#I think im getting a little burnt out on these if i'm being perfectly honest

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

I have attempted to go back to my roots and write a "Fictional!Matty breaks his wrist" prompt fill. I'm not totally happy with how it has come out but I am not allowing myself to obsess over these the way I sometimes do my chaptered fics, so alas here it is, being tossed into the world as is. Thank you so much for reading and being so lovely with your support!

26. Broken

George knew it was broken the second Matty hit the ground. A loud crack echoed in his ears even though he knew it was impossible to have heard it over the roar of the crowd, over the sound of their music filling the arena. It would have been impossible to hear, competing with the cheers of thousands of fans. Matty’s face had gone white, and he instinctively brought his wrist to his chest, missing the next two lines of People. Thankfully the crowd didn’t notice, enthusiastically screaming Matty’s lyrics back at him, filling in the gaps. 

George waved to the crowd, tossing his drum sticks into the sea of people before the platform lowered them out of sight. He knew that people were going to over analyze the end of the show, rewatching fan video after fan video. George felt a surge of annoyance for the TikTok groupies who only seemed interested in capturing them at their worst, shoving their camera phones into Matty’s face instead of appreciating the art he was trying to share with them. They would be positively salivating when they realized they had caught the moment that Matty broke his wrist on video. George’s heart ached, hating that he was unable to protect Matty from being violated in that way. 

They were quickly herded backstage, Matty looked unsteady on his feet, stepping into George’s space, seeking out comfort when he typically peacocked his way through the crowd.  He was still holding his wrist to his chest, his face pale and his nose scrunched up in pain, like he was hyper focused on trying to control his breathing, trying to appear unaffected until they were out of sight. George tried not to think about the way that from what he could see, Matty’s wrist was bent at an unnatural angle. 

The second they were backstage, out of the line of fans' sight, Matty was doubled over a trash bin, throwing up a watery mix of bile and the wine he had drank throughout the course of the show. George rubbed his back as he was sick, murmuring sweet nothings of comfort. 

“I think it’s broken,” said Matty wetly, his voice horse from their two hour show, and from vomiting. George winced. 

“I think you’re right, love,” he said softly. Hann appeared a moment later holding a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to Matty who took it gratefully and rinsed out his mouth, spitting into the trash can. 

George felt helpless. He needed to get their tour manager, he needed to find one of the paramedics milling around the backstage area. He needed to tell someone that Matty was injured. He needed to tell them that he needed to go to the hospital, he needed to be taken for x-rays. He needed the doctor’s to fix him, to patch him back up because he was Matty. Instead he did not do those things, not wanting to leave Matty’s side, not wanting to remove the hand that had settled on his hip in comfort. He was worried if he stepped away, Matty would disappear. Matty wasn’t allowed to disappear. 

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