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lustlovehart · 2 months

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since reqs are still open i have a thought,,,,

scara/wanderer falling in love with reader all over again after he forgets them and everything else after the attempt of becoming god feel free to ignore those

A/n: For the sake of this request, he forgets who he is for months instead of just a day.

Summary: He’s had no name for so long, maybe his salvation is the voice that has remained in his head. Though, it seems that voice has turned to reality.

Warnings: Told from his perspective, Wanderer without his memories, but bonus is when he does get them back, Spoilers for Sumeru, Scara wants to kill Dottore, Jealousy, Kinda corny

Puppets are meant to have strings, and yet he is forced to lift his limbs on his own. Puppets have puppeteers make them do what they must yet he has to think for himself.

It makes sense, yet why is he left to walk without a purpose.

It feels like he's forgotten something from his past, yet there is no past for him to remember.

"Kuni... Have you... that isn't my... Huh...? You're just embarrassed I... pictures... Didn't hide... Okay... Think it's sweet... from you...!"

It's like his brain only had memories of some broken past he could no longer recall. Yet, he still finds some worth in the broken words that echo in his head.

"Uhm sir...? Can you please hand me that sunsettia? I have the Mora for it."

His trance is quickly dissipated as the voice in front of him is sounded. It feels familiar yet he doesn't have it saved in his brain.

"Huh...? Oh sure."

With no sure background on himself, nor any real idea of how he came to be, he's stuck working many jobs. His finger tips quickly brush against the hand in front of him, it felt like static rushed up to his chest, though he lacked a heart it felt as if there was one there.

"Thank you, I'll be taking my leave, so, have a good day." Familar...

"Sunsettias and Bulle fruit are kinda different huh? In fontaine, there's this certain candy made out of it, have you ever had it Kuni? No? I'll bring you some when I go back! You wanna come too...? Wha?! Don't act like you didn't say that! Hey don't walk away from me!"

Before he could reach out and ask for your name, you had already walked away from him. It didn't feel like the first time it had happened either.

A week later, all he could remember was that single interaction. His fingers still tingling whenever he remembered you.

It's as if he had some third sense for you, the moment you step into the bazaar his eyes quickly looked toward the direction you had cam in from.

"What is your name" his hands cling onto your wrist, even though you weren't planning to leave any time soon, almost like he felt as if he let go you would disappear once more.

"Wha...?" You're still not too caught up in what it is exactly he's asking so your don't answer, only quirking your eyebrow at him.

"Name?"

"Mine? It's [Name]...?" He quietly whispers it under his breath, like a mantra, a prayer. When he says your name again it's like it melts off his tongue.

Like you belong there on his lips.

"Am I in trouble? I promise i didn't steal anything from the stand sir!"

"What? No no, It's not that." He pauses before he speaks, a little hesitant while he thinks of his wording to dish out, how does he ask without coming off as weird? "I think... You're... You seem familiar."

"Hm? Well I do get supplies here often so maybe that's it-"

"Can we have dinner later?"

"Wait wha? Well, I mean we can, but I only know you as the vendor here, so that's kinda sudden is it not...?" He takes what you say into consideration, but only shrugs his shoulders.

"It probably is but, I wanna talk to you more." He couldn't let the opportunity slip between his fake fingers, for such a long time since he had awoken, it's like your voice had been in his head for such a long time.

No, not like... Your voice has been with him.

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Months had passed by in such a hurry, yet he still had no title to go by. He didn't have anything attached to his person, so he told you the name he remembers feint whispers of.

"Kuni...?"

He can tell in your expression the name is familiar on your tongue, but does not hold any memories in your head. He doesn’t mind though, it's nice to hear you adress him, even if if the name you speak isnt one he remembers.

It doesn't take long before occasionally meets up turned into daily hang outs. There wouldn't be a second where you two weren't attached by the hips.

The two of you sit on the highest branch of the tree located at port ormos, your head rested on his shoulders while the wind calmly brushes by the two of you.

"Kuni." He doesn’t give you an answer but you can feel his eyes bore into you.

"I have to leave next week. Something urgent came up and… My job needs me to leave sumeru for some time, i’m not sure how long though." His expression doesn’t give too much away, but when you lift your head to look at him, the slight squint in his eyes is all you need to know he’s upset by it. “Don’t give me that look, it probably isn’t gonna be for more than a month anyway so i’ll be back soon.” He turns his head away from you, presumably to hide whatever look he has splayed on his face.

“Don’t be like that, besides, it’s my birthday soon. It’ll give you time to prepare for when I get back.” He still doesn’t answer you. A sigh leaves your throat before your hand reaches up to his face, pulling it closer to your lips as a quick peck is placed on his cheek. It’s enough to stun him a bit, watching his brain short circuit in real time while a smile cracks on your mouth.

“What would you want anyway? You’re not too open about your wants.” It’s nice to know he cares. Though you don't give him a straight answer, once again deciding to mess with him.

"Who knows, maybe I want you-" it doesn't take long before a palm pushes your face mid sentence. "Wha?! I was gonna ask for food."

With the way his face is turned, you'll never notice the way his face is warmed. He's sure if he had one, his chest would be beating sporadically.

He hopes the two of you can last.

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Bonus:

It had been awhile since he had last seen you, 2 weeks maybe? At the time, when you had told him on your little date, he didn’t think much of it, he had only the memories of the clothes on his back to stick to, so he really believed it was for a simple job.

But with his memories back, he knows what your "job" truly is. Formerly, you were his assistant back in his harbinger days, but now that he is no longer the ballader, he can only seethe in silence at the thought of you being a differnt harbingers aid.

He might even go insane if he finds out you're to be working under The Doctor.

God Forbid, he finds out that man has been messing with you, he'll gladly become a god once more if that means he can protect you, or better yet, destroy him.

Instead of his hiding spot being a place to relax, he's now left with the thought of Dottore in his mind, it makes his hands curls into balls, grassblades ripping apart at how tight he's clutching his fists, he's sure if he was human there would no doubt be blood pouring out-

A sudden weight had jumped on him from behind, arms quickly tightening around him, a familar head coming into view.

"I finally found you." His eyes are right in front of your own, like your eyes are locked onto his and he can't look away from you. "I was worried, about you, ever since I had come back yesterday, you weren't at the usual spot."

Of course he wouldn't be. He had finally remembered his past sins, he no longer felt worthy enough to lay by your side.

But he still had some sense to at least protect you from the shadows.

"I just felt like changing the scenery is all."

"Hm? You've never wanted to do that before. Did something happen?"

His fingers... His fake fingers, tightly grip onto your very real arm.

"Maybe I've grown a hatred for doctors, is that not reasonable?"

"Huh...?? It's certainly random to change a spot for that reason that's for sure."

"If a certain doctor had any copies of himself, I would've loved to rip him to pieces."

"Okay future serial killer..."

He doesn't answer, maybe... Maybe it's best you don't remember his past atrocities with him.

"Perhaps you're one too [Name], who knows, maybe you're just as bad as me."

Your head leans forward, resting your chin on his shoulder while he talks.

"If that's the case, we really are meant to be huh?"

He let's a laugh escape his throat, not the usual one he lets out, filled with joy, it's filled with something more sinister, menacing? Yet it's still filled with some love for you.

"Yeah, that might be why we're together again."

"Again? Did you date a doppelganger?"

"Just sit down."

" Oh wow, that's some new attitude."

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Wanderer before he got his memories back would probably be really awkward so I tried to incorpate that. (I wrote this really sporadically, so there's probably a lot of mistakes and really rushed I'm so sorry 😔)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scara #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #vesperwrites #askves #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff

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svt-x · 4 months

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From Italy, with love x (Teaser)

pairing: Detective Mingyu x female reader

summary: Injured on the job and unable to work for 6 months, Mingyu embarks on a solo trip to Italy. He crosses paths with you once again, a familar face from his past he went on a few dates with. As it turns out, you’re also the owner of the dream holiday villa that he’s renting for the summer.

genre/warnings: second chances au (they’ve met briefly before), fluff, angst, smut

teaser warnings: shirtless mingyu wearing nothing but a towel lol, minor swearing

teaser wc: 467

a/n: This is my first ever attempt at writing a fic, I’ve been having Mingyu brainrot since forever & was inspired to write this after seeing him in that police outfit. A special thanks to @wintaerbaer for helping me with this and being so supportive and encouraging🤍

"AAAAAH! Why's it not working?"

He aggressively fiddles with the hot water valve of the shower in a futile attempt to rinse out the shampoo that continues to burn his eyes. When he realises that his efforts are ending in vain, Mingyu resorts to cold water, letting out a squeal as the icy droplets hit his chiseled body.

"Fuck, it's so cold."

With his eyes still tightly shut, he frantically runs his hands through his hair and over his body, trying to wash off the bubbles that remain. Soon after, he grabs the white towel he brought in with him and loosely wraps it around his hips. Walking out of the bathroom, he lets out a sigh as he enters the kitchen, opens the fridge, and chugs down the glass of fresh orange juice he left to chill earlier.

This is not how you expected to be spending your afternoon off—letting your tenant know that they will be without hot water for the rest of the day. Joshua is currently out of town, leaving you to deliver the message. You would have rang or texted, but your laptop, which holds the tenant’s details, has been sent for repair. This would usually mean you need to go into the office, but the villa is closer to your apartment, so instead, you take this as an opportunity to meet your new tenant for the summer.

The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle breeze, carrying hints of rosemary and lavender, envelops you as you walk up the pathway to the villa. The door is slightly ajar, and you bring up your fist to knock.

“Hello, is anyone in? It’s y/n, the landlord. Can I come in?”

When you don’t hear a response, you apprehensively walk in and head towards the kitchen, calling out once more.

“Hello?”

As you turn the corner, you’re met with the most perfectly-sculpted, muscular back you’ve ever seen. The man, still unaware of your presence, places a drink back in the fridge and closes the door.

You stutter when you finally speak up.

“O..oh sorry! I didn’t mean to just-”

Mingyu turns around to see the owner of the voice, you, visibly blushing as he notices your eyes scanning his physique. The towel does a poor job of covering the veins that snake across his lower body, and his deeply-tanned skin glistens, highlighting his huge muscles that are hard to miss.

You finally look up, and time seems to slow down for a moment as your eyes meet; small but memorable fragments of the brief time you spent together flash before your eyes, and you quite literally can’t believe Kim Mingyu is stood in front of you, naked with water dripping down his body.

“Mingyu?”

“Y/N?”

#mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x you #mingyu fluff #mingyu angst #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #svt #seventeen imagines

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frmisnow · 4 months

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✧˖ ?! — I'M A GOD AWFUL GUILTY FOOL FOR YOU. - (ANGST / SUGGESTIVE)

— ‧₊˚ — 🌼: " why do you torture me like this ??"

summary. your sisters arranged husband being your long lived past fuck buddy was def. not on your bingo card- neither was him showing up at your apartment entrance every once in a while, begging to let him talk to you

notes. FOR THE CHEOL GIRLIES!!!!! and first slightly angsty work...what do we think??

warnings/includes. non idol! seungcheol x f! reader, forbbiden love kindaaa?? + fuck buddies if you squint, making out

"please leave" you shake your head, avoiding his eyes and body standing at the entrance of your apartment- no, you couldn't dare look into the eyes of the man your sister would soon marry- her fiance. granted, arranged marriage- yet nonetheless.

you look him in the eyes just once, "please leave" you repeated weakly once more, as if he didn't hear you first time.

he takes a step forward, the scent of his oh so familar cologne tickling the nerves in your nose, expression softening, "I can't," he murmured, his voice barely audible, "not without speaking to you first-"

"You have spoken to me enough and you know just how it always ends" you respond, gaze still avoiding his as you could hear him let out a little sigh like he was exhausted, "then I will talk and you can ignore me" that tone practically pleading.

finally looking up to him, eyes begging "why do you always have to make it hard for me?"

"I could ask you the same"

truly you didn't knew how to respond, it was an endless cycle, one you falters comes to the others house in the middle of the night, you both fuck so roughly that you both can't forget about it though you know it's a mistake and the cycle repeats.

so you keep your mouth shut, walking away from the entrance door to your kitchen as he follows you like a dog and you pour yourself a scotch, though you never usually used to drink.

he stood against the kitchen counter, observing you, his eyes trailing to you as you poured the liquid into the glass, he watched without judgement while you took a longgg sip.

this cycle had gone on for months fuck maybe years now. you can't remember, you can't keep track all you know is that each time it happens- it's like something primal takes over. your anger and guilt are stripped away and you crave him so bad that nothing matters.

you shook your head to forget about all the memories, all the nights - silently pouring scotch into a second glass, again without any eye contact swiping it over the desk to him.

cheol took it instantly like he could def. take some alcohol rn and took a sip, it tasted as good as always, he always liked the specific scotch you always had in the kitchen. "it's my favorite, you know that right?"

"i know" your voice almost uncounciously empathized the 'i' which stung considering that his fiance probably didn't.

his grip tightened around the glass, he didn't want to admit it but your voice almost made him want to drop the glass onto the ground. he sighed, staring at the scotch, "why do you torture me like this?"

"fuck," you mutter under your breath, covering your face with your hands, rubbing over it shortly like trying to wash it till your eyes finally meet his and your tone becomes louder in frustration: "better question: why do you always show up? why are you always there in the right moment at the right time to find a weak unstable me? damn it, why do you always have to look like that?"

and though cheol was pleading with his eyes earlier for you to look at him now that you finally did- he looked away, shame painted his features and you hated the fact that your heart grew tighter.

for a moment he couldn't form a word or respond in any way, guilt hitting him as his silence stretched out. he closed his eyes, the truth of your question hitting him hard. "I'm a fool" he said simply after a moment

and you hated the fact that you wanted to hug him till you couldn't breathe, you hated the fact that you wanted to bury your face in the crotch of his neck, you hated the fact that you wanted to kiss him till your lips were numb.

he swallowed hard and opened his eyes, looking at you again, but only for a second before looking away once more. it was clear he couldn't hold eye contact without thinking of all the times you've done this, the guilt now growing stronger, "I'll leave" he said simply, almost monotone.

you felt like you struggled to breathe, sighing strongly, this is what had to be done- this is what you wanted but no- this was not at all what you wanted. And watching him go, would be even more painful then waking up next to him in his bed, but again you couldn't say no as this is what you've been practically begging him to do for the past seven minutes.

he stepped away from the counter, ready to make his leave. he didn't dare look at you again, he couldn't. but as he walked toward the front door your voice stopped him at the last moment. "cheol...wait" your voice was soft, barerly audible.

you couldn't help the way you leaned forward arms instantly wrapped around his buff body, the way your face burried in his chest.

holding you like that for quite a while, pulling back ever so slightly, only to have you wrap your arms around his neck. he smiled down at you as his hands gripped your cheeks, "I don't understand you" he muttered in-between kisses. "you're so unpredictable, I try so hard not to show up, and yet you still pull me back in".

"If you weren't here in-" broken of by a messy kiss, "the time i wouldn't even have- fuck" again broken off by his greedy lips.

his kisses were messy, sloppy even- he kissed you the same way you could imagine a starving person drinking water after a day long hike. he was so desperate, a deep hunger behind each kiss. after every kiss he leaned his head back away from yours as he took a breath, his hands traveling up your back, your body tightly pressing into his, "please don't stop" he muttered between panting.

"please never leav-" practically groaning as you're cut of once more

"say it again" he muttered hoarsely, as if the words would turn him to dust if you didn't repeat them again.

"never leave," you added, "never leave again"

#kpop smut #choi seungcheol #seungcheol smut #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol #seungcheol ff #seungcheol fic #seungcheol angst #seventeen ff #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt imagines

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lovingmattysposts · 6 months

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Friends With Benefits Part 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: You and Matt are best friends, who occationaly have sex on the low. No string attached, just sex. Well, just sex for him. Little did he know you were falling in love and falling fucking fast.

warnings: smuttttt👏 drinking, partying, cursing

heres part two, love you all

xoxo, Autumn

"Plan?" Lucy asked as she peered into my mirror. I looked at her through the mirror. "Talk to Matt" I stated, finishing my mascara. "And?" She asked. "And tell him how I'm feeling" I said back. She nodded.

"And If he doesn't want to make you more than a hookup?" She asked, making my anxiety spark. I bit my lip and looked down. "Y/n" She stated warningly. "I end it" I said softly. She smiled and fixed the hair in front of my face. "You look pretty" She said before turning and walking over to her closet.

The worst part is I knew he didn't want more. He made it pretty clear at the beginning. I don't know why he would change his mind now. He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't. So I knew it could potentially be the end. I could have kissed him for the last time yesterday and didn't even know it. My hands shook as I picked up my lipstick.

"You can do this" Lucy said turning around. I nodded. I knew I could do it, physically. It might rip me to shreds, but the words could come out of my mouth.

"Look in the mirror now I'm just a Jigsaw"

After last night, I realized a lot of things. I was killing myself. Slowly and surely.

"All I did just to make you happy. Still you don't even fucking love me, Jigsaw, Jigsaw, Jigsaw, Jigsaw. Killing parts of myself just to fit you-"

I heard the song skip, making me turn around to see Lucy looking up at me with my phone in her hand. "Hey" I whined looking at her. "Stop listening to Conan Gray" she said looking over at me. I frowned as I heard a text notifcation come through my phone. She looked down at my phone in her hand.

I stood up off the chair and she glanced at me. "Was it Matt?" I asked. She looked back down at the phone. She sighed scrolling.

"He asked what time you were gonna be there, said he's waiting for you" She said looking up at me. I smiled. "Don't smile" She snapped. I dropped my smile. "Let me see it" I said walking over and taking my phone.

From: Matt Stromboli 10:01 pm

When are you gonna be here? All these people r lame, i'm waitingggg

"Why is he name Stromboli?" She asked making me look up at her. I chuckled. "It's an inside joke" I explained, making her roll her eyes. I looked back down at my phone before typing back.

to: Matt Stromboli 10:03 pm

We are leaving now

I clicked off my phone and looked up at her. "What?" I asked hiding a smile. She shook her head and left the room.

"Ooo what about that one?" She asked pointing to the third guy of the evening. I glared at her. "No. Lucy stop" I said harshly. She frowned at me. "You're allowed to hook up with other people y/n/n" She whispered to me.

"I don't want to" I snapped, but sighing. She looked over at me. "Sorry I just-" I stopped. "I'm sorry" I whispered. She shook her head. "No you're okay. It's a big night" She said and I nodded swallowing the lump in my throat. I scanned over the party, seeing a few familar faces across the room, but not the one I wanted to see.

"Break your neck a little harder why don't you?" She whispered over to me. I hit her arm. She held her hands up. "Let's go get a drink" She said. I shook my head. "No, I don't wanna drink" I said looking over at her. She sighed. "It might make this night easier for you" She said standing in front of me.

"You're acting like I'm breaking up with him Luce" I said furrowing my eyebrows. She stopped closing her eyes. "Is that not what you're doing?" She asked. i swallowed looking down. "I-"

"Hey guys"

We snapped our head to see Nick and Chris walking up to us. I smiled at their presence. "Hey" I breathed back. Nick looked over at Lucy. "Nice to see you again Luce" Nick smiled. She nodded and smiled.

"The party sucks" Chris sighed bringing the cup in his hand up to his mouth. I pointed to the cup in his hands. "Pepsi" He said smiling. I nodded, chuckling. "Could have guessed" I smiled and he nodded.

"Oh Matt was looking for you, but...I don't know where he went" He said looking around the room. I shook my head waving him off. "It's fine" I said quietly. Nick looked at me for a second and then to Lucy.

"Are you guys coming to our birthday party next weekend?" He asked looking at Lucy. She nodded smiling and then looked over at me. "Actually y/n might have something come up, she doesn't know yet" Lucy said looking over at me. They both glanced over at me. My face went white and I looked at Lucy, who raised her eyebrows.

"You're gonna miss it?" Chris asked. I looked back at Chris. "I-I don't know yet. It just depends on the um-" I glanced at Lucy. "The um outcome...of the new project I just sent in with the-um executive" I coughed looking at them. Chris raised his eyebrows. "That sounded like a bunch of fancy words I didn't understand" Chris smiled shaking his head.

"Executive and project aren't big words hun" Nick leaned into Chris. Nick looked over to me. "I hope you can make it" He nodded before walking off with Chris. I smiled as they walked away. I turned to Lucy once they were out of view.

"What the hell was that?" I whispered at her. She held her hands up. "I don't know! I panicked! What if it goes south tonight? Do you really want to go to their birthday?" She asked. I sighed and looked down. She was right. I hated how she was right. I closed my eyes before looking back up at her.

"Or it could go amazing?" I said unconvincing. She sighed looking at me with a small frown. "Right" She nodded. "It could" She said smiling sadly at me, like she felt sorry for me, putting her hand on my arm. I bit my lip and looked to the side blinking back to Lucy. Wait. I took a double take looking to the side again to see what my eye just caught.

I felt my heart clench. My mouth parted as I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" Lucy asked looking to the side and seeing what I saw. Matt was leaned up against the wall talking to one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. She was short, skinny, blonde, fucking perfect. She laughed and he smiled down at her as they spoke. I swallowed. She pointed to his arm and he held out his arm, showing off this tattoos. She traced one with her fingers.

Lucy looked back at me as I continued to look at them, my heart breaking at the sight. "Y/n/n? Are you okay?" She asked softly. I forced myself to tear my eyes away to look back at her. I forced a smile on my face nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I totally...cool" I said my voice hitching at the last word. She frowned at me.

"It's okay. It's okay" I said shaking my head. I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself. She closed her eyes sighing. "Maybe-"

"There you are"

My head snapped at the voice. Matt smiled down at me and I felt my heart drop at the sight of him. I forced a smile up at him. He glanced over to Lucy. "Lucy, how are you?" He asked tuning towards her. She crossed her arms raising one eyebrow at him. I winced and looked down silently begging her to play nice.

"I'm fine, Matthew" She stated. He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back over to me. "Okay" he chuckled. "How are you?" He asked quieter looking down at me. I smiled. "I'm good" I said softly. He smiled down at me. "Good" He whispered, his eyes scanning my body. "You look good" He said making me smile and look down.

Lucy cleared her throat making us look over at her, breaking me out of my trance he had over me. She smiled sarcastically at me. I took a breath in looking back at Matt.

"Can we talk?" I asked hestitantly. He smiled. "Yeah" He nodded. He pointed behind us. "Do you want to talk upstairs?" He asked his eyes scanning my face. I just looked at him for a second. Lucy cleared her throat again. I looked over at her as Matt's eyes stayed on my face. She shook her head profusely. I looked back at Matt, who was waiting for an answer.

"Um, Outside maybe?" I asked looking up at him. That's populated right? He turned around looking at the backdoor. "Yeah, is everything okay? Did someone bother you?" He asked softly. Lucy started coughing making me breath in.

"Wow Luce sounds like somethings in your throat. Maybe you should get some water" I said glaring over at her. Matt glanced over at her. She pushed her tonuge to the side of her mouth before clicking her tongue. "Fine" She said suddenly walking away. I watched as she walked away, before turning back to Matt who's eyes were trained on me.

"You guys still fighting?" He asked. I shook my head. "No, I don't know why she's acting like that" I let out a nervous laugh. He looked at me for a second. "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded. "Alright, well let's go" He smiled turning and walking towards the backdoor. I followed him with my head down.

Think y/n think. What are you going to say to him?

He held the door open for me as I walked out into the cool air. I let out a breath as I glanced around. Not a single person was outside. I slightly cursed myself. I turned around and Matt met me halfway, grabbing ahold of my waist and tracing my cheek with his other hand. I took it a breath, looking up at him. His blue eyes staring down at with a look of endearment.

"You seem tense. What's going on?" He asked softly looking down at my eyes. "I-I-" I stuttered not being able to now focus on my surroundings or my thoughts, only him as he stared down at me. He smiled slightly.

"You're nervous, I've never seen this part of you" He said tracing his thumb over my lip. I swallowed. He leaned down whispering in my ear, feeling his hot breath apose to the cold air around us.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked softly against my ear, his voice shooting down straight between my legs. I leaned my head back slightly, with unsteady breaths. I couldn't bring myself to answer. He kissed my neck softly and slowly, very slowly, making my eyes shutter close. Thoughts y/n, thoughts. What were you going to say?

He pulled his head back and looked at me. "Hm?" he asked. I just blinked at him. He looked down between us, tracing the lining on my dress slightly. "This dress is nice" He whispered looking up at me. "It is?" I asked blinking at him. He nodded. "It is" He smiled slightly, before leaning down and connected our lips. I kissed him back, almost letting go of a breath I was holding. I moved my arms to lock behind his neck. He pulled me by my waist against him, while pulling my lower lip in between his teeth, making me moan slightly. I felt him smile against my mouth.

I pulled back and dropped my arms, but he still stayed pressed against me.

"Matt" I stated looking at him, the blue in his eyes now practically gone. "What?" He asked smiling. I swallowed looking at the door, knowing anyone could walk out at any moment. I couldn't think. Think. Think.

"How was your day?" I blurted out. He smiled closing his eyes slightly before opening them again. "It was good" He nodded, running his hands down my sides. I nodded. "Good" I whispered back, not breaking eye contact. "How was your day?" He asked softly. I sighed. "Long" I stated. He nodded.

"You had a long day?" He asked looking down at my lips. "Mhm huh" I nodded, my heart beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry. Can I make it better?" He asked blinking. "I uh-" I swallowed as he started to slide the end of my dress up ever so slightly with his finger. He looked up at me. "Hm?" He asked, pushing it higher. I held my head back, before snapping it back up.

"Matt the door" I whispered. He turned and looked at the door, before pulling me over to the side of the house, out of view quicker than I could realize what was happening, as if I was weightless. "This better?" He asked raising his eyebrows as he pressed me against the wall. I swallowed as he pushed up the end of my dress completely at my hips. I looked to the side, letting out a breath. I felt his finger trace the lace of my underwear, painfully slowly. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall.

"So worked up and I haven't even touched you" He whispered against my ear. I couldn't breath, just short breaths coming out of my mouth. Not one complete thought crossing my mind. All I could think about was how close his finger was to the place I wanted him, but would retract his finger back and forth away from it.

"Matt I have to talk to you" I said breathlessly. He hummed. "Okay" he said moving his fingers slightly over my folds over my underwear. Making me whine and lean my head against the wall. God this was torture in so many ways. "Matt" I breathed. He dipped his finger under the lace barley before retracting it, continuing to my hip tracing it with his fingertips.

"Yes princess, I'm listening" he stated as If we were just two people normally speaking to each other. "I-I wanted to talk about-" I started to say, my eyes snapped closed, head against the wall. "Look at me when you're talking to me" he said cutting me off. I sighed, opening my eyes and leaning to look at him. "Good girl" He whispered. He had a small smile on his face, his eye glued on mine, as if he were studying my every move, making my heart beat faster.

"The um-" I swallowed. He dipped his finger down again, under the lace rubbing his fingers back and forth over me feeling the coldness of his rings against my skin. I took in a sharp breath as I felt his fingers rub over me, slightly moving over nerves and then retract back down. I let out a soft moan.

"Spit it out princess" He said looking at me. I swallowed, trying to control my breath. "The-" I started but felt him dip one finger into me completely. I reached up, gripping his shoulder, leaning my head on the other. I let out a hard breath as he moved in and out of me very slowly. Painfully slow.

"The whaatt?" He sang softly. I lifted my head looking at him. He smiled down at me. He knew what he was doing. I let out a shaky breath. "The girl" I said quickly. Not what I wanted to talk to him about, but it was a start. How was I suppose to bring up us not just hooking up anymore with his fingers inside me?

He just looked at me, licking his lips. I felt him move his thumb over my nerves, back and forth slowly. I whined after each movement, leaning my head back feeling my knees start to shake. He's barley done anything and I can barely stand. I would die of embarssement but my mind was not thinking about that. I tried to get my mind under control.

"What girl?" He asked softly. I turned my head to look at the door and swallowed. "The one-" I started to say, but I felt his hand that was holding my hip come up to my face forcing me to look back at him. "I told you to look at me when you talk to me. Can you handle that or do I need to stop?" He asked speeding up his movements, then slowly back down almost completely stopping.

"No, no no.I can. I can I promise" I said looking at him, grabbing his shoulder. He smiled before speeding us his movements, making me moan again. "What girl Y/n?" he asked against my ear as his fingers moved inside of me. "Fuck" My voice broke. The girl the girl. What girl? My mind raced. I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes open at him.

"The one inside. The one- The one you were talking to" I said quickly getting the words out. He curled his fingers inside of me, making me whine and fall slightly. His hand grabbed my waist, pushing me up against the wall, holding me there. "Really? You want to talk about another girl when my fingers are inside you?" He asked chuckling. "Matt" I sighed, wanting him to take me seriously even though I was at his mercy.

"She's no one" he said as his thumb returned back to where it was before. My grip on his shoulder, moved to the arm that was at my waist, gripping his arm. "She's not you" He whispered before kissing my neck. My hand went up to the back of his neck as he bit down on my neck slightly. I let out a whimper as he left marks on my neck.

"Do you not want me to sleep with anyone else?" He asked against my ear. I shook my head, not being able to form words. He hummed. "Are you sleeping with anyone else?" He asked softly, speeding up his already fast movements. I let out a hard breath leaning my head on his shoulder and gripping his arm harder. He slowed down his movements.

"Are you?" He asked again. "N-No" I said quickly feeling his movements slow down. "Matt, you know I'm n-not. J-Just keep going, please." I breathed quickly. He smirked, returning his movement. He kissed over my face, softly. "You want me all to yourself don't you?" He whispered kissing my cheek and then the side of my face.

You have no idea.

"Don't you?" He asked again, moving his thumb faster. "Oh my God" I moaned digging my fingernails into his forearm. "Hm?" He hummed, pressing his forehead against mine, pushing my head up. "Yes" I breathed looking at him. He smiled as he connected our lips. I kissed him as I felt a build up in my stomach. He moved his fingers at and ungodly speed in and out of me while moving his thumb back and forth. I disconnected our lips and moaned, squeezing eyes closed. "Matt, Matt, Matt-" I said over and over.

"You can do it. You can take it, just let go." He said as the overstimulation washed over me. I whined gripping his arm. He curled his fingers in just the right spot over and over making me cry out. "Fuck-" I said breathless as I felt myself let go all over his fingers. I finally let out a deep breath, falling against the wall. He smiled as he pulled his fingers out of me completely. I fell forward, his arm catching my arm.

"I got you" he chuckled. I blinked my eyes open and looked at him. I stood up off the wall, feeling light headed. He looked at me as he stuck his fingers that were once inside of me into his mouth. He closed his eyes and hummed. I shook my head smiling and he smiled as he pulled my dress back down over my hips.

He reached up, brushing his fingers over my hair, fixing it. I just looked up at him as he focused on my hair. He smiled looking back down at my eyes. "All better" He smiled leaning down and kissing my forehead. Making me sigh and look down.

"We should go back inside. Lucy's probably looking for me" I said looking up at him and then starting to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm pulling me back in front of me. He looked down at me his hand still on my arm, but trailing down to my hand and interlocking our fingers. I looked down at our hands feeling my heart clench.

"Did me really talking to that girl make you upset?" he asked looking at me. I blinked down and then back up at him and I shrugged. "I don't know" I whispered. Yes. It made me want to die. He nodded looking down at me. He moved his thumb over my hand. "Okay" He breathed. "I won't talk to her anymore" he said quietly. I looked up at him, confusing on my face. This is what I was talking about.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" He asked looking down at me. I bit my lip and looked down. He reached up and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and traced my jaw with his finger. "Hm?" He asked lifting my chin with his finger making me look at him.

"I know you're mad about the shirt thing" He said smiling. I rolled my eyes.

"Matt-"

I suddenly heard the door open and felt Matt drop my hand and looked over at the person. I glanced back down at our hands, watching him slide his back into his pockets. I looked up at him, hurt filling my face.

"Hey" Matt breathed walking away towards the door. I looked over and saw Lucy standing there looking at us. She glanced from Matt to me. "I was looking for you, I started to get worried" She said slowly glancing from Matt to me. I swallowed walking over to her after Matt.

"Well I'm here" I breathed looking at her. She looked up at Matt as he looked at her. "I'm gonna go find Chris and Nick, I'll text you" He said glancing back at me before opening the door and leaving Lucy and I out here. I swallowed looking back at Lucy, sighing as I saw her face. I tried to move past her, but she stood in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'll text you?" She quoted Matt. I sighed looking down. "Lucy-" I started. "I see no tears" She pointed at my face. I pursed my lips. "And you don't look happier either. So what the fuck happened?" She asked. I looked up.

"God Lucy can you give me a break?" I asked looking down at her. She scoffed looking to the side. Her eyes snapped back to be before walking up to me and pulling my dress strap back up to my collarbone. "There. Now people inside won't know you fucked out here" She smiled sarcastically. I looked down with a scoul on my face.

"We didn't fuck" I mumbled. She hummed. "We didn't" I said looking up at her. "Well I'm sure whatever you did, you really got the point across that you didn't wanna be fuck buddies anymore" She said raising her eyebrows and I sighed looking towards the door.

"Can we just go home?" I asked quietly. She let out a deep breath. "Yeah" She said quietly. "We can" She said, turning and walking towards the door. The loudness of the party came over me. I looked over to the kitchen and saw Matt talking to Chris and Nick, his eye shooting over to me. He smiled slightly, I just looked down at my feet as I left.

God I felt like shit.

I rubbed my eyes as I rolled over on my bed. I picked up my phone.

from Matt Stromboli 12:48am

Why did you leave so soon?

from Matt Stromboli 1:01 am

did you get home okay?

from Matt Stromboli 1:38 am

We all just left by the way

from Matt Stromboli 3:49 am

check your front door

I furrowed my eyes at the messages as my eyes scanned over the message. 'Check your front door'. I stood up off my bed and walked over to my door opening it and walking into the living room. I saw Lucy sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw me walk in.

"I was starting to think you were dead" Lucy said glancing up at me then back to her phone. I looked towards the front door. "Did...?" I breathed looking at the front door. Lucy looked up at me. "Did you hear someone knock on the door last night?" I asked looking back at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. She looked towards the door.

"Why?" She asked. I looked back to the door before turning and walking towards it quickly. "Y/n why?" She said sitting up and watching me as I unlocked the door. I opened it and looked down. I put my hand against my face and squeezed my eyes shut.

"You're kidding me" I said looking down. "What is it?" Lucy yelled from the couch. I bent down picking up a shirt. Matt's shirt. The one I was wearing when he asked me to give it back. I sighed and closed the door. Lucy stood up walking over to me. She looked down at the shirt in my hands.

"What is that?" She asked. I looked up at her pursing my lips.

"It's the shirt that I was wearing the other day, Matt told me to give it back. He thinks that I was acting weird because I was mad about him asking me to give it back." I said looking up at her. Lucy sighed. "He drove it here after the party last night" I said looking back at the shirt. I looked up at her and she bit her lip.

"Like a boyfriend would" Lucy stated looking at me. I looked at her. "Like a perfect amazing fucking boyfriend would" I said throwing the shirt on the counter and leaning my head against my hands on the counter. Lucy sighed and walked over to me, placing her hand on my back.

I pulled out my phone and opened my messages.

to Matt Stromboli 12:03pm

You didn't have to do that

I threw my phone on the counter and looked up at Lucy. She frowned. "You're in love with him aren't you?" She asked quietly. I bit my lip and looked down and nodded. She sighed. "Shit Y/n" She yelled shaking her head. I felt tears come to my eyes.

"It's not fair! He can't-" I held my hand towards the shirt but stopped feeling tears come to the surface. I shook my head. "It's not fucking fair" I said feeling the tears drop down my face. She bit her lip and looked at me. She reached over and grabbed the shirt. My head snapped back up and I reached for it, but she held it away from me.

"What are you doing?" I cried reaching for it. "Give it back" I said glaring at her. "I'll give it back when you do what you need to do" She said looking at me. I shook my head. "Give me the shirt" I said looking at her. She shook her head and looked at me like I was a hurt puppy. I looked down my lip quivering.

"Please" I cried. She sighed. "Y/n/n you have to tell him" She whispered. I shook my head. "Lucy, you don't understand" I said back quietly. "I can't do it. I can't lose him" I whispered looking up at her. She bit her lip.

"Do you want to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back?" She asked shaking her head. I just looked at her. "If he doesn't feel the same, you have to let him go. You have to do this for yourself." She said. "He can't act like this" She said holding up the shirt. "Drive 20 minutes to give a t-shirt to their 'fuck buddy'" She said shaking her head.

"Stop calling me that" I spat, wiping my eyes. "I will when you stop being one" She sighed as I heard my phone buzz on the counter. I reached over opening it.

from Matt Stromboli 12:14pm

keep it

I sighed before shaking my head and walking back into my room.

This seemed like a good place to stop. BUT TELL ME THE SHIRT THING ISNT SOMETHING MATTHEW WOULD DO LIKE-

love u guys lmk what you thought and when you want the next part

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know its for the better

exgirlfriend!arlecchino x fem!reader

sfw, angst, ooc arle?

art credits : celeyunn on Twitter

you really shouldn't of ran away from home. you were feeling miserable from arlecchino breaking up with you. you had accidentally argued with your mother and ran out the house. the rain harshly fell from above. it was cold and late at night. you were drenched in water and you hadn't brought an umbrella.

it had already been 2 weeks since arlecchino broke up with you. you remember that night so vividly. the way her eyes coldly stared you down. "i'm breaking up with you." she said. your heart shattered just at the thought of it again. she walked off without another word or an explanation. you were in tears, left with more questions than answers as you wondered what you did wrong. you had already heard the rumours of arlecchino playing with everyones hearts. you felt stupid at the fact you thought of yourself as an exception.

you wandered around, shivering as you recalled that heartbreaking memory. you walk and walk.. until, eventually, you walk past the park you had your first date in. the place brought back bitter sweet memories. you feel a wave of misery and sadness in you. you missed her. and so, as the rain starts to get even heavier, so did your heart. you were hugging yourself in hopes of keeping warm. your mind could only wonder to the one question - why she broke up with you.. you wanted to know, but you fear that knowing would hurt even more. until something broke you out of your thoughts.

"y/n?"

your breath hitched at your name being called. you knew that familar voice. you were scared to turn around, you felt like bursting into tears, your chest felt so tight. what do you do? you cant face her, you dont have the heart to-

you felt the rain stop. the loud sounds of pitter pattering over you. an umbrella was being held over you..

"you will catch a cold.. let me walk you home."

you felt her behind you. her body warmth behind you felt so familiar. it felt good. you couldn't help but turn around to look up at her. she didn't look any different.. nor did she any worse or any better. she was still the same.. the expression on her face was calm. just like she normally was. her words had a touch of gentleness lingering around them, just like they normally did. what was the meaning behind this? why was she here..

you feel your lips tremble at the feeling of her eyes peering over you. you couldn't make out what were behind those eyes. was it regret or sadness? or maybe even neither.. you lowered your head, you feel your stomach churn as you finally replied with a nod.

you two walked down the streets quietly. not a word said. it was an uncomfortable.. yet an comfortable silence.. you kept your head lowered, holding back the tears welling up in your eyes.

arlecchino's eyes remained on the road, her footsteps measured as she walked. after a few minutes of quietude, she spoke up, her voice soft yet steady. "your mother was worried sick. she was concerned about where you went."

her gaze drifted off to your downcast one. she was hit by a truck of guilt as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. but quickly put her more 'stoic' front back up again. there was a sliver of warmth in her voice, indicating she genuinely cared.

thats right.. your mother doesnt know you two broke up yet. she must of assumed you ran off to her house.. your lips throat felt so tight.

"you have been in contact with her?.." you said quietly, trying holding back your hoarse voice. not wanting her to think that you wasn't taking the breakup easily.

"she messaged me 15 minutes ago." arlecchino remarked, a hint of concern in her voice. "she was worried about where you had went." arlecchino's gaze flicked towards you, and for a moment, her stoic facade disappeared, replaced by a glint of worry. you couldnt answer her, you didn't know how to.

"your shivering.." she pointed out, her voice gentle.

your lips pushed together as you held back the urge to cry. seeing her only made your heart break more than anything. your footsteps and the loud impact of the rain pelting onto the umbrella could be heard. why was she holding the umbrella over you? she had left without another word.. it made you feel so hopeless.. your expression so bitter as you refused to look or reply to her.

after being rejected of your acknowledgment, arlecchino's gaze softened further, her steps slowing down, almost to a crawl. she felt the wave of guilt wash over her, drowning her out. she reached out with a slender hand, gently cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at her.

with an hitch of your breath, your eyes widened slightly. arlecchino remained eye contact with you. her gaze somber, as if she was trying to read you. her sharp nails were dangerously, yet gently sitting on your cheek, reminding you of the pain. her hand was so warm, and so familiar..

"y/n.." Arlecchino uttered faintly, her voice a mere whisper, barely audible above the rain's pitter-patter. her gaze not daring to break away from yours.

"what is the matter?"

you felt your eyes well up in tears, yet your gaze didnt break from hers either.. her eyes were so beautiful, yet they held so much pain to you. you couldnt hold you tears back. with an blink of an eye, your tears fell down your cheek. you pull your head away from her hand, closing your eyes as you lower it. lifting an arm rub your tears away. why did she have to see you like this..

why did she still utter your name so softly..?

arlecchino's eyes widened slightly at the sight of your tears. she reached out yet again, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but gentle. "y/n," she whispered once more. your name rolling off her tongue so easily. a hint of distress was evident in her voice. "please talk to me. what has made you so distraught?"

arlecchino's face became softer. she had always asked questions she knew the answers to..

"Is it something I did?"

you couldnt face or answer her. you felt like going through the ground and never coming back up. she knows why your crying. your tears fell down your cheeks. small held back sobs could only be heard. your sleeves were wet from your tears and the rain. you didn't know what had gotten into you. her words always touched the deepest parts of your heart.

arlecchino seeing how distraught you were, made her heart shatter. she didn’t force you to talk. she understood she had hurt you. she push me any further, her instinct to let you cry it out kicking in.

after a short moment of silence, she softly pulled you into a hug. the umbrella was long forgotten as it had been casted away on the ground. one arm was wrapped around your waist, the other hand cradling the back of your head, gently pushing your head into her shoulder. she whispered gently, "let it all out."

your eyes widened slightly at her sudden action. arlecchino had broke up with you. why does she still embrace you? shouldnt she of gotten tired or hated you to break up with you? you didnt understand. yet her warmth felt so familar. the warm you were yearning for, for so long..

your hands gripped onto her jacket tightly. you cried and wept into her shoulder. her shoulder caught all your tears. she would rub your waist gently and stroke your wet, yet beautiful hair.

despite the both of you being drenched in water, it was warm. muffled sobs could only be heard from you. you couldn't keep yourself together. the despair and confusion only fuelled your urge to cry more.

arlecchino held you close, the downpour outside only increasing in intensity. Her embrace was warm and reassuring, a tender gesture that defied the bitterness of the night.

"i am sorry." she whispered after a while, her tone soft and remorseful.

"i didn't want to make you cry." arlecchino continued to hold you, her fingers gently stroking your hair, offering silent comfort. her body leaning into you more, you could feel her breath from above on your neck..

"w-why..?" you sob in between sobs. your voice broken and hoarse. to know arlecchino was the reason of your pain, she through her heart, feeling worse than being stabbed 10 times over..

you shook your head desperately as you sobbed. your tears, they just kept running and running. your body was shivering and your breath shaky as you held her tightly.

arlecchino's eyes welled up in compassion, her heart aching at the sight of your anguish. her dangerous, yet gentle fingers continued to stroke your hair, trying to soothe your pain.

"i made a mistake," she finally whispered quietly, a deep regret evident in her tone. her eyes narrowing as she looked down at your sorry state. arlecchino hugged you tightly, offering an unexpected apology.

"i'm sorry for hurting you."

her words were genuine. you felt the sorrow gnaw at your heart, eating you alive. her gaze never wandered off of yours. her embrace still tight as her body shielded you from the rain.

"w-why.. did you go.." you whisper out. your voice is shaky, not holding back the pain in your voice anymore. your cheeks were tearstained. your grip tightening on her jacket as you wept your soul out.

there was a short pause. arlecchino choosing her words carefully. "you deserve someone better than me." she murmured softly, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear. arlecchino continued to hold you, her embrace firm and reassuring. her hand gently running through your hair.

"i am too complicated,” she uttered gently. “too selfish."

you felt your heart drop at her words. how could she think of herself like that? you lifted your head back up at her slightly. your teary eyes meeting hers full of guilt. "that isn't true.." you whispered out.

that was all she had wanted to hear. her chest heaved slightly at the sound of your voice, her heart clenching in remorse. she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her hands coming to rest on either side of your head, cradling your cheeks.

"don't weep," she whispered gently, her touch tender and warm. "you shouldn't cry over someone like me." she kept denying.

you had only ever wanted her, no one else. you couldnt handle this, you just wanted everything to go back to how it was before, the love in your heart still so strong for her.

"but.. i love you." you cried out desperately. arlecchino's face broke into a look of despair. she felt the same pain you did, and the sound of your heartbroken voice tore her apart. she took a deep, shaking breath, her body trembling slightly with a mix of emotion.

"i love you too," she confessed, her voice shaking and her grip on your shoulders tightening. "i love you so much. but I cannot be the person you deserve." her eyebrows furrowed, her lips in an thin line..

you knew you had lost her at that point. you couldnt respond to her. she had given up already.. you just sobbed hardly into her shoulder once more. she allowed her shoulder to soak up your tears. the sound of your sobs caused something inside of her to crack. her grip tightened on you, one hand clutching the back of your neck, the other holding the small of your back, pulling you close against her trembling body. her heart pounded in her chest, and was strained with emotion.

"i still love you y/n .. i truly do." Arlecchino whispered in despair, her words trailing off. the rain poured furiously around you two. her words starting to pour out as if she had been holding them back for a lifetime.

"just know its for the better."

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