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i love it when love interests in shows/movies end up dating irl. There’s something so sweet about it I can’t explain. Imagine a Matt x reader who started dating after starring together in Doctor Who and the fans just loving it.

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Pose

Matt Smith x reader

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The Doctor Who set buzzed with energy. Cast and crew darted about, readying for the next scene. Y/N stood off to the side, wearing her costume—just one of many extras for a crowd scene. Her heart pounded as she glanced across the set at Matt Smith, the Doctor himself, who was cracking jokes with Karen Gillan.

She was young, new to the industry, and still trying to find her footing. Watching Matt’s charisma light up the room, she admired how effortlessly he commanded attention. But that’s all it was—a distant admiration. He was leagues above her, both in fame and experience. And besides, he probably didn’t even know she existed.

She spent the day filming her brief scenes, staying out of the way, and sneaking glances at Matt when she could. She noticed the way he treated the crew with kindness, his infectious laugh, and the subtle glint of mischief in his eyes. She couldn’t help but feel a small pang of regret when the day wrapped up, and she hadn’t had the nerve to introduce herself.

“Maybe someday,” she whispered to herself as she left the set, clutching her small piece of experience as a budding actor.

Years Later: House of the Dragon Set

The grand halls of the House of the Dragon set were a world apart from her days as an extra on Doctor Who. Y/N had grown as an actress, carving out her own name in the industry. She wasn’t a lead, but she wasn’t invisible anymore, either.

And then there was Matt.

She spotted him during the first table read, his presence unmistakable. Now older, more refined, and undeniably handsome, he still carried that same charm she’d admired years ago. Except this time, things were different—this time, he noticed her.

It started small. Casual conversations during breaks, shared laughs over long shooting days. He was always hovering nearby, stealing glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. Y/N could feel the shift—his interest wasn’t just friendly.

“Have we worked together before?” Matt asked one day as they stood waiting for their next scene.

Y/N smirked, deciding to play coy. “Maybe. A long time ago.”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Matt found himself captivated—not just by her beauty but by her wit and the quiet confidence she carried. There was something familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t until weeks later, during a casual chat with one of the crew, that the truth clicked.

“You were on Doctor Who, weren’t you?” he asked her later, a grin spreading across his face.

“Good memory,” she replied, laughing. “I was just an extra. You wouldn’t have noticed me.”

“Noticed you?” He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. “Y/N, I’ve been noticing you every day since we started this.”

Her heart raced, and she tried to suppress the blush creeping up her neck. The Matt Smith she had admired from afar all those years ago was now standing in front of her, openly admitting his interest.

From that day forward, their connection only deepened. Matt was smitten—hook, line, and sinker. He found himself seeking her out constantly, offering to run lines together, lingering in conversations just to keep her close.

And Y/N? She couldn’t quite believe how life had come full circle. What started as a fleeting crush on a set years ago had blossomed into something real, something tangible.

Sometimes, when they were alone, Matt would tease her about those early days. “You should’ve said something back then,” he’d say with a playful smirk.

“I was a kid,” she’d retort, rolling her eyes. “And you were busy being the big, famous Doctor.”

He’d laugh, pulling her close. “Well, I’m glad we got here eventually. Better late than never, right?”

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the streets of London as Matt and Y/N strolled hand-in-hand, both trying to make the most of a rare day off together. They were casually dressed—Matt in a fitted black t-shirt, jeans, and his signature boots, and Y/N in a sundress with a denim jacket draped over her shoulders. They looked every bit like a picture-perfect couple, but neither anticipated the storm they were about to cause online.

As they walked out of a cozy café, Matt holding the door for Y/N with an easy smile, the unmistakable sound of camera shutters echoed across the street. Matt’s smile faltered briefly, realizing they’d been spotted. Y/N instinctively squeezed his hand, glancing toward the source of the commotion.

Three paparazzi were camped out on the opposite corner, cameras clicking away like machine guns.

“Smile or run?” Y/N whispered, half-joking.

Matt chuckled under his breath. “Pose.”

He leaned down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on Y/N’s temple as they continued walking, acting completely unbothered. If anything, he looked amused by the attention, his free hand stuffed casually in his pocket. Y/N tilted her head toward him, a warm laugh escaping her lips—making the scene look even more natural and intimate.

By the time they reached the corner, Matt turned toward one of the photographers with a mock stern expression. “You got enough, mate?” he called out, making Y/N stifle a laugh.

The photographers didn’t respond, but their lenses stayed fixed on the couple until they disappeared around the corner.

Later That Evening

The photos hit Twitter and Instagram like wildfire, trending within hours. Fans had been quick to analyze every single frame.

One photo in particular set the internet ablaze: Matt mid-kiss on Y/N’s temple, her eyes closed with a soft smile. The hashtag #MattSmithAndY/N began trending, with fans losing their collective minds.

Fan Tweets:

“OH MY GOD THIS IS A ROM-COM IN THE MAKING!!! LOOK AT THEM 😭❤️”

“He’s so boyfriend-coded it hurts. The way he looks at her? I’m deceased.”

“Y/N is LIVING MY DREAM. HANDS OFF, SIS, I SAW HIM FIRST.”

“Matt Smith, you’ve been crowned the King of Gentle PDA.”

“Them just casually being THE most attractive couple ever? I’m not okay.”

Instagram fan accounts weren’t far behind, posting collages of the pictures and captioning them with things like:

“Matt and Y/N being adorable AGAIN—this man stays winning.”

“Not to be dramatic, but I would die for their love.”

“What’s it like being the sun and moon of someone’s life?? Asking for a friend.”

That night, Y/N lay sprawled across their couch, her phone buzzing with notifications. “Matt,” she called out, trying to suppress her laughter.

He wandered in from the kitchen, a tea mug in hand. “What’s so funny?”

She held up her phone, showing him one of the memes.

Matt leaned over, squinting at the screen. “Is that… Is that me?”

“Yes,” Y/N said, laughing as she scrolled through more tweets. “Apparently, you’re boyfriend-coded now.”

“Boyfriend-coded?” He arched a brow, sitting down beside her.

“It means you’re setting unrealistic standards for all men, Mr. Smith.” She winked, teasing.

Matt chuckled, setting his mug down before pulling her into his lap. “Unrealistic? Darling, I’m just getting started.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across her face. “Well, congratulations. The internet loves you.”

He smirked, his arms tightening around her. “They’re not the ones I’m trying to impress.”

That night, after the paparazzi pictures had gone viral, Y/N found herself scrolling through TikTok, unable to resist the rabbit hole of edits that had already flooded the app. She lay on the couch, earbuds in, her phone screen lighting up her amused face. The edits ranged from sweet—slow-motion clips of Matt smiling paired with romantic music—to downright thirsty.

She came across one that stopped her dead in her tracks: a perfectly timed montage of Matt as Daemon Targaryen with Sabrina Carpenter’s “Bed chem” playing in the background. It was cut to perfection, highlighting every cocky smirk, intense glare, and swagger-filled moment from House of the Dragon.

Y/N bit her lip, stifling a laugh as the caption read: “You’re telling me she gets to go home to THIS every night??? God has favourites.”

Unbeknownst to her, Matt had just walked into the living room, holding two glasses of wine. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her utterly engrossed in her phone, oblivious to his presence. Curious, he stepped closer, quietly setting the glasses down on the coffee table.

He leaned over the back of the couch, peering at her screen. It took him all of two seconds to figure out what she was watching. His own face filled the frame in a particularly intense Daemon clip, and the accompanying song lyrics weren’t helping.

“Really, darling?” Matt’s deep voice startled her.

Y/N yelped, nearly tossing her phone in panic. “Oh my god, Matt! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He smirked, leaning casually against the couch, arms folded. “You were watching edits of me?”

“No!” she said quickly, though her burning cheeks betrayed her. She shoved her phone under a cushion like a guilty teenager.

Matt cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I saw the whole thing, love. That was Daemon.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, this is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” he teased, rounding the couch to sit beside her. “I think it’s rather flattering.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” she muttered, still hiding behind her hands.

Matt gently pried her hands away, his grin playful. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to live rent-free in someone’s mind. But now I see—it’s you I’ve been occupying.”

Y/N swatted his chest. “Shut up!”

He laughed, pulling her into his arms. “No need to be shy, darling. Next time, just ask, and I’ll recreate the scenes for you in person.”

Y/N groaned again, but she couldn’t help but laugh as he planted a dramatic kiss on her temple. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Matt said, smirking as he grabbed the remote, “you’re still stuck with me. Now, should we make this official and watch House of the Dragon together?”

“Absolutely not,” Y/N said, grabbing the wine glasses and handing him one. “I think you’ve been admired enough for one night.”

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xx-dinah-writing-xx · 1 month ago

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A Lazy Morning with Matt

Matt Smith x Reader

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She stirred slightly, the bed shifting as she became aware of the weight and warmth next to her. Matt was still asleep, his face relaxed, with one arm draped lazily across her waist. His chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, his breath soft against the side of her neck. His tousled hair was a delightful mess, strands sticking up in all directions from tossing and turning in the night. He looked peaceful, more relaxed than he ever did when they were out in the world, surrounded by cameras, fans, and the hectic life of an actor. Here, he was just Matt—her Matt.

Y/N shifted a little, careful not to wake him, but her movement must have stirred him because she felt him stretch beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as he murmured something incoherent into her hair.

“Hmm?” Y/N smiled, her voice still groggy from sleep.

Matt’s voice was a low, husky whisper, thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

Y/N glanced over at the small clock on the bedside table, blinking against the soft light of the morning. “A little after nine,” she whispered, turning back to him.

Matt groaned quietly, but it wasn’t the sound of annoyance. It was more of a satisfied noise, like he had all the time in the world to enjoy being in bed with her. “Too early,” he mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

Y/N laughed softly, running her fingers through his messy hair, enjoying the simple act of being close to him. “We could sleep in a bit longer.”

“Or,” Matt said, his voice still muffled against her neck, “we could just stay here all day. Forget the world. Just you, me, and the blankets.”

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his back. “Tempting offer. But I think we’ll have to move at some point. You know, food, shower, basic survival.”

He lifted his head just enough to peer at her with one eye open, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “I suppose. But we can delay that for a while, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, her voice soft as she leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I think we’ve earned a lazy morning.”

Matt hummed contentedly, settling back down, his body molding perfectly against hers. It was moments like this that Y/N treasured the most—the quiet, intimate moments where it felt like they were in their own little bubble, away from the chaos of the outside world. No scripts, no cameras, no lines to memorize or scenes to shoot. Just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the occasional rustle of the blankets as they shifted slightly, and the distant noise of the city waking up outside. London had its charm, but it could be overwhelming sometimes, especially with the constant demands of Matt’s career. But here, in their bed, none of that mattered. Here, it was just the two of them, wrapped up in warmth and comfort.

Y/N shifted slightly, rolling over to face Matt fully. He had his eyes closed again, but there was a lazy smile on his lips, as if he knew she was watching him.

“You’re staring,” Matt mumbled, his voice teasing.

“Can’t help it,” Y/N replied, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re pretty cute when you’re half asleep.”

Matt cracked one eye open, giving her a look of mock offense. “Only half asleep? I’m pretty cute all the time, love.”

Y/N laughed, her heart swelling with affection for him. “Alright, you’re right. You’re devastatingly handsome even when you’re snoring.”

“I don’t snore,” Matt shot back, though the grin on his face told her he knew she was teasing.

“Oh, you definitely do,” Y/N teased, nudging him playfully.

Matt chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest as he shifted onto his back, pulling Y/N with him so she was resting against his chest. “You’re full of it,” he murmured, his fingers absentmindedly running through her hair.

They lay like that for a while, content to just be close, listening to each other’s heartbeat, their bodies tangled up in the soft sheets. Y/N could hear the faint sounds of the world waking up outside—the distant rumble of traffic, the occasional honk of a horn, the murmur of voices from the street below. But all of that felt far away, like it belonged to another world. Here, in their little cocoon of blankets and warmth, it was just the two of them.

“I love mornings like this,” Y/N said softly, her fingers tracing the outline of Matt’s collarbone as she spoke.

“Me too,” Matt replied, his voice equally soft. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. “I wish we had more of them.”

“We will,” Y/N said, her voice filled with quiet certainty. “We’ll make time for them.”

Matt smiled, his hand resting gently on the small of her back. “I like the sound of that.”

They fell into a comfortable silence again, the kind that only comes from knowing someone so well that words aren’t always necessary. Y/N could feel the steady rise and fall of Matt’s chest beneath her, the rhythmic beating of his heart a soothing lullaby that made her feel safe and content.

After a while, Matt’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, lifting her head to look at him. “I think someone’s hungry.”

Matt grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that would be me. But I still don’t want to move.”

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. “How about I go make us something? We could have breakfast in bed.”

Matt’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, a playful glint in his gaze. “Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me now.”

“Consider it a reward for being so cute,” Y/N teased, slipping out from under the blankets.

Matt reached out, grabbing her hand before she could fully get up. “Don’t be gone too long.”

Y/N smiled down at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll be quick, promise.”

She padded softly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the cool tiles beneath her feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. The kitchen was small but cozy, with its light wood cabinets and open shelving filled with mugs, plates, and the occasional plant. It was one of Y/N’s favorite rooms in their flat, filled with memories of late-night tea, shared meals, and lazy mornings like this.

She quickly set about making breakfast, deciding on something simple—scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. As she worked, she could hear Matt moving around in the bedroom, probably rearranging the pillows and blankets to create the perfect nest for their breakfast.

After a few minutes, she loaded everything onto a tray—two steaming mugs of coffee, plates of eggs and toast, and a bowl of mixed berries—and made her way back to the bedroom.

Matt’s face lit up when he saw her, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I do,” Y/N replied with a grin, carefully setting the tray down on the bed. “Now, dig in before it gets cold.”

They sat together, nestled in the blankets, sharing the simple meal and enjoying the quiet. Every now and then, Matt would steal a berry from Y/N’s plate, and she would pretend to scold him, but they both knew she didn’t really mind. It was all part of the playful rhythm they’d fallen into over the years, a routine that felt as natural as breathing.

After breakfast, they lay back down, their plates set aside, and Matt pulled Y/N back into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the warmth of the morning sunlight.

“I could stay like this forever,” Matt murmured, his voice sleepy but content.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, resting her head on his chest once more. “Me too.”

And for that morning, at least, the world outside faded away. It was just them, wrapped up in each other, savoring the simple joy of being together—no rush, no distractions. Just love, warmth, and the quiet intimacy of a lazy morning in London.

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