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secret admirer (dad!ross x reader fluff)
day 1 of valentine's week by bff @abiiors!! in this one... the kids want to know how you and ross got together. cute as shit. enjoy <3
it's at dinnertime when you're first asked the question.
ross is quietly coaxing keir to finish his peas, to minimal success. eilidh swallows a mouthful of gravy-soaked mash and turns to look at you curiously. “mummy… how did you and dad meet?”
“you already know, bean,” you take a sip of your wine and smile at her. “met dad and your uncles when i helped design the stage for one of their first shows.”
ross takes a break from lecturing your son about the merits of eating your five-a-day to look at you and wink. there's a warmth in those dark eyes of his - the same one that got you hooked on him in the first place, actually - and you know he's thinking about that fateful first meeting too. “yeah, when i had to save mum, eilidh,” he chuckles. “from matty talking about his vision at a hundred miles an hour. her eyes were proper glazed over and everything, you know.”
“they still go like that when he talks to you now sometimes, mummy,” keir adds, still pushing peas around his plate. his dad and sister laugh, while your jaw falls open at the fact you've been clocked by your four year old.
he's not wrong, though.
eilidh's giggles fade into soft hums. “but how did you end up being boyfriend and girlfriend?”
ross’s eyes meet yours again. he smirks, taking a sip of his own wine. “d'you want to tell the story, love?” he asks, foot sliding up your leg under the table, flirty. “or shall i tell them how i swept you off your feet?”
“oh, is that what it was?” you tease, trapping his leg between your own.
“of course.”
you laugh. “you and i remember it differently, then. but alright,” you stretch, shuffling in your seat before looking at your kids’ anticipated little faces. “here's what happened…”
2013
“should we do something different for valentine's day?”
you turn to look incredulously at matty, exhaling your cigarette smoke. “is further context required there, or are you asking me out? because absolutely not, if so.”
“oh, charming. thank god i see you as a little sister and no more,” matty winces, taking a drag of his own cigarette before he speaks again. “i mean for the show on the 14th. we could do, like, pink lighting instead of white, or something.”
you hum. “i don't hate the idea. but i think sticking with the black and white thing is maybe a good idea for now. cohesion, recognition, establishing identity as you gear up to release the album, all that jazz, yeah?”
“good point.”
“i do like the pink, though. maybe we could do something with it in the future?”
“yeah. i'll keep it in mind. usual staging it is, then,” matty turns to face you, resting a shoulder on the brick wall. “so, given that you've theoretically rejected me…
you roll your eyes.
“... who are you seeing on valentine's day?”
“nobody. we've got a gig, remember?” you ash your cigarette glumly. “i'll be selling t-shirts with your face on them up the back of the venue all night.”
“and i love you - platonically - for that,” your friend grins. “but what about after the show?”
“after?”
“yeah.”
you ponder. “probably just going home to shower off the residual weed smell i'll inevitably take on, to be honest.”
matty laughs; his face drops when he realises you're not kidding. “oh. you're serious.”
“mhmm.”
“but,” he looks baffled. “you're twenty-three. you're cute, objectively. you're sweet. you're fun. there's really nobody you want to spend valentine's day with?”
well… your lips part of their own accord as if to speak; you quickly snap them shut before you make a sound. no. you can't tell anyone. especially matty, of all people.
apparently, though, you don't close your mouth fast enough - your friend notices, and giggles, eyes lighting up. “who is he? go on, tell me. promise i won't tell anyone, honest.”
“not a chance.”
“pleeeeeeeeeease?”
“no, matthew,” you take a final drag of your cigarette before stamping it out. “i'm never telling anyone, because it'll never go anywhere between me and him anyway, and thus i am perfectly fine just letting the crush i have fade without acting on it. i'll develop another one soon, anyway.”
no you won't. you've never fancied someone as much in your life as you fancy…
“there you are. was wondering where you'd gotten to, matty,” ross wanders round the side of the building, relief evident on his face. it seems to light up when he sees you, but that's most likely your brain playing tricks on you. “oh. hiya, love. didn't know you were in today, s'nice to see you.”
love?!
shut up. it's ross. he calls everyone that, dipshit.
you clear your throat. “hi, ross. s'nice to see you too. you look… well.”
you pray neither of the boys noticed the awkward pause while you came up with an alternative for “devastatingly attractive”, or that your voice didn't sound as small and squeaky as it sounded to you.
thankfully, neither of them mention it. ross just smiles, and all you can do is focus on not squealing at how cute his dimples are. “thanks. you look good. hair's nice like that.”
“oh,” you self-consciously touch the ponytail you hastily shoved your hat-messy hair into earlier. “thank you.”
he smiles again. “so, what are you gonna develop another of? were you talking about work?”
you say “yes” at the same time the gobshite next to you says “yeah, but then we moved onto talking about how she has no valentine's day plans but she also won't tell whoever she has a crush on that she wants to shag them because she thinks it’s unrequited.”
for fuck's sake.
sighing, you facepalm. ross blinks. “fair enough.”
“you don't think she should tell him?” matty looks aghast.
“what i think is that you should stop pestering her about it,” ross looks pointedly at matty, then turns to you. “but - and i don't want to overstep the mark here, love…”
“no, no, it's fine.”
“... you’ll never get what you really want unless you ask for it,” he finishes, a pleasant smile on his face. “what have you got to lose by doing so, anyway?”
this. our friendship. potentially my job, if i fuck it up enough.
“yeah, i suppose,” you murmur hesitantly. “i'll consider it.”
and you do - in fact, you're still considering it when you next see ross, during setup for the gig on the big day itself. he appears when you're pushing the box light into position on the tiny stage, quickly laying down his bass to run and help you, despite your protests that you've got everything under control.
seeing his arms flex as he works, though, and the way the stark white light somehow manages to warm up those dark eyes? you most definitely do not. still, you refuse to say anything to him then. or before the show, when he automatically passes you a beer so you can be included in the pre-gig cheers. or afterwards, when he risks being pounced upon by drunken fans just so he can help you pack up the merch stall, cracking jokes despite his tiredness.
it's only when you're loading the boxes of t-shirts into adam's car that you actually start to think that mentioning the crush to ross might not be a bad thing. you close the boot with a weary sigh, turning to face ross and high-five him - like you always do - with gratitude. and then he does something… strange.
he hugs you.
it's not a long hug, and definitely one of the “thanks, mate” variety, but still. it's not a common thing to happen between the two of you, ross’s arms wrapping around your shoulders and your waist and pulling you into his chest. it's warm. cosy. safe. and as soon as he lets go, you miss him.
before you get a chance to dwell on that, though, he speaks. “you coming to the pub with us now?”
“us?” your brow furrows. “who's us?”
“everyone except adam and waughy,” ross grins. “you're not the only one with no valentine's plans, love,” his face contorts into panic. “wait, fuck, i just assumed, because you said last week-”
“ross, relax, babe,” you smile, beating yourself up internally for the way the pet name just slipped out; you blame the joy that fizzed up in your stomach when he essentially admitted he's single. “i'm coming to the pub.”
he smiles again, relief evident in his eyes. “alright. good. i think we'll have a good night.”
you do, actually, despite matty monologuing the whole walk there about “you should just phone that guy you like and tell him. for the love of god, at least one of us needs to pull tonight. s'depressing if we don't”. it's actually george who manages that first, disappearing after the first round with a redhead and returning, lipstick-stained and gleefully dazed, half an hour later. matty's next, chatting up girls at the bar and collecting phone numbers by the handful, pointing out vaguely handsome men to you with “yes? no? maybe?” to no avail.
ross doesn't pull at all.
not for lack of trying from the female clientele in the pub, though - every time he leaves the table, you watch heads turn in his direction, and some bodies following. envy tinges your vision green whenever a girl approaches him, but you needn't worry; no matter how pretty or persistent or personable the girls are, ross politely chats as he waits for the drinks, bids them goodbye, and comes back to you. well, to the table. where he sits next to you.
it makes you feel good. so good, in fact, that you decide to tell him how you feel, right then and there. you take another sip of your wine - dutch courage and all - and rest your elbow on the table and your head on your hand, facing ross. “i'm glad i came out tonight.”
“so am i,” he mirrors your pose, smiling. god, you love his dimples. “it's been a good night.”
“yeah. not a bad valentine's day at all.”
ross giggles. “as good as it gets for singles,” he takes a sip of his pint, then looks at you a bit more seriously. “you spoken to that guy yet? the one you like?”
you bite down a giggle, shaking your head. “d'you think i should? ask him out?”
“if you really like him, yeah.”
“but,” you look down at the table, absentmindedly running your index finger round the rim of your glass. “what if he doesn't like me?”
“why wouldn't he?” ross's voice is soft - so are his eyes, you look up to discover. “you're great.”
“really?”
he nods. “really great.”
your heart glows. your face does the same. “thank you, ross.”
he shrugs. “i'm just telling the truth, love. now,” he grins, tapping your phone. “ask him.”
bless him.
you exhale, smiling. “alright,” you turn round to compose yourself, then look back at ross with a smile. “would you like to go for dinner with me?”
for a second, you falter as ross's brow furrows. “what, now? like a kebab- oh,” his jaw drops, and he blinks a few times. “really? it's me that you have a crush on?”
“yeah,” you bite the inside of your cheek, nervous. “is that… really bad?”
“hmm? no, no, not at all! just surprising, s'all,” ross takes your free hand in his own. he looks dazed, but he's genuinely smiling. “i had no idea you liked me like that.”
“and here i was thinking i was doing a shit job at hiding it.”
ross laughs, softly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb; warmth erupts under your skin wherever he touches. he looks at you, so tenderly you want to look away. “yes.”
your turn to be confused. “yes i was doing a shit job at hiding my crush on you? or…?”
“no, love,” ross chuckles, squeezing your hand. “yes, i'd love to go for dinner with you. tomorrow too soon?”
you feel weightless, joyous, positively giddy. but you have to stay cool, so you simply beam at him. “tomorrow's perfect.”
present day
“...so, we went for dinner - pasta, before you ask, keir - and that was it. dad said he wanted to be my boyfriend before we'd even gotten to the tiramisu,” you smile at the memory. “and then we were like that for a while, and then we got married, and then we had you two. and now, here we are.”
“that's it?” keir frowns at you, then looks up at his dad. “but you said you swept mum off her feet.”
ross snorts, ruffling his son's hair. “yeah, not literally, keeks. i just meant that she was very impressed by me.”
“i don't get it.”
“well, ask matty to explain metaphors to you when you next see him, then.”
you wince (ross laughs at that), turning to your daughter, preoccupied with petting ash the cat, who climbed onto her lap halfway through your talk. “thoughts, eils?”
“hmm,” she makes a face. “it's not a very exciting story, mum.”
“cute, though, no?”
“kind of, i guess.”
“wow, you two are hard to impress,” you sigh, turning to ross and smiling despite your kids’ boredom. “worked out well for us, though, didn't it?”
“absolutely, love. couldn't have worked out any better,” ross leans over the table to kiss you; you return it with relish.
“ewwwwwwww! gross!”
“dad, please don’t do that to mum in front of me ever again.”
#mads muses#mads does writing#dad!ross#eilidh#keir#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald fanfiction#ross macdonald fanfic#ross macdonald fic#ross macdonald fluff#ross x reader#valentine75
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can we have a ross blurb of him having a wife and a young daughter and they both go to support him at a show and the daughter is dancing with her mom and Charli, gabi, & Carly offstage?? that would be so wholesome omg
oh my godddddd oh this adorable 🥹🥹
you know he'd have the BIGGEST grin on his face, constantly looking to the side of the stage with you and your toddler jumping together and singing all the lyrics. well, she mostly screams in gibberish but that's honestly better than her knowing the actual lyrics 💀
at first she's on your shoulders, bouncing around and screaming "daddy!" really loudly in between songs. the people closest to ross' side of the barricade can even hear her every once in a while but she has these giant headphones that protect her ears and hide most of her face at the same time.
he keeps drifting to the very corner of the stage to get a better look at her and ends up almost being hidden by the speakers lmao. matty has to eventually pull his back and make a joke about it. he's a good uncle tho! you set her down just in time for the last 5 or 6 songs and matty changes "one, two fucking jump" to "one, two let's jump". not like she cares, she's busy holding your hand and jumping as high as she can. very very sweet, ross would be dying on stage of all the cuteness <33
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Ross being all excited during your pregnancy, i.e. speaking to the baby, kissing your bump etc, being protective and loving, etc!
i am answering this four months later. ur so welcome for the prompt response girly no need to thank me (i hate myself im so sorry)
The early morning sun broke through the curtains in splintered rays as cascaded onto the unmade bed. it was warm and golden and seeped in like sweet nectar and yet, its warmth was barely comparable to that of his grin as he gazed up at me.
Ross' eyes were lidded and still bleary with sleep as he lay there beside me, the soft sheets pooling around our waists, leaving my bump exposed to the dripping sunlight. He was smiling, probably wider than anyone had ever smiled before at such an early hour, big hands roaming over my stomach, waiting for the little bean growing inside me to kick for him.
"He must be getting shy..." i giggled, fingers tangling in his hair as Ross feigned offence, lips brushing over the stretched skin of my belly. "Had no problem acting like a little Ronaldo when I was tryna get to sleep last night, did you, bean?"
My husband chuckled lowly, lifting his head from where it rested just between the valley of my breasts to grin, his smile practically stretching from ear to ear when our little one responded to my voice, little feet kicking at my stomach. It was nothing either of us hadn't felt before hundreds of times over and yet, in our sleepy states, it felt new; a tender reminder of the life the two of us had created together.
"That's my boy" Ross murmured, almost prideful, drawing a lazy chuckle from my lips. "My sweet, talented boy. Gonna grow up and be a footballer, yeah? Get Daddy a free season ticket, hm?"
At this, I snorted and shook my head affectionately.
"Think you might be getting a bit ahead of yourself, darlin" I teased, cupping his face in my palms, feeling the soft scratch of his beard against my skin. "Maybe wait until he's actually born before you start planning out his entire future..."
Ross said nothing, instead opting to lazily kiss my lips, swallowing my laughter with an amused hum. His hand never left my bump, calloused fingertips languidly tracing the little pink stretch marks that had started to form there. I melted under his touch, sinking back against the soft mattress, content to just lie here forever if it meant he and I got to stay like this.
"Can't wait that long," He mumbled, the longing in his tone palpable. "Just...wanna meet him. Wanna finally have our little family, y'know?"
I nodded, more than sympathetic, and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, engulfing myself in his familiar heady scent as he cradled my bump with one hand, the two of us all smiles when our little man kicked once more.
"Mhm..." I hummed, smiling softly. "I know, lovely. Two more weeks and he'll be here." Ross nodded sleepily, his tall frame now curled up against my body like a koala, having practically attached himself to my person the moment we saw those two pink lines months ago. "Although, if you can't wait that long, i've heard sex is good for speeding up labour..."
Ross breathed out a sleepy laugh, grinning against my skin. "Woman, you are insatiable..."
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that instagram story thing you posted of gigi and eilidh from mads' ross fic was so cute 😍😢 can you do a blurb about gigi meeting the baby for the first time? or even her being told that she's going to have a new best friend soon?
yessss. if you guys haven't read mads ross fic go do that now @toomuchracket
i think gigi is maybe too little to properly understand what is going on but ross comes over to matty's to tell her anyway. she is playing on the floor when he gets there, and she sees him and immediately toddlers to him and buries her face in his jeans, then lifts her arms up to him and says "up!" and so ross picks her up and snuggles her.
"guess what gi?" matty says, and she looks at him, quizzically. "ross has a surprise for you!"
she looks back at ross and smiles, and then puts her tiny hand on his hairy face and goes "ross play kitchen?" except she can't quite pronounce the word kitchen.
"gigi," he says, "ross is going to have a baby!"
she stares at him blankly, then says "baby?"
"yeah!" he says, grinning at matty that she understood.
"such a smart girl!" matty coos at his daughter.
"baby," she says, and she looks around the room as if the baby is already there. "play baby?"
"no darling, a real baby!" matty says.
"the baby isn't here yet, but they will be soon and you'll have a friend to play with!"
"wow!" gigi says. "baby now!"
"no baba you have to wait."
"baby now!" gigi says, starting to get upset.
"why don't you play kitchen with me?" ross says, "we can play with the baby later?"
by the time eilidh arrives, gigi is a little bit older and understands a bit more. you and matty bring her to the hospital to meet the new baby, and take her on the way to pick up flowers and a congrats card which she scribbles on under you and matty's names.
she toddles into the hospital room and throws herself at ross, as usual, and he scoops her up into his big arms and says, "ready to meet your new best friend?" he says, and then leans her over eilidh's crib where she is sleeping. gigi puts her hands over her mouth in shock, which makes them all laugh.
"there's the baby!" she says. she looks at ross' missus who is sitting on the edge of the bed. she was used to seeing her pregnant, and stares at her flatter stomach. "no baby?" she asks, pointing at her.
"baby's here, gi!" ross says, laughing. "she's come out."
"when?"
"last night baba, while you were sleeping."
she peers over at the baby again, grins at everyone around the room and then shoves her head shyly into ross' shoulder.
"it's eilidh," ross says.
"eilidh," gigi repeats.
"see even she can say it," ross' missus quips at matty who rolls his eyes and says "that's because she can't read yet."
"that's your best friend!" ross says to gigi.
"you're my best friend," gigi says to ross, snuggling into his shoulder. everyone laughs again.
but soon, little eilidh and gigi are playing together constantly, under everyone's feet in the studio, napping in the tour bus all cuddled up, colouring in the boy's tattoos with felt tips, riding on their dad's shoulders next to each other holding hands. it doesn't take long for gigi's answer to change when you ask her, "who is your best friend?" to "eilidh," she says, "eilidh is my best friend"
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just had this thought of omg what if someone at manc n2 had read my fics? that’s crazy.
#ross macdonald#the 1975#1975 band#fanfic#matty healy#adam hann#george daniel#matty the 1975#asks#teacher ross#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald fanfiction#ross macdonald fic#ross macdonald imagine#ross macdonald fluff#ross macdonald fanfic#ross macdonald blurb#ross macdonald x you#dad!ross
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Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows background portrait and hospital poster sketches.
#spooky month#spooky month 6: hollow sorrows#progress and process#skid#lila#susie wonder#pump's mum#pump's dad#ross#jaune
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#candy dealer#bob velseb#frank spooky month#dad spooky month#jaune spooky month#jack spooky month#rick hedony#rick spooky month#dexter spooky month#ross spooky month#roy spooky month#ignacio spooky month#robert spooky month#lila spooky month#blaz spooky month#kevin spooky month#leon spooky month#spooky month#spooky month fanart#expression meme
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MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT
‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️
THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM
also eepy lila
while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)
is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????
so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure
ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!
also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well
"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY
HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN
theyre so me
DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!
"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. ��️👁️
DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all
poor little babies and their lack of parents
ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭
THE FUCK.
pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol
RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!
HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH
he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH
also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3
HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!
"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em
ik hes a shady guy but STILL
GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT
also i made this gif myself yall better like it
aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.
like son like mother i guess 💀
love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA
also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???
one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......
(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)
"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!
also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺
IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️
#spooky month#sr pelo spooky month#spooky month spoilers#skid#pump#skid and pump#lila spooky month#lila#fat thief#thin thief#kevin#kevin spooky month#dexter erotoph#radford#radford spooky month#father gregor#frank#frank spooky month#jaune#ross's dad#ross's dad spooky month#ignacio#hatzgang#roy spooky month#ross spooky month#robert spooky month#roy#ross#robert
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I hate to be the one to say it but why are they so nibble nibble nom nom?
#squishy talks#spooky month#lila spooky month#dexter erotoph#father gregor#radford spooky month#kevin spooky month#june spooky month#mayor evermore#mayor evermore’s assistant (I think)#Ross’s dad spooky month#jack spooky month#john spooky month#spooky month ignacio
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A bunch of doodles Pelo made to answer questions from the discord
#spooky month#dumbassminecraft ramblez#spooky month sr pelo#sr pelo#spooky month pump#spooky month skid#spooky month lila#spooky month roy#spooky month robert#spooky month ross#spooky month kevin#spooky month rick#spooky month streber#spooky month jaune#spooky month john#spooky month jack#spooky month susie#spooky month radford#skids dad#spooky month skids dad#spooky month patty#spooky month carmen#spooky month dexter#spooky month happy fella#spooky month hatzgang#hatzgang#discord
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black cat (dad!ross x reader fluff)
day 28 of promptober, the penultimate fic for me, and the return of dad!ross in fic form!! i like this one a lot. basically... you come home from work, and there's a cat in your gaff. cute! hope you enjoy <3
the first thing you see when you get home is your three year old son sat on the stairs by himself. keir is engrossed in one of the little thomas the tank engine picture books he loves so much, so engrossed that he doesn't even register the door opening, or the rush of cold air into the house that follows.
only when he hears the door close does keir look up. his little face lights up when he sees you, and he slowly sit-shuffles down, a stair at a time, before running to you and wrapping his entire little body around your leg. "hi mummy."
"hi baby," you lean down (with more difficulty than you'd care to admit) and kiss your son's head, shrugging your jacket off as you do. "how are you?"
"sleepy."
"me too, sweetheart," you hang your jacket on the coat stand. "you want up?"
keir nods, raising his arms. with a bit of effort, you scoop him up into your own - it's not that he's too heavy to lift, he's just so long-limbed (a trait he did not inherit from you) that manoeuvring him always takes a second. but it's worth it for the way he snuggles into you and faffs about with the string on your - well, ross's - hoodie.
speaking of ross - "where's dad, keir?"
"kitchen," comes the response, muffled by your jumper. "with eils."
"oh, ok. let's go and find them, yeah?"
keir nods sleepily into your neck, cuddling into you as you wander through the house. the incredibly tidy house, far neater than it was when you left this morning. there isn't a stray piece of lego anywhere, for once, and the carpets, you notice as you pad over them in your socks, have all been vacuumed to perfection. even the mess of blankets on the sofas have been folded - that never happens.
hmmmmm. interesting.
"what did you get up to today, then, baby? did you go to the park?" you nudge keir slightly when you see his eyelids fluttering closed. he's only just gotten past the napping phase, and you and ross are determined not to let him slip back into it.
your son brightens up immediately, and you know exactly what he's about to say. "yeah! me and dad played football. eilidh did cartwheels."
"who won the game?"
keir smiles smugly. "me."
"that's my boy!" you kiss his cheek.
he giggles. it makes your heart happy. "what did you do today, mummy? was your day good?"
oh, bless him. "it was, baby, thank you," you smile. "went to do some planning for when dad goes back to work. saw your auntie - she told me to give you a big hug from her, by the way - and cuddled lyla for a while."
"is the new baby here yet?"
"no, not yet. he will be soon, though."
(imminently, most likely - your friend is extremely, extremely pregnant. like, to the point that you were genuinely concerned about her leaving the house to hang out in a café with you. but she insisted, with an "i had to get out of there. matty's driving me up the fucking wall"; a statement you have also personally related to in life.)
keir hums. "and then he can play football with me."
"well, he won't be able to, for a while," you giggle, lightly poking your son's stomach. "he needs to learn how to walk first, remember."
"oh, yeah," he nods seriously. "maybe we can still get him a kit, though? just so he's ready?"
"i think your auntie and uncle will probably want to buy him his first one, but i'll ask them," you make a mental note to text after dinner. "sound good?"
keir nods again. he smiles, eyes crinkling really cutely, as you kiss his head and continue towards the kitchen. you can smell garlic and herbs and something rich that you can't quite name, wafting through the house quite deliciously; your stomach rumbles at the smell, but your eyes narrow. clean house, dinner on… ross is up to something.
as you near the kitchen, you can hear ross and eilidh whispering to each other through the half-open door. it's difficult to make out what exactly they're saying, over the sound of something bubbling on the stovetop, but they both sound fairly animated.
their backs come into view when you slowly nudge the door open with your hip, and find the two of them standing in front of the sink, bunned heads looking down at something in the basin. that image only lasts a split second, mind you; as soon as they hear the creak of the door (ross didn't fix that today like he's been promising to do for a week, apparently), the two of them spin round to face you so quickly that eilidh nearly falls off her ikea kids stepstool.
her eyes are wide, but ross smiles sweetly at you. "hi, my love. didn't hear you come in. you must've been really quiet."
to the untrained eye and ear, ross would seem completely unfazed right now. but to you, the person who knows him best in the world, his smile is slightly too fixed to be natural, and there's a tiny tremor to his voice… he's freaking out about something. what?
before you can question, though, keir speaks. "yeah, dad, she was quiet. i didn't notice she was there. and then the door closed and i knew."
"keir!" eilidh wails. "you were meant to notice! that was your job! you were on mummy lookout, stupid!"
"eilidh macdonald! don't be so rude to your brother!" you say sternly, at the same time keir buries his head in your neck, and ross turns to your five year old and just raises his eyebrows. it's quite impressive how quickly he can shut anyone up with that look - even you aren't immune, and that's saying something.
your eldest looks at her dad, then you, then at keir and his quivering lip, then at the floor. "sorry. please don't cry, keir, i didn't really mean it."
too late. you can feel both hot tears hitting off your bare neck and your son's shoulders rising and falling as he sniffles. ross nudges eilidh forward, and you don't miss the way he steps to the side so the sink is blocked from your line of vision; she tentatively puts a hand on her brother's arm and speaks. "really didn't mean what i said, keir, i'm really really sorry. please can we be friends again?"
keir turns to look at her with an expression of complete and utter betrayal. "you promise you didn't mean it?"
eilidh nods sincerely.
"'kay," keir sniffles. "but i get to tell mum the secret."
"deal."
"tell mum what secret?" you question, eyes flicking to meet your husband's. "has it got something to do with the suddenly very tidy house, and the dinner you're currently making? which, off topic, smells incredible. but yes. i would like to know what's going on."
"oh, you noticed the living room. nice," ross says, his face indicating the opposite.
"ross, babe, why are you freaking out?"
"i'm not! well - ok, fine," your husband sighs. "kids, you need to take over. it's better if it comes from you. you're cuter."
"aha! you are trying to butter me up," you point at ross, who just shrugs, and then look at keir. "ok, baby, tell me the secret."
"know how i said we went to the park and me and dad played football and i won and eilidh did cartwheels?"
you bite back a laugh. god, your little boy really is just so adorable. "yeah…"
"and when we were walking back home there was a cat."
he stops there. you wait for a beat and then talk. "ok…?"
ross interjects, hands on eilidh's shoulders to stop her from jumping in. "and what did the cat do, mate?"
keir has to think for a second; he grins when the penny drops. "oh! it followed us home."
the penny is also beginning its descent to the ground for you, now. "a cat followed you home…"
"...and now it's in the sink," keir finishes the sentence for you.
for fuck's sake.
"ross, can i talk to you in the hall for a second?" with great effort, you keep your voice steady, despite the fact you're screaming on the inside.
your husband sees that, though, of course he does. gulping almost imperceptibly, he nods. "kids, keep an eye on our guest, yeah? hands off, though. and no touching the cooker either."
"ok, dad," eilidh kindly runs to get her brother's stepstool and put it next to her own. "keir, come and see!"
you put your son down, and he runs to join his sister. she wraps her arm around his shoulders, and you allow yourself a second of smiling at how cute they are before you pull ross through the doorway and let your anger take over.
as soon as he closes the door behind him, you let rip. "you let our children bring an alley cat into my house?! just picked up a random creature off the street and brought it in? what if it's feral? or it has fleas? the last thing we need right now is it scratching someone's eye out. or an infestation, my god. wait, what if it's already got a home, and you've just stolen someone's pet? jesus christ, we could be criminals! i can't believe this. i need to sit down."
"love…" ross begins, tugging you into him in lieu of you sliding down the wall onto the parquet floor. something about the familiarity of his arms and aftershave enveloping you makes you teary, and he patiently rubs your back.
"what are we going to tell the kids?" you sniffle into ross's chest, not unlike the way your son was sniffling into your neck a moment ago. "when it turns out we can't keep it because it needs to be sheltered or it already lives somewhere else? they'll be distraught, babe! i can't do that to our babies."
ross unwraps his arms from your waist. your lips start to tremble as soon as he lets go, but you're appeased when he cups your face in his big hands instead. "listen to me, my love. please," he says firmly, but not unkindly. "d'you really think i'm daft enough to let our kids bring home a cat that i thought would ever hurt them, or you, or me?"
"no, but-"
"and don't you think i've checked with the neighbours to see if anyone's missing a cat? because i have. even spoke to scary margaret."
you giggle. "is she as terrifying up close?"
"worse. don't wanna talk about it," ross smiles, and you get the sense that everything will be alright. "popped into the vet on the corner to get our new friend checked, too. no microchip, no fleas - and i gave it a bath, too, just in case, did the fairy liquid trick and everything…"
"how the fuck did you know about that trick?"
ross sighs. "tiktok, but, love, it's really alright," he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. "it's just… a random nice cat, who really likes our kids."
"you're sure?" you ask, still giggling sporadically at the way he defeatedly admitted to watching cat care tiktoks.
"positive."
"alright," another thought crosses your mind; you squint suspiciously at ross. "and what about the tidying, and the dinner? were you genuinely trying to butter me up?"
ross's cheeks go pink. it's adorable. "a little bit…"
"i knew it!"
"...but we also thought that it would be nice for the cat to see its new home in the best circumstances."
you loop your arms around the back of your husband's neck, grinning. "you're so sure i'll approve of this new addition to the household?"
"once the two of you finally meet, yeah," ross pecks your lips. "come on, love. before the dinner gets burnt and the kids start crying again."
shaking your head as you huff out a laugh, you take ross's hand and lead him back into the kitchen. he immediately heads towards the cooker, while you lean against the doorframe for a moment to watch eilidh and keir watch their new friend, still obscured from your line of sight. in spite of your inhibitions towards the whole situation, your babies' joy is undeniable, and you feel a proper fuzzy sense of love looking at them.
keir looks over his shoulder, beaming; dear god, he really is just ross's mini-me. "mummy, come and meet him!"
"him?" you raise your eyebrows as you pad over slowly. "you know he's a him?"
"we saw when we were washing him," eilidh doesn't look up from the sink, too fixated on her new furry friend. "well, me and keir didn't. but dad says he's a boy."
you look briefly over at ross, who nods in confirmation, before patting your daughter's head. "well, i guess we're outnumbered, bean. you cool with that?"
eilidh nods. "he's so cute i don't care. look, mum!"
you do as requested, and your jaw drops. lying half-wrapped in a soft old baby towel you had no idea you still had, sat in the belfast sink, is the cutest little kitten you think you've ever seen; almost pure black, with a tiny little white patch of fur on the top of its head and the biggest green eyes you know you've ever seen on a cat. it looks fairly healthy, if slightly on the thinner side, and content to be in the warmth of your kitchen and be gawked at by your kids.
experimentally, you rest your hand just so on the rim of the sink, so your fingers almost dangle down; the cat stretches and stands, then wanders over to you and gently nuzzles into the digits. he purrs as he does, and any and all reservations you had about keeping him dissipate completely.
"hi, darling," you coo, gently picking the cat up and cradling him. he lets you do so with absolutely no resistance, purring the whole time as you scratch at his stomach. "oh, you're just the loveliest, aren't you? would you like to stay here with us? yeah? we would like that too - wouldn't we, kids?"
eilidh and keir answer in hushed tones, taking it in turns to carefully pet their new friend. ross wanders over, smiling, and kisses your head. "guess we'll need to name him now, yeah?"
you nod. "what do you think, kids?"
"salem," eilidh answers immediately.
ross squints. "have you been watching sabrina the teenage witch?"
"yeah."
"i mean, great show, but where, baby?" you ask.
"at lyla's."
"oh, ok," ross nods, then leans down to whisper in your ear. "how upset d'you reckon matty'll be when i tell him he's been replaced as eilidh's favourite?"
"oof," you wince. "heartbroken. anyway," you shift your attention back to the kids. "what's your choice, keir?"
your youngest ponders for a moment, looking intently at the cat. "he kinda looks like toothless. maybe that?"
ross pouts, like the cuteness is too much for him. "he does look like toothless the dragon! that's better than my choice, keir - i was going to say guinness, because of his head."
you scoff - typical ross - while eilidh's brow furrows. "i don't get it."
"and that's why we shouldn't call him that," you say, stroking the cat's little head. "we can have a think during dinner and decide later. i'll hang onto him; i think i need to get to know him better before i make any name choices."
ross smirks. "alright, love."
true to your word, the cat genuinely does not leave you the whole night, except to take food and water breaks - you continue to hold him while ross dishes up the pasta he made, he naps as you eat dinner, and he curls up contentedly on your lap as you watch tv with a cuppa later in the evening.
and yet… you still can't think of a name for him. the process of coming up with one becomes so tortuous that you have to text the friend you saw earlier in the day:
you: hi babe, hope you're having a good night! would either you or matty be able to drop off that baby-name book i loaned you tomorrow? i unexpectedly need it back lol x
bff: WHAT
bff: of course i'll drop it off but OMFG ARE YOU PREGNANT AGAIN
you: omg haha no
you: sorry i kinda implied that didn't i x
another text interrupts your convo:
shortarse: fucksake can you not stress us out like that please
shortarse: she genuinely got so excited about the thought of another baby macdonald that i honestly thought she was going to go into labour
shortarse: tf do you need the book for then
you: came home to find ross and the kids had brought home a cat lol
shortarse: fuck off
shortarse: send pics
shortarse: wait no ew that sounds weird nvm
shortarse: can we come over and meet it lol
you: drop the book off tomorrow and i'll consider it
you: also keir wants to buy the baby a football kit lol can we? nufc obv
shortarse: sound
shortarse: aww i love that kid
shortarse: of course he can get a kit
shortarse: also my girl says you should have another baby and it can be best friends with our baby lol
shortarse: i mean it's not like our kids won't be best friends anyway
shortarse: but you get the point
shortarse: i think it would be cute tbh
shortarse: anyway i'm off to go and calm her down before our son makes his debut appearance on the carpet
shortarse: byeeeeeeee we love you all we'll see you tomorrow
you: we love you too!
chuckling, you click your phone off and throw it to the side of the couch. ross lifts his head from your chest as you do. "what are you giggling at, love?"
"i just asked if someone from the healy household could drop the baby-name book off, because i genuinely have no idea what to name our new friend…"
"...and they thought we were having another baby?" ross smiles, kissing your cheek.
"there was so much excitement that the new baby almost made an appearance, apparently," you smile as ross throws his head back laughing. "but i explained that you and the kids had been adopted by a cat…"
"...and matty insisted on dropping the book off tomorrow so he could meet it?"
"god, you're good at this game. he did, after asking me to, and i quote, send pics. of the cat, obv," you shake your head. "i was spared a pussy pics joke, thankfully."
ross snorts. "well, he has got baby brain."
"i'll say. he and the missus tried to convince me that us having a third kid would be cute."
your husband smiles, softly caressing the sleeping cat and trailing his hand up your arm. "well, i wouldn't be opposed to it."
"really?" you gently turn his head so he's looking at you - there's not a shred of insincerity in those lovely eyes of his. "you're not just saying that to further fulfil your dream of shagging a milf?"
"no, love," ross giggles, and your heart skips a beat. "i'm just saying, i wouldn't mind having another baby with you. but i think we should probably at least name the fluffy one on your lap first."
"yeah. and sort out litter trays and all that," you scratch the cat between the ears, and savour the purring that he emits. it's a perfect little domestic tableau you've got going on, what with you snuggled into ross with the cat asleep on your lap, and eilidh and keir sat on the floor against ross's legs, happily watching bluey; a baby would slot in perfectly. "i'm up for it too, though. i love our family. i love you. and i think we should at least consider a third kid."
"i love you too," ross leans in to kiss you sweetly. "fourth, though."
"hmm?"
"the cat. our third kid. a baby would be the fourth."
you smile. "i suppose you're right. ok, let's give our third kid some time to settle in and get used to the house - which, by the way, i expect to be this tidy all the time from now on - and then we'll discuss a fourth. sound good?"
ross kisses you again. "sounds great."
#mads muses#mads does writing#dad!ross#promptober75#ross macdonald fanfiction#ross macdonald fanfic#ross macdonald fic#ross macdonald fluff#ross macdonald x reader#ross x reader
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i meant cozy making dinner at home/movie night blurb with ross my bad 😭😭😭 still love matty tho lmao (now that i think about it can we make it dad!ross too 👀)
aaah lol got you!! i love writing dad ross very much 🥹
april is always a little ball of excitement—even at almost three years old, she wants to know everything! from “why can’t i eat the ball from the avocavo, daddy?” to “can i help?” even when she barely reaches his knees and is strictly not allowed near an open flame.
you, at 10 weeks pregnant, dread stepping foot into the kitchen at the risk of angering the tiny fetus inside you who has not stopped making you throw up every single item of food they do not like. (the list is long)
and ross happily takes care of it all, one hand holding april’s as he stirs the stew with another and answers her endless questions without faltering.
you can’t exactly see them—what with your reluctance to go near food smells—but you can hear her babbling away, mispronouncing words and using some big ones (albeit incorrectly) that she’s no doubt learned from her uncle matty. you decide to pick a film instead.
the little mermaid is the obvious choice considering your daughter’s newfound obsession with the ocean and her self-declared wish to become a “sea expert” when she grows up but there’s also coco, which you’ve cried over multiple times both before and after april’s arrival. you even remember the day when she declared that uncle matty should sing poco loco at the next show. today, however, you do not trust pregnancy hormones enough to put that on.
“picked a film yet?” ross calls from the kitchen and you frown.
“not yet, can you send april here?”
there’s some shuffling, and then the sound of you baby toddling over to you. the second she sees her picks on the screen, her eyes go round and she lets out an extended oooohh.
“feel like watching any of these?” you laugh at her and then make room as she climbs onto your lap.
at this stage, there’s still space on your lap for her to snuggle in but ross has told her endlessly to be careful around you now. (“we can’t let mummy get hurt okay? you and me, we have to take care of her.” which makes your heart melt every time.) so even when she wiggles around, she’s careful not to do it too much.
“ooh, ooh,” she claps her hands, “can we watch daddy’s show? please please!”
now you know what she means by this. every once in a while she begs and begs to watch the msg recording, singing along to whatever songs she can with broken lyrics that she doesn’t fully know yet. if ross is home, he lifts her up in his arms and dances with her, singing the songs to her in a soft voice and changing any not safe for children lyrics at the last minute in a way that makes you laugh every time.
from the kitchen ross cheers. “yeah! that’s my girl.”
and so you relent, quickly finding it and putting it on amidst the sound of your husband and daughter cheering.
“right!” ross appears dramatically from the kitchen, food in hand and right in time for the claps and cheers on screen to echo around the room.
he grins. “my biggest fan! learn a thing or two from her,” he teases much to your indignation. but then he sets the plates aside and bends down to kiss her and just like that all of it is melted away leaving you a pile of mush.
while april puts on her own show, singing and dancing along to the songs on tv, ross makes his way to sit next to you. the food on the plate actually does look really fucking nice, and for the first time in days you feel the urge to eat properly.
“keep this down for me, will you? i don’t like seeing you so uncomfortable.”
the concern in his voice is heartwarming, and your bottom lip starts to wobble at the thought of how sweet he’s been to you so far.
“your baby thinks the food looks good,” you joke, “i might even go for seconds.”
the palm of his hand rests flat against your stomach, caressing the bump that’s barely even there at this point but he’s attached to it just as he was the first time with april.
“good,” he smiles, “just wanna see both my girls happy.”
#asks#blurb requests#the 1975#ross macdonald#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald fluff#ross macdonald blurb#dad!ross
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Favourite genre of fanfics is Found Family: Accidental Dad Edition
#.ranting like a madwoman#accidental dad acquisition#accidental family acquisition#accidental child acquisition#fanfic writing#fanfiction#ao3#peter parker#spider man#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#iron dad#irondad#iron man#tony stark#pepper potts#tony stark and peter parker#peter parker and tony stark#harvey specter#harvey specter and mike ross#mike ross#suits tv#suits#marvel#marvel movies#curious george#anakin star wars#anakin skywalker#anakin and ahsoka#star wars ahsoka
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YIPPIE SM DBH AU POSTER💥💥💥
#sketch#art#spooky month#spooky month fanart#spooky month streber#spooky month robert#spooky month bob#spooky month kevin#spooky month lila#spooky month jaune#spooky month john#spooky month jack#spooky month patty#spooky month skid#spooky month skids dad#spooky monyh pump#spooky month frank#spooky month roy#spooky month ross#spooky month rick#spooky month radford#spooky month au#spooky month art#sm dbh au
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So me and @toomuchracket combined her Ross universe with my Matty one and made Gigi and Eilidh lil besties and we can’t cope.
Read Happiness here <3
#ruins#ruins behind the scenes#matty healy x reader#matty healy x you#ross mcdonald#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald x reader#dad!matty#dad!ross#instagram imagine
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gingerbread house - matty healy x reader
christmas prompt courtesy of @abiiors ♡
festive dad!matty
cw: fluff, f!reader, slight nsfw at the start, pregnancy announcement, just wholesome dad matty <3
wc: 1.6k
- december 12th 2021 -
matty dips his finger in the bowl of icing, smearing a dot of it on your nose with a giggle before you can protest. 'fuck off,' you laugh, pulling away and grabbing ahold of his wrists before he can do it again. 'oh, sorry, you have someth-' he reaches towards your face again playfully, before giving up and throwing his hands up in surrender as you duck away from him, wiping the white blob off your nose. both of you are in fits of giggles again, buzzing with pure love for each other.
'don't let me distract you darling, this gingerbread house isn't gonna make itself,' he adds, turning his attention back towards the slabs of biscuit on the counter.
he then realises his finger is still coated in icing. he stands there looking down at his hand, contemplating his next move for barely a second before you reach over and take it in yours, wrapping your lips around his index finger and swirling your tongue around the sugar coated tip. his jaw hangs open as you stare at him with siren eyes the whole time, sucking on the digit that's pressing down on your tongue. he lets out a low groan, biting his lip when you release it with a pop and go back to work as if nothing happened. 'fucking christ,' he mutters to himself, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief as he tries to focus on the biscuits again.
you can see him out of the corner of your eye busying himself with something else aside from the house; alternating between different coloured icing tubes and guarding his mini creation away from your view. he looks focused, the same concentrated expression he has when he's writing down lyrics or guitar melodies in his studio. 'what are you doing? looks like there's more dilly dallying and less construction work going on over there, healy,' you grin, never taking your eyes off the little sugary jellies that you're placing ever so carefully along the top of the slanted roof.
'oneee second.... bam'. the colourful tubes clatter onto the table and he spins around to face you holding two little decorated gingerbread men. one of them has peaks of black icing on its head for hair, along with thick stripes of white and black vaguely representing a shirt and trousers. the other is in a messy black dress, three curved stripes on either side for your hair and bright dots that match your eye colour surprisingly well.
'us!!' you exclaim, instantly forgetting the task at hand and clapping your hands together in excitement. 'us!!' he repeats, his face breaking out into a grin at your reaction. 'i'll put them right here outside the door, look! it's like they're holding hands,' he says, gesturing excitedly towards his creations.
an idea springs to mind and you put it to action before you have time to think. it's daunting, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little terrified of his potential reaction, but it has to be done. you pick up a red jelly tot and place it on the plate between the two figures. your heart races as you do it, knowing what's about to come of the seemingly insignificant act. you'd only been keeping this secret from him for a few days, but waiting for the perfect moment to tell him felt excruciating.
'that's our little baby,' you say in a half-joking tone, looking up at him tentatively. 'pff, yeah, some day,' he replies obliviously, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 'matty...' your voice comes out as little more than a whisper, trailing off into nothing. he pulls away and you turn to look at him. he looks confused but grips onto your arms reassuringly nonetheless. 'what's wrong darling?' he asks, voice laced with concern. 'what if i said... that some day is coming soon...' you can nearly see the cogs turning in his head as he stares at you blankly, trying to figure out what you mean. his eyes widen as you take his hands and cautiously place them on either side of your belly. 'really!?' he whisper-shouts, leaning down to you. you shakily nod your head, biting your lip and smiling nervously.
'i'm pregnant, matty' you reply.
- december 12th 2023 -
bing crosby's white christmas floats through the air from the radio as you sit at the kitchen table with matty and your 18 month old daughter, harper. you'd been having a bad day earlier until matty went out with harper, returning an hour later with a gingerbread house kit and a bottle of wine to cheer you up.
your heart melted at the gesture, especially at the fact he remembered and pointed out that it was two years to the day since you were sat in the same place and you'd told him the most important thing you'd ever had to tell him. from that day onwards he'd been nothing but supportive and loving, always there to help in any way he could and you were so eternally grateful.
'last time we made one of these i was only finding out harper was in mummy's belly wasn't i?' he says, bouncing her up and down on his leg. 'you were, and mummy was bricking it over what daddy was gonna say!' you reply, both of you laughing. casual conversations usually turn out like this nowadays, with you and matty talking to each other but directing every sentence at your daughter, as if she'll suddenly be able to answer.
she reaches up and makes grabby hands at the gingerbread biscuits spread out on the table. 'you wanna get up and help?' she lets out a little happy scream and starts wiggling as you pick her up from matty's lap and put her sitting on the table in front of you, moving up against her back so she doesn't fall. she's instantly drawn to the bright colours of the sweets and icing, smacking her tiny hands on whatever she can reach.
she's fascinated, scooching around on the table and bouncing excitedly when you reach around her to open the bag of powdered icing. you pour it into the bowl of water that matty had set down earlier and she immediately grabs at the powder, making it erupt in a white cloud that covers herself and the table. 'woah, easy on the icing there baby,' you say. her big brown eyes sparkle in the reflection of the christmas lights as she falls down with laughter, making the two of you melt.
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the festive playlist drones on in the background mainly unnoticed, but as soon as jingle bell rock plays you and matty's eyes light up. it's your favourite song this time of year, especially now you get to share it with harper. you take hold of her arms and dance with her, making her giggle as you move them around to the beat. matty laughs, taking his phone out to take pictures of the two of you, covered in icing sugar and having the time of your lives.
~
the decorated gingerbread house sits in the middle of the table like a trophy, but the three of you are exhausted after spending all evening on it. 'would you mind putting her to bed while i clean up?' you ask, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. 'course, love' he replies, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before making his way over to where she's now sitting in her high chair.
he unclips the chair and picks her up, cooing at her softly. 'time for bed munchkin,' he says, kissing her head and getting her settled in his arms, her sleepy head lulling over his shoulder. you smile to yourself as he disappears upstairs, footsteps barely audible as he does his best not to disturb her.
after what feels like ages, you finish up the dishes, throw the towel back over the cupboard handle and make your way upstairs to the bathroom. as you reach the top of the stairs, you hear a gentle voice coming from harper's bedroom. the door is wide open, the only light being the warm yellow of the lamp on the landing flooding through the doorway and the soft pink glow of her flower shaped night light. you peek your head into the room to see matty perched on the little stool by the open side of her cot, book in hand. '..and then, a magical cloud appeared over the snowman..'
harper is lying tucked in under her favourite blanky and surrounded by plushies as he reads to her. her eyes are gently fluttering shut, although she's clearly trying to stay awake, gazing up at her dad in awe through yawns. you tiptoe over as quietly as possible. matty's eyes flick up towards you and he smiles before returning to the story. you stand listening to him, wondering how you got so lucky.
after a few moments you lean down over her and gently place a kiss on the top of her head. 'goodnight angel' you whisper, rubbing her soft cheek with the back of your hand before stepping back and letting matty finish the book. she's fully asleep by now, so he mutters a little 'blablabla, the end. goodnight munchkin'. he leans down and places a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, making sure she's fully tucked in and covered before making his way back to you. 'fancy a bit of that wine?' he asks, closing the door over and stepping into the landing. 'ugh, you know me too well', you reply, kissing him before moving towards the stairs.
if you could have it your way you'd exist forever in that room, where you finally feel safe and truly comfortable. you and matty's little safe haven, forever <3
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