marmaduke

matthew geronimi, one of a kind, half of a pair. flow-goer extraordinaire.

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bvnnyrabbits‌:

There was an odd sense of solidarity that came from the situation. It was slightly easier to swallow the bitter pill of humiliation when two of his best friends were going through the exact same thing. That being said, it was definitely a shock to see some of the things now splashed across Matt’s accounts. Seeing revealing pictures of Tootles and private conversations between the two made Nibs privy to a world kept secret until now, and he now wished he could’ve remained in ignorant bliss for much longer. Clearly Nibs didn’t hate Tootles, but it was common knowledge that they tended to butt heads. 

Despite being handed the cold beer, he simply sat himself down on the Twins’ messy couch and remained silent and nursed the cider. He didn’t think he was in the mood for a drink anyway. “Yeah, I…I know,” he reassured, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I guess I should probably start with the obvious. How long have you and Tootles been – y’know, doing the horizontal tango? Knocking boots? Whatever. You know what I’m getting at.”

It wasn’t that Matt was angry or anything - well, not with Nibs anyway - it was more so that he was confused, perhaps. Matt was the friend with the stupid, deep, philosophical discussions in the middle of the night preaching love and acceptance in a world of war to a fault, to a level of pretentiousness, even, and while he didn’t want to make any of this personal, it felt... well. It felt like a definite decision on Nibs’s part not to let him know. Was it Matthew’s business? Not totally, no, and he wasn’t entitled to the information, but he still got the feeling that he’d missed a grand opportunity to support his brother through a rough patch.

He winced when Nibs started asking questions, but barely seconds later, a grin bloomed on his face. There was hardly any reason to smile, no, but, “Horizontal tango?” he scoffed against the neck of the bottle pressed to his cheek. “Fucking dork.” He shook his head. “Uh. A while, I guess, but, like. Never for long at a time?” Matthew tilted his head to the side as he thought on that. “How long have-- Or, not. Like. How... do you identify, at the moment?”

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biinkys‌:

BRETT DIDN’T know what to do with himself. he’d never been in this situation before– he’d never felt angry with his brother. but he did now. sure, the leak wasn’t his fault, but brett could put pieces together. not every photo was old. he had done everything to support and defend his brother from everyone who did him wrong, but did it really mean anything if matt just ran back to someone who hurt him so badly? the last thing he wanted to do was yell at his brother, but he was FRUSTRATED. so he said as little as possible. “ yeah, unfortunately i saw it, ” he responsed from the comfort of his own bed.

Brett only had a few settings that he ran on, at least as far as Matthew saw, as far as it went when they were alone. When he was short, that narrowed it down further, and when he was short with Matt and stationary, he was either half asleep or pissed; he was definitely not half asleep. Matt pushed off of the couch in the living room and padded into the hall, leaning against Brett’s door frame when he got to it and staring him down, brows furrowed. Brett didn’t offer much from his facial expressions generally, so when he did Matt knew something or other was fucked. “Dude, what now.”

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@liddellls​

Matt... wasn’t sure who could be at the door this time. He knew it couldn’t be good when they knocked before they tried the handle - anyone who knew him knew that he kept the apartment door unlocked as long as he was around, and unless he was in class he was usually around. Eyes wide, he peeked through the hole in the door out into the hall, sighing in relief when he saw who it was. This was Brett’s problem, not his. He opened the door slowly and smiled, odd and awkward. “Hey,” he mumbled. “You, uh. How’s it goin’?”

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bvnnyrabbits‌:

Now working on autopilot, the walk to the Twins’ apartment was spent mostly lost in his own thoughts. He was ignoring everyone else for the time being, save for Matt and Brett. Surely it wasn’t a coincidence that they, too, had been hacked and exposed for the world to see. All three friends found themselves in the same, shitty boat that was quickly sinking. As usual, he let himself through the front door, but was startled to see Matt frantically flanking him. Then again, could he really blame him?

Running a hand through his curls, Nibs shook his head.” No, I – I’m just as lost as you are,” he mumbled, avoiding Matt’s gaze for a moment. The situation was bad enough, but it was embarrassing to have his closest friends see everything out in the open. “Everything’s happening way too fast and I’m just waiting for it all to come crashing down, so I could be better.” Swallowing, he added, “How ‘bout you? Uh, everything good with…y’know, you and your bro and – and Tootles, I guess?”

Matt hadn’t totally anticipated how awkward things would be. He knew that he had some... explaining to do, based on the timing of some things that his pwn phone had presented evidence of, but he guessed Nibs and his stuff didn’t seem so bad to him. Not that he didn’t think he had any right to be stressed about it - having your shit aired wasn’t just some simple thing to work through, especially stuff that private - but ‘Duke didn’t consider the possibility that Nibs would be uncomfortable with him about any of it until he was faced with it. That discomfort was contagious, and Matthew frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What-- Um...” He bit his lip. Christ, this was a lot, and Nibs, as far as he knew, had never known a thing about everything with Tootles. He’d known that the two of them had never gotten along, so they’d always taken care to keep their moments away from Nibs, tucking away after he’d gone to sleep or when he wasn’t around. It had been just about flawless. Until now, Matthew guessed. “Um. Yeah. Haven’t... gotten ahold of him yet.” There was a beat of silence. “D’you want a beer? Kinda seems like now’s a good time to crack one open.” He got two hard ciders from the fridge anyway, popping the cap off of his own before opening the other and bringing it in to Nibs. “You, um...” he glanced up at him properly. “You know you c’n talk to me about anything, right?”

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captainxzarina‌:

maybe it was the alcohol that freshly spread through her veins or the stress she needed to unleash, but here she was, standing with a handle of whiskey –– hook’s whiskey to be exact. standing in front of his apartment door, zarina smiled wickedly, placing the bottle of dark liquid down before removing the pick set from her pocket. it only took the auburn ten seconds to pick it before the door swung open and she tiptoed into the dark space. maybe this was fucked up, maybe it was just too odd to have the enemy in sacred grounds. but she wasn’t his enemy, she was peters and from what she gathered, matt wasn’t that found of her either. walking into his bedroom, she took in the sight, the warm feeling coursing through her as she looked down at him. better not waste any time and end up being too creepy. throwing the bottle down by his side, she took the water cup that was sitting beside his bed, put her fingers in it and flicked the water in his face. “marmaduke,” she mused, pushing against his shoulder with her knee as she sprinkled water on him. “wake the fuck up, come on, dude.”  @mvrmvduke

The world only moved slowly for a second or so before Matthew was fighting his blankets and sitting up in bed, blinking his eyes open to see the figure standing by his bedside. He expected to see Brett, maybe Nibs, though it was the middle of the night at best, so he couldn’t imagine why. When he squinted, he let out a slow, irritated sigh. “Z, what the fuck,” he whispered, would have hissed but he did not have the energy for that. “What time is it?” He reached over to the lamp by his bed and turned the dial, considering the bottle of dark liquor at his side as he pushed the blankets aside and stood up, fixing his boxers and stretching. It definitely seemed like he was going to need it at this rate, and he thought about taking a swig now, but figured he’d rather be ready before he tipped anything back. “’re you buyin’? ‘Cause I gotta measure some shit out then.”

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aristxcat‌:

“Jewelry is easier… I could get her tickets for the opera but then she’d want me to go with her and her old boyfriend already got her one I’m sure,” he rolled his eyes. He knew people had it worse he was just too oblivious to care about that –– or anything for that matter. “I might as well be the seventh.” 

“Maybe try for a different show?” Matthew supplied. He didn’t know the guy’s mom, had only been buying for his own for a few years now anyway, but as long as he had a grasp on what she liked he imagined it couldn’t be hard. “Tickets are good... even if there’s a movie or something, I mean. Most of ‘em just want you to spend time with ‘em, y’know?”

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“Yo Brett!!”

Matt was panicking, panicking hard. He didn’t fuck around much on social media, but Brett knew his way around, and if he did he couldn’t imagine what he’d seen already, but god he didn’t want to confront any of this. There was a bit in there, were a few bits in there, that may or may not have alluded to things happening, recent things at that, not to mention the things he had to have seen that he really didn’t have to share with family. “Bro, did you see this shit?” he yelled through the house, panicking and smashing his keyboard trying to figure out his password to delete everything. God, and he had to do this for at least two or three other platforms. “I swear to fuck I’ll knock your fucking door down,” he half-threatened. He wouldn’t, probably, maybe, but promises could not be made given the circumstances.

@biinkys

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@bvnnyrabbits

Matt went to Nibs first, if only because the chances of him screaming and finding Brett were very, very high. After they’d been on the phone for thirty seconds of course, he’d found out that they were in pretty similar situations, and in the time that Nibs took to get to their apartment, all Matthew had much of a chance to do was look on in horror. He’d had to pull up his profiles without logging in - must have forgotten his passwords or something, which was bad enough on its own, but while he was at it navigating to Nibs’s was easy enough, and... that was a lot. There was a lot. Everyone had their secrets, and Matt wasn’t about to judge, but Christ they needed to fix this. The door flew open, and Matt was on his feet in an instant. 

“Dude, I don’t know what the fuck happened. Seriously, I have... no fucking clue. I mean, you don’t either, I’m sure, but--” Matthew cut himself off, breathed let Nibs inside properly. It probably reeked, he probably looked a wreck, and he knew that, but none of that seemed important enough to be concerned about in the moment; there were much bigger matters at hand. “Are you okay, bro?”

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For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

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three cheers for sweet revenge asks 💀

helena — do you want to be buried or cremated when you die?

give ‘em hell, kid — what are your biggest fears?

to the end — do you ever want to get married?

you know what they do to guys like us in prison — have you ever been arrested?

i’m not okay (i promise) — have you ever cheated on a significant other?

the ghost of you — are you afraid of death?

the jetset life is gonna kill you — would you give it all up for someone you love?

interlude — do you believe in god, angels, and hell?

thank you for the venom — have you ever wanted to kill someone?

hang ‘em high — would you die for someone you care about?

it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a fucking death wish — do you hold a grudge or let things go?

cemetery drive — have you ever hung out in a cemetery?

i never told you what i do for a living — do you pray?

bury me in black — have you ever set fires just for fun?

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aristxcat‌:

“Got any ideas on what I can get my mom for Christmas that isn’t that expensive and will get her to leave me alone ‘till Mother’s day?”

“I got mine one of her favorite books, first edition,” Matt sighed. He didn’t mind the question in general, but people taking their parents for granted definitely remained a sore spot. “If your mom’s into that, then... maybe? Nothing wrong with sentiment, though. Just don’t be the sixth person to get her jewelry for the holidays.”

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biinkys‌:

BRETT WAS so focused on the television that he had completely missed his brother walk past him to the kitchen. it wasn’t until he was speaking directly to brett that he even realized his brother was conscious and not locked in his room. “ they got really soggy and that shit is gross, ” he whined. something he would only do in front of his brother who at this point probably expected it. “ i went straight to chips afterwards because they could never disappoint me. although, i do have a hankering for cookie crisp at the moment. ”

“Yeah, now it’s gross,” Matt grimaced, taking his usual spot and staring at the screen. “We gotta have cookie crisp somewhere, stupid,” he kicked his brother’s leg while he looked for his phone on the bookshelf. He didn’t find it immediately, did find one of their pipes and made sure it was clean before standing again to grab their stash jar from the kitchen. “Did you eat all the fuckin’ Cool Ranch? ‘Cause I only had like three this time, I kept track.”

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bellhara‌:

“For now, I think the library and maybe if I like it well enough outside of that I will try it out for myself.”

Matt shrugged. He would follow a library on twitter, but he wasn’t sure that anyone else would. “Yeah, it could work. I mean, like a whole social media presence would probably be good. Get the word out, especially for younger people.”

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this wasnt exactly the way tootles wanted when he said he wanted to get his friends back together. when peter had turned up at his window and sent him off for the others, he hadn’t known what to expect. he hadn’t felt this tense since one of his bad foster homes. bringing his knees up into his chest, tootles spoke up for the first time in a while. “so…. uh. why– what– what’s the… plan, i guess.”

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tootling‌:

it wasn’t a secret that pentiss struggled with tones of voice. whilst he was excellent with body language, vocal tones were often lost on him. but, even still, he could tell that matthew was upset. he could see – and shit, he could hear – that he’d upset matthew with his careless choice of words, which he hadn’t intended to be so careless. shifting awkwardly in his spot, he didn’t know where to begin – he was tempted to throw his little arms around him, to curl back up in them the way he used to; he wanted to cry and keep his distance and do what he could to have him stay; he wanted to do a thousand things, but he knew that this had to begin with an apology.

“i didn’t mean it like that– as a– a masculine thing.” he began, hands moving as he cringed at his own words. did this make sense? was this offensive? he didn’t know. “i only meant– the frequency– low frequencies are easier to hear.” pentiss explained, pointing to his hearing aids. with a small sigh, he didn’t want to talk about himself. his friends had left, or at least some of them had, and it had left him completely devastated. he’d thrown himself into his work to distract himself from his feelings, and when he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. “s’okay.” he lied, shrugging. “i hope ‘m not… not in your way. i didn’t know you were coming. i’m sorry.”

Matthew shook his head, eyes clenching shut against the sheer frustration this was already inducing. Pentiss reading him reading Pentiss wrong was nearly enough to set him off and send him on his way - he would have been more than happy to curl back up in bed or get ahead on his reading. But that would have been even more of a waste of time and energy; he at least needed to stay for long enough to get some of his point across or let Tootles state his case for long enough to be heard, or feel heard, and continue forward in life leaving Matthew alone. 

“I know what you meant,” he stated plainly, trying to keep his eyes steady and heart steel. “I know you didn’t. I’m just sayin’, it’s--” his breath hitched. Christ, this was a mistake. “It didn’t happen overnight or nothin’.” He was at least a bit satisfied with that. A little bit of a jab for lost time, but hopefully alleviating anything unsavory that Tootles seemed to be assuming. He’d spent enough time with the Lost Boy to have picked up on that tidbit, had been strangely, stupidly excited about it when he’d started testosterone, back when the possibilities seemed endless and he hadn’t known it would all fall apart. “You said you’d be here, so I’m here,” he shrugged. Indulging Pentiss. That was what this stop was, after all. “I’m not much of a texter, you know that.” Though when Matthew thought about it, maybe he didn’t. While he shirked everyone else’s messages in favor of a phone call since the beginning of time, he’d never been that way with Tootles. “Or-- I’d just... rather deal with whatever needs dealing with in person.”

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tootling‌:

pentiss couldn’t stay away from the hangman’s tree. their tree house was a place that he visited weekly or fortnightly, depending on his schedule, and he had spent the occasional night up in the old branches. it made him feel safe. it made him feel like things were normal, and that things hadn’t been ruined. tootles had never been able to make a choice, but when peter left, the concept of ‘tootles’ left and pentiss remained, forced to choose between peter and matthew. the problem was, that was impossible for him, considering how much he adored both of those boys, but he’d made his bed. he just refused to lie in it.

he’d spent the afternoon curled up in the space he used to sit in when the lost boys would sit together, dogpiled or in a circle or in whichever way they could. it had been about twenty minutes since he’d stopped crying, but his eyes were still undeniably puffy and red – a trademark giveaway of the overly expressive and easily upset little thing. he certainly hadn’t expected to see anybody whilst he was up here, especially matthew, but he was delighted to see him all the same. although, admittedly, matthew’s voice caught his attention – it was not the voice he remembered. “marma– matthew.” his voice was rough, but not displeased. “does your voice…? you sound– it’s– i can hear you better. you sound different. good.”

Honestly, Matthew was surprised enough that Pentiss remembered his name. He’d been Marmaduke or nothing for the vast majority of their friendship, after all, and had come to his then-friends with his name barely over a month before Peter disappeared, before surgery and solitude and seeing who his friends really were. He could see already that the boy had been crying, and if that didn’t bring their longer nights back to him, he wasn’t sure what would. They’d been everything, back then - maybe not inseparable, Brett had cornered the market on that word and always would - but close. It was... uncomfortable how much this brought back. For a moment, Matthew was glad that he’d responded this time. Then the boy spoke.

“Yeah,” Matt began, feeling the pressure rise in his chest, feeling his face getting warm with the anger that began to simmer some six or seven months before. “Yeah, it’s crazy, right? Things change in six months.” And yes, he was bitter, and maybe it was wrong, but he had absolutely had it with pretending not to be upset and with avoiding the problem. If Pentiss wanted to reach out, Matt had to assume that he wanted to confront the issue. Matt could do that. “It is good. I’ve been good. Way better.” He breathed in sharply, fingers finding the vape in his pocket. Tempting, he couldn’t lie. “How’ve things been working out for you?”

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bellhara‌:

“One of the youngsters stopped by the library earlier today to tell me I should make a twitter. What exactly is the appeal of it?”

“I mean I’m... kind of a youngster, I guess, and I can’t stand it, so.” Matthew shrugged in disdain. “Take your pick. It’s widely used, though. For you or for the library?”