#mattash

my secret santa was @uptillion!

decided to draw one of your top ships, mattash, loosely inspired by your ballroom dancing headcanons

hope you like it!

It was short lived. ):

Then after the whole affair was done away with… Emily was back. Chris was back.

And they’d be released into the custody of their parents the neck morning.

Ashley seeing Emily, Matt seeing Chris:

“… right…”

Back to pushing that away. Just slipped to the surface guys don’t even worry about it.

That’s just a wishful thought on the last image. It’s hurt with denier comfort.

(Extra: MattAsh because @cuddly-copium made cute art for me before lol)

second chances/first choices a MattAsh gift for @cuddly-copium

It gets exhausting after a while, choosing someone who won't choose you back. Terrifying, too, when the choice in question is life or death. A thrown lever, a well-placed insult, a smoking gun, a clandestine meeting, a locked door, a desperate jump - they all made their decisions in Blackwood Pines, and the butterfly effect takes no prisoners. After finding themselves the only survivors of that night, Ashley and Matt have a lot of time to think about what it means to be someone's first choice...as well as what it means to be given a second chance.

Read now on AO3

For my passion project / Headcanon lore.

I’ll happily talk about any of these, my inbox is always open.

If you’d indulge me

Maybe your take on the AshMatt photo ORRRR the one of her just standing there with a red cup. Either or! I have just been desperate for written work around the game photos

It was a dumb thing to get hung up on. That’s what she kept coming back to as she stared down into her dumb plastic cup, the endless refrain to the anxious inner monologue her brain was playing in time to Jess’s party playlist: Dumb dumb dumb stupid dumb.  

Still, it gnawed on her (the way everything seemed to, those days), how easy it was for Sam and Hannah to see a phone and strike a pose, how effortlessly pretty Emily and Beth and Jess came out in even the most unexpected candids—but mostly it was how many pictures there were of them, how all of their camera rolls were full to the brim with selfies and sneaky shots of each other having fun, while she was lucky to end up in the background, half blurred and half blinking.

Maybe it showed on her face, maybe she was just radiating that kind of energy, maybe he’d taken up mindreading in his spare time, but either way, that was when Matt swooped in, his arm heavy around her shoulders and his hoodie still smelling like last night’s bonfire. “Hey, say cheese,” he whispered, then nudged her in just the right way that she spotted Beth pointing her phone their way.