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returned hyperfixation: TVDU. My forever bbg. i WILL be writing tvd fics soon.. watch out

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luh calm short fluff imagine 🤏

You and Matt stumble through the front door, tangled in laughter, bumping into each other like you’ve been drinking, but you haven’t. Not alcohol, at least. Maybe just drunk on the way his hand feels in yours, the way your smile keeps bouncing off his.

“Okayyy, lovebirds,” Nick calls from the top of the stairs, his voice exaggerated with mock and annoyance.

“How was your daaatteee?” Chris adds in a whiny, singsong voice, leaning over the banister with his elbows tucked in, hands cradling his face like a Sonny Angel.

Matt laces his fingers with yours as the two of you make your way up the stairs. “Are you guys… capable of being normal? Or is that just not in the cards?” he asks, his lips curling into a crooked smile and his tone teasing.

“Nah,” Chris replies immediately, tipping back the nearly empty Pepsi can and tapping the rest into his mouth, then letting himself collapse dramatically onto the couch.

“Right… right,” you say, eyes wide with sarcasm as you stifle another giggle and follow Matt into the kitchen.

“You two genuinely sicken me,” Nick says flatly, cracking open the fridge for a soda without even looking at either of you.

“We brought home foo—” Matt begins, but doesn’t get to finish.

“FOOD?” Chris’s head pops up like a cartoon character, and in a split second he’s bounding over to the kitchen table, pulling at the plastic bag like it’s Christmas morning.

. . .

Later, the four of you are sitting around after dinner. Conversation drifts lazily between the four of you until Matt opens his phone and pulls up pictures from your date. He flips the screen toward Nick and Chris, showing off your matching shoes, the coordinated outfits, the whole photo shoot you did at Top Golf.

There are some eye rolls, a few drawn-out awwws, and playful teasing, until Matt stops swiping. A photo fills the screen. It’s you, backlit by sunset, hair glowing like melting chocolate. You’re holding the club all wrong, your form off just enough to be charming. Matt zooms in on the picture and sits like that for a good ten seconds.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs under his breath

Chris leans back, already bracing himself. “Lord, here we go…”

“Bro, look look,” Matt insists, practically shoving the phone into Chris’s face. “She’s so cute,” he adds, like it physically hurts to keep the thought inside. His cheeks are warm and flushed, a soft pink climbing toward his temples.

Chris side eyes him with a smirk. “Okay, okay… I’m outta here.” He gets up, stretching, while Nick trails after him, nose buried in his phone without saying a word.

But Matt doesn’t notice. He’s still looking at the photo like it’s that thing from Bird Box. Like you aren’t sitting right next to him, shoulder against his.

He exhales and finally lifts his head, tousled hair falling slightly into his eyes, which are now locked on yours.

“Hellooo, hey, i’m also right here” You tease, letting a hand tangle in his brown mess of hair.

You lean in and start peppering his red cheeks with kisses one after the other after the other. Matt catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

He pauses, holding you still for just a breath. Then, with his blue eyes actually sparkling and pink lips brushing yours, his breath tickling your skin, he leans in and kisses you slowly, his free hand sliding up to cradle the side of your neck.

When he pulls back, his mouth is barely a centimeter away from yours. He rests his forehead against yours, your eyes are closed but you can feel him grinning against your lips.

“I love you sweetheart”

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gonna start posting filth unforch

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