#matt healy fluff

[wolferals]

MANCHESTER

Matty Healy x fem! reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff❤️

y/n's pov:

My casual 4pm stroll went as always, a big comfortable jacket, a pair of headphones playing some nostalgic songs and the chill autumn breeze messing up my hair.

This time, I walked to the east side. Manchester was pretty in fall. Especially the east, the pretty houses by the coast and the crazy amount of coffee shops.

It smelled like salt with a hint of smoke as I turned into a neighborhood right by the coast.

I liked that smell, it made me remember how much I loved my new home.

A few minutes past strolling around, I noticed a bench, surrounded by trees, right by the river. Immediately I walked up to it and made myself comfortable before I picked a new song to listen to.

I looked around, taking in the scenery, enjoying the view, smelling the autumn air and having the time of m life as chase atlantic was playing in my head.

Then, I noticed a man to my left, sitting by a coffee house on the doorstep. He was wearing a long coat and sunglasses and seemed to be busy with his phone while smoking a cigarette.

First, I wondered why he was sitting there all alone instead of being inside or actually finding a decent spot to sit at.

Then he looked up and noticed me staring.

It took him a few seconds but then he waved.

I was confused to why he waved at me. But then he got up. Putting out his cigarette, he made his way towards me. I got a bit nervous but sat up right and took my headphones off.

„Hey!" He exclaimed and took his sunglasses off.

Matty, i realized and got up.

„Oh my god hey!" I threw myself onto his neck and he hugged me back quickly.

„I can't believe you're here. You alright y/n?"

I let go of him and we both sat down.

„I'm great! I actually moved here about a month ago. I got sick of everything, needed a change. And i loved it here last time."

Matty smiled at me and replied:"Thats great! So how you liking Manchester?"

-„I love it, it's beautiful. Best choice I've ever made. I thought you were on tour tho."

Matty nodded and kept his eyes on me. „We were; we finished last week. It's good to be back."

I looked around us and realized how truly great all of this was. And it felt nice to see Matty again. It's been about 14 months since last time. We'd met through mutual friends and got along perfectly but had quickly realized that we'd be better off as friends. Not only due to the 10 year age gap but also due to his busy lifestyle and the fact that I'd lived across seas.

„You look incredible." He complimented me and I started to smile. „Thank you! I think the city is really good for me. But hey you too! I like the new look."

Pointing at his long black coat he chuckled.

„Thanks! I felt like it was long needed. I'm fucking old now."

We both laughed at that statement.

„Do you want to grab some coffee?" He spoke up, pointing at a building across the street.

„Yeah that'd be nice."

We made our way towards the coffee shop and ordered our usuals. „You still don't like black coffee huh?" He grinned as he watched me poor sugar and milk in my coffee.

„Nope it's still gross." He took a provocative sip of his cup and smiled. „Delicious."

-„You're gross." I laughed and pushed the door open to step back outside.

„So tell me, how have you actually been?" He nudged me into the side and I looked at him briefly.

„Good. I didn't lie before. I've been really good. Uni is still going good. I got to make a switch to this exchange program and my plan is to finish my bachelors or even my masters over here. Everything is good then, except the fact that I don't know a lot of people here yet."

-„That sounds amazing, I'm so happy for you! How come you didn't reach out? You knew I was around."

He sent me this look. The puppy eyes as I'd liked to call it.

„I-uh." I started but eventually finished:"I actually didn't think you would care much to see me again. After that conversation on the roof last year."

I remembered that night vividly.

Matty and I had been slightly drunk, talking about god and the universe when he'd suddenly complained about why I was so young and how come god didn't create me years sooner.

I'd always known that there was tension between Matty and me but I also knew that nothing could happen because he was older and I was young and naiv. Probably would've jumped a cliff for him.

„Yeah I know, so sorry for the shit I said. Probably had too much wine. But I'm so glad I ran into you!"

He smiled his smile. The Matty smile.

So simple yet so sweet and enticing.

[xoxo4chrisss]

𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 (𝙗𝙛)

warnings:fucking AGAIN 😛

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FINALLY TEXTS 🥸🥸

[matthewswifeee]

Three Way

. warnings: fingering? cock warming. chratt? kinda no smut but suggestive.

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There you are, the two of you cuddling on the sofa, or at least that's what it looks like to anyone else that would see. Really your bestfriend, Matt is resting deep inside of you while the two of you are trying to watch a movie. Your back side pressed against the front of Matt leaving no room between the two of your bodies. "What are you two watching" Chris asks as he sits on the other side of the couch.

I open my mouth to speak and before I could get a word out Matt buckles his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of me. "U-u-um, The Hangover" I respond hoping that Chris doesn't notice the moan almost escaping my lips. Chris says nothing and just looks over at the TV, now watching the movie with us.

A few minutes I catch Chris looking at Matt and I. We lock eyes and all he does is shake his head at me, making me shift a bit, feeling Matt inside of me and God did it feel good. I look away but I can still feel Chris's eyes on me, making me wetter and wetter around Matt's cock. Matt moves his hand down to my puffy clit being to rub circles nice and slow.

I look over at Chris again and I can see the bulge in his pants growing. I'm doing my best not to moan out Matt's name, biting down on my now swollen bottom lip. I feel Matt slowly start to pump I'm and out of me as much as he could with the little space that we had on the couch. "You're so wet" Matt whispers in my ear, quiet enough so that Chris couldn't hear it but I know he knows what going on under this blanket.

Fuck I can't take this anymore. "Chris" I say and he raises his eyebrows to signal that he's listening to me. "Come here" I say patting the spot on the couch in front of me. He sits down and I lay my head in his lap with every inch of Matt still inside of me. I place my hand on his inner thigh just beside his growing bulge, looking up at him biting his lip.

"Told you she'd go for it" Chris says as I hear Matt slightly chuckle behind me. "Pathetic" Matt whispers in my ear. And that's it that's how our little three way started.

I kinda hate this like I could've done way better but its fine... pt.2 ???

[shrenvents]

Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

Series Masterlist

Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark that will eventually burn him. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night, would change his sombre tune forever?

Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes.

Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again. "You know what Al? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."

"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.

"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.

"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.

That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.

Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.

Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.

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After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.

"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.

8:24 pm

"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.

"You're the boss."

"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.

Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alexander!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.

"Excuse me?"

"I-uh, name's Alex..." Yeah, very smooth.

"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.

9:41 pm

"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"

"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."

"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"

"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.

"Hey! And you're good-looking."

"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.

"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.

"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"

"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

[sturn-saturn]

tell me why i thought matt was gonna announce he was ACTUALLY becoming a dad when he pulled up the video on his laptop. felt my heart beating in my ass for a second

[kate-the1975]

I need to know, do dad!Matty and girly have any other Baba's in the future or is it just Rosie.

Could totally see dad!Matty being a girl dad to a few little ones 😭😭

Oh of course!!! I’ve already had it planned out that there’s four lil babas including Rosie.

I haven’t really thought about if they’d be all girls, but at the same time I’ve had little moments where I can picture the four kiddos and I nearly have a picture in my mind of the gender of the baby’s when they’re born so I’m going to stick with that I think (I’m not telling just yet hehehe).

I think once they get to baba number two and they’re ready for baba number three they’ll put the concrete bunker up for sale (I’m sorry, I know 😭😭)

I think by that time both of you feel like it’s served its purpose and you’re both starting to become more weary when Baba No.2 starts to walk and you just realise the whole house is a bit of a danger hazard for babies ☠️.

But you both know that Baba No.2 definitely isn’t the last, so you’re looking for a house that’s proper family friendly and comforting in a nice setting.

Matty is a true family man and loves all of his Baba’s so much, it’s always been the more the merrier for him, wanting a big army of mini Matty’s and mini yous, but you’re the one who has to birth all of them so you’re definitely stopping at four….you think 👀

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 13.- Tolerate it.

SERIES MASTERLIST BLOG MASTERLIST

"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 💕💕

[everythingdenied]

baby fever-matty healy

a/n: just a short one that's been sitting in my notes app for months today besties :) got so much non tumblr related work today so this is the best i can do. my apologies if it makes zero sense el oh el mwah x warnings: mentions of pregnancy/babies etc, literally the faintest mention of weed?? other than that its just a happy liccle fluff wc: 1,029

"What'd you reckon babies even think about?" Matty hummed, sat cross legged on our living room floor, his back pressed up against the sofa as he watched the tiny human in front of him with fascination.

Cocking a brow, I looked up from my spot on the couch, fingers curling around the warm cup of tea in my hands.

"What do you mean?" I snorted, amused by his question.

"Well, they're always giggling, aren't they? Must be thinkin' about something dead funny if they're laughing that much."

"Babies laugh at everything, Matty. It's just cause they're...I dunno...it's just cause they're babies."

"That's a shit answer" He tutted, unsatisfied, and turned back to look at my niece. The baby babbled to herself, a toothless grin on her face as she stared, seemingly just as intrigued by my boyfriend as he was with her. Matty chuckled warmly, leaning forward, chin resting in his hands. "C'mon, love. you can tell us what's so funny. Promise I won't tell."

He held his pinky out to emphasis his 'promise' but Ella, being barely six months old, hadn't a clue what this meant, instead latching onto Matty's finger with a chubby little hand. I watched on with an affectionate role of my eyes, taking a sip of my tea.

I was honestly pleasantly surprised with how easily Matty had taken to my niece. When my sister had asked the two of us to babysit her for the afternoon whilst she and her partner went out for the afternoon, the first little bit of alone time they'd managed to get since El's birth, I'd been fairly sure my boyfriend would do nothing but whine and protest the whole day. More than used to his constant cynicism about everything, not excluding children, it felt strange to see him so enamoured with the little person crawling haphazardly around our front room; half expecting today to be a running commentary on how he simply 'couldn't stand' kids.

"She's quite cute, isn't she?" Matty mused wistfully, lifting the pudgy baby into his lap, and I couldn't help the grin that painted my lips. He glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What?"

"I thought you hated kids" I teased, shifting on the sofa.

"Never said that."

"You have. Many times." He pouted, looking down at Ella, who had now become preoccupied with Matty's hair, tugging lightly on a stray curl that had fallen over his eyes.

"Well...I didn't mean I hated 'em. I just-they're just a bit stupid sometimes, aren't they?"

"Bit like you then" I quipped playfully and he wrinkled his nose, breathing out a sarcastic laugh.

"Twat" He retorted and I gasped, reaching down to lightly slap his shoulder, earning a characteristically dramatic 'ow' from my partner, a man oftentimes more childish than the six month old currently residing in his lap.

"Stop swearing. I'm not returning her to my sister with that as her first word." Matty bit back a smirk but still murmured an apology, carefully cupping Ella's face in his hands as he begged her not to repeat what he'd just said, barely holding in his laughter. The little girl understood nothing but still seemed to hang on to Matt's every word, his voice drawing out her sweetest smile, seeped in purity.

It was a tender sight, oozing with a domesticity I'd never seen before in Matty and I couldn't help but snap a quick photo on my phone, smiling down at the image.

Later that evening, hours after my sister had come to collect Ella, I found myself crawling into bed with Matty, smiling to myself as I clambered beneath the duvet, laying my head on his bare chest. His arms enveloped me as if on instinct, pulling me closer to his warmth as I pressed a kiss to his sternum.

He mewled softly when I nuzzled into him, fingertips tracing up and down my arm, the faint smell of weed and toothpaste blanketing the air around he and I. There was a comfortable silence, the two of us basking in the peace and quiet for a moment, albeit I could tell Matty's head was anything but, marked by his incessant fidgeting.

"You okay?" I murmured, brows knitting together. Matty only hummed in response, saying nothing as he nestled his face into my hair, breathing in deeply.

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" he cut through the silence abruptly, his words practically unintelligible, muffled by my hair and whispered lowly as if he didn't quite want me to hear them.

"Hmm?" I glanced up at him.

"Do you...I mean, would I, I dunno, be alright, y'know, if we ever ended up having a kid?" I smiled earnestly at Matty, my hand splaying out atop the tattoo on his chest, feeling his pulse quicken against my palm. "Not that i'm saying we should have a kid now or anyth-"

"I think you'd be an amazing dad" I cut him off, craning my neck a little so that my lips met his in an act of comfort. We'd talk about this before, obviously, the whole 'baby' situation, but never seriously. I'd almost always instigated the conversation and, more often than not, Matty had brushed it off, mature enough to recognise that he probably wasn't quite ready for a baby. He still wasn't, nor was I, but I knew that having Ella around had changed something in him. "It'd be difficult with the band and stuff but, you'd love that kid more than anything. I mean, if you treat it even half as well as you treat me...well, it'd be lucky to have you."

"You mean that? You're not just saying it so i'll shut up and go to sleep?" I chuckled and shook my head, kissing him once more.

"I mean it" His eyelids fluttered contentedly. "Now's not the time...you've gotta focus on the boys. But one day...one day you'll make the best dad in the world." I punctuated my words with a peck. "Promise."

Matty smiled lazily, the pads of his thumbs drawing mindless shapes against my arms.

"Good, 'cause I quite fancy being called a dilf on twitter."

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Annihilation Day: Chapter 5

Chapter warnings: 18+ minors DNI, language, fluff, LOTS OF FLUFF, minor angst, like super minor, more like vague allusions to past angst but blink and you’ll miss it, alcohol, one mention of throwing up rip.

a/n: Hello friends! I took a slightly different approach to this chapter and wrote sort of like a vignette style so we could skip some time, I had this story start earlier in the calendar year than it does canonically so I could build in some extra time for Helena to meet and connect with the other characters (I didn’t wanna just toss her in and force those relationships) so this will hopefully serve as a helpful time jump through a couple of months to put us back in the canon timeline of season 1 episode 3 (around mid-January) for story’s sake I stretched the Healy case out quite a bit (by a few months) but I feel like legal cases generally don’t move as fast as they do in this show anyway so it’s fine lol. But anyway, I digress, enjoy!

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The world around Helena is hazy, but that doesn’t make it any less warm and comforting as it is right now. It’s calming. It’s home. If she ever had such a thing. There’s a woman, with a warm smile and bright blue eyes, she’s got long, curly brown hair, a honeyed color that matches her own quite well, she thinks. The woman presses a soft hand to the side of her face, and the gesture gives Helena the urge to cry, though she isn’t sure why. There’s a man too. He has a kind face, with big, down-turned green eyes like her. He has a sharp, angular nose, one that looks like he perhaps broke it as a boy and never had it set- but it’s his.

It’s the face of her father.

Helena jolts out of her sleep in a cold sweat, heaving breaths frantically into her lungs as she surveys the room around her. Realizing finally where she was she took a deep, albeit shaky breath as she let her eyes close again, falling back against her pillows. These were her least favorite of the constant dreams she was plagued with. Dreams of phantom memories of people that she never got to know, of the things that she almost had. It made her angry.

She tried to remind herself that at least this way her parents were memorialized in her mind as kind and good people, but that didn’t stop her from mourning the lose of them raising her. She probably hadn’t seen them since she was 5, it was a miracle she even kind of remembered their faces.

Although the possibility that her fractured mind had merely fabricated them for her when she needed comfort in an effort to keep her from loosing her mind, was certainly not lost on her.

At the thought she felt tears burn at the back of her throat. She swallowed them with only a minor wince and forced herself back to sleep.

When Helena woke up again the sun had risen and she was no more rested than she was when she woke up at the witching hour that same morning. But tonight, was Friday, which meant dinner with Mrs. Sánchez and… Matt. That filled her with at least a little bit of excitement for the day as she dragged herself out of bed. She hadn’t seen her neighbor in a good half a week, avoiding her at all costs to spare the old woman from seeing her marked-up face. The woman had of course ventured across the hall to ensure that her young resident hermit was okay, but Helena always came up with some sort of, often horse-shit, excuse as to why she couldn’t open the door.

Thankfully, her bruises faded quickly, because there was no way Mrs. Sánchez would’ve believed her charade much longer.

The day moved fairly quickly after she got up. Before she knew it she found herself pulling her beef stroganoff off the stove and piroshki out of the oven. Filling her travel containers with the warm food, she prepared to make the short trip across the hall to Mrs. Sánchez’s apartment when she heard a knock on her door.

Drying her hands on a nearby towel, she made her way to swing the front door open, revealing the one and only, Matt Murdock.

“Hi.” She greeted, slightly breathless stepping aside for him to pass through her door way. “Come on in, I’m just packing up dinner and then we can go across the hall.”

“Thank you.” He followed silently behind her as she resumed her previous action. As he leaned himself against her counter top he felt something small thump against his shin. He tilted his head down toward the sound of another tiny heartbeat. “Hello?” he asked quietly.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry that’s Fish, don’t mind him, he’s kind of an asshole.” She laughed looking at the pair. Her heart melted a little bit at the sight of Matt carefully crouching down to give the little goblin some chin scratches, causing soft purrs to fill the room. “Well look at you two.” She mused softly, causing a smile to break out across his face as well.

Truth be told, he had been ready to call and cancel that morning, his fear of growing to close to people and the ever present voice in the back of his head chanting you’re better off alone, you just cause pain to everyone you touch, having gotten the better of him. But then Foggy adamantly threatened that if Matt canceled, then he would move everything in his apartment without so much as a method to his madness. Not just a ‘move everything an inch to the left’ situation, which he had already pulled once before mind you, no, he was promising to put all his beer under the couch, his vacuum in his shower and his spices pretty much all over the apartment. So, in the interest of less of a headache for himself later, he reluctantly agreed to go.

The decision seemed a lot easier to him now as he breathed in deep, practically tasting the food she’d made in the air. He could smell her too, her shampoo, and just the natural scent of her. And the sound of her quiet laugh could probably get him to do anything she asked of him.

He spent pretty much the entire dinner mesmerized by her, just the way she talked, and the endless kindness that she showed her neighbor. Mrs. Sánchez was rather mesmerized by him. He even heard her pull Helena aside when they first arrived, whispering, “My goodness, he is so handsome, where did you find him?” he suppressed a smirk as Helena shushed her elderly friend playfully, the three of them taking a seat at the table.

The dinner went on without a hitch- Mrs. Sánchez fawned over Matt, Matt listened to Helena tell the old woman about her week since she’d last seen her and vice versa, and he got to eat his first home cooked meal since probably when Karen made him and Foggy that casserole after they got her out of prison.

And the weeks continued that way.

September, October, November, December-

Helena created more memories during those four and a half months in Hell’s Kitchen than she’d had anywhere else in her entire life. Friday night dinners with Mrs. Sánchez turned into family affairs with Matt, Foggy, and Karen. She always had Matt or Foggy walking her home from her closing shifts at the bar, even though she knew she didn’t need it, but it made them feel good to know that she got home safe and it made her feel good to know that someone cared. So, she let them.

Matt had made it his personal mission to chip away at the woman’s exterior. Against his better judgement, he felt the irresistible longing to know her. And as long as he didn’t let himself get too close, letting himself accept some small pieces of her would be fine.

Wouldn’t it?

Regardless of Matt’s tendencies to self-sabotage, he and Helena grew even closer as the months passed. As the weather got colder, their friendship only grew warmer. It was a feeling that burned him in only the best way. He watched as her more skittish nature melted away, leaving in its wake an unguarded and unadulterated version of herself that was just her. No fear, no distrust. And unbeknownst to Matt and the other two thirds of Nelson & Murdock, Helena hadn’t felt that way with people in a long time. Mrs. Sánchez was probably the first and only person she’d come to trust in all her time in America at all.

Until now.

He learned that she spoke five languages, that she had some family overseas, though she didn’t elaborate much on them, and that she loved the ocean. She learned that his father used to be a boxer before he passed, that Matt attended the Clinton Church, and that he was close friends with its priest Father Lantom, who had helped raise him during his time at St. Agnes. The more layers the two pulled back from each other, the more they found they had in common, and suddenly the things that made them feel so broken and bloody, didn’t seem so scary anymore.

Helena’s select secrecy when it came to discussing anything before her time in the U.S. however, concerned and upset him. He wasn’t upset with her specifically per se, just at the prospect of something so heavy hanging over her that she couldn’t bring herself to talk about it. He couldn’t really blame her either, he too was hiding an entire part of his life from her, but he had a hard time thinking of anything she could be hiding that would surpass the skeletons he had in his own closet. Her family, he found, was among the sorest subjects to ask her about. He could hear her heart fall and her breath pick up at the mention of anything of the sort.

“I’m not related to them,” she’d began one night as he helped her clean up after dinner across the hall, “but they’ve always been my family.” She paused again, like she was debating over whether to continue speaking, to give him this piece of her or to keep it locked away in the pit of her stomach and the base of her skull. “Imani is the one who took me in as a kid.” She began as she occupied herself with washing the dishes, not daring to look up towards where she would feel Matt’s phantom gaze on her, and he didn’t dare say anything, in fear of scaring her back into silence. She cleared her throat as she continued. “I uh, I got into some trouble and ended up on her doorstep, and she could have just sent me on my way, but she didn’t. After that her whole family took me in as one of their own.” She wiped her hands on a nearby towel, waiting on Matt to respond.

“They sound like very wonderful people.” He commented gently, resisting the urge to reach for her. She smiled, “why don’t you go visit them?” he asked tentatively, bracing himself for the possibility of her closing up again. He was shocked when that wasn’t what happened, instead all he got was a small shrug.

“I’m sure they’d ask the same thing, I dunno.” She spoke quietly, “I just left somethings behind, and it’s hard to go back, even if I leave the good behind with it.” She was being intentionally vague, he knew that, but he didn’t push her any further. For that she was grateful.

They went to Josie’s more often together too. The four of them would cram into the seats at the bar and drink too much cheap beer, Foggy even convinced Helena to drink the eel with him, an event that led to her spending the night at Matt’s, asleep on his bathroom floor after he graciously held her hair back as she threw up the contents of her stomach. He rubbed soothing circles on her back all the while as she muttered curses towards Foggy, some in English and some in Russian in her drunken, sick haze.

“What the fuck was in that drink?”

“I hope Foggy is as sick right now.”

“I’m gonna poison that son of bitch.”

Even with her curled over his toilet, sweating through her shirt, drunk out of her mind, Matt thought she was the prettiest thing in the world. Even if he couldn’t even see her. Even when she’d threatened to stab him when he tried to move her to his couch. He just smiled, cooing calming nothings to her as he grabbed her a blanket, wrapping his around her shoulders as she insisted she wanted to sleep in the bathroom.

Her small and quiet “Thank you Matty.” Before she nestled her head against the edge of his bathtub as closed her eyes, made his stomach flip in summersaults, mountains of butterflies flying ramped in the cavern of his sternum.

Other times she would take care of him. Once he had taken a tumble down the stairs from the roof of his apartment, he’d been hit a little too hard in the head the night before, leaving his senses muddled and unfocused. She’d luckily been coming by that morning anyway to drop off some files from another case they’d had her look in on, and knocked on his front door, only to hear a weak, “it’s open.”

He listened as she opened his front door, heart beat one of confusion. When she laid eyes on him, sprawled out at the bottom of his stairs she let out a string of Russian curses before setting the stack of papers down along with her bag, and running to his side. Helping him sit up, Helena was careful as she gently cradled the back of his head, no blood, much to her relief.

“I fell down the stairs.” He tried to joke weakly. She smiled and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. He could’ve cried.

“Yeah I can see that Matty, can you stand?” Gentle, she was always gentle. He nodded his head as she helped him move to his couch. She fished a bag of frozen peas out of his freezer, placing it into his palm so he could press it to wherever his head hurt the most.

There’s one night in particular, that Matt had found himself in particularly deep. The two of them, along with Karen and Foggy, where spread around Karen’s living room, all drinking wine in celebration of the Nelson & Murdock trio winning another case. The four were laughing and joking and as Matt and Foggy were deep in their own conversation, he heard Karen raise to her feet, tugging Helena with her, both women giggling quietly to each other.

“Come on teach me! I’m a fast learner I swear.” He heard Karen exclaim excitedly, clapping her hands together. Foggy noticed Matt’s distracted gaze to the center of the room where his two friends stood.

“Now what are you two heathens up to?” Foggy asked in mock accusation, his eyebrow raised.

“Helena is gonna teach me to dance.” Karen gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Russian folk dancing, specifically.”

“Ah I see, well go on then sensei, I would join but I’m pretty sure my dancing would count as an act of terrorism against your culture.” Foggy laughed, taking another sip of his wine.

Helena snickered playfully at him before turning back to Karen, “Okay so to start you usually want to stance yourself like this-” Matt stopping listening to the words she was saying and focused more on the sound of her voice as she walked Karen through the steps of the traditional folk dance. He listened as she gathered the sides of her ankle length skirt in her hands and lifted it to her knees, to allow Karen to see the positioning of her feet. He was overwhelmed, in the best way, by the wave of the smell of her skin that was sent his way at the action. He took a deep breath, listening to his two friends dance and laugh, her laugh made him smile.

Foggy smirked over to the side as he watched his best friend all but gawk at the woman in front of him. He’d pocket that information for later, right now he just enjoyed watching his friend act absolutely whipped in real time.

Matt Murdock had long since made his peace with being blind, but as he listened to her dance and spin and laugh, he decided that he never wished he could see again, if only for a moment, more in his entire life. To see her like this would be a gift that he would beg God for every night and pray for every time he went to church.

Matt found himself using her company as almost a metric, measuring his time from meeting to meeting. It wasn’t like how it was with Elektra either. With Elektra, he felt like he was drowning when he was without her and like he was being burned alive when he was with her, a feeling that at the time he’d convinced himself was love, but now he recognized it for what it was. Toxic, manipulative, painful. With Helena it was different, granted the nature of their relationship was also very different. They were just friends, they’d met under completely different circumstances, they weren’t breaking into rich houses together, and they certainly weren’t fucking. But still, Helena felt like just as substantial of a relationship as the one he had with Elektra all those years ago. A relationship that was going to change him, for better or for worse he wasn’t sure yet, but he was more than willing to find out.

And Helena shared the same sentiment. Platonic or other wises, Matt had grown to be very important to her. When Helena was with Matt she felt… good. She felt normal, something that had been all but denied from her this far.

But good things never last forever, and what goes up, unfortunately, must come down.

“Do we have any details on her? Affiliations, credentials, anything?” a mysterious, terrifying man asks on one side of an even more mysterious and terrifying black car.

“No sir, there’s almost no record of her anywhere, unfortunately she cut her connection pretty much as soon as we got the ping that she was looking into our business. But we were able to pin point the general radius of where she was searching from and she’s definitely in Hell’s Kitchen, so it’s only a matter of time before we track her down.” Another man speaks from across the car, smaller than the first, with a nice suit and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

The first man hums in acknowledgement, and the second holds his breath as he awaits his response. “Take care of this as quickly and quietly as possible, especially after Union Allied and the fiasco with Ms. Page, we cannot risk further exposure.” The man finally spoke, prompting the man across from him to nod his head in agreement.

“Of course, sir.”

“It is a shame,” the man contemplates, gazing out the car’s window, into the dark, misty scape of Hell’s Kitchen.

“A shame, Sir?” his subordinate questions cautiously for clarification. The man turns his head back to face him.

“It’s a shame that such talent will have to go to waste.”

a/n: oh??? Mysterious??? jee I wonder who that could be? I had to take multiple breaks while writing this to scream into a pillow so I hope you all enjoyed, hopefully my next one won’t take as long to write now that I’m moving in time with the plot.

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Somebody Else (a Klance/ Sheith Fic)

Fandom: Voltron (au)

Ship: Keith and Lance, but also Keith and Shiro

Based off of: Somebody Else by the 1975 x

word count: 982

Bolded lines are song lyrics I’ve woven into the story

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“Are you sure you want to go out tonight?” Hunk asked his best friend Lance.

“Yeah, I’m already over him,” Lance told himself. “I just need a rebound person already, ya know?”

“Lance, I really don’t think you’re ready. Just because Keith already found someone new doesn’t-”

“He’s not actually with that weird ass cyborg guy.”

“His name is Shiro and he’s not a cyborg,” Hunk countered.

“I just need something to make him look bad, okay. Just let me have that.”

Because Hunk didn’t want to increase the tension in the car or just because he didn’t know what to say, they don’t speak for the rest of the car ride to the club.

Lance hadn’t been out since the break up, so when he strolled into the loud club his senses overload. The loud music sent a rattle through his ribcage, the strong smell of alcohol made his empty stomach turn, and the sight of his ex, well, the sight of his ex amplified all his other feelings of anxiety. When he caught a sight of Keith, for a split second his heart flew to his throat and a smile tugged at his lips, but he wasn’t happy in the slightest. He felt like he was looking through him while Keith looked through his phone. Clubs were never Keith’s scene anyway so it didn’t surprise Lance to see him at the bar disinterestedly looking through his phone. He still looked amazing. But that didn’t cover up the reason Lance broke up with him. And that reason was walking up to Keith.

Shiro -or the Skunk as Lance had started to call him due to his black and white hair- handed Keith a beer that Keith set on the bar.

Rookie mistake, Lance thought. Keith doesn’t drink anything but an occasional whiskey. Though he wanted to, he couldn’t stop analyzing everything this guy was doing. He caught a quick view of Shiro putting his hand on the small of Keith’s back and saw him flinch. If it were Lance in his place, he would have known that Keith hates that and he would have brushed his arm against his forearm. He shook the thought of being with Keith out of his head. He didn’t want him anymore.

But he still couldn’t stop thinking about them together. Did Shiro put his hand on the small of his back when they kissed? Did he kiss better than Lance? He laughed. No one kissed better than Lance.

“Come on,” Hunk said dragging Lance away from the view of Keith, “We didn’t come here so you could laugh at your ex and his new boyfriend.”

“Trust me, Hunk,” Lance yelled over the music, “with those moves they aren’t going to be together for any much longer.”

As if to confirm what he believed, he turned back to the couple who were making out rather aggressively. He expected to find Shiro put his hand on the small of Keith’s back or something dumb, but he found that he was cupping Keith’s face in one hand with the other hand in his hair. Lance couldn’t deny that Keith loved that.

The contentful smile slipped off Lance’s face. It was easy for him to be optimistic about his break up if he thought that Keith and his new suitor were unhappy. He knew it was selfish and unhealthy to think that way, but he couldn’t help it. It felt easier to bash Keith when he thought he was at a loss by leaving, but he seemed fine without him. He seemed better off without him.

“Lance…” Hunk searches for words of comfort, but he can’t find any.

The D.J. stumbles to change the song leaving Hunk and Lance in silence as they watch Keith and Shiro break away and make their way to the dance floor.

“I’m okay,” Lance says to his best friend once the music comes back on. “I don’t want him.”

And he didn’t. He didn’t want Keith anymore, but he hated thinking of him with Shiro. He watched as the couple grinded against each other as they laughed and danced and moved smoothly together. Lance knew that if it was him and Keith out there on the floor, it would be oafish and inelegant as they hid their hopelessness with the fake vitality their relationship once had. Lance knew he they couldn’t hide it. He tried to for weeks after he found out about his boyfriend’s affair with a certain cyborg. Keith had been distant and sluggish for a quite some time and while there were red flags they were decorated in the love and affection that Lance and Keith shared. It wasn’t until his friend Pidge saw Keith kissing another man at a bar that he was able to believe his boyfriend was cheating on him.

He watches as the Skunk™ says something in Keith’s ear and the corners of his mouth lift in the slightest. They intertwine their fingers and start to make their way out of the club.

Back when they were together, Lance used to feel intertwined with Keith. It was foolish, but he felt as if he could feel it when his boyfriend entered a room or exited. It filled him with warmth and content. But now, when Keith felt like Lance was in the room he brushed off the thought. Then, when he caught sight of his ex it filled him with guilt that filled to the brim and overflowed onto his facial features.

Their love had gone cold and Keith was already intertwining his soul with somebody else.

Lance didn’t want his body.

I don’t want your body.

I don’t want your body.

I don’t want your body, Lance thought.

He looks away from Keith’s apologetic tear filled eyes and he doesn’t look back.

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Mayhem

A/N - So, it was too late to incorporate any of this into I Know That I’ll Lose, but let it be known that Matty getting a puppy did not go unnoticed by my writing inspiration. Have this adorable thing. 

Matty adopts a puppy, Matty ends up back at the pet store more than he expected. Short, fluffy Matthew Healy x Reader sorta thing.

It had been three days since Matty brought a new puppy back to the studio. Three days of a black fluff ball romping about under their feet any time they tried to move from one room to another. George had tried to convince him that it wasn’t a great idea to get another dog considering how little time he spent at home. But he regretted missing out on the majority of Allen’s childhood and he was bound to London for the foreseeable future, so he figured now was as good a time as any to get a puppy. Things were going pretty well so far - Mayhem adjusted nicely to the new environment and he was a (mostly) welcome addition to the homely space of the studio. The only issue was that he didn’t seem to be eating much. Or… at all. On the first day it was easy enough to assume that he had already been fed at the pet store and wasn’t hungry, the second day could be put down to settling in nerves, but Matty was beginning to get concerned that he still didn’t seem to want his food. Perhaps it was the taste? He figured that all dog food probably tasted fairly similar from brand to brand, but maybe not if you were the target audience.

“I’m goin’ out, George.” He shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys and slipped his wallet into his pocket.

“Where?” His friend’s voice called back down the hallway.

“Pet store to get Mayhem food. Make sure he doesn’t destroy anything.” He answered, about the pull the door shut behind him before he heard George continue.

“He’s not my dog, Matt.” He replied, the mild annoyance seeping into the tone of his voice.

“You own stuff in here too.” Matty half-sung back. “Bye!”

  The shop he had gotten Mayhem from was only a few minutes down the road. As he stepped up to the counter, he rehearsed one last time in his head what he had come in here for. He didn’t want to seem like a bad dog owner, like it was something that he was doing that was resulting in his pet not eating.  But he was quickly beaten to the punch as the cashier turned to face him. She gave him a curious look before the recognition flashed across her face. “You came in and bought the black cane corso the other day, yeah?” She asked with a friendly smile. He nodded in response. “What was it…” She frowned, clearly trying her best to remember. “Matthew?”

“Matty’s better.” He answered, finding himself returning the smile.

“And Mayhem, right?” She asked. He was mildly impressed that she remembered so many details from a fifteen-minute interaction.

He laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s it.”

“How’s he going?” She asked with excitement.

He went to start going on about how cute and playful he was - as he had to anyone else who asked - before catching himself. “Well, that’s actually why I’m here.” He started, pulling his mind back to the reason that he had walked in. “He just doesn’t seem to want to eat the food that I had at home?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh, that’s no problem. I’ll show you what we were feeding him here.” She said as she quickly stepped around the counter and started walking towards the dog food. “It’s a bit more expensive, but it’s better quality and more palatable to most dogs. That’s why we use it for the dogs here.” She explained to Matty as she led him through the store.

  “That’s fine.” He shrugged. “As long as he likes it, the cost isn’t an issue.”

“Wish there were more dog owners like you.” She huffed under her breath, earning a quiet laugh out of him in response. After a quick scan of the aisle, she picked up a fairly large white bag and handed it out to him. “He was eating this stuff when he was with us and seemed to enjoy it.”

“Thanks. Hopefully he still likes it.” He chuckled as he gratefully took the bag.

“I’ll put it through for you.” She added, nodding back in the direction of the counter. Matty followed behind closely as he clutched the dog food closer to him. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was just because he hadn’t had much in the way of human contact with anyone other than George for the last few weeks, but this felt… oddly nice. If he didn’t have a starving canine at home, he probably would’ve made an attempt to drag out the interaction. But, he did. So, he paid for the dog food, and continued on his way.

  * * *

  Thankfully for Matty, Mayhem took to the new food very well. He was eating regularly as soon as the old stuff was out of his bowl. And for a while, things were great with the pup - he took naps on the couch with his owner, he stayed in his crate at night without complaints, he only stole small amounts of food off of low lying, unattended plates - it was all going swimmingly. However, it was clear that there were still a few teething problems. Quite literally.

“Hey! Drop that!” Matty yelled as he chased Mayhem under the table.

“I told you-” George started from his seat on the couch as the dog squirmed his way through the chair legs and continued running through the house with an amp lead in his mouth.

“Shut it, George.” Matty shouted back, trying to right himself too quickly and smacking his head on the underside of the table. He stared daggers into the back of the drummer’s head while he regained his balance before running after his dog.

“You can’t keep letting him chew stuff every time we have to shut him out of the room.” He continued as the duo suddenly ended up in front of him when Mayhem tried to (unsuccessfully) fit himself under a couch.

“He’s fine.” He tried to reason through gritted teeth as he picked the puppy up. As soon as his paws were off the ground, he let go of the lead. But alas, there was no saving it, his needle-sharp puppy teeth had already done their damage.

“No, he’s not. That’s the second thing he’s wrecked today.” George argued as he picked up the cord and wound it up. “Just put him in his crate.” He suggested.

  Matty held Mayhem up to make sure that he hadn’t hurt himself by chewing on things he wasn’t meant to, sighing in relief when he seemed fine. “But he shouldn’t have to be holed up in the crate just because we don’t want him making noise in the room with us.” It didn’t seem fair to this poor dog to have to spend half of the day cooped up just because he had production work to do.  

“Well, you have to do something.”

“I know, I know.” He snapped back, pulling the dog closer to himself as he tried to think of other ideas. He was just bored, not being naughty on purpose.

“Because if he moves onto anything of mine, I’m not gonna be happy about it. Mayhem might be meeting Allen sooner than planned.” George said with a pointed look.

“I’ll just get him more things to keep him occupied.” Matty said, the idea quickly making more and more sense the more the gears turned in his brain. “I can go get him those puzzle feeder things, and those toys that you put peanut butter in, and chew toys. I’ll go get him a bunch of that shit.” He said as he put his puppy back on the ground, who instantly bounded off happily to go destroy something else.

“You better go soon because-”

“I know. I’m going right now.” He nodded as he grabbed his keys off the coffee table.

  He hadn’t really expected to be back in this pet store three times in eight days, but here he was. Again. Feeling like a terrible dog owner. Again. He walked up to the counter, seeing the girl that had served him the last two times stocking shelves with her back to him. Matty cleared his throat, trying to politely get her attention. “Erm, hi.” He smiled as she turned around.  

“Hey, Matty!” She grinned back. “Didn’t expect you back so soon. How can I help?”

Fuck. She still remembered his name and he didn’t even know hers after what was now three interactions. Was she just good with names or was there just not that many customers coming through here? He supposed probably not at the moment. His eyes quickly scanned over the name tag on her uniform, committing it to memory. Wait, shit, she asked me a question. “I need a chew toy, something to keep Mayhem occupied if I’m out or busy.” He finally answered.

“Ah, is he getting bored?” She asked with a curious look.

“He must be, because he chewed through one of my guitar leads.” Matty chuckled, trying to make light of a bad situation.

But the look of shock on her face blew any attempts of that right out of the water. “It wasn’t on, was it?” She asked with a clear sense of worry.

“Thankfully, no.” He answered with a shake of his head.

She let out a relieved breath. “Good to hear.” She nodded, stepping around the counter and starting to walk into the store. He supposed that was his invitation to follow. “Poor buddy could’ve done himself some serious damage.”

  The two of them stood in front of a wall of various pet toys and the sheer amount of variety was borderline overwhelming to Matty. He was rather glad that he had sought out help. She turned to him as she grabbed a couple of options off the hooks. “Was it expensive?” She asked.

“The cord wasn’t, the guitar is.” He huffed. “But the cord is easy to replace. I just don’t want him deciding to chew on my other equipment.” He added quickly. He didn’t want to come across as angry about what was realistically quite a small problem. It just needed fixing sooner rather than when George decided to wring his neck over it.

“You play other stuff?” She questioned.

“I play a lot of things.” He shrugged casually, not wanting to make a huge fuss about it. Matty enjoyed that these interactions were about his dog rather than the aspects of his life most other people chose to focus on. Not that he could blame them, his career took up the majority of his life, but the change was nice.

“A man of many talents.” She noted.

“And a master of none of them.” He laughed.

  She turned to him, handing him a selection of chew toys. “He’s probably starting to feel his adult teeth coming through and wanting some stuff to gnaw on. Something like a rope toy or soft plastic might be good, or even a rawhide treat.” She explained. “You could maybe get him bones as well.” He nodded as he intently listened to her advice. “Or if you were after things to keep him occupied, you can also get some puzzle toys. But those usually require treats to dispense for the dog to want to play with them”

“Yeah, can I grab some of them too?” He said eagerly. It took about ten minutes for her to show him all of the options available, Matty relishing in the chance to have some casual chit chat in between aisles. By the time she had shown him just about everything a puppy could use to kill time, he had a shopping basket full of options to entertain Mayhem. Surely this would be enough to keep George happy. “Thanks for this.” He said with an appreciative smile as she began scanning them through the register.

“It’s no problem. Always happy to help out if it means an animal is gonna be better off.” She beamed back at him. He was suddenly hit with the reminder that he enjoyed their interaction the last time he was here, and he was enjoying this one more. But the little voice in the back of his mind was quick to mention the puppy who was probably chewing through a soundboard at the moment.

“Hopefully I can get these to him before he works his teeth into something else.” He added sheepishly.

“Well, I’ll let you get out of here then.” She handed him the heavy bag of pet toys. “I’ll see you soon.” She said with an expression that Matty probably would’ve called humorous. Was that a joke? Clearly three visits in one week wasn’t usual. But he figured she probably wouldn’t have been as friendly to him if she minded that. And he couldn’t really say that he felt bad about it.

“Apparently, at the rate I’m goin’.” He laughed back over his shoulder as he walked back to his car. A nagging feeling sat at the back of his mind that he was probably going to be back here pretty soon.

  * * *

  The toys did the trick for keeping Mayhem away from any expensive equipment. And for keeping George off Matty’s back (for now). Between things to chew on and things to solve, that puppy barely had time for cuddles and naps. That didn’t stop him from trying to push his luck on occasion, though. Matty was sitting at his desk in the middle of an interview when he spied Mayhem about to wrap his teeth around one of his shoes. “Hold on a second, let me just shout at my dog.” He said offhandedly to the screen as he pushed himself back to get a better view of what he was trying to do. As soon as he called out to him, Mayhem bounded over like nothing had happened. “I’ve got you loads of toys, you don’t need to chew that.” As if completely understanding his owner the puppy picked up the rope toy that was sat at the base of the coffee table. Matty eyed the rope toy that Mayhem was chewing on, thinking back to the girl at the pet store. It had been a week since his last visit. Would it be weird if he went back again? It would definitely be weird if he went there and someone else was working. It would defeat the whole point. He tuned back into the interview, the thought of going back for social reasons playing on his mind as he carried on.

  After an hour the interview had wrapped up. It was just before three in the afternoon, the pet store would still be open. Matty quietly picked up his car keys, hoping to make a silent escape. But he had no such luck. “Where are you going?” George asked with a frown over the back of the lounge.

“Uh, out.” He shrugged, trying and failing to be nonchalant. His best friend just stared him down until he answered properly. “The pet store.” He eventually confessed.

George had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew the answer to the question he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t help himself, “What for this time?”

Matty paused for a moment, trying to think of a reason to go back. “A new bed.” He answered with a firm nod.

“That bed’s fine.” George gestured to the practically new bed sitting in the crate.

“He’ll need a bigger one soon.” He reasoned with himself more than anyone else, making his way to the door before he could talk himself out of it.

“Why’re you really going?” He heard George ask, the snigger underlying his question echoing down the hallway.

“I’ll be back soon. Bye!”

  Within fifteen minutes Matty found himself standing at the - now fairly familiar - counter of the pet store. Despite his bad luck getting out of the house, he was fortunately facing some good luck now. “Back again?” She asked, frowning at the man in front of her curiously.

“I, erm, need a new bed for Mayhem.” He knew it was a poor excuse for coming back in here, because with her memory she’d likely know that he bought one when he picked Mayhem up. But maybe it would be enough to get him by. “He’s taken to thinking that the couch is his.” She seemed fairly unphased by this, just nodding along.

“That’ll happen if you let him sleep on it.” She said, cracking a bit of a smile.

“You’re very knowledgeable about all this dog stuff.” Matty said casually as he tried to strike up more of a conversation.

“Well, I work at a pet store.” She reminded him.

“That’s not-” He stopped, taking in a breath as he tried to get himself back on track. “Do you have one of your own?”

“Yeah! I’ve got a golden retriever.” The vibe of the conversation instantly shifted into a territory Matty was much more comfortable with. She seemed a lot more excited to chat now that he’d brought up her own pets. He was happy to move things away from awkward ground and onto some stuff he could be a bit surer about.

That works. “I’ve heard that those are a really friendly breed.”

“Oh, Roscoe’s got an amazing temperament.” She nodded.

“Mayhem needs another dog friend like that.” He started with a sigh, “He’s so high energy that most dogs don’t want a bar of it.”

  She raised an eyebrow at the obvious hint he was dropping, but decided to step around it for the moment. “He doesn’t do well at dog parks?” She asked.

Matty shook his head, “I think it’s all too overwhelming. He gets overzealous and then other dogs snap at him when they don’t want to play that much.” Which, in Matty’s defence, was true. When he took Mayhem to a dog park two days ago, his dog spent most of his time chasing a tennis ball because the other dogs didn’t want to put up with a puppy. “Maybe he’d do better in a one on one environment.” He shrugged.

She couldn’t help the laugh that came out at his lack of subtlety. “Oh, really?” She asked, trying to recompose herself. Matty supposed that was probably his invitation to just cut to the chase.

“Would you be up for it? I could meet you at the dog park down the road sometime next week.” He suggested, trying his best to keep his cool. She thought about this for what felt like a solid minute but he was sure it was probably only a few seconds.

“Sure.” She nodded eventually. “Tuesday morning?”

“I’m sure I could fit that in.” He grinned back.

  There was a brief moment of silence where Matty just took in the moment of success until he took his cue to leave before he blew it. “Well, I’ll see you then.” He said as he went to step away from the counter.

“Wait,” She said, stopping him in his tracks as he turned back to her. Shit, what did he forget? “You came in here for a dog bed, didn’t you?”

Oh, no. “Uh, erm, yeah, I suppose I did.” He mumbled quietly as he scratched at the back of his neck. “I’ll go grab one.” He nodded, making his way to the back of the store. After quickly berating his own idiotic memory he grabbed a slightly larger bed than the one Mayhem already had and brought it back up to the counter. He was fairly sure he’d just undone any good work that he had worked towards. Handing the bed over he tried his best to at least be a functioning human being until he got back to his car.

“Hopefully this keeps him off the couch.” The cashier said as she handed it back to him, the humour of the situation pretty evident in her eyes. “And let me know what time on Tuesday.” She added as she passed him a piece of paper with her number on it. Thank fuck for that.

  * * *

  George had of course given Matty a hard time when he came home and revealed the details of how he nearly came home without what he had left the house for. However, Matty couldn’t really have cared any less, because it still ended up working out all right for him. Very few texts were exchanged other than the ones to arrange an exact time to meet up on Tuesday. He got there fifteen minutes early, sitting on a bench with his puppy in his lap as he tried to calm down his racing mind. He had decided to buy her a coffee on the way as a small gesture to say thanks. Once he had done so, he realised he had no idea if she even liked coffee and suddenly regretted the whole plan. But he had two coffees now, so he might as well offer it. Surely it would still be seen as a nice thought? He needed to calm down. Maybe he shouldn’t have had a coffee.

“It’ll be fine.” He told himself as he took in a deep breath. “Won’t it, buddy?” He asked as he nudged Mayhem. His dog looked back up at him with his large brown eyes, giving no indication that he was nervous. “Well of course it will be fine for you. At the end of the day you still have a small fortune of pet supplies to go home to.” Matty huffed as he ruffled Mayhem’s ears. His dog seemed very happy about this development.

  He heard her call his name before he saw her, turning to see a large golden retriever bounding his way. From his position on the bench, he and Mayhem came nose to nose as the new dog ran up to introduce himself. It hadn’t been intentional but it definitely worked very well for their first meeting to not overwhelm the poor puppy with height differences. When the two dogs seemed to have no hostility between them, Matty put Mayhem down on the ground. As soon as his paws touched the grass the two of them were off. He half kept an eye on his dog running amok as he turned to the girl sitting next to him.

“This is for you,” He said as he held out the second coffee. “as thanks.”

She let out an appreciative noise as she picked it up. “You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I wanted to.” He corrected.

“Well… thank you.” She nodded, flashing him a friendly smile. So far so good.

  After twenty minutes of playing, the two canines were finally starting to calm down a bit. “They’re getting on really well.” She noted, taking the last sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, it’s good to see.” He agreed with a nod. “Allen was so much easier to socialise, but he was a much calmer puppy than Mayhem is.” Matty said with a sigh.

She paused for a moment at that, considering what he had just said. “An old dog?” She asked.

“Uh, no, he’s not that old. He’s about five.” He answered.

“You have another dog?” She frowned.

He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that in hindsight. “Well, sort of, I co-own him with my mate Sam. He doesn’t live with me.” He tried his best to talk his way around it, but he knew exactly what was coming next. It was gonna come up sooner or later, he supposed.

“Why didn’t you just socialise Mayhem with the dog you already have?” She questioned.

“Because then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you out for a coffee.” He answered honestly.  

She laughed loudly, but didn’t seem upset by this information. That was good. “You could’ve just asked me out for coffee as opposed to going to all this trouble.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”

[calumscalm]

tell me about Calum's love language of quality time 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this took me eons because... yeah. this is literally just fluff. ++ come talk to me about what you think calum & the boys’ love languages are! i might just write about it. xoxoxo thanks for validating me iz (and @dukehoods and @akafeliznavidaddy because otherwise i wouldn’t be posting this lmao)

***

The incessant buzz of the phone on his bedside table is what wakes Calum up for the day. Groaning as he stretches, he reaches for it lazily, bleary eyes peeking at your name on the screen.

“Hello?” he mumbles, voice gruff in the light of the ten o’clock sun.

You chirp a good morning at the sound of your best friend’s voice until you note the tired rasp in it. Shit. Abort mission.

“M’sorry I woke you up—”

“—Morning, love. You good?”

Your words run into each other, his usual pet name for you making your heart flutter. Shake it off. 

“Uh- sorry. Yeah. I texted you earlier, but you should go back to bed.”

“Too late.” he insists. The sound of your voice and the prospect of spending time with you puts a smile on his face. C-Swizzle. lemme know if you’re free today, the text had read.

For you? Always.

The next couple of hours find you all over the city. Your first stop is a small Thai cafe, one of your recent favourite finds. You catch up over sips of your rosehip lemonade blend and stolen taste tests of Calum’s pa thong ko, failing to hold in your laughs when you correct his pronunciation of the breakfast pastry.

Your next destination is an accidental discovery, a breathtakingly pretty park coloured with daffodils and buttercups, handfuls of cherry trees in bloom providing shade.

It’s instinctual, the way you both meet each others’ gazes and agree: there was nothing else to do but have a picnic. Before you know it, you’re at a Whole Foods acting a fool with your favourite person in the world. He carts you around begrudgingly, a consequence of being a sore rock paper scissors loser. Calum doesn’t even try to hide his snickers at the dirty looks you’re getting from the older patrons in the store. You swear to pick the most expensive cheeses, organic fruit, and wine, threaten to leave all the costs of the purchase to him. But all the words die in your throat when his eyes, devoid of banter, meet yours and he says, “If you ask for it, it’s yours.”

It’s all you can do to stop yourself from leaning up to just kiss him, dammit. You shouldn’t be thinking-no, wishing- that it was his heart he was talking about. Yours was in his hands already, anyway. You settle with shoving him in the chest, a sarcastic remark on your lips.

“I missed your voice,” he later confesses sheepishly, the two of you huddled together, holding on to the grab-handles on the subway back from your picnic haul. You hope the face you’re making comes across as teasing; you pray it’s more convincing than the childish thudding in your chest at his admission. “Could’ve just Facetimed, yeah? Asked me for voice notes.” you poke at him. The faux pout that makes its way onto his face is more endearing than you’d like to admit. 

“S’not the same as hearing it in person, is it?” he points out. All you can do is smile in response. It’s not the same. 

“Means more when we’re together.” he adds, voice almost swallowed by the roar of the train on the track. You hear it though, deciding to tuck it away for later. Words like that were better to pine over in the solace and solitude of your bedroom.

Later, you’re lying on the picnic blanket, basking in the relaxing aftermath of your impromptu charcuterie. Calum is up against the cherry tree. You’re listening to his insistent argument on the validity of his ‘dessert’: a pint of mint cookies and creme- who does that? Before you can protest, he’s shoving his spoon in your face. 

“Taste it.” 

***

It only takes Calum a millisecond to digest the position you’re in. He doesn’t mean to, but his impassioned case over the merit of his ice cream has him hovering over your lying figure, blocking your view of the slowly-setting sun. 

But oh, how much better the world looks from here. 

He tries not to focus on your mouth while he watches for your reaction to his current favourite flavour. 

“Fine. It’s good. Really good, actually,” you grumble. 

He knows what you’ll ask before you do, so he simply concedes, self-satisfied smirk and all. “Yes, you can have the rest of it.”

You tell him to shut up, Cal, but an airy laugh escapes you anyway. Just then, Calum thinks to himself that he’d quite like to lean forward, chase the grin on your lips- kiss them, ice cream be damned. Instead, he gets out of your way so you can both sit up against the tree.

He accepts the lazy way you smoosh the side of his face in silent protest of his still smug expression. As far as he’s concerned, he could spend the rest of the day watching you bathed in the tangerine glow of the sunset, eating his ice cream. Easily.

Calum isn’t even sure when things started feeling… like this. But spending time with you always made him happy. Being able to give and get each other’s undivided attention- it made the time you spent with each other feel like a privilege. If he’s being honest, it is a privilege. 

Listening to you and being heard by you, even in silence. Pushing your boundaries, being pushed himself. Being privy to your dark humor (that sometimes has him creasing- the way his brothers make him laugh). Making you laugh. God, making you laugh. He’s not ashamed to say that he wants more of it. What’s it that Matt Healy said? He wanted to be your friend and kiss your neck.

All he knew was that he wasn’t ready for the day to end here. 

So when you turn to him and ask him cheekily if he has a little more time in his schedule for some Wall-E and a bit more of his ‘hippie ice-cream’, his reply is instant, easy. 

“For you? Always.”

[sugarspill]

   alright so i have a couple of fcs that i’d love to play/play against along with too many some plots which will be under the cut !! if you’re interested in any of these plots give this post a lil like & i’ll come to you !!

some of these faces i already have as reserved muses ( they are not on my muse page but will have muse name next to them ! ) but otherwise i would be creating a reserved for you & our thread(s) !! ofc this includes my existing primary & secondary muses !! if you hadn’t guessed already i play female muses only so please do keep that in mind while going through this post, of course i am 1859% down for f/f always bc lbr i don’t have enough of those going on !! as for plots, i have many many many more but i thought i’d put the ones i want The Most on here, i do have a tag & am open to suggestions !!

faceclaims i want to play:

cara delevingne ( ivy rutherford )

barbara palvin

maia mitchell

nicola peltz

alycia debnam carey ( luna richards )

laura harrier

selena gomez ( asena falcon ) 

ana de armas

natalia dyer 

cailin russo

lana del rey ( mila stone’s alt. )

phoebe tonkin

faceclaims i want to play against:

FEMALES

maia mitchell

nicola peltz

madison beer

laura harrier

zendaya

madeline petsch

halston sage

zoey deutch 

selena gomez

hailey baldwin

ana de armas

naomi scott

dua lipa

ariana grande

lili reinhart

shelly hennig

megan fox

lana del rey

maggie lindemann 

alexis ren

cierra ramirez 

taylor hill 

daisy ridley

MALES

harry styles

zayn malik

timothee chalamet

neels visser

mathew daddario

reece king

nick robinson

matt healy

joe keery

dylan o’brien

daniel sharman

jack gilinsky

justin bieber

sebastian stan

ben affleck

ryan reynolds 

theo james

froy gutierrez

shawn mendes

bill skarsgard

g-eazy

dacre montgomery

luke hemmings

PLOTS ( there r tons here, you’ve been warned ! )

‘we’ve been fucking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’

i really want an “i accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and i did wonder when my friend got two cats but i didn’t question it) so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin” au

a fucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival mob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is fucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?

ok but consider this… two (!) men in a relationship looking for a woman to spoil as their sugar baby and have some fun with.

give me a plot with high school sweethearts that ended things ( for no, or whatever reason )  and tried things again during prom but that didn’t end up working either. fast forward to years later and they’re still really good friends that still have feelings for each other. muse a is dating someone new & muse b is about to be engaged to someone that is unbelievably similar to muse a. muse b finds out that muse a still wants them and thinks that maybe it isn’t too late - calling the wedding off while they were supposed to be putting on their shiny little ring. this could go so many ways from here just give me angst !!!

corruption plots !!!!!!

pregnancy plots - planned or unplanned just give me angst and fluff

you snorted coke off my tits and fucked me in the bathroom at a party last weekend and here I am … sitting in the front row of your classroom on the first day of your course … 

plots off of songs ( so many options, just mention it ! )

i rly want a thing where muse a & muse b have been dating for a really long time & they were so in love & just crazy about each other like they were That Couple blah blah blah until one day muse a is sentenced to prison ( for whatever reason ) & god only knew when the two would be together again. upset & in despair, muse b finds comfort in muse a’s best friend, muse c & fast forward to a couple of years later, the two are dating. muse a is finally let out of jail, happy to run into muse b’s arms – they decide to keep it a surprise, showing up unannounced at muse b’s house where they find muse b & muse c being intimate & whatnot. they’re furious, heartbroken & demanding an explanation; what happens from here is open tbh, more angst, poly?? it could go so many ways but pls give me this !!

[sturn-saturn]

hey guys i’m back from a long day. what did i miss??

[girlwsoftsound]

Back Of My Van || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 3,647 Warnings: Smut (lots of fluff too) Summary: Young Matty, who has been ever-so-nervous to tell you he likes you, ends up finding himself situated with you in the back of his van during a party. (loosely based on Sex & Girls) Author’s Note: Got two pretty similar requests for this, so I hope you all like it! Please feel free to send more requests here! Enjoy! 

You looked gorgeous.

That was the first thing that crossed Matty’s mind as he stared at you across the room. You were both at a party, some shitshow planned by a kid in Matty’s neighborhood with rich parents who liked to leave for the weekends and could care less what their child got up to in their absence. Alcohol and drugs were everywhere it seemed. Having gotten high earlier in the day, Matty had chosen to go about this night with drinks. Being the eighteen year old he was, he thought getting hammered after a long day of weed sounded like a successful day. Seeing you across the room seemed to sober his hazy head.

You were beautiful, stunning in a pair of red skinny jeans and a black lace-trimmed shirt. You were sipping something from a red solo cup beside a few other girls, they all paling in comparison. He had seen you around before. You liked to hang out with your little group of friends outside of school, looking cool yet never really getting into any trouble. Matty thought you proper fit for it. He had always wanted to speak to you, but never had the chance to, nor the confidence. Sitting at this party, already tipsy, he felt like he had the chance. Taking a swig of the beer he held, he got up from his seat and made his way over.

Your eyes followed him as he approached. It intimidated Matty. He ventured forward anyway. The girls beside you stared up at him. He cleared his throat to get your full attention.

“Excuse me love,” he said, voice coming out slightly slurred, “but I was wonderin’...would you care to join me outside?”

You raised your eyebrow. “For what, exactly?”

Matty swallowed hard. “I...well, em...I don’t know, I-”

“Do you have any alcohol?”

He nodded. “I’ve got a pack of beer in my van. Well, my friend’s van. We technically share it.”

Standing up, you walked forward until you were a mere foot away from Matty, his eyes trained on yours. You looked him up and down before your lips turned up in a smirk. “Let’s go, then.”

Motivated by the thought of more alcohol to calm his nerves and finally getting to speak to you, Matty took your hand and guided you outside. He brought you up to the van he and George shared, a shabby old thing with some damage telling its age along the metal doors. It was nothing to be impressed at, even Matty knew that. He did not expect you to even have a single positive thought about the old clunker. But, he was rather proud of the back of it, which he brought you over to see. Opening up the doors to the back, he revealed a cleared out flat area in the back with bedding and, like he had mentioned, a pack of beers. You looked it over and snorted.

“Did you two seriously create a shag area in the back of your van?”

Matty’s eyes widened. “No! Bloody hell, we have some decency. We take road trips a lot. You have to take turns sleeping and driving, and you sleep better if you have a proper bed. So, we made one.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sure.”

“Look, I-”

Before he could speak, you had already hopped into the back. He joined you by the time your hand was pulling the first of the beers. A crisp sound filled the air as you opened the can. You sipped it, following it up with a shake of your head.

“It’s warm as hell.”

Matty laughed a bit at that. “What did you expect? It’s sat in my van all day.”

“God, that’s rank.”

“Yet you’re still drinking it,” he noted, smirking. You rolled your eyes, but let him know you there were no hard feelings with a small smile. Throwing the drink back again, you took another swig and grimaced.

“I’m not one to turn down free beer. Though, I’ve had better.”

Matty shrugged, pulling one for himself. “We’ve never prided ourselves on being beer connoisseurs. We’re just in a band.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, “you guys are all in a band. Some of your bandmates are in my classes. Wait a sec, I can get your name right...um...Matthew!”

Smiling, Matty nodded. “Well, you basically got it. I’m usually Matty.”

“And not Matt?”

“There’s loads of Matts out there,” he said, pausing to sip from his beer, “but there aren’t many Mattys. I intend to be one of a kind, love.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. Banter between the two of you continued that way for the next hour and a half. Playful conversation and a battle of wits, twisted around getting to know one another. By the time Matty was on his fourth beer and you on your third, you were chatting like two old friends, comfortable, effortless. There were no boundaries anymore, either. You had taken to resting on Matty, letting him wrap his arm around you and play with your hair at his leisure. You were strangers no more. That included physically.

Alcohol buzzing through his system, Matty looked down at you and kissed the top of your head, the girl he had been scared to talk to for the past month it seemed. Such confidence gave him a headrush, but not one bigger than the one coming after you looked him in the eye and kissed him right back, this time on the lips. It was such an unimagined move for you to make to Matty. He never saw it coming. Hell, he was counting his blessings you didn’t slap him after he kissed you. A kiss right back was a near jackpot. Matty smiled as you pulled away.

“You’re beautiful,” he confessed, searching your eyes. “People should tell you that more often.”

Blushing, you reached down to take his hand into yours. “You’re too sweet.”

“I’m right though,” he continued, resuming messing with your hair. “You’re t-too beautiful not to be told it more.”

“Matty-”

Matty’s lips were on yours again before you could speak another word. The kiss this time was more passionate, more heartfelt, and it left both of you feeling rather dizzy. Matty could barely handle himself. Kissing you was like nothing he had felt before. All the girls he had kissed previously had been more selfish, not letting him really take control, not allowing him to get passionate with them. You...you seemed to fully trust him. You were willing to give back all he dished out. Matty didn’t have to have a clear mind to know that that was special.

There was a moment where all went still in the van. Drinks cast aside, all actions halted. It was as if both of you were taking in the moment, letting the reality of your respective situations hit you. Then, the moment passed, and your lips were on each other again. Eager, hungry, wanting. The headrush Matty had been feeling before now morphed itself into the feeling of a swift blow to his head. He scrambled to keep up, kissing you first on the lips and then, once his liquid courage kicked in, along your chin, and finally the dips in your neck. You let out a gasp when he went to suck at the skin, and it sent a wave of energy through Matty. He tried it again. The same result came his way, to his pleasure. If the beer hadn’t gotten him drunk, the little noises you made surely did.

The kissing quickly turned into a small makeout session in the back of the van. You were already leaned against Matty, so it only took a bit of shifting for Matty to be able to lay you down comfortably against the soft, padded bed of the van. You spent countless minutes like this, hands exploring, mouths interlocked exchanging kisses and muttered pleas, chests rising and falling faster as your movements grew more needy. Both of you felt on top of the world, and neither of you wished to stop. In fact, Matty only wanted to press on. Hesitant yet hopeful, he allowed his hand to travel to the hem of your shirt, inching it slightly underneath to feel the skin it hid.

You pulled back a bit from your kiss, focused on the action. He watched you, waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you never did. You let his hand feel its way up your stomach, all the way until it was gently and hesitantly kneading at your breast. It was a new feeling for you, but you seemed to rather enjoy it. Matty smiled and kissed you deep.

“No one’s touched you like that, have they?”

You shook your head. “Could you tell?”

Matty smirked. “A little. It’s endearing. It’s a shame no one ever has, though. Not like I haven’t been forward all night with you, but you’re damn well fit. I don’t know why every guy hasn’t fallen head-over-heels in love with you.”

“Guess I’ve never met someone who’s seen it that way before,” you nearly whispered against him. His hand was still on you, and it was hard to keep up with both his words and actions at once. You just knew you wanted more of him, more of whatever he was doing to you. The romantic, more complicated words could come later once the inebriation subsided and you were both with your respective wits. Right then, in the back of Matty’s van, you just wanted things to progress. You wanted Matty to make you feel as good as his words implied he wanted to.

Desperate to convey that, you decided to take a leap of faith, a risk. Taking the boy by surprise, you lifted your hips to grind a bit against him. He gasped, and his eyes shifted to yours to give you a look that sent a powerful jolt of heat to your abdomen. Your message was well received. Seconds pass before his lips are on yours again, more needy and more intense. These moments, all too much and too little all at once, become a blur in your mind. You didn’t remember Matty discarding his shirt, or him helping you out of yours. You don’t remember him pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, or you letting out a barely audible moan from one of them causing Matty to grind down on you more, hungry, cautioning you. All you remembered was the look in his eyes, and the overwhelming feeling of how much he seemed to adore every aspect of you. You did not want it to go away.

“Do you have a boyfriend, love?”

The question stopped you in your tracks. Looking into his fiery chocolate brown eyes, you thought for a moment, thought back to the blonde haired boy you had met the day before, the cutie who said nice things and was a fine man. All your thoughts screamed Matty, though. The blonde boy hardly made you feel this way. He hardly was as captivated by you as Matty was, or if he was, he was not conveying it in the same way Matty did. Sure, you had promised the boy dinner, but you were not exactly bound to him. Rather, you didn’t feel as if you were. You hardly wanted to be.  “We...we haven’t made anything official.”

Matty remained quiet, processing your words. His lips then carefully kissed you, as if to ask permission to move forward. You felt in that moment as if one word from you would call his hazy mind off. So, you thought up the one word that could encapsulate all the words you wished to tell him, and all of the emotions you felt in considering the two of them side-by-side. You locked eyes with Matty.

“Stay.”

It was all he needed to hear.

Time moved faster then, or at least your hazy brain felt it to have. Matty’s hips moved more against yours, and his lips became more impassioned, begging against yours for more. You tried your best to keep up. Your mind flew at a mile a minute, distracted by Matty’s now exploring hands feeling every inch of you he could manage. It was not long before he was asking your permission for more, a hand resting at the front clasp of your bra. You nodded and granted it to him, blushing under his gaze as he saw you exposed. He looked at you with a wicked smile, and then suddenly his lips were on the newly exposed skin, peppering it with kisses.

“Matty,” you gasped out, earning his eyes on you as his lips grazed your chest, “how...h-how many girls have you...you know…”

“Three,” he replied. “First was older. The others were my age.”

Nodding, you kept watch on his lips on you. “Were any of them...inexperienced?”

He paused. “If you’re askin’ me if any were virgins, the answer’s no.”

You bit your lip. “That doesn’t bother you, does it? F-For me?”

“If you’re thinkin’ you can’t be what I need because you’ve never done this before,” he spoke, calculated, “then you’re wrong. You’re all I need, {Y/N}. Honest.”

“But I’m only seventeen, you’ve only dated girls your age, how could I-”

Matty silenced you with a kiss. “I’m honest. Don’t think about them. Right now, you’re all I’m thinking about. It’ll be okay.”

You watched Matty, his eyes full of adoration. He kissed you and then made his way back down your body, kissing you all over until he found himself at your skinny jeans. He looked to you for permission. Your calm and cool persona slipping, you nodded hesitantly. It did not go unnoticed by Matty.

“Relax,” he spoke, soft and sweet, “it’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t hurt you.”

“Sorry, I just-”

“Shush,” he said, unbuttoning your jeans. “No apologies. You are beautiful. Trust me.”

With that, you let Matty work your skinny jeans down your legs and toss them to the side. He kissed along your hips before, rather bluntly, pressing one through your underwear. It sent a chill down your spine. Matty smirked, pleased. He kissed over it a few more times, and then looked for permission to remove the garment altogether. You paused, but then nodded. They were gone soon after, leaving Matty to look at you fully. He gave one whisper of ‘beautiful’ before going to work on you.

It started with kisses to your lips and neck, getting you back in a relaxed state of mind. Once you were comfortable there, Matty worked his way down and, when he felt you were calm enough, carefully touched your core, trailing on your clit for a short while and then allowing his finger to enter you. His eyes did not leave your as he did this, and you were glad for it. Something in his eyes was calming, but also intensely attractive. It was exactly what you needed. Your hands in his hair was exactly what he needed, as well. Their addition encouraged him to play with your clit more. It was a win-win as far as you were concerned.

As soon as Matty felt you were used to his finger and its movement, he decided to add another. The feeling was slightly uncomfortable at first, but Matty helped any discomfort leave you with the peppered kisses he gave you along your body, and whispered encouragements. Before you knew it, you were writhing under the pleasure from them, gasping and clutching the sheets around you. Matty let this go on until he noticed you starting to mumble out incoherent words. That was his cue, he remembered. You were close. You were ready.

Shimied out of his own jeans, Matty reached into their pockets until he found his wallet. He snatched out a condom from it and put it on, stroking himself a few times until he was comfortable. When he looked back at you, he giggled, full out giggled, at the look on your face. You were wide-eyed.

“Love, are you okay?”

You nodded, turning to hide your face in your hands. Matty shook his head, pushing your hands away. He gently brought you to look at him with a finger to your chin.

“Just breathe. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

“Go slow, yeah?”

Matty smiled. “Of course.”

Taking your hand, Matty positioned himself at your entrance. He looked to you for reassurance that you wanted to continue, which you gave him along with a squeeze of his hand. He followed your lead carefully, entering you and watching your reaction on his face. A slight twinge of discomfort hit you, but it soon passed. The same feeling came and went until Matty was fully in you. He leaned down to kiss you before pulling out and testing out a thrust. Both of you moaned at it, earning giggles on either side.

A few more test thrusts came your way, and then Matty grew satisfied with your comfort enough to start up a pace. It was slow at first, more cautious than anything, but over time as you started to grow more used to the feeling and communicated it to him, he picked it up. Each moan, each movement, gave Matty the courage to give in more to what you were giving him. In no time, the van was rocking from your pace. The motion did not subside at all when you began to rock back against Matty’s thrusts. The van also did not grow any quieter, as Matty began to grunt with each move. You were sure he was going to be done for when suddenly he pulled out, leaving you empty and longing.

“Scoot over,” he told you, gently tapping at your leg, “and get on top of me.”

His words hung unanswered in the air as your brain tried to process them. One more tap to your leg and a kiss to your lips brings you out of your thoughts. You roll over and do as Matty asked, sitting on his abdomen once he was comfortable enough on his back. He stroked himself for a second before softly telling you, asking you, to ride him. You locked eyes with him and did as told. Both of you moaned at the new feeling the position brought you. You didn’t expect the feelings it would bring  to be so intense. Matty ran his hand through your hair, smiling.

“Love, you should move.”

Blushing, you gave Matty a nod and did like he said. It took you a bit to get this move down. You had barely an idea what you were supposed to do first off, and secondly despite your bad girl appearance, you had no experience of how it was supposed to look. You did not know if you were doing anything right, and it terrified you. But then, Matty let out a most glorious moan as you came down sort of hard on him, his eyes shutting tight at the feeling, and it hit you. That was what you needed to be doing. Smirking, you tried it again. Matty gasped, his eyes opening dark and lustful at you.

“Y-You’re dangerous.”

You smiled. “Am I, now?”

“If you keep that up, yeah,” he drawled. His hands grabbed at your hips, pressing you down on him. He looked so incredibly gorgeous when falling apart. You rode him for a bit like that, eliciting moans and letting him dig his fingers into your hips. But then, Matty gasped and started to meet you on your way down, and a whole new feeling washed over you. Every move you made was met with a sharp thrust, and no more was Matty the only voice that filled the van. Both of you sat gasping and muttering cut-off words to each other, covering the sound of skin hitting skin. As if the feelings weren’t hard enough to handle, Matty began to rub at your clit.

It left you a mess.

He picked up his pace, giving you no chance to rest. An intense feeling pooled within you, leaving you speechless and gasping with every thrust. You ground against him to meet his thrusts at that point, and for whatever reason, one particular thrust of his sends you over the edge. Gasping, you let out a drawn-out moan, practically falling against Matty from the intensity of it. It drives Matty wild. He continues to thrust into you, sloppy and rushed, until he too let out his own moan. You waited until his movements stilled inside you to carefully get off of him and move to kiss him tenderly. He met your lips sloppy yet so, so full of adoration. A beautiful smile met your eyes.

“I like you.”

Grinning, you reached to push his curls out of his face. “Do you, now?”

He nodded, eyes growing lazy. “Took me alcohol and feeling on top of the world to be able to admit it, but yeah. I’ve liked you for a while, {Y/N}. I’ve just been so scared to tell you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Scared you’d say you didn’t.”

You kissed him. “How could I?”

“You’ve got that other guy.”

“Who am I with tonight, Matty?”

“Me, but-”

“There’s your answer,” you told him, winking. “No need to think anymore past it. I like you too, Matty.”

A big smile crossed his face. “And that’s not the alcohol talking, yeah?”

Giggling, you nodded. “I swear.”

“I’m not dreaming?”

“Nope silly,” you said, “it’s the truth. I really do like you.”

“Say it again.”

You laughed and pushed at Matty’s chest. “You’re an absolute nerd.”

Matty smirked. “Say it again, love.”

“Ugh fine,” you said with a kiss. “I like you, Matty Healy.”

Grinning, he pulled you in for another kiss.

“I like you too, {Y/N}. And I’m glad I finally said it.”