#mateith

Okay it’s a little over one am and I wanted something fluffy and warm. So this little piece of cheese was born. It’s probably the same universe as Misery Loves Company, because I love the idea of Astronomy Teacher Matt.

Fandom: VLD.

Pairing: Matt x Keith

Rating: G. Honestly it’s pure fluff. I think there’s like 1 swear word, and that’s it.

A sudden knock startled him and he turned towards the door, only to find a very disheveled and sleepy-looking Keith frowning at him.

“Keith?” Matt asked, confused.

“I'm tired," Keith mumbled grouchily. "Could you please turn off the lights and come to bed?"

Matt blinked and looked at the clock, squinting at it. He was surprised to notice that it was way past one am. "Sorry, babe, I didn't notice."

Keith scowled from his place on the door and Matt smiled crookedly at him.

"I’ll finish with this and go, I promise."

Keith huffed and, instead of turning back to their room and to their warm bed as Matt was half-expecting, shuffled towards Matt and peered over his shoulder.

"Grading?"

Matt hummed, amused at the obvious distaste in Keith's tone. "Yep. I have..." He counted the sheets of paper that were left to mark and groaned in despair. "Thirteen more to go."

"No," Keith said firmly, and forcibly took the red pen from Matt's grip. "You've been up since six am, and tomorrow you don't have classes until ten. You are coming to bed, now. Correct these tomorrow morning."

Matt sighed and attempted to get back his pen, but Keith skillfully danced away from him, holding the pen high over his head. Matt slumped back in his chair and chuckled softly.

"Okay, okay. You win, pen kidnapper."

"I'll gladly accept the title as long as you come to bed. Now."

Matt rolled his eyes but smiled, and immediately started putting his things away.

"Let them be," Keith growled, impatient. "They are not going anywhere, for fuck's sake. Matt, come to bed. Bed."

Laughing good-naturedly, Matt got to his feet and walked towards Keith to engulf him in a hug. Keith tensed minutely, but then returned his embrace. Matt hummed contently and buried his nose in Keith's neck. His long hair tickled his nose and he sighed, feeling suddenly exhausted. How hadn't he noticed he was this tired?

It seemed like he had said that out loud, because Keith answered in a dry but very fond tone, "It's because you are a workaholic."

Matt made a soft noise of protest, but it went completely ignored.

"C'mon. Move your pretty butt. I'm tired, too," Keith insisted, and Matt whined dramatically when he was softly pushed away.

Keith giggled. "Bed. Now, you big baby."

"I demand cuddles," Matt said petulantly as he was rudely manhandled towards their bedroom.

"Yeah, yeah. Brush your teeth and change first."

"Tyrant," he mumbled, and hurriedly went to the bathroom before Keith could retaliate.

When he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he flinched. Ugh, he looked like death warmed over. There were deep bruises under his eyes, which were bloodshot. It was no wonder Keith had been so insistent that he leave the rest of the grading for tomorrow.

When he went back to their room, he couldn't fight the smile as his eyes fell on the curled up form of his husband under the covers.

His husband.

It was something that he still couldn't quite comprehend.

It seemed like a dream, like a fragile illusion of a fantasy that would disappear the moment Matt blinked. But it wasn't, because he had already lost count of how many times he has woken up to the reality of a warm body next to him, left ring finger adorned with a simple golden band that meant so much more.

It always made him feel giddy. He would never tire of it, he was sure.

"Do you want your cuddles, or are you gonna keep looking at me from over there like an idiot?"

Prompt: Person A hates how loud fireworks are. Person B covers Person A’s ears while they watch.

Mateith (Matt x Keith) - Drabble

Keith flinches, startled at the loud fizz and boom of the first firework crossing the night sky.

At his side, Matt turns concerned eyes to him.

"Are you alright?" he asks. His voice is loud to make himself heard over the noise, but his tone is soothing and warm, and Keith shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'm—" he starts, but then another firework explodes with a deafening boom in a shower of bright, beautiful colors and he flinches again, startled.

His heart is beating erratically in his chest; adrenaline pumps through his veins, making him feel wired and stressed out. Fireworks are loud and sudden and frightening in a way that makes him think of gunshots, of blood and screams and death; and he can't, he hates it, he—

Warm, mitten-clad hands cover his ears, and Keith blinks, confused at the sudden change. Matt has turned him a bit and put himself right behind Keith in a sort of awkward hug, and his warm breath teases the back of Keith's neck with every exhalation.

"Better, now?" he asks, and Keith feels a surge of gratitude so intense he feels he's burning with love from the inside.

Fandom: VLD

Words: 1128

Pairing: Mateith (Matt x Keith)

G. Sickfic.

“Achoo!”

The sneeze is brutal, even if he's been expecting it for some time. The annoying, tingly sensation on the back of his throat had been a dead giveaway, as well as the itching inside his nose. Matt felt the bastard coming long before it happens.

But even prepared for it, it takes him by surprise.

And God, he hates it.

His temples throb, his throat hurts, and his nose is dripping. Disgusted, he promptly dabs at it with his too abused tissue, thinking that he needs to change it soon. It's so wet, it’s almost useless.

The sniffing noise he makes then is rather pathetic, if he’s being honest with himself.

“Bless you,” Keith says at his side, voice nasal.

“Thanks,” Matt grumbles, sniffing again. “I hate being sick,” he moans, discarding the sodden tissue and extracting a new one from the box they’ve been sharing.

He blows his nose and relishes the brief moment in which he’s able to feel fresh air entering through his nostrils. It’s over before he can actually enjoy it, though, and he scowls to show the world his misery.

“I know,” Keith says drily, but the tone lacks his usual grumpiness.

In fact, he’s smiling, and Matt thinks he looks beautiful even with a red nose and sunken gray-blue eyes.

*peers*