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sunshine and ducks | m.r x reader

prompt: was wondering if it’s possible for me to request a Slytherin reader who doesn’t typically go out with guys at hogwarts since she’s got high standards and Mattheo gets dared to try to get a date out of her, leading to them liking each other but maybe there’s like some twist where they both have been writing back and forth in an anonymous journal they found and they eventually plan to meet and they’re shocked it’s them or something?

an: I took a little artistic liberty, so its basically the prompt but with my own twist

warnings: fluff, mention of parental death

Word count: 4.6k

Mattheo shook his head, “There’s no way.” Theo grinned at his friend, “No way because you know you could never do it, could never get the job done.” Mattheo set his fork down, glaring across the table, “That’s not what I mean.”

“What’s not what you mean?” Blaise and Enzo joined the two at the Slytherin table, packing food onto their plates before morning classes. “Theodore, here, dared me to ask y/n out on a date.”

Enzo snorted, “Y/n? Like Y/n Y/l/n? Good bloody luck with that, mate.”

“Thank you,” Mattheo turned back to Theo, a smirk on his face, “Y/n doesn’t date. I don’t even think I’ve seen her go out with anyone in the entire seven years we’ve been here.”

Blaise nodded in agreement, “Yeah, her standards are way too high, especially for you lot.” Theo and Enzo looked like they’d been wounded, but Mattheo looked intrigued, “What do you mean ‘especially for you lot’, I’m sure I’m exactly what y/n’s type would be.”

Theo perked up, “So are you accepting the dare?” He held his hand out, ready to shake it, quickly letting out a hiss as Mattheo smacked it away. “I’ll think about it,” Mattheo gave his answer for the moment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what looked like folded parchment.

Pansy snatched the parchment from his grasp as she sat next to him, Draco on her other side. “Still playing with this, Matty?” Pansy went to open it before Mattheo grabbed it back, “Leave me alone, Pansy. It’s none of your business.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and looking to Draco, “Will you please tell your cousin that it’s a little pathetic to write back and forth to a mystery girl on enchanted parchment like we’re third years?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders, mouth full of sausage as he spoke, “Don’t ‘ive a fuck who ‘e ‘alks to, Pans.” Pansy pouted, crossing her arms. Theo, however, took this information and ran with it, “You’re still talking to mystery woman? I thought you gave that up weeks ago. Is that why you’re not taking my bet? You’re waiting on parchment Patty to confess her love to yo-” Theo was cut off by the sausage that was thrown at his face by Mattheo.

Mattheo got up front the bench, grabbing his bag and the parchment, “I’ll see you guys in class.”

His first class of the day was ancient runes, a peaceful moment in the morning where none of his friends were. Much to everyone’s surprise he usually got there early, just to have some time to himself. He also looked at it as a good excuse to be late to nearly all of his other classes, since he spent extra time in his first.

When he got to his table, he pulled out the parchment, a grin spreading across his face when he noticed writing was already on it. He found the parchment in the library about two months ago. It was left on a table that he and a girl he convinced to tutor him sat. At first it just appeared like free parchment, until he opened it one morning seeing your scrawl across the page asking if anyone had found it yet.

There had been an agreement made between the two of you to not reveal your name or any major identifiers. Mattheo was actually thankful to have someone to talk to that didn’t know who he was. As confident as he displays, it was nice to be able to talk to someone without fear of being judged simply because of who his father was.

It had become customary to write each other in the morning, doing a little check in. Over the last two months you two had built a connection, entrusting each other with information you hadn’t even told your friends.

Any advice on how to get through Divination at 830am?

Mattheo laughed to himself, you were a saint for suffering through Trelawny’s ramblings so early.

Make something up, say you saw a werewolf in your crystal ball, see what she says he wrote back.

He watched as your response appeared in front of him, Good thinking, Duck. I’ll just tell the crazy woman I see a predator in my future, that’ll get her off my back

He could tell she was being sarcastic You’re right, Sunshine, best keep quiet and just survive the morning

Professor Babbling walked in, causing Mattheo to stash the parchment in his bag again. He sat through class, surprisingly distracted. His thoughts drifted back to breakfast this morning and Theo’s dare. It couldn’t possibly be that hard to get you to go on a date with him, sure you seemed stingy with the guys, but Mattheo couldn’t blame you.

The pickings were slim, but he knew he was attractive. If he were going to get you to go on a date with him, he had to take a different approach than normal. He couldn’t do lingering looks and winks across the room like he usually did with other girls. He had to be straightforward.

That’s why when lunch came around Mattheo told his friends he would talk to them later and found you sitting at the end of the table, like always. You had your mix of friends, but it was known you often ate meals alone.

Some people thought it was because you were stuck up, the rumors about you having high standards had been swirling around since you denied golden boy Potter in year four. He had asked you to the Yule Ball, being a Triwizard Champion people were shocked you denied him. You had no interest in being paraded around like arm candy, especially by a Gryffindor.

When Mattheo sat down across from you, you didn’t even look up from your meal. You at first assumed some first year was scared or nervous from a different part of the table and came to sat by a singular person, being in Slytherin could be intimidating. When Mattheo cleared his throat you finally looked up from your plate.

You stared at him, eyes piercing directly into his, and suddenly he felt himself get nervous. You stared at each other for a moment before you spoke, “Can I help you with something Mattheo?”

That caught him off guard, “You, erm, know my name?” You laughed lightly at this, “You, sir, are Mattheo Riddle. Heir to the Dark Lord’s throne.” Your tone was teasing, “Everyone knows you.”

“Well I know you, too, Y/n Y/l/n.” You raised your eyebrows at this, “Do you now? What exactly do you think you know besides my name?”

Mattheo was nervous again, “I uh, I know you like to eat alone.”

“And yet here you sit.”

Mattheo let out a low chuckle, “Right, erm, I was, uh, I’ve been watching you.” You snorted, “That’s not creepy at all.”

“No! I mean, I’ve, erm, seen you around. I mean, we’ve gone to school together for seven years. We’re in the same house, it’s hard not to notice you.” Mattheo was grinning now. He was actually kind of cute, nervous like this, “Do you know anything about me that a first year couldn’t figure out?”

Mattheo smirked now, “I would love to get to know more about you, if you’d let me.” You leaned back now, lacing your fingers in front of you, “And why should I do that, sir?”

“Got a habit of calling me sir, there something you’d care to share with me?” Mattheo’s lips tugged at the corners. He was teasing you, but he had no idea who he was playing with. You leaned in on your elbows. Mattheo, intrigued, mirrored your position. There was now mere inches between your faces.

Mattheo had his classic smirk, the one he wore nearly all day, but it faltered when he saw a similar smirk appear on yours. You sat up now, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You’ll never be lucky enough to see what a good girl I can be.”

With that you left the table, leaving Mattheo with his mouth slightly agape. He watched as you left the great hall, hips swaying a little extra as you walked away.

A hand was clasp on Mattheo’s shoulder, “Well, cousin, that didn’t look like someone who said yes to a date.”

Theo sat down next to him, “Malfoy’s right. You fuck up the dare already, Riddle?” Mattheo shook his head, “I’m just getting started.”

You stared at the parchment in front of you, unsure of how to respond.

Are you going to the Slytherin party tonight, Sunshine?

You weren’t really one for parties, you’ve been to a couple in your time at Hogwarts but it usually just led to unwanted advances from boys you had no intention of giving the time of day to.

You scribbled back your answer, I’m not sure, parties usually aren’t my scene.

“Oh come on, y/n, go to one party,” your friend Darcy was leaning over your shoulder. You folded the parchment quickly, “Salazar's sake, Darcy, can you let me just have one thing.”

Darcy shrugged her shoulders, “You’ve been chatting with this guy for months, y/n/n. Isn’t it time you met him in person? Getting kind of pathetic pining after him like this when you don’t even know what he looks like.”

You tugged on your bottom lip with your teeth, “I mean, that’s the problem right? He seems so perfect right now but he could be a total tosser in person. I don’t know if I’m ready to take off the rose colored glasses.”

“Then tell him to find you then.”

You looked up at her, “You’re brilliant, you know that?” You open the parchment again, writing ferociously before your pen pal can reply again.

I think it’s time we met, what do you say? If you can find me that is

You waited a moment before seeing his response

What do you mean if I can??

You smiled to yourself

You’ve talked to me for two months, Duckie. I’ll be at the party. If you know me as well as you think you do, you could find me

“Gonna tell me why you have that stupid grin on your face, cousin? Finally get y/n to agree to that date?” Draco was leaning on his elbow, trying to get Mattheo’s attention.

“What? No, I’m going to do that at dinner.” Mattheo scribbled on the parchment in front of him.

Can’t wait to finally see you, sunshine

“Sunshine? Has Riddle gone soft on us now?” Draco was smirking, eyes on the parchment. Mattheo grabbed Draco by the collar, “One word. One word of this to anyone, cousin, and I’ll color your hair to match Weasley’s.”

Someone, Draco’s face became paler, “Okay, okay. Merlin.” He straightened. “You don’t even know what this bird looks like. She’s kind of interfering with your plan for y/n is she not?”

Mattheo shook his head, “I’ve got it handled, cousin. Don’t you worry.”

You set down your book, letting out a deep sigh as you now stared right at Mattheo sitting across from you, “Two meals in one day? Did I win the lottery or something?”

Mattheo laughed, “What? Can’t I just sit with a pretty girl at dinner?” You gave him an incredulous look and his shoulders slumped. He leaned towards you, elbows on the table and hands flailing on he spoke, “Listen, if I tell you the truth you promise you’re not gonna freak out?”

You nodded curtly, encouraging him to continue. “Okay, so this morning Theo may or may not have dared me to ask you out on a date, more so get you to go on an actual date.” You scoffed, “And why would he do that?”

Mattheo shrugged, “I may or may not have been staring at you, it’s fine, not a big deal.” You raised your eyebrows at this, but Mattheo only rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, y/n, okay?”

You laughed, putting your hands up in defense, “So what, I just go on a date with you and you win? Why is that even a thing?”

Mattheo wore a look of disbelief, “You’re kidding right? You- Y/n, you never go out on dates.”

You pouted, crossing your arms, “I’ve dated!” Mattheo shook his head, “Name one boy from Hogwarts you’ve been on a date with.” You sat there a moment, gnawing on the inside of your cheek while you thought.

“Now think of how many boys you’ve denied a date from,” Mattheo was smirking now, you just glared at him.

“Okay, Riddle, fine. I’ll do it. But just one date.” You pointed your finger at him. Mattheo’s mouth opened and shut like a fish before he found the words, “A-are you serious?”

You nodded, “Now, tell me what it’ll be before I come to my senses and change my mind.”

“Tonight. There’s a party in the common room. Be my date to the party.”

You twisted your hands, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Merlin, if you kept that up, Mattheo was going to lose his mind. “Tonight?” you repeated, looking nervous now.

“Something wrong with that? Just figured it’d be the easiest place for us to be seen together.” Mattheo was waiting for your response.

You let out a soft sigh, “I…I was supposed to meet someone at the party. No one knows about it, well, except you now. I just, no offense to you, I just don’t know if I want that to mess it up.”

Mattheo smiled, “It’s okay, I’m supposed to meet someone at the party, too. So we’ll just show up together, say hi to my friends so Theo can eat his words and then go our separate ways.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “Perfect. Okay. So, how should I dress? I never really paid attention to the girls you hang around, since they’re basically a revolving door.”

Mattheo held his hands to his chest, “Ouch, you wound me, y/n.” You laughed together. “But, really, wear whatever you want, Sunshine.”

You froze at his words, “W-what did you say?” If you could see yourself you’re sure that all the color drained from your face. Did he really just call you that? It had to be a coincidence, right? It was a common pet name, wasn’t it? It doesn’t mean he’s who you think he might be.

“I said you can wear whatever you want,” his smile was genuine, no sign or any give that he may know or be someone other than what he presented in front of you. You nodded at him, “Right, erm, okay. Well, I’m gonna go now, go get ready I guess. I’ll…see you later?”

You started to stand and he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it like a knight, “See you later, Sunshine.”

You pulled your hand back, maybe a little too quickly, holding your books to your chest and rushing out of the great hall. Your mind was racing, not able to untie the knot of thoughts that was forming in your brain. Mattheo could not be your secret parchment person. He simply could not. Sure, he was handsome. But he was a jerk. He was a manipulator, that’s what he did with women, manipulated them, swindled them, sweet talked them until he got to bring them up to his dorm. That was the Mattheo Riddle you heard about.

But he was nice to you all day today. But that could just be him being nice to get in your pants right? No, he agreed to leave you alone, said that he was meeting someone too. But what if who he was trying to meet was actually you?

Your head hurt. You groaned as you belly flopped onto your bed in your dorm.

“Y’alright, there, y/n/n?” Darcy was picking through her closet, presumably looking for something to wear to the party.

You mumbled, words muffled by your pillow. “Come again, dear?” Darcy was sat on your bed now. You turned your head to the side, not even bothering moving your hair from your eyes, “I think I know who my secret parchment man is.”

Darcy jumped up from her position, bouncing on her toes, “Brilliant, brilliant, that’s so wonderful, y/n/n!”

Her bouncing slowly came to a halt when she noticed you didn’t move from your position, “Why are you not happy? Oh no, is he ugly? How bad is it? Like Filch bad? Y/n/n, talk to me, don’t sulk all the way until the party.”

You groaned again, “The party. Merlin…I have to get ready for my bloody date.”

“You’re what?!”

You sat up, “It’s no big deal, Darce. I just…told Mattheo that I would accompany him to the party tonight.”

“Mattheo,” Darcy held her hands out in front of her, “Like…Riddle?”

“Do you know any other Mattheo?”

“Well what are you gonna wear? Oh my god, Mattheo?! Really? God, are you gonna snog him? I heard he was bloody amazing with his tongue,” Darcy was now throwing the slinkiest, tiniest dresses on your bed, continuing to rant about how much you should try and shag Mattheo by night’s end.

“You know I am trying to meet someone else at this party, you know that right?” You held up a dress before tossing it on the floor, “Absolutely not.”

“Okay well what about this one?” She held up a silky green number, corset style back and a deep v-cut in the front, cups like a bra for the bustier, “And you looked downright miserable at the possibility of who this person might be, might as well look hot with a hot person until you decide if it’s really him or not.”

You held up the dress she offered, flipping it back and forth before deciding to try it on, “I guess you’re right. I can’t really decide to have a bad time unless I know for sure that I’m right about who it is.”

You shimmied the dress over your hips, tugging a little at the hem, “S’not too short?” Darcy shook her head, “Absolutely not, now…let’s do your hair and makeup”

You rubbed your lips together after Darcy applied the gold and glittery lip gloss. You put on your old Doc Marten boots, in your mind you had to keep a little authenticity with your outfit and you thought it gave you a little ‘bad girl’ flair.

You did a twirl in the mirror. “Please tell me those aren’t the shoes you’re wearing,” Darcy had a displeased look on her face, both of you so focused on your outfit you didn’t notice the door opening.

“I think she looks breathtaking, honestly.” You both turn at the sound of Mattheo’s voice, your cheeks instantly aflame.

“We’ll I’m going down, I’ll see you two later?” Darcy shot you a wink and you waved her off before she left the room.

You turned back to Mattheo, “So really, how do I look?”

Mattheo walked toward you, tentatively placing his hands on your hips. You felt like your skin was burning where he touched. He twisted your hips, forcing you to spin around and give him a full view before you faced him again.

“I was being truthful earlier, you look incredible.”

You looked at the ground bashfully. Mattheo grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his, “Hey none of that now, Sunshine. Shall we go give ‘em hell at the party then find our real dates, yeah?”

Your cheeks burn further at the nickname. I think we’ve already found each other, you think to yourself, but nonetheless, you nod and allow him to guide you down the hall and to the party.

He’s respectful as he does so, keeping his hand on the small of your back. When you walk through the silencing charm barrier it feels like everyone’s eyes are on the two of you.

As you maneuvered through the crowd Mattheo’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. You turned your face towards him, only for him to give you a wink before seeing his friends in front of you.

Theo’s eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, while Enzo basically choked on his drink.

“They always like this?” You ask no one in particular. One of Mattheo’s friends comes up to you, “Blaise, very nice to meet you, Y/n. And yes, those two are always like that.”

You shake his hand, smiling. You’re introduced formally to the rest of the group, though you know all their names by simply being in the same house.

Mattheo offers to get you a drink and then leaves you with his friends. Theo and Enzo each scoot over, making room for you to sit between them.

As you sit on the couch, Theo leans back, slinging his arms over the back and manspreading his legs. “So how’d he get you to do it?”

You turn your head to the dirty blonde boy, “How’d who get me to do what?”

Enzo leans over then, “How’d Riddle get you to go on a date with him? You never date anybody.”

You laugh a little, “You’d be surprised.”

Before you could explain much further, Mattheo returned, saving you and pulling you to sit with him on another couch. At this point a few other girls joined. You knew them from your house and classes, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy.

Theo suggested playing a game. Mattheo leaned down, breath fanning your ear as he offered you to leave, “You can go find your date now if you want.�� You shook your head, “S’okay, I can stay for one game. Makes the date more believable, yeah?”

Mattheo smiled at you, a real soft and genuine smile. You could tell it was a thank you, so you both scooted your couch closer to the table for a game.

The game was adolescent, truth or dare. However if you refused to answer or do a dare you had to drink. The rules were simple enough and you were fine with participating. Blaise and Daphne snogged, Theo was dared to take a shot from Pansy’s belly button and Enzo had to admit he had a crush on Astoria second year.

When Enzo picked you for truth or dare, Mattheo gave him a warning look. You assumed this meant to go easy on you. “Erm, truth or dare, y/n?”

“Let’s go with truth.”

Enzo sat for a moment, tapping his finger on his chin, “If you were to date someone, like a proper boyfriend,” he paused to wiggle his eyebrows at Mattheo, “what kind of pet name would you give them? And why.”

You thought for a second. You could take a drink, no one could force you to answer. But it was also such an easy question, Enzo really did go easy on you. You could lie, say any pet name in the world. But you wanted to test your theory. See if what you speculated was really true.

You looked at Mattheo, who gave you a warm smile. Then you looked back around the circle. “I guess, erm, I would call them duck or…duckie.”

You could feel Mattheo stiffen next to you, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. “That’s kind of adorable,” Daphne cooed, “Why Duckie?”

You shifted a little, “Erm, because that’s what my mum called me dad, and they were so in love, like, proper love that you read about or see in movies.”

“Were? So they’re not in love anymore?” Draco asked.

“Cousin.” Mattheo scolded him, but you waved your hand, “S’okay. My mum died a few years ago. She was a brilliant witch, loved experimenting. Then one went awry.”

You felt yourself tear up a bit. You didn’t talk of your mum much. Mattheo rubbed your back, but your skin felt on fire. “Sorry I’m just gonna…take a moment.”

You got up to leave, heading toward your dorm before tears could fall, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself.

You could feel someone following you but you didn’t care, you just needed to get to your dorm, needed to let your emotions out because after everything that occurred today you felt like you were overflowing.

You burst through your door, someone catching it before you could slam it closed fully.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Mattheo’s voice was soft, but you kept your back to him. The tears were coming and you couldn’t let him see.

“Sunshine…” he pleaded. You turned slowly, eyes at his feet when you finally faced him. “That’s you right,” he took a cautious step forward, “You’re my Sunshine, aren’t you?”

He held his finger under your chin, tilting it up softly until your eyes met his. He cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that fell.

“You’re my duck,” you whispered.

“Is that a bad thing?” He spoke softly, as if he used his regular volume you’d shatter into pieces.

You shook your head, “S’not a bad thing. Little surprising. B’not bad.”

Mattheo laughed lightly, “Well I’m glad to hear that.”

“When did you know? Or when did you suspect?” Mattheo had his hands on your waist now.

“The first time you called me sunshine,” you smiled a little, “I thought maybe it was a mistake, or you called all girls that.”

“I don’t,” Mattheo replied quickly, “call all girls that. Before I said it to you I only ever wrote it down to…well I guess you.”

You both laughed a little at this, “Why do you think you said it to me? I mean, you didn’t know, did you? Or suspect it?”

Mattheo shook his head, “Dunno, after lunch and how you responded to me, it just came out. Guess maybe subconsciously I knew?” He laughed a little, “But I didn’t know for sure until the game, when you said you’d call your boyfriend Duckie.”

“Is that what you want?” You asked him, causing his head to tilt, “To be my boyfriend.”

Mattheo was smiling so wide his dimples popped out, you never noticed those before. However now you were going to make it your personal mission to make them pop every chance you got.

“Is that what you want, Sunshine?” Your cheeks heated at the nickname again, but you smiled at him through your shyness, “I think we’d be fools not to try, yeah?”

He cupped your cheek again, running a thumb along your bottom lip. He leaned in slowly, prepared to stop at any moment.

You lifted to your tiptoes, closing the gap for him and allowing your lips to melt together. He pulled you in by your waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.

He kissed you hungrily, eager, intent on making you dizzy. He held nothing back, and neither did you. Your lips collided in a mix of gasps and groans, fingers clawing at each other until you finally separated, much to each other's dismay.

“That was…wow,” for the first time in his life Mattheo didn’t know what to say.

“I agree,” you laughed, still holding on to his shoulders, “did you…wanna go back to the party or..” you trailed off, eyeing your bed.

Mattheo followed your gaze, “You gonna show me what a good girl you can be, hmm?”

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frailstateofhealy · 6 months

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babe, you look so cool - matty x reader

a/n: hi, this is my first fic!! i've never really written something and put it out into the world so i hope you guys enjoy! so sorry if this is hard to follow but hopefully my writing improves! i'm going to label this as 18+ just because it's angsty and has mature themes! also let me know if you want a part 2! xx

warnings: angst, cursing, depiction of anger issues, toxic love and brief mention of blood

summary: you're in a toxic relationship with the lead singer of an up-and-coming band in your small town. he's damaged and so are you but two negatives make a positive right?

word count: 2.4k !!

wilmslow. a small town in england where your family had decided to relocate to a few weeks ago from london to get away from the chaos of the city.

you were eighteen years old and this would be your final year of school. you were nervous about moving to a town where you wouldn't know anyone until you met a guy called adam who was nice enough to invite you into his friend group and introduce you to them.

you would never fit in with the popular girls because you weren't a cute preppy blonde that everyone liked. you had brown curly hair and your favourite colour wasn't pink like the other girls. it was black and that was the colour you wore every day.

one day during lunch adam invited you to the table where he sat with his friends every single day. as you approached the table you saw a tall guy with blonde hair and another with short brown hair who seemed a bit shy. then finally, you saw the one who was laughing obnoxiously at something the taller blonde one had said to him. the obnoxious guy's smile faded from when he saw you standing there in front of him like he was almost in a trance at the sight of you.

adam stood up from his seat and walked over to you. "hey boys, this is y/n. she's new here and i wanted to welcome her into our group." you smiled and looked at each one of the three boys sitting in front of you but your eyes traveled back to the loud one. he was so visually appealing to you and there was something enticing about him.

adam started "this is george, he's massive. this is ro-" adam was abruptly cut off when the obnoxious one stood up in front of you. "fuck off ross! i'm matty." he said with a smile while letting his eyes linger on you for a few moments before he forced himself to look away.

you looked at matty, he was beautiful. people would often argue that men couldn't be beautiful which you always believed to be true until you met matty.

george's deep raspy voice knocked you out of your trance "shit, matty just fell in love at first sight." george joked that day but he was right and he usually was right when it came to things like that. george and matty seemed to be the closest of the four, they told each other everything. they hardly ever had secrets between them and george knew exactly when his best friend fancied someone, especially from the way matty looked at you. he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art hanging in a museum, one that he couldn't take his eyes off of.

you began to ask adam some questions about his friend matty during the class you two had together. you knew you had to get to know him and you wouldn't rest until you did. something about him really intrigued you.

matthew healy. nineteen years old. he had spent one extra year in school because he got held back from not paying attention in class or skipping. when he was asked why he didn't show up to class he told the teachers that school "got in the way of his visionary genius" he had long curly brown hair that just barely touched his neck. he sometimes wore his hair up in a bun which matty preferred you called a "man bun." his normal attire was black, ripped skinny jeans, and any shirt he could find in his closet. adam really didn't go into much detail but apparently matty had a rough home life. his parents were always working and had to babysit his little brother often. matty had beautiful brown eyes, the kind you could easily get lost in without even trying. he was shorter than adam, ross, and george and they often teased him about this which he got quite defensive over. all four of them were in a band they called themselves 'big sleep' because matty chose the name after something he enjoyed doing.

they invited you to their band practices in matty's basement every time they had one because they could use constructive criticism which is what adam said. but, you knew it was just because matty wanted to look at you. george played the drums, and ross and adam both played guitar. matty was the lead singer which wasn't surprising for his flamboyant and loud personality. you knew they would be famous one day especially matty. he was the perfect frontman for a rock band, you could just tell.

you and matty had a thing. you wouldn't know what to call it although labels weren't always important. you two would catch each other staring a little more than it should be between two friends. the other guys always knew there was something more between you and matty but they didn't seem to mind. they just seemed to be happy that matty was excited about and that you motivated him to keep showing up to school. ross told you he hadn't seen matty this happy in awhile.

you sat there with your legs crossed and watched the guys in front of you tuning their instruments and getting ready for today's band rehearsal. they were in the initial stages of their band so up to this point they only really sang covers of their favourite alternative songs, most of which matty chose.

"so, we wrote this song the other night when you had that thing come up with your dad." matty spoke into the microphone and he seemed quite nervous by way his voice was shaky. the mere mention of your father felt like a punch in the stomach.

matty looked over nervously to his left where adam stood with the guitar pick in his hand. adam gave him a slight nod to calm matty's nerves a bit as if saying it was okay. matty put his head down for a moment "let's do this boys." your eyes traveled to adam as he played the first few chords of their first original song. it was a slower song, it started with just four simple chords and it remained pretty consistent throughout the song. matty started to sing effortlessly while staring at you.

"she had a face straight out of a magazine"

you looked at adam, ross, and george who all seemed to get lost in the music surrounding them. you nodded your head to the beat of the music while also paying close attention to the lyrics that matty sang. you were impressed, you knew they were good but not to this degree. you could tell by the covers that they would sing that they had something special but this just further proved it to be true. the music started to build as the guys started playing faster and with more passion. you loved seeing all four of them get lost in the music that they played. you noticed that adam gave matty another nod as if telling him to do something.

"but if you just take off your mask, you'd find out everything's gone wrong"

matty sang out as he started walking towards you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you hard off the piece of furniture you were sitting on.

"what are you doing?" you asked but you didn't get an answer, well at least not the one you thought you'd get. matty took a break from singing with the pause of the instruments behind him.

"i fucking love you." he muttered as he grabbed you roughly by the back of the neck and pulled you closer to him before you even had a chance to respond. before you knew it, matty crashed his lips against yours in what was a passionate kiss. you felt chills run through your body as he let his lips linger on yours for a few moments before pulling away. when he pulled away from the kiss he reached his hand out for yours as if he didn't want to pull away but he knew he had to. you glanced up at saw george and ross smirking at each other.

they finished the rest of the song and you just stood there dumbfounded. you had no idea what just happened, you weren't upset but you were just surprised. matty nervously looked at the guys and george gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder when all the guys stepped away from their instruments and went into the other room to give you two privacy.

matty finally approached you once again and you immediately spoke "the song was absolutely amazing but why did you kiss me?" matty stared into your eyes as he started to softly twirl the hair that was hanging in his face. you knew him enough to know that he only twisted his curls when he was nervous about something.

"fucking hell!" he finally said as he started pacing in front of you. "matty, what's wrong?" you asked in a concerned voice. you could tell by his body language that something was bothering him.

"i can't stop looking at you. i can't stop thinking about you and it's bloody frustrating. i'm not supposed to be in love with you but i can't help it." he walks back and forth in front of you at a faster pace as his voice grows louder.

"i can't even fucking go to sleep without thinking about how i feel about you. even when i do sleep, you show up in my dreams. it's just-" he pauses for a moment while you just stand there staring at him.

"it's fucking impossible. i need to be your boyfriend. i'll fucking do anything." he trails off while noticing that you're just standing there looking at him. he probably thought you were judging him but you just didn't want to interrupt him.

"shit! are you even listening to me right now?"

you could tell that he was starting to get pissed off. you knew it wasn't with you but it seemed he was very frustrated with himself. he got closer to you, so much so that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

"i need you to be mine. i need you to be my girlfriend and i need you to fucking fall in love with me or something. fuck!" at this point he was raising his voice in frustration. he bit his lip and walked over to the wall and punched his fist right through it. he fell to his knees on the ground, not from the pain of punching the wall but from the pain he was feeling in his chest. at this point, his breathing was fast and he had his head in his hands while he kneeled there on the ground.

without hesitation, you rushed over to him and got onto your knees. you instantly took his now bloody hand into your hands.

"look at me matty, breathe, okay?" you said in a calm tone while staring into his brown eyes which seemed to be darker than usual at this moment.

"i just, i can't..." he paused to gasp for air.

"i can't get you off my mind is all." he said with tears forming in his eyes. he wasn't upset from sadness though. you knew it was from the overwhelming feeling of passion he was experiencing at this moment. when matty had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind or get him to think of something else.

"matty, what makes you think i don't want the same thing? what makes you think i'm not in love with you because i am." you saw his face turn from a pained expression into an almost bright one. his breathing instantly slowed down now that you spoke. "really?" he asked. you looked down as you noticed a bruise starting to form as well as blood trickling it's way down his hand.

you started to cry, you couldn't bear the sight of him in pain. he cupped your face with his hurt hand, letting out a hitched breath while wincing in pain. he extended his fingers to wipe the mascara filled tears that fell down your cheeks.

"i love you so fucking much, darling." he said almost as he felt relief despite all the pain he must have been in. he wasn't in much pain though, at least not right now when he was looking into the eyes of the girl he loved.

he pressed his lips against yours. only this time it was a gentle kiss that sent shivers through your body. you had dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him when adam introduced you to him.

you felt helpless right now, you knew he wouldn't have punched the wall if you just spoke up when he was talking. what if him being in pain right now was your fault?

"george!!" you yelled out which was the first name that came to your mind besides Matty's. he was only in the other room so he came rushing in based solely on of the distress in your voice.

"what hap-" he stopped when he saw his friend on the floor next to you. george immediately crouched down onto the floor next to the both of you.

"shit, not again mate." george said he helped his best friend by grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his injured hand.

"he told me he was in love with me but he got frustrated and then that happened." you gestured towards the hole in the wall.

"he does this a lot. he'll be okay." george reassured while grabbing the ice from ross that he had brought in as if each of them already knew what to do.

"what did you say?" george asked as if matty wasn't sitting there right in front of him.

matty looked up at george with a genuine smile. matty didn't smile much unless he was telling a lame joke and even then it faded pretty fast. this one though was already lasting longer than any joke that he thought was hilarious.

"she said you she feels the same mate! she actually feels the same. can you fucking believe that?" matty spoke with a smile.

"i fucking told you you she would. hurt your hand for nothing you wanker!" george teased as he playfully ran his hand through matty's messy brunette curls.

"i got the girl." the curly-haired rocker said with a growing smile.

george smirked and kneeled off of the ground. "yeah, let's see if you can keep this one."

you looked at them both with a raised eyebrow and repeated what george said in your head.

this one? what the fuck does that mean?

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty x you #matty healy angst #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy #matty

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jojoreadwhat · 4 years

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don’t be fooled, the first two hours ruled / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

I woke to the sounds of my alarm bombarding my dreams like if it were a wrecking ball.

The sun drowning out the room, piercing my eyes with its welcome. Fluttering my eyes open, the feeling uneasy to adjust to, forcibly making them acquainted.

Today was the big day, the first time ever stepping into a new form of education. Was I ready? Of course not, who was?

I sat up in disapproval, stretching out my legs till they reached the mat and placing weight into them like a box full of twenty hand me down paperbacks. Retreating to my mirror, noticing the slight bags forming from the lack of sleep of the night before. That were only bound to get darker further into the semester. Like how time changes make the sun go down sooner and the night have the closing act.

My mind was racing last night, mixed with anxiety approaching today, and the ricochet of events that had went down at the party. But most of all, he kept making a visit.

I really had no explanation on why he kept entering my mind like an old friend. Yeah he was quite the looker and all, but what boggled me the most was how he lingered around me before I left. The boy could have anyone and every girl in the party proved me right. He latched onto me, like a koala to a tree.

Maybe it was all because of the pool incident he felt like he had to hang around. Make sure I didn't chill at the bottom of the pool the next time. But then again, he started the questions. Questions that needed long answers, answers he seemed to enjoy.

I chucked to myself, over believing that he had interests in a person like me. It was all out of guilt, and it was just a joke to keep thinking otherwise.

I retreated to my closet, pondering on what I could possibly put together today.

Leggings and a oversized shirt? No, too cozy. I'll fall asleep before the second lecture.

A band tee and some boyfriend jeans? Too familiar.

I moved the next few shirts till it came into sight. A black and white floral skater dress. Something new and different like the day I was prepared for.

Pairing with a beat up jean jacket from my dads hippy days, and tights. I laced up my combats and sat at the edge of my bed.

Flinging my bag over my shoulder, grabbing my laptop off my desk. I checked my phone noticing that I had an hour before my first lecture to grab a coffee. Slipping my headphones, playing my teenage angst soundtrack before slipping out the door.

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Matty's POV.

The sun rays beaming through the blinds aligned her hair like highlights. Her brown long hair hanging over her bare shoulder as my hangover made friends with the devil in my head. I lied within the common white sheets of the common white room, my room as she walked around familiarizing it as she looked for the clothes I misplaced of hers.

I couldn't recall her name, possibly Marie rang a bell. But she had a pretty face, model like with beautifully structure cheek bones and rosy lips I had swollen the night before.

She was a bit taller than me in the heels she was in, the ones she had found moments ago. The black strappy ones that I unbuckled and threw behind me in the moment. The events reconfiguring themselves into a picture of the night before.

The brunette retreated to the end of my bed, one leg over the other as she placed her shoes back on. Her dangling hair danced across her back tattoo of a butterfly with vibrant purples and blues cascading inside it's black outline. Trying to figure out if I had seen it before or was it my lips jogging my hazy memory from when I traced it with them.

Everything was a blur, something that always came naturally from when I lost myself the night before. But there was one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb.

The brunette's dark green eyes met my brown ones, they weren't the crystal blues that almost led me through a whole other world, totally perplex than the one I led on my own. There was a road that was never founded in mine.

The woman's lips curled into a devious smile. "Last night was fun" she stated as she slipped her white and gold shirt back on.

I could say the same, but not with her.

I was intrigued by the clumsy American I helped out the pool. I was intrigued by the fact she wanted to tell how much she enjoyed Steinbeck instead of letting me kiss her neck. How her favorite song by The Cure was Just Like Heaven instead of showing her what heaven really felt like.

It was a conversation unexpected, too new and not like the ones that barely had another and I speaking at all.

With a headache as an accessory to my outfit. I leaned against the kitchen counter sipping my Black tea after walking Mary out, admiring the sun waltz across the white cabinets.

My thumper of a roommate, George came hopping down the wooden stairs. Ending in a goodbye and a door closing before he had made it into the kitchen we shared.

"Mornin'" he greeted, pouring himself a glass of the tea and taking a seat at the table.

"Sounded like you had a good night." He spoke with a cheeky smile plastered to his face before he took a sip of his tea. Commenting on the soundtrack I was supplying with his room next to mine.

George has been my best friend since what's felt like since birth. When the good boy gone bad had taken over my nerdy boyish ways. He was in the bathroom when I cut calculus for a smoke. Being the first day that I learned how to roll a spliff. Being the day that I dragged him through the roadless world I walked.

I nodded slowly, never being one to kiss and tell unless it was worth the telling. George was a different story, he'd tell you every detail till you couldn't.

"Introducing the American the right way, that's my boy!" He remarked,

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, it wasn't Lucy." George looked at me surprised, "You remembered a girls name.. That's a first." He remarked, taking another sip of his tea.

That was true but Lucy wasn't some casual 'call me' that I never got back too. She wasn't another pretty face and she knew that.

George placed his mug into the sink, grabbing his keys off the table. "Need a lift?" He offered, his bartending job was on the way of university. I shrugged, placing my Ramones mug next to his and slipping over my messenger bag.

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Lucy's POV.

So far I was two lectures in and I enjoyed my professors, and the place was a lot less scarier than I had imagined.

Overall, the day being pretty good except for that essay due by next week and the exam coming up this Friday. Not making it the perfect 10 I was hoping for.

I became a girl gone mad, making sure that every note was jotted into my Evernote. Sometimes unconsciously jotting down the professors name. I wasn't going to start out the class with any less than an A.

Professor Stein walked around handing out a list of all the textbooks needed for his class, reminding us of all of the deadline in bold red lettering that we needed them by.

"Please, if you have any questions or concerns. Let me know. Have a good day everyone." He exited, all of us rising in unison and on our ways to next lectures.

For me I had an hour to spare, finding myself in the university cafe. Consuming my second... No fourth. No no, third coffee of the day that was sending me bouncing off the walls before I had settled at a table near a window. Pulling out my leather bound journal onto the wooden, industrial table in front of me.

It was coming to me, the experiences of today and things I was excited about. Running off the pen before it reached the paper and place them into words.

Time ran by, the three students that I had met earlier. Their raving about our classes together were nowhere in sight. I lit up my screen, fear rushing in. I was going to be late!

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I made it in the nick of time, shimmying myself up the aisle till I spotted a empty seat. Taking a seat and pulling out everything as fast as lightening rippled through gray skies. I was never one for being late, I was always extremely early.

"Welcome to Creative Writing" The professor introduced, standing so small at the bottom of lecture hall. Beginning the welcome PowerPoint once all the seats were filled.

Professor Leone lost me when she talked about an overrated author, a book boring for the boring girl like I. I sighed to myself, already typing in the facts I knew before she flipped screens.

As I sat slightly slumped in my seat. My chin resting on my hand as I looked on, I felt a stare grazing the back of me. I turned scanning all the unfamiliar faces that were looking at the screen lighting up the room and none fasten on me. I shrugged it off, going back to Leone and waiting for the class to end.

Professor Leone handed out a stack of papers to each row, "Alright, please have all your textbooks by Friday!" Her voice clashing with the books and pens hitting the bottoms of backpacks.

I followed suit, placing everything back into my bag and closing my laptop. I went to turn on my heel, almost colliding into a chest. Tensing at the sight of the familiar tattoo reading 'Annie' peaking from their button down.

It was Matty.

"Blue." The wild wind picking up, twisting in my body as the nickname fell so easily from his mouth.

I looked up at him. "I thought you were in a band?" I recalled, he nodded. "I am. I'm studying audio engineering on the side." He furthered on. "But you were just in my creative writing class?"

He chuckled, shaking his head at my flood of questions. "Extra credit. Last minute." He replied, shooting a crooked smile. "But now I'm pretty glad it was my final choice."

This boy definitely knew how to add color to canvas, my cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

And how to lower my GPA.

#the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy imagines #slutforbritdick #wattpadarchives

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girlonastring · 5 years

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List of Future H50 Fic

1) Graceless:

Danny loses visitation/rights until the reassessment of his job adjourns; after discovering Rachel is moving with Stan to Hawaii, he transfers to HPD. No one there knows about Grace (until he knows his fate, talking about her is too painful), not even after joining Five-0.

Until one day, he hears that precious voice say ‘Danno’ and he turns to the best sight in the world: his baby girl.

The bulk of the story will be of that scene, and the events that follow. It’ll have angst, drama, family moments - and pre-Mcdanno. Depending on how long it goes, they may even be starting a relationship. But they are definitely end game.

2) Any Man of Mine:

A combination of Steve things like the song, or the opposite to it. I still haven’t quite worked out all the details for that, but it’s what I’m aiming for. Will start off with a memory of Danny singing along to the song with Grace, and later will have her bringing up the similarities of their song and Steve to Danno, and bonding over that.

It’ll be pre-Mcdanno, but also that lovely trope where they’ve basically been dating for forever, but only one of them really notices it. Which will be Danny! Also, a 5+1 because I LOVE that!

3) Undercover WitSec:

This one is pure indulgence for me. I love the idea of Danny having been undercover when he worked back in Jersey, so in this he’ll have been undercover (thinking maybe with the mob?? Still deciding) and gotten close with a kid (placing this before!Grace, but still with Rachel) and when all is said and done, the kid (an OFC, because I can) is put in witness protection.

Shoot forward however many years, and he’s in Hawaii, and the only ones who know about this girl are Rachel (because she’s a big reason why he wanted a kid) and Grace (honorary big sister no one knows about; why she knows exactly I don’t know?? Haven’t figured that out yet) so when this girl shows up, calling Danny something no one understands in Italian cue the shocked reactions!

The reason she was in witsec is ‘dead’ so she’s back and it’s getting their lives resettled, have some nice pre-Mcdanno going on, then low and behold, the reason is not really dead and we have some action. Ends in established Mcdanno!

4) Serial Revenge:

Thought this one up at work yesterday and I am P U M P E D for it! Still figuring out a lot of the details, so this overview will be even shorter.

Danny is friends with this kid when he’s young, who seems so normal, but one day it’s discovered his parents are dead. Not only dead, but murdered. He has his suspicions about it, but nothing is ever tied together and so the kid (who something is obviously not right about - still figuring out that detail!) is sent to a mental hospital (foster care from there?? Don’t know yet!)

Flash forward and we’re in Hawaii, and there are killing happening that Five-0 dont’ know about until somehow, there’s a Danny connection and HPD calls them in.

Grace is sent away for safety, Danny is living with Steve for the same reason, bodies keep showing up, and it’s a race to figure out who it is, then to prove it AND stop him.

Killer winds up dead in the end, we get Mcdanno happening, and I am so very ready for this fic!

5) Dolled Up Steve:

Steve watching Grace at his house while Danny has to go do - something, and they play tea party and dolls and hey, dress up for the tea party! And when Danny comes back to find Grace doing Steve’s nails, look of intense concentration while she jabs away, and Steve is looking at her like she’s his whole world? So fond and full of love? That is Danny’s ‘oh shit I’m in love with this dumbass moment’.

I have a feeling this will jump from Danny POV, to Steve POV, back to Danny POV.

6) Sunshine & Whiskey:

Follows along with the lyrics that I chose a while back, and most likely will wind up a PWP. Maybe get some lime, maybe get some lemon. Just waiting on it to let me know what we’re doin’!

7) I've Got You Under My Skin:

The sap for this one! Established relationship, living together, and during a tender moment when they’re swaying in the living room/kitchen (haven’t decided;;) along to Frank Sinatra, someone proposes. <3 Then! Another chapter of them slow dancing to the same song at their wedding. <33

8) Pour Some Sugar:

So Danny in a private moment of Rachel’s bachelorette party did a strip routine for her and at a party Kono and Malia find out about it and it turns into him doing a very funny, extra snippet for Kono’s bachelorette party which he then gets to join. No one figures this out until Kono makes a comment about a tattoo that Danny has that’s not exactly public friendly, followed by Danny saying something about bachelorette parties getting crazy.

So Steve and Chin wind up finding out, which of course leads to Steve getting to see the routine in his own private moment, but made different so it’s just for him. And yes, there will be an explanation to why Danny knows how to do a strip routine, lol

9) Pictures Worth:

So Danny overhears Kono and Malia talking about tasteful pictures being done for a wedding gift and tells them “hey, that can be done” And he pulls them aside and shows them photos he took of a high school ex that she had done as a wedding gift for her wife, and “see, tasteful, just do it like that”

They discuss it and he helps them find someone on the island who will do it and be discreet/comfortable. What he doesn’t share is that before he took the ones of his ex, he did practice shots of himself so that he could be sure the gift turned out perfect. No one else knows this - not even Rachel.

I don’t know how Steve and Chin will find out (or why they have to, but I apparently like to involve the team in this set up *shrugs*) and Steve finds out about his private shoot and there’s Mcdanno goodness!

10) Too Close:

Old friends of Danny’s come to the island for a visit, and one night when they’ve had a bit to drink he admits that Too Close by Next makes him think of Steve, talking about the hot and bothered aspect of it - he’s quite smashed at this point. At a party for the old friends to meet the new, Kono and the girl friend (or the girl friend and the guy friend {they’re married!}) are talking about how clueless Steve and Danny are and how they need to get together already etc

Later they’ve had enough and the friend mentions the song mention so Kono sets it as Steve’s tone on Danny’s phone and ‘loses’ the phone so Steve has to call. The rest of the story is dealin’ with the aftermath of that and of course the Mcdanno!

11) It Wasn’t Me:

Danny and maybe Rachel having a normal day when all of a sudden their little angel goes through singing the chorus of the aforementioned song and just flipping their shit.

After finding out that they have Uncle Matty to thank because he thought Gracie was asleep but she wasn’t and having to explain that it wasn’t an appropriate song for her to be singing and something about “Cheating is wrong” so that when Grace finds out about Rachel and Stan and later Danny and Rachel (possibly) its just “so you two are hypocrites” or something.

Essentially I just want that initial freak out, and definitely will be finding some way to put Mcdanno in it!

12) DILF:

So Steve is Grace’s teacher and she overhears him saying that Danny is a DILF and later she asks her dad what that means and the choking on a drink and going bright red and trying to figure out what the heck to do with that, how to answer. The rest is yet to be determined, but of course it will be Mcdanno!

13) Love Bug:

YOU GUYS. I forgot about this one! This is what the title says: people of Hawaii are being bitten by a love bug, and the team is on the case to find out what the heck is going on! The effects can get more dangerous the longer there is no cure, so of course Steve is bitten. Not only that, but he just can’t seem to keep his hands or eyes off of Danny! There’s intrigue, case solving, and awkward I-couldn’t-keep-my-hands-off-you avoidance that all ends in lovely Mcdanno <3

14) Sleepy Prompt #20

“I think your hair is cute when you wake up, if only you could see it the way I did.”

15) Smut Prompt #57

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

16) Smut Prompt #59

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

17) Whumptober Prompt #7

Isolation

18) Whumptober Prompt #8

Stab Wound

19) Whumptober Prompt #9

Shackled

20) Whumptober Prompt #10

Unconscious

21) Whumptober Prompt #11

Stitches (continuation of day 3)

22) Whumptober Prompt #12

Don’t Move

23) Whumptober Prompt #13

Adrenaline

24) Whumptober Prompt #16

Pinned Down

25) Whumptober Prompt #18

Wake Up

26) Whumptober Prompt #19

Asphyxiation

27) Whumptober Prompt #20

Trembling

28) Whumptober Prompt #21

Laced Drink

29) Whumptober Prompt #23

Bleeding Out

30) Whumptober Prompt #24

Secret Injury

31) Whumptober Prompt #26

Abandoned

32) Whumptober Prompt #27

Ransom (continuation of day 26)

33) Whumptober Prompt #28

Beaten

34) Whumptober Prompt #29

Numb (continuation of day 28)

35) Whumptober Prompt #30

Recovery (continuation of day 12)

36) Whumptober Prompt #31

Embrace

37) Sleepy Prompt #34

“Will you carry me to bed?”

38) 5+1 Mistletoe

Basically the 5 kisses Steve shared under the mistletoe that were platonic and the one that meant the most. Gotta find my notes for this!

39) A.D.I.D.A.S.

A 5+1 esque fic of smut scenes!

So there are the ideas so far! A few have been mentioned in previous posts, I just don’t know how to link them in this one. They will be coming out in no particular order, and it will take one time because I will wind up writing multiple ones at once. It’s just a matter of which one is speaking louder to me!

I hope someone else is excited for this with me, and please, feel free to talk to me about any of them! Honestly I am so pumped to write them all, I can’t wait to get them all started! :D

Edit: July 19, 2019 August 21, 2020

#hawaii 5 0 fanfiction #mcdanno #writing #hawaii five 0 fanfiction #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #my ideas #which will become a reality!#so pumped!!#fic list #mcdanno fic list #my to do list

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pluckyredhead · 7 years

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There used to be this thing on LiveJournal called WIP Amnesty where you could dig out old WIPs you knew you were never going to finish but still liked and be like “Here, this is all you’re getting, sorry, enjoy.”

Last year I had slavefic on my DD bingo card, so I started a MattFoggy slavefic in the Age of Apocalypse universe (the comics one, not the movie). I did a brief rundown of Matt’s appearances in that universe here.

Anyway, I've never been able to write noncon (no shade on those who do, I just can’t quite make it happen), and I also got increasingly uncomfortable with the (canon) concentration camp metaphor as I wrote, so this fizzles out long before anything actually happens, but if you want a couple thousand words of post-apocalyptic Matt being a creep, enjoy:

They say once the Keeper has heard your heartbeat you're his forever.

There was a time before Apocalypse. Before the accident, before the purges, before they fled to Europe. Matthew can barely remember it most days. He doesn't like to think of how he forgot the sound of his father's voice when he swore he never would - so he doesn't. He's good at not thinking about things.

But he's feeling nostalgic today, or maybe Empath is, because he's remembering. Their little apartment in Hell's Kitchen, the way the radiator hissed and clanked all winter but never seemed to make it warm enough, the floorboards that creaked if you so much as shifted your weight. The Nelsons lived beneath them and their oldest - Franklin, but everyone called him Foggy - was Matthew's age. Matthew would drum his feet on the floor, loud to let Foggy know he was coming, then clatter down the stairs and ring the doorbell, twice. Foggy would burst out the door and they'd spend the afternoons prowling the streets, aimless, getting into the mildest sort of trouble. People used to say Hell's Kitchen was dangerous, then. Back when no one knew what danger was.

Then Apocalypse came to America, and the country wasn't safe anymore. Matthew's father was as stubborn as every Murdock before him, but Anna Nelson reminded him that he had a son to think of, too. The Murdocks and the Nelsons fled together, crammed in with hundreds of other flatscans on a shipping boat that stank of rust and fish. Foggy thought Apocalypse would catch up with them, but Matthew knew they were safe as long as Jack was there. "It's gonna be okay," he said, fingers wrapped around Foggy's. "We're gonna be okay."

The accident happened in Europe. An old man, a truck driven by the mutant authority that wasn't going to stop for some old flatscan. Matthew didn't think, just acted.

And then there was darkness, and noise, and days on end curled up in his bunk hiding from it all. Jack heard about a doctor in Switzerland who could help, if they could just get enough money to smuggle Matthew over the border. And there was an underground fight ring, one with a big payout for whoever could stick it out long enough, and was smart enough not to piss off the men running it...

And then there was no more Jack.

Foggy found him in the darkness, held his hand and sat with him. "It's gonna be okay, Matty," he said, echoing Matthew's words to him. "We're gonna be okay."

Matthew shakes off the phantom memory of a little hand in his. "Stop it," he tells Empath, not that the boy responds. He's only meant to broadcast the emotions Mikhail Rasputin tells him to, the ones that will keep the unaugmented masses in line. Wistful melancholy isn't one of them.

Empath doesn't respond. Empath never responds. Matthew might as well be alone.

He doesn't even know if Foggy's Nelson's alive or dead.

"Better if he's dead," he tells Empath. This is no world for that kind of softness.

He doesn't go to the slums very often. The smell offends his nose, and besides, he's meant to be guarding Empath most of the time. But every now and again he likes to head down there, to keep an ear on things, as it were.

Maybe it's because he was thinking of him earlier that he recognizes the - not the voice. The voice has changed, dropped to a man's register since the last time he heard it. The heartbeat, then.

"Come on, Fredric," a very calm and reasonable voice is saying. It's coming from a back alley off the pitiful central market, a man with a box beside him and a crowd of desperate people in front of him. Matthew edges closer, pulse racing like he's in a fight.

"You know what we agreed. Extra rations are divided evenly between kids and the sick. It's not that I don't want to help your boy, but you already got your extra ration pack and I have to think of everyone."

"Yeah? Then why is that scum Alexei is walking around with extra rations? Bragging about it!" The other man is larger and much angrier, but the first speaker doesn't sound alarmed.

"You saw these extra rations?"

"Well, no, but..."

"If it's true, he didn't get them from me. You have my word." A smile creeps into the voice. "But have you considered the possibility that Alexei's full of horseshit?"

Laughter all around. Matthew feels Fredric relax - at least, until Matthew steps into view. "You always did have a way of calming people down, Foggy," he says.

Foggy's heartbeat jumps. "Matty?" he breathes.

Already the crowd is edging away. Some make a break for it; mothers push their children behind them. Fredric, Matthew is amused to sense, moves to stand in front of Foggy.

Foggy straightens up. "There's nothing illegal happening here, Keeper," he says. All the humor is gone from his voice, as is the shock of a moment ago. "I found these rations. They're fair game for me to do with as I like."

Matthew doesn't have to hear his heartbeat to know he's lying, but he doesn't care about a little black market distribution. He just wants to...he's not sure. "Of course. Please, proceed."

There's a pause; then Foggy clears his throat and continues handing out rations. The atmosphere is subdued now, though; parents make their requests in whispers, not knowing Matthew can still hear every word, and scurry away with their precious scraps as soon as they have them.

Finally the box is empty, and so is the alley. Foggy folds his arms. "Did you want to wait until there wasn't a crowd to arrest me?"

Matthew's taken aback by his hostility. "No," he says. "No, I just wanted to...I wanted to talk to you," he says. "Will you walk with me?"

Foggy's heart is still going fast and he stinks of fear, but he nods. "All right," he says.

They make their way down the cramped, filthy streets of the slums, packed with the refuse of humanity's last dying gasp. Matthew picks his way around piles of garbage, picked over for anything edible, and ignores the plaintive cries of an infant being rocked by a girl too young to be a mother. The baby's hungry - they both are - but Matthew doesn't feel any pity. Only the strong survive in this world. If the baby can't learn to live with a little hunger, better it die now and save everyone time.

He turns his attention to Foggy instead. Foggy's hungry too, but he doesn't have the air of starvation around him that some in the slums do; his stomach is actually round, and not because it's swollen with famine. He's as clean as can be expected for a flatscan, though his clothing is threadbare and smells of a few repeated wearings. They were the same height as boys, but now he comes up only to Matthew's shoulder. Despite his shortness, though, and an overall physical softness, he smells...adult, that particular chemical array that distinguishes a man from a boy. It's as strange and intriguing as his new, deeper voice.

"I didn't know if you were still alive," Matthew says.

"I can't imagine it would have been hard for you to find out," Foggy replies. "Or don't they give you access to the human records in Rasputin's tower?"

It wouldn't have been, and they do. Matthew had just never thought to look. He'd been too busy securing his place as something more than an ordinary flatscan. Something useful.

"Your parents...?" he asks instead of admitting that.

"Dead," Foggy says shortly. "Candace too."

Matthew doesn't bother to ask how it happened - there are a million ways to die in the slums, each as pointless as the last. He doesn't offer condolences, either. He's not particularly sorry, and he has no interest in providing a sop to any grief Foggy might still be carrying. Grief is a weakness, and Matthew refuses to indulge weakness. Instead, he focuses on what's important.

"But you survived," he says. "How?"

Foggy barks a short, surprised laugh. "I don't know," he says. "Just my bad luck, I guess." He shrugs. "I'm good at talking my way out of trouble. And doing the grunt work no one else wants to do. It's gotten me this far."

"It sounds like I could use you, then," Matthew says impulsively.

Foggy stops short. "What?"

Matthew fumbles for an explanation. "The flatscans who maintain my quarters and Empath's lab, who record his vitals...I keep getting incompetents and having to get rid of them. I could use someone with a brain."

"By 'get rid of,' you mean you kill them," Foggy says. It's expectant, but it's not a question.

"I'm not that wasteful," Matthew scoffs. "They're sent to the labor camps."

"Where they die within the year, probably," Foggy retorts.

"Most likely," Matthew says, unsure what Foggy's point is. Oh - he's worried about himself. "They were incompetent, Foggy. You're not. You can serve Apocalypse much better by my side than in the labor camps, or here."

"Wow, what a glowing referral," Foggy drawls. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Though his voice is deadpan, his heart is racing, and he's beginning to stink of fear. Matthew doesn't understand. If he's so frightened, why doesn't he just do as he's told?

"You'll have plenty to eat," he says. "You'll sleep in a clean bed. You won't have to mingle with these..."

"Humans?" Foggy asks sharply. "I'm human, Keeper. You're human. Or you were."

"Yes, which is why I know how important it is to rise above one's station," Matthew says. "I'm offering you the same chance Mikhail Rasputin offered me."

Foggy's head moves up and down, and Matthew has the feeling he's being scrutinized from head to toe.

"Keep it," Foggy says finally. "I'm fine where I am."

And he turns and walks back into the slums.

Matthew spends the next few weeks surveilling Foggy.

Not full days, of course - he's too busy for that - and he keeps discreetly out of sight, since he doesn't feel like assaulting his nose with the reek of fear ordinary flatscans give off in his presence. But when he can, he keeps to the shadows and observes.

Foggy is intelligent, resourceful, and levelheaded. He's clearly made himself something of an institution in his slum; the other humans come to him with problems, questions, and disputes, and he helps them see their way through to a solution. He seems to have an encyclopedic knowledge of both the spoken laws that govern Apocalypse's world, and the unspoken ones that govern the slums. He ruffles feathers with his advice sometimes, especially when he takes the side of the very sick, very old, or very young over large, angry men, and Matthew nearly intercedes on his behalf more than once - but he also appears to have a gift for talking his way out of any fights with his steady voice and cool, clear logic. Well, as much logic as a man can have who would help the sick and weak over the useful.

Everything Matthew hears convinces him that Foggy would be vastly better utilized at his right hand than helping cannon fodder squabble over a pitiful extra ration or two. He's determined to have him.

When Matthew leaves Empath for the night and returns to his quarters, he hears Foggy long before he sees him - not his voice, but the frantic thud of his heart. It nearly drowns out the heartbeat of the lesser augmented human who's brought him to Matthew.

They're waiting outside Matthew's quarters. The minute Matthew rounds the corner, Foggy starts speaking:

"Keeper, I protest being brought in with no charges read against me. I have committed no acts against Apocalypse or mutantkind, and I demand that the Human High Council be authorized to advocate on my behalf, as is their right."

Matthew ignores this spluttering and nods towards the other augmented human. "You can go," he says, and the man retreats.

"Keeper - " Foggy starts again.

"You know my name," Matthew points out, unreasonably, and then hurriedly moves past his own foolishness and unlocks his door. He listens for a brief second - assassins are always a possibility - but there's no one inside. "Come in."

Foggy hesitates, then obeys. Matthew leads him to the second bedroom, adjacent to his own. "This is yours," he says. "I've already had your...belongings moved in." They were paltry and filthy, but they might prove useful to Foggy until he could replace them with something better. "There's a desk but you can work in the living room if you'd prefer, I really don't care. The bathroom is down the hall..."

Foggy interrupts him, which is both amusing and alarming. Matthew hopes he's not that disrespectful to mutants. "Wait, what is happening right now?"

"I'm giving you a tour."

"Why?" Foggy asks. "Why would I need to know this? Why are my things here?"

Foggy isn't stupid, and Matthew has no time for rhetorical questions. "You know why. Now, the building is relatively secure, but I would advise against letting anyone in when I'm not here - except for a prelate or higher, of course, you'll have to let them in - "

"I told you no," Foggy interrupts, and then takes a slight step back. Interesting. "Respectfully, Keeper. I said I didn't want to work for you."

"And I told Rasputin you would be useful to me," Matthew replies. "His word supersedes yours."

"I will petition the Human High Council to - "

[...and that’s it. But yeah, basically Foggy was going to be stuck working for Matt, who would grow increasingly fixated on him, and, well, you see where this is going. Then Matt would have a breakdown after killing Empath. But I’m fine with leaving this unfinished.]

#daredevil #i write things #anyway those of you with trunked wips should join me in amnesty-ing them!

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Second Chances || M. H. Oneshot (Sequel)

Word Count: 2,914 Summary: Matty got stood up, you came to his rescue, and he offered lunch as a thanks for your kindness. What happened at lunch? (Sequel to A Cup or More) Author’s Note: Got a few requests to write a sequel that explains what happened at lunch, so here you go! I truly hope you like it. Let me know what you think! Also, don’t hesitate to shoot me some requests here if you want something for yourself! Enjoy!

The plans were set.

At 12:30pm, just after your morning shift at the coffee shop finished, you were to meet Matty at a nearby Italian restaurant for lunch. You had obsessed over the outing from the moment the plans were made over text. You busied yourself with thoughts about the outfit you would wear, the words you would speak, even what you would order - anything to distract you from the idea of actually having to go and see him later. It was not like you were against meeting him again at all. No, you actually wished to see him again, hear his voice, get to pick his brain. You simply were nervous you would say something wrong, or that he would not be as interested in talking to you as he had before, or that he would perhaps even stand you up this time around. Sure, it was a long shot given how hurt he had seemed a day earlier, but the thought still made you apprehensive. Matty wasn’t exactly bound to your plans just because you gave him a croissant when he was sad. Life sadly did not work that way.

Nevertheless, you went on with the plans as they were set. After your shift ended, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom and changed into what you chose to wear - a pair of denim shorts, a black tanktop, and a red and blue flannel. Sliding into a pair of sandals, you hurried out of the coffee shop you called home 10 hours a week and went on your way to the eaterie. After an extra two minutes to get yourself psyched up once you arrived, you walked in. Scanning the room, it did not take long to find him. Near the back, with his once shaggy hair now brought back into a ponytail of sorts, his same black jeans, and a light blue jumper, Matty sat. As you walked closer to him, you realized he had glasses on. He was buried in a book again, though different than his previous one. It had a dark purple cover and golden writing on it. A regal book for a not-so-regal looking man. It suited him. He put it down the moment he realized you were near.

“You look lovely today,” he spoke, voice soft and welcoming. You smiled, slipping into the chair in front of him.

“Thank you. You look rather comfortable today.”

He chuckled. “I feel comfortable. Rather, more so than yesterday.”

Gazing at your menu, you offered him a question. “Did you ever find out what your coffee date’s deal was for standing you up like that?”

His face fell slightly, but he masked it well behind his drink. “She said she did not feel well.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Honestly?” You nodded. “Not one bit.”

“Well she missed out,” you said, kindly smiling his way. “Truly, it’s her loss.”

“Thank you.”

The waiter walked up then, asking your drink order. As soon as they left, you looked to Matty and cleared your throat with a folding of your hands on the table.

“So, tell me about yourself, Matty.”

“Ah yes, this question. Where to begin.”

You wondered as Matty spoke if he was asked this question often, for he had more to say than any man you had ever encountered when faced with that question. He started off about his family, his brother, his divorced parents that despite their struggles had so much individual love for him. Then he spoke about his ‘second family’, the group of friends he was devoted to, three guys with pasts with him going all the way back to childhood intertwined richly with music and dreams of making it big. His eyes lit up at the idea, crinkling the skin at their corners in a most beautiful way. Before you knew it, he moved on to fun-facts such as his dog’s abnormal name, his admiration for black expensive clothing, and even his coffee order.

“Don’t forget that one,” he said with a wink, sending your heart fluttering.

Eventually after drinks were obtained and food orders placed, it came time for you to describe yourself back to him. Your mind raced - how on Earth could you be expected to top the loaded and truly heartfelt answers he provided you? It would be a losing battle regardless. So, you simply went for it. You told him about past pets, old hobbies of yours, what you felt about your family, your own coffee order, your favorite song, and even your favorite vacation spots. Your answers were far from the deeper, more fascinating ones that Matty provided, but he somehow looked just as intrigued as you had been with his. His eyes never left you, not even when his phone buzzed on the table signalling a call. It was silenced fast with a touch of a finger, and then pushed aside out of sight. You were impressed and flattered, to say the least.

Food became your rescue, your signal that you no longer needed to continue on. The two of you ate, and the conversation went on towards more simple questions about television and the weather and ‘how damn impossible it is to get a parking spot around this area’, courtesy of Matty. It flowed as smooth as Matty’s voice and long-winded responses to passion-backed questions. You found yourself at ease. His body language and occasional smiles let you know that he felt the same as well. It was a lovely feeling you never wanted to end.

However, lunch winded down. You could tell the moment the check came that Matty, much like you, was still not ready to let your meeting wind down along with it, and soon after signing your own check, he brought up this fact to you. So, after some discussion as to where you would take your get-together, the two of you ventured to the park. Upon getting there, you both realized that there was a music festival going on at the park’s center, with a group already gathered together on stage performing. Matty seemed to be attracted to the venture immediately, for you could see his eyes drawn to it the moment it came into view. It was your pleasure to follow him over to the event and stop to listen to it at his side.

The performers went on a rotation based on a sign-up sheet, as the event was trying to showcase local artists. The longer the two of you sat and listened, the more the variety of these groups was showcased. Girl groups, rock bands, even teenagers showed up and gave it a shot. A few minutes into a set by a group of boys, you turned and nudged Matty, who had grown rather content sitting on the grass with her immersed in music. He shook himself out of his trance to look over at you.

“Hmm?”

“You should sign up.”

Laughing, he shook his head. “As lovely as that would be, I don’t have my boys with me.”

“You can still play without them,” you said, nudging him again. “They have instruments up there! You can play guitar, right? You should give it a try!”

“{Y/N}-”

“Give it a try,” you said more earnestly. “Please? I want to hear you sing. See if you really are as good as you told me you are,” you joked, making Matty smile. Taking a deep breath, he decided to take your challenge. He got up from his spot beside you and went over through the crowd to the sign up sheet. He returned shortly after, but not even fifteen minutes later found himself called back up again. You watched as he walked up, nervous but eager to perform, and grabbed an acoustic guitar left for artists to use. He sat on a stool tuning it as the crowd waited, patient and curious what this man in a baby blue jumper and curly tied-back hair had planned. He paused to clear his throat before addressing them with his name and the name of the song he was going to perform.

“I apologize, I normally am backed by my mates,” he announced. You could tell he wished they were there with him dearly. You would have to ask to hear him play something with them in the future, if you got that far. “But em...yeah, here it is. 102.”

A short guitar intro in, and Matty finally sang. His voice was so much more soft and vulnerable than you had imagined as it rang throughout the speakers. As soft as it was, it held such an unprecedented emotional weight. No one who heard his voice, his lyrics, could deny that it was a personal song loaded with very intense memories that he sang. Thanks to his lyrics, you could almost see those memories for yourself. Thanks to his lyrics, you could get a sense of just how torn he must have been yesterday at the coffee shop after being stood up. You felt bad for him.

As the song ended, the crowd cheered gladly for him. Matty told them a simple ‘thank you’ before returning the guitar and modestly getting off the stage to return to you with a happy grin on his face. You met him halfway with a hug.

“That was really pretty,” you told him as you pulled back. “You didn’t tell me that you could sing that well.”

Matty grinned. “Yeah, well, it’s rude to boast.”

“As if you haven’t done that before.”

“I-”

Stopping Matty short, someone tapped him on his shoulder. You leaned over to look at who it was right as Matty turned to see them as well. It was a girl, brown hair, eyeliner-rimmed brown eyes, in an outfit that screamed ‘Boho’. She looked you up and down before turning to Matty and folding her arms. Matty grew tense, his eyes avoiding her eyes for literally anywhere else.

“I told you I was sick Matty, not dead.”

Oh. It was the girl who had stood him up, finally around. “What are you doing here?”

“Funny enough, I was missing your music, so I decided to come here and hear something like it. Did not expect to hear you performing and then running into some other girl’s arms, though.”

“I thought you stood me up!”

“Sure,” she said with a laugh, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, “because loads of people ditch on the second date.”

“You waited until the night to respond, and I had to reach out to you to even get that!”

You suddenly felt awkward in your spot. Resting your hand on Matty’s shoulder, you waited until he turned to see you to speak. He looked so conflicted, panicked even, and remorseful as hell that you had to be there in that moment with him. Biting your lip, you motioned with your head away from the stage. “Should I go?”

He shook his head, but the girl all but jumped at the idea. “You were never supposed to be here in the first place! Of course you should go!”

“Carly, relax,” Matty said, his words firm as he held your hand to keep you from leaving. “Frankly, hearing how you are talking to {Y/N} over here makes me sort of glad you did stand me up the way you did, because I would rather not associate with someone so rude. Perhaps it was fate.”

“Don’t give me some intellectual crap,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Fate had nothing to do with it. I was sick, I didn’t want to be by my phone. I answered as soon as I had the strength to.”

“Not to intervene,” you said, regretting it the moment Carly’s eyes stared into yours, “but um...if you were so sick yesterday that you could not even look at his texts, why are you here around a bunch of people? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Carly looked seconds from snapping. “There’s this thing called ‘getting better’. Honestly Matty, where did you find this girl? At the coffeeshop?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and she makes a great point that I’m still not satisfied with your reply for. You should be in bed if you were that unable to function. If you had given a shit about me, you would have at least sent a text, something, anything. You heard your phone going off. You knew I was worried and wondering where you were, and you ignored it. To be quite frank, I’m not happy with being treated like that. I’m sorry Carly, but I’ve moved on.”

If she was angry before, she was furious now. Groaning, Carly walked forward, slapped Matty in the face, and then stomped off. You jumped to his aid as soon as she was off, scanning his wincing face and asking if he was okay. Physically, he appeared fine, just a little reddened. Emotionally though, he appeared worse for wear. You sighed.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Matty shook his head, rubbing his cheek. “No, none of that was your fault. I probably deserve some of that anyway.”

“So you know her?”

“Sort of,” he explained. “We met at a bar, and I thought she was beautiful, so we exchanged numbers and set up a date the next day. It was a wild date at a club, but it was a lot of fun and I thought we had some potential so...I asked if she wanted to join me for coffee. I wanted to get to know her outside of the club, drinking scene. That’s why...when she didn’t show up, I got so crushed. I was worried she would be just that girl you meet in a club who is around for a good time but disappears when it’s gone, and she all but proved it to me.”

“And even if she really was sick…”

“She could have at least responded to me, or at least called me to apologize when she was ‘feeling better’,” Matty said, sulking. “Though, I also sort of snapped at her just then...I’m so tired of fucking these things up. That whole ordeal probably fucked this up too even more than it already was fucked, I’m guessing.”

You frowned as he went to sit down on the grass. He looked exhausted, ready to lay down, shut his eyes, and ignore the world around him for a while. You couldn’t blame him. Moving to sit down next to him, you patted his knee.

“I don’t think you fucked this up.”

Matty laughed. “Sure I haven’t.”

“No seriously,” you said, pushing at him, “I don’t think you have. Look, Matty, I know that whole ordeal with Carly was rough and complicated. And I can say that, I’ve been here for what sounds like a good half of it,” you teased. Matty didn’t notice it I know both of you hold some of the blame, her more so than you in my opinion, but I don’t feel like you are a bad guy. I feel like you’re someone that hasn’t had luck. I don’t know, I kind of want to...offer up whatever this is as perhaps a second chance?”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks go red at the shift in his gaze, “and despite everything that happened today, I still want to explore what this is. You’re interesting, you’re talented, and you sound like you have a good heart. I don’t want to let what happened with Carly to interfere with how I feel. Like...maybe you were right, maybe it was fate saying we should be together, not you and Carly. I don’t know. I want to know though, if you are open to it. I want to kind of...start of new. Could we do that?”

Matty sat still as stone for a moment, processing his words. You were nearly convinced you had said too much and gone awry from the lack of expression on his face, and you were ready to backtrack completely, offering to part ways and forget it all happened, when he brought himself forward to kiss you. It took you completely off guard. You expected him to call you crazy, or politely reject you to give him more time to think over what had happened, or even say he had to think about it. You never thought you would find yourself with his lips against yours, his hand reaching to cup your cheek and bring you closer to him. It was an earthquake to your emotions, but you felt it rather fitting. Nothing had been usual or predictable about you two so far. Why wouldn’t something deeper kick off with unexpected?

“We most certainly can do that,” Matty finally said after pulling back. “I’d love to do that, actually. I completely agree with everything you said.”

Smiling, you took his hand into yours. “So, we’re going to try this?”

He smiled back. “That seems to be the plan, yes.”

“Would you be opposed to kicking things off officially over a cup of coffee tomorrow?”

“So long as you give me a chance to let you hear me properly perform with my mates afterwards.”

You giggled. “I’d love nothing more.”

Matty grinned. “Fantastic.”

And thus, over another kiss and a hug, the two of you sealed your plan. You both were far from knowing where exactly this new agreement to test things out would take you, but frankly, you were both just grateful for the second chance.

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i've been thinking a lot about your mouth /honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

Time was slipping through my fingers as I indulged my extra time into an easy read of by Jane Austen looking over at the red lit alarm clock on my night stand, reading a quarter to five. I sighed to myself, fickled with emotions about what to expect tonight.

Of course it would be fun, for being someone who enjoyed space, old TV series and over read books. I was a sucker for live performances. Every weekend back in New York, I'd find myself with good friends sneaking our ways to the city to night clubs with local bands. Just for the hell of being apart of the city life.

This time being different as it was going to be Matty and the boys of all people performing. Kinda turning the tables on him trying to get to know me so well and allow me to venture him now. Even though our escapades of walking me home was something I'd hold so close. I smiled just thinking about it.

I rose from my bed and retreated to the door that held different types of styles for different occasions and different days. I was becoming friends with my closet, never had I ever had so many outfit changes. I found myself in a spaghetti strap dark teal flowy top, my black high waisted jeans and my chucks. Complimenting it all with a green army jacket and tying my hair up into a little bun with my bangs hanging loose.

I decided to go an extra step, refreshing my playlist before grabbing my makeup bag out of drawer and sitting pretzel leg in front of my mirror. Nothing too much, just some liner, mascara, and a little shade to my prominent rouge lips. I sat there admiring, taken back on my sudden outbursts of deciding to go out, looking pretty and then soon going to be hanging out in a place that served possibilities among the drinks they poured.

It was also going to be a semi-date with a boy. Something that I hadn't been on in the past year. So I feel a little rusty from my past endeavors.

I found my eyes trailing back to the red numbers, reading 5:50pm indicating that time had too much energy on it's hands. Grabbing my bag and turning everything off,I headed down to the common ground where Abby was watching some silly reality show close to the Kardashians but a British version and Liz was concentrated on her school work.

"Lulu! How are you?" Abby greeted as I sat next to her on the pale green sofa. Unwinding in the little bits of time I had to kill. Abby always had an interest in my well-being as she was majoring in psychology. I didn't mind her pry, I found a comfort in it. Liz had joined in when I began talking my Woman Studies class and how she found Professor Mullen to be just as cool as I. Coming to conclusion that we all three had a successful week of first time classes.

I was in the middle of talking about the lame book I was going to take a flight into on Sunday when the doorbell had rang. Liz and Abby had looked at each other, trying to figure out if someone had invited company over. I stood up from the sofa,

"That's for me. If I'm not out too long. Pizza and The Office?" I smiled before walking towards the door and greeting Matty.

"Hey you." I smiled, my eyes automatically landing to his wild curled mane. His black leather jacket lounging over his frame, complimenting the light blue button down. Trailing down to his signature holy black jeans and a pair of black boots. His impeccable style beyond compared to the slight comfortable standards of mine.

"Ready?" He asked, before I shut the door behind me.

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Matty's POV.

I rang the doorbell of the little green house on the block.

"Hey you." She greeted, closing the door behind her. Her little smile shining, and she looked good tonight.

Green was a color made for her, complimenting her hair, her eyes, everything. And what topped it all was the beat up chucks, a little punk rock princess in disguise.

"Ready?" I asked, she nodded and we headed down the walkway. Opening the door to my '88 BMW.

Our steady breathing filling in the spaces that were silent between us. Glancing at her as she glanced out the window, bobbing her head to the 80's tunes that I had burned onto a CD an hour before.

We had arrived at the pub, the boys were going to meet her for the first time. Making it official that she wasn't going anywhere yet. The place was pretty packed, Mickey was struggling with an overflow of ordered drinks as George was in the back getting ready for our gig.

With her hand in mine, I made our way to the backstage. Seeing Ross first, who was hitting a blunt. "Matty boy, where have you been?" He asked, before I brought Lucy into view.

"This is Lucy. Lucy, this is my mate Ross." Her pretty smile, so friendly as she put her hand out to shake his. Ross taken back that I was even introducing her, it was like a rare gem kind of event.

I then brought her into the dressing room the two others were, glued to their phones. Breaking entry as their heads shot up. George peering a smile because he was the only who knew that she was different for me from the rest.

She was just this intriguing puzzle piece placed into my drowned out life style. Right off the bat taking me by surprise that she hadn't slept with me yet. Taking me into a big hall of surprises when she got along with the boys, even laughing at jokes Ross told and we made him feel good about. I sat on the sofa, watching her at a close distance as she talked old tunes with George and cute dogs with Adam.

"On in five!" Celia, the barmaid had announced peering from the hall.

I walked back into the crowd of regulars with Lucy, buying her a drink and standing against stage, her eyes batting as she sipped and talked. Before I had jumped onto the stage, leaving her front and center. The boys joined me once they had gotten in gear near George's drum set. Agreeing on the first song of the night, the boys beginning the measures of Chocolate.

"Welcome to the party, we're The 1975" I yelled into the crowd.

The gig was a weekly ritual, we were the house band. Same people, different day. Familiar faces ranging and staggering the place.

"Hey now call it a split 'cause you know that you will Oh you bite your friends like chocolate!"

I couldn't help focusing on the sway from her, a sway that was ricocheting from the sounds of our band. As it progressed each song we played. Dancing away, with her cup in her hand.

My vision was becoming obviated from the bottle wine between the boys and I. Everything becoming a blur, the crowd still going and the night was coming down blissfully.

The boys, Lucy and I retreated to the bar. George's boss giving us drinks on the house and talking about whatever. My eyes were focused on Lucy who joined in most of the time, but her eyes danced around the room.

An idea had popped in my head, I had a little bit of money to spend, not that she was like that or anything. But it was far better than this, Lucy looked at me. Smiling shyly, blush erupting lightly against her cheeks.

I motioned my head to the door at her, curious if she was in. She nodded, before excusing herself to head to the ladies room. I sat waiting a few when a pair of arms wrapped around my neck.

"Matthew." Her devious voice greeted.

With a body so familiar that had laid upon my sheets till early morning risings. Her heart shaped tattoo on her hand. Her name was nowhere near my lips. Just the hazy memory of an encounter that went down the list with the others.

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Lucy's POV.

Matty and the boys were so good tonight, especially Matty. He was so into the crowd, making sure all was good and that everyone was on their feet. Not a soul was sitting just a dance party all night long.

I had gotten really acquainted with the boys too, they were all so nice and humble. Explaining the reasons behind why Matty was friends with them in the first place. They never let you miss a moment, reeling you in even if you were a pass buyer.

But things were beginning to get calm and Matty wanted to embark on other plans. Excusing myself first to freshen up.

The poorly lit restroom had definitely lots of story held. The one florescent light flickering as I reapplied my lipstick that was washed from my rum and coke. My eyes trailing to the faded lettering against the mirror reading 'Rita was here.' with a big heart around it. As I held the rouge stick to my lips steadily. Smacking my lips together for coverage before throwing it back into my bag and taking one last look.

I stepped back into the crowd. Making my way through them till I reached bar and this immediate knot in my throat tightened like a noose.

The brunette was flirty, her finger twirling one of Matty's curls. As she stood tall enough where her laced white bra began playing peek-a-boo through the side of her shirt. I expected this, the first time I ever laid eyes on him he had girls clinging to him. Which I couldn't blame because I happened to be one from a distance.

Feeling baffled as she babbled on about whatever, as he just lightly smiled. His eyes trailing around from her to other things till they landed on me. They trailed back to her as his long fingers wrapped around her hand playing with his nest. Rising from the stool and excusing himself as she looked on to him till her eyes met the direction he was heading.

Heading towards me.

"Ready, Blue?" He asked before his hand was in mine as he pushed through the crowd until we had reached the brisk air of the night.

Matty took control, leading us on the outskirts of town to a liquor store nearby. One by one, walking down the aisle till Matty picked up a bottle of red wine. He led us to a little park shortly after covered in trees and greenery that was pair with a little lake. We sat on the grass, splitting the wine between us and just talking... about anything to everything.

Our laughs and giggles combining with the ruffle of the trees that towered. It was dark enough that we laid out underneath the stars, so many of them that I had trouble counting. The questions kept rolling, both answering them one after the other. Getting a better view of this boy that had helped me out of the pool.

I rested my head against his arm, just caught up in the moment. Caught up in everything happening.

"So, what about this one?" I pointed to the tattoo that was embedded on his chest. Playing peek-a-boo behind his button down. He trailed over at me, "It's for my Nana, Annie. She meant a lot to me." He replied, knowing the feeling all too well. Matty propped his head on his hand, peering down at me now. I was making an abstract piece of art in his eyes with his brown ones against mine. "What?" I asked, he always chuckled when I questioned why he stared so long.

"Why do you question why I stare?" He asked, the boy with the 100 questions.

"Why do you stare so much?" I retorted.

He just chuckled louder, looking away a second before coming back again. "I don't think you're going to make it easy."

I raised my eyebrow, "For?" I asked.

"To get to know you." He replied, "You're hard to read." I just smirked, "That's why I'm a writer.. Keep you on your toes." He just smiled, "Touché Blue, touché."

Matty looked everywhere from my eyes, to my blouse till his chestnut eyes met the curve of my lips. My eyes watching him as his eyes watched my lips part, his free hand landing on my cheek. His calloused thumb running over my bottom lip. Hesitant as he took his bottom lip between his teeth.

I had a feeling where this was going. I wanted it to go there. I wanted those lips to waltz against mine. But the girl at the bar lingered across my mind. How she practically fell to Matty's feet, like the rest of them from the party and wherever he stepped.

Was I one of those girls? Did I want to be one of those girls?

Matty was something else, honestly admitting and I couldn't blame anyone who found him intriguing like I. I knew he wasn't new to the game, the boy wore his experiences like the way he wore his leather jacket. I was just uneasy at becoming something he was used to instead of a new experience like he was for me.

A few curls began to fall into his face as he began to lower himself, inches away from my mouth. An abundance of thoughts running through my mind, all too familiar from moments before. Unsure if my reflex would act fast like those thoughts did. Beginning to feel his hot breath that almost warmed me from the autumn air. I slightly placed my hand to his lowering chest, his once closed eyes now a shade of dark brown. Asking for answers as they trailed my face, almost piercing it.

"I-I'm sorry." I felt my chest sinking, unsure if I made the right decision. If I had pushed him away before he got any closer. His eyes still trailing, "For?"

I sighed with the feeling of embarrassment rushing in, dreading the words about to spill from my oozing mouth. "I don't want to be one of them." Closing my eyes to hide from his reaction.

When I opened them back up, he was still propped on his hand, his lips curled into a soft smirk that graced his face.

"Trust me." He paused, "You're not one of them. Not in the slightest."

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