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abiiors · 8 months

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midnight, car lights 🌃 // george daniel x reader

a/n: a second fic for the george bbf!au that's been plaguing me lately!! (a third one is coming soon). also happy 10 years of self titled <33 i'm scheduling this to come out at midnight uk time tihi

cw: none really, just fluff and flirting. maybe a very tiny age gap?? like 2 ish years

wc: 3.3k

“let’s go on a joyride.”

those words bounce around in your head like the dvd logo, said to you at 11:50 in the night—whisper-shouted would be more accurate. from under your balcony no less, like some fucked up iteration of romeo and juliet.

so far you have failed to come up with a coherent answer for george who stares up at you expenctantly.

you lean over the railing, your curiosity piqued. "a joyride…” his words repeated back to him in a disbelieving deadpan voice.

he nods eagerly. in his hands is a tiny heap of small stones—the source of the clinks on your bedroom window that had scared you half to death. when george follows your gaze, he drops the rocks hurriedly, dusting off his hands.

“it’s a thursday night…” you point out.

he clicks his tongue. “and you’re clearly not doing anything.”

your eyes narrow at his little jab. sure he’s right but come on now, he didn’t need to point it out like that.

“my brother—”

“is out on his ‘date’.” he makes a little face at that and you stifle the urge to laugh at how icked out he looks. clearly, some more questions that you need to pester matty with. but that’s for tomorrow. right now you raise an eyebrow at the way he cuts you off and finishes your sentences.

“my parents—”

“are asleep!!” his voice acquires a borderline whiny quality. “i checked!” he confirms proudly and before you have the chance to present him with further counterarguments, he throws his hands up in the air.

“come on, little healy,” george’s grins a feral little grin, “scared you’ll get caught?”

you bite your lip, determined not to let him see your smile. it’s midnight, you’re in your pjs—an old ramones t-shirt and tiny shorts that barely come up to the top of your thighs—your hair is half out of your ponytail. in short, you’re the ugliest you’ve ever looked in front of george.

meanwhile he looks like he’s just stepped out of an indie rock magazine—black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt that hangs loosely on him and yet somehow fits perfectly and his beloved vans. at this point, you’re sure george could wear just about anything and still look drop-dead gorgeous.

“only a little drive? i promise i’ll get you back home in one piece.”

truth be told, you had made up your mind the first time he asked. a slow tingle of thrill slithers down your spine. the goody two shoes who’s never even smoked a cigarette before he came into the picture. about to sneak out the window at 11:56 pm.

“okay,” you mumble to yourself. the small smile you’d tried to stifle escapes anyway. “okay, fine.”

george grins and whoops silently, fists the air in triumph. it does something funny to your stomach–his excitement.

“hold on a minute,” you tell him before making a mad dash to your wardrobe for an acceptable pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

the subtle nude lip gloss is inviting but you know it’s too much. he’s probably just bored on a thursday night and has nothing else to do. so begrudgingly you settle on a lip balm and brushing out your hair.

it’s fine. it’s normal. and anyway, he’s not going to see you as anything more than matty’s little sister, so what’s the point?

another little rock clinks on your window followed by a soft whisper-shout.

“hurry up!” the clear impatience in his voice makes you giggle but you look at the mirror a final time, smoothing out your unruly hair. this is as best as it gets.

after all, this is not a date.

“can’t exactly fly out the window, george,” you respond drily as soon as he comes back into view.

he looks around curiously, toeing the grass and pulling it loose with his shoes. you can practically see the wheels in his head turning, generating ideas that you don’t entirely trust… matty’s friends aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed—not according to you anyway—but once george gets an idea, it is downright impossible to deter him.

“that looks good enough,” he mumbles but you catch it anyway, catch the spot his eyes are trained on and your stomach plummets about half a foot.

“have you—have you lost your mind?!” you stifle your screech halfway through, looking at the boy in front of you like he’s grown two heads.

george shrugs, looking the least bit bothered and points to the pipe next to your window.

“it’s sturdy, look,” he gives it two firm raps with his knuckles. “and there’s the brick for you to grab onto. and i’ll catch you.”

the last part has your ears perking up. you look at him with a raised eyebrow. it’s only a floor. the ground below you is soft grass that’s regularly mowed and looked after. if you fall, the most that will happen is a bruised ass (and a bruised ego). besides, the alternative is to go your through the front door and risk waking up the whole house.

“trust me!” he bounces on the balls of his feet, eager and impatient.

george stuffs his hands in his pockets, veins on his forearms taut with tension. his colourful tattoos are a stark contrast to his all-black outfit. should you trust him?

“if i fall—”

“you won’t!” he answers confidently. “i’m not going to let you get hurt.”

your heart skips a beat at how soft he sounds, mumbling the sentence more to himself than to you. a shadow of tenderness crosses his features, or maybe you’re just projecting. just a silly little girl with a crush on her brother’s best friend. a cliché.

“can’t let my best mate’s little sister get hurt,” he clears his throat. and your heart drops in your chest. of course not. to him you are nothing but matty’s sister. ‘little healy’.

“’course not,” you mutter begrudgingly and grab onto the pipe.

george stands below you, hands raised, neck craning to guide your steps down the exposed brick wall. there’s taking risks and then there’s whatever the fuck this is. regardless, you have put a disturbing amout of faith is george and now there’s nowhere to go but down. literally.

the last few feet loom between you and the ground. your sweaty palms almost slip and involuntarily a whimper escapes you.

“almost there, sweetheart,” george murmurs. that word snags in your brain. all thoughts fly away, and before you know it, you’re missing a step, foot slipping on the rough wall. there’s a split second of panic, the beginning of a scream that dies in your throat as soon as you feel a pair of hands around your waist.

warm, rough hands on soft skin.

george, holding you up.

you’re practically pulled flush against his chest, wide-eyed and flushed from the almost fall. funnily enough, the vertigo intensifies the moment you look up into his eyes. they’re just as wide as yours, mouth parted as if he was about to say something.

for a fleeting instant, time seems to stand still. the world around you fades into a distant blur as you and george remain locked in this suspended moment, bodies pressed close together, his towering over yours. his warm breath tickles your skin, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heart against your chest.

"are you okay?" george's voice is a hushed murmur, his grip on you firm yet gentle.

you manage a shaky nod, finding your voice after a few seconds. "yeah, i... i think so."

george's grip on you doesn't waver as he slowly guides you back onto the solid ground, his hands lingering on your waist for an extra beat before finally releasing you. you take a step back, both to regain your composure and to put some distance between the two of you.

"thanks," you mumble, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i don't know what happened there." you giggle nervously, unable to stare directly into his eyes.

"no need to thank me,” he smiles, “just glad i was here."

the two of you stand there for a second, the weight of the almost moment hanging in the air. then, as if on cue, george's playful grin returns, diffusing the tension like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.

"good to know i can make your heart race like that, little healy," he begins with a teasing glint in his eyes.

despite the heat creeping up your neck, a small laugh escapes your lips, the tension finally breaking as you roll your eyes at his cheeky comment. "you're unbelievable, george."

“right then,” he toes a small pebble, stuffing his hands in his pocket. “shall we?”

his car is cleaner than you expected.

sure there are some receipts and empty plastic bottles on the floor, even a jacket in the back seat for some inexplicable reasons but it’s nowhere near the pigsty that is your brother’s car.

“in you go,” he motions, casually holding the door for you. internally you’re grateful that he can’t see your flustered expression.

it’s a tiny gesture, barely even a gesture really—just a boy opening a car door for you. but he’s not just a boy. he’s george—the boy who makes you mad beyond belief and annoys you with the smallest of efforts. the boy who makes you stumble over your words. the boy who is your brother’s best friend.

“my my, george,” you tease to cover up your flustered silence, “manners. when did that happen?”

george rolls his eyes as he closes the car door behind you, and you settle into the passenger seat. you notice the faint scent of air freshener, attempting to mask any lingering odors from the cigarettes he no doubt must have smoked earlier. you glance sideways at him when he gets settled in the driver’s seat, unable to hide the hint of a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

"believe it or not," george retorts, putting the car in reverse, "i do have manners sometimes. just don't expect it all the time."

another playful taunt crawls up your throat, about to make it’s way out of your mouth when george casually just does the hottest thing you’ve ever possibly seen. your heart is in your mouth as you try not to stare at his arm behind your headrest. george, oblivious to your freak out, focuses solely on reversing the car from its little hiding spot. his cologne—something warm and smoky—fills the tiny car. a space that is so overwhelmingly him that you have to swallow roughly every couple minutes lest you do something incredibly stupid.

like grabbing his face and kissing him senseless.

especially with how inviting his light stubble looks.

instead, you pointedly stare out the window at the dull grey road beneath you.

“scared?” he teases, misinterpreting your darting eyes.

all you can do is shake your head. there’s no way you trust your ability to speak right now, especially as half of your brain is focused on not ogling his arms and hands.

this was a mistake. this was a stupid, idiotic, avoidable mistake.

“come on! aren’t you excited to do something reckless for once?”

you are, you really really are. there’s no denying it as the car finally maneuvers out of the parking spot and away from your house.

you let out a silent sigh of relief. the tension in the air begins to dissipate, and you take the opportunity to relax your grip on the seat. you sneak another glance at george, this time allowing yourself to truly take in his features.

his bleached hair is tousled—just the right amout of effortlessly messy, and his full pink lips only intensify the butterflies in your stomach. george is beautiful—from the way his hands grip the steering wheel with confidence to his jaw that tenses as he focuses on the road. all of it makes your heart race again. you can't deny your silly little crush, can’t deny all the times you have wished george was anyone but matty’s best friend. that you actually had the courage to kiss him. more than that you can’t deny all the times you’ve wished he would kiss you first.

“where are we going?” you clear your throat, distinctly aware of how breathy you sound.

george shrugs. “maccies, i think. been really craving some milkshake.”

and then he has the audacity to snicker at your gaping face. “a milkshake…” you trail off, wondering if hitting him on the head would be taking it too far. “sure, good to know i risked my life for your milkshake cravings!”

“pfft,” he blows air, taking his eyes off the road and training them on to you. “admit it, sweetheart, you were ready to, oh what was it? ‘risk your life’ for the thrill of it. don’t lie to me now, i saw it in your eyes.”

there it is again, the little flutter in your ribcage at the s-word. george seems so casual about it too, throwing it around like it doesn’t bother him whatsoever. and maybe it doesn’t, maybe he uses that on every single girl he talks to. the thought curdles in your stomach.

“fine then,” you huff, turning back to the window.

the mcdonald’s is a flurry of people—drunk and high students looking to satisfy their munchies, homeless people looking for a cheap meal and shelter. exhausted employees handing out orders with a dead expression on their face. you almost feel sad, making them prepare two milkshakes at this ungodly hour.

you turn to george who is busy studying the menu with the utmost curiosity.

“strawberry,” he mumbles to himself then turns to you. “or no, wait. banana?”

you quirk an eyebrow. “strawberry is superior.”

“which means that’s what you’re getting,” he replies and goes back to perusing.

“if you think, for even a second, that i would let you steal—”

“so territorial, sweetheart,” he teases, eyes still on the artificially lit board. “fine. two strawberries then.”

george places the orders, giving the cashier his winning smile and handing over some cash. she perks up slightly, eyeing him through her lashes while george leans against the counter. a sudden heat burns through you, wild and unpleasant.

heartburn, you tell yourself. the milkshake will fix it.

or maybe not looking at george being flirty would fix it but oh well…

so you turn around, finding yourself an empty seat and leave him to bring over the drinks.

minutes later, you almost jump out of your skin when george places the cool take-out container against the nape of your neck without warning.

“real mature, george!” the shriek causes a few people to throw distasteful looks your way but he looks absolutely unbothered and oblivious.

“such a grump,” he snickers and motions for you to follow him.

armed with your milkshake, you settle in the car once again. the car park is almost dead at this hour of the night and you wait for him to start the car back up, for him to tell you what the next steps are but george only taps tirelessly on the steering wheel. a complete 180 from five minutes ago.

tap. pause. tap tap tap. pause. tap. pause. it’s restless and rhytmless; not like his usual tapping where he’s lost in own tune. his milkshake sits untouched, condensation dripping onto the dashboard.

you wrap your lips around the straw, sucking on it noisely, sipping on the sweet, cool liquid while you observe him closely. “something’s on your mind.”

your statement makes him blink. so you’re right then, something is on his mind. he’s more fidgety than usual. in the stillness of the night, his thick swallows and knee jerks are painfully obvious.

“what’s up…” you trail off, unsure if pushing him would be the right move.

“there’s this–well. i want to–”

“this is new.” the amount of glee in your voice should be disturbing to you but you can’t contain it. because it is new.

you’ve seen george be arrogant and annoying, laddish and even on occasion, sweet. but you’ve never seen him be shy before.

“shut up,” he mutters to himself, then sighs loudly. “okay fine, it’s better if i just show you.”

you follow his movements inquisitively, his imperceptibly shaky hands as he takes out his phone and opens up a non-descript recording titled track 11

his phone screen illuminates his face in the dimly lit car as he hovers over the audio file. the soft glow casts a warm, intimate ambiance, making you acutely aware of how close you are to him in the confined space. your curiosity and anticipation mount as you wonder what he's about to reveal.

"i've been thinking about this for a while now," he clears his throat, finger lowering to finally click on the file. "and i want to share something with you."

at first, nothing happens. all that comes out of the speakers is static and then some more static. but just as you're about to speak, the car is filled with the opening notes of a song—one that instantly tugs at your memory. It's a tune that you have heard before, at different points in time. it's the song that matty’s hummed to you on days you were ill in bed, a song you heard them play at band practice. it’s a song that george and matty laboured over for days. the one that brought you all closer together.

and now it sounds all put together. the final piece of the puzzle locked in.

matty’s voice is stronger than you’ve ever heard, adam’s guitar and ross’ bass sprinkling magic onto it. and then there are the drums—precise and clear and passionate. just like how george drums his fingers on his lap now, matching the beat of the song.

when the song ends, there's a brief silence in the car. the weight of the notes and the sincerity in his eyes hang in the air, leaving you breathless.

"george," you finally whisper, "that was..."

“we finished it,” he smiles, looking down at his lap. “so we recorded it…”

“it’s…”

there you are once again, at a loss for words. almost certain that there might be actual tears in your eyes.

“that was…”

“shit? derivative? lousy?” he tries to laugh it off, covering up a vulnerable moment with his jokes but you’d be damned if you let that happen.

“perfect.”

the words echoes around the car resoundingly. there’s no challenging your opinion. the song is perfect.

“and you listen to me once and for all george daniel, if you call that song names in front of me one more time, if i hear you call it shit and derivitive and lousy again—”

before you can finish your sentence, george leans forward, crashing his lips onto yours. there’s a crackle of electricity in the air around you, the slowing down of time as if you’re having an out-of-body experience. as if you are a fly on the wall watching two people giving into the magnetic pull between them. but george cups your cheek with his hand and you jolt back into your body.

his lips are cool from the milkshake but the kiss is searing hot, teeth clashing against teeth. your bodies trying to get as close to each other as possible despite the gearstick between your seats. george tugs on your bottom lip, smiling wide as if he can’t help it—grinning ear to ear.

by the time you pull away, you’re both breathing heavily—practically panting. he doesn’t pull back entirely, instead he keeps his eyes closed and his forehead rested against yours. the grin stays on his face. wide and gorgeous and making him look so boyish.

“um,” you start and break off into a quick laugh.

"i've wanted to do that for quite some time now," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

with some hesitation, george lets go of your face, opening his eyes to look at you a second later.

“damn, sweetheart,” he sighs again, chuckling a little. “this is turning out to be a great joyride, huh…”

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oh-bonerline · 2 months

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John’s thumb moved against the inside of Ross’ wrist and his eyes were on Ross’ face. “It’s okay if you’re not alright,” he said. “It’s okay if you’re—” He stopped, frowning and looking down at their hands on the table. “It’s okay if you’re struggling with whatever Matty’s struggling with. Do you know what I mean?” Ross thought he did, but he also felt himself closing up. He drew his hand back and dropped it into his lap. “Can we talk about something else?” he asked. “We can talk about anything you’d like,” John said, smiling at him and meaning it. Under the table, Ross’ knee knocked into John’s and John’s knee knocked back.

we'll knock around and see - chapter eight on AO3

#fic #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #ross macdonald rpf #matty and ross #raughy #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #we'll knock around and see #big weekend series #apologizing again for how long this one is #but i hope you love it as much as i do #a lot happens #:') :') :')

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 2 months

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this feeling, guess the meaning - chapter 12

“Well, then,” Ross declares, confident as a big-shot football lawyer about to have two teams sign on a multi-million-pound acquisition. “I suppose you are.” “I’m what?” “Are you really going to make me say it?” “I’m afraid so.” “You’re…” Ross grins as he chews on his bottom lip and looks at the crack in his ceiling, the one he sometimes stares at for way too long when he’s nervous or sad and ends up believing is coming apart, getting wider and wider until whatever’s above it comes crashing down on his head. But it never does, of course. And today, it doesn’t even look scary. It’s just there, looking down at him, as if it was telling him to get the fuck on with it. “You’re my favourite.”

Read it on AO3

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#writing #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #ross macdonald rpf #george daniel rpf #matty and ross #matty and george #matty x george #matty x ross #this feeling guess the meaning #tfgtm #baby 75 #gatty #moss #the two worst couples tags ever created but we roll with em still

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allylikethecat · 8 months

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i think it would be a crime not to request this on for the cuddle prompts, i live for matty being a small tiny baby

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

I agree! Not filling this prompt would have also been a crime! Thank you so much for sending it in!

I told myself when I started this whole prompt thing that I was going to complete them in the order that they were sent, then you, you lovely Anon sent this one in and I couldn't get the mental image of Fictional!Matty hiding in the blankets out of my head, SO I ended up finishing it next. I hope that was okay! Thank you for sending it, and I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think! (Even if you weren't the one that sent it you are also welcome to let me know what you think lol I thrive on constructive feedback!)

(If anyone else wants to send in Cuddle Prompts they can be found here)

Thanks again!

❤️Ally

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

George frowned as he walked through the living room into the kitchen and found it absent of Matty. He had been feeling under the weather that morning when George had left for the studio, yet he hadn’t expected him to still be sleeping at nearly two in the afternoon. His frown deepened when he stuck his head into the bedroom and realized Matty wasn’t in their messy bed either.

When he found Matty, George was going to have to have a talk with him about the fact that even if he wasn’t going to make their bed in the morning, he could at least refrain from shoving all of the blankets and pillows into a large pile in the center. It didn’t help anything in the slightest and just made it more difficult for George when he inevitably had to put their bed back together himself in the evening, so they could get in it and go to sleep. He turned off the bedroom light, not wanting to waste electricity and shut the door- lest Mayhem decide to test his boundaries and climb up onto the bed.

George resumed his search, brow furrowing as he realized Matty wasn’t in the office, the music room, the back yard or the guest room either. George’s concern grew as he went room to room with no sign of Matty. His car was still in the garage so he couldn’t have gone far, and George really couldn’t imagine him going for a walk, without Mayhem, when he was feeling poorly- especially in the London rain that Matty resented on a good day.

“Where is your Dad?” George asked, sitting down on the couch next to Mayhem and reaching over to scratch behind his ears. He pulled out his phone and quickly selected Matty’s name from his recent calls list. He bit his lip, a weird sense of dread settling in his stomach as it rang and rang before going to voicemail. George ended the call and hit Matty’s name again, relief flooding his chest when this time Matty answered on the fourth ring.

“‘Ello?” he slurred, his voice rough and nasally, thick with sleep, causing George’s confusion to grow, even as it became tinged with irritation.

“Where are you?” he asked, jumping straight to the point.

“What do you mean?” Matty asked before cutting off abruptly, George could picture it clearly, Matty turning away from the phone to cough into his elbow.

“I mean where are you right now?” George asked, not sure how he could be any clearer.

“Em, in bed?” he said, his words coming out like a question.

“Where?” George asked, growing frustrated.

“What do you mean where? Our house? Where else would I be?” Matty asked, breaking off to cough again. “Can you stop and get me some Lemsip on your way home? I think I’m proper ill, I haven’t gotten up to check but I’m pretty sure I have a fever.”

“I’m already home and you’re not here, also there’s some in the pantry with all that tea your mum keeps bringing that you don’t drink.” George said.

“Why is it in the pantry and not the medicine cabinet that’s fucking stupid, also what do you mean I’m not here I am, literally in our bed.” Matty said, his voice taking on a weak crackling quality after his coughing fit. George winced, he sounded awful.

“I just checked and you weren’t there,” said George stubbornly, if Matty was that unwell George didn’t understand why he had left and why he was lying about it.

“Babe,” Matty rasped, “I am literally in bed right now come see for yourself.”

George sighed and stood up, giving Mayhem one last pat as he did so, his phone on speaker as he made his way back into the bedroom. He turned the light on and glanced around, still not seeing Matty.

“Are you trying to gaslight me or something? I know that’s something you’ve been working on with your therapist- oh my god.” George started, breaking off when the pile of blankets in the center of the bed started to move and suddenly Matty’s big dark eyes were peeking out of the mound, the rest of his face hidden by the blanket pulled over his head. He blinked sleepily, reminding George of the soot sprites in Spirited Away, he couldn’t see the rest of Matty’s face among the blankets giving him the appearance of just a large pair of eyes.

“I’m hanging up now,” Matty said, ending the call as George started laughing, wheezing as Matty continued to stare at him from the pile.

“I had no idea you were in there,” he giggled, “god you really are fucking tiny,” he said, stepping into the room as Matty shifted, sitting up so that more of his face was visible. He had never in a million years thought the blanket pile was big enough to hide Matty.

“I resent that,” he said, “I was just really fucking cold.”

“You probably have a fever, baby,” said George, coming to press the back of his hand to Matty’s forehead as if he knew what he was feeling for. Matty let his eyes fall shut, humming softly as he leaned into George’s touch like a cat. His forehead felt hot, though George wasn’t sure if it was from the fever or the fact that Matty had been trying to suffocate himself by hiding under every piece of bedding they owned.

“Probably,” Matty agreed, snuggling back into his blankets, he cracked open his left eye again. “Also stop laughing at me, I’m ill.”

“Could you even breathe under all those blankets?!” George asked, and Matty wrinkled his nose in indignation, not bothering to respond. God, thought George, at thirty four years old Matty shouldn’t still manage to look so adorable, especially ill and unshowered, his curls greasy and askew, two day old stubble shading his jaw.

“You’re so fucking cute,” George said verbalizing his thoughts, as he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt so that he could step out of his jeans.

Matty preened as George grabbed onto the edge of one of the blankets, lifting it up so that he could climb in next to Matty. He specifically decided against commenting that Matty had settled in the bed backwards, so that his head was where their feet usually were. Matty let himself be maneuvered into George’s arms, now orientated correctly in bed as George leaned against the headboard.

Matty sighed contently, burying his face in George’s tee shirt covered chest, George’s fingers carding through his hair.

“So,” said Matty after a moment, “I should have said this before we got comfortable, but about that Lemsip you said we have...”

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fand0mfan · 9 months

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Truly in my Chaotic Fandom Era.

Today included

—loving on a lot of @amielot’s centaur Dreamling sketches and re-reading (for the umpteenth time) @moorishflower’s Those Who Have Yet To Decide

—positively drooling over @applesfallingfromblondehair’s 1975 rpf threesome-of-my-dreams, I was late, but I arrived

—watching the Red, White and Royal Blue movie on Amazon as soon as it dropped, before heading off on a break from the internet for the next 2 weeks

I used to say I was a serial monogamist in fandom, but it’s clearly POLY TIME!

#rwrb #rwrb movie #the 1975 rpf #dreamling #the sandman #i’m not even really sure there’s a throughline #¯\ (ツ) /¯#firstprince #red white and royal blue

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seeyoundoit · 1 year

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scratchy

"Are you sure?" he asked while his hand gently touched one of her cheeks.

She smiled and nodded. She must look like a crazy person right now, but she loves him so much. His concern. His beauty. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"You were just doing it, why are you asking me now?" she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She knew what all of this was about. They had already had this conversation months before. He resisted a bit, frowning in an adorable way.

"I know, babe," Ross' thumb touched her chin as he delicately moved her head to check the rest of her skin. "But your face is getting a bit red and I think it's my fault."

She had to laugh.

When it came to her and her well-being, Ross could sometimes be prone to exaggeration. She was sure her face wasn't red, nor did she feel uncomfortable in any way. C’mon, she had been kissing this same bearded man for a long time now!

"Ross, are you really going to make me ask you to kiss me?"

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"Hey, I just don't want to hurt you," this time he took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes with a smile. "But that could be fun."

"Kiss me, you idiot," she said aggressively, grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket and Ross comically opened his mouth in shock. "Please."

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ross pressed his lips firmly against hers. They both smiled into the kiss for a few seconds until Ross' arms lowered to her waist and she brought herself even closer to his body. Her fingers traced the hairs on his face slowly as she kissed his soft mouth. She thought of something she wasn't going to tell Ross anytime soon (at least not today): that scratchy feeling that lingered on her skin every time he kissed her was one of the things she loved most. In life. It was a small continuation of a moment they shared, just for her. And also a physical reminder of him. On her. When his tongue touched her lips, she snapped back to reality.

"You didn't hurt me last week, or yesterday, or just now, so just kiss me," she gave him a peck before wetting her lips in preparation for what she knew would be a delicious afternoon in the company of her boyfriend. "And never stop."

Ross grinned and thought to himself while watching her shiny lips. He felt a little bad admitting it but he knew he would be unable to stop kissing this beautiful, amazing creature whether she likes it or not. He wants her too much. He telepathically apologized for the beard burns and trapped her bottom lip with his bad, bad mouth.

#um hi?#hello ross nation #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald rpf #the 1975 ross #the 1975 fluff #the 1975 fanfic #just needed to get this out of my chest #but its so bad

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Warmest

‘Van Fic’

Warmest

Pairing: Antony Starr x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Do not read this post if you are under 18.

What to expect: Fluffy romance. New relationship. Sex. Still 18+.

Song/Fic Soundtrack: ‘The Temple of the King’ by Rainbow (1975) Listen here.

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SUMMARY: An overnight van drive where you and Antony go to the beach and spend the day there. Then build a bonfire that night and snuggle by the fire under the blankets.

Notes: Actor RPF but Antony is essentially an original character here, with the face claim of Antony Starr. Of course this is not about Antony in reality. This is fiction. I just love Antony.

Credit:Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x Moodboard by the wonderful @madhatter2727. The summary is also written by her, as this was her idea. I only tweaked the wording.

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I'm with Antony. Our drive was long, but worth it. The sounds of the wheels on dirt roads, the engine and the hum of the Temple of the King. Of course he likes anything to do with Dio. He would. It's a 70s sound. Flowing and mild. Vintage. Wiith enough guitar to take us down the gritty roads and feel pumped for the drive. His arms are on the wheel, his jaw set in concentration as I glance across to him in the sunset. When he hits the brakes and parks the van, I pull the brown cord of his surf necklace, pulling him inch by inch across the passenger's seat.

'Thank you for taking me.' I say.

He smiles as he lets me move him closer. 'I'm glad you wanted to.' His smile creating fullness around his cheeks.

'Of course I did, I love a road trip and the sea. And with you..' I pull him in and kiss him.

He turns the kiss into more. More contact, pressing brushing, his lips on mine, sighing. He kisses me one last time and unclips my seat belt.

In the day, on the beach he is constantly observant and careful with me. I sit leaning into his arms with his day old stubble scraping my face. When he pulls away then leans back in, it prickles, then the gentleness of his lips smooth over the roughness. I like him both rough and sweet. But we haven't come to that, I don't know if he's sweet and rough.

'Ok, so you know how we've only slept together once, after a long wait.. ' I say as I balance both hands on the top of his shoulders, straddling him playfully under our beach umbrella.

'Hmm I'd like to change that.' He smiles at me with a plumpness in his cheek. A pull at the corner of his lips. He changes the subject abruptly. 'I hope you're OK with my van, I'm used to it, van life , y'know, but I'm sorry if it's not the best arrangement.'

'Oh come on, I'm looking forward to it. Despite not camping much I will sleep anywhere and can cope with a bit of discomfort. So no worries if it's not a hotel. It's not meant to be right? That's the point, isn't it? I've been waiting for this trip since you invited me, and I don't regret it one bit. You don’t need to be nervous.'

His smile is cute and a bit sheepish. I know he's nervous. 'And who says we have to be in the van? ' I lean by his ear. 'I'm good with a little sand and dirt.'

'You don't mind getting a bit dirty?' He says.

'Oh no. I think I want to get a bit dirty.' I laugh and he pulls me up into his lap further.

I suddenly feel the grip of his hands on my arms, his body moving out from under me and my knees coming away from the ground. I'm on my back as he pushes me over and puts his weight on me. I hug his hips with my knees.

'But umm,' his eyes are lips are too cute and there's slight hesitation in his voice. He strokes a strand of hair away from my face as he's looking down from above me. ' Umm, so I wanted to take you out here so we can have some quality time alone. No distractions. No work. And to show you what I like to do when I have free time.This is me in my element. Just my van, my board, the waves, and - ' he pauses looking at me intently, 'and you.' He finishes the sentence quietly then leans down to my mouth with an asymmetric lip and a dreamy eye.

At the touch of his lips I kiss him back and he opens his mouth, licking into mine. Warm and gentle. I press my hand over his left cheekbone, then into his hair and round the back of his neck. His hips flatten against mine as he relaxes and lays on top of me.

'You know I haven't invited anyone camping with me, for a long time. I can't remember the last time I have.' He says.

'Do you like to be alone? I can understand that.'

'I do, but I haven't taken a woman with me for ages.'

'Is that why you were worried I wouldn't like it? You know me I'll take the long, route and climb instead of walk if it's more interesting than the simpler way.'

'Hmm, yea not everyone likes hanging with me in my van.'

I kiss him this time.With the aim of melting away his doubts. 'I'll hang out with you in your van whenever!'

'Mmm, OK good. That's settled then,' he laughs, 'but really it's important to me you that you have a good time.'

'I am,' I smile up at him, 'you wanna surf I'll wait with maxine here?'

'I do, but I wanna stay with you for a bit more first.'

'No, go now, I don't want you to drown cause your brain is occupied with something else!' I tease him. I push a handful of sand below his belt.

'Oh that's too naughty!' His New Zealand accent comes out so clear when he's playful.

'Look, now you definitely have to change into your suit with all this sand in your pants!' I say.

'Or, I'll just take them off. You can't stop me right?'

'I won't stop you!' I say in the sweetest voice I can. I help him push his O'Neil vest above his hips and up. I land my hands over his chest and play with his necklace as he undressed me, and doesn't let me get up until I don't know or care that we're outdoors, or than anyone might appear on the scenic route we've stopped on. The sand doesn't bother me anymore, all I care about is feeling him, kissing him and touching him. He's really loving and I melt underneath him. His jaw is brushing past my face, this side and that. His lips touch my neck and I slow kiss him, making me forget everything.

'I love you.' He whispers in my ear.

The sparks are tender, softly going out before they land. His hands are warm. It's now midnight and Antony is scooping me up in his arms. He's tired, and he snuggles. I love it when he snuggles up to me. He uses me like a comfort blanket. Pulling me up to him, closer until there's no space left and I rest back against his chest and shoulders. The salt air is harsh. It weathers the rocks and the coast. Sea spray lapping and shaping, influencing to fall aseep to it's sounds.

Antony loves the search for a good spot to camp. He showed me the sandy beach, where we stepped through the dunes and broken shells. We held hands and we kissed on the shore at dusk. He told me he loves me. The excitement of the day wearing down but spiralling into a quiet storm within my chest. Thinking of and anticipating our night under the stars. His van is there if we need it, but he's good here. It's his norm. I'm good as long as I'm with him. The waves lapping our time away hour by hour. It counts our hours, not counting down but growing in number.

I count the hours since he told me and I didn't say it back. He still holds me close as the wind moves past us. Wrapped in blankets and warmed by the bonfire he made. I watched him build it with a pride on my face.

He didn't ask me to say it back. He just told me he loved me. To tell me. So that I would know.

'This is so amazing. I'm so warm and snuggly. And all thanks to you.' I say.

'As long as you're happy. And I've got you here.' He's hugging me from behind and he kisses my cheek nestling his chin on my shoulder. We listen to the sounds of the outdoors, the seagulls and the seafoam and the crackle of the fire.

'I could fall asleep here.' I tell him.

'If you want to, I'll stay awake and watch over you.' He strokes my hair.

I sit up a bit and turn around to face him, crossing my legs. I look at his eyes. 'Im not just warm cause of the fire, but I must say, I'm impressed with your bonfire building skills.' I laugh.

He smiles. His signature nervous smile.

'You're so cute right now. I say.'

He blushes even under the glow of the fire. I trace a finger under his jaw holding him by his chin. 'But...' I look down to his eyes again. 'I'm warmest because I love you too.'

He looks taken aback, almost relieved. He wraps his arms around me tight. He breathes me in and I fall asleep in his embrace.

I wake up in a different place. Under a roof. With the moonlight streaming through gaps in the curtains. In Antony's van. I'm covered in a blanket and his arms. My head is resting on his chest. I twist my fingers around the cord on his necklace, then trying not to wake him, I move my hand down his bare chest. He's sleeping in boxers, and I nestle my hand just underneath the waistband. He smells of bonfire smoke and cologne.

#antony starr #antony starr x reader #antony starr fanfic #antony starr rpf #homelander #shootingstarrs #antonystarrfanfic

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the ask about gabbriette following a chef is so funny because what is the bet that (unfortunately) everyone here is following at least one zionist whether it be lana del ray, jack black or whoever so to criticise her based on one follow?

on a different note, bfiafl chapter 5!!!!

omg it was so good and i love how matty and joshua get along and how incredibly evident that matty would still do literally anything for amelia :( and the slap? and what follows? so incredibly hot but also emotionally destroying that the only way he can cum is through punishment and pain and how even his pleasure is painful :( it made me want to sob i had to put my phone down for a second to process that ending because i dread to think what it was like for him after she left

i also saw mention the thing about fanfic feeling weird and fully yeah. i initially wanted to not read and 1975 fanfic because i thought it would be weird to read rpf again (i used to read a shit ton of fall out boy fanfic then other bands but after mainly read fully fiction) but then read one that circulated twitter and then the rest of the one shots in the collection and then went on ao3 'just to look' and now here we are but i guess the thing is whether you fully buy into it and ship it and be weird about it or if its just a fun thing but i honestly still haven't figured out why i cant not read fanfic but fanfic has existed for decades so its by no means a new thing to find weird

more personally though, i went christmas shopping today and it made me really emotional (mainly because of the evocative playlist) because i dont know who to buy presents or what to buy because as much as i should be seeing all of my friends from sixth form i dont really care much about them? like its always such an effort to see each other and as much as theyre lovely and im 'in contact' with them i dont really care much about them that much in comparison to my uni friends because i dont think they've been great friends? i feel like maybe im being harsh because they havent done anything wrong. but its also so many people to buy for and no one has mentioned secret santa. its nust really stressing me out because because i have already spent a fortune and have three gifts to crochet let alone another seven people to sort out and three missed birthdays

im so sorry for yapping so much but if you want i have a couple very pretty photos from this evening!! i also do genuinely want to know how you have been doing especially after the last couple weeks. i hope now chapter five is out you feel less like you're an incapable writer? because you are definitely not!!

Yeah, I mean, it’s weird how some people hold Matty’s partners to a totally different standard than ordinary humans. Also like…all Gabriette does is mind her business. Why can’t people let her live!

Oh my gosh thank you so so much for reading and for caring about what I write and the characters and everything this is such a generous and perfect reading 🥹💗💗 it makes me so happy when people pick up on stuff like that cuz that’s definitely what I had in mind but I never know if it’s coming across or not so thank youuuuuu 🩷🩷🩷

Honestly? If you think about it, most “great literature” is fanfic LMAO. Greco-Roman culture is mostly people shipping different gods and Demi gods and whatnot hahahaha. And then Chaucer and Shakespeare, Donne, Marlowe, etc. all wrote fanfics of ancient literature, medieval British history, Roman war fanfics etc. like I don’t get the stigma around it at all. It can be empowering and a way to forge community and tell stories that you would otherwise not have the tools for or the readership. So…why the fuck not.

No, I totally understand what you mean. I think that sometimes the friends that you make when you’re younger are just through convenience and stuff. Like you’re in the same class together for a lot of the time and you get to know each other. Over time it becomes a thing of “history” like sure they’re so different from you as personalities etc. but you’ve known them for so long and you’ve all put up with each other so it kind of just…happens. Then you go off to uni, you mature personally and intellectually and begin to meet more like minded people etc. and form friendships on different bases. It’s totally natural to feel differently about your previous friends now. It’s part of growing up. Some friendships stay. Some fizzle and come back around later in life. Others just kinda….end. And there’s no one right way to do it for everyone!

Yes yes yes yes I wanna see those pics!!!

I’m pushing through. Honestly I don’t know what’s going on but my mental health just can’t seem to improve lmao. Sure I’ve had bad days before, but not this bad and not for this long. Oh well.

Nah I still want to burn everything I’ve ever written and delete it off the internet. Chapter 5 ESPECIALLY. The pacing just ISNT RIGHT. But I genuinely ran out of ways to fix it so I just let it go. Maybe I just lack the skill set to tell the particular story that I’m trying to tell? Like I don’t even know at this point. Or maybe it’s the depression self-hate talking? It’ll be fine I guess. We’ll have to wait and see lol.

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Books of 2023

Book 33 of 2023

Title: Combat Recon Authors: Robert D. Parrish ISBN: 9780312927134 Tags: A-1 Skyraiders, AC-47 Spooky, B-52 Stratofortress, Dust off, F-4 Phantom II, FAC, Medevac helicopter, Nungs, O-1 Bird Dog, Rangers, US USA 14th Infantry Regiment, US USA 14th Infantry Regiment - 2/14, US USA 14th Infantry Regiment - 2/14 - A Co, US USA 14th Infantry Regiment - 2/14 - B Co, US USA 1st ID, US USA 25th ID, US USA ASA Army Security Agency, US USA LRRP Team (Vietnam War), US USA United States Army, US USMC United States Marine Corps, USN LCM-8 Mike Boat, VNM 1968 Tet Offensive (1968) (Vietnam War), VNM An My, VNM An Son, VNM Ap Dong, VNM Ap Nha Viec, VNM Ba Lua River, VNM Ban Me Thuot, VNM Battle of Saigon (1968) (Tet Offensive) (Vietnam War), VNM Bien Hoa, VNM Binh Duong Province, VNM Binh Long Province, VNM Bo Duc, VNM Bung, VNM Chon Thanh, VNM Cu Chi, VNM DRV NVA 33rd Regiment, VNM DRV NVA 33rd Regiment - 1/33, VNM DRV NVA North Vietnamese Army, VNM DRV VC 271st Regiment, VNM DRV VC 272nd Regiment, VNM DRV VC 273rd Regiment, VNM DRV VC 2nd Dong Nai Regiment, VNM DRV VC 2nd Dong Nai Regiment - 2nd Bn, VNM DRV VC 95-C Regiment, VNM DRV VC 9th Division, VNM DRV VC Phu Loi Bn, VNM DRV VC Viet Cong, VNM Go Chua, VNM Hau Nghia, VNM Highway 13, VNM Highway 21, VNM Highway 8-A, VNM III Corps (Vietnam War), VNM Iron Triangle (Vietnam War), VNM Lai Khe, VNM Lai Khe - Claymore Corners (Vietnam War), VNM Lam Son, VNM Lam Son - MAT-70 Gosney Compound (Vietnam War), VNM Lam Son Secret Zone (Vietnam War), VNM LBJ Long Binh Jail - USARVIS US Army Vietnam Installation Stockade (Vietnam War), VNM Loc Ninh, VNM Long Binh Post (Vietnam War), VNM Nha Trang, VNM Operation Arc Light (1965-1973) (Vietnam War), VNM Paris Tan Quy, VNM Phu Cuong, VNM Phu Hoa, VNM Phu Hoa Dong, VNM Phu Huu, VNM Phu Loi, VNM Phu Van, VNM Phuoc Long Province, VNM Rach Tra, VNM RVN ARVN 1st Armored Cavalry Sqd, VNM RVN ARVN 5th ID, VNM RVN ARVN 5th ID - 5th Recon Co., VNM RVN ARVN 5th ID - G-2 Recondo Co, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 1/7, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 3/7, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 3/7 - 10th Co, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 3/7 - 11th Co, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 3/7 - 9th Co, VNM RVN ARVN 7th Regiment - 4/7, VNM RVN ARVN 8th Regiment, VNM RVN ARVN 8th Regiment - 1/8, VNM RVN ARVN 8th Regiment - 4/8, VNM RVN ARVN 9th Regiment, VNM RVN ARVN 9th Regiment - 3/9, VNM RVN ARVN An Son Camp, VNM RVN ARVN Army of the Republic of Vietnam, VNM RVN ARVN Paris Tan Quy Camp, VNM RVN ARVN Phu Hoa Compound, VNM RVN ARVN RF/PF Regional Forces/Popular Forces (Vietnam War), VNM RVN ARVN Tan Thanh Dong Camp, VNM RVN ARVN Vietnamese Rangers - Biet Dong Quan, VNM RVN Chieu Hoi Program/Force 66 - Luc Luong 66 (Vietnam War), VNM RVN Kit Carson Scouts (Vietnam War), VNM RVN Nguyen Van Thieu, VNM RVN SVNAF South Vietnamese Air Force, VNM RVN VNN Republic of Vietnam Navy, VNM RVN VNN River Patrol Force, VNM RVN VNN RPF RAG River Assault Group, VNM Saigon River, VNM Tam Ne, VNM Tan Hoa, VNM Tan Thanh Dong, VNM The Hook (Vietnam War), VNM Thi Tinh Stream, VNM US MACV Advisory Team 70 (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Advisory Teams (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV CORDS Civil Operations and Revolutionary Development Support (1967-1975) (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Military Assistance Command Vietnam (Vietnam War), VNM US UH-1 Huey Firefly Missions (Vietnam War), VNM US USA 93rd Evacuation Hospital - Long Binh (Vietnam War), VNM US USA Phu Loi Air Base (Vietnam War), VNM Vietnam, VNM Vietnam War (1955-1975) Rating: ★★★★ (4 Stars) Subject: Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.ARVN, Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Specops.ARVN, Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.US Army.Advisor

Description: In 1968, Parrish became a legend among the Vietnamese troops he was sent to train. From setting up ambushes to dropping grenades from the back of a plane to plunging into one ground fight after another, he took extraordinary chances and broke every rule in the book to wage a war few other Americans dared. "A dead honest, often riveting memoir".--Kirkus. Photographs. Martin's.

Review: Let me start by saying this was a really good book, and I'm sorry that we never got a follow up of his time with an Army unit. Well written, engaging, and informative, it was a nice complement to Combat Advisor by Carl Farren.

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tysm for tagging me in this danny ( @airbrushfather) i’ve never done an ask game before this is exciting!

Last song-

a thousand bad times by post malone (could not tell you any of the lyrics to it i do not listen to him whatsoever but that noah kahan song that featured him came out yesterday and so today i was just like? remember that period last year when you obsessively listened to that one post malone album and enjoyed it? so i listened to it and then i finished that one and moved on to a different album of his that i don’t think i’ve listened to before and i’m on circles now, which is the song after atbt so here we are! this is a very random comparison but i feel like charli xcx and post malone have similar vibes)

Currently watching-

fuck all, really (i’m more of a youtube person than a movie/tv person currently but hey, shoot me a recommendation if you’ve got a movie/show you want to talk about! it’s the holidays rn and i’ve got nothing better to do)

Currently reading-

american psycho (i’ve been struggling through it for the past like four months, i’ve set a deadline for myself that i have to finish it by friday because it’s been too. long. and i do want to finish it! it’s just a hard read. i’ve also read a shit ton of hockey rpf lately i just don’t know what the most recent one i’ve read is- probably something by @/hard4softthings bc they’re just so good!

Current obsession-

hockey! so much hockey. i used to be suuuuper obsessed with the 1975 but i sort of lost interest with them after that gross podcast matty did and then in april i went to a kraken game and that’s sort of been it from there!

i have no one to tag uhhhh @silverscribble do you want to give this a go? no pressure or anything but if you’re so inclined!

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His room smelled stale, unlived in, and it looked exactly how it had when Matty left it. The same clothes piled up on the bed. The same book laid face down on his bedside table. The same overflowing ashtray on the window sill. He’d half expected George to have relished the opportunity to organize and clean everything while he was away. But it looked as though George had simply closed the door and walked away, as if Matty had died and needed to be memorialized. He opened up the window, letting in frigid but fresh air. He pushed the clothes off the bed and onto the floor. He stretched himself out on the bed, lying flat on his back, feeling as if he were in a sort of limbo. The room fit him oddly, like an old suit, somehow both too small and too big. He didn’t feel like himself but he didn’t feel like someone else. He felt like no one.

we'll knock around and see - chapter nine on AO3

#fic #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #ross macdonald rpf #matty and ross #matty and george #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #we'll knock around and see #big weekend series #i love this chapter but i am nervous about it #also god i hate this header/moodboard but it is what it is

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 8 months

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this feeling, guess the meaning - chapter 1

It’s one of those things that you normally only see in films, falling in love with your best mate. Something far-fetched and unrealistic and mind-bendingly troublesome that surely no-one in real life would ever actually put themselves through.

Right?

Read it on AO3

and you can find the (very important) companion playlist here

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Chapters: 2/9 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Hospitalization, Drug Abuse, Suicide Attempt Series: Part 1 of The Infection 'Verse Summary:

“I don’t like going there,” Matty responded, jutting his chin out with false confidence. He didn’t have many clear memories of going to A&E, but the hazy snippets were from a dark time. He was sixteen and downed an entire bottle of his mother’s sleeping pills. He was twenty one and had alcohol poisoning. He was twenty four and broke his wrist, falling while a toxic mix of drunk and high. He was twenty six and he ODed for the first time. He was twenty seven and George had broken his shoulder, Matty sitting shaking with fear and withdrawal in the waiting room. He was twenty seven and ODed a second time. He was twenty seven and admitted to detox. He was twenty eight and had relapsed. He was thirty and had food poisoning, throwing up everything he had ever even considered eating ever. He really didn’t want to go to A&E.

The nine times Matty went to A&E and why he doesn't want to go now.

AKA The A&E Fic™️

#allylikethecat #rid me of the blues #infection verse #the infection verse #the infection fic verse #the a&e fic #matty fic #gatty #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 rpf #hurt/comfort #please let me know what you think!!#comments kudos and tumblr asks are very much appreciated!

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Day 5 Reveals!

Go your own way [text, audio] (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) written by oddishly, performed by greedy_dancer Summary: "Never left," said Ed. After the Tone (SHINee) written by halotolerant, performed by knight_tracer Summary: Key leaves a message A (Confirmed) Knight Bachelor [text, audio] (Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)) written by Verecunda, performed by peasina Summary: Sir Lancelot rather regrets bringing Prince Herbert along on the quest with him. But when the prince is captured by a lascivious brigand, he finds himself faced with a choice that will determine his true quality as a knight. (With apologies to Chrétien de Troyes.) The Late Little Lotus [text, audio] (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by Ammo_Writes, performed by nonminus Summary: Wei Ying is ten and there is going to be a new Young Master of Lotus Pier. Wei Ying is very excited. He's always wanted to be a big brother. Press L in the Chat (for Love) (Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)) written by Phoenix_Soar, performed by chamyl, Djapchan, JoseyxNeko, Literarion, SkyAsimaru, snakeandmoon, Starlightdreamerstar, thundercrackpod, WaldosAkimbo, and wargoddess9 Summary: Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU Memory and Desire (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)) written by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, performed by PhenomenalAsterisk Summary: Jim presents as on omega on Tarsus and his experiences there color his whole view on his secondary gender for the worse. It takes multiple years and good friends to help him see that maybe heats aren't the worst thing that can happen to someone. Or fiveish times Jim Kirk went into heat alone and despised every minute + 1 time he trusted someone enough to voluntarily share his heat The Haus Official Ship Names (Check Please! (Webcomic)) written by sweaters_in_the_summer, performed by Amanita_Fierce, cottagepodfics, dairaliz, dessertwaffles, HowOldAreWe, hullomoon, JanuariumPods, Paradoxe1914, petrodobreva, poddingthemost, RattleandHum, sunlightsymphony, and wi22iou Summary: “I’m sorry, what?!” “Hockey RPF, it means real per…” “I know what that means. Before that.” “Zimbits?” he replies with a laugh. “Mmmhmmm.” Bitty narrows his eyes. ———— A highly intellectual discussion of ship names: the real, the hypothetical, the fucking unpronounceable. the story between you and me (人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by deepestbluesky, performed by DOA333 Summary: Luo-shixiong, Thank you for all your help with my latest work. Your expertise really helped write some of the key scenes, and I think it will really help make it stand out from the similar works many people are writing now. I would like to ask for your advice on a different matter as well. Your general has been ambushing me on many of my night hunts. Do you have a suggestion for how I could make her go away? Thank you again for your help. Liu Mingyan that peace like a river [text, audio] (Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)) written by hopelessgemini, performed by roseszain Summary: it’s dark. too dark. jesper rolls out of bed, groaning as he does, and lifts the curtains. nothing. no light pouring from the windows of the apartment next to his, illuminating the street below. no soft sounds of classical music, no shadows of movement tracing the shapes of the trees. just darkness, and silence. or, jesper's weird classical-music playing neighbour with no concept of a sleep schedule goes silent, and then he runs into him in a coffee shop, and everything gets gayer from there. Captain Janeway’s guide to dealing with intruders on your ship (Star Trek: Voyager) written by alchemicink, performed by bluedreaming Summary: Every Starfleet captain has to deal with intruders on their ship at some point. 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burning slowly

The pub wasn't as crowded as other times. But to be fair, Ross had never came on a Wednesday night before.

After more than five days holed up in the studio, George couldn't take it anymore. They had to go out for a drink or he'd take off wherever the hell Charli was and they wouldn't see him for a week. Matty playfully asked him if he was going to leave for Florida and George just rolled his eyes. This was pretty serious.

Ross was also starting to feel the pressure from the demands of the new album. He could feel the tension in the room, in the demeanor of the guys. He needed a break too. Needed to get out of the studio, feel the fresh air on his face and forget for a few hours the madness their lives had become these past weeks.

More than anything, he needed to see you. Be with you.

He missed the warmth of your hand in his and looking into your eyes while hearing the soft sound of your voice telling him how everything's gonna be alright, no matter what.

So he can't help but smile when your laughter echoes through the walls of this pub. Matty and George are sitting in front of you, most likely talking crazy shit. But he can't quite focus on what they're saying because he can't take his eyes off you.

Over there at the back table, it's like you're shining.

There is a light in you that comes from within. And it attracted him from the very first moment he saw you. The way you move, the way you speak, how you left everything behind after getting his call (“Of course I’ll go! I’ll go wherever you are right now. I miss you like crazy, baby”). Light, light, light.

"Here you go, mate."

The voice of the bartender snapped Ross out of his reverie and handed him the pints he ordered.

When he approached the table, Adam got up to help him with the glasses he was carrying.

"You look delighted,” Adam said quietly, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little smile.

Caught. Whatever. He's too far gone to try and hide it now.

“More like an idiot but it is what it is, I guess," Ross smiled back while sitting beside you.

When you felt his presence, paying attention to Matty and George became a difficult task. Especially when Ross got really close to you, his denim rubbing your leg.

God only knows how much you've missed him.

You looked at him and noticed that he was already watching you, adoring crinkly eyes just for you. Without needing to say a word he made all the nights missing him when you went to bed and the lonely breakfasts in the morning fade away. If you could, you'd kiss him square on the mouth right now. But with this audience, you settle for a touch of your lips on his cheek.

"Oh, fuck me! I know you can do better than that," Matty practically shouts and George just looks at him funny before looking at you and Ross again. "It's true! I've seen the two of them when they think nobody's watching."

"You're a creep."

You hardly register who made the comment because a very animated Ross has put his hand on your thigh now and is playing with the hem of your skirt. So, again, you have to pretend you're not affected by this and really focus on the conversation. You don't miss the cheeky grin he's sporting while drinking his beer though.

"Anyway, we're glad you could join us tonight," Adam said to you courteously.

"Especially that one!" Matty pointed at Ross across the table, smirking.

"Very glad," Ross blushed a little and whispered only to you, "thank you for coming, love."

Dropping the shy act rather quickly, Ross pressed his thumb under the hem this time and felt the softness of your skin with little swipes. You think he's just testing you at this point. Being this bold while his friends are present, after days of not being with each other.

Or maybe he's burning. Just like you.

While pondering on this, you noticed George is waving at the door at the front of the pub and more of the band is arriving. Soon you'll need to find a bigger tabl–

"Come here," Ross lifted you and put you on his lap with ease. You were a bit shy and to be honest a little turned on so you gave him a funny expression, at least that's what he thought. All while trying to look innocent and keep up the charade. "More people are coming. Should we not make room?"

"We should," you said while putting your arms around his shoulders. And since him and much less you won't let this go, you put your face close to his and whispered. "Are you cracking, my love?"

With one hand over your thigh and the other holding your hip, he grinned seductively. "Maybe I am".

You gave him a lingering kiss, on the lips this time, feeling drunk on the booze and the feeling of his hands on you after so many days.

"Do you get to go home tonight?" you asked hopefully.

He melted inside and gave you a long lustful look.

"Definitely."

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