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freudian slips - matty healy

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: why did writing this make me sad… anyway enjoy! 🫶🏼

summary: you pick matty up from a night out and he says something he wasn’t supposed to.

cw: cursing, ANGST, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

***

your phone buzzed with vigor.

the harsh blue light of your phone screen cuts through the darkness of your room, cursing who could be calling you this late at night.

well technically, this early in the morning.

suddenly, you were reminded of something your best friend had said. he’d mentioned a week ago how he was going out with one of his friends tonight. low and behold, there was his contact illuminating the room.

***

matty had refused to go out for a while, telling his two friends he was tired and mumbled things of 'you guys go, i'll be here when you come back'. he anticipated the back and forth with his friends, but not his much.

ross, however, in an attempt to get matty out of the house (and to try and convince him to consider even looking at other girls, knowing damn well about matty's crush on you) forcibly made him get ready and drove him to the bar he and his friend was meeting at. though ross loved matty, ross knew he was too scared to do anything about it.

oh, how ironic that thought would become.

***

“yes?” You treaded carefully, not knowing what Matty’s night had consisted of.

“hi, erm, can you pick me up? Had- whoa,” he tripped over a missing segment in the sidewalk, earning a giggle from the other end of the telephone. He smiles to himself, the sound warming his heart in the cold of December.

ross had good intentions tonight: to get matty to look at a girl that wasn't you. however, that plan was defenestrated when a girl ordered ross a drink at the bar.

and matty much rather had ross gone than being bugged by him about finding someone to dance with the whole night.

“yeah, can you come pick me up? the fucker ran off with some girl and now ‘m all alone.” he rambled.

“sure,” you checked his location and said you’d be there in ten minutes.

***

you see his inebriated figure sitting on a bench outside when you shut off your car.

matty immediately recognizes the sound of your car, mind ecstatic you were here with him now. as soon as he ended the phone call, he was thinking about you sitting next to him, truthfully.

“hello beautiful!” he beamed, body slumping to the bottom of the bench as you help him sit upright. you mumble a greeting as he wiggles around like jelly.

“you’re glowing,” he says, pupils dilated and a shit eating grin covering his face.

you laugh. “healy, get in the car please.” you rush, unsure if he was going to puke.

“why're you laughing," he says, pouting. "‘m serious!” he protested.

thankfully, matty got in the car willingly, refusing to put on his seatbelt and after you clicking it in for him turned on the car.

“ah.”

the reflection of your car lights off the car in front of you practically blinds him as he lets out a pained noise. he shields his eyes, his sight starting to spin again as you start to drive. when his vision returns, he disinterestedly watches the blurred lights and unknown shapes near the darkened road. his head lulled to the side as you turn the car, gaze softening as he marveled over the sight of you.

now that view he could never get bored of.

the glow of the dashboard's icons illuminates your features in a delightful manner, as the tires scrape against the rough road outside. your soft demeanor calms him. the sight reminded him of late movie nights at his house when you fell asleep, too tired from work and the other things that bothered you from the day. not that he minded; you always felt bad and mumbled a 'sorry' and he an 'it's alright, darlin''; a gentle routine he would surely never get tired of. your breathing would blend with the soft sounds of the movie, and when they were just slightly louder than the tele, his gaze shifted to your sleeping figure.

his hand slides over the soft skin of your thigh, and you feel your heartbeat quicken. your eyes try to stay glued to the road, although your body wants to abandon driving altogether. this isn't the first time he's done this, and you certainly hope it isn't the last. you manage to get your thoughts in order and when you do, sigh in relief you're halfway to matty's house.

“how was your night, love?” he knew he could get away with as many pet names as he wanted tonight.

you smile, “okay. not doing much.”

the car ride was quiet, other than him randomly singing and asking you questions. you pull the car into park as matty found his house key in your keychain, (a task to keep him focused from getting nauseous from the car ride) handing you his extra key for moments like this.

“okay, healy. inside you go,” the key slides into the lock as he mumbled to himself. unsure of what he said, you push him through the door and locking it behind you.

he stumbles around for a few minutes, eventually landing on the soft plush of the couch, his face squished against the cushions. his mouth mumbles, “god, you’re lovely.”

you ignore his comment, unsure if he was talking to you or the sofa cushions.

opening matty's cabinet, you grab one of his favorite mugs and fill it with water. matty babbles something you can't quite catch from across the room as you return with the cup full of water in hand.

“d'know why y-you date those ugly guys.” he says, words forming together as one.

you laugh at his more-than-usual bluntness, “you saying I have bad taste in men?”

“maybe, depends on who you go out with next,” he winks.

your cheeks heat. “yeah, yeah, healy. drink this,” you hand him the cup, anticipating the paper towel you were needing to grab in the next minute or so.

he gasps. “thank you!” he reaches his hands out, eyes and mind exceedingly focused on not spilling a single drop. it would be embarrassing spilling in front of you, after all.

you’re slightly impressed by his somewhat good balance for his state as his eyes suddenly burst open and light up with a big smile. you chuckle at his movements, carefully swinging his legs on the footstool as you start to untie his shoes. a quiet lull falls over the room.

a smile pulls at your lips, it was moments like this that you knew you'd be a great couple if you weren't so chicken to do something about it.

“oh, I forgot to tell you!” matty starts, curls falling before his forehead.

“hmm?” you wonder.

“there was a girl that looked exactly like you at the bar, darlin’. same height, hair. ev’rythin," the ceramic mug clinks against his teeth, as a soft 'ow' leaves his lips.

"thought I was gonna have to shag her.”

his relaxed figure takes a sip like it was the most casual thought in the world as your actions halt, the sound replaying in your mind on a loop trying to comprehend if he really had just said that. his shoelaces drop from your hands as you stay frozen, unsure of how to react. should you just act like you didn’t hear him? or the opposite? why would he say something like that?

did he feel the same?

still frozen, matty catches onto you. shit, he didn’t mean to say it like that. yes, it has some underlying truth to it, but he wanted to tell you that when he was sober. not in a drunken state where you could misinterpret everything and it costed your friendship.

the thoughts piled on your mind one after the other, your face contorting into an expression of confusion.

no, he couldn’t.

he wishes he could take back the words, “no, no. not like that, I swear.” the strong slur in his words seemed to have dissipated. he reaches over to the table next to him, hurriedly setting the drink down with a clink! as he tries to dig himself out of the hole he just made.

“just, uh, thought she was pretty is all.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, eyeline dropping as he waits for your response.

“i’m, uh-” fear rose in your chest as you felt yourself stand, “’m gonna go.”

“no, Y/N, I didn't mean-”

“you're drunk,” you say sternly. “you don't know what you're talking about,"

his eyes pleaded against yours, knowing you would never believe him. "Y/N, i do-"

"bye matty,” you hurriedly gather your things as matty tries to rush after you, his body stuttering over itself as you slam his front door shut. he looks through his window as you trot down to your car, cursing at himself as your car lights hurry home.

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had a dream where I was staring at shirtless matty and he caught me and had me suck his dick as an apology…

so I may or may not have a fic in the works about that now lol

me bc I have to go to class now:

anyway happy Thursday lovelies I hope you have a great day! 🩷

- ro

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omg ross an car smut?!!! a dreaaaaaam

ross macdonald - passenger princess

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

summary - you and ross pull over because of the weather.

a/n: this one gives winter vibes ngl... anyway requests are still open! enjoy lovelies

cw: cursing, smut, car sex

***

“maybe we should just wait it out?” 

your voice strangled against the hard rain the windshield wipers were swatting away. Ross had been driving just short of thirty minutes after visiting a friend's birthday party when the rain started to get worse. 

Ross’s hand gripped the steering wheel as the other layed gently on the inside of your thigh. he’d been teasing you all night, subtly squeezing your thigh and inching closer and closer to your core, leaving your mind a mess, then getting up to do something else across the room. 

the dark road is only lit up by a few passing cars, swishing and passing by. the car moves to the side of the road, rain making the light blurry and hard to see. he turns off the engine, the frigid temperature from outside starting to bleed slowly into the car. 

Ross sighs, and looks out the window, hiking his hand closer to the apex of your thighs, noticing how you tense against his large hands. he knows he’s been making you act up, and a smirk curves onto his face as he slips his hand into your pants.

“want to tell me why you’re so wet, angel?” 

you gawk at his forwardness, a response hitching in your throat. You loved it when he got like this: possessive and touchy. his actions throughout the night replay in your mind, soft yet dominating as he casually held a conversation with a friend, causing your stomach to flip. 

The air is cold yet strained with want, and your eyes are fixed anywhere but him. he hooks his fingers around your underwear as you lift your hips involuntarily, the movement done so many times it’s muscle memory. Your panties slide down your legs, now forgotten about underneath the seat as ross continues with his movements. his touch is energizing, and his other hand meets your throat, squeezing slightly, the pressure causing a quiver in your lower stomach. 

“asked you a question, beautiful,” his lips travel to your collarbone, warm and sultry. 

“y-you,” you stutter. “you’re why i’m,” your voice trails off, not wanting to admit that the way he looked at you and the small touches all night was clouding you mind with loads of dirty thoughts about your boyfriend. 

“mmm, am I now?” 

“yes ross. oh fuck-“ 

he slides a finger in and you writhe in your seat, hips rolling forward and back as you try to create any type of friction between you and his hand. adding another finger you grip the door handle, a silent smile tugging at ross’s lips at your action. He knew the desire and want bubbling inside you was trying to stay at the surface, and he knows eventually he was going to get you there, you chanting and crying out his name in the process. 

desperation creeps into your voice, the need for him becoming stronger with every movement of his fingers. “Ross, please,” you cry. the feeling in your belly starts to unwind, it making your breath speed up when suddenly the movements halted. 

Your noises and outward sexual despair was driving him insane, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

“wh-?” 

he undoes his belt, tossing it behind him as he shimmies his jeans down with his boxers, his length red and leaking with precum. you watch as he strokes himself a few times, practically drooling, as you watch his chest heave forward and back. finally his focus comes back to you. 

he swallows. “go ahead, darling. sit,” 

a look of hesitation spreads across your face. the new experience of car sex with ross sent a shiver down your spine along with nervousness and intimidation. You carefully climbed over the car console, sliding your knees to each side of him just hovering over the top of his very hardened cock, reluctance clear in your actions. 

“I said sit,” he said, gathering your dress at your hips pulling you onto his length. a gasp echoes in the car, quiet amongst the pouring, almost hailing rain. Ross groans, placing a sweet kiss against your cheek, “good girl.” 

his hands rest firmly on your hips, as you move up and down his dick. your hips move faster, and Ross attaches his lips to your nipple, causing you to moan in surprise. steam starts to fill the car along with obscene sounds of your hips snapping together, faster and faster. 

his cock slams into you again and again, stretching you out and making you dizzy, the feeling in your stomach starting to unwind. he mumbles something against your skin and you nod in response, the sensation feeling too good to focus on anything else. 

with a few more pumps you float, the heat in your lower stomach snaps, as you shut your eyes, legs shaking and body buzzing as Ross’s hands go back to guide your hips. he follows suit a few moments later, your name falling from his lips again and again as you feel his hot cum spurt inside of you. the feeling makes you moan, clutching onto ross’s arm as he litters your skin with hickeys as you come down your high. 

your forehead lands sticky against his shirt as his hand starts to soothe against your back, the air being filled with slowing breaths and a satisfied silence. 

you both shift your gaze out the window, looking at the sharp winds blowing branches and leaves of large trees outside, rain pattering lightly against the window.

“still raining,” he says, carefully untangling a few pieces of your hair. you hum in response, eyes and limbs starting to feel heavy. barely any thoughts appear in your head, your mind quiet and still. 

“should get goin’, yeah?” he asks, voice rough and laced with sex. his head cocks at you, content, taking in your state as a giggle passes his lips. You always got sleepy after you had sex, not that he minded. He loved seeing you so untroubled and comfortable; it made his heart happy. 

“gonna be my passenger princess until we get home?” 

you nod hazily as you feel a gentle and loving pull at your hair. 

“words, love.” 

“mhmm, ‘f course,” the words take all your energy but they’re there. Ross places a kiss on your forehead and helps move you back to your seat, strong arms gently placing you down. the seatbelt clicks together as you lull your head, eyes meeting with his. 

He smiles at your response. “gonna sit in your seat then and look pretty for me until we get home then?” 

You nod as ross gently lifts you up and over to the passenger side. His arm reaches over to grab the seatbelt and clicks it in place for you. Your eyes close as the car starts to move again, hearing the drops of water hit the window beside you as you drift off into sleep. 

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april showers - ross macdonald

a/n: happy april everybody! 🌷💐

summary: ross decides to suprise you by coming home early.

content warning: shower smut, cursing, not proofread

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

birds chirp outside as you finish up work after three hours of staring at your screen. you sat yourself down and actually did the damn thing after complaining to your boyfriend via text about it for the past three days.

you stretch, glancing at an old picture of you and ross sitting on your desk, him kissing your cheek as you lovingly try to push him away. giving the photograph a passing smile, you close your computer and make your way to the upstairs bathroom.

thoughts linger to how much you miss ross as you turn on the water, and how you're going to get through the next few weeks.

you slide open your phone and hit ‘play’ to one of your boyfriend's song. the first few notes of the song are sung, and you join in, dipping your head underneath the water.

you learn a couple things when you get to my age, friends don’t lie and it all tastes the same in the dark,

as you scrub your hair, humming, you hear a comforting voice coming from the other side of the glass.

“reckon you should replace Matty.” he leans his weight against the door frame. “way better singer than he is.”

you laugh. “thanks, but I don’t think-”

wait a second.

frozen, you stood underneath the warm water as ross slides the door open. a chuckle, a real-life one escapes his lips, as he takes you in.

a contented sigh. “hi, love.”

"wh-what are you doing here?"

he shrugged. “i live here.”

as soon as ross knew he was in the clear, he booked the flight. the flight that had been sitting in his cart for ages, teasing and taunting him day after day, just waiting to be bought. after rehearsals about a day ago, the band was informed that the next few shows were postponed due to weather concerns.

elated, ross tapped the ‘pay now’ button and was on his way back to your shared apartment. tired and somewhat jet-lagged, he turned his key in the door, dropping everything in the process and searched for you. voice, exasperated mannerisms, breathing, anything.

the familiar pattern of the squeaking pipes in the wall made the house creak, hinting at the hot as hell shower you were about to take. he patted up the stairs, adrenaline pumping through his body, the feeling making him excited but anxious.

so there your boyfriend stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his muscles and tanned skin exposed as he shedded his clothes behind the fogged glass of the shower. your heartbeat quickens as you become sure it’s him, but the idea of him being home was foreign since he was supposed to be on tour for the next month.

before you could fully understand what’s happening, he steps in, lips pressing against yours, full of need and love. you push back, the reality of the situation making you happy, feeling his hands land comfortably on yours hips as you slide your arms around his neck. his tongue dancing with yours as he pulls away breathless.

“i thought you had more shows,” you speak, the thought lingering in the air with the steam, then dissipates as you moan at your boyfriend’s actions. you feel his lips attach to your neck, dragging lower and lower until they land on your breast.

ross smiles to himself, and groans as he presses his half hard dick into you, “i’ve missed you.”

“i’ve missed you more.”

“hmm,” he thinks for a moment, drops of water falling down his neck. a devilish smile spreads across his face, “wanna bet, love?”

"ross," you squirm under his gaze, heat rising in your cheeks as his lips meet the shell of your ear.

“what,” he challenges, “afraid you’ll lose?” his tone is sultry, and has you wetter by the second. a shiver shoots up your spine.

his fingers slide up your folds, and your body shudders at the contact. “no, just know I’m right.” you slick his hair back as he kneels beneath you as he places your leg over his shoulder.

he mumbles, “missed your pussy s’much, bloody hell,” spreading your folds with his fingers. you tug at his now wet hair, grinding your pussy against his face.

he looks up at you, eyes dilated and focused as he continues his actions. the sight is too much, and you shut your eyes.

"look at me, y/n," his voice gruff and dominating. the bliss and pleasure runs through you as he continues. "want you to watch."

your legs start to shake as his movements continue. you open your eyes seeing his fingers fuck you, and his mouth attaching to your clit, sucking and lapping at your core.

"ross," you moan, eyes rolling back, the coil in your stomach starting to unwind. he notices your grip on his hair getting tighter, signaling you're close.

“that’s it, princess. come undone for me,” he plants soft kisses against your thighs.

his words tip you over the edge, vision going white as your legs buckle under you, ross catching you. the coil snaps as your juices cover his face, his tongue still pleasure rippling through your entire body.

he gives you a moment to catch your breath, a giant smile on your face as he gently places your leg back to the floor. water still running, he presses his hard dick against you, pinning both your hands above your head.

“told you I missed you.”

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a closer look - dad!mattyau

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

summary- you and matty take a hard look at your relationship when the kids are being babysat.

a/n: this took me like a week to write my goodness. please enjoy as i almost lost my mind over this fic😌

content warnings: serious talk about relationship, smut, daddy kink, swearing, angst, almost 3k wc (yes i got carried away. worth it? absolutely.)

“matty, we seriously need to talk.”

shit. you’re divorcing him.

“sure, love.”

***

things were different.

not the ‘we’re having problems’ that eventually turns into a divorce, but things between you and matty certainly haven’t been happy-go-lucky. sure, you had your own family and a work life balance to figure out, but something felt like it was missing.

conversations started to feel redundant, one person anticipating what the other was going to say, mouthing the words as they were being said. days felt invariably tiresome, the standard 'how was your day?' talks turning into a minute conversation ending in a mumbled 'love you' and a kiss good night, with nothing more.

you always knew that matty loved you, and he knew that you reciprocated that same feeling. but now with picking up the kids, and matty coming home and spending time with them right before sending them to bed with a bedtime story and you getting nothing more than a cheek kiss made your relationship feel… well, hollow.

and you thought, maybe he’s just having a rough day, but days turned into weeks of passing glances. you tried cheering him up with little notes and texts of ‘i love you!’ and ‘proud of you!’ but you got nothing more than a heart emoji and a ‘thanks love’.

and it's not that he wasn't appreciative of the gestures; he was quite fond of them, truly. it got him through most of his late night sessions with the boys, hearing that same few notes on loop trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it. it was the little things you did that made him feel remembered and cherished.

he just didn't know how to tell you that he wanted you, and you alone: his wife, his partner. not the nurturing, compassionate 'mother y/n', or the 'hardworking y/n' that was actually fucking competent amongst the idiots that worked with you. he was so, so grateful of those versions of you, but he��d slowly started to forget the intimate moments of just the two of you.

matty craved the playful, contagious laugh he heard when he snuck up behind you to scare you or the judgmental stare-down after a terrible joke he came up with all by himself.

he missed the real you.

after confiding in george and charli, she suggested that she and george take the twins for the weekend for you two to ‘sort it out’. her fiancé agreed, more than happy to help you guys out, sending you off with a hug and a sliver of hope.

***

the dreaded weekend finally arrived, and yhe doorbell rang and it was none other than the couple, ready whisk away your kids with a caring smile. you and matty gather the twins as they follow their aunt and uncle, them babbling to each other as charli and george get them settled in the car.

matty presses the door creaks shut as your arms fold, deciding how to go about this. sure you guys have had rough conversations in the past, but nothing like this. you were always on the same page, thought the same, acted the same, so being unknown to the other was quite scary.

a odd silence falls over the room, the only noise being heard from the air conditioning and the car starting outside.

matty leans against the door for support, his stomach swirling and heart pounding, feeling like he was going to vomit. he doesn’t think he’s been this nervous since your wedding day.

he wipes his palms on his slacks, taking a deep breath he starts with a brave smile,

“so-”

instinctively, his hand reaches for the small of your back, glimpses of just the two together slowly appearing his mind. then it hits him.

it’s just you two.

nerves getting the better of him and his hand drops in defeat behind you. “what’d you want to talk about, love?”

his voice was low and unsteady; he didn’t know what was about to happen. he was about to lose you forever for all he thought.

your head tilts towards the dining room chairs, the room filled with highly pitched laughs and smiles not too long ago now in a state of anxiety and stillness. matty sits across from you, resting his interlaced fingers on the table, wedding band catching the light, and it quickly feels like you're being interviewed.

“um,"

you really didn't know what to say. the quiet of the room was thick, almost suffocating. your lips parted, the words intending to come out, but getting stuck in your throat, the sound being lost. the uncomfortable truth of what has been happening between you lately was now suddenly so overwhelming.

matty sees you struggling, and his heart aches. "you can say it. it's just me, y'know."

the words hang in the air for a moment, still and heavy.

"i know." you clear your throat, eyes landed on his folded hands across the table from you. a deep breath echoes in the room: here goes everything.

"matty, do you still love me?”

a quiet buzz seeps from the wall.

he lightly scoffs at the absurdity of the question, quickly realizing you’re serious and recalibrates his reaction. he can’t believe what he’s heard.

worry and fret practically ate him alive for the last few days, every scenario playing through his mind. here he thought he was going to sign divorce papers and share custody, losing the love of his life in the process. and that's what you wanted to talk about? if he still loves you? he smiles at the question, ease spreading in his chest. loving you was like breathing to him.

“of course i do,” he reassures. his hands find their way to yours, the warmth transferring to you, calming you down a bit. "i love you. so so much, y/n." his eyes are full of sincerity and love.

relief fills your lungs as matty squeezes your hands. oh thank god. you hadn't heard those three words in a while and was afraid you might never again. after what felt like months of him just living next to you and the kids, it felt nice knowing he was there again. you take a shaky breath.

“why would you ever-?” his eyebrows furrow, brain distraught at the thought.

“i don't- i don't know,” you cut in anxiously, losing eye contact. “just sometimes feels like you don’t want me around.”

he grips the bottom of his chair, the wood legs hurriedly scrapes across the floor, his familiar scent engulfing the air surrounding you.

the words ping-pong in his head. doesn't want you around? that was the opposite of what he wanted.

“oh, baby. I didn’t know you were feeling this way,” he says, mentally beating himself up to let you think that was a reality. "didn't mean to make you feel like that. i always want you."

his lips connect to your temple as the anxiety dissolves like sugar into water. they linger there for a moment, the feeling familiar and intimate. his arm slings around you too, and you jump slightly. the simple contact causes you breath to even in the somewhat quiet room.

“can i ask you something,” he says shifting awkwardly in his seat. you can feel the anxiety radiating off him. you nod intently.

his voice softens and is vulnerable, fragile. “do you still want me?”

“yes. yes, of course,” the words rush out on their own. “why?-” you voice drifts off, not knowing where to go.

he shrugs. he just didn’t know what to do. every time he tried to touch you- a hand on your hip, on the small of your back, your ass, anything really- you moved away. it was something that never happened before which was extremely off-putting to him. after multiple failed attempts he felt somewhat like a whore and embarrassed of his actions, so he just quit altogether.

and you didn’t mean to, you just preoccupied with something else.

you were getting physically and emotionally further away from him. was he supposed to just ask you if you still thought of him like that? he didn’t want to pry.

“just something we haven’t done in a long time,” his voice drops, low and vulnerable. his thick fingers fidget with the ripped denim lying on your knee. “didn’t know if you thought i was still-“

“sexy?”

his small chuckle fills the room, soothing the tension. his smile is radiant, making your heart skip a beat. “yes. sexy.”

you smile, finally feeling reconnected with him. the air’s a bit thinner now, ease filling the room as you look up at him. a picture of matty shirtless pops into your mind, his tattoos tightening around his skin when he tenses his arms, you squeeze your thighs together at the thought.

“i think about you like that all the time.” more than you’d like to admit, to be frank.

“like what?” he wonders.

“shirtless and,"

hard. you thought. the thought of him makes you dizzy, your heart beat faster as he starts to lean closer to you.

“i do too,” he hums. “maybe we can revisit that idea, angel?” he tucks a strand behind your ear, bodies close and tense, and you feel his ragged breath reach your skin. his eyes lock with yours, lust and want swirling throughout them.

entranced, you swallow, his gaze burning through you as your lower stomach starts to heat. god, how he makes you feel like a teenager.

your cunt begins to pulse as his thumb drags against your bottom lip, slow. he lurches towards you, connecting your lips after what feels like an eternity. finally, he’s getting a real, meaningful kiss from you and not a routine one. he feels his dick twitch in his pants.

the feeling urges his hands to meet the sides of your face as his tongue dances with yours, hands careful and supportive. your lips are swollen and red when he untangles his lips with yours, a soft moan leaving it. your fingers hurriedly tug at his curly locks as his hand go to your pants, fiddling with the button, but suddenly stopping.

hands suddenly connect to your hips as he pulls your weight on top of his. you squeal at the action as matty moans in your mouth, reconnecting his lips with yours.

he tugs on the hem of your shirt, “okay if i-?”

you hum.

“words, sweet girl.”

“uh huh,” you reply, “please.”

lifting your arms up he throws it somewhere on the other side of the room. you do the same, revealing his chest and part of his ‘we are kings’ tattoos, causing your breath to hitch and mouth to hang open slightly.

whimpers and sounds fly through the air, lips pressing together with passion and desire. grinding your hips down on his, matty unclasps your bra, taking your nipple into his mouth. your eyes shut at the feeling.

his hand slides across to support your lower back as his cold wedding band touches your blazing skin, you whimpering quietly at the contact. he growls against your collarbone, “mmm, missed your little sounds.”

your hips writhe constantly against his, feeling him get harder and harder with every movement. fuck, you want him so bad.

suddenly he pushes you off him as he stands up. “jump,” he commands. you wrap your legs around him as he catches you in his arms. you feel his soft lips again as he bring you over to the bedroom. he slips as his eyes widen, holding you securely as he looks down for a moment.

“found your shirt,” he chuckles as you laugh with him; a real laugh he’s been aching to hear. the tension and anxiety subsides, the small but intimate moment reminding you it’s just matty. the sound reverbs through the house, and a thought pops into his head:

he's so lucky.

he takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck as he moves his way to the bedroom.

he gently opens the door to your bedroom, throwing you on the sheets. his lips roam your body as he slowly peels your jeans off you. “can i-?” he asks, already hooking his fingers under your drenched panties. you nod.

he swipes a finger through your folds, cunt tensing at the contact. he sees your chest heaving, smiling to himself as his nose nudges your clit. he slides two fingers in, and out, in and out against your spongy walls. his tongue laps at your folds, keeping his rhythm, reveling in the whimpers and sounds he hasn’t heard in a long time.

hands grip the sheets, a signal to him you’re close. smiling to himself, he speeds up. “matty,” you warn, the coil in your lower stomach starting to come undone. “oh fuck-”

“i know princess,” he says. he’s mesmerized, eyes glazed over at the sight of you. a dream, he thinks. “so gorgeous like this.”

your hips father against his hand, his name falling from your lips again and again as his fingers thrust you through your orgasm. your body buzzes with pleasure as he kisses close to the apex of your thighs. you arch your back at the feeling, matty supporting you with his arm, sucking your clit and smiling at the sounds you make at the overstimulation.

mumbles of praise come from matty as you come down off your high. he

you smile hazily. "hi."

his eyes meet yours. "hi, love."

“can i suck you off?”

he considers the offer, but ultimately decides no. yes he loves it when your lips are wrapped around his dick, but he hasn’t had you in so, so long. he needs to feel you. matty giggles at your offer, kissing you sweetly. “another time baby. need you, not your mouth.”

your nimble fingers hook around his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his throbbing erection. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “you comfortable?”

“yeah,” you smile.

an idea pops into his head.

a devilish smile appears on his face. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale as his hand moves to your hip, “yes, what, sweet girl?”

you smile at the allusion, memories of you using the word for the first and many times, “yes, daddy.”

you both feel his dick twitch. “fuck,” he moans. “I’ve missed that.”

your lips part as your stomachs swirls at his words, him giving you a chaste kiss as he lines himself up to your cunt. he pushes inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. he swears quietly as you hiss at the contact.

“shit.” he moans.

as you squeeze against him, he sees stars. “feel so good clenching around me like that.”

his moves his hips faster, slamming himself into you again, your moans encouraging him to go faster. his lips fall to your neck, sucking and lightly scraping the skin with his teeth. his hips buck against yours, gasps coming from both of you.

“mattymattymatty,” is all you can manage as he pounds into you, climax starting to knock the wind out of you, gasping and chest heaving.

“fuck, come for me honey, oh fuck me-” he rambles.

you scream his name, digging your nails into his back as he cums inside you, feeling the hot liquid spurt against your walls. hot breaths and groans of your name accompany his release, as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. matty drops his weight on top of you, chest sticky as his heart beats hard against yours. you stay there for a while, catching your breath, both fucked out and content.

muscle memory kicks in for him, and he makes his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel for you, humming as he does so, as well as grabbing plain black t shirt. he returns with the items as a comfortable silence falls over the room.

matty clears his throat. “how’d that feel?” he says, wiping the towel against your skin.

“really good.”

he hums, placing a few kisses on the soft skin of your thighs. he rests his head there as you comb your fingers through his curls. he missed these intimate moments, now so happy it's returned. “i’m really glad we talked,” he whispers.

“me too.” you share a smile, and he lifts himself to place a sweet kiss on your face and lips. placing the towel on the nightstand next to you, he slots himself in between your legs, head resting on the inside of your thighs.

you tangle your hand in his hair comfortably, earning a satisfied sound from him. “i love you,” your voice is barely above a whisper.

"i love you so much more, y/n,” he mumbles before sleep tugs at both of you, succumbing to it.

***

your eyes flutter to sunshine spilling through the blinds of the room, perfectly highlighting matty's thick curls and sleeping figure below you. happiness spreads through your chest, sighing as you take in your husband’s features.

starting to wake up, he stretches outwardly, body slow and weak from sleep. his body arches beneath you as satisfaction and pleasure replace the sluggish feeling. he feels your soft skin against his own, the warmth and love emitting from you is captivating. voice still laced with sleep he looks down at you, "good mornin', gorgeous."

an even wider smile appears on your face. his accent's always more prominent in the morning.

"hi handsome." a content sigh slips from his mouth.

he hums at the pet name, hands wandering all through your hair, savoring the image and feel. he's never felt so close to you as he was right now; he would stay here for the rest of his life.

you push yourself off him as the sheets ruffle, matty pulling you closer than he ever has. "baby, i need to pee,” you chuckle.

“nuh uh,” he shakes his head, curls tickling your skin.

“please?” you try, slowly being convinced to stay.

again, his curls shake, replying in the negative. you laugh at the sensation, again trying to move. “i’ll be less than ten meters from you, let me go!” you cry.

“what if you meet another guy?” he teases, as he cups your face -you’re now able to see his perfect one- and connects the back of his hand to his forehead, dramatically throwing his head back, "what am i to do?" you can’t help but laugh.

he's so dramatic.

playfully, you raise up his left hand in between your bodies, the piece of metal glimmering in the morning sun. “may i remind you-?”

he pouts his lips, pretending to think for a moment. his head returns to the soft skin of your neck, “‘m not taking my chances. you'd better stay, beautiful." suddenly, the sheets ruffle as matty flips you, pinning you underneath him.

his lips drag down to your neck to your breasts, hips, then the sides of your thighs. slowly, his hands push your legs open.

“you're mine, and mine always.”

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office hours - collegeau!professor!matty healy

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

summary: you look at your professor a little too long and he catches you.

content warning: smut, professor / student relationship (consensual)

there you were, legs spread out across the desk as your boyfriend slid his hand down your skirt.

"think you could just stare at me all class like that, hmm?"

yes it was true, you were staring at your professor all class long; his clothes were tailored just right to fit his muscular body and the way he kept pushing his thick, unruly hair back as he explained the lesson for the day, passing out papers and tests as his rounded glasses slid to the edge of his nose, and how his hand and fingers gripped around the marker with such force and concentration that you had to squeeze your legs together just to stay concentrated.

but he knew you too well. he’d seen your poor attempts at controlling yourself, shifting and moving anstily around in you seat, thighs tensing ever so slightly when he so much as walked near you.

“thought I couldn’t tell you wanted me the second you walked into my classroom?”

"matty i said i was-"

he tsked, disappointed. the sensation you’d been wanting all class long started to dissipate as his fingers slid out of you, hips bucking against the ghost of his fingers. "you know i hate informalities, ms. y/l/n," he gripped your chin lovingly, eyes burning into yours.

“said i was s-sorry," you stuttered, "professor healy."

"that's good, princess. very good." his lips attached to yours neck as he drove his fingers into you, causing your fingernails to dig into his firm shoulders.

hand gripping the desk as his nimble fingers worked in and out of you, you could feel your wetness pool on the wood.

his fingers worked quicker in and out, you feeling the rough tips of his fingers touch your spongy walls. the burning sensation in your lower stomach started to rise, the feeling becoming stronger as your body starting to tense. just as the knot was coming undone, you tensed around nothingness.

your chest heaved as you opened your eyes to find him sucking your juices off his fingers.

“oh i’m not getting you off that easy, pretty girl.”

annoyance rose to your chest as matty leaned into you. why did he have to be so mean?

a chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. "oh, darling. 'm not mean, hmm?"

shit. had you said that out loud?

he places a kiss on your cheek, "just teaching you how to behave in my class, love."

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DID HE WRITE A BOOK????? someone confirm plz 🥹🥹

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again - matty healy blurb

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

a/n: this is just an excuse for me to write about matty. friendly reminder my inbox is open if you have a request for a fic 🤗 anyway enjoy lovelies!

summary: you accidentally match with your ex on a dating app.

content warnings: cursing, hinge, angst? idk anymore

***

you thumb swipes with a mind of its own, sorting the guys into the yes or no category, eyes not paying attention to who you were swiping for.

and frankly, you didn’t really care.

there were some cute guys, you’ll admit, but most of them weren’t your type at all. pictures of shirtless men were plastered all over your phone, to be honest they were all starting to look alike.

you catch a glimpse of a curly headed guy, swipe him away, and the screen stops for a moment; suddenly that smile is very familiar.

“no no no,” you whisper.

less than a second later, matty’s profile slides next to yours, with block letters that say it’s a match! with some confetti.

oh fuck. out of panic, you shout and toss your phone, it getting lost in the sheets. the feeling sets in deep in your chest. holy fuck.

this is going to be interesting.

a small message lights up your lockscreen, and sure enough:

matty sent you a message!

“seriously?” annoyance and a bit of fear fill your lungs. it didn’t end badly with matty, it just didn’t end up working for you guys. trying to match your schedules for days on end just to catch a glimpse of each other wasn’t easy, so you decided to break it off. curious, you open the message.

matty: hey

you fingers hover over the lit up keys. a sigh escapes your lungs as you type.

you: hi?

holy shit you actually responded, he thought. he’s made too many profiles on a myriad of dating apps to fuck this up. a surge of adrenaline zips through his spine as he taps on his screen.

matty: fate’s brought us together again

oh lord.

you: guess so

matty: so…

the animated bubble floats around for a while.

matty: what are you up to love?

his Britishness is seeping through the screen, and you can practically hear his sweet and sexy accent, and you’re hating every second of it.

you: what do you want

matty: fiesty today are we?

you: matty.

he sighs, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. this was the most you’ve talked, well communicated, since you broke up. he missed you.

matty: just wanted to talk to you

your eyes roll back into your head so hard it almost hurts.

you: and you thought hinge was the best way to find me?

matty: not my fault you blocked me.

you sigh, leaving him on read for a moment to think. in the context it seemed like the right thing to do, you threw out everything of his you had, so why not his phone number as well?

you: you could’ve talked to charli

you: she would’ve relayed the message

matty: what if I wanted to talk to the source?

you’ve had just about enough of this.

you: the source is about to block you for the second time fucker

a smile appears on his face; he’d missed your snarky replies. he types quick, hoping to send the message as fast as possible. knowing your quick rage, he knew you would block his ass if given another chance.

matty: look love i just want to try this again

matty: we’ve finished tour and are off for the next year

matty: just think about it, okay?

your eyes follow the letters, trying to make sense of what the hell is happening. your stomach turns in a way it never has, mixed with familiarity and apprehension. you’d had just gotten over him and now he wants to try your relationship again? this was insane. a buzz from your phone pulls you out of your haze.

matty: darling please respond I know you’re there

you’ve realized you’ve left him read for three minutes, and slowly typed out your response.

you: i don’t know matty

good, he thought. he still has time to convince you.

matty: can we meet at that horrid coffee place you like? i can be there in ten

you chuckle to yourself; he always hated that place, probably because one of the baristas blatantly flirted with you, writing his number on your cup. matty mumbled something along the lines of fuckin’ wanker… paired with a cold blooded stare as he held the door open for you. he’d be extra protective, placing soft kisses on your temple, repeatedly reminding you that you were his while his hands attached to your hips and-

wait, why were you started to get that giddy feeling again?

matty: y/n?

you: fine. leaving now

matty: 🖤

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patience - college!au matty healy blurb

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: tbh i just finished watching the latest season of the great british bake off and an idea popped into my head.

summary: after practice, all you want is to make dinner then go to sleep; the boy in your kitchen had other plans.

content warning: dancer!au, cursing, matty being sweet

Matty had been wanting to get better at baking.

Admittedly, he had just finished watching the latest season of the Great British Bake Off and figured it couldn't be that difficult, right?

***

After a long and aching practice you just wanted food. You headed to the local convenience store -they were still open?- and grabbed yourself a frozen pizza and snacks and headed back to your communal kitchen.

Looking through the glass, you see some guy muttering to himself and mixing something in a bowl. Rolling your eyes and checking the time -00:36- you figured you’d get cleaned up and hopefully he’d be gone. Dance bag hitting the floor and your roommate still working on homework, you hopped in the shower.

Trying not to think of your imperfections that your teacher pointed out in class, you wrapped a towel around your hair and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie.

Pressing the elevator button to level one, you sigh as the day's stress finally start to leave your body. To be honest, you liked nighttime; away from everyone else and the outside world being still for what seemed like just you.

You opened the common room door with a click, as the stress returned. The boy from before was still there. You flashed a friendly, but short smile which he returned.

Stepping towards the microwave, you see it has a half-torn note with almost illegible handwriting.

Not working.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head so hard it gives you a small headache. Seriously? Meanwhile, the clattering of dishware behind you reminded you that you weren't alone. Your eyes wandered over to the oven that had a pan with some dough on it.

Seeing the annoyance and hint of disappointment in your face, he apologizes.

"Sorry," he said. "I'll be done with it in, like, ten minutes. Swear."

Honestly, Matty had no idea what the hell he was doing. He was following the recipe he found, but had lost himself and half his dough along the way.

Mumbling a response, you plopped on the couch and put on your favorite show in the meantime. The cushions softened under your body as your eyes followed the television show on your phone screen, watching the characters interact across the screen, their voices starting to jumble into unintelligible sound.

***

Matty looked at the time. It was definitely past ten minutes. In fact, it had been about forty-five and you'd fallen asleep within the first five.

In fairness, Matty felt pretty bad. He was determined to make the best batch of cookies of his life after his class, which turned into the early hours of the morning.

As he took out his project out from the oven, he traded it with your frozen food. It was the least he could do after, you know, conquering the whole two countertops for at least three hours. He gently cleaned the area, careful not to wake you up just as the oven beeped.

Guilt spread in his chest as he walked over to you, peacefulness clear on your face. "Hey," he gently pushed on you, "I'm finished with the oven, and I put your food in there, too."

Rubbing your eyes, he took in your gorgeous features, the fluorescent lights flickering above you.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you said. He gave you a look, one you couldn't quite figure, accompanied with a smile.

"Have a good night," he said, gathering his items and heading towards the door.

A bit delirious, you scan the counter -cleaner than you thought it would be- eyes landing on your pizza. Next to it sat two chocolate chip cookies, one burnt to a crisp and one almost underdone. A light chuckle leaves your throat as you grab your things and leave.

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happy Valentine’s Day love thanks for being the weirdest bf ever ❤️🫶🏼🥰💐💐

(why is it giving that meme that’s like ‘help I’ve fallen and can’t get up’)

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if you have another idea, requests are open!

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domestic life - george daniel

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

summary: a lazy sunday around the daniel household.

a/n: i love the idea of married george and reader, so here you go

content warnings: smut, domestic george

george was standing in front of the couch with the task of trying to find a movie for you two to watch. the remote swiped through all categories: horror, comedy, thriller, you name it. he finally settled on 'Pride and Prejudice' after about ten minutes, hitting play and feeling quite proud of himself, since it was your favorite movie after all.

the metal band glimmered in the light as your hand moved to press the 'popcorn' button, memories flooding back to when george was bent on one knee, glee imminent in his eyes as he asked you to marry him.

george's arm snake around your waist, causing your pulse to quicken as you watch the packet turn round and round in the microwave. his hands rested on your hips, fingers firm against them. you can't seem to take your eyes off them.

the steadiness reminds you of a particular time he came home late from the studio and held and fucked you into the next day, leaving red marks and hickeys all over you.

your face flushes as you think about the memory.

"what're you gettin' all coy about, hmm?"

you smile, trying to rid of the naughty thoughts. "nothing, can we just watch, please?"

your husband takes you in: face flushed, voice quiet and words minimal. you want something, and he knows exactly what it is.

"say the word and we'll do more than just watch the movie, love." he places a chaste kiss on your temple, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch. you scoffed as the opening credits played, the thoughts still bouncing around in your mind.

***

about halfway into the movie, george had dozed off, small snores escaping his chest. like clockwork, he fell asleep at your favorite scene; not that you minded, you just thought it funny. his arm was slung across your lap as your fingers mindlessly dragged against the ink on his skin. though you loved his striking voice and strong aura, you always loved seeing them in moments like this.

calm and peaceful.

he stirred, the soothing sensation on his skin slowly pulling him out of sleep. "hi, my gorgeous wife," gruff and calm, the four-letter word danced around you in the air as he pulled himself closer to you.

"hello, my darling husband."

"look gorgeous," mumbling, he pushed his lips against your arm.

the soft contact caused your stomach to flip. "oh is that right," you giggled, his now much larger frame hovering over you.

"mhmm, always." dragging his lips down your neck, he lightly sucked earning small whimpers from you. his body melted on top of yours, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent and needy.

"george," you moaned, his lips soft against your skin, causing your breathing to become uneven as his hands roamed all over your body.

“mm?”

“want you to eat-“

“way ahead of you,” he interrupts, eyes closing in on your lower half. you feel your stomach surge with excitement as he peels off your underwear.

your head turns to the slight tapping of rain against the glass catching your attention for a moment, the noise tranquil and serene. george’s mouth latches onto your skin, pulling your attention back to him.

he devours you like a man starved, folds wet and ready for him as he intermittently places kisses on the inside of your thighs.

you feel like you’re going to explode as he thrusts his fingers into you. moans escape your lips as george himself groans into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt. the band in your stomach starts to unravel faster and faster with every thrust and press of his lips. “fuck, georgegeorgegeorge,” you babble.

“come for me darling, know you want to,” he says, movements never haltering. need starts to grow in him as you start to flutter away from him, moaning and chanting his name like a prayer. with a few more thrusts, your juices gush all over his hand as he feels himself tighten against his pants.

panting, your eyes slowly opened to see his pupils dilated and focused, yet filled with want and love.

the room is quiet for a moment, tension evident between you. he plants a kiss on your lips and says, “want to fuck you,” his eyes flicker between you and your chest, “please?”

you nod eagerly, scooting yourself up as he readies himself into you. lips connect again as he slides into you, your walls clenching him as he groans.

he fills you up, inch by inch, a quiet whimper falling from your lips when he bottoms out. you let out a synchronized breath as you grip into his strong arms.

no one’s ever made him feel good the way that you have; it hits him that he’s yours.

forever.

he moans at the thought, as he thrusts into you harder, earning whimpers and pleads from you to keep going.

“mine,” he groans, “all for me,”

“all yours honey, fuck,” you breathe.

“shit y/n,” he grinds himself harder into you as you come undone, panting and breathing out his name. he groans at the obscene sounds as he continues to grind himself harder into you, body spazzing as he paints your walls white.

you lay there, sticky and content, a smile stuck on both of your faces as you listen to to light tapping of the rain.

“i love you,” you say, slightly out of breath.

“i love you more, darlin’.”

george shuts his eyes, feeling safe and in his happy place: with you.

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george fic coming later today 🤭🤭

(I’ve actually written something omg)

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still mourning hoop earring matty 😔

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heart of glass - matty healy

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

summary: a stranger doesn't realize the coffee shop's door is locked.

content warnings: slight mention of blood, break ups, crying

Two weeks ago, the girl that Matty thought he was going to wake up next to every day for the rest of his life shattered his heart into pieces. He always tried to be her everything, even though he lost himself many times, just wanting to please her. The horrible moment clouded his mind, a relentless loop of her sweet voice and those words. Of course he wanted to fight and reason with her, and beg her to stay, but that’s not what she wanted. 

I’ve met someone else, I’m sorry Matty.

Oh. 

I hope we can stay friends. 

Oh.

***

His eyes drifted back to the harsh light of his laptop, wishing the four hundred words would turn into the minimum one thousand with a few sentences so he could call it a day on this damn essay. 

The assignment was hanging over his head like everything else it seemed, the goal just out of grasp. Fingers pulled at his curls, hair separating into their cliques as he tugged. Fatigued and burnt out, quite honestly, Matty packed his things and headed over to the campus coffee shop. This late at night, he might as well get some energy juice if he was to finish his paper. 

***

The mellow music matched your heart rate, listening to the faint sounds and instruments as you finished up your side work. The aroma of freshly baked muffins and espresso beans are far from strong now, a distant memory of early this morning. Brick covers one particular wall, your favorite one to be honest, and a hold shelf that rests a handmade sign with the shop’s name in beautiful calligraphy, followed by a quaint plant. Low murmurs of assignments, professors, and hot gossip of who’s dating who is now replaced by the hum of the ventilation above you. A wave of contentment washes over you as your eyes shut. 

A harsh thump and jingle of the bell attached to the door jars you, as a head of curls knocks into the front door. Letting out a yelp, you see at first glance a homeless man clutching his nose, bent over in pain. 

Upon further inspection just another student, roughly your age. An exhale leaves your body as you grab the keys. You rushed over, unlocking the door, feeling a rush of cold air in contrast to the warmth that met your skin a few seconds ago. You ask the obvious, “Are you okay?” 

Disoriented, he groans in response. Standing upright now, he repeatedly blinks, hoping it will rid the embarrassment. As he slowly opens his eyes, yours are met with deep, kind but tired eyes:  the unmistakable ones of someone who’s just doing their best. 

“Here, come in and I can give you some ice to put on it.” Hopefully I don’t get fired by this, you thought. 

He’s somewhat surprised by your kindness; everyone on campus normally has earbuds in and wouldn’t give a dying man a passing glance. The soft jazz in the background relaxed muscles he didn’t even know he was tensing. You guide him to the coziest chair as he debates if he should leave or not. 

“Stay here, I’ll get you some ice, okay?” Your soft, gentle voice coaxes him into the chair as he half nods, half winces as his vision starts to come back to him. As you grab half a scoop of ice, a soft English accent rumbles from the other side of the shop. 

“Sorry for the scare, thought you were open twenty four hours,” he dryly laughed. Yes, it was a silly mistake, but with everything going on, he couldn’t blame himself. “I’m Matty, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you flash him a soft smile. “It’s all right, the twenty-four is during-” your eyes blow wide as red drips escape his nose, catching you both off guard. His breath hitches, as he cups his hand, blood spilling into it.

You quickly run over to the sugar station, silently thanking your coworker for refilling the napkins earlier, pulling practically half the stack. “Here.” His head knocks back as his -rather veiny- hand grips the bridge of his nose, the fairly thin, tan napkins barely soaking up the red fluid. After a few minutes, the bleeding subsides. 

Voice barely above a whisper, “There, much better,” you say, eyes meeting his.

His eyes start to brim with tears, and a sob escapes. In the past few days, he never noticed how much kindness could go a long way. At that moment, he realized he hadn’t spoken to, well, anyone really. He kept his head down, and to be honest, none of his friends knew about the break up.

Matty snaps himself out of his haze, realizing how weird this is to a complete stranger, and tries to explain quickly. “‘M sorry, m- my girlfriend broke up with me and I don’t know what to do, and I’m so fucking tired, I-” Another sob. 

You placed your hand on his forearm, giving him some support. Your heart aches, having been broken up with once or twice, and remembering that awful feeling. You wouldn’t wish that upon anybody, especially him. 

“I’m sorry that happened, Matty. Really. That fucking sucks.” The words hung in the air, unsure of what they were to do, but there. 

He sniffled, wiping the tears with the back of his hand, “Thank you.” 

You walk over to the cash register, grabbing a pen. “Here’s my number if you ever want to talk,” you scribbled. “Just in case.”  

His shoes clacked softly against the hard ground as he stood, reaching for the napkin. “Seriously, Y/N, thank you.” 

“Not a problem, Matty.” 

The soft clank of the bell again accompanied the crisp, cold outside air; a now familiar feeling.

if anyone caught the slight robber's reference… i hope you find a four leaf clover <3

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quick rant about Matty: I feel like people underestimate his talent and passion for music SO MUCH.

1. his ability to articulate the meaning and reasoning of why he adds certain elements into songs and albums is unmatched. his music video breakdown and even the simple explanation of the 1975’s ‘start-up’ sound is so so brilliant.

2. the lyrics he creates paints such a clear visual for the listener. heart wrenching lyrics like in ‘somebody else’ and ‘about you’ plus matty’s emotion when he sings leaves such a hauntingly beautiful sound.

3. okay so we all know matty smokes, but his voice still sounds absolutely incredible!! the richness and depth his voice brings an oddly familiar and comfortable tone when he sings?! yes, it has some grit to it but that’s what makes it so unique! not to mention that smoking damages your lungs, and matty can still put on hours-long shows without getting super winded -all the while being super entertaining- is incredible to me!!

4. he has SUCH a strong stage presence. he could just walk on stage a light a cigarette and everyone in the crowd would be enamored. he’s got this cool, calm confidence that radiates throughout the whole show that’s really intriguing.

i’m done now but thank you for listening 🥰

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don’t ask - ross macdonald

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

content warnings: none I don’t think?

“Hi, sorry to bug you, but I need you to do me a favor and act like you’re my boyfriend.”

You were having a great time at a party, until you saw your ex. So, you did what any logical person would do and asked the person next to you to act like they were your partner.

“What?”

You felt so bad for this guy but couldn’t think of anything else to do.

That familiar but disturbing look from your ex settled on you from across the room and as he finished his conversation, he started walking towards you.

Oh boy.

You turned back, trying to make it sound like you were normal. “Just act like we’re dating, I’ll explain in a second,” your words rushed out.

“Uh, okay.”

Your ex took long strides over to you, feeling the cockiness get stronger. You rolled your eyes as he approached you

“Hi Y/N.”

“Oh, hi Ryan.”

He nodded to the man next to you. “Who’s this?”

Fuck if you know.

Your ‘boyfriend’ stuck out his hand. “Ross.”

Ross. Nice name.

He ignored Ross’s gesture and directed his attention to you. “Fan of the ‘R’ names, are we love?” he sneered as he stepped towards you.

Ross’s arm instinctively took a small step and came in front of you blocking you from your ex. You felt a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

The tall man breathed, “Alright, get lost Rick.”

Your boyfriend is British, apparently.

“Whatever,” Your ex huffed, “Bye, Y/N.”

You gave him a short smile, rolling your eyes for what felt like the tenth time. When he was out of earshot, you let out a sigh, “Thank you so much, so sorry about that.”

“‘S all right.”

Just as you were about to ramble another much deserved apology, Ross leaned closer to you, smelling like cologne and pine. “I like my girlfriend’s name, by the way.”

You were caught off guard. “Sorry?”

“Y/N. It’s a nice name.”

Smooth talker.

You hummed in agreement. “‘Ross’ isn’t too bad either.”

He chuckled, and although the music was making it hard to hear anything, you liked the sound of it. It was peaceful.

“So, what happened with him? If I can ask.” He brought his drink to his lips.

You figured it was the least you could do to tell him. “Oh, I caught him cheating with one of my roommates, so,” your voice drifted off; it wasn’t a painful memory to bring up, just a weird one.

He shrugged, “At least it wasn’t both.” A smirk appeared on his face as he looked into his cup.

Your jaw went slack, and eyebrows furrowed together, not sure if you heard him correctly.

Assessing your face he panicked slightly, “Oh my god, sorry. It was a stupid joke, ‘m sorry.”

“No that’s okay,” your smile is mirrored by his as a light laugh escapes your lips.

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment, then dropping to your lips causing you to blush.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere for you!” Your friend suddenly appeared behind you and turned to him, “Hi Ross, you made it!”

“Yeah, I did. Bit late with traffic though,” his voice was deep and rich and sweet, and sounded - in the best way - like a stereotypical English person which kept you enamored. The way his words twisted around themselves sounded almost melodic.

“Are you ready to go? I promised a friend I’d take her home, I’ll meet you outside?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. You turned back to the handsome stranger. “Well, um, thanks for being my boyfriend,” you flashed him a smile.

“Not a problem at all.” His eyes lingered again, you catching a hopeful glint behind them.