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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

THIS IS IT

THE LAST ONE

I made it all 31 days without missing any 🎉 thank you so much to any and everyone who has followed along with me as I worked on these. It was both very hard and a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed them even a fraction as much as I did working on them!

WARNINGS: I attempted to get ever so slightly spicy with this one... prepare to be disappointed

³¹⁾ the backseat of a taxi

Matty swallowed a whine, knowing he needed to be quiet, George’s mouth on his neck as he fell backwards, sprawled out in the backseat of a taxi, thankful for the tinted plastic divider separating them from the driver. Paired with the darkness of the night, Matty hoped that he wouldn’t be able to see just what they were doing exactly. George’s hands were on Matty’s belt buckle and he bit down on George’s shoulder, causing him to let out a squeak as he tried to keep quiet. Matty was breathing heavily and he knew that if the driver looked back at just the right moment for them to be illuminated by a street light that he would most likely slam on the breaks and kick them out of his car. 

He had known that wearing the cowboy costume would get George all riled up, which is half the reason he had done it in the first place. He had seen the way that George had looked at him last year when someone had thrown a furry cowboy hat on stage. This year for Halloween he had found himself a pair of well worn Wranglers, and a pair of square toe boots that were going to be staying in permanent rotation considering how comfortable they were. A large and shiny belt buckle, a soft plaid flannel over a tight white tee shirt and a cowboy hat that he had paid way too much money for on the internet completed his look. 

He was pretty sure that his expensive hat was currently on the footwell of the taxi considering George had all but tackled him into the backseat. They had left the Halloween party early, George unable to keep his eyes, or his hands off Matty as they mingled with their friends. Gabi had smirked at them knowingly as George sat his full bottle of beer on a table, his hand in Matty’s back pocket and announced that they were heading home for the night. It was just barely after ten. Matty was pretty sure they had never left a party, this early, ever. 

George got Matty’s belt unbuckled and fumbled to undo the buttons, cursing softly under his breath as he tugged down the zipper and found that like a real cowboy, Matty wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

“I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” George breathed, kissing his way down Matty’s neck, rucking up his tee shirt so that he could bite at his chest, working his way down his stomach to mouth at the v made by the open fly of his jeans. 

Matty arched his back, whimpering softly in response, George’s warm hand wrapping around his aching cock and squeezing. 

“You have to be quiet,” George said, keeping his hand still, even as Matty’s hips bucked on their own accord, unable to help himself, desperately seeking friction.

Matty nodded, knowing that he needed to be, but that there was absolutely no way he was going to be able to, not with George touching him like that. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

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Why would I break my writing slump by working on one of my twenty thousand WIPs when I could start a new one that's really sad 🥹

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Hiiii Remember when I said I wasn't going to write anymore of the ATKH universe and then wrote that olympic blurb but then said I REALLY wasn't going to do anything like that again? Well I guess I really lied because I just wrote another little ATKH oneshot. This takes place sometime between the end of ATKH and the Olympics. Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George are not back together yet, but they are very friendly again and moving in that direction. Shout out to all of the kids and teenagers that were part of the wild post Thanksgiving pony carnage at the barn this morning - y'all inspired me. (Thankfully Pop was absolutely perfect and we had one of our best lessons in a while!)

ATKH Post Thanksgiving Blurb

George winced, and forced himself to smile for the parents watching from the viewing deck. He was teaching a lesson in the front ring, while Matty rode and Jamie taught in the back. He could hear Jamie yelling, and the scuffling of hooves as a horse clearly scrambled. He turned his attention back to Adeline and her pony, wincing again when he heard Jamie shouting for Matty to get on. He hoped that Adeline’s parents weren’t listening too closely to what Jamie was shouting. 

I swear to god Dora, either stop throwing your body, or I will ... I guess I’ll just DIE!

George closed his eyes and turned away from the viewing deck, letting his smile drop. He wasn’t sure if being in the back ring with everyone would be better or worse for his blood pressure. Probably worse— he was sure that Jamie would be shouting for him to get on horses as well. 

It was the day after Thanksgiving, and all of the horses were fresh. Normally, they wouldn’t try to jump school them after a day off, especially as the weather turned cooler and everyone started feeling frisky, but with them scheduled to leave for Thermal on Sunday, they didn’t have a choice. 

“Good job Adeline!” George called, working to keep his tone upbeat and positive. Usually, Polly worked with the pony kids these days, but with her out of town for the holidays, George and Matty were splitting her usual load. Matty had worked with the kids all morning, and now it was George’s turn. Billie and Phoebe had been extremely pleasant in the back ring this morning, George wasn’t entirely sure how things had devolved so quickly. Ross had gone back with a lunge line nearly an hour ago and had yet to return. 

He took a deep breath. Just a few more hours he thought grimly, they just needed to make it a few more hours. 

“Okay Addy,” called George to be heard across the ring and over whatever carnage was happening in the other ring, “I want you to pick up the left lead canter and I want you to get all the way into the corner like we talked about, and get super, super square to the pink jump, then, you’re going to be super straight on the backside then when you get to the rail you’re going to turn right, a big corner, and canter the jump with the flowers then halt  straight alright?” 

Adeline nodded and George said a silent prayer to a god he didn’t believe in as she picked up the canter. 

Please be straight so we can be done, George thought almost hysterically, he had forgotten how trying the younger kids could be to teach. 

“Nice job!” said he called as Adaline jumped the first jump. She might not have been perfectly straight and center, but it was the best he had seen from her all afternoon. “Don’t change your canter, just stay nice and steady through the turn!” 

Of course, George had barely gotten the words out and Adeline spurred Frostie. The pony bucked and next thing George knew he had a sobbing seven year old sitting in the dirt and a small pony, that there was absolutely no way he would be able to get on to school, running around the arena in celebration of his newfound freedom. 

He just sighed, thinking of the beer he had stashed in Matty’s fridge that morning. He was looking forward to having one more than what was probably considered healthy. 

*

“We survived,” said Matty, throwing himself down onto the small couch in his barn apartment. George had let himself in earlier, and he wasn’t hiding regardless of what Waughy might have teased him about when he had been caught sneaking in. 

“Barely,” George said, reaching over the small coffee table to hand Matty that glass of wine he had proactively poured him. 

“Adaline got bucked off Frostie,” George said after a moment as Matty accepted the wine glass and took a large swallow, some of the tension now leaving his body. He hadn’t even bothered to take his boots off, still wearing them and his spurs, his legs splayed out in front of him. He had lost the baseball cap he had started the day in hours ago, leaving his curls hanging sweaty and damp around his face. George was pretty sure he had seen it hanging in a tree in the front ring. 

Matty winced. “Dora fell off Keke and I thought that Jamie was going to have an aneurysm, then I got on Whisper, because she was fucking wild and Bonnie was doing fuck all about it, and then Bonnie got back on so I could ride Diego, but then Jamie fucking got on her because Bonnie was still doing fuck all and he wanted to make a point.” 

George winced, Jamie hardly rode anymore, between the rod in his back and his knee, and if he was getting on Whisper of all horses, he must have been pissed off enough to be really looking to make a point. 

“Billie was really good this morning though?” George said, the words coming out like more of a question. 

Matty nodded, taking another large gulp of his wine. “Yeah, that’s what Jamie said, that she and Ava are the only two he didn’t want to murder today.” 

“Well, the good news is we get to do it all again tomorrow?” George said and Matty groaned. 

“I’m lunging all of them in the dark tomorrow morning, I can’t do this again,” Matty whined, “I rode fourteen horses today, fourteen horses, I’m not even going to be able to walk tomorrow.” 

George grimaced, the nine he had ridden that day very much paling in comparison. 

“I’ll come help you,” George promised, anything to avoid another repeat of today.

Matty smiled, his real one, the one that lit up his face and reached his eyes and George’s stomach flipped. He had been seeing that smile of Matty’s directed his way more and more frequently these days, and he absolutely loved it. 

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I VOTE DOING ONE OCTOBER PROMPT OF EQUESTRIAN MATTY & GEORGE BTW

So, I told myself (and you all) I probably wasn't going to write anything else in the ATKH 'verse unless it was maybe some kind of prequel one day. I have however, had this idea rolling around in my brain for the last few months and after getting this ask I said fuck it. It might not be one of the October Prompts, but it's technically a request / prompt fill? IDK it's short but it's here, so enjoy a little peek into the future lives of Equestrian / Horse Boy Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George from the All the King's Horses universe. I'm sorry it's short!

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July 2028.

George could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of Matty as he walked Sally from the warm up ring to the arena. He had warmed up well, both he and Sally forward and seemingly confident. It had been a surprise to see just how visibly nervous he was when they began the trek from the warm up to the arena, Matty nearly trembling in his show coat. 

George was a few paces behind him, letting him have a moment to converse with Jamie, likely going over the final plan for the course. Ross was off to the side as well, ready to wipe Sally’s nose and shine Matty’s boots one last time before he entered the ring. George swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe that they were here, he couldn’t believe he had made it. But at the same time, they had, and Matty had worked hard for it, and George knew he deserved it. 

“Hey,” said Jamie, gesturing for George to come closer, reaching out for the water bottle that George was holding so he could give it to Matty. He nodded in thanks, handing the dented yellow hydro flask up to him. Matty smiled, accepting it with a small thanks as Jamie held onto Sally’s bridle.  

“Good luck,” said George, Sally was pawing at footing in the ingate, clearly annoyed she was being forced to stand quietly, “and have fun.”

“Thanks,” said Matty, his voice small, rough with nervousness, like the word had gotten stuck in his throat, and he had struggled to dislodge it. He took another sip from his water bottle and handed it back down to Jamie who gave Sally a pat on the neck. 

Lana exited the ring, flashing George and Matty a smile as her grooms rushed forward to clip a lead rope onto Norman’s bridle, the stallion prancing as he made his way down the aisle. 

“Time to go,” said Jamie, giving Sally one last pat. Matty nodded, swallowing hard, as he shortened his reins and trotted into the arena, leaving Jamie and George behind at the ingate. THe crowd cheered, Matty and his comeback story becoming something of a fan favorite within the equestrian community, his tarnished reputation shined and Sally earning her own fanclub. 

They had shown in Temecula more times than George could count, they had shown in every ring at Galway Downs. Matty had shown more classes in this ring in particular than George even wanted to try and recall. But he knew that it was different this time, a red and blue coat on Matty’s shoulders, an American flag on his saddle pad and Sally’s bonnet. The expectation of a nation weighing him down as he faced off against the five Olympic rings. 

The buzzer went off and Matty picked up the canter. The announcer was introducing him to the crowd, going over his and Sally’s biography but George didn’t hear  a word the announcer said, despite having the bio memorized, having spent nearly an hour laying on their living room floor helping Matty write it. They approached the first jump, a large and colorful oxer. George smiled. Matty was an Olympian. 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Yeah I have absolutely no idea what happened with this one but please know I tried 😭

⁷⁾ hand-rolled cigarettes

George smiled, unable to fight the grin that spread across his features as he took in the scene before him. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he was overcome with a wave of emotion, a wave of gratitude that this was real life. 

“What’s wrong?” Matty asked, concern heavy in his voice, “why are you making that face?” He snubbed out the hand-rolled cigarette he had held between his fingers, against the top of an empty coke can, before crossing the green room and settling into George’s lap and looking up at him with concern, a loose curl falling across his forehead and into his eyes.  

They were in a room full of people, Ross and Adam, their friends, their families and business acquaintances. But as always, George was pulled into Matty’s orbit and it felt like they were alone, just the two of them against the world. George wouldn’t have it anyway. 

“Nothing,” said George easily, because nothing was wrong. It was the opposite of wrong, everything was perfect, and he was just so fucking happy. 

They had played a successful sold out show, the first of the tour promoting their new record. Matty was healthy, Matty was happy. The critical reception to the album had been shockingly, overwhelmingly positive and Matty was positively giddy. Things were so fucking good. There was absolutely nothing wrong. 

“Okay,” said Matty slowly, skeptically. His eyes were clear, he was sober while George was very much not. That was another mark in the positive George though, grabbing hold of Matty’s hips to tug him closer. Matty was sober, not just tonight, but for always. 

George smiled, leaning down and kissing him, Matty melted easily into his touch, deepening the kiss as he allowed George’s tongue to slip between his teeth. Ross hooted in the corner, heckling them to get a room. 

“I love you,” said George, when he pulled away, ignoring Ross to take in Matty’s red swollen lips, and the delectable flush to his cheeks. 

“I love you too,” said Matty and George thought of the ring, hiding in the bottom corner of his sock drawer. He wished he had it now, he had been fretting for months, wondering when and how to ask Matty to make it official, to let him know he was committed to spending the rest of their lives together. But something told him that now was the moment, sweaty from the show, surrounded by all of the people that mattered. George swallowed hard, Matty wouldn’t care if he didn’t have the ring with him right this instant. 

“You’re making the face again,” said Matty raising an eyebrow teasingly but really trying to maks his concern. 

“Marry me,” said George, and Matty’s eyes grew wide. 

“What?” He asked, not sure he had heard George correctly. 

“Marry me?” George repeated. “I have a ring at home, but tell me you’ll marry me.” 

Matty smiled. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah George, I’ll marry you.” 

George smiled, pulling Matty to his chest. “Good.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Day three lets goooo and it's still 7:30pm where I live so it's still the third so I'm not actually late, I've kept up with this prompt situation three days in a row! Thank you so much for everyone who has read one of these lil prompts so far and who is still here! I greatly appreciate it and hope you enjoy this one as well! As always, it was written rather quickly without any editing so I can't over think it. Thank you again for always being so lovely and supportive!

³⁾ rose-scented candles burnt down to the wick

Matty couldn’t help but smile, nestling closer to George’s chest, adjusting the soft cream colored knit blanket tossed over their legs before returning to pretending to be absorbed in the book held in his lap. It was a fantasy romance that had been on his TBR forever, opinions on it had been mixed, but Matty was always up for following the latest literary Tiktok trends. He wasn’t looking for anything award winning, just something mindless he could lose himself in. There were dragons, and shadow daddies. Matty loved dragons and shadow daddies, but even shadow daddies couldn’t hold his attention the way George did. The rose-scented candles were burnt down to the wick, and his cup of tea on the side table had long gone cold but he couldn’t recall a moment in time where he had ever been more content, curled happily in George’s arms. 

It had been a lazy day, spent just basking in the presence of each other. Lingering kisses tinged with the taste of maple syrup and coffee, Matty’s cheek pressed to George’s chest as they napped. George’s head in Matty’s lap as they watched television, their bodies intertwined as they read. Or, well, George read and Matty pretended he was reading. Matty was really good at pretending he was reading while really just lost in his own thoughts consumed by the disbelief that this was his life. That this was something that he got to have, snuggled up next to George in the home that they owned in London. Rain was falling, soothing white noise, and George’s heart beat in time with Matty’s own. 

“That page must be absolutely captivating,” said George, setting his own book aside, a paperback thriller he had picked up at an airport ages ago, misplaced and then rediscovered at the bottom of his backpack while looking for a spare phone charger after Boots, Matty’s cat not mine, as George like to remind anyone that would listen, had chewed through his cord again. His breath was hot against Matty’s skin before he pressed his lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, visible amongst the collar of Matty’s sweater that was really George’s and thus hung off his smaller frame. 

“What?” Matty slurred, letting his own book fall closed as he pressed back into George’s touch. The hard cover tumbled to the floor and Matty winced, realizing he was going to lose his place and hoping he hadn’t damaged the dust jacket, he had paid a fortune for the special first edition having caught on late to the trends. 

“You haven’t turned the page in twenty minutes,” George said with a chuckle, “so clearly it’s so absolutely captivating, that you need to read it again and again, or you’re not paying attention to a single word on the page,” he teased, nipping at Matty’s neck in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. 

“I was reading,” Matty argued purely for the sake of arguing. 

George laughed again, his chest vibrating with the sound. Matty twisted in George’s arms. He wanted George to kiss him properly. 

“Oh yeah,” George asked, “what happened in the last chapter.” 

Matty frowned, wrinkling his nose in annoyance. He actually wasn’t sure. There was something about lightning and a wingleader? 

George just laughed and kissed him, and even though he was making fun of him, Matty didn’t even care. 

Day: 1 | 2 |

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Am I technically 37 minutes late with this? Yes. But it's officially my birthday so I can do what I want 😂 thank you so much for reading!

²⁶⁾ a roll of yellow crime scene tape

George wrapped his arms around Matty, tucking him to his chest as he stood at the edge of their driveway. A police officer was using a roll of yellow crime scene tape to mark it off, preventing access. Not that George wanted to go anywhere near the house again. He wondered if he coil hire someone to clean it out once the police were done with their investigation, he wondered if they even had to clear it out, or if they could just sell it as is. 

George wrapped his arms tighter around Matty, unable to feel the warmth of his body through the shiny material of the shock blanket he was wearing. He might not have been able to feel Matty’s warmth, but he could feel the way he was trembling. George ran his hand down Matty’s arms, trying to provide some kind of comfort. George wanted to leave, he wanted to take Matty somewhere else, but he wasn’t sure where they would go, that was their home, that was supposed to be their safe place that they were currently barred from. George also didn’t know if they were allowed to leave the property yet and he felt silly for even needing to ask. He wondered if it was even safe for them to leave. He hated all the uncertainty almost as much as he hated the man that tried to hurt Matty. 

He looked over at one of the police officers, talking to the neighbor that was currently trying to peak over the hedge. He wondered what the officer was saying, what their neighbor was saying. He knew that Mrs. Jefferson would be practically salivating, overjoyed to have access to the hottest of gossip first. George wanted to wave to the police officer, wanted to try and catch his attention to ask what they should be doing, but he didn’t want to let go of Matty to do so, and he knew that yelling would only startle his husband further. He couldn’t see his face but he knew that Matty had to be pale and wide eyed, though his gaze unseeing as his fractured mind struggled to unravel what had happened. 

Matty shifted in George’s arms, pressing himself impossibly closer. George knew he was probably imagining it, but he felt like he could feel Matty’s heart, still racing against his rib cage as the adrenaline surged through his veins. 

He hated that they were in this position. He hated that he hadn’t come home sooner, that he had left Matty alone and vulnerable. He hated that Matty already had a hard time sleeping, and that this was most likely only going to make it worse. George knew he, himself, wasn't going to be able to sleep after this, not anytime soon and not without chemical intervention. 

“George?” said Matty, his voice small and hesitant, shaking around the edges. 

George gave Matty another squeeze, letting him know that he was there, letting him know that he had heard him. 

“I don’t want to live here anymore.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I had high hopes for this one but alas it is now somehow 8:30pm and I am just now finishing it and it didn't necessarily turn out how I wanted BUT I did it, which I am counting as something and a win. Thank you so much to everyone who has followed along with these! I can't believe we only have a week left! This one is a little different - i included the prompt vibe but not the actual phrase!

²⁴⁾ someone doing up your seatbelt for you

George was trying extremely hard not to let Matty see how worried he was. But then again, as Matty’s head lulled on his neck, his limbs splayed loosely out in front of him, he probably wasn’t very aware of much at the moment. George sighed, maneuvering Matty’s legs into the footwell of the passenger seat of the car since it didn’t seem like he was going to do anything to help. One of his Crocs fell off in the driveway and George sighed again, tossing it to the car floor after him. He would deal with getting it back on Matty’s foot once they got there. Then again, maybe if he carried Matty into A&E he wouldn’t even need to deal with the Crocs, or Matty’s unsteady legs. It might just be easier. 

George reached across him, doing up Matty’s seatbelt for him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, hating how hot the skin was against his lips. It made him nervous. He didn’t like how high Matty’s fever was, and he didn’t like that he didn’t know how long he had been running it. 

“Wait,” Matty slurred, reaching out a hand just as George moved to slam the car door shut before making his way over to the driver's side. 

George caught the door half a second before it hit Matty’s outstretched hand. That’s just what they needed George thought, Matty to break his hand and then have to deal with that on top of the worryingly high fever he was already sporting. 

“Don’t leave,” Matty said, his eyes glassy and full of concern. 

“I’m not leaving,” George assured him, reaching into the car and placing Matty’s outstretched hand into this lap. He slammed the door shut quickly before Matty had a chance to try and stop him again. He walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat. He took a deep breath. It was going to be alright. Matty was going to be alright. 

“I don’t feel good,” Matty murmured, pressing his forehead against the car window. “I’m cold.” 

“I know baby,” said George, turning on the car and putting it into reverse. 

“I wanna go back to bed,” Matty whined, his words slurred together with illness. 

Matty had been feeling poorly all weekend, but it had all come to head when George had woken up to Matty, having crawled nearly on top of him, delirious and burning with fever. He was trembling and his eyes were unfocused and George could feel the heat radiating off of him. He had scrambled out of bed, tearing apart the bathroom trying to find the thermometer to take Matty’s temperature. When he couldn’t find it, he had dressed Matty in one of his tee shirts and a pair of Lululemon athletic shorts and shoved a pair of Crocs onto his feet before half carrying him, half dragging him down to the car. George knew that it was bad, when he hadn’t tried to fight him, and that this was the first time he complained. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 |

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The best part of going out with friends that have kids, is that when I forget / run out of time to finish the day's prompt before I leave, I know I'll be back at a reasonable time and able to get it done. On that note, I am sleepy and have to be up early tomorrow to go see Pop before work so I didn't really proof this one so bare with me. Even with the prompts being a little all over the place, I am super proud of myself for making it this long without missing a day!

²³⁾ glitter dusted across bare skin

George was transfixed, watching as Matty moved, swaying in time to the music. He was drunk, they both were, off of the brightly colored, fruity cocktails, lingerie clad bottle girls were carrying on trays. They went down easily, and George didn’t care in the moment, even though he knew that they were going to come back up a lot less easily the next morning. The hangovers hurt more and more now that they were on the wrong side of thirty. 

He hadn’t wanted to go to the party, but he hadn’t had a good enough excuse not to go, especially after Matty had come downstairs dressed and ready, his curls artfully mused and his eyes accented with dark kohl. George had licked his lips, his jeans feeling tight. Matty hadn’t dabbled in makeup in ages. He was wearing a sheer black button down, a black blouse, really, George was almost positive it had come from the women’s section. It was unbuttoned nearly down to his navel showing off the bright, bold lines of his tattoos and the sharp jut of his collarbone, glitter dusted across bare skin sparkling in the flashing lights. 

One of the bottle girls bumped into George, and started quickly apologizing, shouting to be heard over the pulsing bass. George was a DJ at heart, and he felt untethered and off balance being in the crowd while someone else was behind the table. His fingers itched, he didn’t know who was DJing but he knew that he could do better. He wanted to do better. He liked being above the crowd, controlling their bodies with the beat. It was the same reason he liked being a drummer, he was the one in control, he was the one counting everyone in.

“Come dance with me!” Matty slurred, suddenly pushing his way into George’s space, pulling him from his melancholy, standing on his tiptoes to throw his arms around George’s shoulders. He leaned on him with all of his weight trusting without having to ask that George would hold him up. 

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” George teased, letting his hands fall to Matty’s hips, rucking up his blouse, untucking it so that he could dig his fingers into the bare meat of Matty’s flank, savoring the warmth, the softness that he found there. He loved Matty so fucking much. 

Matty giggled, burying his face into the crook of George’s neck. He was most likely getting the glitter all over George’s own patterned button down but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He liked touching Matty, he liked being close and he didn’t care that they were making a spectacle of themselves on the dance floor. They were two halves of the same whole, and George ached when they were apart. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” George asked, leaning down to whisper into Matty’s ear, his breath hot against his ear. 

Matty pulled away, looking up at George with wide eyes, his pupils dilated from both the alcohol and arousal. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Today was really busy and now it's after 9pm in my time zone but I got it done!!

²²⁾ a turquoise-tiled pool

“You should put some more sunscreen on,” said George, causing Matty to lift his head up, blinking sleepily from where he had been dozing in the sun, he had the imprint of the terry cloth fabric of his beach towel on his cheek. His pale shoulders had taken on a pink hue and George knew he was going to be sore if he stayed in the sun for much longer without lotion. But Matty was also like a lizard, trying to convince him to come into the shade would be pointless. 

“Can you do it?” Matty whined, “I’m comfortable,” he said and George sighed, setting aside the book he had been reading, hauling himself to his feet and padding across the pool deck to where Matty had dragged his own lounge chair into the sun. The concrete was hot against his bare soles. 

“You’re lucky I love you,” George grumbled, pouring sunscreen into the palm of his hand, and bending over to rub it into the irritated skin of Matty’s shoulders and back. His skin was warm, both from the burn and from the heat of the sun and he flinched when the cold lotion made contact. 

“Sorry,” said George, quickly as he worked the lotion into Matty’s skin. He hummed in acknowledgement, the sound vibrating through George’s fingers.

“Thank you,” said Matty, drawing out the syllable, drunk on sunshine when George had finished. 

“You’re welcome,” said George, unable to resist smacking the curve of Matty’s ass, causing him to yelp, picking his head up once again to glare before George returned to his own lounge chair, in the shade. He picked up his book once again, a thriller that he had seen at nearly every airport bookstore while touring last year but hadn’t had a chance to actually sit down and read despite carrying it through six different countries. 

They had rented a house on the coast, the waves lapping the shoreline, a turquoise-tiled pool in the foreground, the water glittering blue and inviting in the sunshine. George wished he could snap a picture, wished he could remember this moment forever, Matty laying face down in the sun, half asleep as he did his best to cook himself, the water glittering. But they had been adamant in their agreement, no phones this trip. Both of their iPhones were upstairs in the nightstand of the master bedroom, locked away so there wouldn’t be any kind of temptation. 

A picture wouldn’t do it justice anyway, George thought, turning back to his book. A picture wouldn't capture the sound of water moving against the shore, and against the sides of the pool. A picture wouldn’t capture the birds chirping in the distance, the smell of salt and chlorine and sunscreen. A picture wouldn’t capture the warmth of the sun and the heat in Matty’s gaze as he looked over the tops of his sunglasses, inquiring without words if George was interested in going another round. Heat pooled in George’s belly that had nothing to do with the sun. He sat his book down and grinned. 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I wrote this one in literally ten minutes and did not proof read it at all even for like... typos because I am already running late to pick my friend up for a concert tonight. BUT I have made it this far, I wasn't going to miss a day now! I apologize for whatever this mess is, I hope you stick with me I promise tomorrow's will be better!

²¹⁾ a bodyguard’s earpiece

A bodyguard’s earpiece. A message through a bodyguard’s earpiece was how it started and then suddenly Matty was being all but tackled on stage, pulled out of the spotlight and ushered backstage. He was poured, limbs tangled and shaking into the back of a waiting SUV, the windows tinted, blacked out. George, Adam and Ross, the fans were left blinking in confusion, unsure what had just happened, unsure about what was to continue to happen. They were holding their instruments, and Matty was gone, something was wrong something was really, really wrong— 

But then George would wake up, and Matty would be snoring next to him, his nose all but shoved into George’s armpit, his curls askew and tickling George’s own nose from the way he had himself all but twisted around Matty, cocooning him, as if he could protect him from the outside world. George knew that soon Matty would awake himself, that he would complain about being hot, about George smothering him, cracking some joke about how George was terrified that he was going to disappear even though Matty didn’t know, couldn’t know that in the nightmares that haunted George’s dreams that’s what happened. 

Sometimes the bodyguard, George didn’t know who, his face unrecognizable, would tackle Matty and pull him backstage and out of the venue. Other times, he would come to the boys, telling them that Matty was gone and that he had ODed even though Matty had been clean for years. George didn’t know who he was but he hated him, no news this figment of his imagination ever shared was good and it all ended up with George, waking up in a cold sweat, trembling as he confirmed that yes, Matty was alright, Matty was fine. No one had taken him, no one had killed him. 

George untangled himself carefully from Matty, letting him sleep for a bit longer, George knew that he wasn’t going to be able to. The sense of wrongness that washed over him whenever the man from his nightmares appeared putting him on edge. He made his way down to the kitchen, meaning to get a jumpstart on breakfast. Matty always gave George a smile, extra pleased and sleepy when he woke to the smell of coffee and pancakes, settling himself at the kitchen table in George’s hoodie, his legs tucked up to his body as they started the morning. George opened up his iPad as he leaned against the counter, letting the coffee as he checked some emails. He opened one from Jamie, going over the personnel hired for their upcoming tour. The usual suspects were all present, but George froze as he scrolled down further, seeing the short bio and headshot at the bottom. 

A new member of their security team was being added, due to their rise in notoriety, but George had seen his face before. It was the man from his nightmares, the one that always seemed to take Matty away from him. He dropped his iPad, the screen shattering as he scrambled for his phone. He needed to call Jamie, he needed to tell him that in no uncertain terms, was that man joining them on tour. 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Shout out to my mutual who gave me the idea for this one. It amused me immensely and I hope it amuses you as well. Thank you so much to anyone reading these! I hope you're enjoying them.

¹⁹⁾ a second place ribbon

George smiled around his drink. Matty had been pouting all night, a second place ribbon sitting on the table in front of him as he drank away his sorrows, the faint sheen to the blue fabric reflecting the dim light of the bar. Ross laughed, when he saw the ribbon again, as he did every time he noticed it, folding himself into the booth across from Matty, having returned with another round. George grabbed his beer before waiting for Ross to distribute them and took a healthy swig. 

“It’s not fucking funny,” Matty whinned, glaring at the ribbon as if it had personally offended him, which in Matty’s defense, George guessed that it had. George leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to Matty’s cheek. He wasn’t drunk, not yet, but he was loose enough to no longer care about person space and boundaries. He wanted to be as close to Matty as was physically possible in polite company, if Ross and Adam could be considered polite. 

“It kind of is funny,” said Adam, taking a sip of the pint that Ross sat down in front of him before giving Ross a nod of thanks. 

Matty groaned, shooting Adam a look of betrayal. 

“You’re always a winner in my book,” said George sagely, wrapping his arm around Matty’s narrow shoulders and tugging him into his side. 

“You have to say that,” Matty complained, his voice slightly muffled from the way his cheek had somehow ended up pressed against George’s side. “You know if you agree with them you’ll never get laid again.” 

“No,” George countered, “I would just not say anything, we all know I’m very good at that.” 

Ross snorted in amusement, but then quickly tried to cover it up when Matty pulled away from George to glare. Clearly he hadn’t liked George’s answer or Ross’ reaction to it. Adam smirked, clearly agreeing with George’s internal assumption that he wasn’t getting laid tonight regardless. 

George sighed and reached for the bottle of red wine that Matty had ordered and refilled his wine glass, hoping that would be enough to distract him from his impending identity crisis. George had had to suppress a snicker when Matty had ordered it in the first place, because it was just so Matty to order a fucking bottle of wine at the bar. 

Matty gave him a small smile of thanks and took the glass into his hand, before taking a sip. He didn’t bother savoring it, George suspected the wine was shit, it wasn’t that kind of bar. 

“I just,” Matty said, his lips looking extra red from the wine and the way he kept licking his lower lip before worrying it between his teeth. George wanted to take him home and kiss him for real but he knew Matty wasn’t ready to leave yet. “I just, I should have won,” he said, “Like, I’m Matty Fucking Healy, like the actual Matty Fucking Healy how the FUCK did I get second place in a Matty Healy impersonation contest?!” 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I'm going to be so honest I'm not sure at all what happened with this one but after a not so great day I'm glad that I was able to get it done! Thank you so any and everyone who has given any of these a chance!

¹⁷⁾ spiced cologne

Matty wrapped his arms around George’s shoulders, burying his face in George’s neck, breathing in deeply the scent of his spiced cologne mingled with the smell that was so purely George, that was so purely home. 

“I missed you,” Matty said, his words muffled from the way his lips were pressed against George’s skin. 

George chuckled and Matty could feel the vibrations in his own chest from the way they were pressed together, George’s hand running down his back in a rhythm that Matty wasn’t sure if it was supposed to sooth him or George. 

“I missed you too,” said George, pressing a kiss to the top of Matty’s head, he lingered with his nose buried in Matty’s hair, the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and eucalyptus shampoo enveloping him. 

“Next time you have to go to the states,” said Matty, his words still muffled because he wasn’t untangling himself from George until he absolutely had to, he was just going to live in the crook of his neck. “I’m coming with you.” 

George had spent two weeks in New York City before flying to Los Angeles for a third week to work on his new label. Matty knew that he would have just gotten in the way, he would have just been a distraction. He was supposed to be taking it easy anyway, he was supposed to be resting his body and his voice. Following George around America wasn’t relaxing in the slightest but three weeks apart had been too many weeks. 

“Sounds like a plan,” said George, giving Matty another squeeze before pulling away so that he could look at him properly. They had FaceTimed every night, but it was different getting to see Matty in person, the lines around his eyes and the gray in his hair not as prominent through the screen of their pixelated FaceTime calls. 

“Fuck,” said George pulling Matty into his arms again, “I missed you so fucking much.” 

This time it was Matty’s turn to chuckle, though he would never complain about being in George’s arms. Though, maybe they should have at least shut the front door, he thought, the cold, autumn air starting to seep into the house, the neighbors cat that always jumped up the wall into their garden meowed, peeking his head into their foyer with interest. 

Matty hadn’t even pretended that he wasn’t waiting, watching the front door as he tracked George’s journey from Heathrow back to their home in Queen’s Park. George had barely stepped inside before Matty had flung himself at him, George dropping the bags he had been carrying to catch Matty as they embraced. 

“I love you,” said Matty, tears filling his eyes. He was just so happy that George was home, that the piece of his heart he hadn’t even realized he was missing had returned, leaving him feeling whole once again. 

“I love you more,” said George and Matty just smiled, it was a familiar argument, who loved the other more. Matty was just happy that they were reunited to have the argument. 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hiiii Happy Tuesday! No chaptered fic update today because conference but I am very pleased that I once again managed to get this one written during session breaks! It's a little all over the place because I wrote it very quickly during the session breaks BUT I got it written and now I am posting it and for this little exercise that is what matters! Thank you so much to everyone who has read any of these little prompt fills or any of my other works. I greatly appreciate it!

¹⁵⁾ a lone silver earring

If it wasn’t for a lone silver earring, a small hoop, found twisted in the bedsheets, George wouldn’t have believed the night before had really happened. He would have believed it to be a wet fever dream, a drunken desperate attempt from his memory to remind him what he had lost. 

But he and Matty had stumbled through the entryway. They had giggled as Matty tripped over his own feet going up the stairs. He had pushed George into the bedroom before throwing himself down onto the bed next to him, then crawled on top of him. They had pressed their lips pressed together as Matty tried to bring them impossibly closer, acting as if he tried hard enough he could burrow into George’s skin. He bit and licked at George’s lips like he wanted to devour him, like doing so would bring him some kind of salvation. George’s fingers were fisted in his hair like he didn’t want to ever let him go. They didn’t do that anymore, but as Matty buried his face in his neck, his breath erratic and desperate, George couldn’t remember why they had stopped. 

The next morning Matty was gone, and George couldn’t even find a trace of his scent on the sheets, the clothes dumped on the floor collected as he left during the midnight hours, a thief escaping in the night with George’s heart in his rucksack. If it wasn’t for the earring, found when George had gotten up and stripped the bed, he never would have believed it had happened, again, instead believing it to be a figment of his imagination, a desperate dream for what they once had and what they could have been again. He’s not sure if he had been changing the sheets to erase what had happened, or because he was searching for proof that it had been real. George wasn’t sure which would have hurt more, Matty having been there and gone, or Matty having never been there at all. 

George knew that it had been toxic, when they had tried it for real and that any time they tumbled into bed together, it was with that same air of toxicity. They had been too young, and had burned too bright, Matty deep in the throngs of addiction and George tangled in the binds of anxiety. George picked up the earring, the small silver hoop. Matty had been wearing it for the last few years, their fans cheekily calling it his slut hoop. George wondered what the implications of him losing his slut hoop in the bed of a drunken hook up. Because as much as George hated it, that is all that he was to Matty, a drunken hookup before he went back to the home he shared with her. George hated how much he liked her, he hated how good they were for each other almost as much as he hated his inability to stay away. 

They were getting older and as George raised his fingers to touch his lips, bruised and swollen from being crushed against Matty’s own, he wondered if there would ever be a them again. He wondered if he wanted there to be, or if it would hurt less for it to be over for real. 

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

So after working suuuper hard on today's prompt I realized that the list I was using skipped #10 and that I had actually filled prompt #11 SO I have gone and I have found a #10 on a DIFFERENT list and filled that one... you'll get #11 tomorrow! I don't like this one as much seeing as how I just like... frantically wrote it after realizing the one I had just finished was #11 and not #10... So have a subpar #10 and check back tomorrow it's much better...

¹⁰⁾ cold hands

Matty’s hands were always cold, I have poor circulation, he would grumble, shoving his fingers into the crook of George’s neck for warmth, causing him to gasp and flinch away. It wasn’t just Matty’s hands that were always cold, he, as a being, was always cold. He could always be found wrapped up in blankets and hoodies, the temperature control in their flat set to near tropical temperatures. Matty was always cold, and Matty always had cold hands. It was a fact of life that George had accepted, making sure he reminded Matty to bring a pair of gloves or mittens when it was 10 degrees or cooler out. 

So Matty’s hands being warm, his fingers wrapped around George’s wrist as he begged him to stay a few more minutes, was enough to sound the alarm in George’s brain, alerting him to the fact that something wasn’t right. 

“I’m fine,” Matty grumbled, when George voiced this concern, adjusting the sheet he was tangled up in, that was another check in the worry column George thought. Matty had kicked off his many blankets in his sleep, leaving him wrapped in just the top sheet. Despite the lack of blankets his cheeks were flushed, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t have a fever.” He insisted. 

 “I’m just really tired, and really deserve snuggles, and you are currently withholding snuggles which is honestly extremely rude of you.” Matty complained.

“I’ll be right back,” George tried to placate him, knowing that if Matty really was sick, if he really did have a fever like George suspected, he was going to be even clingier than usual. He also was going to most likely realize just how poorly he was really feeling once he was properly awake, which meant that the sooner George got some medicine in him the better. 

“Or you could just stay,” Matty pouted. George frowned, trying to decide if Matty sounded congested, or if his voice had always sounded like that in the morning. 

“I’ll be right back,” George promised, slipping out of Matty’s grasp. He quickly crossed the expanse of their bedroom and retrieved the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. He also grabbed a bottle of an over the counter fever reliever. Matty’s hydro flask was sitting untouched on his nightstand. 

“Open your mouth,” George said, climbing back up onto the bed to kneel over Matty who opened his eyes with a frown.

“I know I said I felt fine but I’m not sure I’m really up for that this morning—” Matty started before George cut him off by shoving the thermometer into his mouth and under his tongue. 

Matty frowned, his harsh gaze showing just how betrayed he felt by George’s surprise attack. The thermometer beeped a moment later and Matty quickly spat it out, letting George look at the digital display. 

“I was right,” said George smugly before instantly feeling guilty, this was one time where it probably would have been better if he was wrong. “You have a fever.” 

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