Matty Healy Imagines

Mind Games

Word Count: 2,046
Summary: "Can you do an imagine where matty helps the reader face her fear?? she's scared of water (like lakes and oceans) and he tries to bring her in and shes crying the whole time but she eventually gets over it and isnt scared anymore?" "Could you please write a matty x reader one shot where the reader and the boys go to the beach and they get in to a water fight?

Fears are simply your mind playing tricks on you.

That is what you have always been told, be it from family or friends. It's all in your head. Beat your mind, and you'll be fine. Sure, it sounds easy when put like that, but life is not as easy as words claim it to be. One can say the words 'I will own a billion dollars', but a stack of cash is not exactly going to appear down in front of you at your wish. You have to work for it, and work does not come easy. You have learned this from a very early age, and still struggle with it, all thanks to the big wide space called the ocean.

It should be simple. Little children, babies even, swim in the ocean. Sure, they are usually accompanied by parents and floaties, but that was because they aren't good swimmers yet. They still have a drive to be in the water and feel the sand beneath their toes. You do not. You get scared by the mere thought of stepping foot in the ocean.

For starters, it's so big. Why will humans willingly go into a mass body of water that we know less about than space? It seems impractical. Not to mention, incredibly dangerous. Speaking of dangerous, there are thousands of ways the sea can kill you. Sharks, a stingray to the heart, riptide, bacteria, jellyfish - the list can go on and on, which is the point. The ocean is full of some fucked up things. Why on Earth would you want to put yourself at that risk? Willingly, so!

For these reasons, and countless others you could spend a year talking about, you avoid the ocean. Living in England helps you avoid the ocean in social encounters. Not many people want to go to a dreary beach without sun, and if they do, it's usually to hang out on the sand, which you are fine with! Sand is soft and relaxing and nice to play beach volleyball on. It only has the occasional crab or ant on it, which you hardly have a bother with. Sand is fine. You thought you would be in the clear and restricted only to sand, until you met the group of four boys by the name The 1975, befriended them, and got involved with their lead singer, Matty Healy.

You did not see it coming! Cute boy and his equally cute friends wish to spend time with you. Fun! You like spending time with cute boys, and kissing the leader of them. His lips are soft and sweet and taste like mixtures of alcohol and fruit, and it's always delicious fun. There should not be anything troubling about that! Except there is. These boys, with their cuteness and delicious kisses, love the beach. And not in a 'oh I'll take a dip and then stay on the sand for the rest of the day' way. In a 'we might as well exist as mermen given how much we love the water' way.

The first time they went? You aced your excuse. Traveling along with them on tour, you faked not feeling too great because of fatigue and jetlag, which was understandable. The boys were used to the feeling, so they let it slide. All you had to do was look a little tired when they were around, which was not that hard of a task, and they bought it. The second time was even more clever. One claim of being on your period, and the boys all let you be.

Now, at your third time, you have no excuse. You have been well all week. Touring America has its perks, and you love going in and out of shops and seeing all of the interesting sights in the bigger touristy towns the boys play in. You have been excited all day and all night, proving you are healthy and happy. Also, your period came the week before, so that option was out. The boys are not that blind to how the female body works.

So here you sit, feet in the sand, nerves pooling in your stomach, as your favorite boys are setting up camp and preparing to enter the sea off the California coast. It's beautiful, from afar. Up close, the waves seem almost too rough, too loud as they crash into the shore. Sure, kids are playing in it well and fine, but they aren't you. They don't know the mysterious and devilish beings that lurk inside. Arms wrapped around your bare stomach, you feel like screaming to release the fear. It's too much. You are not excited to go through with it.