#st. matthew's

[askstmatthews]

does illi have any stuffed animals?

[sturniqlo]

BLUSHING MESS- SHY!MATT x SHY!READER

summary: where shy!matt goes up to shy!reader for the first time

cw: none! pure fluff

an: there is a lot of "uh's" in this chapter to show how nervous they are :)

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wednesday

the aroma of fresh coffee and pastries hit matt as soon as he walked into the small shop he'd visit frequently. as he stood in line, he examined the room for any open tables he could sit at. he spotted one next to a girl who seemed to be studying. that's the spot, it looks like she's not the type of person to try and make small talk- he had sat to a couple of those people.

hi, can i get a medium caramel iced coffee and a vanilla scone. he rehearsed the order to himself. as he got closer to the register, he kept looking over to the table he wanted to sit at- the girl sitting at the table next to him looked up and locked eyes with him. matt being matt- he looked away as he felt the blush begin to creep up his face. she was pretty- really pretty.

"next in line!" the cashier said. matt gasped and hurried forward. "hello, how are you today." the cashier fixed her hat. "oh- uhm- i'm good today. how are you?" he didn't rehearse this. "i'm good- thank you. what can i get for you today?" she did something on the screen in front of her.

"can i get a- uh- medium caramel iced coffee and a vanilla scone." he fiddled with the debit card in his hand. "unfortunately we sold our last vanilla scone a little while ago." the cashier informed him. matt bit the inside of his cheek.

"do you have a chocolate croissant?" he asked. "yeah, we do." she nods. "i'll take one." one he finished paying, he went and took a seat at the table he had his eyes on. the girl looked up at him and smiled before looking back at her laptop. he scrolled on his phone as he waited for his ordered. from the corner of his eye, he saw the vanilla scone next to her drink.

she must've gotten the last one.

"order for matt!" the barista called out. matt stood up from his chair and walked over to her his drink and pastry. matt went back to his table and glanced over at the girl sitting next to him. she was so focused on whatever was on her screen. he saw how she had a small pout, a slight furrow in her eyebrows, and would occasionally bite her bottom lip.

stop it! she'll think you're weird! he thought and immediately looked away, taking a sip of his drink. as he continued to scroll on his phone and finish his drink and croissant he couldn't help but keep stealing glances.

soon, the girl packed up her belongings and left the cafe. matt frowned. he'll get her next time.

the following days (thursday, friday, monday, tuesday)

the next day, matt returned in hopes to see her again. when he walked in, his eyes scanned the tables, but she wasn't sitting in any of them. he ordered his usual- scone included- and sat down. anytime the door bell chimed open, he looked up, unfortunately she never walked in. on friday- he did the same. matt waited all weekend since the shop was closed to return on monday. on monday and tuesday, there was no sight of her. he was afraid he'd never see her again.

next week wednesday

it was exactly a week later since matt first laid eyes on her. he went back to the coffee shop, only this time he didn't go in hopes of seeing her. he knew he'd never see her again.

"hello, i'll have a- uhm- medium caramel iced coffee and your last two vanilla scones, please." he paid and sat down in his normal table. as he was on his phone- the door chimed opens and out of habit, he looked up. it was her. she walked in with a smile, fixing her tote bag on her shoulder removing her headphones from her ears as she ordered.

although her and the cashiers voices were muffled- he understood what she ordered: a small brown sugar cookie iced coffee and a scone. he had realized he had ordered the last two scones. when his order came out, he picked it up at the counter and went back to his table and sure enough- she was sitting in the table next to his.

he gave her a small smile and sat down mixing his iced coffee with the straw. a few minutes later her iced coffee was ready. she sat back down and took a few sips before returning back to her computer screen.

do it, matt. "did you- uh- did you want a scone?" he asked- even he was surprised by his own voice. "huh?" she didn't quite hear him at first. "a scone- i bought an extra one." he held up the extra scone in the bag. "oh- uhm- are you sure?" a slight blush creeped up on her face- and soon enough he felt his face warming up. "mhm- here you go." he handed it to her.

"thank you.." she waited for his name. "matthew, but you can call me matt- or- or matthew doesn't really matter." she giggled at his nervousness. "thank you, matt. i'm y/n." she smiled, looking away for a split second- the eye contact had gotten a bit too much for her and her face was so hot she was sure it was bright red by now. "you're welcome, y/n." her name rolled off of his tongue easily. the two have each other a smile and turned away from each other.

they both stole glances here and there. until a couple of minutes later when she was starting to pack up, matt had a mental battle with himself. what if she had a boyfriend? even worse- what if she rejects him? or what if he can't even get the sentence out? he sighed to himself. this might be the last time he'll see her.

"hey- uh- y/n." her head whipped from her bag to him. "yeah?" her voice came out soft. she liked this- the attention she was receiving from matt. y/n had always heard from her friends that the boys that went up to them were usually pervs and only wanted one thing. although she was a bit skeptical at first when he offered her his scone. he didn't bother her in a way that made her uncomfortable.

"can i- can i get you number? if that's okay with you, obviously. i- uh- i think you're really pretty. i would love to get to know you." his face beet red- he had obviously never done this before. as soon as those words hit her ears, she blushed. "oh! uhm- sure, yeah- mhm." she nodded, trying to hide her smile had was forming. matt's eyes slightly widen at the face that she had said yes.

"cool- i- uh- here's my phone." he grabs his phone from the table and he unlocks it and goes into the keypad so she can type her number in. "here you go. i'll hear from you soon?" y/n hands his phone back and fixes her bag on her shoulder. "yeah- of- of course! it was nice talking to you."

they soon parted ways.

later that day

unknown

hi, it's matt :)

from earlier today at the coffee shop

[tkachuktkaching]

Jayson Tatum and Matthew Tkachuk reunited with childhood classmate Jacob B. to recreate their famous bus photo at the ballpark today!

St. Louis Cardinals via twitter X

[annieqattheperipheral]

"Tricky" // feb 12, 2025

[marvelsgirl616]

☘️☘️☘️

[pascaloverx]

ENCHANTED

Summary: You have no desire to marry, yet your family insists otherwise, pressuring you to believe that you should. Amidst it all, you find yourself drawn to Guy Thwarte, who proves to be rather good company.

Author's Note: My slight fixation on Matthew Broome led me to create this fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it will be good. So, dear reader, if you enjoy it, please interact and comment.

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ONE

Hiding from the crowd is the wisest course of action. You are in no mood to feign happiness—at least not tonight. Slipping away into the duchess’s garden, you hope no one has taken notice. You settle into a secluded patch of grass, gazing up at the star-strewn sky.

"When will this ever become easier?" You hear Guy Thwarte murmur to himself before turning back toward the ballroom, where guests are either prying into one another’s affairs or twirling across the dance floor.

"If you happen to discover the answer, do let me know," you reply, realizing he has yet to notice you. A hedge conceals your hiding place.

"What exactly are you doing there?" Guy asks, stepping nearer, his gaze sweeping over the foliage in search of you.

You smile—surely, it is obvious. "Not to be painfully clear, but I am attempting to escape the crowd," you reply, smoothing the fabric of your gown.

He studies you for a moment, as though trying to make sense of your retreat. "I am fairly certain your mother is looking for you," he remarks, tilting his head toward the lively chaos unfolding inside the duchess’s residence.

"Then, I beg you, be discreet and do not betray my whereabouts," you say, pressing a finger to your lips in silent entreaty.

He hesitates, deliberating. "Might I have the honor?" Guy finally asks, his uncertainty laced with curiosity.

You pat the empty space beside you and murmur, "By all means." You have known Guy Thwarte for some time, but never have you been quite this close to him.

"And what brings you out here?" You decide to pry into Guy’s affairs, as there is little else to occupy you. You know that Theo, the Duke of Tintagel—one of Guy’s closest friends—is absent, having embarked on a journey.

"I am not in the mood for revelry, which is a shame, as the wine was excellent," Guy replies, though there is a certain restraint in his voice, as if withholding the true reason for his departure from the festivities.

"If it was that good, you ought to have brought a bottle for us to share," you remark in an attempt at levity. To your relief, it seems to have the desired effect.

"A grave oversight on my part. My apologies, Miss Y/L/N," he says, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, there is an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet recognition of this unexpected closeness as you converse beneath the stars.

"You asked me before why I am here," you begin, turning your gaze skyward. "I suppose it is only fair to be honest—I came because I feel suffocated in there. It is as if I am nothing more than an ornament, without soul or purpose beyond what society dictates. And that, as you well know, is to secure a husband and bear children." Your eyes remain fixed on the heavens, longing, for just a moment, to be a drifting cloud—free to admire the vastness above without a single care.

"And what do you envision for yourself?" Guy Thwarte asks, his gaze drifting to the clouds as they veil the stars above. It is a question you have never truly allowed yourself to consider.

"If my fate were mine to command, I would sail from one country to another, taste unfamiliar cuisines, and discover whether the sky looks the same in every corner of the world," you reply, imagining what it might be like to soar as freely as a bird.

"And you wish to do all this alone?" Guy inquires, a note of curiosity in his voice.

"I do not oppose the idea of companionship," you admit, shifting your gaze from the heavens to him. "But I do object to belonging to someone. To be frank, I have never heard a single person suggest companionship without it being a veiled proposal of marriage." You turn fully now, studying him, eager to gauge his reaction. He appears to be truly contemplating your words.

"The notion of belonging is often entwined with marriage," he muses, his tone carrying a weight of something unsaid. "But I do not believe it is something to be feared." There is something in the way he speaks, in the way his expression darkens slightly, that makes you certain—he is thinking of someone.

"Easy for you to say, Guy. In most marriages, the husband is treated as the superior," you reply, your tone more serious now.

"I know it may sound foolish, but in my parents’ marriage, I saw a couple who treated each other as equals, fighting every day for a shared future," Guy says, his voice steady, as if speaking of something deeply significant to him.

"The way you talk about marriage—it seems to be an important matter to you," you observe, watching him closely, wondering what thoughts are turning in his mind. Perhaps he is thinking of the person to whom he belongs, imagining what it would be like to marry them.

"But do not misunderstand me," he adds gently, turning his gaze back to you. "Your plan to explore the world sounds perfect, with or without a companion."

"Wait, stay still. There is something on your face," he says, reaching out to brush his fingers against your cheek, removing a stray leaf. For a brief moment, panic flutters in your chest at the unexpected closeness, but before you can react, he has already plucked it away. At last, you both rise to your feet.

"Look over there! It seems a star is falling from the sky," you exclaim, pointing toward the streak of light. Guy squints, trying to catch sight of it, though you suspect he might not have seen it at all.

"Make a wish. A secret one. Then press it to your heart with the palm of your hand," you say, drawing in a deep breath and willing fate to be kind. Though you are uncertain what exactly you are wishing for, you feel the weight of it all the same. To your surprise, Guy follows suit, humoring your whim by silently making a wish of his own.

"Ah, there you are! I have been searching for you all night," your mother’s voice rings out, startling you both. You turn to find her beaming, though the way her gaze flits between you and Guy suggests she suspects there was more to this moment than mere conversation.

"Am I interrupting?" she asks politely. "Not at all, Lady Y/L/N. Your daughter and I were merely keeping each other company," Guy replies with effortless charm.

"Mama, what was so important that you needed to find me?" you ask quickly, hoping to steer her thoughts away from any premature conclusions.

"The duke and some Americans, as well as the Marables, are on their way here. It will be wonderful for all of us! I cannot wait to choose your gown for the duke’s welcome fête," she announces, brimming with excitement. Meanwhile, you can feel yourself spiraling into quiet dread. Something tells you that everything in your life is about to change—for better or for worse.

[aboutanancientenquiry]

Pier Paolo Pasolini The Gospel according to St Matthew (1964)

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Connor Ingram, “X” 12.21.23

[askstmatthews]

In light of my sickness-induced absence and RDR2 pills, here is Illi playing Red Dead and Miles watching. She is shooting up something currently

[didanagy]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023-)

dir. susanna white

1.01

[thirty34four]

feeling lucky to be home 🏡☘️

[ariadnethedragon]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023-)

S1E3: The Perfect Duchess

[tkachuktkaching]

A continuation of Matthew taking the Stanley Cup around ST Louis, including his school Chaminade, and with his fresh cut still looks young enough to be a student there tbh, also visiting some of his other favorite spots this is adorable.

[sturnzwrld]

day 2 of my period and im FERALLLLL I just wanna fuck the shit out of this man sorry not sorry

the necklace 😫 the hair 😫 the eyes 😫 the BEARD

[maddiesflame]

Wallflowers layouts

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[pascaloverx]

MATTHEW BROOME

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