I mean, do I really have to say how I feel about The Tortured Poets Department? that’s my brand, quite literally. would anyone be mad if I made ross one shots with their titles? do they hit too close to home? like, fresh out the slammer just has my head overflowing with ideas.
I'm going to answer a few asks that have been sat in my inbox for a while to get my into the swing of writing again, feel free to send any thoughts or requests or literally just anything you would like to read <3
Beer pong with Ross would be so bloody cute. I'm picturing that you're already in a relationship, maybe you're back at Matty's after a night out, a celebration of some sorts. The drinks are flowing, the music is great, you've somehow ended up in a pair of pyjama bottoms and your going out top (courtesy of Gab and the fact you kept complaining about how itchy your skirt was). George finds the old beer pong set you used to get out every week in your uni house, and it sends a ripple of nostalgia and fondness around the room, so much so that it's hastily set up and chairs are pulled away from the dining table.
"Do you remember how good you were at this?" Ross mumbles against your cheek, arms around your waist and thumbs rubbing at the exposed skin at your hip. His soft laughs rumble against you and you shake your head at his sarcasm. You were, in fact, not very good at beer pong, and memories of the boys taking the piss out of you were fresh in your mind as if they happened yesterday.
"Come on, y/n/n, you're up first!" Matty raises his eyebrows at you and you groan, taking the ball from him and facing Gab, both of you giggling at the way the boys are so into it. You turn to glance at Ross and he tilts his head at you, lips pulled inwards and the corners tilted upwards. In his head, all he can think about is how cute you look, hair a mess and pjs on and the straps of the top falling down your shoulders, every so often pulled up by clumsy hands.
You actually play really well, and when you finally get the ball into the last cup and win the game, there's cheers like you've just won Olympic gold. You're giggly and six shots drunker, and the way Ross scoops you off your feet like you're celebrating something major makes you laugh out loud. It's essentially just very wholesome, giggles and drunken kisses, and you jokingly showing him how to improve his beer pong technique when it comes to his turn.
I'm sat at my desk with a stanley cup full of iced tea, tumblr open on my laptop and taylor swift playing through my headphones. the creative juices are flowing i feel like i'm about to write my magnum opus.
signing their t-shirts when they leave at the end of year 11. maybe they’re on a trip and he needs to do the register, hasn’t got anything to lean on, you offer and he laughs when you turn your back to him, giggling like a child the whole time. just so bloody cute.
harry is a hopeless romantic who has probably watched the notebook one too many times and can only write about love in the most overwhelming intoxicating taking over your life way. like if camille never broke up with him and said 'lets get married and have a family and leave all this shit behind' he's spent two album cycles and a crazy amount of demos saying he would've done just that. which is equally heartbreaking & heartwarming! to be so in love that you’d drop everything for them and vice versa is 🥲🥲🥲
If you had of told me a year ago ross would be the 1975 with the most pda in their relationship I would’ve LAUGHED in your face, but I’m so here for it
im so glad youre back my love that was so so good!!! you have such a talent and your characterisation is amazing you awe me every time!!
oh my goodness this is the sweetest thing ever! you’re too kind, thank you so much <3 hopefully I’ll be able to maintain a good work/life balance, so I hope I can post more 🫶
thank you SO much 😭 I’m not going to lie, I definitely had the Fear about posting after not writing for ages, but all of the love has been so overwhelming and lovely. thank you so so so so much <333