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Trick or Treat! // Dad!Matty x Reader

A/N: You guys seemed to still want this even though I’m late to the party, so here you go! I also couldn’t find a picture to perfectly suit Mattys costume so the classic skeleton costume it is 😪

W/C: 1,997 words

C/W: None xx

Pumpkins glowed warmly on the porch of your home, and you could hear the colourful leaves crunching underfoot outside as excited kids went from door to door trick or treating.

Inside your home, the soft glow of fairy lights that Matty insisted on putting up set a whimsical scene to the normally bland home, and it brought so much comfort to you.

"Look, Mummy! Look at me! I'm Tutter!" Rosie announced excitedly when she found you drinking a cup of tea at the kitchen island. She twirled in her fluffy blue costume, her eyes wide with excitement. 

The big ears and tail bounced as she moved, and she grinned from ear to ear. Clearly very proud and confident within her costume choice.

You smiled, though a twinge of discomfort reminded you of your fast approaching due date as your tried to bend down to meet your daughter at eye level.

"Oh, my beautiful baby girl! You look so cute!" You couldn't help but aggressively kiss her cheek, causing Rosie to giggle adorably at your affection. "Are you ready for your first real Halloween, baby?" 

Rosie nodded enthusiastically, her smile infectious, identical to her fathers. You felt a rush of love just from looking at her, but you worried if you would be able to keep up with her energy all night due to the situation you're in.

Just then, Matty walked in, his face lighting up at the sight of his daughter. He was dressed a Bear from Bear and the Big Blue House, matching his Rosie who was dressed as her favourite character from the show she was so overly obsessed with. 

You tried not to bust out laughing at the sight of him, wearing a brown fuzzy onesie and fuzzy ears, but you knew how much this meant to him. It being his last Halloween with his first baby girl, he wanted to give Rosie 110%.

"Oh my god! RoRo! You're the best Tutter I've ever seen!" He exclaimed, kneeling down to her level.

"Daddy, look at my tail!" Rosie twirled again, giggling continuously.

"The tail is incredible! Now, I think it's time to go out and show it off to everyone, how about that, hm?" Matty grinned, his excitement matching hers. 

Matty turned to you, instantly noticing how you didn't seem as excited for Trick or Treating as you have been the other years, and you could see the concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you sure you're feeling okay to join us?" 

You hesitated for a moment, glancing down at your round belly. "I want to be there, for Rosie, but... I don't want to slow you both down."

Matty smiled gently, wrapping an arm around you. "I've got this one, love. You can keep the sweet stash safe for us later on."

"Matty Healy, you're an absolute star!" you said, utterly relieved. "Just make sure she doesn't eat all the sweets at once, because I don't think either of us are in the mood to have a sick Tutter on our hands tonight." You joked, but both you and Matty knew you were being serious.

"Aye aye Captain!" Matty joked back, leaning in to place a soft and warm kiss on your lips.

You watched as Matty led Rosie out the door, her little bucket clutched tightly in her little hand. You couldn't help but get emotional as you watched the two of them walk down the short driveway, the porch light illuminating their excited faces, both matching in their cosy costumes, walking safely hand in hand.

As the evening wore on, you settled into the couch with a warm blanket, listening out for any Trick or Treaters that stopped by. You imagined Matty and Rosie, holding hands as the navigate their way around the creatively decorated houses, Matty telling stories as Bear to keep your little one entertained.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally heard a pair of keys jingling at the door, the door swinging open to be faced with, to your surprise, a very sleepy Rosie in Matty's arms. Her eyes drooping but trying with all her energy she had left to keep them open just to see you.

"Mummy, I got so many sweets." She yawned tiredly when she saw you approaching them in the hall. Her bucket was nearly overflowing, and you were quick to take it out of her hands since it looked like she was about to drop it any second due to how drained she was.

Matty chuckled as he tried to sleep Rosie's shoes off while keeping her close to his body. This exact move was something that both of you had perfected over time. "And, I snagged a few from the neighbours. They loved giving out extra to Bear and Tutter. Clearly I still make the ladies swoon." Matty smirked, knowing that even though he was walking a fine line with that comment, you'd just roll your eyes and try to hold back a smile.

Which is exactly what you ended up doing.

"Alright, little one, let's get you settled on the couch for a while, hm? Tonight is a special occasion after all." Matty pressed a kiss to her cheek as she let out the sweetest yawn you'd ever heard. Even though she was now four, she still yawned like she did when she was a tiny baby.

After Matty placed Rosie down gently on the couch, wrapping her up in the blanket you'd only just had wrapped around you, you and Matty sorted through her sweet stash, the two of you giving each other the eyes when you saw something that you could maybe steal once she went up to bed.

Rosie tried her best recounter every detail from her little adventure, but she'd stop midsentence to fall asleep for a minute, and then continue like nothing happened. You looked over at Matty, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't admiring him like your life depended on it.

The way his eyes glistened and the way lips held a soft and loving smile as he patiently waited for Rosie to finish her storytelling in between minute long power naps. He was made to be a dad to your daughter, no doubt about it. You don't think you've ever seen someone love someone so small with as much strength as he does. 

Especially not in a Bear in the Big Blue House costume, that's for sure.

Suddenly, after another moment of silence, Rosie found the last bit of energy she had to perk up and ask Matty a question.

"Can we do this every year, Daddy?" Rosie quizzed him, her eyes wide and shining with so much hope.

"Absolutely, Flower! As long as we're together, Halloween will always be as fun as this one." Matty replied, his voice warm and assuring.

"Even with the baby?" She yawned, the energy drifting away from her once more.

Matty stopped for a moment, his heart clearly hurting at her question and the thought of it not being just Rosie anymore eating him up a little bit.

"I promise, sweetheart. I wouldn't let you down like that."

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After the excitement of Halloween, you and Matty quietly managed to get Rosie to bed. With each of you giving her a kiss to the forehead and making sure she's tucked in properly, you tiptoed out of her room, closing the door softly behind you.

The house felt so peaceful, the only sound being Matty opening a bottle of beer for himself and the rustling of sweet wrappers. He stretched his arms above his head as he plopped down onto the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh. "That was so much fun." he said, a smile still lingering on his face. "I can't believe how much Rosie loved it."

You nodded, a warmth spreading in your chest as Matty's left hand automatically rested on you large baby bump. "She's growing up so fast. I can't comprehend how this was her first proper Halloween."

Matty's smile faded slightly at your words, the thought of your daughter being five years old the next time Halloween roles around making him feel weird, and slightly old.

You settled into his side while his hand traced soothing circles over his bump, his other hand trying to wrap a blanket around both of your shoulders. As he handed you a handful of sweets that he managed to snag from the neighbours, you both settled on a horror movie to watch, the screen flickering to life with eerie music.

A few moments passed in silence and comforting touches, but you sensed something was weighing on Matty's mind. Finally, he looked down at you, his expression serious. "Can I talk to you about something, love?"

"Of course!" you said, concerned. "What's on that mind of yours, hm?"

Matty hesitated, his brows furrowing slightly. "I've been thinking about what Rosie said earlier. About next Halloween, you know? With the new baby coming and everything. I just worry I won't be able to give Rosie the same magical experience she so badly wants. What if I let her down?"

You felt you heart ache for him, knowing how much he wanted to be the perfect dad. You reached out, cupping his face in your hand. "Matty, you've already given her the most amazing memories. This Halloween was so special for her because of you. Remember her little face when she first saw you dressed as Bear? That's what it's all about, darling."

He smiled softly at the memory, but he still seemed troubled. "But next year... We'll both be busy with the baby, and I don't want Rosie to feel like we're forgetting about her."

"Baby, listen." you said, letting go of his face to squeeze his hand. "There's a lot of love to go around in this little family of ours. Us having another baby doesn't mean we'll have less love to give Rosie. It means more love, more fun, and even more new amazing memories together."

Matty nodded slowly, his eyes softening and shoulders easing. "I just want to make sure she feels special, too. I don't want her to think she's not our number one anymore."

"Matty, she'll always be our number one. It's just now we'll have another number one added to that." You assured him, resting your head on his shoulder once again. "We'll always find ways to include both of our babies. Just imagine the joy of celebrating Halloween as a family of four. I promise you, she's going to love every second of being a big sister, especially since she's still so young."

As the movie played on, you could feel the tension physically leave him. "You're right." he said, a smile creeping back onto his face. "We've got this whole parents of two thing in the bag."

"Oh, absolutely! Besides," You teased, "you'll have double the reasons to dress up next year. Tutter and Bear, round two! Maybe we can dress Baba up as Ojo!"

Matty laughed, the sound so incredibly infectious. "I can already see it. Two little ones tugging at my ears, demanding another fun sized Twix. It'll be chaotic, but so fucking worth it."

You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body beside you. "And just think of all the memories we'll make. How could that not bring a smile to your face."

With the flickering light of the movie casting shadows around the room, you both felt a sense of calm. You had each other, you had Rosie, and soon, you would welcome another little one into your family.

As you both finished the last of the sweets, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, the love you shared would always shine through, creating a lifetime of magical moments together.

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I got an ask and I’m so conflicted because I could write so much with the topic but I fear I’m not well educated enough on the topic and what if it’s triggering and I don’t want to get cancelled HELP PLS!!!!!

[kate-the1975]

I have a dad!Matty trick or treat oneshot that I never got to post because I was on holidays for Halloween. Is it too late to post it now or would people still want it? 😭😭

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Anything is a dildo if you put your mind to it 🫶

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This is actually so accurate, god bless 🫶🫶

Great

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In Paris and feeling very fertile.

Where tf is Matty at?

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NEW THEME YIPPEEEEEEEE

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Bump in the Night… Pt.2 (promptober) // George Daniel x Reader

A/N: A lovely reader in the comments of the 1st part said I should a write a Pt.2 with lil Baba Daniel so obviously I couldn’t help myself!!! X

W/C: 1,528 words

C/W: One use of the word fuck ✌️xoxo

The sun was beginning to set as George adjusted the rear-view mirror, glancing back at the tiny car seat securely fastened in the back. Inside it, your newborn son, Theo, was blissfully asleep, oblivious to the world outside. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived; you two were bringing your baby boy home.

"Can you believe there's three of us now." You spoke softly, a warm smile spreading across your face.

George chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "It feels surreal. Like, just look at him! He's perfect!" He replied, stealing another glance at Theo.

You couldn't help but giggle, your nerves slowly dissipating. "Perfect chaos awaits us, I think."

George smiled at you, leaning across to press a sweet kiss to your lips before starting up the car, finally setting of to the comfort of your home that you'd been missing for what seemed like a very long and draining two days.

As George pulled up to your shared home, the familiar sight brought on a strong sense of comfort to the both of you. George quickly hopped out of the car, opening the door for you and opening the door to carefully lift Theo from his car seat straight after, holding him close to his chest as gently as he could.

As the two of you walked inside, the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. A beautiful bouquet of Rose's that Matty and Gabbriette had left in your house yesterday evening with the spare key George had trusted them with when you went into Labour.

Your bedroom had been transformed into a cosy nursery. A changing table your mother had bought in the corner of the room and a soft bedside cot adorned with a comfortable blanket George's mother had crocheted attached to your side of the bed.

George placed Theo gently in his cot, marvelling at how small and fragile he looked. "This is it. Our little family." He said, voice thick with emotion.

"Yeah" You breathed, eyes misting over as you took in the scene in front of you, walking over to George, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. "Home at last."

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As evening fell, the two of you settled into a new routine. The soft hum of the baby monitor accompanied the sounds of your voices as you and George cooed over Theo, changing his nappy and feeding him. The calm wrapped around the two of you nicely, but it was short-lived.

Within an hour of Theo being put to bed, he began to stir. The noise of his little movements being picked up by the baby monitor that sat beside you and George in the living room.

The soft gurgles quickly turned into whimpers, and soon, full-fledged cries echoed through the house. The peaceful atmosphere quickly melting away with worry and the need to coddle your baby.

"Shit. Is that our baby?" George spoke, wide-eyed.

"No, it's the fucking neighbours baby. Obviously it's our baby George!" You whispered with a sudden temper, nearly as an act to hide the nerves creeping into your voice.

The two of you jumped up to your feet, making a b-line up the stairs and into your bedroom as Theo's wails grew louder. And quickly, the reality of parenthood started to set in.

"Hey, buddy, I've got you." George spoke, rushing over to the crib. He carefully lifted Theo, holding him close to his chest. "Hey little guy, it's just us. Just me and Mummy."

But Theo wasn't calming down. Instead, he squirmed and cried harder, his tiny fists clenched.

You instantly put your hands out for George to pass Theo to you, which of course he did immediately. You rubbed his back gently, whispering soft shushes to try and lull him back to sleep. "Maybe he's hungry? Or needs a change?"

"I'll go make a bottle, you stay here." George replied, his voice steady, but the eagerness in his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"Okay, love. I'll check his nappy." You ushered out, moving quickly over to the changing table, trying to manage your own panic while exuding confidence.

The two of you had read all the books, watched all the educational parenting videos, went to (two) prenatal classes, but now being faced with reality, it felt overwhelming.

As George prepared the bottle in the kitchen, you gently changed Theo's nappy, the tiny movements making your heart ache with love. With a clean nappy on, Theo eventually calmed down but only slightly, now letting out soft whimpers instead of full cries.

George eventually returned after what felt like a lifetime, a bottle in hand, and the two of you took turns feeding him whenever he'd get fussy being held by the same person. George held Theo close against his chest once he was fed and burped, sweetly singing to him with his softest voice. "You're okay, mate. Me and Mummy have got you. I promise." He whispered to your baby boy once the song was over. Your heart aching with so much love it was practically painful.

"I think he likes your singing." You teased, a smile breaking through the exhaustion.

"Or maybe he hates it." George deadpanned, eyes twinkling. "Just trying to keep my dad points up."

The smile you gave George was so wide it made your cheeks ache. You couldn't wrap your mind around the reality of George being a father, and a father to your son that you two have had together at that.

"He's so tiny." You whispered, tracing a fingertip over Theo's tiny hand that was wrapped around George's large thumb.

The two of you took turns holding him, savouring every little sound and sigh that slipped from his tiny lips, and somehow, managed to eventually get him back to sleep.

If you had to pinpoint how, it'd probably be your gentle humming and George's fingertip gently tracing the bridge of Theo's nose. Something your own father used to do to you as a baby.

As the two of you settled into bed once the house was somewhat clean and locked up, Theo still peacefully asleep in the crib beside you, you turned your body to face George, fatigue evident in your voice. "I didn't expect it to be this hard. Especially not on the first night. I thought I'd be so prepared because this is all I've ever wanted and all I've been reading about for nine months."

George sighed, leaning back against the headboard, his fingers running through your hair while you cuddled into his side. Something you haven't been able to do in months due to your large baby bump. "Me neither. But we'll figure it out. Together. And don't be so hard on yourself, my love. Not matter how many books you read or parenting podcasts you listened to, it doesn't change that this is our first time doing this whole parenting thing."

George's gaze met yours, the bond between the two of you strengthened by the newly shared experience. "You're already such an amazing dad, George." You spoke softly with your whole heart, placing a kiss on his bicep as your face rested against his shoulder.

"You're already the most amazing and most beautiful mum." George replied, brushing a thumb across the back of your hand that rested on his stomach. "I've got your back always, darling. When he cries, we both cry, right?"

The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the tension from earlier easing in your hearts.

As the hours creeped on, Theo woke again, his cries echoing in the quiet night.

George sighed, dramatically, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. "Alright, round two!"

You chuckled tiredly, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you moved as quickly as you could to help. "You've got this, rockstar."

Through the long night of feeding, changing, and soothing your son back to sleep, you both eventually found a rhythm, even amidst the chaos.

Moments of humour punctuated the anxiety as George fumbled with nappies while trying to sing lullabies, or when you would try to laugh quietly, half asleep, as Theo hiccupped after a feeding.

At dawn, when the first slivers of sunlight began creeping through the curtains, George found himself holding a peacefully sleeping Theo, nestled against him. You couldn't help but stare at the both of them, heart swelling at the sight.

"Look at you two." you whispered, voice thick with so much emotion it nearly choked you. "You're both so beautiful."

George turned to you, his expression filled with love and gratitude. "I couldn't do any of this without my beautiful wife, you know. And I wouldn't want to either."

The two of you exchanged a tender kiss, the chaos of the night now behind you, replaced with the quiet joy of parenthood.

As the sun rose higher, illuminating your little family, you felt hopeful.

It was no longer just you and George. You were now a team, navigating the unpredictable path of parenthood together. And in this journey, you both knew that you guys would face everything as one.

Just the way it was always meant to be.

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Halloween Dividers pt 3

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Paris - dad!Ross x Reader

an evening in Paris with your little ones

a bit suggestive but mostly fluff

“Alright, let’s go to the hotel, been a long day for you lot.” Ross turns to his little son, “and you mister,” he squeezes his shoulder, “didn’t take a nap so we can’t have you be up this late.”

Your three year old daughter intervenes, “not tired, daddy. It’s so beautiful! Can’t we stay a little longer?”

Her little hands find his beard having perfect access to convince him with her beaming eyes as he carries her. She tries to turn his head and moves her head really close knowing exactly how she’ll get him.

“Please, please! Johnny are you tired?”

John looks up at his sister and shakes his head, “no, not at all!”

Ross looks at you for help. You grab his left arm to look at his watch, 21:12. It’s not that late but you have a long routine at night and until the kids are in bed and sleeping it takes a lot longer.

“Please mummy, please daddy, we wouldn’t even sleep at the hotel anyway.”

“Fair point,” Ross mumbles, “what is it that you wanna do though?”

Eleanore thinks hard, humming while tapping her chin with her pointing finger. “Uhhh.”

He lets her think for a moment before he tickles her one time.

“My darling,” ross smiles, “we’re here all week and you even have the weekend with your uncle Matty who will do anything you want to do. It’s not-“

“Sit at the Eiffel Tower!” Ellie says.

John immediately joins, “yeah! I can play football then.”

“Oh great,” Ross chuckles.

You lay your hand on his biceps to reassure him that it’s okay for them to stay up a bit late.

“You tried, I reckon they’re gonna be tired later anyway.”

“Hopefully,” he whispers, “a bit f’ knocking around will do the trick.”

Ross smiles and leans his head down to yours to give your lips a little peck.

Your heart warms and skips a beat when he looks at you with his gorgeous brown eyes that you love so much.

“Love you so much,” you say, your cheeks flushing a bit which doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband.

“Can see that,” he jokes, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheeks, “love you too and you know what I’m excited for?”

“What?”

He leans lower to whisper in your ear, “to enjoy this city of love the right way, you know? Might have to steal you away once they’re asleep. It’s still early for us.”

You smile softly, letting your head rest against his shoulder for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Ross smirks before the both of you get interrupted again.

Eleanore wiggles around in Ross’ arm, “down,” she orders, “dad-“

“Yeah, alright you patient girl, don’t run off though,” he says.

Eleanor, of course, barely hears him, already tugging at your hand. “Come on! Come on!” she exclaims, her little legs bouncing with excitement.

John isn’t far behind, rushing over and grabbing Ross’s hand. “Dad, look, we’re so close now! Can we get even closer?”

You chuckle softly, feeling the contagious energy of the kids pulling you along. “Easy, easy,” you say, though you can’t help but smile at their excitement. “We’ve still got time, don’t worry.”

Ross mock groans, allowing John to drag him along as Eleanor does the same with you. “They’re very lively today.”

“Yeah, if they were only that excited when we actually want to go sight seeing.”

Eleanor interrupts, tugging insistently at both of your hands now. “Look! Lights!” she says, pointing up towards the Eiffel Tower as it starts to sparkle.

The sight of the twinkling lights has all of you pausing, even the kids falling quiet in awe. It’s beautiful, more magical than the photos could ever do justice. You and Ross exchange a soft look, the moment feeling even more special with the kids by your sides.

“Alright,” you say, pulling your phone out. “We have to take a picture now, it’s too perfect.”

Ross lets out a mock groan. “Again? Didn’t we just take one five minutes ago?”

“Oh, come on, you’ll thank me later.”

He huffs but there’s a smile playing on his lips. “Fine, but you’re in this one too,” he declares, holding out his free hand towards you. “John, Eleanor, come here! Group picture.”

John grins and rushes over, and Ross hoists Eleanor back up into his arms, calling out again for John, who comes bouncing back, excited. “Here we go. Big family shot.”

Ross glances at you as he adjusts both kids, “Alright, John, Eleanor, smile for your mum. Look at the pretty lights behind us!”

You snap the photo, and it’s one of those perfectly imperfect ones where everyone’s smiling, but it’s their natural joy that makes it so precious.

“Got it,” you say, feeling satisfied as you lower your phone.

Ross glances at it over your shoulder and smirks. “Not bad,” he says, and then, looking down at the kids, he adds, “Well, shall we sit down now?”

“Can I have the football?” John asks Ross who opens his bag to hand it to him.

“Be careful, lad and don’t shoot at other people, yeah?”

“Got it!” He yells, dribbling the ball around, his shot not going very far so both of you can see what he’s up to.

Eleanor runs after him, “pass!“

You and Ross exchange an amused glance, both knowing it won’t be long before they’re out cold.

Ross settles himself on the cool grass, stretching his legs out, and gives you a quick pat on his lap. You settle between his legs, leaning back against his chest, and let out a contented sigh as his arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

Ross’s hand finds its way into your hair, his fingers lazily brushing through it.

“Y’know, sometimes I think I’m just… too lucky. Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the side of your head. “Perfect, honestly. Don’t know how I managed this.”

You chuckle softly, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Oh, you managed just fine,” you tease, nudging him gently. “Besides, maybe I’m the lucky one, having you to keep us all steady.”

He hums, his fingers now tracing gentle patterns along your arm. “Nah. It’s you who keeps me grounded, love. You and these two monkeys,” he says, nodding towards John and Eleanor, who are kicking the football back and forth with the kind of uncontainable energy only kids seem to have.

“Speaking of which…” he whispers, his voice soft, “just look at them. Our little lot. They’re everything, aren’t they?”

You nod, watching as John makes a dramatic attempt at a kick, only to miss the ball entirely. Eleanor bursts into giggles, running over to give him a playful shove. Your heart swells at the sight, and you feel Ross’s hand tighten around yours.

“They really are,” you reply, voice just above a whisper. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

“Neither would I. You, them… you’re my whole world. Couldn’t ask for more if I tried.”

You turn your face to meet his gaze, his eyes soft and warm as they lock onto yours. “You’re going soft, you know,” you tease, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Is this what Paris does to you?”

“Oi, don’t go calling me soft. I’m still the same bloke you married.” He smirks before adding, “Though… maybe Paris does bring out a bit of the romantic in me. It’s hard not to with you sitting right here, isn’t it?”

“Oh, so it’s Paris, is it? Not just me?” you tease, tilting your head back against his chest with a smirk.

“Well…” he drawls, his hand moving to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb gently across it. “Maybe it’s a bit of both. But you—yeah, you’re the reason, love.” He pauses, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, slow and full of warmth. “You’re the reason for all of it.”

You smile into the kiss, feeling his love settle warmly around you. It’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of John and Eleanor’s laughter in the background.

Ross finally pulls back, glancing over at the kids. “Think we could actually get them to sleep tonight?” He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh, I doubt it. Not with how much excitement they’ve had tonight.”

He sighs dramatically. “Guess we’ll just have to wear ’em out a bit more, then. But first…” He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “First, I’m just gonna sit here with my beautiful wife for a bit longer.”

You lean into him, closing your eyes. “That sounds perfect to me.”

You stay like that for a whole while.

His fingers are still lazily tracing little circles on your arm, and your eyes are just beginning to grow heavy when you hear the sound of little feet pattering towards you.

You both turn just in time to see Eleanor bounding over, her face flushed from running around. She collapses into your lap with a dramatic sigh, and, without missing a beat, she looks up at you and says, “Can I have water?”

You smile down at her, brushing a bit of hair from her face. “Of course, baby,” you murmur, reaching over to grab her water bottle from your bag.

She takes it eagerly, tilting it up as she drinks long gulps. You and Ross exchange an amused glance as she gulps it down like she’s been wandering the desert. When she finally stops, a little trickle of water drips down her chin, and she grins, wiping it away with her sleeve.

“Thirsty, were we?” Ross chuckles, giving her a playful nudge.

Eleanor just nods, looking rather pleased with herself, then settles back against you, letting out a satisfied sigh as she leans her head against your stomach. You can feel her tiny breaths begin to slow, her eyelids fluttering as she starts to drift off, her fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt.

You begin to stroke her hair softly, running your fingers through the silky strands.

“She’s worn out,” you whisper to Ross, glancing up at him with a tender smile.

He nods, his gaze softening as he looks down at her. “Worked like a charm, didn’t it?” He chuckles quietly, his voice warm. “All that running about has finally caught up to her.”

Just then, you notice John trailing behind, rubbing at his eyes and looking a bit drowsy himself. He ambles over and plops down beside you, leaning against Ross’s shoulder with a small yawn. Ross wraps an arm around him, pulling him close.

“Alright there?” Ross murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches John try to keep his eyes open.

“Mhm,” he mumbles sleepily.

“Think we should head back?” you suggest softly to Ross, giving him a gentle nudge. “These two look about ready to fall asleep on the spot.”

Ross glances down at Eleanor, who’s still sound asleep against your lap, her fingers curled into your shirt. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea,” he agrees, giving you a small nod. “We’ve done a fair bit of sightseeing for one evening.”

He gently reaches over, brushing a thumb across Eleanor’s cheek, and she stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. “I can take Ellie,” he says softly, looking up at you.

“Alright,” you say with a smile, shifting Eleanor carefully so Ross can lift her. She makes a little murmuring sound as she’s transferred into his arms but quickly snuggles against his shoulder, nestling her face into his neck, utterly content.

Ross smiles, patting her back gently as she settles in. “There we go, love,” he murmurs to her softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Got you nice and cozy.”

As he stands, balancing Eleanor carefully, John looks up at you, his eyes drowsy but hopeful. “Mum,” he murmurs, stifling a little yawn, “carry me?”

You smile, feeling a tug at your heart at the sleepy look on his face. “Of course, sweetheart,” you reply, reaching down and gathering him into your arms. He leans into you, wrapping his arms around your neck, and you can feel him relax almost immediately, his small breaths warm against your shoulder.

Ross, meanwhile, is gathering up the remaining things, tucking the football under his arm and glancing around to make sure you haven’t left anything behind. “Got everything?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at you, his voice still low, as though he doesn’t want to disturb the peacefulness of the moment.

You nod, adjusting John slightly in your arms as you both start to walk back towards the hotel.

As you walk together towards the hotel, Ross glances over at you, his eyes warm under the streetlights. He adjusts Eleanor in his arms, holding her securely as she rests against his shoulder.

“How’re you holding up, love? It’s been quite the night.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I could be happier,” you say quietly, reaching out to give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Moments like these… it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. Just us, the kids, and this perfect night.”

Ross’s eyes soften, and he shifts a little closer, “oh, love. You don’t know how much you all mean to me, s’like a dream. Wouldn’t change anything.”

You feel a flutter in your chest at his words, and you lean your head against his shoulder for a moment as you walk.

“We’re a good team, eh? Managed to wear the kids out, took in the sights and now we’re off for a quiet night. Not bad.”

You laugh softly, nodding. “Not bad at all.”

You let the love surround you completely, your heart feeling full with love and safeness, the feeling of belonging. It doesn’t matter if you’re in Paris, England or anywhere, with your little family it always feels like home.

At some point you reach the hotel, trying to change the kids without waking them.

After carefully slipping Eleanor and John into their pajamas and tucking them under the cozy hotel blankets, you and Ross lean over each of them to give gentle goodnight kisses.

As you step away from the bed, Ross wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Join me for a smoke?” He asks.

You nod with a soft smile, “I’d love to.”

You follow him outside of the balcony, taking a soft blanket with you, wrapping it around your shoulder.

He settles into one of the lounge chairs, and as he lights his cigarette, you ease yourself onto his lap, your arms naturally winding around his shoulders. Ross’s free hand rests on your back, his thumb moving in soft, comforting circles. He takes a slow drag, exhaling with a relaxed sigh, then glances back through the glass doors at the kids, peacefully curled up in bed.

“Think they know how much we love ’em?”

You smile softly, feeling the truth of that question settle over you. “I think so. But it doesn’t hurt to remind them every now and then.”

Ross hums in agreement, rubbing his hand in soothing circles along your back. “It’s funny, isn’t it? We’re out here, on this lovely balcony, and all I can think about is those two inside.”

You laugh. “Who are we kidding? The whole trip has been about making memories for them.”

“Not just for them,” he says, nudging you gently. “I mean, you and I — we’ve barely had a moment to ourselves, but… this, right now, it’s nice. Feels like it’s just us for a bit.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, resting your head on his chest. “It’s easy to forget to take time for ourselves. We’re always in parent mode.”

He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Sometimes I forget we’re still us, you know? The same two fools who could barely keep a straight face during our wedding vows.”

You snicker, remembering that day. “Oh, don’t remind me! You practically choked on your vows from laughing so hard.”

“Wasn’t my fault! You kept making faces at me,” he protests, grinning. “Thought we were about to be thrown out of the church.”

You’re both giggling now, the memory vivid and full of joy.

After a pause, he tilts his head, looking at you thoughtfully. “So… think we’ll have more moments like that in the future? You and me, just… having a laugh?”

You smile, resting your forehead against his. “I hope so. But it’s up to us, isn’t it? To make time for each other, like this.”

“You’re right. I want to make time for you… for us. Even if it means sneaking out to balconies in the middle of the night.”

“Or hiding in the kitchen at home after they’re asleep,” you add with a grin.

“That’s a perfect one, we can eat cookies without having to share,” he jokes. You love to share with them.

There’s a comfortable silence between you for a moment, and he finally whispers, “Love you, you know that?”

“I know. And I love you too.”

“I’m absolutely glad to have a date night with you Saturday. Think Matty will handle them?”

You chuckle, “I think so. Eleanor is super fond of him.”

You both remember how she always giggles around her cool uncle, always wanting him to sing to her or read her a story.

“Yeah, she is,” he smiles.

You gaze into each others eyes for a long time, enjoying the quiet and contentment before leaning in to brush your lips together.

His right hand finds your cheek to keep you against him, grinning into the kiss.

You stay like this. Kissing and grinning like two lovesick idiots who just got together.

When it’s just the street light on the street shining Ross suggests going to bed.

“Right then, time for us to catch a few hours before the morning chaos.”

You nod, squeezing his hand as you head back inside together, feeling like you’ve just shared a moment you’ll remember for a long time.

[kate-the1975]

JUST HAD A MIND BLOWING IDEA FOR GEORGE SMUT IM GONNA COMBUST EVERYWHERE I LOVE MY MIND GOD BLESS MY CURRENT CREATIVE FLOW 🙏🙏

[kate-the1975]

In your dad!matty universe, how did they choose the name Rosie? Like, was it Matty's idea or girlie's idea ❤️

Hi love! I've actually never talked about this before, but for me personally I've always loved names that are from Flowers. So like Lily, Daisy, Rose (aka Rosie), so for me while writing that's why I went with Rosie.

But I'd say it was definitely you that picked the name instead of Matty. Don't get me wrong, you loved the names that Matty had in mind, but you always had your heart set on having a baby girl named Rosie, but you did make a promise with Matty that you'd wait until she was born in case you thought she didn't look like a Rosie 😅

But when she was born, it wasn't even you that said it, it was Matty who jumped in straight away and said "That's our baby, that's our Rosie" and you just cried because having a baby with that name was a dream come true for you 🥹🥹

[kate-the1975]

I have so many asks I haven’t replied to or started to draft up so I’m so sorry to anybody who sent in ideas!!!

Going through them after college today so hopefully I’ll have some things out in the next few days 🫶🫶

[kate-the1975]

Me and the guy I was talking to have called it quits.

RIP KATES ROCKSTAR GF ERA

[kate-the1975]

I just wrote the most depressing Ross oneshot to cope with my grief, and it contains 3,091 WORDS!?

My brains fucked ngl

[kate-the1975]

New theme and username on it’s way I guess 💅💅

I love my theme, don’t get me wrong, but she’s been the same since I started on here so I don’t know if it’s time for a change, and change my @ as well 😭😭

[kate-the1975]

Hi love!

So glad you're back!

Now that girly is pregnant with baba no.2 two in dad!matty universe, I was wondering could you write something about Rosie struggling with not being the only baby the closer it gets to the due date

xxxx

The Special One // Dad!Matty x Reader

A/N: I love this ask so much 🥹. Makes me so happy that you guys are sending me in your ideas again xxx

W/C: 1,368 words

C/W: None xoxo

The morning sunlight filtered through the light mesh curtains, casting a soft and golden glow on the living room. You sat on the couch, cradling your baby bump, a steaming mug of your favourite herbal tea warming your hands.

The slight flutter from within reminded you that your little one would be here soon, but there was an uneasiness too. A subtle tension that had been creeping in for the past few days.

Matty was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, while Rosie, now four years old, sat on the glass coffee table in front of you, flipping through her favourite picture book, her eyes still sleepy.

She has a way of moving slowly in the mornings, as if the weight of the day hadn't yet fully settled on her small shoulders. The air was calm, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the ordinary, the peacefulness of this little family routine.

But it was still obvious that something was different today. Rosie had seemed off, a little more withdrawn than usual. Her excitement about the new baby, which had been there just a few weeks ago, had started to fade. Now, she barely mentioned the baby at all, and her bright demeanour had been replaced by something quieter, more sombre.

Matty emerged from the kitchen with scrambled eggs on a Bluey plate, setting it in front of Rosie, who barely glanced up from her book.

"Breakfast time, my darling girl!" He said happily and gently, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We're going to have a good day today, yeah?". Rosie nodded absentmindedly, still not looking up from her book.

You exchanged a glance with Matty, who raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the shift in Rosie's mood.

"Rosie?" you said softly, sitting up straight. "Is something on your mind today, baby?". She hesitated, her little fingers tracing the edges of her book before finally looking up, her eyes dull, as if she were holding back something. "When's the baby coming?" She asked, her voice small and fragile.

You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light, but you could see the sadness lingering in her gaze. "Soon, love. Just a little while longer and then you'll be a big sister!"

Rosie's face fell, her bottom lip jutting out as her frown deepened. "I don't want to be a big sister.". You blinked in surprise at her response. "What do you mean?" You asked, your voice gentle. She set her book down with a soft thud and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want the baby to take my place. I don't want to share you and Dada. Not fair!".

You felt a pang of sorrow in your chest. It was natural for Rosie to feel a little unsure about the changes that were coming, but hearing her express her fears like this made your heart ache. You leaned closer, placing a hand on her tiny arm. "Oh, Rosie. You'll always be our special girl. You're the first baby, and that's never going to change.". She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "What if the baby doesn't like me?"

Matty stepped over, crouching beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. His face was soft, but there was a sadness in his eyes too, and he understood this moment more than most.

"Hey, listen to me," Matty said softly, meeting her gaze. "I was the first baby in my family. I remember being scared that no one would pay attention to me anymore when your Uncle Louis came along. But you know what? It didn't work like that. We all loved each other differently, but just as much. And you know what's even better? You're going to have a best friend in that baby. Someone you can teach everything you know. Someone who'll look up to you."

Rosie hesitated for a long moment, her small frown slowly easing as she took in his words, though doubt still lingered in her eyes.

"What if it doesn't like me as much as you and Mummy do?" Rosie asked, her voice small but desperate for reassurance. Matty smiled gently. "You are so, so special, Rosie. There's nobody like you. And nothing in the world will ever change that. You are always going to be our first baby. We loved you first, and we'll love you forever. The baby is going to love you too. I promise."

For a long moment, Rosie just stared at him, her expression softening. She finally nodded slowly, though still uncertain. "Okay," She whispered, looking up at you both. "I'll try.". Matty ruffled her hair playfully. "That's my girl!"

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The house was quiet now. The day had wound down, and Rosie was getting ready for bed. Matty had drawn the bath for her, the warm water steaming in the tub, and the faint scent of lavender filling the air. You sat on her bed in the next room, making sure it was comfy and cosy for her. Her blankies and bunny neatly by her pillow. Matty helped Rosie into the water, carefully guiding her in as she splashed around with her bath toys while Matty gently washed her hair.

Rosie was unusually quiet, still holding the heaviness from earlier that day. Her small hands lazily swirled the water, and she seemed to be thinking deeply, her usual bubbly self nowhere to be found.

Matty leaned against the side of the tub, his eyes soft as he watched her, sensing that tonight, she needed something more than her usual playful routine. He dipped his hand into the water, making ripples as he spoke softly, his voice warm and soothing.

"You know, when you were born, you changed everything for me," He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never knew how much love I had to give someone so tiny until I held you for the first time. You made Dada a better person, RoRo. You still do.". Rosie looked up at him, her wide, curious eyes reflecting the soft glow of the bathroom light. She didn't say anything, but there was a hint of something, a flicker of understanding, as she listened to him speak.

"You're so special, Petal," Matty continued, his voice filled with tenderness. "You've always been special to me and Mummy. Nothing can ever take that away. Not the baby. Not anything. You're the first girl we ever got to love, and that's something no one will ever replace."

Rosie bit her lip, her small hands fidgeting in the water, trying to find Matty's hand as he messed around with the bubbles. She looked up at him once her little hand gripped his, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "But what if the baby doesn't want me to be their big sister?"

Matty chuckled softly, brushing her wet curls back from her face with his free hand. "Oh, love, babies don't think like that. They'll think you're the most amazing thing in the world. You'll be their role model, the one they'll want be like. I promise, Rosie, you're going to be the best big sister."

Rosie blinked up at him, her little heart still unsure but beginning to find comfort in his words. "Really?".

Matty smiled and leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. "Really. You're my gorgeous Rosie, my little petal, my perfect flower, and that means you're going to do amazing things, no matter how many little sibling trot along behind you."

She smiled shyly at him, her fingers tracing over his knuckles, her little heart finally finding a bit of peace in this new adventure that's on it's way. Matty stood up slowly, holding out a towel to her. "Time to get dry, baby girl. We've got a story to read."

As you watched the two of them enter Rosie's bedroom, your little girl wrapped in a warm towel from head to toe, head tucked into Matty's neck, you couldn't help but feel the love between them, a bond so strong and unshakable. Rosie was still adjusting, but she would come to realise, just as Matty had said, how special she was, and always would be to the two of you.

A bond and love that can only be shared with the two of you and your first baby. The first light of your life.