#matty being a mother hen

[abiiors]

im dyingggg to see a matty sickfic from u

Hey hey, thank you for the ask <3 and your wish has been granted ✨

Warnings - being sick? but nothing else apart from that, I don't think.

If you want a swapped version of this, go here!

Mother Hen

‘Open your mouth for me, baby,’ he coaxes

Normally this would have been met with a stupid sex joke but today your entire body feels like it’s been run over by an 18-wheeler. Twice.

‘Come on,’ he nudges your mouth with the cold tip of the thermometer and you finally obey. It feels like an anvil against your skull once it beeps.

‘Hmm, 100.4,’ he frowns, ‘not good.’

‘Absolutely miserable,’ you echo and his frown deepens. 

You haven’t stopped feeling like you’re on the verge of death for twenty-four hours now. Twenty-four hours of miserable headaches, chills and a churning stomach. But somehow, today is worse than yesterday.

‘Hey,’ he taps your cheek lightly to get you to stay awake, ‘how about we try some toast, yeah?’

‘No. No food, please,’ you practically beg. The churning of your stomach has not exactly put you in the mood to eat and he knows it. Unfortunately, he can’t just let you go for more than a day without eating solids. 

‘Some banana, then…please.’ He’s been trying everything for the past twenty minutes. From bribery to flattery to sternness, yet nothing will budge you. ‘I’ll get you some peppermint tea once you eat a bit.’ 

The thought of peppermint tea piques your interest a bit. It had managed to calm your stomach down for an hour or two yesterday so you finally give in and agree to the banana. The fever has well and truly fucked with your tastebuds. The banana tastes like mush and you have to fight to keep each bite down. The tea is fortunately a better experience. 

When he goes to run the pots back to the kitchen, you decide to get some medicine from the bathroom cabinet.

Matty walks back into the bedroom to already find you out of bed. Just as he’s about to protest this decision. you realise that standing up was—most definitely—a mistake. The room spins violently and the banana and the tea threaten to make a reappearance right on your bedroom floor. And you aren’t even sure if you’re going to make it to the bathroom in time. 

‘Matty…’ you whimper and his eyes widen as he understands what’s about to happen. 

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he ushers you to the bathroom. As soon as your knees hit the floor, your body expels everything you’ve consumed in the last twenty-four hours. 

Matty is a constant presence. He gathers your hair in one hand and strokes your back with the other. Mumbles encouraging words and tells you to take deep breaths through each wave of nausea.

When it’s finally over, you slump back against his chest and close your eyes. 

‘Do you feel any better?’ he asks once you’ve caught your breath a little. 

‘A smidge,’ you whisper. It makes you realise that your throat feels incredibly raw from all the bile and stomach acid. 

He brushes aside a few strands of hair that are stuck to your sweaty forehead. ‘Should we clean up then?’ When you nod a yes, he hooks an arm around your waist and helps you stand up. 

When he still doesn’t let go of your waist as you finish brushing your teeth, you meet his eyes in the mirror, ‘you’re fussing.’

‘Let me,’ he says without missing a beat, ‘I’m worried about you.’

You turn around to look at him and place your hands on his chest. ‘It’s only a stomach bug, love. I already feel better than before.’

‘So do you not want the princess treatment?’ he raises an eyebrow. 

‘I didn’t say that!’

‘Well then let me be the mother hen,’ he places a small kiss on your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon he spends playing with your hair and massaging your stomach to ease the cramps. It’s when he starts humming your favourite songs that your eyelids start to feel heavy. You don’t exactly know when you fall asleep but you definitely feel his fingers trace “I love you” on your shoulder. 

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #fluff fic #sickfic #sickness #matty being a mother hen

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you know how much i love sickfics 😭 and also it’s entirely plausible that girlie always gets sick when school first starts (source: bfs a teacher. also source: kids are germ factories)

anyway yes thinking of matty being very fucking sweet and caring when they’ve only newly started dating 😭 and taking care of girlie (maybe annie had the same thing a few weeks ago so he feels like an expect now lol) and even tho reader insists she’s fine, she’ll get over it with a good nights rest, he refuses to let her do it on her own (he is a proper mother hen now after all)

Oh, the love for sick fics is so real. I yearn to baby this grown man and also to be looked after by him.

Kids are such fucking germ factories, it's CRAZY. All they know how to do is be sick and perpetually sticky. So it's 100% possible you are getting SICK, especially if it's something that's been spreading through your class. 

Annie was out last week, and she's been back 2 days when you start feeling a bit rough. Matty shows up to drop Annie off and notices your red-rimmed eyes and pink nose. He sends Annie in with a kiss on the head and walks over to talk to you properly.

No one is within earshot, so Matty can talk to you the way he wants, “Hi sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You don't look like yourself”  he goes to stroke your arm, but he catches himself before he does.

You guys are together, but the school doesn't know anything yet, so he has to act normal, despite the constant urge to touch you however he can.

You pout and Matty has to fight the smile at how cute you are, “oh wow that's just what you want to hear from your new boyfriend” you tease, smiling and giggling but then launching into a chesty cough from speaking.

“Oh baby, have you got the same thing Annie had? She had the same cough and runny nose,” Matty speaks softly and has to fight the urge to scoop you into a hug. 

“I think I'm starting to, but it's Friday so I  figure I'll just quarantine myself in my flat for the weekend and I'll be fine by Monday.” You wave him off and drop your hand back to your side, but not before brushing yours and Matty’s fingers together subtly. You could see the worry in his eyes and were desperate to reassure him you were okay. 

���Well, Annie is going up to my mum's this weekend so I can come and look after you if you want?” Before Matty can even finish asking, you are shaking your head. 

Even the movement of shaking your head has you feeling dizzy and nauseous and you stumble slightly on the spot, matty of course acts like you had just thrown yourself to the floor and grabbed your arm to steady you. 

“I'm fine, really. Enjoy your weekend off” You smile softly at Matty, but he doesn't look convinced. But before he can protest further, a parent walks over, and he has to rip his hand from your arm. 

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It's Saturday night, and Matty hasn't heard from you all day. He had texted asking how you were doing and if you needed anything, but he was met with radio silence. So he took it upon himself to come over. 

He knocks on your door and hears rustling behind it, and soon a pile of blankets emerges, and Matty has to assume you are under there somewhere.

“Hello?” You croak out, and Matty almost crumbles on the spot. He walks in and shuts the door behind him before pulling you into a tight hug.

He feels you breathe him in and your growing smile against his chest, “Matty.” You whisper and burrow closer. You hadn't realised how comforting his scent was, and you already felt more at ease.

But a chesty and slightly wet cough pulls you from the hug, and Matty has to hide his grimace at how rough you sound.

“Oh darling, you sound awful. And you're burning up.” You pout as he feels your forehead, and he then places his palms on your flushed cheeks. 

“Can't be burning up, I'm freezing. And my chest feels heavy” you mumble as you snuggle back into his chest, matty rubs up and down your back - or at least he thinks it's your back. The pile of blankets makes it hard to tell.

It's then he goes into mother hen mode, “Right we need to get you out of these sweaty clothes and into the shower. The steam will help your breathing and hopefully make you feel a bit better.” Matty starts walking to your shower, and you shuffle behind him weakly protesting. 

“Ah ah ah. No excuses, baby. It's time for me to look after you. Now strip.” he reaches into your shower and flicks it on, putting some towels on your radiator to heat them up, ready for when you're done. 

You can't help but tease Matty, hoping he’ll forget about the whole sick thing and just let you sleep for the next 24 hours, “ooh kinky. Yes sir” you faux salute and wink at Matty. But any flirty behaviour was quickly wasted when you started hacking up a lung and shivering at the same time. 

“Don't you ‘yes sir’ me, just let me help you, sweet girl. Please?” his pout and soft eyes get you, and you start shedding blankets, and your shivering intensifies. 

You step into the shower and hiss at the hot water, somehow still shaking even under the scorching water. You look back at Matty, who is watching you with worried eyes.

You decide then and there to give up any dignity you had left and let yourself be looked after. 

“Get in with me?” Matty looks at you suspiciously, and you quickly clarify, “No funny business, I swear. I just want you close to me.” Your sad, quiet voice has Matty shedding his clothes quickly, getting in and pulling you back onto his chest.

You rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh at the feeling of him behind you. Matty grabs your body wash and squirts it in his hands, lathering them together before slowly working them over your body. 

It's not sensual or sexual in any way. It's just pure love and care. He moves from your underarms to your torso, slowly working his hands over your aching body. He kneads each section carefully, pulling groans from your cracked lips.

He grabs the shower head to wet your hair and massages shampoo and conditioner into it. He grins at the soft, sleepy smile that comes across your face at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your scalp.

After 15 minutes and an appropriate amount of steam later, Matty turns off the water and begins bundling you in the towels he had ready. Still, your teeth are chattering as you stand in the bathroom in a pile of 5 towels.

And Matty can't help but feel his heart shatter. He’s never seen you look so small and sad. He can see you're feeling really fucking ill, and honestly, the lack of fighting from you tells him all he needs to know. 

“Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, and I'll be right back” Matty walks you to your bed, and you flop back into the pile of blankets, fighting sleep as you settle in. Matty runs to the front door and grabs the bag he had dropped when he walked in earlier. 

He gets back to you and pulls out his shirt and jogging bottoms from his bag, he knew you'd want his clothes- so he came prepared.

You giggle and lift your arms up, ready for him to dress you. Matty pulls down your towel and averts his eyes from your chest, feeling weird for staring whilst you're so ill. 

You notice and pout, “You don't like my boobs?”

“No no, not that. I like them too much, babe. If I stare too long I'll get hard and it is definitely not the time for that” Matty taps your hips and slides up a pair of his boxers and jogging bottoms over your waist as you grin happily.

Your boyfriend still likes your boobs even when you're gross and ill, and that's good to know.

You flop back on the bed and watch Matty walk around and get into bed, patting the space next to him for you to settle into. 

“Mmm, you'll look at them another time, though?” you say softly, starting to move up the bed.

Matty nods and smiles as he watches you move groggily, sniffling as you're crawling up to him.

“Good idea bringing your clothes for me. I would've stolen yours if not” you say, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Hey this isn't my first time dealing with a sick girlfriend” Matty says, and you immediately frown and open your heavy eyes. 

“Don't wanna think about you being other people's boyfriend. You're my boyfriend,” you groan, settling into your pillows and burrowing into Matty's side. 

He laughs and swings his arm around your shoulders as your legs wind together like ivy intertwining, and you bury your nose in his chest with a happy hum. 

“Don't worry, baby, I'm just your boyfriend. No one else's.” he looks down at you and feels giddy at the soft smile on your face. 

“Mmm mine” You sigh, and Matty presses a kiss to your head as you finally drift off. 

The next day, Matty still wants to play nurse, and you let him quite happily.

#v giving me the cutest ideas as always #sick fics my beloved <3333 #me being chronically ill and needing this year round #plsssssssssss #teacher au! #moots <3 #matty healy fic

[farfromstrange]

I love reading sick!reader fics more than anything, but I just had the funniest thought and now I can’t stop thinking about it:

Matt Murdock would be ever the considerate mother hen when his partner is sick, we’ve established that, but I’ve been coughing for the past twelve hours with only five minutes in between fits and they’re so loud, even my mom in the next room just texted me if I’m “suffocating or still alive”. And you can pretty much hear it through the entire building, too.

IMAGINE poor Matt having to live with that for three days until the cold gets better or the medicine starts to take effect… I know he’d take good care of me, but I also know he’d have to resist the urge to run at the ghastly sound of the mucus coming up my throat and whatever’s left stuck in my lungs. Let alone the wheezing breath and the snot I keep blowing into the several tissues around me. Or touching me while I’m burning up like a bonfire? That man is sensitive enough already, he doesn’t need my head to give him third-degree burns.

It would either go something like this (the classic):

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up, your skin is clammy and you’re breathing funny. Did you take any medicine for that cough? Do you need me to get you something for your sore throat? How about a shower, a bath, some soup? Well, even though you don’t want it, I still got you all of that. And now I’m getting undressed and will cuddle you until you can finally fall asleep again. No buts.”

Or he’d completely lose his mind:

“Sweetheart, baby, love of my life, I worship the ground you walk on and I’d do anything for you, but I can’t possibly be next to you when you’re coughing like that. It’s like you’re screaming into my ear. But I’m gonna stay here anyway because your lungs sound funny, you’re hot and your nose is bleeding, I need to make sure you make it through the night. Let me get you some Tylenol and then I’ll just… sit here and wait until you’re asleep. While you quite literally sound like you’re dying. A broken record in my ear. Yup, no worries at all. I’ll just… sit it out. This is not about me.”

And every time I’d cough, he’d shoot up, check if I’m still alive and then he’d put some headphones on to ignore the sound of my body quite literally ejecting whatever virus it’s got. It sounds nasty even to me, so I can’t possibly imagine what it would be like to someone who can hear the Subway moving underneath his apartment, or a woman screaming all the way across the city.

I know he’d love me and take the best care of me even though he’s suffering, but that would be torture on his senses, let alone his worry radar. He’d be so on edge, he wouldn’t even get any rest, but he’d never leave me. He would try to tune it out, but as someone with covid lungs (even though she’s fully vaccinated and had it two times) tuning out the sound of my soul leaving my body is pretty impossible, let alone the sniffling because I can’t stand using tissues anymore at this point because everything’s raw.

So, I love sick fics and they offer me great comfort, but it is impossible for me to stop thinking about this now and I somehow find that funnier than I should. That’s probably the fever talking or whatever.

Poor Matty… He’d go absolutely insane, and he’d be more than relieved when the cough is over and I’m on my feet again.

And if he’s sick? Boy, you need to tie him down and knock him out. He hates being sick and whatever comes with it. The way it feels, sounds and turns his senses into mush. He’s delirious when he has a fever and he acts like a reckless child. You need to sedate him or he’ll actually crawl up the walls (like a cat).

So yeah, that’s that.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #sickfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x you #random thought #matt murdock headcanon #lizzi talks

[magxit]

The boat girl is Patricia, their stylist and mother hen.

Whoa, he’s getting papped now?!? Or fans submitted a pap-like pic? I have never seen Matty being caught in pictures like that. It’s usually he’s getting pictures with fans or while hanging out with them.

His profile is indeed on the rise 😅

He was spotted by a fan in the middle of the water with George and Patricia. He wasn’t papped.

[saintmurd0ck]

I'd ship you with Matty. You two seem like you'd match in wavelength, understand each other. And he'll make you laugh and be God's designated mother hen every time you forget to take care of yourself (which is what I always base my ships on, if they can make the other laugh) 💙

this was the sweetest thing to wake up to 🥺 WOW i actually just cannot, thank you for being so sweet 💛💖 i can see this perfectly, thank you for taking the time to say this omg i’m a mess

#rhi responds 💌 #SCREAMING!!!!!!

[pastafossa]

affection with our boy matty? (hi this is nerdlordparade's main owo)

YOU GOT IT! 🥰

Headcanon prompt list can be found here!

34 - “Affection” with Matt Murdock

You’d known walking into this that Matt Murdock was affectionate, but you weren’t prepared for all the myriad of ways it manifests.

Touch is something you’d expected at least—he’s starved for touch, be it platonic or romantic—so you aren’t surprised at just how often he seeks it out: quick kisses goodbye, nuzzling against the back of your neck and winding his arms around your waist as you stand at the kitchen counter, the way his thumb rubs against you when he takes your arm to let you ‘guide’ him in public. He’s not shy about PDA, though he never steps over the line into too much. He’s always more at peace when he can touch you.

But its more than that, because Matt’s love language, you quickly discover, isn’t just touch.

Matt fervently, eagerly leaps into service whenever possible. He loves to do things for you, with you. He loves to take you places he thinks you might enjoy, or pick up something you need from the store just because you offhandedly mentioned it. He loves to make you coffee in the morning, timing it just right so that when you stir awake it’s at the perfect temperature. When he’s injured, you have to chase him away from doing the dishes or cleaning up with you, and god forbid you’re injured or sick, because then he transitions into full mother hen mode and you won’t lift so much as a finger if he can help it. He throws himself into this not because he expects praise or accolades, but simply because he genuinely wants to and it makes him happy to know he could do something for you, to the point you have to be cautious and discuss limits some days, because Matt will absolutely sacrifice his own well-being in service to yours.

On the flip side, this means that any time you can finally manage to take care of him—especially when combined with touch—he melts like nothing else. He’s not used to being cared for, or used to thinking of his own needs, and so his brain just about short-circuits when you manage to drag him into stillness long enough to do something for him, to touch him. Bringing him dinner at the office, giving him a massage after a hard night, labeling something in braille, helping ice his aching wounds, aftercare after sex: it all leaves him feeling so warm and loved that he isn’t quite sure what to do with the feeling. All he knows is that he’s happier in those moments than he’s ever been, and he tries to return the favor at every opportunity.

#Matt Murdock x Reader #Daredevil x Reader #Daredevil #Fanfic #Headcanon prompt #Love Languages #Affection #Matt Murdock would do EVERYTHING for you if you let him #Acts of Service #100% #alongside touch #and he doesn't know what to do when it comes back for him #but he loves it #do something nice for him #tell him he's good #and he's a puddle #so praise kink too

[pastrnaks-sainz]

I Like You

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: Drinking, swearing 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: It was Friday night. You deserved a night out with your friends. Being at the same bar as some of your favorite hockey players would have ordinarily freaked you out, but you weren’t letting anything get in the way of your Friday night. Matty’s teammates saw him eyeing you all night. Finally fed up with their chirping, he walked over to you with a plan. 

Request: 70 and 63 from the fluffy list with Matty Tkachuk if that's okay (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #70: “If you laugh at something I said then write a fake number on my arm I win twenty bucks from each of them. Help a guy out?” 

A/N: I only used 70 because I thought that made the story flow better 

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“Shut up, everyone shut up,” Marcie said, her cheeks tinged pink with the liquor coursing through her system. “Everyone raise a glass to Y/N in congratulations to surviving Professor Reed’s class.” 

“I hate you,” you giggled, but clinked your shot glass against your friends nonetheless. You made a face as the liquor burned on its way down your throat. “This is why I never drink.” 

“It’s not obvious,” Alex winked, nudging you. “You handle your booze pretty well.” 

“So well that that group of guys over there have been eyeing you up all night,” Marcie whispered, leaning over. You glanced over your shoulder to see a group of guys talking and laughing. You recognized them immediately. Especially the one who looked away the second you made eye contact. 

“You two don’t know who they are, do you?” you asked, turning back to your friends. Alex and Marcie exchanged looks and shook their heads. “They’re Flames players. Jacob Markstrom, Sam Bennett, Elias Lindholm, and Matthew Tkachuk.” 

“Matthew Tkachuk?” Marcie asked, her voice raising. You quickly shushed her. “Is this the same Matthew Tkachuk that you are literally in love with?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed. 

“I am shocked you aren't, like, passed out on the floor right now,” Alex snickered. You tossed her a lethal glare. “Alright, message received loud and clear. Don’t even attempt to get Y/N with the hot hockey player she’s been crushing on forever.” 

“Why do I even try with you guys,” you groaned, signaling the bartender for another shot. 

“Because you love us.” 

“How many times are you gonna glance over there before we leave?” Jacob asked, a sly smirk on his face as he sipped at his drink. 

“Huh?” Matthew asked, snapping his attention back to his teammates. 

“You’ve looked over at that girl at least ninety times since she and her friends came in,” Elias said, tapping his fingers against the side of his glass. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve got a little crush.” 

Matty didn’t say anything. Sam let out a low whistle. 

“If you go get her number I’ll give you twenty bucks,” he bet. 

“I’m in,” Elias said quickly. 

“Same here,” Jacob raised his glass. 

Matty looked around at his teammates before downing the rest of his drink and standing up from the table. 

“Y/N don’t look now,” Alex bumped your arm. “But your boy is on his way over.” 

You completely disregarded her warning and glanced over your shoulder. Sure enough, Matthew was walking over, looking exactly how you’d imagined he’d look. Alex and Marcie took their leave, saying something about needing to go to the bathroom. 

“Hi,” Matthew said awkwardly as he leaned against the bar. You looked calm on the outside as you greeted him but you were internally screaming. 

“Hey,” you responded, smiling up at him. 

“So this is gonna sound a little crazy but,” Matty cut himself off with a laugh. “My teammates back there bet me that I wouldn’t come talk to you and, well, if you laugh at something I said then write a fake number on my arm I win twenty bucks from each of them. Help a guy out?” 

You laughed wholeheartedly. Matty found himself smiling as he watched your face light up. 

“How about this,” you said as you reached behind the bar for a pen. “Since I find you both funny and cute, I give you my real number and we go out on a date sometime.” 

“That sounds like a plan,” Matty agreed. Goosebumps erupted over his arm from the spot where you fingers grabbed his wrist to hold his arm steady and where your hand rested against him to write your number down in neat writing. He swallowed thickly as you looked back up at him. 

“See you soon,” you winked at him as you took a sip of your drink. Matty walked back over to the table, still reeling from the feeling of having your hands on his arm. 

“Well how’d it go?” Elias teased when Matty sat back down. 

“Twenty bucks, cough it up,” he grinned, holding out his arm. 

The next morning saw you waking up with an absolute monster of a hangover. Marcie had dragged you into your apartment last night leaving you with a glass of water and extra strength Tylenol for your head. You were beyond grateful for your mother hen of a friend as you downed the medicine. It was quiet for a few moments before your phone buzzed. You blindly reached for it. 

A text from an unknown number lit up the screen. 

‘Good morning, it’s Matthew Tkachuk, the guy from the bar you gave your number to last night. I hope you’re having a good morning.’ 

Your heart leapt. 

You had never once received a good morning text and now some guy you talked to for five minutes last night was sending you one. You instantly texted him back, not caring for the bullshit guidelines Alex had given you for texting guys. 

‘Aside from a hangover the size of Vasilevski I’m doing alright’ 

‘Cute and a hockey fan, I knew I liked you for a reason ;)’ 

‘And hey, I’ve got a great hangover cure. Pulled my ass out of the fire more times than I can count. Think you can drive or do you want me to come to you?’ 

You debated with yourself for what seemed like forever. You barely knew this guy and you weren’t in the habit of actively trying to get yourself murdered. But there was something about him that made you trust him. You had no idea what it was, but it was there and it was enough for you to give him your address. 

‘If I drive I might make international news. I’m in the Levitt Building, apartment 567′

‘I’ll be there soon. Can’t wait to see you again’

Your heart leapt again. 

Five minutes later, you were buzzing Matthew through the security point in the lobby. 

“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a one armed hug, the other being loaded down with two shopping bags. “How’s the head?” 

“Its been better,” you smiled, wrapping your arms tightly around himself as he set the bags down on the counter in the kitchen. “I’ve been dying to know what this miracle hangover cure is.” 

“Simple,” Matty smiled, reaching into the bags. “Ice cream, movies, and cuddles. I’ll be your source of cuddles.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed instantly and sat down on the couch. Matty set the ice cream down on the table and turned on the TV. He flipped over to Netflix and selected a movie. “How’d you know that one is my favorite?” 

“Is it?” he looked down at you in surprise as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “Guess we’re just made for each other.” 

“Mm,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm fell from the back of the couch to rest against your body. You smiled, slowly feeling your headache start to melt away with his warmth. 

#Matthew Tkachuk #x reader #nhl x reader #matthew tkachuk x reader #fluff #matthew tkachuk fluff #nhl fluff #hockey x reader #hockey fluff #imagine #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #one shot #matthew tkachuk one shot #nhl one shot #hockey oneshot #fanfiction #matthew tkachuk fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #Hockey Fanfiction

[rallyrecce]

Rally Sweden 2022 A-Z - Part 2

N

Neuville – the Belgian boy claimed victory here with Hyundai back in 2018.

"I'm a little teapot short and stout..."

O

Oliver Solberg – fresh from his win for Norway, with his papa Petter, in the Race of Champions, Swedish Solberg will be hoping for a better outcome than in Monte Carlo, where he was plagued by fumes entering the cabin of the car. His stage end interviews confirmed that it definitely wasn’t laughing gas being pumped into the car! He was a Super Trooper to carry on as long as he did.

P

Plug-In Charger – new hybrid technology means that the cars need to be plugged back into the mains once they return to service for the night, like some old iPhone.

Puma – M-Sport’s new offering topped the tables in Monte Carlo and looked damn fine doing it (that livery though, oof). Toyota and Hyundai’s ugly sisters showed great speed and proved that we’re going to witness a good fight for that glass slipper/WRC crown.

A wild Puma in the snow.

Q

Queen Silvia – Mother of Prince Carl Philip, Duke of Värmland, who has been a regular around the service park for many years. Despite the move up north, this year will be no different and the handsome prince will be in attendance at the royal ball, or inauguration as it’s actually known.

The Prince and the King.

Quick - despite the wintry conditions the drivers still put on a high speed show.

R

Räksmörgås– Swedish open sandwiches.

Roads – the drivers will take on lots of long straights with Finlandesque sweeping corners and crests.

Red Barn Arena – Friday and Saturday’s stages will finish with the fan friendly Umeå sprint which ends in the Red Barn Arena. Bring moonshine and your sister/wife for the barn dance, yeehaw.

S

Stig Blomqvist - this old school homeboy has kicked ass here more than anyone else, with 7 wins over the whole history of the rally (5 of those when it was a WRC event) and to keep it super Swedish 5 of these wins were behind the wheel of a Saab.

Skogstokig – translates as ‘forest crazy’ and is the equivalent of ‘mad as a hatter’. I think this can be applied to the Swedish spectators and a lot of the drivers.

Even Santa comes out to cheer on the teams.

Surströmming – that Swedish delicacy of fermented sour Baltic herring, sounds delicious. Stick some in the back of the cars, it will serve as both a motivational tool to get them to the end of the stage quicker and a tasty picnic snack if they end up in a snowbank.

T

Tyres - Super skinny studs are the order of the day, anything else would leave you flailing around like a lycra clad, Z-list celebrity on their first day on ‘Dancing on Ice’.

Weird looking hedgehog.

U

Utfart - We hope nobody crashes and has to utfart - Swedish for exit.

Umeå – the new home of the WRC’s only winter rally, based in Värmland since 1973, it has moved north to this European city of culture.

V

Vikings - they don't seem to be into all that violence and pillaging anymore and often come out to support their countrymen.

Vasterbotten – the host county of the rally. Has its own cheese. Tastes like salty, bitter Parmesan apparently. Remind me to stick some of that on my räksmörgås with a bit of surströmming. Delicious.

W

Windscreen – you would think that this is a necessity for driving in the snowy conditions – not for Oliver Solberg’s favourite fun uncle, Henning. Back in 2006, the wild man got his co-driver to kick out the windscreen completely following a fight with a snow bank. Made for excellent air conditioning and a stage end interview looking like a snowman.

"Yeah I get a really good view now and it's a weight saver."

X

Xsara – back in 2004, it was little Sebastien Loeb who piloted his Xsara to victory, becoming the first Frenchman, and non-Scandinavian in the history of Rally Sweden, to climb on to the top step of the podium.

"No officer, I am normally a very slow and careful driver"

Y

Youngest – and it was in 2008 when Jari-Matti Latvala took the top spot and with it the record for the youngest ever winner of a WRC event. This was subsequently snatched away from him in 2021 by young whippersnapper, Kalle Rovanpera. Don’t be surprised if he loses it to little Tim Kaiser-Ogier in the next year or two.

Z

Zara Larsson, Zlatan Ibrahimović– Swedish people who do songs and kick balls around etc. If you have better Z entry, let me know.

#wrc 2022 #wrc #m-sport #rally #sebastien loeb #world rally championship #toyota gazoo racing #hyundaii20 #thierry neuville

[mandelene]

Drabble request: Alfred being protective of Mattie?

I hope this is okay! 💕

The Helicopter Brother Word Count: 844

Just hurry to the door and don't let anyone see you. Don't run—you'll look suspicious. But don't walk too leisurely either. Brisk walking. Almost there. Don't make any sudden noises...

"Hey, bruh, where are you going?" 

Darn it. Where did Alfred come from? Matthew could have sworn he heard him making himself a bowl of cereal two minutes ago, so why is he suddenly in the foyer? Ugh. Act natural. 

"Oh, hey...I’m just going for a jog in the park while it's still early, so it's not as crowded...Nothing crazy." 

"You were sick all of last week. You sure you're up for a workout?" 

"Yeah, I'll be careful." 

Alfred raises both of his brows at him and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his baggy gray sweatpants, unimpressed. "Did you get the OK from Dad?" 

"I asked him last night. He said it's fine."

Honestly, sometimes Alfred can be worse than Dad. They're both mother hens, and more than once, Matthew has found himself on the receiving end of Alfred's keen ability to manipulate people into doing what he wants. 

"Okay, so if I text him right now, he'll say it's okay for you to go jogging?" 

"Yes, Al. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna get going." 

His brother still doesn't seem totally convinced. He narrows his eyes at him, looks him up and down, and frowns. "How about I go with you, then? Just to make sure you'll be okay."

"Al, seriously, I'm going to be fine and I don't want to wait any longer because --" 

"Cool, I'll be ready in five minutes. Don't go anywhere without me," Alfred absently declares before sprinting upstairs to grab a sweatshirt and his sneakers. 

Great. He doesn’t even have a choice in the matter, does he? 

Matthew can hear some banging in the distance and loud footfalls. It sounds like Alfred stubs his toe on his dresser at one point and curses. 

Then, finally, his brother hops down the steps once more and gives Matthew a hard and thunderous clap on the back. It makes him flinch. 

"Let's go, dude. You've got your inhaler with you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Lit." 

Alfred swings the front door open and locks it once they've crossed the threshold. They start jogging, and out of the corner of his eye, Matthew sees Alfred quickly and discreetly type something into his iPhone before shoving it back into his pocket. 

Matthew is willing to bet fifty dollars that he just sent a text to Dad to let him know where they're going. Why does everyone hover over him like this? He knows his limits and can watch over himself. Since when does he need a chaperone to go to the park? Surely, his family has other things to concern themselves with. He doesn't want them to be fretting over him. 

Two minutes later, Alfred's phone vibrates, and he sneaks a peek at the screen before turning to Matthew and asking, "Hey, did you take your Advair this morning?" 

"You can tell Dad I said yes," Matthew huffs, and Alfred lets loose a nervous chuckle upon being caught. 

"Don't be annoyed. We're just worried about you. You know how sick you get sometimes..." 

"I'm not so weak that I can't handle things." 

"I know you're not weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know. It's just...It's hard not to worry, is all," Alfred mumbles. He slows to a walk before tossing an arm around Matthew’s shoulders and embracing him. "You know I love ya, and I don't want you getting hurt. Can't let you outta my sights for too long or who knows what might happen." 

Matthew rolls his eyes but also can't help feeling a little touched. Alfred thinks he’s strong? "You weren't always this overprotective." 

"Yeah, I was. Remember when I beat up that kid who was bullying you in the seventh grade?" 

Yes, he remembers. The bully had a black eye for two weeks, and Alfred was suspended. Dad and Papa gave them a lecture on how "violence is never the answer," but Matthew doesn't think Alfred took any of it to heart or regretted his actions for a single second.

"Brothers gotta look out for one another. I know you'd do the same for me," Alfred adds with a toothy, cheesy smile. "Look, I know you can take care of yourself, Mattie. You know what to do if you don't feel well. Hell, you know way more than I do, but that's not gonna stop me wanting to be there for you if you need me." 

"Thanks, Al. It means a lot to me...Although, you can still be a pain in the ass at times." 

Alfred gasps and exaggeratedly brings a hand to his chest in mock offense. "You better not have said what I thought you just said! Come here!" 

Matthew takes off at a sprint and laughs, "You heard me!" 

"HEY! Dad said you can only do a gentle jog! Don't make me text him again! MATTIE! A GENTLE JOG...! Oh my God, Dad’s gonna kill me..." 

#hetalia #aph america #aph canada #hws america #hws canada #drabbles #overprotective alfred

[irwinkitten]

men of mayhem | a.i

notes: so the majority of this is written already. but i probably won’t post the next part too soon. however, this is a sons of anarchy!au and i’ve been so excited about. you do NOT need to have watched the show to know what’s going on, but if you have seen the show, you may spot some familiar names and places. to give you a rough timeline, the oc (Michelle) and Ashton are born in 1978 and this part has various stages. She attends university in 1996 and the ending is taking place in the summer of 1998. We don’t see all of the guys in this part, but they will be making more appearances as the story goes on! A big thank you to @sexgodashton​ for going over this with a fine tooth comb and to @spicycal​ and @softbabiestan​ for being my cheerleaders. Love you guys.  warnings: mentions of violence, hints of smut, mentions of guns word count: 5.7k

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               When Michelle Morgan left the small town of Charming at the age of eighteen to pursue her dream career, she knew she was leaving behind more than her parents and baby brother, Matty. She was leaving behind a group who she’d grown up with. Many said that her childhood sweetheart would leave her in the dust, break her heart whilst she was in the big city, studying her chosen profession. But those many knew nothing about her hometown life.

Growing up with the Irwin’s had been something of a blessing for her. The Morgan’s took it as the sign that it was, because nobody in Charming messed with the Irwin’s. Although her father had never joined SAMCRO—the known biker gang who ran many things off the books as well as their mechanics business—he fully supported them, helping out with transport when they needed it. 

Her friendship with Ashton—the only son of Anne-Marie and Bert Irwin—only formed because she’d been cornered by the playground bullies at the age of five, and her vicious kicks to their shins followed by Ashton pulling them away from her had the two kids as thick as thieves since.

They’d been childhood sweethearts from the get go, and with the rest of SAMCRO being an influence in her life, her father knew that she was going to be involved somehow. Her mother  first mentioned being Ashton’s “Old Lady” when they were sixteen—celebrating her sixteenth birthday no less—causing both teens to blush furiously at her words. The other club members had laughed, and despite her bright red face, she scoffed.

“Don’t like the idea of that, lil’ lady?” Bert teased her, the nickname filled with nothing but the affection that he and Anne both had for Michelle.

“Someone is gonna have to pull your sorry asses outta the fire when your plans go to shit. That’s gonna be me. I’m gonna study and get into those bigshot firms. And I’m gonna come back and keep the lotta you out of trouble.” She missed Ashton’s look of awe, but the other club members hadn’t. 

But her words had hit home for them, and so they toasted her luck on her sixteenth birthday.

That night, when the two were hidden away in their den—despite what their parents assumed when Ashton pulled her away—they were lay on the various throws and pillows that lived on the floor, cuddled up as he played with her fingers, gently bringing her knuckles up to his lips.

“Did you mean that Micha? You really gonna go away for however long it takes to be a big shot lawyer?” When it was just the two of them, he never hid from her. The fear was laid out for her to see.

“It’s gonna be seven years of school at least. Maybe a couple more to work with the big firms and get cases under my belt.” 

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence for them never had been since he’d confessed that he loved her when they were fourteen and had loved her since they were six. 

“Ten years is a long time, sweetheart.” She turned in his arms to face him, her eyes searching his face. She could see the fear sitting there, plain as day for her. 

“It is. But I’m not letting you go, Irwin. We’ve got ten years of love on our side, with another two before I’d have to go to University. Surely we can make it through another ten? I know your dad won’t put you on any of the runs, not till you turn twenty one. Which means we got four years of unfiltered time for you coming to visit, right?” 

“Of course.” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers softly. “Reckon you’ll let me into your pants before you leave?” And she giggled, his own face lighting up in joy.

“Reckon you can wait till I’ve gotta leave. I know you’re not gonna complain when my lips can be put to better use for the next two years.” He rolled over with a playful growl, pinning her down which earned a small giggle as he playfully nipped at her neck. 

“I reckon I can do that. But, I’ve gotta treat my birthday girl tonight.” His lips met hers and she didn’t argue. 

When she was accepted into University, the club had celebrated with her, watching in anticipation for her acceptance. She’d studied so hard for her entrance exams and had already imparted some knowledge to Bert to keep him out of trouble.

Her first year had been daunting. Ashton visited her once a month at most thanks to the cost of gas, but it was enough for them.

That was when people began to tell her that they’d never last. 

Men in her class would tell her that she’d be better off with them, but Michelle held her own. They didn’t like that. They tried to get vicious with her in the mock court sessions and various debates, but she had a secret weapon.

She’d grown up with SAMCRO, and in the words of Chibs, “she’s got balls of diamond that one”. Ashton had laughed at his words, and she’d thrown the drinks mat at his face, making the other club members laugh.

When she’d come home for the holidays, Bert had heard enough from Ashton to track her down and ask her if she wanted a second layer of protection. 

“I can’t give you Ashton, I need him here unfortunately. Him and Hood get into enough trouble.” This made her grin. 

“Throw in Hemmings and Clifford, and that’s going to be a disaster when they start doing runs.” Bert had snorted at her words.

“Either it’ll be crazy enough that it’ll work or a disaster.” He muttered before pulling the two of them back on track. “Instead of Ash, I figured it was about time that Chibs and I taught you how to shoot a gun, don’t you think?” 

“I know how to shoot a gun,” came back the retort, and Bert smiled.

“Ah, but from a moving vehicle? And what about awareness of your surroundings, lil’ lady?” Michelle paused before reluctantly shaking her head at his questions.

“I guess not.” She finally muttered and he grinned.

“Chibs and I will start you tomorrow. Ash can come as well. Maybe get him to rope Hood, Hemmings and Clifford into it. The four of them are gonna be a force to reckon with when he takes over.” 

“Oh no bet on that one. Cal will be his VP. You need to make sure that Bobby doesn’t murder them when they prank him because you know he’s gonna be their easy target.” 

The two of them made their way back into the Irwin household. Michelle laughed as her little brother rushed to greet her. It had definitely been strange being away from Matty for so long.“You’re not wrong. C’mon lil’ lady. You’ve been missed by a lot of people.” 

He’d guided her into the main dining and sitting room to find nearly all of the club there along with what was considered the next generation of club members. All of the younger members kept away from the free flowing alcohol, knowing that the following day was going to be daunting as it was. Michelle was happy enough to stay sober to talk to her parents and sit with Matty on her lap, listening to him going on about all the things he’d done in the months that she’d been away. 

Ashton barely left her side. 

The following morning felt like it was straight out of the movies. But she knew that this was the reality for the club members who did the various runs. 

Unsurprisingly, Ashton helped both Bert and Chibs. Michelle hadn’t expected anything less from her boyfriend, but even then, it still stunned her the trust that he had in her not to hit him with a bullet when it came to being aware of club members versus rivals. 

“Am I gonna really need to know this kinda stuff?” The complaint had been good natured, but the elder Irwin understood her hesitation. He hadn’t risen to her complaint, making her go through their course again. It was late afternoon before Chibs finally called to a halt, and they began to pack down, making sure nothing was left behind.

Once they were ready to go, Bert motioned for the other two to head off. Ashton scowled for a moment before his dad sighed.

“I just need to talk with your girl. I’ve got intel on her uni, and you need to go meet with Hood. the Harris’ have payments due.” With a quick kiss to his girlfriend, Ashton handed Michelle her helmet and then he was gone with Chibs.

“C’mon lil’ lady.” She didn’t hesitate to climb on the back of Bert’s bike. It was a level of freedom that she understood and part of her wanted her own to travel back to uni with, to show those men who thought she was easy that no one messed with her. 

The drive wasn’t too far out of Charming. It was mostly desert, but there was a little spot that gave a nice view of the town.

When the bike was parked up, Michelle was off first, heading to a small bench that had been left there by a previous resident.

“Ashton’s gonna be Club Prez one day. You and I both know this.” Michelle did know this. Both her and Ashton had known since they were kids. Ashton had always so desperately wanted to follow in his dad’s footsteps.

“What time frame?” She finally asked, turning her head to the man who had turned into a second father for her.

“Maybe by the time he’s twenty five. I’ve been CP for nearly forty years, and it’s time to retire for me.” This shocked Michelle, her eyes going wide. 

“But, Ash thought he wouldn’t be Prez til he was in his late thirties at least?” The surprise that coloured Michelle’s tone made Bert laugh as he threw his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her gently as he kissed her temple. 

“I’m glad that you both have faith in this old man. But unlike the others, I wanna be able to spoil my grandchildren when they come. I’m surprised that my boy hasn’t made an honest woman outta you.” 

Michelle blushed, making him laugh. “Shove off old man.” She groaned, pushing away from him, making him laugh even more.

“I just wanna know, what’s gonna happen. That’s all.” He raised his hands in surrender, and she sighed.

“We talked about it before I left in September. I want to finish school. He knows I’m already planning to spend maybe a couple of years in the big city in a firm so I have a few cases under my belt. He also knows that I want him. I never really wanted anyone else.” 

“And I know that, lil’ lady. That’s why I want to help you protect yourself. When Ashton becomes Club Prez, you know we’ve got problems that he’ll inherit. The second they find out you’re a lawyer? That’s a pretty lookin’ red target painted on your forehead.” 

Michelle nodded. “That’s why you had me take out the opposition vs our own.” 

Bert nodded. “I don’t anticipate you being part of the club like that. But if you get into a situation, I’ll be relieved to know that one of my girls can get away safely. You know we’d be devastated if we lost you, Anne-Marie especially.” Michelle felt her heart swell for this man and his wife. 

Her parents were good to her, and she knew that. And so were the Irwin’s. But knowing that they valued her like a daughter already made her appreciate just what she had in her life.

“At least by the time I’m finished with school, I’ll be there to haul his ass out of the fire coals.” Her murmured words made Bert laugh before patting her knee.

“And he’d be lucky to have you hauling his ass from the fires. C’mon lil’ lady. Let's get back before he goes off at me. I know you’re only here for a few more weeks, and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.” 

When the two of them returned, Ashton didn’t hesitate to almost drag Michelle out to the den that they’d built as teenagers, making Bert laugh at her exasperated eye roll. But once the two of them were secluded away from the world, she happily nestled against him, their clothes long gone as she traced his tattoos.

“What was dad after?” His fingers ran up and down her spine, her body melting against him as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“Told me why he was doing that today, why he wanted me to know how to at least fight back.” She murmured and his lips pressed against the top of her head.

“And why would that be, sweetheart?” Her head tilted up so that her chin could rest on his chest, her eyes catching his. 

“You’re gonna be Prez eventually, Ash. Everyone and their mother know about us. He’s worried that when you take over, you’ll be inheriting problems he’s been dealing with for years. Just being associated with you paints a target on my back. When they find out that we’re together? That target moves to my forehead.” There was no way to paint it nicely, but Ashton understood, even if there was crease between his brows at her words.

“Hopefully being in the big city takes it away, you’re out of town for too long.” She smiled sadly at him before letting the subject drop. 

“He also asked why you haven’t made an honest woman out of me. I think he forgets we’re only eighteen, and I’ve barely been away for six months.” Ashton laughed, and the mood changed drastically as she shifted, straddling his hips. 

“Trust me sweetheart, when I’ve saved up, I’ll be making an honest woman outta you. Those big shots can get fucked when they see a nice, shiny diamond on your finger.” 

“Oh there better be a shiny diamond eventually, Irwin.” He laughed as she leaned down to kiss him. 

Time passed by for them. Whilst he was saving up the money he earned from helping the club and working with Bobby in the garage, Michelle worked her ass off. 

Despite repeatedly telling men that she was taken, none really believed it. However, when she landed a few punches after one of them got too handsy with her, they quickly realised that it didn’t matter what they believed.

She could fight back, and she could put them down quicker than they’d ever be able to step away from. 

When Ashton had found out, he’d taken a month away, despite Bert half-heartedly arguing, he realised that if anything, it would keep her safer if they saw what kind of boyfriend she had.

She was surprised when he turned up after her lecture to pick her up. The roar of the bike engine was so familiar that it sounded out of place in the big city.

Michelle had been chatting with Jennifer, as they’d left, deliberately ignoring the few guys that seemed to invite themselves along. When Jen had spotted her ride, she hesitated, unwilling to leave Michelle with the guys from their course, circling around her like vultures.

“I can see if Jack could drop you off, save you from these creeps?” They shared a giggle.

 “Thanks but I need to head to the bar. Old Jerry wants me to stop by soon to try his new cocktails...” The roar of the engine made her pause, her eyes immediately searching out the sound.

“Chelle?” Jen had prodded her to get her attention, but once Michelle spotted the bike, her face lit up in undisguised glee.

“I don’t need to worry about getting a ride, mine just arrived.” The guys that had been lingering, scoffed. 

“Really Morgan? You’re going after a lowlife, probably with no stable job and an arrest record?” She wasn’t sure of his name, Mike or Marc, but his words triggered her anger. As the bike pulled up, she spun around, ready to punch him before remembering where she was.

“If I wasn’t so determined to become a lawyer, I’d have decked you with no hesitation. However, that apparent lowlife has been my best friend since we were kids. Add in the fact he’s literally the love of my life, and you get the picture. No arrest record, his dad runs and owns a garage that he’s set to inherit one day and not to mention, I like my men a little rough around the edges. How about you go fuck the blow up doll your buddies got you for Christmas and get off my fucking ass.” She snapped and she watched as he glanced behind her.

“He gonna come in and save you then?” This time, she smirked.

“When you run around with men that look like they could kill you, you get taught how to defend yourself from creepy assholes. Try it and see where this will get you. Not to mention that I’m a scholarship student. Why would I jeopardize this chance for a career?” Her voice had turned innocent, sweet. But the dare was laid for all to hear.

“You’re an ugly bitch anyway.” He finally muttered before turning on his heel and leaving. She shared a look with Jen before they both started laughing. Michelle hugged her friend goodbye before running to where Ashton was standing, leaning against his bike. 

The hindrance of her skirt meant that he could only pick her up and swing her around, but she was finally in the safest place.

“It’s been a minute.” She finally breathed when their lips pulled away, his smile only having grown wider.

“I know, but there are reasons. However, you’ve got me for a good chunk of time, doll.” This made her light up in excitement.

“How much time?” His smile was impossibly wide at this point as he dipped his head to kiss her once more.

“At least a month.” His voice was low, setting the fire off in her belly, but even that couldn’t squelch the joy that surged through her as she kissed him.

“Lets head back to mine then, handsome. I’ve got some new things for you to enjoy.” He had to swallow his reply as she got herself sat on the bike, a laugh escaping at the put-out look on her face.

“Sorry doll, but it looks so strange to see you dressed like that on my bike.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I haven’t got much of a choice. Dumb dress codes.” Ashton ignored her dar mutter as he placed her helmet on for her before climbing on and kicking the bike into life.

She’d missed the feeling of the bike underneath her. The way the engine rumbled was a reassurance, something that had come with years of riding around with Ashton and being taught to ride by Bert. It was a level of freedom that she never felt in the city, so enclosed and overrun with either pedestrians or cas. Bikes were around, but not ones like these, they were more what Bobby would call flashy toys, built for speed but would never survive one of the runs they did. 

When Ashton pulled up to Michelle’s place, there were nosey neighbours who peered from their windows to see what the noise was about. She outright ignored them as she took Ashton’s hand and led him up the stone steps to the house she was renting, the door barely closed before he had her pressed against the wall with his lips on hers.

 This was another thing she missed as she sighed into the kiss, the soft moan escaping as hands pushed up her skirt, and he began to tease.

“Do you think you’ll get complaints about any noise?” He murmured as his lips moved to her neck and she moaned at the sensations.

“Don’t care.” 

She didn’t hold back and neither did he.

When they were nestled up in her bed, having gotten their welcome home out of their systems, Michelle was dozing off against his chest when he leaned over to the floor, rummaging through his jacket pockets.

“What are you doing? I had a comfy pillow.” She muttered indignantly. He chuckled.

“I had a whole thing planned out, but being with you like this? Honestly it's the best moment I think.” 

This had her confused as he resumed his previous position but this time, she tilted her head so that it was resting on his chest, staring at him.

“And what moment would that be, Irwin?” He gave her the softest smile, one which she knew was reserved just for her.

“The moment to tell you that I’ve loved you for nearly my entire life, and I don’t want a life without you in it. Michelle Morgan, will you marry me?” he had the ring in his hands, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as she sat up, staring at him in shock.

“Ashton, this better not be a joke.” The tears threatened to fall and there was the soft smile again as he leaned forward to kiss her.

“I would never joke about this. You’re too important to me, Micha.” 

The first tear fell as she moved her trembling left hand, offering it to Ashton.

“Yes. Yes I will marry you.” The joy on his face in that moment sealed it for Michelle. As he slid the ring on her finger, he kissed it before his lips found hers once more.

“My sun, my moon, my stars.” He whispered.

When she went into her class on Monday, Jen was the first to notice the very shiny diamond ring on her finger.

“Oh my god, really?” Her friend gasped excitedly before pulling her into a hug. Michelle laughed.

“Really! He had this whole elaborate plan set out but ditched it because it didn’t feel like us. He wants to celebrate, but since he’s staying for the month, his brothers are going to travel up for celebrations next week. Ash wants to meet you and Jack and have a quiet double date before his brothers show up.” 

There were a few mutters from the men around them, but the two girls paid them no attention like they’d done from day one when the two realised they were the only females in the class.

“The only reason she’s getting married is because he probably knocked her up.” Mike-she was certain now after hearing his name called out on the register-muttered.

This time, she wasn’t going to let him slander her name like that. Those kinds of rumours not only fuelled fire but could potentially cost Michelle her career, and she wasn’t about to have any of it. 

Turning in her seat whilst they waited for the lecturer to start, she scowled at him. 

“Kindly refrain from making assumptions and starting rumours that you can’t back up with facts, O’Riley.” She kept her voice levelled, albeit slightly condescending. He scowled at her in return.

“What, scared that I’m right?” The taunt was a clear bait, determined to show she shouldn't be there. Both her and Jen had suffered from them.

The class had fallen silent at this, and Michelle smirked.

“How about I give you the facts first since you’ve spent the entirety of first year trying to make a point that neither Jennifer or I belong. I’ve known my fiance since we were children. Five years old to be precise. Whilst I’m at school, he works for the garage that his dad owns and will one day take over. He tries his hardest to visit once a month but sometimes he can’t because of obligations to the company means that sometimes the garage comes first.” She could see a few of the guys take on board her words.

Jen was smirking.

“If he were to have knocked me up, the last time I saw him was two and a half months ago. Notice how I haven’t swapped to any kinds of baggy clothing? Had I actually been pregnant, I’d have taken a leave of absence for a week so that I could go home and tell him as well as our families. Getting the picture yet?” His cheeks were burning as she so easily put him in his place.

“You have a go at the two of us, saying we don’t belong because we can’t be doing our studies right, we can’t be learning the same things as men. But if I look objectively at the situation, you’ve repeatedly tried to bait Chelle into an argument and lost every time. Most facts she’s been quite open about, and the others seemed to have put two and two together, but you can’t let go of the fact that she rejected you. So you hound her for anything. I hope that if you actually get into Law School after the undergrad program that you have to face her in the courts, because she’s clearly better than you.” Jennifer had spoken up in defence of her friend, and it had fallen silent before the lecturer began to clap.

Michelle hadn’t even realised that they’d eaten into the class time.

“Miss Morgan is correct, Mr O’Riley. Report to my office after class.” 

Unsurprisingly, O’Riley left her alone, and before Michelle knew it, the end of the year was upon them and she was back home with her family. 

She hadn’t had a chance to really pass the news and had forced Calum, Luke and Michael to stay quiet about it. Ashton knew better than to ruin this surprise for her, even though her family had been waiting for the day to happen ever since he’d asked her father’s permission the day after she’d left.

To say they were excited was understatement of the century. Both of them had winced at the high pitched squeal from her mother and her father was laughing at the scene before him.

They welcomed Ashton into their family when he was a child, but this was a different kind of welcome, one that really made him feel lucky to have the parents he had.

Unlike some of the weddings they’d seen from the club members, Ashton had been adamant. The wedding would be how Michelle wanted it, and if anyone had a problem then they could work at the garage instead. 

Bert had surprisingly backed his son up.

“She’s practically been my daughter since he brought her home with a skinned knee and tear tracks down her face. This is her day just as much as his, and if Ash wants it to be how she wants it, then no one will say a fucking word.” 

The prospects had eyed the father/son duo warily before nodding in acceptance. Ashton had already made it clear to them that they’d be around for security rather than the ceremony. 

They’d watched one of their previous comrades learn the hard way not to insult Michelle Morgan around any of them. The last prospect who did that not only lost his chance to be in the club but also ended up in the hospital with broken arms and a bullet to the knee. 

The warning rang loud and clear for them so they weren’t bothered by the fact they’d been relegated to security.

Despite the endless ribbing that Ashton had received from his best friends, he helped Michelle with ideas for what she wanted. They’d decided to plan and book it for the following summer, to let her get through her second year of university without worrying. 

“I’m going to defer a year after we get married.” Ashton stared at her in shock. She’d told him that the career was important to her, and he couldn’t wrap his head around why she would do that. 

He’d pulled her so that she was straddling his lap, the two of them sat on the sofa at his parents’. They were out for the weekend. He knew his dad was preparing for a patchover and his mom wanted as much time as possible with him without the two of them underfoot.

“And why are you deferring a year, doll?” 

“So that I can steal you away for a year. Our honeymoon is going to be much longer than two weeks.” The grin on her lips was almost predatory, and he felt the corner of his own twitch up in response. 

“Oh is it, Miss Morgan?” Her arms were resting on his shoulders as she leaned forwards, nibbling at the skin of his neck, her hips slowly rocking into his. 

He was struggling to stay focused. 

“A full year of us travelling. Motels, fancy hotels or hostels. Travel America and then maybe fly out and travel Europe. A whole year. I’m sure you wouldn’t be adverse to having sex in every state and then as much of Europe as possible.” Her teeth tugged at his earlobe, and he had her pinned on the couch, the look of shock amusing as his lips met hers.

“What my lady wants, my lady gets.” 

Later when they’d redressed themselves and were looking at various places, Ashton let out a sigh. “You realise that it means I’ll definitely be doing more runs. And maybe a few hits?” 

She squeezed his hand gently. “That’s why pops is planning on offering to pay for half of the trip. He knows what your dad does, they’re best friends. He knows what you do. He also knows that you’d protect me and move heaven and earth if you could. I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, so act surprised when he offers it.” This made him laugh as he kissed her temple.

“Secret is safe with me, doll. So July or August for the wedding date?” 

True to his word, Ashton did act surprised when her dad made the offer, however, he didn’t have to fake his shock at the amount that he was offering.

“That’s, surely that would cover the entire trip?” Ashton barely breathed. Marcus Morgan laughed as he slapped Ashton on the shoulder. 

“Son, I’ve been saving for this ever since she brought you home to us to introduce us to her newest best friend. At first it was small amounts which I was prepared to make her college fund, and then you two got together and her mother told me to start saving properly.” Ashton stared at his soon to be father-in-law, stunned.

He could do nothing but hug Marcus tightly in gratitude, in amazement, in awe. He wasn’t entirely sure. But he loved this man just as much as he loved his own dad.

Marcus understood the unspoken words and held onto Ashton just as tightly, giving him a moment to take in the significance of the offer. 

“You realise that the second Michelle finds out, she’ll flip?” Ashton finally asked as he pulled back, and Marcus laughed loudly.

“Like I’d expect anything else from that girl. She’s her mother’s daughter through and through. I can only count my blessings that she found you early on to temper her impulses.” Ashton tried and failed to hide his smirk as his soon-to-be in-law rolled his eyes before they were drawn into a discussion about the newest modifications he’d made to his bike. 

They still continued to plan, even when Michelle was back at University. Mercifully, after her verbal slapdown of O’Riley, both her and Jen had earned the grudging respect from their classmates. 

That respect was a big help when it came to the appointments for her dress fittings and bridesmaid dresses. If Jen hadn’t been one of her bridesmaids, she knew her friend would’ve handed her any and all the notes she needed for missed classes however, both of them relied on the notes from their classmates and the occasional meeting with their tutors.

It was a much quieter year for both her and Ashton, despite all the appointments and meetings for the venues and vendors. It dawned on them how much work it took to pull off the wedding that they were planning, on top of their respective school work and jobs. 

It was exhausting, but they pulled it off, she’d finished top of the class, with Jen close behind her and the business side for the Irwin’s had been thriving. 

Before she really knew it, she was standing in the foyer of the church, gripping her dad’s arm to stop the butterflies causing havoc through her entire body, let alone her stomach.

“You nervous sweet girl?” Her dad's tone was reassurance of all these new exciting feelings. She let out a small breath of air as she finally let it sink in that it was just Ashton waiting for her.

She was marrying her best friend.

“Excited. I still can’t believe he agreed to let you practically pay for our entire trip.” It had been a constant disagreement until her mother had sat her down and told her why her dad was doing this.

“Call it payback for you actually telling him before I could.” And she felt her jaw drop. She knew that Ashton hadn’t told him, or at least they’d suspected she’d gotten away with her slip up. 

Marcus chuckled as he gently tapped under her chin, her jaw shutting with an audible snap. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She hissed dangerously, and he grinned in return, his eyes suspiciously bright as his hand lifted, the backs of his fingers tracing down her face. She relaxed into the comforting touch almost immediately.

“You’re my child. I’ve raised you and I know you. Ashton is also mine, even though your mother didn’t bring him into the world. The two of you grew up with your mom and I as well as his parents. You might be able to fool the world sweetheart, but you can never fool your parents.”

It was another sigh before she let out a snort of laughter.

“Figures.” The key changed in the music, and the butterflies were back with reckless abandon. 

“Time to get the show on the road, sweet girl. I love you and I’m proud of you.” His lips touched her forehead, and it was almost like magic that her entire body relaxed. The butterflies finally settled as they began the walk down to her future husband.

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That fantasy/Knights au piece about Mattie and Alfred is so LOVELY!! If you have time and don't mind, can you tell us more? And if you could, can you tell us where could Arthur (since he is my fav aph character) fit into this universe? Thanks for your time!

Of course I can tell you more! In fact, I’d love to. 😊 (Part 1)

I can see Arthur as the young (even though not as young as Alfred and Matthew) court wizard.

He comes from a noble family that has an ancient history with magical abilities, even though it has been mostly left aside in the last generations. Everybody tends to have the potential to learn the use magic but the proper study of magic is complex and extremely time-consuming, one ends up having to dedicate most of his life to it. Therefore, Arthur’s three older brothers decide in other pursuits. They’re all are trained knights, too.

But Arthur has never been cut off for fighting. He does get some training (and is insanely stubborn) so he can hold his own with a sword or even with his bare fists and he’s a fairly proficient archer, but he’s still tendentially physically weak and even sickly as a child. As a knight, he would be inferior to his brothers – however, he is also the one with the strongest affinity to magic. So, he dedicates all himself to that pursuit instead. 

His stubbornness and determination, mixed with his natural talent, make him progress so fast that by the time he has reached his twenties, he gets appointed as court wizard as he’s regarded among the strongest wizards of the kingdom.

He also has a strong affinity to magical creatures (not always the case for people who can practice magic), he’s very in tune with them so he can always see them and communicate with them, which give him quite an advantage whenever he has to solve some magic-related issue.

However, his quick ascent and all the time spent studying also means he never cultivates relationships with other people and is quite isolated even from other wizards, who tend to be envious of his abilities. (Arthur’s arrogance doesn’t help one bit in this.) He doesn’t like to admit it, but he feels very lonely. At the same time, he’s emotionally insecure and stunted so he ends up pushing away even those people who try to get to know him.

Then, Alfred and Matthew show up. Arthur doesn’t have a good opinion of them – he doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about, he thinks they’re two arrogant boys who just have a fair share of luck and are way over their heads. So, he does his best to avoid them. (Not to mention that the ‘young prodigy’ title is his thing. One of the few things he’s proud of, what makes him worthy. But Alfred and Matthew – not even in their 20s – are even younger than he – currently in his early-to-mid 20s – is or even was when he got appointed as court wizard. So, there’s also an unconscious element of jealousy in his dismissal of Alfred and Matthew. Their existence threatens what Arthur uses to patch his self-worth issues, basically.)

There’s the matter of Matthew with magic, however. As I mentioned in the other post, Matthew has a very strong potential but he has never been trained properly so he doesn’t know how to utilize it.

A brief tangent on magic. When people are born with magical abilities, they either train them as children, when they’re more malleable and it’s easier to synchronize their internal magical energy to the external one that permeates the world, or those abilities tend to fade. If one doesn’t properly train during the developmental years, moreover, his energy ends up being out of sort. Most people are then unable to access it anymore, only those very powerful can – however, using any mildly powerful magic then hurts due to the imbalance between their energy and the external one. Sorting this out at that point is quite complex.

Matthew is mostly in the latter situation. He did start using his magic when he was a child and knows some spells, however, he doesn’t have all the formal training that should come with it. He has never truly synchronized his magical energy with the external one aside from some clumsy instinctive attempts. He’s fine when he uses a bit of magic, but any attempt at more complex (or even stronger) magic leaves him strongly debilitated (from just exhausted – but it’s an exhaustion it takes him long to recover from – to even sick). He tends not to use magic due to this. However, magic has been quite useful in some situations so he also doesn’t want to dismiss it completely. He wants to try to train it properly.

Arthur’s name is quite famous around the kingdom, Matthew admires him and his abilities a lot. Once at the court, he finds the courage to approach Arthur and ask to be trained. Arthur, however, refuses without even truly listening to his request (due to the aforementioned reasons).

Matthew can take a dismissal. Alfred can’t. (He can’t take a ‘no’ on a good day and this time there’s also Matthew’s health at stake, which makes him even more determined to get his way.) He keeps pestering Arthur to get him to help Matthew. He essentially becomes his shadow. After refusing a handful of times, Arthur takes to pretending Alfred isn’t there. Alfred isn’t deterred and keeps following Arthur around and talking to him. (He thinks Arthur’s an ass but he’s also Matthew’s best chance to learn how to control his magic so he’ll take what he can get.)

But the thing is, as the days go on, both Arthur and Alfred start seeing the other one in a different light. Arthur may pretend not to be listening, but he still hears what Alfred has to say – about their childhood, about how much he loves his little brother and how he wants so badly to protect him, about how Alfred and Matthew are alone in the world – and begrudgingly realizes Alfred isn’t just there for the glory, he genuinely believes in doing the right thing and is a good person. Arthur also starts appreciating Alfred’s warmth and friendliness, something that has always been missing from his life. On the other hand, Alfred realizes that Arthur is much softer and gentler than he lets out, he just tries to hide it out of fear of being hurt.

Eventually, Arthur understands that Matthew is going to use his magic even if it hurts him so he agrees to train him a bit.

Arthur takes a liking for Matthew in no time, once he gives him a chance. He’s so polite, kind, and hardworking that Arthur can’t help but feel protective of him. Alfred is almost offended.

Matthew has gone too long without training so he’s never going to be a ‘proper’ wizard, however, Arthur manages to teach him to channel is magical energy better and curb a bit the adverse effects.

The more Arthur stays around Alfred and Matthew, the more he realizes that, under that facade of valiant knights, they’re only two overeager (and a bit lost) boys doing their best to navigate through everything. He starts becoming very protective of them both.

While Arthur still has his place in the court, he also accompanies Alfred and Matthew on some of their adventures. Other times, he reaches them when his expertise is needed. (Somehow, Alfred and Matthew constantly manage to get entangled in matters much bigger than they are and that involve strong magical creatures.)

He also teaches Alfred and Matthew a lot about magical creatures and how to interact with them.

And while he’s at the court, Arthur can’t help but constantly worry about those two ‘wretched boys’ and wonder what trouble they’re getting into this time. Without realizing it, he essentially turns into a mother hen. (And sends some of his familiars or magical acquaintances such as fairies to keep an eye on the boys, too. Which he will always adamantly deny, of course.)

Arthur is also much happier, though. He’s still quite grumpy and isolated, but after he shows his tender side to Alfred and Matthew, he gets involved with other people they’re involved with and isn’t so lonely anymore. (He still complains all the time though.)

This was a bit more specific that the last time. I hope it’s okay!

Part 3 | Part 4

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key: a → angst // f → fluff // s → smut // h/c → hurt/comfort // a/f → angst to fluff

matty blurbs

august━(s, f) | contains oc. cara is a on a holiday in italy and runs into a handsome stranger

canvas━(s) | painter!au. you're a nude model for a really hot painter and... well, you decide to make art together

cold shower━(s, f) | the ac is broken and in lieu of fixing it, you and he decide to take a cold shower

corruption━(s) | politician!au. your boss is Quite unhappy with how a tv debate went and decides you teach you a... lesson

crush━(f) | he has a crush on you and it's only minutes until showtime.

edinburgh━(f) | you have a broken leg resulting in the cancellation of your edinburgh trip

the frontman━(f) | he gets to meet his celebrity crush (you) at an award show

i like it when you sleep━(f) | he sings you to sleep

jealous boyfriend━(a) | he gets jealous of your actor costar after he watches you shoot an intimate scene

jealous boyfriend pt 2━(a/f) | he apologises for being jealous and acting immature

just let me━(a/f) | you won't let your best friend help you while having a slight mental health crisis until he snaps

miserable together━(f) | both of you wake up sick together

mother hen━(h/c, f) | you're sick and he takes care of you

naps━(f) | he's super tired and you help him take a nap

onesie━(f) | you both go onesie shopping for your baby. onesie pt 2━(f)

on wednesdays, we wear pjs━(s, f) | you hate wednesday mornings to begin with and your very warm, very sexy bf makes it impossible to get out of bed

palimpsest━(f) | matty's giving you a tour of manchester and can't help but reminisce about the things that have changed

quiet━(f) | you're still getting used to dating your famous bf

rainy tuesday night━(f, s) | it's still early stages of dating and you're forced to spend a night in because of the rain

sick day━(h/c, f) | he's sick and you take care of him

slit━(s) | you're his date to an award show and the dress you're wearing has a Very high slit

stay━(a) | you run into your ex a year after breaking up

west coast━(s) | road head

wired autocomplete━(f) | you both do the wired autocorrect interview together

your lips, my lips━(f) | dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life

ross blurbs

anniversary━(a/f) | it's your anniversary but he's busy touring on another continent

bass strings━(f) | he teaches you how to play the bass

drunken nights━(f) | he takes care of you while you're super drunk

exhaustion━(h/c, f) | you've been working away non-stop and are at the brink of exhaustion until he makes you take a break

homecoming━(f, s) | he comes home from tour after a long time and you can't seem to keep your hands off each other

helpful━(s) | after a boring one night stand and your vibrator breaking, you're really frustrated at work the next day. he offers to help

hungover mornings━(f) | he takes care of you when you're really hungover

limbo━(h/c) | after a really hectic couple of days on the road, you're really overwhelmed and exhausted

lessons in patience━(s) | your husband's busy working but you're feeling super impatient and needy. turns out, he knows how to tame a brat

marital bliss━(s, f) | an italian honeymoon with your husband

morning routine━(f) | a sweet, quaint morning with him

small comforts━(f) | he takes care of you when you get your period

so you're tired━(a) | you travel to paris to win him back after a breakup but it might just be too late

tomorrow━(a/f) | he isn't dealing super well with the fact that tour’s going to make him miss important days in your relationship

what’s his name?━(s) | a slight bit of jealousy can't hurt when it means getting railed backstage

george blurbs

in stages━(a/f) | five times he almost confessed and the one time he finally did it

red hearts━(f) | dying his hair

support━(f) | he's there to support you at your book launch event

three's a party━(s) | after a lackluster date, you meet two strangers at a pub who make the night thrice as more fun (ft. ross hehe)

HAUNT // BED (MATTY)

do me a favour━(a) // prequel part 1━(a, f) part 2━(a) part 3━(s, a) epilogue━(a, f)

BIRTHDAY BASH (MATTY)

firsts - monday (first birthdays as a couple - his birthday)━(f) special girl - tuesday (first birthdays as a couple - your birthday)━(f) to build a home - saturday (34 headcanons)━(f, s) red lips - sunday (birthday smut)━(s)

WRITE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO (MATTY)

book - monday (early matty, pre-notes/bfiafl)━(f) boyfriend - tuesday (boyfriend matty)━(f) baking - wednesday (dad matty)━(f) birthday - thursday (trope night)━(f) bet - friday (slutty matty)━(s)

WEEKENDS IN MANCHESTER (MATTY)

the meet (cute?)━(f) i'm not stalking you, i promise━(f) i know a place━(f) gathering of strangers━(f, s) say that again━(f, s) i'm so obsessed with you━(s)

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER (GEORGE X OC)

masterlist matty and cleo have been best friends for almost a decade; inseparable, until she left for new york. but now she's back—abruptly and clearly hiding things from him—and staying at matty's place until she can figure something out, all while trying not to kill his infuriating housemate george...

PROMPTOBER 2023 (THE 1975 X READER)

masterlist a series of short one-shots from my autumn-themed prompt list

marital bliss━ross

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LRTIHEW: Part Seventeen

The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”.

First Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165808913233/lrtihew-part-one

Previous Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/166426662663/lrtihew-part-sixteen

There is swearing, fluff, eventual smut, insanity, and lord knows what else

Ivan listened to his guest's rambling, then stared into his tea cup. “I do not think I will be welcome at this event, Alfred. I decline your offer.” he replied honestly. “Oh come on. It's not like you'll be doing anything else, cat man.” the American goaded. Russian huffed, reminded of why he tried to kill Alfred so long ago. Suddenly the wrapped present came to mind.

A spark of light in this dark conversation, Ivan smiled for real. “What?” Alfred asked suspiciously. “Oh, nothing. Just that I have a surprise, America.” The Russian informed teasingly, looking smug. “You're not gonna blow something up are you?” the tanned nation asked bluntly. “No, nothing so... elaborate. I will show you, yes?” Ivan responded with glee. It was fun to watch people overreact to nothing.

After a few suspenseful moments, the purple eyed Slav finally got up to reveal the surprise. He returned from the coat closet with a newspaper wrapped box. Alfred eyed it critically as it was handed to him. “And this is... ?” he trailed off questioningly, slowly tilting the light package. “Happy early birthday, America. I wish upon you many more years of success.” Ivan explained, sincerely meaning it.

Alfred tore into the present with no warning, an excited child. The box was shredded in moments. The colorful tissue paper was revealed beneath, pausing his frenzy. America gingerly removed a black and blue sweater, the texture plush. “It's so soft! Where did you buy it?” he asked, pulling it over his head. It was slightly baggy, but a good fit.

“I'm offended. I made that personally.” Ivan scoffed, not really upset. “Cool... and a dagger?” Alfred wondered, picking up a sheathed knife. “Oh. Yes. It is an excellent letter opener. I gutted a Nazi officer with it in 1944.” Ivan informed pleasantly. There was a pause, and he wondered if the historically gory weapon was in poor taste.

“Holy fuck that's so cool!” Alfred gushed, taking the perilously sharp weapon out. Examining the blade, the younger nation asked “Is there like, still Nazi blood on it?” Oh, Ivan's cold heart was alight at this moment, bursting with joy at being understood. Destroying lives was bad, but the adrenaline rush of combat felt amazing. Having a just cause increased the high. “No. It would have corroded the blade over time. I did take a picture though.” the Russian informed calmly. “I'll take the picture too... if that's chill with you. Make it a matching set, ya know?” Alfred replied, enamored with his new gifts.

Ivan was pleased and impressed. He never even thought of making the historical pieces a matching pair. He slipped the dagger in hesitantly before. If Alfred was freaked out by it, Ivan would pass it off as a sick joke. A typical Braginsky maneuver as expected by most non-trusting nations. Instead the war mongering American was loving the gesture, completely unafraid.

Maybe. Maybe they could be friends. They did have a few hobbies in common. The internet had mentioned sharing hobbies was very important. “I... will visit on the day of your birthday party, Alfred. For a short time.” Ivan answered cautiously, wringing his hands. “Cool man. I look forward to it.” the American replied. “I will not be partying with the others.” Ivan insisted stiffly. “Got it. Zero tolerance for fun. The mighty Russian Federation has no need for this fun, for it is too inefficient. Beep boop.” Alfred teased in a robotic voice, a twinkle in his baby blue eyes.

Ivan frowned, but said nothing. With no audience, there was no point to insulting his guest. “So... what ya doing?” Alfred prompted, childish like always. “I was working. I was... talking with Koshka about my evening plans.” Ivan replied, uncomfortable without their usual banter.

Alfred whistled, brows raised, before saying “You talk to your dead cat for company? Holy shit... Wow. Okay. You. Me, we're doing something today. Something that living normal people do.” “Like what?” Ivan grumbled, already annoyed. “I don't know. Stuff. What do you do normally?” Alfred asked, resuming his quest to kill every cookie on the platter.

Ivan had to think about that. It had been a while since he last went out. “I work, and train with weights, and... fish a few times a year. I go bear hunting in the fall. I go to the shooting range to test new gun models for my boss. I travel a lot, but that's for work. I read, I knit... I... that is it.” he summarized. Ivan also painted, but he viewed the hobby as a feminine one. It would only be fuel for ridicule from others. He also drank to numb intense loneliness, but it was more of a crutch than a habit. Not that he felt alone. That would mean having weaknesses.

“So adventurous. So I saw a flyer for this festival. I think we'll go.” Alfred said, sarcasm fading to genuine interest. After a bit, his foot was fully operational again. After an hour's drive to Pushkino, a small city north of Moscow, they arrived at a carnival. The sun, as well as sunflowers and horses, was a prevailing theme. “A summer solstice fair.” Ivan breathed, feeling a tingle of excitement. “I almost forgot I had those.” he said quietly. There was authentic Russian cooking abound at food stalls. There was small games and a petting zoo. As Alfred dragged Ivan to everything in sight, he made cheers and crows of delight. Russia was slowly acclimating to the atmosphere of joy radiating from the young Russians around him.

After feeding some goats at the petting zoo area, America was talking a mile a minute. “... and Mattie was totally pissed, but whatever. He's not mad at me now that –” The honey blonde tripped on a small rock, landing face first in a mud puddle. The classic comedy of the situation was undeniable. A ripple of laughter escaped Ivan, followed by another. When Alfred squinted in anger with a mud streaked expression, the Russian roared jubilantly, clutching his gut.

“You're a dick.” Alfred pouted, mourning his white cotton shirt. Catching his breath, Ivan pulled the muddied blonde off the ground. “Thank you, America. I am most entertained.” he said with a smirk. All too soon, both their cell phones were going off. America's boss sounded livid, faded Russian accent audible from a few feet away.

“Yes, sir. I know, I know... I'll go try again.” Alfred whined, rolling his eyes. He hung up, Ivan also finished attending to work texts. His superiors had no clue he was blowing off work for a summer fair. “Fuck. I have to go renegotiate with China again.” the younger nation sighed, running a hand through golden locks. Ivan imagined Kozlov scolding America like a mother hen over the phone. The scene was a funny one.

“You said they were not going well.” Ivan prompted conversation while buying a candied apple. “No. I want to start paying him back but the interest rate is like a million percent. There's no point if the interest is higher than the minimum payment.” Alfred lamented, walking along. The Russian nodded, following beside him. Licking his candy apple in thought, Ivan came to a conclusion.

“I will come with you.” Ivan stated authoritatively. “But... why?” Alfred wondered, baffled. Ivan remained silent, lighting another cigarette. “Um... well. Okay I guess. I'll let the boss know, then we can head off.” the American continued, dialing a number. Ivan ended the process before it could be finished. “No. No one will know.” the Russian ordered, staring Alfred in the eyes. There was a tense moment, then Alfred shrugged. “Fine. Be weird.” he scoffed.

#rusame #russia #america #amerus #hetalia #story #lrtihew

[winxngblog]

Since I already asked what the flaws/negative traits of your main girls were back before the new year started, let's go on the happier side of things; what are the best qualities and/or positive traits of your main fairies?

-Sera’s best quality is her ability to feel empathetic to those in need (like with Reed and Nico), being sensitive enough to feel how they’re feeling

-Carina’s best quality is her drive to always make people happy in her own down-to-earth way, no matter how annoying they can be to her

-Saphira’s best quality is her generosity and resourceful-ness, proving that there’s more that meets the eye than just some spoiled princess

-Iris’ best quality is her patience, and how she’s sweet enough to not let the little things get to her too much (like rambunctious children)

-Tetra’s best quality is her honesty and drive to never use unfair “short-cuts” like cheating to get her way

-Matty’s best quality is her undying loyalty to those who are patient enough to break down her walls and give her a chance (which, knowing her doesn’t happen very often)

-Lilly’s best quality is her need to protect others and tend to their every need, like a mother hen to her chicks

-Elsa’s best quality is her quick wit and how playful she can be once you get to know her better

[2phetalia-imagines]

What would the 2p F.A.C.E do if their s/o got sick but denied it and did everything in their power to hide it from everyone.

2p! France/ Franqúis

Despite this mans seemingly unflappable self, he hates being sick. Even second degree sickness ends up with him honing in on that germ factory like a bloodhound.

Even if you did try to hide it, he’ll know.

You sneeze ten miles away, you’ll be getting a call and wondering if he has a sixth sense the moment he demands you come back home and get underneath those covers or so help him GOD –

He’s surprisingly a good nurse though, perhaps from his own cousins getting sick and fussing like babies when they were younger?

But you might want to convince this extreme germ fighting foe that no you wont try to escape from taking your medicine puT DOWN THAT STUN GUN FRANQÚIS!

2p! America/ Allen

He probably wont notice until you’re bowling over, shivering on the kitchen floor

This boy is oblivious even when instinct is screaming at him that you need SOMETHING

Even after learning you’re sick, he’ll be floundering around like a helpless child wondering if you are one second away from death because what the hell am I supposed to do?!

He’s never honestly had to take care of anyone when they were sick.

Even when he moved out it never stopped Oliver or Franqúis from knocking on his door and throwing him in his bed and forcing the medicine down his throat (“STOP BEING SO DIFFICULT” “YOU CAN PUT THAT MEDICINE IN ME WHEN I’M DEAD”)

Allen will try though

Oh, will he try and and be frightened every step of the way because

Is this right? Am I giving enough blankets is the room warm enough is this good medicine should I try liquid even if it tastes like piss because everyone says it works faster or that fat pill that looks like it could choke a small dog?

In the end he’ll call Oliver because he’s the nicer of the two

2p! England/ Oliver

Oliver is a lot like Franqúis in that he’ll know.

Don’t hide it.

He’ll see it in your eyes, the pale sweaty skin, and throaty voice and next thing you know he has his mask on, chicken noodle soup ready for consumption, and tucking you into bed –

How’d you even get here?? You were literally on the other side of the house and he was in the yard, when did this happen?!

Sssh, just sleep and take your medicine

You wont escape from this man.

He’s like a mother hen doused with all the instincts of every stubborn nurse in the world.

2p! Canada/ Mattie

In all honesty, this boy rarely got sick and when he did he was usually out cold through the whole thing thanks to some love and care from that little blue light –

So it takes him a while too, to notice anything, and mostly it’s thanks to his gruff polar bear that sniffs out the sickness and practically kicks him off his legs to do something about that bitter scent in the air and howling FIX THE SICK ONE

Mattie’s going to look calm and collected through out the whole thing too.

Don’t let this boy fool you though

He’s going to worry about you no matter what you say or do

And will look online to see what the best and easiest, quickest thing to do to help you through because holy hell what did Franqúis and Oliver usually do???

#2p hetalia #2p england #2p America #2p Canada #2p France #2p face #hello sweetie

[abiiors]

hey! I loved your Matty sick blurb yesterday 🥺 idk if you’re still taking blurb requests but I’d love to read a Matty x reader one where the reader has hurt their foot/ankle or something and Matty gets really protective whenever they try to move and look after themself (as they do stubbornly do) rather than letting Matty do it

hello hello <33, this is the last blurb i’m doing for now so i am no longer accepting requests for new ones. i’m so sorry if i missed yours. sometimes, they just don’t inspire any ideas but it’s very possible that two weeks from now i’d come up with something for them. so idk, stay tuned? can’t make promises tho…

quite sappy, but what else did we expect from me...

“no, no, no, where are you going!” matty hurries over to you, arm instantly around your waist to help you sit back on the bed. 

he’s been like this since yesterday—the overbearing mother hen—ever since you got back from the a&e with a fresh cast on your leg; from your foot to your shin. 

“need to use the loo, baby,” you tell him patiently. he’s only worried about you, just being the concerned boyfriend. plus you are still in pain despite the painkillers so you don’t blame him entirely. yet matty has been watching you like a hawk. 

“so you need to call me!” he scolds, pulling you up again. “no pressure on your ankle, that’s what the doctors said.”

you sigh, giving in. he’s right and when he’s holding you, it hurts less. plus it’s nice being taken care of.

“get out,” you tell him gently but firmly when matty settles you on the toilet. “you’re not watching me pee, matthew, i am not a child.”

he looks like he’s about to protest, throwing his hands up like a teenager before he walks out. he stops at the door though, pointing a finger at you. “i’m standing outside, yeah? call me when you’re done.”

with narrowed eyes, you wait for him to leave. finally some peace. 

he’s been like this for 24 hours now, hovering and over-protective and frankly getting on your last nerve the more he insists on doing everything for you. so you take your time in the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief and then immediately feeling guilty. 

he’s only worried. it’s not like he’s doing it deliberately. so you get up, grabbing the counter for support and flush the toilet, immediately cringing once you realise what’s about to happen. 

matty bursts in not even two seconds later. “i told you to call me! sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself again.”

the tone of his voice grates on you. irritation bubbles in your chest. 

“you could have at least knocked!” you scoff, hobbling over to the sink to wash your hands. his hands are on your waist a second later, steadying you. “what if i were still naked, huh?”

in the mirror, you see him roll his eyes. “i’ve seen you naked a million times.”

“and what if i was still on the toilet?”

“well, you weren’t.”

it takes saintly patience not to scream out in frustration, even more so when he insists on practically carrying you back to bed. six more weeks of this. and then four more weeks of physio after that. the irritation burns stronger. 

“i can walk!” you try not to push him away. “well… i can hobble.”

“absolutely not!” matty responds firmly, about to pick you up and that’s when the restraint snaps. 

“jesus christ, can you stop!” you snap at him, immediately regretting it when his face falls. one thing you know about matty is that he has the remarkable ability to look like a kicked puppy when he’s sad. and right now, it’s working too well on you, making the guilt grow. 

“no, i’m sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to snap at you,” you sigh immediately taking hold of his face. he’s just worried, your annoyance was entirely unwarranted. 

“it’s alright,” he tries to smile, “i know you’re in pain—”

“it’s not that,” you cut him off quickly. to your utter annoyance, a twinge of pain shoots up your leg right then, making you groan. matty is onto you immediately and you let him lift you this time, let him carry you back to bed. 

“it’s not the pain, matty…” you start explaining once he’s placed a pillow under your leg to make you more comfortable. “i just, you’ve been hovering, love. you’re crowding me a little…”

“oh.” his voice is still small, “um, sorry, i just. i thought you needed help.”

“i do,” you hurry to reassure him. “of course, i need help. i won’t be able to do so many things on my own for a few weeks at least. it’s just… i don’t need you being over-protective 24/7. that’s… i’m sorry, love, but that’s a bit annoying.”

matty listens patiently, nodding along. “you’re right,” he admits finally, “i should let you have some space. i just, i don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“i know, and i love you for helping me out so much since yesterday but i’m fine, sweetheart,” you reassure him once again, feeling a bit lighter when he smiles a little. “the painkillers are helping.”

“you’d tell me though, wouldn’t you? if you need help?”

you nod at him instantly, “i will, i promise.”

matty does smile then, a proper smile, bending down to kiss your shoulder. “do you need me to go for a bit? i can do my own thing. leave you alone if that’s what you want…”

surprisingly enough, you shake your head. “no, i… just stay. and cuddle with me. we can watch something. i do like your company, matty. i just don’t want you treating me like an invalid.”

“cuddles and netflix sounds perfect.” the bed dips as he gets in, pulling you into his chest. “won’t treat you like an invalid, i promise,” he smiles again, dipping to kiss your head. 

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