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⌠ HARRIS DICKINSON . HE/HIM . CISMALE ⌡ ― watch out , MATTHEW “MATTY" HART has crash - landed into roswell !! he looks TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and celebrates his birthday on DECEMBER 13 . he is from roswell , resides in NEPTUNE AV and is currently working as a MEDICAL RESIDENT AT ROSWELL COMMUNITY MEDICAL .

#roswellintro #❪ study ❫

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Brand new

#matty be hating winter #cuz he cant dress like a manchild :))#❪ claim ❫

LOCATION : some clothing store ! AVAILABILITY : open , @roswellstarters

ugly sweaters are a staple of the holiday season for the hart family . they are amusing , and some were even fun when he was younger , but they are absolutely not something matty would wear now . unless forced to by a family member , that is . and that’s just why he’s at the store looking for one three days before christmas . “ hey - how stupid do i look ? ” he asks the other . though he wears a fuzzy green sweater garnished with a legless gingerbread man . even if he doesn’t look stupid , he feels stupid . “ and is it just me or all christmas sweaters are a little itchy ? ”

#roswellstart

SEONG , GIGI .

‘ oh shit - ’ bambi eyes flicker back into the conversation , she clearly spaced out . ‘ uhm , yeah . no . you should totally drop them . they sound like a dick . you deserve better . ’ fake it until you make it , right ?

“ you really think so , bestie ? ” a dramatic sigh leaves lips . “ i mean , she keeps spacing out when i try to talk to her . i’m here , in all my handsomeness , and she’ll just - she’ll stare right past me . it’s just so frustrating . though she did pay for this beer without even noticing . ”

WILSON , ZOEY .

the week of christmas. it really was the week of christmas, huh? she would admit - with all that was going on with her and her family, this was one year where it just didn’t seem like christmas. at this point, there was only one thing to do - hope for a better chance of feeling the holly and jolly next year. with her hands in her pockets, she watched her mother mess around with cloudy, a small smile forming on her face. her grandmother opted to stay behind and rest - her flight from england leaving her jetlagged. hearing someone walking, she turned around and noticed someone. “ oh, look out! ” she called out, her hands around her mouth so that the sound echoed loudly through the woods. she could only hope that she got to them in time before disaster strikes.

no matter how much life changes , or how cold the weather gets , matty sticks with his morning routine religiously . and it includes morning jogs . though it is certainly more challenging with a puffy jacket on , airpods on both ears , drops of sweat dripping in his eyes and shallow breaths . he can barely hear his questionable music taste over the loud beating of his heart . thus , the warning simply goes unheard . it’s only after his forehead collides with a tree branch and the wireless earbuds fly around that he hears her . “ oh , fuck - ”

#ignore the naked woman next to him ospfkdfkd

AGPANGAN , SETH .

seth is hard at work at the food stall. although it requires them to stand outside in the chilly weather, they believe it’s a great idea for the holiday season: offering fresh, hot food to passersby. his family doesn’t find it so brilliant, but psh, they just don’t appreciate his business acumen. when he finishes telling a patron in iloko about their NAIMAS TI MAKAN (delicious food), they spot their next potential customer. switching to english this time, he says, “hey! hi. it’s pretty cold out here, right?” pots of ilocano dishes emit coils of pale steam in front of them. he gestures towards them. “can i interest you in some 100% authentic, affordable, lovingly cooked food?” they say, “i’ll pick a dish for you based on your vibe!”

it’s not that matty hates the current weather , but he surely doesn’t enjoy wearing winter clothes . heavy jackets just aren’t his style , and he embraces any and all opportunities to remove them . thus , going inside mangan tayon had been the plan all along , but he’d stand under the chilly weather for a few more minutes to humor the other . “ is that right ? ” a pause , gaze lowers to the pots between them . “ and what kind of vibe do i give off ? honestly - there’s no wrong answers here , i eat just about anything , but i’d like to know . ”

harris-only

Sexy

#❪ claim ❫

BARDOT , ALLEGRA .

“it’s been one hell of a day.” the brunette mutters, letting out a sigh. staring for a couple of minutes at the dark bitter coffee, hoping for the time to go by faster so she could finally make it home. “were you around to watch the whole thing go down with the guy who was caught cheating by his wife? she practically stormed in, and we had to call security because she caused a scene.”

“ tell me about it . ” shoulders sink slightly , a yawn slips past lips . though the juicy gossip piques his interest and he’s suddenly very awake . “ oooh , i wasn’t ! but i took a woman in her mid twenties for a ct scan . her nose was broken , she said she was in a fight . could she be the other woman , huh ? ”

#gossip ? sign him tf up #❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › allegracruz .#queued.

HERRERA , EMILIA .

EMILIA HUFFS BUT SHE DOESN’T PULL AWAY, mostly because her legs still feel like jelly from the alcohol, and it’s easier to stay in one place. it’s hard to say no to matty’s clear blue eyes as well, like a mood ring in how easy it is to read his emotions through them. it’s obvious he knows he messed up, and emilia doesn’t want to be fighting with one of her best friends on her birthday. her arm is limp against his when he pulls it up to spin beneath it, and while the sight of him poorly dancing makes her want to smile, she can feel her lips tugging in the opposite direction. “ you are an asshole, ” she mumbles, but emilia can feel herself being won over. it’s easier to stumble back into the stool than it is to leave the bar, so that’s exactly what she does. her butt hits the chair and she lets out a hmph. “ i was serious when i said i didn’t want to hear your shit, ” she tells him seriously, brown eyes meeting blue. “ i love you, and i want to be there for you, but i can’t with this. it hits too close to home. ” not something she’d admit if she wasn’t drunk—the first AND last part.

“ won’t talk about it again . i promise . ” when she sits down again , that’s when he finally relaxes , even though he’s still standing . he goes as far as placing a hand on his chest , relieved to feel his heart on a steadier beat instead of the pumping insanity that it was when she threatened to leave . he reckons he’s had enough fights with emilia for the entirety of their friendship , and from now on - he must to be a better friend . he owes her that . “ oh . ” and it hits him . it took her saying it for matty to finally realize why emilia never wanted to be involved in his situation . hell , he should’ve known . they never talked about family issues when they were younger , but it wasn’t hard to tell she struggled with it . everyone knew . but she never talked about it , so he didn’t ask either . and now ? he wants to ask , to finally understand the woman in front of him , but this is emilia - she only ever really opens up with gracia , right ? so , instead , he places her hand on his waist , and brings himself closer , until lips are pressed against her forehead and arms wrap around her shoulders . “ i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty best friend . you know i’m here for you too , right ? to talk , or … even if it’s just to sit in your trailer in silence or to get you so drunk you can’t remember your name and then drive you home - i’m here . i’m your guy , alright ? always . ” a pause . this is getting way too soft for both matty and emilia - it’s just not very them . “ so you love me , huh ? can you repeat it to the camera ? ” their hug is short-lived . now , he holds his phone up between them , pressing the record button .

#❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › emiliasfm .

graciagallardc-a

fmk ali matty brook

... Again? I'm not really a fan of the FMK game. Uh - I'd marry Matty, of course. He's one of the closest people to me and someone I trust with everything in me. I'd sleep with Ali. Though I won't do it! I wouldn’t. I'm just answering for the game, alright? Um, like I said before, I would never want to kill anyone, even for the purpose of a game. It's a lot. But Brook's the only one left for the option, but still. I wouldn't, even if he’s a mean person and he scares me.

@mattysfm @aliisms @brooktumanday

#matty @ brook: HA !!#❪ mentions ❫

ROGERS , RUBY .

‘ you just need to get over it , matty , i can’t even remember why the two of you hate each other anymore ! ’ and don’t get them wrong , they adore the man that stands in front of them but HOLY FUCK , sometimes there were some things she would just never understand about him . ‘ actually , yes . now i’m curious . ’

“ hey , hey - she hates me . i’m simply doing her a solid and giving her a real reason to every time we bump into each other . ” he corrects , though it doesn’t help . if anything , reveals just how juvenile and immature he still is when it comes to reagan . “ feel like you just want me to drop names so you’ll have enough people to call if you ever throw a matty roast . ”

#❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › strqwberrymoons .

TUMANDAY , BROOK .

brook blinks, following the considerably older guy’s outburst. he tried, really did. he tried not to look disgusted. but his attempt at a friendly face flickers. still, he makes an effort to soften his voice. he tells the stranger with whom he’s been conversing, “i’m sorry. that’s just my neighbor. i’ve known him for years. he seems rude, but he’s just going through something right now.” he pretends to whisper, but it’s more of a shout-whisper than anything. ‘secretively’ pointing towards matty, he says, “he’s been suffering from a highly explosive case of diarrhea. hope you can forgive his behavior.”

it takes all that he has not to punch brook right there and then . still , with a puffed chest , he takes a silent step closer to the other . matty knows he’s moving into dangerous territory with brook , but the other really had this much effect on him . he’s fueled by jealousy , by the sheer fear of the role this man took in his absence , of the role he might always have in his children’s lives . and he hates it . he’s absolutely selfish enough to want wanda and daisy , as well as sabrina , as far away from him as possible . “ and this proves my fucking point . you learned that one in recess , huh , brook ? ”

#❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › brooktumanday .

BYUN , HANA .

“c'mon, i wanna know” she was curious to her about what her friend had gotten up to, during the recent holiday. hana took another swig from her beer bottle, listening, “that sounds like a fun night” she replies, “what did you go as again?”. hana’s cheeks flush pink slightly as she remembers logan, “no ailens this time round. but i might’ve kissed a hot gaston instead” .

“ met my ex’s ex and he’s a fucking child , han . he’s like , sixteen years old . ” is he exaggerating ? maybe , but to be fair , the guy looks young as hell and matty hates him . “ gracia talked me into dressing up as danny zuko . she did my hair and everything . ” and when hana’s cheeks get a little flustered , the hand that was draped over the headrest of the couch lifts to softly squeeze the region . “ oooo , so scandalous ! spill it out , was it an one-time thing or did you slide him your digits ? c’mon , make me proud . ”

#❪ exchange ❫ › hanafms .#❪ exchange ❫

HART , DORA .

theodora is very grateful she wasn’t asked to work this party. partially because she was now able to participate in it, but also because it seemed like a NIGHTMARE of an event to bartend. it gave her the freedom to be social, but someone standing beside her was making that quite difficult. “am i your caretaker for the night, or what? usually you ditch me the second we get to a party. what, was emilia busy or something and couldn’t make it?”

a hand is placed onto his naked chest , and face display utmost shock . it’s all theatrics , though . because if he were to recollect all the high school parties they attended together - she is absolutely right . matty ditched his little sister for emilia far too many times . but he’d blame it on teenage hormones . “ that happened one time , dora . ” liar . “ if anything , i’m your caretaker for the night . standing here , flexing and looking all tough . just in case anyone tries to get frisky with you . ” and biceps flex to convey his words . but yes , maybe he’s been lingering around . because emilia needs a breather from his drama , and dora seemed a little too far from his reach lately .

#❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › oftheodoras .#❪ event ❫#❪ event ❫ › owens25th .

AMIN , AVI .

❛ MATTHANIEL, IS THAT YOU? ❜ avi feigns surprise, brows furrowing in such a way that screams ‘why are you talking to me?’ ❛ i couldn’t see you over THAT GRUDGE you just mentioned. ❜ a smile ( sickeningly sweet ) pulls at the corner of their lips. ❛ now, is this your attempt at an OLIVE BRANCH? and if it is, should i ask if it comes with a martini & a refund for the past two minutes? ❜

and eyes instinctively roll . avi’s theatrics is something that used to be familiar with . hell , matty enjoyed it . now ? he thinks it’s just too much , but he’ll play along . “ it’s either this or a knife fight and whoever wins is in the right . ” he jokes . but in all honesty , he still thinks he is right . avi’s too messy and ... well . matty needed to have a good , responsible appearance if a fight for custody of his daughters ever took place . “ but i’ll buy you a drink if it helps . ”

HERRERA , EMILIA .

EMILIA’S DRUNK, BUT SHE’S NOWHERE NEAR GONE. therefore she has enough wits about her for this conversation to completely sink into her system, understanding the severity of it, and understanding that matty should know better than to bring this up to her on her birthday. “ are you fucking kidding me ? ” and just like that the bubble of her good mood has officially been POPPED, sitting up straight in her stool and swiping another shot from the bar. he knows her well enough to keep the drinks coming, but apparently it starts and ends with that. “ ‘m leaving, ” she mumbles, holding onto the bar as she slowly hobbles to her feet. emilia doesn’t realize how long she’s been sitting there until she stands up. “ you’re killing my birthday buzz with your stupid fucking drama. go run back to sabrina while you’re still here, matty. ”

emilia stands and matty gets desperate . his fingers curl around her wrist . “ no , no , no — come on , i’m sorry ! i just needed to get it off my chest . that’s all . it happened and i just kept it to myself … ” why is he trying to explain himself ? she doesn’t want to hear about it , and yet he insists . he’s too egocentric and self-absorbed . “ c’mon , stay , please ? ” and blue eyes locks with emilia’s . the grip on her wrist loosens and hand travels south , fingers slips in the gasps of his friend’s . “ i’ll pay for your drinks for the rest of the night , ” he offers . brows lift and gaze shifts to the bar counter , where the bartender had added a couple more shots . “ and i’ll dance like an idiot for your amusement … ” and he raises their hands , spinning under it . fingers snaps to the rhythm of the music as he does an awkward shimmy . and it’s embarrassing . even growing up best friends to two great dancers and having a sister who’d drag him to every dance practice and competitions , he still lacks the skill . “ i’ll even let you win on beer pong ! ” and he hopes he won her then . “ i’m an asshole , i know . ”

CHANTHARA , SABRINA .

there’s a bit of a pit in their stomach , and it’s most certainly jealously . jealousy of matty getting time with the girls ( without her ) , jealousy they got along all so well , without her . as if the girls will suddenly decide they don’t NEED her , that they would prefer their father , that none of this would end up good . they take a deep breath , plaster a smile on their lips , and reaches out to shuffle up daisy’s hair . purposely doesn’t look at matty as she speaks to her children , going on her knees so they can both hug her properly , and she can press her lips against both of their temples . they do look like a family , and anyone passing by would notice . ‘ i’ll always be here , ’ she says , tapping their noses as they giggle up at her . ‘ and you know i’ll never say no to a free meal . ’

it’s clear their children are happy , content . and when stands back up , he looks at sabrina while pushing hair from their face , sabrina can’t help but lock eyes as he does so . electricity , no denying that something in them ignited that last night together , and she knows she has to ignore it . it’s not worth it , they’ll have to remind themselves , though the thoughts are almost always pleading , begging to not follow common sense . it’s hard , for they’re drawn to each other and they know it and the amount of self control that goes to keeping their hands to themselves is astronomical . sabrina will be hyper aware , though , attention on every move he makes , on every passing touch , and it will truly feel like she’s in high school again , just a teenager with butterflies .

wanda and daisy sit next to each other before sabrina can stop them , leaving matty and sabrina to sit next to each other . her gaze lands on him , before shrugging and taking their seat . ‘ so what did you and your dad do today ? ’ she asks the girls , almost robotic , as she’s never done this before . and it feels … weird .

it surprises him , the ease to which he slips into the role of a father in their little family . and even more that his heart flutters against his chest as sabrina interacted with their daughters . he gets momentarily forgotten , but couldn’t care less . matty’s the only audience to their moment , and what sabrina and the girls have - it’s what he strives to achieve . and when they giggle up at their mother - that’s it , he’s done for . he adores his children . and maybe , just maybe , he is enamoured of sabrina . he wants to ignore it , wants to believe what they did was harmless , but it nags at the back of his skull . he can’t escape her .

it is hell . and he wonders if it’ll ever go away … this invisible pull . she moves , and he instinctively follows . an impulsive draws to be close as consciousness urges him farther away . he never learned to perform this dance - post-sex civility with the mother of your children . and it’s so awkward , so uncomfortable . daisy and wanda have to come to their rescue with content smiles . ‘ we went to the movies and watched home alone , ’ daisy answers , excited tone never faltering . and matty is trying , really trying , to keep from smiling like a god damned idiot . but the girls have seen this movie before , and yet - they’re happy all the same . and he hopes it’s because of him . ‘ and then we went to the park and had some hot chocolate … ’

‘ and dad wants to come over for christmas ! ’ it’s wanda’s turn , and her smile widens . with that , matty’s back in sabrina’s space like he never left . arms brush as his face inches closer . he doesn’t shy away from their eyes . instead , gaze locks with hers . “ i know this is a conversation that should’ve been between just us first , ” and voice lowers , though it’s not like it matters - daisy and wanda are in a conversation about christmas of their own now . “ but i’m fine with just stopping by to drop their presents if it’s not okay . ”

#❪ exchange ❫#❪ exchange ❫ › hellsfell .

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