it’s kinda bittersweet how when i started writing on here me and my mutuals were all in our active eras and now i check back every once in a while and my mutuals have also slowly stopped writing and have stopped posting.
like i feel like in a way everyone’s growing and evolving and the tumblr era just starts to slowly fade awayyyyy
anyways hopefully i’ll post something eventually, i know i keep saying that i just feel like nobody even reads my shit anyway so it just feels pointless to write but i know atleast someone enjoys my works so i should probably write again
things have just been busy! but i go on tumblr at least once a day so i promise im not ghosting you, im always here just haven’t written anything in a bit!
Can’t tell me Luke and his gf aren’t both sassy af. Like come on now he needs someone to match his sass and given the look in this gif-
Man is SASSY, like TELL me he wouldn’t want a gf that would make eye contact with him from across the table when they both witness someone do or say something stupid. Like no words needed just that ONE look.
this jumps back and forth from third to first person i didn’t specify when but it just makes sense in my head writing it this way sorry if that bugs you
ps. white cat is you, orange cat is matt
i huff as i yank my hoodie off and chuck it at the end of the sofa for what felt like the 100th time in the last hour, nearly smacking chris with it, leaving me in my tank top.
“for fucks sake” i grumble, too focused on how warm i am to think anyone’s paying attention.
“easy now. watch were you’re throwing things you’re gonna take my eye out” chris overexaggerated.
“it’s a sauna in here i feel like i’m gonna combust”
chris chuckles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the movie that took ages for us all to agree on watching. chris and nick were far too engrossed in the movie to care about the antics going on in the corner of the sofa. little did you know matt has had his eye on you all night watching as you fuss with your hoodie, being too distracted to pay attention to the movie. when you all sat down to start the movie matt kept a slight distance between you two sensing something was bothering you, unsure if it was something he did or if you were just overwhelmed and couldn’t get comfortable. either way he didn’t want to make it worse for you. seeing how much you’ve been fidgeting in the last hour finally made him pipe up.
“sweetheart is something bothering you? you haven’t been able to sit still for the past hour. please tell me so i can help you” matt asked just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for his brothers to hear, not wanting their yelling for him to shut up to make you more uncomfortable than you already are.
“can’t get comfortable” i mutter.
“is the hoodie not comfy? you can have mine if you want”.
“s’okay i’m just annoyed i’m warm with it on but after a while i’m cold without it then i get too warm if i put it back on” i exasperate. “i can’t decide if i’m hot or cold”
without a word matt reaches towards me and places the back of his hand on my forehead. i look up at his hand before looking at him inquisitively.
“yeah you’re hot” he says with a stupid grin on his face and a little chuckle.
“i already knew that” i quip. “i’m warm? what does that mean? do you think i’m sick?” i start rattling off questions, dreading the thought of being sick.
“i actually have no idea how to tell by your forehead. my mom used to do that to us figured i’d give it a shot”
“well i’m still hot and cold and it’s really starting to piss me off if i can’t get comfortable” i huff.
matt holds his finger up to me letting me know he’ll be back. seconds later he returns with a ringed it wet rag he ran under cold.
“scooch over i’m coming in”
i make room for him to lie down before placing half my body onto of his with my head on his chest. his hands delicately gather my hair and brush it over my shoulder, clearing my neck. he places a kiss to my head before placing the cool cloth on my neck letting it rest there for a while before gently rubbing it across my bare back, cooling me down. when i got cold he pulled a fuzzy blanket lover top of us, hugging me closer to him as his one blanket covered hand rubbed across my back keeping me warm. he kept this up for the rest of the movie, cool cloth and blanket for whatever you were feeling.
“thank you matt. i love you” i whisper, giving him a squeeze.