xander-matthews

[xander-matthews]

okay so im super sad already, i thought i’d found a home for my muses :( if anyone knows of any other groups or would just like to stay in touch, please come find me at @targaryenwriting​

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king-lottie·:

eyebrows curled at his words, head tilting to the side as she tried to make sense of what he had just said. none of his words explained what was going on, and frankly charlotte had only become even more confused. she had gotten used to the fact that xander did not have a way with words. whilst she had learnt how to decipher his order at the bakery, this was a new uncharted territory. “you..” she trailed off, before nodding slowly, finally making sense of the situation. “you got locked out. okay. i have no idea how to break into a flat, but we could try to find a locksmith?” she offered. “unless there is a friend who has a spare key.” she then lowered her voice slightly before suggesting, “or we could pick the lock. but i have no idea how to do that, and you have to be careful. if the police come then you’ll get in trouble.” she took a look around, relieved to see that the coast was clear. “i was just on a jog. don’t worry, i’m not in a rush.”

Taking a deep breath, Xander nodded. He wasn’t always this frazzled, of course. Sometimes he could do a perfectly fine job of functioning like a normal human being - unfortunately for Lottie it seemed she only ever got the frantic, running-on-no-sleep version of him that really did bring out the worst. “Yeah, Locked out,” he repeated, wincing. “My brother has a spare, but he’s in France. And I could find a locksmith...” Trailing off, he looked back up at her with a grin. “But where’s the fun in that?” Seeing her nerves at the thought of being caught by the police only caused him to laugh, and he shook his head as he loaded up a youtube video and handed the phone back to her. The words at the top read ‘How to Break a Yale Door Lock’. “Nothing you can’t learn on YouTube,” he responded, nodding again though this time much more enthusiastically. “You in? If your jog isn’t that important. No, not important. Time sensitive. That’s what i meant.”

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maxwellsking·:

Maxwell couldn’t help but release a quiet chuckle, shaking his hand dismissively. “It’s fine,” he told the other. “I, uh, figured you’d start running by now if you were mugging me.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Max then gave him a look of understanding. If he had to admit it, there were countless times he locked himself out of his New York apartment. “Oh jeez, I’ve totally been there before.” He paused for a moment. “You want me to wait with you? Are you trying to get in contact with a friend, or a locksmith?” He didn’t mind waiting with the guy, wanting to make sure that he’d be able to get back inside safely. At the question, though, Max couldn’t help but blush a bit from embarrassment, knowing he’d have to confess that he was lost. “No, no. I actually just moved here a couple months ago from New York. I, uh…I got lost while trying to find my way back to my brother’s place–he lives over at Heron Hill.”  

“This might be a new-age mugging,” Xander replied without hesitation, cursing himself for speaking. It wasn’t that he meant to say stupid stuff, it was just that what went on in his head and what came out of his mouth rarely seemed to connect. “Or I could be lulling you into a false sense of security, so that you don’t even realise I’ve stolen your watch, too.” Looking back to the screen, Xander followed the steps on the screen, inputting his address and what was needed before hitting send. Simple enough, he thought. If it worked. “Locksmith. Thought about googling the safest way to scale a drainpipe but I don’t fancy my chances much,” he responded honestly, pointing up at the building beside them before handing the phone back. “Can if you want - if you don’t mind spending the next half hour on a door step,” the blond offered, pointing to the stoop by the communal door. 

“Heron Hill?” Xander repeated, shaking his head. “You’re going the wrong way for that - that’s Pearl Heights. You might actually get mugged if you head down that way.” A small chuckle caught in his throat as he took a seat, throwing the melting ice lolly in the bin as he did so. “So New York, huh? New York to Bayhaven - don’t get much more different than that...”

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king-lottie·:

she had promised herself that she would resume her daily jogs as soon as the weather started to settle down, but who was she kidding? this was england after all, not california. if she was to be set aback by gloomy skies, then she was never going to get anything done. so she decided that today was the day, and she set off towards shearwater. headphones in her ears, a brand new pair of sneakers to serve as motivation, and a mind set on not giving up after the first five minutes. it was going great so far, until she felt someone grabbing her from the back. a small scream escaped her lips as she turned around, only to let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar face. “oh, hi. yes. yes of course. um…” she removed the phone from the arm strap and unlocked it before she held it out to Xander. “what happened? are you alright?”

Once he had blurted out his question, it took Xander a few seconds to focus, his mind solely on the melting ice lolly in his hand and the copious amounts of electronics that he had left plugged in. How long would it take for the house to catch fire, he wondered, the logical part of his brain reminding him that it was highly unlikely. Possible. But unlikely. “Fuck, Lottie,” he breathed, realising who he had stopped. A sweet tooth had, unfortunately for his dentist, brought him to her bakery more often than not. “Sorry. On another planet.” This was a perfectly valid explanation for Xander, though he knew it didn’t explain a thing. Taking her phone, he grinned, “I just need to google how to break into my flat. Where you off to?” Fingers moving rapidly, he began to google the question, before lifting his head to look at her again. “I’m locked out. Not turning to crime, by the way.”

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joaquinsmunoz·:

joaquin took the paper from xander with a nod, it was merely some dialogue he’d thought up while struggling to sleep the night before, he had been trying to fit it into the plot of his latest novel but was coming up short. most of his days trying to write were like that, some were better than others but it was a lot of throwing a bunch of stuff down and seeing what stuck. he slipped the paper alongside the others, some stained with coffee and others with handwriting so scribbled it would be a miracle if he could read them himself.

“cheers.” he echoed before leaning back in his chair, nursing his mug of coffee within his palm. he took another glance around the cafe, it would of course be the day he wanted to get some work done that the entire town would gather for a hot drink and pastry. eventually his eyes settled back on xander, joaquin wasn’t usually the kind to strike up conversation but what harm could it do. “didn’t catch any spoilers, did you?” he nodded towards the paper he’d picked up.

“What’ll it cost to keep me quiet if I did?” Xander asked, knowing he had barely caught more than a few words. Nothing that was worth anything to anyone - not even his mother who had blushed like a school girl and fanned herself down when she’d first seen Joaquin in the street when he moved to town. “Nah, you’re good. Don’t have my glasses on so I’m pretty much useless when it comes to reading.” 

Leaning back in his seat, Xander raised his mug to his lips and took a sip, the black coffee causing him to grimace. Truth be told, he’d never really enjoyed coffee, but it kept him awake and that was about all he could ask for at the moment. Nothing else had quite had the same effect. “You usually write your stuff in here?” he asked out of curiosity. The chatter going on in the background - not to mention his own imposition - could hardly be conducive to a good working environment, he thought. “You can tell me to shut up, by the way. if you’d rather i was quiet,’ with a laugh, he placed the mug back down with a soft thump. “I’m used to it."

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beauxharlem·:

Running was his second favourite thing to do. The way you can get lost in the scenery with music playing providing a nice soundtrack for the day. It was way for his mind to shut off, a way for him to absorb nature around him. A way for him to focus on nothing than a questionable early 2000s pop punk playlist and the steady rhythm of his feet on the pavement. He was so absorbed in his own bubble he didn’t even notice anyone else was around. It wasn’t until he was grabbed that he knew there was even anyone here. 

It took a few seconds before Beau realised he knew the person in front of him.The panic that someone was trying to mug him instantly and calmness watched over him. Beau paused his music and took out one of his knock off airpods. “Hey. Yeah no problem,” he replied instantly handing over his phone to the older man. “Everything alright? You seem kind of… Frazzled I guess?”

Once the phone was in his hand, Xander had a better idea - why bother looking up some fancy locksmith from out of town who would no doubt cost a small fortune and take hours to get here... “You mind if I text my brother?” it contradicted what he’d asked initially, of course, but it would be easier to just text his brother and ask for his spare key. And would probably save him some amount of embarrassment from the others in the building. It wasn’t like he actually knew his neighbours, but they definitely judged him whenever they saw him - he was sure of it.

“I got locked out of the flat,” Xander replied, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to say it was the first time he had done it but that would be a lie - back in Portland he had been a complete liability but his flatmates had always been there to help him out. Now, however, things were a bit different. “What do you know about breaking in to flats?” He asked, trying not to laugh. He couldn’t quite imagine Beau being a master lockpick, but it would at least be fun to try.

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hi so i’ll be around for most of the night, but am currently working on some fanfic and getting increasingly frustrated. but if anyone needs me, just drop me an im and i’ll get back to you asap :)

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xtaylor-greenx·:

Taylor is walking around town and trying to found a location for there next movie looking around to see if there any good ones as they pull out a cigarette light it up then take a puff from it and stops in there tracks. “Hmm this can be a good spot.” They said to themselves. @bayhavenstarters·

It’s by chance that he hears them speak, the break in songs meaning that the person’s voice carries and Xander pulls out his earbud in an attempt to hear what they had said. “A good spot?” he repeats, brow furrowed. “For what?” He’s mostly speaking allowed, though he can’t help but wonder if he’ll get an answer.

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freyedhart·:

‘Was’ being the key word. Freya can’t fault him, of course; as far as first attempts go, the balloon animal in her hand isn’t fantastic. At all. “I think I’d be getting fired if it were,” she says with a laugh, before giving the balloon animal one last look. Nope, it’s settled… the balloon animal is indistinguishable. “Or I could keep to making snakes ! Or… worms. She was a dog, by the way ! Which probably doesn’t help, either.”

“If you had those googly eye stickers you could make a pretty convincing snake or worm, I think,” Xander offers with a sincere nod, hoping she hasn’t been planning a change of career along these lines. “You know, now you’ve said it, I can definitely see a bit of dog in her.” It’s not much and he’s sure she can tell he’s not telling the truth so moves swiftly on. “How come you’re doing this, anyway?"

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maxwellsking·:

Maxwell had been quite the hermit since moving into his brother’s place, and although he could chalk it up to the fact that unpacking took a while, maybe two months was too long of an excuse to not check out the town. So he finally decided to take a walk around Bayhaven, checking out the other neighborhoods and people-watching the locals. He somehow ended up in Shearwater–or at least that was what the map app on his phone was telling him. Passing by a bookshop, he was about to text his older brother about meeting him somewhere for a late lunch when someone had suddenly started speaking to him. 

“Uh–?” Max glanced up, a bit startled as it took him a moment to process what the other was saying. “Oh! S-sure, yeah. Go ahead.” He easily handed the phone over, possibly being a little too trusting in a new town, but he noticed that the man had seemed frazzled. “Uhm. A-are you alright?” he decided to ask, a genuine look of concern on his face.

Taking the phone without hesitation, Xander’s fingers moved over the screen rapidly as he searched for the nearest locksmith. Truth be told, he would have settled for a criminal who knew how to break into flats but, based on the quick glance he had given the man before asking for the phone, he couldn’t imagine that petty crime was his speciality. As the search engine spat back a ton of results, Xander looked up from the screen, realising he hadn’t even said thank you. “Thanks, by the way,” he said, motioning to the phone. “Big help.”

The American accent had caught him off guard, despite there being quite a few Bayhaven residents from across the pond and as he selected the first result from the options, he found himself smiling. “Yeah, I think so,’ he responded, reading the address. It wasn’t so far - they could probably be here and done within the hour, if they weren’t busy. “I locked myself out of my flat and only had, uh... this, with me.” Raising his hand, he showed the other man the loaf of bread and the slightly melting ice-lolly he had purchased. “And my neighbour...nice enough guy, but he pretends to be deaf whenever he sees me in the street so I don’t think he’d be much use.” It was with a dry laugh that he shrugged - despite having been back in the town for almost two years, Xander hadn’t made much of an effort with his neighbours and it occurred to him that there was every chance this man was one. “You from around here?” he asked, hoping that he wasn’t going to be told they’d met before.

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mysterycflove·:

“well I certainly don’t want a mean dog!” anya points out with a soft laugh, shaking her head. “I’m not opposed to adopting an adult dog either. I suppose the kids’ll find one they like, regardless of age. puppies are pretty cute though. most baby animals are.” 

“Yeah, might be best to leave her pups. Sure there’s got to be some sort of genetic thing...” Shaking his head, Xander laughs. There is a time and a place to get into his weird theories and now is not it. “You ever seen a baby panda?” he asks, thinking of the pink blobs that had taken him by surprise as a child. “Weirdest looking things i’ve seen.”

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lucillemontano·:

lucille wasn’t from shearwater, but she did her fair share of exploring and visiting other neighborhoods depending on which friend she was going to see. from heron hill, it was obvious she came from money as she stepped outside of her range rover gleaming in cartier. while on the phone, she felt someone approaching her and took a step back.

“you want to borrow my phone to google something?” she held her laughter behind a smile. he was going to do no such thing. born and raised in new york, she knew better than to trust a stranger - let alone with her phone. for all she knew, he could be a thief or an informant for her father, who she knew had been let out of prison. he was probably lurking around, waiting for the right moment to rear his unruly head. “i’m gonna have to…pass.” she let her laughter out now, full of judgmental scorn. yet, after realizing she wasn’t acting like someone capable of change, lucille straightened her posture and huffed. “what do you need to google, lost boy?” 

He should have expected the response he got - it was clearly a stupid request - but she caught him off guard and he stared, blinking at her for a second before responding. “Yeah, I need to Google something,” he repeated, as though that cleared everything up. This was a problem of his, he knew, something which affected his work life and his personal: when he thought something through, he simply expected everyone else to understand what he was thinking but, as he begun to explain himself, he heard her pass and frowned. “Okay well...” 

Instantly, he moved to walk away, to find someone who would be able to help him get back into his flat, but Lucille - he was sure that was her name though, admittedly, he couldn’t remember ever speaking to her since he’d come back to the town - spoke again, stopping him in his tracks. “Locksmith,” he said simply, shoulders raising in a shrug. “Went to the shop and forgot my keys. Phone’s in the flat so I can’t use that and I’ve got enough electronics plugged in up there to spark a fire if left unattended...That a good enough explanation for you?” He added with a laugh, mostly to mask how uncomfortable he felt.

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sofiameds·:

& / *  xander-matthews· !

Oh, if she has to hear one more rendition of Gimme Gimme or I Dreamed A Dream, Sofia may have to genuinely consider euthanisation. They’re talented kids really, but that doesn’t make their song choices any less awful. Still, another work day is over, and she’s heading back home, wrapping her cardigan further around herself when she spots Xander. He doesn’t exactly look happy. Until she moved to Bayhaven, Sofia had never been able to afford her own place; Los Angeles and London aren’t exactly forgiving in terms of rent prices ( one more so than the other… ) but the humble little Shearwater is far more generous. In the excitement of being able to cover her rent and bills on her own, she hadn’t quite realised how much she valued the company of other people. Still, having neighbours that keep her on her toes is a fine substitute for now, and she supposes she should make the most of the privacy; when she goes back home, she knows it’ll be back to living with friends or trying to find a roommate. 

“Yeah, sure,” Sofia says the second he addresses her, fishing into her back pocket for her phone and handing it over. “What’s up ? Did something happen ?” she has to ask as she hands her phone over after unlocking it, her brow furrowing as she looks up at him — and believe her when she says she has to look up at him. Sofia stands at a very unimpressive five-foot-nothing, but at least her lack of flatmate means there’s nobody to laugh at her when she’s standing on the kitchen counter to get into the cupboard. Oh, well. “It should connect to my wifi from here, to be honest. I’ve got data if not.”

It’s through sheer luck that the first person he grabs is Sofia - lord knows that even in Shearwater, there were plenty people who wouldn’t stop to help him. If truth be told, he wasn’t even certain that he would stop if someone was to grab him in the middle of the street and ask him for his phone. Especially not to google something. Even he had to admit that it was a strange request. As she hands over the phone, he pauses, offering her the ice lolly and bread in exchange, a part of him sure that this shows some sort of trust worthiness. “No keys,” he says, absent-mindedly, before starting to type ‘Bayhaven Locksmith’. Taking a second to look at her, Xander shakes his head. “They’re in the flat. And the door’s locked. And all I have is...” He motions to the ice lolly and the bread. “And thirty-four pence.”

While scanning over the options that Google has returned, he frowns. Not one in the actual town, though many were available nearby. “What happened to that old man who used to do locks and stuff? With the one eye?” Brow furrowed, he realises his question probably means nothing to Sofia, who would probably never have meant the old man in question. Was he even a locksmith? Maybe he was just a petty thief who knew his way about a lock... “Sorry. Doesn’t matter. I... Did you always live so close?” He asks, noting that the WiFi is, as she said, connecting. “I always thought you were down that way...” Pointing down to the bottom of the street he turns back to he, his brain already onto the next plan. “You want to help me break into the flat?”

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mhrris·:

Maggie hadn’t noticed Xander until she really took a close look at who was standing over her. “Probably both, if we’re being honest,” she laughed, finishing up her last sentence before giving him her full attention. “Only about thirty minutes or so. Not too long,” she shrugged her shoulders. To be fair, she could spend hours and hours at the beach regardless of the weather. “Do I? I don’t feel cold. I guess I didn’t notice the temperature because I was completely lost in my note taking.” Glancing at the book under Xander’s arm, she quirked a brow curiously. “What are you working on? Have you been drawing?” Being more of a math and science person, anything of artistic nature was new territory for her. 

Xander had a habit of getting engrossed in his work too, forgetting to eat or sleep more than he would care to admit but still - he could recognise when it was too cold. Tugging his leather jacket a bit closer he shook his head. “It’s fucking freezing,” he said, incredulous. This was the problem about staying near the beach. As beautiful as it was, it was still Britain and more often than not there was a chill from the water. “What are you taking notes on anyway? Anything worth getting excited about?” Scrunching his nose, he glanced at the sketchbook before tossing it down beside them. “Nah, couldn’t get anything down today.” Unless you considered the thick, black scribble across everything he’d done. “One of those days.” 

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mysterycflove·:

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” the brunette admits, amused at the thought. she knew she was lucky though, that her kids got along so well. “hm. I dunno. medium, I guess? a great dane would definitley knock me over in about two seconds.” 

ander’s eyes widened at the mention of the large dogs. That was exactly the sort of thing he’d want, if he didn’t live in a flat. Some huge dog that bounded about the place. “Not if you trained it,” he offered. “Mostly. Imagine a big, massive dog running along the beach with your kids running behind it. It’s like something out of a movie.” With a chuckle, he shrugged, “i think Mrs Langford down the Cove has a Pomeranian that’s about to have pups. Her dog’s a bit of a bastard though. Bit me a few times.” 

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How would I go about getting one of those extra large slushee machines for the flat? Asking for a friend. The friend is me. 

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