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For Better or For Worse - Ross MacDonald One Shot
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You stand anxiously at the side of the stage, Joel is next to you, although he leaves occasionally when Ross needs a different bass, but soon enough he's back by your side. You're thankful he's here, his shoulders graze yours and it's enough comfort to ease you slightly. The real comfort you need is performing on the stage in front of you. You know he'd also be thankful that Joel has stepped in to give you some support.
Joel watches as you wince when Ross does, how you suck in air through your teeth when pain covers his face. Your eyes rarely leave the blue band wrapped around his bicep, only flicking down to his hand when he flexes it, another thing causing him trouble as of late.
"What does the tape do again?" You ask Joel, probably the 10th time you've asked him. He isn't a medical professional by any means, but Ross has told him what the medics had told him, so he could tell you, knowing you'd worry.
"it prevents the overstretching and over contracting of injured muscles to stop his injuries getting worse" he says, sounding as if he had memorised it from a book.
You watch as Ross flinches again and you copy him "it's clearly not working". The song comes to an end and he flexes his hand again. You know Joel needs to give Ross a different bass but you stop him momentarily.
"Can you give him these?" You say, fishing the painkillers his doctor gave him out of your bag and popping two pills. Joel smiles before leaving you, bass (and painkillers) in hand.
You watch as Ross smiles a weak smile at you, walking over to his drink, which is usually some type of alcohol but is now replaced with water, and he takes the tablets. You feel slightly better after that, enjoying the show for a little while, your husband looking less pained.
But it's not long until it creeps back over his features and you sigh.
"What he needs it rest..." You hear behind you, turning to see Jamie who smiles before he hugs you.
"Rich coming from the guy that's got them fully booked until next March" you say but despite your words he laughs, knowing they didn't have venom behind them.
"Wasn't counting on him to get an injury" he says and you can tell he too is worried.
"He's still amazing though don't you think?" Jamie nods. He never falters despite being in pain and being injured and you feel proud watching him. But you are worried for him.
"He's resting as much as he can and he's taking his painkillers as prescribed and the tape seems to be helping" Jamie says but before he's gotten his words out you both watch as Ross removes the tape. You don't know why, perhaps it's irritating him, but whatever the reason is, it doesn't stop you from silently scolding him.
You wait until the very end of the show, watching him walk to the other side of the stage and waving to the fans there before he comes back to your side. He walks towards you with a smile, but he looks exhausted. Despite being a little mad at him you open your arms so he can step into them. He leans down to tuck his head into your neck and you place a kiss on his cheek.
"Did amazing sweetheart" you say and he hums against you.
"Let's get you back to the bus, we can put ice on your arm" you say and he pulls back to smile at you.
"What would I do without you hmm?" He asks and you chuckle, hand coming up to brush the stray hairs away from his slightly sweaty face.
"Fester" you say and he chuckles.
He wraps his arm around your shoulders but you hear him wince and remove it immediately.
"Fuck sake, can't even hold my girl" he exclaims, annoyed with the whole situation. You pout at him, feeling truly sympathetic towards him, not wanting him to be in any sort of pain ever, but knowing that wasn't realistic.
"Come here" you say, leaning up slightly and kissing him softly before gently rounding his other side and taking his other injured hand in yours. He smiles at you and you walk to the bus.
You offer to help him shower but he insists he can do it himself (after much rebuttal from you). Whilst he's in there you read up about other ways to help him. You help him get changed into a baggy jumper reading that tight clothing can make muscle injuries worse. You bring an ice pack wrapped in a towel to his arm and hold it for him, he smiles at you whilst you do, noting how concentrated you are. You hold it there for a while, whilst you speak about various things.
"Okay I was reading up ways to help you and it says to elevate your arm" you say and he slowly lifts it, resting it on the back of the sofa behind your head, quietly flinching at the pain that shoots up to his shoulder. But once he's still the pain dissipates and he's back to smiling at you.
"Thank you for doing this love" he says, leaning down to kiss you gently.
"You're welcome... For better or for worse, in sickness and in health right?" You say and Ross chuckles.
"Don't remember you saying that in your vows love... I vividly remember you saying you promise to always give me Guinness, to never make me explain football.... Oh and there was something about telling everyone I'm the hottest member of the 1975" you jib his stomach lightly at his jesting not expecting him to chuckle which in turn makes him flinch.
"shit" he swears at the new onslaught of pain.
"Ross I'm so sorry" you say, rising up slightly, eyes never leaving him to make sure he's okay.
"I'm okay love, I'm okay" he swears, hand pulling you back closer to him. "This is kicking my butt a little bit huh?" He asks and you nod as you frown at him. "Got you to look after me though hmm?" You nod "my little nurse" that makes you chuckle.
"I could get an outfit if you'd like" you say and he physically has to hold back his laughter to stop himself from hurting more.
"Love you're killing me here" he says with a soft chuckle pressing his lips to your head.
"Some wife I am..." You say as you sink to his chest.
"Shh don't say that... You're the best, all worried about me and looking up ways to help me" he says, pressing another kiss to your head.
"Well we can't have you making yourself worse and not being able to perform" you say and feel him nod above you. You crane your neck to look at him and he briefly leans down to kiss you.
"I know love..." He says.
"Besides, we gotta make sure Daddy's fit and healthy as can be when baby macdonald arrives" you say and it makes him smile widely, his left hand moving to rest against your bump. Gone are the days where that singular word would make him smirk like a schoolboy, gone are the days where that word would make him hold in his laughter. The word now, 4 months in, makes him smile widely and his heart swells in his chest, heart beating rapidly, looking forward to the day when his little girl says the same word.
"That we do" he says, the baby kicks against his palm, so attuned to her father.
"Although I'm convinced you'll always be fit" you say and he chuckles again.
"Even when I'm grey and old?" He asks.
"Especially then" you say. He laughs loudly, his whole body shaking, arm hurting him again.
"Think you're going to have to go away if you keep making me laugh love" he says, making you pout.
"I'm joking, my love" he says with a kiss to your lips.
"I swear to god if Matty changes the setlist one more time and makes you play something hard I'm going to kill that man" you say and Ross shakes his head as he smiles.
"We wouldn't want that... Who would be baby Mcdonalds godfather then?" He says, chucking at the way you exhale deeply.
"Literally anyone else Ross..." You say and he smiles.
"I love you so much" he says.
“I love you too, now hold still' you say, placing the ice back onto his arm. The pain eases from his face again and you smile, glad it's helping.
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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader - best friends to lovers.
Summary: Fluff! You and Eddie have been best friends for years now but than unspoken feelings start coming to light.
Warnings: No use of y/n, smoking, swearing. Please tell me if I forgot any!
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Eddie closes his locker and turns to face you.
“Hey, did you do today’s homework?” He looks at you.
You sigh. “don’t even get me started on it, I did like one page and than I got bored.” You laugh.
Eddie chuckles. “Can I get the one page you did?”
You roll your eyes and smile slightly. “Yeah, sure.”You grab your book so he can copy your answers.
Eddie never does his homework, you’re always the one doing it for you both but you don’t really mind. That’s what best friends are for right? To help each other out.
“Thanks, I owe you.” Eddie smiles.
“That’s what you always say.” You smile back at him.
The school bell rings, you sigh as you grab your bag from the ground ready to head to your last class of the day.
“You wanna hang out after class? I got the good stuff with me again.” He grins while whispering the last part of the sentence.
“Yeah, the usual spot?” You grin back at him.
“Yeah of course, but I’ll just wait for you at your locker.” He answers.
“Okay okay, I’ll see you after class than.” You smile while you turn around and start walking to your class. You hear Eddie say a quick bye as he walks the other way to his class.
You and Eddie sadly don’t have many classes together, you’re always stuck being bored in between all the snobs in your class. Just as right now. You don’t have that many friends, Eddie is your only real friend and you’re happy to have him, to be able to call him your best friend.
You’re waiting for the time to pass so class can be over but it’s taking way to long. The endless talking of your teacher boring you to death. You could definitely fall asleep right now if you wanted too. After what seems an eternity the bell finally rings and you grab your stuff quickly and head out.
Eddie is already waiting at your locker when he sees you approach him. “There you are.” He smiles.
You walk over to him and lean against your locker as you sigh. “that was so fucking boring.”
“Tell me about it, Mr. Clark gave me this whole bullshit speech about not having my homework finished again.” He sighs as he looks at you.
You give him a look of sympathy as you smile. “Yeah we could really use some of that good stuff that you brought with.”
“Yeah, we really do. Let’s get out of here.” Eddie says as he starts walking.
You guys always go to the same spot. A spot behind the football field in the woods. It’s calm and no one usually comes there expect the two of you, so you made it your usual hang out spot.
As you walk next to him you look at Eddie, you don’t know why, you just like looking at him. The way his hair flows in the wind, the way his eyes are so focused on the space around him. You don’t think he notices but he does, he always does. Just like you always notice him staring at you.
“Why’re you looking at me?” Eddie says as he faces you.
You turn your face to the ground as you feel your cheeks heating up slightly. You look back at him, “can’t I look at you?”
“I mean yeah you can, but you just stared at me for like a good 5 seconds.” He chuckles.
You roll your eyes and smile slightly. “So? You stare at me all the time, it’s not that weird.”
You can see Eddie starting to blush slightly when you tell him that. “I don’t stare, I just glance.” He responds.
“Sure.” You say sarcastically while turning back to look in front of you.
After a moment of silence he speaks up. “You’re just easy to look at.”
You smile. “Well same goes for you.” You say while turning to look at him again.
“I’m not that good looking.” He says while he brushes his hair to the side as he walks.
“Shut up Eddie, you know you are. You also know that I find you good looking so don’t say that bullshit.” You laugh.
“True, I also think you’re very pretty.” He grins.
You blush slightly as you roll your eyes.
“You’re blushing now.” Eddie says teasingly.
“Yeah no shit.” You smile.
“I’m gonna be honest, you’re too damn cute when you’re flustered.” He turns to look at you with a smile.
You laugh. “You’re only gonna fluster me more if you keep this shit up.”
You walk over to the bench, your hang out spot, and sit down.
“Fine, I’ll stop flirting with you, for now.” Eddie sits down on the bench next to you.
You roll your eyes at the “for now” as you look at him.
“Hey, at least I said for now instead of never.” Eddie laughs.
“Fair enough.” You laugh too.
Eddie looks at you as he leans back against the bench.
“You wanna smoke now?” You smile.
Eddie sits back up. “Sure, let me grab it.” He searches in his bag and pulls out a joint and a lighter. “Gotcha” he says laughing. He lights it up and takes a hit, inhaling the smoke and blowing it out sighing. “Yeah I really needed that.” He hands it over to you.
“Thanks.” You grin as you also take a hit.
You hand it back to Eddie and he takes another hit from the joint.
“What else are we gonna do?” He looks at you and hands you back the joint again.
You take another hit and exhale the smoke. “I don’t know, get high I guess?” You laugh.
Eddie laughs along with you before taking another puff from the joint. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
He hands it over to you again “This is some good stuff.”
“I know, it’s the best. It immediately works. The guy I got it from said it worked wonders.” Eddie says laughing.
You and Eddie make eye contact for a few seconds before you turn away and look in front of you.
“You wanna hear a fun fact?” He says randomly.
You laugh. “Sure.”
“Do you know the song ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’ by ‘The Offspring’?” He says looking at you.
“Yeah duh.” You say.
“So you know the part that says. The kids are alright, the kids are alri-i-ight.” He sings the lyrics and you giggle a little as he continues talking “I just recently learned that there’s a deeper meaning to the line other than just telling us that the kids are doing alright.”
“And that is?” You raise your eyebrow.
Eddie inhales again and pauses for a second.
“That line is basically telling us that the kids are not alright, the world around them is crumbling apart and they aren’t fully aware of why.”
You just look at him for a second before you burst out laughing.
He looks at you confused as he says “what’s so funny?”
“Well isn’t that fucking obvious.” You continue laughing.
“Why is that so goddamn funny?” Eddie says as he looks at you and also starts laughing.
“I don’t know I guess it’s the weed. I just can’t stop laughing.” You say while coming down from the laughter.
“Yeah yeah, blame it on the weed.” He chuckles.
Eddie smiles at you as he takes another puff and then passes the joint back to you.
After a moment of silence he speaks up again. “I swear, you’re too adorable when you’re laughing.”
You chuckle. “Well I guess we’re back to flirting now.”
“It’s not flirting I’m just telling you the truth.” Eddie holds in the smoke for a second before letting it out as he grins at you.
You grin back as you roll your eyes.
Eddie looks up at the sky. “Hey, you wanna just lay down and look up at the clouds?”
“Sure why not.” You say smiling.
Eddie lies down on the grass and looks up at the clouds. “This is actually really soothing.”
You lay down next to him. “It is, especially when your high as fuck.”
You both laugh and look at each other.
“You aren’t wrong.” He sighs peacefully as he looks back at the sky.
You can’t help but stare at Eddie, he looks so peaceful looking up at the clouds. You smile as you turn back to look up at the sky too.
“Hey, do you see that cloud? It looks like a bunny.” Eddie points to a cloud he’s looking at.
You move closer to him to see where he’s pointing at. If only you could hear Eddie’s heart going faster right now. “No it doesn’t.” You turn your head a little. “Oh wait it actually does.” You laugh.
Eddie chuckles. “It’s all about the angle babe.”
You blush at the nickname, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“This is probably the most peaceful I’ve been for a long time.” He says after a few minutes.
You look at Eddie again and smile. “I know me too.”
Eddie turns back at you as he smiles. “Hey..”
“Yeah?” You make eye contact.
Eddie looks down at the grass and looks back up at you. “Y’know.. You’re kinda cute when you don’t realize it.”
You look back up at the sky and than back to Eddie. “Stop this Eddie, you don’t have to keep saying these things.” You smile at him and your cheeks are getting red again.
“Just saying the truth.” Eddie looks over at you as his face slowly turns red too. “Well.. I mean.. you are.. like actually adorable.” Eddie looks down at the grass, embarrassed and blushing really hard.
You’re blushing like crazy too now. “I know you tell me that like six times a day.” You giggle.
Eddie sighs and looks back at you. “Oh whatever, I’m still gonna keep telling you. Same goes for me telling you that you’re pretty, beautiful, amazing.”
“I know you will.” You smile softly.
After a not too long but comfortable silence Eddie sits up. “I really need to tell you something.”
He looks nervous, scared even.
You also sit up. “What is it Eddie?” You look a little nervous too now. Not knowing what to expect.
“Well, I’ve kinda had the biggest crush on you for forever honestly.” Eddie’s face turns red instantly.
Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You want to kiss him, tell him you’ve been in love with him for years. You never thought Eddie would feel the same way as you do, even with all the flirting and stuff. We’re you really that blind to see he was into you too this whole time?
You stutter trying to find the right words to say. “I’m…” you look at him not knowing what to say.
Eddie just can’t speak, he’s never felt so nervous in his life. “Do.. you feel the same way..?” He finally speaks up.
You look at him and smile. “I’ve been in love with you for years dumbass.” You giggle.
Eddie sighs of relief and laughs a little. “God I thought I was about to die, the anticipation was killing me.”
You laugh. “I’m sorry, you had me frozen there for a minute.”
You fidget with your hands as you look up at him. “I never thought you felt the same, I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long but I thought that would just ruin our friendship so I kept quiet for so long.”
Eddie looks you in the eyes as he smiles. “How could I not feel the same when there’s so much to love about you? Your eyes.. and your laugh.. and the way you tease people.. and your beautiful smile and I could go on and on.” He says laughing.
“I’m really happy you feel the same way.” He keeps the eye contact.
“Me too.” You smile.
Eddie holds your gaze for a few seconds before he leans in and kisses you. You immediately kiss him back. After a few seconds you back away for air and he looks at you smiling. You kiss him again and he puts his hand on your cheek while his other hand caresses your back. You feel him smile into the kiss and you do the same. When you both back away he can’t help but smile his brightest smile. He intertwines your hands and you look at him as you kiss his cheek.
“I just felt like you needed to know, and if I didn’t tell you all that, I was gonna regret it for the rest of my life.” Eddie looks at you.
“And I’m damn happy you did.” You giggle.
Eddie grins. “And you make one hell of a kisser, you’re like.. the best kiss I’ve ever had.”
You smile. “Shut up.” you push his chest slightly. “You’re gonna make me never ending blush.”
Eddie laughs. His free hand stroking your hand that’s intertwined with his. “Soooo… does this mean that we’re, you know….” He looks you in the eyes.
“You mean a couple?” You laugh.
“Yeah I mean a couple.” He responds immediately.
“Yes Eddie Munson, you are my boyfriend.”
“And you are my girlfriend.”
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Ahhhhh this is my first fic! I really hope y’all liked it and please give me feedback or any ideas for future fics if you want!
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All I Need
Chapter 9
A/N: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS CHAPTER! Thanks for waiting patiently...I hope this helps after the last one ;)♥ Thanks guys, you're awesome! Happy reading!
Warnings: ANGST, almost panic attack, crying, anxiety, BUT ALSO fluff, jealousy, people in love <;3 typos
Word count: 6.6 K
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Two weeks later Matty left…
Matty walked in circles around the tent the band had as a green room for the festival. He couldn’t stay still. The past weeks took a toll on him. Barely talking with Y/n and Amelia, they did a few FaceTimes, although they ended being counterproductive. Amelia got fussy, Y/n and him couldn’t really talk.
Every moment he had to spear alone, Matty constantly repeated his conversations with Y/n and the broken voice of Amelia calling him to stay home. His heart broke a little more every single time.
He brushed his hair back, anxiously. George stared at him, watching how he went from one side to the other of the little space. Matty resembled a tiger trapped inside a cage. Ready to bit, to fight, to take his anger out.
“Alright, mate?” Ross tried to ask him.
“Yeah, yeah.” Matty answered mindlessly, out of habit.
George got tired of his mate’s behaviour, “Matty!”
“What?” he didn’t stopped moving.
“Sit down.” George demanded.
“I can’t…”
“Did you get some sleep?” Matty snorted as an answer.
Matty was well aware the guys were staring at him due to his behaviour. Although nothing inside him was still or even want to be. On the other hand, he wanted to scream or do something that take all the angsty feelings from his chest.
“I don’t want to go there.” Matty admitted, his words sharing his sincere feelings.
The frontman let all the air out of his lunges, while running his hands through his curls. He tried to get rid of the pressure on his chest. Matty tried to hold back the tears threatening to come out. He needed to talk with Y/n even when he knew that option wasn’t possible.
The guys shared a couple of worried looks. Adam was the bravest to ask, “On stage?”
“Mhm.” Matty hummed as a reply, rubbing his face.
“Why?” Adam asked this time. Something in his relaxed tone took part of Matty’s anxiety. His body moved closer, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force.
“I don’t trust myself.”
Matty had the strong feeling that once he was out there, with the fans cheering for him, his mind was going to be all over the place. Everything could happen then, and he wasn’t near the mental state to stop himself.
“You would do fine, Matty.” Adam stood up, reaching for his shoulder.
Matty shook his head, “I want to go home.”
“I know,” Adam voice coming from an empathic place, all of them knew what Matty was going through. “It’s the last one, and we’re all going home, okay?” he tried to encourage his friend.
“Yes.”
The frontman tried to keep his mind in check. Not matter how the show turned out, he was going straight back home. Back to Amelia and Y/n. Thinking about them lighten up something inside him.
“You can do it.” Adam stated, forcing Matty to look at his eyes.
“I can…do it.” The singer’s voice shaking at the same time he was making the impossible to prepare himself.
“Let go.” George’s voice came from behind Matty.
Time would tell.
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Matty swung the bottle of wine around on his right hand, while he held the microphone on the other. His steps uncoordinated, messy, his body threatening to fall at every step he took. George looked at Adam and Ross, asking silently. Adam tried to reassure him. It wasn’t
good, but it wasn’t that bad yet.
“Okay…” the frontman took another sip of wine. “This next…song-” Matty stopped when the wires got tangled. “It’s for- fuck-” he brushed back the small curls on his sweaty forehead. “Next song is for…you know who you are. This is for you, and only you, baby.”
Matty didn’t care he wasn’t making any sense. This was not for the crowd, this was for Y/n and only her; even when she wasn’t there, with him. Inside his clouded mind, Y/n was everything he could think about. Only her.
The first chord of ‘All I Need To Hear’ filled the air. Matty took another big gulp of wine. His tears polling at the corners of his eyes. He wanted to feel her skin against his again, her warmth, her loving stares and everything –only– Y/n can give him. Matty fell asleep during those weeks trying to remember all, getting frustrated because he couldn’t have it.
“When people are talking, I miss what they say” Matty sang, replying the conversations he didn’t listen to during the weeks after he left home. The boys had to snap him out of his daydreaming almost every time he was around them.
“'Cause it all means nothing, my dear” His voice was breaking with every word, Jamie and Polly tried to help him as best as they could. “If I can't be holding you near. So tell me you love me…'Cause that's all that I need to hear.”
Matty didn’t sit during the song. He moved around, drinking from the bottle and looking at the horizon turning to wild colours because the sun was setting down. His mind trying to think what Amelia and Y/n were doing at the same time back home, without him.
“'Cause I don't need music in my ears” Matty kept the song going. “I don't need the crowds and the cheers” shaking his head, stating his words. “Oh, just tell me you love me…'Cause that's all that I need to hear” the singer finished the verse speaking the words more than singing them.
When Matty had to sing the bridge, his knees gave up and Matty fell on the floor. He left the wine at his side, holding the microphone as if his life depended on it. “I've been told so many times before. But hearing it from you-” he moved the microphone to a side, feeling incapable to keep going. “Means much more, so much more” he concluded.
The urge to just left the stage was strong. Matty wasn’t ready to finish the song, even though he was against letting the fans down. He took a big breath and stood up.
“Oh, I don't care if you're insincere” Matty reached for the microphone stand, holding it as a walking stick. “Just tell me what I want to hear” Over the course of the weeks, Matty convinced himself that Y/n loved his as much as he loved her. They were meant to be, there wasn’t another option. “You know where to find me. The place where we lived all these years, oh” Matty looked up, recalling the different rooms of their home. He was every minute closer to be back. “And tell me you love me. That's all that I need to hear.” Matty’s body folded in half, leaning forward.
He couldn’t finish the song. Someone, probably Jamie, finished it for him.
As soon as the song died down, his feet were transporting him to the backstage. Matty was physically incapable to say goodbye to the fans. He had only one though in mind.
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When all the band members returned to the tent backstage, Matty lay plastered on the floor. His arm was over his eyes, shielding them from the strong lights hurting his eyes. Matty wanted to puke, but the solo idea of moving hurt through his bones.
George is the first one to check on him. He kneeled beside his friend. “What’s wrong?”
Matty groaned, trying to clear his mind to answer. He’s way too gone for that. George glanced around to the rest of the guys to try to found a solution to a problem he didn’t fully understand.
“Matty?” he asked again. Receiving no answer. “Can you stand up?”
“No.” Matty replied this time, feeling his mouth dry.
“Come on, mate. We need to go.” G urged him.
Matty gathered some strength to protest, “Can’t.”
“Come on.”
“I want Y/n.” Matty begged George. The drummer saw how some tears streamed down his cheeks.
George felt bad to remind his best friend about the current situation, “She’s…not here, mate.”
“I want her.” the frontman wasn’t having it though.
George knew it wasn’t the nicest thing to call this late, although they needed Matty to move. Desperate situations called for desperate measures. G took his phone out from his pocket, searching fast for Y/n’s number. He placed the phone closer to his ear.
“George?” Y/n picked right away, worrying sick, from the other end of the line.
It wasn’t something she was supposed to assumed out loud, not even for Grace, although she had been keeping tabs on Matty. The first few days she stayed out of social media, every single one. Her decision didn’t last long.
She had been tugging herself to sleep, after feeding and during Amelia’s routine, to then search desperately for any streaming or Instagram live of fans. Y/n missed Matty more every day that passed.
Reason why, Y/n saw the entire thing. Some fans were pissed with him, she was worried.
“Y/n, I’m sorry-” George tried to excuse his actions, Y/n didn’t have the time or patience to let him finish the sentence.
“What the fuck happened?” Y/n interrupted his rant. “Where is Matty?” she clung to the device so hard that her hands started to hurt.
“Did I wake you? I need your help but-”
“Please tell me nothing happened, George!” Y/n interrupted once more, she felt bad to shout to G but she was urged to know.
“We’re okay…Matty-”
“Where’s he?”
“Right in front of me.” George wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t communicate her the real state of Matty. “He’s only asking for you, doesn’t want to move. I’m sorry-”
She didn’t need to know more, “Put him on the phone, George.”
“Okay.” he kept the phone closer to his chest. “Matty, Y/n wants to talk with you.” the solo mention of her name, made Matty tried to sit up, falling miserably.
He groaned when his body came in contact with the floor again, he extended his hand towards George. His best friend gave him the device.
“Hello?” Matty let his sight wander up to the ceiling, blinking his eyes, trying to get rid of the dizziness.
“Fuck.” Y/n breath out, feeling slightly better that she was hearing his voice. “Are you okay, Matty?”
“Y/n-”
“Are you okay?” Something in her worried tone snapped Matty back to life. He glanced towards George and the rest of the boys.
“Not feeling my best but-”
“Matty, you need to listen to George now!” Y/n scolded him.
“I want you.”
“Matty, please…listen to me, I- I need you to listen to George. I need you safe, okay?”
“I want you, Y/n. I love you.” he was even more stubborn in this drunkenness state.
Y/n let the words slip through her lips, “I know, baby. I do too.” she smiled a little, knowing it was the first time she admitted it out loud; even though the priority at the moment was keeping Matty safe. “Please go with George, okay?”
“Mhm…would you be at our home when I get back?” Matty sat back up, with George and Ross’ help.
Y/n nodded even when he wasn’t capable to see her actions, “Yes, Amelia and I…we’re here, we’ll be here.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise Matty.”
The line didn’t cut down, Matty just threw the phone to a side. Y/n stayed plugged to the phone, listening to make sure George returned and helped Matty.
“Fine. George, get your ass back here, I can’t walk.” she heard Matty direct his best friend.
The sound of the device being picked from the floor loud on Y/n’s ear. “Thank you and I’m so sorry.” George’s voice travelled through the line.
“Please, get him some ibuprofen and water.” Y/n asked nicely this time.
“I’ll…I’ll keep you updated.”
“Thank you, G.”
Y/n left the phone on the bedside table, trying not to worry too much about Matty.
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Next morning
Grace and Y/n didn’t talk about it, but Amelia’s mother was aware that after the scandal with the articles –the pictures of her and George leaving the restaurant; and Matty with Daisy leaving the arena together–, Grace was adamant to stay at the house with Y/n and Amelia.
The silent gesture warmed Y/n’s heart. Having her best friend and godmother of her child close when she was trying to get through those hard weeks was a blessing. Y/n loved Grace to the core.
She swiped up once more, another video of Matty falling on stage similar to the one prior, showing him speaking on the verge of tears. Grace returned to the kitchen, scanning Y/n’s body. Her friend was sliding down, almost falling from the chair. Y/n wasn’t aware of it, she was too focused on the screen right in front of her eyes.
“Babe, stop scrolling through TikTok…” Grace instructed in a motherly tone.
Y/n didn’t look away, “I can’t help it.”
“I get that.” Grace approached her, extending her hand with the palm facing upwards. “Give me.” Y/n continue ignoring her, she wanted to keep watching the videos. “Fine.” Grace proceed to take it out from her reach.
“Give it back, mom.” Y/n stood up, coming face to face with Grace. Y/n’s best friend hid the phone behind her back, shaking her head no.
“No. I know it sucks but you have to wait and not keep watching him fall.” Grace was right.
“He looks…”
Grace didn’t let her find the right words. “He’s a mess.”
“And it's my fault.” Y/n announced. She had been feeling responsible for his state for a few days. She had been the one that didn’t want to address fully what happened between them, and Matty was obviously not okay with it. Like her.
“Partly…fuck, no-” Grace exposed her inner monologue. “He’s not a kid.”
“I need to see him in one piece, back home…”
“Why he’s not here already?”
“He wasn’t in the best shape to travel after the show, and something happened with the bus.” George kept her updated with every single move they made, even when Matty also did. The difference was that G added little ones of Matty’s state. “He’s going to be back tomorrow morning.”
Y/n tried to get back her phone, Grace dodge it successfully.
“Did you talk with him?”
“Shortly. He sounded busy…” Y/n huffed.
“I bet.” Grace didn’t want to be harsh or cynical about Matty, although he was getting on her bad side being the cause of Y/n’s current state. “I bumped into Paul the other day…” Grace tried to change the subject.
Y/n chuckled, “I don’t know if I want to know.”
“I yelled at him, of course.” Grace put the phone in her back pocket, walking towards the table.
“Grace…” Y/n made signals for her phone, it was her friend time to ignore it.
Y/n’s friend kept filling her in about this new topic, “He didn’t move a centimetre, it was funny.” Grace laughed for herself. “I asked him what he knew about the articles...” That piqued Y/n’s interest.
“What did he say?” Y/n went to sit in front of Grace at the other side of the table, defeated about her phone.
“Not much.”
“Well, I think he doesn’t get hate for it…good for him!” Y/n’s voice dripping sarcasm.
“It is calmer now, they moved to the next thing…”
Y/n rolled her eyes, “I really don’t care.”
“It’s good gossip!” Grace tried to gain her attention with it.
“I don’t-”
“Come on! Matty’s going to be here tomorrow…and you’re going to talk, and I’ll be gone.” Grace reassured Y/n.
“Are you going to leave?” she asked her friend, sensing how the information raised her anxiety.
“I don’t want to be present when you suck each other’s faces.” Grace sported a disgusted expression while talking.
Y/n blushed thinking about it, “We aren’t-”
“Oh, sure.” Grace faked believing it for a minute.
“We need to talk first!”
“Two seconds later, you’re smooching and creating a new baby.” Y/n laughed at her antics.
“Oh my god, Grace!”
“So cheer up…you’re going to get some soon…”
Y/n felt happy to have such a great friend cheering for her. She knew how Grace felt about Matty, although she kept her words and tried to just be there for her, to support her best friend. Grace deserved all the goodness of the world.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“I do. Tell me about the gossip.”
Grace didn’t need more encouragement, “Okay, so Harry Styles…”
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24 hours later
After two long days travelling after the last show, Matty saw the front yard of his house, feeling at home already. He couldn’t wait to see his baby and Y/n, he was even more desperate than two days before.
George went to knock at the door to say a quick hello to his goddaughter and her mother. Y/n opened the door with an excited child in her arms, looking all around to see her daddy.
“Morning.” George greeted Y/n when she came into view.
Y/n was truly happy to see the tall guy, “Hey!”
“Nice outfit, Y/n.” George teased her about the baggy clothes she used as a pyjama.
“Shut up, Daniels!” she stopped him, half hugging him.
Amelia screamed loud to be noticed by the grown-ups, “Orge!”
George opened his arms, making her laugh, “Hey, princess…I missed you.” Y/n let him took her little body on his embrace.
“Yes!” Amelia answered, clapping her hands in front of her eyes.
“Move George.” Matty made himself presence from behind his bandmate, with suitcase and guitar case in each hand.
The solo sound of his voice filled Y/n’s stomach of a bubbling feeling, and made Amelia overly excited
“Daddy!” the little Healy girl screamed louder.
After Matty left his baggage on the floor, ready to welcome Amelia, his eyes were full of tears. “Hi, mel-mel!” he said only to her, kissing the crown of her head.
“Hello daddy!” she exclaimed, still happy, on his neck.
“Oh, I missed you so much!” Matty squeezed her harder with his arms.
“Miss you.” Amelia said, surprising her parents and godfather.
“Mel!” George smile grew a few sizes, while the three of them cheered for her.
Y/n felt the urge to check the plans for later with the drummer, “George, if you can’t-” but Matty –who took notice of her when her voice reached his ears– interrupted.
“He can. Right, George?” Matty looked at his mate sternly. George didn’t have a real option to say no.
“Yes, Y/n. Don’t worry! I’ll be back in a few hours with Charli, and we’re going to have fun,
right Ames?” George tickled Amelia, making her chuckled loud.
“Yes!”
“I’m happy to help” George tried to reassure Y/n. He was aware Amelia’s parent needed to talk, and he was happy to help. “See you guys later.” He said.
After quick goodbyes and a few kisses on Amelia’s chubby cheeks, George was out of sight. Once the door closed down, Matty glanced at Y/n directly.
“Hello, you.”
Y/n felt incredibly shy, “Hi.”
He didn’t wait and walked the short distance separating their bodies. Matty dared to round Y/n with his arm that wasn’t holding Amelia. He brought the two closer, closing his eyes, enjoying the moment he had been longing for weeks.
He let his cheek rest on top of her head. Feeling his body against hers made Y/n sink further into his touch.
They couldn’t continue with it because Amelia started to get fuzzy in the middle of her parents chests. Matty pushed his body back, staring at her face without letting her go far away.
“How are you?” he asked softly, meanwhile Amelia played with his buttons.
Y/n titled her head, analysing his features, “How are you, Matty?”
“Better…I'm always better here, home, with my girls.” Matty brushed the apple of her cheeks, staring at mother and daughter.
“Have you eaten?” Y/n grew concerned about his current state.
Matty couldn’t lie to Y/n. “No.”
“Let’s go, I made breakfast.” Y/n took his hand, leading the way towards the kitchen.
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Y/n walked upstairs after George and Charli left with Amelia. Her heart was tumbling inside her ribcage, at tone with her nerves going wild.
She reached Matty’s room, which had the door wide open as a welcoming sign. Y/n knocked out of politeness and rest her body on the door frame, looking at Matty left his suitcase closer to his wardrobe.
“Hello, baby.” Matty greeted her, turning around on his place to look at her face.
“Hi.Um-” Y/n brushed her hair back, staring at the floor, feeling anxious. “Don’t you wanna take a nap, I unders-” she tried to excuse herself.
Matty was quick to interrupt her, “I don’t.”
“You might be tired.” she offered him another way out of the conversation.
“I am…but please, come here.” Matty asked, walking to sit at the end of his bed. It was the first time in almost a month he was sitting on his own bed. “O we can go downstairs…” he offered.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a nap?” Y/n twisted her fingers, in front of her body. She felt so pathetic, not knowing how to manage the situation like a grown up. She scolded herself internally.
“I’m sure. I- We need to have this conversation.” Matty patted the comforter again. Y/n glanced up at his eyes.
“I know.”
Y/n didn’t move a muscle, keeping her eyes on his. Matty tried to wait patiently. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward, although it was suffocating her in a way. Y/n couldn’t help to let an uncomfortable laugh.
Matty couldn’t help to copy her, even though he teased her a little. “This is not funny!” he tried to sound serious.
“I know, okay? But where to start…” Y/n took a few steps forward, closer to Matty.
Matty grabbed her hands on his, “From the beginning….” he said, staring up towards her eyes.
Y/n chuckled, “Funny, so funny.” she stated, rolling her eyes.
“Come on sit” Matty instructed her, and she did as told. “What do you want to talk about first?” he asked, not letting her hands go.
Y/n huffed, this was it. “Tell me about her?”
“About Daisy?” Matty inquired to clarify.
“Mhm.” Y/n felt tiny.
“I've met her ages ago, before even knowing you…” Matty kept his eyes on Y/n face, even when hers were on their intertwined hands. “We once hooked up, we were pretty drunk to put it in nice words.” Matty was quick to let her know all the details. “It was a big mistake, we decided to stay as friends…” the singer felt a wave of confidence, finally having the conversation he had been hoping to have for weeks. “I meet up with her during the month I’ve stayed over there.” Matty continued. “She’s going through a messy breakup with her boyfriend…it’s a long story, if you want, I can tell you. It’s really sad though, he’s- Anyway, I wasn’t expecting tabloids making up stories about her and I…” he shook his head, before adding, “I didn’t know you would though…”
“You never talked about her.” Y/n felt the urge to defend her past behaviour.
“No, but it’s not like she’s a secret…I guess it never came up in conversations, I don’t know, baby.” Matty said, sincere.
“And you invited her to the concert.” The hurt was there in the middle of her words, Matty felt it.
“Mhm…I invited a few more friends, couldn’t make it.” he did invite a few here and there, he had a lot of friends with their own projects going on at the time.
“I’m so stupid.” Y/n felt embarrassed. She hid her face behind her hands.
Matty took her hands again on his embrace, forcing Y/n to look at him once more. “No, no…this is all a big misunderstanding.” He fully believed on the words he was spoken.
“I’m sorry.” Y/n apologized.
Matty felt the need to do it too. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve introduced you guys.”
“Shouted at my face that she was your friend.” Y/n tried to joke about it, still embarrassed.
“Mmm, that would’ve been a good idea.” Matty planted a kiss on her forehead.
“And what about the other night?” Y/n brought back to the centre of attention the last concert of the band. She had been reading articles –speculating– about it, and TikToks repeating the moment when Grace didn’t notice.
Matty felt a lump on his throat. “Homesick.” he looked down.
“Matty…” Y/n cupped his cheek.
“I was.” he stared at her eyes. “I wanted to be back so bad…it was physically painful.” Matty needed her to understand how bad he had been feeling about it all. “Biggest mistake was trying to drown it with alcohol.”
“What about the dedication?”
“You saw the TikToks.” Matty said, surprised.
Y/n felt her cheeks getting hot. “I did.”
“Grace was right, you’re online.” he mocked her.
Y/n pinched his cheek softly. “Says the man who’s chronically online.”
“But I don’t hide it!”
“Oh, shut up!”
Matty caressed her hands, getting inside his head for a few minutes.
“How I make it back to normal?” he almost begged her for an answer.
“I-”
“Because I am serious about this, about us, Y/n. I want to be with you.” Matty tugged at her hands, making her entire body –and soul– move.
“I’m sorry about the things I said to you, about you…” Y/n started to apologize again. Of course, she had been thinking about what she was going to say when they had the conversation. Part of it, a big part, was to say how sorry she was.
Matty tried to calm her worries, “I understand, baby.”
“No, no..don’t do that! Don’t justify my shitty behaviour.”
“I don’t. You were hurt, Y/n. I didn’t take it personally…I just need you to trust me for real with this.” Matty let her hand go to signal with a finger between them.
“I tr-”
“For real.”
“I really want to.”
Matty felt a pang on his chest, “But you don’t.”
“Matty, a lot has happened in the last few weeks…I’m still trying to get my head around it.” Y/n tried to make him reason with her.
“Okay, I get it.” Matty nodded, trying to swallow the pain. “Question is…do you want us, Y/n? Do you want to be with me?” he feared for her reply.
Y/n’s sight softened, sensing how afraid he was. “You said you were sure about me lo-”
“I am, I still am. Thing is, I need you to tell me, baby. I don’t mean now. I want for you to make those decisions.” Matty subtly made his question again.
Y/n didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes.”
Matty squeeze her hands, feeling a wave of emotion took over his body. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Matty wanted to tattoo it on his forehead, so she remembered.
“Really?”
“Yes, my love.” Matty caressed her cheek, lovingly.
“You said you…loved me…since the start.” Y/n recalled his words.
“Yes, still do.” Matty’s lack of doubts warmed her heart.
“Explain again why you never said it? Why you accepted co-parenting with me then?” Y/n urged him.
“I was deeply scared of loosing you, Y/n. I still am, I came to that realization when…after Daisy.” He admitted.
“Why were you…are you?”
“I had the strong belief I was only a friend for you, and we were having amazing sex.” Y/n hit his shoulder playfully. “Ouch!” he protested, touching that part of his body. “I was only that for you…”
Y/n dissent with him, “How could you know?” her surprise until his words was all over her face. “We literally never talked about it…we never discussed titles and all of that. Well, only when we found out I was pregnant”
“Yeah, I know. I mean- I was in a different place…mentally. I guess my way of looking at the situation shifted, but being scared of loosing you was there, is kinda there. I can’t picture my life without you, Y/n.” Matty breathed out.
Y/n moved closer to him. “It’s the same for me, Matty.”
“This is the part I don’t get. Since we are so sure about the other, why we are not together?”
“It’s complicated?”
It was Matty’s time to ask, “Why you took the decision to be just co-parents, friends?”
“As I said, we never talked about titles…and I didn’t want to pressure you with a relationship when we were facing the idea of being parents.” Y/n state her reasons.
“Why would I feel pressured?”
“Matty, I was pregnant…my brain was all over the place. You were realizing a new album. Back then, I was shitting myself.”
“Same.” Matty agreed. “So, all this time, we could’ve been a cute little family?” he whined, resting his back on the mattress.
“You needed to have your slut era.” Y/n patted the centre of his chest. Matty took advantage of it, grabbing her hand and pushing Y/n closer to him.
“Excuse me?” Matty faked to be offended.
Y/n hid her face on his shoulder, saying, “Oh, come on. You enjoyed it!”
“I was passed out most of the time, Y/n!” Matty protested loud.
“Yeah, you’ve told me!”
“Missing you…” he kept going.
“Shut up.”
“I miss you now.” Matty truthfully said.
“Matty-”
“Fuck, sorry. I just-”
Y/n pushed herself up, looking at his face. “I know.”
“I’ll be patient. I swear.” Matty vowed.
Y/n return to lay with him, “I believe you.” she soothed Matty.
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A few days later
The dynamic around the house was starting to feel normal again. Matty knew they had a long path to go through with Y/n. He was doing all his best to let her know with actions his place was beside her and nowhere else. Matty thanked the band for not booking another show for the next week, letting him stay at home with his girl.
The frontman was thankful as well because Y/n’s mother was coming to visit, and he loved the woman. Y/n’s mother Susanne was a Matty Healy supporter since she meet him during the pregnancy. He knew how much they –Y/n and Susanne–miss each other, so being there to witness the reunion made him feel a tad emotional.
“Hello, Matty dear!” Y/n’s mom greeted him when he opened the front door.
Matty accepted, happily, the hug she offered him. “Hi, Susanne.”
“How are you?” she asked.
“I’m good.”
“She’s giving you a hard time, isn’t she?” Susanne pinched his cheek.
Y/n voice came from behind Matty, “My own mother…”
“No, she’s not.” Matty quickly replied.
“You can tell me the truth, Matty.” Y/n’s mother winked at him, jokingly.
“I am.” Matty said, turning to look at Y/n who smiled at him. “Let me take your suitcase upstairs.” he offered.
Once Matty was gone, Y/n led the way towards the kitchen.
“How was the trip?” she asked her mother.
“Long, exhausting…but I couldn’t stay all the way over there knowing you were here, with all those arseho-”
Y/n interrupted her swearing, “Mom!”
“What, my love? People online are horrible!” Susanne protested, opening her arms wide and frowning visibly.
“Mhm.” Y/n couldn’t deny it.
“Dalia sends her regards” Dalia was Susanne’s best friend as long Y/n can remember. The woman was almost like an aunt for Y/n. “All of my friends are talking about the articles…no one believe those shitters!” Susanne kept ranting about the journalists.
“Mom, please don’t swear around Amelia when you see her.” Y/n begged.
“Where’s my sunshine?”
Susanne started to look around for her granddaughter, but all the toys were abandoned around the place. Which gave her a hint of where the little sunshine was.
“She’s taking her nap.” Y/n explained.
“I thought you were the sleepiest baby, your own daughter broke the record!” Susanne told her, smugly.
Y/n defended her daughter, “She’s really energetic when she’s up. Amelia need her naps.”
“Yeah, yeah…well, I want to see her.”
“You will. Do you want tea or anything?” Y/n tried to distract her mother with drinks and food.
“Yes, please…tea would be fine.”
“Okay.”
Y/n turned around at the same time Matty returned to the kitchen. She put the electric kittle on.
“You won’t believe who asked me about you!” Susanne exclaimed out of the blue.
“Who, mom?” Y/n folded her arms, waiting for her answer. She took notice at the same time of Matty presence, so she asked, “Do you want tea, Matty?”
“Sure.” he accepted, standing beside Y/n’s mother.
Susanne screamed, which made Y/n winced. She expected Amelia didn’t hear her grandmother’s voice. “Benedict!”
Matty noticed how Y/n’s factions changed with the mention of that name. Which distressed him. The singer scratched his stubble, waiting for more details about this unknown man.
“Oh, really?” Y/n asked excited.
“I bumped into him at the supermarket. He’s so lovely, he stays as handsome as ever…” Susanne started.
Matty hated Y/n’s words, “I imagine.”
“Anyway, we talked for a bit. He asked about how you were doing.”
“What did you tell him?”
“The truth.”
“And that was?” Y/n arched her right eyebrow.
“You had a daughter, still single…” Susanne said, and Y/n’s sight went to Matty’s face. The frontman saw how her checks turned red while she looked at her mother again. He smirked, admiring her. “And live with the baby’s handsome father.” Y/n’s mother words made Matty laughed out loud
“Oh, god!” Y/n hid her face.
“Who’s Benedict?” Matty asked right away.
When Susanne was about to answer, “He’s-” Y/n interrupted.
“Why?” it was her time to smile wide.
“Just want to know…” Matty shrugged his shoulders.
“Now tell him.” Y/n instructed her mother to continue, waiting overly excited to see Matty’s reaction.
“Benedict was Y/n’s first boyfriend. They were the cutest couple ever.” Susanne informed Matty. His face turned a colour beyond red.
“We were twelve, Mum. Course we were!” Y/n chuckled.
“Everybody was heartbroken when his father was relocated, and he broke up with her. Y/n stayed in bed for two weeks.”
“First broken heart?” Matty asked Y/n trying to play it cool.
Y/n nodded. “First proper one.”
“And now where is he?” Matty kept his sight on Susanne because he knew Y/n was having the time of her life with this, although he needed all the details.
“He’s back home. Oh, he said he was hoping to see you if you planned to visit home!”
Y/n threw her head back, remembering those years with him, “Would be so funny.”
“To rekindle an old flame?” Matty made fun of her.
“Oh, no!” Susanne interrupted. “He’s happily married to a boy, Allan, and they have two kids already.” she concluded with filling them in about Benedict.
Matty didn’t know how to hide his embarrassment and Y/n her laughter. She turned to make the teas for everyone. Once they were ready, she offered one to her mother.
“Here’s your tea, Mom. Go, sit.”
Susanne was quick to obey her daughter.
“Something to say, Healy?” Y/n inquired, smiling hard, when she gave Matty his cup.
“No.” he mumbled.
Y/n went to kiss his cheek,“So territorial…” whispering only for him.
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They ended up having a lovely evening with Susanne. After it was time for Amelia to wake up, Y/n’s mother took as her life purpose to play with the little Healy. Amelia was excited to have her grandmother around again, she didn’t stop for a minute until she grew so tired to keep going.
Once dinner was finished, the grown-ups went to each other room. Matty had been sleeping on his bed, struggling with it, even though he didn’t want to blow his chances. Y/n had been thinking hard about it, although she didn’t want to force the circumstances. Lastly, Susanne was at the other side of the house in the guest room.
A knock on Y/n’s door startled her, she left her book at her side staring at it. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not. At the other side, Matty knocked again mentally going through his lame excuse.
“Yes?” Y/n finally asked.
Matty looked around the hall, “It’s me…can I come in?” he asked.
“Come in!” Y/n replied.
“Hey.” Matty greeted her once he closed the door behind him.
She took his looks in saying, “Hi.”
Matty stood there in his grey trackies and a loose old shirt of ‘the 1975’. His hair was all over the place, his curls calling for her. Y/n noticed her was moving from one foot to the other, anxiously.
“Are you alright?” she worried, pushing her body up.
Scratching the back of his head. “Yes. No. I mean-”
“What is it?”
“I know it's odd but…” Matty started, making a lot of movements with his hands. “Can I sleep here?” he boldly asked.
Y/n was shocked with his question, “Why?”
“Don’t laugh.” he warned her, holding his hands up between them.
“Okay.”
“Your mom snores a lot!” Matty informed Y/n.
The woman started laughing harder than what it was acceptable for that time of the night.
Matty placed a finger on his own lips, shushing her, “Shh, you’re going to wake her or Amelia!”
“So, you can’t sleep?” Y/n faked pitting him.
“No.” Matty looked behind her head, if they made eye contact Y/n would know about his exaggeration about Susanne’s snoring.
“We have a comfy couch…” Y/n though out loud, knowing that she would end up letting Matty sleep there, even though she wanted to tease him a little.
“Yes, I know. Maybe I should sleep there…if the noises didn’t travel through the halls.”
“There’s a couch in Amelia’s room.” Y/n continued.
Matty took it a negative, so he said, “Right.” pointing with his hand back towards the door. “Maybe I should…” when Y/n didn’t spit a word, Matty turned around, walking one step towards the exit.
Y/n called him, “Matty?” he immediately returned to look at her, expecting.
“Yes?”
“Come here.” Y/n tossed the sheets aside, showing him the empty space.
Matty stared at Y/n face for a second. When the woman gifted him a cheeky smile, the singer –literally– ran to the bed.
Y/n turned the light off, hearing him say, “I’ll stay right over he-” he felt the urge to reassure Y/n he wasn’t expecting anything else than be there.
Although, his words got stucked on his throat when Y/n placed her head on his shoulder. Making herself comfortable for the night; sighing out of pleasure to be close to him again.
Y/n pat his chest when she felt his body was stiff. “Shut up and sleep, Healy.”
“Okay.” Matty responded, touching her hand with his own.
When Y/n tangled her fingers with his, Matty relaxed finally to then fall asleep in an instance beside the love of his life.
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ELVIS PRESLEY
One - shots
Short stories 2 - 5 K
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Basic Training
Summary: Bess is a smart, young secretary working at Fort Hood, dreaming of a life beyond the military one she has always known. That's why she doesn't date soldiers, they only break your heart, and she is looking ahead to something better. One Friday night in March, she stumbles in to the new draftee who's turned the base upside down....
The Only Sure Thing
Summary: Miriam Cohen runs away from her Orthodox family in Memphis in 1960, and ends up living in Los Angeles, where her older brother is a member of the Memphis Mafia, working and living with Elvis Presley. Miriam begins an affair with Elvis as he struggles to get Hollywood to take him seriously, and she experiences the blossoming counterculture growing in California during the 1960s while navigating Elvis' controlling, jealous and unfair expectations.
No One Walks Out on Big Daddy
Summary: Rebecca is a single mom working a dead end job in Jackson, Mississippi when a chance encounter brings her into bed with Elvis in June 1975. Angst and smut follow....
NON-ELVIS FIC
Against the Wall
Austin Butler x OC in 1980s AU (an experiment)
Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....
#elvis presley#elvis smut#elvis presley smut#1960s elvis#hollywood elvis#elvis x oc#1975 elvis#BDE#big daddy elvis#austin butler#austin butler fic#austin butler smut#banditqueenwrites#no one walks out on big daddy#the only sure thing#against the wall#elvis fanfiction#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis presley fan fic#basic training#army elvis
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been completely obsessing over your mini posts this weekend!!!
more ideas if your up for it!
matty and the gf meeting a fan while they are out for dinner and invitint them to have dinner with them
the gf messing around in the studio but they end up loving it and sampling it on an album
Burgers and Milkshakes
A/N: Thank you so much for reading them, you're really sweet 🥺
I've tweaked the first one a bit so it doesn't get super long and rambly. As for the second one, I truly don't know the first thing about studios and how songs are recorded so I'm gonna have to skip that one unfortunately :(
Still, I hope you enjoy this one!
‘Wanna get some burgers tonight?’ You poke your head inside his home studio, ‘I don’t feel like cooking.’
He looks up from the piano, still not fully registering what you’d just said. ‘Burgers. Tonight,’ you repeat. ‘Unless you feel like cooking.’
He debates it for a second, ‘whatever you want,’ he answers distractedly. He’s so engrossed in his work that you know you’ll have to remind him of this conversation in two hours when it’s tea time. As predicted, he walks into the living room two hours later.
That’s how you end up at the small burger joint in a bustling part of the city. He’s excited today, you can tell. He chats about the songs he’s been working on, tells you that something you said to him three Wednesdays ago is going to make it into the lyrics, slings a hand over your shoulder as you walk together.
The burger joint is crowded as usual. Despite being on a small street, it attracts a lot of people in the area. Just to keep up the anonymity, he hangs back and lets you order the food as well as the milkshakes (strawberry for him, vanilla for you). Once the food has been acquired, you find him sitting at a small table in the corner.
The night air is just cool enough that both of you get away with wearing oversized hoodies. He’s gone one step ahead and added a beanie to hide his curly hair.
When you sit down with your food, he instantly tries to steal some of your chips and you smack his hand away.
‘Do you or do you not want a sip of my milkshake?’ he challenges.
‘Are you trying to bribe me?’ you challenge back.
That’s exactly how it goes every single time. He inhales his own food in ten seconds and then tries to steal yours. You have already lost count of how many times you’ve bickered like an old married couple over this.
As you take another sip of your milkshake, you notice him look at something behind you and then lower his head.
‘Uh…’ he leans in a bit closer to you, ‘I think we’ve been spotted.’
Your eyes widen a bit at that, fan interactions have always been a mixed bag but he’s quick to put a hand on yours.
‘I mean they haven’t approached us or anything yet.’
You scoot your chair a bit so you can get a better look at them without being too obvious about it. And he’s right; it’s two girls who stand, hand in hand, a bit farther away from you. They are very obviously trying not to stare but the taller one of them looks like she’s debating coming over to say hi.
‘It’s your call, babe,’ you say to him. Both of you only have a few chips and some more milkshakes left plus it’s not like this is some grand dinner at a fancy restaurant.
‘Are you sure?’ he asks and you nod at him.
‘In fact, why don’t I wave them over?’ you volunteer.
He asks again if you're sure about this. You give him a quick nod, turn around and wave at them.
The girls, who are still hesitating, seem to freeze when they see you wave. Then both of their smiles break into huge grins and they waste no time in coming over.
‘Oh my god, I wasn’t sure if I should approach you while you’re eating,’ the shorter one of the two says a bit sheepishly and you tell her it’s no big deal.
The other girl is still hanging back and it looks like she’s trying to fight the pink tinge making its way up her cheeks.
‘I’m Allie,’ the shorter girl introduces herself, ‘and this is my girlfriend Mia. We are huge fans of The 1975,’ she grins.
Both you and Matty introduce yourself and this time Mia laughs, tells you that of course she knows who you are and she’s so happy that she ran into you. ‘We were at the Manchester show, and honestly, it was such a blast!’
Matty looks genuinely happy to hear that and he tells them as much. They shyly ask for photos and he agrees to it happily. You even volunteer to take the photos but they ask you to be in the photos which is a bit surprising.
‘We were just here to get milkshakes,’ Allie laughs, ‘I didn’t think I’d run into you.’ She holds up their to-go containers and you notice that they are Strawberry and Vanilla—just like yours.
It’s such a trivial detail but it endears these two girls to you.
‘It’s been a good night,’ Mia says. She even sincerely thanks both of you. Then the two of them say their goodbyes and leave, hand-in-hand just like they’d come in.
‘Ah, young love,’ you sigh, ‘bet they don’t try to steal each other’s chips.’
He gives you a cheesy little grin and then swipes the last fry anyway.
#matty healy imagine#matty healy fluff#matty healy x reader#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975#matty healy drabble#drabble#asks#fluff#matty x reader#domestic fluff#fluff fic#fan interaction
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Omg okay I need to check out MattDrai, my fave ship so far has been Kane/ Toewes, sooo many good fics but I'm realising it's maybe just the height difference thing for me? Haha
I've for sure read my fair share of Kane/Toewes or 1988 as I believe we used to call it lol There isn't going to be any height difference with MattDrai - Matthew and Leon are literally the same height 💀 BUT the enemies to lovers and "I'd get off the ice" is just SO GOOD. Love to come across more Hockey RPF humans in The 1975 fandom! Maybe one day I'll actually... finish my MattDrai fic that I haven't updated since August 😂
Thank you so much for sending this ask! I hope you had a great day and that you are having a wonderful week!
❤️Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#keep it kind#fanfiction#fanfic#hockey rpf#i had like a moment of panic there i started just typing in my usual 1975 fic tags#and then was like wait#those dont apply to this lol#its actually really funny though im a bruins fan irl#OH I also used to love bennguin#and sid/geno#and sid/claude#sid/claude also had some of that enemies to lovers stuff#like sid literally broke both that mans wrists#auston/mitch was another good one#oh! and travis/patrick but idk if thats a thing anymore
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"If you close that door I swear you'll never see me again." Matty spoke through a clenched jaw, looking at the city view through the patio. Everything moving looked like tiny ants in slow motion from the twelfth floor of his penthouse. As he looked down, so much bigger than them all, he felt as if he was the king.
Elvira stood between the door, watching him.
"I mean it." He said.
"What if I don't care?" She asked, her body temperature warming up to the frustration that was increasing with great magnitude. Why couldn't he just be easy on her? Why couldn't he be gentle, loving, and tender? Why was it so hard to apologize...
"You do." He said.
The calmness in his tone provoked her. She walked back into the apartment, throwing her purse onto the couch and slamming the door. Matty's mouth formed a smirk, his eyes still fixed through the patio's view.
"You're selfish..." Elvira longed for the words, and the courage to spit them out. "I..."
"What? Say it." He stood up and took a step toward her, crossing his arms.
And there it was... "I hate you!"
The words she had never thought or spoken. Never had she felt an aching heart, until she'd been the one to throw the knife that clearly cut through Matty's. He turned around, slowly walking towards her. She could tell he was upset, she didn't know if it was pain or hatred back that he was masking but it was ever there.
"It's not like I'm back into it. Besides, don't think I dunno about that little sack in your makeup bag." Matty grabbed his leather jacket off the arm rest of the sofa.
"Where are you going?" Elvira watched him, her face flushing shades of pinks soon purples from trying to hold every bit of the tantrum she desired to throw back.
"I'll be back tonight...when you're calm." He said, pulling a box of cigs and a pack of matches from the pockets.
"I only still have it because I didn't know what to do with it, and it's perfectly good ... so I didn't want to just throw it out... I know how stupid it sounds now that I'm saying it out loud, but if it stayed there untouched for three weeks, then you can see that I've kept my word. You haven't."
He ignored her and walked out of the door, leaving.
Elvira didn't move, her heart racing in her chest, so rapidly it ached. She went to the bedroom and grabbed their cocaine stash from her vanity, unbundling it shakily. She broke it down on the table with her library card, scooping up a tiny bump at it's corner and holding it up to her nose.
Why should he be the only one who gets break from this Hell? They were supposed to be in this together. The good times, and when the good times have gone bad, along the pain of refrainment. They were meant to weather the storm together. The trust to keep one another afloat was broken. Everything they had worked to get out of was drowning them slowly.
Elvira looked herself in the mirror, swiping the traces of powder from her nostrils. Guilt tightly cloaked itself around her. She tried so hard... she was almost there... and now she had taken herself all the way back to the beginning. It was Matty's fault. Everything was Matty's fault...
Elvira pulled her hair out of her face and tied it back. She then studied her face, never had she looked at her own reflection and not been able to recognize it. She held out her arms, watching goosebumps sparatically form against her skin like that of flowers from a field of grass. She stepped out of the bedroom, enjoying the silence of being alone and high... She looked out through the patio window, watching the sun begin to set, hues of reds and oranges slow dancing in the sky.
As she began to imagine what it would feel like to take a leap, she closed her eyes. It felt good, the wind beating her face as she'd soar from her penthouse which rested twelve stories high over the city. She had never imagined such a thing before... just like earlier she had never said such things as she hated Matty before. She no longer knew her own mind.
Her daze was broken. Elvira's heart thumped as she heard keys having a go at the front door. Matty walked through, looking at her.
"I'm sorry, Elvie." He looked at her, closing the door behind him genlty.
Elvira's eyes burned as the tears she fought to hold back swelled and overflowed within them. Matty walked over to her, holding his arms out.
"Why did you leave me hanging to get better by myself? I need you... we're supposed to stick together... you promised me..." She whined, clinging onto him. The drip of cocaine slipped from the back of her nostrils and down her throat.
"It's hard for me too. I can say no, no, and no, and somehow, it still ends up in my hand. Or something ends up in my hand... anything ... does."
Elvira reached up and stroked his jaw genlty as she noticed it shaking, as he too was high.
He freed his face from her grasp, "just love me." He studied her as he spoke to her, noticing the death of the fire that usually burned for their love inside her dying. "If that's what you wanna do..."
"Oh," she saw where he was going with it, "I don't want to decide the fate of you and me when I'm high."
She used to be be able to make this decision easily. It was inevitable that she would love him every time. Now she had to choose to.
"I want to love you."
#demon#the 1975#the 1975 fanfiction#the 1975 fanfic#matty healy#adam hann#george daniel#ross macdonald#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#fan fic#fan fiction#grunge#2014#2014 grunge#2014 nostalgia#tumblr grunge#2014core#2014 aesthetic#2014 revival#writers on tumblr#writeblr
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my babies my first loves my kings the loves of my life since i was a teenager the 1975 releasing new music i am thriving rn
#ANY THE 1975 FANS HERE? STAND THE FUCK UPPP#depression cancelled for the time being#they heal me ❤️🔥#i write eddie fics based of their songs all the time that no one will ever see because im too scared to post
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Same For You: (3) The Deal
A/n: here's part 3 guys, I'm loving writing this series and trust me there's good stuff to come.... I'm so excited!!! I hope you're enjoying this so far :) let me know what you think ❤️- Lou
Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...
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(2) Your Very Own Mirror
She sits in the Dirty Hit office, Jamie sat opposite her, Matty sitting next to Jamie, the pair looking at a bunch of stacked papers. The pair had been texting constantly since they met up for coffee, talking about music, speaking about their songs and their mutual interests in other artists. She explained how Fleetwood Mac was her favorite band, he informed her that they were one of Ross' favorites too. He spoke a lot about Ross, she was unsure what the intention was, she secretly hoped the bearded man asked Matty to slip him into conversation but the rational part of her brain told her it was more likely that it was just general chit chat. Mates supporting mates.
She liked how Matty and her were at the moment, despite not knowing each other for very long at all, he got her, she felt like he had very quickly become one of her best friends. Her favorite times were late at night, when he'd randomly call her and ask "have you heard of this thing love?" And began talking about some niche topic. She also loved when he'd call her to talk about music, to recommend a song he'd listened to and thought she'd like. Each call proved that she was at the forefront of his mind and she was becoming quite accustomed to the idea.
She was sat picking at her nails, only noticing the bad behavior when she feels blood being drawn from the skin, she rolls her hand up into a fist, hiding the abuse she'd given to herself, opting to pick at the varnish of the other hand.
"Are you okay love?" He asks, watching as he picked at her black nail varnish, small flecks falling somewhere unseen. He's by her side in the next second, a look of pure worry on his face. His presence near her, closer to her, made her feel calmer, he quietened her ever noisy brain.
"Yeah yeah... Sorry just a bit nervous I guess" she says making him nod but he can tell she's withholding the truth. He places his hand in hers and squeezes gently, before letting her go.
"Don't be... We're the ones that should be nervous" he says making her confused.
"How so?"
"You might say no" Jamie speaks, placing his phone down on the table.
"Let's get this started then shall we"
The three of them settle on a deal of sorts, a trial period, where Matty, George and Ross (all who agreed prior) would book in some studio time with Y/n and her band. The idea was, that after they had established some tracks, and worked with the boys, if she liked it and felt like the label offered what her and the band was looking for, she would then sign to it. Jamie explained that he hoped she would sign to the label and if they did, they could support the 1975 for a few shows. All of the talk was very exciting but she was also incredibly nervous.
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They all sit around the brown leather booth in a hipster looking bar in Soho, round the corner from where y/n and the band usually perform. She's dressed comfortably in a pair of black jeans and a black knitted sleeveless turtle neck, when she left the house earlier to attend the meeting, it was fairly warm. Outside was now far too chilly for her liking and she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. Matty had walked with her to this particular bar, texting the rest of the band to join them.
"Cheers" Ross says, clinking his glass against hers and Matty's, George who was sitting across from her raising his glass to her and smiling widely.
"To the new recruit" Matty says making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Hey I haven't agreed yet!" Her words make everyone chuckle and she doesn't miss the way Matty raises his eyebrows at her, as if to say "sureeee"
"Yeah I heard all about your bargaining... Ballsy" George says, the word having been used to describe her far too many times now.
"Got to protect myself and the band haven't I?" She says and they all laugh again.
"So we start making this album with you and you'll consider letting the label sign you?" George asks and she nods.
"Wow... You really are cool... Charli was right" George says making everyone laugh.
"Speaking of' George says, standing up as the black haired girl strides towards him, he meets her in a hug and they share a quick peck, George murmuring a "hi baby" which makes y/n smile warmly, before she's turning towards y/n.
"Hey bitch!" She says, pulling y/n up and hugging her.
"Hi!" She's says, hugging Charli tightly. They weren't the closest but she always loved being around Charli and her friends and was very fond of her, wanting to be closer with her. The girls sit back down and they all talk amongst themselves. Matty talks to Charli and George as Ross speaks with Y/n.
Adam eventually joins and Y/n stops her conversation with Ross abruptly, looking at Adam who was now greeting Matty.
"Hann this is y/n, the artist we told you about. Y/n this is Adam" Matty says and she stands, reaching a hand out to him who shakes it with a smile.
"Great to finally meet you, the guys haven't shut up about you to be honest" he says and she smiles, mouth falling open and then shutting again, at a loss for words.
"You okay love?" Matty asks and she shakes her head, composing herself.
"I can't lie... I'm kind of freaking out, I'm a huge fan..." She says to Adam making everyone laugh.
"You're one of the reasons I started playing guitar, you're mad talented" she hates the way she sounds like a cliche fan but she couldn't help it. Matty raises his eyebrows at her and she sees the cogs turning in his brain, he looks at her and she knows he's mentally saying "Adam your fave then?" But she shakes her head at him.
"Wow, thank you, that means a lot. The guys showed me some videos of you and your band playing, you're sick!" She smiles and blushes at his words, sitting back down next to Ross and continuing their conversation.
"He's right you know... You're really talented, amazing really... How long have you been playing guitar?" The way he so casually compliments her had her heart fluttering and she nearly stutters over her words- nearly.
She feigns confidence as she says "since I was 15, the summer after I discovered your band... I tried bass but it wasn't for me" and he laughs.
"How so?" He asks.
"my hands are too small and I struggled to be honest"
"don't be silly, let me see" he says, lifting her hand and placing it against his. The sensation is instant for both of them, fire igniting, sparks flying, electric buzzing, hand against hand but it's as if their souls have been ripped open for the other to see.
Their mouths both fall open as they touch, neither look at their hands, too busy looking into each other's eyes, occasionally flicking down to each other's lips. She feels the warmth of his hand against her and she blushes.
"You're right... You've got tiny hands" he struggles to get the words out, having to swallow a few times before they even come out. She smiles at his teasing, fingers closing around his hand, tugging it towards her before she opens her hand again, inspecting it closer.
"Or you've just got giant hands Macdonald" he smirks at her then, eyes finally moving away from her lips and down at their hands. Her mouth sits slightly agape as she takes in his hand, eyes falling on the veins and callouses there.
Their moment is interrupted by the buzz of her phone which sits in her lap, her eyes flick down to look at it before she looks back up at Ross.
"Sorry' she says quietly, reluctantly letting go of his hand and reaching for her phone. His hand wraps back around his glass, bringing the liquid back up to his lips to take a sip.
He watches her over the rim of his glass, seeing the way her eyebrows furrow as she reads the text she received. He doesn't like the way she's huffing as she reads it, or the roll of her eyes before she's placing her phone face down onto table, drawing her attention back to him.
She seems almost withdrawn when her eyes find his again, and the smile she directs his way seems forced.
"Everything okay love?" Her stomach flutters at the nickname and she has to stop herself from gasping. She's worried her voice will fail her so she simply nods, but with one look from Ross, a raise of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head, she's spilling all.
"Sorry it's just the band... They didn't want to come to the meeting with me - said I can make the decision as I'm the 'frontman' which I already fucking hate... Which is just stupid anyway because we're a band, were supposed to make these decisions together, and now Jay, drummer, is lecturing me saying I should just sign the contract... That doing studio time with you guys before is a waste of time" she rants, her words are rushed but Ross manages to catch every single one without fail, she buffs at the end of her words, breath fast and shallow.
"Love" he says, her heart fluttering again, picking up tenfold when he takes her hand back in his "breathe for a second" he watches as she inhales deeply before exhaling, her shoulders slumping slightly after she does.
"Better?' she nods.
"Good... I'm sorry darling, that sucks... For what it's worth, I think it's really brave of you.. and super cool too" he says, a clear smirk resting against his lips as he speaks.
"Really?" she barely realises that her hand is still in his, only noticing when he follows his "yeah" with a squeeze of her hand.
"I think you're just trying to do what's best for your band and although they're putting all the pressure on you to make that decision, I think you're making the best one... Just looking out for them" he says and she's the one squeezing his hand now, silently thanking him.
"I'm glad you get it... Thank you Ross" she says, debating whether to pull her hand away from his despite not wanting to. It seemed like it was a matter of who would break first.
"You're welcome sweetheart... Anytime" her breath hitches again at the new nickname, this time not going unnoticed by the bassist, who raises his eyebrows, but doesn't say anything, which she feels grateful for, she really didn't want to feel mortified right now. Instead he surprises her with a question.
"Fancy going outside for a bit?" He asks, eyes never leaving hers, the intensity of his eye contact making her mouth fall open slightly. She nods as her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth.
They stand from the table, thankfully everyone is too engrossed in their conversation to realise and they quietly slip outside the pub. The cold air immediately makes her skin prick up and goosebumps rise to the surface, she wraps her hands around herself, running them up and down her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm.
Wordlessly, Ross shrugs off his jacket, moving forward and draping it over her frame, the fabric almost immediately drowning her, but the warmth she feels (weather from the item of the clothing, or from the fact she's wearing his jacket) makes her smile. His hands don't leave the lapels straight away, tugging gently until she's standing closer to him.
Maybe it was because Ross was usually quiet, his actions this evening were taking her by surprises, pleasantly so.
"You look cute in my clothes" the confession makes her blush and she has to take a step back, sighing deeply. "Where are you going?" He says, pulling her towards him again. He notices her breath is heavy again.
"What's up, am I making you uncomfortable?" He goes to retreat but she stops him, shaking her head as she looks up at him
"No... Not at all... You're just surprising me is all" she admits and he smirks.
"How so?"
"The pet names, the- the touching... The forwardness... Just didn't expect it from you to be honest... You're usually quiet" she says and he nods.
"I'm not usually this forward to be honest..."
"What is it about me then?" She challenges.
"Everything" the one word answer has her breath hitching again and he notices, smirking and pulling her close to him again.
"I like that noise... Wouldn't mind hearing it in different circumstances" he says, as she laughs in an attempt to ease the tension.
"Jesus Christ" she murmurs "you're giving me whiplash".
"Sorry... I'm coming on too strong aren't I?" He says, stepping back again, this time she lets him. Not because she wanted him away from her (in fact she wanted exactly the opposite) but she allows it because she thinks it's best, she knew they'd get ahead of themselves if she allowed it to continue.
"You're not, don't apologise" she says, making him smile.
"Okay..." The tension seems to be lifted somewhat and she can breathe almost normally again. Her heart is still beating rapidly in her chest, almost soaring when she spots the dimples either side of his lips and the way his eyes are creasing as he smiles.
"I want to get to know you more... Seeing as we're going to be working together" he says and she smirks, sure that was the reason, she thinks.
"Id like that" he nods, stepping forward just slightly. He feels the need, the desire to just hug her but refrains from doing so, wondering what's coming over him. He was never like this usually.
"We should go inside... I'm freezing my tits off" he says making her laugh loudly. Oh god that laugh he thinks, he thinks it's the best noise he's ever heard and knew he'd do anything to hear it again.
"You didn't have to give me your jacket" she gazes up at him, one eyebrow raising, her eyes almost twinkle when she sees him smirk, accompanied with a slow shake of his head. His hand slowly reaches forward, just one hand, reaching for the edge of his jacket, smoothing the fabric between his fingers. She feels his knuckle graze her abdomen briefly before he pulls back.
"Don't be silly, I wanted to... Couldn't have you shivering out here whilst I'm all toasty" he explains, she stops her breath from hitching, sighing instead, trying to pull it off as a content one instead of a surprised one.
"And now it's the other way round" she says, raising her eyebrows as her arms cross over her chest, the fabric creasing under her hands, his scent escaping from the clothing, harassing her senses, making her skin rise in goosebumps again.
"oh shush' he says making her laugh. He places a hand at her back, leading her back inside. They make their way back over to their table, her still in his jacket and his hand still resting against her back, coming to rest against the back of her seat as they sit back down.
Her eyes find Matty's as she shrugs off Ross' coat, the curly haired man frowning at her.
"What's up?' she mouths, worried something was up with him. She couldn't quite explain it but she felt some sort of duty towards Matty already, knowing he was so similar to her and that alone had her wanting to protect him. She wasn't sure whether she liked how deeply she cared for him already, she felt like she knew him so well already and was a scared of getting hurt. Whilst on the other hand, the man who's jacket she was just wearing, she didn't know that well at all, seeing as in the years she had been following the band, he was more reserved than Matty.
"Later" he mouths back, making her frown. She picks up her phone that she left again the table, ignoring the texts from her bandmates and pulling him Mattys contact in her phone.
Ross draws his eyes away from the scene, not wanting to intrude but feels a pang of jealousy hit him. He sees the name light up her phone "Bestie ❤️" and somehow he knows its Matty.
"You'd tell me if something was up right?" She sends the message, hearing the ding of his phone before he's drawing it from his pocket, eyes flicking from the device to her as he reads it.
"Yeah love... Don't worry I'm fine x" she receives back in reply, placing her phone down and smiling at him, he smiles back. She makes a funny face at him for safe measure, just in case he was in fact lying, she hoped it would cheer up a little bit.
He chuckles and the sight makes her smile wide again, turning her attention back to Ross for a second, who smiles at her too.
"So y/n..." She looks to see who was talking to her, finding Adam smiling at her.
"How long have you and your band been together... What's the name again?" He asks and she smiles.
"The Love Of Thieves" she confirms, making him raise his eyebrows, muttering a "cool name".
"We've been together for almost 10 years now... Started when I was 15, the rest were around 18 then" she says.
"They're older than you?" Matty asks, her eyes flicking to him and she smiles, nodding at him.
"Yeah... Everyone thought it was really weird... Me hanging out with people who were older than me. But my brother played bass with our drummer's brother, and we all used to hang out... They didn't realise I was as young as I was until about 6 months in" she explains and everyone laughs. Ross can't help but like the fact her brother played bass, knowing it was a conversation they could have another time.
"Such a cool kid weren't you?' Matty jokes making her raise her middle finger at him.
"Shut up... I didn't get along with people my age to be honest. Besides I grew up around older people, so I just fit in with them" she explains and people around the table nod, seeming to understand.
"Where did the name come from?" George asks, sipping from his glass as his other hand held Charli's.
"We actually kind of stole it..." She says, making everyone laugh.
"My dad always used to play records around the house and I remember coming downstairs one day and this song was playing... Wasn't really my vibe like musically but there was this one lyric" she says, smiling as she looked at her fingers.
"Oh the tears that you weep, For the poor tortured souls, Who fall at your feet... I fucking loved that... So I asked my dad what the song was"
A chorus of "The Love Thieves" breaks out and she nods.
"We added a word obviously..." She laughs again "it was originally just a place holder but it kind of just..."
"Stuck' Matty finishes and she nods again.
"I think that's fucking sick" he then says and she smiles.
"Thanks..." She blushes as Matty smiles.
"Cool name for a cool band" Ross says and she smiles over at him.
Eventually people start filtering out, Adam leaves first, wanting to get home go his wife and child, which Y/n finds very sweet. Charli and George are then leaving next, Charli pulling her up from the table to hug her tightly.
"We'll have to go out soon, just the two of us" y/n confirms with a nod and Charli then kisses her cheek and bids her farewell.
Mumbling a "keep being a legend and if these lot get on your nerves, let me know"
Matty, Ross and Y/n stay until close, eventually being ushered out by one of the bar tenders.
She begins to shiver as soon as she steps outside, and it's a matter of which one shrugs their jacket off first, the winner being Matty, who drapes his coat over her shoulders. She says a thank you but her eyes find Ross' who looks down sadly at her.
"Sorry for being that idiot who didn't bring a jacket" she says making them both laugh.
"It's fine, I've got my cig to warm me up" Matty says and she nods.
"Want me to call you a cab?" Ross then speaks up, she smiles but ultimately shakes her head at him.
"No I'm good thank you, Abbie works around the corner and has just finished her shift so she's going to swing by and pick me up" she explains making the both of them nod.
"Abbie is your guitarist right?" Ross asks and she nods.
"The one and only... She likes to think she's Hann but she's really not" her words making the boys chuckle.
"She's a fan too?' Matty asks, cringing when he realises he just called her a 'fan'. But y/n doesn't mind, because she was one, and a huge one at that. She had their logo tattooed for Christ sake.
"She is" she confirms. They hear the beep of a car and y/n flicks her eyes towards it, seeing Abbie with her head out of her window, waving at them.
"Well that's me" she says, going to shrug off Mattys jacket but he stops her.
"Keep it" he says, pulling her towards him to hug her tightly.
"Lovely to see you again... I really look forward to working with you y/n' he says into her ear as they hug.
"You too Matty... Better text me" she says and he mumbles an 'of course, not getting rid of me now" they then pull away and she steps forward, closer to Ross.
"MacDonald" she says and he smirks down at her, hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her the rest of the way towards him.
"Y/L/N" he says back, sighing into her hair as they hug. It was the first hug they shared and he was already addicted. To the way she felt against him, in his arms, smaller than him, warm against him. The way he could feel her heart beat against his chest and the way she felt her warmth seep into him. The way he could smell her, more strongly now.
"Tonight was fun" he says and she nods against him. The pair realise they've been hugging for a little too long so reluctantly pull away.
"I'll text you" he says and she smiles, really hopeful that he does.
She pulls away and her eyes flick between the pair, heart beating and breath picking up. She then leaves them, walking to the guitarists car, opening the door and getting in.
She was fucked.
"Good night?" She asks as she begins driving.
"Amazing." She confirms.
"Who's jacket is that?'
"Mattys'
"Oh. Anything going on there?"
"No don't be silly"
Her phone buzzes as she looks at it, seeing one notification from an unknown number.
"Let me know when you're home please xx - Ross"
She quickly saved his number in her phone as "MacDonald" tempting to put a little heart next to his name but not wanting to get ahead of herself, when she recieves another message.
"Looked better in my jacket btw... Fancy grabbing a coffee sometime? Xx" it reads and it makes her gasp quietly again.
She thinks twice about sending what she wants to, deciding to just go for it and replying back with a "Yours was comfier... Smelt like you too 🤭... And would love to x"
Her phone pings far too quickly for it to be Ross so she looks again and sees another message, this firm from Matty, who had edited his contact name from the simple "Matty" to "Bestie ❤️" when they went for coffee with one another.
"I'm now realising the huge mistake I made when I gave you my jacket... You've got my house keys" it reads and she gasps.
"Fuck" she says, burring her hand into the pocket of his jacket, feeling the metal against her hands and pulling it out.
"What?" Abbie says.
"I've got Matty's keys" she says.
"Shit" Abbie says.
"Yeah. Shit"
"Text me your address please x" she sends, worrying when he doesn't reply "Matthew!" She then sends.
"I'm not letting you drive all the way here just to drop my keys off xx" - Matty.
"Well I'm not letting you roam the streets in the freezing cold Matthew. Send me your address xx" - Y/n.
He replies back almost immediately with his address.
"Do you mind dropping me off near by? I can get an Uber back if you need to be somewhere" she explains and Abbie nods.
"You sure? I can wait about a bit"
"No honestly it's fine"
They drive almost in silence to his house, pulling up close by.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she says making y/n shake her head.
"It's not like that.. I'm just going to give him his keys and then head home...besides you're literally gay"
"exactly"
Y/n walks the last bit towards his house, seeing him sitting on the curb.
"Oh thank fuck, I'm about to freeze to death here"
"Nice to see you too' she jokes.
"I'm so thankful you're here darling. Seriously, I could've crashed at someone's house" he says and she shakes her head, smiling when he pulls her into a tight hug.
"Wanna come up for a bit? I make a mean brew" he offers and despite knowing she should really say no, she's nodding.
"Sounds heavenly" and then she's handing him his keys and they're entering his house.
She's entering Matty Healy's house. Her phone buzzes in her (Mattys pocket) and if she had looked she would've seen a text from Ross that read "Home yet love? You've got me worried here xxx"
(4) No Need To Explain
A/n: AHHHHH what's going to happen next? Let me know what you think is going to happen!! If you're liking this please consider liking, leaving a comment and reblogging :) love youuuuu
© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe
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Do u mind me asking why u haven’t shared it? I would love to read it and there’s lots of Matty fans on here who would love to read it I’m sure x
I really don’t have an answer for this. Maybe I’m just nervous lol.
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Unrequited love - Matty Healy x f!reader
Extra part II
A/N: This whole series is the definition of 'I wasn't planning to...but...' sooo I wasn't planning to finish it today but here we are. THANKS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN about all the support!!
Warnings: jump scared?, swearing, FLUFF, typos.
Word count: 2.6 K
Series MASTERLIST
It wasn’t usual for the girls of the group to spend time without the boys, although from a time to the present they started to feel like it was necessary. Partly why, Charli, Y/n and Carly joined by the little James Hann were hanging around Charli and George’s home. The other reason was to spoil James without the rest of the band trying to have his attention.
Even though James was almost 7 years now, he was the little baby for the entire group. All of them loved Hann’s kid a lot and spoiled him rotten.
“Mom, stop! I’m a big boy!” James tried to stop Carly, who was trying to give him a kiss on his cheek.
She protested, “No, you’re still my baby.”
“I’m not!” he fought back.
“Until you are legal to drink, get in jail or a tattoo, you’re going to be my baby boy.” Carly continued to tease him. The sight from the other side of the table was a heart-warming one for Charli and Y/n.
Charli said to him, “I promise I’ll help you with the tattoo, James.” winking her right eye.
“Really?” James asked excited about it.
“No!”
“Yes!”
James’ mother and her friend shouted at the same time, making Y/n laughed, and a puzzled looked appeared on the kid’s face.
“Stop confusing him.” Y/n interrupted the bickering. “Come here, I’ll protect you!” she instructed him to come closer, opening her arms wide.
James ran towards Y/n, who engulfed him in a big hug when he was beside her.
“Can we draw like last time?” James waited for her answer, expectant.
Y/n didn’t wait for a second to reply, “Of course.”
James took her hand, forcing Y/n out of her seat. Together they started to walk towards a big hall, she knew where it went.
“Use whatever you want from the studio!” Charli shouted from behind them.
The two women fell into a nice chat, not only talking about their partners, adding an innocent pinch of gossip to keep the interesting conversation. Charli was engrossed telling her about the latest one going around their circle, when Y/n’s phone started ringing. Charli took it without taking a look at the screen.
“Y/n!” she called her.
“What?”
“Your phone is ringing!”
“Who’s calling?” she said, appearing at the end of the long corridor.
Carly stayed silenced, when Charli screamed, staring at the phone. “What?” she exclaimed into a thick English.
“What?” Carly mirrored her.
Charli instantly gave her the device, so she read out loud, “Baby M? And a…rat? What the fuck?”
Before Carly could call Y/n again, Charli gained the device back and took another look. A mischievous look appeared on her face, while her fingers went directly to the green button.
“Charli, no-“ Carly tried to stopped her but it was too late.
“Hello?” Charli asked.
“Hi? Y/n?”
Charli instantly knew who it was and wanted to laugh, even though she contained it. She was going to have fun with it as long as she could.
“No, I'm her friend. Who’s this?” Charly continued.
“Umm-”
“Sorry, can’t hear you.”
“Piss off Charli!” Matty finally exclaimed.
Charli let out the biggest chuckled, “Oh my god!” she managed to say next.
“What?” Carly asked beside her.
“Is Matty!”
Matty groaned from the other side, “Get Y/n on the phone!”
“Let me see.” Carly placed Y/n’s phone on her ear. “Hi?”
“Hi Carly, can you put Y/n on the phone?” Matty was more polite now that it was sweet Hann’s sweet wife.
“It’s him!” Carly opened her eyes wide, staring at Charli.
“I told you!”
“What’s going on here?” Y/n interrupted their moment, appearing in the kitchen area.
“Y/n’s here. Hold in line!” Charli said to Matty in a teasing voice. “I’ll communicate her with you, baby M, in a second. Thank you for your patience!”
“Fucking finally.” Matty replied at the other end of the line.
Y/n figured out what was happening with them and her phone right away. She took it in her hand quickly, moving a few steps away from the girls.
“Fuck.” she muttered. “Hi?”
“Hello, baby.” Matty breathed out.
“Are you okay? It’s urgent? Because I have the Scotland Yard officers staring at me waiting to interrogate the hell out of myself.” Y/n said, feeling two pairs of eyes in the back of her head.
“I was trying to ask what you wanted to order for tonight.” Matty let her know it wasn’t that serious. “Go and tell them.” He told her laughing.
“I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, baby.”
“Bye”
Y/n turned around, staring at them in silence.
“You have a lot to explain!” Charli broke the silence.
“Right.” Y/n said, defeated, coming to sit at the table.
“Y/n?” James’ voice came from the studio, calling for her.
“Coming James.” She shouted, smiling wide at the girls. “he’s-“ she pointed towards where the studio was.
“No, you stay here!” Carly stood up.
“I won’t break your son's heart, Carls!” Y/n explained, walking away.
“You can, I allow you!”
Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “I guess I’ll tell you guys later.”
“Are you two a thing?” Charli interrupted.
“Maybe.”
“Oh my god!”
James shouted once more, “Y/n!”
“Be right there, James!”
“I knew it!” Carly said.
“What?” Charli and Y/n stared at her friend, rejoicing herself about the new information.
Carly glanced between them,“Oh come on!” She turned her body to look directly at Charli “We all knew they were going to end together sooner or later. Remember we used to bet-“
“That’s a lot of information, Carly” Charli protested between her teeth.
“You what?” Y/n inquired them, surprised.
They talked at the same time, “Nothing.”
“I can’t believe you!” She turned around.
Carly stopped her, “What? It was a matter of time and a bit of fun for us!” she tried to defend the group. “I can’t believe you’re part of the girlfriends' club now.” she tried.
“I wasn’t invited before?”
“Y/n!” James was getting impatient, his drawing partner was absent for so long. That’s why he meet her at the middle of the hall where she was standing talking with the girls.
“I’m sorry I was-“ she was going to excuse herself, when the boy interrupted her.
“In the time you were gone, I draw this.” he gave her a piece of paper with a big drawing in the middle.
“Let me see.” Y/n took it. “Aww, it’s so beautiful!” she truthfully told him. James blushed.
“It’s you and me, and you’re reading that book you brought went mommy and daddy went out.” he explained, looking up at her admiring his work of art.
“James, I love it! I’ll hang it for everyone to see!” Y/n promised, going after to hug James.
He innocently asked, “I can go to your house to see it?”
“Yes, and we can read another book!”
“Yay!”
Carly and Charli shared a knowing look.
George’s girlfriend dare to whisper, “I think not only one boy of us is in love with her.”
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The whole group was once more reunited at Y/n house for a dinner before the boys had to return to tour and the rest have their own things to deal with.
Y/n already served dinner, a homemade casserole, everyone enjoyed making jokes and teasing each other.
She was leaving plates at the sink, so they could serve dessert, when a pair of hands sneaked around her waist. Y/n recognized Matty’s touch right away.
“Hi, handsome.” she greeted him.
Matty left a kiss on Y/n’s neck, “Hi, I miss you.”
Y/n giggled, “I’m sitting just beside you.”
“I know, not close enough.” Matty pushed his chest further into her back, proving what he was saying.
“You’re so needy.” she teased him.
“And you love it.”
“How did you know?” Y/n turned around inside his arms.
She inevitably thought about the night of her birthday when they almost kissed, and now they were there about to do it freely. Knowing very well that they loved each other more than friends.
“Because I know you like the back of my hand.” Matty’s chest full, proud to know so much about her.
Matty went to kiss Y/n, after missing her for the entire night. Y/n shut her eyes, feeling her arms and legs tingling. She didn’t know when the effect was going to stop, and she aimed for never. Every kiss was like the first for them.
“What the royal fuck?” Ross stopped at the kitchen door, gripping the bread basket between his large hands.
Matty and Y/n broke apart, although Matty rested his left hand on the small of her back. It was the time to tell the rest of the group, he was ready to scream his love for Y/n to all the people around him.
“Ross-” Matty started slowly.
“What’s going on here?” he looked between them.
“What happened?” Adam interrupted them, coming from behind Ross.
Ross left the basket in the middle of the aisle kitchen, screaming “Matty was sucking Y/n’s face!”
“Why are you screaming?” George was the second to interrupt.
“Care to explain, mate?” Adam glanced directly at Matty.
Even though he was ready, once he tried to explain, “We- we’re kinda…” he didn’t know where to start.
“We’re together, guys.” Y/n clarified for the rest of the band.
Ross folded his arms, “For real?”
“For real.” George said instead of Y/n or Matty.
“You knew?” Ross looked at the drummer of the band, in awe.
A smirk appeared on Hann’s face, “It was obvious.” which surprised Y/n and Matty because they thought they were very cautious about it.
“What?” Matty stared at Hann, trying to figure out what he was saying.
“We all knew it was a matter of time…”
“Yes, but still…” Ross protested.
“Why you lots are clucking like chickens?” Charli joined the rest of the group in the kitchen area.
“Y/n and Matty are together…and George knew…” Ross was the one that informed her.
Charli turned to look directly at George, “You knew?”
“Yes, but-” George tried to defend himself.
“You’re sleeping with the dog!” she warned him.
“Charli, you knew as well!” Y/n sided with George.
George’s face changed with this new piece of information. “Care to explain, babes?”
“I found out days ago. When you?” Charli dared him.
“Weeks?”
Charli stared at his face, and proceed to walk out of the room.
“Babe-” George followed her.
“I knew it was going to happen, but this is surreal.” Ross expressed his thoughts out loud.
Matty strengthened his grip around Y/n’s waist. He felt so relieved to be able to show his love so openly, even when it was a small gesture.
“How did you know, Hann?”
“I bumped into you guys making out in the kitchen studio…didn’t notice me. I chose to keep my mouth shut and see how you guys acted out. It was funny.” Hann said, leaving the pair with their mouths hanging open.
“What was funny?” Carly made her appearance in the room.
“Matty and Y/n making out in the kitchen. Do you remember?” Hann reminded Carly about it.
“Oh, yes!”
“Carly, you knew?” it was Y/n’s time to be stunned.
James’ mother shrugged under Y/n’s scrutiny, “Hann told me?”
“What about not telling everyone?” Ross interrogated Adam.
“She’s my wife!” the guitarist tried to defend himself.
“True.”
“Come here, Ross.” Y/n said after taking a look at his still stressed face. She walked far from Matty, rounding Ross’ big form, “You’re still my favourite” she mumbled into his chest.
“Excuse me?” Matty wasn’t happy with Y/n’s affirmation.
“Where is the dessert?” James barged into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” he took a look around all the grown-ups.
“Uncle Matty and aunty Y/n are boyfriend and girlfriend.” Carly explained him.
Y/n returned to Matty’s side, waiting for James’ reaction.
“Oh.” he said lower, staring at the couple. “I’ll wait for the dessert at the table then…” he excused himself, exiting the room.
Hann glanced at Carly, “What was that?”
“He’s a little crush over someone…” she moved her head pointing to Y/n.
“For fuck’s sake!” Matty groaned loud. “I’m not sharing, Y/n.” he warned her.
“Don’t be mean.” Y/n hit him playfully, “I’ll talk with him.”
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James was seated on the chair he occupied the entire night, staring at George and Charli chat at the other side of the glass. The couple was sharing a cigarette and chatting playfully, leaving behind any resentment of the secrets in the group.
“Hey.” Y/n took a seat beside Hann’s son.
He turned his head around to look at her, “Hi.”
“Dessert is coming. A little late, but it's coming.”
“Cool.”
“Are you okay, James?” Y/n inquired.
“Yes.”
“Are you mad with me?”
“No.”
Y/n chose to not say more. She wanted to give him the time to express his worries –if he had them– peacefully.
“Since Matty is your boyfriend now…” James started slowly, shy. “Are you going to stop reading and drawing with me?” he twisted his fingers, not looking up at Y/n’s face.
“No! Never!” she gained his attention again. “I won’t stop being your friend, James!” Y/n reassured him. “Do you want to stop being my friend?”
“Never!” James smiled wide.
“I’m so relieved!” Y/n told him. “Come here.”
Y/n was side hugging James when the rest of the grown-ups returned to the table.
Matty took a seat at the other side of James. “Here’s your piece of cake, Jimbo.” the frontman left a slide of chocolate cake in front of him.
“Thank you!” James tanked him before stuffing his face with it.
Matty couldn’t help to look at Y/n. She smiled at him, making his heart skip a bit.
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It was hours past James’ bed time, when they group moved to Y/n’s living room. James was deeply asleep on Carly’s lap, she was chatting with Ross and Charli meanwhile Hann and George went outside.
Matty and Y/n were cuddling on another couch, in front of them. He had his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping her close.
“You’re really sweet with James.” Matty said, kissing her hair line.
Y/n looked at James’ looking like an angel while sleeping, “I love that kid.”
“Me too.” Matty agreed. “I hope this doesn't sound bad, but I think you’ll be such a good mother one day.” he stated.
Y/n turned her head to look at Matty’s face, “Why?”
“You’re super tender and caring, baby.” Matty ran his hand between Y/n strands of hair.
“Are you getting all soft, Matty?”
“Only for you.”
“Thank you, babes.”
“What about me? Do you think I can be a good father?” Y/n noticed the note of worry between his words.
Y/n sit up properly, caressing his right cheek with her hand, “I do, Matty. I think you’re going to love the soil your kids walk. Always wanting to give them all the best, be the best parental figure…I know you’ll do anything for them.” she was fully convinced of it.
“For our children.” he cheeky said.
“Matty-”
“If you’re not the mother of my babies, I don’t want to have kids…”
Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder, “That’s a lie.” her eyes heavy with sleep.
“It’s not!” Matty dissent. “I want everything with you, Y/n.” he gazed down at her face.
Y/n settled on his shoulder, “Me too, I love you.” she said before falling asleep, leaving a speechless Matty. It was the first time she said it out loud.
He couldn’t wait to remind her about it in the morning. Adding how much he loved her himself.
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description: in which yn wolff, daughter of toto wolff, is best friends with almost everyone on the grid, but when suspicions of her dating one of the drivers are raised the fans are a bit confused at first
pairings: charles leclerc x reader, platonic!grid x reader
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caption: recently 🤍
lewishamilton so happy you’re joining us for the season again!!
yn.wolff can’t wait to see you guys again :)
carlossainz55 i still can’t believe you beat lando, george and me with karting again…
yn.wolff i’m just talented like that 😌
charles_leclerc do you need a reminder of who won and who became second?
landonorris shhh don’t burst her bubble mate she was so happy when she thought she beat you for once
f1fangirl yn being besties with the grid is the best thing ever, they’re friendships are so cute 🥹
lewis44pal super random but does anyone else get the feeling she could be dating one of the boys?
f1wags she does seem pretty close to lewis? with toto as her dad it would make sense ig
ricsshoey how can someone be so pretty omg 😭
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caption: went for a little walk, bumped into some people :P
toto_wolff well this explains why i couldn’t find you anywhere in the garage
charles_leclerc phew who are those two handsome guys in red? 😏
yn.wolff i am never taking your picture again 👍
lilymhe my fav paddock babe, ily 🫶
yn.wolff aaa ilym lils mwah <33
lewis44pal omg guys, lewis has been really active on yn’s insta and now he liked her post and he’s in the first picture? i’m getting a little suspicious 🤨
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caption: a little getaway 🏂 <3
maxverstappen1 i hope he fell down the slopes lmao
yn.wolff oh he sure did, i was the one who pushed him ;)
carlossainz55 i'm still laughing at the video you sent to the gc
pierregasly let's all say thank you yn because that video is the best blackmail ever
lewishamilton i hope you guys had fun! 😚
yn.wolff thanks lew! we really did :))
f1wags wait... so it's not lewis but then who is it?
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caption: what a way to come back after a small break! couldn't be happier to be on the podium again, thank you to everyone for working so hard and of course as always the tifosi for your never ending support ❤️ (p.s i guess that good luck charms do exist ;))
georgerussel63 congrats mate!
yn.wolff you did so good! congrats char :)
charles_leclerc thank you so much yn <3
carlossainz55 🔥🔥🔥
leclercsleftwing i'm not the only one seeing this right? charles and yn? is she his goodluck charm? my heart can't take this wtf
f1wags what if the person he’s smiling at in the last picture is yn 🥹
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caption: now playing "i'm in love with you" - the 1975
isahernaez beautiful as always 🫶 and those flowers, adorable!
susie_wolff cuties ❤️
ricsshoey OMG SHE'S SOFT LAUNCHING IT
f1fangirl everybody stay calm (i'm not staying calm and i'm already so invested) 😭
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this is my first fic/insta au ever AAAA, i hope you guys like it and let me know if you want a part 2 i guess??
#ferrari#formula 1#charles lecrelc#charles leclerc x reader#x reader#fem reader#female reader#reader insert#f1 2023
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Hi, lovely Crepesuzette!
Thanks a lot of your inspiring blog, your fics and always helpfull #fic recs!
And can I ask any recs for good fics where John in the end understend the shit he did for Paul? All of this HDYS, Melody Maker, Rolling Stone etc, which not only hurted Paul but they ruined his self-esteem and creative reputation, you know.
Thanks again!
Love you and want you be happy everyday like you do it for me :)
Hello there, thank you for the ask—and for your kind words. Very welcome, esp. since real life has been low grade shit these past few days.
So...your ask make me think of stories where things are not only better than they were in this (clears throat) reality as we know it: there's also a focus on mutual understanding, peace-making, forgiveness. Yes?
These came to my mind...and making this list made me realize I'm really in the mood to re-read some of them!
In the 70's:
stuck inside these four walls (@monkberries). Lost Weekend. John and Paul get locked up until they resolve their shit.
i can only speak my mind (@revollver). 70's. Paul reads John's 'secret' diaries that have been leaked to the press, and understands him—and himself—better.
forth and back (@monkberries). 70's—80's. Paul and John talk through songs.
A Toot and a Snore (@glowing-gold). Lost Weekend in LA. That jam session is on the page in real time, as is their slow and hot reconciliation. Will never forget the description of moustache-Paul and his nipples, *fans self*
They Say it's Your Birthday (@ohjohnnysblog). 1979. A personal favorite. Warm, nostalgic phone sex in the spirit of peace and friendship.
Down on the Farm (RosalindBeatrice), 1974. John is exposed to Wings, Paul's family, and Paul's hotness, and realizes it's all meant to lure him back...
You Will, You Will, You Will (@eveepe). John and Paul and Linda take the plunge. Excellent tension...over the phone and in person.
February in New Orleans (@eveepe). 1975. John and May visit Paul and Linda in New Orleans. Resentment is desire's favorite costume. Everyone has a good time, 2/4 have a hard-on (I am sorry).
Adventures in Total Honesty (@merseydreams). 1975. Paul and John meet backstage, and have it out. A+ banter, and so many things I wish Paul had said. Also: sex.
The lights go down (they're back in town) (@backbenttulips). 1977. Paul and John are trapped in an elevator at the Dakota. The power goes out. John comes back to live.
Something Borrowed Something New (@inspiteallthedanger). 1979. The former Beatles meet at Pattie & Eric's wedding. Paul and John face some truths.
six hours in august (@stonedlennon). 1979. A chance meeting in NYC. The love is still there.
I Still Miss Someone/ I Know That I Miss you, but I Don't Know Where I Stand/ Close the Door Lightly When You Go (RosalindBeatrice). 1976-1979. Paul and John become lovers, but their lives have changed. John feels guilty about the past, Paul has a family...Mutual empathy is needed, and accordingly grows. But it doesn't come easy.
1980 and Onwards:
The Birthday Party (@merseydreams). John and Paul meet at Ringo's Birthday Party. Paul has had therapy, and John wears denim shorts. There is only one bed.
Free Man in Paris (@backbenttulips). John and Paul get married in Paris in '61, and get a divorce seven years later. But it's not the end.
Memory Lane (@ohjohnnysblog). Old, married John and Paul leaf through a photo album and reminisce about the past, including past lovers.
and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) (wardo_wedidit): John and Paul. Now and Then.
Bermuda (@scurator): John and Paul are grown-ups and know what they want (each other, to start with).
Take A Sad Song and Make it Better (@javelinbk). 1980. John visits Paul in 1980, and they revisit the past, including their love. But their families don't magically disappear. Also by @javelinbk: Our Version of Events (Part 1, Part 2 (in progress)). 1971. Reading fan fiction helps John and Paul realize what's happening, and what's been happening in the past.
Going Nowhere (@inspiteallthedanger). 1980; John survives the shooting and returns to England. I think of this one as 'they talk about it' fic.
Comprehensive Fix-Its:
The Contract (JP). The story of John and Paul, with a happier (though bizarre) ending, and a lot of sex (good).
i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) (@fingersfallingupwards). The story of John and Paul à la The Time Traveller's Wife. It takes them a long time—but in the end they do understand and forgive each other.
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Okay, haven't posted anything much like this before but I've been sick, bored out of my mind, and have recently gotten reacquainted with my love for The 1975. So here's a cringy and crappy short fic for all my Matty Healy fans:) Just a forewarning, this hasn't been edited.
Summary: London, its many strangers, and a whole lot of guessing..?
Mentions: anxiety, food
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Fuck.
Fuck-fuck-fucking-fuck.
The grit of my teeth had long since begun to hurt my jaw as I ground them together, but I paid it no mind and just continued to aimlessly tap away at my upper thigh. Questioning, once again, why I had forced myself into another one of these situations. Fucking London.
It wasn’t that I was some sort of recluse or anything like that, promise. It’s just that somedays my anxiety grew so intense it made me want to hide away from everything and anything. Even myself.
But I’d had a somewhat decent nights sleep and woke up feeling alright, so I’d decided to venture out into the city to pick up some things I’d been putting off for a while now. December had come and gone, Christmas a bleary haze, and now that the January sales had finally died down, I figured that things might not be as hectic as they typically were so that I could just pop in and out.
I really should’ve known better.
London, even on the slowest of all days, was nothing if not polluted by people. And if there was one thing you could truly rely on, was that not a single one of them gave a shit about you. No, there was none of that Northern politeness here down south. And Central was the worst for it.
Still, it was home, and most days I liked the feeling of being nearly invisible. Because the city was also so incredibly easy to lose yourself in, you could blend seamlessly into the masses and nobody would be none the wiser. Yeah, there was a bump to the shoulder here, and the beep of an oncoming cab there. But no one remembered your face, or even the unhelpful apology that usually followed without a second glance.
Albeit saying that, here I was, stood on some random street corner, somewhere between Carnaby and Soho, outside a cafe or some other, struggling to resemble the simple act of appearing calm.
I was beyond ready to just head home, but knowing the underground like I did and the thought of having to sit within such a close proximity to a hundred other commuters was not something I felt like would help very much at this moment. So I’d ultimately decided to just head over to the nearest coffee shop and grab myself a brew. But yet, I was still stood here, agonising over the fact that to do exactly that, I would ultimately have to go inside and interact with even more people.
It seemed that my anxiety was winning the war this time around, because I just could not see myself doing it. So instead, I kept loitering, letting my eyes roam over the rest of the people that passed by me blissfully unaware.
As mad as London was, it was also one of the best places to people-watch, there were thousands of people constantly bustling there way around and each of them wore some part of their story on their person. Whether it was a wine stained blouse, an exaggerated yawn, or a neon coloured mohawk peaking ten inches above an otherwise balding head.
So I found myself just idly watching as I took a moment to breathe, propping myself up against the nearest brick wall.
There were a bunch of school lads pissing about a little down the way, shoving and laughing amongst themselves whilst a couple of older women shook their heads in passing. I rolled my eyes and transferred my attention. I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breath at the grinning toddler who then blew past, a struggling parent staggering behind.
The wind today seemed gentle, although a tad bit cold, so I dragged the sleeves of my jumper down over my hands in an attempt to warm them slightly. It was then that a larger group caught my gaze. They had congregated just outside the tiny cafe I was stood beside, six or seven girls around my age, perhaps a little bit younger, all appeared to be clawing for the attention of some bloke they’d crowded around. I surveyed them a little in amusement- Oh, what most men would give, I thought with a soft snort.
I couldn’t see much of him, the man, just the top of his head really. A mass of dark curls. He appeared to be taking the sudden devotion in his stride though, talking back and forth animately, nodding along with enough enthusiasm that his hair sort of followed in a bounce of its own.
Another breeze hit then and as I shivered I wished that I’d remembered to grab my scarf on the way out this morning instead of just my headphones- which, were now almost completely dead. I was helplessly trying to save the last of their battery for the journey home, hoping they’d prove to be a welcomed distraction.
But when I glanced back up, I found that the group had dispersed somewhat. The girls were now wandering further away, all of them adorning huge smiles as their excited eyes kept trailing back over their shoulders. The guy though, had seemed to sort of vanish. Probably having slipped back into the oncoming traffic of people, I supposed. It was then that I silently scolded myself when I noticed I’d been rubbing the back of my thumb over my teeth again. It was an anxious tick of sorts, one that sometimes left my hands raw, and something my mum wholeheartedly hated.
I smiled slightly at the reminder of her, she’d have started swatting as soon as I’d started up.
Should probably give her a call later, now that I thought about it, maybe on the way home if I still felt like crap. That woman was godawful when it came to talking, could chat about absolutely anything at the best of times, but always knew how to best cheer me up.
“You alright?” Came a sudden voice, startling me from my tangent of thoughts.
I snapped my head over to where a man now stood about a foot away, leaning casually against the same wall, with a cigarette hanging from his lower lip. He seemed ready to light it from the way he was cradling a lighter just by his chin, but had paused once he’d taken note of my presence.
“Uh,” I stumbled, slightly taken aback. I’d not even realised he’d been stood there, nor was I prepared for an actual conversation. “Yeah, you?” I forced out on instinct, confused by the sudden exchange but not bewildered enough to not give that typical greeting its usual half-arsed reply.
The guy hummed as he lit his cigarette, taking a quick drag before he let it hang loosely between his fingertips. My brow furrowed, certain that this was the same bloke I’d just seen, the one who’d suddenly disappeared from his swarm of adoring fans.
“It’s just,” The man begun again, blowing remnants of smoke out the side of his mouth. “You seem a little jumpy, like you’re waiting for something to happen. Wanted to know what I was getting myself into, standing here beside you. Not plotting nothing, are you?”
I choked a little on my next laugh, a bit disbelieving. “And if I was?” I found myself asking before I could think better of it.
As the guy shrugged, his lip curled enough to make his nose twitch. The picture of indifference.
Then he turned to me with a shit-eating grin, “So go on then, who’re you stalking? An old flame, the one who got away… A maths teacher who gave you a crappy mark?”
I quirked a brow.
“Um,” Unable to stop myself from blowing out a quiet chuckle, “None of the above?” Phrasing it like a question.
“How boring.” The guy dragged out, letting his head fall against the brick work, his curls cushioning its landing. He looked at me then, and I could sort of make out where his eyes were from behind the dark shades he was wearing.
I hummed, feigning offence. “That hurts, coming from you- the guy wearing sunglasses on a day without sun.”
His mouth twitched as he took another drag. “It’s London, love. There’s never any sun.”
I shook my head at him and looked away in attempt to hide my smile.
It was quiet for a few moments after that, but he was still stood there so I figured that that had been the end of our short interaction. My anxiety had dulled somewhat but I couldn’t help the way I’d begun to play with the zip of my jacket, eyes scanning the crowds as my mind found a soft rhythm in the metal’s sound.
My attention differed when I heard him move again and glanced over to find him stumping out his fag beneath the heel of his boot. When he met my gaze he held it for a slow second before he said, “Wait here, yeah.”
He wandered off then, too quickly for me to question him or utter a reply to that strange demand, he’d just left me to watch him round the corner.
And so I frowned, staring into the space he’d just occupied, before a huffy laugh slipped out and I found myself shaking my head once again.
Living in London, you met the oddest sorts. Someone asking for something or other as they passed you by, another nutter off their head offering up their life story as you waited for the bus to come. But I’d never really had an exchange like that.
Wait here. I mulled the words over.
With nothing better to do, and not really sensing any immediate danger headed my way, I decided to take perch on the cobbled curb of the side street I’d been lingering on. If I was going to wait, then I’d sit and do so. I couldn’t much be arsed to stand about any longer. My legs were already stiff from standing for ages trying to pluck up enough courage to head into that stupid coffee shop, and the wind had decided then to pick up.
Besides, the guy hadn’t been half-bad to look at, I could see why the girls had grown quite attached.
So it was there that the stranger found me when he returned, lips pursed as he rounded the corner. When he noticed me sat there though his smile widened and he manoeuvred himself quite quickly onto the curb beside me, easily enough that he didn’t upset the cardboard tray he held in one hand and the bag he had in the other.
“Thought you’d wandered off for a second there.” He commented, dropping the bag between his folded legs to pluck a drink from the tray. He then handed the warm cup to me and I seemed to take it on impulse. “Good that you hadn’t though, would’ve gone to waste otherwise.” He added as he gestured with his head towards the steaming cup I now cradled confusedly. He was rummaging around for the bag again before I could even work up the words to question what was happening. He tossed it towards me. “That too.”
“Um…” I said, eyes flitting between the drink, the bag, and the man himself.
“A thanks wouldn’t go amiss.” I heard him say, and finally looked back up to find him wearing an amused but cocky smirk.
“What?”
He gestured at the cup again and I peered down, taking note of the logo which I then realised belonged to small cafe sat beside us.
“This is for me?”
He just stared blankly back at me.
“Why?” I finally questioned, coming to my senses.
“Why not?” He retorted smartly, already sipping at his own drink.
I blinked whilst I tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear, unsure.
“It’s not poisoned.”
With a unhelpful snort I said, “Sounds promising. What is it then?”
“Was gonna grab you a coffee- figure, everyone likes coffee.” He started with an animated shrug. “But you seemed a bit jittery already, so went with tea instead. Oh,” He stopped to pull a couple of tiny pots from his coat pocket and dumped them onto the road between us. “Milk.”
“And if I liked sugar?” I found myself teasing as I opened the plastic lid, pouring in a good amount of milk into the dark brew. I blew at the rim to watch the steam whirl into the air before I took a small sip, my eyes found his, still hidden behind those dark glasses he wore.
“Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.”
“Fair enough.” I chuckled, liking his bluntness, then held up the cup as I added, “Thank you, though- for this.”
He simply waved me off. As though it was no big deal.
I set the tea down on the pavement beside me for a moment to peer into the bag he’d tossed my way. I tried to bite back a pleased grin when I turned to him. “We’re sharing this, by the way.”
His forehead wrinkled from over his cup.
“Bossy, I like it.” Was what he came out with, before he dipped his chin slightly in discouragement. “But no, you’re all good. Have it.”
I shook my head at him. “Come on, we can split it.” I said, already pulling the sweet treat he’d purchased halfway out of the paper bag.
He quirked a brow. “How? It’s a muffin, just keep it.”
“It’s blueberry though.”
The guy just looked back at me, lost but somewhat curious. “What the fuck does it being blueberry have to do with it?”
“Everything. Blueberry muffins are the best sort.” I shrugged as though the answer had been obvious, pulling at the cake’s top to split it horizontally through the middle. I handed him his half then shook the crumbs off of my jacket sleeve. “I’m taking the top part though, sorry.” I added, already tearing into the dome shaped top.
He adverted his gaze between myself and the cased muffin’s bottom a few times. Almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
I hummed in appreciation at the sweet flavour that coated my tongue before peering back over at him, he seemed to be watching me but I couldn’t be sure.
“What?” I question, feeling a tad self-conscious under his gaze.
“Blueberry. You’re claiming that blueberry is the best of all the muffin flavours. That’s astounding to be frank. I’m actually baffled. I mean, blueberry… Really?”
I merely grinned.
“Really.”
He shook his head, holding his tongue between his front teeth to keep from smiling too.
He kicked a leg out then, sitting his drink on the gravel road to take a taste of the soft treat. He seemed to mull the flavour over a bit before he finally grunted, “It’s alright.”
“Alright? Just alright?” I retorted, almost offended on the muffin’s behalf. “This-“ I held up my segment, “is almost perfect.”
One word seemed to catch his attention though, he cocked a brow. “Almost?”
I hummed, not bothering with a reply as I broke off another chunk and tossed it into my mouth.
His tongue danced over his lower lip and left the topic be. I took the moment to grab my tea again, appreciating the warmth of it in my palms. That’s when I caught the name sharpied onto its side.
I snorted, “What’s with Frankenstein?”
His eyebrows lifted up over the rim of his glasses as he turned to face me, but he seemed to make sense of what I’d meant when he caught me cradling the cup. He laughed but didn’t comment any further.
I couldn’t help my smile by this point, “Come on. What’s your real name then?”
He smirked. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
“Um, so I can thank you properly?” I suggested, but immediately wished I hadn’t.
“Properly, hm?” He parroted back, that cocky smile of his was back in full beam. “I can think of a hundred different ways you could thank me properly without even needing to know my name.”
His grin only grew wider when he saw the mostly disgusted look plastered on my face. I scoffed playfully.
“I might’ve just been stood on a street corner, but I can promise you now that that’s not happening.”
A sharp bark erupted from him, but it didn’t seem to garner any attention from anyone else, as though we’d created our own little bubble. “I like it. But we’ll see.”
I rolled my eyes but decided to move on. “You’re really not going to give me your name then?”
He acted as though he was mulling it over. “What do I get in return?” He asked with a small jerk of his chin, then seeing my unimpressed stare, he added, “I’m just messing about, darling. How about- you guess it.”
“You’re not being serious.” At his nod, I all but groaned, “How am I supposed to guess your name? Do you know how long we could be sat here?”
He shrugged a shoulder and went in for another bite of the blueberry muffin. “Don’t know, but you’re the one who’s guessing so I’d get started.”
I thinned my lips. “At least give me a clue then.”
He eyed me for a moment, then wiped at his mouth before he ultimately dipped his head. “Alright. But this is your only one, yeah?”
I thought about it briefly then nodded unhappily, it was probably the best offer I was going to get out of him.
He grinned as though he’d won some sort of prize, but before I could snark back he was prattling away again. “Okay. It’s common, I’ll give you that. But that's all you’re getting.”
“Common.” I thought about it as I brought a knee up to my chest to rest my chin against. “So are we talking Bible sort of common, or just British?”
“Ah, ah, ah. That’s cheating. Only the one clue, remember.”
I exhaled huffily before chewing on the inside of my cheek.
“Jack.” I guessed.
He shook his head.
“John?”
He snorted, “No.”
“James? Jacob!”
“Fuck me, what’s with all the J’s?”
“So it doesn’t start with a J.” I smiled triumphantly but my victory was rapidly swept away when he hit back with, “Never said that.”
Even with his denial, I switched it up a bit and took the time to carefully observe him. He definitely seemed like someone who owned his name. Meaning, that he wasn’t a Tom who looked a lot more like a Harry.
Immediately I removed those two names from the mental list I was rapidly curating, deciding that they didn’t much suit him.
I was almost unaware of myself as I looked at him, taking in the small details he offered to the world. The hollow of his cheeks, the scruff on his chin, the wrinkles dotted around his mouth and hairline. I wished for a moment to see the colour of his eyes then, believing that they might share a few more of his secrets.
“Oli?” I tried, then instantly decided against it, “How about George?”
He shook his head again at the first, and laughed a little harder at the second. I chewed at my lip.
“This is difficult.”
He hummed, obviously finding amusement in my struggle as he sipped at his drink again.
I tapped away at my knee before kicking my leg out in mild frustration, not thinking too hard about the way my boot had lightly nicked his extended leg.
“Um,” I drawled out in dwindling thought. “William, but you keep it short… So, Will?”
“Nope.”
“Christopher?”
“Look, you’re close with the length.” He mentioned.
I grinned at him in complete surprise and he grunted unhappily when the realisation hit him that he’d just offered me up another clue.
“Nicholas? I think you could be a Nick-” I paused, tilting my head one way, then another. “No wait, actually no.” I grimaced at the thought, then sighed. “I have zero clue here.”
“Ah, come on, love. You can’t give up just as you’re getting close.” He encouraged, I pulled a face at him, hating the fact that he was finding this whole charade entertaining.
“Just tell me.” I pleaded.
“Nah.”
“Come on. Why not?”
He shook his head, smiling all the while. “‘Cause.”
I narrowed my eyes.
Taking another aggressive bite out of my muffin, I let my gaze roam over his attire, taking in the dark oversized pilots jacket he had layered over a slightly longer linen shirt, which was a few shades lighter than that of his trousers. The trousers were crumpled from the way he’d chosen to sit but otherwise seemed to fit him well, a beige sort of colour that led straight into a pair of heavy black docs.
A few more names lingered on the tip of my tongue but ultimately I decided on, “Matthew.”
His face perked up upon hearing it and I was celebrating before he could even confirm it for me.
“Fucking dragged that out.” He said with false fatigue, to which I swatted his arm for, but he leant away, chuckling all the while.
When I relented he made a show out of repositioning himself- somewhat closer now than he had originally been, which I vaguely noticed but chose not to comment on. He rubbed at the tip of his nose briefly then, before he finally- finally- tugged off those godawful glasses he wore, making a home for them in his nest of curls.
I quietened down.
Brown. His eyes were brown. And they were bright and earnest and wrinkled by his smile.
I couldn’t not grin right back at him.
“Matthew.” I practically declared, happy to have won.
He shook his head in laughter, “Now, before you go getting ahead of yourself, it’s actually Matty.”
Hm, yeah, that sounded more like him.
“Matty.” I couldn’t help but repeat, somewhat quieter than before.
We shared a look then that seemed to last a century and yet a second. I blinked.
“Am I gonna have to guess yours now? Payback and all that.” Matty queried, and had somehow procured a pack of cigarettes in his hands. He lit one.
“Oo, should I?” I ask, half tempted, and finished off the dregs of my muffin, wiping away what little remained. “Feel like we’d be here all day then.”
Matty offered up the lit cigarette. He’d already taken a slow drag, and I wasn’t much of a smoker, but it had honestly been a day, so I accepted, watching him as I inhaled.
“Is it something cool?” He quizzed, palms splayed out now across the pavement behind us as he relaxed further. I frowned at him, not catching what he meant. “Your name.” He chuckled.
“Oh, I dunno really. Bit uncool to say your name’s cool though, ain’t it?”
“Depends on whether your name’s actually cool or not.” Matty commented, and I couldn’t not laugh as he continued on, “If you’ve got a generic fucking name like- I don’t know- Andy, and think it’s proper cool then that’s just a bit sad. I mean, Andy. Really? How bland can you be? But you come out with something like Megatron, then…” He shrugged, “You’re sort of set for life. Kids will think your sick, and you’d be in there the second you mention it when you’re out trying to pull.”
“I fucking doubt that.”
“Ah, come on! You mean to tell me you wouldn’t shag a bloke called Ezekiel or some crap like that?” Matty demanded, seemingly in disbelief.
“Ezekiel- where the fuck have you just pulled that name from?” I couldn’t not ask.
“Hebrew, ain't it?” Matty brushed over, before continuing on with his argument. I just sat there and listened, chiming in here and there to wind him up further, but was mostly entertained by his take on the topic.
“Fuck!” He all but shouted with a strangled sort of laugh— in the time he’d been ranting, he’d already lit two more cigarettes and downed the last of his coffee. “Why’d you let me ramble on? I was meant to be getting your name!”
I smiled and moved to sit in a more comfortable position, crossing my legs. “You can talk for England, you. Not my fault you don’t know when to shut up.”
Matty didn’t seem to mind the jeering, he snorted as he sidled closer on the curb. “So go on, your name.” He prompted, brown eyes teasing and bright under the afternoon sun.
I rolled my own before letting them stray to the left, up and over to where people still seemed to be bustling past the side street, unaware of us, or just uncaring.
“Y/n.” I relented, turning my head back towards Matty.
He stared long and hard at me for a second, appearing to rest my name between the cusp of his teeth, right there on the tip of his tongue. And then he spoke, “Y/n. Suits you.”
I quirked a brow, “Oh, yeah?”
Matty hummed with a smile. “Yeah. Reckon I could’ve guessed it easily.”
I couldn’t help the god awful snort I released as I shook my head in exasperation, hair brushing against the shoulders of my jacket as it fell forward. “You’re a twat.”
But he didn’t seem to mind it.
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any fic recs? like fics you just cant live without other people reading?
okay i might not be the best person to ask this because i'm writing two long series at this moment and i barely have time to properly read fics like i used to but i can defo give you a little list of recommendations!
when you say fics i can't live without other people reading, Nothing Revealed In A Common Crisis by my wonderful and incredibly talented best friend @imagine-that-100 is the first to come to my mind! An absolute masterpiece of a fic, alex turner x reader x matty healy love triangle that's just so well written and thought out that it makes me scream. I'm entirely obsessed with it and it truly is my roman empire LOL! (it also introduced me to the 1975 so we love it!)
make sure to check out the rest of N's work fr, all of her series are amazing and if you want one shots, Will We Talk is insanely good and I'm eager for her to post part 3 and All Is On My Side is everything to me as well!
of course, i have to add Aphasia by another one of my besties @red---moon 'cause that fic is just so damn good. I will be forever obsessed with the way Red writes and her characterisation is just so raw and real, it's genuinely inspiring. also if you want some george x reader x matty brainrot, her one shot Indecision is surely gonna drive you mad.
another one of my incredible best friends, @kennedy-brooke put out her first fic Dress which has a part 1 and part 2 and it's so fucking good, I think every George girlie needs to read ASAP!!!!
if you wanna indulge in some fun and really well fucking written gatty content, i have to send you over to read everything @vinylandcoffeecollection has out! In particular, The Cellophane House and its sequel Lost Boys had me in shambles and I loved it so much!!! Another gatty legend is @drinkurkombucha and i would defo recommend all of her work! my favourites will forever be Talking To George and Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction!
i fell in love with a Ross fic i read the other day by @butyou-callmewhenyourebored and i think it deserves more attention. i fully was almost crying by the end of it, it was so sweet and well written!!!
now if you need filthy smut to read, i will definitely be sending you over to @lottiecrabie! she is the absolute queen of smut and everything she has written has left me jaw dropped and gasping for air lollllll!!! (such a shame she's leaving but she will never be forgotten)
also Three's A Party by @abiiors!!! jesus christ almighty, when i tell you i died reading this, i mean it. pure ross x reader x george brainrot.
another one that had me gagged was Satiate by @heavenhealy! that fic had me sweating and screeching like an idiot.
and for the last filthy one that comes to my mind it is @toomuchracket one shot inspired by politician!matty that truly ended my life in the best way when i read it the other day.
let me end this all in a wholesome cute note and put you on dad!matty because Playing On My Mind by @ughgoaway has me in a chokehold and the little extras they have been posting have me swooning and wanting to die for dilf matty!
it's fair to say that this fandom is filled with talent and i have too little time to properly indulge in all the great pieces everyone puts out so this list is way too short! but i hope you enjoy this messy but great list lol!!!! i really hope that by the time i'm done with the long series i'm currently writing, i can read much more and actually give a longer and more organised list. hope this helps anyway!!
#A's asks#can you tell i suck at shutting up#went on a rant for no reason#lmfao i hate my brain#much love to everyone in this list tho!#amazing talented people all around!!
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