#college!au matty healy

[ro-writesstuff]

patience - college!au matty healy blurb

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: tbh i just finished watching the latest season of the great british bake off and an idea popped into my head.

summary: after practice, all you want is to make dinner then go to sleep; the boy in your kitchen had other plans.

content warning: dancer!au, cursing, matty being sweet

Matty had been wanting to get better at baking.

Admittedly, he had just finished watching the latest season of the Great British Bake Off and figured it couldn't be that difficult, right?

***

After a long and aching practice you just wanted food. You headed to the local convenience store -they were still open?- and grabbed yourself a frozen pizza and snacks and headed back to your communal kitchen.

Looking through the glass, you see some guy muttering to himself and mixing something in a bowl. Rolling your eyes and checking the time -00:36- you figured you’d get cleaned up and hopefully he’d be gone. Dance bag hitting the floor and your roommate still working on homework, you hopped in the shower.

Trying not to think of your imperfections that your teacher pointed out in class, you wrapped a towel around your hair and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie.

Pressing the elevator button to level one, you sigh as the day's stress finally start to leave your body. To be honest, you liked nighttime; away from everyone else and the outside world being still for what seemed like just you.

You opened the common room door with a click, as the stress returned. The boy from before was still there. You flashed a friendly, but short smile which he returned.

Stepping towards the microwave, you see it has a half-torn note with almost illegible handwriting.

Not working.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head so hard it gives you a small headache. Seriously? Meanwhile, the clattering of dishware behind you reminded you that you weren't alone. Your eyes wandered over to the oven that had a pan with some dough on it.

Seeing the annoyance and hint of disappointment in your face, he apologizes.

"Sorry," he said. "I'll be done with it in, like, ten minutes. Swear."

Honestly, Matty had no idea what the hell he was doing. He was following the recipe he found, but had lost himself and half his dough along the way.

Mumbling a response, you plopped on the couch and put on your favorite show in the meantime. The cushions softened under your body as your eyes followed the television show on your phone screen, watching the characters interact across the screen, their voices starting to jumble into unintelligible sound.

***

Matty looked at the time. It was definitely past ten minutes. In fact, it had been about forty-five and you'd fallen asleep within the first five.

In fairness, Matty felt pretty bad. He was determined to make the best batch of cookies of his life after his class, which turned into the early hours of the morning.

As he took out his project out from the oven, he traded it with your frozen food. It was the least he could do after, you know, conquering the whole two countertops for at least three hours. He gently cleaned the area, careful not to wake you up just as the oven beeped.

Guilt spread in his chest as he walked over to you, peacefulness clear on your face. "Hey," he gently pushed on you, "I'm finished with the oven, and I put your food in there, too."

Rubbing your eyes, he took in your gorgeous features, the fluorescent lights flickering above you.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you said. He gave you a look, one you couldn't quite figure, accompanied with a smile.

"Have a good night," he said, gathering his items and heading towards the door.

A bit delirious, you scan the counter -cleaner than you thought it would be- eyes landing on your pizza. Next to it sat two chocolate chip cookies, one burnt to a crisp and one almost underdone. A light chuckle leaves your throat as you grab your things and leave.

[mybrokenveins3000]

Freshers - College!Ross Macdonald

A/N: HII!! This is my first time writing anything on Tumblr, let alone the 1975 related. I hope you guys like it. Ignore how my grammar is all over the place, quotation marks and commas confuse me.

I move to university in about two weeks, I doubt anything like this will happen, but a girl can dream. Anyways, enjoy! Also, this is dedicated to @hypersonic04 <3

word count: 1.6k

♫ My Funny Girl - Harry Teardrop // Eighteen - Pale Waves

It's almost been a month since you moved to the city for university. Tonight, you're at a coursemate's flat for Pres. Trashy guilty-pleasure pop blasts through the speakers and you're busy avoiding people, drinking by the window. You watch the condensation trail behind a departing aeroplane over the cityscape. You're thinking about where you are now, the kind of people you brush shoulders with, and how easy it is to feel so desperately alone out here.

Despite the air of maturity and the swill of liquor in your mouth, it always shocked you how laughably predictable university boys can be - especially those on your Film course. It's been a month and you're already bored by the typical film bro spiel of "why Tarantino is the best director of all time" and how "there's something manic pixie dream girl about you".

Speaking of, you feel a tall, masculine shadow cast over you interrupting your intense thinking. Cue the "what's your favourite film" question, you think to yourself.

"What's your favourite film?"

Right, here we go again.

"Depends. Who's asking?" you laugh to yourself, still watching that blinking plane.

"Um, me." Now that felt more like a question.

"And, who are you?" You whip around and see a tall boy in a black hoodie. Who is this? He's cute... is your immediate response to the stranger.

You playfully prod at him with your empty solo cup, "Youuu are not on my course."

He laughs gently, casting his eyes to the floor. Despite his shy cadence, there's an effortlessness and confidence about him that is rare to find among these overgrown teenagers. "No, I'm not. I do History."

You squint and he senses your confusion about his presence at a Film student function.

"I came with him", he gestures over to the couch. The scantily clad, mop-headed, binge-drinking, serial flirt, Matty Healy, lounges across your girl friends' legs. You scowl. You and Matty have argued in and out of every seminar you've ever shared. It surprised you that someone like the boy in front of you was here with him.

"He actually told me to ask that question"

"Hm?"

"Your favourite film? He said it's a good conversation starter but I'm beginning to think," he makes a note of your comically disappointed expression, "that he is very, very wrong"

He smiles at you. You can't help but smile back at him. The image of him preparing to talk you flashes in your mind. You smile harder.

"Roman Holiday", he leans over to hear you better over the drowning sound of pop, exposing his neck and the chain dangling around it. "My favourite film is Roman Holiday"

"Never heard of it--"

"YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF ROMAN HOLIDAY?!?!" He certainly didn't need to lean in to hear that. He laughs at the inner film nerd in you coming out.

In that moment, he could see it. You and his best friend having passive-aggressive discussions during seminars. It's stupid to admit the twinge of jealousy he felt at the idea. I mean, you had only just met. Maybe it's the alcohol or Teenage Dream on the speaker, maybe he wants to see that enthusiasm and hear you talk about films forever and ever.

"Maybe we could watch it sometime."

It doesn't help that you blush easily. You can see yourself now, a vision in bright red.

"Does that line work for every girl?"

"I don't know, I haven't used it before," he smiles and rakes a hand through his hair. Fuck.

Wait, let's not get ahead of ourselves. "Who are you again?" you ask before you can glow any brighter.

"I'm Ross."

You reply with your name and extend your free hand to shake his.

The speakers go quiet over this exchange. A drunken voice exclaims "RIGHT, LET'S GO!" followed by peals of laughter and excitement.

You look at each other, hand in hand, knowing that you just started something good. Something good that you don't want to infect with even louder music, sweaty bodies and strobe lights - not now at least. If only Pres could last forever. You let go of his hand.

People flood out of the flat, but a girl friend of yours whose flat this is hangs back when she sees the pair of you not moving.

"Hey, could we stay here actually?" you tell her.

Having hosted so many film parties and Pres, she knows you're usually the first out of the door. She knows that you never do this or feel this, especially not for boys you've only met. But there's something about him and this squeezing in your heart. You don't want him to leave you.

She smiles, turning the speakers back on, the volume set to low. It's Boom Clap by Charli XCX. You wouldn't know this 'til much later, but she thinks you two make a good couple. "You don't need a key to leave and the door locks by itself, so feel free to stay."

Before she disappears out the door, Ross exclaims "Take care of Matty!!"

"No promises!!" she shouts back.

---

Saturday bleeds into Sunday. You're sitting on the floor with a boy you just met. He does History, you do Film. The Bluetooth speaker died in the middle of Colors by Halsey, but you both were too engrossed in conversation to realise it.

The October wind picked up, tossing the plastic cups across the room, but he was too busy looking at you, how the air danced and played with your hair. Neither of you could figure out how to close the window, you were both guests here after all. When he noticed you shivering, his black hoodie immediately came off. He blushed as you put it on, how the sleeves extended past your hands. It was hard for you not to hug yourself and take in his smell of petrichor and aftershave in its entirety. It was hard for him not to hug you.

By this point, you could name all his favourite teachers from secondary school and why the 1900s was his favourite century. He could list your top 10 films in order and the details about your hometown that you love. He recounts what it was like growing up in Wilmslow with Matty. You never knew Wilmslow ever existed, you never knew anyone's words could soften you to Matty.

As he speaks, you notice the distant whir of passing cars, the wind, the hum of the light bulb, and how this is all so tragically and desperately transient.

"What's wrong?" he asks as if he has known you a long time. He has made a note of how expressive you are, how whatever you're thinking or feeling is easy to detect just by looking at your face. You wouldn't know it, but he decides right then and there that he wants to recognise every micro-expression your face could make.

"I like talking to you," you admit, almost sadly.

"I like talking to you, too."

You glance out the window. "But you do know what they say about the people you meet in the first semester," they don't stay.

"Yeah, yeah, I do know, but" he delicately places his hand on your knee, "you're someone people want to keep."

Silence. There's an unspoken force about the two of you. It encourages you to submit to the endearing teenage stupidity and rash decision-making.

"You're someone I want to keep," he says finally. Whilst your eyes, tipsy and excited, have been jumping from surface to surface, his has been fixed on you the entire night.

A thump from the front door interrupts the moment followed by crashing and inelegant, drunken moaning.

"Ohmygod you guys are STILL HERE?!?!" screams that coursemate of yours, popping her head through the door. "MATTY, THEY'RE STILL HERE!"

A tiny "ᶠᵁᶜᴷ" can be heard from another room. You and Ross laugh to yourselves, not surprised by the scene unraveling before you two.

"You know I love you guys but do you mind fucking off?"

Ross is already stood up and helps you onto your feet. You could get used to this. You plant a chaste kiss on her sweaty forehead followed by "You know I love you. Use protection."

"Have fun, mate!" Ross yells down the corridor as you make your way to the door.

"ᶠᵁᶜᴷ ʸᴼᵁ"

---

You strike yourself as more tipsy than you realise as you wiggle the door handle and cry, "OHMYGOD, IT DOES LOCK ON ITS OWN!!"

And he's looking at you, smiling that same warm smile, as you get excited over a door. You're still wearing his hoodie.

You notice him staring, "what?"

"Nothing"

"You look like you want to say something?" He takes in a breath and shrugs. "If you wanna say something, just say it," you laugh.

To that, he lifts up your chin with his finger and kisses you.

As soon as he backs away, you toss your arms around his neck and inelegantly smash your face onto his. You can feel him smiling as you kiss. His arms pull you closer at the waist, hands underneath his hoodie.

"I've been waiting to do that all night," he whispers as you pull away. The streetlights and skyscrapers blink through the windows of the dimly lit corridor. Only this time in the face of the city, you don't feel alone anymore.

"Are you busy today?" he asks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You're still slung around his neck. It's all stupidly endearingly familiar, but also so new. You kiss through the conversation.

"No, no, not busy... do need to do my laundry though."

"Good, so do I." You silently agree to do it together.

You take his hand in yours and walk down the stairs.

"I'm someone you wanna keep, huh?"

"You're someone I wanna keep."

[crushculture03]

Masterlist

💋 = smut ❤️ = fluff 🖤 = angst

Sam Winchester

Series

About you ❤️🖤💋 : (Ongoing) Valerie Singer and Sam Winchester first met when they were 16, it was an instant match but soon sam had to go and the letters stopped coming. Years later they unknowingly reunite at a college halloween party, here is their story.

Matty Healy

Series

Happiness 💋❤️🖤 (complete) : Julie Foreman has worked at dirty hit for 2 years now, finally she gets the chance to work and go on tour with her favorite band. When she finally meets the band her and matty instantly hit it off and sparks fly but will their love blossom or end up in flames...

Teachers Assistant ❤️🖤💋(ongoing) : You’re a senior in college just hoping to get through the year with no hiccups , but the universe has others plans when you put in Professor Healys class. When you unexpectedly volunteer yourself to be his T.A. you find your relationship with him becoming more than professional…

Imagines

Mirror picture 💋 : Matty posts a mirror picture and you can’t help but want him

Lollapalooza ❤️ : Matty surprises you onstage at your lolla set

Teacher’s Assistant 💋 : You’re Professor Healy’s T.A and one day when you go to his office you hear him moaning your name.

Teachers Assistant Pt.2 💋❤️: Your now boyfriend Matty, has had a stressful two weeks and it’s up to you to help him out.

Teacher’s Assistant Pt 3 💋❤️ : At an end of the term party that both you and matty attend, you catch someone flirting with him and retaliate, which causes matty to get jealous…

6 months later 🖤❤️ : You and matty broke up 6 months ago but you’ve been hiding a secret from him and he finds out when he spots you shopping.

Hot and Heavy 💋 : You watch matty during consumption and can’t wait to see him back stage

First time 💋❤️ : Matty takes your virginity

Night In shining armor 🖤❤️ : You’re a princess who falls in love with your fathers head knight, the one problem is that your love is strictly forbidden

Night in shining armor AU 🖤💋❤️ : Your father, the king, is a cruel man forcing you into a loveless marriage. But soon you meet his head knight and fall madly in love even though your love is strictly forbidden and can have dire consequences.

Tour baby! ❤️ : you find out you’re pregnant while on tour with the 1975.

Family Christmas ❤️💋 : You go over to Mattys childhood home for Christmas, and finally get to meet his family. And also mess around a bit in his old bedroom

Be my baby ❤️ : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.

Bad idea right? 💋🖤 : Months after your break up, you see him again, this time with a new girl on his arm. You go against your better judgment and let him talk to you and one thing leads to another

I’ve got you babe ❤️ : You were in a toxic relationship before matty, and one day you start your period and accidentally bleed onto his sheets and are scared his going to get mad just like your ex.

Vinnie Hacker

Oh Baby! ❤️ : You find out you’re pregnant while vinnie is in Paris for fashion week.

No Promises 🖤: Vinnie and you get into a fight, which escalates into your taking of your promise ring he gave you

Dreamer Cheater 🖤 : Vinnie cheats on you in your dream and you get upset with him about it

Open for requests! request form

Who i write for :

Matty healy

Ross lynch

Joshua Bassett/ Ricky Bowen

Stiles Stilinski

Joe Keery / Steve Harrington

Evan Peters

Vinnie Hacker

Castiel

Sam Winchester/ Jared Padalecki

[lottiecrabie]

As much as I love the absolute filth that Linecook! Matty is. I’m in love with him and I really want some soft domestic line cook Matty. Like the anon who talked about reader and him hanging out and realizing it’s not just sex

Like stop writing him so well he’s the love of my life???

linecook!au will have domestic moments trust🤞

i’m obsessed with the idea of them Cooking together and grocery shopping and him visiting her in college and having to sleep in her tiny dorm bed as a Grown ass man🤭 also her studying for an exam and him Bothering her just playing with her hair tugging it poking her Begging for attention and she’s like Dammit this is Hard stuff healy

[inciting-chaos-series]

Request Fandoms, Tropes, & AUs

This is a list of all the fandoms, tropes, AUs, and other content that were comfortable with writing for requests or suggestions.

∵✧ Writers ✧∵

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ female POVs, mental illness, smut, slow burn, one-shots, imagines, Corpse, Sebastian Stan, Supernatural ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ unhappy endings, writing minors

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ RP/Character asks, male POVs, angst, mental illness, dead dove, unrequited/mutual pining, Mechanic!____, Medical Themes, Paranormal Themes, Apocalypse AUs, Bartending AUs, Corpse, X Files, RDR, Silent Hill, Supernatural, Obey Me ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ (up for debate lol)

♥ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 ♥ ↪ LUCI (Obey Me!), female POVs, angst, friends/exs to lovers, Medical/Sciencey Themes, Apocalypse AUs, Bartending AUs, RDR, Silent Hill, Criminal Minds ✘ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 ✘ ↪ (up for debate lol)

∵✧ Fandoms ✧∵

➝ Youtube: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Corpse Husband ✔ Dream ✔ Tina Kitten ✔ Jacksepticeye ✔ Shane Madej ✔ Ryan Bergara ✔ Markiplier ✔ Ethan Nestor ✔ Moist Cr1tikal ✔ Ludwig ✔ JSchlatt ⊛ Karl Jacobs (platonic only) ⊛ Emma Langevin (platonic only) ⊛ Pewdiepie (platonic only) ➝ TV Shows/Anime: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Supernatural ✔ Dr. Who ✔ Stranger Things ✔ You   ✔ New Girl ✔ The X Files ✔ Castle ✔ House M.D. ✔ Criminal Minds ✔ Tokyo Ghoul ✔ Cowboy Bebop/Space Dandy ✔ Beastars ✔ Devilman Crybaby ✔ Bee And Puppycat ➝ Movies: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Donnie Darko ✔ Scream ✔ Hellraiser ✔ A Place Beyond The Pines ✔ Drive ✔ The Shining/Doctor Sleep ✔ Death Proof ✔ Kill Bill ✔ Deadpool ✔ Wolverine ✔ Once Upon A Time In Hollywood ➝ Video Games: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Silent Hill ✔ Resident Evil ✔ Mortal Kombat ✔ Red Dead Redemption ✔ Dead Space ✔ Phasmophobia ✔ BioShock ✔ Among Us ✔ Stardrew/Animal Crossing ➝ Musicians: ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✔ Matty Healy ✔ Alex Turner ✔ The Maine ✔ Harry Styles ✔ Joji/Pink Guy

∵✧ Tropes ✧∵

✔ ANGST ✔ (anything) to lovers ✔ slow burn ✔ mutual pining/unrequited love ✔ hurt/comfort ✔ fluff ✔ smut/PWP ✔ soulmates ✔ roommates ✔ fake relationships ✔ arranged marriage ✔time loops ✔ miscommunication ✔ amnesia ✔ found family ✔ domesticity ✔ love triangles ✔ canon divergence ✔ unhappy endings ✔ dark fics ✔ Dead Dove Do Not Eat ✔ holiday ✔ forced proximity ✔ reincarnation ✔ hierarchies ⊛ some cross-overs ⊛ SFW anthro

∵✧ AUs ✧∵

✔ Supernatural AUs ✔ Coffee Shop/Bar/Bookstore etc AUs ✔ Dystopian/Apocalypse AUs ✔ Mafia AU ✔ Time Travel/Change AUs ✔ Historical AU ✔ College AU ✔ Magic AU ✔ Noir AU ✔ Prison AU ✔ Royalty AU ✔ Western AU ✔ Hallmark AU

∵✧ Pairings ✧∵

✔ canon ✔ not canon ✔ x OCs ✔ OTPs ✔ Y/N ❌ incest ❌ minor/adult

∵✧ NSFW ✧∵

✔ PWP ✔ BDSM ✔ most kinks ❌ CNC/Dub-con/Non-con ❌ Mpreg ❌ bestiality

[princehrry-writings]

MASTERLIST

WHO I WRITE FOR:

Harry Styles

Matty Healy

✨💖✨💖✨💖

a= angst

f= fluff

Harry Styles

Moon Over The Meadow (f,a)

-Harry is the prince and Y/n is a peasant.

(prince/witch!harry)

Friend’s Don’t (f,a)

-Harry is your best friend that you’re in love with, but neither of you will admit it.

(bestfriend!harry to lover!harry)

Daddy? (f)

-Y/n is a single mom and Harry wants to be a part of the family.

(friend!harry to lover/dad!harry)

extras

Y/n’s a witch and Harry’s her soulmate (f)

-Harry walks into Y/n’s shop one day, sees the brooms sweeping by themselves and gets a little curious.

(witch!reader, soulmates au)

Angel with a Shotgun (a,f)

-Harry’s a bartender and Y/n needs and angel shot.

(bartender!harry x college student!reader)

Ever and Ever (a)

-H gifts her a dress but it’s too small and she has a bit of a breakdown.

(harry styles x plus sized!reader)

All For Me? (a,f)

-Baby doesn’t want Daddy to get mad at her but he could never get mad at his little baby 🥺

(daddy!harry x little!reader)

Let Light Be Light (f)

-But my therapist says to just let light be light. So I'm letting him stay around.

(harry x reader)

Blurbs

Reader is in trouble and Harry’s the only person she can trust (a,f)

Chris Evans

Who’s Chris Evans? (f)

-you’re on the late late show and you’re also married to chris.

(chris evans x singer!reader)

Blurbs

Chris is away filming a movie and Y/n and Sebastian miss him (f,a)

Stucky

You Bring Me Home (f,a)

-Y/n, Bucky, and Steve are soulmates

(stucky x reader)

Colby Brock

I Feel Like A Hero and You're My Hero (f)

-“I might be really drunk but I think I just fell in love with you…”

(colby brock x reader)

OBX masterlist

[goodboyclek]

—  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.

moodboard: dan smith & matty healy, college au;  for @underthebrightbluemoonx ♡

[girlwsoftsound]

The Sweater || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,787 Summary: AU where you and Matty work at an office and you get on Matty for wearing sweaters all the time. Author’s Note: I don’t even know where this idea came from other than my love for being able to wear sweaters again outside. Slight Gatty mention in this, so that’s cute. Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

He walks into the office every day like he owns the world.

Everyone at the office knows him from the sound of his boots when he arrives. He is a new guy, at least from your perspective. Being only a month into his work, he still is fairly recent in the grand scheme of your work. This office, your home for eight hours a day, Monday through Friday, has been your home for months. He is a flash in the pan, a bright and shiny new object that will walk in and capture everyone’s attention. His name is Matty, not Matthew as he made sure to make known in the office, and he is ruining your life.

Black curls pulled back, round-rimmed glasses, and a fluffy sweater - it is his signature dress. You would know, given your room’s position towards the front of the office. You have to see it every day whether you like it or not, because Matty likes to linger around your specific room. Why, you are not sure - perhaps it is due to the water cooler’s placement only a few feet away, or the fact the kitchen is a few rooms down. All you know is that he exists there far more than you would care for him to, sweaters and all, looking like he owns the place he has only known for a month.

Speaking of sweaters, you hate his sweaters. Okay, you do not hate them per say - they’ve never done anything to harm or annoy you intentionally. They’re just sweaters. It’s more the fact that the person wearing them always wears them, regardless of the actual temperature outside. It’s not like the office is cold, either. Sometimes, it’s so hot you have to open up a window to let in the cool air from outside. How he can live with himself and not suffer, you are unsure.

After the first week of it, you thought he was simply wearing them for comfort. Maybe he worked at a place that made sweaters before this, or recently lost a family member who wore sweaters a lot, and wearing them made him feel comfortable in this new work environment. By the second week however, your thoughts changed. You decided that this move, wild as it was, was a call for attention. It was equal to his requirements about saying his name - he wanted to stand out, and he wished to ensure that through those damn sweaters.

The frustrating aspect about his little cry for attention is how well it has worked for him. Cat, a girl who works in sales a few rooms down, will make sure to comment every day about how ‘stylish’ or ‘comfy’ Matty looks. Peter, chief editor of the magazine you all work for, makes sure to say ‘nice outfit’ whenever he can to Matty’s benefit. Helen in accounting and finance brings him shopping when she can. It frustrates you, and it frustrates you even more knowing that he’s successfully gained your attention, too.

Why else would you be so obsessed over him? He has you right where he wants you. The only difference between you and the rest of your office is the fact that you have not given into him yet. You never make comments, you never invite him anywhere, and you most certainly do not acknowledge him when he sits by your office, messing around on his phone or gazing out the windows by the door. It sounds cruel, and you feel guilty occasionally, but you are far from willing to give in. Annoying sweater boy with the stand-out name will not get your attention that easy. This is war, whether he knows it or not.

“{Y/N}?”

Your eyes fly up from your desk Friday afternoon to find the enemy peering around your doorframe. He’s wearing a big, red sweater today with flowers smattered across the front and on his wrists today. His hair is tied up like usual, the only difference in his appearance being the lack of glasses perched on his nose. You suppose he either forgot them at home or tried out contacts. Clearing your throat, you leaned back in your chair and motioned for him to come in. He walks forward and sits in the chair opposite you, and you realize you never have noticed how small of a man he really is - probably due to his large sweaters. He melts into the seat as if it were three times too large. You try to remain unfazed.

“Can I be frank with you about something?”

Chewing on your lip, you shrug. “Shoot.”

“I think, and tell me if I’m wrong,” he says, “that you do not like me. W-Which is fine by the way, no one is entitled to be liked by anyone and everyone and certainly I am no exception, but I’m confused. Have I done anything to make you think of me negatively, or done something to offend you? I want to know so that I can stop. You’re one of the only people here I never talk to, and I want that to change.”

You sigh and grab a pencil to fiddle with as you contemplate which way to go about this. Picking out a bright green one from its container on your desk, you decide that the best way is to lay everything out just as frankly as Matty did. He likes honesty it seems, so who are you to lie to him?

“All you wear is sweaters,” you begin, causing his eyes to widen a bit, “and I mean like…that’s it. You always do, and it confuses me because who the hell can do that every day and not hate themselves when it gets hot or they run out of stuff to wear? Not to mention, it’s such an obvious grab for attention. And you always stand right by my office without saying a word to me and it’s like…choose to do something! Say hi or get lunch or walk outside or something! Don’t just stand here like you don’t obviously have work you could be doing!”

Okay, perhaps honesty was not exactly the best way for you to go about this.

Matty’s face contorts to reveal a billion emotions you did not think he was capable of. Most poignant of these emotions is self-loathing, which you can recognize from a mile away as it crosses his features. You can practically feel his gut churning and sinking as it realizes your words and digests them, and immediately you want to slap yourself for being so blunt and borderline rude. You open your mouth to backtrack, making some quick apology just to ensure he doesn’t cry, but Matty beats you to the chase. He stands, nods as if to accept your terms of his annoying behavior, and leaves. The door gently shutting behind him snaps your heart in two.

You fucked up.

Oddly enough, Matty doesn’t show up on Monday. When you inquire around the office to see if anyone knows why, everyone seems to tell different stories. He’s sick, he’s traveling, he’s got an appointment - none of it makes sense, but all of it makes you feel sick. What if he did something bad because of how you spoke to him? What if he feels scared to go to work because of how he looks? You hope your mind is simply going mad with guilt, but in your gut you can tell something is definitely up. It takes you all night to get to sleep, and when you do, you have nightmares about the scenario.

You really fucked up.

Tuesday comes, and your eyes are glued to the front door in anticipation of Matty’s arrival. Thirty minutes after nine, he thankfully does arrive. However, something is wrong about him in a way that leaves you with an unsettling feeling. Matty is not wearing a sweater. He’s wearing a plain white button-up shirt, with black slacks and black shoes. His hair is cut shorter and gelled back to suppress his curls, and his glasses are nowhere to be found.

He looks normal.

You hate it.

It’s not ugly - actually, Matty looks quite dashing in his new fashion. It’s not him, though. That fact, coupled with the knowledge that it is in direct correlation to your words, makes you feel sick.

“Hey Matty,” you say as he passes by your room with a shaky voice, a product of guilt. He looks up, offers a half-assed smile, and gives a singular wave.

“Hello {Y/N}.”

He leaves before you can say more, walking down the hall to his room in complete silence. No one compliments him today, you realize. Everyone’s quiet during his trip, either keeping their comments to themselves or not approving of the change. It’s deafening, and you feel like throwing up. You nearly do when you realize by the end of the day that he completely avoided your side of the office. When he passes by your office to leave without a word, you want to cry.

A few weeks later, not much has changed. Matty still is wearing his mundane clothing, only changing up the color of his shirts between the acceptable combo of maroon, navy blue, white, and black. He still avoids you, and it is not clear he ever will speak to you again. When he does pass by, he looks sadder. At this rate, him sending in a resignation letter would not surprise anyone.

An email goes out for Secret Santa around the time you start to feel the guilt eating away at your sanity. It’s sent by Alisha, the HR rep. She went back a ways with you as a college friend, and she always told you that if you ever needed anything, she would gladly help. Little did Alisha know how useful that promise would be to you. Closing out the email, you run down the hall to her office. Shutting the door, you sit in the seat in front of her without allowing her time to speak.

“Don’t ask me why, but I need you to ensure that I am Matty’s Secret Santa.”

Raising a brow, Alisha types a few things into her computer. She gazes at you soon after curiously. “Why did you want me to do that, again?”

“It’s bad and complicated and I do not have the time to explain it all,” you say hurriedly, “but it needed to be done. Just trust me, okay? It’s for a good reason.”

“…Even though it was bad?”

“Don’t mind that,” you reply, “just make sure it’s a thing, okay?”

Alisha nods, and with that you find yourself running out her door and back to your desk, quickly awaking your computer. You type in the first website you can think of to get you what you want, and with that you are off. No one hears from you the rest of the day. When Matty passes by your room, the guilt is a little less in your heart. You will make him happy again - you are determined to see his smiling face again.

Two weeks later, you find yourself crammed into the conference room with everyone at the company. All around you, you see your coworkers dressed up in some sort of Christmas-inspired outfit. Everyone has something to celebrate the holiday except for Matty. Matty, sitting in the corner keeping to himself, looks like Ebenezer Scrooge had infiltrated his heart. His body language screams upset, and his eyes barely meet anyone else’s as if to ward off anyone even thinking about attempting conversation with him. You bite your lip and, clutching the package in your hand, hope that your gift will brighten his day considerably.

All presents are put into the middle of the conference room’s table. Even Matty shoves a small gift into the pile, a small red box with a green bow on top. It’s quaint and about the most Christmasy thing about him. When all gifts are set down, Alisha goes and starts to distribute them. To your delight, you get your gift before Matty gets his. Upon opening it, you find a beautiful charm bracelet, with dogs and coffee and Christmas charms dangling from it. The gift is wonderful, heartfelt, and exactly something Alisha would get you. You make eye contact with her and mouth ‘thank you’, making her grin and wink back before reaching for your gift to Matty, stopping your heart momentarily. He takes the box and looks rather surprised at how big it is. Ripping open the silver paper dotted with Christmas trees, he opens the top of the box and gasps audibly.

Sitting in the box is a gorgeous black sweater with red roses all across the front. Matty brings a hand to his mouth as he picks up the fabric and feels it beneath his fingers, its soft texture feeling like home. You watch in awe as his eyes tear up. He looks around the room, begging to find whoever gave him the gift, only to meet your eyes. Smiling bashfully, you mouth to him ‘check the card’ and point to the box. Mind spinning, he reaches into the box and pulls out from under the sweater a little green card. Opening it, he reads.

“Matty, I’m sorry for all I said to you. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you for being unique and yourself. It was far too rude of me, even with you asking for a frank answer. Nothing hurts more than for me to see you betray the person you are deep down and feel awful for it. Please go back to the happy guy I remember seeing loitering outside my office while wearing the most vibrant clothing I’ve ever seen. You deserve to be happy. Merry Christmas - Your Secret Santa xx”

Picking his head up, Matty sets aside his box and goes over to you, enveloping you into a hug that nearly knocks you over. You hug him back and giggle, rubbing his back. He asks you to join him outside real quick, and you follow, slipping your bracelet on your wrist. He pulls his sweater on over his shirt as you both leave the room, already looking more like himself than before. You look him over and smile.

“I knew that would look good on you. Black’s your color, I think.”

“This is the nicest gift I’ve ever gotten,” he says, genuinely gracious. “I…I tried to follow what you told me and it’s been such a weight on my shoulder. Where I used to work, they got on my case for the same thing. They also called me loads of names because they thought I’m gay, which…well, I like both guys and girls and currently have a thing with this bloke named George who gets me all of my sweaters so I have no idea what I am, but that’s beyond the point. The point is, I thought I was going to get fired again because of how I dress. I got so worried. I’m just…I’m really thankful that you’ve given me this. I don’t know, I guess it shows me that it’s…okay. You know?”

You nod. “Matty, I would never judge you for that. Promise. It was just me being annoying and bored and wrong. I’m really just glad to see you happy again. And, if I’m being honest, I’m really jealous you have someone to buy you all of those sweaters. They’re always so elaborate. I spent an arm and a leg trying to get you this one.”

Matty chuckles, rubbing his arm and the fuzzy material on it fondly. “George takes good care of me. He thinks I look soft and happy in them, so he buys me them a lot. He’s a good guy.”

“How about,” you say, “I take you two out for lunch one day? Before the holiday comes around, my treat. I want to make up for everything and figure out more about how he finds these sweaters. I checked five websites for a good one - five!”

“You don’t have to,” Matty says with a smile, “but that would be lovely. I’ll bring it up to him later. Thank you, {Y/N}.”

You smile back. “Of course, Matty. Come by my office any time.”

“Will do.”

With one final hug, the two of you make your way into the office and head to your respective rooms. When you sit down on your chair and look at your charm bracelet, you feel happy. It is the start of a new era. With Matty happy and himself again, you can contently go into it with a happy heart and warm spirits.

[bigtiddiegangwrite]

– wishlist 2017

I love making pages.  Also, I’m procrastinating on the work I should be doing and waiting for food. And I thought this was a good idea to start the year. Come one, come all <3 ! Just IM me and we’ll plot.

First off, here are all of my open muses that I’ve made for 1x1′s.

Wanted FC’s

Kimiko Glenn

Emily Blunt

Poncho Herrera

Ewan McGregor

Matty Healy

Mae Whitman

Ana de Armas

Ed Westwick

Alfie Enoch

Wanted Opposites

Jason Momoa 

Andrew Garfield

Colin Farrell

Daniel Sharman

Diego Luna

Nate Buzolic

Shelley Henig

Alicia Vykander

Tom Hardy

Alfie Enoch

Dylan Bruce

Wanted Pairings

Emma Stone x Andrew Garfield

Emma Stone x Ryan Gosling

Avan Jogia x Liz Gillies

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Mazikeen x Amenadiel

Oberon x Titania

Neville x Luna

Ares x Enyo

Hera x Zeus

Karla Souza x Alfie Enoch

Karla Souza x Charlie Webber

Jason Momoa x Emilia Clarke

Hilary Duff x Nico Tortorella

Patrick J. Addams x Troian Bellisarioru

Demetrius x Helena 

Felicia Hardy x Peter Parker

Wanted plots

all i want right now is a cliché undercover marriage 1x1 where there’s two spies who hate each other and everyone knows it but now they’re the only two avalible for this long term undercover mission as a married couple in an apartment/suburb and they have to be believable through dinner parties and etc. just pleASE give this to me

Give me a vampire couple that’s been on and off again for like hundreds of years. Like they fight like crazy and break up and not see each other again for a long time but then come back together like nothing has changed and are all over each other in love. They won’t admit it but they’ll love each other forever no matter what, even if they’re not always together.

how about instead of a broke roommates make a sex tape for cash plot we make an alternative where they’re broke and in desperate need of money on more than just one occasion so they decide to fuck on a live sex website where viewers can request things they wanna see the muses do and maybe muse a is a little more shy and after one request they’re like wait they want us to do WHAT and muse b is like c’mon babe it’ll feel awesome i’ll show you just relax and it kind of becomes a hit and they start doing it a few times a week and then add in some angst if one of them starts seeing someone but continues sleeping with the other muse and it gets super messy and super sexy and they can explore all of these new kinks / positions / everything together (you must be 18+ for this plot)

gimme a plot where a very single wedding planner who truly believes in the magic of love meets a lawyer who’s specialized in divorces who thinks marriage and love are non-existent.

we made a pact. au where muse a and muse b were once high school seniors, and best friends to boot, who made a pact that if they were not married by (insert determined age here), they’d find each other, and they’d marry. not date, not get in touch have a long, annoying talk about it. they’d find one another and get married, because they love each other, and they’ve always been attracted to one another, and it makes sense. now, they’re decidedly older, and wiser, and surprisingly unmarried, and it’s time their debts were paid.

give me a ‘i met you on the sugar daddy app and you paid for my new laptop for school and the rest of the semester and i slept with you because (one) for the laptop and tuition and (two) you’re really attractive, but now i’m home from college for summer break and what’s this??? you’re engaged to my mom??’ plot (you must be 18+ for this plot)

i want to have a plot where there’s a ballerina/bad boy and she has very strict parents and they force to dedicate her life to dancing which she agrees to until she meets a boy who smokes a lot, gets into a lot of fights, and always has a cocky smile on his face. but she doesn’t mind because he makes her feel like she isn’t someone’s doll anymore, like a normal person.

Austenland. – Obsessed with Pride and Prejudice (1995), a woman travels to a Jane Austen theme park in search for her perfect gentleman.

[ro-writesstuff]

designated drivers - matty healy

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: this fic is so funny to me idk why lol

content warnings: alcohol, drunk people

“Oh my god, they’re all drunk.”

After finals, you and your friend group got together and de-stressed by celebrating the holidays and having a potluck. Bottles of tequila, rum and vodka scattered around the countertop accompanied by iconic red solo cups and rock- ‘n’- roll in the background.

You and Matty had a couple of shots and drinks, but you weren’t on the same level as your friends. Sure you weren’t sober, but you definitely weren’t drunk either. A few of them had settled on smoking a few blunts and edibles, while the others drank themselves into oblivion. You know, college.

You and Matty had been dating for just under three months, unbeknownst to your friends. It was quite fun, sneaking around. Not that you were ashamed of Matty and vice versa; it was just new and you didn’t want to say anything to your friends in case it didn’t work out.

The group played a few drinking games and board games. Laughs and jokes were made along with several other drinks over the course of the night. As you separated into little cliques the night began to quiet down; light music and a slight breeze coming from the window settled the mood. Some of you went for a walk or to smoke outside, and others played card games as a film played in the background.

You were refilling your drink as Matty slid hand on your waist, it being blocked from view by the tall bottles of alcohol and countertop. You were always worried about your friends seeing those little things, however Matty cleverly found a way around them.

Reveling in his presence, you poured your drink, recognizing his familiar scent of cigarettes and musky. The smell of tequila escaped his breath.

“I have a proposition, darling.”

You giggled at the boy, turning to see an alcohol-induced glaze starting to appear in his eyes. He always turned extra British when he had some alcohol. His curls fell so perfect on the top of his head, so bouncy and full of life, just like Matty. Raising the cup to your lips, you inquired,

“What is your proposition, dearest?”

“I tell Jeremy we’re together.”

You almost spit out the liquid. That’s not what you were expecting him to say at all. The idea was completely absurd. You guys have kept your secret for three months and this was how he wanted to tell his friend? Yeah, no way.

“He won’t even remember, look at him! Please, please please my love?”

Although Matty respected the mutual decision to keep your relationship private, he was bursting at the seams not telling any of his best mates. He’d slipped up once or twice, almost mentioning he had a girlfriend who was the prettiest and smartest person he’d ever laid eyes on when his friends were talking about girls they were interested in.

It wasn’t fair that he had to listen about girls all the time and couldn’t even talk about his.

You looked over at your friends’ state. Mumbling to himself, eyes glassy and red, and his slurred words and balance was enough to fail two sobriety tests. Although he never usually drinks, this was the one case that he let himself get quite plastered. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Fine.”

Practically squealing, Matty gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, slugging down the rest of his drink. Mumbling an excited ‘thank you’ as he walked away, he got himself into character.

He lightly knocked into his friend, words slurred and slow, “Mate, mate. Need ta, need ta tell you somethin-” A fake hiccup.

You were surprisingly impressed by his ‘inebriated’ tendencies.

He slung his arm around his friend's shoulder, “But you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

Still wobbly, your friend Jeremy got serious. He was a good friend to both of you, so you knew this was going to end decently okay.

“Of course. Not a w-”

“Shush,” Matty planted his pointer finger on Jeremy’s lips. You chuckled to yourself in disbelief that you let this happen.

“Okay, okay,” he pushed their bodies facing you and the counter.

Your boyfriend points at you with his cup. “Y/N and I are together.”

You could practically see Jeremy’s brain explode. His eyes widened and he drunkenly ‘ran’ over to you, almost taking himself out and a chair with him. “W-wait are you n Matty- ?”

You giggled. “Yeah, Jer.”

“Well fuck me!”

“She’s cute isn’t she?” He tapped your nose as you swatted his hand away, Matty still off balance and words slurred as his other arm slid around your waist. He was really committing to the bit.

“Damn. That- that’s great, but,” he thought for a minute. Both your hearts stopped for a moment.

“I have to take a piss.”

You both chuckled as he mumbled a goodbye, almost walking straight into the bathroom door.

“See? Wasn’t that fun?” Matty teased.

“I guess so.” You gave him a shy smile.

I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if your friends knew about you two.

[mybrokenveins3000]

Hey I just read all of your college Ross pieces and I love them!!

What about one night if reader goes out and ends up too drunk and calls Ross so he comes to pick her up and takes her home. Maybe she's trying to talk about her feelings for him but he doesn't want her saying anything she'll be embarrassed by. Or she asks him to stay the night so he sleeps on her floor

A/N: Oh. My. God.

FIRST AND FOREMOST, thank you for the love and for readingg <3 It really means the world to me. SECOND OF ALL... ANON... YOUR BRAIN IS SO LARGE. I am going to PASS OUT. Thank you for this request, my heart might just burst. I might have gone over board, this is the longest thing I've written thus far. Anyways, here goes nothing... enjoy ;)

Drunk Call - College!Ross Macdonald

word count: 1.5k

♫ Heavenly - Pale Waves

This party is excessive and headache-inducing - the music is bad, the people even worse. You don't even know why you're here. When your flatmates asked "why that party?", you simply replied, "just for something to do".

You're slumped down by the foot of the couch, tangled between legs, empty bottles, empty cups. No matter how much you hammer at the side of your phone, all that blinks back is a fat 0%.

The liquor is not sitting right in your stomach, you're not in the mood, and each thrum of bass reminds you of him.

You haven't seen Ross for what feels like forever. He had gone back to his hometown for the week whilst you stayed in the city. There was something noticeably different about the setting without him, the lights felt dimmer, the air felt colder.

You were conscious not to disrupt his week at home, spending so many nights staring at an untouched keyboard. Oh, the amount of text messages you thought up but never sent.

But you knew he would be back today, which was your main source of hope in this tragic, alcohol-punctuated moment.

Without a second thought, you pull at a semi-familiar friend's trouser leg and ask if you can borrow their phone. After a reluctant "yes", you're punching a familiar number onto the screen, then the bright and inviting call button.

The phone buzzes softly in your hand as you lift it to your ear.

Pick up pick up pick up pick up--

"Hello, this is Ross speaking."

You relax at the sound of his voice. You were beyond the border of missing him.

"Hello!!" you exclaim, loud enough to hear yourself over the music - which is to say deafening from his side of the line.

"Whoa," it's like you can hear him wincing, "is that who I think it is?"

"Mhmmm"

"Where are you? Are you okay?" You selfishly smile at the twinge of panic in his voice as he registers the state you're in.

"My phone... it died... This is the only number I know," you gulp, "off by heart."

He's speechless, already devising a plan to save you. If only you could see him now, a blushing mess, half worried, half desperately in love.

"Are you busy?" you add before he can react to the former statement.

"Uhh no, just finished practice. Where are you?"

"Oh, practice... GUYS, I'M ON THE PHONE WITH A ROCKSTAR!!" you announce with such pride to a room full of strangers and acquaintances, once again almost deafening him on the other side of the line. And yet he's hanging onto every word, even if it hurts him.

"Okay, I'm coming to get you," he laughs, "don't worry, I think I know where you are."

"My hero!" you tease, "but please come soon, the music is so bad and I miss you, Ross, I FUCKING MISS YOU--"

You accidentally hang up.

---

Not two minutes later, you see a familiar, flushed face enter the room. Did he run here?

The scene is hazy and fragmented, but you could recognise the space he takes up in any room, even in this state. Ross towers over the crowd, a vision in black denim, searching over moving heads and smoke. Then he locks eyes with you.

You wave at him, still sitting on the floor by the couch. He seems to sigh in relief, hand on his heart.

You spring up as he approaches, unaware of the bottles and cups you've knocked over. He takes you in - you, slightly unravelled but the same as ever. Still beautiful as ever.

"ROCKSTAR!" you cry as you flop into him, catching his eyes crinkling at the name. And you're back in his arms, so inviting, not so dissimilar to the comfort of home. "How did you know I was here?!" you beam at him.

"Matty mentioned it. He wasn't invited," he laughs.

"Lucky him."

You stand there in the middle of the room holding each other for a while, both revelling in how much you've missed each other. For a second, it's warm and quiet. If it took one long week and a bad party to experience this, you think, then it was all worth it.

Suddenly, the song changes to a particularly insufferable one. You both groan like you're one body, one mind.

"Let's go?" he says.

"Let's go."

---

You dance in and out of streetlights down the path to your accommodation, humming one of his band's songs, one from the night of the gig. Ross's walking right beside you, arms at the ready in case you fall or turn where you're not supposed to. Even as you stumble, he gazes at you with amazement at how beautiful you look without even trying.

"What was that thing?" you blurt out.

"What thing?" he hums in response, his alertness veiled by a sense of calm, eyes still glazed with wonder.

"You know, that thing you said when we first met? I'm someone you want to keep, was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never said that." he teases, his playful grin giving away his lies.

You throw your arms out and scream into the night, "I'M SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KEEEEEEP!!"

He laughs awkwardly, eyes widening at your sudden outburst. But he adores you. In this moment, that's his only truth.

"Ah, okay, let's take a break"

He settles you down onto a nearby bench. You take in a deep breath of fresh air which turns into a yawn.

Your head starts to droop, but he quickly rests it on his shoulder as he lowers down to sit next to you. Always ready to take care of you, to save you when you let him.

"So suave, so so nice, so nice" you mumble drowsily, half to him, half to yourself.

"What was that?"

"You're so nice... And so good-looking," you can't stop your mouth from moving, "I really like being around you and I missed you so much, but I don't know if you felt the same!! But you're so nice, sometimes I just want to--"

"Okay, okay, that's enough," he slithers his arm around your waist and hoists you back up onto your feet before you say something you'll regret.

But he's unable to bite back a smile. In another world, he would let you speak, but he knows you and knows better than to let you talk yourself into a hole you can't escape.

Not yet, he thinks, not like this.

"Hey! You could compliment me, you know," you nag as you start walking again.

There's a pause as he really considers his response.

"...you know you're gorgeous, right?" he finally sighs, breath visible in the crisp night air, "besides, everything I'd say, I'd want you to remember."

---

He gently lays you down in your bed, but you can't seem to let go of him.

"I don't want you to go", you whine, "won't you stay?"

"For how long?"

"Stay forever."

His eyes soften as he looks down at you, your arms still clasped around his neck. Only you have the power to render him speechless like this. It's so easy for you to get what you want.

You let go of him, aggressively patting the empty side of the bed.

"Call me old-fashioned, but I don't share beds with drunk girls," he says. He takes a stray pillow and blanket, and plonks them onto the floor beside you so he can monitor you as you sleep. By this point, you've already passed out.

---

Ross can't sleep. He doesn't mind the floor, but stirs at every sound and movement you make, constantly checking if you're okay.

Throughout the night, he finds himself looking at the details of your room, at books, concert tickets, and photos of friends and family - pieces of you that he wants to know more about.

He watches you, so peaceful, in awe how he has someone like you in his life.

My life would be so boring without you, he thinks.

---

You wake up just as he walks into the room with a cup of tea. He sets the cup down by the bedside table with a soft smile. The air of domesticity is something you could live in forever.

"Hi," you mumble through fluttering eyelids, filtering the Sunday morning sun.

"Hi. Are you doing okay?"

You nod as you sit up. He sits on the bed, brushing the stray hairs from your face, the warmth of his hand like a healing force. You can't tell he hadn't slept because of how happy he looks just to be there.

You reach over for the tea with the comfort of knowing he made it just how you like it.

"I didn't say anything weird, did I?" you croak, sipping the tea.

"No, not at all," he replies.

There's a moment of silence. The morning birds fly past the window, the steam of the mugs mists your eyes.

"I missed you too, you know," he finally says, "I missed you so much."

A/N: Didn't proofread this but HOPE YOU ENJOYED. I'll probably edit it a bit when I come back, but I wanted you to have this sooner rather than later, anon. THANKS FOR YOUR REQUEST AGAINNNN

[mybrokenveins3000]

Everyday Rockstar - College!Ross Macdonald

A/N: Hi babies, me again. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot but my delusional ass going-to-uni-in-two-weeks self wants more. Like I always say, delusion is manifestation. Anyways, enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

♫ The City - The 1975

The annoying one on your course invited you to one of his band's gigs. You weren't expecting much, I mean, this was Matty we're talking about. You could see it now, him parading across the stage with a beer bottle in hand and his shirt unbuttoned. However, what you weren't expecting was who he'd been sharing the stage with.

You and your coursemates are running a bit late. Despite it being two months since you moved out here to the city, you're all still figuring it out - the right bus routes to take, how much alcohol is too much, what shoes not to wear on any given occasion.

The wet, November pavement reflects the air back colder than it is. As you open the doors, you accept the warmth in the pub like an old friend. Your entrance is punctuated by loud drums and droning vocals, not to mention THE 1975 printed in blocked letters on what seems to be a pinned up old bedsheet. Yup, definitely Matty's band.

Your preconceptions were correct. There Matty was scantily-clad with a bottle in hand. But not of beer - wine. How pretentious. So French New Wave of you, you thought.

But next to him was someone familiar.

"Ross?" you whisper to yourself. You stand in shock, squinting hard as if to take a picture. You are mesmerised by the simultaneous nonchalant power and peace he brings on stage.

It caught you off guard how incongruous the History student was to the setting and yet how perfectly he fit in a dark, sultry place like this. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a far cry from that hoodie you stole from him just a month prior.

You and your mates walk into a gap in the crowd, not so dissimilar to a clearing in the woods. The song ends to which you all clap and holler as if your life depended on it. As you scream with adoration, he spots you.

His eyes widen like a child opening presents on Christmas. He smiles a smile so genuine it puts all of Matty's theatrics to shame. He's doing that thing where he looks down at the floor smiling, plays with the chain around his neck for a second. He's something out of a movie scene.

"Isn't that the guy you're hooking up with?" a disembodied head notices and exclaims behind you. You open your mouth but a response doesn't form. It's a yes or no question and yet neither response fits.

Ever since you met at that goddamn party, poured your heart out to each other, and ended up doing your laundry together, you both knew it would never be just hooking up. Heck, you haven't even done anything of that nature (yet), you've just been kissing, hanging out. Yes or no doesn't fit these weird romantically and sexually charged interactions you both have been having over the past month. So you turn to her and just shrug, mouth an "I don't know" much to both your confusion.

"This is a song called The City," Matty slurs down the mic. The percussion kicks in, heavy and confident.

There's a second before the other instruments follow suit where you wave at Ross and he waves back. It's this secret moment that's just yours. Blink and you'll miss it.

"You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is," your coursemate exclaims, like a drunken beat poet.

The bass rings right through you, your whole body reverberating under his hands, with every string he plucks. He catches glances at you as you bob your head and sway, eyes closed to really feel it. When your eyes aren't closed, you think he's made to be looked at like a Greek God on high platforms and by crowds bigger than these. It's like this for the entire show.

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After the show, the pub is electric.

Matty's weak fist hits the side of your arm as he cries, "Ross is waiting for you outside!"

"Fuck you! You're actually not half bad, you know!" you hit him back with all the force he lacks and rush out through to the back smoking area.

The wet, cold air greets you as you walk through the door. "Ooh, it's cold out here," you shiver. Ross is right by the door, having just taken a cigarette out of the box. He's surprised by your arrival but smiles that same warm smile. "Matty said you asked for me?" you questioned.

The slightest eyebrow raise and air of confusion about him and you're prompted to go back the way you came. Trust Matty to embarrass you like that.

"No, no. Stay." Ross' hand grabs onto your wrist. His warm touch lingers a moment longer, it could melt your ice skin. It's a moment soundtracked by the muffled pop coming from inside and the hum of cars far away. You oblige to his request. He lets go of your wrist. You lean on the wall of the pub.

"Matty didn't mention you were a part of the band," you say, watching the buildings and stars twinkle in the distance, "as a matter of fact, YOU never told me you were a rockstar."

"I'm no rockstar," he laughs, raising the cigarette to his lips. Just as he lifts up his lighter, he decides to hand it to you. You step closer, looking at the lighter and then back at him. Since your first meeting, it always got so tense between the two of you. You light the cigarette, shielding the flame, hands grazing his lips ever so slightly. The smoke dances into the night as he blows out.

You break the silence. "Bass as well, best instrument out of them all... you were really good."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks.

"You were amazing... why didn't you mention it before?"

He touches his lips in contemplation, his gaze fixed on you taking in your smokey eyes and dark lips. You were made to foreground cityscapes, he wants to say. But all he manages is an "I don't know."

"God, if only I'd known I was brushing shoulders with a rockstar this whole time."

"Rockstar", he whispers. You catch him blushing almost as bright as the tip of the cigarette. You take note of his affinity to that particular word. An unconventional name to use on him later.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love the city," you breathe out.

"The place or the song?"

"Both."

You wanna find love, well, you know where the city is. The lyrics, shared like a memory, waver in another moment of silence.

"Can I kiss you?" he finally says as he takes his cigarette from his mouth. His dark eyes are transfixed on your lips whilst he plays with his chain.

"Yes please."

And he kisses you. You fling your arms around his neck like you did that very first night. He wraps his jacket around you, as if to take all of you in.

He is the warmth when it's cold. He is the rare quiet to your fluorescent metropolis. The cigarette ash falls onto the pavement as it dwindles away in the background. The pop song inside fades to another. The cars keep passing through. It's another secret moment that is all yours.

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST, thank you to @hypersonic04 for help when I was brainstorming. You know I love you.

Right so I don't know Tumblr terminology, dunno what a blurb, oneshot etc. actually are. College!Ross was only supposed to be a oneshot (?), but because I'm continuing the story, it's technically not now, is it? Is it a series? I don't even know. I don't know what this is unravelling to be, in my head it's just a series of episodic vignettes in the same universe about the same person, not necessarily a series. If you have any input on the subject, by all means, tell me because I'm confusing myself.

Also, what do we think about college!Ross as a tag? I'm British so college means something different here, so when I write it I just have the image of a 16-year-old doing a vocational course in my head. The tag feels very American, but university!Ross or uni!Ross makes him sound like a unicorn or smth silly, student!Ross also sounds lame asf. ANYWAYS, I digress, I hope you liked this. And send me requests of what you wanna hear from me/just to chat &lt;3 <3

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The Very First Night - College!Ross Macdonald

A/N: Me again, thank you for the love <3 I wouldn't continue this lil thing I got going on if people weren't reading, I love you all very much. Glad you're not sick of me just yet. Feel free to give me requests + prompts, doesn't even have to be in the College!Ross universe. 8 times out of 10 I'll write about anything. Hope you enjoy this one!

word count: 1k

♫ The Very First Night - Taylor Swift

"What are you thinking about?"

You snap out of your daydreaming and see Ross leaning on one of the washing machines. It's a familiar image since the pair of you have been doing your laundry together since you first met.

It's the latter half of your first semester at university and you find no greater joy than watching him being so domestic. Calm and concentrated under the glow of laundromat lighting and the distant winter sun.

You're both still in that weird stage where there is no clear word to describe what you are to each other. But, somewhere in the shared glances and silences, you both agreed that a label would reduce things - for now at least. Funny, there's talk of you visiting each others' hometowns during the month-long Christmas holiday, and yet you lack the words to describe what you mean to each other. Maybe it all transcends words.

You finally muster up an "Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

"Come on, what's going through that pretty head of yours"

"Shut up..." you laugh, playfully swinging your legs as you sit atop the machine beside him. "Actually, I'm thinking about Freshers' week."

"Go on," he smirks, head cocked and eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Nah, you wouldn't want to hear--"

"Tell me"

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It's the Friday of Freshers' week. You and your flatmates agreed to crash a party in the neighbouring accommodation. Two hours in, and you still can't look anyone in the eye. What's wrong with me, I'm not usually this shy.

To remedy this, you decided to drink yourself into oblivion. But what was supposed to be added confidence transformed into a form of mild paralysis and wavy vision. Who knew you had to put more mixer in than liquor, not the other way around?

You find your body slummed down in the hallway, the world is fragmented, and the bass boost coming from the living area is almost headache-inducing. You're trying so hard not to throw up in your mouth.

"Is she okay?"

You hear pitying coos, but you can't see where they're coming from.

"I'M DOING FINE!" you messily interject, hoping someone got a laugh out of that at least.

You smell a waft of cigarettes and petrichor, a soothing melange of warm and cold, as a blurry figure enters your vision and crouches beside you. You relax a bit, not knowing exactly why.

"Could you get her some water?" the figure yells down the corridor, "I'm going to stay with her for a second."

Despite your state, you trust your intuition that, whoever this person is, they're here to help you.

You suddenly burst into exaggerated tears.

"Why are you crying?" they laugh.

"I- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING," you blurt out, "I'm scared- I'm scared that no one here is going to like me and- and my coursemates will think I'm stupid AND-"

Their laughter, so genuine, like sunshine eases you into a state of calm. They gently brush the strands of your hair off your sweaty and tear-stained face, conscious not to touch you in case it'd make you uncomfortable.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, "they're going to love you."

And there it was. The rash and endearing intimacy of being known. To be in such a state and yet have someone say something like that - it almost had the power to sober you up right then and there.

The rest of the night is a blur. Next thing you know, you feel the pure rush of water down your throat and then your arms slung around your flatmates, all laughing with unabashed glee, as you hobble back to your accommodation. They would smile with you about that night time and time again, comforting you that you were taken good care of by them and the others at that party.

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"--and then they said 'they're going to love you,'" you explain to Ross who, by this point, was resting his chin on his hand, holding onto every word you said.

"'They're going to love you...'" you repeated to yourself. "And they said that as if they knew me!? It was crazy."

He laughs quietly at the enthusiasm you recounted the story with.

"Not being funny, I have that echoing in my head all the time. That was probably the highlight of my entire Freshers' week."

"Well, we have to go out and find them, don't we?"

"Nah, it's just a nice story. I don't even know what they look like," you sigh, "anyways, why would I go look for someone else when I have you?"

Only you have the power to make him smile so hard. He casts his eyes to the floor, playing with his chain ever so slightly. The washing machines whir and shake. Oh, if I could make this moment last forever.

"When was the first time we met?" he finally says.

"Umm, that film student party?" you reply, confused.

He straightens up and walks towards you, dark yet gentle eyes staring into yours. Suddenly, you're aware of how empty the laundromat is. He reaches for you, brushing the strands out of your face, then raking a hand through your hair. His hand finally rests, fingers holding up your chin.

"They're going to love you," he whispers.

You're short of breath. You look at him, starry-eyed, basking in the elixir timbre of his voice - that goddamn familiar voice.

"It was you," you beam at him, "it was you all along."

How could you not have realised? That calm effect he has on you, you had known it before you even really knew it. The space between you two gets smaller and smaller.

But all he does is plant a quick peck on your forehead before unloading the washing. What a tease.

You jump off the machine and crouch down to his level as he did for you once before. As he shovels your clothes, his and yours all mixed together, into the basket, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him. Long, hard, appreciative, and - before you knew it - so full of love.

A/N: Hmmm, this is kinda mid, but cute nonetheless I suppose. Didn't proofread it but WHATEVER, if there are mistakes, ignore that... Funny, all of these kinda end the same MBV3000 write a different ending for once challengeeeee.

I still think Everyday Rockstar is one of my best so GO READ THAT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY because I am SO PROUD (and SO EMBARASSINGLY, TERMINALLY SINGLE).

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Fluffy Moments with College!Ross Macdonald

My writer brain is not in the mood to go all in on something longer (even though everything I write is less than 2k words but ANYWAYS), here are a few college!au soft Ross moments (?) ideas (?) prompts (?), enjoy + lmk if u want a longer fic about any of these <3

Late nights at the library // studying and writing essays next to each other. His hand slipping into yours every now and then. Him watching you all tired eyed and concentrated, thinking you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on.

Watching him practice with the band // it's your turn to watch HIM all concentrated and in the zone, how the music moves him and makes him feel. Helping out with any input on songs. Him teaching you how to play bass when the others go for a smoke break.

He would definitely make you playlists. You would definitely listen to them whilst you make your way around campus. And you'd definitely listen to one of them when you :

Bump into each other on campus // in the early days, walking to your lecture and physically bumping into him. Both of blushing and apologising in embarrassment, hearts about to burst. Wishing you could bail and hang out with each other instead. Looking back at each other as you walk away.

He would definitely send you random messages on your student email, making you smile in the middle of lectures and seminars

OHMYGOD, as a History student, he would definitely send you passages from articles he's reading about love stories of the past and be like "us"

Doing your shopping together!! // so domestic, so therapeutic. Maybe it's late at night, you're not afraid to laugh loud in the aisles. You're sitting in the shopping trolley and he buries you in groceries :,) He pays for everything as well because he's an out-fashioned gentleman like that.

He would definitely go to concerts or club nights with you — you on his shoulders so you can see better, him dancing and singing with you, mirroring your enthusiasm and excitement.

Going home with each other during the holidays!! // meeting each others families, him charming your parents, them loving him!! Walks around your hometowns, telling each other stories "that bench is where I had my first kiss" "this was were me and the boys had our first gig", learning more about each other, reminiscing on past versions of each other.

(I'm going to make myself cry but) GIVING EACH OTHER BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS 💔💔 Imagine his favourite books, all annotated and battered from years of love, on your bedside table. Yours on his :,)

Watching your favourite films together on a laptop, snuggled up together in bed.

First time sleeping round his // maybe this is after Drunk Call. This time you're both tipsy in his room, it's too late and you're too fucked up to go home, so you sleep in his bed with him. Other than kissing, I don't think anything happens. You talk in the dark, laughing loud until you fall asleep in his arms.

You'd definitely have this kinda moment at parties and socials : (quote from film, Frances Ha) "It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about."

Eventually, graduation // him (as well as the rest of the band) cheering the loudest for you. You two being so proud of each other, remembering all the stressed out late nights studying. Mingling with each others' loved ones, their shared pride for the both of you.

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Also, here is who I envision when I write uni student Ross. Looks a tad bit old for his age, but if you think I'm writing about the band when they were their feral DLID Skins era selves, you are gravely mistaken.

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Masterlist

pls give me requests , i will write whatever u want

Ross Oneshots

He Likes Weddings (<<< arguably my magnum opus btw)

College!Ross

Freshers

Everyday Rockstar (if you're reading this, PLEASE READ THIS ONE, it's so much better than the others, IM SO PROUD OF IT PLEASE 🙏)

The Very First Night

Drunk Call

Fluffy moments prompt list (bc im lazy but wanna give u rosstent)