#bartender!matty

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

Cocktails, Cowboys and Back Alleyways

[a/n: hi… this started as just a silly little brainrot that grew into something much bigger than planned. a little disclaimer, english isn’t my first language and punctuation isn’t my strongest suit. this being the first thing i have ever written probably doesn’t help either. minors DNI]

tags: pinning, alcohol consumption, they make out in a back alley and I’m pretty sure that’s it.

[word count: 6792]

When agreeing to go out for drinks on Halloween with Matty, you didn’t think you’d end up dressed as a bottle of moonshine at 8pm walking around the streets of London waiting for an Uber but here you were.

Matty had called you about 4 hours ago asking you to come spend Halloween with him and the guys at the bar and with the promise of free drinks and seeing the guys dressed up in costumes, you had agreed to go a decision that had led you to scrambling around your apartment trying to put together a last minute Halloween costume.

After about half an hour of searching around your apartment you’d found an old costume in the far back of your closet from when you and your friend group had gone as different liquor types/brands from a couple years ago in your Uni days which you had thrown on in a hurry and to your surprise and relief it still fit you like a glove.

The costume itself was rather simple, a classic yet stunning amber mini dress that complimented your body in all the right ways, a classic denim jacket paired with a pair of cowboy boots and the star of the outfit, the feathered cowboy hat with the moonshine logo on top.

After getting into your Uber and giving the driver the address to The Shiny Collarbone you had texted Matty saying you were on your way to which he had responded with a “don’t know if I’m more excited to see you or what you’re dressed up as, see you soon darling get here safe” which had you a flustered mess.

You’d known Matty and the guys for close to a year now, but you still weren’t used to the flirting and the nicknames. A part of you secretly hoped the flirting meant your feelings were reciprocated, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up just to have them crushed by reality.

As the car turned onto the next street you saw the bright neon sign hanging above the bar at the end of the road, and you started to gather your things.

Once the car came to a stop you thanked the driver and exited the car and went out into the cold October air as you made your way to the entrance you checked your makeup once in your phone before entering.

Once stepping inside you were immediately greeted by the loud and lively atmosphere which brought you a sense of familiarity and comfort. While it wasn’t the busiest you’d seen it be, you wouldn’t consider it a quiet night for them either.

Having been a bar for over 20 years that had once started as just a small hole in the wall bar run by a group of friends had over time become a notorious and sought after spot to visit as well as being popular with the locals, a fact Matty was proud to share on more than one occasion.

As you scan the familiar room you notice George as usual standing by the DJ booth enjoying himself while pushing buttons that he’d shown you how to use many times before but you couldn’t for the life of you comprehend how he managed to make the music he did with them, no matter how many times he’s shown you.

What wasn’t usual about the scene in front of you, was the torn white half buttoned up shirt adoring his body and the messily scribbled word “werewolf” that was written in what was clearly Matty’s handwriting on the front of it, no doubt a last minute costume which you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at.

Looking towards the bar your eyes land on Ross tending to a group of girls by making them shots. Standing in what you believe to be a homemade mummy costume. he was covered in what from a distance appeared to be a mix of toilet paper and even stood from a distance you could see actual bandage gauze.

A part of you wondering where they had managed to get that considering you had seen the absolute state of their first aid kit, and to say they’d be fucked if something happened would be an understatement.

You eyes continue to scan the bar and the surrounding booths for Matty but you can’t seem to spot him and you can’t help but feel a small sense of disappointment even though you know for a fact he’s here.

As you start to make your way over towards your spot at the back of the bar, out walks the curly haired man in question carrying a case of whiskey no doubt to add to the display shelves behind him and Ross but as tempting as it is to stare at his straining biceps carrying the heavy case, your eyes can’t focus on anything besides the black traditional cowboy hat that sits on top of his greying curls and it has you stopping in your tracks and needing to take a moment to fully comprehend the sight of Matty dressed as a cowboy.

Once you managed to take your eyes off the hat you get a chance to notice the rest of his outfit and you debate turning back around for a solid 3 seconds to go outside and process the image In front of you.

In all his glory was Matty stood behind the bar wearing a cut off checkered flannel, the black cowboy hat, a back vest underneath and while not visible to your wandering eyes knowing him he’s definitely wearing his black cowboy boots on his feet to complete the look.

You watch as he starts turning back to most likely shout something to Ross and in that moment you make eye contact with him you watched his eyes widening, his mouth dropping and a small “wow” escaping.

The reaction causing your face to flush and after a couple of seconds you snap yourself out of the daze you found yourself in and resume walking over to your spot as Matty meets you there with a hug, pulling you into his neck which lets you get a whiff of the nice cologne he wore, complimented by a hint of the cigarette he probably just smoked and below that something you can only describe as Matty himself.

The scent had you relaxing in his hold and your shoulders falling causing you to completely melt into the hug. You both savor the feeling of being in each others arms, each one just as blind about each others feelings as the other. He squeezes you tight before he slowly pulls away looking into your eyes with a bright smile on his face.

“Would you look at that darling, it’s almost like this was planned.” With his brows raised, glancing up between your hat and his own causing you to let out a small laugh while lowering yourself into your regular seat and removing your jacket placing it on the chair besides you. An action that gave Matty an opportunity to get a proper look at your dress and he felt his heart skip a beat, to him you were breathtaking all the time, but this dress was something that had his head spinning and his thoughts darkening within seconds.

“Well you told me to come to the bar for drinks but that I wouldn’t be allowed in if i didn’t dress up so I figured this would be an appropriate costume, had no idea about your costume though. I have to say you clean up nice cowboy” which had Matty bashfully lowering his head with a small laugh, praying his hat would help conceal his blushing cheeks from your view.

You were feeling confident tonight, something Matty absolutely adored. He remembers at the start of your friendship when you had just started coming to the bar to hang out with him and the boys, and how shy and flustered you’d always get whenever he’d flirt with you.

But recently you had started to become more bold and Matty simply couldn’t get enough of it. You flirting back at him instead of shying away and in turn making him the flustered one was something he didn’t mind one bit.

If anything it made his feelings for you grow more with the thought of the slight possibility of you liking him back.

“Thank you darling have to say you don’t look too bad yourself, this dress is really doing wonders for you. Can I get you a drink miss moonshine?” The nickname caused the butterflies in your stomach to start to flutter and your smile brightens knowing he understood your costume.

You watched him make his way around back to the other side of the bar, and before you could answer his previous questions he adds

“Afraid we don’t have any actual moonshine though, so you’ll have to make do with something else darling”

with a mock frown now taking place on his features while shooting a quick glance back at your hat his expression quickly changing back into the grin you know and love.

“So what will you be having tonight darling?” He says as his gaze shifts to look back into your eyes, and you can see the amusement and happiness dancing around in his own. The same look no doubt present in your eyes.

“That’s so difficult I’m starting to get used to being spoiled and having you pick my drinks for me since you wont let me continue to order the “same 3 things”, so won’t you just pick something for me again Matty?” You said while giving him your best pout and Matty felt his heart rate pick up slightly.

Truthfully he’d do anything you asked him, but the second you brought out the pout he was close to being on his knees for you. Willing to do whatever you wanted as long as it kept you happy, but he kept his composure and replied with what he hoped to be a casual.

“Yeah because that’s boring! But you’ve liked the past couple I’ve made you try, don’t even try deny it! Except for that small mishap last week that Ross has a video of but you ended up liking it in the end! But I’ll see what I can do alright darling? But you can’t be disappointed once you get it okay? You asked for this.” He replied with a teasing glint now in his eyes and he started making his way around grabbing at the different ingredients for whatever cocktail he decided on making for you.

“Don’t say that! What do you mean he has video evidence? Don’t tell me you caught that on video.” You said with a slight bit of panic lacing your tone.

Last time you’d been at the bar during Matty’s shift, it had been one of the slower shift which in turn meant he had more time to spend with you so he had made you one of his special concoctions that he had been working on and perfecting.

While the aftertaste was lovely the amount of alcohol in it had come as a shock when you had your first sip which caused you to choke a bit. Something he had teased you for relentlessly, after making sure you were okay, the entire duration of his shift. Even after he had made you a new one containing a smaller amount of alcohol (something he had also made fun of.)

“Besides you wouldn’t give me something bad, would you?” You reply with a quick look of concerned, a look that caused Matty to let out a boyish giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of you it.

His laugh was something that never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever you heard it and honestly it might be one of your favorite sounds.

You lean slightly forward on the bartop your head now resting on one of you hands as you watch him slowly pour different types of liquor and syrups into the shaker, and you can’t help but let your eyes once again scan over his outfit and how it cling to his arms as he shook the shaker containing the mystery drink.

A look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Matty which had him raise his eyebrow and smirk, once you made eye contact and realized you had been caught checking him out you bashfully lowered your head blushing and turned your attention to the different labels of the bottles that had been placed in front of you.

When he saw your attention wasn’t on him anymore he couldn’t help but let his own gaze wander a bit. He wasn’t joking when he said the dress was doing wonders for accentuating your features. The way your dress hugged your chest had caused him to go a bit dizzy and his thoughts taking a darker turn and the fact you were now slightly leaning over the bar counter to get a close look at a bottle further away didn’t help his case in the slightest.

Shaking himself out of it, he focuses back on the task at hand of making your drink.

“What kind of professional would I be if I made you a drink I knew you wouldn’t enjoy? That’s how you end up getting no tips darling come on! Besides you really think I’d do that to you? I have a feeling you’ll really like this one actually, might even top the cosmopolitan you tried a couple weeks ago” he says while a look of childlike excitement washed over his face at the idea of you liking the drink he had made you.

Matty knew he was talented at what he did, but to get your approval was like when the teacher gave you a good star as a child.

He leaned down to grab a clean glass from underneath the bar and poured the drink he had made into it and eagerly passed it towards you over the bar to try.

“As if you have any struggles with getting tips Matty, I’ve sat besides you while you’ve counted them after a slow night. I can’t imagine what you must make on a busy day, must have something to do with the hair I imagine” you say while reaching up and tugging at one of his curls, the sudden move had his eyes widening and his whole body stumbling back a bit to try and avoid you gripping on his hair, something he’d had dreamed about you doing but in a completely different setting.

A setting that he should not be thinking about while at work, with you sitting directly in front of him no less.“Oi be nice! Those tips are part of the reason you get to drink for free you know” he says in an attempt to scold you, same way you’d scold a child, while pointing a finger at you to really sell it even though you could see the smile threatening to break out on his face while he tried to maintain the stern expression.

“Might actually want to start being a bit nicer to me darling or I’ll could start charging you” he continued with a smug look.

As he was finishing his sentence an arm got slung over his shoulder which caused him to jump a bit while Ross made his first real appearance of the night.

Making eye contact with you immediately while carrying a mischievous expression, a look you knew very well and you knew it’s about to get good when he gets involved in the conversation by stating.

“If this dickhead starts charging you for drinks you come straight to me, Adam or George and we’ll sort him out, alright love? Don’t let him feed his ego by thinking he can charge you as well” shooting you a wink and patting Matty on the back causing the shorter man to stumble a bit as Ross went to lean on the bartop beside him

“Oi what do you mean ego?!” Matty squeaked out dumbfounded and slightly offended while looking at Ross who was trying his best to hold back his laughter shooting a look towards you, completely ignoring the curly haired man at his side.

“What’s he trying to get you to drink this time then?”

Ross asked as he picked up the drink Matty had made and held it up towards the light to get a proper look at it as if to inspect and no doubt judge it.

“Please tell me he’s not made one of his own concoctions again, god knows the one last time was vile. I don’t know why you keep letting him do this to you love” he continued as he raised the drink to his face to smell it and gave it a small nod of approval before putting in back down on the counter in front of you.

“I’ll have you know she actually liked the one last time Ross! Just needed to tweak the amount of alcohol, and then she enjoyed it! Didn’t you darling?” Both men now with their full attention turned towards you.

Matty with an expectant look and Ross with a look of amusement and his brow raised almost in a challenging way.

You debated on if you should answer truthfully or go along with Ross teasing as a way to rile Matty up, deciding to be nice you went with the truth.

“It was nice, just a bit strong for my taste! The second one you made was much nicer though” you watched as Ross rolled his eyes and Matty lit up with a triumphant look, eager to rub the small victory in Ross’s face

Looking over the shoulders of both men you spotted a gorgeous woman, who you had noticed earlier eyeing up Ross as you walked in, was now making her way up towards the bar and deciding to interrupt before Matty could start gloating you added.

“actually now that you’re here Ross, would you mind making me one of those slushy drinks you do? The ones with the strawberry on the side?”

You watched as Matty’s expression turned from one of pure pride and happiness to a look of horror followed closely by a look of absolute betrayal, Ross on the other hand couldn’t fight off the smug expression and part of you thinks he wasn’t even trying to as you continued.

“You’re the best one at making them by far, and I’ve been dying for one all week.”

Was it a bit mean? Yeah, but you weren’t necessarily lying when you said you’d been craving one all week.

You also couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling of seeing Matty a bit jealous that you had asked Ross to make you your drink instead of him. With a wink and a

“I’ll get right on that love”

Ross walked off to make the requested drink and without knowing walking towards the woman now stood at the bar and you were now faced with Matty who looked like a kicked puppy with the biggest pout adoring his face. And you felt your heart break a little at him going.

“You’ve not even tried the drink I’ve just made you and now you’re sending Ross off to make you new one, and here I thought I was something special to you darling”

the look of jealousy and sadness didn’t get to last long though. “Don’t be silly Matty I only sent him over there because there’s a girl coming up to the bar who’s exactly Ross type, and I’d be a horrible wing-woman if I didn’t get him up there with her” you say while trying to discreetly point out the girl in question to Matty.

And just as you expected she was already in what appeared to be deep conversation and you could tell just from Ross body language that he fancied her as well.

“Ah aren’t you clever darling look at you looking out for our boy, enough about him though your drink will start to get warm soon and I think it’ll ruin the taste ‘cause it’ll turn all watery because of the ice” he said, his emotions doing a complete 180 after realizing you had just tried to set up Ross for a potential date.

He pointed towards the almost completely forgotten drink that was still in front of you both. And you wrap your hand around the glass and raise it in a cheers making Matty bite the inside of his cheek to try and stop the wide grin spreading on his cheeks as you brought the glass to your lips and take a sip, letting the flavors of the mystery cocktail explode on your tastebuds.

Once the glass touched your lips Matty looked like he’s about to jump out of his skin in anticipation of your reaction and thoughts on the drink he made you. He wanted you to enjoy it especially since he made it for you, with you and your preferences in mind.

Over the past months Matty had made it his mission to find out your likes and dislikes and when at the start you had only ordered the same 3 cocktails for months he knew he had to step in to try and get more information and that was how this whole mystery cocktail thing had begun in the first place.

“It’s very sweet but a bit tangy. The flavors all go really nice together, you’re right this was a great choice! This is why I always make you choose my drinks because I really like this! What’s it called so I can make sure you make it for me again sometime?”

And hearing you say you want Him to make it for you again has his heart stuttering and almost bursting out of his chest with pride.

“It’s called a Bramble darling, you like it yeah? I’ll make sure this won’t be your last one then.” Finishing his sentence with a wink.

You fall into a comfortable silence after awhile. Just looking at Matty tending to the bar and its patrons together with Ross who’s managed to get the girls number before having to go back to work as a sudden rush had started.

You always enjoyed watching Matty work, part of the reason you didn’t mind spending so many hours just sitting there and watching. There was something about how graceful he was, the confidence that just radiated from him like this was what he was supposed to be doing. The way he would be able to charm anyone who came his way like it was nothing. it really was no wonder you had fallen for him.

After awhile of just watching the guys mix and pour different drinks for the different people coming up to the bar, you felt your blood run cold and your spine straighten as you noticed a group of girls all practically drooling at him, and the worst part was you couldn’t blame them. You had practically been doing the same thing all night and as much as the thought hurt you, he wasn’t yours, no matter how much you wanted him to be you weren’t together.

The sadistic part of yourself forced you to watch the interaction continue on and you felt your stomach drop when you saw Matty turn his back to the group to grab something, and one of the girls took the time to scribble something (no doubt her number) onto one of the napkins and slide it over towards the spot where Matty would soon return to.

And just like you expected you saw him deliver the drinks to the girls and grab the napkin with a wink and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break just the tiniest bit.

Much to your surprise though, the second the girls were out of sight he tossed the number into one of the trash cans, shaking his head and make his way back towards your corner.

“Sorry darling we got busy for a second, you doing alright? You look a bit red is there anything I can get for you?” He asked concerned while his eyes scanned over your face to make sure you were okay

“I’m okay yeah, I’m just feeling slightly warm it’s probably just the drinks. I’m alright I promise” your words making him nod thoughtfully before he quickly glanced at the clock and going back over to Ross throwing a quick “be back in a second” towards you.

You saw the two talk for a second, Ross now looking at the clock and scan the bar before nodding his head. And watched as Matty made his way back towards you, rounding the corner to get out on your side of the bar.

Grabbing your discarded jacket from the empty seat beside you in one hand and taking your hand in his other.

He started gently tugging you out of your seat and wordlessly lead you outside and around the back of the bar towards the back alleyway. It was only when he stopped by the back door and placed your jacket back over your shoulders and leant back against the wall, you decided to ask why he had taken you both outside to which he responded with a simple shrug saying.

“Well you said you were feeling warm and I was dying for a cigarette haven’t had one in ages so I figured you could join me for my break, hope that’s alright with you darling, if not I can follow you back inside?”

He suddenly looked a bit worried thinking about how he had kinda forced you outside without even asking even though this wasn’t a new thing for you two by any means.

You had lost count at the amount of times you had been out back with him, to keep him company during his breaks. It was such a common occurrence that you hadn’t even questioned him when he dragged you out with him.

“No no that was a good idea, I’m glad you brought me with you. It was getting a bit stuffy in there, so it’s nice to come out here and just chat for you a bit. Besides feels like you’ve been more busy tonight, so getting a few minutes alone with you won’t be something I’ll complain about”

You watched as Matty lit up his cigarette, grey smoke clouding around him and in the dim light of the alley creating an almost halo effect around him and you can’t help but just stare up at him. The dim light sculpting his face and casting shadows that accentuated his strong jaw and full lips and you couldn’t stop the racing thoughts of what it would be like to feel them moving against your own.

What you didn’t know was that Matty was in the complete same boat as you, completely transfixed on your face in the dim lighting as well and how it the shadows danced around on your face and his arms twitched by his side as he fought to stop himself from reaching out and pulling you into him.

After a while of just standing in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Matty takes the last drag of his cigarette and stubs the bud out and throws it in the nearby trash can and as he looks back at you he can’t help but notice the slight shivering you’re attempting (and failing) at hiding and he slightly curses himself for not having brought his own jacket with him out to give to you.

“Are you cold darling? We can go back inside if you want?” You snap out of your daze and immediately rush out

“No I’m okay! Completely okay! Can we stay for just a little bit more? If that’s alright?”

And who is he to deny you? With a nod and a small “come here” he pulls you into him to try and combat the cold October air.

A move he really should have thought through because now, you’re both standing up against one another and he can feel your body pressed against him.

Even though you’re shivering he can now feel the heat from your body against his and the smell of your perfume has him briefly closing his eyes and just taking in the moment.

You watch his eyes close and reopen and for a moment you just stand there staring at up at him and you can’t help yourself from glancing down at his full lips again. The thought of them pressed against your own once more plaguing your mind.

Matty watched your eyes drop to his lips like he thought he had imagined you doing earlier but he had convinced himself that he had just imagined it but seeing you do it again now from a much closer angle there wasn’t a doubt in his mind at what he had saw earlier was real and suddenly he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down towards you and carefully planting his lips on yours.

You froze for a solid 3 seconds before it hit you that Matty was in fact kissing you. He felt your body freeze and panic and regret shot through his body like he had just been dumped in a tub of ice thinking he might have misread the situation and possibly ruined everything with you.

As you felt him still and start to move back, no doubt with an apology at the tip of his tongue you quickly throw your arms around his neck, plant one of your hands in his dark curls and pull him back towards you and kiss him back with all the months of built up tension.

You pour every once of emotion into the kiss, hoping to convey your emotions and let yourself get lost in the feel of his lips against yours, the way his curls felt under your palm and the way his body seemed to fit perfectly against yours.

At the feeling of your hand in his hair, pulling him closer and the feeling of you kissing him back, Matty loses the last bit of hesitation and let’s his hand pull at your waist, pulling you so your bodies are tightly pressed together and kisses you back with just as much effort.

The feeling of both of your bodies pressed together has both of your heads spinning and getting completely lost in each other you don’t break the kiss until you both have to pull back to breathe. The break doesn’t last long and you both snap back towards each other like magnets, once again getting lost in the feeling of your lips molding together.

The back door slamming open is what ultimately has you both pulling apart with a gasp and you both snap your heads towards it, looking for the culprit who had interrupted your moment and in the doorway in all his glory stood a smug looking George Daniel with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry to break it up love birds but Ross needs you to come back in Matty. As always it’s lovely to see you sweetheart, loving the costume by the way very on brand.”

You watch the look of annoyance wash over Matty and he shakes his head at George going

“Alright, okay, tell Ross I’ll be back inside in a moment alright?”

You can hear the annoyance clear in his tone and George shoots you a wink and waves at Matty before going back in, no doubt to continue to work behind the DJ booth for the rest of the night.

You look back at Matty to find his eyes already watching you closely and you find yourself growing shy.

You find yourself looking down not being able to maintain eye contact, but you feel his fingers wrapping around your chin and tilting your head up to look at him as he takes a slow breath before quietly admitting

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months darling. I understand if this was just a spur of the moment thing, but in case you do feel the same my shift should be ending soon and I’d love to take you back to mine to watch a movie or something” and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips

“I’d really like that Matty” You say earnestly while looking up into his eyes before you confess with a cheeky “you have to promise me you’ll do that again though, because I’m not sure I can continue with just us being friends after that.”

Hearing you say that has a look of relief washing over him, the happiness practically radiates from Matty as he pulls you back in for another quick kiss before promising

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months, if you think I’ll be able to hold myself back you’re sorely mistaken darling.”

Once again leaving you a flustered mess which leaves him feeling proud before he continuing “I’ll kiss you as much as you want darling, as long as you promise to be mine yeah?”

You nod your head at that and you can’t help the way your heart nearly bursts out of your chest with happiness, so much so that you can’t even form any words but just start nodding your head yes again and bring him back down for another kiss.

Locking your lips together and you immediately feel like two puzzle pieces slotting into place and a sense of home washes over you both. The feeling so natural to the both of you and it made you feel like an idiot for never doing it sooner.

You pull away when you both are out of breath and he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours. You both just enjoy the last couple of seconds before you pull to leave his embrace and tug at his arm as a way to pull him back inside giggling at each other like little kids.

Once inside you make eye contact with Ross who gives you a smug knowing look and from that alone you know George has already told him what he saw in the back alley and you hear Matty let out a tiny groan that lets you know he too has caught on to what’s happened.

Rushing you in the other direction away from the inevitable bullying from Ross and you both make your way back to your still empty corner. As you sit back down in your chair Matty preoccupies himself with making you another drink and you can’t help but just stare up at him with a lovestruck look in your eyes a feeling of disbelief still present at the fact he actually feels the same towards you.

The sound a texts messages frantically coming in shakes you from your little bubble and you watch Matty remove his phone from his pocket and let out a loud groan while throwing his head back towards the ceiling, the action has you raising your eyebrow in a silent question once your eyes find each other again.

“George’s already told the entire group chat about what happened in the alley.” He says with a groan and your eyes quickly look over at the giant who’s currently on his phone with a large grin on his face and just from that look alone you know he’s still catching everyone up on the new development between you and Matty

“Hann has already messaged me 4 times, I swear they really can’t keep their mouths shut sometimes” he says letting out an annoyed huff.

The mention of Adam has you straightening up a bit and with a quick glance around you turn back towards Matty

“Oh speaking of! How come Adam isn’t working tonight? I’ve seen both Ross and George but usually Adam is here to keep track of you lot?” you ask with curiosity.

Eyes flickering towards Ross who in the meantime has made his way over to George and as if they can feel your eyes on them they both look up towards you and Matty and shoot you a wink when making eye contact.

You roll your eyes with a small smile and shifts your focus back to Matty who now has a small frown on his face again as he looks at you.

“Why do you care about him when I’m here? Am I not keeping you entertained darling?” He asked with his now furrowed eyebrows raised, a flash of what you think is jealousy appears in his eyes for a split second as if you didn’t just kiss multiple times in the last 10 minutes in the back alley.

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant and your attention briefly shifts to his arms again looking at the how the cut off flannel helped accentuate them and in turn making your head spin for a couple of seconds before you register the huff that leaves him while he stands before you and you quickly sit up to answer his question with a teasing

“Was that a bit of jealousy i sensed there Matty? I was simply wondering where he was. Wouldn’t say I was bored of you considering what just happened outside babe” you say looking up at him through your lashes to try and catch him a bit off guard and warm him back up a bit and it’s safe to say it worked.

He freezes for a couple seconds and his mind reels a bit at you calling him babe before the rest of the sentence registers in his mind and he lets out a scoffs “Me? Jealous of Hann? Didn’t realize you’d gone ahead and become a comedian overnight. Absolutely not jealous darling don’t know what makes you think that.” Which does nothing but confirm your suspicion of the claim of him being jealous.

A fact that had your stomach fluttering at the prospect of him being jealous.

You don’t get to enjoy the thought for too long, before he starts up again.

“Nah he and Carly were taking Baby Hann trick or treating tonight, so he’s off for the night to be with them” he says with a smile on his face thinking of his best friend and his family going around trick or treating, as much as he liked to make fun of him for being boring he couldn’t help but be proud of how great of a father Adam truly was.

“Oh I miss Carly I hope she’s doing alright, I haven’t seen her in so long! That’s adorable, I’ll have to ask how it went the next time I see him, will you please make sure I remember next time he’s here Matty? I’d hate to not hear about their first time trick or treating”

As Matty listened to you talk about his friends, the people who he considered his family, with such genuine interest and excitement he couldn’t help the wide grin that blooms on his face.

As he goes to assure you he will, a hand gets slapped on his back causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and with a hand over his heart he turned back to see who had disturbed their conversation only to reveal none other than John coming in to say hello and take over the rest of his shift like they had planned the previous day.

“Fuck man you scared the shit out of me, you can’t just sneak up on me like that Waughy” he fake pouts and you watch as the two men chat for a quick second before John shoots you a smile and a wave and walks towards the back to no doubt clock in and prepare for the night ahead.

“Do you still want to come back round mine to watch that movie darling? I figured we could make it proper romantic, maybe even build a fort like you’ve mentioned last time we had a movie night? Could do with a cuddle from you after working all night and I believe we have a lot of time to make up for” He ends with a smirk that has your stomach in knots and you eagerly nod your head.

The sound of cuddling with Matty in a fort while a movie plays in the background and now with the added bonus of getting to kiss him whenever you want, has you gathering your things and jumping down from you chair as you look into his eye and respond with a shy

“I’d really like that Matty”

“Alright darling let’s go home.”

#so this is a thing that happened #insane how this started out as a silly little idea and now it’s almost 7k words #it might be shit but i gave it my best shot #i’ve legitimately never written anything #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #bartender!matty #favorite writers

[finalgirllx]

i just realized that my au fic, which first started as headcanons that then turned into a one-shot, has set up to be full PIV smut and- i'm gonna have to become a good smut writer very fast. wish me luck

#bartender matty taking you over the bar counter is giving me heart palpitations #im not cut out for this #finalgirllxspeaks

[because-she-goes]

waiting for you

warnings: swearing, alcohol, cowboy!matty, bartender!matty, pining for each other, slow burn. Enjoy!

The lights were dim and the air was filled with the smell of leather and smoke. The sound of electric guitar, people talking and glasses clinking percolated around the bar. Neon signs buzzed and hummed above you as you fixed your hat. The staw hat had become slightly more and more crooked as the night progressed and you became more drunk off the rum and cokes the bartender kept passing to you. Today had been a rough day, your boss had scolded you about leaving papers on his desk in front of the whole office, you spilled coffee down your brand new blouse, your heels were digging into your achilles tendon and that’s not even to mention how you had ran out of gas on the way to work and had to call your work friend Mona to carpool you both there. Needless to say, you needed to take the edge off, enjoy your Friday night in peace and forget about your 9-5 for a bit. Taking a long sip and finishing the rest of the rum and coke in front of you, letting the liquor burn your throat.

“How was the drink, darling? Want another or something different?” The voice grabs your attention. Looking up at the bartender, first noticing the chunky rings that adorn his hands. Then the salt and pepper curls being held back by a clump of gel. Then his eyes, holy fuck his eyes. And god his outfit was good, a tight white tank top with a seemingly vintage flannel thrown over it and some baggy blue jeans. Shaking your head to wake yourself up a bit and bring you back to reality, you remember he asked you a question.

“It was really good, but I’ll try something different! Dealer’s choice.” You answer him, eyes now locked onto his.

“Okay, do you like sweet, bitter or sour?” He asks, eyes taking a glance at your lips. You silently thank god you remembered chapstick and lipstick today.

“…sweet.” you reply simply, taking a glace at his stupidly perfectly pink lips. You take a moment to think how they would feel pressed against your pulse point on your neck, teeth nipping. You let out a sigh as he nods and gets to work.

You watch his skilled hands move around the bar as he grabs the different ingredients for whatever he has in mind… vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, then cranberry juice. In a shaker with some ice, he puts one and a half ounces of vodka, a half ounce of peach schnapps, and then two ounces of each of the juices. You gulp as you watch his biceps flex as he shakes the cocktail around until you notice the condensation form around his knuckles. Oh dear fucking god.

He pours out the sunset-toned liquid into a glass with pebble ice and places 2 cherries on top delicately. “Here ya go, sweetheart. Let me know how you like it.”

You take a sip and barely hold back a moan at how sweet and lovely the drink is. “Oh my god, this is good! What is it called so I can order it next time I’m out?” You ask, going in for another sip.

He waits until the rim of the glass touches your lips and then says “It’s a sex on the beach, babygirl…” Your brain short circuits at that and you cough up a bit of the drink.

He giggles and hands you a napkin. “Everything okay, muffin? You alright there?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m good, just-just took me by surprise is all!” He laughs a bit more as you wipe your mess a little… noticing an orange stain blooming on his white tank top.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your shirt!” You damn near shriek, reaching over the bar to wipe it with a napkin before it dried.

“Oh it’s okay, babygirl. I always keep a spare in my car for times like this haha - wanna take a walk with me? I’m due for my 15 minute break now anyways.” He offers, already walking to join you in the front of the bar. He holds out a hand and you take it, walking out to the back with him as he yells to the other bartender to cover him for a bit.

In the parking lot, you see the most beautiful red vintage Ford Bronco. He unlocks it quickly and grabs the extra shirt out of his backseat, silently swearing to himself how the shirt got ruined and he had just washed it that morning. He takes a minute to make sure you’re still okay as you lean against the driver’s side door. He sees your green eyes gleam in the moonlight and his whole body relaxes - he could never be mad at someone so beautiful, so pure, so lovely.

He wipes his hands of the alcohol being spilled while he made drinks, mixed with the dirt under his fingernails from being at the ranch that morning - he helps where he can and plus the extra money doesn’t hurt. You take another look at his hands and arms as he’s distracted and notice the very slight farmer’s tan and warm honey toned skin that graces his forearms. He peels off the dirty tank top and your heart stops when you spot his slight happy trail and abdomen flexing as he stretches.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, buttercup!” He speaks into the night sky, a laugh hidden under his breath. Swapping the shirts, he places the clean one on and throws on a baseball hat since the gel was starting to come loose and his hair began to fall in his eyes as he worked.

“S-Sorry, you’re just s-so pretty.” You admit bashfully, kicking the pavement below your sneakers. The drinks clearly now affecting your ability to filter your thoughts.

He steps towards you, taking your face in between his palms. Your breath hitches as you breath in his scent… marlboro reds, ginger and vanilla. Warm, spicy, a little sweet - heavenly. It takes everything in you to not just fall to your knees and collapse at his scent and him being this close to you.

“You’re prettier, angel.” His voice rough and thick with desire. You exhale shakily as he presses his body against you. A silence falls between you two, the only other sound cutting the tension being crickets chirping in the woods a stone’s throw away.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :) #idk what this is #but here ya go lol #giving the people what they want #bartender matty ily #gonna tag this yeehaw!matty for now lol #yeehaw!matty #Spotify #roadkill #matty x thea

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

The tone of voice he said that in??? Like the vocal fry or whatever? “There’s a big request for you to take your haiiirrr downn.” “That’s part of the appeal. You do what he sayzz.” Someone please euthanize me

I have been at work events all day and all I wanna do is go home and put that on a loop

SEND HELP

Also that pic of Ross pulling a Guinness on stage? Hello???

#answered #matty and ross #matty and ross in dublin #ross macdonald #guinness ross #bartender can you pour some love

[karolinanovotneys]

i fucking hate him but at least the groupchat had fun

#ON! A! SATURDAY!!!!!!! #it’s one thing to leave us a bartender down on a tuesday #BUT ON A SATURDAY #we got so so lucky that we weren’t slammed on the bar #at some point i went past ‘i hate him 💛’ into ‘i am so angry and i actually hate him’ #matty told me off for shit talking him when he could hear me but like. i dont give a shit #i’d say it to his face if he dared show it #but he hid in the office all night #fucking try telling me off mark i dare you!!!!! #molls.txt

[wreckedandpolemic]

6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

Also love your work!💜

my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer. 

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately. 

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

#Sorry for all the daddy kink i unlocked something in myself writing white and gold #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #writing #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #smut #smut prompt fills #request

[lonesome-sometimes]

your favourite centrefold

I was bored and wrote this with nasty cherry on repeat do not take any of this seriously anyway

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: unprotected sex, dom matty, semi-public sex, cheating, alcohol, face and pussy slapping, cum play, use of “sir” and daddy kink, degradation, manhandling, age gap, rough sex, thigh fucking, slut shaming (??)

minors do not interact!

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

you pull your dress up a little higher, leaving nothing to the imagination as you move further into the room knowing it all too well by now. asking the bartender for your usual poison of choice, you lean up against the dark wood searching for your weekly fill.

It was a tuesday night, nothing too special but you were bored and felt the need to start your weekend early. fortunately for you that meant the place was close to being empty while also meaning your task was much easier - especially when you see him.

you had never seen him before - you would remember every inch of him if you had. sitting at the bar nursing what seemed to be a whiskey was probably the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. the wife beater he was wearing hugged his shoulders and back so perfectly, showing off the number of tattoos covering his arms, as well as grey curls that were mostly slicked back. the few that refused to be tamed making home on his forehead instead.

he was perfect and you needed him.

you finish your drink as fast as possible before making your way towards him. you notice the cigarettes and lighter sitting next to his drink, as well as his open wallet with a picture of what seems to be him and his girlfriend? wife? making the situation so much more fun and him more attractive than you found him before. he finally notices you as you slide up next to him, bracketing him in between yourself and the wall. he gives you a quick glance over, the wetness between your legs pooling by the second as he seems somewhat unimpressed.

you take him in, noticing the light stubble dusting his cheeks while trying not to drown in his scent - a mix of faint cologne, cigarettes and what is definitely another woman’s perfume - before mustering up the courage to actually speak.

“hey.”

he actually fucking smirks at you, seeming to find the situation amusing as he takes a sip of his drink and sighs dramatically. “so, you’re the girl my mate george warned me about, hm?”

your eyes widen, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. endless faces began flowing through your mind until you remember the one he’s talking about. george. he had been both sweet and cruel when you needed him to be, tall and handsome and he had fucked you so, so well in the backseat of his car after you sucked his cock for him in the toilets. how could you forget about george?

If you ever went back in for a second helping, he would be the absolute top of your list. however you had made a promise to yourself when you first started this whole ordeal that you would never fuck the same man twice, and you were determined to keep it that way.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about?” you say sweetly, playing innocent and cocking your head to the side, twirling your curls around your fingertips which only had the man shaking his head in fake annoyance.

“unlucky for you, I don’t fuck pretty girls that whore themselves out in dive bars. take your act elsewhere, I’m not interested.”

well, that was new.

you pout, suddenly not liking the surprise of a challenge. usually you had the men that came here drooling after you, unable to resist the temptation of a sweet, young thing begging to be fucked by a much older man in such a degrading way. you swallow your pride, accepting the little game he’s started.

“who said anything about fucking? maybe I just wanted to talk to you. It seems like you are the one with an idea, sir.” you knew adding on the title at the end was asking for trouble but you didn’t really care at this point, again feeling defeated when he doesn’t even flinch. “If you’re offering though, I could be so very good for you. did george tell you how good I am at sucking cock?”

“I thought you didn’t know who that was? good girls don’t lie, princess. especially not to dirty, old men like me.” he warns, slowly losing his patience. you keep up this game of back and forth for a little longer, rubbing his shoulder and smiling coyly. you quickly learn that his name is Matty, going dumb when you eventually notice what is definitely a wedding ring shining proudly on his hand. you turn to batting your eyelashes and giggling a little too loudly just like you knew how instead in hopes it would do something, anything at this point. fuck, he was hot.

his grip on his glass tightens before he finishes the last of the liquor, slamming it down on the top and startling you out of your daydream in the process. he turns back to you, becoming increasingly annoyed as well as desperate the longer you stare back. “sweet, dumb thing. didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“no, you never taught me anything like that, daddy.”

that seems to be what sends him over the edge as he stands up, grabbing your wrist tightly as he pulls you outside. you couldn’t contain your giggles of excitement, high on the adrenaline from the alcohol and the fact that you had actually won and were promised an actual good fuck. he continues to drag you down the side of the building, crowding you up against the wall of the dimly lit alleyway that you had become far too familiar with.

he pushes the hem of your baby pink dress up your thighs, revealing the angelic white lace that barely covers your wetness. he slaps over your covered clit, holding your jaw firmly in place as he does so. “needy little girl, you think this is fun and games, don’t you? all I wanted was to come here for a little quiet drink, to get away from my annoying fucking wife, but here I am stuck putting girls like you in their place.”

you whine loudly as he pushes your panties down your legs, letting them gather down at your heels. you paint the perfect image of a whore and you wouldn’t have it any other way as long as he kept touching you. he roughly spins you around so your face is pressed up against the brick, melting against his hold when you finally hear the zip of his pants.

“what are you smiling at, huh? what’s got you so happy?” he spits, keeping your head in place as he begins to stroke his cock till he’s fully hard which doesn’t take long. you were a little disappointed that you weren’t going to get to see it or feel it on your tongue, but you couldn’t be too upset given the circumstances. you totally forgot he had asked you a question though until he’s slapping your face, cheek blooming under his blow as he demands an answer from you and fast.

you blink a couple times before the brain fog subsides for a second, allowing you to form a somewhat coherent sentence. “m just so happy you’re gonna fuck me, daddy. can’t wait to be full of your cock.” you answer sincerely, anticipating the feel of his length entering you at any second and pushing your ass out in hopes it’ll speed things up.

except it never comes.

Instead, you hear that dark chuckle from earlier come back from behind you. confused, you try and spread your legs but he forcefully closes them again, keeping a hand tightly on the small of your back and holdind you in place. you gasp when you eventually feel the head of his leaking cock press between the gap inbetween your thighs, a drop of precum falling and trickling down them as you realise what is actually happening.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you, or are you just too cock hungry to remember, darling? who knows where this slutty fucking pussy has been?” he reaches round and slaps your clit again, causing you to cry out at the harsh treatment. “that doesn’t mean you get to spend your time teasing me, getting me hard and aching without doing anything about it.” and with that, he pushes his cock directly between your thighs.

he groans loudly, going slow as he adjusts to the tightness of your legs squeezing his cock just right. you whimper as he picks up his pace, slowly realising you weren’t about to get a good fuck at all. you sick basterd.

he uses you like a sex doll, fucking your thighs fast and needily until you can sense he’s about to cum due to the fact he’s the most vocal he’s been the whole night. “such a fucking whore, yeah? letting me use you however I want? getting fucked in some back alley behind a dirty old bar. you should be so proud of yourself honey. I know I am, fuck.”

your cunt clenches at his words, wetness dripping down towards where his cock meets the plush of your thighs. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out from between them and paints his cum across the backs and the top of your ass, stroking himself though it while reaching around to grope at your tits through the thin material of your dress

when he’s done, he gathers his cum between his fingers and shoves them directly into your neglected cunt, pushing the cum deeper and deeper and almost getting you embarrassingly close to the edge. he then quickly pushes his digits past your pretty pink lips, letting you suck the taste of you both from them as the coolness of his wedding ring keeps pressing against your cheek. “here you go, baby. I’m so kind and thoughtful, how about you thank me for not using your cum dump hm? that’ll give you some time to tighten up before some other perverted, married man gets to fuck you.”

you smile, half dazed and exhausted as the pleasure in your core begins to subside and you’re able to think more clearly. you turn your head, giggling when you realise something that he doesn’t know. you sigh sweetly as you always do, giving him your best doe eyes before saying, “thank you for not fucking my cunt, daddy.”

he never actually fucked you, or even made you cum for that matter, meaning you never broke your only rule. as you lean down to pull up your panties and pull down your dress, you secretly hope that the married man with curly hair decides to come back very soon.

#matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic

[doc-pickles]

waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (pt. 3)

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summary: a flashback to the scene of the crime

warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, sexual themes but no smut, more tkachuk/hughes nonsense (it needs a warning at this point)

a/n: i love how much y'all love this series! I hope you enjoy this next part. eventually I'll write the smut for this night but I didn't want to put it into this particular chapter because it quickly became an almost 2.5k monstrosity. enjoy!

i also hid a quote from icebreaker in this chapter so if you find it, send me a message hehe

xoxo

nina

“I’m gonna head back and call Emma,” Brady announces as he stands from the booth. You and Taryn begin to boo him. “Leave me alone.”

“Can’t. You’ve become so boring. Marriage has changed you,” Taryn plucks a chip from the basket and tosses it at Brady. “Get out of here loser.”

Laughter erupts from your table as Brady rolls his eyes before leaving the restaurant you’d tucked yourself into the back of. You’re between Taryn and Jack on one side of the booth while Quinn, Matthew, and Luke occupy the other side. It’s your third and final night in Vegas celebrating your and Luke’s 21st birthday. So far you'd gone out and had fun at various clubs but had kept your shenanigans to a minimum, a shocking feat for your group. Tonight though there was an electric charge in the air hinting at something exciting happening. Inhibitions were lowered and everyone seated around the table was vibrating with excited energy.

“Man now I’m stuck with you guys,” Quinn groans as he sips his beer. 

“New drinking game,” you exclaim, getting everyone’s attention. “Drink every time Quinn complains tonight.”

“Take a shot if he asks to go home,” Jack adds. 

“Finish your drink if you catch him sighing dramatically,” Luke finishes, sending all of you into a fit of laughter. 

“Fuck you guys,” Quinn grumbles as he crosses his arms. “Should’ve gone with Brady.”

“Drink!” you all exclaim as you sip your drinks. 

+

You’d all gotten significantly more drunk at Quinn’s expense before ditching the restaurant in favor of a club where Taryn was now occupying the dance floor. Even Quinn was looser and louder as the the boys were talking about hockey. You debated whether or not to order another drink or to join Taryn when someone came up and began to dance with her, making your decision for you. 

“I got it Matty,” you chuckle at Matthew’s annoyed expression. “But you’re gonna have to face the fact that your little sister isn’t so little anymore.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Matthew grumbles as you brush past him. He softly grabs your wrist, turning you toward him. “What happens if someone starts dancing with you?”

“Then you can come save me. As a thank you for dealing with Taryn,” you wink at him as you slip away from Matthew towards the dance floor. 

Taryn grins widely as you approach, stepping away from the guy behind her to grab your hands and drag you further onto the dance floor. She mouths a ‘thank you’ as you two dance together, laughing and spinning around. 

The two of you lose track of time as you enjoy yourselves dancing and belting out the lyrics to the songs playing. Eventually you end up leaving Taryn to go and order another round of shots, your body leaning against the bar as you wait for the bartender. 

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl,” someone whispers in your ear and you immediately tense up, turning to see the clearly drunk guy standing behind you. 

“No thanks, I’m good,” you reply and turn back to the bar. Your body freezes as his hand lands on your hip. “Please don’t touch me.”

“C’mon, this dress makes your ass-“

“Hey baby, there you are,” your head whips around at the sound of Matthew’s voice, sighing in relief as he sidles up next to you. “Sorry I took so long, you good?”

You nod but the guy still doesn’t let go of your hip. Matthews eyes land on his hand and he promptly pulls you into his arms, his hands pulling you close to him as his lips land on your neck. The move is unexpected, a small gasp coming from you as Matthew caresses your skin with warm kisses. 

“Everyone is waiting for us,” Matthew says as his teeth nip at your earlobe, one hand moving to twine with yours. “C’mon babe.” 

Matthew doesn’t let go of your hand until you get a few feet away from the table. You stop him and press your hands to his chest, “Thanks for rescuing me Matty.”

“Anytime,” Matthew breathes out, his lips leaning down to brush against your neck. “God… You smell amazing…” 

“Get your hands off my sister Tkachuk!” Quinn yells with a laugh. “C’mon Luke ordered shots.”

Matthew slides into the booth and immediately pulls you in behind him, your body half resting on his thigh. One of his hands snakes around your body to pull you into his side, breath hot on the side of your face. 

“Where’s Luke?” you ask just as Taryn approaches the table. 

“Chatting up the waitress that took our order,” Quinn points to the left and you almost gag as you catch sight of Luke with his tongue down a bottle blonde’s throat. “Hey he got us free shots, I’ll take what I can get.”

The five of you clink your shots together before downing them. When Luke returns with a flushed face and another tray of shots none of you can find it in you to complain as you down another round. 

“Luke,” Quinn swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder and pulls him close. “I will give you $500 if you convince the waitress to let you motorboat her next time she comes over here.”

Jack sputters on his drink as Taryn lets out a howling laugh. Your mouth is simply dropped in shock as you look between your two brothers, “Quinn you’re cut off. Luke, don’t you fucking da-“

“Deal.”

The table erupts in cheers and laughter as Luke waves down the waitress again. You try and stop him but Matthew tightens his hold on your waist, “Let him have his fun, he just turned twenty one and has no inhibitions.”

“So did I but you don’t see me motorboating random women in bars,” you giggle as Matthew lips find your neck again, his fingers squeezing your hips. “You sure are touchy when you’re drunk.”

“Can’t help it,” Matthew whispers in your ear. “You look so- Holy shit he did it.”

Whipping your head up you spot Luke with his head between the waitress’s boobs, Quinn and Jack red faced with laughter as Taryn takes photos. Your jaw is slack as your brother lifts his head up with a smirk, winking at the blonde in front of him. 

“Oh my fucking god,” you shriek as Luke sits back at the table, gesturing to the round of shots the waitress had brought over. “You’re insane!”

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Luke shouts with a whoop as you all down your shots. “C’mon sissy you gotta catch up. Last night here!”

You roll your eyes but smirk at Luke, “Some of us want to leave this city alive, Lukey.”

“I’ll give you $1000 to do whatever Jack and Taryn say for the next hour,” Quinn smirks, clearly wasted as he chuckles. 

“Just because you’re making millions every year doesn’t mean you have to do insane shit like this,” you laugh as Quinn stares you down. “Fucking stop it, I’m not taking your money.”

“Cause you’re a pussy,” Quinn slurs as he slams his hands onto the table. “Take the money!”

“Okay you’re cut off buddy,” Jack slings his arm around Quinn’s shoulder. “C’mon let’s-“

“Fine I’ll do it,” you lean across the table, matching Quinn’s stare. “Let’s go bitch.”

Taryn, Jack, Luke, and Matthew are staring at you and Quinn wide eyed, unsure of if they should intervene in whatever pissing contest the two of you are in the middle of. 

“You’re really gonna let me and Jack be in charge of you,” Taryn asks warily and you shrug. “Your funeral. More shots!”

Three rounds of shots later and everyone at your table is giggling and making jokes. You’re completely sitting on Matthew’s lap at this point, arms casually strung around his neck as he squeezes you close. 

Quinn had disappeared a little while back and Luke is currently not so inconspicuously making out with the waitress who’d just gotten off her shift. Jack and Taryn are whispering in the corner of the booth and you watch them with curious eyes. You know they’re planning something insane for you to do but you can’t hear them over the pounding music in the club. 

Your body is keyed up, equal parts adrenaline and alcohol coursing through you as you wiggle on Matthew’s lap. He groans and squeezes your hips in a tight hold. 

“Stop moving so damn much,” Matthew whispers against your neck as he tries to hold you in place. “Or your seat is about to get real uncomfortable.”

“We have a new challenge,” Jack smirks at you, pulling you away from Matthew’s words even as a blush spreads across your cheeks. “It’s a good one too.” 

“I’m ready, hit me with your best shot.”

“We go down the street to the wedding chapel, we take some pictures of you with some random guy, and then we send them in the family group chat and act like you got eloped.”

“What the fuck,” you spit out between bouts of laughter. “How did you even think of that?”

Taryn grins and turns to Jack, “Between the two of us there’s a lot of evil genius going on here.”

“Alright let’s go,” you shuffle off of Matthew’s lap and out of the booth. You’re barely standing for ten seconds before his hands are on your waist again. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get rid of Matty long enough to ask someone to pose for a photo with me.”

Taryn gasps excitedly as she looks between the two of you, “Perfect! We can pretend you two got eloped! I think both of our moms would die if they saw that.”

You snort as you start to make your way down the street, “I think my mother would kill me if I actually got eloped in Vegas.”

The two blocks to the chapel go by quickly, the four of you standing in front of neon letters and flashing lights. The retro themed chapel boasts 24 hour wedding services and their reputation as the elopement destination of the stars. 

“Ohhh they even have one of those convertibles you can take pictures in,” Taryn gasps as she spots the neon pink car. “I bet you could even get a veil!”

You’re laughing so hard that you don’t even notice Taryn going inside the chapel. When she comes back she’s bouncing around excitedly as she looks between you and Matthew. 

“It’s only $75 to get married,” Taryn smirks. “I think you two should do it.” 

“That would definitely make the Christmas card,” Jack nods enthusiastically. “Do it!”

“I’m not eloping right now,” you scoff as you cross your arms. “I would not make it home alive!”

Jack and Taryn only glance at each other before your brother speaks up, “You still have about 10 minutes left of the hour so… you won’t win Quinn’s bet if you say no.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” your voice rises a few octaves as you look from Jack and Taryn to Matthew who has a smirk on his lips. “Why are you smirking? I don’t like that.”

“What, you don’t wanna marry me? C’mon baby,” Matthew coos as he steps closer to you while you laugh. “Promise I’ll make a good husband.”

Matthew is too close, clouding your brain with dangerous thoughts as you meet his eyes. In one quick movement, his lips are pressed against yours, Jack and Taryn cheering excitedly in the background as you enthusiastically kiss Matthew back. When you pull apart your chest is heaving as he holds you close. 

“Should I get down on one knee?” Matthew grins widely, his eyes bright as he watches you. 

“Baby, the only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me is when his face is between my legs,” you relish in the way Matthew drops his jaw, his fingers digging into your side. “C’mon Tkachuk before I change my mind.”

The rest of the night is a blur between taking shots and reciting your vows to Matthew. After you’d officially tied the knot Taryn insisted on taking about a thousand photos of you and Matthew with your insistence that none of them actually go to the family group chat. Taryn easily agreed and once she was satisfied her and Jack ran off to the casinos leaving you with your husband. 

“Sooo,” Matthew grins as he pulls you closer. You had changed into a short white dress before your impromptu marriage, the fabric clinging tightly to your hips. “Does this mean we get to consummate the marriage?” 

“If you buy me pizza and tell me I’m pretty,” you laugh as you walk away from Matthew. He catches up quickly, arms wrapping around you as his lips find your neck once again.

“Baby, you’re fucking stunning,” he groans as he holds you close. “And I’d buy a damn pizza chain to keep you in my arms all night.”

“Okay then hubby, lead the way,” you giggle as Matthew chases you down the street, both of you alive with joy as you run the rest of the way back to your hotel.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #brady tkachuk #nina writes

[undoing-anobrains]

bartender *

minors dni

wordcount: 2.4K

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

You felt very much out of place backstage surrounded by talented musicians, some of which you'd idolised for years, even if it was just from behind the bar. You wouldn't have been in the position if it weren't for your best friend who had convinced you to sign up to work for this company with her for a laugh, thinking you'd only be pulling pints for the crowd who were too pissed to comment on the size of the heads on said pints and turning away rowdy teenage lads hoping to use their fakes. Until you both arrived earlier that day and discovered that she had been assigned to that area but you were being sent alongside a few others to man the bar backstage which only the performers had access to.

It was quieter than you expected but you supposed that made sense given the constantly busy stages. A crowd of people would come in and order drinks after their performance and eventually filter out after a few minutes leaving the place dead again. Trying to make yourself  look busy you polished the same spot on the counter with a cloth and chatted idly to the three others who'd gotten roped into serving backstage.

Glancing up at the clock you realised that the headliners of the night would be finishing up momentarily and once they had been taken care of and left, you guys could close up the bar and go home for the night. And sure enough there was an influx of people into the previously empty space. Unlike the prior customers they were a large group seemingly including the band's entire team.

You hadn't looked into the line-up for the festival since it was so last minute when your best friend signed you both up to work at it so you were trying to peer into the crowd of faces in an attempt at subtly recognising one of them and determining who they were. Unfortunately though you were struggling to place any of them and instead busied yourself with pouring beers from the taps and measuring out glasses of wine and other spirits as requested.

There were a few cocktails here and there too which you were internally screaming at because the most experience you had with cocktails was drinking them so you were fairly clueless as to what the actual ingredients were for most of them. You'd never bartended before this as well so it was a recipe for disaster. Luckily your co-workers seemed to know what they were doing, or at least they did more than you, so you let them handle the more complex drinks.

Once the bar was calming down and everyone who had already been served their drinks moved out of the way to go sit at the tables dotted around the space you realised who had been playing. Mainly because the very identifiable frontman had wandered up to the counter and taken a seat on one of the stools directly opposite you.

Trying your best to remain composed you greet him warmly as he settles at the bar. Matty looked a bit exhausted but still had that magnetic charm about him. You were more of a casual listener but you knew your best friend would be going absolutely insane if she knew who you were going to be serving. He leaned against the bar and smiled, making eye contact with you "So..." he started and his voice was way more captivating than you expected "is there a reason everyone is queuing for the other bartenders that I'm missing or are they just intimidated by pretty girls?"

You're taken aback by how forward he is but at the same time this seems very in character for him based on the videos your best friend constantly sends you of their latest concert "I wish I could say it was the latter," you find yourself admitting "but this is my first time bartending and I don't really know what I'm doing so it's probably for the best."

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your honesty "you could've fooled me love. Think you can handle me?"

Oh fuck. Your brain was going haywire because of the stupid pet name. It had already been reeling from him calling you pretty just moments ago but this was so much worse. Especially with the addition of his question - could you handle him? In that moment you come to the conclusion that you'd really like to try. So you tell him just that "Of course," with a challenging "do your worst."

His eyes are firmly fixated on you now and he almost seems amused by your response. Nevertheless, he gives in to your bait "get me a bottle of malbec will you...an old fashioned and two pints."

"The whole bottle?" You echo, albeit teasingly "good thing you've already performed...wouldn't want it to make your finger work sloppy."

Now Matty appeared even more interested by you "cute," he hums thoughtfully "but I can assure you darling that even with it, my finger work is more than adequate."

It shouldn't be this easy for his words to affect you but the insinuation has you thoroughly flustered even if you started it. "Good to know," is all you can manage to say in response as you finish fixing the drinks he ordered.

Then you pull a rather impulsive move and find yourself scribbling a note on the paper in the pocket of your apron and ripping it off, folding it up as small as you can but hopefully large enough that he realises what you've done. You pass him his drinks and he makes two journeys over towards one of the tables in the back where you can now see the rest of the band sitting down.

Just then you feel a gentle touch on your hand. Startled you look up and find Matty standing there with a faint smirk on his face. His fingers wrapped gently around yours and he slips something to you out of view of the other staff behind the bar. The sheer contact was enough to send a tingling sensation down your spine. "Thanks love," he says casually before letting go of your hand and returning to his friends.

When he's out of view and nobody's looking in your direction you open the palm of your hand to find a fifty dollar bill in it and the tiny piece of paper you had previously given him returned with a barely legible 'yes' scrawled below your much neater 'meet me after?'

Although your mind is anywhere but where it should be, you help the others wipe down the bar and start to close. Polishing glasses is dull work but it gives you the best view of Matty so you do your job dutifully and try to focus so you finish faster. The band and their crew slowly start to filter out of the bar, chatter spilling from their lips as they loudly talk of an after party happening else where. Matty is the last of them to leave, slowly striding out of the room and sending you a purposeful look before he’s out of sight.

There was no way of misinterpreting that look Matty had sent you though. Dark eyes clouded over with lust, soft peach skin and a lip bite that could be described as nothing less than seductive. You couldn’t walk fast enough away from the empty bar once you’ve finished cleaning up after them.

The bathroom in question was just a left turn and three doors down from the bar and once you arrive at the door you force yourself to take a couple of deep breaths. It was beyond fathomable that just behind this door coated with chipped white paint was Matty. Matty, waiting for you.

Pulling down on the handle gently, you tug it open, ignoring the tentative shake of your knuckles and the anticipation creeping up your spine. Leaning nonchalantly against the edge of the sink, ever present smirk spread across his cheeks was Matty, He ran as hand through his slicked back hair and sent a teasing smile in your direction.

“I’m surprised you came this quickly pretty girl,” he comments letting the nickname drip smoothly from his lips “so eager already.”

A light blush travels down your neck at Matty calling you pretty again. God was it addicting, you were already craving to hear him utter those words in that sultry tone again.

“Shy?” Matty quirks an eyebrow before you even have time to respond to his original remark “didn’t seem like it when you were making jokes about my fingers and giving me the eyes baby.”

“I’m not.”

“What was that?” He sends you a teasing glance “I didn’t quite hear you there.”

You repeat yourself embarrassingly quick at his command and seeing how quickly you obey brings a wide grin to his face.

“Tell me something darling are you going to be a good slut and make this worth my while or are you going to stay over there like a shy little thing.”

Your fingers loop into the belt holes of his trousers and you undo the belt before pulling them carefully, sliding gently until they pool around his ankles. The outline of Matty’s hardening cock was enough to make you pause and stare for a moment, already practically drooling and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Then you drop to your knees before him, your hands finding a home on his surprisingly firm thighs.

You pull Matty’s boxers down his thighs, exposing his dick which was becoming increasingly hard. He was breathtaking: veiny and bigger than you expected and you have to stifle the moan that nearly escapes your mouth at the mere sight of it. But of course it was beautiful, it was his.

Lapping your tongue experimentally at the tip of Matty’s cock you lick the drop of precum glistening at the surface. This had to be heaven, sure you were on your knees in a dirty bathroom still in your work uniform but being there with him was transformative. You move on to lick from the tip all the way down to the base of his cock multiple times, slathering it in your spit and pure desire. Matty glances down at your with an expression you can’t quite read as you look up through your lashes at him and take the head of his cock into your mouth once more and hollow your cheeks.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re doing so good for me. Fucking made to suck my cock weren’t you.”

You blush at the praise and the feeling of his cock brushing against the back of your throat repeatedly. You move further down, taking more and more into your mouth. Bobbing your head you feel strong hands grip into your hair and tug it roughly.

Upon glancing up you notice how dark his eyes have gone and before you know it he’s guiding your head until your nose is pressed against the skin just above his balls and held there. You gag around it at first but eventually became accustomed to the feeling of the obstruction in your throat and swallow it further and further.

"Take it all the way in slut,” Matty commands you “swallow around it baby, go on. I know you can do that, can’t you.”

You do just that, wanting to do anything to please him and as you do you hear a deep groan come from the throat of the man above you and you can tell by the shaky breaths and gasps he was letting out the longer you kept him there that he was growing close to his release. Just as you feel him twitch, Matty yanks your hair harsher than before and thrusts into your mouth, pounding against the back of your throat rapidly to the point where you feel a stream of salty tears trickle down your cheeks because of the intensity and speed your face is getting fucked at.

Matty smirks in satisfaction at how you shake, body convulsing as your eyes shine with tears and the little water marks on your cheeks from previous tears glisten in the dim light. You truly look beautiful there he thinks, on your knees and just taking everything he has to give you.

“That’s my good little slut,” Matty mumbles, sweetness dripping from his tone despite the obvious juxtaposition between his words and voice “you look so, so pretty crying like this for me.”

“Can’t take it much longer,” you all but whine when you come up for air “I know you’re close baby, cum for me.”

A final teasing lick of the tip of his cock and a few meaningful pumps of his shaft cause Matty to cum, leaving ropes of the salty white substance in your mouth. To which you swallow with a smirk before taking Matty’s dick fully back into your mouth to lick it clean.

“Such a good girl for me,” Matty beams “you took such good care of me darling.”

You look away bashfully, unsure what else to say but “thank you.”

A calloused hand from years of playing guitar then cups your chin and tilts it upwards so you’re forced to make eye contact with Matty. “I think you deserve a little reward darling.”

It would have been embarrassing to observe how you perk up with eagerness at the idea of Matty giving you a reward if you weren’t so fucking horny. You’d been growing restless and needy while getting him off and you could only hope he’d reciprocate the favour.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You dare to ask.

Matty grins “you’ll have to wait and see love, think you can hang on until we get back to my hotel?”

The thought of waiting even longer for him to return the pleasure you were so desperately craving seemed torturous in that moment but you were also dying to leave the grimy bathroom so you nod and slowly stand up on your shaky knees. Matty looks more pleased than he should be as you slightly wobble and have to place one hand on the sink and another on his thigh to get up.

“Let’s go,” you say with an air of confidence and you can’t wait to see where the night will take you.

#I kind of hate this #but like lolla matty brainrot #the 1975 #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 smut #george daniel #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 8 bar | words: 747

did i use two tiktok sounds in this one? yes. yes, i did. am i sorry or ashamed? not in the slightest

enjoy <33

“We’re going out tonight,” Barty said without any preamble.

“Hello to you too, Bartemius,” Regulus replied with an eye roll. “Should I congratulate you on this decision or pity you?” His friend laughed at that.

“No, you didn’t get it. We are going out tonight,” the other guy said, emphasizing the word ‘we’. Regulus stiffened at the statement.

“Fuck off, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, going back to painting his nails.

“Yes, you are! You’ve been moping ever since that Max guy...

“Matty.”

“Same shit, anyways—he left you for some chick! C’mon, Reggie, it’ll be fun; maybe you’ll even get lucky and get some." Barty continued, catching his attention at the last part. Yeah, maybe a rebound with some stranger would make him feel better.

“What should I wear?” There was a loud ‘woohoo’ from the other end of the line, and then Barty started talking about outfits Regulus should put on.

***

An hour later, they both stood at the entrance to the pub called Thirteen Needles, waiting for Evan and Pandora. It didn’t look like a stereotypical British pub with its unmatched chairs and sofas and some colorful lamps thrown around the place. All in all, it was a nice place.

When the dark-skinned siblings showed up, they only managed to smoke half a cigarette each.

“Looking good, Reggie,” Pandora said as Evan approached Barty and started kissing him eagerly. Regulus looked down at his clothes; he wore a black DIY sleeveless crop top with Marina’s Electra Heart cover, tight black pants, and low Docs. Yeah, he looked good.

In response, he just smiled at the blonde girl, making a gesture to come in.

All four of them sat at a table with high chairs, not far from the bar. After their second round of tequila shots, Pandora leaned closer to him. “The bartender is looking at you like you’re the eighth wonder of the world,” she whispered in his ear. Immediately, he turned around to see the man she was talking about, and he was met with the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. The guy noticed him looking and smiled the brightest smile, at which Regulus spit his drink a little. The bartender had the audacity to chuckle at that.

Regulus turned back to his friends, thinking about the rebound he had considered earlier. He ended his drink in one big gulp, putting the glass back down with a thud.

“Anyone wants anything? No? Good” Regulus said this quickly, jumping from his stool and heading straight for the bar.

When he got there, the Pretty Eyes Guy was busy with another customer, and Regulus had time to look at him properly.

The Guy looked like some Latino god with his tanned skin, well-built arms covered in patchwork tattoos, messy hair, and gold accessories—glasses, earrings, and a single signet on his left hand’s middle finger. He had nice hands, Regulus thought.

When it was his turn to order, The Guy’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Oh god, he had such a nice, deep voice.

“Um, one long island, please.” His voice, on the other hand, sounded like he just had a stroke.

“On it” The Guy winked and started preparing his order. Throughout the whole thing, Regulus's eyes continued to follow his movements. At some point, the guy smirked and said, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to catch a cold,” and it was Regulus turn to chuckle.

“Oh, nice one…”

“James” The Guy, James, filled in, stealing a glimpse.

“Nice one, James,” Regulus said softly.

When James finished preparing his drink and Reg took out his phone to pay for it, the bartender shook his head. “On the house. Enjoy…”

“Regulus”

“Oh. Oh, I like that." James smiled that bright smile again, and Regulus only winked in response.

He went to order three more times, only flirting innocently. He found the courage to speak his mind when he got there for the fifth time.

“So, listen, James. Would-“

“I’m off at one and live just down the street,” the bartender interrupted, tilting his head and smirking at him. “My roommate is out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar,” he added, lowering his voice.

And Regulus, well, he just laughed at James. How can someone be so good-looking and talk so badly?

Either way, as Barty said, he got really lucky and actually got some.

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[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

I’m not saying the bartender!matty brainrot is still active and thriving it is and I’m going insane. With that said. Imagine typing the idea out and sending a tiny snippet to your best friend, then say you’re going to bed right after, immediately closing the app and watch them lose their mind in your notifications

#kirke’s inner dialog #I strongly recommend doing this #I’m having so much fun with this #bartender!matty #also I have so many thoughts on bartender!Matty and one does involve a cowboy hat

[finalgirllx]

Mattheo Riddle

*-denotes nsfw Writing body worship* hickeys* gamer headcanons* tattoo artist au hair headcanons* daddy kink blurb* mattheo's nurse* bartender mattheo au* when you're jealous thought you hated me* mattheo x plus-sized reader* coffee shop drabble AI Images AI series 1 Halloween costume Boyfriend fluff astronomy tower mattheo and enzo white dress-up swimming ghostface! mattheo slice of life pt.1 slice of life pt.2 library crush hockey au tipsy matty flower boy Random Playlist celerydays' gift to me (mc x mattheo art) mattheo x my oc commissioned art goofing off when you're stressed rivals to lovers pov my wine post biblical need

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle ai #mattheo riddle smut #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #benjamin wadsworth #harry potter fanfic #finalgirllx

[abouttofillhisshoes]

If you're all I need - M.H x Reader // pt.5

A/N: this is genuinely my first time writing anything let alone smut (if you can even call it that, it's just Matty being pathetic for about 4 thousand words) TW: for hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Its angsty and sad, i had a hard time writing some of it. Ily @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff for beta reading this monstrosity. I'm dedicating this fic to @sugar-coat-it for being an absolute legend and the sweetest person ever. Enjoy yourselves my loves ❤️

wc: 4.5k

part six

The Sound was like your second home. The flashing lights and too loud music enveloping you in a sort of warm, comforting hug. You were friendly with the staff, never rowdy or disturbing the peace. They knew about you and Mattys' habit, but then again, the whole club was on some substance or other. 

Tobias, the bartender, had told you multiple times to “Please, be careful,” and to “Always check over it, make sure it's not laced,” you took his words to heart, and Matty always assured you his dealer was straight. 

You trusted him with your life, so you took his words at face value. 

Generic club music filled your ears, your drink was already sloshing in your hand, spilling onto the person in front of you. You apologize profusely, and are met with a scoff and an insult. Typical. Not caring, you turn around to dance with Matty. George was somewhere in the crowd, shouting song requests at the DJ like an absolute knobhead. Too many drinks turned him into a club music connoisseur, always knowing better. It was a miracle he hadn't been kicked out yet.

Matty stopped dancing, tapping your shoulder three times in a pattern. Bathroom. Nodding your head, you laugh giddily in anticipation, making your way towards the edge of the crowd. The neon sign glowed, illuminating your face as you walked past it, Matty following close behind. 

Jess, one of the waitresses, saw you heading toward the bathroom. 

She was your mate from school, being only two years older than you. You saw her mouth something along the lines of ‘be safe’. She nodded at you before going back to taking drink orders from the VIP tables. 

The bathroom was always colder than the dance floor, more comfortable. As you turn the corner to go inside, you spot a familiar face. Ruby. The girl from that night. She looks different, exhausted. 

You embrace, her hands shaking against your back. Offering her a line in return, she eagerly agrees. Matty takes out the baggie from the breast pocket of his suit jacket (yes, he had worn a suit jacket to the club), cutting three lines. Patrons walking in and out of the bathroom stopped to stare, eventually walking off muttering “fucking junkies,” under their breaths. You could care less, snorting your line first. 

Time slowed as you lifted your head up in the direction of the entrance, to see a tall figure standing there. George. Fuck. 

Matty was already doing his line when you tapped him on the back, gesturing to the door. You’d been caught. His eyes were wide, switching between you, Matty, and Ruby, who was still hunched over the sink. 

“What the fuck are you lot doing,” He starts, storming toward the three of you. Ruby whispered into your ear, telling you she had to leave. You nod, as calm as possible, giving her a kiss farewell. She smiled her toothy smile, eye bags under her eyes prominent. 

George had grabbed Mattys face, inspecting the faint traces of white powder under his nose, muttering some along the lines of “Jesus Christ mate, what are you doing?”

His eyes made their way to you, the expression on his face a look of pure disappointment.

“Oh fuck off! It's just a bit of blow, what's the big deal? Loads of people do it,” Matty laughs, avoiding George's gaze. You nod your head in agreement. At the end of the day, what was so wrong about wanting to feel good for a few hours? It's not like you were addicted. 

“You cant say shit like that Matty, it fucking scares me,” his voice quivers, shaken up. “Youre fucking enabling each other, how can you not see that?” You roll your eyes, and Matty grabs your wrist, tugging you behind him. George tries to shout after you. 

“Bugger off, George, you're not my mother,” you spit that last word at him, turning around to make eye contact before losing yourself in the crowd. Mattys hand grips yours with such an intensity you’d think he'd want to rip it off of you. You're both heading for the exit, the warm air of the summer night hitting your skin. 

Matty looks at you, his pupils massive. He's sweating, the powder still sticking to his nose. You reach out, brushing it off. It clings to your fingers. You tap his lips, signaling for him to open his mouth, He obliges, parting his pink, rose lined lips. Your finger feels hot in his mouth as you rub it onto his gums. A whimper escapes him, and he looks down at you, eyes filled with one thing and one thing only. Lust.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. Your eyes narrow, and you bring your other hand up to stroke his face.

“What do you want, Matthew?” your voice is steady. You felt in control. 

Another pathetic whine, his legs buckle beneath him as you trailed your hand down his jaw, stopping at his throat. Your fingers wrapped around it, and you could feel his erratic pulse thrumming in his neck. This felt wrong. Very, very wrong. But you don't stop, you never stop.

Your lips finally connect. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue. His breathing quickens, and you tug off his jacket, revealing his bare chest. The faint light of the alley didn't do him justice, but he looked beautiful. Your breath hitches when he loses a hand in your hair, his fingers weaving through it. 

You can hear faint sirens in the background, as well the sound of cars speeding down the highway. 

“George is a tosser, he doesn't know anything,” Matty murmurs against your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. His left hand rests on your waist, drawing endless circles onto your lower back. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “I hope Ruby’s okay though, she looked proper rough.” Matty shakes his head, pushing your face into his chest. The two of you stand there like that, breathing in each other's essence. A strange sense of unease clouds your mind, interrupted by Mattys lips crashing against yours. 

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“Can I pierce you?” 

“No fucking chance you’re going near my body with a needle,” Matty laughs, taking a swig from the bottle of champagne in his hand. You wanted to practice, and Rome wouldn't let you do any more on him. You sigh, laying back on your elbows, staring at the ceiling. 

“D’you even have the proper supplies or anything? Let me guess, Rome has converted you.” You nod, confirming his suspicion of Rome’s involvement. You plead with him further, and he inevitably gives in. 

“If you fuck it up, i will never forgive you.” you laugh at him, slightly tipsy but still in control of yourself. “You have to chill, mate, it's just me shoving a needle into your body.” 

“What do you wanna do? I was thinking maybe a second ear piercing or-” you cut him off 

“I wanna pierce your nipples, that's the one i haven't done yet” you say, trying to sound nonchalant. Truthfully, your heart was racing at the thought of doing it. His was too. 

“Are you sure? I don't want my nipples to disintegrate. It's quite a turn off, y’know? Not having any.” you roll your eyes at him, turning around to get the piercing kit Rome had given you as a late birthday present.   

It contained various needles, disinfectant wipes and starter jewelry. Matty had already laid down onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. 

Tearing the wipe open with your teeth, you turn around to face him. His breathing is unsteady, you can tell 

“Calm down, it'll just be a pinch. I know what I'm doing,” he grins, brushing his hair out of his face. “We both know that's not true, but I trust you.” I trust you. The words reverberate through your skull, making you smile. 

You wipe the needle first, then his chest. Using a pen, you mark where you want the jewelry to go. He had picked out a black, circular barbell. Fitting. 

“Ok, just like, take a deep breath. You can't move” your voice is low, your hands trailing up his chest. It felt intimate, seeing him like this. 

“Just do it, I'll be alright,” he shuffles slightly against the sheets of the bed, gripping  them between his fingers. You know he thinks you won't notice, but he's nervous. You press a kiss next to his mouth, your eyes never leaving his. 

Taking a breath to steady your hands, you push through the bud. You expect him to wince, maybe even cry. They were supposed to be quite painful. 

Instead, he moans. Oh? You cock an eyebrow at him, noticing he’s beat red. The sight makes you giddy. He’s enjoying this. 

A small tear rolls down his cheek as he twitches against the mattress. The look on his face is clear. Desperation. 

His hands relax slightly, and you push the jewelry through. 

“G-god dammit, fuck.” The noise is like music to your ears. He grew redder, if that was even possible. His eyes lock with yours. He's embarrassed. A grin spreads onto your face as you flick the jewelry, looking to elicit another reaction. 

Your experiment proves correct, and he lets out a pathetic whimper, slapping his hand over his mouth to stifle it. Too late.

“Do you like it when I hurt you?” you ask, taking in the sight before you. Matty was sprawled across your bed, panting like a dog, skin flushed a light pinkish hue. His chest moved up and down rapidly, his hand covering half of his face. 

His response is a slight nod, eyes searching yours for your reaction. You offer him a smile, your heart full of love. He trusted you that much. He trusted you enough to hurt him. 

“We’ll do one today, save the other for later?” you suggest, your hand playing with his curls. He blinks back tears, nodding at you. His arms reach out for you, pulling you on top of him. Your chests press together, and he winces at the pressure on his piercing. Your lips move against each other, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan at the intrusion, he props himself up on his elbows, looking for leverage. You don't give it to him, pushing him down.

He pulls away, eyes raking over your frame. Grinning, he bites his lip provocatively. Your fingers move to his eyes, smearing his eyeliner down his face. He laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as you grind down onto him. Only slightly, never giving him what he really wants. 

He looks fucked out, raw. You still, getting off him with a wink. He looks at you puzzled, wondering if he did something wrong. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“I know what you want, and I'm not going to give it to you. Not until you earn it.” He sits up, eyes silently pleading with you. Pleasepleasepleaseplease. He begged, you could see it on his face. 

“Let's go out, I'm bored,” he shuddered at your words, getting up from his position. Walking over to your wardrobe, he pulled out a shirt of yours to wear. He was going to play your game.  

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“Let's do something fun! Lets go decorate plates or something,” you suggest, your words being met with an eye roll from Matty. 

“You're taking the piss, I'd be torn apart if I was seen decorating plates” He laughs, pushing you off to the side. You were walking down an empty street, the sun shining slightly between the clouds. It was fairly warm. 

You neared a hobby shop, dragging Matty in with you, filtering out his groans of protest “Oh for fucks sake, let me go!” he huffs, pulling his arm out of your grasp. You raise your eyebrows at him, a slight smile creeping into your face. He smiles back at you, reluctantly turning towards the large selection of rhinestones in front of him. 

You picked out your favorite colors, giddily holding them as Matty selects a pack of white ones. On the way out, you grab a pack of lighters, one white, one a dark hue of grey. The cashier hands you your change, wishing you a nice rest of your day. With a wide grin on your face, you do the same.

Matty fidgets with the hem of his shirt as the both of you leave the shop. Walking aimlessly, you eventually settle on a park bench, spreading out your supplies. He groans, trying to pick the rhinestones off to glue them on, clearly struggling. You help him, your fingers ghosting over his as you take the plastic sheet out of his hands. 

He had taken the black lighter out of the pack, and was now gluing stones onto it with laser-focus, not wanting to mess up. You took the grey one, paring it with pink rhinestones. Your initials brandished the side once you finished. 

Matty had done the same, even if the letters were a bit crooked. M.H was glued hastily onto the side of his, some of the rhinestones barely hanging on. He smiled at you as you swapped lighters, now holding his.

It looked exactly like the one you had destroyed. A shiver crept up your spine, memories of that night flashing into your mind. The pure rage you had felt, watching the plastic splinter off onto the pavement. The images of Matty plaguing you. 

But that was before. Before he had kissed you. You felt differently now, but still, a feeling of unease spread through your body as you flicked it on and off, watching the flame dissipate.

His hand was touching your, he was saying your name 

You look up, your eyes meeting his. He smiles. 

“Do you like it? I tried my best to make it not look like shit,” his voice was timid, a hint of insecurity could be heard. “I love it,” you assure him, putting the lighter into your pocket. 

“Do you like yours? I know they are not the manliest of colors, but-” 

“I love it because you made it, that's all that matters,” he cut you off, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. 

You feel your heart flutter at his words, doing backflips in your chest. 

He pulled out his red cigarette case, pulling out a baggie filled with weed. The two of you had promised to stay sober today, but you nodded as he asked you if you wanted to smoke. You get out your papes and filters, rolling it for him. 

He had stopped making comments, instead watching you lick the spliff closed with such an intensity, you thought you would catch on fire. His eyes bore into you as you lit up, and you hand it to him to take the first drag. How the tables have turned

His lips wrap around the filter, breathing in deeply, letting the sensation take over his body. He hands it to you, his hands shaking slightly. Your lipstick rubs off on the spliff, painting the filter with a red rim. 

You hold each other, sitting on the park bench, passing the joint back and forth for what felt like hours, until it dwindled out. The streetlamps had come on, one flickering on and off in the distance. The moon peaked out though the clouds, the blue light only making him look more beautiful. 

You observed his face, his eyes drooping slightly as the high took over him. He let out deep breaths, his chest rising and falling slowly. Your fingers were intertwined, his hands felt warm against your skin. Every so often, he would twitch slightly against you. 

The sun had almost set, barely even there as night took over the sky. The people in the park had gone home, only the occasional dog walker passing by you, quietly saying hello. 

“What are we?” his voice pierced through your heart, making it bleed into your chest.

“I dont know.” you answer, pulling him closer. You stayed like that, your bodies melding together until you both fell asleep, his soft snores filling the empty park

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 “I just got off the phone with Ross, he wants to hang at their place.” you shout up the stairs. Matty was in the shower, the hot water steaming up the glass of the mirror. 

“Sure, we haven't been over there in a while, innit? It’d be nice to have us all in one place again,” he answers, his voice amplified through the echo of the shower. 

You were draped across his couch, watching the news. The TV spokesperson droned on, boring you half to death with stock market statistics. You switch it off, sighing as you got up. Opening the door to the bathroom, you see Matty standing in front of you. A grey towel hung low on his waist, barely hanging on. Your breath hitches at the sight. 

“Yeah?” he asks, shaving cream covering his face and neck. Jesus Christ. 

“I need to do my makeup, move.” you shove him out of the way, riffling through his bathroom drawer, looking for the makeup bag you had left there. Sure enough, you find it, the red material sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the towels and colognes filling the space.

You start doing your eyes, lining your waterline with a deep blue. Matty continues shaving next to you, nearly nicking his skin more than once. You make eye contact in the mirror multiple times, blushing as you look away. God, you're so pathetic. 

He scoots past you and makes his way towards his room, presumably to go and change. The urge to follow him is strong, but you stay in your current position, looking at him as he walks away. You hear the bedroom door close, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Finishing up your routine, you go back downstairs and sit on the couch, waiting for Matty. He takes an oddly long time, and you can hear him shuffling around in his room. You wonder what he's doing, absentmindedly playing with the posh table decor his mother had set on the table. 

Eventually, deciding he's taking too long, you walk over to the window located in his kitchen and crack it open. Lighting your cigarette, your eyes travel up and down the street. Children ride by on their bikes, their older siblings chasing after them. The occasional family walks by, waving hello at you before returning to their conversation. You ash into the sink. 

A little girl makes eye contact with you. She reminds you of yourself, eyes full of innocence and naïveté, her rose colored dress blowing in the wind. You take a drag of your cigarette, watching as she walks by. 

“You ready?” a voice says behind you, making you jump, almost banging your head against the wall you were leaning against. You turn around, seeing Matty in front of you. He has your jumper on, the red one. It's freshly washed and pressed, paired with a blue pair of loose fitting jeans. His hair is messy as always, the blonde highlights sticking out, framing his face.

“You need to start giving me my clothes back,” you say, gesturing to his top. 

“Only if you cough up mine,” he says with a laugh, pointing at your pants. They were, in fact, his. 

“Touché.” you shrug, walking past him, grabbing his wrist to pull him after you. Throwing your cigarette into the trash, the both of you put on your shoes. 

It's sunny outside, and you can see Matty sweating in his your jumper, but you don't say anything. You stop by the corner shop on your way there, buying a pack of fags for Matty. 

The cashier tucks her hair behind her ears as the both of you walk up to the counter to pay. He asks for parliaments, and she hands them to him 

“That’ll be 6 quid,” leaving the sentence open “and your number?” she asks him, batting her eyelashes. The question makes you freeze, eyes on Matty. It seems to take him by surprise, he sucks in a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak: 

“Nah, that's alright, this is my girl right here,” he takes your hand, lifting it up. His girl. You nod timidly, and the girl apologizes. “You're so cute together,” she comments, giving you the fakest smile you've ever seen. You shoot one back.

“Jesus, sorry mate, didn't want to let her down too hard. Soz for using you as a cover.” A cover? Was that what that was? 

“No big thing, glad my gender could be of service,” you try to sound unbothered, grinning at him the best you can. Your heart deflated in your chest, a weight crushing down on it. You were his mate, not his girl. That was clear now. 

The rest of the walk is spent with headphones in your ears. Micheal Jackson's “Bad” played, drowning out your thoughts. 

The hallway leading to the flat is cold, the white marble almost too white, like it had been recently cleaned. Matty bangs on the door, yelling at Ross to open up. He does.

“Jesus Matty, there's this thing called a doorbell-” “Stop fucking me off and let us in,” Matty pushes past a very offended Ross, stalking into the livingroom. You trail behind him, seeing George come into your line of sight. 

Your breath hitches. This is the first time you’ve seen him since that night. He looked uncomfortable, eyes darting around the room. It smells clean in the flat, and you assume Hann had had another one of his cleaning frenzies. 

Adam’s sitting on the sofa, and so was george. They looked tense. Matty was in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea. You sit down next to Hann, watching Ross make himself comfortable on the giant sofa chair. The air is thick, full of something you can't recognise. 

“Matty, can you maybe sit down?” Adam says, his voice deep and tired. He obliges, sitting down on the edge of the sofa chair next to Ross. Mattys hand holds the mug of tea, tapping his fingers against the ceramic. George is fidgety next to you, rolling and unrolling his sleeves, letting out uncomfortable coughs every few seconds. You narrow your eyes, cocking your eyebrow at him. He shakes his head. 

“We know you’ve been using,” Hann’s voice cuts through the silence. Mattys head perks up. 

 “Blow? Seriously?” 

“What about it?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. Fuck. Matty clears his throat before speaking.

“What she said– what does it matter? It's just blow, nothing special. Everyones on it, y’know.” His voice comes out rough, deep. 

“Its fucking horrible, how can you do that to yourselves?” The question comes from George. He told them 

“You fucking told them? Are you taking the absolute piss?” you sound harsh, he looks at you with wide eyes. Matty laughs maniacally, setting down his mug on the coffee table. The tea sloshes onto the glass, dirtying it. 

“Ohh- I get what this is-” he looks at you, shaking his head. “This, my love,” he gestures to the three men sitting around you “Is their pathetic attempt at an intervention.” You scoff, looking at Ross, who confirms his statement. 

“We’re worried about you two, just– “ Matty walks over to you, cutting him off. You get up, nodding at him in silent agreement. You needed to get the fuck out of here. Now. 

“Youre all a bunch of fucking tossers, what do you care what we do? It doesn't affect you!” 

George speaks up: “Of course it affects us, you're our best mates, for fucks sake.” His voice trails off, seeing you ignore him made his heart hurt. What did they know? They shouldn't fucking talk about things they had no clue about.

“Fuck you guys, honestly,” Matty spat, his eyes full of hatred “C’mon love, they probably don’t want two dirty junkies in their living room, hm?” You're already at the door, pushing it open. Hann yells after you, but you ignore him. Absolute asshole, staging an intervention like you were lost addicts. Fuck him. 

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You're back at Mattys place. You don't talk about what happened in the flat, you just hold each other. He had switched both of your phones off on the walk back. Adam was calling both of you like a crazy ex, begging you to come back and talk. You ignore him. 

The curtains are drawn closed, painting the room in darkness. The only light is coming from the TV neither of you is paying attention to. 

“D’you fancy a line?” he asks, grinning down at you. You agree, getting off of him. He cuts two lines, letting you snort yours as he watches. It hits you like a truck, the feeling of pure euphoria. How can something that was ‘bad for you’ be this good? It made no sense. You mentally curse at Adam for trying to act like your parent. He had no fucking right. 

Matty started deeply into your eyes as you climbed back on top of him, straddling his lap. Once again, there's purple glitter around his eyes, shimmering in the light of the TV. He smirks at you provocatively, locking your lips with his. He kisses you with passion, moving his lips in sync with yours. He pulls away. 

“You,” he starts, punctuating the word with a kiss to the edge of your mouth “are a work of art.” 

You smile at his words, threading your hand into his hair, tugging hard. He whimpers into your mouth, twitching beneath you. 

“You're hard.” you state, pressing a kiss to his jaw, biting down. He moans again, arching his back. 

“I–,” he starts, interrupted by your hand reaching down and squeezing him through his pants. He pulses in your hand, begging. Another pathetic whine, his hips buck into your hand. 

An idea pops into your head, and you slowly get off of him. He protests, his eyes watching you stand up next to him. He looks so beautiful like this, breathing heavily and painfully hard.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, Matthew." You can see him twitch as the words leave your lips. 

"Go on, give me a show.”

#y'all weren't ready for this #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #tw:drugs #matty the 1975 #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x you #matty x you

[lottiecrabie]

Can we PLEASE get more George content. I’m a certified George girly..

i want to!!! i have so many ideas trotting in my head and i am writing so little so i truly don’t know when i’ll finally get to it but i swear it’s on my mind

#maybe……. linecook!matty and bartender!george threesome? #ask

[abiiors]

august

a/n: another fic set in italy? mmm, maybe the author has a type

minors dni!! mentions of alcohol, smut

wc: 4.1k

“there you are. i’ve been looking for you…”

matty’s fingers still on the rim of his glass as soon as the words fall on his ears. it’s a high-pitched voice, girly and excited. it sounds like one of his fans. and that is the last thing he needs right now. 

he sits frozen in his chair, eyes firmly straight ahead, at the bartender cleaning some wine glasses with a rag. if he doesn’t turn around, maybe whoever this is will go away. they’ll get bored of his cavalierness or assume he’s drunk, high, or both. who’d want to deal with a pissy rockstar on an evening as beautiful as this one?

the owner of the voice does not go away. 

“i was talking to you,” she says and he hears the tell-tale scrape of the bar stool next to him being pulled back. 

the girl is definitely somewhere around his age, maybe even a good three or four years younger. she’s dressed for an italian night; a flowy dress, her hair curled in loose waves—or perhaps it’s from the salty air—blows gently with the breeze and still fans her face perfectly. 

she is pretty. matty has seen prettier.

“do i know you?” he asks. sure, there’s a small rude tinge to it but he’s really not in the mood right now. 

on any other day, he’d be all for sacrificing a bit of his personal space to entertain fans. fuck, he’d happily share a drink, especially on a quiet night like this when he’s alone at the bar just sipping on his rum and coke. all they ever do is ask for a photo or a quick chat. if they’re locals they ask if he likes it here. as if his answer validates the existence of an entire town. 

“no,” she replies and smiles wide at him. perhaps a bit too wide. 

“you said you were looking for me…” he feels dumb for even asking it since it’s such an obvious ploy. a line to chat him up at the bar. 

the girl briefly glances over his shoulder and at something behind him. it’s quick, but his paranoid brain tracks the movement. 

“i’m cara,” she says, “can you pretend like you know me?”

the quick shifty glance is back, it simultaneously intrigues and unsettles him. what if this girl is with some tabloids and about to make it his problem?

he can already see the headlines splashed everywhere–

matty healy with a mystery girl in italy. 

has matty healy eloped with mystery girlfriend?

of course, she won’t stay the mystery girl for long if she’s here with the tabloids. she’d get her fifteen minutes of fame. he’d have to find a new hiding spot. and he can’t have this taking away this attention this close to the album release. 

“what do you want?” he asks. it’s quite openly rude at this point but he doesn’t give two shits about it. 

“can you pretend to know me?” she asks again. then she screws her eyes shut. 

a little crease forms between her brows, the first mark of imperfection on her otherwise smooth face. when she opens her eyes again, the too-wide smile is gone. 

“okay this is embarrassing…i was here on a date? he’s behind you—don’t look!” she chastises when he immediately turns around. sure enough, there’s a surly-looking older man at a table right behind him. matty turns around and raises an eyebrow in judgement.

“no, i know!” she whines as if they’re decade-long friends. “he didn’t look like that in his photos.”

“tinder works here?” because somehow that’s the most astonishing thing about all of this. for tinder to even be a thing in this tiny town, nestled—quite literally—between two rocks. 

“yeah! not the point…what’s your name?” 

“matty.”

“no the point, matty,” she continues without taking a second to breathe. “he keeps talking about fish and ugh, they are so slimy! but i think i’m going to fall asleep if i have to hear about italian marine life one more time!”

the indignation in her voice makes him laugh. almost. it would have, if he’d moved on from the barrage of things happening all at once. 

“and then…” he tries to stir her to the crux of this conversation. because something about her face tells him she’s not done ranting about the fish. 

“and then i pretended to run into an old friend, that’s you, by the way,” she points at him with one well-manicured finger, “who i hadn’t seen in years!”

finally, the girl takes a deep breath, gulping in air to make up for all the breathless rambling. “so,” she presses her hands together, almost in prayer, “can you pretend to know me?”

matty looks behind him again at the man. he’s definitely in his forties, fifties even. nowhere near in age to the girl in front of him. and he can’t see the usual signs of a tabloid reporter—his phone is not out, there’s no notepad, no shifty glances towards bushes where there might be other people hidden with a camera. this man only stares at the girl and shoots dirty looks at him. 

“yeah okay,” matty turns back to her, “cara, was it?” 

“yeah…” she trails off. “can i buy you a drink? as a thank you?” then she winces, “and also so we can pretend to, um, catch up?”

matty chuckles. he still doesn’t fully believe that this isn’t an elaborate scheme of some sorts (quite narcissistic of him but oh well). but the more cara speaks, the more he finds himself relaxing in her presence. it’s a…lot. but it’s a good change from the quiet two weeks he’s had. 

“sure,” he says “but only if you tell me more about tinder.”

cara slides a slick black card towards the bartender, asking for a bottle of rouge. she doesn’t care about the good years for wine. the bottle in front of her is older than both of them, possibly even both of them combined. the drink in matty’s hands is almost over, only the vestiges remain with a thin wedge of lime, and she feels like it’s a good evening to drink a bottle of good vintage red. 

especially when her company is as gorgeous as the man in front of her. 

his face is familiar, fascinating—dark, wild curls that frame his face in an effortlessly messy manner. he’s wearing a casual linen shirt that softly settles on him as if it’s made only for him. and maybe it is; he looks the type to ‘invest in quiet luxury’. people don’t just come to remote italian towns alone unless they’re trying to escape. 

“so who are you running from?” it’s meant to be a ha-ha funny joke but she can barely suppress the curiosity in her voice. 

“are you always this direct with strangers?” 

so he doesn’t find it as funny as she does. but cara doesn’t let herself wilt at his tone. it’s not as curt as it was before, which was fair enough. she had stepped into his private bubble on what was probably a quiet evening. 

it also doesn’t slip her notice that he answers one question with another.

“mm, no,” she shrugs, lifting up her glass to clink onto his, “just the pretty ones.”

she’s not usually one to shy away from flirting but this statement surprises her as much as it does him. for one, it’s not meant to be flirty. it’s simply a fact she’s stating. 

the sky is blue, tomatoes are disgusting, and matty is pretty. 

“cin cin,” she lifts up her glass, before taking a swig. 

matty eyes her for a moment, curiosity finally seeping into his eyes, slowly taking her in. it’s not lecherous but it’s also not not interested. she knows when men want her, she knows when they overconfidently think they can have her and she knows when they know they can have her. matty falls under the latter category. 

“so who are you running from?” he echoes. matty rests his chin on his palm, looking up at her through his long eyelashes. 

his wine glass lays abandoned on the counter, barely touched but cara is flattered that he finds her more interesting. 

“not who,” she says, “what. i’m running away from boredom.”

her tone is conspiratorial, a whisper, and matty rolls his eyes. she doesn’t bother correcting his assumption that she’s joking. it doesn’t matter really, they always think what they want to think. she can sense their conversation dying down. maybe they will sit here awkwardly now till her date goes away, maybe she’ll have to make the dreaded small talk but matty surprises her by talking again.

“for the record, i’m not running.” he picks up the glass, swirling it lightly before taking a sip of the wine, “i’m only hiding.”

with half the bottle gone, conversation flows easier than it did in the first fifteen minutes. between sips of the rich and delicious wine, cara has managed to glean that he lives in london and he will fly to new york at the end of this month. 

“a traveller,” she says appreciatively and matty clicks his tongue. 

“a workaholic,” he counters. “where do you go after this?”

“new zealand, i think.”

“you…think?” he raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “a spontaneous traveller?”

it’s her turn to laugh then. “a spoiled nomad.”

that’s her usual explanation for her job. because explaining to people that she can’t stay long in one place for fear of being bored out of her mind feels too shallow, too personal. besides, why does he even need to know more? it’s not like he’s a permanent fixture in her life. 

and what she really doesn’t want to say is that she’s just a silly, frivolous girl chasing one summer after the other. 

“freelance pays well,” she says instead. it’s vague enough.

matty is on his second glass by now, swirling it around mindlessly while he talks to her. she can’t resist looking at his hands. long, graceful fingers, perfect for a pianist but there’s also the callouses on the pads on his fingers. nails cut short and clean but there's also the bitten-down cuticles. 

“are you going to tell me that the wine tastes like…” she deepens her voice comically, putting on a posh, classy french accent, “pears, cherries and the suffering of the peasants.”

it surprises her when matty bursts out laughing. it’s not big and boisterous, it’s boyish, a giggle that just escapes out of him. cara almost wants to coo at how cute his teeth are, crooked and uneven in a charming way instead of the straight, white teeth she’s so used to seeing on people in her world. 

“mm,” he runs his tongue on his bottom lip, licking up a stray drop, “the undertones of young jean-luc’s tears really come through.”

cara laughs distractedly at the joke, much more focused on the way his tongue runs on his lip. a sudden heat flares through her at the sight. how long has it been since she’s been properly fucked? 

the alcohol makes her blood flow faster, freer, and the man in front of her makes electricity course through it. how cliché is it that she wants to sleep with the first gorgeous man she ran into at a bar? but cara only vaguely pays attention to the judgemental part of her brain. 

she leans over, the age old cheap tactic to give guys an eyeful of her cleavage but matty keeps looking into her eyes, right at her.

“you genuinely only used me to get away from your date?” there’s a curiosity in his voice that piques her own. he sounds like he expects there to be more, like they’re not supposed to be strangers. or rather…he’s not supposed to be a stranger to her. 

“are you like, some royal prince or something?” she giggles, “you’re making it sound like i should know you.”

that makes him laugh again, the same giggle from before but a bit dimmed now. “not a prince, no. it’s just before… you said you were looking for me, when you first found me.”

“oh that,” yeah she does remember that. she waves it away, “only something i said for marco, the date, to overhear.”

“still,” he counters, “you said you were ‘looking for me’. you didn’t say ‘oh, i thought it was you,’ or use some random name to cover up the fact that you didn’t actually know me. you said you were looking for me.”

she puffs out her cheek, thinking back to her words. she had indeed said that. “i guess i was… looking for someone to help me out? you didn’t, and don’t take this the wrong way, you don’t look like a local. i assumed anyway, that you would speak english. guess i was right!”

matty slaps a hand on his chest, dramatic and clutching at the soft linen shirt, the material wrinkles and moves under his fingers revealing the hint of a tattoo. 

“you don’t think i look italian?”

“mmm no, too pale,” she teases, “not nearly enough wine drunk on such a pretty night. you were sulking!”

“i was not sulking,” he cries with mock indignation, leaning closer to her now. 

“you were!” she matches his pitch, “brooding even, like a true byronic man. i should have guessed you were english.”

“a byronic man…” matty trails off, “that’s a first.”

they’re close now, leaning in together conspiratorially almost, one pulling the other in with their gravitational pull. cara just wants to let her instincts take over. 

she places a hand on his knee, slowly inching it upward. 

“we could make this a night, you know… stop you from sulking.”

if he’s shocked by her rather bold proposition, he doesn’t show it. matty watches her, warm breath cascading over her face that spreads a layer of goosebumps over her skin. her body feels hot and flush, much less the effect of the warm summer evening and alcohol. 

“i…wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

his fingers trail up her arm, tracing the path of her goosebumps, the small tattoos she’s gotten all over the world—some errant lyrics in costa rica, a skyscraper in new york. matty has his own tattoos too; beautiful ones and shabby ones. numbers on the inside of his wrist and a singular word on the back of it—DAD—that looks like it was done by someone with access to a tattoo gun and a lot of weed. then there’s the one she’d seen peeking between his chest. 

matty’s eyes are blown out, pupils dilating the more he looks at her. 

“fuck…you’re gorgeous,” he says, watching intently as she shies away from his gaze. 

“matty…” cara breathes, his name slipping out from between her parted lips seamlessly. “let’s go.”

their breaths mix with each other; heady, dizzying, and electric. cara doesn’t know if it’s the wine coursing through her body or the man in her arms, but every touch of his fingers makes her see sparks. they grip around her waist tightly, digging through the fabric of her loose dress. they dent into her soft skin and she feels held, supported against his stature. 

“we have to stop kissing long enough,” matty laughs against her mouth. because here they are, lingering in midnight dark italian alleys. racy breaths echoing against ancient cobblestones as they fight to control their teenage lust. 

cara nods frantically, unable to tear her hands away from him for longer than a second. his hair is as soft as she’d imagined it would be, slipping between her fingers now that she musses it up.

“you’re a nymph,” he teases when she sucks on a spot on his neck. but then his hands are back on her chin, guiding her mouth back to his. the kisses that are all urgency—teeth and tongue and lust. they make her see stars. 

somehow they peel away from each other, stumbling for a few more feet, laughing breathlessly when matty pulls her against a wall again to kiss her neck, right above her collarbone in a way that makes her knees go weak. 

“okay, okay,” she tries to push him away. but cara is weak and full of want. “okay,” she says again, “we go back to your room now and i’ll show you,” she nips at his jaw playfully, “i’ll show you what a nymph i can be.”

so he grips at her hand, running along the little alleys giggling to themselves and each other. this is just another hook up for cara, a one night stand with a gorgeous man she met at the bar, nothing she hasn’t done before. but she feels alive like this, young again, back when she used to sneak out of her bedroom at night to hook up with her first boyfriend, the thought that her parents might find her missing adding equal amounts of thrill and fear. 

there are no parents to catch her now, no consequences for sleeping with whoever she wants to. but she misses that thrill. 

matty makes her feel that thrill. 

she bounces on the balls of her feet, impatient and excited while matty fumbles with the keys. the damn door wont open. 

“fuck it,” he curses, pulling her into him again and kissing her already swollen lips. 

sweat rolls down her back out here. she’s dying to feel the cool air of the ac on her skin. she’s dying to feel his hot mouth on her skin, his feverish kisses. 

he finally manages it, to pull himself away from her, to put the right keys in the old-fashioned lock, to make the creaky door swing open. they get jammed into the narrow door, trying to get in at the same time and they burst into a fit of juvenile giggles. 

someone shushes them loudly as their laughter echoes into the quiet of the night. an elderly tenant perhaps but that only intensifies the giggles.

his linen button-down is the first to go as soon as the door shuts—discarded by the door casually. it gets half caught up on the doorknob but neither of them notices, too lost in the kisses again. neither of them bothers to turn on the lights either. 

cara suspects matty knows this room like the back of his hand by now. she doesn’t need to. she can trust him at least in this regard. 

“matty,” she half-speaks, half-moans, “i want you. i want you right now.” it’s a needy and desperate confession and it turns him on even more. 

his hands are fast and nimble, eager to remove the barrier of clothes between them. still, he takes a moment to watch the straps slide down her skin. lips parted in awe and pupils blown out wide. 

cara watches him. simply because he looks beautiful. 

“like what you see?” she teases and watches him swallow roughly. 

it’s certainly a sight—them standing opposite each other, matty in his trousers, her in delicate lace panties that have a bow on them. no bra, because no girl on a holiday in italy should be subjected to one. 

he walks backwards, eyes firmly on her body, lingering in all the places that make her feel like the sexiest woman on earth. he walks backwards till he eventually finds the bed and sits. 

“come here,” he says, beckons more like. so she does—walking with a deliberate sway to his hips that his eyes train on until she’s standing right in front of him. knees touching his. 

“wow,” he says, looking up at her in awe, “wow, you’re beautiful…”

cara knows she’s beautiful, she knows she won the genetic lottery from her attractive parents, it doesn’t make her vain and shallow. but hearing him say the words is still a delight. he makes it sound like he’s consumed by her beauty (even though it’s likely the bottle of red that’s hazing their thoughts), he makes her feel like his own little midnight sun. bright, unique, central to his universe. 

sober cara would never think such stupid thoughts. 

wine drunk cara lets him pull her onto his lap. 

she kisses him again, slow and sensual this time, rolling her hips against his, grinding on the coarse material of his jeans. it’s deliberate torment, a torturous build-up so he could finally relieve the ache between her legs. 

“please,” she breathes, “touch me.”

so he does, gently gripping her waist to keep her in the steady rhythm while his mouth moves down to her breasts. his tongue flicks around her nipple, drawing out a gasp and making her arch her back. she wants more, so much more. 

so cara decides to take charge. 

with one gentle push, matty’s on his back, and she on top. his bulge brushes against her clit, drawing out whimpers. moonlight filters in through the windows, illuminating matty’s face only just so that she can see his swollen lips—red, delicious—she can’t resist stealing another kiss. 

he helps her undo his belt, fingers brushing while they fiddle with the buckle together, laughing into the kiss at their clumsiness but once the belt comes off, so do his jeans and boxers. and then matty hooks a finger in cara’s underwear to slide it down her hips and past her thighs until they’re flung in some corner of the room. 

“so wet,” he moans, lowering her on his abdomen. his erection is pressed against her ass now; she’s ready and aching, eager to feel him. but some shred of common sense still remains. 

“i’m not fucking you without a condom,” she giggles and watches the realisation dawn on his face. 

he shifts under her, reaching for the bedside drawer. the movement makes her hiss with pleasure. all this build-up, and she can’t wait two more seconds for him to put the condom on. 

cara shifts onto his thigh, grinding slightly and pumping his base with one hand until he’s done putting it on. she watches the way his eyes roll back in pleasure; if her hands have this much of an effect, what happens when…

matty’s hands are on cara’s waist, lifting her up and gently guiding down his cock, filling her in inch by inch. she splays a hand on his chest, barely registering his racing heart. all she can focus on is how good he feels; hard and stretching her out. filling her to the hilt. 

“shit baby,” he hisses. his hands grip her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh while she rolls her hips on his pelvis; uses him to get herself off essentially. 

she can already feel a bruise blooming on the back of her thighs where he grips her possessively.

“fuck, you feel good,” she mumbles, already consumed by the feeling of his tip hitting him over and over, in just the right spot. matty’s hand reaches down and between then, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles until she’s screaming his name and practically soaking him with her slick. 

matty moves his hips too, thrusting up, fucking into her till a continuous string of curses falls out of his mouth. his chest glistens with sweat, sticky and warm and beautiful in the moonlight. cara is lost in the pleasure but she traces the outline of a tattoo, the name of another woman. matty is not important enough to her yet to feel anything about the name. but she can appreciate the beauty of it. 

the pleasure builds and builds, her thoughts swirl more and disappear entirely the more he thrusts into her. he’s figured out her pattern—the rhythm that makes her tick and drives her crazy. and even when her thighs burn and tremble, she can’t seem to slow down. 

she just wants to soar up and up and up until…

matty’s hand is between her legs again, flicking her clit so roughly that it makes her cry out. and that’s what drives her over the edge. 

cara moans his name, as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over her. she’s vaguely aware that she gripping onto his shoulders tightly, vaguely aware that she can feel his cock twitching inside her. maybe he’s cumming too but this isn’t about him. 

gasping, cara throws her head back, letting the orgasm wash over her. the loud, filthy, wet sounds are softer now, slower in pace as they both come to a stop. no one says a word—there is no ‘oh that was so good’ or ‘let’s do that again’. there are only their breaths, out of sync and loud.

cara slumps forward, resting her warm cheek on matty’s chest, hearing his heart beating loudly in her ear. she feels…happy. probably just post sex endorphins. but she still relishes the feeling of matty’s hand threading through her hair, gently lulling her into sleep. 

she doesn’t know how long they stay like that, but she has already drifted off by the time matty’s heart beat returns to normal.

i would love to know your thoughts pls <33 (this is scheduled but i am lurking like a ghost tihi)

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helloo can you write something on actress readerxmatty? 👉👈

sorry u sent this 103747294 million years ago i Hope ur still around to see this

(minors dni) but i’ve had a problematic age gap celebrity reader idea bouncing around my mind palace for soo long like i'm picturing you're in your early twenties and on top of the world <3 just starred in your breakout role, it girl of the summer type stuff. and you're close friends with another younger artist matty's been working with, so you hear all these stories about him and 'i think you'd really like him, babe, honestly!' with a look. and, look, you're not not interested, but you just got out of a shitty relationship, and your career is really taking off, and– good god, he's hot.

he's visibly older than you, greying a little, all sharp lines and tattoos and vintage leather, a sly smile pulling at his lip when he catches you staring. he raises his glass to you, tilting his head in invitation. as if by some magnetic pull, your feet carry you into the seat beside him.

"hi," you say, waving down the bartender and ordering yourself a cocktail. "i'm a friend of thea's," you tell him, before he thinks you're some kind of stalker.

his mouth drops in an 'o' of recognition. "oh, shit," matty chuckles. "you're the girl from the... the film!" his face splits in a stupidly gorgeous grin, and you're sold, like you're a teenager with a crush all over again.

you raise an eyebrow, fighting to maintain your composure. "you saw it?"

"yeah," he says, eyes flickering down to your lips and sending a thrill skittering up your spine. "you were really good." from the way he's undressing you with his eyes, he's thinking about the shot of your tits. "i'm matty, by the way," he adds.

"i know," you grin. matty watches you curiously and you lean closer, turning your best bedroom eyes on him. he takes the bait, pink tongue flickering out to wet his lips unconsciously.

you expect him to be gone the next morning, expect the lingering memory of his hands on your skin to fade to a story you'll dramatise to your friends. and when his side of the bed is cold, you resolve to move on with your day, not to dither on your conversation, on his laugh, on his head between your thighs. then, he sticks his head around your door, hair mussed and dressed in nothing but boxers. you break into a smile, warmth flooding your chest. god, you really are like a teenager with a crush.

"morning, love," he grins, his voice low and thick with sleep. "where d'you keep your coffee?"

you blink in disbelief, the mundane, domestic question an impossibility rattling through your cynical mind. "it's, uh..." you sit up, raking a hand through your tangled hair. "i'll show you."

you spend the summer falling wildly, dramatically in love, like something out of one of your early, low-budget indie films. but, leaves change, summers end, real life comes creeping back in. you're shooting on location through september, thousands of miles away on a packed schedule, practically tearing your hair out trying to find time for him between filming and interviews and reshoots and whatever the fuck else is grappling for your attention.

the sky is overcast when you land. fitting. your co-star is a tall, blond, all-american type. the kind of man your fans, your agent, and even your parents are falling over themselves to see you date. so, naturally, you hate him. he's brash, abrasive in a way that's supposed to be charming but just comes off self-aggrandising. you grit your teeth and smile through it – you love your job, and you're having fun with the movie, but every second you spend playing at falling in love in soft, sunny los angeles makes you ache for sharp, rainy england and the man waiting there for you.

it's october by the time you get a few days to yourself, driven to distraction by tinny phone calls and grainy facetimes and nothing but your hand between your legs. you've been shooting the same kiss scene from a dozen angles for hours, desperately aggravated by your co-star's grin every time you pull apart, like he's just waiting for you to fall for him, and by knowing that matty is somewhere over the atlantic right now, inching closer by the second.

you're unfocused, and you can tell you're throwing the shoot, wasting daylight. ultimately, you're only prolonging your suffering (bit dramatic, but, hey, that's what you're paid for), but you've never been more grateful to have a director glare directly at you while wrapping. you nod dutifully as he gives his notes, the words going in one ear and straight back out the other, chased out by the singular thought circling your brain: in a few hours, none of this is going to matter because you'll have matty back.

you book it to the hotel, practically diving into the shower to to scrub yourself clean of your co-star's spidery hands. matty texts you that he's landed, and your body hums with anticipation as you get dressed. well, 'dressed' might be a stretch. a scrap of white lace clings to your waist, the matching babydoll dress doing nothing to protect your dignity. smirking to yourself, you snap a photo of your garter belt and the stockings clipped on, and send it to him. hurry please xx, you add. his reply is immediate. fuck. you're killing me.

the minutes tick by agonisingly slowly, every second weighing on you like a physical pain. finally, after what feels like hours, there's a soft tap at your door. you fluff your hair in the mirror, wiping at a smudge in your lipgloss with a thumb. taking your time while knowing matty's only feet away from you is excruciating, but there's still something delicious about making him sweat. he knows it too, playing your game and waiting instead of using his own key.

the moment you open the door, his mouth is on yours, hungry, open-mouthed kisses stealing the breath from your lungs. you luxuriate in the taste of him, familiar and intoxicating. "thank god," you mutter against his lips as he pulls away. "i was starting to forget what being kissed is supposed to feel like." something dark glitters in his eyes, spurring you on. "spent all day with that prick trying to chew my face off."

"well," he begins, jealousy scraping in his tone. "i guess we'll have to find a way to help you forget, then."

"mmm, is that so?" you whisper, taking a calculated step back. "how are you gonna do that, healy?"

the words die in his throat at the sight of you, his gaze burning as it roams over every inch of your skin, arousal pooling in your core and dripping between your legs. "you look..." he fumbles for words as you grin.

"i know."

#trying out this format idk how i feel #theres a million ideas for how to continue this bouncing around my brain rn im just putting some feelers out for how u guys like it #suggestions welcome Of course #literally wrote this on a whim in my drafts in 2 sittings hfkdsjsk #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #writing #actress!au #anonymous #request #requests #blurb