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All I Need

Chapter 5

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: Okay so here is chapter 5…I hope you like it, guys!! Tell me what you think..whatever that is!!

Warnings: there’s a +18 part so minors please do not interact!!; swearing; paining; typos.

Word count: 6.2 K!!!!!!!!!!!! (Wtf)

MASTERLIST

Saturday Morning

Gracie: Bitch! Are you awake?

Y/n rolled her eyes at the text popping up on the top of her screen. She had been scrolling through Instagram for almost half an hour. She was enjoying the quiet morning. Amelia was still asleep and thought there was no harm in letting her sleep the morning away.

Either way, she wouldn’t make her way down the stairs, scared that Matty was awake and ready to talk. He had hurt her with his words deeply. So, she wasn’t prepared to speak with him.

During the date with Paul, she felt fine, distracted even. But, as soon as she pulled the main door open, everything went back to the front of her mind. The meanings behind his words, how angry he was at her.

Hypocrite.

Y/n shook her head and focused on replying to Grace’s message.

Y/n: Yes, bitch. What do you want now? 🙄

Gracie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I WANT ALL THE DETAILS!!

Y/n smiled at her excitement.

Gracie: I have some tea to spill too…just for you…

She frowned at the screen, worried about what Gracie would reply with.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Gracie: the rat and I had an interesting chat. I’LL TELL U ONLY WITH THE CONDITION that you tell me everything about Paul.

She giggles at Grace again, calling Matty a rat even though he has repeatedly told her to cut it out, claiming it's no longer funny.

A chat? What on earth could they talk about?

Y/n thought, unable to imagine them speaking to each other in a passive-aggressive manner when she wasn’t there to buffer.

Y/n: Fineee. I’m still in bed. Come here.

Gracie: Yay!

Y/n: Grace?

Gracie: yeah?

Y/n: Try really hard….and I mean it…not to make a single sound. I can’t face Matty just yet.

Gracie: ydm?

Y/n: I’ll explain it to you, just don’t fuck it.

Gracie: okay 👀👀

Y/n was holding her breath, waiting for her friend to fuck up everything. That she would wake Matty and Amelia in the process. She closed her eyes, almost as a prayer.

Grace appeared at her door, opening and closing it in a heartbeat. She manoeuvred around on her tiptoes, making her way to Y/n's bed until they were both situated on the hardboard of the queen size bed. Y/n left her phone on her bedside table.

“So…” Grace trailed off, tilting her head.

“It was good…nice.” Y/n felt tired, although the day had barely begun.

Grace visibly cringed at her answer. “That bad?”

“No, no…he was pleasant, sweet, wonderful, really. He brought me flowers.” Grace was holding into every detail as if her life depended on it. “I forgot them in his-”

“Did he kiss you, or did you kiss him?” Grace shouted. As a result, gaining a big and exaggerated shush from Y/n.

“Shut up, you idiot!” Y/n silently shouted at her.

“Sorry, sorry…go on.” Grace whispered before covering her mouth with her hands. She was an adult with a soul of a child.

“We did not kiss.” Y/n shared with her best friend, making sure to accentuate every syllable.

She leaned all her weight on the bed, whining like a little girl.

“Why?” Her best friend asked, sounding puzzled.

“I don’t know, Grace. He walked me to the door, and I thought he was going to…then he didn’t. He just kissed my cheek.” Y/n admitted to herself that she was in fact slightly disappointed.

“Lame.” Grace stated, making Y/n screamed with laughter.

“It was hot in the moment, not going to lie.” she admitted,

“And dinner?” Grace cheered up with excitement again.

Y/n tried to hide her small smirk as she played with the thread sticking out from the bedsheets. “It was nice.”

“Shit.” Grace gasped.

“What?” Y/n questioned and immediately pulled her attention to Grace’s face.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Y/n was just confused, “Nothing?”

“Y/n…”

Y/n shoulders shrugged, feeling conflicted. “I don’t know, okay? He’s handsome, thoughtful…Truly a Prince Charming”

“Not you quoting the rat’s words.” Grace rolled her eyes at Y/n’s exact words that Matty said Friday night.

“Come on, he does look like Prince Charming. Admit it!” Y/n encourage Grace smiling wide.

Grace stopped for a minute to really think about it. She wasn’t really interested in that debate. Grace felt the need to go one step further. “Image I…hypothetically..say, I agree. Don’t you want prince charming?”

Which tool Y/n by surprise. “I don’t know…” her momentary happiness washing away.

Grace felt bad, and proceed to light the mood. “No, right…you want Ratty Healy.” Y/n bursted into a fit of laughter. When her friend calmed down, she picked up the conversation. “Are you going to see Paul again?”

“He implied it yesterday. After the date, he texted me about the flowers.” Y/n felt the impulse to take her phone, just to distract her mind for a minute at least.

“Nice ones?” Grace was a big nerd for flowers. Y/n secretly found that adorable.

“Expensive ones.” she bobbed her head, answering the question silently as well.

“Colour?”

Many years around Grace’s hobby gave Y/n enough knowledge about a big variety of flowers; including the little fact that consciously or subconsciously people send messages with them. Yellow was not attached to love or romantic. It was a difficult colour, even though people tend to think it was cheerful and nice, when they weren’t entirely.

“Don’t start.” Y/n warned her. Gaining some time because she knew Grace was going to know about the colour even faster than her.

“Girl, messages are all around!” Grace clicked in the air with her fingers, insisting on her statement. “Colour?” She repeated.

“Yellow.” Y/n said focused on Grace’s side profile. She saw the crinkle in her eyes as recognition reached Grace’s head. Not good.

Grace tried hard not to express her thoughts because she did want her cousin and friend to continue going out “Mhm…”

“What?” Y/n faked not knowing.

“Not going to say it!” Grace lifted her arms in defence.

“Fine, I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

The silence came between them. Y/n’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about Matty and Grace's conversation. She didn’t want to ask.

“Come on. I know you’re dying to know…” Grace exposed her, annoyed. Sometimes her best friend can read her mind, as if they share a part of it.

“No.” Y/n desisted.

Grace decided to enjoy teasing her a little. At the end, she was going to crack and tell Y/n everything, although she still wanted to have fun with it. “Okay.”

“You’re so annoying!” Y/n brook her composure.

Grace mocked her for it. “So annoying that I have the information you’re dying to know.”

Silence.

Grace had been thinking about Matty’s sayings more than she wanted to accept. It was easy to hate the rat without knowing his side of the story. Even after talking, Grace was sure he didn’t give her the full version, although he indeed shared a part with Y/n’s friend the night before. “He mopped all night about your fight.” let out finally.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s the tea?” Grace snorted, she wasn’t buying it.

“Part of…”

“Sure.”

‘She’s so obvious’, Grace thought rolling her eyes inside her head.

“Drop it…” Grace warned Y/n. “I was pointing out for him how shit he looked.” as her friend started sharing, Y/n rolled her eyes. “I knew he was thinking about you guys fighting. I told him he was being unfair to you-”

Fucking hell. “Grace!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Grace turned around, shrinking her shoulders as a physical defence.

Y/n’s mind raced, with thoughts. “Oh my god!”

“He tried to make me believe he hasn’t fucked anyone since you guys conceived Amelia.” Y/n hide her face behind her hands at the mere image of Matty’s reaction to that. She did want to murder -metaphorically- Grace. “I told him we were on the internet. Saw the videos and pictures.” Y/n threw the blanket around her head. “No, no…he was focused on you saying anything about those.”

“Did you just threw me under the bus , huh?” Y/n voiced came muffled by the piece of fabric.

“Never” Crossed her heart as they did back in primary school. She continued, “Then he was all about Paul.”

Y/n spied from her hiding spot. “Saying what exactly?” she inquired, fearing the answer with her heart beating fast inside her chest.

“If I thought Paul was suitable for you…”

Y/n interrupted her quick, sitting down fully. “And you said?”

“I told him my opinion.” Grace hesitated as she did the night before with Matty. She was the most transparent person in the world. Y/n tremble a little.

“Which was?”

“Yes, he’s suitable for her.” Grace repeat her answer with the same tone she would say the shopping list, without any bit of conviction or emotion. Matty wasn’t an imbecile.

Y/n knew Matty enough to accurately state, “He didn’t believe you.”

Grace contradict her beliefs, “Course not. He’s an idiotic!” Y/n snorted. “You know what? He was acting so strange, Y/n. I can’t say what it was, but I have never seen him like…that.” She talked with every bit of intensity, her previous answers hadn’t had.

Grace couldn’t believe she was feeling sorry for Matty. She was in fact feeling compassion for him.

“In what sense?” Y/n chewed her lips, anxiously.

Grace weight her ideas for a moment. “He was troubled.”

“Mhm…” Y/n was out of answers. Her mind was spiralling around Matty, Paul, and the mess she let herself into.

“We ended the chat with him saying that he wanted you happy…and I said, then let her be.” Grace confessed.

Y/n felt a wave of sadness and regret washing over her body. She was still mad with him, although his confession to Grace warmed her heart, breaking the wrath. “I had to wake him up when I came back from the date. He was plastered on the couch, downstairs. He tried to talk about the fight. I ran upstairs.” Y/n cringed.

“Very mature!” Grace tried to joke. Watching Y/n troubled was a sight she tried really hard not to witness it, if she could do something to prevent it.

Y/n rubbed her face with annoyance. “I know. I just couldn’t do it last nigh…heck, I don’t want to face him now.”

Grace hugged her, trying to show her support.

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Sunday

Matty walked, with Amelia in his arms, around the park near the family house. Spring was coming and Amelia was clearly excited about the flowers blooming. She pointed out everywhere, bubbling things Matty pretended to understand.

He kissed the top of her head. His baby was getting so big, the thought excited and terrified the singer equally. Matty tried not to think about it and enjoy the daughter and daddy time.

When they were making their way back, because it was almost Amelia’s nap time, Matty spotted a new shop. A flower shop. An idea popped into his head.

Y/n had been avoiding him. When Grace left the night before, he tried to push her to speak with him. In fact, he was aware that Grace was still around because Y/n used her as a shield. Matty let her.

He wanted to have the conversation without forcing her. Also, he knew he deserved the cold shoulder treatment. On Friday night, after his walk of shame, he stayed in bed regretting his choice of words. Matty tried to put himself in Y/n’s shoes, understanding how way out of place his infant accusations were.

Amelia clapped loud when they approached the shop, took his dad out of daydreaming.

A lot of buckets were outside, decorating the front. Fresh flowers. Matty let her come down. Amelia stumbled a little as she approached the containers.

“Oh, oh…” she exclaimed excited.

Matty saw her sniff using all the muscles on her little face. He couldn’t retain his smile, and the urge to capture his little girl being cute.

“Should we bring mommy a bunch?” he asked, keeping his phone in the pocket of his trousers. She looked up at her father with wide brown eyes.

‘Same sweet ones as Y/n.’, Matty though.

“Let’s go then!” He took the baby up, entering the big shop.

After a short -still- nice conversation with the old lady running the place, he opted for a bouquet of white gardenias. The woman smiled at his choice, Matty brushed it off as nothing.

Once again on the way home, Matty instructed Amelia to hold them while they walk. “I think mommy’s gonna like them” he said excitedly.

Amelia chuckled, looking only at the pretty flowers glutted to her face. “Mmm” she exclaimed as an answer. Matty laughed again at her silliness. She was still really little in age, although her personality was growing faster.

He never brought flowers for Y/n, the thought came out of nowhere. Matty didn’t know why. That day though, it was like an offer’s peace, a plea to be back to just be friends again. At least friends.

Y/n was a massive part of Matty’s life; she was the reason Amelia was at that moment inside his arms, he was grateful to the universe for crossing their paths. He regretted every word he said, once more, and he acknowledged, the worst part was hurting her. He wanted to make peace, not war.

Matty struggled to open the door, his hands always full when he needed to unlock it. Nevertheless, he managed to succeed before Amelia started calling Y/n.

“Mommy, mommy!” she shouted repeatedly, startling Matty.

Why toddlers liked to repeat things so many times?, he wondered. Trying to keep his heart rating low and his mind distracted, failing miserably.

Amelia wiggled inside his arms. She was getting more active every day and something it was hard to keep up with her. Matty left her on the floor again. Finally secure on her feet, she ran away leaving him behind.

“Amelia, be careful, baby!” he followed his child with fear she might fall and get hurt.

“Where is my buba?” Y/n exclaimed from the kitchen table.

Amelia cried with excitement. “Mommy, mommy!”

“Hi, sweet cheeks!” Y/n said once her eyes fell on her daughter. “Whatcha have there?” Y/n smiled wide, coming to her height. Amelia tried to explain in her little incomprehensible language, extending the bouquet.

“We thought it was a nice gift.” Matty made himself known. Y/n looked up while she held Amelia with one arm, and her hand reached for the flowers.

“Yeah?” Y/n was out of words. Matty looked especially sweet and cuddly; while the flowers brought tears to her eyes. “That’s really thoughtful from you two.” she said directly to Amelia, kissing her cheeks.

Y/n couldn’t look at Matty.

“It took us a minute because a little lady…” Matty sat down on the kitchen floor in front of them, tickling Amelia, making her cackled loud. “Wanted to smell every single bunch.” Matty shared with Y/n, making her smile.

“Did you take a picture of her?” Y/n looked at him for the first time in days. Her heart warm looking at the hazel brown orbs.

“One? I took a thousand!” they laughed together.

Y/n acknowledged Amelia’s excitement dropping, she started to rub her little eye. “Well, I’m going to get a base for this…and you, my little dove…” Y/n blew a raspberry on Amelia’s cheek without getting a big reaction. “Have to go and have your nap, or you’re going to get grumpy.”

“Come on!” Matty extended his arms and Amelia didn’t hesitate.

The grown-ups stood up. Matty turned around, directing himself and the girl on his arms towards the hall. Meanwhile, Y/n started to open the cupboards.

Matty stopped, still cradling Amelia. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” she went to the hall, making herself visible for him.

“What about we sit outside while this one naps?” Matty offered, hoping for Y/n’s answer.

“Okay” she was well aware of his intentions. She knew they had to talk. “Do you want coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, please. I’ll be right back.”

Without more interactions, Matty rushed up and Y/n tried to keep herself calm while searching for something to put the white flowers in.

White gardenias.

Y/n wondered if he knew the meaning behind them.

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Matty found the kitchen area empty. The sliding door was open just a crack to informed him that someone had gone outside.

He opened it enough so his body could go through. Y/n was seated on the back patio, on the long couch outside. Two mugs were steaming on the table.

Matty admired her for a minute. Y/n was deep in thought, her phone beside the brewings.

“It’s really nice today.” Matty cut the silence while he approached her.

“Yeah…” she admitted, feeling the couch sinking under Matty’s weight. Y/n didn’t turn to look at him. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she felt he was close.

Matty ran a hand through his curls. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, really.” her sight still lingering on the view between the side of their's house and the neighbour's house. The sun was peaking throw, touching her face in a warm caress.

“Mhm…Y/n?” he asked so low that if they weren’t sitting as close as they were, she would have not heard him.

“Matty?” she replied with the same tone. Her heart biting like the gallop of a horse inside her rib cage. Y/n feared he might listen.

Matty played with his curls, anxiously. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any word the other night.” She kept her silence. Waiting. She wanted him to continue. “I was sleep-deprived and so stressed. Someone is suing us- it doesn’t matter, but was angry and tired, and I took it all on you.” he admitted. “It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair…it’s such a cliché, you’re truly the best mother. I mean it. Amelia, and I, are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

“You really hurt me, Matt.” Y/n dared to look at his sad eyes—the bags under his light brown eyes shaped in a dark colour. She wanted to soothe them somehow.

Matty scratched the back of his head. “I know. I’m a moron.” She laughed.

“You’re not!” Y/n contradicted him.

“I am! You’re just sweet...” his voice sounding warmer. Y/n looked directed to his orbs. He was so pretty.

She shook her head, tore her sight from his face. “Shut up.” Y/n blushed, repeating the words inside her mind. Trying to get rid of second meanings behind them.

They fell into a comfortable silence. Letting the sun bathe them while both enjoyed the company of one another.

“Matty-” Y/n was the first one to break the silence.

He appreciated her factions. “Yeah?”

Y/n’s heart prevailed over her rational brain. “Your outburst was only because you were angry about work?” She dread herself for asking him exactly that.

Matty was taken aback by her innocent question.

The singer hesitate. He could just say the truth and everything would change. There lies the problem. Everything could change for the worst. Matty’s frighten brain took over, answering. “Yes. Work is taking a toll on me.”

Y/n scolded herself for even think about the possibility of him having second intentions. She didn’t learn.

“How was your date?” Matty tried to redirect the conversation after a pause.

Y/n review the conversation she had with Grace. The answers were still the same as yesterday. “Nice.”

“That bad?” he turned his body towards her, placing his arms behind Y/n’s head. She didn’t flinch.

“Why do you and Grace say that?” Y/n whined, staring at him again. They were closer than before, she noticed.

Matty laughed out loud. “Because we’re friends now..” he wiggled his eyes.

“Yeah, I heard.”

“That little snitch!” he faked being angry. He knew Grace was going to talk with Y/n about their's conversation. “So, Prince Charming…”

“I’m not doing this with you, Matty.” Y/n moved forward, closer to the edge of the couch, ready to stand up.

Matty was quick answering, keeping her in place. “Why not?” he frowned. Y/n loved when he did that, it wasn’t the nicest expression, although she did love it on him. Matty looked cute all puzzled.

“We don’t talk about this stuff. I’m okay with that, and I’m not complaining.” she raised her hands.

“We should…” he thought out loud. Matty wanted her hearing the truth from him, not from some shitty website.

“What? No…I prefer not to know.” she folded her arms, resting her back once again on the cushion.

Matty took a strand of her hair, getting distracted with it. Y/n’s body shivered with the action. “You just want to find out through Instagram?” Matty hummed.

“She’s such a big mouth.” Y/n shrunk in her place, making her hair fall all over her face. Matty changed his attention to the front of her head, moving strands of hair out of the way. She was blushing.

“Really, Y/n…I don’t mind telling you.” He did mind. Matty was desperate to tell her everything, at the same time his mind was constantly repeating how dangerous this whole conversation was.

Little did Matty knew how much against Y/n was to the mere thought of him talking about fucking other girls. Her heart was hurting, her legs aching to run away somewhere safe -for example, her room-. “I do not want to know, Matty.”

“Why? I’m looking forward to learn about Prince Charming's tools of seduction.” Matty allowed himself to touch her chin, directing her attention to his face once more. His intention was to make it funny, but the proximity of their faces and the feather touch make it sound everything far from comical.

“You’re impossible.” Sat back up, tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head. Matty let his hand touch the side of her clothed leg.

She needed to focus on anything than Matty. Her cheeks were on fire, making it complicated for her. Y/n felt him everywhere.

“Come on…Why don’t you wanna know? If I’m honest, tabloids make it look twenty times bigger than it really is.”

Y/n was intrigued, she couldn’t deny it. “Really?”

“See? You want to know!” Matty teased her.

“Nah”

“What about you tell me about Pri- Sorry, Paul…and then, I’ll tell you my stuff.” Matty offered as if they were in a commercial transaction.

“Matt-” Y/n was running out of excuses, Matty did notice.

He almost facepalmed himself while saying, “Come on. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Y/n took noticed of every fraction of his face. The freckles she remembered to kiss, specially during the mornings when they were acting sweet on bed. His stubble making an appearance. She wanted to run her hand, feeling the rough scratch of it against the skin of her hand. Not a single part make her believe he was being insincere. “Yeah…”

“Okay, Paul” Matty rubbed his hands as a fly would do. He never failed to make her laugh.

“Why me first?” she whined.

“Because I say so…” the ego of this man, she thought.

Y/n muttered. “Rat”

“Yes, darlin’?” Matty joked, resting his head on the palm of his hands.

Y/n blanked her eyes, starting with almost the same tale she told Grace. “He took me to a fancy restaurant…”

“You hate that.” Matty complained, pushing his body forward.

Y/n wasn’t the biggest fan of fancy restaurants. Plenty of conversations about it gave that knowledge to Matty. Y/n wasn’t going to let him know he was in fact right. “I don’t! It was really nice.”

Matty analysed her eyes. “Liar.” he stated, without a shadow of doubt.

“I’m not lying, Matty!” Y/n made an effort to sound convinced enough.

Matty never let go of the eye contact. “You dread the experience. Being there sitting still, talking about mundane stuff and eating tiny pieces of food.” the lead singer stated every piece of evidence. Again, he was right and both of them know it deep down.

“It was nice, okay?” Y/n tried to settle down the discussion.

“Fine” he blanked his eyes. “What else?”

“He brought me flowers” Matty frozen, although she didn’t let him have the time to think about the coincidences. Y/n continued, “Forgot them inside his car-” Matty started laughing hard, until his head fell forward into Y/n’s lap. He pressed his forehead on her leg.

“What are you laughing about, idiot?” she chuckled without being able to contain it. Matty turned his head around on her lap, looking up, while his body rested on the couch. “You broke his heart with that, love!” he was smiling, victorious.

Y/n looked away. “I didn’t. He said he’s going to bring them next time we see each other” she explained and Matty ignored it.

“Tell him no, you already have a nice bouquet from Amelia” he wanted her attention far from Paul.

“And you…” Y/n remind him, making Matty’s heart grew a size.

He agreed, still smiling wide.“And me.”

Y/n started to play with his curls because the anxiety inside her pushed her to place her hands somewhere. They always felt softer than they looked. “It was a nice bouquet.” she admitted.

“You’re welcome.” Y/n pulled his hair. “Auch. Okay, colour?” Matty couldn’t focus on anything rather her face close.

Y/n felt like it was the thousand time she rolled her eyes.“You and Grace, I swear…yellow.”

She wondered for the second time that evening if Matty knew anything about flowers. “Not very prince charming from him, if I'm honest…” she tugged his curls again, leaving her doubts behind. “Y/n!”

“Stop calling him that then!”

She didn’t really care about him calling Paul that, even she used it with Grace. It was fun to mess with him, at least a little, after all the teasing he putted her under.

“Never. Did Prince Charming- “ Y/n pulled a face that made him chuckled. “Kissed you?” Matty asked as if he didn’t fear the answer. The air was dense. He tried to control his breathing, faking being okay with his own question. Y/n stopped running her hands through his curls, even though she kept it there.

“What if he did?”

“Nothing.” he said quickly. Way too fast for his own liking.

“He didn’t kiss me.” Y/n admitted after what felt like an eternity for him.

He didn’t have more words, just the horrible image inside his brain of Y/n’s face and Paul’s close. “Mhm” Matty hummed, content with the new information.

“What?”

His eyes were still closed when he wondered. “Were you waiting for him to do it?”

His heart marching to the rhythm of hope.

“I’m not sure” Y/n told him, sincere.

“Mhm”

“Stop with the mhm’s!” She let her hand keep playing with his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Sorry. Well, my turn.” Matty cheered a little, opening his eyes, without moving from his current placing.

This was his opportunity to let out a big part of what he wanted her to know. But Y/n didn’t think the same as him. For her, he was going to rip her heart out.

“You don’t have-”

Matty started rumbling without hearing her. “I haven’t been on a date in…let me think.” he lifted his fingers in front of his face, counting. “Amelia was born in- We found out you were pregnant at week eight…” he was really thinking about it. “When was the last time we had a date?” he startled her with the question. The light coming from the side made his eyes look lighter and softer.

“Never?” Y/n half answered, half asked.

“We had dates!” Matty searched inside her eyes.

“You never brought me flowers or booked a dinner” Y/n stated denying his affirmation.

“Because you hate that!” He wasn’t entirely right. She loved the bouquet Amelia and him brought home for her.

“I don’t…hate it, entirely…”

Matty tried to recall some occasion that could pass as a date. “What about movie nights? The nights at the studio? We went to the cinema to watch Louis’ movie!” he went to move his fingers on the air again.

“Really, do you want me to remind you the real purpose behind them?” Y/n smooth the lines of his forehead. Matty wanted to moan to the touch and the memories rushing through his head.

“Please do” he exclaimed, suggestively.

Y/n cheeks turning red. “Shut up!”

“Well, yeah, I haven't had a date in more than three years…” Matty continued.

Y/n really felt he was lying, or minimising the truth, “I don’t believe it!”

“You let Grace influence you too much!”

“I don’t!”

“Anyway…I’ve been with a bunch of girls. I don’t remember them.” Matty admitted with shame painting his features. He knew he could speak with freedom, although the thought of Y/n thinking less of him made him regret saying his thoughts out loud. Even when he was sure Y/n wasn’t prejudice.

“How come you don’t?” Y/n was truly puzzled.

Matty scratched the space between his eyebrows, blocking his eyes from hers. “It was more about necessities….I wasn’t fully present…I stated how much I wasn’t into pursuing a formal..type of- A relationship” He started to sweat under her weight of his words.

“How ‘gone’ are we talking about?” Y/n quoted raising her fingers up.

Matty played with his hair, frustrated and embarrassed. “Very drunk most times. I believe I remember a few, can’t really tell.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she can or should say. “That’s horrible, Matt. You should take some girl on a proper date…” she pinched his cheek.

“Oh, now you are giving me dating advices?” Matty lifted himself, leaving the warmth of her lap. He was inches away from her face.

“Nah. Take it as advice from a…friend” Y/n brushed him off, without moving a muscle.

“Mhm, a friend” Matty hesitates, looking directly at her lips. Y/n’s breathing stopped, acknowledging the direction of his eyes.

The baby call broke the bubble. Y/n excused herself, running upstairs to get Amelia. Matty let his head fall on the couch under him, face down. He groaned.

Friends?

He shook his head, lifting himself up.

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Amelia was giggling loud when Y/n entered the house after a quick visit to the shops. The sound brought a smile to her face.

“Forty, forty-one…” Matt was counting out loud. Amelia never stopped laughing.

Y/n made her way into the living room after leaving the groceries in the kitchen. Matty was crunched up, while Amelia cackled under Matty’s toned body. He let himself down, without pushing his weight into the baby. He kissed his cheeks and come up again. “Forty two.”

“What are you two doing?” Y/n asked, amused, from the frame door.

Matty looked back at her, without breaking his form. The muscles on his arms moving due to the force. His curls sticking to his forehead a little. “Working out.”

“I see.”

“Mommy!” Amelia slipped away, moving between Matty’s arms, letting him come down and rest. Mel took Y/n’s hand and pushed her close to the floor.

“What?” the girl pushed again, letting her know to come to her level. Amelia let her mother hand go and went to stand beside Matty. Both parents looked at her, prompted down messily. She made her way into her back again and shout.

“Daddyyy…” she was making grabby hands.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.” Amelia said in the cutest tone.

“She’s just obsessed with this.” Matty let Y/n know this piece of information.

He succumbed to Amelia's wishes once more. Y/n took her phone out, recording the game. She was going to miss Amelia's cute and pitchy laugh when she grows older.

After a couple of fake counting, Amelia called her mother once more. She urged her to lay like her, and Y/n couldn’t say no to her baby. Matty and Y/n knew they spoiled the child a lot, although it was hard to say no to her happiness.

Amelia disappeared from under Matty’s body and pushed Y/n’s shoulders down. “Daddy.” she said.

Y/n looked directly at Matty, who was focused on his daughter. It wasn’t too hard to add two and two. Amelia want everybody involved in the game. She was way too innocent to know the tension forming between mom and dad.

“What?” Matty asked her, knelt down in front of her. Amelia didn’t hesitate to take his hand and try to drag him closer to Y/n.

Matty looked at Amelia’s mother, waiting for her response. “Just do one or two, she’s not going to stop until you-”

“Okay.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

Matty rested his hands on both sides of Y/n’s shoulders. This wasn’t a strange position for the couple; even when they haven’t done it in a long time and after the evening they spend hours before. Matty took a big breath. He was tired at this point of the game, and being this close to Y/n was making him dizzy.

“Daddy!” Amelia’s voice brought him back again.

He plopped down, resting his lips slowly onto her cheek. Y/n closed her eyes for a second.

She was feeling every part of him close. Y/n realized how much she had missed it. A wave of heat washed over her body. Matty made his way up again, Y/n opened her eyes, looking at him.

They were playing with fire.

“One.” he breathless said.

Suddenly he was back down again, this time the tip of his nose was on her neck, inhaling her essence. Amelia’s clapping brook the bubble their parent were into. She was done with not being the centre of daddy’s attention.

Matty moved away with hesitation, Y/n cleansed her throat and made a lame excuse to exit the room. Before going, she kissed Amelia to not got her upset.

Matty looked at his daughter. “You little nymph.” he hugged her.

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His eyes were closed, the light was out. Matty heard the cracking of the door opening slowly. He froze on his place, in the middle of the big bed that occupied most of his bedroom.

“Matty, are you sleep?” Y/n asked from the proximity of the door. Matty cracked an eye open, wincing at the light of the hall. Her frame was dark in contrast with the white light.

“No,,” sleep was a rear thing for him those days. “Everything alright?” He asked.

She didn’t respond. Matty watched her turn the hall’s light off and close the door.

Soon the mattress was sinking under her weight. Matty felt nervous like never before. He was almost naked, usually he slept like that. Leaving clothes at his reach just for any emergency.

Matty propped up, helping himself by the support of his arms. The sheets revealing his chest even when everything was dark. “Y/n?” he hesitates.

Y/s placed her hand in the middle of his chest. She was barely touching him, even though her body radiated warmth.

Y/n pushed. Matty fell again in his mattress. Slowly but surely, she let her head fall into his chest. He sighted loudly. It’s been so long since she was inside his bed, in his bedroom. Almost, skin with skin.

Y/n traced patterns on his chest. Matty held a moan. It’s been so long since she touched him like that.

He sensed her move around, instantly missing the feeling of her resting on top of his body.

Y/n left a trail of kisses from the middle of his chest, until she reached the ‘we are kings tattoo’. Matty whined without caring, he wanted to enjoy every minute and second of it.

“Y/n…” he meant to warned her, to ask her but her name came as a moan dropping from his lips. Sweeter than ever before.

Y/n moved even further down, hooking her fingers on the elastic of his underwear. His heart beating inside his ribcage, expecting the next action.

Matty in a reflex move grabbed the back of her head. “Tell me how much you want it, Matty.” the lights coming from outside illuminated her factions. Y/s smirked wide, playing with the fabric. Matty’s cock twitching under it.

Matty propped up from his bed. His breathing and his heart faster than normal. He ran both of his hands through his wet hair, messing them even more.

He closed his eyes tight.

The image of Y/n about to suck his dick so vividly in his mind.

He tried to think about anything else, whatever helped to avoid the dream from returning.

Who was he trying to convince?

Matty played the scene again. Making his right hand came in contact, over the fabric of his boxer, with his hard dick. He winced to the touch, picturing it was hers.

If he was a better person, he would stop. Matty knew it was wrong, but it felt right. Amazing, mind-blowing.

Like so many times during the past two years, he pleasured himself at the thought of the woman he was in love with.

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cinnamonspicewritingroom · 1 year ago

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More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description:

A hardcore Bridgerton fan, Davika bit the dust in 2021 during a wild protest against Thailand's king on the way home. But instead of the pearly gates, she woke up in the 19th century, suddenly the offspring of Siam's 2nd king and some British lady of mystery descent. Armed with her modern know-how, her main goal is to stack up that cash and upgrade Siam for some chill vibes to avoid being sold off in some arranged marriage mess. But who knew she'd find herself smack in the middle of her beloved Bridgerton drama series? Talk about a plot twist! How's she gonna handle this? Amelia better watch out not to change the story—or is it too late?

Meanwhile, the Brits are buzzing about their new royal guest just in time for the 1813 debutante ball. Princess Amelia of Siam has rolled in as the fresh Ambassador of Siam. With Daphne and Prince Friedrich's courtship hitting the skids, nobody expected him to stick around London, but Friedrich's not one to skedaddle with his tail between his legs. Homeboy's on a mission to snag a wifey and he's not backing down. Friedrich's never been one to back down, but when it comes to Amelia, he's all cold feet. Folks say Amelia's a brainiac, but love? That's a whole different ball game. Those butterflies in her stomach? Yeah, she ain’t got a clue what to do with 'em.

Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 2. Princes and a Princess

Calm down, Davika—No, Apsara. Davika is dead; now she is Somdet Chao Fa Apsara Chaiya Kanika, and she fought for her title. Breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth. You learned this in your overpriced yoga class before you bit the dust and got transported into the middle of the fucking Bridgerton series.

Focus on the present—right now she is having tea with Golda Rosheuvel—Queen Charlotte, the lineup of princes who are yet to marry, and the current Prince Regent, Prince George IV.

“Lady Amelia, I heard that you are a driving force in the Siamese court,” Prince George IV looked at the Siamese Ambassador. He did not know what he expected, but not a petite-looking teenager; she is not even a woman yet. To believe that she has been advising the Crown Prince and King in the Siamese court was truthfully hard.

“Surely you jest, your highness. I am not much of a driving force as you implied. My achievements are minuscule compared to the King and Crown Prince. I merely stated my opinions on several topics. They are generous enough to listen to my chatter,” Amelia politely responded.

“Starting very young, at the age of 13 years old, I heard you had helped the Crown Prince, Prince Rama III, to establish education for girls by creating a law in which every citizen, man or woman alike, had the fundamental rights to education.” Several of the princes chatted with one another; one of them stated how women's education is useless and how their position is to stay at home with the children. Girl—wait till you hear about the 21st century; women can vote and work.

“And pray tell, why did you think education for women is useless, Prince Frederick?” This put the spotlight on Prince Frederick, who was talking to Prince Augustus. The Queen eyed him sharply; Frederick knew he had to thread this carefully, especially since he was in the presence of the Ambassador of Siam; they could potentially pull all rights for trading and business in their land. They cannot afford that right now, not while they are still at war with Napoleon.

“I think women are gentle creatures who need to be loved. Rather than dealing with harsh politics and boring numbers, they should be surrounded by beautiful things. Music, poetry, paintings. Do you not agree, Lady Amelia?” He looked so proud of his words; Amelia wanted to gag at his face, but instead she chuckled and slightly shook her head.

“May I ask you a question?” Still glowing in pride, he only answered with a gesture, which probably meant ‘go ahead.’ “When you were still a child, which parent did you see more? Your father or your mother?” Several of the princes glanced at their mother, including Prince Frederick. The Queen gestured to him to answer Amelia’s question.

“As my father was busy with work, naturally I saw my mother more than him.” Amelia nodded. “And which parent oversees your education? The one who consulted with the governor, asked you about your progress?” Prince Frederick paused before answering, “My mother, of course. Is it not natural that children will spend more time with their mother? After all, fathers are usually busy and away often.” Amelia smiled subtly.

“Absolutely, mothers are the ones who spend more time with their children compared to their father—” “And as they are at home, why would women burden themselves with education? They should focus on raising the children and make sure they are raised properly.” Amelia stared at the prince for several seconds before she picked up her tea to take a sip.

“Queen Charlotte,” Amelia changed her tactics and turned towards the Queen, who was staring at her with interest. “I heard you were originally from Germany?” The Queen blinked and frowned a bit; she was a bit disappointed that the Siamese Ambassador backed down from the debate against her son. Maybe she is not as brilliant as rumoured.

“Why, yes, I came from the Duchy of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, located in Northern Germany. You should come visit; it is a very beautiful place.” Smiling, The Queen had a look of longing and pride for her country. Amelia nodded. “I will inform the King; maybe he will consider visiting Northern Germany for his annual honeymoon destination.” The Queen nodded with a smile and proceeded to pick up her tea. She was quite pleased with that answer.

“Your Majesty, I am quite curious about the subject of education for European noblewomen. If education is limited to males, what subjects are allowed for noblewomen to learn?” So Lady Amelia did not back down; the Queen smiled behind her cup.

“Noblewomen are taught how to read and write; they learn about cultures, music, art, and literature. However, as the Queen of England, I need to understand the history of the country and calculations.” How will the Ambassador answer her son after she gives her ammunition?

“If you don’t mind me asking, how does your education experience help you manoeuvre your children’s education? Such as, have you ever consulted subjects you deemed more necessary for the princesses and princes with their governor and governess?” Out of the corner of her eye, Amelia eyed Prince Frederick. He was still looking as smug as ever with his lukewarm answer.

“Lady Amelia, my children are the future of the country. My job is to make sure they receive the best education possible, so of course I would need to consult with the governor. God knows how many times I consulted them, and even more often for me to help them learn and understand what they were learning about.” The whole time Amelia was looking at Prince Frederick. “And you raised them beautifully, Your Majesty. They could not be like this without you.” Amelia sweetly smiled at the Queen before fully turning around to face Prince Frederick.

“You see, Prince Frederick. We have established that mothers spend more time with their children, more than their father. Mothers are the ones who oversee their children’s education, but more than that, they are also their first educators.” She needed that. The pettiness to emphasise that word.

“If the mother has no solid education, then it is easy for the children’s education to go astray. It was fortunate that you were born royal with a mother who had received proper education in her early years. Your mother was able not only to consult with the governor and governess but also helped with your learning process. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky enough.” Amelia knows she has won the argument with these facts; she just… wanted him to burn a bit more.

“Prince George.” The said Prince perked up. “From what I remembered during the introduction, you are the Prince Regent, correct?” “Yes, you are right.” He confirmed as Amelia gave him a strained smile.

“I must confess, I am never one to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. I don’t know how you run your country, but I know the Siam I envision it to be.” Amelia sighed, her thumb tracing the edge of the saucer.

“We want to establish peace in the country, and we want equality for everyone. That is impossible without having the citizens educated. Women included because women count.” Her light brown eyes met Prince George’s dark ones. He can see it now; this is Lady Amelia, who rose in the Siamese court in a mere three years before starting her role as an Ambassador.

“Because women are a part of our people. The law is not only to give them a chance to do what they want but also to protect the women from getting blamed for their children’s education.” Amelia may sound cocky about this matter. She was aware that this could potentially insult the Queen and the Princes, but since they laid the stage themselves, might as well show them why Siam is not a country to be messed with, why they are a progressive country.

“We need to educate the children and citizens; therefore, they have the ability to process and filter liable information in order to create a strong and united Siam. That is my opinion about why it is necessary to establish the law of education.” As she concluded her discussion, Amelia could see the sour faces of the princes.

Queen Charlotte should be angry at the Ambassador for embarrassing her sons, but Lady Amelia was correct. It was an impressive debate; instead of debating Frederick on what-ifs, Lady Amelia used her, his mother, as an example.

“Now that it’s done, come with me, Lady Amelia. I would love to show you my peacock collection.” Queen Charlotte stood up, followed by Amelia as they exited the room. The princes who were left in the room stared at the two retreating figures before the footman closed the doors.

“What a petty woman. She strung mother along in order to win the argument,” Prince Frederick huffed in distaste as he stared at the closed doors.

“Please, Frederick, you are just angry you lost,” Edward chuckled as he picked up a scone. “I think she is interesting,” he continued while spreading jam before taking a bite of the scone.

“She’s far too young for you, Edward. If you try anything, it will cause a strain in our relationship with Siam,” George said as he picked up two sugar cubes, dropping them into his tea.

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For almost an hour, Queen Charlotte showed Amelia her colourful peacock collection, which is truly fascinating, as Amelia even got the chance to hand-feed one of the birds under the keeper’s watch, despite Queen Charlotte’s hesitation. Queen Charlotte and Amelia discussed many things: their differences in art and cultures, sports played in each country, fashion, even education. The Queen was so fascinated by Amelia’s decree to make it mandatory for girls to also get education that she questioned the education system in Siam. Amelia really likes talking to Queen Charlotte; she is curious and genuinely interested in her opinions and beliefs, which became her drive to make Siam a better country for the people. Yes, the Queen might be a strict person, but she is someone who is.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something, Your Majesty?” Amelia asked as they ventured into the garden. The Queen glanced at the young lady next to her. “Why of course, ask away, my dear.” Amelia braced herself to spit out the question. “Could you please tell me where the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh live currently?” Out of all the questions the Ambassador could have asked, Charlotte never thought it would be that one. “The— Why?” Compared to debating with one of the princes, the Ambassador looked way more scared asking that question.

“I have a letter I need to deliver. It was a personal request from the King.” Queen Charlotte raised a brow. Her brother-in-law and his wife, Abigail of Gloucester nee. Bridgerton, received a letter from the Siamese Royal family? Amelia caught her expression and quickly explained.

“His Majesty, the King… I heard that he was one of the students of the Siam’s Ambassador to London at the time…” Amelia explained slowly. “Perhaps His Majesty has made some sort of relationship with the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh during his time here…” The Queen nodded, acknowledging the possibility.

“Alright, I will make sure the letter will reach the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh. Do you have the letter with you?” Amelia's eyes met the Queen in surprise and nodded her head. “I have it with Lynn, my secretary.” Amelia turned towards Lynn and signalled her to come to her.

“Your Majesty, Milady—” Lynn greeted before continuing with her question. “Anything I could possibly help you with?” Amelia nodded. “Do you bring the letter from His Majesty the King to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh?” Lynn nodded and reached for the handbag she was carrying and took out a leather pouch embossed with the emblem of the Rattanakosin Kingdom.

Amelia grabbed it, and passed it to Queen Charlotte, but was received by her secretary- Brimsley. “Brimsley, quickly send it to Prince William.” Brimsley silently bowed, and exited the room.

“Your Majesty, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity to help me.” Amelia sincerely bowed to the Queen for the help she provided. The Queen merely smiles her way, being sincerely appreciated for her generosity is quite rare these days. The last person who often appreciates her, willing to spend lots of time with her, and someone she genuinely enjoys spending her time with, was her nephew, Princess Felicia of Gloucester, only child and daughter to Prince William Henry and Lady Abigail Bridgerton. Sadly she ran away 23 years ago. The Queen sighed, and focused on the present once more.

“It is alright, dear. However, if you really want to thank me, maybe you can come visit me for tea sometimes.” Amelia gave her a huge smile and nodded. Queen Charlotte was always one of her favourite characters in the Bridgerton series, and despite being a devoted wife and mother, she has quite a tragic background due to the pressure of being a wife, a Queen and a mother.

“Your Majesty, I must thank you for the tour and the delightful afternoon tea. It was refreshingly different from what we have in Siam.” Amelia paused, wondering if she’s allowed to say this. “Queen Charlotte, I must say that I admire you. Not only as a Queen, but also as a mother who is able to raise not only one, but 15 children. I hope your children share the same sentiments.” Amelia gave her a sincere smile and curtsy before walking out.

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Edited: 02/04/2024

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IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

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mastcrmiind · 10 months ago

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here is my valentines event plotting / starter call. i haven't decided if i'm dropping my pre-event threads yet, i may try keep them in my drafts for afterwards, though i will definitely be continuing anything majorly plot heavy. i'm taking from marios idea & offering 2 in fandom starters, and 2 out of fandom starters per muse. this also doesn't apply if our muses are each others dates, they will go separate as well. also here is a link to my currently unfinished outfits !! like & I'll dm you, or reply with any starter requests !!

albus dumbledore - going it alone

Albus just wants to have a nice night out, and look at all the exhibits at the museum. If anybody asks him to dance he might say yes?