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fuckinthewholetown · 27 days

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Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter One

I’m kind of shitting myself posting this but, it is what it is. If you think it’s shit, feel free to tell me, but please be nice or I will cry. I’ve also only skimmed over this so if there’s any typos, please tell me so I can fix this.

Tags: Slight angst, swearing, mentions of religion, gay, probably bad writing

Word Count: 2309

As much as you love touring, you’re the first person to admit it can get repetitive. Wake up in a random hotel room, get to the venue, sound check, perform, and repeat.

However, today is different. Today you’re performing a sold out show at Wembley Stadium to 90,000 people. This is the day you’ve dreamt about since you were five, giving one woman performances to your parents in your living room. And the cherry on top is you get to do it with four of your best mates.

Your day starts off as normal, doing your skincare routine in a hotel bathroom in the heart of London. You’re living the dream. That is until you hear a knock at your door. As you’re walking over to answer it, you pull your hair out of the makeshift pony tail it was in previously. Before you could fully open the door, it barges open and your guitarist and best friend Maddie O’Connell storms into the room.

“We need to talk.” She says, pacing back and forth.

“Ok, calm down. There’s absolutely no reason to be this stressed. Take a crystal.” You say, pulling some green agate out of your bra. You’re met with no response, just a deadpan stare. “Noted, not in a crystals mood. What’s up, this is the best day of our careers, it must be something big to get you this stressed.”

“You have to look me in the eye and promise that you’re not going to freak out” She says, sitting down on a seat in the corner of the room.

“I promise. Unless you’re shagging Matty Healy or Harry Styles, then I revoke that promise”

“Not exactly… It’s Ross” She says, refusing to look you in the eye. You stay silent, internally freaking out but refusing to break the promise you made to her. She takes this as you not understanding what she’s on about “Ross Macdonald… The bassist of the”

“Yes, I know who you’re on about!” You say, cutting her off before she can say anything else and send you into even more of a mental breakdown. You stand up, now it’s your turn to pace the room. “You’re fucking the bassist of my favourite band and you just conveniently don’t tell me until 5 hours before the biggest show of our careers? I love you to death, but you need to get better timing babes”

“I know,” she says, still refusing to make eye contact with you, “and we’re not fucking. Well, we are but it’s more than that. I like him, and I think he likes me.”

“How long?”

“Six months…”

“Six months!” This information is enough to stop you in your tracks, “you’ve been shagging the human equivalent of Jesus for 6 months and you forgot to mention it!”

“I’m sorry! I knew you’d freak out because you’re a big fan and I wanted to make sure it was serious before I got your hopes up. However, I’ve kinda been forced into telling you.”

You sit back down, confused over her last statement. “What do you mean forced into telling me? If one of the girls is secretly a bitch and forcing you into this, we can become a group of four. I’m a big boy, I can sing and play an instrument at the same time.” That half joke is enough to make her finally make eye contact with you.

“It’s nothing like that, the girls don’t know yet you’re the first person I told. I’ve been forced into telling you because they’re coming tonight, all four of them are watching the show.” And that statement is the straw that broke the camels back, you’re officially freaking out.

“What? They’re watching us tonight? All four of them are watching us? Oh god, I have to look Matty Healy in the eyes knowing I’ve read the dirtiest tumblr fanfiction about him. I read one of him as a priest, oh god I’m going to hell!” You say, putting your head into your hands. Maddie on the other hand does not see the seriousness of this situation and bursts out laughing.

“Him as a priest? Didn’t strike you as the religious type.” A chuckle escapes your lips as you finally return the eye contact.

“I went to an all girls catholic school actually, I love Jesus.”

“You came out of that school with minor alcoholism and even more gay than you were when you went in, I think Jesus would be disappointed.” She quips back. You laugh, standing back up from your slight mental breakdown.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. When are they getting here?”

“Just before sound check.”

“Before sound check?” You respond, falling back into your mental breakdown. “That’s in less than an hour. I’m meeting my celebrity crush and your new fuck buddy in less than an hour? Get the fuck out, I need to do a full face in 20 minutes!”

You all but push her out the hotel room, scrambling to get ready for the biggest moment of your life.

After somehow managing to do your hair, makeup, and put on a hot ass outfit in under an hour, you walked into the green room at Wembley Stadium. What met your eyes was what could best be described as a sight out of 16 year olds you’s wet dream. All four members of The 1975 sat around the table, gossiping about who knows what. As you walk in, the room goes silent. Luckily, your bandmates are there to quell the awkwardness. The pianist of your band, Sienna Turner is the first to speak.

“Boys,” She says, standing up and dragging you by the forearm into the circle, “this is Y/N!” You were expecting to be met with blank stares, but instead the boys jump up to greet you, tackling you into bear hugs. It’s a warm welcome off everyone. Well, mostly everyone. The man you’ve loved since you were a teenager stays sat in the corner of the room, closed off and refusing to even acknowledge your existence. You figure it’s probably just him being an introvert, so you go over to introduce yourself personally.

“Hey.” You say, hoping for any kind of response. You don’t get one. No acknowledgement, no hey back, not even a snarky comment, he just ignores you. This is not how you imagined this day would go.

“Damn,” you follow up, “I knew you’re an Aries, but I didn’t think you’d act so much like one.” You let out a slight chuckle. He, on the other hand, does not find this so funny.

“Good God.” He responds, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

He hates you. The man you’ve been enamored by for almost 10 years despises you. The only possible explanation is he’s seen your private TikTok reposts of endless thirst traps of himself. Nevertheless, you had a show to do. And if there’s on thing you can do despite external feelings, it’s fucking shit up on stage. You nail sound check, sounding better than you ever have. Probably a mix of adrenaline and frustration over the fact that your childhood crush seemingly hates you for absolutely no reason.

You exit stage after sound check, immediately going back to the green room to get ready for the actual show. As you’re getting your makeup and hair done, conversation flows. You and your friends are talking to the boys as if you’ve been friends for years and you didn’t just meet them an hour ago.

“So, Y/N. You’re into like crystals and shit aren’t you? What’s that like, I don’t really get it.” George says, turning all eyes on you.

“It’s not for everyone, but I find comfort in manifestation and things like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think incense will cure cancer but keeping rose quartz in my bra definitely isn’t going to hinder my love life.” You laugh, trying to keep your response brief.

“Bullshit.” Comes from the corner of the room. The first words you’ve heard from Matty since your brief conversation earlier in the day. The room falls silent and you feel a red hue cover your face. The longer the silence, the thicker the tension in the air. You clear your throat, trying to restrain yourself from going over to him and giving him a black eye.

“Like I said, it isn’t for everyone. I was cleansing my room once and my mum thought I was smoking weed. When I told her what I was doing, I think she’d have preferred if I was doing drugs.” Everyone starts laughing and the room erupts into conversation again as if nothing happened. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Matty in the corner of your eye. He never seems to move, his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. As you zone out of the conversation, your mind moves to deciphering why on Earth he could hate you so much. Nothing comes to mind, you’ve never met him before and you’ve definitely said nothing bad about him publically. Quite the opposite in fact, as last year a drunk video of you singing Robbers went viral on TikTok.

You zoned out for so long, before you knew it it was time to go on stage and perform the biggest show of your life.

“Ok girlies!” Ava Fletcher, the drummer in your band and also the member you’ve known the longest, speaks up. “This is it. No pressure but there’s 90 thousand people out there who’ve come specifically to watch us, so if we put on a shit performance our careers are probably over. But absolutely no pressure, just have a good show.” You laugh, leaning into the group hug you do before every show however this one felt different. The sense of adrenaline and fear within the group was unlike anything before. There was a lot riding on this show, and if you fucked it up a lot of people would be disappointed. However, all of these feelings are washed away when you’re wrapped into a hug by George.

“Blow their fucking minds out their.” He whispers into your ear. All feelings of nervousness are washed away when you realise you’re being hugged by the drummer of your favourite band. You go around, being given motivational speeches by every member of the band. Well, almost every member other than, you guessed it, Matty. He encouraged every member of your band except you, walking off before you could get to him.

The beginning of every show is always the worst. Hearing the roaring crowds increases your heart rate tenfold, but the stakes are even higher for this show. With one last group hug, you put your in ears in and run on stage, ready to start the show. As the show goes on, you occasionally glance side of stage to where the boys are standing. Everytime you make eye contact with them, they give you an encouraging smile or thumbs up. Matty on the other hand continues to evade eye contact, choosing to watch a different member of the band. However that didn’t stop you from putting on one hell of a show, and that’s what you did. You blew the metaphorical roof of that stadium, it was arguably the best show you ever did. The adrenaline high you had once you ran off stage couldn’t be ruined, even by a moody former celebrity crush.

The moment you exit stage, you’re immediately crushed by a massive group hug involving your band and the boys. Despite all of this, the only thing you can focus on is the hand around your waist. It’s Matty. You don’t think he meant it, instinctively putting it there when he was dragged into the hug. Nonetheless the area he was holding felt like it was burning under his touch, his calloused hands leaving marks on the skin underneath them. The group hug is cut short when he pulls away, clearing his throat slightly and going back to cradling his drink.

You do the rounds, talking to everyone backstage and discussing the nuances of the show and how amazing the audience were. This repetitive conversation continues until you get back around to him. You expect to be met with no eye contact, maybe an eye roll if you were lucky, but what happens next surprises you.

“You did alright out there, Princess.” The confusion on your face is palpable, at both the nickname and his sudden talkative nature. “Princess, like Princess Kida from The Lost City of Atlantis. It’s funny because,” you cut him off.

“Our band name is Lost Atlantis, yeah I get it. It’s funny.” You respond, a dead pan expression on your face. The tension was obvious, you could cut it with a knife. That is until Moon Dixon, your bassist, comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug.

“We’re all going back to Maddie's place to have a few drinks, you joining us?” She says, mostly to you but including Matty in the conversation as well.

“Yeah, let me get into something less sweaty and gross first though.” You laugh, trying to hide your disappointment as he walks off to join the rest of his band.

Get over yourself, you thought to yourself as you walked back up to your dressing room. Just because Mattys a dick doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the best day of your life. You just performed your biggest show ever, and three out of the four members are lovely. But despite this, you can’t get the curly haired man out of your mind. You see him every time you blink. How have you gone from badass pop girlie to pathetic simp in the space of three hours?

Chapter Two

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fiddles-ifs · 9 months

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〔 DEMO (COMING SOON!) 〕〔 CHARACTERS 〕〔 PLAYLIST 〕

Rated 18+ for violence and sexual content. Trigger warnings will be provided at the beginning of each chapter.

Twenty-seven years ago, the Giants woke up. Behemoth machines powered by AI machine learning, they destroyed much of the infrastructure of the world in a period known as The Fall. Humanity retreated to walled Cities -- first Kowloon, then others. And then Rider happened. A shining star in a half-formed mech, Rider beat back the Giants and became humanity's first and greatest hope. Then they died. And now there's you -- a carbon copy ten years later, built from a smattering of cells to kill the Giants and set the Cities free, an exact replica of the Rider the world knew and loved. You are one link in a chain of fallen soldiers. Cannon fodder, in smooth, pretty, porcelain white mechs. The white knights of the globe. They named you Fury. You're about to prove them right.

〔 FEATURES 〕

Customizable MC. Play as male, female, or non-binary; trans or cisgender; customizable pronouns.* Customize your appearance.

An angry clone. The anger keeps you alive, sure -- but what about the rest of you? Is your anger calm or explosive? Do you prefer to solve problems with violence or words? Do you meet problems head on, or work around them?

Who was Rider to you? Someone to look up to? A rival? A messiah?

Romance!! Or not!!!! Two romance options. Play as gay, straight, bisexual, or asexual; aro or alloromantic.

Get in the robot, Fury. Pilot your mech, DANIEL, and fight giant robots on the post-apocalyptic Great Plains. Exploit their weaknesses as rogue AI -- or just beat them into paste.

〔 ROMANCE OPTIONS 〕

Lane Black Kettle. [They/them] An Off-Gridder raised in surprisingly pleasant post-apocalyptia, Lane is in City 17 possibly illegally -- and definitely has a warrant out for their arrest. They can show you the nitty gritty underbelly of City 17, and a unique perspective on life outside the Walls. You just have to let each other in. Flavor of romance: The Outsider, enemies to lovers, snark as a love language.

Matthew "Mattie" Sorenson. [He/him] A computer genius whose obsession with the Giants tends to put people off, bug his overwhelming charisma and jovial nature reel them in again. Mattie wants to fix humanity's mistakes -- and you will help him. Flavor of romance: The Insider, competing egos, saving the world (and each other)

〔 OTHER DRAMATIS PERSONAE 〕

Luka Marik. [He/him] Your creator, the Alpha and Omega -- and a sad little man. Originally the creator of the mechs used to fight the Giants, Rider's death has left him with one purpose -- to bring them back to life.

Rider. [He/him or she/her] Begone, foul spirit, and let me not mourn you! Your genetic template, messianic savior of humanity, tragically killed in action ten years ago. Haunter of your narrative, very much against your will.

*Although many characters assume Fury is cis, the player will have several opportunities as the story progresses to transition -- including changing Fury's pronouns and aspects of their gender expression. Fury's transition will be a major plot point, if the player so chooses.

〔 TAGS + LINKS 〕

[FITM ASKS] [LANE] | [MATTIE] | [MARIK] [DISCORD]

#erinys: fury in the machine #intro post #interactive fiction #twine wip #cyberpunk #mecha

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not-alien-girl-v · 9 months

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Disconnected (Matty Healy)

warning: not smut but it might as well be. mentions of doing the dirty but. it doesn’t happen. you know. also george gets roasted sorry georgenation

note: meow

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he collapses on top of you, sweat coating his bare skin. a long exhale releases from his lungs as he sinks into your body. you keep your hands on his back, rubbing up and down comfortingly, soothing the angry red marks left by your nails just a few minutes ago.

he hums in contentment and places featherlight kisses to the right side of your neck. you giggle and push him off you.

“what? done with me already?” you don’t say anything, expecting him to just fall asleep like he usually does at the end of your ‘after he gets back from the studio quickie.’ it’s not always like this, your sex life with him, this is just one, predictable aspect of it.

it’s almost like you both know how good he fucks you when you ask for it, that it makes up for all the simple, mundane sex you have most of the time.

suddenly, he turns to his side, propping his head up on his hand, and his silent stare is harrowing. “yes?” you ask him, wishing you could read his mind. sometimes you swear he can read yours.

“can i ask you something?” he doesn’t meet your eyes when he says this, and you can only assume the worst.

1. would you still love me if i was gay?

2. will you help me bury the body?

3. when i die of terminal cancer, will you promise not to remarry?

you’ve just been staring at him staring at the crisp white bedsheets and when he looks into your eyes, you are reminded that he can’t actually read your mind, and your attempts at telepathic communication are feeble.

“sure, baby.”

“ok. i’m gonna ask you, and no matter what your answer is, i promise i won’t get mad. you hear me?”

“yes?”

he reaches out to grab your arm, “i mean it, i won’t get mad, i’m just genuinely curious, i’m not fishing for a compliment or anything, i just really want to know.”

what on earth is he on about?

“just ask your question.”

he sighs again. “who’s the best man you’ve ever hooked up with?”

you close your eyes in a mix of both confusion and a bit of disappointment. “like… character-wise or sex-wise?”

“sex-wise.”

you nod, about to say something.

he doesn’t let you.

“i bet it was george, wasn’t it. i’m sure of it. god, when you two hooked up, he was in his prime. i mean, not that he isn’t fit now, i’m sure he still fucks, but back then… i bet he knew what he was doing. how was it with him? be honest, i won’t be upset.”

you just smile silently as he can never shut his big mouth. “that’s pretty gay.”

he chuckles at your response, still egging you on for a real response. “come on, he’s a drummer, so obviously, he’s got rhythm, and he’s a very big boy, so you know he’s got the size.”

you reach forward to brush a stray curl behind his ear, enjoying his beautiful tranquility for as long as you can, because you know he will inevitably get riled up the more this conversation continues.

“i’m starting to think you just want to hear about what it’d be like to fuck your friends,” you brush your fingers through his hair continuously, and he closes his eyes, nearly forgetting about your conversation.

“you’re changing the subject darling,” he leans into your touch.

“so you’re saying you don’t want to know? what it would be like?”

he opens his eyes, “of course i want to know! we’re all straight men in committed relationships to beautiful women, i may never get the experience.”

you rest your hand on the edge of his face, rubbing his temple in circles with your thumb. “you know, if you ever wanted to fuck any of them, i think i’d let you. it’s only fair, since me and george, you know.”

“it wouldn’t be the same, though, because when you and him fucked, we weren’t together yet, i hadn’t told you i liked you. it would mean too much if i shagged my mates now since you and i are you know… whatever.”

you gasp in amusement, “did you really just refer to our relationship as whatever?”

he pouts, but you know he’s laughing on the inside. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine, i guess.”

“wait, you never answered my question!”

“alright. i’ll get into it. you ready?” he nods, looking more prepared than you are for what’s to come. “george was… i mean… it was good. to somebody else, maybe it was great. but to me? i don’t know, we just didn’t mix well together.”

“what d’you mean, baby?”

“like, okay, you look at a guy like that, you assume a certain thing from him while fucking. like you go into doing it with a level of expectations, somewhat high, and he just didn’t meet them.”

“can you be a little more vague? i think i’m almost understanding you, god forbid that happen.”

“fine, fine. truth is, he was too gentle. like you said, he’s a drummer, he’s super muscular, and he’s huge, you expect him to give a rough fucking or even something adjacent to it, and like, i mean, i’m a big girl, i can take it, but every 5 minutes was like ‘are you okay?’ ‘is this too much’ ‘do you need me to stop?’ you’d have thought he was a virgin the way he was so awkward and nervous and gentle. it was weird.”

“that is weird. i never thought that’s how it would be with him.”

“did i ruin the magic for you? now that you know fucking your best friend would be underwhelming?”

“it wasn’t magic, more morbid curiosity,” he speaks.

“morbid? it’s not like we’re talking about fucking a dead body, it’s just george.”

“agree to disagree, my love.” he gets up, butt ass naked, and pulls on some clean boxers from his closet. then, he stops in his tracks, and turns around to face you again. “wait, answer the question, for real this time. i won’t be mad.”

“it’s you.” you speak it plain, simple, and true. you wonder why he even debated the question.

“really?”

“really. it’s always been you.”

“aw, that’s so sweet. just don’t go getting feelings for me, i’m a lone wolf, don’t do relationships,” he warns as he walks out of his room, heading to his kitchen.

the irony hits you as heavy as the new engagement ring on your finger he presented to you a week ago. you laugh to yourself, feeling smitten.

he returns in a moment with a glass of water and sets it down on the nightstand next to where you lay. “drink, darling”

you obey, giving him a look over the rim of the cold glass as it rests against your kiss-swollen lips. you swallow, “you’re being pretty sweet to me, for a ‘lone wolf.’”

he smiles, enjoying the near endless banter between the two of you. “every alpha needs their omega.”

“ew, that’s gross, get out of here, you freak!” you gently nudge him off of the side of the bed where he sits.

he gives you his classic dumb smile as he leaves the room with the now empty glass of water, likely returning it to the dishwasher.

when he gets back, you can’t help but continue his dumb conversation. “i think i’m the alpha in this relationship, anyway. you’re my bitch.”

he nods in agreement, “i’m your bitch.”

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graciegoeskrazy · 5 months

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Hey i was wondering if you could do a matty fic where his daughter comes out as trans to him and the boys? Or if you are not comfortable writing for trans people like just coming out as gay?

figure my heart out

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings: coming out, a lil yelling

A/N: Hi!!! Okay so I was writing something similar but then I put it down but then I saw this request and RAN TO MY COMPUTER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE ASNCONTINUED WRITING BCUZ I GOT EXCITED. A sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this! I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice if I did it with transreader and as a bisexual with a similar coming out experience this was easy peasy lol. None the less i love and appreciate you and I hope u enjoy! I really really really really really like this one and I’m proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

The epitome of a perfect night. Driving in your girlfriends new convertible with the top down while blasting Lana Del Ray and giggling and smiling like nothing else in the world matters became a wonderful feeling of pure bliss. You wish you could stay in that moment forever. Endless talking about the things the people who piss you off in school talk about, or airing out your problems to her because sometimes it feels as if she is the only one who listens. There was no one word for that feeling. All you knew is that you craved it. You needed it like a an IV through your arm, supplying nothing but joy and love into your life. You didnt just need her but she needed you too.

Yes it was a secret, but it was a beautiful one, Sure, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to parade through town with your hands intertwined and boat to everyone around you that she was your girlfriend, but this secret needed to stay hidden. Not just for her, but for you too. You were n stranger to the things your father has said online. He was Matty Healy, if the guy wasnt known for his music, he was for sure known as the man who makes homophobic jokes on stage everynight to a sold out crowd. The man has been cancelled and apoloized more times than you could count. Even though everytime he says he’s not against anything of the sort - ad you whole heartidly believed that - would it be different because you were his daughter? Some days that thought was just a quiet whisper in your head, and some days that voice grew louder until it grew loud enough to keep you up at night. But you always came to the same conclusion. He would love you no matter what…right?

Any and all thoughts surrounding it came nowhere near crossing your mind while you were at your girlfriends. After singing your hearts out and getting lost but not caring at all on the drive, you both decided to head back to her place since her tank was running low. It was there you fell asleep in her arms. Not thinking. Not caring. Not paying attention to anyone else in the world but her. And most definitely not thinking about you 11 pm curfew.

To June’s parents, you were just a friend sleeping over. A best buddy who helped their daughter get through her high school years. Nothing more than a nice, kind, good girl with good morals. And that was true. They just didn't know about the part where you make out with their daughter every time you’re under their roof. Same with you dad. They were downstairs, absolutely clueless of what was happening above them when a loud flush they made woke you up. You jolted awake and as a result of sleeping so close to your girlfriend, woke her up too. The blaring light on your phone read 1:07.

“Fuck.”

You scrambled out of bed and started packing up your bag without saying a word to June.

“What’s happening?” She said, still half asleep.

You turned to her, suddenly becoming more gentle. “Go back to bed. I missed my curfew, my dad doesn’t know I’m here. If I don’t leave he’s gonna get suspicious as to why slept over during a study session.”

She smiled at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You’re just a very determined student.”

You fell into the kiss, and let go with a smile. “Bye.” You said. She winked and watched you walk out the door. “Text me when you get home please.”

You turned back and winked, shutting the door.

The drive to your house was uneventful. Yeah sure, you missed your curfew, but it wasn't like your dad was the type of helicopter parent to make sure you were home exactly by 11. You hadn't even received a call or message asking you where you were. If anything he was probably fast asleep along with the other members of the band. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

When you walked into the flat you shared with your dad and your uncles, it was dead silent. You could hear the silent snores coming from Mayhem on the dog bed in the living room and the crickets outside. You were in the clear. You walked very carefully heading up to your room. Before you could even make it to the 2nd step. You heard a voice. Stern and loud.

“Y/n Healy.”

It was your father. Of fucking-course. As you slowly turned around you were met with him standing in the dining-kitchen area. A light turned on and revealed his full frame along with Ross, George, Adam, Carly, and Jamie. All sitting down at the table except for your dad, standing above them all. He slowly walked towards you as you stood still staring at him. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, followed by a “Shit.”

“Where were you?” Your dad asked sternly. To which you replied, “Nowhere.” It was clear he was PISSED. He only spoke twice and it was evident you were in for something. He never spoke this way. Never to you at least. Until now. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a second chance. You sighed again, looking down and toying with your fingers. “I was with June.” You said shyly.

“Tell me the truth.” He said. His tone softened just a hair.

“That is the truth-“

“Tell me the whole truth.”

You dad knew you like the back of his hand. You were him. A literal miniature version of Matty Healy. Therefore he knew when you were lying. Not that you did it often, you were a very trustworthy kid. Never lied, never got grounded. (Ok so maybe not a literal miniature Matty)

You shrugged, “I was just with June.”

He raised his voice again, “Stop lying to me, y/n.”

“I’m not lying!” You raised your voice this time.

“Your hand twitches every time you lie.”

You were taken aback. Shit, I thought I grew out of that. You just scoffed. “No, it doesn’t.”

Adam spoke up and pointed to your hand and it’s movements. “Boom. Twitch.” You gave him a look.

Matty ignored him and stayed locked in on you. “In all of your years of existence on this earth, you’ve never lied to me.” He said, a little more gentler this time.

“And, I’m still not. I’m telling the truth-”

“But you’re not telling me the full truth.” He was very good at this whole parenting thing. He put his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t reply, just sighed and looked down. After a moment, he continued. “You’re grounded.” You head shot up. He walked back to the kitchen and started refilling his drink. You followed in suite.

“What! For what?”

“For lying.”

“I’m not lying! I’ve never even been grounded in my life.”

He shrugged, “There’s a first time for everything.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. “C'mon Dad! George, help me out.”

George was ethier high of drunk or both because he seemed to be enjoying this little argument way to much. “I’m on his side for this one, babe.” He said.

“What?! You guys, I'm not lying.” You said, gesturing to the group.

“You’ll be ungrounded when you tell me where you were.” Your dad said from the kitchen.

“I was with June! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“Doing what?”

Your eyes widened and you stuttered a bit. The group must have noticed because that to them was a giveaway that something more was going on than you cared to share for. “Nothing! We were just hanging out!”

“Your hand twitched again.” Adam yelled.

You turned to fully face him again. “I’m about to murder you.” You said.

You dad came back around and with a solum look, but a hand over your shoulder. “Look, I’m not gonna get mad. Whatever you’re hiding, it’s not worth getting grounded over. Tell me what’s going on - the truth - and all let you go. Okay?”

You couldn’t do it. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from this moment on. None of which you wanted to explore. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the stairs, whispering a faint, “Whatever.”

Your father followed behind. “Y/n Healy, tell me NOW-“

“I was on a date with June!” You yelled.

“We went on a date! Ok? We went on a date then went back to her place and watched TikToks for an hour before watching New Girl reruns and having awesome sex. I lost track of time, I tried to sneak in so none of you would find out, and so my secret would stay secret.”

The room was quiet. Only the sounds of Mayhem and the crickets like you heard before. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you were heaving pretty heavily.

“Is my hand shaking now?!”

Everybody remained quiet and still, not daring to move. “Jesus.” You said as a final goodbye, before walking up the stairs to your room as fast as you could.

A few minutes after they heard the door slam, Ross spoke up. “You fucked up bro.”

Matty shook his head. “It’s not my fault.” He said in defense

“Mate, you just forced your daughter to come out to you.” George yelled.

Marty liked back at the stairs. A single tear falling from his face as he does so. “Shit.”

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 8 - When We Are Together - Instagram AU, Matty Healy Series

A/n: hiya my loves. Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who is continuing to read this series, it means a lot to me... This series is and always will be my baby, I'll be posting what I have slowly and then the first half on this series will be finished, I will be finishing it completely as and when it comes to me so keep an eye out if you're interested:)

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thisislou:

thisislou they think they're so cool @bedforddanes @trumanblack

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fan1 look at those likes! She famous famous

trumanblack excuse me but we are cool

-> thisislou sure Matthew 😉

-> trumanblack I hate you

-> thisislou don't lie, we both know you never hated me 😚

-> trumanblack na I'm obsessed with you 🥰

-> 75fan @trumanblack @thisislou WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNN

bedforddanes75 you're basically our photographer now

-> thisislou I'll add it to my cv.: The 1975 pianist ✅ the 1975 photographer ✅ The 1975 tour saver ✅ all around best human ever ✅

-> rass1975 I'll be your reference for this

-> thisislou thanks boo 😘😂

trumanblack:

trumanblack at least we didn't smoke.... p.s we literally paid a pap to give us this picture

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fan1 omg is this Lou!!!

thisislou so good at following the rules aren't we?

-> trumanblack that we are baby ❤️

bedforddanes75 this is sickening... I preferred it when you hated each other... jk

-> thisislou we can go back to that if you'd like?

-> bedforddanes75 actually I change my mind... You were both more unbearable back then

mynamesmia this explains where you both disappeared to

-> thisislou excuse me I think you were a bit too busy to notice 👀

rass1975 oi oi

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trumanblack as seen on my phone screen @thisislou

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thisislou adore you ❤️ we cute bby

-> trumanblack that we are

rassthe1975 the best couple truly

bedforddanes75 my best friends ❤️

mynamesmia cuties

75fan I'm crying 😭 this has made my year

loufanpage I'm so happy. Thank you Matty for loving our girl the way she deserves

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fan1 it's real 🥹 I'm so happy I might cry

thisislou and trumanblack

thisislou thank you for being patient with us 🖤 I love you @trumanblack

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trumanblack lucky to have you by my side 🖤 I love you

-> thisislou I love you ❣️

fan1 " but you... It was different with you" 😭 is this a new song maybe?

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75fan omg 🥹 this makes me so happy, honestly no one better for our Matty

mynamesmia happy for you sis... Better give her back though @trumanblack

-> trumanblack no promises

rosetintedglasses okay but... Cute

-> trumanblack look at you being nice

-> rosetintedglasses don't ruin it ratty

cami_in_camo happy for you ❣️

-> thisislou ❣️❣️

rass1975 my people ❣️

loufan is that the rat from that gay band?

-> trumanblack yes that would be me

-> thisislou but you're my rat baby @trumanblack

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Wired Autocomplete

Matty Healy Drabble (fem! reader)

A/N: Definitely did not procrastinate by watching a shit tonne of these interviews in the name of “research”

There’s the use of Y/n a lot of times. Sorry, it’s based on the wired interview. I can’t really find a way around using it.

This is based on an ask! (My requests are open)

‘Does Matty Healy…write his songs?’ That’s how the interview starts.

‘Yes he does,’ you both say in response at the same time.

‘He leaves his moleskins lying around all the time,’ you add on. Then you give him a theatrical side-eye, ‘drives me crazy, really.’

‘What?! You love peeking at my unfinished lyrics!’

You laugh and pick up your board again.

‘Does Y/N Y/LN…have a boyfriend?’

You both look at each other and then look straight into the camera. It’s freaky how you share one braincell sometimes because what comes out of both of your mouths is a single, deadpanned ‘No’

‘We’re best friends really,’ he continues, in all his mock seriousness.

‘Roommates even,’ you add.

It’s all in good fun, however. Your relationship is not exactly private, has never been very private. You both love to show each other off whenever you get the chance. Still, some people really do live under the rock…

‘Has Matty Healy…acted?’

His eyes go wide as he quickly says no. A bit too quick… Meanwhile, you make wild gestures at the camera, stage whisper “Waterloo Road” until he puts a hand over your mouth and both of you end up giggling like idiots.

There are a few more questions after that about his music. Then there are a few more about your career and your life outside of the spotlight. It’s instantly noticeable to you how seriously he answers questions about his music. That’s definitely one of his most endearing qualities. Soon, that section is over and he picks up the next board.

‘Up first,’ he announces and you do a small drumroll with your finger. ‘Is Matty Healy…gay?’

‘Aren’t we all,’ he replies. The crew laugh at that but of course, you knew that’s how he was going to answer that question.

‘Is Y/N Y/L/N,’ you rip off the tape with a flourish, ‘...a singer?’

‘Uh…’

‘You should hear her in the shower, mate,’ he says with all seriousness, ‘the voice of an angel.’ The hint of teasing in his voice makes you whack him on the back of his head with the board. He laughs a bit, pretends to be seriously hurt but then he picks up his board again.

‘Is Matty Healy…married…’ he trails off once the tape is off.

Your eyes widen momentarily and his go to your hand, specifically to your ring finger. There’s a blind moment of panic when you think you’ve left the damning evidence on.

‘No,’ he tries not to swallow audibly, ‘Matty Healy is not married.’

It’s not a lie…not exactly.

But he’s about to be.

The blinding diamond ring safely tucked in your purse is proof of that.

He quickly moves on to the next question (Is Matty Healy an Aries? Yes he is, he even makes a face while he confirms that). The rising blush up his neck has not escaped your attention, however.

You both know no amount of editing will stop the fans from reading into that look you just shared.

***

Two weeks later, you get a notification from Youtube while you’re laying in bed.

“Matty Healy and Y/N Y/L/N Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions / WIRED”

The comments are almost instantaneous. There are fans who think he’s hilarious. Then there are the people who think you two are adorable together and you make sure to like some of those comments from a personal account.

That’s when you see it—

“Did anyone else notice the look at 9:56 👀”

It only has 3 replies right now. Not much traction but all 3 of them agree that there definitely was a look.

‘Look at this, love,’ you turn to him and make him take off his headphones. He lets out a proper chuckle once he sees the comment.

‘Looks like the cats out of the bag, huh?’

It is and it isn’t. Who knows, maybe the comment will gain traction. It’s only been 9 minutes since the video came out. In the meantime, he grabs your hand and kisses it right above the ring.

‘I don’t wanna take it off anymore,’ you say to him after a moment’s silence.

He smiles at you—a genuine, dazzling smile—which ends in him giving you a lingering sweet kiss on your lips.

‘So time to make it official?’ he whispers against your lips.

‘Nah,’ you laugh, ‘let the theories go wild for a bit!’

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #wired autocomplete #interview

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Then Because She Goes

Instagram AU (volume ii)

volume i — back to masterlist — volume iii

a/n: These are far too fun make lmfao so expect more in the future maybe no promises tho

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1975adam Covid crazies at its finest

_fake_nudes_ sickkkkkk

este.manansala 2013 you wore it better

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↳ trumanblack You love it

-- ↳ este.manansala K fine u look fit

whatashaaame i like it ..? i think?

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este.manansala a studio-matty pic on main since Notes is out today✨ it is without a doubt the1975’s best work and well worth the wait

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softsoundd_ Fav song???

↳ este.manansala tough to pick but probably Then Because She Goes or Me & You Together Song :)) or Jesus Christ bc i’m a _fake_nudes_ stan

-- ↳ trumanblack Good taste👍

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trumanblack Fuuuuck I miss being on stage💔 but happy pride, my girlfriend is bi so does she deserve rights yes or no?? Comment below👇👇👇

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_catekeeling no none of that gay shit

↳ g3orgiaheadley Agreed x

parisagain GIRLFRIEND........????????

↳ elsie.ahmed babe this is old news where have u been

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---- ↳ elsie.ahmed yeah literally i've been following her since he reposted a pic of hers in like Jan of last year💀💀 they're really cute

este.manansala Drop the f slur again like in Roadkill. As a gift to me and the gays

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trumanblack Getting healthy so I can be more toxic

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este.manansala Stop bragging about the fact that you've read Infinite Jest

↳ trumanblack Well have u read it???? No

este.manansala cute pic tho very wholesome & Pinterest

↳ trumanblack Thank u love u

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este.manansala currently streaming folklore as u all should be as well ! but not my tears ricochet bc that's MY song...

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loveitifwemaadeit_ sooooo gorgeous wow

trumanblack Holy shit

trumanblack How are u real

trumanblack Give me a fucking break

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poesiedanslarue Oh the hip tatt wow

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HES WEARING NORMAL CLOTHES

#gay matty come back #please #i like when he wears normal clothes #the 1975 #hey healyh8ter nation #matty healy #matt healy #at the very best

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The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

@disrespectedgoatman @estrellami-1 @darkrose517 @panicatthediaz @mandriice @nightmareglitter @limpingpenguin @wonderland-girl143-blog

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Steve was both relieved and terrified that the opening was big enough that they didn't have to go through the lake to get to the Upside Down. However, it made it much easier for them to get the stereo speakers through and set them up at Reefer Rick's. Steve watched Eddie put his hands on his hips and stared at the speakers.

"You know, we could have probably found some in here," Eddie said, and everyone stared at him. "What?"

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes at him. When they finally had the speakers set up, it was time to part ways. Steve immediately pulled Robin into a tight hug while Chrissy joined her uncle and cousin in a group hug.

"You better come back," Robin sniffed.

"Always," Steve said.

"I love you, dingus," Robin said.

"I love more," Steve said.

"I love you most," Robin said.

Steve moved away from Robin to pull Nancy into a tight hug. He was glad they were at this point where they could hug and not have it be awkward. He was glad that he was able to be friends with Nancy and not cling to the past. It was behind them now, and they both had so much more to look forward to. Steve pulled back, and she smiled tearfully at him. He turned and walked away.

"Steve?" Nancy called out to him and he turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Make him pay," she said.

Steve smiled sadly, knowing that she was thinking of Fred and Barb in that moment. He nodded at her, vowing to do so. Eddie suddenly leaned close to him.

"Okay, what did she say? Because I could have sworn that she said: make him gay," Eddie whispered.

"Make him pay," Steve stressed.

"Okay, yeah, that makes more sense," Eddie said.

Before they walked away, Wayne approached Nancy and pulled a tape put of his pocket.

"I figured you should probably play this," Wayne said.

"Fire Shroud?" Nancy asked, causing Frank and Eddie to gasp.

"When did you get that?" Eddie asked.

"When everyone fell asleep last night," Wayne said, shrugging. "Figured it be a good song to play for the distraction."

"Fire Shroud?" Steve asked.

"It's a Corroded Coffin original," Eddie said proudly. "It would have been the song that made us big had I not been an absolute dumbass and asshole. That's a story for another time."

"Well, when we get out of this, you can tell us all about it," Chrissy said.

"Ooh, speaking of fire! Nancy made extra molotovs!" Robin exclaimed and grabbed a bag before handing it to Steve.

Everyone looked at each other one last time, and then the group separated. Wayne and Matthew walked on either side of the three of them. Ellen walked behind them as they walked towards the Creel House.

"You know, I cried when Matty told me that he wanted to be called Matthew because he wanted to be the kind of man that I was, the kind of man that other people can look up to and who's there for other people," Matthew said. "I was so proud of him for being able to come me, for trusting me with that. I am still so proud of him. He was so proud of you too, Chrissy, just like I am. It's very brave, what you're doing. It's not too late to back out, though, huh?"

"Uncle Matthew!" Chrissy exclaimed, giggling and then paused. "Thank you."

"Well, had to try," Matthew said.

Steve smiled at them and tried not to think about his own parents. Maybe he should have called them. They're probably going to wake up tomorrow and spend all day relaxing by the beach. Maybe he'll save up money and take Eddie and Chrissy to Florida. That'd be nice. It took a while to get there, which wasn't surprising considering they were on foot and not in a car. Steve’s feet wished they were, though. When they arrived at the Creel House, Steve couldn't help but shiver at the sight of it. Here they go, into the lion's den.

Before they went in, Steve signaled to Dustin from the other side to let them know that they were near. It was something that Nancy had come up with when she remembered how Joyce communicated with Will through the lights. A moment later, he got a response back through his flash light.

"Alright, let's do this," Steve said and took Chrissy's hand.

They all walked into the house, carefully avoiding the vines as they moved. They crept carefully up to the attic, letting Chrissy go first. She pushed the door open, moving into the attic and letting the others follow. Matthew and Wayne pointed their guns along with Ellen. Steve raised his bat while Eddie raised his spear and shield. Vecna sat in the middle of the attic, his eyes closed, connected to several vines. Steve grimaced. He was disgusting to look at. He was as ugly as he was on the inside, Steve supposed.

He could feel eyes on him, and he found Chrissy looking at him. She looked terrified, and she held his gaze for a moment before turning to look at Eddie. He watched as she turned to face Vecna, a determined look etched on her face. Yeah, she's got this. Chrissy raised her hand and concentrated on trying to focus her powers. Vecna's arm snapped to the side and his eyes flew open as he screamed in pain.

"Chrissy," Vecna growled.

Ellen, Wayne, and Matthew started shooting. Fire. Steve cursed and dug through the bag. He pulled out a lighter and a molotov. He quickly lit it and threw it Vecna, who had started to stand up. Chrissy snapped his other arm, and he hollered as the flames shrouded his body. She snapped his leg and then the other. Vecna continued to scream, and using his powers, he flung Wayne and Ellen into the opposite wall.

"Uncle Wayne!" Eddie screamed.

Chrissy screamed and began to float in the air. Her eyes turned red as she glared down at Vecna. There was a loud popping sound, and Vecna could no longer see. Suddenly, it looked like she was controlling the fire and was she moving it. . .inside of him? Steve didn't get to wonder any further because a moment later, Vecna exploded.

"Holy shit," Eddie cursed.

Vecna was gone. Suddenly, Chrissy collapsed to the floor. Eddie went over to her and then paused.

"I've got her. Go check on your uncle," Steve said.

Eddie scurried away to Wayne, who was currently sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm fine, son, no need to fret," Wayne said.

"We need to get out of here. The fire's spreading, and we need to get to the gate before it closes," Ellen said.

Matthew gave Steve his gun and scooped up Chrissy into his arms. Steve and Eddie helped the other two out of the house. Once they were out, they paused for a moment to catch sight of the Creel House bursting into flames. They quickly started moving back towards Lover's Lake. When they arrived, the others had already climbed through the gate. It was now smaller than before, which meant going through the lake itself. They moved quickly through the gate. Matthew held Chrissy tightly in his arms as they helped him swim to the surface. They swam to shore where Vickie, Robin, Nancy, Frank, and Rodney were waiting for them. Matthew lay Chrissy on the ground and started performing CPR. Eddie and Steve watched nervously from above them. Chrissy woke up with a gasp, coughing up the water from her lungs. She was awake, but she looked completely wiped, blood still under her nose and on her mouth.

"I'm okay," Chrissy said weakly.

A shot rang out. Everyone's head shot up, and Eddie collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm.

"I've been hit!" Eddie shrieked.

Jason came out from behind the trees, wielding a gun. He looked pale with bags under his eyes, and he looked completely manic. He was going to pull the trigger at again. Chrissy raised her arm, her hand shaking. She was too weak. Steve raised his bat and knocked the gun out of his hand. Jason screamed as the nails caught his skin. He charged forward, straight towards Eddie. Steve slammed the bat into his leg, and he collapsed to the ground, crying in pain.

"Good luck walking again, asshole," Steve said furiously and pointed the bat under his nose. "I want you to get the fucking word out to your friends. Stay the fuck away from Eddie and his friends. Stay the fuck away from Chrissy. Got it? I said: Do. You. Got. It?"

"Yes," Jason said, gritting his teeth.

Jason's friends came running out from the trees. Rodney and Ellen reacted immediately, raising their own weapons. The jocks froze and held up their hands. Matthew moved over to Eddie to check his arm.

"Am I going to live, doc?" Eddie asked.

"It's a graze. You're going to be just fine," Matthew said in amusement.

They met up with the others in the parking lot of Hawkins Lab. Max pushed her way through the crowd to hug Chrissy tightly.

"Are you okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah, just really tired. Could go for a light coma right about now," Chrissy said.

"God, that sounds nice," Eddie said.

"We'll Jason and pals to the police station. I don't see why you all can't go home now," Rodney said. "Get some rest."

"Can we just go to yours and call our parents from there to let them know we're having a huge slumber party?" Max asked Steve.

"Yeah. That sounds nice," Steve said.

They all drove over to Steve’s and the first thing they day was call their parents. After that, they all collapsed on the floor of the living room immediately. Steve grabbed pillows and blankets for everyone then for himself. Eddie and Chrissy were already fast asleep on the floor. He carefully pushed a pillow under their heads before laying one down for himself. He threw the blanket over them and collapsed against Eddie's back, throwing an arm around them both. He let everything go and fell into a deep slumber. They fucking won.

Chapter Nineteen

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Hetalia Headcanons - Cuba 🇨🇺🏝️🌺

his full human name is carlos ángel machado ruiz, or shortened to carlos machado. i don't have a set physical age for him but maybe around 30?

he's a marxist-leninist. very intelligent, intellectual but unpretentious, and politically active. he's an academic, probably has degrees in political science and/or economics. i could see him being a medical doctor as well, as cuba is renowned for its advanced healthcare.

he's friendly and generous with a laid back personality, loyal to his loved ones and passionate about social/environmental causes. he can be impatient, and does have a temper but it's hard to provoke and reserved for rude and ignorant people. very much a beliver of respect being a two way street.

his canon bday is may 20th and i honestly love that for him. classic stubborn taurus with a touch of unbothered gemini swag.

he's an ambivert, he throws a great party and likes to socialize but also keeps his circle small and needs a lot of alone time. i think he'd be old friends with russia, though they're not as close as they once were and ivan can get on his nerves. he understandably has beef with america, but is slowly becoming more civil with alfred.

he loves to read, particularly history and political theory. some other hobbies are swimming, fishing, playing the tres (a type of guitar) or afro-cuban percussion e.g. tumbadora (aka conga) and bongós.

his sense of humor is dry with a goofy side that comes out around people he's closer with. he has a quick wit and is always telling dad jokes. also very much a softie for kids, animals and nature.

i headcanon him as gay/demisexual, cucan is an essential ship for me personally so they're a package deal. he is so gentle with mattie, so giving and protective. they treasure each other selflessly and understand one another better than anyone.

he loves to eat and cook, especially loves when matthew cooks for him or they cook together. his favorite dish is black beans and rice with tostones. he also loves strawberry ice cream and tropical fruits.

he's afro-latino + mixed race, with yoruba (west african) taino (indigenous carribbean islander) and spanish ancestry. his skin tone would be a medium warm brown, maybe a 5 on the fitzpatrick scale. once again the canon design is kinda colorist.

he has a distinct accent and is mutlilingual, and speaks quite a bit of quebecois thanks to matthew.

his body type is buff and chubby, he's wicked strong and built like a tank but doesn't have that much definition bc the chub is hiding it. dad bod.... chest hair and moobs. he's about 6 feet tall. he has long dreadlocks that he's been maintaining since he was young.

i could see him being a lapsed catholic/culturally catholic but personally atheist. he's much more material than spiritual in terms of philosophy.

he smells like coconut, cinnamon and cigars (in a pleasant way)

he mostly dresses casually (hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts lol) if hes just chilling at home he's probably shirtless. earth tones suit him well, so do orange, yellow, pink, and jewel tones. bonus; he wears a gold chain and sometimes rings.

he partakes in alcohol occasionally, when he does he loves rum and fruit-based cocktails. sipping a lil drink on the beach is one of his favorite ways to relax and he deserves it. he does smoke weed recreationally but honestly i think matthew is way more of a stoner.

#aph cuba #hws cuba #cuba hetalia #hetalia headcanons #carlos machado #carlos mi amado #cucan #headcanons

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hey look it’s my blorbos

YAY the first time I’ve completed art in time for pride month!! here’s some of the chars from the sketchbook kid AU celebrating with the most boring backgrounds ever 🌈 I’m gonna ramble under the cut, you know the drill

sooo I think I’ve already mentioned that Mattie is trans, but fyi Kaisa is in this universe as well!!

tbh I actually didn’t have this idea for them both to start with, it just kinda happened that way and ngl I just…I love the idea of Mattie having someone close to her right from the start who just gets it, and that Kaisa gets to have that shared experience with her. I think before Mattie was born Kaisa would have initially had some worries deep down about if the kid took after her too much (in terms of her not great experiences with magic and self-doubt, being a bit of an awkward mess (affectionate) ) but instead she gets to see Mattie taking after her in a whole bunch of ways and just thriving 🥺 and she gets to be a source of support and understanding that maybe she didn’t have herself when she was younger. anyway these witches are trans and I care them so much you guys 🥺

aaaand hey look I drew Harvey’s parents for once! btw in my headcanons for this AU Harvey’s parent on the left of him is non-binary and goes with any pronouns but mainly they/them! Harvey calls them Ren (short for parent). also I have names for these two now!! I’ve been calling Harvey’s parent Lin (left) (partly bc it means ‘forest’... like have you SEEN this couple’s living room wall, they are plant obsessed and I’m keeping it) and his mom is Nia (right). congrats on breaking the hilda curse of adults not having names guys 😌

and, ok, realistically I don’t think Arwen has fully come out or anything at the time of my comics but I wanted to include her anyway - and before anyone comes at me about how kids can’t be gay or whatever I’ll remind you that no one seems to have this problem with kids in other cartoons getting obligatory het crushes all the time, and in my own experience some people just figure themselves out a lot sooner than others (personally I didn’t find the right label til I was 20 but looking back the signs were there since I was 11 lol). anyway Arwen is quite introspective and searching as a person, so I think she’s got this a little bit figured out by now, even if she’ll probably be keeping it to herself for a while. there’s no way she’s talking about her thoughts on romance if Mattie’s in the vicinity

#i missed mermay bc i was busy so god dammit i am NOT missing pride month #maybe i'll do more with like. the actual main characters of hilda LMAO but in the meantime. look at them #hilda the series #hilda netflix #mattie #art tag #harvey #arwen #hilda kaisa #hilda oc #pride month #pride art #hilda ocs tag

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hold me, love me. (for)

pairing v x stripper!reader conspectus there will be no good man to ever walk this earth again, every single one of them is bad; all they ever do is hurt you but with taehyung.. he hurts too good to be bad. word count 1.3k words notes mentions of: explicit language, alcohol, drugs, and implicit nsfw themes (MINORS BEWARE>:^(()- lightly inspired by closer(2004), iykyk already - happy reading!!

the purple mixed with blue hues of smoke that clouded your gaze as your hips swayed to the sensual tunes being played by the dj, gave you a delicious taste of liberty - sad to say it would only be so quick, now that you're back here.. up on this stage, dolled-up and dancing for men that want nothing more than to fuck you senseless and leave you in tears - it was an infuriating truth really, but you've grown indifferent to the idea.

after having worked almost a year in this bar, you've slowly accepted that all of them were vile pieces of shit - no exceptions: not the bartender who was decent to you, not even your guy friends at school who respected what you had to do, most especially not the guys who insensitively teased you for it, and most especially not your favorite actor. no man will ever be good! at this point - jesus, the gays, and everyone else in time eventually fit into that "bad" mold you originally only made for men..

all the good in this world really just went poof and dissapeared, you could barely remember the last good thing that happened to you - the thought compels you to sigh as you take the last dip of your routine holding the pole that stood pristine, a cacophony of your male fans cheer watching their money that held on for dear life in your panties and giggle to themselves at the thought of having their hand so near the very thing they craved in life. you give them one last finger bite you'd know they'd go insane for, before the lights shut down and you hurriedly collect the money that fell from your skimpy underwear to then head into the makeup room where the rest of the girls are heavily breathing.

"you good, girl?" sweetest girl in this hellhole, gigi asked you with a hand on your hip - look of genuine concern colored her eyes.. "always mommy." the indirect response making her snort and playfully roll her eyes, "oh y/n.. i can't with you!" she feigned annoyance while simultaneously gently handing you a glass of water and rubbing your back in comfort, you graciously accepted and took a few deep breaths in.

a few beats pass and you feel that same feeling you did again on stage gradually embrace you, having you at ease until you hear that stingy and irritating voice of your manager - "wake up, mathilda. you have a regular waiting in room 3. go, now." the name no longer confused you, and you were back to the same bold person on stage - you rushed a thankful adieu to gigi for her kind gift of hydration before rushing to the room where he had probably been waiting for you awhile.

you open the door to see an old face, speak of the devil - it's taehyung. "hey mathilda." he says manspreading, his shirt opened with a hand holding a glass of recioto; eyes tinted with fond longing, tinted with dark longing. "taehyung.. you've come to see me.. again." he chuckles at this, "why? you tired of me already, mattie?" you smirk but internally flush at his poisonous charms.

"i'd never be tired of you, taehyung." you neared him with a coy look and lied, but the light that dimmed in his eyes told you he knew; sipping the red wine wistfully. "i've always been honest with you, mat. why do you like lying to me, even your name - mathilda, is that even your real name? are you even my good little girl?" his breath reeked of more than the wine as he dared to almost kiss you, lips inches apart itching to wrap in each others warmth.

"me? taehyungie.. i don't like lying to you.. i love it." you'd cockily admit, which made him raise a brow - the very last sip of his wine slipping into his lips down his throat, you were envious of that red liquid; oh how you wished it was you instead.. which you wanted badly, driving you to add more fuel to the fire:

"and yes i am your good little girl.." he places down now empty glass, a subtle smile and a light pink colors his cheeks though his true feelings are unclear with his eyes looking away from you, this only moves you to continue:

"my name? you're right, it's not mathilda.." his eyes return to look at you with his favorite coy expression painted on your face he yearned to look at for the rest of his lifetime.

"hey daddy, i'm y/n. it's nice to finally meet you." a beat passes. "taehyungie? daddy? you naughty little girl." you smile devilishly, the smile everyone loved but him, taehyung for one was extremely infatuated by it - by your entirety.

another beat passes and he brings himself to question you: "if i asked you to, would you kiss me?" the two of you looked down the near proximity between your lips.

"if you asked, i would have to call security." you reminded him of the no touching policy, you attempt to remain indifferent but failing to do so as he adorably pouted and looked away, bringing you to smile adoringly - taehyung circles the room distancing from you, it's a little pang to the heart but it wasn't like the many small pains that hurt you greatly more than once before - it was a pain you pathetically enjoyed, though it killed you to admit it.

"strip." taehyung demanded, his voice husky and soothing to which you proudly obliged. his first official request, no what ifs or could you's - you wondered where he'd find the balls to finally ask of you to properly do your job, amusing yourself whilst you amuse him.

the color of the brunette's eyes saturate beholding your stature, astonished at the perfection you are. you fail not to blush at this but grandly he was too fixated on your beauty to notice, it was an odd feeling that has never occured before which had you fear the sentiment but also compare it to the freedom you felt slightly on that stage realizing how similar it was. his hands hover over the curves of your figure fighting the urge to hold you, love you, and touch you, he couldn't risk being discarded now that he's seen this piece of art he could not bring himself to stop looking at.

you let the feeling finally take over and the ecstatic embrace of freedom breaks you from all burdens and you open up to taehyung like the previous sessions he's had with you, you touched his chest feeling him and your eyes meet with equivalent hunger. the green light entices you to inch closer and closer with no more regard for company policy and the two of you finally kiss.

you could no longer remember what happened next - it was all a blur, but that feeling of freedom remains embedded to every inch in your body. mostly now, that taehyung holds you in his arms like he wanted to protect you from all the bad things in the world, like he'd probably always dreamed of; the way you'd dream of one day being held by someone. and you loved that, you treasured resting on his chest looking up to his peacefully slumbering visage and feeling content as you realize that even with the existence of bad men there's taehyung to alleviate the thoughts of them and help you escape.

he was no different from the men that wished to bed you in the eyes of others really, but to you... he has made you rethink of this idea you set on men, he had made you feel real, and taehyung was first to actually do so. you'd like to stray from his arms now, but you'd love to stay.. and so you close your eyes and almost levitate from the rebirth of life in your body that he's allowed you to feel again in so long.

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