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some more lore building on the messages au

chatting about matty’s love for music and dancing because it’s cannon in this world

au masterlist here

not proofread, so i apologize in advance for the grammatical errors and typos.

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sooooo... as we now know, music is a big part of this universe. it’s one of the first things that you and postmatty actually bond over when you notice his band shirts under his uniform and he hears music always playing in your home when he drops off your mail.

some facts:

he’s in a band. music is his one true passion but has his mailman job during the day to pay the bills. government work pays well, you can't fault him. his band is not huge by any means, but they're very well known within the scene and will play the cool, smaller well established venues around.

one thing he loves about his job is that he basically gets to listen to music at all times. once he leaves the station in the morning and begins his route, he has his headphones in, listening to one of the million of playlists he’s created throughout the years. he has so many categories of playlists that when you ask him about them, he cannot help but go on this long monologue about the art of making them: how the order of the playlist matters, how he categorizes them, how to choose the first song, etc. it's fucking cute and endearing.

you love music, as well. you have no musical bone in your body whatsoever, but you grew up with it in your home at all times so it’s always been a part of your life. and without even planning it or seeking them, you always end up dating musicians. it's just what happens. every. single. damn. time. for better or for worse.

you favourite band is new order, so when you saw that shirt you couldn't help but swoon. but to be fair, by this point he was aware they were your fav band ever, so the cocky bastard KNEW what he was doing.

the first time you went to one of his shows (the first gig you attend will be part of the actual fic, but this is a side bit), you kept thinking all night long that he reminded you of someone. it wasn't until the next morning that you figured it out.

matty didn't want to make a big deal out of your jeff buckley comment to you, but he was on cloud nine after you mentioned that because a. jeff is an amazing musician and b. if you had that image as your lockscreen for years, it probably meant that you found jeff buckley attractive which in turn obviously meant you found matty attractive, right?! poor matty pretty much spiralled over the whole thing and couldn't stop smiling the whole day while delivering mail. you better be sure he was listening to grace the whole day during his route.

then a few days later, he just couldn't help himself because he's a huge (obvious) flirt...

you saw that post, and now you were the one spiralling into the deep abyss because how could you not. and ofc he had to post it with the lyrics to "lover, you should've come over" which is one of the best love songs in this earth.

you. were. fuuuuuuucked.

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now moving on to the dancing... it goes without saying that postmatty has moves for d-a-y-s. the hip swaying, the hip thrusting, the hand motions, his little choreographed routines. he loves it because it's difficult to not dance along to the beat and because he loves and craves attention. and that's one easy way to get it.

so yeah, this is him ⬇️

though he's cocky most of the time, he was SO nervous during that first show you came out to see the band that even his bandmates were like "wtf is wrong with you, matthew? aren't you gonna do a flip, strip, or something?" bless him. this meant that his dancing tendencies were subdued to a minimum as he had to focus extra hard on actually playing music because his brain was short circuiting due to you being meters aways from him. needless to say, you had no idea about this side of him. but that changed at your friend's party...

one night, you, your bff miranda (mandy for short) and matty ended up at this bar to celebrate the birthday of one of your other friends. at this point, you and matty had gone on several dates already, you know you like each other, have kissed and made out, but you're nervous to make a move because you're shy, have a hard time trusting people and he's your postman. you're not supposed to fall for the person who deliver's your new yorker magazine. turns out he's pretty good at helping you with the crosswords, though.

anyway, you brought him as your date to the party. a small group of you are sitting down, chatting amongst yourselves and having a nice time. matty and miranda got on rather well since the first time they met at the gig, so well in fact that they don't miss an opportunity to tease you. mandy will tell him anecdotes to embarrass you, but won't actually divulge your darkest, deepest secrets as she does respect you and cares for you more than words could ever say. but they do mock flirt to rile you up. this is miranda's way to try and get you to actually make a move on matty and attempt to be happy with someone because god knows you need and deserve it.

a few hours later, people are now several drinks deep that everyone is feeling good when the music starts to get louder. some of your friends have already made their way over to the dance floor to get their move on while the three of you keep chatting. you notice that matty keeps bobbing his head along to the beat, sometimes swaying from side to side in his seat, and making cute, silly movements with his hands, all while singing along to most of the songs (when i say he loves music, it means he LOVES music to the point where he knows so much, old and new).

and you know a party is not a full fledged party until the reggaeton section of the night makes its appearance. so that means that "gasolina" comes on over the speakers and, well, that's that. "sorry ladies, i can't help myself any longer." he takes the final swig of his beer and heads over to the dance floor and just lets go lol. he's dancing by himself, he doesn't care, hips swaying from side to side, raising his arms and doing his own thing. it's hard not to be mesmerized. meanwhile, you and mandy are staring from the booth with your jaws on the floor, not really processing what's happening in front of you. "what the fuck is going on? did you know about this?" miranda asks you in shock, but you don't hear a single word coming out of her mouth because you're transfixed in watching him dance. it's all so effortless, like he's one with the music. miranda turns to look at you and notices how you're bitting your lip and holding on to your gin and tonic for dear life. she laughs and keeps trying to get your attention to no avail because you are under a spell at this point.

other women have now also taken notice of matty and his sexy dance moves that there are a few of them trying to get his attention. but honestly, you're so dumbfounded that you don't even notice them. your eyes are strictly on him. he also doesn't care about other women (other than you) so he's in his own little bubble dancing to song after song on his own. "since you are clearly not in this world anymore, i'm gonna go save your boyfriend from being devoured alive by others." and that's when you came back to reality. "boyfriend, what? who? whose boyfriend?" mandy smiles, shakes her head, and gets up to head over to matty "darling, you're so done for. wake up and make a move." she's now dancing with him and the other ladies seem to be dispersing lol.

after a few more minutes you decide to just fuck it and head over there yourself. you're not much a dancer but the alcohol in your system has given you some courage to get up and walk towards matty and miranda. you place your hand on matty's lower back and as soon as he notices you, he cannot help but grab your hands, wrapping both your and his arms around your stomach, pulling your back against his chest, making you sway to the music with him. "hey you." because this is almost too much for you too handle and you're busy figuring out what your next move should be (literally), you don't notice when matty looks over to mandy, her putting two thumbs up and smiling, making her way over to the bar and leaving the both of you alone amongst the crowd. matty smiles in return and then all of his focus is on you and trying to make you feel comfortable. he knows social settings like these are not your forte, so he wants to make sure you have a good time and he will do anything to make that happen. he's one true sweetheart, really. matty's guiding you along, trying his best to not go crazy in the dance floor as to not overwhelm you, haha.

you're getting the hang of it and tbh you're actually enjoying yourself, to the point that when "fantasy" by mariah carey starts playing, you let out a shriek, pull yourself away from him and start dancing on your own. you love that fucking song, but to be fair, who doesn't? a bop for the ages. you're singing along, moving your body from head to toe that matty cannot help but be enamoured at the sight of you and just smile like an idiot. of course, he doesn't waste a single second to dance and sing along, as well. and it gets to that part of the song when you just lock eyes, point at him and sing "i'm in heaven with my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend." he pretends to play dumb by looking at either side of him to see who you were referring to and then putting his hand on his chest as if asking "me...?" you blush but cannot help and grin from ear to ear when matty makes his way over to you once again, pulling you close by the waist. "boyfriend, huh?" you shrug and bite your bottom lip, trying your damn best to keep yourself from smiling and feeling like a teenager with a high school crush. you mouth a "maybe" and give him a kiss on the cheek before you pull away to walk out of the dance floor, leaving him there dumbfounded, standing still after hours as he's trying to not freak out. needless to say, after he gathers his thoughts, he walks over to you and doesn't leave your side a single second after that.

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anyway, yes, music is a big part of your relationship with matty.

if you have any thoughts, ideas, questions, let me know! i'm always keen to chat about these two because i fall more in love with them every day <3

as always, thank you for coming to my rom-com. i hope you enjoyed this!

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this week has been busy as hell, so i haven't really been able to work on much other than share old, random blurbs. so sorry friends :(

i'm working on some more postmatty lore so i'll be posting that today :) i love building the au, it's probably the most fun aspect of writing the fic so far. hope you enjoy those kinds of posts, too. <3

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// 26.02.24 // Lisbon, PT // my edited screenshots

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100% postmatty vibes with the shorts, sneakers, chains, bucket hat, old t-shirt (plus blunt) <3

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the fact that this photo from 2012 exists makes my brain go fuzzy because that's my two hyperfixations (the 1975 and blur) coming together and i almost cannot handle it.

i can only imagine the conversation between matty and graham, two socially awkward incredibly talented musicians trying to exist within the same five square feet. matty also looks so happy and i just can't (feel you matty, i'd be swooning, too.)

honestly, if anyone ever wants to go into a DEEP brain rot with another british band of four men who are codependent on each other (one of them being damon albarn) and make fucking amazing music, hit me up. i'd be happy to take you on that journey because the L O R E runs deep and there's so much good content, IRL and fic wise.

anyway, that's enough because i'm just blushing over here now.

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Amy Lane Photography

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here is another ramble within that same universe. it was written around the same time as the above.

not my best tbh but you get the idea of their relationship dynamic. she just can’t get away, 💔

oh woah. i woke up to lots of notifications today and didn't expect last nights spin the bottle blurb (linked here) to be getting as much love as it is. seems like about 70 lovely individuals have read it which is amazing for me. so thank you!

i actually wrote that late last year (maybe december?) and it is part of the same universe as matty coming back from tour and matty taking care of your after too much drinking. doesn't really follow a real timeline or life events but it is a world where there is this mostly unspoken love triangle between reader, george and matty. george was the first to meet her at school, started dating her and what not. but he's a playboy so he's not the best for her and that's where matty comes in.

i do have other small blurbs regarding that trio so let me know if you want to see them. they're not long nor polished, but they exist. not sure how much i would expand on their story as i'm trying to focus on messages but let me know what you think.

thanks as always for your ongoing support. love you all <3

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pov: you go to one of their gigs

old ramble written last year.

warning: 18+. follows no timeline. not proofread, so grammatical errors and typos.

masterlist here.

not. this. again.

no matter how fucking hard you tried to keep it together, you somehow always found yourself crying over the same idiot, tall boy. for nearly three years now, you’d tried to shake off your feelings for george but at this point it honestly seemed impossible. you always fell for his attention even though you knew it was a sick, toxic cycle. sigh. you couldn't do this to yourself anymore.

it was mid october. you were at a venue in london waiting for the band to take the stage. george had asked (well, more like begged actually) over the phone for you to come to their gig that night even though you were drained and exhausted. "please. i miss you." you didn't know if his plea was sincere or not, but it made your heart beat faster. you hated to admit you missed him, too.

"fine, but don't count on me for anything after." you had worked 12 consecutive shifts to stash away some money as you wanted to do some travelling around europe. you were in your early 20's. you were supposed to have fun, get lost in random cities, take drugs with strangers, all of those things you saw on films and tv. while you loved london, you wanted to visit some places with a bit more colour to them and try to forget about him for at least a few weeks or so. it wasn't too much to ask for, right?

after he convinced you to show up, you figured you might as well try to make the most of your night out. you stumbled upon him and ross when they were out for a quick smoke, george quick to plant a kiss on your cheek followed by a tight embrace that lingered longer than expected. he was warm and, to your dismay, it made you feel warm inside, too. it seemed that every chance he got, he would touch you in some way, whether a brush of your arm, a hand on your lower back, a gentle grip on your hip. you tried to not think much of it knowing you couldn't afford to get tangled up in this mess all over again. you loved him (to some extent) but the sleepless nights and ongoing fights were not worth it anymore.

when the opening band finished, you made your way to the front to watch them perform from a closer spot. you had attended many of their gigs at this point and you genuinely fell in love with their music, albeit you wouldn't tell them directly. you had too much pride for such confession.

the gig started, the fangirl in you waking up and getting excited to sing along, forgetting about your exhaustion and lack of sleep. matty noticed you, giving a small wave and blowing a kiss in your direction before diving into the next song. while george was the one who unfortunately held your heart, you had a soft spot for the front boy, even having made out with him several times before just for the hell of it. alcohol and weed might have been involved, though...

after a few more songs, you couldn't help but notice the way george effortlessly played on stage, arms moving in calculated motions, messy hair swaying from side to side. he would look straight at you, wink and bite his bottom lip, which just made you laugh. he hadn't changed one bit. you remembered him doing this same routine at your place whenever he craved your attention. and george did it because he knew it worked like a charm. you had to admit it felt nice to have his focus on you, making you wonder if maybe, just maybe, the two of you could work it out again.

when the show ended and the boys went backstage, you managed to sneak yourself back there after 20 minutes or so, in hopes of finding them and saying your goodbyes. you kept opening every door to check if it was their dressing room, but you had no luck for a while.

you twisted another handle, opening the door and your heart sank to your stomach, making you feel instantly sick. in front of you happened to be your dear drummer with another girl's head between his legs. you were not quite sure which words left your lips, but they must've been loud enough for the both of them to turn around and take notice of you. this couldn't be happening. not. again.

you shut the door and quickly walked through the corridor, trying to find the nearest exit to get some fresh air in your lungs. not again, not again is all you could repeat in your head. you couldn't believe that somewhere deep inside your gut, you hoped that this could be the time that george and you kissed once more and went back to your flat together. why did you even think that would happen? and most importantly, why did you even want it to happen? not. again.

"fuck. i'm—i'm sorry." you were staring down at the floor which made you bump into someone. "i'm sorry." you kept apologizing as you made an effort to step away without looking up. you knew there were tears streaming down your face and didn't want anyone to see the mess you were at that moment. but you felt a tight grip on your arm and heard a familiar, warm voice call your name.

this is what finally made you turn around. "i'm sorry, matty. i can't..." you tried to break free from his grasp but he continued to hold on. "what's going on, darling? are you okay?" there was genuine concern embracing his words which made you cry ever more. not right now for fuck's sake.

you looked away, embarrassed at your state and not wanting to admit to him (or yourself) why you were uncontrollably sobbing. "hey. what happened, what is—" his voice trailed off as someone else seemed to be hurrying in your direction, calling your name, too. an exasperated george now stood besides you, breathing heavily. from running or coming in that girl's mouth, you didn't want to know.

"i've been looking for you everywhere. i can explain that," he pointed behind him, "back there." he was still catching his breath and it made you feel sick once more, taking every ounce of control to not vomit at that very second. the colour drained from your face as you started to shake, the tips of your fingers and jaw numb from a dangerous mix of anger and anxiety. he tried to grab your hand but you instantly recoiled, not wanting him to be near you, let alone touch you. "george, don’t.”

you saw as he nervously ran his long fingers through his hair thinking of what to say next. nothing. no words that came out of his mouth could provide any comfort, you were sure of that. you walked away, still trying to find the damn exit out of this hellish place. fuck george. fuck him for always pulling you in so close only to break you into one million pieces.

you finally managed to step outside, feeling lightheaded, heart still pounding in your ears. you found a dimly lit patch of grass and sat down, doing your best to focus on the cold air against your skin to try and keep him out of your mind. you felt so stupid. why did you think tonight would be any different?

great. someone was walking towards you. you stood up to leave. “please talk to me.” you turned to look at him. “please.”

“what do you want me to say, matty?” your hands covered your face as you continued to cry, not caring anymore if he heard you. you felt him inch closer, eventually putting his arms around you, holding you. “why does he always do this to me? why do i always hold on to his every word hoping that things will change? that he will actually want me.”

you felt his grip tighten around your shoulders. “he’s not worth it. he’s my best mate and i care for him deeply, but he’s not worth it,” he whispered into your hair. “please trust me on this one.”

all you could do was wrap your arms around him, yearning to hold someone close, to make you feel like you were for once safe and loved.

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tfw your coworkers start bringing up matty healy because of the taylor swift album and you have to leave the room because you can’t stop thinking about the filthy matty smut in your head and start malfunctioning 🫠

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At Their Very Best

Uncasville, Connecticut - November 3rd, 2022

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oh woah. i woke up to lots of notifications today and didn't expect last nights spin the bottle blurb (linked here) to be getting as much love as it is. seems like about 70 lovely individuals have read it which is amazing for me. so thank you!

i actually wrote that late last year (maybe december?) and it is part of the same universe as matty coming back from tour and matty taking care of your after too much drinking. doesn't really follow a real timeline or life events but it is a world where there is this mostly unspoken love triangle between reader, george and matty. george was the first to meet her at school, started dating her and what not. but he's a playboy so he's not the best for her and that's where matty comes in.

i do have other small blurbs regarding that trio so let me know if you want to see them. they're not long nor polished, but they exist. not sure how much i would expand on their story as i'm trying to focus on messages but let me know what you think.

thanks as always for your ongoing support. love you all <3