom is pushing for Vancouver. My grandparents said they will pay for my master’s if I stay in Canada.”

He nodded again. “I will pay if you stay in Detroit,” he stated as if it was nothing.

She sighed and closed her eyes. He was doing anything and everything for her to stay.

“Marshall, I can’t accept your money. Plus, it will be expensive. I am an international student.

“Name the price and I will have the cheque drawn up.”

“Nearly ninety grand,” she whispered. “Might as well buy a house.”

He swallowed and nodded. He said his piece but hearing the numbers.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “that much, huh?”

“See why I am looking for financial aid. Columbia is a little more.”

He nodded. “You really want this,” he stated as he dipped his hand into the water and dripping droplets onto her skin.

“I do.”

“It’s only two years?”

“Yeah, you will be releasing the album soon and then what…you’re going to be on tour for a year?”

“Possibly.”

“Then if I stayed, you would leave me for a year,” she said but he tried to open his mouth. “I know you. ‘Come with me’…I can’t, M. Masters. So, maybe we take a two-year break and then talk again.”

He sighed. “There are so much more opportunities in NYC for you with your career than Detroit.”

Marshall tightened his hold onto Y/N, resting his chin on her shoulder as he pondered for a moment. The warmth of their bath and the closeness of her body made the conversation feel more intimate, but it also made the reality of their situation more pressing. “New York City offers so much more for your art career. I just the idea of being apart from you.”

Y/N turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft but resolute. “I know, and I hate it too. But it’s only two years, and it’s such an important opportunity for me. We can make it work, M. We have faced bigger and grander challenges.”

Marshall sighed, his heart heavy with the thought of their separation, but also filled with admiration for her determination. He took a deep breath and then finally came to terms with all of this. “I’ll support you whatever decision you make, Y/N. I just want you to be happy and to succeed. We’ll find a way to make it work, even if it means being apart for a while.”

She smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek with her wet hand. “Thank you, Marshall. That means a lot to me. Who knows… maybe we’ll surprise each other with visits. New York is not far.”

“What about Vancouver?”

“I don’t want to be this person, but you have money and a direct flight.”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be the best long-distance boyfriend there ever was. “

Y/N kissed his lips as he began to wet her hair and wash it in the tub. He began to massage her scalp, getting the shampoo in their before he took the bucket and washed it out. He continued with conditioner very meticulous with his work as he focused. Y/N closed her eyes as she felt his hands in her hair. It was lovely. It was intimate. It was pure devotion.

They finished their bath and got ready for bed. Closing the lights off, she found herself with her head on his bare chest whispering sweet nothings as they soothed each other into sleep.

Sorry for the delay of posting! Still on vacation.

This was a long one! Hope you enjoyed it :)

Much love,

Ava <3

#eminem series #eminem #eminem angst #eminem fanfiction #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers fluff #marshall mathers angst #marshall mathers fanfiction #marshall mathers x reader #slim shady

31 notes · View notes

justanamesstuff · 1 year

Text

The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 5

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: I really want to ask you guys what are your thoughts so far, what do you expect from now on...we only have 2 chapters left and the epilogue :') this is going to end soon (I'm emo now). Happy reading!!

Warnings: PURE CUTNESS and fluffy feelings, typos.

Word count: 1.8 K

Blog Masterlist Series Masterlist

Two days later

“You’re not wearing the neckless.” Kate pointed out mere seconds after she entered the bookshop that morning. Her eyes fixated on Y/n’s neck, now empty, without her neckless.

Out of instinct, Y/n touched her sternum --where the ring usually resided. The little item holding a lot of significant value wasn’t there, and Y/n didn’t feel panic like previous times when she thought she had lost it. Y/n even felt a sense of freedom.

“Oh, I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.” she informed Kate, thinking about the last time she took it off after taking a quick shower that morning.

The bookshop owner felt the eyes of her best friend following her around the place, meanwhile she rearranged some books in the kids section.

“Yes, Kate?” she asked her, although she never stopped doing her task in hand.

“I didn’t say anything.” Y/n’s friend desperately replied.

“Your head is fuming. I can tell from here.”

“You’re not wearing the neckless.” Kate repeated like a broken record.

“I already told-”

“Yes, I know, I know. But, you-”

Y/n knew very well what Kate was meant to say, but she shuttered her down, adding, “I didn’t notice, but-” she took a breath, admiring the beautiful day outside the window. “Maybe it is time to let him go?” her face shrank, thinking about what she said. “Am I a bad person for that?” Y/n turned around, feeling a rush of guilt.

“No. No!” Kate quickly said, walking closer to Y/n. She stood in front of her friend and held her hand. “I’ve been telling you for quite a while now.” Y/n’s friend remembered out loud, although her tone didn’t hold the meaning or the force Kate always kept when she insisted it might be a good idea for Y/n to move on.

“Then why you’re so stunned by it?” Y/n asked softly.

“I-” Kate started before the sound of the door interrupted their conversation.

Both friends turned around to look at the entrance, their sights falling on Matty’s unsure face.

“Hello?” Matty hesitated.

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n’s face turned to a big smile, after she let go of Kate’s hand. This one, looked between the pair, sensing a shift in the ambient around the three of them. Kate couldn’t explain back then what it was, although the shy and embarrassed looks they were sharing took Y/n’s friend attention.

“Hi, Y/n.” Matty said this time with a similar smile on his face.

“Hey.” Y/n greeted him once more.

Kate mumbled under her breath a, “Oh my god.”

‘These two, I swear..’, she thought.

“Hello, there.” she said before Y/n could introduce them or anything else.

Kate went directly towards Matty and extended her hand. Inside she was shitting herself about meeting one of her favourite artists, even though she knew how to be professional if the moment required. And oh, boy, she needed it at the moment.

Matty said, “Hi, Kate.” making her gasp about him knowing her name.

Y/n chuckled behind her friend, witnessing how she was desperately trying to keep her clam in front of Matty.

“Do you know me?” Kate heard herself asking.

“I do.” the signer bobbed his head, turning to look at her friend. “Y/n talks a lot about you.”

Kate narrowed her eyes, cringing, “Good or bad?”

“Both.” he replied fast and in a witty tone.

“Oh, I like him.” she turned around saying, as if Matty wasn’t in front of them.

“Yeah, I know.” Y/n teased her.

“Shut up.” Kate shushed her quickly. “What brings you here, Healy?”

The change of topic made Matty felt a little out of place and uncomfortable, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the fact that Kate didn’t hesitate with her words and was very forward, which putted him under the focus of attention. Matty was used to not care about bigger crowds, although having Kate and Y/n’s attention on him was very different.

He scratched the back of his head, “The usual?” he answered, looking at Y/n quickly, then back at Kate before she could catch him.

“Which is?”

“Kate, let him be.” Y/n interrupted.

“I’ll-” Matty said, signalling with his hands towards the shelves.

Y/n made her own set of movements, as if she opened the way for him, “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Nice to meet you, Kate.” he smiled weakly, passing by her side.

“Same, Matty.” she bowed ironically, making fun of Matty and Y/n. Her friend gave her a stern look. “What?”

“You know what.”

***

“Please, stop staring at him.” Y/n begged Kate in a whisper, after half hour Matty took his usual seat on one of the couches and let a book rest on his lap.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Kate, please.”

She didn’t stop and said, “He’s a view for sore eyes.”

“Could you please not?”

Y/n hit her slightly on her arm, gaining her attention. When Matty was very focused on one of the books he chose and enjoyed, Y/n did agree, he was a beautiful sight. Although she was cautious with her staring game, Kate wasn’t though and Y/n didn't want to make Matty feel uncomfortable.

“Fine, I have to go anyway. I’ll leave you with your boy.” she said, a bit too loud for Y/n’s liking.

Y/n started protesting, “He’s not-”

“Bye, Matty.” Kate shouted, walking towards the door, ignoring her best friend.

“Bye, Kate.”

After the front door closed --once Kate was out of the shop--, Y/n focused her attention on getting some work done. She had to call the supplier and check her incomes of the month, the usual tasks, although lately work was piling up a little.

Y/n kneeled down to grab one of her big folders, when a repeatedly sound coming from above her head scared her. She even knocked her head against the wood.

“What are you doin’?” Matty said, tapping on the wood of Y/n’s front desk.

Y/n pushed herself all the way up, “Fuck- You scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m…working.” she answered to his initial question.

“Am I bothering you?”

“You never bother me, Matty.”

Y/n focused on the papers in front of her, even though she knew she was messing them more. What she said wasn’t a lie, but Y/n felt her cheeks hotter than a minute ago, so making eye contact with the man wasn’t a great idea.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

“You look nice today.” Matty complimented her.

“Thank you. You too.”

“Y/n?”

Something on his tone made the girl look up to his chestnut eyes. They seemed warm and welcoming, with a touch of something else behind them.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Good for you.” Y/n joked, nervously.

“Ha-ha.”

The first thought coming across her mind made her heart beat faster. ‘He’s going to ask me out’. And the original idea, the question he had been thinking about not only days –even months– got stucked on his throat. Only a look inside her surprised eyes made him desist from the idea. Matty chose to tell her about another thing he had been thinking about when he found an old copy of his favourite book.

“I have this book. I thought maybe you’d like it and since you know about the band now-” Matty said, going to grab his coat where he kept it. He let his body relax a little before returning to Y/n’s side.

“Oh,” Y/n felt a void inside her heart and her stomach. She didn’t want him to ask although, at the same time, she expected it. Her head started to hurt a little. “Which one?”

“This one.” Matty showed her the cover. She knew the book, she already read it.

Y/n -- trying to decide if she should tell him-- read the title out loud, “On the road…”

And the decision was made quickly when her eyes caught the spark of excitement on Matty's eyes.

She took it in her hands, turning page after page.

“Oh, you're the type of reader that writes on the sides. Interesting.” the words slipping away because Y/n was truly amazed by his simple action. She loved it, since it was a thing she did a lot.

“Well, yeah.” Matty felt very seen like a deer in front of the lights of a car. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, all my books back home are all scratched. It’s the only right way to read them.” Y/n reassured him.

Matty shrugged his shoulders, “If you say so, I believe you.”

“I’ll see if my supplier has a copy and-”

“No, keep it.” the singer interrupted her.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Please.”

“Cool.”

The silence was cut by Matty’s phone.

After a short conversation, the frontman told Y/n, “I have to go.” even though he didn’t want to. “See you soon, Y/n.” he promised.

“Bye.”

She waved, seeing him leave once more. Y/n's eyes returned to admire his handwriting.

*****

During the week that followed, Matty didn’t text her or came around, and Y/n didn’t reach out either. Nothing she would accept out loud, but the absence of Matty in her life made her sad.

Y/n was sitting on her couch, in her house this time, reading the very used and scratched copy of ‘On the Road’ that Matty gave her. It was a quiet Friday night, Kate had a family dinner and Y/n's plan was to read the book another time. She had already read it so many times during the week, she bet she could recite the dialogues by memory.

The woman left it on the side, reaching for her glass of wine, at the same time she opened some buttons of the shirt she wore the entire day. Her left hand coming to touch the skin of her sternum. Her mind recalled her talk with Kate before Matty came in almost a week ago. Y/n had been thinking about the process of moving on even since her chatted with Matty around the park before he walked her home. That day, something clicked inside her head.

Matty. Her mind returned to him, something it had been happening a lot during that week. Y/n lied to herself saying she just missed her new friend.

Her fingers touched the cold screen of her phone. ‘Maybe I should call him’, she thought and quickly desisted. She returned to the book, leaving the glass on the coffee table.

Less than five minutes after, Y/n grabbed her phone, unlocked it, tapped away and buried the thing under the cushion she was sitting on.

Y/n: Hey, I finished the book. x

The book was open in front of her eyes. She really tried to read the next sentence, although she ended up reading it fifteen times without recalling what she just read. ‘Why I do this to myself?’, she thought.

The couch vibrated under her. Y/n quickly lifted ass from her place, grabbing her phone in the process.

Matty 🎸: I can’t wait to hear your thoughts. x

‘That’s all?’

Y/n felt disappointed until minutes later another text popped.

Matty 🎸 : maybe I can pick it up from your place?

Her eyes widening one size, staring at his words, when one more text came in.

Matty 🎸: if you’re not busy. There’s no rush. Y/n: I’m not doing anything really.

‘Yeah, totally. He’s going to eat the fake ‘I’m not that interested’ facade. Very clever, Y/n.’, she scolded herself a little.

Matty 🎸: I’ll be there in 15’ x Y/n: okay.

-----------------------------------------------------

Taglist (let me know if you want to be included): @indierockgirrl @x-a-black-winged-dove-x @iregretbeingherewheniwas10 @hswannaknow @thefrontofmymind

#matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x f!reader #matty healy x female!reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfics #matty the 1975 #the intimacy of being understood

100 notes · View notes