#flatmate!matty

again, a last minute half-arsed one, danny and sandy from grease (leather jacket cig smoking sandy, naturally)!! the two of you were kinda high and brainstorming easy costume ideas that you could do with clothes you already owned, and you're not sure who suggested using the 848203 leather jackets in matty's wardrobe and doing grease, but it stuck; mind you, this is right before you get together, so the sexual tension is kinda at its peak, so when you burst into matty's room half-dressed and say "the leather leggings i bought are SO tight matty you need to help me get into them" and get him to help you drag the fabric up your legs... yeah, he's on the struggle bus fr. he refuses to gel his hair properly like john travolta cos he thinks it looks stupid, but he does get you to fix it for him, and you deliberately take a bit longer than necessary just to enjoy the feeling of straddling him and brushing up against him and having his hands on your hips to keep you steady... literally just kiss already u fucking idiots <3

yeah literally the whole reason he even decided to dig that shirt out and sneak it into the washing amidst the hordes of pink clothes your daughters own is because you were looking through old clothes and you found your old favourite going-out top but when you tried it on you were like "oh my god i can't wear this anymore. my boobs look MASSIVE it's ridiculous i'll get done for obscenity if i wear this out"; of course, this was of no bother to matty, who couldn't keep his tongue in his mouth or his jaw off the floor when he saw you (he was literally ready to send the kids off for a sleepover just for the chance to shag you uninterrupted lol), but you were and are adamant you're retiring the top and for some reason matty thought the best way to prove that you shouldn't was to also try an old top on and be like "i look good, right? WELL SO DO YOU!!" lmfao. anyway, he takes special care not to let you see the top while it's in the wash, going so far as to hide it amongst elena's clothes (mind you she's two) after he's ironed it and until he needs it - shockingly, you don't find it, so when he wanders into the room wearing it you're genuinely shocked. and then, once the shock passes, and you remember how much you love him in pink and how you used to joke about the design in relation to your own condom-related lore, and you notice how it clings to his muscles in a way that's both new and delicious and it really highlights just how fucking sexy he is now... yeah, AWOOGA is correct lol. matty being matty, he knows he's fit, and he knows how to get to you, so when he "absentmindedly" says "found this, but i dunno if i like it anymore. feels a bit too tight nowadays", you gasp and vehemently shake your head like "no, NO, it's so good. perfect amount of clingy"; he flexes his bicep like "you sure? feels like the sleeve could rip if i do this", and at that point you're practically getting on your knees and undoing his jeans yourself. of course, you don't get anything until you promise not to retire that top, but after you do... yeah, it isn't really a surprise that you end up with a third kid lmao. love <3

oh dear god my condolences. combining this with an idea from a dear friend about flatmate writing an essay for you because you need to get it gone before you can smoke and he's just too impatient lmfao - gonna change it slightly (because literally wtf does that twink know about a law degree lol) and make it that he offers to transcribe your handwritten final paragraph onto your laptop while you're on your way home from the bar you work in. said bar was deader than jesus was two days ago, which therefore meant you could come up with your essay conclusion and write it on the back of the till roll and send it to your bf to type out; years of guitar and piano playing and video games have led to him being quite dextrous, which honestly has benefitted you in more ways than one lol. anyway! you head back to the flat as fast as tfl will allow, making a beeline past your friends (poised and ready with the weed and the grinder and the rolling papers) towards your bedroom, in which you find matty already on his feet, holding one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings for you to change into - he kisses you softly like "s'done. formatted it for you and everything. check over it before you send it in the morning, though, yeah? i couldn't really make sense of the guide on citing interviews", and to be totally honest you don't think you've ever loved him more. he laughs when you tell him that, sitting patiently while you get changed (and very sweetly putting your work uniform in the washing basket) and kissing you again before you leave the room "just cos i think you're pretty. and i love you"; he's that level of sappy the whole time you're smoking, to be honest, kissing your nose after he shotguns you, playing with your hair when you both hit the contented, perfectly high phase, entwining himself with you on the sofa to the point you can't tell where you end and he begins. as lovely as it is, you've got a sneaking suspicion that not ever moving from matty's side to get a drink or a snack and continuously just puffing and passing with no breaks whatsoever is what leads you to green out - as dead as work was, you were too preoccupied with writing to bother stealing cokes and crisps from the bar like you usually would, too, so it's not really a surprise to you when you start to feel really weird and adam squints at you from the floor like "y'alright, mate? i think you're a bit of a funny colour". and as high as matty is, he manages to look at you and know you're not right, way past the point where calm words and a glass of water and waiting it out would do you any good - he gasps like "oh, fuck. george? help me get her to the toilet, quick", and between the two of them they manage to manoeuvre you to the bathroom before you expel the contents of your stomach into the bowl, crying matty's name quietly while he holds your hair back and sadly murmurs "i know, darling, i know. you're alright, you'll be fine". it passes quickly, and you feel better after having some of the water george brought you (that he'd for some reason put a lemon slice in? this weirdo); slightly embarrassed, sure, but it's nothing your friends have never seen before, so they're all sweet. it's still a nice day, though - how bad can a day spent having matty take extra-special care of you even be, really? <3