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Matty and Este getting Keiko blurb PLEASE!!

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for some reason i kind of get emotional seeing pics and videos of matty and allen or matty and mayhem bc the idea of him being a dog dad genuinely fucks me up so thank u for the perfect suggestion (tbsg masterlist)

“Oh my god. Este. Please, look at these ones,” Matty held up his phone with one the of the many London pet rescue Instagram pages he followed pulled up. A pointy-eared German Shepherd posed in a photo with her litter of seven puppies, with the caption reading that her name was Bug. And that her puppies were in need of homes.

Both he and Este had been dreaming of adopting a dog ever since they’d moved in together. But somehow, it never got to the point that they went through with it; and now that a new cycle for The 1975 was about to start up, Este was on the fence about the idea. She wasn’t sure if she’d be diligent enough to raise a puppy on her own, with Matty on tour and not by her side.

But alas, Matty persisted. And he was determined—these German Shepherd puppies being just a few of many he showed Este. He could tell that deep down, she’d want the company while he travelled, and was convinced that as soon as they found the right puppy, she’d be on board.

“Bug…” Este muttered to herself, reading the Instagram post and pouting at how terribly cute the photos were. She scooted over on the sofa they were both sitting on to cuddle closer into Matty’s side. Matty swiped through the photos one by one, the two of them staring with heart eyes.

“We need to meet them.” she said, matter-of-factly.

He was shocked that the post had won her over without much convincing. “Actually?!”

“Message them before I think too hard about it.”

-

Este knocked excitedly on the door to the foster family’s home. A lively older couple answered, inviting them round to the back garden.

We’re just meeting them to see what they’re like, Matty reminded himself internally, Don’t get your hopes up.

“Little Buggy here usually prefers to meet the guests before showing you her babies—here she is,”

The two of them took a seat on the edge of their raised patio, now at the perfect level to show Bug some attention. Immediately melting at her friendly yet mellow demeanour, Matty ran his fingers through her fur, petting her calmly.

“Hello pretty girl,” he cooed. “I’m Matty.”

Este smiled at the sweet voice he always put on whenever talking to animals. He didn’t notice it, but she always did.

After a few minutes of chatting casually with the foster family, along with Bug’s tail wagging back and forth comfortably, the woman finally let the puppies free from the pen and out into the garden. It was like an invasion of excitement as they trampled into the grass, playfully nipping at each other’s paws and barking hesitantly at the unfamiliar faces.

“Oh my goodness! Hi babies!” Este giggled as multiple puppies greeted her, stepping on her feet and sniffing her in curiosity. “How old are they again?”

“They’re just about to be twelve weeks, so they’re all up to date with jabs. Ready to adopt right away.” confirmed the man. His arms were crossed as he leaned against his house, happily watching the litter collectively shower both Matty and Este in love. “Seem to like you two already,”

They laughed together, slightly overwhelmed at the high energy of the young pups. Most of them pounced around at a high speed, too frantic to allow either of them to scoop them up for a cuddle.

But, Este eventually felt a gentle paw at her thigh, where a pair of glossy black eyes stared up at her. The puppy pawed again, panting with its tongue on display.

“I think she wants you to pick her up, love.” pointed Matty.

Silently agreeing, Este tucked her hand beneath the puppy’s tiny tummy, lifting her into her lap. The dog didn’t squirm or protest. Just made herself at home against Este’s warmth.

Matty grinned, watching the bond between his girlfriend and the German Shepherd form in front of his eyes. He reached to pet her face, bringing his up close. She gave him a sloppy kiss.

“Aren’t you just a sweetheart,” Este said, flipping the small tag on her collar to learn her name. “Flo.”

A pang hit her chest. Flo. Este’s grandmother’s laugh echoed in her mind as the puppy lunged upwards to plant a kiss on her chin as well. Oh no, Este thought, We’re getting a dog.

“Stunning name.” commented Matty, stealing her from Este’s lap to pick her up, settling her into the crook of his arm. She fit there perfectly.

They attempted to show the other six of the litter equal attention, Este making up questions to ask about them. Pretending to care what their names were, or what their personalities were like. Truthfully, they just wanted to prolong the time they could spend with Flo.

Then, instead of sticking around at the foster house to gain as much time with her as possible, Matty and Este made one of the easiest decisions they’d ever made together, and took her home with them.

-

“Alright. Crate, pee pads, that food that Linda recommended, too many toys. Food and water bowls. Leash, training treats, dental chews. What else?”

They stood in the middle of a Pets At Home, Flo cosy in Este’s arms. Matty pushed a trolley, its contents growing in size as they rifled through the store and thought of more things they needed.

“We should get a new collar. The one she has now is a bit fugly.” suggested Este.

He laughed at her use of adjective. “Should we get her name put on it too? I think we can get a little engraved tag here,”

Thinking about it together, they studied her little face. Her ears perked up whenever they called her name, but the more Este thought about it, the more it didn’t fit.

“Yeah, we should. I’m sort of debating what her name should be, though.” she admitted.

“Are you?” Matty raised an eyebrow.

“A little. I like the idea of coming up with a name for her together,” Este explained, ruffling the puppy’s fur. “Instead of just going with what the owners named her.”

He eyed another brightly coloured toy on the shelf and hesitantly threw it into the trolley. They were spoiling her already.

“But they named her Flo. Flo! It feels too perfect to change,” he pointed out.

“I mean, I agree. But riddle me this, babe—when you hear the name Flo, do you think of a little puppy? Or do you think of line dancing with an old Filipino lady?” She grinned.

Matty smiled at the rosy memory, Florencia guiding his feet back and forth on the dance floor on the night her and José celebrated fifty years of marriage.

“That’s not a terrible point.”

Eventually, a cashier rung through their heaps of pet supplies and it came the time to settle on a name. The puppy sat happily, now in Matty’s arms after he expressed some jealousy that he was stuck pushing the trolley while Este got endless embraces with her.

“Okay. If we change her name, I think it should be something similar to Flo. So that at least we don’t have to train her to respond to a whole new one,” he suggested.

They threw out ideas while sifting through the different shapes of silver tags, but none stuck. Este racked her brain for other names that might mean something. She thought about both her first ever and also her most recent memories with Matty—the old and the new—all of the most poignant.

“What about Keiko?” The name sprung to her quite quickly. And it sounded enough like Flo. She wondered if Matty would even remember what the name was in reference to.

But, she was met with a grin. His eyes went squinty he smiled so hard—staring through her, then breaking to focus on the puppy in his arms.

“Do you work at the convenience store, my girl? Do you?” Matty asked playfully, scratching at the bottom of her chin. She kissed him over and over, something she was proving to love by doing it often to her new owners’ faces. He wiped away the slobber in both disgust and adoration.

“Keiko!” Este tested, in a high pitched voice. Her ears pointed upwards with attention.

“Keiko Manansala-Healy. I like it.”

-

She got a bit car sick on the journey back to the house, but they didn’t blame her. Surely the day had been overwhelming for all parties; one side being taken away by a couple of strangers to a myriad of unfamiliar places, and the other side impulsively purchasing the biggest responsibility and commitment they’d ever submitted to as a team.

There was a bunch to sort. Too much to sort. Figuring out where all of Keiko’s stuff would go. The crate, her food and water. Getting rid of anything she could chew or ruin or wee on. Thinking of when they’d be away in the near future, out to Manchester and then to Japan next, and who’d look after her. If she’d forget who Matty was when he’d be gone on tour. He insisted that she wouldn’t, and was probably right.

Matty also feverishly threw away any chocolate they had in the cupboards, insisting it was a risk to have, even though stored away safely. He was showing as the paranoid parent already.

So by the end, all three of them—a new little family—were exhausted. They’d considered maybe not letting the puppy up on the furniture, just to start with some boundaries and to train her to be well behaved, but she was too cute for them to be rational. And they cuddled her with joy on the sofa.

Este sat back comfortably, Keiko once laying between her and Matty on the cushions, but she wanted her closer; so she scooped her up and held her in the air above her face, Lion King style. Small excited squeals erupted from Keiko’s tummy. But once her arms grew tired, she lowered her down and rested the dog on her chest.

She seemed to like it there, and shifted tiredly until she eventually settled into a little ball, chest rising and falling. Keiko had fallen asleep; and Este with her dropping eyelids wasn’t too far behind her slumbers. A purely content expression sat on both of their faces.

Matty watched lovingly, craning his neck to look at them while they sat beside him. He picked up one of Keiko’s paws and studied the small black pads on the bottom of them. It was weird to fathom something existing in such a tiny entity. She took up no space at all. Was made up of pure innocence, and trust.

All the love and weirdness and lunacy made Matty’s nose go fizzy. He swallowed heavily. And then he found himself needing to blink at a higher rate to be able to see through the tears accumulating in his eyes.

Este caught him quickly swipe away a stray droplet that escaped down his cheek. She pouted, reaching over to cup his jaw with her hand and rubbing back and forth with her thumb. Her touch did something visceral to him, like it always did.

“Are you crying, Matty?” She asked, with a slight laugh, trying to cover up the fact that she was getting a bit emotional as well.

He furiously shook his head in denial, but then another tear fell.

“I just don’t think I’ve loved anything this much before.”

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