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Same For You (9): Our Secret
Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...
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(8) Studio Sessions
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The band are cramped into the small corridor which was considered "back stage", she was pacing up and down what little room she had. They did this gig every week, the band were a contracted performer, they did an hour every single Saturday but today was different. She was nervous and unbelievably so. She was worried she'd forget the lyrics, or she'd mess up on the guitar and throw the whole band off.
Matty and Jamie had invited so many people, too many. The pairs friends, some of whom worked within the industry filled out the room, there was barely any space for incomers, but she didn't mind, knowing the guys who were now her friends, would be smiling up at her on that stage. She knew they'd be at the same table they were sat at that first night. It had been four weeks since then, she had spent most days with them since that day, but so much had changed. They were her friends now, that felt odd to admit but they were her friends. She knew they had her back but she was still unbelievably anxious.
The small door creaks open and her head snaps far too quickly to the noise, almost giving herself whiplash. Her nerves settle somewhat when she sees the curly haired man smiling widely at her. He was clad in black suit trousers, white shirt tucked in, the sleeves slightly rolled up. She couldn't deny, he looked good. She's instantly reminded of the still fairly new revelation that she did indeed fancy him, liked him even.
"There she is, woman of the hour" he says, stepping towards her, hugging her before she got the chance to deny him. He smells like cigarettes but his scent peeks through too, something comparable to cedar wood, or sandal wood, she wasn't sure. A spicy undertone lingers and something earthy too. She learnt that, the scent was the perfume he chose to wear, but through all that, through the cigarettes and the perfume, there was him: he smelt musky and warm but also sweet, he smelt, like Matty.
"I hate you" she breathes out, voice barely coming out. His eyes widen and he releases a puff of air through his noise, silently laughing at her words. The confession doesn't surprise him (even though it wasn't true) Matty was half expecting this day to come, the day where she hated him, he thought most people ended up hating him eventually. Not with her though, she knew no matter what he did, no matter how harsh or unjustified, she'd always be there, wanting him in her life, unable to hate him, for he was her... in some ways.
"What have I done now?" He asks, half joking, pulling back to look at her.
"There's so many people out there Matty!" She says, lightly hitting his chest.
"Hey!" He says, gently grasping her wrist which landed against his chest, his thumb grazes the skin, back and forth twice before he lets go "you'll be fine. I know you will" he says and she can't help but believe him.
"You can't be back here Healy' they hear Clara say, both turning towards her. Of course she's joking but Matty still raises his arms up in surrender, slowly backing up to leave through the door he came in.
"You'll be fine okay? You've got this" he says and she nods. He thinks about telling her how good she looked, but ultimately decides not to. Ross.
As soon as he leaves her nerves are back and she's pacing again. She does a total of four lengths of the corridor, her bandmates doing their own rituals. Jay drumming a beat on his leg, Clara smoking a joint, Abbie with her eyes shut, thinking of something completely unknown to Y/n. Four lengths and the door is creaking back open, she turns again seeing Ross. Her already laboured breath almost stops completely as she sees him. He stopped her world from spinning momentarily, until it's only her and him and them, together. Until its spinning again, faster than it does with anyone else. She knew no matter how hard she tried to describe her feelings towards him, she would fall short. He was everything, since the first day and every day since.
His hair is up in a neat bun and his beard looks as if it's been freshly groomed. His smell invades her senses and her eyes rake down his body quickly, trying not to make her desire or attraction too obvious.
He was dressed in black suit trousers and a white shirt, almost identical to Matty. His sleeves aren't rolled and sit properly against his wrists, but her eyes fall to his chest, revealed by undone buttons at the top of his shirt. The first two are undone but the third is loose and she feels a need to pluck it undone, revealing more of him. She notices the necklace around his neck, a simple chain and her knees almost buckle at the sight.
Images flash through her head, images where she tugs against the chain, sending his lips against hers, sending him forward, into her. She wills the thoughts away, forcing a smile onto her lips.
"Hi" he smiles, taking in her outfit now, she wears an outfit consisting of all black, black trousers that flare slightly but hug her tightly, extenuating her thighs and bum. Her top is a soft cotton like material but is a corset style, the middle dips fairly low and Ross actively has to stop himself looking at the swell of her breasts. The fabric stops at her waist, curved in a v, the middle piece hitting the top of her belly button, meaning a small slither of skin was revealed and he almost swears when he sees the shimmer of a piercing. They shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, having these feelings, wanting what they so desperately wanted. They knew that more than anything else, fully aquatinted with the idea now.
"Hi" he forces out, his voice gravelly and it sends thrills through her body. He apprehensively steps forward,not wanting to break the bubble that surrounded them. But he wanted to be closer to her. So he pushes his desire down, his features turning softer as he smiles at her.
"Matty invited a lot of people" her voice shakes slightly and he immediately knows she's nervous. His hands find her hips, lightly pulling her closer.
"And Jamie..." Ross says and he feels her nod.
Her arms weave around his back, resting against his shoulder blades as she tucks her head into his lower chest, she nuzzles there, smelling him secretly as she does. She feels the muscles contract under her touch as his own arms wander up from her hips, seizing her small waist, squeezing the flesh once before his grasp loosens.
She feels the ghost of his lips against her head.
"You're going to smash it" he says and she leans back to look at him.
"What if I forget the words... Or mess up on the guitar and throw off the others?" her voice is rushed and Ross breathes deeply, a silent reminder that she should too. She mimics his actions, her shoulders slumping as she does, a weight lifted almost immediately. She was surprised by how quickly he grounded her.
"You won't... And if you do, just laugh it off... Breathe and carry on okay? We all mess up sometimes... I still do to this day" he says, his words making her feel better.
"Okay..."
"And I'll be there okay? Just look at me if you need to" he offers and she nods, hugging him one last time before he's walking backwards to leave.
His back meets the door and he begins pushing it slightly, not before a smirk settles on his lips.
"Look good by the way" he says, eyes dancing across her figure, slow and torturous, and then he's gone.
"Jesus Christ" she murmurs, clutching her thighs and shaking her head, reminding herself to get her head out of the clouds, out of the gutter.
"He wants you so bad" she feels a hand on her shoulder and she turns, Abbie staring down at her and smirking.
"Stop... You know we can't"
"doesn't mean you don't want to... And I don't blame you, he's hot" she stares at the door that he left through.
"Need I remind you, you're gay Abbie?" She asks and Abbie laughs, shrugging.
"Exactly... I'm gay and that man is still fucking fine" y/n laughs at that, before she lets Abbie lead her to the rest of the band. They form a circle, arms wrapping around each other's shoulders.
"Let's go out there and show them what we've got aye?" Jay asks and Clara and Abbie nod. Their eyes all fall on her and Jay raises his eyebrows.
"You're fucking amazing. Remember that. You've got this" Jay says and she nods.
"Yeah. yeah!" She says, they're all then letting out howls and barks like a bunch of maniacs, something they always did to make each other laugh before a show, to ease the tension. The band make their way onto the stage before she does but she pokes her head around the side, spotting the boys and Jamie, all smiling as the band take their places, she watches as they cheer, George placing his fingers in his mouth and blowing out a loud whistle.
She then walks on and everyone's cheers grow louder making her smile and laugh, shaking her head as she looks out. She smiles and waves at the small group of people who attend every week, they cheer for her.
"Damn there really is a lot of you here tonight" she hears Clara say and she smiles, hands grasping her own microphone, adjusting it slightly.
"We're 'The Love Of Thieves' and we're going to perform some covers... but also some original songs tonight... This is one we wrote with some friends of ours" her eyes flick to the back of the venue, spotting the boys, all of whom smile widely at her, Matty putting his thumbs up at her.
They begin playing one of the songs they had recorded with the guys, a track titled "Feel It Coming"
"can see it in your eyes, I can feel your body shake, I look at you and see myself , A broken mirror that tears and breaks, A victim of my own reflection, Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun" she sings, her voice is slightly shaky but it's not overly obvious. Her eyes land on Ross who mouths a "breathe", she does and instantly feels better.
They all join in on the chorus, harmonies sounding perfect and the crowd really love it. She can see Jamie filming them on his phone and she smiles, flashing him a toothy grin, knowing it would probably end up on his story with a plea to join Dirty Hit. She also sees Matty filming, and she smiles at him too, he holds a thumb up at her again.
"I can feel it coming, feel it coming, feel it coming, Can't you see it in my eyes, I can see the truth inside, I can feel it coming, feel it coming, I can feel it!" They continue pushing until the song ends and everyone cheers.
"Thank you!" She says, smiling across at the people, scanning the crowd once over.
"This is really cool... Thanks for coming everyone, we do this show every Saturday, but tonight feels very special" she says, eyes landing on the boys at the back of her venue again, blushing slightly when they smile back widely at her.
"This next one is one of my favourites..." she says, beginning to play "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac.
"If they come on tour with us... they're playing this" Jamie says, turning to the boys, all of whom nod.
"She's amazing..." Ross says, eyes trained on her. Adam, George, Jamie and Matty all look at him, all sensing the same thing. He was obsessed.
"Damn you're so whipped and she's not even your girl" George says, making the other guys laugh (Matty's is forced)
"Shut up" Ross mumbles. Matty's eyes never leave the man, sighing to himself. He deserved her, Ross was good and so was she, he had to remind himself of that.
They perform some more songs and a cover or two, eventually finishing their set and thanking everyone for coming again. Ross is on his feet before she's even stepped a foot off the stage and he meets her there, grasping her waist in his hand and swinging her around as he hugs her.
"You're fucking amazing" he says, placing her down as the rest of the group join them.
"Killing it love" Matty says making her smile.
"you really are" she hears Jamie say and she smiles, stepping forward to hug him.
"Good to see you again old man" she jokes and he smiles widely, giving her a side hug, they speak briefly, Jamie checking in on how the band were feeling about the deal, she asks to speak to him privately later.
Before she can say another word her name is being called from behind her and she frowns before she excuses herself.
She finds Abbie who is calling her, her girlfriend Olivia wanting to say hello to her. Ross watches as the two girls hug, he watches as y/n smiles widely, she watches as she laughs with the other two girls, he watches as she turns, eyes not finding his but finding Matty's.
"Matty!" She calls "come here for a second please" and Ross feels jealousy pang in his chest.
Ross watches as Matty comes to stand at her side, hand flat against her lower back, touching the slither of skin that's revealed.
"Matty this is Olivia... Abbie's girlfriend, she's a bit obsessed with you" y/n says making the girl blush.
"Is that so?' Matty says, raising his eyebrows, eyes not leaving hers, despite the other two women staring at him. His eyes eventually leave hers and he smiles at the girl.
"Lovely to meet you" he says kindly, they all continue their conversation and Ross sighs, watching as they laughed, watching as Matty began running his hand down her back slowly.
George notices him staring and states "nothings going on there you know?" He asks And Ross sighs.
"You know I kept telling myself the same thing... Now I'm not sure" he says. The truth is he had no right to be jealous, he knew that, they weren't together, she wouldn't allow that, they were - in her words - just them. He reminded himself daily that she was not his, that she was doing the right thing for her band and for herself, but he couldn't help but want her. It was almost like a basic human need, like water and sleep and food. He needed her like she was air. He knew she was figuring things out with Matty, she was open with him about that, but he couldn't help but feel jealous looking at the pair.
'Figuring things out' left a lot to be imagined, was she figuring out if she liked him? That he could handle, Ross knew Matty better than anyone, knew the guy he truly was, through the 'Truman Black' façade he put across, he also wasn't blind, he knew he was a good looking guy, he knew most people fancied him, hell he was pretty sure he even fancied him to a certain extent. He also knew what Matty was like, truly, he was a true and fierce friend, he was loving and determined and he would die for the ones he loved. He could deal with her figuring out whether she just thought he was hot, he could even deal with the idea of her fancying him a little bit. But her figuring out whether she wanted to be with him instead of Ross? That thought destroyed him.
"They just get each other, they're just friends though" George says, making Ross shake his head in disbelief, but then she's turning to him, smiling widely. She turns back and he frowns, thinking that's it, she sees her say something to the group, but then she's facing him again and walking toward him.
She's at his side next, brushing against him as she talks to the group, listening to their compliments, blushing deeply. Matty is still talking to her band members and she realises Jamie has joined him, but she didn't mind, she had Ross.
She noticed him looking down at her from the corner of her eye and she looks up at him when the conversation shifts way from her.
"Want to go outside for a bit?" He asks and she nods, allowing him to weave his hand into hers and letting him lead them outside. A few people are smoking so he continues around a corner, where no one is standing, not letting her hand go when they stop.
He towers over her and she cranes her head to look up at them. They have two silly happy smiles on their faces and their cheeks begin to hurt with how much they're smiling.
"You're really amazing you know that?" He says and she smiles. Something has shifted between them, it was obvious. Something was present in the air between them... something different, something more.
"You might've mentioned it once or twice" she says, making him chuckle and squeeze her hand. A silence falls between them and she watches as he looks over her, his features slowly falling. She can almost see the wheels turning in his mind and she frowns, knowing something is up.
"What did the girls want to say to Matty?" He asks and the pin drops. Of course this was about Matty.
"Oh nothing really" she laughs "Olivia - Ab's girlfriend, she's low key obsessed with him, it's kind of a big joke between the band, so I was just introducing them" she explains and Ross shakes his head. He was so stupid.
Oh he thinks.
"Oh" he says, feeling like a fool for even thinking it was something else.
"I told you nothing's happening there.... just figuring it out" she says, words trailing off as she looks up at him.
"nothing can happen... With either of you" she says and he frowns, his hand is still holding hers but her words make him feel like he should let go.
"Oh' he repeats sadly.
"It's not a good idea Ross... We're working together now" she says and he realises she has never once said she doesn't want this.
"Come on... You feel this..." He gestures between them "you feel what I feel... Who are we to deny that?' he says, she must admit, he makes a good argument. But she forces herself to shake her head. She couldn't... Not just because they were working together. She just couldn't.
"We can't" she says and he frowns.
"Why?", please don't say Matty he thinks.
"We're working together Ross, we can't be doing this" her words don't sound as convincing anymore and so she lets him step closer, only taking a small step backwards, not really putting that much space between them. She lets his hands run the bare skin of her sides, she lets his large hands clamp around her waist. She lets him step in between her opening thighs, lets him press her against the concrete of the wall.
He lowers his face slowly, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips, stopping when they were centimetres away, their lips nearly grazing when he speaks.
"I really want to kiss you... I've wanted to kiss you since G's... since the start..." he admits, his breathing is laboured like hers, deep and heavy sighs falling from the other.
"Ross... We shouldn't" but she inches closer to him, tasting the Guinness he had been drinking on his breath. She wanted it too, since the very first time they met and especially since the dinner at George and Charli's.
"We shouldn't" he confirms, making her nod, her bottom lip bumping against his slightly as her head moved up and then down. He's enthralled by the way it bounces slightly and he watches as her tongue runs along it, trying to taste him, despite them barely touching for more than a split second.
"I shouldn't be holding you like his" he says, hands gripping her waist slightly harsher and he has to hold back a grunt at the way her breath hitches.
"I shouldn't be able to feel your skin against mine right now" he says, curling his hand slightly, fingertips moving against the bottom of her top, against her stomach, she feels the knuckles graze her belly button and she gasps.
"I shouldn't be hearing those pretty little noises come from you and I definitely shouldn't be wanting to kiss you' he says and she nods again, lips grazing his again. Except this time she slows when her head moves back down, lips properly grazing his now.
"Stop me..." He demands but she can't.
"Please y/n stop me... Because if I kiss you I'm afraid I won't be able to stop" he says, lips touching hers with every word, yet they still hadn't properly kissed.
"No" she gasps and he's suddenly pushing forwards, lips firmly pressed against hers. He sighs against her mouth and feels her sigh against his. Its like her dream, expect its not a dream, its real this time. He's really there in front of her, with his plump lips that taste like stout and him, moving against hers. He's tangible, she can really touch him and she is, her hands are flying to his chest, feeling the way the muscles contracted under her touch. He was so reactive to her and she loved it.
Her lips are soft against his and he sighs deeply again. His hand is placed against her jaw, thumb moving against her cheek, it's sweet and gentle. He's addicted but he needs more. He's worried more than anything, that she will change her mind, so before that happens he gently runs his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for access which she gladly gives him.
His tongue is warm and possessive when it meets hers, she feels him everywhere and the sensation has her hands drifting up, clinging onto his shoulders harder, making him grunt into her mouth. The sound does something to her, awakens something inside her. She moans and pushes forward, meeting his tongue with equal force and fervour as his. She had never been kissed like this before, she didn't even think kisses could feel like this. This intense... This powerful.
When his tongue pushes more harshly against hers she moans loudly and Ross has to pull back from the kiss to collect himself. His forehead falls against her chest, eyes shutting, hands clamping around her waist before they loosen and sooth against the skin, afraid he's hurt her.
"One sec love..." He says, making her giggle. One hand weaves its way up his back, landing on the nape of his neck, toying with the strands that have slipped from his bun. He hums against her. His head moves upwards, leaning his forehead against hers and his eyes open at the noise, his dark eyes which are ridden with lust, soften and he smiles. A cute, huge one which makes her heart flutter again.
"That was..." His words trail off, for he can't come up with a word adequate to describe that kiss. She nods, understanding what he means. His brown orbs flick between her eyes and lips again, sighing, his hand grasps her face in his hold again, thumb trailing down across her cheek until he's grazing her bottom lip which is more swollen than usual. His eyes follow the movement of his thumb, watching the way her mouth dips open slightly, before pursing slightly, kissing the pad of his thumb. That has his eyes snapping upwards to hers, they smile in sync, perfectly timed.
"Sorry love. I just need one more" he says, pressing his mouth to hers again. She takes what he gives, needing it now, she knew this shouldn't be happening, but now she had it, she wouldn't be able to stop. His mouth envelops her bottom lip, tugging it slightly, mouth opening, head turning, lips moving against each other so naturally it's like they've done it a thousand times before. Kissing her is like playing bass, it feels natural, it feels right and he is convinced it was what he was born to do.
"Ross" she murmurs, pulling away slightly.
"We can't tell anyone about this..." She says, feeling bad that she even needed to say it. She didn't want to force him to hide anything from Matty and the rest but he too thought it was probably best.
"Of course" he says.
"Our secret" she says and he smiles again at that, liking, no, loving the sound of it. Something that was just there's.
"I like that' he says, smiling widely down at her. She sighs and mumbles a "fuck it" grabbing his chain and tugging him towards her once again, their lips already open when they meet, tongues and teeth clashing. He grunts into her mouth, moaning at the way she just tugged at his chain, feeling the metal lightly dig into the back of his neck, not that he minded, not one bit.
When one of his large hands leaves her waist, trailing down and curving at the last instance to grab a handful of her arse, she moans into his open mouth, having to pull away to stop herself from begging him to take her home.
"We should stop" she says as his lips try to move against hers again. He sighs. But it's a content one.
"We should" another kiss shared. "Ross" he pulls away. He sighs. It's too hard. Its too hard to stop when he needs her more than he needs oxygen.
"You're a good kisser" she admits, smiling up at him. Her words stroke his ego and he can't help but smirk. The smirk only making her want to smear her mouth to his again. So she does.
"So are you..." he says against her mouth making her moan into his.
"Jesus christ" he says, making her giggle before their lips reconnect.
They eventually return to the rest of the group, and Ross feels sad when Matty tugs her away from him and the group as soon as he gets the chance. Her heart longs to be at Ross' side, but she still allows Matty to lead her away, insisting she met some friends of his.
She can't help but feel slightly zoned out during the conversations she has with Matty's friends, eyes constantly searching the room to find Ross', vision always narrowing when she sees him, eyes landing on his lips, which curve into a smirk when he catches her looking.
She blushes, turning away, finding him staring not that long after. It continues like that for the rest of the night, one catching the other looking, one smirking or blushing after being caught. She eventually gets to return to the group, gets to return to Ross, and the way he holds her thigh under the table, just like that night at Charli and George's, has her head spinning.
This time she doesn't stop him, she doesn't get annoyed and doesn't stand abruptly. She allows the pad of his thumb to graze her thigh, allows him to grip the covered flesh, practically massaging it under his touch. Her eyes flick back and forth to him, taking in the way he smirked as he raised his drink to his mouth, the head of his beer coating his moustache, his tongue peeking out to remove it, teasing her. Constantly teasing her.
This was wrong. She knew that. But she couldn't help herself. If it was wrong, why did it feel so right?
She catches Jamie at one point during the night, heading back from the rest room, she's smiling widely when she sees him and he knows something is up.
"We'll do it, we'll sign the contract" she says excitedly, when Jamie doesn't reply she wonders why, she realises that he's looking behind her, a wide, huge smile resting on his lips. She turns and sees him. Curls falling in front of his face, lips red from the wine he's been drinking, lips pulled taut in a huge smile, eyes sparkling.
He's with her in two steps then, tugging her upwards, picking her up, forcing her legs around his hips just so she doesn't fall. He spins them, she feels dizzy but she feels free, alive, high.
"Knew you'd say yes!" he says, face tucked into her neck.
Ultimately, Matty raised her up, he made her feel high, on life and on him. But she knew when he would tumble down he would drag her with him. Perhaps they were too similar, too alike to work fully.
Ross grounded her, but he set her soul ablaze too, she soared with him, flew, high on life and him, but the string that attached them was strong, never breaking or wearing away, she was safe with him. Her heart was safe.
Her thoughts and feelings were clearer now, but somehow it complicated things. She liked Ross, really really liked him, he was everything, the air she needed to breathe, the passion coursing through her body, the blood in her veins, the music she loved, everything.
But she still couldn't deny that she liked Matty, she liked the way they were kindred spirits, forever searching for that person who understood them without trying. She found that with Matty, he healed parts of her, but she couldn't help but worry that he also had that power to completely destroy her.
She was worried more than anything, that she'd listen to her heart, and lose them both.
© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe
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it's not a threat, it's a promise - Matty Healy x Female Reader
WARNINGS!! SMUTTTTT, unprotected pnv, fingering (kinda) mentions of being drunk, established relationship
(idk guys it's very vanilla, sorry 😔💔)
((Matty's dialogue is red, reader's is pink))
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From across the road, you see Matty being harassed by some fans, and as he sees you, he raises an eyebrow in acknowledgement, giving a mock-chuckle.
You adore your boyfriend, but nowhere near as much as his fans do. You stare at him and his cute cheeky smile until he breaks away from the crowd and walks over to you
Hey, you...
He puts his arm around you as he leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek
How does it feel to be the most loved man in the world?
Ah, you know, I've been more loved in the past...
His attention is already distracted by someone from the crowd, as they call out to him, waving and pointing asking him for an autograph
He mouths "So sorry, I can't! Gotta go..." to his fans across the street and motions to the restaurant you're standing outside of. You both head in and sit at your reserved table.
He has one of his arms draped over your shoulder as you approach the table, he pulls out your chair for you to sit down.
So, how was your day?
It was mid, better now that I'm with you though
You bat your eyelashes cartoonishly.
I think I might have to reward you if you keep complimenting me like that...
Oh don't threaten me with a good time haha
Not a threat, darling, a promise.
He grins, as the waiter returns with a notepad and pen and starts taking our order.
After dinner you leave the restaurant and hop in the car, the chauffeur drives away. You're both pretty drunk and begin making out in the backseat.
He nibbles on your collar bone and whispers something in your ear. You let out a light moan as he kisses down your neck. You grab his face and bring his lips up to meet yours. The driver pulls up to the hotel you're staying in and you both stumble out of the car.
Thankfully it's late enough at night that no fans stop you on the way up. He fumbles for the keycard and opens the door. The second you enter the hotel room you begin making out again
He picks you up like you're nothing, carrying you the rest of the way into the room and setting you down on the bed. His demeanor instantly changes from cheeky to hungry, as he pins you down onto the mattress and kisses you, his hands trailing along your thighs.
He hovers over you and just looks at you for a moment.
God you look beautiful...
With those words, his focus becomes all on you, and he gently brushes the hair away from your face as he looks down at you
You smile against his lips as you kiss him again, you tug at the bottom of his shirt hinting for him to take it off, which he does. As soon as his shirt comes off, his tattoos peek out and your gaze drifts down the sleeve of his right arm. He's like a work of art, a masterpiece in human form.
You take your dress off leaving you in just your underwear. He looks back up at you and pulls you into him, his focus fixed on your lips.
He looks at you for consent and you nod before he takes his jeans off.
His hard dick bounces out of his underwear as he pulls them down, he's aching for your touch. He rubs himself against your wet folds a few times before pushing into you. He bottoms out and begins carelessly thrusting himself into you. He whimpers at the feeling of you.
Fuck you're so perfect. Could fuck you for hours.
His cock hits your g-spot with ease, he knows your body. His hand works its way between you and begins rubbing your clit, your back arching at his touch.
Fuck... Matty-
Every thrust brings you closer to your climax until finally his dick twitches inside of you and his release begins leak out of you. The feeling of him fucking his warm cum into you pushes you over the top.
Come on, I want to feel you come on my cock
You clench around him, your body fills with ecstasy.
Atta girl
He moans before collapsing on top of you. He pulls out and rolls over. You lay next to each other catching your breath. After a moment you tease him
You certainly followed through with your promise
What can I say, I'm a man of my word.
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arabella pt 13.- Tolerate it.
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"Matty is our main focus right now. Not the band. Not hann and I. Not Alex and I. so don’t you even dare George. The band doesn’t matter right now”
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6 weeks later.
Okay. So maybe I was wrong when I said that I'd be okay as soon as Matty went to rehab. But I wasn't I didn't know how to live without him. He was the glue that held our friendship group together. Now that he's gone we've all fallen out. I'm on the outs with both George and Adam. I'm close to being on the outs with Ross too, having snapped at him one too many times this past 4 weeks. He's been strong, he knows that I am worried about Matty. We all are, he just hides it better.
Matty... I haven't spoken to him since he left for barbados. He said that It would be hard to keep contact. It will just make him want to come home. He didn't want that. He wanted to get better. For everyone's sake. They left the album behind for him to record his vocals when he got back. When that would be nobody knew.
Apart from Deliah. she had been his point of contact, having not known her for that long it made it easier to keep in touch with him, without actually being in touch. She wouldn't tell us when he was coming back. Because in all honest Matty didn't know either. He had his bad days and good. Rehabilitation wasn't a one way street it had a lot of twists and turns but it would get you to the final destination eventually. Sobriety. That was what we all wanted for Matty so we decided to respect his decisions.
As for Alex. He came down after finishing his mexican leg. I didn't stay very long in Wilmslow. Just until Matty left. Alex came down to visit in that time though. Met my parents, safe to say he was a hit. Though my dad gave him the talk "if you hurt my daughter I hurt you back ten times harder". But then 2 weeks ago I was in his apartment looking for my bra which had been thrown on the floor and then pushed under the bed as i went to go grab it my hand felt papers so I naturally picked them up, they were poems written in the style of love letters, one was dated to about two weeks ago, it broke my heart because they weren't addressed to me they were addressed to a girl named Flo and another addressed to Alexa. I didn't have time to dwell on it though because we were due to go out so I left it and shoved them back under the bed.
My job was still going steady, I featured in 2 music videos. One for a relatively new band one direction and one for Alex again. He insisted. And I even did London fashion week, It was a definitely a pinch me moment. Walking alongside people like Kate Moss and Cara Delevingne. Everyone was so lovely. It was bittersweet that George Adam and Matty couldn't be there, but Ross, Alex and my parents were there.
Right now though, I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in london waiting for Ross. He said he had a surprise for me. Whenever Ross said he had a surprise it usually wasn't a good one. It usually involved something nobody liked, illegal or dangerous. One year when we were all 15 Ross decided to steal his parents car drive it to the rec so we could all smoke weed somewhere warm. It probably wasn't a good idea though. Because Denise was coming back late from a shoot in a car she saw us, and heard us (no thanks to Matty), Dragged us back to our houses and we were all grounded for a month. Matty getting 2 since Denise never let him off easy.
The scraping of a chair to the side of me slipped me from my thoughts. "What do you want Ross?" "Wow. Whatever happened to hello?" "Just shut up and tell me what you want" "Okay, well I'm staging an intervention. This has gone on way too long this arguing between you and Adam and you and George. I'm fed up of the distance you've put up. Matty certainly doesn't need it for when he gets back. Apologize please. George is on his way now. Adam has to make a stop first."
I hate to admit it but Ross was right. I had put up a wall between me and everyone. Matty didn't deserve that for when he returned. I also hated not knowing what was going on with George and Adam, it was like a piece of me was missing. Like I wasn't properly whole.
The bell rang throughout the cafe. snapping me from my thoughts again. George stood there. Pulling up a chair on the opposite side of where Ross and I were sat. Silence rang deep through the three of us. None of us speaking.
"G..." I started soon cut off "Y/n. don't I was completely in the wrong. I shouldn't have assumed. Shouldn't have blamed Matty for something that wasn't his fault in the first place, I was wrong. And for that I'm sorry" "G. It's okay. I forgive you. It was a very stressful time. I understand the immense pressure you were under." "Okay friends again? Hug?" I let out an immense puff of breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. Shoulders dropping. "yes please I've missed my tree hugs these past 6 weeks" I say standing up and walking around the table to hug him.
We stayed like that for a good few minutes before George broke the hug pulling away. And sitting down. I followed in his steps sitting on mine and Ross' side. "Have either of you heard from Dee?" we both shook our heads. "I haven't spoken to her on the Matty front since hearing about him stroking horses." I said "Oh weird. How long ago was that?" "About a week ago. she said he should be coming out soon. He's come on leaps and bounds apparently" I said.
"I hope its soon" A voice broke out. There stood Adam. I hadn't seen him in about a month. He looked different. Like he hadn't slept in weeks the bags under his eyes more prominent, I had never noticed them before. He looked stressed, probably was.
"Adam!" I said getting up to hug him. "I'm sorry, I should've realized that it was hard on you. I didn't realize it would effect you that much."
"It's not that. That's not the reason for my eye bags. My cousins visiting. She's driving me insane. She's being so loud at night. Don't get me wrong I love her. You all know I love Flo but man sometimes. She's mad that I didn't tell her about Matty. She's going off at me anytime I'm around her I'm currently avoiding her." Adam says
"well... that's wheels for you" George says after Adam finishes.
"I'm sorry...who the fuck is wheels. And why do I not know about her? Why does she all know you so much?" I say questioning everything that Adam had said. "She's Adam's cousin. She spent her summers over in Wilmslow. You wouldn't know her because you were always in Brighton whenever she was over. So you would have never bumped into her." "Makes sense invite her over." Just as I say that.
"ADAM!! look who I found while chasing you down." A woman with brown hair walks in and tugs on my boyfriends arm. Why is Adams cousin with my boyfriend? I'm so confused right now.
"ALEX!!!!" I say running up to him. hugging him
"hey babe." he says hugging me back.
"I wasn't aware you were back in London?" "Just got back last night. Was just walking to your place and bumped into Flo. Thought she was still in Sheffield. Apparently not." "You are going to have to explain how you know Adam's cousin though I'm so confused right now" Of course I already knew how he knew her the love letters but that wasn't anything to say because he didn't know I knew about them. "She's my best mate has been since forever, she's in the same friendship group as everyone else in the band is so..."
"fair enough, go sit down I'll grab you a coffee. It's on me this time. You bought the last lot." I say kissing him on the lips and urging him to go and sit down with the rest of them.
While I'm stood in the queue. Flo in front of me she turns around. "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Flo. Friends with the whole lot of that table over there" She says extending her hand out with a smile plastered on her face
"I’m y/n, How long have you known G, Ross and Matty for?" "Since I was 17. I'm 26 now. So... A long time. How about you how long have you known them for?"
"Since we were babies, Matty's mum and mine were best friends for ages before Matty and I were born. So naturally that lot came wherever Matty went and Matty went wherever I went. Our Mum's used to say we were attached at the hip."
"So you must be missing him like mad then?"
"yeah just a little bit. It feels weird not having my sidekick with me through everything."
"yeah I can imagine. I don't know what I would do if Matt or Alex wasn't with me all the time." she says.
"Oh so you and Alex are quite attached then?" I say the jealousy leaking out a bit.
"Oh. HAHA" she says. Walking over and getting her coffee and going to sit down next to Alex. weird.
I couldn't help but be worried she just laughed and walked off. 'stop worrying y/n you have nothing to worry about, you and Alex are completely fine' My thoughts in my head were all over the place, I had no one to talk to since Matty left. He was my point of contact all the time we would talk for hours and hours about everything and anything he would calm me down, he was there for me when my ex cheated on me. He was there when my dad went to rehab. And for him not to be here when everything was turning to shit it sucked. I didn't know what to do.
"latte and croissant" The person at the till shouted snapping me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my coffee and croissant and went to sit back down next to George this time seen as Flo had sat down next to Alex.
What I didn't notice before is how close Alex and Flo actually were they were laughing and hugging every few moments, if anyone walked past our table at that moment in time they would think that Alex and Flo were together not Alex and I.
"so, Flo what do you do?"
"I'm a painter, I've found a gallery that's holding an exhibition. I've also designed both the monkeys and the 1975's merch. even after they changed their name many times. Was thinking about leaving them high and dry. Then I heard about Matty going to rehab so I thought better. I actually have the rough drafts for both of your merch guys. Do you want to see" They all answered yeah. And so I realised that was my time to slip out this didn't involve me not feeling the greatest about Alex and Flo already.
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"hey dee" I said after the phone call indicated that dee had picked up "hey y/n you okay?"
"yeah just wondering if you had a date yet?" "You're missing him loads huh?" "yeah, just a bit he's my ride or die. I'm going insane. I have no one to talk shit with" "yeah I understand. I do have a date actually. But I'm not allowed to say he wants it to be kept a surprise" "Oh?" I say my eyebrow extending.
"yeah. Look listen all I can say is it's soon and in no time you'll have your bestfriend back. Won't be long now"
"Thanks dee. talk to you tomorrow?"
"yes. Talk to you tomorrow love."
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After talking to dee I decided to go home. I just felt like my social battery had died and wanted to be home alone so I jumped on to the tube.
Arriving at my flat I noticed the door was unlocked and left ajar. That's odd. I was completely sure I had locked and closed it before I left.
I put my keys in between my knuckles until I got inside then I grabbed my bat by my door that Matty insisted I kept there when I moved out to London.
Humming broke out through the flat.
Then soft singing.
A one direction song.
"they don't know about us"
I knew that voice.
I edged towards the kitchen where the singing was coming from, just to be sure.
I was oh so sure.
Here he was in my flat. singing. making what looked like eggs.
I dropped the bat the sound echoing through my flat. Making him turn around.
"Geez bug. scare a guy why don't you?"
"Scare you? How about you scaring me? You broke in."
"Not exactly, I had a key."
"You left my door open you idiot" I slapped him on the chest
"OUCH."
"Grow up. You went to rehab not the hospital."
"If you don't recall. I was in the hospital before I went to rehab"
"Just shut up" I say before going into hug him. He happily obliges. Lifting me up off the ground and spinning me around.
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"You know when Dee said you'd be back soon. I didn't think she meant this soon."
"yes well, I didn't think it would be this soon until last week when my therapist said he thinks I'm better. well better enough to cope on the outside world anyway. anyway, enough about me. what happened while I was away?"
"G and I had an argument. so did Adam and I but we've patched things up now. I'm back at work doing prep for london fashion week. I have 3 tickets. I was just going to sell them seen as mum and dad can't make it down. But since your here, you can have one. I don't know about the other two though."
"What about Alex?"
"what about him?"
"why is it that you aren't taking him"
"ugh. I found some letters the other day while roaming about his flat. It seemed like love letters Matty. The oldest one was two weeks ago they was addressed to girls named Alexa and flo. and then flo turned up laughed in my face and was acting all loved up with Alex... What if he's cheating on me?"
"Nooooo.... surely not wheels and Alex. Last thing I knew she was dating peter."
"yes...well believe it cause it's very real" I say back
“I just can’t believe it….surely not”
“I don’t know but I just can’t think properly”
“Message him, ask him to talk”
“okay.”
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A/n: so it’s finally here after a few months i’ve just been so busy and had really bad writers block but i think this has to be one of my favourite fics… a massive thank you to @imagine-that-100 to letting me use Flo’s character from @nriacc I loved that fic so much so a big big thank you and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💕💕
#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#matty healy#george daniel#matty healy x reader#adam hann#alex turner x y/n#matty healy x you#matty healy x y/n#ross mcdonald#alex turner angst#alex turner fic#alex turner imagine#alex turner fanfic#alex turner#matty healy x oc#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#nick omalley#matt helders#matty healy angst#matty the 1975
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the boy next door // matty healy x reader
valentine's week - day 3: stupid cupid
a/n: a cliche stuck in an elevator with your hot neighbour fic cw: verrrryyyy suggestive, bad flirting, alludes to masturbation, sex toys wc: 3.8k
your package is out for delivery.
the old email notification catches your eye while you’re doomscrolling through meaningless tiktoks, spread on your bed like a starfish. it’s not like you have no other work to do and yet you can’t help but refresh and refresh your email some more for any other updates. it’s four hours old by now and right at the top of your inbox. and yet the package isn’t here yet! you huff a bit and loudly curse at the delivery company.
this is an important package, damn it! plus there’s the anticipation churning in your gut…
because you don't know how much you can trust the promises of a “discrete packaging.” what if the delivery driver just left it at your door? what if instead of plain cardboard packaging it has a massive red dildo on it and the words vibrator inside printed on top.
it’s an insane thought, you know it is, still you already have a whole tongue-lashing ready for your best friend.
“get a tiny pink bullet for yourself,” beth had said and then closed her eyes in delight, “especially the two-in-ones.”
you had to slap her thigh before the conversation became any lewder but the thought stuck in your head, worming its way into the forefront of your mind at random times of the day. and no matter how hard you tried, you could not get it to go away…
especially with the thoughts of the neighbour—
no!
you will not think of that obnoxious boy, you will not think about his wild, messy curls and certainly not about his cheeky smile. you will not think about his sweaty tank top sticking to his body and how his stupid tattoos stand out against his stupid, toned arms. you will not think of matt–whatever his name is!
you huff, refreshing the email again, and jump when you see a new email has come through—literally one second ago.
your package has been delivered. thank you for choosing cupid.
wait, what?
you still in place, waiting to hear the shuffle of footsteps outside your front door. did you just miss someone ringing the doorbell? did this person just knock and leave the package outside? feeling like a lunatic for hyper-focusing on this one thing, you chuck your phone back on the bed. maybe the email was a mistake, maybe you should just wait for another hour or two and then launch into calling customer service.
a tiny part of your brain tells you that this is exactly why your best friend had asked you to buy a toy for yourself…so you can relax a little and not be so wired all the time. but look at you now…stressing about the one thing that’s supposed to be relaxing.
“you suck!” you type on your phone petulantly, a text to beth. but you know she will call you and laugh at you for five minutes straight if she found out.
rather maturely, you stick your tongue out at the phone too and flop back on the bed. why couldn’t you have had a busy day today of all days? unconsciously, your hand drifts lower, toying with the strings of your shorts now. you're not even particularly needy or turned on; just bored. and your mind is clearly occupied with one thing…
the thin cotton tank top you're wearing does nothing to hide your hardening nipples. your fingers touch and tease—the insides of your thighs, around your belly button, right under the waistband, and you find your thoughts drifting to the boy again.
he’s hardly a boy; he looks like he’s the same age as you, and yet you can’t help but think of his boyish grins and shameless, open flirting. you're sure you have heard him trying to flirt with david, your sixty year old mailman before, although he might have been drunk then, judging by the wet kiss he’d placed on the old man’s cheek. the mailman had only laughed and swatted him away.
you remember his voice; smooth and sweet like honey, full of laughter. his pretty curls that fell in his eyes. his eyes…framed by lovely, long lashes that rest on his cheeks. his eyes that make you feel like the only girl in the world if he ever looks at you.
your fingers dip lower, almost touching the bundle of nerves, one hand touching your nipples as your toes curl into the mattress.
why are you even thinking about him? you should be thinking about one of your other crushes. you should be thinking about andrew garfield or oscar isaac or one of the several other men you have watched thirsty edits of. instead, your thoughts linger on messy curls and sparkling brown eyes.
your face flushes deep and hot at the first brush of your fingers. so what if cupid doesn’t deliver? you’re perfectly capable of getting off by yourself, you’re not that desp—
you almost jumps out of your skin when the bell rings—extra loud and extra harsh.
your heart thuds in your chest so hard that it almost crawls out of your throat. fuck! you have to clutch your chest to steady yourself a bit. fuck, fuck, fuck!
deep breaths…
one, two, three…
another deep breath…
there we go…
the bell rings again and you glare its general direction. first, they’re late and now they can’t even be bothered to be patient? muttering to herself like an old witch, you stomp towards the door.
“couldn’t even give me two minutes?” you yank the door open hard enough to make the hinges creak and then freeze in your tracks.
it’s not a delivery person. it’s the boy, looking at you with all the interest in the world.
he’s simply dressed in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants—the slut uniform, you think darkly. but you can’t help the way your eyes linger on how snugly the t-shirt fits, how the sleeves cut off at just the right place so you can see the muscles peaking out from underneath. in return he does the same; shamelessly lets his eyes run all over your body. and suddenly you hyper aware of how you look.
hardened nipples poking out from under the tank top, face flushed and hair messy, the strings to your shorts are no doubt undone. you defensively crosses your arms over your chest and jut your chin up at him. nothing but haughtiness and challenge.
“what do you want?”
fuck, why is your voice so breathless now of all times?! and that’s when you see it, the plain brown box in his hands.
“this was delivered to me,” he smirks and then proceeds to read out your full name off of the box. “yours, i’m guessing?”
you try your hardest not to snatch the box out of his hands because the longer it’s in his hands, the longer your brain tries to remind you of what—who—you were thinking about two minutes ago, the longer you have to actively refrain from dwelling on him saying your name in that stupidly sexy voice of his. so you make a show of tapping your foot impatiently and hold out your hand.
it’s painful to just stand there and not thank him but you will not feed into his arrogance! you simply refuse.
the boy shrugs his shoulders and gives you another once over, then places the box in your waiting hands. “looks like you don’t need it to get the party started though.”
your jaw drops to the floor as incredulity floods your body. the sheer AUDACITY!
the boy simply presents you with a mocking little bow and turns on his heels. then he strolls away like he owns the place. and you remain standing at the front door, speechless and fuming, trying not to stare at his infuriatingly cute butt.
the boy is infiltrating your dreams.
well, no, infiltrating is perhaps not the right word. but the boy is there now, smirking like he knows everything about you. somehow, in your dreams, he’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. your body betrays you as your eyes stray lower, dying to find some evidence of what’s on his mind. if it’s the same thing you have had on yours.
the insufferable tone of his voice grates on you, saying your name over and over again, each time with a different inflection in his tone—commanding and needy and sultry until your head spins and loses all meaning of the word.
the dream plays out the same way each time; he steps closer until you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin, feel the goosebumps rise in its wake. you don’t touch, you never touch yet somehow, you feel the heat radiating off him and permeating through your veins. the heat, like molten lava, mixes in your bloodstream and flows through your entire body before, inevitably, it pools between your legs.
the boy says your name again, only a whisper this time but it sounds so real that you almost call out to him, reaching out. but you always wake up, hot and gasping for air, before you can feel his skin under your hands.
not that your brain would know what that feels like.
as you sit up on your bed, head still spinning, trying to get your breathing under control, your mind flashes with the tiny pink bullet currently in your closet.
it hasn’t been unboxed yet. you refuse to do it until you’re sure you can get your thoughts under control, until you’re sure you won’t think of his pretty curls tickling the insides of your thigh.
but now, as you clench your thighs together for some friction, you desperately want to.
helplessly, you stare up at the ceiling; 6:53 am, there’s no point in going back to sleep for 7 more minutes. besides, you're too worked up to fall back asleep.
the morning turns out to be a disaster. absentmindedly, you use bodywash to wash your hair, put an extra teaspoon of sugar in your coffee, accidentally drop your favourite red lipstick when it’s halfway rolled out of the tube.
all in all, by the time you're ready to get out of the door, you're frustrated, nearly in tears and ready to just call in sick and go back to bed.
on top of that, only when you’re already downstairs do you realise that you’ve forgotten your phone at home. resisting the urge to stomp your feet like a toddler, you turn around and enters the lift once again and press the circular number 10.
a moment later, the metal doors are about to close, only an inch-wide gap left between them when they stop in place and start opening again.
god, what now?!
uncharacteristically annoyed and feeling extremely petty, you do the one thing you shouldn’t—you jab your finger into the “close door” button. repeatedly.
and that’s the exact moment the boy wedges himself in the gap and raises an eyebrow at you. his entire face changes when he sees the annoyed expression on your face, going from puzzled to delighted to cocky in under a second and his mouth quirks up into a smile that can only be described as evil. you stare at your feet, face flaming, clearly caught red-handed until the doors finally close.
“in a hurry?” he prods. “you look peeved.”
you look at him in annoyance, trying very, very hard not to stare at any part of him at all—not at his slightly damp hair, or his tank top. not at the gym bang slung casually on his shoulder, or his sweatpants (black this time). you definitely do not look at all the tattoos on his arms that you hadn’t seen before.
“‘m fine,” you mumble quickly and look away. he clicks his tongue.
“boyfriend pissed you off?”
you stare straight ahead, willing the ancient lift to go faster. the boy doesn’t give up.
“oh shit,” he whistles lowly, “girlfriend pissed you off?”
“no one pissed me off.” besides you, you think darkly but reign the thoughts in. there’s no need to be a bitch just because you’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
“sure,” he shrugs and you’re rewarded with a blissfully silent second. just as you’re about to thank your lucky stars, the boy opens his mouth again.
“i’m matty,” he smiles. “we’re neighbours.”
“oh i know, i’ve seen you around.”
he hums and puts his hands in his pockets, leaning against the metal wall of the lift. it’s unusually slow today, creaky and janky while going up when you should have already been at the tenth floor by now. matty’s eyebrows furrow. unconsciously you mimic his expression, and the elevator groans loudly.
a hint of panic shoots through your body, and you whip your head to look at the display that flickers with a faint blue number 7. the whole thing wobbles, frantically, you throw out at arm, grasping at the first thing you can find which just so happens to be matty’s (very toned) arm. his eyes go round too. you murmur a couple of curses, the lights flicker. and then it all goes silent.
with a last whine, the lift comes to a grinding halt and both of you mumble “fuck” in unison.
“stuck on an elevator with my pretty neighbour, what a cliche,” he snorts to himself, and you resist the urge to gape at him.
his pretty neighbour, you conceal the little smile making its way onto your face and pointedly ignore the warmth spreading across your cheeks. matty, however, looks at you with all the interest in the world.
“where were you headed? somewhere special?”
“it’s a…wednesday, matty,” you deadpan, staring at him like he’s grown two heads but he clicks his tongue like you’ve just missed the most obvious thing in the world.
“well… it’s valentine’s day.”
oh. yeah, that it is. a slight flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks and you try not to feel like a loser at not clocking it instantly. well, doesn’t matter anyway, does it? you’ve basically announced to him that you’re absolutely alone today of all days. so single, in fact, that you didn’t even remember the existence of valentine’s day.
and then there’s the fact that he knows about the vibrator.
“can you call someone?” you scramble to change the topic and look around the tiny metal box for any hint of an emergency exit. “i left my phone back home.”
“i don’t have any bars,” he frowns and crosses his arms in front of him. his biceps bulge and you avert your eyes immediately.
“so we’re proper stuck then.”
“i guess. i mean… someone has to come looking for us right?”
matty thinks for a moment, rolling his tongue inside his mouth, briefly catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “sure, david makes his rounds at noon.”
“noon?!” you screech and matty bursts into a fit of giggles.
“you are so uptight!” he teases, “i’m sure the building security already noticed this absolute disaster.”
you resist the urge to deck him and take a deep breath.
one, two, three…
another deep breath…
there we go…
“matthew—”
“oooh!”
“matty! focus!” that shuts him up for about two whole seconds before he’s trying to stifle a smile again. “how long have we been in here anyway?”
“about five minutes. why? are you not having a great time?” he winks, he actually fucking winks, and you choke on air, trying not to cough violently while matty presses a hand to his mouth and looks at you in amusement.
“you’re laughing at me!” you accuse and that just sets him off even more.
“if i said yes? what will you do about it?”
really what you want to do about it is wipe that insufferably gorgeous smile off his face. stupidly, you wonder what would happen if you kissed him right now… not even a grand, romantic kiss, just a random one to see how he’d react. would he blush and fluster? or would he kiss you right back just to see how long it would take you to back down.
suddenly, the space feels so much smaller than it is. this is not what you should be focusing on right now, not your hot neighbour who flirts with everyone. you should be trying to find a way out of here, and figure out a way to reach work on time. matty seems to be bothered by none of that.
he simply puts his gym bag down and sits on the floor of the elevator as if this were his living room.
“don’t worry your pretty little head, sweetheart. you’ll be fine.”
you make a tiny strangled sound at the back of your throat, something that can only be described as a squeak.
“you’re not worried at all?”
“what? after—” he checks his phone, “ten minutes? not really no. ‘sides you’re great company.”
matty eyes you properly then, blatantly checking you out, and you wonder how insane you must look. you wonder if your hair’s all crazy and poofy and hurriedly smooth it down.
“sit,” he suggests.
“on the floor?” you wrinkle your nose, shuddering at the thought of all the dirt and germs crawling on the floor but matty smirks.
“would you rather sit on my lap then?”
“oh my god!” your blood heats, “what the fuck is wrong with you!”
“alright,” he raises his hands in surrender, “thought i’d offer, y’know? considering…”
“considering…?”
“oh don’t pretend like you weren’t checking out my arse the other day.”
you sqwak indignantly, stammering out denials and gesticulating wildly while matty’s amusement grows steadily. he even has the nerve to wave you away and pretend like you aren’t blushing to your roots right now. like his nonchalance doesn’t do something funny to your chest.
“you never even thanked me,” he teases. “i could have easily kept the package you know? real useful stuff…”
any hopes you had of him not knowing what it was drains away instantly. there’s no reason he would have that shit-eating grinning on his face if he didn’t know exactly what it was. your brain picks that exact moment to conjure up an image of him with that tiny little bullet—buzzing fills your head, along with images of matty running it along his stomach, his thighs, going lower. images of his lip caught between his teeth and his eyes rolling back.
“you’re so–so—” you stutter, unable to come up with a single word.
“attractive? charming? irresistible?”
“annoying!”
he clutches his chest dramatically, the tank top moves and you get a glimpse of another tattoo on his chest, one you’ve never seen before. matty’s eyes follow your gaze and his eyes twinkle playfully.
“would you like me to take it off, sweetheart?”
your face feels like it's on fire, and you scramble to find words, any words, to steer the conversation away from the dangerous territory it's heading. "no, no! will you stop flirting with me for a second and focus on getting out of here?”
matty chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “you’re so fun to fluster. and what are you gonna do? pry the doors open with your bare hands?”
“if i must,” you huff and wonder if it might be too insane to at least give it a try.
matty snorts, clearing reading the look on your face. “it’s like we’re in a rom-com—”
“ew!”
“next thing you know,” he continues as if you’d not spoken at all, “we are giving into our base urges and tearing each other’s clothes apart.”
“absolutely not, there’s a camera in the corner!”
a surprised laugh spills out of matty, sharp and high and you whip your head to him so hard you almost get whiplash. it’s the first genuine laugh you’ve heard from it, the first one that doesn’t sound like it has a hidden agenda. it’s funny and impish, it settles into your bones. and before you know it, you’re giggling along too, shaking your head at how silly the situation is.
“she jokes!” he giggles and you roll your eyes, this time, it’s even a little affectionate.
“fuck off. the lack of oxygen is getting to me.”
you both snort again, exactly at the same time and it leads to another round of giggles. you’re so caught up in it that you barely even notice when the lift wobbles again and jerks up. matty jumps up. and the doors finally ding open to the corridor of the eighth floor.
“fucking finally,” you whoop and run out of the metal contraption, doing a silly little dance the moment you’re fully outside. matty follows suit and stops to stare at you.
his eyes are full of warmth, his mouth quirks up into another genuine smile. “maybe we should get stuck in lifts more often if this is what i get to see after.”
“shut up,” you swat at his arm, dying to feel it under your hands again, to feel the muscles tense up as you grip onto them tightly.
“make—”
“don’t you dare!” but it’s too late, you’re already shaking your head at his antics. begrudgingly, you admit to yourself that he is pretty funny. more than that, he’s pretty fun to be around.
maybe, possibly, you even want to be around him more.
“so, now that we've narrowly escaped a brutal death, what's the plan?” matty asks, glancing around the hallway. you take a moment to collect your thoughts and realise that you still need to retrieve your forgotten phone and that’s it’s probably too late to go to work now.
“i don’t even know,” you frown, “i’ll probably just call in sick from work.”
“so you’re free then.”
“i guess i am…”
“and it’s valentine’s day.”
“i guess it is…” you narrow your eyes and stare at him, at his suggestive smile and pretty face. “are you asking me out matthew?”
“so hot when you call me that.” he giggles and dances away when you try to flick him. “so violent,” he mumbles and you shake your head at him.
“fine, yes. i am asking you out.”
“tempting,” you stick your tongue out at him and turn away to the stairwell. “but you’ll just have to try again, pretty boy.”
you make sure to add extra sway to your hips when you walk away, feeling his very obvious and burning stare on your ass the whole time. satisfaction floods through you and you smile to yourself at how the tables have turned.
“oh i will, sweetheart,” he calls out just as you’re about to turn round the corner, “can’t let such a pretty neighbour just get away like that.”
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midnight kisses // day 12
content warnings; kissing? maybe swearing? but like nothing really!
a/n; mmmm I hate this... but ahhhh who cares!! here is the final 12 days fic, despite this actually being the first fic i wrote for it all lol. hope this isn't too cringy <3 (it is oops)
(p.s this is so short I apologise)
word count; 1.6k
(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)
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Snow falls out the window as Matty wakes up with a chill in his bones, groggily he reaches over to his phone, the light of his screen briefly blinding him. The numbers 23:45 flashed back at him. God, he must have passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He slides out of bed carefully in an effort to not wake you. But he quickly notices the lack of heat in the bed and sees you aren't where he expected you to be, mouth open and fast asleep with your hair spread over the pillow in a fan.
He hums thoughtfully as he slides his slippers on and potters downstairs, his throat quickly feeling like sandpaper. He tiptoed past Annie's room, not wanting to wake her. It was Christmas Eve after all, and it had taken a full week of convincing for Annie not to stay up and wait for Father Christmas.
Matty finally managed to convince his daughter when he pulled the social anxiety card. He claimed Santa was a very nervous person and didn't want to meet Annie because he was too scared. This was the only thing that got his stubborn daughter to give up and admit defeat.
However, she insisted on writing him a letter so he could meet her next year. That way, he knew her through the letter, so he had no excuse. Matty decided that the problem could be for next year Matty, and agreed to her terms.
Once he had slithered past Annie's room, he walked down the stairs and down the long concrete hallway, his arms wrapped around himself at the chill that emanated through the house. Maybe living in a concrete bunker did have its downsides.
Soon, his slippers met the rug of the front room, and Matty felt the chill leave his body. He began to walk into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him. You sat below the tree with a mug of something in hand, tapping on the ceramic mindlessly.
The lights illuminate your face in a way that has Matty blinking to assure himself it's real. The glow in your eyes makes his heart flutter. The soft, warm light spreads over your cheeks, highlighting the red flush from the hot drink.
Your hands are clasped around an old mug of his that continually embarrasses him but that you love. His “lol you're not Matt Healy mug” is your prized possession. Red nails click against the mug in the tune of a vaguely Christmassy song Matty can't put his finger on.
You sit at the base of the tree staring up in childlike wonder. Matty briefly thinks maybe no one broke the secret about Santa to you based on how wistful you look.
Swallowed in his jumper and cross-legged on the floor, you sit drinking in a state of peace that Matty isn't sure he can disturb.
He used to dream of you in his clothes, and still, the sight made his head spin. His penchant for oversized jumpers had never made him happier.
Well, he's just generally never been happier. You make him a brighter and better person than he ever thought he could be.
Matty thought he was done. He tried the whole madly in love thing, but all it did was break his heart and make him a single dad. Not that he didn't love Annie, he loved her more than life itself but he couldn't help but think it wasn't right. That life didn't go the way he wanted.
But now he knows that all the roads in his life were simply leading to you. You were it. The big love he's tried to write about for decades was there sitting below his Christmas tree. The big love he’s yearned for was simply there, in front of him.
Matty grew restless just staring, so wandered over and plopped down beside you. You jumped at his presence but quickly realised it was just him and leaned into his shoulder. Making your home in the junction between his neck and shoulder, burrowing in and breathing the lingering scent of matty that you love so much.
Silence fell over the two of you apart from the occasional hum from either one of you as you got comfier, soon ending up on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs lying face to face illuminated by the string lights around the room.
You may have seen Matty in every light in the world, but he's never looked as beautiful as now. The slope of his nose is accentuated in a way that demands you to trace it with your finger.
so you do.
Soon, your finger makes its way to his cheekbones, feeling over the sharp bone with a gentle smile on your face.
You trace his face like you're trying to memorise his features. As if you've never seen it before, and you're nervous you won't ever again.
and you certainly won't ever see it like this again, aglow with love.
Your finger continues its journey to his lips, and you follow the line of his cupids bow down to the corner of his mouth. You feel over his plump lips as Matty presses a kiss to your pointer finger, grinning as he does. You can't help but break out into a grin at your boyfriend's cheesy smile.
“I never thought we'd get here, you know?” you say, finally breaking the shroud of silence that surrounded the two of you. Your hand slides down and interlocks with Matty's. He brings your linked hands up and presses another kiss to them as he sends you a confused look.
“I never thought I'd get you. I remember last year, it was Secret Santa, and I knew Annie was my secret student. You know she couldn't wipe that toothy grin off her face all day. It reminds me of you when you get me a present” you say giggling. Matty matches your laughter and shamefully nods, knowing neither he nor Annie can keep a secret for more than 5 minutes.
“But getting those gifts was more painful than I expected.” Matty shot back and looked at you with wide eyes. Quickly, you cut in and corrected yourself.
“No no- not like that. They were perfect and so thoughtful, but I could feel the effort you put in. Each piece just screamed you. The tissue paper even smelt like your cologne.”
Matty chose not to share he sprayed it to make it that way, just nodding and slyly smiling to himself.
“It was all amazing, but then I got to that book. It was just a physical representation of all the feelings I knew we shared. The fact you listened to me and took note of my likes and dislikes to the point where you remembered my favourite book from childhood? It broke my heart that I couldn't just run and kiss you then and there.” tears mist your eyes, but a hard blink causes them to disappear. Matty can't say the same, tears collecting in his lash line and looking as if they could fall any second.
“That night, I went home and read the book over and over. I sat on my sofa and cried over the little prince just like I'm sure I did however many years ago.” You pause for a second a suck in a stuttered breath.
“I think that night was it for me. The night I realised this wasn't just an innocent crush. That I was in love with you. And it was simultaneously the worst and best realisation of my life. Because I never thought we'd get here. I never thought I'd get to lie with you in front of the Christmas tree in the house we share.” You smile and look back into Matty's eyes for the first time since you began only to be met with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Your hands shoot up and wipe them away, and you giggle wetly, feeling the tears collecting in your own eyes.
Cutting the tension you say, “You sap. Crying on Christmas is very cliche, you know?”
Matty laughs as much whilst crying and nods thoughtfully.
You stare briefly, every emotion swimming in each of your eyes. Silence took over the pair of you again, and you simply stared, watching the life you're going to live play like a movie between the two of you.
Eventually, the tears stopped, and Matty lent in pressing kisses all over your face as you giggled and playfully pushed him off. “Stop! I'm all gross and blotchy from crying!”
Matty leans back and catches your eyes before once again leaning in, but this time, instead of random kisses being littered over your cheeks, he simply presses one to your mouth. A quick peck, nothing mind-numbing or life-changing, but it held the weight of the world in it.
Your hands slid up his back as he leaned over you, fingers snaking in amongst the curls at the base of his neck. You pulled him in slowly, just lingering in the moment the two of you had created. But soon your lips touched.
Each movement from your lips felt as if it was choreographed, working together seamlessly. The clock ticking over onto Christmas day was missed by the two of you, time quickly becoming an illusion.
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rules & writing list!
hi everyone! i just wanted to post some rules & general guidelines for my blog. i want you all to enjoy my work. if you are ever confused if a certain request is against my rules, don’t be afraid to ask!
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Woke up this morning, had this notification and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Thank you for all of the love and support everyone’s shown. This year has definitely been one for the books, but I wouldn’t change a moment of it. I’ve gotten to know amazing people who share the same passions I do. I know we shouldn’t care about the “likes” and “reblogs” but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that I’m not the only one who imagines Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington railing the absolute fuck out of loving y/n.
I’d like to take a moment to share some of my favorite writers and people. Give them some love and check out their work!❤️
@loveshotzz Leighanne, it’s always an honor to read her work. Make sure to thank her for not only giving us smutty eddie, but also Punk!Steve masterlist
@sweetsweetjellybean Jelly has my heart and coochie. She is the reason my coochie gets a heartbeat every time I see her post. Masterlist
@superblysubpar Taylor, my dear. She always blows me away with her writing. Her descriptions are so beautiful. masterlist
@boomhauer The pure Eddie girl™️ that’s secretly a Steve lover. The way she writes Eddie is so on brand. I’m convinced she’s an actual writer for the show. masterlist
@luvmunson Nina! The ultimate hypeman and meme queen. Nina has some spicy blurbs you can find on her blog. Check out a piece by her here
@strangermarvelss Sava aka Ralph’s babygirl. Her series are *chef’s kiss* and her ideas are beyond original. masterlist
@thefreakofhawkins86 Coven, my fellow belieber fangirl. Coven has pieces that’ll make you drool. Like this one
@milestokilometers Miles, the angst king. Miles has Steddie pieces that will break you in half and leave you stranded. masterlist
@idkmanijustwannawrite Mel oh my god. Mel. Go through her stuff and tell me stripper!Eddie doesn’t make you act up masterlist
@hellkaisersangel Lexy is an angel that can do no wrong. Need rockstar!eddie? Run to her masterlist
@munsonsgirl71 P not only has amazing one shots, but also does text scenarios! They’re always so fun to read masterlist
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it’s so funny how you’re in the matty healy tags i know you secretly love him lollll
I’m not, I came across your fic by accident while looking for other fics. It happened to show up, but It wasn’t even related to my search. Nice try tho. Idk why tumblr does that. I’m blocking you and the Matt Healy tag from now on. Fuck you and your racist idol. Die in a fire.
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it's like:
BREAKING NEWS: Inside Matt (bcs ofc they would misspell it) Healy's Fangirl Tumblr Harem and Weird Kinks - How the famous frontman built his cult-like following...
And it's all of us being "need him to **** ** ***** **** * **** *** *** **** ** **** ** *** **** ** ****"
All jokes aside it would be funny to make fake accounts and send in absolute bonkers to deuxmoi. Or have a spoof 75 ig to publish completely unhinged "tips" which are all just.... vague excerpts of various fics.
PLEASEEEE IM DYINGGGG HAHAHA.
For real though. We really all do “need him to **** ** ***** **** * **** *** *** **** ** **** ** *** **** ** ****"
This is the best idea in the world. To rival Brad Troemel’s Fanworkers Union IG. Just post realistic candid pics of Matty in the street with out of context fanfic paragraphs lmaoooo
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Fanfic Writer Asks!
22: describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
It's honestly rather straight forward even though I can take so long lmao. Ideas come from either prompt memes, fests, or random things I see that make me think/discuss headcanons. As soon as I have an idea, I make an outline of sorts.
This outline is sometimes a sentence long "these are the vibes" thing, or just two bullet points with "they run into each other. they get high. they kiss." or, if I'm particularly busy, I'll make a long detailed outline on paper during class. (So many boring lectures spent making wayyy too detailed outlines.) Like, those are easily 4-6 pages for a single oneshot or chapter.
Then the writing is kinda just, sprinting while filling out the blanks? With that really detailed outline, that's pretty easy honestly. Everything's there, I just have to string it together. Most of my writing is done through sprints (either in discord or just timing on my phone) so I can keep track of how long I'm writing.
Editing is either forgotten, or I send it to 1-3 people to betaread and almost blindly accept all their improvements.
For chaptered fics I also try to keep track of like, details I mention while writing? Like character descriptions of smaller characters or little events that happened. (like, I describe Emma Vanity as a plump girl with jet black hair in one chapter, so next chapter she should preferably not to be blonde, yknow)
This is all broken up by endless procrastinating, taking walks with playlists that remind me of the fic, and sending my friends excepts going "look at my dumbass children"
41: what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.
There are two contenders. One is a strange Narcissa/James/Sirius/Lily/Remus Ballerina AU I was somehow talking about with @stonecoldhedwig (yes, yes all of them. at the same time. idek.) it never got written and maybe that's for the best.
The other is a Minerva McGonagall/Horace Slughorn forniphilia fic. This came about during a discussion with irl friends and I ended up writing and posting it as a Christmas gift. I made a whole new account just to post it. It's terrible. She's a cat at one point. It's here if anyone feels like dying inside.
That same account is going to hold more weird crack fics, though. I've posted a Wario/Taylor Swift/Sportacus fic, and I'm planning a Jane Austen/Matt Healy/Adam Groff fic. These are all gifts for my friends for either Christmas or birthdays. Not sure why.
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Sy - would you ever x-post For the Record here? I finished it for the second time and I think it would blow up here. I listened to Silver Spring while on the "bad" ending and it got me by the way and I despite Matt Healy but About You also fits 🌼 ✧˖°
hi! ehhh probably not. i love ftr but it was my first fic in years and the chapters are too fucking long lol. flattered you think so, though! it's my first baby.
silver springs - yes. about you - yes but only carly holt's part.
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let’s hear that list of matthew’s???
Objectively, this is a hilarious ask and I love it. Thanks, Anon!
In no particular order, here are the Matthews I know of:
My uncle
He's my uncle. No notes.
My academic advisor
Once I drafted an email to this man after I'd been working on fic and because this man has put up with me and my bullshit for three years, we are on a first name basis and I meant to write 'Hey, Matt,' and the fic overtook me and I wrote 'Hey, Matty,' so I deleted the email draft and decided I was done for the day.
The advisor of an honors society I'm in
I once had a zoom meeting with this man and I recall him having an honestly impressive beard.
My boss from last summer who will my boss again this summer
A good boss for a horrible job. I can't believe I'm doing it again except for the part where I make like 30 hours of overtime every week. I love time and a half.
Of course, Matty Healy
Possibly my favorite Matthew.
Honorable mention to Matthew Gray Gubler
I did like him in Criminal Minds but I had to stop watching it because I got paranoid that there was a serial killer in my closet.
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Arabella pt6-red lights indicate doors are secure.
“tell me what they’re like please please Lula please” I say
“No because they’re literally in that trailer there go on”
I run up opening the door only to be met with a pair of familiar brown chocolate eyes
“Alex?”
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A/N. and it's finally here, chap 6, things pick up quite a bit in this chapter at the end, and so I really do hope you enjoy, It's based on one of my favourite songs from wpsiamtwin, so I really do hope you enjoy this series as much as I do and as always my box is open always.
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“y/n, was wondering when you’d show.” he says to me smirking with a big slapstick grin on his face.
“you knew about this?”
“yes, had it planned for months because I kept saying how much I wanted to meet ya, get to know ya, and then Matt had this idea of making an evil twin music video, said he wanted to do it somewhere hot so chose mexico and then I met ya a couple of weeks later as if by fate, and I seriously was gonna tell ya but we got so into it, it had to be done so here you are shooting our evil twin music video for us, if ya want to that is of course?”
“of course I want to Al, I was just a bit shocked that’s all”
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And so shooting begins and within due course (a day and a half) we are wrapped I can’t lie it killed me being so “in love” with Matt and Alex’s eyes looked like they could shoot daggers across the room, Matt even whispered in my ear at some point saying
“don’t worry about him, he’s just worried that you’ll find someone better, not being at that wedding killed him you know.”
“I know, left early anyway, people from wilmslow suck”
Matt just shrugs it off with a laugh not realising the truth I meant behind it.
As soon as the director shouted "That's a wrap" Alex was running to me and he kissed me all over the face.
"you looked so gorgeous, didn't like the fact that you were so in awe of matt during filming but here we are"
"I didn't like being in awe of Matt either Al, but it's over now babe"
"HEY! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH ME Y/N? YOU'D BE LUCKY TO HAVE ME!" Matt piped up clearly overhearing mine and Alex's conversation.
"Nothing Matt, just that your not Al that's all"
"I understand, Alex is quite fit" Matt piped back up, which had everyone laughing their lungs off.
"OKAY EVERYONE, AS A CELEBRATION, DRINKS WILL BE HAD AT THE SUL LAGO THE NIGHT CLUB DOWN THE ROAD, COME JOIN IT'S GONNA BE SICK, MEET BACK HERE IN 2 HOURS" the director shouted breaking everyone's laughs swiftly switching the subject of the conversation.
"come back to my hotel room? got stuff to put away be nice to spend some time together have a catchup." I ask alex nudging my elbow lightly into his side, gaining his attention again from speaking to someone on his otherside.
"yeah, that would be nice, come on then doll."
"LU! WERE GOING NOW SEE YOU LATER?"
"YEAH BE NICE Y/N/N I'LL SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS CAR WITH ALL YOUR STUFF IS STRAIGHT DOWN THERE"
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Alex and I make it back in one piece, and I throw my suitcase on the bed and then my back aswell Alex copying my actions and landing on his front on top of me.
"so, y/n/n. How was the wedding honey?"
"It was good saw my mum the night before after the rehearsal dinner, Matty G and I all slept in my teenage bed, honestly don't know how we did it when we were 17, it was such a squeeze I slept like count dracular, then we had some grass at the reception smoked some with the bride and Matty and I did coke aswell, I saw my ex so Matty and I left around 5 past three we went back to the hotel and had a heart to heart, would've been better had you been there, would've loved to shown you off to the whore's of wilmslow though"
"sounds good, How did you sleep in the same bed as Matty and George though, couldn't have been comfortable for you I'm sure"
"It wasn't, come on enough about me what did you do after you slipped out?"
"went back to mine had to pack for 2 months because tour starts literally next week, then I went over to Matt's he wasn't there turns out he wasn't even there, slept at some birds apparently, Jamie and Nick were there though, all of us were packed, fucker ended up making us miss our flight to mexico so we had to get the later one got here about 1 am this morning, time differences are a complete headfuck man, so slept off the jet lag, we should probably think about getting ready. You got a dress?"
"of course I have. I'm not dumb Alex as much as my personality may portray."
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3 hours Later Alex and I were back at the shooting Location, we were the last to arrive, not on purpose, some might say we were getting ready, others might say that we were in eachother, the latter would be correct.
"Fucking finally, took you two long enough, what were you two up to? Jumping eachothers bones?" Matt piped up when we were close enough to hear him, Alex and I just looked at eachother and giggles
"right enough I don't care can we go get fucked now" Talulah spoke up from Matt's side. "These two are so sickening sober."
"yeah lets go, COME ON EVERYONE ENOUGH OF THE CHITCHAT WE'VE GOT SOME DRINKS TO CONSUME" Matt said shouting the last part, breaking everyone's conversation, gaining their eyes to him.
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The walk was short to the club, everyone got in. The club owner had his eyes on me though, everyone did, turns out I was quite popular over here, apparently the perfume advert I did when I was 16 was plastered on every billboard, was quite overwhelming when everyones eyes were on me, whether it was because Alex was beside me or not I'm not too sure.
"You alright darlin' do you want sommet to drink?" Alex said from beside me, breaking my train of thought, not moving his hand from the small of my back.
"vodka coke please, love"
"comin right up stay there, mingle if you want I'll come find ya" he says before leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
And so not wanting to look like a loner I go and find Matt and Talullah they had both taken a heavy liking to eachother, looking around I catch eyes with Talullah and she waves at me and beside her was of course Matt, they were both freshly single so honestly this was a good thing. Alex had told me that Matt had been crying over his ex for the past three weeks and Talullah was doing the exact same except down the phone and on facetime so I'm happy for them, even if it does only last the rest of the time we are here at least they aren't crying to Alex and I.
"Hey! Wheres Al?" Matt shouts over the music with Talullah dancing with him and so I join in dancing with Tallulah aswell. "Gone to get drinks shouldn't be too long, eager to get that vodka and coke in me" and as soon as I finished my sentence like he heard me, Alex appeared pulling me away from Tallulah and passed me my drink. Just then a slow song came on and I put my arms round his neck and we swayed to the music kissing every now and again and then resting our foreheads against eachother and mouthing the lyrics to eachother.
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After a couple more drinks and songs, the club lights came on signaling that it was time to go and so Alex drags me out. And while we're waiting for the rest of them to come out I pull out my cigarettes and light it.
"Can I have one please left mine at the hotel, was too wrapped up in your essence to remember"
"of course you can I have loads bought them in duty free last month"
"thanks babe"
And so as were smoking Matt and Tallulah come out arms wrapped around eachother laughing, stopping just before us.
"woah whos the hottie in the cheetah print coat" Talullah says coming up to me giving me a hug before Alex says "careful lula she's not yours" "Piss off Turner"
Shortly after Lula and I's hug we're joined by Jamie and Nick and we make a collective decision to go get some greasy food, that being the alcohol we've all consumed fault, so we shortly find the closest thing we could get to a kebab shop and get some food, while waiting for our food Alex and I sit down and I rest my head on his shoulder, sighing and he wraps his arms around me, and we have a hug while waiting for our food.
Shortly after we make our way to the taxi rank, but as I'm looking for some cash to pay the driver later, I realise I have none "Al I'm gonna have to nip to the bank quickly gotta get some cash out to pay this driver. Hold my food I'll be quick I saw an ATM just a few paces back that way" "okay gorgeous don't be too long" he says before giving me a peck on the lips.
I quickly get some cash out an return to where everyone is standing, Lula's got her head in a taxi window clearly raising her voice at the driver "well I think that's a stupid rule it's literally a five minute drive down the road, there's only six of us it's not that deep" I turn to Al asking him what's going on. "won't let us have six in told lula no, not with food think he struggles with english won't lie to ya doll"
"well your coming back to my hotel aren't ya" he nods his head in reply. "I'll get one with you, lula and Matt can get one and then Jamie and Nick can get one together, simple" I say back just as Lula steps away from the window whispering to herself "mexican twat"
"Lu, you get one with Matt, Al wil get one with me and Jamie and Nick can get one, no need to get all mouthy"
"yeah but it just saves fares for all of us though, plus I thought we'd all want to hang out with eachother a bit more"
"Lu, as much as I love you darlin' I think we're all a tiny bit too tired to be hanging out anymore tonight aren't you guys?" I ask looking around at the other four earning either nods of the head or half-hearted "yeahs"
"fine"
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And so It's sorted and soon enough Alex and I are back at my hotel room getting in and eating our food on the bed and talking.
"did you see that girl with the green dress? she talked to me at the bar, she was gorgeous, but you're better than her darlin, just as good that a lad drinking his smirnoff came and bought her cocktail though, she looked sad think she might've been through a breakup."
"awwh thanks, and yeah I did see. that's nice of that lad though, probably wanted to get in her pants, probs on a lads holiday and wanted to score, saw his mates necking on with girls earlier on"
"yeah probably did you also see that sketch near the taxi rank?"
"you mean the one with Lula and that taxi man? Yeah that was absolutely fucking hilarious" I say giggling
"Yeah that was fucking hilarious, but that wasn't the one I was going on about, think you missed it must've been when you went to the bank"
"Yeah? what happened"
"well, these two lads were squaring up proper shouting, bout who was next in the queue"
"That seems so silly, men eh?"
"not when they've both had a few you could smell the alcohol on the both of them from a mile off, so this girl got involved she said something like calm down your tempers, you shouldn't get so annoyed, you're acting like silly little boys but they wanted to be men and do some fighting in the street I think at one point lula egged em on said no surrender no chance of retreat"
"sounds like a proper english fight, Also how stupid was our taxi driver, charged us 54 mexican peso for going about a yard, also kept on having to repeat where we were going, that really peed me off, I just wanted a nice conversation or a cuddle with you"
"I know, I tried to drunk plot hatching a jump out the taxi, but the red lights were showing and you know what the red lights mean don't ya doll?"
"no what do they mean Al?"
"that they're secure."
"ahh, you done with your food I'll bag it up and pop it in the bin gotta get ready for bed I'm shattered babe"
"yeah here ya go"
"thanks babe"
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And before you could say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I was beside Alex in bed checking my phone before bed only to open it up to
-14 missed calls from "G 💙"
-6 missed calls from "Ads"
-2 missed calls from "macdonalds 🍟"
2 messages from "G 💙"
y/n/n where does Matty go he's not turned up for studio time? He's not shown. you know him best. this is a big deal you know how long he's wanted this for he wouldn't miss this is something BIG
4 messages from "Ads
"y/n please we're desperate I know you're living it up big now but we can't lose this now especially after moving our whole lives out of wilmslow" "y/n please I'm begging" "you know how deep this is" "Call me IMMEDIATELY"
3 messages from "macdonalds 🍟"
"y/n You're probably asleep in mexico right now but please" "call one of us now, anyone of us" "hell even Matty, just I need to know he's safe, I need to know you're safe as well y/n/n 🤍"
4 messages from "stink 😷"
"y/n please come homeee" "I need you" "I don't know how to deal with this" "mum and dad ave split, oh and Annies dead too"
"fuck" I say out loud forgetting that Alex is beside me, which gets him asking me if everything is okay. "Not really, I leave for a few days and the lads bottle everything without me there, I need to go home Al, wiil you phone me a taxi to the airport I'll explain everything later to you"
"yeah okay, promise me you'll explain though"
"yeah, course could never think not too"
And so It's official I'm on my way home to sort out Matty's heart, not realising in order to do that, I'd have to sort mine out too.
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end of chap. 6
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Maestro x Luke
OCs Mae is Lucretia Decoy’s and Canard’s Son. Luke is Duke and OC Gallery’s son by @fluxchix Mae is a guy with some powers super nice and sweet while Luke no powers cynical and sometimes pessimistic but dating a ray of sunshine lulz.
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Magica x Gladstone
This playlist has so many good songs too I can’t DECIDE. The fun part when I made this play list is Gladstone’s song are very happy. He’s in love and nothing can go wrong! While Magica’s songs are ���Oh no I’m in love. Everythings gonna go wrong.”
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Negaverse Magica and Gladstone
Its a long story. Sorted details. Nega Magica might be all nice and healie light witch but she’s been up to some stuff. Negavesre Gladstone has some issues too shhh shhh its a good ship trust me.
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Nosedive x OC Duluna L’Orange
This playlist is a mix of the songs from the late 90s and stuff I’ve found more recently. A lot of ‘Matt and Kim’ which totally fits their vibe. Duluna is my OC that is Duke’s little sister and quite the opposite in personality from Nosedive.
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“Evil” Nosedive AU x OC Duluna
Oh god Okay in high school we wrote these AU stories with what if certain canon Mighty Ducks character were a villain. Nosedive’s AU was what if he was left on Puckworld when Canard told Wildwing he couldn’t bring his brother. Anyways long story short he becomes a traitor kinda like Lurcretia. My main OC Duluna in this AU is also pretending to be traitorous so hey her and Nosedive meet because of both work for Dragaunus and they hit it off. But once they both get portaled to earth for Dragaunus work, Duluna shows she was just pretending to be a traitor to get a free ride. She assumes Nosedive was doing the same but nope turned out he really hates his brother and felt abandoned by him. ANYWAYS best shippy song from that list lolol:
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Tanya x Wildwing
I wish I could remember what songs I had for them back when I wrote stuff in high school. Lolol. I listen to PLUSH station on Pandora and have ran into songs I remember from old fics like HEY WAIT A MINUTE. They were ones I first used this song for. I use this song for a lot of ships since then. I just feel like in every cartoon show I like there is one ship in each one I make kinda vanilla and perfectish and they happened to get it for MD. lol.
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“Evil” Tanya AU x Wildwing
Lololol anyways AU where Tanya was a baddie. In regular universe I had an OC that was her cousin that was super supportive of Tanya being a nerdy in tech because he was too. In this AU tho he wasn’t around. Tanya still got into techy nerdy stuff but had some low self esteem. Events went about the same until the whole coming to earth thing. When she builds the Drake 1 computer, instead of building it from scratch he does it by backwards engineering Saurian tech. She also makes an A.I. that ends up influencing her a lot, until she is able to take out Dragaunus but then she builds master tower and becomes the main baddy the other ducks have to fight. ANYWAYS. She still has a thing for Wildwing and there’s drama. Did I mention this was all a came up with when I was in High school???
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Tinker
I have a shipping playlist for her that covers some different relationships she’s been in. She is actually a swedish blue duck that was killed in the 1800s. She was an inventor and now possesses a body that is one of her robotic creations. Because of how she was wronged in her death she first started out as wraith that was just pure anger. She was also a summon that woman. I do ship her with Odin in the far future tho. Wheee.
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Duckvember Day 22: Loved Duck
I was gonna try to draw Gene and Faris looking cute on a motorcycle but I have failed. I’ll try later maybe. Instead I picked a song from each of my shipping playlists. SOME CHARS I don’t have a full shipping playlist for them but I have shipping songs on their character playlist if that makes sense lol. TUMBLR will only let me post 10 links at a time so I will reblog this with more links and info. Next part coming in a second!
Duck Revenger x Alpha (Nega Donald and Nega Uno)
So I have a headcanon for Negaverse Donald and Alpha would still kinda be heroes. But of course, being the Negaverse, they have more edgy drama. Also Uncle Scrooge is evil and they have to deal with that.
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Duke L’Orange x OC Gallery
Gallery belongs to @ fluxjava
This is actually from a playlist I made for a story that took place wayyy in the future where Gallery is resurrected by magic and Duke’s been alive for a good thousand years (also because of magic.) LOOK it’s a long story. There was space travel and mysteries it was great okay.
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AND THEN here’s a normal shipping song I always think of them with:
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Faustina (OC for Ducktales/Darkwing)
GOD her shipping playlist just has so many good songs in it to pick one is hard. It’s not having her shipped with anyone in particular just how she does relationships lolol. Lot of the songs make her sound worse than she really is I swear. >_> Two for her
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Also this song this has gore:
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Non Gore version:
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Fethry x Poe (Ducktales 2017)
So I ship these two for my headcanons for 87/comic blend universe. Poe and Fethry in that universe don’t start being an item until Magica and Gladstone have been together for awhile. I don’t really have a playlist for that ship because there isn’t really any drama to it to have a playlist lololol. For 2017 I have Poe being an active villain so of course more dramaaa. This playlist has a lot of Raven based songs but the main one I picked to show is just a nice angst with a twist ha.
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Gene x Djinn
Oh lawd I’ve been trying to fill their shipping play list for more happy songs because MOST of their story is happy. It’s just easy to find songs for when that ONE bad thing happens. (*cough* Merlock *cough.)
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Grimstone (Nega Gladstone) x OC Sheldrake Netta
My headcanon for Nega Gladstone is up to stuff with @ cata OC’s Sheldrake. But they are both bastards so their playlist is full of bastard love songs.
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Touch My Neck, and I’ll Touch Yours
warnings: handjobs, blowjobs, comeshots, mentions of breakfast
author: Alana
pairing: Harry Styles/Matty Healy
rating: Explicit
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Medicate
warnings: creature death, theft, a little blood, guns
author: Alana (me) rating: Explicit pairing: Harry Styles/Matty Healy
This fic is set in the Fallout universe. The year is 2281 and the world has been destroyed by nuclear war. To survive the nuclear fallout, people lived in vaults underground. Most of the vaults are now abandoned as people walk the surface. Harry belongs to The Followers of the Apocalypse - a humanitarian group that focuses entirely on doctoring and science while the Fiends are a drugged up group of insane raiders.
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