So a little while ago I saw a post from @sir-scandalous talking to someone about how Matt would totally support Shance, and I decided to ask if I could make a short minific on it. I was told yes as long as I linked it to them ;) so here ya go, Sir! Matt as Captain Shance!
He really only noticed it a few days after he and Shiro had been reunited with the rest of the Paladins and all the information had processed. (He was still a little panicked about Katie being in space flying a giant green lion, what was up with that?!?) The Blue Paladin, Lance, was a pretty cool guy to hang around with. Matt had actually seen him around a few times at the Garrison, usually hanging around the big guy, Hunk.
The realization came like a staff to the face one night after dinner, if you could call green goo “dinner”. It was the way Lance acted in Shiro’s presence when the scarred man wasn’t looking, soft eyes and quiet sighs and tugging lightly at his sleeves or shirt, scuffing a foot lazily against the ground, quick glances away when the elder turned in his direction, the tiny smile from staring at him after a while. The signs of unrequited pining. Matt nearly choked on air when he processed this info a few hours later on his way to the training deck that night.
He shrugged off Keith’s concerns and decided to question Katie about it. Sure enough, less than an hour later he confirmed his earlier theory. Katie said that Lance looked up to Shiro, idolized him, though he knew he had his flaws but could care less, at least unless it affected the team in a negative way. No doubt about it. Lance had a huge ass crush on Shiro.
Matt grinned. More observation on the two targets was needed before he could attempt anything, but by the end of the month, you could bet your quiznaking necks he was going to figure out a way to make Lance into Shiro’s space boyfriend.
What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help his pals get some? Lord knows the last time Shiro got laid, or god forbid have a fucking date for once. Whistling cheerfully, he headed off to gather more information instead of his original plan of messing with the Gladiator on the training deck. Priorities first!
Wheezes oh god I hope this was okay!!!! But Matt would definitely scheme a way for Shance to be canon, maybe even Pidge and Keith get in on this, planning meticulously for weeks in order to get Lance and Shiro together~ a good idea, no? I had fun with this, hope you enjoyed! :3
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.
Hello Just need to vent. They Not sure who, put up James’s Tumblr and took it down again. Please if you read this please put it up and leave it up! It was part of him and the freind and family enjoy the music and reading about the amazing guy! I would for one would greatly appreciate it. I also have come to peace with his passing. I have to let home go and though he is gone…he will never be forgotten. I will be able to talk about him a lot in the future as the single “Don’t Go Dragging Him Down” is for him! Since I only read one good interview about him. I wrote this to defend him, cause again the guy I met and knew was none of those things. It happends to be the best song I have written thus far. Very excited for everyone to hear it!
He is in my mind, and thought so much still everyday. I wonder a lot, when I am alone and listening to music or just chillaxing as to what is he doing? What is he doing up there at this moment? I know when I really need him I can call, but I know others like Jon Naughtin are still needing him and Samuel Colt and Matt Rush. I Know just have to move on and let time take over now. He is always with me…..
AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.
“I had no idea karaoke would be so much fun!” I exclaimed, my arm around Brianna as we left the stage, heading back to the little room off of the stage. “It was absolutely crazy!”
“I knew you would like it.” She answered, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table. Passing one to you, you pressed it against your neck, hot and a little sweaty.
“I mean, it’s fun dancing and singing with all those fans, and it also gives us an excuse to wear these costumes.” You said, gesturing down to the corset and black skirt you were currently wearing. Your hair was curled and tousled upon your head, with heeled black boots. Brianna was wearing about the same thing.
Another FAHC headcanon, you know if Jeremy ever got kidnapped or held for ransom, like, yes, the other 5 would be after him in a heartbeat. But Trevor and Matt? They'd be long gone, pulling on years of Stream Team experience to rescue their boy. He was theirs first.
yessss. I love the idea of Stream Team being a smaller crew before they each join the Fakes. And I love the idea of them still being fiercely protective of each other still. So you bet your ass, the second Matt and Trevor hear that Jeremy’s been kidnapped, they’re out the door, rushing to find him and bring him back. And there’s no mercy. They will cut down every person in their path to get to their boy. It’s terrifying, the scene the Fakes find as they finally catch up to Trevor and Matt. A building just full of dead bodies, bullet holes through their heads and hearts. And they find Trevor and Matt fussing over Jeremy, berating him lightly for letting himself get caught and them having to save his ass, but mostly just relieved they got to him.
Geoff wants to yell at Trevor and Matt, for rushing off ahead and not telling the rest. But in the end, he’s just grateful his boy has two other fierce protectors.
Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!
A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]
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Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.