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bfiaflbox · 4 months

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Tonight I wish I was your girl

Pairing: Matty x Reader Warnings: smut (praise kink, choking, unprotected sex) Disclaimer: Ok, so I literally had a dream about this and then decided to write it down and make it a fic. I swear, I'm not weird, I just tried to put the pictures from my dream into words. Also, in my dream Matty was sitting in the pub with Pete Doherty (who had "Fuck" tattooed on his forehead (??) and Zane Lowe but there was no scenario on earth that I could come up with that made that believable in any way so I took that out. (Fun fact: in my dream I did something my anxious ass would never do and just went up to Zane Lowe, ignoring everyone, and just asked "are you interviewing them or just having a conversation? I'm just asking because I love The Libertines (a lie) and the... the... The Matty Band" and he was just like "who are you I'm not interviewing anyone, this is rude"). Also my dream ended when they arrived at the house so the rest is made up.

2.6k words and I didn't proofread any of them.

It was probably a pathetic Idea but your intuition told you to get on a train and head to Wilmslow on Christmas Eve.

Your plans of spending Christmas had fallen flat because large parts of your family had contracted Covid and wanted to stay by themselves to not spread the disease. In a desperate attempt to not feel lonely, you looked up train connections to any of your friends houses that might take you in for Christmas, but there really was only one person you really wanted to see.

Two hours and seventeen minutes and you'd be in Wilmslow via Stockport. You booked the connection without thinking twice. It was only when you were actually sitting in the Avanti West Coast Train to Manchester Piccadilly at Euston station that you thought about how crazy your actions were. They were the actions of a desperate idiot in love. There was no denying you were in love with Matty but there was a great chance that to him you were probably just a friend. Just as you decided that this was a bad idea and you should go home now, the train started to move.

After a short panic attack and contemplating whether or not using the emergency break was warranted in this situation you decided to just text Matty.

You: Hey, are you having a nice time in Wilmslow?

Matty: Yeah. Well, it's family, love them but it can be a lot at once. Might head to the pub tonight to catch up with some old friends. What are you up to?

You: Nothing really. Since Christmas is cancelled this year, I'll just... improvise. Your plan sounds nice, though.

Matty: Yeah, something's missing though, to be honest. Or someone.

You just assumed he was talking about his grandma or a different family member and didn’t give it a second thought.

Me: Hope you have a great time nonetheless :)

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You arrived in Wilmslow in the afternoon. On the train you had decided that once you arrived you'd walk around town a bit and then to get the next train home again because surprising your crush on Christmas Eve in his hometown is not the thing a normal person would do and you were definitely a very normal person and not at all a stalker.

You got out of wilmslow station and started to just walk straight ahead and see where the road would take you. You walked past parks and restaurants and shops that looked lovely but were mostly closed. Eventually the area became more residential and you couldn't help but notice that you tried to look into the windows of the houses in search of Matty. Right, that's it. It's getting dark and this is ridiculous you scolded yourself as you turned around to head back to the station.

As you walked by The Brewhouse and Kitchen you decided to get something to eat before heading back to London. The pub was crowded as you walked in. No wonder, it was one of the very few pubs that was open.

You looked around for a table to sit at when you spot Matty. You stare at him in shock. He's actually here. He sat in a corner booth with two other guys and had yet to notice you. Just as you were thinking about how you could make your way out of this scenario, Matty turned his head and looked right at you. You were fucked. There was no denying you were here now. His eyes grew wide and he stared at you with raised eyebrows. Right, this was definitely a mistake you thought but Matty waved you over to them excitedly.

When you didn't move because you were too embarrassed to do anything, Matty got up and made his way over to you. "Hii, darling, what are you doing here?" he asks excitedly. You couldn't answer. How do you tell someone that your family cancelled christmas, you were lonely and decided to go to the other person's hometown without telling them a word about it? Instead you just went up to him and hugged him. His arms enveloped you in one of his strong and warm hugs and it felt so incredibly good to be near him. "Surprise" you mumble into his chest. "Surprise indeed" he laughed. "It's so nice to see you. Come, sit with us." He lead you back to the table he shared with his mates.

After introducing you as his good friend and ordering your drink, Matty couldn't sit still. He was fumbling with either his glass, the table decorations or his fingernails until you decided to just take one of his hands in yours. An intimate gesture, you were aware of that, but it felt right and trusting your intuition was what helped you get here in the first place. Matty just looked at you with pure adoration and love as you felt him physically relax a bit.

After two more rounds of drinks, everybody decided to call it a night. You paid and made your way out of the pub where you said goodbye to Matty's mates. When they were gone, there was a brief silence between you until Matty spoke with the usual unserious tone: "You're so weird for coming to Wilmslow. How did you know where to find me?" "I didn't. I just walked around and... dunno" "I love that you're here. Come home with me?" "What and crash your familiy's Christmas, definitely not!" "Please? I can't let you take the train at this hour, it's dangerous!" we both know that's a lie "Also, what's waiting for you back in London? Please stay, my family won't mind, we're a pile of patchwork anyways" You looked at him and saw that he was actually excited about the idea. You just kept looking, noticing the light stubble on his face, the grey strands of hair at his temples, the eyebrows raised in anticipation and his lips. These fucking lips. You took your hand and raked your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment, a dopey smile forming on his lips. You decided then and there that you couldn't take it anymore. You could not go another second without knowing how his lips felt on yours, so you went up on your tiptoes, your hand anchored at the back of his head and crushed your lips to his. His hands came up to cup your face and you felt him reciprocating and deepening the kiss.

Your ears were ringing and your body felt like it was on fire. There's nothing else that mattered in that moment other than his lips on yours. After a few seconds you break the kiss and just smile. He's the first one to speak: "So it's settled then?"

You don't know if he meant the months of pining after each other or the question whether you'd stay or not but to both you just grinned and nodded.

He takes your hand and starts walking. It wasn't awkward, it was exciting. There was a lot of giggling and stopping randomly to snog on the way home but eventually Matty pointed to a house and said "that's us" as if you had always been a part of this and there had never not been an us.

Before putting his keys into the door he stops for a second and goes "Oh fuck, I'm sharing a room with my brother". You looked at him questioningly but he just continued "We have to be quiet, everybody's asleep". He opened the door and once you were inside he was on you, kissing your mouth, your jaw, a line down your throat to your collar bone. You couldn't help but let out an obscene moan and suddenly Matty stopped. He was looking at you with big eyes, raised eyebrows and a finger over his mouth that was curled into a smile, signaling to be quiet. "Sorry, sorry, fuck" you whispered with a giggle.

"Let's take the couch and figure something out in the morning" he suggested. "I can just take the couch and you sleep in your normal bed" "Baby, do you seriously think I will let you sleep alone tonight? Let alone on the couch in a house where nobody knows you are even there? If you'll have me, of course" "I really don't want to be alone, thank you" He smiled at that and kissed your lips again. So soft and so gentle.

Matty lead you into the living room and closed the door after you. The couch looked comfy, a suspicion that was confirmed when you plopped down on it. Matty laid down on his side behind you, opening his arms signaling you to lie down too. When you relaxed into his embrace as the little spoon, you felt all the anxiety and doubt and all the bad feelings leaving you. Feeling Matty's embrace made you feel invincible.

The position also let you feel something else which was the bulge in his pants that was growing and pulsing against your ass. You felt proud that you had this effect on him and so you took his hand that was resting on your hand in front of you and placed it on your lower belly, pushing it further down, all while moving your hips back into his growing hard-on. Matty let out a small groan "baby, we can't, they could hear us" "Please, Matty! I need you" you whispered, sounding incredibly needy. His hands slid under the elastic of your leggings and your underwear. "You need to be really really quiet" he warned and you believed him. His hand in your underwear spread your folds and slid through them, gathering some of the slick that had accumulated there. "Fuuuck, baby, you're so wet. Look at that, so so needy for me" he whispered, at which you just nodded. You needed him, you wanted him. You were so horny and needed some of that feeling to be released. He slipped two fingers inside and immediately started to fuck you with them. The room stayed silent except for the squelching sound of his fingers in your wetness and some heavy breathing. His movements were unrelenting. In a normal situation you would've screamed by now but you were biting your knuckles in hopes of staying silent while your orgasm was fast approaching. "Will you come for me baby, hm? Come on my fingers like the needy little thing you are?" at which you just managed to nod. Your orgasm hit you and you almost choked on the moan that was threatening to escape your throat as your walls clenched around Matty's fingers.

"That's it, baby. You did so well, staying silent." he whispered, kissing your shoulder between each sentence and you knew then and there that you couldn't go to sleep now. You kept grinding your ass against his boner and soon enough he knew what you wanted. "Fuck, baby, I can't fuck you, I won't be able to keep quiet" he whispers in your ear. "That's not fair, I need you to fill me. I feel so empty" you pouted while sliding your underwear and leggings off your legs. You kept grinding your naked ass into his boner until he was out of patience. Annoyed he kicked off his trousers and boxer shorts, flipped you on your belly and and angrily whispered in your ear "I swear to god if you make one sound this will have been the first and last time" before he lined up his cock with your entrance and started pushing inside.

The intrusion of his cock in your pussy felt divine. He was bigger than you were used to, plus you were lying on your belly which emphasised the sensation. "Oh baby, do I need to rearrange your insides to make some room for myself?" he cooed while relentlessly pushing inside you. "you're so tight, fucking hell". He stopped for a second as he buttomed out. "You alright?" "Yes, yes" you nodded.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he said as he pulled out until only his tip was still buried in your pussy and then slammed inside again. The slap of his pelvis against my ass rang out through the otherwise silent room. You weren't sure if you could take a pounding like that without anything to muffle your sounds so you grabbed a pillow off the couch and bit down into it but Matty wouldn't have it. He grabbed the pillow and threw it away. "You wanted this, remember? You're gonna take it and you're gonna be nice and quiet" and with that he started to fuck you in an unforgiving pace. When you were close again, you couldn't help but let out the tiniest whimper. In response Matty's hand came up to your throat and squeezed. That's what did it for you and you came on his cock, any cries that could have existed got muffled by the chokehold on your neck. "Baby, it feels so good when you come on my cock. Like you were made for taking it deep in your pussy." Your head was dizzy from the orgasm, the restricted blood flow and the praise. How did he know about your praise kink? "Can you come a third time tonight, hm?" he whispered at which you just nodded. "Oh baby, I'm gonna have to hear words, how else can I be sure?" "Please, yes" is all you managed to choke out, not able to form coherent sentences. It's all that Matty needed to hear. "On all fours, come on" he directed you to your knees and then started pounding you again. In this position he was able to fuck you incredibly deeper. His cock hit your cervix and the jolt of light pain that this stimulation triggered was making you lightheaded again. You felt so full, so incredibly, wonderfully full. When Matty's hand came round to your clit to help that promised third orgasm along you knew he had to be be close himself. "Come on, baby, come for me. Come on my cock" he was drawing quick circles with his fingers on your clit. Suddenly you could feel him spilling his cum inside you and it all became too much. You let out an overstimulated cry as you came a third time.

Matty stilled, cock still inside you and you didn't dare to make a movement or a sound. Fuck, did anybody hear you? You stayed like this for a few moments and when neither of you could hear anything in the house, Matty pulled out of you. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of the unwelcome emptiness. You stood up, bit shaky on your legs and faced Matty with an absolutely blissful smile on your lips. "Thank you", you whispered and kissed him at which Matty just chuckled "I don't think anybody ever thanked me after fucking them" "Well that's just rude, isn't it?" you laughed and kissed him again. When you were able to feel his cum running down your legs, you asked for the toilet. You cleaned yourself up, thanked your past self for getting that IUD and went back to the living room. Matty was lying on the couch again, waiting for you to slot into position as his little spoon. You happily obliged and made yourself comfortable in his arms. "What will you tell your family tomorrow?" "That my new girlfriend surprised me in town, came home with me and saw a ghost, obviously" "Obviously" You had to laugh at that.

"I'm glad you're here. I was missing you like crazy" he confessed and kissed your neck. "I'm glad, too" you whisper. Once you were able to hear a light snore behind you, you added "I love you".

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toomuchracket · 6 months

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bonfires (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)

day 22 of promptober, and the first full fic i've ever written where these little shits are actually bf and gf. it's bonfire night and you're going to matty's mum's. have fun <3

"it's weird doing this with you."

matty looks up from his phone, brows knitted together. "what d'you mean?"

"i mean," you swivel to face him, moving your feet from the seat beside you onto the floor and resting your head on your hand. "i used to get the train from manchester to wilmslow all the time. but it was always to see you, never with you. and now… here you are."

your boyfriend (!!) smiles, taking your hand; your heart flutters when you realise he's tracing little lovehearts on the back of it. "it's a good kind of weird, though, yeah?"

"'course it is," you kiss his hand. "i don't have to imagine you and get excited now - i can look at you and do it instead."

matty's cheeks go pink. god, you love it when that happens. "you really used to do that?"

you nod. every time, without fail, you would resolve to focus on the view from the train window as you travelled south, trying to be in the moment and enjoy the peace of the journey, willing the shift from city to town to instil some sort of calm within you as it does for so many other people. but knowing who you were going to see… it always became impossible to stop your thoughts drifting to your best friend, and how in love with him you were - are - and how excited you were to see him. staying calm was never an option when it came to matty.

it still isn't; the way he looks at you gives you goosebumps, and sends your heart into a frenzy. when matty looks at you, you feel like you're the only two people in the world.

right now, you are. well, you're the only two people in the train carriage, which is basically the same thing, and therefore you're a bit more inclined towards pda with your boyfriend (even thinking about matty with that title makes you giddy) than you would normally be. smiling, you lean across the table and pout your lips; matty presses his own to them immediately, hand coming up to hold your face as he kisses you sweetly. he sighs against your lips. you smile against his. it's perfect.

matty kisses your forehead when he pulls away. "how long have we got left to go, d'you think, sweetheart?"

you reluctantly tear your eyes away from his face long enough to glance out the window, returning to gazing lovingly at him as soon as you register your location. "ten, fifteen minutes?"

"i'd have been at the station by now, waiting for your train to get in," matty smiles fondly at the memory, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand. "pacing, outside in the car park. actually, i'd have been there ten minutes before that, and all."

"really? you were there that early?"

"yeah. i'd leave the house as soon as you'd text to tell me you were walking into piccadilly, pretty much."

you giggle. "but why, baby?"

matty shrugs, stroking your cheek with his index finger and smiling when you kiss it. "wanted to be waiting in case you got in early, or something. no fucking way was i going to miss a single second of spending time with you, darlin'."

jesus. you're thankful you're sitting down, because that statement would've damn well swiped the legs from under you - the thought of matty being so sweetly eager to see you, as eager as you were to see him, is heart-breakingly cute.

it's also, however, quite funny. "i can't believe you ever thought a northern train would be early," you laugh, twirling one of your boyfriend's curls around your finger as he rolls his eyes. "but that's really sweet, angel. and, to be honest," you get a bit bashful. "i used to stand at the train door for a full five minutes before we got to wilmslow, just so i could get off as quickly as possible and see you. used to be my favourite sight in the world, you standing waiting for me in that car park."

"oh, sweetheart," matty kisses you again. it's like a reflex for both of you, at this point, smooching whenever you reveal something sweet about all the years you spent (well, wasted) pining over each other; you hope it never stops. he grins cheekily afterwards. "and what's your favourite sight now?"

narcissist. but you love him for it. "this one's pretty good, actually, sitting on a train going home with you. feels like a homecoming for me, too."

"that's fucking adorable, sweetheart, but you cannot say that in front of my mum. she won't let us leave if she hears it."

you smile. "she really misses you, doesn't she?"

"nah, babe, she misses you," matty shakes his head. "that weekend i came up here without you, because you had that exam and couldn't leave london? she was distraught. think she'd rather i'd have stayed in the flat and you came up alone, to be honest."

"bless her. well, we're a package deal now," you kiss your boyfriend's head. "you jump, i jump, jack."

"i'd argue i'm more jess than logan, babe, but yeah."

"oh, you wish," you smirk. "but whatever. the point still stands."

"where you lead, i will follow," matty smiles softly, and you grumble about missing the arguably more obvious gilmore girls reference. "although mum won't complain about that at all - can't believe she fucking cried tears of joy when i told her we were together. she's wanted it for years, apparently."

"so have we, to be fair."

"no, absolutely, but mum's on a completely different level. it's like all her christmases have come at once," matty sighs. "thank christ we're walking to the house. gives us time to prepare for her fawning over us."

"true," you kiss your boyfriend again. "and it'll be nice. like old times, but better."

that assessment of yours proves to be correct from the second you leave the train and wilmslow station. at 2pm on a wednesday, the car park is quiet, and matty uses that as an opportunity to run slightly ahead of you with a "wait there, babe!" - you do as he asks, smiling when he reaches a specific lampost and turns round. you can see his grin from three parking spaces' width away. "alright, my girl, you can come over now."

the déja vu practically sucker-punches you as you oblige. it's impossible to even comprehend how many times you've done this exact walk to this exact lampost to meet the exact same boy, smiling the exact same smile he always has upon seeing you.

(fuck, you were so oblivious to his feelings for you. you fucking idiot.)

"hi," you wink as you near matty. "that was a cute little exercise in nostalgia, baby."

"i'm glad you think so, darlin'," matty pulls you into a hug - again, the same as he always did. your body reacts the way it always has, too, muscles relaxing and nerves reducing and serotonin levels skyrocketing; you're convinced your face must be gormless in contentment when it ends. "but now i'd like to do something new, if you don't mind. although i s'pose it's nostalgic for me, given that i thought about it every time i met you here."

"ooh, ok. what?"

matty smiles. "this."

his hands gently meet your jaw, and your lips meet a beat later. the kiss doesn't last long, but it's long enough for your hands to make their way onto matty's waist and his tongue to slip inside your mouth, and long enough for you to be able to tell how much he loves you just from the way he kisses you. although, it would be impossible for you not to know that fact already - he only tells you upwards of twenty times a day.

it's such a good kiss that you're actually woozy when it ends, blinking rapidly in an attempt to stop your head spinning. "wow."

"that good?" comes the response, accompanied - naturally - by a smirk.

you glare at your boyfriend, who only laughs and takes your hand. "m'sorry, baby, couldn't resist. thank you for letting me be self-indulgent. shall we?"

he holds out his hand. you take it, and after a quick kiss to your temple, the two of you begin the familiar walk to matty's old house. like him being on the train with you, it initially feels weird to have matty hold your hand as you go, but the feeling doesn't last long - by the time you're halfway there, joyfully pointing out places you went together and houses of his classmates you crashed parties in, his hand in yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. it's only been a month since the two of you finally got together, but you've both taken to the romantic, couple-y side of life together with relish and ease; despite your respective reservations about getting together and potentially ruining your friendship, it's all been so smooth that you think both you and matty would say that it almost feels like your relationship was predestined, fated, meant to be.

others would and will say the same, including matty's own mother, who throws the front door open so hard when she sees you walking hand-in-hand up the path that the handle chips the brickwork on the wall. she winces at the scraping sound it makes. "oh, bugger."

matty snorts. "nice one, mum. excited to see us?"

"less of the lip, matthew. hi, darling!" denise hugs you, before embracing her son. she steps back, smiling as widely as you've ever seen her, taking in the sight of you and matty and his arm slung sweetly around your waist. "oh, it really is lovely to see the two of you like this. together at last! i always said you'd be a perfect couple, didn't i, matty? anyway, come in and get settled "

you turn to your boyfriend, whose cheeks have rose-tinted at his mother's words. smiling, you kiss one of said rosy cheeks, and follow denise inside. she's still talking, about guests "already starting to come over for tonight, so i'll leave the two of you to your own devices for now. i imagine you'll be a bit tired from the travel - and from studying, for you, darling, i assume? i'm very proud of you, though, smart girl. you know, i've been going around telling everyone 'oh, my daughter in law is training as a solicitor', she's very accomplished, and they're all so-"

"mum," matty interjects, not unkindly. "we really are a bit tired. talk later, yeah?"

"oh, of course. sorry, sorry," denise waves you off. "looking forward to a good girlie catchup later, darling!"

"me too!" you shout, as matty pulls you down the hall, up the stairs, and into his old bedroom. he face plants onto his bed with an "ughhhhhhh", and you giggle. "happy to be home?"

"mixed emotions, actually," matty rolls over to look at you. "because, on one hand, mum's stressing me out already, calling you her daughter in law…"

"i thought that was quite sweet, baby."

"...but, on the other hand," he opens his arms out, and you climb onto the bed and into them without a second thought. matty's hands find your hips almost immediately. "i've got you on my lap in my old bed. nothing could be better."

an idea pops into your head - it's twisted of you, you know it, but you can't resist. grabbing the hem of your jumper, you pull it over your head and throw the fabric to the floor, leaving your top half bare save the dark red bra you know is your boyfriend's favourite. his breath catches in his throat, and you smile, saccharine. "slight improvement?"

"you-" matty lies down and covers his face with his hands, breathing heavily. when he looks back up at you, though, he's smiling (albeit slightly defeatedly). "you knew that would get me, you minx."

"i suspected, yes."

"oh, she's cheeky," matty smacks your still-covered bum, sitting up quickly to kiss you and muffle the moan that escapes your lips when his hand makes contact. "i'll have to do something about that."

sheer glee overcomes you. "now?"

matty softens, tenderly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "no, sweetheart. i want to take my time with you, and that's time we don't have tonight. but," his lips kiss up your neck, and hover over your ear. "i'm going to fuck you in this bed before we go back to london at the weekend, i promise. sound good?"

"very," you nod, kissing matty's forehead. "do we still have time to kiss for a bit now, though?"

your boyfriend checks the alarm clock on the bedside table, a digital radio thing that used to blast system of a down in lieu of an actual alarm. "one really long one."

"fine by me," you say, hooking a finger under matty's chin and pulling him to you. he rolls the two of you over so you're under him, bringing his hands to hold your face as he kisses you.

the pda from earlier was nice, but you far prefer these private making out sessions; the kisses are far more passionate, sloppier and dirtier and desperate. matty tangles his hands in your hair, and kisses like he's trying to devour you. quite frankly, you'd let him.

actually, the way he looks when he pulls away from your lips (your foreheads stay touching, a tender contrast to the passion of the kiss), beautiful eyes wide and staring adoringly at you, cheeks flushed, lips kissed and bitten cherry-red? you'd let him do anything to you.

god, you still can't believe he's yours.

and he's quite set on showing that you're his, it seems; after exchanging "i love you"s, matty peels himself off both you and the bed to rifle through the wardrobe, uttering a quiet but excited "fuck yeah" when he comes across something.

he turns, and you see he's holding a familiar blue hoodie with a yellow design. "d'you wanna wear this tonight? it's quite cosy."

"are you serious?" you gawk at him, remembering several occasions of having to coax matty out of actually hitting people should they dare even touch that hoodie. "that's, like, your most prized possession. you didn't even want to bring it to the flat in case something happened to it in the move."

"yeah."

"and you're giving it to me? to wear? to a bonfire?"

"yeah," matty grins. "wanna try it on?"

you nod, taking the hoodie and carefully pulling it over your head. he's right. it is cosy. "how do i look?"

"oh my god," matty's jaw drops as he takes you in; it lifts back into a smile as he smoothes your hair and kisses your nose. "perfect. my perfect girl. i love you."

"i love you too," you rake a hand through matty's curls, gently massaging his scalp. "i'm excited for tonight. more so now that i'm wearing this."

your boyfriend laughs. "me too, darlin'. it'll be sweet."

he's right. it's one of the colder november 5ths you remember experiencing, weather-wise, but matty never gives you the chance to get cold; his hands are either holding your own or on your waist as you chat to his family (who all share the same sentiment that "it's so nice to finally see the two of you all loved-up. we knew it would happen!"), keeping you ensconced in a cocoon of literal warmth and love-induced glow. the only time he lets go of you is to get you a drink or a baked potato or another s'more, and even then his less-than-a-minute-long departures are bookended by little kisses - the same sort of cute, giggly ones he gives you to get rid of the chocolate from the s'mores lingering on your lips.

as you wait for the fireworks display, the main event of the night, matty settles on a camping chair and tugs you onto his lap, covering you both in an old tartan blanket. he kisses your temple. "you having fun, darlin'?"

"mhmm. a lot of fun," you snuggle into him, taking a sip of your tea and holding the flask towards him. "want some?"

he takes a sip, wincing as the brew hits his tongue. "christ, sweetheart. i don't know how you can drink that. s'far too strong."

"well, i'm sweet enough already."

another kiss. "yeah, you are," matty murmurs against your lips. "sweet girl. my sweet girl."

you restart the kiss at the exact moment the fireworks start to shoot into the sky and burst into colour - naturally, it doesn't last long at all, because you and your boyfriend both start laughing at the unintentionally perfect timing.

matty kisses your nose instead. "you know, as heavy-handed as it was, i'm glad that just happened. i always feel like there's fireworks going off in my brain when you kiss me. and that nat king cole song, too."

"which song?"

"you know," matty bobs his head, presumably to the music playing in it. "l! is for the way you look at me!"

giggling, you kiss his cheek. "so… like the opening scene in the parent trap, yeah?"

matty's brow furrows, and he opens his mouth as if to argue; he closes it after about half a second and sighs. "yeah, exactly like that. without the divorce, though."

"i would hope so," you snuggle further into him. "wouldn't mind if you bought a vineyard in napa, though. i could get used to that."

matty smiles against your neck. "well, i'll see what i can do after the second album releases."

"thanks, baby."

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killymafterdark · 3 months

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Simon wasn’t planning on killing again so quickly, still riding the high of destroying the teacher who liked their students a tad too much. But then he found himself at the Manchester Piccadilly one morning, no reason, no purpose. He briefly wondered what he was doing there, but then... Simon saw him.

The man was clearly new to the city, getting off the train with a backpack, a suitcase, and a cardboard box under his arm, a look of feeling lost in an unfamiliar place weighing down his handsome features. Simon felt it then, deep in his gut, a stir of excitement that made his instincts sing. He immediately felt drawn to the man, enticed like never before with anyone else.

Simon didn’t know what the man did to deserve catching Simon’s eye that day, but he was determined to find out. His intuition was never wrong, which told him there was a good reason for them to meet like that. He had to get to him, had to study him. He had to have him.

Simon watched as the man looked something up on his phone, unapologetically taking up space in the middle of the station, not caring in the slightest that he was blocking the path, making other passengers go around him. That checks, Simon thought, gauging the guy as obnoxious. Just look at that hair.

Simon cocked his head, watching as the man crumpled his printed-out ticket and threw it in the nearby trash bin before heading towards the main exit.

He loved people’s disregard for the safety of their personal information.

Simon waited half a minute before he moved. He quickly grabbed the ticket from the top of the trash pile and left the station to follow the man. He stopped in the smoking zone by the taxi parking, where the man was waiting for his Uber. Simon lit a cigarette, lazily leaning on the wall, before unfolding the paper to see the man’s name. He traced the letters with his fingertips. John MacTavish.

“Hello, Johnny,” he said under his breath, watching MacTavish enter the car.

A ghostsoap serial killer AU I wrote for the discord's spooky exchange. Hold My Breath in Your Hands available on AO3.

Explicit | 18,6k words

#stalking #obsession #violence #revenge #voyeurism #kinks #murder

#ghoap fic #ghoap #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #cod smut #soapghost #soap x ghost #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #cod fic #writers on tumblr #fanfic #killym writes fandom sh:t

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hannahlockillustration · 10 months

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I'm at Craft and Flea at Mayfield Depot in Manchester today, just by Piccadilly Station from 11 until 5pm today. Hope to see some of you there!

#craft fair #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #artists on tumblr #art #illo #illust

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listingcereals · 5 months

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Calendar of Resistance for Palestine! Events and actions around the world

Saturday, November 25

ARGENTINA

BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Parque Centenaria (Bicycles for Palestine.)

AUSTRALIA

CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Garema Place.

GEELONG, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 12 pm, 115 Moorabool St, march to Marles’ ministerial office.

GOLD COAST, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Broadwater Parklands.

HOBART, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Davey St.

LAUNCESTON, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Civic Square.

PADSTOW, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 12:30 pm, UMA Centre.

WOLLONGONG, AUSTRALIA – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Crown St Amphitheatre.

AUSTRIA

WIENER, AUSTRIA – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Wiener Neustadt, Herzog Leopoldstrasse 32.

VIENNA, AUSTRIA – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Christian-Broda-Platz.

BELGIUM

BRUSSELS, BELGIUM – Sat Nov 25, 6 pm, Gare Centrale.

CANADA AND QUEBEC

MONTREAL, QUEBEC – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Place des Arts.

OTTAWA, CANADA – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Parliament Hill.

VANCOUVER, BC (CANADA) – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Vancouver Art Gallery.

SAINT JOHN, NB (CANADA) – Sat Nov 25, 12 pm, King’s Square.

WINNIPEG, MANITOBA (CANADA) – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Manitoba Legislative Bldg.

ENGLAND

ALTRINCHAM, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, George St.

BLACKBURN, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, Darwen St.

BOLTON, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, Market St.

BRIGHTON, ENGLAND – Saturday Nov 25, 12 pm, Clock Tower.

BURY, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, Central St.

ESSEX, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 12 pm, Square 5.

LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Bombed Out Church.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 12 pm, Park Lane, Central London.

MANCHESTER, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Piccadilly Gardens.

OLDHAM, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, High St.

ROCHDALE, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, Yorkshire St.

STOCKPORT, ENGLAND – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Barclays Bank, Bridge St.

FRANCE

MONTPELLIER, FRANCE – Sat Nov 25, 4 pm, Place de la Comedie.

PARIS, FRANCE – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Place de la Nation.

TOULOUSE, FRANCE – Sat Nov 25, 5 pm, Metro Reynerie

GERMANY

AACHEN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3:30 pm, Hauptbahnhof

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Oranienplatz.

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Anhalter Bahnhof.

DRESDEN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Wiener Platz

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Hauptwache.

FREIBURG AM BREISGAU, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 11 am, Augustinerplatz.

SAARBRUCKEN, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Landwehrplatz

WEIMAR, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 3:30 pm, Hauptbahnhof

WUPPERTAL, GERMANY – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Geschwister Scholl Platz

IRELAND

BELFAST, IRELAND – Sat Nov 25, 1 pm, Outside Ulster University, York St

SLIGO, IRELAND – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, GPO.

ITALY

MILANO, ITALY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Piazza Castello.

REGGIO EMILIA, ITALY – Sat Nov 25, 3 pm, Piazza della Vittoria.

JAPAN

SENDAI, JAPAN – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Sendai Station

TOKYO, JAPAN – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Tears for Palestine, Shibuya (Hachiko)

NETHERLANDS

GRONINGEN, NETHERLANDS – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Ossenmarket.

HOOGERHEIDE, NETHERLANDS – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Kooiweg 40. Shut Elbit Down.

TILBURG, NETHERLANDS – Sat Nov 25, 2 pm, Central Station.

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#palestine #israel

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phanfictioncatalogue · 6 months

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Manchester (2) Masterlist

part one

2011 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan and Phil move in together.

all the light we can see. (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: Being back in Manchester even after all this time made him feel like he needed to be on edge for something that wouldn’t happen again—but sometimes the memories sat their in his bones, made him ache and reminded him that it was a part of him that would always exist, and he had learned to love and treat it the best that he could.

by the faded orange wall (ao3) - morelikeexisting

Summary: There are a few names scattered around on that horrendously orange wall, initials enclosed in hearts.

“Can we?” Dan asks, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

Phil smiles.

( or the one where they meet in Manchester and visit the same place nearly 10 years later )

december 4th: where the heart is (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dan and phil visit manchester

doesn't feel right (ao3) - animad

Summary: Phil goes and visits his parents on the isle of man, leaving Dan home alone in the Manchester apartment for the first time.

doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.

(TW) Far too young to die (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan relapses (he was never clean) and stays over at Phil’s apartment, a conversation ensues.

Fireworks (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: obligatory 2009 dnp fic featuring blushy!insecure!dan and bold!shameless!phil, manchester eye, and gross fluff

flicking through the pages (i've written in my memory) (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: Dan and Phil return to Manchester for a nostalgia-filled day before heading off on their world tour.

Going Nuts (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: Dan is going nuts in Manchester. But one midnight trip to the supermarket changes everything.

here, with you, there’s nothing else i need (ao3) - deathlytireddan

Summary: Sometimes Phil thinks the longer he knows Dan the more much he becomes. It doesn’t make sense, not really. Phil thinks Dan would get it, though.

I Think I'm Going to Like it Here (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Dan and Phil’s very first meeting at Manchester Piccadilly station, except they have cat and bunny ears because reasons

i'll go with you (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: Dan drops out of uni.

In Starbucks (with you) (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: Things are just beginnig for them, but they’re also coming to an end. An afternoon in Manchester, a coffee shop sofa, and some memories.

In the Dark (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Dan and Phil decide to move in together.

It's Good To Be In Manchester (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Dan and Phil are in Manchester visiting their friends Ian and Lauren Ian and Lauren’s daughter draws a cute photo of Phil.

(Based on a Phil insta story, link in notes)

It's not hair dye (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit

Summary: Dan is always finding ways to be loud about his sex life, isn't he?

Or the incident that originated the iconic tweet

I've got you, brother (ao3) - Findus26

Summary: Dan is visiting his family and as always, things turn sour quickly.

Dan wants to run back to Phil, but somehow, he finds himself in his brother’s room for what might be their first ever honest conversation.

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again...

Lovesick (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: "This was meant to happen."

"You know fate's bullshit, right?" Dan says, but his voice isn't as steady as it was a second ago.

"Not for us," Phil says.

In which it's 2009 and there's Dan, Phil and the Manchester Eye

luminescence (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: When packing for London, Phil realises he's amassed quite the candle collection. So, naturally, he decides to light them all at once.

Manchester (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: 13 March 2010 @amazingphil- “Looking at apartments in Manchester:]”

meander through the garden of your mind (we can take our time) (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: “I don’t—,” Dan starts but then cuts himself off. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not PJ’s reaction that I’m worried about. It’s the saying of words bit.”

a fic about identity and the ways we can create and explore it

Mess (ao3) - expiredlove

Summary: When Dan leaves, he always leaves a little mess behind.

missed time (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan comes back from India and goes straight to Manchester to see Phil.

Put my name at the top of your list (ao3) - trainsimulator

swept away (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: you caught my drift when i was restless,

when the current flows

i'm gonna flow with you

swept away by diana ross

Up the Hill, Making Memories (ao3) - husbants

Summary: It's the night of October 19th, 2009. The bus has just dropped Dan and Phil off after their day in Manchester together. This doesn't mean the night is over, though: they've got one long hill to climb before they're getting to Phil's house.

(And maybe they are a little excited to get to Phil's house.)

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #Manchester #Manchester Masterlist

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notallfay · 1 year

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The official meeting of the "Secret #Mothman Appreciation Society" meeting has begun. This is not even all our Mothmen. . . . . . #cryptids #cryptid #needlefelting #wool #needlefeltinglove #feltedwool #feltingwork #plushie #plushtoy #toylovers #toycollecting #toylove (at Manchester Piccadilly station) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpxr112jUq4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mothman #cryptids #cryptid #needlefelting #wool #needlefeltinglove #feltedwool #feltingwork #plushie #plushtoy #toylovers #toycollecting #toylove

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there-are-4-lights · 5 months

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#sexist advertising #feminism

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movingnortharchive · 1 month

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Obligatory photos of the journey to Platform 14

Manchester Piccadilly Train Station, November 2022 // Kodak Ultramax

#film photography #35mm film #film is not dead #Manchester #train station #Ultramax #olympus trip af md

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mcflythrills78 · 2 months

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At Manchester piccadilly station

#danny jones #tom fletcher #will.i.am #the voice uk #McFly #2024 #ig video

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garland-on-thy-brow · 2 years

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International demostration for the captive defenders of Mariupol - June 25th!

‼️ Post last UPDATED with new locations on June 24! More countries and locations have been added. It is alphabetized by countries, find yours!

Please pay attention that while most of the demonstrations will be held on June 25, some are on June 26 - those special cases are highlighted in the list. ‼️

Peaceful demonstrations with the motto «Azovstal. Free Mariupol defenders» will take place all over Europe on Saturday, June 25th (and some, on June 26th). List of cities below. Please come if you can, and share the information.

The purpose is to save the defenders of Mariupol from torture and brutality while they are held prisoners by russia, and to help them return home as soon as possible. This is a plea of every Ukrainian, and the world must hear it.

We need to remind the world about our captive heroes, to draw the attention of international organizations to the conditions they are held in, to ensure their situation is monitored by international community.

Below is the list of cities where demonstrations will be held. If your city is on the list - please come to support Ukrainian heroes, and invite people to come with you. If not - I ask you to share the information, and possibly contact your local organizations to see if you can gather in your city too.

Australia 🇦🇺

Customs House, Sydney, NSW

26.06 (‼️)