Matthewhauri Stories

Gravy Week is a Yung Gravy fan event taking place from October 6-12 and features prompts about the long boi lanky lad himself, Matthew 'Yung Gravy' Hauri!

My 2025 Inktober attempt, featuring my current brainrot and OTP that you've all heard of and read by now (Defend myself? Never.)

"So, question-" Ari's voice was deceptively casual, her legs crossed primly as she surveyed the scene. "Did you, by any chance, bite other kids at school...

"You're making me uneasy, staring at that thing." "Well, I used to be a cop, remember? Some things just don't leave you."

Pink. That's all Matt can see is fucking pink. He thought the view was nice from the rented yacht they had parked in the nearby marina, but this was so much nicer.

It's true that Matt makes sure that Alex is thoroughly entertained when he comes over to his house - this time, however, all Alex can see is black silk and red satin, th...

Matt receives a Christmas present just before he leaves to go spend it with his mother in Minnesota. Only problem is - he doesn't know who it's from, till he does.

One song at a time. Two more songs. Just the outro...then, the world tilted.

"Name's Matt, but people call me - well, used to call me Gravy, I guess." "Cool." Alex just wants to sob, go into the History wing and curl up in a c...

He braced himself for a morning of mostly dry presentations and corporate jargon. He definitely wasn't prepared for Alexander 'Gummy' Gumuchian.

"Please tell me the condoms that you carry in your wallet are not just the ones adorned with the American flag colours." "Normally they're neon pink, baby...

In all fairness, Alex didn't know Matt's workbench had a loose screw on it when they decide it's the best place in Matt's workshop to make out.

Alex takes care of Matt when they get home from a party.

"Fix it." "No."

In all fairness, Matt thought he was over that phase of his life. Turns out all that therapy really wasn't that helpful as he's currently straddling Alex on the ground...

To be fair, Alex was expecting this guy that his manager wanted to meet was going to be some overpaid grade A asshole who just wanted some usable clout. He wasn't expect...

Matt's caught the plague (it's just the flu) and Alex wants to take care of him.

For a fleeting moment, there was recognition, a flicker of something... was it guilt? Surprise? Before Alex could decipher it, Matt's face smoothed out into a practised...

He remembers that they were dancing. That's the last memory he has of him, permanently stained to his eyelids. Permanently lost in the flow of time.

It's always the same. Matt gets drunk, Matt calls him and he has to talk him down. He should hate it. He should.