birthday wish - matty x reader
part 1 of matty's birthday weekend a/n: this is scheduled. by the time this goes up, i will (hopefullyđ€đŒ) be on a beach somewhere, day drunk đ cw: very vague and brief descriptions of a panic attack, alcohol and drinking, mayhem is still with matty here because that's how it should be. also...a smidge of angst, idiots friends to lovers wc: 3.1k
âmatty you fucking dick!â
her screech echoes throughout the lower floor of his house and matty bursts out laughing. george stirs on the nearby sofa, huffs something unintelligible and goes back to sleep.Â
itâs 9 in the morning the day after theyâve had a late night out, no one should be awake at such an ungodly hour⊠least of all him. but matty has a mission to accomplish, the fucking childish prank heâs been planning for weeks to see through.Â
and this screamâher calling him a âfucking dickââis the precise reaction heâs been hoping for.Â
seconds later she stomps out of his room and matty damn near pisses himself at the sight of herâdripping in water like a wet, angry cat, her t-shirt clinging to her body in all the damp spots and hair as green as an oompa-loompa's. even like this sheâs a vision.
âwhat the fuck did you do?!â she yells again, absolutely fuming.Â
between peals of laughter, he somehow manages three words. âhappy april foolâs.â
âoh donât you fucking dare. watch your back healy, i swear to godâŠâ
and then all the yelling wakes george up who takes one look at her and flinches back. he actually flinches back letting out a string of curses in the process until his butt hits the floor.Â
matty doubles over, clutching his sides, and wolf-whistles at her just to piss her off a little more.Â
âhair dye in a shampoo bottle, how clever,â she huffs, crossing her arms in front of her until the damp t-shirt sticks to her boobs and the wind gets knocked out of mattyâs chest.Â
suddenly, nothing is funnyânot the green-tinged puddle of water near her feet, not the way her nostrils flare in anger.Â
mattyâs breath hitches in his throat, and perhaps for the first time he looks at her properly. the damp t-shirt ends halfway down her thighs, bunched up on one side so he can almost see the little group of freckles on the apex of her thigh. the anger makes her eyebrows furrow, makes a small crease appear right between them and matty wishes so desperately he could smooth it with his thumb. his hands tremble at his sides and he tightens them into a fist.Â
finally, after what feels like an eternity, george bursts out laughing.Â
matty startlesâheâd honestly forgotten george was even there, still waking up from sleep and now that he is fully awake, george bursts into a fit of obnoxious cackles.Â
âwhat the fuck happened to you,â he teases to which she just lifts one finger and points it straight at matty.Â
matty, despite everything, blushes to the roots of his hair. now that heâs started thinking all these thoughts about her he canât fucking stopâcanât stop when she bunches the towel in her hands and throws it at him so quick that it makes the t-shirt ride up a bit more. canât stop when she places her hands on her hips so that the contours of her chest stand out under the damp t-shirt.
he has half a thought to tackle george so he wonât be able to look at her anymore but matty suppresses the urge. barely.Â
âiâll get you back, healy,â she threatens and storms back to his room.Â
sure matty was the one who offered to let her have a shower in his bathroomâone, so she could stay over with the rest of their friends for the night, and two, so he could execute the prank. but now he canât stop imagining itâher under the shower (does she sing?) using his shampoo, his body wash.Â
does she smell like him now? heâd die if he got close enough to find out.Â
âalright, mate?â george jerks him out of his thoughts. matty turns around to see his friend stretching sleepily, but georgeâs eyes are still very much trained on matty. his lips are very much pressed into a thin line.Â
âyou both are insufferable, donât get why you wonât just tell her,â he mumbles on the way to the kitchen pulling out a mug for himself.Â
âdonât know what youâre talking about,â matty shrugs, perhaps a bit too quick and gets another mug out. he puts the kettle on boil, gets the coffee and sugar out.
the whole time george stays quiet but matty can feel his burning stare on the back of his head.Â
only when the coffees are done and george takes the first sip does he speak.Â
âsure you donât,â he mutters in a dry tone and takes his phone out (definitely to text charli and gossip about mattyâs love life. or the lack thereof.)
in his head he guesses the texts that are being exchanged between them.
heâs chickened out again.Â
really? i fucking knew it, heâs never gonna get to it.Â
right? she might as well date someone else.Â
i should set her up with a friendâŠ
and then shakes his head like that would get rid of the frankly ridiculous thoughts. his friends would never do that to him. they've already meddled and invested too much in his love life by now to give up so easily. besides, heâll get to it. someday. eventually.Â
heâll get to it when his insides donât feel like jelly around her.Â
heâll get to it when he feels a bit more brave.
mattyâs birthday wish has stayed consistent for the last two years. he wishes he could make a move. he wishes she were singleâwell, one of those things is true now. heâs no longer pathetic enough to yearn for a girl whoâs already with someone else.Â
heâll never admit it to anyone but he did feel a bit of joy when she broke up with her boyfriend earlier that yearâokay maybe a lot of joy when he saw how quickly she moved on.Â
âweâd been growing distant for some time anyway,â sheâd confessed when he checked up on her after the break up. âit was inevitable.â
and now that mattyâs birthday gets closer and closer, he thinks of all ways to amend that wish.Â
please fucking please give me the courage to just kiss her.Â
he doesnât know who heâs making the wish to. god?? he highly doubts it. the universe?? he scarcely believes in all that new age spirituality crap. the fucking candle company and the cake maker then.Â
oh great vanilla bean who sacrificed itself for my cake⊠give me the courage to finally kiss her.Â
he's got like a week still⊠if he wished every single day starting today, maybe it will come true. cake and candles or not. he's a grown fucking man, he can make a wish before blowing on a fag.
sometime around 5 pm he wakes up to an empty apartment, lingering taste of the sweet vanilla cake that sheâd baked for him last year still so fresh on his tongue.Â
thereâs something else too⊠thereâs the Moment that heâs not quite sure counts as a Moment even though he remembers it vividlyâher fingers brushing against his lips while she was wiping away a bit of the frosting, nails grazing against his lips. just a touch too long. all of itâthe intense stare, the looking away right after, the refusal to look him in the eye for the rest of the nightâall of it feels like a Moment. but the rational part of his brain steers him away from that thought.Â
she had a boyfriend at the time. she wouldnât pine after someone else. least of all him.Â
a somewhat humiliating memory resurfaces tooâhis own lyrics coming to bite him back in the assâthe speaker blaring âsheâs got a boyfriend anywayâ over and over again while he tries not to punch the dj.Â
matty stretches and gets out of bed.
the utter silence feels nice for a changeânicer when half the house is bathed in golden light and he can just stroll through the house in search of some weed and crisps and pop. maybe call his brother and demand that mario kart rematch thatâs so so long overdue.Â
maybe he should let mayhem out into the backyard first.Â
mayhemâŠ
matty freezes in his tracks and slowly turns around, almost like heâs in a horror movie.Â
he has not heard the dog bark once! usually mayhem is up and running at him the moment he senses him within a ten feet radius. today however, thereâs no patter of paws on the floor.Â
matty runs to check the little outdoor area where mayhem usually sits. even before he opens the door though, matty knows what he will findâan empty dog bed, possibly an empty food bowl.Â
he lets out a low whistle and twists the door open. thereâs an uncharacteristic, loud clatter and a second later he stands at the threshold, doused in hot pink glitter, dog-less, in the middle of his house.Â
iâll get you back, healy!
matty giggles to himself and takes his phone out of his pocket, trying not to get the glitter everywhere. (although by now itâs pretty much settled into his dna, heâs sure of it)Â
she picks up on the second ring, followed by a very fake clearing of her throat.Â
âdid you steal my dog, darling?â matty launches straight into it, trying to hide the smile in his voice.
âno!â and then thereâs a faint little yip in the background that sounds suspiciously like the one he hears daily.Â
ârightâŠâ
âright. that all?â
as gently as he can, matty dusts off the glitter in place and walks back inside in search of a mop or something. he needs to contain the carnage somehow, but on the phone she clears her throat again.Â
âdid anything else happen?âÂ
the little giggle in her voice is so obvious to him. matty imagines what she looks like on the other sideâon her bed maybe, cuddled up with mayhem who secretly seems to prefer her so much more than matty. on her bed in just a t-shirt maybe⊠he reigns it in before the thoughts can progress any forward.Â
âmayhem seems to have ran away.â
âoh?â then thereâs a little silence, which instantly fills with the sound of paws on hard wood. âmaybe heâll come back,â she hedges, âmaybeâŠonce the dye in my hair goes away, who knows.â
âis that so?â
âyeah, just a hunch.â
the silence stretches on, none of them willing to hang up first. matty wonders if sheâs sat there biting her lip, trying to stifle a laugh. matty wonders what it would be like if he were to bite her lip instead.
âstill green?â he tries to tease, voice slightly breathy.
âstill sparkly?â she quips back. and wellâŠyes, he is. heâs sure heâs going to be for the rest of time.
âthe dayâs not over yet, sweetheart.â
sweetheart. where the fuck did that come from? matty runs a shaky hand through his hair and grimaces when it come away hot pink and sparkly. itâs all over his hair too⊠great.
âis that a threat, darling?â matty almost chokes at the word, his face heats up. fuckinâ hell⊠if this is what heâs like after one wordâŠ
âweâll see about that tonight.âÂ
and then like a coward he hangs up before she can shake his composure any further. he closes his eyes and focuses on the birthday wish one more timeâit might as well be today, heâs faux-celebrating his birthday later with a few people who canât be there on the actual day. he just needs to get his shit together andâŠnot fuck up.
he fucks up almost instantly.Â
when he walks into the dimly lit pub, he can spot the green-head right from the door. sheâs in a flowery blouse and jeans and pulling the hair off so well that he wonders if he should have done this months ago. but matty shakes off his jitters and walks up to his friends.Â
several of them are already pretty tipsy, singing and dancing along to the tunes. he is fashionably late after all. they greet him, slapping him on the shoulder as he passes by, drunkenly yelling âhappy birthdayâ even though itâs a week away. graciously, he thanks them all, laughing and joking with his friends before making his way to her.Â
turns out the list of tipsy people also includes her.
she beams when she sees him, hurrying to put her cocktail away so she can throw her arms around him. a second later her perfume invades all his senses. matty closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of it.Â
âi was waiting for you,â she declares, a few words coming out slurred. âiâve decided i like the green.â
âyeah? it looks beautiful on you.â
quickly she wrinkles her nose, stepping away from him. âyouâre making fun of me!â
ââm not!â he vehemently defends himself but in the end itâs all in good fun. fondly, she rolls her eyes and grabs his hand, pulling him to the bar.Â
âi asked them to set aside this one bottle of wine for you. feel like youâd like it.â
a strange warmth spreads through himâitâs not the most special thing someoneâs done for him, itâs just a bottle of wine. but then again nothing is just something when it comes to her.Â
she thought about him. sheâd been thinking about him. however briefly.Â
matty almost leans across and kisses her then but thinks better of it. a crowded pub is no place to do it.Â
turns out his first mistake of the night is drinking the wine. well⊠drinking too much and too fast anyway.Â
what starts off as slow sips and savouring the red quickly turns into glasses of wine in a corner while they joke around and giggle uncontrollably. sheâs flushed, twinkly-eyed and a bit more than tipsy now.Â
matty, on the other hand, might very well be drunk.Â
he feels the effects of itâthe feeling of his blood being replaced by wine, the buzz in his head, the lack of filter in his words. oh, his head is going to kill him tomorrow.
he doesnât mind though, anything to be sat here across from her, giggling over an overpriced (but delicious) bottle of wine. matty leans forward, chin on the palm of his hand and watches her laugh at his silly joke.Â
âyouâre gorgeous, did i tell you that?â for a moment he doesnât recognise the voice. itâs slurred and deeper than usual and thatâs not something heâd ever admit to her so casually. but then she giggles and ruffles his hair, laughing harder when her fingers come back, coated in a bit of glitter.Â
âyouâre so drunk. but i appreciate it, thank you.â
âno no, iâm not! i mean i am butâ i mean it iââ heâs wide-eyed and failing to explain just how much he means it. matty just wants her to understand. this is not some frivolous confession of a wine-addled brain, this is serious. he is serious.Â
desperation overrides any sane instinct in his brain. which is his second mistake of the night.Â
the words come out faster than he can process them, faster than he can filter them and make them digestible.Â
âyouâ you donât know how long iâve waited to say this. every time i get enough courage thereâs either a boyfriend or something else. thereâs alwaysâ fuck, forget all that. that doesnât matterââ
âmattyââ
âno, no listen to me, listen to what iâm trying to tell you.âÂ
the more he speaks (rambles) the more the smile slips from her face, replaced by something he canât quite place. sheâs not⊠disgusted by him, is she? he hopes not. that really would be the final nail in the coffin.Â
âiâve been tryingââ he chokes, deeply swallowing more wine, ââbeen trying to tell you, i love you! i love you, i love you, i love you. i have for so long!â
and thatâs when she pulls back entirely, leaning back into her chair as if she canât put enough distance between them. her face shutters into an unreadable mask and matty feels panic bubbling up deep inside his stomach.Â
shit shit shit.Â
what has he done.Â
oh god, he clearly wasnât thinking straight. this wasnât how it was meant to go. this wasnât how any of it wasnât meant to go. it was meant to be followed by a kiss and maybe more. it was meant to be followed by an âi love you tooâ.Â
not⊠indifference.Â
or worse⊠disgust.Â
which is when he makes his third (and perhaps the worst) mistake of the night.Â
matty laughs. itâs hysterical and sharp and verging on cruel. he laughs until he can feel the tears in his eyes and he can only hope they donât spill down his cheeks. and then he says the words he can never take back.Â
âoh god, look at your face. i was joking!â
âwhatâŠâ
âitâs still the first of april, did you forget?â
each word is like a nail being hammered into his heart. but matty hopes it would be enough. in two seconds sheâd roll her eyes and laugh at herself for falling for it. in a minute they will go back to drinking and joking. matty can pretend. heâs become quite good at it.Â
instead, she gets up so fast that her chair almost clatters to the ground.Â
in the dim lightning of the pub, matty canât see the tears gathered in her eyes. although that might be because his eyes are still blurry from his own tears.Â
âloveââ
âyouâre a cunt, matty.â she says the words with an eerie calmness, mechanically gathers her bag and phone and walks away. only then does he register the extent of whatâs happening.Â
the wine bottle falls to the floor and shatters when he drunkenly bumps into the table. red spills everywhere, soaking his shoes, the leg of his jeans. he hurries after her, tripping and falling as the full force of the alcohol hits him once again, calling out her name again and again. the music drowns it out.Â
sheâs out the door before mattyâs even halfway across the pub.Â
fuck⊠how did it go so wrong so quick.Â
how did he mess it up so badâŠÂ
he almost retches right there on the floor, grabbing a passer-by to steady himself. he needs to do something, he needs to make this right. he needs toâŠ
he doesn't know what. his heart pounds in his chest and his throat feels so dry and tight he can barely speak, barely even breathe. matty sinks to his knees right there in the middle of the pub, gasping for breath.Â
he doesnât know what happens next, doesnât remember much after that. all he remembers is the feeling of doom and the loud, odd rhythm of his heart.Â
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