Congrats on 600!

How about some cozy (maybe even sleepy) domestic Fratt? Pretty please?

PHEEBS I MISSED YOU! i never get to write fratt 🥹

for how much shit hell's kitchen threw at matt, he sure slept looking so peaceful. the stress lines on his forehead melted away, his laugh lines become more pronounced as his dreams treat him well.

here they were, frank and matt, laying on the couch with matt sound asleep on frank's bare chest. the picture of domesticity. frank's hand drew up and down matt's back, feeling every dimple and scar on the skin.

matt's hand wrapped tighter around frank's chest as he started to wake. frank peered down at him, smiling as he saw matt's eyes flutter open and the honey brown mop of hair lift off his chest.

"have a good nap there, red?" matt hums in agreement.

"you're softer than you sound." frank laughs, eyes drawing closed at the feel of matt's hand on his face, tracing up and down his cheek. he feels the smaller man readjust, and with his eyes still closed frank feels a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth.

"love ya, red" and maybe it was because he rarely said it first, or how intimate the scenario was, but matt felt his heart bursting at the seams. tingles running down his spine, he pressed another kiss, this time to frank's lips.