#mattie tries to be creative

[allylikethecat]

I apologize for the delay, my horse is my favorite creature on this entire planet and he was being particularly adorable this evening and thus I didn't want to leave him. Then I realized if I wanted to eat dinner I needed to go to the grocery store. BUT I am now home, and the next chapter of the A&E Fic will be up momentarily! It's a little shorter than the previous chapter but I hope that y'all like it and will be eagerly awaiting to hear people's thoughts / feelings / questions / comments!

#allylikethecat #ally's thoughts #ally's creative process of lack there of #Pop is the best and hanging out with him is always the priority lol #a&e fic #The a&e fic #the infection verse fic #the infection fic verse #the infection verse #infection verse fic #infection fic verse #infection verse #i hope yall like it #i tried to mix it up a tad #there are only so many ways i can hospitalize this fictional!matty for drug related reasons #if i had known i was going to write a fic about his trips to a&e when i wrote that line in the eye infection fic #i would have included more variety in the reason for his visits

[gentlemean]

Since I'm getting back into composing, I wanted to set myself some challenges. I'd say my orchestral music is pretty good, but I haven't really tried to write anything beyond the realm of classical symphonies lately.

So: I set out to write a little theme for @meat-planet, which is the silly little webcomic of @cottoncandylesbo and their streaming gang (whose streams I've been enjoying greatly over the last few months!!).

Creative thoughts under the cut!

Picture this: you're sitting in a cheap diner, and while you're trying to enjoy the deepfried food of your choice, those whimsical idiots who are running the place keep getting into trouble.

In the background, we've got some typical lo-fi stuff. An electric guitar playing gentle chords, an electric bass, some drums, all run through that nice filter that makes everything soft.

Then, the individual characters get their chances to shine:

First off, there's @jame7t. They're clumsy, they're funny, they get into trouble. Their voice is played by a guitar with a wah-filter, because a weh-filter hasn't been invented yet.

Following them, there's @kelleycubes, being played by the slimiest sythesizer I could fit into this song. She's more elegant, more refined, more slimy.

Next is @sanitymakesposts, with the acoustic guitar. He's gentle, he's taking the time to stike whole chords instead of just pressing forward with his melody.

Then it's time for the big boss herself, @cottoncandylesbo. They've got that crunchy distortion, his electric guitar is the only thing in this song that's kinda grinding against the soft lo-fi filter.

Second to last, we've got @christianstepmoms. Siel is grumpy but straightforward, and his part is the only one that doesn't start with a pick-up beat.

Last but not least, we've got @cryptotheism's Mattie. Mattie's voice is played by a clarinet, goofing around in the background. It's more lively than the others, with multiple groups of eight notes instead of calmer, distinct melodies.

#mine

[ughgoaway]

wait Adam's new tattoo has me thinking...

(teacher au btw <3)

so you and matty have been together for a good few years now, not engaged or anything but you live together and are very clearly stuck together forever.

it's a girls night between the wives and gfs of the 1975 (working on a seprate blurb about this little group hehe) and you're all out dancing and having the best fucking time.

you all get a little too drunk, and someone brings up the idea of tattoos, and before you know it, you're at a tattoo shop at 1 am planning tattoos.

carly gets a sweet thing for baby hann, charli gets a "G" on her hip, and you are sitting there trying to think of something cute but hidden. it's strictly no visible tattoos at school, so you're trying to think of a creative placement when the perfect one suddenly comes to mind...

cut to the next morning, and matty is picking you up from Charli's. You're doing surprisingly well for how much you drank and are eager to show matty your new tattoo.

you jump into the car, and obviously matty leans over immediately to kiss you, "Hi baby, have a good night?" he says whilst leaning in.

you pull back, and he immediately gets a grumpy look on his face. You have to stifle your laughter at the similarity between his and Annie's grumpy face before you explain yourself.

"Ah ah ah. no kisses, let me talk for just one sec, okay?" matty nods suspiciously but only pulls back slightly, clearly waiting to see if you'll let him give you a peck.

"Okay... so, as you know, the girls and I went out last night, and we got a little tipsy. someone brought up the idea of tattoos and..." mattys eyes light up at the word tattoos, and his eyes follow your hands, eager to see the reveal.

he's confused at first when they go up to your mouth, but his jaw soon drops when he sees "matty" scrawled on the inside of your bottom lip.

he's silent... a little too silent, just staring with wide eyes. you tentatively release your lip and say "so... what do you think, " hoping that he doesn't absolutely despise it, because not only would that be so awkward, it would also kill you inside.

matty still says nothing, but you see his hand move down to his trousers and not so subtly adjust himself.

internally, you say, "Why? oh- OH!" And soon, any slither of worry on your face was wiped away and replaced with a sly smirk.

you lean over and place your hand on his knee, noticing his leg jerk at the touch. you can't hide the confidence in your voice when you say, "matty... are you seriously hard right now because I tattooed your name in my lip? " You finish with a giggle that has matty throwing his head back and groaning.

"I mean, can you blame me??? it's like you've branded yourself as mine. my caveman brain is going haywire right now. " he tries to lean closer to kiss you again. You let him get centimetres away before ever so slightly pulling back. earning you another disgruntled groan and readjustment from matty.

"So let me just get this straight," you whisper, only turning matty on more, "you got hard because you like that I'm marking myself as yours, hmm?"

he groans hungrily and grabs your face, pulling you in roughly and kissing you as hard as he can without hurting your lip.

he nods dumbly as his eyes stay laser focused on your lips. slightly condescendingly you say, "Oh baby," before finally giving matty some mercy and kissing him.

#idk... just thinking... #can you tell i want a lip tattoo #anyway girls night with the ladies of the 1975 would be fucking insane #how are we feeling about this concept?? #teacher au!

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 10 (the final chapter)

A/N: I want to thank all of you for supporting this fic so much since the start. Nothing would've the same without you, without your comments, wishes, excitement, encouragement, EVERYTHING. All of you that read it are a substantial part of 'All I Need' and I'll be forever grateful for it. I hope you like the end...have a happy reading, guys!!! 😘😘

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut (MINORS DON'T INTERACT!!!), baby in hospital, sickness, typos.

Word count: 9.8 K

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1 month later

Finally, the dynamic around the house came to a normal one. 

When Matty wasn’t away for a few days during the weeks doing shows –here and there– around the UK, he was at home with his girls. Amelia was stoic to have daddy’s time and attention. 

Y/n love to watch them play around the house, Matty was making his life purpose to play with his daughter when he had the time. Y/n would never admit it, but sometimes she sneaked behind the door after excusing herself to do some chores. Matty and Amelia were so engrossed into the game to notice that mommy was watching them like if it was a play. 

It was sweet to watch him when Amelia asked –as best as she could– Matty to play princesses. Over all, it was funny when she tried to make him fit into one of her tiny dresses. Matty was only able to fit his arms, and not even all the way. Whatever would make Amelia happy, her dad was ready to do. 

All of their games were fun to watch: from tea parties to being pirates. 

Y/n wanted to be as creative as he was, although her way to spend time with Amelia have to do more with watching films and spending hours without end drawing, or painting with their hands. 

Amelia and Y/n were in the middle of one of their’s mommy and daughter time before nap time watching ‘A Bug’s Life’, Amelia was getting a bit sleepy already. When, suddenly, Y/n felt a strange wave of heat brushed over her body. She got scared for a minute. Y/n stayed still, trying to find what was wrong inside her.

Trying not to startle her daughter, she managed to run towards the downstairs bathroom. All the content inside her stomach was flushed down the toilet a couple of minutes later. Y/n pushed the button, raising her hand as best as she could. Feeling tired after the sudden actions, she rested her forehead on the toilet for a second. 

Y/n tried to pick herself from the floor as best as she could. Once on her feet, she had a look at the bathroom mirror. The mirror's reflection showed a very pale woman. Y/n washed her face, hands, and teeth. 

Once again, beside Amelia, Y/n stared at her calmed face deep into sleep. She would let her sleep her nap on the couch. The spiral inside her head, ignoring the film, focusing on what was happening to her body.

If she was honest with herself, she hadn't kept her medical records really updated. What if…?

Y/n shook her head, trying not to think about the worst possible scenarios. Even when her mind kept pushing to think about how Amelia was going to lose her mother, and how Matty would manage being a single father. ‘It’s only a stomach bug’, Y/n thought for herself. Adding a mental note to book a visit with her doctor.

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Y/n stirred when a hand brushed the apple of her check. Her first instinct was to look after Amelia, she was on the floor playing with blocks of different colours. Y/n felt relieved, resting again on the cushions, closing her eyes. 

“So, am I invisible or what?” Matty asked from her side, surprising her. 

Matty was supposed to arrived two days later, even though he was there and that was what only mattered for Y/n. 

She opened her eyes wide, focusing on his form, “What the f-” Y/n couldn’t help to launch her body to be closer to him. Matty huffed, feeling her body on top of his. “You are home early!” Y/n shouted on his ear. The singer laughed about it, rounding her with his arms. 

Matty looked tired, although there was something about his hair –it was shorter, there were still long curls to ran her hands through– and his casual outfit –something rare on him–, that made Y/n felt feral about him. Nothing that she would tell him. 

“Hello to you too, baby.” Matty joked, happily, touching the width of her back. She was wearing the –his– blue hoodie, and his heart couldn’t help to skip a bit about her wearing his clothes. 

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n said more shyly this time, staring at his eyes. He was directly staring at her, making Y/n feel a chaotic mix of warm feelings inside her.

Matty let his right hand make its way towards the back of her head, “Come here.” he pushed her face closer to his, gently. Matty left a chaste kiss on Y/n’s lips. “Agh, I missed you.” he mumbled in them.

Y/n pushed back a little, “You went away for three days…” she pestered him. 

“Haven’t you missed me?” 

She faked thinking about it, “Mmm, I think I’ve noticed I didn’t have my personal heating at night.”

“Oh, am I an object for you now?” Matty continued inquiring her. Y/n felt his touch everywhere, being hyperconscious of him closer to her body. 

Y/n brushed her hair back, “What else then?”

Matty pouted visibly,  “Meany.”

“Stop crying, Healy.” Y/n pecked his lips sweetly, letting her lips detached from his slowly and painfully sexy for him. 

“And do what?” he replied suggestively, pushing Y/n’s body closer.

During the past month, the tension was raising, although neither of them dared to do something significantly about it. Matty and Y/n, both, were terrified about the idea of scaring away the other. Even though, they thought about being tangled with the other a lot.

Y/n rounded his shoulders, “Kiss me.” she said, directly.

Matty smiled wide. “My pleasure.”

Y/n tried to keep the kiss PG rated, because Amelia was around. It was hard when Matty was kissing her like they haven’t seen each other for years. She sighted loud. 

The sound, coming from her mother’s mouth, startled Amelia. The little girl paddled towards her parents.

“Mommy, mommy.” she tried to gain her mother’s attention, making grabby hands.

Y/n picked Amelia up, leaving her between their bodies. Matty groaned when Y/n moved far from his embrace, although having his daughter close made him happy.

“The Healy’s are needy people.” Y/n teased Matty. 

“Daddy!” she chanted, falling on her bum resting her back on Y/n’s side, even though she stared at her father with admiration. 

Matty rolled his eyes at Y/n, “As if you aren’t needy from time to time.”

“‘m not.” she defended herself, brushing back Amelia’s hair with only her hands.

“Do you want to be one?” 

Y/n knew what Matty was referring to, although she preferred to joke about it. “A needy person?”

“Aren’t we all a little bit needy?” Matty got distracted by the topic for a second. “But- No, I mean the other…don’t you-” he tried to continue his idea, getting mixed up with the words because he was scary of her reaction to it.

Y/n chuckled softly. It wasn’t common for Matty to be that shy, so she was going to take advantage of the moment, “What?” she asked, sporting a big smile.

“Forget it.” he muttered, stubborn. Matty changed his attention from Y/n to Amelia, leaning forward to be face to face at her high. “Mommy is being mean with daddy.” he informed her, pouting visibly. Amelia’s smile disappeared seeing his daddy looking sad, Matty opened his arms instructing her –silently– to be closer to him. She obeyed. “I need kisses.” Amelia planted a few open-mouthed kisses on his cheek. Matty didn’t want her to grow up any more. His little baby was perfect. 

“No! Tell me!” Y/n interrupted the little moment between father and daughter, continuing with the discussion.

“No, you don’t want. I get it. Fine.” Matty said, offended.

Y/n snorted, his frown wrinkling his forehead and the still lingering pout made him look so cute. “You never really asked!” she protested.

“You implied it.” Matty narrowed his eyes.

“Daddy!” Amelia called him. Matty looked down at her.

“Mel-mel!” he repeated her tone.

Y/n couldn’t stop smiling. She mischievous said, “I do want.”

“Stop.” Matty’s cheeks turning crimson with the implication of her words.

“Matty!”

“What?”

“Ask me!”

He was going to keep his front steady until the last consequences, “I don’t want any more.” It was his time to teased her a little. Tango is danced by two. 

“Baby.” Y/n started whining.

The singer tried with all his force to prevent the smile creping from the corner of his lips. “Fine.” Matty rolled his eyes at her. He waited a few seconds, extending the moment to make it more dramatic, then he asked,  “Do you want to be a Healy?”

Y/n made direct eye contact with him. “You’ll have to get down on one knee to find out.” 

“Fuck you!” Matty spat.

Y/n scolded him right away from it, “Matthew!” looking at Amelia staring at her parent's talk.

“Sorry, my love.” Matty kissed Amelia’s head.

“I love you”  Y/n said, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, you’re in a mood today.” Matty stated.

“So, you don’t love me? Okay, perfect.” Y/n faked being angry. Sometimes it was fun for her to joke with him. Y/n knew that Matty was down for that kind of silly games with her. “I’m going to cook Amelia’s dinner.” she let her words linger in the air, not glancing at her daughter and father. Which obviously pissed Matty.

He started to protest from the couch, “Y/n, you started-”

“No, I get it, Matty!” she answered from the kitchen, gathering the ingredients she needed. “With all this models and beautiful girls surrounding you-” 

Matty stopped her abruptly, “Y/n-”

She continued to rant, without acknowledging his presence,  “I can see why you don’t love me any more. Three days away-”

Even with Amelia in his arms, Matty took Y/n by the arm, flushing her body to his. He shut her words with a strong kiss, making her feel weak on the knees. Y/n was the first one to break the kiss because she starts laughing nervously directly on his lips.

Matty pushed back a few centimetres to glance at her eyes, saying, “I love you, you’re the love of my life.” 

“Oh, really?” Y/n couldn’t drop the teasing, if she did, she feared she would fell to the floor. He made her weak like no one else. 

“Yes!” Matty was growing desperate with her.

“What about your daughter?” Amelia was resting her head on Matty’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth his body provided. 

“Our daughter. Half you…besides, that’s another universe of love…” Matty spoke messily, he wanted Y/n to know how deep he had fallen for her and how much she really meant to him.

“Right.” Y/n pattered his chest softly.

“I love you.” Matty sentenced in a very serious tone. 

Y/n looked at his eyes, “I love you, ratty.” 

Matty groaned loud, “Agh!” Y/n hide her head on his neck, kissing the skin there while she enjoyed his scent. 

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Late at night, Matty made himself comfortable in Y/n’s bed, behind her. He knew she wasn’t still asleep, even though the lights were off, and they were ready to drift.

The singer sneaked his arms, one under her neck and his right hand touching slowly her waist. His fingers made a loving path on her skin, until his hand rested with the palm open on her belly. Matty felt how Y/n’s body stiffened.

He tried not to look too much into it, feeling better when Y/n relaxed under his touch. Matty drifted minutes later.

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Two days later

Right after Matty left for the gym, Grace showed up at the door as if she could sense when he wasn’t there. Y/n found that funny. 

Her best friend was nursing a cup of tea, enjoying the rare sunny day with Y/n and Amelia. The little girl took advantage of the day to explore the garden. From time to time she went from picking flowers, to kicking a ball –showing the Manchester United’ logo– long forgotten outside. 

“Fill me in.” Grace moved beside Y/n who was staring at her daughter to make sure she was alright. 

“About?”

“About you and the rat.” Grace said as if it was obvious. 

Y/n chuckled, “Are you ever going to stop calling him that?”

“Never.”

“Right.”

“So?”

“There isn’t much. We’re okay.” Y/n glanced down at her almost empty cup. 

“Are you trying for a baby yet?” Grace grinned behind the poetry, hiding it from Y/n. Amelia’s mother glanced at Grace with her eyes blanked. 

“We haven’t-”

“Why?”

Y/n tried to give Grace an explanation when she didn’t even have one. “We are taking things easy this time.”

“Oh, come on…you sleep together! Same bed! Are you still sleeping on the same bed, right?” Grace pushed her body closer to Y/n.

“Yes.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know, Grace!” Y/n shouted, frustrated.

Y/n’s friend held her hands up, showing her innocence…or trying. Y/n shook her head from side to side rapidly, trying to stop thinking about the matter for a second.

“Do you want to?” Grace asked the million question.

“Of course!” Y/n exclaimed way too quickly for her liking, so her hand went straightly to her mouth. Grace fell backwards on the outside couch, laughing very loudly. 

“Whore.” she moved her arms on the air, as she was envisioning a sign with the word. 

“Grace!” Y/n scolded her friend. It was a difficult mission as a parent to keep her away from the swearing.

“Sorry, mel-mel.” she shouted. “Mommy is needy!” Amelia came closer, titling her head, trying to understand her godmother’s words.

“Oh my god, Grace!” 

The little girl got distracted quickly by a bunch of butterflies around a bunch of flowers. She ran towards them. 

Grace went to ask, “Have you tried-”

“No.” Y/n interrupted her.

“Y/n!” Grace protested. “Are you going for a monk's lifestyle or what? He’s your boyfriend!” she pushed her body up again.

“Is he?” Y/n asked, making a weird face expression.

“I don’t know. Is he?”

“Maybe?”

“I swear…two idiots in love.” Grace affirmed, falling back once more. “Don’t be like your parents, Ames!” she screamed. 

“Thank you, Grace!”

“Hear me out, put some nice outfit…go on a date, and- you know!” Grace encouraged Y/n, knowing that from time to time her friend needed a little push to do the things she was excited about.

“What if he doesn’t want?” Y/n bit her nails, nervously.

“Bet you, a hundred quid, he’s going to say yes!” Grace sat back up. “Call him.”

Matty made his appearance, startling them, “Call who?”

“Fucking hell!” Grace cried out, making Y/n rolled her eyes at her. “Why you always do that, Healy?” she spat at him. 

Once Amelia’s sight fell on Matty’s form, she ran towards him, colliding with his legs. The frontman picked her up, kissing the crown of her head.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Come out of the blue, scaring the heck out of me!” Grace continued, meanwhile, Matty went to kiss Y/n openly in the mouth. Y/n’s friend inevitable grinned at them. 

Matty felt Grace’s staring, “What now?” he asked, not moving too far from Y/n’s side.

“Tell him, Y/n/n!” she chose to ignore his question, encouraging Y/n once again to ask him out.

“I hate you.” Y/n mumbled.

“Oh, no! You’re going to thank me later.” Grace winked at her.

“Tell me what?” Matty took a sit beside Y/n, leaving Amelia on the floor. He was scared of the two women conversations.

Y/n turned her body away from Grace, closer to Matty’s. She dared to ask him, “Do you want to go out?” with a lack of interest. 

Matty stared at her face. “Sure, don’t make it sound so fun, Y/n!” Grace screamed from between her hands, amplifying her voice, making Matty laughed.

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/n?” Matty combed her hair back, staring at her eyes and then her lips, making Y/n blush. 

“Yes?”

“I agree with the menace here.” Matty pointed, with a movement of his head, in Grace’s direction. “Ask me properly.”

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the embarrassment. “Do you want to go out with me, Matty?” she finally inquired.

“Yes.” Matty replied without skipping a bit.

“Told ya!” Grace pushed herself from the couch, jumping as a signal of victory. “Give me my money!” she extended her hand towards Y/n.

Matty stared at the pair of friends, “Excuse me?”

“I never agreed to that, Grace!” Y/n glanced at her best friend, offended. 

Grace fought back, “You considered it!” 

Y/n chose to ignore her, returning her attention to Matty.

“Tonight works for you?” he didn’t wait to ask. 

She wiggled her eyebrows, “Someone’s eager, Healy?”

“About a date with my girlfriend? Always.”

“Oh, girlfriend!” Grace teased her specially. 

“I hate her.” Y/n whispered for Matty, although Grace heard it.

“You don’t! And thank me because you’re going to get some because I’ll look after your daughter.”

“We can ask Denise…”

“Actually, no,” Matty scratched the back of his head. “She was doing some shit today.” 

“See?” Grace felt like she won the competition. 

Y/n’s friend was beyond happy for her friend, she couldn’t help to feel like the victory was more about that than anything personal.

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Y/n walked down the stairs. Matty was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking extremely handsome from Y/n’s perspective. 

Even though she was the one to ask him out, he was in charge of picking the place. Matty only instructed her to dress comfy, a fancy restaurant wasn’t the option. 

Matty was wearing cream white trousers, a black t-shirt showing a simple design and on his feet a pair of black and white sneakers. It was so simple, although he pulled it off perfectly. Y/n, on the other hand, wore a black skirt –showing her legs–, a white plain shirt and Matty’s flannel on top. She carried a jean jacket on her arm, just in case the night was too cold. 

“That’s my flannel?” Matty asked first. 

“Maybe?” Y/n worried he might hate her from stealing it. “You left it in my bedroom…I can chang-”

The frontman took a few steps, stopping under the one Y/n was standing. He took her hand on his, leaving a kiss on it.“You look beautiful, baby.” 

“Because I’m wearing your clothes?” Y/n teased him. 

“Because you are beautiful and my wardrobe suits you.” he winked up at her. 

Y/n faked coughing, saying, “Territorial.”

“Ready?”

“Yes! Scared because I don’t know where are we going.” Y/n admitted, walking all the way down the stairs without letting his hand go. 

“You’ll see.” Matty replied, cryptic. 

“I’m going to say bye to Amelia, and then I’m ready.” Y/n told him, when they reached the floor. 

Grace was in the kitchen with Amelia. The little girl standing on a high bench made for her, so she can actually see when they cook or do something on the counter. 

“Oh, you look hot!” Y/n’s friend complemented her when Y/n entered the room.

“Thanks!” she said, lifting Amelia to hug her. “Are you going to have fun with Grace?”

“Yes.” Amelia giggled, hugging Y/n. 

Grace analysed her outfit, “That’s Matty’s…?” 

“Yes.”

“Sexy!” 

“Stop, Grace.” Y/n shut her. “Okay, bye mel-mel.” 

“Bye.” Amelia answered in her cute voice..

“Mommy loves you so” Y/n kissed her cheek soundly. “so, so, so” she continued, leaving kisses “much!” making her daughter chuckled and trying to hide from it. 

“Ove you, mommy!” she said back.

After the cute moment, Y/n left her again on the bench. 

She went to hug Grace from behind, “Behave!” she instructed.

“Off course not!” Grace snorted. “Have fun! I’m happy for you guys.” she truthfully said.

“I love you.”

“Stop with the goodbyes…you’re not going to die, you’re going on a date!”

For a moment, Y/n’s mind couldn’t help to go directly to the multiple times she had been sick during the past weeks. Again, she had forgotten to book an appointment with her doctor. She would do it the next day.

“Say it back, grace!” Y/n urged her.

“Fine.” she whipped her hands. “I adore your crazy ass!” Grace admitted. 

Y/n left a last kiss on her cheek, shouting a quick, “Bye!” running down the hall to meet Matty.

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Y/n got confused when Matty stopped the car in front of the studio. Her sight went from the iconic door to Matty’s face. He was making sure everything turned off. The singer wasn’t aware of her staring. 

“Are you going to work?” Y/n decided to be frontal about her doubts.

“No.” Matty chuckled. “This is all about you, us…” he said, taking her hand.

“Explain to me why we are the studio then…”

Matty leaned forward, kissing her softly. “You have to wait, baby.” he recommended her, leaving the car. 

Y/n saw him round the vehicle, going to open the boot. Matty closed it with a big sound, at the same time he carried a basket on his hand. She didn’t recall him putting it there when they got in the car. 

Matty made signals for her to follow him. Y/n did, hearing the sound of the security system being turned on by him.

“What that’s for?” 

“Y/n, I’m going to cover your eyes with something if you keep trying to guess.” Matty warned her.

“Kinky.” she cheekily said. Matty’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, shocked with her words. Speechless, she left him. “This is not fair. I asked you out!” Y/n whined.

“I was faster to make a plan!” Matty offered her his hand, which Y/n took it happily.

Hand in hand, Matty conducted Y/n through all the halls and door the studio had until the last one appeared in front of them. The one leading towards the rooftop. 

“You’re crazy!” Y/n turned to tell Matty, after taking a look at the big blanket on the floor surrounded by cushions and fairy lights. She couldn’t believe he did all of that in record time for her.

“George is going to make me pay for this…forever.” Matty admitted, letting go of her hand to left the basket in the middle of the blanket.

Matty stood there, staring at her, looking around. Her eyes full of something that Matty hoped it was because of him and only him. 

“Do you hate it?” he nervously asked her.

Y/n returned her sight to him. It felt like a dream come true. “I love it, Matty!” Y/n moved faster to hug him tight. She was hoping it wasn’t only a dream. 

“Let’s eat then.” Matty shook her playfully. 

They spend a nice evening eating all the delicious food —Matty admitted that Grace helped him, detail that surprised Y/n–, chatting about everything —included their sunshine baby– and stealing kisses meanwhile the sun settle down behind them.

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Y/n fell with a thud on the studio’s couch, bringing Matty down to rest on top of her. She held his head between her hands, kissing him, letting him know her intentions. 

Matty broke it, supporting his weigh on his arms. His short t-shirt exposing his strong arms, making her mouth watered at the sight. Y/n pushed her hips up to meet his, founding his hard on. 

“Fuck, love.” Matty hissed. “You deserve better than a quickie at the couch-” his words were interrupted by Y/n’s actions, letting her hand wandered down his body. She rested her right hand on his crouch, driving him insane. 

“Matty, I need you. I don’t care where.” she told him, staring at his face. His eyes were closed, enjoying her touch where he craved her the most; his lips parted, showing how moisturized his mouth was.

“I missed this so much.” Matty breathed out, bucking his hips forwards.

“Have you been thinking about me, baby?” Y/n squeezed his cock, making him drop a heavenly amount of moans from his mouth. Matty couldn’t care less if the neighbours could hear him.

“You don’t even want to know.” he managed to say through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I do want, my love.”

“Fuck.” Matty gained back some of his composure, tracing a path from her left knee towards her core under the skirt that droved him crazy through the whole evening. “You’re so ready for me.” Matty felt the wetness damping her lacy underwear. He needed to be inside her sooner, or he would explode inside his trousers. 

“Since we left home.” Y/n admitted, fighting with his zip. 

Matty got rid of his shirt, muttering a low and raspy, “Y/n.”

On a quick rush, Matty pushed his trousers and boxers down enough to have his dick out of them. Y/n stared at his form, feeling extremely hot. She couldn’t rip her sight from him, while she pushed her shirt up, revealing her breasts. 

Matty palmed himself, glancing at his favourite part of her. He didn’t want to wait any more. 

Y/n moved her panties to the side, silently telling him to penetrate her. Her wishes were his command, so he did. 

Matty let his body fell forward until their foreheads were touching. Y/n couldn’t even gasp out loud, feeling how he was slowly entering her. 

Once his tip touched her special spot, Matty took notice of her tight grip on him. He let his hands wandered towards her boobs, trying to patently wait for her to be comfortable enough. His blood was pumping hard in the veins all over his body, and her scent was infecting his senses. 

Y/n tried to breathe in and out, getting used to his girth –again–. 

“Please, Matty. Move!” she begged him.

With a wet sound, Matty let go the nipple he was sucking, replacing his mouth with his hand once more. He was obsessed with her breasts, he could spend an entire day just sucking and nibbling her nipples. 

“Are you sure?” he checked with her. 

“Please.” Y/n arched her body, pushing her boob further into his touch. 

Matty started moving slowly, keeping his eyes on her face, just to be sure she was alright. Y/n had her eyes closed, losing herself in the sinful pleasures he was driving from her. 

The singer protested against it, “Y/n!” he suddenly said, making her open her eyes as far as she could. 

“Mhm.” she replied to the call. 

“Eyes on me, baby.” Matty ordered her, retracting almost all the way out. Y/n whined. “Shush, be a good girl for me.”

“Mhm.” Y/n changed the intonation, trying to say she was. The words didn’t come to her mind. 

“Are you a good-” Matty stopped the words from coming out, when he pushed all the way in. “Are you a good girl for me, baby?” he fully asked this time.

“Mhm.” 

“Words, Y/n.” required taking her face on one of his hands, tight but without hurting her. 

Y/n looked at him through half opened eyes. “Yes!” she told him, feeling how he moved in and out more eagerly. “I’m…I’m!” she chanted. “Please!”

“Are you close?” Matty let go of her face, burring his on her neck.  Y/n let her legs round his middle. 

“So close!” she informed him. “Faster, Matty!” Y/n implored him.

Matty did as he was being told. Founding a good rhythm that worked for both of them. 

Y/n tried to keep her eyes fully opened when Matty returned to stared at her eyes. Their faces closer than ever, while their bodies moved in unison. 

“Matty-” she whimpered softly.

“I know, I know.” 

“I’m cl-”

“Come for me, baby.” he allowed her. 

Matty’s worked like magic over her tired body. Y/n came undone, feeling herself creamed all over Matty’s cock. Her pussy squeezing tight around him was what brought Matty to his own orgasm, pushing sloppily inside her cunt. 

Y/n wait until his released was done, touching his muscular back with all the love she had more him. Matty let his weight fell on her. 

“It’s never this good with someone else.” Matty, drunk of his orgasm, let it slip through his lips.

“Are you thinking about other girls when you’re still inside me, Healy?” Y/n tried to joke.

“What? No.” he mumbled on her skin. “I’m saying-”

“I know, baby. I know.” Y/n left a kiss on his sweaty forehead, making him sighed. 

**************

Y/n woke up, coming into the realization that they fell asleep on the couch after Matty pulled out of her. She couldn’t think too much about it because a new wave of sickness took over her. 

As gentle as she could, Y/n got out from Matty’s embrace and ran towards the bathroom. Being thankful there wasn’t a single soul at the studio, since she was fully naked. Minutes after, Y/n launched towards the toilet, emptying her stomach.

Y/n tried to be cool about it, rinsing her mouth and washing her face with cold water.

When she returned to Matty’s side, the singer woke up. 

“Y/n?”

Y/n sat on the edge of the couch, feeling how Matty extended his arms to touched her. “Hey,” she let her hand ran through his curls. “We should get back home.”

“Are you okay?” Matty glanced up at her face.

“Yes, something I eat must’ve irritated my stomach.” she told him, touching the area.

Matty let his hand rest on top of hers, pushing his body up. “Baby-” he caressed the skin of her hand. 

“I’m okay.” Y/n calmed his worries, touching his face. Matty went to kiss her, but she stopped him, “Don’t…” Y/n let her fingertips touch his soft and pinky lips. 

“Why?” Matty dissented.

“What if I have a virus or something?”

“Then we’re going to have it…” the frontman took her hand on his, placing it where his ‘true love’ tattoo was. “I’m not going to stop kissing you only for a bug.” he scoffed. 

“Matty…”

“You sure you’re okay?” his worries taking over again.

“Yes, but can we go home?” 

“Of course, my love.” Matty left a kiss on the corner of her mouth, partially respecting her point.

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Weeks later

Y/n and Grace were in the living room watching Amelia stare with all the love inside her little body at the little animals on the screen. She was obsessed with PAW Patrol currently, and  she constantly asked for it.

Matty had been away for the whole week until that point. Grace was trying her best to distract Y/n because she noticed something was off, and her best friend wasn’t having a great time. Hence why Grace and Y/n were discussing which one of the boys was each of the dogs.

“That’s Matty!” Grace shouted.

“Of course not! Marshall is clearly George…he’s ready to extinguish Matty’s fires.” Y/n knew she had won the battle. 

Grace folded her arms, knowing she had lost the battle. “You’re so wrong.” 

Y/n laughed at her childish behaviour, reaching for her phone. Out of instinct, she opened Instagram, bumping into news about her boyfriend. A new article.

“Fuck, not again!” Y/n rolling her eyes at the article. 

That took Grace’s attention, “What?”

“Look.” Y/n let her have the phone to read the headline. 

‘Close source: Matty (Healy) is after a worldwide model.’  

“They never give up!” 

“Never.”

Grace returned the phone to its owner, when the device started ringing, showing Matty’s contact information.

Y/n answered calmly, “Hello?”

“Darlin’, I swear it’s not-” Matty rushed his words, trying to explain Y/n all he knew. 

Y/n cut him, “I know, baby.”

“I don’t know where this came from, and Jamie is talking with the journalist-” she could picture him, walking around his hotel room, tugging his curls anxiously. 

“Matty?” Y/n interrupted him again, trying to be as sweet and calm as possible. 

Although, he continued with his ranting. “Meet her once in my life, and it was years ago, I don’t even have her phone num-”

“Matty!” Y/n shouted sternly, walking away from Grace and Amelia. 

“What?”

“I’m not making the same mistake twice. I believe you.”

“You do?” her heart warming with his disbelief. The urge to have him close was strong.

“Yes, my love.”

“I can ask Jamie to talk with you if you need.” Matty offered, still not fully taking in that she believed his words.

“I don’t. I trust you, boyfriend.” 

“Thank god, baby.” Matty breathe easier. “Going through that shit again- I can’t even think about it.”

“Hey, hey…we’re okay.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I know.” Y/n chuckled, feeling like a teenager. “When are you coming home again?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.” Matty complained about it, feeling like he had to wait years and not only hours to be home again.

“Perfect.”

A chaotic and repeatedly sound knocking on Matty’s door reached Y/n’s ear. 

“I gotta go now.” Matty informed her. 

“Okay, bye…I love you.”

“Bye, love you so much more.” Matty’s voice broke at the end. He wasn’t going to waste a single day without showering in his love.

“Bye, bye.”

Y/n held her phone, staring at the kitchen floor with a smile bigger than her face. Grace came from behind, startling her a little.

“I feel so single right now.” she protested.

Y/n felt a laugh coming from the depth of her stomach, shaking her body entirely. “Shut up!” 

“Maybe I like hi-” Grace commenced to joke about Matty, when her head turned around like a whip. “Y/n?” she called her, desperate.

“What?” Y/n answered without looking.

Amelia had starting puking on the living room’s floor. Grace rushed to her side when her body fought the surprise. 

“Y/n!” Grace tried again, being careful to not scream too loud to scare Amelia.

Y/n ran to them, moving Grace from the middle. She went to held Amelia, rubbing her back, trying to not freak out looking at the mess in the floor. 

After a few minutes, Amelia stopped. She looked down at the weird mass there, her eyes watering when panic stroked her little body. The little girl turned around crying with all the force she had left, going to hide on Y/n’s chest. She took her in right again.

“It’s okay, baby.” Amelia’s cries raised, breaking Grace and Y/n’s heart. “I know, I know. Mommy’s here.” Y/n rocked her softly, rubbing her back to sooth her.

“What’s wrong with mel?” Grace dared to ask.

“Maybe she ate something. I’ve been like this for a few weeks now. I’m starting to get worried about it.” Y/n admitted, not fully thinking about the words she was letting out, too focused on her daughter.

“Nausea?”

“No, no…only puking from time to time.”

An idea grew inside Grace’s mind, making her open her eyes wide. 

“Y/n.” she started.

“It’s probably some stomach virus-” 

Grace interrupted her, “Y/n!” 

Amelia’s mother, still holding the crying and scared baby, turned her head to look at Grace. 

“Excuse the formalities,” Grace excused herself. “Since when you haven’t had your period?” 

Y/n perfectly knew for what Grace was aiming.

“What? No, it’s not-”

“Y/n! Shut up and think!”

“I can’t remember!”

“More than a week? Two?” Grace counted with her fingers.

“More than a month and a half…” Y/n felt her cheeks hot.

“Fucking hell!” Grace shouted, making Amelia cry harder. Y/n stared at Amelia’s godmother, angry. “Sorry, sorry, baby.” Grace went to touch the little girl’s cheeks. “Y/n, you need to do a pregna-”

Y/n shushed her, “Don’t say it!”

“I’m going to drop by the shops and be right back.” Grace stood up, Y/n tried to stop her, but with Amelia in that state she had a priority. 

“Grace!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine…but you need to get rid of the doubt!” Y/n friend said, disappearing.

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Y/n tried to occupy her mind and her hands with something else while Grace was out. 

After her daughter calmed down a little, she took her up to bathe her and change her clothes, since some vomit fell on her shirt. Y/n sang softly for her a little anthem that Matty came up for his daughter and only her. With it, she sensed Amelia relax, and even enjoy the bath time. Y/n managed to even brushed her teeth properly without a single tantrum.

Y/n let Amelia rest on the couch, keeping her body closer. They were watching a new episode of PAW Patrol, when Y/n’s hand rested partly on her forehead and crown of her head. The area was warm, way too warm. Y/n readjusted it to feel her forehead only. Amelia had a fever going on. Her mother kissed her head, deciding she was going to wait to see if it was related with her being sick earlier or not. 

Grace stumbled, out of breath, into the room, holding a brown bag. “Okay, here.” she extended the bag. When her sight fell on Y/n’s face, she asked, “Did she vomit again?”

“No…but I think she’s the flu or something.” Y/n let her know, without ripping her eyes from Amelia. 

 “I’ll stay with Mel…shout if you need help.” Grace rushed her to move, making signals with her hands. 

“Fine.”

Y/n took the bag on her hand without speaking one more word. She walked the short way to the bathroom, feeling like her feet weight like concrete. 

It wasn’t her first time taking one of those tests, so the process was quicker than expected. Even though the worries clouding her mind took all of her attention. Y/n couldn’t recall detail by detail what she had been doing for a few minutes.  

She let the sticks in the bathroom, setting the alarm to wait the minutes the instructions put. 

“So?” Grace asked right away.

Y/n took a seat at the other end of the couch, “Have to wait.”

“Okay.” her friend stared at her to then returned to the screen.

Y/n started tapping her feet on the floor, driving Grace crazy. 

“Stop that!”

“I can’t help it.” Y/n pushed her body forward, resting her elbows on her knees, rubbing her face way too harsh. 

“At least-” Grace started to talk when the timer went off.

“Can’t do it.” Y/n stood on her feet, walking from side to side. Luckily, Amelia had fallen asleep. 

“What?”

“Look for me.” Y/n begged.

“Fine.” Grace agreed to it. She moved, letting Amelia rest on the couch, and going to the bathroom. 

Y/n’s eyes fell on her daughter. The possibility of another beautiful baby like her, even a boy, made her heart fluttered. 

Grace didn’t spend a long time in the bathroom, returning with the sticks on her hand.

“Tell me.” Y/n hurried her friend.

“Haven’t seen them.”

“Then look!”

“Okay, first one…” Grace recounted what she was reading.

“Aha.”

“Negative.” Y/n’s friend said without imprinting an emotion to her words.

Y/n felt a wave of disappointment. “Mhm.” she swallowed thick.

“Second.”

Y/n didn’t speak, feeling a wave of sickness creeping her throat. She tried to keep it under control.

“Positive.”

“You have to be kidding me!” Y/n exclaimed, giggling.

“‘m not.”

“And the last one?”

“Inconsistent.” Grace told Y/n, looking directly to her eyes. She saw how Y/n’s smile fell from her face, turning to a worried expression. 

“So I might be?”

“Or maybe not.”

“Shit.” Y/n let her face fell on her hands. Thinking hard about it all.

“You need to do the blood test.” Grace stated.

“Since when you know so much about pregnancies?”

“Since my best friend had a baby, do you remember how it was with Amelia?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I did my research.”

“I’m going to call the clinic.” Y/n reached for her phone and midway stopped.“Grace, what if I am…what Matty is going to think?” she worried. 

“I don’t know, but I bet he’s going to be okay with it.” Grace took her hands between hers. 

“And if he’s not…what would I do?”

“Y/n, first thing first…call the doctor, do the test.” 

Y/n did as she was being told, booking an appointment for the next day. She needed to know and quick. 

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The next day

Y/n opened the front door for Matty, holding Amelia, who refused to be away from mommy. Even the night before, Y/n resolved for them to sleep together –on Y/n’s bed– after Amelia refused to sleep in her crib. She made her point, crying for an entire hour. 

Matty had his hands full when he made his way inside the house.

“Hello.” he sang, especially for his daughter.

“Hi.” Y/n answered for both of them. Her sight going to Amelia’s face, “Say hi to daddy.” she encouraged her.

“Daddy.” Amelia shortly spoke, rubbing her eye, resting her head on Y/n’s shoulder.

Matty noticed something was clearly off, “What’s wrong, baby?” he dropped everything he was carrying, without minding the mess, going to check on Amelia. 

“She’s a bit sick.” Y/n filled him in Amelia’s current state. 

Matty brushed her curls back, approaching his face to hers. He wanted to take away whatever was bothering her little body and suffer himself instead of his baby.

“Oh, no! Come here.” he didn’t hesitate to take Amelia. “We’re cuddling until mel-mel gets better.” he adjusted her on his side, walking towards the living room.

Y/n followed behind them, sharing a silent look with Matty when he turned around to check she was in fact walking behind them.

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“Matty?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I have to head out for a couple of hours…can you look after Mel?” Y/n asked for the favour. 

“Yes, ‘course!” he looked at the exhausted baby. Amelia had been drifting in and out of sleep, being interrupted by Matty or Y/n to drink water or check her temperature.

“I’ll be right back. Whatever happens, you call me, okay?” Y/n didn’t entirely want to leave when Amelia was that sick, although she needed to know what was going on inside her own body.

“Sure.”

Matty stared at Y/n, who leaned down kissing Amelia, being careful not to wake her. “Bye, sweet cheeks. I love you” 

“Mhm.” Amelia groaned on Matty's shoulder, without waking up.

“Bye.” Y/n pecked Matty quickly. 

Y/n left so suddenly that Matty wasn’t able to reply to her goodbye, and his mind started running in circles about what was happening to her. 

***************************************************************

Hours passed, Amelia was getting hotter and hotter. She whined constantly for half an hour, and Matty was unsure about his options. He tried to google but desist from it since nothing made sense online. 

He was worried and Y/n wasn’t coming home. The frontman send her a bunch of texts, but she wasn’t seeing them. 

When Amelia barely managed to open her eyes and her forehead burned his hand, he decided to start calling Y/n.

“Y/n, pick up, pick up.” he whispered, not leaving Amelia’s side. 

He stopped hearing the characteristic tone calling, to the robotic voice saying: ‘the line is out of…’. Matty cut it, staring at his screen. 

“Fucking hell, where’s she?” he said, annoyed, going to call her again.

He tried multiple times, checking Amelia between tries. The same answer over and over again. Matty wasn’t going to quit until Y/n’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Please, baby.”

One, two, three tones…

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n picked up.

“Finally! Where the fuck are you?” he shouted at her.

Y/n’s voice shaking from fear, she pictured the worst, “What’s wrong?”

“Where are you?”

“Stop replying with questions! What’s going on? Amelia”

“Amelia is boiling, Y/n. She’s whining, and I don’t know how- I’ve tried everything. Nothing is working.” 

“Did you take her temperature?”

“Yes, Y/n. She’s almost at 40º C”

“For how long?”

“‘Fuck I know. I’ve been trying to bring it down, it’s impossible…and calling you- I’m going to take her to the ER.” he concluded.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” Y/n agreed silently that it was the best option.

“Where are you?”

“Um-”

“Y/n?”

“Which hospital are you going to take her?”

“The closest one.” Matty let Y/n know, going to pick his wallet and jacket. 

Y/n decided to be frontal about it, “I’m here.”

Matty stopped death in his tracks. “Y/n, please. What the fuck?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” she quickly reassured him.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll explain, okay? Just bring Amelia to the ER. I’ll be there.” He needed to be hurry up. 

“Okay, okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye. I love you.”

“Love you, please hurry!” Y/n said before the line cut.

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Y/n was at the front desk, talking with two nurses, when Matty rushed in holding Amelia.

“Them!” Y/n said to the older woman, signalling with her fingers to father and daughter.

The youngest one walked closer to Matty, ready to take Amelia in her arms. When he didn’t move a muscle, the woman ordered, “Let me carry her.” with a calmed voice as if she went through situations like those a hundred of times.

“No.” Matty refused, making the people –waiting in the waiting room– to look at him. 

“Matty-” Y/n tried.

Matty stared at the nurse, saying, “Let me know where I have to take her.”

“Sir, we need to check her.”

Y/n went to stand beside Matty, touching his back. “It’s okay, she’s going to be okay.” Y/n tried to keep the calm.

Matty stared at Y/n. After an eye battle, he let the nurse take Amelia. They followed her to a room. 

“Stand there.” she instructed for the parents.

Y/n took his hand, squeezing it hard. They were too focused on Amelia laying at the emergency room’s bed to notice the doctor coming to check their daughter.

“Daddy.” Amelia moved her head, raving from the fever. Matty’s instinct was to be close to her, going to stand beside the rudimentary bed. 

“Sir, please stay back!” the doctor instructed him.

“Let me hold her hand.” Matty implored.

The doctor stared at the singer, thinking how to say no, when Amelia screamed again, breaking the silence of the room, “Daddy!” Matty didn’t wait for the man’s reply. His daughter was calling him.

“Okay, but stay out of the way, so we can work.” The doctor defeated by the parent. 

“Mhm.” Matty don’t even thank her, holding Amelia’s hand and brushing her wet curls back. Y/n tried to keep her tears at bay, her heart swelling for her baby girl. “We’re here, mel-mel. Mommy and daddy are here with you.” Matty whispered only for her. 

After a while, the doctor looked between Matty and Y/n. Choosing to talk with her. 

“Are you her mother?” she inquired. 

“Yes.”

“We need to take her to the operating room right away.”

Y/n felt how her blood disappeared from her head, going directly to her feet. She held a chair beside her, preventing from falling down.“What’s going on?”

“Her appendix has exploded, or it’s about to do it. We need to operate with urgency because it can cause irreversible-”

Y/n abruptly interrupted her, “Don’t tell me. Just do it, help her, please!” she pleaded desperate.

The doctor nodded with her head, deciding to keep her silence. She shared a look with the nurse, who went to give Amelia a painkiller.

“Sir, you need to move now.” 

“Matty-” Y/n called him.

“What are you going to do with her?”

“They need to intervene her, Matty.” Y/n explained.

The nurse tenderly instructed them, “Please, go to the waiting room. I’ll keep you guys updated, I promise.” she said more for Y/n than Matty.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her.

Matty and Y/n saw how they took Amelia away.

********************************************

Waiting room

Y/n studied the people around the waiting room. She needed something to focus while waiting. The nurse appeared –as she promised– from time to time saying everything was okay, but they still were working. 

“Here.” Matty offered Y/n a coffee, arriving after visiting the hospital’s buffet. 

Y/n rejected, “No, thank you.”

“Y/n, you need to drink or eat something.” Matty took a seat beside her, placing her arm around her shoulders. 

“I know, but-”

“‘m also scared althoug-”

“Matty, it’s not that.” she stopped him. “I’m 100% sure everything is going to be fine. Amelia is going to be fine.” 

“Yes.” Matty bobbed his head. “What’s then?”

Y/n kept her silence, returning to look around the room. Matty didn’t push her, although his mind instantly went to his principal worry before Amelia got worse. 

“Why were you here? Are you okay?” he took a sip of his coffee, oblivious to Y/n’s next announcement. 

“I-” she started, worried of his reaction. The words getting stucked on her throat.

“Y/n-” Matty took his arm away from her body, turning to the side to fully stared at her face. Trying to find the answers he was craving. 

“Remember how I’ve been feeling sick from a time to now?” Y/n asked, without hesitation this time. Her sight falling on a little boy running around his father. 

“I do.”

“Amelia puked yesterday, and I told Grace that we probably caught something…which now I’m sure it wasn’t that-”

Matty wanted to skip the extra details, so he interrupted her rant,“Y/n!”

“Be patient!” Y/n took his hand on hers. “So, Grace suggested something I really didn’t think about…”

“What?”

“When I had my last period.”

“Okay?” Matty continued to look at her puzzled. 

“I couldn’t remember.”

The realization of her words hitting him, “Y/n-”

“That’s not everything. She brought pre-... tests for me to do.” 

“Baby-” Y/n ignored him

She continued, “One negative-” 

“Shit.”

“One positive.”

“And the other?” Matty touched her chin gently, forcing Y/n to look directly into his eyes.

“Doubtful.”

“That’s why you came here.” Matty concluded.

“Exactly.”

He waited for her so say more, so when she didn’t, he added, “And?”

“Please, don’t be mad at me. It’s fine if you don’t-”

“Y/n, are you pregnant?” Matty breathed out.

“I can’t drink that” she pointed towards his coffee. “For 9 months…or more. Do the maths, Matty.” she gifted him a smile.

“Never been the smartest. Please, say it.” Matty mumbled.

“We’re going to have another baby, Matty.” Y/n felt the tears on the corner of her eyes. Matty started crying silently. 

“Oh my god!” Matty directly placed a hand on her belly. “How long?” she dried his tears falling through his cheeks. 

“Doctor says I’m almost at 11 weeks…which is almost 3 months in.” Y/n shared with him. The news better sweet with the place and the situation they were surrounded by.

“Mel is going to be a big sister.” Matty stated, not tearing his sight and his hand from Y/n’s belly. 

“Mhm.” Y/n couldn’t help to keep crying.

“I need to hold her for a week after this.”

“She’s going to love that.” 

Y/n was interrupted by the doctor calling after them, “Healy?”

“Yes!” Y/n and Matty stood from their seats, rushing to meet her. 

The doctor instructed, “Follow me”

They indeed followed her though halls and stairs, finally stopping at a hospital room. The light inside was dimmed, Y/n and Matty gasped when they saw Amelia sleeping on the bed. 

“She’s under the effect of the anaesthesia.” The doctor informed Amelia’s parents. “Probably going to wake up soon. Amelia’s going to be scared of the effect, probably, so be patient. When she does wake up, touch the red button and the nurse is going to check on her.” she finished.

“Is she alright now?” Matty asked her.

“Yes, she’s out of risk…if you waited a few hours-” She stopped talking, they fully understand.

“Oh my god!” Y/n touched her chest, where her heart was.

“You did right.” she reassured them.

“Thank you, doc.” Matty held his hand towards her, she politely took it, shaking it shortly. 

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

“Good night” 

She got lost between the halls connecting all the rooms. Matty and Y/n went directly to stand beside Amelia.

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Three days later

Amelia was recovering as expected. She was tired of being away from her house, even though Y/n and Matty tried to ease it for her. They brought her favourite toys from home and even all her favourite people –the guys, Tim, and Susanne– called her. Grace and Denise dropped by right away when they found out Amelia was in the hospital. 

They knew it was the last hour for them in that room. Amelia was ready to be back home, as well as her parents. 

Grace came in meanwhile Matty was putting on display a play for Amelia. He wanted to distract her and made her laugh to make the hour to pass quicker than it felt. Y/n was in the bathroom since she reportedly to have to pee even more than before. 

“Hello!” Amelia’s godmother shouted from the door holding balloons in her hand.

“Ace!” Amelia changed her focus of attention from her father to Grace.

Matty wasn’t happy about it, “Crushing my play…thank you, Grace!”

“Shush.” she dismissed him, going to Amelia. “This is for you, mel-mel!” Grace let her hold the threats holding the balloons. Amelia laughed watching them bounce on the air.

“How are you?” Grace checked on the little girl.

“She’s better.” Matty answered for her.

Grace turns to look at him. “Was talking with my god-daughter.” she rolled her eyes at him.

Matty went to say something; but Y/n interrupted, returning to the room. “You guys are never going to drop it?”

“Never.” they say in unison. 

Y/n shook her head. Matty walked closer to his girlfriend. Amelia’s mother felt his arms sneak around her, touching her belly. It was a habit he had when she was pregnant with Amelia. Matty was bringing it back now. 

Matty kissed the side of her face, when Grace interrupted their moment.

“Oh my god!” Y/n stared at her friend, knowing. 

Y/n moved away from Matty. “What?” she asked, faking being oblivious about her surprise. She knew Grace knew.

“You are?” 

“What?” Matty interfered. 

“She knows.” Y/n silently said it was okay to share the news with Grace.  

Grace started crying. “Oh my god!” she went to engulf Y/n in a hug, pushing Matty away from them, “Go away you”

“Hey!” he protested. “I’m the father!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Grace brushed him off, making Y/n laugh.

Matty returned to Amelia’s side, half whispering, half shouting, “Your godmother is crazy.” 

“And I was starting to like you…” Grace warned him. 

“Really?”

“Don’t steal the moment!” she shouted from Y/n’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re going to have another baby!”

“Who’s having another baby?” Denise showed up at the hospital door. Grace and Y/n break the hug, smiling at Matty’s mother. 

“Grace and his big mouth!” Matty groaned. “Hi, mom.”

“Nana!” Amelia clapped for her.

“Hi, sweets! How’s my favourite grandchild?”

“Well, she’s not going to be the only one now…” Grace muttered.

“Grace!” Y/n and Matty yelled at the same time from opposite sides of the room. 

“What?” Grace made her shoulders move up and down, innocent. “If I know, you have to tell your mom, Matthew!”

“Tell me what?” Denise said.

Matty and Y/n shared a look. Y/n bowed her head, instructing Matty to just tell his mother. “Y/n is pregnant”

“Are you the father?” Grace and Y/n burst into a fit of laughter at Denise’s antics. 

“Denise!” Matty scolded her. “Of course I’m the father!”

“Are you sure?” his mother teased him.

“Learn from your mom how to be cool, Matty!” Grace suggested him. 

Matty ignored his comment, replying to his mother, “I am sure.” 

“Really?”

Y/n approached him, resting her hand on his back,  “Don’t say it too loud, Denise. Or some tabloid is going to pick it up.” she tried to redirect the conversation.

“Jokes aside, I’m so happy for you!” Denise admitted, drying tears from her eyes. “You’re going to be a big sister, Ames!” Amelia’s grandmother shouted, making her titled her head without understanding what she was saying

“We haven’t had the chat…” Matty said.

“Oh, okay!”

Before they can continue, the doctor came in. 

“Okay, time to leave, Amelia Healy!” she smiled warmly to Amelia.” I’ll ask the family to wait outside, except the parents.” 

Grace and Denise left right after, respecting the protocol.  

“Please, sign this while I check her one more time.” she gave Y/n a paper to put her sign in, allowing Amelia to leave the hospital.

When all the check-ups are done, the doctor informed the little girl, “Now it’s official, Amelia. You can go home with mommy and daddy!” The little girl clapping, making the rest of the presents laugh.

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Time to return home…

Matty placed Amelia gently on the special car chair for her, making sure not to mess with the bandage on her belly. 

Y/n watched her boyfriend —father of her children, and love of her life—, jog around the car coming to the driver's seat.

When Matty drove out of the car park, Y/n turned the radio on. A very familiar chords reached their ears. ‘All I Need to Hear’ was on the radio. 

Y/n grinned big, feeling how Matty took her hand to left it on his tight. During the journey, Matty’s hand travelled from the stare wheel to Y/n’s belly. 

She admired the side of his face, turning after to make sure Amelia was alright. The little girl fell asleep with the car’s movement. Y/n returned to look at the love of her life, feeling like the future was with them together in it. The four of them and all the people that witness Y/n and Matty’s love story. 

#matty healy #matty healy fic #all i need #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy imagine #matty healy x y/n #matty x y/n #matty x you #matty x reader #matty healy x f!reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x female!reader #matty healy!dad #matty healy!dad x f!reader #the 1975 fanfic #matty the 1975 #the 1975 fic

[graciegoeskrazy]

If you’re living and you’re 17

Pairings: Matty Healy x Teen!Daughter!reader, George Daniel x Teen!Niece!reader

Warnings, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SELF HARM, lots of cursing lmao, yelling, so much fucking angst, mentions of losing friends, shitty fathers for a second, lil cliffhanger (?),

A/N: Requested by a super sweet anon! I ended up adding to the original idea so sorry if it’s not how u invisioned it but the creative juices kept flowing and my fingers just kept on typing. Seeing the 1975 in ONE WEEK! Thx for all the love!

You walked inside the tour bus and was greeted with an overwhelming fume of drugs and laughter. Adam was the first to acknowledge you. “Y/n, you want some food? I’m ordering Chinese.”

“No, Thank you. I’m good.” You said, on your way to your bunk.

“What’s up with y/n? She seems off.” Adam said.

“I don’t know. Teenage hormones I guess.” You heard your father say, laughing.

Just then, Ross came bursting through the doors with a huge grin on his face. “It’s official mates! A 3rd leg is completely booked. 40 cites, almost every continent, and we’re ending it in Madison Square Garden!” Everyone cheered and smiled. All except you.

“God!? For how long?” You asked. A look of panic on your face.

“About a year?” Your mouth dropped in shock. You just turned to your dad and whispered a simple, yet strong, “Fuck you.”

You stormed off into to bunk room. Your dad rolled his eyes and said, “I hate teenagers.” causing the others to laugh. He followed you into the other room.

“Hey! What is going on with you lately?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry I said anything. I’m happy for you.”

“Really? Because that didn’t look like fucking happiness over there!” He was fuming. “Stop fucking lying to me, ok? Now, tell me what the fuck has gotten into you.”

You dropped everything and put your hands over your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Your father's anger continued. “What? Doing what?”

You suddenly stood up facing your father and letting it all go. “THIS! This! Living this crazy life with you and putting on a smile like everything is fucking fine, but nothing feels fucking fine! However many times I try to talk to you, Tell you how I’m feeling, tell you that I’m having thoughts of ending my life every single God damn day, tell you how much I hate my life with you, it never works because you never listen!”

Matty’s face contorted into confusion, his anger mostly dropping. “What do you mean?”

“God, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall all the time. Are you even listening? Have you ever thought about listening to what I have to say? Or how I’m feeling? No. Because you never care for anything other than yourself.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I’m tired, Dad. I’m tired of spending every waking hour of my life in a tour bus, or hotel room, a plane, or any bed that isn’t my own. I’m tired of your bullshit and you getting drunk every night partying with 40,000 people. I’m tired of getting blamed for the stupid shit that you say or do. I used to think that this whole tour thing would be fine. I would enjoy online school and maintain my relationships - and I did. Until you came along and did something that scared them away! Now all my friends are weird 30-year-olds and I’m failing in every class I take but I don’t even get the chance to tell you that I’m struggling! I’m tired of seeing you all over social media skipping from woman to woman who eventually gets tired of your bull shit or then find out you have a daughter and run scared. I wish I could be like them and run from Matty Healy the first chance I get, but I can’t because I’m stuck here. In this fucking smelly tour bus, letting you live your dream while I watch my entire life fade away.”

To say the least, Matty felt awful. How could he have been this blind? Had he really not noticed at all how much his own daughter was suffering? He was at a loss for words, and yet still tried to find the right ones. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“Thanks, Dad.” You said, Walking away and into the main space.

Everybody that was in there before had left except for Jamie, Ross, and George. When you walked in you immediately went up to George.

“Can I spend the night at your place?”

He gave you a weak smile and put his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, of course.” He said.

_ _ _

Nearing showtime, you avoided your dad. Instead of hanging is his dressing room or the green room, watching him do his prep or play music together like you used to, you were in George’s. You told him that you would be fine if he went into the green room to hang out, but he wanted to leave you alone for as little as possible. You were thankful for George and all he did throughout your life. Sure, he was technically your official unofficial godfather, (official because your father deemed him that the day you were born and unofficial because your father also doesn’t believe in God so you never went through with the baptism) but ever since you were young he has always been a second parent to you.

After the show, George drove you back to his hotel room as promised and told you to get ready for bed. At one point he heard a loud thump of some sort come from the bathroom. You knocked over the soap dispenser on accident and picked it up with no problem. When George came around to check in on you and see what had happened, he noticed your arm.

Red and littered with marks all over.

His first reaction was to run to you, grab you, tell you to never do that again, slightly scream at you, and then make sure you were okay, but he knew this needed to be handled differently. He went back to the bed and waited.

You came back just a few minutes later and to no surprise, your sweatshirt was back on. “Ready for bed?” He asked. You nodded in response. He pulled back the covers to let you get in and stood up. He planted a kiss on your forehead before continuing. “I’ll be back, I gotta make a call.”

“Uhhhh, You’re not gonna tuck me in?”

“I just did!”

“That was a bad tuck. Plus you're not gonna stay with me?”

“It’s a work call. It’ll be fast.”

“Dude, it’s midnight,. Nobody you talk to at work is gonna answer. Especially my dad if you’re trying to call him. He’s probably black out drunk already.”

He let out a slight laugh. “Okay fine.” He agreed.

He got in on the other side and pulled you close - your head leaning on his chest. After a few minutes of going back and forth, he finally gave in and played the movie you wanted to play instead of what he wanted. It backfired on you though because within 20 minutes, you passed out. He chuckled at your quite, delicate snores and pulled out his phone, dialing your dad.

He answered right away. “How is she?”

“Well, given the circumstances i’d say she’s good. Calmed down a lot. She sound asleep right next to me.”

“Ok. Ok, that’s good.”

After a brief pause, George continued. “Listen, Matty, I gotta tell you something…about y/n.”

“OK?”

He cleared his throat before speaking. “She was getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth and stuff and I came in to check on her.”

“OK?”

“She had her sweatshirt off. She was in a tanktop, and there were red marks all up and down her arms.”

Matty couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Do you mean that she-”

“She selfharmed, mate.”

Matty wanted to burst into instant tears. “Jesus Christ.” He said.

“I didn't bring it up. She didn't even notice I was standing there. I just figured that even though you shouldn’t be having that conversation alone with her, it wasn’t right for just her and I to have it.”

“Yeah. You’re right. What happened after?”

“Nothing, She came out with the sweatshirt back on, I tucked her into bed, sat next to her and she fell asleep watching a movie.”

“Ok,” he said hesitantly.

“Listen, I’ll keep my eye on her tomorrow before the flight we’ve got to have a conversation with her.

“Alright.” Your father said.

All the while, you were fast asleep.

PART 2

#matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #matty the 1975 #matty healy #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader

[drivelikeiido]

sleeping on the job

you fall asleep on george in the late hours in the studio

george daniel x reader word count: 936

warnings: none? just the author struggling to write george i'm afraid and my typical romantic fluff

notes: "for george fluff... gf falls asleep on him at the mixing desk while he's producing and he just sits there with her on his lap and continues working occasionally kissing her head 😭😭 and maybe matty is just watching it happen like "this is the cutest thing i have ever seen but my god you're down bad"”

tysm for the idea anon! i really really loved it and definitely didn't do it justice i'm sorry but here it is anyways lmao. this is my first time writing for george and i feel like it's so wrong even though there's not much dialogue, anyways i tried and only ever will improve so here we are !

Synthetic beats boom lowly from the headphones that rest on George’s head. He’s multitasking; with one ear covered and listening intently to the music he and Matty had been working on all afternoon, the other exposed, allowing him to stay in tune with the quiet breaths that rise from your sleeping form. 

You had originally arrived that afternoon to keep Matty and George company while they work on post-production in the studio, none of you having the intention to stay this late but all of you agreeing that what the boys were working on was too good to leave, George’s phone now reading “01:58” as it lights up on the desk next to him. Matty had disappeared for a “cig and a coffee” as he put it, around ten minutes ago, leaving you and your boyfriend to sit alone and cosy in the creative air that seemed to burst from the studio.

You had began the afternoon by sitting on the chair next to George while he worked, occasionally leaning your head to rest on his muscled shoulder but as he began to notice your tired state as the hours went by he encouraged you to lie across him, assuring you it would actually be beneficial to his work if you rested your head on his lap as you snoozed, whether you believed this claim or not you quickly obliged, not wanting to have to leave him.

That’s how you came to be napping quietly below his working fingers, allowing you your precious sleep where George can keep a watchful eye on you. Before Matty had left the room and before George’s offer of sleep became too good of an opportunity to miss, Matty had promised you a cup of coffee, but it soon paled in comparison to the warm comfort George’s body provides, therefore your motivation to stay awake is forgotten as you opt to give into the perfect sleep your boyfriend’s lap promised, despite the awkward makeshift position. 

The drummer was fully absorbed in his work, wanting to get the production on this album perfect as he carefully listens and mixes the tracks on the monitor, the signature sound and the potential of the upcoming album swimming around his ears. His eyes tear away from the mixing desk long enough to notice your eyelids begin to flutter as you stir in your sleep below him. The last thing he wants to see is you disturbed so he, albeit awkwardly, leans down and drops a kiss to your head, mumbling in that mesmerizingly deep voice of his, “‘s alright darlin’, go back to sleep”. This loving encouragement seems to work like magic, you mumbling something resembling a “mhmm” before returning to your state of dreaming. Seeing how quick you comply to him has him cracking a tired smile. He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, a dangerous game considering the late hour and the current lack of caffeine and nicotine in his system, the urge to join you in your sleep becoming a growing temptation. His fingers absentmindedly find their way to your head and leave a whisper of touch radiating through your entire body as he ever so gently runs his large hands through your hair, working as a grounding force for him while he contemplates the music booming in his ears.

From the doorway Matty silently appreciates this sight in front of him, not wanting to disturb the cute couple just yet. Seeing his friend so satisfied with his work and with his lover and knowing how at peace he finally is brings a smile to the singer’s face. However his silence and the bubble of tranquillity that currently shelters you and your boyfriend is cut short as the coffee mugs in Matty’s hand begin to burn, “Christ man, take one of these from me, they’re hot as fuck”. 

Although annoyed at his friend’s loud obtrusion, George reluctantly obliges and reaches out his hand for a mug swimming with the studio’s rather awful instant coffee, although despite its taste it always did its job. Once, apparently all lethal mugs, are set down on the desk he leans his head down to check on your somehow undisturbed sleeping state, breathing out a tiny sigh of relief to see you still snuggled up against him. His dark affectionate eyes run over your form quickly, the sight doing more to warm him than any coffee ever could. 

“Wake her up man, I made that coffee don’t let it go to waste” Matty teases, with no real intentions to actually disturb you, or your boyfriend for that matter. George’s response is a simple whispered “Piss off” which works to make the frontman giggle but ultimately quit his pursuit to wake you. The sight of his best friend being so caring and vulnerable makes him feel incredibly proud of how far they've all come, he doesn't choose to voice this however, instead breathing out a humorous “You’re down bad man”, to which George too laughs out “I know”, his tired eyes twinkling with contentment and not bothering to even look at his friend, instead choosing to stare down at you a little longer, although all the time in the world would not be enough to fully appreciate you - this he has told you many times before as you’ve been tangled in bedsheets in the soft glow of the mornings. The songs and the upcoming album in front of him are momentarily forgotten as his mind now whirls with thoughts of you and wondering how he got to be so lucky. “But it’s worth it”.

#i hate this i’m sorry #i tried and edited it sm but just couldn’t come up with better i struggled #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel fic #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #k!'s fics

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: I have a big interview this afternoon and I’ve decided to distract and indulge myself with this little one shot.

Warnings: none.

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“Hey! No. Get back in bed, wha’ you doin’?” Matty called out as he walked into the room and saw that she was already awake and getting dressed.

“I’m not too sure about this dress anymore. What do you think?” She studied her reflection in the full-length mirror next for the closet, frowning. She’d picked out her perfect outfit the night before, but now that she was actually wearing it, it wasn’t so perfect anymore.

Matty rushed over to the nightstand and set down the two coffee mugs that he’d brought in, wincing slightly when one burned his hand. “No, no, no. You’re not supposed to be awake ye! Come here!”

When she made no effort to acknowledge his request, he walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Take that off…” he flicked the sleeve of her dress. “Your alarm hasn’t even gone off yet,” he checked the time on his phone. “We’ve got about….15 minutes!”

Misconstruing his intentions, she rolled her eyes. “Matty, I don’t have time for that this morning!”

“What? No! I’m not talking about sex. Fuckin’ hell, darlin,’ how horny do you think I am?” He smiled. “I was tryin’ to do the supportive boyfriend thing. See? I’ve made coffee!” He walked across the room to retrieve their beverages.

It suddenly occurred to her that she’d been too caught up in her nerves to notice that he’d woken up before the alarm to be with her. The realization hitting her, she immediately softened, smiling. “Aww, babe, you didn’t have to.”

“Now take off your clothes and come back into bed. Let’s start over. Let me wake you up with kisses and cuddles and coffee, like I was meant to.” Matty unrolled the duvet, jumping back into bed and patting the spot next to him for her to join.

She couldn’t possibly say no to him when he’s being this sweet.

“Right. Good mornin’ my love.” He kissed her softly when she’d settled back into bed next to him. “Made you coffee.” He handed her the mug, and she took a sip, grinning up at him.

Matty wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side and placing a kiss to the side of her head. “So proud of you.” He whispered against her hair.

She sighed contentedly, “thanks for my coffee, Matty.”

Her body felt lighter with his around. She listened to him breathe, sip on his drink, felt his heartbeat against her, smelled his coffee breath, and tried not to let her thoughts wander anxiously to how important today was going to be. For a while, it seemed to work, but as time ticked away, she started to feel restless. Matty felt her eventually tense up and watched her zone out, no doubt beginning to overthink.

“Hey,” he whispered, the thumb around her shoulder rubbing her side gently. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about. You’re going to be amazing.”

“What if-“

“Nope.” He interrupted her thought.

“But what if!” He fought back. “What if I don’t. What if they ask me something that I hadn’t thought about, and I can’t think of an answer off the top of my head?”

“You’ve been doing this job for ages. Do you really think that you, chief overachiever and over-thinker, have left any scenario unexplored?” He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight that peaked through the curtains.

“Okay, so, what if I do answer their questions but they end up hating my answer? Hmm?”

“Pretty sure they’re doing to be dazzled by your intelligence and creativity.”

“What if they don’t, though?” Matty’s lips parted, like he was going to say something -knowing him, it was probably going to be some ironic joke- but then he saw the genuine worry on her face. The way her eyebrows contorted and she bit on her lower lip; the way her fingertips tapped against her mug. It broke his heart that she didn’t see herself the way he sees her.

“Listen,” he paused, choosing his words carefully. “If that does happen, if they are somehow so ridiculously dumb and they don’t see your energy, your passion, then…you don’t want to work with them anyway!” He set his drink down and turned to cup her face with his warm hands. “Look, sure, interviews are for them to determine whether or not they wanna hire you. But, they’re also for you to decide whether or not you’d even wanna work there. Do you see what I mean?”

Her features seemed to relax as she took in his words. She nodded hesitantly. He kissed her lips. “You’re brilliant and special. No amount of validation or rejection is ever going to change that.”

She blushed. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“Ha! I have my moments.” He laughed. “Just remember that the next time I fuck up.”

He’d finally made her laugh. A sign that she was going to be okay.

“Okay, but I don’t wanna wear that dress anymore.”

“That’s fine. We’ll find you something else.”

“Can I wear something of yours?”

Matty’s eyebrows shot up. “You wanna wear my clothes to a job interview?”

“Yeah, like, one of your button ups? A pant suit thing. Please?”

“Sure! Wanna try some on for me?”

#matty x reader #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x you #matty healy fluff

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Listen ||

College!Matt Murdock x female reader

Warnings: E 18+ voice kink, masturbation, airhumping, cumming untouched. Oh my.

Author's note: thanks college Matt ppl who enabled this without even knowing @mindidjarin @prettyeyesnof4ce @briefcasejuice

He settles back on his bed, headphones on, hands folded behind his neck after pressing 'play' on the recording.

Foggy had his Punjabi class so he had at least an hour alone. An hour alone with your voice.

He'd heard of ASMR, and how certain sound textures could have a strong stimulating effect on some people.

Listening to you read the study notes you'd taped for him shouldn't make him react this way but there was no doubt, you definitely made him feel something.

He'd been so surprised when you had offered to help with your latest assignment, and he'd tried his best to assure you he could catch up himself, but now he was so glad you had insisted.

"Hey Matty," he could picture the smile in your bright, warm greeting, and hear your slight giggle as you got over the initial embarrassment of talking to yourself, making him smile too.

He listens attentively, lips slowly pulling into a grin as you outlined your ideas and built your arguments with such inspiring passion and drive. You're so creative, sharp, and funny, and your voice, well, that was just another thing that drew him to spend more time with you. He could listen to you talk all day,

As your recording went on, Matt found he was concentrating less on what you were saying and rather more on how you were saying it. Your voice surrounded him via the headphones, the back of his brain tickled by your silky tone, and shamefully, it didn't stop there.

His mind wandered, thinking about you saying particular types of things, what you might say if you were to be in the room right now, seeing just how you affected him. His cock twitched, swelling as he found himself imagining the sounds you'd make under him.

He reaches down, palming his half-hard cock. He shouldn't be doing this but he can't help himself, he's a dirty fuck, abusing your kindness, no better than some of those sleezy jocks across campus.

He can't help it, it's only natural anyway isn't it? And besides he's not cum in over a week, too busy or in too much company to be able to relax and release. But now, with your unintentionally (?) teasing tone he's pulling up his shirt and pushing the waistband of his grey sweats down just enough, cock springing up to slap against his lower abs. He tentatively rocks his hips once or twice, a small moan partially contained in his throat as the swollen head of it rubs over his skin.

Both of his hands are down at his sides now, fingers gripping the covers that he's lying on top of as he pretends to himself that it doesn't count if he doesn't actually touch himself directly. God it feels good, no, it doesn't count if he thrusts his hips just so, over and over. He can't be overly vigorous as he knows it makes the bed creak a little, and he's paranoid that someone in the next room might hear, but not concerned enough to stop.

You sound so sweet, and he would bet what little money he had that you'd sound so incredibly sexy if you would let him touch you, let him fuck you.

His breathing quickens with every other thrust, and he's wet, a slick dribble of precum spreading from side to side as his cock rolls and slaps against his tensed belly.

F-fuck… he whispers, rutting up into the air as he listens to you swear as you try to find your place in your notes after you went off on a tangent, the pleasure increasing like a pressure pot. He bites down on his lip in an attempt to curb the moans he wants to make, hips jerking in the steady rhythm that he's found that drives his orgasm closer.

What was it you were saying? How he needs to have some confidence in his ability, that you love how much he values the power of the truth. Will you value him confessing to you about this? He's so close, he has to pretend to himself that you'd be flattered, that you'd be turned on because you feel the same way.

Oh my god. He clutches to that thought, to you catching him in this very act.

Matty, what are you doing?

Can I help?

Please, Matt, I want this…

His mouth is dry, he swallows, gasping. His feet press against the mattress as his hips fly up in ragged jolts as he fantasizes the soft plush press of your pretty chest and the tight wet heat of your cunt.

He grips onto the edges of the bed, his breath quietly shuddering in tandem with the warm, sticky stripes of cum spurting from his twitching cock landing across his exposed stomach and chest, some of it undoubtedly soaking into the hem of his shirt.

You're still talking, laughing again as he swears under his shortened breath, cock throbbing and you wrap up, saying you'll see him soon.

He rips the headphones off, still laying there. His hands are clean, he didn't touch. He grabs a towel from the nearby chair and wipes away the mess. He didn't touch.

He just… listened.

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[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

When We Are Together - Matty Blurb

Author's Note: Just a little something to tie you over whilst I try and spring some creativity from my brain and write my new Matty piece. A little blurb that stems from the When We Are Together imagine. p.s If you would like to discuss the playlist, I know some of them might not make sense, but I can tell you my reasonings behind picking the songs etc just send me an ask! Enjoy! x

Warnings: None really. Use of the word fuck if you'd like to be warned!

762 words

When We Are Together

Since finally getting with Matty, you had been essentially been MIA from anyone that didn’t have direct contact with you. Luckily for you, you were essentially shagging the boss so it didn’t really matter if you were late for work or not because he was the one who was making you late in the first place.

Your eagerness to always want to just be on him was easily accepted by Matty because the desire to have his way with you was constant. Much to your brother’s dismay but he kept his mouth shut because he had already given you his blessing but it didn’t stop you catching him looking at you like he wanted to gorge his own eyes out whenever he caught the two of you with your hands all over each other even if it was innocent.

The two of you were sat together on the sofa in the rehearsal room. The boys preparing for an upcoming performance on The Jonathan Ross Show. The boys out on a cigarette break/coffee run whilst the two of you sat intwined as he pottered about on his laptop. Your head on his shoulder, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh that were draped across him when a thought popped into your head causing you to sit up suddenly.

“Everything alright darling?”

“You said you’ve been writing songs about me for over a decade.”

“Yeah of course I have. I’ve been in love with you since I was 17 years old.” He laughed against your temple as he pressed a kiss to it.

“Can you tell me? Seeing as I’m such a muse for you rockstar!” You smirked pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I can show you, if you like? I’ve got a Spotify playlist.” Matty chuckled as he turned his laptop in your direction before passing it over to you.

You looked at his open Spotify profile for a moment before turning back to your boyfriend. “Am I supposed to guess which playlist I’m listening to or are you going to give me a clue Healy?”  You cocked an eyebrow at him playfully causing him to roll his eyes at you.

Reaching over you, Matty scrolled through his playlists before landing on one. Your breath immediately got stuck in your throat as you caught sight of the four word title.

‘Love of my Life’

Your eyes flitted to him for a millisecond before turning back to the playlist. Your hand flying to your mouth as you tried to process the information. “It’s in chronological order too.” Matty whispered, squeezing your thigh. You would have laughed if you weren’t so overcome with emotion as you read all the songs that you had inspired. You really were intertwined with every era of this band without realising.

Fallingforyou

Settle Down

This Must Be My Dream

I couldn’t Be More in Love

Be My Mistake

Tonight I wish I was your Boy

You and Me Together Song

Oh Caroline

All I need To Hear

When We Are Together

I’m in Love With You

Happiness

About You

“Seriously?”

You managed to choke out. Your eyes glossy as you turned to look back at him. He nodded. “But Fallingforyou came out like a million years ago!” You laughed through the sob that had erupted from your chest before falling against your boyfriend. 

“I told you, I’ve been in love with you for forever.”  

Which just made you cry even more.

Then the boys returned, your brother leading the troops. Two cups in his hand, your fave coffee order ready for the long day of band stuff they had ahead of them when he spotted you crying in Matty’s arms.

“Dude why the fuck is my sister crying? What the fuck have you done Healy?”

The anger bubbling in him, thinking he had hurt you in some way. Not wanting a fight to break out, you pulled away from Matty, sleeves of shirt wet from where you’d try to contain the emotions that were spilling out of you. When you finally felt composed enough to converse with Ross, he was already on his knees in front of you ready to comfort you. You reached out to hold his bearded cheek sweetly.

“He’s done nothing. He was just showing me this.” 

Dropping your hand, you turned the laptop round to show him what had made you so emotional. Your heart physically bursting from how much you loved this stupid curly haired man sat next to you. The two of you watched your brother flit his eyes across the playlist of songs before his eyes landed on you wide.

“Seriously? This entire time?”

Matty just smiled.

“The entire time.”

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 fic #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 #matty healy blurb #the 1975 blurb

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

thank you for your work in the Taylor Swift trenches, i find her so psychologically fascinating. i think i remember you enjoying 1d back in the day so i’m curious what you think about harry styles seemingly being the one bf she feels lingering nostalgia for after all this time

so glad you asked. my deepest belief about her and harry is that they have an understanding about each other as people whose incredible gift beyond any question of artistry or musicianship or creativity or stage presence is simply being preternaturally good at being famous and navigating the waters of fame. they go about it in different ways but their kinship on this matter transcends trivial surface matters of style (heh). i think they spent the whole time watching each other’s post-haylor PR shenanigans and embodying the concept of game recognize game. so if she has actual nostalgia for him as opposed to merely being on good terms (which i think she is with the werewolf kid these days too, and the jonas brother till she sided with his ex in the divorce) i think it’s because that kind of mindmeld can’t be easy to find when you are in possession of such a rare gift. it’s like sherlock and moriarty on elementary, you know? he’ll never go back, but god, what it meant once to be understood!

also i’m too lazy to find it now but during the 1989 press cycle she def did an interview where she alluded to some of the songs being about “a relationship” that was like, so off and on that it was the kind of relationship where at your wedding some part of you would wait for them to interrupt…. ok i typed that out and was like, did she really say it like that or am i projecting? but yeah she did. her little wink wink “i never have to name names :)” in there is so funny too because in another 1989 press interview when asked about “style” she said “we should have just called it ‘i’m not even sorry.’” people cry “unhinged behavior” when she writes songs about dudes NO! this right here is the true derangement of taylor! this is the same interview where she’s like “bad blood is about this woman celebrity who was always super weird to me and then tried to sabotage a tour by hiring everyone away from me” which she years later retconned to be like “i said it was about a friend and i can sleep at night knowing i never pointed fingers at anyone :)” lolololololol.

sorry i got distracted by her serial killer antics. anyway. so there is some relationship where she never had a real sense of closure, and like maybe she still feels this way about this person 9 years later - sounds bonkers but It’s Taylor - but equally probably i think she just finds the narrative of the one that got away to be romantic and dramatic in a way that is compelling to return to artistically.

my other insane haylor conspiracy theory i don’t really believe is that they are true blue PR4PR soulmates (see above) and while i think they probably wrote some stuff about each other i also would not be surprised if they have a mutual agreement that it’s cool to use each other as a misdirect to write about other people while hiding in plain sight. when one direction taylor swifted taylor swift with “perfect” young harold DID say “if you’re looking for someone to write your break-up songs about…” this would align perhaps with the whole matty healy Situation which who knows what ever happened there but which i do kinda think she was planning to Launch as a the-one-that-got-away-returned-to-me type narrative based on their shenanigans this summer (mouthing “this is for you you know who you are i love you” in concerts a few days apart). oh my god i have spent soooo much mental energy on this woman this year but it was just so funny how 36 hours after the break-up was official she was like “remember how i spent six years talking about how much i love being private and hiding my real life away? well i fuckin LIED.” anyway. so there’s a part of me that’s like, well taylor knows if she puts green eyes in a song everyone will go “harry” and that’ll be that and harry won’t mind because game recognize game. and this will always work because they never go out of—[forcibly dragged offstage because of giant cartoon hook]

#askbox

[codyrhodey]

Sweetheart | Kenny Omega x Male Reader

all fluff !!

Kenny and y/n grew up together. Both having a shared dream of becoming professional wrestlers one day.

Kenny was a year older than y/n, and when he graduated high school in 2007, the two slowly drifted apart.

Kenny went straight into wrestling, he tried going to college but quickly realized it was not for him. So he dropped out to pursue his dream.

Y/n decided to go to college, pursuing a degree in creative writing. His dream of being a wrestler had faded over time, but his love for wrestling didn’t go away.

Y/n’s last year of high school was definitely hard. He wasn’t the coolest guy by any means, and Kenny was usually too busy for him. He was traveling all over the world, meeting new people, and didn’t have as much time for y/n.

So when y/n went to college, and wasn’t at home when Kenny came to visit. The two drifted further and further.

There was the occasional call, to ask how the other was doing. But besides that, it was nothing like before.

There was no late night calls that lead to all nighters, or rewatching their favorite glee moments and giggling. There was no more cuddling and getting a little too close for two guys who are just supposed to be friends. No more “i love you, drive safe”s.

They became like strangers. It hurt both of them at first, even though neither would say it. So instead they just disappeared from each others lives.

Y/n had been writing his ass off for years. He’s had a few books published and helped write on a sitcom for a while, but that’s it. So when he was reached out to by Cody Rhodes to come be on the creative team for his new wrestling promotion, he jumped at the opportunity.

Y/n was sitting in his apartment in jacksonville. He moved in last week and hasn’t done much. But his first day was today, he’d be meeting with Cody, Tony, and some of the top wrestlers in the promotion.

Meanwhile as y/n was getting ready to go, Kenny was putting away his stuff in the shiny new locker room.

“Cody,” Kenny sighed putting his hands on his hips, “this is amazing.”

Cody smiled placing a hand on his shoulder, “i couldn’t have done this without people like you by my side.”

“And tony’s money” Kenny cut in.

Cody chuckled, “yes and tony’s money.” He rolled his eyes beginning to walk away, “oh-“ he stopped turning around, “don’t forget, we have a meeting in uh” he checked his watch, “15 minutes, with everyone and some new people in creative.”

Kenny nodded pulling out his phone, mindlessly scrolling as he followed behind Cody.

Y/n got out of his car grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat. He took one last deep breath before closing his door and making his way into the building.

Cody gave him incredibly vague directions on where to go.

“Fucking shit” he mumbled to himself pulling out his phone.

“Hello?” Cody answered.

“Hey cody! It’s y/n, um i just got here, i’m just not really sure where to go.” you trailed off, looking around the large room.

“Oh hey y/n! yea sorry about that, i’m kind of shit at directions, i’ll send someone out to get you, are you still by the front door?”

“mhm” you said rocking back and fourth on your heels.

“Alright give me like 2 minutes and i’ll have someone grab you.” Cody hung up the phone, sliding it back into his pocket.

He looked around at the people around him, before his eyes landed on kenny, “Kenny, kenny kenny kennny” he sang.

Kenny looked up at him raising an eyebrow.

“One of the new writers is here, he’s at the front door and lost. Can you go grab him for me?”

Kenny nodded standing up from the chair he was in.

“Be back.” He said walking out the door.

He pulled his phone out again, going into him and Matt jackson’s messages.

🏳️‍🌈Kenny: You almost here? We’re about to start.

🍗Matty: Yea yea i’m about to pull up, sorry.

(sent with voice text)

Kenny nodded to himself putting his phone in his pocket looking back up at his surroundings.

He didn’t know what this guy looked like or what his name was, but there was only one person standing in the lobby looking lost so he thought it was a safe assumption.

“Hey,” he tapped the guy on the shoulder. Causing y/n to jump a bit dropping his phone.

Kenny giggled, “sorry did i scare you?”

“N-no i knew you were coming.” He huffed bending over and grabbing his phone before turning around to face Kenny.

Y/n’s breath hitched in his throat as he locked eyes with the other man.

“Kenny?” He whispered, almost too quiet to be heard.

Kenny was staring back at him, wide eyed.

“Oh my god-“ Kenny started still in shock.

It had been 10 years since the two had seen each other and 9 years since they last spoke.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Kenny broke the silence, the biggest smile forming on his face.

Y/n smiled back, excitedly pulling Kenny into a hug.

Kenny immediately hugged him back squeezing him tight. He missed him a lot, but assumed due to the lack of calls, he forgot about him. There was always something more with y/n but at the time Kenny couldn’t admit that to himself. He wasn’t out as bisexual at the time. While y/n was always out as gay, so even if at the time Kenny did know he liked him, he didn’t want to make y/n deal with being with someone still in the closet.

He continued to hold y/n close to him, rocking the two of them back and forth.

“Oh my god i missed you so much!” Kenny basically screamed.

“I missed you too Kenny but you’re crushing me.” Y/n giggled

“Oh shit sorry,” Kenny let go but not all the way, keeping his hands on y/n’s shoulders, “i’m just so strong” he smirked.

Y/n rolled his eyes, “so strong and still a sarcastic little bitch.”

Kenny brought his hands up to his chest, acting fake hurt, “how could you! I am incredibly offended, I don’t know how we’ll move on from this.”

“Whatever will i do without Kenny in my life, maybe the same thing i’ve been doing for the last 10 years.” Y/n said walking past Kenny.

“Hey! You don’t even know where you’re going!” Kenny shouted after him.

“Gonna follow this dude,” He pointed at Matt who had just walked in, “he looks more important than you.”

Kenny gasped running after the two of them as they all made their way to the conference room.

The meeting lasted longer than it needed too, Kenny almost fell asleep a few times. Listening to Cody speak for longer than 5 minutes was a chore, he felt like he was in a classroom. Cody’s choice of words perfectly matched his egotistical personality.

Kenny was sat next to y/n who was sat next to Adam Page. Y/n was taking a bunch of notes that Adam was very interested in. The two of them scooted closer to eachother halfway through the meeting, giggling at stupid jokes one of them would make.

Kenny was slightly annoyed but he didn’t know why. He didn’t wanna listen to Cody’s long drawn out speech, but he also didn’t wanna listen to y/n and Adam giggle to eachother.

When the meeting finally came to a close, Cody thanked everyone for coming and walked out of the room, Brandi following behind him.

“That was tiring.” Nick said, stretching in his chair, “I feel like i’ve been here for 13 hours!” He yelled dramatically slamming his head down on the table.

Everyones heads snapped over to him, “Nick, bud, it was maybe 2 hours.” Adam laughed out.

“Shhhh, let me sleep.” Nick responded.

Adam shrugged and stood up, “Well y/n it was very nice to meet you,” he smiled, “i have alot of trust that you will write amazing stories for us all.”

Y/n smiled, “thank you Adam, i appreciate it.”

Adam nodded at him before exiting the room as well.

“Sooo,” Kenny began scooting his chair closing to y/n’s, “you and Adam huh?” He nudged y/n’s shoulder.

“Shut up kennert.” Y/n groaned

“You like him?”

“I do not actually, he’s not really my type” Y/n responded shrugging.

“not your type? he’s beautiful!” Kenny said shocked.

“You’re sounding a little fruity there Kenny,” y/n giggled turning toward him so they were facing eachother, “maybe you have a crush on him.”

“Eh been there done that.” he responded in a non-chalant way.

“What?” y/n responded eyes wide, “you’re?” he brought up his hand and bent it at the wrist.

Kenny froze, y/n didn’t know he was bi, he totally forgot. Everyone he interacts with knows he ‘swings both ways’ so he didn’t even think about it.

“um, i- uh” Kenny stammered, “is it hot in here?”

“kenny, i’m literally gay” y/n chuckled, “i don’t care if you are”

“yea yea it’s just-“ he stopped, “it’s been a while since a new person found out about it, ya know?”

y/n nodded, “so if you’ve been there done that,” he mocked, “and you’re fruity,” he did the hand thing again, “then are you jealous mr omega?” He teased laughing softly.

Kenny stopped for a second. He used to have feelings for y/n, and he will admit he still looked absolutely amazing. But that bridge had already been crossed. There was no way there could be anything between them now.

“Kenny, i’m kidding,” y/n cut in, “but i would be very flattered if you were.”

Y/n stood up out of his chair, “so” he stared down at the still sitting Kenny, “wanna hang out?” He didn’t know why he was nervous to ask but he was. He felt his palms start to sweat and he was avoiding eye contact with kenny.

“mmmm,” kenny drummed his fingers on the table, “watcha wanna do?”

y/n let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, “wanna come over? play some mario kart?”

Kenny nodded with a smile standing up out of his seat as well.

“Shall we?” He asked holding out his hand to y/n.

“We shall,” y/n took his hand and the two walked out together hand in hand.

They had been at Kenny’s for a few hours. Y/n insisted they went over there since he hadn’t unpacked anything yet.

The two were sitting on Kenny’s love seat, both of their legs up on the ottoman, y/n’s on top of kenny’s.

“Can we be done playing now?” Kenny whined throwing his arms up in defeat.

“You only wanna be done because you’ve lost the last 8 races” y/n teased.

“You’ve kept track?” Kenny’s voice went high. He pulled his legs up onto the couch crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well when you’re a winner,” y/n pretended to dust off his shoulders, “you wanna know your record, not that you’d know what being a winner is like.”

“Oh that’s it” Kenny lunged forward at y/n, tackling him onto the couch.

“Noo nooo” y/n yelled.

Kenny straddled y/n staring down at him, “any last words?”

y/n squinted his eyes, “you suck at mario kart.”

“you’re gonna get it now.”

Kenny started tickling y/n, squeezing his sides, expecting him to erupt in laughter but instead there was silence.

Kenny stopped, staring at y/n. He cocked his head to the side, “what?” he questioned, out of breath from his attack.

Y/n took this as his opportunity to strike back. He lunged forward causing kenny to lose balance and fall down onto his back. Y/n began to squeeze his sides, reaching under his shirt to make sure he got the ultimate tickle.

Kenny erupted into a loud unrestrained laugh. Wriggling from side to side, “y/n stop stop” he begged between laughs, “can’t breathe” he continued laughing.

Finally, y/n stopped, “i win again” he said smugly.

“I think i won” Kenny said softly gazing into y/n’s eyes.

Y/n was laughing so he didn’t hear Kenny.

Finally y/n stood up off of Kenny, offering a hand to help him up.

Kenny took it and stood up, the two of them stood dangerously close to eachother.

Kenny’s mind was racing. He felt like no time had passed between him and his old friend. He still felt that spark between them. He sighed, continuing to stare into y/n’s eyes, wishing he could read his mind.

Y/n stood there, staring back at Kenny. He was so beautiful. When they were younger y/n always had the biggest crush on him but Kenny was never anything but straight, atleast that’s he thought. Knowing now that he was some kind of gay, y/n thought about all of the moments they shared when they were younger and if maybe they meant more than he thought.

Kenny reached up, cradling y/n’s face in his hands, “you are the most breathtaking person i have ever seen in my entire life.”

Kenny couldn’t believe he just did that, but it was 20+ years of pent up feelings for the man standing across from him and his brain was no longer functioning.

“I’m sorry,” Kenny stopped himself going to remove his hands but y/n stopped him. Placing his hands over kenny’s.

“Just kiss me kenny.”

And so he did. Kenny pulled y/n into a kiss. Kenny’s chest felt like it was going to explode. When people described feeling fireworks, he knew this is what they meant.

Y/n gasped when their lips connected, his knee’s immediately went weak. This was something he had been waiting for for years. Kenny’s lips were soft and warm and he felt like home.

Y/n pulled away first, resting his forehead on kenny’s.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago huh” Kenny giggled, placing another short peck to y/n’s lips.

“Mmm not my fault.” Y/n reached his hands under Kenny’s shirt, for nothing more than to feel his warm skin, Kenny felt safe.

Kenny chuckled pulling y/n into his chest, “nothings ever your fault is it sweetheart?”

Y/n nuzzled his face into Kenny’s neck, shaking his head which caused Kenny to squirm. He pressed small gentle kisses to his shoulder.

“Can’t get enough of me huh?” Kenny asked quietly, continuing to hold him. He may have asked the question to poke fun at him, but he couldn’t get enough of y/n either.

“Making up for too much lost time omega.”

The two of them stood there in each others arms until their legs got tired. They then retreated back to the couch. Their limbs tangled together, doing whatever they had to do to remain touching.

#kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #aew #aew wrestling #male reader #fluff fic #one shot #kenny omega x male reader #wwe #njpw

[youareinlove]

welcome to day 5 of the swiftie hunger games!

tagging all tributes: @taylorslastkiss @foreverwintertv @butyoupaintedmegolden @noitsdibbles @evermorecatra @violet-prism-creatively @isitovernow-ootw @alltheliars @thegoosewitch @brenninthetaylorverse @dearreader @borninjuly95 @mynightsoutofsight @urfav-mirrorball @atwtmvftvtvsgavralpsss @lovestrucklovelorn @anixknowsnothin @sophiesonlinediary @urbanflorals @taygracie @squishy-lemons @typingwithmyhandstied @isitovrnow

(disclaimer: all events, deaths, etc. are dictated by a simulator. i put in custom events but i can't control what happens to who any more than you can so please be kind).

today we're going to witness day 5, the arena event, and night 5. tributes, may the odds be ever in your favor!

Day 5

lovestrucklovelorn practices their archery.

violet-prism-creatively tries to spear fish with a trident.

borninjuly95 convinces mynightsoutofsight that Debut TV was announced without I'd Lie on it, killing them instantly.

butyoupaintedmegolden receives clean water from Jack Antonoff.

urfav-mirrorball practices their archery.

brenninthetaylorverse, squishy-lemons, and thegoosewitch have a 1989 Taylor's Version listening party.

anixknowsnothin receives medical supplies from Aaron Dessner.

urbanflorals collects fruit from a tree.

Arena Event

TS11 is announced via livestream.

violet-prism-creatively is eaten alive by Twitter swifties for suggesting the album is 100% pop.

urbanflorals is hiding in a cave and doesn't hear the news.

squishy-lemons is eaten alive by Twitter swifties for suggesting the album is 100% pop.

thegoosewitch is hiding in a cave and doesn't hear the news.

brenninthetaylorverse realizes that there will be a new track 5 and dies of excitement.

anixknowsnothin is eaten alive by Twitter swifties for suggesting the album is 100% pop.

urfav-mirrorball, butyoupaintedmegolden, lovestrucklovelorn, and borninjuly95 team up to fight angry Matty Healy stans. lovestrucklovelorn sacrifices themself to save the others.

7 cannon shots can be heard in the distance

Deaths: isitovrnow, mynightsoutofsight, violet-prism-creatively, squishy-lemons, brenninthetaylorverse, anixknowsnothin, lovestrucklovelorn

Night 5

urbanflorals quietly hums.

borninjuly95 shoots a poisonous blow dart into urfav-mirrorball's neck, slowly killing them.

butyoupaintedmegolden receives a hatchet from Jack Antonoff.

thegoosewitch cries themself to sleep.

#hunger games simulator

[morticious-delicious]

I finished Poor Things (book by Alisdair Gray) last night after having watched Poor Things (movie dir. Yorgos Lanthimos) this weekend and I am not ok.

The movie: Beautiful to watch, a little extra with the sexi-times, and full of obscenities. (I'm not afraid of the word Fuck but ... FUCK it was excessive! And a little out of character!) I understand that much of the movie was Bella finding the freedom to be herself and do and fuck whom she wanted, I get it. But its all alluded to in the book. We don't have scene after scene of Ruffalos sweaty dad bod. There is no mention of her learning how to use breakfast foods in new and creative ways or assaulting the maid.

(spoilers)

The book has a few parts: The account by McCandless, and then an account by Bella "Victoria" Baxter where she laments the bogusness of his account! She's like holy shit he's a great doctor but has no imagination! He stole from Mary Shelley, He stole from Poe (and a number of other Gothic authors). Basically-

NONE of the story they show in the movie was supposed to have happened. I mean, like, even in the story not like, its fiction. Even in spite of the author throwing in historical tidbits after wards that make it all sound real and true. She runs away from her abusive husband! She moves in with Godwin and loves him for being the only fucking doctor in the UK who is caring to lady patients! She marries McCandless because he's a gentle man who will not try and control her! She LOVES Godwin (who also does not try and control her!) None of the Frankenstein stuff happens! She becomes a doctor and a socialist and has a life thats not quite the adventure they show, but I see what he was trying to do.

The complaints about "She's a baby in a womans body!" Yes! Notice how the men LOVE her when shes infantile and then grow tried of her when she starts thinking and having ideas! (also maturing at an accelerated rate).

She's still a fascinating character but not the manic pixie hmm hmm hmm they show in the movie. If anything she reminds me more of Mattie from True Grit. No nonsense. She does what needs to be done and what she wants! Still interesting but would have made for a less interesting movie.

anyway I'm reeling from this. It reminded me of Blonde. A fictional account of a real person and then they make a movie that shows a lot more sex then was actually in the original piece. Only Bella/Victoria (Beautiful Victory!) wasn't real so I am 100% more ok with it. Anyway. Good movie Good book. I need to lay down. I need men to stop re-writing women.

#Poor Things #i am obsessed

[ughgoaway]

So glad that you’re feeling up to writing! Have we seen Matty and teacher’s first fight? Feeling angsty today. Or if you’re feeling more fluff, maybe first time they have to build something together and she’s trying to focus on the directions and well we know how that prob goes….

ahh, thank you, my love! and omg, I love both of these concepts, so I am gonna talk briefly about both of them hehehe.

✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿✿❀✿

The first fight would definitely be tour-related, I think. Matty is stressed at the idea of leaving you after you've only just got together. Time apart is hard for any relationship, let alone a new one. But Matty doesn't communicate that. He just mopes around and keeps on starting petty fights. He's trying to avoid you a little bit, too. If he starts spending less time with you now, then it won't be as bad when he really goes.

He thinks that if you're fighting before he leaves, he won't miss you as much, and it won't be as hard. He's wrong, of course, and if he said that to anyone, they would tell him that. But he hasn't told anyone that thought process because he knows that, and he needs to live in denial a little longer.

And if you're honest, you're freaking out, too. But in a very different way to Matty. You're just scared of how much you're gonna miss him. So you want to spend as much time with him as you can. Which doesn't work so well when he's trying to avoid you.

One week before tour is when it finally boils over. It's 11 pm. when Matty gets home, and you're kinda done with him. So you’re waiting on the sofa when he comes in. He drops his jacket on the kitchen chair and sits next to you with a huff, rubbing his eyes with his hands and sighing heavily. 

So, in the weeks coming up to the tour, it's weird. Matty is leaving home early and arriving late, claiming it is tour practice, but you know that the other boys are home way before him. You try to cuddle with him in bed, but he gives you a quick squeeze and rolls back over.

But you rationalise it to yourself by telling him he's more involved as a creative director, so maybe that's why he's home at odd times and is acting off. You choose to ignore the fact that he comes home smelling of wine and someone else's perfume.

You don't beat around the bush, “are you cheating on me.” You ask bluntly, facing Matty with a blank look on your face. 

Matty choked on the air immediately, coughing out his answer as quickly as he could, “What? No. why would you think that?” he looked at you with wide eyes, and he could tell you were on edge and trying to keep a strong facade up still.

“You've been avoiding me for weeks. You’re leaving for tour next week, and every time I try to spend time with you, you fob me off.” Matty tries to cut in and defend himself, but a sharp look from you shuts him up. 

“And you come home smelling like a bar and some random woman. So please, just be honest with me, Matty. I can't do this anymore. Im exhausted.” Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. The wall you had tried to build was quickly crumbling as you just became more desperate for an explanation. 

Matty feels his heart shatter as soon as he sees the tears forming in your eyes, and he cracks immediately. “I promise im not cheating on you. I could never do that to you. I've just been freaking out about leaving you when I go on tour. I know my job is hard to cope with, and my leaving for months at a time doesn't help. It’s practically ruined every relationship I've ever had, and I just can't cope with losing you” Matty pours his heart out as he speaks, dropping his head in his hands and rubbing his face. "And it's just some random perfume I found in the studio, I was trying to cover up the fact that I've been chain smoking cigarettes. didn't want to freak you out."

“Oh,” Matty says dumbly, trying to process how you can always be so mature and adult in situations like this. 

You sigh in relief at his words, but can't help yourself from blueting out what you really think. “Well thats stupid.” You say bluntly. Matty shoots up and looks at you confused for a few seconds until you keep talking.

“Matty, I came into this relationship knowing what you do. I knew tour would happen, and I knew everything that would come with being with you. And I still wanted to, because I care about you.” You pull one of Matty's hands away from ringing together and hold it in your stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. 

“Yeah, oh,” you repeat, giggling at Matty's choice of words, or more choice of word. He smiles at your laughter and pulls you into his side. You settle in quite happily, laying your head on his chest and looking up at him. 

“M’sorry for freaking out on you. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I promise to talk to you about it if I do.” You nod at Matty, leaning up to peck his lips and coming back down with a content smile on your face. 

“Thats okay,” you start, “now. We have like 3 episodes of bake off to watch because you've been avoiding me, so can we watch them now? I want to see susan fuck up pastry week and laugh at her with you."

Matty laughs and nods happily, flicking on the tv and pulling a blanket over the both of you, humming as you both settle into the sofa.

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Now, as far as building stuff together, I think you managed to avoid it for a good couple of years. Until you're pregnant, and it's time to build baby Healy’s nursery. 

Matty is on the floor and is flipping around the ikea booklet, trying to figure out which way is up. You're sitting on the chair behind him, trying to secretly google a YouTube tutorial despite his many protests. 

“Wait. That's part b? I thought that was part d?” You hear Matty mumble to himself, and you can't help but burst out laughing at his words. 

Matty looks at you, annoyed before whining and moving the floor to come and sit in front of you with the book in his hands. “You're a teacher. Can you teach me how to read again? Apparently, I've forgotten how.” he pouts and rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a mopey face. 

“Mm, im not sure I can. Why don't we just hire someone, baby? What's the point of being rich if you don't use your money to do things you don't wanna do” you say, stroking his hair and fiddling with the ringlets.

“But I wanna build it for them. For Annie, my dad built everything because I was busy freaking out every five minutes. Thought I could build something for this one” Matty explains, placing his hand on your bump.

You didn't actually need to build anything yet. You've still got almost half of your pregnancy left, so there's time. But when Matty puts his mind to something, he's doing it. 

You hum thoughtfully as Matty continues to stroke your bump, and suddenly, you feel a weird flutter you haven't felt before. You scrunch your face and look down to Matty, who is staring at your bump with wide eyes.

“Did you feel that too? It felt weird. Maybe my acid reflux is back or something” You had been having a hard time with heartburn your whole pregnancy, and assumed it was that again. But Matty sitting up and placing his ear against your stomach tells you it must be something different.

“What are you doing? Matty-” You try to figure out what your boyfriend is playing at, but Matty holds his hand up and shushes you. 

“Wait stop talking for a sec.” You pause and huff at being told not to talk, but that fluttery feeling comes again, and before you can question it, Matty pulls away from you with a gasp.

“They're kicking! That's what that feeling is. They're kicking. C'mon, feel.” Matty grabs your hand and holds it to your stomach, and soon enough, you feel a pair of tiny feet pressing against your hand.

Your jaw drops, and you look down at Matty, whose eyes are glassy. He has a massive smile on his face as he places his hand over yours, watching your bump as you both feel your baby kicking for the next 10 minutes. You are both silent apart from the odd gasp when you feel them kick again. 

Matty soon takes his hand off you and grabs the IKEA booklet again, determined to make this crib with no help. And you don't try and get him to give up this time, sitting back and watching happily as he sticks his tongue out to focus as he builds.

#first fight and building a baby nursery in one post #talk about emotional whiplash #these might be kinda bad as i do feel a little delusional today #not enough sleep combined with mental illness is a funny thing #ask! #teacher au!

[because-she-goes]

chiaroscuro

warnings: ED behaviors, calorie restricting, toxic ex bf, matty comforting nora, happy sweet ending, angsty start, lmk if I missed anything. Enjoy!

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He noticed it immediately. The way the food in her plate would be pushed around, the near constant remarks about her body, her starting to wear baggier and baggier clothes.

“Nor, you alright? You haven’t had any of the snacks we got from the shops.” She was visiting from New York and had come around his house for a movie night. They were currently sat on his couch watching Notting Hill - normally a comfort movie of hers. She was distant this time, every other time they had seen each other in either New York or London she would be her talkative, bubbly and cheeky self. However, she hasn’t spoken to him in over an hour - quietly lost in her own world. He had tried talking to her and making his normal comments at the movie about how ridiculous it all was.

“What? Yeah I’m okay, just feel a bit off… sorry.” She meekly says to him, immediately feeling vulnerable and not wanting to bother him.

“No need to be sorry, you’re okay. Do you want to talk about it, love?” He pauses the movie and twists his torso to look her in the eyes. They looked hollow and empty where heis were swimming with worry and concern.

“You remember Derek right?” She opts to answer his question with another. Biting the corner of her bottom lip with nerves - this was still early days in their relationship and she hadn’t revealed the full extent of the mental gymnastics her ex Derek had put her through. Now or never she thinks.

“Yeah… fuckin wanker.” Matty spits out the words like venom.

“Well, he would make these comments towards the end - when we’d go out to dinner or really whenever. He’d order my food for me and kinda control what and how much I ate at times. I think it was his way of trying to control me when he realized things were falling apart. Like if I had a hard day and just wanted junk food, he would give me shit for it and say I had to watch it or else I’d be gross and he wouldn’t want me. Horrible shit like that. And I guess that mentality comes back every now and again when I’m low.” Once she started talking the words just kept tumbling out of her. Opening the figurative flood gates. Matty had felt like he had been punched in the gut at her words - feeling as if the wind was knocked out of him. How could anyone say anything like that to such a goddess, to such a pure, wonderful, caring human.

“Well… if I may, I just want to remind you that I love you for you - for your brain, your personality, your creativity, your kindness and all the other wonderful things about you. I love you regardless of shape, angel. And your body is an incredible thing, keeps you breathing and alive and existing - that in and of itself is a wonder. If anyone tells you differently, they can fuck off. You’re perfectly you, my love. You’re it for me.”

Just as she had, once he started talking he couldn’t control it. He loved the human infront of him as she was. Regardless of physical attributes, she was perfect in his eyes. Like a Boticelli painting come to life - a divine being sent to him for god knows what reason.

“I’m so lucky to love you, Handsome.” She wipes a tear as she leans in and grabs his cheeks to kiss him.

“Luckier to have your love, Honey.” He whispers to her as their lips connect and the rest of the world falls away.

A buzz fills his head. A high unlike anything else he’s ever known. In the dark of the night with the TV illuminating the pair of lovers, he realizes he has never known a love like Nora’s. The light spotlights Nora and her honey colored eyes. A loose tear moves down her cheek and he rubs it away with a flick of his thumb, palm cradling her delicate face. He prays to whatever angel brought her to him that he is able to bask in this moment - in her love - for eternity. He makes a note later that night while she’s sleeping to go out to a Tesco and get her her favorite junk foods. He kisses her forehead and rests his head on the pillow falling asleep soundly - arms wrapped around her waist protectively. Their breathing and heartbeats synchronize.

He runs out the door the next morning to get some flowers, junk food, blankets - all her favorite things when she feels low and needs a day in. She wakes up to find a note on his pillow.

“Good morning, Sunshine! I’m out running some errands, but wanted to remind you that you are not alone and that I will do everything in my power to help you through this and I am here for you always. I love you very much and care very deeply about you, my girl. I am thankful that you felt comfortable enough to tell me about things with Derek and assure you that I couldn’t care less about those things - you’re still my darling Nora regardless of appearances. You are the strongest soul I have ever known. I can only dream of being as strong, brave and wonderful as you. Love you, baby. See ya in a bit, coffees in the pot xx - Your Matty.”

In that moment, Nora realizes she has never had a love like Matty’s. Just as he had, she prays to some other worldly being that she feels it for the rest of her life.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #requests :)

[oceana-official]

( 🐬 ) . . . — ELEANOR SAGE PARKER, better known as SAGE, is a korean-american artist under BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT. she's the first member announced of OCEANA, as a LEADER, LEAD VOCALIST & SUB RAPPER.

in the group's story line, she is the oldest and FIRST PRINCESS in the kingdom of oceana.

( ⚓ ) . . . — BASICS !

BIRTH NAME : eleanor sage parker

KOREAN NAME : han seulgi ( hangul: 한슬기 )

NICKNAMES : gigi, park, ele, green, sagie

BIRTHDAY : 8 june, 2000

BIRTH PLACE : colomar, france

ZODIAC SIGN : gemini

NATIONALITY : french

ETHNICITY : korean

FAMILY : mother and father, one older brother,( 1997 ), one younger brother ( 2004 )

LANGUAGES : korean (native), english (100%), french (85%), japanese (75%)

( 🐚 ) . . . — BODY !

HEIGHT : 167 cm (5’5″)

BLOOD TYPE : O+

BODY MODIFICATION : earlobe piercings on both ears, three tattoos on her arms.

FACE CLAIM : roh yoonseo ( actress )

( 🦭 ) . . . — PERSONALITY !

STRENGTHS : kind, empathetic, compassionate, intelligent

FLAWS : perfectionist, stubborn, impatient, overthinking, self doubt

( 🪸 ) . . . — MEMBER'S INFO. !

STAGE NAME : SAGE

AGENCIES : bighit Entertainment ( 2015 - now )

TRAINING PERIOD : 2 years and 6 months

GROUP : ØCEANA ( 2017 - now )

POSITION(S) : leader, lead dancer, sub rapper, sub vocalist

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : garden(s)

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🐬

( 🦀 ) . . . — MISC. TRIVIA !

since sage is the oldest of the five, she naturally tends to act as a motherly figure to the other girls. She often checks on the members to see how they're doing and takes care of them when things are well.

she is known to have a strong intuition and often times, her gut feeling and her intuition turns out to be true.

sage is also a great actor. she made her acting debut in the Korean drama our blues as a character and captured the hearts of many. she has also since then acted in a Korean movie named 20th century girl as the second female lead and in the kdrama crash course in romance as the main female lead's daughter.

she is the type of person who would drop anything and everything for the people she loves. she is said to be one of the many social butterflies in the kpop industry as her friends list is too long.

originally born in the picturesque town of colomar, the parker-han family has moved a several of times and sage has lived in a lot of places that she hopes to visit one day. currently her family lives in the Scottish highlands living a peaceful life with sage in Seoul.

true to her name, eleanor is a true nature lover. she tries to be in nature as much as possible and it's quite easy to spot her on a walk outside on the days where she doesn't have any schedule.

eleanor is also known for her creative ability and her beautiful paintings. after much pressure from fans, she has a seperate instagram page just for her art. rumours say that she and hyunjin of straykids talk for hours long about art.

when oceana did live in the dorms, she used to have a seperate room whereas the other members shared it with eachother. this was the outcome of a intense game of rock paper scissors. the groups go-to decision maker is the said game. now all the five girls live in their own in their apartments but are within 30min distance within eachother.

© layout heavily inspired by @hvurglass 's, @saesvns and @n-vrld 's aesthetic, all the rights goes to mona and matty !! ♡♡

#‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀ʬ.ʬ.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀(⠀⠀&.⠀⠀)⠀...⠀sage. #fake kpop idol #fake kpop gg #fake kpop member #fictional kpop community #fictional idol group #fictional idol soloist #fictional idol oc #fictional idol company #fictional idol addition #fictional kpop idol #fake oc #fictional oc community #kpop original character #kpop incorrect quotes #bighit entertainment