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fuckinthewholetown · 9 months ago

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Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter One

I’m kind of shitting myself posting this but, it is what it is. If you think it’s shit, feel free to tell me, but please be nice or I will cry. I’ve also only skimmed over this so if there’s any typos, please tell me so I can fix this.

Tags: Slight angst, swearing, mentions of religion, gay, probably bad writing

Word Count: 2309

As much as you love touring, you’re the first person to admit it can get repetitive. Wake up in a random hotel room, get to the venue, sound check, perform, and repeat.

However, today is different. Today you’re performing a sold out show at Wembley Stadium to 90,000 people. This is the day you’ve dreamt about since you were five, giving one woman performances to your parents in your living room. And the cherry on top is you get to do it with four of your best mates.

Your day starts off as normal, doing your skincare routine in a hotel bathroom in the heart of London. You’re living the dream. That is until you hear a knock at your door. As you’re walking over to answer it, you pull your hair out of the makeshift pony tail it was in previously. Before you could fully open the door, it barges open and your guitarist and best friend Maddie O’Connell storms into the room.

“We need to talk.” She says, pacing back and forth.

“Ok, calm down. There’s absolutely no reason to be this stressed. Take a crystal.” You say, pulling some green agate out of your bra. You’re met with no response, just a deadpan stare. “Noted, not in a crystals mood. What’s up, this is the best day of our careers, it must be something big to get you this stressed.”

“You have to look me in the eye and promise that you’re not going to freak out” She says, sitting down on a seat in the corner of the room.

“I promise. Unless you’re shagging Matty Healy or Harry Styles, then I revoke that promise”

“Not exactly… It’s Ross” She says, refusing to look you in the eye. You stay silent, internally freaking out but refusing to break the promise you made to her. She takes this as you not understanding what she’s on about “Ross Macdonald… The bassist of the”

“Yes, I know who you’re on about!” You say, cutting her off before she can say anything else and send you into even more of a mental breakdown. You stand up, now it’s your turn to pace the room. “You’re fucking the bassist of my favourite band and you just conveniently don’t tell me until 5 hours before the biggest show of our careers? I love you to death, but you need to get better timing babes”

“I know,” she says, still refusing to make eye contact with you, “and we’re not fucking. Well, we are but it’s more than that. I like him, and I think he likes me.”

“How long?”

“Six months…”

“Six months!” This information is enough to stop you in your tracks, “you’ve been shagging the human equivalent of Jesus for 6 months and you forgot to mention it!”

“I’m sorry! I knew you’d freak out because you’re a big fan and I wanted to make sure it was serious before I got your hopes up. However, I’ve kinda been forced into telling you.”

You sit back down, confused over her last statement. “What do you mean forced into telling me? If one of the girls is secretly a bitch and forcing you into this, we can become a group of four. I’m a big boy, I can sing and play an instrument at the same time.” That half joke is enough to make her finally make eye contact with you.

“It’s nothing like that, the girls don’t know yet you’re the first person I told. I’ve been forced into telling you because they’re coming tonight, all four of them are watching the show.” And that statement is the straw that broke the camels back, you’re officially freaking out.

“What? They’re watching us tonight? All four of them are watching us? Oh god, I have to look Matty Healy in the eyes knowing I’ve read the dirtiest tumblr fanfiction about him. I read one of him as a priest, oh god I’m going to hell!” You say, putting your head into your hands. Maddie on the other hand does not see the seriousness of this situation and bursts out laughing.

“Him as a priest? Didn’t strike you as the religious type.” A chuckle escapes your lips as you finally return the eye contact.

“I went to an all girls catholic school actually, I love Jesus.”

“You came out of that school with minor alcoholism and even more gay than you were when you went in, I think Jesus would be disappointed.” She quips back. You laugh, standing back up from your slight mental breakdown.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. When are they getting here?”

“Just before sound check.”

“Before sound check?” You respond, falling back into your mental breakdown. “That’s in less than an hour. I’m meeting my celebrity crush and your new fuck buddy in less than an hour? Get the fuck out, I need to do a full face in 20 minutes!”

You all but push her out the hotel room, scrambling to get ready for the biggest moment of your life.

After somehow managing to do your hair, makeup, and put on a hot ass outfit in under an hour, you walked into the green room at Wembley Stadium. What met your eyes was what could best be described as a sight out of 16 year olds you’s wet dream. All four members of The 1975 sat around the table, gossiping about who knows what. As you walk in, the room goes silent. Luckily, your bandmates are there to quell the awkwardness. The pianist of your band, Sienna Turner is the first to speak.

“Boys,” She says, standing up and dragging you by the forearm into the circle, “this is Y/N!” You were expecting to be met with blank stares, but instead the boys jump up to greet you, tackling you into bear hugs. It’s a warm welcome off everyone. Well, mostly everyone. The man you’ve loved since you were a teenager stays sat in the corner of the room, closed off and refusing to even acknowledge your existence. You figure it’s probably just him being an introvert, so you go over to introduce yourself personally.

“Hey.” You say, hoping for any kind of response. You don’t get one. No acknowledgement, no hey back, not even a snarky comment, he just ignores you. This is not how you imagined this day would go.

“Damn,” you follow up, “I knew you’re an Aries, but I didn’t think you’d act so much like one.” You let out a slight chuckle. He, on the other hand, does not find this so funny.

“Good God.” He responds, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

He hates you. The man you’ve been enamored by for almost 10 years despises you. The only possible explanation is he’s seen your private TikTok reposts of endless thirst traps of himself. Nevertheless, you had a show to do. And if there’s on thing you can do despite external feelings, it’s fucking shit up on stage. You nail sound check, sounding better than you ever have. Probably a mix of adrenaline and frustration over the fact that your childhood crush seemingly hates you for absolutely no reason.

You exit stage after sound check, immediately going back to the green room to get ready for the actual show. As you’re getting your makeup and hair done, conversation flows. You and your friends are talking to the boys as if you’ve been friends for years and you didn’t just meet them an hour ago.

“So, Y/N. You’re into like crystals and shit aren’t you? What’s that like, I don’t really get it.” George says, turning all eyes on you.

“It’s not for everyone, but I find comfort in manifestation and things like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think incense will cure cancer but keeping rose quartz in my bra definitely isn’t going to hinder my love life.” You laugh, trying to keep your response brief.

“Bullshit.” Comes from the corner of the room. The first words you’ve heard from Matty since your brief conversation earlier in the day. The room falls silent and you feel a red hue cover your face. The longer the silence, the thicker the tension in the air. You clear your throat, trying to restrain yourself from going over to him and giving him a black eye.

“Like I said, it isn’t for everyone. I was cleansing my room once and my mum thought I was smoking weed. When I told her what I was doing, I think she’d have preferred if I was doing drugs.” Everyone starts laughing and the room erupts into conversation again as if nothing happened. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Matty in the corner of your eye. He never seems to move, his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. As you zone out of the conversation, your mind moves to deciphering why on Earth he could hate you so much. Nothing comes to mind, you’ve never met him before and you’ve definitely said nothing bad about him publically. Quite the opposite in fact, as last year a drunk video of you singing Robbers went viral on TikTok.

You zoned out for so long, before you knew it it was time to go on stage and perform the biggest show of your life.

“Ok girlies!” Ava Fletcher, the drummer in your band and also the member you’ve known the longest, speaks up. “This is it. No pressure but there’s 90 thousand people out there who’ve come specifically to watch us, so if we put on a shit performance our careers are probably over. But absolutely no pressure, just have a good show.” You laugh, leaning into the group hug you do before every show however this one felt different. The sense of adrenaline and fear within the group was unlike anything before. There was a lot riding on this show, and if you fucked it up a lot of people would be disappointed. However, all of these feelings are washed away when you’re wrapped into a hug by George.

“Blow their fucking minds out their.” He whispers into your ear. All feelings of nervousness are washed away when you realise you’re being hugged by the drummer of your favourite band. You go around, being given motivational speeches by every member of the band. Well, almost every member other than, you guessed it, Matty. He encouraged every member of your band except you, walking off before you could get to him.

The beginning of every show is always the worst. Hearing the roaring crowds increases your heart rate tenfold, but the stakes are even higher for this show. With one last group hug, you put your in ears in and run on stage, ready to start the show. As the show goes on, you occasionally glance side of stage to where the boys are standing. Everytime you make eye contact with them, they give you an encouraging smile or thumbs up. Matty on the other hand continues to evade eye contact, choosing to watch a different member of the band. However that didn’t stop you from putting on one hell of a show, and that’s what you did. You blew the metaphorical roof of that stadium, it was arguably the best show you ever did. The adrenaline high you had once you ran off stage couldn’t be ruined, even by a moody former celebrity crush.

The moment you exit stage, you’re immediately crushed by a massive group hug involving your band and the boys. Despite all of this, the only thing you can focus on is the hand around your waist. It’s Matty. You don’t think he meant it, instinctively putting it there when he was dragged into the hug. Nonetheless the area he was holding felt like it was burning under his touch, his calloused hands leaving marks on the skin underneath them. The group hug is cut short when he pulls away, clearing his throat slightly and going back to cradling his drink.

You do the rounds, talking to everyone backstage and discussing the nuances of the show and how amazing the audience were. This repetitive conversation continues until you get back around to him. You expect to be met with no eye contact, maybe an eye roll if you were lucky, but what happens next surprises you.

“You did alright out there, Princess.” The confusion on your face is palpable, at both the nickname and his sudden talkative nature. “Princess, like Princess Kida from The Lost City of Atlantis. It’s funny because,” you cut him off.

“Our band name is Lost Atlantis, yeah I get it. It’s funny.” You respond, a dead pan expression on your face. The tension was obvious, you could cut it with a knife. That is until Moon Dixon, your bassist, comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug.

“We’re all going back to Maddie's place to have a few drinks, you joining us?” She says, mostly to you but including Matty in the conversation as well.

“Yeah, let me get into something less sweaty and gross first though.” You laugh, trying to hide your disappointment as he walks off to join the rest of his band.

Get over yourself, you thought to yourself as you walked back up to your dressing room. Just because Mattys a dick doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the best day of your life. You just performed your biggest show ever, and three out of the four members are lovely. But despite this, you can’t get the curly haired man out of your mind. You see him every time you blink. How have you gone from badass pop girlie to pathetic simp in the space of three hours?

Chapter Two

#matty healy #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #Matty Healy fanfic #matty healy x reader

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graciegoeskrazy · 2 months ago

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You know I got you

(Ross Macdonald + Teen!Daughter!r)

warnings: r throws up, Ross bein the best

A/n: I was liking to write fluff as an apology but I’m it’s actually kind of just hurt/comfort now that I think of it so….thats my b. Also this was requested in like march im so sorry um

It was supposed to be a normal show, and for the most part, it was. The boys had been onstage for a while, sounding as good as ever, their energy electric as they moved through the setlist. The crowd was alive, a sea of movement and sound. You’d normally be part of that energy too, jumping around the side of the stage with a friend, a guitar tech, or whoever happened to be there. Tonight, though, was different, and Ross noticed almost immediately.

You weren’t your usual self—your movements slower, your laughter absent. At one point, during the lull between songs, you clutched your stomach suddenly, a sharp intake of breath giving away your discomfort. You were near the front of the side walkway, in perfect view of your dad for most of the show, so there was no hiding it. While he switched out his bass, Ross’s eyes darted to you, his expression shifting from the joy of performing to a flicker of concern as he caught the subtle change in your mood and the distant look in your eyes.

From the stage, he mouthed, “You alright?” His eyebrows knit together in worry as he noticed the way you held yourself tighter, your focus clearly elsewhere, struggling to steady your breathing. You forced a quick smile, nodding too hastily in response, hoping to ease his concern. But Ross wasn’t convinced. His gaze lingered, searching your face for any sign of reassurance. When the next song started, he nodded hesitantly and turned back to the crowd, though the unease in his chest remained.

You held out as long as you could, but as the song continued, the discomfort became too much. Without a word, you slipped backstage, your only thought being to find the nearest bathroom before you lost control of yourself completely.

Onstage, Ross’s hands moved instinctively over his bass, but his mind was no longer in the music. It took everything in him not to drop his instrument and follow you, every fiber of his being screaming to check on you. His eyes darted toward Gabbriette, silently pleading for her help. He didn’t need to say a word—she was already moving, weaving her way through the side stage to chase after you. Ross watched her disappear after you, a pang of helplessness settling in his chest as he forced himself to keep playing.

When Gabbriette found you in the backstage bathroom, you were already crumpled on the floor, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hunched over the toilet seat. The sound of the door opening barely registered over the ringing in your ears, but the warmth of her presence immediately filled the small, sterile space. Without hesitation, she knelt beside you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face and securing it with one hand as she used the other to rub slow, soothing circles on your back.

“Shh,” she murmured softly, her voice low and calm, an anchor in your spiraling panic. “It’s alright, you’re okay. What happened?”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly, the words caught somewhere in your tightening chest. Finally, you managed to whisper, “I don’t know. I just started feeling bad all of a sudden.”

Her hand didn’t falter, the steady motion of her palm a quiet comfort against the storm brewing inside you. “Okay, okay,” she said gently, her tone as steady as her movements. “It’s alright. The show’s almost over. Your dad will be here soon.” Her reassurance was soft but firm, grounding you even as the unease continued to ripple through your body.

Gabby kept the door propped open as she stood in between the bathroom and the hallway, trying to keep a protective eye on you while also waiting for Ross to walk down the hallways from the stage. Only a few minutes had passed, but they felt like hours. You could hear the crowd get louder and louder and eventually heard the familiar tune of the last song.

Ross, Adam, and Matty were all on the B-stage for the last song. Ross didn’t waste anytime when he played the very last notes. Immediately climbing down the side ladder before handing his bass to one of the boys, and running down the side walkway as fast as he could. Ignoring every single fan is his reach, he ran backstage, eager to find you.

Gabby called his name as soon as she saw him. “In here.”

He silently thanked her as he passed her and walked into the restroom.

You didn’t look up, too tired to move, but you knew it was him. His footsteps were familiar to you, comforting in some sense, although it did nothing to relieve the aching feeling running its course through your body.

His heart broke at the sight of you, knees curled up to your chest and body sweating almost as much as him, but you didn’t just complete a two and a half hour concert. “Oh, darling. What have we got here?” He asked gently, kneeling down to meet you.

“I don’t feel good.” You said simply

“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m gonna get you back to the hotel right now, okay?” You nodded with all the energy you had left as he cradled your face.

“Can you tell me what hurts my love?”

You slowly moved to adjust yourself, the cold floor not being the most comfortable place right now. “My head hurts a lot. My stomach too…I don’t know, everything just feels very achy.”

He nodded, trying to hold it together but in reality he was in pain too every time he saw you in pain. “Okay, Alright. I’m gonna go get your things. Want to stay here for the moment?” You nodded softly. “Alright. I’ll be right back, my love.”

…

The ride from the arena to the hotel felt like an eternity, each passing minute stretching as your discomfort grew worse. By the time you stepped into your dad’s bedroom, every symptom had reached a ten. You didn’t bother with decorum, collapsing face-first onto his bed with a muffled groan. Relief felt like a distant concept, and the lack of medication or even a temperature check only made it worse.

“Not so fast, my girl,” your dad said, his voice cutting through your haze of exhaustion.

“Whyyyy?” you whined, refusing to lift your head from the pillow.

“First off, you’re still in your clothes—which, might I add, have hints of puke on them. Secondly, that’s my bed. Have you forgotten that your room is next door? I just came in here to grab you some medicine.”

You shifted slightly but didn’t make any move to leave. “But I don’t wanna be there by myself,” you murmured, your voice soft and pleading. “Please, Dad. Just this one time? I don’t feel good.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to say no. He wanted to remind you that you’d said “just this one time” last week when you crawled into his bed at three in the morning, claiming you could hear George’s snoring through the wall. But the memory of his bandmates’ voices rang in his head, their teasing reminders to *enjoy it while it lasts.* He looked at you, curled up in his blanket, pale and pitiful, and he knew he couldn’t say no.

“Fine,” he relented with a small sigh, “but you still gotta shower.”

“That’s gonna take too long,” you grumbled, burrowing further into the bed. “I just want to rest.”

“You’ll feel better after a cool shower, my love,” he coaxed gently. “Then, I promise, you can come right back here and lay down.”

You hesitated, your stubbornness clashing with the trust in his voice, before finally nodding. “Okay.”

“I’ll go get it running for you,” he said, already moving toward the bathroom. “Just wait here for a second.”

Moments later, he returned, gesturing toward the bathroom. “It’s all ready, go ‘head.”

Dragging yourself up, you trudged into the bathroom, expecting the usual sterile setup. Instead, you found the shower set to the exact temperature you always preferred, the steam curling softly against the mirror. Your shower products, still tucked away in your suitcase, were carefully laid out on the counter, alongside a fresh towel and your favorite set of pajamas. Seeing everything he’d prepared sparked a small, warm smile to your lips, a flicker of gratitude breaking through the fog of your discomfort.

The cool water worked wonders, easing the aches in your body and clearing your head. You could now admit your dad was right. By the time you stepped out and changed into the cozy pajamas he’d picked out, you felt a little lighter, a little more human. Padding back into the bedroom, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling absently on his phone. He looked up as you approached, his expression softening.

“Dad?” you murmured as you crawled back into the bed beside him.

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

He smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “Always, my love.”

#ross macdonald x daughter!reader #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #love dad ross #ross macdonald

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tillthelandslide · 2 years ago

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That Ross Instagram AU was soooo cute. Could you write a one-shot about Ross and readers first time sleeping together?? Like maybe they've already been on a few dates but she wanted to take it slow and make sure he was serious about her before having sex.

Made for Me - Ross Macdonald Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n: I tried to make this really sweet but I'm just too feral for Ross at the moment so it's not as sweet as I wanted it... Also I keep seeing photos with Ross with fans and Jesus Christ my husband has gotten more ripped! So obvs had to include that. Anyway hope you enjoy

You and Ross hadn't been dating for very long but you knew he was the one for you, you had been on quite a few dates before he left for tour, as many as you could fit in before you had to eventually say goodbye. You spent all your free time with the man and he was quick to introduce you to the band and everyone who he worked with, all of you becoming close quite quickly. You knew he was your person from the moment you met him, he seemed to just get you, understand everything there was to understand.

You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that became perfectly evident whilst he was away on tour. You were no stranger to men seeking every opportunity to sleep with women whilst their partner was away and seeing as you and Ross weren't in a relationship you were half expecting him to take up the many opportunities he got whilst on tour.

But the many phone calls and facetime calls you got form him, from the confines of his hotel room when the other boys were out drinking or celebrating, made it perfectly clear he was serious. Or the many texts you got from the other guys, begging you to come see them on tour so Ross would stop complaining about how much he missed you, told you everything you needed to know.

"Would rather talk to you than go out love. 've missed you" he said one night, a slightly sad smile resting on his lips.

"Ross Macdonald denying a pint? That's not like you" you said, making him laugh before shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a changed man" he said, you remember how you wanted to just drop everything in your life and buy a plane ticket to see him but that wasn't possible. Especially when he got interrupted by someone unknown to you, informing said person that he was on the phone to "his girl".

You surprised them on the last day of their tour, working with Jamie and the tour manager, to organise your arrival and organising with his brother to stay with them when Ross finishes tour, knowing it would be the first palace he wanted to visit because he mentioned it to you, practically begging for you to come with him. He told you he felt really conflicted because he wanted nothing more than to see you but also promised his brother he'd visit him and his nephew. You solved the dilemma yourself, not that he knew that just yet.

You arrived at the venue, Jamie sneaking you in through a back door, the show hadn't started yet. He gave you a warm hug upon seeing you, saying it was nice to see you again and he was looking forward to seeing Ross' reaction, again mentioning how moany he has been without you.

"Okay so Matty is coming to meet you and he'll take you to the boys, Ross has no clue what's happening, will probably think Matty's gone for a fag" Jamie says as he texts Matty. You and Jamie catch up before you see the curly man walking towards you, a large smile resting on his lips, running the last bit of distance and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank god you're here, wish it was a bit earlier, would've made the tour more bearable" he jokes pulling back to look at you.

"He's been that bad huh?" You say making Matty shake his head.

"You have no idea" he says, the two of you laughing. Ross is waiting in another room with the guys, a while away from where you, Matty and Jamie are standing but he swears he hears your laugh, convincing himself that he just misses you that much, that he's hearing things.

Matty walks in front of you, pushing the door slightly just to reveal his face to the guys in the room.

"Hey mate" he says, Ross's eyes find him, waiting to see what he wants "got a delivery here for you, Jamie just picked it up" Matty says, his voice so casual and it makes her smile.

"A delivery? For me? How special" he jokes making you hold back a laugh. Matty opens the door a second later and the two of you watch as the smile drops from his face, dimples disappearing as his mouth hangs open, before he's smiling widely again, eyes creasing the way you love, dimples popping, a genuine Ross smile that has your stomach swarming with butterflies.

He's standing not a moment later, large legs talking him to you in two long strides, next he's wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, slightly lifting you off the ground.

You laugh loudly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, placing a loving peck to his cheek.

"you're here, like actually here" he says simply as he pulls back from you to see you. He knew he heard your laugh.

"I'm here" you nod making him smile.

"Can't believe you're here, I've fucking missed you" he says.

"I've heard..." You say, eyes wandering back to the boys who all chuckle.

"You little shits" Ross says, briefly turning away from you to look at the guys who have snitched on him.

"You were becoming unbearable mate and that's coming from me" Adam says, who also has been missing Carly and his son (very understandable).

You chuckle at his words, eyes moving back to Ross who turns back to you, hand grasping your face gently, pulling you toward him to meet in a soft kiss before he allows you to move away from him and say hi to the guys, all of whom hug you tightly, thanking you for arriving (commenting on the fact it is the last show and your arrival was needed much earlier, not that you could've helped that).

You're then all talking, including the support act, tucked into Ross' side, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, not letting you go. You can't help but keep looking up at the man, wanting nothing more than to pull him into some secret room to show him how much you've missed him. The two of you had been taking things slow, not that you didn't do other things (both too desperate for each other not to do anything at all) but you were yet to have sex and you found yourself craving it now.

You allow him to leave you when he has to go on stage, pressing multiple kisses to his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Stand on my side of the stage yeah?" He asks and you nod up at him, of course you were going to.

"I'll miss you" he says, smilingly stupidly down at you.

"We lasted all this time, think we can last a bit longer" a double meaning to your words. He leaves you with one last firm and sensual kiss to your mouth, grazing his tongue against yours momentarily before pulling away. The little shit.

You watch from the side of the stage, never missing a single smile on the man's lips, never once missing the looks he was shooting towards you, many winks thrown your way.

After the show, you wait as Ross says goodbye to the guys, not rushing him as you knew despite him spending months with them, he'd miss them during the few weeks they had off. You say your goodbyes before the both of you head back to his hotel, hand in hand and catching up on everything you'd missed.

"So you are coming to see my brother with me?" He asks as he enters his room, placing your bag that he had been carrying down to the floor before pulling you towards him so he could hold you in his arms. You nod up at him as he smiles , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"That makes me so fucking happy" he says against your mouth. Your hands find his chest, smoothing over the muscles over his shirt. He sighs into your mouth befofe pulling away.

"Missed you so much" he says and you smile.

"I missed you too Ross. So much" you say, allowing him to press another kiss to your mouth, a more urgent one this time. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, making you gasp against him, his tongue slowly finds its way into your mouth, moving languidly against yours as you grasp the back of his neck.

Your hands move from his neck, landing over his chest, pushing gently until he moves backwards, the back of his thighs hitting the bed so he sits down. He's quick to grasp your hips as you hold his shoulders, slowly lowering yourself onto the bed, hooking your legs over his until your straddling him.

He just can't get enough of you, wanting to be close to you at all times, so he pulls you into his arms again, just holding you against him in a crushing hug. Moments later he pulls away, his soft eyes find yours as the fingertips of his large hand drift over your cheek, landing on your jaw and holding you against his mouth.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, mouths moving slowly against each other, not needing or wanting to rush.

"I missed you" he repeats again, he had said it so many times but you weren't complaining. His mouth moves easily against yours, tugging at your bottom lip until you're quietly moaning into his mouth. When his tongue swipes across your bottom lip you can't help but gasp and the feeling makes you roll your hips down into his. He's quick to grasp your hips, controlling your movements, setting a slow torturous pace, one which gives you both pleasure but isn't enough.

"Ross I want you" you murmur into his mouth, making him groan. You can feel him hard and heavy beneath you and God how you had missed him. You knew the feeling of his fingers buried inside you and if was heaven and the way he pulsed against your tongue whilst your lips were wrapped around him. But you were beyond excited to him, all of him, deep in your core, his body and soul intertwined with yours as she showed you how he felt.

"Are you sure love? We don't have to rush this, we have all the time in the world. Need to make sure you're certain about this" he says, dark eyes piercing into yours, scanning your features for any sense of doubt, which of course he doesn't find.

"I want this. Do you?" You ask, insecurities creeping in.

"Desperately, but I can wait love... Id wait forever for you" his words have your heart pounding in your chest, stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You're quick to pull his mouth back to yours.

"I need you" you say this time, your words are hitting him differently now. His brown orbs somehow darken and he smears his mouth against yours, the kiss is passionate and has you moaning into him, hips continuing their slow grind against him, more forceful this time, pressing down harshly against him so he grunts into your mouth.

"Fuck love" he moans into your mouth, hands grasping your hips halting your movements making you pull away from him, a deep set frown on your face as you try your hardest to continue to move against him, his hands hold you in place, his firm grip only worsening your feral stage.

"Hold on a second love, want to take my time you" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making the pout disappear. Your heart rate quickens at his words and the way his mouth is now moving slowly against your own. Tongue only swiping against yours in meaningful movements, taking from you only what you gave him.

"Can fuck you later, right now I just need to take my time, we only get the first time once, want to make it worth it" he says, airing his thoughts and apprehensions. Your brain gets caught up in the beginning of his words, your core tightening before your heart decided to take over, hearing the rest of the words and pulsing harshly at the sentiment.

"Ross" you say, the man smiling at the call of his name, never sounding so perfect than when it came from you. Your eyes were soft now when they met his and he can't help but grasp your face in his hands, gently pulling you back to his mouth, a chaste kiss before he pulls away.

"Gunna let me take my time?" He asks and you nod quickly, making him chuckle. He sighs deeply as he scans your features, his own heart soaring.

"I love you" he says, not able to contain it any longer. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and you freeze for a moment, before falling forward and kissing him passionately.

"I love you too" you mumble into his mouth. He takes his time in flipping you, resting on his elbows over you as to not crush you with his weight. He grumbles into your mouth as your small hand smooths over his beard, landing on his jaw and pulling him closer to you.

Although he wanted to take his time, he can't help but press his member against you, loving the way you sigh into his mouth.

"Ross" you moan, he isn't sure if it's a warning or a beg for more, maybe even both.

"What do you want love?" He asks, needing to hear you say it again. His mouth moves from yours, navigating it's way to your neck where firm kisses are pressed, accompanied by his tongue, swiping over the spot he knows you love.

"I want you" you sigh out, hand weaving it's way into his hair.

"You've got me, you've got me" he repeats into your neck, moaning when you raise your hips off the bed, needing some form of friction, the ache between your thighs needing to be quenched.

"You're going to be the death of me love" he says, pulling away from your neck, lips finding each other again and his hand runs along your side, untucking your shirt from your jeans and running his hand underneath it. Your skin is warm against his touch, you gasp as his calloused fingertips caress your torso, finally meeting the swell of your breast.

"Why?" You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as his hand rounds the back of you, singlehandedly undoing your bra, pulling the fabric away from your boobs so he can fondle your nipple.

"It's taking everything in me not to just fuck you" he groans and you moan loudly at his words. You don't say anything, just press another kiss to his mouth.

You knew if you begged him to fuck you, he would regret it, so you slow things down again. You knew he needed this time to be slow, you knew he needed to show you how much he loved you. And the truth was there would be plenty of other times he could fuck you harshly and quickly, and despite what the both of your minds are thinking in their currently ferral state, you both knew you didn't want this time to be like that.

You pull away from his mouth again, small hands finding the collar of his shirt, slowly undoing each button as you keep eye contact with him. He never knew such a simple task could be so intense. Finally his shirt is loose around his body, resting against his shoulders. His tanned skin is finally revealed to you, chest hair tempting you so you run your hands gently along his pecks which are heaving up and down.

Your eyes lower themselves to his abdomen, what once had a slight pouch (one in which you adored) was now harder under your touch, the muscles strengthened since you were last with each other. His new work out routine made him feel good and my god did it make him look it. You loved the old Ross, although he was more conscious about his body back then, now he was more confident and that's why you loved it.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours love?" He says, his tone airy, holding back a string of moans as your tongue swipes across the centre of his chest.

"Thinking of how you got so ripped" you say, your words making the large man chuckle above you. Your hands push against the fabric hanging loosely on his body, your hands moving along with it, down his muscular arms until it's off, you throw it somewhere.

"Yeah? Prefer me this way?" He asks and you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

"Not prefer... Never prefer" you say, mouth moving against his skin making him sigh "love you no matter what you look like..." Your voice trails off and his ears prick up at the silence, eyes snapping open to find you, needing you (if not for his egos sake) to finish your sentence.

"But?" He senses there is one.

"But fuck me you're hot" you say, finally running your hands down his abs, watching the way they contract before your fingertips are clasping his belt, quickly undoing it. Another act that Ross thinks is the hottest his ever seen. He tries not to let your words go straight to his head so he distracts himself with your body, but you can't help but smile as he smirks to himself.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, eyes asking for permission which you easily grant him, and so your shirt is pulled off, and next your bra which he had already undone. His mouth quickly finds your right breast, lips wrapping around the peaked pud, tongue swiping across his as you moan into the room.

"Ross" you sigh.

"Fuck you're so beautiful" he says as his eyes find yours again. You mouths meet again, not able to get enough each other. Your hands drift to his jeans again, not able to resist pressing your palm to the tent in his suit pants, he grunts into your mouth, but doesn't pull away this time, doesn't stop you. Maybe he had enough of taking his time, maybe this pace was good enough for the both of you.

"Love..." He says against your mouth as your hand continues to move against him, over the confines of his trousers. The noises he's making from just this have your core pulsing around nothing, feeling the emptiest it's ever felt. You knew you needed him and you needed him now.

You slowly undo his zip, thinking if you did it slowly enough maybe he wouldn't realise and wouldn't stop you.

"Love" he repeats again, you're worried he's going to stop your movements as he pulls away, but when he looks down to where you hand has halted against his zipper, before his eyes are snapping back to yours, you know to continue. With a slight push against his chest, he moves to the side, back against the bed as you stay at his side.

He was allowing himself this for now, he could worship your body after, knowing you desperately wanted him, in some form, you'd settle for anything right now. So he allows you to push down his trousers, chuckling as you take his underwear with them, not wasting time. His hard member snaps against his abdomen and he hisses as it meets the air, finally free. You almost drool at the sight, his huge cock that you had missed dearly (not as much as the man obviously) was leaking, the tip the redist you had seen it.

He watches as your eyes darken and how you bite your lip and he almost cums at the sight, only looking away from you when you wrap your hand around him, head snapping back momentarily due to the sudden pleasure. As your hand works against him he knows he needs to do something for you, he wants it more than anything, he wants to hear how you repeat his name over and over as you clench around his fingers.

His large hand rests on your own abdomen now, drifting down whilst staring into your eyes, his stare his intense and his mouth hangs open, moans and grunts falling from it. His fingertips easily find the button of your jeans, undoing them before taking the zip down.

He pauses as your thumb spreads across his tip, bringing the precum along his girth to the base of him. He pushes your hand away for a moment so he can tug your jeans down, groaning when your red lace underwear are revealed to him.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His calloused fingers are pressing against your clothed centre as your hand wraps around him again and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut again. Your movements on his length don't falter.

"You're soaked through love' he comments and you simply nod, too turned on to even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment and he fucking loves it, quickly pressing his mouth to yours as his fingers make their way into your underwear. Swearing against your mouth as he feels how wet you are.

"it's all for you ross"

He doesn't bother teasing you now, knowing you were desperate, so his fingers run through your folds spreading your wetness up to your clit where he presses harshly, massaging the bundle of nerves. It makes your hand pause for a second, moaning out his name.

"Fucking hell Ross, God I've missed you" you say and thats all he needs to hear before two of his long fingers are thrusting into you. You suddenly remember that he's aching and pulsing in your grip and you continue to stroke him, moaning in unison out of joint pleasure.

Your moans are harmonious with one another and you never break eye contact, it somehow makes the act even hotter, adding to your pleasure.

You have to grasp his shoulders with your other hand as he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot which has your head thrown back and your mouth agape. His mouth finds your neck, grunting against the skin as you quicken the pace. Ross can't help but thrust into your palm and you snap your head to find him.

"That's so hot" you confess and he manages to chuckle through a mean, biting his lip as he looks over you, landing on your centre where his fingers are thrusting harshly in and out of you, curling at the right moments, hitting that spot again.

"You're so tight love" he can't wait see how you feel around him.

"Ross" you moan, back arching.

"I need you..." You say and he nods.

"I know love, me too. Fuck" he pauses as a wave of intense pleasure courses through his body, he was close.

"Need you come for me first" he says, mouth pressing against yours as he curls his fingers again, holding the pads of them against your gspot and rubbing.

"Come for me love" and that's all you truly need before your core is fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating them. Your hand momentarily stops around him, too high on your orgasm to continue, not that he minds, seeing you blissed out makes him cum undone himself. His juices spilling into your hand and across his abdomen.

He pulls out from you, fingertips finding their way into his mouth making you moan when he sucks them cleans. Your own fingertips collect the mixture from your hand and his stomach, licking it all up as you stare at him.

"Fucking hell" is all he can say. The both of you find yourselves laughing at how wild you're acting. You pull him towards you until he's hovering over you again, your back to the bed this time. You can feel his member against your stomach, slowly hardening just by looking at you.

"I love you" you say again, the second time you've said it this evening.

"I love you too" he says, kissing you again. Your lips move like clockwork by now, his tongue tenderly swiping into your mouth, tasting each other on the others tongue. His large hands find your waist, caressing the skin gently.

He allows his hips to lower themselves slightly more towards you, until he's resting against your core, fully hard now. His hands move to your hips, slipping under the corners of your underwear.

"Can I take these off love?" He asks, breaking your kiss for a second.

"Please do" you say, and so he does, throwing them somewhere, neither of you caring where. He stops what he's doing, staring at you again, smiling to himself as his hand tucks a rogue hair behind your ear.

"How did I get so lucky huh?" He asks, shaking his head. You smile up at him, your hand coming up to drift over his features, gently soothing against the skin. He looked slightly worn out from being on tour, but he also looked so happy, dimples appearing and his eyes creasing, one of your favourite things about him.

"Can I make love to you now?" He says, his hand is coming to grasp the base of him. Your eyes snap down before looking up at him again, nodding eagerly. For a moment you panic he won't fit, you had never ever had anyone as big as Ross, he sees the worry etched across your features and places gently kisses to your cheeks and then mouth.

"I'll go slow okay?" He says and with a nod and a reassuring kiss he's weaving the tip of him into your hole. Your eyes close as he does and he places kisses to your lids, making you smile. You grasp his shoulders as you feel him stretch you open, your grasp is gentle, but he still needs to make sure you're okay.

"Look at me love" he says and immediately your eyes are opening to find him "are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Never better. Feels good, keep going" you say, letting him know that the stretch was welcomed. He slowly pushes himself in, groaning as he does, stopping himself from being too eager and pushing all the way in. But you surprise him but pushing against his hips, making him bottom out with a loud grunt from him and sharp inhale of breath from you, accompanied by a high pitch grasp.

"Oh fuck" he says, loving the way you clench around him, he waits a few moments for you to adjust to him, eyes never wavering from yours. His ego is stroked just a little when he sees pleasure make its way onto your face, mouth falling open as you moan, despite the fact he hadnt even moved yet.

"Are you okay love?" He asks again, chuckling silently, knowing by the look on your face you were more than okay, a look which he had seen many times before he went on tour, a look he saw when he had his face burried in-between your legs or knuckles deep in your cunt, a look which he had really missed, a look which he had only seen once tonight but knew wouldn't be the last time.

"Fuck you" you say, making him laugh again.

"Haven't even moved yet" he says and you shove jokingly at his chest before he kisses you.

"You're just so deep" you say, bringing his hand to feel your abdomen, making him groan into your mouth. He hadn't moved, yet with how large he was he was already pressed against your gspot.

"Can I move love?"

"Please" so his hips draw backwards, a moan falling from him and you, and then he slowly pushes back in, the two of you gasping into the other.

"Oh fuck" your moan is high pitch, eyes threatening to close with the amount of pleasure one thrust causes but you don't want to miss the way his face is contorting, eyebrows furrowing as his feels his own pleasure.

He repeats the action, the whole of him disappears from within you, before he pushes back in. His strokes are deep and slow, showing you how much he loves you.

"Fuck you're so good" you moan, moving away from his mouth to look at him.

"You feel so good love... So tight... So- fuck" his hips falter a second when you flutter around him at his own words.

His deep thrusts have you moaning his name repeatedly, each one being caught by his own mouth. He's vocal, more vocal than anyone you had been with previously and you loved it, knowing you'd do anything you can to hear his noises.

"Fuck you were made for me, look at you" he says before his grasping your chin, making you look at where you were joined, resting his forehead against yours.

"Look how well you're taking me love" you had never expected him to be the type to talk dirty like this, but you can't help how good it makes you feel. You watch with him as his cock nearly completely leaves you before it returns, joint with the wet sounds from you. His eyes find yours again and you're quick to push your mouth to his, tongue instantly finding his, moaning his name into his mouth.

"Faster Ross"

"Don't want to hurt you baby" he says and you chuckle, he shakes his head at the look of you, he couldn't resist if he tried. So he quickens the pace, movements just as deep as before, hitting your spot just the same, just more regularly now. The way you cling to his shoulders and the way you're clenching around him feels like heaven.

"Never going to get enough of this. Fuck I love you" he says, your mouth sucking against his neck, biting it as you moan, back arching again. His fingertips find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until your mouth hangs open, not able to do anything but moan his name.

"Ross Ross Ross" you repeat, it now being the only word you can say.

"I fucking love you. God I love you" he says forehead falling forward and resting against yours again and once again he can't help but look down at where he's snapping into you. He can't believe this is happening to him, he can't believe you of all people are allowing him to have you this way.

"so so lucky" he mumbles whilst looking at your sopping cunt taking him so well. You almost cum undone at his words, moving his chin upwards until he's looking at you.

"Ross..." Your eyes flutter momentarily before looking deep into his dark orbs, you pulse around him, your orgasm drawing closer. Your voice is floaty, barely there but he can hear you. The words you let out are sultry and they have his hips stuttering forward.

"Want you to cum for me" he knows he'll never hear anything hotter. He pushes himself forward before pulling backwards, he does this four more times before he bottoms out and stills, cumming inside you, coating your walls with him.

His thumb finds your clit, and knows by the way you're clenching around him youre close.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" you say.

"cum for me darling, cum for me" he says and his words make you let go, shaking around him. He grasps your shaking hand in his and he holds you through your orgasm, lips moving slowly against yours as a string of moans and his name fall into his mouth from yours.

Once you've come down from your high he pulls out of you, making the both of you groan, he falls down onto the bed next to you, pulling you to lie on his chest.

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Wasn't too fast or anything?" His insecurity speaks again.

"Ross it was perfect... Couldn't be more perfect" you say with a brief kiss to his mouth.

"Be my girlfriend please?" He asks and you smile as you nod.

"Id love to"

You cuddle after that, many more kisses pressed against one another's mouth and an array of "I love you's" being said. You then fall asleep, you pressed to his chest and his arms keeping you safe. It could never have not been perfect, because it was with Ross. Your person, who from the moment you met him, loved you exactly the way you needed.

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year ago

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Caramel (Ross Macdonald)

warning: language, reference to the inseam incident that i will never elaborate more on but love to reference over and over again

note: continues in this fluffy lil mini series that sorta starts here. i think i might continue this into a little mini series because i like this dynamic and i think i need more of y/n and ross in this universe. if you want to, you can imagine all the ross one shots i write all exist in the same universe cuz that’s what i do.

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it’s been 2 days since ross forcefully entered came to check in on you at your shared apartment with violet. you’re still on your period, so of course, you’re still finding it difficult to look ross in the eye without succumbing to your wildest dreams, so instead you made plans that are essentially a huge turn-off for you: hanging out with his friends.

“do i do eyeliner for this? is this, like, an eyeliner occasion?” violet questions while pretending she’s not as frantic as she truly is. she sits on the bathroom counter, having knocked over a few things on her climb up but you decided not to pester her about it.

“it really depends on who you plan on talking to.” you are sitting in the empty bathtub, fully clothed and a throw pillow hugged to your stomach. the bathroom door is closed and violet forgot to put on music so both your voices fill up the room, slightly echoing with enough enunciation.

“give me a run through again?” she pleads. you’ve done it twice, so you assume this last time is the last time but for real this time.

“first there’s adam, he has a girlfriend so he doesn’t care. then there’s george-“

“that’s the other big one, right? the blond?”

“we’ll he’s not actually blond, it’s just bleached. and very fried too. so if you’re into a man with a thicker head of hair, then you’d want to go for matty. but he comes with his own things to think about.”

“like?”

“i’m skipping ahead, sorry. so george, he’s very nice, very sweet guy, he is the other big one, he’s 6’4. smokes a lot of weed, like a lot. aside from his occasional forgetfulness from that, he’s very kind, very polite and respectful, very much a feminist. and he loves dogs.”

“well, i’m more of a cat person.”

“and you’re out of luck there. all his friends are dog people. you’ll have to adjust. anyways, then there’s matty. he’s like the ‘wattpad bad boy’ of the friend group, i think he got voted most likely to be a mafia boss and purchase a girl named ‘y/n’ from her junkie mother.”

“can you maybe like tell me something relevant about him?”

“that is relevant. he’s a little shorter, curly hair, a lot of tattoos, i mean, they all do. i think george might have the most, actually. he’s a bit of a dick at times and i know he means well or he’s mean in a comedic manner but more than often he just gets on my nerves and i know you have a much shorter temper than i do.”

“so you’re saying i should try to talk to george more.”

“i’m saying you should be careful. men are unpredictable and weird. and gross. you heard about the inseam incident, didn’t you?”

she visibly shudders. “god, how could i forget? fucking grotesque…”

she turns back to meet her own reflection in the mirror, staring blankly, but soon realizes how easily you dodged her original question. “wait, so eyeliner or no eyeliner?”

you give her a long, studying look. “eyeliner.”

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you hold the door open for violet, always feeling like a gentleman to her damsel whenever she’s around. the inside of the boys’ house is much warmer than outside, and it feels like home, if home was a set temperature.

matty and george bicker over something in front of the tv, a case of dvds, maybe. adam is balls deep in conversation with his girlfriend, carly, while he pets allen, george’s matty’s dog. ross is in the kitchen grabbing a soda and a beer when he turns around at the noise of the door being opened.

“there’s my girl!” he exclaims, seemingly tipsy before the party has even begun. he drops both beverages on the kitchen island and circles around to give violet a brief side hug and you a much more substantial one. he squishes you in so tight you feel your ribs crack and splinter under the weight of it and he’s warm like a home should be. “good to see you, violet, you ready to meet my mates? they’ve been giddy about your arrival all day.”

“fuck off, we have not!” matty hollers over his shoulder and while his head is turned, george swiftly sticks a dvd of his own choice into the player and stands up, fleeing from the scene of the crime. he dusts his hands off on his jeans and reaches out to help his friend off the floor.

once matty realizes what has been done, his jaw drops in offense, and pettily, pushes g’s hands away and reluctantly stands up on his own. he stretches his arms up high and his back and elbows crack in the process. you’re much more used to his antics than violet, so you know he’s only doing this action to make the bottom of his t-shirt ride up, revealing his happy trail and his sexy tattoos.

this isn’t just some weird head-canon you have for him, you’ve actually heard him admit to this trick before when attempting to woo a woman.

ross leads the two of you over to the three men loitering the living room. “violet, this is adam,” adam doesn’t stand as the dog is in his lap, but he gives a humble wave that suffices, “matty,” violet doesn’t need to be pointed to who matty is. he stands and smiles widely and wraps violet in a hug.

“bold,” you mutter. matty flips you off behind violet’s back. you roll your eyes but he doesn’t catch it.

george approaches then, exuding a strange energy you’d never seen before. not from him at least. “and i’m george,” he extends a hand for a firm handshake, and when you watch violet agree to it, you can see him squeeze her hand just a smidge too tight.

they both are so weird. why can’t they just act normal around your friend?

“why are you two acting like freaks?” ross speaks the words right from your mouth and you feel a strong sense of adoration for him the way he can just simply share a thought of yours.

“no reason. anyway, we’re watching 'monster house,'" george dismisses and fetches the beer ross had been in the process of grabbing for him. while in the kitchen, he grabs two more sodas, holding both the cans perfectly in one large hand and you wonder what it must be like to possess such an ability.

ross drops down onto one end of the large couch, leaning into the arm of it and matty gets comfortable on a single arm chair, not leaving much opportunity to sit near violet and you start observing the weird male hierarchy that is already set in place when a new female is introduced to the ecosystem. were they like when you first met them all? you never bothered to ask, it never happened across your mind.

george returns with the sodas and hands one to you and one to violet, ever the gentleman, and sits down on the other side of the largest couch in the room.

“hey, wasn’t that coke supposed to be mine?” ross complains.

“there’s only two left. and y/n and violet are guests, so if y/n would like to share with you, that’s on her.”

ross sticks his tongue out at george’s back when he turns to fuss with the remote. you join the men on the couch, sitting a distance from ross and he immediately pulls you closer than close, you’re basically on his lap at this point. you’re confused at this sudden pda but then you notice it gives violet enough room to squeeze in right next to george on the couch. stupid unspoken male hierarchy rules.

you hand the soda to ross, not even having to ask or say anything at all, he knows it’s his official boyfriend duty to crack it open for you. he does exactly that, stealing a sip of it before handing it back. you squint at him.

you are sly when you side eye violet and george, completely eavesdropping on their gentle conversation but acting like you’re caught up in your own with your boyfriend. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say ross was listening in as well. you’re so in sync with him.

“i moved here after high school, my family is back in california,” you hear violet inform him and george looks all too interested.

“that explains the accent. it’s not everyday you hear an american, especially around here. why didn’t you go somewhere cooler like london?”

“y/n and i used to live there but then she started studying here so we made the move together. and sorry about the whole accent. it sounds a little silly compared to you guys, i know.”

“it’s not silly at all. i’ve actually always found it quite sexy, the american speak.”

it would sound like a load of bullshit if it were coming from anyone else but george is always so sincere in every word he says, you decide to leave them be for now.

you turn back to the man next to you. “can i kiss you?”

he scrunches his eyebrows, “since when do you need to ask?”

“i’m wearing lipstick. it’s gonna get on you. it might be… i don’t know… embarrassing.”

“why would it be embarrassing to have visible proof i just kissed a girl?”

“so that’s a yes, then?”

“kiss me any time. i love your lipstick. get it all over me if you want to.”

you decide to take that as a challenge and use both your hands to hold him down still, kissing every inch of his face that isn’t covered by the dark, coarse hair of his beard.

it takes him by surprise, so he sits still in shock for a few moments, letting you make a complete mess on his face, before finally retaliating, grabbing your face this time and kissing you properly.

“ew, get a room,” you didn’t even notice matty in the corner on the chair, now wrapped up in a thick blanket and pile driving a bowl of popcorn completely solo, looking like a young girl menstruating for the very first time.

ross wraps his arms around you, cradling you protectively into his neck. “mind your business, dickwad. watch the movie.” you mumble something into ross’s neck and he lets you loose so you can speak up. “what’s that?”

“douche canoe.”

he cackles in laughter, “yeah, you’re a douche canoe.”

matty rolls his eyes and you’re more than content with his irritation, so you finally give it a rest and cuddle back into ross, enjoying his warmth since matty stole both of the couch blankets.

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 2 years ago

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This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald Part 3

Summary: In which you're missing your boyfriend and it takes absolutely zero convincing from the girls to fly across the world to see your man.

Warnings: Swearing, vulgar language somewhere in the middle as there is the tiniest bit of smut.

Author's Note: This is the last instalment of this little universe of characters. A blurb might be heading your way if I get around to it! Hope you enjoy this final part!

Part One Part Two

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Since you joined them on their UK tour, specifically their Manchester gig where it was very obvious to anyone who laid eyes on the pair of you, that you were completely infatuated with one another. You were 100% head over heels for the 6’4” bassist and he you. Literally from that day on, you couldn’t keep your hands off him. You wanted him all the time not that he minded because he wanted you just as bad.

You’ve never had as much sex in your entire life. It was true when you said that when you finally explored every part of your relationship, that he’d ruin every other man for you. You didn’t want anybody else, you were insatiable when it came to him. I think it was fair to say that you loved the bones off of him.

But you also just loved coming home from work and cooking dinner with him, unwinding and talking about your day. Your life had completely changed and done a full 180 and you couldn’t have been happier for how quick your life turned around. Ross loved slowly invading your space; his favourite jumper over the back of the sofa, a pair of slippers finding their way next to the front door and a bag of his favourite coffee on your kitchen counter. You also loved just sitting with him whilst he practised bass and creating funky little riffs whilst you nursed a glass of wine and just listened to him play. You’d never seen anything hotter than watching him do what he loves; whether that be on stage or in his living room. You were completely obsessed with him.

You also became fast friends with Charli and Carly, the group chat you spoke about when you met them properly was very active as you gossiped about your relationships and the band in general or life problems you were all currently facing. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t talking to those girls. Girls you were very happy were now apart of your life, even though it was only a short time ago, you can’t remember what life was like without those two angels in your life.

Usually Charli was all up for a little juicy goss between you girlfriends but today it was less sex talk and more moaning about how much you missed Ross and how you felt at a loss without knowing he was going to be home for dinner because he was in New York for SNL with the boys.

Charli

Girl I love you but you need to get laid!!!

You

Ohhh I have absolutely no problem with getting laid babe! 🤷🏽‍♀️

Its the fact the man I’d lay down my life for is on the opposite side of the world.

Carly

Let her be! Haha They’re in the honeymoon stage!

You guys are so sweet, I happen to know he feels the same about you!

Don’t tell Adam I told you!!!

You

He told Adam that? 🥺

Charli

Girl how do you not know this? He’s so pussy whipped it’s ridiculous! 😂

Carly

He did! Ads is ridiculously happy that Ross has found his person!

You

I’m literally repeating ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry!’ to myself over and over because I don’t want to cry whilst I’m with Denise and have her ask why I’m crying!

Carly

If you’re missing him that much, why don’t you go and surprise him?!

Charli

That’s an insane idea! I’ll come with you! I’ve got to head over there for an Oscars thing anyway, a couple more days in the US won’t hurt anyone!

Carly

I’ll text Ads, he’ll help with the surprise! X

Charli

I’d ask G but he’ll probably forget what’s happening!

You

You guys! I love you both so much! 💕

Bitch get your suitcase packed we’re going to NY!!!

As soon as you got off the phone to the girls, you booked your flights and then FaceTimed with Charli as you packed your cases together. Struggling with what to pack, what was weather even like in New York in March anyway? Her only input was to just not pack anything considering “You’re probably not going to be wearing a lot once he sees you anyway!” Which to be fair to her, it was a very valid point. Charli knew you both all too well.

After settling on a mixture of cute outfits; casual and a few fancier ones, she picked out her favourite lingerie sets that you owned and told you “If you didn’t get dicked down the moment he sees you. I’ll fuck you myself!” Which had you cackling loudly because you absolutely knew that wouldn’t be the case but you appreciated the confidence boost from her nonetheless anyway!

“Don’t let G hear you say that! He’ll start getting ideas!” You smirked; as Charli giggled before finally hanging up the phone so you could get the rest of your shit together.

When you got into bed that night, you wiggled about in excitement knowing that in less than 24 hours you’ll be able to see your man in flesh made it almost impossible to sleep. Feeling a little frisky you pulled off Ross’ shirt that you had stolen and opened up your camera app and hit record.

Sending it off to your man, as a little incentive as what he was missing and how much you were missing him. You shot him a quick warning text.

Just off to bed, missing you like crazy!

Do NOT under any circumstances open this in front of your band mates!!!

I’ll kill you and trust me I’ll know!

I love you xxx

His response made you squeal in excitement! You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him!

Fuck baby! You’re already killing me!

Sweet dreams! Only a couple more days until I’m home!

I love you too xxx

When you touched down in the New York, you forgot the intricacies of travelling with a well known international pop star and the fact paps were already waiting at the airport to pounce on whatever poor unsuspecting celebrity had touched down in the Big Apple. Taking your suitcases you wheeled them on out of the airport alone and into the awaiting car as you waited for Charli because if the paparazzi ruined your surprise you were going to riot because you really wanted to pull this off.

Switching your phone off do not disturb whilst you were in the car, it buzzed with a text from Adam.

Hope your flight was okay.

Had the hotel pop your name onto Ross’ room!

Also sent your man on a coffee run so I’ll meet you in the lobby! x

You couldn’t help but beam when you spotted your friend waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel. Rushing to pull him into a tight a hug, you were very grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann. “Thank you for doing this. It means so much to me.” You told him, once you got your keycard from the front desk, the three of you finally making your way to the floor the band were staying on.

“Yeah seriously! Thanks so much! She’s been so annoying at home!”

“You’re just as bad! Fuck off!” You shot Charli a glare although it didn’t last long because it sent you both into a fit of giggles.

“George is in his room.” Adam told her; as he stepped out of the elevator onto their floor, the brunette waved over her shoulder before skipping towards her room. “Ross should be back soon. It wasn’t hard to get him out the hotel! You know what he’s like with his caffeine addiction!” He smiled softly at you with a chuckle.

Hugging him once more, you pushed open the door to Ross’ room, abandoning your suitcase by the bed. His open next to the desk that was housing a kettle and an arrangement of crap you knew he had fished out of his pockets before leaving the hotel earlier. Immediately rushing to the bathroom to freshen up before your reunion with your favourite member of The 1975. When you finally settled on the bed, you already felt at home as his scent had already started lingering on the sheets, making your head spin and you started to feel giddy at the prospect of seeing his face in the next few minutes.

You weren’t on your own for very long; about ten minutes after you got into something a little more comfortable (wink wink) you heard Ross’ deep dulcet northern tone on the other side of the door. “Yeah see you in a bit mate. I’m going to go ring the missus!” You sat up, you leant up on your arms when you heard the click of the door, Matty’s voice briefly ringing through the open space.

“Yeah, spare me the details. Tell the bitch to text me back though!”

The flutter of your heart as you heard your boyfriend’s giggle and then him scold him for calling you bitch overrides your life long friend’s need to constantly call you names, as you rolled your eyes. Your heart beat beginning to race as you heard the door finally shut and Ross’ footsteps get louder as he finally got closer to you. You bit your lip nervously, waiting for him to spot you laid out on the bed.

You probably would have laughed at the confused expression etched across his handsome features as he heard your phone ring within the room and him running into find out the source of the noise, if your heart wasn’t thumping against your chest the moment you clapped eyes on him.

Ross blinked repeatedly as he took in your appearance. The fact you were here in New York in his hotel room and not at home in Manchester. The skin of your lip caught between your teeth as you attempted to keep your naughty thoughts at bay but he just looked too good. Already putting his coffee down, Ross was striding across the hotel room and launching himself across the bed before you could even utter the words “Hi baby!” His large hands holding onto your jaw tightly and kissing the air straight out of your lungs.

“Fuck. Missed you so much.” He managed to mumble in between kissing you senseless.

“Missed you more.” You moaned; arching into his touch, grabbing at his belt to get him as close as humanly possible.

There was definitely no need to take Charli up on her offer because the little clothing you had on was quickly being ripped off as you reconnected after nearly a week apart. The pornographic moan you let out into the pillows as his large hands squeezed at your arse cheeks, pulling at the flesh as he tried to get deeper was enough to make Ross’ grip on you even tighter and really drive home. Squeezing around him, your whole body lit up in tingles as he made you cum again.

Orgasms were always great but you’d never get over the way Ross made you cum like it was the last thing he’d do every single time. You shuddered at the emptiness as he pulled out, anybody else would be knackered after cumming three times but not you. He made you feel insatiable. You always wanted more. Pushing him on to his back; you climbed back on top, straddling his waist and wasting no time before sliding him back inside you where he belonged.

He always felt bigger, more snug if that was even possible when you were on top but the delirious feeling of dragging your pussy up and down his incredible cock, as you made him like this made your head spin as you rode him faster. Running your hands up his chest and through his chest hair that you loved so much, your hands found home either side of his head so you could lean down to kiss him.

“Love you so much baby.” You murmured into his mouth. “Could do this forever.”

“Always good to me aren’t you love?” Your boyfriend groaned into your mouth at a particular slow drag.

Pulling you to his chest, arms securely wrapped around your waist to hug you in place, Ross planted his feet into the mattress before pistoning into you so fast all you could do was babble absolutely nonsense into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, know you can do it.” He whispered into your ear softly.

“I want it. Want you. Need it baby. Give it to me. I’ve been good.” You managed to get out in between moans and chants of his name, like it was only word you knew.

“You’ve already had me though. Had your mouth round my cock within thirty seconds of seeing me. Always make me cum like that don’t you angel and now you want more?” Ross taunted you, the little shit.

“Always want you. Love you so much.” You pressed your mouth to his in a deep kiss.

“You’ll always have me, I love you so fucking much.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to go any faster but his words of affirmation and way his big cock was fucking into you, had you cumming hard with a loud moan and triggering Ross’ own orgasm, filling you up so much it made you feel delirious. Rolling off him, you snuggled quickly into his side, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, as you listened to his heartbeat beat erratically against your cheek.

It was moments like this that you loved almost as much as the sex, the man was incredible but you also just loved to love upon each other and talk absolute rubbish with one another. You couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky. Ross thinking the same thing as he tucked a fly away piece of hair behind your ear, made you freeze as you just took in the sight of him, a sweet kiss to your forehead followed before he continued telling his story about the restaurant the boys went to the night before, that he’d love to take you to before you both had to leave each other again.

The two of you were in the midst of telling him about the flight over with Charli when Ross’ phone rang from somewhere in the room. Leaning over to rummage through his trouser pocket, you noticed Matty’s name flashing across the screen as he tried to FaceTime him. Ross accepting the call, settled back against the headboard knowing there was always the prospect Matty’s conversation could be long. No hellos were said however when Matty’s face appeared and your heart swelled when you heard the reasonings behind the unsuspected call.

“I’m not saying the walls are thin. But the walls are fucking thin! And if my best pal hasn’t magically teleported to New York and you’ve fucking hurt her. I’ll fucking hurt you MacDonald! Do you hear me? I don’t care, I’ll find a new bassist! Now who the fuck is in your room?” Matty’s voice getting louder and more erratic as he ranted.

“Matty. Calm down, it’s me.”

You spoke softly as you took the phone off your boyfriend. The pang in your chest when you saw the glossiness in his eyes at the thought of you being fucked over by his mate had your own welling up as you offered him a soft smile.

“Hi bitch!” Matty whispered; a sigh of relief living his mouth.

“Hey dickhead!” You whispered back a chuckle.

“You’re in New York? What the fuck!”

“I am!” You laughed. “Charli and I both kind of missed Ross and G so we thought we’d surprise them. Got in earlier today.” You explained to your best mate. “You surprised?!”

“Yeah! Fucking relieved too because I genuinely thought I’d have to kill him! I know you guys are cute but fuck me you two are gross. Like actual rabbits. I’m so happy you’re here, Ross can stop moping about now!” You laughed loudly as your boyfriend reprimanded his mate for calling him out, grumbling out that he didn’t mope which only made you laugh louder. Pressing another kiss to his shoulder, you settled your head against it as you continued conversing with your mutual best mate.

Mumbling something about a piss; your boyfriend jumped out of bed quickly, leaving you with Matty. As soon as the click of the bathroom door echoed back into the room your facial expression turned serious very quickly, scaring Matty and causing him to frown in confusion as to why you looked terrified all of a sudden.

“Be honest with me now.” You started off in a whisper. “Because I don’t think my soul would be able to take it if what I’m about to ask is true or if I ever find out you’re lying.” Matty truly in his confused era at the sudden change of conversation, his heart broke when he saw your lip quiver. “Why did you say that before? Has he ever given you the impression that he’s cheating on me?”

You choked on your own words as you managed to get out, the mere thought of not being enough for Ross was enough to have you about to sob on the phone to Matty.

“Ohhh fuck no! I didn’t know you were here. I heard the noise. I panicked. He’d never. I promise you. That man is annoyingly in love with you!” Matty grinned at you as he word vomited out his reassurance. “I’ve tried to tell him that you’re not that great but he won’t have any of it.” Your curly haired mate shrugged nonchalantly, successfully pulling a laugh out of you. “I promise he would never do that to you. He’d marry you in a heartbeat if he could.”

At the prospect of Ross talking to Matty about wanting to marry you was enough to make the sob that was bubbling in your chest before resurface but this time out of happiness. Confirming that you weren’t sad, but it were in fact happy tears because you just loved the handsome brunette so much. He was in the middle of chastising you about the noise level when Ross rejoined you both, slipping in beside you and automatically wrapping his arms around you. “Yeah, can we keep the moaning to a minimum whilst we’re here please because some of us do value our sleep.”

“I can’t promise anything!” You smirked; cackling as he screwed up his face in distaste at your boyfriend’s answer..

It took a lot for your to get embarrassed especially around your dickhead of a best friend but suddenly knowing that he’d heard the two of you, heard Ross making you cum multiple times had the heat rushing to your cheeks before muttering something along the lines of “We’ll try our best” before hanging up the phone, it your turn to groan into your boyfriend’s skin.

The two of you spent the next couple of hours in bed; no clothes, tv on, room service ordered and just content on being in each other’s presence. Lazily running your hands up and down his chest, you pressed equally lazy kisses to his skin, peppering them up his neck and jaw until you captured his lips against your own. Fluttering your eyes open, you took in his handsome features, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

“I could do this forever.” You sighed contently against him.

“You want that?”

“Hmmmm” You hummed in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed up against him in order to get closer than you already were.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes shot open at the question. Searching his face for some sort of joking air about the loaded question. You managed to spit out a soft “What?” Shock completely taking over you as you stared at your boyfriend.

“I’m serious. You want to be mine. I want to be yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He asked again.

You blinked up at him. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

The cock of Ross’ eyebrow; almost challenging your answer, unsure if he heard you right. Nodding frantically, you squealed in delight when he pulled you on top of him in celebration and kissing you so deeply it made you dizzy. You couldn’t help but cry tears of pure happiness as you let him kiss you all over. You were going to marry the love of your life. This crazy handsome, talented, attentive and kind man was going to be your husband and you couldn’t wait!”

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fallingforel · 2 years ago

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Arabella pt.7- broken hearts and hospital beds

masterlist.

"fuck" I say out loud forgetting that Alex is beside me, which gets him asking me if everything is okay. "Not really, I leave for a few days and the lads bottle everything without me there, I need to go home Al, wiil you phone me a taxi to the airport I'll explain everything later to you"

"yeah okay, promise me you'll explain though"

"yeah, course could never think not too"

And so It's official I'm on my way home to sort out Matty's heart, not realising in order to do that, I'd have to sort mine out too.

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A/N sooo it's here part 7, I am so sorry for the hurt your about to witness I promise you It's not over yet we still have lots of ground to cover but this is just to get the ball rolling, I promise you. But this is one off the many angst chapters to come, Also the Sarah Jones apperance was not meant to happen. BUT! it happened on accident so It's here now and I can't think of any other names so enjoy

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do you ever question whether people need you or not? I do all the time and then it's times like these when G, MacDonald and hann hell even healy prove me right that I'm their rock they need me incase it gets too much and so that's how I found myself roaming wilmslow late at night, jetlagged so bad trying to find one of my bestfriends.

"Do you seriously not know where he is then? Has he just disappeared? Is there anything I can do?" Alex asked from the other end of the phone

"No I don't know where he is, he gets like this though, when G told him he was going to uni just as a backup incase the band didn't work out he ran away didn't speak to anyone for days, thought it was the end for our friendship group, thought he was going to have to work a 9 to 5, in the end he was just sat at the rec with a bag of coke a wine bottle and a zoot, he was in a really bad state, had to coax him home with a movie night of elephant Hann Ross and I had to take it in shifts to make sure he was okay, and Al there's seriously nothing you can do so stop worrying we're all scouring the place, G's here we know what to do. Don't we G?" I break the phone from My ear earning a snatch of the phone from George.

"Yeah mate honestly don't worry, we're all searching the place if anything he'll be at the rec, or at y/n's mum's she always manages to calm him down so honestly Alex don't worry us Wilmslow lot have got it" George starts speaking at a million miles an hour probably the rush from the worrying about Matty. Soon enough Alex puts down the phone after much coaxing from me telling him that he needs to get some sleep, due to the tour rehearsals he has to go to in a few days.

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"once again so sorry to drag you out here like this, but you know him better than anyone and we figured if anyone could sort it out it would be you, know you'd much rather be living it up in mexico right now with your new lover boy"

"G stop apologising none of this is your fault or Matty's either so don't you dare start having a go at him when we find him, because I know you'd do exactly the same if this happened to you, plus mexico wasn't that fun just a couple of drinks besides I missed you lot like hell while I was out there, wasn't the same"

"But I can't help but apologise, none of this would've happened if we kept a close eye on him, like always your the one left to pick up the pieces, who said I was going to have a go at him anyway, not right now not when he's just lost the one woman who was so special to him and his parents aswell, they were his rock louis too, maybe when he's recovered I might have a go but not right now. certainly not right now. And aren't you a sweetie."

Just as I was about to reply the ringtone of one of our phones went off, it was mine coming from a no caller Id picking it up just incase it had something to do with Matty.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this y/n l/n?"

"yes it is sorry who's calling may I ask what this is about?"

"yes it is. It's nurse jones from highmoore hospital calling about Matty Healy, he had you down as an emergency contact, failing the next of kin we couldn't get a hold of his Mother Denise?"

"Yes Hi is everything okay? we've been looking for hours now is he okay?" I ask while George is standing in front of me mouthing allsorts and making different handgestures trying to figure out whos on the other end, which I make a shoo gesture in return trying to figure out what the nurse has to say in reply to my previous sentence.

"Not particularly, It's a breach of privacy if I tell you over the phone are you possible to make it down here tonight, get in contact with His mother as well bring her down here two, we will also need you both to bring a form of Identification aswell, as there are some forms you need to fill out."

"I'll see what I can do, thank you for ringing me goodbye" I say putting down the phone.

Shortly after I'm met with a burst of questions from George, "who was that?" "was that about matty?" "Is he okay?"

"That was Highmoore hospital, Matty got admitted, apparently Denise didn't pick up, I think her phone must of died she did mention she was on low percentage earlier, so I was his backup emergency contact, I don't know what's happened they wouldn't discuss it over the phone so I have to go down there with denise bringing forms of Identity so they can explain what happened. Will you take me G? Matty had my car and I don't know what he's done with it if he's still got the keys. Also who was denise with in search parties, cos we need to go get her too."

"course I can take ya, I honestly don't know what he's done with your car either to be honest think he took it to his mums after dropping you off. And Den got put with your mum and dad, certainly not with tim considering recent events"

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"hi mum"

"hey babe did you find him is he okay"

"yes and no well I'm not too sure can you put denise on please"

"oh, I would but she went home to look after Louis, Tim took over and came out with me"

"Could you tell Tim to head back home please, we found Matty he's in Hospital, the nurses are asking after me and denise"

"course I can sweetheart, just try not to stress yeah and if you need a place to stay your always welcome back at home, you know your dad and I are here for you"

"yeah I'll try gonna head to den's now, see you later on love you so much thanks for the offer, I'll probably take you up on it dying for a bacon and egg sandwich made by you"

"Okay sweetheart, take it easy love you, and your dad says love you too"

"love you both speak soon."

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And within 5 minutes we're at denises house ringing the doorbell relentlessly, and not even 30 seconds later denise pops her head out the door, and the first thing she said to me was "Have you found him"

"Denise he's at the hospital, your needed to go with her and sign some forms" George says back

"Tim's not back yet, I can't just leave Louis here on his own, will that dickhead get back and fast I need to see my son."

"Look It's fine y/n can take my car she's insured on it, she can drive you both. I'll stay here with Louis till Tim comes back, they probably won't let me in anyway"

"okay."

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We're soon at the hospital I rush to park not caring about the fine that may be insued later for not paying the parking fee, but I couldn't care less about that right now. All I care about is getting to Matty to see if he's okay, I know he won't be but a part of me hopes that he will.

Denise and I rush in to the front desk of a&e

"excuse me excuse me please could you tell me what ward Matty Healy's in she's his mother and I'm his emergency contact we both have ID."

"umm slow down slow down, Unfortunately I can't im only a trainee nurse so I don't have access."

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! JUST MY FUCKING LUCK, WELL COULD YOU POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF SOMEONE WHO FUCKING KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING" Denise shouts, clearly overwhelmed from all of the events in the past 24 hours

"Miss I understand that your upset but you need to calm down and lower your voice you're upsetting the other patients"

"FUCKING CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN? ARE YOU HEARING THIS Y/N? SHE DECIDES TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN ? I JUST WANT TO SEE MY SON, I NEED TO MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY"

and right then and there she breaks down in my arms crying and sobbing. "oh Denise there it's okay I'm right here I'm not going anywhere okay" turning to the nurse I open my mouth "she's just going through a divorce and her mum died the other day, she's just upset she's not normally this rude, could you please point me in the direction of someone who would know please"

"yeah, sorry honestly I would but it's protocol, and I don't want to break it and lose my potential job, Sarah over there knows everyone and everything that comes in and out of this hospital, she should be able to tell you"

And so I sit denise down on one of the vacant chairs lining the entrance. "you gonna be okay I'm just gonna go over there to talk to that nurse about our Matty I won't be long" and she can't get a word out too stressed about the whole thing so she opts in for a wave of the hand instead.

"Excuse me" I tap her on the shoulder while she's looking at some documents. "Are you okay there? Are you waiting to be seen?" "umm I'm okay, I spoke to the nurse over there she said you could help with me finding My friend Matty Healy. I spoke with a nurse over the phone,I'm not too sure of the name. I'm with his mum over there she's too shaken up to speak so I have to do the speaking, I'm his emergency contact we've both got ID, the nurse on the phone said we had to bring it." "yes that was me on the phone I can take you both to the doctor and him if you want, I will need to see ID from you both though just to match it to his record" "yeah, of course I'll just go grab Denise and come to the front desk"

"sorted, come on Denise we're going to see Matty" "you go, if my boy has a load of wires attached to him I don't want to see it. Just tell me the damage he has done to himself, to get him here yeah" "okay, I'll tell you. Don't stay here though go get a coffee or something even a walk outside, you can even pay for my parking if you want, just don't sit here yeah don't get too in your head I'll be back with him before you know it, heres G's keys." I say to her fishing George's keys out my back pocket handing them to her before heading to the front desk and digging my ID out meeting with the Nurse again.

"Okay, looks all good, where's his mum? Does she not want to go?" "No. Said she wouldn't be able to deal with it if he was attached to a load of wires on a bed, sent me to see damage instead" "It's okay we get it alot loads of families come in and it's usually the mum's who can't bare to see what's happened when it could just be a bump on the head which we need to keep an eye out for a concussion, or a broken ankle, but I get it though, if I got a call about one of my boys I'd be in bits I'd send my sister in to see the damages"

"yeah it is understandable I suppose, I'm sorry to be rude but is it alright if I actually see the doctor now" "Yeah of course I'm sorry I'm being a blabber mouth again I'll take you to see Dr. Inverness now, he'll be able to tell you more" and so the walk is quick turning a couple of hallways until we reach the opiod overdose ward. "fuck, matty what have you done" I let out, I thought I had said it in my head, but I hadn't because Sarah speaks up from beside me "don't worry this isn't where he is, he's in the orthopedic trauma ward, this is just where Dr Inverness' office is because this is his main speciality" I let out a breath that I didn't realise I had been holding.

We eventually reach Dr Inverness' office, and Sarah knocks on the door, earning a "come in" from the otherside of the door.

"Ah Nurse Jones, this is a bit of a way to come, aren't you needed in A&E? what brings you to the opioid ward?" "Just have Matty Healy's emergency contact with me, she wants to know what's going on" she says then turns to me "I've got to go, too many trainee nurses and not enough fully qualified nurses in A&E, you're in safe hands with Dr Inverness he'll talk you through everything that has happened with Matty, even take you to him" "thank you so much for your service, hope Denise didn't scare your trainee nurse too much, she can get a bit much sometime" "Honestly no bother, and no don't worry I saw her keep her cool and not cry she's a tough cookie it's gonna take a lot more than a mental breakdown from a mother of a patient to break that one, take care" "and you" she leaves after that.

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"so what's wrong with Matty?" "he suffered blunt force trauma to the head after consuming too much Alcohol, resulting in alcohol poisoning, we've had to stomach pump him already, we couldn't leave it, it would've been too late until someone showed up and he could've died. We don't know how long he was there for a member of the public found him on the floor with blood surrounding his head."

"Understandable, I'm sure his mum would say the same. There's something else isn't there?"

"yes, when we did testing when he arrived we found quite an amount of opioids in his system 30mg of erythroxylon 4mg of THC 0.5 g of oxycodone 50 mg of methamphetamine"

"what are you trying to say?"

"we need an approval to send Matty off to rehab to get clean, he's not awake yet, we've had to put him in a medically induced coma, If not he would've done it himself with the amount of drugs he had taken"

"look, I can't make a decision right now, I can't do it by myself, am I okay to go and see him?"

"of course, I'll take you, but I will need an answer by the time he wakes up?"

"were hoping to take him out of his coma, in 2 weeks, And then he should wake up a few days after that it takes a couple of days to fall out of the comatose state he's in right now, although I should warn you he might never fall out. He's right through here talk to him he can still hear you, we encourage everyone to talk to these patients, It can sometimes speed up the awake process"

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It hurts seeing him the way he is all battered up and bruised, he probably fell from the height of one of the ramps at the skate park. I go and sit next to him grabbing his hand over the many wires that were in the way, It was clear Matty was on high alert. And it hurt like hell.

"oh Matty what am I going to do, why were you so stupid, if you had just waited for me to get back I was on my way home, why couldn't you have just waited? It would've been so much easier on everyone. eh? What are you like? You know I never thought THE Matty Healy would've had to get his stomach pumped THE Matty Healy who could down 17 tequila shots one after the other before being sick and going back at it again. And now look at you, you had to get your stomach pumped after probably downing a bottle of red, that has always been our depressed drink. Alex asked after you, you know wanted to check you were alright. Please Stink pull through I know you can, I love you so much darling, so so much, please pull through, I don't know what I'd do without you, If not for me do it for Louis, for George, For Ross, For Adam, For your Mum, For your dad, for everyone around you, For yourself. Please Please please for your bug" and that was it before I saw my never ending tears wetting his sheets and his hand.

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bubbleonice · 1 year ago

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Reading for Ross MacDonald

This is the original request.

Angel of addiction healing:

He is recovering from some addiction problems, whether that is drugs or alcohol, maybe sex addiction. He is on a healing journey.

Blessing in disguise:

Sometimes what seems to be problematic might just be the blessings he need. What he thinks is a problem about himself, someone finds as an answered prayer. Maybe he judges himself a bit too harsh.

Life purpose:

He is always asking himself what is the purpose of life.

Invest in your spirit:

He needs to invest more in himself, his health, his wellbeing, things like getting enough sleep and eating the right nutritious food. He neglects those things too often. And he needs to pay more attention to himself and what’s good for him.

Tell the truth:

He tends to keep secrets as not to hurt people. But that turns to hurt himself instead. He needs to be stronger as to tell the truth eventhough it might hurt.

The world:

Looks like something big is about to happen for him. A major event. Might be a new project, a marriage, a kid, or something similar. His efforts are being noticed and he will soon reap the rewards. This is abojt celebration, accomplishment, fullfillment, maybe even travel.

Seven of wands reversed:

However he easily gets exhausted and overwhelmed. He can let his thoughts destroy his confidence. Self doubt is a big issue for him. He is very insecure.

Knight of pentacles:

He does have the energy of a knight of pentacles which stands for hardwork, productivity, routine, responsibility, slow and steady, financial growth, achievements. He has got a lot of earth energy which means he is very down to earth. Easygoing. Very trustworthy and reliable.

The lovers reversed:

But he does struggle with self love, imbalance, takes bad choices, and have a fear for commitment.

6 of wands:

Again, he is going to recieve good news, achieve public acknowledgement and recognition.

When it comes to love. I pulled these four cards: EGO, Reflection, Forgiveness and reunion. All four cards represent something from the past. It’s about reunion with someone, putting aside pride and egos, forgiving one another and reflecting over past failures. So this major event or reward we talked about in 6 of wands, and the world, might be that he is getting back with someone he really cares about and has been missing from his life.

I hope you enjoy this reading. And please keep in mind that this is done for entertainment purposes only. I use tarotcards and oracle cards actively in my readings, as well as my intuition. Energies come and go, what is relevant for today’s reading might change in a few weeks time. But some aspects will always remain constant and the same. Thank you.❤️

#celebrity tarot #intuitive readings #tarot reading #tarot reading for celebrities #celebrity tarot reading #ross macdonald

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nriacc · 3 years ago

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Omg i don’t know what’s up with my reading a week later but i’ll deal with that. I LOVED THIS CHAPTER AHHH

Here’s some of my thoughts on it:

1. miles being the first person to walk in and now george no way i’m living for this and Adam being so over it oh god i wouldn’t mind some george x wheels action

2. ROSS OMG

3. AND MILES AGAIN IM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS and wheels saying they’re not entitled to her YES!! GO WHEELS!! GO!!

4. Okay i’m seriously dying for some strictly casual george x wheels action it’d be so messy but Matty needs to be humbled and that would be so hilarious

5. Fifty shades reference is giving me holiday vibes I CANT

6. SHE PULLED VAN MCCANN OH GOD

7. wheels breakdown, yup. It was about time she gave them all a piece of her mind

8. Alex and Matty peace treaty??? will this last??? we’ll see

this was messy i loved it i cant wait for the rest

Omggggg so thrilled you enjoyed it!!! It was so much fun to write!! Also I love all these reactionssss🔥💜

1. Miles and George are the luckiest bastards there😂 bless Adam after this part 😂😂😂 and honestly I want george to get with wheels too😂

2.FUCKING LOVE ROSS MACDONALD🥰💜

3. Miles is winning in this chapter😂😂 and yassss wheels you go girlllllll💃

4. Don’t even tempt me to write G & Wheels because you know I will😂

5. Yassss we love Holiday vibesssss I miss that fic so bad💜 how tf was that the first alex fic I wrote😂

6. INNIT WHEELS IS A FUCKING LEGEND

7. Hell yes, wheels had her moment and shut all of them up like a boss

8. We shall 👀

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! Exited to share the rest with you💜

#NRIACC ask #part 22 ask

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annecoulmanross · 4 years ago

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A Neko Case Song for (not quite) Every Character from The Terror

In the long tradition of “songs for nearly every character from the terror” that began with Vanishing Act by the brilliant @saintssebastian and continued with my Ballroom Thieves insanity, today I give you – Neko Case songs, feat. spectacular selections for Crozier, Silna, and Hickey by the lovely @paramaline who also generously encouraged my song choices and decisions to include the women “at the edges” of the terror-story, including those like Esther Blanky, whom I’ve come to know through @thomasblanky and Sarah Hartnell, whom I’ve met through @radiojamming as well as my own beloved Louisa Capper Coningham (Fitz’s Aunt Louisa) and Lady Ann(e) Ross.

Franklin – Polar Nettles

The force field round her frosty hips Whose shape recalls the wicked spade That buried him

Crozier – Middle Cyclone

Can’t scrape together quite enough To ride the bus to the outskirts Of the fact that I need love

Fitzjames – Winnie

I'm here to tell you a story, I'm here to tell you a lie My poetry's weak and I know it I was drop dead sad and crazy sometimes So I fucked off, wayward cannon to the sea

Blanky – Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth

I'll admit I was unfaithful From now I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on mother earth

Esther Blanky – A Widow’s Toast

Specters move like pilot flames Their widows toast at St. Angel Better times collide with now

Bridgens – I Missed the Point

And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry That I missed the point of this pageantry But I'm grateful that you love me

Peglar – Stinging Velvet

Sing please, rock me to sleep Quiet as a canyon Up under heaven's eaves

Silna – Hell-On

But you'll not be my master, you’re barely my guest You don't have permission to take any pictures Be careful of the natural world

Goodsir – Magpie to the Morning

I'm on a top secret mission A Cousteau expedition To find a diamond at the bottom of the drain

David Young – Maybe Sparrow

Maybe sparrow, you should wait You'll never pass beyond the gate If you don't hear my warning

Gibson – Dirty Knife

And the blood runs crazy with giant strides And the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in time So they dragged him through the underbrush Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife

Hickey – People Got a Lotta Nerve

But I'm a man man man man man man man eater But still you're surprised when I eat ya

Jopson – The Next Time You Say “Forever”

The next time you say "forever," I will punch you in your face Just because you don't believe it doesn't mean I didn't mean it You never know when I’ll show you the never

Little – I Wish I Was the Moon

How will you know if you found me at last? 'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one With my heart in my lap – I'm so tired, I'm so tired

Hodgson – Ragtime

The sound that lures me, it says, "Don't you hurry Don't you worry, kid, we'll be seeing you We'll see you when you're ready."

Irving – Afraid

Confuse your hunger Capture the fake Banish the faceless Reward your grace

Gore – Hold On, Hold On

That echo chorus lied to me with its "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"

Le Vesconte – Guided By Wire

In life you learn from someone else That you can only trust yourself And sometimes that is still too much to want

Fairholme – Don’t Forget Me

In the wintertime keep your feet warm But keep your clothes on and don't forget me Keep your memories

T. Hartnell – I’m An Animal

And yes, there are things that I'm still so afraid of But my courage is roaring like the sound of the sun 'Cause it's vain about its mane and will reveal them to no one

J. Hartnell – Lion’s Jaws

Now they meddling sky and my snowy eye Sees a different night The night I fell into the lion's jaws

Sarah Hartnell (née Friar), mother of John and Thomas – Halls of Sarah

A childless widow of a nation You cry like guns across the water Yet we expect you to bring springtime, it isn't fair Searchlights wither in your hair

Sgt. Tozer – At Last

I can say that I've lived here in honor and danger But I'm just an animal and cannot explain a life Down this chain of days, I wished to stay among my people Relation now means nothing, having chosen so defined

Des Voeux – Deep Red Bells

Where does this mean world cast its cold eye? Who's left to suffer long about you? Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag Past empty lots and early graves?

Dr. MacDonald – Twist the Knife

Tenderly, tenderly, please take my breath from me Into the fountain and up from the graves Tearfully, joyfully, burn what is left of me

Dr. Stanley – Gumball Blue

But you come back for me Sometimes only for your own peace of mind Sometimes where there's smoke There's just a smoke machine, honey

Collins – Bad Luck

Are you tired of things going right? Things going wrong? Tired of trying to make everyone happy?

Orren – My Uncle’s Navy

In the tarpit sea memories wear thick coats The kind that pull you down But in refusing to drown You're choked into the shape of a sailor

Morfin – City Swans

I try to slip the marching clock But centipedes invade my thoughts Without free will, I heel and I go

J.C. Ross – Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

Will I ever see you again? Will there be no one above me to put my faith in? I flooded my sleeves as I drove home again

Ann(e) Ross – Oracle of the Maritimes

I planned a dream inside a dream with your uncle I asked him how to tell you how much I could love you ‘Cause I’ve never been so sure of anything

Fitzjames’s Aunt Louisa – Last Lion of Albion

Last lion of Albion Last tiger of Tasmania The last she-wolf to suckle Rome

Lady Franklin – Calling Cards

Singing, "We'll all be together Even when we're not together With our arms around each other With our faith still in each other"

S. Cracroft – Where Did I Leave That Fire

A chill ran through me and I grabbed on tight That was when I left my body for good And I shook off all the strength I'd earned

#neko case #the terror #the terror amc #terrorposting

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my-infp-world · 4 years ago

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INFP Music Collaboration Project: Complete!

The INFP Collaboration Playlist Project is now complete!

In total we had about 200 songs submitted and that completely blew me away! Thank you all so much for participating, I had no idea that it would get this many responses!

Thank you especially to @rokokokokolores, @stillnotknowing, @anypassingthought, @2nerd4this, @sonsoftie, @aseratreasures, @infp-relatable, @lunagirl0013, @idunno-justpicksomething, and @namhamjoon (please let me know if I accidentally forgot to tag you)

These are just the participants who were okay with being named but also thank you to all of the anonymous participants!

Here’s the final playlist from everyone’s suggestions, including some of mine that I threw in even though some of you beat me to the punch for a few songs.

Here is the INFP Music Collaboration Project!

Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F8xgXYEKiJSBOo7g8IvON

I was thinking of doing another one of these in the future but just make up my own prompts and put them all in one form and leave it open for a while or forever and just update the playlist twice a month or something like that. If you have ideas, just drop a comment or an ask if you want it to be anonymous.

For those who want to know what the playlist turned out to be, here’s the list of songs with their categories below this break:

PROMPT #01: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A COLOR IN THE TITLE

Silver Dagger - Live at Cecil Sharp House - The Staves

Today I Sing the Blues - Aretha Franklin

Pink Moon - Nick Drake

White Flag - Joseph

Black Swan - BTS

Indigo - Origa

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto

Red Sun - DREAMCATCHER

Yellow Lights - Harry Hudson

Red Hill Mining Town - U2

PROMPT #02: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A NUMBER IN THE TITLE

.stage 4 fear of trying. - Frank Iero

Symphony No.5 In B-Flat, Op.100: 2. Allegro marcato - Sergei Prokofiev

One More Time with Feeling - Regina Spektor

100 Bad Days - AJR

R.I.P. 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood

+THNX190519+ - CL

100 Ways - Jackson Wang

Day 1 â—‘ - HONNE

18 - Anarbor

Two - Sleeping At Last

Three Tree Town - Ben Howard

PROMPT #03: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SUMMERTIME

Fumes - EDEN

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

T-Shirt Weather - Circa Waves

ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) - Taylor Swift

Dream - Priscilla Ahn

Carnival Hearts - Kayla Diamond

Yam Yam - No Vacation

Motivation - Normani

Wake Me Up - Avicii

PROMPT #04: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SOMEONE YOU'D RATHER FORGET

Alligator Alley - Michael Daugherty

Because of You - Kelly Clarkson

Sincerely, Me - Mike Faist

Cheerleader - OMI

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Over You - Ingrid Michaelson

PROMPT #05: A SONG THAT NEEDS TO BE PLAYED LOUD

Shine A Little Light - The Black Keys

Dynamite - BTS

Prelude in E-flat minor - Dmitri Shostakovich

Sick of Myself - Matthew Sweet

Salute - Little Mix

Smother - Daughter

Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine

I Am The Best - 2NE1

Baba O'Riley - The Who

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

King - Years & Years

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston

I'm Coming Out - Diana Ross

PROMPT #06: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO DANCE

Rain - MIKA

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy

Jump in the Line - Harry Belafonte

We Are the Tide - Blind Pilot

I'm A Believer - Radio Edit - Smash Mouth

PROMPT #07: A SONG TO DRIVE TO

So Much More Than This - Grace VanderWaal

Open Road - Lost & Found Music Studios

Vasoline - Stone Temple Pilots

Walk in the Night - Kaori Kobayashi*

Fáinleog - Live - The Gloaming

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

Kiss - Prince

Olalla - Blanco White

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

PROMPT #08: A SONG ABOUT DRUGS OR ALCOHOL

Whiskey and Morphine - Alexander Jean

Meds - Placebo

High - Sir Sly

June - Florence + The Machine

Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

Void - The Neighbourhood

Clouds - BøRNS

PROMPT #09: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY

Love Wins - Carrie Underwood

Shukumei - Official HIGE DANdism

Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey) - BTS

The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script

Love Come Down - Kalafina

Here Comes The Sun - Remastered 2009 - The Beatles

You Are the Best Thing - Ray LaMontagne

Pokemon Theme Song - The Breaking Winds Bassoon Quartet

PROMPT #10: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU SAD

Someday - From "The Hunchback of Notre Dame"/Soundtrack Version - All-4-One

How We Love - Ingrid Michaelson

Everything You Ever - Neil Patrick Harris

Bluebird - Sara Bareilles

The Christmas Shoes - Newsong

Amen - Amber Run

Empty - Ray LaMontagne

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

The Beach - The Neighbourhood

PROMPT #11: A SONG YOU NEVER GET TIRED OF

Kimi Ga Hikari Ni Kaeteiku - Kalafina

Memories - Maroon 5

No Choir - Florence + The Machine

Should I Stay or Should I Go - Remastered - The Clash

Love On Top - Beyonce

Keep Your Head Up - Ben Howard

PROMPT #12: A SONG FROM YOUR PRETEEN YEARS

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Samson - Regina Spektor

One More Sad Song - The All-American Rejects

No One - Alicia Keys

Poison Prince - Amy Macdonald

Love Story - Taylor Swift

7 Things - Single Version - Miley Cyrus

Rude - MAGIC!

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

PROMPT #13: A SONG YOU LIKE FROM 70s

Lean on Me - Bill Withers

Cat's in the Cradle - Harry Chapin

More Than a Feeling - Boston

Killing Me Softly - Frank Sinatra*

PROMPT #14: A SONG YOU'D LOVE TO BE PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDING

How Sweet It Is - Michael Buble

This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) - Natalie Cole

I'm A Believer - Radio Edit - Smash Mouth

Hold You in My Arms - Ray LaMontagne

Never Stop (Wedding Version) - SafetySuit

PROMPT #15: A SONG YOU LIKE THAT'S A COVER BY ANOTHER ARTIST

Skinny Love - Birdy

That's the Way It Is - Cassidy Janson

Angel - Darren Hayes

Titanium - Madilyn Bailey

There Must Be An Angel - ORIGA*

Mr. Tambourine Man - The Helio Sequence

Rude - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Bad Guy - The Interrupters

PROMPT #16: A SONG THAT'S A CLASSIC FAVORITE

Africa - TOTO

Beautifully - Jay Brannan

Creep - Radiohead

Cupid - Sam Cooke

Your Favorite Thing - Sugar

Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

PROMPT #17: A SONG YOU'D SING A DUET WITH SOMEONE ON KARAOKE

For Good - From "Wicked" Original Broadway Cast Recording/2003 - Kristin Chenoweth

Take Me or Leave Me - Idina Menzel

Something To Believe In - Jeremy Jordan

Dancing with the Devil - Wolf Gang

Holding Out for a Hero - From "Footloose" Soundtrack - Bonnie Tyler

PROMPT #18: A SONG FROM THE YEAR YOU WERE BORN

A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train

Waterfalls - TLC

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

Wannabe - Spice Girls

PROMPT #19: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT LIFE

Memories - Maroon 5

Men Of Snow - Ingrid Michaelson

The River - Kyla La Grange

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

The Fear - Ben Howard

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

The Good Part - AJR

Build It Up - Ingrid Michaelson

PROMPT #20: A SONG THAT HAS MANY MEANINGS TO YOU

Freckles - Natasha Bedingfield

Happy Home - Lukas Graham

Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik

The Road - Hurts

Lost in My Mind - The Head and the Heart

Love Like You (feat. Rebecca Sugar) - End Credits - Steven Universe

PROMPT #21: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A PERSON'S NAME IN THE TITLE

Esmeralda - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Company

West Side Story: Act I: Maria - Leonard Bernstein

Nina Cried Power (feat. Mavis Staples) - Hozier

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Roxie - Renae Zellweger

Grace - Florence + The Machine

PROMPT #22: A SONG THAT MOVES YOU FORWARD

Sukiyaki - Kyu Sakamoto

Fuckin' Perfect - Melanie La Barrie

Who's Got a Match? - Biffy Clyro

Into The Fire - Thirteen Senses

Bang The Doldrums - Fall Out Boy

I Was Here - Beyonce

PROMPT #23: A SONG YOU THINK EVERYBODY SHOULD LISTEN TO

Neon Gravestones - Twenty One Pilots

Danzon No.2 - Arturo MÃ¡rquez

Most Girls - Hailee Steinfeld

(Finally) A Convenient Truth - Get Well Soon

Stand by Me - Otis Redding

PROMPT #24: A SONG BY A BAND YOU WISH WERE STILL TOGETHER

Such Great Heights - Remastered - The Postal Service

To the Beginning - Kalafina

Here Comes a Regular - 2008 Remaster - The Replacements

Night Rather Than Day - EXID

Wonderwall - Remastered - Oasis

PROMPT #25: A SONG YOU LIKE BY AN ARTIST NO LONGER LIVING

Waiting for the End - Linkin Park

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

Human Nature - Michael Jackson

The Longest Time - Billy Joel

Love, You Didn't Do Right by Me - Rosemary Clooney

Before Our Spring - JONGHYUN

PROMPT #26: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO FALL IN LOVE

girls - girl in red

Conversations in the Dark - John Legend

Just like Heaven - The Cure

On The Street Where You Live - Frederick Loewe

Still into You - Paramore

PROMPT #27: A SONG THAT BREAKS YOUR HEART

Five Variants of "Dives and Lazarus" - Ralph Vaughan Williams

Black Woman - Danielle Brooks

Eyes Nose Lips (feat. Taeyang) - Epik High

Empty - Ray LaMontagne

Just a Dream - Carrie Underwood

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Requiem - Laura Dreyfuss

PROMPT #28: A SONG BY AN ARTIST WHOSE VOICE YOU LOVE

Hurt - Christina Aguilera

I'M OKAY - SAAY

So Much More Than This - Grace VanderWaal

Pretty Hurts - Beyonce

Just like Heaven - The Cure

i'm lonely - Luz

Skylark - Aretha Franklin

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine

PROMPT #29: A SONG YOU REMEMBER FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD

Going Under - Evanescence

Muddy Hymnal - Iron & Wine

Rush - Aly & AJ

Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) - Santana

Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men

She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

PROMPT #30: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOURSELF

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Vienna - Billy Joel

The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots

Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch) - Calvin Harris

Lonely Dance - Set It Off

*Could not be found on Spotify

#30DayPlaylistCollaborationProject #infp playlist #infp music #30 day song challenge #thoughts from me

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whimsicalpolitical · 9 months ago

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Matty Healy

smut (s) fluff (f) angst (a)

Sharing favorites (s,f) | After your night shift you can finally spend the morning with your boyfriend

Smoking virgin- (s)| Matty teaches you how to be a perfect party guest.

pt2- (s,f)| you see matty again after your encounter

Shattered- (a)| you caught Matty doing the one thing you would’ve never expected him to do. Now you confront him, drunk

Fill his shoes-(s,f)| since the night Matty and you slept together your boyfriend can’t fulfill the job anymore. You need Matty to help you.

Tongue pierced anyway: (s)| you surprise Matty after a show with your new piercing

Family bonfire: (s,f)| Matty and you spend some days with your family in your childhood house. Not only the fire gets hot in the evening

Subspace- (s,f)| you use your safe word with matty and his attitude changes completely from mean to loving when you go into subspace

Stormy ride- (s,f)| you’re in the car with Matty but you have to pull over cause it’s storming too bad, now you have to spend your time otherwise

Distraction - (s)| you’re staying at a hotel with matty in Leeds and he has tons of work to do, it’s not your problem he’s distracting you with his good looks

He’s begging babe stay,stay,stay- (s,f,a)| your brother Ross leaves for tour and it’s breaking you, you finally develop your relationship with Matty though.

An encounter -(s) | in which you just got broken up with but a man lets you forget everything for a night

Thigh lover- (s) | in which you tell Matty you’re obsessed with his thighs and what you’ve always wanted to do with them.

phone call - (s)| matty is away and you thought you’d surprise him with a toy, which he gladly uses while being on the phone with you

club nights- (s)| matty and you couldn’t finish what you started in the morning, which is why the night ends in the club bathroom

fwb- (s) | friends with benefits with matty but you’re clearly in love

empty gold- (s,a)| continuation of fwb

perfect- (s,f)| sweet aftercare

under the weather - (f)| in which you are sick and matty takes good care of you

Mistake- (s)| in which you meet matty after the break up and you both miss each other too much

I arrived- (f)| you smoke weed for the first time and call matty because you feel like shit

Drunk business- (s,a)| matty and you only get together when one of you is drunk

Use me- (s,f) | in which you always come to matty when your boyfriend doesn’t get you off

Dad!Matty:

your baby has a stomach bug

Longdistance!Matty:

Instagram au

ig au pt.2

Precious

Ross MacDonald

Tourbus cuddles-(f)|A tourbus is small and it’s even smaller when your boyfriend is a giant. You both manage though.

Medicine - (f)| You’re in so much pain and you’re the luckiest girl because Ross takes care of you

Wedding guest -(s,f)| the whole band is a guest at a wedding (you’re part of it) and then you get closer and closer to Ross

Farmers market - (s,f)| you spend a lovely morning with Ross, slowly waking up together and then going to the farmers market

Trouble sleeping- (f)| you can’t seem to find rest at night and the only thing that’s helping is your boyfriend Ross

garden- (s,f)| in which ross and you spend a lovely evening planting vegetables, unlocking the ‘garden daddy’ in him. the day ends with soft loving on the couch

Night out- (s)| in which ross and you are out and drunk and only have one thing on your mind

One night stand- (s)| one night stand in his hotel

Wintering- (f,s)| winter, cozy vibes with ross

make out session

Dad!ross:

pregnant reader can’t sleep

first day home with you newborn

ross’ baby girl having a nightmare

cooking dinner with the babies

staying in Paris

first christmas as three

christmas at ross’ parents house

George Daniel

club- (s)| you’re at a club with George and you’re waiting for his set to end to show him how bad you need him

Dad!george:

george comforting his baby when she misses you

#the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #the 1975 fic #matty healy smut #the 1975 masterlist #masterlist #matty healy oneshot #matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff

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theyearoftheking · 5 years ago

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Book Thirty-Six: Nightmares & Dreamscapes

“When you get to a certain age- right around fourteen, I think, mostly when the two halves of the human race go on and make the mistake of discovering each other- time starts to be real time. The real real time. It ain’t long like it was or short like it gets to be. It does, you know. But for most of your life it’s mostly the real real time.

Anyone else a thrift shopper? I am... nothing gives me a rush like finding a pair of perfectly worn-in jeans, or a crazy, vintage cocktail dress. You know, treasures buried among stained K-Mart shorts and pilled sweaters. There’s a certain rush associated with thrift shopping... a rush not unlike finding a gem of a Stephen King short story in a crap pile.

Nightmares and Dreamscapes was not a crap pile. I just don’t love Steve’s short stories like I love his other works. But I did get lucky with this collection; several of them had been included in Dark Visions (ugh. Dedication again); and I was able to pass right by them.

Honestly? The collection was worth it just to read You Know They’ve Got a Hell of a Band; a story I’m still turning over in my mind. A couple on a road trip accidentally take the wrong road, and end up in a town populated by dead musicians who never want to see anyone leave the town alive. This story was straight fire, and would be wildfire with an updated version. I’d love to see Kurt Cobain, or Amy Winehouse in this bad boy.

The Night Flyer and Popsy were both fun, especially if you’re into vampires. Which I can be talked into, as long as they are not of the glittery variety. But here’s a fun fact I didn’t pick up on until the notes section... Richard Dees was the super-annoying reporter from The Dead Zone, and he pops back up in The Night Flyer.

Steve continues his one man hommage to Ray Bradbury in The House on Maple Street... you’ve got the Bradbury family, and at one point he uses the expression, “The Sound of Thunder”... which, if you haven’t read that gem, please do. I first read it in the sixth grade, and it’s stuck with me ever since. Like most Bradbury. It caught me at an impressionable age, and is just stuck in the craw of my brain. I’m sure it’s taking up valuable space that I could be using to remember my grocery list, or what size shoe my daughter is currently wearing. But oh well. I guess that’s the curse of being a book lover.

In The Doctor’s Case, Steve tries his hand at a Sherlockian tale. It doesn’t suck. It’s not the best Sherlock I’ve ever read, but it’s better than I could attempt to do.

Umney’s Last Case has a hard-boiled, noir feel that took me ten pages or so to figure out. Much like his attempt at Sherlock, it’s successful. It tips its metaphorical hat at Raymond Chandler and Ross Macdonald. It even has a slight Michael Connelly feel to it, you could see Umney and Harry Bosch having a beer together. Fun fact... Michael Connelly non-creepily invited me out for a beer once. Sadly I was only twenty years old. Damn you, age!!

Rainy Season was excellent, and classic Steve. If I ever rent an Airbnb, and the neighbors tell me to get the hell out of town before a rainstorm of frogs descends on the city, I will 100% take their advice.

Ha... The Moving Finger... the wrong story to read when you’re in the middle of a bathroom renovation. I kept asking my husband if he had noticed any fingers poking up out of the drain. Thankfully, the answer was a resounding no.

The surprise winner of the collection was, Head Down, an essay on little league baseball King had written for The New Yorker when his son Owen’s Bangor West team made it to the Little League finals game in Maine. It was heartwarming, suspenseful, and I might have even teared up a little. Well done.

There were some fun Steve Easter eggs buried in the collection as well:

Suffer the Little Children mentions Juniper Hill, the famous insane asylum all King villains start at.

It Grows on You was set in Castle Rock, and contains a Dark Tower reference, “It was as if he had picked up a human jawbone which had tried to speak to his hand...”

Home Delivery was set on Little Tall Island, where Dolores Claiborne lived.

There was another Dark Tower reference in You Know They Got a Hell of a Band. One of the main characters, Clark, is described as having, “a gunslinger strut”.

Annnnd then there’s the most Wisconsin of all Wisconsin references. You guessed it! A Dahmer name drop. So proud. Truly.

All and all? It was an decent collection. Not my favorite, but better than Nightshift. So there’s that.

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 26

Total Dark Tower References: 28

Book Grade: B+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Needful Things: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

Next up is Insomnia. I have no idea what it’s about, because the dust jacket is missing. My husband has this charming habit of removing dust jackets from books because he finds them, “annoying” and then he promptly loses them. So I’m going in blind. Pray for me.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights, Rebecca

#stephen king #constant reader #dark tower #jeffrey dahmer #little league baseball #gunslinger #castle rock

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stainedglassgardens · 6 years ago

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Favourite films watched in 2018

I arranged them into broad categories -- other than that they’re in no particular order.

Indie

River of Grass, Meek’s Cutoff and Night Moves (Kelly Reichardt, 1994, 2010 and 2013)

Tangerine and The Florida Project (Sean Baker, 2015 and 2017)

We Need to Talk About Kevin (Lynne Ramsay, 2011)

Winter’s Bone (Debra Granik, 2010)

Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter (David Zellner, 2014)

Ginger & Rosa (Sally Potter, 2012)

Cracks (Jordan Scott, 2009)

I Am Not a Witch (Rungano Nyoni, 2017)

Turn the River (Chris Eigeman, 2007)

Hello I Must Be Going (Todd Louiso, 2012)

Shuttle Life (Tan Seng Kiat, 2017)

On Body and Soul (Testről és lélekről, Ildikó Enyedi, 2017)

Vagabond (Sans toit ni loi, Agnès Varda, 1984)

Easy Living (Adam Keleman, 2017)

Mother of George (Andrew Dosunmu, 2013)

Khadak (Peter Brosens and Jessica Hope Woodworth, 2006)

Shirkers (Sandi Tan, 2018)

Comedy

Lipstick Under My Burkha (Alankrita Shrivastava, 2016)

Addicted to Fresno (Jamie Babbit, 2015)

The Spy Who Dumped Me (Susanna Fogel, 2018)

Edge of Seventeen (David Moreton, 1998)

Secretary (Steven Shainberg, 2002)

Experimental

Scorpio Rising (Kenneth Anger, 1963)

Always Shine (Sophia Takal, 2016)

The Midnight Swim (Sarah Adina Smith, 2014)

La Jetée (Chris Marker, 1962)

Daisies (Sedmikrásky, Věra Chytilová, 1966)

Classics

Reflections in a Golden Eye (John Huston, 1967)

Dead Ringer (Paul Henreid, 1964)

Horror

Creep and Creep 2 (Patrick Brice, 2014 and 2017)

The Poughkeepsie Tapes and As Above, So Below (John Erick Dowdle, 2007 and 2014)

Raw (Grave, Julia Ducournau, 2016)

Cargo (Ben Howling and Yolanda Ramke, 2017)

Hard Candy (David Slade, 2005)

Snowtown (Justin Kurzel, 2011)

Banshee Chapter (Blair Erickson, 2013)

Mandy (Panos Cosmatos, 2018)

Science fiction

Primer and Upstream Color (Shane Carruth, 2004 and 2013)

Resolution and The Endless (Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, 2012 and 2017)

Midnight Special (Jeff Nichols, 2016)

Arrival (Denis Villeneuve, 2016)

Into the Forest (Patricia Rozema, 2015)

Ex Machina (Alex Garland, 2014)

Under the Skin (Jonathan Glazer, 2013)

Liquid Sky (Slava Tsukerman, 1982)

Bird Box (Susanne Bier, 2018)

Action

Hell or High Water (David Mackenzie, 2016)

M.F.A. (Natalia Leite, 2017)

Revenge (Coralie Fargeat, 2017)

Brick (Rian Johnson, 2005)

Full list of 306 films watched in 2018 under the cut!

January

The Devil’s Candy (Sean Byrne, 2015)

A United Kingdom (Amma Asante, 2016)

Creep (Patrick Brice, 2014)

The Witch (Robert Eggers, 2015)

The Blues Brothers (John Landis, 1980)

The Lost Boys (Joel Schumacher, 1987)

Midnight Special (Jeff Nichols, 2016)

Arrival (Denis Villeneuve, 2016)

We Need to Talk About Kevin (Lynne Ramsay, 2011)

Life (Daniel Espinosa, 2017)

Logan (James Mangold, 2017)

Creep 2 (Patrick Brice, 2017)

The Discovery (Charlie McDowell, 2017)

Otherlife (Ben C. Lucas, 2017)

The Dressmaker (Jocelyn Moorhouse, 2015)

Bokeh (Geoffrey Orthwein and Andrew Sullivan , 2017)

February

Get Out (Jordan Peele, 2017)

The Handmaiden (아가씨, Agassi, Park Chan-wook, 2016)

Brick (Rian Johnson, 2005)

Looper (Rian Johnson, 2012)

Winter’s Bone (Debra Granik, 2010)

Thelma (Joachim Trier, 2017)

The Guest (Adam Wingard, 2014)

Beach Rats (Eliza Hittman, 2017)

Let the Right One In (Låt den rätte komma in, Tomas Alfredson, 2008)

Cameraperson (Kirsten Johnson, 2016)

Sweet Bean (あん, An, Naomi Kawase, 2015)

The Hallow (Corin Hardy, 2015)

Cloverfield (Matt Reeves, 2008)

10 Cloverfield Lane (Dan Trachtenberg, 2016)

The Cloverfield Paradox (Julius Onah, 2018)

Moonlight (Barry Jenkins, 2016)

28 Days Later (Danny Boyle, 2002)

Take Shelter (Jeff Nichols, 2011)

Ginger Snaps (John Fawcett, 2000)

River of Grass (Kelly Reichardt, 1994)

Old Joy (Kelly Reichardt, 2006)

Reflections in a Golden Eye (John Huston, 1967)

March

Raw (Grave, Julia Ducournau, 2016)

Palo Alto (Gia Coppola, 2013)

By the Sea (Angelina Jolie, 2015)

Lady Bird (Greta Gerwig, 2017)

Jupiter Ascending (The Wachowskis, 2015)

Irreplaceable You (Stephanie Laing, 2018)

Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter (David Zellner, 2014)

Annihilation (Alex Garland, 2018)

Ravenous (Les Affamés, Robin Aubert, 2017)

The Bad Batch (Ana Lily Amirpour, 2016)

Notes on Blindness (Peter Middleton and James Spinney, 2016)

Breathe (Respire, Mélanie Laurent, 2014)

Night Moves (Kelly Reichardt, 2013)

Carol (Todd Haynes, 2015)

Lovesong (So Yong Kim, 2016)

Upstream Color (Shane Carruth, 2013)

April

ARQ (Tony Elliott, 2016)

Primer (Shane Carruth, 2004)

Meek’s Cutoff (Kelly Reichardt, 2010)

Certain Women (Kelly Reichardt, 2016)

The Lady from Shanghai (Orson Welles, 1947)

Waking Life (Richard Linklater, 2001)

Roman Holiday (William Wyler, 1953)

American Honey (Andrea Arnold, 2016)

Maurice (James Ivory, 1987)

The Silent House (La Casa Muda, Gustavo Hernández, 2010)

Viral (Ariel Schulman and Henry Joost, 2016)

Buster’s Mal Heart (Sarah Adina Smith, 2016)

Waitress (Adrienne Shelly, 2007)

Grey Gardens (Albert and David Maysle, 1975)

Ginger & Rosa (Sally Potter, 2012)

Cracks (Jordan Scott, 2009)

Into the Forest (Patricia Rozema, 2015)

A New Leaf (Elaine May, 1971)

Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, 1958)

The Beguiled (Sofia Coppola, 2017)

Scarface (Brian De Palma, 1983)

The Violent Years (William Morgan, 1956)

The Ritual (David Bruckner, 2017)

Casting JonBenet (Kitty Green, 2017)

Slums of Beverly Hills (Tamara Jenkins, 1998)

We’ve Forgotten More Than We Ever Knew (Thomas Woodrow, 2017)

Love and Other Cults (Kemonomichi, Eiji Uchida, 2017)

You Were Never Really Here (Lynne Ramsay, 2017)

Shirley: Visions of Reality (Gustav Deutsch, 2013)

Catfight (Onur Tuckel, 2017)

Pyewacket (Adam MacDonald, 2017)

May

Lick the Star (Sofia Coppola, 1998)

Scorpio Rising (Kenneth Anger, 1963)

Novitiate (Maggie Betts, 2017)

The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)

The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki (Hymyilevä mies, Juho Kuosmanen, 2016)

Dead Reckoning (John Cromwell, 1947)

Human Flow (Ai Weiwei, 2017)

Mystery Train (Jim Jarmusch, 1989)

Dawson City: Frozen Time (Bill Morrison, 2016)

The Killing of a Sacred Deer (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2017)

I Am Not a Witch (Rungano Nyoni, 2017)

Cléo from 5 to 7 (Cléo de 5 à 7, Agnès Varda, 1962)

Orbiter 9 (Órbita 9, Hatem Khraiche, 2017)

M.F.A. (Natalia Leite, 2017)

Lipstick Under My Burkha (Alankrita Shrivastava, 2016)

Kedi (Ceyda Torun, 2016)

Deidra and Laney Rob a Train (Sydney Freeland, 2017)

The Most Dangerous Game (Irving Pichel and Ernest B. Schoedsack, 1932)

Girl Asleep (Rosemary Myers, 2015)

Always Shine (Sophia Takal, 2016)

The Monster (Bryan Bertino, 2016)

Desert Hearts (Donna Deitch, 1985)

Addicted to Fresno (Jamie Babbit, 2015)

Beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Fritz Lang, 1956)

The Fits (Anna Rose Holmer, 2015)

Hell or High Water (David Mackenzie, 2016)

The Midnight Swim (Sarah Adina Smith, 2014)

The Quiet Hour (Stéphanie Joalland, 2014)

Synchronicity (Jacob Gentry, 2015)

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (Mike Nichols, 1966)

Pod (Mickey Keating, 2015)

Turn the River (Chris Eigeman, 2007)

Tangerine (Sean Baker, 2015)

Frequencies (Darren Paul Fisher, 2013)

Spring (Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, 2014)

Time Lapse (Bradley D. King, 2014)

Meet Me There (Lex Lybrand, 2014)

Ex Machina (Alex Garland, 2014)

The Florida Project (Sean Baker, 2017)

Berberian Sound Studio (Peter Strickland, 2012)

Laggies (Lynn Shelton, 2014)

Starlet (Sean Baker, 2012)

Dead Ringer (Paul Henreid, 1964)

The Doom Generation (Gregg Araki, 1995)

The Riot Club (Lone Scherfig, 2014)

Berlin Syndrome (Cate Shortland, 2017)

Dude (Olivia Milch, 2018)

Nightcrawler (Dan Gilroy, 2014)

June

Hello I Must Be Going (Todd Louiso, 2012)

Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion (David Mirkin, 1997)

Mystery Road (Ivan Sen, 2013)

The Double (Richard Ayoade, 2013)

Dear White People (Justin Simien, 2014)

The Selfish Giant (Clio Barnard, 2013)

Don’t Breathe (Fede Álvarez, 2016)

Marina Abramović: The Artist is Present (Matthew Akers, 2012)

Hot Bot (Michael Polish, 2016)

Beneath the Harvest Sky (Aron Gaudet and Gita Pullapilly, 2013)

Tim’s Vermeer (Teller, 2013)

The Firefly (La Luciérnaga, Ana Maria Hermida, 2015)

Twinsters (Samantha Futerman and Ryan Miyamoto, 2015)

Resolution (Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, 2012)

Enemy (Denis Villeneuve, 2013)

Mother of George (Andrew Dosunmu, 2013)

We Are What We Are (Jim Mickle, 2013)

The Battery (Jeremy Gardner, 2012)

Crystal Fairy & The Magical Cactus (Sebastián Silva , 2013)

Boy (Taika Waititi,2010)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (Steven Chbosky, 2012)

White Bird in a Blizzard (Gregg Araki, 2014)

The American (Anton Corbijn, 2010)

Ocean’s Eight (Gary Ross, 2018)

Compliance (Craig Zobel, 2012)

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (Lorene Scafaria, 2012)

Weekend (Andrew Haigh, 2011)

Under the Skin (Jonathan Glazer, 2013)

July

Martha Marcy May Marlene (Sean Durkin, 2011)

Safety Not Guaranteed (Colin Trevorrow, 2012)

Hard Candy (David Slade, 2005)

Duck Butter (Miguel Arteta, 2018)

The Artist (Michel Hazanavicius, 2011)

Another Earth (Mike Cahill, 2011)

Melancholia (Lars von Trier, 2011)

Woodshock (Kate and Laura Mulleavy, 2017)

Hanna (Joe Wright, 2011)

Snowtown (Justin Kurzel, 2011)

Aloft (Claudia Llosa, 2014)

A Fantastic Woman (Una mujer fantástica, Sebastián Lelio, 2017)

The Feels (Jenée LaMarque, 2017)

The Endless (Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead, 2017)

Shuttle Life (Tan Seng Kiat, 2017)

I Origins (Mike Cahill, 2014)

The Taking of Deborah Logan (Adam Robitel, 2014)

Chasing Ice (Jeff Orlowski, 2012)

Manchester By the Sea (Kenneth Lonergan, 2016)

The Bar (El Bar, Álex de la Iglesia, 2017)

Mr. Roosevelt (Noël Wells, 2017)

Woman Walks Ahead (Susanna White, 2017)

The Manual (William Magness, 2017)

The Conjuring (James Wan, 2013)

Oculus (Mike Flanagan, 2013)

The Eye (Pang brothers, 2002)

August

The Overnight (Peter Brice, 2015)

Axolotl Overkill (Helene Hegemann, 2017)

Little Sister (Zach Clark, 2016)

Witchfinder General (Michael Reeves, 1968)

Secretary (Steven Shainberg, 2002)

The Quiet Earth (Geoff Murphy, 1985)

The Hunger (Tony Scott, 1983)

They (Anahita Ghazvinizadeh, 2017)

Revenge (Coralie Fargeat, 2017)

Cargo (Ben Howling and Yolanda Ramke, 2017)

Fast Times at Ridgemont High (Amy Heckerling, 1982)

Radius (Caroline Labrèche and Steeve Léonard, 2017)

17 Girls (17 Filles, Delphine Coulin and Muriel Coulin, 2011)

The Deuce of Spades (Faith Granger, 2011)

The Bank Job (Roger Donaldson, 2008)

La Jetée (Chris Marker, 1962)

Train to Busan (부산행, Busanhaeng, Yeon Sang-ho, 2016)

As Above, So Below (John Erick Dowdle, 2014)

Liquid Sky (Slava Tsukerman, 1982)

Wild Zero (Tetsuro Takeuchi, 1999)

Multiple Maniacs (John Waters, 1970)

The Lifeguard (Liz W. Garcia, 2013)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (Les Parapluies de Cherbourg, Jacques Demy, 1964)

The Beales of Grey Gardens (Albert Maysles, David Maysles and Ian Markiewicz, 2006)

The Edge of Seventeen (Kelly Fremon Craig, 2016)

Salesman (Albert Maysles, David Maysles and Charlotte Zwerin, 1969)

Easy Living (Adam Keleman, 2017)

Going Back (Adam Keleman, 2010)

A Series of Acts (Adam Keleman, 2006)

Long Days (Adam Keleman, 2012)

Okja (Bong Joon-ho, 2017)

Before I Fall (Ry Russo-Young, 2017)

The Poughkeepsie Tapes (John Erick Dowdle, 2007)

Three Colours: Blue (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1993)

Three Colours: White (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1994)

Three Colours: Red (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1994)

Island of Lost Souls (Erle C. Kenton, 1932)

Khadak (Peter Brosens and Jessica Hope Woodworth, 2006)

The Lure (Córki dancingu, Agnieszka Smoczyńska, 2015)

Vagabond (Sans toit ni loi, Agnès Varda, 1984)

Little Evil (Eli Craig, 2017)

September

The Harder They Come (Perry Henzell, 1972)

Isle of Flowers (Ilha das Flores, Jorge Furtado, 1989)

Beat Girl (Edmond T. Gréville, 1960)

On Body and Soul (Testről és lélekről, Ildikó Enyedi, 2017)

Village of the Damned (Wolf RIlla, 1960)

Tampopo (タンポポ, Tanpopo, Juzo Itami, 1985)

Mustang (Deniz Gamze Ergüven, 2015)

Outside In (Lynn Shelton, 2017)

Voyeur (Myles Kane, 2017)

The Land of Steady Habits (Nicole Holofcener, 2018)

Clouds of Sils Maria (Olivier Assayas, 2014)

Already Tomorrow in Hong Kong (Emily Ting, 2015)

Tig (Kristina Goolsby and Ashley York, 2015)

Shortwave (Ryan Phillips, 2016)

The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (Jodie Markell, 2008)

Sexy Beast (Jonathan Glazer, 2000)

October

The Most Assassinated Woman in the World (La Femme la plus assassinée du monde, Franck Ribière, 2018)

I Think We’re Alone Now (Reed Morano, 2018)

The Woman Who Left (Ang Babaeng Humayo, Lav Diaz, 2016)

The Babysitter (Brian Duffield, 2017)

The Frighteners (Peter Jackson, 1996)

Emelie (Michael Thelin, 2015)

21 Grams (Alejandro González Iñárritu, 2003)

Apostle (Gareth Evans, 2018)

Phantasm (Don Coscarelli, 1979)

Banshee Chapter (Blair Erickson, 2013)

Joshua (George Ratliff, 2007)

Office (오피스, Hong Won-chan, 2015)

The Nightmare (Rodney Ascher, 2015)

The Spy Who Dumped Me (Susanna Fogel, 2018)

Before I Wake (Mike Flanagan, 2016)

The Most Unknown (Ian Cheney, 2018)

Private Life (Tamara Jenkins, 2018)

Octavio is Dead! (Sook-Yin Lee, 2018)

Leave No Trace (Debra Granik, 2018)

Cube (Vincenzo Natali, 1997)

Galveston (Mélanie Laurent, 2018)

Growing Up Coy (Eric Juhola, 2016)

Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Tobe Hooper, 1974)

November

Murder My Sweet (Edward Dmytryk, 1944)

Madeline’s Madeline (Josephine Decker, 2018)

Out of the Past (Jacques Tourneur, 1947)

Mandy (Panos Cosmatos, 2018)

Crossfire (Edward Dmytryk, 1947)

The Lobster (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015)

Silent Light (Stellet Licht, Carlos Reygadas, 2007)

Shirkers (Sandi Tan, 2018)

Berlin Express (Jacques Tourneur, 1948)

Red Road (Andrea Arnold, 2006)

Angels Wear White (嘉年华, Vivian Qu, 2017)

Interstellar (Christopher Nolan, 2014)

The Italian Job (F. Gary Gray, 2003)

In the Aisles (In den Gängen, Thomas Stuber, 2018)

Edge of Seventeen (David Moreton, 1998)

Mad Max: Fury Road (George Miller, 2015)

Columbus (Kogonada, 2017)

I Don’t Feel at Home in this World Anymore (Macon Blair, 2017)

The Full Monty (Peter Cattaneo, 1997)

Daisies (Sedmikrásky, Věra Chytilová, 1966)

Blue My Mind (Lisa Brühlmann, 2017)

December

The Tokyo Night Sky is Always the Densest Shade of Blue (夜空はいつでも最高密度の青色だ, Yozora wa itsudemo saiko mitsudo no aoiro da, Yuya Ishii, 2017)

Michael Lost and Found (Daniel Wilner, 2017)

The Trader (Sovdagari, Tamta Gabrichidze, 2018)

Valley Girl (Martha Coolidge, 1983)

The Kindergarten Teacher (Sara Colangelo, 2018)

Everything Beautiful is Far Away (Pete Ohs and Andrea Sisson, 2017)

McQueen (Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui, 2018)

Better Watch Out (Chris Peckover, 2016)

I Feel Pretty (Abby Kohn, 2018)

Eighth Grade (Bo Burnham, 2018)

A Simple Favor (Paul Feig, 2018)

Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story (Alexandra Dean, 2017)

Grandma (Paul Weitz, 2015)

Bird Box (Susanne Bier, 2018)

The Man in the Wall (האיש שבקיר‎, Evgeny Ruman, 2015)

Tout ce qui brille (Géraldine Nakache and Hervé Mimran, 2010)

Gas Food Lodging (Allison Anders, 1992)

Love, Cecil (Lisa Immordino Vreeland, 2018)

#watched in 2018 #films #2018 in review

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tillthelandslide · 2 years ago

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Poor Baby - Ross Macdonald One Shot

A/n: just a quick short one shot I wrote for the lovely @achangeofheartx bc she's the best and I love her

Your period had been out to get you all day, it felt like someone was punching you at the worse moments. Your back had started to ache from the unbearable pain and you wanted nothing more than to go home, slide into bed, grab the assortment of snacks that Ross reserved just for you, just for this occasion and curl up and let bear of a man cuddle you until the pain wasn't as bad.

He had text you around an hour ago, asking how your day was going and you sent him a voice note on your break, he could tell by your voice you were in agony and a few moments later you received a voice note back, his voice filling your ears and making you smile.

"Tell your manager you're going home and before you say anything, you haven't had a single day off since you had the flu when I was on tour and I couldn't even help then... But I'm going to help now. I'll be there in 10 minutes to pick you up. Don't fight me on this love".

You loved when he was like this, stern and determined, it was one of the many times you looked forward to him being a dad, knowing he'd do anything that needed to be done to protect his child. And he was always that way with you, ensuring he did whatever he could to ensure you were happy.

You inform your manager you're feeling under the weather and they're perfectly understanding, informing you that you indeed haven't had a day off in ages so let you go home.

You left your work building, seeing the tall rugged man you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend resting against his car. You smiled upon seeing him, his own lips stretching into a wide smile, dimples popping. You walk up to him, immediately being greeted by his warm embrace, you groaned into his chest and he chuckled deeply, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"Let's get you to bed love" he says, not before you're leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, a silent thank you.

Upon arriving home he sweeps you up into his arm, demanding that you've been on your feet long enough. He carries you to your joint bedroom, seeing a pair of soft leggings and your favourite jumper of his already laid out for you. You quickly change (telling him you didn't need help, although he desperately wanted to be put to use) before crawling into your bed.

You turn on your favourite comfort film, some sappy romance comedy, getting comfortable in your confines of your warm bed, lying your head on his pillow just to smell him.

He's returning to you only a few minutes later, holding a tray with various snacks, your favourite chocolates, a hot water bottle, a brewed cup of camomile tea and painkillers. He moves so he's lying down next you, pulling you to lie on his chest, hooking an arm around you and placing the hot water bottle over your stomach. The warmth of both the bottle and him already makes you feel better and the way he's placing soft kisses to your hairline, smoothing his hands through your hair to relax you.

"You're too good to me" you mumble against his chest.

"Impossible" he says.

"Thank you" you say, thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever and for everything he does.

"Drink this love" he says pulling away from you slightly to pass you the tea. You drink it slowly and smile at him as it starts to make you feel better.

"Okay now back in my arms" he demands and you chuckle, happily complying.

He asks you small questions about your day, how you're feeling, if he can do anything for you and at one point all you can do hush him with your lips against his. It's a soft, small peck and rudely interrupted by an awful pain in your stomach, making you groan as you pull away from him.

His large hand drifts down to your stomach, smoothing against the skin and a gentle stroke.

He pouts down at you "my poor baby" he says and you pout back.

"I'd take all your pain if I could" he says and you nod, knowing it was the truth.

"Wouldn't want you to do that... Being here with me is enough" you say.

"I love you" you hear him say. You slowly start to fall asleep in his arms, the pain nearly completely disappeared now.

"I love you more" you mumble back before you feel yourself drift off to sleep. You wake up a short amount of time later, Ross having disappeared which makes you frown. Your stomach cramps have seemed to be much better now so you take yourself downstairs. You find himself slaving away by the cooker, making your favourite dish. You wrap your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his Tshirt clad back. He's quickly turning around in your arms, smiling down at you, leaning down to kiss you.

"Feel better?" He asks, his hair is now free from the confines of his hair band.

"Much better thank you" you nod.

"I have to say, you'd be the perfect husband. For better or for worse after all" you say, the two of you often joked (although you were both serious) about the idea of being married.

"Yeah?" He asks, and you nod in reply.

"Well I'm sure we can make that a reality" he says and you smile widely at him.

"Yes please" you say, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, completely forgetting about your period pains.

"Yeah... Think I can make you my wife" he says, disappearing into the hallway to grab something from his coat before returning back to the room.

You think he's joking when he kneels down before you but you gasp as he reveals a velvet box, and you feel tears spring to your eyes as he opens it up, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

"Ross..." You trail off.

"Thought of doing this for ages... And not when you're on your period" he jokes making you chuckle "but I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted you to be my wife... Wanted nothing more than to be your husband and look after you forever. So will you marry me?" He asks and you simply nod at him, pulling him to his feet once he's slipped the ring on your finger.

He picks you up from your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist as he misses you.

"For better or for worse... Always love" he murmurs against your mouth.

Notes: I'm sorry I can't seem to write a one shot of Ross without him proposing haha. Clearly just have to have this man on his knees one way or another

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