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wiinterrose​:

         things hang in uneasy balance for a moment, matty glaring up at him, the glass of water still suspended between them and feeling like more than just a glass of water. matty gives quicker than he expects with ducking eyes that makes it difficult to possibly glean what’s turning behind beautiful irises. usually it’s him that gives in first : always the first to cave, the first to forgive, the first to try to avoid an argument ( maybe in some ways, that’d been the problem — too eager to PLEASE ). matty takes the glass and mikey doesn’t know if this feels more like victory or defeat — perhaps neither, it just is. his eyes linger on the movement of the adam’s apple bobbing in matty’s throat before he forces himself to look away, only to look back again a moment later at his petulant question. this feels harder than anything he’s done, each emotional step tested out carefully in fear of taking the wrong one ( but he doesn’t even know where he’s going, where they’re going and that makes this near impossible ).

         the still unopened package of oreos is dropped unceremoniously into matty’s lap and after a moment of hesitation, mikey settles down on the couch beside him, not too close but probably not as far away as he should either. truth is even the opposite end of the cushions probably wouldn’t be enough space to dampen the potency of matty’s presence, to quiet the urge to drag him into his lap and keep him there until they passed out in a mess of limbs at odd angles. he toys with his own hands in his lap to them something to do, tongue passing over his lips again.     “ try not to get any crumbs on the couch, ”     is what he mumbles out finally, so far off base from the half dozen other sentences colliding around in his head.

         his gaze skims matty’s profile before falling to that stupid blue packaging that gives too much away, in his opinion. ( he’s thinking too hard, over complicating things that should be so simple — matty had felt so simple, so right once ; he still does, and mikey knows he has no right to feel like that anymore ). they’re just fucking oreos, but just their presence when mikey doesn’t even like them a quarter thpe way matty does feels just as damning as the way he hadn’t even hesitated when he saw matty passed out at the back of that bar ; he hopes matty is still too sloshed to really question the convient presence of his favorite craving. he leans forward again to retrieve the remote from the table and flick the tv on, volume levels turned down to a low buzz that fills in the aching silences that stretch between them ( and makes it harder for his head to slot in distracting thoughts — but not impossible ).     “ matty — ”     there he goes looking at him again, watching the light and shadow from the screen play across his face. he wants to trace the lines there, wonders if his hands remember as much as his heart.

          the weight of the container falling onto his lap isn’t anywhere near enough to hurt matty --- not physically , at least . emotionally ? that’s a different story . somehow , it stings . the oreos being dropped rather carelessly feels familiar . it’s caught him off - guard . but not nearly as off - guard as he’d been when mikey had put a pin in their final argument with that question . do you want to break up ? it’s like he can still hear it reverberating off the walls even now . suddenly , he’s lost his appetite , cookies remaining completely untouched in his lap . eyes don’t follow mikey as he moves to sit down on the sofa , choosing to stare blankly at the wall instead . it’s all he can do . if he meets those chocolate brown eyes , matty knows he’ll succumb to his emotions , and they’re all moving so erratically in his head that he doesn’t even know what that’ll look like . he can’t pinpoint a feeling to focus on until mikey speaks up again with a passive comment , and then the jagged spikes of anger are pricking his skin . that’s always been the most vivid emotion to him . he can’t quite place what exactly he’s mad at , so he takes it out on the stupid blue package , finally making a move to grab it , but only so he could toss it onto the coffee table haphazardly .           what he really wants is to just tuck himself between mikey’s arms , press all the way into his space , and just lay there . but that’s something that’s off - limits now , and it’s only frustrating him more . why is this all so difficult ? it’s confusing , and it’s tiring , and matt just wants his head to stop spinning . now he’s wishing he wouldn’t have indulged in so much booze . he leans forwards , making a move to unzip his boot ( maybe he misses the first try , but that’s nobody’s business ) . after intense focus , he’s finally kicking his shoes off , pulling his legs up onto the sofa , and leaning in the opposite direction of the curly - haired boy that sits beside him . arms are wrapped around his own torso , but they’re nowhere near as comforting as mikey’s own . thinking back to how it’d felt only a couple of minutes ago outside that cab to be fully engulfed in his embrace once again ... this pales in comparison .          the sound of mikey’s voice floods his ears , but he doesn’t make any move to indicate that he’s heard him , just continues to lean up against the arm of the couch , staring forward without a word . the wobbly camerawork of whatever’s on the television screen is starting to make him nauseous though , gaze finally tearing away to meet mikey’s . his expression’s disgruntled at first --- brows furrowed , corners of his lips curved downwards . but the longer he looks at him , the more his features are softening . he’s desperately searching his eyes for something --- anything --- to ground him and let him know that he’s not crazy for feeling this way . without even realizing it , he’d stopped leaning away . there’s this urge to be close to him that matty can’t deny . his torso’s just starting to tilt towards mikey’s before he stops , remembering that he shouldn’t . you can see the sadness that flashes across his features --- he can’t mask it as quickly as he can when he’s sober . letting his back hit the couch once more , a hand combs up to push back his hair ( to no avail --- the curls tumble over his forehead again as soon as his hand’s brought down ) .  “ what ? ”  the word escapes him with a small sigh ; he’s not sure if he even wants to hear mikey’s response .

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wiinterrose·:

         mikey smiles. he can’t help it, more reflex than anything as he watches matty declare his desire for oreos — it’s like for a moment everything shifts to fall perfectly ( like nothing happened, like they’re still walking the same line side by side ). it passes soon enough, leaving a bitter taste in mikey’s mouth and a bitter twist in his heart. matty’s literally at arm’s distance away from him, but it feels so much further than that — and maybe he can admit that it felt like further than that even before he’d dropped that dreaded question and matty walked out on him. the smile wanes quickly enough, gaze dropping to the floor between them because looking directly at matty feels like looking at the sun ; even if matty’s always been the moon to him.

         " alright — “     mikey says finally, he’s not smiling anymore but there’s something SOFT lingering in his eyes, that will probably linger in his eyes for eternity every time he looks at matty even if this is as much as he gets anymore. tongue wets his lips once, a nervous tick as he meets matty’s unsteady gaze again.     ” i’ll see what i can do. just — “     make yourself at home.     he breaks off before he says the turn of phrase but he feels the words burning on his tongue, hot enough to choke on. they want to be free and mikey wants to say them, and he wants them to be TRUE. he wants to wake up in the middle of the night to matty asleep on his chest, to stumble out of their bedroom to find him in the kitchen singing to himself, to crowd his space on the couch, to have him bring the world into sharp focus around him because these past few months have felt so damn muddied. he WANTS—

         he makes some jerky and vague gesture at the couch, not trusting himself to speak before he’s retreating a dozen or so steps to his kitchen. his back is to matty as he rustles around in his cabinets, but he still feels his presence with every molecule of his body. he doesn’t even know what he’s looking for until he finds it : a container of double stuffed oreos tucked behind his boxes of pasta, the packaging still fully sealed and untouched — likely an instinctive purchase at the grocery store he hadn’t realized until he’d gottan back to his apartment and pulled it out of the bag. the blue foil crinkles under his fingers as he pulls it out, this stupid physical reminder of what his subconsciousness craves, staring at it like it’s wronged him. it’s pathetic, is what it is. he returns to matty with a glass of water too, almost forcefully shoving the glass at him, the oreos hold carefully behind him.     ” — you drink this FIRST. “

          exhaustion had hit him like a fucking semi - truck almost as soon as he’d plopped down on the couch . matty hadn’t realized he was this tired --- too pumped up on the adrenaline kick he got from just from being around mikey . his head’s lulling back onto the sofa , practically sinking into the cushions . a part of him wants to be swallowed whole by the piece of furniture . that feels like it’d be easier to handle than having to look mikey in the eye again . there’s too many emotions that come with meeting those chocolate brown eyes ; sober matty couldn’t handle it , so drunk matty’s at a complete loss . the only thing that’s clear to him is that he wants mikey as close as he could get him . he feels better when he’s around , even if it elicits an ache somewhere deep in his chest .            hearing his footsteps approaching has matt lifting his head back up , hand moving to rub at his eyes . brows pinch at the glass of water being thrust towards him . didn’t he just say that he didn’t want water ?  ( no , seriously . he said that , right ? he’s already forgotten ) .  eyes drift upwards from the cup to meet mikey’s gaze when he tells him what to do , teeth digging into his lesser lip , breaking eye - contact for a moment to give him a once - over . he’s going to be difficult because , well , he’s matty , and difficult might as well be his middle name .  “ give me the oreos . ”  eyes narrow a bit , a challenging expression written on his features . he’s always been more stubborn than mikey , and a few months apart wouldn’t change that .            against his better judgement , matty’s chosen to take an fighting stance over something as frivolous as a container of cookies . although , it could definitely be argued that matty had no ‘ better judgement ’ when it came to things like this . he’s always this way : hardheaded , ready to fight , unwilling to compromise . mikey had been the only person that could wane his high - strung disposition down , but even then , it still managed to rear its ugly head . and maybe that’s what had truly led to their demise . the realization cuts through matty’s psyche clear enough that it hurts , once - unwavering stare dropping to the ground .  “  --- okay , fine . ”  he mutters , no further argument needed than the one that just went on inside his own head . this is hard for him , and he can’t pinpoint why or how to make it easier . hand extends to take the glass of water from mikey’s hands , looking anywhere but him as he finishes it off , lifting up the empty glass . he’s tired of this look , then look away , but still , his gaze is finally dragging up to meet mikey’s once more . glossed - over eyes linger on mikey’s features , bottom lip jutting out in the slightest pout .  “ now ? ”

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wiinterrose·:

         maybe if they’d talked about it THEN, they’d have a better idea of what they owe each other now — but they didn’t, letting silence stretch between them so long that it eventually sounded like enough of an answer. but mikey hadn’t wanted silence to be his answer, the solution, the reason : not then, not NOW. it only still lingers as an unwanted answer because he made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t PUSH, pushing is the reason they ended up here, on opposite sides instead of next to each other where they belong ( or that could just be the prettiest lie he tells himself now ). he still believes that now, matty’s body leaching heat from him, his thumb idly brushing circles into the dip just above matty’s hip.          ( thank you — ).          mikey doesn’t know what to say to that, caught in the depths of matty’s eyes. he could read them so EASILY, once ; maybe he still can, but the translation is muddied with things like emotion — it’s easy just to see what he wants. ( but what if just maybe it’s not his imagination ?? ).

         he pulls his gaze away without an answer, believing that anything he says will feel like an overstep now. silence : an answer yet again. but he has matty solidly in his grasp still, and after a moment, reaches up to grab matty’s wrist again at his request. not perfectly what matty requested, but the angle is awkward and mikey’s slowly coming back down to REALITY the closer they get to his apartment — a mixture of both the last of the alcohol making it out of his system and the torturous MEMORY of what happened last time they were both within those walls. mikey’s never been one to dwell on the past, but that’s all he seems to have been doing the past couple months, replaying that night over and over and over in his waking hours and SLUMBERING ones — and sometimes worse came the dreams where he didn’t push matty away and he didn’t leave only to wake up alone and remember that he had. there’s a bitter irony to this, to them returning TOGETHER now.

         he has to drop his hand from matty’s wrist once they get to his door, fumbling for a moment in his pocket to retrieve his key and unlock the door. a moment later, a second to carefully guide matty over the raised threshold and they are finally inside, the door swinging closed with a quiet click to trap them between the physical walls of their own world and not just the ones in their minds. it’s only when they’re lingering in his living room, the darkened kitchen visible thanks to an OPEN layout, that mikey realizes just how LITTLE of a plan he had ( how UNPREPARED he had been to see matty within this space again, even drunk out of mind and only partially mentally present ). it takes an extreme force of will to pull away from matty, one hand still lingering on his shoulder ( for support, obviously ).     “ can i — ”     his throat feels so dry. he swallows and tries again.     “ can i get you anything ?? — water ?? ”

          that’s not what he wants , and he’s quick to let mikey know that with a small huff of displeasure . he doesn’t care if the angle’s impossible , or if they shouldn’t given the circumstances --- matt just wants to be as close to him as possible . he wants the tender touches and their fingers laced together . it’s always been that way with mikey --- close isn’t close enough , and that still hasn’t changed ( not to drunk matty , at least ) . but he can’t quite put those feelings into words . not any words he dares to utter now . even inebriated , there’s a part of him that knows he’s not supposed to say things like that to him anymore . so he settles for a frown , a hand around his wrist , and a dull ache in his chest instead .            standing in mikey’s apartment makes him feel at home and so startlingly out - of - place at the same time . it’s not supposed to be like this . the rapid fluctuation of his emotions is starting to make his head hurt . eyes roam slowly over the space , drinking up every single memory that his fuzzy mind can recall . all of them HURT --- even the happy ones . because they can’t go back ... right ? people don’t just break up for no reason . it’s better this way , even if it doesn’t really feel like it ( that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself of the past few months anyways ) . gaze finally comes back around to meet mikey’s , studying his features as intently as he could with bleary vision . he loves him , and he’s beginning to realize that that’s never going to go away . matty hopes he forgets it come morning . it’ll hurt less that way .             mikey’s inquiry has him pulling a little face , nose scrunching up in distaste . he doesn’t want water ( but he should definitely have a glass if he wants to even attempt at lessening the hangover he’s going to have tomorrow ) . despite the fact that he’s still teetering on his feet , matt thinks he’d rather have another round .  “ ---- oreos . ”  he blurts out , pointing a finger in mikey’s direction , as if he’d made a valid point . it’s not too much of an outlandish response , given the fact that he’s still drunk off his ass , and the fact that he’s matt . they’re his favorite snack , after all .  “ i want oreos . ”  he repeats once again , maybe a little more coherently .  “ the double stuf ones though . i only want those ones . ”  ... and then he’s beginning to slur his words together again , finger still pointing in mikey’s direction , really emphasizing how strongly he felt about his choice in cookies .  “ water’s for fuckin’ losers . ”  unnecessary , but a nice touch .

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heavenspalm·:

         — -  soft  brown  hues  shimmered  gently  as  their  attention  turned  back  to  someone  they  would  casually  call  their  brother,  feeling  close  enough  to  him  that  they  were  basically  family  at  this  point.  made  sense  in  their  head,  of  course.    ❛    lucky  for  me  —  US  !    ❜      pearly  whites  peeked  out  from  behind  overly  glossed  lips.  a  manicured  hand  coming  to  grab  at  a  carved  jaw,  bea’s  fingers  squeezing  the  boy’s  soft  cheeks  together.      ❛      that’s  what  we  should  be  AIMING  for,  sweet  thing  !    ❜     their  hand  practically  glued  to  the  boy’s  face,  they  paused,  gasping  softly.  cue  the  dramatics  !        ❛   ‘ sucker  punch  reads  thirst  tweets… ’  sounds  a  video  waiting  to  happen  to  me.    ❜

          bea’s peppy outburst has him raising his eyebrows , and the way she cradles his jaw has him scrunching up his nose . if it were anyone else , he’d be protesting right now , but he stays put , squished cheeks and all , looking at his friend with a vaguely amused gaze .  “ is it really though ? i don’t think i need to read any more comments of people telling me to choke them . ”  it’s kinda hard to talk with his lips pouted out like this , but he carries on anyways ,  “ sounds like fucking hell , actually . sitting down in front of a camera and fishing out a slip of paper , to read aloud that someone tweeted ‘ i would let matthew glass father every single egg in my nonexistent uterus ’ is not my idea of fun , if i’m being honest --- and yea , that’s a real tweet that i read with my own eyes . it’s been haunting me for days . ”

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wiinterrose·:

         " definitely less than FIVE, i swear, but okay, okay — “     matty has a point, as he normally does. mikey forgets sometimes in the euphoria that is gently falling snow that not everyone is impervious to cold, including his boyfriend. at least he does sound pretty sheepish about it.      ” tell you what — “     his gaze roams the street to make sure it’s empty ( it is, some sluggish side street more apartments then stores ), before he’s pulling matty closer under pretense of warmth, though the truth is he always wants matty closer to him ; some days, it’s a minor miracle that they’ve never been CAUGHT ( paying off cabbies for backseat antics definitely doesn’t count ). a soft smile, apologetic around the edges, lights up his face before he’s leaning forward, lips brushing gently across the bridge of matty’s nose,     ” i’ll call us an uber for the way back, BUT — “     he’s already pulling away to strip off his own sweatshirt, leaving him in a well fitted flannel that clings in all the right places,     ” — until then, you take this and attempt to not turn into an ice block. “     he holds the mass of fabric out to him with raised brows. even he’s on the side of slightly uncomfortable without the extra layer of fabric, but matty looks far more worse for wear then he does — and let’s be honest, he’d do anything for matty, especially if you consider this is lowkey his own fault.

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        i’m already an ice block , is what he wants to argue , but mikey’s chivalrous gesture practically makes him melt , gaze softening . “ but i don’t want you to get cold . ”  he’s still reaching out to grab a hold of the sweater anyways , thumbing over the thick fabric . it would make him a whole lot warmer ... a slight frown tugs on the corners of his lips , brows pinching together as he takes the coat from mikey’s hands .  “ --- tell me if you get too cold , and i’ll give it back , okay ? ”  matty means that , only breaking eye contact to slip the jacket on . mitten - clad hand reaches out to rest on mikey’s chest , a quick glance up and back down the street to ensure that they were alone , and he’s leaning forward to peck his lips .  “ thank you . ”  he all but hums out , palm lingering on the other’s torso for a little while longer .  “ my hero . ”  words accompanied by a soft laugh , tone dripping in light - hearted sarcasm . he doesn’t try to bite back his smiles anymore --- not around mikey --- but the small grin that adorns his features is still delicate . finally , he pulls away , but his other hand it soon reaching up and out , the strap of the camera bag dangling from his fingers . matty had shrugged it off his shoulder while he was layering up ,  “ you can still carry the camera though , since you’re being such a gentleman already . ”

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*  \  𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦  ⥋  ???

grey : i ordered some led lights for the " aesthetic "

grey : they came broken .

grey : i fucking hate it here , dude .

* 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 : and what aesthetic is that?

* 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 : because ur giving me 'tiktok star who can't act his age' rn

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heavenspalm·:

bea  parker.    ↬     open.   probably  somewhere  cliche  (  coffee  shop, park,  bus  stop  ).  noon  to  early  afternoon. 

           ❛     — -    you  know,     ❜     bea  began,  much  faster  than  ANYONE  could’ve  anticipated.       ❛      i  recently  went  through  my  mentions  and  someone  told  me  they  wanted  me  to  shove  my  drumstick  up   their…  well,  you  know.  and,  honestly,  i  didn’t  know  how  to  respond  so  i  replied  with  a  puppy  dog  eye  emoji  and  a  peace  sign.  what  impression  do  you  think  that  gives  off   ?     ❜     the  question  came  off  so  casually  even  if  the  content  of  what  it  was  deserved  to  be  labeled  under  not  safe  for  work. 

          matt damn near chokes on his tea when bea starts up , brow instantly pinching .  “ a drumstick ? i don’t think that would--- ”  he cuts himself off . he’s not going to finish that sentence . setting his cup down on the table , matt leans back in his seat , hands lifting to card through his hair .  “ i think that you should stop going through your mentions on twitter . ”  he lilts , rare half - smile tugging on one corner of his lips .  “ i feel like you definitely just opened the floodgates for more mentions like that . you’re really giving buzzfeed content for a ‘ reading thirsty tweets ’ episode some day . ”

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loumichaels·:

“what…it’s like you’ve never seen a person snort cocaine in a public bathroom before.” perhaps she was paranoid that their eyes were on her. not sure if it was a side effect of being high or the side effects of just surviving a brutal attack from the press and paparazzi. “so you gonna do a bump with me or are you just gonna stand there looking all annoyingly pretty?”

          “ fuck off . ‘m not even looking at you . ”  he quips , eyes glued to his phone screen . he’d came in here to escape the crowd outside , and now he’s left to weigh his options ---- stuck in here with her coked - out self , or stuck outside with about a dozen flashing cameras going off at any given moment . yea ... he thinks he’ll stay in here .  “ pass . public bathrooms are fuckin’ gross . at least get a snuff spoon so you’re not putting your face right next to that dirty ass counter . ”

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tessarichards·:

“Did you know that there’s actually a word for staring at people who are eating food in hopes that they will share with you? I mean, in retrospect, I get why it’s a clever idea but I can’t understand why anyone would stare when you could just…” Despite her focus being on the phone screen in front of her, Tessa reached out a hand in order to claim an item from their plate, her attention only lifting after she had popped it into her mouth and began chewing. Within seconds, hazel orbs had caught sight of the face and instantly widened, what started as a cocky grin twisting with horror as the brunette nearly choked, coughing in an attempt to clear her airway. “And holy shit, you are not who I thought you were. Please don’t call the cops, I promise I’m…well, I’m like relatively sane. I think people would vouch for that much…I hope. I’m rambling…sorry, that was…fuck, I’m so sorry. Let me buy you a new plate.”

          who was this chick , and why was she talking to him right now ? matt doesn’t even think this in a pretentious way --- matt just doesn’t like talking to people he doesn’t know , no matter who they were . and then she’s reaching out to steal a fry off of his plate , and he’s too gobsmacked at the bold action to even react to it at first , chocolate brown eyes trained on the femme now choking in what he guesses is surprise ? matt doesn’t know whether to be concerned or upset , or maybe a mixture of the two . all he knows is that he hates this , eyes narrowing a bit as she babbled on . it’d do her well to talk less , he thinks ( but he thinks that about pretty much everyone ) .  “ are you done ? ”  with coughing ? with rambling ? with both ?  “ want to take a sip of my fuckin’ water while we’re at it ? be my guest .”  tone comes across as bitter and cold , as it usually does , but he’s not actively trying to be mean ,  “ don’t want you to choke to death on a stolen french fry . ”

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ezvkiel·:

— “ HELLO  LOVE, ” zeke slid into his assigned seat at the large, rounded table. he was sat around the second row, after all he only had one nomination at the award ceremony and he wasn’t really expecting to win it. of course he still had to dress to impress and it seemed as though he wasn’t the only one that felt that way. “ looking  fresh,  is  that  gucci ? ”  

          award shows aren’t matt’s favorite thing in the world --- far from it , actually . he’s much more content with just staying home away from all the flashing cameras and bright lights . but this is just something that he has to deal with now ( fame was definitely a curse to him --- not a blessing ) . the rest of sucker punch had left to go mingle , leaving matt alone at the table to sip on a bubbling flute of champagne . eyes only lifting at the sound of a voice being directed towards him . expression a bit disgruntled at the sudden interruption from his thoughts and the pet name , but the furrow of his brow is softening once he actually makes eye contact with the other man .  “ i --- ”  he pauses , looking down at the haphazardly buttoned - up top that he’s wearing .  “ i don’t fuckin’ know . ”  he admits , shoulders lifting in a shrug ,  “ i just put on the clothes my stylist gives me . ”

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wiinterrose·:

                               —𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆: 𝘍𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘈𝘙𝘠 2020—

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @mattfm·

          “ c’mon, babe — i told you to wear a warmer coat. ”     mikey’s voice is still leaning more toward concerned than annoyed or amused though, his crunching footsteps in the snow halting as he twists around to see where matty’s fallen behind. he pauses, before the crunching picks up again and he’s headed back toward matty. once back at his side, a mitten-clad hand comes up to brush off snow that’s started to stick to chocolate curls before he’s drawing up the hood that’s fallen back around matty’s neck. the warmth that’s no doubt pooled in his own brown irises will do little in means of heat transfer, but his hands linger on matty’s shoulders, pulling a little on the strap that hangs over his shoulder.     “ we’re almost back — lemme carry the camera, at least. ”

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          “ and i told you that we should just take the car --- you know , the thing that would still get us from point a to point b and has a built - in heater ? ”  bitterness hangs heavily in his tone , but it’s not meant to instigate . that’s really just how he talks . his feet are dragging , dragging , dragging , until they come to a halt . he’s going to freeze to death out here --- he knows it . teeth grit together in an attempt to stop them from chattering ( to no avail ) .  “ i can’t feel my nose anymore . ”  but he’s still not going to admit that mikey might have been right in his suggestion earlier today . chocolate brown eyes stay glued on mikey’s face as he adjusts his hood for him , nose scrunching up a little . matty didn’t think they’d be out for this long , or he would’ve layered some more . now , all he has is the fleeting warmth of the blue university of toronto hoodie that he’d stolen from mikey’s closet . ( matty had really meant it that night when he said mikey wasn’t getting it back --- it was his favorite now too ) .  “ baby ... ”  he begins , eyebrows raised ever so slightly , bringing a hand up to rest over one of mikey’s ,  “ i love you , but you said that literally five minutes ago , so i think we have different ideas on what ‘almost’ means . care to elaborate on that ? is it another five minutes , or is it another ten of walking through the fucking tundra ? ” 

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* hello , hello , hello ! my name is dani and i am so excited to get things going !! i’m twenty , kickin’ it in pst , and use she/they pronouns . i’m also the admin that doesn’t know how to link things apparently DHSADHASH sorry bout that ... i am going to attempt to link you to matt’s intro though so let’s hope i don’t f*ck that up somehow ... right here you’ll find some background info as well as some tidbits about his personality and a bunch of headcanons because i don’t know when to shut up ! please like this if anything piques your interest , and i will come running to shower you in all the plots !

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*  new tags  !

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nikolaisx·:

nick : i  haven’t  been  that  fucked  up  in  so  long  i  forgot  what  that  shit  feels  like  ngl  lol nick : what  if  the  smoking  ruins  my  voice  bro  that’s  my  money  maker  😩 nick : you  are  such  a  bad  influence  man  haha  cheers !! hurry  your  ass  up  tho  i’m  hungry , then  we  can  fight  over  who  gets  the  aux  😗 🤪

*  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭  :  smoking  isn’t  gonna  ruin  ur  voice  dude  🙄  don’t  be  a  pussy   *  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭  :  think  i’m  gonna  take  my  sweet   ass  time  now  .  look  what  u’ve  done  .

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scbrinas·:

sabrina: amazing, i’m omw

sabrina: need me to pick up anything??

*  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭  :  bring  me  thai  food  and  i  won’t  kick  u  out  as  soon  as  it’s  9pm  🥺  promise  .