#worried matty

[authorangelita]

Matty was worried, and she hated worrying. She'd always been able to maintain a separation, a distance from her team. People called her a hardass and a bitch and Matty the Hun to her face, so she knew what they said behind closed doors was worse.

But this team had wormed their way through her defenses, and they were hurting. She could see it in the dark circles under Mac's eyes, the shaking of Riley's hands when she typed, and the way Bozer's enthusiasm had decreased tenfold. They came to every briefing with large cups of coffee, sat quietly, spoke softly, and followed her orders almost without complaint.

She blamed one Angus MacGyver for getting under her skin. He was a man who exuded confidence and vulnerability, often simultaneously, and she had no damn idea how that worked. He was a genius with enough childhood issues to fill the Mariana Trench, and he was the most capable operative she'd ever met.

And she blamed one Jack Dalton for making her care. He cared so much that it rubbed off on her, and now he was gone. Dead. As much as she teased him about retiring or a foolish mistake costing him his life, she didn't actually want him dead. Well, there were certainly times when he'd shredded her last nerve, and she kind of did. But those times were few and far between.

About three weeks after Jack's death, she gave the team an easy mission that turned into a nightmare. Everything that could go wrong did, and as she stood in the doorway of Mac's room in Phoenix Medical, watching him sleep the drugged, yet uncomfortable sleep of someone in a lot of pain, she vowed to do something.

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@macgyvercairo

[girl-named-matty]

Comforting hugs after a close call 🫂💕

[punktkachuk]

HES BACK

[god-has-entered-my-body]

why does matty look constantly petrified of his surroundings like baby ur safe calm DOWN

[betweenthings2]

You know what's absolutely fucking wild to me? The fact that Alex Turner/Arctic Monkeys/The Last Shadow Puppets are allegedly banned from Coachella because of the time Alex kissed Miles on stage, but The 1975 isn't. Matty Healy/The 1975 are banned from two whole countries and facing legal charges in one for being pro-LGBT+, but not from one homophobic American festival, and Alex Turner, who I've never seen say two fucking words about politics is.

[clownsnake]

more stupid isekai stuff. and mystra apology vid

[sadgirlautumn]

idk idk idk I just don’t get why some fans took this album as a personal attack!! Even in the songs where she alludes to people judging her in general I really took it as “wow she must trust us so much to share this with us.” And if you took it personally then you either need to take a step back or maybe you should actually take it personally and maybe realize why your invasion into Taylor’s personal relationships can actually cause harm to her.

[justanamesstuff]

Okay, another blurb… (me: multiple blurbs one day; also me: *doesn’t upload a single thing for weeks/months* lol)

So, I’ve been thinking about the kids —Amelia and Arthur— obsessed with the idea of having a little sister. But before that they were stunned by the idea of baby kicking Y/n from the inside (lol). Closer to Ruth’s arrival, Amelia was 6 and Arthur 4…they love each other but as any couple of siblings they bicker a lot haha.

One day, Y/n is very exhausted and goes to take a nap on her bed. Matty tried his best keeping the kids entertained, busy, so they let her rest but up to a moment they want mommy. The kids father couldn’t complain because he did want to see Y/n too (simp).

Matty convinced them with the idea of making her a tea and crackers, so they helped him.

Once everything is ready, Arthur took the plate and Amelia the steaming mug. Matty checked first if Y/n was awake, making them wait at the door.

Matty took a peak first, watching how Y/n’s face was illuminated by the light coming from her phone screen. Y/n boyfriend pushed his entire body inside, closing the door behind him taking her attention.

“Hey.”

“Hi, my love.” Matty took a sit beside her on the bed, while she left her phone closer on the side table. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Y/n lifted her hand towards his forehead showing a slight frown. “Where are the kids?” She worried about.

“Outside.” Matty said. Y/n was showing a lot of confusion so he clarified, “they made you tea with crackers.”

“Oh my god…” she brought a hand towards her chest. “Did you make them wait outside?!” Y/n scolded him.

“I wanted to check first how you were doin’, alright?” Matty explained. “We had a chat today and they’re a bit worried something might happened to mommy.” His words made her pout and Matty leaned forwards kissing it away.

“Please bring them in.”

Matty did as she told him and the kids walked slowly into the room. Y/n’s heart melting seeing her babies so worried.

“Hello.”

A chorus of hello’s falling from their lips filled the room.

“That’s for me?” She asked them, pushing her body up so she could rest her back into the headboard of the big bed. The kids moved their faces saying yes.

“Get in bed with mommy, guys.” Matty let them know they could, taking the mug and the plate from their hands.

Arthur took place by Y/n’s right side and Mel pushed her body closer towards the left. Y/n rounded them with her arms.

“What’s wrong, my loves?” She asked them.

Arthur could begin to speak his worry thoughts, so Amelia helped as the big sister.

“I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“That something might happen you.” Amelia said.

Y/n moved her head looking at Arthur, asking, “Are you scared too, Archie?” and he nodded.

Y/n couldn’t help to look first at Matty before speaking again. “My loves?” She asked and they replied with a quiet “yes” so she continued, “I’m okay, I’m very tired because the baby is making me feel tired but I promise nothing is going to happen to me, okay?”

“Ask mommy what you asked me earlier.” Matty encouraged them.

Y/n gave them the space and time, being Arthur the one asking this time, “Does it hurts?”

“What, baby?”

“When the baby pushes…”

“Not really.”

Amelia looked at her mother with a puzzled look, “But she’s pushing from the inside.” Which made their parents to chuckled.

“Well, yes…but it doesn’t hurt baby. Here, give me your hand.” Y/n took Amelia’s hand softly, under the attention of both Arthur and Matty. Y/n pushed with her fingers agains Amelia’s palm. “It’s similar to this sensation. She’s just moving around and stretching.”

Mel took her hand away, cringing, “Feels weird.”

“The first time is weird. I’m used to it now. You two kicked a lot too.”

“Did I?”

“She just said both of us.” Amelia looked at her brother, who showed her his tongue mocking her sister.

Y/n took the opportunity to look at Matty who was admiring his little family even when the bickering between the kids was escalating slowly. Their family was everything he needed and welcoming a new baby into it made his heart swelled.

[daily1975lyrics]

❝don't worry, darling, 'cause i'm here with you don't worry, darling, the sun will shine through❞

[juniperhillpatient]

screaming crying ripping furniture to shreds with my teeth over platonic soul mates & bonds that transcend life death romance & sex & alter us to the core of our spirit 🥺

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

GUYS IM ON IT DONT WORRY!!🫡🫡

[punktkachuk]

please stop hitting matthew ty

[cotton-candy-jester]

Help, that’s too cute! Sirris saying that anybody would be fortunate to have Sydney as a partner. When Sirris knows that Sydney knows it’s a crush, Sirris becomes more playful about it. “Give ‘em the old family charm. If I could get your other parent, a member of the temple”. Sydney cuts them off.

HELP THAT'S ADORABLE 😭

Sirris just gets more excited when Sydney lets them know things went well. They make sure Sydney knows they can ask any questions they have about dating and what PC might like as a gift. Sirris is practically glowing when/if they see Syd's promise ring 🥺🥺

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

some of y’all (mostly on twt but some people on here too) taking this matty/taylor thing way too serious atp 😭 i promise it will never be that deep and if u stay silly and unbothered it will be much more fun to see how this goes

[allylikethecat]

Just read your reply to an ask about a fix of matty singing them to sleep and the suggestion/idea of fictional Matty singing fictional George or vice versa to sleep has me wanting to eat my hand and sob (in a good way) 😭

The best way to deal with your self imposed stress of not finishing a fic by your self dictated deadline is obviously to work on a different one 😂 I felt really bad that I wasn't able to fill that one prompt request for that anon looking for a matty x reader blurb where he sung the reader to sleep (I don't see myself ever writing x reader fic i'm sorry!! there are so many wonderful talented people who do though! that's just not my writing niche unfortunately) ... but like was totally down to write one of him singing fictional!George to sleep, and then I saw that YOU lovely anon had sent this in in response to that ask, so obviously I had to jump it to the top of my massive list of prompt fill requests that I really do promise I will finish in 2024 lol

So, alas, here it is, Fictional!Matty sining Fictional!George to sleep. I hope you like it, if not let me know and I will attempt a take two! Thank you so much for sending this in though, and for reading, and being so lovely and supportive! I hope you have a very happy new year and a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

Singing to sleep

George was sick, and George never got sick. Matty was at his wits end, he was the one with the shit immune system. He was the one who didn’t take care of himself and allowed his body to get run down, seeming to constantly be coming down with a perpetual case of the sniffles. George did yoga. George remembered to eat, and drank water, and got the recommended eight hours of sleep each night. He wasn’t supposed to be congested and running a fever, a trail of used tissues laid out like bread crumbs as if he would lose his way back to the bedroom without them. 

George wasn’t supposed to be arguing with Matty that he wasn’t sick when he clearly was. Shaking his head, his voice rough and nasally, insisting that he was fine even as he had to halt his argument every few minutes to cough. George was not supposed to be sick, and with a sinking realization, Matty was learning that George was an even worse patient than he was. 

“Please,” Matty begged, he knew he looked ridiculous wearing the frilly apron his Mum had gotten him as a joke when they had bought the new house and Matty had shown her the high end kitchen as if he was going to actually use it. The joke was on her, he was wearing the apron and currently trying to use the kitchen. “Please just go lay back down.” 

“I’m fine,” George rasped again before breaking off into another coughing fit, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered. Matty glanced at the clock on the stove, it was still too soon for him to take another dose of paracetamol. 

“You are not fine!” Matty snapped, turning away from the stove and the soup that he hoped was simmering and not boiling, he wasn’t entirely sure of the difference. He waved his wooden spoon at George for dramatic effect. “You need to go lay down and get some fucking rest so you can get better!” 

George opened his mouth and Matty waved the spoon more aggressively, flicking his wrist at George. “No, no arguments, upstairs, now please, let���s go.” Matty said, nudging George’s shoulder so that he could guide him towards the staircase. 

George sighed, breaking off into another coughing fit, his shoulders shaking before doing as Matty said. He padded barefoot towards the stairs, Matty hot on his heels to make sure he actually got into bed instead of trying to snag his work laptop out of the office. The soup would be okay for a few minutes without him, Matty thought as they climbed the stairs. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be watching for anyway, or what he was even supposed to do if it did do something. 

Realizing he was still holding the spoon, Matty sheepishly sat it down on the dresser, brushing past George to fluff up his pillows and blankets.

“Get in the bed,” he said, holding his arms out as if he was a briefcase girl on a game show.  

“You trying to take advantage of me?” George rasped, batting his eyelashes teasingly, the effect was lost though by the glassy sheen of his eyes and his dry red nose. 

“Always,” Matty deadpanned and George sighed, climbing back into bed and allowing Matty to rearrange the blankets around him while he pouted like a child.

“Now get some rest,” Matty said, leaning down one last time to press a kiss to George’s forehead, frowning when he realized just how hot it was. He turned away, planning on heading into the bathroom to get George a damp wash rag to try and cool him down some before returning to his soup when George caught his wrist. 

“Wait,” said George looking up at Matty, looking extra pathetic with his pale skin, red nose and shiny eyes. 

“I’ll be right back,” Matty assured him, his heart squeezing. “I’m just going to get you a cold rag.” 

“I’m fine,” George said again, his voice convincing absolutely no one. “But will you,” George flushed, and Matty wasn’t sure if it was from fever or embarrassment. George swallowed hard, his sore throat bobbing painfully. “Will you sing to me?”

Matty blinked, in confusion, not expecting the request. “What?” he asked dumbly and George’s blush deepened, embarrassment it is then, Matty thought fondly, his heart flipping at the request. 

“Will you sing me something?” George asked again, his eyes wide and earnest. “Please.” 

Matty exhaled slowly, he wanted to get George a cold wash rag for his forehead, and he needed to go check on his soup. But who was he to refuse George a song when he was poorly. 

“Yeah,” said Matty softly, feeling like his insides had turned to goo with just how much he loved George. “Yeah, I can sing you something.” 

His Gibson Hummingbird was leaning against a decorative chair where he had left it two days prior, and he winced, knowing he should have put it away properly but thankful for his laziness as he scooped it up, feeling silly as he quickly tuned it and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

He played the opening chord and George smiled, instantly recognizing the song. 

Tell me what you thought about

When you were gone and so alone

The worst is over

You can have the best of me

We got older but we're still young

We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up

George was asleep, snoring softly, before Matty even finished the song. 

[caesarsaladinn]

a post about war movies got me thinking, we never really see the Iraqis in Generation Kill, do we? it’s been a long time, but I only remember one scene, in which a soldier shoots a family from the vehicle because he thought their camel looked at him funny. I’m sure that’s deliberate, but why?