#and i'm so grateful i took that chance to buy a ticket to his show and see him live

[27demos]

everyone adores you (at least i do)

Matt Maltese in Manila, Philippines

Asia & Australia Tour 2023

[kteezy997]

What do you do when you are fixated on a celebrity and you’re a fan fiction writer but there are no fanfics about that celebrity? You write one(:

He's Out of My League: Part 1 // matt rife

It was the night that your favorite comedian was in your city, but due to his popular demand, you were sadly unable to score tickets to see the show. So, you and your friends went out instead. They wanted you to feel better and have a good time instead of being at home and sad about the comedy show.

It was after 11 p.m., and you were at a club with the lights down low. The music was loud as hell, of course, and there were people all around. You sat and sipped on your Amaretto sour, just people watching for a bit. Your friends were on the dancefloor and they barely let you get away for a breather.

Now, you were kinda wishing you weren't sitting there watching all the hot girls in there barely-there clothing. You'd never have the confidence to wear such cropped tops and strappy bralettes. You started to feel conscious of your own figure and your feelings of insecurity.

You looked across the bar, where several women were flocked into one spot. You wondered what the commotion was about. And then, someone moved, and you saw him.

It was Matt motherfuckin Rife.

You had to blink a few times, as you though your eyes were deceiving you. But it was him, and naturally, ladies-if you could call them that- were fawning over him. But who could really blame them? He was even more beautiful in person. You couldn't believe that he was actually there and you were seeing him with your own eyes and not through your phone or tv screen. He and his crew must have come out for drinks after his show. You never thought you'd be in the same room as him.

You wanted to talk to him, but probably not in the same way as the other women wanted to talk to him. You wanted to thank him for bringing you so much joy, and making you laugh, even when you weren't in the mood to. You had struggled with depression, anxiety, and negative thoughts for years, but Matt's personality and comedic timing had the power to bring you out of your head, and make you smile.

You certainly didn't want to annoy him, but you could see how humble he was by seeing all his content online. Usually, you were too socially awkward to approach anyone in a public setting that you didn't know, but this was different. You may never get the chance to see him again. It would mean a lot to you for him to hear how grateful you were to him.

You walked up to the bar, standing in a near vicinity of where Matt was. You waited for the bartender to come over so you could buy another drink. You felt nervous, and your body begin to tremble a bit. You took some deep breaths, in through the nose and out the mouth. Just start a conversation, you told yourself, it's not that big of a deal. Just a minute of his time, and that's all.

"Can I get you something, love?" asked the sweet bartender, startling you a bit.

"Oh, yes, um another Amaretto sour, please."

He nodded, "Of course." He grabbed the liqueur, and then began mixing it with the grenadine. He must have noticed you glancing over at Matt, because he said, "Oh, yeah that's Matt Rife. Dude's hilarious and chicks love him."

"Yeah, I'm a fan actually. Of his comedy, not just the way his face looks."

"Awe, that's sweet." He poured your drink into a chilled glass. "You know, you should go talk to him. I'm sure he'd love to talk to a genuine fan, and not just some girl that’s try to get him to take his shirt off.”

"Ya think so?"

The bartender plopped a cherry into your cocktail, "Go for it, honey." He winked before sliding the drink across the bar to you.

That was it, you were going to do it.

You took a drink, and nonchalantly looked over and saw that Matt wasn’t accompanied by any females at the moment. It was just him and a couple of his friends. You just hoped he wouldn’t be annoyed by you coming up to him.

Thankfully his back was to you, so he wasn’t watching you coming over to him. You carefully tapped him on his toned shoulder.

Matt stopped talking to the guy he was sitting with and his body turned toward you. The first thing you noticed were his icy blue eyes. Then his bright white teeth that peeked out some when he grinned at you.

Gonna tag my besties on here bc why not

@gatoenlaciudad @meetmyothersouls @ducktapebar

[kisspar]

Cute Angel & Husk Instagram interactions:

Husk's first post on Instagram, Angel lovingly asks for a picture with him as well. Husk's response? "😾" but... not a no?

Angel, looking completely exhausted after a long day, complains about his hunger-

Valentino is quick to point out in the comments that he forgot about Angel completely, so Angel asks to be picked up again as well as bring some food because he's starving.

Rat man reluctantly agrees to after he's done filming, but he wouldn't bring food because he already ate. Angel begs again, but to no response. So I'll take that as a no.

Cut to Angel's next post—

> Husk got Angel food <

Husk was the one who went out of his way to get Angel something to eat.

Look at Husk's face and tell me that isn't the typical tsundere 'It's not like I like you or anything, b-baka!!' look.

The situation probably went down like this:

Husk: "Here."🙄😾

*Shoves food in Angel's arms*

Angel: "Huh? For me?? Husky you shouldn't have~💖"

Husk: "Hmph. I-It's not that I care or anything, don't read too much into it! I just happened to buy extra. Don't think you're special, w-whatever just fuck off already🖕."

okayyy maybe not exactly like that but I can imagine 😌

Angel of course is grateful for this considerate gesture, especially coming from someone like Husk—So much in fact he continuously teased Husk about having a good time together.

But this goes to show how much Husk cares about Angel's well-being and isn't in is own little world despite pretending he couldn't give a fuck.

I meeean Husk didn't have to make a whole ass post gushing about the fact his crush gave him a ticket to his private show but.. 🤭

Unfortunately though due to Husk's heavy drinking he ended up passing out before he was able to go to Angel's show. However it actually seemed like he wanted to go? Husk didn't shrug it off like, "it's whatever" instead "Shit", he genuinely seems regretful he missed it.

But because he feels guilty about missing the show, he allows himself to make it up to Angel by watching their son Fat Nuggets.

Now despite Husk not being "a fuckin babysitter!" he still chose to watch Nuggets while Angel went out in order to make it up to him. He didn't have to, but he did anyway. Took care of him pretty well though, despite Nuggets being "a pain the ass" letting the pig eat literally all the cherries and limes.

I mean I dunno about you but this is some domestic co-parenting bliss right here. mhm.

Honestly if anything Angel is testing out to see how good of a dad Husk would be to Fat Nuggets change my mind. Angel could have asked a more responsible person but he chose the love of his life the drunk cat out everyone else to watch his beloved baby.

Husk wants some sort of reimbursement for his troubles and Angel points out that watching the pig was the favor he owed him but Husk complains though, asking Angel if he knows how hard it is to get the drink materials in hell. Angel gushes about the fact Husk uses his first emoji, and that he's willing to pay him back for his troubles with a private show just for him❤️

Husk declines the offer of course but in a "...I'm not doing that." sort of way, see now imagine him trying to hide his embarrassing blushing face while typing that out. 

(Also he allows the nickname daddy but not Husky...k)

Angel acts a bit offended claiming he's worth it and Husk's response is just "Jesus fuckin Christ..." but not denying it??

He's not shutting him down completely, or telling him to fuck off—he's just saying no to the sexual stuff in the most unconvincing manner. Which leads us to the most jaw dropping conclusion.

Angel Dust asks Husk go grab some shakes with him instead, and Husk actually agrees.

It's literally a date.

Now I wanna take this moment to talk about why this is so important and special.

Every time Angel has made any sort of sexual comments/advances towards Husk either on the show or Instagram, Husk shuts it down. Because he doesn't want Angel for his body, he doesn't just want sex from him or to become some fuck buddy like Angel assumes everyone wants from him.

In fact it seems like they’re both building up a genuine relationship between them from what we've seen from the posts, I feel like Husk doesn't to ruin it by sleeping with him. They seem to be getting closer and much friendlier than from what we've seen from pilot as of right now, but I believe Husk is still hesitant because he’s terrified of the idea of love, being loved, again. So he keeps shrugging Angel off like a thorn in his thigh when in reality Angel is the closest chance he has at love again. But due to a horrible past, he drowns his sorrows in alcohol which leaves him closed up.

He’s in denial of his buried feelings he’s hid away because drinking is much easier than facing your harsh reality and emotions. Which is why it’s up to Angel to break down these walls he’s built up. To prove to Husk he’s actually serious about him--So far Angel has taken serious initiative to show Husk he’s interested in him, not backing down even when Husk tells him to fuck off.

As it’s much easier to tell someone to fuck off than it is to admit you have feelings for them.

However instead of rejecting Angel's milkshake date invitation, Husk accepts.

He's opening up to the idea of having someone close again, he's letting someone be close to him.

It's important for both of them to experience love before sex with each other. Angel probably has never had sex with someone "out of love" and Husk had "Lost the ability to love years ago" which is why they both need to learn what it truly means to love someone before stepping into the bounds of physical intimacy. It’s why its makes it all the more special for them. 

THE DATE

They end up going on the milkshake date, things turn a bit messy than romantic—but hey look at fat nuggets cute lil tongue (´・(oo)・｀)

Angel straight up said "💖🕷️🐷😺💖"

It's official they're a family

[one-boring-person]

I Trust You.

Marko (The Lost Boys) x Chiraptophobic!reader

Warnings: very vague mention of abuse, but they do not apply to the reader necessarily.

Context: The reader suffers from chiraptophobia (the fear of physical human contact/touch) and has somehow found themself in a friendship with Marko, who has somehow managed to understand how to not constantly need to touch his friend to show affection, until they take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

A/N: This was interesting to write, so j hope it's turned out alright. I guess I took a little inspiration from Death Stranding's Sam, but I thought it would be fun to do which it was. I hope it's enjoyable!😊💛

Masterlist

It took Marko weeks to finally figure out why I always shied away from his advances, why I'd stared uncomfortably at his offered hand until he withdrew it when he'd tried to shake mine in greeting, why I always wore gloves even in the suffocatingly hot summer air (despite him doing the same), and why I wouldn't go near people I don't know personally, often doing my hardest to steer clear of others in general. Rather than ask, he tried to work it out for himself, observing my behaviour and mannerisms for hours on end, though he still couldn't get what was up with my actions. He'd had to ask for some help from the others, though only David and Dwayne could offer any plausible reasons as to why: maybe I'd been abused in my past and was now averse to unfamiliar human contact, or maybe I was a germophobe. When the young vampire had asked me about both, I'd quickly denied them, thinking that it is unlikely he'd understand the real reason for my odd behaviour. It was only when he saw another person try to shake my hand that he finally noticed the emotion passing through my eyes at the prospect, at which point it all clicked into place. I was afraid of the contact.

Explaining to him what chiraptophobia is was surprisingly easy, though he was a little disappointed by this fact, being a very touch-driven person when around others, even when not in a relationship, though he did manage to take it in his stride, taking time to inform the boys of this as well, in case one of them accidentally made me uncomfortable. He'd nearly ripped Paul's head off when the taller vampire tried to wrap his arm around my shoulders, only letting up when I told him it was alright, that there was no harm done, despite how uneasy I felt afterwards. Since then, Marko has become almost like a bodyguard for me, making sure no one ever comes into my personal space, all while keeping his distance, too, respecting my limits.

We became fast friends, so much so that he eventually told me his secret, revealing his true self to me on one of the nights we chose to hang out together, alone, on the beach, a night I'd never forget. Naturally, I'd been shaken by this revelation, but soon grew used to the idea, knowing that my friend would never hurt me, not intentionally. After a few months, I finally felt comfortable enough to let him touch my gloved hand, though it still made me feel a little uneasy, the sensation of another person's fingers on mine unfamiliar and disturbing to me, but it made the vampire unbelievably happy, a bright smile plastering itself across his face for the rest of the night. He tells me he had to fight off the urge to hug me, for which I'm very grateful - touching a covered hand is very different to being enveloped in an embrace. Since then, he's taken any chance he can get to hold or touch my hand, always beaming like a beacon when he does so, my discomfort in the contact fading a little over time, though I'd soon found that it was only with the curly haired blonde that my body reacted like this, having asked Dwayne to try at some point, to see if it improved overall. Having come up negative in this test, I gave contact one last try with David, who never seems to take off his gloves, only to find that his touch made me uneasy as much as Dwayne's had, despite the two layers of cloth between our respective fingertips. The memory still sets me on edge, though I am well aware it has nothing to do with either David or Dwayne, rather my own mentality.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel a hand slip into mine, though I quickly recognise the young vampire stepping in beside me, my stance relaxing again when my body realises whose touch it is, though my arm still remains a little tense, out of habit. Reassuringly, Marko swipes a thumb over the back of my glove, glad that I haven't rejected the contact yet, meaning I'm doing better than normal.

"Hey Stranger." He greets, grinning widely at me.

"Hey Blondie." I reply, smiling back at him in return, before casting a quick glance around for the others, "What'd you do with the other three?"

"They're around. Not sure where." The young vampire shrugs, dismissing the question quickly, "How was your day?"

"Not too bad. I didn't get much work done though, I was too preoccupied."

"Preoccupied? With what?" Marko inquires, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion, though his lips are still quirked up into an amused curve.

"That's for me to know, and for you to figure out." I chuckle, tapping the side of my nose secretively.

"Challenge accepted." He smirks, eyes lighting up at the prospect.

I smile at him as we walk, knowing he'll figure it out eventually, the answer being a little closer to home than he thinks.

"Anyway, how'd you sleep?" I question him, eyeing the Ferris wheel off to the side of the Boardwalk.

"Better than usual, actually."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Paul didn't snore so much for once, and David wasn't muttering in his sleep either, so it was pretty quiet, altogether." He explains, smiling when I laugh at the mention of David.

"Wait, David talks in his sleep?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone! And especially don't tell him that I told you, or I'll have my ass kicked to the moon and back." Marko grins, biting his thumb as if nervous, though I'm aware that this is one of his signature mannerisms.

"That's a lot of ass-kicking. Probably quite impressive to watch. " I muse, noticing his arm lift slightly, as if to give me a playful slap on the arm, as he normally would've done with someone else, only to briefly squeeze my hand instead, shaking his head in mock exasperation. I grin at him, before turning my gaze back towards the Ferris wheel, admiring the glittering lights in the black night sky, wondering what the view is like up there.

"Wanna take a ride?" Marko interrupts my thoughts, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Huh?" I blurt out, not having heard his question, quickly snapping my eyes back to his.

"Do you wanna go on the wheel with me?" He repeats, gesturing with a nod of the head to the great circular structure a little way away.

"I would love to, but I don't have any money on me tonight. I forgot my change." I say, somewhat remorsefully, using my free hand to pat my pockets to check for any loose coins, though I'm well aware I have none, having spent it all on food earlier in the evening.

"Who said anything about you paying? Come on, it'll be fun!" The blonde vampire promises, pulling me into the crowd, which parts around us thanks to his reputation (and choice of company), meaning no one comes into touching distance. At one point, my arm brushes past some surfer's bare bicep, which sends uncomfortable shivers and goosebumps through my body, the bitter, irrational fear that comes with it soon biting at the back of my mind, my pulse picking up slightly in response, my muscles turning rigid under my clothes. Marko notices this, briefly stopping to make sure I'm ok, before turning to memorize the surfer's face, most likely intending to take it up with him later, before we continue on, swiftly reaching the shortening queue for the Ferris wheel. Beside me, Marko fidgets and shifts in place, clearly eager to get on the rotating structure, his thumb between his teeth as usual, doe eyes focused on the ticket booth.

"Calm down, Blondie. The wheel isn't going anywhere." I laugh, watching the people around us as they amble to and fro, inching out of the way as a group of made-up girls push past, wincing as I brush against Marko, only to feel surprised when I don't feel the usual discomfort rising up in me from the contact, setting a train of thought into motion. I barely notice as the queue diminishes, only really returning to the present when we reach the booth, at which point Marko buys two tickets and leads me into one of the seats. An attendant comes over to help us secure ourselves, but Marko quickly stares him down, doing the job himself with efficiency.

Not too long after, we've reached a decent way off from the ground, our feet swinging gently in the air as we watch the Boardwalk from above, grinning and joking with each other as we take it in turns pointing out random individuals, making comments about them until the other laughs. At one point, the young vampire manages to spot David, Dwayne and Paul, making some sort of remark about how the leader's hair "looks like a pineapple from the top", before comparing the latter's to a mop. I do my best to hold back my laughter, but it only results in me nearly choking as he starts pointing out more and more likenesses between his friends and everyday objects, tears threatening to spill as I struggle to contain myself. It is only in this moment, that I realise one thing, but it takes me a couple more minutes to act on the thought that has sprung to mind.

Slowly, I pull off my left glove, teasing each finger out of their designated space with a deliberate hesitation, wriggling them a bit once I've exposed them to the air, enjoying the sensation of the light breeze around my heated digits. Marko makes a point of ignoring this, turning his gaze up to the star-strewn sky instead, only to snap his eyes back to mine when he feels a single finger touch the skin of his hand. Gingerly, I trace it over his knuckle, expecting to feel a rush of discomfort, my movements careful and calculated, knowing this is the first time in years that I've had deliberate contact with another person's skin. From my fingertip, it feels as if an electric shock has travelled through me, butterflies suddenly appearing in my stomach. Biting my lip when nothing bad happens, I continue this movement with the rest of my fingers, cautiously slipping my hand into his, enjoying the feeling of his icy cold palm against my warmed one, my eyes finding his shocked ones as our fingers intertwine. In them, I find a tonne of questioning, though he makes no move to actually ask, instead remaining quiet, carefully tightening his grip around my hand as he tries his best to feel as much of my soft skin as he can, the calluses from the handlebars of his bike rubbing slightly.

"What does this mean?" He eventually queries, elated that he can finally hold my hand without a glove being in the way.

"It means that I trust you. I've had no reaction to your contact, and I think it's because I enjoy being with you, and also because you've increased my confidence levels a lot since we first met. I've been trying to figure out why I'm ok with you touching me and no one else all day, which is why I was too preoccupied to work, but I finally worked it out." I inform him, telling him part of the truth - in reality, my trust goes a lot further than wanting a platonic friendship.

Marko is quiet for a moment, as if not quite understanding what I've told him.

"You trust me?" His voice is laced with disbelief, eyes fixing on mine again.

"I do."

Eyes widening again, he smiles, his other hand coming up, as if to try and wrap me in a hug, but the awkward positioning of the barrier, as well as the reminder of my usual discomfort, stop him in his tracks, his hand tightening around mine instead .

"I'm really glad you feel that way, (Y/n). Not many people do." He chuckles, referring to the naturally predatory air he gives off, being a vampire and all, still surprised that I let him touch me.

"I feel safe around you because I know you're my friend, but not many people can have the same claim." I point out, watching the view a little, enjoying the sight of the many glittering lights sprawled out before me, admiring the tiny orange specks of fires on the beach, as well as the rapidly moving headlights of a train passing through the outskirts of Santa Carla, most likely heading out towards the Bridge.

"Fair point." Marko agrees, still staring at our joined hands, which he continues to do until we reach the bottom of the wheel again, at which point he has to let go in order to remove the barrier from our laps. As soon as we're back on the Boardwalk, however, I slip my hand back into his, a small feeling of warmth welling up in me as I see the bright smile splitting his face, clearly happy that I've willingly made contact with him again.

A whistle behind us draws our attention, the sound belonging to a grinning Paul, who approaches us, along with David and Dwayne, who are both smiling at the sight of us, the latter more so than the former, though both seem glad to see their friend happy. As they come closer, I make eye contact with Dwayne, who lifts an eyebrow in questioning, a smirk making its way onto his face when I silently give him a nod, knowing he understands what it means.

I've fallen hard for the blonde vampire who's helped me get over my fear.