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my heart actually just fucking stopped

"babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go." with matty 🧎🏼‍♀️ thank u my liege ily 💞🩷💓

I’m connecting those because they’re kind of similar, I hope you like it. Thank you for your kindness btw x

sleepy dialogue prompt 🧸

^ "you're blurring your words together, time for bed." & "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go." (matty)

You know matty said you don’t have to wait up. But you’ve barely seen each other the past weeks because he’s been busy with working on his new album and honestly work hasn’t been giving you a break either.

That’s why you’re sitting on his couch, watching criminal minds with a soothing night lamp at the end of the couch.

You’re fighting sleep at this point and when you look at your phone and see that it’s almost 2 you know he’s going to be home in just a few minutes. You rub your eyes and watch the people trying to investigate a crime in the TV but all you can think about is matty. His hair, his smile, his skin, the way he loves to kiss every inch of your skin.

You feel your heart flutter at just the thought of his Matty’s going to act when he finally comes home.

You sink deeper into the fabric, the warmth of the blanket trying to lull you into sleep. And you almost do but then you hear the clinking of the door.

Matty exhales all his worry and stress when he comes through the door, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. He’s sure that you’re asleep but when he hears voices from the living room he steps inside, running his hand through his hair.

When he sees you on the couch, Redbull on the table in front of you his heart melts a bit.

You turn your head and smile at him, “you’re home.”

“I am,” he says, settling onto the couch next to you.

He leans over you and spends some time kissing you.

His lips are warm and soft, a perfect contrast to the cool night air that clings to him. He cups your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek as he deepens the kiss. You melt into him, the exhaustion of the day slipping away with each tender touch.

"You should've gone to bed, love," he murmurs against your lips, but there's no reprimand in his voice, only affection.

"I wanted to wait for you," you reply, your voice sleepy but full of love.

“You’re cute,” he brushes his nose against yours, “scoot over, what are you watching?”

“Criminal minds, of course.” you sound sassy which makes him giggle, behind you.

“F’course.”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. You feel his lips brush softly against the spot behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He moves your hair to the side, his kisses trailing from behind your ear to the nape of your neck, each one slow and tender.

His hands are warm, one resting gently on your waist, the other slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. "I missed you," he murmurs, his lips barely leaving your skin as he speaks. His voice is low, filled with affection, and it makes your heart flutter.

You close your eyes, fully focusing on his touch.

“Missed you too,” you whisper back.

Matty's lips curve into a smile against your neck. "You’re so beautiful," he says softly, his hand tracing gentle patterns on your stomach. “Most gorgeous girl on the planet.”

You turn your head slightly to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “You’re too sweet, Matty.”

“Nonsense,” he tries to convince you by kissing you softly, his lips lingering against yours.

When he pulls back you don’t move. You try to gaze into his brown perfect eyes but you fight fight to keep your eyes open.

Matty smiles, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“Are you tired, love?”

You don’t respond immediately, too caught up in the warmth of his body and the softness of his touch. He nudges you gently, his voice a soft murmur, “Hm, baby?”

You shake your head, not wanting to admit how tired you are. “Not tired, tell me about your day, about your week.”

Matty chuckles, “you sure? babe, you can barely keep you eyes open, let’s go to bed.”

“No.” You turn around, switching from the spooning position to facing him. You wrap your arm around him to keep him close. “C’mon Matty, talk to me.”

“god,” he laughs, “alright.”

His touch is soothing, his fingers lightly massaging your scalp. You relax completely, feeling the tension drain from your body.

“It was busy, we had a lot of work, some new projects that came in. It was a bit chaotic but we all managed.”

His hand moves to your back, drawing slow circles that make you sigh contentedly.

“Tell me more,” you say, your eyes fluttering close. You don’t want matty to notice so you hide your face in the crook of his neck. He’s not stupid though and he knows you.

First of all he grabs the remote control to shut the TV off, the less distractions the more you might admit that you’re tired.

Matty kisses the top of your head, “thought about you the whole day and all I wanted to do was come home to you.”

“N’ I’m glad you’re here, after this shit week n’ all.”

It’s clear that you shouldn’t be awake. Matty sits up which leads to you groaning and trying to cling to him. He sits up and pulls the blanket away from you, folding it and throwing it over the back of the couch.

“Alright now, you’re blurring your words together, time for bed.”

He lifts you effortlessly into his arms.

“Matty, want to stay here with you, want to-.”

He shakes his head and shushes you gently. “Nah, no arguing, you’re exhausted, love.” His lips brush your forehead.

You try to object again, but he’s already carrying you towards the bedroom. “You just came home though, we have no time,” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, this time on your temple.

“Shh, just relax,” he insists. “Everything can wait. Right now, you need to sleep and we have tomorrow, right?”

You finally give in, your head resting against his chest as he carries you. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and comforting, and it lulls you further into drowsiness. He lays you down gently on the bed and tucks you in, his hands warm and soothing as they adjust the blankets around you.

“Love you so much.”

“I love you, darling,” he replies, slipping into bed beside you and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you close, his body warm and comforting against yours. “Now sleep, love. I’m right here.”

My Spotify is really just agreeing with me rn , Roadkill should always be at the top of my on repeat 😂😂 and I have my pictures for my lock screen on like a loop and like 7 different pictures and to unlock my phone with this picture and TUNE at the same time is just JESUS LOOKING DOWN ON ME 😂😂😂

That’s my man right there

OMG IM SO EXCITED TO THIS INSTALMENT ARGHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Word count : 4k

Warnings : mention of food and dieting , Weed

IM SO EXCITED

Mattys POV

(A week or so has gone by since last instalment)

Oh my god things have been wild lately, George is finally visiting today he's going to be here for at least ten days I believe and I can't bloody wait for it. I couldn't sleep last night we were up all night on FaceTime, he fell asleep eventually because he "didn't wanna look like complete shit when we first met", which is stupid because he can't look bad in anyway , to me. His train was due at 4 this afternoon but since I hadn't slept I had started getting ready at 7am , showered, dressed in skinny jeans and a floral shirt that I'm sure I stole from my mum once upon a time and my Docs because what else would I wear, I had spent at least half an hour just trying to make sure my hair didn't look like a damn bird nest or that I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, brushed my teeth and even had some breakfast. It was now 8:30 and I'm pacing, like actually pacing because I hate waiting. He'd texted me this morning but he doesn't want to show me his outfit because he wants it to be a surprise so in turn I said I wouldn't show him mine which is hell because I love this shirt so much and love showing it off. On what feels like my fifth lap of the house my dad had tried to convince me to sit down for a bit but even if I did it would be roughly five minutes before I was up and moving again. So in turn he'd asked if I wanted to go for a drive which I accepted gratefully. I think he was taking me to Tesco to pick up some stuff for dinner later.

We were just walking around the shop my dad pushing the trolley and me just shoving literally anything in it. "So this lad then, George is it?" , I nod with a smile on my face. "What are we to call him, like is he your boyfriend or just a friend who you like, or just a normal friend". My dads just amazing always trying to understand things

"For now he's just a friend that I like but Um we're somewhat both interested in one another but haven't asked the question yet, so please don't call him my boyfriend yet because I haven't asked and don't want to scare him away yet", I throw at least five packets of noodles into the trolley. "He likes noodles , is that enough or should I get more?"

"Son , your gunna work yourself into a headache just breath okay, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine" , I take a few deep breaths and we continue on through the shop. Stopping to drop a few more things in.

"Uh Dad, Would it be okay if we got some alcohol?, I promise I won't over do it" , I know he probably can't trust a word I say because I can't prove that I won't but I really want him to trust me.

"I'll be honest lad , I think we'll have to ask your mum first and we can come back later if she says it's okay" , we just ponder around a few more isles and drop random things into the trolley "you haven't smoked today have you!"

"Not yet no , why?"

"Would you like to drive the car home ?" , we loading stuff onto the check outs , I do have my lisence I got it last year and I do have a car but my mum and dad took my keys after the crash with Janey because they didn't trust me in the car unless I was with one

of them.

"Are you sure dad!"

"If you'd like son , just be careful yeh?"

"Oki thank you dad , honestly thank you", I threw my arms around him and he held me just for a second and we made our way to the checkouts putting all the items through and packing them up, I'm a little meticulous about the packing and how to do it so dad just lets me do it my way "Also da , we need to go to the pharmacy my medication is ready to pick up"

"Which ones is it where picking up today lad ?" , we'd picked up like 2 other ones this week but I think they were for anxiety and anti-sickness but these ones are just supplements for food.

"Just food equivalent to help me get my appetite back like the ones I had years ago" , my dad payed for the food swiping his card across the card reader and waved goodbye too the cashier as we leave and as he's packing up the car I jump in the front seat and get myself accustom with the steering and gears again.

"You all ready then Son", he jumps into the passenger side and buckled up eager to see how well I do

"As I'll ever be ,I guess"

The drive to the pharmacy wasn't to bad to be fair, I'm still a pretty good driver and my dad said I did well so I'm happy about that. I didn't want to go in again for like the 3rd day running so Dad went in for me giving me a second to just breath and reply to George. Last message I got he was still getting ready he doesn't have to leave for the station till around about 1 and it's only 9:30, I think we both just got a little to eager.

MATTY: my dad let me drive !!!!

GEORGE: yeh ?, how did you do?

MATTY: haven't driven in a while so thought I'd mess up a little but it actually went okay, we've been to Tesco to get food for the next few days , we're at the pharmacy now and then where going home and I think I'm going to tidy my room cuz it's an actual pigsty might ask mum to help

GEORGE : don't have to tidy for me love, my rooms a shit tip

MATTY: I will anyway

As my dad came back I slid my phone back into my pocket he handed me my medicine to make sure it was the right thing because he really had no idea what is was called , neither did I to be honest but it looked right so I just flung it on the dashboard and we made our way back home

We unpacked the bags in the kitchen as Loius ran around looking literally as excited as I felt as he'd grown to really like George too they interacted a lot over the past week , and when I told him George was coming to visit he got so darn happy he climbed up onto the middle island in the kitchen and watched us unpack

"How long till Georgie is here Maffu ?"

"He's coming today little dude but it's still a long time yet" , after unpacking the last bag I pick loius up and manoeuvre him so he's on my back, and I carry him back up stairs and flip him onto my bed " you gunna help Maffu clean up ?"

"I don't wanna tidy Maffu but I'll watch", he's always just soooo me and it makes me laugh and ruffle his hair again as he looks up at my with the big smile and those big blue eyes.

"That's okay, can you get Mummy for me then"

"Oki", he jumps back off the bed and runs through the house , leaving me stood in the middle of the room looking around trying to figure out where to start, it really is such a mess in here, mugs and plates everywhere, piles of clothes, shoes just milking around , stacks and stack of books , dvds and cds and my bed isn't even made. I get lost in my thoughts when I here a knock on my door that makes me jump.

"Sorry love didn't mean to startle you, what was it you needed me for?"

"Can you possibly help me tidy up in here , I don't know where to start and it's so bad" , she looks around just as baffled as me, then strides over and pulls me into a hug.

"Love ,what happened in here?"

"I just haven't had the effort or will power to clean up Mum, sorry" , I hug her close and then as we separate herself we both look around and make a mental note on where to start

"Right first of all love , take all the dishes downstairs and ask you dad if he can clean them up , then come back up and we can sort your clothes out okay", I nod and then get to picking up the cups and plates grimacing when I realise how bad it actually is. I run downstairs with the dirty plates and mugs dropping them carefully into the sink, then run back up the stairs two at a time to help mum. "What clothes are clean and what aren't love ?"

"Most of its clean it just needs to be folded and put away really", it takes me a few more seconds to actually sit down and start folding a pile that was next to where I stood, Im so bad at keeping up with cleaning it bores me. I noticed mum stand up and start putting clothes into drawers and stops to look at something already in the drawer

"Matty , love what are these?”

I drop the shirt I was folding onto the floor as I know exactly what she was talking about as I know what I’d been hiding in that drawer, I scratch the back of my neck as I breath in ALL the air that was in the room and try to piece a reply together. My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words leave my mouth.

“Matty love?”

“It’s nothing important Mum, just put it back please” , I take three big stride across to her and place my hands around the books “Mum seriously it’s nothing”

She did let me take them and shove them back the drawer as she takes a tentative seat on my bed and pats the space next to her. “Sit down for a minute please my love” , once I’ve got the books properly back into the drawer and place myself down next to her. “Can you please tell me why you feel the need to have books about dieting love”.

“It’s not important Mumma , it doesn’t mean anything, I just have them”

“First off Matty , I’ve been keeping an eye on everything to do with your eating habits for a while and I know there not very good , your skin and bone love , and you only ever call me Mumma when your anxious , so please you know I’m not going to be mad , can you please explain to me why?”

I know she won’t be mad and I know it’s not something that’s that big of a deal but its still scary to talk about , so as I think of the right words to say I just ponder in my mind what I need and look around my room as I try to explain. “It’s just about the element of control , I was losing control of everything in my life and I was freaking out so bad you know , like I had zero semblance of control, but then I found a book at school about diets like I know people diet duh , but um when I read it, a lot of it was about how people diet to gain control over something, so I tried and I read a lot of them but then I even lost control of that and I’m scared again so I hid them so I wasn’t as embarrassed about losing control of even that and people wouldn’t ask if they saw and I wouldn’t ave to talk about it”

“Matty , I know things are hard right now love , and I’m proud that your talking to me , but why couldn’t you tell me earlier”

“I don’t know Mum really, I guess I just didn’t know how to” , I got back up from my bed and went back over to the drawer taking the books back out and contemplated them for a while. “Can you take them Mum”

“What would you like me to do with them?”

“Just don’t let me have them I guess , I’m going to try to get better , Dr Adrian gave me the medication for it and I’m gunna work harder at everything I promise”. I get back to the cleaning of my room “Mum?”

“Yes love”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately and I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I also appreciate you for letting George come because he really helps me be a better version of myself and I really hope you can see that when he’s here , I know I haven’t known him that long but he really does help me”

“I’m so glad that you’ve found someone that you can talk to Matty , you don’t have to apologise everyone goes through hard times , you’ve just got to pick yourself up and if you need help keep talking , be it to me or George or your dad even Louis , I know he’s just a kid but even if you talk you’ll feel better”

“Thank you”

It takes us a few more hours to tidy up my room it really was a state , and I talked to my Mum the whole time about how I felt about everything and anything. When we had finished the tidying and cleaning up it looked like a completely different room I hadn’t seen it like this in at least a month.

It’s now 12:30 and although I’m more than excited to see George the restlessness was starting to get to me again, George had informed me he was on his way to the train station now his train was at 2 and it took him an hour to get to the station. It was getting harder to not be nervous because I was really just watching the time tick by. I’d rolled a joint after I’d finished cleaning my room but hadn’t got round to smoke it yet because dads trying to keep me busy until we have to go because he knows if I’m just sitting waiting then I’m going to get irritable. With this being the first time I’d had a break today I decided to just let them know I’m going for a smoke. So now I’m just sat outside on the front porch relaxing as I smoke the joint.

Matty: I’m so nervous darling x

George: I’m actually shutting a brick 😂 , would your dad mind if I went for smoke when I got off the train or would he wanna get going straight away ?x

Matty: He won’t mind , I’m sure he’d understand

George : I’ll be grand then , will you be waiting for me on the platform or will I meet you outside.

Matty : I’ll wait on the platform you dick😂

George : thanks love x

I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish my joint before making my way inside, I know it’s lunchtime and I should eat but I’m not the hungry yet but Louis came running through to the kitchen and attached himself to my leg “How long now Maffu” , I picked him up and put him on the counter while messing up his hair, he’s got a lollipop hanging out his mouth so I didn’t really catch what he said, I took the sweat out of his mouth for a second.

“What was that kid ?”

He smiled a lopsided grin at me and rolled his eyes dramatically , so much like me. “How long till Georgie is here silly?”, I gave him back his sweet and he shoved it back into his mouth even though I was just holding it my hand was sticky so I turned the tap on and started washing my hands

“He’s getting on the train really soon , then daddy and I will go get him , do you want to come too?”, he again smiled at me his eyes growing to the size of bowling balls and he take his sweet out of his mouth again.

“Can I ?”

“If you want too kiddo , just finish up with your sweet and wash your hands and then we can talk cuz that’s going to take you ages to eat”

“I don’t want it anymore, you have it” , he went to hand it to me but I told him that’s it’s okay and just to put it in the bin , he runs back over to me, I lift him up and help him wash his hands. “Will George play with me when he comes ??”

“I’m sure he will Kiddo”

I spent the next few hours just playing about with Louis , on the play station, watching tv with him , helped him with some homework that he had left around about 2:30 he fell asleep on my lap while we were watching the TV , George had texted me saying that he was now on the train half an hour ago, and we should be leaving in an hour because it doesn’t all to long from ours to get to the station here, so I took Louis idea into consideration and tried to take a nap myself which in theory maybe wasn’t the best idea but I was starting to get tired so that I did , I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes so I could get my head down for a little while. I layed myself down trying not to disturb Louis and sleep consumed me

My alarm woke us both up at 3:15 , Louis was not too happy with it, he was still tired and he was throwing a little hissy fit “hey kiddo , I know your tired and I know you wanted to come to pick Georgie up but you need to calm down for me so we can get ready to go can you find your shoes for me ay ?” , he just clung to me his tiny frame shaking as he cried “hey hey hey it’s okay , you can have another nap you know , come on kiddo no need for tears”

“But I’m still sleepy , I wanna go bed” , as I got myself he was still clinging to me so I decided to take him upstairs to bed his head was resting on my shoulder the whole time. “Maffu , is it okay if I just stay here”

“It’s okay kiddo , just get a big nap for me and when you wake up George will be here and you can play all day yeh” , he nodded against me as I lay him down on his bed and tucked him up and kissed his head

“I’ll see you later okay”

“Okay Maffu”

I got myself completely got my leather jacket from my room , checked to see if my dad was ready, he let me know that he was just going to finish his tea and then we’d get going. So I just waited by the door, annoying I know but I just wanted to get going. Once he was ready I raced out to the car like I was 7 again jumping into the passenger side as my dad made his way to driver seat and we got going. I couldn’t help my leg bouncing up and down anxiously the whole way there, I’d bitten my nails raw Mum would have killed me for it but dad doesn’t mind. I’d chain smoked the whole ride there out the window of course and really it wasn’t that bad the train station was just half an hour away so it was really not to bad. We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare so I checked my hair in the middle mirror of the car and started fussing with my outfit until my dad told me again that I looked absolutely fine and to stop worrying , I sat and waited for literally only two minutes before I decided I just wanted to go in and wait so I just told my Dad that I’d let him know when I’ve got George and we’re going to have a smoke before we come back, he gave me a quick nod and smile before I got out and made my way inside

Inside the station was so busy, people milling about the place, so much sounds and smells, it was so hot in there as well but I tried to gather myself and push through I saw that the train from London was going to be arriving on platform 3, I started making my way there but there was quite a lot of people waiting there aswell and I could feel myself getting anxious and my nerves were getting the best of me so I hung back and just sent George a quick message letting him know that I am inside but I’m not on the platform because it looked busy, he replied not to long free to let me know that it was okay and he’d call me once he departed the train and I could let him know where I was which helped me alot. I decided to wait outside WHSmith a small convenience store that was off to the side of the platforms , True to his word after a small five minutes more of waiting my phone started to buzz in my hand and George’s contact appeared on my screen

“Hey there”

“Hiya love , that’s me just coming off , where is it your at ?, you doing okay it’s not to busy for you is it ?”

“I’m stood outside smiths , I’m okay for now it’s not to busy round here I’ll be okay, I just really can’t wait to see you now”

“I’ll can see it , from where Im at so I should be there in no time at all handsome”

I couldn’t help but smile , my heart was racing , basically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, I could hardly wait, there wasn’t much conversation going on between us we were both just keeping an eyes out for each other, He soon caught my eye “I can see you , you lanky fuck”, despite feeling nervous and anxious about everyone around us the fact that I could see him sent a jolt of pure joy through me and I felt my legs starting to race to him. As I began running to me I could see the moment he clocked me and he just dropped his suitcase open his arms to me and I ran into his arms and burried my face in his chest pushing my phone into my pocket without even hanging up. We stayed there in each other arms for what felt like an age not saying anything just holding each other and it felt so right

“Hiya handsome” , I pulled away first but not all the way just enough so I could look up and his and the smile on his face was everything I needed to feel relaxed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks already. “Jesus , you really ARE a lanky twat aren’t ya” his smile grew bigger if that was even possible and we giggled to each other and he pulled me closer to him

Once we’d sorted ourselves out taking at least another five minutes just holding one another we were just stood line idiots smiling at each other and he eventually picked his suitcase back up and I’d sorted my phone in my pocket I took his hand and lead him outside to the smoking area.

“Babe , you looks so cool, by the way” , I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the word babe leave his mouth and it had my blushing even more than I thought humanly possible and I took his hand that was in mine and kissed it as we both giggled again.

“You look so fit”

Part 24

Word count :2079

Mentions : just talking about codependency a lot in this chapter

George's POV

"Huh?", I totally didn't even register that I'd said what I'd said until I'd finished talking and now I look like a right idiot confessing how much I want him even though I've know him less than a week. What a knob I am, my mind is spiralling while he's just sat there with the biggest cheesiest grin and blushing

"You want me all to yourself, all you gotta do is ask Georgie", I looked up at him from where I was looking at my floor slight shock in my eyes I've barley know him a week as I've already said how do I as someone something like that he barley know me , I'm mental.

"Wh...eh...what do you mean love?", He might just be messing , hopefully , I'd get it , I understand why he'd be messing I have been kinda clingy, I have been all over him to just talk to me all the time maybe he's just trying to get me to back off , in's aging that everytime I think about him all I can hear is him telling his friend he likes me.

I watch him get comfortable on the floor and concentrate on what he's trying to say his mind already looks like it's racing "what I'm trying to say is um, I know we haven't know each other long, but like I feel this kind of like peace and tranquility when I'm around you and you keep me calm and I'm happy right, and people now a days are just striving to find happiness constantly looking for the pursuit of happiness and it's like if you not happy your wrong but that's not that case but either way you make me happy I don't have to pretend with you , I want you around , no , I need you around, so what I was trying to say is if you want me then you can have me, we don't have to label it as anything just yet, we can just talk and see where it goes", his hands flailing around as he's pulling his words together looking so animated "like it's nothing you have to force yanno just see where it goes and we can like , I don't know decide what we want to do at a later date if that's what you want", he lets out a big breath after ranting and shy smiles at me while picking at the skin around his nails.

It takes me a minute to process everything he just said and I lose myself in my thoughts until I hear slight movement on his side and jump out of my thoughts "if that's really what you'd like to do then I'd really love to give it a go but I don't want to put pressure on you" , There's no way he could be interested in me I'm not that amazing. "I really like you Matty".

"I really like you to Darlin , and I want to give this a go, I haven't properly tried with anyone in a long time, that's on me but I really want to try , and I need you to know that there will be times where I'm not talkative or might not wanna talk but please just bare with me when that does happen" , I'd give him anything he needs whenever he needs it so long as I always know how he's feeling and he communicates it with me.

"I promise I'll be what you need Matty", There's a smile adoring my face and my cheeks feel warm as shit and I can tell there blushing, his face mirrors mine on the other side. "Can I hear what you where writing ?", I start swaying on my chair. Swinging back and forth as he picks up his guitar from the floor and places the pick in his mouth again as he goes over the words on the paper

"It's not done yet but I'll show you what I have", he brings the pick down and begins to strum the guitar

"Now run,run away from the boys in the blue

Oh my car smells like chocolate

Hey now , I think about what to do

I Think about what to say

I Think about how to think

Pause it , play it , pause it , play it , pause it"

But every-time he says think it comes out more like fink and I swear it's the cutest thing ever. I'm in awe of him every-time I hear him play, hearing his voice a little crackly and raw is amazing.

"Oh , we go where nobody know

With guns hidden under out petticoats

No , where never gunna quit it

No , where never gunna quit it no"

He awkwardly placed the guitar down and pulls his jumper sleeve over his hands "that's all I have right now"

"It's kinda funky actually I really like it, any discourse behind it or just a vibe?" , he's searching me , I can see he's willing himself to talk his mouth opens a few times but no words come out, "you don't have to tell me"

"No, no....no..it's okay...it's about the night of the crash really...very losely based on what happened....it was quite cathartic writing it really", I just want to be there with him and watch him go through that writing process with him, write with him , make music with him, my room suddenly gets really cold again , I guess the heating is broken and they can't get it fixed yet. I pull my hoodie around me tightly and pull my hood up. "Are you alright darlin?".

"It's just cold in here is all, wish I could hold you, wish I could have you warming me up ?" , that's when my mind travels again, Imagine he was here with me right now, laying with me on top of my grey duvet, cuddled up together watching a movie or playing video game. Just melting into one another.

"Do you want a hug", he stretched out his arms towards me from his side of the screen as if to pull me into a hug and it just melted my brain.

"Love if I could possibly even touch you right now you wouldn't even have to ask" , I'm a stage four clinger the minute he's in my presence I don't know if I'd ever let go. "But yes love to answer your question I'd love a hug right about now"

I can see Matty looking around his room then he basically jumps up from his spot on the floor exiting the screen for a second but comes back with a really fluffy cardigan "I should send you this ay, because then you'd be warm and feel like your getting hugs at the same time and a bonus it smells like me, all the best things really" , I can see him holding it tightly and I can tell it means a lot to him even though it's just a cardigan.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to you know" , I can feel myself blushing again, this is going to be a very common occurrence when I'm around him "it does look cozy though"

"I want to give it to you though" , I can't get over how  beautiful he is right now, he looks so small in his room, the juxtaposition between his tiny body against the high walls.

"If that's what you want handsome, hey sorry but back to the song, em do you mind telling me about Janey, just so I know how to help you when you get bad, if I know about how you guys where and stuff I might be able to help” , I know this is really out of the blue but I’ve just really thought about it the last few days that telling me about her might give me better understanding on how to help him when he gets into his head.

“W…w..why?”

“Sorry that was stupid of me , you don’t have to, I uh just thought that, if I know how things were between you two I might be able to help you better when your in your head” , I begin to panic a little as I don’t want him to think I’m prying or deliberately trying to hurt him by asking about something that upsets him but if he can talk about her it might help.

“No no darlin , it’s okay, it just caught me off guard a little that’s all, we were very codependent with one another from like a really really young age, for the longest time we thought we were brother and sister , because her mum was friends with my mum and dad , so she’d be round most days we went to the same nursery , grew up with each other, one year she went to Tenerife when we where about 8 or 9 I swear those ten days where the worst days of my life, cried every single day asking my mum how many days till she’s home , the night she got back, I begged my mum to ask if she could come sleep over which she did” , he’s smiling and looks so happy talking about her , he still has his sleeves draped over his hands and he’s curled himself inwards so he’s holding his knees to his chest, I wish I could be there to lend a supporting hand, but for now all I can do is listen.

“As we got older, we were still joined at the hip, couldn’t have one without the other really but things happened with her , her mum left when she was 11 and her dad basically turned into a drunk more or less , then she kinda turned into a little rebel herself but I wouldn’t let her do anything by herself so if she got I trouble we’d both get in trouble , blood bonds and all that” , I could see him get up from his position on the floor and set himself up at his desk .

“Sorry it was getting uncomfortable down there , anyway , yeh I’d have done anything for her , she was the best thing to ever happen in my life you know , I was always trying to impress her , I know she’d never like me that way cuz she liked girls which is also another reason that when we dated it didn’t last long , but she was always so beautiful and I always wanted to be around her, so when she was drinking , I was drinking , when she was smoking , I was too , and the same when it came to coke”

“I always just wanted to keep her safe , so if she was getting high I was gunna get high with her , didn’t want her doing it alone , wanted to protect her because I know what guys where like and what they’d be thinking so I wanted to be there all the time when she was getting high so she was safe, we used to only get high at parties but then it happened more often to get us through school , or get us through work and it got really bad and people started noticing so we tried to stop , the last party we were at we both tried not to but people kept offering us and we could say no and that’s when it all went to shit really “

“Cuz uh , yeh um , we went to this party down the road…” as he’s trying to finish the story I can see him rise from his chair and start pacing around while trying to find his words hands racking together. So I let out a .

“Matty my love , it’s okay , if this is to hard , we can talk about this another time if it’s to tricky”, I’m trying to get him to hear me but he’s pacing and not paying much attention to me “Matty ?, darlin?, MATTHEW ?” , he pauses his movement and looks at me his eyes slightly glasses. “My love come sit down please , I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ask , it’s too hard for you too talk about right now”

As he sits down his head is in his hands again and I can hear slight sniffling on his end “Matty I’m sorry , I didn’t mean too”, he looks up at me and gives me a half-hearted smile.

“It’s okay darling, it’s not your fault, I just miss her like I’m missing part of me”

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Your Good Boy

Matty x Reader

Warning: Smut (Skirt kink? Subby Matty, Oral sex (male receiving) overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise kink) smoking weed

WC: 3.2K

Summary: If Matty wants to be your good boy, he has to listen to your rules.

A/n: Well, that was fun

Masterlist

Matty disappears up the stairs and you can hear him fumbling around with something before he is hopping down the stairs and plopping down on the couch with a huff. The flickering lights cast shadows across his rumpled skirt, accentuating the softness of the fabric against his slender frame. 

Your eyes trace the gentle curve of your boyfriend’s waist, the way the material falls delicately over his thighs, and a funny feeling bubbles up in your stomach at the sight. It's an inexplicable sensation, one that catches you off guard. He looks so fucking cute and soft, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into the dark circles under his eyes. 

You raise a brow in question at him, only to widen them when he holds a joint in front of you. “Wanna smoke?” Matty asks, tapping your bare thigh with his other hand.

His voice is as soft as the rest of him.

“Sure, but I’m lighting it. You never burn it evenly,” you playfully tease, unable to resist poking fun at Matty. It's just something that always seems to happen—the joint or blunt ends up burning crooked and splitting apart. The last time he lit it, we barely got through two rotations before our fingertips were singed.

“Not true!” Matty protests, his lips pouting. God, he looks so cute when he pouts, and you can't help but lean over to place a gentle kiss on his lips, tasting the sweetness of his breath.

Leaning back into the couch cushions, you hold out your hand for his lighter. “Yes, true. Now hand it over, baby,” you confidently assert, emphasizing your point with a term of endearment.

Matty grins mischievously, teasingly holding the joint just out of your reach. "Well, if I remember correctly, someone did drop it in the toilet that one time," he playfully reminds you, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

You roll your eyes, feigning offense. "Hey now, I was drunk! I didn’t mean to drop it. You’re lucky I didn’t let it dry and give it to you to smoke.” you retort, reaching a hand towards him in an attempt to snatch the joint away. Your fingers brush against his as you both engage in a playful tug-of-war.

Laughing, Matty relents and hands you the lighter. "That just would’ve been cruel, darling.”

You smirk and strike the lighter against its rough surface, igniting the flame before carefully bringing it closer to the tip of the joint. As the paper catches fire, Matty's eyes remain fixed on your face, an intense gaze filled with affection and desire.

With a skillful flick of your wrist, you ensure an even burn along the length of the joint, savoring the earthy taste on your tongue. Passing it to Matty, you watch as he takes a slow inhale, his pink pouty lips wrapping around the end with ease. The smoke curls around him like a delicate dance, casting a hazy veil over his face.

He exhales slowly and leans back into the cushions, a contented smile gracing his lips. "See? Perfect burn," you say triumphantly, leaning over to steal another kiss before settling down beside him.

Matty smirks, resting the joint back between his thumb and forefinger as he rests his elbow on the armrest. “And to think I was gonna miss you.” He shakes his head, waving his free hand dismissively “Gonna have to find groupie on tour to replace you. Someone who isn’t an ass.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but can't help the twinge of jealousy that flits through your chest. "Oh really?” you counter with a teasing tone, lightly punching his arm.

A soft chuckle rolls from Matty's throat, his gaze following the slight tilt of your head. His eyes, wearing a veil of exhaustion, meet yours, and the subtle tremble in his hand becomes evident as he takes another drag from the joint.

"I don't think you'll find anyone quite like me," You whisper, your fingers reaching out, playfully tracing circles over the fabric of his lengthy floral skirt that bunches up around his knee. “Besides, only I know how to make you feel good.” You let your eyes linger on his plush lips, anticipation causes his eyes to flutter shut.

Matty's eyes widen, his eyebrows arching upward as his lips part in disbelief when you dodge his lips and snatch the joint from his fingertips. “That’s just mean.” He whines, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

You narrow your eyes, nodding slowly as you accept Matty's point. Taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke from your nose. Matty pivots on the couch to face you, leaning back gradually until the armrest supports him. His floral skirt rides up a little when he shifts, a flash of pale skin makes your eyes linger longer than they should. Your teeth find your lower lip as imagination takes over—the fabric of his skirt brushing against your core.

“I can be mean,” Your words feather out in a whisper barely audible enough to reach him. “I can also be very, very good to you.” The ember flares as you draw in another long taste of smoke, before passing the joint back to him.

“But only if you’re a good boy.” A smirk plays on your lips as you finish your sentence, carefully watching his reaction. A high-pitched moan—sorry—whine falls from his lips as he inhales the smoke, his body shuddering at the sound of your words.

Matty’s eyelids flutter closed as a soft sigh escapes his lips. A slow, steady exhale through his nostrils, the smoke dissipating into thin air. His shoulders slump slightly as you trace your fingers down his arm, each touch sending shivers across his skin. “‘M always your good boy”

You pinch the joint between your fingers and flick it onto the coffee table where it lands with a quiet thunk. Both of you are feeling the effects of the weed in your bodies, making everything feel a little bit more intense, a little bit more sensual.

You inch your way towards Matty, straddling him as your fingertips slowly trail a path up his chest. Unable to resist, you thread your hands into his hair. “Yeah? Gonna be my good boy tonight?”

His breath catches as you swiftly pull his shirt off, his chain makes a noise as it softly hits his collarbones. You lean down to kiss him, your lips meeting his softly at first before deepening the kiss. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling you closer, pressing your lips together in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

Your tongues dance against each other, tasting sweetness and smoke and the lingering flavor of dinner from earlier. The couch creaks underneath you as you grind your hips against him, feeling the hard outline of his cock through the soft fabric of his skirt.

“My boy looks so pretty in his skirt, don’t you?” You praise him, nipping lightly at his bottom lip before running your tongue along the seam of his lips. His hips jut up instinctively, seeking more friction against the heat of your covered cunt.

"Mmm... baby, please..." Matty moans in response, tightening his grip on your hips. Smiling, you press your forehead against his, rolling your body against him in slow, exquisite circles. “Need you to lay down for me, baby.” You massaged his scalp with your fingertips, gently coaxing his head back until his gaze focused on yours.

Matty’s eyes held a mix of lust and tenderness as he looked at you, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. His spit-soaked lips parted, words coming out in a lazy drawl, “O-okay.”

You raise your hips, allowing him to shift down the couch. He rests his head on the armrest as you position yourself between his legs. His breath catches in his throat as your cold fingers trace a path up his thighs and under his skirt. Gripping the band of his boxers, you pull them down his legs and out of your way. Matty’s eyes shut tight as he struggles to keep himself well-behaved, a pained expression on his face when you barely graze his cock.

A laugh bubbles up within you, straining at your lips at his wide-eyed surprise mirrored in his open mouth and raised eyebrows when you take him in your hand. His shock quickly turns into euphoria—His head instinctively arches backwards as a low groan escapes from deep within him as your hand speeds up. Each stroke applied by your hand sends another drop of precum dripping down your hand. The ragged rhythm of his breath interrupts any attempt at words, reducing him to a series of helpless moans.

You stop stroking him to lift his skirt up, splaying it up across his chest so you can see his cock. It looks painful already and you pout at the sight. Matty's desperation was palpable— from his red leaking tip, the thick vein pulsating on the underside, and his balls tight and heavy like he could just cum at any second. It’s honestly pathetic. You’ve only touched him for a couple of seconds, making you almost wanna laugh.

Matty squirms a little, releasing a soft whimper of protest as your hand pauses its playful teasing. You offer nothing but an affectionate smile in return, "Such a pretty cock.” You whisper softly, brushing your thumb across the tip slowly.

Matty immediately stills—A chuckle escapes your lips at his eagerness, his cock twitching in anticipation of your next touch. You pause, giving it a gentle squeeze before your hand moves back down it and you start to stroke his cock again.

"Perfect... just perfect," you murmur, your words landing with each soft caress of your hand. “It's my cock, isn’t it? Completely mine. Only I’m allowed to touch it.”

His breathing becomes heavy, his hips thrusting up with each of your touches. “A groupie wouldn’t touch you how I can touch you,” you whisper, your eyes sparkling with a hint of wickedness. You keep up the teasing, your hand now dripping with his precum.

Before Matty could utter a single word, you wrap your lips around the tip, giving him a harsh suck before dipping your tongue into his slit.

“F-Fuck, fuck. More. More, please, please, please.” Matty gasps, gripping the sides of the couch as your mouth lavishes his cock. You hum against him, licking his crown teasingly as your hand massages his balls. You take more of his cock into your mouth, loving the salty taste mixed with the sweetness as you work him deeper.

You continue to watch him with careful eyes, taking in the hitch of his breath, his twitching fingers, and the low moans escaping between his clenched teeth.

How did you manage to have such a breathtaking man as your boyfriend? I mean, just look at him—he is the epitome of perfection. From the way his dark, curly hair falls across his forehead, his milk chocolate eyes, and god those pretty, pretty pink lips. It's as if he was crafted by some divine being solely for your enjoyment.

As you remove your mouth from him, his moans vibrate through your skull. You use your tongue to lick the side of his cock, letting your teeth graze against his sensitive skin. His hips jerk in reaction, begging for more friction. He can't help but jerk his hips in response, craving more friction. You chuckle softly and go back down on him, this time taking him all the way to the base of his cock. The coarse hairs tickle your nose as you swallow around him.

Matty's slender fingers clench and release in the silky fabric of his skirt, a low growl building in his throat as he struggles against your relentless teasing. You firmly grip his hips, unable to resist the urge to leave marks with your nails on the soft skin beneath. The material bunches and twists around you both as Matty writhes and arches under your skilled touch, each pleasured moan that escapes from his pretty pink lips driving you to push him further into ecstasy.

His scent is intoxicating, the mix of sweat and weed and heat wafts towards you making it harder to concentrate on anything else but the pure pleasure coursing through him. Your free hand cups his heavy balls, squeezing them gently as you change pace in your mouth, suckling on him deeply before drawing back with a pop sound.

"Look at you," you whisper against him, kissing his tip. "So pretty." You pull his skirt back down to cover him.

“‘M’being good. Why’d you stop? Please, don’t stop. Ple—“

You cut him off by settling your legs on either side of his hips. You can feel his spit-soaked cock press up against your cloth covered clit through the fabric of his skirt and you let out a throaty moan. “I’m not stopping. But you need to get me off first,” you whisper, gripping his throat as you move against him. “Before you can cum.”

“But—“

“Thought you wanted to be my good boy?” Matty gasps as you tighten your grip and his breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly. You can see the struggle within them—he wants to please you, but his need to cum is stronger. With a soft whimper, he nods his understanding.

The rhythm of his hips matched the pulse of yours, grinding against your pussy as he tries pushing himself deeper against the thin barrier of fabric. His cock throbs with every movement, leaking, even more, precum, if that is even possible at this point. Each rock of your hips sent waves of pleasure that seized your breath and left you gasping and panting for more. Matty’s breaths grew ragged, pleas for release hitching on every exhale.

"So pretty," you mutter, placing soft kisses along his collarbone. "I like that my baby is so responsive." A low moan escapes from Matty as he tries to help you ride him, failing miserably since you're hips are pinning him on the couch. His hips jerk forward involuntarily but it's not enough for satisfaction as you sit up straight again.

"Fuck." Matty grunts out loudly and his expression only crumbles more as he allows his gaze to fall onto. He shakes his head at you, "Please!” A raw plea that hangs heavily in the air.

"Such a good boy," you whisper, leaning down to lick along his jawline until you reach his lips once more. This time, Matty's lips part eagerly for you—inviting you in. His tongue twists around yours in a slow dance that sends shivers down your spine.

Each rock against your clit brings you closer to the edge, and just when you’re about bring yourself to the brink of an orgasm, Matty pulls away with a loud gasp. He’s looking at you with tears in his eyes, “M’sorry, M’sorry, M’sorry. Gonna cum, fuck! M’cumming.”

His hands halt your hips, and you can feel a puddle of warmth soak through his skirt and in your underwear, mixing with your wetness.

You know Matty is sensitive, but you don’t care. He knew he wasn’t allowed to cum unless you came first. Tears continued to well up in his eyes, blurring his vision and portraying a striking image of misery. But that doesn’t stop your hips from roughly grind against his cock chasing your own orgasm.

That's when he began to plead, his voice a pitiful tremor underlined with desperation, “Please, please, please, M’sorry, I tried. I couldn’t hold it. M’sorry.”

You never let up. Your fingers tightened in his hair, jerking his head back against the couch with a force that made him wince. "Don’t care.” you say, your voice harsh and demanding.

"You were supposed to make me cum first." You tighten your grip on his hair, pulling him back up to meet your hot gaze. The sight of tears pooling in his eyes stirred an uncomfortable twinge in your chest, a pang of guilt you quickly suppressed.

If Matty wants to be your good boy, he has to listen to your rules.

Your fingers trace the curve of his cheek, brushing away the tears with your thumb as you lean in to kiss him again. His lips are soft under yours, hungry and eager. You don't pull away this time, letting your tongue dance against his lips, tasting the sweetness mixed with the lingering taste of smoke and the salty flavor of his tears.

You pull back, only to circle your hips again before lifting your hips up fully. You reach down between your bodies and tug at his skirt, pulling it up higher to expose him once more. Matty's cock is still hard, his cum pooled on his pelvis all over his dark, short coarse hair.

Gripping his soaping cock with one hand and pull your thong to the side, you sink down in one swift motion. A loud gasp escapes his lips as you take him in deep, “Too much! Too much!” Matty screams, arching his back up off the couch.

“You can take it.” Your voice drops to a husky whisper that sends shivers down Matty's spine. Before slamming your hips down against his. Matty's eyes rolling back in pleasure mixed with pain. His fingers dug into the couch cushions, leaving deep impressions of his nails in the soft fabric. You rolled your hips, feeling his cock stretch you open and fill you completely. Each thrust echoed with a rough slap of skin meeting skin, punctuated by your gasping sighs that filled the room.

“C-can’t, it’s too much. Shit! M’gonna cum again. No m-more.” Matty's eyes widen, and his expression takes on a sort of desperation as he feels a second orgasm coming. His words were nearly incomprehensible, but you understood what he was saying.

"You can handle it, my sweet boy," you murmured, before quickly sinking back down on him. Matty's body shakes as he feels your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock. He groans deeply, his eyes shut tight.

You smirk, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You can see the veins in his neck bulging out, and you lean down to suck on one, biting it softly to make a small mark on his skin. "My pretty boy," you whisper before moving up to kiss him again, stealing his breath away.

His fingers desperately find your clit, wanting you to cum before he does. You know there’s no way in hell Matty can handle a third orgasm, but his actions still drive you closer and closer to your own. He rubs your clit in quick circles as his thrusts become quicker and quicker, and you know you’re not too far away.

You gasp into his mouth as the pleasure finally takes over. And you can feel his body tighten and clench underneath you as he paints his cum inside you. You ride the orgasm together, tremors rack both your bodies, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, clinging to each other for dear life. Looking up from his neck, streams of hot tears fall from his eyes.

Smiling, you cup his face in your hands and kiss him softly. “I told you, you were my good boy.” You whisper. His eyes maintain their glazed-over look, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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I love how I have 4 boyfriends 😂😂

Daniel my actually boyfriend

Matty Healy my true love and soul mate

George Daniel my husband

And My Work Bubba 😂

GETTING MY TATTOO TODAY GUYS !!!!!

So for the ff that I’m writing Matty as a Trans-Man imma call it Menswear because that just fits to me anyway , would y’all like a , I can’t remember the word I’m looking for but something that gives you sneak peak or like a blurb about it or something first or would you just like me to go straight into it

Or

Would you prefer me to finish “Heart out” then go into “Menswear” stuff ???