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god-has-entered-my-body · 5 months

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Lena!! ❤️❤️❤️

I finally thought of a request for my fav MPIND Matty 🤭

Maybe something with girlie using a toy on him? Maybe a vibrator? Overstimulation perhaps?

-Sugar-coat-it <3 <3 <3

@sugar-coat-it This was supposed to just be a short blurb but i got way too carried away xx. hope u like it!!

Rush! - Matty Healy

A/N: This was so fun to write!! MPIND Matty lives in a special corner of my heart i think i might never stop writing for him. @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff tysm for being my (half decent) beta reader and making sure this isn't totally shit. Enjoy!! (edit: this is non-canon, so it doesnt have anything to do with the plot of MPIND or its sequel, Before you go)

wc: 9k

content warnings: filthy, semi public?, but also not really, overstimulation, teasing, begging, dom! reader, most of the time, matty is a cocky piece of shite but we love him, grinding, bondage, marking, use of sex toys, specifically a vibrator, what else hmmm, both of them are high, so dubcon?, still in their right mind though, wow the content warnings are long

Everything reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor, hints of Jimmy Choo’s ‘illicit’ lingering in the air around Matty. You scrunched up your nose at the scent, Matty obviously having doused himself in it while you were in the bathroom, straightening your hair. Soft music played in the background, Matty using his turn on the Ipod to put on some ambient stuff George had made (yup, George was a music producer now for some reason? Quarter life crisis vibes.)

Adam was on his way, his little red Kia primed and ready for a good smoke sesh in some parking lot somewhere. It was nearly winter, which meant going outside was hardly an option considering neither you or Matty actually owned anything resembling warm clothing.

“I'm not letting you wear my coat again. Remember what happened last time?” he says when he sees your ‘finished’ outfit; a pair of jeans and a sage green long sleeve top, adorned with white and beige rhinestones. How dare he even mention that day, the state you entered the house was completely his fault.

“That only happened because you booked it down the fucking street and left me there!” It was true. The two of you had been sharing his massive coat, both of your bodies easily fitting into it, up until he decided the last four blocks home were to be a sprint, and took his jacket with him.

“Touché.” he grins as you shake your head at him. Fuck him, honestly. You tell him as much, his only reaction being a simple shrug of his shoulders, and his attention was back on his reflection in the mirror, carefully applying glittery purple liner to his eyelids, giving him a sort of emo-fairy look. Ross’d take the piss out of both of you, all dressed up to go smoke in a car on a wednesday evening, but you knew Matty already had some sort of comeback prepared, about how at least he groomed himself, and wasn't desperate to be a ‘proper’ lad (cue Ross chucking the nearest object he could pick up in Matty’s direction).

Impatient as ever, you sigh loudly, trying to get Matty to stop hogging the shared vanity. You could always just go back into the bathroom, but his lightbulb was truly shit, and besides, most of the stuff he was using was yours anyway.

Finally, you give up on trying to keep the piece, and promptly shove him off the chair

“Stop doing yourself up and move-” he doesn't budge, hanging on to the edge of the desk for dear life, refusing to let you finish getting ready.

“Violence is never the answer- Fuck off, christs sake, fine!” he whines like a child, getting up and throwing himself on the bed, and you cringe as it creaks loudly beneath him.

“You love it when I hurt you, shut up.” you tease, watching the look in his eye dramatically change. “Not like this!” he shoots back, flipping you off before grabbing his Ipod, switching to something more punk, heavy drums and guitar filling the space.

“Touché.” you repeat his own words back to him, and he rolls his eyes, sitting up. Taking the same brush, also using the same color, you frame your eyes with purple eyeshadow, trying your hand at a smokey eye. The two of you were matching more often than not, with Hann’s comments on it slowly getting on your nerves

“You both look the fucking same, its like you’re clones.” he’d overexaggerate, just to get a reaction out of a easily riled up Matty.

“D’you reckon Ross’ll have the good stuff this time? I can't deal with Hann’s bickering otherwise.”

You shrug your shoulders, looking at Matty from the corner of your eye. Maybe Adam’s comment rang somewhat true, seeing as Matty was wearing the exact same color scheme you were. Green Jersey top, definitely stolen from George, paired with blue, seventies style jeans, white and red trainers peeking out from beneath the too-long pants.

“I dunno, but we could go to the shop if it's shit, maybe get some wine?” you suggest. It was always 50/50 with Ross, and bad weed always fucked Matty off to no end, making him unbearable. Almost finished, you look around for your mascara, hands rifling through the piles of makeup littering the desk.

“Where’ve you put the mascara?” you ask, slowly getting annoyed.

“Left.” he answered curtly, engrossed in the newest edition of vogue. Sure enough there it was, bots of product caked around the cap. Coating your eyelashes with it, you hear Matty stand up and walk over to you. Setting spray topped off your look, and you run your fingers through your hair, smoothing it out.

Matty isn't particularly strong, but then again, neither are you, so the strong hand around your wrist was useless to fight against, and you let him pull you up. Face to face with Matty, you quirk an eyebrow at him. What was he playing at?

“You look absolutely gorgeous, darling.” you blush at the compliment, quietly telling him to fuck off, smiling as you see him grin at you. His brown eyes rake over your body, giving you a slow once-over, savoring the sight in front of him.

“Stop looking at me like that-” he cuts you off with a tug of your hair, smashing his lips against you. Surprised, it takes you a solid few seconds to properly kiss him back, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the kiss. His tongue immediately shoved past your lips, licking into your lips with fervor, drinking in every small gasp for air.

“Taste like sugar as well, so sweet.” He pulls you back in, deliberately not giving you an opportunity to answer. You feel his hands wander, trailing down your back and under your shirt, caressing your bare torso. His fingers toy at the band of your bra, teasing the clasps. Refusing to let you go, he presses your body flush against his, and you can sense every inch of him on your skin, like electricity, the smell of him travels up your spine, intoxicating.

The buzz of your phone snaps you back into reality. The guys, your plans. It takes every ounce of self control in your body to press your hand to his chest, effectively separating the two of you. Matty looks at you with a hurt expression, hands quick to cup your face, desperate to taste you again. Shaking your head, your voice is slightly as you tell him that the others are already outside.

“I haven't seen George in like three weeks. You're not the only person in the world, you know.” George was up to his eyeballs in Uni coursework (yes, Uni), and hasn't been able to hang out since forever, making you really miss him.

“I could make you feel like i'm the only person in the world, have all your attention on me.” he says with a wink, tracing your collarbones over your shirt. Matty was a hard person to say no to, with the way he peered down from above you, eyes wide, silently begging you to just stay.

“No.” you say firmly, grabbing your bag from the chair you were previously sitting on and slinging it over your shoulder. Instinctively, Matty takes it from you, holding it out of reach.

“Can't have you carrying your own bags, what would people think?” he teases, pushing past you and out the door, his footsteps heavy on the carpeted stairs. You follow him, heartbeat finally starting to slow. Already at the front door, Matty waits for you to tug your boots on, leaning against the coat rack as you did.

“What the fuck was that about, anyway?” The way he kissed you was passionate, hot, and definitely not something you just do on a whim. He tries to play innocent, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders.

“Nothing, just wanted a peck.” he answered, running his fingers through his slightly damp hair, still not fully dry from the shower he had taken a few hours prior. You scoff, looking at him in a ‘are you serious?’ type way.

“You fucking jumped on me, don’t be a such a dickhead.” you feel around for your cigarettes and light, smiling fondly as you realize it's the one Matty had gifted to you. “What was your end goal? You know we’re about to meet with the others!”

“I’m sorry for kissing my girl, jesus,” he exhales sharply, hand reaching for the doorknob, a loud honk sounding from the other side. Swinging the door open, Hann looks truly fucked off as the two of you walk down the driveway and climb into the car. Now usually, you would sit in the middle, between George and Matty, letting you comfortably lean forward to talk to Ross and Adam in the front, but it seems as though Matty had other plans.

Shoving past you, he settled into the middle seat, setting your bag on the floor next to your leather clad feet. George looks over, slightly confused at the new seating arrangement, but accepts it, going back to rolling the first spliff. The car starts, sputtering before actually turning on, Hann letting out a sigh of relief. There had been multiple occasions where his ‘precious baby’, as he called her, refused to start, leaving all of you stranded until Ross somehow managed to find the problem and fix it.

“See, this is what I mean,” Hann gestures to you and Matty, facing primarily Ross “They look like fucking clones of each other, its weird.” Matty reaches past the headrest and tries to smack him, causing the car to sway slightly as his hands leave the steering wheel.

“I’m trying to drive, fucks sake.” Hann mutters, pissed off now that Matty had almost made him crash the car. You set a firm hand on the dark haired boy's shoulder, lightly pulling him back into his seat. His legs are firmly pressed up against you now, and you feel a familiar tingling sensation blossom under your skin.

“Try to go steady, ‘m almost done.” George has this legendary talent of being able to roll the perfect spliff in even the most impractical situations, making him a god in Hann’s eyes. The car slows down slightly, and you see George lick the spliff closed, admiring his work. Matty immediately snatches it out of his hands, grinning from ear to ear as he sniffs at it, the smell filling his senses.

“God, you’re so fucking weird, mate.” Ross grimaces as he eyes Matty, watching him try to evenly light the spliff, failing miserably. Both you and Ross couldn't stand the earthy, stuffy smell of weed, constantly begging Hann to roll down the windows whenever someone decided to smoke in the car. Matty, however, had some sort of hash-fetish, and absolutely loved the smell of it, hotboxes being his favorite activity ever. He thought it heightened the experience, which was a load of shite, but he believed in nonetheless.

You were almost there, the Mcdonald’s parking lot being your end destination. Taking the scenic route, the five of you passed the spliff around, partially skipping Adam so as to not get him completely off his tits while he was driving. Matty agreed to rolling down the windows, seeing how nauseous Ross looked, with you not being far behind. Wind raked through your hair as you leaned your head onto the edge of the car.

Feeling at ease, peaceful and very, very high, you don't even notice Matty’s hand trailing up your thigh. He was just like that, touchy and overly affectionate with everyone, not just you, though, the type of affection did differ slightly. Scratching your skin lightly, you feel his fingers claw at the thin material of your jeans, grabbing hold of your panties through them. Your eyes snap up to meet his, and he pulls suddenly, letting go of the elastic. It hits your skin with a muffled smack, and you jump, noticing Ross’ eyes on you, peering over his shoulder.

Slightly disoriented, you don't even register Matty wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, pulling you in for a hot, definitely too passionate kiss. Yelping in surprise, you sigh, almost inaudibly, into the kiss, letting him take control for a few seconds. George groans as he spots the two of you, dramatically shielding his eyes.

Realsing where you actually were, you pull away, shooting Matty a look that can only be described as ‘what the actual fuck was that?’. His skin is flushed, matching the color of his droopy eyes. Hann doesn't seem to have noticed Matty’s little PDA stunt in the back seat, blissfully unaware of the reason Ross was grimacing right now.

“I'd rather not see you snog, thanks.” Ross spits out, making a fake gagging motion as his eyes meet George’s, equally as unsettled as he was. Adam hadn’t seen the two of you, but the mental image was enough to make him join the other two in their disgust.

“What, you jealous mate? You can ask to join, it's no problem.” Ross laughs sarcastically, taking the spliff out of George's hands, taking a deep drag. He could sense Matty wasn't finished yet.

“You’d have to shave first, can't have you shedding all over my girl.” You still weren't used to him actually calling you that. It felt off, especially with your three other best mates staring at the two of you, silently wishing Matty would just shut the fuck up, for once. He was killing the soft, chilled out atmosphere with his incessant loud babbling, making George roll his eyes until you were sure they were going to get stuck there.

Ignoring the various groans of protest, he pulls you back in, basically climbing on top of you now. You giggle, partially because of the distinct floaty feeling clouding your mind, and partially because of Matty’s complete lack of shame, making him snog your face off just to rile up his mates, not really knowing how much it affected you. You pretend to be annoyed, shoving him off of you, wiping your mouth to really drive home the point.

“For the love of god, Matty, stop humping her, she's probably sick of you by now.” Hann says, making sympathetic eye contact with you in the mirror. He knew how you felt about the kissing in front of the rest of the group, not wanting to alienate them from you and Matty’s dynamic. The whole thing was a complicated mess.

His hand is still on your thigh as you squirm around a bit, you manage to gather your thoughts and speak for yourself.

“I quite am, fuck off, Matthew.” he tenses.

Now, to anyone else, you sound completely normal, if maybe a bit fucked off. Purposefully putting distance between you two, Ross reaches back and hands you the almost done spliff, and you inhale lightly, finishing it off. Matty is uncharacteristically quiet and you know he can feel your eyes on him. A warning.

He was prone to acting out like this, loud and obnoxious, almost bratty. To Ross, George, and Hann, this was normal, his fits a cry for attention, wanting all eyes on him, but to you, it meant so much more.

Stubbing out the joint, you throw it out the window, dangling your arm down the side of the car. George was calm, collected, and seemed to be enjoying life as Adam finally parked in your usual spot, turning the car off. Spreading your legs out more, you bump your thigh against Matty’s, making him twitch slightly, a soft smile spreading onto your face.

“Matty.” you say, his eyes darting up to meet yours.

“Mhm?” nudging him, you lift both your legs up and onto his lap, draping yourself over him. George is a bit startled, but guides you over his lap as well, letting your feet settle against the other side of the car, pressed up against the door.

“Fag?” George asks, holding out a pack of cigarettes in your direction. You happily take one, and so does Matty. Placing it between your lips, you watch George as he hands Matty his lighter after he lights his. His fingers fumble a bit, before finally flicking it on and inhaling the smoke, letting the nicotine mix with the weed, his face nothing but blissed out. It reminded you of what he looked like when he-

“Here.” he mumbles, holding the lighter in front of your face.

“Do it for me?” you ask sweetly, leaning your elbows against the back of your seat and the headrest of Hann’s, making yourself comfortable. His breath hitches as you shift, the bottom of your thigh pressing against his crotch. Two can play at that game.

The flame paints his face in an orange hue, and you feel the world close on around you. The way his delicate hand holds up the light to your cigarette makes your head spin, and not just from the weed. You feel George shift beneath you on the other side of the car, rifling through his pockets, pulling out a small baggie and rolling papers, getting to work rolling another spliff.

Hanns voice rings dully in your ears, asking George to hurry up a bit, saying he was nowhere near the level of high he wanted to be at right now.

“Let me do it, stop nagging.” George's movements are slower, his motor skills definitely more than just slightly inhibited.

“Good?” Matty asks, your attention turning back to him. His eyes are glazed over, red and half closed, and his hair falls over his face, indicating he’s long overdue for another haircut. Mattys hands settle on your knees, rubbing small circles over the bone, warmth blooming underneath your skin wherever he touches. You refused to let it show, opting to lean your head further out the window, admiring the stars glimmering above you, the cold of the night biting at your cheeks.

Matty can tell you’re cold by the way you shiver slightly, and he feels a bit bad, even if he did tell you to bring some sort of extra layer.

“I’m fucking freezing.” you state to the car, Ross turning around to face you, lowering his seat back a bit despite Georges protests.

“There's a blanket in the back, I think.” Hann nods in agreement, confirming his statement. Knowing you wouldn't be able to reach, Matty blindly feels around for it, fingers meeting a slightly scratchy, but still soft, knitted blanket.

Draping it over you, his hands linger on your waist, goosebumps forming on your skin as his nails graze your tattoo.

George is finally finished with the spliff, and hands it to Hann so he can light it. He greedily inhales, letting the feeling overtake him. A soft groan leaves his lips and you see the back of his head slouch against the headrest, lolling off to the side.

“This is some good shit, no wonder Matty’s so quiet.” Hann mumbles, half to himself.

“Told you, my guy’s the real deal.” Ross says with pride, like he’d grown it himself or something. Putting his feet up on the dashboard, he leans back, head craning to talk to Hann. Their conversation is quiet, meaningless, with Ross going on about his stupid bass instruments and chatting pure shit to a half dozed-off Adam.

George is in his own world, gazing out the window and off into the distance. He was tired, you can tell by the way the rings under his eyes were dark and prominent, evidence that he hadn't been sleeping much these days. Uni was truly kicking him in the arse.

A loud sigh from Matty makes you snap out of your thoughts, flexing your toes a bit, trying to stretch without bothering George too much. You feel a tap on your leg, telling you it's fine, and that you can move freely. George smiles at you from across the back seat, stoned out of his mind and looking like he was ready to pass out in the next five seconds.

“Y’alright?” you ask Matty, who keeps shifting around beneath you. One particular movement makes your legs spread, his big palms gripping the side of your left thigh, kneading the flesh.

His eyes flash up to yours, and the look he gives you is fucking delicious. Lips slightly parted, wet and swollen from his teeth gnawing at them for the past half hour, the sight makes your thighs clench, a cough escaping your lips.

The spliff makes its way to you, and you take a drag, your lips wrapping around it as you make direct eye contact with Matty. Your lipgloss rubs off on the filter, and you hand it to him with a smirk.

“I’m fucking knackered, I need to sleep.” George's deep voice cuts through the silence, and Hann nods in agreement.

“We’ve been here like an hour! We never hang out, let's stay for a bit.” Ross protests, sitting properly and trying to face everyone at the same time.

“Yeah, let's.” you side with him. Matty’s eyes widen at your statement, and he goes to speak. A sharp look makes him rethink his actions, and he slumps backwards into the leather, pouting at you. You grin at him playfully, seeing him start to do the same, before pressing your leg down, right onto his crotch. Underneath the blanket, not one could see what you were doing, giving you the perfect opportunity to fuck with Matty

“Fine, but I'm driving home in 20, whoever doesn't want to walk is coming with.” The tinge of annoyance in Hann’s voice is painfully obvious.

Time passes at a snail's pace as you continue your movements, thigh pressing down onto his steadily hardening cock ever so slightly, not wanting George to figure you out.

“D’you reckon Britney’s a good shag?” Ross asks, and you realize he’s holding a magazine, Britney Spears plastered onto the cover.

“Mate, maybe you shouldn’t-” George starts, but another voice cuts him off.

“Probably, I mean, just look at her.” it's Matty speaking, you realize.

His voice is drawn out and deep as he holds out his hand, silently requesting Ross to give him the paper. He’s taunting you, and fuck, is it getting to you. The way his eyes scan over the cover makes your blood boil, and you stare him down, warning him to stop.

“She’s fit.” He says, refusing to look at you as he takes a drag from the spliff, passing it on. His eyes finally dart over to yours, reading you like an open book. You were jealous, and he knew it. It was his goal, after all, to rile you up enough so you knew how he’d been feeling since that moment in your room.

“Hey Hann? I'm feeling a bit shit.” you lie through your teeth “Can we go?”. Ross tries to stop him, but with the vote being 4-1, he groans as the car sputters on, and Hann backs out of the lot.

You go to sit normally, putting as much distance between you and Matty as physically possible, not even looking in his general direction. Not really speaking to anyone, you listen to the soft sound of the radio, the music distracting you a bit. Matty’s eyes are glued to you, watching your every reaction, you can feel it. He silently begs you to stop being mean, ignoring him like this. You almost cave. Almost.

The drive feels longer than it actually is, George being dropped off at his house first. He waves goodbye through the window, which is the only reason you turned to the other side. Eyes avoiding the boy next to you, you blow George a kiss goodbye, hoping he gets some actual sleep tonight.

You and Matty were now both facing forward, chatting to Ross.

“Must be great, having an whole fucking house to yourself.” Ross grunts out, clearly still fucked off that you decided to leave so ‘early’.

“It is,” Matty answers, telling him how nice it was to live without his parents and with you, even if neither of you had the ability to prepare an edible meal, or clean the house every once in a while. You chuckle as his words, painfully true as you think back on the state you’d left your room in, clothes and books and various items strewn about the place.

Matty turns to you, your small giggles at his story making him think he was off the hook. You shoot him a look, and he immediately retreats, knowing it wouldn't be that easy. Not that he didn’t like a challenge, especially from you.

“Alright, you two.” Hann breathes as the car comes to a halt in front of the house. The soft rumble of the engine was deafening as you opened the door, climbing out of the vehicle. Matty followed quickly, almost banging his head against the roof, narrowly avoiding a small concussion. You tapped on the window, waving goodbye to both men in the car. Flashing a smile, you turn to Matty, grabbing his hand and leading him up the steps.

Inside the car, the conversation quickly shifted.

“What's going on with them? They’ve hardly spoken since he stopped trying to jump her bones in front of us.” Ross just shrugs, mind spinning different scenarios of what could've gone down.

“D’you think they’re fighting?” Hann nods, noting that you did look a bit pissed off towards the end.

“I dunno, it's weird though.. them being a thing.” Ross hums in agreement.

“Just leave them be, they’ll sort it out.”

The click of the door unlocking was as loud as a jet engine, and you push it open with your shoulder, Matty trailing closely behind you. You take your time, taking off your shoes, setting your bag down onto the floor next to the coat rack. He fidgets on the spot, not quite sure what to do next.

Without warning, you spin around, shoving him backwards into the door, both your hands on his shoulders. The tension is thick, his heavy breaths loud and desperate for you to fucking do something.

A beat passes between you before he finally speaks, stuttering over his words.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t h-have fucked you off, not infront of everyone.” you raise your eyebrows at him, a condescending smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“So you knew what you were doing then, trying to rile me up like that?” He nods, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows. He mutters out another “‘m sorry”, like it was going to save him at all.

Your hands trace his collarbones, just like he had not three hours prior, and you see his breath hitch when you dig your nails into his skin, leaving behind red indents.

“You wanna kiss me?” you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear sweetly, letting your fingers run over his jaw.

“Yes.” he gasps, your chest now fully pressed up against his, your bodies now flush. Mattys eyes are filled with desperation, lust, thoughts clouding his mind and the sight of you wasn't helping him think clearly.

“How badly do you want to kiss me?” he tries to speak, but you shush him. “How much do you want to touch me?”

A guttural groan leaves his lips, and his hands find your back, grabbing onto your waist for support. You look at him expectantly, tapping his face to get his attention back on you.

“Please, I'm sorry, just– fuckk, please darling.” His voice is small, soft, filled with want and desire. He pulls you in closer, and you feel him, fully hard, pressed up against your upper thigh. Your hand travels lower, pushing his shirt up as you go down, fingertips ghosting over his bulge, leaking and painfully hard.

“This all for me?” Matty looks like he’s going to combust, but still, he manages to force out a small, choked ‘yes’.

“You think you deserve it?” He freezes as you squeeze him through his jeans, feeling him twitch in your hand. A desperate whimper rips itself from his lips, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing shallowly.

“I’m sorry, just– please. I’ll do anything, just fucking touch me please, please, oh god–”

You mouth at the spot where his neck meets his jaw, sucking an aggressive hickey into the skin, simultaneously stroking him over his clothes. Trying to seem unaffected, you pull away from his cock, placing that hand over his chest, hearing him whine at the loss of contact.

“Upstairs. Wait for me.” Those four words manage to leave him absolutely breathless as he scrambles to tug his shoes off, throwing them into the corner. One last look is directed at you over his shoulder as he walks up the steps, almost tripping. Catching himself on the bannister, he disappears from view.

You use the moment to take several deep breaths, steading yourself. Matty might be the more expressive one, but he had this effect on you, even if he didn't know the full extent of it. Every reaction you elicited from him made your knees weak, your façade of control slipping slightly. Running your fingers through your hair, you glance at yourself in the hallway mirror, making sure you look good. Good enough to send Matty fucking spiraling.

The house is silent, apart from the odd creak of the floorboards underneath your feet. The door to your room crashes against the wall and you push it open, eyes immediately finding Matty.

Jesus christ.

Sprawled out on top of crumpled sheets, Matty’s eyes rake over your body, his cock visibly twitching in his pants at the sight of you. He had already taken off his shirt, the material bunched up next to him. The atmosphere in the room is heavy, thick with lust and desire and want and every other adjective that could be used to describe the fucking wet dream of a man currently sitting on your bed.

His hands trail up his chest, toying with his nipples as he bites his lip at you, a wild look in his eyes. Your feet take you to the foot of the bed, kneeling down onto it, not quite sure where to look. His skin is flushed a deep shade of red, the blush spreading from his face down his chest, which was rapidly moving up and down as you reached out to touch him.

“How do you feel?” your voice shakes, and you know he can tell. Does it actually matter to you at the moment? Absolutely not.

An indecipherable sigh leaves Mattys lips as he looks at you, curls sticking to his forehead and his cock rock hard against the fabric of his jeans.

“I feel–” he starts, words getting caught in his throat as you trace the inseam of his pants. You still, motioning for him to continue.

“I feel so good, please touch me, I need you so bad. So gorgeous like this, love you so much– jesus.”

You listen to his rambles as his eyes screw shut, everything being far too much for him. It's delicious, the way he squirms under even the slightest touch, involuntary noises spilling from his lips.

He trusted you, and you knew that well enough. Your entire relationship was built on a foundation of trust, a promise that you would never, ever, harm each other. Your hand reaches up to clasp his, squeezing gently. He smiles softly, wiping away the beads of sweat that had collected themselves on his forehead.

Your eyes glance over to the nightstand next to the bed, the wooden exterior a stark contrast to the otherwise black furniture of the room. The bed creaks as you get up, slowly pulling the drawer open. Matty watches you move, fluid and sure, as you take out a vibrator, you hear a small gasp escape him.

“You want me, Matthew? Want to be good for me?” you grin at him, throwing one of your legs over his lap, settling right below his hips. The way his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans couldn't be comfortable in the slightest, but you let him suffer longer, relishing in the way he whined whenever you shifted on top of him, just like he did in the car.

“Will you let me use this on you?” That question is the final nail in the coffin, an animalistic groan ripping itself from the depths of Mattys throat as you palm him through his pants, beads of precum painting the front.

“Please,” his voice cracks slightly, eyes silently begging for some sort of relief.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have pulled that little stunt.” you speak, voice dripping with honey as you unbuckle his belt, the clanking metal making your heart speed up. Unable to speak, Mattys hands go to settle on your waist, gripping the fat of your hips.

“No.”

“W-what?”

His chest heaves as you grab hold of his wrists, pinning them up above his head. The belt he wore with his pants, while usually completely unnecessary, suddenly proved quite useful. Your hands fumble a bit as you bring the leather up, binding his hands to the metal bed frame. The arousal plastered on his face was impossible to hide as he gives the belt a tug, sucking in a deep breath of air when he realized what you’d just done.

“You’re so fucking– holy shit, you’re perfect.” his praises go straight to your core, and you grind down onto his thigh, feeling around for the vibrator that you’d placed somewhere next to you.

Towering over him, you observe.

It feels like you're daydreaming, the man in front of you just a figment of your dirty, vivid imagination. His skin glistened with sweat, and your eyes flicker down to the bulge in his black calvins. If there was a heaven, you’ve definitely reached it.

Running your fingers up and down the vibrator, you grin at him, watching his thoughts run wild, every possible fantasy playing out right in front of his eyes. Clicking the toy on, you rake your nails over his chest, the loud vibrations filling the room.

You had never done this before, but the utter look of devotion Matty gave you proved that he trusted you completely to do whatever you wanted to him. He follows your movements closely as you press the toy to the underside of his cock. Immediately, you see his eyes clamp shut, his hands instinctively pulling and fighting against the restraints.

“You like that, baby? Feel good?” you coo at him, taking in every single twitch of his body, savoring it. He frantically nods his head as you move his boxers, letting his cock slap up against his stomach. The feeling of the vibrator straight onto his weeping erection felt like pure heaven, desperate moans spilling from his lips, unable to control his own actions.

“F-feels so good, it’s so good, a-ah, fuck me–” he whimpers as you up the speed, your free hand cupping his face, smudging his eye makeup. Blissed out and shaking, Matty tries to hold off as long as possible, desperately wanting to be good for you.

“I can’t– I'm so close, please, let me cum.” his eyes search your expression, begging for permission. Pleasure trickles up your own spine as a sudden movement of Matty’s thigh beneath you makes you grind against him again, a soft moan leaving your parted lips. You swear you could cum just from the sight of him alone, twitching and begging and so, so close to the edge he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

Shoving your fingers into his mouth, you watch as he chokes slightly, eyes welling up with tears. It's so unbelievably erotic, seeing him fall apart like this, all because of you. His dick twitches in the tell-tale way that lets you know he’s seconds away, just needing a little push. You lock your lips onto his neck, licking and sucking and biting marks into the skin, making him moan around your fingers. It's all too much for him, and his voice cracks once more before spilling into your hand, painting his stomach and the toy with ropes of thick cum, gasping and shuddering as you keep the vibrator against his cock, working him through his orgasm.

You finally kiss him, fingers weaving through his hair as you lick into his mouth, his arms still helplessly trying to pull free.

“That was– fuck– I can’t even describe it.'' His voice is raspy, sore. He looks utterly fucked out, a sly grin already adorning his face not ten seconds after you gave him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.

“You dont think I'm done, do you? After the shit you pulled in that car?”

Your sudden change in tone makes Matty’s eyes widen, his hips bucking up against you. The evil look in your eye as you lean down to catch his lips in a kiss only makes him impossibly more turned on, fingers itching to touch you, a groan of frustration leaving his lips when he realizes he can't do anything but lay there and take what you give him. You move, one of your hands leaving his chest.

“What are you–?” The click of the toy is impossibly loud as a wanton moan rips itself from his throat, his hips twitching away, the sensation overwhelming and raw, almost too much. You grin from ear to ear as you study his reactions, writhing and pulling at the belt holding him in place, eyes silently begging you to just let him go.

“A-ah oh fuckk, no- I can’t–” he cries, arching his back, exposing his neck even more, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tries to swallow down his sounds

“You can, I know you can.” you lick across the expanse of his collarbones, teeth grazing the skin harshly, the slight pain only making Matty thrash more, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists.

“It’s too much– jesus christ-” he chokes out as you tangle a hand into his thick curls, tugging his head forward, making him look at you.

“Look how desperate you are, you sure it's too much?” you press a kiss to his lower stomach, his muscles tense under the skin.

“I need you so bad, fuck,” he sucks in a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you.

“Look at what you do to me.”

His sudden change in tone makes you take a second, truly taking in the sight before you. He smirks when he sees you staring, arching his lower back with the sole purpose of riling you up, knowing exactly how to get to you, and in turn, get what he wanted.

“Such a slut, fucking begging for attention, aren’t you?” he nods slowly, winking at you provocatively as his eyes follow your movements. The name made his breath hitch, and the return of the toy back on his hardening cock feels like pure ecstasy, moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as you continued speaking.

“Was it worth it?” he cocks his head at you, asking what you meant.

“Was it worth it, fucking around in the car, embarrassing me like that?”

“Absolutely, if it gets me this.” he purrs, trying to provoke you once again. You were going to make him eat his words if it was last fucking thing you were going to do.

“You have a lot of confidence for someone who was grinding against my leg under a blanket not even an hour ago.” A small laugh comes from Matty as he playfully tugs at the restraints, the sound morphing into a moan when you press the toy down harder, feeling him getting close again.

“Gonna cum again, make a filthy fucking mess of yourself?” Matty is so far gone, his cocky persona falling away in bits as he bucks his hips against the vibrator, chasing his high. You watch him, sweaty and out of breath, his hands straining against the leather, the mix of pain and pleasure making his head spin.

“I love you so much, please let me cum, please i’ll do anything, just let me cum–” there it is. Anything. He doesn't know the weight his words hold, willing to say everything and anything for you to let him fall over that delicious edge.

“Cum for me, let me see you.” your voice shakes, one hand planted firmly on his chest for balance, while the other holds the toy to his cock, twitching and leaking all over himself and you as he cums, screaming your name loud enough that it echoed through the whole house.

You watch as he shakes, gasping for air and writhing against the sheets, so overstimulated he could barely form a coherent thought.

“Again.” you whisper as Matty shakes his head violently, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Do you want to stop?” he shakes his head again, hips bucking up against the toy, desperate whines and groans filling the room. His chest heaves, lungs expanding as far as they could go to try and bring some oxygen to his brain. Breathless and exhausted, he looks at you, eyes wet and pleading, the mix of pain and pleasure driving him insane.

“Don’t s-stop.” he begs, voice sore and hoarse. Thoughts run widely through your mind, wondering how much more he could take before tapping out. “If you need to stop, tell me.” you say firmly, his frantic nods telling everything you needed to know. Clicking the toy back on, the reaction is immediate, visceral as he jerks under the warm feel of your lips on his jaw, pressing hot kisses down the skin, mouthing at his neck.

Pulling back, you admire the deep purple marks you left behind, tracing them with your free hand.

“You’re fucking glorious- I- I could look at you forever, so pretty on top of me, fuck, like a fucking wet dream, so perfect–” you listen to him babble through curses and moans, eyes drooping shut as he bucks up into your hand.

“Yeah? You’re so gorgeous for me, taking everything I give you.” you whisper back, pupils completely blown out with lust, the high you were still yet to come down from heightening every feeling, every sensation, until you were grinding against his thigh, desperate for him.

“I see you, baby,” your eyes snap up to his, a filthy smirk spread onto his face, “C’mon, use me like a toy, use me to get off.” his voice is sultry and low, working hard to bite back screams as you finally give in, sparks of electricity shooting up your spine as you increase the pressure on your clit, soft moans and gasps spilling from your lips as Matty tenses his thigh, lifting it slightly to meet your movements.

“Don’t cum until I tell you.” you warn, refusing to give up power, even if Matty made it incredibly fucking difficult to not give in. His eyeliner was smudged, tears streaming down his face, your fingers wiping them away sweetly. You bring your tear soaked hand to your mouth, licking it clean while making direct eye contact with Matty, the expression on his face making the salty taste on your tongue completely worth it.

It didn't take much to bring you to the edge, the warmth in your core blooming everywhere else in your body, your blood feeling hot as you balance yourself. Being met with Matty’s smirk as you look up, the smugness quickly morphs into white hot pleasure when your hand finds his nipple piercing, giving it a small tug.

You had convinced him to switch it out, the black metal ring being replaced with a purple barbell. It shimmered if you looked at it from a specific angle, a perfect contrast to his milky white skin, suiting him well. He gasps when you don't let up, tweaking the metal and rolling his nipple between your fingertips, an indescribable feeling radiating from his chest, making all the remaining blood in his brain rush down south.

You were so close, you could taste it. Matty knew this, doing his best to get you there, just as you were doing for him, holding off his own orgasm. Filthy words leave his mouth, making you feel dizzy with pleasure, the feeling of his jean clad thigh against your clit making your legs shake on top of him.

“So good, you’re so good– fucking marvelous, I could write a thousand songs about you like this.” he groans, eyes never leaving the spot where your core met his leg, watching closely.

“I’m so close, fuckk.” you whine, your high pitched voice like music to Matty’s ears, his cock visibly twitching against the toy.

“Cum for me darling, wanna see you fall apart on top of me.” he coos, and you feel your control slipping. It was all consuming, the pleasure making time slow as you barely manage to slow down to speak.

“You first.” A relieved sigh leaves Matty’s lips, hips bucking violently, precum bubbling from his tip, coating your hand where you held the toy against it. One last arch of his back and he cums onto his stomach, painting his skin white.

You groan at the sight, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train, vision whiting out as you buck against Mattys thigh, his eyes burning a hole into your skin. He watches in awe as you gasp and stutter, the visual of his third climax too much for you to handle, carnal desire overtaking your body.

Collapsing on top of him, your chest heaves against his, everything blurry and disoriented. He tried to move his hands to your back to hug you, but realizes he’s still tied up, the leather really digging into his skin, leaving angry red marks.

“Darling?” you look up, apologizing profusely as you undo the belt around his wrists, kissing the burns it left behind. Matty chuckles quietly, running a soft hand through your hair, pressing your face into his chest.

“That was..” he starts, eyes still wide in disbelief.

“Okay?” you offer a hint of insecurity evident in the way you speak.

“Fucking amazing, visceral, undescribable, life chang-” you cut him off with a firm kiss, silently telling him to shut up. He giggles into the kiss, his other hand pressing against your lower back, pulling you impossibly close.

“It wasn’t too much?” you ask, gesturing to the marks on his wrists. He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He assures you it doesn't hurt at all, and besides, “You know I like it when you hurt me.” The cheesy wink that follows his statement makes you roll your eyes, leaning down to breathe in the scent of him. Fucking Jimmy Choo, ugh.

“You have to stop using my perfume, you smell like a woman, it's unsettling.” you complain, wishing he’d use some sort of musky cologne instead.

“I thought you liked it when i'm girly? Remember that time when I wore that skirt and you fucking mauled me–'' he tries to tease, being rudely interrupted by you digging the heel of your foot into his leg, making him yelp in pain.

“That was different,” you mutter, avoiding his taunting gaze.

“Was it?”

“Absolutely, yes, now come here.” you grip his jaw, crashing your mouth against his, biting his lower lip, enjoying the small gasp he lets out. The kiss is hot, filled with love and trust, your heart swelling up in your chest.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again, George could have noticed and that would've been a complete shit show-” you shudder at the thought of your mates knowing anything about your sex life, gagging inwardly.

“You were the one grinding your leg down on to my dick, don’t act all fucking innocent!” he protests, a playful tone to his voice.

“Imagine Ross knowing anything about what we do, he’d lose his mind.” you comment. Knowing him, he’d physically throw up and never speak to either of you ever again, the mental image having scarred him for life.

Matty is oddly silent, his hands fidgeting. Your eyes widen in realization

“Dont tell me you fucking– Matty!” you shut your eyes, embarrassment flooding your body.

“He’s my mate, and he asked. Who am I to deny him?” you hit his chest, propping yourself up as you laugh in disbelief.

“Ross asking doesn't make it any better!!” you screech, watching him pull back at the sheer volume of your voice “For fuck’s sake Matty, what did you even tell him? I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye again, fucking hell.”

“Just about the camera, nothing else, I swear!” you cup your face, letting out a frustrated groan.

“You know I can never speak to him ever again? The fucking camera, are you taking the absolute fucking piss?!” you throw curses at him as he giggles into your hair, muttering apologies and promising to never say anything again.

“‘M sorry darling, i won't give out the details of our sex life anymore.” he jokes, earning a choked giggle from you, unable to stay mad at him.

Looking up at him from your spot on his chest, anger fades as you take in his features. You could look at him forever if he let you, drinking in every inch of skin, committing it all to memory. Your fingertips touch the top of his cheeks, wiping away any left over make-up, smiling fondly as you do so.

Love. That's what you see in his eyes. Pure love, utter devotion. His breathing is slow, the soft sound of his heartbeat comforting as you lay back down onto him, nuzzling your face into his skin. You could stand the permeating stench of Jimmy Choo if it let you hold him this close to you.

“You’re mine.” he mumbles into your hair, stroking up and down your spine, pushing your shirt up.

“I’m yours,” you answer, this overwhelming feeling of adoration taking over your whole body. Matty was yours, and you were his, from the second he said the words ‘I love you’ that night on the terrace, overlooking the glowing city.

Life with him seems so real. Growing up properly, getting your own house, getting married. It was all possible, still, it felt far away, a distant future. You let your thoughts spin in your mind until the exhaustion won, your body going slack against Matty, soft snores filling the room.

Matty lays awake beneath you, the darkness of the room enveloping his senses.

“I love you so much,” he mutters under his breath, knowing you couldn't hear him anyway. That was the moment he knew, the moment everything solidified.

You were just kids, the pair of you, young and free, life filled with infinite possibilities. So much was uncertain, but he knew one thing without a doubt. Eyes flickering over to his coat, they fell on the outermost left pocket. It wasn't about the pocket itself, but what was inside. Dark red velvet, the same shade as your favorite color. A box.

A small one.

read part two here xx

#i had so much funnn #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #drive like i do #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy x you #matty healy fluff #the 1975 smut #matty healy x reader

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Paper Rings— Jamie Drysdale

request: “paper rings + jamie drysdale pls im begging”

i’m trying something new bc i have writers block! (ps i used mainly my own photos bc i hate finding the vibes on pinterest)

warnings: smoking🍃, some swears

a/n i didn’t use all the lyrics to this

MASTERLIST

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The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

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yourusername “come to a party,” they said. “you’ll have fun!” they said. (“they” is my best friend and she was in fact right— i did have fun!)

nice meeting ya, hockey boys ;) i’ll try to not smoke you out next time!

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bestiejordan all hail the queen of rolling🙌

jamie.drysdale she was pretty good ig

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale we’re new besties you can’t bully me yet

trevorzegras @/yourusername does that rule not apply to you or…

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras no, she does whatever she wants

friend1 okay i see you, i see you, miss girl! you get that fluffy brunette!!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale you down?

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i’m down

jamie.drysdale i’d let you smoke me out again if it means i get to see you again ;)

yourusername bold aren’t we, drysdale?

trevorzegras i pressed send he was gonna delete it

yourusername bold aren’t we, drysdale’s roommate?

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Jamie hasn’t texted you since that morning after the party. You normally wouldn’t care— one night party friends weren’t something out of the ordinary for you. But Jamie felt different. At least, you wanted him to be different.

“Babe, he’s just a boy,” your best friend, jordan, sighed.

“He’s not, though!” you groaned into your pillow. “He’s different. He’s intriguing!”

“And dark and mysterious?” Jordan teased you, flopping down on the bed next to you.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “It’s been three days!”

“So text him first. Trevor told me he can be shy most of the time. He just happens to be talkative while high,” Jordan suggested.

“I can do that?”

“Yeah, babe,” Jordan cracked up, “you can do that.”

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yourusername got my boyfriend’s autograph today!!(he actually signed a contract stating he MUST legally cuddle with me anytime i want)

p.s. you’ve got a loooooot of fans, j! but i’ll always be your number 2 fan❤️(@/trevorzegras threatened to cut my hair off if i didn’t address that he is jamie’s number 1 fan)

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jamie.drysdale you were truly the prettiest girl in my line😘

bestiejordan boooo compliment her personality, not her looks!!

jamie.drysdale you were truly the kindest, funniest, and coolest girl in my line

trevorzegras that’s so much worse

yourusername ur lucky ur cute, drysdale! (thank you to all the compliments ur too sweet <3)

fan1 JAMIE GOT A GIRLFRIEND?!?

fan2 i am a bit thrown off but i’ll be damned if this isn’t cute

trevorzegras you’ll never replace me as jimmy’s number one fan😈

yourusername watch me, zegras

jamie.drysdale i’d like to watch her

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale traitor!

bestiejordan not pictured: y/n combing through jamie’s hair and watching him sleep bc she’s a weird stalker

yourusername says the one who watched me do that

jamie.drysdale i think it’s cute! i loved my head scratchies

trevorzegras i think i’m gonna vomit

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras i already did

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

You trudged up the steps to the front door of Jamie and Trevor’s house with your backpack practically falling off your body. When Jamie opened the door to let you in, you face planted into his chest, groaning.

“Well hello to you, too, y/n/n,” Jamie laughed. He slid off your backpack the rest of the way and pulled your arms up to wrap around his waist. He pulled you closer and began to rub your back uo and down, resting his head atop of yours for extra contact. “Rough night at school?”

You were enrolled in night classes at a local university so that you could work in order to pay for said classes, and… ya know… live.

“‘Rough’ is an understatement,” you groaned as you hugged him tighter. “I failed my test, I was late because I ran out of gas, I completely forgot about a homework assignment, which means I’ll get a zero for that, and work was just annoying overall.”

Jamie kissed the top of your head and increased the pressure of his back rubs.

“Look up,” he told you. You did what he asked, although a little confused as to why. Your question was answered when he brought up a hand to your cheek and kissed you softly.

“What was that for, Drysdale?” you asked smiling.

“Because you’ve had a long night,” he answered. He tilted your head up and kissed you again. “And that was so you know it’ll be alright.”

Your smile grew even wider as your boyfriend’s sweet words. You took a turn to bring him down for a kiss, “and what was that for, y/l/n?”

“I’ve waited my whole life for you. I don’t want to waste another second not kissing you,” you replied softly, messily playing with the ends of his hair.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

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yourusername jamie gave me a wish flower and told me to close my eyes and make a wish. i wished for forever, and when i opened my eyes, he had a ring box in his hand. i used to not be one for heart shaped jewelry, which he knew, but when he told me it’s a promise for us to hold each other’s hearts forever, i couldn’t help but change my mind. i am now pro heart shaped jewelry because of this boy❤️

happy one year, drysdale! i love you more than words

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jamie.drysdale love doesn’t even begin to cover my feelings for you, y/l/n. but since it’s all the english language gives us, i promise to love you forever❤️

yourusername somebody’s been reading my poetry books

trevorzegras @/yourusername he bought his own copies and tabs ones that remind him of you. it makes me sick

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras and why do you know this?

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale he reads them and sends pictures to jordan

trevorzegras @/bestiejordan blabber mouth

bestiejordan @/jamie.drysdale you better take care of her! congratulations you two! you make me and z sick <3

jamie.drysdale i intend to for the rest of my life

yourusername besties just get together already

bestiejordan @/trevorzegras you down?

trevorzegras @/bestiejordan i’m down

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Trevor had to go on a roadie shortly after Jamie’s shoulder surgery, and he was freaking out a bit about leaving him.

“Z, my love, I already practically live here and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. I think I can take care of our boyfriend,” you joked. Trevor glared at you for that, but he took a deep breath and nodded, “yeah, yeah okay. You’re right. I just…”

You wrapped up the boy who had become one of your best friends into a hug.

“I’ve got him,” you whispered.

Jordan let herself into the house next and sneaked a picture of you and her boyfriend before announcing her presence, “is he freaking out again?”

“I don’t think he has any other setting.”

Jordan shook her head laughing as she walked over to take her boyfriend from you, “Y/N practically nursed you back to health when you were sick, Z. She can remember to give Jamie his pain medication and enforce all of the doctor’s rules on him. So go wake him up for meds one last time and say your goodbyes.”

Trevor kissed her head and nodded before parading up the stairs to Jamie’s room, with you two following behind. You were fiddling with your promise ring when you entered the room. Trevor was lightly shaking his best friend awake and you sat down on the other side of the bed to help ease him into a sitting position. Once Jamie took his pills, Trevor gave him a very cautious and gentle hug goodbye and took Jordan’s hand to leave you two alone.

“Be good to him!” Trevor called out.

“I always will, Zegras!”

You maneuvered yourself to sit behind Jamie and let him rest his head on your chest. Your breathing synced together as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Is he okay?” Jamie asked groggily.

“Yeah, just a baby freak out. Jordan’s driving him to the plane strip, so any further conundrums can be handled by her,” you told him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” you kissed the top of his head. “Can I get you anything?”

“Stay,” he whispered.

“Always.”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Darling, you're the one I want

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yourusername i met you at a party i didn’t want to go to. ever since, my entire world has shifted with you at the center of it. we’ve been through a lot, but everything was made easier with you by my side.

today, i became y/n drysdale, and we threw a party that i did in fact want to go to. i’m down for anything when it comes to you, jamie, and i’m especially down for forever. i love you❤️

thank you to everyone that made this day magical!

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jamie.drysdale bold aren’t we, drysdale? i love you!

yourusername i’ll cry right now

trevorzegras congratulations mr. and mrs. drysdale!

yourusername thank you, z <3

trevorzegras anytime, bestie’s wife <3

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras that’s her contact name now, isn’t it?

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale yes :)

bestiejordan hit my crying quota today because of you two❤️ congratulations! look at how far you’ve come! you went from whining that he hadn’t called you, to making me and z give speeches. what a beautiful evolution!

yourusername your speech was amazing, beautiful!

trevorzegras @/yourusername stop flirting with my girlfriend! you have a husband!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras flirt more to compensate

trevorzegras if that’s what the groom wants🫡

anaheimducks congratulations you two!

#jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fluff #jamie drysdale insta edit #jamie drysdale imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic

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nikaizkool · 1 year

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Dtk + sunshine duo + tnt duo

What song they’d sing to you when your sad

(DONT JUDGE SCHLATTS SONG ITS GOOD AND I STANF BY RHAT)

•Dream

I just feel like he would he has such a calming voice (he sang hey there Delilah once and omg his voice is so ❤️❤️)

He’d cuddle you when singing and caress your hair kissing your forehead every so often

• George

This was a song that came on the radio at your first date so he sings/plays it whenever your sad

•sapnap

He’d definitely sing this song whenever your sad even though your already his

When he’s singing he’d make stupid faces and force some voice cracks to make you smile

•Jschlatt

Not his taste in music I know but he’s old so I imagine him listening to bowling for soup. He’d cradle you and kiss you

•Charlie

He’s your American idiot, also this song is a vibe for him

•Wilbur

If you don’t know why did you say so? When he asked you out it took a couple days before you got together and he admitted he thought you were cute and just wanted to be your boyfriend he didn’t know why (he loves u but he hates confrontation)

•quackity

The clip of him singing this>>>>>> he’d like give you a butterfly kiss before singing after he just fucking loves on you cuddling, kissing, hugging, ect

#quackity fanfic #quackity x reader #schlatt fanfic #schlatt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle fluff #sapnap x reader #smut #dsmp headcanon #qsmp headcanons #dtk headcanons #sunshine duo x reader #tnt duo x reader #Spotify

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the-somwthing · 10 months

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LITTLE BIT OF UHH 3RD LIFE SCOTTISHBEANS I WROTE JUST NOW HEHEHE

Takes place in the last session (in an au where there’s like. More time between events than just an hour or so.)

This is supposed to be a later chapter of a fic I’m working on! I’m doing things out of order 😭 so there are references to scenes I haven’t yet written in it sorry it shouldn’t be THAT bad tbh. When I actually make the fic this chapter will likely be edited whenever it appears haha

SHIP: Scott/Joel

WORD COUNT: 2143

WARNINGS (mostly just things to be aware of): somewhat of neck kissing, implied sexual stuff (just thinking about it very vaguely), flower husbands is mentioned but Jimmy is dead, headcanon with 3L!red!Joel and his monochrome/red skin, once again references to scenes I have not written, it may feel rather ooc but that’s cuz this is meant to be a later chapter so they’re already fairly close, repressing/denying feelings (and some failing at that), some pessimism about the war, NO DIALOGUE (when I planned this out I was like “wait there’s no dialogue” and decided I’d take it as a challenge and really have just no dialogue)

❤️💛💚

The war had been rough for everyone. It kept all players on edge, no matter how indirect their involvement was. At this point, it was pick a side or die in the crossfire. Scott and Joel had chosen the Desert, but neither of them had much reason to be part of the conflict.

The two had spent the past few days together, constantly running, though Scott could hardly tell if they were running to survive or running to kill. Somewhat of a mix of both, he figured. No matter the reason, they were constantly running, and nice peaceful moments were hard to come by.

Then it happened. They lost their target, the enemy hadn’t seen them yet, they were alone in a remote part of the world. Scott was tired, the grass looked soft, and he flopped himself onto it. Joel was clearly still running on adrenaline despite accepting that it was break time, and so he practically jumped onto Scott, grabbed him, and rolled with him.

Scott had grown used to the annoying ways Joel would throw himself at Scott and jostle him around. He figured it was a red life thing. Jimmy had also become more physical after turning red, though never so aggressive. Through observing others, Scott knew that suppressing violent urges was harder for most reds than Jimmy made it look. Joel tackling Scott was clearly not an act of violence, rather an act of affection. He typically only did stuff like that when they had accomplished something, or at least had some fun.

This moment was the opposite of that. They lost their target, and usually Joel was frustrated at that. They weren’t having fun running, either; it was exhausting and anxiety-inducing. And yet, in what should’ve been a moment of catching their breaths and saying “better luck next time,” Joel had rolled in the grass with Scott.

It wasn’t just Joel who acted out of character in that moment, for Scott would usually tell Joel off for playing so rough with him. It was mostly in a friendly manner, as Scott didn’t mind too much, but it could be annoying when unexpected, like in this moment. But instead of doing that, Scott laughed. He held onto Joel, rolling with him, and laughed in delight.

The ground was rather flat, so they didn’t roll very far. Joel sat up next to Scott, giggling with him. Scott figured that if Joel wasn’t going to lay in the grass, he wouldn’t either, and sat up as well, feeling a little dizzy from all the movement.

Scott shook his head and briefly brushed his hair with his hands, hoping to remove any dirt or grass. It wasn’t a thorough job, so he had to hope he was lucky. He took a look at Joel’s hair, noticing that a few bits of grass had gotten tucked into his hair, enough to turn monochrome as well.

Scott managed to pull out one piece of grass before Joel swatted his hand away. Scott glared at Joel, who tried to glare back but was still smiling. Scott wasn’t sure what that was about, but rolled his eyes and pulled Joel closer to remove the grass from his hair.

He knew that touching Joel’s hair like this made Joel flustered, but it needed to be done. Besides, he couldn’t care about Joel’s expression when he was too busy observing how the grass would regain color when taken out of Joel’s hair. Sure, he had experimented with this phenomenon in the past (don’t think about the flower) but it was never not fun to witness.

Scott was finally finished (it shouldn’t have taken so long, but watching colors change can be so distracting…) and pulled away to get a full look at Joel. His face was about as red as he expected (red being the only color allowed on Joel’s body was pretty unfortunate because it made his blush very obvious… but Scott didn’t feel bad for him). The sight made Scott chuckle and ruffle Joel’s hair.

Joel had accepted this fate (it was obvious that he had, otherwise Scott wouldn’t have been able to remove the grass at all). He seemed annoyed and embarrassed, yet once Scott’s hand left his head he moved himself onto Scott’s lap.

This surprised Scott, but instead of showing it or becoming flustered and embarrassed, it just made him happy. He wrapped his arms around Joel at the same time Joel did, sighing contentedly. For some reason this made Joel laugh quietly, and laughter had felt quite contagious in this moment so Scott giggled back.

There was no reason for them to be doing this. It didn’t make sense. And yet, it felt so right. The world was falling apart around them, everyone knew it was endgame, there would be no peace. Scott and Joel had nothing left to hold onto, nothing left to fight for, but they had each other. They hadn’t had each other a week ago, in fact they were quite against each other. But in the last moments of the world, the only thing they had was each other. It should’ve been sad. It should’ve been awkward. But Scott was having a great time.

Scott cupped Joel’s face in his hands to look at him. Joel’s face showed that he was also enjoying his time with Scott. This moment felt perfect. It was the most perfect moment in the world. There was one thing his heart wanted to do. He leaned in and kissed Joel…

…on the cheek. They’re not in love! They’re not married! They were just two soldiers doing mindless battles together. A kiss on the cheek is enough for that- maybe even too much, really. They hadn’t even declared themselves friends yet (mostly that’s because there was no reason to. There would be nothing after the war worth having friends for).

But as Scott pulled away, he could feel it wasn’t enough. He knew it was enough, he thought it was maybe too much, but he felt that it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for another kiss: planted right on Joel’s other cheek. Surely that would be enough.

Of course, it wasn’t. Scott continued like this, kissing all over Joel’s face (never too close to the mouth) and thinking each time “that’s it. I’m done. That’s enough.” but never really feeling that. He failed to stop himself from kissing Joel, but was able to stop himself from kissing him on the lips.

The only person Scott had kissed was his husband, Jimmy. He couldn’t imagine doing that to anyone else. Even though Jimmy was dead, it didn’t make sense to Scott to move on so quickly. Well, with Jimmy it didn’t take long to fall in love either… no, no, what is this train of thought?! Scott loved Jimmy, so much. He did not love Joel, not at all. They were barely acquaintances. A few nights sleeping under the stars together couldn’t have changed that, right?

Scott could not bear the thought of moving on from Jimmy, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of loving Joel, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of kissing him on the lips. And yet, he needed to. Every quick kiss he planted onto Joel’s face didn’t satiate his desire at all. He wanted more, so much so that the rational part of his brain was struggling to stop him.

At this point, it was almost worse than just kissing Joel. An endless stream of kisses, all over his face (minus his mouth). That’s gotta be worse at this point, right? But Scott couldn’t stop. The part of Scott that didn’t want to make Joel uncomfortable noted that Joel hadn’t made even a noise of protest, and he knew that if Joel didn’t like this he would be shoved off instantly. The rest of Scott’s brain didn’t want to think of the implications of Joel liking this. Repressing feelings is much easier when it’s not mutual. If Joel had shoved Scott away, he wouldn’t be having this dilemma at all.

Scott had found a way to rationalize what he was doing. He just missed Jimmy so much, that he was desperate to give affection like he had with Jimmy. Surely, he would be acting like this to anybody, not just Joel. He even extended this rationality to Joel, deciding that he had just been so lonely this whole season that he would take affection from anyone, it had nothing to do with Scott.

None of this was true, but Scott held onto this idea. He wasn’t in love with Joel, he just missed Jimmy so much. Joel didn’t love Scott, he was just lonely (that one, at least, was more believable. Still not true). This is what Scott would tell himself any time he would think back to this moment. He would believe it, too, no matter how much his heart proved the theory wrong.

Scott had begun doing a circle of kisses around Joel’s face, starting from one cheek and going up from there, then to Joel’s forehead, then down to the other cheek. As previously mentioned he tried to stop himself each time, but obviously, it was never enough, and he had to complete the circle.

Once he reached Joel’s other cheek, he still wasn’t satisfied, and it technically wasn’t a circle unless he crossed over to the other cheek again. He would never kiss Joel on the mouth though, so he began kissing downwards, towards Joel’s chin. This is where things went wrong (or maybe right).

After Scott kissed Joel’s chin (kind of an awkward place to kiss, honestly) Joel had tilted his head up. Exposing his neck. Scott did not hesitate to press his lips against Joel’s neck. He did, however, hesitate to go much further than that. This much more intimate position snapped Scott out of his haze of wanting to kiss Joel.

His lips rested on Joel’s neck a moment longer, the moment Scott was trying to figure out what was going on. When he finally realized, he pulled away. Joel seemed to also take a moment to figure out what had happened before lowering his head. This made their eyes meet, and they stared at each other dumbfounded; like neither of them knew what was going on. Honestly, they probably didn’t. Everything that just transpired was so spontaneous.

Joel’s face was very red, and Scott imagined his own face wasn’t too different. Scott wanted to say something, but what? Sorry for almost kissing you on the neck? That was hardly Scott’s fault, Joel was the one who exposed his neck for Scott!! Sorry for NOT kissing you on the neck?! He’s recently been widowed! He can’t just go immediately kissing another man’s neck!

Why had Joel done that anyway?! Scott could hardly believe it. A red name who had spent a decent amount of time trying to kill him just exposed his neck to Scott. To kiss. Scott was a yellow name! Joel’s supposed to want to kill him, he did want to kill him in the past, but in this moment he had silently asked Scott to kiss his neck. And Scott almost did. God, what were they doing?!

Joel must’ve been really embarrassed, but Scott couldn’t tease him for it, not when he was also acting so… intimate. Scott tried to think back to figure out who started it, but the memory almost felt hazy and he got too embarrassed thinking about it so he gave up. It didn’t matter who started it anyway; they both indulged. Indulged quite a bit… what would’ve happened if Scott didn’t stop where he had? How far would they have gone?! Now this thought was too embarrassing for Scott to dwell on. Surely Joel wouldn’t have wanted to go THAT far…

After a while of staring at each other, Joel got off Scott’s lap and looked away. Wow, he was really embarrassed. He looked so small like this. Scott felt bad; having been the one who stopped that interaction he could at least pretend he didn’t want it. He wouldn’t do that to Joel, though. The only person he’d lie to about that is himself.

Scott laid down on the grass. It was incredibly awkward between the two, and neither could seem to say anything about it. It seemed best to just rest. Slow that heart rate to normal, breathe. This is what they should’ve been doing when they stopped in the field. Resting. Without touching.

Neither of them moved to interact with each other. Eventually, they got up to continue the war. Neither of them spoke of that moment ever again.

It was just a moment of weakness on both their parts; Joel being lonely and Scott missing Jimmy. They didn’t want each other. Not at all.

#trafficshipping #scottishbeans #3lsmp #erm. idk how to tag this lmao. it’s not even a popular ship at all I’m effed 😭#I literally made up the ship name myself 😭 the only other name I’ve heard for them is supernova which I love but there’s NO WAY we can use #it as a ship tag haha. feels almost like a duo name tbf slap duo at the end and boom ur good lol #oh wait there’s a different name that I swear only ppl who DONT ship it use lmao I’ll add that but can we use mine 🥺 scottishbeans ftw #majorbeans

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Cover image for a super self-indulgent Double Life songfic of mine... The final chapter went up this morning, so here's its Tumblr post!

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"Here's to the Health of Married Men"

... and their lovers! (x)

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Inspired by the song "The Duel" from the musical Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

Ballroom fluff, introspection, and angst <3

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Synopsis: Scar guides us through an end-of-series party held in the server hub, where everyone's a little tipsy. While the desert duo may not always get along, they do their utmost to enjoy themselves...

... until Ren challenges Grian to a duel over his secret soulmate affair with BigB. Scar watches from the sidelines... and lets it all play out.

Check it out! (First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Here’s to the Health of Married Men

“… and their lovers~”

- “The Duel” - Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

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Ren and BigB arrive at the ballroom in colors that complement, but don't quite match. Maybe that should've been the first clue that trouble still lurked in paradise, tucked underneath the visible lingers in their touch… BigB's hand less steady where it lies pressed against Ren's chest than Ren's firm arm behind his lower back.

(It's not a real ballroom. More of a convention center? Two floors: one of them full of dancing party guests and the mezzanine balcony a floor above. It's shady in here and lit with several dozen tiny lanterns strung on leads. Honestly, Scar isn't sure. It's a Jimmy event, or at least a Jimmy invitation. No one pulls the strings and gets a party or game night together quite like Jimmy; don't worry about it.)

Eyes turn to track the Box Boys as they make their way up the curled stairs together. BigB's vest is dark purple and accented in faint silver leaf patterns with a bow at his neck to match - rip him open like a present; expose bare stomach and rip that open too - and his wild curls are actually tamed back today. He trimmed his beard. Fancy-schmancy moth hybrid of a man. Not hard to tell what Grian sees in him. Scar leans his arm a little farther over the balcony. One of Ren's ears twitches in his direction, as do both BigB's fluffy antennae… though Scar's pretty sure he didn't make a noise. At least, no noise louder than the sweep of feet and skirts down below.

Aw, Ren's all sunshine and phoenix fire. He's dressed just as nice. Look at him, so snug and comfy in that outfit! The pale yellow vest hits like buttercream and cake frosting. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He matches the light walls, though his dark brown hair sets him apart like a statue full of shadowed creases. Took his shades off and everything, but replaced them with neat spectacles.

Scar half-turns, addressing everyone either standing or sitting around the tables behind him. "Hey! Our guests of honor have arrived. Let's make them feel welcome, shall we?"

No one's really listening. Maybe a couple of his friends, who nod absently or turn to catch sight of the stragglers in question. The conversations carry anyway. Their volume doesn't falter. Neither does the music, but that's only fair. The piano's downstairs. And a trumpet? There might be a trumpet; he isn't sure. So Scar doesn't grab his cane or push away from the banister. This position gives him a nice angle to oversee the room anyway.

I'd like to see Grian make a move on his 'secret soulmate' tonight of all nights…

Scar almost dressed in yellow too. For a while, he toyed with the idea of a light shade to match his zookeeper shirt… but this is a Double Life afterparty. Tonight, he and Grian are freshly on their red lives (after a doozy of a session with back to back deaths). While Jimmy had confessed he suspected at least one person to get knocked out of the series today, he probably hadn't anticipated four perma-deaths and the last greens of the server getting knocked down to red.

So in the sparse moments between logging out and arriving here, he switched to wearing black. It's thumb- thneed- thematically appropriate! The shirt cuts a V straight down his chest, exposing at least a little of his pecs. It's actually lacy, showing a lot more of his torso and his arms beneath his sleeves than anything most of his friends are wearing. And he didn't skimp on the fake silver gemstones either. Blue and purple flowers coat one side of his hair, mostly attached with barrettes.

Is this the right fit for a ballroom party? Probably not. But it's accented with black and white, like his on-server red life skin, and that's good enough for him. Scar lifts the wooden cup in his hand to his lips again. Raw binary code prickles on his tongue. He went half and half on this fill, working his way out of 0s and up to 1s. Some of his friends are drinking their 1s straight already. No surprise. They've been here 40 minutes, chatting and laughing even without BigB and Ren around. Maybe the Box Boys feared they'd be overshadowed by Jimmy and Tango. Those two have certainly stolen the evening tonight. But then, Jimmy deserves to. Out of everyone here tonight, he does.

BigB and Ren aren't even halfway up the staircase yet. They take every step together, moving in their ghostly whispered way. Ren keeps a light grip on BigB's wrist. BigB's antennae roll inward. They glint silver in the lantern light. Scar watches his eyes slip sideways. How strange to see him with his chocolate-brown eyes here in the Between dimension, no longer under the influence of a life either yellow or red. It's been a while.

Maybe tonight, he and I can finally talk face to face… without him trying to kill me.

Scar takes another sip of binary, this time more slowly. The 1s prickle and pop against his lips. Why not? BigB's out of the game now. No further need to dance around it, delaying his own gratification with pretty lies of I'll catch him next time; I'll do it on-camera; I want Grian to be around for this.

… He'd maybe like Grian to be around. Just, y'know… if it comes up. Grian's two tables away, one leg stretched out pretty far. His twin's with him… They've been talking for ten minutes by now. Scar can't help but wonder if it's all a front to prevent anyone else starting a conversation.

Or at least one person from starting a conversation.

You know… He and Grian never really did sort out the whole red life thing. If, like, he's mad.

BigB's fingers close around the collar of Ren's vest. He pulls him down, speaking words Scar can't make out from here. They look as though they're spoken through gritted teeth. Ren listens, pointed ears twitching, and finally rasps his tongue up BigB's cheek. BigB sighs, but doesn't say anything else. He leans that cheek on Ren's shoulder. Ren pats his arm, leading him up the stairs again with all the grace of a king.

I wonder if he's told BigB anything about his status as a king back on Hermitcraft. BigB's into history or something, right? Maybe he'd find that neat.

Scar isn't the only one watching the Box Boys from the balcony. As Scar tilts his wooden cup back and forth, debating whether it'd be a bad idea to get another refill, a finger reaches out to tap his shoulder. Oh? Scar turns his head. He's greeted by a face similar to his own, smiling grimly… Similar buff body, well taken care of, though this man's dressed in silver instead of red. He's partly translucent, flickering when you look at him head-on… but then, he sort of always is.

"What?"

BadTimeWithScar tips his head towards one shoulder. He lifts his wrist, indicating his communicator. Scar's eyes fall to his own.

"Oh. Sorry, hang on…"

He presses a couple buttons, pulling open the messages on his comm. The swelling music's incredibly loud right now. But there's a note from BadTime waiting for him, plain and simple. Scar studies it for several seconds, rearranging the blurry letters in his mind.

BadTimeWithScar: tag team the grians? BadTimeWithScar: i mean if youre not going to make a move for us… BadTimeWithScar: I will ;)

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Dread by the Decade: Gaslight

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★★★★½

Plot: Hoping to conceal a dark secret, a man tries to convince his new wife that she is losing her mind.

Review: An incredible tale of psychological manipulation and domestic abuse that emotionally drains the viewer as much as it captivates them.

Source Material: Gas Light by Patrick Hamilton Year: 1940 Genre: Psychological Horror, Mystery Country: United Kingdom Language: English Runtime: 1 hour 24 minutes

Director: Thorold Dickinson Writers: A. R. Rawlinson, Bridget Boland Cinematographer: Bernard Knowles Editor: Sidney Cole Composer: Richard Addinsell Cast: Diana Wynyard, Anton Walbrook, Frank Pettingell, Cathleen Cordell, Minnie Rayner, Jimmy Hanley

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Story: 4.5/5 - Its handling of mental abuse is shockingly realistic and harrowing. And, though its mystery isn't particularly difficult to figure out, the tension it invokes is thick.

Performances: 4.5/5 - Walbrook is incredible as Paul, so believable in how he portrays an abuser who flips from doting to cruel that it's often hard to watch. Wynyard is similarly great as the fraying Bella.

Cinematography: 4/5 - Good use of layering to create disorienting shots.

Editing: 4/5

Music: 4/5

Choreography & Stunts: 4/5 - The can-can sequence is brief but hypnotic.

Sets: 4.5/5 - Though limited, they're lavish and feel lived-in.

Costumes, Hair, & Make-Up: 4/5 - The costuming is just gorgeous—especially Bella's.

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Trigger Warnings:

Mild violence

Domestic and emotional abuse

Implications of sex under false pretenses

Brief sexual harassment

Misogyny (period appropriate)

Mentions of institutionalization

Classism (period appropriate)

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Note: I apologize for taking so long (much longer than I wanted to take) to get this out for you to read; but I want to thank you for your immense patience and I hope that the quality of this imagine makes up for having to wait.

Also, I used a couple prompts you sent me which are highlighted in bold. Thank you for sending me the prompts.

Last note, I did try my best to edit the imagine but I'm not sure if I missed anything. If I did, please excuse the mistakes etc.

That about covers it. Please feel free to request again and feel free to be as details as you like, the more details the better.

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Being an only child was one thing, but when you pair that with your father being high up in the echelon of the FBI, you have a recipe for disaster. Especially if you are anything like Y/N and the only way you could cope with your father's job was by falling in with the wrong crowd, eventually getting yourself arrested and charged with minor offenses.

Sure, they weren't near as severe as former convicted criminal turned FBI operative James Keene's were, but they were still enough to make her father disappointed and feel as though he had to work harder to prove to his bosses that he was an upstanding and law-abiding citizen.

Y/N knew how much the FBI meant to her father, which is why she made it her mission to rewrite the wrongs she had done in her past. She wanted to make her parents proud and the best way she knew to do that was to follow in one of her parents' footsteps. In this case, it was her father's footsteps.

She had gone to her father one rainy afternoon, begging him to let her help with a recent case that was in jeopardy of going cold. She was good with problem-solving and she was amazing at investigating things. She had been since she was a small child. It's why her parents could never hide her Christmas gifts at their house and always hid them at Y/N's grandparents' house.

Robert was reluctant but knew that Y/N wouldn't let it go until he accepted her pleas. He allowed her to look over the case files, and ever since that afternoon, Y/N began her job as an FBI operative.

This takes us to today. Y/N sat in the passenger seat of an old beat-up truck with broken air conditioning, whilst the sweltering heat made beads of sweat cling to her brow. She wiped the sweat away and tied her hair up into a high messy bun in the hopes that it would help with the heat. It didn't. It only made things worse if you asked her. The baby hairs at the nape of her neck were forced into little ringlets, refusing to be tamed. She growled in annoyance and returned to the open map on her lap.

"This is ridiculous. Are we there yet?" Y/N groaned, hoping her partner on this case would tell her they were.

He turned his head to face her and looked at her over the rim of his dark sunglasses while his hair flopped in his face, clearly not appreciating the heat either.

"Why are you asking me that again?" Jimmy asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

Y/N continued looking at the map even though she could feel his lingering gaze on her.

"Is the pretty boy losing his marbles?" Y/N cooed sarcastically, smirking at him afterwards.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road ahead of him.

"You're the one with the map, so if anyone knows how close we are to the town, it's you." He remarked, making Y/N roll her eyes this time.

She was about to reply when a large sign saying 'Welcome to Arizona' passed by them in a flash.

"Well, now we both know we are close." She said with sarcasm.

Jimmy refused to say anything else. Normally he wouldn't mind working with others on a case but Y/N was starting to feel like a thorn in his side. She would sass him when he asked her a question, or she would remain silent and stare out her window and God forbid he ask her to look at a map. Oh and another thing, when he said he was driving and she wasn't, she scoffed and pouted.

He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to yell at her or kiss that put off her face. He decided against both choices though as he knew he'd probably have ever loving shit out of him. Something told him that the woman beside him was a tough one and was a force to be reckoned with, especially with how well-known her father was. Jimmy was sure that Y/N could make his death look like an accident if she wanted to.

After another couple of hours of driving and bickering back and forth, Jimmy and Y/N arrived at their motel.

"Uh, are you sure this is it? It looks so-" Y/N started before Jimmy chimed in.

"Charming, American, yadda yadda." He said, listing off words, waving his hand in the air.

"No, I was going to say gross, dingy, dilapidated, and damn near abandoned." She answered, feeling nervous about what awaited them in the small office building with dirt and cobweb-covered windows.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Jimmy said confidently but Y/N could see through that confident facade. She knew he felt the same.

"Are you fucking blind Keene, it's beyond a shit hole and if we're the next victims of murder, I'm blaming you." Y/N said through gritted teeth as she followed him to the office.

Once they reached the tiny box that was the office, they stepped inside and instantly Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth as she attempted and failed at suppressing a gag. The smell of old urine, old smoke, musty carpets, mold, and other odors embraced every nook and cranny with their vile scents. Even Jimmy wanted to puke and he had seen and smelled some pretty intense things in his lifetime.

Jimmy looked behind him to make sure that Y/N was ok but by the fact that her complexion had turned white with a hint of green, he knew she needed air, however hot and suffocating it was outside.

He was about to tell Y/N to wait outside when a man resembling hamburglar walked out of what appeared to be a small room. He was covered in sweat and dirt. He smelt of old cigarettes and stale beer. His hair wet with sweat, stuck out at odd ends as it curled from the heat.

"She good?" The man asked through a mumble as he pointed at Y/N, clocking the way she was acting.

She looked at Jimmy and silently begged him to make something up or was it to let her wait outside, he couldn’t tell.

When she tried to hold another gag, he knew it was to let her wait outside, so he took the keys out of his pocket.

"Car sick. Takes her a while to get over it." Jimmy said, handing Y/N the keys, fully trusting her to not drive off without him.

She snatched the keys from him and hurried outside just in time.

The men watched the woman for a minute before they went on with the business of sorting out a room.

Thankfully It didn’t take too long to check in before Jimmy could rejoin the outside world. He was glad for that fact as the extremely pungent smell in the office was starting to get to him and turn his gills green.

Y/N watched the man breathing deeply and dramatically from where she was in the truck and chuckled to herself. He looked absolutely ridiculous huffing and puffing in his now off white tank top and blue Levi jeans. Why he chose to wear jeans in a hot climate was beyond her, especially since he opted to wear boots on his feet. Ones that didn’t look like they were made for the desert.

“Are you just going to stand there or can we actually go to our room?” Y/N asked as she pooped her head out of the passenger side window.

Jimmy ignored her but made his way over to the truck. He was eager to get to the room and see if it looked better or worse then the front of this so called establishment.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Keene?! I am not sharing a bed with you!” Y/N exclaimed as she and Jimmy stood in front of the only bed in the room. The bed that looked like no one had washed its sheets in decades…no, make that in centuries.

“Sleep in the truck then.” Jimmy said as he put his bag on the bed.

Y/N gasped and picked his bag back up. SHe was appalled that he wasn’t even questioning what the hell was going on here.

“Don’t do that, you don’t know what diseases are hiding there.” She told him.

“I’m almost touched that you care about me.” He said.

“I care about the bag. Do you know how long bacteria can stay on something like your bag.” She shrieked, making Jimmy roll his eyes.

“Why don’t we drive around looking for another place to stay because I’m telling you right now, the FBI hates us.” Y/N said.

“Why don’t you just stop bitching about this place. It may not be ideal but it’s a place to rest and work.” Jimmy warned her.

“I am not bitching. This place is vile and I really don’t want to stay here.” Y/N replied.

“At least it’s not a prison.” He said. He had her there.

“With a choice between this place and prison, I choose prison.” Y/N said, looking at the man square on.

“You aren’t going to budge on this are you?” Jimmy asked.

“Not a chance in fucking hell. I’d rather lick Satan’s asshole than stay here.” Y/N said, making Jimmy chuckle.

“Alright, fine. Put the bags back in the truck. I’ll tell him we had family members insist we stay with them.” Jimmy said, giving in.

Y/N threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

“Thank you!” Y/N said as she took their bags to the truck while Jimmy locked their room door.

25 minutes later, Jimmy and Y/N had found an even better motel. It was one that actually looked inviting and not like something straight out of a horror movie. The reception smelled clean, looked clean and the staff were so nice and less fat and sweaty.

Unfortunately for Y/N, the only room they had available had one bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share a bed because she hated Jimmy, rather it was the idea that if she was to sleep next to him, she may do things that were…unbecoming of a respectable woman shall we say and completely unprofessional.

“Still?” Jimmy sighed, noticing the look on her face at the mention of their room only having one bed…again.

“You know what, no. Because you were my knight in shining armor back there and saved me from a night of horrors, I’ll keep my thoughts on sharing a bed quiet.” Y/N said, patting Jimmy on the shoulder.

Jimmy raised his brow at her and decided against replying. He’d save his remark for later.

“Come on Keene, I’m tired.” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked toward the door. Jimmy shook his head and followed suit.

Finally settled in their room, Y/N sat on her side of the bed looking over a case file while Jimmy showered and rinsed off the last few hours. Y/N had previously done the same and boy, what a world of good that did her. She felt refreshed and happier.

“Did you know that this motel is closer to the prep’s house and to the route he took.” Y/N called as she heard the water shut off.

“We should scout it out.” Jimmy suggested as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist.

Y/N pretended not to notice how fit the man in front of her was but with how quiet Y/N became, Jimmy smirked to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked, trying not to look up at him.

So many replies were flying around Jimmy’s mind but he didn’t want to embarrass Y/N or give her a reason to get all pissy with him.

“I spotted a burger king down the street.” He said as he slipped his clothes on back in the bathroom.

“And?” Y/N asked, refocusing on re-reading the paragraphs on the paperwork.

“Are you hungry?” Jimmy questioned as he padded back to the room and plopped on the bed next to Y/N.

Y/N stopped reading and looked at the tv on the wall, deciding if she was hungry or not.

“I could eat.” Y/N said after a minute. Jimmy nodded and stood up.

“Let’s go then.” He said as he got his things together.

“Oh, I thought you were going to get it and come back.” Y/N admitted, feeling dejected. She loved the idea of getting fast food and eating it in the motel bed while watching cartoons.

“I could do that or we could get it and eat in the restaurant and then go for a drive.” He suggested, loving the idea of seeing what else this town had to offer and maybe scouting out where the crimes took place.

“You go enjoy, I’ll just order a pizza or something.” Y/N said, putting her head back down.

“Suit yourself.” Jimmy said, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed and a little hurt that he would leave her alone on their first night here in favor of going for a drive.

Jimmy walked out the door and got into the truck and felt a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. There was something about Y/N’s demeanor that told him she was excited at the possibility of a motel room picnic, if that’s what you want to call it that.

Taking a deep breath, Jimmy got out of the truck and unlocked the room door.

“Change your mind?” Y/N asked, now flipping through the tv for something to watch.

“What burger do you want?” Jimmy asked.

Y/N’s gaze shot to Jimmy and he could see a spark of joy shine in her eyes.

“What about your drive?” She questioned.

“Just answer the question before I change my mind Y/N.” Jimmy said and for the first time since meeting her, Y/N gave him a genuine smile and he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat.

“You got a pen?” She asked, knowing that she wanted a few things.

Jimmy grabbed a pen from the small desk in the room and a piece of paper.

“Hit me with it.” He told her.

“Ok, I want an extra large whopper meal, a large order of onion rings, an extra large chicken nugget meal and a chocolate sundae. I also want two cheeseburgers and a chicken burger.” She said, making Jimmy’s eyes bug out of his head.

“Damn.” Jimmy remarked.

“What? I’m thinking of breakfast tomorrow and if I know anything from traveling as a kid, it’s that burger king always tastes better cold and for breakfast the next morning.” She explained.

“Never thought of that.” Jimmy said as he finished writing her order. “Anything else or is that all?” He asked.

Y/N thought for a minute.

“One more thing?” She questioned.

“Fuck me, ok.” He said as he put pen to paper again.

“A caramel sundae as well as the chocolate one.” She said, remembering her mother’s tradition of mixing the caramel and chocolate sundaes together.

“To confirm, you want an extra large whopper meal, an extra large chicken nugget meal, a large order of onion rings, a chicken burger, two cheeseburgers, a chocolate sundae and a caramel sundae.” Jimmy said, reading the list carefully.

“Yup, that should do it.” She said proudly. She was excited for cartoons while she ate. It was going to be just as fun as when she was a kid and on holiday with her mom when her dad was away working.

“Awesome.” Jimmy said as he headed toward the door.

He barely had his hand on the doorknob when Y/N spoke up again.

“Jimmy?” Y/N asked. He turned to face her, waiting for her response.

“Thanks for getting all that.” She said, genuinely.

“You’re welcome.” He muttered, opening the door, heading to get their food.

While Jimmy was out getting their food and some other treats he wanted from the store, Y/N got the room ready for the night and for their fast food feast.

She untucked the blankets on the bed and set up a partition in the middle of the bed so their sides were clearly marked, she turned on the nickelodeon channel ready for the cartoon binge fest and she had changed into her cozy pj’s. She didn’t care that they were oversized and granny looking. The point was that she was comfortable and had room for all her food.

When she was done with all of that, Y/N sat back on the bed and watched spongebob. It was one of her favorite cartoons to watch while she was traveling. It gave her a sense of nostalgia.

This particular episode, spongebob and Patrick were up to their usual chaotic mischief and every moment of the episode, Y/N was in a fit of giggles so loud Jimmy could hear them as he came back with the mass amount of food.

“Uh, a little help.” Jimmy said as he struggled to balance the items in his hands.

“Oh my god Jimmy, that’s way more than what I asked for.” Y/N told him.

“Thank you captain obvious, I hadn’t noticed.” He sassed her.

“Ok, Ok, no need to snap.” She said.

Y/N set the burger king bags etc. on the bed and the rest of the things she placed on the small desk.

“That’s everything.” Jimmy said as he entered the room with four six packs of beer.

“Beer?” Y/N asked, surprised that Jimmy drank beer. She took him as a wine guy after all.

“It goes with the chips I got.” He said.

Y/N squinted at him.

“What kind of chips?” She questioned.

“Salt n vinegar and bbq.” He replied.

“I approve.” She said.

“Good to know.” He said.

“So is it a split situation?” She asked.

“For what?” He asked in reply.

“For the beer.” She responded.

“Uh, yeah. 12 for me, 12 for you.” He said.

“Thank you.” Y/N said as she sat down to eat her melting ice creams.

Jimmy soon joined her in eating his food and the both of them laughed and reminisced while they watched cartoon after cartoon.

In fact, they’d go as far as saying they bonded over their festivities. Jimmy learned things no one knew about Y/N and Y/N learned things no one knew about Jimmy.

At 2am, Jimmy woke up with a start. It wasn’t a new thing. He had been having nightmares ever since he had left Springfield and as much as he tried to rid those thoughts and memories from his mind, it never seemed to do much good.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N muttered lowly, feeling Jimmy stir beside her.

He didn’t want Y/N to know the truth so he came up with a quick lie, hoping it would appease her.

“You were snoring.” He said hurriedly.

Y/N knew that she didn’t snore but she had to give him kudos for all the lies he was able to think up on the spot. It took some real talent to do that.

“I do not snore. You liar.” She scoffed.

Jimmy sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me but you don’t have to lie either.” Y/N said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jimmy replied, turning over to face her so that he could see her better.

“Don’t let this get in your head but you’re a good guy Jimmy and whatever is bothering you, you shouldn’t let it overtake the goodness you have.” Y/N said.

Jimmy smiled. He knew that she was right and it made him feel good to know that someone saw that he wasn’t just a pretty face like so many women had told him. Y/N could see something in him that held promise and that made his heart happy.

“Is there anything I can do that will help you go back to sleep?” Y/N asked, not knowing that Jimmy had already fallen asleep again. His body feeling exhausted from the day’s events.

“Rest easy Jimmy and don’t worry, I’m right here.” She whispered, kissing his cheek gently.

-Fin-

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