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underscorehealy · 21 days

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birthday sleepover: matty healy birthday fic 3

wc: <1000

cw: none

an: sadly, this is the last installment of the birthday universe, but today is matty's 35th birthday!! happy birthday, matty!! we love you so so much!! and as always, i hope you guys enjoy <3

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even though you and matty have been dating for a few months now, you didn't have a lot of money to afford to move in with matty. plus, he lives 45 minutes away from your job, and you only live 10 minutes away, so you promised him that when you have enough money, you'll move in with him

you live in a tiny little flat. the perfect size for just you, but if matty wants to stay the night or it just happens like that and either one of you ends up falling asleep, you're more than happy to let him stay. and you two are so in love.

with his birthday on a monday, you had really hoped it wouldn't interfere with your work schedule, but you had decided to take monday and tuesday off to celebrate with him. with george helping charli finish her album, ross in america with chloe, and adam with carly and his son, everybody else was busy so you had promised yourself to make matty's day as special as possible.

you invited him to sleepover at your flat monday night into tuesday and without even thinking about it, he said yes instantly. so with monday arriving, you spent all morning decorating your flat and buying him just one more present. and just in the nick of time, you heard the door open. "happy birthday, matty!!" you yelled as you stopped what you were doing and instantly ran over to him. he let out a giggle trying to catch his breath. "thank you so much, sweet girl." he said placing a kiss on your head.

you both just decided to order takeout for dinner and some cupcakes you had baked earlier for tonight. after dinner, you dragged him up to your bedroom just for him to turn red at the sight of rose petals spread across your blanket and a card and present wrapped in a bow. you sit him down as he begins to read through the card

"matty -

i feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be writing this right now. that's because i am the luckiest girl because i have you. you are the sweetest, caring, loving, funny, )and a bit of a smartass) boyfriend i could ever ask for. you're always here for me on my best days and worse days. you never fail to comfort me when something goes wrong and you listen to everything i have to say with such an open heart and open mind. i'm so happy i get to go on this journey through life with you and i promise to never take it for granted and that i'll always be around and i'll love you forever and always no matter what.

- yours truly"

you notice him tear up at your words, and he pulls you in for a deep, longing kiss. you never want to leave this position. you both spend the rest of the night in each other's arms watching whatever dumb show is on tv until you both end up falling asleep

#matty #matty the 1975 #the 1975 #bfiafl #drive like i do #at their very best #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty35

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underscorehealy · 21 days

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COME DOWN SOON!

★ word count: 890

★ note: inspired by lizzy mcalpines’ come down soon

★ no warnings! was proofread and edited :)

★ posted from my ao3!

“Isn’t April supposed to be warm?” Matty squints, exiting the bar with a heightened expression.

He’s right, it’s rather chilly. The wind is aggressive and does everything it can to make itself known. We exit the bar together, the lights surrounding us for a short, sweet moment before making our way down the sidewalk. I observe as his curls dance, bouncing with each movement he makes. His hands were covered by his jacket sleeves, a few fingers visible from underneath the fabric. I giggle, allowing my hand to intertwine with his. I can feel the stitching of his sleeve against my skin, resting over my knuckles. “I don’t know,” I say, “sometimes the beginning of April starts rather nasty.”

“Well, I fucking hate it. We could use the sun,” he curses. I watch as he pulls a cigarette from his pocket with his free hand, sticking it between his lips and fiddling with the lighter. He can’t strike it due to the wind, which annoys him to the greatest extent.

I run a hand through my hair, but it’s no use. The wind is against me, too. Matty fumbles with the lighter, his thumb gliding across the metal. “Do you need some help?” I say as my lips curl into a smirk. He shakes his head, covering the tip of the lighter with his hand to protect the flame. The orange and red of the fire highlight his face, and for a split second, I can make out details I’ve never seen before.

As he pulls his hand away, the glow disappears. I frown, and he notices, looking towards me as smoke emits from his cigarette. “What’s that face for? You were smiley beforehand.” He leads us down the sidewalk. The city lights grow dimmer with each step we take together.

“I don’t know,” I shrug as we walk. “I like being able to notice things about you.”

“What do you mean by that?” He asks, his thumb drawing circles along my hand as he holds onto it.

“Well, I don’t particularly like it when you smoke, but I like watching the lighter and how it shines against your face,” I smile. “Is that strange?”

The way I had worded that sounded closely related to an album title. Thinking about it brought a sense of familiarity and sweetness, a reminder that I’d forever be surrounded by Matty no matter where I wound up.

We continue to stroll, the wind hassling us with each stride. Once at the end of the street, Matty pauses and steps in front of me, taking both of my hands into his own.

“No, not at all,” he murmurs. “It’s quite sweet.”

“Yeah?” I look up at him with wide eyes, the visible streetlights sparkling and hovering over us.

“Yeah,” his voice is soft. He scoops into his words while speaking to me, his accent audible. “You’re the first person I’ve met who's obsessed with details like that.”

“I like being attentive,” I exhale.

He laughs, the emotion behind it not at all overwhelming. He squeezes my hands before letting them go, his fingertips trailing up my arms. Despite the nastiest weather that entered at the beginning of April, my sleeves are nonexistent. The hair on my arms prickled up at the breeze, Matty’s nails gently tracing over the goosebumps that appeared.

“Cold?” He asks, making more conversation as we stand. His fingers dance along my waist.

I nod. “A little, it’s okay.”

He whispers. “Do you want my jacket?”

I shake my head. “No, you keep it.”

He ignores me, removing his hands from my waist so he can take off his jacket. He drapes the fabric over my shoulders, noticing how poorly it fits. I laugh as I stick my arms through the sleeves.

“Better?” Smoke pools out of his mouth from the cigarette. He takes it between his fingers and finishes it off, throwing the butt onto the street.

I nod, fixing my hair as the wind calms down. “Better,” I reply.

He cups my face with his palms, the skin rough from guitar calluses. They are cold from the weather, his fingers drumming along my cheeks. I smile as he tilts my head upwards. He is studying me and taking in every detail visible to him. I’ve never noticed him so enamored before. There is a subtle quietness that washes over us. We should keep walking before it gets too late, but we stand here in the freezing cold, wondering who will kiss who first.

“I’m in love with you,” he breaks the silence.

“I know,” is all I say in response.

He connects his lips to mine, his dark brown eyes fluttering closed as he kisses me softly. He does not appear gentle to the public, but I know his touch and his focus better than anyone could. His fingers circle over every area of skin visible, holding me as if I could break if he isn’t careful. I raise my arms and feel the sleeves of his jacket pull downwards, my hands resting on his chest as he pulls his lips away from mine and tucks a few strands of hair behind my ears.

“Let’s go home?” He says once more, looking at me with newfound admiration.

Giddy, I grin. I can taste the cigarette smoke. “Let's,” I agree full-heartedly.

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underscorehealy · 21 days

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all your friends in one place

wc: 1.5k

cw: none

an: hiiiii!!! this fic was a collab me and @stirlinqs (lilly) did throughout the past 24hrs and we both adore it so much. thank you lilly for doing this with me and please go show her some love as well. the last fic in the matty birthday universe will be out tomorrow morning so here's a pre that fic!! please enjoy <3

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You and Matty have known each other since you two were kids. Your mom works in the television industry, so she and Denise clicked instantly as friends. Because of this, you and Matty spent tons of time together through both of your childhoods.

Matty had always talked about wanting to be a pop star when he was little, so when that dream came true for him, you weren't necessarily shocked; you were proud. Within the past three years, you two felt a romantic connection. Though you had always had a crush on Matty, you couldn't say the same for him until he confessed his love for you. After that, you two lit the candle on a relationship with no chance of it ever going out.

You had been following Matty and the boys for years when they were touring, and a lot of the time, one of the boys' birthdays fell on a show day. You always pitched in, helping to make it memorable for them. With you dating and being head-over-heels for Matty, you wanted to make his birthday extra special.

The idea of surprising Matty during this round of touring came to you late one night, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. George is the second closest person to Matty, so you always go to him when you needed advice on something. George was usually able to help, and he had mentioned coming out on stage during a show to give Matty the surprise of a lifetime. At first, the idea seemed jarring to you. However, you trusted George, and after thinking it over, it seemed like it could go swell if planned well.

You were worried about how to get everyone else on board, though. You ask George to bring up the idea with the rest of the band, and he nods with a smile on his face. Within the same week, planning had begun and your space had been filled with birthday supplies. Even if somehow this failed, you were sure it’d be the biggest surprise that Matty had ever experienced.

The day of the show quickly arrives faster than you were able to even blink, the excitement bubbling inside you. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, standing behind a curtain, and peering onto the stage. You take in everything around you, studying the giant house and watching Matty stand behind his microphone, Adam and Ross next to him. Everyone was aware of your plan, Adam making faces and gestures toward you while on stage. Despite the joyfulness this could bring, you couldn’t help but remain nervous, wanting this to go well.

You were also constantly bouncing back and forth between backstage and dressing rooms to make sure that everyone was on the same track and made sure the cake was still intact as well. Everything was going as planned, the crew had to remind you every 5 minutes because you felt yourself overthinking it completely.

For a few months now, Matty had been telling you about this guitar he was fixated on. It's a Gibson Les Paul 1960 Double Cut Reissue in the shade Raspberry Bliss Satin. So after a little bit of saving, you were able to get it for him. You wrapped it up appropriately and placed it in his dressing room to give him after the show.

While running back to his dressing room, you realized there were only minutes left until the consumption period of the show. The plan was to surprise him during consumption while he's on the couch with the cake. The decorations were already up at the beginning of the show, so now this was the hard part. Charli had also come to tonight's show not just to support George, but to also help the surprise come to life. Backstage everybody was working all together at once. Jamie Oborne, the band's manager, was also there to help backstage so you put him and Charli on cake duty.

The cake was stunning, coated in a gorgeous blue icing with “Happy Birthday” written on it. When picking up the cake earlier that day, it had taken everything in you not to take your finger across the icing and taste it. Now, it sat in Jamie’s hands, Charli gawking at the colors and how neatly it had been displayed. During consumption, Adam and Ross made small glances toward each other, awaiting your presence on stage. As they performed, you scurried around backstage, gathering clusters of balloons and decorations. George had stayed on the main stage, watching from his drum set as you walked around behind the set and prepared your surprise.

Charli glances over at you, placing a hand on your shoulder and smiling. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” you take a deep breath. “I hope he likes it.”

“Oh, shush,” she laughs. “You worry too much.”

You close your eyes, awaiting a final signal from George before heading onto the main stage. He waves to you, and you can feel your heart pounding inside your chest. Charli takes the cake from Jamie and holds it, smiling at you and winking. She watches as you hold onto the balloons, walking onto the main stage. As expected, fans from the crowd notice you and begin cheering. They point you out, whispering to the people around them. You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you watch their lips move, a few curling into smiles. Adam and Ross know what’s to come, but the heightened reaction from fans does not alarm Matty. He continues along with the assigned setlist, singing to whoever is surrounding the b-stage.

It’s clear to say the fans recognize you. You’re not sure if it should unnerve you or not.

George smiles, adjusting in his seat. You stand in front of the microphone stand, watching Matty perform with Adam and Ross. It’s surreal. Being here, celebrating him, growing up with him. You think to yourself, “How did we make it this far?”

Once the consumption setlist draws to a close and Matty begins his departure back to the main stage, you realize the plan is now in full swing. You give George a small smirk, disappearing backstage once more to gather Charli and the cake.

“It’s time,” you grin.

She laughs. “You’re such a dedicated girlfriend, your enthusiasm is scary good.”

She trots behind you, cake in hand. You’re peering from behind the set, watching Matty adjust his microphone and settle in for some conversation with the audience. He parts his lips to speak, but before any words can come out, you sneak up behind him and the fans begin cheering once more. He’s confused, his eyebrow furrowing as he stares at the audience near the barricade.

“I haven’t said anything yet!” He shouts, holding onto the microphone. “What’s got you all so excited?”

You stand behind him, balloons in hand. Charli chuckles at his response, the cake heavy in her palms. Eventually, Matty looks behind him and notices you two. A banner falls from over the house, rainbow-colored confetti sprinkling onto the stage. It’s magical, almost. He smiles at you and Charli, taking in everything that’s happening. The fans erupt, clapping and watching as Matty engulfs you in a hug.

“What’s all this?” He beams, confetti in his curls.

You beam. “A birthday surprise, silly. The band helped.”

Matty holds onto you as he looks at Adam, Ross, and George. The smiles on their faces are immense. Adam shoves his hands into his pocket, his guitar slung over his shoulders. Ross beams, picking confetti out of his hair. Finally, George shoots Matty a signature glare, a reminder that he’s getting older.

“There’s a present waiting in your dressing room,” you whisper to him.

He cups your face with his palm, confetti scattered everywhere. He kisses you sweetly.

“This is all very beautiful,” he says.

“I’m glad you think so,” you mutter. “You look good with confetti in your hair!”

He shakes his head, watching the colorful paper fall from his hair to the stage. Fans in the crowd begin to sing “Happy Birthday,” though it’s not in sync. Somehow, it makes the whole thing much more enjoyable. You plant one more kiss against his cheek, interlocking your fingers around his own.

“Make a wish!” You say with a grin big enough to reach the sun. He does as so, and you clap with a feeling of your cheeks turning bright red. He shoots you the most adoring look you've ever seen. You are so in love with every bit of him.

After the show, you drag him into his dressing room and instantly hand him his present. He's hesitant to open the giant wrapped object placed in front of him, though he eventually caves and goes right in. “Oh darling, you didn't…” You can't help but just smile. You were so happy to see him this happy. He pulls you into his chest and locks you in for a kiss that feels like it lasted a lifetime. “Thank you for everything.” He says whispering into your ear.

This birthday celebration went as smoothly as intended, and you hoped for more birthdays with him after this. With all your friends in one place, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

#matty #matty the 1975 #bfiafl #the 1975 #drive like i do #at their very best #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader

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underscorehealy · 22 days

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birthday surprise: matty's 35th birthday fic 2

wc: <1000

cw: none

an: this is the second installment of the matty birthday fics!! very excited about this one though tomorrow's fic is my favorite tehe!! anyways, hope you enjoy <3

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you knew matty's birthday was coming up, and recently, him and the boys have been spending an insane amount of time in the studio working on their 6th album since tour had just ended so you only really saw matty during dinner and before you guys went to bed but you wanted to surprise him somehow. so you brainstormed for a bit and thought you would just do a little gathering/party at the studio. nothing too big, nothing too small.

you spent most of saturday and sunday shopping and going in and out of the studio decorating and then realizing you forgot something, then would have to go back to the store though you would eventually finish with a product you were very proud of. you weren't really much of a baker, so you just picked up some cupcakes and grabbed some candles and called it a day. and though you had still planned on having dinner with matty on his birthday, you still wanted to make this as special as possible.

the 8th comes along faster than you could blink. you felt horrible because matty was already awake before you were, and you wanted to make some breakfast for the two of you. so as fast as you could, you push yourself out of bed just to go parade matty with hugs and kisses. and it doesn't take you too long to find him standing next to the coffee maker with his phone in hand endlessly scrolling. you throw your arms around his waist and yell, "happy birthday matty!!" as loud as you possible could. "awh, thank you, sweet girl," he says in his soft accent, placing a kiss on your head.

after you two finish up your coffee, you throw on a light spring plad dress with a pair of white heels and matty just in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. the studio the boys were working at was just a 10 minute walk, so you both decided to take advantage of the nice weather and saunter down to the studio. now this wasn't really a surprise party type thing, but you still wanted him to be surprised at the ordeal so you open the front door of the studio to notice george, adam, and ross gathered around the coffee table. it takes them a moment for them to catch up and notice you and matty at the entrance, but when they do, they engulf matty in happy birthdays, and when he notices the decorations around the room, he can't help but to turn bright red in happiness.

you stay a while at studio so you guys can share cupcakes together so when the time arrives, you place candles on the cupcakes and shut off the main lights and sing matty happy birthday. you give him a nice warm hug, and you two share a long kiss. "happy birthday, my love," you say, and he replies with a soft "thank you".

#matty #matty the 1975 #bfiafl #drive like i do #the 1975 #at their very best #matty healy #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty35

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underscorehealy · 23 days

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birthday wish: matty's 35th birthday fic 1

wc: below 1k i think

cw: just pure fluff, typos

an: hiya everyone!! this is the first fic in a 3 day span because of matty's birthday bash!! these were so much fun to write, and thank you to halla and vee for organizing this and making the prompts!! i hope you guys enjoy these little fics <3

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you've awaited this day you're entire relationship simply just because you two started dating 9 months ago, but you both couldn't be more in love.

april 8th, 1989 was the day the love of your life was born. so in preparation, you ordered a cake (though you had to ask george what his favorite flavor was), shopped for some gifts, and you wanted to make a nice dinner for the two of you.

matty's been in the studio all day working on their next album so you had a good amount of time to work on everything to make his birthday memorable. you don't consider yourself a chef in the slightest so for dinner, you decided on something classic yet still delicious: spaghetti and meatballs. you set up the table with a candlelight room, carefully put together a vase of flowers in the center, and hung the banner that said 'happy birthday' in gold lettering above the window in your dining area.

you're still cooking dinner when you hear the front door open. you stop what you're doing and embrace matty in a hug and kiss "hi, baby!! how was the studio? how're the boys?" "eh, same old, same old. made some concepts for album art and stuff. nothing compl- oh my god." he stops in his tracks into the dining room and you can't help but smile like a fool. "you like it?" you ask with rosy checks and a cheeky grin. "oh love, this is amazing. thank you so much." he says in the most loving and soft accent. his cheeks become just as red as yours and he pulls you in for a long kiss.

as soon as dinners ready, you set both of your plates and place them at the table where matty is already sitting with a bottle of coke cola next to him. "alright. i tried my best so i hope it's good enough for the birthday boy." matty giggles at the response and you can't help but look into his dark brown eyes and notice them glowing and you can't even believe how you got so lucky with him.

after dinner, you pull out the cake from the white cardboard box and put the numeral 35 candles in the middle along with a few rainbow ones. you light the candles and place the cake in front of him and sing happy birthday. the candle glow brings out his coffee brown curls in the most beautiful way possible and makes everything from his eyes to his neck look bright and welcoming. the glow in his eyes look like the eyes of a puppy dog; the cutest you've ever seen. he blows out the candles so you ask the age old question: "what did ya wish for, healy?". "you know i can't tell you or it won't come true." he says slyly. you both sit there silently smiling at each other waiting for him. "fine then. i wished that i would get to be with you for the rest of our lives and i'll get to love you forever and ever." you're almost brought to tears with that response as you can feel your throat tightening. "i love you, matty, so much. happy birthday love."

#matty35 #matty the 1975 #matty #the 1975 #drive like i do #bfiafl #at their very best #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction

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underscorehealy · 23 days

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first of matty birthday fics are coming out we are so back!!

birthday wish (d word matty x reader fluff)

it's the 6th for me already so here's the first of the matty35 birthday celebration fics, as organised by lovely @the1975attheirverybest and @abiiors!! pre-dating, very sweet, hope you enjoy <3

“for fuck's sake, matty, will you just fucking ask her?”

george is all but bashing his head off the desk in the office he and matty have unofficially claimed as their own, while the latter paces across the carpet, biting at the skin around his nails. “dunno, george. what if she says no?”

“wouldn't be the first time a hot girl's told you to do one, would it?”

“fuck off,” matty smacks his friend on the back of the head. objectively, he knows george is right - you are hot, that's merely a fact, you're gorgeous - but that doesn't mean he has to like hearing him bring it up.

whatever. it's not like matty can get mardy at him for it - he isn't your boyfriend, after all. technically, you're barely even friends; he's known you all of four weeks, and has yet to see you in a social setting.

he really fucking wants to, though. hence, his current dilemma.

george laughs. “mate, you're only asking her to come over to mine for your birthday drinks. it's not like you're asking her out or anything.”

“no,” matty hums, eyes unfocusing on their view out the window as his brain conjures up thoughts of doing just that. it's a nice thought, admittedly not an unfamiliar one, and something he will absolutely get distracted imagining if he doesn't snap out of it now. he blinks. “i just think it'd be nice if she was there, y'know? but, at the same time, i don't want her to feel weird about me asking, cos she doesn't know us that well yet.”

“i think you're overthinking it,” comes the salient reply. “can sort-of see where you're coming from, but i reckon if you just fucking ask her like a normal person then it'll be fine.”

matty sighs. “alright. you're right. i'll ask her before the end of the day.”

“well,” george turns to him, shit-eating grin on his face. he nods towards the glass panel on the door. “she's heading towards us, so you're doing it now.”

fuck. matty peers through the window, heart softening as he watches you wander towards him - sorry, them - stack of papers in hand and your hair escaping the messy ponytail he watched you shove it into earlier. “perfect.”

he barely has time to force the panic from his face before you're knocking softly on the half-open door, poking your head around it with a sweet smile. “hi, boys. am i okay to come in with some admin? i can come back later if you're busy.”

matty opens his mouth to speak, but george beats him to it. “oh, we're not busy at all. matty was just doing my fucking head in, as per,” he laughs when matty scowls at him. “what d'you need?”

“just got some risk assessments for album events that i need you to read and sign. the fun stuff,” you awkwardly (endearingly, matty would say) put the papers on the desk, looking up at matty as you step back and shyly clasp your hands behind your back. god, you are so fucking cute. “and, for the record, i doubt what george just said about you is true, matty.”

“thank you, darling,” matty smiles, at the exact same time as george says “no, he genuinely was being a pain in the arse”; he turns to his best friend, glaring. “what, george, like you're being to me now?”

george winks at you. “worse.”

you giggle nervously, turning towards the door - matty's heart drops as you do. “well, don't let me get in the way. just get those back to me as soon as you can, please, alright?”

“wait, before you go,” george calls after you. “can we talk to you about something?”

“um, yeah?” you turn back around, pretty face panicked, and nervously cross one arm over your stomach to hold the other. “am i in trouble?”

fuck, you are so adorable. matty smiles as softly as possible - not difficult, though, when it’s you he’s smiling at. “no, no, of course not. what would you even be in trouble for, anyway? you’re perfect.”

“oh,” you smile bashfully. “thank you.”

“it’s true. anyway,” matty clears his suddenly-very-dry throat as best he can. “we were wondering… are you, um, busy on saturday?”

“the 9th?” your brow furrows as you think. “yeah, i am, actually - my friend’s moving in with his boyfriend, and i said i’d help,” the panicked expression crosses your face again. “why do you ask? is there something else on that day that i should be at?”

crestfallen, matty replies with a “no, it’s alright, not a big deal”; george cuts him off, though. “it’s not a work thing, no - we were just gonna ask if you wanted to come to the little birthday celebration we’re having for matty at mine that day-”

“but really, if you can’t make it, no hard feelings,” matty interjects, practically tripping over his words in his haste to reassure you (read: seem cool about it, and not let on that he’s disappointed). “we know it’s short notice.”

you blink a few times, biting your lip before you look directly at matty and speak. “what time would you want me?”

well, anytime, all the time, really. “oh. just after 4? it’s quite casual, not a sit-down dinner or anything. but, like i said, no pressure.”

“no, i think i could probably be there for that time!” you nod enthusiastically. “i’ll text you if anything changes, but,” you beam, and matty thinks his heart might pack in. “i’ll do my best to be there. thanks for asking, both of you.”

“of course,” george grins. “you’re our friend. why wouldn’t we ask you?”

he isn’t technically wrong, calling you that on behalf of both of them, but it still makes matty feel like he’s bitten into a lemon. a friend; how he wishes there was another word prefixing it, one only he could use to describe you.

still, you’ll hopefully be there to celebrate his birthday with him, and that sweetens everything - if you turn up, that is. “exactly. you’re top of the guestlist, darling.”

you huff out a laugh, looking at matty so affectionately he could cry. “better make a proper effort to get to the party, then,” you look at your watch. “i’m sorry, i’ve got to run to a meeting - hopefully see you at the weekend?”

“yeah,” matty nods. you’re out of the office before he can finish speaking, and his parting phrase comes out feebly as a result. “bye, darling.”

he moves to sit back at his desk, lifting one of the risk assessments and beginning to read it in silence. george peers round his laptop, gawking at his best friend. “why you being all emo?”

“i’m not.”

“yeah, you are. you’re like a black cloud,” a beat passes, then george speaks again, voice softer. “the invitation went well, at least.”

matty hums noncommittally. “s’pose.”

“it did, matthew. she was excited. she said she’d try her best to be there. those are good things.”

“i know,” matty sighs. “i just… i hope she’ll be there. be a shame if she wasn’t.”

“i think she will.”

“well, we’ll see.”

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“... happy birthday, dear matty, happy birthday to you!”

matty smiles at the mismatched chorus of voices, laughing when charli ruffles his hair after she sets the cake down on the coffee table in front of him. “oi, bean,” he lightly taps eilidh, sat on his lap, on the shoulder. “i know we’re a bit early to be celebrating your birthday, but will you help me blow out the candles?”

she nods excitedly, tiny ponytail bouncing. matty beams, and they gently blow out a “3” candle each, to a soundtrack of applause. ross, sat next to the two of them, reaches over to smooth his daughter’s hair. “have the cigarettes finally caught up to you, or are you just getting too old?”

matty furrows his brow. “d’you mean?”

“well, you just needed my toddler’s help to blow out your candles - stop it, i’m joking,” his friend laughs, leaning to the side to avoid matty smacking the back of his head. “did you make a wish?”

“obviously.”

“what for?”

“can’t tell you,” matty takes a sip of his wine, lifting it out of eilidh’s reach - ross lifts her onto his own lap, and she cuddles into him quite cutely. “won’t come true, otherwise.”

“fair enough,” ross shrugs. he nods to something behind matty. “g’s trying to get your attention, mate.”

“is he?” matty turns, heart rate increasing when he hears george saying your name into the phone pressed to his ear. after excusing himself from the table, he quickly follows his friend into the quiet hallway, tensing every muscle in his body to stop his leg bouncing in nervous anticipation.

the nerves fade quickly, though - george smiles as he talks, and then he says something that makes matty want to actually skip around the house. “you’re almost here? amazing, everyone’s looking forward to seeing you…”

understatement of the fucking century.

“... and yeah, i’ll make sure someone’s outside so you know where to go,” he laughs down the line, and matty’s heart melts at the thought of you endearingly asking for that. “alright, no worries. see you soon,” george ends the call, sighing dramatically before smirking at the birthday boy. “told you she’d be here.”

“yeah, yeah,” matty rolls his eyes, but he can’t keep his cheeks from lifting into a smile, no matter how hard he tries. although, to be fair, he’s not trying particularly hard. “i’ll wait for her, mate.”

“you sure? it’s your party, after all.”

“exactly - i should be there to greet the guests,” matty smirks. “and i fancy a cig, too, if i’m honest.”

george scoffs. “typical. here,” he chucks a set of house keys at matty, who manages to catch them with the very tips of his fingers. “you’d better head out now.”

“sweet.”

it’s actually a little bit chilly when matty steps outside george’s front door, but it’s a nice evening; the sun is just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over london, the birds are chirping quietly, and the whole thing is just really quite peaceful. he perches as well as he can on the front gate, lighting up a cigarette and contentedly taking a drag. by the time your uber arrives, he’s halfway finished the cig, but he barely has time to even think about stubbing it out before you’re out of the car and walking towards him.

he waves, eyes trailing slowly up your body, lingering on your bare legs and almost popping out of his head when they take notice of the slight cleavage your sundress is showing off. not that it’s obscene, or anything, he’s just so used to seeing you all office-chic and buttoned-up. still, matty quickly shifts his focus to that beautiful face of yours, just to keep his cool.

as if he could, around you.

you beam as you near him. “hi! i’m so, so sorry i’m late,” you open your arms for a hug, and he slots into them eagerly, savouring the rose of your perfume. “had to marinate in the shower for a bit after today, i stunk.”

“well, you smell good now. and you look it, too, i love that dress,” matty replies, heart breaking ever so slightly when you pull apart. “and you’re here, that’s all that matters.”

“thanks! and i wouldn’t have missed your birthday, matty - speaking of, here,” you pull a bottle of red from your bag and hand it to him. “didn’t know what to get you, so i figured this was a safe bet.”

“you didn’t have to get me anything! thanks, though, darling,” he looks at the label, eyes widening. “shit, this is good. shall we go inside and open it?”

“oh, if you like,” you smile. “or you can save it for someone special, i'm cool either way.”

matty shrugs, smiling. “i mean, i'm looking at such a person right now.”

it's maybe a tiny bit far a statement for a platonic relationship, but you don't take it badly at all - you just smile back, quietly agree to share the wine, and follow matty when he leads you back into the house and straight into the empty kitchen.

you gasp when you see the birthday cake on the counter. “no! i missed the cake?”

“only by a few minutes,” matty stops rummaging in a drawer for the corkscrew to look round at you; his heart jolts when he sees you look genuinely sad. “really, darling, it's not a big deal.”

“i still feel bad, though. i really am sorry for not being here on time, matty.”

“hey, none of that, please,” he hands you a glass of wine and puts his arm around your shoulders, biting back a beam as you automatically melt into him. “like i said, you're here now, and that's the main thing. and it's my birthday party, so you have to listen to me.”

“alright,” you look up at him, smiling, and hold out your glass. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

he smiles warmly at the pet name, heart aglow, and taps his glass lightly on your own. “thank you, darling. d'you think we should cut the cake?”

jesus, what a spiral that phrase could lead him into. thank god you're not wearing white today.

you nod. “where does george keep plates? i'll get them.”

“cupboard above the kettle.”

plates and knife procured, matty carefully slices into the cake, oohing and ahhing at the interior. “wow. look at the layers! they're so neat.”

“alright, paul hollywood.”

he giggles. “i love bake off.”

“so do i - oh, thank you,” you take the plate from him, and then a bite of the cake. “fuck me, that's good.”

he laughs, pushing himself to sit on the counter and taking a bite of his own slice. “christ, you were not kidding. fucking amazing.”

“isn't it?” you wash your bite down with some wine. “m'still sorry i didn't get to see you blowing out the candles, though.”

“eilidh helped me.”

you aww, perching yourself on the counter next to him. “i take it you made a wish?”

“of course.”

“good,” you rest your head on his shoulder, so casually intimate that matty thinks his legs would give way if he tried to stand right now. “d'you think it'll come true?”

he rests his head atop yours, smiling when you giggle at him. “you know what? i think it already has.”

#yippee #y'all are so talented #THIS IS SO GOOD???

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producer in crime: chapter 2; watch what happens next

wc: 960 something

cw: none

an: hiiii!!! thank you all for being so so patient with chapter 2 and i'm so sorry for all the delays. massive props and thank yous to @abouttofillhisshoes for proofreading and editing for me!!! anyways, i hope you all enjoy <3

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Monday arrives faster than you could've imagined. With no time to spare, you’re rushing in and out of stores on Sunday, trying to find some type of business appropriate dress. You eventually cave on a yellow, sunflower floral dress with a pair of white heels, tying the outfit together with a heart necklace that your mom had gifted you when you moved out to london. With Monday morning having finally arrived, you wake up with a rush of adrenaline and excitement. 9 am on the dot, you're out of your flat and taking a stroll down to your local coffee shop and hoping Matty is doing the same. Opening the door behind you, you hear running footsteps approach you.

"Ah- shit! Stella!" you look over to your right just to see matty rushing over to you just to catch the door. you step back a bit just to embrace his arrival.

"Em, you good there, matty?" you say as you begin to giggle.

"Yeah, yeah" he mutters as he gives a slap on the shoulder trying to catch his breath.

You let him take a deep breath and console him after he returns to a normal state. "Erm- yeah, can i get an oat milk latte, please?" you say as you place your order. "Watcha want, Matty?"

You can't help but blush watching Matty order. His sweet and soft accent is like music to your ears. and don't get yourself started on his freckles. He's just everything you could've ever wished for in a man. You pay for him, and Matty flashes you a smile. The two of you spent what felt like hours talking about everything there is to talk about. From life, your cat, music, to movies, sports, everything you and Matty both enjoy.

You cherished the time the two of you got to spend together developing a friendship. He seemed to really enjoy it too. Whenever he spoke, you were so utterly captivated by his soft northern british accent. It's so light and soft yet so strong and recognizable. You remember being freshly 16 when the 1975's debut came out. You and your friends were out clubbing when chocolate played over the speakers. You were so drawn into Matty's deep accent but when you remember his old accent compared to the one he has now, it's less deep. You couldn't lie, you definitely fit into the stereotype of not knowing what Matty is saying in that song.

"Alright, well, I suppose we should head off to the office, yeah? I don't mind driving you to the office and back. s'all good." he says with a light smile. "That'd be great. Thank you so much.'' He smiles and nods in response.

Like the gentlemen he is, he opens the passenger door for you before getting himself in. You blush in response to the kind gesture. You both chat a bit in the car with the radio on, mainly talking about the song that was currently playing, but the conversation stops once you two arrive at the office. Matty helps you around the building and guides you into the meeting room. Until now, you'd never really realized how much taller he is than you. You stand at an unimpressive 5'3 and you aren't exactly sure how tall he is. It's a running joke in the 1975 fandom that Matty's incredibly short but when you look at band pictures, you can totally see it. The meeting eventually started and the entire thing felt very relaxed.

Jamie and George were really good at being able to communicate with you and you talked about the cover for the album. They were going to have Jordan, the band's main photographer, help out with any sort of album promo and covers. The most important factor, though, was changing the name of the album. You weren't exactly sure what you wanted to change it to but you would surely let Jamie know. The meeting doesn't last as long as you'd originally thought so you and Matty are back in his car in which he agreed to drop you off back at your flat after the meeting. The conversation you two were having earlier resumes. nothing less than pleasant. Once you arrive back home, Matty gives you a warm and gentle smile placing a thumb on your thigh. "Thank you so much Stells. I appreciate it."

'Stells'. that nickname just made your heart pace. You stutter out a ‘you're welcome’ and enter the lobby straight up to your flat, so grateful to have such lovely people make your dreams come true.

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