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Right lads (gender-neutrally), in the middle of writing the first proper chapter for menswear and I’m doing a flash back to like six months after Matty came out so he’s about to turn 15 , and him and the lads are out and about in Trafford Centre , and I’m trying to link the flash back to the story where Matty talking about how he doesn’t want to go there right now due to the fact that he’s not in the right headspace to be dealing with people —— so I was wondering if any of you amazingly talented people would know what 14 almost 15 year old Matty might be freaking out about or might now be in a good headspace about while out with the lads an option will be viable and I might use a few options through the story if anyone wants to help
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I haven’t written a lot but ask away i don’t mind
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I just had the stupidest but best idea everrrr
Heart Out is my absolute fave song rn I just gives me the tingles and makes me feel twirly 🤷🏻♂️
And I have a 75 tattoo dedicated to a few of my other fave songs but Heart Out ain’t on it cuz I wanted one specifically for Heart Out and I’m tryna decide how to go about it
And my brain just goes “well after your top surgery you can get “push your lack of chest out” on your collor bone” and idk why but that was too funny to me
Is that stupid or funny 😂😂😂
The masculine urge just to sit on his knee when he’s sat like this is insane ❤️🥹
Need to preface that it’s always been an issues people always struggle to understand or hear me but it’s just recently that it’s making me wanna pull my hair out
I need to discuss this with somebody , cuz I feel like I’m going insane and it’s infuriating me , for like I want to say for at least the last week everytime I’ve said something to anyone they can’t hear me and it takes like 3 times for me to say it till they hear me but I feel like I’m shouting and it’s so mad , idk if it’s an adhd thing but I feel like I’m speaking loud and clearly but everytime there like “what you saying speak up” it just makes me not want to repeat myself or just in general makes me not want to speak , anyone have any tips for this
I need to discuss this with somebody , cuz I feel like I’m going insane and it’s infuriating me , for like I want to say for at least the last week everytime I’ve said something to anyone they can’t hear me and it takes like 3 times for me to say it till they hear me but I feel like I’m shouting and it’s so mad , idk if it’s an adhd thing but I feel like I’m speaking loud and clearly but everytime there like “what you saying speak up” it just makes me not want to repeat myself or just in general makes me not want to speak , anyone have any tips for this
Here we go guys I know it’s taken me a while to get this up and running but my writers block really hit me hard , Sorry this isn’t the next chapter to “Heart out” but it’s the first blurb to “Menswear” , if people like this short snippet I will continue it
( just a little disclaimer about this fic , 1) I am a transgender male myself so alot of this fiction is based on how I feel about myself written from another perspective and might not be the way others feel and is no way a representation of how everything will be as an experience for everyone 2) I know Matty Healy isn’t a transgender male himself so please don’t be coming at me , I know this ain’t all true based on Matty himself this is why it is fully just a fanfiction , but I really hope you like it)
Menswear
“Georgie , I need to tell you something”
“What’s up?”, George’s bleach blonde mop of ringlets bounced as he turned to look at me , we’d been sat in my room playing Mortal Kombat for hours and I really had something to tell him. It’s been eating away at me for quite some time now, We rarely ever keep things from each other, I’ve know George a couple of years now. We met at the age of 11 and immediately clicked, have been inseparable since. So the fact that I’ve had this secret from him has been destroying me. Mum had been trying to get me to talk to him. Now was as good a time as anything.
“I don’t feel like myself , I feel so wrong in myself like my skin isn’t my own , my thoughts belong to someone else, my body doesn’t match my brain”, I can tell instantly that he has no idea what I’m trying to say, he’s just looking at me with that wide eyed vacant expression that he tends to have when we’re high or he’s confused as all hell.
“What are you talking about ey “, George strolled over to me and plonked himself at the edge of the bed. “ you know you can always tell me if something is wrong”
“I know I know , that’s what I’m trying to do, just let me think for a second okay ?”, I couldn’t look at him. My heart was racing and I could 100% feel a panic coming on. I don’t know why really because I know he’d never judge but telling George feels scarier than telling my Mum and Dad. I took a deep breath , tried to pull myself together and took George’s hand in mine. “I’m transgender George , I don’t feel like a women, I hate everything about it, I want to be a man , no uh …..no , want to be is the wrong phrasing,… I um … I am one” , I could feel tears running down my face alongside George’s other hand on my cheek stroking them away.
“Well then , what would you like me to call you, because I’d like to refer to correctly from now on lad”, The moment he called me lad I knew George would forever be the most amazing person in my life. It just confirmed to me all my thoughts , I knew he’d never judge but it was still scary to think about it. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and grappled him into a tight hug, crying tears of joy, partly because he understood how I felt and accepted me as myself and also because he called me “lad” , that’s what he calls all the boys that we know.
“Mum and I were talking about names , and we really liked the name Matthew, but but but I think I like Matty for short”, George giggled with me and wrestled me into a headlock.
“Matty it is then ey …. Well then Matty, let’s get back to this game so I can beat your ass”
That’s was when we were 14 years old but now here I am at 18 sitting in my bathroom with George about to take my first short of testosterone
Backstage At Your Show
Matty x Reader
Warning: Smut (Mutual masturbation, voyeurism, public sex? cumplay, dom-reader, and subby Matty)
WC: 3.2K
Summary: You catch Matty in the act backstage at his show.
Masterlist
Matty and the guys had no clue that you would be attending their first-ever arena show. You could hardly contain your excitement for them, having worked so fucking hard to get to this point. Everything felt surreal; you couldn't believe that they were performing on such a large stage and for a sold-out crowd at that. You felt so proud of all of them.
To Matty's knowledge, you wouldn’t be here for another eight days for Christmas Eve, and he was missing you like fucking crazy. As sadistic as it may sound, it made you feel good knowing he was going crazy without you.
The arena appears in sight as the driver whips the car into its parking spot. You clutch your suitcase tightly and wave a silent goodbye before they pull away. The cold air bites against your body, and the sheer top you’re wearing does little to hide the goosebumps littering your skin.
You wanted to look hot for Matty, but now you fucking regret not bringing a jacket. The queue of fans lined up outside the arena stretches on for what feels like miles, but you make your way through them, stopping to take pictures with them before Mark rushes outside to get you.
"C'mon, love." Mark grabs your suitcase and leads you through the front entrance, "How was your flight?"
You smile at Mark as you make your way backstage, trying not to bump into people doing last-minute preparations for the show. "God, it was exhausting! I forgot how much I hate traveling during the holidays. Just a nightmare."
Mark chuckles. "Well, you made it just in time. Matty's been moaning about you not texting him all day, you know. He's been driving everyone mad. Hann sent him back to the dressing room because he couldn't take his complaining anymore."
You laugh at Mark's words, imagining Matty pacing around the room, fidgeting with his clothes, and checking his phone every two seconds. It was cute, really, how much he cared about you, but you couldn't help but tease him a little. "I spoke to him this morning! He's just being dramatic, as usual."
Mark chuckles again, shaking his head. "You know how he is."
"Oh, trust me, I do. They definitely need to pay you more for always dealing with his shit." You joke, giving Mark a playful nudge as he leads you towards the dressing room.
Mark laughs, "I keep telling him that. I'll take your suitcase to the bus. The guys are doing the soundcheck without him. Just go down this hall, and it's the last door on the left."
You give a curt nod of thanks to Mark before hastily making your way down the damp-smelling hallway. Eyes focused on finding a head of curly hair. There’s a hum of music playing, growing louder and louder as you approach the door at the end of the hall. The door is barely cracked, but it’s enough for you to see where you’re stepping and to make sure you don’t bump into anything.
The music grows as you stalk further into the back of the O2 dressing room, and you can see the silhouette of a shadow break against the adjacent wall.
A smile breaks across your face at managing to perfect the surprise. Matty would be none the wiser, completely taken aback and shocked. You could practically see the way his eyes would crinkle at the sight of you.
Matty’s back is facing you as he lounges on the chase situated in the middle of the room. The music you had heard is playing on the speaker in front of him, and you are about to walk behind him, jumping into his arms when something catches your attention.
You can't help but pause when you see how his black suit hugs his shoulders, stretching with every tense movement. And it's the subtle sheen on his skin that catches your eye.
Your mouth runs dry as his head lulls back, his mouth parted in silent ecstasy, and his eyes clenched tightly in awe.
“Fuuuck,” he moans to himself, and the grit of his voice has your legs squeezing together, “god–yes.” His shoulders move more intensely, and your eyes are drawn to the glimmer of his many rings, shining with each pump of his hand. And it has you walking closer to the back of the chase.
You dragged your index finger across his body, from one shoulder to the other, going over the highs and lows of soft fabric agonizingly slow. He jumps in surprise and spins around quickly, in utter shock. You have to stop yourself from screaming when you notice the black eyeshadow and liner around his eyes, making his brown eyes pop even more than usual.
He is a vision of beauty. His black suit jacket clung to his body like a second skin, displaying the white dress shirt beneath it in all its crisp glory. The black necktie added a touch of sophistication. Tight-fitting jet-black jeans unbuttoned and hung low on his waist, exposing a dark dusting of hair above his hard cock that was leaking precum at the slit.
He looks like a fucking gothic god.
His eyes, even though wide with confusion, are teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he takes you in.
“Hi, baby.” You purr, letting your eyes wander down the expanse of his body. His entire body tenses, and you shake your head slowly, “why did you stop? I’m enjoying the show.”
Matty knows that tone of your voice. He dreams about it, makes himself cum to the memory of it. As you circle around the chase, he grows comfortable on the cushions. Palming his dick, he lets you watch as he slowly rubs the length of his cock up and down. “That’s a good boy.” You praise, and you can see the light grow in his eyes.
Sitting opposite of him on the oversized chair, you part your legs in front of him. The skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy through your stockings.
Hey, you wanted him to have easy access. You knew how this night was gonna end anyway, and you wanted to make it easier for the both of you. So, you took off your underwear in the airport bathroom.
“What were you thinking about, baby boy?” You ask, and Matty's mouth hangs open slightly as a moan rips through his throat at the pet name. You smile knowingly at him, and his cheeks are tinged red, and you can tell he’s embarrassed by it.
It's fucking hot. You loved it when he had that innocent look on his face when he’s completely lost in his thoughts and didn’t realize what he was doing. God, you just want to eat him up.
His eyes follow every movement as you let your hand dance down the length of your abdomen, teasingly inching its way under your skirt and up the insides of your thigh. “Was it me?” You purr, tearing away the flimsy stocking with your nails, exposing your glistening and ready cunt.
Matty nods, fist tightens around his cock. “I missed you so fuckin’ much, baby.” He moans, pausing the slight lifting of his hips as you circle your fingertip over your already sensitive clit. The moment you stop, he’s staring back at your face, “No, please.” He begs, pumping himself again–quicker, more desperate, “Don’t stop.”
Your pussy clenches in anticipation, yearning for the stretch of his cock inside of you. “Were you thinking about how I’d ride you right there where you’re sitting if I had been here?” You push further, and his lips part.
He shakes his head feverishly, stumbling over his own movements as you stand and start walking towards him. Matty quickly pulls down his jeans to his lower thighs before palming his dick. The hand he had wrapped around his dick only a second ago slips under the mesh shirt you’re wearing and pulls you closer to his chest.
“What do you want, baby boy?” You ask, biting your own lip to stop the moan as you feel his dick glide against your already swollen clit, his hips involuntarily bucking up as he tries his best to form a coherent sentence.
“Anything. Fuckin' anything.” Matty answers immediately, pressing his lips to your neck, right below your ear. “Just need you.” He mumbles against your skin.
Reaching between the two of you, you take his cock in your hand and stroke teasingly over the length, and you watch as his breathing accelerates. "I heard you were driving everyone crazy today," He choked on a breath as you swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum over him. Your legs shake as he moans your name lowly and deeply, the sound coming from his chest. "So, maybe don't you deserve anything."
"N-no, please. I do! I do, I do, I do." Matty babbles in a rush, mouth dry and stuttering over his words. His fingers bite into your skin, and he raises his hips once more, attempting to bury himself inside of you.
“Not yet.” You demand, forcing his eyes on you. He looks completely desperate, pupils blown, cheeks red, and slightly sweaty curls falling on his forehead. “You don’t get to fuck me until I say so, do you understand?”
Matty nods and lets his head fall back against the edge of the chase. He loosens his grip, letting you rock your bare pussy over his cock slowly. You can see how hard he’s fighting the urge to push up inside of you. His jaw is locked, his brows pinched together tightly, and to be honest, you were nearly coming undone as well. With every roll, the head of his dick was brushing against your clit, and the precum mixed with your own wetness, aiding in the ease of gliding against one another.
"Wanna make that pretty makeup run down your checks, hmm? Would you like that?" You taunt, as his eyes widen with anticipation. He nods frantically but fails to form a single word. "I want to see you cum all over yourself before I let you fuck me."
Matty almost chokes on his breath, and his hips shoot up into you, the length of his cock twitching against your clit. His black-lined eyes had become glassy; whether it was from the sight of you or the sensations you were inflicting on him, you couldn't tell.
But you can't be bothered by it because he looks so fucking gorgeous, and he doesn't even know it. You almost forgot what you were doing. Almost. But not quite.
"Such a good boy." You purr, picking up the pace once more.
Matty's hips were thrashing in tandem with yours, his knuckles white and his cries more frenzied. Your breath came in heavy gasps as the tension between you increased. You tangled your fingers in Matty's now-soaked hair, pulling him close as you writhed together. Each hip thrust made the knot in your stomach tighten, sending shivers up your spine.
Your breaths are shared with one another: open mouths and heaving chests. In a frenzy, Matty is ripping the shirt over your head and unclasping your bra with one hand, just leaving you in stockings and a skirt. Letting his other hand roam your body. His chest presses against yours, his lips ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest, sucking at your peaked nipples.
“Fuck, baby.” He moans as you pull your skirt around your waist and angle your hips and roll harder against his cock. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
You can see him shake, trying to stave off an orgasm. But you can also see how much he wanted it. How desperately he wanted to cum, to spray all over you, to feel the relief of it gushing out of him.
You loved doing this to him.
“Do it.” You command, gripping his hair, and his eyes go wide. “Fucking do it.” You repeat. Matty’s mouth falls open, his brows high on his forehead before his head falls back against the seat, his hips jerking erratically as he orgasms. You watch as pearly white jets of cum erupt over your boyfriend's still-clothed chest. You can feel him tense beneath you as his orgasm hits and rattles through his body.
He looks at you like he’s never seen you before. And in a way, he hasn't. High on the feeling of his release, he looks at you like he’d never be able to get enough. Like he wanted you to stay just like this, forever.
“You're so fucking beautiful.” Matty whispers, buried in your neck. In any other situation, you would've melted at his words, but the only thing you can think about is wanting to see black streaks running down his face and onto his—now cum covered shirt.
Without a second thought, you tighten the grip you have on his hair and force his eyes on you. The pain surges through his scalp, and he hisses out, but you can feel the pulse of his dick when you do it.
“You’re my little whore–aren’t you?” You question, reaching down between you two, lining him with your entrance and sinking down in one swift motion. Matty moans, almost choking on his spit. Still extremely sensitive from his orgasm not even a second ago. “F-fuck, god–yes, I’m your whore, baby.” Matty whines.
You lean back, hands resting on his knees, pushing your hips down onto him roughly. With your cunt exposed, Matty's eyes can't help but fall to where your bodies meet, watching as his cock slides into your pulsing cunt.
Matty glances up at you through the hair falling over his forehead, and you notice tears starting to form as his hands find your hips, trying to slow your movements. "Please, pleassse! I can't anymore–" He whimpers, sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing it painfully.
"Look at you—shit," Another rough drop of your hips, "a withering fuckin' mess because of me." You chuckle lowly, fighting back the moan as you feel his hips come off the couch, trying to match your speed.
Matty's eyes snap to yours, and his mouth opens, assumingly to respond with some witty comment, but you rut yourself back onto him, bottoming out to the hilt, and Matty's words are cut off with a loud moan.
“Yes, baby, that’s it, fuckin’ give it to me. Fuck my little pussy and make me cum.” You yell, grinding down onto him hard.
Matty’s hips shoot up, his dick twitching inside of you, and you can see him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Oh, god, please." Matty nearly begs, hands griping your ass even tighter, his head to drop back against the chase, exposing his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. You’re so good." He moans, trying to restrain his voice.
"I wanna see your pretty makeup all over you." You whisper, leaning forward, licking a trail from the base of neck to his ear. "Wanna see you covered in it."
You feel Matty's breathing quicken, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck, please.” He whines through gritted teeth, and you can feel he’s about to lose it. You purposely clench the muscles in your pussy, building up pressure in the base of your stomach, and Matty fucking loses it.
"I take it, baby. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I—I'm gonna cum again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I can't stop it. I can't-I can't- I'm gonna cum again." He whines.
You push yourself faster, grinding down onto him hard. "Not just yet, sweetheart. Give me some tears, baby boy. We're not done yet." Reaching out, you cup your hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. "Don't cum yet. Don't you fucking cum yet." You demand firmly. Matty nods quickly, whimpering against your hand. "Want you to get your head as fucked up as your cock is right now."
You keep one hand cupped over his mouth, muffling his cries while you're harshly bouncing up and down on his cock. "You're gonna take it. You're gonna take it all, alright? Just like a good boy." You grind into him a little harder, making sure your nails are digging into his cheek, but not hard enough to leave marks.
He's out of control.
He's no longer Matty, the cocky, self-absorbed man you love. He's some sort of desperate animal. He’s a whore, and you fucking love it. You can feel his little whimpers in your hand, begging you not to make him cum again, then begging you to let him cum.
Your other hand finds its way to his hair, where you pull at the roots, rocking your hips back and forth. You can feel Matty's head thrashing from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, and black tears beginning to stream from them.
"You love this, don't you, you little slut. You love being a slut for me, don't you?" You chuckle lowly, watching his head fall to the side, away from your hand. "My beautiful boy."
"Ungh! Yeah—shit." He whines. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck."
Your gaze is mesmerizingly fixed on him; his chocolate brown curls are tousled, and there are black smudges tracing the contours of his eyes and cheeks. His pink lips swollen from biting them, his dick twitching inside of you while on the verge of cumming again, It's absolutely perfect.
"Cum for me, Matty. Paint my pussy white."
And he does.
It's so perfect that it has your stomach tightening in knots and your orgasm rising at a rapid pace. "Ungh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum." You moan, losing yourself and crashing your lips to his.
You taste blood as your teeth crash together, and a high-pitched moan escapes from the both of you as your bodies tense. He's cumming, you're cumming. Both of you cumming at the same time.
It feels like your spine has been struck by the strongest bolt of lightning you could possibly imagine. Explosions of pleasure course through your body, your vision goes white for a moment, and you can feel every muscle in your body tense and relax at once.
Your trembling lips locked together as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your intertwined bodies. Inhaling deeply, you both feel the intensity of the moment before slowly exhaling into each other's mouths as his tears wet your cheeks. You can feel Matty's cum gushing into you, marking you as his. You can feel him tense and shiver against you as you milk every last drop of cum from his cock.
You pull away from him, and after a moment, he raises his head to look at you. You move your hands to his face, thumbs swiping away the black lines from his eyelids, cheeks, and chin. He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back, "Think you gotta redo your makeup. Sorry about that, love." You whisper, gently kissing his lips.
Matty chuckles silently. "Mhm, you're fuckin’ doing it for me this time." He whispers back, kissing your nose.
Tags (can't tag if your @ is red): @nothingrevealedeverythingdenied, @x-a-black-winged-dove-x, @butyou-callmewhenyourebored, @sugarkane1001, @uramilf, @thereisaplaceintheheart, @squishysoupy, @ari-turner, @0nlyangel1975
Just had to post Matthew Perry yanno (he be my other Matty baby anyway), but like dude it’s so fuckin devastating wtf !!! 😨😭😨😭😨
Didn’t have time to find a Halloween outfit and went last minute drinking with friends so pulled out my inner Matty 😅😅😅
Always was and always will by my fave Matty Era ❤️
The 1975 debuting If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know) at Nottingham Motorpoint Arena on 15.02.2020
I MEAN I UNDERSTAND THE PREMISE AND IT MAKES SOOOO MUCH SENSE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE HAD THAT DIAGNOSED TOO THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ADHD
Again tho I understand the Premise
Dudes I’m aware it was my birthday on the 20th and you wanted to give me a prezzie BUT I was not in attendance so playing YOU AND ALSO PLAYING ME WHILE IM NOT THERE IS WILD !!!!!
I have to just pass away
// 20.10.23 // Charlotte // You
© @a_girl_called_mel
It’s the tiny pushing up of the damn glasses that do it for me every-time it just makes me feral
FOR NOT A SINGLE DAMN REASON
// 20.10.23 // Charlotte // Me
© iliwysalyssa
Good luck to @squishysoupy I know it’s show day for you and I just thought I’d let you know that I hope you have the best time ever Deary and I hope it’s everything my you hoped it would be ❤️❤️❤️
STAFU , You Can’t Show Me This And Expect Me To Be Normal About It
hard launch
Another “On Repeat” playlist shuffle lets see what I have this time ❤️
1) Talk!- The 1975
2)POLAROID - Michael Aldag
3)cheating - Michael Aldag
4)Speed Drive - Charli XCX
5) Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling for soup
6) girlfriends (sped up version)- Michael Aldag
7) UGH!- The 1975
8) Teenage Dream - Michael Aldag
9) She’s American - The 1975
10) Coming Home - Kasier Chiefs
As we can see I’m not the most diverse but hey
@footprint-in-the-snow @goldrushgoingunder @wrestletotheground @the1975music @imagine-that-100 @x-a-black-winged-dove-x
Tagged by @wehavecometoanend--maybe, thank you!!
Rules: Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.
Pain - boy harsher
Brand new city - mitski
Heaven - mitski
Just like heaven - the cure
Mama - my chemical romance
Cities in dust - siouxsie and the banshees
Spellbound - siouxsie and the banshees
Your best American girl - mitski
Wax and wane - cocteau twins
Promised land - skeletal family
I tag @silvainea @teapartycrasher @allafey @lilydvoratrelundar @tiredandangry @lesbiansagainsttheatre @necrogardens @hoptism @fleshdyke and @sharksnespresso
Might be getting the fic on archive sooon hopefully ❤️
ALTHOUGH DOES SOMEONE WANNA HELP ME WITT THE LATEST CHAPTER CUZ IM A MONTH BEHIND AND JUST CANT GET IT GOING ???
Welcome to the first episode of “Why is Dylan Emotional Today”
1st reason being that , I am a trans man that has to deal with having a womb and a slightly more feminine physique when all I really want is to be able to walk about with no binder/or shirt on and feel like the man I know I am
2nd reason being , I EVER SO BADLY WANT TO BE IN A BAND , and not for the fame or anything but really just to have the band mate bond with people , and write music/make music that I love , for other people who love it and make those bonds with people and just be an amazing musician but I 1) can sing 2) don’t play any instruments other than the drums but very badly and 3) probably have zero confidence to perform in a stage and probably will just end up mimicking Matty when it comes to stage presence cuz everything I know about performing is from him , but that’s all ever want on the world is to make music that I love with people that I love for people who I know will love it too
Thanks for tagging me @ros3chu
This is my last saved celeb pic (idk if these count cuz there screenshots with Celebes in them )
Inspired by a game you played.
No cheating: Your last saved celebrity picture is your stalker.
THE smile that crawled across my face rn. MUAHAHHAAAA! I love a dark! ask >:D
Who is yours @queenoftheworldisdead?
Tagging a few. If anybody else wants a crack at it ya'll jump in if you want! Have Fun!! <3
@titty-teetee @iwantutobehapppier @americasass81 @sagechanoafterdark @littlefreya @goldieccentric @golden-ariess @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @@navybrat817 @letsby-writes @darksideofthecocoamoon @ellethespaceunicorn @cardierreh15 @valthevalkyrie @cockslutpadalecki @caffiend-queen
To read after work
unplanned - ross macdonald x reader
chapter 1
a/n: hello! i posted this a long time ago but was very unsatisfied with it, so i took it down to polish up and am far more pleased with this version! plz let me know what u think :) excited to write this.
you feel frightened by how quickly you jolt awake; once you had finally managed to fall asleep last night it was deep, the kind you knew would have been refreshing had it lasted. but only a few hours have passed, and as soon as you’re awake you panic because you know why this has happened. the nausea hits you immediately and you run to the bathroom down the hall, not even worrying about trying to keep quiet despite the fact your grandmother is asleep just down the hall and you don’t want her to know what’s been going on with you the last few days.
it’s a close call but you make it just in time, emptying your stomach even though there’s really not much left at this point. you try to be quiet but your retching is loud enough that once you’re finished you hear a small knock on the door.
“darling, are you ok?” you hear your nana ask on the other side of the door.
you lie your head back against the tub, grabbing a cold washcloth you had left from when you’d been in this same situation a few hours before and putting in on your forehead.
“i’m fine, nan. something i ate i suppose,” you say back, weakly.
“alright then. i’m going back to bed but if you need anything let me know.”
“thanks nan.” you want to cry thinking about how sweet she is, how much you will miss her when you finally head back to the city. you have been here all summer, and all of the paid time off you should have been saving for an upcoming wedding and honeymoon is gone, spent instead on feeling sorry for yourself, mourning the loss of your new home, a large group of your friends, and of course, your relationship with ross. you are due to return to london today, and back to work tomorrow. you try and take deep breaths as you lie there, then get up, brush your teeth, and head back to your room. you lie back in bed, thankful for how cool your sheets feel on your face and your back, then pick your phone up off the bedside table. 5 am. you will be leaving the house in just two hours.
you unlock it and see you have two texts. both you are expecting, but one you dread.
the first is from your friend, gemma, confirming the time you’ll be at her flat this morning . you’ll be staying with her temporarily until you can find a place of your own, at least you hope. you wait to respond, as your answer will depend on what lies ahead in your next message.
it’s from ross:
yeah, i suppose i can meet up. what time
you hate how indifferent his tone is. you know it’s just a text, that a lot can get lost when you’re communicating without seeing or hearing him, but you still have a gut feeling that he is not happy to be hearing from you.
you stare at the screen for several minutes, feeling incapable of responding. you lock and unlock your phone several times, another knot forming in your stomach. you’re sure he’s not awake, that’s he’s barely thought about you since he received your message asking if you could see each other and talk, but you also can’t help but worry that he knows you’ve read your message, that you’re taking so long to respond. you can’t think rationally right now after the news you’ve received yesterday.
you unlock your phone again then go to your mail app, where you have an email from your doctor with your blood results. you scroll to the bottom and see the words again, still as big of a shock to your system as they were when you read them the first time: PREGNANCY (HCG) - POSITIVE.
over the last couple of weeks, you could sense that something was off. you’d felt far more tired than normal; when you’d first arrived at the beginning of the summer, you had made a habit of spending your afternoons gardening with your nana, but the heat seemed to be getting to you more easily now. but when you’d started throwing up a few days before, you realized you had missed your second period in a row. upon this realization you had texted gemma immediately, panicking, but she tried and reassured you that maybe it had just been the unduly high amount of stress you’d been under. but when you did the math in your head of the last time you and ross had slept together, you knew you wouldn’t get any reassurance until you’d seen your doctor.
you exit the mail app and go back to your messages, staring at the blinking cursor. finally you respond:
does noon sound ok? i’m driving back from nan’s this morning so i can just meet you as soon as i get back into the city. maybe at that coffee shop around the block from my office?
you sit up against the headboard after you hit send, feeling your eyes well up again. you are so scared about telling him, scared of how he will react, scared of seeing him again for the first time in two and a half months. you’d known that eventually you would have to contact him again; your stuff was still in the house you’d shared after all, you were going to have to fetch it eventually. but you had not expected your first meeting after your breakup to be under such strange circumstances.
by now it’s 5:45, and you figure you might as well get up and start packing. before you can get out of bed, your cat, harvey, jumps up and starts rubbing his head against your hands, purring up a storm. you smile through your tears at him; he is so old, his fur is patchy, he’s half blind, but he has been a constant source of comfort for you during your summer stay at your nana’s.
you continue to cry as you pull your suitcase out from under your bed and put your things in it. you don’t want to go back to what you have left behind. you still don’t think you have even fully processed your breakup with ross; the night you’d broken up with him, you’d immediately packed a bag that night and driven up to liverpool. you hadn’t looked back, and because of that you’d spent the whole summer distracting yourself rather than dealing with your grief. your nana had been wonderful, and had offered to talk things out with you several times, but you’d always refused. you feel guilty for not telling her what’s going on now, but you don’t want to tell anyone until you know exactly how you are going to handle the situation.
once your things are in your suitcase, you wash your face, throw on a pair of jean shorts and an old t-shirt, then pack harvey up in his crate and head downstairs, where your nana is making tea and toast. she follows you out to your car, giving you a big hug before you get in. you start crying again as you hold her tightly, not wanting to let go.
“it’ll be ok, sweetheart. you’ll make it through, i promise,” she says, rubbing your back.
“i love you, nana,” you say, still holding her arms as you pull away. “thank you for everything.”
“i love you too, more than you will ever know. give me a ring when you make it back to gemma’s.” she watches as you get in your car, start the engine, and drive off, and you sob as you see her fade away in your rear view mirror.
the drive to london passes in silence, but it’s quick, as you spend the whole time trying to play out how you will break this news to ross. you practice different scenarios out loud, occasionally glancing down to see harvey glaring back up at you from his carrier in the passenger seat, grateful he’s there to help you calm down when you start to feel like you’re getting too worked up about it. when you finally arrive in the city you make a quick stop at gemma’s flat, where she’s left a key for you at the front desk while she’s at work so you can drop off harvey and your suitcases. once you set up his food and water bowls and his litter box you look at your watch. it’s now 11:57.
“shit,” you say out loud, leaving the flat and walking the six blocks as fast as you can to the cafe where you are supposed to meet him. you’d wanted to get there early, to compose yourself as much as possible before he arrived, but the time had gotten away from you.
when you arrive you are a little out of breath, and feel a bit alarmed because you don’t immediately see him. it was unlike him to be late, and while you were driving down the thought of him not showing up at all had occurred to you more than once. but you catch your breath as your eyes take a second glance around the cafe and see him sitting in the corner booth, his coffee already at the table, staring at his phone. after a few seconds he looks up and sees you, gives you a small wave; as he does he gives you a strange look, not exactly a frown and not exactly a smile, a grimace of sorts. you wave back and try to force a small smile, then go to the counter to order.
while you wait for the barista to finish up your drink, you look over at him a few times. he looks good; hair up, arms looking more toned than usual, skin tanned, most likely from his time spent outdoors on the festival circuit this year. he and the boys had seemingly hit a high this summer from what you could tell when you would torture yourself by checking instagram. it bothered you that he looked so good and you looked so pitiful, showing up with a puffy face, frizzy hair, no makeup on. you curse yourself for not thinking of that possibility, but aren’t able to dwell on it for long because your name is being called.
he does not stand up or greet you as you approach the table, just locks his phone and looks up at you when you sit down, folding his hands. “hi,” you say, softly, again trying to force a smile you know he’ll be able to see through.
“hey. alright?” he says, a little too politely.
“fine. sorry i’m so late. lost track of time.”
he chuckles a little at that, giving you a small smile. “i wouldn’t expect anything less.”
you smirk, looking down at your coffee as you stir it nervously with your spoon. “you look well. have things been okay with the band and all that?”
“yeah, really good. just got home from a long run of festivals a couple days ago. don’t have much else planned until the new year, so it’ll be nice to have a few months off.”
that’s nice,” you say, looking back up at him. the tension is sharp, and there is an awkwardness, but even so you can’t believe how kindly he is acting toward you after everything that went down. you’re both silent for a few moments, eyes wandering around the room, not sure what to say next; you keep trying to figure out when to bring it up without it seeming like too big of a bomb, but you’re kidding yourself if you think there’s a way to tell him organically.
but just before you’re about to speak up again, he clears his throat. “erm…have you figured out where you’re staying yet? sort out a flat or anything?”
you take another sip of coffee. “not exactly…like i said, i literally just got back from staying with my nana. think i’ll just be crashing with gemma until I can find a flat. might be a while though. i’ve applied to several places but keep getting rejected because of my credit.”
“shit,” he says. “sorry about that.”
you can tell by the way his jaw clenches that he wants to say something else on the subject, something about how this could have been prevented, but he bites his tongue. you nearly roll your eyes at this, but continue. “it’s alright, really. i’ll make it work. you, um, is it still okay with you if i keep my things at the house until i sort something out? i promise i’ll get them out as soon as i find a place. just can’t really afford storage at the moment.”
“sure, i don’t mind. not bothering me. i’ve only been back from tour for about a week myself so everything is sort of all over the place at the house anyway.”
another silence. then, he goes again.
“your nana doing alright?”
“yes, she’s doing really well. still as active as ever. and your family?”
“great. my parents are supposed to come visit in a few weeks i think.”
“good.”
another silence. you start to pick at the skin on your thumbs a little, and watch as he taps his phone, pretending to look distracted. from your side of the table you can see that only about seven minutes have passed since you sat down, but you feel like it’s been hours. a lump builds in your throat when you realize this; if anyone had told you this would be how things between the two of you would be a year ago, you would have laughed at how absurd a notion that was. you can’t believe the two of you were a couple for four years before this; you are behaving as if you’ve never met.
you swallow, take a deep breath, and then look him straight in the eyes.
“look, ross, there’s something i need to tell you.”
“i suspected,” he returns, a little too sarcastically for your liking.
you take another deep breath before deciding to brush his comment off, then say, “i…i’ve tried to think of about a million different ways to tell you this without just totally blindsiding you, but i guess that’s not really possible because i just found out myself and…and…” your eyes are starting to well up again, a couple of tears escaping and running down your face.
he starts to look alarmed now, his eyes getting wider. he adjusts his hands a little, at first looking like he’s about to extend one to you, but then remembering his place, remembering that that might no longer be appropriate, and puts them back together again. he doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps staring at you, searching your face and listening intently.
“okay, erm…i’m pregnant.”
another silence, but his face speaks volumes. obviously, he’s stunned; there is no expression, just his brown eyes still wide, his mouth a straight line. he stays quiet for about a minute, keeps his gaze right on you, eye contact not breaking. slowly, he sits up straighter in his chair, messes a little with his watch band, then takes a breath, looking out the window next to you as he does so.
“uh…” is all he can muster up. you wipe another few tears with a napkin. after you do so, he says, “okay. when did you find this out?”
“yesterday,” you say, setting the napkin back on the table now, feeling a little relief since you’ve at least spilled the beans. “got it tested through bloodwork, so it’s official.”
“okay.” he’s looking down now, continuing to mess with his watch band, not looking you in the eyes anymore. “and…okay, i’m sorry, what i’m about to say might make me sound like a massive dickhead, but you’re sure it’s mine?”
dagger straight to the heart. “oh my fucking god,” you say, starting to raise your voice a little bit, but catching yourself. “of course. do you really think i would…is that what you think of me?”
“okay, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. that was unfair.” he puts his hands up, like you’re pointing a gun at him or something. “i haven’t seen you or spoken to you since you left. it’s been, like, three months. i just had to be sure.”
you sigh. “no…it’s ok, i get it. this is…it’s just a lot for both of us.”
he scratches his nose, then puts his hands behind his neck and leans back against the chair, looking out the window again. “no, it was a stupid thing to say. i just…am shocked. and…like, you’re sure? i’m just trying to think how this could have happened.”
you can’t believe how thick he’s acting. yes, toward the end, you two had barely been having sex, and you know this comment is a petty allusion to that fact, but again, you try to keep your patience with him. “come on, ross. i know we were having issues, but…” you give him a stern look. “don’t you remember the last time? that party at george and charli’s when we both got wasted and fucked in the linen closet?”
his eyes get big again, it finally dawning on him. “oh. but…I mean you still have the iud and all that right? just because…”
“unlikely, but not impossible.”
just then, a ghastly smell from the counter hits your nose, and you feel a wave of nausea hit you again. you stand up quickly, halfway shout an “excuse me,” to ross, then run to the toilet as quickly as possible, throwing up the coffee. when you wipe your face off and rinse out your mouth with water, you look in the mirror. you look like shit, you feel like shit. you stand there and stare at yourself, furious that you’re in this situation, dreading returning to your table. but when you walk back out the door, ross is standing in the corridor, waiting on you. hands in his pockets, he looks extremely concerned.
“are you ok?”
you wipe a little sweat off your forehead, and reply, quietly, “i’ll be fine. morning sickness, i expect.”
“do you want to get out of here and go for a walk?”
“sure.”
the two of you keep your hands in your pockets as you walk side by side. you can’t help but notice how strange it feels; even toward the end you rarely walked anywhere together without his hand in yours, his thumb rubbing up and down the back. the silence between you now is a little more comfortable at least. you both know you have things you must say, but you’ve come to an understanding that, at least until you get to your destination, you can keep quiet. about twenty minutes pass before you reach a park you two would often visit when he would meet you after work and you find a bench you can sit on. when you sit down, you start to notice loads of families, many with prams. you try to imagine yourself with one, but shiver a little at the thought.
“so…um…have you decided what you’re going to do?” ross breaks the silence.
“no, i haven’t really considered all the options i suppose. still trying to let it all sink in.”
“what’s your first instinct?”
you laugh a little. “not a fucking clue. was going to see what you thought, to be honest.”
“oh, this is the thing you want my opinion on?” he retorts, and the two of you really start laughing then, a deep, refreshing chuckle you could feel in your belly. “four years with the most opinionated woman i’ve ever met who constantly reminds me she doesn’t need my thoughts, then all of a sudden a child’s in the mix and she wants me to make the decision.”
“hey,” you slap his arm, playfully. “i always take your opinion into consideration. when i ask for it.”
“oh, really? and please enlighten me, when was the last time you asked my opinion for anything? i can’t seem to recall.”
“seems like i asked you what kind of fencing we should consider for the garden when we were getting ready to start the renovation.”
“only because i was going to have to be the one to put it up.” he smiles at you sweetly as both of your laughter fades, and for a second you feel like nothing between you ever changed, that the last few months had just been a bad dream and things were how they were supposed to be. “seriously, though,” he starts again, “it’s your decision. i’ll be fine with whatever you decide. it’s your body.”
you sigh. “right now i’m thinking i’ll wait until after the first scan and then decide.”
“seems reasonable enough.”
“do you…um…do you want to come with me for that?”
“do you want me there?”
you smirk a bit. “who else would i bring along? harvey?”
he laughs again at this. “sick bastard would probably puke all over the table, make it all about himself.”
you giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “is that a yes, then?”
“of course.”
you look up at him, taking in the way he smiles, the little lines around his eyes that you love so much and how much his dimples pop out. it’s killing you how much you’ve missed this, how much you’ve missed him. you have to fight back the urge to touch him, to take his hand or kiss his cheek. “thank you. and also, sorry, i guess.”
“sorry? it’s not like i’m blameless in this situation either. you do know how making a baby works, right?”
he walks you home shortly after; still contactless, another silence settles between you two, but this one is far more comfortable. you are still scared shitless, but you still feel as though an enormous weight has been lifted off your shoulders knowing that, at least for the moment, ross is not going to abandon you completely.
as you approach the steps of gemma’s building, he says, “you still look a bit green. are you sure you’ll be alright for now?”
“yeah, i think so. this has been going on for a few days now. i’m just going to try and take it easy until i have to go back to the office tomorrow.”
“when is the scan?”
“next tuesday at 2:00.”
“i can drive us there. if you want, that is.”
“i don’t think i’d mind.” you give him a small smile.
“okay…well, see you then?” he puts his hands behind his back. you can tell he is unsure how to say goodbye to you; as long as you’ve known him he’s never left you at least without a hug. but, especially with the bizarre twist of events that today has brought on, he is unsure what is allowed, and doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.
“see you then.” you don’t reach out, you just turn from him and begin to walk up the stairs, seeing him walk away from the building when you talk. quick glance back. when you get back up to gemma’s flat, you hear your phone ding as you sit on the sofa, greeted by your cat, who nestles into you as you unlock your phone. it’s from ross:
i forgot to mention this, but if you need anything from me between now and tuesday, let me know. i’ll be around. xx
you smile at this, and cannot help but feel grateful that, even though your relationship with him is an absolute wreck, and you are uncertain what the future holds, that there is a small glimmer of a possibility that your lives will still be somehow entangled, at least for a little bit longer.
I think I’m gunna talk about it cuz it’s funny but at work I made a friend yesterday I’ve been there about 2 and a half years and this guy has been there for about 6 months , I knew him when he was a lot younger as was I, we were close in primary school.
But on work radio Guys came on and he was singing away and I was like “casual 75 fans don’t really know this song” so I went over and was like “this might be nosy or a really stupid question but how do you know this song” , and he was like “cuz I love The 1975” and we spoke about our fav route albums and songs and stuff for like 20 minutes, I showed him my tattoo and stuff , and he told me he was supposed to go to Glasgow in January but had college exams so couldn’t , I went to that show and he didn’t have the money for the Glasgow show this time round and he wants resale
But we were talking for like an hour about them and I went in my break and when I came back “frail state of mind” was on which was insane , so I ran over and was like “the boys are back on” and he went to go listen and we tried to convince another co-worker so start listening to the 75 , and then I showed him all my phone lock screens and stuff and he went through em all said which ones he liked and didn’t like.
I swear the world send people your way when your young and make you connect with them again later in life and that’s so weird to think about.
But I was wandering if anyone knows anything about re-sale for London 14th so I can tell him about it and possibly take him ??? , with me and partner and a few friends
Many mutuals be able to help
Someone wanna help me with my next chapter of my fic cuz man I be struggling !!!!????
I forgot who made this music video sorter , if anyone knows who it is please tag them 🥰
But this is my order I feel like heart out should a lil higher but it looks about right tbh
My days are loooooking up again dudes
Height difference - Dialogue
"Can you stop putting everything on the top shelves?!"
"It's not my fault you're vertically challenged." "What did you just say?"
"You do realise I'm in the best position to punch you in the guts, right?"
"You're like a kitten, small and cute." "Say that again and I'll kill you."
"You're the only one who can fit in there."
"Hey, skyscraper, you're blocking my sun."
"I'll kick your shins if you don't immediately lean down."
"I'm not sleeping in your bed, it hurts when my legs dangle over the edge, you know?"
"Why don't you like my hugs?" "Because you always almost suffocate me! Stop squishing me like a plushie and then we can talk."
List of “falling for someone you thought you’d never fall for, but here you are (you absolute fool)” prompts
“Oh, God, what?”
“I don’t even know what to say to this information.”
“…I mean, I can’t say I’m upset about this unexpected development.”
“They’re the one I want? Are you kidding me?”
“Oh, hell no.”
“For fuck’s sake—”
“This is not what I had in mind. Like. At all.”
“…I was flirting for fun.”
“So I’m just gonna sit here and contemplate the decisions I’ve made in life which have lead me to this point.”
“I think I just played myself.”
“This can not be happening right now.”
“I didn’t even want them like that—” “Well, now you do, so you’re gonna have to take responsibility for that.”
“My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”
“I mean, feelings come and go. Surely I don’t have it that bad for them.”
^ “Well…” they say, nervous laughter on the tip of their tongue. “Never mind about that.”
-:“I’ve had a really rough day and I need you to make it better” Soft Prompts-:
By @me-writes-prompts
Person A comes stumbling home into Person B, and slumps down in their arms while Person B lovingly holds them.
“Oh god, it’s been such a hard day. I missed you so much.” They say as they kiss the living heck out of their partner and drag them to their bed.
Cuddles cuddles cuddles.
“You don’t know how much I wanted to be here, wrapped up in arms.” “Shh, I’ve got you.” >>>>>>
“Can we please put on my favourite movie and snuggle up with hot chocolate?” “You don’t need to ask, love.”
When Person A comes home, they're surprised to see Person B cooking for them and they almost tear up.
Back hugs while they softly whisper in your ear and pepper you with kisses is all you could ever ask for.
“I’m sorry you had such a shitty day, what can I do to make it better?” “Sing for me, kiss me. Anything you do will make me feel better.”
Soothing messages<3333333
"Come here, let me take care of you." They say with a kiss on your forehead, nose and then finally your lips as you loose yourself in their arms.(AHHHHHH)
"Fuck, I'm so tired, baby." "Oh. We don't have to do this then." "But not tired for you, I want you right now. Please." They say as they pull their partner close and start marking their neck.