#awkward boy

The awkward boy waving when he’s introduced to his coworkers on his first day at work…like he hasn’t been around for a month.

Mortified about the level of violence in the office…!

Already over having to work before he starts and while dealing with clients…!

tags: matty healy x female!reader, dlid era, fluff, teenage romance, one shot, young romance, awkard matty healy, young matty healy

words: 1,6k

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Matty closes the door of his bedroom once both of you were inside, muffling the voice of his mother still shouting out to the two of you at the end of the stairs. Denise, always so sweet, and who has known you for a bit of a while now, since you've been over to Matty's house before, reminding you guys that if you needed anything she was there. 

Of course she would want to offer some cookies or a cup of tea to her girlfriend's son, especially after you have been at school all day, but Matty just dismissed it, embarrassedly by his mum's attempt, worried it would be awkward for you, which, it wasn't, really,  you liked Denise's effort to try and make you feel as comfortable as possible. 

Today Matty didn’t have band practice after school, which it was a miracle, so you guys could just enjoy a bit of time together.

You sat  at the edge of his bed, letting a small sigh escape your lips. You looked outside, watching as the sun began to set, the golden rays pouring through the window, reflecting on his bedroom. 

You watch as Matty grabbed something from his drawer, walking over the bed after and sitting next to you, you see a box of cigarettes in one hand, while holding a lighter in another, he offers you a cigarette. 

You sigh dramatically, as you drop your body over the mattress, smelling  your boyfriend's perfume at the same moment and feeling the texture of his navy sheets. 

"I've told you to stop smoking.” You said to him, murmuring. It was indeed a bad habit, but it was better than weed anyways, you even smoked occasionally with him, but very rarely. 

"Not mad at me, are ya, love?" Matty asks as he lets his body drop next to you in the bed, both of you  now face to face. 

You sighed softly, as you brought your hand to his face, running your fingers slowly and tenderly through his cheek, a small caress. 

Matty blushes with the touch, as he always does.

 Through the past months that you have been dating, you were the only person in this world ever who could get him this enamored. 

“I'm never mad at you baby, you know that.” You whispered to him. 

Matty looked at you, staring blatantly into your eyes, although he didn't say anything, he brought his face closer, and rubbed his nose on yours. 

You did the same, copying his movements, as you two touched the tips of your noses together, as you always did, it was a sweet love demonstration that you two had, it had become a habit.

You gave him another look, before pressing your lips against his, it was just a small peck, but he placed his hand on your cheek, and his other on your waist, bringing you closer. Your mouths crashed, and you could feel him smile against your mouth. 

Matty's fingers knot into your hair, bringing your face closer to him, taking any chance to get more nearness to you. Your chest presses against his, while your hands part to his messy hair, your fingers running through his soft curls, you absolutely loved his hair like this, always encouraging him to let it grow more.

When your lips parted a bit, letting a small sound escape, his tongue swept into your mouth, you felt his tongue against yours, the kiss becoming more rough, and linguistic, you knew that Matty was letting himself get a bit away. 

You pulled slightly away, a bit out of breath, he pressed his head on yours, also gasping for air, feeling flushed.

“Kay?” Matty asked, his voice a bit whiskey and your body trembled slightly to the sound of his raspy tone. 

“Yeah.” You muttered, a small smile placed on your lips, while you closed your eyes, just sucking in the moment. 

Matty, although, was quick enough to part to your neck. You felt his lips against your collar, just pressing softly at first, as he started to distribute small kisses on your skin.  

He knew exactly your sensitive spots, and how to make you sighted and let you weak for him. 

You two had never done anything more than making out, it was still a big step, and today wasn't definitely the day, especially with his mum downstairs. 

“God—Matty.” You gasped, as he kissed the spot behind your ear, the exact response he wanted from you. 

He kisses your throat sweetly one last time, before turning his face to you again. 

“Hi.” Matty said with a cheeky smile forming on his lips. 

“Hi.” You said with a soft, lovely laugh that he loved, while you placed your arms around his neck, hugging him. 

He places his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him, you rest your head on his chest, feeling the scent of his cologne and the smell of cigarettes, you close  your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. 

You loved these sweet moments, with Matty you've always felt entirely safe and so loved. 

It was so unexpected that both of you weren't really prepared, but in the next second his bedroom door opened without a warning, making you two panic a bit, even if you were just cuddling. 

Denise was standing on the doorway, Matty got up in a rush, giving her a furious and annoyed look. 

“Mum—Fuckin' hell, you could've knock!” He shouted to her. You sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed.

“Matthew Timothy Healy! No swearing on this house!” Denise argued back. 

It was embarrassing enough to have your parents shouting at you in front of your girlfriend. That would probably never happen to you since your parents were always working.

“A'ight, I'm sorry.” He said with a murmur, as he let his body fall on the bed again. 

“Right then, you two lovebirds, just letting you know I’ll go and pick your brother up from school, alright?"  Denise said, which made you two blush. 

"Make yourself comfortable, alright love? Matty, take care of her and don't go doing anything stupid." His mum said, making him groan and bring his hands to his face. 

You just gave her a small smile, nodding, while you mouth a tiny thank you, his mother left, shutting the door behind her. Yeah, that was definitely embarrassing. 

You loved Denise, you really did, you were naturally shy, but she always tries to make you feel so welcome and comfortable.

You watched as your boyfriend got up, now standing in front of you. 

He gave you his hand, offering you to take her, you blatantly accepted it, as you got up, standing now in front of him. 

Matty was taller than you, you weren't that tall, 5'3 in a good day,  so he easily towered you. 

“Sorry babe. You know how my mum can be a bit much sometimes." He said, letting his chin rest on top of your head. 

You hugged his waist, there wasn't one single moment that you thought bad of his mom, she was always so lovely to you. 

“Please don't worry, you know I love her.” You whispered, kissing his cheek, before resting your head on his chest. 

He sighted, bringing his hand to caress your soft hair. 

"What if you just stayed tonight, yeah? I'll find you some jammies, we'll stick a film on, fall asleep together..." He said to you, and you blushed. 

“You know we have school tomorrow..” You told him, and indeed it was true. Unless you pass through your house the next morning to grab your books… Your parents probably wouldn't mind, they were working until late anyway.

"C'mon, love, just text your mum, yeah? I'm  proper sure she'll let you stay the night.” He mumbled to you. 

“Matty—” You begin to say, but you looked at his face and saw his sweet puppy eyes, you just really couldn't resist it.

“Alright silly, I will stay.” You finally said to him, seeing the immediate joy in his semblance. 

He began to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, your forehead, and finally your lips, as both of your mouths crashed into that same rhythm. 

You placed a hand on his cheek, tenderly caressing it, as he placed his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and letting you fall on the bed behind you, he fell on top of you, and you gasped, letting a laugh escape.

“Matty!” You shouted to him, while laughing. 

He cheekily smiled, his eyes brightening, as he laid on top of you, his arms resting on both sides of your head. 

You pressed your lips against his, but just placing a small peck, and another, and another… Kissing repeatedly his cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose… he blushed like a little boy. 

God, you two were so madly in love it was absolutely adorable and disgusting. 

“God, I love you so much baby.” He told, as he let his forehead rest on your chest. 

You go quiet and silently for a couple seconds, processing what he had just told you. It was the first time one of you said “I love you”. It could seem stupid, but this was a new thing. 

He seemed to notice your sudden silence, because he lifted his head, a bit concerned he had said the wrong thing.

“I— Did I say somethin' wrong? I'm sorry baby— I didn't mean to—” Matty said, stumbling into his words, but you cutted him with a kiss. 

Your lips crashed unexpectedly on his, which he didn't have quite the time to respond to. 

“You silly boy.” You began to say, placing both of  your hands on his face. “Don't you dare apologize, you didn't say anything wrong, okay?” You told him, which he answered by just nodding his head slightly, blinking his eyes.

“I love you too, so much, alright?” “Don't you dare to apologize to me Matty Healy.” You muttered, while a wide smile appeared on his face. 

He kissed you again, biting slightly your lip. 

“I love you and I forever will.” He said, dramatically, which made you laugh. 

“You can say that at our wedding, yeah?” You told him jokingly.

But he was being quite serious, he was going to marry you, he was sure of that. 

In researching for this week's theme, I somehow found an Awkward Boy sketch that doesn't seem to be archived on YouTube … until today!

"Hah... 'Hugging' isn't normally on the docket darling. I'm afraid I don't do contact or sweet nothings for people I don't know anymore. And even before it was... not for my own benefit or that of the requester."