Written (2/?)
Title: Written (2/?)
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: alcohol consumption/slight (SO SLIGHT) sexual innuendo/swearing
Summary: based on a quite popular AU around tumblr, where you get the first words your soulmate says to you tattooed on your body.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, or the idea of this AU. It's all fiction ^-^
Author's note: THIS CAME FASTER THAN I THOUGHT?? but there you go. as usual, reviews are oh so welcome ^-^ (plus, I'd like to already ask if, maybe, you guys would like to read a chapter from Matt's POV? I don't know when I would fit it, but if you guys think it's a good idea, just say so in the comments! thanks <3)
The familiar knock on my front door made me jump instantly from my couch. Today was Saturday and I deserved to go out with my friends, as my mom said herself. We were going to this party thrown by this guy that we didn’t really know, but apparently there would be quite a lot of people. I looked in the mirror in the hall before opening the door, checking my look. The classic black shirt/black pants were my best option for that night; I wasn’t really keen on getting too much attention to myself, at least today.
-- Hello, mates! - I said with a big smile after opening the door. - Mom! I’m leaving! - I screamed inside the house to hear the same old “Don’t come back too late” chat from upstairs. I agreed and said my goodbyes.
-- Ready to meet “her”? - Tom said excitedly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and trying to do the same with Chris, but not quite reaching the height.
-- Oh, can we not talk about me meeting “her” tonight? I just really want some booze. And good music. - Tom looked at me with a faux offended look and smiled after it.
-- Well, your choice. - he said, and nothing about the subject was said though the whole walk to the house where the party was happening. The small front garden was already packed with people and empty cups by the time we got there, some loud music playing, chords we instantly recognized as reminiscent from the 80s, and the sight of some of our friends made me feel more comfortable in seconds.
The more I stayed in the party, the more I felt comfortable enough to dance, sing quite badly and get more and more drinks. After two hours or so, I was already tripping on my own feet, so I decided to stay in corner with Chris while he was engaging a conversation about football with someone I didn’t know.
My eyes scanned everywhere from that corner, looking for new persons and, maybe, someone that I could get to know better. “That blonde girl is cute…” I thought to myself. “That other one, whoa. This place is packed with pretty girls… Oh my God, hold up.” My eyes instantly stopped in a skinny body leaned against the wall, holding a beer casually, talking to someone else. My eyes ascended from the feet to the long slim legs, the pale hands by their sides, the white shirt that was loosely place on the torso… What a cute boy.
-- Oi, Chris. - I called my friend’s attention with a slight tap on his arm. - Who’s that bloke?
He looked in the direction I vaguely pointed and saw who had caught my eye. He looked confused at my face while I waited for an answer.
-- Hm… I think his name is Mark… something with M…
-- Matt. - said the other guy talking to Chris. - It’s Matt Bellamy. He’s in my music class.
-- Oh… Never seen him around. - I said while still eyeing the unknown boy.
-- Suddenly interested, eh? - Chris said with a smirk on his face. I laughed and shook my head negatively. He shrugged and resumed his talk, while I took a sip of my beer that was already getting warm. Soon I’d need another, but I didn’t feel like stop looking at that bloke.
What is this, even? Why am I giving all this attention to a guy? I’m not into that, for fuck’s sake. I shook my head and looked around, avoiding the corner where the so called Matt stood. Well, he had long hair, maybe my drunk mind just thinks he’s a girl. Yeah, that’s probably it.
--
I was basically shoved in a wall, hitting my head pretty hard on it, but I didn’t really care. My lips were pressed against foreign lips, some girl that had started to talk to me when I was getting another beer. She seemed friendly and quite good looking. What harm could it do, right?
The small space in the bathroom only seemed to get smaller each time she leaned her body closer to mine, her hands travelling down while mine went up to her hair. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get pass the kissing but I sure didn’t mind doing it. Her lips didn’t felt anything different than a little smooth pressure on my neck and on the rest of my body as she trailed down. My mind simply wasn’t present to feel everything I should be feeling.
-- Oi. - I said, putting my hand on her chin, making her look up and stop whatever she was doing. - I don’t think… I’m not really feeling like it. - I looked into her eyes while I helped her up. - I’m just really drifting away.
-- Oh… -- she said, with a disappointed look. - Well, I was looking forward to this, to be honest. But no problem. - she backed away and gave me a sympathetic smile. - Maybe next time, then? - she fixed her hair and her clothes and walked off. That was pretty reasonable for someone that was drunk. I smiled at that conclusion; maybe I would find her some other day, she was quite a good kisser.
I walked out of the bathroom after fixing myself up. I was ready to leave the party already and try to figure out what was keeping me away from that exact place and those exact people. I opened to the door to find a pair of blokes making out by the door. They were so focused on that moment that they didn’t even notice my ghost presence when I walked past them.
I looked back at them after some moments only to realize that one of those two was the fine looking skinny boy Matt Bellamy. The slight pull on that the other boy had on his shirt made visible his pale skin, the common black letters marked on his side, near to the elastic band of his now visible underwear. I kept looking at the words, trying to read them, but my view was too hazy. My eyes drifted down and my thoughts went to places they have never been to; I quickly realized what was keeping me distracted.
-- Chris, where’s Tom? Let’s find him. I have to go home. Right now. - I said, frantically. Chris was startled by my abrupt approach, but nodded in agreement when he saw my quite desperate look.
-- What even happened? - Tom asked after we got out of the party. He was trying to get with this girl the whole night and when we found him, he had still not succeeded. It wasn’t like he was doing something too important.
-- I just got… frustrated, I guess. Kinda annoyed. - I answered, looking away. I was annoyed and frustrated, but I couldn’t let them ask why.
-- Why’s that? - damn you, Tom.
-- Oh… some bird let me down. - I lied. It was a perfectly good excuse. - Plus, I’m too drunk, I would end up doing some shit at some point.
Tom looked at me skeptically, but shrugged and accepted the excuse. Small talk was made until we got to my house, the closest to the party. Tom had said he was going to walk a little faster, since his house was quite distant and he didn’t want to hear too much from his mother.
-- Well… Night then, Dom. - Chris said after we stopped by my door and I tried to find my keys. After I found them and unlocked the door, I looked back at Chris.
-- Night, Chris. Good party, huh?
-- Yeah… by the way, what was the whole thing with the skinny weird boy? - I was almost rushing inside my house before he had the chance to discuss that.
-- Oh, I was just… intrigued by someone I hadn’t seen before? - I lied once more. - I thought I knew everyone, at least by name.
-- Hm… If you say so. - he shrugged and smiled at me politely. - See ya Monday.
I nodded and waved goodbye before running inside and closing the door behind me. I panted heavily with the stress of the obvious lying to Chris. I wasn’t the one to lie to him, but I couldn’t just say I was attracted to a boy. A fucking bloke! I went to my room with the lightest steps I could, changed my clothes silently and lied down on my bed. I just wanted to sleep through this confusion in my head, but every time I closed my eyes, the image of the skinny boy being snogged by some other bloke came to my head. How I wish…
Author:
darkshining
Pairing: belldom
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: alcohol consumption/slight (SO SLIGHT) sexual innuendo/swearing
Summary: based on a quite popular AU around tumblr, where you get the first words your soulmate says to you tattooed on your body.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, or the idea of this AU. It's all fiction ^-^
Author's note: THIS CAME FASTER THAN I THOUGHT?? but there you go. as usual, reviews are oh so welcome ^-^ (plus, I'd like to already ask if, maybe, you guys would like to read a chapter from Matt's POV? I don't know when I would fit it, but if you guys think it's a good idea, just say so in the comments! thanks <3)
The familiar knock on my front door made me jump instantly from my couch. Today was Saturday and I deserved to go out with my friends, as my mom said herself. We were going to this party thrown by this guy that we didn’t really know, but apparently there would be quite a lot of people. I looked in the mirror in the hall before opening the door, checking my look. The classic black shirt/black pants were my best option for that night; I wasn’t really keen on getting too much attention to myself, at least today.
-- Hello, mates! - I said with a big smile after opening the door. - Mom! I’m leaving! - I screamed inside the house to hear the same old “Don’t come back too late” chat from upstairs. I agreed and said my goodbyes.
-- Ready to meet “her”? - Tom said excitedly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and trying to do the same with Chris, but not quite reaching the height.
-- Oh, can we not talk about me meeting “her” tonight? I just really want some booze. And good music. - Tom looked at me with a faux offended look and smiled after it.
-- Well, your choice. - he said, and nothing about the subject was said though the whole walk to the house where the party was happening. The small front garden was already packed with people and empty cups by the time we got there, some loud music playing, chords we instantly recognized as reminiscent from the 80s, and the sight of some of our friends made me feel more comfortable in seconds.
The more I stayed in the party, the more I felt comfortable enough to dance, sing quite badly and get more and more drinks. After two hours or so, I was already tripping on my own feet, so I decided to stay in corner with Chris while he was engaging a conversation about football with someone I didn’t know.
My eyes scanned everywhere from that corner, looking for new persons and, maybe, someone that I could get to know better. “That blonde girl is cute…” I thought to myself. “That other one, whoa. This place is packed with pretty girls… Oh my God, hold up.” My eyes instantly stopped in a skinny body leaned against the wall, holding a beer casually, talking to someone else. My eyes ascended from the feet to the long slim legs, the pale hands by their sides, the white shirt that was loosely place on the torso… What a cute boy.
-- Oi, Chris. - I called my friend’s attention with a slight tap on his arm. - Who’s that bloke?
He looked in the direction I vaguely pointed and saw who had caught my eye. He looked confused at my face while I waited for an answer.
-- Hm… I think his name is Mark… something with M…
-- Matt. - said the other guy talking to Chris. - It’s Matt Bellamy. He’s in my music class.
-- Oh… Never seen him around. - I said while still eyeing the unknown boy.
-- Suddenly interested, eh? - Chris said with a smirk on his face. I laughed and shook my head negatively. He shrugged and resumed his talk, while I took a sip of my beer that was already getting warm. Soon I’d need another, but I didn’t feel like stop looking at that bloke.
What is this, even? Why am I giving all this attention to a guy? I’m not into that, for fuck’s sake. I shook my head and looked around, avoiding the corner where the so called Matt stood. Well, he had long hair, maybe my drunk mind just thinks he’s a girl. Yeah, that’s probably it.
--
I was basically shoved in a wall, hitting my head pretty hard on it, but I didn’t really care. My lips were pressed against foreign lips, some girl that had started to talk to me when I was getting another beer. She seemed friendly and quite good looking. What harm could it do, right?
The small space in the bathroom only seemed to get smaller each time she leaned her body closer to mine, her hands travelling down while mine went up to her hair. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get pass the kissing but I sure didn’t mind doing it. Her lips didn’t felt anything different than a little smooth pressure on my neck and on the rest of my body as she trailed down. My mind simply wasn’t present to feel everything I should be feeling.
-- Oi. - I said, putting my hand on her chin, making her look up and stop whatever she was doing. - I don’t think… I’m not really feeling like it. - I looked into her eyes while I helped her up. - I’m just really drifting away.
-- Oh… -- she said, with a disappointed look. - Well, I was looking forward to this, to be honest. But no problem. - she backed away and gave me a sympathetic smile. - Maybe next time, then? - she fixed her hair and her clothes and walked off. That was pretty reasonable for someone that was drunk. I smiled at that conclusion; maybe I would find her some other day, she was quite a good kisser.
I walked out of the bathroom after fixing myself up. I was ready to leave the party already and try to figure out what was keeping me away from that exact place and those exact people. I opened to the door to find a pair of blokes making out by the door. They were so focused on that moment that they didn’t even notice my ghost presence when I walked past them.
I looked back at them after some moments only to realize that one of those two was the fine looking skinny boy Matt Bellamy. The slight pull on that the other boy had on his shirt made visible his pale skin, the common black letters marked on his side, near to the elastic band of his now visible underwear. I kept looking at the words, trying to read them, but my view was too hazy. My eyes drifted down and my thoughts went to places they have never been to; I quickly realized what was keeping me distracted.
-- Chris, where’s Tom? Let’s find him. I have to go home. Right now. - I said, frantically. Chris was startled by my abrupt approach, but nodded in agreement when he saw my quite desperate look.
-- What even happened? - Tom asked after we got out of the party. He was trying to get with this girl the whole night and when we found him, he had still not succeeded. It wasn’t like he was doing something too important.
-- I just got… frustrated, I guess. Kinda annoyed. - I answered, looking away. I was annoyed and frustrated, but I couldn’t let them ask why.
-- Why’s that? - damn you, Tom.
-- Oh… some bird let me down. - I lied. It was a perfectly good excuse. - Plus, I’m too drunk, I would end up doing some shit at some point.
Tom looked at me skeptically, but shrugged and accepted the excuse. Small talk was made until we got to my house, the closest to the party. Tom had said he was going to walk a little faster, since his house was quite distant and he didn’t want to hear too much from his mother.
-- Well… Night then, Dom. - Chris said after we stopped by my door and I tried to find my keys. After I found them and unlocked the door, I looked back at Chris.
-- Night, Chris. Good party, huh?
-- Yeah… by the way, what was the whole thing with the skinny weird boy? - I was almost rushing inside my house before he had the chance to discuss that.
-- Oh, I was just… intrigued by someone I hadn’t seen before? - I lied once more. - I thought I knew everyone, at least by name.
-- Hm… If you say so. - he shrugged and smiled at me politely. - See ya Monday.
I nodded and waved goodbye before running inside and closing the door behind me. I panted heavily with the stress of the obvious lying to Chris. I wasn’t the one to lie to him, but I couldn’t just say I was attracted to a boy. A fucking bloke! I went to my room with the lightest steps I could, changed my clothes silently and lied down on my bed. I just wanted to sleep through this confusion in my head, but every time I closed my eyes, the image of the skinny boy being snogged by some other bloke came to my head. How I wish…