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Matty was worried, and she hated worrying. She'd always been able to maintain a separation, a distance from her team. People called her a hardass and a bitch and Matty the Hun to her face, so she knew what they said behind closed doors was worse.
But this team had wormed their way through her defenses, and they were hurting. She could see it in the dark circles under Mac's eyes, the shaking of Riley's hands when she typed, and the way Bozer's enthusiasm had decreased tenfold. They came to every briefing with large cups of coffee, sat quietly, spoke softly, and followed her orders almost without complaint.
She blamed one Angus MacGyver for getting under her skin. He was a man who exuded confidence and vulnerability, often simultaneously, and she had no damn idea how that worked. He was a genius with enough childhood issues to fill the Mariana Trench, and he was the most capable operative she'd ever met.
And she blamed one Jack Dalton for making her care. He cared so much that it rubbed off on her, and now he was gone. Dead. As much as she teased him about retiring or a foolish mistake costing him his life, she didn't actually want him dead. Well, there were certainly times when he'd shredded her last nerve, and she kind of did. But those times were few and far between.
About three weeks after Jack's death, she gave the team an easy mission that turned into a nightmare. Everything that could go wrong did, and as she stood in the doorway of Mac's room in Phoenix Medical, watching him sleep the drugged, yet uncomfortable sleep of someone in a lot of pain, she vowed to do something.
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#cairo day 2024#macgyver 2016#Jack Lives#hurt jack#hurt mac#worried matty#matty's pov#this is the fic i spent most of February writing
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Yes so many constant teacher reader thoughts! What about early dating when she's had a really hard week at school, maybe she's been staying behind for parents night or something and is absolutely exhausted. She's not replying to Matty as much or just giving him short ideas and him being Matty starts to worry that she's having second thoughts about their relationship
Omg people having thoughts about my au is so cool… and this is such a good thought.
You and Matty have only recently started dating, maybe a month and a bit? And matty thinks it's been going perfectly, but he can't help but feel insecure about the relationship. He is so madly in love with you and has been for so long. He can't help but be nervous he's going to lose you. And he can't bear the thought because he's only just managed to get you.
You reassure him when he asks that you want to be with him, that you were also pining over him for months, and that this is exactly what you wanted that whole time.
And Matty believes you, for the most part. But there's always that sneaking thought of “what if”. What if she hates me? What if she regrets this relationship? What if she thinks im wrong for her? What if this is all wrong?
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it's been a stressful week at work. You have parent evening at the end of the week, which means it's lots of late nights preparing everything you're gonna say to each parent. It might seem easy to talk to parents about their kid's progress, but it's one of the worst parts of being a teacher.
It seems parents either think their child is an angel on earth or the spawn of Satan. You say one thing they can improve upon, and suddenly, a parent is jumping down your throat, “How could you? My little Amy is perfect!!” or they start scolding the child in front of you “You are useless! Why can't you just focus for 5 bloody minutes??”
So you've been fucking exhausted all week, and you've cancelled on Matty twice. You had a date on Monday, but you saw the pile of work on your desk and messaged to reschedule for Wednesday.
Matty then didn't hear from you all of Tuesday or Wednesday, so was already nervous you were mad at him. But when you text to cancel on Wednesday? His heart fucking dropped.
You must be second-thinking this whole thing. Maybe you decided the risk to your job was too much, or maybe Matty isn't how you wanted him to be.
But in an attempt to stop himself from spiralling too much, he texts George and details his worries. Of course, George simply calls him a twat and says “Trust me, she likes you. It's sickening being around the two of you for more than 10 minutes.”
Matty wants to tell George he and Charli are no better, but he leaves it for today and takes his friend's words at face value.
So he texts back saying it's fine and that he misses you. and each minute that passes by with no response is killing Matty slowly.
After 45 minutes of silence, you just reply “<3”, which doesn't exactly help Matty’s mental state.
He texts you every day, and each day, your responses get shorter and shorter. Until it's Sunday, and he hasn't heard from you since Friday evening.
It's then he decides you must be rethinking this, rethinking him. there is no reason why you would be ignoring him otherwise. And it fucking shatters him, he goes into break-up mode before any break-up even happens.
He drops Annie off at Hanns and stops at Tesco, grabbing ice cream, red wine, and tissues. He wants to feel like a girl in a shit romantic comedy, so he's gonna do just that.
2 bottles of wine later, Matty thinks it's the perfect time to call you… despite it being 3 am. Needless to say, you don't answer. But Matty being Matty, he leaves a wine-drunk voicemail.
“Heyyyyy y/n. It's Matty. Your boyfriend. I think… anyway, im just calling to say you can just dump me, you know? You don't have to be nice or anything. I won't turn Annie against you. But I don't think I could even if I wanted to, m’ pretty sure she likes you more than me already. But whatever… I've had a few bottles of wine and just thought I should call and tell you im fineeee. Totally fineeee. So yeah, if we’re over of whatever, you can let me know. Because im fine. Like so fine…. Okay, bye.”
And with that, he passes out on the sofa, spilling wine on his rug that he will be forced to scrub tomorrow.
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It's 7 a.m., and Matty's head is banging, so much so it sounds like someone is hammering on his door. Oh, wait. Someone is hammering on his door.
He stumbles off the sofa and catches a glance in the mirror, his eyes are hollowed, and heavy bags sit beneath them. Half his curls are flattened and stuck to his head, whereas the others are sticking on end like he had been electrocuted.
“Ye-” he starts to speak as he opens the door, but you storm in talking before he can even get one word out.
“BREAK UP WITH YOU? WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?” You stand in Matty’s front room with your hands on your hips. clearly, you had stormed straight over here from your flat, not even bothering to get out of your Halloween pyjamas (it is like May btw <3).
Matty rubs at his eyes and blinks a few times, “what?” he asks, coughing as he finishes because Jesus Christ, his throat feels like it's full of sandpaper.
“...do you seriously not remember?” you shake your head at Matty with wide eyes, and he nervously shakes his head, and he swears he can almost see the steam coming out of your ears.
“Matty. You called me at 3 in the morning telling me to dump you. Why the fuck would you think that? Why would I ever dump you?” your voice is softer now and you've come closer to Matty, and he can see any rage you might have had was never really anger.
It was fear. Pure fucking fear.
“Oh.. that,” Matty says shyly, rubbing at his face and pulling it down.
“Yup. that,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Okay, im so sorry about that,” Matty starts to explain, desperate to get you to understand his fucking crazy brain, “I had a few bottles of wine and my stupid anxiety took over. You hadn't really spoken to me this week, and you cancelled our date, so I convinced myself you were having second thoughts. And drunk Matty thought the best course of action was a long rambling voicemail reassuring you that you can dump me.”
You nod slowly, and Matty seemingly can't stop his word vomit, “And you can if you want to! But I really don't want you to. Like at all. Im actually kind of obsessed with you, if im honest” Matty steps closer to you and pulls you into his chest.
Your arms remain limp at your sides for the first few seconds, and Matty wants to die. But just before he pulls away, your arms slip over his shoulders, and your fingers wind into his curls at the back of his neck.
You burrow your head in his neck, and Matty can feel you nodding, “Okay. That makes sense” he breathes a sigh of relief. Thank GOD you didn't dump him then and there.
You snap back and look at him intensely before saying, “But just so you know, I was planning for parent's evening this whole week. That's why I was so quiet. And I would never break up with you just by ghosting you. And if im being totally honest, I would never break up with you in the first place. or ever, really."
Matty nods and can't help the smile that comes on his face, you don't want to break up with him. ever.
You snap your fingers in front of his face before he can get too happy, “Hey don't you start smiling. I’m still pissed off at you… but you are especially cute in the mornings, so I feel you’re trying to manipulate me into forgiving you... are you?”
“Well that depends, is it working?” he teases
“Maybe... Shut up.”
#love the idea... not so sure about my execution#but oh nervous matty#like babe. im literally beyond obessed with you#there couldnt be less to worry about#teacher au!#anon!
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why does matty look constantly petrified of his surroundings like baby ur safe calm DOWN
#hes so#he looks so worried#all the time#i feel sort of bad#shut up lena#the 1975#matty healy#ross macdonald#adam hann#george daniel
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You know what's absolutely fucking wild to me? The fact that Alex Turner/Arctic Monkeys/The Last Shadow Puppets are allegedly banned from Coachella because of the time Alex kissed Miles on stage, but The 1975 isn't. Matty Healy/The 1975 are banned from two whole countries and facing legal charges in one for being pro-LGBT+, but not from one homophobic American festival, and Alex Turner, who I've never seen say two fucking words about politics is.
#what the fuck#arctic monkeys#alex turner#miles kane#the last shadow puppets#the 1975#matty healy#I know it's just a rumor#I absolutely know it's just a rumor and TLSP played the second weekend of Coachella after that#I just think they're hilarious rumors and if anyone is going to have rumors about being banned from Coachella of all festivals#why is it Alex and not the guy who is banned from two countries and was escorted by law enforcement from a show in Alabama because he talke#about abortion rights on stage and people were worried he might get shot#because Alabama is an open carry state#I just think about this sometimes
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idk idk idk I just don’t get why some fans took this album as a personal attack!! Even in the songs where she alludes to people judging her in general I really took it as “wow she must trust us so much to share this with us.” And if you took it personally then you either need to take a step back or maybe you should actually take it personally and maybe realize why your invasion into Taylor’s personal relationships can actually cause harm to her.
#like trust me I didn’t like her matty but I went about my day normally and didn’t bitch and complain about him all day#yeah matty sucks as a person but I was worried about Taylor I wasn’t mad that she was in a relationship I could no longer project onto#anymore#autumn rambles#i definitely did have an ‘oh shit this play is about us’ moment when I heard that one song (I can’t remember the title) but then i#followed up that thought with she’s allowed to say what she thinks and feels the same way I was allowed to express what I thought#so it’s only fair that she would share and mention that on the album when it was clear that people’s disdain for them together actually#pushed them closer rather than further apart like she said on the album
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Okay, another blurb… (me: multiple blurbs one day; also me: *doesn’t upload a single thing for weeks/months* lol)
So, I’ve been thinking about the kids —Amelia and Arthur— obsessed with the idea of having a little sister. But before that they were stunned by the idea of baby kicking Y/n from the inside (lol). Closer to Ruth’s arrival, Amelia was 6 and Arthur 4…they love each other but as any couple of siblings they bicker a lot haha.
One day, Y/n is very exhausted and goes to take a nap on her bed. Matty tried his best keeping the kids entertained, busy, so they let her rest but up to a moment they want mommy. The kids father couldn’t complain because he did want to see Y/n too (simp).
Matty convinced them with the idea of making her a tea and crackers, so they helped him.
Once everything is ready, Arthur took the plate and Amelia the steaming mug. Matty checked first if Y/n was awake, making them wait at the door.
Matty took a peak first, watching how Y/n’s face was illuminated by the light coming from her phone screen. Y/n boyfriend pushed his entire body inside, closing the door behind him taking her attention.
“Hey.”
“Hi, my love.” Matty took a sit beside her on the bed, while she left her phone closer on the side table. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” Y/n lifted her hand towards his forehead showing a slight frown. “Where are the kids?” She worried about.
“Outside.” Matty said. Y/n was showing a lot of confusion so he clarified, “they made you tea with crackers.”
“Oh my god…” she brought a hand towards her chest. “Did you make them wait outside?!” Y/n scolded him.
“I wanted to check first how you were doin’, alright?” Matty explained. “We had a chat today and they’re a bit worried something might happened to mommy.” His words made her pout and Matty leaned forwards kissing it away.
“Please bring them in.”
Matty did as she told him and the kids walked slowly into the room. Y/n’s heart melting seeing her babies so worried.
“Hello.”
A chorus of hello’s falling from their lips filled the room.
“That’s for me?” She asked them, pushing her body up so she could rest her back into the headboard of the big bed. The kids moved their faces saying yes.
“Get in bed with mommy, guys.” Matty let them know they could, taking the mug and the plate from their hands.
Arthur took place by Y/n’s right side and Mel pushed her body closer towards the left. Y/n rounded them with her arms.
“What’s wrong, my loves?” She asked them.
Arthur could begin to speak his worry thoughts, so Amelia helped as the big sister.
“I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“That something might happen you.” Amelia said.
Y/n moved her head looking at Arthur, asking, “Are you scared too, Archie?” and he nodded.
Y/n couldn’t help to look first at Matty before speaking again. “My loves?” She asked and they replied with a quiet “yes” so she continued, “I’m okay, I’m very tired because the baby is making me feel tired but I promise nothing is going to happen to me, okay?”
“Ask mommy what you asked me earlier.” Matty encouraged them.
Y/n gave them the space and time, being Arthur the one asking this time, “Does it hurts?”
“What, baby?”
“When the baby pushes…”
“Not really.”
Amelia looked at her mother with a puzzled look, “But she’s pushing from the inside.” Which made their parents to chuckled.
“Well, yes…but it doesn’t hurt baby. Here, give me your hand.” Y/n took Amelia’s hand softly, under the attention of both Arthur and Matty. Y/n pushed with her fingers agains Amelia’s palm. “It’s similar to this sensation. She’s just moving around and stretching.”
Mel took her hand away, cringing, “Feels weird.”
“The first time is weird. I’m used to it now. You two kicked a lot too.”
“Did I?”
“She just said both of us.” Amelia looked at her brother, who showed her his tongue mocking her sister.
Y/n took the opportunity to look at Matty who was admiring his little family even when the bickering between the kids was escalating slowly. Their family was everything he needed and welcoming a new baby into it made his heart swelled.
#don’t worry played when I was writing this#I’ll shut up now#I promise haha#all I need#matty healy fic
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❝don't worry, darling, 'cause i'm here with you don't worry, darling, the sun will shine through❞
#daily1975lyrics#the 1975#matty healy#george daniel#ross macdonald#adam hann#lyric posting#lyrics#notes on a conditional form#noacf#don't worry
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screaming crying ripping furniture to shreds with my teeth over platonic soul mates & bonds that transcend life death romance & sex & alter us to the core of our spirit 🥺
#don’t worry about me I’m just rewatching the school spirits finale for the 8millionth time & thinking about Them 🫶 (Mattie & Simon)#school spirits
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please stop hitting matthew ty
#nhl#nhl hockey#i know he’s fine but i get so worried#florida panthers#hockey#matty tkachuk#tkachuk#matthew tkachuk#panthers lb
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GUYS IM ON IT DONT WORRY!!🫡🫡
#kirke’s inner dialog#used my burner account I made in 2023#BUT STILL#IM ON IT#🫡🫡🫡#ILL GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS#DONT WORRY GUYS#matty healy#adhd impulsivity is just wild sometimes#why did I do this#regret#help
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Help, that’s too cute! Sirris saying that anybody would be fortunate to have Sydney as a partner. When Sirris knows that Sydney knows it’s a crush, Sirris becomes more playful about it. “Give ‘em the old family charm. If I could get your other parent, a member of the temple”. Sydney cuts them off.
HELP THAT'S ADORABLE 😭
Sirris just gets more excited when Sydney lets them know things went well. They make sure Sydney knows they can ask any questions they have about dating and what PC might like as a gift. Sirris is practically glowing when/if they see Syd's promise ring 🥺🥺
#if they're going through a rough patch Sirris tells Syd stories about how much they worried about pleasing their other parent#nice parent and child bonding moments 🥹#anon asks#matty rambles#dol stuff#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#sirris the science teacher
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some of y’all (mostly on twt but some people on here too) taking this matty/taylor thing way too serious atp 😭 i promise it will never be that deep and if u stay silly and unbothered it will be much more fun to see how this goes
#like am i shocked that it’s actually real? yes lmao#am i gonna worry about it for more than 10 minutes? def not#but also fuck the ppl who are being mean to matty over it#text
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Just read your reply to an ask about a fix of matty singing them to sleep and the suggestion/idea of fictional Matty singing fictional George or vice versa to sleep has me wanting to eat my hand and sob (in a good way) 😭
The best way to deal with your self imposed stress of not finishing a fic by your self dictated deadline is obviously to work on a different one 😂 I felt really bad that I wasn't able to fill that one prompt request for that anon looking for a matty x reader blurb where he sung the reader to sleep (I don't see myself ever writing x reader fic i'm sorry!! there are so many wonderful talented people who do though! that's just not my writing niche unfortunately) ... but like was totally down to write one of him singing fictional!George to sleep, and then I saw that YOU lovely anon had sent this in in response to that ask, so obviously I had to jump it to the top of my massive list of prompt fill requests that I really do promise I will finish in 2024 lol
So, alas, here it is, Fictional!Matty sining Fictional!George to sleep. I hope you like it, if not let me know and I will attempt a take two! Thank you so much for sending this in though, and for reading, and being so lovely and supportive! I hope you have a very happy new year and a great rest of your week!
❤️Ally
Singing to sleep
George was sick, and George never got sick. Matty was at his wits end, he was the one with the shit immune system. He was the one who didn’t take care of himself and allowed his body to get run down, seeming to constantly be coming down with a perpetual case of the sniffles. George did yoga. George remembered to eat, and drank water, and got the recommended eight hours of sleep each night. He wasn’t supposed to be congested and running a fever, a trail of used tissues laid out like bread crumbs as if he would lose his way back to the bedroom without them.
George wasn’t supposed to be arguing with Matty that he wasn’t sick when he clearly was. Shaking his head, his voice rough and nasally, insisting that he was fine even as he had to halt his argument every few minutes to cough. George was not supposed to be sick, and with a sinking realization, Matty was learning that George was an even worse patient than he was.
“Please,” Matty begged, he knew he looked ridiculous wearing the frilly apron his Mum had gotten him as a joke when they had bought the new house and Matty had shown her the high end kitchen as if he was going to actually use it. The joke was on her, he was wearing the apron and currently trying to use the kitchen. “Please just go lay back down.”
“I’m fine,” George rasped again before breaking off into another coughing fit, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered. Matty glanced at the clock on the stove, it was still too soon for him to take another dose of paracetamol.
“You are not fine!” Matty snapped, turning away from the stove and the soup that he hoped was simmering and not boiling, he wasn’t entirely sure of the difference. He waved his wooden spoon at George for dramatic effect. “You need to go lay down and get some fucking rest so you can get better!”
George opened his mouth and Matty waved the spoon more aggressively, flicking his wrist at George. “No, no arguments, upstairs, now please, let’s go.” Matty said, nudging George’s shoulder so that he could guide him towards the staircase.
George sighed, breaking off into another coughing fit, his shoulders shaking before doing as Matty said. He padded barefoot towards the stairs, Matty hot on his heels to make sure he actually got into bed instead of trying to snag his work laptop out of the office. The soup would be okay for a few minutes without him, Matty thought as they climbed the stairs. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be watching for anyway, or what he was even supposed to do if it did do something.
Realizing he was still holding the spoon, Matty sheepishly sat it down on the dresser, brushing past George to fluff up his pillows and blankets.
“Get in the bed,” he said, holding his arms out as if he was a briefcase girl on a game show.
“You trying to take advantage of me?” George rasped, batting his eyelashes teasingly, the effect was lost though by the glassy sheen of his eyes and his dry red nose.
“Always,” Matty deadpanned and George sighed, climbing back into bed and allowing Matty to rearrange the blankets around him while he pouted like a child.
“Now get some rest,” Matty said, leaning down one last time to press a kiss to George’s forehead, frowning when he realized just how hot it was. He turned away, planning on heading into the bathroom to get George a damp wash rag to try and cool him down some before returning to his soup when George caught his wrist.
“Wait,” said George looking up at Matty, looking extra pathetic with his pale skin, red nose and shiny eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” Matty assured him, his heart squeezing. “I’m just going to get you a cold rag.”
“I’m fine,” George said again, his voice convincing absolutely no one. “But will you,” George flushed, and Matty wasn’t sure if it was from fever or embarrassment. George swallowed hard, his sore throat bobbing painfully. “Will you sing to me?”
Matty blinked, in confusion, not expecting the request. “What?” he asked dumbly and George’s blush deepened, embarrassment it is then, Matty thought fondly, his heart flipping at the request.
“Will you sing me something?” George asked again, his eyes wide and earnest. “Please.”
Matty exhaled slowly, he wanted to get George a cold wash rag for his forehead, and he needed to go check on his soup. But who was he to refuse George a song when he was poorly.
“Yeah,” said Matty softly, feeling like his insides had turned to goo with just how much he loved George. “Yeah, I can sing you something.”
His Gibson Hummingbird was leaning against a decorative chair where he had left it two days prior, and he winced, knowing he should have put it away properly but thankful for his laziness as he scooped it up, feeling silly as he quickly tuned it and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He played the opening chord and George smiled, instantly recognizing the song.
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone and so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up
George was asleep, snoring softly, before Matty even finished the song.
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#fanfiction#keep it kind#matty fic#gatty#prompt fill#prompt fills#OG requests#if anyone else has any prompt requests from a list or their own brains send them my way!#also i am still working on the sick fic prompts dont worry#they're just ending up a little longer and will probably end up on AO3
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Yesterday I mentioned I'm working on a Frank Castle x Fem!Reader one-shot fic titled Your Body is Not a Graveyard that I am actively focused on as my main priority at the moment. The story just won't get out of my head and I cannot focus on anything else so...that's what I'm writing (though my hope is to get y'all the next installment of All These Years once this is done).
This one-shot is about a Reader married to Frank struggling to cope with the loss of two pregnancies, her difficulties getting pregnant, and her internalized guilt at not being able give Frank a family. It'll be an emotional hurt/comfort piece and I'm hoping it'll be done in the next day or two. It's also my first one-shot and my first Frank Castle fic--though I am actively plotting out an entirely other long fic series for him. So you will see more Frank from me! And who knows, I might soon be sharing a sneak peak banner for that upcoming series...
But don't worry! My Matty and Mikey fics are still being updated and worked on as well, I'm just slowing down this week for the sake of my mental health. I have been writing nonstop since November and I just need to breathe a little and let my focus go where it wants. You should hopefully get an ATY update later this week because it's about half done and so is the next chapter of Safe Haven. FFTD might miss another week because I gave y'all an almost 18k update a few days ago and as much as I want to update everything, I just don't have it in me.
#Bella's story updates#upcoming Frank Castle fics#Frank Castle x reader#Frank Castle#Don't worry Matty and Mikey I have not forgotten you two
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more stupid isekai stuff. and mystra apology vid
#going post#bg3#tav#gale dekarios#shadowheart#mattis bg3#mystra#and everyone else. but shld i tag them? i dont want to clog their tags...#my art#bg3 fanart#isekai tav#why is there a time dimensional there? dont worry about it. all will maybe be revealed someday#if i feel like it
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I wish I could like actually draw bc I've had the mental image of Mike & Will as Bert & Ernie taking their niece as Oscar the Grouch and their infant son as Wormie trick or treating for AGES
#“where are jonathan and nancy?” Working probably maybe at a party maybe their having a date night#or you know their fully at home in pajamas taking advantage of a night off from parenting#either way#do not worry their were VERY involved in making Jordan's costume#like she has a full trashcan made out of cardboard#also she's only bullying Matty a little bit#she doesn't have a baby sister yet you know#doesn't know how to act#anyways#mike wheeler#will byers#st next gen
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