#just imagine describing the beauty of this to matty boy

[farfromstrange]

I got a Michael Kinsella fic idea while we were driving in the car to this little island we were making a trip to (I did not know we had islands in this country, but it’s like on a lake and it’s so pretty). Anyway, I wrote it down and I think I’m gonna write it soon.

I also got my first sunburn this year. On my nose. My face is a different color than my face now. The sun here is no joke and my pale ass skin is not used to it even though IT HAPPENS EVERY YEAR. (Nothing compares to Italy sun though. NOTHING.) But I realized I’m getting freckles, so that’s cool.

And I met this lil’ guy. I don’t know, seems like I should call him Charlie.

I didn’t touch his wings, don’t worry, he came to me. They had like a whole house of butterflies in different shapes and sizes AND colors and they are all so used to humans being there, they just sit down anywhere they like. Including my head. And my hand.

Also, this was kinda cool??

But these guys…

I just love butterflies and I’m even more in love now.

[newtonsheffield]

okay so i don’t think words can describe how much i loved ‘Goose’. That chapter is so beautiful and im so happy for these fictional characters ( david can suck it).

I wonder if how matthew and eddie continue the wednesday tradition with an older (toddler and maybe speaking) edmund? cause that’s all my heart wants.

side note ‘Goose and Eddie’ would be an amazing name for a romantic 90s-2000s sitcom or a romcom movie

Okay! I cannot tell you how relieved I am about how much everyone seems to be enjoying Goose! This fic was a largely selfish venture because I made myself fall in love with Matthew Goose Bagwell who just met a girl in the museum who was smart and funny, and she made little puns about dinosaurs to her Nephew who had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and fell a little desperately in love with the way her nose crinkled when she smiled and had no idea that she was that Edwina. The Edwina Sheffield who by this time had been voted England’s most beautiful woman thrice in a row. And then I think like a grand total of 1 person asked to see more about them and I forced this fic upon you all, in true Molly Fashion!  

David can get Wreckkkkkked. He never deserved Edwina and after she was with Matthew, take comfort in the fact that Edwina fully realised how ... unsatisfied she’d been by him. (Get it Girl) 

And YES I want to watch “Goose and Eddie”! I want to watch this fic that I wrote as a romantic comedy tbh. Is that vain? Probably. 

Now, I fully, subscribe to the fact that Edwina still takes Edmund to the museum every week, and then miles, and then Charlotte and her own Daughter Sarah, and Mary, and eventually her son. And Matthew takes a long lunch and sits with his wife’s family, more than content to watch Kate’s manic children run all over his office little hands grabbing at everything within reach.

“Auntie Eddie! Edmund is pushing!” Miles’ tiny voice called out as she shut the car door. Edwina sighed, turning towards her Nephews, Edmund looking very innocently back at her. “I wasn’t!” He said, the charming smile Anthony used to get away with things fixed on his face, slightly startling on a boy barely three years old. Edwina fixed them with her sternest look despite how adorable they looked, Miles’ electric blue glasses strapped to his face, An astronaut on his shirt. Edmund’s shoes flashing brightly as he tapped his foot excitedly. “Boys we have to behave, otherwise we’re going straight home, and Grandma Mary will probably make broccoli for lunch.” Both boys wrinkled their noses and Edwina had to bite back a laugh as though her mother would ever force Kate’s children to eat anything they didn’t like. Mary Sheffield had been a very kind mother, but stern when needed. Grandma Mary didn’t know the meaning of the word. Kate’s boys seemed to have her wrapped tightly in their little fists, all of them were trapped there really. 

“Okay, then, Hold hands.” She said, holding her hands out for the boys to take, making their way down the street to the museum. “When Mummy has the new baby, are you going to bring her with us?” Edmund asked as they made their way. Edwina hummed. “Probably. What makes you so sure it’s a girl Neddy?” Edmund grinning at the nickname only she used. Eddie to Neddy she always said when she told him faux secrets and his little face lit up with joy. “Because I already have Milo. So now I need a sister, like Mummy has you.” He said, shrugging as though that made perfect sense. Edwina chuckled to herself as they came through the door, the boys both grinning excitedly just like always.

“Where’s Uncle Matty?” Miles said, tugging on her arm as he looked around the foyer scanning for him. “Uncle Matt can’t meet us today, sweetheart. He’s a little busy setting up something new to show us next week.” Edwina said, her heart clenching at the way both boys pouted. Edmund sighed, “Is it gonna be cool?” He said sceptically a crease forming between his tiny eyebrows, and Edwina had to bite back a laugh. “I think it will be very cool.”  “Well I suppose that’s okay.” He said as though that quite settled the matter tugging his aunt and brother in the direction he had decided they should go.

“It’s bigger than Uncle Ben!” Miles practically shrieked in delight as he looked at the triceratops skeleton his little legs moving with excitement just like it always did. And Edwina felt her heart skip. This was why she loved bringing them here, watching their little faces light up with excitement, watching them discover and learn new things, it was truly beautiful. And a strange sense of longing welled in her chest. Matthew was enough for her, really he was, but recently she couldn’t stop imagining him with their own children rather than Kate’s. He was so patient and kind with them, and god she just wanted. But she’d chickened out every time the thought had pushed at the back of her throat.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A familiar voice said behind her, bringing a smile to her lips “It’s not usually my specialty but maybe I could give you a hand.”  Edwina turned to find her husband grinning broadly, his hair flopping into his eyes, that were shining at her in the bright lighting, and her breath caught a little. But even so, “Mmmm, thanks but, no. I’m waiting for my husband.” Matthew laughed. “Ooof he must be a lucky man.” He said as he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to hers only to be interrupted by Edmund sprinting headlong into Matthew’s legs. “Uncle Goose! Auntie Eddie said you weren’t coming!” His little voice cried out excitedly and Edwina’s heart stuttered as Matthew Crouched down and let out a little honk at his nickname, grinning broadly as Miles barrelled into him as well. “Hmmm Auntie Eddie can be very silly.” He said shooting her a quick wink. “How could I not see my favourite palaeontologists today?!” both boys grinned excitedly, tugging him towards the skeleton

“Triceratops has 800 teeth!” Miles called out and Matthew gasped theatrically  “No way, Milo! You’re making that up!” Matthew said and Edwina thought, in that moment that she couldn’t be any more thankful that this man had bumped into her just a few feet away.

And that night, when the thought pushed at the back of her throat as they sat on the sofa, his head resting lightly in her lap, she let it fall out.  “Matt, I want to have a baby.” Matthew’s eyes softened as he looked up at her  “Yeah?” He said lightly his eyes staring into hers carefully. And she forced herself to nod, as nervous butterflies beat against her stomach. And then her heart skipped as a broad smile spread over his face. “Then let’s have a baby, honey.”         

[matsbarzal]

Time’s a Ticking || Matthew Tkachuk

Notes: anyways I decided to do matty and I found this long list of soulmate AU prompts so I know what I’m doing tonight yikes. so here’s a lil bit of a nervous/anxious matty even tho he refuses to admit it. hope you enjoy!!! let me know how you like it <3 

Summary: everyone is born with a dwindling time on their wrist. the moment the time reaches zero is when a person meets their other half, the person who makes them whole; their soulmate. 

Word Count: 3k+

10,584. 7 days, 8 hours and 24 minutes. 7 days until he’d meet his other half, the person that’s meant to complete his soul, be his better half, or whatever a soulmate is meant to be. Matthew wasn’t crazy about the idea of soulmates, sure, he was surrounded by people who were madly in love and happy and complete; but he was also surrounded by those people... the one’s whose time stopped, girls and guys who had a permanent marking of time on their wrist that would never move again.

He wouldn’t say he was a pessimistic person, but he had seen so many friends and family fall into a spiral after their soulmate clock stopped ticking, watched as their other half broke them without even meeting them. He wanted to be excited and optimistic but Matthew couldn’t bring himself to feel the same delight that his friends did on his behalf. Anything could happen in this 7 days, 8 hours... and 22 minutes now.

6160 minutes

You could feel the bump of the plane as it touched the ground. This was the one part of flying you hated the most, the anxiety and the bumping as the plane made its way down the runway towards its destination. You knew anything bad was unlikely to happen, but your nerves were on edge. All you could think about was the time on your wrist, the time that kept on ticking. It hadn’t stopped in your entire 21 years of life, and from the looks of it, you were approximately four days away from that happening.

Sighing, you listened to the claps from around you as everyone congratulated the pilots for landing the plane safely. Around you, people stood up and began collecting their belongings, grabbing their bags from the overhead compartments as the chatter continued in the cabin.

You politely smiled at the man beside you as he passed you down your bag, a quick “Thank you” leaving your lips as he gestured for you to walk in front of him towards the exit. 

Originally, you hadn’t had any intention of leaving Alberta for the holiday break, but your parents had practically begged you to come home for the holiday’s, citing the fact you had remained in Lake Louise for the last year and that they had only seen you once since you made the choice to unravel everything you knew by packing a few bags and moving halfway across the country to Alberta to work at some fancy ski resort in the mountains. 

It was originally only meant to be a few months worth of work, waitressing in Lake Louise at a 5-star resort that is, and then time kept going by, and the more and more you fell in love with not only the scenery, but the people. Everyone was happy there, tourists were always excited and polite, everyone just wanted the chance to see the Lake, skate on the Lake, whatever it was. No one was ever unhappy here, and you loved that. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the line in front of you continued to move quickly, people eager to get out of the cabin and get back into the fresh air that flowed outside. You could barely contain your giddiness as you stepped off the plane. You could barely believe how much you missed the province, missed your friends, coworkers, you even missed the tourists. Who would’ve thought?

After about 20 minutes of watching the carousal spin and spin and spin, you finally eyed your bright red, Flames red, as a lot of people reminded you, suitcase. Grabbing it, you hauled the bag off of the carousal and onto the ground. You were eager to get to your car, which you had already paid a good 500 dollars worth of parking for, and eager to get the move on the three hour drive across Highway 1 to Lake Louise. 

After four and a half hours of travelling, you knew this three hour drive was going to exhaust you. And with the temperature out in Alberta right now? All you wanted was your bed and a cup of piping warm hot chocolate to end the day.

4590 minutes

“Man, your face is already awful to look at. You really trying to ruin it even more right before you meet your soulmate?”

Before Noah could even think, a wad of tape hit the side of his head while exclamations went up around the room about the choice of target. “Whoops, guess my tape slipped... out of my hand.”

Matthew shrugged his shoulders, an innocent grin on his face as he stood up to grab the tape from beside Noah Hanifin’s locker. 

“No, but seriously, why are you getting into fights with three days left on your wrist? Don’t go and get yourself killed or something, they’d be devastated if they’ve waited this long for your dumb-ass just to have 4000 minutes tattooed on her wrist for the rest of her life.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Matthew ignored his teammates comments, choosing instead to run his finger across the always-changing number on his wrist. 

“It’s not like it matters anyways.” His words were barely above a mumble, but it was enough to spark the attention of his captain, who was quick to tell him to meet him in the trainer’s office after he was done showering and getting the blood that was currently dripping down his face, cleaned.

Obliging on his captain’s orders, he found Gio in the office, a tight smile the only warning that he was about to get ripped apart by the veteran. Gio was one of the lucky ones, he had barely been 16 when his clock finally hit the big 0. It made him an advocate for all the soulmate bullshit, constantly encouraging his teammates to wait it out, be patient, their time would come. 

“Chucky, buddy, we gotta have a chat.”

Quirking his eyebrows at the older man, Matthew nodded, “Well Gio, I kinda figured that one out buddy, unless you pulled me in here to look at my oh so pretty face.” 

“I’m serious. You need to stop with this constant bashing of soulmates and times and shit. I know you don’t like it and you hate the concept of soulmates and whatever, but you’re doing nothing but worrying the younger guys. These kids are constantly terrified their minutes are just going to stop and be etched into their skin.”

Subconsciously running his fingers across the number on his wrist again, 4530 minutes. Wonder what that is in exact time. Shrugging his shoulders, he was quick to apologize to his captain. “Sorry, G. Not trying to scare the kids, just getting a little... I don’t know? Worried? It’s getting too close, I don’t want to get like...  it’s not important, never mind. I’ll stop talking about times in the locker room. Sorry.”

Quickly tightening the tie that was now wrapped around his neck, Matthew raced out of the office before Gio could say something else to him. He eagerly grabbed his phone, wallet, keys and suit jacket before quickly making his way towards the parking garage, the only thing on his mind was of course, you.

2120 minutes

One whole day and just a few hours. You could barely breath as you ran your thumb over the little black number on your wrist. You knew it was inevitable that you’d be meeting your soulmate while working, the moment you looked at the work schedule when you arrived back from home, you knew you’d be stuck working during the time in which you were meant to meet you soulmate. You were giddy, sure. But what if they didn’t like you? What if whoever it was, was snooty, and rude, and didn’t like you for who you were?

“Y/N, you gotta stop thinking about it, babe. You’re gonna get your head stuck in a whirlwind of thoughts. Think about other things! Like... the Calgary Flames.”

Eyeing the blonde beside you, “Tell me Cassidy, why in the world, would I think about the Calgary Flames, instead of thinking about my soulmate?”

Your coworker shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the board behind your head. You had all been notified a day prior that the Calgary Flames had reserved a whole floor of the Chateau for the weekend. With your restaurant being directly in view of the Lake and the Mountains, you were expected to be the main dining spot for the team over their course of the weekend.

“Believe me, Cass, the last thing I want to think about is a bunch of hockey boys who are going to make me miserable the weekend where I’m supposed to be... not miserable.”

She winked at you, a teasing glint in her eyes, “Maybe one of those awful hockey boys has the same number on your wrist. Maybe Noah Hanifin’s your soulmate. God, I’d be so jealous, could you imagine being destined for that beautiful exhibit of a man? God, I’d climb him like a tree.”

Laughing, you wacked her with the towel in your hand as she continued to egg you on, gloating about how beautiful of a specimen Noah Hanifin was, and how she’d do just anything to crawl into bed with that man. Cassidy was always like this, bubbly, happy, positive. Her number had stopped moving 12 years ago, or so she says. She hadn’t been paying attention the day it stopped, the number etching itself into her skin permanently, to never move again. She was never negative about it, always saying that she hoped just the thought of her brought peace to her soulmate in their last moments. 

“Okay okay, enough about the Flames. I doubt it’s even going to end up being any of them, hockey boys and I do not get along. Especially the one’s that are just constantly bothering people, and that’s the entire Flames roster, so... let’s get back to work.”

440 minutes

One thing Matthew was sure of was the fact that he loved everything about the drive to Lake Louise. He wasn’t notorious for being a huge fan of the scenery around him, but something about the drive across Highway 1, the trees, the snow covered mountains, they all just faded together and created this picture in his head. It was hard to describe, there wasn’t anything specific to the picture, it was just joyful, it was happy, it was calm. Jesus, maybe he was just fucking crazy. 

A lot of people always said you feel more calm in the hours leading up to the first time you meet your soulmate. But he sure as hell didn’t feel calm. He was on edge, the scenery around him, albeit, it was beautiful, it was not calming him down. His leg was shaking, his foot tapping the ground beneath him on the bus. He could see Johnny giving him a look every time his shaking leg touched his teammates. He knew the entire team was frustrated with him. Two games straight, two 10 minute fighting majors. 

He was being a pest, constantly egging people on, trying to ignite arguments or fights or just some form of stimuli to get his mind off of the only thing it could stray to. You. He didn’t want to think about whoever the hell you were, he didn’t want to get his hopes up that maybe his clock would actually hit 0, maybe he’d actually meet his better half. Or maybe he'd fall through a crack in Lake Louise and never have to worry about it again... hopefully. 

“If you touch my leg... one more fucking time, I am going to sock you in the fucking face Chucky.”

Immediately pressing his heel into the ground, Matthew mumbled out a quick ‘sorry’ to the teammate beside him as he watched the trees continue to go by outside the bus window. The time was still changing on his wrist, every minute counting down as the minutes passed outside. There was barely any cell service on the drive up, so the only thing that could truly distract him at this rate, was you, and he hated that.

“Soooo... you excited Chucky? It’s gotta be the big day, no?”

If choking a teammate was legal, Matthew would already be wringing Noah Hanifin’s neck. 

“Yeah, delighted.”

“C’mon grumpy pants, you’re literally like what? 6 hours away from meeting the person who’s supposed to complete your soul... and you’re in a foul mood. Did Doughty crawl up your ass and die last night or?”

Grinding his teeth, Matthew tried to bite his tongue, refusing to lash out at his teammate, even though he so desperately wanted to. He wasn’t going to be the cause for a toxic locker room, especially over something as stupid as soulmates. 

It was obvious that something was going on, everyone on the team knew the time on his wrist equalled out to less than a day. Everyone could see how on edge he was slowly getting as the time dwindled down, but no one could figure out why he was getting more and more frustrated, why the excitement wasn’t shining through as the time continued.

“Why the hell aren’t you excited man? This person’s supposed to be the love of your life, and you seem like you couldn’t give two fucks if you meet them or not?”

It was too late, Matthew was exploding before he could even comprehend what he was saying. “It doesn’t fucking matter man, okay? I don’t give a shit about this soulmate bullshit. Everyone’s soulmate is gone one day anyways, what the hell does it matter if you meet them now? I’m gonna be aching at some point because they’re gone and I’m alone. Woohoo, I get to meet them today, woo-fucking-hoo. I could literally not care less, so stop bugging me.”

27 minutes.

It was all around, highly likely, that your soulmate had some form of connection with the Calgary Flames. Their reservation was scheduled for 23 minutes from now... and your wrist had that small number 27 etched on it as it continued to count down. 

“Wow... maybe your soulmate really is Noah Hanifin... I’m sorry for saying I’d climb him like a tree.”

A loud laugh left your throat as you watched a guilty smile form on your co-workers face. “Cass, I highly doubt it’s Noah Hanifin. It’s probably just a coincidence that their reservation time coincides with my meeting my soulmate time.” Cassidy gave you a knowing look as she walked away, a small smile on her face.

You were anxious, you couldn’t deny it. Every second that counted down, you were nervous, what if you weren’t good enough for them? What if they were embarrassed it was you? What if... oh god... what if they hated soulmates? What if they were one of those people who was willing to cut the tie, ignore the call, ignore the connection?

You refused to think about that, instead putting yourself to work, clearing the tables and plates of the previous occupants, you waved off the clearing crew, instead choosing to do it yourself. Anything to get your mind off of it. 

The Flames weren't the only occupants of the Chateau tonight, only taking up about half, you were able to still seat other tourists who were interested in the view tonight. 

That’s how you found yourself, 25 minutes later, your hand on your hip as you interacted with the group of rowdy guys in front of you. They were from Edmonton, and they were absolutely hammered. They were as nice as you could expect them to be, continuously flirting your ears off, as they tried to impress you with their... what was it? Accounting job? You couldn’t remember for the life of you, your mind solely stuck on the small number 1 now etched on your wrist. 

You were roused out of your thoughts at the feeling of a hand touching your waist. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re not even paying attention to us here. Take a shot with us, baby!”

You politely removed the offending wrist, a tight smile now etched on your face. “First, I would ask that you please don’t touch me. Second, I was most definitely listening. You boys want another round of beers, and 6 tequila shots. Unfortunately, I don’t believe the shots are the best idea, nor do I think the beer is, but I’ll definitely get you a glass of water.”

Spinning on your heel, you went to walk away but were stopped by the feeling of a hand tightly gripping your wrist, a small squeak falling from your lips.

“We don’t want water.”

“Please get your hand off of me.”

“Get us what I asked for then, bitch.” 

You were about to retort, a vicious snarl on your lips, but your words were caught in your throat as you watched a fist connect to the cheek of the man in front of you, a gasp leaving your throat.

2 minutes

This had to be a joke. He was apparently two minutes away from meeting his soulmate, and here he was, in an orderly fashioned line as him and his teammates made their way into the restaurant. He could barely breath, his pants felt too tight on his hips, he could feel the sweat seeping through his shirt. Thank god he made the choice to wear black. 

It felt like everyone’s eyes were on his, everyone was wearily watching the number on his wrist go down, as the obvious anxieties began to cloud his every thought, action, move... everything.

He tried to take his mind off of it, observing the restaurant as the team slowly made their way to their designated tables. There were a few other patrons, most of them caught up in their own world. One specific table caught his eye, they were a group of rowdy guys, maybe a few years older than him. 

Quite frankly, they looked like all around assholes. Looked like the guys you’d see from Wolf of Wall Street, and from the looks of it, they were really starting to irritate their waitress. Although, all he could see was your back, your posture was unbelievably straight, your hand on your hip as you inventively listened to the guys in front of you.

Matthew continued to watch you, something inside of him telling him that he just couldn’t look away. He had to keep looking. He watched as you turned your body, ready to walk to wherever your destination in mind was, but he instantly zeroed in on the hand that was now tightly wrapped around your wrist, a violent look on the man’s face.

He wasn’t moving on his own accord now, his feet were basically moving by themselves as they raced towards you.

“Get us what I asked for then, bitch.”

His fist was connecting with the other man’s face before he could even think. He heard the gasp from beside him, he watched the number on his wrist hit 0 the exact moment he looked at you, a look of shock on everyone’s faces.

“Chucky!”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m going to call the police you fucking curly-headed fuck.”

He could barely focus on the voices around him. You were here. You were literally right in front of him. Both of your numbers were at 0, he could see it on your wrist. He was literally staring in the eyes of his soulmate.

“Oh my god, you punched one of our guests.” Your voice was like bells to his ear, soft, delicate, everything he wasn’t... but god, you were perfect.

“I’m Matthew, and yes... I uh... I think I did punch one of your guests. I also think you’re my soulmate. Does it count as self-defence... if I punched him in my soulmate’s defence?” 

You laughed, trying to cover it up with your mouth as you watched your manager’s rush towards the now bleeding asshole at the table behind you. 

“I think I like you already, Matthew.”

[maybe-your-left]

Hi!😊

This is my first time writing to you ever😱 I've been following you for a couple of weeks and read through a lot of your work on your masterlist and OMG I LOVE IT! ESPECIALLY Good Intentions - I've read some chapters like three times already, it's so good

I love how you write the boys and how you describe everything - I can envision everything that's happening so easily. You are truly such a good writer, but hopefully you already knew that❤

I saw you were doing your ask friday and read something about Valentine's day present from one of the boys? I would really love to participate in that, but I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it right haha

I'm just gonna write it here: my fave color is petroleum blue (like a deep turquoise), my favorite flowers are roses, random fact is I'm 5'10. I'm struggling with which boy bc I can't really choose between the triplets, I love them all so much, but I feel like I'm in a Kylo mood atm

Pls let me know who your favorite triplet is, I need to know for "research purposes"/curiosity

Hope you're having a great day/evening/whenever-you-see-this✨ I will be more active here from now on now that I've built up the courage to send this haha

Love, Sierra

HI SIERRA, 

Matt Organa-Solo:

Oh baby-Matty wants to give you anything in the world. If you wanted the moon he would throw a lasso over it just to see you smile.

Matt’s favorite color is blue too! Who would’ve thought? Everyone always gets him stuff that's orange, but he only wears it because in art class he learned that it was a complimentary color to blue.

He really wants to make today special... he knows he’s not the most eloquent when it comes to his feelings for you but he wants you to know he's listening to you. He’s been working really hard on the perfect Valentine present, that you’ll cherish for the rest of your lives together, which Matt is planning on forever so jot that down.

A beautiful bouquet of roses will find its way to your work/school, rivaling anyone else's that were received earlier in the day. Along with a note that explains for you to get dressed in the outfit he laid out when you get home. A stunning blue set sprawled on the bed, your favorite color. Along with some deep blue earrings to adorn your ears, Matt wants them to twinkle, for when he bites them later.

Ben Solo: 

Sweet sweet Benny boy... the most precious boy who needs all the attention and affection you can give him. He thrives on it okay, don't make him beg, because he will crawl on his hands and knees just for an ounce of your attention. 

For Valentines? 

Ben is a regular CUPID OKAY. HE LIVES FOR ROMANCE. HE OOZES SEX, LOVE, DEVOTION, EVEN CUM OKAY. 

He spent so long on his present for you, a beautiful painting made of you. Scandalily clad in deep hues of blue, complete with blue butterflies around your body on the canvas. He absolutely loves it, and has a copy of it for himself, he thought about getting professional photos of himself naked for Valentines' but his brothers gave him a hard no... so. next year. 

A beautiful blue stone set in gold, perfect to wrap around your finger, a symbol of his love for you. 

You really thought he wouldn’t propose on Valentines? Think again! 

Why not? 

its a romantic day, and he loves you more than anything. 

Kylo Ren: 

Ummm... wtf is Valentines' day? 

is this something he should’ve known about? 

why is everyone wearing pink? 

someone kissed him because he was wearing red but he SWEARS he didn’t ask for it okay. 

Roses? 

Okay. 

Kylo gets you a rose GARDEN. Filled with exotic and hybrid Roses that come in every color you can imagine. Just because he got overwhelmed at the florists when they asked about the size he wanted. There's no size of flowers that can amount to his love for you, so a garden seemed like the next best step. 

He has hidden gifts throughout the walkway, which he pretends to not know about when you stumble upon one. Wrapped in black velvet, a big red bow atop. 

Jewels. 

Necklaces. 

Purses. 

Shoes. 

A fucking tiara. 

Along with tickets to fly to the ocean because he knows your favorite color is a deep ocean blue, which whatever. Red is far superior but he will let you live under the guise of blue being good. So he can walk on the beach with you, hand in hand while the waves crash against your feet on the shoreline. 

Also sex. 

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My Favorite Triplet????? 

geeeeee idk....

i don’t know... 

there's so many options man 

idk dont make me choose babe. 

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[vinnieswife]

Bozer´s friend?!

Angus Macgyver x Reader

Angus Macgyver

Cute, fluff,action

Summation: the reader is a friend of Bozer and helps them with a problem with the Fenix ​​foundation

It was like 3pm when you got a call from your friend Bozer, it was a rainy afternoon where you just wanted to eat chocolate and watch some cheesy movie on TV.

Yn: there is Boz-you answered calmly

Bozer: Yn! I need you right now! It is very urgent take your car and come to this address (insert address because I don't know what to put :)) - he was very upset and yelled, poof or that a serial murderer was going to kill him.

Yn: ok ok, I’ll be there in 5’ are you okay?! - you were scared too. You and Bozer met at the University, he did arts and you study Bio-chemistry, he was your best friend.

You quickly took your car, and your mobile phone, you accelerated until you reached the address that Bozer sent you and simply when you arrived you heard your name.

Bozer came running as if he were going to die accompanied by a blond boy that he made known.

You came out of your trance when you heard several ... SHOTS ?! They were bullets mother of Jesus Christ that this idiot has gotten himself into now.

They both got into the car with a kind of tube with something fluorescent yellow inside that looked familiar and you got out of there as fast as you could, when you were driving on a lonely road you asked.

Yn: well ... eh I don't want to be nosy but ... I CAN KNOW WHY THE FUCK THEY WERE SHOT?! - Now you were upset - it's not very normal for your best friend to call you and tell you to go look for him when They're shooting you know Bozer?

Bozer: it is confidential, I can not tell you anything, it is my job-he replied

Yn: worth your job, now who is he? -You asked looking at the blonde next to you.

Bozer-ooohhh Yn he is Mac my co-worker -smile

Mac-you mean that “you” are my co-worker Bozer -he said laughing

Yn: wait wait, is he Mac? You described him to me as if I was an idiot and a lot of ugly I mean he’s not-you answered

Mac: thanks for the compliment, hey bozer drive to phoenix

Yn: Phoenix? That is not a technological foundation?

Mac-eehh if we work there, those guys who shot us have stolen an Acid that can leave whole hectares infertile with a single drop, which is what this thing here has been. -He pointed to the tube in his hands.

Yn: oh my, that is terrible, if that makes a drop imagine and they threw everything into a river, or a wastewater canal. It could alter the water agents and burn cities or entire towns through which the flow passed.

Bozer: Yn when you speak in a scientific plan I do not understand you-he say laughing

Yn: I mean if that acid falls into a river, all the places that guy passes will be contaminated.

Mac: Bozer didn't you tell me that I was so smart, that you studied? -He asked

Yn: you blushed-I studied Bio-chemistry and advanced Biology in decoding (I heard this in CSI, I don't know if it exists lol)

/////////////////////////////////////////////

Upon arrival at Phoenix Bozer and Mac led you to a large room with a container full of clips?

When entering the room there was a girl with a computer, so you imagined it was Riley, Bozer has an obsession with this girl, but she is very pretty. And also a tall guy, reading something on his cell phone.

Yn: hello-you smiled at everyone without knowing very well what to do

Jack: and who is she? Mac, do you have a girlfriend? There is how I'm happy for you! -he hug you very tight

Mac-what? Jack no-oh the big guy was called Jack, cool-she’s friend’s with Bozer Yn

Jack: wait wait, she is Bozer's friend?! I thought you would be ... you know like Bozer- he laugh

Bozer: what did you mean by that- he asked with that descriptive tone

Jack: you know very well what I wanted to say-he replied

Riley: a tip stay away from these two idiots, I'm Riley-extended his hand and you took it "I'm Y/N a pleasure"

Yn: Bozer talks a lot about all, I mean it's a bit exaggerated, he talks a lot-you smiled

Mac: well I hope it consoles you that he talks about you all the time-he smiled back

Jack, Bozer and Riley gave each other a look when they noticed  how Mac was looking at you and how you were looking at him.

The sound of a door opening brought you back to reality.

Matty: a perfect job guys the acid is already safe in the bio-weapons zone-concluded

Yn: Mrs. Webber? -you did not expect to meet your boss here

Jack: do you know each other? -His astonished face was worth millions

Yn: uh yeah, Mrs. Webber is my new boss, remember Bozer? From the project that I mentioned the other day-you answered

Matty: the lady (your last name) helped us to separate the substances that made up the acid, to find ways to dissolve it-She answer looking at you

Mac: So Bio-chemistry huh? -He smiled looking at you

Yn: Let's say MIT is a good university after all-you smiled back.

Matty: you blonde, leave the flirting for another day- She said as she went out the glass door, Bozer and you following her.

You paused behind the glass walls to tie your shoelaces, when you hear Mac and Jack talking.

Jack: You got caught buddy-patted him on the shoulder

Mac: what? I-I wasn't even flirting with her, I mean, if she's beautiful and god she's incredibly smart-Mac noticed the smile he had on he’s face and quickly erased it-but I wasn't flirting with her-he sentenced

Jack: of course, what a smile you made when you were talking about her, Mac likes Yn! - started to sing

Maybe you would help Bozer more often.

[refinedbuffoonery]

Mr. & Mrs. Claus

You should know that I wrote this whole thing just for the bad pick-up line Mac uses. And then I got hit with major baby fever while writing the end and....you’ll see.  Merry Christmas, y’all! ❤ 

Established MacRiley AU

*****

Riley’s only warning to Mac’s arrival was the slam of the front door before he yelled, “I’ve got the rings!” His boots clunked on the hardwood floor as he walked down the hall to their bedroom. “Let me get dressed and then we can go—” 

Riley met Mac’s eyes in the bathroom mirror. He stood in the doorway, slack-jawed, taking in the full effect of her costume. Smiling to herself, Riley finished applying her mascara, arching her back and sticking her ass out for his benefit. 

Mac cleared his throat. “Wow. You look incredible.” 

She twirled to give him the full effect. The stretchy, ribbed material of her off-white sweater dress clung to her body, stopping just below her knees and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her favorite black, high-heeled boots gave the outfit just a bit of edge. But the real showstopper was her coat—crimson velvet trimmed with fake fur, swirling gold and silver embroidery, elegant bell sleeves. It even had pockets. 

“This is my favorite part.” Clasping her hands behind her back, Riley swayed back and forth, watching the bottom of the knee-length coat swish like a bell. 

“It’s stunning,” Mac said, still a little stunned himself. He finally closed the gap between them. “You’re the hottest Mrs. Claus in LA.” 

“Literally,” Riley joked. “This outfit is toasty, and in case you didn’t realize, it’s definitely not cold outside.” According to her phone, the high was supposed to be 74 degrees. 

Mac rubbed her arms. “In all seriousness though, you look beautiful.” 

Even after all this time, Riley still blushed. “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips as she pulled him down for a quick kiss. 

She sat on the bed, unashamedly checking her boyfriend out while he changed into his own Santa costume to match hers. He fished around in the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulled out a pair of rings. “Matty said we, and I quote, have to return these to the Phoenix tomorrow, so no using them to build a homing beacon or something.” 

“Got it,” Riley said dryly. “No homing beacon.” She reached for her ring, but Mac seemed to have other ideas. He handed her his ring instead—a white gold band with a thin, but ornate border. 

Mac spoke in a deep, announcer-like voice. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Mr. and Mrs. Claus. Mrs. Claus, you may go first.” 

Riley held his left hand in hers, playing along. “Do you, Santa Claus, take me to be your wife?” She tried to be serious, but her lips curled into a smile without her consent. 

“I do.” Riley slid the ring on. Mac continued, “Do you, Mrs. Claus, take me to be your husband?” 

Riley made a show of thinking it over first. “I do.” He slid the ring—an engagement ring and wedding band fused together—onto her finger. She’d worn it before. Like Mac’s, it was white gold, but the tiny diamonds set into the bands made it glitter in the light. The engagement ring part had a princess cut diamond surrounded by more tiny diamonds, making the whole thing walk the fine line between opulent and gaudy. 

She looked up, and Mac’s soft smile made her want to melt in a puddle. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he announced, lacing their fingers together. 

“Okay.” Riley wrapped her arms around his neck. “You do that.” 

*****

They drove Riley’s Jeep to the hospital, since someone forgot to go to the gas station on his way home, and they were already late. They’d gotten a little distracted after their fake wedding. 

Mac rested his hand on Riley’s thigh while she drove. She leaned away from him, resting her left elbow on the door and holding the top of the steering wheel with her right. When Mac didn’t take the hint and started caressing her thigh instead, Riley batted his hand away. 

“Oh no,” she scolded. “We are not doing this right now.” Mac pouted in the passenger seat. 

They arrived at the hospital, hauling two massive bags of presents with them. The hospital administrator met them in the lobby to escort Riley and Mac to the children’s wing, thanking them and the think tank profusely for the entire duration of the walk.  She and Mac exchanged the same sly look they always did when someone referred to the Phoenix as a think tank.

Meeting the kids went by in a blur. Altogether too many young, bright faces swarmed the waiting room, clamoring to meet Santa and Mrs. Claus. With each kid she met, Riley was in awe of how they were all so positive and happy and full of laughter, even though many of them were so sick and would be spending Christmas in the hospital. 

The kids gravitated to Mac like moths to a flame. He sat and talked to each one, asking how they were doing and what they wanted for Christmas. They asked him ridiculous questions, like what snacks the elves like best and who his favorite reindeer was. In a classic Mac moment, he explained to a wide-eyed group of ten-year-olds that male reindeer lose their antlers every winter, so his reindeer are actually all females. 

Every time Mac walked past—which Riley suspected was far more times than necessary—he squeezed her arm or grazed a hand down her back, and Riley couldn’t help the smile curling her lips each time he did it. 

After a while, Riley gathered the kids and read a picture book version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. Pausing to show her young, captivated audience the pictures, she flicked her gaze to Mac. He stood in the back of the room with his arms crossed in a very un-Santa-like manner, chatting softly with one of the pediatricians. The rainbow lights of the Christmas tree behind him cast him in a warm, pink glow. 

The kid closest to her tugged on her coat, and Riley turned her attention to the girl. She was probably ten or so, with intense, dark eyes that probably never missed a thing. Including Riley’s wandering attention, apparently. “Are you checking out Santa?” she questioned. 

Caught. Riley cleared her throat. “Um—” Giggles erupted throughout her audience. “So what if I am? He’s very handsome.” 

The girl scrunched up her face. “Gross!” Riley joined in on the second wave of giggles before returning to the story. 

Later, after the chaos of opening presents, the adults rounded up all the kids and settled in to watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. The hospital administrator set it up so the movie projected on an empty wall. Mac pulled up a pair of chairs behind the projector and motioned for Riley to sit. Lacing their fingers together, Mac leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for doing this with me.” His expression was raw and unguarded. 

Riley squeezed his hand twice in response. “Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” 

They’d barely made it ten minutes into the movie when the shyest kid—a six-year-old boy wearing Spider-Man pajama pants who looked like a tiny version of Bozer—crawled into Riley’s lap. The boy didn’t say a word; he simply nuzzled his face into Riley’s shoulder and wrapped his tiny arms around her waist. Riley let go of Mac’s hand to pull the boy into her chest, where he fell asleep for the remainder of the movie. 

Afterward, Riley carried the boy back to his room while Mac started to say goodbye to the other kids. They’d been there more than half the day, and for many of the kids, it was time for blood tests or scans or chemo. Or maybe just a nap. 

Riley hugged the last kid goodbye with a bittersweet smile on her face. The little boy in her arms was so young, four or five at the most. Behind him, his mom mouthed, Thank you.

When the boy finally let go, Riley looked him square in the eye. "You be good, okay?" He giggled, nodding furiously before returning to his mom.

The boy and his mom walked away, leaving Riley and Mac alone in the waiting room. Riley stared after them. That had to be so hard, watching your kid have seizure after seizure and then spending days in the hospital, waiting for answers the doctors didn't have.

"Riles." Mac's low voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "You okay?"

She blinked. "Yeah, I was just thinking about that kid."

"I know," Mac sighed, rubbing his face. "He asked me if I could stop his seizures for Christmas."

Riley's heart clenched. "What did you say?"

"I told him I'd try my best."

Riley swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. Without thinking, she drifted into Mac's embrace, hands finding purchase on his chest and resting her cheek on his shoulder. His arms circled her, pulling her tightly against him.

She couldn't string the right words together to describe how she was feeling. Sorrow, for the kid whose childhood was now destined to be filled with doctors and hospital trips. Empathy, for the single mom trying her best to remain positive for her kid's sake. Admiration, for the way Mac smiled reassuringly at the little boy despite the tears welling in his eyes. Riley settled for, "I love you." She kissed Mac's cheek.

Pressing his lips to the crown of her head, he said, "I love you too."

They stayed like that for a long time, only parting when Riley said, "Let's clean up and go home."

Remnants of wrapping paper and plastic packaging littered the floor—all that was left from the bag of presents they'd brought. Well, that and the glitter. The ungodly amount of glitter that was, to Riley's horror, everywhere.

She picked up a wad of half-crumpled wrapping paper, sending a flurry of gold glitter airborne. Most of it landed on her clothes. Great. She'd be finding those damn gold flecks for months.

Mac chuckled behind her. She whirled on him. "It's not funny!" she said with mock offence, sticking her tongue out at him.

But he wasn't looking at her face. His eyes tracked her every movement, lingering on the places where her off-white sweater dress hugged her curves beneath her long, red coat.

Riley made a show of brushing the glitter off her dress, starting from her knees and working upward, drawing Mac’s attention with her movement. When Mac's gaze finally reached her eyes, she winked before resuming not-so-innocently picking up wrapping paper. Riley kept her back to him, waiting for Mac to make the next move. 

Hands locked on her waist. Mac tugged her closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. "I'd put myself on the naughty list for you."

Smirking, she replied, "Oh really." Riley glanced over her shoulder and had barely even realized Mac's face was still right there when his lips landed on hers, and he spun her to face him fully. The pile of wrapping paper she was holding fell to the ground at their feet, covering their boots in more glitter.

The kiss wasn't very good. Riley couldn't stop smiling, no matter how hard she tried to pull herself together enough to kiss him back instead of bursting out laughing. I'd put myself on the naughty list for you. He said that as if he were on the nice list in the first place. They broke way too many laws on a weekly basis for that to be true. Not to mention, Mac's non-consensual cell phone breaking alone was enough to put him on the naughty list for life.

"Are you just going to keep grinning like an idiot, or are you actually going to kiss me back?" he teased.

It took all of her concentration to pull off even the most chaste kiss. A little too eagerly for being in a hospital waiting room, Mac sucked on her lower lip and slid his tongue into her mouth, his hands sliding under her coat and caressing her sides.

Riley had just gotten it together enough to slip her own tongue in without getting a mouthful of teeth or fake beard when she heard a faint giggle. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw the cutest little girl peeking around a Christmas tree. 

“Santa, we have an audience,” she warned. 

Mac pulled away, blushing faintly, but his hands lingered on Riley’s stomach for an extra second. He gestured for the little girl to come closer. Sheepishly, she rolled out from behind the tree. Tinsel covered every available inch of her wheelchair, and the wheels lit up when she rolled in a way that reminded Riley of the light-up sneakers that were popular when she was a teenager. Not that she'd actually owned a pair, of course.

Mac squatted in front of the girl, whose wild blonde curls were equally unruly as Riley's own hair. "Were you spying on us?"

"Maybe," she said with a shrug.

Mac twisted to look at Riley. I like her. "What do you think, Mrs. Claus?" he asked. "Do spies get put on the naughty list?"

Yes. She winked. "I think this one can stay on the nice list. She managed to sneak up on Santa, after all. Very impressive."

The kid beamed. She had no idea.

"Yes," Mac said slowly, "very impressive." He turned back to the girl. "So, what do you want for Christmas?"

The girl listed a whole bunch of presents, claiming she wanted to give Santa options. Mac listened intently, nodding at all the right points.

Something warm bloomed in Riley's chest as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her. To say Mac was good with kids would be an understatement. When a kid spoke to him, he always gave them his full, undivided attention and took every word very seriously. When a kid was being serious, Mac was serious, and when a kid was acting silly, Mac would be twice as silly. And as a result, he could crack even the shyest and grumpiest of kids, and, more importantly, they would trust him. 

A thought popped into Riley's head. I want to have his babies. As if her body was reiterating what it already knew and her brain had just figured out, her hands unconsciously drifted to her abdomen. 

The same spot Mac's hands hands had lingered a minute ago, she realized with a start. Did...did he want kids with her too?

Riley wanted kids—she wanted kids with Mac—but she also knew that neither of them were ready to give up their job. They couldn’t keep doing what they did with a kid in the world. After growing up with absentee parents, they’d never risk leaving their kid to grow up without one or both parents. 

But when the time finally comes, when she and Mac are ready to trade in getting shot at and making stuff explode for stability and mundane normalcy, she won’t be able to wait any longer to start a family with him. 

She waited until they were in the Jeep before broaching the subject of kids. Tentatively, she began, "What were you thinking about back there when you put your hands on my stomach?" The look on his face then said he was definitely thinking about something, but Riley didn't want to assume what. 

Mac dodged her question. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did it." 

Riley knew that was a white lie, but she didn't call him on it. He'd answer honestly in his own time. Since it was too big a subject to outright ask him, Riley took a more subtle route instead. “Do you see yourself having kids?” 

His eyes widened in response. “You know I want kids.” 

That wasn’t what she meant. Wanting them and actively reshaping your life in order to have them were completely different things. “Yeah, but do you see yourself settling down, getting a safe, normal job, and raising kids?” They’d vaguely talked about this before, long ago, but Riley suddenly needed to ask him again. 

Mac was silent for a long time, staring out the front window. “Yeah, I do,” he finally said. “With the right person.” He glanced over at her, eyes softening. 

Me too, Riley wanted to say, but she choked on the words. It took her a couple tries, and the words came out strangled, but she was pretty sure Mac understood. Neither of them needed to say it directly in order for the other to understand: I want to have kids with you. 

Riley spent the rest of the drive fantasizing about the kid-filled Christmases in her future. She glanced down at the ring on her finger. First step, she thought. Get a real ring. 

[sunsetinmyvein]

The Radio Station - Chapter Four - That’s All I Have to Say

8th of October, 2015

  Despite their best attempts to stay in touch, eventually busy schedules got the better of the both of them. They’d texted a bit initially after their night at the bar, but as soon as Matty was on tour, time differences made it difficult to keep up any form of routine. However, she knew that he’d be back in London soon enough. Surely that would be their time to catch up. She reached out to him in January when she knew he was back, hoping for the best, but his schedule was too packed between press for the album, shows and trying to see family and friends that he was obligated to catch up with whenever he was at home. So, she dropped it. And eventually, communication stopped. Her career started escalating at a much quicker pace than what it had before. The two guys who ran the usual morning peak hour shift went on to do their own thing, which left the prime-time slot open for application. She had considered applying, but before she’d even filled out the forms the station asked her directly if she wanted the position. They’d seen how much of a positive reaction she was getting on her show, it would make sense for her to fill that spot. Of course, she took it - it would be insane not to. The pay was much the same as what she was already on, but the chances for bigger and better shows at that hour were endless.

 Matty was also on his own rollercoaster of a career. The 1975 was only getting more and more popular as their debut album began reaching all corners of the planet. What they had expected wasn’t going to go much further than their circle of close friends, was suddenly spreading to places they couldn’t have even dreamed. They toured and interviewed and did meet and greets non-stop to try and keep the hype going. It wasn’t until they started properly discussing a second album release that Matty finally had to stop for a moment and take a (small) breather. He needed the time to work out what he wanted their next step to be. Once the band had the majority of the album planned out, and a few songs properly sorted, they figured it was time to start releasing some material. And in an incredibly convenient turn of events, they found themselves back at home while they were looking for a way to debut their lead track. So, what better way to get their new material out there than to broadcast it live across national radio? Of course, Matty had been pretty quick to suggest where they should do that.

  It had been over two years since he’d last been on her show. Both of them were acutely aware of that as he knocked on the glass door the morning of the interview. She hadn’t been keeping up with the band’s trajectory as much as what she had in the past, mainly for simply not having the time to. Which meant that his new look came as a slight surprise. His hair looked like he’d been letting it grow out much longer than what she’d seen on him previously. He was currently trying to tame this mop of unruly curls by having them tied back in a bun. His jeans had a big enough chunk of denim missing from them that she would’ve thought they’d deserve to be discounted for how much fabric was missing. He was wearing a floral button-up shirt, but she suspected that the buttons clearly didn’t get much use for how few of them he had done up now, his chest tattoo almost on full display. And this seemed to be in contradiction to the obscenely heavy woollen coat that was over the top of it. As he pulled her in for a tight hug, she found herself suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of stale cigarettes and wine. She hesitantly hugged him back, hoping that the scent wouldn’t linger on her own clothes.

“What’s with the shades?” She asked as he moved back, eyeing the sunglasses still perched on the bridge of his nose. It made sense for him to wear them on his way here, but she wasn’t sure if he was aware that he was still wearing them inside the studio.

“Hungover.” He answered with a shrug. She just nodded, supposing that it was a Saturday, it would make sense for him to have been out last night.

  “I can’t believe it’s been over two years!” He said as he plopped himself down across from her, setting an opaque water bottle down on the desk.

“Yeah, I think we’ve both been pretty busy.” She nodded in agreement.

“Told you that you’d get bumped up to a peak hour slot eventually.” He grinned. His smile forced an uncomfortable flutter through her chest, but she couldn’t deny that she was incredibly proud of that accomplishment.

“You did.” She smiled back. “The early mornings have been a rough routine to get into, but it’s been nice having new goals to work towards.” She nodded, thinking back for a second on all the things she’d manage to accomplish in the short time she’d been in her new role. “I’m sure you’ve got many stories of your own.”

He chuckled lightly, “Yeah, a few.” He scratched at the back of his neck as he glanced down at the table. “I’ll save them for the interview.”                                      

 Now that she had a more structured show, she had a bit more of a routine to adhere to with her interviews. Which definitely made things a lot easier. It meant that she didn’t have to wing it as much knowing each interview would have the same intros. “So, you guys played two shows at Alexandra Palace this week-” She started as the intros finished up, before Matty cut her off.

“Yeah, we’ve been in London for the last week or so for those shows.” He confirmed.

“Oh.” She said, suddenly finding a million thoughts running through her head. He’d been in London for a week already and he’d not tried to catch up? She knew he was a busy guy but a week was a long time to be stuck in a part of the country that wasn’t where you actually lived. Trying to ignore the pang of hurt in her chest, she continued, “Are you keeping busy?”

“Just trying to keep writing and recording for the new album, seeing my girlfriend when I can.” He said with a nod. Ah. Girlfriend. Suddenly not trying to get in touch made a lot more sense.

She cleared her throat before continuing, “How’s that going?” Things already felt like they didn’t flow as well as what they had the last time that they saw each other. Too much time had passed to just pick up and act like nothing had happened in that gap. She felt almost like she was back at square one, meeting this man for the first time.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” He shot back. She frowned in response. “I’m sorry, I just… don’t like discussing that stuff in interviews. Relationship problems shouldn’t be hashed out through headlines.” He explained.

  There was a pause as she tried to catch up to the path his brain had decided to take, rather than what she had intended. “I meant the album.” She corrected him.

“Ah, yeah! That’s going well.” He laughed. “We’ve been getting heaps of material recorded while we’ve been up here.”

“When will it be out?”

He hummed thoughtfully as he pushed his sunglasses back up his nose, “In about six months, I reckon. We’re thinking sometime around February.”

“That’s not too far away. I’ve heard the album described as ‘a bunch of eclectic sounds’, do you think that’s an accurate way to define it?” She questioned.

“We didn’t know what to do after the first album. I think that we made a decision that we just wanted to be truly expressive and for it to be in pursuit of the truth. That’s why the album is called I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful, Yet So Unaware Of It, because we were scared about making a new record. And I thought ‘you know what? I’m gonna – it’s just about making decisions. About making bold decisions.’ “ He had a look of conviction as he said this, “The record is kind of comprised of that attitude. It was called that before we’d even written any of it.”

  “That’s a very dramatic album title.” She pointed out.

“Well… we’re very dramatic boys.” He said with a grin.

“It’s definitely going to be a mouthful for anyone asking about it.”

“It was just something I said to a girlfriend of mine, at the time. It kind of laid the foundations for the bold decisions thing. If it’s called that, then there’s no rules as to what it could be. But it’s subjective, it could be perceived as quite sweet, it could be perceived as quite voyeuristic.” He answered with a shrug.

“If people weren’t aware of you guys before, having an album title like that and making bold decisions,” She emphasised the words as she quoted him, “is for sure going to get you on the map.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, that does seem to be the direction we’re headed in…” He agreed. “You know, sometimes I think about toning it down, but then I remember who I am and think… nah.” He dwelled on this for a moment, before pulling himself back on track. “The first record, the idea of being judged just wasn’t there, because nobody had heard it or was potentially gonna hear it. The preservation of that idea, and the cultivation of it in the face of this knowing of how many people are gonna hear it – that was the most important thing to the record. Writing from the purest place.”

  “It’s sounding like it will be very different from your last album.”

“Mmhm.”

“And even from what you’re saying, it sounds like this album, much like the last, will be very different within itself. In light of that, would you say the concept of genre is dead?” She asked, leaning back in her seat as she watched him process his answer.

“Yeah.” He eventually said. “They’ve never really mattered. Genres, I mean. Imagine if you woke up one morning right, and you had your record collection, and the concept of genre just didn’t exist. The purity of that experience, of listening to music without those rules, it’s like a blissful idea.” He let out a sigh before shaking his head. “I really don’t care, to be honest with you. It’s so irrelevant to me.”

She figured that was as good a time as any to segue into her next line of questioning, “It’s been a while since we had you in the studio. The last time was right after your debut self-titled album came out. But you have released the track Medicine since then.”

“Yep.”

“I feel it’s a very…” She searched for a second for the right word to describe it, “minimalistic track?”

He nodded slightly before speaking, “We wanted it to sound like Velvet Underground produced by Trevor Horn, you know? That was kind of the vibe.” He made a vague hand gesture at this. “But I wouldn’t say it’s very representative of our next record. It’s kind of a return to the sound of our EPs. It was weird with us, because for a lot of people the first thing they heard was the album. But we released that after a year of releasing EPs, which really embedded us in the musical culture we wanted to be in. We kind of came from the left field and moved slightly to the middle. But a lot of people saw us immediately with Chocolate and Girls and misinterpreted the irony of some of the kind of pop elements of that.”

  “The 1975 have definitely had their fair share of poppy radio hits.” She concurred.

“Yeah, you guys are playing us non-stop.” He chuckled.

“All of that attention on the airwaves has gotten you a few pretty awesome gigs, too. Have you got a favourite festival that you’ve played across the last few summers?” She asked as he took a swig from his water bottle.

“Glastonbury.” He answered instantly, before feeling the need to elaborate. “Uh, Glastonbury’s kind of… It’s Glastonbury. If you’re from the UK it’s kind of the festival.” He said with a pointed look. “And Glastonbury is one of the only festivals where we can walk around, because it’s so enormous. They leave you alone a little bit there. I managed to walk around kind of… freely… But we did like… pfft,” He looked like he was counting in his head for a split second, “three festivals a weekend all summer or something like that. We’ve been everywhere from Finland to Latvia to Singapore.”

“Playing so many shows now, and meeting so many people, are you finding the fans are getting kind of crazy? You guys must nearly be at boyband status in some parts of the world.”

“The shows are very intense. It’s weird because there’s a lot of young… well, you know I don’t mean young,” He scrunched his face up as he corrected himself, “when I say the main core audience is say sixteen to nineteen. But it’s a lot of young kid’s first shows. So, the first twenty-five minutes of the show is just…” He tried to find the right words, before letting out a laugh, “It’s a shit show. Just people getting pulled out, fighting, passing out… There’s so much fainting.” He answered as he began trying to pluck a hair off the microphone that was stuck to it.

  “Well, you guys might be about to cause even more passing out now.” She began, taking a glance at the clock and seeing that it was nearly halfway through their allotted interview time.

“Oh?” He mumbled in confusion.

“Because right now, we are going to give people the first listen of a brand-new track from your upcoming album.” She clarified, mostly for the sake of listeners but it seemed that Matty himself had forgotten the reason he was here.

“Oh! That’s right.”

“You heard right, folks. Coming up right now is going to be the live debut of The 1975’s new track, Love Me. Any final words Matty before it’s out there in the world?” She asked as her finger hovered over the switch to fade their audio out and switch to the music.

He thought for a second. “Nah, not really. Enjoy it, I suppose.”

  She switched off the interview track and pressed play on the new song, instantly seeing the text line overflowing with incoming messages from fans. For a second, she tried to read a few, before eventually minimising the window for now to avoid giving herself a headache. Looking back to the man sitting across from her, she had expected him to have been waiting to say something, or for him to have already been halfway through a story, but he was just staring at his phone, his headset still sitting on his head. Considering how hard it seemed to be to get in touch, she felt it would’ve been nice to have at least, you know, three minutes to try and catch up. This suddenly made the fact that he had been in London for a week without dropping a message make more sense, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Their breaks between songs had previously been filled with light hearted conversation, and now the silence just felt suffocating. Had he really changed that much in two years to not even wanna talk? She let the song play through, then played a few snippets of interview introduction to segue back into them talking before switching the microphones back on.

  “You just heard The 1975’s new song, Love Me, for the very first time. A special live debut off their new album for all of you lovely listeners. We had a lot of messages coming in from fans telling us their thoughts.” She spoke, before Matty chimed in.

“What did you think?” He asked as he leaned forward in his seat to rest his elbows on the desk.

“I liked it.” She answered truthfully.

“Did you listen to it prior to hearing it now?” He asked in curiosity.

“Yeah, I listened when it was emailed to me this morning, in case I happened to miss it this time around.” She nodded. He just let out a noise of appreciation before leaning back into his seat. “You were right, it’s very different to what you’ve done in the past.”

“We’ve made a record where every song sounds different from the other ones. Back to the concept of genre, we don’t listen to just once genre anymore. We consume whatever sounds good. So, we want to create in that same way that we consume. And we just thought that, er, our choices of songs that we put out had to be based on confidence. Bold decisions, as I said before.” He said with a dismissive wave. “I think this first track is... quite bombastic? George said to me once that ‘if we don’t go with it now, when are we going to go with it?’ And he was right. It’s a bit of a big ballsy song.”

  “That’s a pretty good way to describe it.” She agreed with a nod. “I’ve heard that there are quite a few songs on this album where, lyrically, you’re exploring a few new concepts? Like ego and sexuality. Can you elaborate on that?” She questioned.

“I think if I elaborated on a lot of stuff, it wouldn’t symbolise things in a certain way. You know, if everything was laid open. Like Medicine isn’t a love song about a girl for example,” He said that offhandedly, but suddenly she found herself thinking on what the song is about, if not that. But he continued talking over her thoughts. “but I don’t talk about those things. I like to let the music speak for itself. Erm… well, yeah. I think the idea of a conflicted sexuality is something loads of people go through. The shared experiences that loads of people go through, the shared fears of humanity like love, death. I don’t think there’s any question for anyone who knows my band that I’m slightly odd in a sexual way.” He made a face as he said this before laughing at himself. “I’m not exactly the most manly man in the world. But there’s just… stuff about sexuality and the superficiality of it and what it really means. But I’m still writing parts of it at the moment. It’s a bit of a weird time doing press right now.”

  “You always seem to have a hell of a vocabulary in your lyrics, so I’m sure whatever themes you end up writing about, you’ll end up doing it in some kind of poetic way.” She prompted, but he just continued on his own tangent.

“It’s erm… The whole point of this was…” It looked like he was struggling to find the right words as he adjusted his sunnies. “It goes back to identity, and it goes back to… there’s a lot of stuff on this record, where I’m answering questions from the first album, and I’m making references to the first album. And I’m talking about y’know, being wiser now and more naïve then. And there’s this back and forth between the album that preceded this album and this album that our fans will really, really understand the subtext of.” He said, before figuring he should probably round back to what she had said. “So, I suppose that is kind of poetic, yeah.”

“And you have that knack for imagery and storytelling through you as the main focus of the lyrics that people latch onto.”

“One of the things that I always want people to be aware of, is if I’m talking with a sense of kind of… dissatisfaction about behaviour in my songs? Is that I’m normally talking about me. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m saying those things. It’s often my reactions to those things being said.” He explained.

  “A few more light-hearted questions before we round out this interview.” She said as she stretched her arms above her head. Trying to maintain the same sense of chemistry that had existed in their last interview was taking its toll, she was eager for this to be over. “I’ve seen that there’s a petition going around about you guys.” Matty instantly groaned. “Will you ever play Antichrist live?” She asked.

He let out a dry laugh. “I like it lyrically, but it so doesn’t sound like us.” He huffed, before frowning. “We might play it.” He said eventually.

“I’m sure a lot of fans will be excited to hear that it’s not off the table just yet. Next one, in your travels in the last couple of years, have you met any celebrities that you’ve been starstruck by?”

“Not really… There’s been a few, but nobody I’ve been properly starstruck by.” The gears were visibly turning in his head as you could see him running through people in his mind. “I wanna meet Miley Cyrus…” He said under his breath, before looking across the desk to her. “I wanna meet her so much. Why’ve I not met her yet? I’ve met loads of people in that world that I’m not that impressed with.”

“One last question that I saw come up on the text line, if you had a biography written about yourself, what would you title it?”

“FUCKING LEGEND.” He shouted without a second thought. Eventually, once he stopped laughing, he considered the question seriously. “What would I call it..? Probably something to do with my hair. The only thing people care about is my fuckin’ hair.” He resigned as he absentmindedly brought his hand up to said hair.

  “That’s all we’ve got time for, Matty.” She said as she let out a relieved breath.

“Aw, shame.” He pouted.

“I’m sure you’ll be off to your next great adventure in no time.” She assured him, putting on the interview charisma. “But for now, it was lovely to have you on.”

“Always great to be on.” He beamed.

“All the best with recording the new album.”

“I’m sure we’ll be back out here soon.” He said with a nod, but given their track record she had a feeling that he didn’t mean that.

“That was Matthew Healy of The 1975, on the show here this morning to debut their new song Love Me off their upcoming album, I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful, Yet So Unaware Of It.” As she spoke, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Matty began getting up and gathering his things. “We’ll be playing it for you again in the next hour, so keep listening out if you want that replay.” She said as she queued up the next set of tracks and faded her audio out.

  Once she had taken her headset off, Matty came around to her side of the desk. He didn’t seem to dawdle as much this time waiting for her to be free to speak to him, but he also didn’t seem entirely at ease as he tried to casually sit against it. “Come out for a drink with me.” He suggested as he stole a glance at her over the rim of his sunglasses.

The abrupt offer caught her off guard and she had to think for a moment about what to say. “It’s mid-morning?” She asked in confusion. “And I’m at work?”

“After that.” He shrugged casually.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly finding herself feeling like she knew less and less about this Matty the more he spoke today.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He asked with a frown.

That was the final straw. He’d done more than enough in the half-hour he’d been here to make her grateful that they hadn’t stayed in touch. “Look, I know you’re an attractive guy and all but that doesn’t mean you can just get away with whatever you want.” She shot back.

He suddenly had a look of surprise on his face as he tried to backpedal, “Hang on, that’s not-“

“And I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression before.” She added.

“That isn’t-“

“The interview’s over. I think you should get going.” She said finally, watching as his face fell. She expected him to look angry or defiant, to want to argue the point, but instead he just seemed… disappointed?

“Yeah... Sounds like I should.” He mumbled as he left the studio.

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pity party • matty healy x reader

Pity Party - M.H.

wc- 2856 or smth like that

The reader, in the midst of a particularly bad day, is dragged along to a party by her boyfriend Matty. But she really doesn’t want to be a burden or ruin his night.

It was a stressful day for poor Y/N, and being dragged along to a party by her boyfriend didn’t help much either. Not like she’d ever let Matty know what was up - she hated burdening him with her problems. She didn’t want to scare him off, now did she? Her curly haired rockstar was the best thing that had ever happened to her. If she lost Matty, who knows what she’d do.

But, anything for him. She would go to the party, pretend to have a good time, and hope for the best, because let’s be honest for a moment…  not much could go wrong. Or could it? Oh, shut up with the cliches, will you!

    “Love, are you almost ready?” called the boyfriend in question from the living room of their shared Manchester flat.

Y/N sighed apologetically, attempting to quickly gain at least some composure before having to face Matty. “Y-yeah. Just one second, babe…”

With that, she took a final glance in the mirror and confirmed she looked alright. She didn’t feel too hot today. But there wasn’t much she could do to tend to her overwhelming insecurities at this very moment. Turning the knob with shaky, but freshly manicured hands, she exited the bathroom - her favourite place to cry - and greeted the beautiful, curly haired man in front of her, a fake smile a stark contrast to his genuine one. She felt somewhat guilty, but she’d feel guiltier if she let him know what was wrong. Letting him have a lovely time at George’s carouse was all she wanted. She knew firsthand how hard Matty and the boys worked, and how little rest they got… frankly, it amazed her. How he could do everything he did seldom any breaks was perplexing to the Y/H/C girl.

Matty looked at her up and down, practically tearing off her beautiful sequined black dress with his gorgeous chocolate (ha) brown eyes alone. He snaked a pale, inked arm around her waist, planting a soft, heartfelt kiss on her cheek. “You look breathtaking, love!” he exclaimed, a look of pure and utter adoration on his lovely face. Oh, how lucky she was. She didn’t think she deserved him - but then again, he didn’t think he deserved her, either. Again with the guilt.

She averted her gaze to the floor at an alarming speed, biting back a flood of tears in an attempt to do two things; save both her dignity and the glittery smokey eye she’d spent an unreasonable amount of time on. “Thank you. You look quite fit yourself, Matty,” she squeaked, trying to hide the burning of oncoming tears at the back of her throat that often resulted in a rather telling voice crack which made her sound like a twelve year old boy. She did not succeed. “Sorry. Eyeshadow in my eye. That stuff hurts,” she chuckled, giving her all to play it off. She felt terrible lying to him but it was all she could do right then and there, hm?

Matty looked concerned. He suspected she was upset - but for both her and the night’s sake decided not to make a big deal of it, raising his thick eyebrows worriedly. “I’d imagine it does, love,” he replied, squeezing her hand affectionately. “You sure you’re alright? We can tell George we can’t come--”

“No! No, no, no, don’t do that!” she pleaded, cutting him off. “I’m okay. It’s fine, babe, it’s nothing. Promise!” 

“Alright,” he sighed, pulling her in for a hug. Y/N melted into the embrace, her head lying on his comfortable (albeit bony) chest. Listening to his heartbeat was quite therapeutic for her, and he knew that. “Let’s go.”

She nodded, and off they went.

To say the car ride was tense was a bit of an understatement. Y/N chewed at her glossy, made up lips, and Matty’s elegant free hand diverged from its usual spot at his girlfriend’s thigh and instead rested on the wheel of the car, bouncing up and down in coordination with his thigh. She didn’t dare gaze anywhere but outside the window, meanwhile he routinely checked up on her. For what reason, he wasn’t sure. It vaguely reminded them of the aftermath of their arguments -- but even then there was less… silence. It was deafening. Matty quickly turned on the radio (conveniently playing some sad, mainstream pop tune by the latest one-hit wonder) to elevate the mood and diminish the awkwardness. He wanted to talk, he just wasn’t sure how to go about doing so.

For the first time, Y/N looked away from the window and instead at her thighs. And her stomach. She cringed inwardly upon the sight, regretting giving in to the hearty lunch Matty had fixed for the two of them - it tasted surprisingly good, but she was quite bloated, even after a good five or so hours, which made her pretty anxious. Her soft, thick thighs, which he liked, weren’t to her liking. Not even close. Subconsciously, she tugged at her hair, threatening to rip it all out and scream, once again holding back a waterfall of tears. Then, back to staring at the cars passing by.

Eventually, they made it to George’s place. They could hear the music blaring from the opposite end of the block -- it was loud. Impossibly tumultuous. That by itself was already stressing Y/N out, to the point where she didn’t even realize Matty had stopped the car until he opened her door and helped her out. She thanked him, clinging onto his hand as if it was her last breath; his other hand rubbed her back in a soothing matter. They got to the door and were greeted by none other than Adam Hann after a brief sequence of knocks, his beautifully angled eyebrows sitting at an even higher angle once his eyes met with the pair’s own. “Y/N! Matty! A bit late, but come in! We’ve been waiting for ages,” he chirped, a slight slur to his words, especially when he emphasized ‘ages’. 

Matty gave his close friend a slight chuckle, you instinctively following suit. “Yeah, sorry about that, mate. My love-” he ruffled your curled hair with his free hand, pulling you in a bit closer to him and kissing your forehead “-here is just so distractingly beautiful!” A very, very, embarrassingly bright blush crept onto your cheeks, and you let out the first genuine giggle you had all day. It was those small, yet memorable moments of pure cuteness that really made you fall in love with him. You cherished those memories -- you remembered every single time he’d done something like that. It was a mix of hilarity and endearment that you felt every time Matty shed his bad boy, rock star demeanour and replaced his it with a soft, loving one. One that secretly preferred being the little spoon sometimes. One that was surprisingly vulnerable. It was a side of Matty most people didn’t get to experience - and boy, was she grateful she got to. 

“Not as pretty as you, Matthew,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck (which was covered in a mop of dark brown ringlets). He looked at you with a face that could only be described as an odd mix of amusement, adoration, and disgust.

“Don’t ever call me Matthew again, for the love of God.” Matty laughed, even harder as Adam faked a gag. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Hann! S’not like you and Carly are any different.”

“Not publicly. That’s gross.”

“Shut your trap,” he quipped as he jokingly shoved the blonde guitarist away so he could enter George’s not-so-humble abode (though he was quite humble about it nevertheless) with his girlfriend in tow.

    The lights were bright. They flashed a lot, too (they flashed even more than those God-awful ‘groupies’ at literally every show the boys played), and they were far from pleasant; Y/N felt slightly queasy but, not like she herself would throw up… rather like her mind would. It seemed to be a combination of stress, body image, and  an unexpectedly onset depressive episode. She felt herself stumble, almost as if she was as intoxicated as the vast majority of people attending this event, but she caught herself before Matty noticed. He was talking to some old friend he hadn’t seen since high school, which made her job easier as he assumed she was just being lovey-dovey when she gripped his arm - his obliviousness was a gift at times. This being one of them.

    The friend - Y/N gathered her name was Tiera - was stunning. Jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Model material. Her bone structure was immaculate, and her platinum blonde box braids contrasted beautifully with her glowing dark skin. Her body was just as, if not more perfect than her face. She was fit in every sense of the word, with curves that would be the death of any woman or man who laid eyes on them… and YN’s brain insisted that this mesmerizing lady was going to be the end of her Matty too, and taking in the sight of them innocently catching up was when she lost it.

    You see, she wasn’t normally a very jealous person; but the pure self loathing she had felt towards her own body that day, and then seeing how flawless Tiera’s was and how friendly her and Matty were especially compared to the distance they kept on the way to George’s, was just too much. She let go of Matty’s long, thin arm, pushing it away as hard as she could, and wriggled out of his grasp as if he was some sort of rat who was going to give her the Bubonic plague. Shocked, he looked back at her - his arrestingly ravishing girlfriend, the apple of his eye (dare I say - I do apologize for the cheesiness), her Y/H/C hair and black dress swaying in sync as she bolted towards his best friend’s restroom. What the fuck? He thought, his mouth agape just as it had been the first time he laid eyes on her. Except, rather than admiration, he stared in confusion. 

    Remember when I said that their bathroom was Y/N’s favourite place to cry? Well, I wasn’t lying. She found George’s to have the same pleasant, calming atmosphere that screamed “I AM HERE FOR YOU”, just as Matty wanted to earlier - unbeknownst to her.

    She locked the door behind her as fast as she could, finding the light to be already on. She paced towards the mirror, recoiling in shock - she didn’t remember being that hideous at home. Maybe that’s because she hadn’t yet seen Tiera or any of the beautiful faces and bodies that peppered the gathering.

    After inspecting her face and looking as hard as she could, she managed to scavenge every single little ‘flaw’ in existence. She rushed to smash the lightswitch back off with every ounce of rage in her body, hurting her delicate palms in the process, which made the tears she didn’t even realize were there spill out even harder. Great, now she hurt physically and mentally. 

She slumped in the corner beside the sink, but not before pulling a fluffy green bathmat underneath her for a little bit of cushioning. Last time she cried in George’s bathroom, she split her palm open and thus felt as though she had every right to bawl her eyes out, considering the depth of the cut and her shockingly low pain tolerance - her and Matty were on the cold marble tile, hugging in intervals before her bandage was soaked through and needed to be replaced again--

    Oh dear. Matty. Thinking of him again made her sobs grow in volume and frequency, and she could’ve sworn that by now she looked like some sort of raccoon. And although she trusted him with her heart and soul and deep down knew he would never, she couldn’t help but think that he was probably making out with some thotty little twerp. She put her head in her hands, numerous thoughts flooding her mind as she cried and cried. The room was spinning. Just like out in the main room. It was spinning, it was blurry, she was hyperventilating, and although she knew she would have to leave the bathroom and face Matty eventually, she continued to hide, sulking in solitude. 

    Suddenly, knocks boomed throughout the echoey room, and Y/N hoarsely got out a small confirmation that the room was in use.

    “Y/N, we know it’s in use,” a gentle yet profoundly low voice replied. The voice was familiar - because, well, it belonged to the owner of the bathroom. “Could you come out, please? We’re worried sick.”

    She cried harder. She hated being a burden - that’s why she came here - but she’d made it ten times worse. Like always. “W-who’s w-we?”

    “Matty and me. Adam and Ross would be too, but we don’t know what they’ve gotten into.”

    “I’m not coming out.”

    “Please?”

    Y/N dragged her quivering body to the door and unlocked it, guilt and shame apparent on her features as she faced the two men in front of her. Matty scooped her up, tears in his eyes, holding her as close as he possibly could. He thanked George for having him over and bid his goodbyes before making his way to their shared car and buckling her into the passenger’s seat. He’d had an amaretto or two and knew he probably shouldn’t have been driving, but whatever; he could pay for whatever fine they gave him. Y/N was worth a DUI and a ticket.

    “What happened out there, love?” Matty inquired, sad brown gaze trying to read into her Y/E/C one.

    She shook her head, face and hair still caked with the salty liquid that wouldn’t dare stop seeping out of her eyes.

    He pursed his soft lips, before moving his hand too caress her wet cheek. “You have to tell me so I can help you, babe. I love you. How about we talk about it in bed?” He didn’t mean it sexually, at least not right now.

    She nodded. That was really all he needed, leaning in to place a heartfelt kiss on her lips, grinning as he saw a small smile form. He offered his hand, and she took it, and they stayed like that for the rest of their journey home.

    As soon as they got back, Matty made sure to tend to her every need - he tied her hair back, removed her rodent-like mess of makeup, and helped her get into more comfortable attire (his shirt, which secretly made him swoon). He frowned upon her refusal of chicken noodle soup - her favourite, especially when he made it. He carried her to their bed and decided to take charge and be the big spoon this time. “Alright, love. What’s up?”

    She bit the inside of her cheek anxiously. She’d stopped crying, however she was still on the verge of tears. “I think I had a panic attack in George’s bathroom. But that’s not th-the point. This week has been terrible. I’ve been getting a ton of hate, you’ve had interviews, which is good and all, but… bad timing, I guess? Ah, I don’t know. And you know that… that lunch that you made for us? It was good, really good, but, I was pretty bloated after that which never fails to get me down! And then we had to go to that party, and I felt ugly and disgusting, and it just… wouldn’t stop. At the party, I felt even worse. Sick. And everyone there was gorgeous, especially… what’s her name? Tia? Tyra? Tiera. Yes. And I thought you liked her because I’m a mess. And…” she paused, a tear falling down her cheek. “I think that’s it?”

    It hurt Matty’s heart to hear her pour hers out to him in such a melancholy way. He’d known of her insecurities -- it’s why she was usually quite hesitant about any intimacy whatsoever, even a simple hug -- and every single one of his attempts to comfort her, restore her self esteem, assure her she was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever laid eyes on (hence why they were dating). He sighed, pulling her into a warm embrace. “You’re breathtaking. Don’t ever think otherwise. And by the way,” he began, pausing as she cocked her head to the side. “I’ve got worry about her more than you do. She told me you were quite fit before you ran off.” They shared warm laughs, before Y/N looked into his eyes once again.

    “I love you, rockstar.”

    “I love you too.”

    And with that, both my hands and the star-crossed lovers got some rest. Writing six pages is not easy on the wrist.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Too Close to You

' @luke-skywalkin : so I’m currently obsessed with jealous needy shawn sooo can u write one🥺'

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of smut

A/n: I got a little carried away with this, I think. But I kinda like it. I've also never written a full jealous!shawn so I hope this is okay.

Summary: Shawn thinks his friends like you a little too much and he's not handling it well.

Requested: yes.

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I love to hang out with Shawn and his friends. Ever since Shawn introduced me to them, I'd felt like part of the group. We all have inside jokes with each other, and when Shawn is out on tour and I can't be there with him, the guys always invite me to go out with them. Of course I agree, because let's face it, they need a wing-woman, because they have a difficult time getting girls for themselves.

So, yes, we're close. Which is why it doesn't bother me when Jon pulls me into his lap while we're at Brian's, all of us just drinking and having a good time. Just like it doesn't bother me that he's tickling my sides or playing with my hair. In fact, I lean into him because it feels nice, and with two cups of whatever strong, alcoholic concoction Matt had cooked up, it's not like I was in any position to sit straight for long periods of time.

Shawn's standing in the doorway, staring at me, and in my sober state, I would be able to tell that he's standing way too straight and that his jaw is clenched in that way it does when he's angry. But tipsy me does nothing about it, only takes the cup from Jon's hand and sips it.

“God, I need to get laid,” Brian exclaimed, plopping down next to us and pulling my feet into his lap.

“That's not all life is about, you know. Why don't you look for something real. Someone smart, and funny, and beautiful,” Shawn said, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. He's nursing the bottle of water in his hands - deciding that if I'm drinking tonight, he wouldn't be.

“Easy for you to say when you literally just described your girlfriend,” Matt said from the arm rest next to my head. “You seriously got the hottest, smartest, funniest woman on earth. What's even the point in the rest of us looking?”

My cheeks flush red and I let out a soft “Awwwe! Matty, that was so sweet!” I take a hold of his arm and he looks down at me. “C’mere.”

He leans down and I press the softest, quickest kiss to his lips before pulling away. Neither of us think anything of it. Shawn does, that's apparent in the way he crosses his arms over his chest, and sharply inhales through his nose.

“Okay, I need another drink. Let me up guys,” I pat Jon's chest and Brian swings my legs to the ground for me. I steady myself, both Matt and Shawn holding their arms out for me to grab. I stumble lightly into kitchen to fill up my cup. I'm in there a couple minutes, listening to the music that's now muffled - still loud, of course. But muffled, nonetheless.

I'm about to go back to sit with Jon when a tug on my arm pulls me in the opposite direction. Shawn's head rests against my stomach and my hand very instinctively goes to his hair. He hums, his hands resting on the pockets of my super skinny jeans. I swat at his hands when he kneads the covered flesh.

“Shawn, we're in public.”

“We're in Brian's living room. That's hardly considered public.” He's looking up at me, his curls flopping over his forehead, lashes brushing just under his eyebrows and I'm swooning.

But the moment ends much too soon when Brian pulls me back in, this time squished between him and Jon. “Smile!” Matt says, hiding behind Brian's Polaroid.

I close my eyes - knowing just how drunk I'd look if I kept them open - and smile wide, baring my teeth. I feel two sets of lips on me before the flash goes off and when I open my eyes, I see Shawn standing, his ears red, breathing heavy.

I push myself off the couch, best I can and brush my hand against his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Let's get out of here,” He pinches the bridge of his nose.”

“Shawn.”

“Y/n. I'm tired and I want to go. Please,” he says through gritted teeth. The boys aren't paying any attention to us.

I sigh, “Okay.”

The goodbyes are quick, Shawn's hand never leaving my back pocket. I didn't even hug the guys before he was rushing me to the car, faster and little more forcefully than usual. His breathing still hasn't calmed, even after a few blocks.

“Bubs, what's wrong?” I ask when we're nearer to the condo.

“We really need to limit the time we spend with the guys.”

“What? Why?”

He scoffs and looks at me, only for a second before turning back to the road. “They're all over you, for fucks sake.”

“They are not!”

“And you're not doing anything to stop them! You're encouraging it, even!”

“Are you serious right now?” I hiccup, the only clear sign that I've drank a little too much tonight.

“Am I serious?” he's fuming, turning onto our street. “Yes, I'm fucking serious! What was that kiss with Matt? You initiated it!”

“It was less than a second! It didn't mean anything.”

“Well it did to me!” He sets the car in park and is out before I can even say anything back.

I get out of his jeep, rushing after him, “Shawn!”

“Those are my friends, y/n!” He says, opening the door to the condo. “My best friends!” He continues when the door closes behind me. “And they're over here talking about how hot you are and how they wish they had someone like you. And you let them. You let them say those things and you let them touch you and kiss you and it fucking hurts! You're my girlfriend! Mine! And it really doesn't help that you wear those tight jeans, and low cut shirts because you're leaving very little to the imagination. They shouldn't get to see that.”

“You’re getting jealous over nothing. They don't get to have me, Shawn! You do!”

“Then why don't you act like it?! I'm never here, y/n! I'm never fucking here. But they are!” He gestures like they're in the next room. “They get to see you every day. Hold you when a guy gets too close, even though they're too close.”

“Bub-”

“How would you like it if I did that with my girl friends? Kissed Camila when she said something sweet? Let Alessia hug up on me while we're in the green room?”

I cross my arms over my chest, hating the fact that he thinks that would upset me. "I think your fans would have a bigger problem with it than I would."

He rolls his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I don't have millions of fans watching my every move. You so much as look at another girl and there's twenty articles up that you're cheating on me. That we broke up. That our relationship was a sham. Your fans would believe it and quite possibly murder you before I even open Instagram to see how you've broken the internet this time."

He sighs.

"I don't get jealous, Shawn. You know that. And you've reassured me every time you leave that you love me and only me and I believe you. So I need you to believe me when I tell you that there's nothing going on with me or any of the guys. We're comfortable with each other. They protect me when you're not here. They're not trying to get with me when we go out to the bar; they stay near me and make sure no one else tries making a move. They do it because they know you would hate yourself if something happened while you were gone. There's no reason for you to ever thing that I would leave you, and for one of your best friends, no less! So whatever jealousy you're harboring right now needs to go. Because I'm tired and this fight is fucking stupid and I'm going to bed." I push past him and into our shared bedroom.

---

Dressed in my pajamas, I lay on my side, eyes closed, but not sleeping. I hear Shawn sigh as he walks in the room, my back is towards him when I feel the bed dip on his side. I think he's going to reach for me after he's situated under the covers, but he doesn't and my heart breaks a little.

Sleep doesn't come easy, or at all, actually. I'm staring at the alarm clock that Shawn insisted on putting across the room so that we'd have no choice but to get up when it went off, and it reads 2:07. We've been in bed like this for three hours. And I know he's not asleep because he's not doing that little snore that he does when he sleeps on his back.

At 2:28, when my eyes are just now becoming too heavy to keep open, he shifts onto his side and his arm sprawls across my waist. "Baby," he whispers into my shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the covered skin. It takes everything in my not to melt into him right then and there. "I know you're not asleep."

I sigh and shift until I'm facing him. "What?"

"I'm sorry," he says, his thumb rubbing against my jaw. "I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, kinda." I agree.

He chuckles and I know we're okay. "I know I don't have to be jealous. But hearing Matt say what I already know, it did something to me. Because you are the hottest," he kisses my forehead, "smartest," my nose, "funniest," my lips, "Girlfriend in the world. And if he's noticed, then other guys have too and the thought of another guy wanting you drives me crazy."

"But I don't want them," I try and reason.

"I know. I know you don't. But do you see where I'm coming from? They're here. They're stable... I can't lose you, baby."

"Hey," I reach out to touch his face. "We are stable. Bub, I am not going anywhere."

His arms wrap around me with ease and just like that I'm straddling his naked torso, my hands resting his chest and then tangling his necklace between my fingers. "I'm right here. I'm in your hands. You have me."

He nods, his index fingers running over my sides from beneath my shirt. I hum and lean down, kissing his lips, never wanting to pull away. And this went on for what felt like forever, until my back once again hit the plush of our mattress. "I need you," he groans, lips trailing down my neck.

"I'm here," I reassure him, threading my fingers through his hair, clearly not understanding the meaning of his words.

"I need you," he says again, this time pressing his hips against mine. It clicks for me then and I nod.

"Okay baby." I mutter breathlessly because his tongue on the shell of my ear has me weak at the knees.

He takes his time with me. Kissing every inch of my body, clothed and unclothed. His touch is so soft and gentle that if I wasn't watching him, I'd have thought it wasn't real. And then he finally pushes himself into me, staying steady for a second, allowing me to get used to his size. Looking dwn at us, just out of curiosity, I notice that you can't even tell where I end and he begins. We're one. I'm whole as he thrusts into me slowly.

His thrusts are deep and even and measured. I couldn't even tell him how much I needed him; he left me speechless. He murmurs 'I love you' all over my body, and I wish you could tattoo sounds into your skin because I want to hear that forever. It's overwhelming how much we both need each other in this vulnerable moment. Him worried that I would someday leave him and me trying like hell to get him to believe I won't.

We're rarely ever this careful with each other. It's as if he's scared that going faster, harder will push me to the edge - And not the edge that he wants to bring me so desperately to. He's treating me like I'm fragile, like we're fragile. We're not, and I kiss him a little deeper to prove that we're not. Shawn's panting in my ear with another slow, deep thrust into me and my fingers claw at his back with a strangled moan eliciting my lips. This isnt just sex. We're making love. This is raw and passionate, and everything that making love should be.

***

A/n: this is not how I originally planned on ending this, but I actually think I like it better. There is an alternate ending if you guys want that later on though. 😉

I hope you enjoyed! Like, reblog, and leave feedback!! 💙

[mac-in-cairo]

prunus  persica

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None Apply

Fandom: MacGyver (2016)

Relationship:  Samantha Cage/Desiree “Desi”  Nguyen

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universes - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, First Meetings

Author’s Note: Peach flowers only grow in the north of Vietnam. This is how I imagined their tattoos while writing, but of course, you’re welcome to imagine them differently!

Another Author’s Note: I figure it makes more sense to post MacGyver fanfic here? It’s a little weird for me, though. Yeah, anyway: @rai-knightshade asked for a Sam/Desi soulmate fic and I had an idea. (I linked your post as a prompt on ao3, but I can take it down if you are uncomfortable with that!

And @telltaleclerk this could be something you’d like!

prunus persica

The thing is this: every Phoenix agent needs to get their soulmate mark listed. It sounds worse than it is - after all, society perpetuates that a soulmate mark should remain somewhat personal. But. If you’re a super secret agent working for the government, it would be really inconvenient if you found out your target was your soulmate. (There has been a case, once. It ended horribly.)

So, Sam was not really worried about getting her mark listed. It’s protocol, and it’s for good reason. And after she left, she doesn’t really think about it anymore.

It’s in her file, and sure, she knows those can be compromised, but - she lives in Australia.

It’s not like she hides her mark. The golden flowers show when she wears dresses or tank tops, and it’s okay. To show soulmate marks is not forbidden, just frowned upon by the older generations. Sam couldn’t care less about what they think.

It definitely helps that her mark is especially beautiful - or at least she thinks so. The fragile branch stretches along her collar bone, the delicate flowers in full bloom. She knows those are peach flowers, has known since she was a little kid.

It had excited her - the flower being native to Asia had to be a sign, right? Her excitement had lessened a little over the years, especially after she became an agent. She has been all over the world, but she hasn’t met the person with the same tattoo yet.

That doesn’t mean that her heart doesn’t beat a little faster when she lets her fingers brush across the gold under her skin. Sam knows she’s a romantic at heart - soulmate marks are meant to tell you who’s perfect for you, who fits with you better than anyone else.

She can’t wait to meet them.  

The beach is cool, even though the air is warm on her skin. It’s still dark, but the sky is painted orange already, the sun hiding behind the ocean, playing peek-a-boo with the world.

The ocean’s waves roll onto the beach, and she lets her toes dip into them. There is something beautiful about living near the beach - not even the years made the happiness inside her fade away. The air thrums with life, the soft rustle of leaves, some birds singing a few notes only to be quiet again. Sam breathes in, tastes ocean and beach and home and paradise. Yeah. She can’t wait to show her soulmate this.

The ringtone of her cell phone breaks through the atmosphere, and with a last longing look at the ocean, Sam picks up.

“Cage.”

She’s utterly surprised to hear Matty’s voice through the phone. “I apologize for calling you so early. But we… have a bit of situation.”

It almost sounds like a question, which really puts Sam on edge. “What’s going on?”

Mentally, she’s already packing her suitcase, considering to pack climbing gear and a parachute, just to be safe. Or maybe a second phone?

Unaware of her thoughts, Matty continues talking. “As it turns out, we have found your soulmate.”

Sam’s thoughts screech to a sudden halt. “You… what?”

Her brain feels on fire. They found her soulmate? That means they are an agent, right? Or… a criminal. Oh shit. “Who are they?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper and Matty seems to know where her distress comes from. “She’s our newest agent. Our system just got updated, and her and your soulmarks matched.”

Sam lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Are you in L.A.?” Maybe she can catch the next flight, maybe she can get there today… maybe she can meet her soulmate. Sam’s brain feels a little like it’s fried.

Matty hums. “Yes. You’ll be picked up in 20.” There are no words to describe the relief that floods through Sam. “Thank you, Matty.”

She doesn’t see her smile, but she knows Matty. “You’re welcome, Sam.”

Sam tries to sleep on the plane, but she can’t. Her brain keeps rotating around the - very limited - information she has about her soulmate. Her soulmate is a woman. She is an agent for the Phoenix, so she is someone Matty trusts. She is part of the team, which means she is excellent at her job. Matty didn’t tell her what kind of role her soulmate had, but Sam would bet all her money on protecting the golden boy - Matty told her about Jack leaving, so it’s really not hard to put the pieces together.

Lost in her thoughts, Sam fiddles with the hem of her blouse. She didn’t want to overdress, so she just put on the soft red blouse she loves, with some black dress pants. It feels like too much. What if her soulmate thinks it looks stupid?

She doesn’t feel much better when they land - there is a tight ball in her gut, anxiety and excitement mixing together and Sam thinks she hasn’t been this nervous since her high school prom.

The Phoenix hasn’t been her home for quite a while now, but the familiarity of it all makes her heart ache a little. She finds her way to Matty’s war room easily, slips in through the door like a child sneaking around to find Christmas presents.

Sam does pride herself on the fact that she isn’t easily thrown, but the woman sitting on the couch takes her breath away. The sun fights to break through the clouds and the greyish light spills over the woman’s hair, giving it a silver glint, reminiscent of cold light on the black sea, the waves catching the light.

It is a little overwhelming how much Sam wants to see her in the light of the sunrise, painted orange and red and golden.

The woman rises from her spot, her muscles rolling under her skin and Sam is suddenly thankful for all the years of training because otherwise there would be no way she could avoid staring at the elegant, effortless way the woman’s body shifts, clearly a fighter.

Sam turns fully around, lets the door click into place. The soft sound seems to break the tension between them. With two quick steps, the other woman is in front of Sam, holding out her hand. “I’m Desiree. Desiree Nguyen, but just Desi is fine..”

Sam doesn’t know why, but she has a feeling this is a test. So she smiles, lets her excitement bleed into it a little, just enough to show how she actually feels. “It’s nice to meet you, Desiree.” The name tastes like honey on her lips, and Sam hopes she gets a lifetime of opportunities to say her name again. “I’m Sam Cage.”

Desiree’s eyes are dark, and Sam figures that she could easily pull off the Bambi look with them, but there is a rough edge to the woman in front of her, a hint of both danger and sweetness. Sam really, really hopes she’ll get to see both sides.

Desiree watches her, a hesitant smile curling up her mouth. “It’s nice to meet you too, Sam.” She lets her hand linger way longer than necessary, their warm palms resting against each other. It’s nice, Sam thinks. Intimate in a weird way, but maybe that was what happened when you met your soulmate for the first time.

Sam hesitantly lets her hands go, but that leaves her with nothing to do. She tries to distract herself by rubbing over her neck - a tell she usually wouldn’t give away, but this is her soulmate, the woman she is supposed to love more than anyone else. A little trust isn’t too bad.

She watches Desiree’s eyes flicker down the line of her throat, the sharp eyes taking in every detail. Then her eyes freeze, a strange look coming over her. Sam almost asks if something is wrong, but she doesn’t know how to do that without sounding too creepy.

So she just watches.

“Hoa dao”, the woman whispers, and there is a softness to her voice that makes Sam’s heart melt. She lets her reach out, but Desiree hesitates before her fingers brush over the golden flowers peeking out under her collar. Sam can feel the heat of her fingertips just barely touching her, and she smiles softly. She is aware that the other woman is watching her, sharp eyes taking in Sam’s reaction.

Then her eyes flicker down to the gold again, and her skin brushes over Sam’s. Her fingertips flutter over the branch and the flowers, tracing the visible part of the mark.

Sam wants to kiss her, but the moment between them feels too fragile, too precious - so she doesn’t. Instead, she reaches out, slides her fingers along Desiree’s other arm, following the bones in her forearm down to her wrist, asking silently.

Desiree’s eyes meet hers again, and she lets Sam curl her fingers between hers. It’s nice - warm palms sliding together, fingers tangling, simply holding.

Sam is holding her soulmate’s hand for the first time. She feels a brilliant smile stretch across her face, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop. This is her soulmate. Her soulmate is an agent who is a trusted friend to one of the best men Sam has ever known. She’s strong, she’s beautiful, and Sam doesn’t know her yet, but she’s holding her hand and Desiree isn’t quite smiling, but her eyes are bright and lovely. Her hands are warm and she seems to be unable to stop looking at Sam - not that Sam is doing any better.

“Hi”, Sam says, and she doesn’t care it sounds stupid.

Desiree huffs a laugh, the sound small but honest. “Hi yourself.”

also on ao3!

[ohnmintyfresh]

“What started off as a romantic Labor Day weekend island-getaway has quickly turned into their worst nightmare!” would be an opening line if I were to write about our “adventure” in St Martin. We did our best to get out of there as soon as we found out it was heading towards us as a Category 6 (which doesn’t exist) monster hurricane but obviously all flights were booked. Matty did the best thing he could possibly do which eventually saved our lives - booking the Simpson Bay resort.

Sep 4th - 12:00 pm

We left our beautiful AirB&B beach house, got all the food and supplies, and headed to the resort. Our hosts treated us as their own family and drove us to the resort. He warned us, “You guys are in for a ride”. Boy, was he right. I later found out their home was destroyed. The tides were up to 32 feet and I knew that beautiful home wouldn’t survive. As soon as we got to our villa, which was on the ground floor of an inner building up on a higher ground, we built a fort with the couches in the kitchen and a little hide-out in the shower with beach chair cushions. We filled up all possible containers with water. Then we waited.

8:00 pm

The wind picked up and things started to get loud. We quickly moved to the bathroom and blocked the bathroom door with the big garbage-can full of water so it wouldn’t fly open. The next few hours were the worst time of my life. The first half of the hurricane was quite bad - the villa was shaking and everything in the living room was flying around. 

Sep 5th - 1:00 am

Then there was this eerie calm for about 45 mins where you could hear only the soft wind blowing. The eye was passing. 

2:00 am

Then it hit us - with the force that no one can possibly imagine. The force that ripped apart the island into pieces. I have never been that scared in my life. It felt like our door was going to get blown open. I thought the roof was going to get ripped off any moment and we were all going to die. The whole world was collapsing around us. Our tiny little bathroom was shaking and you could hear this roar - the kind of sound that can haunt you for the rest of your life. The constant banging outside of our bathroom door and the roaring of this monster hurricane lasted for HOURS. Try to picture that for a second. Imagine the worst turbulence you’ve ever had when you were on a plane and the feeling that you are all going to die. Imagine that feeling times 100 lasting for not just a few mins but for hours. 

6:00 am

I started crying uncontrollably and Matty, my then-boyfriend, tried to console me, although I could tell he was also terrified. When I was just about to pass out from fear, everything stopped. The shaking and the banging got less and less. The roar got further and further from our villa. Things got quieter until it became just the sound of rain and constant strong wind. 

8:00 am

The storm started way earlier than the predictions. It was over by Wed (Sep 6th) morning. We slowly opened the bathroom door to check out the outside world. To our surprise, our villa was actually intact except for minor flooding. Our main door was closed and windows weren’t broken either. But there was a giant piece of a metal roof right outside of the windows. It was a miracle that it didn’t pierce through our windows. Otherwise we would have been done for. 

9:00 am

Power was out and water was gone. That’s when that desperation kicked in. We did get A LOT of water and food “just in case” and we did finish the last water we have on the last day. As we walked around the resort, we realized how devastating it was. The only way for me to describe was that it looked like the island was hit by a nuclear bomb. Roofs were ripped off. Burned cars stacked on top of each other. Debris of everything and anything you can imagine everywhere to the point you couldn’t possibly walk through at all. We were trapped.

4:00 pm

Hotel called for an emergency meeting to inform us that we were indeed all trapped on the island with limited food and water supplies. The airport was completely destroyed. We could see it from our hotel lobby and there was actually a couple of boats in the middle of what’s left of the runway. There were about 200 guests plus hotel staff at the Simpson Bay. I want to take a moment and say THANK YOU to all the staff at the Simpson Bay Resort. They did an absolutely amazing job to get us all home safe. And that was the ONLY hotel on the island who stood by their guests and take care of our safety.

Sep 8th - 8:00 am

The aftermath. Thursday (first day after the hit) went by quickly as we were in pure shock. Friday day came and that dire and eerie feelings kicked in. Locals were forced out our resort as another hurricane Jose was approaching and the resort was no longer safe to shelter anyone at that point. The flying debris alone could kill us all. The tension between the locals and the tourists continued to rise. We spotted a HUGE fire at night and were told people were setting things on fire out of spite or jealousy. It quickly became a war zone.

8:00 pm 

Friday evening - things got worse. Hotel staff warned us of looting and robberies happening on the island. We met some women taking shelter at our hotel because a guy showed up at theirs with a machete. We were warned not to wander around alone. To make things worse, our door lock was broken and only one of us can leave the room to go attend the meetings with the hotel to know what is going on.

10:00 pm

As I was walking back from the lobby with the new friends I have made, we saw some locals looting the cars in our resort. They finally got in. There were no soldiers or law enforcement just yet. I ran back to my room and told Matty we needed to prepare to protect ourselves.

Sep 9th - 2:00 am

We were woken up by noises just outside of our room. People were walking around and checking the rooms. We stayed awake the whole night in a complete terror.

10:00 am

Fights start to break out in the hotel lobby as the food and water were running out. Everyone was on edge. No one knows when we were going to get rescued. Everyone knew someone but not a single person had any valuable information that could save us. All we could do at that point was wait. 

5:00 pm

We saw a few boats approached our hotel with some soldiers. Later we learned that they were the dutch soldiers who came here to clean the airport runway. We also saw a few military planes landing at the airport. Help is here. Finally. Our hotel finally got a hold of someone who would finally rescue us all. We were told to pack a small bag and be ready to evacuate. But only the elderlies and babies were going to evacuate first.

9:00 pm

Exhausted, we headed back to our room with the last string of hope. We are not going to be rescued today.

Sep 10th - 5:00 am

The phone rang. I even didn’t know it was working!! I picked up and they said, “You have 15 mins. We are evacuating. Come to the lobby NOW.” In pure panic, we grabbed our stuff and started running. It was still pretty dark and another hurricane Jose was on the way. As we ran in the rain, the wind picked up and all the debris started flying. It was about 10 mins walk to the lobby and before we knew it, this huge piece of metal roof flew right past our heads. We were about 2 inches from getting our heads chopped off.

7:00 am

Anxiously waiting for our turn to evacuate. As we drove through the island, I saw the devastation - St Martin as we knew was completely gone. It was a war zone. There were no more houses or streets. Every direction you looked it was devastation. 

10:00 am

The line at the airport was as long as the eyes could see. There were the Dutch soldiers, the US marines, the UK army, the St martin local police force - all working together. We were cold, hungry and just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, it started pouring. Jose was coming. It was predicted to hit around noon and there’s no way anyone could fly out once the second hurricane was here. It was predicted to be Category 3. We were surrounded by the damage left by Irma. Just a little bit of wind, and it was going to be a massacre. I looked around myself hopelessly and finally gave up. I sat down in a complete defeat and just started crying. That was it. We survived the first hurricane but we weren’t going to survive another one and there was no way we were going to get on those planes with hundreds of people ahead of us. We were done for. I called my family, my best friend to tell them we were coming home - thinking deep down that that was my goodbyes.

12:00 pm

A miracle happened. Jose hasn’t arrived just yet and we were going in the gates finally. The sweet U.S marine checked my passport and said “Smile. You are going to be okay now.” I couldn’t smile. It felt like my heart was about to pop out of my mouth. Or my ass. I was in shock. Boarding these huge U.S military aircrafts was one of the most magnificent moments of my life. There was no seat. Everyone was sitting on the floor hanging onto each other. We looked at each other and couldn’t believe we were finally rescued. I couldn’t stop crying but this time it was the happy tears. We were finally going home.

—-

6000 Americans were rescued from St Martin. We were one of the very first 200. My Dutch and UK friends were rescued a few days later. We were taken to PR which was also hit by Irma after us. We took the first possible flight out of PR the next day. After 4 more flights, I was home in New York.

If we left a day earlier than we planned, we could have avoided this all. Our flight was at 4 pm and the last flight out of St Martin that day was 8 am. When I looked back and thought about it all, the only thing that made me regret was putting my mom into such agony - not knowing if I was going to make it must have been quite excruciating for a mother. I wish I could have changed that. Other than that, everything happens for a reason and now I have tales to tell for many many years. Matty and I ended up breaking up after the trip. The little adventure we had was a bit too much for our brand-new relationship. But I still thank him to this day for booking a room at the hotel that saved our lives. I still keep in touch with friends I’ve made through this journey. It’s amazing how disasters bring out the best and the worst in people. And yes, it’s YOLO. I’ll continue traveling and exploring. May be not to an island during the hurricane season.. :) <3 

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Second Chances || M. H. Oneshot (Sequel)

Word Count: 2,914 Summary: Matty got stood up, you came to his rescue, and he offered lunch as a thanks for your kindness. What happened at lunch? (Sequel to A Cup or More) Author’s Note: Got a few requests to write a sequel that explains what happened at lunch, so here you go! I truly hope you like it. Let me know what you think! Also, don’t hesitate to shoot me some requests here if you want something for yourself! Enjoy!

The plans were set. 

At 12:30pm, just after your morning shift at the coffee shop finished, you were to meet Matty at a nearby Italian restaurant for lunch. You had obsessed over the outing from the moment the plans were made over text. You busied yourself with thoughts about the outfit you would wear, the words you would speak, even what you would order - anything to distract you from the idea of actually having to go and see him later. It was not like you were against meeting him again at all. No, you actually wished to see him again, hear his voice, get to pick his brain. You simply were nervous you would say something wrong, or that he would not be as interested in talking to you as he had before, or that he would perhaps even stand you up this time around. Sure, it was a long shot given how hurt he had seemed a day earlier, but the thought still made you apprehensive. Matty wasn’t exactly bound to your plans just because you gave him a croissant when he was sad. Life sadly did not work that way.

Nevertheless, you went on with the plans as they were set. After your shift ended, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom and changed into what you chose to wear - a pair of denim shorts, a black tanktop, and a red and blue flannel. Sliding into a pair of sandals, you hurried out of the coffee shop you called home 10 hours a week and went on your way to the eaterie. After an extra two minutes to get yourself psyched up once you arrived, you walked in. Scanning the room, it did not take long to find him. Near the back, with his once shaggy hair now brought back into a ponytail of sorts, his same black jeans, and a light blue jumper, Matty sat. As you walked closer to him, you realized he had glasses on. He was buried in a book again, though different than his previous one. It had a dark purple cover and golden writing on it. A regal book for a not-so-regal looking man. It suited him. He put it down the moment he realized you were near.

“You look lovely today,” he spoke, voice soft and welcoming. You smiled, slipping into the chair in front of him.

“Thank you. You look rather comfortable today.”

He chuckled. “I feel comfortable. Rather, more so than yesterday.”

Gazing at your menu, you offered him a question. “Did you ever find out what your coffee date’s deal was for standing you up like that?”

His face fell slightly, but he masked it well behind his drink. “She said she did not feel well.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Honestly?” You nodded. “Not one bit.”

“Well she missed out,” you said, kindly smiling his way. “Truly, it’s her loss.”

“Thank you.”

The waiter walked up then, asking your drink order. As soon as they left, you looked to Matty and cleared your throat with a folding of your hands on the table.

“So, tell me about yourself, Matty.”

“Ah yes, this question. Where to begin.”

You wondered as Matty spoke if he was asked this question often, for he had more to say than any man you had ever encountered when faced with that question. He started off about his family, his brother, his divorced parents that despite their struggles had so much individual love for him. Then he spoke about his ‘second family’, the group of friends he was devoted to, three guys with pasts with him going all the way back to childhood intertwined richly with music and dreams of making it big. His eyes lit up at the idea, crinkling the skin at their corners in a most beautiful way. Before you knew it, he moved on to fun-facts such as his dog’s abnormal name, his admiration for black expensive clothing, and even his coffee order.

“Don’t forget that one,” he said with a wink, sending your heart fluttering.

Eventually after drinks were obtained and food orders placed, it came time for you to describe yourself back to him. Your mind raced - how on Earth could you be expected to top the loaded and truly heartfelt answers he provided you? It would be a losing battle regardless. So, you simply went for it. You told him about past pets, old hobbies of yours, what you felt about your family, your own coffee order, your favorite song, and even your favorite vacation spots. Your answers were far from the deeper, more fascinating ones that Matty provided, but he somehow looked just as intrigued as you had been with his. His eyes never left you, not even when his phone buzzed on the table signalling a call. It was silenced fast with a touch of a finger, and then pushed aside out of sight. You were impressed and flattered, to say the least.

Food became your rescue, your signal that you no longer needed to continue on. The two of you ate, and the conversation went on towards more simple questions about television and the weather and ‘how damn impossible it is to get a parking spot around this area’, courtesy of Matty. It flowed as smooth as Matty’s voice and long-winded responses to passion-backed questions. You found yourself at ease. His body language and occasional smiles let you know that he felt the same as well. It was a lovely feeling you never wanted to end.

However, lunch winded down. You could tell the moment the check came that Matty, much like you, was still not ready to let your meeting wind down along with it, and soon after signing your own check, he brought up this fact to you. So, after some discussion as to where you would take your get-together, the two of you ventured to the park. Upon getting there, you both realized that there was a music festival going on at the park’s center, with a group already gathered together on stage performing. Matty seemed to be attracted to the venture immediately, for you could see his eyes drawn to it the moment it came into view. It was your pleasure to follow him over to the event and stop to listen to it at his side.

The performers went on a rotation based on a sign-up sheet, as the event was trying to showcase local artists. The longer the two of you sat and listened, the more the variety of these groups was showcased. Girl groups, rock bands, even teenagers showed up and gave it a shot. A few minutes into a set by a group of boys, you turned and nudged Matty, who had grown rather content sitting on the grass with her immersed in music. He shook himself out of his trance to look over at you.

“Hmm?”

“You should sign up.”

Laughing, he shook his head. “As lovely as that would be, I don’t have my boys with me.”

“You can still play without them,” you said, nudging him again. “They have instruments up there! You can play guitar, right? You should give it a try!”

“{Y/N}-”

“Give it a try,” you said more earnestly. “Please? I want to hear you sing. See if you really are as good as you told me you are,” you joked, making Matty smile. Taking a deep breath, he decided to take your challenge. He got up from his spot beside you and went over through the crowd to the sign up sheet. He returned shortly after, but not even fifteen minutes later found himself called back up again. You watched as he walked up, nervous but eager to perform, and grabbed an acoustic guitar left for artists to use. He sat on a stool tuning it as the crowd waited, patient and curious what this man in a baby blue jumper and curly tied-back hair had planned. He paused to clear his throat before addressing them with his name and the name of the song he was going to perform.

“I apologize, I normally am backed by my mates,” he announced. You could tell he wished they were there with him dearly. You would have to ask to hear him play something with them in the future, if you got that far. “But em...yeah, here it is. 102.”

A short guitar intro in, and Matty finally sang. His voice was so much more soft and vulnerable than you had imagined as it rang throughout the speakers. As soft as it was, it held such an unprecedented emotional weight. No one who heard his voice, his lyrics, could deny that it was a personal song loaded with very intense memories that he sang. Thanks to his lyrics, you could almost see those memories for yourself. Thanks to his lyrics, you could get a sense of just how torn he must have been yesterday at the coffee shop after being stood up. You felt bad for him.

As the song ended, the crowd cheered gladly for him. Matty told them a simple ‘thank you’ before returning the guitar and modestly getting off the stage to return to you with a happy grin on his face. You met him halfway with a hug.

“That was really pretty,” you told him as you pulled back. “You didn’t tell me that you could sing that well.”

Matty grinned. “Yeah, well, it’s rude to boast.”

“As if you haven’t done that before.”

“I-”

Stopping Matty short, someone tapped him on his shoulder. You leaned over to look at who it was right as Matty turned to see them as well. It was a girl, brown hair, eyeliner-rimmed brown eyes, in an outfit that screamed ‘Boho’. She looked you up and down before turning to Matty and folding her arms. Matty grew tense, his eyes avoiding her eyes for literally anywhere else.

“I told you I was sick Matty, not dead.”

Oh. It was the girl who had stood him up, finally around. “What are you doing here?”

“Funny enough, I was missing your music, so I decided to come here and hear something like it. Did not expect to hear you performing and then running into some other girl’s arms, though.”

“I thought you stood me up!”

“Sure,” she said with a laugh, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, “because loads of people ditch on the second date.”

“You waited until the night to respond, and I had to reach out to you to even get that!”

You suddenly felt awkward in your spot. Resting your hand on Matty’s shoulder, you waited until he turned to see you to speak. He looked so conflicted, panicked even, and remorseful as hell that you had to be there in that moment with him. Biting your lip, you motioned with your head away from the stage. “Should I go?”

He shook his head, but the girl all but jumped at the idea. “You were never supposed to be here in the first place! Of course you should go!”

“Carly, relax,” Matty said, his words firm as he held your hand to keep you from leaving. “Frankly, hearing how you are talking to {Y/N} over here makes me sort of glad you did stand me up the way you did, because I would rather not associate with someone so rude. Perhaps it was fate.”

“Don’t give me some intellectual crap,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Fate had nothing to do with it. I was sick, I didn’t want to be by my phone. I answered as soon as I had the strength to.”

“Not to intervene,” you said, regretting it the moment Carly’s eyes stared into yours, “but um...if you were so sick yesterday that you could not even look at his texts, why are you here around a bunch of people? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Carly looked seconds from snapping. “There’s this thing called ‘getting better’. Honestly Matty, where did you find this girl? At the coffeeshop?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and she makes a great point that I’m still not satisfied with your reply for. You should be in bed if you were that unable to function. If you had given a shit about me, you would have at least sent a text, something, anything. You heard your phone going off. You knew I was worried and wondering where you were, and you ignored it. To be quite frank, I’m not happy with being treated like that. I’m sorry Carly, but I’ve moved on.”

If she was angry before, she was furious now. Groaning, Carly walked forward, slapped Matty in the face, and then stomped off. You jumped to his aid as soon as she was off, scanning his wincing face and asking if he was okay. Physically, he appeared fine, just a little reddened. Emotionally though, he appeared worse for wear. You sighed.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Matty shook his head, rubbing his cheek. “No, none of that was your fault. I probably deserve some of that anyway.”

“So you know her?”

“Sort of,” he explained. “We met at a bar, and I thought she was beautiful, so we exchanged numbers and set up a date the next day. It was a wild date at a club, but it was a lot of fun and I thought we had some potential so...I asked if she wanted to join me for coffee. I wanted to get to know her outside of the club, drinking scene. That’s why...when she didn’t show up, I got so crushed. I was worried she would be just that girl you meet in a club who is around for a good time but disappears when it’s gone, and she all but proved it to me.”

“And even if she really was sick…”

“She could have at least responded to me, or at least called me to apologize when she was ‘feeling better’,” Matty said, sulking. “Though, I also sort of snapped at her just then...I’m so tired of fucking these things up. That whole ordeal probably fucked this up too even more than it already was fucked, I’m guessing.”

You frowned as he went to sit down on the grass. He looked exhausted, ready to lay down, shut his eyes, and ignore the world around him for a while. You couldn’t blame him. Moving to sit down next to him, you patted his knee.

“I don’t think you fucked this up.”

Matty laughed. “Sure I haven’t.”

“No seriously,” you said, pushing at him, “I don’t think you have. Look, Matty, I know that whole ordeal with Carly was rough and complicated. And I can say that, I’ve been here for what sounds like a good half of it,” you teased. Matty didn’t notice it I know both of you hold some of the blame, her more so than you in my opinion, but I don’t feel like you are a bad guy. I feel like you’re someone that hasn’t had luck. I don’t know, I kind of want to...offer up whatever this is as perhaps a second chance?”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks go red at the shift in his gaze, “and despite everything that happened today, I still want to explore what this is. You’re interesting, you’re talented, and you sound like you have a good heart. I don’t want to let what happened with Carly to interfere with how I feel. Like...maybe you were right, maybe it was fate saying we should be together, not you and Carly. I don’t know. I want to know though, if you are open to it. I want to kind of...start of new. Could we do that?”

Matty sat still as stone for a moment, processing his words. You were nearly convinced you had said too much and gone awry from the lack of expression on his face, and you were ready to backtrack completely, offering to part ways and forget it all happened, when he brought himself forward to kiss you. It took you completely off guard. You expected him to call you crazy, or politely reject you to give him more time to think over what had happened, or even say he had to think about it. You never thought you would find yourself with his lips against yours, his hand reaching to cup your cheek and bring you closer to him. It was an earthquake to your emotions, but you felt it rather fitting. Nothing had been usual or predictable about you two so far. Why wouldn’t something deeper kick off with unexpected?

“We most certainly can do that,” Matty finally said after pulling back. “I’d love to do that, actually. I completely agree with everything you said.”

Smiling, you took his hand into yours. “So, we’re going to try this?”

He smiled back. “That seems to be the plan, yes.”

“Would you be opposed to kicking things off officially over a cup of coffee tomorrow?”

“So long as you give me a chance to let you hear me properly perform with my mates afterwards.”

You giggled. “I’d love nothing more.”

Matty grinned. “Fantastic.”

And thus, over another kiss and a hug, the two of you sealed your plan. You both were far from knowing where exactly this new agreement to test things out would take you, but frankly, you were both just grateful for the second chance.

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Fruk - You are my sunshine

((Because teacher AUs are the best AUs))

I opened up the door wih the sign that reads ‘YEAR 6A - MR. BONNEFOY’ and entered to see the tired faces of my class. Tomorrow is the school’s Valentine’s Day concert and i decided to take he last period to help them prepare.

“Good morning class!” I waved at my students.

“Good morning Mr. Bonnefoy…” They replied dragging every word in their usual monotonous greeting.

“Do you all remember the song you’ll be singing for Valentine’s Day?” Some of them nodded in reply while the others shouted 'Yes!’ enthusiastically, “Alright,” I chuckled “On a count of three stand up and sing.”

I put one finger up,“One,” This number caught their attention,I put another finger up “Two,” This number made them all stand up readily, I quickly added a third before shouting “Three and SING!” they started singing after that.

“You are my Sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey. You never know,dear How much I love you Please don’t take my Sunshine away.”

They harmonised perfectly with each other on the chorus but struggled with the last bit.

“Try to sing that last bit again.” I told them as they sighed and did as I told.

After 30 minutes their singing was perfect so now I need to do as I promised.

“Did anyone bring a movie for us to watch?” As soon as I said that a small hand shot right up at the back row.

“Leon?” I called out “Come show me what you got.”

He got up from his seat and started walking towards the front of the class and gave me a DvD.

“Ponyo.” He stated, going back to his seat once I started playing the movie.

A few minutes in I crouched down next to Matthew who was the class monitor “I’ll be going somewhere for a few minutes, be sure to write down the names of anyone who is misbehaving, Alright?”

“Okay.” The shy boy nodded and took out a pen and a sheet of paper.

I went outside the class and started making my way to 6A the closer I got there the louder the singing was, the song they were singing was 'Once Upon a Dream’ from sleeping beauty  which I do recall telling Arthur was my Disney movie, but that is probably just my imagination.

“If I know you, I know what you do You’d love me at once The way you did once upon a dream-”

“Michelle you’re too fast when you sing, and Heracles you’re too slow, try to keep up with Alfred, you two.” I heard Arthur say in a harsh tone.

I sighed and knocked on the door “Who is it?” I heard Arthur ask.

“Oh it’s just me.” I replied before he opened the door with his usual scowl on his face.

“What the fu-” he caught himself remembering that we are in a class of 11 years olds. “What do you want?”

“Not much, I was just going to see if you are finished with practice, and if you are would class 6A like to join 6B to watch a movie?” I asked looking hopefully into his emerald green eyes which glared right at me.

“Just give us 5 minutes.” He stated, his cheeks turning bright pink. Just as he turned to close the door, I planted a chaste kiss on his cheek before he quickly shut the door and i speed walked back to my class wondering if what I did was a mistake.

-a day later at the Valentine’s Day concert*

I was helping the art teacher, Feliciano with the decorations on the school stage. I put up a picture of a smiling sun at the top corner of the stage while Feliciano placed some cardboard flowers along it.

“So,” I started hoping to start to start a conversation “Is there anyone specific you might spend Valentine’s Day with?”

Feliciano looked at me with his brown eyes and nodded “I will spend it with my neighbour, Ludwig,” He replied “What about you?”

“Well, I don’t really know yet,” I replied, Arthur’s scowling face popped up into my mind making me respond with “There is someone I want to ask though…”

At those words he simrked as if he knew exactly who I had in mind.

“You should,” He told me, decorating the curtains with red hearts “No single person could could say no to a man like you, Francis.”

“D'accord.” I said hanging a few doves on the ceiling.

-a few hours later-

I was baxkstag3 with most of the other teachers when Vash, The boy from year 12, who volunteered to be the stage manager, held  his clip board against his chest and signaled a boy and a girl from his class eho were wearing matching red suits to go up on stage.

“Good morning teachers, students and parents,” The girl said “I am the head girl, Elizabeta Hedervary.”

“And I am the awesome head boy, Gilbert Beilschmidt,” The boy said “And we we welcome you all to St. Romulus’ school’s Valentine’s day concert.”

“Before we start we are just going to talk about love,” Elizabeta started turning her head to look at Gilbert “So tell me Gilbert, How would you describe Love?”

“I think it is undeniably awesome,” Gilbert answered, before looking back at the girl “but how exactly would you define love, Liz?”

“I think love is…” Elizabeta thought for a moment “I think love doesn’t have a definite meaning, everyone feels it but nobody can explain the feeling, can they?”

“Probably not, so we will sing a few awesome songs that might give the audience an idea.”

“Wonderful,” The brown haired girl said before stepping off the stage “Let us start with 5C who will be singing 'Fly me to the moon.’ She spoke into her mic’

The aforementioned students marched up on the stage wearing what seems to be a glittery version of the school uniform.

As soon as they started to sing I heard Arthur’s constantly annoyed voice.

"Walk in a straight line please.” He called over to them, they looked like a line of ants after they made a straight line.

Arthur started looking around until he and I made eye contact, causing me to smile slightly at his beautiful grassy green eyes and us both to turn slightly pink (At least I hope it was slightly).

Before walking over to him I looked around to see if my class were behaving and of they had a teacher near.

By the time I got to the side of the room he was on he has looked away (probably to find something to complain about) so I lightly tapped on his shoulder, making him almost jump.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed in relief.

“Salut.” I greeted, chuckling at how fast he jumped 'like a rabbit!’ I thought.

The conversation didn’t progress to more than that because Gilbert’s loud voice boomed through the speakers.

“Wasn’t that just awesome?” Gilbert exclaimed.

“Heck yeah it was,” Elizabeta agreed.“So, who’s going next Gil?”

“Next up is 3A singing a classic from the classic.”

I looked over at Arthur who was helping the girls in his class put on their plastic crowns 'Adorable.’

When the class went on stage they started singing the song.

'I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

At first I just listened to the childrens’ voices harmonizing in the romantic tune.

'Yet I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

But after the first verse I spotted Arthur dancing Aurora’s part of the dance alone in an isolated corner of the room when most of the people backstage looked away.

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream 

I cautiously walked up right behind him and noticed he was quietly singing along to the song. I placed a hand on his waist when he wasn’t look and took his other hand in mine.

“May I have this dance?” I asked causing him to scowl and blush darkly

“Git.” he said but nodding immediately after that. We started dancing throughout the rest of the song, similar to the scene in the movie.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

“Say, Arthur?” I twirled him around. He hummed in reply “Is It really a coincidence that you chose this song?”

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam 

“What do you mean?” He questioned but there was a look in his eye that knew exactly what I meant.

“Is it really a coincidence that you chose one of my favourite Disney songs which was from what I remember telling you was my favourite movie as a child?” I smirked and raised an eyebrow at his face which turned pink.

“Fuck off.” He simply said with a small smile.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream’

At those last words we stopped dancing

We looked into each other’s eyes and below his eyes I saw a something I didn’t expect to see.

A curve.

No, a smile.

He doesn’t usually smile.

He can give some small smirks of victory.

But this time he was grinning eat to ear and his eyes were softening.

He has the most gorgeous smile, And to think that I caused that made ne smile.

“Y-You’re next, Right?” He said suddenly.

“Oui…” I nodded “Should we take a seat?”

“Yes…” He went and took a seat next to Gilbert, One of the Social Studies teachers and I sat next to Feliciano after my students went up on the stage.

“Have you asked that someone out?” I heard an Italian accent whisper in my ear.

“In a way,” I replied to him “We danced.”

“That’s good, no?”

“Oui, but I haven’t officially asked him out on a date.”

“Well, That’s a shame,” he said taking a long gulp from his firetruck red water bottle “I think he would’ve said yes.”

-Time skip to after the concert-

There are only a few minutes left so I decided to hand out some coloured paper and and make Valentine’s day cards with them.

I ended up listening in on their conversations while making my own card. With blue and yellow paper.

“Who are you going to give your card to, Mattie?” I saw Amelia, one of the girls ask Matthew who was sitting in her group.

“since I dont know who to give, I think I am going to give it to my grandma and grandpa. ” the shy boy said.

“Cool!” The girl exclaimed" What about you Mathias?“

"I think I am going to give it to Lukas!” the Dane said proudly.

“Lukas and Mathias Sittin’ in a tree-” Amelia started.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Sandy finished making Mathias’s ears turn to a rosy colour.

'Ah, young love~’ I thought, drawing some small red hearts on the bushes I drew to make them look like flowers.

The bell let out a loud ring making the children pack their bags and walk out of the room running to their parents or walking to their buses with their friends, I got out of the room and immediately got caught in a stampede of 11 year olds, I decided to stay in my class for a bit until the traffic in the hallway cleared up a little bit.

To my surprise before I could get out of the class I saw someone walk through.

Arthur.

“Salut, Arthur.” I greeted and he replied with a simple hello.

“So, uh what brings you here?”

“A few girls from year 10 have got me a few roses and told me to give them to someone I lo-like, someone I like.” he pulled out a long single red rose and gave it to me.

“What a coincidence, I have something to give you as well!” I told him and gave him the card I’ve been making.

It was made with blue paper and I cut out a sun with yellow paper and drew some bushes with red hearts on them, in the open space which was the sky I wrote 'tu es mon soleil.’

“What?” he said in a hushed voice “You like me?”

“Yes,” I chuckled “I like you.”

“O-Oh…” he said, turning bright red and looking slightly dazed before returning to his usual scowl, rolling his eyes and wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I was taken by surprise at that kiss, after that I kissed back and put one hand on his back and using the other to tilt his chin up.

It was only a simple kiss, only two closed lips pressing against eachother.

It was also the one of the best kisses I’ve ever had and something tells me that there will be more to come.

He pulled away first, gasping slightly for air I just smiled at him and kissed his nose.

“By the way what the hell is written on the card?”

“Tu es mon soleil.” I told him.

“Translation?” he said leaning in so that are faces are mere inches away.

I placed a small kiss on his lips, pulling away quickly to answer him “You are my sunshine, Arthur.”