#if he can move around like his hips don't lie on stage then I know his ass can hula-hoop like his life depends on it

[melit0n]

I think Vessel would be a good hula-hooper perhaps

[carmesi-butterfly]

thoughts on submissive gyuvin at 3:10 am

my first time writing smut, i feel like this turned out awful but i did my best ok 😔 because it's the first time i do it i don't know how to tag most of the stuff,, sorry

my random thoughts about submissive gyuvin. word count 591. warnings overstimulation, dumbification (?), sex without condom, finishing inside. no proofread.

"a-ah... i ca-ah! i can't believe you're doing this to me" were the only coherent words dropped from your boyfriend's mouth.

hours of overstimulation ended up with a destroyed gyuvin, his hair looking messy and his body all sticky covered by a mix of sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids of all the orgasms you took out of him, a few of them being yours too. poor gyuvin was being fucked so well by his partner that he couldn't even tangle two thoughts together to form a simple sentence, just babbling words as a way to express how fine it felt.

every bounce to his dick made him drop a moan as if it was an automatic setting in his body, please don't make fun of him, it's so hard to handle it :( your cunt sucking him for the who-knows-what time in the last few hours, milking him dry till the last drop.

"you think you can cum again, sweetie?" you asked, in such a sweet voice that made the boy think he could finish by only hearing you. the riding became more hectic, your pussy slamming into his dick harder, filling the room with the sloppy sound of your bodies roaming into each other, desperately looking for the so-desired orgasm.

"i can't, i c-can't" cried, his head moving from side to side, denying repeatedly. "it's too much..." his groans were accompanied by a strong grip on your hips trying to calm your peace, an act that was contradicted by his hips rocking with yours.

"you can puppy, just one more and we'll be done, you've been so good today" your words became more needy, one of your hands left his shoulder to caress his face and forced him to look at you, maintaining visual contact while reaching the last stage before ecstasy.

tears unleashed through his eyes, gyuvin's dick was so sensitive that it felt as if it burned him but at the same time the sensation came to be addictive, only you could make him feel like this, all submissive and dumb by fucking him senseless, how humiliating it was for him; being so big and ending up dominated by you. luckily for his sanity both your climaxes were around the corner, minds dizzy with pleasure and leaving all the work to your bodies, like animals fulfilling a primal desire.

between moans and muffled words, your boyfriend's orgasm came, filling your pussy up with his cum not before holding you strongly as an eager act to maintain you motionless, heavy breathing was the only thing resounding in a room where all kinds of vocal and corporal sounds could be heard just a moment ago.

"puppy, i didn't finish," you said, your faces being so near that your lips were almost touching. it hit gyuvin like a truck, dropping him out of the cloud that was taking over his mind and making him land in the real world, he knew what you meant by saying that. "i guess we will have to go for another round... if that's what you want, of course,” your lips brushed his, ghosting his attempt at kissing you.

he could be tired, overstimulated, sensitive and a lot more, but leaving you unsatisfied wasn't an option he was willing to take, mainly because of his pride, but secondly because despite ending up defeated by you and your immense sexual appetite he enjoys it, it would be a lie to say he didn't, you must be so happy! getting to ride your boyfie again while he whimpers <3

[onyx-syn]

LA! Buggy x Chubby Gender-Neutral Reader *SFW* Headcanons

WARNINGS: Live Action Buggy, Fluffy, Flirting, Kissing, Touching, Little hints of doing 'stuff' but not really, Mentions of Killing

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

A/N: SO- it's been a while since i've been on here but godamnit, Buggy got me back on here. So new account and a brand new me, I'll be writing here and there! Not as consistent but i will try my best <3

🌹I won’t lie when I admit this, but when I Buggy first met you he did and would mock your figure a bit (Not down right bullying you and saying vile things about it, just a little chub there and chub here etc etc) mostly because his humor consists of many things one of which is mocking others to feel better about himself

🌹Now- If you hit back at him with your own comebacks, he’ll be taken back quite a bit cause he would’ve expected you to go along with the mocking. He’ll have a smirk on his face and start to giggle, speaking along the lines of

🌹“Oh I like you sweets!” Buggy exclaimed, gritting his teeth in the heat as he looked at you. He was sweating in the heat, which made him give a disgusted or annoyed look. You return the favor by giving him the same disgusted look as he did. He chuckled, pointing his finger at you as he walked around slowly on the ship, “Oh, you’re gonna be so much fun to play with in my circus~”

🌹Of course, as time went on and you joined his crew as one of his ‘freaks’ he slowly but surely started to mock you less and less… And started to admire your body more and more

🌹His beautiful watercolor eyes watching your every move, sometimes he won’t even realize he’s staring until you wave your hand in front of his face, catching him off guard a bit (he’ll whine about it and angrily stomp away with a devilish smile on his face)

🌹The once mocking clown, who would make snarky comments about your chub, now started to outwardly make flirty comments to you, oh how your hips would sway and watch as your rolls moved underneath those clothes of yours, how cute your chubby cheeks looked- AH he was falling for you, and hard

🌹“With those types of hips doll you’ll be knocking off the competition off that stage~” Buggy sends a wink your way as he spoke in his typical voice, his tone lowering towards the end of his sentence. Your initial reaction is to either flare up in a flustered state, or simply walk away rolling your eyes at his advances

🌹Buggy is the type to where when he initiates his flirty side to you, he’ll smugly smirk and giggle maliciously and watch as you become flustered, loving every second of it. BUT the moment you flirt back, he’ll have a huge smile and look away for a bit, a hint of a red dust cloud over his cheeks. He’ll pretend it doesn’t affect him but oh it does, and badly. He’s easy to flirt with others but extremely weak when he’s being flirted with because he doesn’t expect it

🌹As time went on more and more, he started to notice more little details about you, he didn’t just love the way your body looked, but he started to love you for your personality and how you presented yourself. When he started to get to know you more and more, he started to realize the amount of layers you had as a person, he started to admire the way you smiled, the way your eyes would glimmer under the circus lights, your laughter after he tells a joke to you, your interests and watching you gleam with happiness

🌹He would never admit this to any of his freaks, Alvida, or anyone for that matter. But he truly did appreciate the moments between you and him, the nights where he would check up on his freaks after a performance, spending more time in your tent in particular

🌹Hearing you talk about your struggles with your weight and past, whether you struggled with your insecurity(ies) or were extremely confident with how you presented yourself now. Deep down, he’s actually proud of how far you’ve come along, seeing how much you’ve grown. It’s something he can relate to. Not just with his insecurity with his nose, but also his past with Shanks, who he still has jealous out for even after all these years, and so much more

🌹It’s hard finding any sort of confidence in this world nowadays, hell, Buggy sometimes struggles trying to find confidence as much of his is exaggerated, mostly due to him becoming a spectacular performer, but he does admire your growth, lowkey kinda jealous but not to the point he despise you, it’s more of “damn, I wish I had that confident… And that ass-” kinda deal

🌹He started to appreciate the way you held yourself and your personality. Some days you guys could go back and forth with bickering and mocking (jokingly) and other days you guys could have a deep conversation, as much as he would groan and whine about it when in actuality he loved the moments you two had

🌹When he confesses to you about his little, well BIG, crush on you is after a ‘magnificent’ performance from him and his freaks. You were sitting in your tent, your jester outfit clenching to your chubby figure as you raised your hands to wipe off the makeup from your cheeks, looking into the mirror as you did so. You were so focused on wiping away your makeup you didn’t notice the flashy clown himself sneak into your room, and spook you lightly on the shoulder, giggling as he saw your scared reaction

🌹He started talking to you, asking how his performance was, how good you did out on stage etc-

🌹“You did pretty good out there, my freakshow, now how about we-” You cut off the captain, turning around in your seat to look up at him, your makeup smeared across your face. “If you wanna be with me just say it” You say, giggling behind your hand as you see Buggy looking at you with a stunned expression. You could see, even behind the amount of makeup on him, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks. He begins by saying, in an annoyed tone, trying to explain himself “Now just hold on a bit sweetcheeks I…” His eyes lock onto yours. You give him a ‘oh really?’ expression as he slowly admits defeat on his part

🌹And ever since then, you two have been together since then. Now, this man. This man right here. Absolutely ADORES you with all his fragile heart can give and take

🌹Will call you his ‘beautiful chubby princess/prince’ to Alvida and many other pirates he knows and crewmates. And of course if you don’t like the name he won’t call you that, he has plenty of other names for you such as ‘Sweets’, ‘Doll’, ‘Darling’, ‘Baby’, ‘Sour Candy’, ‘Sweetcheeks’, ‘Princess/Prince’ etc

🌹During his meetings he’ll like to bring you along, having you dress up in clothing he’s gotten for you -that’s either particularly big on you which will melt his heart- or even his clothing and have you sit on his lap. His hands gripping tightly on your big thighs, squeezing them at any chance he gets without getting caught. He’ll whisper in your ear and tell you how beautiful you look, reassuring you of your true beauty as his hands rubs your love handles

🌹Oh yeah, he loves your hips and love handles. Whenever he walks up behind you he’ll grab onto them softly, pressing kisses on your cheek blowing raspberries in order to hear you laugh and see you smile. He’ll also at random points just pinch your rolls, mostly just your love handles, giggle and then scurry off, it’s adorable on his part

🌹Loves getting you clothes, that he’s either stolen or just came across when pilgering through towns, and have you wear them. Putting on a show for him if you wanna say that. He’ll be smiling and giggling as you try on each article of clothing in front of me, seeing your chubby body either clench to the fabric or look like a delicious dumpling in them, it’s so cute!

🌹“Come on doll, try it on-” His head tilts down a bit, looking at you with a pair of puppy eyes as if you said something mean to him. You rolled your eyes, smiling a bit as you jokingly pushed his chest back a bit as he continued with a, “For me~” He said to you smiling devilishly in the end. “Fineeee, i’ll try them on” You respond to him, watching his poor pouty face spring up into a gleeful expression. As you take the clothes in your arms, you walk over to the other room until a detach arm wraps around your waist, bringing you back over to Buggy who is sitting on your bed, his detached arm still gripping around your waist. His fingertips rubbing your side, lightly gripping onto your squishy skin. He looks up at you, narrowing his eyebrows as a smug look appears on his lips. He raises his free hand, gripping on your chin before he lowers it, attaching his arm around your waist back to his body so now both of his hands are rubbing your squishy waist, “Why don’t you change in here baby? Put on a spectacular show for your captain~”

🌹However, Buggy will understand if you choose not to change in front of him, even as much as he wants to see that beautiful body of yours underneath, rolls and all. He understands with insecurities it takes a while to feel comfortable around others when they get to see a new side of you

🌹You both are insecure about your own issues and struggles. Sometimes Buggy rather not speak upon his issues, but he is more than willing to hear you out on yours. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk about his issues, it just takes him time to speak upon them

🌹Whenever you do have your moments of insecurity, Buggy will speak… From the heart, I guess you can say

🌹“You look so goddamn fine Baby, ain’t no reason to be so insecure when you got the body of a god/goddess! A real attraction for the eyes to see”

🌹But after that, he’ll genuinely give you some encouraging and reassuring words, even if he isn’t good at it, he does try to lift your mood up and make you feel worthy and good about yourself. You do the same thing for him too, when he has his moments of insecurity he usually tries to deal with them alone, he may be an attention seeker lover, but everybody needs their own moments alone. Having you near him and slowly but surely open more and more up to you warms his heart, something he hasn’t felt in a long while

🌹And when you do have moments of confidence, he becomes the happiest man ever, seeing you control yourself and show off how much of a great person you are makes his heart surge with love and admiration

🌹“Look at my freak go! Aren't they a beauty~” Buggy says, sadistically gleefully out to the chained crowd in the bleachers watching his chubby lover perform on stage. His eyes on your figure as you move, watching your rolls and thickness appear more in the fabric of clothing you wore, makeup plastered on your face that he personally applied on to you. The crowd all look at eachother weary, wondering if they’ll ever escape this hellhole. Buggy rolled his eyes at the crowd, exclaimed once more, a bit more aggressively, “I SAID, aren't they a beauty!?” He yells. One of his ‘freaks’ held up a sign that read “APPLAUSE” which caused the crowd to applaud. Buggy smiled, looking back at you, watching his beautiful chubby princess/prince perform

🌹He will not keep his hands off of you, literally has to have at least one finger on you almost all the time. He loves feeling your warm squishy body in his hands, squeezing and pulling. At this point it’s a stress reliever for him whenever the audience isn’t applauding or a performance is going to shit, hell, he’ll straight up start jiggling your thighs in his hands when he’s at a meeting with Alvida and them

🌹“Heh”, Buggy mummers under his lips, his eyes only focused on your big thigh, squishing the soft flesh beneath the fingertips of his hand, “Squishy-”, “Buggy!” You whisper to him, almost aggressively. His head shoots up to see Alvida and the people in the room glare at Buggy with raised eyebrows, wondering what he was doing. Buggy, being the ‘classic’ man he knows he is, flashes them a smile, “My apologies, I got distracted by a something sweet-”, “Buggy-”, “Okay-”

🌹In the beginning of your relationship, Buggy was iffy when given any physical affection not because he was disgusted by your body but due to his past, but as time grew and the more touchy and ‘lovey dovey’ he became a sucker for the touch from your chubby hands

🌹When you guys get alone time, he loves giving you kisses all over your body, his lips attaching themselves to your arms, thighs, tummy, chest etc. He loves massaging the rolls of flesh you have, snuggling his head into them as he wraps his arms around you, smearing his makeup all over your skin

🌹“Buggyyyy” You whine under your breath, a little annoyed as you feel and see his makeup smear over your stomach. Buggy moves his head over, his chin on top of your belly button, “Hey, it ain’t my fault you're softer than a lion's mane honey bun, so… Soft…”, he mummers before smothering his face back into your stomach

🌹He loves the physical touch so much as your relationship grows then he would ever admit to anyone, he’ll admit it to you. When he gets very sleepy, he’ll just snuggle up to you and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses as he moves your thick thigh over his waist

🌹If anyone were to even dare to say something bad about your body oh so help him cause he will end up murdering them, he isn’t afraid to as well. You or one of his ‘freaks’ would have to hold him back before he does something he, well, he won’t regret but he will once you show that you’re upset with what he did (unless you aren’t, then in that case he’ll keep killing-)

🌹He usually won’t tell you though if he does end up somehow killing them. Once you tell him about a certain someone who doesn’t ‘appreciate’ the way you look like he does, he’ll go off and kill them. Either hiding the body, or using it as a dummy in his next show

🌹He does not slide with any hatred towards you, in his eyes, you are truly 1 in a million treasures that he’s ever acquired. He feels seen in your eyes, finding someone who experiences bodily insecurities and much more, someone who he can joke with, someone who he can experience love with, for the first time. He loves you in every way and you love him just the same way too

[artemisrogers]

And Justice for All Jason Newsted x reader ( bathroom sex, public play, roughness, and jealousy)

You decide to go on tour with Jason to keep him company for the Justice tour. Of course when things got a little bit heated between you and James. Jason shows you a different side to him.

I was fixing my hair trying to look cute for Jason. I knew he was going to be needy at some point, the little submissive he is. I felt two large hands on both my hips and felt nuzzling. I smile softly when I looked over and see long curly brown hair on my shoulder.

"Hi baby."

"Hey Jas missed me already?" I tease pulling him into an embrace. I was the only one that he allowed to call him that nickname.

He smiled his adorable smile at me making my heart melt. I kissed him on his pink lips once before there was a knock on the door. Of course James walked in dressed in a misfits sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, blonde hair all fuzzy. The show was going to start in five minutes.

"Hey Jason why don't you go check your bass tunings one more time before we head on?" James said.

That left me and James in Jason's dressing room. I was about to head out before James gently grabbed my arm. I don't know what James was trying to do, so I shot him with a smile. I noticed his cheeks were pink and he was kinda acting shy around me. I realized what was going on and didn't like it.

"Um Y/N I kinda wanted to ask you this for a while now. I know you and Jason are a thing, but I wanted to ask you out you know on a date maybe?"

"You know I can't do that James, I'm not gonna hurt Jason like that." I said a hint of annoyance in my voice.

That's when he walked closer backing me into a wall, his breath hot. I felt my heart fluttered. James is known to be the type to get what he wants no matter the cost. I really hoped that Jason didn't walk in because this was gonna be bad on my end.

"Why be with a bass player when you can have the frontman? I mean that isn't boring to you?" James said lifting my chin up smirking.

He leaned in and smashed his lips against mine. Jesus he was rough and I kissed him back out of habit from the kisses with Jason. I felt eyes boring into the back of my head when, James pulled away. I saw Jason standing there his eyes normal blue. I tried to say something to him, my cheeks red with embarrassment but of course that's the worst time he had to go on stage.

I watched Jason and the other perform and it was awesome as usual. That's when I noticed Jason kept glaring daggers at James. He shot me a look that I couldn't read. I picked up that he was playing the bass more aggressively than usual and when he did his back up vocals, it overpowered James' own voice. I felt like a dick thanks to James' dirty move on me.

When the show ended I walked back to the dressing room hoping not to run into James again. I jumped when I felt a hard grip on my arm, and turned to look at Jas. His eyes were bright blue.

"Come with me babe?"

"Ok." I said a little bit nervous as he had a completely different energy about him from his usual one. Before we even got into the bathroom I felt him grab my throat roughly and smash his lips against mine. A moan escaped me at his roughness.

"You goddamn slut! Kissing any man you can aren't you?"

"J-Jas I didn't expect James to do that!"

"Don't lie, you like it didn't you?" He said his eyes, full of dominance as he released my throat as his hands traveled down to my jeans as he rubbed my clothes pussy hard.

"Ahh Jas."

"Good girl let everyone know who owns you. Now get in the bathroom." Jason said smirking.

I felt myself pulsing badly as I went in the bathroom, him behind me following me. Once inside that's when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately his tounge seeking entrance to my mouth. I allowed him our youngest swirling against each other. I felt myself submit to this dominant Jason. I moaned softly reaching to grab his strong arms only to get my hands smacked away.

"Oh no you don't. You have to earn the privilege to touch me baby."

"Jason." I whined my pussy soaking my panties in my jeans. I never seen him so dominant before and I craved it like he was nicotine.

That's when Jason bent me over pulling down my jeans exposing my black thong to his eyes. A growl in the back of his throat he smacked my ass once hard. I moaned in pleasure my brain getting mushy with arousal. Another smack to my ass and he pulled my thing down to my ankles to join my jeans. I was breathing quickly.

"I guess I have to teach you who owns this sexy body don't I?" He said teasing my tight hole with his fingers.

I moaned loudly when I felt him lick a stripe down my slit. I really wasn't able to think straight at this point. When I heard him unbuckle his belt and his jeans fall to the floor, he grabbed my hair with one hand and forced me to look in the mirror at myself and him.

"I want you to watch as I fuck your tight little ass. I'm going to make sure you're screaming my name little girl." Jason said as he slammed his cock into my hole making me moan loudly.

His hip snapped as he gripped my hip to the point of bruising with his free hand. His other hand kept my head up and he would tug on it when he saw my eyes look down. I felt that knot in my stomach as I got closer to orgasm. I moan his name over and over again as he grunted.

"Jas! Jas please let me cum!"

"Not yet you still have yet to earn that." He said pulling out and letting go of my hair to flip me around, propping me onto the counter and spreading my legs open. My pussy was soaked with arousal and my clit was swollen.

I gripped his hair tightly when felt him sick on my clit tears welding in my eyes from the intense pleasure. Jason growled as he stood up lining his red and precum leaking tip with my pussy. Slamming into my entrance I gasped for air my whimpers and moans grew more desperate and loud each thrust.

"Fuck yes just like that! Such a good girl for me. Ngh fuck gonna cum all inside that tight pretty pussy baby. Yes yes yes!" Jason said as he thrusted deeply emptying his load inside me.That's when I lost it and screamed his name, my own orgasm hitting me hard.

Both of us were panting and soaked in sweat. Still connected we heard a knock and Lars whiny voice about wanting to use the bathroom outside. Jason chuckled softly pulling out and pulling up his pants again. I knew I was going to see this side of him more often now.

Of course I needed both sides and more of Jas in my life.

[blackfangedreaper]

I can’t tell if request are open but could I request luffy reacting to his s/o dancing on stage with this song and dance cover (https://youtu.be/qnPTDEaP9Hw ) ? + marines are watching too if u can do that

HE KNOWS

Pairings: Monster trio + Aokiji, koby, shanks and mihawk x dancer!y/n

Warning: fluff, suggestive themes, cursing, grammatical errors. MDNI.

Tags: @closet-degenerate @h3rfave @iin0va @avaricious-hoe @audreys-works @444katsuki

Note: loved the idea nonna and yes my requests are open.

LUFFY

The sparkles in his eyes as he watched you twirl, drop then swing your hair, you looked so good dancing up there, so good he didn't know if he wanted to join you or let you be. Nami pulled him by his ears when he got too close to the stage unconsciously, too hypnotised by your moves to notice.

Couldn't resist trying to go closer once again to the stage to see you more. His jaw dropping when you dropped to a split. His pupils shaking at your sensual movements swallowing thickly when you blew a kiss at him. He loved it every second of it.

His eyes drooping slightly taking a halflidded form at the way you swung your hips, hunger present in his eyes as he maintained eye contact with you all through. He wanted something and you'll give it to him,- "Hey, do the thing you did with your waist on stage!" -He knows.

ZORO

His gaze trailed all over your body as you danced in those thigh high 4 inched heels, the ones you dragged him out to buy with you. And they fit you so well, the leather sticking to the skin of your thighs perfectly.

His pants tighening as your ass hung in the air for a moment, your movements were so sensual, it drove him crazy. He couldn't wait to get you alone, maybe you'll give him a private dance, on his dick that is.

He couldn't take his halflidded eyes off you, swinging his head back to finish his booze before relaxing on the chair, his arms over the couch, legs manspread and head tilted a little to rest on the couch. His eyes on you just like you wanted it- "Greedy little thing, look how you're sucking me in." -He knows.

SANJI

This one was on the brink of passing out but he had to stay awake, he had to. Just watching you swing your hips to the beat of the song had blood flowing out through his nose in spurts.

Tears in his eyes as you winked at him, his nose stuffed with tissues and cheering a muffled. ''Y/n-chwan". His eyes wide open as not to miss a single moment. His eyes almost rolled back when your ass hung up in the air.

God knows he's horny and he's not too proud to beg after your little dance he'll show you the bed then after, breakfast in bed. You'll just love what he has planned,- "Hm? Faster? Whatever you want sweetheart." -He knows.

AOKIJI

Was very flustered although not visibly. He was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were erratic behind his shades. Whistling when your ass jiggled in those short shorts or when your boobs bounced in your crop top.

Tapped his feet steadily to beat as he watched you twirl on the floor before getting up slowly, his normally cold body heating up at your halflidded stare.

All that cake and he couldn't wait to give you some filling and with the look you had on your face you wanted him to hit it till you lose all feeling,- "Ah... What mess, what's the point of filling you up if you'll just pour it back out." -He knows.

KOBY

Would have passed out if helmoppo hadn't held him steady, he's seen you dance before infact he watches you dance all the time but this somehow feels different watching you dance all so sexy especially in those clothes, it stirs up something in him.

From the moment you turned around he knew what you were doing, watching you back it up then drop it down. All eyes were on you and he wasn't gonna lie you've got him watching too.

Using his marine uniform to fan himself a little, was it him or it was hot. Either way he was sure it was you, the way you smirked at him you wanted something from him and what exactly do you want?- "Pl-Please, don't tease!" -He knows.

SHANKS

Kept smirking with an obvious blush on his face. No way was he going to let you get away with teasing him like that. Just look at you, dancing so sexy and even in sexier clothing, if you think he'll let you down slowly you've got another thing coming.

Teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he watched you dip and twirl. A little 'fuck' escaping his mouth as his eyes followed the way you caressed your body. Groaning when you smiled suggestively at him reminding him of your earlier statement.

"Shanks, I'll be back after this one song, then you're taking me home." You winked before leaving him with a kiss on the cheek as you swayed all the way up the stage. The smirk on his face never dropping as he thought of all the things he'd do to you tonight and only- "Hahah! Not so bold now huh?!" -He knows.

MIHAWK

He smiled into his wine cup, sipping the drink as he eyed your movements. He leaned back into the bar stool groaning when you dropped it down and whined, you were going to be the death of him.

His attention on you and noone else, watching it bounce as you danced, the way you licked your lips to tease not only him but the others in the crowd. Chuckling a little when you smiled innocently in his direction, well aren't you cute.

The atmosphere, the clothes, the bloody song, it was all you, you knew the attention it brought but to be honest he wasn't all that surprised he knows you love the attention that you get when you move and You know,- "Eager Eager, a little patience won't hurt, querido [darling]." -He knows.

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 8

A/N: I'm just going to say, don't hate me...and I love you guys!! Thanks for reading :'))

Warnings: a pinch of fluff, ANGST, hate, possibilities of someone cheating, baby crying, typos.

Word count: 10 k

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Morning of the 1st show of ‘The 1975 on tour’.

The sun peaking through the curtains –of Matty’s room– enlighten the place enough to wake Y/n up. She blinked her eyes open, staring at the wall a few meters further from the bed. Y/n rubbed her cheek on Matty’s chest, feeling it rise and fall rhythmically. He was still asleep, keeping her safe and close to him. 

Y/n couldn’t help to smile, enjoying the last minutes before they had to start the day; a busy day, specially for Matty and the band. 

She lifted her head from his chest, choosing to look at him. Matty moved his head to her side as a subconscious response to her actions. His long eyelashes resting on the top of his cheeks, his curls a mess around his pillow. Y/n’s smile grew fonder. 

The last month and a half with Matty felt like a dream. Her dream. Y/n felt her chest contract to the feeling of having to say goodbye to Matty for a few weeks. The show was the first one of a long list around the UK. The band was going to be closer, but Matty wasn’t going to be close enough. She wanted him right there, all the time, but life had other plans. Y/n tried to get rid of those thoughts. She glanced at the vintage clock Matty had on his bedside table.

Y/n let her hands touch the skin of his right cheek. “Matty.” She started sweetly. 

“Mmm.” Matty mumbled following her touch. 

“You need to wake up.”

“Mmm.” He let out again, reaching –still with his eyes close– for the back of her head. “We still have time-” Matty’s voice was deep due to sleep. He tried to bring her closer. 

“We don’t, babe.” Y/n let him know, preventing the sadness to slip away, tinting her words.

Matty groaned, opening his eyes only a quarter to look at Y/n. “I don’t want the day to start.”

Y/n couldn’t help to laugh at his lie. He had been excited to be back on stage, with the guys and the fans in the same room. He was static for Amelia to watch daddy perform for the first time in her short life. 

“That’s a lie, Healy.”

Y/n let him brought her towards his face this time. She let their noses touch on a sweet caress. Matty let his lids fall again, sensing her, imprinting the moment in his head for the next few weeks until they could repeat it. 

“I’m going to miss you.” Matty said, acknowledging the elephant in the room.

Y/n swallowed thick, trying not to cry. “Mmm.” She could only let out, which called Matty’s attention. He stared at her face, searching for her eyes, although Y/n kept them close. 

“Oh, baby!” Matty was fully awake now. His heart broken at the sight of her suffering because he had to leave. “It’s going to go by so quickly…and we’ll be back together in no time, okay?”

“Yes.” Y/n let their foreheads touch. 

“Come here.”

Y/n rested her head once more on top of Matty’s body, hiding her head on his neck. She breathed him in; his aftershave mixed with the smell of the –horrible– camels he smoked, his essence. Instead of suppressing what she was going through, Y/n let herself actually feel everything. That was the thing with Matty, she felt safe enough –when it was him and her– to just be herself. Y/n knew Matty would be there to support her if she needed him.

The sound of Amelia waking up came from behind Y/n. The baby call resting on her bedside table announced the actual start of the day.

“Can you get her?” Y/n asked Matty.

He let some breath out, similar to a laugh. “It’s your turn…” He reminded her.

“No, it’s yours!” Y/n protested, without wanting to leave her place on the bed. “Please!” She softly begged.

“What do I get?” Matty played it suggestively. 

It was a game that could be played by the both of them. Y/n shoot back, “I’ll do anything you ask…”

“I like the sound of that, baby.” Matty let his hip buckled up, making her sense his morning arouse. 

“Healy, your daughter is waiting…and you have your head deep in the gutter-” Y/n shook her head as a way to let him know she was disappointed.

Matty smiled wide, “I’d like to have it deep in yours, if you ask me.” Y/n gasped out loud, lifting her head from his body.

“And thinking you’re her favourite!” She told him, coming to rest her back on the headboard of Matty’s bed. 

“‘Course I am…I’m daddy!” He answered proudly.

Y/n looked at him stood up –grabbing his sweatpants– and teased him, “Mhm, you’re daddy…”

Matty turned around with his trousers half up his skinny legs. He looked at her stunned, protesting, “Don’t say it like that!” 

“What?” Y/n exclaimed innocently.

“You make it sound weird…” Y/n laughed about it. “Anyway, I’ll get our baby…” He informed her, marching to the door. 

“Matt?”

“Yes?” He turned around after he heard her talk. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Matty looked around, trying to figure out what could it be. “What?” He stared at her blankly. 

“Kiss.” Y/n only pronounced, gaining a big smile from Matty.

On a quick movement, Matty jumped on the bed, pinning her on the mattress. “Now Mel has to wait because of you-” He breathed on her lips. 

“What a horrible parents we are.” Y/n joked, grabbing his cheeks. 

Matty let all his body weight rest on Y/n, connecting their lips. Y/n felt his hard on restricted between their bodies. She wished Amelia had slept longer that morning, but it was a dead wish. The little girl was bubbling away at the other end of the baby call. 

“Okay, go.” Y/n indicated with their lips still connected.

“One more…” The singer requested breathless. “I can’t get enough of you.” Matty admitted with his mind fogged. He let his nose lead the way, drawing a path from her lips, down her chin and onto her neck. 

“I hope you never get enough…” Y/n ran a hand through his curls, tugging a little. 

“Rude!” Matty protested. 

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You know how I mean it…”

“Fine. You know what? I’ll go and get a girl that values me-” Matty continued his fake annoyance, proud of himself when she smiled brightly at him.

“Your own daughter doesn’t count, Healy.” Y/n warned Matty, joining the joke.

“‘Course she counts. She’s the person I love the most, and she loves me equally back.” Matty dramatically presented the facts for her.

“Oh, I know!”

Matty looked at Y/n from the end of the bed, placing his hands on his hips, showing her his broad chest in all its glory. “Jealous, Y/l/l?”

“Nope, she loves me a great deal.” Y/n reply, ogling his naked skin.

“Who doesn’t?” 

Matty’s delicately words took her out of her entrance. Y/n look up, founding he was staring at her with heart eyes.

“Stop! Our daughter is waiting!” A very blushed Y/n scolded him.

Matty threw his head back, slightly annoyed she was resisting his affection. He left the room. Y/n heard –thanks to the caller– his happy greeting to Amelia, and the reply to it. The conversation was full of ‘baby’ and ‘daddy/dada’. Y/n smiled, content with her family. She was for sure going to miss him, although she was sure they could manage.

“Look who’s here!” Matty made his appearance with Amelia, still in her PJ’s, in his arms. 

Amelia grew excited when her soft brown eyes fell on Y/n. “Mommy!”

“Good morning, my mel-mel” Y/n waved from her place on the bed. “Come to mommy!” She lifted her arms, asking for her. 

Matty left Amelia on the bed, so she could crawl towards Y/n. He stood at the end of it, looking at his girl's greet. 

“Who’s going to see daddy sing today?” Y/n looked at the girl in her embrace, while Amelia nestle on her chest. 

Matty complained once more, “Stop saying-”

“I made you a DILF, I have the right to call you ‘daddy’.” Y/n shut him up.

“Touché.” 

“Dada...” Amelia interrupted her parents bickering, calling for him to be close. 

Matty returned to his place on his bed, at the other side of Amelia. The little girl following every single one of his movements. Daddy was indeed her favourite person in the world.

“Hello baby, did you sleep well? Nice dreams?” Matty bumped her nose. He loved to interact with her sweet girl. 

“Yes.” Amelia answered, showing him his cute smile. 

“About daddy?”

She laughed, blushing, hiding her face on Y/n’s chest. Matty felt a sore feeling inside his heart. Amelia was growing too fast for his liking. He looked at Y/n admitting, “I don’t want her to keep growing.”

Y/n nodded in agreement. “Right?”

“I miss the days she was this little,” Matty measured in the air the size of Amelia during her first few weeks. “Resting on my chest. Those first months went by so fast…” Matty felt rather nostalgic that morning, looking at her daughter. He tried not to think of how much he was going to miss her. 

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed, staring at Amelia play with her bracelets. 

Matty’s questions took her by surprise, “Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

“Have you…?” Y/n arched her eyebrow. Was he proposing…?

Matty blushed, he had though about it, “Mhm, multiple times.” 

“Matty-” 

“I’m not-”

“Okay.” Y/n breathed again with relief. She didn’t know if she was ready for all of it again, she wasn’t sure she wanted more kids. 

“I just think it would be amazing to grow the family, Amelia can have a sibling to play with… It’s nice to imagine another baby.” Matty talked with his mind replaying the scenarios he thought about so many times, specially during the last month. 

“A boy or another girl?”

“I don’t care, I would be over the moon with either…imagine a little boy running around, following Amelia. He would impatiently wait to play with her…being so small, still expecting for his big sister to like him, to include him in her imaginary games. Same with another girl.”

“That’s so sweet, Matty.” Y/n reached out to touch his hair. He could be so tender and adorable when he wanted.

“Would you like to be a big sister?” Matty included Amelia back into the conversation. 

“Daddy!”

“She wouldn’t be happy with daddy’s attention elsewhere.” Y/n teased him. 

“I bet…”

Matty was too embarrassed about bringing the subject, he decided to change the course of the conversation. “Okay, who wants breakfast?”

“Me!” Amelia stood up on the bed, Y/n rest her hands at both sides of her chest, preventing her from falling. 

“Let’s go!” Matty took her in his embrace, lifting her little body into the air. The singer started to make sounds of flying, manoeuvring her body —carefully— around. Amelia giggles filled the entire house.

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Y/n was brewing tea for her and Matty, meanwhile him and Amelia talk on the big table. He had been, from a time being, trying to teach her sounds and words. 

“What sound does a cow make?” Matty tested her knowledge.

“Muuu!” Amelia repeated what she had learned before.  

He rewarded her with a big kiss on her cheek. “Well-done baby!” Matty screamed. 

“And a dog?”

“Guff, guff!”

“That’s right, mel!” He clapped this time, trying to encourage her.

“Amelia Healy, you’re so smart!” 

“She’s your daughter, Healy….of course she’s a smart kid.” Y/n told him, bringing the full cups to the table. 

“I thought she got the looks from me.” He teased Y/n. 

Y/n couldn’t deny it.“Yes, that too!”

“Baby-” Matty felt his cheeks blushing with her compliments.

Y/n took a bite of her breakfast, continuing with her praising, “Handsome and smart.”

“Stop!”

“Oh, shush!” 

Y/n’s face changed instantly, “Fuck…” She whipped her hands fast. 

“What?” Matty panicked.

Although, Y/n was out of sight in seconds; leaving a confused Matty seated beside Amelia. 

He looked at her daughter, “Do you know something about it?” The singer asked her. Amelia lift her hands in a signal of not knowing. Matty chuckled. 

Y/n appeared, after a few minutes of confusion, through the laundry’s room door with a big bouquet hiding her face. 

Matty got quite emotional about it. “Baby…”

“For you…from us.” Y/n extended the bouquet of marigold’s for him to grab. “Mel picked them.” Y/n shared with him.

Amelia was looking at the flowers, so Matty inquired her, “Have you, missy?”

“Yes!” She replied. 

“Thank you, mel-mel!” He left a kiss on her rosy cheeks. “This is so thoughtful…” Matty admired the bunch on his hands. 

Y/n brushed her hair back, without looking at him, expression her idea, “We thought it was a good idea to wish you good luck for today.”

Matty stared at her, completely in love with the girl in front of him. He felt the urge to say it but stopped. “Thank you, baby!” He whispered instead. 

His phone vibrate with a message from George, distracting the man for a second. He had to leave now to make it on time for everything they had planned.  

“Shit, I’ve to go now…” Matty felt awful to break the sweet bubbled they had been in for the last hour. Reality was knocking on their door. 

Y/n felt her body deflated. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you two tonight, right?” Matty examinated her features, he wanted to find something to say or do to cheer her up at least a little.

“Yes, babe. We’re going to be there…cheering for daddy, right, Mel?” Y/n forced herself to appear more happy than she felt. Matty needed to focus on the show and no on her, as she well knew he would do if Y/n let him really see she wasn't happy with him leaving the house.

“Yes!” Amelia clapped from her high sit. 

“Perfect.” Matty said, leaving a kiss at the top of Amelia’s head. Rounding the table, he came face to face with Amelia's mother. 

He lowered his face, closer to hers. Y/n still felt nervous to show that type of affection around Amelia, she didn’t want to confuse her. 

“Matt-”

“I need it, please.” Matty begged, lowering the bouquet on the table. 

Y/n checked Amelia. She was playing with her food, messing with it and not giving attention to his parents. 

Matty waited for Y/n. She looked at his welcoming eyes, saying, “Sir-”

“I can beg.” He reminded Y/n, half serious, half not. 

Y/n brushed his hair out of Matty’s forehead. “I know that.” 

“Baby- my baby…”

“Mmm…” Y/n faked not being affected by his pleading tone. 

“Please, please, please!” Matty touched the exposed sides of her thighs, feeling her skin. 

Y/n couldn’t keep it for longer, “Fine.”

Matty pushed his face forward, connecting his lips with hers. Her mouth tasted like her breakfast and tea. He let his tongue intrude a little. Matty thought since they would be hours apart, he needed to give her a strong kiss, one that had her –and him too– satisfied enough for the time being. 

Amelia broke the moment, blasting her hands on the little board making a table for her. 

Matty detached himself from Y/n, looking at his daughter. He asked her, “You want kisses too?” 

“Up.” She made grabby hands. 

Matty took her on his embrace. “I love you.” He told her, staring at her little face. 

Amelia rested her head on his shoulder, trying to repeat his words, “Ove you.” Which make Matty’s heart melt.

“Okay, gotta run now.” He started to say his goodbyes, passing Amelia to Y/n. “Put the flowers in a vase for me, please.”

“I will…bye.” Y/n said, feeling his kiss on the crown of her head. 

Matty turned around, leaving Amelia and her mother in the kitchen. “I love you.” He exclaimed once more, without turning around, expecting to hear Amelia’s voice again.

Amelia waved from her place, “Ove you!” Y/n couldn’t resist kissing her fluffy cheeks. 

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Hours later… Backstage at the arena.

“Where’s the princess of the house?” Denise shouted from the end of the arena’s hall. Amelia let go of her mother's hand and ran towards Matty’s mother. 

The little girl shouted when her grandmother lifted her up, kissing her cheeks –it was kind of an addiction the entire family had, because Amelia owned the cutest cheeks–, which makes the toddler laugh. 

“You look gorgeous, Amelia Healy!” Denise pointed to the flower dress, on top of a white shirt and black shiny shoes Matty’s child had on. “Mommy really dressed you up for the occasion!” 

“Mommy…” Amelia turned inside Denise hold, looking around for her mother. 

Y/n approached the pair, smiling. It was always a sweet sight to look at them together. 

“Hello, darling.” Denise chanted, when Y/n was close.

“Hi.” Y/n said, with her voice shaking. She couldn’t suppress the nerves, Y/n knew how hard they had been working for months on to deliver the show of the fan’s dreams.

“How are you?” Denise brought her closer with an arm, a side hug.

Y/n shook her hands, anxiously, spitting out a strangled, “Nervous.”

“Are you playing?” Matty’s mother tried to cheer Y/n a little. She was nervous as well but trusted them, and had seen the boys enough times do it to let the feeling overtook her. Although she empathized with Y/n. 

Y/n snorted. “I don’t think fans would be fond of hearing me sing!”

“I bet they would…you’re mini Matty’s version mom after all…” Denise told her.

“Just to mock me.”

“They adore you!”

“Yeah, some of them…which it’s surreal.”

“Nana!” Amelia blurbed out, gaining her attention again, interrupting the adult’s chat. 

“Yes, honey?” Denise inquired her with her soft –grandmotherly like– voice.

Amelia directly asked, “Daddy?” 

“She can’t stop asking for him.” Y/n warned Denise.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” Amelia’s grandmother told her truthfully.

“Daddy is rehearsing, remember?” Y/n said once more for Amelia’s information. She had been repeating it since they got there, even though Matty’s child wasn’t having it; she wanted daddy and no one else.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” She repeated, still in Denise embrace. 

Y/n felt bad for her, she shared the feeling with her own daughter. Y/n was dying to see Matty, the difference was she was old enough to understand and wait a bit longer. “I know, I know…” Y/n ran her hand through her curls, she had let them be at its natural state. “You’ll see him in a bit, okay?” She promised.

“How is he?” Denise asked Y/n.

They haven't seen the boys or even Matty, they arrived just after they went to do the last few checks. Y/n shared it with Denise, “We came in just when they left to sound check and I didn’t want to distract them, more like Amelia distracting them.” 

“That’s smart. You’re a show girl like dad, all the attention on you!” Denise tried to ease Amelia’s state. The little girl was looking around, expecting for his father to appear in front of her.

“She totally is.” Y/n admitted, proudly.

When all of a sudden, voices came from the other end of the hall. They weren’t at sight to see; although Y/n and Denise shared a knowing look, happy for Amelia specially.

“Where’s my favourite god-daughter?” George’s shouted when his sight fell on Denise holding Matty’s child.

“You only have one, idiot.” Matty hit him playfully on his arm.

“Org, org!” Amelia boobed up and down, excited to see them.

Once they were close enough, George stole her from Denise’s arms, wrapping Amelia with his owns. Matty stood closer to Y/n, touching the small of her back, making her feel calmer now he was close. 

“Hi, beautiful!” G tickled her. “I missed you!” He went to kiss her cheeks, making the little girl blush. 

“You haven’t seen her in two days…” Matty scoffed, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, he drew circles on Y/n’s back. She was gone, letting herself enjoy his touch, until her sight fell on Denise’s face, who smiled at them. Y/n felt a little uncomfortable, but she would expose them if she moved aside. So, she chose to stay still.

“Daddy!” Matty’s face brightened, looking at Amelia calling him.

“Is this gorgeous lady asking for me?” Matty took her from G’s arms, gaining a protest from his bandmate. George’s attention changed, going to say hello to Denise and started chatting.

Matty shut him up with a singe look, after he returned all his attention to Amelia. “You look so pretty!” He complimented her, admiring her outfit, on the same vibe as he had planned for his own for the show. “She looks perfect.” Matty turned to look at Y/n.

“She looks dashing.” Denise said, instead interrupting her talking and preventing any response from Y/N. Matty looked at his own mother. “Aren’t you going to greet your mother, Matthew?” She teased him.

“Hi, mom.” He went to kiss her cheek, with Amelia resting her head on his shoulder.

Y/n focused her own sight on George standing at the other side. “Am I invisible to you, Daniels?” Y/n exclaimed, arching her eyebrow to him.

George dramatically let his tall body hang a little, comically going to engulf Y/n in a big hug. “Thought I was imagining you being here!” He joked, talking at the top of Y/n’s head.

“Ha, ha…so funny.” Y/n’s voice coming muffled by George’s chest.

“Let her breath, George.” Matty whined from her side.

George let her go, resting his right arm on top of Y/n’s shoulders. “Jealous man talking…”

“How was sound check?” Y/n freshly cut the bickering.

“Everything is ready to go.” G said excited.

Y/n looked up at him, “That’s cool. Charli is coming, right?” She asked.

“Yeah! She’s looking forward to seeing you and Ames.”

“Me too! I haven’t-” Y/n started to talk, when someone from the crew shouted.

“Matty!” Mark –the security guard– made himself visible for them; the whole group turning around to look at him. “There is a girl at the gate, asking for you.” Mark addressed Matty directly.

“I’m not expecting anyone else, must be a fan.” The frontman tried to brush it off.

Mark insisted, “She’s not…she’s on the list.”

“Fuck…can you take Amelia for a second?” Matty looked at Y/n. 

She took their daughter, “Yes.” Y/n’s heart start to pound in her chest, what was going on?

“I’ll be right back.” Matty asked for her, and her only.

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Backstage room. 

(30 minutes for the show…)

“Daddy!” Amelia was the first one to spot him, leaving Hann’s children playing alone. Matty didn’t come in alone. A girl was by his side. 

When her sight fall upon them, Y/n felt her stomach sank down. Matty glanced at Y/n first, but her sight quickly changed to the floor.

Amelia collided with his legs, forcing him to pay attention to her, “Hey, baby.” Matty lift her up. “This one is Amelia, my daughter.” He introduced her to Amelia, returning his eyes to Y/n’s form sitting on the big couch, not really listening to Carly’s story.

Y/n was in fact listening every word Matty was speaking, the rest of the sounds didn’t reach her ears. She couldn’t quite place what was happening, but she didn’t like it.

“Hi, sweetie.” The voice of the girl made Y/n want to puke. She was young and pretty, she sounded innocent almost. 

Amelia hid her face on Matty’s neck. “She’s shy with new people.”

“It’s fine.” The girl didn’t push, understanding, caring. 

Y/n tried to focus on Carly speaking, she needed to focus on anything else than the new girl. Who is she? What is she doing there? 

Realization hit her, Y/n remembered her. 

The girl standing closer to Matty was the same one she saw pictures early on when he returned from New York. She was the same one walking along his side. Her heart broke. He invited that girl to the first show. Had he been in contact for that long? She needed air. 

Pushed up from her sit, excusing herself with Carly. Y/n tried to make her way to the door. Bathroom was the destination. “Y/n?” Matty asked, worried before her sudden movements.

“Yeah?” She turned around. The pictured before her brought tears to her eyes. Matty, with Amelia in his arms, and the girl. They looked like one of those pictures of happy families. The air was lacking around her. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, Matty. I need to go to the bathroom. Watch Amelia for me, please.” Y/n rushed her words, wanting to leave immediately. Without more interactions or even acknowledging the pretty girl, she was out.

Once inside the bathroom, after the heavy door closed -leaving the noises at the other side-, Y/n focused on her heart pounding. She tried to breathe deeply, but the anxiety was creeping everywhere around her body. The sight of the girl entering the room with Matty came back to the front of her mind, tears strained her eyes.

Y/n tried hard to contain them. She didn’t want to mess up her makeup. The least she wanted was to look like a raccoon around that porcelain skin girl. This is not about her, Y/n thought. Her problem was with Matty.

He lied, and she believed him. ‘What about the past month and a half? All those nights together…only mean something to her? Hasn’t he felt that? Course not’, Y/n mind spiralled around.

Y/n placed her hands on the marble around the sink. She didn’t want to look at herself, at her own eyes speaking all the truth. Y/n swallowed a cry trying to break through. She needed to pull herself together and go back out; make as if anything was going on inside her mind, her heart, and continue to pretend to be his friend. 

A knock distracted her.

“Y/n.” She heard Matty calling her.

“No!” She went for the door, but it was late. He was inside.

Matty took her state in, her body deflating. He exclaimed a quiet, “Baby…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Y/n took some steps backwards, breaking his heart. 

“Y/n?” He asked, expecting. 

“Please, leave me alone.” She coldly responded.

“Y/n-” He protested.

Y/n shook her head from side to side, without looking at him. “Matty, I-”

“Sweetheart-” Matty came closer, he went to touch her face, Y/n sensed it. She made the space between them even bigger. Matty’s heart stopping for a second. “It’s not-”

Y/n lift her hand, stopping him. “Don’t tell me it’s not what I think it is…I have eyes. I don’t understand.” She was trying really hard to not cry. 

“There’s nothing to understand, baby!” Matty desperately tried.

“Don’t call me baby! No when she’s in the other room-” Y/n bit her lips.

“This is not– She’s not–” Matty didn’t know how to explain everything, how to repair the damage he did. He wanted to push her closer, he needed Y/n. Matty felt hopeless and terrified.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Y/n stated, regaining her coldness. 

Matty felt weak on the knees, “Y/n, please listen to me! This is a mis-” He begged.

“So you can lie to me again? I’m naive, no stupid.” Y/n spat. “I need to go and check on Amelia.” She told him, starting to walk towards the door.

“Amelia is with my mom. She’s okay. Y/n don’t go.” Matty took her wrist. Y/n look at his fingers, and back at his eyes when he started talking. “I invited her way back, wasn’t expecting her to actually show up. She doesn’t mean anything!” He screamed. Matty felt like his words weren’t reaching her. Panic was filling his body, he couldn’t lose her.

“I don’t care, Matty. Let me go.” Y/n said strangely calmed.

“I can’t let you go….how could I?” Matty felt his eyes watering. “No when I’ve just got you back…” Matty spoke softly, loosing strength.

“Don’t-” Y/n protested. “Just stop. Let me go.” She insisted.

“Y/n-”

Someone knocked on the bathroom door behind them. Matty felt rage overtaking him.

“What?!” He shouted, still holding Y/n.

“Matty, are you there?” The stage manager asked. 

Matty breathed in, trying to calm down, he asked, “Yes, what?”

“5 minutes!” The person informed him.

“Fuck!” He swore under his breath.

“I’ll get Mel…” Y/n took her hand out of his embrace.

Matty went to touch her again, screaming, “Y/n!” but she was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He started screaming without caring who could hear him.

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Y/n walked all the way to the part of the arena where the seats for the family members of the guys were. After returning to the backstage room, the guys informed her everyone already left since they had to get on stage. George tried to talk to her, but she escaped, she didn’t want to face Matty again.

She showed her pass to the guards, spotting Denise with Amelia on her arms. The girl was there too. Y/n swore inside. 

Y/n didn’t have anything against her –as the same happened with Meredith a month ago– her problem was with the guy of the story.

“Hi, love.” Denise greeted her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Denise insisted, preoccupied looking at her face.

“Yes, I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

Y/n was trying to keep herself together, expecting the moment to be inside the security of her house to let every emotion out. She was going to use everything inside her to succeed. 

“The show’s about to start.” The girl informed them. Denise looked at both girls, she was paying close attention when Matty’s guest came in and when Y/n stormed out merely seconds after. “Daisy, this is Y/n… Amelia’s mother.” Denise started to make the introductions. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” The girl extended her arm to offer her hand. 

“Y/n, this is Daisy, Matty’s...guest.” Denise concluded.

Y/n wanted to turn around and run until she reached home. “Hello.” She shortly answered, shaking her hand in return for half a second. 

The lights going off interrupted the awkward moment between them. Y/n thanked the universe for it. 

“Mommy!” Amelia, scared, searched for her mother in the darkness. 

“Come here, baby.” Y/n took her from Denise’s arms. “It’s okay, you don’t need to worry! Everything is going to be okay.” She tried to calm her daughter. 

Amelia hid her little face on Y/n’s neck. “Daddy?” She asked, making Y/n breathing stopped. 

“He’s going to appear there…” Y/n pointed towards the stage. ���Tell me when you see him, okay?” Y/n was drawing strength from every part of herself. She wanted Amelia to enjoy the show, enjoy seeing her dad perform for the first time, even she was dreading the experience.

Y/n felt Daisy’s sight on her while cooing Amelia. She didn’t care what the girl was thinking about her, her child, or about herself and Matty. She was going to focus on Amelia and only her. 

The lights come back on, Matty make his way to be in front of the microphone place in the middle of the stage. 

“Daddy! Mommy,” Amelia screamed, looking at Y/n. “Daddy!” She pointed at him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Y/n smiled at her excitement. 

“That’s your dad, Mel!” Denise joined the cheers, silence by the millions of people screaming around them. Y/n arranged the noise-cancelling headphones around Amelia’s head. 

The show was going smoothly as planned, even though Matty was barely interacting with the audience. 

When the break for the rest of the band was supposed to happened, Matty took the microphone, shielding his eyes from the lights. 

“There’s someone special here tonight…” He started to speak, still looking on the left side of the stage. People cheered for him, screaming a lot of different things. “I don’t remember the exact place, but-” He rambled. “My little girl is here!” Matty screamed proud. 

The lights around the arena came back on, so he could see better around. Although, Matty wasn’t having it.

“Turn the lights off again!” He demanded. “Please, put your phones aside…” He asked rather politely. “My daughter is watching me and the rest of the band…” Matty made a signal like that last part didn’t matter, making everyone –included Y/n– laugh. “For the first time…” He started walking around the stage, looking down at the floor.  “She’s here, with my mom and her own mother-” The mere mention of her broke Y/n’s heart a little more. “So, as you can see, this is a very special night for me.” 

People started screaming, and proceed to chant Amelia’s name. The girl didn’t understand at first, but when she recognized her name, she started clapping. Y/n joined the mass of people. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Matty spoke, bringing his free hand to his heart, looking at the fans. “Back to me now…” The crowd laughed again. “This night is special. There are some things I wish were different, but life is-” Matty stopped his sentence suddenly. “I don’t know.” He finished without making too much sense. 

The rest of the band returned to the stage, Matty stared at them for a second without speaking. “Right, we’re going to play one of Amelia’s favourite songs…which obviously-” He smugly exclaimed. “It’s one written by daddy.” He gained a new round of screams from the crowd. “I hope you like it, baby. I love you!” Matty closed the moment. Y/n felt tears coming down her cheeks, which she dried quickly, so Amelia didn’t notice. 

The first chord of ‘Sincerity is Scary’ started playing around the big venue. Amelia started screaming with excitement filling her little body. Maybe she wouldn’t remember the day, but the happiness was going to be storage on her mind for sure. 

Y/n left the little girl on the floor, so she can dance and to rest her arms for a minute. Denise started singing, which made Amelia look at her grandmother. She grew interested and went to dance with her. 

Amelia’s mother focused on Matty performing. He was dancing around, even though his sight was somehow gone. Y/n shook her head, returning her sight to her daughter. She was dancing happily with Daisy.

Her heart sunk a little inside her chest. Daisy was nice with Amelia, she was tender, which made Y/n felt worse. She wanted to hate her, but it wasn’t possible. 

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Almost midnight, home.

After the concert was done, Amelia had fallen asleep in Y/n's embrace. It was long past her bedtime hour. Y/n felt bad to used it as an excuse to rapidly made her way out of the arena and with the clear idea to return home.

She let her breath out after closing the front door. Tears came to her eyes. It wasn’t on her plans to return home so soon, she would have wanted to celebrate with the guys, with Matty. Thinking about him made her entire body hurt. The memory of him arriving with Daisy still fresh.

Y/n made her way up, to tuck Amelia in her crib. Y/n looked at her own room, and then at Matty’s. She was going back to hers. Another realization sinking in. 

After changing Amelia, she didn’t even have to rock her back to sleep, the girl was so tired she didn’t bother to wake up even when her mother changed her clothes. 

Y/n barely arrived in the kitchen area, when her phone started going off.

“Y/n, thank god! Where are you?” Matty screamed at the other side of the line when Y/n pressed the phone to her ear.

Y/n was still in enough shock to keep her cold front. “Home.”

“Fuck, Y/n! You scared the shit out of me!” Y/n felt bad to made him worried. She felt bad to wanting to give back some of what she felt during the night. 

She explained, “I’d told your mom to tell you. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Bab-” Matty started to say, but hearing Daisy talk at the other end of the line made Y/n to start feeling angry. The reminder she didn’t meant anything to him. 

Y/n cut him, saying, “Amelia is fine, Matty. I’m sorry. Go to your after party-” 

He interrupted her this time, “Fuck, no, I’m not going to that…we need to talk! I have to finish here, and then-” Matty tried again for Y/n to listen. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Matty. Not now.” Y/n stopped him.

Matty felt panic again. “Y/n…” He begged. 

“I’m going to bed, to my bed.” Y/n informed him; her voice breaking at the end. “Good night, congratulations!” She choked on her words. 

Before Matty couldn’t add a single sound, Y/n hang up the phone and fell forward on the kitchen island, crying her heart out.

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One hour later…

Matty claimed up the stairs, jumping between steps to reach the first floor quicker. He needed to see Y/n, they had to talk. He couldn’t give up without fighting for them.

The house was under a complete silence. Most of the lights gone. Y/n previously informed him Amelia was sleeping. He tried to hurry without making too many noises. 

When he took the last step, finally arriving at the top of the stairs, his heart sank. Y/n’s door was once more closed. A soft glow of light coming from underneath it. Matty moved forward. He pressed his ear to the door, taking the handle without twisting it. 

Y/n was scrolling through some social media, the noise was clear for him. He knocked and all the sounds were gone. 

“Y/n…”

Inside the room, Y/n stared at the close door. He was at the other side, he came home and didn’t go to the party. 

“Baby…” The nickname brought tears to her hurtful eyes. She wanted so much to run to his arms, although she prevented herself from doing exactly that. She stayed placed on her bed, on those foreign surroundings. 

“I know you’re up. I need- We need to talk, please.” Matty tried time again. Y/n felt her tears failing on the comforter. 

She pushed herself up, walking until her feet meet middle ground between the door and her bed. “Go to sleep, Matty.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

“I can’t sleep if we don’t solve this…” 

“Don’t-”

“Y/n.” Matty felt he was running out of resources.  

“Go away.” 

She returned to her bed. Matty decided to give her space, even with his heart broken. He walked all the way to his room with his heart on his hand, ripped. 

Y/n muffled the sound of her sobbing on her hand when she heard his steps walking away. 

Matty pushed his room door open, expecting to magically see Y/n there. Reality was a hard pillow to swallow. His bed felt strange, foreign, unfamiliar without her; he didn’t want to try to get in. 

He moved closer to it, reaching for his pillow, and stopped in the middle of the same action. He leaned forward, reaching for the pillow Y/n used all those weeks sleeping with him. Matty brought it downstairs with him.

Matty was adamant to keep fighting. He felt asleep, after twisting around on the couch, thinking this was only a big misunderstanding. He could fix it, they were going to solve this and returned right back to normality. 

Repeating history two times wasn’t a possibility, Matty reassured himself. 

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Matty left early in the morning only because Jaime called him with an emergency about the tour. He wanted to stay. With a last look-up to the stairs, he left the house.

Y/n felt a wave of ease when she went to wake up Amelia and figured out Matty wasn’t in his room. The door was open, and the bed was already made. She didn’t think he hadn’t slept there. 

Her heart shrank when she saw her pillow on the couch but chose to ignore it as best as she could. 

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The morning was slow, Amelia was playing with her favourite toys around the kitchen and living room making a big mess Y/n didn’t mind. She didn’t have the time or energy to check her phone up to that point. Y/n felt light-headed looking at her notifications. 

“Y/n Y/l/l (Matty Healy’s ex) looking cosy with new secret boyfriend”

“Who’s the boy dinning with Y/n Y/l/l?, the fans of the 1975’s lead singer are wondering.”

Y/n made the big mistake to open Instagram, a waterfall of the same blurry picture of her and Paul having dinner that first date bombarded her eyes. The comments under were beyond nasty. 

Fanx1: Isn’t she supposed to be taking care of Amelia?

Possionmedaddy123: Matty deserves better!

75fan: Fucking hell, she’s ugly!

Personx: Whore.

Marrymematty: Bitch!

Fanxx75: Who’s the guy? Someone knows about him?

And worse. 

Y/n with shaky hands called Grace. 

“Hi, I was about to-” Grace picked the phone right away.

Y/n interrupted her, begging, “Please tell me you can come here.”

“Yes, yes…I was going to. This is madness!” Grace told Y/n. She must have seen the articles and comments as well. 

“I can’t-”

“Babe, breathe!” Grace instructed from the other side of the line.

Y/n tried to breathe deeply, but it was getting harder to breathe normally. “This is too much…”

“Y/n! Stay alive until I get to your house, please!” Grace implored, scared for her friend’s panic moment. 

“Hurry.” Y/n said, cutting the line. 

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“Hi, sweetie.” Grace appeared quarter of an hour later.

Amelia brighten when she saw her godmother. “Ace!”

Y/n sat close to her kid. She was trying to distract herself and giving Amelia some attention at the same time. Her mind was racing with too many thoughts about Paul, Daisy, and Matty all together. 

“I don’t understand from where all of this came from…” Y/n started the conversation with Grace.

The friend asked, leaving her coat on a chair,  “You think Paul could've done this?”

“I don’t even know…” Y/n admitted.

Grace continued to think out loud. “It’s been more than a month.”

“I know, this people are horrible!” Y/n remembered all the articles she had been to read with her name on. 

“What Matty said about it?” Grace asked without knowing about the events from the night before.

Y/n feared the moment to share it with her best friend. Specially because she knew she was going to finally took account of what happened and her hurt feelings.

“Matty’s calling you.” Grace said this time, looking at her phone left on the table. She went to answer, but Y/n screamed.

“Don’t answer!”

“What?” Grace stared at her like she suddenly transformed into an alien. 

Y/n shortly told Grace, “It’s long to explain.”

The sound of her phone going off was getting to her nerves. 

“Then do it.”

“I’m going to loss it if I add that to the mix…” Y/n spoke her mind out loud. 

Grace grew impatient. “Y/n, tell me.”

“Fuck.”

The device’s sound ceasing. Matty had cut the line. 

“He invited another girl to the concert.”

“And?” Grace grew confused with every part of the conversation. 

“The same girl he had been seen walking around New York with, people said they were together and-” Y/n bursted into tears. 

“Oh, honey.” Grace approached Y/n on the floor, hugging her. 

Y/n was thankful that Amelia paid no attention to her and Grace.

“He never mean it, Grace.” She said, between tears. “I was just another hookup for him…”

“He told you that? I’m going to rip his ratty-” Grace’s promise wasn’t in vain. 

Y/n cut her, “No, he didn’t…we barely talked, but what should I think if not?” Y/n turned around to look at Grace’s face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Grace expressed from the bottom of her heart. It wasn’t fair to Y/n all the things that were happening. 

Y/n tried to give her the reason about her warnings a month ago, “I should’ve listened to you…”

“No, no…don’t do that to yourself.” Grace made Y/n’s body shake, trying to lose the guilt. 

Grace’s phone going off startled them. Matty was calling Grace now.

“He’s calling me, Y/n.” Grace informed her friend, staring at the screen. 

“Fuck.”

Grace wasn’t sure what to do. “I-”

“Don’t answer.” Y/n repeat her position about answering his call.

“Y/n-”

“Grace!”

They found themselves into an eye battle. Grace felt she had to answer, Y/n didn’t want her to do it. Y/n launched herself for the phone, even though Grace was quicker and ran to the back patio. Amelia called for her, blocking Y/n to go after Grace.

“Hi, Matty.” Grace greeted him, closing the backdoor. 

Matty’s voice was quavering, unsure, when he asked,  “Please tell me you’re with Y/n.”

“I am…”

“Tell her to answer me.” Matty commanded Grace. 

She tried to keep her calm, “She’s not…ready…to talk.”

“Grace, I swear-”

Matty’s tone rubbed her off. “I’m trying to do my best to not send you to fuck yourself, for everything. I’m trying only for her, so don’t push my buttons, Healy!” She warned him.

“She’s not talking to me. I need to talk to her.” Matty was desperate up to that point.

“Matty-”

“Grace, I’m begging you!”

“Matthew…”

“I swear it’s not what’s look like…” Matty tried to play that card. If Y/n wasn’t going to talk to him, at least if Grace knew, he was sure Y/n was going to get the information. 

Grace scoffed. “Paul said the same to her…”

“Don’t compare me with him.” 

“I’m stating facts, Healy.”

“Yeah, your cousin is a wanker. I’d never do that to her, never.”

“Then what happened yesterday?” Grace asked, annoyed. 

“I’m not with Daisy, I had never been. Grace, please put Y/n on the phone.”

“You’re in no place to demand, Matty. If you’re worried about her, don’t. I’m here, I’m staying as long as she needs. Let her breath for a minute, okay?” Grace requested this time.

“Fuck, you’re asking a lot, Grace.”

“I’m not. Do it, for her and Amelia.” Grace said and proceed to hang up the line. 

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Mother and daughter changed scenery since Amelia wanted to watch a movie. 

“What did he say?” Y/n interrogated Grace immediately when she returned.

“He wants to talk with you, girl.”

“I’m not sure if I can face him or that conversation.”

Grace went to sit down. “Mhm.”

“This is all so confusing!” Y/n shielded her eyes, without wanting to cry. 

“Yeah.”

Grace wasn’t sure if talking was doing any good for Y/n, instead she kept her silence watching Tangled with Amelia and Y/n. 

After a few minutes of peace, Y/n’s phone started going off with notifications. She opened the first one, with shaky hands. A new video of the girl and Matty walking side to side after the concert. 

Y/n silenced a sob behind her hand, and looked at Grace. 

“What now?” Grace half screamed.

Y/n turned the device around, showing her. Tears were stringing her eyes. 

“Oh, babes…” Grace left the phone aside, hugging Y/n. “Let it out, I’m here.”

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After Amelia went to have her nap, Grace spoke what she was roaming around inside her mind. 

“I think I should take Mel to my flat again…” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe it’s for the better.” 

“You should come too, Y/n.” Grace advised Y/n.

Y/n rational side talked for her, “No, I- Amelia can’t see me like this, and if Matty comes, and we start fighting or whatever…No, I need to protect her.”

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/n. Being here is not helping…”

Y/n didn’t want to leave the safety of her house, even when Matty was going to be back in a few hours. “I’ll stay in my room.”

“Okay, I’m not happy with this, but you do you.”

“Thank you, Grace. For everything…” Y/n took her hand. 

“Don’t mention it. I love you!”

“Me too, Gracie.” she let her head fell on her best friend's shoulder.

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From Dirty Hit’s office to home (non-stop).

Matty’s first instinct once he returned home was to search for Y/n. She wasn't in the kitchen, or living room, or laundry room. Nowhere around the low level. For a second time in less than 24 hours, he ran upstairs. 

He was sadly convinced she wasn’t going to be in his room, even though maybe she was in Amelia’s room or bathing their daughter. The house was spectrally under silence. Y/n is nowhere, neither Amelia. Matty felt a rush of panic. He took his phone out of his pocket, ready to call her if his last try didn’t work. 

“Y/n?” He knocked on her door.

Silence was the only replied from the other side. 

“Y/n, are you there? Are you okay?” Matty tried. 

Y/n decided to reply, “I’m fine, go away.” Relief wash over his muscles, at least she was at home. 

“Please let me in, I want to check you’re alright…”

Matty found out about the articles and all the videos, he knew very well the effect they had on Y/n. With this new situation between them, it was more than an urgency to speak with Y/n. 

At the other side of the door, Y/n wasn’t panicking or even crying. Her anger was boiling at slow tempo. She marched angrily towards the door, opening it with a sudden movement that Matty didn’t expect.

“I’m doing fucking amazing, don’t you see?” Y/n shouted.

“Baby-” 

It was the first time they saw each other since the fight in the bathroom, at the arena. His hands ache to hold her, to bring her closer. Y/n wanted to push his away, out of her sight. 

“Don’t call me that.” Y/n folded her arms.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Matty.”

“I need to tell you.”

Y/n scoffed, turning around, far from him. “Exactly what? That all the past weeks, month were noth-” She stopped, choking on a sob. “Nothing for you.” Y/n rearranged herself, looking at Matty’s eyes with her own full of tears. 

Matty was taken aback from her sayings. “Nothing?” 

“You were with her meanwhile…” Y/n stated as a fact. 

“No!” Matty took a few steps forward into her room. “Of course not! Daisy and I- We never- It wasn’t like that between us. Y/n, we-”

“We what? Right, nothing…it meant the same as the other girls you fucked…” 

“Y/n, you know that’s not true!” Matty insisted on it. 

Y/n let him know, “I don’t know any more after yesterday!”

“Please, listen to me.” Matty continued making himself closer to her. “I would never do that to you, never.” He searched for her eyes, Y/n felt hypnotised by them. “You’re the mother of my baby, you’re my friend…” Y/n went to protest, but Matty stopped her. “You’re the love of my life, Y/n!” Matty finally admitted. 

Y/n felt shocked by it. “You don’t mean that, Matty.”

“I do, I fucking do. I loved you since the first moment I met you…” Matty felt brave enough to hold her face between his hands. “I was a fucking coward, I still am. Well, now I’m trying to fix that. I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the start and never stopped.”

“Don’t say that…” Y/n couldn’t believe it, it was impossible for her. 

Matty felt more sure of himself. “It’s the truth.”

“Why you never said anything?” Y/n whined, losing herself into his eyes. 

“Because…the prospect of losing you, or you hating me- Can’t do, baby.”

“Matty-”

“I mean it.” He leaned forward. 

“I don’t know if I can do this- No right now…” Y/n closed her eyes. It was a lot for only one day. She was feeling quite overwhelmed.

 “Why not? I know you feel it too.” He was sure of it. 

“Matt-”

“Fuck, gorgeous…please.” Matty wasn’t going to stop begging if that was needed for her to returned with him.

“Stop, I need space to think!” Y/n took a step backwards, making his hands fell at his sides. 

“What there’s to think, Y/n? We love each other!”

“A lot there’s to think! Saying you love me doesn’t solve things magically, Matty. My phone is bombarded by your fans telling me how horrible of a mother I am, dating some random guy. Said guy that was fucking other girls while dating me, person I don’t want to hear about, but now I have to. My name is on a handful of articles. Amelia’s privacy, my privacy, it has been violated. Add to the mix the videos of you with that girl-” Y/n let her anger took over.

Matty started to explained about Daisy, “I walked her out of the venue…that was all-”

“Well, they say other stuff.” Y/n exposed what the articles were saying. She knew she shouldn’t believe them, but it was difficult not to sometimes. 

“Y/n, you know better than-”

“Do I? Matty, this is all very confusing…I need time.” Y/n begged. 

“I can give you time, space…everything, but don’t leave me.” Matty reached for her hands. 

“I think it is for the best, Matty. For now…”

“No.”

“Yes, we need to think about Amelia. We were okay when we stopped messing around-”

“We weren’t just-”

”Doesn’t matter now.” Y/n spat.

“It does!”

“Matty, be real.”

“I am!”

“What happens when you get bored of me, of being a…couple, ha? Where am I going to be left? Being just your friend again and the mother of your daughter? Think about Amelia…I don’t want us to mess up with her head.”

“Y/n-”

“What happens when you take onto fucking every single groupie again right where you left it?”

“I don’t want to get back to that, Y/n. Since you are in my life, I’m done with it….since we had Amelia here, I’m done with all that shit. I want the three of us…”

“And yet you kept doing it, Matty”

“You’re not being fair with me. Adam has a family-”

“Adam is Adam, you…are you, Matty.” Y/n bitter tone wounded Matty deeply.

“I would do anything to have you again.”

Y/n tilted her head.“When did you really have me, Matty? We were never…”

“Don’t say it, don’t fucking say it.”

“I’m sorry, Matty. I think it is for the better if I stay with Grace for the night…” Y/n concluded.

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A few days later…

Matty was closing his suitcase, which was placed on top of his bed; a place that stayed untouched for days. Matty had been sleeping on the couch or besides Amelia's crib. He was physically incapable of getting under his sheets. 

He looked around, feeling nostalgic already. Matty had to leave for tour in a couple of hours, before that, George was going to pick him up soon. He didn’t want to leave, not when Y/n and him were barely talking. Matty did his best to give her the space and time she needed, he was sure about his intentions and his past actions. If he had to, he would wait his entire life for her. He was sure she was going to return to be his, this time was different from before. Y/n loved him, he knew. That was what kept him going. Even though, leaving for two weeks was reaping his heart from his chest. 

Matty grew used to the routine of staying home, going to the studio and return to his girls. He was getting old, getting tired of all the hassle of touring. He loved the moment he was on stage, with the fans, but the rest was starting to bother him. Specially since Amelia and Y/n stayed at home. 

The sound of the front door closing, the soft chat of Amelia and Y/n –mostly the mother talking–, brought him back. He took the suitcase, carrying it in one hand while he started walking downstairs. 

Matty left the item close to the door, voices came from the kitchen now. He smiled hearing them interact. He walked slowly there. 

“Hey.” He made himself present. Y/n turned to look at him from the kitchen, closing the refrigerator slowly. 

“Hi.” She answered. 

Matty twisted his hands, anxiously, “George is picking me up in a couple of minutes…” he told Y/n.

“Mhm.” she expressed shortly.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Amelia.” Matty hesitated, wanting to say more, wanting to beg.

“Sure.”

He approached Amelia, interrupting her playtime. “Mel-mel?” He called her attention.

“Daddy!” the little girl said, running to hug him.

Matty rounded her, “Baby, daddy has to go now.” He tried to explain, she looked at him trying to understand. “Daddy is going to miss you so much, Mel.” Matty felt tears coming but fought them, he didn’t want to upset her.

Amelia noticed his change, “Daddy.” she hugged him tight, hiding herself inside his embrace. 

“I know, I know…I’ll see you soon, okay baby?” Matty rocked from side to side, trying to soothe her. 

“No.” she whined. Y/n’s heart breaking a few meters away from them.

“Yes, you’re going to have fun with mommy and aunty Grace.” Matty tried this time.

Amelia wasn’t having it, “Daddy.”

“It’s okay, we’re okay.” 

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Y/n went to answered it. 

After a short chat, she informed, “Matt, George is outside.”

“I know.”

“Come on, she’ll be fine. I promise.” Y/n approached her daughter and Matty.

He stood up, taking Amelia with him. He turned around, coming closer to Y/n. She stood there, waiting for his actions. He took her cheek on his hand, caressing it. 

“Y/n-” he said, searching for her eyes. 

Y/n contained her tears. It wasn’t the moment. “Not now Matt-”

He rested his forehead on her. If they were going to talk, at least he needed to be close, to touch her after leaving the house. Maybe, like that, she would understand his feelings. 

“Please.” Matty couldn’t stop trying.

“Go and do your thing, Matty.” Y/n said, more sure of herself. “We’ll be here…waiting, and then we will talk, okay?” she promised. 

“Mhm.” Matty agreed, without moving a single muscle. 

Y/n instructed, “Go.”

Matty opened his eyes, looking at her from inches away. “I love you.” he openly expressed.

“Matty.” Y/n softly complained.

“You don’t have to say it, I need to say it.” she nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Matty spoke, and turned to kiss Amelia’s head. “Bye, baby.” He proceeded to pass Amelia to Y/n.

“Daddy, no-” she struggled, reaching for the comfort of Matty’s body. His heart breaking in pieces with the idea of hurting Amelia.

Y/n lulled her, “Shh, baby…it’s okay, mommy is here.” 

Matty walked away, not turning around. If he took one more look at Amelia and Y/n we would refuse to leave the house.

The front door closing down resounded around the house. Amelia started crying harder, Y/n couldn’t contain her tears and joined her. 

“Daddy!” Amelia tried to call him back.

Matty was gone. 

[mqsi]

bro ur really good a ta writting 👏❤❤❤

anyways can you write smut about fc barca players seeing readers preformance at idk a show for celebs or something ALSO the reader is belly dancing and singing hips don't lie, chantaje and ojos asi ( as if the reader was the original maker of the songs)

thanks love ya

Thank you love, I’ve seen your recent post and I just wanted to tell you that everything is gonna be okay, you’re strong. Here you go, I love you💓

warning: smut

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You just released a new album, ads and campaings for it were everywhere. You ended up getting an invitation for an event in Madrid. It was meant to gather the young stars in the world from various professions. Some of the Barça players were there as well.

You did a short interview first before the staff led you to a small stage so you can perform a song or two from the album. On your way there you met eyes with a short brunette. You immediately recognized the face. Golden boy, Pedri.

His eyes weren’t leaving yours and you smiled, rushing to the stage.

As you got on, people started gathering around, eager to hear you sing live. Pedri nudged Gavi in the shoulder, whispering something in his ear before they made their way to you.

Music blasted from the speakers as you started singing. The song you chose to do was very dynamic and it needed a good dance choreography to follow. Your hips started moving to the beat, the outfit you were wearing was showing some skin here and there.

At first, you were sceptical about wearing it but the way Pedri was watching you, it seemed like the perfect choice now. His eyes were on your body the whole time. You were enjoying yourself, his gaze was boosting your ego and he knew by the way you smiled at him.

When you finished the performance, people gave you a round of applause. You thanked everyone but the the only thing on your mind was Pedri. You wanted to approach him but your eyes lost his form. You were guessing he had his interviews and what not and just let it be for now.

The rest of the event was quite boring with your thoughts drifting off to Pedri. You were unsuccessful with finding him for the rest of the night. Disappointed, you went back to your hotel only to be met with the person you searched for the entire night. Pedri and Gavi were in the lobby, talking to some people before heading to the elevator.

You weren’t really planning to chase after him but the circumstances gave you no other option. You pretended like you needed to chase the elevator, which was not really a lie after all.

Gavi noticed you running and stopped the doors from closing. You rushed in

“Thank you” and Gavi nodded.

Pedri turned his eyes from the phone and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. He stuffed the phone in his pocket, giving you full attention.

“That was a nice show, you sure know how to dance” he replied, reffering to your quite sensual dancing on stage just a few hours ago.

“Well thank you, you sure know how to stare”

Gavi snorted but soon composed himself as Pedri gave him a warning look.

“I would say you enjoyed my staring skills”

The elevator came to a stop, both boys needing to get off here. You were trying to think of a quick comeback or anything to say to keep talking to him when you heard Pedri whisper in your ear.

“room 268, I’ll be alone in an hour” he said, leaving you shocked and turned on.

An hour passed rather quickly with you taking a shower and trying to find the underwear that match your bra the most,but at the end decided to just go without one. You weren’t really planning to get laid on your trip to a celebrity event but I guess you never know.

You nervously made your way to his door, knocking. Pedri opened, greeting you in a pair of shorts and a basic t shirt.

“I wasn’t sure If you’d actually come” he said, stepping to the side so you can enter the room. He locked the door behind you.

“You’re sharing this room?” You said, placing your phone down as the only thing you brought with you.

“Yes, with Gavi, but he ain’t sleeping here tonight” he said making his way on the balcony. You followed behind him, getting comfortable in one of the chairs. The balcony was pretty high up, giving you a stunning view of the city shining in the night.

“So, what made you come?” Pedri asked, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against the railing.

You looked up at him from your spot “You”

“Oh yeah? Show me”

You got up from your seat, now standing in front of him. He looked you up and down, a slight smile plastered on his face.

“I mean, not wearing a bra speaks for itself” he said, now looking at your nipples that were visible against the tight tank top.

You stepped closer, one hand pulling apart his from his chest. “Well, I said I came here for you”

Pedri pulled you in by your waist, crashing your lips together in a messy kiss. Hands roaming your body, eventually coming to your breasts, teasing your nipples trough the material. You moaned in his mouth, one hand sneaking down to the bulge in his shorts. You stroked him a bit before sinking down on your knees.

“So needy, aren’t you? Gonna suck my dick here?” he said, pulling your hair from your face.

You smiled up at him, pulling the shorts and boxers down. Cold air on his bare cock made Pedri hiss, urging you to take him in your warm mouth. You gave him a few playful tugs before licking the tip. Soon, your mouth enveloped him, his hands tangling in your hair.

Pedri threw his head back, the wind ruffling his hair. He opened his eyes for a moment, met with the starry sky. You kept sucking him off, enjoying his sounds that were muffled by the streets.

Pedri pulled you back by your hair, breathing heavy.

“As much as I want to cum down your throat, I really want to fuck you as well”

Smirking, you got up and rushed back into the room. Pedri pushed you against the glass walls,kissing down your neck. He made quick work of your clothes, pressing you against the glass. You squirmed from feeing the cold material against your nipples.

All of this made you dripping wet, just waiting for him to fill you up. “Pedri,please”

He laughed behind you, one hand grabbing his cock, pushing it trough your folds, coating him in your juices. You whined when you felt him push in, stretching you out so deliciously. He grunted against your ear.

His hips soon found a steady pace, keeping his hands on your hips, ocasionally gripping them.

“It seems these are not just for dancing, ha?” He said, pulling out and slamming back into you.

You moaned, pushing your ass back, urging him to continue. He pressed your cheek against the cold surface.

“Fuck, you love being fucked like this? Pressed up against the glass? I wonder what would people think If the glass weren’t tinted”

You could only moan his name over and over again, his cock hitting all the right spots. Pedri’s hand went to your clit, working in circles. You could feel tears of pleasure forming.

“Go on, cum for me bonita”

A few more snaps of his hips and you were gone, his strong arms holding you up. He was close himself, thrusts sloppy, chasing the orgasm. Muttering curses under his breath, Pedri came on your ass, smearing the cum with his cock.

You looked back at him from the glass

“I hope there are more events you’re invited to”

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you didn’t specify who so I chose Pedri, I think he fits this better than Gavi.

a/n: poor Gavi sleeping on the floor at someone elses room so Pedri can fuck

[chvoswxtch]

OMG HII HAPPY 2K, LOVE!!!!

Thank you for writing and sharing it with the world, FOR FREE ‼️💖💕💞

Truly a blessing if u ask me and know you're appreciated by me (a big whore) and other people alike 😋

I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!

So here goes my silly thot:

hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)

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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."

AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖

i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-

this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)

thots below the cut

frank castle's meat

let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)

he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills

now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders

his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)

now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage

maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town

being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you

"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."

sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside

he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him

you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will

so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights

and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else

"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."

and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want

you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head

"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."

again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words

"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."

"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"

if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint

and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring

he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you

needless to say, you're his favorite customer

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

Billie Joe Armstrong/Cis Male Reader smut where Billie where's pink panties and gets absolutely destroyed by reader and reader only refers to Billie as "Mr. Green Day".

(also its bleach blonde billie)

wears* also don't use anon i was right next to you when you sent this? @pinkfor3stt

Well isn't this just a sight.

1994, Green Day is at the top of the charts, they're selling albums in the millions. Every music magazine has his face on it or in it in some way.

And here he is. The one and only Billie Joe Armstrong on his hands and knees in front of you. In your bed. In jeans so low rise you can't do anything but notice his pretty pink lady underwear. And you make a point to tell him as you reach around to unbutton his jeans.

“Isn't this just a bit girly for you?” You giggle, snapping the lace-embroidered waistband against his skin. You move out of the way enough for Billie to kick his pants the rest of the way off, but quickly resume your clothed crotch to less-clothed ass position. “I mean I could understand the leopard print, but wow, neon pink? Lace? What would the audience think had you taken your pants off stage with these Mr. Green Day?” The condescension in your voice makes Billie sigh.

“They'd love it, you know. Maybe next time.” His laugh at his own joke is interrupted by you pulling his head back by his hair roughly, resulting in a yelp and a slew of profanity. You figure that that's enough talking from the both of you, might as well get to the point now. You move his underwear to the side and sloppily aim spit vaguely near his entrance. At the same time, you perform the masterful stunt of unbuttoning your pants with one hand.

You lean over, pressing yourself against Billie’s back. You turn his face to the side, giving you easy access to press a kiss to his lips. While doing so, you shove yourself inside of him. Unsurprisingly due to the lack of prep, he lurches forward, disconnecting from the kiss and letting out a strangled moan. You roll your eyes as you pull away. It’s not like you stabbed him.

You place two firm hands on the man-of-the-hour’s hips, figuring he’s had enough time to adjust as you begin to move. You hit the ground running at a solid one hundred and twenty beats per minute, and Billie’s making sounds that would give any bystander the impression you're killing him. You don’t exactly blame him this time, you’re having trouble keeping your cool with the way he’s arching into you, face fully down on the mattress. Any attempt to hold himself up has gone, and you’re only, what, a minute in?

You hook an arm around Billie’s waist, pulling him as close as possible and using that as leverage to pick up the pace as much as possible. He might as well be screaming now, spitting pathetic attempts at full sentences. The only words he seems to be able to get out are ‘mother fucker’ and ‘jesus christ’. You hoist him up a bit further, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you speak.

“Yeah, what? You like that, don’t you Mr. Green Day?” In retrospect, you realize how strange of a thing that is to say while absolutely demolishing a famous man’s insides, but you live and you learn. Billie reacts though, clenching around you and moaning louder and higher than before. You’re sure he’s close, and you know you are. You let him fall against the bed, keeping your arm around his waist and ramming into him as hard as you can. It only takes a moment of that before you and Billie both cum seconds away from eachother. You let your legs give out from under you, laying on top of Billie for just a beat before catching your breath enough to roll off of him. You both lie face up for a while, trying your best to level your breathing.

“Where the hell did the Mr. Green Day thing come from?” Billie says, low and hoarse.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, no I do. Use it again sometime.”

[lexithwrites]

I have sooo many asks for wolfstar but idk what the limit is for the asks(I have 9 I'm sooo sorry u can ignore if u want)56, 46, 51, 38, 22, 19, 17, 15, 2

(Ignore If it's too many or if u don't wanna answer)

never apologise! i love doing these and i love getting asks! thank you so much<3

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

I think Sirius get's bad nightmares sometimes, mostly of his childhood and his family, and Remus is gently stroking his hair when he wakes up and whispering the softest, sweetest most comforting words to his man until sirius eventually falls asleep again

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

oh absolutely, they say i love you constantly. you never know what might happen (sirius' motto) and its an excuse to just tell remus how much he loves him every second of the day, and remus is always saying it back with a big smile

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

i feel like they both would in different circumstances, like at home remus is a lot more comfortable touching sirius and kissing him because they're alone and so he'll always be wrapping an arm around him and tugging him close or he'll pull him closer in bed or when they're watching a movie and start kissing his jaw. sirius is more like this in public, he loves showing remus off to people because he's so proud of him and proud to BE with him

I actually answered 19 and 22 already so I'll answer 20 and 23!

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I wanna be yours by the arctic monkeys (i can picture sirius singing this to remus on stage in a bar, not breaking eye contact, plucking guitar strings, his hips subtly moving as he sings with a smirk)

23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

oh they're both pretty bad at it honestly, i cant see them as morning people at all. they both want to lie in and sleep some more but i think sirius is more whiny about it whilst remus is more handsy

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

sirius is more experimental, and experienced, but i'd say they're both pretty vanilla. they aren't the kinkiest couple in my opinion, they make love more than fuck, and the kinkiest thing sirius even likes his hair pulling and calling remus puppy, but sex usually leads to them staring into ecah others eyes as they move together, its passionate, intimate and jsut THEM

46. Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?

i think sirius would tease remus about it but never do it, remus isn't good with pda haha especially if there's cameras, but theyve made out a little in a cinema once and remus was bright red as they left

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

sirius wraps his pinky around remus' and remus rubs the back of sirius' neck

56. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

sirius is great at dirty talk and remus is a sucker for it, he'll melt if he starts whispering in his ear and trailing his finger over his chest. remus on the other hand just has to press himself against sirius and hug him, put his face in his neck and gently move his hips and sirius is dragging him into their room or throwing him over his shoulder

otp asks!

[psychedelic-ink]

musician joel and his skillfull fingers😵‍💫

I agree with this ask a %100. that man could destroy you with his fingers alone

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓

Head Filled with Parasites Masterlist | General Masterlist

pairing: musician!joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 833

summary: you and joel have a bit of a detour before the show.

warnings: semi public setting (the inside of joel's truck), fingering, dirty talking, praise kink

a/n: you don't really need to read the oneshot to read this, all you need to know is that Joel is a musician, enjoy!

It’s dark and cold. A chill settles over your skin, a puff of fog curling from between your lips. Joel pulls to a stop and you see the bar, it’s a bit far up ahead but its neon red light is visible. 

“We’re here,” he says, breaking the silence. 

“That we are.” 

Neither of you makes a move to get out. You’ve missed him, it’s been a while. Between his shows and your work, it was hard to make time for each other. You turn to him when he places a hand on your thigh, you can feel the heat radiating from his palm, he squeezes the flesh tenderly. 

“This is more difficult than I thought,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “I really don’t wanna go on stage tonight, would much rather spend the night with you.”  

“You don’t need to say that. You don’t need to lie. I know you love performing and you don’t need to choose. I love watching you on stage.” you place a hand over his, smiling. “Gets me all excited.” 

“Does it now?” 

There’s a tremor to his voice that makes you shudder. His hand skims up your leg, fingers playing with the button of your jeans as he presses his lips to your throat. He drags his mouth up the column of your neck, teeth nipping at the skin, hand cheating down the waistband of your jeans and panties. Thick fingers find purchase between the lips of your sex, slowly moving them up, he draws soft circles around your pulsing clit. 

Your body arches against the back of the seat, hips lifting for a firmer touch of his fingers. It’s such a fleeting touch, ticklish almost, and it forces a whine from the back of your throat. You feel Joel’s grin on your skin, he disguises the tease by pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

“You’re soaked, honey,” he purrs. “I bet y’could take every inch of me if we fucked right now.” 

His fingers move slow, it’s unnerving to feel how wet you’re getting, your inside clenching and gushing at the stroke of his fingers. Something iron hot coils tight within your stomach, you shudder, moans spilling from your lips. 

“J-Joel,” 

“I know sweet girl, I know,” he takes a deep breath and presses the heel of his palm hard into your clit, you jump, pleasure rolling over your spine like the scorching sands of a desert. “I know you want it bad—need it—but sadly my fingers will have to do.” 

Heat trails up your body and finds home in the spot between your legs, it’s blinding and the neon of the bar becomes blurred. Mouth agape and brows pinched together, you visibly shiver as he slips his fingers deep inside, he scissors them, stretching you in a way that makes your body automatically prepare to take something bigger. Slick thickly coats his fingers, he can feel it, the wetness, the fluttering of your walls, he growls into your lips before closing the distance, licking the sound of arousal from your tongue. 

With deep breaths, you take a hold of his wrist, nails biting into his skin. The sting of it eggs him on as he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it hard enough that he draws blood. He soothes the blossoming pain with his tongue, fingers curling and moving until it finds that special spot inside. You’re a babbling mess, muttering his name and begging for more. Joel keeps on telling you to be patient, that he’ll give you his cock after the show, with every words he breathes out, he fucks you full of his fingers, grinds his palm roughly over your clit. 

“Gonna be the best show I ever do,” he groans, tongue flat over your bottom lip. “Knowing that y’re all wet and watchin’ me.” 

It doesn’t take you long to come undone around his fingers—A moan rips from your throat, your breathing heavy and coming out rushed. He continues to thrust his fingers, the pads of the digits stroking a spot that makes you see white over and over. Your entire body goes rigid, every muscle trembling with a need and an ache. 

“That’s it,” he whispers. “That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Lookin’ so pretty for me, you’re doing so so good. Love seein’ that face. You like makin’ me happy don’t you?” 

You nod hysterically, your insides starting to grow oversensitive and raw, “I do. I love making you happy.” 

Removing his fingers, he shoves them needily into your mouth, your swirl your tongue around the digits, tasting yourself, and he presses them down on your tongue. Your pussy throbs as you instinctively move your body toward him. Pulling out his fingers, he grabs your chin and leans in, tongue slipping between your lips. He openly moans into your mouth, another wave of arousal washes over you. 

“We gotta go,” he mumbles as he pulls away, lips kiss-swollen. “Thank god you don’t have work tomorrow.” 

[fritz-federleicht]

On the red carpet and on tour headcanons (Corey, Mick & Jim)

COREY

On the red carpet:

- Corey touches you all the time. REALLY all the time

-holds your hand firmly in his so as not to lose you in the crowd

- his hand always rests on your thigh. He knows you don't like being in public. You do it for him. He is grateful to you. That's why he thanks you in return. It reassures not only you but also himself.

- He gives evil looks to anyone who even dares to look at you

- I'm sure Corey would yell "That's my girlfriend/wife!" to the paparazzi while you were being photographed. Because he's so proud that you're his

On tour:

- During rehearsals, you sit in the empty audience and watch your boyfriend practice with his colleagues. You cheer them on for fun. Corey then puts on a short dance performance by standing with his back in your direction and wiggling his butt. He moves his hands to the rhythm in front of his chest. After his dance he turns around and laughs with you about it

- after exhausting concerts Corey loves it when you take him in your arms

- since you share a bed in the tour bus it's very close when you sleep together. But you love the closeness. When you feel the warmth of each other

- his arms are around your hips. He presses you against his chest. Maybe just out of love but maybe also because he is afraid to lose you

- Corey always insists that you go to sleep during the concerts. But you want to support him, so you always stay near the stage. No matter how tired you are

MICK

On the red carpet:

- holds the car door open for you, then takes your hand and helps you climb the stairs to the event

- If your dress slips, Mick stands in front of you so no one takes pictures of you fixing it

- always has his arm wrapped around your hips

- when you pose for photos together he looks straight ahead, you look up at him and smile

- his mask makes him look so evil. But inside him is a big teddy bear and you know it. That's why you fell in love with him

On tour:

- Mick knows you're always standing on the edge of the stage. It has become a habit that he comes to you at least once at every concert. While he's still playing guitar you give him a kiss on the mask

- when you finally have time for yourselves Mick loves it when you lie on his chest and cuddle with him

- compared to him you are so small. You are his little baby

- he loves it when you run through his hair. This allows him to relax

- you are always cold for some reason. That's why Mick wraps you in a blanket and then lies down as close as possible to you to give you as much warmth as possible. Only your face looks out of the blanket. Mick puts his hand on your cheek and gives you a kiss on your hair before he snuggles up to you again. You smile and whisper, "I love you."

JIM

On the red carpet:

-Jim tries to keep you out of the public eye. That's why you wear his mask at events. You don't know how to close it. For this reason, Jim does it for you. Before he pulls the mask over your face, he gives you a passionate kiss on the lips

- "Can you still breathe?" You nod in response. Jim closes the mask on the back of your head. When he sees you with your mask on, he can't help but think you're gorgeous

- "Why are you with me anyway?" He asks you while taking your face, hidden behind the mask, in his hands

- "You know why." "I love you." "I love you too."

- When you stand on the red carpet, all eyes are on you. The fans speculate who could be under the mask

-Jim holds your waist tightly and leans down to plant a kiss on the top of your head

- The paparazzi go crazy

On tour:

- on the way to the next city, you sit together in the tour bus. You sit on Jim's lap and snuggle up to him. Jim keeps pressing kisses on your shoulder. You scroll on your phone. Jim watches you

- he loves to relax before gigs. You and Jim walk hand in hand through the city you are in at the moment. Of course you only go to places where there are not so many people.

[forkgirl]

Hi, if you would you like to write more about Gotham Oswald, I'd definitely read it 😁 I really liked you nsfw alphabet 💜

Don't know what kind of requests are you taking, but I'll give a shot. I would really like to read when he spots an attractive woman f.e. in his club and what would happen later. Would he start to seduce her? Or maybe be seduced?

He deserves love 💜

Me & Mr. Cobblepot

gotham!penguin x fem!reader

a/n: yes he does deserve love!! i kinda liked how this fic ended up. :) hope you enjoy!! it was a bit rushed cause i wanna let everyone know i’m not dead…. but let me know if I should make a part 2!! because I have some ideas for it :)

cw: fem reader, suggestive themes, drinking

It wasn’t uncommon for you to stumble into the Iceberg Lounge every once in awhile, looking for someone to pounce on. Never a success, you’d come later and later, patrons all around offering to buy you a drink. None of them excited you enough, however.

It was around midnight, the club was settling down from its busiest hours being usually from 9-11pm, and you sat around one of the tables by the stage. You took a sip of your whiskey glass, face scrunching at the taste. You wistfully stare at the other patrons, seeing if any would happen to catch your breath.

The dim lights accentuated everyone’s silhouette, but your eyes were drawn to a figure across the room from you, a somewhat short, pale looking man. Uncrossing your legs you stared at him for a good bit, watching as he’d slam his fist on the table occasionally, give glares to his table mates every so often before returning to his rant.

His table mates left soon after, obvious he had dismissed them with a mischievous smile on his face, taking this as your cue to walk up. You carried yourself with such confidence, as if you were a supermodel walking the runway, foot in front of the other, just like how you read in a magazine.

Standing for a brief second his cologne, smelling like he’s got money, lingered around you before he even took a glance.

“Ah-! I’m sorry, how long have you been… standing there?” He said, with pauses in between as he looked up and down your body, from your sultry red stilettos to your black tights and matching bodycon dress.

“Just for a bit. It wasn’t too long, I wasn’t stalking you or anything. First time here? I haven’t seen you around.” You say this to nearly everyone, but truth be told, you’ve never seen this man in your life.

“Not exactly. I own the club. Is there… uh, something I can help you with?”

Smiling, you bit your lip subtly to hold yourself back from giggling. He was still looking up and down at you, gazing at your hips and chest. You bend over and rest your elbow on the table, face in your hands looking right at him.

His hands were twitching, wanting to grab you by your pearl choker and have you his way, but he prided himself on being a gentleman, he needs to show you the act of seduction - not if you do first.

You inhaled and smiled at him, snaking your satin gloved hand atop his.

“Mm.. you don’t mind if I sit here, do you, sir?”

“No, no, not at all, darling.. please, um, right here.”

He had a nervousness to his voice, worried you’d be here just to try and bring him down, or perhaps you noticed he looks like he has money, someone who can work you up Gotham’s social pyramid, to use him like everyone did before.

“I’m Oswald, Oswald Cobblepot, if you didn’t know,” he looked away from you when he said this. He couldn’t believe such a stranger could make him heat up all like this.

“It’s very nice to meet you. Call me Y/N.” You said back, stroking the top of his hand with your thumb.

He got a little bold after that, staring into your eyes and after a nod and smile from you, even though you were clueless as to what his next move was - he put his hand on your thigh, moving your leg up to lie across his lap. He couldn’t help the growing arousal he felt from touching you, feeling you, let alone being on him.

“So, it’s just you and me, Mr. Cobblepot.”

[stormblessed95]

2015 BTS LIVE HYYH ON STAGE DVD

This package was released on 160223 and covers the concerts performances filmed from 151127 to 160323. This DVD package covers just the Seoul concerts I believe, which were the first 3, 151127 - 151129. There are 3 DVDs included in this package. The first 2 DVDs cover the actual concert in full from 151129, the last day in Seoul. The other 5 performances were in Japan. The 2nd DVD also includes a talk about ‘花樣年華’ (HYYH) and the full VCR Interview. Disc 3 includes Prologue and VCR making film, the Rehersals and practice making films and the concert making film. (346 minutes in total from all 3 DVDs.)

Track List:

1. House of Cards

2. Hold Me Tight

3. Let Me Know

4. Danger

5. N.O.

6. Converse High

7. 24/7 = Heaven

8. Miss Right

9. Moving On

10. Run

11. Butterfly

12. Tomorrow

13. Hip Hop Lover

14. 2nd Grade

15. Boyz with Fun

16. Dope

17. Intro: Skool Luv Affair

18. War of Hormone

19. Boy in Luv

20. Intro: Nevermind

21. MA City

22. I Need U

23. For You

24. I Need U

Disc 1:

HYYH On Stage Concert

Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook had the best hellos 🥰 Yoongi forever just holding his hand up and encouraging screaming and cheers, it's iconic. Jins worldwide handsome gimic that is the truest thing ever and JK with the "no matter how old you are, I'll always be your maknae" 😭 I love that they all just vibed out and hyped each other up for No More Dream and N.O. but also still the did the ending choreo for NO, because Jimins acrobatics are just so freaking cool. And this VCR is adorable. I can't wait to see the making film, but it's giving me the basketball yoongi content I always crave for real.

Everyone talks about orange hair Jimin and Mint Yoongi during these concerts, but Pink hair Joon and Taes green highlights need infinitely more love! I'll again mostly focus on some of my favorite cute interactions they have during these concert, but omg they are SUCH stage commanders. Those live vocals 😍 for anyone who hasn't seen the full concert included in this DVD and wants to, I found it for yall on daily motion. You can watch it here with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4. 💜💜

I love that they performed Converse High too in this concert, but with only Hope, Joon and Jin. They were so cute together and Jin SHINED! Jimin talking to Armys at the start of Miss Right and Tae just hanging out behind him making "he is crazy" faces 🤣 Joon singing his verse to Tae who is just giggling like crazy and dancing with him. They are sooo cute. Jimin hyping up both Yoongi and Hobi during their verses 🥺 I love listening to ARMY sing in these concerts too. It's so special. Jin saying that Miss Right reminds him of gazing lovingly at Jhope and asking him to do aeygo. LOL OKAY 2seok, flirt right in front of us all thank you.

I just noticed Jin is wearing a shirt that says "lost in lust" 😅 Jimin following Joon around during his entire verse is so cute. Lol and then he is just walking around in between the floors with his jacket only on one arm 🤣 everyone dances so cute and gets so hype with this song. I love it! JK playing fake instruments on his mic around Suga as he raps hyping him up! Yoongi running across the stage in order to hype Hobi up properly as he raps during Boyz with Fun. And the ever present what choreo is Tae doing this time when they preform this song! I love his vocals this song so much too. I will never understand War of Hormone hate. It's a whole bop. JK and Jin sound like angels, Vmin growl the whole time, Jimins high notes. The grit and cadence the rap line bring. JK lifting Suga effortlessly everytime, The fun dance. I'll always love this song, don't even care lol

NamGi starting moving on rapping together "AYO SUGA" one of my favorite parts of the song, can't lie. And the way Tae watched Hope do his verse so sweetly, mouthing along to all the words too 🥺 and then going on to perform Run for the very first time and the first time to show ARMYs the song as well. They showed MV highlights and what a special experience that had to have been, to see/hear the song first at their concert. The screams everytime they pushed their jackets down off their shoulders in the choreo 😅🤣

Yoongi skipping his verse in I Need U and taking his earpiece out to listen to ARMY sing it for him. 🥺 Jikook honey vocals in I Need U 🥰 3J dance center in I Need U too, they are so cool. I love this performance so much. Joon is bias wrecking me hard too this concert! All the backup dancers getting hugs after the bow. Hopekook hearts on the raised platform, YoonJin posing for fans to take photos on the other platform. Vmin piggyback rides while saying goodbye to army. Namjoon blowing so many kisses 🥺🥺

Minimoni moments in Boy in Luv always so cute. Also I think this is the first time I am realizing that Jimin is down on all 4s for Hobi to step on to jump over everyone for his verse. Lol and these little interviews before the encore. Omg. Jimin talking about wanting to be the best swordsman in the world and then eventually a singer. Yoongi wanted to be a fireman before music. Jin wanting to be an inspiring actor and singers were his idols. Hope wanted to be a tennis player before dancing and than music, which fits him better. Tae's dream was to be a dad like his own, who was his hero 🥺. RM wanted to be a successful businessman like his dad at first before music. JK wanted to be a pro gamer and provid for his parents before wanting to be a singer after watching G-Dragon. They are all so cute.

Nevermind is one of my favorite songs, I absolutely loved they performed this as the opener to their encore 😭 Rapline during Ma City, the follow up of these songs back to back. UGH 😭 vocal line during the chorus, having a blast and just ugh. JKs Ad libs this whole concert, boy calm down!! They just have so much fun during this song for real! I love that they take the time to shout out each live band player too. Tae saying Suga hyung is so cool for his Nevermind song and asking if they should pat his behind and Yoongi bending over for Tae to pat his butt 😭😂🤣 please

Disc 2:

VCR Interview Full:

I could listen to these guys all day honestly. It's amazing hearing them talk about their hopes, dreams, thought etc back in 2015 too. Ill just link the whole thing with eng subs for you guys here though too, because you should all see it

The clips from the concert were so short and condensed from what their answers really were. I'm glad they shared these interviews in full too. They are all so self aware as people.

Talk About ‘花樣年華’ (HYYH):

It starts with their ending mentions for the concerts from Day 1. They are all so touching. Jimin goes first and JK goes right after him teasing him with a high pitched voice how JM had asked ARMYs "did you like it?" 🤣 why are they always like this? Yoongi teasing Tae that his mentions sounded like a growing up story and that it was touching. Lol "I want to go up high with you ARMY, so high no one else can reach." Yoongi 😭 who's gonna tell him? Which is followed of course by yoonmin/vmin bickering over who gives better speeches and Yoongi calling vmin babies lol. Jin bridging the gap and giving a beautiful speech about how hyyh can last forever 😭 Hobi talking about how through everything, ARMY is his motivation. Joon complimenting Hobi on being the best at aeygo is so cute. Namjoon taking the first part of his speech to single out Tae and JK to give them thanks for their part in helping create Run. That for the B part of the song after the rap verses, they used a melody made by Tae and put JKs lyrics over it and how it made the song perfect 😭 they looked so touched! He talked about how HYYH can be their youth, or a period where something big happens, but it's just living and accepting the beauty in life at the moment. And then he just continues on with this and Namjoon is the most inspiring person on the planet, I swear. Just for the rest of the members to tease him about making their speeches look bad while praising him too. 😂

Day 3, Tae starting off saying that ARMY and BTS are growing together. Yoongi saying that we are climbing a mountain together, and ARMY is not pushing them from behind, but rather they are climbing the mountain together holding hands, and that they think about ARMY every day. He is so sweet. Jin looking for his parents in the crowd and them standing to wave to him. Omg precious. Jin crying talking about how now, thanks to army, he can be a son to make his mom proud. And now IM CRYING. JK being so cute and sweet about continuing to work hard and being grateful to ARMY. Jimin talking about how his friends came and teasing them. Jimin saying that he thinks HYYH means living life with no regrets and he hopes ARMY won't regret anything and how performing in Korea is always extra special for them. Jhope saying thank you for being the most beautiful moment in his life 🥺 Namjoon ending us off with more beautiful words, talking about society blames younger generations often and it's easy to get discouraged. That everyone, no matter what can have hard times and troubles, just different kinds of troubles. And yes frustrations over that is how he started the HYYH album. How it's supposed to be a message of comfort to everyone. He is comfort.

Namjoon started Day 2 ending mentions with the teasing high pitched "did you like it?" questions from jikook the first day. Lol Jimin is comfort personified. And JK telling Jimin his mentions were really nice 🥺 "since our debut, I think every moment is a beautiful moment" JK 💜 Tae is going to make my vmin heart cry. "There is someone who made this the most beautiful moment. The first is ARMY fans. The second is when I had rough times, people who worried about me, Jimin and the friends" 🥺🥺 and the crowd chanting Jimins name! Lol and Tae saying his family came to the concert today and he wanted to make his dad cry 😂 Yoongi saying that his parents really wanting him to mention them and then telling them he loves them. Lol cute. Jin sharing that youth meant to be enjoyed in the moment and sharing his dad's advice. 🥺 Hobi saying that the stage is where he belongs (yes) and then crying when talking about seeing his family in the crowd and feeling like they can be proud of him 😭😭 someone give him a hug! "We all have the galaxy in our hearts" Namjoon is THE poet, telling us to find our own galaxy. His family is there too. I love him so much. JK afterwards calling out to his parents that he loves them. Jimin then taking another minute to call out to his little brother and say he hopes he was listening to what RM just said, please 😭😂

I very much so just summed those up, for those who want to watch them in full (you should) you can find them subbed here.

And that's going to end Part 1 of this post. I'll finish up this DVD with Disc 3 on part 2! They are such natural performers for real. I love every single stage they've ever given us. The talent is always there. Thanks for letting me share!

[issaxcharlie]

Someone To You

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends for most of their lives and have already spent some time in love, but not knowing how to jump from friends to lovers, they have been stranded in that rare transition for much longer than they should, something that does not go unnoticed neither for them nor for the members of the rock band.

A lot of Luke and Y/N fluff, and a lot of friendship between Y/N and the Sunset Curve boys💖 (oh and my usual nonsense)

Word count: +3k

Songs used: Kiss me by Ed Sheeran and Follow You by Echosmith

Two in the morning and Y/N has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the window echoes through the room.

She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her best friend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The second they are face to face, Y/N lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist, her face buried completely in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.

“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his vans with his feet, then moving to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.

That's when he can see the girl's face with attention, her features slightly illuminated by the night lamp and making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.

“Difficult night eh?” He asks just before pushing his body forward to jump to the other side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on his belly on her hips. “This was supposed to be way cooler and smoother.”

“I know Lu, maybe try to just walk next time?”

“Y/N, darlin’. Rockstars don’t just walk, we have to do everything with style.” He gets up and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.

“My mistake, Lucas.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."

He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Y/N's face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now, spill, handsome.”

He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. “My mom made me leave the house almost impossible, I was minutes away to miss the gig. I don't understand why it's so hard for her to understand that this is what I was born to do. If I want to be someone in this life, I have to continue on this path, no matter what. I don't want to die and just vanish, I want to leave a mark. We all want our lives to be great and to be remembered." Luke drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.

“I get you, and you know I will always support you.”

“But…”

“But I just want you to know this. You are someone, Luke. To me, to Reggie, Alex, Bobby, and no matter how much you guys argue, you are someone to your parents. You don't need to connect with everyone to make an impact, just with the people who matter to you.”

He moves his hands behind his head and stares in silence at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns to see her with the most charming smile in his repertoire. “Will you come to the Orpheum after we nail the audition?” Anyone would be disconcerted by his attitude, but for Y/N it is a typical Luke Patterson defense mechanism. Whenever he feels like the conversation is getting too heavy or when he just doesn't want to respond, he drastically changes the subject with his best smile to try and distract her.

“Of course I will, It’ll be one of the most important days of your life, I would never miss it. And I would not change you singing in my ear for anything, but there is something so special when you are on stage, it is like being in front of the microphone sets your soul on fire.” She replies with a delighted smile.

"I totally get what you mean. So, you like me to sing you to sleep, huh? C’mere beautiful." He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms” He stops for a second to meet her eyes again and give her a light kiss on the forehead, before confidently singing the chorus. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.”

Y/N smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Luke always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.

In the morning Y/N snaps her eyes open when she raises her arm to wrap her best friend’s waist and finds the space empty. She sits down and finds a note on her nightstand, Luke's unmistakable handwriting peeking out due to a poorly folded sheet.

“Good morning darlin’, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I had to go to the last rehearsal before the auditions. After that we will pick you up to go celebrate <3

PS: you look so hot while you drool my shoulder and the pillows."

-Luke

The girl can't help but blush, and furiously examines the pillow to see if she actually did it, only to find another little note below it.

“Gotcha.” She rolls her eyes and a little laugh escapes her lips.

Today is a ridiculously important day in the lives of the boys, if they manage to be among the 10 chosen for the second part of the contest, they will compete in the legendary Orpheum for the opportunity to land a record deal.

The four of them have been working like crazy even though the situation with their families has been getting worse in recent weeks, none of them have even thought about giving up. Without much to do during her day off, Y/N allows herself to remember the feeling of being in Luke's arms, the conversation she had with Alex and Bobby just a few days before in the back of her head.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex asks clearly annoyed while Bobby and Y/N laugh, turning to see Luke and Reggie jamming some songs across the sidewalk, in front of one of the hottest clubs in LA.

“Something about making the band better known before auditions.” she reports, as she closes the buttons on Luke's bleached jean jacket she's wearing.

“I understand that, but couldn’t he wait til tomorrow? We practiced all day, I’m tired as fuck.” The blond replies, getting irritated from exhaustion.

Bobby yawns, his eyes getting heavier as he rests his head in Y/N’s shoulder. “Muffin, I swear, your man has infinite energy.”

“He is not my man, Bobs.” She answers as she rests her head on his, ruffling his hair gently.

"Well maybe you should let him know, because he refers to you as his girl all the time." Bobby informs her, raising his head to see her reaction.

“He does?” Even in the dark both boys can see how red her cheeks are, and how the smile on her face grows with each passing second. Bobby decides to take a chance and keep teasing her.

“My girl is so insanely talented, that’s my sweet girl, my girl said this and I thought it was so freaking awesome because I’m hopelessly in love with her.”

“Man, that was so accurate. 10/10.” Alex replies while laughing, they lean in to highfive above her head, and she can't help but blush even more at her friend's words.

“You guys are the worst.” She wrinkled her nose and they both turned to see each other, agreeing silently that now is the moment to ask one of the questions they had wanted to ask her for months.

“Since we met you are in this strange relationship, in which you are both aware that you are in love with each other, but neither of you does anything. What are you waiting for?" Bobby asks, indicating Alex to support him with his eyes.

“Yeah bro after 3 years, it gets kind of old.” He adds, trying to sound cool.

“I guess, we just think it is not the right time. Since you started the band he has worked tirelessly on his career as a musician and that is what I want him to focus on. We both know what is in our hearts and for now that is more than enough.” She blurts out, trying to get her thoughts in order.

“That was so cheesy I want to die.” Alex answers in reflex, and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said.

“Oh my God, Alex. Go away! I will never open my soul to you again.”

The girl blushes again, a small smile at the corner of her lips as she remembers how after that her friends continued to tease her with Luke and called her Mrs Patterson for the rest of the night, both she and Luke totally embarrassed when they continued to tease them in the truck on the way home. She decides to get out her notebook and try to write a song, which she hadn't done since Luke formed Sunset Curve, and by the time she finished she had just some minutes before the boys arrived.

She managed to get ready in time, but what she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. The face that greeted her was Reggie's and not Luke's as always, and the sad little smile on the bassist's face wasn't normal either.

She instantly hugs him, making soft circles with her fingertips on his iconic leather jacket.

“Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. But he needs you.” He takes her hand and walks toward Bobby's old truck, and Y/N is even more confused when she meets his beaming smile as they climb into the back of the vehicle. Alex is smiling too, but he looks clearly anxious, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Can someone explain to me what happened? Where is Luke?"

“We did it, muffin!” He embraces her excitedly, his clear happiness reassuring the stressed girl.

“Congrats guys! I’m so proud of you!” He released her and she hugs Reggie with her left arm and with her free one takes Alex's hand, who takes it in his and fondly kisses her knuckles.

“Thank you Y/N, but going back to Luke, we need your help. Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected and how to put it nicely… he lost it.” The blond informs her while anxiously playing with his necklace.

“You are the one who always shows him the way.” Reggie says with a bigger smile this time.

“Okay, start the truck Bobs, my man needs me.” Alex snorts a laugh and Bobby fulfills her request after smiling teasingly at her.

“You told Bobby he wasn’t your man.” Alex remarked with a smirk, turning his head toward the back seat to look into her eyes.

“And you told the boy at the club that you didn't know Reggie so you wouldn't have to give him his number. What's your point?” She answered swiftly with a mirrored smirk.

The drummer tries to counter attack but fails miserably, instead whispers a “...Well played.” and looks back to the front of the road.

“Was he cute?” Reg asks with genuine curiosity, and they all debate whether the boy was Reggie’s type or not on the way to where Luke is.

The boys leave her in the big park where the girl already imagined her best friend was, and she walks directly to the place where they sat millions of times throughout her childhood and adolescence, in their little corner of paradise. It doesn't take her long to find a disgruntled Luke sitting against their tree with his guitar three feet away, lying on the grass.

“You look so hot when you are frustrated.” Luke looks up and calms down when he meets her eyes. “I think you are the one who needs a song to relax now.” She adds, pointing out at the guitar. He nods and she picks it up, sitting between Luke's legs, her back leaning against his chest.

She blushes as she begins to play the song she finished composing just an hour ago, grateful that he can't see her face because of the position they are in. “I thank God for you all the time. Someone who knows my faults, but loves me despite them all. And you, I'll follow you just like that. Doesn't matter how far, If I have you, I have it all.”

She feels him kissing her hair, his heart beating just as fast as her own. “I think I found my soulmate, yes I do. I think I found the one who knows me. I don't wanna think about what it'd be like without you. Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

When the song ends she freezes for a few seconds and Luke takes the opportunity to take the guitar and move it to the side, so that he can hug her closer to him, his arms around her waist while his chin rests on her shoulder.

“Your voice always shows me the way home.” Luke whispers sweetly in her ear, and Y/N instantly remembers Reggie said something similar in the truck, which means Luke had probably already expressed that thought to his friends, causing her to melt in his arms. She guesses it’s her turn to apply the famous Luke Patterson defense mechanism.

“What happened? I know you guys did pass, Bobby was so happy he wanted to cry.”

“We passed literally with the last ticket. They said they couldn’t see Sunset Curve, just another wannabe garage band, definitely not material for the big leagues.”

“Wow, that’s rough. And how did you react?”

"Reggie and Bobby held me by the arms and Alex by the back to stop me from going berserker." She smiles softly, imagining the scene clearly, and stretches her neck to see the guitarist's face.

“Lu, what else is bothering you?” He looks deep in thought, like he's forming multiple ideas in his head.

“I don't approve of everything they said, but I think maybe they have a point. I spent so much time trying to get the band to be material for a discography that I neglected our essence."

“Okay, then what’s the next move?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t do it without you.” He admits, staring deeply at her with his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Luke, remember when we first met?” She asks, trying to distract him from his problems at least for today.

“Yeah, we were six. I told you I wanted to be a rockstar, and you said Lucas wasn’t a rockstar name, that I had to change it immediately.” He recalls with a soft smile.

“After that day you got angry every time someone dared to call you by your name.” She remembers the scene with a laugh.

“You have to admit, little Y/N was wise, you wouldn't have a band if you were still a Lucas.” He chuckles, caressing her hair lovingly., and she leans at the touch.”

“From that day I knew that I always wanted to be by your side. All my life I have tried to be someone, someone for my parents, for my friends, for the public, but I have never had to try with you.

I've always been someone for you... and that's more than enough. You've always known who I am, even when I'm not sure myself. You have always been patient and have loved me unconditionally, and I want you to know that you can always expect the same from me. god, I know since I was a kid I would do anything for you. I need you, I’m tired to wait for the correct moment, because every moment with you feels right.”

“Lu… is this a love confession?”

“I- yeah. But it’s so hard, I feel so many emotions right now and I really want to kiss the hell out of yo-” Y/N pulls him towards her connecting their lips hungrily, both melting into each other's mouths. He bites her lower lip slightly and separates a few seconds to admire her face, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Darlin’, you can admit now your thing for rockstars. That’s exactly how you see me when I’m on stage.”

“I’ll admit it as soon as you admit you pretended to drown in the pool last year so I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“I would never do something like that… again.” They both laugh adoringly and Luke kisses her hard, determined to make up for all the lost time.

“Hey lovebirds, it’s time to go, Alex is minutes ago to snap at Reg and I don't want to end in the middle again, Reggie bit me last time.” They part abruptly, looking up at Bobby with daggers in their eyes.

“You can’t be all annoying all the time about our relationship and then ruin a moment like that.” she says clearly frustrated.

“Wow, eager much, muffin? someone is already whipped huh?” He jokes, causing Luke to put his finger in his mouth and then in his friend's ear.

“Bobby If you don’t shut up I swear-” She starts to fight, but he interrupts her.

“Are you guys dating now?” They both turn to see each other and smile, Luke wipes his hand on Bobby's shirt as they start to walk to the truck and entwine it with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, yes we are.” He declares with a majestic smile.

“Dammit I lost the bet to Alex. He said this was finally the year and I bet on another five.”

“Five? Really?” The girl asks, unable to believe what she hears.

“What? You have been in this strange relationship for about 12 years, five more years would be easy peasy. Reggie bet that you would make your lives with someone else and meet in 20 years to realize that it was always you." He informs them as they reach the vehicle, she looks in shock for a moment but then recovers and feings anger.

“Yeah, that’s it we are walking.” She decides, pulling Luke onto the sidewalk.

“You're just looking for an excuse to make out with your new boyfriend, you never get mad at us, not even the time Reggie stuck gum in your hair.” Bobby calls her out, and Reggie rolls the window down to emphasize that it was an accident.

“Okay yeah, I want to make out with my boyfriend and stick my tongue down his throat because as you mentioned, I've been waiting for many years to be able do it. So get lost or admire the show.” Reggie quickly closes the window again, and Bobby makes a disgusted face before almost running to the driver's seat.

“I’m so in love with you.” He admits with loving eyes, and she stands on tiptoe to fill him with light kisses on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. “I’m so in love with you, Lu.”

“Hey darlin’, I know you said the tongue in the throat thing to scare them away but…” He tries to explain himself, but she stops him knowing exactly what he wants to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m kissing the hell out of you as soon as we get home.” She reassures, caressing his hand.

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “Good.” A big smile on his face while pressing her hand a little harder to make sure this is actually happening.

Thanks for reading ✨

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[vannybarber]

Rude Boy

Summary: You're practicing a dance routine at Chris' house and you can't get a move down, so he helps you out ;)

Chris Evans x Famous¡BlackReader

(Imagine you're on Beyonce's level of fame. You can sing, rap, dance, act. All that 🥰.)

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, spanking, tiny fluff.

Words: 2.8k

S/N = Stage Name

"Chris pleaseeee" you say, literally on your knees in front of him.

"I don't know if I'm qualified for that. I mean you're S/N." He rubs his face and sighs. You hate when he talks down on himself like that.

You were currently in his living room, begging for him to critic your choreography for your upcoming performance this Sunday night at the Teen Choice Awards. Its nothing different from what you've done before, but you like the feedback. Chris was nominated for 2 awards and also is attending with Scott.

"Stop acting like I'm better than you. Can you please do this for me? Please boo?" You beg him once more, using the nickname you developed for him over the time you worked together.

You met him in the beginning of both you guys' career when you both got casted for Not Another Teen Movie. Then worked together again in Infinity War after the Russo brothers discovered your years old string of tweets begging to be in a Marvel film. You both vowed to never lose touch again after that.

He smiled to himself at the nickname and finally agreed. You clasped your hands together, squealing like a 2 year old. You get off your knees, grimacing at the slight pain on the pads. Grabbing your phone and speaker out your bag, you run to one of his large spaced rooms in his house and hook up your Bluetooth.

You were ready, but hearing his feet shuffling behind you, it was evident he had no intention of speeding up. So you run to him and grab his thick arm and pull him the rest of the way.

"Alright alright I'm comin' " he chuckled at your excitement. He picks up his pace so you don't pull his shoulder out his socket. Finally making it back to the room, you grab a chair for him and make him sit in it.

He sits, getting comfortable and you quickly walk over to your phone and start the music.

Tonight I'ma give it to you harder

Tonight I'ma turn your body out

Relax lemme do it how I wanna

If you got it, I need it and I'ma put it down

You start the dance, lipsyncing the lyrics. You already have great breath control, so you don't have to worry about messing up your vocals.

Buckle up, I'ma give it to you stronger

Hands up we gon' go a lil longer

Tonight I'ma get a lil crazy, get a lil crazy baby

You swirl your ass up in the air, in doggy style position. You look up at Chris and see him looking at your butt. You just smirk and keep going.

Going into your last verse, the nastiest one, the one move you've been struggling with is coming up.

I like when you tell me kiss you there

I like when you tell me move it there

So get it up, time to get it up

You say you want rude, boy, show me whatchu got now

Come here right now

You catch his eyes and wink. He winks back playfully. You guys had flirty exchanges, but they were all joke based. One of the great parts of you guys' relationship.

You lie on your back and prepare to do the move.

Come here rude boy boy can you get it up?

Come here rude boy boy is you big enough?

You attempt the move and mess up for the 50thousandth time. Sitting up on your knees, you bring your hands to your face and groan. Frustrated, you rise and bring the music back to the last verse.

Chris gets up and walks to your side, wrapping his huge bicep around your shoulder. "Hey what's wrong, bean?" He dips his head down to look at your scrunched up face. Like he ain't just watch you fuck up the move.

"I can't get the move right. It's the one part I'm struggling with." You stomp your foot on the brown hardwood floor and fold your arms.

"Well how about you just change it to something you already know" he suggests, but you're not hearing it.

This move is perfect for the song. The move is like you're riding an invisible dick. You have to roll your hips twice and jump back up on your feet, ass in the air, right away. But your rolls are so mechanical and stiff. And you need to do it so you can go into the next move right after.

After you explain this to him, you sit down feeling defeated. He comes over and crouches infront of you, hands on your thighs. You stomach twirls a little. You haven't gotten any in like 2 years, so simple touches you riled up. It's honestly sad.

He scans you from your legs, stops at your lips and up to your eyes. You narrow them at him and wiggle your eyebrows smiling, lowkey wondering why he's checking you out. He smirks and speaks.

"How about I help you with the move?" So many thoughts and images of him riding an imaginary dick on the floor evade your mind and has you giggling like an idiot.

"You gonna get on the floor with me?" You question half jokingly and half serious.

"I have a better idea." Confused, you watch him rub his big hands up your slightly bigger thighs. He reaches your hips and squeezes them, making you squeal because you're ticklish. He stands up and bends down to your level and looks you in your eyes.

"I want you to ride me, Y/N." Your body moving faster than your brain, you get up and walk to the window and stare at it. Hands against the glass you just watch the trees blow in the wind, wide eyed. You hear him laugh behind you and you turn around.

"Chris what do you mean 'ride you'?" You asked the dumb question, knowing exactly what he meant, but you needed to hear it from him. You needed to know exactly what you just heard.

"Honey, you know exactly what I mean. Can we just be honest here? We both are sexually attracted to each other, but push it aside for our friendship" he counters, walking up to you, rubbing your sides again. "Might as well admit it."

You were definitely attracted to him, but him attracted to you? Like that? The flirty jokes you guys shared with each other and the playful touches didn't really mean anything though. Right?

You didn't have time to think about that as you come back to reality and hear him calling your name.

"Y/N? Y/N, you there? You alright?" He grabs your face and checks your eyes. You slap his hand away and look at him. He's so annoying, but so beautiful. Its not fair.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't want to pressure you into sleeping with me. You're my friend." He backs up and shakes his head. "I'm sorry bean."

You heart pangs a little at his words. You actually wanted to do this. I mean as long as it didn't ruin your friendship, you were cool with it. You grab him back to you and tell him.

"Chris, you're not pressuring me into anything. I want to do it. You're helping me out and plus I trust you with my body. I know you'll respect me." You smile at him and he does the exact same.

"Are you sure because-"

"You have to thumb promise me that this won't mess up our friendship" you cut him off. "I really value that with you." You hold out your thumb, waiting for him to touch it with his. He smiles widely at you, connecting his thumb to yours and kissing his thumb nail, you doing the same.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you're making out straddling his lap and next he's picking you up and heading towards his room. And now here you are, on top of his splayed body on his bed. His tongue is still dancing with yours and his hands grip the hell out of your ass.

You both pull away after sucking out 75% of each other's carbon dioxide.

" Y/N, is this your first time riding?" He looks at you for your answer and you sheepishly nod your head, covering your face out of embarrassment. In your only two relationships, you did the same old things. Missionary and all that. You never really had control or lead so you were nothing less of inexperienced.

He softy pulls your hands from your face and chuckles. "Don't be ashamed, baby. I'm gonna help you okay? It'll be good for the both of us." Giving his famous wink, he adjusts his body a little higher.

"First, let's get these clothes off of you. Is that okay?" You nod eagerly and your heart warms up with how respectful he's being. Consent is so sexy.

He pulls your black t-shirt above your head and tosses it behind you. Observing your beddable torso he slides his hands up your ribcage, around your back and to your bra clip.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" Another eager nod. The entire time, you're just smiling. Because for one, he's being so patient with you and two, you're excited as hell. It's been a long ass time.

After your bra comes off, his hands shoot straight up to massage your boobs. They actually fill his hands and he's most definitely enjoying it. You laugh outloud and lower yourself down so he can slip one on his mouth. He quickly latched on twirled his tongue around the nipple and switches over to the other, doing the same. You throw your head back and grind on his crotch area.

He sees this and teases you about it.

"Is someone ready for their lesson?"

You whine out your words.

"Yesss." He halts his grip on your boobs and looks at you. "Yes what?" You pause and register what he's asking you. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. You bite your lip.

"Yes Daddy." He pulls your head down by your neck and kisses you sweetly. "Good girl", he smiles at you proudly. Him praising you only made your panties even more soaked. You shift your body around, removing your tights. Throwing them to the side, you lean down and kiss him again. Only this time, you were the one removing the clothes.

After getting his shirt off and reconnecting your lips, your hands run over his chest and he moans in your mouth. You grin against his lips and reach for his belt. Pulling away, you earn a whine from him too.

Someone's eager, you think smirking to yourself.

Undoing that red belt he literally was in love with and removing his pants, his boner was on full display and you were not disappointed. According to your calculations, based off your sight, he was at least 7 maybe 8 inches. His shaft was visibly thicc and wide. You were in for a treat.

He watches you gawk at his coCk and thrusts up into your hand, making you squeal. He could literally feel the excitement radiate from your body. But he was way more excited than you could imagine.

"You like what you see, pretty girl?" You look back up at him and stick your tongue out like a child. You truly could not stand this adorable puppy man child. His hand rests on the side of your face and his thumb grazes over your cheekbone.

"Take it out for me, baby girl." All these nicknames he was giving you did not help your horny predicament. You reach inside his Calvin Klein's and feel for him. Grabbing his humongous length, you pull it out and pull the boxers down and off his legs.

Absentmindedly, you stroke him, dragging your thumb over the head and collecting the bits of precum sitting. He groans lowly, bucking his hips up into your closed hand.

"Now you're just gonna get up and sink on it slowly, okay? Stop for a second if it hurts" he coaches you. Following his orders, you move up so your core is right on his tip. Slowly you sink on him.

The slight pain does not go unnoticed as he stretches you out. Ignoring it, you push down a little more.

"That's it, sweet girl. You're doing so good for me. So good." He rubs your hips encouragingly, relieving some of the pain. When you finally get him completely inside, you look at your bodies connected, shocked you even got him in so easily.

"When you're ready, just move back and forth. If it gets too much, let me know and I'll help you. Okay, pretty girl?" You let out a soft 'yes', clenching around him. After most of the pain subsides, you move on him. His heaving breathing doesn't slip past you and neither does your tiny whimpers.

"There you go baby. You're learning so fast. Just keep moving, just like that." He throws his head back gritting his teeth. The pleasure is coming in fast and you moan out his name. Hands on his chest, your hips roll against his, cock sliding in and out of you. His hands on under your butt help you move swiftly.

You speed up at his praises and a swat lands on your bottom, leaving a tingling feeling. As if you weren't already fired up, that did it for you. Your pace increases and your skin slaps against his, echoing in the bare room. A yell leaves your mouth as reoccurring ecstacy shoots through your body everytime you slide back down on him.

Chris tries to grip onto you but his hands keep slipping.

"Fuck, Y/N! You're doing so perfect. Ride me just like that. You're such a good girl"

He starts to meet your rhythm, rutting up into you. Now you're screaming and the slaps get louder, his hands coming in contact with your ass more frequent. You feel the coil in your abdomen and you aren't short of letting him know.

"Daddy I'm- Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You balance yourself with your hands on the sides of his head and give it your all one last time.

"Let go baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, sweet girl." You didn't need to be told twice. Your eyes twisted shut and your pussy gripping around him, you cum all over his length. He thrusts a couple more times and shoots his load inside you, filling you up. Both your bodies go limp against each other.

"That was so fucking amazing" you force out, in between breathes. You raise your head to look at his fucked out state. Pride rises in your chest, knowing you did this to him. He looks down at you, giving a dopey smile.

"You were amazing. I would've never guessed this was your first ride. Hopefully it won't be your last, with me of course." Hope is evident in his voice. You take a moment to contemplate, but you already knew your answer.

"I think we could make it happen" you say tapping your fingers on your chin and a huge grin on your face.

"Then it's settled. I think you have this move downpacked." He leans down giving you another kiss. You were in for the ride of your life.

Blinded by your excitement to perform, Sunday night came quick. You were backstage watching the program as you got ready. The movie nominations were up and Chris was nominated for Movie Actor: Sci-Fi/Fantasy and Movie Scene Stealer. Hearing his name called for both awards you freak out while your make up artists Stella tries to put on the finishing touches.

Chris honestly deserves every award he is nominated for and every one he isn't. He's so talented, but people never appreciate the actual talent around here. He doesn't win many awards so this was extremely big for him. You were so proud.

You hear Maya Rudolph present you and you get into position.

Throughout the performance you were grinning from ear to ear. Excited for the move Chris helped you perfect and reminiscing on how he helped you perfect it. The part comes up and you absolutely nail it. You look at him in the front row and see his mouth a 'good girl' at you.

When the performance is over, you take in your applause, wink at Chris and head into the back. Moments later, everyone is in the back congratulating you. Chris comes up beside you and smiles.

"You did such a good job, bean." He kisses the side of your forehead. Your bestfriend comes up and asks you how you got the move down. You look up at Chris.

"Well I had a very good teacher. He taught me very well."

Glances did not fail to be thrown across the room and your bestfriend did not fail to bombard you and Chris with questions on the ride home.

Hmmm I actually liked this one 😎

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