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hrryshoney · 2 months

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I dunno if it’s horny thoughts you want but I’m ovulating rn so its all I have

like actually I want Matty to uh. fuck my face like it’s my cunt like. filthy nasty. like my head hanging off the side of the bed and he can see his cock going down my throat. and also record it so I can watch it every day.

babes it’s me, ofc i want horny thoughts! (also twins we are synced lol)

warnings below: mouth fucking, so oral (m receiving), recording during sex, maybe mean dom matty a lil, degradation, praise, dirty talk, spit in mouth, rough, again short and not proofread :( my legacy

“Want me to what, baby? Think you’ll have to speak up for me.” He leaned in, turning his head as if telling you to speak in his ear. The smirk on Matty’s face was enough to tell you that he did hear you. He just wanted to hear you say it again. You were still in your bra and panties, and Matty was shirtless with his pants around his ankles. You felt too covered but bare at the same time with the way his eyes were piercing you.

You felt bashful now, having to repeat the filthy thought that’s been in your head since he’d started pumping his cock in front of you. Exaggerating his moans and throwing his head back, your punishment of sorts. No touching, just watching. You squeaked out something, and now regret was filling you. Because Matty heard it, and he surely wouldn’t let it go. “S’nothing.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “Now’s not the time to go shy on me, sweetheart. You can act modest later.” He grinned, taking another step forward. His cock was still in his hand. You looked down to see him, somehow, even harder in his palm. You thought you could feel yourself soaking your panties. “Say it.”

Matty’s fingers were tracing some pattern on your bicep repeatedly. His smile was too wide for it to be nothing, and you tried to focus to feel what it was. As you were about to formulate your response for him, you figured it out. The distinct curve of an ‘S’, then an ‘L’- and you knew. He was spelling SLUT, and it made you whimper out loud. You were caught. There was no use in running. And even so, you liked the chase. “Want you to fuck my face, please.” You gave him your best doe eyes, fluttering your lashes as you looked up at him.

Matty groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he squeezed his cock. He grabbed your arm, bringing you to the bed. As you landed, you squeezed your thighs together for friction. His fingers grasped at your thigh, pulling your legs apart forcefully. “No, open your fucking legs. You’re gonna suck me off and lay here aching, I’ll tie your legs apart if I need to.” You whined, his words only turning you on more. You obeyed him nonetheless, legs spread wide so the wet patch on your light grey panties was visible. You could even see your hard nipples through the padding of your bra.

“Yes, sir.” You chewed on your bottom lip, waiting for his next move. He walked to the other side of the bed, letting his knees hit the frame. Matty’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. Like he was trying to figure out what to do with you.

“Let your head hang off the side.” He said suddenly, and confusion filled your expression. He looked at you stoically, raising his eyebrows as you stayed still.

“I don’t..” You trailed off, but Matty’s hand wrapped around your ankle. He pulled you into place as you let out a squeak. Your neck was resting on the edge of the bed with the rest of your head dangling off. “Don’t know what you can’t understand, baby. Gonna fuck your throat like you wanted so bad.” Matty’s palm caressed the expanse of your throat, letting his cock rest on your lips. “Tap my thigh if you need me to stop, okay?” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You smiled and nodded, feeling your face get hot. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for his cock. Matty was big, and you didn’t know how you were going to take him at this angle. As he prodded at your lips, you tasted the salty flavor of precum coat your tongue. He pushed it inside your mouth, starting slow.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, but allowed him to do the rest of the work. He was fucking your mouth after all, that was the whole point. You swirled your tongue around his tip as he pulled out, thrusting himself in your mouth again. Thank God you didn’t have a terrible gag reflex. Matty groaned out above you.

“I’ll use your fucking mouth like it’s a cunt. Nice and warm for me, all your holes are just so perfect.” Matty babbled in a drunken haze, pleasure filling his brain. He gripped your neck lightly, pushing himself in even more. He felt your throat open for him, and he thrusted his hips. You jerked slightly from the sudden movement, but regained your composure quickly. Everything you did had Matty moaning even more, the vibrations he felt on his cock were too good. “This is what you’re made for, take my cock down your little throat.”

You moaned around the base of him, and he pulled out an inch just to push all the way back in. You were breathing through your nose, letting him occupy your mouth fully. His hand came to the top of your head, and he gripped on the hair there. Drool was accumulating on his dick from the position he had you in, making the whole thing messy. As he went to thrust into you again, he saw something that had him clenching his teeth and throwing his head back.

He spoke through gritted teeth, “Dick too big for you, honey? Fucking- shit. See my imprint through your throat. Such a good girl.” And you wished you could see what Matty was seeing. What had him going so feral that he finally picked up his rhythm. Now, relentlessly using your throat. Thrusting into your mouth and pulling your hair. All that could be heard were his whimpers and the sound of your mouth getting fucked by him. Garbled moans that only egged him on. Sadist.

As if he could read your mind, Matty’s next words had you struggling to nod around his cock. A lame thumbs-up that you threw to let him know that, yes, you wanted that. “Can I take a video, baby? So I can show you how fucking good you take my cock?” And with your immediate agreement, he was reaching for his phone on your shared nightstand. He swiped to his camera app, and you heard the ping that indicated he started the recording.

You swirled your tongue again, swallowing around his cock. He whined lowly, knowing you must be showing off for the camera. He started to move his hips again, regaining his rhythm. And, presumably, the print of his cock down your throat. “Like a pornstar, baby. My little model.” He groaned out, focusing on your image through the video. You unhollowed your cheeks, letting your mouth hang open for spit to drip onto his cock. You inhaled deeply through your nose and let him take you again. “Good girl. Good fuckin’ slut. Natural at sucking dick.”

He slowed down, focusing on the bulge of your throat. He watched as you took him, using you as a toy for his own needs. Then, he threw his phone aside. Holding the either side of your head with his hands. He pulled the front of your bra down, exposing your tits. Hard nipples waiting for his touch. He grabbed a handful of your breast, pinching and tweaking at your nipple. You tried hard not to close your legs, the stimulation itself could make you cum.

Matty’s hips stuttered as you whimpered around him again, and you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth. “Gonna cum. Can I- down your throat?” His words came out in a mix, trying to restrain himself from letting go right there. He slowed down his rhythm, but picked up again as he felt pleasure overtake him. You let your hand go up to his hip, nodding the best you could and rubbing the skin there.

At your confirmation, Matty spilled down your throat with a cry. You couldn’t make out most of the words. Something that sounded like a mix of your name, good girl, and thank you. He tasted good, slightly salty but the warm liquid sliding down your throat tasted more sweet than anything. Quintessential Matty, you thought.

He was panting when you looked up, turning yourself to sit on your knees on the bed. He had collapsed into a sitting position next to you. A light sheen of sweat making his curls stick to his forehead. His cheeks and chest were flushed a light pink. When he opened his eyes to smile at you, he opened his mouth to say something, too. However, the words died in his throat as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed.

Matty’s big hands grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You knew he could taste himself on you, letting his tongue fight with yours. He kissed you passionately, pulling away and leaving your lips connected slightly. He let a string of spit fall in your mouth, which you immediately swallowed again. He grinned, “Good girl. Thank you, baby.”

He dragged you between his legs, and you could feel him getting half hard behind your back again. His hands flew to your clothed cunt, rubbing you over your panties. His other hand went to your exposed breasts, running his fingertips over the skin lightly. Pulling your nipple to hear you whimper. You were practically soaked, and he could easily tear the fabric if he so desired. “So wet just from sucking me off, huh? My own personal fucktoy. Think I should return the favor.” You only got slicker beneath his touch. “Can even watch our little video. See what gets you off faster.”

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justangelheree · 5 months

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escapism-matt sturniolo (18+)

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warnings: drinking, cursing, kissing, break up, partying, drugs, use of pet names, choking, creampie, unprotected sex (please wrap it before u tap it), oral(f receiving), confession?, little bit of soft dom matt not proofread like always🙉

summary: reader gets broken up with, after a little drinking she ends up at matt’s door. will he give in to her thoughts?

i wake up with tear stained cheeks and my hair all messed up. i get out of bed looking at myself in the mirror. god i look a mess over some guy. i sigh as i get up texting my friends we’re doing out tonight and they all agreed.

as i got into the shower i was just thinking was i upset that he broke up with me or that i wouldn’t have a boyfriend anymore? i laughed as i got out. i was still hurt but it is what it is. i needed to get forget about him and move on.

as i got ready i put on my favorite black dress that my ex would never let me wear. felt so good to do whatever i want and god did i look good. it was strapless so my boobs were pushed up and my figure looked amazing.

i sat down at my vanity putting on my makeup and doing my hair. i just have forgot how much of a bad bitch i was because damn i look good. i facetimed one of my best friend nala telling her i was ready to go and ill be on my way to her house.

as i hopped in my car connecting my phone to aux playing the hills by the weekend turning the radio up. i got to my friends house getting out the car an walking in i didn’t need to knock. she gave me a hug “girl im sorry his ass broke up with you he was an asshole anyway. moving on to bigger and better things” she spoke.

“and i hope bigger dicks too” i replied giggling. “you ready to go!” she said excitedly. i nodded as she ordered the uber. as the uber arrived she locked her door and we walked outside into the uber. “everyone should already be on there way” i said looking up from my phone. she nodding sliding some pill on her tongue i’ve never seen before. i shook my head smiling at her knowing she was in for a ride tonight.

about an hour later im a couple shots deep since my group of friends kept ordering them an who was i to say no. my body was now almost numb but in a good way, a freeing way.

on the dance floor me and nalas bodies pressed together as we danced to music in the background. nala grabbed my phone from my pocket going to snapchat and recording me bending down and twerking on her. she posted it to my story giggling giving me my phone back.

i giggle back singing along to whatever song was playing as i walked to the bar. i got another drink sitting on a stool scrolling through instagram when a certain someone’s post came up. matt sturniolo a guy i used to flirt and hook up with before i got a boyfriend and man did he look extra fucking fine.

all of a sudden i got hot and sweaty as a wet patch grew in between my thighs thinking about our past experiences. i started to get needy for something i didn’t even know. i needed to go see him. he wouldn’t even be shocked if i pulled up to his house because we used to always show up out of nowhere just to fuck. god was i really this drunk?

i called nala over to me and said i was gonna leave and she gave me a hug goodbye before sliding a bag of pills and a condom into my purse i laughed at her as she walked back to our friends.

matt.

matt

matt.

was all that rung through my head. i hoped into my uber debating it i should take the pills but then i realized girl wtf no. it was hard to not move around to create friction being drunk and horny.

the uber parked right outside his apartment i opened the door as i grabbed my bag and walked to the door. i knocked on the door hope his brothers weren’t home. the boy i’ve been needy for half the night answers the door.

“princess what are you doing here?” matt spoke rubbing his eyes. i could melt just from his words. “i just came from the club and i need you matty” i said quietly. he nodded as he moved out the doorway so i could walk in. he shut the door turning me around to face him.

“need me to help you baby” he softly said. i nodded my head as i whined. “come on mattys here to help” he whispered as he took me to his room. he shut the door behind him locking it.

as he stepped closer to me he wrapped he’s hand around my throat connecting our lips. i walked back letting myself fall onto his mattress not breaking the kiss. his arms were on the sides of me keeping himself up. his lips found my neck lightly sucking as i moan feeling super sensitive from the alcohol.

“gonna make you feel good” matt spoke as he reached his hands to the bottom of my dress lifting it over my head. he groaned as my body was on display infront of him realizing i only had underwear on.

his fingers touched my folds through my underwear “already wet baby, you been thinking about me doing this?” he questioned. “fuck.. yes matt been needing you to touch me all night” i answered.

he slide my panties down my leg as i lifted my hips up to help him. “been missing this pussy so bad. too bad your shitty boyfriend had to take it from me” he spoke rubbing my clit in circles i moaned out at his actions. “i’m not with him anymore matt.. he broke up with me” i struggled to get out.

“im sorry princess i don’t know why he would ever part from this pussy” he said dipping his head down connecting his month to my pussy. i slide my hand to his head lightly gripping his hair. he moans against me send vibrations threw me.

i rock my hips against his face as a euphoric feeling rising in my stomach. he pushes my torso down so i’m stuck in place as he just devours me. “fuck.. matt keep going” i moan out back arching against the bed.

his hand reached reached up to grab my boobs kneading them. the overstimulation of my body sent the pit of my stomach out on to his tongue. he pulled away licking his lips. “best pussy i’ve ever tasted” i smiled as i pulled him back up kissing his now swollen lips.

i reached my hands underneath his shirt pulling it above his head taking him in. “god am i drunk or did you get finer?” i question giggling. he laughed shaking his head reaching down to take his pants off.

it felt like he was taking ages to get undressed so u spoke up. “matt please..” he aligned himself infront of me. “please what princess?” he gently spoke. “i don’t want to feel how i did last night so matt just take this pain away!” i raised my voice slighty at him.

“ill give you what you want but dont raise your voice at me. every. again.” he stated wrapping his hand around my throat before pushing himself into me. only response i had was a pornagrapic moan coming out my mouth.

“such a good fucking girl” he said as i clenched around him. my hands find his neck bringing him close to my face sharing breaths. his thumb slid onto my bottom lip as i open my mouth and let his finger slip into my lips on my light sucking his finger and swirling my tongue around it.

he groaned as he kept his finger into my mouth holding my jaw bucking his hips deeper into me. my moan vibrating his thumb that rested on my tongue. his mouth taking the place where his thumb once was. “fuck matt give me it all.. please” i said digging my nails into his skin.

he obeys putting all of his dick in me i whine out from his actions. “you got it. take it like a good girl.” he spoke throwing his head back. “fuck.. fuck.. matt!” before i could say anything pleasure rushed over me as i dragged my nails down matt’s back.

he moaned against my neck thrusting into me gripping my hips. “i’m almost there baby doing so well for me.” he whispered as i whined from being overstimulated. a few more thrust and a warm liquid was now filling me up. his moans were being covered by my neck, i reached up to rub his face as he came down from his high.

“can we just stay like this for now?” i spoke softly. “anything you want baby” he whispered back. “one thing i will let you know is that im never letting you or this pussy go ever.” he said wrapping my legs around him as he reposition us. i smiled as i cuddle into him getting sleepy.

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a/n: so sorry if i forgot to tag people some of my posts i can’t see comments but i hoped you enjoyed! also sorry it took me forever i am school and im still in the process of unpacking but two new smuts will be out soon. as always i🤍u

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justanamesstuff · 9 months

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The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 5

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: I really want to ask you guys what are your thoughts so far, what do you expect from now on...we only have 2 chapters left and the epilogue :') this is going to end soon (I'm emo now). Happy reading!!

Warnings: PURE CUTNESS and fluffy feelings, typos.

Word count: 1.8 K

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Two days later

“You’re not wearing the neckless.” Kate pointed out mere seconds after she entered the bookshop that morning. Her eyes fixated on Y/n’s neck, now empty, without her neckless.

Out of instinct, Y/n touched her sternum --where the ring usually resided. The little item holding a lot of significant value wasn’t there, and Y/n didn’t feel panic like previous times when she thought she had lost it. Y/n even felt a sense of freedom.

“Oh, I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.” she informed Kate, thinking about the last time she took it off after taking a quick shower that morning.

The bookshop owner felt the eyes of her best friend following her around the place, meanwhile she rearranged some books in the kids section.

“Yes, Kate?” she asked her, although she never stopped doing her task in hand.

“I didn’t say anything.” Y/n’s friend desperately replied.

“Your head is fuming. I can tell from here.”

“You’re not wearing the neckless.” Kate repeated like a broken record.

“I already told-”

“Yes, I know, I know. But, you-”

Y/n knew very well what Kate was meant to say, but she shuttered her down, adding, “I didn’t notice, but-” she took a breath, admiring the beautiful day outside the window. “Maybe it is time to let him go?” her face shrank, thinking about what she said. “Am I a bad person for that?” Y/n turned around, feeling a rush of guilt.

“No. No!” Kate quickly said, walking closer to Y/n. She stood in front of her friend and held her hand. “I’ve been telling you for quite a while now.” Y/n’s friend remembered out loud, although her tone didn’t hold the meaning or the force Kate always kept when she insisted it might be a good idea for Y/n to move on.

“Then why you’re so stunned by it?” Y/n asked softly.

“I-” Kate started before the sound of the door interrupted their conversation.

Both friends turned around to look at the entrance, their sights falling on Matty’s unsure face.

“Hello?” Matty hesitated.

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n’s face turned to a big smile, after she let go of Kate’s hand. This one, looked between the pair, sensing a shift in the ambient around the three of them. Kate couldn’t explain back then what it was, although the shy and embarrassed looks they were sharing took Y/n’s friend attention.

“Hi, Y/n.” Matty said this time with a similar smile on his face.

“Hey.” Y/n greeted him once more.

Kate mumbled under her breath a, “Oh my god.”

‘These two, I swear..’, she thought.

“Hello, there.” she said before Y/n could introduce them or anything else.

Kate went directly towards Matty and extended her hand. Inside she was shitting herself about meeting one of her favourite artists, even though she knew how to be professional if the moment required. And oh, boy, she needed it at the moment.

Matty said, “Hi, Kate.” making her gasp about him knowing her name.

Y/n chuckled behind her friend, witnessing how she was desperately trying to keep her clam in front of Matty.

“Do you know me?” Kate heard herself asking.

“I do.” the signer bobbed his head, turning to look at her friend. “Y/n talks a lot about you.”

Kate narrowed her eyes, cringing, “Good or bad?”

“Both.” he replied fast and in a witty tone.

“Oh, I like him.” she turned around saying, as if Matty wasn’t in front of them.

“Yeah, I know.” Y/n teased her.

“Shut up.” Kate shushed her quickly. “What brings you here, Healy?”

The change of topic made Matty felt a little out of place and uncomfortable, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the fact that Kate didn’t hesitate with her words and was very forward, which putted him under the focus of attention. Matty was used to not care about bigger crowds, although having Kate and Y/n’s attention on him was very different.

He scratched the back of his head, “The usual?” he answered, looking at Y/n quickly, then back at Kate before she could catch him.

“Which is?”

“Kate, let him be.” Y/n interrupted.

“I’ll-” Matty said, signalling with his hands towards the shelves.

Y/n made her own set of movements, as if she opened the way for him, “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Nice to meet you, Kate.” he smiled weakly, passing by her side.

“Same, Matty.” she bowed ironically, making fun of Matty and Y/n. Her friend gave her a stern look. “What?”

“You know what.”

***

“Please, stop staring at him.” Y/n begged Kate in a whisper, after half hour Matty took his usual seat on one of the couches and let a book rest on his lap.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Kate, please.”

She didn’t stop and said, “He’s a view for sore eyes.”

“Could you please not?”

Y/n hit her slightly on her arm, gaining her attention. When Matty was very focused on one of the books he chose and enjoyed, Y/n did agree, he was a beautiful sight. Although she was cautious with her staring game, Kate wasn’t though and Y/n didn't want to make Matty feel uncomfortable.

“Fine, I have to go anyway. I’ll leave you with your boy.” she said, a bit too loud for Y/n’s liking.

Y/n started protesting, “He’s not-”

“Bye, Matty.” Kate shouted, walking towards the door, ignoring her best friend.

“Bye, Kate.”

After the front door closed --once Kate was out of the shop--, Y/n focused her attention on getting some work done. She had to call the supplier and check her incomes of the month, the usual tasks, although lately work was piling up a little.

Y/n kneeled down to grab one of her big folders, when a repeatedly sound coming from above her head scared her. She even knocked her head against the wood.

“What are you doin’?” Matty said, tapping on the wood of Y/n’s front desk.

Y/n pushed herself all the way up, “Fuck- You scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m…working.” she answered to his initial question.

“Am I bothering you?”

“You never bother me, Matty.”

Y/n focused on the papers in front of her, even though she knew she was messing them more. What she said wasn’t a lie, but Y/n felt her cheeks hotter than a minute ago, so making eye contact with the man wasn’t a great idea.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

“You look nice today.” Matty complimented her.

“Thank you. You too.”

“Y/n?”

Something on his tone made the girl look up to his chestnut eyes. They seemed warm and welcoming, with a touch of something else behind them.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Good for you.” Y/n joked, nervously.

“Ha-ha.”

The first thought coming across her mind made her heart beat faster. ‘He’s going to ask me out’. And the original idea, the question he had been thinking about not only days –even months– got stucked on his throat. Only a look inside her surprised eyes made him desist from the idea. Matty chose to tell her about another thing he had been thinking about when he found an old copy of his favourite book.

“I have this book. I thought maybe you’d like it and since you know about the band now-” Matty said, going to grab his coat where he kept it. He let his body relax a little before returning to Y/n’s side.

“Oh,” Y/n felt a void inside her heart and her stomach. She didn’t want him to ask although, at the same time, she expected it. Her head started to hurt a little. “Which one?”

“This one.” Matty showed her the cover. She knew the book, she already read it.

Y/n -- trying to decide if she should tell him-- read the title out loud, “On the road…”

And the decision was made quickly when her eyes caught the spark of excitement on Matty's eyes.

She took it in her hands, turning page after page.

“Oh, you're the type of reader that writes on the sides. Interesting.” the words slipping away because Y/n was truly amazed by his simple action. She loved it, since it was a thing she did a lot.

“Well, yeah.” Matty felt very seen like a deer in front of the lights of a car. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, all my books back home are all scratched. It’s the only right way to read them.” Y/n reassured him.

Matty shrugged his shoulders, “If you say so, I believe you.”

“I’ll see if my supplier has a copy and-”

“No, keep it.” the singer interrupted her.

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Please.”

“Cool.”

The silence was cut by Matty’s phone.

After a short conversation, the frontman told Y/n, “I have to go.” even though he didn’t want to. “See you soon, Y/n.” he promised.

“Bye.”

She waved, seeing him leave once more. Y/n's eyes returned to admire his handwriting.

*****

During the week that followed, Matty didn’t text her or came around, and Y/n didn’t reach out either. Nothing she would accept out loud, but the absence of Matty in her life made her sad.

Y/n was sitting on her couch, in her house this time, reading the very used and scratched copy of ‘On the Road’ that Matty gave her. It was a quiet Friday night, Kate had a family dinner and Y/n's plan was to read the book another time. She had already read it so many times during the week, she bet she could recite the dialogues by memory.

The woman left it on the side, reaching for her glass of wine, at the same time she opened some buttons of the shirt she wore the entire day. Her left hand coming to touch the skin of her sternum. Her mind recalled her talk with Kate before Matty came in almost a week ago. Y/n had been thinking about the process of moving on even since her chatted with Matty around the park before he walked her home. That day, something clicked inside her head.

Matty. Her mind returned to him, something it had been happening a lot during that week. Y/n lied to herself saying she just missed her new friend.

Her fingers touched the cold screen of her phone. ‘Maybe I should call him’, she thought and quickly desisted. She returned to the book, leaving the glass on the coffee table.

Less than five minutes after, Y/n grabbed her phone, unlocked it, tapped away and buried the thing under the cushion she was sitting on.

Y/n: Hey, I finished the book. x

The book was open in front of her eyes. She really tried to read the next sentence, although she ended up reading it fifteen times without recalling what she just read. ‘Why I do this to myself?’, she thought.

The couch vibrated under her. Y/n quickly lifted ass from her place, grabbing her phone in the process.

Matty 🎸: I can’t wait to hear your thoughts. x

‘That’s all?’

Y/n felt disappointed until minutes later another text popped.

Matty 🎸 : maybe I can pick it up from your place?

Her eyes widening one size, staring at his words, when one more text came in.

Matty 🎸: if you’re not busy. There’s no rush. Y/n: I’m not doing anything really.

‘Yeah, totally. He’s going to eat the fake ‘I’m not that interested’ facade. Very clever, Y/n.’, she scolded herself a little.

Matty 🎸: I’ll be there in 15’ x Y/n: okay.

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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I’m sorry but flatemate matty would be a G when it comes to rainy day cuddles 🫠 putting on a slower vinyl, keeping the volume low so you can hear the rain hitting the windows.. curling up on the couch, all tangled up together, talking barely above a whisper for hours because there’s no need to be louder when you’re that close.. i’m gonna huuuurl i need to baby the grown man.

STOP IT WAS RAINING SO HORRIBLY HERE EARLIER I NEED HIM but yeah. it's your first free/fresh sunday (no work for you to finish, no hangovers from being out the night before for either of you), and you and matty had made plans to go on a massive walk around the nearest park, then maybe do sunday dinner somewhere before coming home and having an early night ready for the week ahead. and you were so excited about it - like yeah, you live with the man and see him every day, but the itinerary for the day felt vaguely couple-y, and you were looking forward to being delusional and pretending matty was actually your boyfriend the whole time (obviously, he was feeling the same). but sunday morning rolls around and you're awoken to torrential rain battering off the window and you're FUMING. and i think matty would just burst into the room (because he knows you're alone) and throw himself dramatically face-down onto your bed like "i can't fucking believe our plans for a lovely day are RUINED this is awful", and you just reach over to play with his hair comfortingly like "i know, babe, i was looking forward to it. what can we do in here instead?" and matty FIGHTS the urge to be like "in your bed? oh, i've been thinking about this one for a while. i have a list prepared" lol. instead, he rolls over to look at you and shyly starts rambling ideas like "i mean, i got a couple of new records if you wanted to just chill on the couch and listen to them? i haven't got any weed, though, so we'd need to be sober. which is less vibey, but still. i get that you might not want to do that and its chill but i-" before you cut him off like "no, that sounds lovely. a cuppa, some music, snuggling up together... yeah, i want that" and smile so sweetly that matty's heart cracks (and he can't think about the "i want that" directly after you mentioning snuggling or he will go insane). and matty smiles back (which hurts YOUR heart) and says "alright, darlin'. now, breakfast - d'you want breakfast in bed, or in the kitchen?", and you're like "hmm... kitchen, i want to shower first" and you stretch cutely and sit up, kissing matty's head before padding off to the bathroom. and he's literally so down bad that he watches you leave with the most lovestruck expression, before scootching up onto your pillows and just taking in your scent and atmosphere for a min, then getting up himself.

anyway, later on, you get around to the revised weekend plans. tea is made, the first record is on and playing softly (i assume it's some sort of acoustic folk/indie thing), you're in matty's hoodie and leggings, he's in a pair of your sweatpants and a long-sleeved tee, and you settle on the couch under a couple of blankets. the rain has settled slightly, so it's just pattering off the windowframes now, and you've lit a scented candle for a bit of peaceful ambience - it's a very calm, very cosy environment. and you and matty are quiet for the first few songs, before you break the silence to whisper how much you like the album so far, and he looks at you contentedly and agrees; that starts a whole quiet discussion, which starts off being about music and then ends up somewhere totally different (as the best chats do!). matty reluctantly gets up to flip the record onto the b-side, but beams when he turns back round to see your arms opened and you telling him to get in; he obliges, because why wouldn't he take any opportunity to be so close to you, slotting himself between your legs (which are propped up on the couch), leaning his head on your chest and his arm over your stomach as is your normal cuddling position. and your whispered conversation continues until matty, just so content and cosy, falls asleep on you - i think you probably smile lovingly at him and whisper "oh, i love you", knowing he can't hear you, and play with his hair and lightly stroke his cheek until you doze off too <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty

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plantinghobbies · 7 months

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Growing Pains

Two: Sure I’d Never Be Found

Author’s Note: Back from some traveling and finally had dedicated time to write. I’ve been overwhelmed by the support for the first chapter. Thank you so much, revisiting your notes kept me motivated when I struggled to focus or hit a block. The incredible @solipsisticno1 also helped keep my ass in gear. This’ll be a fast and slow burn (I’m a Gemini so cannot escape my love for duality). Welcome all constructive critique, favorite parts, questions, etc - so grateful for any and all feedback. Ok, here’s more of Tess and Matty.

It’s the longest he’s spent near mountains since he left home. Growing up, the idea of vastness had scared him; he doesn’t like to be reminded of how small and microscopic his existence is in the very grand scheme of things. Sometimes, he’ll lie awake at night fixated on just how tenuous life is, how quickly something outside of his control could end it. He wonders what he’d be remembered for – his art or his infamy? On particularly bad days, he wonders if he’d be remembered for long at all.

But the panoramic views of the peaks from the house the label rented him have the opposite effect. After years of touring in cramped bunks and living in packed cities, he feels the space around him palpably, like he’s been curled into a ball for too long and is finally able to stretch out.

When he’d announced his plans to spend the band’s hiatus working on some solo material with Jack in the States, he’d been most nervous about telling his band mates. Even though they’d always been supportive of each other branching out in various ways, this felt different somehow. It was one thing for George to work on remixing the odd single or producing with other artists, it was quite another to put out a whole solo record as Matty was planning, with a potential tour as well. But, as they had for the last twenty years, the guys had his back one hundred percent.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the call from his mum that came in the night before he left. She’d seemed antsy when he’d seen her for a bon voyage dinner two nights ago, but he chalked it up to her not wanting to say goodbye.

“Matthew, I’m still not sure if I should even be telling you this, had to really talk myself up to it. But I know I’d be kicking myself later if something happened.” There’s a tremor in her voice that he hasn’t heard in years.

Oh God, he thinks, she’s sick. Worse, she’s dying. His mind already flashing to her funeral, him attempting to perform a song for her before he breaks down in tears, failing her in this final act.

“You know I am so proud of you, and I wouldn’t ever dream of questioning your sobriety. But you’ve never been on your own like this without your support system – and lord knows neither have I – but it’s not easy. So I just need to say be careful, be vigilant, ask for help when you need it. I’m a plane ride away.”

The indignation that reared up at him was visceral. 34 years old, several years in recovery, and she still didn’t trust him. Looking back, he knows he could have handled it better. He’s proud of himself for not blowing up at her, something a younger version of him would have absolutely done. But he knows he was curt, wanting to punish her, inflict hurt like what had welled up in him at the thought that his own mum doubted him.

After the first few days of wandering his house, un-showered and aimless, he’d begun to see what his mother meant. The process of writing and recording is inherently unstructured, at least for him, filled with days where he does nothing and nights of manic activity. It’s him, sitting around with his own thoughts, picking at the scabs and scar tissue of his past. He didn’t realize how much he relied on the rhythm of others - the band, the tour - to provide structure for him. For the first time in his life, he is without those things, and the space that it creates feels like a blessing and a curse.

In the couple of weeks since, he’s settled in a bit more, has found a gym and can now navigate to Jack’s studio and back without relying on his phone. The word routine has always rubbed him the wrong way, evoking images and associations that make him uneasy. Boring. Pedestrian. Old. When he left rehab, they’d armed him with a written routine to help ease his transition back to his “everyday life.” It was cookie cutter shit that he hadn’t even done in rehab, let alone out of it – daily meditation, making his bed, a gratitude journal. One glance at the word and the list of to-dos had him pulling up his dealer’s number before the plane had even landed.

When he finally got clean for good, a new therapist suggested he develop a structure in lieu of a routine. At first, Matty didn’t understand the difference, and he’d worried that he’d once again sunk a ton of time into bettering himself only for the system to fail him.

“What do you like to do for fun?” His therapist, David, asked. The question caught him off guard, he was expecting the beginnings of a diatribe on the benefits of eating healthy.

“You mean, besides heroin?” Matty often tried to get a rise out of David but had yet to succeed, his shit-eating grin met with nothing more than a stoic quiet. Sometimes, when he was bored or couldn’t focus during their session, he’d imagine what David’s home life was like. What does this guy do for fun? Is he a Saturday golfer and Sunday churchgoer like he looks? Or does David leave the prim façade at work, shedding his tweed jacket on his way to a BDSM club or an after-hours rave?

Finally, David indulges him. “Yes, besides heroin.”

That was easy. “Music.”

“Ok, but music is also your job, which can be a source of stress. What do you like to do besides making music?”

He’s embarrassed to admit he’s a bit stumped. Over the years, he’s amassed a laundry list of abandoned hobbies – some lasting for a few days, others a few months. But only one has ever lasted long-term. Well, social media but that’s more of a habit he’s adopted to avoid other, worse vices.

“Umm, honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t really ever been able to keep up with one long-term besides writing songs.”

“Ok” David smiled “let’s start there.”

In the end, he was glad that he stuck with it. Nowadays, Matty had a simple list of things that he liked to do that help him feel his best – he isn’t regimented about doing them, which he thinks is how he’s been able to stick with it for so long. They didn’t cure his addictive cravings but they kept them at bay. He still resented the amount of effort that was required for him to have a “normal” day - but it was better than the alternative.

Given how late he got in from the studio the night before, he should still be in bed. He and Jack had been holed up for almost two days straight, capitalizing on a burst of creative energy that had them laying down the rough cuts of three songs and the outlines of a fourth. When Jack had finally gone home to Margaret, he’d kicked Matty out of the studio as well, demanding that he shower, eat and sleep – in that order. He’d caught a few hours of shut eye but the chord progression he’s stuck on has him unable to quiet his mind enough to rest. What’s new? Unable to even muster the focus needed to make tea, he settles for coffee instead. The expensive coffee machine gurgles next to him as he stares out the window, realizing that he can’t remember the last time he’d been outside. Maybe “touching grass” (he refuses to admit that he might be too old for certain phrases) would help unstick it?

It’s the first time the front porch has seen any action since his arrival and he takes a minute to get situated, shifting his chair this way and that. Finally satisfied, he looks up just in time to catch the vaguely familiar side profile of a woman walking by with her dog. Before the image registers in his brain, she’s gone. He finishes his coffee then heads out to jui jitsui before meeting Jack.

That afternoon is one of the most productive days in the studio so far, he feels like they’re getting somewhere. He’s desperate to sustain the momentum, to try to quell the intrusive, insecure thoughts that he can’t do this on his own. No amount of encouragement from Jack has helped, he needs to see it for himself.

He’s not above relying on superstition and decides to do everything the same the next day, including watching the sunrise on the porch, staring at the coffee as he swirls his mug. The jingling of a leash has him tilting his head up, eyes journeying up long legs, tracing an hourglass figure that had been hidden by the bar, meeting her piercing eyes – yep, that’s her. He leans forward in his seat, casting about for a witty comment to put her on her heels the way she had put him on his with that story the other night. But he doesn’t get a chance, her eyes seeming to look right through him as she passes by.

At first, he convinces himself that she just didn’t see him, unable to accept that he hadn’t left any impression on this woman. The next few days find him inching his chair closer and closer to the sidewalk each morning, but her and her dog just sail past without a second glance, seemingly immune to his presence. And listen, he’s not a dickhead - it’s not like she owes him any acknowledgement. He understands more than most how rare uninterrupted time to yourself can be in this day and age. But he hears her daily greeting to the older man who sits on his porch reading the paper a few doors down! So, it feels like she’s ignoring him specifically and intentionally – and the question of why is driving him mad. It scratches at sensitive scar tissue where his admittedly oversized ego meets a more fragile self-esteem, seizes on feelings of being unremarkable and weaponizes them. Has his overactive mind casting about for various reasons for her silence, most of them bad. She doesn’t recognize him, not even from the other night. Or worse, she does.

The rest of the week in the studio is a bit of a wash.

Saturday finds him bored and antsy, with little to do and even less motivation. Trying to occupy himself, he sets his sights more firmly on getting a rise out of her, any acknowledgement really. Just to get her to crack once, he tells himself, and then he’ll leave it be. He doesn’t dwell on why he gets so bothered by apathy, physically shakes away memories that surface uninvited in his mind - his mother’s glazed expressions, his exhaustive attempts to garner her attention. Getting a reaction from people was his coping mechanism long before it was his job.

Pulling the Adirondack chair - so cliche but also so bloody comfortable – right up to the fence, he positions it at an angle in clear view of the sidewalk. Sure enough, as she approaches, her eyes land on him from behind her sunglasses. He only knows this because her step falters slightly, head dipping into the barest of nods as she passes. The thrill that Matty gets from even this subtlest reaction is a welcome change from the monotony of the last few weeks. He can imagine what George would say if he saw this “Christ mate, you’ve got to get out more.” But George isn’t here, none of them are – and that’s the problem isn’t it?

The next day, it becomes clear that she is, in fact, fucking with him. She’s walking toward him, her mouth opens to speak – Matty slides forward in his chair at the sight, ready to declare victory – and then curls it into a smirk at his earnest reaction. It’s obvious enough that it had to be intentional. Oh, game on.

His tendency to hyper-fixate is a blessing and a curse, making him a better artist but an occasionally insufferable human. He’s determined to not let her get the best of him this time around, spending downtime in the studio brainstorming how to get her to break first. The answer comes to him as he’s standing outside, having a cigarette between writing sessions. The sign hanging in the window across the street is just too cringe, too cliche, too absolutely perfect to ignore and Matty strolls out of the store with it not two minutes later.

The next morning, he’s giddy with anticipation. As she turns the corner her head is down, almost as if she’s determined not to see or been seen. At the last second though, she glances up and clocks the sign leaning against the outside of the fence right, him seated next to it with a sly smirk on his face. She stops, stares, and then - right as he’s certain she’s going to maintain their silent standoff - she barks out a laugh. It is loud and raucous and feels like a well-won prize after two weeks of continuous effort.

“Oh my god, where did you get that?” She seems surprised to hear the sound of her own voice. If she’s disappointed that she’s “lost,” it doesn’t show. He begins to tell her, in his trademark roundabout way, a winding story about the fucking writing block that him and Jack ran into which led to him being outside, to seeing the store but then back around to the song that he was working on. She is nodding along but glances at her watch twice, the dog trying to pull her to keep moving, bored of him. She opens her mouth to interrupt him, a split-second pause where she huffs and seems to question herself, before rushing out with “Listen, I gotta get this guy to the park or he’ll have a meltdown, you can tell me the rest as we walk.”

She walks on, not giving him a chance to respond as he hustles to catch up with them. He meets her on the sidewalk the next morning, not giving her a chance to pass him by again.

#Matty Healy fanfiction #Matty Healy fanfic #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic

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Hope you don’t mind me coming to you for a quick rant?

I love the community that livestreams etc have created, it’s so lovely sharing something with people from all over the world, but at the same time I really feel like it has created this insane expectation for every single show to be different and special.

Like when I was a teenager and started going to gigs, I didn’t know what they played the night before or what they would play the next day, I was just excited for what was happening in front of me. And realistically, if there’s 10,000 people in the arena us hardcore fans forget that probably 9,000 of those people aren’t familiar with the setlist and are surprised/excited by the whole thing.

Maybe it’s a weird thing to say, but I just felt when I was watching a stream tonight the comments were full of fans talking about which songs were the shittest. And then at the end there was loads of them complaining about how “boring” and “mid” the setlist was. Obviously you’ll enjoy some shows/sets more than others, but to watch them pour all their energy into putting on a brilliant show and then call it boring because they didn’t come up with any surprises is just kinda rude.

Most bands and artists keep the setlist exactly the same for an entire tour, why are we out here asking for something different every night of a seemingly never-ending tour??

Sorry to dump this on you, just didn’t know where else to take my rant 🤣

No I know exactly what you mean and I agree. I’ve been seeing that a lot in the comments of live streams. The last one that I watched there were a few people who were like so mad that they didn’t end with GYAT or whatever. I’m like ???? Okay but do you realize this is some peoples only show and they’re just happy they got to go at all? Like why are we making it weird.

It feels really bad too because I know matty talked about doing the show theatrically BECAUSE he didn’t want to just to a straight up “rock show.” But somehow through social media we’ve managed to turn even that into an expectation. So they had to amp it up even MORE and they did SATVB. And yet here we are people are still complaining. I think that’s why matty said that thing a while ago about no phones and shows haha. Idk if they’d actually stick with it but I understand the impulse. He feels like maybe he can’t quite get ahead of it. There are a lot of aspects to it too. The way that recording and spreading on tiktok all these things has ruined the surprise and spontaneous energy. It sucks. We should he grateful the boys have been so on board with the live streams and have tried to help us with it. Not complain!

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fallingforel · 6 months

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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 💕💕

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lookedlikethebins · 7 months

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if it was you that made my body (preview!)

hey all! i've decided to give a little preview bc honestly i've been having a bit of a rough time recently and i'm trying to keep my Creative Gears turning so i don't find myself in a rut. so here we are! to be posted on my ao3 very soon (literally the moment the denouement cooperates lol).

basic summary: takes places during the months recording abiior in the residential studio; matty ruminating on his ideas of God and maybe being someone born without any holy supervision. [~900 words]

It was Matty’s turn to do the laundry. Part of him dreaded the return of the chore—how many clothes could four guys go through in just a week?—but another part of him liked the physicality of the task: using both arms to carry the clothes down the stairs to the washing machine; the repetitive back and forth of sorting the heap into the correct color-oriented piles; the extra heft when pulling the soaked clothes from the washer to take outside; the up and down from basket to clothesline; the focused grip of the plastic clothespins with his slightly damp hands, hoping it didn’t slip out from between his pinched fingers again; the echo of fabric, now wet and coarse, remaining on his palms as he walked back inside.

Once the weather tipped toward spring, Matty began putting their wash outside to dry. Climbing into bed Sunday night after all the beds had been remade and sleep shirts returned to their correct owners, it was a small pleasure to smell the slow, soothing breeze and lingering feeling of light and warmth of the day just passed. One last memory of another day alive and spent with the people Matty loved most.

Matty’s therapist, assigned to him as part of his discharge process, frequently advised Matty to search for such small, simple pleasures of life. Not the silver lining—which acknowledged a little too much that everything sucked and only a small outline was redeemable—but that there was a complete moment of beauty to be found in everything.

To Matty, the entire idea felt too much like his therapist was trying to describe the act of acknowledging divinity, of finding God in the mundane—just as He created it. Matty knew many sobriety programs leaned on the idea or shape of a higher power to which people could offer up their life (and, to him, the idea of autonomy). As if it was a comfort to believe Matty’s ability to remain clean was in the hands of something he occasionally humored the idea of believing in.

But while God couldn’t quite be a comfort to Matty, those simple pleasures and joys could be. Remembering each one created a sort of calendar; something easy to peer back on and balance out Matty’s habit of consistently remembering, without fail, when days were bad and when they were worse, and seemingly never when they were good. Even when they were just survived.

The day previous, Saturday: playing cards with Adam, but stopping after only playing a hand so he could teach Matty how to shuffle the deck like he was some sort of casino worker.

Friday: chopping vegetables for George when he volunteered to cook them dinner and realizing George actually knew how to julienne vegetables properly.

Thursday: Ross showing both concern and care when he knocked on the bathroom door to check on Matty in the bath. Matty had fallen asleep—his book now completely waterlogged—and had no idea it had almost been an hour. Ross hadn’t been upset with Matty, nor did he spread his worry to the other two guys, but he knocked loudly and firmly, asking Matty to please answer him. The real simple joy was Ross’s soft thank you and do you need a towel? once he heard Matty answer. He never asked him to open the door.

Wednesday: George, without a word and without being asked, getting up to make Matty a cup of tea in the middle of the night to try and soothe him after another nightmare of withdrawal. Of retching, coughing, shaking, and suffering at the hand of a body desperate for something Matty no longer wanted, no longer needed.

Tuesday: being asked if he wanted another jumper when he began trembling from a sudden drop in his body temperature—a byproduct of his change in metabolism and body weight—and Ross ignoring Matty’s decline and pulling his own to push over Matty’s head. Adam helping force Matty’s arms through the sleeves.

Monday: waking up to George’s hand gently resting on his stomach and head resting on Matty’s shoulder. Matty was still able to smell the whispers of the tall grass on his pillowcase beside the smell of George’s new rosemary shampoo.

From the clothesline, Matty could see the dining area through the large, square, single-paned window. To the right was a smaller, porthole-like window that hovered above the sink and currently framed Ross as he did the washing up. George was sitting at the dining table, leaning on both his elbows, and Adam was sitting in the chair opposite George but turned to face the kitchen.

All the windows were closed and Matty couldn’t hear them, but he knew the look of joy and comfort well enough on his friends’ faces to still be able to track the conversation.To know the way George’s shoulders shook with each choppy laugh, only growing louder—Ross or Adam continuing to riff and getting him to lean back in his chair or tip forward and fall to the side. To hear the steady bubble of Ross’s laughter that, with the warmth of his happiness, sometimes sounded like it was muffled orunderwater. To track the body language of his friends—across two windowpanes—and see the exhales of spent laughter and know that was the moment Adam was going to slip in another joke and get them going again.

Now, Matty had Sunday: observing joy from the outside and realizing it wasn’t as foreign to him as he once thought; Matty’s brain didn’t process it as a possibility of social torture or discomfort—or disappointment.

#andfacedown fic preview #if i believe you fic #gatty fic #gatty #thank you pnl for your support cheerleading and (most recently) title help ur a star xo gift basket on the way

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yallcantread · 1 year

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If you haven’t yet I highly recommend you read this article. (Link in quote) interviewer also confirmed his relationship with Taylor Swift.

It’s almost like he saw my blog post about me ranting how none of this matters. Life’s kinda crazy innit?

Here’s part of the article where he addresses the podcast/The Adam Friedland show situation/Ice Spice.

“On “The Adam Friedland Show,” Healy and the hosts roamed more or less randomly around the cultural landscape, cracking jokes. One of the hosts asked if the rapper Ice Spice, who is of Nigerian and Dominican descent, was an Inuit Spice Girl, and the group then did crude approximations of an Inuit accent, veering from vaguely Chinese to quasi-Hawaiian.

Later, he laughed as the hosts did impressions of hypothetical Japanese guards at German concentration camps. He joked about watching the brutal porn channel Ghetto Gaggers. After the episode went up, outraged headlines and furious tweets—“matty healy, how are you getting on stage every night and mocking toxic masculinity and then going on a podcast and undoing the whole thing by being wildly ignorant, misogynistic, homophobic, racist, everything else under the sun”—predictably ensued.

I asked him about the podcast. He’d been doing so much promo, he told me, that he wanted to do something that felt more like simply talking with his friends. But, of course, he had done this all in public, on mike. Had he baited his fans on purpose? “A little bit,” he said. “But it doesn’t actually matter. Nobody is sitting there at night slumped at their computer, and their boyfriend comes over and goes, ‘What’s wrong, darling?’ and they go, ‘It’s just this thing with Matty Healy.’ That doesn’t happen.”

“Maybe it does,” I said. “If it does,” he said, “you’re either deluded or you are, sorry, a liar. You’re either lying that you are hurt, or you’re a bit mental for being hurt. It’s just people going, ‘Oh, there’s a bad thing over there, let me get as close to it as possible so you can see how good I am.’ And I kind of want them to do that, because they’re demonstrating something so base level.””

Part of the interview speaking on Taylor and Matty’s relationship. I hope people give them the space and best wishes they deserve. Many fans of hers have been hoping he does something bad to her so she realizes he’s no good for her? It’s quite disgusting.

“In May, tabloids reported that Healy and Swift were an item. Both of them, onstage during their respective tours, seemed to conspicuously mouth the words “This is about you, you know who you are, I love you.” Healy flew from the Asia leg of his tour, in the Philippines, to attend Swift’s show in Nashville. There was chatter, online, that it was a joke, or a publicity stunt, or perhaps simply two ardent self-chroniclers gathering material about intertwined egos for devastating pop albums to come. Neither of their representatives would comment on the record, but I kept getting texts from people who knew them, and who insisted: this time, it’s real.”

#matty healy #matty healy icons #taylor and matty #taylor swift #the 1975 #the 1975 at their very best #the new yorker #ice spice

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If your still taking requests, 5 with Edwards pls?

yes i am!

sorry this took so long, i had a tough time thinking of a good plot. i hope you enjoy this!

5: i’m not mad

you sat crying on your couch as audrey and matty tried comforting you. it was your daughters play and her father hadn’t made it, not even for the last ten seconds or the dinner you had after.

obviously, you knew marrying a hockey player would be hard with them travelling so often. but if your daughters uncles could come in and watch their niece’s play why couldn’t her father.

“i don’t know what to do anymore, i’ve tried talking to him and he promises to be there. but when the time comes he isn’t,” you cried. ethans michigan teammates adored ellie as soon as they met her your freshman year.

they all took turns looking after her so that you and ethan could go out. nothing had changed over the years, they would all come visit when they played the devils and in lukes come over every friday for a movie marathon.

after ellies play the team had come over to yours and ethans apartment to help put ellie to bed. it was evident that your daughter was upset about her fathers absence, but she put on a brave face for her aunts and uncles.

“the thing is i’m not even mad. i’m upset, not fro me but for ellie. she justs wants her father here to watch her plays or come for her games but he’s never there and i’ve tried so hard to get him there but he just never listens.”

the rest of the team came down from putting ellie to bed and made themselves comfortable on your couch. what they didn’t know was that ethan had come back from the rink and heard everything you said.

he forgot today was ellie’s play. when he signed with luke he was ecstatic to play in the nhl, but when everyone found out he had a wife and kid the pressure became too much. he felt like he had to prove to the league that he was good enough to play.

“daddy!” ellie exclaimed as she came running down the staircase. everyone else straightened up their acts and put on a smile for the little girl, you wiped your eyes and met your family at the door.

ethan held his daughter close to him and closed his eyes in content “hey princess, how was the play?” he asked. ellie smiled up at her father and began telling him everything that he missed “big dog recorded the whole thing!” she exclaimed.

“at first we asked uncle thom, but he was too short,” she tried whispering. thomas stuck his tongue out at your daughter. “its not my fault the lady in front was wearing such high heels,” he defended.

“now tell me little missy, what are you doing up so late?” ethan asked. ellie looked down at the floor and you knew immediately that she had a bad dream, “hey pumpkin its okay, everyone has bad dreams sometimes,” you reassured your daughter.

ethan looked up and gave you a small smile “now ellie, why doesn’t uncle luke take you upstairs to fight off the monsters while mummy and i talk for a little?” he asked his daughter. ellie looked over at her uncle luke and reached over for him to carry her.

luke took his niece upstairs as the others followed, promising to fight off any monster and protect princess ellie.

“I’m sorry,” ethan started. you looked at him and nodded.

“I know.”

“no. y/n/n, i never meant to leave you and ellie alone everyday. i just wanted to prove that i deserved to be on the team and that i can support my family,”

“i know ethan. but it doesn’t make the fact that i have to watch our daughters face fall everytime you’re not there with us. i don’t want our children to grow up without their father there to celebrate every achievement.”

ethan grabbed your fingers between his “children. as in more than one?” he whispered. you gave him a small nod, “i wanted to tell you tonight with ellie and the boys. I found out two days ago.”

your husband picked you up and kissed your lips “y/n/n i know i screwed up now with ellie. but i promise to be there for her and our new baby, i want our family to feel like a family again.” he whispered.

#ethan edwards #umich hockey #luke hughes

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septembersghost · 1 year

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The reason why this is bothering me is also because she is literally with a man who was doing nazi salute, is a racist, is a misogynist while she herself spoke up against it and said " There’s literally nothing worse than white supremacy. It’s repulsive. There should be no place for it." As a POC WHY IS SHE WITH A MAN WHO DID THIS WHEN SHE HERSELF IS AGAINST IT? Dont even get me started on the disgusting comments he made about her

i know it, and i hear you all and share in this distress and empathize so much, it's just really hard because we can't affect or change it, which makes me unsure where we go from here.

my inbox was overflowing, but i didn't publicly talk much about the breakup because i was hesitant to speak about something we honestly have next to no information about, and for me (i know a lot of fans haven't felt this way, and that's fine, just speaking for myself), joe has never done anything to warrant vilifying him that we can concretely point to. inferences from surprise songs don't actually tell me anything. inferences from PR-speak articles don't either. i cannot claim to know what he/she/they did or said or what happened between them that ended their relationship, nor do i feel it's my place to do so. i can also admit honestly that i fell into the trap of romanticizing, because the songs she wrote were so beautiful and moving that it captivated my hopeless romantic heart in wanting to believe it would last and in rooting for their happiness (and some of that is projection, which i can also admit, because i don't know what it's like to experience a love like that, so it was a golden ideal in my head). if we eventually get more information or the situation changes in some way, then we can discuss it more, but as it stands, joe's only "crime" is...not being able to cope with the intense spotlight anymore? being too introverted (an accusation that hurts my feelings personally lol)? not showing up for her (definitely would be an issue)? we have no real idea, but to our knowledge, he also has no abusive or harmful behavior on record, and i'm still grateful she had him in her life, and that their love existed, and that the music still exists forever.

matty's whole deal is...like the opposite? which maybe that's what she's seeking right now, again, we don't and can't know. but it would be one thing if he was, like, a ~bad boy~ reputation with no verifiably harmful words and actions, and that isn't the case. he's said and done rancid stuff, and it's off-putting and confusing at the least, repulsive and bigoted at the worst.

i assume the misogynistic comments he made about her (which! ironically fans were accusing joe of thinking somehow, even though he's never once said anything close to that. um?), he apologized for or they worked out amongst themselves years ago directly, and i said this to animalanon in a comment yesterday (😞 we love you, animalanon!), but the problem here is that, while there absolutely should be space to forgive people for mistakes and for grace following growth and recognition and whatever apology might be warranted - if matty had only done these things when he was in his twenties, i'd say, hey, people change, let's not immediately judge here, but it's all very recent. we're not discussing antics from a decade ago, we're discussing abhorrent comments from, like, six weeks ago. what he said about harry, what he said about ice spice which then extended into further racism, the n/zi salute, the edgelord behavior, it's all current, and the closest thing he did as far as remorse goes was an "i'm sorry if you're offended" apology, which isn't an actual apology. so. yeah. it's not great!

(i'm also very selfishly sad as a fan that all of this has taken away from tour and the celebration of her career and now even the joy for SNTV, which we've been waiting for so excitedly!)

he 100% deserves to be called out on these things, and we should question her willingness to associate herself with him when the things he has done are antithetical to everything she says she stands for and has spoken against. idk it feels demoralizing and helpless since there's nothing we can do but watch it unfold and hope for the best (she comes to her senses and emerges unscathed). we can allow her room to be human and flawed while still disagreeing (and feeling concern, which i do) where need be.

#it's ick and upsetting and i wish i could help you all but we're stuck in the same boat #anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches #it's also almost comical if it weren't gross because she is so gorgeous and talented and could likely have any man in the world #*HIM*?!?! girl???#as a mutual said:#'I want her to find all the love and happiness she deserves'#'preferably with someone who doesn't make me physically recoil at the sight of them'

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I have so many theories that doesn't make sense and are just gut feelings. One them is about Down Bad. Remember when deuxmoi said Taylor was at Harry's show in London i think? It was mid june? So...

Fortnight shows that the guy saves her from the torture. Harry pulls her out of the matty situation after he leaves (i still believe the last time they saw eachother was before the 20th May show and they weren't seen together again which makes me think if harry had something to do with other than just being there for her after he used and left her)

Deuxmoi says there were Taylor sighting at Harry's show in London so they may have started talking late may. Maybe she contacted him again and this time he didn't push her away. So it'd make sense that she felt love bombed "rocked her world" as she says in the audio for Down Bad. But it only lasted for a fortnight. Because after she visited him and came back TR was spotted with Jeff according to the timeline. So she may have felt betrayed again that's why she's so angry.

Down Bad was recorded on 29 June.

Also she mentions is CSSM that he needed drug more than her which i think is referring to this time period more like the last few months and I saw a lot readers and blinds say that he was doing too much drugs. Or it could be a metaphor and bait and switch to make it look like it's about matty

Either Down Bad is about Harry or I'm reaching and it's about mh

Also we don't know when CSSM was written and it mentions him marrying someone from the internet (which may be a reference to TR or mh gf who is a internet persona i think idk) but it ties back to the 1 so it's obviously about Harry. Then again most of the songs seem like they're about more than one person so i don't really know. And the way maylors are trying to claim every song from the past as mh is so annoying and I live Taylor's business strategy but i sometimes hate how she lets people be so obviously to haylor and this fandom is also allergic to her writing about Harry. They don't believe she would be writing about him for all these years and i think that's one of the topic of BDILH

I suspect the Haylor fortnight is before MH and Joever went public, I think when Harry was in NY for the MSG residency and they both attended TIFF. Probably when Harry started wearing the Peace Ring again 7 September 2022 - 10 October 2022.

I suspect they got back together in May 2023, but it didn’t last. MH wasn’t seen with Taylor after

Maylor was last seen on 12 May 2023 the same day there were blinds he was talking badly about Taylor so I think it was over then. The 18 May sighting was without photos, never reported together again.

Then on the Haylor anniversary 20 May she said her life finally made sense and question brought happy memories before playing it.

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Totally unrelated to most of the stuff you post but on the topic of your Taylor explanation just and your comment about not rlly buying the variants anymore-

I’m a fan of her music for sure but the way they sell variants just really gets me. I mean there is absolutely NO NEED. The way they release the original on presale first so everyone gets it and then they release each variant individually with a different song on it saying it’s “exclusive” and “only going to be available for 70 hours” or something like that, only for them to be repeatedly restocked and then eventually made widely available in indie record stores. Like it’s just straight up lying for money??? That they don’t need. And THEN releasing the same vinyl records with signed inserts so that people buy the SAME record. Again. It’s so incredibly tone deaf and exploitative idk Ik it’s a choice to variant collect but it’s just milking people for no reason. And I know so many other labels do it but none do it NEARLY as bad as it is done for Taylor swift. And Ik it’s not like it’s under her control or whatever but she has so much money and influence that she ABSOLUTELY could do something about it if she wanted to or cared in the slightest ygwim?? I am a vinyl collector but I honestly find it hard to even bring myself to get one version of her albums bc of this. And like considering a lot of her audience is so young as well idk it rlly rubs me up the wrong way. And each one gets posted on the Instagram with love hearts and a cute picture and it’s just like 🥳🩷🤩buy this too!😂😇💕. Idk Ik so many artists do it but like influence wise she’s not really at the mercy of her label ig?? At least not to the extent that she couldn’t make moves to combat it if she wanted?? Anyways that rlly put me off ig (I’m still a fan though can’t help myself). Also Ik this is soo unrelated to your account and you ABSOLUTELY don’t have to respond to this if you don’t want to. I just saw that other post and it made me think about it.

Alsoooo any clues on the fic being posted tomorrow 🫢?? 🥹🥹 I ask like I have a favourite but I will very much be excited at ANY update I won’t lie

AND I’m dying at the fact we are HALF WAY through all the kings horses??!? Idk if I can handle not having a new chapter each Friday. But also excited for fictional Matty and George to get together and possibly be happy even (crazy thought Ik)??

Oh my gosh thank you for sending me this super long ask! This is another one I debated answering because I don't want to start any kind of fights or cause any kind of issues or drama. Also, as always I do want to say that these opinions are my OWN and are based on how I feel and I am not saying that I am *right* or that someone else is *wrong*. I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything, just tossing in my two cents / my perspective.

Even though I'm not a *huge* fan of Taylor anymore, and have felt like I have outgrown Taylor Swift the Brand, I do still enjoy her music (for the most part) but I 100% get the million variations thing from a marketing / sales prospective? Like it sucks but that's business and if people are going to keep buying them they're going to keep making them. As a businesswoman these days I would expect nothing less. Let get that money!

HOWEVER, I know Billie Eilish got a lot of flack for her comments about vinyl variations and then also having a billion of them for her new album, and while I'm not really a fan of her music (I think she's talented she's just not really my vibe) I did think it was cool that regardless of how her comments were misinterpreted she put all her variations on sale at the same time and the track listings were all the same, therefore giving fans the opportunity to just choose and purchase their favorite colors instead of scrambling because something is "limited edition" but not really. Maybe not as good for the seller since the panicked demand isn't there, but that does make for a more pleasant experience as the buyer. Also yay bundled shipping!

Even though it was probably a let down, I hope you enjoyed the sick fic I posted today - I don't think anyone guessed that would be the fic updated so maybe I can still be surprising haha

Hehe I'm so happy that you're enjoying All the King's Horses! That is currently my favorite fic and I am so absolutely obsessed with it and having so much fun working on it! I love horses and the boys SO MUCH and I am so excited to continue sharing their story 🩵 We're roughly halfway through- a few chapters might get added because I don't know if I'll be ready to leave the yet when the time comes haha I'm very excited Fictional!George is going to take Fictional!Matty on a date soon, it's going to be very sweet and very them.

Thank you so much for sending me this ask and for reading and your continued support! I hope I answered it in a satisfactory way that doesn't ruffle anyones feathers too badly! I want to keep my blog a happy positive space when possible! (Heartbreak fanfic not included in that happy statement haha) I hope your Tuesday is going well and that you have a great week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #questions #all the king's horses #equestrian au #in sickness and in health #sickfic #i hope its okay if we move away from some of the taylor topics #i know i was the one that initially brought it up #but some of the complex feelings surrounding it are kinda bumming me out #like i wanna be carefree and eighteen again #not twenty eight and like... having to adult lol #lets talk about noah kahan lol

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