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So excited to do (write) anything that you want to! week with prompts from @imightgetbetter. Adding all of these to my Series Masterlist
Monday - early matty (pre-notes/bfiafl)
In a small corner of a dusty, second-hand bookstore, two hands reach for the same book at the same time. Fingers brush against each other, electricity zings, all the usual ingredients of a meet-cute, except the boy is on a mission.
‘I’m going to sound like a twat here,’ he shuts his eyes tightly then opens them with a sigh, ‘but I need that book more than you.’
You feel a bit dumbfounded. At least, he has the decency to look embarrassed but the fact remains that he still hasn’t let go of the book.
‘Oh?’ you ask, still gathering your bearings, ‘you don’t even know what I need it for?’
‘I knowww,’ he groans, ‘but please! I need it back.’
You look at the boy properly. He truly does look desperate for the book. His face is all pouty and his eyes big, his hair sits like a curly, poofy mop on his head. You wonder if this look is supposed to work on people, if it has worked on people in the past.
Maybe, maybe not. And as much as you don’t want to admit it, it is working on you a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot!
‘You need it…back?’ you give him a quizzical look.
‘I need it back,’ he confirms.
‘You see,’ he continues like he’s about to start a soliloquy, ‘my roommate got really drunk or really high, it doesn’t matter, my roommate got fucked up and decided to sell my books for some extra cash. Yes, yes I know, messed up but now I’m here to try to get as many of them back as possible.’
You open your mouth, about to say something, but he’s not done speaking.
‘Please, I’ll buy you a new copy of this but not this one. This one has some…annotations.’
His face turns pink. His eyes wander a bit, unable to meet yours. And you have to admit, he has almost won you over.
‘What’s your name?’ You bite your lip, hold back a smile.
‘Matt,’ he says, clearing his throat, ‘Matty.’
‘I don’t need a new copy, Matty. I just needed to check a few passages, that’s all.’
‘Oh.’ It’s a soft sound like he’s contemplating. ‘Well, in that case…’ he trails off and holds the copy in front of you.
His copy of On The Road by Jack Kerouac is old and a bit wrinkled. The pages are yellowing and the spine is cracked but you have to admit, it looks well read. Well loved, even.
‘I just need to jot down a few things,’ you tell him and he nods.
When you settle down on the floor, a notebook and pen in hand, he does the same. You wonder if this is to snatch the book away if you stumble upon any of his annotations. He could wander around the bookstore while you did your thing but he wraps his hands around his knees and rest his chin on them. He’s not exactly subtle when he lets his eyes roam over you with barely concealed interest.
‘What’s this for?’ he tilts his head to one side, and then as an afterthought, adds, ‘if I may ask.’
‘A paper on road trip novels,’ you answer distractedly as you flip through the page to find what you need.
There are a few pencil scribblings here and there, quotes that are underlined and circled over and over again. There are doodles—few and far in between—but they make you smile a bit. You so badly want to stop and read the annotations but not when he’s sitting right there, watching you like a hawk.
While you note down the things you need to, Matty gets restless. He picks up a pen and twirls it between his fingers effortlessly, picks up a second one and bangs them on his shins like drumsticks. The boy truly can’t sit still even when he lets you work in peace…for the most part.
But you’re surprised that you don’t find it annoying. If anything, his fidgety restlessness is amusing. The way he stops every time you turn pages, the way his fingers twitch at his sides, ready to hide anything embarrassing. You feel tempted to linger on one of his notes just to watch how he’d react but they seem to have petered out as the book slowly comes to an end.
You want to imagine this boy, in his bedroom or in a cafe or in a park, reading the book. His hands clutching it tightly, his face scrunched in concentration. He would be so absorbed that he forgets to note down any more of his thoughts. But something catches your eye as you turn to the penultimate page.
Black ink has bled through. Until now, everything was in pencil, smudged, messy script but with a touch of gentleness. But this is much harsher, written in pen.
His eyes widen, his hands freeze in place. Quicker than expected, he drops the pens and flips the page.
‘What…’ he grabs the book in confusion and you let him take it away from you. His face changes from confusion to irritation, to gloom, to, finally, curiosity.
His eyes dart over the dark scribblings. A crease forms between his eyebrows as he tries to make sense of the words.
‘Wow, these are mental,’ he mumbles to himself. ‘God, these make no sense.’
‘I thought they were yours,’ you raise an eyebrow.
‘No, someone else must have... Mine are much tamer compared to these.'
The curiosity gets the better of you and you have to ask, ‘can I see?’
‘Mmm, sure.’ He extends the book in your direction still holding onto one half of it.
So you scoot closer, hold onto the other side. Your thighs touch momentarily, your heads are bent over it as both of you try to decipher the script.
‘1 June, The 1975,’ you read aloud, trace the words with your fingers. ‘That’s a bit of a weird way of writing it.’
‘It is, isn’t it!’ He taps the space under the words, then tips his head back onto the shelves behind him.
‘The 1975…’ he repeats and his voice has gone all soft and full of awe. ‘Has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you say?’
#matty healy imagine#matty healy fluff#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975#matty healy drabble#drabble#fluff#matty x reader#this is all i want in life#matty healy x reader#fem reader#f#matthew healy x reader#meet cute#matty healy#matthew healy#matty the 1975#ross macdonald#adam hann#george daniel#the 1975 fic#bookstores#write anything that you want to
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not to add to the fire of your wild inbox but i was just doing the dished and i thought about ari coming up from behind and hes sweaty from working out and at first his hands rest on your waist while hes giving kisses on your neck while you wash until all of a sudden,
He parts your legs with his foot and pulls up the apron/pulls down whatever yourre wearing
"Ar- AH"you cant even finish the sentence when he slides in
"My pretty little housewife mmmh" he groans on your ear "all to myself to fill up whenever i want"
NO PLEASE THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Just your older, beefy husband Ari loving to watch you do all these domestic housewife things, knowing he can fuck you whenever he wants😌
Like imagine it’s a Sunday and Ari’s been working out in his home gym. And working out always riles him up. But what gets him going even more is the sight of you, his young and pretty little housewife, washing the dishes in your pretty cherry print apron.
So he comes up behind you, loving how your body freezes up in anticipation when he’s near. He starts pressing soft kisses on your neck, making you shiver.
“I’m almost done, Ari.” You giggle, knowing exactly what he wants when you feel him start groping you, “Just wait two minutes, then I’m all yours.”
Ari chuckles, “My pretty little baby, you know I can have you whenever I want, right?” He flips up your dress (he’d made it clear he only wants you wearing skirts or dresses), “And right now, I want to fuck my pretty little wife while she does the dishes. What do you think?”
You lower your gaze submissively, “O-Okay, Ari.”
“No, baby, that’s not what you call me.”
“Daddy. Sorry, daddy.” You grip the edge of the sink when you feel his fat dick slip inside you. He’s so big, it’s always an adjustment.
“Good girl. Now continue washing the dishes.” Ari says softly in your ear as he begins to fuck you, “And they better be spotless. I know you get dumb when you’re on my dick, but I still expect you to do all the housework properly.”
“Y-Yes, of course, daddy.”
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grace van dien as gwen stacy / spider-gwen
#this is all i want in life#grace van dien#gwen stacy#spider gwen#mcu#marvel#fancast#gwen stacy aesthetic#my aesthetic#tom holland#spiderman#spiderman mcu
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Just thinking about having a flirty relationship w/ Punz and Sam and meeting them in person and you get super shy and nervous cause talking online is much different than talking in person!!!
But it cuts to you getting your guts rearranged by Punz on his lap while Sam holds your head up like "Awww can't speak, baby? You were so bold online, now you're too overwhelmed, hmm? A little bit of attention and you're brain dead just like that"
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god this is so fucking HOTT AHHHH, getting teased by both of them at the same time would literally make me lightheaded FOR SURE
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hey cream :) its turning autumn where i am and im in such a cozy mood. could i request some hcs for what you think it would be like to live in a cute little cozy cabin with sova? obvs feel free to ignore if this isnt ur kinda thing !! take care <3
ISN’T MY KIND OF THING????!???!????? this is EXACTLY MY KIND OF THING.
GOD. TO LIVE IN A SWEET LITTLE COTTAGE WITH SOVA IS THE DREAM. ahem. anyways onto the hcs
Sova/Reader - Cozy Cabin HCs!
- mornings with him would be wonderful. He wakes up quite early usually, either to hunt or tend to the property or get ready for the day (whichever is applicable for your situation ;))
- make no mistake though, he is a morning cuddler. If you’re both awake early, you’ll cuddle on the couch while eating breakfast or in a little window nook. If you sleep late, he will happily join you in bed and wake you up with kisses and little hums of your name.
- the KING of breakfast in bed. Mans can cook and mans loves to spoil you!!! This goes both ways, make him food and he will loose his mind, but it isn’t often that you wake up before him.
- during the bulk of the day, he is either working or doing chores or something else. He likes to be active during the day.
- oh, and, prepare for strong man hot boy moments. the wood-chopping thirst-trap yknow ;))
- he is always warm too, so in cool autumn he will be your personal Sova-shaped heater !
- he doesn’t work every day, but he does do manual labour stuff in town to help out with the bills. If you have a job in town too you probably commute together.
- SPEAKING OF IN TOWN I have this image of my brain if you and Sova grocery shopping. Soft domestic moments and doing menial things together is a love language of his.
- when it turns to afternoon and he has nothing to do, he usually reads. He loves history and folklore, and if you’re an avid reader you have a little library you both add too.
- He reads in both English and Russian, and if you have a language you speak other than those two, he would try to learn that, too.
- also, you have pets. Sova is a cat person in my eyes, but he loves all animals. Afternoons are perfect pet cuddle time.
- he likes to hold you and watch the sunset with you <33
- if one of you will be home late, the other will take to making dinner. Again, food-making is one of his love languages!! Also, please come up behind him while he’s cooking and hug him. his heart will melt
- if he’s feeling especially sappy, he would dance with you. A slow song playing in the background, his hands on your waist and yours around his, foreheads together as you gently sway to the music….. bliss.
- he’d shower with you if you wanted. Mutual hair-washing time!! It isn’t even about being naked, it’s about the intimacy and closeness of it. Taking care of one-another.
- unless he has something he’s working on, he goes to bed at about the same time. He often urges you to go to bed at a reasonable time, and will lure you in with cuddles.
- falling asleep with your head on his chest and your hand in his is his perfect way to be.
#reader insert#asks#x reader#valorant#sova x reader#sova#THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE#me… him… a sweet little cottage….#yells screams throws up#was listening to my romance playlist while writing this so MAXIMUM YEARNING
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Life goal 1: Do Nice Things Sometimes
Life goal 2: Find a Bangladeshi Gay Man to be my Best Friend/Beard so we can Charm the Aunties and then High Five and go to our Respective Partners
Life Goal 3: Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London
#life goals#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#lgbtq#bangladesh#bangladeshi queers#please#this is all i want in life#if youre bangladeshi and queer and into tma or anything else PLEASE CAN WE BE FRIENDS
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Warning for an incredibly long train of thought!!!
Sun and Moon probably hate that they look so run down and grimy, and have issues looking at themselves in the mirror because it's a reminder that they're Unloved and easily one of the least important animatronics in the Pizzaplex, but along comes our dear Y/N who likes to cup Sun's face and tell him how cute his lil cheeks are and how much they love his voice, or they hold Moon's hands and tell him about how much they love his lil ticking noise and his Big Glowy Eyes, or they visibly admire their lil craters/freckles and for weeks afterwords the DCA struts rather than walks, like they're a peacock, and begin puffing their chest out when they pass a reflective surface now.
What if Sun and Moon are super worried about seeming gross and are shocked into near silence when Y/N kisses all over their face plates, and tells them that it doesn't matter if they're gross or grimy bc they're loved and important enough to Y/N to be kissed, gunk be damned!! Even better if Y/N helps them get all clean and spic and span one night, and when they go back to their rooms Sun and Moon are panicked to find the whole space has been cleaned and organized, all of their stuff still there but Nicer now, some rugs and pillows and christmas lights added, and they're certain that this spells their end and they're gonna be scrapped soon, so the next day they go to Y/N to say goodbye and confess their undying love only for Y/N to explain that they stayed overtime while Sun was busy in the daycare and cleaned their room because they didn't want their Beloveds to be left in a back room like junk, because they deserve nice things even if Fazbear Entertainment isn't going to give it to them.
YES. YOU. YOU GET IT!!!!
#ask#long ask#sunnydrop#moondrop#scenario#headcanons#sfw#fluff#cute#light angst#this is all i want in life#to hold their faces and tell them how cute i think they are#and to clean/decorate their room with them#not a request#doofnoof
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What if...I could make a living just smoking a lot of weed and making cuties blush?
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i hope i live in your brains as that one asian gal who says "go bears" and boops at her piano occasionally
#this is all i want in life#it is me in a nutshell#bonus if you can remember that i danced#my ramblings#personal
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erik please let me take sam to cabela’s i would bring a uv-blocking umbrella and everything i want to run around with him all excited to look at cool boats and camping gear 😭😭
#redacted asmr#redacted sam#this is all i want in life#i am a simple man#i just want someone to look at the big fish tank with#and to lie down in tents with while pretending we’re testing them out#let me do southern boy things with the southern boy
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Birthday
Day 4 of (write) anything that you want to! week. I won't give away the main trope of this but the side trope is friends to lovers. Series Masterlist.
Thursday: trope night
‘Happy birthday, darling,’ he smiles sweetly, extends the flowers in his hands. ‘The big 30!’
‘The big 30,’ you echo.
Behind you, the party is in full swing. It’s just friends and family, really; not a very big group but they chat about and joke around with each other. You stand transfixed at the sight of Matty dressed in a simple black button-down. Remnants of a stubble decorate his face and hints of his tattoo peek through the open collar. His hair is messy, his hair is always messy like he’s been running his hands through them and his eyes shine with joy.
‘Come in,’ you say, voice hoarse, and step aside.
He doesn’t need an introduction to the people already gathered there. They all know him, your friend of over a decade. They all say hello, include him in their conversation while you find a vase for the flowers.
Stepping into your bedroom feels like stepping into another dimension. It’s quiet, still faint notes of a song float in. Every once in a while, raucous laughter echoes around but in this moment it’s just you in your bedroom, sitting on your slightly messy bed, Matty’s flowers on your lap.
Thirty whole years gone, thirty years worth of a life lived…
‘You alright?’ his voice brings you out of your reverie.
Matty leans against the doorframe, one hand holding a glass of champagne, the other in his pocket. He looks like he belongs; in your bedroom, in your space. In your life.
‘Just feeling a bit nostalgic is all,’ you smile and pat the space next to you.
‘Do you remember when we pre-gamed so hard before your birthday party that we ended up passing out in my bedroom?’
He laughs and winces in embarrassment at the memory. ‘God, how old were we? 23?’
‘Babies, really!’ you shake your head. ‘I don’t think I would survive that hangover now.’
He chuckles a bit at that. You are suddenly and intensely aware of how close he sits, how his thigh is pressed up against yours, your bodies leaning into each as if by some invisible gravitational pull.
Comfortable silence wraps around you like an old, familiar blanket and you let the moment carry you away. He doesn’t stiffen, doesn’t hesitate when he feels you rest your head on his shoulder. He simply tilts his own to rest onto yours.
‘I thought you wouldn’t make it today,’ you confess softly, ‘what with the tour and all.’
‘And miss your birthday? Not a chance.’ A beat. ‘Besides, I’m here with ulterior motives.’
That gets your attention.
He shifts around a bit, grabs something from his pocket. His wallet. It takes a second for him to open it and dig around but finally out comes a perfectly preserved square of paper.
You sit up with a jolt, gasp in shock. He’s loving every bit of disbelief on your face as he hands you the paper.
‘Shut up, it’s not!’
‘It very much is,’ he counters.
You don’t need to open the paper to know what it says. You already know the words by heart. Still, as if possessed, you unfold it gingerly.
If I’m still single by the time I’m 30, I will marry you immediately.
Both yours and Matty’s names underneath it, signed in hot pink glitter just to drive home the point.
‘You didn’t think I forgot about this, did you?’ he teases softly.
The paper is yellowed, almost as old as your friendship and just as cherished. Each groove, each wrinkle filled with love and memories.
‘I– you still have this?’ It’s right in front of you, this “contract” that you both signed after you went through a bad breakup at 19. Still, it feels unreal that you’re holding it after all these years.
‘It comes with me everywhere,’ he states proudly. ‘I almost got it laminated at one point.’
He gives you a moment to examine the relic, to just hold it and let the memories wash over you. Memories of a bedroom not too different from this one. Memories of two 19 year olds sat side-by-side exactly like this. Matty wiping the tears from your cheeks—then full of heartbreak and now full of utter, blissful happiness.
‘Fucking Trevor,’ you both say simultaneously and then burst into a fit of giggles.
His eyes shine brightly, his smile brighter still. Outside the song fades out with soft piano notes.
‘I was going to get you a ring as a birthday gift.’ His tone is joking, light but his eyes hold so much longing.
‘I would have said yes,’ you whisper back, unsure if you mean it as a joke or not.
Matty lifts up his hand, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
‘So what is it?’ you clear your throat in hopes that he won’t hear your racing heart, ‘my birthday gift, that is.’
‘This,’ he whispers and presses his lips onto yours.
#matty healy imagine#matty healy fluff#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975#matty healy drabble#drabble#fluff#matty x reader#this is all i want in life#matty healy x reader#fem reader#f#matthew healy x reader#matty healy#matthew healy#matty the 1975#ross macdonald#adam hann#george daniel#the 1975 fic#write anything that you want to#best friends to lovers#friends to lovers#birthday
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sometimes i see you on my dash and i think to myself "maybe things will b okay" idk you're just nice i guess
i’m actually sobbing right now 😭 this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me 🥺
things will be okay. it may not feel like it in the moment, but it will be. maybe we don’t have the best beginning, our brains may be against us and our trauma haunts us. but you know what? i think people who struggle with things like this, or along the lines, makes us strong as fuck. do you know how much bravely and strength it takes to fight your brain everyday and stay here? a fuck ton!
things like this don’t make you weak, even if it feels so. choosing to stay here everyday or fight whatever it is daily, that’s true strength. it really is. i’m so glad i make you feel like things will be okay bc they truly will be in time. i promise <3
if you need anyone to talk to, i’m right here <3
#i’m going to remember this compliment forever#this is all i want in life#to make people feel okay and hopeful#you’re never alone#i promise <3
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world#why is death from stress the end game for so many of them#this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life#rambling#I still never got over miura’s passing man#and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork#it’s just… all so bleak#fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful#your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now#I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good#this should be normalized
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I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
#make me quit my job so i can lay in bed all day and be in total sex bliss#i want everything in my life to be sex#milky talks#corruption kink#hard k1nk#object insertion.#i just came to someones selfie<3#r@petoy#fr33use#cnc free use#cnc k!nk#dark k1nk#fav
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i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)
(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)
#yknow. got an idea. had a breakdown. bon appetit#this was the creative impulse i was referring to on sunday#my art#secret life#secret life spoilers#slsmp#grian#geminitay#briefly#trafficblr#also#mostly bc i am proud of it and partly bc i want people to know it’s on purpose:#grian is not trying to rhyme at all in this part. he is being deliberately unhelpful#he lowkey tries to fuck it up on purpose in that second to last panel but the secret keepers just switch rhyme schemes#the one time he completes an end rhyme is because he lost his temper#anyway yeah this was motivated mostly by me wanting to see if i could do it
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Thinking about the time I lost a game of Overwatch and I was so mad about it that I genuinely considered getting into shit with the other team in chat and then realized that it was a colossal waste of my living breathing Human Time and uninstalled Overwatch instead because it was only making me angry.
And then thought about the OTHER time when I was on TikTok and realized I was Not Enjoying Myself and was, in fact, seeing so many sad videos and fake influencer ads that I felt Truly Despondent and then just…Deleted it.
Imo I want my social media /general media experience to be a pleasant break from real world and I get to decide what I get to cull to make that a reality for myself. I highly reccomended it! Life has improved considerably!
#look not having social medias is not My Personality#however like. no twitter. no insta. no tiktok.#do I know anything???? no.#am I up to date on literally anything pop-culture????? also no#and if that stuff’s important to you absolutely stick with it!#maybe this is a direct reaction to growing up terminally online from 2012 onward but i am freeeeee#it’s honestly made a huge difference in my life! i CAN just say no to these apps that want to suck all my time away!!!!
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