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PROMPT: Mr Perfectly Fine by Taylor Swift

Mr Perfectly Fine

He was handsome. One of the most handsome men that she had ever met. So you can imagine her surprise when he spoke to her for the first time. Her father had forgotten his lunch at home, and her mother had sent her to take it to him. She was too busy with committee meetings and taking care of her younger brothers.

When Rose got to the bank, he had been out on the floor and approached her straight away. Instantly, she regretted wearing her jeans and t-shirt, wishing she had chosen something else, something fancier. A dress, maybe. Royce was wearing a three-piece suit; his dark hair slicked back, so shiny it almost gleamed under the lights.

The next day, Royce had come over with her father after work and asked her on a date.

For Rose, that was it. She was in love. And she got to be on the arm of Royce King. She thought it was a dream come true. She began planning their wedding, their honeymoon, their future. Was it too soon? In hindsight, yes… but hindsight, it was a wonderful thing. At that moment, Royce seemed perfect. He held doors open for her, paid for their dinners whenever they went out, complimented her on her looks. And he himself was no slouch; he had a great job at the bank, kept himself in good shape, and lived a lavish lifestyle.

But as Rose said, he seemed perfect.

Over time, she began to realise that not everything is as it seems.

It was only after he broke up with her over an expensive lobster dinner that Rose began to see what was right in front of her all along. He couldn't even give her a reason why.

Even then, it took her a good three months of water-filled eyes and snot-filled tissues for her to realise the truth. The entire time, Royce, according to her father, had been 'perfectly fine' and had even started to date someone else.

In reality, he was far from it. Royce was an asshole; not only did he break her heart into a million pieces, but he was a shitty human being. The only reason Royce held the doors open for her was so that he could check other women out without her seeing. The only reason he paid for the dinners was to flash his cash. And the only time he ever really complimented her on her looks was when she was dressed up to the nines, caked in make-up and wearing heels that were far too high for any person to wear.

Slowly, the illusion that was Royce began to disappear, and after several long months of breaking her heart over and over again, Rose picked herself back up, dusted herself down, and got on with her life.

Two years later and Rose was in a much better place. She had a job she loved, a home she adored, and friends she cherished. Not to mention a boyfriend who treated her like a princess.

Emmett McCarty was everything she wanted and needed without ever knowing it was what she wanted or needed. If that made any ounce of sense at all. He came from a working class family filled with siblings, cousins, and aunts and uncles. His generosity knew no bounds, and he had a mouth on him like a sailor. But he adored Rose and wasn't afraid to call her out on her shit.

Their first date was at McDonald's. Their second date was at the movies, and their third date was at his house. Nothing fancy, just simple, like him.

When she got a terrible cold that had her puking her guts up, Emmett had come over and told her that she looked like shit. He'd pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, told her to take a shower because she stunk and then proceeded to clean up the mess she'd made and make some soup for her.

He was the complete opposite of Royce, and yet Rose had never been happier.

"Babe!" Emmett shouted from across the beach, where he was stood over a grill. "This bastard won't light. Can you get my lighter out of fucking bag?" See, crass as hell. And Rose loved it.

Rolling her eyes, Rose jumped up from where she had been quite happily sat chatting to Rachel and Emily, and meandered over to where her hulk of a man was staring angrily at the grill.

She stopped on her way and grabbed his lighter, her eyes wrinkling in disgust at the sight of his cigarettes - a habit she had yet to get him to kick.

Walking over to him, Rose handed him the black zippo lighter - a present from his best friend, Jake.

Emmett was holding a cigar between his teeth, the end flaring orange as he took a drag of it.

Knowing she didn't like it, he turned his face away from her and breathed out, the smoke swirling above them before disappearing into the sky.

It made Rose smile.

"Thanks, babe," he gave her a wink and then leaned down to press his lips against hers, one of his meaty arms wrapping around her back and lightly squeezing her ass through her tiny denim shorts - shorts she may have worn for his benefit.

She loved the smell of tobacco, just didn't like Emmett smoking, so when she got a lungful of the stuff, she fought against the urge to bury her nose against the bare skin of his neck and inhale deeply.

"You owe me," she teased, her fingers tangling into his long hair—another difference between him and Royce. Emmett had long hair and skin that was covered in black ink. Royce regarded tattoos as 'degrading'. He'd insisted that she'd get rid of the small flower she had on her wrist, and take out the nose ring she had. Rose had just taken to covering the tattoo up with make-up and not wearing her piercing when he was around.

Emmett leaned down and kissed her nose. "Surely, you can't want more after this morning?"

Rose blushed at the memory. She'd woken with Emmett's head between her legs, tongue lapping at her folds before he'd fucked her good and proper, even getting their magic wand out to send Rose falling over the edge more times than she could count.

"I always want more of you," Rose flirted. Emmett had awakened something deep inside her. She was ravenous for him. All. The. Damn. Time. Not that he minded.

Emmett leaned down, urging her closer with the hand on her ass and kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips, thoroughly claiming her.

Their friends ignored them; they were used to them by now. Hell, Paul and Rachel were worse than they were.

It was a strange but familiar voice that had Rose pulling away and Emmett growling at the interruption.

"Rose. Rosalie Hale?"

Feeling more than a little bit of frustration, with half-lidded eyes, Rose turned to the voice.

Surprise coursed through her as her eyes opened wide, and she took the man in.

Fucking hell.

Mr Perfectly Fine was far from perfect.

Royce King stood in front of her, receding graying hair, pallid skin, and dull eyes.

"Royce," Rose said, clearing her throat. She pressed herself closer to Emmett. Not because she wanted his protection. But Emmett knew about Royce and how he'd completely shattered her. And she was worried that he might just kill Royce if given half a chance.

She felt him tense. His entire body, which was usually rigid anyways, thanks to all his muscles, actually went completed stiff - and not in a good way. His back became ramrod straight, and his lips curled downwards. Emmett's eyebrows pulled together, and he took a long drag of his cigar, no doubt trying to irritate Royce.

"Wow, you look amazing," her aforementioned boyfriend said, his eyes raking over her scantly clad body.

Thanks to the sun that had finally decided to make an appearance, Rose had chosen to wear some denim shorts combined with a bikini top, something she would never have worn with Royce. Her hair was loose in its dark blonde curls, and there wasn't a speck of make-up on her face. It was a world away from who she used to be.

"Thanks." The polite thing to do would be to return the compliment. But Royce didn't look amazing… or good… or even decent. He looked tired and old.

Emmett took another drag of his cigar and then deliberately blew the dark smoke out in Royce's face.

Royce coughed, wafting the smoke away, his eyes watering slightly. "I'm Royce," he finally said, offering Emmett his hand.

Had they always been that hairy? Rose wondered.

"I know who you are," Emmett told him darkly. "I should be thanking you."

Royce's eyes shot to Rose before turning to look back at her boyfriend, his hand dropping limply by his side. "Wh-why?"

Rose could hear the smirk in his voice. "Because thanks to your assholery, I got to end up with this beautiful woman."

Rose couldn't stifle the giggle that welled up in her throat, not only at Emmett's words but the look on Royce's face. His mouth was open and closing like a fish out of water.

"Now, do us all a favour and fuck off," Emmett told him quite bluntly, not giving Royce a second thought as he wrapped both his arms around Rose, careful of the cigar in his hand and kissed her like they were the only two on the beach.

When Emmett let her up for air, God knows how long later, she was a puddle of need, and Royce was nowhere to be seen.

Rose ran her hand through Emmett's hair, staring deeply into his blue eyes. "I love you."

"I love you more, babe," Emmett told her, giving her a wink and her ass another cheeky squeeze.

Emmett may not be perfect. He had scars and tattoos, smoked and cursed like a sailor. He couldn't stand lobster and would much rather spend the evening watching television than out at a fancy restaurant. He was flawed, just like she was.

But to her, he was her Mr Perfect.

Thanks for reading.