#time travel mattie au

[professor-abeloved]

another pretty specific, unintentional parallel I noticed with Matthias and Wan is the power of names and identity

I think Juan starts going by "Wan" specifically with that spelling after "waking up" at the hospital. Lia says they seemed like a different person, and they decided to reinvent themself

Before that they were called, JM, from the former Juan Miguel.

When I was still considering that maybe Mattyass was telling the truth about being LJ, I tagged their ship as LJM as a joke HAHAHA

But jokes on me because Wan isn't JM, and Matthias was never really LJ no matter what he might say

#mattwan #juan capili #matthias x mc #matthias mcquoid #ilw #ilw spoilers #it lives within #it lives within spoilers #ilw ch20 spoilers #i had this whole time travel au planned out #where the 'old' juan aka JM meets LJ #and it was cute because JM wouldve been so into what LJ was wearing #bc they wanted to be fashion major #and historical fashion is so cool #but alas they both went too early #tHE NARRATIVE WEIGHT AND THEMATIC PARALLELS #of matty pretending to be someone hes not #deluding himself into thinking he carries his brother with him #vs mc who has the biggest fuckin imposter syndrome due to the bodysnatch #ITS SO GOOD

[abiiors]

disclaimer: please don't copy, translate or reupload my work here or on any other platforms!

key: a → angst // f → fluff // s → smut // h/c → hurt/comfort // a/f → angst to fluff

matty blurbs

august━(s, f) | contains oc. cara is a on a holiday in italy and runs into a handsome stranger

canvas━(s) | painter!au. you're a nude model for a really hot painter and... well, you decide to make art together

cold shower━(s, f) | the ac is broken and in lieu of fixing it, you and he decide to take a cold shower

corruption━(s) | politician!au. your boss is Quite unhappy with how a tv debate went and decides you teach you a... lesson

crush━(f) | he has a crush on you and it's only minutes until showtime.

edinburgh━(f) | you have a broken leg resulting in the cancellation of your edinburgh trip

the frontman━(f) | he gets to meet his celebrity crush (you) at an award show

i like it when you sleep━(f) | he sings you to sleep

jealous boyfriend━(a) | he gets jealous of your actor costar after he watches you shoot an intimate scene

jealous boyfriend pt 2━(a/f) | he apologises for being jealous and acting immature

just let me━(a/f) | you won't let your best friend help you while having a slight mental health crisis until he snaps

miserable together━(f) | both of you wake up sick together

mother hen━(h/c, f) | you're sick and he takes care of you

naps━(f) | he's super tired and you help him take a nap

onesie━(f) | you both go onesie shopping for your baby. onesie pt 2━(f)

on wednesdays, we wear pjs━(s, f) | you hate wednesday mornings to begin with and your very warm, very sexy bf makes it impossible to get out of bed

palimpsest━(f) | matty's giving you a tour of manchester and can't help but reminisce about the things that have changed

quiet━(f) | you're still getting used to dating your famous bf

rainy tuesday night━(f, s) | it's still early stages of dating and you're forced to spend a night in because of the rain

sick day━(h/c, f) | he's sick and you take care of him

slit━(s) | you're his date to an award show and the dress you're wearing has a Very high slit

stay━(a) | you run into your ex a year after breaking up

west coast━(s) | road head

wired autocomplete━(f) | you both do the wired autocorrect interview together

your lips, my lips━(f) | dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life

ross blurbs

anniversary━(a/f) | it's your anniversary but he's busy touring on another continent

bass strings━(f) | he teaches you how to play the bass

drunken nights━(f) | he takes care of you while you're super drunk

exhaustion━(h/c, f) | you've been working away non-stop and are at the brink of exhaustion until he makes you take a break

homecoming━(f, s) | he comes home from tour after a long time and you can't seem to keep your hands off each other

helpful━(s) | after a boring one night stand and your vibrator breaking, you're really frustrated at work the next day. he offers to help

hungover mornings━(f) | he takes care of you when you're really hungover

limbo━(h/c) | after a really hectic couple of days on the road, you're really overwhelmed and exhausted

lessons in patience━(s) | your husband's busy working but you're feeling super impatient and needy. turns out, he knows how to tame a brat

marital bliss━(s, f) | an italian honeymoon with your husband

morning routine━(f) | a sweet, quaint morning with him

small comforts━(f) | he takes care of you when you get your period

so you're tired━(a) | you travel to paris to win him back after a breakup but it might just be too late

tomorrow━(a/f) | he isn't dealing super well with the fact that tour’s going to make him miss important days in your relationship

what’s his name?━(s) | a slight bit of jealousy can't hurt when it means getting railed backstage

george blurbs

in stages━(a/f) | five times he almost confessed and the one time he finally did it

red hearts━(f) | dying his hair

support━(f) | he's there to support you at your book launch event

three's a party━(s) | after a lackluster date, you meet two strangers at a pub who make the night thrice as more fun (ft. ross hehe)

HAUNT // BED (MATTY)

do me a favour━(a) // prequel part 1━(a, f) part 2━(a) part 3━(s, a) epilogue━(a, f)

BIRTHDAY BASH (MATTY)

firsts - monday (first birthdays as a couple - his birthday)━(f) special girl - tuesday (first birthdays as a couple - your birthday)━(f) to build a home - saturday (34 headcanons)━(f, s) red lips - sunday (birthday smut)━(s)

WRITE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO (MATTY)

book - monday (early matty, pre-notes/bfiafl)━(f) boyfriend - tuesday (boyfriend matty)━(f) baking - wednesday (dad matty)━(f) birthday - thursday (trope night)━(f) bet - friday (slutty matty)━(s)

WEEKENDS IN MANCHESTER (MATTY)

the meet (cute?)━(f) i'm not stalking you, i promise━(f) i know a place━(f) gathering of strangers━(f, s) say that again━(f, s) i'm so obsessed with you━(s)

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER (GEORGE X OC)

masterlist matty and cleo have been best friends for almost a decade; inseparable, until she left for new york. but now she's back—abruptly and clearly hiding things from him—and staying at matty's place until she can figure something out, all while trying not to kill his infuriating housemate george...

PROMPTOBER 2023 (THE 1975 X READER)

masterlist a series of short one-shots from my autumn-themed prompt list

marital bliss━ross

#the 1975 #masterlist

[ughgoaway]

10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

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omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you. 

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad. #but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut” #bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon! #teacher au! #matty healy smut

[tillthelandslide]

Masterlist []

name: Lou ✌️

24 🌸

pronouns: she/her

time zone: GMT 🇬🇧

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Key: Smut 💦 Instagram AU 📸 One shot ❤️ Series📓

*read the lastest: Prove It Princess 💦 || Can't Get Enough📓

The 1975:

Same for you 📓 (in progress)

One Shots

Stupidly Happy Smiles ❤️

Mr Macdonald 📸

Touring with the 1975📸

Filth💦

Stubborn, Whipped, Insatiable💦

Sweet Cheeks ❤️

Throughout the Years 📸

Request: domestic fluff with Ross x Ross smut 💦🍭

Daddy Ross 📸

You've Got Me Forever ❤️

My Person 📸

She's Got A Boyfriend Anyway 💦

Poor Baby ❤️

Made For Me 💦

Go Get Your Man

Travelling 📸

You're Not Alone ❤️

We've Got Forever After All 📸

For Better or For Worse ❤️

Happy Valentine's Day ❤️

Series

Pressure 📓(on hold)

Instagram AU

Blurbs / Short Fics

Under the Weather ❤️

One Shots

Yours ❤️

Obsessed 📸

Blurbs / Short Fics

Lovey Dovey G ❤️

Series

Love It If We Made It (coming soon)

One Shots

Unbelievably so ❤️

Babe You Look So Cool📸

She's Got A Boyfriend Anyway 💦

My Wife ❤️

Best Friend Day ❤️

Post-Stoned with Matty Interview ❤️

Perfect Girl (chain matty)💦 || Prove It Princess (part 2)

Wintering ❤️

Definitely Don't Hate It

I love you, don't you mind?

Blurbs / short one shots

Dinner with the Healy's (post Finsbury Park)

Series

Insufferable Arsehole 📓 (completed)

Then Because She Goes (coming soon)

#the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 masterlist #matty healy fan fic #matty the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #ross the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald smut #ross mcdonald fanfic #ross macdonald x reader #george daniel fic #george daniel smut #george daniel x reader #george daniel #tillthelandslide the 1975 masterlist #same for you the 1975 series #insufferable arsehole matty healy series #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy imagine #adam hann #ross macdonald imagine

[lottiecrabie]

we need to talk more about the fire escape/alleyway in linecook

alright Fine i will au my au

you think of leaning in. you consider it, clawing at his shoulder, fearing dripping on his thigh. your fingers tingle. you’re getting a story, an experience, a proof you’re alive— if it’s fucking in a New York alleyway, so be it. at least your heart will beat with something other than nerves. 

you’re doing it. 

your chin tips towards him, practically asking. matty smirks, crowding your face, inches away like a smokey kiss. there’s no cigarette this time; he just listens to your breath hitch, relishes in the effect he has on you, and then kisses you.

thrill blooms inside of you, rushing your head like a cig never could. he’s a bigger addiction, a more dangerous one, and you clutch at his shoulders desperately.

matty tastes like smoke, but then so do you. it’s hard to pick apart the warning fire bells when everything is grey and tar, when he parts your lips with an expert tongue. a low moan comes from your mouth, planting down his throat.

his palm cups your breast, squeezing, licking the high-pitched pants that fall from you. you shift on his thigh, wet and needy. you try to work something on the muscle, though the position is an awkward angle, and you find yourself just soaking your underwear further.

matty breaks from your mouth, ‘you should get back to work,’ he warns, out of breath, sounding pained just to say the words.

you nod, kissing him again. ‘uh-huh. soon.’ you throw your legs over his thigh, now straddling him instead. matty groans. he flicks away his burning cigarette, then grabs your hip with one strong hand and circles your hard nipple with a callused thumb.

your legs spread wider, trying to tuck him so thoroughly against you he might as well be inside. excitement rolls in your mind at the thought. you moan, turned on.

you paw at his jeans. matty leaves your lips again. he rests his elbows on a step of the staircase, leaning away from you to watch you work at his belt with shaky fingers.

‘we’re in public,’ he notes.

you nod. ‘i know.’ you finally undo is belt, working at his button and zip next. your eyes lock with his, arching an eyebrow, smirking cheekily. ‘is that a problem?’

‘i don’t know,’ matty answers, out of breath as you wrap your silky hand around his hard cock. ‘can you keep quiet?’

‘can you make me need to?’

a low, warning groan slips from his mouth. he daggers you with a glare as you tuck him out of his jeans finally, licking your lips at the hard sight. you pump him a few times, but he pries your fingers away quickly. he flips your skirt and sits you on his cock with no hesitation.

you gasp, holding his shoulders as he fills you up. matty refuses to break eye contact, watching you while he enters you, tracking every minute reaction. your pants, your bitten lip, your rolled eyes, the fucking moans you make.

pleasure pumps through you, hot and overwhelming. you claw at his shoulders as though to tear through the tissue.

‘that’s it,’ matty coos. you make an hesitant move, rising up to fall back into him. he kisses under your ear, traveling down to your neck. ‘is that it?’

you whine, trying to buck your hips again. the metal staircase hurts your knees, pressing meanly into the skin as you make sloppy, awkward thrusts, which only get worse when he starts circling a lazy pattern on your clit and you lose all sense of rhythm. your face falls in his shoulder, silently begging.

‘let me help, princess.’ you nod, giving up control as matty holds your hips up and fucks into you.

already he’s quick and hard, hitting you deeper than you could think. you mewl, rolling your eyes, digging your nails into him.

‘shhh,’ he says at your loud sounds. ‘you don’t want everyone to hear you, do you?’ you’re too gone to answer, existing only in the ecstasy he brings out of you.

‘don’t want them to run out and see good, little boss’ daughter riding his employee.’ he snickers in your ear, pinching your clit meanly. you cry in answer. for all his demands to be quiet, he just devotes himself to make you louder and louder. ‘what do you think they will say? seeing you with a dirty guy like me?’

euphoria builds in your limbs. you meet matty in the middle, bucking your hips in tandem with him. matty groans, throwing his head back on the staircase.

‘you want them to see, don’t you? you want them to know who’s fucking you this good? say my name.’

your shoulders shiver. ‘matty!’ you scream, uncaring for the guests and the workers and the passerbys. the only thing real is matty, and his lips, and his fingers, and his cock, and this creaky staircase holding on for dear life. ‘fuck, matty, i’m—‘

‘you’re coming?’ you nod fervently. ‘did you say please?’

‘please, please, please, please, jesus, matty i need to—‘

you come, biting his neck to hold back the pitiful scream falling out of you. the sound buries in his skin instead as bliss spreads through each limb, digging into your fingertips. you buzz happily, grinning, licking your bitemark better.

matty caresses your hair, chasing his own end he finds with a low, fucked out groan. he raises you quickly, cum hitting the inside of your thighs instead.

he pants as he places you back on his knees, his white cum staining his jeans. he pets your flushed cheek, smiling at you. ‘you did so well.’

you grin, happy. he did all of the work, but still you feel pride at his praise, like you had any hand in all of this.

‘do you think they all heard us?’ you bite your lip, suddenly worried.

‘oh, princess,’ matty sighs. ‘yes.’

#IN ANOTHER LIFEEEE #linecook!au #ask #blurb #smut

[toomuchracket]

lol feeling a bit angsty today, thinking about matty and taylor and the timeline of things lol. but Jamie was at the concert tonight with matty and maybe he travelled with our beloved dh assistant. And matty and taylor are together now and assistant had to be professional and maybe she’s dazzling the room with her professionalism and her charisma, but maybe she has a full blown panic attack about it all when she has a moment to think about the whole thing, maybe needs some air and maybe matty finds her having her moment and doesn’t know what to do

OH this inspired me to do a fic, rather than a blurb. beware of angst (but it's an AU and i am not doing a part 2 lol everything is actually nice in d word matty-land. also for a partial explanation of dh assistant being there, it's bea opening alongside phoebe and you're there for vaguely manager-y stuff. and matty plays during bea's set but not for pheebs lol. it'll make sense in-fic!)

gone four weeks

the irony of walking into the stadium while taylor is soundchecking 'midnight rain' isn't lost on you.

following jamie towards the small group of people gathered at the front of the stage, you try not to focus on the lyrics, or the familiar mess of curls moving side to side in time to the music ahead of you, or the melancholy blooming in your skin at the whole situation.

you should be excited. ecstatic. elated, for fuck's sake. you're seeing one of your label's artists - and a fairly good friend of yours to boot - support taylor swift, an artist you've enjoyed and admired since you were an actual kid. instead, you're feeling worse with every passing step, bile and tears threatening to spill out of various facial orifices as you get close enough to hear matty singing along quietly and say something to bea.

it's only been four weeks since you last heard him, but the inflections of matty's voice seem completely unfamiliar to you. they say that the voice is the first memory you lose of someone after a death - apparently, this also applies to the death of a relationship. that, or he's let his accent be influenced by his new girlfriend, aka the beautiful, capable woman singing onstage right now.

bea glances over her shoulder and grins at the sight of you and jamie, walking to meet you and opening her arms out to hug you both in turn. your boss moves on to hug matty too, but you stay put, bea's arm over your shoulder; matty makes no effort to near you, either, staying a good few paces away from you. whether he's trying to avoid overstepping any boundaries or preparing for a duel with you, you can't decide. the former, probably, from the way he nods politely at you and asks "you alright? the flight was ok, i take it?"; you smile emotionlessly back at him - an easy feat, considering your body has gone numb from the sheer agony of seeing him again - and answer affirmatively to both. matty nods again, and gets a look on his face that you instantly recognise as "i have something i want to say to you", but he's interrupted by taylor's arrival on the stadium floor before he can.

despite yourself, and the awkward situation you're all in, you can't help but be awed by her - tall and graceful and even prettier in person, that famously-red-lipstick-lined smile so dazzling and contagious that you begin to genuinely smile too in response. you keep it up even when she hugs matty and he kisses her head sweetly, despite your want to scream at the fact that his lips are on her and not you. but you keep calm, keep smiling, no matter how sore or fake it feels, and remind yourself that it's partially your own fault he isn't kissing you any more.

the smile becomes genuine again when taylor comes over to you and introduces herself, sweeping you into a big hug accompanied by a "so amazing to finally meet you! i'm a big fan of your work in keeping the label running", the latter sentence followed by a wry smile.

"you're a big... what?" you splutter, pulling away. "i don't even do much!"

"oh, please," taylor sighs. "everyone - jamie included, by the way - says you're the mastermind behind everything. i think we have that in common."

out of the corner of your eye, you see matty wince at taylor likening the two of you. good, you think. let him be uncomfortable. "well, you are the reason i got into music," you say, smiling. "i picked up a guitar for the first time after hearing 'fearless'. i mean, i did put it back down when i realised i was kinda shit and my interest in music would be better served elsewhere, but still. thank you for that."

"that's so cool!" taylor squeals, pulling you into another hug. after it ends, she turns to matty with an accusatory look. "i can't believe you wouldn't tell me this! i thought you said she was your best friend."

ouch. you sink your teeth into the back of your bottom lip as you shift your gaze to matty, attempting to keep your face expressionless in spite of the friendzoning revelation wound. he looks apologetic - whether towards you or taylor, though, you can't tell. "to be fair, i didn't actually know that."

"yeah. you don't know everything about me, healy" you reply, your attempt at lightheartedness falling a bit flat amidst the slight tension of the conversation.

matty scoffs. "i know enough."

the loaded comment stings, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes to match it. luckily, bea moves the discussion onto something else all technical and musical, giving you the opportunity to pull out your phone and pretend to be answering emails so that you don't have to look at matty and have him see you're upset. he notices, though, of course he does - matty knows your body movements like nobody else, like the back of his own calloused hand, and the events of four weeks ago mean he's also well-acquainted with what you look like when you're hurt. if you looked up for even a split-second and met your ex-boyfriend's gaze, you would see the clear regret and concern for you in his dark eyes; you don't, though, you keep your eyes on your phone until the soundcheck resumes and you and jamie are dragged off by taylor's parents to talk management and business.

and you're alright, initially, for the next few hours - you're busy having work-related discussions about promotion and marketing and getting some insider knowledge into taylor's career and the tour itself, which is eye-opening for you from both a career perspective and as a fan. bea's set is a bit of a challenge to get through, what with matty making a surprise appearance part-way through to play guitar on some of the songs he co-wrote with her; for the most part, though, you can zone him out, and focus on the fact that your friend and client - a girl not too much younger than you - is playing a stadium show on one of the biggest concert tours in history, cheering bea on proudly and singing along.

phoebe's set is different. sure, you don't have to see matty onstage - come to think of it, you don't know where he is. before you can stop it, a memory of you and matty together crosses your mind; a pre-show fuck in a random dressing room in buenos aires, an encounter that matty later claimed was "the reason why that show was our best ever". you briefly wonder if that's what he's up to now with taylor, her long legs wrapped around him, before choking both the thought and the vomit in your mouth back down to the circle of your own personal hell they appeared from, and focusing as best you can on the performance in front of you. which is a mistake, really, considering phoebe's set consists of all the songs you listened to non-stop after you and matty called it quits; by the time the intro to moon song begins, you're holding back sobs, quietly backing out of the vip tent and entering the inner corridors of the stadium.

you have no idea where you're going, but that doesn't bother you - the song is muffled by steel and concrete, so it's less painful, and your all-access pass means security just wave you through doors without stopping you. finally, you find a deserted spot in a corridor by the stairs, where you slump to the floor and just cry, overwhelmed by the jet lag and the emotions of phoebe's songs and your shitty love life and this whole fucking day in general. head in your hands and sobbing loudly, you don't notice the footsteps hurrying towards you, only registering the fact you're not alone anymore when a familiar voice speaks. "oh, princess."

matty, crouched down so he's eye level with you, looking sadder than you've ever seen him - well, with the exception of four weeks ago, that is. your lip trembles at the sight of him, and you cry even harder, speaking through wails. "please don't call me that, matty."

"sorry, sorry - force of habit," matty says quickly. "are you ok? actually, stupid fucking question, you're clearly not, but... i had to say something. i hate seeing you upset."

"well, you've been pretty good at making me that way recently."

matty sighs, moving to sit beside you against the wall. "could say the same for you, you know."

"really making me feel better here, man."

"sorry."

there's silence for a minute - your breathing is beginning to regulate, just out of the muscle and sense memories brought back by nothing more than matty sitting closely beside you, and you fucking hate it. with a sigh, you break it. "i'm sorry about what happened, you know. i just... got scared. didn't mean to be hurtful."

"s'fine," matty shrugs. "i'm sorry i ever brought it up."

"hey, less of that," you turn to matty, touching his arm softly. "it's what you want, and it's good you mentioned it, even if i panicked and disagreed. really."

matty makes a noncommittal sound. "i just hate that i ended up hurting you with it. i never want to do that, regardless of if we're together or not."

"same here."

with a small smile at you, matty checks the time on his phone. "phoebe's almost finished. you coming back down?"

"in a minute," you nod. "you go ahead."

matty gives you a quizzical look, but leaves with a "see you in a min" when you wave him away. taking a few deep breaths, you wipe your eyes and listen to phoebe's voice resonating through the stadium before you follow matty.

anyway, don't be a stranger...

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #d word matty #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Part Five: Interrogations

First Installment: Here.

Last Installment: Here.

Current Installment: You are here!

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This installment of the Viking-time-travel au sees Arthur ever so polite, some light torture and gore, some slightly tenderized federal fillet and some primo semi-sane eldritch Mattie. This should be the last use of humans.

21st Century

Washington DC

Diplomatic Security Service

It was easy enough. Two minutes in the car, three key card swipes of Alfred’s ID cards Matthew had lifted from his apartment, four steps past the secretary’s back as she left for the night. Five more as he entered a shitty little office in some shitty little government building.

“Good evening,” Arthur, in the very image of proper manners, greeted the man sitting behind the desk, hand extended to introduce himself. "Arthur Kirkland, I believe I may have some business with you."

“They said you might come.” Corcoran muttered. He didn't shake Arthur's hand. His son’s handler was a paunch-laden man with a red face and puffy hands named Cocorcan in his forties. He was only somewhat familiar to Arthur, as Alfred had been on his best behaviour lately, studying hard to fling himself off the planet again. No one serious had been given the post for some time.

"Did they do? I am glad to hear it! Hopefully, that will help us smooth this along!"

“What… would that be?”

“I haven’t heard from my son, your chief responsibility, in some time.” Arthur had not sat. He ran a finger through some dust on a shelf holding official-looking framed certificates and made a face—Corcoran sweat. Arthur squashed his pleasure. “Now, why would that be?”

“I’m sure service is spotty.” Corcoran tried. And failed.

“Is that so?” Arthur countered. “Are you quite sure about that?”

"It's a space station. How reliable could cell service be?” Corcoran gave a pathetic shrug.

“You may want to consider your answer. You have one more opportunity before I hand things over to my associate, if only because Alfred is ever so fond of the inept fools put in charge of him. Have you anything to say about that?”

“Like I said—”

He didn’t get another word out before the blood had drained from his face. Matthew appeared at Arthur’s shoulder, and Corcoran looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“You’re dead, they dragged you out of Hudson Bay!” Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Is that right?" Arthur glanced at Matthew. Honestly, it was more difficult to keep him alive now that he was grown than when he was small. Well, grown. Overgrown. He took in the lad's height. They would have to talk about that. And the Matthew did look like he’d been dead for a day or two, but that was par for the course for his boy when stressed. Somewhere between refusing to cry and appearing at Arthur's, his face had transformed into the one Arthur had rarely seen in recent years. His son had not been a creature of the shadows for some time, and the sharp points of his face were predatory. “Well, that would explain how uncontrollable he’s become! Made quite a mess. Come back wrong, did you lad?”

Corcoran didn’t respond. He put his hand to his waist, where there would be a service pistol. Matthew was faster, his fingers finding the attaching small joints of Corcoran’s dominant hand and pinching so tightly that Corcoran’s grip jumped open. One smooth motion saw the man’s face smushed against the wall, one arm flailing, the other bent at an extreme angle behind his head. Even the smallest resistance would see the shoulder pop out at a sickening angle. It was Matthew’s favourite grapple. The maneuver didn’t require strength, and he efficiently used his stronger left hand and great height. Smart lad.

Matthew easily disarmed him, kicking the pistol across the floor, then an out-of-date mobile phone. Arthur pocketed both. And then, looking happier than he had in days, Matthew put the tip of his old paratrooper knife against the man’s jugular.

"You can start talking, or I can start cutting." The knife's point rested against the man's skin, and Matt stared hard into his eyes as the Corcoran dragged his head to stare out at Matthew. Matthew hadn’t slept, which would be evident to anyone, but his son was unstable. Arthur knew better. Matthew looked unpredictable, unhinged and half mad, precisely what the situation needed. What had been frustrated tears were now red-rimmed eyes on a sharp, bone-pale face. He looked out of control, breathing hard, his eyes narrow, desperate and… oddly gleeful. “You choose.”

"I'm afraid the lad is rather handy with his whittling." Arthur added as if noting the weather was particularly pleasant that day. He pulled the points of his waistcoat down and leaned over. “Won medals when he was a lad. I suggest doing as asked.”

“I can’t!”

“Loyal to your country, are you?” Matthew asked, his voice hardly audible. Soft and insane. “Might want to give that loyalty a second thought."

Shot through with pride, Arthur suppressed a smile and clicked his tongue in a scolding way, and shook his head, like Matthew was being petulant about naptime. “Just answer a few questions, and this will all go away.”

“You can't do this! It’ll be right to the electric chair for both of you.”

“Just because you kill me doesn’t mean I’ll die.” Matthew’s pressure on the blade increased; just enough that blood trickled down Corcoran’s jugular. The man trembled. Matthew put his face closer to Corcoran’s jaw. “You did something to my brother. My brother. His laughter was the first thing I knew of humanity. And you’re going to tell me where the fuck he is or you will never hear another laugh. Neither will your wife or your children. Anyone who ever knew you will know nothing but the silence I have endured. There will be nothing but winter where you once knew joy.”

Jesus Christ. Arthur blinked, once and then twice. Well, the boys had always been fond of each other.

Corcoran whimpered. Arthur rolled his shoulders and sighed, disappointed in him.

"We wouldn't want you to make a poor choice, would we? My boy is wonderfully creative.”

Corcoran broke.

#my writing || cacoethes scribendi #I have a lot of pent up emotions rn so eriogeorjigjioerg sorry #the dangeld axe to grind: the viking age time travel au #matthew || my country is winter #Arthur and the children || bilge rat and his bouncing baby bilge rats

[justanamesstuff]

If I could, I'd choose you (Royal!au)

Matty Healy x f!reader (and a bit of Prince!George)

A/N: Hiii guys, i come back with a royal!au i wrote AGES ago! I hope you like it...let me know!! <333

Warnings: hurt feelings, mention of death, typos.

Word count: 3.3 K

MASTERLIST

One year ago the kingdom went to war with a long life enemy. The kingdom won the war and

brought back home many treasures, but sadly they lost many people as well. The victory was bittersweet. 

Among those brave men and women, the king gave his own life for the sake of the better good. With the supreme gone for good, the heir to the throne had to step in. Problem was, the king had three daughters: Y/n, Victoria and Angelica. Before Y/n was born the first the king and his helpers decided what would happen if he decided to decline or in the other case died. 

During her entire life Y/n lived with the idea that someday she will be queen. At the very beginning, she felt lost and insecure. Since Y/n was only a little girl, running around the castle with her sister, she was far from sure about her being a good ruler or if she could do it without her father along her side. Time went by, and the little girl turned out to be a very confident woman, ready to rule since the first minute someone told her. 

Duty called and Y/n answered for her people right away. Although she was still a young girl who suffered the loss of her father with her little sisters. On the contrary when they lost their mother, they were alone in the world except for the company of each other and most of the decisions– not to say all– fell on Y/n’s shoulders.  

One of the many decisions she had to make was to find a husband. One of the big rules her father insisted was that when Y/n became queen she had to marry a wealthy man. Y/n hated her father for that, because she felt very capable of ruling on her own without a partner. Also, she didn’t have the time or energy for courtship, she had a lot of important matters to deal with instead of wasting her time.

Y/n tried to delay the choice as long as she could, although the time was ticking and her advisors -a couple of old men very old-fashioned- insisted on the matter every day a little more. So, despite her complaints the royal ball for Y/n to choose a husband was in the making. 

She felt bad because, despite her opinions about it, the whole kingdom woke up. After a difficult war, with many losses and suffering, there wasn’t a single soul unhappy for this. The news about the influential men and princes that will come travelled fast and cheered everyone up. All of them were happy except Y/n. 

………………..

The morning of the ball, Y/n woke up sensing her body vibrating with anxiety and wishing she could run away from this madness. But the sense of responsibility and duty keep her in place. Well, not in place exactly because she started to walk around the throne room from one side  to the other. 

“Why are you huffing now?” Victoria, her sister, came in, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. 

 Y/n turned to look at her, with an annoying face,“You know why!”

“The marring stuff?” she walked closer to her, while her velvet dress flew between her feet. 

“Yes” she simply stated.

Victoria rolled her eyes visibly, “You’re making a big deal out of it…”

“Excuse me?” Y/n exclaimed.

“You heard me.”

“Yes, but watch out. I am…” the queen went to scold her, but Victoria interrupted.

“Yeah, yeah…the Queen. You still have to wait for the coronation to say that…” Y/n’s sister reminded her. 

“Victoria!” Y/n warned her.

The girl was unbothered by her sisters words, she continued walking away from her going to sit at the throne. “As I was saying…”

Y/n stopped her this time, “I’m not making a big deal. I don’t understand why I have to marry someone I don’t know at all, just to claim my right of birth.”

“Because that’s the rule!”

“I know that part, but still…”

“Y/n, just do it and live your happy life as the Queen.”

“I can’t.” Y/n said looking down. 

Victoria stood up, coming closer. “You can, and you will!” Victoria said, lower, reaching for her sister’s hand. “You’ll be the best Queen this fucking- “

“Victoria, watch your mouth!” Y/n interrupted.

“This place would ever have, and no matter which asshole-” Y/n huffed again. “Which man you marry, you’ll rule! Not your husband, not me, not the servants…you! It’s just like a procedure, okay?”

Deep down she was thankful for her sister’s words, even though her mind was foggy with thoughts about her father and the future. And more importantly…who would be the man she married? What if she ended up hating him?

“It’s easy for you to say.” Y/n walked away.

“Do you want to marry for love?” she inquired.

“That would be very idealistic, unrealistic of me to expect a love…” Y/n said trying to convince herself. 

Who didn’t want to marry for love and not because of an arrangement? Maybe somebody, but not her. At the same time, she had no choice.

“Yeah, but…” Victoria tried once more.

“It doesn’t matter.” Y/n shook her head, stopping her sister. “I’ll choose somebody suitable today and that will be the end of this nonsense.” she stated, stretching the wrinkles of her dress while walking away.

Y/n didn’t look a way, or she would’ve seen her sister's empathy filing her eyes.

………………………………………

The party was in its highest peak. Y/n didn’t know how many men she greeted, and her face was hurting for all the smiling. The soon-to-be Queen was beyond exhausted and frustrated too.

 No one, not a single soul seems suitable or slightly good for the place they’ll have to fill. 

In line awaited three more princes. One of the servants was in charge of announcing the names one by one to later approach her presence. 

“Prince George Bedford Daniel, Kingdom of Ocaton.” the loyal servant shout for everyone to hear.

The prince walked forward without dropping the eye contact. Those hazelnut piercing eyes playing a battle with hers, made Y/n felt observed and insecure for a minute.

“Princess Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet your highness.” the tall blonde said while he bowed.

Y/n extended her hand, which George answered kissing her rings. “The pleasure it’s all mine.” the princess didn’t know how many times she said the same sentence.

“It is?” he crocked an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” she was shocked by his abrupt answer.

“Pardon me, your highness. I can tell you met more eloquent men this night.” he said, smiling with sarcasm.

“Sir!” one of her advisors tried to warn him about his attitude.

“Don’t worry, Philip.” she turned to look at him, and then returned her sight to George. “I can manage him.” she gifted the old man a smile. “Replying to you, Prince…” Y/n inquired him, faking not remembering his name.

“George, my princess.”

Y/n didn’t acknowledge the possessive pronoun. “Right. Well, I’m happy about meeting all of  them…all of you, my guests.“ 

“Yes, I can perfectly tell.” George kept the amused tone, surprising Y/n once more. “Can I tell you how stunning you look in that dress, princess?” he asked, cheekily gaining a smile from Y/n

After many boring candidates George was a breeze of something different she found quite interesting and seductive. Y/n still have two more candidates waiting for her attention, so he would have to wait. 

“Thank you. You look adequate for the situation, Prince.” she teased him.

George found it amusing, replying, “It was what I was aiming for, your highness. ” Y/n tried to hide her chuckle, but the man noticed it. 

Containing her laugh, Y/n ended the conversation with a simple, “Hope you enjoy the evening, my prince.” finally dispatching him.

“Until next time, Y/n.” he lined down kissing her hand once more before leaving without looking back at her. 

****

The next candidate was pretty much the same as the previous before Matty. Hence why, Y/n didn’t spend more than a minute talking with him, listening to the stupid speech the advisors of the prince –with a flat personality– made him memorize probably. 

“Sir Matthew Timothy Healy.” the servant screamed the name of the last men. 

Since the first moment Y/n placed her eyes on him, her entire body tingled and burned. She was shocked by this unknown causing a reaction on her. Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes away from him. He was shorter than George but not for much. His eyes were brown, like hers, but shined brighter than any others. His brown locks were perfectly and imperfectly at the same time arranged in the top of her head. 

As if he knew what colour her dress would be, Thomas wore a blue suit which defined his body in the most beautiful way. Physically, he was perfect. The definition of the prince her father always talked about for her. 

“It is a great pleasure to meet such a beautiful Queen.” he said, looking directly into her eyes.

“Princess. Soon to be Queen.” she replied.

“Pardon me, your highness?”

“It’s my pleasure to meet you.” she continued the conversation.

Y/n wanted to listen to his voice forever, she was very sure she would never get tired of it, of him. His voice was mellow and rhythmic, inviting her to drown into his beautiful melody. He captivated her.

“Are you satisfied with the candidates?” he dared to ask.

“Watch your place, Matthew.” she said sternly but sweet.

“I only want to know if I have a proper competitor or if I’m winning already.” he smirked. From sweet, he turned to a little bit cocky and that was another refreshing moment during the boring night.

“You’ll have to wait for my answer…as the rest of the men.” Y/n answered.

“I’m looking forward to it.” he lined down and kissed her cheek.

Y/n froze on her place even though before she could acknowledge the action or even say something, Matty was gone and out of her sight. Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest that probably everyone could hear it above the music. 

The princess had to decide, although between all the people she met that night she had only two options.

……………………………….

Y/n was talking with her advisors and letting them know what she thought about the men they chose for her when Victoria stumbled in her private conference room. 

“Princess Victoria, you have to wait outside until we finished!” Philip reprimanded her.

“I want to speak with my sister.” the young princess demanded in her place anxiously. Probably the men in the room didn’t notice her bubbly feelings but Y/n knew her sister as the back of her hand. 

“It’s all right. I already finished expressing my opinions and heard yours, when I have a final decision I’ll go out and speak to the waiting room.” all of them moved their heads in agreement, proceeding to leave the room.

Victoria couldn’t contain herself and started talking. “I meet the love of my life!” she screamed, sitting down abruptly in a chair near Y/n’s.

“Oh, really?” Y/n said suspiciously. Victoria tended to fall in love with many men along the way and never truly persuade a relationship.

“Yes, he’s perfect. He’s handsome and dresses very nicely. He’s a gentleman and…I love him.” she sighed romantically.

“That’s quick.” Y/n bitterly said.

Victoria turned looking at her older sister, stunned, “You don’t believe me.”

“Who is this prince?” Y/n decided to ignore her words because she knew it was useless to tell her sister anything involving love and feelings.

“He’s not a prince. He’s a Sir.” Victoria looked at her, waiting for a reaction. Y/n didn’t show a single change on her face, but her body got warm again. Sir Matthew was around the castle, and she wanted to talk to him again.

“And that’s fine for you?” Y/n asked.

“Yes, he’s the love of my life!” Y/n admire the self-confidence she had to say that so easily.

“Do you know his name?” 

“Yes!” Victoria smiled even more widely if that was possible.

“And?” Y/n grew anxious.

“His name is Matthew.” with that sentence Y/n’s world fell apart. 

She knew they were talking about the same man that captivated her half an hour ago. Right away, Y/n understood why her sister was so sure about it, and she knew very well that her desires couldn’t be fulfilled.

Y/n needed, had to make the better decision not for her heart but for the kingdom and for her family. Matty was a Sir and George was a Prince, she couldn’t pass above that fact. And with the information of her sister wanting Matthew for herself, the decision was already made.

 “Tell me more.” Y/n said absently, letting her sister rambling about this new man while her heart broke bit by bit.

…………………………………………

The night of the ball ended with Y/n’s assistance, Philip, announcing that George was the choosing one by the soon-to-be Queen. After that, Y/n gave a short speech thanking all the candidates and promising George her willingness to build a good and prosper alliance.

During her turn to speak, Y/n couldn’t look at Matty. Although, she felt his sight on her. Y/n would’ve to live with the pain weighing in her heart. 

Matty understood right away why Y/n chose George, but it hurt him deeply. Sir Matthew felt his heart settle down for Y/n since the moment he saw her standing, listening to boring men without a single grimace of annoyance. He admired her and felt very fond of Y/n. 

Healy decided that no matter what he wouldn’t run away like a wounded animal. He would be close to her and help in everything he could, or she asked him. 

Matty wasn’t ready to walk away, so he decided to turn all his love and caring to Victoria who was obviously whiling to accept whatever he offered. He proposed to her right away after Y/n’s engagement and Victoria accepted without skipping a beat. Since their father was gone, Matthew had to ask Y/n for Victoria’s hand, and he would never forget the pain on her face when she muttered her approval. 

It was so frustrating for both of them because they only had the chance to properly talk only once, and they never shared a proper kiss, but the love was there. Matty and Y/n could feel it, even though they’ll never tell anyone…or the other. They weren’t selfish people. He was sure of it. Both of them knew that it was a better option for everyone.

****

Even though the day of the ceremony something itched him thinking about what he was going to witness, what the whole kingdom would. The ceremony would declare Y/n and Harrison as a married couple, as the new rulers, Queen and King. Matthew’s heart felt heavy. 

During the morning of Y/n’s wedding, Matty felt the need to find Y/n and tell her about his feelings, or do something. He didn’t want to live his life letting this opportunity slip through his fingers.

He ran around the castle looking for her. Matty thought numerous people would be surrounding her although to his surprise, two guards await at her door and not a single sound could be heard. Even the clicking of his shoes was louder than anything else.

“I wish to see Princess Y/n.” he told the guard.

“You’ll have to wait for after the ceremony, she didn’t want to see anyone.”

“I need to speak to her.” he urged the guard.

“Sir, please.” the other one alerted him.

In the middle, one of her personal stylists opened the door and Matty took the opportunity running inside. The guards followed him, stumbling till the three men stood in front of the future queen.

Quickly the guards rearranged their posture and the senior one started talking, “We’re deeply sorry to interrupt this way, Princess Y/n. Your brother-in-law…” he continued, making her heart sank. “We warned him you didn’t want to see anyone.“

“It’s fine. Leave us alone.”

“But Princess- “

“Leave us alone! It’s an order!” she half shouted. The guards obeyed and until the door made a noise letting Y/n and Matty know they were in fact alone, they just stared into each other’s eyes.

“What do you need, Sir Matthew?”

“Please, don’t do it!” he said directly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Please, don’t marry George!” he walked closer, but Y/n moved backwards.

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you do.” Thomas grabbed her hands carefully.

She warned him, “Matty- “

“Y/n, please.” he begged. “I know you, as well as me, felt it…” he leaned forward and touched her forehead with his.

“Please don’t do this now.” she closed her eyes, feeling pain and happiness having him so close to her. “You have Victoria, and I have Harrison now…You’ll be happy.”

“Every time I tried to convince myself of that I instantly think that I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life without you.”

“You have me forever.” she stated low. “You have my heart, although you know this is better for everyone.”

“Think of me. Think of you. Us. What we want…not what is best for- “

“I have to- “

“Screw that!” he startled her with his high tone, leaning slight backwards.

“This it’s not easy for me either…” she looked down. Y/n was as hurt as he felt. Matty took her chin, making her look up.

“My angel…” he whispered, making Y/n sob quietly. “Shh, shh, don’t.” he cleaned her tears. “I love you.”

“Matty” she looked up to his eyes. She saw the love for her.

“I love you, I’ll never stop but… I do understand that’s why I’ll leave my selfish heart here when I leave. I’ll marry your sister, watch you marry another man…and no matter what I’ll be close to you because I can’t live without you in my life, my eternal love. We’ll be close…because you’re my moon, and I’m the stars. I’ll be by your side watching you become the best Queen this twisted world would ever have the privilege to have. I’ll be close, supporting you…but I’ll love you from afar…I’ll love you till my last breath, Y/n.” Matty leaned forward, catching her lips on a slow kiss. 

The kiss was bittersweet. They shared in that simple but meaningful act all the love and care, as well the pain and frustration they felt.

“Please go.” she said, closing her eyes while crying.

“Of course, my Queen.” Matty reluctantly walked backwards. 

“I’m not- “

“You’re…for me.” he smiled at Y/n.

Y/n watched Matty walked around her room going directly to the double door. She had her heart in her hand at the same time she held the tears from falling.

“Matty!” she exclaimed, desperately. He didn’t turn around completely, he gave her a side look.

“Yes?”

“I- “she tried to say it.

After a couple of seconds in silence, Matthew asked. “Yes, my Queen?”

“I lo- Damn it!” she exclaimed, and he chuckled a little, turning around fully.

“I know, my love. I know.” he gifted her a sweet smile and then he left for good.

…………………………………………….

After the ceremony, the newly-wed couple step outside on the balcony, greeting the people that happily cheered for them. Some of them cried, some laughed, even though the entire kingdom was alive again in spirit. 

Y/n turned around making her sight land on Matty.

No matter how much the people, her people, would be happy for her and her new husband she would never felt the same as them. The only reassurance was thinking Matthew would be there, by her side, forever. Their love would last until their last breath and beyond.

#royal!au #matty healy #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy fanfic #matty the 1975 #george daniel #george daniel x you #george daniel x y/n

[angrylesbianstereotype]

as someone who is also a papa pinkman propagandist... I very much need to know abt this child of his u hc for him and their relationship w #1 alaska peepaw mike. for my health

Honestly I really like @kylejsugarman’s Alaska au for what Jesse’s future family might look like, it’s a lot more fleshed out than any thought I might have given to the subject and you should check it out. Sadly it is mostly Mikeless… I personally am torn between Jesse becoming a stepparent vs Jesse getting to name a girl after his Aunt Ginny… either way you know Mike is having some serious flashbacks to Matty holding Kaylee for the first time, Matty fussing over Kaylee, Matty playing with Kaylee, Matty peppering him with the same questions and making the same rookie mistakes. With that comes an instinctive terror that he refuses to burden new parent Jesse with. It’s as though he’s traveled back to the past and is unable to warn anyone of what’s to come, and he worries about the young family more than he’d ever let on, because he knows how nightmarishly quickly it could all fall apart. But he never lets on. Mike is Jesse’s go-to babysitter who snorts every time Jesse asks him in all earnestness if he has plans. The kid adopts some of Mike’s old man affectations when speaking, one time they call Jesse “kid” and Jesse dissolves into laughter while Mike fails to suppress a smile.

#breaking bad #brba #jesse pinkman #mike ehrmantraut #fait accompli

[controlmyfeet]

👍, 🌹 and 🧁<3<3

hii <33

👍 - wip you're most excited about

i’m trying to write smut for the first time!! (been trying since like september lmao) and it’s a matty x groupie(??) au piece and i’m trying to make it super angsty 🤭🤭

🌹- most recent wip

i semi outlined a pt2 for that au i mentioned because i just had a burst of inspiration out of nowhere lol but i have a new years piece that i started writing right after christmas that i actually would’ve been able to finish and post by new year’s day if i hadn’t travelled to the middle of nowhere in brazil with no internet! sooo i have procrastinating it since then!! 🤩

🧁 - your most fluffy wip

new year’s fic is pretty fluffy but i have another one i’m working on that’s even fluffier but i can’t look at it without cringing so idk if i’ll ever finish it 😭

#asks

[forabeatofadrum]

WIP ASK ME GAME

Thanks @bitbybitwrites for the tag. Like many, I am always down to clown about my WIPs.

I just have so many of them, so I am only going to talk about the ones I am focusing on. RIP to the many others who are in the far away ward in my WIP Hospital.

Under the cut because I ramble:

Partially published WIPs:

February Friday Event 2024 - Radio Silence (Alice Oseman)

Only one chapter is up. This is just a collection of 4 short fics that are set in post-canon of Radio Silence. They're based on the prompts from the February Friday Event. 2 of the 3 remaining chapters are partially written, but not finished. One will be about Carys and her thoughts on Universe City. The other is about friendship, but Carys and Aled are once again reminded by how badly their childhood was for them.

Ljubili se - Glee

MY BABY. This is the sequel to Ljubim te, the fic where Kurt and Blaine meet in Ljubljana. Now they're back in America and long-distance, with Blaine being in LA and Kurt in NY. My main reason for being stuck is admittedly that it's getting too ambitious and I need to figure out how to tell a coherent sequel. It's quite difficult, because Ljubim te was written without a sequel in mind and without much space to do more, but I love this world I made so here I am anyway.

Dancin' on that bamboo ceiling - Glee

A series of standalone fic that explore Asian identity and casual racism in glee. I've been working on and off on it for years and I have published some. But I really want to finish more. Right now I have a story about traditional dress and feeling removed from your heritage in my mind.

The Sarah Jane Adventures Extended Universe (SJAEU) - The Sarah Jane Adventures

Yes, my SJAEU is back on my mind. It's a spin-off of the Sarah Jane Adventures (which is in itself a Doccy Whomst spin-off) and it focuses on Luke after he left Bannerman Road and well, my unofficial title is Luke's Big Gay Oxford Adventures. The thing I posted is an overview of the AU, but I have been cooking up actual fics that are set in this AU since 2017 and they're simmering again.

Not published WIPs:

Just Some Guy - Carry On

Also known as MCD! It's the seven years of Simon and Baz's rivalry (and eventual romance) from the perspective of an outsider who has absolutely nothing to do with it. After all, it must be fucking wild for Watford students to see this wacky enemy to lovers. Matty Chris D. is the blandest person you'll ever meet, which is also why I am stuck. Go Matt, give us nothing.

Untitled TOTK-inspired Snowbaz fic - Carry On

This was marinating in my brain recently. Not sure I will get back to it soon, but hey, it's on my mind! As the "title" suggests, it's a Tears of the Kingdom inspired Snowbaz fic, which takes place after Wayward Son. The gang is back from America to find floating islands in the sky of the World of Mages. 7 years after their return, and 7 years after Simon went missing, Baz decides to find a way to the sky islands in order to find Simon. I don't wanna brag, but this idea slaps and I should get back to it.

Glee x Sense8 crossover idea - Glee and Sense8

I came up with a Glee x Sense8 crossover years ago and this is also back again on my mind. Just like the SJAEU, it's more of a concept with some overall thoughts than an actual coherent fic. It's back in my 2024 vision because, hey, I posted the SJAEU, I could possible post my Glee x Sense8 AU on AO3, because I think it's pretty cool. And yes, it's a crossover, not an inspired by thing. The Glee part is entirely an AU, but the Sense8 part is post-canon where the BPO has reformed, so that the sensates can figure out their shit in peace. And also, Puck from Sense8 will show up at one point. Two Pucks in one fic (because Puck from Glee is one of the sensates).

Anyway I have many more WIPs, like the Zimbits time travel one, or the Glee x Carry On crossover (begone Klaine and Snowbaz, Blaz OTP!) and UGH so many WIPs. If you wanna send me an ask about any of these WIPs, feel free.

Also, I think @bitbybitwrites already spread this in the Glee world, so let me spread it to the Carry On world by tagging @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian @martsonmars @larkral @nightimedreamersworld @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart

#tag game

[inciting-chaos-series]

Request Fandoms, Tropes, & AUs

This is a list of all the fandoms, tropes, AUs, and other content that were comfortable with writing for requests or suggestions.

∵✧ Writers ✧∵

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ female POVs, mental illness, smut, slow burn, one-shots, imagines, Corpse, Sebastian Stan, Supernatural ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ unhappy endings, writing minors

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ RP/Character asks, male POVs, angst, mental illness, dead dove, unrequited/mutual pining, Mechanic!____, Medical Themes, Paranormal Themes, Apocalypse AUs, Bartending AUs, Corpse, X Files, RDR, Silent Hill, Supernatural, Obey Me ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ (up for debate lol)

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ LUCI (Obey Me!), female POVs, angst, friends/exs to lovers, Medical/Sciencey Themes, Apocalypse AUs, Bartending AUs, RDR, Silent Hill, Criminal Minds ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ (up for debate lol)

∵✧ Fandoms ✧∵

➝ Youtube: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Corpse Husband ✔ Dream ✔ Tina Kitten ✔ Jacksepticeye ✔ Shane Madej ✔ Ryan Bergara ✔ Markiplier ✔ Ethan Nestor ✔ Moist Cr1tikal ✔ Ludwig ✔ JSchlatt ⊛ Karl Jacobs (platonic only) ⊛ Emma Langevin (platonic only) ⊛ Pewdiepie (platonic only) ➝ TV Shows/Anime: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Supernatural ✔ Dr. Who ✔ Stranger Things ✔ You   ✔ New Girl ✔ The X Files ✔ Castle ✔ House M.D. ✔ Criminal Minds ✔ Tokyo Ghoul ✔ Cowboy Bebop/Space Dandy ✔ Beastars ✔ Devilman Crybaby ✔ Bee And Puppycat ➝ Movies: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Donnie Darko ✔ Scream ✔ Hellraiser ✔ A Place Beyond The Pines ✔ Drive ✔ The Shining/Doctor Sleep ✔ Death Proof ✔ Kill Bill ✔ Deadpool ✔ Wolverine ✔ Once Upon A Time In Hollywood ➝ Video Games: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Silent Hill ✔ Resident Evil ✔ Mortal Kombat ✔ Red Dead Redemption ✔ Dead Space ✔ Phasmophobia ✔ BioShock ✔ Among Us ✔ Stardrew/Animal Crossing ➝ Musicians: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Matty Healy ✔ Alex Turner ✔ The Maine ✔ Harry Styles ✔ Joji/Pink Guy

∵✧ Tropes ✧∵

✔ ANGST ✔ (anything) to lovers ✔ slow burn ✔ mutual pining/unrequited love ✔ hurt/comfort ✔ fluff ✔ smut/PWP ✔ soulmates ✔ roommates ✔ fake relationships ✔ arranged marriage ✔time loops ✔ miscommunication ✔ amnesia ✔ found family ✔ domesticity ✔ love triangles ✔ canon divergence ✔ unhappy endings ✔ dark fics ✔ Dead Dove Do Not Eat ✔ holiday ✔ forced proximity ✔ reincarnation ✔ hierarchies ⊛ some cross-overs ⊛ SFW anthro

∵✧ AUs ✧∵

✔ Supernatural AUs ✔ Coffee Shop/Bar/Bookstore etc AUs ✔ Dystopian/Apocalypse AUs ✔ Mafia AU ✔ Time Travel/Change AUs ✔ Historical AU ✔ College AU ✔ Magic AU ✔ Noir AU ✔ Prison AU ✔ Royalty AU ✔ Western AU ✔ Hallmark AU

∵✧ Pairings ✧∵

✔ canon ✔ not canon ✔ x OCs ✔ OTPs ✔ Y/N ❌ incest ❌ minor/adult

∵✧ NSFW ✧∵

✔ PWP ✔ BDSM ✔ most kinks ❌ CNC/Dub-con/Non-con ❌ Mpreg ❌ bestiality

#requests #requests are open #inciting.chaos

[otrtbs]

okay okay

so one of the bartylus ideas is also part jegulus (unrequited bartylus) and its like just a little silly fic idea i have based on Be My Mistake by the 1975. specifically the line "you [barty] make me hard but she [james] makes me weak" and it would be like reg basically figuring out that he loves james and having to end things with barty bc he doesn't love barty the way that he loves james or how barty loves him

another! is just really dumb but i think it would be fun (for any ship but bartylus is def one that would be entertaining) and it's like reg and barty don't know each other but are both traveling and meet one time and then like reg assumes he'll never see him again until he gets to the next city and runs into him again which barty finds hilarious and reg is just like... why!! because he's trying to enjoy his solo vacation. then when it happens a third time he gives in and is like fine! we can make plans and like decide to hang out rather than it being random and by chance (this makes literally no sense but i think it would be cute and dumb and yeah)

everything else on bartylus in my notebook is so incoherent and very much all of it is on the back burner while i'm writing two other fics rn but i do really wanna write bartylus at some point and probably will when i make progress in my WIPS and want a one shot to write as a break :)

oh no nonono you cannot do this to me ohmygod

"you make me hard but she makes me weak" opened up a hole in my chest cavity the first time i heard it because what the fuck?? matty healy?? it was cruel,, like what do you even say to that,, i was on the floor ,, in tears,,, and now you wanna add bartylus to it??? 😭 oh it would be so good

also the travelling au?? that's so cute!! it just sounds fun !! i love it!!

i had a bartylus idea where they were exes and regulus runs into barty on the street and he invites reg to a holiday party and regulus sees that barty is doing so well and blacks out for a moment and he's like "sure i'll bring my boyfriend" and then barty freaks bc regulus has moved on?? has a boyfriend?? and barty's been all alone and sad for a year or whatever and barty's like "perfect. he can meet my boyfriend"

so then they both scramble to find dates for this holiday party it's all about a night of making each other jealous and it's just stupid and fun askjhgaks

#asks #bartylus talks

[namedafteraprincess]

hold me while you wait

pairing: Matt Murdock x Chloe (original character)

warnings: discussion of mugging, blood, pure hurt/comfort fluff

word count: 1.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1244480543-marvel-imagines-au%27s-hold-me-while-you-wait-matt

Matt placed Chloe's feet back on the ground, as he shakily pushed open his front door and guided her through his apartment. He helped her down onto his couch, wincing as he heard her groan in pain and moved to sit next to her, trailing his fingertips across her cheek. All manners of scenarios racing through his head of what would have happened had he not gotten there in time.

"Matt, I'm okay. I'm fine. I promise you" Chloe huffed, resting her head against the back of the couch, her breath catching slightly as a stinging pain raced up her shoulder.

His hand ran down her throat and over her sore shoulder, "That doesn't feel okay." He stated, taking in a deep breath. "You're safe here. I'll be back."

With that, he pushed himself off the couch and moved swiftly towards the door.

Chloe shot up to go after him, just managing to catch his wrist before collapsing against the counter. As quickly as she had fallen, Matt was right beside her helping her back up and over to her spot on the couch.

Once he got her situated, he grasped her face in his hands, "Please be careful" He pleaded, the worry coming out in his voice.

"I told you I'm fine! Where are you going?" Chloe asked, gripping his forearm so he couldn't walk away from her again.

"That guy is still out there, sweetheart. I need to get him, he needs to pay"

Letting out a breath, she shook her head, "No you don't. I'm fine! You got there in time that he didn't take anything. It's Hell's Kitchen, muggings are a normal day here!" Chloe sighed, and leaned into his hand.

"This one is different, angel and you know it." He answered quietly, but sternly.

"Why?! Because he went after me?! That's not different. The only difference is that my superhero of a boyfriend happened to be meeting me! I got saved"

"Not soon enough!!" Matt spoke, frustrated as he moved away from her. "If I hadn't been ten minutes late, this never would have happened!!"

"Matt please!!.. Ow fuck!" Chloe winced as she sat up to grab his hand again. "Please... Don't leave me alone"

Narrowing in on her heartbeat, Matt could hear how terrified she really was. With everything they had been through already, a mugging should have been no big deal. Except that it was. Chloe was use to hearing the stories from Matt, and worrying about him. But tonight, those tables were turned. The story was her own and 2 minutes later, who knows what could have happened.

As much as Matt was equally scared, and angry at himself for not being on time, he knew it was his turn to be the rock. He had to set aside his own feelings and focus on taking care of the woman he loved.

He took a deep breath, and sat back on the couch next to Chloe. Gently, he pulled her up and wrapped her in his arms, placing a light kiss on her temple.

"Okay.. Okay I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. I've got you"

Chloe closed her eyes, and nuzzled into him as a small sob escaped her lips, ignoring the slight sting in her should and head. This was what she needed. To feel safe again and loved. Protected. Matt always made her feel that way but it was different tonight. The feeling of his fingertips dragging across her skin, the sound of his heartbeat and breathing. This was safe.

As the two of them sat there, Matt continued moving his fingers over her skin. Brushing the side of her neck, down her shoulder and arm, only to travel back up again. He let her cry, and really feel her feelings for the first time since everything happened.

"I'm not okay Matty.." Chloe finally whispered, as she clung onto his jacket.

He nodded slowly and sat back, placing two fingers under her chin and bringing her up to look at him. He swiped his thumb across her cheek to catch the falling tears before taking her face in both hands.

"I know, and that's okay. You don't ever have to pretend, not with me. Not ever" He assured her, resting his forehead against hers, his hands moving down her arms. "What you went through tonight.. It's a lot for anyone."

She sniffled and nodded her head, letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, allowing herself to actually release the tension in her body.

Matt sat back again and looked her over, brushing her hair away from her face and offering her a small smile. "Just let me take care of you, whatever you need. I'm right here"

For whatever reason, those words out of his mouth were what allowed Chloe to let go. She collapsed into his lap and let the tears go. She always tried to be strong for Matt, because she knew how much he dealt with through what he did, but this time she didn't want to be strong.

Chloe wanted to let out her anger for why these things still happened to good people. Not that she blamed Matt, in fact she blamed everyone but Matt. In a day and age with superheros running around, these petty crimes were still something people tried to get away with. She wanted to let out her sadness at the fact that Matt blamed himself. The was the other reason she wanted to be strong. She didn't want him to blame himself.

But he did. Fully. Matthew Murdock had one phone call to finish before he met the woman he loves for dinner, which made him late. Which left her standing there. Alone. Which was why she was attacked.

Matt sat there, brushing one hand through Chloe's hair and holding her hand with the other. If this was all she needed from him, this was what he was going to do. He would catch that bastard another night.

Right now, she needed him.

"You're safe... I'm right here, beautiful" He whispered over and over again.

After a few minutes, when her sobs seemed to have calmed down and her breathing slowed, he cleared his throat and shifted slightly so she was laying on the couch fully. Matt made his way to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. This was one thing she always did for him after a particularly rough night. Make him a tea. He wasn't sure if it was just because it was something warm or if it was just generally calming but it helped, so he knew it was worth a try.

Chloe moved from the couch to Matt's bedroom, changing into a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie of his. She went into the bathroom and removed the remainder of her makeup, staring at herself in the mirror. There was a definite bruise forming on her temple, and a small cut on her shoulder from being pushed over, but otherwise, most of her wounds were definitely going to be in her head.

She took a deep breath, and padded back out to the living room, reclaiming her spot on the couch. Leaning her head against the backrest, she watched Matt work. Getting the mugs and pulling out all the different teas and smelling them to make sure he was getting the right one.

A smile tugged its way onto her lips watching her boyfriend move around. He always took such great care of her. They took great care of each other. Through any and all situations, it was always the two of them.

Matt finished up with the tea and walked very carefully back to where they were sitting, placing the cups on the coffee table. Sitting back down beside her and placing his warm hands on her thighs.

"What do you need from me right now? Tell me how I can help you, please baby" He spoke as he rubbed his hands up and down her legs.

Chloe swallowed hard and thought for a second. "Will you just... hold me please?" She asked quietly, taking one of his hands in hers. "Just tell me every things going to be okay.."

With one nod, Matt situated himself laying down on the couch, and pulled Chloe on top of him. He felt her nuzzle into his chest and grip his shirt in her hands. He tangled his legs around hers, and wrapped her in his arms protectively.

"Every thing is going to be okay.." He whispered into her hair before placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I promise"

As the two of them stayed intertwined together, Matt's fingers traveled up and down her back, occasionally massaging into her muscles to release the tension. Making her feel as safe and protected as possible.

Moments like these were always Matt's favourite. Despite the circumstances, having her right up next to him, safely in his arms, was exactly where he wanted her to stay. With the crime around Hell's Kitchen and New York in general going up, this was the only place he actually felt like he could keep her hidden away from all of it.

"Do you want to know why I was so angry tonight?" A small hum in response and slight nod was all he needed to continue.

"It's because I realized that I can't be with you all the time to make sure you're safe. When I look at my life, you're the only thing I feel like I got right." He sighed, playing with the ends of her hair. "It's the only thing I feel like hasn't taken any hits from what I do. There was some getting use to it at the beginning and I know you still worry but we've made it work. And tonight was a reminder that everything can change in a second.. I'm so sorry I was late tonight. This shouldn't have happened.."

Chloe sucked in a deep breath, and shifted her head so her chin was resting on his chest and she was looking up at him.

"Honey, I don't blame you one bit for tonight. Yes I'm scared, and yes I wish this wasn't how date night ended.. But we'll be okay. I need you to know that I don't blame you at all, okay?" She stretched up and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. "I love you Matthew Murdock. All of you."

A grin tugged at his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around her once more, "I love you too, more than you know"

#ramblings #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock oneshot #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil oneshot #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt #comfort #marvel imagine #matt murdock imagine #marvel oneshot

[mattyalston]

Hunger Games AU -

Matty was an ordinary trainee lumberjack from District 7 who was Reaped over a decade ago, and found himself handy with an axe and terrifyingly ready to do what it took to come back home. Whatever it took. He’s shattered the bones in his wrist from a Games finale injury, and it didn’t quite heal right despite Capitol technology. If it was up to him, he’d spend his life drawing Seven’s beautiful landscapes, reading stories, and passing them onto others. His parents want for nothing, now that he’s a Victor. They still take on shifts teaching kids basic maths and English now and then, but they don’t have to work full time. He’s one of the lucky ones, but it doesn’t feel like it when he’s travelling back from the Capitol with two coffins every year. Matty has too much to lose to express dissent, and would be terrified if anyone shared those kind of beliefs with him. He is terrified, a lot of the time, because he’s seen what happens to Victors who step out of line - or, more accurately, to their families. He’d do pretty much anything to keep his alive. And - there’s a Victor from Ten who’s a beautiful soul - too good for the Games. An almost-accidental winner, who tricked the Careers into a mutt’s fight zone, without blood falling on his own hands. A guy who he’s a little bit - a lot, actually, in love with.  Cue the Quarter Quell twist with the Victor Games. Matty is the one who gets caught by the Capitol, and Pedro escapes to Thirteen. Matty plays along with Capitol propaganda, still desperate to keep everyone alive, but that doesn’t stop them from bombing Seven to try to fend off the rebellion. His parents are killed in one of these attacks, as are Pedro’s in Ten, although they find each other still alive after the revolution. There’s a certain amount of tension there, having spent the war on different sides, but also a bit of hope for the future.

#;tasks #;hg au #//you all know who is to blame for this

[toomuchracket]

AU to the AU where girlies last serious ex bf is also in hawaii and tags along. matty is all upset/jealous and the guys have to be like “how is she doing anything different than what you were/are doing with that other girl lols” and he comes to his senses (that it doesn’t feel good for your partner to be hanging around their ex)

oh this is funny. AU where, rather than solely stopping in the middle of the water, the boats then dock in another port so you can get some lunch - therefore, you all had less time to faff about in the water, and while the front flip debacle happened you and matty didn't get the chance to actually talk on the boat. he sidles up to walk beside you between the boat and the beachside bar you're all going to like "hi, sweetheart", but before he can say any more he's interrupted by a male voice calling your name; you look towards the sound, and your face just lights up, before you run over to this ridiculously good-looking man (in my own personal fantasy it's damiano from måneskin lmao but imagine whoever you'd like) who looks to be about your age and who sweeps you into a massive hug. and matty's like genuinely wtf is going on. who is that. why is his hand on my girlfriend's bare back. i don't like this one bit. meanwhile, the rest of the fun boat crew are simultaneously shook and delighted at this turn of events for you, a delight which only increases when you bring the guy over to everyone and say "we're all running into exes on this trip, apparently" and introduce him. in fairness to you, you do wrap your arms around matty's neck (he LATCHES onto you) and say to the guy "this is matty, my boyfriend, we've just moved in together" - however, you do let go pretty quickly to be like "come on, let's get a drink" to the guy and say "someone order me a burger or something, i'll meet you guys at the table in a bit" to your group before leading your ex to the bar.

as soon as you're out of earshot, matty turns to his friends (all smirking, all ready to rip the piss out of him) like "THAT'S HER EX?! what the fuck?! she never told me anything about HIM" and polly's like "what a handsome man he is"; matty's like "polly i love you but you're gay you don't know what you're talking about he's not THAT handsome", and gabi's like "no, matty, if we as lesbians think he's handsome, then he must be fucking gorgeous. but never mind that, have a little seat and a drink and don't worry about the fact he's previously been with and is currently talking to your girlfriend" lmao. but even when everyone's sat down, matty doesn't stop looking at you and your ex (he's in perfect view of the bar) the whole time you're up there, practically inhaling margaritas in an attempt to stop the pain of seeing you talk to the guy all animated and look at him so thoughtfully, especially considering you wouldn't look at him earlier. he nudges ross beside him to say "i really don't like this. he's got his hand on her knee what the fuck is he playing at. he knows she's unavailable!", and ross is like "do you even fucking hear yourself lmao you've been doing the same thing in front of her for three days. and you can't even cope with it for three fucking minutes! you're a bit of a hypocrite, mate" - matty's like "oh FUCK. that's why she's upset with me. christ, i am a fucking idiot. i can't believe she's been feeling like this and i haven't realised. FUCK!" and he starts to get a bit teary.

at that point, the food starts to come out, so he's like "i'll go and get her and say sorry"; he tentatively walks over to you, feeling like he's interrupting when the convo dies down as he nears, and says "sorry to bother you guys, but your food's out, sweetheart". you're like "oh, thanks matty. wait there while i say goodbye", which is kinda evil of you considering you hug your ex really tightly for quite a while and matty just has to stand and watch it - when you break the embrace, you say "it was lovely to see you, safe travels", and your ex is like "same to you". he's really sweet, though, he shakes matty's hand and says "i'm sorry we didn't get a chance to chat, but she told me a lot about you there. she really loves you. i'm so happy for you both" in genuine sincerity; matty's ego boosts a little bit as he thanks the guy and says it was nice to meet him before the two of you head back to the group. it's quiet for a moment before matty says "i'm surprised you didn't invite him to have lunch with us, you seemed happy to see him", and you're like "yeah it was nice to catch up after a few years. but i didn't want you to be uncomfortable having to see me with my ex right next to you for ages" - matty stops, takes your hands in his and says "sweetheart, i am so sorry i put you through that. it's not an excuse, but me and her were so casual that i don't even see her as an ex, really, so i didn't stop to think that you'd be upset. i never want to hurt you, sweetheart, and i'm sorry i've neglected you a bit. i do miss you a lot. and i love you even more. and i'm going to properly act like it from now on". you hug him tightly like "i've missed you, baby. i love you. don't want anyone else", and matty's like "neither do i, sweetheart" and then he pulls back like "can i be on your boat on the way back please i don't want to let go of you from now on" - you smile and say "of course. now come on, food's getting cold". and i think the two of you are extra lovey dovey from that point, eating lunch practically sitting in each other's laps and snuggling up on the boat on the way back <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #fluff asks #d word matty