matt and the bad ideas

anonymous asked:

If it hasn't already been done (I know I haven't read them all yet) could you do 71 with matt and niel? I can't ever get enough of their friendship

71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?” 

The court is soup, stirring and humid, and Matt stares straight up at the ceiling, trying to catch a proper breath. He’s aware of Dan folded almost in half by the benches, holding a stitch in her side like something’s about to pop out. 

Nicky’s starfished a metre away from Matt, gasping dramatically with both arms criss-cross flung over his eyes. The rest of the team is hunched or stretched like roman statues, twisted in grotesque shapes to take the pressure off of their overworked ankles and lungs.

Inevitably, Neil is utterly solid on his feet, chest still heaving with exertion but eyes focused. Andrew passes him an unscrewed water bottle and they make eye contact for five whole seconds too long. Matt snorts, rolling away onto his front and grimacing at the sweaty peeling sound his uniform makes.

“Neil,” he calls, holding his own flushed cheeks. “Any ETA on when we can scrape ourselves off the court?”

“What?” he asks sharply.

“We just want to whither and die in our own homes,” Nicky moans.

“We have a half hour left in our regular practice plus we’re a month away from semifinals,” Neil says, incredulous. “We should be working harder than ever.”

“A month,” Allison repeats. “As in one month. As in what— over forty practices to go?”

Matt sneaks a glance and Neil has his arms crossed, his mouth sour. “The ravens will be—“

“Nope,” Allison interrupts,  “I’m sick of hearing about what Edgar Allan’s demonic fucking automatons would do. They don’t play by the same rules as us. That’s sort of the point.”

“We’ll be better fresh, Neil,” Dan says, still panting a little from her last lap. “You know what pushing too hard looks like.”

“And I know what not pushing hard enough looks like,” Neil snaps, harsh and echoey in their plexiglass cage. He swallows a couple of times, maybe trying to get the taste of his outburst out of his mouth, and then he looks away. “Some of you meet resistance and stop pushing.”

“I mean If I know anything about Q-tips, that’s what you’re supposed to do,” Nicky says.

“Your body resists for a reason.” Aaron grimaces, apparently upset to be agreeing with his cousin.

“Neil’s right,” Kevin says, and everyone groans. His eyes narrow, and he taps his racquet on the floor like he’s calling order to a courtroom. “We’re not improving. We’re stagnant, and we’re taking the extra bulk of the newbies for granted. More bodies doesn’t guarantee a win, we know this. We have to switch things up.”

“Switch things up,” Allison repeats, leaning back on her hands. “What would you propose, Queenie? You want us to switch jersey’s? Play on a basketball court?”

“The jersey thing sounds fun,” Matt says, sly. “Dibs on Dan’s.”

“Switch things up,” Neil echoes, and Matt watches helplessly as a bad idea dawns on him. 

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siriustblack  asked:

57 + andreil?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.

Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”

Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”

The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.

Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own). 

“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.

“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.

“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”

“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”

Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.

“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”

So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference. 

Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.

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The Truth Behind “You are My Heaven”

A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my fic You Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go. 

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Okay, I have to admit that maybe this was a bad idea. I guess trying to kidnap the princes fiancé was not the best idea. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?” She screams over the sound of the wind.

“I have absolutely no idea if I’m being honest!”

She growls, “Lance!” Allura tries to slap me but it was difficult for her because of the way she was placed on the motorcycle. “When we stop I swear on every particle of my quintessence that I will kill you!”

I let out a light chuckle, “Oh come on ‘llura, would you really do that to your brother?” I can’t see her but I know she is glaring at me, I can feel her murderous rage pooling behind me. “Just calm down okay. We are almost,” I pause. I didn’t know how to tell her. “Well let’s just call it home for now.”

Allura’s full attention was on me now. “What do you mean ‘let’s call it home.’” She sounds scared, “We are going home right Lance?”

I don’t respond to her question. She continues to ask me questions until I suddenly stop the bike outside the wood near where our palace was. I swallow, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. I get off the bike and shake my head softly. She looks up at me with confusion written all over her face as I hold out my hand for her, “Welcome home Allura.”

Tears begin to fill her eyes, “No. But-but Altea. Where are Mother and Father?” I close my eyes and turn my head away, biting my lip. I hear her gasp and begin to sob quietly. “Who,” She takes a deep breath, “Who did this?”

I give her a shaky smile, desperately wanting to lighten the mood, “Well I did just save you from the dirty assholes who did it, didn’t I?”

“No they couldn’t have. The prince, he-he promised.”

“Promises are meant to be broken. Kinda like the one you made to me.”

Her head shoots up, startled. Confusion masks her face when suddenly realization takes over. “Lance, you know I didn’t-”

“I know, you didn’t mean to abandon me all because you fell in love with the prince’s guard and not the prince.” I blink back tears. She acts like she didn’t hear the comment. I sigh, “Come on let’s go find coran.”

She perks up at that, “Coran? He made it?” I nod and she smiles happily. “I’m guessing you guys are all at Father’s favorite camping site?” Again I nod and smile. She begins to skip into the forest with a bright smile.

I sigh and trail behind her, the smile dropping from my face. I look at the trees and wonder what they looked like on the Galra’s home planet, if they were bright and colorful like the ones here on Altea. I raise my hand and brush one of the blue leaves on the Baobab tree, and then the pink one’s on the Boojum tree next to it. I continue to walk and think about the Galra’s home planet and wondering what made them do it. Slowly I found myself at the campsite, Allura looking at me with her arms crossed and her white silvery hair already put back into a bun.

I look down at my feet, kicking some dirt, “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

love in a time of social media

love in a time of social media
part one. shance. eventual nc-17.
alternate universe. lance is the king of shitposts and selfies. shiro is an artist who loves his dog and fatalistic humor. somehow, they fall in love.
warning! underage drinking and casual use of marijuana

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They meet online.

Specifically, they meet on tumblr. Shiro is an artist of middling popularity and Lance is a shitposter of the highest caliber. Shiro follows Lance months before Lance follows him; indeed, Lance is unaware of Shiro’s work until Shiro @’s him in a small comic.

‘I couldn’t resist,’ Shiro types below the image. 'Thank you for the inspiration, @lances-a-lot.’

Shiro—@white_iron—has a simple art style and a sharp sense of humor that makes Lance laugh out loud. He reblogs the comic, telling his followers to check it out, and proceeds to creep on Shiro’s blog. Lance’s first stop is Shiro’s small about section.

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New Man - Scott McCall

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary: (Based on Ed Sheeran’s new song ‘New Man’). (Y/N) goes to a party and drunkingly calls Scott. 


“Yeah Matt and I are going to Lydia’s tomorrow night. You?” I asked my friend loudly knowing that Scott was sitting on the other side of me on the next workbench. 

“No I can’t! My parents have grounded me after they found out what me and Ian had been doing in our ‘study sessions’”. I laughed and looked behind me to see Scott looking at us. He quickly turns his head away and I smirk. “Anyway, hows your diet going? You look so good!” 

“Oh, yeah. Um it’s great. I feel so energised!” I giggle trying to make it seem as real as possible. I felt so incredibly tired all the time and I just wasn’t in my right mind. “Matt and I have been hitting the gym like all day every day.” I could physically feel Scott rolling his eyes when he heard me. “Bells about to go.” I say as I check my phone. “I’ll see you Monday I guess. Have fun being grounded!” I wink at her as the bell rings and I walk off to my locker. On after grabbing my bag I accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh sorry! I- Oh hey Scott.” I smiled sweetly.

“Hey (Y/N). You look tired.” He says actually somewhat worried. 

“Nah! I guess I’ve been working out a little too hard” I giggle.

“You can drop the act, (Y/N). I know you’re not happy.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I say with a monotone voice. “See you tonight” I say and walk out of the school.


“Hey babe!” I say as I get into Matt’s car holding my cider. 

“Oi, watch the drink. Don’t spill it in the car.”

“It’s a cider Matt. Even if it does spill it’s not going to do anything.” I roll my eyes as he continues to talk about how expensive his car is and then goes on to talk about his training session. “By the way I love the dress. Can’t wait until tonight.” He winks and I cringe slightly. 


We finally pull up at the party and I quickly get out of Matt’s car. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and we stride into Lydia’s. Immediately as soon as we get inside Matt leaves me and goes to play beer pong with his mates. I go over to where people are dancing and I start letting loose.


“(Y/N) are you ok?” I hear someone ask after I stumble and fall onto the table where the punch is. 

“Yeah I’m flyinnnnggg” I smile. 

“Come on, I think it’s time you go to bed.” The voice says and they lead me to another blurry figure who sounds not too happy about the idea of leaving early. Next thing I knew I was waking up in someone’s arms slightly more sober but not enough to have bothered to look at who was holding me. I suddenly was engulfed in a soft blanket and realised I was back in my room. I waited what felt like a few seconds and shuffled over to look at who had put me down but time must’ve gone faster than I thought because there was no one in sight. Then, out the corner of my eye I see my phone light up and I drunkingly grab it and drop it on my face. 

“Ow” I whisper to myself before unlocking my phone and opening my contacts to text Matt that I’d gone home until I stumble across a much more interesting name. Scott McCall. I press on his name and after 3 rings he answers. 

“(Y/N)? You’re still awake? Go to sleep.”

“Scoooooootttt. I miiiisss youuuu.”

“It’s too late for this (Y/N); I’m tired.”

“I miss you though Scotty. I miss the way you kiss me and the way you hold me… and how good you used to f-”

“I’m in the car with Stiles. Watch what you say.” He says jokingly. 

“Do you miss me Scotty?” I heard a deep sigh on the other end and then felt a terrible feeling in my stomach. “Uh, oh.” I say and run off to go empty my insides into the toilet. I trudge back into my room and fall straight onto my bed, forgetting about the phone thats still sitting on my bedside table. 

“I love you Scott.” I whisper as I fall into a dreamless sleep. 


Monday at school I walk through the doors feeling as worn down as ever. Drinking on Friday night when I had barely anything in my stomach because of Matt and his stupid diet was a bad idea. I was just feeling better until I got a call from my friend yesterday saying she saw Matt hanging out with another girl and kissing her. I walked to my locker with my head down trying to hide myself from everyone. 

“Hey, you okay?” I look up to see a worried Scott who got even more worried when he saw the way I looked. “Jesus Christ (Y/N)” He pulled me into an empty classroom and hugged me as I began to cry. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” 

“Because, we’re not together anymore. You broke up with me and I’m still dragging you down.”

“About that. I was wrong. I thought that I wasn’t capable of protecting you while I have… you know… all this going on” His eyes flash gold and I sniffle. “But I realised that what’s the point of having this if I can’t protect people. Especially those I love.” My head snaps up towards him. “Look, I know you don’t remember but on Friday you said some things and it really got me thinking. I miss you too. Although you’re with Matt now…”

“Not for long” I scoffed. “Long story, don’t worry.” We stood in silence for a moment until I felt a tingle in my heart. 

“Can I have a hug? I’ve really missed you.” I mumble and Scott wraps his arms around me. I feel his heart beat and everything just feels right.


I’ll try to remember to edit this after I go do my chores but if I forget excuse any errors :) xx

funnyarseweirdo  asked:

Can you do an x reader imagine with pidge and if a kiss gets more heated, but get caught by Lance, hunk, and Keith. It seems like that could be funny 😁

The training room is busted and somehow Pidge and you were the ones fixing it. You guys were supposed to be on a romantic date, but Coran asked you guys to fix the training room. You and Pidge did not tell him no because you guys don’t want him to know you and Pidge are dating. You guys are secretly dating because you guys don’t want the lecture from Shiro about how dating a teammate is a bad idea and Pidge don’t want Matt to go over protected brother mode.

In the training room, Pidge was on your shoulders because neither one of you could reach this one control panel. “Can you stand still for one moment,” Pidge said while she tried to keep her balance. “It would be easier if you don’t scrum as much,” you said in a loving and playful tone. She quickly screwed in this one part, but when she was done, she started to scrum again. The next thing you knew you were falling ad Pidge landed on top of you. You both were okay and started to laugh. Both of you then sat up and then Pidge started to stare into your eyes and then smiled. “We missed our date, but I know how to make it up,” she said with a smirk. She then gave you a quick kiss on the lips.  You smiled knowing that was not a real kiss. You quickly grabbed her and started to kiss her passionately. Things were heating up between you two.

“What the what,” said a familiar voice. You both were startled and quickly moved apart. Then you guys quickly turn to see Keith, Hunk, and Lance mouths wide open. Both turn to each other and at the same time yelled “Don’t tell Shiro or Matt”. The boys, still stunned, did not respond. You had your hand over your face, wishing you locked the door. “How long have this been going on,” Keith said still with a surprised look. Pidge looked at you and then said, “about a month” with an awkward smile. The rest of the day was like Pidge’s smile, awkward, but after a couple of days, things got back to normal.

Things were actually better now that Keith, Lance, and Hunk knows because they help you guys hide your secret and it makes it easier to go on more dates. You thought things were going great until you heard Pidge. “I going to kill you guys” you heard her scream. The next thing you saw was Keith, Lance, and Hunk running and Pidge running after them. You then chased after Pidge and got between her and the three guys. “what the hell is going on here” you asked in a confused voice but before anyone could answer you saw Shiro and Matt running into the room. “Damn you guys run fast” Matt said out of breath.  It finally clicks and you then turned to the three guys with a not so happy face. “We did not tell them, promised,” Hunk said hiding behind Keith. “Allura told us and the mice told Allura,” Shiro said stepping in front of you and Pidge. “Stupid mice,” Pidge said under her breath. Shiro then excused the three guys from the room.

Long story short, you both got the lecture about dating a teammate can be a bad idea and teenage hormones. It was uncomfortable as it sounds. Then you guys got the ‘stop hiding big secrets from teammates and do not try to kill other teammates’ speech. Shiro told you guys how he is happy that you two are happy, but he is upset you guys hide it from him and Matt. He understands why, but you guys still got the lecture. After Shiro was done talking, he and Pidge left you alone with Matt. You then got the older brother lecture from him. He told you about how if you hurt Pidge, he will end you. No offense to Matt, Pidge is more than capable in putting fear into people. It was an awkward conversation, but you are kind of glad that Shiro and Matt know now.

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Spider-Gwen (2015)


Starring Emma Stone as Gwen Stacy/Spider Woman, Denis Leary as former police Captain George Stacy, Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock/The Kingpin, Jon Bernthal as police Captain Frank Castle and Holland Roden as Mary Jane Watson.

(WIP/Silhouette) Servant of Gorgeous 

sort of a small wip for an AU i’ve been thinkin about for a while now,,
basically its a servant of evil x eddsworld au where matt and matilda are twins and they’re royalty

summary: matilda’s the queen, and matt’s her “servant” who does evil stuff for her
due to the evil, stuff gets wild. poor matt.
(in this au their names are “matthew” and “mathilde”)


im kinda unsure if ill actually finish this project because,,, hoo boy,, 
(servant of evil belongs mothy
eddsworld and its characters - edd gould
“servant of gorgeous” idea/bad mouse art - foxesandknives/me)

Okay what if.....

Tomatoredd gets really bad nightmares ever since they broke out of the reject room. And like the nightmares are so bad that they actually DEFUSE slightly while sleeping. So one day they wake up and head to the bathroom like normal and that’s when they realize-

Their mouth is gone.

It’s not there, it’s just flesh. They start to panic, wondering how this happened, until they feel something wet coming from their chest. They look down and pull up their shirt, and see a gaping mouth smack dab in the middle. Apparently while defusing while sleeping, they somehow relocated their entire mouth. They started to calm down a little bit, since they’re glad they didn’t loose the mouth completely, but now they have to deal with THIS. They head over to Torm’s room and wait for him to come. When he opens the door, he’s caught off guard and asks if Tomatoredd is okay. All they do is point down, and Torm sees the massive maw in their chest. Torm gets as white as a sheet. He pulls in Tomatoredd into his room and starts asking them HOW this happened. The thing is, they never spoke with the new mouth yet, so all that came out was distorted moans. Even though they have no mouth on their face, they still wince in pain. Torm says to them to take it easy and stay in their room. The only bad thing is that they’re hungry. Like REALLY hungry. Torm and Tomatoredd sneak into the kitchen to eat, since Realistic Matt and ‘Film Buff’ Tom went to their jobs earlier. Torm never expected them to devour SO MUCH however. By the time they were done, half of the pantry and fridge’s food was gone. Their mouth hanged open, drooling and showing off it’s surprisingly massive tongue. Jokingly, Torm said do they want seconds, not knowing that they’re STILL hungry. They moan out yes, and Torm is just done of dealing with this. But at this point Scribble Tom comes into view and the duo is silent. Apparently Scribble Tom wants to play with Tomatoredd. Scared, Tomatoredd turns away and dashes to their room. There, they start to worry since they don’t want to scare him. Then Torm came into their room with a simple black pen. The game plan now is to draw a 'mouth’, while trying to avoid showing good ol’ Scribble the massive chest mouth. After a few moments of drawing a crude line on their face, they go out. Surprisingly, it went without a hitch, all the way into the night when it was dinner. Bad thing is, Realistic Matt and 'Film Buff’ Tom has no idea what happened, plus Scribble Tom would get suspicious if Tomatoredd didn’t eat. At the table, they kept quiet, and tried to 'eat’. The food just slid off of their face, onto their lap when nobody is looking. It was the most stressful part of their life. After everyone fined eating and left the table, the fusion lost it and started to eat just abou everything edible that they saw, since they’re sO HUNGRY. The house’s food was almost all gone. Looks like Torm now has to make a night run for groceries. Finally when it was nighttime, they went to bed. They got the same terrifying (yet familiar…..) nightmare, but when they woke up the next day, they was normal again. The thing is, this is not going to be the ONLY time this happens. Every few months, the get 'The Nightmare’ and they wake up with relocated or extra parts. The 2nd time this happens, they had a cluster of extra eyes that they couldn’t control, and they had to wear sunglasses indoors to try to hide them. The 3rd time they got some extra arms, and they wore a old coat to hide them too. The 4th time was the most 'complicated’ once since well…….. both of their eyes were on the palms of their hands. It was incredibly painful and all the fusion could do was moan in absolute agony and to try to keep their hands closed to avoid hurting their eyes.

Torm doesn’t like to talk about this issue. AT ALL.

But The reason why Tomatoredd is so reliant on Torm and only shows this off to him? Since he’s a fusion, Tomatoredd ASSUMED they go through this too, plus they’re more calm and collected while talking about defusion. The thing is, Torm never suffered from this, and they’re getting seriously nervous for him……

Full Moon Night- 1p2p AmeCan witches and werewolves

A birthday gift to my dearest darling little sister Miss Annie @vi-6w6

“What exactly… were you trying to summon tonight??” 

“Animal spirits,” Matthew answers. He doesn’t hear the strange tone in Alfred’s voice and he doesn’t quite turn around. “But I think I worked the spell wrong. They’re supposed to kinda appear out of the woods, but I haven’t seen anything so far.” 

“I think I found them.” 

Finally Matthew turns at his spot by the fire to look back at him. Alfred was standing quite still. One very large werewolf with pale fur standing on two feet was looming over him and snuffling at his hair. A second one- fur a glossy chocolate color- was on all fours, curling his body around Alfred’s leg and nuzzling his nose against his hands. 

Unsure what to do, Alfred strokes the wolf’s nose and head. 

“Yeah, I worked this spell wrong somehow…” 

“No kidding, dude.” 

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