#thread: matty2

[chessyhoward]

Chess fought with, and ultimately failed at, attempting not to blush a deep red at Matty's words. The woman was no stranger to a vain endeavour - she'd often spent hours infront of her digital camera, stacked up on a clumsy plinth of glossy fashion magazines as she captured content for her Instagram. It was different than being drawn, however, she was certain. For one, Chess had absolutely no control over how Matty saw her. When she framed her photos, or even when she was Ivy's subject, she almost always knew how she was going to look in the finished product.

"Like one of your French girls?" she teased, the quip slipping from between her lips thoughtlessly, immediately followed up by trying not to think too hard about the scantily-clad Parisian girls in Jack's charcoal drawings. Chess doubted Matty was a stranger to a pretty French person in a beret, in nothing but a beret, possibly holding a croissant... why was it when Chess imagined Matty's painting and sketching sessions, she always imagined him as some kind of sexed-up Benedict Bridgerton character?

She shook her head a little, loose curls whipping her cheeks as she attempted to pull herself out of another silly daydream. She would blame the alcohol, of the lack of alcohol. Or the dim light in the bar, Matty's knee pressed against hers in a way that made her stomach flip, despite the fact she'd initiated it. Everything about this man was ridiculously heady, intoxicating, in a way Chess hadn't entirely realised a crush could be. Her heart swelled in her chest as he teased her, and Oh God, Chess liked him a ridiculous amount. An innocent, playground like that was all-encompassing and made her want to doodle hearts in her day planner. It was ridiculous, it was embarassing, it was so simple and obvious she wondered why she'd been pushing the thought away for so long.

"Well, you're a bit reckless and silly yourself." she laughed, her words low and breathless as Matty inched ever closer. His touch was feather-light as the pads of his fingers brushed the nape of her neck, sending an involuntary shiver up her spine. Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, her hand finding purchase fisted in the front of his shirt, her thumb brushing the cool pearl buttons all the way up, grounding her if only for a moment.

"See? Reckless." she chattered aimlessly under her breath, unable to stop herself from providing useless commentary, interrupting the flow of an otherwise perfect moment. Thankfully, Matty had never seemed too put off by her incessant need to fill every silence - awkward or not - in fact, he seemed to like it, the reminder of which made a warm feeling flood in her chest.

A small noise of surprise escaped her as his hand hooked around her leg, fingers brushing the inside of her thigh in a motion that had her stomach pooling with heat, tugged closer to the man. She sent a silent thank you out to Ivy, wherever she may be, that the woman had been so patient in those hours she'd slid a hand up her skirt, coaxed her mouth open with kisses until Chess was no longer a blushy, giggly mess but instead sweet, pliant, resisting the urge to squeal at the feel of Matty's hand on her thigh as she collapsed into a heap of ticklish giggles.

She let her eyelids flutter shut in the brief seconds before Matty's mouth met hers. Her chin tilted up as per his direction, the soft slide of his mouth against hers. Her heart rate seemed to jump up alarmingly high as she thought far too much about where to put her free hand, clumsily settling on the curve of his jaw. God, she'd wanted this for months and all she could think about was herself, the orchestrations of her awkward limbs...

She pulled back, bashful, two pink spots high on the apple of her cheeks. Her thumb ran over the split-slicked redness of his bottom lip, and it occurred to her very quickly that she would quite frankly, die a humiliating death if Matty thought there was any way in the world she didn't want this. So very gently, Chess used the pad of her thumb to drag across his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open so that she could move in a second time, with none of the hesitation or gentleness of the first kiss.

Francesca Howard was nothing short of angelic, as far as Matty was concerned. He could happily sit back, fingers clasped at the back of his head, feet up and the picture of relaxation and endure endless rounds of teasing and mockery from his friends as they threw around words like simp and whipped to describe his endless adoration for the girl sat beside him. He wasn’t foolish enough to call it love, or even anything close, but he was content in the belief that what he felt for Chess was more than just sexual attraction, and had certainly long-since surpassed friendship.  

He listened contentedly as she gushed about his art, a warmth spreading in his chest as her words filled the air. Matty’s appearance was, for the most part, something entirely out of his control. He came from a comfortably wealthy family with an immense amount of privilege, and between himself, Hero and Ophelia the three of them had never shied away from indulging in some of the finer comforts as far as expensive clothing and top of the range cosmetics went. His art, however, was something that came from the absolute depths of his soul. Matty frequently tried to enforce a sense of humility into his paintings and sketches, always trying to inject a sense of security into his work so that he wouldn’t overthink and immediately dissect his own creations in a fit of uncertainty. All the same, it was quite lovely to hear somebody else compliment the work he was doing. He heard it almost daily from Elias, his gorgeous best friend never shying away from gushing over whatever project Matty had dropped in his lap, but that didn’t stop make Chessy’s approval any less satisfying. 

“Perhaps I could draw you next?” Matty mused, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

He was so close to her now that he could smell the faint scent of mint on her breath, combined as it was with a whiff of the boundless coffees she’d no doubt consumed to keep herself alert all day. Her cheeks were flushed as he felt her knee knock against his own, Matty’s hand still hovering close to her cheek, the full strength of her smile knocking his entire world off kilter. 

“Reckless and silly? I think I quite like the sound of that,” Matty teased, arousal pooling at the pit of his stomach at the mere thought of what might follow. 

In truth, he was a little tired of being cautious with Chess. By now, he felt the two of them had been all too clear about how they felt for one another. While he couldn’t attest to whether her attraction started and ended with physicality – his own feelings for her somewhat stronger – he found himself not entirely caring. It seemed entirely in character for Matthew Parker to throw caution to the wind as far as his own feelings went and dive head-first into a relationship that could leave him wounded and distraught by the end of it. It was his specialty at this point, and yet the thought of having Francesca Howard break his heart was all too alluring right now. 

Without much thought for the consequences, he slid his hand further along her cheek, fingers tickling the hairs at the back of her neck. He found himself flirting on the edge of both tenderness and a lack of restraint as his other hand found her knee, edging along her skin to grip her thigh as he drew her in closer, all but tugging her into his lap. 

“You mean something a little like this?” he breathed as he tipped her face up to meet his gaze, his lips finding her own in a sudden fit of unfiltered desperation. 

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - bar date. (27 may // 2 notes.)

annie/eli2 - valentine's day mixup. (2 june // 2 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

jax/dante2 - monaco. (1 june // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

billy/simon2 - michigan. (1 june // 0 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (2 june // 13 notes.)

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

annie/eli1. (2 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

jess/marley1. (6 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

persephone/ripley1. (5 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

scotty/joey1. (2 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

dante/jax1. (3 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

harlow/maverick1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

key:

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️raff/mav/harlow1 - 30 june // 4 notes // opp: michaela/jenny

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 6 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

joey/micah1 - 12 aug // 1 note // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 13 aug // 3 notes // opp: michaela

bradley/sephy2 - 2 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

❗️rae/flynn1 - 4 sept // 5 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

❗️raff/mav2 - 19 sept // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 25 june // 8 notes // opp: danielle

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin1 - 29 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/persephone1 - 7 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 12 aug // 1 note // opp: michaela

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/jasper1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

louis/scotty1 - 14 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

killian/amira1 - 31 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/annie1 - 4 sept // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin1 (moment) - 24 sept // 5 notes // opp: michaela

billy/ariadne1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (moment) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️chess/matty2 - 29 sept // 8 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

amelia/ripley1 - 5 sept // 1 note // opp: danielle

bonnie/rory1 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: danielle

ivy/chess3 - 14 sept // 3 notes // opp: jenny

colin/matthias1 (moment) - 24 sept // 6 notes // opp: jenny

kian/louis1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: jenny

marcus/maggie1 - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: jenny

billy/simon2 - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: danielle

kian/ezra1 (moment) - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/lando1 - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

elodie/charlie1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: jenny

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (29 april // 1 note.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

n/a.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker.

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)

ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓

marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (25 april // 0 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (27 april // 2 notes.)

louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

michaela owes ;

annie/jax1 - miami. (29 april // 1 note.)

mav/harlow/raff1 - valentine's date. (29 april // 2 notes.)

ivy/chess3 starter.

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[chessyhoward]

A giggle slipped from between Chess' lips as Matty bumped her shoulder, her laughter mingling with his own in the dark of the bar. She wondered absently what they looked like to other people, their heads bowed together as they shared one side of the booth. Did the pretty waitress, bustling from table to table, who shot Chess a polite smile as she'd wiggled past her moments earlier, look at the two of them and see them for what they were? Just two co-workers sharing a drink after a long day, or to the untrained eye, did they look like something more?

"I don't think I really need to devise a scheme to get close to you, hon." she quipped, a blush high on her cheeks. Hearing herself back, a cocky, overconfident idiot, she shook her head, immediately searching for a way to take those words back. "I just mean, well, you're quite forward, aren't you?"

Not making things better, Chessy! she chided herself inwardly, practically feeling herself slump down in her chair.

When it came to Matthew Parker, Chess knew she was fooling nobody. Perhaps not even Matthew Parker himself. Despite all her denials, her voice pitching an octave or two higher when Joey and Poppy needled her about her "crush", she was certain she wore the truth of it plain on her face. The more time the two of them spent together, the harder she found it to hide. Her stomach fluttered against her will when they briefly locked eyes across the room, his smile no longer for the camera but for her, specifically. She was sure her voice sounded funny when it sounded out his name, so hard was she trying to stamp out any hint of endearment in it. Everything she knew about him, she liked. She liked his fierce, silly love for his friends, and how easy it was for him to bestow his affection upon them. She liked the loose linen shirts he wore, and the fact they were always unbuttoned a little too far down. She liked his penchant for hot pink, and she liked the way he took her seriously. She liked that very much.

It occurred to her, all at once, that she thought Hazel would like him very much, too. And then she banished that thought just as quickly. On what basis did she have the right to assume as such? Because she liked him? Hazel had taken so well to Henry and Diego and Micah. She adored them, in fact. But Chess had never introduced her daughter to someone like Matty. Someone she could see herself really, really caring for, if she would let herself.

"Hm, no?" Chess prompted, subconciously leaning into his side a little as he spoke. "Mess around with pliers and swatches of fabric, you mean?"

Her hands fluttering in mid air, she pressed on, "I find what you do interesting. I mean, your world, it's all I've ever wanted to be part of, really. And besides, you have your art. Which is... amazing, really. Incredible. We're not so different, I suppose. Not that I'm comparing what we do, I'm sure your art is-"

Trailing off midsentence, Chess lifted her eyes, her face growing hot as she realised just how close Matty was to her. The bright blue of his eyes trained on her like she was saying the most interesting thing in the world, instead of needlessly babbling.

"Beautiful." she breathed, a smile touching her lips. "I'm - I'm sure your paintings are really, really beautiful."

The Australian pulled in a shaky breath as Matty's fingertips grazed the apple of her cheek, brushing a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear. Her stomach fizzed, warm and content as she graced him with the full force of her smile.

"You really need to stop doing things like that." she teased, no malice in her voice as she gave his knee a soft nudge under the table. "Before I do something really reckless and silly, that makes us working together painfully awkward."

Flirty as Matty could be, he didn’t like to think of himself as a sleaze, and he desperately hoped that wasn’t how others perceived him. He saw no shame in admiring pretty people, nor in enjoying sex so long as it was between two happy, consenting adults and nobody was getting hurt in the process. And yet, there was still a part of him that felt ten shades of guilty for the feelings he appeared to be harbouring for both Chess and Jax. Though the two of them were his friends, and neither of them had uttered any sort of expectations from him with regards to their sweet little flirtationships, he often worried in case either of them might think he was leading them on. To be perfectly blunt, he thought they were both gorgeous, a strange thrill coursing through him any time he managed to coax a blush out of them.  

His situation with Jax was easy, simple, the two of them mutually consensual in their fleeting dalliances, and he had no doubt in his mind that, if either of them ever chose to take it that step further, he could easily fall for the other man someday. But with Chess, right from the get-go, there seemed to be something more. There was something about the girl that he couldn’t help but gravitate towards, a magnetism that he wouldn’t want to resist even if he knew how. The attraction had been instantaneous on Matty’s part, and everything about her seemed to endear him to her more and more each time they spoke. 

Matty was no stranger to flirting and teasing, to making it known to the other person that he was attracted to them, and that he’d be interested in taking things to the next level. Chess, however, seemed endlessly surprised by his high regard for her, always blushing and ducking her head, turning away from his compliments. A more fragile man might take offence at her behaviour, perhaps even assume she didn’t return his feelings, but Matty didn’t mind; He was merely content to be in her company in whatever capacity she’d allow him to be, and right now a walk through the city with her as she told him about her day felt like hitting the jackpot. 

As Chess looped her arm with his own, Matty glanced at her, offering her a smile. He couldn’t reciprocate her touch or pull her in, not with his hands full, but the gentle nature of it warmed his chest. It was nice to see a more relaxed version of Chess, someone who wasn’t so afraid to let her guard down and be affectionate. He pondered over that fact as they walked and he listened to her, nodding where appropriate as she told him all about her day. It was nice to hear that she was getting along well with the crew – it was rare that Matty worked on a shoot without his signature people by his side, but photographers and models always varied from job to job, and he’d found himself to be mostly lucky with the company he shared. He was glad that Chess was finding everybody as favourable as he did, and that she was finding an increase in hits on her pages too. 

As the two of them disentangled upon entering the bar, Matthew followed her lead, arching a brow when Chess showed a much bossier side of herself. He smirked in her direction as she wiggled her fingers in his direction, awaiting the bags that were currently weighing him down. It would be crass to admit as much, but the tone of her voice unlocked something within him that he hadn’t known existed, a pool of arousal stirring in the pit of his stomach. Clearing his throat, he handed her one bag at a time, doing as he was told and trying his best not to draw attention to the weight he now felt pressing between his legs. 

Instead, he simply slid into the booth beside her, being sure to tug his jacket down and tighter around his waist under the guise of being cold. 

“Well, isn’t this cosy?” Matty teased, leaning in to bump his shoulder against her own. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe this was all a reuse just to get close to me.” 

He laughed then, eager to enforce the fact that he was merely joking, a harmless jab. He didn’t want to make Chess uncomfortable, even if he did enjoy the delicate blush that so frequently graced her pretty face. 

“My day was uneventful, actually,” he shrugged as he thought back on his day.  

Nothing of real note had happened, and he found himself suddenly disappointed, wishing he could fabricate some sort of work-related drama just so that he could report it back to Chess. He paused momentarily, wondering if he could muster up something interesting to rattle off to the girl, falling flat as he recalled his below-average day. In truth, he’d simply stood there looking pretty for the vast majority of it, her own day sounding far more exciting. 

“Lots of standing, lots of pouting. A touch up here and there,” he sighed, waving a hand of dismissal. “What I do isn’t nearly as interesting as what you do, Francesca.” 

He meant it, too. He shifted in his seat, then, their close proximity suddenly startling as he turned to truly look at her. Reflexively, he lifted a hand as he noted a few rogue strands of hair tickling her cheek, his breath seeming to leave him as he regarded her perfectly windswept look. Carefully, he tucked the stray hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek in the process. 

“There we are,” he smiled, giving her a final once-over. “Perfect.” 

[chessyhoward]

Chess' chestnut curls lay in a tangled heap about her shoulders, having been whipped about by the wind on a coffee run or two, or tangled by the use of industrial floor fans on today's shoot. Chess wasn't entirely sure, but she was an absolute mess, no doubt about it. Without a hand to spare, Chess placed her claw clip between her teeth, holding it there while her fingers combed through her messy tresses. The plight of a single Mother was never having quite enough hands, to clasp onto sticky fingers or hold dolls that Hazel had insisted, yes, she was going to carry all the way home. Chess had gotten used to sticking things up under her armpit and between her teeth, and no longer thought it odd.

"Hm?" Chess asked, the words muffled around the hairclip. Her eyes darted back to meet Matty's own, surprised by the reverence she found there. Matty had this funny way of looking at her sometimes, like he was always freshly surprised at what he saw. It was puzzling, and a warmth spread through her chest as she giggled absently, touched by the compliment.

Chess fastened the clip to the lapel of her jacket, shaking her head fondly at him.

"I'm not doing anything." she insisted.

Matty was one to talk about pure, effortless beauty. He cut quite a figure, standing with a hand in his pocket in the golden glow of the streetlamp overhead, just starting to flicker on in the darkness of late afternoon. Chess wondered if she knew how many people stopped to look at him when they walked together, drawn into his impossible orbit. Any other woman might have felt jealous, but she just felt pleased. Besides, she had no right to feel jealous or possessive when it came to Matty. They were just friends.

They walked in step with another, the brunette absently wondering if Matty was slowing down purposely to account for the short strides she was taking in her heels. Their shoulders bumped as Chess veered occasionally, the uneven pavement underfoot causing somewhat of a problem. She muttered a soft apology, before settling on looping her arm through Matty's to keep her upright.

"Really good, actually." she chirped, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I'm mostly just trying to not make a nuisance of myself, but I'm learning so much. More and more people are following my blog now, too."

She flushed with pride, her cheek brushing the soft fabric of his jacket as they walked, their shadows melting together with how closely huddled they were. The bar in question was down a little side street, on the corner, she'd remembered correctly. The glow of fairylights burned up ahead as they got closer and closer, enough that Chess was now able to read the sign overhead.

Chess had to seperate from Matty in order to step into the doorway and push it open, music filtering out from inside. She flattened her palm against the door, holding it open so the Brit could slip inside, given he was laden down with her bags.

Chess immediately realised the mistake she'd made. The bar was small, cosy, and filled with couples, curled into small booths and giggling conspiratorially over glasses of wine. She bit her bottom lip. If Matty hadn't thought she was coming onto him him before, he would now.

There was no use backing out now, instead, Chess led the way like she had full confidence in herself, hoping Matty might think she did. Her hip knocked into the backs of chairs as she manouvered through the small space, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure her friend was still with her. Eventually, the two reached a plush booth, Chess spinning on her heel in victory.

"Give me." she held out her hand, with a tone that was both playful and forceful. Her fingers brushing Matty's, she gently but firmly took her vanity case from him, placing it down on one bench, before gesturing for Matty to put her bag down alongside it. Her second mistake, given that the only seat was now directly beside her. Maybe she was doing this on purpose.

Sliding into the booth, Chess patted the space beside her.

"You'll just have to sit with me." she said, her voice sounding breezier than she felt. She flashed him a small smile, shrugging her shoulders shyly as she waited for him to slide in alongside her.

"Now you can tell me about your day."

Matty watched with wide, hungry eyes as the pad of Chess’ thumb skimmed her lower lip, his own fingers twitching at his side, overtaken by the sudden urge to do the same. God, she was beautiful. Yet, he was fairly certain she was unaware of the impact she had on him. 

“As it happens, yes. I am most definitely trying to whisk you away,” Matty teased, a warm smile playing on his lips.  

He found her so endearing, in all her playful flirting, her bashful glances. She was unfailingly beautiful, of course, but also just an utter delight to talk to. Desperate for something to do with his free hand, Matty lifted it to tug gently at a loose curl that had fallen free, framing her face perfectly. Twirling the strand around his finger, he tipped his head to the side, gaze carefully meeting her own. 

“You’re absolutely sure, yes?” he mused, a polite smile now gracing his lips. His hand dropped to his side as he glanced at his wristwatch, noting that it wasn’t exactly late, but he had no idea what responsibilities awaited Chess outside the walls of their shared workspace, so he wouldn’t like to judge her for wanting an early night. “As much as I do want to spend more time with you, love, I don’t want to force you into having to hang out with me. Kind of defeats the fun, don’t you think? 

Before either of them could think too hard on the matter, however, her hand was in his, Chess taking the lead as she pulled him down corridors and through doorways, without so much as a sideways glance. 

Truthfully, at the end of the day, Matthew Parker was just a man; A man with eyes, and a partiality for beautiful women who knew exactly what they wanted. There was something charming about Chess taking the lead, a flurry of butterflies soaring around in the pit of his stomach, but he’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t a turn-on, too. He’d had his fair share of sexual partners who had taken him by the hand in a similar manner, their end-destination usually plush sheets while he had on minimal clothing. Not that Matty thought that’s what was happening here, but it didn’t stop him from his imagination running wild, the idea of ever being so lucky as to feel the soft weight of her beneath him an overwhelming one. 

Matty was ripped from his daydream the moment her hand left his, the loss of it somewhat heavy on his heart. He wasn’t even entirely sure how something as simple and innocent as handholding could be having such an extreme effect on him, but from the moment he’d met Chess she appeared to leave him flustered. 

“Wow,” Matty breathed, eyes widening yet again as her hair spilled down around her shoulders. Chess was no longer looking at him, unable to see the look of genuine awe that had filled his features, so he wanted to ensure that she at least heard his appreciation as he openly mused. “How do you do that? Just pure, effortless beauty.” 

Shaking his head, Matty smiled as she pondered over what bars were in the vicinity. He was sure, if he gave it some thought, he could conjure up a brilliant list of all the best places to visit, but he honestly didn’t care. Truthfully, he’d go anywhere with Chess and be sure to have a lovely time. So long as he was in her company, he didn’t mind at all. Which is why he found himself absently agreeing with her, already making a show to move in the general direction of the bar she’d mentioned. 

“Oh, yes. Fairy lights sound lovely, don’t they?” he agreed, one hand still firmly wrapped around her vanity case, the other casually tucked away into his trousers pocket.  

Leading the way, he offered Chess a sidelong glance, the wind practically knocked out of him every time he allowed himself to linger on her soft features. 

“How was your day, honey?” he asked her, genuinely curious. If they were going to make a night out of it, he wanted to get to know her, as well as show her that he wasn’t some sleaze trying to take her to bed, but that he actually cared about her day and wanted to learn more. 

[chessyhoward]

Chess was all too aware of the effect Matthew Parker had on people. It was why she found it so difficult to understand the attention he lavished on her. Photographers seemed to keep their cameras trained on him a fraction of a second too long, the comments women posted on his Instagram page were unabashed, sometimes explicit, and ridiculously creative.

I would let him hit me with his car, Chess remembered reading, as someone followed up with, I would let him back over me with his car too. For good measure. It had triggered a train of comments, a discussion that had ended with everyone agreeing that Matty was far too nice to do such a thing, anyway. Chess had blushed, and backed out of his comments, ashamed at how far into the rabbit hole she'd fallen.

The effect was not lost on Chess, the Matty Parker effect. He stood, six foot something and painfully lovely, the water from his shower falling from his curls and running in rivulets down his skin. Chess was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to do something, to put her hands on his dampened skin or let her fingers card through his curls. For a moment, Chess imagined her tongue darting out, the perfumed taste of his skin, and chastised herself just as quickly. She'd been talking to Ivy too much. Instead she stood, stiff in her heeled boots, not quite knowing what to do with her hands as the lightest blush trailed her cheeks.

"Lucky Elias." Chess managed to say, tearing her gaze away from the pulse point in his neck.

In reality, Chess felt she knew very little about Elias. Jax and Annie had both spoken kindly of the other man, but everything she knew about the mild mannered Formula One driver mostly came from Matty. He was besotted with the man in a way that made Chess certain no man or woman could ever come between them, and Chess couldn't imagine why anyone would want to.

"I don't know anything about Formula One." she admitted, purposely skirting around the compliment even as her cheeks flushed red. It wasn't a lie. Chess had always rolled her eyes as a teenager when Jax droned on, his fascination with the sport entirely uninteresting to her compared to her glossy fashion magazines. Annie knew the mechanics, the rules, where her friends stood in the points. Chess did not.

"You trying to whisk me away?" she laughed, the tips of her fingertips brushed the scarlet hue of her lips. Ferrari Red. Anyone else would accuse her of flirting, the way her eyes stayed fixed on Matty's as her thumb brushed her bottom lip, but that hadn't been her intention.

"Um," Chess started, her hand self consciously moving to touch the back of her neck, wispy tendrils curling where they'd spilled free from her clip. She teetered backwards on her heels as Matty stepped closer, a nervous giggle slipping from her lips. "I don't know-"

She thought about Hazel, small feet padding around the movie theatre, her tiny, chubby hand enveloped in Micah or Joey's own. Chess imagined coming home, the smell of alcohol and Matty's cologne clinging to her as she untucked Hazel from a makeshift bed on Joey's sofa, gangly limbs wrapping around Chess' arms as she carried her home. She glanced at the clock. It wasn't too late, and Chess had promised Matty.

"Yeah. Yeah, alright, fine." she decided, nodding firmly. "I've got time."

Chess and Matty would have to take the side exit to avoid interrupting the last studio shoot of the day, something Chess had discovered after accidentally walking into a shoot within the first week. Unthinkingly, Chess reached for his hand as she tugged him towards the exit, pulling him along before she could change her mind.

The brunette normally had to flash her pass for the security guard to open the door for her, but the sight of her, fingers tangled with Matty's own, meant she was merely waved through. Again, everyone liked Matty.

The cool afternoon air hit Chess as the two of them spilled out onto the street, effectively sobering the Australian. She dropped Matty's hand suddenly, busying her hands by unfastening her hair, letting it tumbly freely around her shoulders as she avoided eye contact.

"I don't know many of the bars 'round here." she admitted, making a show of looking out into that street. "Is the little one on the corner still open? With all the fairy lights?"

Fingers firmly wrapped around the vanity case, Matty’s free hand came up to rake his fingers through his hair, rogue water droplets sliding down his jaw, his neck, marking his skin with a dewy glow. Matthew Parker was no fool, he knew the effect such a visual would have on most women, and he silently prayed that Francesca Howard would fall into that same category. 

“No parties, no concerts,” Matty shook his head, grinning back at her. While the two of them were yet to spend any alone time together socially, he appreciated how attentive of his instagram Chess appeared to be. Matty lived a busy life, often using his free time to follow Maggie around on tour or dragging Bradley along to parties he had no real interest in attending. “And Elias, I believe, is making the most of his last few days in Shanghai before he sets off to Miami.” 

As lovely as Matty’s visit to Melbourne had been, he’d had to say a begrudging goodbye to his best friend, showering Elias in kisses and cuddles before eventually setting his sights back on New York. Work had come calling and the two of them had spent the following days sending each other earnest, lovelorn texts, as though they were a war-torn couple sending hand-written love letters to keep their romance alive. Matty was nothing if not dramatic about his best friend and he felt absolutely no shame in it. 

“You know, the two of you really should meet,” Matty remarked, tipping his head to the side to take a better look at her. “It isn’t lost on me that the two of you know so much about one another without ever having crossed paths.” 

Matthew wasn’t in the slightest bit embarrassed to admit that he’d spoke on to Elias about Chess. They were friends, after all, and he was unashamedly fond of the pretty girl stood before him now. Besides, secrets between he and Elias were few and far between; Matty hated hiding anything from his best friend. He had no doubt in his mind that Chess would adore Elias, if only for the fact that it was physically impossible not to. Elias was often shy and self-deprecating, rosy cheeked and cherubic by nature, and Matty was yet to meet anybody that wasn’t immediately taken by him. 

“Perhaps I should take you to a race, some time or another. I bet you’d look very se in Ferrari red,” Matty noted, a playful smirk lifting the corners of his lips, silently reveling in the inevitable rush of blood that was sure to colour Chess’ cheeks. 

Flirty as he was, Matty meant exactly what he said. He believed Chess to be a genuinely gorgeous girl – arguably the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on, if he were being entirely candid – and every time his eyes landed on her lips, stained Cherry-red as they often were, he found it hard to tear his gaze away. The shade suited her beyond comprehension, all the while making her look impossibly kissable. 

“Anyway, the point is, I have no plans,” he smiled, steering the conversation back on track. 

Torso clad in no more than a fitted, white t-shirt, rogue pieces of glitter dotted Matty’s arms, his arms shimmering under the fluorescent lighting they now stood beneath. Taking Chess’ bag had been a genuine offering, with no ulterior motives in mind, but he found himself pleased with the realisation that the weight of it was probably doing wonders for his biceps. He wasn’t flexing, per se, but he was making no conscious effort to disguise the lean muscle that was partially on show now. 

“In fact,” he started, taking a careful step closer to Chess. “If I remember correctly, you promised to let me take you out for a drink on our next job. And, it appears we’re both free...” 

[chessyhoward]

Life on a shoot was full pelt, as she'd heard Matty say once. She wasn't exactly integral to making sure the day ran particularly smoothly, in fact, Chess spent most of the days trying her hardest not to get under people's feet. As someone who was there in an almost unofficial capacity, Chess tried her hardest to be neither seen nor heard by the array of photographers, models, designers and make-up artists who always seemed to be running to and fro. It worked better this way. Chess actually feared that if someone were to see her, they'd soon start asking questions about just why she was there, and she'd be out on her arse quicker than you could say America's Next Top Model.

Still, not everyone was scary and horrible. Matty's make-up artist, Gaby, always had a friendly word or a smile for her, and had once kindly given Chess' arm a quick squeeze in passing, a gesture to ground Chess in the chaos of everything. She didn't cross paths with Matty often, but when she did, she found herself on the recieving end of his compliments and his pet names. A few of the other models had noticed that Matty seemed particularly sweet on her, something that had put the fear of God in her until she realised it simply meant they too were nice to her. It seemed that Matty's good opinion carried weight.

It had been a successful day, or at least, she hoped so. She'd spent a good hour holding up charm braclets and helping models fasten the delicate little clasps on her necklaces. Ones she'd spent hours with in the dim light of her living room, cross legged with a jewelry plier and the hum of Bluey in the background. (Hazel's favourite, despite it being a little too young for her. Chess didn't complain, even though the accents made her feel strangely homesick.)

Hoisting her bag over her shoulder, Chess let out an ungraceful oof sound as the weight of it threatened to tip her over. She was still getting used to her new knee-high Paris Texas boots. A gift actually, from a grateful stylist. Last season, but currently the most gorgeous things she owned, even if she couldn't quite walk in them yet.

Fussing with her vanity case, she almost didn't hear Matty's melodic accent filter in over the sounds of her clicking the buckles into place. Chess looked up, a little flushed, loose tendrils of her hair escaping from where she'd hastily fastened it up using a claw clip earlier. She offered Matty her brightest smile, always happy to see the ever-cheerful man.

"Hello, hon." she chirped, "Oh, you don't need to do tha-"

But Matty was already taking her bag. She smiled, grateful, only feeling a little guilty about the sheer weight of it.

"Thank you." she breathed, voice a little shyer as she felt the full weight of Matty's smile. His hair was still slightly damp from his post-shoot shower, blonde curls drying atop his head in a way that was painfully adorable. She tried not to notice, but couldn't help herself.

"Um, I don't think so." Chess said with a shake of her head, thinking of Hazel. Joey and Micah had plans to scout out a supposedly haunted movie theatre, and they'd been all too happy to let Hazel trail along, their littlest ghosthunter. Which Hazel was very pleased about, as Joey's presence in their life had made her a firm believer in the afterlife. It sounded a little to Chess like Hazel had merely interrupted their date to the cinema, but who was she to say?

Chess did feel a little guilty about always pawning Hazel off on her friends. She was thinking about potentially hiring someone, a Nanny, just to pick her up from school and such - she was making good money now. Did that make her a bad Mum, to be pawning off her only child on hired help?

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Chess remembered her manners.

"What about you? Party? Concert? Where is Eli in the world right now, anyway?"

As a model, and a self-proclaimed pretty boy, Matty wasn’t opposed to doing whatever it took to look utterly gorgeous. He was, after all, a model by trade, and on the whole his profession required that he looked his absolute best. He had never shied away from having makeup caked on – while he prided himself in his smooth complexion, he certainly wouldn’t say no to putting emphasis on his best features – and he’d never had any issue with glitter. There were few ventures into fashion that he avoided, always happy to experiment and see what suited him best. 

That said, on a rare occasion, there were shoots that left him looking a little worse for wear, depending on what they entailed. Sometimes, he would simply shrug it off and wait until he got home to tidy up his appearance, but tonight was a little different. Enough time had passed since he’d promised Chess he would take her out for a drink on their next job together, yet the woman had since managed to evade him. While he doubted it was intentional, the two of them seemed to keep missing each other. He’d heard whispers here and there from other models that they’d worked with a gorgeous Aussie girl, somebody bright and beautiful who matched the exact description of his Chessy, and yet Matthew had failed to run into her himself. Today, however, he knew she was in the vicinity, and he was determined to make good on his promise. 

As soon as he was given the all clear from Gaby that it was okay to, Matty had rushed away and hit the showers, scrubbing away the makeup that had been brushed along his skin. As gorgeous a job as his lovely friend always did, today’s particular job had left him looking like a walking, talking pride flag, and he wasn’t sure even he could pull it off. Now, Matty was running a hand through his wet curls, rogue specs of glitter still sticking to his hair and skin where his shower had failed him. 

Making his way outside, he spotted Gaby leaving with her shy, but ultimately gorgeous boyfriend, and immediately rushed towards the two of them. 

“Gabs, my love, have you seen–” he began to ask, before being promptly cut off by a wry smile and the flourish of her hand. 

Before he could get so much as another word out, Gaby informed him that no, Chess hasn’t left yet, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and insisted that Matty was not about to ruin date-night by asking her to go and find their mutual friend. Grinning, Matty had wished her well and sent her on her way, before rerouting back inside to find the woman in question. 

He thought, momentarily, of his conversation with Killian, and the way the other man had teased him (if you could call it that) about his relationship – or lack thereof – with Simon. His mind strayed to Jax, even, and their own current flirtationship. He knew a lot of people probably thought he was sleazy, but that wasn’t his intention at all. Since the breakdown of his last serious relationship, Matty had fallen into a routine when it came to casual sex. He wasn’t opposed to it leading to something more, not by any means, but he also didn’t want to set himself up to be hurt again – nor did he want to give others the wrong impression. It was, in large, why he’d never made a move on Simon (besides the obvious fact that the man had such an extreme effect on him that Matty’s legs turned to jelly in his company). Given that Simon appeared head-over-heels in love with Billy, Matty had always figured he was playing with fire by even darting to flirt with the barista; it was a surefire way to get his own feelings hurt, allowing himself a taste of something that could never go further than perhaps a few harmless kisses.  

Jackson and Chess both felt safe in ways that Matty struggled to describe. He certainly had feelings for them both, that he had no doubt about, but there was no expectation from either of them. Jax seemed intent on their relationship going no further than playful flirting and perhaps mindless sex for the two of them, with no real promise of anything more. While he wasn’t completely sure what Chess wanted, he was comfortable in the knowledge that the two of them at least shared a mutual attraction to one another. If that went no further than friendship, he wouldn’t begrudge her of the fact, but he’d at least like to try and get to know her a little better away from their working environment and instagram DMs. 

“Ah, there she is!” Matty called out, finally spotting Chess in the distance. She looked like she was getting ready to head home, hoisting a bag onto her shoulder with one hand, while busying herself with the buckles on her vanity case with the other. 

Rushing forwards, Matty closed a hand over her own, carefully maneuvering their now tangled fingers so that he could take over for her. While he knew Chess had spent a lot of her day vlogging and curating content for her social media, he knew she’d also been called in to showcase some of her work. He’d noted a few of the girls wearing accessories that he recognised straight from Chessy’s instagram – nothing too major, and certainly no center pieces, but he had no doubt in his mind that the occasional headband and necklace would be grabbing the attention of young girls everywhere over the coming days. Chess was just that good. 

“Here, let me take this, love,” Matty smiled as he curled his palm around the handle of the bag. “Any plans for the rest of your night, honey?” 

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker!!!

will i actually write smth today? stay tuned to find out!

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

wardo/louis4 - bar date. (27 may // 2 notes.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's day mixup. (2 june // 2 notes.)

simon/billy2 - michigan. (6 june // 1 note.)

dante/jax2 - monaco. (6 june // 2 notes.)

lando/théo1 - skate park. (16 june // 0 notes.)

dante/marcus1 - a novel idea. (16 june // 0 notes.)

ezra/kian1 - meetcute. (17 june // 0 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

maggie/amelia1 - clubbing. (15 june // 0 notes.)

louis/scotty1 - wedding date. (17 june // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

ivy/louis3 - kittens and christopher street. (2 june // 13 notes.)

kian/louis1 - at the bar. (6 june // 1 note.)

ivy/chess3 - experimenting. (16 june // 1 note.)

amira/killian3 - valentine's day. (16 june // 7 notes.)

matty/jax1 - australia. (16 june // 6 notes.)

billy/jax1 starter.

(any other starters?)

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

annie/eli1. (2 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

jess/marley1. (6 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

persephone/ripley1. (5 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

scotty/joey1. (2 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

dante/jax1. (3 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

harlow/maverick1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)

[skyguywrites]

thread tracker wheeee

❗️= close to wrapping up. ❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

ACTIVE.

dan owes ;

max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)

raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)

rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)

ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)

marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)

rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)

wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)

marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)

henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)

wardo/louis4 - bar date. (27 may // 2 notes.)

eli/annie2 - valentine's day mixup. (2 june // 2 notes.)

simon/billy2 - michigan. (6 june // 1 note.)

dante/jax2 - monaco. (6 june // 2 notes.)

jen owes ;

jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)

noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)

killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)

jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)

harlow/raff/mav1 - valentine's day. (15 may // 3 notes.)

jax/annie1 - miami. (15 may // 2 notes.)

chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (15 may // 4 notes.)

chess/ivy3 - experimenting. (15 may // 0 notes.)

michaela owes ;

ivy/louis3 - kittens and christopher street. (2 june // 13 notes.)

kian/louis1 - at the bar. (6 june // 1 note.)

amelia/maggie1 starter.

billy/jax1 starter.

(any other starters?)

ARCHIVED.

dan/michaela.

amira/joey1. (7 notes.)

annie/eli1. (2 notes.)

billy/simon1. (10 notes.)

bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)

diego/henry1. (14 notes.)

diego/henry2. (16 notes.)

elias/matty1. (2 notes.)

henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)

henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)

ivy/max1. (6 notes.)

ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)

ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)

jess/marley1. (6 notes.)

mav/raff1. (4 notes.)

mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)

persephone/ripley1. (5 notes.)

poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)

scotty/joey1. (2 notes.)

dan/jenny.

chess/henry1. (7 notes.)

chess/joey1. (9 notes.)

dante/jax1. (3 notes.)

harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)

louis/max1. (6 notes.)

louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)

louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)

louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)

jenny/michaela.

amira/killian1. (14 notes.)

amira/killian2. (7 notes.)

chess/diego1. (9 notes.)

chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)

chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)

chess/matty1. (6 notes.)

harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)

harlow/maverick1. (6 notes.)

ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)

ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)

killian/matty1. (2 notes.)

noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)

persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)