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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Six

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: AHHH I am honest to god obsessed with this part, been excited for it since the idea came to mind and I also love surprises so, take that as you will... Hope you enjoy! Thank you sm for all the love on this series too, means a whole lot!!

Warnings: again lil bit of self-consciousness, mentions of scarring, heights!

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"Mind if I join you?"

I swivelled around on my heel to peer over my shoulder at the sound of the unexpected oncommer.

It was a surprise to find Healy there. Striding across the expanse of roof with an effortless elegance, as though he knew how much he was worth, like he didn’t care who was watching. I sort of envied that.

I opted for feigning nonchalance and simply shrugged in reply, jutting out my chin before forcing my gaze to return to the skyline.

Healy fiddled with something in my peripheral though and the ruffle of cellophane separated the sound of the city below from my smoky exhale.

"You got a lighter?"

It was a needless ask, Heally could already see that I had a cigarette lit in hand but that didn't seem to defer him. It felt as though he was actualing aiming to start up some kind of conversation, which was strange considering how standoffish he’d been during most of his visit.

I spared him another short glance as I went to dig my free hand into my back pocket, noting that his sunglasses were still wired into his curls which meant that I could actually see the way he was watching me now.

When he’d first walked over, Healy had stopped a comfortable distance away, but he closed it when I lifted the lighter up in success. The makeshift patio creaking beneath his weight.

He had his own cigarette dangling loosely from his lower lip, the butt stuck to the inside of the soft flesh as he invaded my space, indicating that he had no intention of taking the lighter from me. I couldn't quite help the way my gaze flitted down to his mouth and then up into his valourous eyes when he did, their colour darker now that his hair had fallen from behind his ear to shield a portion of his face from the sun's shining light.

I looked away almost as soon as Healy met my curious stare and swallowed sparsely before proceeding to flick the sparkwheel. It took two tries before it caught.

The warmth of the iridescent flame tickled my cheek as I held it up, and Healy cupped a hand between both our faces in an attempt to waylay the whistling wind as I moved in to light the cigarette's end.

The lighter was a tacky thing, cheap, and coloured an illuminous orange. I never usually thought much of it, tended to nick them right off of Finn's kitchen counter, or from strangers in the street whenever I needed a light.

But being this close to Healy, I could literally smell just how expensive the man's aftershave was, how it clung to the gentle curve of his neck. It reminded me of how different we were. Healy was obviously more inclined to the finer things in life- probably even had someone hired to light the poxy things for him.

I was quick to bite back the snort that bubbled within me at the sudden picture that painted, shaking my head as I dropped the lighter down to my side. Though I still wore a small smile when my gaze trailed back over to meet his, almost involuntarily now. And this time I couldn't bring myself to look away just yet.

Healy’s lips twisted into a rueful smirk once he’d inhaled a lungful, unblinking as he observed me once more, and I had to force my body to take a step back when I noted that neither of us had yet to move.

I cleared my throat and raised my hand again, but Healy’s smirk only grew.

"Meant to be quitting, you know." I quipped like many liars before me, hoping to ebb some of the remaining tension that had adhered itself to the air around us as I sucked some life back into my fag's dying flame.

Healy humoured me.

"How boring."

I huffed a breathy chuckle, a grey trail stuttering out with it.

"I know it's what everyone says, but for me it's true. Been trying to kick the habit ever since I started, to be honest."

I peered back over at him long enough to witness the way he directed an arched brow my way, smoke pooling from his mouth. It was second nature the way he did it, so casual, as though smoking was akin to breathing.

"Why haven't you then?"

The question caught me a little off guard. But only in the way that it was a first for him, at least from how I saw it, to pry into another's life. My life, my brain supplied unhelpfully. A big-shot singer like him to be prolonging our encounter more than necessary, surprised me even more.

Nonplussed, I found myself replying, "Life?"

He snorted pleasantly, "Cheers to that."

I watched on as he hoiked up his hand in a false toast before dropping it weightlessly to his side, dislodging the ash that perched at the end of the cigarette when his hand bounced off his hip.

Mimicking the showy gesture, I dipped my head before I chose to take another long drag, mostly to occupy the silence that enveloped us again more than anything else.

It was then that my mind began to wander. But before I could overthink this entire situation- because, let’s just be honest, I would’ve have to have been fucking barking not to have found this whole ordeal anything other than strange- my head snapped up at a scuffling sound and my eyes instantly tracked the way Healy had all but pounced his way up onto the roof’s ledge.

"You aiming to off yourself, or you simply tempting fate?" I blurted out before I could think better of it, unable to look away. He truly had my full focus now.

He grinned and my jaw ticked as Healy's snazzy boots kicked carelessly at the brickwork that lined the edge of the studio’s building, his soles walking a fine line, prancing along like the three story drop wasn't that much of a threat.

"Fate's far too busy to be fretting with the likes of me, love." He retorted, one hand buried in the jacket he adorned, the other holding his cigarette to his mouth. He paused about a foot away from me and leant forward to peer over the side, causing my poor heart to falter and just about fall out of my arse.

"The hell are you doing!" I snapped, immediately jumping forward to grab at his sleeve before he could tip any further. "You got a fucking death wish, or something?"

Healy only cackled as he rocked back into my tight grip, grinning so widely now. My breath stuttered at the very sound of it, amused but tinged with an edge of mania. And the lazy smile he shot me from over his shoulder after didn’t at all help the way my pulse was now thumping wildly through my veins, the parent in me having sent every nerve-ending into overdrive.

"Or something." He answered, a wily expression dawning.

He did jump down though and once his feet were firmly planted back on the decking, I shoved at his shoulder. "You're a right prick, you know that?"

"Awh, come on. Live a little, Squeaks!"

I shot him a lurid glare, far from amused by the mocking tone he’d taken on or the way he’d poked fun at my name.

"Honestly, what have you got to lose?" Healy went on to say, not paying my reaction any mind at all. I ignored his efforts, but couldn't stop my eyes from following after him when he recklessly returned to the edge, only this time he decidedly took a seat there. "Come on!"

He gestured for me to join him with a jerk of his head and I merely blinked. Stressing over whether or not he was being serious.

Healy’s buoyant grin was fast fading now though, but I wasn’t really too focused on that fact, all I could see as he glanced back at me was how lost he suddenly seemed behind all that bravado. It was hard to notice in truth, but I could see it there, ever so slight, in the hazing shadows casted behind his eyes.

"What, you just gonna leave me here on my lonesome?" He goaded once he'd deemed that I’d had more than enough time to respond, wiggling his brows from across the patio.

I was forced to blink away my tangent of thoughts then as I inhaled a deep breath.

After hesitating for the briefest of seconds, gaze flitting from Healy’s slumped form to the fire escape and then back again, I was sure that I saw his shoulders visibly tense. He’d noticed my uncertainty and had immediately raised those shackles back up, preparing to be let down again.

And for some reason, I found that I didn’t want that. So catching the inside of my cheek between my molars, I finally tossed the butt of my cigarette to one side and ambled over.

Healy smirked, all too pleased with himself as I nervously settled in beside him, leaving only a few centimetres space to separate us.

Not wanting to chance anything, I kept my hands plastered to the wall’s ledge, fingertips digging into the rough brick as I leant forward the tiniest little bit to scrutinise the time it would take my body to ultimately hit the asphalt below, if I so happened to fall.

I knew it was unlikely, but still pressed my lips firmly together, knowing it would likely be entirely Healy’s fault if something were to actually occur.

After a minute or so my heart calmed and I started to observe the way our legs dangled over the edge, side by side, swinging aimlessly above the narrow street way down below. The toes of Healy’s boots only just skimmed the jut of my ankle whenever his heels would hammer against the building’s hard exterior, close but never touching. I counted the beats.

There was a long few minutes of silence that passed between us sitting there, before Healy finally broke it, kicking the remnants of his fag far away and watching as it blurred from view.

"You come up here often then?"

A laugh broke free from me at that and I looked over.

"That a line?" I teased, unable to help myself nor the smirk that had worked its way onto my lips, whilst Healy’s eyes widened involuntarily, clearly not having expected the cheek from me. I decided to leave the ribbing there though, not wanting to push my luck, and smiled softly at him, deciding to give him an honest answer. "But I don't know, really. It depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not I've got shit to do."

He hummed, fingers tapping at his knee. "Important shit?"

I couldn't quite stifle my laughter, "Yeah, important shit. Not all of us can live a lavish life up in Beverly Hills."

Healy pursed his lips at that, "Makes two of us then, fucking hate The Hills."

Surprised, my eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really! It's a right shit show- the whole of fucking California is." Matty scoffed, almost stubbornly whilst shaking his head. I could see how much he meant his words though, even if they did somewhat confuse me.

"Least it's sunny though, right?"

Healy barked out a short laugh, turning his head towards me to meet my gaze head on. From this angle, I could see just how much brighter his eyes grew when he smiled, and wondered if he even realised. If anyone had told him.

"Least it's sunny." He mimicked, sounding all too amused.

I tore my eyes away. "What's so bad about California then, bigshot?"

The volume of Healy's snort actually surprised me but mercifully, I managed to hide the way I flinched before I turned my head back to face him.

"You could ask me anything, anything in the world, but that's what you settle on?"

My mouth drew itself into a pout as I furrowed my brow and shrugged. A little put out. "Always wanted to visit the National Park?"

"Oo, got a proper little adventurer on our hands, have we? California! Home of Venice Beach, Hollywood, and the planet's fittest stars- but all you wanna do is have a quick peek around at a mound of mouldy trees and old mountains?"

Tutting at his jeering, I rolled my eyes and hummed, "I mean, it looks sort of sick, don't it?"

"Sure. If you're going on eighty."

"Fuck off." I chuckled and knocked into Healy’s shoulder, throwing him off balance slightly.

"Oi, don't think I won't push you off this roof!" He warned and a giant grin threatened to overwhelm my face.

"Do it. I'll be sure to take you with me."

"That a threat?"

"It's a promise." I smirked.

"Oh, I don't much like those, Squeaks. You'll have to think of something better." Said Healy, tearing those eyes of his away upon noticing then just how close we'd gotten during the short span we'd spent taunting one another.

I licked my lower lip and watched him for a moment. "What's wrong with a promise?"

"What isn't?" Healy’s eyes looked vacant as they stared hard at the skyscrapers that littered the view. "They’re simply made to be broken, aren't they?" He shrugged, his blank facade quickly returning, that glaze in his eyes fading. "Anyway, why would I take your word upon only hearing you promise? Promises aren't truth, they aren't law. They're simply empty."

There was a long pause before, "Christ, who hurt you?"

My eyes widened upon hearing my own stupid insincerity, always putting my foot in it, and was hasty in the way I immediately opened my ginormous gob to apologise, but Healy’s soft laughter stopped me short.

"Now that's a question, Mouse."

I couldn't really bring myself to reply after hearing the sadness that fuelled his words. Didn't know if I even could. But I couldn't stop my lips from quietly mouthing my own name either, sure that it had been the first time Matty had ever used it.

The studio felt much quieter now without Jamie’s amiable laughter or Healy's all-consuming presence to fill the space. I found myself simply standing in the centre of the room long after they’d departed, half way between the booth and the settee, wondering what to do next.

I didn't have to pick Teddy up from the nursery for another half hour and the journey there would only take me five minutes or so. That meant that I was now somewhat at a standstill and those were rather rare when you had a toddler hanging about.

It had just started lashing it down outside. I could hear the heavy raindrops as they splattered their way across the windowpanes and formed a shallow pond on the skylight a few feet above my head.

It had only started spitting just as Matty and I had re-emerged from our little breakaway. My unfiltered mouth had been the beginning of an untimely end as I hadn't been able to sit there and stomach the silence much longer, having mentally scolded myself enough.

So I'd talked Matty off the ledge (literally) and hummed softly to myself as we’d descended the stairs in a desperate attempt to break up the awkward tension that drenched me. Adi and Jamie had been waiting up for us by the window when we'd returned and Healy's manager had been in a hurry to whisk him away, grinning happily as he said his goodbyes, a mobile pressed to his ear whilst he coerced Healy down the stairs. He went without much bother.

"That went well, I reckon!" Came Adi's voice as she exited the kitchenette, holding another round of tea in her hands and a plate of bourbons too.

She settled herself down onto the sofa and motioned for me to come join her, clicking her tongue whilst her many rings clattered against her ceramic mug. The same one she often favoured.

"Come on, sit down! I want to know the ins and outs of everything you two talked about up there! Twitter's been going positively mad ever since the show went live!"

I sighed but followed the order, taking up a perch on the edge of the settee beside her, enjoying the warmth that blanketed my hands upon being handed my own brew. The heat of it tingling my fingertips.

"It turned out okay then? No one’s started up a riot, or threatened to have my life, have they?"

Adi rolled her eyes good-naturedly in reply, laughing at my melodramatics. "Nah, you're all good, babe. Think a few of 'em actually liked you. Fancy that, hey?"

She winked at me from over the rim of her mug but I merely hummed in return, knowing that Ads didn't miss the underlying scepticism that accompanied it.

"I'm serious, M! Apparently it's been a while since Matty's acted so genuine! Hang on, reckon that’s the right word for it?" She shrugged, answering her own question, and then barrelled on, "Either way, they're already petitioning for us to have him on again. Here just look, I'll show you."

I watched on as Adi tried to balance her scalding hot tea on the knob of her knee whilst she fumbled for her phone. I stilled it just in time before it could start tilting and she grinned up at me in thanks, now brandishing a bright screen. "Aha! Here you are. See there, babe? They adore you!"

With a scrunch of my nose, I leant in closer to peer down at the illuminated text, watching as a stream of tweets continued to flood Adi’s neverending feed. I placed my mug down onto the coffee table not long after and stole the phone from out of the girl's grasp.

M @/user1 15s Lovedlovedloved today's show!! #MouseOnAMic

13 @/user2 23s The smiles?! How cute, he looked like he really enjoyed the interview!

Pol @/user3 29s Missed seeing Adi’s lovely face:(( But I honestly think this was one of the show's best releases!!!

Robber @/user4 37s AHHH what was that??

Bean @/user5 46s Um imma need a minute bc I don't think I've heard Matty talk that much in a while

197die @/user6 51s Why are they so adorable?? My heart!!

AM @/user7 1m Please bring Matty back!! @/petitesouris @/AdelineWells_

"Shit."

Adi cackled whilst I chucked her back her phone, surprised by what I’d read.

"Told you, babe! They seem to love the two of you together."

"Why are they spouting all that crap?"

Adi shrugged, exiting the app with a swipe of her thumb before switching the whole thing off. "Just the internet, ain’t it? Besides... they're not really wrong."

She laughed loudly at whatever expression must have crossed my face then and I huffed to myself, picking up my mug and shuffling over to settle further into the cushions.

"He's so painfully male though, Adi. I mean, you must've seen all the models he hangs about with."

Adi’s eyes lit up at that, looking as though I’d just mentioned that Greggs was currently handing out free sausage rolls on the nearest street corner, I raised a brow.

"Oh, I have, babe. Just didn't realise that you've been keeping tabs on him too!"

Helplessly I spluttered, almost spilling my tea in my rush to sit up. Ads tittered away, so obviously entertained by my reaction.

"I have not!"

Adi hummed sceptically, mug cradled close to her chest now, "Sure, hun, and the sun doesn’t shine out of my arse."

I flicked her arm, "I'm being honest with you- I just had to get a little background information on him for the interview! That's all."

With a slow nod and a shitty attempt to dampen her ever growing grin, Adi replied, "What, so you don't think he's fit then?"

My eyes widened and lips parted at her question.

I couldn’t outright deny that Healy was nice to look at- he fit a certain esthetic, alright? But I also did not want Adi teasing me anymore than she already had. Especially after seeing what all of Matty’s fans had to say about the pair of us online. Was it too late to switch careers?

Besides, it was just a passing fancy sort of thing, and Healy obviously didn’t view me in the same light. That, and I had Teddy to worry about. If anything this was just a fleeting thing, I could admit that at the very least.

"He's-"

"Fit as fuck? Hotter than a rubber ring on a summer's day? Mysterious enough to lure just about any one in?" Adi interrupted, filling in the blanks.

I blinked at her before snorting a laugh, my breath fanning the steam that slipped from my tea.

"I was going to say nice."

"Nice? Nice! Mouse, that boy is not 'nice'! Far from it! Broody and bloody stubborn, those I can get behind! But nice? No. Nice looking, sure- maybe if you were an eighty year old woman complimenting her grandson on his birthday. But not nice."

"That's the second time today I've been compared to an OAP." I acknowledged, frowning at what it might mean.

Adi's eyes snapped over to meet mine, earnest and impenetrable. "I'm bein’ serious here, Mouse."

I rolled my eyes.

She groaned loudly in return. "Come on, just admit it! He's a right looker."

I hung my head against the back of the settee, emitting a heavy sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, alright, he’s fit.”

"I knew it! You so fancy him!"

My head snapped towards her at that and I narrowed my eyes, “I didn’t say that.”

"Didn't need to." Adi beamed all too happily, pulling a knee up to her chest, eyes gleaming. "It's called reading in between the lines, babe!"

"Ads, how- you know what, forget it. I'm not even going to begin to tell you how stupid you just sounded."

Adi harrumphed and waved off my efforts to preserve some of my dignity. "So, what are you going to do about it then? Cross your heart and hope he's down to fuck you sideways?"

I truly couldn’t help the way I grimly spat my tea back into my mug whilst I started to shake with a startled laughter. Adi, the cow, had to pull what was left of my drink away just so that I could wipe at my chin, laughing all the while.

"You're such a twat, you know that?"

Adi only grinned at me from the other end of the sofa and shrugged. "You love me for it."

I couldn't deny that, grinning right back at her. "That I do, my love. Fancy keeping me company whilst I pick up Teddy then?"

Another week dragged by and my days had been nothing short of chaotic, filled with stress, tears, and toddler tantrums.

Teddy had fallen ill on the Wednesday, all snotty nosed and high temperature. I’d had to take the day off work just to pull him out of nursery early when the school had called, leaving Adi to fend for herself for a long while. The little tike had refused to eat or drink the entire time he'd spent recuperating in my bed, and I’d been forced into bargaining with him to simply get him to take his medicine. Who claimed too much tele was bad for you anyway?

Teddy's temperature spiked on Thursday night though and I had struggled to hold back sobs of my own whilst on the phone to my mam, listening to my son shriek and cry in the background as she tried to instruct me on what to do.

But thankfully, things had finally started looking up for us on the Friday afternoon. Teddy had asked for some toast that morning and, although I had been fearful (the sight of sick having been something I’d been forced to get over this past week), the boy had managed to keep it down. And we'd spent that evening together on the sofa, swaddled in a sea of blankets, singing quietly along to The Lion King.

Saturday and Sunday had been a whirlwind. I had spent so much time cooped up in the flat with Teddy that Finn came round Saturday morning to all but shove us out the front door. Ever the angel though, he'd treated us to a greasy fry up down at the local cafe and had even taken Teddy off of my hands for a couple of hours when Adi had texted to ask if I'd be around later on to help out with Monday's show.

Sunday was spent keeping an eye on my rowdy four year old, who had all but bounced back to the image of perfect health- as though the previous few days had been nothing but a bad dream. Humoring Adi and I whilst we’d conjured up new ideas at the studio.

Healy’s management team had emailed about mid week, sharing some statistics and thanking the show for our ‘aid’, but it had all sounded far too condescending for my liking. Then again, most emails tended too and my mood had also been depleting rapidly ever since the segment had aired. So there was that. Adi did get a few minutes spare to email something back for me though, which I appreciated.

Jamie had also taken the time to message too, which had brought a shocked smile to my face. I’d figured that the man must have picked up my number from Adi whilst he'd been visiting, or from someone else on his team. But I’d texted back, wishing him well, not wanting to be impolite.

But the thing is, Jamie hadn’t left it there. Which had been a somewhat welcomed surprise. Throughout the week he'd taken to messaging here and there, asking about the show, my day, taking the time to fill me in on all the good and bad parts of his own. His job seemed more than fucking stressful, but I should've guessed that much, what with him having the pleasure of having to keep up with Healy all day. I'd wondered on more than one occasion how that dynamic typically played out, but never asked.

It was around four on Monday afternoon when I found myself leaving the loft, finally having caught up on most of the crap I’d missed the last week.

Adi had long since departed, having had a commitment to get to. Something to do with helping a mate find the perfect dress for her big day, which was fast approaching, and had abandoned me the first chance she'd got, leaving me to wrap and lock up all on my lonesome.

Teddy was also off with Finn after school today, as he was most afternoons when we had to film for the show. So I’d planned to pick up a takeaway to surprise the two of them with on my way over, then stick around long enough to pester my best mate before he finally grew sick of Teddy and I and sent us on our merry way.

I was just locking up, humming a soft tune that had been stuck in my head all day, when I heard a scuffle sound around the corner. I only looked up once I'd tugged on the handle hard enough to make sure all was well, but was startled to find a familiar face staring back at me.

"Shit. You proper scared me!" I breathed out heavily, a hand coming up to rest over my beating heart whilst my eyes wandered over Matty’s hunched form.

The singer was clad in the same heavy jacket he'd been wearing the last time we'd met, an oversized hoodie and jeans too, as well as a pair of dark sunnies which blended effortlessly into a black beanie that hid his hair from view.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned and could hear the shock that lined my voice as I stepped out onto the pavement to join the singer, who had since propped himself up against the side of my building.

"Was in the area." Was all Matty gave away, but he kicked off of the wall to shove his hands into his trouser pockets when I approached.

"You were in the area and just so happened to end up here?" I asked, bemused. My eyes glanced up and down the narrow backstreet to see if anyone else was mulling about long enough to recognise ‘the singer from that one band’ before they retreated back to him.

Healy tilted his head to one side, "That alright?"

He looked far too nonchalant, as though he had a tendency to drop in at every radio station he'd wound up commandeering over the years, making me feel stupid for not having expected it.

I had to force out a little laugh, unsure on how to reply exactly. "Yeah- I mean, sure. Just, I don't know, I didn't expect to ever see you again."

Healy's mouth quirked ever so slightly to one side at that but he hid it in the way he cocked his chin towards the highstreet a way ahead. "Where you off to?"

"Um," I swallowed, pausing for a moment to tug at my jacket sleeve so that I could take a quick look at my watch. "Well, I've got about an hour before I've got to be somewhere, but nowhere right this minute."

Maybe I was being presumptuous. Bold even. But why else would he be here?

I lifted my head back up and found Healy already watching me, and if the man had noticed the scars that marred my wrist he didn't say anything, simply nodded.

"Got time to grab a coffee then?" He suggested and I, even in my dazed surprise, somehow dipped my head in slight agreement.

"Sure." I answered, albeit a little breathlessly.

We walked together, me just a step ahead as we emerged from the sidestreet which housed the studio. I caught himself waiting for someone else to catch onto the fact that the infamous Matty Healy was walking amongst us commoners. But no one seemed to be any the wiser, Matty's all black get-up allowed him to move about the city almost inconspicuously, letting me shepherd him into a nearby bakery without any fuss at all.

"Why don't you go grab us a table and I'll order?" I found myself saying as we stepped into the shop.

Healy stared at me for a long moment before he finally nodded. Quietly asking for a simple coffee as I wandered over to join the queue.

Joanna's bakery had been around for decades now, or so I’d been told, shacked up between ever changing franchises and fast food chains. It had become a long loved favourite of mine since having moved to London, I'd found it during my time at uni and it had truly been a godsend throughout the first few weeks of having baby Teddy. Joanna's coffee had been the only thing keeping me afloat way back then.

I gave a bright grin when the woman’s greying hair came into view, eyes catching mine from behind a pair of spectacles Teddy, for some odd reason, seemed fascinated by whenever we dropped in.

"Hello, you." The ageing woman greeted me with a sweet smile. "Good to see you're doing well, and how is young Teddy?"

"He's doing fine, thank you, Joa. Just overcame a bout of flu." I informed her, hip checking the wooden counter that housed a row of cabinets. "Been a hectic couple of days."

Joanna's brows lifted and her thin lips pursed in concern as she tucked a tea-towel into her navy apron. "I can only assume so. He's doing well now though, I hope?"

I waved off her unnecessary worry with a fond smile, "Right as rain, racing around without a care in the world today. Me though? I’m still trying to get over it- not that he realises.” I chuckled, “He gave me quite the scare, if I'm being honest."

"Kids tend to do that. But Mouse, my dear, you should have called! I would have had some soup sent over for him."

With an appreciative grin, I thanked her, knowing that there was no falseness in her offer, "I'll remember that for next time, I'm sure Teds would've loved it."

Joanna returned my sentiment with a gentle nod before the sound of the shop's bell rang over the door, announcing another customer. "Well then, what can I get for you, dove?"

I exhaled, glancing up towards the blackboarded menu mostly out of habit, "One regular coffee, please-"

"Isn't it a bit late in the day for coffee? You'll be up all night." Joanna scolded lightly, cutting me off, I couldn't help the soft chuckle I gave. Forever humoured by the women in my life constantly telling me what to do.

"Not for me, Joa, don't you worry." I hurried to assure her before prattling off the rest of my order without another interruption once Joanna had hummed in a quiet understanding.

"Takeaway?" She prompted, but I shook my head, gesturing over my shoulder towards the many tables behind.

"We'll sit in, if that's okay."

Joanna blinked in surprise, obviously not having seen me enter with anybody. "I didn't realise Adeline had come in, I usually hear her."

I gave a peel of laughter at that but was quick to press my lips together. "No, no. No Adi today, I'm with a new friend."

The older woman smiled at me as she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "I see."

My head tilted in confusion at odd her tone but left it be. "Could I also get some of that famous chocolate cake of yours while I'm at it? Two slices, please."

"Of course, I'll have it sent right over."

I grinned and waited until I'd paid and Joanna had turned her back on me before shoving my change into the tip jar.

It was an ongoing thing between us, the first time I'd tried to leave anything behind she'd sent me on my way with an entire tray of carrot cake. I had been more than grateful for the unexpected gift but it didn't take me long before I realised what the older woman had been up to. So I'd taken to sneaking my tips into the jar whenever she wasn't looking. Joanna though, it seemed, had eyes in the back of her head, so she chose to repay this act with a multitude of free treats, often gifted through Teddy so that I was unable to decline.

Picking up the two mugs Joanna set down on the counter, I was then promptly shooed away. So, shaking my head and chuckling softly, I turned without another word said and bypassed a crowd of customers that had since entered the bakery, in search of Matty.

I found him seated at a booth in the very far back, having shucked off his jacket and glasses now that he had his back turned towards the rest of the room. Though he’d kept the beanie, I noted.

Steeling the nerves I felt, I settled the drinks down on the table and smiled apologetically when I saw that Matty had startled at the sound.

"One plain black coffee. Didn't know whether you wanted any sugar or not, so I stashed some sachets away just in case." I laughed before upending a supply of sugar packets from my pocket onto the table.

He simply laughed as he reached out to take two. "Cheers."

I dipped my head and worked on pouring a few splashes of milk into my own brew. I was just stirring when someone approached, almost instantly I found myself grinning at the sight.

"Mouse! My, it's been a while, what ever did we do to deserve such a pleasure?" Cassie greeted me with a delighted smile, settling two small plates onto the table before rounding it to pull me into a hug.

Laughing softly, I wrapped an arm around her neck and enjoyed the way she squeezed me tight, a fixture that accompanied every one of her hugs, before we parted. "Only been a week since you last saw me, Cas. Don't act as though you've missed me."

Cassie gifted me with a wink and beaming grin before she pivoted and turned to catch a glance at my tagalong.

I watched as her eyes widened briefly, obviously not having expected this particular visitor to be staring back at her, but she was professional enough to conceal her shock.

"Well, this is a first." Cassie announced, still smiling away whilst she looked between the two of us sat at the table. "Can't remember the last time you brought us a new visitor, Mouse. You must be special- I'm Cassie, by the way."

Healy's eyes darted between the hand the waitress had extended out and myself. I tried for an encouraging smile but wasn't exactly sure if I’d managed to pull it off or not.

Cassie, as lovely as she was, was definitely a shock to an introvert’s system. I’d learnt that lesson all too quickly. But Healy had handled Adi with ease and she was levels above Cassie, the bright eyed woman standing before us now almost seemed shy in comparison, in truth.

"Matty." He forced out as he took Cas’s hand in his own, "Great to meet you."

He cleared his throat when his palm returned to cradling the inside of his cup and Cassie smiled sweetly at him.

"Good to meet you too, Matty. I hope you enjoy the cake, it's a favourite of M's." She chuckled, nudging the plate closest towards me. "I hear it's all she ever raves about."

I grinned impishly as I picked up my spoon and bit down on a mouthful of chocolate delight. "And it's all I ever will rave about. Nothing compares to Joa’s gâteau."

Cassie rolled her eyes at me but tittered, "I know, I know, we've heard it all before! I'll leave you both to it then, the life of a waitress waits for no one. Hope you enjoy the food though- and again, it was nice to meet you Matty, don't be a stranger."

With that she waltzed off, but not without throwing a gleeful grin over her shoulder that only I was meant to see.

I wrinkled my mouth to keep from reacting outwardly before deciding to focus back on my dessert.

"Sorry about her." I felt the need to murmur, glancing across the table.

Healy shook his head, smiling slightly. "Don't, she seemed nice."

I couldn't help my short laugh, recalling an earlier conversation had with Adi. "Oh she's nice, all right."

Healy didn't comment on my strange reaction, only arched a questioning brow and pulled his cake in closer.

"You know, you pronounced that in perfect French."

"Pronounced what?" I quizzed, already scooping up another spoonful.

"Gâteau." Healy informed, botching the imitation, fingertips poised over the rim of his plate.

"Yeah, and?"

He shook his head again, "Just caught me off guard is all. You speak it then, fluently?"

Tongue in my cheek, I nodded. "Mam's from a tiny village in Alsace."

"Wow. So how'd you end up with that accent then?"

I breathed out an airy laugh, "What's that meant to mean, Manc? Is it too crass for the likes of your wellbred ears?"

Healy's eyes, honest to God, bulged as he fought not to trip over his own tongue in an attempt to mend his minced words.

"No, no, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant. Don't worry." I chuckled, taking pity seeing as I’d already shot back. "I’m only having you on. She met my dad there when he was visiting, but the two of them moved when they married."

"Oh. That's good, I ‘spose. She loved him enough to follow him home."

I hollowed my cheeks and focused my stare on my chocolate smeared spoon.

"Wouldn't put it quite like that, but yeah she loved him. Even after he fucked off."

With a cluck of my tongue, I pushed the cake away and focused instead on my drink.

"I'm sorry."

Frowning for a split second, I forced out a breath and the emotions that had roused back down, then put on a brave face. Determined not to think about it any longer than I had to.

"No, don’t be. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Just, hard to talk about is all." I scratched at the grain etched into the wooden table.

"Nah, I get that." Healy assured with a shrug, "Don't have to apologise for it though, you have a right to your emotions."

For some reason, that reply surprised me and I had to fight back the urge to say whatever was on the tip of my tongue. I merely nodded instead and went back to picking at the cake.

"Fuck. That's good."

My head snapped up at the audible moan that Healy emitted and found the man pulling a chocolate coated silver spoon from his lips.

"What the fuck do they put in this?" He questioned me, eyes wide as he heaped another helping into his mouth.

"No idea." I laughed, watching closely now.

"Whatever it is, it's fucking good."

And with that, the tension was broken. Healy practically inhaled his serving of cake whilst I portioned mine, smiling around every mouthful. We made small talk as we sipped our drinks quietly, ignoring everyone else bustling about the bakery.

It wasn't long before I finally found the balls to ask the question I'd been meaning to ask ever since Matty had shown up outside the studio though.

"So, can I ask why you decided to pay me a visit now? Or, is it all top secret? Like hush hush."

His lips twisted before he replied, "Don't have an actual answer for you. Had a shitty day and ended up storming off, didn't even realise I'd wandered so far from the recording studio until I caught sight of one of the backroads we'd taken to get to your loft the other day.” He shrugged, finger toying with the near empty cup. “Was faced with the choice of finding the nearest pub and getting pissed, or seeing if you were in. It was a toss up."

"And I won?" I found myself asking, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Would seem so."

"Happy I could help, then. The former wouldn't have done you much good."

Healy’s eyes met mine then and his gaze flickered across the length of my face.

I couldn't really place the expression he wore and almost had a small fit when I wondered over whether or not he was looking at my scars, but found that I didn't care much. Which was odd and had me feeling self conscious all over again.

"No, I don't suppose it would've."

It took a second for me to connect the dots, to remember what I’d even said, but when I did I smiled.

Not long after polishing off our drinks, I suggested we take a walk to burn off the cake we’d piled on. But in reality, I had just realised that without the big jacket and sunglasses it was hard to miss the marvel that was Matty Healy sitting in an old Islington bakery.

Matty had been all for the idea and so together we’d exited the bakery, me calling out my goodbyes to Joanna and Cassie when I passed. The older woman’s gaze lingered on Matty’s retreating form but she bid us nothing but a soft nod with her quiet farewell.

We wasted what was left of the hour I had wandering down backroads, just taking in the city and talking between ourselves. I picked up on where Matty had been raised, in a large house in a town just south of Manchester. He hadn’t lingered too long on the topic of his family, either reasoning that I already knew about it or preferring not to, but I was more than happy to tell Matty about my mum. Recalling stories of my youth, of Christmases spent in our tiny cottage, and summers down by the creek.

It was to my own wasted effort, not trying to focus too many of my questions on Matty’s career, because a lot of what surrounded him came from or was to do with being in the limelight. From his friends and social circle, to his everyday life. Matty’s hobby had and always would be music, that much was incredibly clear to me, only he’d just been lucky enough to make a career out of it.

Before long, I realised that our time was finally up and I was left observing the way Matty toed the edge of the curb just outside of the busy train station.

Surprisingly, Matty had wanted to walk me all the way there, just to make sure that I could arrive and board the train with all my limbs still intact. And, to his credit, he’d done exactly that, even with all of my amused reassurance that I’d be fine and did it daily.

But in truth, it was just me being overly concerned about someone recognising who Matty really was and starting a crazed frenzy. In my head all I could see was him disappearing into an ocean of teenage girls that suddenly swarmed him, calling out for help.

I would be well and truly fucked if something were to happen to Matty whilst he was under my watch.

"You know," I began, staring up at the dark haired man before me. Noticing then that Matty, although older, looked an awful lot younger in that very moment. "I am glad you picked me."

He stared back at me, dark shades tucked into the lining of his jacket now. “That so?”

My cheeks bunched as I tried to dim my smile.

"Yeah," I confirmed with a soft chuckle, "Strange as it was at first, I surprisingly enjoyed myself."

"Surprisingly? I'm glad." Matty smiled, a small thing that wrinkled the corners of his eyes as he tugged at his ear. "I did too."

I returned the gesture, chest tightening.

The pavement rumbled beneath our feet then, meaning yet another train had pulled into the station beneath us and the Underground didn't wait around for anyone. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I’d best be on the next one in hopes of making it to Finn's at a decent hour but I was unable to leave Matty just yet.

"You gonna be okay getting home?" I wondered, gaze skirting over the many heads that crowded the street as a dozen other people filed out of the station doors. "I mean, have you got money for a cab or something? Someone to call?"

I flushed when Matty laughed at my unnecessary concern, suddenly embarrassed by the thought of sounding like my mother. I bit back the urge to outwardly cringe.

"I'll be alright, babe. I'll have someone pick me up. Thanks though."

I dipped my head in understanding and then shoved my cold hands deeper into the pockets of my coat, rocking back and forth slightly. "So I'll be seeing you then?"

"Would you want to?"

I blinked, surprised by the question. Or maybe by the way Matty had phrased it.

“What d’you mean? What, did you just figure I'd spend an hour with you, dash off, and then never speak to you again? If it's alright, I actually wouldn't mind keeping in contact. It's not like Jamie doesn't already talk my ear off everyday, so what's adding you into the mix gonna do?"

“Hang on. Jamie? As in my Jamie? Jamie, Jamie? Manager Jamie, he actually messages you?” Matty immediately quizzed and at my mirthful nod, he shook his head in disbelief. “The dickhead!”

"He never mentioned it?" I thought to ask, unable to stifle my growing laughter.

"No he fucking didn't!" Matty replied with his tongue pressed against his top teeth. But his mouth was still curled upwards as he continued to shake his head, and so I took his reaction with a pinch of salt.

"Well, sorry to have been the one to break it to you then."

Matty snorted and lifted his eyes, hazy brown holding my stare. “Nah, it’s fine. Honestly just fucked off he got your number before I even had the chance to ask."

My eyebrows shot upwards, unsure on how to take that. "Um, well. I mean you could still ask?"

The minuscule smile Matty had been wearing switched into a full blown smirk at my stuttered words and I saw the challenge in his stare when he stealthily stepped closer.

"Well then, Squeaks. Would you do me the honour of giving me your number, or you gonna have me beg in front of all these people?"

I huffed a breathy laugh as I pulled my mobile out, handing it over to him without a second thought.

The way his face lit up caught me off balance and I could only watch on whilst Matty rushed to type an assortment of numbers into the device.

“What are you doing?” I suddenly asked, ginning when Matty angled the phone out in front of him.

He paused to glance over, shooting me a mischievous grin, one that had my stomach flipping at the very sight- and shit, if that wasn't a bad sign. But I could only focus on Matty now, on the way his grin changed his entire face, the haughty arrogance he had once carried fading alongside the sharp, sunken lines of his profile. It brought a pretty colour to his cheeks and brightened the shadows that stormed his eyes.

It was hard to look away.

“Need a photo, don’t I?” Matty retorted easily, “How else you gonna know it’s me phoning?”

I was honestly somewhat startled by the sudden difference I saw in Matty then, in the confidence he now held, the very same that appeared in the videos I’d seen of him up on stage. In the good natured teasing and wit he shot out that had me struggling to form a valid response.

“Messaged myself too,” Matty explained, pulling me from my observation. “So all we need now, is a photo of you.”

Sure enough, when I pulled my full focus back to Matty, or on what he was now saying rather, I found him there holding his own phone up towards me.

"Come on, give us a smile then, mardarse." Matty mocked and I scoffed in return, the corners of my mouth twitching at the sound of his accent becoming more prominent.

“God, you’re a right prat.” I rebuked, but it was softened by the mad grin I wore as I knuckled Matty’s elbow. “Fine, go on then, but make sure you get my good side, Healy!”

"But every side is your good side!"

I simply rolled my eyes at the exaggeration then leant in as near as I could to the camera so that it could get a close up of the face I made. Hands still tucked into my pockets and eyes now staring directly into the lens, I pooled my tongue out like a panting dog as I tilted my head to the side.

Matty’s bark of laughter echoed out across the highstreet, loud enough that it had a few heads turning, but no one paid much mind to a man who now had his face buried in his phone, gazing down at the picture he had just snapped.

"Good enough?" I asked, rubbing at my nose and glancing about as the self doubt began to seep in now that the fun was over.

Matty raised his head, and I reckoned that my pulse must have stuttered when I caught a glimpse of his wide eyes and bright smile.

"Perfect."

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paperweight91 · 6 months

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I was told by Krirebr to send you an ask with a CE character and a scenario (https://www.tumblr.com/krirebr/734440334834253824/do-it-send-chelsea-asks-itll-be-fuuunnnnnn?source=share). So:

Jake Jensen + "some creep is following me. Please act like you know me?"

-Zombie

Ahhh I looove this…

So I almost went a completely different direction with this, but I restrained myself…

You stepped out of the high rise building excited to start your weekend. It was finally Friday, and you were going to make the most of your weekend. The only caveat? This feeling you had had all day. Like there was someone watching you.

You quickened your pace as you made your way to the nearest bus stop, which suddenly felt like miles away from your office. Maybe you should stay home instead of going out for drinks with the girls.

You looked over your should as you approached the stop, and that’s when you saw him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and legs that seemed to go on forever. You couldn’t make out much of his face from this distance, since he was wearing a ball cap and sunglasses, but you were sure he was familiar. And he was definitely following you, trying to be discreet, but your guy and your brain knew. This guy was following you.

Changing your mind last minute you decided to duck into a local coffee shop and order an Uber. That way at least this creep wouldn’t be able to follow you home.

As you got in line to order something, you bumped into the man in front of you, “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” It was then a though occurred to you. “Hey I need help, do you think you could do me a favour? I’ll buy you a coffee for you’re trouble.”

The man turned around and you got a good look at him, he was probably around the same height as your creep, but his face had this boyish quality about him that you immediately trusted. He gave you a bashful smile, “For a pretty girl like you, I think I can do that.”

Your face heated at his words. “Some creep is following me. Please act like you know me?”

His face momentarily looked shocked, before you could see his brain shift gears. “I got you.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. While inconspicuously looking towards the door for said creep.

The two of you made small talk as you waited in line to place your orders. You learned his name was Jake “but everyone calls me Jensen.” He worked in IT in the building next to yours, and you both played a ridiculous amount of Call of Duty. By the time the two of you got to the counter to place your order, you had almost completely forgot about your creep, until Jake nudged you and tilted his head back. After you paid you quickly checked and there he was your mystery creeper.

You both waited for your drinks, placed under Jake’s name fore safety, when he said something that caught you off guard, “I think I should at least take you home, to make sure this guy doesn’t follow you.”

You pause as you think about his request. It seems like the safest way to get home, and Jake seems like a nice guy. It wouldn’t be so bad - would it? You shake your head and laugh as you say, “Yeah you know what, you’re probably right.”

“Great! My cars just outside,” With the the grin that spreads across his face you know you’ve made a good decision and follow Jake out to his car. Your mind far away from the creep who was following you.

It’s only when you’re a few blocks away from your building that you realize…you never gave Jake your address.

Welp…that kind of ended up where i had visions of it going…

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #the losers (2010)#chris evans #why am i like this #i love these prompts so much

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multifariousqueer · 1 year

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Feels so Good|Shuri x Reader

Summary: You thought you could party without repercussions but sadly, you were mistaken.

Request: can you please write #128(bend over and spr3@ad your legs) on the prompt list?

Word Count: 0.9k

Pairing: Shuri x black!reader

A/n: When I saw this request I was a bit hesitant to write it but I think it came out good. If you like this one, request some more prompts from the list.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, I MEAN IT'S PURE FILTH, cvm sh@ring, dom!Shuri, drinking, light yelling and angst, sp@nking, nicknames: princess, daddy; return of the vibranium str@p, overstim, heavy explicit language, br@t!reader, d!rty talk, e@ting out, I think that's it

It was like a scene out of Euphoria, you were swinging and grinding on your friends while some song was playing in the background. Shuri had invited you to a nightclub and you brought some of your friends and even bought out the bartender to make you free drinks all night.

What Shuri hadn’t planned for was you dancing on every surface and everyone you knew; your friends hyping you up and dancing with/on you didn’t exactly help Shuri’s case. She was the type to get jealous easily but she’d never show it unless you crossed a line and that you did:

“Heyyy omg it would be so fun to get on a table and dance! C’mon Guys!!!” You shouted, tipsy.

“YESSSS OMG YES” Your friends shouted.

“Not so fast, princess.” Shuri said, grabbing your arm before you could go anywhere.

“Hey let go of me!” You said slightly slurring your words.

“Stop trying to do stupid shit or I’lll take you home and punish you.” Shuri said in your ear.

“What are you going to do?” You said with a smirk.

“Okay that’s it.” Shuri downed the rest of her drink, “lets go”

Shuri grabbed your arm and ushered you out.

“Hey my friends are back in there.” You whined.

“Griot, call an uber big enough for Y/n’s friends.” Shuri spoke

“Yes, princess.” Griot responded, almost like clockwork

Once Shuri got into the car with you, she gave you a look that could kill you. You gulped and stayed silent for the rest of the ride.

When you got back to the palace, Shuri cornered you.

“Y/n, what the fuck was that?” She said, angrily. “I mean I invite YOU to a nightclub, not your friends but I let that slide; I let you dance like a slut with your friends that I barely know and I fucking bought you drinks for the entire night and THIS is how you repay me?” Shuri said, leaning in and getting in your face.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you so much.” You said, sobering up a bit.

“Well it did. AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOU TAUNTED ME WHEN I WAS TRYING TO HANDLE THE SITUATION AS DELICATELY AS POSSIBLE.” She yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You said. You felt about 2 inches tall right now. You knew you guys had a height difference but now it feels so apparent.

“You’re gonna be sorry in the morning.” Shuri said.

“Wha-” You started.

“Someone needs to put this pussy in its place. Bend over and spread your legs,” Shuri ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” You complied. You knew you were in no position to argue back.

Shuri smacked your ass.

“You’re walking a thin line Y/n you know that, right?” Shuri asked, kneading your ass.

You were a bit caught off guard.

“Um, yes.” You answered, a bit confused.

Shuri delivered another harsh smack to your ass. You felt your juices pooling but Shuri had discarded your panties when she bent you over.

“You know what to call me and don’t make me have to extend your punishment.” Shuri said

“Sorry, daddy.” You said.

“Good girl. See you’re not just a dumb slut.” Shuri said mockingly.

Even though you knew it wasn’t sincere, it still made you feel happy.

Shuri delivered one last smack before getting on her knees and licking a stripe up your folds. She circled her tongue around your clit before putting it inside your soaked hole.

“Ahhh Shuri, that feels so good.” You said, instantly realizing your mistake.

“That’s it,” She said.

Shuri got up and grabbed her new prototype of a strap. It was huge and looked like it wouldn’t fit.

“Looks like someone needs a harsher form of punishment.” Shuri said.

“Please daddy, I’ll be good I promise” You pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up and bend over like I told you.” She instructed.

You did as you were told.

“You spoiled little fucking brat. Maybe this will teach you to have some respect.” She said, rubbing the cold metal against your folds and over your clit. You flinched but were quickly shut down by a harsh smack to your ass.

Shuri pushed the strap in and moaned. She programmed it so that it would make her feel the same sensation it was making you feel. You’ve never felt something so big inside of something so small. You moaned as Shuri pushed the strap in and out of you. You felt yourself gripping the strap everytime she pulled out of you.

“You’re so wet and tight, sthandwa.” Shuri said, eyes rolled back in her head and head thrown back.

You moaned and just as the pain seemed to go away, the pleasure came in tenfold. The toy started vibrating inside of you.

“D-Daddy I’m gonna cum.” You moaned

“Mmmmm cum for daddy, princess.” Shuri said, barely above a whisper.

You came and Shuri followed suit. The waves of pleasure seemed to never stop washing over you. You felt something run down your leg:

“I programmed it so that my juices would come out in you. Shuri explained.

“Mmmmm it feels so good.” You said

You felt Shuri spin you around.

“That was really good.” You said, groggily.

“Yeah it was. I hope you're ready for round two.” Shuri smirked.

Your eyes widened at the comment.

“What?” You said.

“I told you you were getting punished.” Shuri whispered.

Shuri picked you up and whisked you away to the bedroom.

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w1shes43 · 1 year

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Forbidden Proximity

- (TMR) Newt x reader

Summary: Takes place in "The Fever Code", before an examination test, you meet the beloved Newt. After meeting him, things start to be different and someone warned you to watch your proximity. But you think you're doing just the opposite.

Taglist: @heliads

A/N: AHHH, IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!! This fic took me so long. Motivation came and left like 1000 times. Sorry about that, and here it is!! Also, let's just imagine that newt is not like a minor here and is his movie age ;_; The ending is a bit rushed as I just wanted to get this fic finished tbh.

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Wake up, examinations and tests, eat food, maybe add a hint of some learning and then sleep. And it's repeating the same routine every day, over and over again. It's been like this for you ever since you got taken in this facility called W.I.C.K.E.D. They're not so harsh towards you but you saw and heard from others of what they can be like when they're angry so you usually do what you're told to be on their good side.

But life in this facility is very repetitive and dull so you always opt to do something fun once in a while, being extremely discreet of course. Whether it's going to see your friends in their rooms during night or sneaking to catch a look at the other group, Group A. You have to admit you don't know why you all have to be separated into different groups, maybe they don't want certain people interacting with each other? You found the question lingering in your mind for a while, so you plan to ask at your next examination, which is tomorrow, that very question.

You sat on your bed, waiting in your room for Dr. Paige to do some tests on you, observing around your room trying to pass time. You always seem to land on the clock. Time ticking like usual, you wondered how the clock can be so perfectly timed to the real time, but then again just another question to add to your pile.

"Questions and questions" you sighed, looking down at your feet, swinging them back and forth. You realised you were getting taller which makes you glad because Harriet used to tease you about your height, saying how you won't be able to reach anything. Guess you could prove her wrong now, you slightly chuckled at that.

The door opens and you look up thinking you were going to see Dr. Paige but instead a tall lady with round glasses. She had a firm look on her face as she approached you,

"Y/N, Dr. Paige is quite busy for a while so she won't be able to do your test right now."

She stated, looking at her clipboard which had some files on it, "She will do your examination in about half an hour. Please come with me to another test room."

You nodded as you got up from the bed to follow her out the door. She shut the door and you walked beside her as she brought you to the elevator and pressed a few buttons, you waited for about a minute and the doors opened to the 2nd floor. She ushered you to walk beside her as you looked around the 2nd floor, you've only been here once before and that was the first time you got examined.

You followed her into the first room on your right, and she told you to sit down and that she would inform you when Dr. Paige was here. As she left, you looked around the room and noticed that there was a blonde haired boy on the other side of the room, he had his head in his hands and he seemed to be the same age as you. You assumed both of you were here for tests.

You walked over to him and sat down on the empty chair beside him, the sound of the chair made him look up and he met your eyes.

"Oh hello there." The blonde smiled, you noticed he sounded a bit different, he definitely had an accent, not that you minded though it sounded nice. "You here for an examination too?"

You nodded and smiled back, "Yeah I am, how long have you been waiting here?" You asked, curious to talk to this boy.

"Probably been waiting for about 10 minutes?" He said, stretching his arms "I'm not really counting the time to be honest with ya, just waiting for this to be done and over with. So I can go and hang with my mates."

You raised an eyebrow, "Mates? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean my friends," he laughed, but then leaned in to whisper "We all usually hang out after our tests, obviously wicked doesn't know that, so keep it a secret for me and you could join us too." The blonde boy winked as he whispered the last part.

You chuckled, a corner of your lips developing a small smile. "Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me. And I didn't catch your name?"

"Name's Newt, pleased to meet you.. ?"

His sentence trailing off at the end in hopes of getting your name.

But before you could answer his last statement, the door swung open and you were greeted by two people, Dr. Paige and the other lady from earlier. They looked at the both of you and nodded to you, Dr. Paige calling your name as she was about to take your examination.

You nodded back to her and stood up from your chair, turning to Newt before you approached them, "Y/N. Pleased to meet you too." You smiled and waved at him as you followed behind Dr. Paige.

Your walk back to your room was silent, you usually would talk to Dr. Paige about a lot of things, how you were doing with learning and food or something along the lines of vital sign check ups. But this time you were silent, smiling to yourself as you thought about your encounter with the blonde boy, Newt was his name. Well not his actual name, as you knew they gave everyone different names but you thought it suited him, it was an oddly interesting name. To be honest you thought he was pretty cute too, you haven't talked to a boy your age since forever, before you even came to this place.

Smiling away to yourself must have caught Dr. Paige's attention as she talked to you as you both turned the hallway, heading to your room.

"Something on your mind Y/N? You look rather happy there." She spoke as she opened the door to your room, holding the door open so you could walk inside.

As you entered the room you sat on your bed, nodding to Dr. Paige's last statement.

She took a seat in front of you and got ready the equipment for your tests.

"Yeah I would say so, although I have a weird feeling in my stomach when I think about this certain … thing." You admitted, looking down at your feet and watching them swing back and forth again.

"Weird feeling in your stomach about a certain topic you say? Is this very recent or has this been happening for a while?" As she questioned you, she got ready the syringe for your injection and you took that as a sign to roll up your sleeve on your left arm.

"Quite recent. Actually right before you came to the room on the second floor."

She stopped and gave you a look.

"It's about Newt isn't it? That boy you met there?" She asked and her thoughts were confirmed when you looked at her and nodded. She sighed, "Y/N, that weird feeling you are talking about is called attraction or well starting out as a liking. We are specifically trying to prevent this though, it might interfere with your progress in tests. So please try not to think about him or even try to see him for that matter."

Dr. Paige had this firm look on her face, the one you heard about when Wicked employees got angry, you definitely didn't want to aggravate her even more but you still had to ask one more question, a very risky one considering the topic of the conversation.

"Dr. Paige, why do we have different groups, like why do you have to separate all of us?"

You looked at her eager for her answer as it could explain things. But she just pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out an annoyed sigh and with a sharp tone dodged your question.

"Y/N, enough questions. Remember you are here for one reason and that's to save the world. Everything we do is for your own good, be grateful you are even alive after what's going on out there." She snapped and looked you dead in the eyes.

Your eyes widened, you were stunned, Dr. Paige never raised her voice at you before. What was so wrong about the question you asked? You just wanted to understand their ways of running things, surely that's not a bad question but you assumed it was since she yelled at you.

She swiftly injected the needle into your arm, taking a blood sample for your test. And quickly put it into a plastic bag and sealed it inside another bag.

She turned around and headed for the door,

"I'll have some food delivered to your room so no need to go to the cafeteria for lunch. Remember Y/N, you're here to save the world, not question how things are."

And without another spoken word, she left and closed the door to your room.

You just stared at the closed door, pondering on what she said. You've always heard those words before 'Save the world.' How though? And wouldn't it be easier to save the world if we understood what's going on inside and outside? You scrunch your hair in annoyance and lay your head in your hands and thought for a bit.

You know what?

You were going to see Newt again.

But you have to think of a discreet way to meet up with him. How in the world are you even going to find him?

You could try and go back to that waiting room you were in earlier but chances are he's already gone and done his examination.

You usually catch a look at Group A, but that's through the vents and you don't really know your way around there as well as Harriet or someone else in your group.

As you try to think of ways to find him, your thoughts are interrupted when someone knocks on your door, it opens and it is one of your great friends, Harriet. You both smile and run for a hug, "How did your examination go?" Harriet asked, pulling away from the hug.

"I don't know what to think, I just hope I haven't angered Dr. Paige. But before the examination I was in a room and there was a boy there." You explained the whole thing, from meeting the boy Newt and to asking Dr. Paige about the 2 groups.

And this conversation led to Harriet coming up with a plan to sneak you into one of Group A's testing rooms in hopes of finding and meeting someone from the other group, or even better Newt.

She would start off by going to get some "lunch" and while doing that she would distract the guards so you could sneak into Group A's testing rooms. But you had to watch out for other employees that might leave the rooms and also cameras. But you would check every room and see if Newt is there.

Hiding behind corners and dodging employees wasn't easy, you were suprised that you even got this far. You looked around, no one. The employees may have taken a break or something, not that you minded, it made this a whole lot easier for you, less hiding.

...

"Well, hello there." A voice from behind you spoke. You jumped at the sudden sound, swiftly turning to see who had spoken and you had hoped that it wasn't Dr. Paige or any of the employees for that matter.

To your suprise, you were met with honey brown eyes, the same eyes of the boy you were looking for. At least you didn't have to look too far to find him.

"I thought I'd see you again, just didn't expect it to be so soon?" He raised a brow, inspecting you. But before he could ask any further questions, you pulled him into a nearby room.

"Okay before you ask anything, I need to make sure this room is safe before we get caught being somewhere we're not supposed to be." You explained, closing the door quickly and glancing around the room.

"Technically, you're not supposed to be here, but here we are." He smirked while you just rolled your eyes, he continued, "I mean, I'm not complaining and I think this room will be perfectly safe, considering that it's my room." He chuckled, and when you turned around with wide eyes, he just smiled.

"Well," you started, "I thought about your offer to join you and your friends and I gladly will." You smiled softly, but your smile grew even wider when you saw how the boy in front of you had a slight red face with another smile.

"You did all that effort to tell me this? You seem very dedicated Y/N."

Oh, you have no idea, you thought.

You spent what felt like hours with him, laughing along and chatting about anything under the sun. Even hearing a bit of his past but you didn't want to pry too much into it.

Your first meeting with Group A went quite well you would think, you quickly made friends with most them of them and even if Gally and Minho were quite skeptical of you at first, they warmed up to you eventually and even shared a couple of their jokes with you.

But as quickly as you made friends with them, the quicker your relationship with Newt grew to be stronger and you had hoped, he felt the same as you. Days turn into weeks and your time spent with him made your whole life better even if you weren't supposed to be of close proximity to him.

But as good things come, they always have to go. You found yourself running through the long bright lit corridors of the wicked facility.

Hoping to get there in time.

Hoping to get that one last chance.

Hoping you weren't too late.

With tear filled eyes, you start remembering the one memory you hoped would never leave you - Newt's confession.

One day, he pulled you aside when you were about to sneak out to go see all your friends.

He softly took your hands and placed them in his own.

"Um.. I don't know if you felt the same, but it did take me a while to realise it wasn't just some weird feeling I had about you, you made me feel like I could trust you, I felt..."

He scrunched his eyes in search of the right words to tell you, "Comfortable around you and safe, mainly safe. My point being, I like you. A lot, in fact, I can't really fathom why my brain works that way, but I hope you understand what I mean." His hope filled eyes begged you, not moving his worried scene that danced around his face.

You thought it was adorable and were quick to calm his worrying thoughts.

"Yes, I understand what you mean," you said with a laugh. "I feel the same way Newt."

How did wicked find out? But then again, they always are monitoring you. They always find out, or maybe they always knew.

Maybe you should have seen this coming.

But nothing always goes your way, you were aware of the Maze, they started sending your friends into one, a few weeks ago.

You were quickly made aware by some of your friends that they were going to send Newt into one. And not at the usual time he was supposed to go in. He was supposed to go a few weeks after.

You ran to the one place you knew you would find him before it would be too late. The hideout.

When you entered, you found him pacing around the room. He heard your footsteps and looked up and locked his dark eyes with you.

Just by looking at him, without even saying anything, you knew what he was thinking, and you wanted to save him from all this.

"Don't leave, why can't you just stay here?" You pleaded with him, grabbing his hands to curl them up into yours. "We could leave, run away right now, or even -"

He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you like you're his source of life. You went silent and returned the hug. It was quiet for a good while, and you felt as if the white noise could swallow you both whole until Newt spoke.

"I want you to know that even if I die, or something happens and I might never see you again," his breath hitched in his throat, eyes dreading even the thought of it, "Nothing would ever make me forget you. I would go to the ends of the earth just to do this all over again if it meant being by your side, being here with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Tears that have flowed down his cheeks have now dripped onto the cold floor. The same room, same building that you first met, the sweet hearted boy. Even if you didn't know what would happen next, you knew for certain you loved him.

You knew you were never meant to be near him in the first place, but you did just the opposite.

"I'll love you forever and always."

He wiped the oncoming tears from your eyes with his thumb and smiled. You wish you could just capture this moment and stay with him forever.

The doors opened, and your warm hands quickly became cold as the warmth from him slowly drifted away from you.

#newt #newt x reader #newt imagines #maze runner #maze runner imagine #maze runner x reader #maze runner imagines #maze runner newt #maze runner newt imagines #maze runner newt x reader #maze runner newt imagine #wicked #the fever code

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equallyshaw · 6 months

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#1 fan | matthew knies

knies x oc ko s.media edit

youtuber cody ko's younger oc sister

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@nadiako: so uhh..i beat the boys??

204k likes, 17.8k comments.

tags: codyko, jeffwittek, matthewknies and Kelseykreppel

@jeffwittek: the fact that your little legs beat us all...is crazy

@nadiako: Jeff can never go a day without making fun of my height

@caseynystatt: congrats nadia!!! cant wait to do it again next year !

@nadiako: thanks casey! see you on the track!

@mitchmarner: dub season

@nadiako: 🐕

@maxdomi: she's got that dog in her

@tessavirtue: ahhh congrats gf!!!

@nadiako: 🫶🏻

@aryntavares: congrats nadia!! see you soon x

@nadiako: thankyou aryn!!!!

@matthewknies: so proud of babe, you killed it

@nadiako: had the best support group cheering me on🤍

@91jtavares: way to go nadia!!!

@nadiako: thankyou adoptive father!

@austonmatthews34: forgot to turn your swagger off ig

@codyko: sounds about right

@nadiako: 🤪

@colbybrock: damn canada

@nadiako: 🦅

@tanamongeau: thankyou for beating jeff

@nadiako: 🫡 anything for queen tana

@jeffwittek: your barber guest appearances have bene revoked - the two of you

@matthewknies: are mine?

@jeffwittek: nah you are always welcome unlike those two

@nadiako: thats fine ill just go on uncancelled 🙂

@_megan_turner: QUEEN

@nadiako: takes one to know one!

@nadiako: few days home to see the boyssss

tags: torontomapleleafs, codyko and matthewknies

@matthewknies: wrong jersey @codyko

@codyko: sorry bro, gotta rep the superior american

@austonmatthews34: 😌

@kelseykreppel: so glad I got to try some poutine !!!

@nadiako: the only reason you came to canada

@nadiasbff: so glad I could represent from afar!!!

@nadiako: la group was poppin off!

@torontomapleleafs: when are we getting cody to practice??

@codyko: ill be there tomorrow 🫡

@nadiako: I wouldnt let him near 500 feet away from the rink

@matthewknies: his defensive skills need some work..

@mitchmarner: @morganrielly: come get your new d partner

@stephlachance: so good seeing you girlie! cant wait for la (:

@nadiako: me too !

@Audreyholl: the Cartier sunglasses 🤌🏻

@nadiako: I can thank @codyko for my lifestyle

@codyko: my bank account begs to differ

@williamnylander: the drip 😎

@nadiako: 😚

@matthewknies: tor > nyc > tor in 24 hours for my girl

@nadiako: my # 1 fan 🥺

@kelseykreppel: I thought i was your #1 fan 😔

@codyko: dont make the pregnant lady upset nads😠

@nadiako: my fav supporter🫶🏻

@mitchmarner: get that p whitney ready

@nadiako: no. remember what happened last time??

@stephlachance: hahahahahhaha

@logancooley: way to fuckin go ko!

@nadiako: 😆

@brockfaber: W

@nadiako: only thing i know

@codyko: humble king

@matthewknies: we've gone 0 days without any foolery

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hope you guys enjoyed! pls like and reblog if you did!!

#matthew knies #matthews knies x oc #matthew knies blurb #matthew knies imagine #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews #mitch marner #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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creative-kny-fics · 10 months

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No pressure so don't worry about trying to finish this asap and ofc feel free to decline this if you want 😊

Could you do Ler makomo and Lee giyuu + sabito? I can't really find any fics with her so I'd love if you could do this

Yeah!! I was just talking about it with @mystwrites and we loved the idea! So, I also give him/her credit for some dialogues and ideas!

Ler: Makomo

Lees: Sabito and Giyuu Tomioka

'Oi Giyuu! Have you seen Makomo?! I cant find her!'

'I'm here Sabito'

'Where?! Giyuu can you see her?! I think she's too small to see!', yep, another normal day for this trio of friends, Sabito making fun of Makomo's height and Giyuu just worrying because she knows that at some point Makomo will explode.

'Sabito! I'm not that little, you know?!' 'I hear her but I don't see her! Oh look! Here you are!', Sabito looked at the floor as if he were looking at an ant, Makomo wasn't that small but Sabito loved teasing her.

'It's not funny!!'

'Yes it is, don't you think so Giyuu?'

'Well, Makomo is a bit small but not that much Sabito', Makomo puffed out her cheeks and ran away, Giyuu looked at Sabito and denied.

'This time I think she got angry' 'Oh, leave her alone. It will go away. Ants have short-term memory', Sabito laughed and Giyuu looked at him incredulously, he didn't think that Sabito could be so serious but at the same time so immature

It could be said that the day passed normally. Until the next morning, Sabito woke up not because of the beautiful singing of the birds, but because of a weight on his legs.

'What the hell?! Who-?! Makomo?!'

'Good morning... Sabito...'

Makomo's tone of voice was different, Sabito had heard that tone before and nothing good happened when he did.

'W-Wait Makomo! You know I was just playing! Besides, Giyuu is also responsible!'

'Giyuu is just a baby! Leave him alone! You are the one that annoys me the most. Giyuu only did it because you asked him to. I think it's time to teach you a good lesson'

Makomo cracked his knuckles as he turned to Sabito's feet. 'MAKOMO! WAIT!'

'Wait? Of course not! You don't wait to make your jokes, so I won't wait to make you scream. Today I will give you something funny that you can really laugh at'

'*yawn* ahhh~ I slept well. And you-? Huh?', Giyuu looked to his side but there was no one, maybe Sabito would have gotten up early and gone to train or for a walk.

'Hey? Sabito? Makomo? How strange, I hear a-' 'AHHHHH!!', Giyuu got up awkwardly and ran to the scream, Sabito had been attacked?

Yep, by a young lady named Makomo He did not expect to see what he saw. Sabito, he was turned into a burrito(?, he was trapped in a sheet while Makomo mercilessly attacked his feet. "Poor Sabito...", Giyuu thought, "...but I warned him"

'Oh good morning Giyuu!' 'Good morning... Hey, what happened?'

'Nothing! I just turned our friend Sabito into Sabirrito!', Giyuu didn't understand, "Sabirrito"?

Wait, Sabito, burrito... Ohhh. Giyuu covered him mouth, trying not to laugh, but he really wanted to, it was something you didn't see every day.

'TOHOHOMIOHOKA!!! HEEELP!! GEHEHET HEHEHER-!!! NGH!!! WAHAHAIT!! SORRY!!' 'What's up Sabito? Don't you love to laugh? This is a joke that we should laugh at. Right Giyuu?', Giyuu couldn't take it anymore and laughed out loud with her face covered, apologizing to Sabito for that.

Don't apologize Giyuu, it's funny

'Ohhh, I just remembered! Hey Sabito, do you know who besides me, are also 'little'?'

'I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW!!'

'These little piggies~', Sabito yelled and pleaded, it was already humiliating, but playing that damn game was worse.

'MAKOMO! I BEG YOU!! DON'T!!', believe me, Sabito was on the verge of tears, he begged Makomo with his eyes.

Well, he was sorry, besides, Makomo still had to take revenge on Giyuu, so he gave him a little breather-

'Giyuu~', Giyuu stopped laughing when he felt a weight on his legs, ow-. 'Y-you're not going to tie me up, are you?'

'What?! Not at all! You like being tickled, don't you?' Giyuu's face turned red and he looked away in embarrassment, Makomo smiled. 'Awww~ how cute~! What's up Giyuu? Look to you! You are a baby! So beautiful! So embarrassed!'

'Mahahakomo! Mhmhm! Dohohon't' 'Why wouldn't I?! You're so cute! I can't help it!', Makomo only moved up from his sides to his upper ribs, but it was enough to turn Giyuu's giggles into almost screams-

'GYAAAA! MAKOMO! PLEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IT!!' '*chuckle* ok ok...', Makomo let go and stroked his hair.

'How cute you are Giyuu~'

'I'm nohohot-'

'Yes you are! You are a big baby and a very crybaby! Now... Makomo!! Let go of meeee!!'

'Hey Giyuu, don't you want a little revenge? I mean, Sabito always keeps yelling at you, well, that's true-

'Hmmm... Well, you have to take advantage of life's opportunities, right?'

'What about Sabito?' 'He had a different lesson, Urokodaki- Sensei'

'And with Giyuu?' 'It's a baby, isn't it?'

'I'm not-' 'Yes, a very big and adorable baby', well Giyuu, that's life, for them you will always be a baby-

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #lee!giyuu #lee!sabito #ler!makomo #fox trio #i'm sorry sabito-

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 10 months

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heeeyyy :] lemme get a matchup!

i'm about 5'3 1/2, i'm a trans guy, and i have short black hair right now, doesn't go past my shoulders or chin. i'm a bit on the chubbier side, but not much i don't think?

if i get a good vibe from you, im gonna spark up a conversation with you and run my mouth off. i never stop talking about the 2000's and music! my special interests are the 2000's + music in general. i collect nostalgic things, like old toys! i'm a big ol wuss when it comes to confrontation, and it scares me. i got a bit of social anxiety as well when it comes to people that look/feel intimidating. my favorite color is blue, and i love to dye my hair a bunch of fun colors!

i hope this gives you enough info! if you need more, feel free to ask me:))

oh my gosh ur so cool

i would match you up with ranboo!!

i feel like your height difference would them would be SO SO FUNNY since ran is a fucking giant

you guys could have like conversations abt the most random things

like for hours even maybe

like if you guys ever stream together you could probably get distracted for like 20 minutes talking about something very off topic and then snap back into reality and chats like "wtf" in a GOOD WAY THO cause they find it cute

you guys would also especially talk about music

ranboo has an amazing music taste (judged off by his spotify, go check it out!!) and i bet you do too

just talking about ranboo new music that came out or songs that are just sticking out to yall

making playlists with eachother INSPIRED BY EACHOTHER

AHHH SO CUTE THE BRAINROT *screams*

taking pictures of eachother randomly

"why'd you take a picture of me...?"

"for a spotify playlist!! :D"

ALSO IDK IF YOU KNOW BUT RANS FAVE COLOR IS ALSO BLUE

i believe its like royal blue or something

im pretty sure he said something like "the shade of blue that pops up when you search 'blue'" or along the lines of that

YOU GUYS RANDOMLY GETTING BLUE THINGS FOR EACHOTHER

also ran helping you dye your hair or helping you pick out what you should dye it next!!

i loved writing this omg 😭

#mcyt fanfic writer #mcyt #dream smp #fanfiction #mcytblr #requests open #ranboo #ranboo x reader #matchups #x reader

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dia-souls · 1 year

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Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Chapter 12 ]

⚠️ This chapter includes violence and Yandere themes and its not suitable for sensitive people. Read it at your own risk. ⚠️

~Chapter 12 : Painful Punishment~

Betrayal was always like a big knife in his dark heart. He was afraid of betrayal. He was afraid of trusting to others . He was afraid of love. That's why he avoided love. But he fell in the trap of love. The love that a beautiful and heavenly girl gave him as a gift, but now that girl was in the arms of another boy.

Ruki is afraid of love. Because he had always seen betrayal from love. Not loyalty and kindness. His mother loved him. But she left him. Now it happened again, the girl whom Ruki loves is standing next to another boy and kissing him. Ruki relives all his pain. The lock of his dark heart that was being opened has now become stronger and it is not going to be opened easily with this incident.

_Ruki looks at Yui and Riko with angry eyes. As if he can kill both of them right here.

Ruki: I knew. I knew I shouldn't trust you. Unworthy girl.

Yui: Ruki-kun, wait. you are making a mistake. The case is not as you think.

Ruki: Shut up. Insolent woman. Do not dare to call my name again with your dirty mouth.

Riko: Oh you. Don't talk to her like that.

Ruki: Ahhhhhh. I see. So you are the boy for whom this undeserving girl betrayed me.

_Ruki approaches Riko with fast steps and holds his collar tightly and lifts him from the ground with his collar due to the height difference.

Riko: What are you doing? I can't breathe....

Ruki: You took her from me. I will take your life from you too.

_Ruki punches Riko in the stomach.

*Thud Thud*

Riko: Aaaghhh..... kuh.....stop ....

Yui: Please stop. Enough, please.

_Ruki beats Riko again.

*Thud Thud*

Yui: Stop it. He is innocent. Please let him go.

_Ruki releases Riko's collar and Riko falls on the ground while his face is full of blood and tries to breathe.

Riko: Ha.... ha..... what is your problem...? Hah......

Ruki: Now I will tell you what my problem is.

_Ruki goes towards Yui and Yui takes a few steps back out of fear to avoid Ruki, but Ruki quickly reaches her and holds her wrist tightly and squeezes her wrist.

Yui: Ahhh. Stop. It hurts.

Riko: Stop it.

_Ruki removes the emerald sun necklace from Yui's necklace and looks at it.

Ruki: This is his gift, isn't it? stupid woman I can't believe you betrayed me because of a stupid gift.

_Ruki throws the stone under his feet and crushes it with his shoe until the stone breaks.

Yui: Stop it. you are hurting me I said it is not as you think. Please listen to me Ruki-kun.....

*smack*

_Yui's speech is interrupted by Ruki's hard slap on her face. A tear drops from Yui's eye and her cheek turns red from Ruki's slap.

Ruki: I said, don't call my name with your dirty mouth, insolent woman.

Riko: ......! You shit, stop it.....

_Riko writhes in pain.

Ruki: You better thank me for not killing you. And you...

_Ruki glares at Yui again.

Ruki: You betrayed me and I will make you pay for it.

_Ruki grabs Yui's wrist tighter than before and takes her with him.

Riko: (Yui-san......I will help you...I promise...)

*TIMESKIP*

_Ruki takes Yui to the dungeon. He opens the dungeon door and pushes Yui into the dungeon, causing Yui to fall hard.

Yui: Ahhh...please.....*Sob*..... listen to me.....*Sniff*....You....You....You got a misunderstanding. ...*Sob*....

Ruki: You are right.

Yui: .....!

Ruki: You are right, I had a misunderstanding. I was a fool to think that love is real and I let my guard down in front of you very easily.

Yui: Ruki-kun...please listen to me...

_Before Yui can finish her words, Ruki bites Yui's neck so hard that it becomes difficult for Yui to breathe.

Yui: Ahhhhhh...it hurts...

Ruki: ....Mmmm....

*slurp* *slurp*

Ruki: Shut up. If one word comes out of your mouth, then I will give you twice as much pain.

Yui: Ahhh...

Ruki: This is just the beginning. Be ready. I want to take you to a real hell. I will make you never forget this pain.

_Yui trembles with fear.

Ruki: Give me your hand.

_Yui gives her hand to Ruki. Ruki squeezes Yui's hand tightly, which causes Yui to curl up in pain.

Yui: Oh...

Ruki: Let me show you what will happen if you betray me. I was very stupid to trust you and be kind to you. I should have treated you like a prey from the beginning. This is what you deserve livestock......

_Ruki bites Yui's finger. Ruki's teeth pierce Yui's tender skin, which makes Yui cry.

Yui: ....ahhhhhh....*sob*.....

Ruki: This is not enough. Is it? Fingers have bones close to the skin, and the tip of the finger is very sensitive. That's why it hurts so much.

Ruki bites all of Yui's fingers. One after another. Yui can no longer bear this pain. She is firmly stuck in Ruki's arms and no matter how much she struggles to escape, it is useless. Her whole body hurts, but her heart hurts the most.

Ruki's look is not as kind as before. Ruki's hug is not as warm and comforting as before. Desperately, Yui punches Ruki's chest with her small hands to find a way to save herself, but her low strength is of no help against Ruki.

_Ruki, who is tired of Yui's stupid efforts, holds her hair with his hand and pulls her tightly.

Ruki: Stop it, you fool. It means you don't understand. You can't resist me. Trying is useless, so give up.

_Yui loses her body strength. Ruki lets go of Yui's hair and gets up off the floor. While smiling from above, he looks down at Yui's corpse covered in blood, who falls on the ground in despair and cries.

Ruki: Haha... this view is very beautiful.

Yui: (How cruel... he is becoming the same as before... like when I met him for the first time...)

Ruki: But these are still not enough. I want to make you cry forever. I want to make you a scary memory as hell.

Yui: .....!

Ruki: Get up and go stand next to the wall.

_With the little strength left for her, she tries to get up from the ground and stumbles towards the wall and stands.

Ruki: You are really disappointing. I haven't done anything yet and you are so weak. This is disgusting.

Yui: (He hasn't done anything yet????!!!!!)

_Ruki walks over to the table and picks up a whip and walks towards Yui with an evil look and a menacing grin.

Ruki: Hmmm... don't give me that pitiful look. I am not going to pity you. With this whip I will engrave all the signs of your sin on your body so that you will always remember what a shameful woman you are.

Yui: ....!

Ruki: Be quick. Raise your skirt.

_Fearful of further punishment, Yui obeys Ruki, holding her skirt with her small, trembling hands to reveal more skin from her legs to Ruki.

Ruki: Listen well. I don't want a single word to come out of your mouth. If you object, I will add ten lashes to the punishment.

*smack*

Yui: Ahhhhhh.....

Ruki: Be quick. Count. You have to reach one hundred.

Yui: (Oh my God... ONE HUNDRED ???????)

*smack*

Yui: Aaaahhhhhhh..... one...

*smack*

Yui: ....... Aaaaaaaagghhhh....Two....

*smack*

Yui: Three...

_While looking at Yui with an evil grin, Ruki cracks her tender skin with a cruel whip.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ahhhh... *Sob*.... Ninety eight....

*smack*

Yui: Hah.... Hah.... *Sob*.... Ninety-nine

*smack*

Yui: Ahhhhh... one hundred...

_Saying the last number, Yui faints and falls to the ground. Ruki throws the whip and exits the dungeon and locks the dungeon door.

Ruki: (It was wrong from the beginning. I shouldn't have trusted this girl. What is it about this girl that makes me feel guilty even though she betrayed me?)

_Ruki gets out of the dungeon and notices that his brothers are standing behind the door.

Ruki: ......! Why are you here?

Kou: What's wrong with you Ruki-kun? What happened. We heard the crying and screaming of M-Neko-Chan from the dungeon.

Azusa: Is Eve...... okay?

Ruki: Don't talk about her in front of me. This dirty livestock deserves to stay in the dungeon and die there.

Yuma: Ruki what happened?

_Ruki walks away from his brothers without saying a word.

Kou: ......

Yuma: .......

Azusa: I'm going into the dungeon to get Eve out.

Yuma: Wait, Azusa.

*Rustle Rustle*

_Yuma grabs Azusa's arm and stops him.

Azusa: Yuma-kun... let me go. If Eve..... stays there, she will...... surely die.

Yuma: Don't worry. I'm sure Ruki won't let her die. Ruki is angry now. We do not know what happened to him. It is better to wait.

Azusa: .......

Kou: Let's get out of here. Otherwise, Ruki will be more angry.

_The Mukami brothers all leave the dungeon together, leaving Yui alone there.

*TIMESKIP*

_Yui wakes up in the dungeon and looks around.

Yui: Ahhh.... geez.... My head hurts so much.

_Yui tries to get up, but loses her balance and falls to the ground again.

Yui: (Ahhhhhhh. My whole body hurts. I can't even stand on my feet.)

_Yui sits down slowly and puts her hand on her legs and caresses the marks of the whips.

Yui: Ruki-kun.......*sob*.... why? *Sniff*..... *Sniff*.... Why don't you believe me?

Tears flow from Yui's bright eyes and she weeps alone. The beautiful goddess used to fly in the sky with her lover and was happy. Her lover has become a heavenly angel who wanted to save her from loneliness. The goddess was happy next to her lover. But this happiness did not last long.

The devil tried hard to break the lock of his dark heart and go to his beautiful goddess. But this lock is now stronger than before. Ruki forgot his love and now he is lost in a world darker than his heart.

Yui is more alone than before and goes back to sleep hoping to be free. The pain covers Yui's whole body and she tries to calm herself by singing a lullaby so that one day she can return to the warm embrace of her lover.

_Yui lays down on the cold floor to relieve her pain. Tears are flowing from her beautiful eyes and she tries to stop her tears.

Yui: Ruki-kun...... Ruki-kun...... Ruki-kun.

_Yui slowly closes her eyes.

Yui: (Ruki-kun.....I love you.)

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My heart is torn in a burning fire.

He was right. His punishment is as painful as hell.

Is this punishment for my sins?

What is my sin?

I am alone in this darkness.

Maybe my sin is loving Ruki Kun.

It doesn't matter how much I get punished for this sin.

I still love you Ruki Kun.

I love you forever.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ruki x yui #yui x ruki #rukiyui #angel and devil novel #angel and devil chapter 12

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Right By Your Side | Chapter 3 - Allison Bright

Summary: In the world where wearing glasses makes you a different person. You were forced to swallow a pill that turned you into seven years old. Now, you're living with your crush in a small form, what would you do? Who were the ones who brought this to you? And, can you change back?

Chapter summary: Introducing your new identity

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When I woke up again, I was lying on the same spot as before. Feeling the dull pain at the back of my head. I felt the back of my head, there wasn't any blood but there was sure a huge bump at the spot I was knocked.

I immediately got up and the man was still in the same spot as well. It looked like they weren't going to move the crime scene. I have to get out of here quickly before someone notices and calls the police.

As I ran, I remembered that the pill I was forced to take was supposed to kill me. So why am I still alive? I've got to find Bill to help me, he has a PhD, he should be able to figure out.

I was panting heavily as I ran. I have been running for minutes yet the progress has been so slow. I feel like I should have reached his house by now. I leaned against the glass to catch my breath and glanced at my reflection. I had to do a double take when I saw myself.

I shrunk!

I went back to the size I was in 1st grade/primary school. No wonder I'm taking so long to run, my legs are shorter now.

I continued running and making my way to Bill's house. He didn't answer when I pressed the doorbell. "Hey!! It's me! Open the door! Open the goddamn door!!" I spammed the doorbell and rattled his gate.

"Who are you and what are you doing in front of my house?" I turned around and saw Bill coming back from god knows where. He is in his usual sloppy mess no matter how many I told him to dress properly. He looks like Albert Einstein to be honest.

"I'm Y/N! I don't know what happened but I'm Y/N!" It was weird looking up at an adult since we were normally around the same height.

"How can I believe you?" He looked at me skeptically. He knows that I am an Avenger and people may be out to get him.

"Uhhh well..." I racked my brain to think of something that only I would know. "I know that your favourite drink is tomato juice, you are always coming up with new inventions, you have a mole on your back and-"

"Okay okay, I believe. Let's just head in, yeah?" He unlocked his door and invited me in. We continued talking about the situation for a while as he pulled out the clothes for me that I used to wear in 1st grade/primary school. My parents are no longer around so I would stay with him until I was old enough to live in my parent's house. It was just the next street, but it was nice to have some privacy alone when I was older.

"I am going to make them pay for doing this." Bill could hear the anger seeping through my voice.

"Where are you going to stay?" Bill asked. Before I got to reply, the doorbell rang again.

"Are you expecting someone?" Bill's circle of friends was small and the number of people who would be visiting this late would be even smaller.

"Bill! Are you in there?" We looked at each other as we heard Nat's voice at the front door. I scrambled to find a place to hide as Bill went to open the door. Sadly, we were in his study so everything was exposed except underneath the table.

"Y/N! Are you here?" Nat's voice sounded throughout the house. I rushed to find a disguise and the only thing helping was the spare glasses in his drawers. I put them on but the degree was so high that everything was a blur and I lost balance and knocked my head against the side of the table.

"What's that noise?"

I pushed the lens out of the glasses before putting them on just in time as Nat placed her hand on my arm and pulled me out of my hiding spot.

"Ahhh I see you've found my friend's niece." Bill hurried with an excuse. A friend's niece? Couldn't he think of something better?

"They are away for a business trip and left me to take care of her. But as you know, I can hardly take care of myself. Do you mind helping me with a favour and taking care of her for me?" I looked at Bill in shock. What was he doing?

"I- but it's dangerous." Nat replied.

"And you think it's safe here for her? You know my lab here explodes every now and then. Comparing here and the compound, I think the compound is much safer." Bill reasoned with her.

Nat looked at me before sighing. "I guess... What's your name, young lady?" Nat bent down and asked while I was backed against the bookshelf.

I flustered, glancing back at the bookshelf and took the first two names I saw. "Allison, Allison Bright."

"Nice to meet you Allison. I'm Natasha Romanoff but you can call me Nat." Nat gave me a kind smile and I felt guilty for lying to her. I had no idea how long my body was going to stay in this state, certainly not for a short period of time.

"Alright, do you want to follow me back now?"

"I'll just have a quick word with Bill here." Nat nodded her head and went to her car.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I whispered despite Natasha being away from earshot.

"What? You're able to find more clues with her than with me. I'm sure you will cross paths with them again some day."

"You better not tell anyone about this." I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "They think I'm dead and I intend to make it stay that way."

"Have fun staying with your crush!" He shouted as I walked out of the study.

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Natasha drove us back to the compound and I tried to make some small talks to alleviate the tension. "You were really flustered when you entered the house earlier." I said, secretly happy that she was worried for me.

"I was looking for a friend." Nat said, glancing at me before looking back on the road. "She went missing all of a sudden. I swear when I see her again, I'm going to give her a good punch, she wouldn't be able to see straight." She clenched her fist into a ball.

I shuddered at the thought of getting hit in my seat, maybe not saying who I am would be a better choice.

Nat doesn't know who I am so I took the chance to ask the question. "Do you like her?" I giggled slightly, amused at the situation.

"Ummm... she can be annoying but enjoyable to be around with. She cares a lot for her teammates. She can brighten the room in an instance and I definitely like her a lot." Natasha lists as she drove.

"I'm sure she's doing fine and misses you." I said sadly. She likes you too. I'm right by her side but I am unable to say anything. I just want to comfort her and let her know everything is okay.

"Okay, let's introduce you and get settled in the compound." Nat parked her car in the garage and pressed the button in the elevator to bring us to the living room where only the Avengers have access to.

"Hey Nat, did you manage to find Y/N?" Steve asked as JARVIS notified them of her return with one unidentified individual. "Who's this?" He pointed at me.

Nat began introducing them one by one to me. Some of them weren't here, the compound is a big space after all.

"She's the niece of someone I know of. I'm taking care of her until her parents come back." Natasha explained to them.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? Is there someone else to take care of her?" Tony found this whole situation very compromising. A child shouldn't be near where all the dangers are. If someone caught wind of a 7 year old living in the compound, they are very likely to come for me.

"Nat..." I tugged at the end of her shirt and gave her the puppy eyes. The power of the puppy's eyes multiplied numerous times in a child form. No one else knows this, but Nat is very soft inside. More than she liked people to know about.

"Don't worry, let me show you to the spare room." Nat ignored them and brought you to level with all the living quarters.

"Level 20 onwards is for Avengers only. Earlier we were on level 20, the boys stay on level 25 except Tony, he lives on level 30. The ladies stay on level 26." Natasha explained. I of course knew all of this but I had to act as if I'm listening to it for the first time.

"I'll ask Tony to grant you access for level 20 and above." Nat said when we arrived at my new room. "Have a good rest, I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast. My room is just two doors down if you need anything."

So technically I have two rooms now. I need to sneak back to my old room to get a couple of things, like cash and my laptop. I can't find my phone anywhere so I need to get a new one, probably with Bill's help. Contact numbers are no problem, I remember them anyway. I never save them just in case some unwanted people hack into my phone.

I let myself sink into my new bed. Tiredness was catching up to me as I drifted off to sleep.

Second POV Natasha went back down to the living room after leaving you at your room. Wanda came back with Bucky from their mission and were resting on the couch when the rest told them about your new appearance. Wanda was nonchalant about it while Bucky was with the majority and disapproved.

"Others wouldn't think that we would bring a child on a mission! It's a perfect cover." Natasha reasoned. She knew that making an excuse for the mission would entice them to agree. A cover was always needed and an innocent child would be perfect.

"But we have to be careful, we know Hydra loves to capture children for their experiments." Steve reminded her. Of course everyone knew that, so did Nat. The Red Room also loves to abduct children against their will and take advantage of them.

"I'll remind her. She's different, I know it."

"You'll be taking care of her then, Nat." Steve needed her to understand that taking care of you was her responsibility and she couldn't just give up halfway.

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The next morning, Natasha went round to your room to check on you as she needed to bring you to the living room. She knocked lightly on your door but received no answer. "Allison? I'm coming in."

Yesterday's hit to the back of your head was coming back to bite on you. Your head was splitting and the pain travelled down to the back of your neck.

You heard Nat knocking on your door but you felt that any sort of movement would hurt your head more, even the sound of knocking was making you tear up.

"Hey, are you alright?" Nat crouched down at the side of your bed, checking up on you. It hurts so much that you can't speak. Nat noticed this immediately and went to get Bruce as you were in no condition to be moving.

"Allison, you need to tell me where you're hurting or I can't help you." Bruce said. He was unable to rely on his machine to tell him what's wrong. All he had was a physical examination.

"The... back of my head..." You managed to say as you held onto the side of your bed, pressing your head deeper into your pillow thinking the softness would ease up the pain.

"We need to get her to sit up so I can check the back of her head properly." Bruce motioned for Natasha to get to the other side of the bed to prop you up properly without any unnecessary movement or discomfort.

He ran his hand at the back of your head before forming his diagnosis. "From what I feel, it's likely inflammatory or swelling at the back of Allison's head, causing it to press on her nerves." Bruce said as he set you back on the bed with Nat's help.

"I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory and painkiller through IV drip until she's comfortable enough." He left you with Nat and went to grab his supplies.

Nat wondered when you received such a bad hit to your head, you looked fine when she met you at Bill's house. Since your parents weren't around, she wondered if you were mixed with the wrong groups of friends.

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#Right By Your Side #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #mcu #black widow #my writing

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