#foster notmatty

[phoebeyates-archive]

○ location: phoebe's apartment ○ status: closed for @foster-notmatty

The panic of the text she sent didn't set in until she saw the familiar three dots indicating Foster's response. And then it hit her like a train.

What was he going to think? Did he think it was a come on? What kind of sane, rational person invited someone to their apartment late at night because they 'couldn't sleep'? Phoebe re-read the texts back. Oh god, it sounded like she was coming onto him.

Not that she wasn't into him, she was. From the minute he joked about museum heists in the bar the night they met she liked him. But if her past was any indication, that meant nothing. He probably saw her as a friend at best, or a sad sack who couldn't cook and thus taken pity on her at worst.

But then again...he did agree to come over, right? Who would just come over this late if they weren't expecting something? What would he think if he came over thinking it was something else than it was and she wasn't like prepared? Phoebe made the mistake of glancing at herself in the mirror above her fireplace. Greasy hair, pyjamas that were on the fourth wear in a row and needed to be washed. Dark circles under her eyes from her trouble sleeping. Yeah shower first. And whilst she was in there, maybe shaving because...well, just in case.

When she got out of her shower, she quickly made her bed, and then started the task throwing the random items on her nightstand into her bedside drawer. Maybe leaving the stupid cherry flavored condoms she bought with Parker the other day on top of the pile...just in case. No use shoving them away where you couldn't find them when you really needed them. Phoebe wondered if Foster would bring any. She knew a few guys who carried condoms in their wallets no matter where they were going, despite the fact they proved to be less effective when used due to the friction and stuff. She shook the thought out of her head, not helpful.

The next issue was what to wear...because if she shoved on her sweats it would look like she wasn't even trying, but if she put on the one sexy nightgown she for some reason owned, it would look like she was trying too hard, right? In the end, she settled for yoga pants and a sweatshirt, and a bit of concealer so she didn't look too tired or sicky Victorian child ill, and poured a glass of wine to calm the nerves, even though there was no reason to be nervous, right? Then the buzzer rang, and she buzzed him up, and just awkwardly stood in her doorway as he made his way up the hallway, smiling despite her head being in a complete spin.

"Hi."

[cjwelford-archive]

○ location: holiday markets, 17th december 2023 ○ status: closed for @foster-notmatty

In hindsight, maybe CJ shouldn't have just wandered off from Jeanie when he decided to take a leak, or established some sort of meeting spot if they were going to separate for a while. Due to the crowds, his phone signal was hit and miss, but he received a text at some point from his roommate about how she was at the schnitzel stand (the crappy one). Having a brief idea of where that was, he began weaving his way through the crowds in a fervent attempt to find her.

CJ stopped short, however, when his path meant he had to pass Just Foster. He hadn't seen him since his run-in at the gym, and would be fine with never seeing that particular dick again. But then, CJ reasoned, it was Christmas, and he wasn't a dick, so he could play nice. "Hey man!" He greeted, ambling over to him, smile as bright as the fairy lights surrounding him. "Didn't take you as a market guy. Having fun?"

[max-cortez]

location — outside of a touch of ink.

character — @foster-notmatty

The setting sun was a reminder of how long his day had stretched onwards, every minute having been spent with one particular woman on his mind and how seeing her broken on the kitchen floor had left something stirring within him that he feared he'd never be without again. The cigarette between his fingers had nearly burned out, his thoughts having reeled him into thoughtless submission. It was the sound of steps nearing that caused the tattoo artist to lift his head, a soft smile tugging lazily at the corners of his mouth as he spotted the male coming closer by the second. "How's it going, Chef? Got any of that grub on you?" He was teasing, mostly, but his stomach turned at the thought of food.

[alesolcno]

— characters: ale & foster — setting: somewhere downtown — partner: @foster-notmatty

It'd been a long day of chasing down a dead-end clue. After driving two hours outside of town to only end up coming back empty handed left Ale feeling her exhaustion.

It wasn't the usual type that a good night's sleep could fix either. The weariness was bone deep and had wrapped inky, sticky fingers around her soul.

The sound of footsteps lifted her eyes and the brunette did her best to push some sort of small friendly expression forward. "Hey," the photographer said casually, "do you have a light by any chance?" A beat later with a soft, quiet laugh, "and a cigarette?"

After scouring her bag she'd been unable to find her vape and because of that she didn't carry cigarettes anymore. What she really wanted was to be ten drinks deep into a stupor, but nicotine would be nice for the anxiety as well.

[cheyohara]

— characters: chey & foster — setting: the after wedding brunch at amelie's — partner: @foster-notmatty

Even though Chey was more of a beer girl and tended to stick strictly to that when it came to drinking, she'd collected two cocktails that were served specifically for this reception. Themed to the brides in celebration.

In a nice, almost verging on casual dress Chey approached a familiar face and offered the cocktails over. Her feet were aching and she hated herself just a little bit for slipping into heels, it was funny how quickly her soles had forgotten the arch in the months she hadn't worn anything other than a variation of her sneakers. "Want one of these?"

Selfishly, the professor pushed the drink sans cognac toward Foster in hopes he'd take that one. If she was going to take the plunge then she would prefer the drink that she figured she might like a little more.

"So, are you crashing, or do you know one of the brides?"

[phoebeyates-archive]

Her limbs wrapped round him tighter, and where one of her palms was splayed across his chest next to her head, she rubbed in calming circles, something that always helped Phoebe relax, hoping it'd have somewhat of the same effect on Foster. It's a miracle you knocked on the door. She wanted to say, but didn't. Too much. "It's a miracle I haven't thumped you for talking when I'm trying to sleep." She teased instead, heavily aware of the irony and her hypocrisy, pressing a gentle kiss next to her hand. "In the morning." Phoebe promised, speech slurring with tiredness. They still had a lot to discuss, things they probably hadn't even considered in their emotional states, but right now, with him here, it was enough for Phoebe to say it was all good and fixed. Like it'd never happen again. And if that was good enough to lull her off to sleep, she'd take it.

"It's a miracle you keep me around," he teased. But in light of the last week, the words hit heavier than he intended. It was lucky he was here, after the shitty way he'd treated her — a bath and an orgasm could only make up for so much.

[tefibetancourt-archive]

availability / @foster-notmatty setting / frontier foods, around two in the afternoon.

rest in peace, tefi’s future. 

she had built up a house of cards with some admittedly flimsy fucking cards, and within a month, her husband blew them all down without even speaking a single word to her. her fiancé refused to believe that foster was avoiding her—she had to concede that it did sound a little ridiculous, but trying living the experience, ralph!—and his avoidance was the whole reason she was stuck in providence peak. did that fit within the definition of irony? she didn’t actually know, but that’s what it felt like. that, or karma decided to mete out a very specific punishment of keeping her in some mountainous hell where she couldn’t move backward and couldn’t move forward. ralph threw all her belongings out and froze her credit card. foster refused to speak to her and seemingly vanished into thin air any time she caught a glimpse of his head. no one was willing to give her any money for a plane ticket back to los angeles and she refused to crawl back to philly with her tail between her legs, if she could even make it back home.

the blame laid at foster’s feet, and the fucking coward that he was, he refused to take any responsibility for destroying her future. so, she had decided that she was going to mete out her own version of justice. she was going to take foster’s life and completely rip it the fuck apart, whether he liked it or not. whether he avoided her further or not. so far, her sabotage had been simple things: talking shit about him to anyone that would listen, putting a hair in her food while dining at amelie’s and making a big scene about talking to the manager, and throwing an egg at his window. little things. annoying things that, honestly, didn’t do much in the way of life-destroying. it was a slow process, though, she just needed time to cook up something really good! 

that afternoon had actually been a rare opportunity: she saw him before he saw her. shopping for some groceries to make up for still living on the couch of her savior a month later, she finally got a glimpse of the elusive foster. at first, she froze. it felt like sneaking past an apex predator, or staying still so the t. rex wouldn’t see her. after a month of him slipping from her grasp, there and then disappearing into smoke in the next second, tefi finally had the option of a sneak attack. she considered grabbing a red bull can on the shelf next to her and throwing it at his head, but considered that it might kill or maim him—it was hard to get justice if he was dead, after all. her body caught up to her mind and she started to move.

“MATTHEW FOSTER!” tefi’s voice boomed through frontier foods, louder than the overhead speaker announcing some three-for-one deal. she charged down the aisle, white cowboy boots stomping noisily on the linoleum. once she was close enough, she whipped around and grabbed onto his cart so he wouldn’t be able to run away from her without all his groceries. “hi, husband.” tefi announced loud for all to hear, hoping someone rather gossipy would overhear and report around town that foster was married and, technically, fucking around on her in the legal sense with his new little girlfriend. “long time no see, huh?”

[emelinecormier]

— matty foster emmy's apartment, downtown.

Sometimes, they'd find themselves waling around dimly lit alleyways on the backstreets of Providence Peak. Other times, they'd take up on her stoop or a park nearby. That night, she'd invited Foster into the warmth of her apartment, one that might not be hers for much longer if she stuck with her commitment of trying out actually living with her wife while subletting her own apartment. It was weird, how quickly they lived together when they first dated and how hesitant she was now. A lot had changed, though. There weren't a lot of suburbs in Baton Rouge, so naturally they'd lived in the city, a place where Emmy had always been happy. Now that Verda had a solid grasp on the suburbs and a dog, she couldn't help but wonder how she fit into it all. "Feel free to help yourself to come leftovers," She suggested, dropping the bags she'd brought home from the restaurant on the table, pulling out the containers of still-hot food before turning to Foster. "You want a drink? I've got water, beer, shitty beer, and wine. If I were you, I'd go with the shitty beer, but that's just me." The chef was always inclined to a good Bud Light over any locally crafted bottle that ended up in her fridge. She dropped some plates and forks onto the counter beside the table and glanced at the view from the windows of her apartment that towered high above the dark streets of the city. "Gonna be hard to give up that view."

@foster-notmatty

[carlavillanueva]

Characters: Carla Villanueva & Matty Foster (@foster-notmatty) Location: Carla's place, Bighorn Hills Closed Starter

It had been a long day at work and Carla was looking forward to just going home, taking a warm shower and spend the evening with a glass of wine all snuggled up with Ollie. Dressed up in her warm pyjamas, she sat down on the couch and was putting in an order for pizza when she heard the doorbell ring. Ollie ran over to the door, his little barks greeting the human that Carla had totally forgot was meant to come over. "Shit. I'm coming!" She yelled as she forced herself to get up from the couch, taking a quick look at the mirror before figuring that Foster had seen her in worst shape before. "Hey. Sorry for this. I totally forgot you were coming by. Good thing I haven't ordered pizza yet," she told him with a chuckle after opening up the door to let her friend in. "Wait, do you feel like pizza? Because we could totally get something else if you're not up for it."

[theaxharris]

character: Matty Foster @foster-notmatty

location: Holy Spirits

Thea had extended an invite to plenty of people who she didn't see very often to stop by Holy Spirits since it was the best way for her to catch up with people. Not every time did someone take her up on the offer, but when she watched Foster come down the stairs a smile spread across her face, happy he'd done so since she actually had really enjoyed catching up with him. And she just happen to be at bar tonight since schedules had to be moved around. "Hey! It's been awhile, huh? How's life been since then?"

[leilabarak]

closed starter for @foster-notmatty at the break room

There was not a world in which it made sense to allow Leila Barak into the Break Room. The already chaotic activity of busting things apart and throwing axes around was a recipe for disaster with a normal person, let alone with Leila. Yet, there she was bouncing around the axe throwing area with a sharp one in hand, grinning over at Foster as they got set up with a lane. "I've never done this before. I'm really good at carnival games, though, and this is like, kind of the same." She could throw darts or baseballs or rings, so why not also an axe?

[phoebeyates-archive]

○ location: elevator of office buildings (general), two weeks after incident ○ status: closed for @foster-notmatty

If she were to be honest with herself, thinking about Foster fucking hurt. And being alone in her apartment - the apartment they first hooked up in, the apartment they unceremoniously ended their arrangement and overall friendship in - didn't help, and every time she was reminded of it, it was like a wound in her heart opening all over again, ripping at the stitches and causing it to bleed out everywhere..

Running a last minute errand for Aslihan (anything to get out of the museum, truthfully), she had ended up just squeezing into an elevator, rammed with more people than was possibly safe, letting out a sigh of relief when a majority of the crowd flooded out at a certain floor, though it was short-lived when only one other person remained. Foster. Of course. When it was clear no one else was joining, the doors slowly sliding shut and sealing their fate, she crossed her arms over her chest, letting the silence fill the space between them that strangers did moments before, occasionally glancing looks at him, her own way of checking he was okay since their last interaction. She hoped he was, she couldn't bear the thought of him being anything but.

Then he turned - must have noticed her not-so-subtle glancing - and all Phoebe could do was look back at him; embarrassed by being caught, embarrassed by the person she had been that horrible night. "Hi." It came out as a shaky breath, like it was almost forbidden to talk in such a tight space, the ringing in her ears so loud she almost didn't hear the scraping metal sounds of the elevator surrounding them.

[elliot-chapman]

Characters: Elliot Chapman & Matty Foster (@foster-notmatty) Location: Holy Spirits Closed Starter Prompt: Chocolate

The upcoming holiday holiday and the subsequent event that Thea was organizing meant that things got incredibly busy at the speakeasy. Preparations were in full swing and as the future husband of the owner, he felt like he had to give a helping hand with the heavy lifting. It also served as his workout of the day, so he wasn't really complaining. As he carried a box full of heart-shaped chocolates from the loading truck to the entrance, he noticed a man making his way in. "Hi, can I help you?" He called out, not recognizing who it was at the door.

[max-cortez]

location — a touch of ink.

character — @foster-notmatty

Slow days were few and far in between, but they happened nevertheless. Most of the day had been spent on personal projects and the one walk-in he'd done might as well not have counted. "Please tell me you've got something for me to work on or talk about," he greeted in between exhaling the smoke he'd been holding deep in his lungs. If he couldn't work, a smoke break wouldn't hurt, right? "We've had a total of one walk-ins today and she wanted the infinity sign on her wrist. Took me longer to take her payment than it did to finish. Didn't even use the transfer paper. How you been anyway?"

[jeanieprabhakar]

location: jeanie's apartment, the holiday party (dec. 23rd)

status: closed ( @foster-notmatty )

Barely a second after the door swung open Jeanie had launched herself at Foster, tugging him into a half hug while the cup in her raised hand sloshed dangerously. “Hey! You made it!” She pulled back beaming and ushered him inside before making a beeline for the kitchen. The party was in full swing, friends scattered everywhere, music blaring and the lingering smell of mulled cider filling the air (CJ and Seb had "helped" Jeanie make it earlier, so naturally half of it was still staining the counter). She had to raise her voice to be heard. “Help yourself to drinks, we've got everything. Eggnog, Bailey's, cider... normal drinks too. Beers are in the bathtub! Knock yourself out. Just maybe avoid the punch. I don't know what Seb put in there, but that shit is lethal. I mean, go nuts if that's your thing, just... be warned. Hey, you want some antlers? We've got a bunch.” She pointed to the twinkling reindeer headband she was wearing with a grin. The nose lit up.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

Figuring out last minute details concerning the wing has been a tedious task all day. While Fridays were typically her work-from-home day, Aslihan had to spend it at the museum instead. Mainly consisting of meetings and phone calls to the wing's partners in Egypt, trying to figure out which items will be added to the collection and which ones will be exchanged and sent back to the museums. She felt bad for having Phoebe go off schedule, yet she fortunately was a trooper. And it probably didn't hurt that the Egyptologist has mainly been in the meeting room all morning. Yet, as one of them ended earlier than expected, Asli had been heading back to her office. On the phone with Jasmine and Erica, her and Eli's mums watching over Rhia today while spending time together to prepare for Shabbat that night. With lunch just around the corner, the woman was ready to take her break. Well, more exactly, to eat something that Eli had prepared for her, knowing that she would've forgotten to get her own lunch if he hadn't, while working on some more paperwork and making another call or two. However, what she hadn't been expecting to open her office door and to see a complete stranger. Aslihan gasped, dropping her phone as one hand was placed over her heart and the other quickly went to her right hip, her small pepper spray can hidden beneath her blazer. After everything with her attacker and him never being caught, she refused to go anywhere without it. "H-Hi," she said. Her breathing shaky as she kept some distance. "Can I help you with something...?"

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @foster-notmatty