#love this bit. ross is so fucking funny

[skeletonthecreator]

DO YE WORK UP AN APPETITE

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[star-girl69]

clarisse is definitely i hate everyone but you trope SHES VERY “10 things i hate about you” PATRICK CODED

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS TROPE. no bc it is SO clarisse it’s insane and i must elaborate

while she’s not necessarily a bully she’s just insecure and her first instinct is violence!

she is just kind of an asshole tho

she standoffish and her reputation at camp is not very positive!

people are just really shocked and all your siblings are SO concerned that she’s like going to punch you in the face or smth???? it’s really funny tbh

clarisse is just SO hard and tough and that’s just her persona and who she is

but you just bring out a side of her that no one else gets to see

well they get to see it from afar

you’ll be like standing next to her table at lunch trying to talk to her about something and she’s like

“hold on pretty girl hold that pretty thought can someone fucking move so she can sit down?? jesus christ.”

or sometimes she’ll just push one of her siblings food away and tell you to sit right on the table

mumbling “sorry sorry” to all of her siblings but they’re used to it

her love language is touch and acts of service so she’s always touching you, any part of your body, always kissing you, and it’s just so SHOCKING

like just pure whiplash she’ll call one of her friends a dumbass for tripping but if you were to trip over something she would catch you and be like “you gotta be more careful, dummy” and smile at you

one of her siblings would jokingly point out how unfair it was and she was just like deadpan

“yeah? she’s the most amazing woman at camp. what are you? you’re not beautiful like her. you’re not smart like her. you’re just….. you…. which is not a good thing”

she’s always just doing things for you

like if you ask her to grab something for you trust it’s getting grabbed

but also like ares kids notice EVERYTHING

you won’t even realize you’re cold or hungry or something and all of a sudden she’s placing a jacket over you or shoving food into your mouth

she loves to feed you but not in a weird way

she just likes to provide for you???? do i make sense???? she just wants you and everyone to see that she’s capable and strong and confident and she can take care of you AND herself

and you’re obviously always so nice to her

like borderline sitting in her lap, touching her muscles, talking about how pretty she is

everyone is like “have you met clarisse before??”

y’all know you on my arm by leith ross? she wants to buy you pretty little things and never ever lie to you

she just gets so BORED with everyone else

like she’s a little bit better to her siblings but still

they’ll be talking sometimes and she’s like oh my god shut up

then you come around and start rambling to her and she does get bored too she’s not perfect but she just zones out and listens to your voice

or sometimes if she’s really bored she kisses you so you’ll shut up

and it’s really weird bc like she’s kissing you and SHES KISSING YOU so you’re like omg and then she’s just mumbling “sorry sorry sorry” against your lips like bae what are you even talking about that???? that was before the kiss who cares

also she has to kiss you before EVERY capture the flag game before EVERY spar or match or else she’s convinced she’ll lose

after capture the flag games that she wins she’s like sitting somewhere recounting the events with her siblings with you in her lap

she’s just obsessed with you really

[wintaerbaer]

ringing in the year (jjk)

summary: Your six-year relationship with Jungkook certainly hasn't been devoid of the occasional mishap. But when Seokjin accidentally winds up with a gift meant for you, Jungkook's proposal may wind up being the biggest blunder of all.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: generally sfw, sans a handful of swear words

genre: established relationship au, pure fluff, bit of a crack fic

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this was so fun to write, and a bunch of the details were inspired by real life events! thanks to @animeniacss for brainstorming this one with me and sprinting me through it. wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year! <3

MASTERLIST

Jungkook knows he’s messed up several times over the course of your six-year relationship.

There was the time in college when he wanted to cook you dinner and, upon realizing that he didn’t have a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine, tried to pry it open with a screwdriver and sprayed most of it all over the kitchen and himself.

There was the time when he ate suspiciously old-looking dumplings out of the fridge for lunch in spite of Hoseok’s warnings and spent your anniversary date that night going in and out of the bathroom.

And of course, there was the time when he'd insisted that it was fine for you to get frisky in the living room because Jimin wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Only to realize, oh wait, it's Saturday, the second the man himself walked in the door with both Yoongi and Taehyung in tow, all three getting quite the view of you and Jungkook on the area rug.

But this right here, he thinks, has got to be his biggest fuck-up of all, watching Seokjin peel back the wrapping paper on his white elephant gift to reveal a white mug that says, in large black lettering, “WORLD’S BEST WIFE.”

“Awww, Jungkookie,” he coos, raising the mug up above his head to show it off. “You’re proposing?”

He is, in fact, trying to propose, but certainly not to Seokjin. Every New Year’s Eve since sophomore year of college, your friend group has gotten together to party and do a holiday gift exchange that consists of a white elephant round and a general present swap.

Jungkook, wanting to propose amongst your friends and on what you’ve always said is your favorite day each year, had intended to give you the mug and propose later in the night. But, it would seem, he must’ve mixed up the two presents, putting your mug into the white elephant pile instead of the travel mug he had meant to contribute.

“Ah, Y/N,” Seokjin is now sighing, “I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

You're giggling, wrapped in a burrito blanket that was courtesy of Hoseok. “It's okay. I understand that your love can't be denied.”

“Actually, hyung,” Jungkook finally gets the courage to pipe up. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here. He might be sweating. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”

“You need to talk now?” Hobi asks, wearing a t-shirt that also happens to be a collage of Seokjin's face–his white elephant offering. “It’s Yoongi’s turn. Let’s finish the white elephant, and then you can talk.”

“But–”

“I want Namjoon’s,” Yoongi says, snatching up the gift and tearing away the paper to unfurl a large black Snuggie. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“You got a Snuggie?” Jimin jeers in Namjoon’s direction. “Lame.”

“Lame? It’s funny,” Namjoon argues.

“Yeah, if it was 2008.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Yoongi slides his arms into the sleeves, settling into the couch and eyeing the rest of the group warily.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him. “No one is going to steal it, hyung.”

“Nobody better fucking steal it.”

The game actually finishes with no steals. Namjoon opens up your gift (a KFC-scented fire log) and Jimin and Taehyung choose each other’s only to find out that they both bought Bob Ross Chia Pets. With the game over, your group devolves back into party mingling–Yoongi dozing off on the couch in his new Snuggie, Jimin and Taehyung heading immediately to the dining room to get started on their chia projects, and the rest of you trying to decide which party games you’re going to play as the night goes on.

But when Seokjin stands up, declaring that he’s heading to the kitchen to get a drink for his “fun new mug,” Jungkook jumps to follow him, bringing along the slab of granite with twenty dollars taped to it that he’d opened (“I’m renovating my countertops,” Yoongi had explained).

“Hyung,” Jungkook hisses as Seokjin reaches into the fridge for a beer. “I need that mug.”

Seokjin turns, sizing him up in the glow of the refrigerator. “Then you probably should’ve picked it.”

Jungkook huffs in exasperation before stepping in closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Listen, I am trying to propose to Y/N tonight.”

“With a white elephant gift that anyone could’ve gotten?” He clicks his tongue, scolding. “That’s just terrible planning, Jungkookie. And proposing with a mug? A little boring.”

Color rises to Jungkook’s face, giving his cheeks a natural blush. “We were watching reruns of The Office when I kissed her for the first time. And it wasn’t supposed to be a white elephant–you know what? It doesn’t matter at this point. I just need the mug back.”

He reaches for the counter, intending to steal the mug away, but Seokjin gets there first, cradling it to his chest with a pout. “No, it’s mine. I opened it, and I’ve already imprinted–”

“We never should’ve let Y/N show you Twilight. Here, look.” He raises the granite sample and money in his hands, offering it up. “I’ll give you Yoongi’s gift and the gift I was supposed to be giving for the game. You’ll get two.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “What was your original gift?”

“A travel mug that says, ‘Weird to be the same age as old people.’”

He gets a wrinkled nose in response. “Well I like this one better. The other one calls me old. This one says I’m the best wife ever.”

“Oh my God, hyung. You’re not a wife!”

“I’m not old either!”

Jungkook throws his arms up in frustration, practically launching his hunk of stone across the room. “Then what am I supposed to do? You’re really going to ruin my entire proposal?”

“Hmm.” Seokjin lifts a hand to his chin, the other still clutching the mug to his body. “Thirty-two-race drunk Mario Kart?”

“Hyung.”

“What? You want the mug–this is how you can get it.”

Jungkook scrubs a hand over his face, accepts the inevitable. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Hooray!” A clap of his hands as Seokjin practically skips from the kitchen. “I’ll get us set up!”

By the time Jungkook drags his feet into the living room, Seokjin has already gathered a crowd, your friends piling onto the couches and armchairs to watch the upcoming event. Surely they’re expecting a slaughter; Seokjin is notoriously a Mario Kart ace.

“You looking to get drunk, babe?” you ask, settling into the spot next to him on the couch. “There are easier, less humiliating ways, you know.”

He pouts, eyebrows squishing together. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he grumbles, immediately forgiving you when you press your lips to his.

“For luck,” you say, giving him one more peck before sitting back to watch Seokjin hand him a controller, shot glass, and bottle of soju.

“Pick your character.” He plops onto Jungkook’s other side, selecting his own racer on the screen.

“Peach? Really?” Namjoon teases.

Seokjin shoots him a look. “I don’t wanna hear that from a basic-ass Mario main.”

Jungkook, meanwhile, chooses Donkey Kong, and loads up the first map, Peach and Donkey Kong lining up in their pink and yellow go-karts at the starting line.

“May the best me win,” Seokjin says, a split second before the light goes green.

He does win the race. And the next one and the next one. And Jungkook is three shots in before he even knows what hit him, fingers wrapped tightly around the controller.

“Not too late to back out, Jungkookie,” Seokjin jests, nudging him in the ribs. “At least leave with your pride intact.”

But before Jungkook can even respond, mouth already half-open in indignation, you wrap a soothing hand around his knee, massaging lightly.

“You've got this, Kook. You can do it.”

The sound of your voice puts him at ease almost instantly, and he ignores Seokjin, loading up the next track. This time, he does his best to relax, letting the feel of your palm siphon away his anxiety.

This is for you. He can do this for you.

The race is close, their cartoon avatars neck-and-neck until Jungkook manages to gain an edge at the very last second and blow through the finish line first.

“Holy shit!” Taehyung exclaims. “The Kart King lost?!”

“Calm down, it's one race,” Seokjin says. But he shifts forward on the couch as he takes his shot of soju, clearly miffed. “We have twenty-eight more to go. I like my odds.”

Seokjin wins the next one again, celebrating with a whoop, but Jungkook goes on a run after that, winning three in a row so they're tied. And once the thirty-second race has been driven, Seokjin has won sixteen, Jungkook has won sixteen, and they've each drunk two bottles of soju apiece.

“TIEBREAKER RACE,” Seokjin slurs, swaying on his feet. He's played the last dozen games standing up, claiming it “helps with the turns,” whatever that means.

“I think you two have had enough,” you say, patting Jungkook lovingly on the arm. “Just call it a tie and leave it there.”

He jerks away, stretching his arm out like he thinks you're going to try and take the controller from him. “No, Y/N! I need that mug!”

Your lips pull down into a frown. “What mug?”

“I think Y/N is right, you guys,” Namjoon chimes in. “You both need some water.”

“Everyone shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep,” grumbles the Snuggie blob.

“ONE MORE RACE!” Seokjin yells, insistent. “FOR IT ALL! FOR THE MUG!”

“Again, what mug?”

But you don't get an answer. Instead, Jungkook shouts, “FINE! RAINBOW ROAD, ASSHOLE!” and everyone's eyes fixate on the screen, eager to find out who will emerge victorious.

Both characters rip off the starting line, Seokjin quickly obtaining a mushroom power-up that gives him a speed boost and comfortable lead. But after Jungkook lucks out on a green shell throw, causing Seokjin to spin out of control, he takes the lead as the first lap ends.

“C’mon, babe!” you cheer, Jimin and Taehyung joining in in their desire to see the Kart King tumbled from his throne.

Jungkook holds his lead for most of the lap, but Seokjin takes it back after a couple more mushroom boosts and a red shell. The final lap is tight, the lead going back and forth and back and forth until all hope seems lost as Seokjin begins to pull away on the last leg…

Only for him to cut the final turn too closely, allowing Jungkook to bump him right over the side of the track and into space before blasting across the finish line.

The room erupts in cheers, Jungkook leaping to his feet with a shout even as Seokjin falls to the floor with a scream of anguish. You stand as well, trying to give your boyfriend a hug, but you’re shocked when he moves away from you instead, preoccupied with something on the dining table.

He crosses the room–dodging Jimin and Taehyung, who are now flossing over Seokjin’s prone body–to grab the “WORLD’S BEST WIFE” mug and triumphantly raise it in the air before stumbling back to where you stand both perplexed and amused by the scene before you.

“This,” he says, clumsily pressing the mug into your hands, “was supposed to be for you.”

“World’s Best Wife?” you ask, heart hiccuping as you begin to have a suspicion. “Like Michael Scott’s mug?”

“Yes!” The word feels heavy moving off of his tongue, and he suddenly regrets not being sober for this. “Because uhhhh…I have this for you, too. Shit, wait.”

He fumbles around his pockets, panicking until he finds the ring, slips it out of his pants, and drops to his knee with a graceless thud.

“Ow, crap. Y/N.” He takes your hand, and in spite of the absurdity of it all, in spite of the fact that part of the room is now fawning over you while the other part is either sleeping or on the floor, you feel tears pricking your eyes.

Really, you couldn’t think of a more perfect scene.

“Y/N,” he begins again–slowly, like his words need to be corralled, “I love you. So much. And I know I may sometimes be forgetful or foolish or careless–sometimes I might accidentally spray wine all over the kitchen or ruin a proposal because I gave Seokjin the wrong present by mistake–but I just…love you.” He blinks, thoughts drifting away from him as the soju continues to take its toll. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I’m saying is even making sense, but…I find I don’t mind having those moments as long as you’re there with me. I’m fine making a fool out of myself if it’ll make you smile or laugh so…” He hoists the ring up just a little higher, eyes hopeful. “Marry me?”

A leaping sensation takes off behind your ribs as you gasp, “Yes, Jungkook. Of course, yes.”

For someone who’s drunk, he surges back up with incredible speed to capture your mouth in a kiss, dragging your body to his and swaying you side-to-side.

“Congratulations, you two,” Yoongi says through the applause of your friends–even Seokjin managing to clap his hands like a seal from the floor. “Now can I please get some fucking sleep?”

a/n: please consider liking, reblogging, or commenting if you enjoyed :)

[god-has-entered-my-body]

You look so alive - M.H x Reader // pt4

A/N: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Matty finally gets some. Almost. TW: Hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Also very NSFW, minors dni. Ilysm @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff my one and only. I was concerningly high writing most of this, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes of any sort. Enjoy yourselves my loves❤️

wc: 5.5k

part five

June, 2008

Saturday morning, the sun is shining brightly through your curtains. The clock reads 8:32am. You’re awoken by a harsh knock on your window. Matty. You smile

Today is a particularly good day. It's your Birthday, your 18th, to be exact. You get up, and you can already hear the metaphorical birds chirping outside of your window. Slowly walking to your window, you're greeted by Matty grinning at you through the glass. 

“There's my birthday girl,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. The ‘my’ makes your heart skip a beat, but you inevitably push the feeling down. ‘Not now’.

The hug lasts a few seconds too long as he buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. Your hands trail down the expanse of his back, lingering around his waist. He releases you, climbing into the room. 

You get dressed. A black dress, lace and frills adorning the edges. Matty is wearing his blue Barcelona shirt. He managed to get the stains out of it, you notice. His favorite pair of skinny jeans cling to his legs, even if just a bit looser.

Watching you do your makeup, he smiles at you endearingly. It had been two months since he hung up on you. You didn't talk about it, you never did. What was the point? It would just bring up more confusing feelings you weren't ready to deal with. Things were better the way they were, and they stayed like that. Until they didn't. 

You finish rather quickly, turning to look at him. He knows that look.

“You got any on you?” you ask. 

He nods, grinning as he reaches into the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a red cigarette case, opening it slowly as you sit down next to him. In it, were two pre rolled spliffs. Next to them, was the thing you were actually asking about. A baggie filled with white powder. 

Ever since that night, you’d wanted to experience what you felt again. Over and over. Matty already knew a few good guys who had set decent prices. He started picking up for the both of you, always splitting the sum. You reached into your pocket to pull out the cash for your portion, but he pushed your hand away. 

“It's your birthday, darling, I can't let you pay for anything, it wouldn't be right.” he winks at you. Darling. You nod, laying back onto the bed, watching him. 

He searches your room for something to cut the lines with, settling on your Hollister members card. Grabbing your bio notebook, he shakes just enough of the substance onto the surface for both of you. 

You snort yours first, moving out of the way to give Matty his go. The both of you stare at each other before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter, falling into each other's arms. You lay like that for a bit, before Matty gets up. 

“C’mon, we’re taking you out for your birthday. The big one-eight!” he laughs, clearing off the surface. He rubs the remainder on your gums. The feel of his fingers in your mouth is strangely erotic, you involuntarily let out a soft moan. He looks at you funny, and you shake your head, brushing it off. He tucks the cigarette case back into his jeans.  

You go through the front door this time, knowing your mother was at the office. On your 18th birthday, your own parent had decided work was more important. Fuck her, honestly. You don't lock the front door, knowing you wouldn’t be able to find your keys later. 

The two of you take the short walk to the local corner shop, Adam, Ross, and George already standing there with… balloons? 

A giant pink balloon floated over Hann’s head, and he grins at you as you walk towards him.

“For the birthday girl– a pretty pink balloon.” you can hear the other three boys sniggering behind your back. With a roll of your eyes, you take the balloon from him, holding it awkwardly.

The bell rings as you open the door to the shop, greeting Becca, the woman behind the counter, with a smile. She waves back, already turning around to grab a pack of your favourite fags for you. The two of you were friends, having met at a party a few years back. She sold you whatever you needed, ignoring the fact you were underage for years. 

Her eyebrows raise as she notices the balloon. “It's my birthday today!” you say, louder than expected. She shook her head, immediately noticing something off. Placing the bottle of vodka on the counter, you hand her your I.D with a toothy grin, and she scans it. 

“It's on the house, darling, but..” she trails off, leaning into you. You do the same, listening intently. “Lay off a bit, your pupils are fucking huge and its 10 in the morning” her words take you by surprise. Taking a look in the mirror of the shop bathroom, you confirm her statement. 

Splashing some cold water onto your face, you shake off the feeling of dread. Today was a good day, nothing was going to ruin it. You take a pair of sunglasses out of your bag. They were pink with a black rim, complimenting your outfit. 

You make your toward the exit, fags and vodka in hand, waving goodbye to Becca. She smiles at you, but it looks off. You ignore it, pushing the door open with your shoulder. Matty greets you with a smile, taking the bottle off you. 

You look to your left to see George welding what looked like a Sainsburys shopping cart. Cocking an eyebrow, you walk toward him. George takes the balloon, tying it to the shopping cart before opening his mouth to speak. 

“Go on, get in birthday girl,” you give him a skeptical look, before you feel hands gripping your waist. Flailing in the air, you realize Ross had picked you and was now placing you into the cart. Inside was a 6 pack of beer, and various food items. 

You flip Ross off, cursing him out for basically throwing you into a metal shopping cart. The five of you spend the day like that, riding around. You cruise down highways, and at some point, Matty gets in with you. You're both pressed up against each other, legs intertwining.

A blue ferrari whizzes past you, honking aggressively. Neither of you was sober enough to care, throwing beer bottles after the car, narrowly missing it. Adam was paranoid that the driver was going to call the cops, but he was promptly ignored by the rest of you. 

For some reason or another, you end up in a McDonald's parking lot. It's dirty and fairly empty, tire tracks marking up the pavement. George had paid for your food, and you were all munching away happily at your burgers. Matty was moaning into his chicken burger like it was heaven as a food item.

“Jesus mate, I'm not sure I want to hear your sex noises while trying to enjoy my food, tone it down, will you?” Ross says, pulling a face. Matty responds by letting out a loud groan, licking the sauce off of his fingers. 

“You love my sex noises, don't lie. Remember that time I was shagging Ava in the loo at George's party and you were standing outside the whole time?” he says with a full mouth. Ross shakes his head, whispering quiet words of denial. 

Matty shoots you a look, and you nod. “I need a piss,” you say, getting up. “Matty?” 

He gets up, wiping his hands on Hann’s shirt, and he smacks him across the face. Matty just laughs, turning to leave with you.  

“Why do you always go piss together? A bit weird, innit?” George comments, cocking an eyebrow. “We’re going for his hourly blowjob, George, didnt you know?” you joke, nudging Matty in the ribs. A collective “Ewww” sounds from the group as you leave. 

The bathroom is a borderline health hazard, the sinks covered in a type of grime you can only describe as slimy. Matty swipes it off as best he could, taking the red cigarette case back out. He goes through the routine, cutting up two lines with that same Hollister card. 

“D’you have any cash on you?” he asks, giving your frame a once over. You nod, taking out a tenner from your bra. 

His eyes linger on you, and you feel naked, exposed. He knew. He knew why you had gone out that night. He knew about the dream, you were sure of it. 

He chuckles as he sees where you’d been keeping the money before rolling it and handing it to you, ever the gentleman. 

This line felt different, stronger. You assume he cut more than last time. Taking a sip from the sink, you fix your hair in the mirror, wiping under your nose. Matty does his line. He gathers the loose powder onto his middle and index fingers, his other hand cupping your face. Rubbing onto your gums, you can feel them start to go numb. He holds eye contact, as if he were waiting for something. He got what he wanted when you let out a soft groan, your eyes never leaving his.

His hand leaves your jaw, instead running through his air. He doesn't put the cigarette case away just yet, taking one of the zoots out. Handing it to you, you tuck it away in your pocket. 

Making your way outside, you notice the streetlamps were already on. Was it that late already? The guys had already finished their food, wrappers littering the inside of the cart. They were standing next to each other, like they were waiting. You walk up to George, cheekily pulling out the joint from your pocket. 

“Sweet! But before that, we have something for you,” you look confused. Adam then takes his hands from behind his back, revealing a square velvet box. You take it, glancing at Matty. He nods, signaling at you to open it. 

Inside is a silver necklace, in the shape of a star. Not any star though, it was the same shape as the tattoo you had on your hip. Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes, dripping down onto the metal. 

“Fuck you– did you really?” you ask, your vision blurry. They all nod, taking a step closer, giving you a half-awkward group hug. Matty stroked your hair, taking the necklace out of its box. His fingers are like electricity against your skin as he moves your hair out of the way, undoing the clasp of the necklace. 

“Thank you so much– fuck i’m crying,” your hand wipes at your face, taking some of your mascara with it. “God, I'm so pathetic.” Your heart filled with love for your friends, and you gave them each an individual hug. Ross lets out a deep chuckle, wiping more of your tears. Fucking hell.

Mattys hug is long, once again burying his face into your hair. He squeezes you, his hands resting on your waist when he pulls away. You fight the urge to kiss him. No, not now.

Forcing yourself to get your shit together, you walk toward the giant, half-drank bottle of vodka, taking a swig. 

You hear the others talking amongst themselves, with Ross raving on about the latest Macclesfield town game and how much they sucked.

“They played like the ball had been invented 15 minutes before they were set to play,” he scoffed, finishing his beer, smashing the bottle on the floor, the shards scattering around him. No one knew why he did that, he just did. 

Matty was stood next to you, his shoulder pressed against yours, headphone wires between you. The sun was starting to set, the purple light making Matty look ethereal. You really, really wanted to kiss him. But you don't, instead opting to pick at your freshly manicured nails. 

The two of you sat there, next to each other, neither daring to move. 

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“You have to sanitize everything so you dont cause some sort of gnarly infection, yeah?” Rome explained, wiping down the needle with a disinfectant wipe. You watched intently, making a mental note. 

He had agreed to teach you how to pierce people when you vaguely mentioned having an interest in it. Rome wasn't the best, but he had done your bellybutton pretty well, so why not?

The needle looked intimidating, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped the base. He was letting you pierce his ear for practice, on the condition you promise you won't completely fuck it up.

The jewelry he had picked was a silver cross with red details that shimmered when you held it to the light. You had commented on it, and he mentioned he had some similar jewelry for your type of piercing. Humming in response, you thanked him as he gave it to you, even going so far as to switch it out. 

Rome was calm, trusting you fully. “Just slowly push it in, and thread the jewelry through the top part. After that, just pull it through. It's simple really, just don't fuck up.” he shoots you a grin, and you laugh at him sarcastically.

With laser focus, you pierce the needle through the marked skin in one go, ignoring his pained hiss. The jewelry went in without a hitch, and Rome got up to admire your work. 

“S’not bad for your first time,” he said with a wink, and you roll your eyes, thanking him for letting you do this. 

You say goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek, slamming the front door shut. 

Matty had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to come over to his. His parents were gone, and he had the house to himself. 

Your bag clinked as you slung it over your shoulder, walking the short distance to his house. The setting sun shone into your eyes, and you take out those same sunglasses you had worn on your birthday. 

Knocking on the door, it's not long before Matty answer. He's wearing a dark green zip up, black sweatpants hanging low on his waist. The skin of his chest peaks out from underneath the thick material. You swallow, hard.

He lets you in, and you make your way to the wine fridge (yes, wine fridge), pulling out an unopened bottle of Merlot. He takes two fresh glasses out of the cupboard, and you pour a healthy amount into them.       

You and Matty spent most of your time getting hammered and talking nonsense and watching nonsense TV. Nothing seemed to make sense around him. Your heart was beating against your ribcage as if it was trying to break out of your chest. You sit down, laying your head down onto his chest. 

The telly was turned up, some cartoons playing. You just couldn't focus on anything. You nudge Mattys hip, giving him a look and he knew. Getting off him, you sit down onto the floor next to the posh crystal coffee table. He came back, holding a baggie filled with more blow than you had ever seen in your life. 

“Where'd you even get that much? Christ Matty, that's like 400 quid worth of the stuff in one bag.” he smiles at you.

“My parents are rich, remember? 400 quid is a dinner date for them.”

You can't help but grin, scooting closer to the table. He cuts two lines for both of you, and you do yours straight off the table, not even caring. 

The two of you return to your previous position on the sofa, with you pressed up against his chest. You've abandoned the glasses, decided to just drink from the bottle. Who was watching? 

His heart was beating in his chest, you could hear it. Your hands wander to his waist, pulling him close. 

He loses a hand in your hair, scratching your scalp in the way he knew you liked. Your breathing is shallow, you feel lightheaded, all because of fucking Matty. You attempt to convince yourself there is nothing there, spending endless nights pondering, trying your hardest to get him out of your head. 

His hand moves down to your jaw, playing with your earrings. His skin feels hot. You feel hot. 

Matty turns your head, angling it toward him. You were looking at each other now. The look in his eye indiscernible as they darted all over your face, landing on your lips. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and he sucked in a deep breath before connecting his wet lips with yours. 

Gripping the back of your neck, he maneuvers you on top of him. Both of your legs were on either side of his, straddling him. He moaned into the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the left. 

You take over the kiss, biting down onto his lower lip, hard. He's breathless, gasping for air as he pulls away. You stare at each other, out of breath and sweating. 

“What are yo-,” you start,

“Shut up, just– be quiet.” 

He pulls you back in, your lips crashing against his. His hand travels down to cup your chest through your shirt, tweaking your nipple. He groans, the noise turning into a high-pitched moan as you dig your nails into his scalp. 

“You like that?” you ask, giving his hair a tug. The whimper that comes out of his mouth is all the confirmation you need. 

You stop again, and your eyes meet his. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession, and you can feel his heart beat even quicker. 

“I don't- just please– fuck, don't stop.” he pleads with you, his hand trailing down your lower back. The look on his face is delicious. He's begging. A bead of sweat runs down his face, disappearing into his hair. 

Your lips connect with his neck, biting down into his skin. The noises that escape him can only be described as pornographic, his voice reverberating through the room, the high ceilings amplifying them. 

Continuing your attack on his throat, you listen to the sounds he lets out, drinking them in. It was music to your ears, hearing him like that. Because of you. 

Matty presses a hand to your chest, making you stop.  

“Maybe we shouldn't- I mean, wouldn't it be weird?”

You nod in agreement, sitting up on top of him. It would be weird around the others. You try to seem unbothered, it's not like you felt anything for him. Of course you loved him, as a best mate, and all of this had been a horrible mistake.  

A nervous laugh leaves his lips, morphing into a genuine one. “Can you imagine? Us? Hann’d lose his mind.” you crack a smile, imagining Adam's reaction to your current position. 

You slowly get off of him, turning your attention to the abandoned bottle of wine laying on the table. Picking it up, you gulp the rest down, wiping your mouth clean. Clean of Matty. You know it's wrong to want him like this, to want to feel his skin against yours. You ignore every primal instinct telling you to get back on him, to kiss him again, instead, you make yourself comfortable on the floor.  

He turns the telly up, switching to a news channel instead. You didn't dare look at him, afraid of what you’d see. You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Y’know, just because we stopped.. doesn't mean you can't like, lay on me and stuff.” he gestures to himself before patting the space next to him. 

“Lots of people would pay good money to be able to touch me, so you better make the most of it,” a grin spreads onto his face as you get up. 

You lay back down, settling into him completely. This is fine. This is totally fucking fine. Sucking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the TV in front of you, losing yourself in the colors. 

His hand searches for yours, intertwining your fingers with one another. What was he doing? A million thoughts run through your mind. One thing was clear, you definitely needed another drink. 

Time passed, becoming more and more irrelevant as the hours ticked by. The two of you had moved to his bed, lying next to each other. Bon Jovi’s ‘Vienna’ played softly through your headphones, his voice piercing your thoughts. Despite what he might tell other people, Matty loved Bon Jovi. He would rave on about his music for hours, and you would listen to every word, a familiar warmth spreading through you. Adoration.

Matty had already fallen asleep, softly snoring into the pillow. You turned off the music, slowly taking out the headphone from his ear. He stirred for a second, muttering something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

You look at him, hair falling over his face in loose curls. The soft sound of his breathing filled the air, acting as a sort of white noise for you. You lay down facing him, and stroke his face lightly. He was beautiful like this, peaceful. 

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Morning came slowly, the sun gradually peaking through the blinds as it came up. Matty woke up before you, getting ready quietly before shaking you awake. You borrowed some of his clothes, pulling on a black and yellow striped shirt over a pair of his jean shorts. He opted for just layering a black tank top underneath the outfit he already had on.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet, the sound of chirping birds filling your ears. It was a Monday morning, so both of you were sober and ready to learn (ugh). Once again walking arm in arm, you had gotten to the stop earlier than intended, sitting down on the metal bench. 

Neither of you spoke about the previous night. It was better that way. Matty got out a pack of cigarettes, pulling out two. One for you, one for him. He lights yours. 

You spot the bus, throwing your half smoked cigarette to the ground, and he does the same. He leads you to the front of the bus, giving you the window seat. Matty loved the window seat. 

His head is once again in your lap, acting like the past 12 hours simply hadn't happened. You were content with that, softly stroking his hair, curling and uncurling it with your grown out nails. “Let's skip last lesson,” he suggests “George is at his nans anyway. What's the point?” you nod in agreement, leaning your head against the glass. 

Neither of you had bothered bringing anything today, both your bags only filled with lighters, makeup, and maybe the occasional notepad. The halls are unusually empty for this time of day, but you just brush it off. You and Matty trudge to the classroom, flinging open the door to be met with a very angry looking Mrs. Sexton  

She has a go at you, yelling about how it's ‘incredibly disrespectful’ to come 15 minutes late to her class again. You offer her a shrug, sitting down at your usual table. Matty is quiet today, hungover and way too sober to say anything to the insults being strewn at him from a few tables back. The group of boys won't let up, chatting shit the entire lesson. You ignore them.

Class ends, and you’re walking down the halfway arm in arm, talking about how much Mrs. Sexton fucked you off. 

“Look at him, fucking fairy, isnt he? Even his little girlfriend wont snog him. Disgusting,” They spit at you, laughing in their little group. The comment made about you makes Matty turn around.

“D’you know why i'm not snogging her, mh?” he stares daggers into the guy whoever dared to utter a word at you, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been too busy fending off your girl, talking ‘bout ‘oh please make me cum Matty, my boyfriend never touches me right-” A punch to the gut punctuates his sentence, making him fall to the ground. 

Matty doesn't stay down too long, getting up and throwing himself at the bloke who hit him, tackling him. He starts hitting him properly, throwing punches at his head. In turns, the guy smacks him across the face, making Matty roll off of him. 

Eventually, the guys' mates pull them apart, spitting more insults at Matty and you. Matty spits on the ground infront if him, giving him a wink. The two of you then book it down the hallway to the nearest loo, locking yourselves in. 

The moment you both look at each other, laughter fills the space. “You're mental, you know that?” you say through giggles, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He could've actually hurt you!- Fuck, your eye.” you see a gash underneath his left eye, it was bleeding. 

Grabbing as much toilet roll as you could, you hold it to the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh, bugger off, it's nothing.” he says, wincing as you press down harder. “Don't even try to do your ‘oh i'm so masculine’ schtick with me, I swear to god.” your hand holds his head, making it easier for you to press the paper against his cheek. 

Thats when you realise how fucking close your face is to his. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, and you're on your knees, of all places. Last night was really, truly, messing with your mind. His leg twitches slightly, eyes peering down at you. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. 

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you look up at him. Silence fills the room, the only sound being your knees shuffling against the tile. His legs spread slightly, allowing you to scoot toward him. This is so fucked up.

“Can I kiss you?” his voice comes out meek and non-committal, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Only if you look at me, Matty.” you answer, straightening your knees, making yourself taller.

He forces himself to meet your gaze, pulling his lip in between his teeth. You nod, bringing your face to his, but not letting your lips touch. That was his choice. 

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was trying to peer into your soul. He probably was. 

“You're so beautiful,” he says, sounding confident, sure. He closes the gap between you, his hand grabbing at the base of your neck. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. The blush that was previously confined to just your face spreads all over your body, making you feel as if you were on fire. Matty lit your skin on fire. 

Then, he did something you didn't expect. He got up, taking you with him. With a force you didn't think he had, he pushed you up against the wall. Your mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. His whimpers fill the bathroom stall as you rake your nails down his back, digging them into it.

You gasp when he brings a knee up between your thighs, pushing up further. Breathless, you pull away, gasping for air. His hand traces up and down your jawline, nails scratching the skin. He places a peck onto your cheek, then your chin, making his way down your neck. You have no choice but to moan whenever his lips make contact with your skin, silently begging for more. 

The bathroom door slams open, a group of girls piling in. Matty slaps a hand over your mouth, stifling your noises before anyone could hear. They start talking, and all you could do was focus on trying to not make a sound as Mattys knee moved up even higher. You look at him, panic in your eyes. You desperately didn't want to get caught.

He listens to your silent pleas, lowering his knee from its position. His mouth catches your lips in another kiss. The two of you stay like that until the girls decide to clear out, closing the door behind them. He tastes like cigarette smoke, then again, so do you. He interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing them up against the door. His tongue dances with yours, and you feel sparks of electricity travel up your spine.

He moans your name, your hand gripping at the roots of his hair, pulling tightly. He seemed to respond most when you did that. He responded to pain. Your nails digging into his back, your teeth biting his lip. Everything suddenly made sense, especially the time you had cut his hair. Those sounds he had disguised as coughs weren't cries of pain, but of pleasure. 

You file away that information for another time, if there would even be another time. “Let's get you home,” you say, pressing a hand to his chest. His expression caused you physical pain, looking down at you like a kicked puppy. 

You didn't want to want him like this, but your body and mind had apparently made a different decision. You lead him out of the stall, out of the bathroom and down the hall, making your way to the parking lot. The air was thick, but somehow still comfortable. You could feel his eyes on you for most of the walk to his house. For the first time since you had met, you were the one walking him home. 

Hugging him at the door to his house, he leaned in to kiss you. You let him, his hands gripping your waist like it truly was his anchor to reality. This goodbye felt different, it felt hard. 

 

// Matty //

Picture a scene: A darkened room, the only light coming from cracks in the curtains. The sheets are cold against his skin, giving him a sense of comfort. 

His hands trace down his chest, grazing the skin lightly. He repeats the movement, sighing as his fingers linger over his nipples. The room is warm, or maybe that's just him. Regardless, he takes off his shirt, throwing it into a corner somewhere in his room.

He thinks about the kiss. The way your bodies moved against each other as if it were second nature. It felt right. Your lips against his, moans leaving his mouth involuntarily. He broke the kiss first, not wanting to go too far. He so desperately wanted to.

He couldn't hold back in the bathroom, with you looking up at him like that, eyes full of worry for his well being. He had fought for you, trying to defend your honor like some sort of disney prince. It did work, but he didn't like to fight. It wasn't who he was as a person. It wasn't who Matty was around you. 

He palmed himself through his boxers, a groan tearing itself from his throat. He imagined it was your hand instead of his, the mental image of you with him, in this position, made all the blood in his head rush to his cock. The pressure was almost too much. Almost.

He imagined you above him again, your eyes never leaving him, always looking at him. His body yearned for your attention, for your touch. The shuffling of his boxers down his thighs is incredibly loud in the near silent room, the bed creaking beneath him. 

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, the tip leaking precum. Tugging at himself, he closes his eyes, picturing you. The way your neck cranes to look at him when he's laying on top of you. The way your lips wrap around the opening of a wine bottle, the liquid sloshing down your throat. The way you kissed him, taking complete control of the action. Taking complete control of him. 

He can feel himself getting close, teetering on the edge. His noises get louder, echoing through the room. Attempting to muffle himself, he shoves his head into his pillow, biting down. It's useless, he starts helplessly rutting into the mattress, begging for release. He imagines your voice, telling him to ask you for permission. 

“P-please– fuckkk,” he stutters out.

No one can hear him, he knows that well enough. He just can't stop himself. He comes, hard, spilling into his hand. 

He lays there, sweating, panting. The only thought in his clouded mind: You.   

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you’re jealous that Matty got to kiss your boyfriend on stage and Ross doesn’t know why you’re giving him the silent treatment.

suggestive, not really smut, making out,

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you were on a balcony watching the concert enjoying every bit until Matty’s speech, which was also ok. But then he waved Ross over and they were heavily making out on stage, pulling each others hair and Ross’ hand on Matty’s back made you feel unwell.

The kiss ,which was more of a make out session, wasnt scripted. The Malaysian government canceled the The 1975's performance and they had to leave stage immediately.

You know it was all part of the act. It was something they did to rile up the crowd, to add an edge to the performance. But still, the flicker of jealousy eats at you. You feel foolish for letting it bother you, but the sting was real.

You see him, walking off the stage, laying down his bass.

You’re waiting for him even though you don’t really want to talk to him right now and when he spots you, his eyes are bright with adrenalin. He grins, the smile that usually melts your heart but tonight you turn away, pretending like you didn’t see him.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

You shrug, “let’s just go,” you whisper, foot tapping the floor impatiently.

Ross gets the hint that you don’t want to talk right now but he sure is going to find out what’s bothering you. He guides you through the maze of hallways, the sounds of the concert still echoing in the background.

You join the rest of the band and crew in the lounge area, everyone buzzing with post-show excitement. You sit on the edge of a plush chair, your arms still crossed, and your gaze fixed on some random point on the wall.

Ross keeps glancing at you, his smile faltering slightly. He tries to engage with the others, laughing and joking, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. After a while, he has enough. He stands up, crossing the room with purposeful strides when he takes your hand.

“Think we need to have a little chat,” he says firmly, not waiting for your response as he pulls you up and out of the room. He leads you down another hallway to a small, dimly lit room with a couch. He closes the door behind you, the noise of the others muffled.

Ross raises an eyebrow when you’re still not looking at him, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Silent treatment, hm? What did I do?"

You let out a huff, finally looking at him. "Did you enjoy it?"

“What? Need more than that,” he’s clearly confused.

“Kissing Matty on stage,” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “Did you enjoy that?”

Ross’ eyes soften but a teasing smile spreads across his face. “Oh, darling, ‘s that’s what’s bothering you?”

You glare at him, trying to maintain your composure, “yes it is.”

He sits down, holding on to your hand and you don’t pull back, his fucking grin doing a number on you. He tugs you gently until you are standing between his knees, looking down at him.

“Jealous of Matty, are we?” He teases, his fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of your hand. “Never thought I’d see that day.”

“It’s not funny, Ross.”

"Oh, I think it is," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you really think I’d rather kiss Matty than you?"

You bite your lip, not trusting yourself to speak without betraying how much his teasing is affecting you. He lifts your chin with his other hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your jawline.

"Look at me," he says softly, his voice low and compelling. "You have no reason to be jealous. You know that, right?"

“Do I? Cause you kissed him like you wanted him.”

Ross’s teasing smile softens, but the mischievous glint in his eyes remains. He pulls you down so you’re straddling his lap, his hands steadying you on either side of your waist.

"Love, come on now," he says, his voice a blend of tenderness and amusement. "It’s all for show. You know that."

You cross your arms over your chest, still trying to hold onto your annoyance. "It didn’t look like just a show."

He chuckles softly, his hands moving up to cradle your face. "What can I do to make it better, hm? How can I convince you?"

You try to maintain your stern expression, but the way he is looking at you, the way his hands moved to the small of your back, make it impossible. He tilts your chin up, his lips just a breath away from yours.

"You know it’s only you," he whispers, his voice sincere. "Always."

You lean in closer, your lips almost brushing his. "Kiss me with twice as much want and need as you kissed him."

His eyes darken with desire, and without another word, he closes the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s filled with urgency, a raw intensity that makes your head spin. His hands move to your back, pulling you even closer as if he can’t get enough of you.

You respond with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss. The frustration and jealousy from earlier melt away, replaced by the familiar, all-consuming presence of him.

“The kiss didn’t only frustrate you?” His grip on your hips tightened, “turned you on, didn’t it.”

You don’t need to say anything, you let the roll of your hips against his say it.

The kisses you share are still slow, sensual, following the rise and fall your shared breathing, but this time he follows your lead, running his hands over your thighs, your hips, grabbing your ass and dragging it over the front of his jeans, where you can feel his bulge growing. You bite his lower lip, and your eyes are still closed but you can feel his smile.

“Thought so,” he breathes, his voice thick with amusement and desire. "You like seeing me kiss someone else, don’t you? Gets you all worked up."

"Shut up, Ross," you mumble, but the way your body reacts tells him everything he needs to know.

"You’re not as good at hiding it as you think, love," he teases, his hands kneading your flesh, pulling you even closer. "Your body gives you away."

You huff, trying to keep your composure. "You’re such an ass."

You’re rolling your hips once again, applying more pressure. There's not much separating your already drenched core from his erection, only his jeans and your underwear, your skirt already over your thighs, and you sigh from the delicious drag of your pussy over the soft material of his pants. 

His grin widens, his hands slipping under your shirt, fingertips brushing against your skin. "Now, what am I going to do with you, hmm? So worked up because ‘f a little kiss."

"Ross," you whisper, feeling your resolve crumbling under his touch.

"Yes, love?" he asks, his voice a seductive purr.

"Just shut up and kiss me," you demand, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends shivers down your spine. "As you wish."

His lips find yours again, the kiss fierce and demanding. His hands move over your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he's memorizing you all over again. You can feel his cock pressing against you, and it only fuels the fire burning inside you.

"God, you're so sexy when you're jealous," he groans, his lips trailing down your neck. "Makes me want you even more."

You double down your efforts, grinding on him in earnest now. Your kisses are faster now, but mostly you just pant and breathe into each other's mouths, moaning when you reach a particularly good spot. There's a growing wet patch in your panties, transfering to Ross’ bright jeans, and you can almost hear how wet you are. His hands only leave your hips to travel up into your loose t-shirt, grabbing your tits and pulling your nipples, just rough enough to make you whine into his lips.

His hands are making dents into your hips, and his lips are sucking and biting against your own. The feel of his calloused hands on yours and the wet kisses he was giving you was absolutely addicting. It makes your mind fuzz into warmth.

“Ross,” you whine, the friction of his crotch not enough anymore.

“Hm?” He asks, looking into your eyes, “what s’ it? Need more?”

You nod and he nods as well, trying to open his belt with you grinding on him. He is just about to pull your panties down when a loud banging noises scares you shitless and Matty’s suddenly in the room.

“There you are, oh-“ he puts his hand on his eyes, “keep it PG you horny fucks, hanns son is looking for you.”

He leaves the room very fast, your head falling onto Ross’ shoulder. He’s kissing your face softly, “m’sorry, love, I’ll make it up to you later.”

You groan in frustration, lifting your head to glare at him. "You always say that."

"And I always do, don’t I?" he replies, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"Not the point," you grumble, shifting slightly in his lap. "You were just getting to the good part."

Ross chuckles, his hands still resting on your hips. "I know, I know. But you know we can’t ignore Matty, especially not when Hann’s kid is involved."

You huff, crossing your arms. "Doesn’t mean I have to like it."

He leans in, nuzzling your neck and planting soft kisses along your jawline. "Tell you what, we’ll finish this later. And I’ll make sure it’s even better."

"You better," you mutter, trying to stay mad but failing miserably as his lips work their magic.

He pulls back, grinning at your flushed face. "Promise. Now, let’s go before Matty decides to barge in again."

You slide off his lap, adjusting your clothes while he fixes his belt. As you make your way to the door, Ross grabs your hand, pulling you back for one last kiss.

“Are we a bit better now though?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, as he pulls back just enough to catch his breath.

You nod, unable to suppress a smile. "Much better."

"Good," he says, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Because I don’t want you to ever doubt how much you mean to me."

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In a fit of inspiration at @searivermountain 's , @idanit 's and @a-case-of-the-ace 's AU posts about Jeeves and Wooster living in their respective countries, here are my two (albeit rough and unpolished two cents) about Jeeves and Wooster if they were living in the Kindgom of Italy.

I'm rewinding the actual OG setting by a decade or so as such, we're talking of the turn of the century here, 1898-1912.

First, a few setting points:

• I imagined them living in Turin, initially this was because it tied well with other plot points (Such as chuffy owning his seaside vacation houses(?) on the coast of Liguria and still being able to put Rocky "abroad" in France). Historically you could explain it by saying his parents moved there shortly after the proclamation of the Kingdom of Italy in 1861 because they saw it as a reason of prestige, perhaps some aunts followed suit, so on so forth.

• To elaborate on Rocky, the equivalent of them going to America in S3 of the show would be Bertie residing in Monaco and Jeeves doesn't get sent to scout New York for Rocky's aunt, but rather Montecarlo.

• To move back to Turin, while gents clubs similar to the drones did exist in Italy at the time, it would have been much likely for them to meet at a cafe since many known groups in Italy organized in such way (e.g Varied well known turn-of-century writers often ruinited at the Giubbe Rosse in Rome and the "Macchiaioli" artists often reunited at the Caffè Michelangelo in Florence)

• The Ganymede however would have operated in a way closer to that of gents club.

• Bertie, such as his standing commands, is gonna get promptly shipped to study law at the University of Turin cause I swear it's lowkey a recurrent fact with many of the wealthier authors I studied, it was "the thing" much.

Now, before I get onto miscellaneous trivia and ramblings and such, my two thoughts on their alternative names.

• The direct italianization of Reginald is Rinaldo, which I'd be keen on keeping (alternatively Raimondo has practically the same etymology and derivation), for surname, upon learning that Jeeves derives from Genevieve, which was the patron of Paris, I've decided to give him the surname Parisi, for the sake of the assonance.

• For Bertie on the other hand, the direct italianization of Betram is fucking Beltramo and I am in fact not keeping that so to remain on something similar sounding, he's Bernando now cause calling his Alberto keep the Bertie bit feels weird. As for surname, I'm similarly going of assonance, but with his original surname and as such I'm calling him Vistarini.

And now, miscellaneous trivia, lo and behold!

• Newts, or more specifically, a specie of newts known as the Italian Crested Newt, is more of a thing in central to southern Italy, so Gussy hereby has a thing for eels here in Italy, which were more common in bodies of water in the North.

• Bertie being interested in aviation!!! It was very much the next new thing so he'd often muse to Jeeves about his curiousity towards the inner workings of this jolly contraptions, tried to operate a plane once, crashes it in 50m, but if you were to ask Jeeves he'll succesfully find the right guy with the right plane to give him a ride to give Bertie aerial photos of the city he's much excited about.

• Jeeves seemingly knows every literature known to man and he's ready to counter-prove or counter-quote a statement with an appropriate literary quote. This is more instinctive musing but I feel like Bertie would often make paragons to the plays of Alfieri and Goldoni, or alternatively, Latin stuff and he'd surely have studied it majorly in uni.

• Additionally I think it would be highly funny to have Jeeves and Bertie discuss Parini, il giorno specifically.

• God blast d'Annunzio also cause Tuppy would 100% be keen on comparing is love-unfilled existence to the banes of a d'Annunzio protag, he thinks himself the next embodiment of Andrea Sperelli and Bertie is just "Heh, silly Tuppy"

• This applies generally but lots of theatre going involved, they have stayed over in Milan before to catch premieres at The Scala and one of this baboons surely said they were gonna find themselves a girl like Eleonora Duse

• The cast of the drones routinely gets dragged in honor fencing duels over this or that offence or this or that woman and Bertie is frequently dragged in under the excuse "Oh, come on, the other party has never seen me before, you can go in my stead!", he miserably fucking fails and on the other hand this is another venture in which jeeves excels

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my whole life, waiting for you: part 2 (ross x girlband gf!reader fluff)

you know where this is headed, you don't need me to explain!! if you do... read this first. enjoy <3

it's almost funny how calm the green room is. 

the atmosphere is a far cry from the manic, adrenaline and alcohol-fuelled hedonism that it was ten, fifteen years ago. adam is sat on the floor, facetiming his wife and son, chatting to the little boy about the murals the boys saw on their walk for coffee earlier. polly is beside him with her headphones on, watching something on her laptop, which rests on the coffee table. in the far corner, john, gabi, and jamie are battling it out on a mariokart race, and george - typical of him - is nowhere to be seen. he'd shouted to matty that he was just popping outside for something, but matty's curly head had been too engrossed in an essay collection to take in anything his friend had said.

ross is also reading, sat on the opposite end of the sofa from matty. well, he's trying to read, anyway - he can only focus on the words for a few seconds at a time, before they seem to start melting into illegibility on the page. it's not that it's a bad book, at all - in fact, he's actually really enjoying it - but it's making him think of you, and he's incapable of thinking about you without you completely taking over his mind. you recommended the novel, after all, and snuck your copy into ross's suitcase as a gift for tour with a "just so you don't forget to think of me".

as if he ever could.

the pages still smell like your perfume, a faint whisper of rose escaping into the air every time ross turns them. usually, he'd find it comforting, but today it's making the longing for you worse. he slams the book shut a bit harder than he means to, laying it down in favour of checking his texts from you - there's been nothing since your last message an hour ago, telling him you loved him and you'd speak to him soon.

matty looks up in mild concern as the book's covers meet. "shit story?"

"nah, just can't focus right now."

"fair enough," matty closes his own book and stretches, before curling up catlike with his head on the armrest of the couch. "how you feeling about tonight?"

crap. "alright," ross says, feeling anything but. "i'll feel better once we've soundchecked, i reckon. a bit more excited to go out there, y'know?"

"i'm the same," matty nods. "speaking of soundcheck, where the fuck is george?"

ross is about to shrug, when the man in question's famously impeccable timing kicks in; footsteps start to become audible through and towards the half-open door, george's unique laugh following it. following again is the smell of outside, freshly smoked cigarettes, and… your perfume? christ, ross really must be losing it.

and then you appear in the doorway.

your eyes dart round the room before locking onto ross's, and you beam at him. all the air leaves his lungs at once, and all thoughts except she's here leave his brain. in fact, all awareness of everything except your existence in the room totally abandons ross. he can't hear matty's cheerful cry of "HIYA!". he fails to register george and charli's presence in the doorway behind you. he doesn't even take notice of the sudden ground beneath his feet as he jumps up and runs to you. 

he's completely running on autopilot, which is why he automatically crashes his lips onto yours when he reaches you. no hesitation, no worrying about revealing your relationship to everyone else in the room… just the need to show you how much he loves you, misses you, needs you.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, wrapping your arms as far around his broad shoulders as you can. your level of awareness is marginally higher than your boyfriend's, and the gasps and shocked laughter and shouts of "WHAT THE FUCK" make you smile into the kiss. well, partially - just the mere fact you're actually kissing ross is enough to make you beam in itself.

ross breaks away first, reluctantly, just so he can breathe. but he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, big hands cupping your jaw as he smiles centimetres away from your mouth. there's silence - from the two of you, at least - for a second, save your deep breaths, you and him doing nothing but clutching each other and revelling in the closeness.

"hi, baby," you lean back to look at ross, and he actually thinks his heart might give out. the softness seems to sparkle in your eyes, your lips are slightly swollen from how hard he'd kissed you, and he thinks you've never looked more beautiful.

without warning or indication, ross lifts you into a hug, your legs wrapping around his waist out of habit as you shriek out a laugh. "hi, my love," he says into your neck, spinning you around excitedly and relishing in the way you giggle joyously. "missed you. so fucking much."

"so i've heard. s'why i'm here, angel."

"who?... ah," ross turns, so he can see george. "you?"

"me," george nods, then winces as charli elbows him indignantly. "well, us. we did this."

adam pipes up from his spot on the floor. "and what is this, exactly? i mean, i think i know, but the wife wants details," he waves his phone in the air, and from your vantage point of head-on-ross's-shoulder you catch a glimpse of carly on the screen (well, her hair).

"me and her both, hann," matty looks like he's going into shock, lying flat on the sofa with his hands latched on either side of his head - if either you or ross had been capable of noticing anything other than each other, you would have seen the way his jaw dropped when you kissed, and how he'd slid into his current position with a hushed chorus of repeated "what the actual fuck"s. he looks up at you, wide-eyed. "is this… a real thing?"

you nod as best you can without chinning ross. "the real deal. true love, i'd say," you tap your boyfriend's back, and he turns so you can both look at matty; you gently turn ross's head so he can look at you first, though. "that's a safe assessment to make, right, my love?"

"and an accurate one," ross kisses your nose, then turns to his best friend. "yeah, mate, she and i are pretty much settled now."

"the plan was to tell everyone after tour finished," you chime in. "because neither of us wanted the relationship to take the focus away from your music, or mine…"

"...but i got too emo last night and blabbed to george about how much i missed her," ross smiles, cheeks taking on the slightest hint of pink. "and here we are."

there's a vague chorus of awwws from around the room, and through adam's phone, but matty still seems to be processing. "what about your bandmates? do they know?"

thankfully, there's no hint of accusation in his tone, only curiosity. you exhale a breath you didn't realise you were holding. "they only found out this morning, when i told them i couldn't come to the studio today because of a boyfriend emergency. and don't worry, matty," you say, as you see your friend begin to open his mouth. "the album's done. completely. the label overestimated how long i'd need to make it perfect. we were just going in for free tea and biscuits today, to be honest."

ross chuckles, squeezing you even tighter to him, while the room erupts into laughter behind you. matty rolls his eyes, but smiles. "you're so chill it's unbelievable. christ, the two of you are perfect for each other. i can't believe i never realised that."

"matty, shouldn't they start an onlyfans?" charli shouts, around you. adam collapses into giggles, phone nearly falling from his hand - luckily, polly (also laughing) catches it before it hits the ground.

ross winces. "are you still going on about that?"

matty follows suit. "for fuck's sake, charli. no! christ," he shudders, while charli sighs in despair. "you do look hot together, though. really hot. any kids you have would be- oh my god, you need to have kids. please? just one? imagine how musical they'd be!"

charli cackles, grabbing your arm. "babe! didn't i say he'd say tha-"

"right, i think we should all shut up now, and get on with the day, yeah?" george says, deep voice taking on an authoritative tone that ross is secretly thankful for. "soundcheck, let's go."

your boyfriend pecks your lips and puts you back on the ground, as everyone begins to wrap up their activities and head to stage. before a mass exodus from the green room begins, matty puts a hand on your arm and speaks. "i've just got one more thing to say."

"did you just quote your own song?"

"shut up, i didn't mean it," he blushes, while ross snorts. "wanted to ask you something about the show tonight."

"right."

"would you come on and sing with us? you can say no, obvs, but you know how much i love your voice. i'd be really honoured if you agreed."

your friend's quiet earnestness is touching. although it's an unexpected request - you know the boys haven't been involving guests on this tour like they did previously - it's not an unwelcome one. and judging by the way ross hugs your waist tighter and smiles into your shoulder, you think he likes the sound of sharing a stage with you for the first time too. you grin at matty. "about you?"

matty nods. "polly's soloing jesus christ 2005 tonight anyway. prime opportunity for you to have a moment of your own."

"she's soloing- fuck, i'm going to cry," you bring a hand to your chest, and polly laughs and blows you a kiss. "alright. i'll do it."

the boys on either side of you hug you in excitement, and your heart glows. but you're not finished. "if…"

"yeah?"

you turn to your boyfriend. "if i can wear one of your scotland tops while i do."

matty laughs, while ross leans down to kiss you. "course you can, love," he murmurs against your lips. "i'd like that a lot, actually."

"so it's settled, then. i'll sing," you peck ross again, and drag him and matty towards the door. "let's go and practice now, so i don't show you all up."

***

as it turns out, if you angle yourself just so behind the house set onstage, you get a pretty good view of ross through the sheer curtain on the window. mic in hand and ready to go, you sway softly on your high heels as the outro to me begins, keeping to the side so you're not blocking matty's route down from the roof to the front door.

the song ends, and you tap your free hand on the opposite wrist in a sort-of clap as the audience applauds; you pair it with a smile towards your friend as he comes into view, and a laugh as he bows dramatically.

matty pulls you into a half-hug. "i'm excited. you feeling alright?"

"yeah, i'm good," you squeeze his (tiny, really tiny) waist. "actually, i meant to ask earlier… can we stand near ross for the outro?"

your friend smiles, the significance of the action not lost on him. "course we can," he looks up as the familiar music begins. "see you out there, bestie."

with a wink, he opens the door - leaving it ajar for you - and you're alone again. you do your usual pre-show routine, tugging at your skirt so it sits right and fixing your hair a final time, and just wait for the end of the first chorus. ducking under the window to keep your presence a surprise to the crowd as long as possible, you get into position, and step across the threshold onto the stage when matty and polly (doing the backing vocals at the start to throw everyone off the scent of your big reveal) sing the title of the song.

the roar from the crowd when you step out - and presumably, when your face and name appear on the screens - is so loud you can feel it through the stage, so loud that you can't help but grin at the sea of faces as you walk onstage. john playfully nudges you with his shoulder as you pass him, and you make a point of waving at the two g's on drums when you walk by, singing.

when you get to the internal door, though, you can't help but milk the moment a little; you take your time walking through, looking and smiling at the light in wonder, winking at jamie and polly giggling at you. matty's waiting to lead you down the stairs - not for the bit, but for practicality, given your heels - and you have a little group hug with him and adam when you reach the lower level. it's sweet. it's fun. it's comfortable, even though you're performing without your band for the first time in front of thousands of people, who may or may not like you, or even know who you are.

through it all, though, you can't stop yourself looking to stage left, to your smiling boyfriend, the love in his eyes evident even from where you're standing. during the second chorus, you walk to ross, tiptoeing to rest your head on his shoulder from behind him, exactly the same way you do while he makes dinner for the two of you in your flat. he seems to be thinking about that, too; almost on instinct, he turns to kiss your temple, a feather-light brush of lips and skin that nevertheless sends sparks shooting through your body. 

the crowd puts two (that kiss) and two (your - his - top) together, and goes insane. they have the good grace to lower the screaming somewhat during your solo, which you sing centre-stage, matty's arm around your shoulders and yours on his, and then they dial it back up to eleven when you both wander back over to your boyfriend. you know you're looking at ross lovingly, dreamily, adoringly, but you can't hide it.

you don't want to, anyway. he's yours, you're his, and you don't give a fuck who knows or doesn't.

clearly, ross feels the same. after matty urges you to take a bow during the outro (and urges the audience to "please give it up for my honorary little sister"), then hugs you with a "thank you, darling" before running off to make it to the b-stage, your boyfriend rests his head on top of yours as he finishes playing. it's such a tender action, and for a brief second you forget you're onstage, not sat in your living room writing new stuff together and larking about on your instruments. but then the crowd starts up the applause again, and you remember. as ross hands his bass to joel, you take another bow, waving at the excited faces before ross takes your hand and leads you offstage.

his arms are wrapped around you before you've even fully opened your mouth to talk; you close it, and your eyes, and just breathe in the moment (and the home-y scent of ross's aftershave). ross speaks first, anyway, hand on the back of your head stroking your hair. "i am so proud of you."

"oh, stop it, i do it all the time," you laugh. "but i'm proud of you, too. i love watching you play. it was lovely to get the chance to see it up close."

"i love you," ross leans back so he can look at you as he says it, punctuating the end of his sentence with a soft kiss. "thank you. for coming up here, and for doing that. it was a lot of fun - i know we all thought so."

"i love you, too. so much. and these muppets you call bandmates - they're a pretty good bunch."

"they're irritating me now, though."

"why, baby?"

ross smiles, a very honest lifting of cheeks and curling of lips. "just haven't gotten you all to myself today, s'all. they've always been around."

it's not necessarily a suggestive statement, but there's an underlying hint of something in ross's words; you try to respond with an equally ambiguous statement. "well," you begin, thumb stroking your boyfriend's cheek. "all you need to do is finish the show, and then we can hide out in your hotel room, completely uninterrupted, for like twelve hours. sound good?"

"sounds amazing, love," ross sighs, kissing you again. "i really have missed you. don't really want to let you go and go back onstage, to be honest."

"i'll be right here cheering you on the whole time. screaming your name and everything."

"oh, i like the sound of that."

"cheeky."

[datamodel-of-disaster]

Swordtember 2024: Jester

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” - Oscar Wilde

...

Isn't that funny? And here you tried so hard to show neither your face nor your hand.

...

Drawing the icepick/mini sword thing in this reminded me of how there's an unexpected overlap between painting gems and non-metallic metal bits on warhammer minis and actually drawing them. Getting into Warhammer 40k was probably the single most impactful thing I've done for my art as a total noob. I'd recommend putting paint on plastic mini figures to anyone else who is a total beginner and wants to do something fun and creative that's not soul-destroying the way beginner art so often is.

Basically, sit down, watch a tutorial in which a tabletop-games-loving neckbeard version of Bob Ross shows you how to paint tiny plastic skeletons, and put some paint on plastic in the safe knowledge that "painted is better than grey" and you can't actually fuck this up. It is, no lie, Healing.

Before you know it, you find you actually enjoy making things and it doesn't feel like you're gonna die.

[tillthelandslide]

Wintering - Matty Healy One Shot

A/n: dedicated to my wonderful @insidemymind19 who I love beyond compare. I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me and how I will always always be here for you, no matter what. I wish it was better but this is literally the first thing I've written in ages so sorry about that, Ive been a bit fucked recently so I apologise to everyone awaiting fics from me... dont get your hope up please. Anyway this is for you my love <3. To everyone else: please enjoy this very very early Christmas fic

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Your socked feet rub against Matty's as you sit on your sofa, one of his arms wrapped securely around your shoulders, keeping you warm and making you feel safe. His other hand holds a mug of steaming hot chocolate that you had made him, whipped cream, marshmallows and all. He chuckled when you handed him the mug, asking where you managed to find heart shaped marshmallows, you held a finger to your lips and he laughed again, murmuring an "I love you" up at you before begging you to sit down with him.

He's clad in a warm, cosy black knit sweater, matching yours, except yours is far too big (you stole it from him) and the sleeves are wrapped around your hands. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand in his, he'd even let his hot chocolate go cold for it. But you look far too comfortable and he'd feel far far too guilty if he interrupted that, or if the drink you made him went cold. He knew you'd scold him for both so instead he squeezes your shoulder and presses his lips to your cheek.

"The quicker we drink these, the faster we can get to my surprise" he says with a cheeky smile. You can't help but smile back, blowing on your own drink and taking a sip, which makes him smile too.

"good girl" he mumbles and he chuckles at the way your eyebrows raise, as if to say "don't start something you can't finish Healy"

"You still won't tell me anything else about it?" You ask and he shakes his head. All he has told you is that he's taking you somewhere, the location unknown but he said Ross and his new missus (your long term best friend) would be meeting you both there. He also told you to wrap up warm, so your coat, gloves, scarf and the cute little hat he had bought you, wait by the door. You knew anywhere you went right now you'd need to be wrapped up, when you woke this morning a soft layer of snow coated the ground and although you hadn't looked, you'd guess it was thicker now.

"It's a surprise love I told you that" he says and presses another kiss to your cheek.

"I know... But I thought your super hot, wonderful loving , funny fiancé might be able to get it out of you" you say as you place your (almost) finished cup of hot chocolate down. A hand appears from your jumper and he mirrors your actions, placing his own cup down before interweaving his hand with yours. One thing about Matty that you hated at first, was that he would never finish a hot drink, always leaving half of it behind, insisting that it never stayed warm long enough. Years of dating him and you had picked up the habit yourself, a fact that always makes his heart swell. 

He lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing against your finger, right below the ring that sparkles under the light. You smile at him, and you watch the way his eyes sparkle back at you, clearly in love. He still shakes his head though, not wanting to ruin the surprise. 

"My lips are sealed..." He says with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow.

"You know I could call your best friend... I'm sure he owes me a favour or six..." You say and Matty chuckles and once again shakes his head.

"You wouldn't... Besides he is my best friend for a reason, my secrets are his secrets" he says and that makes you smile.

"Fair point... Suppose I'll have to call MY best friend" you say and Matty's face falls. You and your best friend told each other everything, and you knew that no matter what, she’d always be there for you (a/n: i promise Evie). Your hand barely reaches your phone before he's pinned you down, making you giggle.

"Don't love!! It's supposed to be a surprise" he says and digs his fingers into your sides, making you giggle.

"Okay okay I surrender" you say, giving in to him, he doesn't remove himself from you though, he only lowers himself until your lips are pressed against each other, breaking when your smiles get too big.

"I love you so much" he says against your mouth and not a second later you're repeating words back to him.

He texts Ross and his missus that you’re on their way soon after, when you’re both wrapped up warm and your gloved hands are holding each other as you walk to the car.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay driving in this Matty?" You ask,one hand reaching in front of you and catching the snowflakes, watching as they land on your gloved hand, with a huge smile on your face. Matty smiles at the sight, his heart hammering in his chest. You then slide into the car. Matty simply wraps his hands around both of yours, and smiles at you.

"You worry too much" he says with a brief kiss to your mouth before he begins driving. Soon the surprise is revealed when he parks the car along a side road. What gives it away is the sparkly lights coating the street and the Christmas decorations hanging everywhere. You see the various Christmas stools in the distance and smile widely, squealing loudly and making him chuckle.

"Knew you'd be excited" he says with a smile as he puts the car into park. "Stay there" he says, covering his curls with a beanie before leaving the car, walking to your side and opening the door, leaning down to kiss you again.

"You're the best" you mumble into his mouth, standing and closing the door behind you.

“I know how much you love winter and I know it's a while until Christmas but I wanted to take you here before we went to see my family,” he explains.

“It's perfect Matty, thank you” you kiss him once before pulling away, loving the way he leans forward for one more.

“Lets not leave the newly-weds waiting “ he says with a smile.

You find Ross and your best friend (his wife) (a/n: me hehe) soon enough, both red at the cheeks and holding warm drinks in their gloved hands. They're both quick to hug you and you begin walking around the market. You talk about various things, the topic of your impending wedding being the centre of conversation. You and Matty had pretty much everything planned out and you were beyond excited for the day. You and your best friend giggle about all sorts whilst the guys catch up. 

It's not long until Matty is at your side again, walking with his hand in yours. You smile at the couple walking next to you, Ross' arm wrapped tightly around her frame and holding her close.

"Trust me mate... Being married is the best thing" he says and it makes you smile.

"I can't wait" Matty says honestly, turning to you and pecking your lips again.

"Me neither" you smile. You've never felt happier. Christmas markets were your favourite thing, the joy you felt as you looked at all the cute little stools was only amplified by being with your best friend, her husband, and your soon to be husband. Nothing could make it better, or so you think.

Just when your face is aching from smiling and laughing you see four people walking towards you, huge smiles on their faces and you recognize them immediately.

You turn to Matty almost instantly, a look of shock on your face "surprise!!" He says. Then you're wrapped in more hugs, from George, Charli, Carly and Hann (and baby Hann) .

"the gangs back together" Charli says after hugging you tightly.

You walk around the Christmas market, Matty buys you various handmade Christmas decorations. You fill up on delicious food and treats and Matty never leaves your side.

You all stop at the huge Christmas tree at the centre of the stools. Matty hooks his arms around you as you stare up at him, Ross does the same for his wife, as does George to Charli and Hann for Carly, their son standing squeezed into their side. Each couple was beyond happy as Christmas music played around them. 

"It's beautiful" you say and you feel Matty smile against your cheek, his lips pressed there for a few moments.

“So are you Evie” it makes you smile. 

"This has been the best day Matty, thank you" you say, turning in his arms.

"You're welcome my love" he says, smiling down at you.

"I love you so much" you say. You feel snowfall onto your cheek but Matty is quick to wipe it away with his gloved thumb.

"I love you more, so much more" he says, lowering his mouth to yours. A kiss in the snow, it's perfect.

The whole day is perfect. 

[ghoul-slime]

Pictures with Jutty and a (too long) recap under the cut!

Ok first of all WOW, what a weekend. I flew into NYC and met up with @papaslittlesunshine a day before the show. We hung out around the city and did all sorts of fun things, ate good food, and did our best not to melt in the heat and humidity. The day of the show it was raining pretty hard, so we showed up to the line about an hour or so before doors, but the venue was super small and we still ended up getting great spots a few rows of people back.

I'm once again blown away by how great these guys sound live. The guitars are so much heavier and louder than the studio recording and Jutty's vocals are fucking outstanding. It's a completely different experience. Speaking of Jutty, his stage presence is amazing. He'll make (and hold!) eye contact with you a bunch and you can tell he's having a great time and knows exactly what he's doing and how to work the crowd. He also did the as above, so below sign with his hand again before he went off stage, same as he did at the LA show.

Afterwards the guys all hung around the venue and took the time to talk to everyone. It seriously seemed like they must have met just about every single person who came out.

Ross was super cool and easy to talk to, he signed my vinyl and asked if I was coming to the following night's show. I told him I had to go back to LA and he gave me a sad little pat on the arm, which was funny and sweet. Matty was working the merch table. He'd come out of the backstage area after about 10 minutes and realized that they actually had nobody behind the counter selling merch, so he jumped in. He was super nice as well. I told him how great they sounded live and he said thank you. I bought a tote bag and he signed my record and told me very excitedly that the tote bags fit the vinyl records perfectly (he was so excited he told me the same thing again later that night haha.) He also gave me a little handful of DT pins.

I chatted with Hayden the longest, who was SUPER sweet, and very easy to talk to! We talked about living in LA and he said LA was his favorite city in the world, which made me super happy to hear. He told me he lives downtown and I told him I work in the same area and that I live in Koreatown and we talked a bit more about our favorite neighborhoods in the downtown area. He mentioned his dogs and I told him that his dogs were super cute and then he asked if he could show Sunny and I a picture! Of course we said, yes please do! It was a picture of one of his little dogs laying in his open luggage and it was EXTREMELY freaking cute. He said that he'd been asking his dog sitter to send him pictures while he was away, and I said I'd similarly been pestering my friend for pictures of my cats all weekend. He signed my vinyl and I totally forgot to ask for a picture (but that's more than ok).

After that I went outside and there was a line of about 20-30 people waiting to talk to Jutty. Despite there being so many people (and it starting to rain), he took his time talking and listening to everyone who came up to him. The person in front of me in line had made some incredible pieces of art and gifted them to him, and he was just so genuinely excited and in awe and grateful. It was so cool to get to see that exchange. When it was my turn I was fucking nervous as hell, but I talked to him for a short few minutes and gave him a couple of the keychains I'd brought to trade. He said he loved collecting trinkets and then we talked a bit about NY being a refreshing change of scenery from LA. Honestly I was VERY nervous meeting him, but he was incredibly sweet and very attentive. Talking to him is intense, he maintains eye contact with you and listens very carefully to what you have to say. He was so nice and patient and then was sweet enough to sign my record and take a picture with me. (Thank you Sunny for taking the photos!)

We also managed to snag Neil real quick to sign our records as he was heading to the bar across the street and tell him thank you. I also chatted for a bit with the singer from Silent Mass, the opening band, who was originally from LA and we talked about some of the differences between LA and NY.

Overall the entire experience was incredible. Just as good if not better than the first show in LA. I'm also SUPER grateful to Sunny for pushing me to be less shy when it came to meeting/chatting with the guys. If it wasn't for her I'm sure I'd have chickened out and just left! It was also incredible getting to meet so many cool people in line and after the show. I traded keychains and got a lot of cool things in return. Seriously, we met so many creative, cool, funny, and GENEROUS people there (our line neighbor's mom gave us freaking COOKIES from Katz's across the street!). If you were at the show and see any of your goodies here (the picture is most of Sunny and I's combined haul), then thank you so much!!! I will treasure them always.

Here's to a hundred more Drag Talk shows in the future! I seriously hope anyone who wants to see them gets to, because it was such a fun and uplifting experience, between how gracious and genuine and down-to-earth the guys are and how creative and warm all the fans are. Hands down one of the all-time best live music experiences I've ever had.

(This got super long and I'm sure I'm forgetting a ton of stuff, but I wanted to get this out of my head while it's still somewhat fresh.)

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [15]

chapter fifteen, act two: anobrain

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November 3rd 2013

Tommie truly feels like Stevie Nicks in this moment as she sings lyrics of songs she and Matty had written together, glancing at him from time to time.

Of course, she was not much of a Queen like Stevie herself and didn’t have the energy she had during the whole Silver Springs fiasco.

She had however, given several dirty looks to Matty everytime he tried to approach her on stage, and had gone back to hiding behind Ross in the shadows.

Usually, to try and cheer her up and lessen the anxiety she felt Matty would come over during songs and distract her as she played. Maybe he’d share a dance with her during a break in the song, play with her hair, lean his head on hers as they sang a part together.

But today, everytime he approached her, to the delight of the crowd who cheered a little louder as they had grown to love those little special moments of the shows. She shook her head.

At the end of the show Matty had tried going after her as she moved quickly off the stage, but George had suggested he stay back and distract Adam so he wouldn’t worry.

George had panicked when she wasn’t hiding away in her usual spots, but he had quickly found her when he realised her jacket (and his own packet of cigarettes from his jacket)had disappeared.

“For Christmas I’m gonna bulk buy you a bunch of cigarette packs so you stop stealing everyones.” He tells her as he approaches.

She’s stuck in her head, rethinking the past couple of days over and over. The night with Matty, the conversation this morning, everything. 

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

He holds a hand out and clicks his fingers a little, she shakes her head then starts patting herself down until she finds his pack handing them over to him.

“I-”

“Forgot yours, yeah, you always do.”

“Sorry.”

He shrugs, lighting the cigarette hanging from his mouth and leaning on the railing beside her. He eyes her sceptically for her apology, usually he receives a snark response, ‘sharing is caring’, ‘what's yours is mine’, yet today the one word is muttered, and is muttered so quietly his concern returns. “You alright?”

“Hmm?” She looks up, hands hanging down over the railing with the cigarette between her fingers, “Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

She glances at him, preparing her little lie but one glance and she knows she can’t go through with it.

“Don’t say nothing,” He tells her, “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

Tommie doesn’t say anything to him, she just stares at the floor for a few moments. Instead of focusing on one anxiety, she brings up another, which probably isn’t a good idea with the current head space she’s in.

“I’m just… tired,” She tells him quietly, “And… scared.”

“Scared?”

She nods a little, “Been thinking a lot lately.”

He fakes a dramatic wince and raises his brows, “That must hurt.”

George smiles when he sees her lips twitch a little bit. “Funny.”

“Think I’m in the wrong career,” He tells her, “Should’ve done stand up, could’ve joined Tim on Benidorm or sumat.”

“Yeah, would’ve watched you on all the shitty UK panel shows that are weirdly always hosted by, like, Jimmy Carr or James Corden.”

He hums in agreement then gets back on track, “So, what’re you scared about?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“Come on, Tom, you know I have weird fears- I mean, nothing as weird as birds, that’s a stupid fea-”

“They’re scary things okay!” She jumps to defend herself, “They could fuckign peck your eyes out G, how you gonna play the drums blind, huh?”

“Well, I’m sure it's been done, by like.. Fuckign Hellen Keller or someone like that.”

“And why do they fly?” She continues on, “It’s fucking strange, they’re fucking strange. It’s a valid fear.”

He raises his hands and steps back with playful eyebrows raised, “Well, I can guarantee whatever you're scared of isn’t as stupid as birds.” She shoots him another glare.

“I’m scared something bad will happen soon, with us, the band… like,” She sighs running her hands through her hair, when the cigarette catches George is quick to take if from her hand so she doesn’t singe her hair, “I don’t know, G, and that’s what’s fucking my head up.”

They stay in silence for a while, George doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything. A trait that she wishes Matty has for those situations where he should just keep his mouth shut.

The silence stretches until Ross lets them both know that their uber has arrived to take them out for drinks.

She sighs, “I’m gonna head back,” She tells George but he loops his arm through hers shaking his head, “G, I won’t be able to get in anywhere.”

“Come on, we’re famous.”

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“Come on, we’re famous.” Tommie repeats bitterly as they walk away from the fifth place that has turned them away in the last hour.

She sighs looking back at the group, most moody and annoyed at the walking then to George who’s skipping ahead, “Another one up here, Irish bar, bound to let us in, come on.”

She sighs tugging his hand so he’ll stop, “I’m just,” She glances back again, eyes drifting over Matty who stands with his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at her, “Gonna head back, I don’t fancy drinks anyway.”

“Okay, we’ll walk you back-”

“G, it’s fine.”

“You’re not walking through Vegas at eleven on your own.” Adam says sternly.

“Tommie?”

She turns quickly, lips curving a little, “Hey, Caleb, what are you doing out here? Got a gig?”

He goes to hug her, arms lifting, but she stands completely oblivious and unmoving causing him to awkwardly act as if he was trying to lean on the fire hydrant beside her, “Um no, no, me and the band, we moved out to California, it’s Micthell, the guitarist, remember him?” He questions, she nods (she doesn’t remember him), “His brother’s bachelor party tomorrow night.”

“Oh cool, that’s uh, your version of a stag do, right?”

“Assuming that’s the party of the groom?”

She nods and he grins nodding back, he glances round the band passing smiles around, “Hey, ya’ll.”

The five of them cringe at the same time, Matty muttering something under his breath receiving a nudge and a quiet hidden snort from Ross.

“So, you guys had a gig?”

“Hard Rock Casino.” Matty butts in before she can open her mouth.

His smile widens, “Really? Supposed to be great in there, that’s where we're going tomorrow night.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, “Where are you headed?”

“Uh, these guys are gonna go bar hopping and I was just on my way back to the hotel now.”

“Cool, cool, shall I walk you? Wouldn’t want you wandering around alone at night.”

She glances back at the four, they’re all watching lined up in a row, all shaking their heads but she smiles at him, “That’d be great, thank you.”

“Tom-” Adam tries to protest but she smiles at him.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning, alright? Don’t get too drunk, show tomorrow.”

She gives them no time to argue and turns around with Caleb in tow.

As they walk, and he talks about his band and how they’re doing, she sneaks glances at him and takes him in.

He’s the complete opposite of every guy she has ever had a crush on.

Which has only been three people (excluding Alex Turner and Jenson Button).

The first guy was in primary school, he had this horrible bowl cut with dark brown eyes and equally dark brown hair.

The second was in comp when she was in year 10, he was taller than her, much taller than her by almost an entire foot. He played rugby, took ICT and PE as his GCSE’s and had, you guessed it, brown eyes and hair. Only he had this horrible mullet haircut that she weirdly found attractive. The moment he cut it off for a buzz cut half way through the school year the crush was gone.

The third guy was when she was younger, and well, it was Matty. The more she thinks of that one the more she realises it never really went away.

Caleb is completely different.

He has blonde hair that's slicked back, not like a sexy Alex Turner kind of slicked back, more like old mafia American movies kind of slicked back. But it looks good on him, his face is a wider, square shape and he has some darker stubble with larger eyebrows and brown eyes.

He’s not short, but he’s not exactly tall either, probably a few inches shorter than Matty.

He’s dressed differently to his vest and jean shorts she first saw him in, he has a tank top with a striped shirt over it and a pair of blue jeans.

“You had food? Was gonna pick some up for my friends and I, if you’re hungry we can make a stop. On me.”

“I am not one to turn down free food.”

“Tastes better free, right?”

She nods and thanks him as he holds the door open of some shitty 24 hour diner.

They sit at the back by a window and order, he has a burger and a strawberry milkshake, asking for two straws, she asks for just a plate of chips, to which the woman looks at her weirdly and she then clarifies by saying ‘fries’, with a dr pepper.

When food comes and they’re tucking in, she starts asking about the band, and how they’ve been doing since he saw her a few months back.

She tells him about the tour, and the festivals, going into too much detail of the Arctic Monkeys gig, he doesn't seem to mind, he happily sips from one straw of the milkshake and nods in encouragement. 

“Where are you guys going tomorrow?”

“Tucson, then flying to Spain on the fifth.”

“The fifth?”

She nods and he mutters a quiet, “Damn.”

“What?”

“Was going to ask if you wanted to maybe get dinner, like, actual dinner, with me. You know, on a date.”

She looks down, “Is this not good enough to be a date?”

He shrugs, “I like to treat girls a little better than a dingy, greasy diner.”

Just as he says it the waitress walks by and pauses to cast a glare over her shoulder making Tommie lean back and quietly laugh into her hand.

He purses his lips and sends one of his charming smiles over to her, “Don’t order anything else, they’re gonna spit in it.”

“I’ll be sure not to.” She says, lifting the bottled dr pepper to her lips.

“So,” She then goes on to say, “If this were to be a date, and I, theoretically-”

“Of course, theoretically.”

“Agreed, what would we do?”

He thinks for a moment, “You strike me as the adventurous type.”

She’s not. She likes comfort and staying in her little self created box.

“First, I’d take you to see a gig of some shitty underground band-”

“Dirty Delights?” She questions and he fights back the smile at the sight of her own teasing smile, “Heard they’re pretty shit,” She shrugs, “Couldn’t even get drunk frat boys to join in.”

“I know, and I heard the drummer is a grade A asshole, he is also very attracted to this guitarist from that band. 1975, heard of them?”

“Oh yeah.” She nods, “They’re the talk of the music industry, next Fleetwood Mac.”

His teasing smile turns serious, “I think you could be.”

“What?” She pops another chip in her mouth and chews as he tilts his head.

“Be the next Fleetwood Mac.”

She snorts and drops the half bitten chip to lean back against the booth, he smiles bigger, “I mean it, you could be. You and Matt up there. Chaining each other up.”

“Oh my God, that is like the worst saying I’ve ever heard.” She giggles.

He smiles at the sound she makes, “What? It's been said.”

“By who, a serial killer?”

He raises a brow at her but doesn't comment, “Okay, back to it. We’d go to a gig, listen to some music, dress way too over the top for the back alley bar we’d be at.”

“Back alley?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the creeps.”

“Hope so. But I warn you, I’ve got a very harsh right hook.”

He nods quickly, “Noted. I’ll make sure I’m never on the receiving end.”

“Then,” He carries on, “We’ll make use of our fancy outfits. Go to a nice restaurant, have a seat out on the balcony, you’ll make a comment about the stars- you seem the type- and I’ll ask about you. I’ll pretend to listen but I’ll actually be staring at you cause you,” He pauses and watches her cheeks tinge red, “You’re just so pretty in the moonlight.”

“What then?” She presses on.

“I’ll walk you back to your hotel, you’ll invite me up but I’ll tell you about my no kissing on the first date rule, you’ll ask me how many dates is okay for a kiss, I tell you at least five and you roll your eyes. It's not what I believe, I just say it so I’ll get to see you more.”

“And… happily ever after?” She questions.

He nods, “Happily ever after.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll take you up on it.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.” She agrees as she stands and grabs her jacket, “Now, walk me back so I can invite you up.”

She sighs as he follows her out, a fake sigh as a smile stretches on his lips when he turns to nod at the hotel behind her, brows raising suggestively. “Afraid to say it, ma’am, don’t kiss women on the first date.”

She hums, “Guess you’ll have to take me on another.”

“Florida.” He says suddenly, his hands now in his pockets as they walk side by side.

“Hm?”

“The Big Ticket festival,” He clarifies, “We’re playing, You going to be there?”

She nods, “December?” He tells her ‘yes’, “Yeah, we’re going, I convinced the guys we need to go to Disney World.”

He nods, “Then,” He pauses opening up the hotel door for her, “That’s our first date.”

She turns to the lift but can just see it's open with a few people inside and jogs a little to get there faster, “Hold the door.”

Ross perks up, smiling lazily with his head poking out, “Tommie!”

She smiles at the four guys packed inside the lift, “Thanks guys, uh,” She turns back around to Caleb who’s passed a wave to them over her shoulder.

Matty raises a brow at him when Tommie’s not looking and turns his nose up in disgust.

“So.. Florida?”

She nods, “See you then.”

“Thirty five days,” He tells her, “I’ll count them down.”

“Surprised he can count after that awful count-in that he did back in Texas.”

George nudges Matty to shut up and Caleb looks up at him again, Tommie smiles, the muttering having gone unheard and as she goes to turn around ready to step inside but Caleb gently touches her hand for her attention.

“Think I might want to break my rule.”

“I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

He smiles and closes his eyes, leaning to place a simple peck on her lips, “Florida.” He says against them before walking backwards.

She stands there awkwardly only moving once he’s completely disappeared to step inside the lift.

The doors close slowly, no one says a thing.

“Ooh, Florida…” George says in an American accent as he grips Ross' face, “I’ll see you in Florida, my little alligator Queen.”

“Break your rule, Georgia boy, kiss me.” Ross says in a high pitched voice as they both start making kissing sounds at each other's hands holding each other's faces.

Adam giggles loudly, unable to stop and Matty stands there silently.

“Designated sober friend?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods, “I’ll take Adam and George.”

“Adam’s bunking with me.” He says simply and she nods.

“Okay, uh, Ross is with John, right?” He nods again, “John’s beside me so, I’ll take them both.”

“I can handle my friends, Tommie.”

She nods, “Yeah, you’ve made that very clear.”

“Doesn’t seem to have bothered you much.” He comments, gaze still forward as she tries to untangle Ross’ hand from pulling on George’s hair.

The door opens and she ushers Ross and George, who are still hanging over each other, out into the hallway, like some kind of tired single mother.

She watches Matty and Adam head down the opposite way, Adam’s arms wrapped around Matty’s waist, his head on his shoulder.

Matty looks up as he opens the door, peeling a clingy Adam from him, his eyes catch hers and she pauses in the doorway.

“Goodnight, Matty.”

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burning slowly

The pub wasn't as crowded as other times. But to be fair, Ross had never came on a Wednesday night before.

After more than five days holed up in the studio, George couldn't take it anymore. They had to go out for a drink or he'd take off wherever the hell Charli was and they wouldn't see him for a week. Matty playfully asked him if he was going to leave for Florida and George just rolled his eyes. This was pretty serious.

Ross was also starting to feel the pressure from the demands of the new album. He could feel the tension in the room, in the demeanor of the guys. He needed a break too. Needed to get out of the studio, feel the fresh air on his face and forget for a few hours the madness their lives had become these past weeks.

More than anything, he needed to see you. Be with you.

He missed the warmth of your hand in his and looking into your eyes while hearing the soft sound of your voice telling him how everything's gonna be alright, no matter what.

So he can't help but smile when your laughter echoes through the walls of this pub. Matty and George are sitting in front of you, most likely talking crazy shit. But he can't quite focus on what they're saying because he can't take his eyes off you.

Over there at the back table, it's like you're shining.

There is a light in you that comes from within. And it attracted him from the very first moment he saw you. The way you move, the way you speak, how you left everything behind after getting his call (“Of course I’ll go! I’ll go wherever you are right now. I miss you like crazy, baby”). Light, light, light.

"Here you go, mate."

The voice of the bartender snapped Ross out of his reverie and handed him the pints he ordered.

When he approached the table, Adam got up to help him with the glasses he was carrying.

"You look delighted,” Adam said quietly, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little smile.

Caught. Whatever. He's too far gone to try and hide it now.

“More like an idiot but it is what it is, I guess," Ross smiled back while sitting beside you.

When you felt his presence, paying attention to Matty and George became a difficult task. Especially when Ross got really close to you, his denim rubbing your leg.

God only knows how much you've missed him.

You looked at him and noticed that he was already watching you, adoring crinkly eyes just for you. Without needing to say a word he made all the nights missing him when you went to bed and the lonely breakfasts in the morning fade away. If you could, you'd kiss him square on the mouth right now. But with this audience, you settle for a touch of your lips on his cheek.

"Oh, fuck me! I know you can do better than that," Matty practically shouts and George just looks at him funny before looking at you and Ross again. "It's true! I've seen the two of them when they think nobody's watching."

"You're a creep."

You hardly register who made the comment because a very animated Ross has put his hand on your thigh now and is playing with the hem of your skirt. So, again, you have to pretend you're not affected by this and really focus on the conversation. You don't miss the cheeky grin he's sporting while drinking his beer though.

"Anyway, we're glad you could join us tonight," Adam said to you courteously.

"Especially that one!" Matty pointed at Ross across the table, smirking.

"Very glad," Ross blushed a little and whispered only to you, "thank you for coming, love."

Dropping the shy act rather quickly, Ross pressed his thumb under the hem this time and felt the softness of your skin with little swipes. You think he's just testing you at this point. Being this bold while his friends are present, after days of not being with each other.

Or maybe he's burning. Just like you.

While pondering on this, you noticed George is waving at the door at the front of the pub and more of the band is arriving. Soon you'll need to find a bigger tabl–

"Come here," Ross lifted you and put you on his lap with ease. You were a bit shy and to be honest a little turned on so you gave him a funny expression, at least that's what he thought. All while trying to look innocent and keep up the charade. "More people are coming. Should we not make room?"

"We should," you said while putting your arms around his shoulders. And since him and much less you won't let this go, you put your face close to his and whispered. "Are you cracking, my love?"

With one hand over your thigh and the other holding your hip, he grinned seductively. "Maybe I am".

You gave him a lingering kiss, on the lips this time, feeling drunk on the booze and the feeling of his hands on you after so many days.

"Do you get to go home tonight?" you asked hopefully.

He melted inside and gave you a long lustful look.

"Definitely."

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i would love angst prompt "Don't leave. Please."

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Angst prompt 9- "Don't leave. Please."

Matty almost collapses on stage. He had been a little bit dizzy and a little bit checked out all morning, but he'd excused himself just before they went on stage and did a line, which helped, but by the middle of their set his high begins to wear off. With the loss of his high combined with the wine and the heat of the stage lights, the dizziness comes back with full force and he's forced to sink to his knees and brace himself against the stage to avoid actually going down. The second half of the show is lackluster and Matty can feel eyes on his back the whole time. He hopes the crowd chalks it up to the wine.

The drive to their hotel is quiet and uncomfortable. Ross tries briefly, but George's upset is palpable and Matty knows he's going to bear the brunt of that upset as soon they're alone in their room. There was worry. Everyone was worried as they were coming off stage, but when Matty wiped his nose which had just barely begun to bleed, everything stopped. George had looked at him like he was nothing.

So now Matty's stuck in the back of a van with George, Ross, and Adam and he's tempted to ask Ross or Adam if they want to swap hotel rooms with him for the night. He doesn't, just stays quiet and makes himself as small as he can.

George stays quiet and upset the whole drive and the whole way up to their hotel room. His upset is almost enough to make Matty want to take the stairs rather than stand in the elevator with him. Matty doesn't, but he thinks about it.

George doesn't say anything until the hotel room door falls shut, then he says, "You fucking- you promised. You promised you were done."

"I didn't promise anything."

"Yes, you did," George insists. "You did. You promised me no more cocaine."

Matty doesn't say anything.

"Jesus christ," George mutters. "You just don't care, do you? You don't care how much that fucking scared me. You don't care that you're destroying yourself. You don't care how this affects everyone else. You just. Don't care."

"Don't you dare accuse me of not caring. Everything I do is because I care."

George scoffs. "So you're really just gonna lie to my face?

"I don't lie to you, George," Matty tries.

"That's just funny," George says. "'cause you and I both know that's not true."

"Fuck off," Matty snaps, "I'm not going to be looked at like I'm some kind of child who can't take care of themselves. I'm fucking tired of being treated like I'm incompetent."

"We're not, I'm not saying that you're incompetent," George tries.

"Well, then stop treating me like I am."

"I'm worried about you, Matthew!" George bursts out. "Look at yourself. Tell me you wouldn't be worried if I was acting like you are."

Matty scoffs. "How am I acting, then?"

"You won't tell me anything. You almost collapsed on stage. You tattooed your fucking passport number on yourself. Someone who's well doesn't do that." George sounds like he's begging.

"Fuck you," Matty snaps. "Stop trying to control my life."

George scoffs. "It seems like someone ought to!"

"I'm controlling my own life just fine, George. I'm fucking here. They," he jabs a finger out the hotel room window, "love us. I'm fine! We're fine! We're doing better than we ever thought we would."

"But you're not," George tries. "You're not."

"Fuck off!"

George sighs and stands, saying, "I'm not doing this with you, not here, not now, not ever. You can come find me when you're ready to do more than yell, but you don't get to take it all out on me." With that, he gets up and heads for the door, ready to leave Matty alone in this anonymous hotel room.

"George," Matty tries.

Nothing.

"Don't leave. Please," Matty tries again.

"What do you want me to do, Matty? You don't like it when I care. You don't like it when I don't care, what do you want?"

Matty sniffles, a little bit pathetic, and admits, "A hug, maybe?"

George sighs and stays by the door, but he doesn't try to leave again.

"Please?"

George stays still for a moment, then relents, crossing the room and pulling Matty into a tight hug. "I love you, Matty," he says, "but I don't think I know who you are like this."

Matty doesn't say anything. He's not going to say it, but he's not so sure that he knows who he is, either.

"You can't keep going like this," George murmurs.

"I know," Matty says. "I know. I know I'm in the wrong. I know I've fucked up. I just," he pauses, "I can't stop. I can't stop."

George combs Matty's hair back, tucking stray locks behind his ear, and kisses his temple, but he repeats, "You can't keep doin' this."

Matty nods. "I know. I know, but I can't."

"I'll help," George murmurs. "I'm here. You've got me. Always."

Matty nods again. That's all he can do.

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arabella Pt. 2 - i couldn’t be more in love

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after the night out you go back and the night gets a bit smutty with alex

warnings: err smut and smoking if there is anymore please let me know and I will add them to this list.

"That does sound like a good ideaaaa" I start "There's a but coming isn't there?" "Yes. look I would love to but when these lot" gesturing with my free hand that wasn't attached to Alex. "Get plastered, you can't leave them alone I have to babysit them otherwise Matty will try some dumb shit, George will enable that dumb shit and Ross will just fall asleep, and there won't be anyone who's slightly sober to control them," I state remembering the times we've all got plastered and I wasn't there to clean up after their dumb mishaps.

Alex starts to groan from beside me "Look please, I get that they're all your best mates and all. But you could have a great time just for one night." I start to think it over and come up with a compromise. "okay how about this, we all go back, knowing them they'll be out like a light as soon as their heads hit a pillow. In deep sleep. They can take the spare bedroom they always do. and we're left with the night to ourselves." I finish ranting, then Alex starts up again. "That sounds like a great idea"

We all approach my flat pretty quickly. Everyone was silent as we approached it and walked up the stairs only resuming our talking after my front door. Meowing soon being heard "Caroline" Matty ushered her over, to which she came. Matty looking back at you while stroking her and Alex and gesturing to the cat with his head eyebrows raised as if to say "Look she is mine". I snarled at him while Alex just chuckled at our interaction finding it funny.

soon enough everyone was sat down with Alex residing on the armchair placed in the corner in front of the little window displaying my kitchen George and Ross on the sofa facing the tv but not actually watching what was on the tv (because it was turned off) Matty sat on the floor stroking my cat.

I however was in my bedroom getting out of my clothes putting on lingerie but putting a dressing gown over the top so it didn't look too suspicious, to everyone in the room.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked Alex, returning from my bedroom. "uh yeah I'll have pepsi max please" Matty said in reply "Not you ratty, I wasn't asking you I was asking Alex, fuck you very much you know where the Pepsi is, get it yourself" Matty sighed standing up from the floor putting his hands up walking into the kitchen. "no thanks y/n I'm grand." Alex said in reply to me. "suit yourself, you would be missing out on the killer juice that she makes" George starts rolling off

"y/n/n can I have a juice please," George asks. "I would make you one Georgie but it's too late to start the machine and it would wake Ms. Lambert next door she's old and fragile and needs her rest. I'll make you one in the morning George, how about that?" I state "Okay. I'd like that. be a nice hangover cure" "I second that y/n I'd like one in the morning too" Ross finally puts in. "okay anyone else?" Matty raises his hand "Of course you would. don't worry I'll make you all one, Alex you too, but I think it's time for those who are absolutely gone to go to bed the spare rooms are all set up for when you last slept here, Alex you can have the sofa if you want" "but I tho-" I give him a look as to say just go along with it "yeah that'd be great thanks"

soon the whole flat was in chaos. people coming in and out of the bathroom getting themselves sorted. and soon enough it was quiet. I went to go open the spare bedroom door to check whether the 3 men were asleep. and sure enough, I heard snoring. Going back out to where Alex now sat on the sofa in the middle.

I walked over to him straddling his lap and started kissing him furiously with passion and hunger soon pulling back for some air but not before he caught my lip in his teeth biting on it and then letting it go bouncing back to its original place. I then start to move my lips placing kisses along him starting at his jaw and slowly moving down biting a few times here and there. finally reaching his collarbone where his black t-shirt lay, I tugged it saying "This needs to go" He nodded rather quickly agreeing and tossing it to the other side of the sofa.

I then went back to kissing his chest slowly going working my way down to his navel before I start to undo his jeans slowly kissing his stomach while I peel them down a moan then comes from Alex's mouth ensuring a "y/n quick I'm on the edge" which earns a reply from me "all in good time Alex, all in good time honey" earning, a groan from his mouth.

I then do him a good favor by discarding his jeans and pulling down his boxers soon after showing his erection springing up soon I then lick along his base working my way up to his tip and licking the pre-cum off before taking his whole dick in my mouth moving it up and down, not gagging really proud of myself for that, soon earning a moan from Alex after hollowing my cheeks while moving my head up and down. "Y/n I'm close do something". so I swirled my tongue around him while looking up at him and soon I felt hot spurts go down my throat. swallowing every last bit.

I soon started to work my way back up kissing from Alex's crotch then to his navel up to his chest up his neck to his jaw to his cheek to his lips which then resulted in us in another hot passionate kiss before I started to straddle him again. Alex soon found the tie on my dressing gown and undid it and soon enough my hands left his neck so I could let the robe drop. he then left the kiss sat back and took a few seconds before he burst out "I think we should take this to the bedroom" I nodded in agreement.

his hands went to my bum and picked me up and carried me through the house with me guiding him soon enough we reached my bedroom him using his foot to open the door and he walked backward until the backs of his knees reached the bed turning us around before he placed me on the bed.

He hovered over me placing chaste kisses down my body until he reached my boob his hands found their way to my back managing to undo my bra and pulling it off me and throwing it somewhere around the room not to be cared of right now. He continued kissing my breast biting and sucking here and there. he then placed a chaste kiss again over the newly made purple mark.

he then placed chaste kisses down my body before reaching the bottom of my stomach just above where my thong lay, he then soon pulled that down and I helped discard it kicking it off my legs. he then started kissing down to where my clit was then placing a lick down my slit before finding my hole with his fingers and my clit with his tongue working together and within minutes the momentum he worked up had me releasing straight onto his fingers.

he then placed another kiss on my clit then on the outside and onto my thigh working his way back up my body again before finally placing one on my lips (this one was a bit deeper and more passionate than the others he placed a few seconds ago on my body). I could feel him going rock hard. then pulling away from me and whispering

"I need to do something about this" "Okay" I whispered back quickly turning back to my bedside table and whipping out a condom passing it to him and he put it on. and slowly but surely,  he was soon lined up with my entrance and inserting himself slowly at first but my moans spurred him on to go faster both our highs soon approaching, and then finishing and disregarding the condom. Alex flipped over and laid down. we stayed like that for a few minutes before he piped up again

"come ride my face darling" and so I complied making my way up to his face with me straddling it and soon enough he was licking all throughout me. Darting his tongue in and out of me.  And soon enough I was releasing again. But this time all over Alex's face.

I then went back to laying beside him cuddled up and we stayed like that all throughout the night except...I couldn't fall asleep. so I left my room in search of my dressing gown, soon finding it laying on the ground by the sofas, along with Alex's belongings which I folded up and bought to him but not before putting my dressing gown on. I then went in search of my bag which was in its usual place on the other side of the bed on the floor. I soon retrieved it taking it outside on the fire escape.

"oh!" being frightened by Matty residing there smoking a fag "What are you doing here?" I asked "Couldn't sleep too wide awake with all you OH ALEX! RIGHT THERE! YEAH! AGAIN AGAIN!" "oh piss off will you sometimes a girl needs to be pleasured," I say in reply to Matty pulling an organic cigarette out of my bag and going to light it looking up remembering that Matty had it. soon quickly finishing it off with a "Was I really that loud?" question wanting to find out from my best friend. "nah you weren't that bad to be fair I woke up to you moving to your room and all I could hear was the bed noises I then went up to get a drink and stopped right outside your door to see if you wanted one too turns out you were busy" "ohhh! nice to know I can be quiet" I state with seriousness lacing my words.  

"aha yeah, I suppose so. Dunno if I would though. too hard to comprise my moans, George adam and Ross certainly know how much sex I have through the walls of our shared apartment" Matty says finishing it off with a half-hearted laugh. "all right bug, make sure you get some sleep don't want you flipping everyone off tomorrow, you're unbearable when you're running on four hours sleep" matty says coming over giving me a hug and kissing my temple and rubbing my back, the hug not lasting longer than 2 minutes but it was a well needed one between the two of us. 

-MATTYS P.O.V-   

Making my way back to y/n's spare bedroom after meeting each other at the windowsill, I sighed, I definitely shouldn't feel this way about her but I just do, it's not like she is forbidden but the guys and I made a pact when I was 13 that none of us would go for y/n she was off limits it was never in question that any of us would date her, especially after the fact that all of us had massive crushes on her in '02 but none of us acted on it, it would simply ruin our friendship dynamic. 

entering the bedroom seeing George and Ross passed out on the bed it looked like the sofa was my only option, I would usually go into y/n's bed on a night like this but that's currently occupied .  then my eye catches it, the blow-up bed y/n and I bought on a whim in case we decided that we wanted to throw a party and we had one extra guest. I grab the box and start letting it self inflate. unfortunately, this wakes up George "Matty what are you doing? its" he says pausing mid-sentence to grab his phone to check the time "Half 4 in the morning go to sleep. why are you still up anyways" 

"saw y/n on the fire escape when I went out for a fag because I couldn't sleep. now I can't sleep because of her George, she's so pretty. Sometimes I wish I could just be with her."  "I know you do Matty but you know the deal we made and you know us we never break pacts." It's true we've all never broken a pact, y/n included. the one we made when we were 16 when we vowed to never smoke weed without each other, that came after y/n experienced a terrible high with her ex Jonathan, safe to say he got a punching from George while y/n was with me. She never smoked without one of us again. 

"look all I'm trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not" "Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we're actually not delusional" the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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AU to the AU where girlies last serious ex bf is also in hawaii and tags along. matty is all upset/jealous and the guys have to be like “how is she doing anything different than what you were/are doing with that other girl lols” and he comes to his senses (that it doesn’t feel good for your partner to be hanging around their ex)

oh this is funny. AU where, rather than solely stopping in the middle of the water, the boats then dock in another port so you can get some lunch - therefore, you all had less time to faff about in the water, and while the front flip debacle happened you and matty didn't get the chance to actually talk on the boat. he sidles up to walk beside you between the boat and the beachside bar you're all going to like "hi, sweetheart", but before he can say any more he's interrupted by a male voice calling your name; you look towards the sound, and your face just lights up, before you run over to this ridiculously good-looking man (in my own personal fantasy it's damiano from måneskin lmao but imagine whoever you'd like) who looks to be about your age and who sweeps you into a massive hug. and matty's like genuinely wtf is going on. who is that. why is his hand on my girlfriend's bare back. i don't like this one bit. meanwhile, the rest of the fun boat crew are simultaneously shook and delighted at this turn of events for you, a delight which only increases when you bring the guy over to everyone and say "we're all running into exes on this trip, apparently" and introduce him. in fairness to you, you do wrap your arms around matty's neck (he LATCHES onto you) and say to the guy "this is matty, my boyfriend, we've just moved in together" - however, you do let go pretty quickly to be like "come on, let's get a drink" to the guy and say "someone order me a burger or something, i'll meet you guys at the table in a bit" to your group before leading your ex to the bar.

as soon as you're out of earshot, matty turns to his friends (all smirking, all ready to rip the piss out of him) like "THAT'S HER EX?! what the fuck?! she never told me anything about HIM" and polly's like "what a handsome man he is"; matty's like "polly i love you but you're gay you don't know what you're talking about he's not THAT handsome", and gabi's like "no, matty, if we as lesbians think he's handsome, then he must be fucking gorgeous. but never mind that, have a little seat and a drink and don't worry about the fact he's previously been with and is currently talking to your girlfriend" lmao. but even when everyone's sat down, matty doesn't stop looking at you and your ex (he's in perfect view of the bar) the whole time you're up there, practically inhaling margaritas in an attempt to stop the pain of seeing you talk to the guy all animated and look at him so thoughtfully, especially considering you wouldn't look at him earlier. he nudges ross beside him to say "i really don't like this. he's got his hand on her knee what the fuck is he playing at. he knows she's unavailable!", and ross is like "do you even fucking hear yourself lmao you've been doing the same thing in front of her for three days. and you can't even cope with it for three fucking minutes! you're a bit of a hypocrite, mate" - matty's like "oh FUCK. that's why she's upset with me. christ, i am a fucking idiot. i can't believe she's been feeling like this and i haven't realised. FUCK!" and he starts to get a bit teary.

at that point, the food starts to come out, so he's like "i'll go and get her and say sorry"; he tentatively walks over to you, feeling like he's interrupting when the convo dies down as he nears, and says "sorry to bother you guys, but your food's out, sweetheart". you're like "oh, thanks matty. wait there while i say goodbye", which is kinda evil of you considering you hug your ex really tightly for quite a while and matty just has to stand and watch it - when you break the embrace, you say "it was lovely to see you, safe travels", and your ex is like "same to you". he's really sweet, though, he shakes matty's hand and says "i'm sorry we didn't get a chance to chat, but she told me a lot about you there. she really loves you. i'm so happy for you both" in genuine sincerity; matty's ego boosts a little bit as he thanks the guy and says it was nice to meet him before the two of you head back to the group. it's quiet for a moment before matty says "i'm surprised you didn't invite him to have lunch with us, you seemed happy to see him", and you're like "yeah it was nice to catch up after a few years. but i didn't want you to be uncomfortable having to see me with my ex right next to you for ages" - matty stops, takes your hands in his and says "sweetheart, i am so sorry i put you through that. it's not an excuse, but me and her were so casual that i don't even see her as an ex, really, so i didn't stop to think that you'd be upset. i never want to hurt you, sweetheart, and i'm sorry i've neglected you a bit. i do miss you a lot. and i love you even more. and i'm going to properly act like it from now on". you hug him tightly like "i've missed you, baby. i love you. don't want anyone else", and matty's like "neither do i, sweetheart" and then he pulls back like "can i be on your boat on the way back please i don't want to let go of you from now on" - you smile and say "of course. now come on, food's getting cold". and i think the two of you are extra lovey dovey from that point, eating lunch practically sitting in each other's laps and snuggling up on the boat on the way back <3