#box band

[ro-writesstuff]

jealousy, jealousy - matty healy

minors DNI, all my fics are 18+

summary: you don't tell your best friend you're going on a date.

content warnings: cursing, angst, pining

Against your outward disapproval, your friend set you up with a friend of a friend. He was your type: built and tall and handsome, with a hint of mysteriousness to him. 

However that role in your life was already filled. 

You and Matty had been friends for a while. He was always your brother’s friend, though, so you were skeptical of him at first. You’d grown closer over the years, reluctantly in the beginning to be honest, but found Matty to be kind and genuine. Your relationship turned into something more over the past year, however.

Not “more” as in you were dating, or officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but you just got more… comfortable around each other. Certain things he did set off something within you, though like him being a gentleman and walking you to your car, bringing you flowers for different accomplishments, that kind of stuff. Then it escalated to cuddling on the couch, and doing couple-y activities like going to the movies. 

You always pushed away whatever feelings you had of Matty, never truly certain of what they really were. He was just a friend and it stayed that way for years. And that was the problem.

Though it took some convincing from your friend, you decided to meet up with the guy. It was just a date, after all. 

It couldn’t hurt, right?

***

You opened the door to you and your brothers’ apartment with a soft push, hoping your brother was asleep. Your eyes were met with the harsh contrast of the TV against the darkness of the living room, forcing your vision to narrow. The loading screen of some game played silently, characters running amok on the screen. To your luck, you heard George’s familiar, soft snores erupt from the couch as you took a breath to shut the door. 

A figure popped up from the couch, hair messy and curly and gorgeous. Without fail you knew who it was. 

Voice hushed, you greeted him. “Oh hey Matty, I didn’t know-“ 

“Do you know what fucking time it is Y/N?” His voice was gruff and hushed as to not wake your sleeping brother next to him. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. 

“Oh uh,” 

“Where have you been?” It was clear worry and anger was evident in his voice. More so anger.

Jealousy even? Maybe. 

A pang of confusion and fear hit your chest. He’s never talked to you this way, and it started to freak you out.

You responded slowly, gauging him, “On a date.” 

A date. A date? You told him everything, why not this? To be honest, he came over to George’s to of course see his mate, but to get a glimpse of you as well. He’d been having a rough day, and he knew the best medicine was the mix of you both. So, when that didn’t happen he was much more agitated than he was earlier. 

His chest tightened as he was trying to keep himself calm. “Okay. Now exactly where were you,” he stepped closer, and you could smell his cologne; the one that normally smells sweet but has worn off with the hint of cigarettes. 

He’d been acting like he wasn’t just checking your location for the last hour trying to find out where you were, and the maps app didn’t know either; just somewhere twenty five minutes away. 

“At his apartment.” 

Damn it. 

He knew he was being paranoid, but hundreds of scenarios swam in his head. What if he was just charming enough to make you think he was the one when all he really wanted was sex? What if he was the kind of guy to kick you out of his apartment in the middle of the night and left you all alone? What if he was some deranged serial killer that could have hurt you? 

You’re the one and only thing he truly cares for. And the thought of you and some fucking guy started to make his blood boil. No one was supposed to take you from him. You were his. 

He was seething. “Fuck, Y/N. Seriously? He could’ve killed you!” 

Your brother stirred on the couch, a good reminder to you both to keep your voices hushed. 

“It was just a date, why do you care?”

He felt the tightness again in his chest, as well as a familiar feeling he had been trying to figure out for years. Last time, “just a date” turned into a serious boyfriend, who inevitably broke your heart, leaving Matty to piece it back together just to see you run off to another guy to try and forget him. 

Matty had been waiting ages to tell you that he’d fancied you. Constantly promising himself that he’d never let his emotions get in the way of your friendship; he was a big boy, he could handle that. Matty simply wanted whatever you did, even if it meant you kissing and loving someone else. 

He couldn’t let you know it bothered him this much, though. Not like this. 

Defeated, he sighs, dropping his volume. “It’s just late, and you know I worry. Just, uh, just, glad you’re home safe.” Once again he plopped down on your couch, remnants of a glum expression on his face as his thumb slid over hitting the ‘play’ button as cartoon characters silently cheered across the screen, distracting him from the overwhelming urge to say those three little words. 

You scoffed, trotting to your room, annoyed at his actions. He bugged you more than words can describe sometimes. 

*** 

Repeated buzzes on your nightstand awoke you from sleep. 12 messages from your friends’ group text, probably asking you how your date went, along with a text each from George, your mum, and Matty. You clicked Matty’s first, anticipating a small apology and an emoji. 

Be careful when you open your door, love. Don’t crush anything. 

Confused, you throw the sheets off you, cracking open your door seeing a Tesco bag and wrappers of your favorite candy peeking out of it, alongside beautiful daisies wrapped in plastic with a note on top of them. Picking them up, you sat them on your bed as you read the sloppy handwriting. 

Sorry bout last night. Hope it didn’t spoil your evening. Take these as a sign of my utmost gratitude you didn’t curse me out xx

You chuckle at the last bit, bringing the daisies to your kitchen to find a vase for them, as you were met by the man who wrote you the note. He shot you a grin like he always did, the one that made you feel so much in a span of seconds. 

Your heart fluttered. “Morning.” 

Matty loved the look of the flowers in your hand. His flowers. He wished it wasn’t under the circumstances, of course, but he imagined you holding the ones he’d give you for your birthday, an anniversary, something. He shakes away the silly daydream as you reach for the cabinet knob where you stored the glass vases. 

Just as Matty was going to ramble out an apology, George’s voice sneaked up from behind him. 

“What are those?” 

You reckon he didn’t tell George. 

“Oh, um. They’re from my date last night,” you lied quickly.   

Matty could feel the jealousy start to grow in his chest at just the thought of you getting flowers from anyone else but him. Although he’d only seen you a handful of times in the morning, it was a sight he’d always been happy to wake up to. The morning light always caught your features perfectly, highlighting all of his favorite things about you. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot. They’re pretty huh, Matty?” He said, nudging his friend. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled. 

Really pretty.

[kennedy-brooke]

feeling extremely emotional over the end of the bfiafl era tonight

[f4idrs]

just leaving this out here

[hey-man-huge-fan]

it doesn't not look like the box 🤭

[sure-thing-casey]

When did white rectangles become more than white rectangles?

[] go down soft sound and so on and so forth []

[] on this night and in this light and all that []

[unboundprompts]

hi! i wanted to ask how could i write a scene of a band performing and make it flow smoothly? Reactions to it and inner dialogue of the leader singer while performing?

I hope that makes sense!

Thank you :)

How to Write a Band Performance

Set the Atmosphere with Sound and Sensory Details

Use sensory language to capture the energy of the music, the movement on stage, and the audience’s reaction. Think about the sounds of instruments, the lights, the thrum of bass vibrating through the floor, or how the crowd looks.

Example: The drums kicked in, a thunderous heartbeat that pulsed through the packed venue. Strings followed, filling the air with an electric charge, and the lights dimmed just enough for the crowd to lean in, hungry for the next note.

Anchor the Lead Singer’s Focus

The lead singer might catch moments in the crowd, like a fan mouthing every lyric, someone laughing, or even seeing familiar faces in the sea of people. These little connections add a human touch and make the performance feel alive.

Example: He spotted a girl in the front row, eyes closed, every word leaving her lips like a prayer. She knew each lyric by heart, maybe better than he did. That look kept him grounded—kept him singing.

Use Inner Dialogue to Show Nerves, Confidence, or Distraction

Let the lead singer’s mind wander a bit, but keep it tethered to the music. They might think of something unrelated that they suppress to stay focused, or maybe they reflect on what this song means to them, especially if it’s deeply personal or symbolic.

Example: Here we go. Breathe. Just like rehearsal. But it was never just like rehearsal. Each word brought him back to the night he wrote it—a night he barely survived. He shook off the thought. No. Tonight, it’s just for them.

Describe Body Movements and How They Connect to Emotion

Physical sensations can be as telling as dialogue. The lead singer might feel the warmth of the spotlight, the stickiness of sweat on their skin, or the way their voice feels strong, raw, or strained.

Example: He gripped the mic stand, fingers tight, and leaned forward. His voice cracked on a high note, but he let it, gave it to the crowd raw. They wanted his truth, his realness. That was all he had to give.

Show the Crowd’s Reaction

Describe reactions like a wave, where energy ebbs and flows. The crowd might sway during slower parts, roar during the chorus, or go silent in the song’s more intimate moments. This back-and-forth dance adds rhythm to the scene.

Example: As the first chorus hit, the crowd became a sea of outstretched hands, fingers clawing for a piece of the music. A roar rose, then softened as they sang with him, their voices tangling with his own, something fragile and fierce all at once.

Balance Between Action and Inner Thoughts

To keep the scene flowing, alternate between what the singer does (interacting with the mic, moving on stage) and what they think. Too much inner dialogue could slow down the scene, so give action and reaction space to keep the reader engaged.

Example: He took a step back, holding the last note, letting it resonate through the space. He stole a glance at his bandmates. They were lost in the music too, faces set, eyes closed. It felt like the old days—a secret between them, shared with everyone.

End with a Climactic Moment or a Release of Tension

End the scene with a dramatic finish, like a powerful note, a burst of applause, or even silence if it’s an emotional song. The lead singer could feel relieved, drained, or exhilarated by the end.

Example: As the last chord faded, a brief silence hung over the crowd—a pause, a heartbeat—before it shattered with applause. He closed his eyes, letting it wash over him, knowing that for now, the song was enough.

[kamianimation]

"just a vessel"

(11 second animation loop)

Took me around 11 and a half hours to finish (not including rendering)

This was supposed to be a regular drawing, but after I finished the sketch the whole idea didn't click in my mind. I tried adding shading - still nothing. Then drew a Goat version, to maybe make it a 2 pieces series. But it still wasn't good, so I decided to make it an animation instead. I think it is good now?? Dunno

[cardi-c]

Rite Here Rite Now

[copias-juicebox]

Then:

Now:

So we know who taught Papa...

[conjuring-ghouls]

Eye contact for the lovely @sakuraspoke ♡ video by spotifa on tiktok

[tasty-ribz]

GHOST: Rite Here Rite Now

boxing robes but it's Secondo

[ro-writesstuff]

quick rant about Matty: I feel like people underestimate his talent and passion for music SO MUCH.

1. his ability to articulate the meaning and reasoning of why he adds certain elements into songs and albums is unmatched. his music video breakdown and even the simple explanation of the 1975’s ‘start-up’ sound is so so brilliant.

2. the lyrics he creates paints such a clear visual for the listener. heart wrenching lyrics like in ‘somebody else’ and ‘about you’ plus matty’s emotion when he sings leaves such a hauntingly beautiful sound.

3. okay so we all know matty smokes, but his voice still sounds absolutely incredible!! the richness and depth his voice brings an oddly familiar and comfortable tone when he sings?! yes, it has some grit to it but that’s what makes it so unique! not to mention that smoking damages your lungs, and matty can still put on hours-long shows without getting super winded -all the while being super entertaining- is incredible to me!!

4. he has SUCH a strong stage presence. he could just walk on stage a light a cigarette and everyone in the crowd would be enamored. he’s got this cool, calm confidence that radiates throughout the whole show that’s really intriguing.

i’m done now but thank you for listening 🥰

[ghuleh-recs]

he is the only thing in the world that matters.

[mmag-translations]

NinaMomo Onani | By pingke box

Commissioned by lexycakes65

[hey-man-huge-fan]

I see them everywhere.

[andromeddog]

t-4