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Matty Healy + Teen!Sister!reader
warnings: sad, fluffy, some language ig??
a/n: HI HERES MATTY THING
The both of you made a point to call each other a few times a week, not wanting the distance between you two get in the way of the brother-sister bond. It was usually after school. It didn’t matter if he was in the same city or on the other side of the world in a completely different time zone. He always made a point to call. You got grounded for two weeks starting yesterday. Something about coming home drunk on prom night. (You couldn’t remember all the details because you were too drunk) You didn’t want to mess with your mother so you let it be. You make sure to fill Matty in on your endeavors that night.
He took a puff from a cig as you spoke. “How come Mum is forbidding me from going to parties meanwhile you and all your friends went out everywhere all the time.”
He let out a smile. “She never let me go anywhere. Me and the lads always snuck out.”
You rolled your eyes. That made much more sense. “When will you come to visit?” You asked, voice pleading.
His smirk of a smile quickly faded. “Hard to say, my love. I’m on tour right now so things are a bit complicated.”
“You can’t even come for my birthday?” Your voice pleaded.
“I don’t think so, love. I’m afraid i’m stuck here.” He felt really bad. He really did. It didn’t matter how old you were, you were the baby of the family. His baby. He felt bad enough missing out on you growing up, practically leaving by the time you could babble. He was determined not to miss out on your life. And he didn’t. Despite the enormous age gap and expectations from others to not be the normal sibling type, he made efforts, and the payed off. “Hey.” He said. You slowly looked back at him. You could tell he was sorry. “I’ll find my way home soon. Just takes time, right?”
You looked outside the window next to your bed again. “Yeah.” His heart ached seeing you like this. It became quiet between you two. You sat still looking out, biting your nails. Until, “I gotta go. I have a test I need to study for.”
He sighed, taking another smoke. “Alright.”
“Bye.” You said, turning back to him showing a smile. One he could clearly see through.
“Goodnight, sissy.” He said.
“Night.”
…
Cut to a few days later. Your friend texts you and says that her sister has 2 extra tickets for a 1975 show in London and asks if you want to go. You were technically still grounded so you knew your mom wouldn’t love the idea of a 4-hour road trip with your friends, even if it was to his son’s concert. You recalled the conversation with your brother from a few nights ago. You have barely spoken since then, other than when he commented on a post you made and when you told him to ‘stfu’ when he posted something stupid on his story. You remembered him telling you that he snuck out, and snuck out often.
You were a good girl. As bold and ruthless as you were, you never spoke back, never got in trouble (until now), and you were a straight A student with a stellar GPA. Besides there were other thing your mother and father should be worrying about other than you sneaking out frot a night.
You thought about it for a few minutes, pondering your decision, before eventually texting back your friend and telling her you were in.
You packed your bag in a rush the next day. packing just an outfit for the concert and another comfy one for the late night ride back. As you walked out the front door, not worrying about your mother because she was still working, the realization hit you. You still hadn't told your brother.
…
Hours later, at the actually barricade, situated in the perfect spot between where you brother and Ross would be, you still didn’t. You pondered how you would do it, teasing your friend that you wouldn't tell him at all and wait for him to come out. But, there were too many people in the crowded area and you didn’t want to take that chance. You opened up his contact and texted him a picture of the blue curtain right in front of you. To no one's surprise, he called you immediately.
“Y/n Healy.” He said, as soon as the Facetime connected.
You payed dumb, your friend letting out a laugh as you spoke. “Yessss?”
“Where to fuck are you?” he said.
You played dumb, in hopes of pissing him off more, “Um…at a concert!”
“Who’s concert?” You could hear the band laughing in the background. Matty must have filled hem in.
You shrugged before looking at the camera. “This shit rock band.”
He rolled his eyes and you could hear George let out a laugh beside him. “Does Mum know you’re here?” Your demeanor changed as you tired your best to hold in giggles. “Y/n!” He said.
“What? I missed you!”
“That does not give you an excuse to lie to our parents and take a spontaneous road trip to my gig!” People around started paying attention to the man on your phone screen, realizing it was the man they had come to see.
You smiled. “Well, nice to see you too!”
“Oh my God.” He said, yet again rolling his eyes.
George took the phone from him, knowing his best friend was getting nowhere. “Hi, munchkin.”
“Hi, George!” You smiled. It had been an even longer while since you’ve seen the band.
“Snuck out, did you?” He asked.
“Maybe?” You said, smiling. Even more people started setting whispers. You didn’t care.
“Hm. You at the barricade?”
“Yep! I’m watching the show tonight whether my brother likes it or not!” You replied, smiling once more.
“Nice! I’ll give you a stick.” He smiled before your brother cut it short.
“Stop incoraging her. Give me the phone-“
He reluctantly handed the phone back. “I’m texting Mum. I’m telling her you’re here.”
“Oh, so when you snuck out and did things it was fine? Dude, It’s a 1975 concert. There are more dangerous places to be.”
“You’re 16. You can’t even drive yet, love!”
“Hey! I have my permit.” You said defending yourself.
“Your permit not a license!”
You thought for a moment then rolled your eyes. “It’s fine.”
He sighed. “I’m texting Mum.” He hung up after that.
…
Mum | Go have fun. Give him a big hug for me, alright?
y/n | I’m sorry for sneaking out and driving several hours and lying to you.
Mum | I knew you left, my love. It’s okay.
Mum| I told him to take care of you tonight and send you off in the morning. Be nice and be careful please🩷
y/n | yes maam.
…
Mum | Take care of my girl or you’re grounded.
Matty | I’m 35 mum
Mum | I mean it.
Matty | Love u too
#ty anon!#the 1975#x daughter!reader#matty healy#matty healy x reader#matty healy x daughter!reader#matty the 1975#matty x reader#matty healy x sister!reader#x sister reader
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just a reminder! i do not, have not, and prob will not ever write smut. absolutely no hate to people who do!!! like u do u boo LIVE YOUR LIFE its just not something im into lolz.
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healy reader instas part idgaf
(polly bb fc again ig)
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y/nhealy a wild ride of a last show. ty to everyone who helped make this last year and a half possible. And to my father for believing in me.
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trumanblack Like u ever had a choice
trumanblack I love you
fan1 the last photo omfg so cute
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trumanblack Admiring the curls I gave her
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fan1 oh emm geeeee so cute
bedforddanes75 no i gave em to her
y/nhealy @bedforddanes75 ha ok bald
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y/nhealy ty @the1975
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rass1975 YEAHHHHHHH
1975adam Rockstar
bedforddanes75 Beautiful bubs
trumanblack I adore you
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I FORGOT I WROTE THIS AWE THIS IS CUTE
yeah, you wanna find love
matty healy + teen!swiftie!daughter!reader
warnings: some language, angst, fluff, cheating
a/n: do u guys get the title? get it? get it? the title? cuz she sang it? the city? at satvb? get it?
ty bae anon who requested im in LOVE.
I know Eras and Matty and her dating happened way after Red TV was released but shhhhhhhhh
Like any other normal teenage girl, you got excited every time Taylor Swift dropped an album, announced an album, or did anything remotely hinting at herself and her work. Even if it was a far stretch, you were on social media like the rest ready to prove or debunk theories. Tonight, she’s releasing her second re-recording, Red (Taylor’s Version) You were a fan. Even though she and your father dated for like a month and now they never speak to each other and the chances of you seeing The Eras Tour ever again are slim to none, you admired her so much.
Your dad had said goodnight and sent you to bed more than an hour ago. You planned to go against his wishes a little bit and stay up and listen to the album. It was only one time, and it was for the sake of music, so if you got caught he wouldn't be too upset, right? …Right?
The plan was all fine until you got hungry. The kitchen was connected to the living room which is where your father spent most of his late nights, doing work, watching TV, sleeping, whatever. It was quiet so you assumed that he had already gone upstairs for the night or was fast asleep on the couch. It all gave you the confidence to believe that you could sneak into the pantry and not be seen. You were wrong, however.
“Go to bed.”
He was there. Wide awake. Just quietly scrolling through his phone.
You pouted. “C’mon. It comes out in like an hour.”
He never took his eyes off his phone. “And you have to wake up at 6 am for school tomorrow.”
“And I’m still gonna go! One night of staying up and listening to an album isn’t going to change my perfect grades or 4.0 GPA.”
“I said no.” His voice grew a little more stern.
Your begging was now at a full 10. “This is a big deal, Dad! Just because you can’t listen to Taylor anymore doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t!”
“What I say goes, you know that.”
You smirked. “Oh, so it was fine when it was your album?” He hated it when you were a smart-ass. Mainly because you reminded him too much of himself when you acted that way.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Go to bed.”
“Ughhhhh.” You slumped up the stairs.
“I love you, baby.”
“And I love your ex!”
…
Almost 2 hours later, Matty got tired of the things he saw on Instagram, and the yawns he kept giving let him know that it was time for bed. As he walked upstairs he heard the faintest sound
At first, he thought it was because of something he had done. He thought that maybe the attitude he showed earlier was too much, but on the other hand, he knew his girl was too tough for that to break her. He opened the door and saw your frame curled on the bed. Your face was buried in your pillow but it was evident by the bits that were showing that your face was red and littered with tears. You heard him open the door and walk to you, but you didn't move.
“What’s happened.” He asked quietly as he slipped in into the other side and pulled you close.
“Just shut up. I just need you.” You were harsh but he knew your tone held no true anger or hurt.
“Okay. Okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” He held you as you cried into his chest. You were sobbing. You tried to catch your breath between the hiccups and cries, but it took minutes for you to fully calm down. To you, those minutes felt like hours, and as time went on Matty became increasingly worried about the severity of the situation.
You took one last big inhale, then spoke. “He cheated on me”
“What?”
“He cheated on me…then dumped me when I found out.”
“When?! When did this happen?”
“A little less than a week ago.” He sighed, He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You and your boyfriend had been dating for nearly 2 years. From the way it looked to the outside world, you two were as happy as could be. Matty always had his doubts but he chalked it up to the typical dad senses overreacting, especially because you always looked so happy and you hadn't been that way in a long time. “I should’ve broken it off long ago.” You hiccuped and cried through your next words. “He ignores me. Everything I say. Everything I do. It's like I’m talking to a brink wall half of the time. I tell him I’ve had enough and he apologizes and makes me feel great like I’m the only one who matters, and then he makes the same fucking mistakes, over and over and over again. He likes the idea of a relationship but doesn't want to put in the work of having one. At least when it comes to me…”
Matty didn't know what to say. It was a complete shock to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing-”
“Yes, he does. He just doesn't care.”
“How did this happen, if this happened a bit ago then why are you crying just now?”
You hid your face again. He rubbed your back. “You’re gonna laugh…”
“I won't laugh-”
“You’re gonna be mad,” You said, looking up.
He smiled. “I won't. Promise.” He said, winking.
You sighed and buried your head back into him. “I was listening to the 10-minute version of All Too Well.”
“God, bubs.”
You sat up and looked at him. “Let me live! It was too real. I related too much. I’m serious.”
He reached his arms back up, guiding you to come back to him. “I know. Im sorry.”
You pouted as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you ever cry to my songs?”
“Only of embarrassment.”
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your work is absolutely incredible. i loved every single bit of the last one. ty for blessing us with ur content🤧🩷
AHHHH thank you!!!! and you’re welcome!!!! it is truly my honour, and i am so glad you enjoyed the last one (which i am assuming once again is i was born waiting)
i was actually kinda worried for that fic so the positive reactions from yall have me giggling and kicking my feet rn :’)
YOU ARE INCREDIBLE.
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george noticing that stepdaughter! has been getting messages from her bio father and she's kept it a secret. he noticed because she's been quieter. he gets upset with bio dad because they're borderline threatening?
anon i LOVE u. staring writing it while because it wasn’t exactly what i wanted but then this request came though and became exactly what it and i was missing😇😇😇
MWAH
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somebody else
george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!teen!reader
(ft charli, gabbriette, and matty!)
warnings: cursing, daddy issues, bio dad comes back, king george, charli is a queen
a/n: ty anon who requested this and dug an old idea out of the trash lmao. hope u enjoy! i’m really proud of this one actually tehehe.
“Y/n, what time do you get out of practice today?” George asked, packing your lunch.
You stared at your phone with a blank expression, reading the texts you had received through the night.
“Y/n?” George called again when there was no response. “Hellooooo? Earth to y/n??” George teased.
Your head snapped up and your eyes widened in realization. “Sorry, I, uh- I get out at 5:30,” You tried to play it off with a laugh, immediately looking back down the texts.
“You okay?” George sensed something was off.
“Yeah, fine. Got to go,” You stood from the bar stool and grabbed your things, including the luch george had packed that was lying on the counter. You brushed it off quickly, trying to evade further questions.
“Wait a minute- what was that?” George persisted, concerned.
“Nothing, George! I’m fine, I got to go to school,” You placed a kiss on his cheek, standing on your tip toes, before you turned to your mom who was walking in from the bedroom she and George shared. “Bye, mom!” You said, rushing out the door.
“Bye, darling,” Charli said, walking out in her pjs and bedhead
With that you slammed the door and headed off the school. Charli laughed at the look stuck on her fiance’s face and kissed hm and she wrapped her arms around her torso. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing, I guess. She’s just acting weird. Staring at her phone,” He said, trying to downplay her worries.
She smiled. “That’s what teenagers do, George…” she added, trying to reassure him.
He shrugged as he cleaned up the mess from packing her lunch. “Have you noticed she’s acting differently?” George pressed on, sensing there was more beneath the surface.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“I don’t know-“ George hesitated, searching for the right words.
“Yes, you do,” George looked up with a look. Charli tilted her head and smiled.
He continued. “Quieter. Not the chipper, happy girl we know and love?”
Charli got serious. “I mean, yeah, but I had just chalked it up to hormones,” She admitted, realizing she couldn’t ignore the signs any longer.
“Hm,” George said, looking down.
His other hand sensed the concern on his face. “She’ll come around. Whatever is happening, our girl is stronger than it. She’ll be fine,”
“Yeah,” George agreed, though his worry still lingered.
“Our girl,” He whispered and smiled.
…
You did your best to avoid the texts on your phone. He was up to his nose in nonsense again and it was starting to get to you, even more than usual. For the first week or so, he was respectful. You set boundaries, never promised to see him in person, and he agreed. Over time he got more abrupt. He would message you constantly, saying ‘hey’ or ‘sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’ or other stupid shit. Eventually, when you didn't reply he would curse you out. He would make threats and call you names, proof of the real him. You would cry and fight the urge to scream in the school bathroom. A stark contrast to the life you lived at home and school. You were a model student with a combination of popularity and straight A’s. A nice nepo baby who was a good friend to everyone and a joy to be around. Nobody knew of the dark past that you lived through.
Your ‘dad’, if you can even call him that, caused trouble from the beginning. Your mom and him were in love for a long time, but when you came along and Charli was ready to live a family life along with her career, despise your expectancy, your dad backed out and left. Charli begged and pleaded for years, but to no avail. Your early childhood memories include vivid glimpses of him from the times he did try and come around, but he always chose different things over you. The last time he tried was nearly 5 years ago. You were 10. You were excited when your mom said he wanted to see you again, You were excited to be like the other kids at school and have 2 parents, but that was a short-lived dream. He left after a while, completely ghosting you and your mom.
A message popped up on your Instagram account a couple of weeks ago. Usually, the messages you get are from XCX or 75 fans who want to connect to you to get closer to George or your Mum, so you ignore them at first glance. That was until you saw the name. His name. He said he wanted to talk and and gave you his number, You reached out. He said all he wanted to do was relay a message - he was doing good, he hoped you were doing good, he was in a better, more stable place, he would like to talk or even meet but there was no pressure.
And like a fool, you fell for it.
…
Gabbriette promised to pick you up from school and take you out to ‘start of spring break right’. She had known you for years, being friends with your mom, and had become somewhat of an aunt, so when she and Matty fell in love and started dating, it was nothing short of perfect. She took you to your favorite spot the two of you shared, then to a shop or two, eventually meeting up with Matty who said he wanted to meet the two of you for dinner.
You took a picture of the delectable pate in front of you with the couple just behind, capturing the warmth of the moment with a pink heart emoji and posted it without a second thought.
After a delightful dinner, filled with laughter and shared stories, you all headed back to your parents’ place. Charli suggested a game night of ‘Cards Against Humanity’, and that’s how the five of you ended up gathered around the coffee table in the living room, ready for a night of fun and friendly competition. After a good hour of laughter and drinking, a knock sounded at the door.
“Who’s that?” Charli asked, looking at George.
“I wasn't expecting anyone?” he said. George looked at you expectantly but you just shrugged, oblivious as to who was on the other side of the door.
The laughter continued as Matyt placed another card down and your mom went to answer the door.
“Y/n, can you go to your room for a second?” She stayed staring through the peep hole in the door.
“Why?” You stood up and gave her a confused look, snacking on the sucker Gabbriette got you earlier that day.
She turned to you, a serious look on your face as she sent a pleading look to her friend. “Just do it for me, please? Gab? Can you go with her?”
She put a reassuring hand on your back as she guided you upstairs. The last thing you saw was George running to Charli’s side at the door.
…
Once upstairs and inside, Gabby closed the door behind her and told you to sit on the bed. “What was that about? Who’s there?” You asked.
You could tell that she knew something was up, but was trying to downplay it for your sake. “I don’t know! Don’t worry about it. She's probably being dramatic about something.”
You rolled your eyes. “Gabby, my mother loves attention but she is not dramatic.”
A knock sounded at your door. “Hiiii.” Matty poked his head through the door before fully making his way though.
“What's happening?” You asked, fear evident in your tone.
He shrugged and smiled, clearly hiding something. “Nothing. It was just a sketchy guy at the door.” He smiled.
You crossed your arms. “You liar.” You tried to get passed him and make your way to the door.
He put his arms on your shoulders to stop you from passing. ‘Hey! I’m not lying.” He technically wasn’t. You didn't believe it though.
“Yeah, sure, leave the acting to your parents.” You laughed and pushed past him and through the door.
As much as he wanted to laugh, his anxiety grew as he watched you brush pass him with ease and walk downstairs. “Y/n wait.”
Charli was face to face with a man, someone you recognized. Anger was written all over her face. “For the 5th and final time, get out.” George was hovering behind her, strong and protective Even though he never said a word.
“I’ve come to talk, just to talk.” He said.
Before your mother could get another chance to speak the steps beneath you creaked, giving your position away. All 3 heads turned to you, silent. Eventually, a voice spoke up.
“Hi, my love.” He said, hesitantly.
“Hi, Justin.” you softly said.
The man’s man was Justin Lemoine. He was your biological father.
He had been in and out since the moment you were born. You thought he was gone forever when he left nearly 5 ago and never came back. The slowly but surely growing relationship the two of you were building vanished instantly when he told your mother he couldn't do it again. You were 10 years old then, but now you were almost 15.
Then you were innocent and naive, now you were a young woman who was more certain of who you were, what you wanted, and the life you wanted to live. And that life didn’t include Justin.
He was always ‘Justin’, never ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’, or anything like that. That space was reserved for someone else. Someone like George.
He tried to take a step toward you but you shook your head, letting him know to take a step back. “I came to talk to you real quick-”
“I don't want to talk to you.” You flatly said.
“C’mon, don't be like that.”
“They told you not to come over here.” He knew the ‘they’ you were referring to was the court and the agreement
“I know, I-”
“Then why are you here?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been meaning to stop by since-”
“Since the last time you saw me?” You took a small step towards him, telling him you were serious.
He sighed and gave a solemn look. “Yeah.”
“So 5 years. Right?” It was said more mater-of-fact rather than a question.
‘Y/n.” He started his stint of trying to reason with you. You interrupted before he got the chance.
“No, I’m right, right? It's been 5 years since you’ve seen me? End of 2019, correct?”
He sighed again, starting to back down just the slightest bit. “Yeah.”
You let out a hum and you crossed your arms. George and Charli watched from behind, in awe of your spirit. “So what was it? Lots of wrong turns?”
His gaze shifted downwards. “Something like that.” It was almost as if he was ashamed. It was as if he was being genuine and serious this time. It felt like he really wanted to try again.
That thought only lasted a second before reality snuck back in. A beautiful simple guess of ‘what could be’ was loss in an instant. The reality was conversations like this between you and him have happened one too many times. The reality was taking the alternate suggested route would only lead to disaster and chaos, again. You had your answer, your envisioned future, at that future did not include him.
You stood stoic and strong. “You can leave now.”
He tried to move forward to you. “Listen, y/n, I just-”
“You said you wanted to talk…we talked. So, you can leave now.”
He sighed again. “I want you to give me another chance, baby girl-”
“Don’t call me that.” You were getting heated and angry which you knew would not end well, especially for him. You had your mother's ferocity and fiery nature, and it wasn't something to be messed with.
“C’mon don’t be like that I can-”
“I gave you another chance. Multiple. 5 years ago.”
You swallowed and stayed silent, unsure of what to do next. You had already made your next move.
“Leave.”
He sighed and tried to reach out to you. “Y/n, I’m-”
“Leave right now or I swear to god the next time you come and bother me or my family again it won't be pretty.” You stared at him with fire in your eyes.
He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Family’, huh?”
You nodded.
“You think you can just choose? Do you think you can pick a couple of people, and call them your aunts and uncles? Let them take you out to Central Park for a day?” You tilted your head before you relized he was alluding to the post you had made with Gabby earlier that day, “Or your Dad? You think that man is your Father?” He gestured to George for the first time. You could hear shifting in the background and George sighing, You assumed he was about to make a move, but Charli stretched an arm to block him and you spoke before he got a chance. “He's been more of a Dad to me in the past 3 years than you have in my entire lifetime.”
And every ounce of fire that George had inside him, wanting to go and punch that prick of a man in the face, was extinguished by your words. George sighed and Charli grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
Justin, meanwhile, was speechless. You had really replaced him. “Leave, Justin.” You said, without any room for question. He left, slamming the door behind him.
It was quiet for a solid 5 seconds before anyone spoke. You broke the silence. “I'm going to bed.”
Charli reached out to you. “Baby-”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You looked back and smiled.
You went upstairs and closed the door with a slam, continuing to sob into your pillows for the next hour.
…
Sleep eventually consumed you. Matty and Gabbriette left shortly after the fight and George and your Mum agreed to figure out the next steps tomorrow, knowing you were safe with them and believing Justin wouldn't make any more moves. When you woke up the clock on your phone read 2:15. You knew sleep wasn;t an option at this point so you got up and headed to the kitchen. You sat on the stool, to tired to move, to weary to make tea, so you just sat there. That was until you heard the footsteps coming from the hallway. It was George, half asleep. Your eyebrow twitched as he yawned and headed to you. He didnt say a word, just placed a kiss on your head before heading to the other side of the counter to make your favorite tea. A hit on deja vu creeping up as the two of you resembled the same positions as this morning.
You broke the silence after a minute. “What are you doing up?”
He shrugged as he continued his work.“Couldn’t sleep.” He slid the mug across the counter, along with a small container of honey.
“Thanks.” You softly said.
He watched as you finished making your drink. Your eyes were puffy, a sign you’ve been crying, along with the dark undereye circles that have been growing darker and darker over the past few weeks. All the signs he's seen and evidence he's gathered were now starting to make sense. “You okay?” He asked.
“Fine.” You said not looking up from your drink.
“You sure?” he asked, pushing you ever-so-slightly.
You sighed and shrugged, “I’ve been better I guess.” tears started to fall for what felt like the millionth time.
George rushed around the other side, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms. “Hey- It's okay, it’s okay.”
You stayed quiet for a minute before talking though your hiccuped sobs.“I should’ve known he would come, I’m sorry.”
He tucked your head under his chin as you sobbed into him. “You don’t need to apologize, love. How would you’ve known?”
“Because he said he would!” Yous aid breaking away.
“What?” George asked, confused.
You sighed and pulled out your phone, opening the message up and laying it on the counter for george to lok at as you buried your head in your hands.
He hesitantly took the phone and started scrolling. It wasn’t long before angered built inside of him. “How long has this been happening for?”
You spoke through the sobs. “…I don’t kno-“
“Y/n.” He got serious and protective.
You sighed. “About a month…or two.”
Tension hung heavy in the air as you finally confessed
“Why didn’t you tell us?” George’s voice trembled with concern.
“Because everything was so perfect! Our family was fine, and I didn’t want this coming in and messing it up!” your words spilled out, laden with frustration. “That’s what he does. That’s what he’s always done,”
George hugged you again and you sighed into him. “I will get this sorted out. You won’t have to talk to this man again…if you don’t want to, of course-”
“I don’t want to talk to him,” your response was firm.
“Okay,” George breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell something else was bothering you, another thing eating away at your mind. “What are you thinking right now? What’s going through your mind?” He inquired gently.
After a moment of pondering, you responded. “I just can’t believe I’m half him. I just can’t believe that this is my life and I have to deal with him,” Your voice cracked with emotion.
“You are not him, you are you. And you are 20 times stronger than that shrimp of a man,” His response got the ends of your lips to twitch up in a smile that lasted for a millisecond, but George considered that a win. “Okay? You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I promise,” You nodded. “Maybe make your Instagram private though?”
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don’t worry darlin
george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!reader
warnings: underage drinking, mentions of alcohol but no details of actually drinking it, it’s just reader is drunk as hell ahahah,
a/n: this universe is my guilty pleasure 😭 we’re getting out of this slump! although it not as long as i wanted it to be i am still absolutely in LOVE with this one and i hope u guys love it. ty to anon who requested another george and xcx r!!!
Charli had dropped you off a few hours ago. The plan was for you to stay the night at your friend’s house along with a few friends with no drinks, no throwing up, and no late-night phone calls to George at almost midnight.
He saw your name flashing on the screen. A sneaking suspicion crept into his mind as he answered the call, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “Yes, my love?”
Your words tumbled out in a slurred, whiny voice, the telltale signs of a night gone awry. “Georgeeeeee?”
A quiet chuckle escaped him, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. “What happened, baby?”
Your parents were typically laid-back, but even they had their limits. As a teenager, you were living life on your own terms, but tonight seemed to have taken an unexpected turn. “I don’t feel right,” you confessed, the words heavy with uncertainty.
“Did you have a drink, love?” he inquired, already knowing the answer but playing along nonetheless.
“Maybeee?” you admitted hesitantly, the admission punctuated by a nervous giggle.
A knowing smile danced across his lips. “How much?” he prodded gently, his tone laced with amusement.
You hesitated, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “Like 5? 6?” you confessed, the guilt evident in your voice.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your predicament, a sense of mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Y/n…”
Just then, the door creaked open, your mother’s concerned voice cutting through the air. “What’s happening?” she interjected, her brow furrowed with worry.
“Your daughter is drunk,” he declared matter-of-factly, his amusement palpable despite the situation. “Where are you?” he inquired, his voice steady and reassuring.
“Claire’s house,” you confessed, followed by a soft sigh.
He got up and grabbed his keys immediately. “Okay, I’m on my way,”
You slurred a “Thank youuuu.” and he smiled as he hung up.”
…
Your friend, a bit less intoxicated than you, sat beside you on the concrete steps leading up to the house as you waited for George to arrive. Despite your wobbly legs, you were already on your feet, stumbling towards George with outstretched arms. “Daddyyyy,” you slurred, a mix of affection and drunkenness in your voice.
George couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you, a mess of limbs and alcohol-induced bravado. “Awe, my love,” he responded, enfolding you in a tight embrace.
You winced as his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his embrace contrasting sharply with the chill of the air. “I don’t feel right,” you mumbled, your words barely coherent.
“I know. Let’s go home, love,” he murmured, guiding you gently towards the waiting car.
He expressed his gratitude to your friend for watching over you before helping you into the passenger seat. With a weary sigh, you slumped against the console, your head lolling to the side as exhaustion washed over you.
After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the hum of the engine, you spoke again, your voice heavy with the weight of your intoxication. “George…”
He glanced at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, Love?”
“I feel like shit,” you confessed, your words slurred and barely audible.
George chuckled softly. “I bet,” he replied, his tone laced with amusement.
You turned your head to the side, a feeble attempt to make yourself heard. “Have you ever been drunk, George?”
His laughter filled the car, a rich, melodious sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. “Oh, I’ve been way worse than drunk,” he admitted, his voice tinged with fond reminiscence.
You gasped dramatically, the alcohol lending a sense of theatricality to your movements. “How dare you?”
He grinned at you, the twinkle in his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the dashboard lights. “I know,” he replied simply.
“George?” you slurred, your words barely coherent.
“Yes, y/n,” he replied, pulling up to a red light.
“It’s me again!” you exclaimed, your eyes still closed in a drunken stupor.
He chuckled at your antics, a fondness evident in his gaze. “Hi, sweet girl.”
You attempted to hug him, but your movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, eliciting a chuckle from George. “Thank you for saving me,” you murmured, your words barely audible over the drone of the engine.
“Anytime,” he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he continued on the journey home.
…
The occasional flicker of streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face as he stole glances at you, nestled in the passenger seat. Your tousled hair framed your peaceful face, a stark contrast to the chaos of the evening.
He couldn’t help but reminisce about his own youthful indiscretions, the nights spent careening through life with reckless abandon with Matty and his friends. But now, with you in his care, he felt a newfound sense of responsibility.
The car hummed softly as it traversed the familiar route home, along with Lana playing softly in the background as you requested earlier. George stole another glance, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at the innocence that still lingered in your sleeping form.
As he pulled into the driveway, he gently shook your shoulder, pulling you out of your slumber. “We’re home, love,” he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet night.
You groaned and stirred, blinking as you slowly came to. George helped you out of the car, steadying you as you wobbled on unsteady legs. Together, you made your way to the front door.
Your mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes soft with concern as she took in the sight of you leaning heavily on George for support. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, gentle, yet full of worry.
You nodded and smiled at her. “I’m fine, Mom. Just a bit tired.”
With a sigh of relief, she ushered you inside. George stood by and watched you two with a smile. They both helped you upstairs, one hand around George’s shoulders while the other was in your mom's firm grasp. Your mom helped you change into something more comfortable while her other half fetched the makeup wipes from your connecting bathroom. As you settled into bed, exhaustion tugged at your limbs, George and Charli lingered by your side, his hand brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered his words a gentle lullaby as you drifted off into the peaceful embrace of slumber.
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Hi, how are you doing? I’m in need of a comfort dad!ross fic, I’ve been feeling a little blue lately and really want to be comforted by ross, but it could also be any of the guys (whoever is easier for you to write)
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playing on my mind
ross macdonald + preteen!daughter!reader
warnings: mentions of absent mother, mentions of mother coming back, angst but it’s not terrible??, crying
a/n: i love this one it’s short but i love it and i think it’s a perfect dadross omg
reader is 12 abt to turn 13
It was a question on your mind a lot lately. What would life be like now? You grew up in Londen but stayed in the States a few months out of the year, per the custody agreement between your parents. Comparatively speaking, your parents were co-parenting goals. When your mother came back years after you were born, your father gave her a chance. And it worked, things were better and you could now officially say, you had a mother who was in your life and cared. When she came back a few years ago after leaving you and your father she tried to make things feel ‘normal’. But the relationship felt anything but. But there were still many issues between you and your mother. You were proud of your mom, the progress she made, and the fact that she tried so hard to get where she was now. But at the end of the day, your heart lied with your dad, and that was something she could never change. And turning 13 after you arrived in America meant the possibility of your mother persuading you to stay now that you were of the legal age to pick where you wanted to live. And that scared the shit out of you.
You liked quiet nights like these. Just you and your dad. It was simple but it was sweet. You were scared of the fact that it could go away. You sat at the countertop on a bar stool completing whatever schoolwork you needed to finish for the night. Your dad just finished cleaning and sat down next to you with a heavy sigh. “You still never told me what you want for your birthday.”
You never took your eyes off the computer screen. Just continued typing. “What do you mean?”
“No cake, no food, no presents? Nothing. And we only got a week now.”
“I’m good with whatever.” You said nonchalantly.
Your dad’s face quicked into confusion. One that would soon turn into concern. “Since when?”
You just shrugged. “C’mon, you’re turning 13, babe. It’s a big deal.”
You laughed it off. The only reason he says it's a big deal is because you’ve told him over and over and over again that turning 13 was a big deal. Now, however, you continued to dismiss him. “I’m not worried about my birthday, Dad. You don’t have to do or get me anything.”
He shut your computer screen. You took one look at him and knew he was getting serious. “You're hiding something love, I can tell.”
He could tell you were about to get defensive but his face turned into a look that said it wasn’t even worth it to try. You slumped back in your chair and stared at the closed laptop, afraid to face him.
“Tell me.” He said
You sighed and your voice got quiet. “I don’t want to say it.”
He had a puzzled look on his face. You were a good kid and rarely kept things from him and you never got in trouble, so the thought of a secret emerging was concerning for more than one reason. “Why? What going on, my love?”
“I don’t want you to get angry…or say no.”
He moved his chair closer to yours. “What if I promise I won’t get mad? Or I promise I won’t say no?”
You made a slight laugh. “You can’t promise that.”
“Why?” He asked, sincerely.
“Because it’s a huge promise!”
“I promise I’ll do what I can then, hm?” He was desperate to get to you.
After a pause, you gave in.
“I don’t want to go to America.” His face turned “I don’t want to live with Mom for a few months.”
“And I don’t want to have a big birthday because it could be the last one we celebrate together.”
“What the hell are you talking about love?”
“When I turn 13 I can live with whoever I want. And I’ll be 13 after I leave so she can convince me to stay there or something when I don't want to be there.”
“Ok,” he said flatly.
Your little cries continued. “And I don’t want to go I want to stay here.”
“So then stay here.”
“But, it’s not that easy-”
“Of course it’s easy. I say you can stay with me, so you stay with me.” He smiled as if he was telling a joke.
“That’s not how it works, Dad. There are legal things involved!”
“I’ll make it work! If it’s what you want, I’ll make it happen.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. “What makes you think I would say no?”
You shrugged, having an answer but not wanting to give it. “I don’t know?”
“Y/n…” He said, in a warning tone.
“I don’t know! I just thought…I just thought you would want me to leave again for a while?”
“Why on Earth would I want that?” If he didn't know every single detail about you, he would've thought you were joking.
“Because! You still have a tour, and you’re releasing another album, and I have to tag along with everything and I just end up becoming a burden-”
“Y/n Macdonald, you are not a burden. Don’t you ever think that again.” he had his serious dad face on. “Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought of you that way.” He wiped some of your tears that had fallen. “I would be thrilled and honored if you chose to stay here. OK?’
You nodded before responding. “Ok.”
He smiled. “Now, chocolate or vanilla cake?”
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yeah, you wanna find love
matty healy + teen!swiftie!daughter!reader
warnings: some language, angst, fluff, cheating
a/n: do u guys get the title? get it? get it? the title? cuz she sang it? the city? at satvb? get it?
ty bae anon who requested im in LOVE.
I know Eras and Matty and her dating happened way after Red TV was released but shhhhhhhhh
Like any other normal teenage girl, you got excited every time Taylor Swift dropped an album, announced an album, or did anything remotely hinting at herself and her work. Even if it was a far stretch, you were on social media like the rest ready to prove or debunk theories. Tonight, she’s releasing her second re-recording, Red (Taylor’s Version) You were a fan. Even though she and your father dated for like a month and now they never speak to each other and the chances of you seeing The Eras Tour ever again are slim to none, you admired her so much.
Your dad had said goodnight and sent you to bed more than an hour ago. You planned to go against his wishes a little bit and stay up and listen to the album. It was only one time, and it was for the sake of music, so if you got caught he wouldn't be too upset, right? …Right?
The plan was all fine until you got hungry. The kitchen was connected to the living room which is where your father spent most of his late nights, doing work, watching TV, sleeping, whatever. It was quiet so you assumed that he had already gone upstairs for the night or was fast asleep on the couch. It all gave you the confidence to believe that you could sneak into the pantry and not be seen. You were wrong, however.
“Go to bed.”
He was there. Wide awake. Just quietly scrolling through his phone.
You pouted. “C’mon. It comes out in like an hour.”
He never took his eyes off his phone. “And you have to wake up at 6 am for school tomorrow.”
“And I’m still gonna go! One night of staying up and listening to an album isn’t going to change my perfect grades or 4.0 GPA.”
“I said no.” His voice grew a little more stern.
Your begging was now at a full 10. “This is a big deal, Dad! Just because you can’t listen to Taylor anymore doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t!”
“What I say goes, you know that.”
You smirked. “Oh, so it was fine when it was your album?” He hated it when you were a smart-ass. Mainly because you reminded him too much of himself when you acted that way.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Go to bed.”
“Ughhhhh.” You slumped up the stairs.
“I love you, baby.”
“And I love your ex!”
…
Almost 2 hours later, Matty got tired of the things he saw on Instagram, and the yawns he kept giving let him know that it was time for bed. As he walked upstairs he heard the faintest sound
At first, he thought it was because of something he had done. He thought that maybe the attitude he showed earlier was too much, but on the other hand, he knew his girl was too tough for that to break her. He opened the door and saw your frame curled on the bed. Your face was buried in your pillow but it was evident by the bits that were showing that your face was red and littered with tears. You heard him open the door and walk to you, but you didn't move.
“What’s happened.” He asked quietly as he slipped in into the other side and pulled you close.
“Just shut up. I just need you.” You were harsh but he knew your tone held no true anger or hurt.
“Okay. Okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” He held you as you cried into his chest. You were sobbing. You tried to catch your breath between the hiccups and cries, but it took minutes for you to fully calm down. To you, those minutes felt like hours, and as time went on Matty became increasingly worried about the severity of the situation.
You took one last big inhale, then spoke. “He cheated on me”
“What?”
“He cheated on me…then dumped me when I found out.”
“When?! When did this happen?”
“A little less than a week ago.” He sighed, He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You and your boyfriend had been dating for nearly 2 years. From the way it looked to the outside world, you two were as happy as could be. Matty always had his doubts but he chalked it up to the typical dad senses overreacting, especially because you always looked so happy and you hadn't been that way in a long time. “I should’ve broken it off long ago.” You hiccuped and cried through your next words. “He ignores me. Everything I say. Everything I do. It's like I’m talking to a brink wall half of the time. I tell him I’ve had enough and he apologizes and makes me feel great like I’m the only one who matters, and then he makes the same fucking mistakes, over and over and over again. He likes the idea of a relationship but doesn't want to put in the work of having one. At least when it comes to me…”
Matty didn't know what to say. It was a complete shock to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing-”
“Yes, he does. He just doesn't care.”
“How did this happen, if this happened a bit ago then why are you crying just now?”
You hid your face again. He rubbed your back. “You’re gonna laugh…”
“I won't laugh-”
“You’re gonna be mad,” You said, looking up.
He smiled. “I won't. Promise.” He said, winking.
You sighed and buried your head back into him. “I was listening to the 10-minute version of All Too Well.”
“God, bubs.”
You sat up and looked at him. “Let me live! It was too real. I related too much. I’m serious.”
He reached his arms back up, guiding you to come back to him. “I know. Im sorry.”
You pouted as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you ever cry to my songs?”
“Only of embarrassment.”
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