#shitty bf matt

[sturniolo04]

Surprise M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Reader

Summary: In which Matt surprises you (his gf)

A/N: Please leave requests in my inbox; running out of writing ideas

A long-distance relationship is something you and Matt didn't have in mind but, of course, when Matt and his brother's YouTube career took off all too fast, it threw almost a 3,000-mile wedge in your guys' relationship.

See you and the Triplets were what you called childhood best friends. You guys were basically raised together. The constant sleepovers and family vacations you guys took with each other's families. To sum it up, Marylou and Jimmy were legitimately your second mom and dad.

So ultimately you were bound to fall for one of your childhood best friends. Everyone out of your Boston friends thought that hands down Chris was going to be the one for you. The universe, though, had other plans, because as you and the triplets got older together and matured together to a degree, you took more of a liking to Matt just because of his calm demeanor and just knowing that he ultimately became your safe space. So when Junior Year of high school arrived you both came to your senses and ended up confessing to each other and being together ever since.

This brings you to the present day, you sitting at home not having the best day. Everything didn't go right for you since early that morning, from having so much college work piling up to do to being late for work to the ultimate dealbreaker, the worst thing about all of this is all you want is a simple hug from your boyfriend who ironically is hours away from you.

"is something bothering you sweetie," your mom asks from across the island counter you had recently installed in your new house when you moved out. "huh, oh it's nothing it's stupid" you reply back setting your phone down on the marble countertop. It wasn't stupid and it definitely wasn't nothing, on top of all the shitty things happening today Matt hadn't texted you once which was not normal for him so you just assumed he was in a meeting or something but when it became hours passing by you became anxious and nervous that he forgot about you and let LA get to his head. "Okay then, do you want to go to the store to restock your groceries so you don't starve" your mom chuckles to herself as she opens your refrigerator. "Sure, I have to go to Sephora anyway" you sigh grabbing your phone and then grabbing your shoes.

Little did you know this was all normal. Marylou, Matt, and your mom had planned this a month in advance, they were flying Matt out to Boston as we speak just to spend the month with you and it just so happens that it was on the exact day you really needed him most but, once again your completely unaware of this because after all, it was an unknown surprise.

-time skip-

"I just need some more foundation then we can go back to my house if you want Mom" you stated simply trying not to let on that you were so upset about not hearing from Matt. "okay take your time" your mom replied back as you turned to look through the various foundations to find yours. "I think your dad and I might go to visit your grandmother in Iowa soon" your mom states randomly to keep you somewhat distracted as she begins recording subtly the aisle next to the end of where you were currently standing. "really that sounds fun, how is she doing anyway?" you trail off in your response to your mom, still fixated on finding the foundation you were needing, all while your boyfriend, now sneaking his way to the exact spot you and your mom were located. "found it, we can go check out now mom" you state as you turn around facing her. "what are you doing mom" you giggle at your mom failing to give a response as she is still actively recording, giving your boyfriend enough time to fully stand next to you without you sensing his presence. After standing there perplexed at your mom's unusual reaction, you begin to turn to leave her and go check out so you can go back home. "oh my god" you exclaimed, hugging yourself out of pure shock, finally seeing who was standing next to you the whole time. "hi baby" matt finally speaks, giggling at your cuteness. "oh my god" you reiterate again finally wrapping your arms around matt's neck as he shifts his grip from your waist to your thighs lifting you off of the ground as you wrap your legs around him. "mom did you know about this" you ask genuinely as matt sets you back on your feet. " baby both your mom and my mom planned it out" Matt interjects grabbing the sides of your face and kissing your forehead then proceeds to wrap his arms around your neck and bring you into him. "okay well I will leave you lovebirds to it, I will meet you guys at the car " you mom announces walking out of Sephora.

"talk to me pretty girl what has been happening" Matt finally speaks up as you look up at him from your tight embrace "I really needed you today i have been so stressed out and I thought you were forgetting about me when you didn't text me at all today" you ramble on. "hey i would never forget about you I've known you my whole life, I'm crazy about you" he replies simply brushing the hair out of your face that had fallen from your messy ponytail. "pinky promise" you huff out as matt pulls away from the hug you guys were sharing to link your guys pinkies. "pinky promise angel"

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[evelyns-envy]

✧˖*°࿐ A Change of Plans. ✧˚ · .

𖤓 a difficult choice... an important meeting or his needy girlfriend? (bf!chris x reader)

warnings!!! - suggestive, almost smut, matt interrupting, not proofread, shitty spelling

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Chris tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the smooth leather groaning under the pressure of his palms. The early sunlight spilled across the car's dashboard, warm and golden, but he barely registered it. His thoughts were consumed by the day ahead—a meeting that could make or break the project he and his team had been working on for months.

A folded navy suit jacket lay neatly over the passenger seat, and his tie was loosened just enough to let him breathe. Chris exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the nervous energy coursing through him. He loved the thrill of rising to meet challenges, but there was always that gnawing feeling of pressure—the need to prove himself, to deliver, to excel.

His phone buzzed on the center console. He glanced at the screen, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw your name. He hesitated for only a second before swiping to answer, his thumb brushing the button on the steering wheel to connect the call.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted warmly, his voice steady and calm despite the whirlwind inside him. “What’s up? I’m on my way to that meeting I told you about.”

“I know,” you said, your voice light and teasing but carrying an edge he couldn’t quite place. “But I need you to come home.”

Chris frowned, his brow furrowing as he processed your words. “What? Is everything okay? Did something happen?” Concern bled into his tone, his focus momentarily shifting from the road to you.

“Everything’s fine,” you reassured him, but there was something deliberate in the way you said it. “I just need you. Here. With me.”

The way you said need made the air in the car feel suddenly heavier. Chris’s jaw tightened as he gripped the steering wheel, trying to steady himself. He could hear the subtle shift in your tone—a softness tinged with urgency, a hint of something deeper that sent heat coursing through his body.

“Baby,” he started, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “You know I can’t. This meeting is important.”

“More important than me?” you countered, the teasing edge in your voice now layered with challenge. You let the question hang in the air, knowing it would hit him exactly where you wanted it to.

Chris exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he tried to keep his focus. “You’re not being fair,” he muttered, his words laced with frustration—but also something else. Something darker, more primal, that he couldn’t quite push down.

“Fair has nothing to do with it,” you said, your voice softening into a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. “I need you, Chris. Now. Turn the car around.”

Chris groaned softly, the sound a mix of exasperation and desire. He glanced at the GPS, the route to the meeting glaring back at him as if mocking his dilemma. The clock on the dashboard ticked forward, every second amplifying the tension twisting inside him. Rationality told him to keep driving, to stay the course, to handle his responsibilities. But the thought of you waiting for him, needing him, unraveled every ounce of discipline he had left.

“You’re killing me here,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You laughed softly, the sound warm and teasing. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

The line went dead, leaving him alone with the hum of the engine and the pounding of his heart. For a moment, Chris sat frozen, gripping the wheel as his mind raced. The meeting loomed large in his thoughts, but it was quickly drowned out by the memory of your voice, the way you’d said his name, the heat laced through every word.

“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath, flicking on his turn signal and veering toward the nearest exit. His foot pressed harder on the gas as he merged onto a different road, the route to your shared home replacing the meeting destination on the GPS.

The meeting could wait. You couldn’t.

When Chris pulled into the driveway, his heart was pounding in his chest. The house stood quiet and still, the curtains drawn just enough to let slivers of sunlight filter through the windows. He cut the engine and stepped out, the crisp morning air doing little to cool the heat coursing through him.

The front door creaked softly as he pushed it open, the familiar scent of home washing over him. He set his keys on the entryway table and shrugged off his jacket, letting it drape over the back of a chair. The faint hum of music reached his ears, coming from the direction of the bedroom. His pulse quickened.

“Y/N?” he called out, his voice low and steady, though his heart was anything but.

“In here,” you replied, your voice carrying that same teasing edge that had sent him spiraling on the phone.

Chris moved through the house with purposeful strides, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. When he reached the bedroom doorway, he stopped short, his breath catching in his throat.

You stood in the center of the room, wearing one of his button-down shirts, the fabric loose and falling just past mid-thigh. The top few buttons were undone, revealing the smooth curve of your collarbone and the swell of your chest. Your legs were bare, the light from the window casting a soft glow against your skin. You looked up at him, a slow smile spreading across your lips as you took in his expression.

“Took you long enough,” you teased, tilting your head slightly as you watched him.

Chris didn’t respond right away. He couldn’t. The sight of you, the warmth in your eyes, the way you were standing there like you’d been waiting for him all day—it knocked the air out of his lungs. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you in three long strides.

His hands found your waist, his grip firm but reverent as he pulled you flush against him. “You’re impossible,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Why don’t you show me?” you challenged, your eyes glinting with mischief.

And he did.

Chris’s lips crashed onto yours, hungry and desperate, as if he’d been starving for you all day. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every line, as if he couldn’t get close enough. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, your breath mixing with his in a haze of heat and longing.

He began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, the very one that you were wearing. It felt like you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Chris groaned into the kiss as your hand trailed down his chest, beginning to unzip his fly.

Matt strolled into Chris's room, mumbling something about their new thumbnail, only to stop dead in his tracks.

“Whoa, sorry, didn’t realize you guys were... busy,” Matt said, voice edging on disbelief, his hand hovering awkwardly by the doorframe.

You pulled away, face turning bright red. "Matt! Um, we—"

“Yeah, totally not what it looks like,” Chris said quickly, trying (and failing) to smooth his hair, still leaning in far too close to you. "We, uh, just... bumped heads! A lot."

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sure. The kind of head bump that involves... this much tongue?”

You buried your face in her hands, while Chris just shrugged. “Okay, maybe a little more than a bump. But hey, it’s been a long day.” He zipped his fly back up quickly, trying to not be caught.

Matt sighed, already backing out. “Right. I’m just gonna go... outside. For a while. And maybe find a new place to live.”

[off-traveling-in-the-stars]

thinking about little kid me watching 11 regenerate and how he then refused to watch any Doctor Who that wasn't 11 afterwards, and then the interested started fading out over like 5 years. and then 2 years ago, something shitty happened to me and I was like "wow. maybe I should get back into Doctor Who" and it was perfect timing cuz they were gonna release the specials in a week! and then I watched The Giggle and I saw Ncuti Gatwa as 15 and instantly felt that spark of oh that's the Doctor. that's my Doctor again.

Ncuti literally brought me back to my CHILDHOOD FAVOURITE show in no time at all and he just LEFT in a SHITTY HALF ASSED FINALE with no care or concern given to his untied arcs and storylines.

I can remember how I physically didn't sleep AT ALL after Rogue came out, because I was so excited for what this meant for Doctor Who! I remember my own countdown until s2/s15 aired, and I can remember how hyped I was during RR because of the new style of shots they were doing, the cool animation in Lux, the fantastic character development in The Well, and how watching TS&TE turned it into one of my favourite nuwho episodes ever. I was so excited for what this season meant for 15 as a character, and I was even excited for what Wish World meant in terms of his character. when that promo photo of 15 and Bels at the club hit my social media, I had faith that it'd been a reclamation of the queerness he had to repress in Wish World. that he'd get to be himself, and the beginning of The Reality War even made me have faith in it when he took off the blazer and it turned into a kilt. and then I watched the rest of it, and this might be dramatic, but that GENUINELY felt like a stab in the back.

they turned the Doctor who was a big breath of fresh air for the show, with a brand new energy we hadn't seen before, and had potential for a serious exploration of the Doctor's trauma and repressed tendencies from the Time Lord Victorious days, and they made him go between two nostalgia bait castings. the first Black Doctor (not counting Fugitive considering she didn't have her own run) and they put him between two of RTD's favourite white callbacks. I wasn't too pissed with the bi-generation stuff, and putting Ncuti after David, because I had faith that they'd just sort of acknowledge that he's just a way for 15 to cope with his trauma (it doesn't work but that's for a different post). but to put Billie in a surprise regeneration in an episode that overall slaughtered so many good characters? to give him such a rushed regeneration?? to never give him a Dalek story, or even a Cyberman story??

the ONE DECENT THING I hope comes out of all of this is that Ncuti Gatwa knows that his time as the Doctor was most definitely not wasted. the amount of people who are clearly upset about this, for countless reasons, and I know there are so many people who have expressed gratitude for him getting them back in the show. (shoutout to the Timerogue server that literally gave him a scrapbook all about how much they love his era.) i'm not Black, but I have never felt so seen by a Doctor's era since I watched Matt's run as a little kid, and now here I am with Ncuti's run. I will continue watching the show, this isn't enough to make me quit it altogether - but honestly I don't think I'd blame anyone if they did. especially if RTD stays on as showrunner.

honestly we can only hope BF picks up 15's run, and Ncuti agrees to come back for audiodramas, because, that wasn't enough time at all.

[oacest]

hi scholars, i'm sorry this is not a fun topic. the new r*ssell brand news got me thinking. apart from a few exceptions, why does noel have such horrible taste in male friends, and has it been always like this? since when he started hanging out with those creepy male comedians? is he friends with them because he’s just a poor judge of character or is there more to that? what do you think?

noel was also friends with johnny d*pp but i believe he was more like his (and meg's) bestie’s bf rather than his friend. i’m sure he doesn’t talk to brand anymore but it’s so baffling to me that they're the people he willingly associate(d) himself with. maybe i’m biased but noel doesn’t have the creepy vibes his mates have and looks out of place to me when he's with them. i've listened to one of the matt morgan podcast episodes where noel mentioned some of the comedians he liked and all of them turned out to be cancelled it’s not even funny. so i guess they have similar sense of humor and morals...even though I don’t like to pick sides, i think liam is 100% justified for slagging off his brother’s circle of friends.

i'm sorry to say that cancel culture is not a realistic way to engage with or make meaningful observations about human behaviour! unless you live in a deeply asocial manner (and even then...), it's not possible to get through life without knowing, befriending, or even loving and being intimate with a wide array of people who do terrible things. pretending otherwise isn't healthy or constructive. for better or worse, noel is a man (supposedly) who was born and enculturated in the 60s in a very particular socioeconomic circumstance, and then moved on to a very different socioeconomic circumstance, both of which are.. shall we say.. Known to be hotbeds of all kinds of wretched activities and ideologies. if anything, we should be astonished he's as conscientious as he is. by which i don't mean we should fall down in gratitude at his feet for sometimes being respectful of others lmao, only that we need to think holistically about how people's lived experiences inform them. by definition he understands the world differently than an online american 19yo in the year 2025. he's not choosing his friends or who he finds funny by applying the same metrics you might. the man (in)famously was delighted to hobknob with tony blair ffs lmao, be real.

otoh, while he maybe doesn't use the wording that people in leftist spaces these days like, to his credit he has repeatedly and consistently over the years been quite forthright in condemning misogyny and racism as he understands them, and seems generally to do his best to act in accordance with those beliefs.

but he's a famous rich white guy who hangs out with other famous rich white guys, and shares a lot of the same ideas and beliefs! odds are very good a high percentage of that demographic is going to end up being sketchy. (although for what it's worth he'd already distanced himself from russell brand years ago due to prior instances of shitty behaviour.) no one can accuse noel gallagher in particular of being performative about his opinions and choices lol, he's an idiot in a lot of ways, but this urge to make celebrities virtue signal harder than anyone else due to their "platform" is pointless at best, and i would say downright dangerous in general. i know you've sent this ask in perfectly good faith and im not trying to preach or wag my finger, but i can tell you that the instinct to hang your hopes and emotions on a celebrity you like behaving to your particular specifications is asking for disappointment at the very least. he can like whatever shitty comedians he likes, it's not our business or responsibility to approve or disapprove of that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(and for the record there is no world in which liam is LESS sexist than noel or somehow more "woke" lol, all his complaints about noel's friends are based on personal jealousies and agendas and have nothing to do with moral superiority.)

[plants-are-fun]

”it’s ok, just eat”

TW: ED!!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS!!

I have struggled with this in the past and it comforted me so hopefully it can do the same for others

toxic mom(same), toxic personal trainer

shitty writing

heavy angst, fluff, semi happy ending

Bf!chrisxEDgf

small use of y/n

Chris’s pov

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i don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Every single time we went out to eat, y/n would pretend to eat. She would slide her food around, cut it, even offer me some, but she would never actually take a bite.

throughout our whole relationship she would be constantly tired and cold, but to be honest I thought that was just a woman thing. I wanted to have her in a car video, but she would refuse and her only reason was “i don’t want them to see me”. I didn’t push it, but that explanation never sat right.

as she started showing the desire to be in our videos, she started rapidly losing weight, but when I asked her about it she would just say it’s what her personal trainer had been working on. I should have pushed it.

so now, here we are in our minivan prepping to film.

“hey mama what do you want to eat?” I say going as matt pulls into McDonald’s. I look back and all she does is get red and start to fidget.

“it’s ok Chris I don’t need anything” She stutters. “Besides, if I were to eat I think that I would throw up. I’m so nervous”

“you need to have something to eat. These videos can get kind of long.” Nick says as he glances over at me looking worried. Matt nods.

“okay Nick just order her a dr pepper to make sure her blood sugar doesn’t crash” I look over to make sure that’s good, but all of the color previously is not drained from her face.

“U-um can you make it a diet?” She whispers.

I honestly just passed that as nerves.

After we got our food and we made it to a random parking lot, Nick passed out the food and may set up the camera.

“shit” she says

“what’s wrong ma?” At this point I am starting to get very worried.

“it isn’t diet.” She says. I look up at her and she looks like she could cry.

“it’s ok, I’m sure it’s not that big of a deal” I say obliviously. “Do you want a fry?”

she starts to stutter some excuse when Matt comes back in and Nick introduces the video.

After Nick starts some random argument with Matt I realize that something is seriously wrong. I can hear my girlfriends breathing start to get heavier and even her stomach growl.

“hey kid I can hear your stomach from here” I say handing her a couple of fries.

“I don’t want to take your food” she says

“it’s ok, just eat.” She takes a fry and starts to nibble on it. As Nick starts up on some dumb rant about his newest fear, I hear the car door slide open and running. Nick just stares at her in aw and starts laughing, but I’m already on my feet.

I run over to her as I hear gagging and heaving. I pull her hair back and rub my hand against her back.

as she comes back up all she is doing is sobbing and rambling apologies

“I’m s-so sorry I r-ruined your video I didn’t mean to I didn’t want to eat but I-i didn’t want you to ask questions! I’m sorry Chris please forgive me-“ I cut her off with a hug.

“baby what happened? Are you ok? What do you mean you didn’t want to eat? Do you feel sick”

I lead her to a sidewalk curb as she slumps over in exhaustion. She spills everything.

“my whole life my mom has always made me watch what I eat. She used to tell me to suck in my gut and all of that overbearing mother stuff. Then when I started dating you I had already not been eating much, but I really really wanted you to like me and I thought I was too big for that. So I cut back on my calories and went to the gym more. My personal trainer has been calling me fat. He says it’s for motivation but it’s just making it worse! Then when you said you wanted to introduce me to your fans, I just got so scared because I know how intense they are, so I stopped eating all together. But I didn’t think that it would backfire so much that I would ruin the video. I’m sorry Chris, I really am.”

she just leans her head against my shoulder and hiccups lightly.

I feel like the worst boyfriend ever for not seeing the signs. Sure, I’ve been busy, but only an oblivious asshole wouldn’t see the love of his life struggling so much.

“first things first, you didn’t ruin the video. Your safety is far more important. We also are going to FIRE that personal trainer. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were hurting until now. When was the last time you ate?”

“when we went out and I got that salad” my heart drops. “baby, that was 3 days ago…” she just starts crying again.

“it’s ok, let’s go get something light to eat. Maybe water based? Then we can go to the doctor, or get you a therapist.”

“ok” she whispers

“I love you so much baby” I say kissing the top of her head.

“we’ll get through this together.”

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eek I can’t tell if that was good or not but I’m too tired for anything else 😥

[laeffy]

forgot to mention my bf's brother turned 30 over the weekend and after his party we went to dave and buster's and I played one of the claw machines and won a shitty little spirit plushie out of it (yes spirit as in the dreamworks animated horse movie) on my first try and ever since then I've been keeping him near and dear to my heart, and also annoying my bf with him whenever I get the chance. I named him matt damon. on account of the fact that he was voiced by matt damon in the movie

[whoisneo404]

request !!

nicks bf has struggled with an0rexia in the past and nick finds out hes been st4rving again and nick finds out and its cute fluff

Take your time.

Summary: Nick notices you haven’t eaten all day, so he helps you out with that.

Tw: talks about eating disorder, throwing up mention, cursing, mention of reader seeing a psychologist.

Note: this is more of a 'Nick helps reader to eat' than a 'Nick tell reader it's okay and comforts them' bcs when i have hard days i need people to help me eat and not comfort me, but that is my expirience, so i hope it's close to what you had i mind when doing the request.

"You aren’t having lunch with us?" My friends look at me as I walk besides them and I shake my head.

"I'll have lunch with Nick." I give them a weak smile and they nod. It has been a while since I have felt this way, my phycologist says its normal to have step backs in the process of healing, but it’s really shitty to feel like I haven’t improved at all. My phone dings and it's Nick saying that he was outside my waiting for me, after saying goodbye to my friends I walk outside campus and see Nick standing outside Matt’s van. I smile and walk up to him and hug him.

"Hi, how have you been? excited for vacations?" he whispers to my ear.

"Yes, I can’t wait to go to the beach next week." I kiss his cheek quickly and enter the car. "Hi Matt, where is Chris?"

"Hello." Matt says looking at me from the rear-view mirror. "He is already on the park with everyone else."

"Cool, let’s go then." to be honest I was excited for the picnic, but yesterday something happened, I don’t know what, I don’t know why, but I don’t want to eat today, I don’t feel like it, I feel like I will cry if I do. Nicks hand grabs mine, kisses my knuckles and places our hands on his leg to play with my fingers.

once we arrived to the park we walk to a quiet part, where our friends were setting the picnic up. Chris come up to us and hugs me.

"Hiiiii! How was your exam? I hope fine, I bought you a drink." I wrap my arms around him and pat his back twice, he then let’s go and hands me a carton juice.

"Thanks Chris, and it was fine, I passed."

"GREAT! let’s eat to celebrate." Chris walks to the group again and sits beside Matt.

Nick and I sit next to Madi, who was talking with Nick about out trip to the beach next week. I sit between Nicks legs, his back against a tree, my back against his chest. I look down at the food Infront of me and gulp, the smell and all the food together make me feel sick. I look down at the juice Chris gave me and start playing with it, moving it around and tossing it here and there.

"Hey, you, okay?" Nick whispers to my ear. I turn my face a bit and look at him in the eyes.

"Yeah, just kind of tired. I’m okay."

"Okay." he kisses my cheek and keeps talking with someone, I don’t know who, my face goes back down to my hands.

"Hey, you aren’t hungry?" Madi’s voice is soft against my ears. I feel my stomach turn and I shake my head.

"No, I... I had lunch at uni."

"Oh, okay. If you want any snacks there is plenty." she gives me a warm smile that I try to give back.

"I’m going for a walk, be tight back." Nick stands up and grabs my hand making me stand up too. "Let’s go."

We walk around the park for a while. Nick buys a sandwich on a local restaurant nearby and we sit on a random bench.

"Did you really eat at uni?" he looks at me in the eyes and I feel my eyes water, I look down at my hands. "Don't lie to me, don't do that." I shake my head slowly. "Did you have breakfast?" I push my lips to the side and he lets out a sigh. "Okay, I know you had dinner, we ate together... Baby, look at me." I raise my head again, looking at him in the eyes. "Did something happen?" I shake my head. "Okay... you have you eat you know it." I nod, his faces seem hurt. "Help me eat this, okay?"

"Nick, I don't know if I can." I whisper.

"Just help me, we will do it together, okay?" I nod slowly. He opens the juice he also bought and handed it to me. "Drink first, it will help with the taste." I drink a bit of the orange juice, and let out a sigh as I watch him unwrap the sandwich.

"You've got this. We will take as long as you need."

if you struggle with an ed i just want you to know that it's okay. It's okay to have bad days, it's okay to eat, your body needs it, your mind needs it. Take your time, reach out to people who cares about you. You are not alone, you'll get thru this<3

[orangesocksonmyeyes]

apocalypse au bf! rafe x oc!

pt. 2

part one: here.

rafe jerked awake at the sudden knock against his door, his head immediately snapping towards where his girlfriend had been sleeping. he didn’t mean to fall asleep, he was supposed to keep watch - make sure none of the others had any plans of their own.

he stood from the chair he had placed in front of his bedroom door, “who is it?” he asked, his voice quiet enough to not wake rory but loud enough for them to hear. “ryan.” the voice replied and rafe moved the chair out of the way, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

his guard shot back up at the sight of matt and two others standing behind ryan. he instantly moved to block the entrance of his room with his large frame. “relax, rafe. we don’t want to do this either.” matt attempted to reason with him, but rafe knew it was utter bullshit. matt had been wanting any excuse to make him and rory leave. or die. maybe both.

rafe leaned against the door frame, shooting a glance over his shoulder towards a still sleeping rory. he just needed more time to figure out where they could go. he couldn’t risk going out in the open with possibly more infected. “look, at least let her wake up on her own, she’ll be terrified if she wakes up to all four of you.” matt cut him off with a scoff. his arms crossed over his chest as he nodded his head towards the room. “it’s probably not even her in there anymore. i bet she’s waiting for you to come sit by her to attack-“

“shut the fuck up, matt.” rafe growled, his voice louder now.

“you shut the fuck up, man. if it was any of us other than her you’d be all about blowing our fucking head off!” rafe finally snapped at that and his hand moved to grab matt’s throat, slamming him into the wall. “you don’t know shit.” his jaw clenched, his head tilting as he spoke.

“rafey?” rory called from the doorway of the bedroom, watching as rafe instantly dropped his hold on matt and rushed to her side. his hand cupped her cheek but she was too focused on how everyone backed away from her like she had the plague. “you okay?” rafe hummed, gently turning her head to face his. she nodded in response, her gaze falling to her wrist. rafe followed her gaze, “does it hurt?” he asked, not waiting for a reply before he held her hand and slowly rolled her sleeve up her arm.

everyone’s breathing suddenly stopped. the hallway was silent and nobody’s eyes could tear away from what they were seeing.

a scar had now formed over her once fresh wound. the bite marks now nothing but a memory. one would think that she had gotten it years ago, not hours.

rafe’s eyes moved to ryan’s, but for the first time, it didn’t look like even he had an answer.

“could it be makeup?” a member of the group asked from his spot on the couch, which rafe had thought his name to be anthony. he rolled his eyes at the dumb question but rory responded before he could. “where could i have got sfx supplies from, ben?” she replied, annoyance evident on her face. rafe gave her hand a squeeze.

ben. huh. he could’ve sworn it was anthony.

ryan held his chin in his hand as he paced the living room. “look, we’re all confused. scared, even. but don’t talk nonsense, benjamin.” he grabbed one of his various notebooks from the bookshelf, opening it and scanning a page. it contained information he had collected over the years since the infection started. it’s what made him the head of the group. he was the most informed, the most prepared and willing to make everyone survive in this shit.

rafe leaned forward, one of his hands cupped snugly on rory’s thigh while the other held his head. he glanced at his girlfriend, giving her a soft smile as he rubbed his thumb across her skin. he was upset at himself for not even considering how these past few hours must’ve felt for her.

suddenly, he was craving to have her alone.

rafe slipped his hand into hers as he stood. “it’s been a long, shitty day. it’s late and i’m sure all of us our exhausted, especially rory.”

ryan raised his head from his book, eyes meeting rafe’s before scanning the room. “he’s right. we’ll pick back up on this in the morning. nobody is to enter their bedroom without permission. and lock your doors.. in case..” he trailed off, attempting to carefully choose his next words. “no offense, rory.” he said, his tone genuine as he looked at her.

rory just smiled warmly at him. rafe looked at her the whole time.

rafe trailed his hand down the small of her back once they returned to his room. he spun her around to face him, his hand moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. he was forever infatuated with her, part infected or not. their eyes met and rafe leaned in for a kiss, but rory held a quick finger to his lips.

“aren’t you worried i’ll suddenly turn and bite you?” she asked, her tone slightly humorous but rafe could see through it. she was genuinely worried about snapping and hurting him.

he pulled her finger from his lips, glancing at it before placing a soft kiss to the pad of it. he kissed the palm of her hand, and then looked at her as he placed a firm kiss to her scar.

“there is no part of you that i could ever exclude. if this is what you are now, then it is what i want now.” he said, his eyes glued on her, and her only.

this is lowkey rushed and i might tweak it later but for rn it’ll work 😌

my requests are open!

[thetriplets3]

hi i have a request 😁

a slow dancing in a parking lot vibe

❝𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

warnings: swearing, shitty bf saying shitty things

shoutout to @emmssturniolo for editing go show her some love

matt and i have known each other for years before we started dating. he’s been there for all my shitty boyfriends who left me feeling like i wasn’t worthy of love and questioning if they loved me the way i loved them. matt knew all the cliché things i always wanted to do, but my exes refused saying i was embarrassing them.

i made my way through the dark parking lot, my head constantly checking around me to make sure no one was following me. i hate walking alone in the dark; it’s so much easier for things to hide i don’t feel safe. i make it Jake’s mom’s 2000 Toyota Echo and i can already hear the obnoxiously loud music playing on the radio. i know he knows i don’t like loud music or noise in small spaces, he chooses to do it anyway. opening my door and sitting in my seat, i cringe at the volume, reaching to turn the volume down to a bearable level.

“don’t touch the fucking volume” he snaps as he turns it back up.

slinking myself further into the seat, i roll my eyes at his behavior. the next song starts, and i can’t help but let a little gasp out.

“i love this song! let’s dance!” i suggest, excitement evident in my voice.

“stop with that shit; i’m not doing that with you; it’s embarrassing” he spits, turning the car engine on and driving out of the lot.

i’m used to it. it’s always the same thing every time i wanna do something “coupley” he refuses saying he won’t do it with me it’s embarrassing. i always had this idea of a fairytale relationship and this was far from it. i couldn’t deal with him anymore today; he was constantly shutting me down, dismissing me, or being snapping at me.

“can you drop me off at nick’s please?” i quietly ask, scared of his response

without a word, he turns onto the triplets street, stopping the car in front of their house. “get out” bitterness filling his voice. slamming the car door on my way out i storm up their driveway, filled with emotion. i turn around, raising both my arms in the air, and flip him off, finishing it with “fuck you jake” as loud as i can. the boys have always told me i don’t need to knock but i do except for today, i just needed to see someone who wasn’t jake. that someone was matt.

matt patiently listened to me rant about how shitty jake made me feel and ask what i did wrong.

matt knows me better than anyone. i feel stupid for not seeing it sooner; it would have saved me from a lot of heartbreaking relationships. on days i don’t feel well he stops what he’s doing to come be with me, stopping at the store to get my favorite things to cheer me up. whether a day is the worst day of my life, the best day of my life, or just a normal day, he’s there with my favorite flowers. knowing how much i love them he’ll find any excuse to get me them just to see the smile on my face. i never had to remind him of things; he knows me inside out; what music i listen to (he even has a playlist of all my favorite songs); he can sense when i’m getting overwhelmed and want to get away from whatever it is that we’re doing; he knows that i find his hand cradling my head during a hug to be grounding; he listens like actually listens; his eyes are so intently watching and hanging on to every word.

i always felt like i had to remind my exes to love me, but with matt he was the one reminding me i’m loved. he did everything no one else cared to do and he paid attention to things most people ignored. everything he does melts my heart because i’ve never been treated like this. like i deserve.

today was one of those days where everything just feels off and you can’t pinpoint why. facetiming matt in the morning, he seemed to have noticed i wasn’t my normal self. bringing it up in the most gentle way he suggested going for a drive.

“is everything okay sweetheart? you don’t need to explain, i just want to know if you’re okay. how about we go for a drive later tonight? clear your head. let me bare some of the weight from your shoulders” the love and tenderness in his voice is all the confirmation i’ll ever need.

sitting on the old wooden bench by the front door, i slip my socks and shoes on just as matt knocks on the door. opening the door i collapse into his arms before he takes my hand and walks me to his car. planting a soft kiss to the back of my hand before dropping it to open my door.

“my love” he says with a little bow, making me giggle.

our linked hands lie on the center console, matt’s thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of my hand. the smallest gestures make me feel so loved. tonight’s destination of choice was the empty parking lot of a frozen yogurt shop. our first date. our deep conversations are always my favorite, he’s so emotionally intelligent i love listening to him voice his thoughts, opinions, and advice. to lighten the mood after those deep talks he softly plays music. immediately i recognize the song, a smile toying at my lips.

“i-” my voice trails off, remembering what happened every time i mentioned a song and how some made me wanna dance.

“what? go on” he urges me to continue, turning his body in his seat to face me giving me his full attention.

another thing i love about matt is his patience. he knows i tend to bite my tongue when it comes to sharing my opinions because i was afraid of the response i’d get, so he encourages me to continue, in turn reassuring me that my thoughts and opinions are valid.

“i love this song it’s so beautiful” i say

without a word, matt gets out of the car and walks around the car, leaving me confused until my door opens and matt’s there with his hand out for me to grab hold of.

“may i have this dance, pretty girl?” he asks, letting a laugh slip through his serious façade.

“i’d love to” i whisper.

letting go of my hand for a second he reaches into the car and turns the volume up just loud enough for us to hear it. i smile to myself at his thoughtful gesture, making sure i was out of the car before turning the volume up. no one’s ever taken so much consideration to make sure i’m comfortable like he does.

my thoughts are interrupted by matt circling his arms around my waist, instantly my hands finding their home at the nape of his neck and in his hand. pulling me closer to him, i rest my head on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne bringing me even more comfort. our bodies sway to the music enjoying this moment.

matt gently pushes my body away from his and raises our joined hands, ready to twirl me. it wasn’t the most graceful twirl ever, filled with giggles at my lack of dancing skills. as i turn back to face matt i let go of his hand and wrap both my hands at the nape of his neck mindlessly playing with his hair. our eyes are locked on each other, having a conversation of their own. with watery eyes and a big smile, i’ve never felt so loved. he has done everything and more than anyone else has and he never lets me forget how much he loves me.

matt rests his forehead against mine, eyes starting into mine. softly, he whispers the lyrics to me, never breaking eye contact

❝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

a few tears escape my eyes. this isn’t his type of music at all yet he’s made the effort to listen to it and remember the words knowing how much i love this song. no one will ever love me more than matt, he’s it for me, he’s all i’ve ever needed.

“i love you thank you for showing me what it feels like to be unconditionally loved. i can’t wait for a lifetime of being loved by you” i gush.

“loving you was never something i had to think about; it’s just natural. how can anyone look at you and not see that you deserve every star in the universe? you shine so brightly that i can’t believe people made you feel like you should hide that light. you are worthy of love and i’m happy i get to be the one to show you. i love you sweet girl. i’ll love you for a lifetime and every one after that. you’re the sun to me” he confesses, placing a loving tender kiss on my lips.

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[oliviasturniolo21]

today's video was so funny lmaooo need matt to be more sassy robot 😭🙏

anyways how are youuuuu

we'll definitely get dogs after getting married 🤞 i saw the cutest baby sweet sweet dog on reels and it reminded me of you🤭 can we pretty please live in the middle of the woods like cottagecore gfs 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

i never asked my friend why she didn't come (i didn't want to hurt my female ego 😔😤)

i have nothing interesting to tell you (i do i'm j lazy to type) but i have my farewell party soon so yayay it's also 5.19 am as i type i should go sleep but eh

give me some tea pls i'm dying i need drama idc i don't the people involved in the drama i j need the dramaaaaaaaa

i also got my periods and my back is killing me and i want to kill my ex how dare he

🎀

OMG I FULLY AGREE MATT WAS SO SASSY IT WAS SO FUNNY TBH 😭. i’m good hbu babesssss. YES LETS GET AT LEAST 2 DOGS AND MOVE TO THE WOODS 🤞🤞. DAMN GIRL GTS. I don’t have much drama, except for smt that happend like a week ago but i’ll tell you anywayyy. SO I have a really close friend from kindergarten, keep in mind i’m in senior year atm. BUT SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN LOYAL TO ALL HER PARTNERS, and last time she went to a party (it was on a saturday night) she went and cheated on her bf…. THE THING IS, her bf DESPISES ME BC I TOLD HER SHE SHOULD BREAKUP W HIM AND HE OVERHEARD (he’s a shitty person who like is hella homophobic and believes men and women don’t deserve the same rights) But anyway he asked me abt it and was tryna get me to say she cheated. I’m not a snitch tho so obv i didn’t 😉. They broke up (THANK GOD 🙏) and she may or may not have become fwb with the guy she cheated on him withhhh.. (they moving on fast asf 😭) I’m on my period rn day 4 and it sucks 😭

[bisluthq]

What did you think of Jack’s Sauron because, as someone who doesn’t watch the show, I thought it was goofy and at first that’s what the consensus seemed to be. But lately I have seen people asking for him to come back in more flashbacks and people defending his Sauron and saying it made sense for the time. My problem was never Jack’s portrayal though, it was the wig and the script, so maybe it’s fine for people who watch the show and are used to that being not great?

I thought it was goofy but I find that entire show to be TERRIBLY goofy and yet I watch the absolute fuck out of it. I started off like having some vague defense of it where I was like “it’s beautifully filmed and the costumes are great like technically it’s phenomenal” and I kept saying that so then my bf said he’d watch it with me because he doesn’t mind shitty shows that are well made and halfway through the first episode we watched together (it may actually have been that Jack one idk because it was around when S2 dropped) he was like “wait this isn’t the one you keep saying is so well made and stuff” and I was like “…” and he was essentially like “dude you’re just watching it for the blonde chick right like stop lying to people” (I’m paraphrasing this interaction) and I think he’s probably right lol. I felt very called out. Tbf the people I date always figure out my horny shows like before I do lol like I’m off explaining to anyone who’ll listen what a diehard fan I am of some random project (once upon a time it was Doctor Who) and my bf/gf at the time is like “no she’s just a dumb horny fuck and finds X hot” (I don’t like Doctor Who at all, like not even a little bit, I just think Matt Smith and Karen Gillan are really hot 🥲) and they’re almost always correct. ROP, much like Doctor Who, is very fucking stupid and poorly written lol but the people in it (Morfydd and Charlie mostly) are very fucking hot and fwiw the landscapes ARE pretty like I stand by that part.

[thosemintcookies]

I think it would be funny if Matt did get a long and pained self discovery arc where he realizes he is queer and he agonized over telling fog BC what if it changes everything between them but it turns out fog is an out gay man with a long term bf and he told matt all about it during chips run when he was a shitty friend and didn't listen to fog at all

[angelyuji]

yandere matthew murdock x reader

you and matt talk about his relationship with elektra!

tw abuse (physical and emotional), gaslighting, implied kidnapping, just shitty bf things

“do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.” matt slams you against the window of his apartment. you choke back a sob. you don’t even remember what started the argument, maybe something about elektra, but none of it matters anymore. you just want to go.

“i-i’m sorry.” you choke out, trying to stop yourself from breaking down.

“i get enough shit from foggy and karen about her. i don’t want to hear it from my own girlfriend.” matt sighs, letting go of you. you slide down and sit. “sweetheart,” he crouches down and cups your face, you try to move, but he holds you in place.

“m-matt, i’m sorry, okay? just g-give me a minute.” you hiccup. you try to remember what you had said to him, what set him off?

“you and elektra are just friends, right? nothing more?”

right. his ex. it's always about his ex. you had just asked about elektra. you knew their history, karen had told you about their on-and-off relationship. you knew you shouldn't have asked. you knew that matt would get mad, but your insecurities had gotten the best of you.

"god, (y/n), this? again?" you watch matt as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, rolling his eyes.

"yes, matt, that. again." you huff and pause the show you were watching. matt takes a seat on the couch and ignores you.

"i don't know why you're so obsessed with my relationship with elektra. i already told you that we're just friends." matt grabs your hand to pull you close to him, you wretch your hand out of his grasp.

matt grits his teeth and puts his feet up. "i know you're just friends, matt. i just want to make sure. karen told me-" matt scoffs.

"you believe karen over your boyfriend?" matt lets out a humorless chuckle.

"god, matt, karen told me about your history because you wouldn't tell me! you'd change the subject or just wave me off. so, i'm sorry if i pissed you off." you get up and matt follows suit. matt grabs your hand.

"no, no. you're not making me the bad guy in this." you try to pull your hand back, but matt's grip was tight.

"the bad guy? the bad guy? god, matt, all i wanted was for you to be honest about what your relationship with elektra was! you're always preaching about honesty to me and it's not fair that it doesn't go both ways!" you rub your temples, exhausted.

matt lets go of your hand, "fine. you want honesty, (y/n)? yeah, i fucked elektra, every single time i saw her. she was my everything. so, i kept going back to her, until you. elektra was dangerous, she was spontaneous, she was unstable. so, i choose the safe option. i choose you. does that make you happy? to hear all of this?" you feel your heart break.

"the...the safe option? i'm just your safe option?" your chest feels like it's being ripped open at matt's cruel confession. "do you... do you even like me, matt?" tears drip down your face and you turn to walk into the kitchen. "god, fuck you, matt. you always do this shit." matt grabs your arm.

"you do NOT get to walk away from me after this bullshit."

"oh! i thought i was just the safe option! i thought i was just a placeholder for elektra!" you push matt away, but matt pulls you back.

"do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME."

"sweetheart?" matt whispers, watching you carefully. you look up to see him staring at you, concerned. "are you alright?"

"m-my back hurts." your back throbbed from the impact against the window. matt helps you up and sits you on the couch.

matt rubs your back as you sniffle, "sweetheart, none of this would've happened if you had just calmed down and talked to me." you let out a breath. matt stops rubbing your back and places his hand on your shoulder. you shrug it off. "(y/n)?"

you get up, "i don't think... i don't think this is working out." you lick your lips. "i think we should break up." he tilts his head up at you.

"what?" matt gets up. he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "don't be stupid, (y/n). this was just a stupid fight. we'll get through it."

"that's just it, matt. it's not just the fight. it's the fact that i will never measure up to elektra to you. it's the fact that you never even considered to be honest to me about how you still have fucking feelings for her!" you laugh, feeling stupid. your back aches and you just want to fucking leave.

"i don't like her like that, (y/n). you're acting insane. just calm down, get a drink of water." matt goes into the kitchen, you turn away.

"i'm packing my stuff and i'm leaving, matt. i just can't do this anymore." you walk towards the bedroom and hear matt sigh. for the first time since you both started dating, you feel relieved. like this weight you had been carrying had been lifted of your shoulders. you start packing your things into the overnight bag you had brought when you first stayed over.

"i feel bad for the next poor soul that dates him." you mumble.

"don't feel bad, sweetheart." you look up and matt stands at the door with a glass of water and his baton. "cause, you're not going anywhere."

[minjaefreedom]

ik taecyeon fighting for his life trying to get his homies outta there (jyp)

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

..okay to be FAIR New Powers had cool ideas and the villain is pretty fun (even if shes just. Diet Nerissa(tm) but Nerissa is the best villain in the entire series so i can just complain so much) but the bads are too bad to ignore

and teach2Bwitch isnt canon the series ended with ragorlang and thats IT

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

a shitty day

Summary: You had a shitty day. Matt shows up to comfort you.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem. Reader

Wordcount 1.2k

Warnings: Angst, crying, fluff, sharing a bath tub, Matt being the perfect bf (who kinda breaks into your apartment)

A/N: Something that had been on my mind for some time. Not beta'd.

You had never been more relieved to step into your apartment. You let your bags down to the ground, locking the door and just let your head rest against the cold wood.

This day had already started on a bad note and it didn’t get any better the longer it lasted.

After waking up your hair refused to do what you wanted, leaving you walking around having a typical bad hair day. Then you spilled your tea all over you, thankfully still at home, but you had to change. Of course you hadn’t any blouses left already ironed, so in a hurry you took care of your blouse, burning two of your fingers in the process.

It wasn’t even 9 am and you had already felt like crying.

It didn’t get better once you actually got into work. You had two meetings that very well could have been handled via email. The potential customer proceeded to insult you just because you were a woman and then you lost the account you had been working on for months to your new, male, co-worker. Without any explanation.

That you had pulled several all nighter and knew every single thing in this account seemed not interesting for your bosses.

After that you didn’t bother staying longer to work on your new account, clocking out exactly at 6 pm to make your way to the grocery store to buy your weight in chocolate and wine.

You thought your day couldn’t get any worse, but oh how wrong you were. Just as you got out of the grocery store, on your way to pick up the chinese food you had already ordered, it began to rain. Not a little bit, no it felt like buckets of water were coming down on top of you.

Instead of picking up your food you made your way home, drenched to the bones and your mood on a level of low that it hadn’t been invented until now.

You didn’t bother with your bags, only bending down to grab the bottle of wine as you made your way to your kitchen to grab a glass before you went into your bathroom.

You sat on your toilet seat as you watched your tub fill with water, the scent of oranges filling your bathroom from your favourite bubble bath. You didn’t know when you had started to cry but you let the tears flow as you opened the wine bottle and filled a glass, setting it down on the edge of your tub as you shut the water off and began to get out of your cold and wet clothes.

You didn’t even hiss as you stepped into the hot water, lowering your whole body into the tub. Groaning you rested your head on the edge of the tub, the tears still falling down your cheeks. You sobbed, taking a shuddering breath before you grabbed your wine glass and took a sip.

The only good thing about today ending was that you didn’t have to work tomorrow. That, and your date with Matt.

You hadn’t seen him in almost a week and you were really looking forward to spending some time with him. Dating him, getting to know him, was still new.

Even though you had been spending time with him before. As Daredevil. When you didn’t know it was him underneath that mask.

You sighed, looking out of the window as you stretched your muscles, another sob escaping your lips. You took calming breaths, closing your eyes, trying to calm yourself down.

You jumped, Water splashing out of the tub, when there was a knock on your door. Your… bathroom door.

“It’s me,” you heard Matt’s voice and you gulped, brushing the tears away and then scoffing at yourself. He couldn’t see you. But he’d know.

“Can I come in?” he asked and you sighed.

“Yeah. Come in,” you said quietly.

The door opened and he stepped in, dressed fully in black, the mask covering the upper half of his face still in place.

“What.. What are you doing here?” you asked. He closed the door behind himself so the bathroom would stay as warm inside as it was.

“I… I heard you…”

“Crying?” you whispered and he nodded.

“Can I…?” he gestured towards you and you nodded, before you said yes. He walked over to you, kneeling down beside the tub.

“What happened?”

You took a deep breath.

“Just a very shitty day. Burned my fingers this morning, lost the Gray account because I don’t have a dick…”

He tilted his head and you reached over, stopping just short in front of his face.

“Can I?” you asked and he nodded. You carefully slipped his mask off of him, his brown eyes unfocused as you got a good look at him.

You smiled a little, touching his cheek. He gave you a small smile in return.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asked, kissing your hand.

“Just.. stay here. With me. That’s already helping,” you whispered and he nodded.

“I can do that.”

“Do you want some wine?” you asked.

“Mhh…” he hummed, his face still lingering against your hand making you smile softly.

“Matt?” you asked and he gave you a small smile.

“Yes?”

“Can you.. Do you… Will you stay? Tonight?” you asked.

“If you want me to,” he nodded and you breathed out relieved.

“Do you want to get in.. the tub with me?” you asked. This wasn’t how you imagined seeing him naked for the first time, but you wanted to feel him. Closer.

His lips twitched into a little grin.

“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”

You were resting with your back against Matt’s chest, one of his hands resting on your stomach under the water, his other hand holding your glass of wine that the both of you shared.

You had respectfully closed your eyes as he undressed, only peaking to get a good look at his ass which he, of course, noticed with his super senses, smirking at you.

You couldn’t hide anything from him. And while it was annoying at some times, you were more than thankful for his senses that night. You didn’t know how much you had needed some comfort until you found yourself in his arms.

“I hope Hell's Kitchen will survive without the Devil one night,” you whispered.

“It will,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder.

“You’re more important to me,” he mumbled against your ear. You turned your head so you could look at him, seeing the honest expression in his face. Your heart fluttered and you saw his lips twitch, knowing he had heard it.

Instead of saying anything you kissed the corner of his mouth before you settled back against his chest again.

“Matt?” you asked after a while.

“Hm?”

“How did you get into my apartment?”

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