#he looks like he's playing jesus in a church play 🤭 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lottiecrabie · 1 year

Note

could we maybe have a blurb pfms blurb where they go on vacation together and are kinda domestic almost? :)

i love when i post something angsty and then without fail people go. so can we get Not That actually😁😁 (i’m sorry y’all pfms is so easy to make angsty😭😭)

but the band having their first show kinda far away from town and so they have all have a little road trip together so they can play their gig is so 🤭

like obviously she’s explicitly invited bc matty is Not playing without her there to cheer him on and she has to come up with some good excuse so her parents let her go. she of course has to lie bc if she Ever pronounced the words ‘my bf is having an out-of-town gig can i go’ she would be forcefully brought to the confessional IMMEDIATELY. instead, she invents some bullshit excuse abt a friend her parents love and church, and they let her go for a single night.

she sits in the middle of the backseat between matty and adam. they play some rock music that makes her blush just a little bc it’s the exact songs matty puts on when they’re fucking in his car. he gives her purposeful side glances, smirking at her, and she nearly picks her fingers bloody trying to smother the pavlov desire it brings out of her.

matty falls asleep pretty quickly, dozing on her shoulder as she chats with his mates. she holds his hand, rubbing at his palm, a soothing rhythm that has him sighing contently. they make fun of him, whispering to her that they’ve never seen him so pathetic.

when they get to the city, there’s not much time to fuck around before soundcheck. matty still steals her away to eat, saying some bullshit line about how he needs quiet to ready himself for the gig. the guys all make fun of him for his very clear lingo for a quickie. she blushes as matty tugs her away, refusing to deny or confirm any rumors.

they do end up actually eating, sitting at some diner-like restaurant as he practically spills all his worries to her. she holds his hand, trying to talk him down his unnecessary stress, and they share a dessert together.

they do not even fuck, instead walking around the city and sightseeing. when it gets slightly colder, matty offers her his leather jacket. it’s a funny contrast to her white summer dress, but he assures her it’s very punk rock.

matty sings a choir song at soundcheck, smirking at her as he praises lord and jesus. she giggles, sipping on his cheap free beer he discarded.

the gig goes wonderfully. she stands at the very center of the crowd, dancing to his songs, drinking more awful cocktails. matty always looks at her purposefully when he plays a song about her, winking.

they stick around when another band goes up, dancing and drinking. she loses him in the crowd for a short while as she slips out of the busy club to smoke a cig with george. when she goes back inside, matty immediately spotting her and finding her, he smells the smoke on her. he shakes his head disapprovingly, trying to talk her out of a habit. she just laughs at his hypocrisy, flicking his nose.

they sneak away somewhat early when matty’s hands start growing restless, grabbing her ass and waist as they dance, licking her neck. the cheap hotel they rented for the night feels impossibly far away— instead, they hook up in the alleyway near the club, tipsy and giggly.

they do miraculously make it to their hotel room. matty takes a burning shower. she ends up joining him, and although the start of it is very focused on the task of washing themselves, they do inevitably end up fucking in the shower.

once they’re out, clean and lazy and sleepy, they fall in the bed almost immediately. matty asks her about the show as he cuddles her, front pressed into her back. she whispers all her favorite parts, linking her fingers with his hand limping on her waist. cars and laughters ring outside. they fall asleep smiling.

the next day, ross knocks at their door obnoxiously early, telling them it’s time to go. they gather their few things, eyes sleepy and small as they make their way back to the car.

this time, she’s the one who falls asleep on matty’s shoulder. he’s perfectly still, afraid she would move if he even breathes. again, the boys make fun of him, but he’s not much bothered.

they drop her off two streets away from her house. she plants a kiss on matty before leaving, throwing her bag over her shoulder, grinning so wide her cheeks could tear.

#pray for my soul #ask #blurb

61 notes · View notes