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Emmy. She/her. Bi. British. Matty healy. Girl obsessed with the box logo band. Fangirl. Wallows. Elijah hewson is hot. AM. ukyt. WillNE fan. Gryffindor. F1. There's a crux to everything..

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SEX

alex turner x reader

NOW PLAYING: SEX – THE 1975

Alex knew it wasn't right.

He knew he should stop doing.. whatever this was with you.

But he couldn't help himself, despite you having a boyfriend.

When he found out, it never came as a shock to him. You were smart, witty, drop-dead gorgeous – you were pretty much the whole package.

And yet, the guy you had settled for wasn't even half of that, anyone could see it. And that pissed Alex off more.

He couldn't say anything. No– he wouldn't say anything. Even if all you guys were doing was just fucking, he still got to have you, got to hold you, and he wasn't ready to compromise that for what really?

You'd said you didn't want something serious.

You just wanted someone to satisfy you as your 'boyfriend' couldn't. And Alex just happened to be that someone who'd fuck you, take care of you and then you wouldn't speak until the next time it happened. It was a neverending cycle that Alex couldn't seem to get out of.

You'd be backstage at shows, in your pretty skirt that made him stop in his tracks every fucking time waiting for him, just so you two could fuck afterwards.

That's all it really was.

Fucking. Sex. Whatever vulgar word you wanted to call it.

But, Alex wanted more. He couldn't help it, becoming so easily besotted with women, frankly though, he hadn't been besotted with a woman in months since you two had started.. whatever this was.

He just wished your stupid no good boyfriend would just fuck off already.

He didn't deserve you.

What had he done to deserve you?

Nothing. He'd done nothing.

He was a no good scummy twat who was definitely cheating on you, and yet, you stayed with him, even as you also cheated on him with Alex.

Alex couldn't wrap his head around the situation. It was endlessly consuming him whole just trying to fathom everything.

So, after every single time you fucked, he wrote a song.

It was pathetic really, pining over a girl who made it clear she was only his fucktoy, and yet, he couldn't help but be infatuated with you.

It was a show in Manchester. The third show of the tour and the first show you'd been able to make it to. You had lied to your boyfriend and said that you were on a business trip. Business trip my ass.

The show wouldn't start for another 3 hours, leaving him and the band sat backstage talking and playing cards. Alex was completely zoned out of the conversation, and game, considering he was losing awfully, he was instead looking for you. He was hoping to catch even a glimpse of you.

Thankfully, he saw a glimpse of your hair as you were stood talking to one of his bandmate's girlfriends. At the sight of this, he immediately shot up, putting his cards down, and walking over to you with the pace of a cheetah on speed.

He gently tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn from who you were talking to.

"Alex." You smiled gently, your eyes locking with his warm, gooey chocolate brown eyes. You felt your heart growing softer everytime you saw him, whilst, your heart grew harder everytime you saw your boyfriend. You knew it shouldn't. You knew you shouldn't let this happen. And yet, you did. And yet, you couldn't help but like it. You couldn't help but want more. More of him.

"Hi, reader." He smiled, it was a dorky smile he'd had his whole life, making his eyes and nose scrunch up in the most adorable way, that he for some reason couldn't lose, no matter how sexy he'd become.

He cleared his throat. "Would you.. like to go somewhere...?" He trailed off.

You nodded.

He shot his bandmate's girlfriend an apologetic look, to which, she shrugged in response and walked off herself, probably to her boyfriend.

And that's how you found yourself in his dressing room, sat on his dressing table, back pressed against the cold mirror making out. Your fingers raked through his fluffy hair, tugging ever so often causing him to let out soft moans and whines everytime you did. His hands were under your shirt, ever so often squeezing or groping your breasts over your bra.

You pulled his head up and pressed your lips to his. It was rough and uncoordinated, yet, neither of you could find it within yourself to care. You pulled your hands away from his hair, which made him want to let out a whine in protest, and instead pressed your hands to his chest.

"Bet he doesn't fucking do this with you." Alex muttered quietly.

"What?" You responded, confused and surprised at the sudden comment he made.

"I said I bet that scumbag doesn't fucking do this with you." He replied back, a bit louder and his voice was evidently more steady.

You paused and stared at him.

He wasn't wrong.

He was far from it.

And yet, you were still with that quote on quote 'scumbag'. When you had a man in front of you who practically worshipped the ground you walked on, writes songs about you and actually treats you like his girlfriend.

"Alex... you know.. I can't.." You muttered. You didn't even know why you were doing this, why you didnt just break up with him and be with Alex. Was it because it was safer, more familiar? Was it because of fear? Or was it because of all of the above?

You didn't know.

"And why not?" Alex replied, a frown replacing the contented smile previously on his face.

"I don't know." You responded, your voice feeling uncertaint and your words feeling rehearsed and fake.

He pulled away, much to your dismay.

"Well maybe we shouldn't do this anymore." He said suddenly.

"What?" You replied quickly, your jaw dropping slightly. "Alex-"

"No! I'm in love with you and you clearly know that! And im pretty sure you like me too, and yet you're still with him. Why, reader, why put up with him?" He stated quickly.

You paused, your lips left in a permanent 'o' shape as you his words sunk in.

He was right.

He absolutely fucking was.

That bastard.

"Fuck- I'll end it with him. I think I've stayed with him for so long because it's familiar and being with you- what if we broke up? That- I don't know if I could deal with you not being in my life." Your voice cracked slightly as your eyes welled up.

He quickly moved forward and cupped your cheeks, wiping away any tears that spilled over.

"Hey- hey it's okay, don't worry, love." He cooed, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks. "And you're thinking about us breaking up already? Christ." He laughed, causing you to respond with a croaky, cracked laugh in response.

"If we did break up- I mean I hope we don't, but if we did we would make it as civil as possible so atleast we could still be friends, yeah? How does that sound?" He asked gently.

You nodded in response not trusting your own words.

He looked at his watch.

Ten minutes until he had to be on stage.

"Shit- I need to prepare to go on, love. I'll see you afterwards, yeah?" He smiled.

You nodded in response a small smile finding it's way onto your face too.

He cupped your cheeks and gently kissed you before running out of the dressing room, which, left you sat on the dressing table smiling to yourself at what had just happened.

It was halfway into the show, the fans were clearly enjoying arctic monkeys, they were singing, dancing, crying– the whole jist.

"This song– is for a special someone." Alex began. "You know who you are."

She's thunderstorms then began to play, Alex's voice filling the venue.

You sat backstage, heart swelling with affection as Alex's voice reached your ears, alongside Jamie and Nicks' guitars and and Matt's drums.

Why hadn't you allowed yourself to have this sooner?

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poorly-drawn-the-1975

poorly drawn the 1975 day 9 - noacf mohawk matty!

Lowkey begging for a flirty RBR era!Sebastian Vettel fic, maybe about him being photographed during a really brief moment during a meet-and-greet flirting/ giving the biggest “heart eyes” in the world to the reader (who is a really enthusiastic fan with a huge crush) and the media sees this and sort of goes wild over the obvious chemistry, at which point Redbull decides they need to invite the reader to the next race so the pair can see each other again. First time requesting so I hope I’ve done this right lol, thank u in advance?! ;p

INFATUATION

sebastian vettel x reader

It was loud and slightly overwhelming but you didn't care. You couldn't find it within yourself to spare a glance at the chaos. It was almost calming, in a peculiar way. You were stood at the front of the barriers holding a red bull cap in your hands, a long with a pen.. just in case.

You'd woken up at 5am to somehow be at the barriers for 7, your sister stood next to you, also with a red bull cap in hand. Despite your love for formula 1 and Sebastian Vettel, you wouldn't have awoken at 5am without her. The noise and cheers of those around you got louder as Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber walked over to everyone at the barriers, signing things blindly, talking to fans and nodding at whatever fans had to say, plastering a small smile onto their faces no matter what the fan said.

You could feel your heart fluttering with nerves while your stomach churned ever so slightly.

You had a slight infatuation for the 2 time world champion, Sebastian Vettel. I mean– who wouldn't? He was feisty, gorgeous, breathtaking and– fuck. You needed to get a grip.

You tightened your grasp on your red bull cap, glancing at your sister, who probably forgot you were even there, as she watched Sebastian and Mark sign stuff and talk to fans from afar.

And then he was in front of you. Sebastian fucking Vettel was stood signing your cap. Your throat was dry and you couldn't think of anything to say except for a breathless thank you.

"You're welcome." He laughed slightly, glancing up at you as he finished signing your cap. "You here for me or Mark?" He asked, a small smirk on his lips.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, a small smile spreading onto your lips. "You." You managed to say.

"Correct answer." He laughed. "Your eyes are quite pretty." He said, quieter, as if he only wanted you to hear.

You flushed, unsure if you heard what he said correctly.

"What?" You sputtered.

"You heard me." He smirked.

"Well so are yours." You replied back, internally wincing at how cringe that sounded.

He stared at you for a little bit and you could've sworn you'd seen a small flush on his cheeks.

As quick as.. whatever this was had started, it was ending, as his manager ran over and whispered something into his ear. He quickly nodded and gave you a small wave, in which, you also gave him, a much more shy, wave back. And then he was gone, most likely preparing for the race, in which, he won.

You couldn't help but smile as you and your sister watched him on the podium, drenched and covered in wet, sticky champagne, which caused his skin to glisten in the warm sunlight.

That was 2 months ago. You hadn't been to another F1 race since due to work and being busy. You didn't even know what race you and your sister would go to next. You were flicking through a newspaper that you had brought earlier out of boredom and curiosity.

What were they reporting on nowadays?

The royal family– to be expected.

Celebrity affairs– to be expected.

Life "hacks"– stupid but, to be expected.

Sports– to be expected.

Sebastian Vettel– unexpected? But not unwelcome.

Your eyes were drawn to the article like a moth to a flame.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL INFATUATED WITH A FAN?

the two time F1 world champion was seen giving a fan quote on quote 'heart eyes' at the Spanish grand prix, is this his new girlfriend, or a secret fling?

You looked at the photo attached.

Your eyes widened.

No fucking way.

It was a photo of you, Sebastian was giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. The thought made you feel quite dizzy, your stomach churning. You seriously couldn't believe this.

You grabbed your laptop and found yourself looking at article after article of Sebastian giving you quote on quote 'heart eyes'. You seriously couldn't believe this, and you couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian knew anything about this.

He did know about it. He thought about you often, and the influx of articles about him giving you heart eyes made the feelings and thoughts 10 times more potent.

Sebastian was sat on his side of the garage, sipping his red bull while his engineers worked on his car. He had a good feeling about qualifying today. Mark walked over to him.

"Have you not tried to find her?" Mark asked suddenly, causing Sebastian to jump out of his skin.

"What- who- what are you on about?" Sebastian sputtered, confused.

"You know who, Sebastian! Don't act dumb with me. The girl who you gave heart eyes to at the meet and greet in Spain!" Mark said. "It's all the media are talking about!"

"Oh.. her." Sebastian muttered. "No. I don't even know how I'd find her." He added, a small frown appearing onto his face.

He didn't know why he was upset over this, he'd spoken to you for a maximum of 5 minutes before being dragged away.

"You could find her on Facebook." Mark said.

"You can do that?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"I mean– no. I was trying to be helpful." Mark admitted, shrugging slightly.

Sebastian grumbled under his breath at that and walked off.

Mark couldn't drop it. Everyone and anyone who had eyes could see the chemistry between them both. And despite being rivals for the championship, they were still friends at heart.

And that's how he found himself, practically begging Sebastian's manager to find you– somehow.

And somehow he had. It was 10am, you walked to the bottom of your flat building to get your post, in which, you saw a letter from.. someone who you didn't even know. You were confused but, nonetheless, took it upstairs with you and into your flat to open it.

You sat on your sofa and opened the envelope. You opened up the paper and your eyes widened.

It was Sebastian's manager. Your lips parted in a silent shock. In brief, his manager wanted you to come to the Canadian grand prix as Sebastian wanted to see you again.

You couldn't believe it. Sebastian wanted to see you again, despite your brief interaction. You always thought of yourself as an awful flirter, but clearly, you weren't. You felt a small amount of pride fill up your chest as you smiled to yourself, holding the letter to your chest.

You'd dragged your sister to the Canadian grand prix with you. Well– you hadn't really dragged her, she came more than willingly.

You found yourself in the red bull garage, nervously waiting in Sebastian's side of it. You absentmindedly chewed on your thumbnail. What if he changed his mind? What if it was just a spurr of the moment thing?

You couldn't help the anxious thoughts that swirled around your head like a small storm forming, clouding up your thoughts.

Sebastian walked over to you, a small smile on his face.

"Fancy seeing you here." He said.

"Fancy seeing you here." You retorted.

His smile widened ever so slightly.

"I didn't think my manager would be able to find you– or that you'd even come." He admitted, looking into your eyes, with something like infatuation.

"Of course I'd come. Its free." You joked.

He laughed at that, loud and warm.

"You didn't come for me?" He tilted his head in the most endearing way.

"That was a small factor." You smirked, enjoying the back and forth banter going between you both.

"It's a bit loud in here, isn't it?" He asked you, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the chaos of the garage.

"A bit." Your replied, raising your voice to ever so slightly.

"Come with me to my drivers's room?" He asked.

You nodded and followed him to his driver's room.

You were both sat in his driver's room talking and getting to know one another.

Sebastian was extremely interesting, he found you interesting aswell. He told you stories of his younger self, stories of other drivers on the grid and random stories others had told him. You found your smile getting wider the more you two spoke to one another.

You somehow got onto the topic of him winning races and how, after a while, winning races had become repetitive to him.

"Well–" you began, feeling a small wave of confidence rushing over you. "If you win this race I'll kiss you."

"What?" He sputtered.

"You heard me. If you win this race I'll kiss you, deal?" You asked.

His lips parted in shock but he quickly nodded.

He couldn't believe his luck.

He had won the race with a 20 second lead. He got out of the car, took off his helmet and ran to the barriers. He instantly found you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His lips were soft and tasted a bit like strawberries and mint. You grasped his shoulders, almost tugging him over the barriers. He smiled and a small breathy laugh escaped his lips.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, his thumbs rubbing your cheek bones.

"I think I'll have to keep winning if this is my reward." He smirked before leaning back down and pressing his lips back against yours, completely disregarding the world and the cameras around you both.

Instead, being completely infatuated with you.

A/N: i hope this is how you envisioned it 😭😭 i actually really like this omg.

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I realised that Matty is wearing the same clothes in these birthday pics and in these little band ones too. This means that they all came over on his birthday to play together :( I'm emosh

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In return for @mercyhit sharing a Ross being gay™️ clip, I come baring gifts of Matty and Ross being gay™️

FALLINGFORYOU

Willne x reader

WARNINGS – alcohol, making out, idk if the 1975 trigger you

NOW PLAYING – FALLINGFORYOU : THE 1975

He'd been in love with you since you were 15.

When you both had stupid dreams and not a care in the world.

Now you were both 30. Both busy with your careers, your lives and your dreams that you had both luckily made possible. And yet, you still had time for one another.

It was one of your mutual friend's birthday. It wasn't a big gathering, but yet, it still caused you to be overwhelmed. Will knew that. He knew you. And yet, you still came because that's who you were, you didn't like to disappoint people, especially those close to you.

And thats how he found you sat on a windowsill, watching everyone with a slight grimace on your face that someone could only see if they were watching you intently. Like Will was. You had a small stubbie in your hand, taking mindless sips of it, hoping that maybe it would get you drunk enough to actually enjoy yourself. You were on your fifth one, and you still weren't drunk enough to enjoy yourself.

And that caused you to scowl to yourself. You just wanted to enjoy yourself, for your sake and.. anyone else who noticed. You looked away from the people drunk enough to have fun, and noticed Will watching you from afar. He seemed to snap out of his trance and gave you a small tentative wave, which caused you to laugh to yourself quietly. You had been friends for 15 years, and yet, he still greeted you like you hadn't even known eachother for a week.

You got off the windowsill and made your way over to Will.

"Fancy seeing you here." You said, a small smile crossing your lips.

"Fancy seeing you here." He repeated, tilting his drink towards you.

You couldn't help but stare into his eyes, in which, they were practically calling you, whispering to you in a way that made you shiver.

"You alright, love?" He asked, tilting his head in a way that made you feel a bit dizzy.

"Yeah.. yeah. Sorry. Think its the stubbie." You mumbled, holding up your stubbie to make your lie seem more credible.

He raised his brow in a way that screamed that he didn't believe you, but he didn't say anything, thankfully.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked. "I mean- I can tell you're not enjoying yourself, and surprisingly neither am I, so-"

"Yeah- yeah. Okay." You replied quickly cutting him off before he began to ramble nervously.

He nodded and you both easily snuck out of the party, considering noone had paid either of you any attention for the whole night anyways.

The grass pinched your skin lightly as you and Will both lay on the grass, staring at the black sky illuminated by stars. You could feel Will's gaze on you. You didn't dare look at him, in fear of what you might do, instead fixating your gaze on the sky, pretending to count the stars or constellations.

"Hey, reader," He mumbled.

You turned your head to face him, your faces closer than they'd ever been.

"Do you remember when we first became friends?" He asked quietly.

You nodded, of course you had. It was fucking embarassing.

You'd been in science, your least favourite subject ever. Your teacher had assigned you groups for a practical, your group consisting of your best friend at the time, some guy you didn't speak to and Will. Your best friend and the guy you didn't speak to didn't do anything for the practical. And, despite your hatred for the subject, you still found yourself trying, alongside Will.

As you both did the practical, you made small talk about.. anything, really. And during your small talk, something had gone wrong as all of your vials were giving off smoke, which caused the practical to be stopped due to a safety hazard. That caused you and Will to almost piss yourselves with laughter.

After the lesson, Will ran over to you and walked with you to your next lesson, talking to you like you were good friends. And you did eventually become good friends.

You couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"Why are you asking, Will?" You asked, curious as to why he'd brought up a memory over a decade old.

"Well... fuck." He sighed. "It's when I fell for you. Reader, I've been fallingforyou. Ever since that science practical. Ever since we almost killed everyone with the toxic fume we created. I've been fallingforyou." He took a deep breath, then continued. "And I realised that if I didn't tell you that soon then I may never get the chance to."

A pause. A long pause.

"I'm sorry if I've ruined everything." He said. "I could.. just walk you home, and we could forget about this. Or not be friends anymore — whatever you'd like." He finished.

You froze.

You couldn't believe it.

He liked you.

He actually fucking liked you.

Not being able to help yourself, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his. His eyes widened in surprise before softening and closing as he kissed you back.

You both stayed like that for a while, running your hands over one another as you made out. You threaded your fingers through his mullet, softly tugging on the strands ever so often which caused him to let out a soft sound against your lips, causing you to smile against his lips in return. His hands were on your hips, and he was on top of you, kissing down your neck while you lay on your back on top of the grass. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at how the evening had turned out.

He pulled his face away from your neck to look into your eyes.

"On this night, and in this light, I've officially fallen for you." He said, before cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips against yours, definitely not for the last time that night.

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mercyhit

is this a safe space to admit that i thought matty said “i wanna fuck him real good” in looking for somebody (to love) for the longest time and never once questioned it because that’s just what i’ve come to expect from him

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