#yes i am aware that you dont have an actual live full eucalyptus plant in your shower but rather a bunch of the branches

[allylikethecat]

Matty and George number 14!! This is such a cool idea

Yay! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it isn't that you still enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it- it was a nice break from working on my many WIPs. Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... casually

Matty looked down at his notes app, frowning when he realized the only thing written was “cheese.” He knew, rationally, that he needed more groceries than just cheese. He had been on tour for the last six months and even before that his pantry had been embarrassingly sparse. He hadn’t even specified what kind of cheese. Was he looking for a block of cheese? Grated cheese? Those cheese sticks he had discovered in America and become absolutely obsessed with? Matty at two am when he decided he was going to be an adult and make a shopping list had not specified. The Matty of today knew that if it had been important enough for him, stoned and jet lagged, so tired he couldn’t even dream of falling asleep, to write down, the sole item on his shopping list, it was clearly important that he got the right kind. He didn’t want to light up tonight and then be hit with a wave of crushing devastation about not having the right kind of cheese. 

He sighed. He would revisit the cheese. He tried to remember if he had toilet paper. He knew he at least had the one roll. It had been extremely comforting to take a shit in his own bathroom before he attempted to go to sleep the night before, he had missed his two ply after months on the road, staying in hotels and shitting in concert venues. It was so nice to be surrounded by his soothing, gray, stone walls, and the eucalyptus plant in the shower that he paid a woman to come water twice a week while he was gone. 

She was also supposed to feed his fish. The fish that were mysteriously missing from their tank when he returned, but Sheila had been putting up with him for years and he wasn’t about to ruin that relationship when he suddenly couldn’t even remember if he had actually bought fish for the tank in the entryway or just thought about it. He was pretty sure other than the guys, Sheila might be one of the few people in London that didn’t hate him. Unless she stole his fish.  Regardless, he needed to go buy more fish, or maybe the first batch of fish. He couldn’t remember, but his fish tank was empty and he needed to do something about it. If he remembered. If Sheila had stolen his fish he wondered why she didn’t just take the entire tank. He looked down at his notes app and added “Fish” to his list. 

He went to run his fingers through his curls, before remembering he was wearing a baseball hat. Fuck. He was still so tired, a bone deep weariness that would take days to overcome as he readjusted to his civilian life. It was probably for the best, they were greasy and in desperate need of a wash. He had been too exhausted, and too high, to do more than stand under the spray and admire his eucalyptus plant when he got home. His plant was thriving, no thanks to him, and the light aroma of the leaves made his chest feel nice as he breathed in the steam. He wondered if Sheila would know if he needed to buy toilet paper. He wondered if it was pathetic to text her. He should probably buy more just in case. He would use it eventually. He wished they hadn’t rearranged everything in the store while he was gone. He didn’t even know where to look for toilet paper anymore. 

“Well you look like you’re having a productive trip,” George said, glancing down at Matty’s empty basket when he slid up beside him and leaned down to press a casual kiss to the corner of his mouth. Matty let out a whine of frustration. They had decided to divide and conquer, and so far, Matty had not conquered anything. George’s basket was full though, overflowing with fresh produce, meat and even a bottle of Coca Cola that Matty wanted but was refusing to buy for himself since he was trying to drink less soda. It didn’t count when George brought it for him though. 

“I don’t know what kind of cheese I want,” he said, pathetically, glaring at the shelves as if they had personally offended him. 

George laughed, “well, considering you’re standing in the cereal aisle, I’m not sure how to help you.” 

“I was looking for toilet paper,” Matty said, he knew he was whining slightly, but George just chuckled. He could tell Matty was exhausted, his eyes red and swollen, his eye lids drifting shut then snapping open as if he was going to fall asleep on his feet in the cereal aisle in Tesco. 

“We actually used up everything you panic bought during the pandemic?” George asked, not addressing the fact that he was still in the wrong aisle. Matty groaned again, slamming his face into George’s chest in frustration. He had an entire, what was supposed to be a linen cabinet, closet full of toilet paper. His mother had sent him into a tizzy when the pandemic started, and he had panic bought more toilet paper than a single man could ever hope to go through on his own. Even when he and George got back together, they were on tour most of the year, and had barely made a dent in Matty’s stash.   

“I forgot about that,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of George’s tee shirt. George smirked and kissed the top of Matty’s head, sending a little shiver down Matty’s spine.

He loved how casual George was with his affection, how nonchalant he was, dropping little kisses to Matty’s body, little touches, fingers dragged lightly across his back or to brush his curls out of his eyes, reminding Matty that he was loved even when he was filled with self doubt and didn’t love himself. George was so confident, so casual with his affection, as if it was just something so normal to be sharing, to be sharing with Matty that he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the worst.

“Why don’t we pay and head home,” George said, running a hand down Matty’s back. Matty wished he could feel the warmth of his hand through his blue Nike hoodie, but the fabric was too thick. “I think there’s a nap in our future.” 

“But the cheese,” Matty whined, mentally cursing two am Matty for not being more specific with his list. 

“I’ll go grab a few different options,” George said, “and will meet you by the check out.” 

“Fine,” Matty grumbled, stepping back so that George could press one last peck to his lips before turning down the aisle, off to the refrigeration section to get Matty cheese.

Matty grabbed a box of Frosties and added it to his empty basket, at least he was contributing something to the household, he thought with a yawn, dragging his feet down the aisle towards the self checkout. He was so tired his ankles hurt. He wondered if George would be up for stopping at Caffe Nero on the way home. He was in desperate need of a coffee. He glanced down at his phone, making sure there wasn’t anything else he was forgetting. He froze, blinking at the screen in confusion. What the fuck did he mean by Fish?

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #questions #answers #prompt fill #drabble #matty x george #matty x george rpf #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #yes i am aware that you dont have an actual live full eucalyptus plant in your shower but rather a bunch of the branches #however matty doesnt know that #his housekeeper just keeps replacing it with a new one #she was not watering his plants #she was just replacing it with a new bunch right before he got home #up to you whether or not she killed or stole his fish #or whether he even had fish in the first place #matty is tired af #let me know what you think! be brutal unless you hated it and in which case let me down gently