https://www.tumblr.com/teaboot/744353230745632768/favourite-things-to-say-before-doing-something
some of these scream fictional!matty and i would love to see your take on 5 and 12
Thank you for the ask!! This is a brilliant promt list and I've reblogged it here.
Here's 5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," and 12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok," for things to say before doing something stupid.
5. "I'm way too sexy to fuck this up."
"I'm way too sexy to fuck this up," Matty decides, meeting George's eyes in the hotel mirror and brandishing scissors and tugging at his dripping hair. He's wearing only boxers, he's a little bit drunk and a little bit stoned, and he'd found a pair of scissors when he was going through his bag and he can't help but think that this is a brilliant idea.
George offers an incredulous expression.
"I am. What could go wrong?"
George scoffs and says, "Matty, there's a reason that there are so many home haircut horror stories."
"Yeah, but they're not me," is Matty's argument. "And, like I've said, I'm way to sexy to fuck this up."
"You're giving yourself bangs. At least do it in the morning when you're sober."
Matty turns so he can actually look at George, arguing, "I've had some wine. And those tequila shots. And the weed. But it's fine."
"Alright," George sighs. "You do whatever you want."
"Will you still love me if I give myself a bad haircut?"
"I'd love you if you shaved your head."
Matty grins and closes the space between them so he can wrap his arms around George, still clutching his scissors, and give him a quick kiss, then says, "You're sweet," then returns to the mirror.
Matty organizes his still wet hair so that it falls over his forehead, considers for a moment, then cuts, clumps of dark hair falling into the hotel sink. He pauses for a moment, considering, then snips off a little bit more hair, considers again, then snips again. He scrunches his new bangs, then turns back to George, who's made himself comfortable on the bed.
"What do you think?" Matty asks.
George pretends to consider, then says, "Well, I still love you, so that's something."
Matty sets his scissors aside and joins George on the bed, settling half in his lap and pouts, saying, "Now say something nice to me."
George leans forward and kisses Matty, rather than saying anything. When they separate, he says, "You're very pretty and I really love you and your bangs will probably be fine."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Matty says, faux upset. "Maybe I should go sleep with Ross. He'd be supportive."
George tightens his grip on Matty's hips, but says, "If that's what you want."
Matty laughs. "You're possessive," he teases. He lowers his voice to ask, "How upset would it make you if I was in another man's bed? If another man touched me, put his hands on me?"
"If you wanna go share a bed with Ross, go for it," George answers, doing his best not to feed into Matty's pushing. "I hear he snores, though."
Matty laughs again and agrees, "God, he does. I think I'll stick with you."
"Oh, you will? That'll be hard for you, won't it?"
Matty hums, nodding, and goes in for another kiss, long and slow. "I think it probably will be hard," he agrees. "Really, really hard."
George sighs. "That was the wrong word, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, absolutely the wrong word. You should have know I would take that and run. That's on you."
"At least you admit it."
"I am a very humble person, George," Matty says, putting his best serious face on. "Exceedingly humble."
"Fifteen minutes ago you were saying, and I quote, 'I'm way to sexy to fuck this up.' I don't think that's humble, love."
"That's entirely different," Matty argues.
George combs his fingers through Matty's drying hair and pulls him in for another kiss. That's better than going back and forth saying yes and no. Matty is too stubborn to cave and George doesn't really love the back and forth.
"Is that your way of saying I'm right?" Matty asks.
"If that's what you think," George answers. "I don't wanna go back and forth."
Matty shifts, getting a little more comfortable and resting his head against George's chest. "Thanks, G," he murmurs.
"For what?" George asks, voice now soft and half worried.
Matty shrugs. "Everything. Just bein' you."
"Makes me worry when you start sayin' stuff like that," George murmurs.
"Sorry," Matty offers. "I just need to thank you more often, I think. I love you and I don't think I say it enough."
"You do," George promises. "You do. I know how you feel, what you think."
Matty intertwines his fingers with George's and says, "Good. You should."
12. "It's ok, I saw this on TikTok."
That's some noise, like the sound of furniture being moved, then a clatter, like something being dropped, then George hears Matty's muffled voice, likely swearing and he decides that he should probably figure out what Matty is doing. He's gotten progressively more bored and irritable as the lockdowns have been instituted and extended and there's been some emailing back and forth with the powers that be as George has tried to work things out so that they can get out of London and hide out at the studio. He hasn't said anything to Matty yet, not wanting to get his hopes up, but, on second thought, maybe a distraction would be good.
In their shared office space, Matty has several opened Amazon boxes and he's moved his own desk away from the wall. He's spread a drop cloth on the floor and taped off the outlets, and there are more painting supplies on the floor in company with the Amazon boxes.
"Hey," George offers. "What're ya up to?"
Matty whirls around to face George still standing in the doorway, a bit sheepish. "It's ok," he tries, clutching a still packaged paintbrush. "I saw this on TikTok."
"That's comforting, Matthew, thank you."
"George," Matty whines. "It's completely fine."
"Forgive me if I don't believe that, love. You remember when you decided you were going to repaint the kitchen? We redid the kitchen," George counters. He pauses, then adds, "I know you're bored, but you and DIY don't really mix."
Matty groans, dramatic. "I am bored. I'm so bored. I know it's serious, but I thought we'd be on tour right now and I'm so bored."
"I know," George repeats. "But is gutting the office a good idea?"
"I'm not gutting it. I'm gonna move a bunch of shit around and, you remember that TikTok I sent you? The one with the accent wall and furniture? That's what I'm gonna do."
George nods slowly, recalling the barrage of videos Matty has sent him since he discovered the app. "I do remember that, vaguely. I'll ask again: is this a good idea?"
Matty tosses his paintbrush aside and sighs, "I'm so fucking bored, George. I can't do anything. Can't see anyone, can't go for a walk, can barely open the fucking window, but I can online shop and fuck up the office."
"I know," George says, yet again, and accepts Matty hiding his face against George's chest. "Let's, uh, think about this, though, yet? You can do whatever you want with the office, but let's have a plan, 'k?"
"I had, have, a plan," Matty protests, voice muffled.
"I don't not believe you," George agrees, "but I have an idea, ok?"
Matty steps back and looks up at George, asking, "Is it a good idea? Better than whatever the hell I'm doing here?"
George chuckles. "I think it's a good idea."
"'k," Matty agrees.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we go up to the studio. We'd get outta London, have a little bit more room to breathe, go outside, go a little less-"
"Mental?" Matty interjects.
"Well, I wasn't going to say mental, but, uh, yeah, I guess."
Matty nods. "'s a good idea. I like that idea. Can we do that?"
George smiles, saying, "Yeah, I think so. I've been workin' it out."
"God, you're brilliant," Matty says. "Really. Absolutely, completely brilliant. I'm gonna return all the Amazon shit."
George laughs. "Gonna let the office be?"
"For now."
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