𝐖 𝐔 𝐑 𝐋𝐈 • 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝟏𝟒

𝗵𝗶, 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻

yesterday, y / n received a message from her shitty brand of bandaids — Blake.
I wouldn't piss on that guy if he was on fire.

anyway, soon after seeing that message I blocked him — if you ask Chris he will say, "Matt's pussy whipped," although, it's vulgar and incoherent — i'll happily admit she has me wrapped around her finger. y / n means a great deal to my heart and honestly, I thought it was forever broken to a point of no return. today marks half a year of us being back together and i've been contemplating a thought that never leaves my brain. during our time apart, waking up in the morning was a challenge—going from waking up in the arms of y / n daily to opening my eyelids to Mr. Wrinkleton beside me was a very hard adaptation, but all I know for sure, I hated every morning spent without her...expect for the times i'd wake with her hair in my face, taking up half of my space, shoving me off the bed, all of the covers and blankets wrapped around her figure instead of mine—which is awfully rude of her to assume she is entitled to take the blankets I'm deserved, considering she keeps her apartment at a cruel temperature. i'm sure I can deal with it though.

she will tend to fall asleep and end up staying the night — Lord knows the only mistake a man can make is waking up a "sleeping beauty," and I dread the day I have to intrigue the beast so, I keep my distance and let her sleep...or just ask her to move in with me.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘

y / n's mouth separated slowly as her fingertip traced the edges of the paper. had she not learned her lesson from before? as footsteps began to tread heavier down the hall, she briskly put the notebook back where it previously was and sat down in Matt's gaming chair and returned to the game. the door opened quietly as Matt's head peered through the crack; smiling nervously before opening it fully, "hey, baby?" y / n hummed in response—perking her head up toward him as if nothing had happened. "can i talk to you for a second?"

Y / n turned the chair around to face matt who was perched upon the edge of the bed with his hand reaching for hers, intertwining their fingers

y / n anticipated the question to fall like foam from the mouth but he was hesitant—panic spread throughout his lungs and he clenched his teeth behind his grin—he was nervous.

"y'know, Ive been thinking and id like for you to move in with me."

the obvious tension in the room quickly turned into fear but y / n smiled and looked down at matts hands, "have you consulted your brothers, cause they have to deal with me too?" she ask rather than meeting his gaze at her as she started tracing patterns across his palm. matt sighed aloud, "how easily frustrated am I?" she finally looked up at meet his gaze, "I've told them and they are okay with it, I mean--you practically live here anyway." she couldnt help but smile at his expression. y / n fingers uncurled, stretching toward his own and he couldnt resist. matt placed his hand gently back inside of her. the willingness of her touch, the eager way she wrapped her fingers tightly around his own, helped calm the nerves within his racing heart. she smiled, not as widely as before, but with a cheeky twist to her pursed lips, "when can I move in, roomie?"

a / n

perhaps, you guys would be interested in a chris book? :) the first chapter of "lion and the lamb" is up!