˖ ࣪ ⊹ priscillasturns ⊹ ࣪ ˖

being on your period is never a fun experience. you could be having the best day of your life, and then the next, it all hits you at once, and you’re reduced to a puddle of emotions. you had never been one to openly complain to everyone, but it had always been obvious. it’s different with matt.

you trust him completely, and he’s always there for you. so with him, you let all your frustration out. he doesn’t mind at all, but it does hurt his heart to see you so miserable.

on this day three, particularly, it gets extra bad. you’re in your bed, curled into yourself, and in pain. your cramps are never light. they are always gone or terrible; there's no in between.

you text matt, telling him how miserable you feel and that you just want him to come over and hold you. you can’t help but want your boyfriend at a time like this.

matt replies immediately, saying he’ll be there, and that was it.

you curl back up around your pillow, groaning because you couldn’t find your heating pad that morning, which is the only thing that could have made your cramps a little more bearable.

—

matt takes longer than you expect. after about an hour, you’re about to cry because you’re beginning to think he’s not actually coming. that’s when you hear your front door open. a minute later, matt steps into your room with his arms full. you look up and tears fill your eyes.

“i, uh… i brought you some stuff,” he smiles sheepishly, setting everything on the edge of your bed, and pulling something specific out first. he hands it to you. its your heating pad.

“you left this at my house, i figured you’d want it,” he says softly as he plugs it in for you.

“matt,” you whine, so overcome with gratitude and love. he doesn’t reply and instead places a basket right next to you.

he smiles at you, eyes full of affection. when you don’t look at it, too busy looking at him, he pushes it closer to you as a way to tell you “look at it” without words.

you sit up slightly, pressing the heating pad closer to your abdomen as you pull the basket a little closer. you first pull out your favorite drink and snacks along with a small stuffed animal that you’d pointed out once. you wipe a tear before it spills.

then, you pick up a red rose bouquet lego set.

“i figured maybe we could build that together,” he says, sitting down next to you.

you sniffle, a smile pulling at your lips. then, you pull out a very soft weighted blanket from the bottom of the basket. hiding under it was your favorite candy and a little love note.

you pick it up with a delicate touch, lip trembling as you read it, trying not to let your emotions pour out.

“before you say anything,” matt starts, “there’s starbucks in the fridge. i would’ve given it to you first, but  it got warm in the car, and i wanted to make sure it was cold again first.”

a tear falls from your eye, and matt’s hand lifts to wipe it before you can.

“you do too much for me,” you say, leaning into his touch.

“i don’t do enough,” he says. “i love spoiling you.”

—

for the rest of the day, you sit between matt’s legs on the living room floor, lego pieces spread in front of you, and your favorite starbucks drink along with your favorite chips on the coffee table beside you. your favorite movie plays quietly in the background as you focus on the lego set in front of you.

matt helps you build the set with one hand, while the other gently rubs your belly where your cramps are the worst. he had put his hoodie on you not long ago, since you were cold.

every once in a while, you feel his lips press against the top of your head and on your temples. you smile when he kisses you, leaning back into him and pressing a kiss to his jaw in return.

eventually, when the lego set is finished, and you have a permanent rose bouquet, you catch his lips in a kiss.

“thank you,” you whisper, pressing your head into the crook of his neck.

“anytime, sweetheart,” he replies.

soon after, you fall asleep like that with the movie still playing in the background. matt smiles and holds you through your sleep.

[a/n: adoarrrableee request!! <3]

you had just gotten out of a rather unsuccessful meeting with your team. you’ve been wanting to come out with a new song to possibly soft-launch the fact that you’re in a relationship, but nothing felt right. so you all ended the meeting early, planning to all brainstorm on your own.

matt is there in his car to pick you up the second you walk out the door. you smile, running up to the driver’s door where he’s sitting with the window rolled down.

“hi, handsome,” you say, leaning through the open window and pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

matt smiles into it, smirking when you both pull away. he places a hand on your cheek. “how’d it go, sweetheart?” he asks.

you sigh, your smile fading slightly. “not great, actually. we couldn’t think of anything today so we’re gonna take some time to brainstorm individually.

“sounds good,” says matt. “hop in.” he nods his head towards your side of the car.

you smile again, jogging around to the passenger door and climbing in, setting your bag at your feet. he turns to you again.

“wanna play music?” he asks you.

you smile. “of course!” you excitedly pull out your phone, connecting to the car and putting on your love song playlist.

matt starts driving, listening intently to the music you put on, but he’s more listening to your voice following along.

“these songs are so beautiful and deeply romantic,” you say as you analyze the songs, hoping to find inspiration.

matt pauses for a moment before speaking. “y’know,” he starts, “i love you more than any of these stupid songs could ever say.”

you turn to him slowly, thoughts building in your head. then, your face lights up when the idea comes to you.

“matt!” you exclaim. “you beautiful genius!” you lean over the center console, catching his lips in a kiss at the red light.

“what?” he asks, confused.

“and i wan’t you more than any stupid song could ever say,” you sing under your breath, the idea coming to you as you look at him.

“thats the song!” you shout.

he smiles, smug and proud. “do you want me to drive you back?” he asks.

you nod enthusiastically, already messaging your team that you have the idea and the meeting is back on. matt takes a u-turn and brings you right back to the place you were at before.

when you get there, you press another quick kiss to his lips and practically sprint out of the car.

matt rolls his window down as he watches you rush up the stairs. “do i get writer’s credits?” he asks with a smirk.

you turn around, mirroring his expression. “we’ll see.” you continue walking, but you turn around once more. “thank you, and i love you!”

and then, you run up the stairs, disappearing from his line of sight.

matt’s smile softens when you can’t see him anymore.

—

after a very productive five and a half hours, you stand outside the door on the top step, waiting for matt to pick you up again. when he pulls up, you rush straight to the passenger seat.

“hey, sweethe-”

“wanna hear the demo?” you cut him off, already connecting to the car.

matt laughs softly, already listening. without him even responding, the demo starts playing over the speakers as he starts driving the two of you home.

he pays close attention to every word, the demo track sounding more like a fully produced song to him. you stare ahead, quietly singing along. he smiles at the sound of your voice and how he can see you taking notes out of the corner of his eye.

even though the track only features a piano and your voice, he practically hears a whole symphony because it's something you created.

the car pulls into the driveway at the same time the song ends, since you live so close. as the final line plays, you look over at him with a hopeful smile. he doesn’t turn towards you yet, but you can see the shininess in his eyes.

“matt?” you call, raising an eyebrow.

“all that’s about me?” he asks, looking at you with a soft smile. you nod, and he nods back, stepping out of the car.

you open your door, confused and worried as you step out. did he not like it? you start to worry.

but the second you close your car door, matt walks around and pulls you into a crushing hug. you feel a series of kisses press into your hairline, and your smile grows huge.

“it was amazing, sweetheart,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “how did i get so lucky?”

you crash your lips into his, wrapping your arms around his neck. when you break apart, you rest your foreheads together.

“i ask myself the same thing.”

you kiss him again.

[a/n: i loved this request so much, thank you!! <3]

you and nick had always been best friends. ever since you met in elementary school, you have had a tight bond. it took until a couple of years after graduation for you to become attached at the hip.

you were always around, so naturally, chris kind of fell in love with you. of course, he ended up telling his brothers about it and nick was able to set him up with you.

ever since, it has always been you and chris. now that you’re dating, nick hasn’t gotten much time with you, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you sad.

so nick invited you to hang out with just him for once, and you joyfully agreed. so now, you’re sitting in nick’s room with him, catching up on ru paul’s drag race and just hanging out like you used to.

“it’s been so long since we last hung out,” you say, looking up ay the ceiling.

“i know, i almost regret setting you up with chris,” he jokes.

you don’t know it, but chris is sitting in his room staring at the wall, upset by the fact that you’re so close yet he can’t go see you. he had promised his brother he would let the two of you hang out again.

but the feelings of jealousy bubble up anyway. 

he tries to leave you guys alone, he really does, but his jealousy is way too much. so he gets up out of his bed and starts walking to nick’s room.

you and nick are mid-conversation about ru paul’s drag race when you spot chris in the doorway, staring guiltily at the two of you.

“ugh,” you hear nick groan beside you. “really chris? i can’t even get an hour alone with my best friend anymore?”

you laugh despite yourself, smiling smugly at chris’s sheepish face.

“i tried, i really did,” chris says, fidgeting with his hands.

you smirk. “someone’s jealous,” you say in a teasing tone.

you see chris’s face go red. “oh, shut up,” he says. he walks over with fake annoyance, flopping on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist.

“chris…” you huff, raising an eyebrow.

“chris,” nick calls out, annoyed. “go away. this is my time with her.”

chris lifted one hand and raised the middle finger to nick. “too bad,” he says.

“you suck,” nick replies, flopping back against his headboard.

“that’s all you, nick.”

nick gasps dramatically and you laugh. chris smiles at the sound.

“can i please hang out with nick, baby?” you ask politely.

“no,” he says stubbornly against your chest. “mine.”

“she’s my best friend, chris,” nick says loudly.

“she’s my girlfriend,” chris replies. 

nick practically gives up. chris can sense that he’s actually upset and tries to come up with a compromise.

“i’ll just lay here, and you guys pretend i’m not here,” he says, burying his face into your neck.

you look at nick for approval, knowing chris won’t let it go. nick rolls his eyes and sighs with dislike, but he nods anyway because he too knows his brother is stubborn when it comes to you.

to your surprise, chris actually doesn’t say a word. for a while at least. about thirty minutes after he made that deal, he speaks up again.

“baby can we go to my room now?” he asks hopefully.

“chris,” you sigh.

“please? you are paying too much attention to nick and not enough attention to me.”

you laugh, despite yourself, and nick just chuckles, fed up. “it was good while it lasted,” he says, leaning in to hug you as best as he can with chris in the way.

and with that, you and chris retreat to his room.

“maybe nick and i will hang out somewhere else next time.”

you could be doing anything in the world and still see chris smiling out of the corner of your eye. right now, you happen to be organizing the books on your bookshelf in a very specific order. you have been at it for so long that your body is practically on autopilot and knows what to do without you having to put too much thought into it.

you are so focused on your task that you don’t hear the door creak open, or the sound of footsteps. chris stands just past the doorway, watching you with sparkles in his eyes. 

your brows furrow in concentration as you carefully align books, and the sight of it make him chuckle softly.

you jump, not having noticed he was there. you look up at him with wide eyes before huffing out an awkward laugh.

“sorry, i didn’t see you there. you scared me,” you say to him.

chris smiles warmly at you as he walks over and plops onto the floor next to you. “i didn’t mean to scare you, pretty.”

you lean in, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before continuing your task.

“reorganizing your books again?” he asks teasingly.

you smile. “yeah, i wanted to change it up.”

chris stays quiet, just watching with a dopey grin on his face. he doesn’t look away once. you can sense his eyes on you, but you continue what you’re doing. a small smile quirks at your lips under his gaze.

it takes a while, but you place the final book on your bookshelf. chris sat there quietly the whole time, letting you focus but just wanting to be near you.

when you pull your hand away, you turn to look at your boyfriend. to your surprise, he is still smiling at you with his sweet smile.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you try to act calm, but his smile is very contagious.

“you’re just so pretty, ma,” he says to you, placing a hand on top of yours.

your smile spreads to your eyes at the way he loves you out loud.

“you’re too good to me,” you tell him as you lean against him.

“mhh, i don’t think i’m good enough.” chris’s hand moves to run through your hair gently. he keeps looking down at you with so much love in his eyes.

“god, i love the way you look at me,” you whisper as you look up into his eyes.

chris leans down and presses a kiss to you lips. “i love you,” he says.

“i love you too, hun,” you reply.