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dearest lookedlikethebins, i hope you are enjoying all the new hot dh george content (even though ta matty is sorely missing)
oh dearest anon, i sure am! there was so much george this weekend AND very happy and bouncy george at that! i feel like every time we see new clips of george Working he's moving and smiling a bit more!!
so then, of course, whenever there is new dj george content (especially such happy dj george content), it does get me Thinking!! i mean there simply must be an after-show party or something that the band invites matty to...
#letting this roll around in my head for sureeee#you know i love producer george AND i think writing one where he's a bit less stoic and stiff would be a very nice!!#asks#answered
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//Happy 10 years to the 'robbers' mv 🩷🤍//
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she’s beautiful!
!!! thank you so much!!! i know it wasn't very Much of a fic, plot-wise (not very many words at all either lol) but i appreciate the kind reception to it! i'm trying to be better about not forcing myself to make everything a Workshop-Grade piece of writing. so thank you thank you for letting that blurb exist in her Teenie Tiny form :)
#thinking about the one anon that said they read my fics as all part of the same a continuum (which is also how i see it!)#and maybe some ideas from (by my) god and country (wedding fic) verse can just be in a collection of flash fiction...#idk!! no rules!! only fun!!#asks#answered
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I like it when you sleep music videos [3/5] - Somebody Else
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The 1975, Still At Their Very Best
Madrid, Wizink Center
(taken by me)
#we simply didn’t talk enough about this scott weiland look#you like velvet revolver we GET ITTTT#matty healy#satvb
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arriving home 04:17:43
just a little blurb of george arriving home from a trip away and being greeted at the door, despite the early hour. ~550 words
George tried to be as quiet as possible while unlocking the front door. He left his luggage in the car to avoid hitting the wheels on the door jamb and waking—or worse, scaring—Matty at four in the morning. He was supposed to be home around dinnertime, the entire evening ahead of them to catch up and unpack George’s suitcase and pretend they were going to start doing a load of laundry before falling back on the bed, giggling and smiling and no longer missing each other.
The foyer light shone through the small window in the front door. George appreciated Matty leaving the light on and, without even being there, helping guide him upstairs rather than stumbling around in the dark.
Except that when he opened the door and stepped inside, Matty was. He was sitting on the stairs, elbows resting on his knees and holding up his head, eyes half-lidded but trying to focus on George standing, shocked and delighted, in front of him. His hair was flat on one side, collar of his oversized shirt (that didn’t belong to him) skewed over his shoulder, and only one sock still on his feet.
“Matty, what are you doing?”
“Waitin’. For you.” Matty paused as if a three-word sentence was beyond his capacity. And at that hour, it probably was.
“You never have to do that,” George said. “I’d much rather come in and find you in our bed than half-asleep on the fucking stairs.” George had never been more thankful his hands were empty. He held them out to Matty, waiting as Matty registered the offer to be pulled to his feet.
“But,” Matty ran one hand over his face before returning it to George’s. “But I wanted to welcome you home. At the door.”
“Well now you’ve greeted me. Why don’t we get you back to bed, yeah?”
“You sound awake,” Matty said. He followed George’s gentle push to begin climbing the stairs. “You fell asleep on the flight, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it.” George sighed. The exhaustion of getting to the airport, thinking he was going to miss his flight—and having to tell Matty he was sorry he wasn’t paying attention to the time—to then having to scramble and find another flight after his first was cancelled and the next flight filled up and was overbooked—and still having to call Matty to tell him he was sorry and he wouldn’t be home until much later—crashed over George the moment he sat down in his seat. He knew he didn’t have to do anything else for the next seven hours, and his body was going to make sure of it.
“Still come and lay with me for a little?” Matty asked, starting to rub his eyes as he walked back into their room. He could do it without looking.
Usually, George liked to shower after he traveled. He liked the feeling of wiping clean his day; starting fresh from the top and reestablishing all his routines, even if they weren’t at their typical times. It was a way to be welcomed back to his life.
But, then again, what other life did George really want if not this?
“Of course, love.” George placed a kiss on a flattened patch of Matty’s curls. “Let me just change and I’m all yours.”
#icym!! i actually posted something I wrote!!#i wrote it during my Morning Coffee!#had an idea had fun didn’t want to overthink it so here she is!!!#self rb
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fuck yes !!!
ahhh fuck yes!!! :D
#i'm sorry this is very much Not an answer but i am just sitting here grinning with No Words#i'm assuming (?) this is about the little fic blurb i posted so this is making me very happy thank you anon xo#asks#answered
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arriving home 04:17:43
just a little blurb of george arriving home from a trip away and being greeted at the door, despite the early hour. ~590 words (on ao3)
George tried to be as quiet as possible while unlocking the front door. He left his luggage in the car to avoid hitting the wheels on the door jamb and waking—or worse, scaring—Matty at four in the morning. He was supposed to be home around dinnertime, the entire evening ahead of them to catch up and unpack George’s suitcase and pretend they were going to start doing a load of laundry before falling back on the bed, giggling and smiling and no longer missing each other.
The foyer light shone through the small window in the front door. George appreciated Matty always leaving the light on and, without even being there, helping guide him upstairs rather than stumbling around in the dark.
Except that when he opened the door and stepped inside, Matty was. He was sitting on the stairs, elbows resting on his knees and holding up his head. Matty's eyes were half-lidded but still trying to focus on George standing, shocked and delighted, in front of him. His hair was flat on one side, collar of his (George's) oversized shirt skewed over his shoulder, and only one sock on.
“Matty, what are you doing?”
“Waitin’. For you.” Matty paused as if a three-word sentence was beyond his capacity. And at that hour, it probably was.
“You never have to do that,” George said. “I’d much rather come in and find you in our bed than half-asleep on the fucking stairs.” George had never been more thankful his hands were empty. He held them out to Matty, waiting as Matty registered the offer to be pulled to his feet.
“But,” Matty ran one hand over his face before returning it to George’s. “But I wanted to welcome you home. At the door. Homecomin'.”
“Well, now you’ve greeted me. Why don’t we get you back to bed, yeah?”
“You sound awake,” Matty said. He followed George’s gentle push to begin climbing the stairs. “You fell asleep on the flight, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it.” George sighed.
The exhaustion of getting to the airport, thinking he was going to miss his flight—and having to tell Matty he was sorry he wasn’t paying attention to the time—to then having to scramble and find another flight after his first was cancelled and the next flight filled up and was overbooked—then still having to call Matty to tell him, again, he was sorry and he wouldn’t be home until much later—crashed over George the moment he sat down in his seat. He knew he didn’t have to do anything else for the next seven hours, and his body was going to make sure of it.
“Still come and lay with me for a little?” Matty asked, starting to rub his eyes as he walked back into their room. He could do it without looking.
Usually, George liked to shower after he traveled. He liked the feeling of wiping clean his day; starting fresh from the top and reestablishing all his routines, even if they weren’t at their typical times. It was a way to be welcomed back to his life.
But, then again, what other life did George really want if not this?
“Of course, love.” George placed a kiss on a flattened patch of Matty’s curls. “Let me just change and I’m all yours.”
He'd be Matty's to curl around, muttering into the fabric of his shirt how much Matty had missed him—loved him, needed him, thought about him—and unable to get up any time soon.
He'd be home.
#gatty#gatty fic#matty x george#george daniel x matty healy#andfacedown fics#this feels too short and silly to post on ao3#but i do really like this idea so maybe it will expand into an Actual piece of writing
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so… little ~600 word george & matty blurb later today? anyone?
#sometimes the tenderness of being greeted Gets Me#and I have to sit down and drink my coffee and write lol#del
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