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parkerslatte · 3 years ago

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Years Passed [Chapter Four]

Spencer reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Summary: Y/N spends time with Harper on her birthday and the day after her and Spencer enjoy a cosy evening in.

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CHAPTER FOUR: GENTLE CONVERSATIONS

The following weeks were less lonely for Y/N. Whenever Harper was at school, Y/N was either painting or meeting Spencer in the same coffee shop where they had their first meeting. Whenever the two conversed, it felt as if they were in their early twenties again, everything was just natural. Even when it was the anniversary of Owen’s death, Spencer helped her through it. He knew that Y/N would be alone so he invited her to go out for coffee. Although Y/N decided to spend the day with her parents when Harper was at school, she appreciated Spencer’s gesture immensely.

By the time Harper’s birthday rolled around, Y/N was feeling a lot better. With the help of Spencer and her family, she managed to get through the anniversary of Owens’ death without a single tear shed. Y/N was extremely grateful for this, never did she want to be down on Harper’s birthday and luckily this year she never had to force a smile once.

When Harper ran into Y/N’s room the morning of her birthday, she was greeted to the sight of an empty bed causing a frown to appear on the young girl’s face.

“Mum?” She yelled out.

“Come to the living room sweetheart.” Y/N called out.

Harper immediately left Y/N’s room and ran to the living room. A smile stretched across the young girl’s face at the sight.

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone chorused.

Y/N was standing at the front of the group with a wide smile on her face. Harper ran over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her torso. Leaning her head down, Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of Harper’s head.

“Happy birthday sweet girl,” Y/N mumbled just so Harper could hear it, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harper muttered back, breaking away from the hug so she could give hugs to everyone else in the room.

As the day progressed and Harper began opening all of her birthday presents, they mainly consisted of different art supplies from her family members, knowing that the little girl had already began to follow in her mothers footsteps. As Y/N watched her daughter opening all of her presents she only wished that one person could be there.

Despite Y/N moving on from Owen a few years ago, she still longed for him to be there for Harper’s birthday. Y/N remembered when Owen didn’t come back from the hospital the night he died. Y/N remembered the constant screaming when Harper must’ve realised that her father wasn’t coming back. She was still incredibly young and didn’t understand much but she was still smart enough to know that her dad was no longer around.

“Y/N!” Her mother said, snapping her out of her daydream.

“What?” Y/N asked, momentarily confused.

“I said that me and your father should be on our way,” Her mother said, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine.” Y/N replied.

The look her mother sent back was one of disbelief, “Come with me, I’m sure your father can keep Harper entertained for a bit.”

Y/N followed her mother through to the kitchen where they sat down around the dining table.

“So tell me what’s wrong?” her mother said.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Y/N said.

“I haven’t been your mother for thirty-four years for nothing,” Her mother said, “I know when you lie to me.”

Y/N let out a small sigh, “I was just thinking about Owen, I just wish he was here to see Harper grow up.”

Her mother reached across the table and gently took Y/N’s hand in her own, “If you ever need to talk to me, I’m always a phone call away.”

Y/N shook her head, “I’ll be okay, it’s just really this time of year. Although this year has been better, with you helping me through it, and Melanie, and Spencer-”

“Spencer? Spencer Reid?” Her mother cut her off.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, “Yeah, he came to question me about my neighbour because she was kidnapped,” Y/N began to explain, “He called me to tell me that she was okay and I guess that we’ve just been hanging out.”

“I didn’t know he still worked for the FBI.” her mother said.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, thirteen years.”

There was a small pause before her mother’s next comment, “Is he still attractive?”

“Mom!” Y/N exclaimed.

“What? I’m only asking.” Her mother put her hands up in defense.

“I mean I suppose…” Y/N trailed off.

“So that means yes.”

“No it does not!”

“Again, I’ve been your mother for thirty-four years, I know when you lie,” Her mother said, “I always liked Spencer.”

“Well you didn’t like him after we broke up and I told you the reason.” Y/N said.

“Yeah but that only lasted a few weeks,” Her mother said, “I missed our weekly reading sessions after that.”

Y/N shook her head in amusement, “Can we stop talking about my ex-boyfriend please?”

“You’re the one who mentioned him.” Her mother said as they stood up and began a slow walk back into the living room.

“I mentioned him briefly, you’re the one who cut me off and started the conversation about him.” Y/N defended herself with a small chuckle.

Her mother laughed with her before reaching out and gently holding her elbow, keeping Y/N in place, “But in all seriousness Y/N, please talk to me, Melanie or even Spencer if you begin to feel down.”

“I will, I promise you that.”

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After Y/N and Harper bid goodbye to Y/N’s mother and father, the two flopped down on the couch. Harper rested her head against Y/N’s shoulder while Y/N rested her’s on top of Harper’s.

“Mum?” Harper spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t get me a present.” Harper said.

“How do you know that I didn’t?” Y/N questioned.

“Because I didn’t open a present from you.” Harper replied.

“That’s because it’s not out here, it’s in my closet,” Y/N said, “It’s quite big so I didn’t want to bring it out. Hiding it in my room was more than enough trouble.”

“Can I open it now?” Harper questioned.

“I suppose.” Y/N said with a smile as Harper jumped up from the couch, practically dragging Y/N up with her.

As they entered Y/N told Harper to sit on the bed and close her eyes, “Now it isn’t exactly wrapped because I had no clue how to wrap it and I thought it would come in a box and it didn’t.”

Y/N opened her closet revealing her present to Harper, “You can open your eyes now.”

Harper opened her eyes and gasped once she saw what the present was, “Are you serious?”

“I mean it’s here isn’t it?” Y/N said with a chuckle.

“Thank you!” Harper said, throwing her arms around Y/N.

The present Y/N bought for Harper was an easel just like hers. Harper had always wanted one like Y/N but she always refused, deeming the easel too expensive for Harper to have her own. However a couple of weeks ago Y/N found the same one she uses at a discounted price so she had to buy it.

“I have no idea where we can put it though,” Y/N said, sitting down on her bed while Harper looked at the easel, “But I was thinking that as we only use the spare room for storage, we can clean it out and make it into our own little art studio.”

Harper gasped, “Can we?”

“If you want,” Y/N said, “We can start cleaning it out tomorrow if you want. We can get a good chunk of it done before you go to Melanie and Toby’s for a sleepover.”

Harper jumped on the bed and tackled Y/N in a hug. A wide smile spread across Y/N’s features as the two lay there. Y/N was so happy to have Harper in her life.

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The following day, her and Harper were in comfy clothes as they began to sort through everything in the spare room, filtering through what was junk and what wasn’t. There was a lot of junk.

“Can we keep this?” Harper questions.

“What are you going to do with a light up lightsaber that doesn’t even light up?” Y/N questions.

“I don’t know.” Harper says.

“Exactly, put it in the trash pile.” Y/N says before her phone starts to ring.

“I’m just going to take this call, don’t sneak anything out of the trash pile when I’m gone.” Y/N warned.

As she walked out of the room and into her living room, she checked the caller ID. It was Spencer. She answered the call with no hesitation.

“Hey Spence.” Y/N said happily.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted and Y/N could practically hear the smile on his face.

“So what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go and get coffee? We haven’t seen each other for a few days so I thought we could meet up.” Spencer asked, although Y/N could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry Spence but I’m with Harper right now.” Y/N said.

“Oh of course, don’t worry about it then, maybe we can meet up another time.” Spencer said.

Y/N thought for a second. She did want to see Spencer. The last time she had seen him was about a week ago because he was working on a case out of state. They two exchanged a few phone calls and texts but that was the only communication they had.

“Maybe we don’t have to go for coffee,” Y/N said, “Harper is being picked up to go to a sleepover at six so maybe we can go and get dinner or something like that?”

“That sounds great,” Spencer said, the happiness evident in his tone once again, “What time?”

“Well it depends on what you want for dinner,” Y/N said, “We could go to a restaurant, or you could maybe come here and we can order in and watch a movie?”

“I like the latter option.” Spencer said.

Y/N smiled, “So do I. That means we can have a relaxing evening in.”

“It’s a date,” Spencer said, “Um, I didn’t mean like a date, I meant it like two friends hanging out.” The panic in his voice only increased.

“I’ll see you later Spencer.” Y/N said with a chuckle.

“I’ll see you too Y/N.” Spencer said before Y/N hung up the phone, a small smile creeping onto her face.

***

After Y/N bid goodbye to Harper for the night she couldn’t help herself but look down at her appearance. She was wearing paint stained clothes and her hair was a mess. Looking at the clock on her wall, Spencer would be arriving in less than an hour. Y/N didn’t know why but she wanted to make herself look at least a little presentable. Flipping through her wardrobe she came across a dress that she had only worn a couple of times but it was the most comfortable dress she had probably ever worn in her life.

After getting changed to make herself look presentable, she scans the house. It wasn’t necessarily messy, more of organised clutter. The minimal bit of tidying she did before Spencer arrived was pushing her easel back towards the wall so it was out of the way and re arranged the pillows on the couch so it looked comfortable and inviting.

As soon as Y/N placed the final pillow there was a knock on her door. Straightening out her dress, she headed over to the door. She smiled as she opened it and she was greeted by the smiling face of Spencer Reid. He looked a lot more casual than she had seen him whenever they met up. He was simply wearing a black sweater and jeans and a jacket on top - something she didn’t think she had ever seen on him.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted as he stepped aside to allow him into her house, “Make yourself at home. I’m sorry about the clutter, I tidied up the best I could.”

“It’s fine, my apartment is probably worse.” Spencer said, taking a seat on the couch.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted for dinner so I held off on ordering until you got here,” Y/N said taking a seat next to him on the couch, “I was thinking chinese if that’s something you wanted?”

“It’s perfectly fine with me.” Spencer replied.

After ordering, the two put a movie on while they waited for the food to turn up. As they were sat on the couch Y/N couldn't help but find everything about the situation familiar.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Y/N spoke up, turning her attention away from the movie.

“What?” Spencer questioned.

“Every date night we ever had when we first started dating because neither of us had any money.” Y/N said.

Spencer chuckled, “Yeah it does. And I swear that we watched the same three movies over and over again.”

“That’s only because you were picky.” Y/N said, smiling.

Spencer placed his hand over his chest, looking offended, “I was not!”

“You so were!” Y/N said, “You would pick out every inconsistency and explain why certain things wouldn’t work or how they didn’t make sense.”

“That’s because they didn’t make sense,” Spencer said, “I was only pointing out something that should’ve been pointed out while making the movie.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head playfully, “You sure were a romantic weren’t you Spencer Reid.”

Spencer blushed slightly as there was a knock at the door. Y/N got up to get the food and handed the delivery person the money, plus some extra as a tip.

“I’ll pay you back for my food.” Spencer said.

Y/N waved him off, “No you don’t have to,” Y/N said, “This just means that next time dinner’s on you.”

Placing the food down on the coffee table in front of the couch, Y/N stood back up, “let me just go and get something, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Heading into her kitchen, she grabbed two wine glasses out of the cupboard and a bottle of wine. As she made her way back into the living room, Spencer had sorted their food out so it was all set out in front of them on the coffee table.

“So we didn’t order drinks but I have a bottle of wine and two glasses,” Y/N says, “If you don’t want wine I can get you something else.”

“Wine is perfectly fine.” Spencer said as Y/N handed him a glass.

As she poured the two glasses, she couldn’t help but begin to feel like this was becoming more and more of a date. From the way they were positioned on the couch, every time either of them moved their legs would brush against one another.

“Did you know that Back to the Future was almost not called Back to the future?” Spencer spoke up.

“What was it nearly called?” Y/N asked out of genuine interest.

“Spaceman from Pluto.” Spencer answered.

Y/N let out a loud laugh, “That cannot be true!”

“Look it up.” Spencer said

“I don’t think I need to, you always know the weirdest facts,” Y/N said, “And I love it when you share them.”

Spencer smiled slightly while taking a sip of his wine, “I’m glad you like to listen, usually people tell me to stop.”

“I don’t see why,” Y/N said, “I love hearing you ramble on, I learn things while you talk about something you are excited about. It’s a win win situation really.”

Spencer smiled before he turned back to the television screen and continued watching the movie.

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Once all of their food was finished, the two remained on the couch as the credits to the movie played but neither of them made the move to stop it. Both of them were on their third glass of wine and they were feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed. Finishing off the remainder of her wine, Y/N slumped back against the couch.

During the night, Y/N and Spencer found themselves inching closer and closer to one another. So much so that the sides of their bodies were pressed up against one another. Tucking her legs underneath her, Y/N pressed her body further against Spencer’s as they sat in a comfortable silence on the couch.

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol acting or not but Spencer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side so her head now rested upon his chest.

“Your sweater is really soft.” Y/N commented, giggling slightly.

“That’s why I wore it.” Spencer replied.

“Where did you get it? I wanna get one.” Y/N said.

“I don’t know, I got it years ago.” Spencer said, his hand brushing lightly up and down her arm.

“I might just have to steal yours then.” Y/N said.

“No,” Spencer protested, “It’s my favourite sweater.”

Y/N positioned her head so she could look at Spencer, “Then you should wear it more often, it looks really good on you.”

Spencer blushed at her compliment, “Really?”

“Really,” Y/N said, “You just look so cuddly in it.” She moved her arms so they were now wrapped around Spencer’s torso as she attempted to pull him even closer to her.

Spencer looked down at her with a soft smile on his face, “I missed you.”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“The first time we went out for coffee I realised how much I missed talking to you,” Spencer says, “It’s been thirteen years but it felt like we were both in our early twenties again.”

“I missed you too Spence,” Y/N said, “The first few months after I left I missed you so much and there were multiple times where I wanted to call you but I stopped myself. After I moved to England and met Owen I guess any type of feeling I had for you disappeared. But now, I’m glad that we’re friends again.”

“Me too,” Spencer said, lips brushing her forehead, “I’m glad you’re in my life again, this time I don’t plan on letting you leave too easily.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving you again Spencer Reid,” Y/N said, “Once you become my friend, it’s hard to push me away.”

“Good, because I don’t want to push you away,” Spencer said, letting out a yawn, “But I should get home now.”

“No,” Y/N protested, “Stay here. It’s late anyway and I’m pretty sure we are both quite tipsy now so you shouldn’t go.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, giving in too easily, “Where can I sleep?”

“Well currently the guest room isn’t a guest room anymore and this couch is too small for you so you can take my bed.” Y/N said.

“No,” Spencer said, “I’ll take the couch.”

“No,” Y/N said, “You’re a guest, take my bed.”

“I forgot how stubborn you can be.” Spencer mumbled.

“Why don’t we both take my bed?” Y/N offered.

“Only if you don’t mind.” Spencer says.

“Of course I don’t,” Y/N said, “It can be like a sleepover. Harper’s at a sleepover now you’re sleeping over.”

Spencer let out a quiet laugh before the two stood up from the couch. He followed Y/N through to her bedroom as she immediately began to strip off her dress which made Spencer evert his eyes immediately.

Y/N didn’t know where her sudden confidence came from but she turned around to Spencer, “This is nothing you’ve never seen before.” She joked.

Getting changed into a large t-shirt, Y/N crawled into her bed. Spencer still sat on the edge looking around hesitantly.

“Well are you going to lie down or not?” Y/N questioned, “And are you seriously going to sleep in jeans.”

“I don’t have anything else.” Spencer said.

“Are you wearing boxers?” Y/N asked.

“Yes.”

“Good enough.”

“Are you sure that you’ll be comfortable with that?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah it's fine Spencer,” Y/N said, “No take your damn jeans off and join me in bed because I want to feel your sweater again.”

Spencer smiled before taking off his jeans and getting into bed next to Y/N, something that seemed so familiar yet so distant. As soon as he lied down, Y/N immediately cuddled up to him.

“This is okay right?” Y/N asked.

“It's perfectly fine.” Spencer mumbled, getting comfortable with Y/N in his arms.

“Goodnight Spence.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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diegos-butt · 4 years ago

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Electricity Chapter 1

Summary: For the first time in her life, Melody Williams is moving out of her hometown to Minnesota where she got a job as a crime journalist for the Minnesota Daily. But this city does not only have a new job for her to offer. What will happen when she crosses paths with detective Walter Marshall? Heads up, a little electricity is involved ✨

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (curvy OFC)

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.5k

A/N: So, I wrote something for the first time 👀 Pls be kind haha. This is written with a plus size/curvy OFC in mind because all my curvy babes, like me, deserve some love 😘

“Thanks for calling me. I will call you back with my decision soon.” I hung up the phone and stared at it in my hand. A woman from the newspaper in the city a few towns over had just called, telling me they were offering me a job at their crime department. I sat at my desk at my current job, a local journalist for my hometown newspaper. I started working there during college and they offered a job after I finished. I happily accepted, because that meant I could move out of my lovely parents’ house and start my own life.

As I sat at my desk I realized I had never really left this town, and I had always fantasized what it would be like to live and work in a different town. I loved my hometown, don’t get me wrong, but it is small and everyone knows each other. Every day is basically the same here. Miss Johnson walks her dog at exact 3pm, the Millers go to the supermarket at 4pm to buy dinner and the whole town eats at Al’s diner every Sunday.

Also, the men in this town aren’t something to write home about. The decent men are taken by the perfect housewives and the ones who are left, are the type of guys who you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. And unfortunately, no nice men have decided to move here in the last couple of years. The only guy I dated (we were only together for a couple of months) decided I wasn’t good enough and eloped with a pretty, skinny blonde bitch.

While the town doesn’t seem to change, neither does my job. I have been covering the local news for a couple of years now, and it feels like I have been doing the same thing over and over again. Nothing really happens here, and honestly it makes me feel stuck at my job. I feel like my job and this place aren’t helping me to move further. I want to learn more and see something else than this town.

Still staring at the phone in my hand realization washed over me. This was my way out. This phone call could change everything. Not thinking twice, I called the woman (I had forgotten her name, Stacy apparently) back telling her I was accepting their offer. This was my chance of starting something new.

In the weeks after the call, I quit my job and started looking for a new place. Luckily, I found a cosy, affordable apartment. Not too big, not too small. Perfect for me and only me. Not wanting to wait, I moved in quickly with the help of my parents and made the place feel a little like home.

It was a cute apartment with one bedroom and a tiny kitchen. I had everything I needed. A comfy couch, my kettle, my books, a tv for my binge-watching nights and lots of cosy blankets and throw pillows.

After moving in and settling down, I finally had a chance to decorate the place with a lot of fairy lights and plants. I stood in the middle of the living area, wiping some sweat of my face after moving around some heavy plants. Yeah, this is starting to look like home. I thought as I looked around the living area, satisfied with the work I did.

I sat down on my couch and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8pm. I was tired and hadn’t eaten yet. Tomorrow was my first day at the Minnesota Daily and I couldn’t wait. I was a little nervous, but because I was so tired, I didn’t have the energy to be too nervous or to make dinner.

I decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich and go to bed early. Tomorrow was the first day of a new start and I needed to look good. Might need a full 12 hours of sleep if I want to look a little decent, I thought to myself as I stared into the mirror and noticed my messy hair and the bags under my eyes.

After I ate my ‘dinner’ (I decided two grilled cheese sandwiches counted as dinner), I went to my bedroom and picked an outfit for tomorrow. A simple jeans and a baby blue blouse would do it. Afterwards I brushed my teeth and removed my make up. I put on my pyjamas and fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

After parking my car in the parking garage underneath the building the Minnesota Daily is located, I checked my make up one last time in the rear-view mirror. No uneven eyebrows and no smudges of mascara. Let’s go make a good first impression.

I stepped out of the car and grabbed my purse. I walked out of the parking garage and made my way to the front desk where I was greeted by a friendly older looking receptionist.

“Hi, I’m Melody! It is my first day here and I was told to ask for Stacy,” I said.

“Welcome dear! I’ll let Stacy know you’re here! She’ll be here in a sec,” she said with a smile. I nodded and looked around. People were walking in and out of the building, most of them talking on the phone. They all looked like they were in a rush.

Stacy appeared within a minute. She was taller than me, and I’m not exactly tiny, and her long brown hair was tied up in a bun. She walked towards me with her hand reached out and I quickly took it.

“Hi, you must be Melody! I’m Stacy, but everyone calls me Stace. Come, follow me, I’ll show you where we will be working!” she said while we walked to the elevator. While the elevator brought us to the 8th floor, she asked me how my new apartment was and if I liked the city. Before I knew it, the elevator reached the 8th floor.

“Everyone, pay attention! This is Melody and she will be joining our department as you all know,” Stacy practically yelled the second we left the elevator. I already saw some friendly faces looking at me. “Hi, I am Melody, but please call me Mel,” I said while Stacy walked over to a desk and started to introduce me to my new co-workers.

After I met everyone from the crime department, I made my way towards my new desk. Everyone seemed friendly and there was a relaxed atmosphere. Which was a little surprising to me considering this was the crime department. I looked around and thought: yeah, I made the right call to accept this offer.

Yet, I had no idea what this town had to offer me. Or better said, who.

In the first week I worked there I became friends with some of my co-workers. Carmen Garcia practically forced me to go to lunch with her and Gia Park on my first day. They had both been working at the Minnesota Daily for a couple of years now and they were one of the few women in the department. So, they were glad I was recruited to give them another ally in the office.

While we had lunch, they informed me about everything I needed to know. “You seriously need to stay away from creepy Greg, he works for the finance section. Make sure you never go down there alone. He always looks at women like he wants to drag them into an empty alley,” Gia said while pretending to throw up.

“Oh, he is the worst! But Megan, the receptionist, is the best ever. She is so sweet and kind. If you ever need anything, just ask her and she will help you,” Carmen added.

“Definitely! And if you ever need free tickets for a sports game, just let me know and we will visit the guys from the sport section,” Gia told me with a wink.

“I will keep all of this in mind,” I said while taking a sip from my cappuccino. “but tell me something about yourselves!”

Next thing I knew Carmen and Gia told me where they grew up, where they went to school and how they ended up working for the Minnesota Daily. I noticed how easy it was to talk to these girls and we had a good laugh while they told me about their most recent dating disasters. I nearly spilled my cappuccino not once or twice, but thrice while Carmen told me about how she escaped from one of her dates through the bathroom window.

During my first week I spend a lot of time with them. I helped them finish their articles and I got to know them pretty well. Carmen is tough, but sweet and straightforward, while Gia is soft and has a very short span of attention while working. She has visited my desk every half hour just to “catch up”. But I didn’t complain. It was nice to have them as my co-workers, although they began to feel more like friends.

It felt like my life fell into place again. I was making new friends, and I did a pretty good job so far. Still, sometimes I forgot to do basis tasks like getting groceries. So now I was parking my car in the parking lot of the grocery store.

As soon as I stepped out, I felt the cold chilly air around me, making me pull my leather jacket closer around my body. Hastily I stepped through the doors of the store just a few minutes before they would close. Quickly I grabbed a basket, knowing I should grab a cart, and started to walk through the aisles.

It was quiet inside, just a few people were doing some last-minute shopping like me. I waved hello to the woman at the cash register as I made my way to the first aisle.

So just the basics, some bread, apples, veggies, chocolate. Hmm maybe no chocolate. Okay yes, some chocolate. I deserve it today. What else, milk and cereal obviously. Girl gotta eat some breakfast. I thought as I threw some products in my already way too full basket and made my way to the cereal aisle. I walked passed the apples and picked some up, holding them in my hands.

Walking through the aisle I stopped in front of the many boxes of cereal. Above me I noticed a flickering lightbulb, reminding me I still needed to watch the last episode of Stranger Things. Maybe I should watch it tonight.

Staring at all the different kinds of cereal, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted. After a minute of just staring at the boxes lost in my own world, I grabbed one.

Except, I suddenly wasn’t the only one. Quickly I turned around and bumped into a warm, broad chest which made me drop the apples I was carrying. “Oh shit,” I whispered before I looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen and stared at the man. He had a beard and dark, brown curls. One of the curls dangled in front of his eyes and I had to fight the urge to not wipe it out of his face.

“It didn’t look like you were going to make a decision soon, so I just grabbed the one I wanted,” he said while crouching down to pick up the fallen apples.

“Oh no, no it’s fine,” I stammered, completely overwhelmed by him. “I guess I was zoned out there for a moment.”

While he was picking up the apples, I decided to take a quick look at him. He was a tall, big man wearing a dark blue sweater. Damn it, he is gorgeous. Don’t mind bumping into him more often.. no don’t go there, pull yourself together! I thought as I felt my cheeks burning all of a sudden. I couldn’t even remember the last time I talked to a man this handsome. Get it together Mel.

As he stood up and handed me the apples, I noticed how tired he looked. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, making me wonder when it was the last time he had a decent amount of sleep. Or if he ever had a decent night of sleep.

“Thank you for picking these up,” I said while holding up the apples, making them almost fall again. His reflexes were fast as he grabbed my elbow, helping me keep the apples balanced. The warmth of his hand made my legs suddenly feel a little weak.

“No problem,” he chuckled tiredly making me smile a little. “Maybe you should have gotten a cart instead of a basket, might be easier,” he said while still holding onto my elbow. He pointed with his other hand to my basket that was way too full.

“You are probably right, but my stubborn ass thought I could carry it all, so here we are,” I answered with a timed laugh, feeling a little embarrassed. He looked at me with those blue eyes and I noticed he had a “don’t mess with me” vibe, that somehow made me feel safe.

As I looked at his hand on my elbow, I suddenly became aware of how close he was. I could smell his musky cologne. He noticed I looked at his hand, and he abruptly let go of me while taking a step back. I immediately missed the warmth of his hand.

“I, uh, I need to go. Take care and don’t drop those again,” he told me with a small smile pointing at the apples in my hands. He grabbed his own basket and started to walk away. As he walked away, I took a good look of him. He was a very muscular man, and I took a mental picture of his ass because that was a sight I did not want to forget. I must tell Carmen and Gia about this.

“I can’t promise that, but I will try my hardest,” I laughed, knowing I would probably drop them again soon. “See you around?” I asked him. Surprised by my own boldness I nearly sank through the floor out of embarrassment.

He looked back at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I felt a spark of electricity going through my spine. “I hope so,” he said with a smirk before he shook his head and turned the corner leaving me speechless in the cereal aisle.

I stood there for another minute while coming back to my senses. My cheeks stopped burning and I realized I had not embarrassed myself that much. I smiled to myself and pictured the smirk he gave me in my head. Then the announcement that the store was about to close in a few minutes blared through the speakers, reminding me I still had to collect some groceries.

Quickly I grabbed the rest of the groceries and headed towards the cash register hoping to see him one more time. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found.

I paid for the groceries and walked to my car. Loading the groceries in the trunk I nearly dropped the apples again. Told you, I thought while closing the trunk. It was getting dark and colder outside so I wasted no more time and drove home.

While driving home I realized the mistake I made.

Damn, I should’ve asked his name.

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> Chapter two

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gyugiggles · 4 years ago

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Scoups Soulmate!

Genre- Angst/Fluff

Summary- Legends say “It’s all in the eyes”, that is how you find your soulmate

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Y/N's POV-

I've grown up being told by the elders "It's all in the eyes."

When I was a kid, I asked my mother and my grandmother how did they end up finding the perfect partner to spend their lives with. "I saw it in his eyes." is what I heard every time. There was a myth or maybe that was true that when you find your soulmate you would know it because you'll see your future in his eyes.

Since that day I have been looking into people's eyes but I haven't found anyone yet. It was a normal day and I was working as usual at the cafe while checking out orders and serving them. As the male customers came in to order, I swiftly glanced into their eyes and saw nothing. Today unexpectedly I was met with a rather odd man. "I need an iced americano! That would be it!" he ordered. I looked into his eyes, they were the most prettiest brown orbs I have ever come across in my life. I was kind of smitten by him but again I didn't see anything come through. After a while he took his order and left.

S.coups POV-

I look around the cafe to find my next prey, I needed money, desperately for that fact. My eyes fell on the counter girl and I don't know why I just felt like she was the one. I very casually went in and ordered. She gave me a look and stared right into my eyes. "Another believer of the myth." I thought to myself as I ordered and took off thinking of a plan.

Next day, I went into that cafe and decided to carry out the plan. I walked up to the counter and ordered as usual. I took my drink and sat until she was done with her shift.

Y/N's POV-

Another usual day and I was again behind the counter, swiping cards, serving orders. I am again met with those pair of beautiful chocolate brown orbs. This time it was different, as I looked into his eyes, the colour became transparent and I saw myself trapped, in a room, a dark room with a only one window which was the only source of light in it. I saw my hands tied behind a pole and my mouth covered with a piece of clothing. I gasped zoning out as he spoke, "Did you hear me?" he asked and I nodded typing in his order furiously.

I took a break and the event ran through my head. "My soulmate, is my kidnapper?" I clutched my heart. "Does that mean he could harm me?" I thought to myself feeling dizzy. I finished my shift and got out of the cafe as soon as I could. I walked down the streets and for some reason it was dark which was unusual. Thinking about the kidnapper being my soulmate, it all started falling into place. The fate was doing its thing, it wanted me to meet him so I played along.

He came from behind strangling me as he pressed a chemical coated handkerchief on my nose. The world started feeling dizzy and then blacked out.

I opened my eyes and found myself exactly where I saw myself in his eyes earlier. "Huh! so guess it is true? Now what Y/N? You are gonna die?" I said under my breath and mentally slapped myself. "You are awake?" he asked walking in. His voice was soft and not at all threatening. I tried to adjust my eyes according to the light that fell in the room from the window. I looked up at him to see his face and he was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. His hair fell messily on his head and that was mesmerising, he wore a rather cosy looking knitted sweater which was big for his size and he seemed like the most warmest place on earth. I smiled to myself taking in his sight. "Are you smiling right now?" he asked in a shock. "I've waited for you all my life." I said softly. All these years finding myself in people's eyes I have finally found my soulmate and he was the most gorgeous thing ever.

S.coups POV-

I entered the room and saw her slowly opening her eyes, the light from the window fell directly on her face. She was beautiful, nearly left me speechless. Her hair were all over her sweaty face which was quite a sight to see. She mumbled something under her breath as I walked towards her. "You are awake?" I asked making sure she was not mumbling in sleep. She looked up at me for a while and smiled. "Are you smiling right now?" I cocked my eyebrows. "I've waited for you all my life." she said in a faint voice. "I don't know what you are talking about but you are going to tell me your family's phone number while I ask you nicely." I said crouching down. "I will!" she said at once taking me by surprise. "Good!" is all I said standing up. "Do you have to do this?" she asked rather softly. "I am not obliged to answer you!" I replied coldly walking away. "You better stay put I'll go and get something for you to eat." I informed her as she gave me a light nod.

I went out to get some food for the two of us as I saw some police officers strolling around. I knew I'd get caught as they were already looking for me regarding the prior abductions. If they are near this area they knew my hideout was somewhere near too. I don't know why but I had this sudden urge to be by the girl I held captive and this was the first time I fell that way for someone I have kidnapped. I ran hurriedly, getting a deep scratch in my leg by a stranded wire on the street but I still ran so that I can reach my hideout safely.

Y/N's POV-

I wriggled out of the ropes I was tied in and walked out of the dark room and entered what seemed like a living room with a very comfy couch and the living room looked very neat for someone who is a kidnapper. I looked around and my stomach grumbled. "I told you to stay put did I not?" I heard a voice and I jumped in a shock. "Atleast make noise when you are entering!" I said clutching my chest. "Excuse me? This is my home!" he squinted his eyes and I shrugged as my eyes strolled down to his bleeding leg. "OH MY GOD YOU ARE BLEEDING!" I screamed. "Worry about yourself I'll worry about mine." he said dropping the bag of food on table as he limped into a room. I followed him as he sat on the bed, I sat in front of him as he was about to pull up the jeans. "Let me help!" I ordered as he looked at me in shock. I helped him roll his jeans so the wound was now visible, it wasn't deep but it was big scar. "I took the first aid box from his hand and started cleaning the wound as he flinched. "Why would you help your kidnapper?" he frowned. "I said I waited for you all my life." I smiled put on a bandage on his wound. "Okay done!" I grinned clapping as he scoffed. "Ohh! You smile too!!" I teased as he rolled his eyes. "Lemme cook while you rest?" I asked. "I'll do it!" he said coldly. I got up and rushed to the kitchen before him. "I"LL DO IT! LISTEN TO ME WHILE I AM BEING NICE!" I said rephrasing his words from earlier as a small smile danced on his lips.

I was done cooking and placed the plates on the table as he looked at me keenly. "What?" I asked. "Aren't you a bit afraid?" he asked.

Scoups. POV-

"No I am not!" she smiled. She was already starting to grow on me and this has never happened. She sat across me and gestured me to eat. I took a bite, "Woah! It is nice!" I said keeping my cool. "Thanks!" she grinned as she started eating. "I am Y/N by the way!" she stretched her hand at me. "Seungcheol, but I am also known as S.coups." I shook her hand as she smiled at me.

I looked at her as she looked back, I froze in my seat. Her eyes started becoming transparent and I saw me and her at the alter, she was dressed in white and I wore a tuxedo. I saw us kiss and the priest announced us husband and wife. "You are!" I gasped. "This is true! The myth is true?" I asked her in a shock as she nodded. "You are my soulmate?" I asked again and she nodded. "No wonder I felt uneasy leaving alone here." I gasped again. "It took you too long to come!" she smiled. "You knew?" I asked. "The second time you came into the cafe, I knew it since then." she replied casually. "Wow! You are beautiful!" I said smiling. "Ugh...Don't do this!" she laughed. "That's so uncomfortable!" she added. "Would you rather stay with me? Not as a captive but as my partner?" I asked and she nodded. "Leave all this then! I'll help you!" she caressed my hand.

SInce that day I have not dealt into anything criminal and now the day I saw in her eyes have finally arrived. They were right, "It's all in the eyes!" and I am glad to have met her.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Cheers, darling | th x fem!reader

@follow-tom-holland-is-spiderman asked: DAMN IT I JUST REMEMBERED. May I please request a tom x reader blurb where TOM BRINGS CHAMPAGNE AND THEY CELEBRATE SOMETHING TOGETHER *cough* sound familiar?! *cough* I love you my pêche so feel free to turn it into what ever you want 🍑 💕

Warnings: lots of fluff and cute gestures, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, even on pill), drinking (drunk sex maybe?? not that much), swearing, teasing, dirty talk an oral (f and m receiving).

Word Count: around 5.1k (christ)

A/N: ooooh my lovely cheeky little shy 😏✨ trust me, I did NOT forget about that request of yours but like... idk it was still in my drafts for some reason? oops I guess 😂 oh! and I decided to make it a oneshot hehe 🙊 did I get carried away? oh 1000% yes. but do I regret it? ... NOT AT AAAAAALL 🙈 anyway enjoy this one and stay safe, sweetheart 💖

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

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You yawn.

The living room is plunged into darkness, the only ounce of light coming from the tv screen. Today at work completely tired you out as your lunch break only lasted ten minutes. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. But stopping by the Thai restaurant on your way home to get some takeouts was the brightest idea of the day. And now your belly was full and pleased, in comfy pyjamas and messy bun.

Later, a knock on the front door draws your attention away from the cheesy slasher your were currently watching all evening. Intrigued, you slide off the couch and makes your way over to the door with a frown, wondering who could this be so late at night. Turning the knob and sliding open the door, you are actually mildly startled to see Tom, your boyfriend, with his signature smile and both his hands occupied on her doorstep.

"Hey, darling! Surprised you, huh?" Tom chuckles, sliding past you as you give him both a tired and confused look but don’t bother to say anything yet.

You were not supposed to see each other until tomorrow for lunch, as the boy had a few meetings all day today but also the next day in the morning.

"I sent you a couple of texts but didn’t get any answer” begins Tom while walking through the dark living room, switching the lights on as he keeps walking.

“I thought you might be asleep already, but now I'm really glad you're awake" Tom hums as he heads to the kitchen to put on the counter what he brought, you soon following behind him. “We can celebrate together, it's almost midnight!"

"Uhm- celebrate what, Tom?"

"Your birthday of course, silly!" he stares at you wide eyed. "Even if we planned to celebrate it tomorrow as it’s your day off, I wanted to make something a bit more original and do it a first time as midnight passes. So I manage to make all my meetings today and have all tomorrow free to be with you."

Tom starts emptying the bags to reveal some fancy delicacies. Now standing close to him, your eyes follow whatever he takes out and displays on the counter, beginning with a small pastel cardboard box, a pink and black bag with the familiar letters “V” and “S” on it and two bottles of champagne. Dom Pérignon’s bottles. As he brings the box closer, Tom delicately slides it open just enough for you to catch sight of the cake he knows you like so much.

"W-Wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all..." you almost whisper, still surprised by all this.

Turning to face him, your cheeks warm at the actual closeness, one of his arms sliding around your shoulders, his free hand resting on the counter as Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"This is only a nice sneak peek of tomorrow, baby."

The arm around you slides around your hips, pulling you forward as you rest the flat of your palms on his torso with fluttering eyes. When you glance up to his face, his expression looks completely intense and even a bit flustered himself, before Tom picks you up and slides you onto the counter next to the cake box. Both of his hands ease apart your knees and he places himself in between, capturing your lips before you can even speak one word.

"My soon-to-be Birthday Girl."

You can’t help but laugh, even if it is drowned by his warm lips. You cup his face in your hands, keeping him in place while he switches from simple pecks to cheeky nibbles and smooth long kisses. Such a straightforward yet endearing attention fed by the need to make you feel like a total queen. His queen.

"If you keep going, we might miss midnight, Tommy" you mumble detaching from his hungry lips that instantly found their way to the side of your neck, with growls.

You couldn't deny that neck kisses are one of your greatest weaknesses.

“Dammit, I almost forgot...” Tom groans into your neck, pecking it a last time before he reluctantly parts from you. “Alright, take this and go try it on while I get everything ready over there. But be quick!”

As Tom kisses your nose, he places in your hands the pink and black bag he brought and soon leaves the space between your legs, making you come down the counter. He almost pushes you out of the kitchen to frantically open all your cupboards to find what he needs.

Without waisting more time, you bring the gift bag with you back to your bedroom. Once there you sit on your bed and carefully open it, untying the beautiful silk knot to then put it next to you on the mattress. Bitting your bottom lip, your hand finally plunges into the bag, now excited to see what your boyfriend bought that he quickly wants to see you wearing it, so you take everything out.

Disposing the now empty bag onto the bed, you neatly unfold all the pink papers on your knees to now discover a beautiful set of lingerie. The fabric almost slips under your touch, the lace feeling delicate and sophisticated like you could never imagine. Even the colour looks so much more appealing on it, the gorgeous navy blue reminding you of the bikini you wore during your last vacation together in Positano, Italy. Apparently, Tom seems to like you wearing this particular colour...

As you manage to not get lost in your memories from that delightful holiday, you stand and slip out of your pyjamas and underwear to quickly put the new one on. And damn, it does put you to your best advantage: from the beautifully detailed bralette, that still accentuate your breast to its best, to the sexy indent panties that just leave nothing to the imagination, all of it almost see-through. You cheeks redden at all the inappropriate thoughts you can’t stop, thinking about what’s to come making things even worse.

Suddenly you remember Tom saying to be quick, so you check on your alarm clock to see it is now 11:51pm. Oof, just in time! You rapidly put your pyjama backon, taking an extra minute to rearrange your hair into something more decent. Then you exist your room and scamper back in the kitchen, but to see no one there.

“In the living room, darling!” Tom calls you in the other room, so you quickly join him there.

When you pass the doorframe, you suddenly stop on your tracks at the unexpected scenery before your eyes. The living room lights has been subdued to create a cosy ambience, a few candles lit and meticulously arranged in the room and Tom, being a natural hottie without even trying, sits on the couch with everything he brought placed on the coffee table. This simple gesture makes your heart beats like crazy, you almost being on the verge of crying because you never received this much affection by anyone before.

Tom wakes you from your thoughts as he is now standing, his hand extended to you for you to take it. So you take his offered hand, delicately squeezing it, while he walks you both to the couch to sit.

“Tom, this is-”

Your words are cut off by Tom’s index finger pressing slightly onto your full lips.

“After, princess” he almost whispers with a wink, “For now, let’s celebrate.”

True to his words, Tom detaches from you to check his phone. As he notices there is only one minute left before midnight, he takes a lighter he found in your kitchen and lights the adorable candle on the cake. The nice writing “Happy Birthday (Y/N)” on it fills your belly with tones of butterflies, the bright smile now on your face slightly hurting your cheeks.

As midnight finally comes, Tom brings the lighten birthday cake to you. The burning candle reflects in his warm coffee eyes, emphasising his facial features you love so much.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

After smiling at each other, your eyes locked for at least five good seconds, you approach your face towards the candle and slowly blow it as you make a silent wish. Once done, you gently cup Tom’s face in your hand to bring it close to yours and share a long passionate kiss.

“Thank you, Tom. So much” you mumble against his lips, the smile never leaving both your face.

“Anything for you, gorgeous” Tom says while slightly bumping your nose with his, making you giggle.

Once you pull away from each other Tom carefully cuts two generous slices of cake, giving you yours first and then serving himself. You can’t wait but take a mouthful of the delicious dessert, exhaling loudly at the savoury fruity flavour you always love.

You soon notice Tom standing again while taking one of the fresh bottles of champagne in his hands, starting to open it.

“Please, don’t hurt yourself... or me” you comment, half joking but also quite unsure.

“I’m a pro at it, darling, don’t worry!”

And he actually is. The sudden “pop” of the cork resonates in your apartment as Tom clumsily makes it in time to fill the two flute glasses before any champagne goes onto your carpet. Putting the bottle back in the ice bucket, Tom gives you your glass and sits again with his next to you. You can already the delicate smell of the fancy bubbly liquid filling your nostrils.

“Cheers, darling” Tom hums as he presents his flute glass to yours, once again locking eyes with you.

“Cheers, baby. And thank you so much again” you state, smiling, while clicking both glasses together.

After eating half of the cake and drinking one bottle of the bubbly wine - the second one already open, you and Tom are now a bit drunk, laughing for nothing and more touchy. You are actually hugging him, both legs resting over his thighs as you share another stupid story at work in between giggles. Tom lovingly listens to you (you’re not sure if he really does), his cheeks now pink from all the champagne as one arm surrounds your shoulders, his hand caressing along it.

Then a sneaky peck here quickly turns into languid and sloppy kisses there, including nibbling and grabbing at each other. In the end, you find yourself straddling Tom’s hips as both your lips seems stick to the other.

"Let me see my gift on you, darling. I waited way enough" Tom rasps, licking the flat of his tongue along the edge of your neck and up to the shell of your ear, where he paces his lips around it and sucks for a few seconds.

He smirks at the way both of your hands slide over his shoulders wanting to hold onto him. Tom then pulls back to show you his confident and smug expression that has you pursing your lips together. Damn him for being cute and hot at the same time... but why would you refuse this pleasant offer to him? Anyway, your mind is mostly filled with bubbles to make you think properly by now. And in a way too frisky mood.

So you part a little from your boyfriend, whose hands keep their grips onto your bottom. As you stare at him with blurry eyes, you then start fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt to tease Tom. At some point, when feeling him wriggle under you, the friction slowly killing him, you remove the shirt in one motion and throw it somewhere behind the couch and you can’t miss the almost animalistic growl leaving Tom’s mouth. Quickly proceeding with the little show, you then try to stand while putting your hands on his thighs for support and still between his legs, you get rid off your pyjama pants, now on total display for your boyfriend’s eyes only.

“Holy fuck-” Tom breaths out, licking his lips as he contemplates you up and down. “I’ve got fucking great tastes, you look damn ravishing darling” he then smirks as he lets you sit on him again, lifting your hands to caress his cheeks.

His expression softens a bit before meeting you in the middle for several kisses, his hands finally in contact with more skin. You barely manage to give him a sassy remark before Tom just rolls you both over, laying you down onto the couch before climbing on top of you. After pushing at your knees, he feels along all of your womanly curves making you feel warm and delightfully tingly.

“It’s not even my birthday but fuck does it feel like it” Tom groans over your frame, his eyes appreciating every inch of your exposed skin.

Giggling softly at him with red cheeks, you caress one of your hands down his still clothed chest and the other along his astute cheek bones, before encouraging him to come closer. When his muscular neck is in range, you lift up and kiss him all over, feeling empowered from the way he growls your name like he really enjoys the texture of your pink appendages.

"Ah- Tommy..." you moan softly right next to his ear when he tiptoes his fingers up your inner thigh to tease a few of his digits up and down against your lace panties.

Tom smirks at the way your body arched backwards and both of your hands cling to him, while he rasps seductively about the fact that he can feel you getting wet already. You pout at him while tugging at his shirt, which Tom gladly lets you pull off and toss to the floor.

“So... got another gift for me, baby?”

Giggling at your own question, you admire his muscular physique by outlining your finger tips along his hunky six pack. His skin looks a little pink and flustered because of all the champagne consumed maybe, but Tom quickly recovers by cupping your chin and pulling you to meet his lips for several warm and passionate kisses. The press of his tongue catches you off guard so much that you become dizzy with the hungry lap of his muscle all over your mouth, noting every slick surface you have to offer.

Unable to breath, you whimper into his mouth and he finally parts with an erotic sheen of lewd saliva connecting your tongues together. With desire and lust forming in his beautiful brown eyes, he leans down towards your chest and starts hastily to press his lips right between your breasts, each kiss more enticing and hungry as he keeps going.

Both of his hands caress over your stomach and hips, before toying with the edge of your panties. Getting now more aroused, you slowly ease your legs up and spread them apart, giving him an enticing view of the trail to your clothed core. You seductively whimper again, staring right at Tom as you trail your hands over your breasts and down between your legs.

“For fuck sake (Y/N)-”

His fine lips go back to kissing your knees, inner thighs and even against the soft silky material of your panties. However, even as you moan from the sensual sway of pleasure, Tom doesn't stop here and continues to edge his way up your stomach, enjoying the way you jitter as he licks your belly button and slides up between your breasts until he is sucking at a soft patch of your neck.

"Mhm, baby..." you practically purr to him, leaning your head back to allow the boy to have all the skin he wants.

Tom smirks against your soft flesh, subtly liking the sway of your hands that gently pet through his hair and down his smooth back muscles. He then sneaks his hands under your back to undo your bra, even though he clearly appreciates how more gorgeous you look wearing his new gift.

After leaving you at least two or three pulsating and vibrant love bites, Tom makes you softly gasp in surprise at the way he yanks your bra along your arms and immediately starts sucking on the closest nip. The hungry sway of his tongue has you moaning and leaning your head back to close your eyes, losing yourself to his enticing warm rhythm.

His other hand wrapped around the other breast squeezing, squishing and even rolling the perky little nub between his thumb and index finger, till he finally decides to move his lips over the other and shows it some love as well.

Tom admires how glossy and wet your tip appears, while rasping that every single part of your body belongs to him. Which he demonstrates by biting close to your nipple almost hard enough to leave light impressions of his teeth. A sharp gasp of his name escapes your lips the moment you feel the pleasurable type of pain his possessive desires want to give you. Once Tom is done nipping all over your breasts, he grins at the way you are panting and looking rather vulnerable beneath him.

"Mhm, I have an idea" Tom murmurs, freeing you from your bra completely before grabbing your hips and rolling with you. As you find yourself on top of your boyfriend again, the boy then encourages you to turn around until your knees are on either side of his head, his dark hungry eyes staring up at the damp circle that outlines your intimate lower lips.

Extending his tongue, Tom leans up and laps down the middle of your clothed slit.

"F-fuck, Tommy..." you pant, staring down at the very clear aroused outline of his hard cock, still covered with his jeans. Lifting one hand, you feel along his shape, biting your lip feeling just how much his girth wants to be set free.

While continuing to lick against your panties, Tom shamelessly grabs your ass, pulling down until your are basically sitting on his face. However, he seems to thoroughly enjoy this as he makes out passionately with your lips to soak your lingerie with his saliva and your combined arousal.

"You've made your panties so wet, baby... ‘must really feel turned on, uh?" he teases, making you squeak and jitter as he takes an intimate whiff against your clothed sex making it difficult for you to focus on unzipping his pants like you want to.

"Let’s take these off so I can really please my Birthday Girl..."

With warm cheeks you clumsily lift yourself up, making it easier for him to tug at your lace panties and toss them on the floor behind him. Just the heat from his eyes observing what makes you a woman is enough to have you tingling all over your body.

You murmur something incomprehensible, feeling absolutely sensational as he goes back to make out passionately with your lower lips and even presses his tongue into your folds.

Finding your own desire to make Tom feel good, you finally work his pants and boxers down enough to free his stout cock and immediately start licking him up and down while curling your fingers around the base. The rhythm your hand starts working on must feel amazing to him, because Tom pauses to groan in such a way that you feel the heat of his breath against your clit.

Adding your other hand, you pump his length from both sides while parting and wetting your lips with your tongue, before wrapping around the tip and bobbing back and forth. You feel his hips want more as they press up, wanting to feel more of your throat, such a motion making you feel powerful as you are now in control and clearly giving him a type of pleasure he enjoys a lot.

"Shit- you know I fucking like it when ya use your tongue like that, doll..." Tom grunts, getting off on the feeling of your muscle running along his girth you work more and more into your mouth.

But at some point you have to move both of your hands and just use them for stability, as you press against his thighs and try to give him a fast and deep pace.

Tom seems to all but forgets he is the one supposed to give you pleasure as well, but honestly you don’t mind as you can almost picture his flushed and trying not to groan facial features. His girth is completely enveloped by your luscious lips and nearly poking the back of your throat, which has you salivating heavily.

When you pull away with the slickest of sensations dripping from you chin, Tom nearly hisses as if he is in pain, but you quickly start pumping him with your hand. You then place your lips back against his tip, working this rhythm and unable to say out loud that you want to taste him. Still, you make sure he can feel your lips as you keep bobbing until Tom groans your name, pressing his hips up as he fills your throat with his bitter liquid.

Sliding off his member, your lips feel tingly and numb while you swallow his hot juices and wipe any excess from your chin.

"Damn Tom, y-you almost killed me there..." you pant to him, laying your head down against his knee as you complain about how he thrusted his hips at the last second and nearly had you gagging.

"I blame you for having such an irresistible mouth..." Tom snickers which makes your cheeks warm despite the small tired smile on your lips.

Turning his head, he now starts sucking at your inner thigh until a hickey is forming, as he promised to make you feel just as good as he did or even better.

You purr and close your eyes as Tom sensual licks a circle around your slit, enjoying the flavour of your womanhood that has your core glistening. As soon as he presses deep into your folds with the enamoring girth of his tongue, you moan loudly and squeeze your hands against his legs. It nearly feels like, if you ever let go of him, you would simply float away from how delightful the pleasure he is giving you feel.

"Oh... Tom... A-aah... I-I feel so lightheaded..."

Tom seems to like how desperate you sound as he firmly grabs your bottom again, pushing your core down onto his tongue as deeply as he can, and thrusting his thick muscle back and forth. Your mewls of pleasure feed his desire as he feels your body writhing and your hands gripping tightly at his strong thighs until your walls clench and soak his lips.

Sliding his hands to your hips, Tom pushes you to lay at his side - making sure you securely sit between the back of the couch and his body - while he licks at his lips. He then can’t help but chuckle at the hazy and dark blush that swarms your cheeks, still panting from your orgasm.

The boy proudly smirks, pushing fully at his pants and boxers to slide the rest of the way off his legs and crumple to the floor, leaving him just as naked as you are.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome and muscular body, before Tom eases back and curled his index finger at you. As if under a spell, you raise yourself and turn back around facing him before straddling his hips once again.

"So you want me to ride you, baby? Mhm, I like being on top" you smugly smile down to him with a small giggle, as you caress both hands up and down his chest while you edge down to meet his lips.

"Gotta admit this view isn't bad at all..." Tom chuckles as he drags his eyes up and down your womanly curves.

He can see absolutely everything you have to offer and he loves it so much. Then Tom’s hands caress your stomach, going up until he is fondling your breasts.

"Mmh, my turn, Tommy. Let me fully enjoy my gift..."

Pushing at his hands, you lean down and admire his pretty eyes before kissing his check tenderly and sliding down to his neck. Tom seems to enjoy the soft pecks you give his skin and encourages you to leave him a few hickeys.

After suckling a few patches of his delicious and smooth skin, you edge down his chest until you can tease his six pack with some tickling licks that may have him wiggling beneath you, indicating a slight ticklish aspect about him.

"(Y/N), you’re such a fucking tease... I'm about to just shove you down onto my co-"

"Shush, Tom" you laugh while kissing his stomach, cutting him off. "I’m the Birthday Girl today, so l can do whatever I want to you."

Lifting your hips, you make sure your core is right over his cock as you stroke him, but there is really no need because he is already hard again.

"Appreciate me another time, now I want to fuck you so bad."

You can’t help but snort, biting your lip as Tom pets your thighs. Giving into what your impatient boyfriend wants, you ease your wet lips down onto the tip of his cock, before pressing yourself all the way and leaning your head back to moan in delight from feeling so full.

"Ngh... Oh, Tom..." you praise, leaning forward to caress his chest while you let yourself get used to his girth.

After leaning over to give him a couple of kisses, while caressing his cheeks and up through his hair, you lift your hips and press yourself back down. You soon develop a nice and pleasurable rhythm for both of you, that instantly make you both moan while feeling his girth rub along your warm walls in accurate intimate details.

"Fuck- watching ya ride me is such a turn on, gorgeous..." Tom hazes, making you gasp and mewl his name as he cups his hands around your breast. He squeezes then rolls them with his entire palm, helping them jiggle even more than they already where which has you completely arching your back.

You keep whimpering as the boy completely devours you with the eyes. Once again with the idea of pleasuring you first, he yanks your body forward enough to claim one of your nips and sucks on your flesh roughly.

"O-oh, t-that feels so good... Oh Tommy, you're so deep inside me..." you purr into his ear, squeezing his shoulders to help yourself and stay balanced. But your legs start to tremble and the pace you are working at is dying down little by little from fatigue.

"Give me your fine ass, baby and lean into me" Tom husks as he reaches behind your back, sliding down your soft skin until his strong hands grope over your bottom, giving it a tight grip as you let out a squeal at the feeling.

You smile gratefully, wrapping your arms around his neck to then give him a long and warm smooch before Tom just starts slamming into your body as fast as he can.

"A-ah! Tommy! Oh, f-faster baby!" you praise him with countless moans, leaning your head over his shoulder to hold him tightly.

The feeling of your breasts rubbing up against his toned muscular one feels so utterly thrilling. Riding him so deeply and this erotically makes you feel like his perfect puzzle piece.

"S-shit, (Y/N)- I-I'm about to-"

"Y-you can... i-inside is safe, I’m on pill now" you assure him shakily, as you caress his cheek letting him know you have such an innate desire for him to just fill you to the brim.

Tom doesn’t have to be told twice as he roughly claims your lips and shoves his tongue down your throat, while slamming your ass down against his hips. Maybe your inner thighs would be a little red later from his desire filled friction, but you would get over it pretty quickly when this wild boy here would be the one to want to cuddle naked later.

Your head is spinning with the wild build of pleasure, your folds just throbbing in desperation as Tom pounds into your body over and over again, until you both manage to achieve a blissful release within seconds of each other. Your warm arousal drips down his cock, while his hot juices nicely coats your warm walls.

Within seconds of your orgasm you just collapse down against his sweaty body, laying your cheek against his chest as you keep panting like you have been deprived of air for several hours. The boy under you laughs at how exhausted you are, lifting you slowly from his member but without saying what he is really thinking about - which is how much he likes the feeling of you laying on top of him.

His hands wrap around your back and just relax there, leaning his head back against the couch, sighing in a content way. The sound of his heartbeat thumping brings a warm smile to your face as you raise yourself just enough to nuzzle against his neck.

Then you remember something, so you sit more properly on top of him and lightly leans over the coffee table. Intrigued, Tom just stares at you to then smiles as he sees you bring both your flute glasses closer, and after the bottle of champagne. You slowly fill the glasses, focus on what you are doing.

"Needed a drink?" he cheekily asks as sitting up himself, both his arms maintaining him in this position.

"I can’t refuse some fancy champagne, even less after sex" you giggle, sharing a kiss while you give him his glass.

You then take yours and Tom once again clinks your filled glasses together.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful (Y/N). I love you so much."

As you glance at him, you almost feel mesmerised by his actual look: eyes still glittering after your previous activity, hair going wildly in every direction, pink cheeks, a bit sweaty and naked. A sigh you would never get tired off. Smiling, you kiss him once again before taking a sip of the still cold bubbly beverage.

“So... keeping this new little tradition for every birthday?” you whisper behind your glass, sending your boyfriend a teasing grin.

“I mean, I can’t definitely say no to that...”

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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My Biggest Fantasy

MOVIE LOVE ACTUALLY AGE UP

COUPLE SAM X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I smiled as I sat on my bed, the soft covers cosy against my skin even if I wasn't ready to head to bed yet, it had been a lovely day, Sam woke me with chocolates and breakfast in bed, and we went out in a date to the beach and the aquarium but once home he headed for a shower so I went to bed with my books. It was a lovely anniversary and I couldn't wait for what I was sure to come this evening.

Soon enough Sam got back and sat on our bed in his blue sweatpants "hi baby" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"Hi Sam" I smiled giving his lips a little kiss "happy anniversary" I smiled nuzzling into his neck

"Happy anniversary y/n" he smiled holding me close, we stayed snuggled up a moment before he spoke "y/n... I wanted to uhh talk to you about something" he says

"Course what is it Sam?" I asked putting my book down on the table

"Y/n you know I've been pretty honest with you about my... Uhh history" he says

"Well yeah" I laughed

"And... About the stuff I'm into" he blushed

"Yes Sam" I smiled

"There's kinda... Something I haven't told you" he says

"Ohh what?" I asked a little worried

"There's kinda this other side of stuff I'm into that I haven't said anything about, I didn't want to well... Overwhelm you" he says

"Aww Sam it's okay, I understand if you didn't tell me every single thing your into and every fantasy you've had I mean we'd be here till next year" I laughed

"I know, but this is kinda a big fantasy I have, something I've always wanted to do to someone, my biggest fantasy" he smiled blushing a little

"Ooh? Tell me" I giggled

"Well it's kinda... Sort of... Well..." He stuttered "it's hard to explain y/n, could I Maybe just... Do it to you, so you understand? And Maybe see if you like it too?" He asks

"Well...okay" I smiled

"Ohh thank you baby, you go and get comfy I'll set up" he says kissing me I laughed a little and did as he asked going to the bathroom sorting my hair a little and slipping into my little blue neglige with my matching little panties that Sam bought me as my present, I slipped my half see though robe over my shoulders and went back to our bedroom he was sorting things out but he jumped off the bed to hold my hand and give me a kiss his eyes on my chest "uuummm you look beautiful" he smirked pulling me to sit on the bed "that looks so sexy on you" he groaned "are you ready?" He asks and I nodded "okay, just uhh try not to scream, or squirt to much" he warns Giving me a little kiss he pushed me to lay on my back in the centre of our bed he smiled at me looking very excited he kissed my ankles pressing a sweet trail of kisses from the inside of my leg until he reached my little panties he moved away as he reached there and he smirked grabbing something from under our bed two pairs of handcuffs they didn't match but it didn't matter much he unlocked them and cuffed my ankle and then my wrist on the same handcuffs so I could barely move my leg or my arm, he did the same to the other side and he smirked kissing down my neck and chest "are you comfy?" He asked and I nodded "okay, if your not happy just tell me okay?"

"Okay" I smiled

"That's my girl" he smiled kissing my lips gently he went under the bed getting the toy box with our little toys he got a little vibrator slipping it in my panties and turning it on next to my clit it felt so nice the gentle little vibration on such a sensitive place "ummm you look so beautiful baby" he smirked kissing my thighs and stomach until he moved away and for and toy as I began to get very wet waiting for what he was going to do to me with with the little vibrator working hard "Last kiss baby" he smiled holding a but of fabric so I smiled giving him a little kiss before he wrapped it sweetly around my mouth so I couldn't scream he smirked watching me as the vibration made me even more desperate shifting and grinding against our sheets he smirked a moment getting something else he got a little tie of rope and our magic wand he smirked taking the vibrator away letting me calm down a little, until he smirked and pulled my panties to the side kissing my clit kitten licking my already very sensitive place while he began tieing the rope around my leg tightly to keep the magic wand tight to my leg once it was all tied he moved away and pushed my leg a little so the magic wand sat on my clit as he pulled my panties back how they where before and he turned it on, I moaned loudly feeling the intensity of the vibration it felt so amazing as I rocketed into my orgasum "uhh you look so beautiful when you cum baby" he groaned kissing all over my skin it went on for so long every orgasum I had he would turn up the magic wand even if I squealed and squirted on our covers often trying to move and fight the ties and handcuffs tears across my face as I tried desperately to stop the pleasure till Sam smirked and pushed my panties to the side keeping the wand on me and slipping inside me "uughhh!! Your so wet baby, maybe I should do this to you more often" he smirked holding my hips pounding inside me quickly and hard until he finished inside me and turned off the toys letting me out while he got his breath back

"Happy?" I asked

"Very very happy baby" he smiled "can we do it again tomorrow?" He asked

"Maybe... Next week I need a little rest" I smiled cuddling him

"Okay baby" he smiled kissing me softly.

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imagine-that-100 · 5 years ago

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Drunk | Part 6 |

Description of Part 1: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | When you come back home to Manchester from University, you get invited to a house party filled with your old friends from high school. You hadn’t seen most of them for 4 years and the house brings back some old memories of the parties you once attended. Getting drunk with old friends ends up being better than you imagined.

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A/N: Fluff Alert. Really hope you guys love this part. Please let me know what you think. As you know I’m going to edit everything afterwards so apologies if there are a few mistakes. Thanks for reading and love you all! Let me know if you want to be tagged x

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The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your bedroom door creaking open. Your eyes parted slightly, and you saw your Mum’s head come around the door which now had a grin on there, evidently seeing you weren't alone.

You shook your head into the pillow to try and signify that it wasn’t like that, but she didn’t seem to mind. She sent you a quick wave and you smiled at her as she left and closed the door behind her.

You shut your eyes again knowing she was going away for the next few days on a work trip so you could just relax in peace. However, you didn’t find sleep as easily as you had the previous night despite it being 7 in the morning. You really just wanted more sleep.

But your room was cold. Unusually cold and despite having another’s body heat next to you. You were freezing.

You felt yourself being to shiver so you tiredly held your blanket closer to you and you tried to return to sleep. But you kept rubbing your legs together to try and generate some heat for your body. But it didn’t seem to be working.

Your chills must have woken Matty up because you felt him route through the covers until his warm hands found your body.

He pulled you toward him and shuffled himself closer to you, which you really appreicated. His arm came around you like he was giving you a big hug from behind and hooked it underneath your arm.

His jean covered legs began to tangle with your own and you tried your best to stop shivering. For his sake more than yours.

You again brought the blanket up closer to your face and you brought one of your freezing cold hands over the top of Matty’s. You felt him draw in a breath probably at how cold you were, but his hand then covered yours instead and he started rubbing it sleepily.

You were thankful he was beside you because not 5 minutes later you were asleep again and you felt at peace. In fact, it was probably one of the best and most peaceful sleeps you’d had in a while.

When you woke up hours later, you felt so cosy. You wanted nothing more than to stay like that all day.

Apparently, Matty was already awake because 2 minutes later you found that he tried to move himself away from you. However, you were having none of it and groaned as you kept his arm that was around you in place.

You felt him chuckle against the back of your neck and a minute later he tried to move again but you kept a tight hold of his arm. After that he seemed to give up and you both went back to sleep.

Later on, you woke back up to Matty trying to move away again. You again tried to keep him where he was and he only stopped moving for a moment whilst he told you, “Don’t be grumpy, I just need a piss. I’ll be back”

You sighed as his body left your side and you no longer had the extra heat beside you. Matty kept his word though because a few minutes later he repositioned himself beside you and you shuffled yourself back into his warmth.

You wished you could stay like that forever. In a sleepy daze with his arms wrapped around you.

“Are we staying like this all day?” Matty mumbled behind you.

You nodded slightly, confirming in a, “Mmhmm” as you once again closed your eyes.

“Fine by me” Matty grinned as he got himself comfy again and his nose buried back into the crook of your neck.

You smiled at his actions and you did actually end up staying in bed all day. The only time one of you moved was to either go to the toilet or to collect some food.

You’d turned the TV on a few minutes after Matty had woken up and you lazed about watched Friends on TV for a good portion of the day. You both drifted in and out of consciousness more than once and you found that Matty didn’t complain once.

You both got to know each other even better than the night before throughout the day as you lazily chatted. You forgot that you didn’t really know that much about his interests outside of sex and music. You found yourself having really nice conversations with him.

At about 2pm, you and Matty had just eaten lunch and had the TV on in the background but you kept yourselves entertained by chatting to each other. You didn’t chat about anything in particular but you find find yourselves chatting about him.

You asked him about his Mum and Dad in a way that didn’t make it seem like they were special because they were famous and Matty answered you honestly. He told you that it was sometimes tough especially in high school when a dickhead teacher said that Matty should have been embarrassed because his Mum was in an advert.

You actually remembered the day well. You couldn’t believe the teacher had said it, but you were more surprised by Matty’s surprisingly grown up remark back to him. But you didn’t think you could cope with his Mum and Dad going through a very public divorce and the things people asked him about it. You were grateful that you didn’t have to go through that, and you did feel sympathetic towards him.

The day wasn’t all heavy talk though, you did have a nice relax together too. You both hadn’t checked your phones once just because you were too preoccupied. You were lay in your previous positions watching TV again which kept you occupied, but other things seemed to be grabbing Matty’s attention.

“Your room’s cute” Matty grinned, sitting up so he could get a better look around.

“You’ve been in my room before” You remind him, wondering why he hasn’t tried to bully you for a very typical teenage girls bedroom before.

“Yeah, but I’ve not really been here to look around” He says with a knowing smirk.

You smiled at him whilst sending him a knowing look. You knew exactly what he meant and you would not be condoning that talk so you returned your attention to the TV.

After a few seconds he repeated, “It’s cute”

“Don’t start, I’ve been gone three years. Decorating hadn’t really been on the agenda” You shake your head at him, before looking around your room.

You had definitely grown out of the pink wallpaper and all the different posters that littered your room.

“No, you’ve had different things to think about” Matty smirked, before moving your hips back into his.

You rolled your eyes and turned yourself over to look at him, “I will kick you out”

“I’m only joking” Matty says looking down at you. He’d propped himself up a little, most likely to see what was around your room.

You watched as him eyes wandered around your room and saw his lips twitch up at different things that lay around. He looked picture perfect when his face lit up completely after seeing something that definitely caught his eye.

“Is that our signed CD?” Matty asked, looking down at you with a look of humour in his eyes.

You’d forgot it was even there. “Yeah” You told him knowing he was looking at the CD you’d blue-tacked to your wall all those years ago.

“I can’t believe you have it on your wall” Matty grinned shaking his head at you.

“You were my favourite band. What do you mean you can’t believe it? It’s only the same as you having the Nirvana poster up in your room” You said flapping your arms around to try and get your point across.

“What do you mean ‘were’ your favourite band? We still should be” Matty frowned.

“Why’s that the only thing you took from the conversation?” You questioned wanting to know how bigheaded he really was.

“Answer the question” He pried but he was smiling down at you.

“I prefer Drive Like I Do alright. I miss the old songs, is that so bad?” You asked, unable to hide your grin.

“They’re dead and gone. Get over it” Matty told you.

You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled yourself back over so you could watch the TV and hug your pillow again.

“We’re better now you should be happy. Could have a proper album out in a year or two” He told you with a smirk as you turned your back towards him.

“Maybe I should frame that CD then. It will be worth a lot when you’re all famous and don’t have time for people like me anymore” You said nonchalantly.

“Oh Y/N, I’d always make time for you” Matty smirked, hooking his arm back under yours and hugging himself to you again.

You silently chuckled to yourself as you felt him nuzzle his head back into your neck and you heard him take in a deep breath through his nose. You weren’t going to question if he’s just smelt your freshly washed coconut hair, you just left him to it.

Friends took over the day again but after a few episodes you’d fallen back to sleep and so had Matty.

You woke up later on to Matty chuckling down your ear. You opened your eyes to see that Friends was still on and Ross was getting angry that someone ate his sandwich.

You loved that episode so much and when it showed him saying, ‘My sandwich’ echoing around the city you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. Matty seemed to laugh along as well and you both sat there in giggles for a few minutes.

“Ah god, I love that episode so much” Matty sighed as it finished off.

You turned to look at him and Matty let him arm slide off your waist as you moved. But you stayed close as you said, “Yeah it’s a good one but not as good as the one with the jellyfish”

“You can’t be trying to tell me that you think that one’s better than this one” Matty looked down at you in total disgust.

“It’s well better. The bit where they are all shell-shocked and won’t speak about it is hilarious” You told him, smiling at the memory of the episode.

“It not better than ‘My sandwich’ though” Matty shook his head and you laughed when he tried to recreate the voice.

“Okay, so I know what your favourite episode of Friends is. Noted” You tell him with a smile.

“What’s your favourite film?” Matty questions and you don’t know why but it surprised you.

“Do you mean like favourite to watch or favourite Classic?” You asked him.

Matty frowned a little, “Shouldn’t the answer be the same?”

“Not for me. I have a favourite film that’s sort of recent and a favourite Classic. The recent one will probably change but I don’t think the classic will” You explained.

“Okay then Miss Awkward, what’s your normal favourite and then your classic?” Matty pries with a smile.

“Favourite at the moment is The Proposal...” You told him but Matty interrupted before you could continue.

“Shit”

“It’s a great film” You looked up at him with hurt eyes.

“It’s shit” Matty said bluntly.

“Have you even seen it?” You questioned. Matty didn’t really seem like the type to watch a romcom on his own accord.

“Don’t need to. I saw the trailer. It looked shit” Matty told you.

“Well it isn’t. Haven’t you been told not to judge a book by its cover?”

“Don’t change that to ‘don’t judge a film by its trailer’ please” Matty sighed knowing what you were thinking already.

“You should watch it, it’s actually good” You told him and Matty quickly diverted from the conversation.

He rolled his eyes at you and asked, “So what’s your favourite Classic?”

“Shawshank” You told him with a smile, but it fell away when confusion took over Matty’s face.

“What?”

“Shawshank...” You looked at him like he was stupid, and he looked beyond confused. “Shawshank Redemption”

When he shook his head, you gasped, “How the fuck haven’t you seen Shawshank? It is the best movie to ever exist”

“No, the best move ever is Pulp Fiction”

“That’s shit compared to this. I can’t believe you’ve not seen it” You said before throwing all the covers off of you and walking up to your shelves that were full of DVDs.

“I’m not watching The Proposal” Matty said sitting up and you shook your head.

“You’re watching Shawshank so you can understand how brilliant it is” You told him and you smiled when your eyes caught sight of the DVD.

You quickly pulled it out and put it in your DVD player. He couldn’t not watch this film.

“I’ll fall asleep” Matty told you and you shuffled back into be next to him.

“I’m not gunna let you. Sit up” You told him, and he reluctantly sat further up.

Your shoulders were touching when the film started off and you couldn’t contain your love for the film. “You’re gunna love it. I know you will”

“Hmm whatever” He said, and you elbowed him in his side.

The trailers to different films you couldn’t skip came on and you looked to Matty and promised, “I bet within twenty minutes you’ll be hooked”

“Whatever” Matty sighs bringing the duvet and the blanket higher up the both of you.

You both sat in silence and watched the film for a while. You loved it that much that you’d completely forgotten about your bet until 15 minutes after you’d originally gave him.

You looked around at him and his eyes met yours quickly. “You like it, don’t you?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

Matty gave you a look and then quickly told you to, “Shut up”

You laughed at him and you felt him push his arm around your back so he could have him arm around you once again. You decided to make it comfier for you both, so you slouched down a bit and let your back rest against his chest.

His arm held you in place across your chest and kept his hand there by holding your other shoulder. You quite enjoyed the warmth that his body was giving off.

You sat like that for the rest of the film and you found yourself reacting to it like you were alone. “Are you crying?” You heard him ask behind you.

Matty saw that you kept wiping your face and saw that the tears glistening on your hand as you did so. You swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding.

“Yeah it’s sad” You sniffled with a hoarse voice.

Matty decided not to bully you for it, instead he held you slightly tighter and placed a kiss on the back of your head. Matty found himself quite moved by the film and he was thankful that you’d made him watch it.

When the credits started rolling you turned to look at him and asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah it was really good” Matty said looking down at you. He noticed your eyes were slightly puffy from the tears that you’d shed, and he smiled down at you.

“New favourite film?” You asked.

At that Matty smiled and nodded, “New favourite film”

You looked up at him triumphantly and sent a bit grin his way before you turned normal TV back on.

Hours later, you ended up ordering a Chinese for your tea and you both ate like animals. You’d surprisingly had a really nice day with him. He didn’t try anything, and you got on really well.

“So, what’s going on in that brain of yours?” You asked him whilst you ate. Matty looked confused for a minute as to what you were talking about.

“Why were you still trying to get me into bed yesterday when you have Charlotte?” You questioned.

Matty rolled his eyes at your question and refused to answer.

“Oh, come on” You sighed. “It’s just me. I think we’ve done worse stuff than you telling me the truth”

“There’s really nothing to it” Matty sighed before taking another bite of his food.

You sighed as you ate, “Come on… there’s literally nothing wrong with Charlotte. Just stop fucking about and settle down with her”

Matty shook his head whilst eating and you rolled your eyes. You really just wanted to figure him out. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t keep something good when he had it.

“Seriously! What is the obsession with trying to fuck the whole town? The only thing you’re gunna get out of it is the clap. You won’t get a medal” You tell him.

Matty chuckles at that and shakes his head again, “I don’t wanna settle down with her”

You have to question him, “But why?”

“Because she’d not the one I’d wanna settle with”

“Why there’s literally nothing wrong with her. She’s really pretty, clever, and looks like a good shag. What more could you possibly want?” You question, trying not to laugh when he nearly choked on his food when you said that.

Matty started coughing and you let out a giggle. Matty took a swig of his drink and said, “She’s nowhere near as good as you for a start”

You rolled your eyes at that really not believing him. Matty continued before you could accuse him of lying, “I’m not just saying that, you actually are”

“And second… She really really not that clever. She didn’t even finish college” Matty told you.

You giggled at that and then sent him a questioning look “I’m sorry… How many GCSE’s did you get?”

You knew full well he got either 2 or 3 and Matty chuckled a, “Fuck off”

The banter was there between you and he was quite funny when he wasn’t trying to impress or undress you. He ended up staying another night which you definitely didn’t complain about. You knew you shouldn’t have really let him and him cuddling you all day was probably as bad as you sleeping with him again but you let yourself off this once.

The morning after, you felt a kiss on your neck that was intended to wake you up. You knew when he was trying to get your attention and you knew it wasn’t in a sexual way. He was just trying to wake you up nicely, so you didn’t get grumpy with him.

You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. You opened your tired eyes and looked at Matty.

His curly hair was everywhere, and he looked really cute. You sort of wished he didn’t say, “I’ve gotta go, I’ve not been home in three days”

You rubbed your eyes whilst you said a soft and tired, “Okay”

Matty smiled at you when you said that, and you sent him a soft smile in return.

You felt him get up and get his clothes back on. He must have taken his top and jeans off in the night and you didn’t blame him he was probably really uncomfortable trying to sleep in jeans.

You tiredly watched as he got into his clothes again and just from the fact that you were watching him get dressed alone meant that your brain wasn’t fully functioning yet.

That was the first sign and the second sign was the fact that you’d not stopped him when he leaned down and kissed your lips quickly. You smiled as he pulled away and he was grinning down at you.

Your brain then kicks in for a second and you send him a look and point your finger at him. Matty chuckles to himself and you shake your head.

“You can’t kick me out if I’m about to leave” Matty grinned and you let out a chuckle at that.

“Smooth Matt. Very smooth… Now get out” You say half seriously and Matty lets out a laugh at you.

“Come and let me out then” He says, taking your hand and pulling on it. You groan at his actions and close your eyes again.

“Don’t groan like that Y/N. I will stay and you know it” Matty states and you let out another longer groan but this time with a smile on your face, so he knows your joking.

You hear Matty sigh and you open your eyes again and he’s shaking his head at you. You giggle as he sits back down on your bed and he rests his head on your stomach. Your hands immediately find his hair and you twirl the strands around your fingers.

You loved his hair. It was thicker than George’s so maybe you did actually prefer Matty’s. Maybe you should have sat in Matty’s lap during truth or dare back in December instead.

But your choices led to him being here with you now, so it wasn’t too bad. You both stayed like that, silent, for a few more minutes and your eyes started to close again, and your movements slowed down.

“Y/N/N you wanna groan again so I’ve got something to think about whilst you sleep” Matty asks you and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he’s got a massive shit eating grin on his face.

You take your hand out of his hair and slap his forehead which makes a great sound. You smile at the feeling of him flinching at your abuse and then say an amused “Get out of my house Matthew”

At that Matty laughs and sits up and proceeds to pull the covers off you so you have to get up. “I hate you” You whine as he takes your hand and pulls you up and down the stairs to show him out.

Matty just leaves your house after dragging you down and opening the door himself.

“Excuse me” You shout as he takes a few steps down your driveway.

You watch as Matty turns back with a smile and steps back towards you. “You don’t spend two days in my house without hugging me goodbye. Especially waking me up before 10am when I don’t have to be up” You tell him, and he offers you his arms before they go around you.

You chuckle hugging him and he chuckles too. “I’ll see you soon” Matty says tightening his grip on you.

“Yeah I’ll see you soon” You chuckle squeezing him slightly tighter before letting him go.

You don’t stay at the door and watch him leave like a doting girlfriend. You immediately close the door and go back to bed to try and get more sleep. Thankfully it comes quickly, and you dream of things you really shouldn’t be dreaming about.

Matty Healy was not your boyfriend, but apparently he was in your dreams.

~*~*~*~*~*~

2 weeks later, you hadn’t seen or heard from the boys since the pub. George had texted you once telling you that they had a gig in the next few weeks and wondered if you wanted to come. Of course, you said yes, and he sent you all the details for it.

You got your shit together and redecorated your bedroom whilst you still had the free time to do it before you were due to start work. You completely changed everything around.

When you’d finished you had a lovely room that had a grey and white design. You painted all but one of your bedroom walls grey and got yourself new white furniture from Ikea that you loved.

You’d taken all of your old posters down, but you kept your fairy lights up because you still were a child at heart. And you did keep your Drive Like I Do CD and got a frame for it because you had no doubt that the boys would make it one day.

Other than that, you really made the most of your summer. By doing fuck all.

You lazed about whilst you still had the chance to, and you spent most of your time sleeping or eating. You did this at your friend's houses, and they did this at yours too.

Ava came to stay at your house for a week so she could see you, but probably more importantly she got to see Ross for longer than a weekend. You didn’t go with her when she saw Ross, but you did see him when he brought her back.

You got one of his amazing hugs before you let Ava say goodbye to him in private and you could tell by the end of the week she didn’t want to go. You didn’t really want her to go either. You’d missed living with her more than you let on and you secretly hoped she would move to Manchester so you could see her more often.

You’d gone into Manchester a few times to do a bit of shopping which you always enjoyed. You didn’t always buy something, but you always loved a good window shop.

And on one of the days you ran into someone you didn’t think you’d see until the next gig. You were in the Arndale browsing all the different shops when you thought you heard your name being called.

Your theory was confirmed when you heard “Y/N” being shouted louder this time.

You turned around to see Charlotte with a friend of hers that you didn’t recognise.

“Hey Charlotte. How you doing?” You asked her with a smile as you turned back and walked towards her.

“I’m good thank you, how are you doing?” She smiled at you just as her friend’s phone started ringing. She apologised and walked a few paces away so you could carry on chatting.

“Yeah I’m good, just relaxing until I have to start work in September” You tell her, and she confirms with you that you were actually going back to school.

“Yeah I start in September” You nod.

You were getting excited about starting work soon. It was the beginning of August now, so you were really excited that you were getting closer to start.

You chatted for a little bit and you forgot how lovely she was. She also looked really good too. Her make-up was perfect like the last time you’d seen her and you lowkey hated how pretty she was. But she was such a nice person, so you let her off.

her friend had just finished off the phone and she told Charlotte that her boyfriend was outside to pick them up. “Sorry Y/N, I've gotta run”

“It’s okay, I’ll see you at the gig next week, right?”

“What gig?” She asked politely looking confused.

“The bands gig. Did Matty not tell you?” You asked, rather confused.

She shook her head before telling you, “Oh I’m not seeing him anymore, he ended things”

“What?” You asked her confused as to why Matty would do that.

He had said multiple times at Christmas that he just stuck to one girl for a long while because it was easier. You really didn’t understand why he would break up with her and go through the ordeal of having to find another girl that wasn’t interested in a relationship and only in it for the sex.

“Yeah, he said that he wasn’t into it anymore and it felt forced or some shit like that. I don’t know we argued about it and I haven’t spoken to him since”

“Oh right. I’m sorry to hear that” You say, and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Don’t be. I’m over it, already found someone better”

“Well good for you. I hope everything works out for you” You smile.

She chuckled and said “Same… See you soon Y/N”

“Cya Charlotte” You smiled before returning to your shopping. You couldn’t believe it. Matty ending a relationship based on sex alone. You guessed things had changed.

You put the thought out of your head after that and decided not to dwell on it. Matty’s problems weren’t your own to sort out and you needed to stop being nosy.

Before you knew it, the week had passed, and you were getting yourself dressed up to go to the boy’s gig. You did your make up how you normally did and then got yourself dressed into a black top with laces that came down to the middle of your chest. It showed off your boobs very well and left just enough to the imagination. You also had on dark blur stylishly ripped jeans with black platform boots on to finish the look.

You loved how you looked and ended up getting the train into Manchester because the taxi fare would have been extortionate. You got there just after time George told you they were performing, and you smiled when you heard them playing from outside.

The boys had a gig in Satan’s Hollow which was a club in the middle of Manchester. When you got inside, they were singing She Way Out and you started singing along as you went to the bar to get yourself a few drinks.

You’d shown up late because you’d started drinking at your house, so you didn’t have to spend a lot of money to get more alcohol into your system. You were already tipsy when you ordered yourself a Sambuca shot along with 2 double vodka and cokes.

All you truly wanted was to have a fun night and listen to their good music. But you imagined yourself to be sat down as this happened.

However, there was already a massive crown stood around the boys and you couldn’t see them at all. So, once you paid for your drinks you pushed your way to the side of the room to try and get a better view of them.

It didn’t really work so you just ended up pushing your way to the front of them and Adam caught sight of you first because you were on his side. You reached the barrier and gave a little wave to Adam with your cups in your hands.

Adam smiled brightly and nodded his head at you as he continued to play along to the song that you recognised to be Chocolate. It was one of your favourites.

When you weren’t drinking you sang along to it and you danced a little. Not like in the kitchen with Matty doing all the fancy footwork you just shuffled along to the beat swaying your body and nodding your head.

“Right now, the next ones a new one. Literally brand new so enjoy it. Or don’t. I don’t really care” Matty shrugged then chuckled with a smile.

“Let’s go” Matty shouted then the music kicked it.

You already enjoyed it and you listened to the lyrics intently, “Rushing in a small town… I forgot to call you”

As Matty sang the song he seemed to enjoy it and you did too. You liked the thought of it. Having someone's complete attention was something you didn’t think you could ever do.

But as the lyrics continued on to the chorus something in your mind took you back to the other week when Matty was at your house. As you listened you questioned the lyrics. There was no way the chorus wasn’t about the night in you two had the other week.

You couldn’t believe Matty had written a song about you or at the very least a chorus. But you were still gobsmacked.

When the last chorus came around you had got back to a somewhat normal state and decided to just enjoy the song for what it was, and you nodded your head along to it. You couldn’t really take your eyes off Matty as he sang it.

You watched as he sang with his eyes closed and started flicking his hair about like he always did. God you really did love his hair. Why had you never playfully run your fingers through it like the morning he left your house when you shared a bed with him for practically 2 months.

As the song drew to a close, he started dancing about again and he make his way closer to Adam. But instead of his eyes connecting with Adam’s, they connected with yours and he smirked.

You bit your lip, tilted your head to the side and raised your cup as your way of cheering him on. The way you smiled also told Matty that you knew exactly what he was singing about and that you knew it was about you.

Matty didn’t care though. He didn’t write it to be a secret. He genuinely thought that much of you that you were enough inspiration to him to write a song about. You were a memorable part of his life.

Matty pointed at you and winked before spinning back around to his microphone and started flicking his head around to the crowd in front of him. You forgot how attractive he was whilst performing. God it was a slight to see.

And the fact that he was wearing an open shirt and his skinny jeans, really just made him more attractive. When he was dancing about, he always had his tongue out which just drove you slowly insane.

By the time the gig was over you were tipsy and horny. You wanted Matty and he knew it from the way he kept looking back at you.

So needless to say, once the gig finished, he put his guitar down and came and hugged you over the barrier. The hug was a tight one, you were both drunk, probably at the same level and you clung to each other for a good few seconds.

Once you pulled away from the hug though Matty dipped his head towards your lips and you didn’t even hesitate before kissing him back. You knew you wanted each other, and you briefly forgot about your rule of not just being someone’s shag anymore.

But it was Matty Healy. You just didn’t know what to do.

The kiss was messy, yet it sent the message Matty wanted. You were hot and bothered already so he knew after this you’d just be a mess for him. And he was right. You were.

When you parted, he looked into your eyes and said “Stick around for a bit”

You nodded signifying you would before George came over and shoved Matty out of the way to hug you. You chuckled as your arms went around him and you offered to help them get their stuff together, but George told you to just get yourself another drink and you could just chat outside when everything was sorted out.

Which you did end up doing and half an hour later you were chatting to George as he put the stuff in his car. You did help him bring the other smaller bits that he would allow you to bring outside and you had a quick but lovely catch up.

Just as George headed back inside Matty came out and with more stuff to put in George’s car and you smiled at him.

“You enjoy yourself?” Matty wondered just after he closed the boot of his car.

You nodded and smiled, “Quite the performer, aren’t you?”

At that Matty chuckled and pulled you to the side of the building away from the crowd of people that had come outside. Matty had a hold of your hand and as he lent back against the wall, he pulled you into him to stand in-between his slightly open legs.

His arms found their way around your waist and his hands clasped together around your lower back so there was no escape from him.

“Did you like the new song?” He asked you with a knowing look.

You bit your lip and nodded and Matty saw smile you were trying to conceal in your eyes. Matty’s eyes then flicked down to your lips and you lent in. His lips took yours like it was second nature and you got all excited when his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.

After a minute Matty’s hands had found your arse and you were pushing him back into the wall wanting as much of him as you could. You could tell Matty was getting excited too especially when he started squeezing your arse.

After you accidentally groaned into Matty’s mouth he broke away and kissed you in between what he was saying, “Please come back to mine… Please”

You kissed him again as you thought about it. You really wanted to, but you remembered what you told yourself.

You wanted to stop with the stupid one-night stands. You craved someone to be with someone who you could wake up with and spend more than just the night with.

You so desperately wanted a relationship but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon despite going on a few dates with a couple of different people Y/B/F had set you up with. You wanted to feel what you were feeling right now with the same person but Matty was your only option at the moment.

You pulled away and made sure he listened to what you were saying “This is the last night we do this. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t keep falling back to Matty. You needed to stop letting yourself. Yes, he was fun, but he wasn’t relationship material, and everyone knew that.

“Okay” Matty nodded before pulling you back into him and you let yourself fully go for him. You pressed yourself into him and his tongue was back to teasing your bottom lip before you knew it.

You felt your stomach drop when his hands started roaming inside your black denim jacket and eventually, he squeezed your boobs. You got excited but then a second later you broke away remembering something.

“You’re a cheeky fucker” You told him with a grin.

“What?” Matty asked with half a smile but it was mostly curiosity.

“Saying I lack a chest” You started to chuckle, because you knew it didn’t really matter but it was funny to bring up.

Matty chuckled at that and took another handful of them. You were thankful that his hands were under your coat so everyone else didn’t see him practically groping you in the street.

As he did this, Matty chuckled “No one knows it’s about you, but you. I had to play about with the truth. Can’t have them finding out, can we?”

You giggled at that before kissing him again and before you knew it you were on his bed. You’d forgot how good he actually was because you found yourself questioning why you only said one more night.

He actually was the best you’d ever had, and you tried not to find it depressing that it would be the last time you felt the way he made you feel for probably a long time. But that didn’t stop you from having a great night with him. It was definitely a memorable one despite you both being drunk.

You woke up the next morning and hugged the covers towards you because you were cold despite Matty’s warm body being right next to you. You both still wore nothing because you passed out last night from exhaustion before the thought even crossed your mind.

You fell back to sleep within minutes and you woke up, you don’t know how many hours later to the feeling of someone kissing you. You kissed back because when your brain kicked in you knew it was Matty.

He then started trailing his kisses down your neck and you smiled. This was definitely a nice way to be woken up in the morning.

However, when you your brain was fully functioning again you remembered the ultimatum you gave him. Last night was it and if you followed it on this morning it would just continue into an endless cycle.

So, when he started planting more serious kisses down on your chest you had to stop him before all your will power drained away.

“Matty no” You shake your head, softly pushing him away from you.

He looked down at you, pouting his bottom lip, “Why not?”

“Because if we start, we won’t be able to stop. And if we keep on doing this, we won’t be able to stop. You know what we’re like” You sighed.

“I’m not hearing any problems here” Matty chuckled.

He looked so adorable with his hair hanging over his face as he looked down at you.

“You know what I want Matty” You reminded him, shaking your head very slightly with a sad smile.

“Yeah I do” He smirked, dipping his head down to kiss your neck again and you had to pull him away when he started to kiss down your chest.

“Matthew” You chuckle trying to snap him out of it.

He lifted his head back up to yours. “Y/N”

“You know I want a relationship and you know I want a real one. And if I keep fucking you, I’m never going to find that” You said brutally honest.

It had to be said to remind both him and you. You wanted a relationship.

“Then just go out with me and then we can just carry on” Matty proposed as if the answer was obvious.

You shook your head at him becoming serious, “You’re not funny”

“I’m not joking” He tells you sternly and from the way he was looking into your eyes, you could tell he wasn’t.

“You won’t do a relationship” You shake your head at him.

For as long as you’d known him, he never had wanted a relationship. He just wanted someone to fuck.

“I could”

You let out a dry laugh at that, questionning, “Matty how do you expect me to believe that when you were exclusive with Charlotte and you came and fucked me for a weekend and then again a few weeks later”

You continued with, “You couldn’t even keep a just sex thing exclusive... What makes you think you could do anything near a relationship?”

“I’d do it for you” Matty tells you, his eyes looking sincere but you still had your doubts.

You sighed wishing it was true.

Not believing him, you say, “You’re too untrustworthy”

“It wasn’t official with Charlotte though. She just thought we fell into being exclusive because we had sex for a few months, but it was never said out loud” Matty tried to explain.

“Right okay, but we were never exclusive or whatever back at Christmas, but we were friends, right?” You asked him and he nodded down at you.

“Yeah, well, it hurt when you didn’t show up the day before I left.” You told him honestly.

Matty paused at that, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I upset you”

“It doesn’t matter. That wasn’t the point I was trying to make” You said trying to articulate what you meant. “I’m saying that in a relationship you have to go to stuff like that you can’t just ignore them and come running back for sex”

“Yeah I know that” Matty nods and it sounded like he was half offended that you said it in the first place.

“Well if you can’t do that for a friend, how do you expect me to believe that you’d do it for your girlfriend?”

“Yeah but I’m gunna be like that. I’ve never done the relationship thing Y/N/N” Matty told you and he almost sounded embarrassed about not having a real relationship.

“Yeah and can’t you see that to me that sounds really sketchy that you all of a sudden want one now I’ve said no more casual sex?” You ask him.

Matty just closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh for a second. He seemed to be collecting his thoughts, so you let him have a moment.

“What if I actually did want to try something with you though? How is it fair if you don’t even give me a shot?” Matty asked and this was the first time you’d ever heard him sound vulnerable.

You were taken aback, “I don’t know…”

Matty sighed and shuffled away from you slightly but you turned to look at him. He looked like he was debating telling you something.

Matty starts to explain, “That night at yours…”

“What you said about settling down with Charlotte actually hit me. I tried to give things a go with her, but she didn’t want to see me for anything other than sex. She didn’t wanna sit and talk like we did, or even watch a film… I ended thing with her because she wasn’t someone who was going to settle down with me” Matty hold you and it actually hit home.

“So, if you do actually want a relationship Y/N. I am willing to give it a try. We’re both new to it but, why not? I like you and you like me. The attraction is obviously there so why not?” Matty all but pleaded.

But you could see him pleading with his eyes.

“Matty, do you even like me like that?” You had to ask.

Because you’d been suppressing feelings for a long while and you just needed that answered. You could see yourself with him, and the thought excited you, but you wanted it to work.

“Y/N/N, you wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t like you” Matty explained and you actually believed him.

You gave yourself a good moment to think. You looked up to his ceiling as if the answers were written on it.

After a few seconds you sighed and looked back at him, “Right if we do this…”

“You give me your all… and we’re not treading into it. It’s boyfriend and girlfriend straight away and it is exclusive, just to clarify” You said spelling it out for him.

“We do all the things couples do, and I want it real. I don’t want it to be something forced and because you think you have to do it” You say whilst looking into his brown eyes.

“I get it. You want dinner and dates and flowers and nights in and everything in between” Matty explained as he looked into your beautiful eyes, and you nodded confirming what you wanted.

“I want real human connection Matty. I want to fall in love again” You said absolutely baring your heart to him.

You didn’t want it to sound corny, you just wanted him to know what it was for you.

Because you did think you could love him. You just needed to know if he could love you before he broke your heart.

“I can’t promise you that straight away Y/N/N. I’ve never been loved someone like that” Matty started. “But I’ll try. For you”

“Promise me” You tell him.

“I promise” Matty nods and looks down at you with a genuine smile before leaning down and pecking your lips. You smiled at his actions.

“I will fucking batter you if you hurt me in any way, shape, or form” You tell him truthfully because you didn’t think you could take it.

Matty smiled down at you. “I don’t doubt you for a second…”

Before pecking your lips again, he chuckled as he added, “Girlfriend”

“You better not, boyfriend” You chuckle copying him.

“I think George would batter you too, if I’m honest” You tell him and Matty nods.

“He definitely would” He smiled.

Your fingers find the hair on the back of his neck and you tug on it to bring him back down to you. Once your lips connect with his, there’s something different yet familiar about it. You did like him, and you guessed now you could let yourself like him fully. You just really hoped he wouldn’t break your heart.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Thankfully, Matty did live up to his word.

He was the prefect boyfriend, like better than the boyfriend you had before Uni. You honestly felt yourself slowly falling in love with him.

After telling the other boys and you told all of your friends, everyone seemed really happy for you. And Matty had been surprisingly normal about everything. He didn’t act overly affectionate towards you like you imagined; you just acted the exact same as usual but now the teasing was slightly more socially acceptable.

Matty constantly had his arms around you or had his hand resting on your thigh when you were sat down. You loved the interaction between you, and you liked how normal it left.

Like once you were all at the bar and Matty was next to you. He got a phone call and before he answered he quickly pecked your lips and apologised saying he would be back in a minute.

You never really expected him to do anything like that especially because you were in the middle of chatting to the boys when it happened. But you found yourself blushing at things like that when he did them.

Matty was even good with the dates. For the first one he took you to the cinema to see a chick flick of all films because he knew you wanted to watch it. He held your hand through the whole thing, and it was one of the cutest experiences of your life.

You also loved other different things he did. Especially when they reminded you that you were actually his.

One of these times you were out shopping in Manchester with him and he ran into one of his old mates. Matty stepped closer to you, putting his arm around you and introduced you to him as his girlfriend. You couldn’t stop grinning after he said that.

You obviously controlled yourself in front of Matty’s old friend but when you went your separate ways, all you could do was smile. And Matty seemed to take notice of it.

“What are you grinning at?” Matty questions, looking at you as you walked next to each other.

Your smile only got wider at that question.

“Nothing” You smiled.

“Nah… Come on. Why are you so happy?” Matty asked also grinning at you now.

He loved how happy you looked, and he could see the blush on your cheeks. You nudged into him pushing him away from you a second because you were embarrassed to tell him the truth. Matty laughed and nudged you back and took a hold of your hand.

“Come on… tell me” He said pulling you to a stop and he started rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Nothing,” You smile, before pressing you lips together to try and stop yourself from smiling. “You’re just very cute”

Matty looked at you curiously and smiled, “What so this is my doing?” before using his other hand to bop you on the nose with his finger.

You let out a giggle at that and nodded. Matty chuckled and grinned at you before asking, “What’d I do?”

“Nothing… You’re just cute” You smiled at him before leaning in for a peck on the lips.

Matty hummed into the kiss before he broke away from it because you were smiling too much. And you knew that’s why he did it because he started chuckling, so you laughed.

“I can’t kiss you if you keep smiling like that” Matty laughs and you couldn’t contain your giggle.

“Sorry” You smile before he tugs on your connected hands and you carry on heading back towards the train station.

But you especially loved the times when it was just the two of you. Not necessarily the sex, even though that was still a really fun part of your relationship.

You loved it when he would just show up at your door with some food and he would just sit with you and chat. He seemed to love you playing with his hair, so you did that a lot when it was just the both of you.

You loved that you would sometimes just sit in that position and talk for hours. Sometimes about nothing important but most of the time it was about life and what you’d both been up to.

You didn’t get to see him every single day which was fine. A real relationship started off slow. Not seeing the person every day but you like that Matty actually found the time.

And most of the time it was just to see you. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore. You’d both found the real connection that you both seemed to be craving. Everything was amazing.

Matty spent a lot of time at your house because your mum was away a lot and you liked having the house to yourself. Matty’s presence made you feel more at ease though when your mum wasn’t around because he distracted you from the silence.

And Matty stuck around even when your mum was home. The introduction went surprisingly smooth and your Mum only questioned him a little bit. She wanted to know the obvious, like how you met and what his intensions were.

Matty took the questions like a trooper and he definitely got on your Mum’s good side. He knew how to interact with the older generations well, probably because he had an appearance to uphold when he met his Mums co-workers.

You had also been round to his house to chill out with him properly too. You’d been introduced to Denise when you and the boys had a night in at Matty’s house.

She almost killed you with how tightly she hugged you when Matty told her that you were his girlfriend. It definitely hadn’t been mentioned before that night because she almost spat her drink out and ran over to you to greet you.

She was lovely and so was Louis who you thought was one of the cutest little boys you’d ever met. He seemed to take a liking to you after you first met because apparently, he’d asked Denise if you and Matty could babysit him one evening when Denise was going out.

The story made your heart melt and you made Matty tell his Mum that you would both do it. And you had a really fun night when you did. You stuck on one of your favourite kids’ movies that you knew Louis would just love and you were thankful that he actually did.

He said right in front of the TV and watched it whilst you and Matty were sat on the comfy sofa behind him. His house was huge, and you didn’t think you would ever get used to how amazing it actually was.

Matty was spread out over the 3-seater sofa with his head in your lap and he instructed you to mess with his hair as you watched the film. And you did because you were soft, and you loved messing with his hair.

For the past hour your nails had been scraping on his scalp moving his hair in all different directions and you loved messing it up. You also loved running your fingers through the curly strands but quite often your fingers would get caught in it and you’d have to pull on it to get your fingers loose.

You didn’t think Matty minded at all because you could see that his concentration was still on the film. But after a long while when his hair kept on getting caught in your grip Matty’s hand grasped yours.

You looked down at him holding your arm, so you paused your movements for a second. You smiled at him but also raised your eyebrows, silently asking why he stopped you.

“Y/N as nice as that is, you’re gunna have to stop before things turn R rated” Matty said and you forgot that pulling on his hair turned him on.

You blushed at that, taking your hands out of his hair and smiled at him. He chuckled smiling up at your cute face.

Matty sat up and softly placed his hand on your neck bringing his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet and lasted a fair few seconds before you pulled away.

Matty raised his eyebrows at you as to why you stopped the kiss and you whispered, “Can’t have you getting too excited before he goes to bed”

Matty chuckled giving you a knowing look before pushing you further down the sofa and quietly kissing you again. You giggled into the kiss as you sank further into the sofa but Matty silenced you with his lips.

After a minute you had to stop him, and he reluctantly sat back up and this time you made him play with your hair instead. And he did so until the film ended and at that point you were that relaxed you wanted to go to sleep yourself never mind Louis.

After the film Matty, sent Louis up to bed and he said goodnight to the both of you. He was adorable and gave you a hug before going to bed which was the cutest interaction in the world.

After that though, you expected Matty to be all over you but you just stayed watching rubbish TV with your head in his lap whilst he played with your hair. You loved nights like this. When you both just felt that comfortable around each other to just keep in your own little worlds and just have a basic interaction.

The feeling of his fingernails running over your scalp drove you slowly insane. It was such a pleasurable feeling, but you also found that it calmed you down loads.

At one point you definitely fell asleep as he did it and woke up about 10 minutes later when the TV got louder. You didn’t mind though because you felt the shift in the atmosphere a little bit after that.

Matty had started dragging his fingers through your hair knowing it drove you just as insane as you drove him. And Matty knew because your breathing had changed. You were taking deeper breaths to try and control yourself, but you were slowly losing it.

“Matty. Stop” You practically groaned.

When you said that though, Matty tugged on your hair harder which made you bite your lip before you looked round at him. You knew exactly what he was trying to instigate.

When his eyes connected with yours, you saw how dark they were. As he pulled you to sit up, you shook your head, “Matty we can’t”

Once up, Matty pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your arms hung around his neck when he asked, “Why not?”

“We can’t when were meant to be looking about Louis. What if he comes down?” You ask him.

“Y/N, he’s not coming down” Matty told you.

Just as you were about to reply his lips connected with your neck and you decided just let him have his fun for a little while. His lips grazing your neck drove you wild and it didn’t help when his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

He peppered kisses down your neck until he found the spot at the bottom where he knew you would cave straight away. Just as his lips started sucking in on the skin there your breath hitched and Matty knew he had you.

Especially when he brought one hand up to hold your jaw up, so he had all the space to explore your neck he wanted. “Fuck” You whine breathlessly before tugging on the back of his hair to try and get him to move his lips up to your own.

Once you finally got there, you felt like you were on fire. You couldn’t believe you were giving into him just because he’d tugged on your hair a few times and attacked your neck with his lips.

You made out with him for a long while until Matty tried to make things go further. He flipped you over so you were now lay on your back across the sofa and he was between your legs.

His hands had started to roam underneath your top and he dragged it up, so it gathered under your chin. Then Matty started to place his kisses down your body.

His attention was on your breasts for a long while. Marking them up in ways that left you gasping and panting wanting more than just his lips.

But Matty liked to keep you waiting. You initially weren’t going to give him this much but you were weak. He would make you wait slightly longer for the relief that your body was begging him for.

When Matty had finished teasing you with his lips, he thought he’d let his hands have a go. He started off by letting his fingertips make their way slowly down from your neck, over your breasts which Matty smirked at then you arched your back. Matty’s hands then they trailed agonisingly slowly down your stomach until they found the waistband of your jeans.

At this point Matty was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you. You looked amazing underneath him with nothing on your top half but the black lacy bra.

Matty bit his lip thinking of what to do next as he kept softly trailing his fingertips on your lower stomach. Half of it was teasing but the other half he genuinely wasn’t sure what to do next. He also wanted to savour the way you looked right now.

But just as Matty had made up his mind, he heard an all too familiar voice calls out, “I’m home”

The voice made you jump to say the least and Matty chuckled at how wide your eyes went. You immediately sat up and looked to Matty with a scowl.

You knew this would happen. You didn’t know why you let yourself give in.

“I fucking hate you” You scorned in a raspy voice when you heard the door slam closed.

Matty smirked down at you watching as you pushed your top back down. Matty sat back in his original seat and lay a pillow over his lap so you could rest your head back where it was earlier.

You quickly lay back down and calmed your breathing as you focused on the TV again that was now playing A League of Their Own. You felt Matty’s fingers start playing with your hair again about 10 seconds before Denise came through the lounge door.

You looked up round at her and said a, “Hello” and you also heard Matty say, “Hey Mum”

“Are you both alright?” She asked you and you smiled at her sitting up slightly.

“Yeah, were good” Matty nods before he removed the hand that was playing with your hair and he let it fall on your back, so his arm was now around you.

You sat up more and lent into him. Not because you were playing the innocent act but because you genuinely loved it when he was cuddly with you and wanted you closer.

“How was your night?” You asked her whilst you lent into Matty’s side.

“Awh it was really good thank you love; did you all have a good night? Was Louis okay for you?” She asked and you smiled at her.

“Yeah he was great. We went to McDonald’s for tea and then went bowling which Matty sourly lost at” You told her grinning, remembering how pissed off he was.

Denise smiled down at Matty looking annoyed at you for telling her that bit. But she also saw his lip twitching up when he saw that you were grinning. She listened as you continued.

“Then we came back and watched a film and then Louis went to bed” You told her.

“Sounds like you had a better night than me” Denise says, sitting on the end of the sofa.

“It was fun wasn’t it?” You ask, turning to look at Matty.

“Yeah it was alright” Matty smiled, looking into your bright Y/E/C eyes.

Denise loved what she was witnessing. Her son actually looked happy in himself for the first time in a long long time. She was happy he found you and that you’d seemed to tame him.

You smile at Matty and he looked so good. You got lost in his appearance for a second because of how good he looked with just the TV illuminating his face. God you were a lucky girl.

Just after that though Matty let out a yawn which made you yawn too. It was only like 1 you were never usually tired at this time.

You covered your mouth with your hand turning back to Denise and smiled at her when you finished yawning. “I better get going” You announced and lent across Matty to pick your car keys up off the table.

When you turned back around to say goodbye to Denise though she shook her head at you. “You can stay Darling, don’t want you going home alone to an empty house”

“Only if that’s okay with you” You told her just wanting to double check.

“Y/N, you can stay whenever you like. It’s nice having another girl around. I’m starting to feel very outnumbered” Denise chuckled.

“And I’m sure Louis will be thrilled when you’re here for breakfast” She smiled.

“Thank you, Denise” You told her sincerely and Matty stood up and then pulled you up too. He kept a hold of your hand once you were both stood.

“Goodnight” You smiled at Denise.

“Night Mum” Matty smiled before pulling you to the door.

Before either of you made it out though Denise called after you, “Goodnight kids. Keep the noise down when you get up there”.

You knew what she was alluding to straight away.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment and you turn back to Denise saying, “Don’t worry he’s not getting any of that. I’m going straight to sleep”

She laughed at your comment and said goodnight again which you repeated back to her. Matty pulled you upstairs with his second sour face of the evening and when you got to his room you jumped on his bed.

“Can I borrow something please?” You asked him and Matty nodded.

He found an old baggy shirt of his that you happily took from him and he gave you some of his pyjama shorts that you were certain he hadn’t worn for years.

You got changed quickly and got yourself under his warm covers as Matty undressed himself. He ended up cuddling himself into you and you smiled when he kissed the back of your head before saying, “Goodnight”

“Night night” You said and fell into yet another blissful sleep with your boyfriend by your side.

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runenc03 · 6 years ago

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More than just a friend (a seaycee oneshot)

Writing date: september 2018

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

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"Would you look at that, the lovebirds finally decided to join us!" Julian's voice brought a color to Kaycee's cheeks. He wasn't entirely wrong. Her and Sean were late for their camping weekend. A few weeks ago, she, Tahani, Tati, Josh, Bailey, Kenneth, Sean and Julian decided they needed something to look forward to, other than their dance classes. So, they agreed upon going camping this weekend. Everything was settled: where they were going, what they were going to eat and who would bring what. She'd looked forward to this weekend so much that she couldn't get it out of her head. But when Sean called her this morning to ask her if she could come over and help him bake cookies before they went to their camping place, she just couldn't say no. After all, every moment they spent together was a moment to cherish. So, she packed her stuff and went to Sean's. They laughed, took funny pictures of each other and ate dough till their stomachs hurt.

When they were together, it was easy so forget the time.

"I'd shut your mouth if I were you, Julian. If you stop embarrassing Kaycee right now, I'll think about giving you one of the cookies we baked today." Sean's deep voice shook her out of her thoughts. She sent him a thankful smile. After Sean's 'threat', no one made fun of them anymore, who would risk not getting Sean's famous cookies anyway?

***

It was one of the best nights of her life. One filled with old stories, laughter, dancing and singing (everyone sang off-key, except Sean of course). Right now, they were sitting around the huge bonfire they'd built. While she watched the flames of the fire reflect in her friends' eyes, it occured to her that this was the happiest that she's ever been. All those emotions made her shiver.

"Hey, are you cold? Here, put on my sweatshirt." Sean said in a worried tone.

"Oh no, it's n-"

"Nonsense. Here, the fire will warm me up, it's no problem for me." And before Kaycee could comprehend what was happening, Sean had pulled his 'Lewser'-sweatshirt over his head, leaving him in his T-shirt, and gave it to her. Smiling, Kaycee took it and put it over her head. Of course this whole thing didn't go unnoticed by their friends, who couldn't help but tease them a bit. Kaycee couldn't care less. Sean's sweatshirt felt nice. It smelled like him.

***

"Don't be surprised if you can't wake me up tomorrow, I'm exhausted!" Bailey's jawnes were contagious, and Kaycee couldn't hold hers back anymore. "Yeah, me too, I'll sleep like a baby tonight!" Suddenly, all the boys except Sean began grinning, while the girls looked a bit guilty. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get a good night sleep, Kayc", Julian smirked. "Yeah, very cosy!", Josh agreed with his friend. Kaycee raised an eyebrow.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing Kayc, just saying you look really tired."

" I don't believe a word of what jou guys are saying, you're acting way too mysterious for it just to be 'nothing'. Seriously, what's going on?"

This time, Tati began speaking: "We're really sorry Kaycee, Sean, but, well, we uhm..kind of forgot about you guys while we arrived and immediately began stuffing the tents with our sleeping bag and things like that. Bailey, Tahani and I are sleeping in one and Kenneth, Julian and Josh are sleeping in the second one. That means there is only one tent left for you two to sleep in. Only when we were done unpacking, did we realise our mistake, but then the boys didn't want to rearrange everything that we'd done, saying we put too much work in it already and they wanted to take a nap. And, well, we figured jou guys wouldn't mind, because you've been best friends for ages..."

Tati fell silent, not really knowing what else to say.

'Well, it wouldn't have been awkward', Kaycee thought, 'if I didn't have feeling for my 'best friend' and if we wouldn't have been flirting for at least six months. But there's nothing we can do about it now. Time to quit being a baby and face the facts!'

"I guess that's...okay...of you're okay with it of course, Sean." Julian snorted, but Kaycee decided to ignore it.

"Yeah, that's n- I mean, I don't mind."

"Great! Now that's settled, can we please go to bed?" Bailey asked. Agreeing murmurs filled the air, and soon everyone had gone inside their tents, leaving Sean and Kaycee standing beside eachother awkwardly. "Well...shall we go to our tent then?"

"Oh, yes, of course." She followed Sean to their tent. The awkward tension between them stayed while they arranged their sleeping bags beside eachother. Suddenly, she heard a zipping sound behind her. She turned around to look at Sean, who was zipping open his sleeping bag.

"What're you doing? Aren't you going to get cold?" She knew that of the situation hadn't been so awkward, he probably would've said something along the lines of 'you can keep me warm then', but they both felt way too awkward to flirt right now.

"Nah, I can't sleep in a sleeping bag, I always feel...trapped, I think. Trust me, it's better this way."

"If you say so..."

"Look, Kayc, I don't want things to be awkward between us. Let's just sleep back to back and then wake up tomorrow and forget about this. I don't want it to destroy what we have, Ricebowl."

"What we have, huh?", Kaycee said with a smirk. Sean's little speech had brought back her confidence a bit. Sean just ignored her statement, but Kaycee could've sworn she saw him blush.

"G'night, Kaycee"

"Night, Shamu"

***

When Kaycee woke up, 3 things immediately came to her mind: 1, she wanted to eat something 'cause she was hungry. 2, she didn't want to go get it 'cause it was way too early to get up and 3, she was also way too comfy to ever leave her...where actually was she? She was definitely not in her bed, this was way comfier. But then what was it that she was laying on? Then she remembered: they went camping, she and Sean came too late and that's the reason she had to share a tent with him. It had been awkward 'cause it'd just be the two of them. They'd agreed to lay back to back and she'd snuggled in her sleeping bag, but that was definitely not what she was laying on right now. So that could only mean...startled by her sudden realisation did she open her eyes. What she saw made her eyes go wide in shock. While she slept, she'd somehow gotten out of her sleeping bag. Now she was laying partially on top of Sean, while her head was nuzzled in the crook of his neck. One of her arms hung beside her, while the other one laid on Sean's chest. She could feel his steady heartbeat. Realisation hit her, and it occured to her that while her heart screamed to just keep still and enjoy the moment, it wouldn't be fair towards Sean. He wasn't in control of his actions right now. So with that in mind, she began carefully peeling herself off of her best friend. She didn't get very far, however, 'cause soon a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist and forced her to her original position.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Kaycee thought that this was her dream and she could wake up any moment, in her own cold sleeping bag. She wanted to stay like this forever, pressed against Sean while his raspy morning voice made her insides tingle. She got goosebumpes just thinking about it. Sean apparently felt that, 'cause he said: "Are you cold? Here, get under the sleeping bag" and with that, he opened his eyes and saw Kaycee laying incredibly close to him with a face that was half confused, half super happy. Her face triggered his memories, and he realised that he'd only dreamed that they were dating and he didn't have any right to wrap his arm around her like that. He immediately let go of her, and started to apologize: "I-I'm so so sorry Kaycee, I didn't mean to-" but Kaycee cut him of: " It's alright Sean. Actually, I should apologize. After all, I'm the one who laid on top of you, not the other way around. I wanted to get off of you, I didn't do it on purpose and I'm very sorry for waking you up like that so early."

Sean was shocked by her sudden change of attitude. Normally, his Kaycee (as he secretely called her in his head) was always cheerful and never afraid to speak her mind and be 100 % herself. The girl he was facing right now was so different: She was flustered, had a guilty expression on her face and was apologizing for something he could've only dreamed of happening, someday. She couldn't feel guilty for laying close to him, he decided. In fact, this was the perfect opportunity to tell her the truth. It was a win-win situation, he realized. He could finally get his feelings out of his system and, regardless of her returning those feelings, she'd at least feel not as guilty about what she did.

"Kaycee Caitlin Rice, I sincerely hope you're not going to hate me after what I'm going to say. I didn't mind you laying so close to me at all. In fact, I really, really liked it. I- God Kaycee, you make me feel things I didn't even know I was capable of feeling. When you're next to me, I feel so much happier, so much more alive...you're the only one who can let me feel that way, and I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. That's also the reason I won't ask you what you think of me. I'm not asking you to go out with me or to date me. The last thing I ever want to do is pushing you in a relationship you don't want to be in. You'd feel unhappy and I could never live with myself knowing I made you unhappy. I just want you to know what I feel for you. I'm done beating around the bush. I won't ever ask you anything in return, I just want you to know that you're the most incredibly girl I've ever known, and I'm extremely thankful to be able to call you my friend."

As cheesy as it was, Kaycee couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. She knew her parents loved her, and her siblings and her friends, but never in her entire lifetime had someone told her their feelings for her so passionately and sincerely. It made her whole body go warm and her heart swell with adoration for the guy who was so close to her right now, both litteraly and figuratively. He deserved to know how she felt. He deserved to know why she always stopped flirting at some point, like there was some invisible line she never crossed. He deserved to know why she was so distant one minute, and so attached to him the other. He deserved to know how important he was to her.

"Sean, I need to tell you how I feel too, 'cause I don't think you understand how much you mean to me. Isn't it obvious that I have feelings for you too? I'm just so scared Sean. Scared of what the whole world is going to say about us...you know, dating. I mean, they're already shipping us like crazy. And while I don't mind that, there are also a lot of people who think we're way too young to date someone. People who think we should focus on our career. I'm still working on not caring about their opinions. If I were to have a relationship with you, wich, believe me, sounds like heaven, I wouldn't want the relationship to suffer because of my insecurity. I just want jou to know that it's something I know I need to work on, and I'm going to do just that. Because believe me, I love the prospect of showing how we feel about eachother to the whole world, without being afraid of what they're going to say. And I'm incredibly grateful that you want to give me the time I need for that."

Throughout her speech, Sean had gotten a wide smile on his face. He finally understood her now. And she had feelings for him too! He litteraly couldn't be any happier right now.

"I'll gladly wait for you. A million years if I have to. I'm happy that in the meantime, I get to be your friend."

"Oh Sean"

Kaycee snuggled even closer to him, enjoying Sean's hand gently rubbing her back.

"You're already so much more than just my friend."

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Thanks for reading! I wrote this a pretty long time ago and I feel like my writing has gotten better since then, but it still holds a special place in my heart for being the first English story I ever published (this is originally from my wattpad account)

Rune xx

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weasleyimaginewheezes · 7 years ago

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George x Reader / Home

A/n This is just some fic I wrote between writing for requests. You wouldn't believe the amount of random notes on my phone written at 3am when I get an idea. This was from one of those notes. Anyway it’s just a fluffy little George fic that I found adorable and I’m actually proud of myself for this one :). A/n

Word count: 2,453

Warning: Swearing.

“Here we are.” The conductor tipped his hat as you stepped off the knight bus, you’re wand securely in your hand. He ushered you off the bus quickly. “Come on, Come on. Places to be.” You rolled your eyes as you hopped off the last step, he threw your trunk down after you and told the driver to step on it. Shortly after the bus faded, rain poured down from the nights sky instantly drenching you.

You took a deep breath and squinted through the dark. Instead of taking your chances you lit the end of your wand, quite frankly you couldn’t give a shit if the ministry pulled you up on it. After what you’ve been through, you just needed a friendly face and the only one you wanted to see was in a building not too far from where you stood.

You made you way through the muddy field to a tall slightly skewed building in the distance, it grew taller as you came closer and you could see two of the windows lit up. You sighed in relief at the indicator of occupancy, you were worried that there’d be no one home, that maybe they’d gone away. A figure walked past the window as you heaved your case up the steps leading to the front door. You knocked twice hoping you wouldn’t wake anyone up. The rain had dampened you to the bone and you began shivering as you heard hushed whispers on the other side of the door. Just as you were about to give up faith, a small friendly looking woman whom you recognised as Molly Weasley opened the door with a smile before concerned etched on her face at your appearance.

“Oh dear come in, you’re shivering. Poor thing.” She pulled you in and sat you in a cosy armchair. She reignited the dying fire behind the grate with her wand and placed a blanket around you. You didn’t even now if she knew who you were but the amount of hospitality was more than you had ever experienced from home. It made you smile as the warmth of the home sank deeper into your skin. Molly sat with you as you drank a hot cup of tea.

“I’m so sorry to intrude,” Molly shook her head. “I’m-“ but before you could introduce yourself Molly had completed your sentence knowingly.

“(Y/n) I know.” At your inquisitive look, she smiled. “George never shuts up about you.” You blushed at the thought of George telling his mum all about you and smiled back. Molly noticed the colour of your cheeks and laughed a little to herself. Young love.

As she studied you more closely she noticed the tear marks on your cheeks and the puffiness of your eyes. Her look become concerned once more.

“If you don’t mind me asking you dear,” your head turned to her from where you had been watching the fire roar. “Why are you here at such an hour?” You had been expecting that question it was midnight after all. You took a deep breath and sighed.

“Well, I- um. I got into a fight with my parents and I,” Your voice shook with anger at the memory. “I ran away.” Molly looked on with sympathy at you. Sure she fought with her children but she could never imagine being the one to drive them out of the house. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go and I remembered George telling me about his home and his family and I don’t know I just wanted a friendly face.” You admitted, your gaze was intently focused on the dancing orange flames of the fire. Molly got up and patted you on the back.

“You can stay here as long as you need.” Mollys voice was kind, a sweet remedy to the voices you had heard earlier. You looked up at her, shocked at her offer, she didn’t even know you except from George introducing you both briefly on the platform. As if she had read your thoughts she smiled and said, “any friend of George’s is a friend of mine.” He face then turned slightly saddened. “Unfortunately I have two of Ron’s friends staying as well and there isn’t a lot of room so would you be okay sleeping in the sofa, dear?” You nodded reassuringly just thankful for the warm place to sleep and thanking your lucky stars you wouldn’t have to catch the knight bus to the leaky cauldron.

Molly transformed the sofa into a makeshift bed with comfy pillows and so many blankets. You thanked her and to your warm surprise she patted your cheek lovingly as if you were one of her children. You got under the nice warmth cocoon of blankets and thought about the boy who had been most present in your thoughts all summer and how you were only a short distance from where he slept. T made you smile to think of his reaction in the morning. And then the memories of your parents yelling in your face, screaming at you were brought to the forefront of your mind. Eventually you fell into a pretty restless sleep.

“Oh my god. Georgie look who it is!” Fred was yelling in a hushed whisper as he watched the girl sleep on the sofa. His face was gleeful.

George gave a large yawn before he rose is eyebrows in confusion at his brother’s tone. It was in the early hours of the morning and Fred had insisted that he and George go down for an early morning snack and to play a prank on Ron because why not?

George was irritated at his brother but as he made his way over he saw his girlfriend (y/n) fast asleep on the sofa snuggled in blankets and his whole mind went blank. He wanted to wake her, ask her why she was here and kiss her but she looked so peaceful and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Fred on the other hand, who had noticed George’s hesitation nudged the sleeping girl calling her name before running back upstairs as quickly as he could with an armful of snacks.

“Wha-? What’s going on?” You woke up after someone had painfully nudged your arm, yawning widely and blinking rapidly to wake yourself up. You saw George standing in front of you looking unsure of himself before he knelt down beside you and smiled.

Your stomach fluttered pleasantly at that smile and you gave a sleepy one back. He brushed a messy stand of hair behind your ear. “Hi.” You laughed at his simple greeting.

“Hi back.” He joined in with your awkward little bout of laughter. Neither of you was really sure what to say but you were both happy to see each other.

“(Y/n) what are you doing here? I thought you were at home for the summer?” The word ‘home’ resounded in your ear and you gave a small sarcastic laugh. That place hadn’t been home in a while. George had noticed and became confused, you had only been dating for a couple of months but had been friends since you started Hogwarts. You’d never told him about your home life.

“Well, that was the plan.” You sat up straight and averted your gaze to anywhere but his beautiful freckled face. “I got into a fight with my parents and it- it didn’t end well.” George sat down next to you and held you hand, he knew you’re parents were a sore subject. You smiled sadly at the gesture and looked back at him. His warm brown eyes encouraged you to go on. “I found out that they were death eaters a while back.” You expected a shocked gasp or for him to pull his hand away but he didn’t, if anything his hand squeezed tighter. “And I tried to get on with them the best I could because they were still my parents you know.” George nodded. “But last night, everything escalated. They started saying how disappointed in me they were and how I was a disgrace because of who I was friends with.”

George looked more worried and guilty at this, knowing you were talking about him and his family. Your heart fell at the sight but you just looked at him more sure through your now inescapable tears. “But I said I didn’t give a fuck what they thought and that they were just evil death eater scum who didn’t care about me.” George’s eyes widened in surprise and shock at your words and you nodded. “Then they tried to convince me to join his cause and i-“ you words sparked your anger and your fist clenched. George reached out to grab it, calming you down.

“And then I packed up and left because I knew instantly in that moment that it wasn’t home anymore. I got the knight bus here at midnight and your mum was so kind to me even though she didn’t even really know me.” George nodded knowingly, making a mental note to thank his mum later. “This was the first place I thought of because I needed a friendly face and yours was the only one I wanted to see.” You voice shook with emotion as you caressed his face. He nuzzled his cheek into your hand and kissed it sweetly making you smile.

“I’m always gonna be here for you (y/n).” George’s voice was quiet but it carried so much sincerity and meaning that you couldn’t help falling into his arms. He held you close to his chest, kissing your head and silently cursing your damn parents.

At some point you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms much to Fred’s amusement. His laughter woke you both up. You rolled your barely awake eyes as everyone arrived downstairs and came to see what was so funny. You begrudgingly untangled yourself from George and glared at Fred as Ginny and Hermione cooed at your cuteness and harry and Ron joined in with laughter.

All went quiet when Molly came down the stairs and looked curiously at the group. Almost in a comical fashion, everyone’s eyes widened as George woke himself up properly with a large yawn, confused at what was going on he turned to see Molly coming towards you both and blushed. You knew he hadn’t told his Mum hat you were dating purely because of what she was about to do next.

She squeezed you both into a tight hug and squealed in delight. Once she broke away she glared down at George with her hands on her hips as the group dispersed around the sofa. “Why didn’t you tell me you was dating lovely (y/n)?!” George sank down into the cushions and you had to stifle a laugh. Molly hit him lightly on the arm before laughing and dragging you up by the hand. “Oh this is wonderful news!” She clapped her hands together as you blushed alongside George who groaned in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry.” George shook his head as you laughed at Molly who began to excitedly cook breakfast. You just kissed him soundly on the cheek and he smiled. Fred made an ‘oooo’ sound which prompted Molly to hit him on the side of the head before she smiled at you both again.

Breakfast was so delicious that in your opinion it rivalled Hogwarts massive banquets of food. You gulped it all down and thanked Molly gratefully. George was trying to eat as quickly as he could, Molly had insisted you sit together and was constantly asking you both questions about your relationship. “So how long has this been going on?”

“A couple of months.” Fred smirked, shrugging as his brother threw a piece of bacon at him which Fred picked up and happily ate. George glared at his twins mischievous smirking face.

“Months?! Why am I only finding out now?” Molly narrowed her eyes and you stuttered before Fred answered for you both again.

“Isn’t it obvious mum.” Molly turned her head towards the oldest twin in confusion. “You’re totally embarrassing.” Fred ate off his plate again as Molly looked down at the table.

“I guess I am but I just want you to be happy.” She reached across the table for George’s hand who smiled at her humbly. “You know you’re the first girl he’s ever brought home.” Molly smiled at you as George glared at her.

“More like the first girls he’s ever had the opportunity to bring home.” Fred laughed as George turned his fully pointed glare back to his twin. Molly disapprovingly looked at Fred as though she was the only one who got to embarrass her son before swishing her wand to clear the plates. Fred attempted to cling onto his as one half of a sausage remained on his plate.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” The plate pulled until Fred had almost mounted the table. He eventually gave in, wistfully watching the food float away. He huffed and crossed his arms as Molly just laughed.

“Sorry Fred but you’d already eaten half of George’s as well.” Fred and George looked between each other shocked. “Yes I saw George give you all his potatoes.”

“Only cause he didn’t want them, I was doing him a favour!” Fred and Molly had begun to lightly argue in the kitchen area as you all got up from the table laughing. But George remained seated, you asked him what he was doing before being he grabbed your wrist and pulled. You fell into his lap laughing and looked at everyone else who didn’t really seem to care what you were doing so you enjoyed it.

George kissed you, your laughter dying in your throat as you settled into the feeling of his lips. They tasted of salt and bacon making you smile. Molly interrupted by clearing her throat making George look away with a red blush matching the colour of his hair on his cheeks and neck.

“Sorry,” Molly smiled before becoming more concerned. “(Y/n) do your parents know you’re here? Should I contact them?” You shook your head with a frown.

“No don’t bother.” Molly furrowed her brow and after you nodded ensuring it was fine she left to clear up the kitchen.

George turned back to look into your eyes as you sighed sadly at the thought of your parents. He cupped your cheeks and smiled sweetly at you. “I’m sorry about your home.”

“Don’t be it was never really home anyways, my heart’s been somewhere else for a while.” You stroked his hair with a large smile and somehow George knew you weren’t talking about the Burrow or Hogwarts.

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taronfanfic · 7 years ago

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ABER

Masterlist

Chapter 4

I could get used to this. The freedom, the lack of responsibilities, just doing what I want, when I want… Do you know how many places in New York claim to do the world’s best cup of coffee? Too many is the answer. I’m sat in one of those places now, giving my feet a rest from this morning’s site seeing. No one needs to hear about the view from the Empire State Building but I’ll sum it up in one word for you: Lonely. The prices on the way in were a bit of a giveaway: Family, Couple or Groups. Nah, just me thanks. I went, I saw, I didn’t bother with the t-shirt. Maybe the generic tourist stuff isn’t what this trip is going to be all about for me…

I tell you what was good though – dinner last night. As soon as David said it was on him I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Riverpark. Fancy as fuck but totally worth it just for the view over East River alone. He said he wanted to wine and dine me and that’s exactly what happened. He’s been saying a lot of things in the past 48 hours actually… We’ve reminisced a lot. We’ve joked a lot. We’ve in a roundabout way covered my recent dating history or lack thereof. That was a fun one… For a while I was… hesitant? Confused? Dubious? Uncertain? (all of the above) about his genuine intentions for this trip, but last night he not so subtly revealed his true game. Let me explain.

Phase 1: Subtly drop hints about me being in his bed before the end of the week with an added over the top wink so he could play it off as a joke if everything backfired.

Phase 2: Insist on me staying in his bed. No wink this time. Cocky.

Phase 3: “I’ve never known anyone turn down a cosy spooning opportunity.” Followed by innocent promises of his offer being just a spoon and nothing more. Yeah yeah, I believe you.

So with his plan slowly unravelling before my eyes was I brave enough to resist his invitations? Well after a couple of bottles of expensive wine and a few extra drinks in the hotel bar last night, to put it simply: no. I went and climbed right in didn’t I! Now here is where things get awkward. I’m likening this to when you don’t hear what someone’s said to you and you ask them to repeat themselves. You have a maximum of 3 chances to understand what the hell they’re on about before you have to smile, nod, and pretend you knew exactly what they said. Asking them to say it a fourth time is just weird. So picture this…

I’m the pyjama wearing little spoon, comfy as anything after a brilliant evening, enjoying the physical closeness and warmth of having another human fitting perfectly in behind me. I’m smiling to myself thinking he was right all along, this is nice, it is innocent and pure and god I’ve missed the feeling of being held by someone. But then David forgot to tell his penis that he wasn’t invited to our private spooning party and he popped up trying to join the fun. What a dick!

So here’s where things get awkward. I know David’s aroused. He sure as hell knows he’s aroused. He also knows that I know because there’s no mistaking that his cock is pressed firmly against my arse!! So now the countdown begins. Either I get up and return to my sofa immediately, or wait for him to make a move before politely rejecting him and then returning to my sofa. Simple. Except neither of us moved. Fair play to him, he was sticking to his word. Just spooning, nothing more. Self-restraint is an impressive quality to have. So now it was on me to wriggle out from his grip and say goodnight. That was all I had to do, but why oh why was I failing to move a single part of my body. The longer I lay there the more it looked like I wanted something else to happen. But my naïve wine-fuelled-brain picked that exact moment to drop the bombshell thought into the front of my mind:

So this is what he really meant when he said he wanted some company whilst traveling.

Why he’s chosen me is anyone’s guess. People like me don’t sleep with people like David and that’s just a fact. He’s a 10 and I’m a 4 on a very rare good day. We are worlds apart and it’s sheer coincidence and luck that I even know him in the first place. So after an awkwardly long time spent being spooned by him and his not so little or subtle friend, I finally got my shit together and shuffled across to the edge of the bed, mumbling a ‘sleep well’ as I stumbled back to my sofa in the dark and worked out what to do next.

I decided I was going to play it cool and act like nothing had happened. Neither of us mentioned it this morning and somehow things weren’t awkward either. Result? Fuck knows, but what I do know is that he won’t be getting any of that anytime soon. Not because I don’t want to, girls would kill to have the opportunity to climb him like a tree and ride on his branch. He’s fit and I’d just be disappointing so I’ve got to prove a point. I never came on this trip with that in mind, it wasn’t even close to being on the cards as a possibility! So if he’s made it his mission, probably thinking I’m an easy target, I’m going to play the long game and make him work for it!

BADQ x

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“Don’t get too comfy, we’re going out in a bit.” Taron started to tidy up the room service plates and move them out into the corridor.

“What? I was planning on chilling out tonight, reading some of my book, watching a few episodes of Game of Thrones or something.”

“It’s a last minute invite that’s come through and I can’t really turn it down. The director for the film I auditioned for this morning is hosting it so if I can get in with him then it should up my chances of getting the role.” Taron started to look through the wardrobe and pulled out a crisp white shirt.

“Ahh, schmoozing time! I’m gonna leave you to it, but good luck.” You lowered yourself down to a more comfortable position on the bed and picked up your book.

“The bar is only down the road, so I was hoping you’d come with me. It won’t be a late one.” He placed his shirt and black suit trousers down on the end of the bed as you watched from over your book.

“But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what all women say to try and get out of going to things.” He turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out the pale pink dress you’d brought, holding it out to the side as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes. “Please come with me.”

“Urgh! You don’t give up do you?”

“Not when I want something, no.” He smiled back as he handed your dress over to you and pulled his tshirt off over his head.

“I’m going to have to talk to people too, aren’t I?” You sighed, really not feeling in the sociable mood.

“Yes, but it’ll be the same old small talk questions for most of the night. How long have you known me, how do you like New York, what do you do, what are your plans…”

“My favourite!” Your sarcastic tone drew a concerned look from Taron as he sat down on the side of the bed.

“Is it really that bad? I thought you wanted to experience this side of things too?”

“Yeah, but I’m not going to have good answers for those kind of questions. Especially now I don’t even have a job!”

“Don’t worry about that, you’ll probably never see any of these people again so it really doesn’t matter what you say… you could make it all up and they’re not gonna know are they!?”

“I suppose.” You shrugged your shoulders back to him, still not sold on the idea.

“You could be… an author working on your first novel… a journalist?... a blogger! You are technically a blogger now so that wouldn’t even be a lie! You’ll be absolutely fine and I’ll be by your side doing 99% of the talking anyway. Please, Y/N.” His hand was resting on your lower leg, his eyes locked to yours, his chest temptingly bare. You hadn’t come on this trip to sit in hotel rooms doing exactly what you’d be doing at home, so why were you trying to refuse another great offer from Taron?

“Is it a free bar?”

“Yes.” He laughed softly. “I should have just told you that from the start, shouldn’t I?”

“Makes all the difference.” You smiled as you sat up and picked up your dress.

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thedappleddragon · 4 years ago

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last night I dreamed that I was an archeologist tortoise and I was looking at dozens of “human” skeletons in Buckingham palace that was also my backyard. the skeletons all looked like combo human and turtle because the whole torso looked basically like the first google image result for sea turtle skeleton. then my sister woke me up, giving me a comforter and telling me my mom need help with some things. cleaned up around the living room and did some laundry and boiled some eggs and made meatloaf and swept the floor. the meatloaf turned out surprisingly good, idk what I did differently. I evemtually went back to my room and tried to remember what I wanted to do today. last night as I was falling asleep I told myself that I was gonna clear off my desk so I could finally use it, so I moved some stuff around and set up my laptop. I havent been able to sit at a real actual desk in SO LONG and its SO NICE to have just like a space where I can sit down and work and have a chair that will support my back instead of sitting cross legged on my bed or laying down while doing stuff on my laptop. it almost makes me feel productive even I'm just playing the sims. I feel especially cool when im just typing out whatever bullshit because it makes me feel like im at an office job typing up ~important documents~ :) idk man I think quarantine has changed me lmao. if im getting this many emotions from just being able to sit down at a desk and do ANYTHING idk how im gonna handle collage. I keep calling whetever im doing (playing the sims, scrolling through Tumblr, typing up this summary of the day) work because it just. feels nice sitting at a desk and typing. even if it’s dumb bullshit!! idk how to describe it I just feel amazing. it makes me feel like im writing a paper with all the horrible parts like research and thinking. the sound of typing on my MacBook makes me feel like im in school again, but without the horrible stressful parts. idk mn I know I've been going on about this desk and stuff for too long and im gonna hate it if I eventually read back through these daily logs but I just feel so nice. ill change topics anyway. I hung up my calendar again! I literally didn't have any open wall space aside from maybe the wall behind my bed but why the hell would I put a calendar where I can't see it. instead its kind of hanging above my closet. I pinned it to the wooden board in the “doorway” (idk what other word to use) where there would normally be sliding doors that open and shut if they hadn't been taken off YEARS ago. I also played a lot of the sims 4, juggling aspirations for 5 sims. I quit because I got frustrated that all my sims are dumb and the ai Is buggy and doesn't let me do what I want them to do. I also plopped in a house on my family’s old lot and spent some time adjusting the colors and the trees and adding those paper craft cieling things that can either have stars or leaves or snowflakes that came in the free winter holiday stuff pack and holy shit as soon as I found those I think they became my new favorite decoration item. I threw them everywhere but eventually took down most of them, leaving some leaf ones in the bedroom. I was gonna move in a family of a bunch of young adults and children to help with the first kid’s serial romantic aspiration and one of the twin’s social butterfly aspiration, but I ended up not doing that in favor of just decorating more and playing with the family some more. one thing I realized while playing is that there are fucking MICE in my CIELING. well not really in the cieling, in the attic, but I can hear them chewing on shit and its sucks. I would turn on a fan to drown out the noise but my room is fucking FREEZING. I threw the blanket back over my window hoping that it would keep heat from escaping but I don't think that really did anything. so after freezing my ass off I got fed up and put on fluffy socks under normal socks, wore my owl onesie as pants over my shorts, put on my comfy (oversized hoodie), and threw a fluffy blanket over my shoulders. thankfully I was pretty cozy after that, but as I type this after taking off the cosy and blanket, I can feel my toes getting cold again. damnit. ANYWAY after quitting the sims for the night I ate some salad and got a heart shaped crouton :) and I scrolled through Tumblr for a bit. then I decided to finally work on the paws my friend wanted. but I couldn't find the pattern so I instead worked on the brown paws instead. I could only work on them so much, since I still have to finish the lining before I can do much else. I attached the backs of the fingers to the back of the hand. I didnt get much down but what matters is that I did SOMETHING. I'm gonna keep an eye out for that pattern that I need, and if I cant find it, I'll just make a new pattern. tbh I think thad’s be the better way to go anyway since I wouldn't have to figure out how the fuck the old one goes together and I can also have a pattern that perfectly fits the foam underneath. also tbh i have mixed feeling about the white paws my friend wants. I like how dextrous they are and how easily you can emote and move your fingers, but I dont like how ovular I made the paw pads and the hints of black thread peaking out where I sewed the pads from the back. I WOULD just remake them with the free curl works pattern im using for the brown paws but I figure I might as well finish this pair since there’s already one done and the foam interior is already made. whatever. I dont wanna think about it too much. I also dont like the head that goes with the paws, it was a fish job in comparison to my first head and I kinda hate it. but I think I'll eventually get some longer fur for the neck and a hair poof and cheeks (maybe) and do a little refurbishing and give it to my friend if she ever wants it, since it matches the paws and all. I have lots of plans for my 2 WIP heads but not all the materials/motivation. plus I just need to let the ideas stir before I do unything, making sure they’re goof before I act on them. I'm exited that I can shave down fur relativey easily and evenly without an electric dog shaver, which opens up a lot of opportunities. anyway as I was working on the brown paws I had TAZ on in the background and it still baffles me a little bit how different griffin and Matt mercer operate as dms like holy shit. its really funny. and it got me thinking about how I wouldn't mind dming for my friend group if he chance ever arose. I DO have the forgotten realms campaign setting book. I haven't actually looked at it but I assume it has a few pre-built quests and plot lines n stuff in it. I'll probably take a better look at in the morning when it’s not 1:40 am. dang now I'm thinking about my Minecraft dnd idea again. I think the real problem keeping me from being a dm is that I CANNOT keep a straight face when doing improv/roleplaying, so I dont know how well I could hold together a world for them to play in. I would love to give it a try tho. not with the Minecraft idea at the same time, fuck no. I would need to do like. a classic vanilla dnd experience the first time, maybe even using our tiefling family characters since I'm at least a little familiar with them. can you dm and also play your own character? is that fair? is that a think you can do? I think that could be fun but also hard to juggle and also maybe kinda suck because you’d already know all the answers to all the puzzles. meh. actually now I kind of really want to look through thet book tonight instead of in the morning. also I mentioned overnight oats a few days ago I think, and the first morning it was kinda gross, the second time I ate it was still a little gross texture wise, but I finished it off tonight and it was pretty good. maybe next time I'll try it without the banana and a little less milk and maybe slice up an apple into little cubes for texture. hell yeah peanut butter apple cinnamon brown sugar overnight oats. that sound pretty dang good actually. I'll try that some time, but I dont think I can right now because I dont think we have any apples in the house. phooey. I should also probably put this oatmeal cp in the sink before it becomes impossible to clean. holy shit how long have I been writing? SEE THE DESK MAKES ME JUST WANNA KEEP WRITING AND WRITING FOREVER I FEEL SO PRODUCTIVE EVEN IF IM NOT DOING ANYTHING PRODUCTIVE!! I love just typing and typing forever its so soothing just hearing the tapping of the keyboard and getting my thought out without actually having to think that hard about it. goddamn im never gonna read back through this this is a nightmare lmao. no paragraph breaks no capitalization no nothin. I dont even wanna stop typing even though my arm is starting to hurt a little but from leaning the edge of the desk. now im thinking about the movie soul again and the cat as it rides on the escalator to the great beyond and how that dude in the band was the main characters student and how that scene with the girl trying to quit music and then immediately changed her mind didnt make any sense. like what the hell I dont understand that scene at all. also thinking about the transition where he’s like “ok repeat after me” as he’s in the cat and the camera goes over the mom’s shoulder and it’s just him talking, I like how they did that instead of doing dialouge between him and the cat. idk man. I think maybe I should stop typing now since my body is starting to hurt. sorry for putting this H U G E wall of text on your dash but I just like typing out my thoughts :) goodnight!

edit: OH I forgot to talk about something else!! last night I was thinking about valentines day and how cute it would be to have a little overall dress in the pattern on one of my childhood blankets, its like a light pink with white hearts on it so I looked up some fabrics and none of them were the right pattern. I also looked up a sewing pattern that I think would look nice and its on sale right now! I totally want to try and make it, but fabric is expensive so I think I might look at dollar tree for fleece baby blankets because I know they have them there, I bought a few a while ago for some plush sewing projects. they’re decently sized so I think I could do it.idk how many I would need to buy tho. or I might go to goodwill and look for a pink sheet? I have a thin pink blanket that could theoretically work but I want to use a planet im not attached to. or even just find a few big shirts in the same shade of pink? then I could maybe line it with something. I have red purple and white satin but that’s literally the worst fuckin fabric in the world to work with. my first experience with sewing was trying to make plushies out of satin and holy hell idk how I did it. anyway even though I literally never wear dresses I think it would be a fun project to try and make myself a cute little valentines dress. :) I could even give myself POCKETS >:)))

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #long post #I think maybe I should tag my daily shit with something like 2021 journal? idk im lazy so we'll see #January 2021 daily #2021 daily

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johnny-j-suh · 8 years ago

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Falling for you ( Ong Seongwoo scenario )

Hi everyone!

So this is my first Wanna One imagine starring * drum rolls * ONG SEONGWOO. I came up with a Soulmate!AU because i’m a cliché and also a sucker for those.

Prompt : In which you’re born with half a tattoo on your body and the tattoo only becomes a whole when you meet your soulmate.

Genre : SoulmateAU!

Warning : None.

Word count : 2,781

It kind of sucks but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyways! Also I apologize in advance for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language but please feel free to point it out so i can improve.

You plopped down onto the mattress without bothering taking off your jacket. You just came home from your parents restaurant where you helped around all day since one of the employee broke their arm and couldn’t work anymore. The room was only lightened by a lamp on your bedside table projecting shaking shadows on the walls. The rain pouring outside soothed your tired body as you suppressed a yawn, streching your heavy and sore limbs. You rolled onto your stomach, absently scratching the mark on your left shoulder. Your tattoo looked like some sort of compass, ornated by a black and white circle in the middle of the tattoo, reminding you of the yin and yang sign minus the dots in the drawing, it was encircled by three circles and adorned with precise lines running up half your shoulder, leaving the other half irretrievably bare and empty.

You lazily propped yourself on your elbows and opened your laptop, automatically logging on the forum you spent most of your time on.

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has entered the chatroom * [11:27pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Ong are you there ? I had the most exhausting day ever and i need to relax. [11:27pm]

* ItsOngNotHong has entered the chatroom * [11:29pm]

ItsOngNotHong : What is it that i hear? Do you, perhaps, need me ? [11:29pm]

You chuckled at the boy’s dramatic antic, sitting properly on your messy bed. The noise of the city drifting through the open window, somehow made you feel less alone, and as your tattoo itched again you imagined what life would be like with a soulmate. Today was the kind of long day and exhausted that makes you question every single thing you’ve ever done in your life, if you’ve ever taken any good decisions at all. At only 19 years old, you were already making a statement of your short life and, as you stared blankly at the computer screen, lightening your tired face with its sharp light, you caught yourself wondering if you really wanted to meet your significant other.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : I don’t even know why i come up to you first when i need to laugh. [11:30pm]

ItsOngNotHong : Because i’m really, amazingly, extremely, overwhelmingly funny ? Also you don’t have friends. [11:30pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Okay first of all you’re really, amazingly, extremely, overwhelmingly stupid and second of all i do have friends, ask Daniel we texted all day. [11:31pm]

You met Daniel through Ong who introduced you to one another as Daniel also spent time on the forum, less than Seongwoo though, who, despite being a college student, seemed to have a lot of time to waste.

ItsOngNotHong : You text him more than me... :( [11:31pm]

ItsOngNotHong : Stop stealing my best friend. [11:32pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Hahaha are you sure he’s not your soulmate ? [11:33pm]

You sit back, tapping your fingers against your knee. You’ve only been talking to Ong for about a year but to you it felt like more than that. You’ve always found him quite entertaining and careless, something you could only admire as the introvert you were. Chatting through forums helped you show a side of you you were too shy to share with the real world. It made you feel less lonely. Ong made you feel less lonely. Although you denied it for quite a long time, this boy was the sole reason why you were reluctant about meeting your other half. More than that, you were afraid he would find his before you. You were scared he would leave you. Ong made you feel supported and listened, and his kindness towards you never failed to make your heart flutter.

ItsOngNotHong : Do you want me to send you memes of me and Jisung ? We went to a horror house and the pictures taken inside are GOLD, Jisung screams like a girl. [11:34pm]

Of course Ong, as the confident boy he was, had already sent tons of pictures of himself and his friends, you even knew all of their names by now, and calling him handsome wouldn’t do justice to the beauty that is this man. He just had the kind of overflowing charisma that drows you like a butterly to the light. And you wouldn’t mind burning your wings. You often caught yourself wishing for Seongwoo to be your soulmate, seeing how you two matched so well, before pushing the thought to the back of your mind whispering to yourself how stupid you were. You didn’t even know where his tattoo was situated, let alone what it looked like. You never really talked about soulmates anyway, sometimes joking over Daniel being his potential soulmate but it’s always as far as it would get.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Stop playing, i bet you were even more scared than he was. [11:34pm]

ItsOngNotHong : I’m a manly man Y/N, i don’t get scared. [11:35pm]

You could easily imagine Ong swelling his chest with pride, a silly smile playing on his bright features.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Don’t you scream when you see bugs tho?? Anyway sleep is calling, talk to you tomorrow :) ? [11:36pm]

ItsOngNotHong : IT HAPPENED ONE TIME! And to be fair that mosquito was really huge... Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams. [11:37pm]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has left the chatroom * [11:38pm]

Seongwoo sat back in his chair, staring at the red dot next to your username. Somewhere in the appartement, he could hear the soft melody of Sewoon’s guitar, one of his roomates, playing. He sighed, putting his hands behind his head, exhaling slowly. His eyes trailed over your words one more time, imagining how your fingers would look like, dancing on the keyboard, a small smile on your lips as you read the words, his words, he wrote for you.

Ong Seongwoo was whipped. And he very much knew it.

'’ You know, you should think about confessing to her, i’m tired of seeing you look at your computer like a kicked puppy whenever she leaves the chatroom. ‘’

Guanlin snickered at Daniel’s comment, not bothering to look up from the television where a pretty tough mario kart game was displaying, both boys engulfed in the game, racing like their lives were on the line.

‘‘ Yah Guanlin-ah, don’t you have a soulmate to take care of instead of hanging out in our dorm and disrespecting your hyung ? ‘‘

Guanlin sticked out his tongue, out of pure concentration, slightly bending to the right to master as best as possible an arduous turn.

‘‘ Can’t. Seonho is at a family meeting and won’t be home until Friday. ‘‘

‘‘ Are you really not going to confess though ? ‘‘ Asked Jisung curiously, plopping on the couch between Guanlin and Daniel. Ong sighed for what seemed like the thousand time in five minutes, absently tracing the rain drops on the window with his long fingers.

‘‘ How could i ? I don’t even know if she lives in Korea nor if i’m her soulmate. Hell she could already have met hers ! I would look like a complete idiot... ‘‘

Jisung patted his shoulder, looking pitifully at his friend.

You tightened your jacket around your shivering form, one hand burried deep in your pocket while the other was busy checking the message you just gotten from Ong. Spring was coming around but the strong wind bitting your sensitive skin made you feel like it was still the middle of January. You regretted leaving your scarf at home.

* ItsOngNotHong has entered the chatroom * [10:14am]

ItsOngNotHong : Hey Y/N, are you sleeping ? [10:14am]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has entered the chatroom * [10:15am]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Hi, no i’m not! But aren’t you supposed to be in class right now ? [10:15am]

ItsOngNotHong : I’m pretending to take notes on my computer, Minhyun has been threatening to rat me out to the teacher since i started playing Super Mario 20mins ago. [10:16am]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Yah Ong Seongwoo, don’t you wanna graduate ?! [10:16am]

ItsOngNotHong : Of course i do! I’m just counting on my natural talent ;)[10:16am]

ItsOngNotHong : Hey what about you ? Aren’t you in class at this hour ? [10:17am]

You pushed open the door’s restaurant, greeting your mother with a hug as soon as you got in. At only 8 in the morning the restaurant was pretty much deserted. A soft song was playing in the background, perfectly matching with the cosy atmosphere of comfy homemade food restaurant on a rainy day.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : I only have class this afternoon, so i’m gonna help my parents with the restaurant until school starts. [10:18am]

ItsOngNotHong : Such a nice and helpful girl, that’s the Y/N i know! [10:19am]

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a giggle, while making your way to the locker room to get your apron and your name tag.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : lol, my shift’s starting soon, talk to you later loser. [10:20am]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has left the chatroom * [10:20am]

ItsOngNotHong : So cruel... :( [10:21am]

‘‘ Ah really, that was the most boring class ever ‘‘ Jisung started complaining as soon as the class ended, earning himself a death glare from the teacher. ‘‘ Also i’m so hungry, my stomach kept growling during the lesson. ‘‘

‘‘ Daehwi and Samuel texted me asking if we wanted to eat at that ramen place downtown, next to the mall. ‘’

Daniel texted them back confirmation after the trio agreed on going there. Ong drove his two friends at the place, since he was the only one with a driver licence, Jisung claiming that he kept riding his bike to ‘‘ protect the environment, thank you very much ‘‘ when really he had just given up after failing for the 5th time.

It was about twelve when they arrived at the restaurant. The rain had stopped pouring and the sun was peering behind a curtain of gray clouds. From what Ong could see from the bay windows, the restaurant wasn’t too crowded, way less than the mall where people kept flooding in and out the building like a river stream.

Ong took off his hood, flattening his messy brown hair with his hand. He looked at his reflection in the glass, his chocolate brown eyes meeting the back of a girl setting a plate in front of a customer. At the sight, his tattoo started itching, sending chills down his left arm. Seongwoo paid it no mind, absently scratching the compass through his thick layers of clothes.

The three boys entered, immediately spotting Daehwi and Samuel, both waving at them with a grin plastered on their faces. Samuel and Daehwi were both a year younger than them, but that didn’t stop them from hanging from time to time, when they weren’t busy with finals or any other college activities. The two soulmates greeted them happily, their shooting star marks both visible on the back of their hands.

Seongwoo gazed at their matching tattoo, wondering what Y/N’s mark looked like.

The day went by smoothly, as you took care of your customers, mostly regulars and a handful of college students as Seoul’s public university wasn’t far. Soon, noon kicked off and your stomach woke up, growling like a hound. Taking it as a cue to take your break, you went to the back, a cup of instant noodles in your hand.

‘‘ Ah... Eating cupped noodles in a ramen restaurant, if that isn’t a shame. ‘‘

You wolfed down your excuse of a healthy meal, feeling the warmth of the chicken broth warming up your insides. You jumped on your feet as your heard the door bell ring, signaling the arrival of new customers. You walked to a table at the back of the restaurant, occupied by four boys, a seat remained vacant but you knew was occupied for the jacket laying on the back of the sofa.

‘‘ Hi guys, what can i get for you ? ‘‘ You slightly bowed at them, a pen in one hand, ready to write down their orders.

A boy with blond hair, who looked a few years younger than you, stated all the orders, his hand remaining locked with the boy next to him who was softly smiling at what looked like his soulmate, as their tattoos indicated.

‘‘ I’ll get that done for you as soon as possible ! ‘‘ You smiled gently at the couple, bowing once again at the group of friends before turning around, still scribbling the drinks they previously ordered.

As your turned tail, you didn’t notice a boy going full speed on you, his eyes focused on his overfilled glass of water while you didn’t glance one bit from your notebook.

You felt your body jerked away as a cold wave of water came crashing on your sweatshirt and face, splashing your notebook at the same time. You let out a scream before you stumbled on your feet and ended up on your butt, soaking wet.

‘‘ What the he- ‘‘ You glared at the person who got you in this miserable state and froze mid-sentence, mouth wide open, water dripping from your hair. The guy finally looked down at you, stopping his movements right on track, his left hand halway outstretched to help you get up on your feet.

You quickly rose up, taking in the features of your internet friend, still in shock. If the guy was charismatic on picture, he was drop dead gorgeous in rea life. His brown hair was messy, his bright chocolate brown eyes widened in shock, mouth agape, his perfect white teeth visible.

‘‘ O-ong ? Is that you ? ‘‘ You suttered, unaware of the questionning looks of the four boys in the back.

Seongwoo’s face broke into a huge grin before he engulfed you in a hug, whispering how jinjja, daebak it was to finally meet you. He apologized a few times asking if you were okay as you wiggled away from his arms, embarassed and worried you might get him wet too. You felt your shoulder and whole body heat up at the contact, but ignored the tingling in your arm as you proceed to wipe the water from your notebook.

‘‘ I can’t believe we’re finally meeting and the first thing you do is spill water all over me. ‘‘ You laughed, voice still trembling from the shock.

‘‘ Wait you’re Y/N ? THE Y/N from the forum ? ‘‘ Asked Jisung, whom you recognized from meme pictures Ong sent you a while ago.

‘‘ Ong won’t shut up about you ! ‘‘ Added one of the blond haired guy, mockingly smiling at a frozen Seongwoo behind you.

You awkwardly laughed at the boy’s sentence, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks.

‘‘ Guys stop bothering her. ‘‘ Seongwoo whined. He handed you a napkin, apologizing once again for running into you and spilling his water on your clothes and notebook. You stripped off your sweatshirt using the napkins to absorb the little water that went on your tank top. You heard a hand clasped against a mouth as Samuel let out a loud ‘‘ Oh!! my!! god!! ‘‘ earning few disapproval glances from customers.

You lifted up your gaze curiously, your eyes catching a glimpse of your mark now brightly shinning, sending waves of heat in your shoulder.

‘‘ You’ve got to be kidding me... ‘‘ Whispered/yelled Daehwi as Daniel signaled to everyone to look at Ong’s mark that was shinning as well under his gray shirt.

You felt your heart stopped and quickened as you took a proper look at Ong’s tattoo that had the form of a compass, with a black and white circle in the middle, lines and circles graciously running up his muscular shoulder. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you could’ve sworn the whole restaurant could hear it.

Soon enough the shinning ceased, leaving two full and identical marks on your respective shoulders.

‘‘ D-do you mean that... ? ‘‘

Ong Seongwoo was your soulmate. Your internet friend, to whom you developped genuine feelings for, was your soulmate. The guy who just spilled water all over you was your soulmate. Jisung got you out of your trance as he got up on his seat and yelled that one of his best friend had just found their soulmate.

The restaurant exploded with applause, cheering for the two of you as you looked down, furiously blushing at the sudden attention. You felt a hand wrapped around yours, squeezing it lightlty, you looked up, meeting with a lovely pair of deep chocolate eyes.

‘‘ So now, I guess you could say you fell for me, right ? ‘‘

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