#mattie•answers🖤

[your-big-bro-mattie444]

hiiiiii idr when i followed you (if i followed you lmao i’m bad at using tumblr). i just wanted to pop in and say hi :)

would’ve done a non-anon but idk how to make an ask from my alt blog if that’s even possible. 🥴 idrk what the point of this ask was except to make friends or w/e (if you post this one i think i can reply from my alt lol)

Ahh that’s perfectly okay!(I have a side blog and I don’t think I can send asks either so I think it’s a side blog thing..?)

But hey! (: I’m down for friends❤️

[suugarbabe]

enzo berkshire x gn!reader

summary: you think enzo forgot your birthday, he just wanted to make it special (with a little help)

warnings: major fluff piece

an: specifically dedicated to my favorite boy, my hubby babe @musingsofahufflepuff happy birthday my love 🫶🏻🫶🏻 special thanks to @ellecdc for editing 🖤

Usually you were early to everything, never wanting to be late; never wanting someone to think their time was not important to you. But Enzo was very specific that you not meet him at the greenhouse until 6pm. It seemed like he had been avoiding you all day. It’s not like you ever really made a big deal out of your birthday, not in a ‘I need attention from everyone, all my friends must sing to me in the great hall and other houses join’ kind of way. But you did have some expectation that your own boyfriend would give at least a little bit of recognition. 

However it seemed like as soon as you made it to breakfast he was leaving. His hands rested on your shoulders as he placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, “Mornin’ baby, sorry...can’t stay, gotta run.” He then plucked the toast Theo had just finished spreading jam over and stuffed the corner in his mouth before shooting you a wink and striding out the great hall. 

“Coglione!”  Theo shouted after him, throwing his hands in the air. You shook your head laughing, turning to the rest of your friends with a thumb jutting over your shoulder, “Since when is he the first of us to leave breakfast?” 

Matty shrugged, “You think I pay attention to that kind of stuff?” 

The same kind of behavior happened following afternoon classes. As soon as McGonagall dismissed everyone, Enzo was placing a quick kiss to your lips, mumbling something about having “so much to do, so little time” but that he’d “make it up to you he swears”. You were honestly getting a little sad. He had to have known it was your birthday. 

You hadn’t been dating for that long, but your birthday was one of the first things he asked you about yourself. So surely he hadn’t forgotten. 

It was on your way to the library that you finally ran into him again. “Ah, there you are my darling. Plan on being in there long?” He asked, nodding toward the large double doors of the library as he settled his hands on your waist. 

“That depends,” your own hands found solace laced behind his neck, “do you have somewhere else for me to be?” 

Enzo bit his lip, barely containing his smile before giving you a shrug of his shoulders, “Maybe. Meet me at the greenhouse at 6, okay?” He gave your sides a playful squeeze, kissing your cheek before running off. 

You turned quickly, “Enzo..wait!” But his long legs had already taken him halfway down the corridor, throwing a cheeky “6 o’clock sharp, love!” over his shoulder as he went.

He was up to something. You diverted yourself from the library and straight to the slytherin dorms to try and find answers, but nobody would tell you what it was. 

You tried to get any information you could out of your friends; you already knew Matty would be as stubborn as a hippogriff, so instead you tried whom you thought would be an easier target. 

“Oh, Teddy,” you sang his name out as you walked  through the common room entrance. 

“I do not know anything,” he said, his eyes never leaving his book. 

You jutted your bottom lip in a small pout before trying again, “Cosa sta combinando?” (what is he up to?). 

Theo simply turned the page of his book, answering in the same monotone voice as before, “I do not know anything.” 

“You know something! Enzo tells you everything!” you huffed, crossing your arms as you sunk into the sofa. 

“It’s no use; Enzo told him to only answer with that phrase, no matter what you said to him,” Mattheo offered, a cheeky smirk plastered on his features. 

“Besides,” he continued, pushing up the sleeve of his uniform and peering at his watch, “you have about half an hour before you have to meet him.” 

Coming up to the greenhouse, a different sort of glow seemed to emanate from the glass. There was a low hum of soft music as you entered; fairy lights draped the edge of the ceiling along with tea lights and other sized candles spread around the space which appeared to be responsible for that very glow.  

On the table in the center of the green house was a table adorned with a cake, drinks and a plant you had never seen before. Standing proudly next to the table was your boyfriend; his hands clasped behind him as a shy smile graced his features. 

“Happy Birthday, baby,” Enzo’s arms opened welcomingly as you got closer before you were captured in his embrace. “Sorry if it seemed like I was too busy for you all day, I didn’t mean for it to feel that way. I just wanted this all to be perfect for you.” 

Pulling back slightly you looked up at him, “Everything you do for me is perfect, Enz, cause you’re the one doing it.” 

A dusting of pink covered the bridge of his nose before clearing his throat, “Anything for my favorite person.” 

It was your turn to blush, turning towards the table and addressing it instead of your boyfriend, “So, erm, you did all of this for me?” 

Enzo’s smile widened as he pulled out a chair for you and gestured for you to sit, “So I may have had a little bit of help. But only because they insisted on being able to contribute so you knew they also cared.” 

“They?” your eyebrows rose slightly. Enzo nodded, his dimple on display as he explained everything to you with increased enthusiasm. 

“Theo made the cake for us; white cake and buttercream frosting in your favorite color, just like you like it. And Matty was able to sneak us some drinks, which is the only task i’d give him because-”

“There’s no way you’d trust him to make a cake,” you’d finished for him. Enzo giggled lightly, 

“Exactly. You get it.” He gave you a flirty wink before standing next to the large plant at the end of the table, “And this…this is my gift for you.” 

Enzo moved it a little closer for you to see it properly. At first glance it looked like a beautiful array of sunflowers; but upon further inspection you noticed some difference you couldn’t quite explain on your own, shining leaves seeming to come from the stems, the shine also mixed in with the petals. 

“What is it, Enzie?” 

Enzo stood a little taller, obviously very proud of himself, “This, my love, is a brand new plant creation I made…just for you.” 

Your eyes that were previously taking in the plant locked with his; warm copper now twinkling with delight. 

“I took your favorite, the Sunflower, and mixed it with my favorite, Nifflers Fancy. I wanted to get you flowers anyway, but I figured why just buy some random bouquet when I can grow something as enticing as the person in front of me.” 

Your eyes grew wide, “Enz..” 

Enzo shook his head with a smile, “It’s no big deal, I just..love you so much and sometimes I don’t feel like the words are enough so I figured, why not try and make you something? It took a little bit and I had to try and find the right soil mixture to keep both plants happy, but eventually I was able to get it done. 

“Had to repot it this morning, which is why I had to run off so quickly. And then I had to finish decorating this afternoon. I’m sorry if it felt like I wasn’t giving you the attention you deserve,” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead which made your chest burst with warmth. 

You grabbed his hands in yours as he sat down next to you, thumbs running over his knuckles soothingly, “It’s okay, Enzie baby. I have to admit…I just thought that maybe you forgot.”

Enzo’s face displayed mock offense, “Darling…I could never forget! I’ve been planning since you told me when it was. C’mere..” Enzo grabbed the edge of your chair and pulled you closer to him. Your breath hitched slightly, eyes holding steady to his. 

Still holding the chair he leaned in closer, nose nuzzling just under your jaw before placing a soft kiss against your skin, “I remember everything about you,” he placed another kiss against your neck, “what you like, how you smell, how  you taste…” 

His lips captured yours, soft and slow, like he was trying to memorize every detail he felt. Your hands wrapped around his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his head like an encouragement to deepen the kiss. 

A low groan emanated from Enzo’s throat before pulling apart. He rested his forehead on yours as he smiled, “Careful there, love. Any more of that and we’ll never enjoy the drinks and cake our friends worked so hard for.” 

You moved your head ever so slightly, capturing his lips once more for the briefest of moments before agreeing, “You’re right…and I do really appreciate their contributions.” 

Enzo stood then, digging in his pockets before producing two candles and a muggle lighter. You couldn’t contain your smile, the giddy feeling of pure happiness spreading through your chest as you watched your boyfriend place two candles on the cake before flicking the lighter to life, “I could only find two, so..sorry about that. Also, please don’t tell Theo I snagged his lighter.” 

Enzo then stood behind you, kissing the top of your head, “Make a wish.”

[4ngels0uls]

Sauna

Don’t like don’t read.

Summary: Jake, johnnie, Tara, sam, colby, Chris, Matt, nick. All go to a public pool and they find out it’s only them there and Johnnie and y/n go into the sauna alone.

Paring: fem!reader x shy!friends!johnnie.

Warnings: use of y/n, cursing, smut, P in v,(let’s pretend reader is on the pill.), jerking off, fingering, yelling, etc (can’t think of them all.)

A/N: the pool is indoor btw😭 I’m also very scared cuz this is my first story shit. Also I haven’t read it so idk if there’s any mistakes.🖤

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Y/ns pov.

Me, Johnnie, Jake, Tara, sam, colby, Matt, Chris, and nick all suggest to go to a pool because they haven’t been swimming a quite awhile. “Hey, you guys. We should go swimming.” Tara says. “Yeah we should. I haven’t been swimming in awhile.” Jake answers. Everyone nods their heads wanting to go to a swimming pool.

Tara goes and get ready while searching for a bathing suit along with searching the web for an open swimming pool considering it’s 6:30 pm. Me and Johnnie always sleep over with each other, we’re basically a married couple but we just don’t like… kiss or have sex.. I’ve thought about it before and I’m sure Johnnie has too.

Anyway, I literally share a room with Johnnie so I follow him to his room since I have a bunch of shit in there like my clothes, underwear, bras, and all that shit. Johnnie closes the door behind us. “I bought new bathing suits not that long ago for a summer. Can I model them for you” I ask Johnnie. Me and Johnnie have always been so comfortable with each other we’ve literally seen each others body’s before…

“Yeah, sure model them for me y/n.” Johnnie answers. Alright more horny sounding voice much. I just put the bathing suit on in front of him because, who cares? I stand in front of Johnnie’s bathroom mirror. “I don’t know Johnnie.. I look too fuckin chubby in this one” I tell him. He comes up from behind and hugs me. “You’re never to cubby y/n.” Johnnie says back. I smile. Johnnie slightly grinds on my ass. I think he might have a hard on.

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Johnnie’s pov.

Fuck y/ns body makes me fucking feel something. I’m not a perv or anything, it’s just that she’s just so fucking hot and she doesn’t even know. I start grinding on her ass a bit concerning I have an aching rock in my skinny jeans right now.

I accidentally let out a groan while looking at her in the mirror while she looks at me. “Johnnie…?” Y/n asks. “Fuck. I’m sorry y/n… that was fucking gross.. Jesus I’m so sorry” I answer. “I don’t care Johnnie. Rip this shit off me for all I care.” She replies. I get pulled closer to y/n and she gets on her knees in front of me.

End of Johnnie’s pov

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Y/ns pov

I get on my knees infront of Johnnie. “Hurry before Tara or someone else comes in.” I say. He look’s like he has a shit load of anxiety but shit… I do too… I’ve never had someone’s fucking dick in my mouth… not even down there… I’m still a virgin and he doesn’t even know. He stands in front of me and zips his skinny jeans down. I kitty lick his tip and he groans softly but quietly. I start taking him in my mouth fully till the door opens. It’s nick… fuck sakes. “WHOA!” He yells then slams the door shut. “Fuck shit fuck.” Johnnie starts panicking. “It’s fine Johnnie just pull your pants up and act like nothing happened, you hear me?”

“mhm” he hums. We get our bags and start to get into Tara’s little pink car with only.. 5 fucking seats. Jesus.. “come here my Matty bo bo bear.” Chris says with a smile. Matt gets on Chris’s lap which means I have to sit on Johnnie’s. Johnnie gets in and smiles at me. I smile back and get on his lap and close the door.

While we’re driving I look at nick to see he’s staring at me with a bit of disgust and embarrassment in his eyes. “What the fuck were you guys doing?” Nick mouths to me. “What? Me giving him a bj?” I mouth back. “WHAT!” Jake yells. We all look at him. “YOU GAVE JOHNNIE A BLOW JOB!?” He yells again. oh my god… i look at Jake embarrassed realizing he was reading our lips thru the mirror.

Few minutes later we arrive at the pool and we all check it out and me and Johnnie go to the family bathroom, Cause who gives a fuck? I undress and start putting my bathing suit on. “how did Jake know?” Johnnie breaks the silence. “I was mouthing to nick.” I answer. “oh.” Johnnie responds dryly. We all get into the pool and swim around for a bit till Johnnie asks me, “hey wanna go in the sauna?”

“Sure!” I respond. Me and Johnnie get up from out of the pool and go into the sauna. We sit in the silence for a bit. “can we finish what we were doing?” Johnnie asks. “In here?” I ask. “Please y/n” he begs. I smirk at him begging and go sit in his lap. I kiss him deeply and he grabs my waist and kisses me more deep. More of a meaning kiss. He groans into the kiss. I break the kiss and look into his eyes. “Please y/n” he begs again

I get up off his lap and start going down on my knees and Johnnie looks up and groans once again. I pull his swim shorts down and kiss the tip. “fuck.” He whispers. I take him fully in my mouth fully deep throating him at this point. I look up at him while sucking him off and he looks like he’s holding a moan back. I take my mouth off with a pop and start jerking him off. “make your noises for me.” I tell him. He start whimpering and groaning almost every time I move my hand. “C-close.” He moans out. “Cum on my face handsome.” I tell him.

I’m never the one to take dirty to someone but fuck… Johnnie is fucking hot to not. He starts shooting his hot load all on my face and in my mouth. “fuck y/n” he whispers. He brings my face up to his. We share a long intense kiss. His hands slip down my bottoms and he slides his finger against my clit making me whimper. “Johnnie.” I let out a light sigh. He lays me down against the hot wood in the sauna. we’re sweating like crazy at this point.. he pulls my bottoms down all the way and throws them somewhere.

He lightly licks my clit, grazing his tongue against my wet folds. “fuck your wet.” He mumbles against my clit making shocking waves of pleasure down my body. He starts flicking his tongue and putting a finger in me making my back arch. “Fuck Johnnie!” I moan out. He slaps his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. He pumps his finger in and out of me and I scream out “close!” And he smirks against my folds.

“Cum on my face y/n” he mumbles against my folds again making me cum all on his face and it goes on his chin to his neck. “fuck Johnnie” I whisper. “I want you to know what you taste like.” He comes up and kisses me. I smile into the kiss and he pulls away. “Ride me before we go.” He begs. I smile and get on top of him. I sink down onto his hard dick. “Hmugh fuck!” I moan. I start bouncing up and down and Johnnie holds my waist to help me.

I bounce up and down my tits following along with my bouncing. “oh fuck y/n” Johnnie moans out. I hold onto his shoulders for support. My legs start going numb. I start sucking and biting on Johnnie’s neck making dark purple hickeys that’ll be very noticeable. “Fuck me! I’m close y/n!” Johnnie yells out. “M’ too!” I yell back. I bounce more roughly a couple times till he cums in me and I cum with him. “oh fuck…” he realizes he cummed in me. “It’s fine Johnnie, I’m on the pill.” I tell him. “okay” he replies. We grab our swim shit and put it on and walk out of the sauna.

Me and Johnnie see them all still there and we jump into the cold water and Jake and Tara come up to us. “Fuck me! Im close y/n!” Jake mimics Johnnie and Johnnie goes bright red. “M’ too!” Tara also yells and we both are very red and Jake and Tara are laughing. the car ride home was awkward…

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how the fuck do I do this?

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Devil's Luck - Dr. Fearless/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader (with some masc nicknames), nothing but typical Fearless failcringe (we love it).

Wordcount: 6836

Summary: Your luck was so weird, you could end up doing something random like win a contest to an online horror host's livestream thanks to a friend, and somehow manage to meet your soulmate, but that might be pushing it, right?

Notes: My first Fearless >:3 this was part of a trade with the wonderful @lakesofneptune for writing me Matty 💗/)//w//(\💗 it was amazing, so in return I've put on my fangs and written this 🧛 I hope you all enjoy~ 🖤🖤🖤

You didn't know how your luck worked, but boy was it prevalent in the weirdest of ways. Hitting every single detour to the point of being late, and still managing to do it on the one day of the month where it somehow still benefited you. Losing your wallet right before you need to pay for groceries, and having it be returned by the hottest person in the store just in time. Entering a random contest because your best friend only wanted half of the prize, and knowing your track record he’d written down your name on the off chance you won, so naturally you did.

That was how you ended up here on a late Monday night of all nights, the details given to you by your friend just hours before as he excitedly barged into your apartment with the announcement email printed off. You'd just gotten home, and he knew that since you were neighbours, the man waiting for you with bated breath it seemed as you watched him slap the paper down on your counter while you were still in the process of taking off your coat. ‘I just made your whole night,’ he boldly claimed, and you just blinked at him while you remained frozen mid-removal. ‘You just won the privilege to be on TV, courtesy of me! Well, not exactly, but it is being livestreamed, that's where the channel is- nevermind, just get ready, there's a dress code for this so you fit in, I wish they'd sent this earlier, we might've had time to do your hair.’

You blinked again as he spoke, his hands wild and his eyes scanning your closet for something that would fit said dress code, and you finished taking off your coat and set it over the back of your couch. ‘Uh, hello to you too,’ you said as you moved on to your shoes, not bothered at all as he started motioning for you to move a little faster. 

‘Okay, I know this doesn't happen for a few hours, but you really do need to get ready,’ he insisted as he headed for your closet and inspected it more closely, your pair of black boots you saved for winter coming out along with the trenchcoat you bought as part of a Halloween costume years ago and just never donated when you were done with it.

‘What the hell are you dressing me as?’ you asked with a curious raise of your eyebrows at the startings of the ensemble, and he seemed unsure about the coat but ultimately set it aside with the boots. He didn't answer you, just rushed to your bedroom to raid your other closet presumably, and you sighed and followed him before he made a mess. 

‘Need dark clothes, spikes, leather, uh… you still have the rest of that costume? I can lend you some of my stuff if you don’t,’ he wondered without even looking at you, and you resigned yourself to your fate and started to dig through the boxes buried behind all the stuff you actually wore.

‘If this is for some kinda sex thing-’

‘It’s not! It's classy, just gothic, I swear,’ he insisted when your outfit was chosen, and as you stared down at it you had to trust your weird luck and that your friend wouldn't lead you astray.

‘Fine, so what is this? Something livestreamed, am I like, putting on a presentation? Do I need to memorize anything?’ There was no fighting this, might as well go with the flow, it would be less painful this way when he brought you to this mysterious location.

‘Well, there's this channel I watch, and they're all about horror, you know how much I love horror; anyway, they got two tickets to that new vampire movie that's coming out, we're talking premium seats, free popcorn, opening night, it's sick as hell. So they started a contest, write them an email about how much you love horror and the first place winner gets the tickets as well as a spot on the show when they go to collect them, and that's gunna be you!’ It was then you noticed that he was dressed a little fancier than usual, his hair was slicked back and he was wearing eyeliner, his own gothness upped a few levels for the occasion.

‘Lemme guess, the winner gets to bring a friend,’ you figured, your reflection showing you a pair of vampires by the time you were done, it was almost kind of funny. 

‘Of course, it's first prize, plus I'm not leaving without those tickets,’ he told you matter of factly, and he looked you over before humming to himself and snapping his fingers. He pulled out an eyeliner pen from his pocket and quickly applied it to you, he was very prepared for this, and you had to admit it did look like you were about to hit the local goth club or something like this. ‘That'll have to do, time to head out, thank you so much for doing this for me, you know how much I hate being on camera.’

‘Oh, so that's why I'm the scapegoat here,’ you realized flatly while you did up your shoes, but he completely missed or ignored your sarcastic tone. 

‘It's just for a half hour, the host is pretty eccentric and he does bits between the movies, so most of your appearance will be banter, and you know how bad I am with that,’ he reminded you like you weren't already well aware of how he clammed up the moment someone shot a quip back at him. ‘So based on the other guests I've seen, you'll just go on, do some talking about horror stuff - which you can bullshit your way through, you've known me long enough - announce a short film submitted to or found by the producers, and then whatever movie is playing next. After that you'll probably get my tickets, we can get outta there, and I’ll tell you if the movie is any good.’

‘Wha- I don't even get to go after all this?’

‘Hell no, you know I’ve been trying to ask that girl down at the 2nd floor out, this is the perfect date, actually perfect, I can’t- I cannot waste this on just us hanging out, can’t do it man, I’m sorry,’ he apologized profusely while also managing to sound not sorry at all, something he was incredibly good at.

‘Alright, but if she doesn’t go for it, I want that second seat,’ you bargained, to which he gladly agreed as thanks for you doing this. That settled, he picked the paper back up off the counter and led the way to his car; the place was some rented building in what used to be a stripmall, all the shops around it closed and rented out for various reasons like this, between self storage, an apartment you were pretty sure, and a small-time but very heavily guarded liquor store. It wasn't impressive, but it brought life to the place you could see as people filled the normally empty parking lot now that the sun had set and the show was about to be in progress.

You’d learned that while it was livestreamed for its channel, they also opened their doors to the locals as well to stop in, catch a movie, and donate if they liked what was going on. You could see that the small crowd they drew were very much into it, no one there ironically to your surprise, and you started to worry that maybe bullshitting your way through your half hour wouldn’t be as easy as your friend thought; you were a casual enjoyer of horror compared to him, and these other people. You liked to see the latest stuff with your favourite B-Tier actor in it when he reappeared for roles, and you enjoyed the popular classics and the odd camp as much as the next guy, but could you get away with that when the person walking in front of you had the bride of Dracula shaved into his hair?

‘I don’t think I can do this, they’ll know I didn’t write the letter,’ you gulped when you transitioned from stripmall to eerily decorated rooms, the whole place looking more like you were about to enter a haunted house than a set. 

‘Shit, I knew I forgot something, I printed it off so you could read it, maybe drop a line or two,’ he hissed before he was forcing a huge smile and presenting his winning ticket even though it should’ve been you. The ticket taker, a tall woman with bright red hair and too many piercings to count, looked you both over before motioning for a shorter woman with white hair done up in high twintails with fake devil horns on her headband to lead your way, and you followed her nervously until you reached the set. It was done up even more than the foyer, two plush chairs with an old box tv between them as the main attraction while the rest was decorated to look like a castle library you presumed.

There was a coffin in the left corner right before the backdrop ended, candles galore - although you were sure they were mostly for show, burnt down until the wax got everywhere while fake ones were hidden between - as well as jars filled with various things. There were so many fake cobwebs you were sure some real ones were bound to be mixed in by now, and even a fake fireplace and chandelier hung from the ceiling next to the boom mic. It was a pretty well-loved set, every nook and cranny you could see positively filled with Halloween and horror themed things; while it looked cheap to buy, everything was touched up and placed with great care, and even now people were leaving tips and browsing the small corner of the room dedicated to themed treats as well as the graciously flowing popcorn maker.

‘Wow, this is the real deal,’ you said aloud before you could help yourself, and instantly you felt a presence behind you that wasn't your friend or the woman who’d brought you over.

‘Indeed, welcome to my humble abode, I trust you’re the lucky vic- I mean, guest I’ll have the honour of sitting with tonight?’ It was a man’s voice, heavy with an over the top Transylvanian accent, and when you turned you were very much not ready to see who it belonged to; out of everyone there, it was clear even from a distance that this was your host, your eyes looking up and up until you met his own. He was pale, caked in makeup to make him appear almost dead, his eyes surrounded by more black than you’d ever seen on anyone outside of Halloween, with a thin, red scar trailing from his forehead to his cheek and a pair of long Nosferatu-style fangs resting over his bottom lip. 

He was all dressed up in his vampiric best, from the black suit overtop his silky, purple shirt, to the red jeweled medallion hanging between the clasps of his impressively expensive-looking cape, but none of that was what really caught your eye. No, it was the haircut, a bob with triangle bangs that were cut way too high, and you couldn’t stop the small and short laugh as it escaped your throat when you saw it. Instantly your friend was there to stop you from letting out more and to introduce himself, your host’s eyes only on you despite the rudeness even as his hand was taken in an eager handshake.

‘Hey! Sorry about that, my name is-’

‘Please, with all due respect, it is your captivating friend here which I am interested in,’ he interrupted as he stole his hand back and presented it to you instead, and you noticed the black nail polish to top it all off when you looked down. ‘You’re the winner of my little search for a lover of all things macabre and fiendish, are you not?’

‘Uh, yeah, that’s me,’ you lied, your friend frozen in shock at getting to shake his hand even for that brief moment.

‘Wonderful, I could sense it when I looked at you, your blood smelled positively rich with fright even from across my theater, a creature after my own heart,’ he swooned like he was in love, and one quick glance to your friend told you it was all part of the bit, he thought himself a Romeo of monsters.

‘Oh, I don’t know if it’s fright, but-’ You cut yourself off when he then took your hand, tired of waiting for you to shake it, but instead of the greeting your friend had gotten, he simply lifted your hand up while he leaned over, and you felt his fake teeth press into your skin as he kissed you hello. 

‘Divine, your pulse under my lips makes my heart soar, perhaps I may get more acquainted with it during the show, turn you into one of my own,’ he thought aloud as he stared at you through dark makeup and long lashes, and you didn’t know whether to laugh or blush at how hard he was hamming it on before the cameras even started rolling.

‘Yeah, sure, I’m the winner, aren’t I? Pretty good prize to become a vampire at the end,’ you joked, but he seemed to take it seriously as his eyes widened briefly in excitement.

‘What a handsome addition to my clan,’ he whispered before kissing you again, and this time you felt less sure about how much he was actually hamming it or if he was a better actor than you originally thought. Your moment was quickly interrupted when a new person arrived to hand him his script for the night, the two talking quietly to themselves as you were guided presumably just out of sight by the shorter woman again. She gave you the quick rundown while you were gently touched up for the cameras, how you were indeed going to be called on, do some banter, introduce some things, and then you were free to go claim your tickets. 

Seemed easy enough, and his eccentricness seemed just as easy to match as long as you forgot the fact that 20+ people were watching you in this room alone, so you practiced your breathing and waited as the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell over the coffin in the corner. You hadn’t watched him enter it but apparently he had, the fireplace now roaring to life behind the chairs and TV, each of the fake candles now creating shadows on everything. The chatter started to quiet until the whole room was silent, everyone gathered into the mismatch of thrifted couches and chairs so it really felt like a theater or even a living room, the only sounds that of the snacks currently being chewed and the fog machine whirring to life.

‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light,’ his voice came from the speakers placed around the room, but there was no applause, that wasn't the atmosphere of this place. The coffin creaked open with a perfectly timed soundboard hit, the creak overly loud as he reached out delicately and pushed the lid until he was revealed, and the spotlight landed perfectly on him as he looked out onto the crowd before focusing on the camera. ‘Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me. Tonight, we have a horrible lineup of classic horror monsters to terrify you with, to finish off our Marathon of Madness leading into the most wonderful month of the year, October.

‘We also have not one, but two short films made by aspiring fearmakers, full of monsters the likes of which this castle has yet to house, let us hope none of them decide to crawl through your screen and find a home there.’ He left the coffin completely as he spoke, taking careful steps towards the leftmost chair, and as soon as he sat down the TV blinked to life, static filling the room as the spotlight faded into something gloomier so the room wasn't in complete darkness apart from the candles. ‘But first, let us welcome our Ghoulish Guest for tonight, the answer to my howls in the dark, the Passenger of the Demeter!’

That was your cue, and the soundboard lit up again with a very classic organ tune as bats chirped in the background, a roar of thunder sounding as you sat across from him. You went to shake his hand properly this time, but again he refused, another kiss warming your hand before he quickly turned your arm to expose your wrist; your eyes widened as he leaned in for a bite, and you almost let him surprisingly enough before you felt the tips of his fangs press into your skin. You jerked away, and he feigned offense before catching himself, an apology tossed your way with a great flourish.

‘Forgive me, I thought you might be offering me a drink to start off the evening, these films often leave me quite parched,’ he projected, and when you opened your mouth to say it was okay you found a zombie standing beside you dressed as a butler; he held out a golden tray, of course silver would be off the menu, and on it was what could only be described as a grand - at least from afar - goblet next to a large wine glass. ‘Thank you, my humble helper, this will greatly help until I may have a taste- er, a toast, with our guest,’ he told the man, who loudly groaned and walked off as soon as the drinks were taken.

You could smell that it was simply fruit punch, but the colour was darker, probably deepend with food colouring, they really were the real deal. He held up his goblet while everyone stared, and you ignored them all as you tapped the rim of your glass against his own before taking a small sip. He seemed pleased, and in one swift movement he set down his goblet, crossed his legs, and adjusted his cape with another grand flourish.

‘Now that our thirsts have been quenched, let us partake in this delectable first short film to start off the night, a fearful story about what happens when love takes a desperate turn,’ he told the cameras dramatically, and the TV flickered to life to show everyone the short in question. ‘You're doing wonderful, my Myotis,’ he whispered to you as the short’s audio was blasted through the room, a secondary screen dropping down to reveal a projector hiding above the chandelier so everyone else could watch.

‘Your what?’ you whispered back in confusion, but he either didn't hear you or ignored the question.

‘By the way, since I was so very entranced by your eyes when we met, I forgot to ask what you would like to be called during our gathering, do you have any special name prepared?’

‘Uh, no, not really,’ you chuckled awkwardly, something like that hadn't even been close to being on your mind.

‘I shall name you like the day you were born, then, something chilling but also fitting of your beauty, your charm,’ he offered, still hamming it up even though only you could hear, and you wondered for a moment if maybe this was just… how he always was, this wasn't an act for the cameras.

‘Okay, shock and awe me,’ you agreed as you took another sip of ‘blood’, and his eyes shone in the firelight as he quickly started to think up something befitting of you; he was silly, and so over the top you knew you could never match this energy, but he was also strangely endearing in a way, a childlike wonder and love for all of this setting him apart from everyone else watching so intently before you, and you could see why people came to the streams, not just watched them at home.

The short ended and you actually didn't notice at first until the credits were over and the screen rose again, the film ended on the TV as well as it switched back to the atmospheric static. ‘Wasn't that frightening, my Fiends? Trading the senses just to keep love, choosing the heart of another over being able to ever see them again, have you ever seen anything more romantic?’ Of course no one answered, and in the audience you saw your friend eating all of this up along with the complimentary snacks that came with being the ‘winner's guest’. ‘Ah, but we are not here for romance, we're here for the darkness within us all to be shared, exposed, torn open and put on display like an embalmed, still-beating heart,’ he continued as he covered the lower half of his face with his cape dramatically. ‘Of course, having met our guest tonight, I might finally understand what that kind of devotion might drive someone to, wouldn't you agree?’

The sound of a beating heart pulsed through the speakers, and he stared at you until you met his eye and he raised his eyebrows suggestively, his mouth still hidden. You tried not to laugh, a bit of a chuckle still escaping, and he still took it and held his hands over his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

‘Like music to my ears, but again, we are not here for love, we are here for fear, terror, maybe even a bit of pain for those so inclined-’ Another eyebrow raise, apparently he was the one inclined. ‘-so allow my devilish date to introduce our next short after a quick message from our benefactors.’ You assumed that was his term for the channel's sponsors, and sure enough someone else came back out to talk about some product they were being pushed to promote off to your right, the camera turning to their section of stage while they talked. This allowed you both another moment to talk, and he handed you a card with the next short’s title as well as some information about it as soon as you were out of sight. ‘Memorize this, the way you've already memorized my very soul, my enticing incubus,’ he told you, and this time you couldn't hide your laugh.

‘Okay,’ was all you had to say to that one as you stifled your surprised snickers, the card small and to the point with its words as such.

‘I must say, with the way you wrote that letter to me, I expected more conversation with you, perhaps you are too overwhelmed by my presence to speak? I apologize if so, I never intended to strike you speechless when it is you who steals the words from my very throat until I cannot breathe,’ he continued as he leaned in, his goblet in hand and faintly staining his pale lips a little more red as he sipped again. You shot your friend a glance, of course your personalities would come off as so different, and you didn't want to get him disqualified at the last second when he was so looking forward to his upcoming date.

‘Guess I'm a bit camera shy,’ you didn't exactly lie, and he let out a long, ‘Ahhhhh~’ in understanding as he turned to watch the device film his co-worker.

‘I, too, used to fear the camera, I worried that it wouldn't be able to record me so my dreams of being a horror host would be dashed, but do not fret, my charming cadaver, I can attest that it is more afraid of you than you are of it, you are doing just fine.’ Despite the flowery - weedy? - language you had to admit that he sounded genuine in his advice, and you nodded to yourself as the sponsor finished up and the two of you prepared to be focused on again.

‘Thanks, I think I'm ready now,’ you whispered to him just before the audience was staring at you again, and you took a bigger sip to steel your nerves and held the card in your hand just out of view. 

‘Wasn't that hypnotizing, I feel the need to go to their digital address and present them with the phrase my associate has just shared so generously with you all.’ He wasted no time in getting back to it, he couldn’t afford to when they still needed to get to the movie before it got too late. ‘Now, it is time for our surprise second tale of sorrow, if you'll allow my guest to tell you all about it, the horrifying, the enchanting, the anticipated… Lord Dullahan~’ 

Your eyebrows raised, naming you after the Headless Horseman despite having a head was a bold move, and you stole a glance at your friend and channeled all of his energy as you sucked in a deep breath and felt the atmosphere settle into your bones. ‘Good evening, as a great enjoyer of the strange and unusual, I find myself quite at home here, my dear Fearless,’ you said as grandly as you could, making sure to project your voice loud so it could be picked up by not only the boom mic high above but also the audience, and your friend gave you two thumbs up before delving back into his popcorn with a big smile. 

Fearless, on the other hand, looked positively surprised by you, and you swore you might've seen actual hearts - medically accurate ones at that - in his eyes as he stood up and fell to one knee in front of the TV with a large swish of his cape behind him, his hand finding yours before you could blink.

‘The pleasure is all mine to host you, my dear Dullahan,’ he said like you were the only two in the room, briefly losing himself in the bit it seemed, and the person manning the soundboard thought now would be a perfect time to make use of that beating heart cue again. You heard your friend snicker so you doubled down and kissed his hand before pulling yours away to take another sip, going for a more mysterious air after your long silence in front of everyone else. You couldn't be sure under the lights and his makeup but it almost looked like his cheeks flushed a bit at the gesture, and you grinned at the taste of his own medicine before going back to your little ‘script’.

‘While the storm rages outside, why don't you join us by this warm fire while we watch a tale about what happens when you try to cheat death, and how you might just get exactly the answers you've been looking for along the way.’ You had no cape, but you still hid your face the same way he had, and when you glanced down and saw him still kneeling there you swore that he might actually think you were his soulmate with how genuinely in love he looked, he was a damn good actor under all the camp. ‘Doctor, I believe our guests might not be able to partake along with us as long as you’re down there, would you prefer to watch from your seat, or mine?’

This one threw him through a loop greater than he’d done to you, and when he looked unable to answer, his hands hovering over your own, your knee, his eyes never leaving your own, you then channeled every vampire movie you’d ever seen; you pet him under the chin, dragging your finger across his jaw to his chin in order to make him stand, and he did so easily he might actually be hypnotized, you had to give it to him for selling all this so seamlessly. Just when he looked ready to sit, you stood as well and took his seat, giving him yours to finish the bit, and the TV sparked back to life as he sat down and watched you instead of the screen. Behind you, the short played again just over your heads, and you nearly drank from his goblet before realizing that yours was still on the opposite table.

‘An indirect kiss from you would be like a dream, a nightmare on a stormy night, such bliss you could give me,’ he whispered as he went to drink from your own, and you shook your head and exchanged it back without distracting the audience too much from the film.

‘Sorry, maybe next time,’ you joked, your throat surprisingly dry even after such little speaking. ‘You’re good at improv, sorry for nearly derailing things, by the way.’

He shook his head, his disappointment over the kiss looking a little too real as he set his goblet back down on the other table. ‘Do not trouble yourself over such a trivial thing, none have ever rendered me as silent as the grave as you have, I fear it is my head that may roll by the end of the night,’ he waxed poetically at you, still hamming it up before a new disappointment showed on his face. ‘Ah, but alas, I may never get that privilege, you’re to leave me once the film begins, are you not?’

You paused, you’d almost forgotten about that part, in fact your friend was already starting to gather up his many wrappers and stuff them into the now empty popcorn bag, the flashing lights shining on him in his seat. You frowned, this was too much fun, more than you expected it to be, and you motioned for him to lean in; he eagerly did, his eyes wide and looking pitch black instead of brown in the darkness no matter how close he came to you. ‘Would I be able to stay for the film? I mean, I can move to the audience somewhere, or to the floor if there’s no room, I’ve just… never done anything like this before, I don’t want to leave, not right away, at least?’

He almost broke character as he actually looked away from you and to the people in the glass-partitioned studio where his live editor and director sat, and he had a wordless conversation with them in front of you while the audience focused on the scifi hell going on behind you. When he looked back he was himself again, or Fearless, more rather, and he reached across the TV’s expanse in search of your hand. You humoured him as thanks, and he nodded his head, already coming up with his next lines no doubt as the film above finished up.

‘How terrifying, again we’ve seen what lengths we will go to for love, and what harm we will bring to those in the way of those lengths,’ he said as soon as the screen was raised again, and you nodded at the camera and crossed your legs, his chair definitely more comfy than your own had been despite being the same.

‘Would you ever go to such lengths for love, Doctor?’ you asked in order to keep your presence worth it, and again he tripped over his own tongue as he gazed over to you.

‘I shall tonight, if anyone dares separate us before midnight,’ he threatened playfully with a theatrical wave of his hands, a subtle warning to those behind the glass after his conversation with them. ‘Speaking of, the clock is about to strike, soon it will be October, and I cannot think of better company to start off the season of witches and werewolves and welcome my fellow vampires back into the harvest moonlight.’ He stood and gave his audience a bow, a chorus of bats nearly making you jump as he dipped down low. ‘The time is upon us now, the countdown begins, and so I shall have to bid my guest adieu so we may partake in our grand finale of the evening; Lord Dullahan, if you’d please?’

He extended his hand back to you, and you tried to hide your disappointment as you took it, only for him to get you one last time; he drew you close and lowered his face into your neck, not actually biting you but still startling you enough to make you cling to him in a not so unpleasant fear. Your eyes widened as you sucked in a shaky breath, your fingers digging in what had to be uncomfortably into his bicep and shoulder, and you heard him chuckle before you realized what was going on and you fell limp in his arms.

‘A creature so lovely cannot be permitted to leave this castle alive! Forgive me, my innocent Dullahan, I could not resist the sweet call of your blood, your heartbeat, the way I had to feel it pulse under my piercing fangs… I swear I shall care for you here, this castle will forever be your home, and you will forever be mine!’ You pretended to look drowsily up at him, your grip returning to his arms since you’d gone a bit too limp and there was now a very real chance of him dropping you on the floor in front of everyone. You rubbed at your neck and winced, and when you brought your hand up you showed the red from your obscured glass now staining your fingers to finish selling it.

‘Whatever you desire, Master,’ you slurred, knowing that that kind of title usually went along with these kinds of situations, and you watched in stunned silence as the soundboard accidentally sent out what could only be described as a cartoonish boing sound before the correct sound of thunder crashed instead. Fearless hid his face as he bit his lip, his shoulders tensing as the soundboard operator was wildly chastised behind the glass, and you hid your face in his shoulder until your own laughing stopped. 

‘Very good, I knew I chose well,’ he continued after a brief moment of almost losing it, and you blew out a quick breath and let him help you stand, the loud song of a clock chiming letting you know that it was now midnight. ‘The clock tower! Hear its chimes, and know that midnight is upon us!’ he called out to everyone, and you weren’t surprised as everyone actually joined in on the countdown. As they slowly called out the numbers, Fearless grabbed your drink and handed it back to you, your arms hooked now that you guessed you were his, and when it struck midnight you both drank until your glasses were empty.

You frowned at the taste, that wasn't your fruit punch, and you noticed in the confusion that he’d actually handed you his own, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as you tasted actual wine, guess the colour wasn't just for show in his case.

‘An indirect kiss was indeed such a dream, what bliss,’ he repeated, and you felt your face grow just as red as the liquid in his goblet at how low his voice had become. ‘And now, our grand finale of the evening to start off our marathon to Halloween starting tomorrow night, featuring a marathon of horror as voted by you all out there. So, grab some wine, or blood, of your own, maybe find something tasty to bite into while you watch, as I present to you: The Creature Walks Among Us~’

The screen lowered for the final time, the audience getting up to replenish their snacks for the movie as the opening credits rolled, and your friend quickly threw out his trash and jogged over to you. ‘Great work, I knew you’d be a natural up there, let’s grab those tickets and head out, I’ve already seen this one a million times,’ he said excitedly as the producer came out with an envelope, Fearless finally leaving your side to go get it to present to you.

‘Yeah, actually I think I’m gunna stay,’ you confessed, and he looked between you and your host before something sly showed on his face.

‘For you, my dear Du- forgive me, I suppose you don’t need that title away from our other guests,’ Fearless said almost nervously as he approached with ‘your’ gift, and your friend snatched it from you the second it was placed into your hands.

‘Thanks so much, this was fantastic, I had a real blast tonight, I hope you two enjoy the movie, I know I sure will,’ he told you cheekily before rushing out, probably in the worry that someone might take them back from him, and you waved at his back a moment before turning back to Fearless.

‘Shall I grab a seat now that his is free? I’ve never seen this one before,’ you asked, and he glanced over to it before wrapping his arm - and cape - around your shoulders; he waved aside the solo guy taking up the couch and had him move to your friend’s vacant chair, and the short woman from before brought you a tray filled with complimentary snacks as you both sat down next to each other. She asked for your favourite drink, his already poured into a decorative glass shaped like a skeleton, clearly he also preferred to watch the movie from over here, and he let you sit against him as your own drink was brought over in a glass shaped like a bat curled around a branch. ‘Fancy, you do this with all your prize winners?’

‘No, just you,’ he whispered, and for a moment you actually looked around to see who’d spoken until it hit you that it was him, without the heavy accent. ‘Our mics are off, we can talk a little more normally while this is playing, unless you prefer Fearless?’ he asked, his voice changing back at the end, and you just blinked at him before grabbing some popcorn.

‘And who might you be, if not my dear Dr. Fearless?’ you teased, and this time you were sure he blushed as he let out a small yet nervous laugh.

‘Dwight, actually, and you are?’ You went to say your own name before you stopped, tried to say your friend’s instead, and he shook his head and held up a hand to get you to stop. ‘I figured it out a while ago, but I knew for sure when you said you’d never seen it after singing its praises in the letter,’ he chuckled, and you cringed and sat up a little straighter.

‘I’m sorry, he was really excited for the tickets he’s just- terrible with being put on the spot, I swear he actually is a fan,’ you explained quickly, Dwight looking you over as his face almost changed into someone different; it was then you noticed he’d taken out his fangs so he could enjoy the snacks, and the cute goofiness suddenly transformed into rather handsomeness even with the wig.

‘And you’re not, judging on how you acted with me tonight,’ he confirmed, and you could only nod. ‘But you are now, I take it, after the show you gave everyone?’

‘I might be swayed, you did turn me, after all,’ you joked, Dwight’s eyes drifting to your neck like he might actually try again. ‘The constant love confessions were a surprise though, he didn’t warn me about those when he got me to come on here.’

‘Not a surprise to me, seeing as they were all genuine,’ he said simply before taking a drink, the opening credits finally over as everyone sat back down again to enjoy the film.

‘They were-?’

‘Even if I could tell you weren’t the soulmate I thought you might be in his letter, I must say that I did wanna get to know you, all the same,’ he admitted before hiding himself in a big bite of chocolate, and you thought over everything he’d said the past almost hour as your heart raced a little faster. It was silly, and over the top, and you still had no idea what a Myotis was, but you couldn’t deny that this creature beside you was not only silly but also fascinating, and you sat a little closer to him as you reached across his lap to grab his drink.

‘What was it you said? “An indirect kiss would be bliss”?’ you wondered before taking a sip, his real front teeth biting into his bottom lip as he watched. You gave him your name along with his drink, and you finally saw how your strange luck had struck once again as he offered you a bite of chocolate to go along with your handful of popcorn, the movie barely holding your attention as the two of you whispered to each other all throughout it.

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night love confessions — matty healy

summary: after a night party, matty has the idea (or the need) to confess his love to you.

warnings: some kind of mention about get drunk, alcohol, drugs and substances (but nothing very explicit) nocturnal melancholy, sad atmosphere and some mentions of touches.

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a/n: hey everybody! this is my first au and even i'm scary i really hope you enjoy and like the story, maybe then could put this into a general universe, but idk, it depends i think if it works and if the people like it. anyway, thanks for giving the chance to read it. last thing, english is not my first language so if something it's bad i apologize for that too.

hope you enjoy it 🖤

The bottles that are opened, the containers that fall to the ground, the footsteps of shoes, the music that resonates through the speakers and deafens your ears.

The group of guys you're looking at, the smile one of them gives you at the end of the track. The adrenaline when listening to the band's new song composed by your friends, the lights that make you lose, you feel everything in slow motion.

You drum your fingers on the red disposable cup, before pouring the harsh liquid down your throat and feeling the traces of the rest on your tongue. There is a silence on you, but then you return to the ring with a small scream of happiness, which perhaps multiplies the state you are by a third.

You don't know how many glasses you've had, enough so that your sobriety is hanging by a thread and the hangover of the morning with your head exploding is too evident, but you know that this time nothing else has been mixed. Last time the story didn't end too well, jumping over security fences outside an abandoned club to end up with a sprained right foot and several bruises is not something you want to repeat two weeks later.

— Does anyone know where the hell Matty has gone? — George exasperates, raising his voice over the speakers. Everyone looks at each other confused, without having a clear answer. — God, this guy is going to give me a bad headache one day. —Although he is drunk and has red eyes, he is at his most sane. — You are surprised and turn your expression into an "o".

— He was here a few moments ago, I swear. — Ross responds a while later, moving up to follow him into the crowd.

You sigh a little tired, lately it has become the same routine and with regret inside you decide that you should abandon the staring contest with the black-haired man who is a few meters in front of you.

— I'll bring him back in a moment, let me take care of this. — You pronounce with difficulty, slurring the words and pouting.

— Well, if you can't find us we're probably outside. — Brown hair appears behind George, and even though you know you know the girl, you don't remember her name. You just know that from time to time she and your friend go to some bars .

— She's right. I need to sleep right now. —Ross exclaims, running the fold of her fingers over the sockets of his eyes. — Find him and then we'll leave.

You know Matty well enough to know that when he separates from the group, there are three places he can be doing: 1) In the outside or inside courtyard smoking some kind of cigarette, it's always a different edition so you don't know what you'll find. 2) In the nearest bathroom, with a card in hand and light white tints under the nose and nails. 3) Flirt with the first person you meet at the bar, spending the little money on drinks that will later be deposited on his bed.

— And if you don't find it, what? —Adam asks, in a tone of total concern.

— I will do it, I promise.

— Just... let us know when you get home, girl. —George closes the conversation and everyone else nods at his request, shakes their heads in response and greets them with a "yes, goodbye" in the air.

You hate a little, a lot, the rock superstar life that your entire band has led, it has been like this for years, but especially since they managed to make their first album become famous so quickly, and have devastated the sales stands and the lists have them in their heads. In fact, while you're debating where to start looking for it, Girls starts playing through the speakers. Great, the world makes fun of you with good satire.

It doesn't matter that you don't have clarity to think, your body moves for you and makes its way through quite a few people, until you touch a wall that has two exits: the bathroom and the courtyard. You breathe and try to lower your level to one less, until your instinct kicks in and you know you'll find Matty smoking.

Then you go out to the inner courtyard with the frost freezing your back. Adam was right, you needed your jacket that you left at his house a few hours earlier. The wind makes your eyes turn to glass in a sense, but you don't plan on giving up when you know you're committed to finding and bringing it home in the best condition possible.

You find it almost at the end of the place, away from the main entrances, which catches your attention. He has his leather jacket over his knees, which leaves his arms unprotected despite how thin they are. He's frowning, and when you get closer you see that he's exhaling and inhaling with a thoughtful expression, there's something troubling him even though you can't figure it out.

You reach his side of him and look for a small place to sit, he still has n't realized that someone else is with him, he's still absorbed.

— No girl today? What a loser. — You wake him up and make him jump in his place. — The boys are gone.

— Shit, girl. You really scared me.— He puts his hand on his chest, exactly on his heart. He gives you a half-shot of his eyes, they're freshly red, and you grimace silently. — She's gone too.

— Who? — You cross your legs, and your fishnet stockings catch on a tile out of place. — Shit, they were new. — You moan and realize that you are freezing.

— Luckily for you, buying another one is not difficult. —Now you are the one who frowns while exhaling a considerable amount of smoke.

— Are you okay, Matty? — You don't know why you use his name, but sometimes it helps to bring him back to reality. You look at him when he shakes his head and laughs sarcastically, his curls are out of control and half of them are hanging over his forehead, but he has not bothered to fix them, his white t-shirt he has small red wine stains on it. You can't help but worry about him even if you don't know what you're really into, he's one of the people you love the most and seeing him so subdued burns you more than the glass you drank ten minutes ago. He starts to close his eyes and breathe easier, or so you think. — Hey, I'll take you home, come on.

— Honey, look at me. It's a fucking party and I'm smoking alone. — Speak in the deepest voice, seriously about the subject. Well, that hurts. — Come here. — He hits the jacket that falls on her knees so that you can rest your head there.

He knows that you will not refuse, perhaps because the jacket will keep you warm, because you are tired or because you are very busy and worried. About him you will do everything he asks. Then he drops his head there and slowly rests his legs on the pavement.

Matty's head is about to explode, and not necessarily because of the amount of cocaine he has consumed, although a significant part of it is a factor. He's grateful to have his head against the wall, although he doesn't remember how he got to that position. because he knows that otherwise he would do anything that would ruin the whole environment, no matter how small and silly it was. Lately he's screwed up more things than he's done right, but maybe this is what he longs for most in his life, that when all this terror and this endless nightmare is over (he's more convinced that it won't) you'll still be there, close to him, to support his head or lean on him.

Silence becomes your best friend over and over again. All he wants to do now is cross his hands below your waist and hold you for as long as he is allowed. But he doesn't, his hands are dirty and he couldn't afford to dirty his girl like that, he feels in the depths of his being that if he touched you even a millimeter he would ruin you to the core.

Basically the same feeling he had about himself several weeks ago, he couldn't take the responsibility of taking away all of your shine and everything that characterizes you as his favorite person. He is drugged and drunk, perhaps more than ever, but in this same hazy state he has discovered that perhaps the reason why he continues doing things without stopping is because it is a barrier to his feelings, it inhibits him from being able to think rationally and from being able to feel, It makes him believe that everything is possible, except being able to have you.

You remain motionless on his lap when you begin to close your eyes and he takes the opportunity to look at you, giving himself every detail, capturing the scene forever in his memory: look at how your locks fall on your forehead, how your chest rises and falls every time you you breathe, and the subtle smile on your lips that is the product of drunkenness that also causes a satirical laugh and then dies in its own tranquility. He also notices when you open your eyes, noticing his determined look and you raise an eyebrow in question.

— I need to die, now. Can we go now? — You whisper, also struggling to hold the moment for as many minutes as possible.

— One more and we'll leave, love. — The nickname causes a cerebral shock throughout your cortex, but you hide it with the freezing air that runs through there and you pass him the lighter that has fallen on the floor.— I'll wake you up... maybe in seven minutes? I can't count. — The two laugh and for a second they hold each other's gaze, shining and reflecting on each other.

— Promise? — You ask, and you raise your little finger.

— Promise. — He intertwines them and it's convincing enough for you that you soon go back to sleep, leaving your hand outstretched. Matty has no intention of breaking that contact, so he takes it upon himself to enjoy the seven minutes like this, usually blowing out some hair that obstructs her view of him.

When he is halfway through the fateful cigarette, he lets out the longest snort of the day. He feels the same as he did in Robbers' video. No, it's nonsense. That song was never written for you, but maybe he's relating it to others.

Oh, but it's automatic, the scene where he's on her lap in timeout, the thought that he could never let you go even if they were apart, everything he's begged for you to stay and all the times you haven't. was able to turn back. All those times when he was the cause of your suffering, when you ended up in the hospital due to his failure, when he wasn't there the day your father left, and how later you said he was fine and that it didn't matter.

Maybe you'd actually sum it up to something like I love you, don't you mind? Because nothing could happen above that, you loved Matty as if he were your other half and even if he meant suffering more than anything else, you accepted it because you preferred to have him than not. But you knew that those opportunities were nil, nothing more would happen with him and the almost kiss a few weeks ago had made it clear.

On the other hand, Matty had started to cry. The taste of the tobacco was now a mixture of salt water and nicotine.

— Time to leave. — He says it slowly, extinguishing the remains against the cement and drying the trace of his face.

They both get back together after a while with some effort. Then you extend your hand to him so you don't lose him in the crowd when you have to cross it. It takes some effort, but you manage to breathe in the fresh air and see the light from the post outside faster than you thought.

—Can I sleep at your house today? My house is...complicated. — The hands of you two let go as both begin to walk along the brick pavement of Manchester. There's a small ringing in your ears but you nod, he's not in the state to show up at his house.

— Yes. — Your direct word calm him to the point that he adopts a calm that does not allow him to see a loose cable in the street and trip over it. — You can't walk, at least not like this. — You say, reaching out to him with concern. — Here we go, big boy.

You grip his wrist tighter, trying to provide some stability, until he changes his grip and runs his hand around your waist, wrapping it around it and pulling you as close to him as he can, seeking to get you inside of him. When he moves his fingers he notices the temperature of your skin.

— You're cold, put on my jacket, please. — He brakes and looks at you defiantly, without losing that tone of chivalry.

— It's okay, we're close to my house. — You comment without paying attention to his frown. Then you see the light about to be left at the beginning of the block and break your hold under his watchful eye.

You run, always holding on to him until the central point of the park that you are crossing. Since you have his hand in yours, you spin him around a few times while neither of you can stop laughing.

They both feel like they are floating regardless of any other part of the world or any other matter. If they both touched their hearts they would discover that it is stronger than ever.

He caresses your cheek and takes the opportunity to smudge an eyelash. Then they melt into an embrace completely overflowing with desperation, love, affection, and the need to freeze there forever. Eternity in this line sounds incredible.

— I'm very glad to have you. — You murmur in his ear, and then you give his a kiss on the cheek. You don't need and don't want him to answer, so you decide to run to the door of your house and wait for him there.

Tomorrow he won't remember this, so it's okay, you tell yourself.

Tomorrow he'll remember every part of this, living it second by second, then it will all come flooding back to Matty breaking him deeply.

Then he arrives at your front door and between some silly jokes and some tripping objects, like your brother's toys or some discarded slippers, you make it to your room, although you need to use your supporting weight to carry Matty inside.

— I'll bring a glass of water and a hangover pill. — You tell him and disappear from your own room.

You go down the stairs and it seems that you also go down to reality.

What the fuck are you doing? What has happened and why hasn't you stopped sooner? You put your hand to your head in frustration and drink water, then fill another glass and look for the pills. Tomorrow you will not only have discomfort from the drink.

You return to the bedroom, opening and closing the door carefully. The scene petrifies you, he is sitting on the white back of your bed, taking up as much space as he can. Then he looks at you, and smiles at you as if he were a child who had just been caught being mischievous. You feel like you could die of lovey-dovey right now.

— I'm going to the bathroom to put on my pajamas. — You open the closet and take out the largest T-shirt you can find, then the pijamas that are clean. — Use this. — You stretch out your arm and he catches the shirt along with a pair of shorts, internally you wish he would finish before you leave the bathroom.

Being used to the routine, taking off your clothes and removing your makeup doesn't take you more than five minutes, just enough for him to scan every corner of the room after changing with quite some effort. He smiles when he sees the box full of Polaroids of you and the entire band, and then feels like he's dying a little more when he sees the self titled car at the head of your furniture.

You open the bathroom door and he needs to swallow hard to keep from stumbling. Even in your pink heart pijamas you look just as spectacular as you do in your black miniskirt and boots.

—You seem very....funny— You scan it and you laugh when you see how short the clothes you gave him are. Then you realize that the mattress is not here, but you don't want to go out and look for another one. —Does it bother you if we sleep together? —It's nothing you haven't done, but it still requires a certain degree of difficulty to ask.

He denies sweetly and moves away as far as he can when you get on your bed, there is an unbearable barrier between the two of you.

So, he lets it out. Something internally takes over him.

— You are my favorite person in the whole world, my love. — He try to whisper it because you force yourself to believe that he thinks you're sleeping. He doesn't manage to whisper it anyway, and you hear his voice begin to crack and his heart begin to pour out. Your greatest fear comes to light when the way he speaks condemns it, you've seen too many movies to know what's coming.

No. He can't do this to you, you can't bear that tomorrow he will forget about this entire night and you must pretend that for a moment it makes sense that he also loves you the same way you do. You want to believe that he dreams of you too.

— Don't do it, Matty. Please do not do it. — You say to him with all your strength, while a swirl of water begins to grow in the sockets of your eyes. —Just... don't.

— Why? — He whimpers and staggers in his speech, he's taking it all on herself not to show you that he's breaking into miles of pieces.

— Because you're high, very high. Tomorrow you won't remember anything about this night and you won't be able to pretend this never happened. — You turn slowly, and then you wipe away the first tear that runs on his eyelid. — I really wish things could be different and that you would make this confession when you're not high.

For a moment he stops talking and you think you've won the battle and that there is a temperance that calms the threat. But he falls apart.

— I love you. I've always loved you and I can't stand another damn minute without telling you. — Tears simply fall down both of their cheeks and soak the pillowcases. You shake your head non-stop in a negative way.

He can't just let go now, at the moment when you're most emotionally vulnerable, so that tomorrow he can go off with the first girl he finds. In the long run it has always been like this, he gets over it and you are still there with a broken heart and forever devoted to him.

—Go to sleep, Matty. — Your request breaks him a little more, the tone destroys him although it is not very strong. — Do not make it harder.

He shifts uneasily, but he also understands that he can't force you to feel the same way. What he doesn't know is that if he just said he wouldn't leave tomorrow, you would run into his arms.

But he doesn't do it, nor does he close his eyes to fall asleep. He's there, watching your every move still. You sigh, unable to bear it anymore, maybe tomorrow you will suffer from it but maybe if you let go now it will be easier to overcome.

— I love you too. The same way you do it. — You kiss his head one last time and murmur one last goodbye before turning to sleep. — And it's been an ordeal for me all this time, because you feel it more when you're high and I feel it more when I'm sober.

Apparently your brain works fast and allows you to fall into some dream where this whole story is happier before reality can attack you.

And that's how they finally fall asleep, the both with their hearts in each other's palms, with more scars than before.

Finally, everything gets comically better when you wake up a few hours later and there's no sign of Matty in your entire room.

Just make out that the glass of water is empty and the pill is not there. You laugh sadly before going to sleep without letting yourself cry again, he doesn't remember anything from the night before.

i won't apologize for this. however, thanks for reading <3 let me know what you thought or if you liked it.

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[floras-imagination]

Robbers, forever? 🖤 matty healy x reader

CHAPTER 1

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summary: Y/n and Matty break each other's hearts multiple times over the years, yet they find themselves unable to stay away from each other... and this is the beginning of their love story 🖤 authors note: This story is inspired by some of my fondest memories shared with an ex (but I've made some changes to better align the story with Matty's character), and each chapter is accompanied by poems I've written about that relationship. I've posted them on my poetry blog, so just click on the links you'll find in the chapters:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I do 💘 (i think it's so cuuuute) word count: 2,6 k warning: y/n struggles with a restrictive ed in the first few chapters (but it's just kinda mentioned in the diary entry at the beginning)

August 2012

Dear Diary, I wish I were stronger. I wish I could beat this illness, but I just can't. Every time I try to recover, I fail. I've been doing so well in the last few months, but it's always the same. As soon as I'm doing better I mess it up again. Why do I keep lying to myself? "I'm in control." "Just one more day." "I can stop if I want to." But I never do. A day turns into a week, and suddenly weeks have passed, and I can't control it anymore.

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Y/n sat in her living room, having some dinner while watching the news. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed an incoming call from an unknown number.

After considering it for a moment, Y/n became curious, so she decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n?", a male, familiar voice asked.

"Matty?", she asked slightly confused, immediately recognizing the man on the phone.

"Surprised?"

"Uhm... yeah, kind of, I guess. Haven't heard anything from you in ages. How've you been?"

Matty and Y/N have known each other from school. After they graduated a few years ago, they sometimes still bumped into each other in town, enjoying a nice chat and updating each other about their busy, somewhat messy adult lives. Though their paths seemed to cross every once in a while, they never really tried to stay in touch.

"Great, actually," he answered. "George and I got a bit bored, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna hang out with us?"

"Hang out with you?"

"Yeah, we'd pick you up."

"Okay, let me get this straight," the girl stated. "You and George got bored..."

"Yep."

"and out of all the things you could do, you chose to ask me if I want to hang out with you?"

"Now what's wrong with that?" Matty asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to call someone you have never called before, asking them to hang out on a casual Thursday.

"Well, I don't kn... Wait! Where did you get my number from?"

"Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It does matter somehow."

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn made Y/N jump.

"Nah. We're here by the way. You're coming?"

"Matty! It's 9:30; I'm already in my pajamas!" she exclaimed.

Matty laughed. "I don't care what you're wearing."

"And who even gave you my address?"

"Just get your ass out here!" he snickered into the phone. "Now!"

"You're insufferable!"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged it off with a smirk.

"Give me at least a sec to put some clothes on." Not waiting for an answer, she hung up. Despite her confusion about Matty's suspicious call, she changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys as she went downstairs to leave the house.

Matty sat on the passenger seat of George's car, his arm casually dangling out of the open window. "Hi, Y/n!" he greeted her with a big smile on his face, causing y/n's bewilderment to grow.

"Hi, Y/n!" George called from the drivers seat.

"Hi...", she hesitantly answered, shyly waving her hand toward his direction.

"Come on, get inside!" Matty said excitedly.

"Matty, I still don't kn..."

"Sshhh!" he cut her off, pressing his index finger on his lips. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Y/n opened the door and placed herself on the backseat, putting on her seatbelt as George started the engine, ready to drive off.

"How are you Y/n?" Matty asked.

"Uhm.. fine, I guess. Bit tired. I have work tomorrow."

"Are you still working as a nurse, Y/n?" George asked.

"Yes, I am. How's your music thing going?"

"Absolutely amazing", Matty answered immediately. "We're currently working on our first album. It's gonna be a fuckin' banger, isn't it George?"

"Oh, definitely!", George added.

"That's cool. I'm so happy for you guys. Can't wait to hear it," Y/n grinned.

"You're gonna be the first to hear it when it's done.", Matty beamed.

George shook his head, trying to hide a chuckle as he glanced over to the overly excited Matty. "What?" Matty reacted.

"Nevermind," George now laughed.

Matty shook his curls out of his face. "Idiot."

"Where are we driving?" Y/n asked as she slowly got more comfortable in the presence of her old classmates.

"I don't know," both Matty and George stated in unison, looking at each other as neither of them had a clue about their destination.

"Maybe we can park the car over there," Matty pointed towards and empty parking space he randomly saw.

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After George parked the car, Matty quickly left the car to open the door for Y/N.

Their gaze locked for a moment, as she looked up at him from her seat "Uhm.. thank you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he waved it off. "Don't mention it."

George rolled his eyes at Matty's silly behaviour. "Ouch!" he squeaked, as Matty stabbed him with his elbow.

"Ah look! A church," Matty stated as the three of them were heading towards one of the city's churches. "Quite stunning, isn't it?"

"It's just a church, mate," George raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Shall we sit down on that bench over there? Hope I won't go up in flames. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" Matty asked.

A slight chuckle left Y/n lips, as she realized that going outside with Matty and George wasn't as bad as she expected. She was actually glad that she picked up that call. A little bit of distraction from her mind and her self-destructive thoughts had been long overdue.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

"Nah, it's disgusting."

George threw his head back in heavy laughter before patting Matty's shoulder, who looked at him in his usual clumsy way.

"What is it with you today, George?" Matty asked, shaking his head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Me? No idea what you're talking about," he kept on laughing.

Y/n was still standing in front on the bench, while only the two boys were sitting.

"Anyway," Matty looked away from George, turning his face toward Y/n. "You know you can actually sit down here beside me." Matty said as his curls were dangling in his eyes again. He pushed them aside with his hand as he continued, "We don't bite, you know?"

"Well, I certainly won't," George still couldn't get over whatever he was laughing about. "But I wouldn't be so sure about Matty."

Matty kicked his foot against George's. "I'm sorry about him. He's usually not like that."

"It's okay, I'd rather keep standing. I just wish I knew what he's laughing about, so I could join in," the blonde girl chuckled.

"No, I think it'd best if he kept it to himself", Matty said with a pointed look at George, his tone firm, implying he should refrain from sharing the source of his amusement. "... wouldn't it, George?"

"Ookayy... this is... weird," Y/n said while observing the two musicians, trying to figure out what was going on.

Matty knew why George was enjoying himself this much, but he didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Y/n. He instantly started to regret that he had told his long kept secret to his best friend earlier that day, since George was on his best way of ruining Matty's well-thought-out plan.

George cleared his throat as he finally pulled himself back together. "Mh, mh...," he hummed. After lighting his own fag he handed the lighter over to Matty so he could light his.

Y/N watched as he blew the smoke out, which slowly meandered all over his face before evaporating into the cold, dark night. As he slowly opened up his eyes, their glances met for a second but she looked down at her feet immediately, to avoid having any more eye contact.

"I kinda miss going to school with you guys," Matty informed them. "Do you miss it too sometimes?"

"Nah, certainly not," George answered, but Matty's eyes were fixed on Y/n.

"Yeah, I do," Y/n chuckled. "Do you know who I miss the most?"

"No, who?" Matty asked, before he quickly added "Ah, no, wait! I know it!"

Y/n raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"It's me!"

George and Y/n looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh damn, Matty. I wish I had an ego as big as yours," Y/n snickered.

"Yeah, well... okay. Who is it then?", Matty shrugged.

"It's Mr. Miller. I kinda miss his bad jokes"

"Haha, yeah, he was such a pervert, though."

"Yeah, I know. That's what made it so funny," she answered.

"I mean, he was only that funny because his jokes were so bad. Ridiculous." George added, slightly chuckling under his breath.

"Wait... doesn't he live over there?" The girl turned around, pointing towards a house across the street from the church.

"Uhm..," Matty thought for a moment before he continued "Yes! He does! He told us about the annoying chimes of the bell tower right in front of his house, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Wow, that's amazing. Come on, let's see if he's home," not even waiting for a response, she started to make her way across the street to Mr. Miller's house.

"Y/n!" Matty whisper-screamed, "Are you insane? It's half 10. He's probably in bed already, shagging his wife or something."

George laughed at Matty's words. "I'm in. This is fun. Come on Matty. Don't be such a wimp." He stood up from the bench they were sitting on, walking over to Y/n.

Matty was still sitting on the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest like a little kid left behind by his parents.

"Matty!" Y/n turned around to call him once again. "Get your ass up!"

Matty rolled his eyes before he got up, slowly strolling over the street to where is friends stood.

"Who's gonna ring the doorbell?" George asked, looking at Matty, who immediately responded in denial. "Don't look at me like that! I won't do it."

"And you want to call yourself a man? Pathetic." Y/n snapped in annoyance.

Surprised but kind of impressed by her answer, the two boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'll do it then," y/n informed them before she rang the doorbell at Mr. Miller's front door.

After waiting for a few seconds with no answer, she decided to ring the bell again.

"I think no one's home.", George said.

"I told you he's under his wife!", Matty stated.

Y/n chuckled as she looked at Matty to respond "Yeah Matty, you might be right. Let's leave then."

"I'm always right. Don't know why no one's ever listening to me," he said as they walked back to their bench across the street.

Now it was only George who sat down again, while Y/n and Matty stood in front of the bench.

"Imagine..," y/n started as she turned around to face Matty "like what if they were really in there..."

"They were!" Matty interrupted her. "Believe me."

They both chuckled in unison at their silly and dirty imagination. As Matty sought eye contact again, she tried to cover up her mouth with her hand, feeling a bit insecure. This time, she didn't look away but locked her gaze with his, looking up at the curly-haired man. Suddenly, something seemed to click in her. The sound of his laughter touched her soul like rays of sunshine, covered in sweet melodies. Like the myelin sheath of axons, allowing them to reach her ears even faster than the speed of light. She didn't yet know that this exact moment would change her life forever. That this exact moment was the start of a series of memories she would never get rid of. She didn't yet know that if a magical creature offered her to relive one day of her life, she would unhesitatingly choose this one.

If she had known all this, she probably would have held onto this moment longer. Maybe her question would have been something like 'Can we stay a bit longer?' or 'Can we make this night last forever?'

But instead, she said "Can we go home now? I'm kinda freezing, and I have to get up very early tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing," Matty said. And even though he wanted this rather intimate moment between the two of them to last forever or at least a little bit longer, he slowly loosened his gaze from hers. "George? Come on, off we go."

George stood up, and they slowly walked back to the car, neither of them saying a word. It seemed as if something magical lingered in the air. George had noticed that something had happened between Y/N and his best friend — something that changed the entire atmosphere around them, adorning it with a sweet, metaphorical scent.

🖤[poem 1]🖤

As Matty was about to open the car door, Y/n stopped him. "Look! There's a firefly!"

"Where?" Matty asked, wildly looking around.

"Right there, in your hair," she pointed up to his messy curls. "Wait, don't move." She carefully reached out her finger to his hair, trying to let the little firefly crawl onto it.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" she asked, showing him the insect on her finger.

"It is. I've never actually seen one before. Have you?" he asked while admiring the glowing creature on Y/n's finger.

"No, I haven't."

"Look, there's another one," Matty stated as he pointed his finger in the air next to Y/n's face.

Just a few seconds later, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, their gentle glow illuminating the dark night around them.

George was already sitting in the car as he rolled down the window, curious why his friends were still standing outside of the car. "What's going on out there?" he asked.

Done admiring the fireflies, Y/n and Matty got in the car. "Man, you missed out on something. About a million fireflies were out there!" Matty exaggerated.

"Oh really? I see them all the time in my garden," George answered casually as he started driving.

"You must be kidding!" Matty stated in surprise.

"No, like literally almost every single night!" he laughed and kept on driving towards Y/n's house to drop her off.

🖤[poem 2]🖤

🖤[poem 3]🖤

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When George stopped the car in front of Y/n's house, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to leave the car.

"So, uhm... it was nice to hang out with you, guys," Y/n said.

"Yeah..." Matty started before he was cut off by George.

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm pretty sure Matty liked it too," George teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Thank you, George," Matty rolled his eyes at him. "But I think I can speak for myself, can't I? I'm a big boy, I suppose." He turned around to face Y/n in the backseat. "So, yeah. I loved it. It was fun. Maybe we can hang out again at the weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love that," she shyly smiled in response.

"Great."

"Okay. Well, goodnight then," she said, opening the door to get out of the car. "See ya, guys!"

"Bye, Y/n!" George waved.

"See ya!" Matty called out of the open window as she was already out of the car, opening her front door, waving goodbye with a smile on her face.

After she disappeared into the house, Matty immediately turned around, confronting George. "You fuckin' idiot!"

"What? What have I done now?" George laughed.

"George, I'm telling you...," Matty warned him. "If you ruin this..."

"I won't ruin anything, mate. I think you need to settle down a bit. Tonight went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I think so," Matty looked outside the window, his tired head resting on his hand, his mind replaying the evening's events like scenes from a movie...

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Can I request a Mattheo Riddle X Y/n Malfoy

Perhaps Draco and Mattheo are good friends and Draco finds out that him and Y/n are secretly dating and he is possessedddddd

Omg that is a really good idea I was so excited writing it.💚

Nickname: Matty

Mattheo and I were in class, Draco was sitting next to me on one side , Mattheo on the other.

Mattheo started to put his hand on my thigh going higher and higher as he reached the fabric and rubbed it.

I slammed my head on the desk , the pleasure is killing me.

“Y/n are you ok , do you have a headache.”

He rubes faster

“Yes Draco, I’m fine.”

The bell rings

I move Mattheo’s hand away and leave to my dorm.

Mattheo & Draco pov

“Do you think Y/n is ok.”

“I’m sure she is just fine.”

“No Mattheo what if she is hurt ,I’m going to check on her.”

I walk over to Y/n room and knock on the door.

She answers , let’s us in. “Y/n are you ok I just want to check in on you because you did not look ok earlier.”

She turns bright red and looks at Mattheo.

I go to Y/n phone to check the time , I see Mattheo and her kissing as the background.

Y/N WHAT THE FUCK , WHY IS MATTHEO KISSING YOU!!!

Y/n pov

“Draco I don’t know what to say, we were going to tell you.”

He comes up to me and pinned me to the wall, yelling I’m my face.

“Y/N HOW DARE YOU.”

He slapped me across the face that’s when Mattheo came , he was furious with Draco.

Mattheo came up to him , slammed him against the wall.

“DRACO DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER LIKE THAT.”

“Guys stop.”, I stand in front of Mattheo so he stop’s yelling.

“Y/n when did you start dating Mattheo.”

“8 months ago.”

“Why did you not tell me.”

“You slapped me when you found out , that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“I’m just mad that you didn’t tell me.”

“Please apologize to Mattheo.”

“Don’t apologies to me apologies to Y/n.”

“I’m sorry both of you I overacted.”

“It’s ok Draco we forgive you.”

As soon as Draco left , Mattheo and I cuddled in bed he creased my cheek, “I’m sorry he hit you my love.”

“It’s ok he was just upset.”

“I love you Matty.”

“I love you more princess.”💚🖤

[starker1975]

Do you have any the 1975 song recs? Or tips on the order in which to listen to their discography, if it matters? They’ll be performing in my area on my birthday but I don’t want to go without knowing more of their music 🤭

Omg the way I was actually going to make a post about this and you asked and gave me even more reason to. I’m so glad you’re going to see them and I highly recommend beginning your education now bc it sucks when you’re at a concert and everyone’s going fucking nuts and you’re like 😐🧍🏻‍♀️ I’m so happy for you and to answer this question. YAY!!

Okay so their performances can vary wildly because they have five albums now. And technically the first album—self-titled is one album and 4EPs. So I’m going to recommend songs from each album and EP and also some of their singles, all in release order. It doesn’t really matter about order BUT some newer songs reference older songs, so it’s nice to piece together that connection and the journey through Matty’s emotions/life. Anyway, they play music from each album at their concerts, and we never know which ones they’ll be, but there are some that get played very frequently. Also it’s important to know that their sound varies as well. They have emo songs and fun songs, acoustic, some screamo (their og band was a screamo band), and they have techno type songs. They’re so diverse and there’s something for everyone!!!

So let me put together the post and then I’ll tag you 🥹🖤

[your-big-bro-mattie444]

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Sorry considering I made this game I've been awful at answering the questions, I've got a super bad cold/flu and I'm feeling a bit shit but here we are.

💿 favourite album

atm it's notes but it changed a lot tbh and I don't know if I'll ever have an all time favourite

📓favourite fan fic

I made a whole list a while ago and am working on making another one full of recommendations but my current obsessions are for sure, mechanic Matty by @noacfslut & does it matter by @procrastinatinglikeapro

💚 favourite photo of george

This is defo up there

💙 favourite photo of ross

This is harddddd & it changes quicker than anything but this is defo one of them because he looks so god like

🖤 favourite photo of matty (one of)

[blbcabelts]

would you go on another date with me? from prince devitt on @legacyfiless

matty out here trying to kill me with the manprince soul food, answered. 🖤

[chvoswxtch]

I was wanting to order an old fashioned🥃Matty baby and Franky boy, I completely adore the way you write the both of them in a throuple. (if I can do both that is) Headcanons of them dating someone with ADHD🖤❤️ if you have any questions about ADHD please feel free to reach out to me! Thank you so much in advance and congrats on your 2k🎉

hi honey!

you can absolutely do both!! and thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions so i could make this perfect for you. i appreciate you 🖤

cheers to you! 🥃

headcannon below the cut

matt murdock & frank castle are really great boyfriends

matty & frankie don't always get along and sometimes struggle being partners when it comes to crime fighting, but one thing they absolutely excel at is working together to take care of you

matt would absolutely be the best partner for someone with adhd because no one understand sensory issues better than him

and whatever frank didn't understand, i feel like matt would be really great at explaining whatever you couldn't put into words, and helping to remind him that you didn't like certain textures, smells, etc.

since matt also has those sensory issues, i think it would be cute imagining frank with a little notepad that has a list of stuff y'all like and don't like that he keeps up with

as far as emotional regulation, this is something both boys struggle with, so that is something all three of you understand and try to keep in mind for your relationship. maybe y'all come up with a rule that you have to wait a certain amount of time to express your feelings if they're overwhelming, but if you're too worked up and one of you just loses it emotionally, y'all promise to come together to talk it through later when everyone is calm

matt is the charming, social butterfly in the relationship, while you and frank are the ones that struggle with social cues and and being extroverted, so he's usually the one dragging y'all out of your shell and smoothing over social situations that may get awkward to keep y'all both comfortable

you're not the only forgetful one in the relationship. matt has the memory of a baby goldfish sometimes and would probably forget his own name if it wasn't for foggy constantly saying it in an exasperated tone. having a military background and needing a sense of order, frank is the one that keeps y'all both on schedule, reminds y'all when you have important things to do, takes your phones to set alarms/reminders, and everyone around y'all knows to make the plans and schedule things with him

matt can always tell when you're overstimulated by listening to your body, and he makes sure to communicate that to frank so they both know not to touch you or come too close until you're ready for them to

they'd both use their soothing, deep voices to help talk you through whatever anxiety you were feeling until you felt comfortable enough to let them hold you

neither one of them would ever judge you or lose their patience with you, because they just love you so much, and wanna do whatever they can to help you through anything and make sure you feel comfortable and loved by them

bottom line, they would be the most amazing boyfriends to you<3

[txemrn]

Detour

Summary: After a nasty run-in with the press, the Daltons spend the day at the twins' soccer tournament; however, fate has a plan of its own.

Word Count: ~1475

Warnings: adult themes; light angst; brief language

A/N: I completely forgot about this fic until we went through our WIPs last week, and I honestly can't remember why I never posted this! I haven't written/released anything TNA in a long time, so this feels good! @sfb123 thank you for helping me with the finishing touches! And @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801, do y'all even remember this fic? Y'all pre-read it for me last year! lol So ... THANKS! All spelling and grammar mistakes are my own, so please forgive me. All characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

~🖤~

Frantically packing the stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with the freshly diced carrot sticks, she quickly taps on her phone for the time--and to see if Sam was leaving the office anytime soon.  “Mickey! Mason!” She calls out through the penthouse. “We’re going to be late for the first heat of your tournament--”

“Mommy?”

Nearly tripping over her youngest son Matthew, the expectant mom stops to admire the three-year-old’s latest playdough creation. “That looks so good, Matty!" She croons, rubbing his back. "Now put that away for Mommy and wash your hands.”

Her phone begins to ring, jolting her with excitement that maybe her husband was finally tearing away from work. Unfortunately, the name on the screen makes her face drop.  “Michael Weston! Mason Warner! Let’s go--” She hits the green button to answer the call with a sardonic, syrupy-sweet voice. “Hi, Vivian, have you left yet?”

“Yes, dear. We should be at the fields--” she begins talking to someone else in the car,“--less than an hour.”

“Sounds perfect--”

“Sam mentioned you may need some help--” the mother-in-law interrupts. “I can have Mason stop by and--”

“No!” She accidentally shouts, but quickly corrects herself. “I mean, no, ma’am. Thank you for the generous offer, but… no.” The mention of her father-in-law makes her stomach uneasy, especially after her husband’s confession that Mason offered Sam the company in exchange for a divorce from her. “We’ll see you two at the soccer fields.”

With a sigh of relief, she hangs up the phone before gathering her picnic basket and beach tote. As she prepares to call for her eight-year-old twins one more time, they suddenly barrel into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom,” Mason sweetly apologizes, grabbing a camping chair. “I had a knot in my cleat.”

“But, we got it out,” Mickey proudly chimes in, sliding a Nike knapsack on his back.

“Okay, perfect,” she smiles brightly, guiding all the boys towards the elevator doors. “Mouthguards?”

“Check,” Mickey chuckles.

“Water bottles?”

Mickey takes an obnoxious swig from his chilled water as Mason answers. “Yes, Mom, we’ve got everything.”

She kisses the tops of their heads, ruffling through their soft chestnut waves with her fingers. “You two are growing up too fast. Soon, you won’t even need me--”

“That’s not true,” Mason pipes up.

“Mom, we will always need you,” Mickey wraps an arm around his mom’s shoulder. “Besides,” he lowers his voice, “Dad’s cooking is pretty awful in comparison.” 

As they all share a chuckle, they head down to their private car, escorted by building security and Carter, their personal driver. But, the moment the family exited the building, they are blinded by flashes of light from shutterbugs and reporters with microphones. 

“Mom, I’m scared!” Matthew cries as she hoists him onto her hip, the men taking her bags and folding chairs. She grips tightly to the older boys, shuffling them quickly into the car.

“Mrs. Dalton! Mrs. Dalton! Over here!"

“Damnit,” she scoffs to herself, buckling up the boys. “It’s okay, guys. Don’t look out the window--” she is quickly interrupted by the brush of a hand on her backside.  She abruptly swings around, her open hand colliding with a reporter's cheek.

"Fuck!" He grips his face. "You're gonna be sorry for that, princess--"

"You assaulted me, asshole--" she swivels around, ensuring their belongings are tucked away before she steps into the vehicle.

"Oh! Such a picture of Dalton perfection!" He spits at her. "Such a great example for your kids. Are you sure you can handle one more?"

As she carefully climbs into the sedan, she holds her arm out the window, her middle finger extended as they finally drive off down the street.

"You okay, Mom?" Mason quietly breaks the tension inside the cab.

Offering a cordial smile, she combs a few tresses behind his ear, stroking his cheeks with her thumb. "I should be asking you that," she titters into a sigh. She squeezes Mickey's knee endearingly. "Never, ever forget how much I love you boys--" 

"And baby Maggie!" Matthew shouts proudly, placing his chubby hands on his mother's growing bump. 

She hugs her arm around Matthew before leaning back. "That's right, Bubba," she slowly exhales in relief. "And Maggie, too." She closes her eyes, relishing the innocence of her boys' chatter. As they draw closer to the soccer fields and closer to her in-laws, a pit grows in her stomach, knowing that her short dealings with the paparazzi will cost her.

Once at the soccer fields, the boys are registered with their team for the day-long tournament.  Together, they set up a tent with their fold-out camping chairs and picnic blankets.  Sunscreen and bug repellant are carefully applied to each of the boys. As their mother sends them out into their first game, she lays down Matthew with a juice box, hoping that he will rest in order to survive the day without any meltdowns.  

She picks up her phone, but of course, there are no alerts from her husband. Putting her phone facedown, she readjusts her short bob into a messy bun before reapplying her Chanel sunglasses. As she begins to sip on an apple juice, a shadow is cast over her body.

“You flicked them off?”

She smirks to herself as she continues to watch the game.

“Baby,” Sam steps behind her chair, pressing his lips into her temple, “did you seriously--?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbles.

“Well, my folks want to talk about it,” he sits down on the blanket next to his resting son, letting out a deep sigh. “Again.”

She pushes her sunglasses onto her head. “What was I supposed to do, baby--?”

“You don’t do anything--you don’t say anything!” He rubs his hands down his face. “Is it that hard for you just to keep your mouth shut?”

“Samuel! He touched me--that’s assault!”

“Are you sure you didn’t--?”

“Of course,” she throws up her hands, interrupting her husband. “It’s my fault.” She stands up, adjusting her sunglasses on her face. “Stop pinning this on me.”

As she begins to take off to get some fresh air, Sam quickly stands up, grabbing her wrist to pull her back to himself. He wraps his strong, comforting arms around her, rocking her back and forth. “Baby, talk to me,” he whispers against her ear.

“I don’t think you know what it’s like to always be under fire with these guys--”

“Um, hello? They are trying to slander my name--”

“--by insulting my character, Sam! By insulting what I’m wearing, what I’m eating, what I feed the boys,” she wipes away a wayward tear. “They took a cheap shot at me today, questioning my capabilities as a mother--”

“Their opinion shouldn’t matter. They don’t even know you.”

“I know, but your parents--”

“Baby,” he silences her, giving her a crooked smile, “they don’t know the real you. The way I know you.” 

“They seem to only care about the press--”

“I know, I know.” He tightens his embrace around his wife, pressing his lips against her forehead. “It’s business. It’s the image of the business. And it’s not fair.” He pulls off her sunglasses, dabbing at her wet eyes. “But I know you are remarkable,” he kisses the tip of her nose, making her wince into a smile. “And you’re the only one who can take my breath away--”

“Heads up!”

Suddenly, a soccer ball flies over the young Daltons’ heads, quickly heading towards a duck pond. Sam takes off, chasing after the ball, hoping to stop it before it hits the water. But, luckily, someone else is there to stop it for him.

“Oh, God, thank you so--” he freezes as a young, petite woman with stormy blue eyes and long almond waves steps forward, offering him the soccer ball.

“Mr. Dalton?”

“Yeah, um,” he clears his throat, shaking the shocked look from his face. “I’m sorry, um,” he titters awkwardly, “do I know you?”

“Oh!” She giggles, offering a bright smile. “I know it must be hard keeping up with all of your employees.  My name is Brynn. Brynn Schuyler. I work in your laboratory department--”

“With Evan, right!” He blushes, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, it’s wonderful meeting another beautiful face– I mean, face… um, I mean, meeting another  employee from Dalton--”

“Sam?” The all-too-familiar voice of his wife startles him from behind as she gently caresses his lower back. Sam quickly pulls her forward, draping his arm around her shoulders. Though she smiles kindly, her chocolate brown eyes narrow in on the young coed.

“Oh, this is Brynn,” he nervously gestures for the women to meet with a chuckle, “Brynn Schuyler from the lab. And this is my... um, this is…”

“Addison.” Mrs. Dalton raises an irritated eyebrow, sticking out her hand for a cordial hand-shake. “His wife.”

~🖤~

A/N 2: If you're new here, hi! Just in case you are wondering what just happened, my MC's name is Brynn Schuyler, and I decided to write this one-shot kinda like a "what if" type situation... what if the subway accident never happened? Were Sam and Brynn still destined to meet? Here's how it might've happened...

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[legiomiam]

I cannot find an ask meme so HERE please tell me five facts each about two characters whose names start with R (I know you have a lot 😤🖤🌲)

Okay I should finally answer this:

5 facts about two characters with R names and I have a lot but probably no facts okie dokie here we go:

I talk enough about Rashka so let's talk about her kids instead Reign and Renee. Though I may do all 3 because at least one fact for them all ties together.

Reign fact 1: Reign wasn't the OG main character when I first created them in 2014. They were honestly an older brother for an OC named Europe for a Divergent fic that I was working on. It was supposed to be like the group as they left chicago found a different facility that was an abandoned testing site the Bureau had made. Reign at the time was a young 20s gay man who fell in love with a doctor and watched his kids.

Rashka fact 1: So Rashka was dead. Like in the OG story when it was a divergent AU. And she and Brahm did not have a good relationship and she was the younger sister of a character named Velda who was the mom of Reign and Europe, and wife of Brahm. When the story started slipping from a divergent fic it became really dark really fast as I tried to figure out how to write a dystopian about these siblings who were hiding from their tyrant father.

Renee fact 1: Renee did not exist either not for a bit, anyways. So then I came up with Matheson who was just Mahdi and had his own story where he was the kid that Velda ran away with so he didn’t grow up with his siblings Europe and Reign who were left behind. As the story got dark and it became that they went back to their home they found Rashka had been living in the walls of their home as punishment. There wasn’t enough spice because Reign and Matty had beef with how they grew up that I wanted another sibling to sorta balance it out thus Renee was created and much much younger. For me in 2014 I was 20 and based my age and my characters together: Reign was 24, Matty was 20, Europe was 17, and Renee was 9.

Reign fact 2: her story came well after a big shift in what I was writing. I went from dystopian and having already started thinking of a different dystopian story (From Ashes And Dust) that I didn’t want two dystopians and I really wanted to get back into fantasy, the switch happened after reading ACOTAR. So I came up with an idea of a story of Vampires and Fae being mortal enemies but I had no characters. Reign came back to life with a vengeance wanting to be at the forefront instead of their sister Europe (who would later go on her own drastic change). I wrote so much none of it made sense because I had no real plot, just scenes I wanted to get down. This bitch also really didn’t like the fact her now mother (Rashka) and her father Brahm didn’t get along so they shifted into a begrudging relationship.

Rashka fact 2: Her story came once I got a plot for Reign’s and then I realized that writing on how the siblings all came to be was gonna be more than a few chapters, Rashka’s story needed to be told, along with the fact that she started being more than a vampire that had some kids with a Fae. In writing her, her relationship with Brahm changed as did her relationship with her parents and her own children. She was no longer a character’s mother but an extension of myself.

Renee fact 2: *spoilers for a part of the plot*  He was still very 2 dimensional and for most part referred to as Reign 2.0 or the remix. But when I started plotting both Reign and Rashka’s stories to figure out what would be told where he was the only one who didn’t believe Reign was dead when she got banished for being part Fae. And was the first to look for her and create Reign’s story into the idea that the children have their own stories to tell. He also aged up much more so if they existed now their ages would be: Reign- 28 (same age as me), Matheson- 27, Sonja- 24, Renee- 23

Okay now into some few actual not depressing story building facts about the characters

Reign fact 3: Reign is trans/trans nonbinary and uses they/them and she/her pronouns. Her transition came at the time I was figuring myself out. Yes parents and siblings are accepting and there was never an idea for them not to be EVER. Rashka and Brahm are too proud of their children. When she is feeling like she wants to look more masc they only use they/them. And as a shapeshifter it's easy. That came along with Reign stealing the MC spotlight from their sister.

Rashka fact 3: Her name was a weird thing to happen it just came to me one day. She was just ‘nameless mother’ and then it’s like boom her name is Rashka same with her last name Ananulli. I know I wanted a mix of names that could be found online or in baby books and name sites and a mix of ones that I made up. And it worked because I based her family off a mix of ethnicities, races, cultures because I’m mixed race, at the time I was married to someone who was not of my race either and I had step children my ex had used a surrogate for with their first spouse who was not of either of our races. So all in all Rashka’s mother is afro hispanic and her father is asian and come from two different areas in this world where they do not speak each other’s languages at first. My step kids also knew sign language since there was a chance one would develop hearing issues later on, so I sat like how would her parents learn to communicate if they could not talk to each other and it became that they would find a way in a form of sign language and charades in this fantasy world….

Renee fact 3: which brings me in part of Renee fact 3 since his and technically Reign’s name also tie in with Rashka’s fact 3. Language barriers do cause a snafu in understanding how syllables and pronunciation works. And when writing Rashka’s mom’s first meeting of Seung he embarasses her much like Moses did Zipporah in Prince of Egypt (though Seung’s was more making fun of the way that she acted and spoke because of a misunderstanding). Well Ivette although forgiving Seung many years later and having Rashka named her such in a way that it would be hard to pronounce her name to the northern empire in their language around fangs. That was Ivette’s payback to embarrass him. And like mother to daughter Rashka did the same when angry with her father when naming Reign and then when having her final kid he did something stupid again and although much better with pronunciation she named Renee his name because it was still a hindrance along with confusing that Rashka, Reign, Renee, (and at the time having a character named Roaan). Why R’s though? That is part in of myself because *and sorry for the gross fact* but for someone who has a bunch of R named characters my mouth is weird and produces too much saliva when my tongue is held a certain way R’s being one of them when there’s an R followed by a vowel my mouth starts producing more saliva. So I thought hmm what if I had characters with that hindrance.

Reign fact 4: She is left handed like her father. And can play many instruments— I am not and can not play anything but the clarinet. But I was amazed that one of my brothers taught himself to play the piano and violin. I made it an Ananulli thing and had Rashka teach her kids like her father taught her. She is also the one the grandparents taught the most of their Fae/Vampire cultures to.

Rashka fact 4: She loves to bake, mainly pies, and even if in a modern day of her being some rich bitch she’d still want to own a pie shop. Her favorites to make are: Blackberry maple bacon pie (Reign’s favorite), Tomato persimmon pie (Brahm, Seung, and Matheson’s favorite), a strawberry cucumber one that she makes for a few pregnant characters, and then one that she makes for herself and her pet griever which is a twist on a cherry danish.

Renee fact 4: Renee is the only one of the four born from Rashka and Brahm, and even if Reign and Sonya have green eyes, Renee’s is the only one with horns and blue hair from their paternal grandparents. All the while he looks like a darker skinned version of their maternal grandfather Seung, same face syndrome struck that boy. And while not getting his mother’ mind reading like Reign and Sonya he did get the slight shapeshifting and mainly used it to get rid of his horns and the blue hair feeling much like an outsider of his own siblings. Only growing into it when his adopted sister Caro later expressed her feelings of having a family she doesn’t look like.

And the finishing line let's see if anything more interesting comes up:

Reign fact 5: Reign only gets discovered and banished after taking the fall after changing a young woman named Nicolette into a vampire as made vampires have a high chance of becoming a griever. This is the only person Reign has made into a vampire and until she makes her acolytes after taking on the role of the goddess of death the first person Reign technically brings back to life and the first of seven that are tied to her, since made vampires have a bond with their sire. (joking Renee brings her back but only him and Reign know that for a while and it’s why Renee feels so guilty and needs to find Reign)

Rashka fact 5: She is the daughter of Ivette who is the daughter of a god, technically while Ivette should’ve been a demi-god and Rashka a quarter god Rashka is half god since Ivette is a full god thanks to the weird bloodline coming from IVette’s grandmother being a human turned into a god. She has a draw to gardening outside of baking which is because before her grandmother was captured she had more spring like qualities like her own mother. But since her grandmother was captured her powers in rage became more bitter and cold. So Rashka’s powers that aren’t part of her being death’s vessel are more ice like but she has never killed a plant in her garden.

Renee fact 5: He is the only sibling that does not share qualities with the god he’s supposed to be a vessel for. As the children are supposed to be the vessels for Death, War, Conquest/Pestilence, and Famine. Renee shows no traits of famine— which is noted by Rashka in his childhood and her hope that maybe she’s reading too much into this “curse”. Though it’s overlooked because Sonya is sick a lot later into childhood that Reign was the only child wanted by the thing that made the gods. The fear causes a sort of eating disorder with feeding and blood in Renee that he hides it from his parents and it then causes him to nearly turn feral and kill a young woman named Nicolette.

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