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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

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❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

#history #yandere history #yandere historical characters #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #alexander the great x reader #tlq #the lost queen #reaction #imagine #o- anon #yandere imagine #yandere reaction

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frenchkisstheabyss · 7 months

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🖤 Yours Alone 🖤

🖤 Pairing: dom!boyfriend!hongjoong x sub!fem!reader

🖤 Genre: smut

🖤 Summary: Things get interesting when you visit your boyfriend while he's on a business trip in Greece.

🖤 Word Count: 1.1k-ish

🖤 Warnings: soft dom hongjoong, praise kink, masturbation (f), fingering, nicknames (daddy, baby, good girl), edging, the filthiest of language, and remind me if I missed anything

🖤 A/N: @sailork-pop I hope this insomnia fueled one shot satisfies your wishes to be a spoiled Joong babe who gets flown out to pretty places

Hongjoong spares no expense when it comes to you. Anything you’ve ever wanted, anything you might even think you want, is yours without question. Some might say he spoils you but why shouldn’t he when you’ve always been such a good girl? You’re his goddess. His muse. His addiction. If you want the moon he’ll pluck it from the night sky and every star with it. This time around you hadn’t quite asked for the moon. Actually, you hadn’t directly asked for anything.

You’d simply called to tell him how much you missed him while he was away on business in Greece, never expecting that he’d have you on a flight to the breathtaking island of Santorini mere hours later. With gorgeous homes carved into the towering cliffs of the island surrounded by a sea that reflects a vivid blue unlike any you’ve ever witnessed, it’s been the epitome of romance since you stepped off the plane.

But none of that is why you’re here. You didn’t drop everything to come dine at expensive restaurants or brush elbows with his friends in the fashion industry. You came to be with him. To be seen by him. To be loved by him. To be draped across the bed in his luxury suite like the beautiful creature that you are, stroking your clit through the designer lingerie he had custom-made just for you.

Hongjoong stands at the end of the bed, still dressed in the suit he wore to dinner. The one that drove you mad all night, making it impossible to focus on much else but him. He looks so good that you can’t take your eyes off of him. A feeling that’s intensely mutual. Hongjoong’s eyes are glued to you, captivated by the sight of you playing with yourself precisely as he instructed.

You make the cutest pouty face, whimpering at how heavenly the expensive silk of your panties feels brushing against your stiff clit. Hongjoong takes a deep breath, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, “Aww, my girl has the prettiest little moans. Come here and let daddy see how wet you are.” “Yes, daddy” you mewl, inching closer to the foot of the bed and spreading your legs. Using two fingers he pulls your panties to the side, grinning at how drenched they are before he even gets a look at the arousal dripping from your warmth.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” he teases, his free hand reaching up to lovingly cup your cheek. Gripping your panties, he tucks them to the side, exposing every bit of your deliciously needy pussy to him. Your fingers are back at your clit, your head falling back at the jolt of pleasure you get from finally touching your bare clit. He groans, chewing at his bottom lip, his cock growing hard enough to make him regret these fitted pants.

Fuck, he wants you on his tongue so badly but that’s not a part of the plan. At least not for this round. For now, he needs you just like this, making delicate figure eights on your clit, your pussy so wet that your fingers keep slipping through your folds whenever your clit twitches from you hitting a particularly sensitive spot. “Daddy, am I doing okay?” you whine, a wave of heat washing over you. “Oh, baby,” he coos, dipping two fingers into the juices trickling from your slit, “You’re doing so well. Look at this.”

Hongjoong raises his fingers up to show how perfectly you glisten in the light. He pops them into his mouth, those few drops of you coating his tongue enough to chase off his craving. He doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves the taste of you, humming as he takes one last lick. Just knowing how hooked on your pussy he is has you teetering on the edge of your high. Your movements begin to get sloppy as your muscles weaken, your body tingling from head to toe.

Your breath hitches as your stomach winds itself into endless knots that threaten to snap without warning. “Stop” Hongjoong demands, grabbing you by the wrists and pinning your arms to your sides. You writhe beneath the pressure, slowly losing your grasp on an orgasm so close you could almost taste it. But you don’t want it, not really, unless Hongjoong says you’re allowed.

“Are we forgetting to ask permission? We can’t have that can we?” he scolds, leaning forward to kiss your inner thighs, his lips barely skimming your clit as he moves from one thigh to the other. “I’m sorry, daddy. Can I cum? Pretty please? Can you…can you make me cum?” Hongjoong releases you, kissing his way down your leg as he rises back to his feet. “I don’t know. You were doing such a good job on your own. I don’t think you need me.”

Crawling onto your knees, you poke your bottom lip out, “But I do need you. I always need you.” Hongjoong pets your hair, contemplating his answer for what feels like a painfully long time. Without a word, he kisses you on the forehead and makes his way to the other end of the bed. When he shifts to the middle of the bed, his back to the headboard, you don’t even question that the answer’s yes.

You position yourself between his legs, leaning back so that your head rests on his chest, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs. Hongjoong wraps his arms around your waist, his embrace safe and comforting. You spread your legs, knees pressing into his, back arching as his fingers sink into your core. “Joongie, mmph” you squeak at the feeling of his other hand laying flat on your clit, rubbing back and forth at the same rapid pace of those fingers rhythmically thrusting into your pussy.

“You hear that baby?” he whispers into your ear, “Still so wet. You must really wanna make daddy happy.” “I do. Want you to be proud of me.” Hongjoong picks up his pace, moving faster and faster the tighter your walls clench around him. “What? Look at how well you take my fingers, swallowing them so fucking deep inside you. I’m always so, so proud of you, baby.”

And just like that you’re seeing stars, trembling in his arms as you gush all over the bed, his fingers tapping at your sweet spot until you can’t take it anymore. You collapse into him, whimpering even after his fingers have eased out of you. Lifting you up a bit, he grabs the blanket tousled about beneath you, bringing it up to cover you as you cuddle up together.

“Hey,” he says softly, kissing you on the cheek. You smile up at him, your eyes bright and loving, “Yeah?” “I really missed you too.”

#hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong smut #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez oneshot

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bokutosbiceps · 10 months

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getting married

kirishima ikuya, nanase haruka, matsuoka rin, shigino kisumi, tachibana makoto, yamazaki sousuke (separately) x f!reader | fluff | 1.3k words

summary: how would marrying the free! boys go?

warnings: none! pls enjoy 💞

a/n: i cannot write nagisa or rei x reader because i ship them so hard. they’re literally so cute together + i can’t even imagine them not being together so 🙂

you marry kirishima ikuya in a traditional ryokan with a temple attached. he’s not religious, but temples have always been important to ikuya since some major events in his life have happened there + he always somehow feels hopeful there. your colors are a wine red/purple + white. he insists that you guys should have the perfect wedding, w all the bells + whistles. the ceremony at the temple lasts for like 2 hours, + you’re so thankful that it’s nice outside. ikuya is shedding tears the whole time but trying to seem composed + elegant. but you can feel him trembling because he’s clutching your hand the entire time. the ceremony is held in the only “party/conference room” in the ryokan.

it takes ikuya a while to get out of his shell + loosen up enough to dance. thankfully, hiyori helps him in this department by giving him a few drinks. then the rest is history. ikuya still can’t remember the small details of the reception, but he does remember trying to talk to the koi fish in the pond adjacent to where the reception was held. there’s videos of it, rin made sure of that. you have to drag ikuya up to your room on the 2nd floor of the ryokan + you nurse him back to health the entire next day. which was kinda nice, since ikuya is absolutely adorable when he’s all pouty. your honeymoon in stockholm, sweden doesn’t start till the following week, so you spend your first couple of days married to ikuya cuddled up to him and snoozing.

you marry nanase haruka at the beach, most likely the beach that he grew up on in Iwatobi. the man did not want to wear a suit + you, of course, know of haru’s love for water. so you compromise + he agrees to wear a nice, white cloth button down with khaki calf length pants. your main colors would be a lighter, almost turquoise blue paired with white. when he sees you walking down the aisle, all he can hear is the ocean waves behind him and your soft footsteps in the sand before him. the only thing he’s focused on is this moment, and the fact that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or how to express his emotions. will likely shed a tear or two. haru doesn’t write vows, because he thinks it all seems so rehearsed, so he will say what he feels in his heart when the time comes. you’re all left sobbing. haru doesn’t really like huge parties so your reception has music, of course, + he has a great time just dancing w you + his friends. the reception ends a little early because he wants to be able to spend time with you alone before being whisked away to your honeymoon in santorini, greece

you marry matsuoka rin in an aquarium in tokyo. he wanted to get married in Australia but didn’t want to make his mom + sister travel, so he opted to make his Australian teammates travel instead. both the ceremony + the reception are held in the aquarium but in different areas. he —surprisingly —wanted to take over most of the planning for the wedding. he has had this dream of being married in the soft blue glow of the huge fish tank, so you guys get married in the jellyfish viewing room of the aquarium.you don’t have set colors because of the darkness of the inside of the aquarium, but it works out because the light reflecting off of the jellyfish make for the most beautiful blues, pinks, and reds.

he cries like a baby the entire ceremony. from the time he stands up at the altar he’s crying. sousuke has to read rin’s vows for him because he can’t stop sniffling + no one could understand him the first time he tried to read them. the crying doesn’t end until the reception is held in the main viewing room since it has more space + the main tank has sharks! there’s tons of photos ops for the guests and lots of dancing. he wants the reception to end semi early, like around 10p, because you guys have to catch an early flight to your honeymoon in sydney, australia (y'all just stay in the apartment you share in sydney but you go on little adventures to somewhere new every day)

you + shigino kisumi have a destination wedding! he really can’t decide between paris and rome, but you guys agree on paris since it’s known for it’s romance, just like kisumi is known for his own cheesy romance. your colors are a dusty pink + gold or white. kisumi wants the ceremony to be short so you guys can spend the rest of your wedding partying with your closest friends + family! so the ceremony only consists of your vows + the official “do you take…”. he 100% makes the dumb “kiss-me” joke during the “you may kiss the bride” moment. kinda ruins it but is also so cheesy you can’t help but smile.

he lowkey cries during his vows but you can only see glossy eyes + hear little sniffles. people in the audience most likely will not know he’s crying. BUT BOY CAN THIS MAN PARTY. you guys plan for a tonnnn of wedding games that get the entire party up + bumpin. the party lasts literally till like 5a + you guys just head back to your hotel to begin your honeymoon, since you’re honeymooning in paris anyways

you marry tachibana makoto in a garden. it’s a super small wedding consisting of only both of your families + your closest friends. your colors are pale yellow + orange which mix nicely w the deep greens of the garden. he’s had his vows written since he decided he was gonna propose to you + getting through reading them was so difficult for him. his ears + cheeks are a furious red that contrasted w the watery look in his eyes. he makes it through, though, but the paper his vows were written on ended up soaked in his tears. you + makoto ended your ceremony by releasing butterflies into the garden, which was entirely makoto’s idea. he’s crying the entire time.

the reception is held in the greenhouse that belongs to the garden. makoto actually made most of the decoration, which consists of tealights in mason jars, beautiful floral arrangements, + little wooden barrels w cute photo op accessories on them. you have to practically carry makoto home from the party because he’s all partied out. he didn’t drink a drop but the dancing + laughter + fun he shared w you + his friends tired him out. makoto has always wanted to go to new york city in the usa, so that’s where you guys have your honeymoon.

you + yamazaki sousuke have a traditional wedding in tokyo. sousuke isn’t religious but he likes the architecture of old churches + wanted to have his ceremony somewhere with high ceilings. the wedding is huge, though, because of sousuke’s huge family. all of his relatives, whether immediate family or distant relatives, are invited because sousuke felt it was the right thing to do. your wedding colors are turquoise + coral, + the church looks beautiful decorated in these colors. the ceremony lasts about an hour + a half + sousuke is fidgeting the entire time. you couldn’t tell from his face that he was nervous but you could tell from the way he was cracking his knuckles, shuffling his feet, + adjusting his tie. you take his hand in yours + immediately feel him calm down. he whispers a thank you to you + the rest of the ceremony goes by much easier for him.

he says his vows with ease + doesn’t shed a single tear, but once you guys are on your way to the reception in a nearby hotel, he’s all sniffles + watery smiles. this man parties quite hard, especially w his friends. he’s overall responsible, doesn’t drink much, but he’s almost competitive when it comes to dancing. he will outdance all of his friends + even you if you try to challenge him. because of all the dancing, he’s complaining that he’s sore the entire flight to hawaii the day after for your honeymoon.

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sag3vrr · 8 months

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WE GET MARRIED ( IN OUR HEADS ) // matty healy x reader

PART ONE

• proposal!!

• i am going to write the actual wedding in part two ‼️

• enjoy 💗

i listened to this song while writing ❤️

Your vacation in Greece had been a dream, everyday spent with Matty and filled with loads of new experiences and memories you know you’ll cherish forever. One of your favourites being when you went turtle spotting, and Matty couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the way your face lit up whenever you saw one stick it’s head out of the clear blue water.

So naturally, when you woke up on your last full day, it was bittersweet. Despite the fact it was just like all the other days - waking up in your boyfriends arms, in a beautiful hotel, the sea view window’s light beaming in brightly, making you groan slightly as you adjust to the brightness.

“Morning, love.” You hear his voice, accompanied with a little snigger.

You tilt your chin up to look at him, as he was sat up and sat on his phone.

“Morning.” You smile, and he puts his phone down to put his full attention on you, as always.

A hand rakes through your hair, before tucking the loose strands behind your ears.

You sit up to match his height, so you don’t have keep straining your neck to look at him. You sigh as you do so. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“I know, but we’ve been here for like… i don’t know. Ages? We’ve literally done almost everything we can do here. And i guess it’ll nice to be at home again.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, you’re right.”

“I know i am.” He shrugs, earning him a swat on the arm.

“Oh, yeah, i miss our babies.” You pout and put your head on his shoulder.

“Our dog and two cats?”

“Do you think they miss us too?” Your chin lifts to make eye contact again.

“I’m sure they do, babe.” He giggles, leaning in and kissing your lips sweetly.

“Matty! That’s disgusting, morning breath.” You pull yourself away, manoeuvring to the edge of the bed to sit up.

“You know i’d kiss you with all the morning breath in the world!” He calls out as you walk over to the bathroom.

“Never say anything like that again.” You lean against the door frame, looking at him on the bed. You wonder how he always looks so good in the morning, hair tousled messily, curls all over the place, and eyes still drowsy.

“Wow, okay. Just trying to be romantic, but i guess you don’t want me.”

You laugh loudly as you turn on the bathroom light, your reflection in the large mirror the first thing you see. You smile to yourself as you stand there, in his shirt. A reminder that this is real.

“What’re we doing tonight?” You ask as you rummage through all your products you brought with you, only about 3 of them being Matty’s.

He hesitates, before speaking, but you think nothing of it. “Not much, think i booked that boat thing for today you wanted to do at 2pm. That’ll be a few hours, we’ll probably just go to the beach after. Then i’m taking you on a date tonight.”

“A date?” You grin, “what’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing much.” Your brushing your teeth when he answers, so you don’t see the look on his face, the sly and knowing smirk he always has when he’s hiding something exciting.

That evening, you walk together to the date, as hotel was near the restaurant he had booked for. You just hadn’t expected it to be the one on the sea front, that you had found yourself looking at multiple times as you walked past it during your holiday. But when you think about it, you know Matty would always go out of his way to make everything perfect.

“Matty, are you sure it isn’t too expensive?” You tell him, as you walk hand in hand towards the rather extravagant building, lit with lights beautifully. “You know i wouldn’t care if we didn’t go to some fancy place, right?”

“I know you wouldn’t, love, but just let me spoil you, yeah? We’re on holiday.” He smiles at you, squeezing his hand in yours ever so slightly.

The two of you wait at the entrance for a worker to come over, which is quite literally in seconds.

“Evening, hi,” Matty clears his throat. “I have a reservation at 8pm, its under the name Healy.”

The waiter nods, looking at his ipad for the name. “Yes, okay, It’s here. Follow me, please.”

You both follow him until you get to the end of the restaurant, the two person table next to a large window, a stunning sea view.

“Here are your menus,” he places them on the table as you take a seat. “Somebody will be over to take your orders shortly.”

“Thank you!” You tell him, as he walks away. “And thank you, too, Matty. This view is gorgeous.”

“Yeah? Knew you’d like it.” He smiles. “But don’t thank me just yet.”

“Yet?” You grin, “What have you got in store for us, Matty?”

“You’ll just have to find out, darling.” He has that signature smug look on his face as he shrugs his answer.

“You are full of surprises.” You laugh, shake your head and pick up the menu.

Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of the food as it came over, it was placed on the plate so spectacularly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to actually eat it.

You pick your phone up off the table to take a picture, snapping a quick one of matty too, as he drinks a sip of his wine.

“Oi!” He reaches over and snatches your phone off you, making you giggle, as he takes a picture of you.

You roll your eyes as you take it back, “Oh my god, that is such a bad photo.”

“You look stunning, love, don’t even start that right now.” He puts his hand on yours, thumb rubbing the back of yours soothingly.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You chuckle.

“Oh, i know.” He gives you a wink before moving his hand to finally delve into the deliciously smelling food.

“God, i don’t know if i could even eat a dessert after that.” You groan and you put your fork down, the meal was fantastic, your plate now empty, but it definitely was filling.

He had finished before you, and was listing off all the desserts for you.

“Actually,” Your mind changes rather quickly, “That sundae sounds amazing. I’ll have one of those, please.”

“Of course, i think i’ll have one too.”

Your deserts came rather quickly, and they looked and tasted just as good as the menu described them to be.

After being immersed in it for so long, you finally look up and see Matty as focused as you were, and you chuckle when you see a blob of ice cream on his nose.

“Matty, love.” Your voice makes him look up instantly. “You’ve got a little something—”

You lean over to swipe it off his nose with your finger, and then licking it off your finger. “Ice cream.” You grin.

“How the hell have you finished it already?” He groans as he realises yours is basically empty. “You were the one that said you didn’t even know if you could have one!”

“I can finish yours, if you want.” You offer, an eyebrow raised.

He narrows his eyes, as you watch him internally decide. “Okay. Fine.�� He pushes it over to you, “I physically cannot finish it.”

“You should’ve just shared mine, you know you can never finish deserts like this.”

“I might do. One day.”

You only hum in response, using the spoon to scoop up the remaining ice cream. You don’t even notice the phone in his hand until you look up as you put the spoon in your mouth — he’s taking a photo of you.

“Cheeky twat!” You scold, yet not really caring.

His chin is resting in his palm as he watches you finish the drink.

“What are you looking at, Healy?” You finally question it, and he only shrugs.

“I love you.”

It was quite random, but it still made your heart flutter and lip pout slightly as you felt an overwhelming rush of love for him.

“I love you too, and more.” The two of you intertwine your fingers on the table.

“Matty, our hotels that way, your going towards the beach.” You stand in place as he begins to walk left instead of right.

“I know. But you always said you wanted to experience the beach late at night, and it’s right here.” He explains.

He leads you along the sea front, and you think it’s even more beautiful at night than during the day. It’s quiet. Peaceful and calm. Only a few other people are here, a complete contrast to the usual loud and noisy families, with young children running around. Which of course is adorable, but being here with only Matty makes it all the more romantic.

The cool breeze in your hair is welcoming, compared to the heat you had been getting during the days, it was refreshing.

“It’s just breath taking, isn’t it?” You say, looking along to the the horizon in awe. “It’s kind of poetic, if you think about it.” The two of you have stopped walking now, halfway down the beach, surrounded by only sand. But you stood faced towards the water, oblivious and too deep in your thoughts to see what Matty was doing beside you. “How a place can be so busy, so hectic, only a few hours ago. People all over, The water splashing endlessly as people swim. The speed boats and turtle spotting boats people go on. And this be the same place as it is now. Not a splash in the sea in sight. Just calm waves flowing as they should do. There’s nobody yelling, screaming. It’s just the sound of the air and peace.”

You snap out of your thoughts when you realise Matty isn’t replying to you, and that you kind of trailed off a little too much there. So you turn to face him, only to not see his face. You look down.

You gasp loudly. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

He’s down on one knee, a small, ring box in his extended hand, open. The diamond shining brightly, begging for attention.

He’s smiling so sweetly at you, you feel you might collapse then and there.

“Darling,”

“Oh my God!” You yell, hand flinging over your mouth, before you mutter an apology and for him to carry on.

He laughs at your reaction, but carry’s on nonetheless. “I think its pretty obvious what i’m doing but… I had planned this whole speech in my head but now i’m actually here, looking at you, i cannot remember any of it, so i’m just gonna kind of wing it.” He takes a deep breath.

“I remember the first day we met so clearly, because it quite frankly was one of the best days of my life. You came into my life, and as soon as you did i never wanted you to leave. I don’t think i’ve ever met somebody who understands me so well, you just know me. You get me. And you’ve seen me at my absolute worst, times i didn’t know i would even get through, and you stayed. You stayed beside me the whole time and i feel like sometimes maybe you’re the reason i got through it all. I know i make jokes. I say stupid things, and i do… fuck up sometimes, and somehow you deal with me. But you’re the one thing i don’t want to mess up, ever. And God knows i’m gonna do everything i can to never fuck up anything, because i love you. I love you so much and i can’t imagine not being with you for the rest of my life.” His eyes are watering and a tear slips from his eye, and you feel overcome with emotion. “Because when i thought i’d loved people before, i wasn’t ready for how i feel right now, with you. It’s kind of funny, because George spoke to me about it. Told me he’s never seen me be so obsessed with someone. Because that’s what i am. I am obsessed with you and everything you do and i want it to be like that forever. I feel like i babbled on a bit there so i’m just gonna get on with it now.”

“My love, will you marry me?” He finally asks the question and you’ve never answered one so quickly.

“Oh my fucking God! Yes, Matty, obviously!” He springs up, taking the ring out of the box and placing it on your finger. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You basically jump into his arms, lips colliding messily in a messy and surge of love between the two of you. The box lay forgotten on the ground. Both his hands are on your face, caressing softly, while yours are wrapped around his neck, clinging on, as if to never let him go.

“I love you so much. This is so crazy, oh my lord.” You mutter again his mouth.

“I can’t believe i get to call you my fiancé.” He’s smiling so widely when you pull away.

“I could say the same for you.” You hug him tightly, face smushed against his chest as you let out all the waterworks.

“Hey, hey.” He pouts, lifting your head up to make you look at him. “Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’ll make me cry,” his brown eyes glistening.

You stifle a sniffly laughter, “Literally the best holiday ever.”

“Best surprise ever, more like.” He catches a tear as it slips from your eye, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My surprises are the best.”

“Definitely. Best surprise ever.”

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