#young belldom

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Old Golden (mostly BellDom) stuff I had in one of my hard disks (3)

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I bet those flowers are from Matt <3 <3

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[incorrectmusequotes]

Dom: Am I the only one here who's straight?

Matt: Dom, I've seen the way you look at me. You're not that straight.

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I love 1:00. Matt tries to murder Dom and then just stands there staring from the other side of the drum kit for a moment.

Also I just like pretty much the whole video because it shows a lot of when they were young and how Matt was such a loveable skinny asshole.

Oooh I love 7:15. Just.. good stuff.

At 7:22, when Matt’s lying in his stomach, he’s definetely the one singing the background music, but I’ve never heard it before. Is it a cover??

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside | Ten

spinoff 

summary: your eyes are like starlight now

words: 2.5k+

category: break down the wall extension, prince!ten, arranged marriage au, you should read break down the wall before you read this but i won’t make you

notes: belldom is a made up holiday in the bdtw universe. most of it is explained in the story. Also this kind of sucks but also i really like it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Belldom is three days away, and the entire castle is on lockdown. 

Not because of any immediate danger. Not really. It’s just that the ceremonial bells have been broken, and it’s all your fault. You and Ten, who decided that it would be fun to see just how hard you could ring the bells made of literal sea glass.

“It’s their fault for letting us around them, anyway,” Ten mutters while your parents chide the two of you.

“We let you in there to practice your speech!” Ten’s mother says, pointing a finger at her son. “Not see how loud you could ring the bells.”

“We weren’t checking the volume,” you assure her. “We weren’t even messing with the bells.”

“Yeah,” Ten bumps his shoulder against yours in some kind of silent comradery. “They broke because I threw an apple at her, and I missed.”

“The apples from the kitchen?” Your mother pales just as Ten’s father shouts, “You threw an apple at your wife?”

“A very small one,” Ten says, squishing his thumb and forefinger together. 

“Yeah,” you dig into your skirt pocket and bring out another – broken up – fruit. “I threw a pear.”

Pear juice drips down your wrist, and you can feel the stickiness begin to seep down into your dress. Your special, tailor-made dress perfected for the ceremony. 

“I liked the two of you when you weren’t a tag team of hellions,” your mother mutters, not much bite in her tone. “Go wash up, and you better find some replacement bells before Belldom, or you two are going to have to break it to the kingdom.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Ten giggles. He bows, pulling you down into curtsie, despite your reluctance.

When the two of you exit the castle on foot, ignoring the bodyguards that walk only twenty feet behind you, Ten grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. “At least we get the day to ourselves, now.”

You agree, though it’s a bit hard to voice anything right now. This winter has been absolutely brutal. Frost covers the windowpanes of the village shops. Jingle bells, cowbells, and handbells are set out or strung up in celebration of the musical holiday arriving soon. With every gust of wind, a bell chimes, and it sets off a sort of chain reaction, as people begin to laugh along to the merry sound.

It’s been a while since you and Ten visited the village, simply because of too many duties in the castle. This year preparations for a coronation will start, and before the year is over, Ten will be the new king, while you will be the reigning queen. This is the last Belldom that the two of you have any independence away from shouldering the entire kingdom on your backs.

Of course your parents will be around, but the responsibility won’t fall on their shoulders anymore. Soon the safety of the kingdom will be in your hands. That’s terrifying, and perhaps the only reason you and Ten are trying to hold on to what freedom you still have.

Ten’s hand fits warmly in yours. Like a fitted puzzle piece, and you can’t help but remember all the times you used to long for his hand. Now he’s yours, in more than just title and deed. His heart is yours, as yours is his. The thought keeps your heart softened against the bitter cold.

“Where would we even find bells so late into the holiday?” Ten asks, peering into a shop window. “No one’s going to give theirs away now.”

The holiday is more of a traditional contest. It’s a quest to see who has more bells in their possession. To taper down any greed that might arise, there are only a certain amount of bells in the entire kingdom. Additionally, bells are the only goods in the kingdom not transferable by money. One must trade one of their own goods for a bell throughout the year, and whoever has the most at the end of the year receives a prize.

Not only does it encourage fun throughout the land, it’s also a way to afford stuff when money is tight. Bells are their own currency, a playful and lyrical one.

You haven’t brought any goods to trade. Not proper gifts, anyway.

After washing up, your tailor refused to let you out in anything else that might get ruined, so you had to settle for cotton trousers and one of Ten’s shirts. Ten’s style mimics yours, meaning the two of you forwent any additional accessories. Not even a watch adorns Ten’s wrist, so the two of you play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors to see who must give up their cloak.

-

All of this is backstory, of course, for the now. The now being, Belldom is two days away, and Ten is sick in bed with a cold, brought on by the chill of the village. 

But, he successfully got a bell, which is being painted in the royal artist’s chambers right now. 

Ten has the thick covers tucked under his chin to keep the chill off of his body (no doubt still just in his shorts and an unbuttoned nightshirt.) The fan overhead still whirs at high speed, and the fire is fully stoked, leaving you to stand in the middle of the room in a confused daze. “Ten, love, are you cold or hot?”

“I’m bored,” Ten whines. He twiddles his thumbs over the covers and looks pointedly at you.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and kiss your husband’s forehead. “Don’t make me feel bad for winning rock-paper-scissors fair and square.”

“I still think you cheated,” Ten says childishly. His eyes shine up at you, a bit glossy from his cold. But still, the blackwood color comforts you.

You rake your fingers through his hair, heart swelling at the way he preens beneath your touch. “I have to go prepare for Belldom. I’m days behind, and my mother is going to kill me.”

“Aren’t the holidays about spending time with your family?” Ten holds your hands between his and bats his eyelashes sweetly at you. “Namely, me: your darling husband?”

“Oh, you’re something,” you say, standing up. “I wouldn’t call it darling.”

Ten truly looks pitiful, laid up in bed so close to his favorite holiday. At this rate, you’re sure he’ll miss the start of the festival tomorrow. There, dancers will perform and artists will commission their art. It’s a place where Ten can simply be, and you’re happy to sit back and watch. It’s when Ten can find a fellow artist with a similar style and trade tips. It’s where he can find a few dancers and tell them that they’re better than he is.

It’s the time of the year where you fall in love with Ten just a bit more.

But you really can’t stay. “Ten, I have to go help set up booths at the festival.”

“It’s too cold out there,” Ten says. He brings your hand to his hot forehead, as if to prove a point. “You might die.”

“You’re far too dramatic.” You gift Ten with another kiss atop his head, wishing you could kiss his lips. However, two sick monarchs on a holiday isn’t quite the image you would like to put forward. “If you don’t want me to go outside, I’ll stay in and help bake the apple-pear pies. That’s only fair, right? Since we stole some of theirs ingredients?”

“We gave them back,” Ten mumbles.

“Yeah, all mushy and gross!” You stand up, “I’ll come back, alright love? Just focus on getting better.”

-

Ten spends the rest of the day holed up in his room, sketching as many memories as he can before the colors of the pastels begin to blur together. He opts for lying on his back, gaze focused up at the canopy above the bed. He studies the embroidered flowers, picking out his favorite shades and designs.

Finally, he groans in defeat. “Guards! Come quick! It’s an emergency!”

He waits. No one. Then, after a good ten minutes, you open the door. “Ten, the guards know by now that when it’s an emergency, you just want to see me.”

You look really beautiful. Ten knows you would deny it if he said it out loud, so for now he tucks the thought away. “I missed you,” he says instead. “Can you please stay with me?”

You close your fists over your hips and try to blow a stray lock of hair out of your face. Ten knows you aren’t upset by the way you keep walking towards him.

You finally sit beside him on the bed. Your hands are freezing when you sneak them under his shirt, and Ten lets out an involuntary curse. “Sorry,” you say, “but if I’m gonna stay in here, you’re going to warm me up.”

“Oh?” Ten smirks down at you.

“Not like that!” You slap his chest. “You’re sick.”

Ten laughs giddily, catching the rosy tint across your face, and they way your nose is running just slightly from the drastic change in temperature between here and outside. He knows he’s too sick, and you’re too busy, but moments like this feel more intimate than anything else. He likes seeing you completely comfortable around him, like you feel one hundred percent safe with him. “What if I wasn’t sick?” He teases you further, liking when you bury your face into his chest in protest.

“Maybe then,” you stick your tongue out at him before burying your face back into his chest. 

-

The Belldom festival is in full swing, and Ten is allowed to go if he wears a mask and agrees to be back into the castle by noon.

This news makes you happy, because you get to walk hand in hand with him through the streets of your beloved joint kingdom, now one. 

Ten passes by a booth where a young girl is painting her bells and trading them for food. 

She’s clearly the only one providing for her family. You can tell in the way she’s selling her art on the only canvas she has; which seem to be a huge collection of bells. You can tell in the way she trades them for barely a meal’s worth of barley.

“Ten,” you nudge his arm.

“I see her,” Ten says, and you are reminded that the two of you often think in tandem. 

She’s clearly the only person here struggling, as far as you can tell, and she’s being passed by. But you see her, and Ten sees her, and maybe that’s enough.

“Hey, Love,” Ten approaches her slowly, aware that his mask is obstructing his face. “This is my wife, Y/n, and I’m Ten. Could we hang out with you for a bit?”

The girl looks at you, her brown eyes aflame with recognition. “You’re... you’re the princess. And the prince. I’m- I’m sorry,” she stands up and takes a clumsy bow. “I’m Cass.”

“Hi, Cass,” you grasp her hands and pull her up. “None of that. We just want to hang out.”

“I paint too!” Ten days brightly. He picks up a handbell, painted with lavender and baby pink hues. “This is really beautiful! Where do you get such pigmented paints?”

Cass closes in on herself. The dark shadows beneath her eyes are prominent. “I make them myself.”

“What?” Ten takes a seat in the spare chair outside of the booth and leans in closer, always the invader of personal space. “You can make your own paints? How?”

“I gather different berries and plants to make dyes,” Cass says, voice growing more confident once she notices that Ten is impressed. “Then I mix in a few oils to keep the color fresh. I’m not really sure how the science works, but my dad taught me when I was little, and I’ve remembered it ever since.”

“Your dad sounds cool,” Ten comments. He brushes across a cowbell with his fingertips.

“He’s sick,” Cass says. “Not like you. This is a sick that doesn’t have any medicine. No cure. My mother is so upset about it that she hasn’t been out of bed in weeks. My little brother needs food, and since I’m too young to get an apprenticeship, I’m trading in my bells.”

“You sure do have a lot of them,” you say, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room. You catch Ten’s eyes and he nods subtly. “Would you like to keep them?”

“I can’t, Your Highness. I just said–“

“You know, I really need some new paints,” Ten says. “How about I get you a license to sell your paints? I’ll pay you to send me a new case of paints each month. You can provide for your family and keep you bells for the contest.”

You and Ten know the bells aren’t meant to be traded for livelihood. They’re a type of currency, sure, but they certainly are not supposed to be the only currency a family has. 

“That’s too much for a few paints,” Cass says. She tugs on a coil of her dark hair.

Ten leans against the table. “I don’t know. Think about it. You still go to school, so that’s half of your day. Then you have to go into the forest and find the ingredients, which is all dependent on nature. After that, you have to make all the paints, which probably takes a lot of your free time.”

Cass bites her lip and smiles at you. “Is he serious?”

“Of course, he is, love.” You reach out to poke Cass’ cheek. When she giggles, you feel a flood of pain at the thought of her having to take care of her brother by herself. “Can you write down your address for me? I’ll send the royal healer to check on your father and see if there’s something he can do. He might have a special brew that can make your mother a bit happier, as well.”

Cass smiles. “Thank you, so much. Do you guys want to come over for dinner tonight? I know you’re busy, but I’m making pie for the first time ever. It might not be good but–“

“We’d love to,” Ten cuts in, smiling. “We have a fun game to play with the apple and pear cores, too.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “It’s called ‘Try Not To Break The Bells’.”

-

“That was fun.” You snuggle into the covers, liking the way they smell fresh and washed. “Cass has a lovely family.”

You remember the smile on her mother’s face when Cass told her about the healer. You remember how fun it was to make a pie with Cass. You remember the way Ten picked up Cass’ little brother and spun him around the room. “I love you,” you say. 

“Are you just saying that because I held a baby today?” Ten’s tone is teasing once again, but when he turns to face you, his eyes seem to sparkle with joy. “I love you, too.”

You snuggle into him, forehead against his bare chest. You wish you could kiss him, but the bell-ringing ceremony is tomorrow and you can’t risk a cold. “I’m glad I got to spend today with you, even if I’m pretty sure I did get frostbite.”

“I told you it was cold outside.”

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Old Golden (mostly BellDom) stuff I had in one of my hard disks (1)

[skywithasliceoflemon]

i am so happy this just happened in my dashboard

so so so so so so happy

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1992, 2000, 2006, 2010, 2013... now... it will last always and forerever awww

Let's just pretend it's 2006 or something. Have some belldom :)

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Old Golden (mostly BellDom) stuff I had in one of my hard disks (2)

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Matt and Dom doing crossowords

Snippet from one of my stories set during their earlier days (don't mind at former brunet/blond, they have blue and orange hair in that story, lol ) Hope it'l make you smile ☺️ * “ 'One of the most popular rock bands in the world '. It has only two letters the first is a U…US!” Matt thought aloud, writing the definition of the crossword.

"Except that if anything it would be 'WE'… damn, Matt, there’s a bit of megalomania, huh? I mean, of course that would be the right answer, if only someone knew about us!” chuckled Dom.

“But… phew, those are details!” the former brunet shrugged.

"I think the correct definition is 'U2' argued the former blond.

“I know, but I won't change it anyway!” persisted the other, laughing and making his mate laugh too.

“By the way, we have to buy tickets for their concert.” Dominic reminded him.

"Right. For now we are limited to the mere role of spectators, but trust me, one day you'll see, we will play with them, together on the same stage.” Daydreamed the singer.

"Sure, sure, Matt, you're always sooo exaggerated!" Dom chuckled skeptically, before noticing that his boyfriend seemed to be way too thoughtful. “What’s wrong?” “Huh? Nothing, hun, I was just thinking… ‘Megalomania�� would be such a cool title for one of our songs!” grinned Matt. *

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Bells' secret diary 2/7

Teignmouth, My house, 2nd april 1992

Hello, Diary, I'm back,

I have so much to tell you and it is true that I should go in order…

No, i can't

I'M OFFICIALLY IN A BAAAAAANNNNDD WOOAAAHHHH!!!! I couldn't wait to tell you ... write it to you .. in short, let you know!

I left you at yesterday afternoon, when against all the most adverse forecasts I managed to tidy my bedroom for real.

And when the bell rang shortly after, I had to maintain a certain composure so as not to show I was panting after running to open the door.

It was Dominic. He’s always smiling. And he brought a guitar with him.

Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough to carry him up to my room and my grandmother met him already armed with freshly baked cookies.

“You are my dear Matthew's friend, how nice to meet you!” She smiled at him, extending the plate towards him.

What a bloody debacle! I had exchanged four flipping words with him, only for his extreme courtesy he agreed to come to my house and my grandmother came out with these heavy and too classifying names.

I was one step away from going into the garden, taking the shovel and burying myself alive… but do you want to know what Dominic replied?

“Mrs. Matthew's Grandmother, time will tell. For now I consider myself just a very well received guest and very lucky to have tasted such good biscuits!”

Did I mention that boy is really adorable?

Do you think my grandmother was the greatest danger?

Well, it's because you don't know my mum, who appeared out of nowhere and looked so deeply into Dominic’s eyes as if she wanted to read his soul… and mum is psychic, she knows about this stuff.

"I am pleased to see that my son has decided to broaden his connections, he is always so alone, I always tell him that, however it’s a beautiful thing, guitar and piano cannot be his friends in the physical sense of the word!” If first I wanted to use the shovel to bury myself, after that I wanted to take it and give myself a sharp blow on the head.

Dominic looked at her almost deeper than she had done and then replied: "Mrs Bellamy, ou’re right  to be happy for that, too much solitude is not good for anyone." I mean, do you understand? He didn't walk away, embarrassed, or worse, annoyed, or worse than worst, disgusted.

At least Paul was away from home, so once the obstacles were over, we got to my room..

He said I have a nice room, and he especially liked the posters. I found out that we have a lot of musical tastes in common, but we differ a lot on others.

He has taken  his guitar, I took mine, an acoustic, like his, although I think the electric is more fun. We sat on my bed and he asked me to play him something.

Since we both like Nirvana, I chose 'Come as you are', but without singing it.

He cut me off midway, saying that the chord change was too abrupt, he showed me how it should be done.. and I have to admit that he did it much more harmoniously.

He proposed that we play it together and a beautiful synergy was immediately created, only then I anticipated a chord change, I was too frantic and ruined everything.

However, Dominic wasn’t mad at me  at all for that, he put his guitar on the floor to slide towards me, he placed his hand on mine, on the neck of the guitar and made me understand the exact moment in which the chord needs to be changed.

I didn't expect that contact, it left me a little bewildered and I don't understand why... maybe it was the irrepressible desire I have to perfect myself on the guitar.

After that we tried once more playing it together and this time the synchronicity was perfect.

He complimented me a lot and I gloated like a fool.

Before leaving, he told me he hadn't missed noticing the piano I have downstairs and wanted me to play him something.

Usually I don't do it for anyone but mum, grandma or Paul… instead I sat on the stool, I chose to play the Nocturne 1 in F sharp minor by Rachmaninov and it seemed to me the most natural thing in the world.

And this was yesterday, let's move on to today... because I anticipated it, didn't I? After the lessons, today there was the audition.

I went to the classroom we had agreed on, by then deserted, where Dominic and three other guys were waiting for me, the remaining members of Carnage Mayhem, who however looked more like someone who is doing you a favor by staying there.

But not Dominic, I had his undivided attention.

This time I chose AC/DC with my beloved electric guitar, ready to perform  'Highway to Hell', I connected it to the amplifier and I no longer thought if I was respecting the passage of the chords, if the riffs I chose were too risky, as well as totally improvised; I let myself be totally carried away by the music. And I even sang, I had fun making those screams like a possessed, hahaha.

The three guys - if they didn't bother to learn my name I don't see why I should - gave a sterile micro applause… but Dominic, ooohhh, he was literally excited, he screamed, he cheered me, yes, his hands were worn out from applauding me and then he ran towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Carnage Mayhem do indeed have a new guitarist!” He announced, super smiling. “And also a singer, I might add.” then he only said this to me, in my ear: "And after your performance yesterday afternoon at your house, which was incredible, I can certainly say a pianist, too."

I'm not used to all this attention, to seeing my talent - hell yeah, Diary, at least I don't have to be modest with you, I have an immense fucking talent and it can't remain confined to my room, much less this shit hole town. - recognized, but above all so appreciated.

And as if I didn't fill enough roles already, Dominic left me with a question that's been racking my brain: "Can you even write songs?"

Yes, come on, I think I can do it… or at least I'll try.

Ah, d’ you know he told me I can call him 'Dom'? And I told him he can call me 'Matt'… I don't know, it makes it more confidential, I like it better.

However,Dom is way, way too kind… he must be gay for sure!

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uhmm, Matt, i guess you swapped the last two possibilitiies XDD

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Bells' secret diary 4/7

Thank for reading the previous parts, the cuteness goes on *O* Summary:

What if Matthew kept a secret diary since his very first meeting with Dominic till the birth of Muse and all its consequence? And what if said diary wasn’t just about music?

Summary of the chapter: It's time for Chris to come to play ;P

Teignmouth, The Den, 3rd Jan 1994

I do not know. After all this time, do you still accept that I can call you 'Dear Diary'?

I haven't opened you for almost two years, but I have my reasons. Can you let me explain? I take advantage of this afternoon of unusual sunshine, while I'm in my favorite park with Dom who is here next to me dozing…. and if I had a camera with me I would take a picture of him, he has such a serene expression, he looks like a little angel! But no, no distractions, it's you I have to deal with now.

I had made a pact with myself: I would write you back only when and if I had a definitive idea of stability for my, for our band. About Four, Five and Six (and, mind you, I know their real names, but they don't deserve to be named, that's it!) I was wrong, they stayed with me and Dom for quite a while. As much as I was fond of that name, we all agreed that a new one was needed, maybe less gory. And at the end of that year, Emma, Dom's sister, gave us the idea while I was at their house: Gothic Plague. Medieval, creepy, gloomy… in short, perfect.

And throughout 1993 we went on like this, between trials that mostly skipped because Four, Five or Six had better things to do, constant disagreements between the three of them on one side, Dom and I on the other, because those three never happened to approve one of our ideas, while their ideas was total bullshit to us! And even before the year ended, they abandoned us, one after the other, but it's better that way you know?

By now the rehearsals, the few that we managed to do all together, were 10% made up of music, ours, the remaining 90% of quarrels and moments of high tension... It wasn't a good life.

Dom and I discussed it for a long time, who knows why we stubbornly agreed to be five elements: they are too many! But it's also true that, although the jam sessions between me and Dommeh (I told you I'd find a special way to call him!) are fantastic… we can't be just a duo, we need one more element: a bass player, for accuracy. As you can imagine, we are not the only band of the school, for example there are also Fixed Penalty, who define themselves as post rock.. but in my opinion they won't go very far.

Except that in that band there is one hell of a drummer, as well as with the most difficult surname in the world: Chris Wolstenholme, who’s my same age, just a few months younger.

Dom and I fell in love with him at first sight, in the artistic sense of the word, I mean.

There was only one problem: he's a drummer, dammit, and I already have the best one on the planet! Dom came up with an idea so crazy that maybe it could work: "Let's ask him if he wants to learn to play bass to join our band." And, Dear Diary, you'll never believe me, but that's what we did today after his band rehearsal. We approached him and, I can't believe it, he accepted! Maybe he too didn't believe much in the future of his band.

Chris just asked us for a few days to learn bass and of course we allowed him to take all the time he needs.

I already know that he will be great, I just know it, as I know that he is the third element that will complete us.

Such dedication, such a great spirit of sacrifice, such a remarkable willpower… Enough, I don't need to know anything else, he is our ideal candidate, he has already done a lot for our band even before starting!

And he's such a nice guy, very down to earth, we'll love spending time with him.

Do you want to know if I’ll miss the moments just between me and Dom?

Yes, a lot… but anyway I know that he and I will always find time just for us.

You know, Diary, I've taken you back just as I had left you, that is with Dominic who is always my obsession, I keep thinking about him. I don't know how to disguise it anymore, will he notice my heart-shaped eyes when I look at him?

No, come on, I'm good at masking it… I MUST be good!  

We have become so intimate after all this time… the physical contact between the two of us is now routine, we look into each other's eyes for a long time, without either of us lowering our gaze, we are each other's confessional, we know each other's states of heart, we laugh together in the happy moments and we are strong for each other in the hardest ones.

In short, we are soul mates, without even being together… in the loving sense of the term.  

Even though there are moments when I'm almost certain he's one step away from kissing me, there are others when I'm about to give in and I really want to kiss him.

It's probably just all in my head. He can't reciprocate what I feel, I have to keep it in my heart, double lock it and be satisfied with what he gives me: the most splendid of friendships.  

Even if all I do is get lost in my fantasies: who knows what a kiss from him would be like? He must have such soft lips, I mean, I know they are soft… one day he was drinking a latte and he had some foam left and so I took it off with my thumb… I wanted to do it with my mouth, even better with my tongue .

Who knows how he kisses… he gives me the impression of being impetuous, but at times also very sweet… and in my opinion he is one who caresses a lot, I imagine him taking my face in his hands, or running his fingers through my hair… or as he holds me by the shoulders.. or he squeezes my butt... I'd do it for sure, then I'd bring my pelvis close to his, pressing it, to make him understand how much I'm liking it... and maybe I'd find out that he likes it too.

No, no, Matt, bloody hell, calm down, your jeans are getting a little too tight here! Let's talk about something else... like past birthdays: on his first birthday, in December, since I found out that he likes to draw a lot, I gave him a pad and some colored pencils... and he said that sooner or later he'll want to paint my portrait... I'm still waiting…forget the obscene imagery that runs wild in my mind at the thought!

I'm just saying that the clothes are not included, neither mine nor his.

No, bloody hell, I had to calm down!

Last year, on my birthday, he gave me a beautiful, fiery red acoustic guitar, telling me that even if I've become super good with the electric one, I shouldn't neglect that way of playing either. On the other hand, last month I gave him a new bike, he's such a sportsman.

Of course, the perfect scenario would have been a tandem, me and him going on a trip to the plains of Devon, it would be so romantic…

Then I wrote a song about him, you know?

That is, 'wrote' is a big word. I'm drafting it.

It's about me breaking up with a girl I used to date and realizing that she could never be as good as him.. so far I've only written this and not even very well.. There's still a lot of work to do.

And then I don't even know what music to put it on.. but I imagine something sweet, maybe with that guitar he gave me.

Uh, I have to stop writing to you, I think Dommeh is about to wake up.

I sort of regret not having taken that photo…

Notes:

I hope you'll keep liking this little sweet thing ^^ much more to come, Muse are about to born ;)

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Bells' secret diary 3/7

Thank for reading the previous parts, the cuteness goes on *O* Summary:

What if Matthew kept a secret diary since his very first meeting with Dominic till the birth of Muse and all its consequence? And what if said diary wasn’t just about music? This work participates to the 'FirstApril' challenge of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

Teignmouth, Il Den, 15th June 1992 Hi Diary. yes, I know, I'm terrible, I have started so well that it seemed I had to write to you every day and instead… 

Look, how late I get back to you. But I have my reasons, you know? First I had to clarify what was important to write to you. And, I admit it, I was a bit overwhelmed by events, I lived days so intense that they left me excited, satisfied, but too tired to share them with you.

But now, thanks to this fresh air that can only be breathed in this park where we skipped lessons countless times (and then I didn't tell you, but that fateful day after school it was right here that I asked Dom if he could give me guitar lessons), I felt like picking you up again. Maybe it's also because Dom isn't here, he's gone on a family trip, he does it every now and then, he's very attached to his parents. Unlike me, he has parents who love each other very much, but I'm happy for him. How do I know all this stuff about him? Because since the day of the audition Dom and I have bonded so much. At first we only saw each other for the guitar lessons that he still gives me from time to time, even though he says I've made such remarkable progress that I'll soon be teaching him something. And then for rehearsals with our band, me, him and One, Two, Three, because I told you I wouldn't bother learning their names... and I did right, you know? They left because they weren't motivated enough, they walked out on us without beating about the bush and now we've been rehearsing for a few weeks with Four, Five and Six,… and if I call them that, you already know why.  

But I wasn't talking about them, I've already wasted way too much ink on these pages for them, let's get back to the really important stuff. Dom and I started looking for each other quite frequently: me offering to walk him home from school or vice versa, a movie coming out at the cinema that we both want to see, so we end up going to see it together, me inviting Dom to my place to let him listen to some of my records, him doing the same… and from his grandmother to his sister, I don't know which of that family is the kindest to me,I get a very warm welcome every time, but even in my family  everyone dotes on him, me first, haha. And when we can't see each other physically, we have very long phone calls, talking about anything, even before writing to you he called me, but since he wasn't at his house he had less time to dedicate to me and I understand that. Last month, on May 1st to be precise, after exactly one month of going out, I banished any kind of fear or shyness. I took him aside and told him clearly: 'Dom, I think that now you are my best friend.' There was a moment of silence on his part, as he looked at me seriously in the face and I was already completely desperate, fearing that I had run before I could walk, that I had frightened him in some way.

But then do you know what he did? He smiled at me, hugged me tightly and replied: “Oh, Matteh, if you hadn't said it I would have. You're my best friend too, but I don't think that, I know that for all intents and purposes.” 'Matteh', he had never called me that... I like that he has his own way of calling me, now I want to find one too. So, do you understand, dear Diary? I not only have a regular band, but I also have a best friend, the most special one there could ever be.

And then that hug… something moved inside me… I mean, he and I are very physical, we love contact with each other very much, whether it's to play a joke or when we need some affection… but so close… he had never held me like that before and it was such a beautiful feeling.

Uh, it's true I left you with a nice unfinished business… would I be able to write a song? Well, the answer is yes, and more than one, it's like having opened a Pandora's box: I can't stop myself anymore and I pull out a bit of everything, from the rabid, even better if stuffed with swear words that are so cool, haha, on the verge of nonsense… and all with a mad rhythm, which Dom handles beautifully… and it goes without saying that Dom approved my songs with unprecedented enthusiasm. Only then I also tried something more serious, reasoned and, bloody hell, it scares me to dig so deep into my soul and find out what comes out of it. But it is one of those fears that fascinate me. Not even Dom has read those lyrics, for now they remain where they are. However, during these days there was also an event that is certainly important to me, my birthday. And Dom knows me so well by now, he knows my mom's passions that he passed on to me too, so he gave me a Ouija board. Not that I didn't already have one... or ten, but I appreciated it so much, even more because he wanted to have a séance with me, even if he was pissing himself off with fear!

We summoned a spirit, I asked him if we are going to be the most amazing band on the planet and he replied: 'Soon'.

Who knows if he's right, in my opinion he is and time will tell, time that I can't wait to spend with Dom as soon as he gets back from his trip. Uhmm… I just re-read you and I have the feeling that I’m naming Dominic a bit too much. At this point, I really hope Dom is gay, because maybe I am becoming gay. Great, now I also want to write a song about him.

Notes:

I pwomise some time-humps , also because this challenge asked for no more than seven entries...

[lulupen2023]

Bells' secret diary 1/7

So far on ao3 this has been an epic fail, so let's try here, too:

this fic was born thanks to a challenge in an Italian group: choose a character and go introspective writing his diary. Two rules: it must start with a 1st April and it can't have more than seven entries. So... guess which is the character I picked up?

whichever could be the pairing then? ;P

it's 1992, welcome to Teignmouth: Summary:

What if Matthew kept a secret diary since his very first meeting with Dominic till the birth of Muse and all its consequence? And what if said diary wasn’t just about music? This work participates to the 'FirstApril' challenge of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

Disclaimer: I don't own/know Muse, least of all Matthew Bellamy (but it's fun trying to get inside his young, bwilliant head, lol), it's all totally invented (save for what it's true in Wiki, articles, interviews and books) and I earn less than nothing from it And, of course, the title of this fic is taken from the lyrics of the beautiful 'Unintended' by Muse I: 1st April 1992

Teignmouth, My house, 1st april 1992

If I write it then it’ll come true: I, Matthew James Bellamy, will have a band with worldwide success! Huh, did I say 'worldwide'? Planetarium, we will be the first band to play on the Moon!

After all, with you I can allow myself to talk big, right? You are my diary, starting from today, because I have decided so.

Finally what I thought was a useless gift from my brother Paul last Christmas makes sense.

You will be my confidant, dear Diary, that's what average people call you most of the time isn't that? I will tell you all my deepest thoughts.

And I'm just starting today because something epic happened.

I've been playing the guitar for a few years, the piano for practically more than half of my life and I'm still not part of any band, not stable at least... but today something has changed.

I mustered up the courage to go to Dominic Howard, who is so popular and can play so well, both drums and guitar.  

I've been so stupid for all these months, blocked by bloody prejudices that have turned out to be unfounded: I thought he was an arrogant, that he liked to show off, that he would be extra elusive ... but no, he's the most available and kindest person in the world.

I asked him if he could give me some guitar lessons to improve myself, I was sure he would refuse, but not only did he accept, with a big smile, (I'm starting to believe that boy always smiles and risks dazzling you when he does, next time I'll I'll meet him wearing sunglasses!) but he also said that he just needs one more guitarist for his band, Carnage Mayhem, isn't that a really cool name? And so, in a way, now I can consider it my band too, don't you think?

Well yeah, it's not like he's said yes yet, he just said he's looking for another member and he'll audition for me tomorrow after school... a real audition, like professional musicians, so cool! But I will try all my very best, he must understand that I am the right element to complete the band!

You know, I'm generally a cosmic pessimist about everything, but this time I allow myself the luxury of expressing some optimism and already consider myself one of them.

So… yes, let me say it: I will be part of a band, but this time in a serious way, I'm sure it will last!  

Today is the beginning of something important, I feel it.

Now I have to stop here.

Dominic said he's starting guitar lessons today and he's on his way here and I can't leave my room in total chaos, it’s already more than enough the one in my mind, but at least I can rearrange the room.

You know, Dominic is… I don't think I've ever seen a guy like that… he's blond, yes, but he's really sunny in his own attitude! Oh God… his hair is so long that… maybe he's gay, maybe I'll grow it too, to make him feel less uncomfortable! Arghh what am I doing? I said I had to stop writing to you, there's a devastated room waiting for me!