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drivelikeiido · 1 year

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want me

(mohawk) matty can't seem to keep his eyes off of you at the bar

matty healy x f! reader

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warnings: smoking and alcohol and a lil smutty but no actual smut (maybe i’ll write it in a part 2 if y’all are interested in that ?) BUT NO MINORS IDC GET AWAY

notes: sorry this took so so long to write i’ve been in a writing slump but i’m back !! and i apologise for edging you with not actual smut once again but that’s just how it is ! i prefer writing longing over actual smut anyways but if y’all want a part 2 i could be persuaded. also this idea originally came to me while listening to crying lightning by the arctic monkeys so do with that what you will.

Stereotypical summer weather is a rarity in England so the minute the sun came out Matty invited you to join him and the boys and their girlfriends at the pub, which is how you’ve ended up in a rather seductive battle of wills with your boyfriend. He somehow thinks his staring over the top of his sunglasses while playing a game of pool with the boys is subtle but in reality his feelings towards the short summer dress you’re currently wearing are blatantly obvious, which means you just have to tease him a little - you play your own little game while he plays his.

You sit on a table opposite where the boys are playing, sharing a pitcher of some fruity, more alcohol than mixer, concoction with the girls, chatting and catching up in low content voices while you make the most of the golden sun that warms you and casts a glow onto your skin. You hadn’t seen all the girls in some time so you appreciated the chance to catch up with them in such a relaxed setting, everyone’s mood boosted by the appearance of the sun and the weather it brings. The stuffy British heat gradually makes you feel uncomfortable and you begin to fan yourself with an old cocktail menu sitting on the table, your hair moving with the breeze and exposing your neck and sun soaked chest more, an action that doesn't go missed by Matty’s watchful eyes. He still pretends to be fully absorbed in his game of pool but his glances over your way become more and more frequent, his hands becoming restless as he taps out some unknown staccato beat on the bottle in his hands, the beads of condensation running down his lithe fingers and dropping to the ground. The boys are far too used to Matty’s frequent musings and distracted behaviour when it comes to you so they pay no heed to his distracted state, Hann poking his side when it was his turn to play, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

At one point Matty catches your eye and you wave innocently over, your neutral appearance betraying the playful thoughts running in your head. The girls at the table have also taken notice of your boyfriend’s not so subtle staring, giggling amongst themselves and encouraging whatever mischief you’re thinking of starting with hushed voices, comments being thrown around about how obviously obsessed he is with you. However that wholesome notion is short lived as one of the girl’s nudges you and motions over to Matty, his dark eyes trained on you as he looks you up and down once more, moving his sunglasses further down his nose, his actions far from subtle as he devours you with his eyes. Ross too clocks onto this and kicks Matty’s sneakered foot in a jokey manner, his laughter floating into the air as you hear him jokingly scold your boyfriend to “Behave”, a subtle blush makes its way onto Matty’s cheeks in his embarrassment at being caught by his friend. He raises his hands, pool cue still clutched in his left, in a show of apology, grinning over to you as he mouths “Sorry, love”, however both of you know this apology is nowhere near genuine as he truly has no plans whatsoever to cease his overt appreciation for his girlfriend.

His hands return to his side as he pulls out his cigarettes, offering them to the boys and lighting one up himself, his cheeks hollowing as he inhales the acrid smoke. You have to hold in the sigh threatening to spill from your lips, your fingers finding a sudden interest in the blue striped straw in your glass, anything to take your focus off the hypnotic man in front of you. You try and think of anything else to calm your racing brain but thoughts of your boyfriend’s pretty plush lips circling around the cigarette and how his talented fingers balance it in his hands do nothing to quell the unignorable need you’re already feeling for him. The cigarette rests on his lips that now seem etched into a permanent smirk, your boyfriend taking pleasure in knowing how the sight of him smoking always has this effect on you, his nicotine addiction working in his favour at this moment in time to make you as desperate for him as he is for you.

Matty’s cigarette has since been savoured and finally put out, however the thoughts of your boyfriend's talented fingers and pink lips still occupy the front of your mind and go straight to your core. The suspended smell of smoke in the air is so resemblant of your boyfriend it’s almost intoxicating and results in your mind being only filled with thoughts of him; all social expectations and fears are quelled purely by the overwhelming distraction that is Matty. You nod and hum absentmindedly to the girls’ conversation at the table, their subtle smirks giving away that they know very well where your mind has vanished off to as your fingers begin to drum energetically on the table, your body language practically oozing unrest.

You begin to notice the alcohol’s buzz beginning to wear off, melted ice being all that’s left in the pitcher. One of the girls nods to you, breaking your attention from the realm of smutty daydreaming and gestures her head back inside the pub, “Why don’t you go inside and get some more? Give him something else to look at” her smile wide and entertained, her eyes shining with mischief as you make out a wink from behind the shadowed lenses of her sunglasses. You nod, smiling, appreciating the sudden development of a plan. You stand, brushing off your already rather short dress of imaginary lint, just giving yourself another action to use up your excess energy. As you pick up the empty pitcher and quickly drop a glance towards Matty, who of course is already looking at you with eyes resemblant of an abandoned puppy as he looks over the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You see a quick smile grace his features, (the cause of which a mystery to you) and the stray hairs on the top of his head sticking to his forehead slightly due to the sheen of sweat covering him, the sight shouldn’t have as much of an effect on you as it does, sending another wave of heat through your body as you imagine scraping your fingers through the coarse short hair at the sides and brushing back those loose hairs of his mohawk, tugging slightly as you do so. You drop your head to dispel these thoughts and push your way back through the door into the bar, dropping the pitcher back onto the bartop, ready to order another round for the girls. Your mouth just opened to speak when you feel a gentle hand grab your wrist, turning quickly in alarm you’re immediately relieved to see the dishevelled hair and dark eyes of your boyfriend. An apologetic look graces his features for a second, his hand dropping to yours and squeezing, his voice low and gravelly when he says “Follow me”. This is the first you’ve heard his voice in nearly an hour and it alone has the power to have your knees buckle. He must sense the question ready to spill from your lips, as his voice becomes more demanding “Now, darlin”. His authoritative tone erases any other thoughts you may have as you begin to follow his loudly booted feet into what you recognise to be a stall in the men’s bathrooms.

As thankful as you are that your boyfriend is as needy for your body as you are his, the public nature of this rendezvous does bubble a bit of panic into your chest, a feeling that is immediately forgotten as his toned hands grab your face and he slots his lips onto yours. The suddenness of the action catching you by surprise but still eliciting a neediness in you as you push your body impossibly close to his, kissing him back with pent up fervour that has been brewing beneath your skin since he put on that leather jacket before leaving the flat hours ago. The residual alcohol and danger of the situation heightens your senses and you swear you could floatl from how euphoric you felt, Matty acting as your own personal drug, the taste of alcohol and smoke on his lips going straight to your head. A breathy laugh escapes your throat as you rest your head in the crook of his neck while he attacks yours with kisses and small bites that you just know will need to be extensively covered tomorrow.

“Matty someone will hear us” your voice hushed and restrained as you try your best to repress the wanton moan that has been threatening to spill from your lips since the moment he touched you at the bar.

He pulls back from your neck to deliver a quick and frenzied “Good. Let them. Once they see my beautiful girlfriend they’ll know why I couldn’t wait any longer” that is more panted than spoken into the side of your neck. His hands are like vices on your waist, forever squeezing and gripping at the skin there, as if no matter how much he touched you it would never be enough to satisfy him. His words elicit a whimper from your throat beyond your control, a knowing smirk into your neck being his response.

You move to return the favour, sucking dark bruises into his neck, his grunts and deep breaths from above you your own personal melody as your hands run through the long mop of hair on the top of his head, tugging on the strands then lightly scratching through the buzzed hairs on the sides, making sure to kiss the exposed skin behind his ear, knowing how it makes him crumble, this clear in the small restrained whimper that is only audible due to your extreme proximity; you two are practically one entity as you’re pressed up so closely together in this stall. Matty’s hands make quick work of sliding under your dress and ghosting over your ass, his fingers surprising you in their sudden desperation as they grope and squeeze at the skin there. His hips grind instinctively into yours, both of you sharing the same air as you gasp in synchronicity, normally you’d find something poetic in that action but your brain was so hazy with thoughts of Matty that nothing else would compute. Your skin burned with need for him and the more you kissed and licked at his skin the more your world began to centre around the delicious smokey smell that clung to his hands and his clothes, and you grow a little jealous at its ability to be in constant proximity to him, the smell lingering on him like it was inherent to his being, a factor you adored about him.

Your hands instinctively move to unbuckle his belt, however his lithe fingers move to shadow over your wrists, dropping a gentle kiss to your head “As much as I am desperate for you to do that darlin’, I will not be able to control myself if we go that far right now”. He kisses away the small pout that has formed on your lips, his nose momentarily nudging yours as he rests his forehead on yours “I promise I’ll make it up to us both when we get home but right now I’d rather not have both of us walk back to our friends and the rest of the pub smelling of sex, we’d never hear the end of it”.

Your voice whispers in a poor attempt to hide your desperation and surprise at his audacity “That’s not fair Matty you’ve literally been eyefucking me all night and now you wanna be all responsible? You’re such a cockblock”. He barks out a laugh at this and threads his hands into your hair, pulling and stroking at the strands, “I’m being responsible. I’m trying out something new” he jests, dropping a quick kiss to your nose.

You drop your head to his chest, kissing the exposed ink that peeks out from the collar of his shirt. “I don’t know if I like it” you mumble with a smile, hands grabbing at any piece of him you can salvage.

“You're so evil Matty, you’re such a tease”. He almost coos at your flustered state “Trust me I know the feeling sweetheart, it is taking every single ounce of self control I have to not flip up this excuse for a dress and have you against this wall until the only word you can say is my name”.

You give an exasperated moan at this into his chest and hold onto him even tighter as warmth surges through you again. “You’re really not helping”, he huffs out another low laugh and lifts his finger to your chin, guiding you to look into his sparkling, lust-filled eyes, his voice earnest and seductive when he says “I promise, promise, I will make it up to you when we get home, trust me I need you too darlin’. It’s just if I didn’t touch you now I think I would have lost my mind at that pool table”. His hands now cradle your face like a precious piece of china, his slender thumb rubbing slowly across your cheek, the soothing action working to calm you both down from your shared frenzy. You lean into him again as your lips fit together, it’s a kiss filled with want and the hanging desire of what’s promised and you have to force yourself to pull away from him. You truly think he could steal all the air from your lungs and you’d let him, as long as you were kissing him you could die happy.

He gives you one last quick peck and fixes any of your smudged lipstick and smooths out any wrinkles on your dress, his hands ghosting over your skin a little longer than one would deem innocent. You too try to get him presentable, giggling as you wipe away the lipstick on his lips with your thumb and run your hands through his mohawk a few more times than necessary, loving the feeling of his dark locks passing through your fingers.

Together you exit the bathroom, your skin already turning red with the fear that people will know what you’ve been up to. Matty tells you to wait by him while he orders another pitcher for the girls and drinks for himself and the boys, his hand absentmindedly grabbing yours while you wait at the bar, empathising with how embarrassed you must be feeling but also not so secretly revelling in it, his dominant streak momentarily taking over.

You pass through the door to outside once again, squinting at the sun that threatens your vision as you emerge. The girls whistle at your reappearance, giggles floating through the air at your flushed appearance and nervous smile. You avoid all the staring eyes, the boys too grinning knowingly in yours and Matty’s direction. You separate from him as you set the pitcher down at your shared table, your blush definitely giving away the answer to any question as to what you were up to.

“Sorry for the wait guys, there was a queue” you hurry out, still refusing to make eye contact, knowing you’ll crack and start laughing as soon as you do. Charli laughs and nods unconvinced, her voice mockingly slow “Yeah, sure there was”. This sets the girls off laughing, you soon join in, your head falling to your hands in embarrassment. The boys too now looking over your direction and laughing, George patting Matty on the back, his cheeks now matching yours in their cherry pink state, the blush creeping all over your chest adding to pigment you’ve already gained from the sun’s heat. What you don’t see in your all-consuming fit of embarrassment is Hann reaching over to Matty’s neck to wipe off some remaining lipstick that stains there, his smile is infectious amongst the boys as they poke fun over Matty’s flustered state. Once you all recover from your fit of giggles you look up from your hands over to Matty who is, of course, already looking at you. He mouths the words "I’m so in love with you", his bright smile is back and so contagious that the blush on your cheeks immediately becomes immovable, a smile in your words too as you mouth back back, "I’m so in love with you too, Matty". His perfect smile graces your eyes as he returns to his game with the boys, his attention more focused on the game than before, his hands only ever leaving the cue to push the dark strands of hair that fall in front of his vision back into their assigned place. He only ever looks up to you every now and again to wink, an action filled with so much desire and expectation for when you get home, the subtlety making your whole body flush with excitement and the impatience to get back to the flat to see what awaits you grows even stronger.

#also CLIFFHANGER ????? sorry not sorry #it was long enough editing was a nightmare #i am SO SO sorry this took so long #im not very happy with this one i feel like it's very long with no real plot or reward #but this has been sitting in my docs for so long that i've probably grown to hate it #anyways mohawk matty supremacy #illegal to read this and not picture mohawk matty #imagine matty wearing the boots in the pic AND a leather jacket ?? exactly #also mentioned charli because she's my wife #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #i write 1975 fiction wtf is my life #k!'s fics

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partoftheairforce · 7 months

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george pls hold me like that

#matty is in the naughty corner and so will not be mentioned #patti is so cool #let me be either of them and i’ll be finally happy #fanks x #the 1975 #george daniel #matty healy #patricia villirillo

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sadgirlautumn · 8 days

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idk idk idk I just don’t get why some fans took this album as a personal attack!! Even in the songs where she alludes to people judging her in general I really took it as “wow she must trust us so much to share this with us.” And if you took it personally then you either need to take a step back or maybe you should actually take it personally and maybe realize why your invasion into Taylor’s personal relationships can actually cause harm to her.

#like trust me I didn’t like her matty but I went about my day normally and didn’t bitch and complain about him all day #yeah matty sucks as a person but I was worried about Taylor I wasn’t mad that she was in a relationship I could no longer project onto #anymore #autumn rambles #i definitely did have an ‘oh shit this play is about us’ moment when I heard that one song (I can’t remember the title) but then i #followed up that thought with she’s allowed to say what she thinks and feels the same way I was allowed to express what I thought #so it’s only fair that she would share and mention that on the album when it was clear that people’s disdain for them together actually #pushed them closer rather than further apart like she said on the album

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cows-wearing-my-sweater · 1 year

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something changes inside of me when he brings out this guitar

#not to mention the curls #i literally cannot stop looking at him like this #the 1975 #matty healy #at their very best

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yourtouchismidas · 11 months

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Ok sorry I just submitted the 🍃 blurb without reading that you were re-opening blurbs for George only, is this for RG verse or other? Because maybe you could do like Gigi phoning George to look after her if she's tried drugs or weed for the first time and is freaking out, because she's too scared to tell her parents.

no worries at all, i'm combining this with your first message and doing something in between!

gigi has been with her friends in the park. they're nice friends, good friends, but she is sixteen and they are all curious. they want to try it. and one of the boys has managed to pick up. one of them is a smoker so he knows how to roll, and then they all sit there staring at the joint like, what do we do now?

"gigi you're dad's a bit of a druggo isnt he?" one of the boys says, "you go first."

"he was," gigi says, hitting him playfully, knowing its a joke. they all love matty, the boys being slightly scared of him, especially the one who fancies gigi and wants to make a move. "but he quit hard stuff ages ago and weed when i was too young to remember really. so i dont fucking know."

eventually, one of them lights it, and they take turns toking, the smoker teaching the others how to make sure they take it back into their lungs. they cough and splutter and laugh, but start to feel the effects of it, heads tingling, thoughts hazing, everything becoming funny. gigi feels that too. until she sees someone across the park looking at them. what does he want. does he know they're high. and underage. is he looking at just her. does she know him.

her whole body goes hot as panic rushes through her. her heart starts beating in her chest. the guy who was staring moves on. but she cant shake it. she looks around at the empty park, terrified someone else is gonna come.

"guys," she manages to whisper, "guys i'm freaking out."

"oh shit," one of her friends says, one of the girls who wasnt really feeling anything, but just pretending to to fit in with the vibe. the others are all laughing. telling her to calm down. saying its fine. she starts breathing heavy and then they take notice. someone gives her a sip of coke for sugar but it doesnt work. her friend tells her when to breathe in and out.

"please call someone," gigi says, in between breaths. her head is swirling.

"your dad?"

"no!" she says quickly, she passes them her phone. "call my uncle please. my uncle george."

george turns up about half an hour later in an SUV, with dark sunglasses on. gigi has calmed down since they called, just feeling better knowing that he was coming. the other kids stare at him, this aging rockstar, and whisper to gigi to ask he will get them in trouble.

"course not. it's why i called george," she says.

he has hopped out the car and is walking over and she walks to meet him. he opens his arms and she falls into them. smelling the comforting smell of his washing powder and cigarettes.

"you okay kiddo?"

"yeah," she says, pulling back and looking at him.

"scared me," he says. then he nods at her friends as a greeting. they all stared, open mouthed, in awe. he still looks effortlessly cool, even nearing fifty, still as much a rockstar as ever.

"i was panicking," she says, "but i'm feeling better now."

"yeah," george says, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, "that will happen. you guys all alright?"

gigi's friends nod and say yes, and thank you, while george bobs his head.

"what you smoked?"

"just weed," one of the boys says.

george laughs, "yeah i know that. i mean kind. and what dealer?"

they shrug. they dont know what kind. they tell him what the dealer looked like.

"oh god," george says, puffing on his smoke, "dont use him. you want weed gus," he turns to gigi, "you come to me okay?"

"really? even with matty..."

"yeah, you need matty's permission first."

gigi rolls her eyes. "he's gonna kill me, george, you know that."

"yeah," george says, "but he's not gonna be happy with me either. so let's go. face him together."

he nods towards the car and gigi waves to her friends and hops in. she giggles when george starts driving, picturing the way her dad is going to yell at her, her mum and shay's concerned looks, the babies clamouring around her asking what weed is and crying that its not fair gigi got some and they didnt.

"what you laughing at?" george says.

"i dont really know, i'm about to get bollocked," she says, spluttering.

"yeah, that'll happen too," george says. soon he is laughing at her laughing. and both of them can't stop.

matty appears at the doorstep after seeing george's car roll up and gigi in the window.

"what's gone on here?" he says. he comes closer and holds gigi's face so he can get a better look at her red eyes.

"skunk," george says, and the two of them both try to hold back laughter.

"george?! you gave my daughter..."

"no no no, not me. sorry. should've been more clear. she did it with her friends and was panicking a little so i picked her up."

matty's eyes widen. he frowns. he's mad. oh he's mad.

"get in the house," he snaps, pointing to the open door behind him.

"right, i'll get going then," george says.

"nope. you too. in," matty says.

"it was gigi who did it," george says, pouting like a child.

"yeah and what good examples i've had," she says, and then her and george both start laughing.

"in. now." matty says. they go. george says as he is passing, "you need to teach her how to pick good stuff." which earns him a slap on the back of the head.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #dad!matty #george daniel #george daniel fanfiction #drug mention #weed mention #tw: panic attack

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chaosites · 7 months

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MARI is the winner of the immunity vote!

Now! Who will face her?

Joan propaganda: She's very motherly/big sistery and loves going outside. He's one of our few ace members and they're very kind.

Mattie propaganda: @seven-and-four nepotism

#joan mention #mattie mention

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airborneice · 10 months

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yeets out some arwen sketches i’ve been doing on and off

arwen’s lighthouse agenda is @the-hilda-librarians-wife’s doing, as in she sent me that post and now it’s canon 😌 can we talk abt how i’d been turning the idea around in my head of arwen liking lighthouses bc of song of the sea and then wife just read my mind and sent me this?? she’s too powerful. also this doodle is quite old and this is how the stupid kraken following her around thing started fhfghjdsfv

also i saw this post and i had to i’m sorry

last image may or may not be based on the project arwen originally came from hehe. i did not draw it clearly but that’s a lil dehydrated jellyfish she’s trying to help :)

#posts these like hey have i mentioned arwen loves the SEA. DID YOU GET THE SEA VIBES #hilda the series #hilda oc #art tag #hilda netflix #arwen #mattie #im still laughing at the stupid kraken ndjfkg #like this was supposed to be abt arwen not liking animals but i used That ref of the kraken and now it means something else #assigned gay by sea monster #hilda ocs tag

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finkinthisfrew · 8 months

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Anything (pt.10)

cw: mention of an erection and grinding but it doesn't go further, empty threats

Chapter 10 "You feeling hungry, darling?" Matty asked, lightly tapping my nose with his finger.

We'd been laying in bed cuddling for about an hour and I hadn't noticed until then that I was absolutely ravenous, surprised at how my empty stomach sprang to attention at the question.

"I'm starving! I didn't even realize," I answered, rolling onto my back and stretching my arms out.

Matty pounced on top of me, peppering kisses all over my face and causing me to giggle before he hopped out of bed.

"Well then let's get you fed, petal," he said as he strolled over to a large teak dresser, opening one of the top drawers.

"Did you want to borrow something to wear, or did you bring a change with you?" he asked as he rifled through the drawer. I was so distracted by his perk naked ass that before I could realize he had asked me a question, he glanced at me over his shoulder, catching me staring.

"Eyes up here, you little minx," he scolded with a wink. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head in embarrassment. "Yes please, if you don't mind! I left my house in such a rush this morning that I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me."

"What's mine is yours. Would you like to pick out your own outfit, or would you rather I do?"

I jumped out of bed and walked into his open arms.

"Hmmm... do you have any recommendations?" I asked as we swayed in the nude together.

"Well, I think I much prefer you like this..." he said cheekily, pressing a kiss into my temple. "But we can't have you catching a cold."

He rifled around a few of the drawers, eventually pulling out a well-worn blue hoodie and a pair of heather grey sweatpants. He offered them to me before pulling on a pair of boxers.

"That's my favourite sweater," he said, gesturing towards it a little bashfully as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I think you'd look quite cute in it."

"It looks so comfy," I said, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. "Thank you," I said with a smile as he smiled back at me.

"You pick a shirt. There's too many options and I'm more curious to see what you'll choose."

He opened his t-shirt drawer for me and I immediately understood what he meant by 'too many options'. There had to be at least fifty shirts inside, maybe more.

He pulled out a plain white t-shirt and pulled it over his head as I rifled through the selection. By the time he'd finished putting on some casual black slacks, a grey hoodie and a baseball cap, I still hadn't looked through half of them.

"I'm going to go see if I can revive what I was cooking before you used your temptress ways on me in the tub," he joked, wiggling his eyebrows at me. He gave me a quick squeeze before walking towards the door.

"If you don't like the selection, there are more t-shirts in the drawer below," he called over his shoulder before disappearing.

I opened the drawer below to find another 50 or so shirts. I spent the next ten minutes scouring the selection before landing on a shirt that had been stuffed in the back of the bottom drawer- one that seemed forgotten and clearly had not seen light in months if not years.

I donned my new outfit, carrying the hoodie over my shoulder as I walked out of Matty's room and down the hall.

I was met with the delicious scent of stewed garlic and tomatoes when I entered the living space.

Matty was tending to a few pots on the stove, one of which was emitting a large column of steam. I was so charmed by the look on his face- his brow furrowed in concentration as he bit his lower lip tightly.

"Whatever that is it smells amazing," I enthused, my mouth watering as I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Mmmm," he hummed. "I love to be hugged from behind, have I told you that yet?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile.

"No you haven't, but I'll make sure to do it more often," I said, giving him a squeeze before moving to the kitchen island where a box grater and a block of parmesan sat. "Can I help with dinner at all? Can I grate this for you?"

Suddenly I felt Matty's arms pick me up, my feet leaving the ground. He whisked me up effortlessly, spinning me around in the air causing me to laugh, and sat me down on the counter beside the stove where he'd been cooking. "You can sit and entertain me while I cook for you- nothing more nothing less, please," he said sternly. "You worked so hard today, finishing up your new pieces- I'm not letting you lift a single finger. You just sit there and tell me about your day while I take care of you." I opened my mouth to protest, but he'd looked down at my shirt, cutting me off immediately.

"Is that-" he started.

Matty pulled the hoodie I'd thrown over my shoulder off, revealing the rest of the t-shirt I'd chosen.

His jaw dropped. He stared at the shirt for a few moments, looking me up and down, then the corners of his mouth turned into a smile. He raised his hand to wipe off his own smile, dragging his forefinger and thumb down the sides of his mouth before placing his hands on either side of me on the counter.

"I didn't think you could ever look sexier," he said looking at me lustfully, "but something about seeing you in my own band's shirt... well, you've pushed the boundaries of science and sexual attraction, clearly."

I'd found the shirt which simply had 'THE1975' written across the front, recognizing the name of his band which he'd mentioned a couple of times.

He leaned in slowly until our faces were only a few inches apart while looking down at my mouth.

"I think we're going to have to get you the whole line of merch and dress you head to toe now," he said, his mouth turning into a smirk.

I took his chin in my hand, pressing my thumb into the cleft and pulled him towards me, pausing when our lips were so close that I could feel their warmth without touching.

"I don't mind being a groupie..." I breathed onto his lips, "...as long as you don't mind that your groupie doesn't know any of the words to your songs yet."

I looked up into his eyes and I knew my green eyes were piercing into his because I could see his eyes flash at their intensity.

"God," he breathed, chest collapsing, "don't bring up the image of you singing my songs someday, you're gonna push me over the edge."

"Uh oh, what's gonna happen the day you find out I'm your number one fan?" I challenged.

"Mmmm," he groaned in pleasure. "You'll definitely be in trouble, that's for sure."

His lips were soft and warm on mine. He kissed me slowly and deeply, and I felt his hunger grow as our kiss grew more passionate.

My stomach tumbled, loving how excited he was by me- by us. I wrapped my own arms around his waist as we made out. Things quickly became more and more heated. He ran his hands down my backside which he gripped, then pulled me up against him. I could feel his erection underneath his pants, hard, and I pressed my hips into him in response, hooking both of my legs behind him as I kissed him back even deeper. A rumble of pleasure from Matty's throat signalled that he enjoyed the sensation. A lot. I had just begun grinding against him when a very loud and harsh buzzer went off.

Matty's body sunk as he hung his head, pressing it against my sternum.

"Ughh," Matty groaned into my chest. "I forgot that George said he would stop by tonight," he complained as we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs slam shut.

"He's just here to borrow a hard drive- his got fried and he needs some of the bounces on mine for some new stuff we've been working on," Matty explained apologetically, "I promise he won't be long."

"And what if I'd like to stay for dinner? Smells half decent in here," said a handsome man appearing at the entrance to the giant living space. He had very short bleached hair and wore black glasses with yellow tinted frames, a black t-shirt, and linen slacks. I recognized him from the photo in Matty's hallway.

He had a big smile on his face, raising an eye at Matty who was still draped over me, obviously entertained by the intimate situation he had just interrupted.

"George, I love you, I do, but I swear to God if you're not gone in the next five minutes I will kill you," Matty said in annoyance, not taking his eyes off of me as I hopped off the counter to face George who'd strolled up casually to the kitchen area.

"Oh but what if I'm hungry, Matty?" George whined, clearly just trying to push Matty's buttons.

Matty rolled his eyes and groaned, finally turning to look at George.

"I will literally buy you a restaurant and hire you a chauffeur to take you there if it means you'll leave us alone."

I couldn't help but giggle and George turned his attention to me.

"You must be Anna, then," said George, offering me his hand. "You're the reason I missed my therapy appointment today."

George looked at my puzzled expression and explained, "Our meeting this morning ran late because Matty wouldn't stop talking about this new girl he's been seeing. Genuinely, the man couldn't be more obsessed," George said with a cheeky smile.

I glanced at Matty, whose face flushed in embarrassment. I stepped towards George with a smile.

"It's so lovely to meet you, George! At the risk of sounding cliche, I've heard a lot about you- all lovely things, to be clear," I said, offering George my hand.

Instead, George ignored my hand and pulled me in for a hug.

"It's lovely to meet you as well, Anna," he said with a smile. As he pulled away, he looked over at Matty. "You were right, Matty. She's lovely. Definitely much lovelier than you." George looked back at me, giving me a wink.

"George. I'd like to encourage you to take this death threat more seriously. You know we can't tour without a drummer." Matty said unenthusiastically as he wrapped an arm around my waist territorially from behind.

"You're more concerned with not having a drummer than losing your best mate to your own temper tantrum?" George said with a pout, eyes lit up with enjoyment. "A best mate would never interrupt a second date knowing he only has two weeks left 'til tour," Matty huffed.

"You're leaving in two weeks?" I said quietly, turning to face him.

He looked down at me, face falling to sorrow at my own look of sadness.

"Yes, we start the South American leg of tour two Wednesdays from now," he said regretfully.

We both looked at each other sadly in silence, not knowing what to say.

I had forgotten that George was still in the room, almost startled when he offered in a hopeful tone: "We're only gone for two weeks though! Then we're back for a whole week before we start the European leg."

"How long is the European leg of tour?" I asked turning back to George, trying to keep my voice casual- likely failing.

"A month and a half..." George replied awkwardly.

I tried to swallow the lump that had risen in my throat.

We all stood in silence for a while.

"Well, I feel like I've really set the mood right for date night," George said loudly, trying to lighten the mood with a joke, "so if you'd like to get your thank-you's out of the way and grab me that hard drive, Matty, I can be on my way."

Matty didn't say anything, just sent George a look of daggers before squeezing my shoulder and walking out of the room.

"Sorry for killing the mood. I really have been looking forward to meeting you, Anna. You've made such an impression on Matty- he's completely taken with you" George said with a sweet smile. "As annoying as his gushing has already gotten, it's been sweet to see him so happy. He hasn't had the best luck with love..." he trailed off. "He really deserves this. And as annoying of a prick he can be sometimes, he's really an amazing lad- you're both lucky."

I flushed with happiness. It was one thing to hear from Matty how into me he was, but it was another to hear it from his best friend.

"I'm definitely the lucky one. I've never met someone like Matty. I actually feel like the past few days have been a daydream," I said bashfully while reflecting. "He really seems too good to be true. I have a hard time believing it's real- he treats me too well."

"I'm sure that's not true. The way he's talked about you, I can't imagine you don't deserve a great guy like Matty." George said kindly before continuing.

"Honestly though, I half expected you to be floating and emitting a neon glow from the way he described you," George laughed, "but you definitely live up to the unrealistic expectations Matty set. Are you coming to the party on Friday by the way?"

"Party? I asked.

"I'm throwing a party this Friday- we're renting out a bar. It's kind of a send-off before tour since half our friends won't be in town the week we actually leave. I'd love for you to come! Then I can properly get to know you without Matty threatening to skin me alive."

"Oh don't worry, skinning takes too long. Strangling you would be much faster," Matty said, reentering the room, waving a hard drive in his hands. He tossed it at George, who caught it expertly and slid it into his pocket.

"I promise you he's not normally this hostile of a person. We just have a special bond, him and I," George said teasingly, throwing his arm around Matty and kissing him on the top of his head before he smacked the brim of Matty's baseball cap down, covering his eyes.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you! I'll leave you two lovebirds to it. Hope to see you Friday, Anna!" George said, strolling quickly out of the room as Matty readjusted his hat to uncover his eyes and shoot George a glare. "Love you, Matty!" George called from the hall before we heard his footsteps rushing down the stairs and the slam of the door shutting behind him.

Matty immediately rushed to me, taking me into his arms and hugging me.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked, feeling a sad energy coming from him.

He pulled away to look me in my eyes, and I saw he had a very serious look on his face.

"Promise me you will never say that again. Promise me you'll never say that I treat you too well again because it's not true. You deserve much better." Matty stroked my cheek, his voice steeped in sincerity as his hand travelled to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear before he continued.

"Actually, you deserve more than is humanly possible, but I promise you I'll spend the rest of my life trying my best to give you that because that's what you deserve. But you have to promise me in return that you'll never say that I treat you too well again because that's simply not true."

"Oh Matty..." was all I could muster, my voice faltering as emotion swept over me. He pulled me into his arms and we hugged in silence, swaying as our hearts beat against each other.

"I don't know how to respond... I want to believe you, but I can't help it... You really do seem too good to be true." I said quietly, my head resting against his chest.

I could feel him trying to decide how to say what he wanted to say next. After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat.

"Someone taught you a long time ago to not trust yourself... they conditioned you to believe yourself last. I guess I want to change my request and ask, instead, that you promise you'll try to trust yourself first. Trust that the good you feel when we're together isn't selfish- that it is, in fact, good. And that it feels good because it is good. You deserve to feel good, Anna."

Tears sprang to my eyes once again as a feeling of relief washed over me. I was crying not just because of Matty's kindness and care, but because I guess I never realized until now that I had been looking for permission to be happy. And as sad as that was, I was just relieved that someone was willing to give me it.

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