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All I Need

Chapter 5

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

Saturday Morning

Gracie: Bitch! Are you awake?

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

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

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

Hypocrite.

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

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

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

Y/n smiled at her excitement.

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

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

Y/n: What do you mean?

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

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

A chat? What on earth could they talk about?

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

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

Gracie: Yay!

Y/n: Grace?

Gracie: yeah?

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

Gracie: ydm?

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

Gracie: okay 👀👀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit.” Grace gasped.

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

“What’s wrong with him?”

Y/n was just confused, “Nothing?”

“Y/n…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Colour?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Y/n faked not knowing.

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

“Fine, I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

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

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

“No.” Y/n desisted.

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

“Part of…”

“Sure.”

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

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

Fucking hell. “Grace!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If I thought Paul was suitable for you…”

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

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

“Which was?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grace hugged her, trying to show her support.

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Sunday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, oh…” she exclaimed excited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia cried with excitement. “Mommy, mommy!”

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

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

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

Y/n couldn’t look at Matty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee, please. I’ll be right back.”

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

White gardenias.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not!” Y/n contradicted him.

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

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

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

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

He appreciated her factions. “Yeah?”

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

Matty was taken aback by her innocent question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I heard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nah”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why me first?” she whined.

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

Y/n muttered. “Rat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop calling him that then!”

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

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

“What if he did?”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

His heart marching to the rhythm of hope.

“I’m not sure” Y/n told him, sincere.

“Mhm”

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

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

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

“You don’t have-”

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t…hate it, entirely…”

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

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

“Please do” he exclaimed, suggestively.

Y/n cheeks turning red. “Shut up!”

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

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

“You let Grace influence you too much!”

“I don’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friends?

He shook his head, lifting himself up.

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

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

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

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

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

“I see.”

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

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

“Daddyyy…” she was making grabby hands.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.” Amelia said in the cutest tone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were playing with fire.

“One.” he breathless said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He closed his eyes tight.

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

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

Who was he trying to convince?

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

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

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

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pastriibunz · 6 months ago

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Anyways- now onto the AUs :D

I ended up choosing the Kai in HF murder drones au(Murder…Kai?), but if you want i can tell you about the Disassembly Drone Kai au too :D

Ok, so here’s the lineup(so far):

Kai as Uzi

Max as N(Serial Designation M)

Grace as V(Serial Designation G)

Alice as J(Serial Designation A)

Lex as Doll(I forgot to mention her in the lore, but she’s a Worker drone whose family was killed by V and is now a serial killer of sorts. She is also a host of the A.S)

Deb as Tessa(one of the few humana that we see in Murder Drones. Yup. Totally a human.)

Paul as Khan(I am. So sorry. But Paul is gotta be a shitty parent in this au. I am sorry Paul)

Emma as Nori(Supposedly dead, killed by murder drones. Another host of the A.S)

Ms. Holloway as Yevana- I am not sure i spelled her name right( Pamela is not gonna be Lex’s mom in this au because Lex would probably be happy to see her mom dead. So let’s just say that she and Hannah got adopted by Duke and Holloway. Another host of the A.S)

Jason as Thad(we love Thad in this house)

Steph as Lizzy

Pete as that one guy whose head was one fire(Rest in peace)

Richie as that other guy who got killed in episode 4

Charlotte Sweetly as Alice

Ruth as Cyn

The LiB as The Absolute Solver

and also CCRP as JCjenson(in spaceeee)

Now, first i want to explain how the A.S works in thie AU:

(since we know next to nothing about the Absolute Solver, I have decided to take creative liberty. Also note that i know nothing about how programs works so all of this could be incredibly stupid)

Different Lords in Black = different types/versions of the A.S(also note: Abilities and level of control the host might have over the A.S depend on the version)

Webby(A.S.Version 1.0): You get almost all the abilities of the A.S, without having to fight for control of your body! Isn’t that great? I’m sure whatever ability that you won’t have isn’t important! Host: Ms. Holloway, Emma

Wiggly(A.S.Version 2.0): Depending on the host, level of control may vary. But over time, the host can learn to control it(or they can try to appease the wrath in hopes of gaining more control, but it won’t do much good). Oh yeah i forgot to mention. Despite how much you might try to completely control it, it can still influence you, and turns your anger or frustration or grief or anything to wrath. Yay

Host: Lex

Blinky(A.S.Version 2.5): It’s similar to wiggly, but it’s practically harmless. I mean all it wants to do is watch.

(Former) Host: M

Tinky(A.S.Version 3.0): Default version of the A.S of the murder drones. Gives you(almost) full autonomy. Version of A.S that ruth CCRP(in spaceeee) used to turn the D.D’s memories to soup.

Hosts: M, V, A

Nibbly(A.S.Version 3.2): A sub program. The reason why A.S hosts need to drink oil. Nobody knows whose idea it was to add that, but it exists.

Hosts: Literally anyone who is an A.S host

Pokotho(A.S.Version ?): Most powerful and uncontrollable version of A.S. Either you can sorta control it, or it will fully overtake you(like ruth). Only version of A.S that will give you an A.S form- which is very similar to the murder drones, though it is more organic and life-like.

Hosts: Kai, Ruth, Emma(former host)

Anyways I realize that this is getting quite long and that it is currently 1:00am here so I will continue info dumping after i get some sleep(this guy will definitely not sleep and will continue to stay awake for the rest of the night looking at the ceiling in hopes sleep comes)

DUDE THIS IS SO COOL!!! SHITTY PARENT PAUL NOOOO also yeah. get some sleep

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denimbex1986 · 1 year ago

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'Before his life-changing call from director Christopher Nolan, his sensational performance as the father of the atomic bomb in Oppenheimer, and the well-deserved Oscars buzz following the film’s release, Cillian Murphy spent nearly a decade portraying working-class Brummie gangster Tommy Shelby in Steven Knight’s British crime drama, Peaky Blinders.

Inspired by the real-life gang of the same name, the six-season series followed the Shelby family’s business dealings, relationships, unsavory acts, and pursuits of power in Birmingham, England, 1919. Thanks to compelling writing, word of mouth, a Netflix streaming slot, and standout performances from a stacked cast — especially Murphy’s — what started as a small show on BBC Two in 2013 grew into a global phenomenon.

Oppenheimer’s immense scale and widespread acclaim may have solidified Murphy as a household name, but in the years leading up to the monumental project, Peaky Blinders allowed him to meticulously refine his craft, wholly inhabit a character, and take his acting prowess to the next level. A decade after the riveting series premiered, Tommy Shelby remains one of the actor’s most indelible roles — a truth even more impressive when you learn that Murphy wasn’t Knight’s first choice for the Peaky protagonist.

That’s right. The 47-year-old Irish actor nearly lost the role of Tommy Shelby to Jason Statham, but a text sent to Knight post-audition, which read, “Remember, I’m an actor,” changed everything. Ahead of Peaky Blinders’ final season, Knight told Esquire he “never forgot” Murphy’s show of confidence. Despite the clear departure from his appearance and past roles, the actor was sure he could embody the physically imposing, virile gang leader. And he was right. “It’s a cliché, but no one else could have been Tommy Shelby,” Knight admitted later in the interview. “It would be absurd. It was as if Cillian was always waiting.”

Since Murphy first rode through the gritty Birmingham streets on horseback sporting a fresh undercut and a razor-trimmed cap pulled over his eyes, the role felt as bespoke as one of Tommy’s signature three-piece suits. On the surface, Murphy nailed the Birmingham accent, convincingly knocked back lowball glasses of whiskey, confidently handled a gun, and seductively smoked thousands of cigarettes on set. But his abilities to access and expose the deeper complexities, contradictions, and PTSD of the broken World War I veteran were particularly profound.

As the leader of the tight-knit Shelby clan, Tommy was a commanding, ambitious, fiercely intelligent force; an enigma who routinely committed despicable acts, but possessed enough potential for good that he repeatedly gained empathy from viewers — with help from Murphy’s charisma and authentically pained portrayal. Haunted by flashbacks of France and fueled by booze for a majority of the series, the Peaky Blinders leader perpetually grappled with a restless mind and stained soul, while guarding a heart capable of immense love. He was, all at once, completely unafraid of his own death and terrified of losing others. And since business was always personal, his family became his greatest strength and most sizable weakness.

A fraternal feeling and the sheer weight of familial responsibility shone strongest in scenes with Paul Anderson’s Arthur, while Tommy’s intimate relationship with Helen McCrory’s Aunt Polly — which deepened and shifted on the daily — peeled back his layers and offered glimpses of vulnerabilities. Tommy’s shell was undeniably softest with Grace (Annabelle Wallis), the woman who made a tea drinker, father, and eventual fortress out of him. Through small talk and genuinely sexy sex scenes, heart-to-hearts and heartbreak, and the brutal gut-punch of unexpected mourning, Murphy tapped into the full range of human emotions to convey and process the love and loss of Tommy’s wife. He never fully recovered from her death, but devastating breakdowns after the loss of Polly and his daughter Ruby proved he was still able to feel.

Murphy effortlessly exuded swagger, showed subtle humor in moments like the famous “no fucking fighting” scene, and slipped into pure panic at the drop of a hat. He loudly expressed grief in palpable scenes, such as Tommy’s brush with death in the Season 2 finale — when he almost had (and lost) “fucking everything” — or the bone-chilling final seconds of Season 5, when he hopelessly held a gun to his head, emitting a guttural scream born from insufferable trauma and fury. But despite the grand outbursts, so much of Tommy’s emotions were expressed without words; through Murphy’s facial expressions, jaw clenches, silent spirals, and intense gazes from his deep-set ice-blue portals.

Whether Tommy was strutting through smoky streets in solitude, leading grand shootouts with adversaries like Luca Changretta (Adrien Brody), digesting Alfie Solomons’ (Tom Hardy) verbal acrobatics, recovering from ruthless beatings, chomping on a leaf with his toddler, or battling his inner demons, Murphy’s performance was mesmerizing. Over the course of Peaky Blinders’ run, the actor brilliantly resided in the middle-ground between hero and villain, light and dark, and savior and sinner. And without fail, he flawlessly found his way back under the multi-faceted character’s skin after substantial filming gaps and major projects like Dunkirk and A Quiet Place Part II. In the 36 hours we got to spend with him on-screen, Murphy delivered a career-great performance, crafting an incredibly lived-in character, while masterfully evolving alongside him.

A decade after Peaky Blinders first premiered, it remains a razor-sharp series that boasts Knight’s brilliant storytelling; captivating characters; stunning set design, wardrobes, and haircuts; a killer soundtrack led by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ “Red Right Hand”; and a cast that was firing on all cylinders. The series’ legacy is as strong as the Shelby family in their prime, and when the credits roll on the dark final season — one made considerably more challenging by COVID-19 and the real-life death and mourning of McCrory — you’re reminded again that no one else could have been Tommy Shelby; that Cillian Murphy, as promised in his post-audition text, is one hell of an actor.'

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supernovafeather · 1 year ago

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What Could Have Been

Leto Atreides x F!Blind!Reader

Content : mutual pining, friends, mention of war, injuries, death, angst, fluff.

Summary: After almost losing Paul and his best friend on Arrakis, Duke Leto tries to get answers.

The long forgotten sound of raindrops finally graced your eardrums again. After a few seconds in this world your formerly blind eyes started to water at the emotions overwhelming you. It felt so familiar, so comforting. Even the scent of grass and the iodized sea scent found their way to your nose one again. The sky may have turned grey but it only emphasized the green tones of the grass and bushes that managed to grow here and there between the whitish rocks. The salted sea also looked darker than it used to but it only added more character to it. Later as you walked on the shore and turned your back to the castle you could admire the force used by the waves to wash over the small portions of lands now at their mercy below the cliffs.

The delicate embrace around your hand added itself to this scenery and despite it not having any visible owner by your sides you smiled softly.

"I knew I would find you there," said the ethereal voice.

You must have spent a long time in this Caladan if Leto came to you himself. Without a word you removed the helmet to wake up in your dark world, the waves and wind letting room for silence. The Duke helped you step out of the machine similar to a treadmill by extending an arm to guarantee your balance. The slight hesitation remaining left your body as you relaxed your muscles, now more accustomed with the whole process.

"I might have stayed there for too long," you acknowledged. "You just reached your daily three hours," he replied.

You hummed, letting him guide you to a nearby chair he adjusted so you could sit on it. You appreciated the firm hands there to keep an hold on you and also welcomed his gentle voice as you heard him kneeling down by your side.

"Did I miss something," you asked with worry as you tried to remember your schedule. "No you haven't forgotten anything my friend, unless you were talking about your medication."

The surprise had you gasping as you realized that Leto might have been right when he told you that you had a role in this abnormally long healing process.

"Oh... but I thought I took it already?" "You took some this morning, but you forgot the new one."

You did and nothing else could be added to this statement. You turned your head towards where Leto was - by your right - and listened to the soft sound of some glass object rotating between his fingers.

"I should be more careful about what the doctors tell me. I admit it." "I'm going to open your eyes." He warned you.

A wet sound was head as he sanitized his hands, and a few seconds later he was standing up by your side with his fingers opening your eyelids in the dark. As a reflex they tried to closed themselves in anticipation but Leto managed to make the drop fall right onto your eyeball, making you blink as you tensed up with a shiver. He repeated the same operation on the other eye, then closed both of them to wipe it off with a soft tissue or napkin.

"I know the circumstances are particular and that this whole predicament is difficult for you, but please listen to your maids," he asked, "you truly need to keep your feet on this planet. Past is the past." "I wish I never came here."

Things were easier to say at the Duke's face when you were blind. Disappointment was the worst feeling you had ever seen on his face but fortunately you only had to see it once after a misunderstanding.

"Deep down, I do feel the same. On the surface, I can't take the risk to show it. Sadly, there is no escape. You know how life can be," he mumbled. "I don't envy you."

Your frowned as he applied a layer of some new ointment on your closed eyes, its weird scent almost making you gag. It felt sticky as if somebody was covering your face in some liquid mud to drown you underneath it. Your whole body tried to get away from him as your hands grabbed your knees.

"Are you my right arm or some kid pouting because he doesn't like the medication taste," he taunted you. "I am a blind woman that might as well be getting assassinated by the Duke of Arrakis himself and that wouldn't be able to turn to anyone if this was the case. And that smell is horrible." Your perception of the world around you changed and your other senses that managed to escape the accident - or sabotage if you trusted the reports - worked better than ever to try to compensate for your missing sight. However, this also caused side effects you hated, especially when a doctor you barely met decided that applying a nauseous paste all over your eyes and nose would help.

"Please never tell Gurney how stupid I look like that," you grumbled. "He knows." "Where did the investigation go?"

His thumbs gently massaged the area below your eyes to make the paste penetrate your skin and flesh better.

"We found clues of another spy network working in the palace. But this one hadn't any link with the Harkonnens - or at least it doesn't seem like it. We think they have links with Fremens." "Who would have thought that Harkonnenes and Fremens would get along on some points one day. This kind of surreal things only happen to me." "They don't get along. They have an enemy in common, keep that in mind. Please don't take any shortcut."

It was easy to say when you didn't get caught in an explosion whose flash blinded you temporarily, but as usual he was right. You were his right arm as he said, it would be criminal to favor your hurt feelings over his safety. Your perception of reality may have changed, but it didn't change reality itself.

"So, what about my progress?" "The doctors think you may recover fully in a month. Your nerves and flesh react positively, and in theory your eyes can still perceive colors. But you need less time spent in your little world."

At first Leto encouraged you to visit this virtual Caladan you asked for. He stayed with you as much as possible despite his schedule so you could get accustomed to the eerie familiarity overwhelming you and also to calm you down at the foreign sensory overload this caused to your brain that panicked at the sudden information flooding it.

"I miss Caladan. I think I will download different programs. But I still need rain. I miss it. Or waves." "According to their results you need to cut the time in it by half. It sends confusing messages to your brain and it slows down the recovery. To make it short it trains your brain but not your eyes. It even encourages your body into thinking that your eyes are not any longer necessary, which could even turn you blind for good. The images, sounds, scents, touch and tastes are sent directly to your brain that feeds from the data sent."

You groaned as you felt the paste hardening over your eyes, sticking your eyelids closed as you still had some blinking reflexes struggling against it.

"Please Leto, tell me that the day you find the culprit you will drown him in that stupid ointment. I'm wasting so much time instead of helping." "How do you feel about having to let the virtual world behind you?"

You shifted uncomfortably on your chair as the Duke started to mix some other ointment it seemed and your fingers tapped lightly on the armrests.

"It's a good sign. I am healing and to do so I need to let it behind me." "I feel like leaving Caladan behind was harsher for you than for anyone else. Even Paul seems more accepting of the Emperor's decision, he is extremely open-minded of the different cultures here. But... what about you?"

After a brief but powerful sigh you started to think about your answer carefully.

"It is no secret that I have no interest in the Fremens. You see them as potential allies and exhaust yourself at sealing an alliance they reject. It doesn't feel worth it for me. You know it well."

Silence grabbed the entire room in its fist as you waited for an answer from him. The awkward pauses felt even worse when you couldn't even decipher another one's face but it also gifted you with a lack of interest in offending others.

"I was talking about leaving Caladan," he said gently, "you travelled back in the memorial realm sixty times during this past month. Always at the same cliff. You can't mourn it for good, can you?" "I vowed to serve you and your family until my last breath and I will honor my words. Leaving your ancestor's land gave me the same feeling as would a mother's embrace letting me go for good. And for what? To fall into that trap set by the Emperor and Harkonnenes, end up useless and blind on a chair instead of protecting you and your son, and running after Fremens and their traditions when they want all of us to drop dead?" "Uselessness has nothing to do there. You remain by my side as the loyal friend you are. You keep on advising me - wisely when you don't fall for your own anger and frustration. But since what happened, I address my new main issue: the one that is starting to lose my dear friend to dreams from the past."

The regret in his voice added to the sorrow that kept on growing in your chest would have made you cry if the Duke wasn't wiping your eyes with a wet towel. Nothing painful but irritating both for your skin and your nerves.

"Leto. I am doing fine. I will reduce the time spent in the memorial realm and change the data little by little." "I almost lost the both of you that day," his voice cracked.

Your heart dropped at Leto's trembling sigh as he pulled a chair next to you, sitting unceremoniously. He grabbed your wrist gently as flashes of the sandy inferno invaded your confused brain.

"I saw my son about to die, paralyzed as this thing almost swallowed him. And right after we came back to the palace and thought we were all safe I learned that somebody attacked your team." He mumbled while his second hand grabbed your arm. "This planet, Arrakis, is testing my sanity and our limits. I thought that Jessica would still be by my side but I lied to myself. Even her couldn't resist to this madness. I am no stranger to the fact that any positive end to this is highly unlikely. But please - and I am asking this as a friend to a friend - don't isolate yourself from this harsh reality. Please accept to see it the way it is. Back on Caladan things were not easy neither but they seemed to be. Our problems were too far away for us to be on high alert all the time but there were still spies, liars and assassination attempts." "The stakes here are on a different level and you can't deny that we can't even fully trust your guards and maids. We are not home. I have no home anymore. We are stuck in a steep pit waiting for a fox or a bear to pounce at us." "I don't feel at home neither and I doubt that Paul himself considers this place as his own home for now. But we have no other choice than to make it ours."

His touch getting higher on your arm made you lower your head in a fainted attempt to follow his gesture.

"I know this fake Caladan in an illusion. But I need it to keep my sanity. Being blind could be useful to hide in my own little world if only I shouldn't be on alert that anybody might kill me at any moment and didn't have to rely on unreliable people." "We all made the mistake of making this transition more complicated that it needs to be. That is why I spend so much time and energy showing Fremens and their agents that they have nothing to fear from me. I don't have other choice but to respect the Emperor's will. I have to do it for my family and for the whole universe." "I am not accusing you of keeping me there for your sole interest. My decision was to follow you and you respected it."

He sighed as his palm reached your cheek in a timid embrace soon getting bolder as his fingers slided on your neck to direct your head in his direction.

"What could have we been if only the universe let us be?" He asked, melancholic.

This was a question that had never stopped being asked. But today it sounded more important, more realistic than ever. Time was running out, the both of you knew it. Would it be a war, an assassination, a betrayal?

"Maybe something too strong for this same universe. Who knows. I like to imagine it that way." You chuckled.

You let his thumb explore the area under your eye, right above your cheekbone. The abhorrent scent vanished after he wiped the ointment off your face and you could now appreciate the discreet smell of his clothes. Nothing too strong fortunately. A delicate fragrance that reminded you of home, especially of some meetings you had to spend by his sides instead of his son when he was still too young. After a few silent seconds you reached for his sleeves, patting his forearm to try to find the spot you wanted and rested your hand on it to share your support. Everybody acted as if you were the one losing herself in isolation and despair but you felt that nobody paid enough attention to Leto. You were afraid of what might happen.

"Do you think my son is... actually some kind of Messiah for these people?" He asked with a more stable voice.

His question made you repress a shiver.

"I have no idea. He is going to play an even bigger role than you thought back on Caladan. That is for sure, and I doubt he forgives the Emperor for what was done to your House." "Would you protect him one day if something had to happen to me?" "Of course I would, Leto. You know you can count on me." "I do know it but I like to hear it."

You grinned as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb affectionately. What could have you been ? Many things. But you had to focus back on reality.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog If you liked it ! ☺️

@queen-of-elves

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#leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you

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best-alt-country-singer · 3 months ago

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hello y’all!!

name: Naomi Solace

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

status: single

age: why do you wanna know?

child: Will Solace

If you are a demigod and ever need a place to stay, my doors are open.

I make alt-country music and perform sometimes

I use darling and honey as gender neutral names

I’m here to hang out with other demigod’s mortal parents!

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC: guidelines on the rp group

This is just a roleplay for the mortal parents of demigods -no gods-

Feel free to interact as characters- whether canon or oc- -if a will solace acc already sent an ask/interacted and you want your will acc to interact, feel free too!!-

gods’s blogs can interact as well

cussing is allowed but NO NSFW at all

be kind!!

If you want to join out of character has to be a minor -we are rping adults but we are all minors-

feel free to dm or put in my ask or under this post ask to be added -on either this acc or my main

if you want to make a mortal parent of canon demigods if they don’t have a named canon one (ex. Clarisse), you can!

you can also be mortal parents of your ocs

dead parents are aloud

If you want to try to use the tag ‘mortal parent hangout’ but no pressure

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

ooc: people who are available/tags for accounts:

Sally Jackson- @i-sell-seashells-by-the-seashore

Paul Blofis- @blofised-paul

Frederick Chase

Tristan McLean

Darren Knowles

Latricia Lake

Beryl Grace- @yourlocalsuperstar

Esperanza Valdez- @esperanza-valdez-official

Emily Zhang

Marie Levesque-

Maria di Angelo- @that-one-lover-of-hades

Julian Ramírez-Arellano

Mr. Beauregard

May Castellan

Léa La rue- @the-original-la-rue

ocs parents:

Kelly- @professional-disney-adult

Sora Tora- @sora-tora

Alina Czajka- @alina-wonders

lmk if I forgot anyone!! 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC:

!!!PLEASE remember I have not yet read trials of Apollo or tsats but I have a general idea of what happened in those books!!!

sooo I lost my account and so I lost my old blog, my old blog is @all-time-alt-country-singer and I’m just trying to remake my acc and hopefully get it going again

my main: @a-dam-heartstopper-fan

out of characters will look like this: (ooc: ____)

I might try to use tags but I’m very bad about it

This rp group is mainly for the mortal parents to hang out and maybe gossip talk about raising a demigod

#Mortal parent hangout #Ahhhh you made it to the end of the post- good job :D

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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 11

Summary: Romance is blossoming as the cowboy and the vampire enjoy their first real date. The only problem is that a certain head vampire is still interfering with their love life.

TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse

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David really did try his best to be as casual as possible when he and the others left the party. He didn’t talk much, stayed focused on going for a hunt, and rushed to get back to the cave as soon as he was cleaned off after feeding. It had been so easy to fight off the teasing from the boys before. With nothing going on between him and Michael, it made him far more confident about shutting down the comments his pack mates made.

It wasn’t that simple anymore.

The unthinkable had happened. For quite some time now, he had imagined what it would be like to have Michael. To hear his own name through a southern drawl just before embracing the human boy. There had been a bit of doubt hanging around in his mind about Michael returning such feelings. While he had made it clear that he had some level of attraction for men, his constant use of southern charm made it a bit trickier to tell what was him being friendly and what was flirting.

Tonight hadn’t been the case. Everything was crystal clear. Michael liked him. He had honest-to-God romantic feelings for David. Enough to kiss him not once, but three times before he took his leave. Each one had been more perfect than the last. David could still taste Michael on his lips. Still feel the human warmth on his skin.

He truly didn’t want the others to find out what was going on, but they were far more observant than he gave them credit for.

“David,” Dwayne spoke first after they caught up with their leader at the cave. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

The hairs on the back of David’s neck stood up. Every sense of confidence and composure he had was being tested.

“What, pray tell, makes you think I have something to share?” he asked, tugging open his jacket to look for a cigarette. He had to settle his nerves with a smoke or else the others would notice.

“Something’s just....different about you,” the brunet vampire pointed out. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, raising an eyebrow as he looked closer at David. Marko and Paul each joined him, clinging on to either side to see what Dwayne saw.

David didn’t dare look at them. He wouldn’t have his eyes give away that their suspicions were correct. All he was focused on was finding his lighter and clicking it open so he could get a proper smoke going.

“Was it something at the party, bud?” Paul asked.

“Did Michael have anything to do with it?” Marko added.

He stumbled at the sound of the cowboy’s name. David was usually so graceful with giving the flame a flick before setting the tip of his cigarette aflame. For once in his undead life, he lost his grip on the lighter, nearly dropping it onto the cave ground below. That in turn made him nearly lose the cigarette as well.

It had only been a moment of clumsiness, but it was all that the other boys needed to confirm their suspicions.

“Holy shit, did something finally go down with you guys??”

The jig was up. David let out a sigh and forgot about the smoke. There was absolutely no way to get out of this mess. It was simply better to just confess and let the boys have their fun. Turning towards them, he smiled sheepishly.

“Well, I mean if you’re gonna make me kiss and tell..”

“OH MY GOD!”

The three of them rushed to David’s side, excitedly surrounding him in order to either hug him or give him a playful nudge. It was rather embarrassing to get such a reaction, but he knew there was no more denying it. After all, what happened with Michael was a special moment. It felt good to actually acknowledge it out loud.

He allowed them to ask their questions and make their demands on hearing the full story. Given that they already adored Michael as their friend, they were more than happy to find out that he and David had taken the next step in their relationship. Even with their lighthearted teasing, David couldn’t deny that it felt good to think back on it.

The excitement only got stronger when he shared the news that tomorrow night would be their first official date. While Dwayne had the helpful advice of bringing some kind of gift for Michael, Paul and Marko offered to lend David a pack of condoms for a night of fun. That, of course, led to a rude gesture in their faces from David.

Still, he was grateful that the three other Lost Boys were happy for him and Michael. It made him feel rather warm and fuzzy to talk about what could potentially blossom from this relationship. With the night coming to an end, the boys took their leave for their sleeping spot, giving their final congratulations to their leader.

David smiled to himself. He only hoped the day would go by quickly so that he could see Michael again. Though his thoughts were interrupted by someone else speaking up.

“You seem pretty happy.”

The blond turned his head to see Star standing on the step by one of the cave entrances. She was holding Laddie up in her arms, the little half-vampire snoozing away with his head on her shoulder. After all the crazy dancing and delicious food he enjoyed with the others, he was certainly going to get a good amount of rest.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” David admitted. “Sorry ‘bout making you lure him in. I know he’s really charming and all, but I know Paul is making up for any romance you wanted.”

He waited for Star to break into a smile, as it was common for her to do when she thought about the wildest Lost Boy. To David’s surprise, her face remained completely serious. Her brown eyes were focused on him. Determined.

“What?” he asked, cocking his head slightly.

“David, I’m worried about you,” Star said. “Not only are you way behind on the plans you said you had to make, but your judgment is getting clouded. I don’t know what happened the other night, but you looked pretty hurt. I'm worried that something worse is going to happen to you.”

The memory of Max’s attack flashed through David’s mind. Though his body had healed since that night, he still felt a shiver run through his core whenever he imagined those claws slicing through his body. He’d never felt so weak in his life. It reminded him that Max was not someone you should fuck with.

Still, he wouldn’t show weakness in front of Star. He was the leader, and leaders didn’t show vulnerability like that.

“Look, don’t get your panties in a twist, Star. I’m completely fi-”

“I’m serious!” she interrupted. Laddie stirred in her arms, but she soothed him back to sleep with a hand gently running over his hair. “I want you to be happy with Michael, I really do. But you need to be careful. If you moved too fast with him or made some risky choices....I just....don’t want to see you get hurt.”

David let out an exasperated sigh. He would never admit it to her, but she had a point. He hadn’t heard from Max all night, and he had no way of knowing exactly what he was going to do or say after the wild party. It was always so frustrating having Max breathe down his neck all the time. What was the point of living a permanent life of youth and adventure if you had a demanding father-figure bringing you down at the worst possible moments?

Still, David was willing to endure whatever punishment Max had in store for him. Just so long as he didn’t try to hurt Michael.

“Goodnight, Star,” David firmly said, ending their conversation in order to turn in for bed.

She was left standing with Laddie, believing that David hadn’t listened to a word she had said. Little did she know that it was the only thing on his mind now. Even with the anticipation for another night of romance with Michael, he couldn’t help but think about what could go wrong with this.

He could only hope that his fears wouldn’t come true.

After being around for so long, David had been on plenty of dates. He romanced all kinds of humans over candlelit dinners, intimate walks and sweet touches, all before sinking his fangs in for a deep drink. He didn’t see any need to develop long-term relationships. Humans were simply food, and he had the boys to keep him company whenever he needed some love.

So to show up at the Emerson house wearing the flannel Michael had given him and fidgeting nervously about going inside was something entirely new to him. He had debated with himself for a good twenty minutes prior to leaving as to whether or not to wear the jacket. It wasn’t like him to worry so much about making a good impression with someone he already knew quite well.

As an additional sweet gesture for Michael, he had picked out a single red rose at a local flower shop before going to the house. He had the long stem in between his fingers, the sharp thorns grazing his bare skin. At the time, he was so focused on finding the perfect flower to give to Michael that he hadn’t even thought to cut off the thorns. It only worsened his nerves.

True to the habit he had gotten into, he stepped into the house without ringing the bell or knocking. It was a little weird for the vampire, feeling that he shouldn’t just waltz in casually since this was such a special night for the two of them.

But the moment David walked into the home, his eyes moved right to the staircase. Michael was already at the top of it, baby blue eyes widening in excitement when he saw David. He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a burgundy sweater. His trusty hat was perched on top of his shiny curls.

“Looks like we had the same idea for what to wear,” Michael smiled, gesturing to the color of his shirt. It was only then that David realized the red in the borrowed flannel was the exact same shade. That little detail put a dopey grin on his own face.

“I guess I picked the right color with this as well,” David said, twirling the rose in his hand. Michael perked up, eagerly making his way down the stairs in order to get a better look at the flower.

Michael’s cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink. He clearly loved the gift, taking it in order to smell the fragrance. It made David a bit nervous to see his fingers move over the thorns. It was the smallest detail, yet it bothered him the most.

“I uh...I’m sorry about the thorns,” the blond said sheepishly, rubbing his neck nervously. “I don’t want them to hurt you.”

Even with the warning, Michael held the sharp parts of the stem without any worry. All he was focused on was the softness of the petals and the beautiful color. He smiled at David, leaning in to kiss his cheek as a nice gesture to thank him.

“They don’t bother me one bit,” Michael assured him. “This was mighty sweet o’ ya, Huckleberry.”

David’s mind went blank, the fears and insecurities fading out as he focused on the warmth in Michael’s kiss. He had to hand it to the guy, he had quite a talent in putting anyone in the best mood possible without even trying. Who would have thought a southern gentleman of a boy would be the thing to completely turn David’s life upside down.

“So,” Michael started after finding a nearby vase to put the flower in. “Where exactly are we goin’ tonight?”

David opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out when he made a rather obvious realization.

“Oh my God, I never actually planned anything...” he admitted. “I was so excited to see you that I didn’t even think of something to do.”

The two of them burst into a fit of giggles, David’s being fueled by embarrassment and Michael’s being from amusement.

“Aww shoot, that’s alright! Tell ya what, I can think of somethin’ for tha two of us!” Michael said. He held out his hand, waiting excitedly for David to take it. The blond’s undead heart was practically melting as he graciously accepted it.

He guided David out to the back door of the house, making his way to the horse stables. As per usual, Bambi was outside, casually chewing on some hay by herself. Michael clearly took good care of her. She was always well-fed and cleaned up.

“How about we go for a ride? There’s a trail up the hill we can go on together. At the top there’s purdy view of the land we can enjoy.”

“You got a horse I can ride on too? Believe me, if I can handle a Triumph, I can handle a horse.”

Michael smirked, amused at David’s confidence. He shrugged and gave a loud whistle, signaling for one of the other horses to come on out to join them. A cream-colored horse came trotting out, happy to be called by her owner. David watched the animal with curiosity while Michael reached out to give her some petting.

“This here’s Bo! I think she’ll make a good horse for ya. Y’all got the same color hair after all!”

David chuckled in amusement. Sure enough, his bleached locks matched her natural coat color quite well. He held out his own hand for her to sniff, hoping she would react as well as Bambi did a while back.

The horse was more than happy to get some attention from him. She whinnied excitedly, nudging his hand so he could pet her muzzle.

“Another ‘B’ name, huh? It’s a cute pattern.”

“Yup! Call them my triple Bs! Bambi, Boxer and Bo! They're all darlin's I swear,” Michael grinned as he set up the saddles for the two animals. “I know that time with Boxer scarin’ Laddie was a big mess. I swear, he’s doin’ much better now. Sweeter than a bowl a’ sugar!”

In no time at all, the two of them were perched on top of their own horses. It didn’t intimidate David to be on for a ride. He was sure that muscle memory from his past human life would be an ideal guide for him as he took the reins. And if that didn’t help, then he trusted Michael to know what to do.

He would trust Michael with anything.

It was hard to believe such a beautiful trail was a part of the Murder Capital of the world. To be in such a peaceful area, slowly traveling by horse to see all the greenery and wildflowers was something David hadn’t truly experienced from his home before.

Every time he rode with the boys, they pushed themselves as fast as they could possibly go. Even for more casual rides down the roads of the city, they were focused on how fast the lights passed around them and how the winds blew their hair back. This time, it was slow and steady. It made him see the world around him with a bit of clarity.

Michael was certainly just as wild as the Lost Boys, but he was a down-to-earth guy who knew when to take life a little more slowly. He hadn’t fully appreciated that sentiment back in Texas, but he wanted to make the most of it in his new home.

When the horses carried them to the top of the path, David was surprised to find a flat space of land with thick, green grass all around. It was perfect for the two of them to sit down and take a rest.

“Ya like it up here, David?” Michael asked as he tied the horse's reins to a nearby tree.

“I never knew about this area. You have quite an eye for nice places,” David complimented him. He slipped his hands into his pockets as he surveyed the view.

The lights of Santa Carla shined brightly against the night sky. If he had been on the streets, he would have been bombarded with the sounds of screams on the amusement park rides or the crashing of beer bottles from drunks wandering around. From this distance, all was quiet. Peaceful. Certainly not the city he knew.

Michael came up next to him, sitting down in the grass as well. Something about being close to him gave David an extra dose of ease to enjoy the evening.

“Really looks like an entirely different city from up here.”

“Actually,” Michael said, pointing upward. “I prefer the view of that up there.”

David followed the direction of his finger. A sky full of stars shined down on the two of them. It was a new moon tonight, which allowed the small flecks of light to stand out against the dark sky. He was no stranger to the beauty of the sky. When you were a vampire, you got to go on quite a lot of flights through the clouds above.

But being next to Michael to gaze at them from the ground was just as nice.

“Sure is something,” David sighed. His fears were slipping away more and more. He was even comfortable enough to get a little closer to Michael.

“Wish ya could see the view back in Texas. Without the city lights, it’s the most magical thing ya ever did see.”

David’s face softened as he turned to gaze at Michael.

“You still miss it?”

Michael seemed to think about the question for a bit. There was a glimpse of sadness on his face as he silently thought back to the home he had left behind. David could tell he probably had hundreds of thousands of happy memories from there.

“I always will. My heart will always have a place there, no matter what,” Michael admitted. “But I know I can always bring the good of it with me whereva’ I go. All the hospitality and the fun and the quiet moments of comfort is somethin’ I want others to enjoy. After all, th’ boys an’ you showed me how fun California can be. I woulda been a lot more lonely without you.”

David chuckled softly, nudging up against the southern boy. The more he got to know him and the Emersons, the more curious it made him to see Michael’s old stomping grounds someday. Especially if the sky was much more beautiful.

“Well, I could say the same about you,” he said. “Especially hearing you talk about the stars. They really must look nice where you’re from.”

“Yup! Hell, there’s a reason why our most famous song first mentions the night sky.”

While the brunet boy hummed a few bars of Deep in the Heart of Texas, David continued to look at him. Michael never seemed to have a worry or care in the world. He had been so sure that it wouldn’t be much letting him adapt to the gang, but it seemed that the closer they got, the higher the risk was that it could all go wrong.

And yet, when the light of the stars reflected in his eyes, David didn’t think about that. To Hell with Max. He was in love with the cowboy with a heart of gold.

“The most stunning thing I ever laid eyes on,” David whispered, reaching forward to take hold of Michael’s chin.

The human’s eyes widened as he turned to face David. If he hadn’t been staring so intensely, he would have thought David was still talking about the stars.

With a gentle tug, David brought Michael in for a kiss. It seemed that each time their lips met, it got better and better. They both felt such exhilaration getting closer. It made it that much easier to get completely wrapped up in one another.

Their kisses got warmer. Deeper. David’s hands were cradling Michael’s face, thumbs massaging against the stubbled skin. Michael softly moaned, carefully reaching down to hold David’s hips as he got closer. It felt right for both of them to be a bit bolder with their moment of intimacy.

As David caressed the side of his face, Michael got closer, his calloused hands wrapping around the vampire’s hips. It made David feel dizzy with excitement to feel the tug of Michael’s fingers around his belt in order to lessen the space between them. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile in between each kiss.

He was completely lost in the moment, drunk on the passion they shared. In that moment, he never wanted it their kiss to end.

That was, until Michael’s hands moved upward over his back.

It was a perfectly innocent move. All he had tried to do was graze his fingers under the flannel and touch David some more. When he tried to move the fabric, he ended up moving David’s shirt up as well. His warm fingertips accidentally brushed again his back, and every part of the vampire’s body went ice cold.

“NO!” he yelled, pushing himself off of Michael.

Neither one of them had expected such an intense reaction. As David sat, clutching his chest in shock, Michael looked back at him with wide, guilt-ridden eyes. The human boy touched a part of the scar that Max had left behind. Though he had healed since that night his Sire punished him, the strength of the head vampire had left enough damage to leave a permanent reminder of what happened.

“Oh my lord, I’m so sorry, David!” Michael apologized, his hands placed over his mouth. He was mortified by what he did. Max had hurt David, and he had promised not to let such a thing happen again. It filled him with guilt to bring back such awful memories.

David didn’t know what to do. What to say. His head was spinning and his body felt heavy, the painful sensation of behind thrown aside and hurting even more after being sliced up was weighing terribly on him. It was ruining what was supposed to be a beautiful night.

“Michael, I....”

There was no was to go about this without Michael getting even more suspicious. All the secrets and all the pain were piling up the more they spent time together. Max was going to ruin everything, whether it was with the use of his blood to corrupt the family, or with his presence filling David with every terrible memory of his mistreatment. He couldn’t let that control weigh on him any longer.

David was going to have to come clean.

“There’s something I need to tell you...”

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