#matty's rocket

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@aachromaa​ replied to your post:  is it supposed to be a competition ???

“  no.  but  when  you  are  somebody  threatening  to  kill  people  in  plasma  for  their  crimes  against  pokémon  and  then  go  work  for  rocket  i  feel  that  defeats  the  point  in  being  angry.  ”   

[wreckedandpolemic]

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

(mdni) in which you discover your boyfriend’s dirty little secret and bring him to his knees. part of the white and gold universe. 3600 words.

warnings: daddy kink, praise, degradation, masturbation, sex toys, sub!matty, oral (f and m receiving)

Matty’s at work when you find it, tucked innocently away under his bed. You’re getting ready for your date and you drop an earring, sending it skittering into darkness. Groaning, you kneel, feeling blindly for it, and your hand bumps against a shoebox. Curious, you tug it into the light; it’s innocuous, plain black and not matching any of the shoes you know he owns, the tape loosely holding it shut practically inviting you to nose through its contents.

Peeling the lid off, you flush siren-red, staring down at the box in disbelief. Your boyfriend’s hidden sex toy collection sits in your lap, cock rings and vibrators and even a fucking fleshlight staring back up at you. Flustered, you shove the box back under the bed, filthy fantasies playing so vividly in your head that you can practically hear his sweet, syrupy moans as he fucks into the toy. He’d be flushed, sweating, taking out his frustrations on the plastic the way he uses you after a long day.

Head swimming, your thighs clench, kicking off your panties and collapsing back against the pillows. Your own collection of toys lives in one of Matty’s bedside drawers, and you retrieve one of your vibrators, pressing it intently to your clit. A buzz of sharp, delicious pleasure rockets up your spine, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you grind down against the toy. You don’t hear Matty until he announces his presence, too distracted by the liquid heat pooling between your thighs. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, and you jolt, heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you snap, bucking your hips and moaning theatrically. “C’mere.”

Matty laughs softly, slowly crossing the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds. “What’s got you all needy, darling?” Oh, if only he knew.

What’s left of your brainpower goes on holding your cards close to your chest. “Want you,” you murmur, and Matty clicks his tongue fondly, his hand covering yours at the base of the toy.

“Here, baby, let me,” he urges, leaning down to kiss you as your hand falls from between your legs to your side. He picks up a familiar rhythm, your vision blurring with pleasure as Matty rolls the toy over your swollen clit. “So, so pretty, baby,” he praises. “My gorgeous girl. Fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? Always so wet for your Daddy. Pretty little slut.”

You squirm, his words swirling together with the dizzying pleasure pulsing under your skin. “Only for you, Daddy,” you promise, pouting up at him until he kisses you again, slowly running the vibrator along your inner thigh as you tremble in anticipation. Matty dials the vibration up a notch, a scream tearing from your throat as he brings it back to your sensitive clit, intense pleasure-pain arcing up your spine.

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pounding in your ears as your heartbeat thrums in your cunt. “That’s right, pretty baby,” he smirks against your lips. “You’re all mine.” Breathing hard against Matty’s mouth, you writhe against the toy, desperate little whines slipping from your lips as your orgasm builds at the base of your spine. “Are you close, darling?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, head hazy. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum f’you,” you slur out, deliriated and almost drunk on his touch.

Matty clicks his tongue. “We have reservations, baby,” he smirks, pulling the vibrator away from your clit. The loss feels like a physical ache, your body thrashing in protest as Matty kisses you softly and pulls away, wandering off to clean the toy as your chest heaves. “Come on, darling,” he says, emerging from the bathroom and watching you trying to catch your breath. “We’re gonna be late.”

Seething and unsatisfied, you pick yourself up and dress for dinner. It is really lovely, a secluded table at one of your favourite restaurants, candlelight sparkling between you with Matty gazing adoringly over your food, but you can’t help the tightness in your limbs, your short responses. You mull over the events of the afternoon, your thoughts circling around that little box under his bed as a revenge plan forms in your mind.

And you never found that fucking earring.

The ice in your veins thaws the longer you scheme, trading in your folded arms and monosyllabic answers for coy smiles and teasing murmurs of yes, Daddy. You let him lead you home and into the bedroom, trading lazy kisses and grinding in his lap. Matty’s hand trails up your thigh, electricity sparking under your skin under his touch. He still thinks he’s in control, you think with a smirk, pinching gently at your thigh as you put on your best performance of being his good little girl.

“Found something earlier, Daddy,” you say, pulling back and tracing your hand down his chest, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt.

Matty chuckles indulgently, still blissfully unaware of what you have in store. “What’d you find, princess?”

You hop to your feet and pull the box free, opening the lid with a smirk. Swallowing thickly, Matty avoids your eyes, shifting nervously as you settle back in his lap. “Do you use all this stuff, Daddy?” you tease, crooking two fingers under his jaw to force his gaze back to yours. 

“I- I used to,” he stammers, and you thumb gently over one of the spots of red on his cheeks.

“S’okay, Daddy,” you murmur, the power he’s handing you thick in your veins. Something about using the sobriquet while he melts under you feels illicit, delicious as it falls easily from your lips. “Don’t have to be embarrassed. Did they make you feel good?” He only nods, seemingly rooted to the spot as you palm over the growing tent in his slacks. “Can I use them on you? Wanna make you feel good, too.” Shuddering, Matty nods again, and you pout down at him, shaking your head. “Words, Daddy. You should know by now,” you tut, dizzy as you use his words on him this time.

“Fuck, yes, I want that,” he gasps, rocking his hips up against your hand.

You giggle, the subtle shine in his eyes familiar, jaw slack in an expression you’ve seen countless times on your own face. “Can you say please, Daddy? S’polite, if I’m giving you what you want.”

“Fuck, please, angel,” Matty almost whimpers, helplessly needy under your touch. You raise an eyebrow in response, an expression you learned from him. “Want you to… use my toys. On me. Please,” he chokes out, hanging his head.

You smile fondly, pressing a kiss against his slack lips. “Good boy. Was that so hard?” Matty moans softly, shuddering as you pop the button of his trousers. “You like when I call you a good boy, Daddy?” you murmur breathily, the dichotomous epithets tangling together in the air between you, thick with lust and promise. “Can you strip for me, baby?”

Obediently, Matty tugs off his shirt and kicks off his slacks, laying against the pillows in just his boxers. You’ll never get over the sight of him like this, chest heaving and cock hard and heavy between his legs; a pulse of arousal washes over you and drips into your panties. A wet patch spreads near his waistband and you grin as you strip to your underwear and straddle him, grinding against his clothed cock and leaning down to kiss him. Matty tangles his hands in your hair, licking desperately into your mouth and rocking his hips against yours. “You need to relax, Daddy,” you say, smiling softly against his mouth and peppering soft kisses over his jaw. “It’ll be more fun that way.”

“Fuck, princess, I’m–” Matty cuts himself off with a gasp as you slide your hand under his waistband and squeeze him gently, cock twitching under your touch. You ease him out of his boxers, a shuddering groan escaping him as his cock thuds against his belly, flushed and dripping precum. 

“Oh, you want this really bad, don’t you, Daddy?” you coo, pumping him slowly, slick desire dripping from your words. “Always callin’ me a slut, but you were just waiting for your turn to be ruined, huh?” You barely recognise your voice, low and dark and dominating, reducing your boyfriend, your smart, suave, older boyfriend into a whining, pathetic mess with a few scant touches. “Are you a slut too, Daddy?” You’ve played with the power dynamic before; Matty needs to give up his control sometimes, when the stress of his day-to-day gets too much for him, but never like this, never turning his filthy, degrading words back on him. The feeling is addictive.

This time, you don’t even have to prompt him. “Yeah, ‘m… ‘M a slut, baby,” Matty whimpers, your cunt clenching at his words. In reward, you dig your nail into his slit, the tip of your finger coming up sticky and coated with the evidence of his desire.

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

You climb off him, retrieving the fleshlight and turning back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your hands wrapped around the toy, hips shifting needily as he gasps out, “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m ready, baby. Please.”

You come back to him slowly, teasingly, but he’s been so good that you don’t want to torture him any longer. Uncapping a bottle of lube, you coat the toy in it, fingers sticky and dripping as you slowly slide it down his length. A shuddering moan escapes him, his eyes glued to the sight of you, whining and bucking his hips into the toy. “God, look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” you moan, grinding your hips down against the bed, bursts of hot pleasure rolling under your skin. “Can’t believe you own all this stuff, Daddy,” you giggle breathily, pinching a nipple through your bra as you stroke him. “So naughty. Did you have to settle for all these toys before you had me?”

“Yeah, I did, princess. Had to fuck a plastic pussy before I found the perfect girl to fuckin’ ruin.” Matty chokes out, his words sending a gush of arousal flooding between your legs. “Fuck, feels s’much better when you do it, baby. My best girl, always takin’ such good care of me,” he moans, hips rolling up into your hand.

One of your hands dips into your panties, arousal dripping against your fingers as you rub slow circles into your clit. Whining, you stroke him faster, his rhythmic gasps and whines speeding. Your gaze is fixated on his cock as it disappears into the toy, slick, wet sounds mixing with your moans in the sex-thick air between you. “God, I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. Love when you get all needy f’me, Daddy,” you moan, grinding down against your hand.

Matty’s whines pitch up, pathetically desperate as he chases his release. “‘M gettin’ close, princess, fuck,” he gasps, his thighs trembling. He looks more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him, flushed red and shaking, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. He’s a fucking vision, and you can’t resist torturing him a little longer.

“Hold it for me, just a little while longer, ‘kay, Daddy?” He whimpers in protest, hips rolling wantonly, all pretence of rhythm long abandoned. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? ‘M always so good for you.” He musters up a scoff, and you fix him with a glare that makes him press his lips together, subdued. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yeah, princess. You do. ‘M gonna be good, promise,” Matty says, face scrunching with effort as you pump his cock at an almost punishing pace. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, near-pained.

You tease him a little longer, his sweet, desperate moans falling straight to your core. Matty practically fucking pouts when you pull the toy off, and you scoff disparagingly. “Don’t be a brat. Was gonna let you finish in my mouth, but you can have this fuckin’ plastic back, if you prefer.”

“F-fuck, nonono, ‘m sorry, baby. Wanna cum in your pretty mouth.”

“You wanna, huh?” You click your tongue as he nods, whining and grasping at you. “How bad?”

“So fuckin’ bad, princess. God, I fuckin’ need it, fuck! Please, baby. Let me cum, wanna cum f’you,” Matty gasps, knuckles turning white as his hands fist in the sheets.

You frown, toying with the idea of denying him, revenging yourself for earlier, but he’s trying so hard to be good that you can’t bring yourself to. “Such a slut, Daddy,” you pout. “Gettin’ all dumb for me, huh?” He nods, another whimpered please falling unconsciously from his lips. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum, okay?” 

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his tip, licking the salt of him off your lips. “‘M a slut f’you, baby,” he slurs out. “Only you. My fucking girl.”

“Good boy,” you praise softly, taking Matty’s cock in your mouth and swallowing around him. He fists a hand in your hair, gasping and babbling praise as you bob your head, moaning around him. His choked gasp is the only warning you get before he’s spilling in your mouth, pulsing down your throat as you swallow greedily. Pulling off him with a groan, you sit back on your heels. “Taste so fucking good, Daddy,” you murmur, trailing your hand down his cheek with a smile. He grasps at you, taking greedy handfuls of your skin as he tugs you to him. Settling next to him, you grab his jaw and pull him into a slow, indulgent kiss, pressing the taste of him into his mouth as his lips press insistently against yours.

“Felt so fucking good, princess. Thank you s’much,” Matty murmurs, pressing close to you, his skin hot and sweat-slick against yours.

You laugh, carding a hand through his damp, messy curls, Matty unconsciously stretching up into the touch. “Oh, baby,” you croon. “I’m not done with you yet,” you smirk, and he shudders. “C’mon, lay back for me, Daddy. Want your mouth.”

He obeys, laying back as you straddle his face unashamedly. You’re soaked, dripping on his tongue, grinding down with a low whine. Pleasure licks up your spine as Matty devours you, nails digging into your thighs with eagerness. Your cunt clenches, already close to the edge just from the state of him, moaning helplessly between your thighs. “God,” you say, whining when Matty curls his tongue perfectly, heat throbbing in your core. “Love havin’ you as my fucktoy for a change.” His cock twitches at your words, and you chuckle softly. “Oh, you like that, Daddy? You like hearing what’s good little toy you are for me?” He sucks on your clit and you swallow a scream, blinding ecstasy spiralling through your limbs.

You lose your grip on reality the longer Matty tongue-fucks you, lapping at your soaked cunt with fervour. The burn in your thighs aches deliciously, mixing with the pleasure buzzing insistently in the base of your skull. His name tumbles from your lips, over and over as your awareness of anything else slips away. Your head is hazy, swimming in desire, Matty’s tongue swirling gloriously over your clit. “God, ‘m so fuckin’ close, Daddy,” you gasp, circling your hips faster as Matty dips his tongue back inside you. “Oh, my God,” you whine, pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He curls his tongue, mind-wiping pleasure sending you spiralling. You scream, ecstasy pooling in your belly and flooding out over Matty’s lips and chin as you moan and writhe helplessly on top of him. Molten pleasure hammers in your veins, your body loose on your bones as your hands tangle in the sheets.

“God, felt good,” you praise, climbing off him with a grin. “Love that pretty mouth of yours so much better when you’re not fuckin’ running it.” You pull him in for a kiss, greedily licking the taste of you out of his mouth. Indulgently, lazily, you kiss him for several long, blissful moments, Matty’s hands roaming over your body, electricity arcing under your skin to meet him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.  “Took such good care of me,” he smiles, flushing slightly and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Gently, you scrape your nails over his scalp, Matty practically purring under your touch.

“Can you take a little more, Daddy? For me?” you murmur.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. F’you,” he gasps, hips shifting against the bed. Lust and trepidation war on his face as you rifle through the box again.

“Good boy,” you praise, slicking up his cock and sliding the toy you’ve chosen down his cock until the ring sits at his base, the little vibrator snug against his length. “Have you ever used this with another girl, Daddy?” you tease, an echo of Matty’s usual words when you try something new.

“N-no,” he stammers, trembling with anticipation. “Only you, baby,” he promises.

You smirk, reaching down to switch on the vibrator. Matty gasps sharply, whining and whimpering pathetically as he shifts his hips against the stimulation. “Good answer,” you grin, lining up his cock and sinking down slowly. A long, low moan falls from your lips, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt, pure pleasure rolling over you in waves. “God, s’like you’re my personal rabbit,” you gasp, grinding your clit against the vibrator and whining.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, heat rolling up your spine. “Feels s’fucking good, baby, fuck,” he murmurs, bucking his hips against yours, the sweet jolt of pleasure intense as it rockets through your body. “God, s’so much, I can’t–” he gasps.

“Shh,” you whisper, condescendingly pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m gonna use you to get off, and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, okay, Daddy?” He gives a low, shuddering moan, nodding up at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Slowly, you lift yourself almost all the way off him and slam your hips down, hot pleasure swallowing you whole. Your head tips back, chest heaving as you clench your cunt around him. Matty’s hips buck involuntarily, the sudden change in angle sending pleasure crashing over you.

Your head spins, the vibrations in your cunt working you into a frenzy, hips rolling against him. Obscene moans and slick, wet noises fill the room, your thighs burning gloriously as you bounce on him, heat welling between your legs and flooding your veins. Your body feels like a livewire, anchored to reality by Matty’s hands on your hips, dizzying ecstasy surging through every nerve at once.

Fire coils under your skin, your cunt soaked and dripping over him, your swollen, sensitive clit pressed against the vibrator as Matty gasps under you. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he whines. “Drivin’ me crazy. Fucking– shit!” he hisses, fucking impossibly deep into you, stars shattering behind your lids and euphoria blooming under your skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp, rocking your hips as liquid ecstasy drips down your spine. Matty thrusts into you one final time, the coil of heat between your thighs finally snapping. Your legs shake, your body caving in on itself, collapsing into pure bliss. Your vision whites out, whines and moans falling uncontrollably from your lips. A gush of arousal floods out of you, soaking Matty and pooling under you, sticky and hot against your skin.

“Fuck, shit, wanna cum s’bad, need it, baby, please,” Matty babbles, nails digging sharply into your hips as he shudders and bucks against you, whining incoherently. “Please, angel, it hurts,” he begs, eyes wide and pleading.

You croon softly, cunt fluttering with the aftershocks. “Yeah, go on, Daddy. Been such a good boy. Cum for me, okay?” Your words are all it takes, another achingly familiar reversal as he cums, a sound that’s half a cry of your name and half a keening moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” he gasps, cock pulsing, hips meeting yours in aborted little thrusts.

Slowly, carefully, you climb off him and discard the toy, your body falling limp against the pillows. You pull Matty in for a soft, gentle kiss, pouring every ounce of the feeling in your chest against his mouth. “How… how was that?” you murmur as you pull back. “Are you feeling good?”

Matty gives a glowing smile, your chest warming at the sight. “I feel fucking amazing, princess,” he says, swollen lips meeting yours over and over, like he can’t resist. “Thank you, baby, really. I’ve never, uh… never done anything like that, um, with a girl, before. Felt really fucking good,” he grins dopily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You giggle breathlessly. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.” You curl into him, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. “Always take such good care of me after, too. S’my turn now,” you promise, kissing gently at the corner of his mouth and sitting up. “Gonna get you some water, ‘kay? Run us a bath, maybe light some candles, make it nice for you, yeah?”

Matty gazes at you adoringly from the bed as you stand. “Such a sweet girl,” he says, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, still and sated and happy, the buzz of energy that perpetually emanates from him finally quieted.

“Only for you.”

[cryptotheism]

What foul act would Mattie commit that would be most likely to be branded a heretic by the Catholic Church?

My bet is choking on the communion wafer, having it rocket out of his mouth and through the Pope's hat like a bullet, before riccocheting around the cathedral to cause untold damage.

[snapchat caption] "how's this tasteful backsack"

"Mattie are you in a confessional?"

"A what?"

[not-sobasicbisexual]

my list of Owen movies that I've seen plus my out of 5 stars rating

Night at the Museum (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (Jedediah 5/5

Shanghai Noon (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Shanghai Knights (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Cars (Lightning McQueen 5/5

Cars 2 (Lightning McQueen 3/5

Cars 3 (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Cars: On the Road (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Hall Pass (Rick 4/5

Zoolander (Hansel 5/5

Zoolander 2 (Hansel 5/5

Bottle Rocket (Dignan 5/5

The Darjeeling Limited (Francis Whitman 5/5

Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (Ned Plimpton 5/5

Marmaduke (Marmaduke 3/5

Loki (Mobius 5/5

Wonder (Nate Pullman 3/5

the Royal Tenenbaums (Eli Cash 5/5

Meet the Parents (Kevin Rawley 2.5/5

Paint (Carl Nargle 5/5

Haunted Mansion (Kent 5/5

Secret Headquarters (Jack Kincaid 4/5

Marry Me (Charlie 5/5

Fantastic Mr. Fox (Coach Skip 5/5

Marley & Me (Jon Grogan 5/5

The Grand Budapest Hotel (M. Chuck 5/5

Minus Man (Vann 5/5

Wedding Crashers (John Beckwith 5/5

I-Spy (Alex Scott 4/5

Starsky and Hutch (Hutch 5/5

Anaconda (Gary Dixon 2/5

The French Dispatch (Herbsaint Sazerac 4/5

The Cable Guy (Robin’s date 4/5

How Do You Know (Matty Reynolds 2/5

You, Me, and Dupree (Randy Dupree 4/5

Midnight in Paris (Gil Pender 5/5

[abiiors]

im back again!

could u try to do a thing where reader tries to attempt the gaslighting thing from tiktok on matty

- esp with the like "do you ever wish you were tall" or "have you ever thought of trying to make actual music", or something like that

maybe even confuse him abt if u actually are a thing or not to the point he gets extremely jealous n clingy

Look at him!!! He’s so soft and pretty, how am I supposed to be mean to him? 😭😭 But for you, I’m going to give this a try…

I hope you like it ❤️

Grouch

Can I come over later?

His text from a few hours ago is still fresh in your mind. The excitement about him coming over has since doubled, tripled because you have a plan forming in your head. 

An evil plan brewing more like…

You can’t help but laugh giddily as you put on your nicest dress possible, as you scour Pinterest for the best “sultry makeup inspo”. You can’t help but laugh as the doorbell rings. 

This has to be strategically executed, it absolutely needs to be perfect. You have to greet him exactly like usual, with a smile and a kiss.

He raises an eyebrow when he comes in, eyes you from head to toe appreciatively and then pulls you in for another kiss. 

‘You look gorgeous, baby…’

You blush, shyly say a thank you, but the confused look on his face is back. 

‘I thought we were just going to stay in today?’

‘Well…yea, we are. I just thought I’d go out with Nick after you’ve left?’ You deserve an Oscar for the performance you’ve been putting on so far or at least an Emmy. 

His eyes narrow at the mention of another man’s name. ‘Who’s Nick?’ he tries to be all cool and nonchalant but you can already see the cogs of his brain working overtime trying to place that name. 

Nothing’s going to occur to him, however. Because Nick isn’t a real person, he’s only a prompt for this prank. You let him mull that over in his head for a bit as you make your way to the kitchen. It doesn’t escape your notice how he follows you like a puppy. 

‘Oh, Nick?’ you try to look at him through innocent doe eyes.

‘Yea, do I know him?’

‘Oh well, I don’t know. He runs that bakery in town, remember? I always talk about how much I love their brownies,’ you prod on. Even sigh wistfully for dramatic effect. 

Matty, however, looks like he’s swallowed sour milk. 

‘And what are you doing with him?’ 

You shrug in response, turn around to grab some mugs from the shelf. You even make sure to stand on your toes to grab them from the highest shelf. It wouldn’t hurt if he sees how good your ass looks in these jeans…

‘He said the bakery was going to be closed today,’ you fiddle with the mugs, try to find the right ones, stall time so you won’t have to look at him during this part. ‘I asked him if he could teach me how to bake, so that’s what we’re doing today.’

You turn back to him and smile cheerfully. 

‘So is he teaching a class?’ he asks hopefully, ‘like with multiple other people?’

‘Oh, no,’ you smile excitedly, ‘this is a special one-on-one.’

‘A special one-on-one?’ his jaw hangs open slightly as if he can’t believe what you’re trying to imply. For a moment you wonder if you’re going too far but this is just starting to get funny.

You click your tongue, ‘you know what I mean…’

There’s a beat of silence when you’re both silent. He’s trying to figure out what to say and you’re trying to hold the laughter in.

‘Baby, I could teach you how to bake,’ he grumbles, ‘Fuck, youtube could teach you that.’

‘Yea but he’s a professional,’ you laugh and press a chaste little kiss to his cheek. ‘Besides, do you even know how to make brownies?’

‘It’s not like it’s rocket science,’ he rolls his eyes. ‘And what’s so good about this guy anyway?’ 

‘He’s French,’ you answer as if that explains everything. Matty can make of that whatever he wants to.

You turn around, put the kettle on and start walking away to get some snacks but he’s not about to let you… Not so fast.

In one smooth movement, he hooks two fingers in the back pocket of your jeans and pulls you flush against his chest.

‘I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but you didn’t seriously think you were going to a special session with this dickhead, did you?’

The possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down your spine and makes your mouth go dry. 

‘Especially not looking like that.’

His mouth hovers just above your ear and you know he felt that shiver just now. 

‘No?’ you try to sound confused but it just comes out breathy.

‘Yea, no French asshole is about to get one-on-one time with my girl,’ he declares. And just like that he’s back to being annoyed and huffy.

Your already-weakening resolve breaks instantly as you turn to hide your face in his chest and burst out into a fit of giggles. 

‘Oh god, you really…you really fell for it,’ you try to get the words out between giggles and he frowns. 

‘What do you mean?’

‘You,’ you jab a finger in his chest, ‘Matty Healy who is almost chronically online doesn’t know what a TikTok trend is?’

You look at his face, see him go through all five phases of grief at once. You can feel the tears running down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup but his face is just too funny. 

‘You’re an asshole,’ he mutters but holds onto your waist just as tightly 

‘Grouch,’ you tease as you stand on your toes once again and start peppering kisses all over his face. ‘Would it help if I say the clothes and the makeup are for you?’

‘Whatever,’ he rolls his eyes, looks at a random spot on the wall but he hasn’t exactly pulled away from you. If anything, he’s leaning into them. 

‘And would it help if I say Nick’s not a real person?’

‘He’s not?’ Of course, that piques his interest but he’s quick to put the annoyed mask back in place, ‘I mean, yea sure. Why do I care?’

‘You really don’t care?’ you pout, press a feathery kiss on his jaw. To his credit, he manages not to close his eyes and sigh at the kiss. 

‘Are you mad at me?’ you look at him through your eyelashes and even make your lip wobble for the added effect. 

That’s the trick that does it. He stops focusing on the wall and looks back at you again. 

‘This is so unfair!’ he grumbles. ‘I can’t even stay mad at you.’

[lulu-services]

Do it for me

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• A Finney Blake x F! Reader.

🌷Luna's Note: Request are open! I do Characters like Donna and Matty. (and the cast)

! Warnings !: Reader is dead, Can be seen platonic or romantic. Reader is the first victim. Gore. Mentions of R∆pe. Angst.

You thought you were the first victim because you were a sad lonely little girl. But when you watch over all the other little boy's you saw The Grabber. You saw he only took little boy's. You soon found out the grabber only killed you to figure out his sexuality. He only TOOK you to figure out his sexuality. He only SA'D you to figure out his sexuality. So when you saw Finney stuck down in that hell hole of a basement. You were Furious. You tried to run at him a few times but you went through him. You screamed in anger as he yelled, touched or even looked at Finney so when it was your time to call him you made the most of your time.

*RING RING* Finney steps back then he heard the phone ring. But then he sprung up when he saw a faint voice in the distance. "Hello? Who are you!?" Finney says shouting down the line. "Hey Finn, It's Y/N/N." You say sitting up on the vent. "Y/N is that r-really you? But your dead right?" He says hoping that you survived "Yes Finney I am dead but you have to get out for Me! For Robin, For Gwen and for Donna." You say "Where are you?" Finney Says looking around"I'm here."

End of pt 1

JKKKKKK

Finney looked around to see you standing in a grey dress that used to have it's natural form of pink he also saw your heel's had turned grey and finally he looked at your leg and chest. A gigantic cut had nearly covered the whole left side of your left leg. And cut on your chest causing you to bleed out and die. Finney screamed covering his mouth. "D-do I look that bad?" "N-n-no but you are dead." Finney Says.

"Anyway, Griffin stagg will call you next, He'll tell you the code to the main door. When you get to the kitchen try and crack Griffin's bike code I'm going to give you the combination which you must remember, Do you understand?" You say leaning against the door. "Yes, I understand." Finney whispered.

"When Griffin call it signals that the Grabber is asleep, He will purposely keep the door unlocked, but being the lazy hoe-bag slut-faced cunt he is he will doze off. Which gives you the time to get the bike and RUN. Alright the bike code is 2-5-1-9-2. Got it carve it somewhere like the bathroom or close to the mattress with your rocket thing!" You look at Finney and Whisper. "End the cycle Finney." Before you disappeared. You hug him strongly just enough for him to feel.

"I will Y/N just for you."

[toomuchracket]

Idc which universe (though it feels bday party to me). Reader getting exposed for liking Matty thirstrap edits on tiktok, because her likes are public. The way Matty’s ego would rocket!

birthday party!girly as FUCK!!! you know how elle fanning's tiktok username is just a generic generated one? thinking you have the same kinda thing, except you never post so literally nobody has any clue it's you when you're liking vids and whatnot. that is, until charli makes you be in one of her speed drive dancing tiktoks (you're both drunk on a girls' holiday lol) and tags your account and everyone goes WAIT SHE LIKED MY MATTY GASOLINA EDIT (sidenote if you haven't seen the matty gasolina edit... oh boy. i'll try to find it later, but if someone has it to hand please share. jesus christ) OR SHE LIKED MY LIIWMI MOAN COMPILATION etc etc. and your likes are public, and it is literally pretty much all matty thirstraps and funny/cute moments lmao. you wake up the next morning feeling rough as toast to find yourself TRENDING because of your likes, and you literally put your phone down and stare at the ceiling like "i'm too hungover for this shit"; you have to pick it back up almost immediately though, because it rings with an incoming facetime from matty. you answer the call, to your boyfriend posing shirtless with a shit-eating grin on his face like "hi babe lol", and you're like "matthew don't you start i am HANGING" - he laughs and he's like "thought you might be, darlin', knew you had to have been bladdered to agree to charli's tiktok. and what a big morning for us, yeah?", and you glare at him before he's like "nah babe it's adorable how much you fancy me. come home soon so i can show you how much i fancy you, yeah? even with that green tinge to your face that you've got now lol" <3

[casually-cool-cassettes]

Cassette of the day: 034: 15 September, 2023

Glass Animals: Dreamland

Track List: A1: Dreamland, A2: Tangerine, A3: ((Home Movie: 1994)) A4: Hot Sugar, A5: ((Home Movie: BTX)) A6: Space Ghost Coast To Coast, A7: Tokyo Drifting, A8: Melon And The Coconut, A9: Your Love (Déja Vu) | B1: Waterfalls Coming Out Your Mouth, B2: It's All So Incredibly Loud, B3: ((Home Movie: Rockets)) B4: Domestic Bliss, B5: Heat Waves, B6: ((Home Movie: Shoes On)) B7: Helium

My all time favorite band, glass animals, third album, dreamland, on audio cassette with four cover variations (each signed by the featured member) that when brought together form a single panel image! I'm in love with these cassettes!

Feat. Mattie!!

[defendingts]

this is performance art, i hope. where do I even start? you're defending her but simultaneously not defending her reputation. what do you think you're defending then? her feelings? literally what purpose does this account serve if not to protect her reputation?

"opinions that are untrue"

"opinions". "that are untrue".

god we all fucking wish you would stick to matters of truth and facts instead of acting like some divinely appointed judge who has the only valid opinions and is never biased when determining what is "way too far".

You can defend someone without having it be about their reputation. I’m not gonna defend her when she fucks up. I can acknowledge she is not perfect and has done problematic stuff. Hence, why I do not like being labeled a swiftie.

But I will defend her when people take it too far. Saying she supports Harrison Butker is taking it too far, saying she’s racist for having a situationship with Matty Healy is taking it too far, making fun of her body/face, etc is taking it too far. ( a lot of you body shamed and fat shamed her when the pics of her and Travis at the beach came out.) Death threats are taking it too far, saying she staged the superbowl is taking it too far. And last but not least, claiming she’s racist without solid proof is taking it too far.

If me defending her bothers you so much then ignore my posts/block me. It not rocket science and you’re wasting your time throwing temper tantrums in my inbox.

[jonathantaylorthomas]

I'm going to be straight up honest here......TAYLOR SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TELL HER FANS NOT TO HARRASS HER EXES, FRIENDS OR CURRENT BOYFRIENDS ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!!!!! It should go without saying that that type of behavior is absolutely childish and pathetic. It should go without saying that people should treat other people like human beings with feelings, fears, insecurities, etc. This is not rocket science people, this is common sense. If you all really need another human being to tell you to act like a civilized human being on the web, then you have a problem that a statement from Taylor will not remedy.....PERIOD! This isn't just because Taylor cultivated this weird relationship because it happens in many other fandoms that did not start out the way the Swiftie fandom did. That's just a pathetic excuse to blame Taylor for some of you all's shitty ass behavior. Do you all understand the number of celebs who have begged their fans not to do such things and were met with nothing but the complete opposite? Selena has to repeat the same shit to her fans every week or so, and it does zero to stop it. Why? Because these so-called fans are not really trying to "protect" their faves, they're simply crying out for attention and clicks. They do not care how their fave feels about their actions nor how it makes their fave and their fandom look. So, no, if Taylor says anything, it's just going to piss her fans off, and then they'll attack her on top of attacking the people in her life. This is a no-win situation for her, although I do wish she'd walk out of her apartment with Matty on her arm with both hands flipping the bird to all the haters. The reality is that she just needs to choose her life and live it. The people who trust her heart and her judgments of even the most imperfect people will be here. The rest are allowed and even encouraged to leave.

.

[friendball-irl]

check it out im in the house like carpet, and if there's too many heads in my blunt i wont spark it, ill put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel, til everybody's gone and it's cool, then ill spark it up with my brother, his momma named him mo but i call him mo lover and hes more than a cover hes a quilt, we're puttin shit together like the house that john built on the hill, cus this shit gonna feel like velvet turtle, my style fits tighter than a girdle, and if u hate it, u can just leave it like beaver, but in a day or two ill make u a true believer in me cus like the alphabet u "c" this 'ism kicks a rhyme not your everyday soliloquy, like chef boyardee, my rhyme's truly cookin, peace to matty rich cus hes straight out of brooklyn new york, i dont eat pork or swine when i dine, i drink a cup of cool-aid not a big glass of wine, or a henn hein if u have time ill drop rhyme again.

My headache is not letting me comprehend this

what is this

[saratinz]

Hollywood's Dead

pairing ➩ Matt Murdock x Reader

warnings ➩ angst, break-up, mentions of drinking, a minuscule amount of smut, character death, spoilers for the defenders, dark ending

synopsis ➩ Based off Hollywood's Dead by Lana Del Rey

word count ➩ 1.2k

a/n ➩ i tried something new, sorry if it's bad

“Our kind of love It was once in a lifetime”

Matt Murdock was your first boyfriend, and he treated you like a princess. He would get you food, let you steal his, and always reminded you of your beauty. With him, you had worth. With him, you would never feel lonely, not even when you were alone. You felt at home with him, he had changed everything.

“It couldn’t last

It was doomed from the first time”

He had a secret though, and it felt crowded with three people in your relationship. You just wanted one boyfriend. Was that really too much to ask for?

“And you Were '50s cool In blue suede shoes”

By day, he is a lawyer, with suits that fit perfect, and a mouth that speaks with eloquence. He’s your real boyfriend, the one that you asked for.

“But it was a cover for all of the trouble

You got into”

By night, he’s a vigilante, with fists of steel, and a selflessness that you had never even fathomed. He came with Matt, so you could deal with him, right?

“I always fall for the wrong guy Things that are bad always taste nice”

Even though Matt was a good person, and did what he did with the best of intentions, your needs were ignored. Everyday, it seemed there was less intimacy than the one before. But every time he told you about a person he saved, a person he risked his life for, you fell in love with him all over again. Was this really as good as it felt?

“That's what girls like me do, lose you”

You feel needy, you feel like a bad person, but you have needs. You needed to feel validated. You needed to feel special. You needed to feel loved. Even though you knew Matt had a special and almost unconditional kind of love for you, that one condition kept him at an arm’s length, and he never dared to move a step closer. 

“Don't tell me it's over

Don't tell me it's over”

“Do you want me or do you want Daredevil?”

“Y/n, you’re joking right.”

“Oh my god, just say you don’t love me anymore.”

“Of course I love you, but this city needs me.”

“I need you, Matt.”

“You’re right, I can’t have both of you.”

“Wait Matt, I’ll learn to deal with it, I can spend more time with you during the day. You can keep being a hero, but please, you can’t leave me.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Bullshit, you save people as a hobby. So save me.”

“I can’t let you ruin your life.”

“And in the light, you're sickeningly beautiful

Say goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful”

“Is this really it for us?”

“We’re done, Y/n.”

“Goodbye, Matty.”

“I’ll never stop loving you.”

“You will, in time.” And with that, marked the end of perfection. Breaking the news to Foggy and Karen was the easy part. You found yourself doing things the way you used to, but this time, you were in pain. No longer did you like reading. No longer did you like watching rom-coms. All these things you once enjoyed, seemed like rocket science. How does one not understand something they did every week for years? You guess your knowledge disappeared along with half of your heart. 

“This kind of life

Wasn't meant for the good girl”

You knew that New York wasn’t the safest place in the world, but never did you expect to be held at gunpoint in order to lure your ex boyfriend into a death trap. You knew people want Daredevil dead, but never did you expect to be caught in the crosshairs. You knew that your luck never got you far, but you feel like the luckiest person alive as Matt saves you.

“Try as I might

In the end, it's a cruel world”

You knew it could never work out, but you always hoped for a second chance. You knew you would never forget this day. Not as the day you almost died though, but as the day you experience heartbreak for the second time. As the day you couldn’t even recognize Matt.

“And you

Are livin' proof

Sinatra aloof”

He never acknowledged you beyond a simple, “You okay?” Even after you were safe, you felt uneasy. You just want him back. You want to stop having to drown yourself in dick and booze. You don’t want to feel the pain of this breakup anymore.

“But you were an actor who only went after

The ones who swoon”

You were always told that Elektra was a thing of the past. But it doesn’t sound like that’s true anymore. You always felt inferior to Matt’s ex, even when he assured you he had no regrets. That was a long time ago, though. Things change. People change.

“I always fall for the same type

Gangsters in Vegas on game night”

“Matt.” You moan.

“Who the fuck is Matt?” The man above you asks.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Frank.” 

“That's what girls like me like, the limelight”

The last time you ever saw him, he didn’t even stare in your direction. It’s like you weren’t there, but you know that he knew you were. Maybe he went through even a fraction of the pain you did. And in a fucked up way, that made you feel better.

“If you should go before me, then know

That I always loved you

There's no one above you, babe”

You watched as the other vigilantes walk into the room, Matt didn't follow them though. But, there’s no way he’s dead, right?

“Don't tell me it's over

Don't tell me it's over”

“He’s coming guys. He’s not dead. He’s just late. He can’t be dead. Someone tell me he’s not dead. Why won’t you all speak?” No response “Luke?” No response. “Jessica?” No response. “Danny?” No response. “Someone fucking answer me!” Again, no response.

“Hollywood's dead”

It’s been a week since Matt sacrificed himself to be with Elektra. You are still a wreck. Apartment’s a mess, you have barely eaten, hell, you’ve barely even moved.

“In the light, you're sickeningly beautiful

Say goodbye, you're sickeningly beautiful”

It’s been a month since Matt’s death, and you finally go through his things. Every paper, pencil, and picture brings him to life again, almost like he never left. If god is real, how could he have taken everything that was ever good in your pathetic life away?

“Say goodnight, you're so beautiful”

“Goodnight Matty.” You kiss your favorite picture of Matt, just like you do every night.

“Hollywood's dead”

“Matt if you can hear me, I still love you.” You say on Sunday,

“Hollywood's dead”

“Please don’t leave me ever again.” You beg on Monday.

“Hollywood's dead, yeah”

“Why won’t you answer me, asshole?” You yell on Tuesday.

“Hollywood's dead” 

“I’m sorry about yesterday, it’s just been really hard without you.” You explain on Wednesday.

“Hollywood's dead” 

“If I could have anything in the world, I’d have you in my arms.” You confess on Thursday.

“Hollywood's dead, yeah”

“I’m happy that you have Elektra, but I can’t help but try to be with you again.” You declare on Friday.

“Cut”

Masterlist

[because-she-goes]

the garden

warnings: some swearing & angry nora. Enjoy!

Nora walked out of the grey, new york sky scraper and was immediately hit by the chill in the air, but blinded by the sun. A freezing cold March morning in Manhattan. However, Nora was acting like it was August. Positively beaming and walking down the busy sidewalk with a bounce in her step, she couldn’t wait to call Matty with the news. Nora, being the incredible woman she is, had just sold one of her more intricate pieces to a buyer from The Whitney Museum for just under $85,000. An absolutely ridiculous number for Nora to wrap her head around, but a minuscule number in comparison to the art world where her colleagues have sold pieces for $30 million before even having their morning coffee.

The Whitney being a place Nora has revered for years, making it a life-goal in college to have a piece in their modern art section one day. A true pinch me moment. The piece she had sold was quite bold and brash, which the buyer liked about it - needing something to stick out among their hundreds of dazzling works. She had painted it after Matty had told her about the band being invited to play SNL. She had been inspired by the longevity of the television program and the art it produced, New York and artists like Rothko, Pollack, Kline. Remembering her teachers using the term “Abstract Expressionism” to describe what she was going for. However, she remembered halfway through that abstract expressionism was more 50s-60s than the time period she was interested in. Leaning more into postmodernism (a word she taught Matty), she looked to the works of Baldessari where dots were placed on people’s face in photographs. She took the idea of the dots and ran with it, using her thickest brush and dipping it into contrasting colors, she placed huge dots in sections of the piece - covering some spots and leaving others blank or revealing the splatters underneath. An ode to the New York art scene with a dash of California. It had taken her weeks to figure everything out and research it all.

The work had been sitting in her studio, waiting to find a home for months. At this point, she was just waiting for the wire transfer to go through and be confirmed by her bank - then she’d celebrate and officially tell Matty the news, not wanting to get ahead of herself incase the deal fell through. Walking down W 15th and turning onto 10th, she makes her way to the Starbucks Reserve to get an 11am pick me up, she orders the hazelnut latte and gets Matty one of their specials, a whiskey-barrel aged coldbrew. Taking the two coffees to go and hailing a cab, she makes her way back uptown to her apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. One of the greatest financial decisions she has ever made was taking the money from her first sale and putting it towards buying a New York apartment back in 2016, before the price for everything sky rocketed. Not having to worry about rent anymore was a blessing in and of itself.

Swiping in to her building and saying hi to her doorman Bennie, she makes her way up to her home. Opening the door, she sees Matty at their kitchen table with his headphones blaring a demo George had sent him, she remembers that at this point its 6pm in London. Kissing the crown of his head and handing him the cold brew, she goes to check her bank account not expecting anything just yet. To her shock, there it is already. Talk about a new york minute! She excitedly runs out to Matty and rips the headphones off his head like a child wanting their parent’s attention immediately.

“Hey, I was working on something?-“

“And now you’re not! Guess what, baby!”

“What?” He asks almost begrudgingly.

“I sold that painting today! The SNL one I made way back in December is going to the Whitney, they just wired me the money!!” She is practically screaming at this point, not caring which of her neighbors hear her.

“Wait, baby you did? Oh my god thats fantastic, Muffin! I am so proud of you!” Exclaiming as he remembers when he first heard about her art from Adam at a party. He had shown up late to Carly’s birthday party after going out for drinks with Nora. Adam jokingly asked if he was on a date, Matty proudly said yes. Carly and Adam asked for her name and they nearly dropped dead when he said it. Adam had been a massive fan of Nora’s since way before she met Matty, astonished he was able to land someone like her - someone who may as well be his twin they were so alike.

“Thank You, Handsome! And guess what team is in town…”

“Oh brother, not the Knicks and Lakers again…”

“You are too good sometimes, ya know that?”

“Unfortunately.” He remarks blandly, he hates basketball. He never understood what was so interesting about guys running up and down a court putting a ball in a hoop, but he watched the Knicks since Nora loved them. She could rattle off any piece of their history without even hesitating. She had been to the garden more times than Matty could even count. Her father is a huge Knicks fan and when he found out he was having a daughter, he put a little pink Knicks ball in her nursery.

Quickly saving half her earnings and setting it aside before she forgot, she logged into her MSG account and got her usual. Floor seats, next to the home bench, in the corner. Best seats in the house. Matty still looking like someone had spilled hot soup on him, Nora decides to cheer him up a bit. She has a single connection at the garden and knows that Matty has always wanted to go in through the VIP entrance, not the performers one or the general admission lines. 5 hours until tip off, plenty of time to text Marco and see what strings he could pull.

“Baby, I’m gonna shower….” she says over her shoulder while walking to their en suite bathroom.

At that, Matty’s mood is totally turned around and the man is falling over himself to get to her before she shuts the door. “Right behind you, gorgeous!”

— 2 hours later —

In her Brunson jersey and a pair of Matty’s baggy jeans, she steps out of their bedroom. Taking a last look at her makeup, she applies a final coat of mascara and a swoosh of blush. Checking her teeth for lipstick and deciding she is ok, she waits for Matty.

In his Randle jersey she bought for him last year and sweatpants, he steps out. Fixing his hair and spraying on the cologne Nora loves. Lavender, mint and a little hint of smoke fills the air around him. She inhales and sighs, relaxing at just his scent.

“Ready to go, Handsome?” She asks, grabbing their house keys, her wallet and phone from the tray at the door.

“I guess, do you want me to drive?”

“Sure.” They walk down to the parking deck hand in hand, her body buzzing like a live wire with anticipation of tip off.

She gets a text from Marco, “All set, Boss. Just wave your ID when you get there and I’ll walk you guys in.” She sends back the little smile emoji.

New York was surprisingly pretty empty tonight, everyone must be home watching she thinks. Matty pulls up the artists entrance without issue.

“Keep going, we are going a different way.” She instructs, pointing towards the next entrance by the corner - more secluded and less opportunity for paparazzi to get their picture.

“What have you done now, Gorgeous?”

“Me? Oh nothing, just nothing at all!” She can’t even look him in the eye, he’d know whats going on right away.

He pulls into the private area and shows security his and Nora’s ID, both having to provide birth date confirmation.

“April the 8th, 1989”

“June 16th, 1992”

They get the okay to enter, see Marco and they’re escorted up to the floor seats. Matty looking like a child seeing Disney for the first time. This entrance has a full bar, private club and even a small portrait gallery of all the celebrities who have been to the garden over the decades.

Tip off and the first quarter happens before Matty can even process everything. Nora however is on her feet, yelling and berating the Knicks bench to get a move on and “pass the damn ball!” He laughs, how could someone so sweet and unassuming as her be the person in front of him - geminis man! He shakes his head lightly.

Half time is a blur and before they can even scarf down their hot dogs and fries, it is the 4th quarter. Knicks are up by 5 with 6 minutes left. Matty and Nora now both being the most obnoxious ridiculous sports fans in the building, yelling and high-fiving people around them whenever another point is scored. Nora can’t believe the sight before her, thee Matty Healy yelling at RJ Barrett to get his shit together while his mouth is full of concession stand food and cracker jack. She has never loved him more, she thinks.

4 minutes left, tie game. They are fuming. Nora is practically in a trance watching the game, refusing to acknowledge anyone around her. Matty not even paying attention to the score, just fully enjoying seeing her so worked up over a silly basketball game.

He then gets an idea….

“Hey Sunflower… I’m a little thirsty. Do you mind grabbing me a Fanta?” He yells in her direction, eyes still glued to the game.

“What? Now? Theres not even 5 minutes left, Handsome, this’ll be over any second!” She promises, trying to appease him and get him to just be patient.

“Yeah, I want one before they close - for the ride home ya know? My throat feels like razors from all the salty food you Americans eat!”

“Oh for fucks sake, Matty! Fine, I’ll go!” Running up the stairs as quick as she can and bolting to the concession stand closest to her spot.

“One Fanta, ASAP pronto hurry!” She rushes out to the poor teenager working. Eyes watching the monitor above him.

Randle hits a 3, the Knicks up again!

She rejoices, still waiting impatiently for the damn soda. I mean my god how long does it take to hold a squirt gun to a cup!!

“That’ll be $2.75 ma’am…” the teenager turns back around to her holding the precious soda. She throws a $5 at the kid and sprints back to Matty.

“Here you go, honey!” She shoves it towards him. He takes one sip, looks at her and says one of the most enraging things she has ever heard…

“It’s Diet! Who orders a diet Fanta, this is vile holy shit!” He proclaims.

Smoke comes out of her ears. She grabs the cup roughly and marches back to the kid.

“Fucking diet Fanta, you moron! Who would want a diet Fanta!!” The poor kid looks at her and shrugs, grabbing another cup and different squirt gun filling the vessel with soda at a snail’s pace.

Nora checks the monitor again. 1 minute left. Tied. Brunson steals, goes towards the basket and just as he scores, the kid hands her the new soda. Forgetting to pay she turns to the seats and out rushes the crowd hooting and hollering. Defeated, she her shoulders and head drop. She sees Matty emerge, hands him the soda and they go back to the car in complete, deafening silence.

Trying to get back into her good graces, he pulls out a stuffed Knicks bear from behind him. It is adorable, impossibly cute. Softening, Nora wipes a tear inching down her cheek at his thoughtfulness and wraps her arms around his neck. Holding him tightly to her and never wanting to let go.

“Congratulations on the sale again, baby. Tomorrow we celebrate for real… fancy dinner, shopping, art museum the whole nine yards. Pulling out all the stops for you, my little artiste!” He says into her ear, voice dripping in pride.

She kisses his cheek in agreement and thanks, settling back in her seat with a rosy flush to her cheeks. Holding onto the bear, she doesn’t imagine another place where she’d rather be than with Matty celebrating.

[coffinbrotherr]

Trans people: I am trans

Society: okay

Taku Iwasaki:

Check it out

I'm in the house like carpet

And if there's too many heads in my blunt I won't spark it

I'll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel

'Til everybody's gone and it's cool

Then I spark it up with my brother

His momma named him Mo, but I call him Mo' Lover

And he's more than a cover, he's a quilt

We're putting shit together like that house that John built

On the hill, 'cause this shit's gonna feel like velvet, turtle

My style fits tighter than a girdle

If ya hate it then you can just leavе it, like Beaver

But in a day or two I'll makе you a true believer in me

'Cause like the alphabet you'll see

That 'ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy

Like Chef Boyardee, my rhyme is truly cookin'

Peace to Matty Rich 'cause he's straight out of Brooklyn, New York

I don't eat pork or swine when I dine

I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine

Or a Henn', Heine', if you have time I'll drop rhyme again

[arisatohamuko]

Check it out, I’m in the house like carpet

And if there’s too many heads on my blunt, I won’t spark it

I’ll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel

‘Til everybody’s gone and it’s cool

Then I spark it up with my brother

His Mama named him Moe but I call him Moe Lover

And he’s more than a cover, he’s a quilt

We’re putting shit together like the house that John built on the hill

‘Cause this shit gonna feel like Velvet Turtle

My style fits tighter than a girdle

If you hate it, then you can just leave it, like Beaver

But in a day or two I’ll make you a true believer in me

‘Cause like the alphabet, you’ll C

That ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy

Like Chef Boyardee, our rhyme is truly cookin’

Peace to Matty Rich ‘cause he’s straight outta Brooklyn, New York

I don’t eat pork or swine when I dine

I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine or a Heineken

If you have time, I’ll drop a rhyme again

[toomuchracket]

No no no no (I may jumping forward here) but imagine nerdy matty helping with a school project like a volcano or something science related 😩😩😩

i need a cigarette. a) because the thought of this is making me emotional and b) because the thought of establishing ANOTHER parenting au is making me need to smoke. but yeah... even thinking about him help a small child build a rocket out of cardboard and stuff is Getting Me <3