The Fact No One Is Singing Is UPSETTING ME

Felt this was a necessity

I’m not the best at writing straight stuff being the gay guy that I am but if anyone has any Matty/George concepts I can write em for ya just hmu

I’m taking one shot requests right now , my current one is on a pause because I just can’t think of how to continue it , so I’ll take some requests and I’d love to see where I can go

(I write male on male tho )

Any requests are welcome I’d love 💕

Had to post this because my fanfiction is not vibing with me and it’s named after this song so I had toooo just to vibe to feel like I could post something to do with it

@the1975attheirverybest here we go

Sorry but why is baby Matty Healy , Eric from Mr Magoriums WonderEmporiam (can’t spell it)

3 albums I’m listening too , I don’t really do albums but I’ll try my best

1) The 1975 (Deluxe)- I don’t even think I can pick a singular song on that album but one I spend my live shouting the lyrics too is Undo - so if any I’d say that if any because arghhh I just love it so much

2) In the end it always does - By The Japanese House - and touching yourself JUST HAS MY HEART IM SOOOO IN LOVE WITH THAT SONG FUCKIN HELL I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY

3) Socialising- Michael Aldag - POLAROID makes me just go absolutelyferal

@rudiecantfail tagged me to post 3 albums i’ve been listening to lately and i was so exited to talk about music !!!!! here are the albums plus one song i think you should check out

1. unreal unearth by hozier (listen to de selby part 2!!!))

2. i heart the internet by harriette (i’m obsessed with fucking married)

3. big in the world by shakey graves (i think evergreen is the best song on the EP but it’s so short just listen to all of it!)

tagging my lovely friends who i’ve been chatting with today!! @disasterfag @moonyinpisces @davidhole @cptnvers @genderascendant

38 for body piercer!matty 🤍

Red Handed!

38- “want help with that?”

Body Piecer! Matty: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Teehee for the sake of convenience they live together in this one. Thank you for the request!! I genuinely get so excited when I get any requests for body piercer <3

Contains: 2k of just a detailed depiction of Matty touching himself…my bad, him getting caught jerking off (with her panties), her watching him get off, dirty talk, spit play, facial 

WC: ~3.2k

Matty’s POV

Matty can hardly contain himself from the second he steps inside your shared flat, it’s like he’s burning up from the inside. The whole drive home from the piercing shop he’d been uncomfortably aware of the straining against his boxers. Why? Because you’d so kindly slipped a pair of your panties into one of his pockets for him to find.

In your defense, you really didn’t think he would find them at work. Luckily for him, it was towards the end of his shift, just as he was finishing up with his last client. He had reached into his pockets to rest his hands there when he felt a soft, lacy fabric tickling at his fingertips. He’d tried his hardest to keep a straight face as he was talking the customer through the piercing care process, feeling at the fabric to try and figure out if something had gotten stuck in there when doing the laundry. With an instructional packet bestowed upon the man and a shaking of hands, the client left, allowing Matty to hurry into the back room to investigate. He swears he had almost groaned out loud when he’d fished out the pair of your panties, thumbing over the lacy fabric as he stared at them with wide eyes. Immediately, he recognized them as the ones he’d pulled off of you with his teeth last night. 

“Fuck…” he’d murmured, already feeling a stir in his cargo pants and a flush of heat roll through his body, “that little minx wants to kill me.”

He’d shoved the underwear into one of the side pockets of his pants and zipped it closed so he wouldn’t be tempted to take them out again. Matty ran a slightly trembling hand through his mohawk, hissing out a breath between his teeth as he forced himself to pull it together and focus on the closing procedures… which he rushed through, he’ll admit that much. His coworkers had watched as he raced around the shop, exchanging glances with each other as he preemptively fumbled with his car keys (that have far too many key chains attached to them) before dashing out the door with an “okayseeyoumatesgoodnight!”. He’d forgotten to even put on music in the car on the way home, that’s how distracted he was.

Now, he’s sat on the couch with the TV on, sitting with his legs spread as he tries to ignore how unfathomably horny he is. One of his legs impatiently bounces up and down as he continues to remind himself that you’ll be home in a few hours, that he’s not a teenager and he has the self-control to wait until then. But god damn, he’s so aware of the fact that your panties are sitting in his pocket, they might as well be burning a hole through the fabric. Matty bites his lip, the image flashing through his mind like a ricocheting bullet as he thinks back to the look on your face when he’d bit down on the waistband of your underwear and dragged them down your legs. He lives for those moments when you look at him with lustful wonderment, he’d do anything to steal your breath away like you do to him so often. He groans at the dull throb that resounds from the protrusion down his thigh, tilting his head back against the cushions. He can’t even remember what movie he’d put on. 

Just a little relief… he thinks to himself as he allows one hand to slide down over his band t-shirt slowly, skimming down his chest and over his stomach until it settles over the subtle bulge in his trousers. Tingles erupt under his fingertips. Matty licks his lips, dragging the tip of his pierced tongue over his plump bottom lip as he begins to ever so slightly tease himself. It’s far, far too hot in the room, his clothes which are normally so comfortable feel as though they’re suffocating him. The pressure at his crotch is almost unbearable, it’s the only thing he can focus on besides how much he wishes you were here. His cock twitches under his ginger touch, he doesn’t have to undress to know that by this point, beads of precum have soaked into his boxers. His lips part with a quiet gasp as he slowly strokes his fingers over himself, looking up at the ceiling almost like he’s begging for forgiveness for being so wanton. But he deserves this, doesn’t he? You must have wanted this, after all.

The movie continues as background noise, muffled by the sound of Matty’s heartbeat pumping in his ears, his blood roaring in his veins. He traces his fingers up and down along the outline of his erection, it’s not nearly enough to satiate himself. He should stop, he knows he should stop, but it feels so fucking good. His brows draw together with bliss as he gets bold enough to squeeze himself roughly through his pants, feeling a rush of sensation spread deep inside him as his hips jump forward into his palm. He curses under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to pace himself, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d touched himself to you. Hell, he’d shamefully jerked off to the thought of you the night after he’d pierced your tits, all because he couldn’t get you out of his head. He’d vowed he’d never do it again, but he’s just a man after all. He spent many nights with just him, his right hand, and a lingering nip of guilt while he relived every second of you being at the shop. Maybe he’d admit that to you someday if he was intoxicated enough. 

“Fuck it,” he grumbles to himself, now hastily fumbling with his belt to undo it as his eyes snap open with determination. 

He doesn’t even bother to slide his trousers all the way down, he just tugs them down along with his boxers just enough to pull out his weeping, throbbing cock. Matty lets out a shuddering breath of relief to be free from the confines of too many layers, running his thumb tentatively over the angrily flushed tip. Gathering the pearly beginnings of his release, he hisses at the sensitivity of his dick having been neglected for too long. 

To keep the fabric out of the way, he brings the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting down and keeping it between his teeth. Matty allows himself to wrap his hand around the head, dragging the slickness of his precum down his shaft, feeling the protruding veins against his palm. Once he reaches his base, he languidly strokes upward again, twisting his wrist just like how you usually do it. He groans, the sound slightly muffled as he grits his teeth against the hem of his shirt, allowing his memories of you getting him off to puppeteer his hand. It never feels as good as yours, but it’s enough to offer him what he’s itching for. 

Matty begins to move faster, finding his sensual rhythm as he constricts his fingers harder around his cock, another spurt of precum spilling from the tip. He times the pumps of his hand with the needy upstrokes of his hips rolling into his fist to chase the crescendo of sensation, of pure relief. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead like a sheen across his skin as the tension pleasantly builds, permeating through his whole body. 

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket with his free hand to toy with your panties while pleasuring himself. 

His fingers twist at the lace as he continues to stroke himself harder and faster, his chest heaving. He breathes out your name into the empty room between pants for breath, his heart racing as he feels himself inch closer to euphoria. Normally, he’d slow down and tease himself a bit longer, prolonging his pleasure to make the release feel that much better. But not tonight. Tonight, he can’t stand the idea of being kept any longer from the sweet remedy to the ache in his bones. His moans get unabashedly louder, his eyes rolling back as his hips jerk upwards with more urgency to the point that he’s almost fucking his fist. So completely lost in the moment, he doesn’t catch the sound of the front door being unlocked… 

Your POV

With a quiet sigh, you unlock the door and push it open, feeling exhaustion weighing you down like it was trying to drag you to the floor. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty relieved when you found out the after-work drinks with your coworkers were canceled. It had been a long day, and really, the only thing that was keeping you going was thinking about coming home to your gorgeous mohawked boyfriend. Especially because now you get to surprise him by getting back early, it was perfect material for a cozy night in. 

Placing your keys on the counter next to his, you begin to stretch your arms over your head only to freeze in your tracks when you hear it. You can almost feel your ears prick up at the sound of a deep moan spilling from Matty’s lips, a sound you’ve come to know very well. Just like that, you’ve found your second wind, a flood of warmth overcoming you and waking up your every nerve. Realization simmers in you as it clicks that he must have discovered the “treat” you’d left for him.

Your feet are carrying you through your flat before you can process it, walking on your toes to keep your presence a secret. You follow the sounds of rustling fabric and breathless, pornographic grunts, your heart thrumming against your ribs faster with every step. Peeking around the corner into your shared living space, that’s when you find him, your stomach instantly swooping at the sight. His head is tilted back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut so can’t see the look of pure lust cross your face as you stare at his diligently working hand. You lean against the wall, exhaling a shuddering breath as you resist the urge to instantly jump onto his lap and take over for him. You instead slowly drink in the eye candy before you: his shirt caught in his teeth, the lace of your panties poking out of the pocket that his hand is shoved in, the way his hips are writhing against the couch. It was too perfect for words to describe. Not to mention how fucking good he sounds, being so carelessly vocal. It feels like your whole body is buzzing, heat pooling in you almost embarrassingly quickly as a shiver skitters up your spine. You’re already soaked as you watch him with your mouth dropped open. Then, you hear your name like a prayer on his lips and you just can’t help yourself.

“Want help with that?” you call out to him. 

Matty shouts out a shocked “fuck me!”, his eyes snapping open as he lets his shirt fall from his mouth, hurriedly using the fabric to cover himself. In a panic, he sits up ramrod straight only to find you casually leaning against the wall, a little coy smile painted on your lips. He groans, covering his face with slightly trembly hands as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

“Fuckin’ hell. Scaring me half to death like that, the fuck… can’t have a wank in peace,” he mutters, dragging his hands down his face as he looks over at you with exaggeratedly weary eyes. 

You can’t help but laugh a bit at his distress, striding over to him and dropping to your knees before your boyfriend. Apologetically you lean up to kiss him on the lips, whispering a muffled “‘m sorry” against them while cupping his flushed face. His breath is hot against your mouth as you pull away, Matty’s chest still rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. 

“Hello to you too…” he murmurs, a lively glint flashing in his eyes while he shakes his head at you with playful disapproval. 

“You having fun without me?” you whisper, pouting your lips at him.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent now. Have you got any idea how these ended up in here?” Matty smiles wolfishly, pulling your panties out from his pocket to dangle them in front of your face off of one finger. 

“I’ve never seen those before.”

“No? That’s odd, ‘cause I distinctly remember you begging me to take them off you last night.”

You sputter with the lack of a comeback, cheeks flushing at the reminder of your neediness. Instead of fighting him with wits, you take the panties from his hand and toss them to the side, ridding you of the barrier between your lips and his. You kiss him hard, making Matty groan against your mouth as you stay kneeling between his spread legs, slotting your lips against his in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands find your hair, inhaling you deeply while he knots his fingers into your tresses. You kiss until you both need to come up for air, left breathless and staring into each other’s eyes with intention. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” you whisper, the implication of your statement not lost on him in the slightest. 

Matty’s eyes light up as smugness pulls at his lips. He nips at your lower lip with his teeth, tugging at it before letting go to tease you, of course. He’s never dry of silver-tongued comments that make you blush to your roots. 

“You wanna watch me touch myself? Dirty girl. You like shit like that, don’t you?” he chuckles lowly. 

A soft moan slips past your lips at his words, your hands moving down to his thighs, running over them in encouragement as you feel your body only getting warmer. He leans in and captures your lips sweetly before gently putting his hands on your shoulders and easing you into kneeling down in front of him. You pliantly allow him to move you, leaning your cheek against his knee as you stare up at him adoringly. Matty coos at the sight of you, running his thumb over your cheek with gentle appreciation, a of reprieve amidst the rush. 

He fully takes his shirt off this time, tossing it to the side in a heap on the couch. He sighs out as he looks down at his cock resting heavily against his stomach, leaking precum near his colorful rose tattoo. You watch as Matty grabs himself at his base, feeling a flutter between your thighs while he begins to slowly stroke himself while looking down at you with half-lidded eyes burning into you.

“Spit on it for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, gesturing towards his cock with a nod. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at the blunt request, because god damn. Without a moment of hesitation, you lean upwards, gathering saliva in your mouth. The whine you make as he taps his tip against your bottom lip is simply obscene. Matty smirks as he smugly observes the string of his precum connecting your lips to his cock. Sticking your tongue out, you allow a few drips of spit to land on the flushed head, blinking up at him prettily as it dribbles down his shaft. A low groan rumbles in his chest while he strokes your hair, holding his dick steady for you with a tightening grip. With the last of your saliva, you lean down and properly spit on his tip, making Matty hum with approval. 

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, feeling himself twitch in his hand while he reaches to gather the slickness. 

And, god, he knows how to put on a good show. You watch from the floor, your cheek smushed against his knee while he keeps his legs spread wide. Matty fists his cock with vigor, staring down into your eyes with such intensity that you feel as though you may shatter. You’re completely lost in his rhythm, the writhing of his body, his every grunt and gasp. You gaze at him hazily, trying to commit this moment to memory and file it away for a lonely night. He’s finding himself teetering on the edge much quicker with you watching him, knowing you’re tracking his every move. It’s exhilarating.

"Shit. You look so pretty down there," he smiles, playing with your hair with his free hand.  

“Does it feel good?” you purr, keeping one hand tracing little patterns on his thigh. 

“Mmm, you know it does, angel. Not as good as you do though. Nothing’s as tight as that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your head tilts forward with a longing groan and Matty just laughs breathlessly, knowing the effect he has on you. The urge to satiate yourself in any way is burning you up from the inside, but you behave, squirming slightly on the ground while your thighs press together. You watch as his face screws up with the tension of his impending release.

“Oh, fuck…” he hisses, “gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

You move quickly, wordlessly leaning up and opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue with a flair of sensuality. Matty grins lazily, his eyes glinting with the pride of you being his perfect girl. With a few more rushed pumps of his cock and breathy, repeated swears, he lets out a loud, guttural moan and loses control, the tension inside him snapping with a sense of sweet relief. He watches hazily as his thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, some spurting onto your cheek and your chin despite his efforts to aim steady. You shudder, feeling his warm release grace your skin as you have the pleasure of seeing him fall apart before your eyes. He gives himself one last drawn-out stroke before letting go, chasing his breath as his body goes limp against the couch cushions. He peers down at you, drunk on his orgasm as you swallow the saltiness on your tongue. Matty slowly reaches and wipes away the stray drips on your chin with his thumb. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, sweet girl,” he whispers, placing his soiled thumb on your lips for you to clean, like he knows you will. 

You graciously take his thumb into your mouth, licking and sucking away the last of his cum like you’re simply starving for it. Matty’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he observes you quietly, not hiding how he’s loving every second of this. Once you’ve finished, you release his thumb with a pop, a clear craving for approval written all over your face. His heart swells in his chest at the sight of you.

“C’mere. I’ll show you what happens to girls who use their knickers to be menaces to their boyfriends,” he roars, grasping you at your sides to tickle you as he pulls you up onto his lap in a fit of giggles. 

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I watched a couple of the consumption clips for this… for PURELY RESEARCH PURPOSES. Don’t look at me like that. 

🐝anon the shirt between his teeth bit goes out to you queen, that concept has never left my mind dude 

This is just a simple one shot I thought of the other day while I was working it’s not all that good I can 100% understand that , but I hope it’s enjoyable , it’s just a cute little story of George taking care of an upset Matty and helping him , I’m sorry it’s a little jumpy but I hope you like it.

“Matty I swear you better answer your phone “

That was the last thing I send him about an hour ago, I’m now in the back of an Uber on my way to his place, worry coursing through me as he hasn’t been at rehearsal for almost a week and none of us have heard from him since we got back 3 weeks ago. We know he’s not doing great but we’ve been trying to help but he’s not making it easy. This drive to his feels like the longest drive I swear , I’m tapping away at my legs getting more anxious every time we stop. I keep checking my phone just to be sure he hasn’t texted I know he won’t but I need to check either way.

When I arrive at his, I basically run up to his door checking under the plant pit for the spare key and quietly enter just to be sure I don’t accidentally startle him. As I’m heading through the house I see a scattering of mugs everywhere that’s nothing new none of them are empty either again nothing new. The thing that’s putting me off his bow quiet it is in here. It’s never quiet, there’s usually always some type of noise or loudness coming from somewhere in the house. “Hey Matty, where are ya”, he’s not anywhere I’ve check so far , the smart option would be that he’s in his bedroom bits it’s past midday so I assume he’d have at least been awake but I guess not. I head to his room and slightly nudge the door open there’s a small lump in the bed and the sheets are in a heap, as I step closer that’s when I notice that he’s still asleep hair strewn over the pillow such a mess, he’s got clothes on so that’s a start he’s not naked. I spot his suitcase in the corner he hasn’t even unpacked yet , it’s open and there clothes spilling out from it like he’s looked for something in the suitcase but hasn’t made an attempt to put his stuff away. Now I’m stiff next to the bed and I’m shaking him a little “Come on Matty, it’s like 2pm , there’s no way you can still be asleep” still nothing so I shake him a little harder this time. He jumps awake and pulls away

“G…George “, is eyes taking a second to adjust to the light squinting as he rubs his eyes “why are you here?”

“Mate , what’s up with you , you haven’t been to rehearsals and no one’s heard from ya , I came to see if you where okay” , I sat on the side of the bed next to him trying to work out if he’s doing okay , he looks a bit pale and his stubble is starting to grow “like honestly what’s up?”

He racks his hand back through his greasy hair and lays back down “just feel like shit G” , I don’t know if he means physically or mentally but either way I need to help him so I shake him up a little again.

“Come on Matty , let’s get you up”, he shake his head only a little though and pulls the blanket around himself turning away from me. “Come on, you’ll feel better if you shower”, I pull the duvet off of him and wrap my arms around his small frame trying to pick him up , but he’s making it a little hard slightly flailing about and asking me to put him down.”Then get up yourself lazy bones , and hop in the shower , I’ll help you wash your hair if you want”. A shit eating grin appears on his face at the mention of me washing his hair, he loves it when someone else washes his hair. I let him go this time letting him drop the small distance back the bed “Come on needy”. I rise from the bed and offer him my hand which he grabs and I drag him through to the en-suite

He’s stood there in the bathroom looking tiny and frail “Have you eaten since you got back Matty?”, he lets out a small whimper with a shrug “a little not much I guess then aye”, he nods at my response, “come on off with these”, I gesture towards his T-shirt and jogging pants. He slowly starts to take off his clothes I make my way around him and get the shower going checking the temperature to make sure it’s warm enough then remove my shirt as I guide him slowly under the shower listening to him sigh as the heat reaches his body “that’s it mate get yourself cleaned up , I’ll wait just out here until your ready for me to do your hair okay”, he nods slowly. I close up the shower door and sit on the sink taking my phone out texting the boys letting them know that I’m here with Matty and that I’ll get him sorted. After a couple of minutes I here his call for me

“I’m ready G” , with that I step back into the shower with him ignoring that my jeans will get soaked as he passes me the shower gel , I lather it up in my hands waiting until it’s really soapy and start rubbing my hands through his hair, Matty leans against me as I massage his scalp making sure I get it all in, “So what’s been going on then Matty?”

“Just haven’t felt great in my head lately and I didn’t want to bother you guys”, his eyes are currently closed as he’s leaning against my shoulder and humming away when I find a place that he likes “I’m sorry, I know I should have said but I was just too in m head”, I slowly guide him back under the water to rinse off the soap

“Matty, you know you can always tell us when something is wrong, do you want help cleaning the house up or some food first?”, I don’t expect him to answer straight away as he’s under the water and I’m just stood watching him relax fully under the water.

We both exit the shower at the same time and I throw him one of the softest towels from the cupboard under the sink and tell him to get wrapped up and warm “I don’t want to go out just yet so can we maybe clean up first”, he lead him back to the bedroom and sit him back onto the bed and ruffle through the clothes in his suitcase stopping when I come across a T-shirt I know we both love and his skinny black jeans and I give them to him “put these on yeh and we can get to cleaning, I’ll be down stairs doing the dishes when your ready okay”, he nods at me softly as I pat his cheeks , with a smile and make my way back downstairs picking up mugs on the cabinets on my way down.

Down stairs there’s not coffee cups scattered around the place after picking them all up and loading up the sink, I start filling it up with water and look for the dish soup I finally find it on the window sill of course it’s the lemon one , I shake my head at him , I begin cleaning the dishes up and wait for him to come down. after some time he appears at the kitchen door “Alright G”, he still looks small but a little more awake than before

“How you feeling Matty ?, pass me that pan in the hob yeh?”, he doubters over the hob, brings me the pan and sits up on the counter next to me

“Everything is a little fuzzy if I’m honest G , I don’t know when the feeling started and I know you guys have been texting me all week to come to rehearsal but I just couldn’t even get out of bed, it just felt like something was pushing on my chest pushing me down and I was stuck there for days, and the only thing that I was able to get up for was coffee, I don’t even want to face people right now” , he’s flailing his arms , not really gesturing at anything , being as Matty about it as possible as he continues to talk. “I do miss you guys and I wanted to be there I promise but It was just hard to do”

“It’s alright Matty , we understand , we really do, I just wanted to check up on you didn’t I”, I finish up washing the dishes and wipe my hands down on my jeans placing my hands on his knees and kiss his head “I missed you too love”, I pull him into a hug finally letting him be close to me and rub my hands up and down his back “you can let it all out now” , This is when he starts to sob onto my shoulder, having held it back since I came in. I know that he needs to let it out. “What’s for dinner then , Maccies?” , He looks up at my face this time with another grin that nearly split his face

“Your driving though right ?” , I nod to him smiling back at him , and pull him from the counter letting him run off to put on his shoes , at this I run back upstairs to grab my shirt I took off in the shower ealier. Once I’ve retrieved it and Matty has his shoes on,We both run outside and hop into his car and race off to maccies. It’s quite a quiet journey, but I just let him rest there with his head on the window looking small as he sits in the passenger seat. When we get to the drive through , I wait there for Matty to ask the employee for his order but he’s not opening his mouth just shaking his head at me “can you just do it G please”

I shake my head and smile at his petulance , after ordering a quarter cheese burger meal for myself I order Matty a Double cheese burger , large strawberry milkshake , apple pie and a Latte. He’s smiling at me now “you always remember my order”

“After so many years of knowing you and what you like why would I forgot , you’ll start with the burger get bored of it after what 3 bites you’ll give it to me and fill up on the pie and milkshake and leave the coffee till last and complain when it’s cold”, I smile at him now once we finish paying for the order and are waiting to receive it , while we’re waiting I hand him a cigarette and my lighter “I know you must be gagging for one by now” , he takes them from me smiling like a child in a candy shop and when I get the order I hand it to him also I then drive into the car park and smile , taking my time to watch him grab his things and hand the back back to me I take hold of the wheel and smile “where to miss??” , mocking the titanic , a film we watched for the 100the time while away on tour before we came back, this made him laugh like mad

“Jesus G, I don’t think Leo would be very happy that your stealing his Rizz , but uh anywhere drive wherever you’d like” , and just like I said he would while slurping on his milkshake he takes approximately three bites of his burger and is handing it to me with those big pleading eyes of his “take it , I don’t want it”, and gleefully opens the pie box, “although these I could eat all day”.

I smile at this because although he may seem mysterious to the rest of the world , I can read this man like a damn book “thanks”, after taking the burger in my hand , I drive off , thinking I’ll take him to the beach , there’s a football in the back of his car, it’s been in there for years so maybe a kick about will do him some good , “footie?”

He takes a few drags of his cigarette and continues to slurp on his milkshake and nods his head vigorously “that sounds great, thank you G”

Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!