#barista matty

[toomuchracket]

joyride (sub barista!matty x reader smut)

part of summer75. if you're not into pegging, avoid. if you are, enjoy! <3

humming softly to yourself, you turn the page of your book before taking a drag of your cigarette. a faint whimper from in front of you disturbs the peaceful vibe you've cultivated for yourself; exasperated, you exhale the smoke slowly, peering over the top of the book to see what all the fuss is about. “what, matthew?”

you won't lie and say the sight of your boyfriend isn't affecting you a little bit - matty looks delectable right now, all hazy-eyed and glistening tattoos and big arms bound behind his back, pretty cock hard and leaking as he sits on the glittery purple dildo harnessed to your hips. but it's friday night, you've had the week from hell at work, and you've made it crystal fucking clear that he isn't getting anything from you until you've decompressed a little bit, regained some energy.

and yet, here he is, still being a needy little slut.

“m'sorry, i just,” he sniffles, shaking slightly. “need you, cookie, please, please.”

despite yourself, part of your resolve crumbles; he just looks so gorgeous when he begs. you sit up, and he brightens, but his face falls again a beat later when he realises you're only moving to ash your cigarette in the tray on the bedside table, another whimper following from those pretty lips of his. they kiss your palm when you softly caress your boyfriend's cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin - you might be a bitchy dom, but you do love him. “oh, my darling boy,” you coo, your voice saccharine. “you really need fucked that bad?”

matty nods, pathetic. “mhmm.”

“words, gorgeous.”

“sorry, sorry - yes,” he kisses your hand again in apology, and your heart flutters. “need you to fuck me so bad, baby, please. needed it all day.”

“and you didn't do it yourself?”

he shakes his head so furiously you fear for his neck. “no. wanted you. s'no fun without you.”

you smile. “good boy,” you lie back down, softly dragging your nails down his chest, ghosting over his length (and savouring the whine he lets out) before settling your hands on his thighs. “nothing else is as good as my cock, is it?”

“s'the best,” comes the breathy reply.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

you smirk. “show me how much you love it, then, go on. be a good little bunny and bounce on it while i finish reading, and then i'll fuck you, alright?”

“mmmkay… oh,” matty's eyes flutter as he slowly starts to ride the strap. he smiles, delirious. “thank you.”

“you're welcome, sweet boy,” you trace a heart into his thigh with your nail, and he giggles. “be good, yeah?”

“i will.”

and he is, actually - it's a struggle for you to keep focused on the last few pages of your chapter, because matty just looks so incredible fucking himself on your strap like that, but you manage it with no more begging from him. he beams when you toss the book to the side, blissful expression on his beautiful face. “hi, cookie.”

“hi, bunny,” you smile when his movements speed up at the pet name, which in turn has your hips moving slightly, desperate for some friction against your clit from the harness. “god, you look so fucking hot like that. s'turning me on,” you bring your hands up to your tits, not breaking eye contact with matty as you roll your nipples between your fingers and pinch them with a moan. he moans in reply, dick twitching, and you smirk. “like watching me touch myself, sweet boy?”

“yeah,” matty arches his back, and you assume he's just trying to angle himself better on the dildo; that is, until you feel calloused fingers brush your inner thigh. “let me touch you, too, please.”

fuck. he's perfect.

“alright,” you smile, eyes widening as he pushes two fingers inside you. “oh, baby.”

“good?”

you stroke his cheek again, sighing happily when he starts to finger you properly. “the best.”

matty huffs out a laugh, doing his best to curl his fingers inside you. the movement makes your hips jerk, sending the strap further into him, and he whines. “oh, shit, yes, please do that again.”

with a smirk, you oblige, snapping your hips up and enjoying the way his coherence crumbles with every thrust. his fingers slip out of you, but you don't mind - watching your boyfriend practically writhe on your cock and whimper garbled pleas is probably enough to get you off itself. that, and you know he'll reciprocate any orgasms you give him tenfold later. so you keep fucking up into him, biting your lip at the way his dick twitches more and more frequently, a telltale sign that matty's nearing orgasm. “bunny?”

his eyes snap open to look at you, and he croaks out a reply. “yeah?”

you grin. “can i fuck you properly to make you cum?”

matty's sex-addled brain takes a second to compute, and then his eyes widen. “oh, like-”

“missionary, yeah,” you drag your nails down his chest again. “wanna kiss my sweet boy when he cums.”

he whines. “please.”

you don't answer verbally. instead, you wink, and push your boyfriend as hard as you can until he falls backwards, quickly moving onto your knees in preparation. matty whimpers when the strap almost fully slips out of him, a whimper that turns into a guttural moan when you spit on the plastic and slam it back into him, over and over and over, mimicking the way he fucks you when he's desperate to get you off; judging from the way matty's legs shake, and the way his eyes roll back into his head with every movement of your hips, you're doing a good job.

he tells you as much, too, adoration peeking out from behind the pleasure haze in his eyes. “love you, cookie. feel so fucking good.”

“i love you,” you lean forward, fucking him even deeper as you kiss him sloppily, but oh so lovingly. “fuck, babe, i wanna make you cum so badly.”

“don't fucking stop, then,” matty murmurs against your lips. “m'so close, so fucking close. oh, shit, m'right there, right there.”

you smile against him, hand slipping down between your sweaty bodies to lightly stroke his dick. “cum for me, then, sweet boy.”

with a whimpered “fuck, fuck!”, he does just that, spilling over his own stomach and your hand with his lips pressed to yours. you kiss him sweetly, murmuring soft praises into him as you slowly pull out and lick his cum from your hand; when you move off him and the bed to undo the harness, cutting into the fat of your hips a little, matty whines, and you smile. “i'll be back in literally one second, my love.”

“hurry,” he pouts. “i miss you.”

“sap,” you roll your eyes, shimmying the harness off before working to untie the ropes binding your boyfriend's arms. “they feel okay?”

“yeah,” matty stretches as you climb back onto the bed and settle on your stomach beside him; his entire body jerks when you wordlessly take the head of his dick into your mouth and lightly suck on it, another whine leaving his lips. “baby, baby, m'too sensitive to go ag-”

“i know, sweetheart,” you coo, changing your focus to licking the cum from his stomach. “just getting you all cleaned up.”

he snorts, caressing your hair when you lay your head on his chest. “you know, there are these things called washcloths…”

“yeah, but,” you smirk up at him. “those are for people whose girlfriends aren't freaks.”

matty laughs loudly, that stupid hyena cackle of his that you love so much. “yeah, you're a freak alright,” he pulls you further onto him, kissing your nose and looking at you so tenderly you could cry. “but you're also the love of my life.”

“you're only saying that cos i pegged you.”

“nah, that's just a bonus,” he kisses you sweetly. “i love you, cookie. and i'm about to return the favour, by the way.”

“okay,” you smile against him. “i love you, too.”

[lookedlikethebins]

Fuckkkk I hadn’t thought about producer George talking about/with matty in interviews!! I’m so excited

Truthfully, I hadn't either until today!! I was originally thinking it would maybe at George's house (interviewing in his home studio/a magazine focused on his set-up and gear more than any Personal Profile) and the interviewer bumps into Matty just putting away laundry or doing dishes on their way back from the bathroom. Or someone writing a different piece is sitting in while George and another artist are working together and Matty comes in and gives the artist and George coffees—and the interviewer assumes Matty is the Coffee Boy for the studio and tells him their coffee order...

Either approach I think it would be fun to try and figure out TA Matty's blend of playing it cool for George's sake (while waiting for his cue) but also very much wanting it to be known he's not just Anybody.

[cherryobsession]

Enough hot girls on my FYP. I’m feeling extra hetero and want scruffy dudes who look like they can make me the best oat milk latte on my feed.

[mattscoquette]

your arm was hooked around matt’s bicep and your cheek rested on his shoulder while you both waited in line in the cafe, softly murmuring about what you were both getting. the second the weather dropped and the leaves began to change color, you’d made it a point to go to your favorite local cafe to try the new fall drinks.

“i think that apple cider shit looks good,” matt mumbled, turning his head to speak into your hair as he planted a kiss to your head, “what are you gettin’, doll?”

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a smile. “white mocha.”

he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “you always get that.”

“it’s good, though.” you giggled, hiding your face in his arm.

the both of you continued your light banter until you got to the register, the both of you ordering your respective drinks before heading to the end of the counter to wait. while you were standing, matt tugged you into his chest, hugging you closely as you both swayed back and forth. you both often found solace in just being close with one another. matt perked his head up at the sight of the barista placing two coffee cups down at the counter, softly mumbling to you that your drinks were both ready.

the two of you grabbed your drinks before heading out the door, heading down the street as you walked hand in hand to go for a small walk. you both admired all the little stores you passed, the windows on full display for the autumn season that was now upon you.

“this is soooo good.” you sighed after taking a long sip, looking up at matt with a smile.

“yeah, so’s mine,” he mumbled in agreement as he looked at you over the cup while he drank.

“can i have a little sip?” you smiled, perking up.

matt laughed, shaking his head. “no.”

you eyed went wide as you whined, dramatically and almost childlike, “what? why not?”

“you shoulda ordered this instead of your white mocha shit.” he chuckled, sounding matter of fact while he took another sip tauntingly.

“matty, please?” you pouted, stopping in the middle of the side walk to peer up at him, your best pleading eyes on display.

“no,” he pouted back as his bottom lip jutted out, his expression laced with faux sympathy.

you huffed in annoyance, clearly upset. you flicked your eyes down, then back up again, tears beginning to well. “please?” you rasped again

matt laughed, shaking his head yet again. “no, baby, you got your own drink. drink that.”

“you’re so mean.” you whined, a couple tears falling as you tried to rapidly blink them back.

matt was used to you overly-sensitive nature by now. when you’d first started dating, matt was always in a state of constant worry about what could possibly set you off, and try to find ways to calm you. now, he knew it was nothing serious. he knew that you would get over it and the world would continue to turn.

“yeah, i am, aren’t i?” matt chuckled down at you, softly cupping your cheek and wiping a tear with his thumb.

you sniffled, nodding your head as tears pooled out of your eyes. “yeah, i just wanted a sip an’ you’re not lettin’ me.”

“aww, poor baby,” he cooed teasingly, pulling you into his chest. he wrapped his arms around tightly, softly stroking your hair, “i’m just the worst, right? never met anyone meaner than your matty.”

you whined into his chest. “stop makin’ fun of me, you’re being so mean.”

“i know, i know,” he mumbled into your hair with a smirk.

you sniffled and cried for a few more minutes before pulling away, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your sweater. you looked up at matt, still a bit upset as he laughed. “matty it’s not funny.”

he shook his head, leaning in to kiss your forehead before letting his hands fall to your hips, giving them a squeeze. “i know it’s not. this is serious.”

you huffed, pulling away from his grip as you joined hands once more, continuing your walk down the street, only this time a bit more annoyed. you sighed, taking another sip of your white mocha, smiling to yourself quietly, gaining matt’s attention.

“what’s got you so giggly over there, princess? they put somethin’ funny in your coffee?” matt asked with a smirk playing on his lips and his eyebrow raised.

you shook your head. “no, this is just really good an’ i’m glad i got this and not apple cider.”

© mattscoquette

[chvoswxtch]

oi, matt! can i get a macchiato? mayhaps over ice if that’s what the barista has to offer today….

matt x assistant!reader at nelson and murdock is one of my favourite flavours ever. i just neeeeed your take on it.

you know I had to kick off the celebration with this slut (works for you or matty) <3 also just so you know I could've kept going with this forever but tumblr told me to shut up bc apparently there's a word limit on answering asks but you get the picture ;)

as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

matt murdock is an hr nightmare

when foggy mentions that nelson & murdock could desperately use an assistant since karen is now at the bulletin, before matt even has a chance to speak, foggy is warning him to keep his dick in his pants

and when matt pulls that face (you know the one, the "she wanted to teach me" look of faux innocence) foggy reminds matt that not only is he a whore but he also has a history of being tempted by forbidden fruit (he probably fucked all the female interns at landman and zack, and then there's karen who he would've slept with if frank & elektra hadn't shown up but that's a different story for a different day)

matt does the lil "i cross my heart" thing and swears to foggy that he won't get involved with the new assistant

he also makes this promise to himself bc let's face it he's a human disaster who's life is constantly falling apart and the last thing he needs is drama that could've been avoided if he thought with the right head

but then the day of the interviews arrive and you walk in the room, and matt knows at that moment that he is completely fucked

your scent hits him first, something soft and subtle, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office smell and the lingering assault of pungent perfume left behind by other candidates that had given him a dull headache

then it's your voice, god your voice, it's the most melodious sound he's ever heard. it's gentle but crisp, and your alluring intonation has him hanging onto your every word, especially his name that fell from your lips in greeting

touching your hand nearly does him in, bc getting to feel your smooth skin caress his rough palm makes it even worse. there's a an electric spark that tingles in his fingertips and shoots throughout the rest of his body, and he finds himself wondering if you feel it too, but then catches himself and quickly plasters on a professional appearance

it was one thing that every single thing about your existence drew him in, but the fact that you were also intelligent and well-spoken, deeply passionate and genuinely empathetic, while also quick to craft clever responses without your sharp wit coming off as ostentatious just made matt want you more

matt was uncharacteristically quiet while foggy asked most of the questions, to which you gave perfect answers, and occasionally chimed in with a few of his own just to redirect your attention where he wanted it: on him

by the end of the interview, foggy was sold on you, and so was matt, but for duplicitious reasons

matt tries so hard to keep his promise, but fuck do you make it (and him) hard. he makes a point to never be alone with you in the office. if a round at josie's is suggested, he makes sure foggy or karen will also be there. he tries to balance between being friendly while also being professional, trying to find the invisible line that crosses from innocent inquisitions to dangerous territory

he does his best not to initiate physical contact, which proves to be difficult, bc you're a hugger and always politely offering matt your arm to guide him whenever you go anywhere

you're so kind and thoughtful and treat him the exact way you treat everyone else and it makes him want to put his head through a wall bc every day that he spends with you makes this attraction worse and worse and he can't tell if it's purely physical or if it goes deeper than that

and then one day he just fucking snaps

matt has a really bad day. a lead he'd been working on for weeks ended up being a dead end, and matt had taken his frustration out on some petty thug in an alley, but it wasn't enough. he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, late at that, to a handful of voicemails from a pissed off foggy. it had been a grueling day in court, all of his senses were overwhelmed, and he had so much pent up tension in his body that he felt stiff

he was so wrapped up in himself that when he walked through the door of the office, he didn't realize he'd broken his own rule: never be alone with you

as soon as he realizes his mistake, he heads towards his office, returning your polite greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement. he hoped that you'd leave it alone, that you'd say something like you were just about to leave, and he'd be spared from you coming closer. but you being you, noticing every little detail and having learned to read matt, could tell something was off

you just wanted to help. you always just wanted to help, and matt loved that about you, but right now, it was only making this more difficult for him bc his self restraint was deteriorating

and then you gently touched his shoulder and matt let out a groan bc he could smell what you'd done the night previously. the scent of your arousal was still embedded in your skin even though you'd washed your hands several times, and the scent of soap was almost nonexistent as matt's nose focused solely on the delectable scent of your pussy on your own fingers

he'd made himself come many times to the thought of you over the last few months, but knowing that you'd fingered yourself last night possibly to the thought of him is what broke his resolve

matt didn't need his heightened senses to know you were attracted to him, that you felt something for him too. he knew it because he knew you, and sometimes you were obvious even when you thought you were being subtle for the sake of both your friendship and your professional reputation

before either of you could process what was happening, matt was devouring your mouth in a heated kiss, your blouse was halfway unbuttoned, just enough for him to pull down the cups of your bra to leave your tits spilling into his welcoming hands. your soft whimpers echoed around the empty office as he toyed with your nipples while assaulting your neck with his teeth and tongue

in record time you were bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, panties caught around your calves, and matt was pulling down his zipper to free his fully hard cock

the immense relief he felt as he sank into you fully from behind nearly brought him to his knees. he didn't know if it was the heightened allure of having something he wasn't supposed to, or how perfectly your tight cunt enveloped his thick cock, but he quickly got lost in your warm walls like a dazzling labyrinth he never wanted to escape

you were so fucking wet that it was obscene the noises your pussy made welcoming his cock as he pounded into you over and over and over again. but his favorite sound was you chanting his name, desperately pleading for more, which he was all too happy to oblige

you took him so well, your pussy enveloping his cock in a greedy manner, not allowing him the chance to slip out despite how soaked you were. he reached as deep as your body would allow and fucked you relentlessly like a madman on a mission

his rough hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, and he was completely lost in a fog of lust. it didn't take long for either of you to come undone and it finally clicked for matt that he wasn't the only one that had been depriving himself for the sake of not crossing a boundary when your cunt tightened around his cock before flooding him with your release

matt waited until the absolute last possible second, swiftly pulling out with a hiss as he replaced your pussy with his right hand, stroking his cock at an inhuman speed just a few times before coating your ass in ropes of his come

he collapsed in his chair, but not without wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down with him. the sound of heavy panting filled his office, and the air was humid and drenched in the scent of sex. matt nuzzled his face into your neck, hugging your back to his chest while the two of you attempted to catch your breath

he's able to pick up on the fact that your heart is still racing not bc of the incredible spontaneous sex, but also out of anxiety about what happens next, so matt decides to break the silence first

"I uh...know this is kinda backwards but, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"

in conclusion, he's a fucking menace

[bone-evidence]

Figured while we're on the topic, I'd put all my PruCan fics so far in one post! From newest to oldest:

Canadian Charm: Who knew the easiest way to escape a meeting was to blow a kiss?

In Between:

An ancient, dilapidated manor sat on top of a hill, largely forgotten by the folks who lived in the town far below. And yet this manor wasn't empty. Not entirely, anyways. Matthew walked it's gloomy halls, his every step haunted in more ways than one.

Not every haunting was a bad thing.

Last Dance: The castle's ballroom was alive with nobles from kingdoms near and far, all come for a celebration after intense trade negotiations. Matthew, loyal knight and bodyguard to the Elvish Prince, stood on the sidelines with the Prince's cane in hand and longing boiling behind his mask of stoicism.

High Hopes: Madeline and Alfred have been visiting a very specific cafe every Thursday for a year, because poor Madeline is crushing hard on the barista. With a little encouragement from Alfred and empty seats in the rest of the cafe, she finally works up the courage to ask Julia to dinner. Hopefully Madeline can manage to get the question out without making a complete fool of herself.

Witch in the Woods:

Madeline Williams thought being exiled from her village meant the end of her existence. The forest around said village, reputed to be incredibly haunted, has other ideas.

But life in the woods, among fantastic creatures and people of all kinds, isn't as idyllic as it might seem. A chill as cold as the grave seeks to expand its influence over the denizens of the forest and enact revenge for a betrayal between one-time friends. Madeline will have to step into a power she never knew she had in order to save her woodland home and the wonderful souls she comes to call friends. It's a damn good thing she has a gargantuan white wolf to lean on.

Grandaddy Purple:

“Mattie?”

“Mm?”

“What… what do you think happens when we die?”

---

Musings on the afterlife, against a backdrop of twinkling stars, rings of smoke and roof shingles.

Concerning Prussians: A sleepless Prussia finds himself in the guest bedroom of his home, where Canada is also still awake. A late-night chat turns into possibly the sweetest way to fall asleep.

[megamett44-lover]

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: It’s been two years and Y/N is greeted by a ghost of the past.

Warnings/Notes: Use of Y/N, mild cussing

Requested? No!

(Music rec for this story is ‘Coffee’ by Chappell Roan)

part 1

Coffee (Part 2 of ‘Know It’s For The Better)

Los Angeles. The place I was determined to leave behind had now become my home. After scoring a job as a writer on a Netflix series, I had to relocate from Boston back to the place I swore I would never return to again.

“Order for Y/N?” The barista calls as I make my way up to the counter to retrieve my coffee.

“Thank you.” I smile, accepting my flat white and returning to my computer in the corner.

I sigh, looking at the blank screen in front of me. I was stumped; I had to write a rough script by 9:00 am tomorrow, or I could kiss my dream job goodbye. How was I supposed to write a long lost love reunion when I was clearly lacking in the romance department in my daily life?

As if the false God themself heard my thoughts, a voice pulled my attention away from the dauntingly blank screen. “Y/N?”

I look up to see none other than the man I left a mere two years ago, Matt Sturniolo.

I feel my face lose its color as I stare back at the man I once loved. ‘Damn you, universe’

“Matt,” I say, my voice catching slightly. “hi.”

“Hi.” He returns my awkward smile. “Mind if I sit?”

I merely nod at the chair as I study his features. Tattoos now sprawl out sparingly across his left arm, his stubble growing in slightly. His hair longer than usual, as his blue eyes seem a bit more dull than I once remembered.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He finally speaks, breaking me from my trance.

“Oh…um, yeah.” I say, motioning towards my computer. “Duty calls.”

“I understand that.” He says, offering me a genuine smile. “How’ve you been?”

I pause. Should I tell him the truth? About how much I had missed him, longed for his touch? Reminisced about our time shared together?

“I’ve been okay.” I say. “And you?”

Matt thinks for a moment. “I’ve been good.”

I force a smile. “Always great to hear.”

“So, a big shot Netflix writer, huh?” Matt questions. “I always knew you were destined for great things.”

“Wait, you knew about that?” I ask.

Matt smiles, and I see the boy I had fell in love with; my Matty. “Of course I did.” He says. “I told you I’d wait forever.”

I shake my head. “Matt-” He cuts me off.

“I know, I know.” He dismisses me. “That’s not a conversation for now. What do you have going on later? Chris and Nick would love to see you.”

I glance back at my blank screen. Should I agree to this? To put myself back in reaching distance of the man who had never put me before anything? “Well, truthfully, nothing.” I say, closing my laptop to rid myself of the teasing blank screen.

“Oh, cool!” Matt says, seeming surprised at my response. “Here, I’ll text you our address. Same number, right?”

I was surprised he still had my number. “Um, yeah.” I smile.

Matt quickly typed on his phone as my phone dings to signal a text.

“Just swing by whenever.” Matt says. “Nick and Chris are gonna lose their shit.”

I laugh. “I bet so.”

“Speaking of,” Matt says, standing. “I’d better get back with their muffins or they’ll probably kill me.”

I let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, probably.”

“Oh and Y/N?” Matt says.

“Hm?”

“It was really good seeing you again.” Matt smiles before walking away.

Part 3…?

[youcouldmakealife]

KS Fill: Robbie/Matty barista!au; redirection

Another one of the extras, this time a request for a continuation of the Robbie/Matty barista!au.

Here's the YCMAL wiki page for the barista!au, with links to previous parts if you need a refresher, since it's been awhile! The most recent part was on Patreon, but I've made it public so no one's missing context.

It’s probably sad that the most alone Robbie’s ever felt is right now. Not when he was newly single and suddenly homeless in a foreign country, and the only silver lining was Matty offering him somewhere to stay rent-free. It took months before Matty would let Robbie pay any rent, because he knew Robbie hadn’t saved up anything — hadn’t had to, when Georgie had been paying for all their living expenses, and Robbie was just working at the coffee shop so he didn’t feel like he was sponging off him.

But no, the most alone is right now, still living in the same place as Matty, not that it’s been easy to tell, lately. If Robbie had thought Matty had been avoiding him before he put up the sign, well — he was, but it’s nothing on how hard he’s avoiding Robbie now. Robbie had thought Matty might be mad, but ‘fuck you, Bardi’ with a laugh mad. Maybe even ‘grow up, Bardi’ without a laugh, but that was really the worst case scenario.

At least, Robbie thought it was the worst case scenario. Turns out the worst case scenario is legitimately hurting Matty's feelings.

And sure, Robbie knew Matty was a bit touchy about the trouble he has finding a girlfriend — can’t even blame him for it. It doesn’t make any sense, because Matty’s kind and generous and a gentleman. Also tall as fuck, and apparently chicks dig that. Robbie’s not dissing them or anything — he also digs that — but for some reason none of it seems to do Matty any favors.

It wouldn’t be surprising if everyone assumed a guy that great couldn’t possibly be single, right? Fuck knows Robbie was surprised, the first time he heard that. And if that’s the problem, then a sign letting all the ladies know he’s available was the best possible thing Robbie could do for the guy, but you tell that to Matty’s firmly closed bedroom door.

And that’s when they’re even in the same place, because Matty is doing a truly incredible job avoiding him. When he’s home, his door’s shut, and Robbie’s not ‘barge into someone’s room’ level rude, at least not when they're already mad at him, and when he’s never sure what shift Matty worked, whether he’s hiding from Robbie or just getting some desperately needed sleep.

It’s not like Robbie can talk to him about it at work, either. Matty schedules Robbie's shifts, and shocker, none of those shifts overlap with his right now. Robbie should just consider himself lucky Matty is too good a guy to cut his hours because he’s mad. Well, that might hurt Robbie's ability to pay his portion of the rent, but he could definitely stick Robbie with the shit shifts. He hasn’t, though. If anything, he’s taking all the shit shifts himself just to avoid working with Robbie.

And sure, it’s not like Robbie doesn’t know where Matty is, couldn’t just waltz right in, pretend he forgot something, or lost something, or had a sudden irresistible craving for an Italian soda, but if Matty wants space, Robbie should respect that, right? Never mind that Matty would see right through his excuse, and just duck back into the manager's office until Robbie left.

It doesn’t help the whole loneliness thing that Robbie can’t complain about any of it to their co-workers, since they’ll all take Matty’s side. Which is honestly what Matty deserves. If Robbie wasn’t in the situation himself, he’d be on Matty’s side too. Frankly, he is on Matty’s side. Robbie’s side right now isn’t so much an actual side as hoping someone will tell him how to make Matty happy again. Whatever it is, he’ll do it. Matty talking to him again would be a bonus too, but, you know, it’s not about Robbie.

“For someone who keeps saying it’s not about you, you sure are talking about yourself a lot,” Sebastien says.

Robbie really didn’t think he’d ever see him again, between being Georgie’s teammate, and in love with his best friend, but since all his co-workers are out, and Francis is now out, and Matty is obviously very much out, Robbie needs somebody to talk to. Even if he’s rude. And French.

He’s offered to pay too, and who really knows how long Robbie’s still going to have a job or a home? Matty would never fire him over something personal, and he probably wouldn’t kick him out either, but that doesn’t mean Robbie should keep making them both miserable by sticking around.

“Have you tried apologizing?” Sebastien asks. “Or have you gone right past that to finding a new job and a new home?”

“Of course I’ve apologized!” Robbie says. “I say it through the door, and I spelled it out in fridge magnets, and—“

“Have you apologized to his face, though?” Sebastien asks.

“That would require Matty being willing to be in the same room as me,” Robbie says, taking a grumpy bite of burger. It's hard to stay grumpy while he chews, though. This burger is the best thing he's eaten in weeks. Seb has good taste in restaurants. It being free doesn't hurt at.

“This still seems like an excessive reaction from him, if all you did was use the same sign your coworkers used for you,” Seb says. "Are you sure you didn't do something else too?"

“I told you,” Robbie says. “Matty's sensitive.”

“Uh huh,” Seb says skeptically, then “hey!”, when Robbie steals a sweet potato fry for his lack of belief. What does he know? Nothing. He doesn’t know Matty. And Robbie shouldn’t exactly be taking advice from someone who was out dating while actively pining over his best friend.

The fries have suddenly become a lump in his throat. Some people might call it karma, but Robbie’s pretty sure it’s just a bolt of realization at the worst possible time.

Robbie swallows slowly. It hurts. That part's probably karma.

“So, uh,” Robbie says. “How’d you know? That you were, you know. How’d you know you were in love with Simon?”

“Simon,” Seb says, which is what Robbie said, but Frencher.

“Simon,” Robbie says.

“That’s not better,” Seb sighs, then says, “Have you ever had an experience when every past moment hits you, all at once, and suddenly you see they make a picture?”

“Um, yeah,” Robbie says, looking down at his plate. He’s still hungry, but he’s kind of afraid to take a bite, just in case he gets struck by another bolt and ends up choking on it. “Yeah, I think I know exactly what you mean."

[abiiors]

long drive 🧁 // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 4

a/n: seriously, there's less cheese in a quattro formaggi pizza. if you're an og, there's an easter egg in there for you 🤭 cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

five hours. that’s how long it’s been since matty has seen her smile. five hours that she’s gone without laughing at his jokes or giggling at memes on her phone or even smiling when someone complimented her on her dress. 

he doesn’t know what went wrong. she was fine when they woke up, happy and smiling when she got dressed for the day, excited to spend time with him in the studio. all they did was stop at their usual cafe for some coffee and donuts. and she has been moody ever since. 

and yes he’s worried. especially when he sees her stroking her rounded stomach and frowning. 

“darling,” matty approaches her cautiously. “something wrong? you look a bit upset.” he waits for a response. something, anything. but all he gets is a moody shrug. 

“do you feel sick? just moody? i–i know being pregnant isn’t easy but—”

“it’s nothing, matty,” she sighs deeply and goes back to her laptop doing whatever she was doing before. the frown doesn’t budge and so matty isn’t satisfied. 

“it’s not nothing,” he smooths a hand down her stomach, feeling tiny flutters of the baby’s movements. “you were fine this morning. you were fine till we stopped for coffee… i–have i said something? done something wrong?” 

he’s sure his frown matches hers now. the guilt creeps in at the thought of having said something that might have upset her. to his horror, her bottom lip starts wobbling. 

“no… no you haven’t,” she reassures quickly, voice thick with tears. “it’s stupid. it’s fine, i’ll get over it.”

“it’s not stupid.” matty moves closer, wiping some of the fallen tears away with his thumb. “come on. tell me what’s wrong.”

she sniffles again and shuts her laptop, setting it aside. matty watches her closely for any signs of discomfort or pain. for anything that might give him a clue.

“you know leah?” she asks unsurely.

“our barista?”

“mm-hmm,” she nods quickly. “well, she makes these amazing pumpkin cakes when autumn starts, and well… i have really been craving one all morning. since last night really…” 

she pauses to take a shaky breath, hiccuping slightly. matty is even more confused than before. 

“i was going to get a slice when we stopped for coffee. we haven’t been there in so long, i thought i’d say hi too…” 

matty nods patiently, letting her work through the story and get to the root of the problem. 

“leah’s moved away,” she sniffles. “they don’t make those pumpkin cakes anymore.”

for a moment he’s speechless, simply trying to process it and her eyes widen. 

“you think it’s stupid!” she wails, “it’s hormones, i can’t control them—”

“hey, hey, hey, no!” he scrambles to get closer to her, to wipe away more tears that threaten to spill. his mind works faster than it ever has trying to come with some solution to this problem, even if it’s stupid. 

“did they tell you where she went?”

she nods again, lip trembling once more and matty’s stomach sinks. please don’t let it be out of the country, he chants mentally over and over again, desperate for an answer. 

“i looked it up,” she sniffles, pointing to the laptop, “it’s an hour and a half away.”

to her, that’s an outrageous distance to travel for one slice of cake, to him it’s a fucking blessing. 

“i am the pregnant one,” she laughs through the tears just as they’re setting off fifteen minutes later. “i should be the one with insane ideas, not you!”

matty tuts in the driver’s seat, more focused on reversing the car safely (and yeah, okay, also doing the arm behind the seat thing that she loves so much). it’s only when he sees her smile that his heart stops hammering in his chest. once they’re safely on the road, his hand drifts to her stomach, rubbing lightly. 

“it’s my baby too,” he chastises playfully, “i get to spoil her however i want.”

next to him she shrugs. the movement makes the sun catch in her hair, reflecting the gorgeous hues. his heart thuds in his chest for an entirely different reason now—because he can’t stop stealing glances at her even when he’s busy driving. can’t stop looking at the way the reds and oranges outside compliment her outfit so well or how the october sun makes her eyes shine. 

as soon as they reach the new cafe, she’s out the door and running towards the entrance before he’s even found a parking spot. matty laughs to himself, shaking his head fondly. it takes him another minute but he follows her inside just in time to watch leah cooing over his wife’s belly. matty walks up to them, placing a hand on the small of her back and greets the barista with a nod. 

“we,” he gestures towards the wife and the bump, “missed your pumpkin cakes tremendously.” then he moves away giggling when she tries to smack him. “seriously,” he stage whispers, “it was dire, leah, there were tears.”

leah laughs shaking her head. “the fact that you drove almost two hours…”

she moves behind the counter again, finally taking out a slice and setting it on a plate. matty swears he can hear her gasp next to him. 

he looks at her again when he feels a tug on his jacket, about to panic when he sees her lip wobble slightly but she gives him a watery smile. 

“you’re the best,” she stands on her toes, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “thank you.”

he melts into her then, letting her give him a proper kiss that tastes just as sweet as the pumpkin cakes they’re about to have. and she indulges him, all the way until leah appears in front of them, two plates in hand. and matty is promptly forgotten in favour of the cake. 

he doesn’t mind though, he knows the two hours are nothing. for her, he’d probably go to the ends of the earth.

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[toomuchracket]

ice lollies (barista!matty x reader smut)

once again, summer75. he is so dirty in this lol. and dominant! enjoy <3

“i swear to fucking god, cookie, you make a fucking sound and you won't cum for a week. got it?”

you nod frantically, looking up at matty with the biggest doe eyes you can muster. he rolls his in response, spinning you away from him and roughly bending you over; you smile to yourself as you hear him undo his belt, bracing your arms on the wall of the building - as best you can, given that the brickwork is slippy with moss - and wincing when your boyfriend flips up your sundress and spanks you, hard. when you successfully stay silent, other than a sharp intake of breath when his hand makes contact, matty hums approvingly. “so you can behave,” he all but sneers, voice dripping with condescension. “wasn't so sure after your little stunt with the ice lolly in there, you know? sucking on it like that, looking at me like that, getting me all worked up while i'm just trying to do my fucking job. desperate little slut.”

the combination of the memory and degradation sends goosebumps skittering up your arms and slick into your underwear. while he pays no notice to the former, matty definitely notices the latter, pressing his fingers against the damp silk as if he's trying to fuck you through it and chuckling mirthlessly when you writhe silently in response. “turns you on when i call you a slut, doesn't it? well, you're in luck, cookie,” he yanks your panties down so quickly you wouldn't be surprised if your skin scraped. “because i'm going to fuck you like one, too.”

before you even have time to react, he's buried inside you to the hilt, giving you even less time to adjust before his hips begin to quickly snap into yours. the sound of skin hitting skin is obscene, filthiness heightened by the additional sounds of the main street mere metres away at the end of the alleyway. the two of you are hidden from view by a wooden bin store, and really nobody ever comes out here except matty on his smoke breaks, anyway, so the likelihood of getting caught in flagrante delicto like this is almost nonexistent, but just the thrill that you might if you're not careful is really, really hot. you wonder if matty feels the same - he's certainly fucking you a lot more enthusiastically than usual (which is really saying something), hands clutching your hips so hard that bruises are definitely inevitable, but that might just be because he's so pissed off at your actions in the coffee shop.

either way, you're getting what you wanted.

a particularly pointed thrust has your back arching, so much that you can actually see matty behind you. he groans at the sight of you, all half-closed eyes and quivering jaw, reaching a big hand around and wrapping it around your neck; next thing you know, you're standing almost straight, head against your boyfriend's shoulder as he continues to piston his hips into you. “can't believe you're getting off to this, getting fucked in an alley like a cheap whore,” he murmurs into your ear, voice low and sexy and going directly to your cunt. “fucking ruined you, haven't i, gorgeous? made you so needy for my cock you'll bend over for me in the street in broad daylight? good grief,” he tuts, the smirk on his face audible even in his onomatopoeic sounds. “s'a proper shame you're not going into work after this, you know? would've enjoyed sending you wobbling back into the office with your neck all marked and my cum dripping out of that pretty cunt of yours, cookie, would've really enjoyed it. s'pose i'll just have to do that another time, yeah?”

jesus fucking christ.

your breath comes out in shakes, partially from how just how brutally you're being fucked, but mostly from the dirty talk. rolling your head back even further onto matty's shoulder, you look up at him dazedly - he smirks, and only then do you register that your lips are silently forming the word “please” practically of their own accord. “oh, you want that too, cookie? wanna be my little cumslut?” he coos, two fingers sliding up your neck and hooking between your bitten-red lips, pulling your jaw down so he can spit in your open mouth and shove your chin to close it again; his eyes lock onto your throat, and he beams when he sees it swallow. “fuck, you're filthy. maybe i'll need to fill up all those pretty holes of yours before sending you into work, hmm? one after the other, until you can't move, can't talk, can't think without remembering me inside you. what do you think, gorgeous, you like the sound of that?”

you clench around him, vice-tight, and he huffs out a laugh. “yeah, course you fuckin do. getting off to the thought of it right now, aren't you?”

even if you were allowed to talk, that question would be rhetorical. matty knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly how to get you off, knows exactly what the signs of your orgasms are - laboured breaths, eyes fluttering closed, jaw dropping open, cunt tightening around him, manicured hands clutching at any part of his body you can reach. today, the choice for the latter is the back of his neck, your arm carelessly thrown behind you in search of him; it's a way to stay grounded through the intense pleasure you know is imminent, but also a means of keeping matty close while he fucks you towards that climax, and you can tell he's also getting close to the edge because he doesn't rip the piss out of you for actually doing that.

that, and the way his façade of complete control slips as he gets lost in pleasure, dirty talk switching out in favour of broken whines. “oh, fuck, i need you to cum for me, cookie,” he moans into your temple, hips beginning to fall out of rhythm but still keeping tempo. “need to feel that pretty cunt cum so i can fill it up like it deserves, yeah? come on, gorgeous, please.”

after everything, it's the plea that does it. you fall apart around him, literally falling forward onto your arms against the cold wall, panting as matty slams his hips into you for the final time as he cums; once he's done redecorating your insides, his forehead meets the nape of your neck, both of you panting and recovering together while london rages on in the background.

a minute or two (or five) later, you go to straighten up - matty helps you, big hand on your stomach guiding you, and you hum happily when he hugs you. “thank you, angel,” your voice is scratchy with underuse. “sorry i was a brat.”

matty laughs, tired. “apology accepted, cookie. was it as good as you hoped it would be?”

“so much better,” you bring his hand to your lips. “fucking roasting now, though. maybe i could have an ice lolly to cool me down?”

“oh, fuck off.”

[wreckedandpolemic]

because you will not leave my inbox alone about it... knifeplay <3

i take my #1 barista matty knifeplay advocate title very seriously tyvm 😌

it’s a hard limit for white and gold matty i fear. he’d be too scared of accidentally properly hurting you, plus he thinks scarring you would be uncouth (as if the two of you aren’t long past uncouth loool)

regret me matty, however, doesn’t know the meaning of the word hard limit. (he does i promise it’s all safe sane and consensual and all that he’s just a FREAK and you’ve yet to do anything to him that he didn’t enjoy.) so yeah he’s a proper slut for it, practically came in his pants when you ask if he wants to try it, let alone the sight of you actually holding a knife. pressing the flat of it to his throat while you kiss, lightly tracing the point of it over his tattoos… yummy. pops one when he realises you actually carry around a switchblade, begs you to threaten him with it, tell him you’ll cut him if he doesn’t get you off fast enough… god.

oh oh oh and later on when you’ve been on and off for years and matty’s dating someone so he doesn’t have to acknowledge that he wants you for more than sex… he comes to you in the middle of the night (neither of you have any problem being the other’s sidepiece unfortunately. chronic cheaters). you don’t want to examine why you were nauseated watching him pretend to be in love with a girl who clearly adores him, but something bitter and cruel overtakes you and you make him cry, biting and slapping and denying him for hours. all that to say, he leaves your place with your initials carved into his ass and no idea it’s anything more than an explainable scratch. the girl is crying in the tabloids that he cheated a week later, and you don’t speak for months. but you know he’ll be back. you two can’t stay away from each other for too long…

AHEM anyway. you and actress!au matty have dabbled. the look of pure, dazed lust on his face as he carved a little heart into your ass (with his cum still dripping out of your hole who said that)… unmatched. again, a production nightmare when you had to do a nude shot, like your manager had to have a stern conversation about not letting him maul you lmfao. he’s banned from visiting you on set now <3

[ughgoaway]

Playing on my mind blurb where the band is out walking or getting coffee and they run into y/n. She’s in her regular clothes (maybe even just sweats?), no makeup and super chill. After you and Matty are done catching up (he introduces you to everyone) and she leaves, the boys all sit down and just listen to Matty talk about you for the rest of the time:

“So…?’

“She seems very cool, matty”

“And pretty too right? Just absolutely gorgeous…”

“Sigh… yes matty she is very pretty”

(I'm so sorry this took me so long. I promise I'm trying to work through my asks <33)

Oh, this is a sweet concept… you would be so mortified this is how you're meeting his friends but also so fucking excited to meet his friends. I'm gonna alter this slightly and just have you meet George, i have different ideas for the other two boys…

I think it's probably early on a Sunday, and George and Matty crashed at the studio last night, falling asleep at the mixing desk before trudging to the sofas at 3 am. So once it hits 8 a.m., and they wake up, they are in desperate need of a coffee.

You had a slightly less fun or productive night, just staying up late catching up on the newest episodes of the great British bake-off (yes this is me projecting <3). You don't think you'll run into anyone so you're dressed pretty comfy, in jogging bottoms and an oversized jumper.

You nearly wore your newly purchased 1975 hoodie, but it was in the wash after you spilt tea on it last night. Thank GOD. yes, you were embarrassed about buying it, but your yearning for Matty had reached new heights. This was a way to cope with those feelings that wouldn't get you fired…

You order your coffee and are waiting to hear your name be called, and it is - but not by a barista. 

“y/n! Ohmygod, hi!” Matty says insinctively coming to hug you but catching himself at the last second and just waving awkwardly, with George standing behind him equally as awkward. 

“MATTY! Oh wow - hi!!” You say moving your hands to fix your hair and pull at your clothes self-consciously.

Holy fuck WHY was he here??? When you looked like this?? Sometimes you show up looking very cute, prepared to work in the coffee shop and live your fantasy of being that cool girl in a cafe.

But OF COURSE, the one time he shows up, you look like this. In a snoopy hoodie, no makeup and your massive glasses on. 

Matty is immediately enamoured by you, his brain going straight to domestic delusions. Seeing you dressed like that in his house whilst you're making tea, or when you are getting ready for a movie night.

He focuses on your freckles and your glasses, feeling his heart stutter at how beautiful you look when you're not even trying.

Matty thanked god George told him to fix his hair before he left. 

Speaking of George, he was still there, but he might as well not have been. You two were standing in silence, grinning and drooling over each other, and it's then when it clicks to George exactly who you are.

Matty had been talking about you for MONTHS.

“y/n wore a red dress today” 

“She waved goodbye to me this morning”

“I saw her at the Christmas disco and nearly gave her a drink”

“No, I don't like her!! Shut up, George. I'm not 15, I don't have crushes anymore”

Despite Matty's denial, he had heard all about you from Matty and from Adam, who watched you two interact recently and reported it back to George and Ross.

“he was basically drooling. Do you remember how he was with Julie Smith in year 10? Like that, but WORSE!”

“oh god, he's down bad huh”

George coughed lightly behind Matty, and suddenly he came back to life and introduced him, “Right! Yes! Sorry, y/n, this is George, my best friend and bandmate. George, this is Annie's teacher, y/n!”

You wave politely at George, and he waves back, cheekily saying, “Ah yes, y/n! I've heard SO MUCH about you” which earns him an elbow in the stomach from Matty.

You obsess over him saying this FOR MONTHSSSS. “But what did he mean??? So much?? From Matty or Annie??? Or adam?? Probably not from Matty… BUT WHAT IF IT WAS??" (your cat does not respond to this rant sadly)

Soon after, your name is called, and you couldn't run away quicker, internally dying at Matty seeing you like this. Matty and George sit down, and Matty is staring out the window, looking in the direction you walked off in wistfully and sighing. 

George taps his nails against the cup to bring Matty back and is just about to start talking about the track they were working on but Matty starts talking before he can. 

“So…?” Matty says with a lovesick look in his eyes.

George briefly considers not humouring Matty and ignoring what he said, but he plays along anyway, “Yeah she seems really cool Matty, just like you described.” 

“I don't talk about her that much! … but yeah, she is really cool. And pretty too, right? Just absolutely gorgeous. But not in a weird way or an ‘I like her’ way just… objectively” he says unsurely, as if he is trying to convince himself as well as George.

With a heavy sigh, knowing no work will get done today, George agrees with Matty “Yes Matty she is very pretty.”

A few seconds of silence pass, and George can't help himself,

“You totally like her though”

“GEORGE NO I DON'T. LISTEN OKAY JUST BECAUSE-”

blurb masterlist

[lilisouless]

But soc modern comedy-drama series (more leaning towards comedy) like a mash of friends and gilmore girls

-they are all college students, started by fighting over the last available apartment and ended up agreeing to share until they get more money. They are roommates, take breakfast together and help covering each other’s messes (except Kaz because no one ever know what’s going on with him

-Nina Zenik is majoring on foreign languages, she wants to prove her older cousin Zoya that she can take care for herself and that she is ready to travel around the world. Zoya has taught Nina that a full complete woman doesn’t need anyone else, only herself, but what if Nina begins to feel she does need this people on her life? Like this girl she connects instantly or this man that should not be her type but…it’s complicated

-Deep into the season she comes back fuming after finding out her “one woman show who needs no one ” cousin Zoya has entered on a freaking eight people polycule

-Matthias Helvar is the adopted son of the leader of a very strict religious group. He studies veterinary medicine and back home he is pretty much engaged to his adopted “sister” so he could have a proper and traditional marriage and he wants this until this loud and shameless girl comes around and makes him question so many things

-spoiler alert: Matty’s fiancee once comes to visit and ends up very charmed by Nina as well, also may not be a “she” after all

-Kaz Brekker, majoring on economy in order to take revenge on the man that ruined his life. But details are only revealed on small bits (think Phoebe Buffay from friends) and he seems unfazed by how horrible it seems to everyone else, he gets little screentime since most of his humor comes from doing things like coming at the department covered in blood or hinting that he may have hidden bodies in his secret basement or making snarky comments at everyone’s expense (think April from Parks and rec) the most current joke is that no one knows if he and Inej are dating or not.

-Inej is the first person of her circus family to go to a professional school. She is training to become a gymnast and she thinks there are a lot of pressure on her (couldn’t be farther from the truth, her parents want nothing but her happiness) the trainer assigned to her is a horrible tyrant. Miss Heleen goes from condescending the first days , rude and overbearing later and eventually Inej gets the feeling that Heleen is trying to sabotage her. But she doesn’t say anything because a Ghafa never gives up, they endure everything so she pretends to be happy when calling her parents and her friends see her as the reliant one, the voice of reason who gives the best advice so she won’t trouble them with her problems. The only one available to listen is Kaz when they go to the roof every fruday sunset, she just talks while Kaz does stuff like cleaning blood from knives or putting pins on a voodoo Pekka Rollins doll.

-Jesper used to study law but he dropped and started working as both a barista and a bartender at night to pay his debts . He had a bad fight with his dad because he doesn’t see himself as fit for the college life (aka, quits because he thinks he would fail anyway) , he never talks about this with anyone until Wylan accidentally overhears a phone conversation with his dad. They have to take the bus together, Wylan took a job on the same bar,share the same room where they take turns on whi gets the bed until they stop taking turns. After they start to get along better Wylan tries subtly to push Jesper into trying to get back to school and get a diagnosis because he may have adhd

-Wylan is a chemistry student , Jesper at first saw him as a privileged rich kid who is taking space in the room from someone that may actually need it and can’t afford something else until he learns that his father cut him out completely. He took chemistry on the hopes of getting his dad’s approval back since he may see how good he is at it. By the end of the season, Jesper and him enroll on art school where Wylan takes music and Jesper tries his luck on theater, which he turns out to be quite good

[thecynthh]

Gift — M.S.

synopsis • matt gives y/n a present since she passed her exams for the term

warnings • cotton candy fluff, my shit writing

notes • college setting, f!partner, matt n u r dating

author chats • this is my first ever fic !! please give feedback i need validation

also i’ll write a pt 2 with smut in it if yalls like this one 🤗

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i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

not because he owns me, but because he really knows me

Y/N’s POV

heavy tension finally clears from my shoulders as i take a step out of the thick classroom door. my feet automatically start my treck to a local coffee shop near my building. barely taking a few steps out the door my phone begins to buzz with excitement.

matty b❣️

the nickname flashes on my screen as i pull out my cell phone from the back pocket of my cargo pants. clicking the screen immediately after processing who it was.

“hello?” i say whipping my phone up to my ear.

“hey pretty girl” matt replies to my initial greeting. “so tell me, how’d it go?”

“personally i think it went phenomenal and to make it even better i KNOW it was super amazing” i explain absolutely thrilled by my amazing scores

unlike matt going through school was a necessity. i needed to succeed and i’m glad i had as great as a support that matt has been for the past year. my dream was so close all thanks to him, if he didn’t pull me out of that anxiety slump and put me back to work so soon i would’ve failed this exam.

i soon make it to coffee shop after asking matt how his day went and then getting greeted by the same barista whose been working there since i started at Eastwood.

“by the way i just made it to the cafe, im just going to pick up my coffee then i can head to your place to hang out” i tell my phone. the barista asks if my usual is good in a hushed voice seeing my phone up to my ear. i nod to him while walking over to the pick up side of the counter.

“actuallllyyy you can go straight to your apartment, i have a surprise for you” matt says showing excitement for what he got for me.

“matt, you can’t do this to me, im gunna cry” i reply with a fake teary voice.

a small chuckle echos through my ear. “you deserve it princess, all of it.”

“okay i’ll be home soon, i won’t make you wait much longer, love ya.” i snatch my drink and take a peak outside, snow fell from the coveted sky. matt would love how pretty this weather is.

Matt’s POV

“i love you too-“ that was all i could squeeze in before she hung up on me.

right now i just made it into y/n’s apartment waiting on her to get home, i bought a bouquet of red roses, which were here favourite, and i saw the prettiest necklace and i knew i had to get it for her.

it was held in a small velvet box waiting for its owner to claim it. opening it caused a small showcase light to illuminate the silver “m” that was a matching silver chain.

i thought about her when i saw it on the small mannequin. the only thing that played through my mind while i purchased it was that one taylor swift song she loves. i know swift isn’t really my vibe but she won a bet and got the aux for the car ride, it was catchy but i’ll never admit to liking taylor swift.

soon after fixing the bouquet i hear the lock on the door click and unlock. i hold up the flowers standing near the door with the necklaces box burning a hole through my jean pocket.

the door swings open revealing my girlfriend. my lovely girlfriend. her eyes lit up with glee as she looks at the bouquet in my hands.

Y/N’s POV

all i see is matt with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands and sweet smile drawn on his face.

i yank the large amount of red roses from his hands placing them down carefully on the coffee table near us and dive into his arms.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” i blurt out between each peck on his face. matts face lightly covered in a deep red lipstick he still just stands there waiting for me to done.

“of course princess, im really proud of you for finishing that exam.” he says to me pulling me in even closer.

“but to make it even better….” he trails off while sneaking is hand into his jean pocket. out comes a small jewelry box, he opens it presenting a necklace with his initial on it.

“i remember that song you like a lot, i don’t remember it all too well but i knew it meant a lot to you so-“

“i love so fucking much matty. you have no idea” i rest my forehead against his and slowly connect our lips.

he returns the kiss slowly with his hand snaking around the small of my back tugging me a little closer.

i’ve never wanted to be anywhere else in that moment.

[didyoulookforme]

girl you could be living my barista! Matty dream on real life. gooooo (shout out to mads for permanently giving me brain rott with that au)

i love you, dear anon. you're too sweet :)

and you best believe i thought of barista!Matty as soon as i started having a crush on platonic matcha barista over here lol

thank youuuuuu, mads, for bringing our love of beautiful boys and caffeinated drinks together <333

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the blue - part four

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✯ summary: mattie goes out for drinks with the boys. danny and mattie get to know each other a lil better ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: light swearing, alcohol consumption, danny and mattie being sickeningly cute ✯

✯ now playing: vienna - billy joel ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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Feb 2021

It had been around six weeks since Mattie had met Daniel. Although it certainly hadn’t been the last time she had thought about him. Far from it in fact. 

She caught herself thinking about the Australian every time she found herself in the cafe across from her flat, buying her usual iced oat milk latte and blueberry muffin. 

It was on the Monday morning after their introduction that she had found out from one of the baristas that a tall, charming Australian man had come into the cafe early Saturday morning and had awkwardly asked the staff if they knew what the “pretty girl called Mattie who lived across the street’s favourite muffin was”. 

She found herself thinking about him most evenings as she curled up on the sofa. Subconsciously she would inhale the intoxicating scent now attached to her blanket and she would be reminded of those glowing brown eyes and gleaming smile. 

It didn’t help that her roommate appeared to have developed a bromance with her new found crush. Just when she had managed to shake the thought of Daniel Ricciardo from her mind, Adam would be there to bring him up again and again. 

“Did you know Danny has a clothing line? He said he’d send me some of the new stuff from before it drops” 

“Look at this meme Danny just sent me, you’re gonna die, it’s so funny!” 

“I think Danny is going to smash it this year. I’ve got such a good feeling about it” 

Adam had even taken to joining Daniel during his work out sessions with his coach and long time friend Michael. 

She simply could not shake Daniel Ricciardo from her brain. 

It was made even worse when she had woken up one morning and saw the notification  danielricciardo has requested to follow you on Instagram. She had stared at her phone for a good while before her hands finally started working again and she was able to navigate her way to the app in question. She had nervously debated what to do for a few minutes before concluding it would be weirder if she didn’t accept the request. 

Wouldn’t it? 

Either way, she now found herself reeling at the knowledge that the most gorgeous man she had ever seen had taken the time to request to follow her on Instagram. She knew in the deepest parts of her brain that she was over romanticising the action. A habit she found herself doing a lot. Adam would blame it on the hundreds of Romance novels she had read over the years. 

She decided to squash her over-active imagination by reminding herself that Daniel had probably only followed her due to his budding friendship with Adam. Although, he did only follow 398 other people. He had millions of followers. Endless possibilities of people he could follow, and he chose for her to be one of them. It shouldn’t have made her feel as special as it did. 

It was lunchtime on a Saturday in February that the opportunity to see Daniel again in person arose. 

“I’m going out with Danny and Lando later, just a few drinks down the pub if you wanna join?” Adam’s first plea had come early that Saturday afternoon. She had told him she’d think about it, but not to get his hopes up. He knew the score, she wasn’t one for going out and partying. She found comfort in a quiet night at home, curled up on the sofa, a vinyl spinning and a good book in her hands. 

It was around 6PM when his attempts continued. 

“Please come Mattiea! It’ll be one of the last times we get the chance to go out properly before the season starts and you know how much I miss you when I’m gone! It won’t be a crazy one, just a few pints down the pub and then home and in bed by 11PM. I promise!” 

Adam knew her weak spots. He knew she wouldn’t be able to turn him down once he mentioned the fact he’d be leaving again soon. He also knew she couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. She never could, even when they were kids. It was how he had convinced her to go joy riding in his dad’s car around the old abandoned airfield when they were 16. But that was a story for another day. 

She weighed up her options. She could go out with them for a few drinks. She would make sure she didn’t stay for too long and would only have 1 or 2. She didn’t want to allow any opportunity for further embarrassment or for her crush to develop even stronger. The latter she feared would be inevitable with any time she spent in the presence of Daniel Ricciardo. 

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Mattie pulled nervously at the skirt covering her legs. She had spent hours agonising over an outfit and had finally settled on something comfortable, but cute. A forest green corduroy skirt, black long sleeve, oversized leather jacket, dark tights and her favourite Doc Marten Sinclair platform boots. 

She had checked hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before she had concluded she felt confident enough. 

Yet, here she found herself following her best friend into the pub growing more and more anxious with each step she took. She had reasoned with herself that she had nothing to be anxious about, but she could not calm the nerves seeping into her bones. 

Adam, ever the empath, sensed his best friend's anxiety the minute they had left the flat. As the pair walked further into the pub towards the bar, he placed a comforting hand on the small of her back. Casually letting the smaller girl know he was there and she didn’t need to worry. 

“A pint of Neck Oil and a double gin and tonic please” Adam said to the man behind the bar. Mattie inwardly sighed in relief. Adam was a life saver. She wasn’t sure yet that she had remembered how to speak properly. She realised she would have to figure it out sooner rather than later as her eyes found Lando’s across the bar, his hand frantically waving back and forth beckoning the two of them over. 

She could see the back of Daniel’s head. His brown curly locks tousled to perfection. How did the back of his head look cute? Ugh. She hated this. Stupid feelings. 

Mattie grabbed her drink and thanked the bartender. She turned and followed Adam as he  walked through the crowded bar, easily paving a path for them to the corner where Danny and Lando sat opposite each other in a booth. 

“Adamskiiiiiiiii” Lando called affectionately towards his friend moving over to allow the male to sit down beside him. “And Matilda! I haven’t seen you in ages! I’m so glad you came!” 

Matilda felt the smile creep onto her face. She loved Lando. He was three years her junior and a thousand percent her unofficial adopted younger brother. They found a friendship during lockdowns playing various games together online with Adam. The younger male found her lack of skill, but determination to do well endearing and admirable. He also liked that she was as easy to make blush as he was to make laugh. It helped that he thought she was pretty fit as well. 

“Hey Lando” Mattie spoke softly, smiling at the younger boy. Her eyes nervously looked down at the empty space beside Daniel as she found herself moving to sit down next to him. 

“Howdy” Daniel spoke out to the table with a grin, greeting the pair as they got themselves settled. Matilda turned her eyes to look at his face for the first time since she arrived. 

“Hi Daniel” Mattie said, her voice shaking slightly. Fuck. She hoped he didn’t notice how nervous she was. Her hand reached out for her drink, gulping down a couple mouthfuls through the straw, careful not to smudge her lip stain. 

“Daniel? Ooft. Please call me Danny. Daniel makes it sound like we’re not friends, and if we aren’t friends, well that would break my heart” the Aussie joked. His arm moving to nudge the girl next to him.  

“Oh, we’re friends?” Mattie said, her eyes looking carefully to the man next to her. 

“We’re definitely friends. I don’t buy baked goods for people who aren’t my friends.” 

Mattie felt her cheeks heat up as her smile widened. She looked across the table to see if the boys had been listening in to their conversation. They weren’t. The pair had already launched into a detailed conversation about a round of golf they had planned and the latest video game release they were excited for. 

“I meant to thank you for that. It was really sweet of you. You didn’t have anything to apologise for, it was that idiot that woke me up” Mattie said as she pointed a finger towards her best friend sitting across from her. 

Sensing he was being spoken about, Adam's eyes looked across the table to his friend. His eyes narrowed. “You said you forgave me! It was weeks ago now! I bought you sushi to apologise! What more do you want from me?” 

Lando laughed at the excuses coming from the man sitting next to him. He looked towards his fellow driver and noticed the heart eyes the Aussie had for the girl he was sitting next to. He didn’t blame Danny. Mattie was a stunner. 

“Right, before you land yourself in shit mate, let’s go play a game of pool” Lando spoke as he nudged his friend, urging him to slide out of the booth next to him. 

Adam’s eyes immediately found Mattie’s, silently asking for her approval to leave her alone with Danny. Mattie nodded her head quickly. Her heart deciding before her brain that some time alone with the older man sitting next to her wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. 

Adam and Lando stood up and headed over to the pool table a few feet away from the booth. Mattie watched as Adam walked over to the bar, ordering the group another round of drinks. 

With newfound courage Mattie stood up from her seat next to Danny and moved to the other side of the booth. She sat down opposite him and smiled taking a sip of the new drink that had been placed in front of her by Adam. 

“Seeing as we’ve established we’re friends now, we should probably get to know each other a bit better, don’t ya think?” Danny spoke towards the girl in front of him. He took the opportunity now that she was in front of him to properly admire her. 

He really didn’t think he had ever seen someone so effortless before. 

“Do you want to play twenty questions?” Mattie offered, her voice less shaky as it had been previously. The alcohol gave her the liquid confidence she felt she needed so desperately. 

“Absolutely! Nothing dirty though, the last thing I need is you spilling all my secrets to the press!” the Aussie quipped with a grin. He knew she wouldn’t do that. She didn’t seem the type. Her eyes were too kind. Her smile too soft. 

“Let’s start easy. What’s your favourite food?”

“You’re right, you are starting easy. I’ll go with pizza. Can’t beat it, and it’s good everywhere in the world” Danny explained, “You next, what’s your favourite food? You can’t say blueberry muffins. That doesn’t count, it’s not a meal.” 

��Hey! That’s not fair!” Mattie dramatically frowned. Blueberry muffins were her favourite food, and she definitely had substituted them for a meal more times then she would care to admit. She imagined Danny’s diet was far stricter and far more regular than hers.

She thought for a minute before answering “ok fine, my favourite meal is probably pasta, but like fresh pasta from a proper Italian restaurant. There’s one near our flat that delivers. It’s a bit pricey but it’s so worth it. Adam and I always get it on special occasions.” 

“Ok, ok, good choice. A woman after my own heart. I can get on board with that. I grew up on Italian food, my parents didn’t want me to forget my Italian heritage despite growing up in Australia” Danny explained. 

“My turn to ask a question! This one means a lot to me, but I wouldn't bother asking it back to me cus I don’t think I can answer it. What’s your favourite song?” Danny asked curiously. 

“I think anyone who knows me would expect me to say anything by Taylor Swift. She’s my hero. But the real answer is a bit more classic if I’m totally honest. My favourite song of all time is Vienna by Billy Joel. I have the lyrics tattooed on my arm” Mattie answered quickly, her eyes filling with joy as she pulled the sleeve of her shirt up to show Danny the ink on her arm. 

Danny looked down to the arm now extended towards him with the words delicately etched into the skin on the girl's forearm ‘Vienna waits for you’.

He grinned as his eyes looked back up to find hers. She smiled back at him, pulling down her sleeve and placing her hands back in her lap. 

A beat of silence passed between the pair. 

Mattie’s brain immediately kicked into overdrive. Had she said too much? Why did she just thrust her arm at the man in front of her? He didn’t care that much what her favourite song was. She didn’t need to prove it to him by showing him the tattoo she had gotten as soon as she had turned 18. 

Danny noticed the look of panic etching onto the girl’s face. He regretted not answering sooner. For one of the few times in his life he had found himself searching for words. 

He found Mattie absolutely fascinating. How many girls in their twenties had Billy Joel lyrics tattooed on their body? And how many of them would be displaying it so proudly without a care in the world? But in the same breath, she seemed so nervous after the fact. Almost as if she’d shown a piece of herself to him and she was scared she’d shared too much. 

He concluded in that moment that she could never share too much with him. He would take whatever she offered him. 

“That’s really cool, like super fucking cool in fact. You didn’t strike me as a girl with ink. I’m glad you are though. Super cool. And excellent song choice as well, definitely a classic.” Danny spoke, trying to reassure the brunette that she had nothing to worry about. 

Mattie sighed with relief. He didn’t think she was a weirdo. And if he did, he was being awfully kind about it. 

“Thanks. Not a lot of people would agree. Or only know who Billy Joel is because of Uptown Girl and think that’s the lyrics I chose to get tattooed on my body for the rest of my life” Mattie spoke “you said you wouldn’t be able to answer the question, so I’ll change it slightly, what’s your favourite song at the moment?” 

“Fair, I can answer that. I’ve been listening to a lot of Zach Bryan, he’s a country artist, you might not be into that, but yeah he’s awesome, he’s got a song called The Good I’ll Do and that’s definitely been on repeat for me recently” Danny answered easily. 

“Oh yeah I noticed that, you’re into the whole cowboy thing aren’t you?” Mattie replied, taking a sip from the drink in front of her. She could feel the swirl of alcohol running through her veins as her eyes moved to look up at the man in front of her. 

“Urm Mattie… have you been stalking my Instagram?” Danny joked bringing a hand up to his mouth to feign shock. He watched as the girl's face started to turn red as she shook her head. 

“No, well not really, it’s just that I’ve followed you on Insta for a while, and I’ve seen you post about it before. I’m not a creep, I promise I just-” the girl rambled, embarrassment filling her body as she attempted to explain herself. 

“Woah, woah, I’m joking sweetheart. Honestly I think it’s flattering that you even bothered to remember that about me.” Danny spoke softly to the girl. Cursing himself internally for making her think she had embarrassed herself. He was the one that should be embarrassed. What a shit joke. 

“Oh ok, cool, as long as you don’t think I’m a creep or something” Mattie offered, shrugging her shoulders in a desperate attempt to save the conversation. 

“Far from it. I pinky promise” the man said as he extended his hand out towards her, his pinky finger extended. His eyes met hers as he urged her to join him. 

Without thinking much about it Mattie raised her hand to meet the one in front of her, her pinky finger linking with his and their hands moving up and down.

“Right, who wants another drink then?” the pair heard as they pulled their hands away from each other.

Mattie looked up and saw that Lando and Adam were now standing next to the booth. She immediately noticed the questioning eyes of her best friend, who she feared had definitely seen the interaction between herself and Daniel that had occurred seconds before their arrival. 

“Only if you’re paying” Danny exclaimed pointing at his team mate. 

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✯ authors note: part four!!! this is such a long chapter so if you made it this far, congrats!!! danny and mattie are so cute it actually hurts my heart ✯