#tays fluff

[macsangel]

STILL YOURS

tays

Streaming with the December 10 boys was supposed to be chill.

You weren’t even meant to be fully on camera — just sat beside Tays, knees tucked under you on his chair, wearing one of his hoodies that practically swallowed you. But chat kept asking for you, and eventually he just sighed and adjusted the camera slightly.

“Fine,” he muttered, trying to act unbothered. “There. Happy?”

The boys immediately clocked you.

“Ohhh so this is the girlfriend.”

You smiled shyly. “Hi.”

“She’s way too pretty for you, mate.”

Tays huffed quietly, rolling his eyes, but you could feel the way his hand instinctively rested on your thigh. Not claiming. Just grounding. Like he needed the reassurance.

“Stop, that’s so sweet,” you laughed softly when one of them complimented you again.

Tays’ jaw tightened just a little.

“Sweet?” he repeated, glancing at you.

“What? They’re being nice.”

“They’re flirting.”

You blinked innocently. “Am I not allowed to be called pretty?”

The boys ooohed dramatically.

Tays leaned closer to his mic. “You are. Just not by them.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the softness in his tone. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t harsh. It was just… protective. Like he didn’t want to share something that felt special.

One of the boys teased, “You deserve better, Y/N.”

You smiled gently. “I’m good where I am, thanks.”

Tays went quiet at that.

He didn’t say anything for a second — just looked at you. Really looked at you. And his hand slid from your thigh to lace your fingers together instead.

The teasing kept going.

“She’s calling us cute.”

“Yeah, she said I’m sweet.”

You laughed lightly. “You are sweet.”

Tays squeezed your hand tighter.

“Am I sweet?” he asked quietly, not into the mic — just to you.

You turned to him immediately. “You’re the sweetest.”

He tried to hide the way that affected him, but you saw it — the little flicker in his eyes, the way his shoulders relaxed.

The boys kept pushing, but now he wasn’t annoyed. He just gently pulled you sideways so you were half on his lap, one arm wrapping around your waist.

“Alright,” he said calmly, “compliment her all you want. She’s still coming to bed with me.”

You gasped softly, smacking his chest while laughing. “Tays!”

The boys shouted in fake outrage.

But he didn’t look at them. He looked at you.

And the jealousy wasn’t sharp anymore. It was soft. It was quiet. It was the way his thumb stroked over your knuckles absentmindedly. The way he rested his chin against your shoulder like he just wanted you closer.

“You don’t actually mind, do you?” you whispered.

He shook his head slightly.

“I just… don’t like sharing you,” he admitted. “Even as a joke.”

Your heart melted.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured.

He nodded once, like that was all he needed.

The rest of the stream, he didn’t interrupt the boys. Didn’t argue. He just kept you tucked into his side, occasionally pressing a kiss into your hair when he thought chat wouldn’t notice.

And every time someone flirted, you’d just smile and lean into him a little more.

Because everyone could joke.

But you were his.

And he was yours.

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i’m slowly getting through all my reqs 🥴🥴

all my love cordelia

[macsangel]

MY TEACHER

tays mcr

The classroom was a mess — desks slightly crooked, papers scattered across the floor, a whiteboard half-covered in diagrams Tays had clearly made up as he went along. You stood beside him, clipboard in hand, trying to act like the “professional support staff” that Tays insisted the video needed.

Tays stood at the front, pointer in hand, tie slightly crooked but blazer buttoned perfectly. He cleared his throat and gestured dramatically.

“Right, class,” he began, “today you’re going to learn the most important lesson of all: how to survive Tays’ School of Excellence.”

You suppressed a laugh. Even in fake teacher mode, he looked ridiculous—but somehow terrifyingly confident. You handed out worksheets, pretended to check imaginary attendance, and whispered little tips when Tays got carried away with his dramatic gestures.

And then, of course, there was Jenson.

Your boyfriend, Tays’ younger brother, had decided that the very second Tays started lecturing, the only appropriate response was constant teasing and ridiculous commentary.

“Excuse me, Miss?” Jenson said, leaning far too close over a desk, completely ignoring the fact that you were obviously there to “help the class.”

“Yes, Jenson?” You replied, trying to keep a straight face.

“I seem to have misplaced my… motivation,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Or maybe my dignity. Can you help me find it?”

You rolled your eyes, handing him a pencil. “Detention. For dramatic flair.”

He grinned. “Can it be extra credit?”

Tays, pointer raised mid-lecture, groaned. “BROTHER. Do not distract my support staff!”

Jenson ignored him entirely. “I think I’m learning more from her than you anyway.”

You tried to focus on the worksheets, quietly nudging Tays when he got carried away with a wild gesture that almost knocked over a chair. Meanwhile, Jenson kept finding new ways to comment — leaning close, pretending to need your help, brushing a hand against yours “accidentally,” whispering ridiculous things like, “I think you’re making this way too hard for the other students.”

Tays dramatically spun on him. “I swear, if you don’t behave, I will assign you extra homework, brother!”

Jenson laughed quietly, unfazed. “I’ll take it if she helps me.”

You couldn’t stop the soft chuckle escaping your lips. Tays caught it and gave you a look somewhere between exasperated and proud.

By the time the video ended, you were exhausted. Tays had wandered around, pointed dramatically at imaginary rule-breakers, and somehow managed to keep Jenson under control — mostly. Jenson, of course, was the only one commenting on everything and teasing you relentlessly.

⸻

Later, back at your flat, the chaos had finally subsided. You curled up on the couch, exhausted, blanket draped over your legs. Tays sat beside you, still muttering about how “perfectly executed” his lesson had been.

Jenson, ever the opportunist, immediately flopped down next to you and, before you knew it, had fully melted into your side. His head tucked into the crook of your arm, arms lazily draped across your waist, and soft, even snores escaping. He was out cold, completely cuddled up, like a little human pillow.

Tays quietly watched, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’d seen Jenson push boundaries, joke around, and mess with you countless times—but right now, seeing him so relaxed, so at home leaning into you, made something inside Tays swell. Jenson trusted you. He was comfortable. And Tays… he couldn’t help but feel a little warm pride bubble up. His brother, his whole world, was happy here.

“Oh my god,” Tays whispered, pulling out his phone and crouching quietly to snap pictures. “Look at him. He spent the whole lesson making comments and now he’s… just… asleep on you like that.”

You smiled, gently adjusting Jenson so he could settle more comfortably. Tays crouched a little closer, whispering, almost to himself, “You’re the only person who can do this… who he actually lets… he trusts you.”

Jenson twitched slightly in his sleep, murmuring something about homework, but didn’t wake. You ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay,” you said softly.

Tays crouched lower, still snapping photos, but his smile softened. “I don’t say it enough… but I’m happy he’s got you. He’s… he’s really comfortable with you, and it’s… nice to see. Makes me… I dunno, proud.”

You glanced at him, catching the rare tenderness in his expression. “He’s safe with me, Mikey. You raised him well.”

Tays chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… he’s my world. Always will be. But seeing him this happy… this relaxed… with you? It’s… good. Really good.”

For the next hour, you watched a movie together. Tays quietly snapped more pictures and videos, whispering jokes every few minutes about Jenson’s ridiculous sleeping position, but his tone was softer, almost protective. Jenson stayed fully curled into your side, oblivious, and you couldn’t stop smiling at how at peace he looked.

Finally, Tays leaned back, still smiling quietly, watching the two of you. “You two… absolute chaos together,” he whispered, “but also… really nice. Really soft. Really perfect.”

You laughed quietly, resting your head against the couch. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Tays said, shrugging, “but… I’m secretly happy. Happy that he’s this comfortable with you. He… he trusts you. He’s my whole world, and seeing him like this? It’s… everything.”

this is sooooo different to the video but it was just easier to write like this to be honest

i hope you enjoy

all my love cordelia

[macsangel]

HERE FOR YOU , tays mcr

wc . 850 in which . reader stays up through nights overthinking, and mikey helps her.

warnings : mentions of anxiety and overthinking xx

authors note . lmk if you guys like it in like ‘she’ or ‘you’

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it started with little things.

the first night, mikey woke up because something felt off.

reader was still beside him.

she hadn’t gone anywhere.

but she wasn’t asleep.

his eyes barely opened as he looked over at her.

she was staring at the ceiling.

one hand lazily tangled in his curls.

not enough to wake him.

just enough to keep herself occupied.

“reader…” he mumbled.

her fingers stopped moving.

“hm?”

“you okay?”

“yeah.”

silence.

“go back to sleep, mikey.”

too tired to argue, he buried his face back into the pillow and drifted off

the second night, he woke up again.

this time the bed beside him was empty.

immediately, he sat up.

moonlight spilled through the room.

reader was curled up on the window seat.

just staring outside.

not looking at anything in particular.

just staring.

“reader?”

she jumped slightly.

“oh.”

mikey rubbed his eyes.

“what are you doing?”

“couldn’t sleep.”

he glanced at the clock.

“it’s half three.”

“i know.”

“come back to bed.”

“in a minute.”

he watched her for a moment.

something wasn’t right.

she looked exhausted.

but eventually he just sighed and laid back down.

“you’re weird.”

that got a tiny laugh out of her.

“goodnight, mikey.”

the third night was worse.

because this time, when mikey woke up, he could hear her crying.

not loudly.

not dramatically.

just quiet little sniffles.

the sort people make when they’re trying not to cry.

his stomach dropped.

he sat up immediately.

“reader?”

the crying stopped.

too quickly.

which told him everything.

she was sitting by the window again.

her face turned away from him.

“love.”

“i’m fine.”

“you’re crying.”

“i’m not.”

“reader.”

she wiped at her eyes.

“it’s nothing.”

mikey got out of bed and crossed the room.

when he crouched in front of her, she refused to look at him.

that hurt more than the tears.

because reader always looked at him.

always.

even when she was upset.

he gently took her hands.

they were freezing.

“talk to me.”

“there’s nothing to talk about.”

“you’ve not slept properly in nearly a week.”

she stayed quiet.

“you keep staring at ceilings.”

silence.

“you keep sitting by windows.”

more silence.

“and now you’re crying.”

her lip trembled.

“i don’t know why i’m crying.”

that made him pause.

because she sounded genuinely frustrated.

genuinely confused.

like she hated it as much as he did.

“what do you mean?”

reader finally looked at him.

her eyes were glassy.

red.

tired.

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

his heart broke.

immediately.

completely.

“hey.”

“i’m serious.”

a tear rolled down her cheek.

“nothing’s happened.”

“okay.”

“nobody’s upset me.”

“okay.”

“everything’s fine.”

another tear.

“so why can’t i stop thinking?”

mikey stayed quiet.

letting her speak.

because he had a feeling she’d been holding this in for days.

“i go to sleep and my brain just won’t shut up.”

her voice cracked.

“i keep thinking about everything.”

“like what?”

“everything.”

she laughed shakily.

“stuff that happened years ago.”

“stuff that might happen.”

“stuff that probably won’t happen.”

“whether everyone’s secretly mad at me.”

“whether i’m annoying.”

“whether i’ve done something wrong.”

mikey’s chest tightened.

“and i know it’s stupid.”

“it’s not stupid.”

“it is.”

she wiped her eyes.

“because none of it’s real.”

“it feels real.”

that made her finally look at him.

properly.

and mikey knew he’d figured it out.

she wasn’t upset.

she wasn’t hiding something.

she wasn’t angry.

she was anxious.

so anxious she’d exhausted herself.

and she didn’t even realise it.

“come here.”

before she could argue, he gently pulled her into his lap.

reader immediately buried her face in his neck.

like she’d been waiting all week for someone to do that.

his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“you don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”

she sniffled.

“but—”

“nope.”

“mikey—”

“not happening.”

she let out a weak laugh.

“you’re so annoying.”

“and yet here you are.”

reader rolled her eyes despite herself.

he pressed a kiss into her hair.

“you’re allowed to have bad weeks.”

“even if nothing happened.”

“you’re allowed to be overwhelmed.”

another kiss.

“you’re allowed to be anxious.”

another.

“and you’re definitely allowed to wake me up.”

“i didn’t want to.”

“well that’s tough.”

that earned a proper laugh.

a tiny one.

but a real one.

“because if you’re awake crying by yourself while i’ve been snoring away like a dead man, i’m gonna be offended.”

“offended?”

“deeply.”

reader shook her head.

“idiot.”

“your idiot.”

“unfortunately.”

“rude.”

he felt her smile against his shoulder.

finally.

after days.

and when he carried her back to bed that night, he didn’t let go.

not once.

reader ended up tucked against his chest with his arms wrapped around her.

every time she shifted, every time her breathing changed, every time she started disappearing back into her thoughts—

his hand would find her hair.

his thumb would stroke her shoulder.

and half asleep he’d mumble,

“you’re okay, reader.”

and somehow, hearing it from him made it feel true.

for the first time all week, she fell asleep before the sun came up.

with mikey holding her so close she could hear his heartbeat.

steady.

certain.

there.

[macsangel]

PART OR YOUR WORLD 2

tays mcr

You were nervous — properly nervous.

Not because you didn’t trust Mikey.

But because introducing him to your boys felt huge.

And your twins were only four.

They were sitting on the rug when Mikey walked in, both of them playing with toy cars and completely unaware of how important this moment was.

The second they heard the door, they both looked up.

Curious.

Silent.

Watching.

Mikey noticed instantly.

He softened straight away — like something in his chest just shifted.

“Hey,” he said gently, crouching down so he was closer to their level. “You two must be the bosses around here.”

One of the boys tilted his head.

“…Mum said we’re not bosses.”

Mikey glanced at you.

“See? She’s already teaching them humility.”

The other twin stared at him for a few seconds before asking the question straight out:

“Are you Mum’s friend?”

Your stomach flipped.

Mikey smiled gently.

“I’m more than her friend,” he said softly. “I’m her boyfriend.”

The words sounded steady.

Normal.

Safe.

The boys processed that slowly.

Then — without hesitation — one of them shoved a toy car toward Mikey.

“Race?”

Mikey blinked.

Then grinned.

“Ohhh. You think you can beat me?”

They immediately scrambled into position on the floor.

You watched as Mikey got fully invested — dramatically counting them down like it was the most important race of his life.

“Three… two… ONE!”

Toy cars crashed into each other.

One twin immediately started laughing when his car flipped.

“Mine fell!”

Mikey gasped dramatically.

“Illegal move. The track cheated.”

The boys were giggling now — proper belly laughs.

And Mikey didn’t hold back.

He let them win.

He exaggerated losing.

He made big dramatic sound effects when their cars “won.”

He matched their energy perfectly.

At one point, one of the boys climbed over and sat right next to him — completely unafraid.

Mikey instinctively rested a hand gently on the kid’s back so he didn’t fall.

It wasn’t forced.

It just happened.

Later, when one twin got a little shy and quietly asked,

“Are you staying?”

The question caught you off guard.

Mikey’s expression changed.

He didn’t laugh it off.

He didn’t make a joke.

He looked at the boy properly.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I want to stay.”

The little boy nodded like that answer made sense.

Then — completely naturally — he leaned against Mikey’s side and just stayed there.

Mikey froze for half a second.

Then carefully adjusted so the kid was comfortable.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst watching it.

Because it wasn’t awkward.

It wasn’t uncomfortable.

It wasn’t forced.

It felt like he already belonged there.

Later that night, both boys were half-asleep — one curled up with a toy still in his hand.

Mikey looked over at you quietly.

“They’re perfect,” he whispered.

You smiled.

“So are you with them.”

And when one of the boys mumbled Mikey’s name in his sleep — like he already trusted it —

Mikey’s face went soft all over again.

Like he knew right then…

He was in.

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awh this is cute

this was requested

all my love cordelia

[macsangel]

PART OF YOUR WORLD

tays mcr

Tays hadn’t meant to start overthinking.

It just… started happening.

You’d be mid-date — laughing, hands linked across the table — and your phone would buzz.

And every single time, your expression would change.

Not guilty. Not exactly.

Just tense.

“I need to take this,” you’d say softly.

You’d step outside.

Or into another room.

Or you’d suddenly have to leave.

At first, he brushed it off.

You’d only been together a couple of months. It was new. He didn’t want to be the jealous guy. Didn’t want to seem insecure.

But it kept happening.

Movie nights cut short.

Late-night drives interrupted.

Mornings where you’d wake up beside him, check your phone, and be gone within ten minutes.

And you never explained.

“I just… have stuff going on,” you’d say.

Stuff.

It started eating at him.

He hated the feeling in his chest — that tight, hot twist every time your screen lit up. He told himself he trusted you.

But trust was harder when he didn’t know what he was trusting.

One evening, it happened again.

You were curled up on his sofa, head resting against his shoulder, when your phone rang. You glanced at it and stood up instantly.

“I have to go,” you said, already grabbing your coat.

“Again?” The word slipped out before he could stop it.

You froze.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you ever say.”

You turned slowly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself more than you. “It means you’re always leaving. You’re always hiding your phone. And I’m just meant to be okay with it?”

Your face fell — not angry. Hurt.

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

Silence.

The worst kind.

He felt his stomach drop. “Is there someone else?”

Your eyes widened immediately. “What? No.”

“Because it feels like there is,” he admitted, voice cracking slightly despite trying to stay calm. “It feels like I’m fitting in between… whatever else you’ve got.”

You looked torn.

And that made it worse.

“I didn’t want to tell you like this,” you whispered.

“Tell me what?”

Your phone buzzed again in your hand.

You swallowed. “I have to pick them up.”

“Them?”

You closed your eyes for a second, like you were bracing yourself.

“I have kids.”

Everything in him went still.

“…What?”

“I have twins,” you said quietly. “They’re three.”

The room felt silent in a completely different way now.

Not suspicious.

Just stunned.

“I didn’t tell you because…” you shook your head. “Because it’s new. Us. And I didn’t want you to feel trapped. Or run.”

He stared at you.

You weren’t guilty.

You were scared.

“All those calls…” he said slowly.

“Are from my mum or the nursery,” you nodded. “If something happens, I have to go. I can’t not go.”

And suddenly every moment replayed in his head.

The tension.

The urgency.

The way you’d apologise like you’d done something wrong.

“You thought I was cheating?” you asked softly.

He felt awful.

“I didn’t know what to think,” he admitted. “You wouldn’t let me in.”

“I didn’t know if you’d stay.”

That hit him harder than anything else.

He stepped closer carefully, like you might break.

“You thought I’d leave because you’re a mum?”

“It’s a lot,” you shrugged weakly. “Not everyone signs up for that.”

He exhaled slowly.

“Do they know about me?” he asked.

You hesitated. “They know there’s someone who makes me smile at my phone.”

That did something to him.

“They’re my whole world,” you continued. “If that scares you, I understand. I just didn’t want you to feel like you were second.”

He reached for your hand.

“I don’t feel second,” he said quietly. “I felt… shut out.”

Your eyes filled slightly.

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked instead of assuming.”

Your phone buzzed again.

You looked down at it anxiously.

“Go,” he said gently.

You blinked. “What?”

“Go pick them up.”

You hesitated. “Are you—”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly this time.

You searched his face for any hint of doubt.

There wasn’t any.

“Can I meet them?” he asked softly.

You froze.

“Not now,” he added quickly. “When you’re ready. I just… I want to understand your world. All of it.”

Your composure cracked then. Just a little.

“They’re loud,” you sniffed with a tiny laugh. “And chaotic.”

He smiled faintly. “I hang out with idiots for a living. I’ll survive.”

You stepped forward and hugged him — properly hugged him. Like you’d been holding back this entire part of yourself.

He held you tighter.

Not jealous anymore.

Just protective in a completely different way.

“Next time your phone rings,” he murmured into your hair, “I won’t think the worst.”

“And next time,” you replied softly, “I won’t make you feel like you’re not part of it.”

It wasn’t perfect.

It wasn’t simple.

But it was honest.

And somehow that felt stronger than whatever he’d been scared of before.

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all i could think of when writing this was ‘i’m a mommy … mamicita’ ☺️☺️

took me every thing not to say that tbh

all my love cordelia