#fluff asks

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Today has been A DAY, ugh. Train delays and cancellations to and from work, pouring rain and no coat...Maybe girlie has had a similar day but matty takes good care of her when she finally makes it home, hours later than planned.

matty's just home from tour and he is so so sleepy, so when you're leaving the house for meetings you just wake him up enough to say "i'll be home around six and i'll bring dinner. i love you, go back to sleep" and give him a kiss before you head out the door. the overground is delayed on the way into london, which is a bit annoying but whatever, you're still on time for meeting #1. and then you and your manager get stuck in traffic on the way to meeting #2, which leaves you a bit frazzled, then meeting #3 is cancelled at the last min so you decide to go and grab a coffee - the heavens just OPEN while you're out with no umbrella or jacket, so by the time you get to meeting #4 (which, thankfully, is on time and quick and good) you're soaked through. when you leave, intending to call a car, the streets are completely gridlocked, so you think "fuck it" and opt for the overground again; this, as it turns out, is a terrible decision, because the next two trains aren't running, which means you're at the station in the pissing rain for at least another hour and you just really REALLY want to go home to your boyfriend and your dog. poor matty phones to cheerily ask "hi darling! are you on your way home?", and you literally just burst into tears in response like "nooooooo the trains are off and the traffic is terrible and i'm so cold and wet and hungry and i just want to go home" - he's like "oh, sweet girl... which station are you at? i'll pick you up", and you sniffle like "no, thank you. you'll be stuck for hours, baby, m'serious", and he's not happy about it but he says "alright. but promise me you'll phone if the next train doesn't turn up, yeah? i'm not leaving you stranded. and i'm picking you up from the station at the other end no matter what", and you just sadly go "mhmm" lol. thankfully, the next train DOES turn up, and when you get off it matty's waiting in the car with a takeaway hot chocolate and a towel; as soon as you sit down, he gently dries your face and kisses you and lets you just melt into him while you cry a little bit about how shit your day's been, and once you've stopped sobbing he's like "d'you want to pick up dinner on the way home, or just order it from the house?", and you're like "i wanna go home :(", so he kisses you again and holds your hand while he drives. at home, he's the sweetest of the sweet, helping you out of your wet clothes and into a warm bath, ordering dinner before he comes in to wash your hair and calm you down, bundling you into a towel and some warm cosy clothes (his) and carrying you to the living room to cuddle (alone and then with mayhem) while you wait for the food - he dries your hair, too, after you've eaten, he makes you laugh, and generally just keeps you snuggled into him for the rest of the night because he knows that's where you feel safest and happiest. when you're curled up together in bed, stroking each other's faces, you're like "thank you. you're really good at taking care of me", and matty kisses your nose like "i love doing it, i really love it. i love you"; that sets you off again, honestly, and you sniffle "i love you too. so so much. can't explain how much, to be honest", and he just smiles like "no, i know how much. same as me" before cuddling you tighter like "come on, darling, let's get some sleep" WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH he's so tender i love him <3

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Mads I have this concept in my mind. I see it with d word Matty. I think beginning of the relationship, maybe Matty is supposed to be away for a couple of days so girlie is having a self maintenance night. I imagine her with her hair up to have heat less curl, self tan, maybe some pimple patches. And then Matty surprises her by coming back early, maybe she's waiting for her food, she opens the door and it's Matty. She's super embarrassed/self conscious but of course he's super chill about all of it.

this inspired me to write a lil fic! seeing it as set after candlelight, but before any d words or l words were used lol. enjoy! <3

i've been dying to meet you (d word matty x reader fluff)

the doorbell rings just as you're applying your under-eye patches. you don't rush to get it, though - the drivers know to just leave your food order at the door to your flat once you've buzzed them up. god forbid anyone sees you like this, after all, in the midst of your thursday night routine; you probably look insane, wandering around in your dressing gown and slippers, hair wrapped around a pair of tights and clipped up, face covered in sheet mask and pimple patches, respectively.

but you feel good. and you'll look good tomorrow. which is imperative, given that you’ll see your boyfriend (it still feels weird being able to say that, honestly) for the first time in 20 days.

the thought of that has you slightly giddy. humming happily, you dance through the flat towards the door, only pausing in the living room to click play on the next episode of sex and the city and have a sip of your wine. the mouthwatering scent of your dinner seeps into the hallway, growing stronger as you near the door - it's never quite been so potent before, but then again, you’re fucking starving. 

still humming tunelessly, you open the door to grab your food, and come face to face with matty.

your breath catches in your throat in horror - he can't see you like this, so soon into the relationship! - but your heart swells at the sight of your boyfriend in his hoodie and sweats, your (open!) takeaway in his hands. he grins when he sees you, eyes lighting up as he takes in your appearance; you tense up in preparation of him taking the piss out of it.

he doesn't, though. “hi, baby,” matty says softly. “stole one of your prawn crackers - hope you don't mind.”

you blink. “how- how did you get up here? you didn't buzz.”

“offered to hold the door for the delivery guy and just came in after him. and then i offered to bring this up when i asked if it was for your flat and he said yeah. felt like i was 22 again, honestly, in my old job,” your boyfriend smiles. “although i can safely say i never ever delivered a takeaway to someone as hot as you back then.”

“don't make fun,” you groan, stepping to the side to let him into the flat - he kisses your temple as he passes you - and kicking the door shut. “nobody was meant to see me tonight. s'why i asked them to ring the doorbell and just leave the food without me answering.”

“i did wonder why it took you so long to get to the door, darling,” matty calls over his shoulder as he wanders into your kitchen. he furrows his brow when you walk straight past and continue into your bedroom, laying the food on the counter and following you - well, until the door closes before him. “babe? are you… annoyed at me?”

“no, i'm just putting underwear on,” comes your muffled reply, followed by the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

“don't feel you need to do that on my account, sweetheart, i insist. actually, i'm more than happy to also get naked, if you prefer.”

despite your lingering shock at seeing him, you giggle at your boyfriend’s eager tone. “no, it's alright, matty.”

“you're sure? i've already got my shirt off.”

the speed with which you open your bedroom door at that phrase is almost embarrassing. matty - shirtless, as promised - smirks when you do. “i can't believe you had no pants on when you answered the door.”

you frown, flicking him on the stomach; he just laughs and follows you into the kitchen. “shut up, i couldn't put clothes on, i had just moisturised.”

“what, your arse and all?”

“mhmm.”

“interesting,” matty smirks again. “wouldn't mind seeing that process, to be honest.”

“for fuck's sake, matthew.”

“sorry, darling, couldn't resist,” your boyfriend grins. his face softens into a more tender smile. “just missed you, s'all. hope you don't mind that i came over early and interrupted your pamper night - couldn't settle at home, knowing you were only a few miles away for the first time in weeks.”

the sweetness of his revelation goes straight to your knees; you wrap your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, and press your lips to his in a tender kiss. it deepens when matty runs his tongue across your lips, slipping it into your mouth when they open, but that's as passionate as it gets - the overwhelming emotion behind the kiss is just sheer affection.

“i missed you too,” you kiss matty's nose when you pull away. “and you're not interrupting anything, really, s'just my usual thursday night routine,” you pull the little containers of food from the bag and turn to get a plate from the cupboard. “d'you want to split this with me? i ordered too much.”

matty nods, taking the plates from you and grabbing a fork from the drawer to dish the food up. “thanks, sweetheart. so, tell me more about this thursday night thing. you do this every week?”

“yeah, whenever i'm home, just to prep for the weekend. haven't you ever noticed i always look better at work on fridays?” you grin, pouring your boyfriend a glass of wine.

“not really. i think you look beautiful every day,” matty smiles, kissing your hand after you pass him the wine. “although i have noticed your hair is usually really curly during friday meetings. i like it.”

you point to your head. “blame this.”

“serious? i thought you were going to get a blow dry after work or something.”

“nah,” you giggle. “i just go to sleep with this in. feels a bit weird, but i like the end result.”

“so do i,” matty smiles. “you're so pretty, baby.”

your cheeks burn, and you smile bashfully at the floor. “well, when i take all these weird stickers off my face, maybe.”

“no, even now,” matty gently tilts your chin up so he can look you in the eye. “you’re beautiful. my perfect girl!”

he leans down to kiss you again; you giggle as he pulls away afterwards. “oh, you're down bad bad for me, aren't you? still thinking i'm pretty even when i've got pimple patches on.”

“well, yeah, i have eyes.”

“pretty ones, at that,” you rest your hand on his jaw, and he turns to kiss it. “i'm glad you came to see me tonight. would you like to stay over?”

“if i say yes, do i get to be pampered a little bit?” matty giggles.

“oh, i'll take care of you, don’t you worry, baby.”

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need a messy makeout sesh with the nerd IMMEDIATELY

his favourite thing of ever is when you make yourself all comfy on his sofa with the tv or a record on and then end up snuggling into him and turning your heads for little kisses that always, ALWAYS end up with him laying you down on the couch and lying above you while you do your best to shove your tongues down each other's throats. for all his inexperience, matty has always been a wonderful kisser, so attuned to what you like and how to make you swoon that you think he was made just for the sole purpose of kissing you; he's HUNGRY with it, sloppy in the best way, desperately licking into your mouth and sucking and softly biting at your top lip, smiling and giggling into you when you whimper at the feeling, groaning deliciously when you retaliate and tug on his curls just to keep yourself tethered to something amidst all the ecstasy. and his face when he pulls apart to gasp for air... god, he's beautiful. and he's all yours <3

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office nerd cuddles … laying on his chest while i read and he’s playing with my hair and kissing my head and yapping about his day … mads i need it

- heather (yearning)

thinking of him a bit further into the relationship when he gets that little lecturing role at one of the unis... he calls you on his way home, sounding exhausted but asking if there's any bits you need him to pick up on the way home, and even though you say no he pops into one of the shops to buy you flowers anyway. and he presents these to you after he clatters through the front door and sighs as he kicks off his shoes and tugs off his blazer and tie and leaves them in a heap in the hallway while he runs through to you and collapses onto you on the sofa - you have a little hug, kissing matty's hair while he catches his breath, and then he pulls himself up to look at you like " :D hi darling" and give you a little kiss, which soon turns into a big, long, lazy kiss. at some point during the liplocking, like you said, you end up against his hard chest, cushioned by a cosy jumper, soothed by his chest rising and falling as he breathes, and at his encouragement you finish the chapter you're reading ("i don't mind, baby, really, i interrupted YOU") while he takes a second to just chill and relax himself by putting tiny braids in your hair and kissing your temple; when you're almost done reading, you're like "tell me about today, angel. it was interview techniques you were teaching today, wasn't it?", and his eyes just light up as he yaps on about the course material (but he catches himself and says "wait why on earth am i telling you this you already know how to interview lol") and how well the students seemed to pick it up and the couple in his 2pm seminar that remind him of the two of you ("he blushes every time she looks at him. he's so me")... it's just lovely, hearing him yap and being genuinely pleased that he had a really good day. of course, matty goes all shy when you tell him you're proud of him, hiding his face in your neck until you lure him out like "come on, let's go and make dinner", and the rest of the evening is just domestic loveliness - good food, good tv (the gilmore girls rewatch has begun. he's fascinated by it), a sweet little shower together/pamper sesh, maggie cuddles, and falling asleep entwined with each other. adorable <3

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matty cooking dinner for girlie and i think it would be extra special if it was d word because she’s always looking after him

that stage where you've just said i love you for the first time and now you're practically using it as punctuation and just having the best time existing with each other... dreamy. going for a coffee with matty in the morning and being all apologetic on the way home because you need to nip into tesco express for a few things, and him just being like "well let's buy ingredients for dinner while we're here and i'll make it, yeah?" - he sends you off on a mission to pick dessert (profiteroles) and a bottle of wine (he's so endeared when you return with a mid-range red, excited because it's on a clubcard deal lol) while he grabs the components for the main course, and even though you have a minor tiff at the checkout because he won't let you pay (he does compromise and lets you tap YOUR clubcard instead of his) it's quite lovely holding hands with him in the supermarket and being all domestic like that. back at your flat, after a sexy little sofa makeout sesh, the domesticity continues; he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter with a glass of wine while he starts on dinner, and watching him pull cooking equipment from your cupboards with total familiarity genuinely makes you a bit emotional. anyway, of course matty's yapping while he's stirring the sauce, leaning over to kiss you just because he wants to (this happens A Lot) and giggling when you're like "baby, you're gonna burn the food if you keep this up" - he gently berates you for moving to stand behind him at one point like "sweetheart, what are you doing? you're meant to be sitting back and relaxing", but he coos when you wrap your arms around his waist like "missed you too much, s'all. thank you for doing this, by the way, matty, s'lovely. i quite like being taken care of like this". matty literally just turns to kiss you properly, smiling against your lips like "and i love doing it. you work so hard sorting everyone else out, darling - you deserve to be looked after, too, yeah? i know you're self-sufficient - you might be the most self-sufficient person i know, to be honest - and i love that about you, so much... i just want you to remember that i'm here to take care of you too, y'know? i love you. i love making you happy. i love taking care of you. i'll do it forever, if you'll let me, honestly". naturally, you get a little bit teary at that, because yeah you really aren't used to being taken care of like that, and then there's another little makeout, and then dinner, which is really lovely; matty blushes when you tell him as much, and you don't think anyone else has ever been in love as you are right now. yeah, it's just lovely. and so is he, sweet boy <3

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d word girlie and matty at beas show ?

omg WAIT what if... lyla's first concert 🥺🥺 her auntie bea!!

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Vampire!Matty and girlie’s first time together??? Feel like he’s had a LONG time to perfect his craft in the bedroom …. WAIT would he be way more into period sex (sorry if that’s too much 🫣)

period sex has to be its own blurb and i have no less than 8 asks about it so stay tuned lol. the first time you generally just have sex... it happens after you've both gotten caught in the rain on the way back from a date - it's a month or so into actually properly dating, and given that the day was so overcast it meant you and matty could actually go out in the afternoon for once without risking him getting hurt. and it's a lovely day! you go out to a museum (and whisper "that's you" every time you see a fossil lol), then to the pub to watch the football, and it's just so... normal, and human, and matty absolutely loves it. the sex wasn't foreseen, but neither was the rain you get caught in on the way back to matty's - by the time you get into the lift to the penthouse, you're both soaked to the skin, clothes clinging to every contour of your body and breaths coming heavy (even matty, who technically doesn't even need to breathe lol), and the sexual tension is so crazy you HAVE to make out on the way up. the walk into the flat is calm, but by the time you get in you've already decided you're going to fuck him today, so you make a point of stripping off slowly while looking at him like "need to get out of these clothes. i'm too... wet". he's a vampire, yeah, but he's also a man, and as soon as he sees you naked matty's a goner; you're in his bed in seconds, kissing down his neck while he undresses, touching his face and nodding and whispering "please. i need you" when he pauses for a nanosecond before sliding in. it's sweeter than you anticipated (which is welcome!), but SO good - like you said, he knows what he's doing, and he looks at you like you're a work of art AND decorates your body like one when the pleasure in him gets too much to contain, and is truly genuinely the best you've ever had. and that's BEFORE he gets his mouth on you. jesus christ <3

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Omg YES vampire Matty night - does he share his whole story after girlie finds out he’s a vampire? What’s the story on how he turned (on purpose, accident, victim of a vamp attack)? So much lore!!

he shares his story right after you find out, yeah!! i think he was human during the late victorian era, to be honest - grew up in a middle-class northern family ("dad owned the farm, but we all worked on it"), was honestly a little bit of a fruit/too into literature and music so he moved to london (the way he phrases it to you is "you know... teen angst. like in lady bird where she says she wants to go where culture is. and that one bronski beat song") and hung around the literati ("oscar wilde used to flirt with me, you know. m'serious. i'm the basis for dorian gray" "nice try, healy, he was blonde in the book" "...ah, fuck") of the era. as it turns out, he was turned by an unknown vampire in the early 1900s, when he was in his early thirties, after almost dying from tuberculosis (ironically, also named consumption); he's like "i don't know why they chose me of all people-" and you interrupt like "because you were beautiful, matthew. you were beautiful anyway, and then you got TB, which everyone thought was a flattering malady - one of the brontës said that, i think - and whoever turned you probably thought it would've been a waste to let you die". and matty thinks for a second, and you worry you've offended or upset him, but he just smiles shyly and says "you think i'm beautiful?", the little shit, and you just roll your eyes and grin like "a little bit, yeah". anyway, he laid low for a bit after that, coming to terms with vampirism and relearning how to be a part of society, which meant he missed ww1, and spent ww2 working in paris for the resistance and chilling with sartre and camus - he stayed there for part of the 50s, then split his time between london and new york in the 60s and 70s ("punk was SO fun"), and spent the 80s back in manchester being angsty and emo again on the indie scene, and he's been in london ever since. all his money was made from an invention, inspired by the punks he hung around with: tattoo ink that didn't dissolve in vampires' venom-filled blood, which he patented and made a fucking FORTUNE from, a fortune that only keeps increasing and means he doesn't have to work and can get away with being part of the nightlife. he's gorgeous, he's sweet, he's funny, and he's totally head over heels for you in a way he's never been before. i love him <3

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Hear me out barista matty . either coworkers or ur his regular someting about those new pics in his glasses makes me need to see this

ok i am NOT doing another au but i do like the sound of barista matty actually. he owns and runs the coffee shop near your new job, and he's so hot and really very good at making coffee and just the right mix of flirty and sweet that you end up going in before work every morning and you get to a point where you honestly can't tell if it's because you're caffeine-dependent or matty-dependent. as he gets to know you better, he tailors your order ever so slightly to make it better for your taste (and makes the latte art extra pretty), and ends up christening you "cookie" because of your job (he whistles and calls you "smart cookie" when he learns about it) and also your penchant for the chocolate chip gloriousness stocked in the display cabinet - like, you're later than usual one morning, frazzled because you slept in, and when you run through the door of the coffee shop after the morning rush matty (looking relieved) is like "there she is! was starting to worry that you weren't coming in, cookie. saved you the last choc chip. and i'll get you a latte now, darling". even on your mornings off, you make a point of getting up early and going in for a coffee, sitting at the cosy little window armchair with a book, people-watching and doing your best not to be too obvious ogling matty's arms as he makes drinks and clears tables and (and this murders you) holds a toddler for like two seconds while her mum gets her purse from her bag to pay. it's on these days that you become really friendly, chatting to each other about anything and everything as he stops by your table while he's cleaning up - you offhandedly tell him when your birthday is, and on the day itself he presents you with your usual AND a muffin with a candle in it AND a really quite adorable blush on his face like "this is all on the house. obv. happy birthday, darling", and you cannot help kissing him on the cheek and making him blush even more. actually, you run into him that night in a bar, when you're both out with friends - you're ordering and you just hear a familiar voice from behind you say "cookie, if you've just asked for an espresso martini i will literally be heartbroken", and you BEAM and turn round to see matty looking ridiculously hot in a half-open white shirt and you say "never. can't drink coffee unless you make it anymore. you've spoiled me, matthew". he slings an arm around your shoulders and says "that's what i like to hear" and tells the bartender he'll pay for your drink alongside his wine, and when you thank him he shrugs like "s'your birthday. and i just got to buy a drink for a pretty girl, so, win-win"; before you can reply, though, he leans in and says "honestly, darling, i haven't been able to stop thinking about you kissing my cheek this morning", and you grin like "neither have i. liked it. and, to be honest... i like you". matty just beams and says "yeah, i like you too, cookie. i'd like to take you out, if you'd be up for that. you free for dinner tomorrow?", and you nod enthusiastically like "i'd love that". so yes! that's that. cute <3

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i'll do anything that you wanna

(hi! sweet @brownduck and a lovely anon sent in prompts to inspire this loooooong pre-relationship flatmate!matty moment. references to 10 Things I Hate About You (if you haven't seen it, go! watch it!). enjoy!)

flatmate!matty watching girlie wistfully sigh at some cute romantic thing in a show/film she's watching and now he's determined to do that for her. This could either be right before or right after they get together

Being super normal abt the idea of movie nights with flatmate matty, maybe this instance like riiight before you two get together 💔 cuddling up together bc that’s like, a totally normal thing that friends do, him nodding off onto your shoulder or vice versa……….

matty knocks softly on your-half open bedroom door, nudging it fully open with his foot when he hears your soft "come in!". he tries to ignore the little pang of tenderness that appears in his heart when you smile at him standing in your doorway; instead, he focuses on addressing the laptop open on your knee, its artificial light illuminating your pretty face. "sorry, darlin', didn't realise you were still working. i'll leave you be."

he makes to exit, but is stopped by your sudden protests. "no, no, i'm finished for today," you say, closing the lid and lifting the computer from your shorts-clad lap. you stretch languidly, and matty's brain shuts down for a second as your cropped t-shirt rides up and exposes the bare underside of your boob. "what's up?"

once he's regained control of his brain, matty shrugs. he swears he sees your eyes flick down to quickly gaze at his bare chest, brought to prominence by the movement, but he's probably just projecting. "just wondered if you wanted to hang out, s'all. haven't really seen you much this week. missed you."

your face lights up as you beam at him. you pat the space beside you on your bed, signalling for matty to sit next to you. at first, he's quite grateful for the seat, because his knees went weak at the radiance of your smile, but then it hits him when he plonks down next to you; he's half naked in your bed, breathing in the scent of your perfume and shampoo, next to an almost as half-naked you, lying on your side and smiling at him through your eyelashes.

fuck. he's so fucked.

you shift up to a sitting position and - almost tentatively - reach across to boop matty on the nose. he wrinkles it in response, trying his best to deflect how adorable he found it, which makes you giggle and reposition his glasses for him. "you know, healy," you begin, teasingly. "for a supercool edgy rockstar, you're very cute sometimes, wanting to hang out with little old me late on a friday night."

matty can feel his cheeks go crimson, and bites his lip to stop from - what? smiling? groaning at how cute you are? kissing you there and then? he's not sure. "oi, less of the teasing. i'm trying to be nice."

"sorry. you're very sweet," you say, snuggling into his side so naturally that matty thinks he might pass out. "and i missed you too. was gonna put a film on, if you want to watch it with me."

matty experimentally leans his head to rest on your own; when you don't protest, he speaks. "that sounds nice. what film? don't say fucking twilight, i can't sit through that shite again."

"shut up, it's a masterpiece," you say indignantly, peeling yourself away from matty to rifle through the pile of dvds in the corner of your room. as much as your closeness fucks matty up, another pang in his heart appears as soon as you move from him; loss, longing, loneliness. jesus christ, he needs to get a grip. "oh! here, surely you like this one."

matty crawls forward to read the title, not noticing the way your thighs clench together at his lithe movement. "10 things i hate about you? i don't think i've ever seen it."

"WHAT?!" you press the dvd to your chest in what matty thinks might actually be genuine shock. "how have you never seen it? you've had girlfriends."

"what's that got to do with anything?"

you sigh, climbing back onto the bed and sitting on your knees in front of matty, who moves to sit on his hands so he physically cannot rest them on your almost-bare thighs as he so badly wants to. "it's a rite of passage for any girl to watch this with her boyfriend in the first few weeks of dating."

"wh-"

"don't ask me why, it just is," you begin, sighing. "but seeing as you've gotten to your big age without being shown it by the multitudes of girls who've tried and failed to cuff you..."

matty raises his eyebrows at that, but he can't exactly deny it.

"... i guess i'll have to do it." you roll your eyes dramatically, but smile that radiant smile again afterwards. "you cool with that, healy? pretending i'm your girlfriend for the 90 minutes it takes to watch this film?"

matty thinks about what he could say here. why pretend? let's make it official. i probably imagine you're my girlfriend for at least triple the amount of time it would take to watch the film every day of my life, anyway. but he doesn't. he won't. matty's so in love with you that he'd marry you tomorrow, but the thought of telling you that and you not feeling the same (which is bloody likely) terrifies him. it hurts like fuck repressing his feelings for you all the time, especially when there's reminders of you all over the flat you share - your trainers lying haphazardly by the door, your books on every flat surface available, your shampoo next to his in the shower caddy, your perfume wafting through every room and getting him higher than any drug he's ever been on - but he'd rather keep both quiet and you in his life than fuck up the dynamic and lose you forever.

so matty plays it cool. nonchalant. he shrugs, keeps his tone light, neutral facial expression. "sounds alright to me."

your smile dims a little. fuck, was he too cool with it? did he lapse into disdain? maybe - your tone is cooler when you reply with an "okay". thankfully, though, it brightens. "but that's not an excuse for you to do the old putting-the-arm-around-me-to-squeeze-my-tit move," you say, with a look so mischievous it borders on flirty.

the panging in matty's heart is replaced by fluttering - god, what he wouldn't give to have you look at him like that all the time. desperate to keep it going, he retorts with an equally mischievous phrase, pointedly ignoring the slight agony of how easily flirting with you comes to him. "fuck's sake, what's even the point of me agreeing to this then?"

your cheeks tint pink. fuck. scratch what he said about the flirty look - that's what matty wants to make you look like all the time, flustered by his affection. before he can make a cheesy joke about him really taking the boyfriend role seriously in making you blush, you respond with a statement that genuinely leaves him dumbstruck. "fine, we'll compromise: you can sit between my legs and use my tits as a headrest, okay?"

there's not even a hint of humour or sarcasm or irony in your voice. matty blinks a few times before he regains the power of speech. "you being serious?"

an earnest nod. "what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't let you snuggle up to me like that?"

jesus h. fucking christ alive. this might genuinely kill matty off, but why wouldn't he take such a golden opportunity? if he dies, he dies with his head on your tits - arguably a perfect way to go. "fair point, babe. alright. get the film on, then."

you hop up from the bed and run to your tv (matty tries not to focus on the way your bum jiggles in those illegally-tiny shorts you're wearing, and fails miserably). as you faff around with the dvd player, you call back to him. "there's wine under your side of the bed if you want any."

smiling to himself at the way you said "your side of the bed" so casually, matty reaches down and grabs a slightly dusty bottle of red. "fuck me, this is good shit! no wonder you've been stashing it in here, babe. are you sure you want to drink it now?"

"might as well, if we're on a date," you say with a wink, walking back to the bed and settling onto it. after wiggling around to find the best sitting angle against the headboard, you gesture to the space between your open legs. "get in, then."

"dirty," matty quips, but does as he's told, climbing between your legs and leaning back against you. a flush of contentment passes through him as he does; the two of you seem to fit together seamlessly, laser cut puzzle pieces made with the sole purpose of connecting together. "ooh, they really are comfy!"

that earns him a flick to the stomach, but you don't berate him (unbeknownst to him, because you like the feeling of him resting his head there). "ready to start watching?"

"sure, babe."

you tap the remote to start the film, matty opens the wine, and fake date night begins. you both manage to watch the film in comfortable silence - albeit interspersed with the odd chuckle, and a melancholy "oh, heath" from matty when patrick first appears onscreen - until kat is shown intently reading the bell jar, at which point matty cackles. "oh my god, she's you!"

"can't even argue with you," you giggle, taking the wine from him and taking a swig. "but shush, babe, keep watching."

how can matty be expected focus on the film, though, when you're there right next to him, all sparkling eyes and smiling lips and cheeks flushed from the booze? he makes an effort to watch it, though, because it clearly makes you happy - that, and he's actually quite enjoying it. but his eyes continue to flick to you, too, heart fluttering slightly faster every time he does.

more of the film passes, the two of you sharing wine and chatting quietly and laughing throughout. suddenly, though, you gasp and put your arms around matty, who puts his hand on your thigh comfortingly as an immediate response. he screams internally when he realises he's probably crossed the acceptable intimacy line by several hundred miles in doing that, but keeps his hand there when you don't respond, too hooked on the onscreen action to bother. "okay, we have to actually shut up now - this is the best scene in the film."

matty squints at the frankie valli song playing in the background, then at heath ledger holding a mic. "surely he isn't-"

"oh, he is." you readjust matty's head on your chest to lean forward as best you can, eyes unblinkingly focused on the screen. matty turns his gaze sideways onto your face, which settles into a dreamy expression as you wistfully sigh at patrick serenading kat. the previously-unseen longing in your eyes is crystal clear, even in the dim lamplight of your bedroom.

oh. oh.

matty fights to suppress the grin spreading itself on his face as the realisation hits him.

you find being sung to romantic.

this is good. great, even. some would say perfect, ideal, serendipitous. the very thing matty does for a living is the thing - well, at least something - that you want to be wooed by. what a fucking wonderful turn of events.

the rest of the film passes by in a blur. matty watches it, oohing and ahhing a beat after you do, but doesn't really take anything in. his brain is too preoccupied with going through the (extensive) list of love songs he knows and could sing for you - ones he's written (about you), ones he loves (because they remind him of you), ones he knows you love. so preoccupied is matty, in fact, that he doesn't realise he's now resorted to tracing patterns into your thigh with his index finger, nor that you're actively enjoying him doing so. it's only when the credits begin to roll that matty snaps out of his daydreams about singing to you, and even then it's largely due to you (reluctantly) manoeuvering his body off of your own so you can get up to turn the tv off.

once the dvd is back in its case, you turn to matty, hands on hips, adorably blinking the tiredness from your eyes. he notices, with a flush of something like satisfaction, that your t-shirt is all crinkled over your chest where his head has been. "so," you start. "how'd you find it?"

"good, yeah. interesting," matty replies, watching you as you climb back onto your bed and burrow under the duvet. he isn't lying. "that scene where heath was singing to her... that was definitely my favourite." again, not a lie.

"get under the covers, you're freezing- yeah, that's my favourite scene, too," you say, lifting the duvet up so matty can awkwardly slide under it with you. his heart flutters again as you yawn cutely, a fluttering which increases to a rave-level bass thumping when you wriggle close to him and lay your head on his chest, draping an arm across his stomach. the agreed 90 minutes of pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend is definitely over, but there's no way matty's going to protest you cuddling him for longer, not when it feels so right. "s'romantic."

"d'you think you'd like it if someone sang to you, darlin?" matty asks - it's a bit of a loaded question, but your sleepiness means you'll give an honest answer that you probably won't remember giving at all.

"mhmm", you say, clutching matty tightly as you drift off to sleep. "maybe you could..."

you're fast asleep before you can finish the sentence. matty just looks at you tenderly, his love for you practically radiating off him, and gently sweeps a stray strand of hair from your cheek. emboldened by the wine and affection, he kisses your forehead - a feather-light brush of lips against skin - before settling down to sleep himself.

sharing a bed for a night crosses the acceptable intimacy line so far it's practically on another continent, but matty couldn't care less right now. "yeah, angel, i could. i can," he whispers into your hair. "and i will, soon. i promise."

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idk if we’ve discussed this already but thinking about bday girly and matty fucking in the bathroom at an award ceremony/after party… like maybe girly is presenting an award and matty is in full trophy bf mode and can’t get enough of her <3

bonus points if charli is also there and is all 😏😏😏 when they come back

lowkey could be brits they get random people to present awards!! maybe you're there doing that, and while the band aren't nominated this year bea is and matty and g go to support her, and charli will not miss a party for anything so she tags along too lol. you sit with them before you have to work, sipping champagne and being kissed by matty and swaying in your chair with him during the performances until someone comes to get you to take you backstage, at which point you give him a kiss and he's like "go and show them how it's done, baby" lmfao. a few mins later, matty truly cannot take his eyes off you when you walk down the catwalk stage in your sexy little dress (vintage westwood) to the mic - like, the internet goes mental because the camera cuts to him during this and he's VISIBLY hot and bothered biting his lip looking at you lustfully - and when you crack a couple of jokes before announcing the nominees he giggles and then looks at you adoringly the whole time. like, bro doesn't even register who wins because he's so focused on you and how gorgeous and accomplished you are; when you get back to the table, he just tugs you onto his lap for a kiss and cuddle and a lengthy monologue about "god you were so beautiful up there. and funny!! and really natural. i honestly believe there's nothing that you can't do, darling. m'proud of you, really proud. i love you", and then after that he's just snapping loads of pics of you "being cute" and posting several to insta main feed (the big leagues) in real-time like "awed by her always. especially in that corset. but always. love her sm!!" lol. at the afterparty, you're the one doing most of the mingling, despite it being his domain more than yours - matty's more than content to just say hi to a few people and spend most of the evening hanging off your arm like the world's hottest handbag and continue looking at you with such adoration, and then dance with you (read: grind on you and makeout) in a dimly-lit corner after a few more drinks. you sneak off when he begs to make you feel good, and let him bend you over a sink in the bathroom "so you can see how fucking gorgeous you are. been hard since you got me to lace you into that dress, angel, just wanted to do this with you the whole night. fucking love you, my talented, perfect girl". it's quick, but really fucking good, as always, and you walk back to the table all giggly and honestly slightly wobbly; most people would put it down to you being tipsy, but charli knows what's up, smirking at you like "nice little lipstick mark you left on his neck, babe. really brings out his eyes. d'you have fun?", and you nod like "oh yeah. in fact... matty, let's go home and do it again" lmfao. he's not complaining <3

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today i am needing a certain man named ross to wrap me in his big strong arms and give me cute little kisses all over my face and keep me warm and toasty while we rot in bed and not think about the sunday scaries☹️

this is going to sound genuinely insane but i often think about like. waking up with him after a night out and the two of you are feeling a teeeeeensy bit tender (but not horrendous) and you just kinda lie there in his arms for a while until he's like "god i need some water" and just carries you to the kitchen for a water that turns into a tea then to some toast and maybe an egg if you feel up to it, and then you shower and he complains about the fact that "we're literally showering just to get back into bed" ("yeah, ross, because we're minging") but he washes your hair and hugs you sweetly regardless, and then you brush your teeth together like in bring it on (you made him watch it last week) and wash your faces before crawling back into bed in fresh comfies and just not moving for hours other than shuffling positions so you can smooch. like you said, he just wraps you in his arms when you moan about the house being cold, and kisses all over your face so you'll laugh and stop being grumpy, and pretends to argue about whether the two of you should watch match of the day or whatever "girl show" (this could literally mean real housewives or it could mean gilmore girls or maybe even hacks) you're enjoying at the moment - it's not a real argument, though, because you know it'll be your show. ross secretly lives for the drama. he pretends he hates it but actually... the jen shah arrest fiasco on rhoslc was the best thing he's ever seen on film. well, not the BEST thing, but the best thing that isn't restricted to the secret SD card hidden in your underwear drawer lol. but yes!! no chance of the sunday scaries when ross is around <3

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thinking about early flatmate domestic stuff… like him knowing exactly how she likes her tea, having movie nights with m&s picky bits (my own personal fantasy hehe), maybe going for a wander around manchester and picking out some new records or him sitting outside the changing room while she tries on 57 different tops (and him not being able to help her choose one cuz he fancies her in all of them), just lovely coexistence <333

he doesn't just know how you like your tea, he can tell from your facial expression or a single sigh that you really want a cuppa, and he'll wordlessly sneak off to the kitchen to make you one and bring it to you (with a handful of biscuits, of course), and even though you're so smart you never realise he's learned the signs of you needing tea and you're always surprised and extremely grateful to get one from him; he loves the way you look at him in those moments, like he's your favourite person in the world (he is. he just doesn't know that), and he'd give you all the cups of tea in the world just to keep you looking at him that way. you get into a little routine on a wednesday night, when he's home, in which he'll have a tea ready for you coming in from your classes, which you'll do armed with a bag chock-full of m&s food to eat while you watch a movie (you take turns choosing which) or a couple of episodes of whatever it is you're watching together - sometimes, if either you or matty are feeling down at all, a blanket fort will magically find its way into the living room, but more often than not it's the two of you side-by-side on the sofa, blanket over your legs and the food on trays beside you. in these moments, when matty's sleepy and happy and peaceful, you'll convince him to come shopping with you at the weekend. well, he doesn't ACTUALLY need convincing; he just pretends to hate it, because sometimes it just hurts too much doing couple-y shit with you while not actually being a couple, but on some occasions the want to spend time with you will win out, and he'll let you tug him round westfield or wherever. like you said, wandering around record shops is a must (he gets quite emo the first time you go after self-titled comes out and you get so excited and huggy when you see it), and he'll be completely useless sitting outside the fitting rooms when you're trying new clothes, because he just thinks you're beautiful in everything - there are some things you try on that he LOVES, though, and he'll be enthusiastic about those in such a way that you go a teeny tiny bit weak in the knees. you love him. he loves you. the two of you are so fucking stupid lol <3

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masterlist

in chronological order within their au

the birthday party series (matty x reader)

all i want for christmas - fluffy, pre-dating, part of christmas75 2023

the birthday party - fluffy

the birthday (after)party - fluffy, smutty

pregnancy scare [blurb] - fluffy

queen of hearts - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

bday girl [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, part of The Birthday Party Project

costumes - smutty (quite!), fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

it's only been a year - fluffy

all those dreams where you're my wife - fluffy

scary movies - fluffy, suggested smut, part of promptober75 2023

you would cook, i'd do the nappies - smutty, fluffy

melted ice - smutty, fluffy, established family, part of summer75 2024

hot chocolate - fluffy, one mention of smut, established family, part of promptober75 2023

halloween - fluffy, established family, part of promptober75 2023

instagram au

flatmate!matty x reader

lore blurb: condom-gate (smut, fluff)

falling for you - fluffy, a teensy bit angsty, pre-relationship and pre-flatmates part of promptober75 2023

i'll do anything that you wanna - fluffy, pre-relationship

and this is how it starts - smutty, fluffy, in-relationship (day 1 of being together!!)

bonfires - fluffy, mentions of smut, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

promises to keep - fluffy, in relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

bday boy [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, in-relationship, part of The Birthday Party Project

snowed in - fluffy, suggested smut, part of christmas75 2023

dad!matty x reader (continuation of flatmate!universe, but can be read separately)

i'd rather jump in your bones - smutty, fluffy, parents-to-be

when i found you, much younger than you are now [drabble fic] - fluffy, includes a flatmate!matty section, ten years of self-titled focus

autumn mornings - smutty, fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

birthday surprise - fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

d word [daddy] matty x reader

lore blurb: introduction of d word (smut, fluff, weed lol)

meet cute - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

birthday wish - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

keep dreaming - smutty, solo matty, pre-relationship

home for christmas - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of christmas75 2023

candlelight - smutty (extremely it's their first time fucking), established relationship, part of promptober75 2023

i've been dying to meet you [drabble fic] - fluffy, established relationship

stupid cupid - fluffy, mentions of smut, established relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

drunk in love - smutty, fluffy

gone four weeks [drabble fic] / part 2 / part 3 - angsty, non-canon

totally wrecked - smutty (like honestly filthy), established relationship

on the bed in my room - smutty (filthy. the filthiest thing on here, actually), slightly fluffy, established relationship

you're the only thing that's going on in my mind - smutty (so smutty), mean dom matty, established relationship, pregnant reader

in front of a mirror - fluffy, established relationship, established family, part of promptober75 2023

politician matty x reader

and america likes me - smutty (quite!), established relationship

fourth of july - smutty (VERY), established relationship, part of summer75 2024

office nerd matty x reader

the if you're too shy series - part 1 (fluffy), part 2 (fluffy), part 3 (smutty, fluffy)

i'm in love with you [drabble fic] - fluffy

birthday sleepover - smutty, fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

matty x reader

sneaking out - smutty, slightly angsty, fwb reunion, part of promptober75 2023

dad!ross x reader

happiness - fluffy

black cat - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

secret admirer - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x shy gf!reader

elope with me - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

dearly beloved - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x girlband gf!reader

sweet touches - fluffy, ever so slightly angsty, part of promptober75 2023

my whole life, waiting for you / part 2 - angsty, fluffy

lovers' quarrel - angsty, fluffy ending, part of valentine's week 2024

instagram au

sweetheart!george x reader (high school sweethearts au)

stress relief - fluffy, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

love potion - fluffy, suggested smut, part of valentine's week 2024

late night talking - smutty (no actual fucking, but suggestive), part of summer75 2024

dj!george x reader

dancing like she way out - smutty

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bday party girlie and matty at the met gala! and charli and george too!

girls stun while the boys simp and cause mayhem

MAYHEM MENTIONED???? nah fr though i love thinking about this, especially if it's like the first Big event you and matty go to as a couple. i haven't yet moved on from that time matty was working with dior, so in my mind that's who you're both wearing, and god knows you analysed the essay/story they gave as theme inspiration within an inch of its life because "there is no way in HELL i am letting some tiktok twink call my dress off-theme. not a fucking chance" - matty is so fucking entertained by that, all ":D i love you so much" lol, and there's also no way in hell you're letting him turn up in a black suit, so that's that. anyway!! your outfits aren't matching, but they do correspond perfectly together, and actually you assume you'll barely get a wink of sleep the night before the met because you're so fucking excited to see your boyfriend all dressed up and hot, but he tires you out enough (wink wink) that you're both very well-rested. and matty's SO cute while you're getting ready - he's documenting it all on video like "an angel! glowing! most gorgeous woman in existence!", and you're like "baby please stop making me giggle my foundation will crease" (but actually you very much enjoy him just sitting shirtless and wet-haired and looking at you lovingly. you're only human, after all). he actually tears up when he sees you completely ready for the first time, which your MUA gets on video, and you really do feel like the prettiest girl in the world when he sniffles like "christ, you are SO beautiful. i love you. and i'm honoured to do that", bless him. and GOD, matty looks amazing, all curls and slut hoop and clean-shaven face and the colour of his shirt making his skin glow, so you have to take approximately eight million pics of and with him before you can leave. in terms of walking the carpet, you start alone and then go up the stairs and take pics together (matty's adamant he's helping you up the steps in your heels "just so you don't have a jason derulo moment, babe"), and it's testament to how truly happy matty is to be with you that he smiles for almost every pic you take together; there are a couple where you whisper "baby. i think we should be cunty" and it's both of you smizing/giving blue steel lmfao, but most are just big smiles for the camera and tender glances at each other where it is so blisteringly obvious that you're in love. they split up couples at the dinner section of the met, but it's still nice getting to meet people you think are cool at your table (zendaya! she likes your dress! she said she had your first book recommended to her and loved it!), and you sneak off to hang out with your boyfriend in the toilets (iconic, really) or the smoking area. and of course you run into charli and george - literally, the boys aren't looking where they're going and walk into each other and find it absolutely hilarious - and take some (illegal!) pics; once again, george is like "we really are punching above our weight with the girls, aren't we? look how good they look" to matty while you and charli force them to take pics of you together, and matty's literally like "yeah..." in a daze just looking at you lmfao. and if you think he's simping now, well, seeing you in your minidress for the afterparty is SO MUCH WORSE - he's jaw-on-the-floor like "must we go? i can't just keep you all to myself?", and you're like "we have to go, but i do actually plan on clinging to you on and off the dancefloor the whole night", and needless to say he's convinced lol. the events are so much fun, but your favourite bit is getting back to the hotel and ordering room service to eat in bed with the love of your life, before giggling in the shower with him while you wash each other's hair, and then falling asleep curled up safe in his arms. perfect <3

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PLS PLS PLS GIVE US POLLY KICKING D WORD MATTY IN THE SHIN LORE AHHHHHHHHHHH *that’s me screaming at the top of my lungs omg*

buckle up, babies, it's lore time.

basically, on tour, when there's no show on a sunday (or even if there is, you'll do this before or after), you and the girls (polly and gabi, and if charli and mrs mac and carly are around they'll join in) congregate in someone's room to drink wine and eat snacks and gossip and watch a movie. sunday sesh. and you all agree to make a point of continuing it after tour each week or every couple of weeks, just for a catch up, alternating whose house you're all meeting at. the first sunday after tour ends, it's your flat at 6pm. cute, nice, fun.

unfortunately for you, quite literally as soon as the plane landed back in london, you and matty sped back to yours and have been holed up in the flat doing nothing but fucking (catching up on all the sex that was impossible to have on a packed tour bus), so fervently that to be completely honest neither of you have any idea what day it is anymore. so, yes, as you can imagine, sunday comes around, and you're practically none the wiser.

anyway, you and your boyfriend order a takeaway for dinner. the intercom buzzes, and nobody speaks, so you figure it's the food. matty - shirtless, literally wearing grey sweatpants and nothing else - says "babe, you get the plates, i'll go to the door for the food", and you - wearing underwear and one of his t-shirts - agree.

the door goes. matty opens it and goes into a coughing fit. because, as you've probably guessed by now, it's not the food at all, it's the girls. all of them. and they look HORRIFIED. carly nearly drops the literal box of wine bottles in her arms in shock, but gabi grabs them before they hit the ground.

nobody really seems to know what to say, until matty decides to awkwardly lean against the doorframe in an attempt to be casual and asks "so... what are you doing here?" - charli folds her arms and says "you answer that question first, healy", and he's like "um. hanging out". polly squints at him (she doesn't have her glasses on) and says "is your face wet? why?", and matty literally cannot resist smirking and saying "you're really asking me that? they could revoke your lesbian card for that, mate"; she scoffs and kicks him in the shin like "don't be such a twat" (but she does it harder than she means to and he's genuinely like "ow! pol!"), while the rest of the girls start groaning in exasperation at him being crude like "oh my god, i can't believe she's fucking you" and "give me strength" and "well, the slut uniform makes sense now" lmao.

meanwhile, you're back in the flat wondering why matty's taking so long, so you pad into the hallway like "baby? everything alright?", and when you hear what is unmistakably mrs mac screech "baby? what the fuck?" you blanch as you realise what day it is and run to the door to save your boyfriend from the wrath of the girls. like, you stand in front of him protectively (he puts his arms around your waist it's very cute) and muster up a smile like "hi girls. forgot it was sunday. soz. how are things with you all?", and mrs mac is like "don't deflect, sweetheart - explain. now", and you sigh like "you'd better come in. matty, babe, could you wait for the food while i talk to them for a second?", and he says "of course, darling", and kisses your nose to further noises of disgust (and an "awww!" from carly lol) as the girls make a beeline for the living room.

anyway, you're like "can i have two seconds to make myself presentable?", and charli's like "absolutely not. spill" - you take a deep breath, and you tell them everything. i mean, not the d word stuff, but the rest of it; you're like "first of all, just to preface, because i know you all worry about me - it's serious. very. we're in love, guys", and despite themselves everyone smiles. gabi's like "how long have you been, y'know, a thing?", and when you're tell them that it's been like 7 months "but we wanted to wait until tour was over to say, so nobody thought it was like, i don't know, just a fling while we were away together, or that he was taking advantage of me" they're all like "jesus. alright".

matty comes back into the room just as polly says "you've seemed a lot happier on this leg of tour, to be honest. so has he, actually", and he giggles when you quip "yeah, well, it's nice having someone to fall asleep with in hotel rooms. and the other stuff that happens in there". mrs mac takes a long drink of wine and winces as matty snuggles in beside you and digs into idk chow mein or whatever, and she's like "the realisation that all of your sex stories were about matty... i feel a bit ill. i should not have asked for details about the hot tub. or the time i caught you having phone sex on the bus. or the time i heard you through the wall and you told me it was the best sex you'd ever had. christ"; matty's like "best sex you've ever had? aww, babe", and you roll your eyes while he kisses your head but you smile and kiss his hand. carly giggles like "you guys are actually really cute, you know. adam thinks so too" - matty sits up straight like "carly you did not tell the boys please tell me you didn't", and charli's like "of course we did. had it in the chat before your girlfriend even appeared. also they're on their way over, squizz and john and all, so i'd put some clothes on unless you want them to rip the piss out of you even more than they're already going to". you giggle while matty groans and trudges off to get a shirt and some leggings for you, and on his way back mrs mac corners him in the hallway and says "you know i love you, and i'm actually really glad you're happy and you're dating someone who's not a dick. but i love her just as much as i love you, and i promise you that if you ever hurt her, healy, i WILL castrate you with a pair of nail scissors. got it?"; he's like "jesus alright. but i won't hurt her, mate. she's it for me, really. gonna marry her one day. m'serious", and she beams like "oh, that's lovely. still. i'm keeping nail scissors in my bag from now on. just in case" lol. but yeah! that's how everyone finds out about you and matty lmao