mars 🐈‍⬛

down below, you can find all of the things i’ve written !

will constantly be updated <3

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* represents smut

NICK 🖤

snaps from bff nick

kiss kiss

one more*

countertop*

MATT 🕷️

tease*

snaps from bf matt 2

let me love you*

hot tub

bold

butterflies

long day*

the only exception

causal

falling down 2

when you know you know

pretty when you cry 2

CHRIS 🌪️

white ferarri

snaps from bf chris 2 3

private 2*

purple all over

play date*

that’s what i thought*

OTHERS !

always you - nate doe

belly piercing headcannons - matt & chris

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HAPPY READING :)

in which matt’s summer job turns into something more

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As the clock on the wall struck 9, you let out a breath. Tonight was your night to close, which was never your favorite. Due to how short-staffed you were, you were the only one closing.

After cleaning the counters and sweeping the floors, you untied your apron and set it on the counter. You took the band out of your hair, shaking your head as your hair fell. You made your way to the back, going to tell Rich goodbye.

You pushed open the door, and Rich entered your view. He had a piece of paper in his hand, his eyes studying it as his eyes moved up and down. His chin rested in his hand, eyebrows crinkled, making him look even deeper in thought. You let out a chuckle, making him look up from the paper and at you.

"What?"

"Nothing," you said as you shook your head. "Just wanted to tell you bye before I left." You leaned against the door frame, waiting for him to respond.

"Come here a second." He motioned toward the chair in front of him. You pushed yourself off of the wall and made your way over, taking a seat. He turned the paper around, letting you look at it. It was the application Matt turned in. "What's so special about this kid, Y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never just beg me to give someone a job here. So, what's going on?"

You leaned back in your chair, trying to think of an appropriate answer. Why did you? "I don't know, I just..." He tilted his head at you, waiting for you to finish. "I don't know."

And you were telling the truth. You have never seen Matt before in your life, and you still don't really know him. Yet somehow you begged for an application like you'd known him your entire life.

Rich watched as you stared at the ground, deep in thought. He could tell you were confused by your actions as well. "Look, I can't just give him a position because you have the hots for him."

You looked up at him, slightly surprised by his words. "I don't have the hots for him. I don't even know him." He gave you a look. "Look, I promise there's nothing between us. I just saw him for the first time yesterday."

"Hmm, alright then."

"I swear. And based on his application, I think he'd be a perfect fit. I mean, he's worked with the public before."

"Yeah, at a grocery store," he said as he scanned the paper once more. "There's a big difference between that and working in a restaurant."

You let out a huff at his words. "I know, I know. But come on, he's just looking for a summer job, and you know how understaffed we are."

The two of you sat in silence, just looking at each other for a minute. He eventually let out a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, I'll let him work here. But the second I see any lovey-dovey between the two of you, he's gone. Deal?"

You sat back up in your seat, a big smile on your face. He stuck his hand out, which you gladly took, shaking it. "Deal. Thank you, Rich. I promise you won't regret it." He gave you a smile before letting off your hand.

"Now get outta here. It's getting late."

"Right. Night, Rich." You stood up, making your way out of his office. You grabbed your apron off of the counter and headed towards the door. You made your way to your car, locking the door behind you.

Although it was late, you pulled out your phone and clicked Matt's contact. You began typing, a big grin on your face.

guess who got the job !!!

Within a few seconds, he had responded. 

matt

thank god i was starting to get worried

and thanks y/n, you don't know how much this means to me

no problem :)

he should be calling tomorrow to give you your schedule and all that

He hearted your message, which signaled the end of the conversation. You slid your phone back into your pocket, letting out a sigh. You started your car, the engine roaring as you turned the key. You backed out of your parking space, making your way back home.

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a/n: i know this was short, but the next chapter will definitely be longer !!

in which matt’s summer job turns into something more

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The smell of coffee and pancakes filled your nose as you swiped your rag across the counter. A customer had just left, leaving a few bills behind for your tip. You picked them up with a smile, carefully tucking them into your apron. Although you had only started your shift an hour ago, you knew today was going to be busy.

Early Rise Cafe was the place to be on a hot, summer morning. It was one of the few restaurants left in town that was family-owned and served food made with love. You would always work there in the summer. Your mom knew the family who owned the cafe, so when you were old enough to work, you were guaranteed a job there.

You couldn't complain. It was quite a nice place to work. The staff was warm and welcoming, which is exactly what you needed early in the morning. The look of the place quickly became a favorite of yours. They hadn't changed the aesthetic of the decor since the place opened, but you dug the retro vibe. It was also evident in your uniform; a white blouse and skirt with a red and white checkered apron.

As you turned to put your rag in the sink, the bell on the front door chimed. You steered your attention to the customer, putting on your friendliest smile. It was a young man, close to your age. As he got closer, you could see tattoos littering his arms, which were on display in his white tee and jeans.

"Good morning. Could I interest you in a cup of coffee?" You held up the pot with a smile, waiting for his response.

He took a seat on the stool in front of you, resting his arms on the counter. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks." He watched as you grabbed a mug and set it down in front of him. You poured the coffee in, the heat creating a small cloud of steam in front of you.

As it reached the top, you set the pot down. "I'll be right back with a menu for you." You turned around, making your way towards the kitchen.

The boy grabbed a packet of sugar and ripped it open. He watched as the sugar fell into his coffee, disintegrating within a second. He stirred it with a coffee stirrer. He wasn't sure why he had done that. He didn't even like coffee that much. But for some reason, he couldn't say no when you had smiled at him.

You pushed open the kitchen door, menu in hand. You set it down in front of him with a smile. "I would recommend hotcakes; they seem to be a favorite. No rush of course. Take your time." You walked to the other side of the counter, giving him time to look over the menu.

He watched as you walked away, not an ounce of his attention on the menu. You were very attractive to him. The way your hair bounced as you walked and how pretty your smile was had him distracted.

You came back after a minute. "Ready to order?" You pulled out your notepad and pencil, getting ready to write down his order.

He blinked at you. "I think I'll get the hotcakes. I trust your judgment," he joked.

You smiled as you scribbled on your notepad. "I'll have that right out for you."

To pass the time, he thought he would try the coffee. He picked up the mug, bringing it to his mouth. He knew it was still hot, so he blew on it before taking a sip. As soon as the bitter liquid hit his mouth, his face scrunched up in disgust.

"You don't have to drink it, ya know?" He set the mug down, looking over at you. You had been watching him from the cash register. "Do you even like coffee?" He shook his head, making you chuckle. "So why did you get it?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't say no to you for some reason."

"Don't you know how to butter a girl up," you joked. You made your way back into the kitchen.

After a minute, you came out with a plate of hot cakes. You set them down in front of him. "Is there anything else I can get ya?"

He looked up at you, finally allowing himself to make eye contact with you. "A job application." You raised your eyebrows at his request. Based on your reaction, he regretted his decision to speak. "Shit, was that stupid?"

You shook your head with a laugh. "No, you're all good. Just unexpected is all." You watched as he bit into his pancake, smiling to himself. "Let me go check if we have any." You turned and made your way to your boss's office.

You saw him sitting at his desk, typing something on his computer. His grandparents started the restaurant and it got passed down to him over the years. You lightly knocked on the door, making your presence known to him. "Rich, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from his computer, giving you his full attention. "Shoot."

"Do we have any job applications?"

He furrowed his brows at you. "Why? Who's asking?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. "There's a guy out there who's interested in working here and he asked for an application."

"You know we don't just hire anyone," he said with a sigh.

You internally cursed yourself. Of course, he wouldn't just hand out applications. He tended to keep business between family and friends of the family, but maybe he could make an exception.

"I know, I know. But please, Rich. He seems like a nice guy. You know I wouldn't even think to ask if I thought he wouldn't be a good fit." You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, trying your hardest to persuade him.

After what felt like an eternity of him staring at you, he let out a deep sigh. His hands flipped through the papers on his desk, trying to find a certain piece. He eventually handed you a piece of paper. You looked over it with a smile. It was a job application. "Thanks, Rich. I promise you won't regret this." You clutched the paper to your chest as you made your way back to the counter.

When you got back, his plate was empty and he was looking around the room. "Here ya go." You handed him the paper, which he gladly accepted. "Just fill it out and hand it back to me." You pulled out a pen from your apron and passed it over to him.

After a few minutes, which you spent cleaning up his dishes and wiping the counter, he was done with the application. You read it over, smiling as you read his name. "This looks great, Matt. I have no doubts he wouldn't hire you."

He raised a brow at your words. "How did you know my name?"

You let out a laugh. "It's the first thing you had to write."

A deep red spread across his face, making you chuckle to yourself. "Oh, yeah." Based on his tone, you could tell he was embarrassed. "So, how do you like working here?"

"It's a great job." You leaned across the counter, resting your arms on the cool surface. "Everyone is super friendly here. And the pay is good too." He nodded his head at you. "Well, I'm going to take this back to Rich." He gave you a nod before you turned to walk away. 

After you handed in his application, you made your way back out to Matt. "From what I can tell, he's impressed by you."

"Really?"

"Mhm. He should get back to you in a few days." He nodded at you. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. "Unless you want me to," you suggested.

His face slightly lit up. "What do you mean?"

You wiped your hands on your apron before sliding your phone out of the pocket. You pulled up your contacts and went to make a new phone. "Here, put your number in for me." You passed him the phone. He smiled as he took it in his hands, typing away happily. "I'll probably be able to give you his answer faster than he can. And who knows, maybe your number will be useful in the future." 

He smiled as he passed the phone back. "Yeah, for sure." He glanced over at the clock on the wall. He got up from the stool, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "Well, I better get going," he said as he handed you his card. You took it from him and went to the cash register. He watched as you swiped his card, smiling as you did. He pulled out a 20 from his wallet and set it on the counter.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Matt." You smiled as you handed him his card. 

"See ya later." He smiled before turning to leave, the bell chiming as he opened the door. 

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a/n: sorry for posting this later than expected 😭 and yes there will be multiple parts for this !!

in which matt gets a much needed wake up call

based on this request !

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Enough was enough. You had come to this realization a few days ago. Ever since that night after the bar, you've been ignoring Matt. He's been begging to see you. To come over and fuck you then act like you weren't anything special.

However, this time you actually answered him. He had texted you, saying how much he had missed you and wanted to come over. Little did he know you were going to cut ties with him. Completely.

You've had enough of feeling like an object. Like you were just one of the many girls he could come to when he needed to get off. You were more than that. And you knew deep down Matt wouldn't want you seeing any other guys.

As you awaited his arrival, you paced around the room. You stopped in front of your mirror, taking a good look at yourself. You brushed your hair out of your face as you let out a deep breath. This was going to be a difficult thing to do, but you knew it was the best thing to do. 

A knock on the door thankfully took you out of your thoughts, making sure you were getting any second thoughts about your decision. 

You made your way down the stairs, bracing yourself for how awkward this whole interaction was going to be. You waited a second before opening the door, your hand hesitantly reaching for the handle. Behind the door, Matt stood on your front porch. He was wearing a black tank top and gray sweatpants, which he knew made you go crazy. However, you had to push those thoughts aside and stand up for yourself. 

"Hi, sweetheart," he greeted in a low tone. 

"Hi.' You kept your greeting short, not wanting it to go south before you had the chance to shut down your little situation. You closed the door behind you, making Matt's eyebrows raise in confusion, and took another step towards him. 

"What, did you wanna go back to my place or something?" He smirked at you, trying to get some sort of reaction from you. 

You let out a deep breath. "I can't do this anymore, Matt." You made short eye contact, trying to keep yourself from backing out. 

"What?" You didn't say anything which made his face slightly fall. "We don't have to have sex. We could just watch a movie or something." He shrugged his shoulders, not even sounding remotely interested in just cuddling with you.

"No, Matt, I'm saying," you paused, "I can't continue this." You pointed between the two of you. He looked down at you with his eyes slightly squinted. 

"What did I do wrong?" For some reason you couldn't place it, his tone was off. Like he didn't actually care to hear what he did wrong. Almost as if he was trying to pity himself and turn the whole situation on you. 

"It's just unfair." A deep sigh came from your mouth, making him take a step back. The confusion on his face was now replaced with annoyance. 

"I don't understand." He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head at you. "You're the one who keeps coming to see me, yet it's unfair to you?"

His words made you scoff. "Don't even go there, Matt." The two of you stood in silence for a minute, anger beginning to boil in your blood. "I know I'm not the only one, Matt." His mouth slightly gaped, making you scoff. "You were literally talking to a girl the other day after we came home from the bar." 

"What? I can't have other friends? It's not like we're even together," he shot back.

"That's just it, Matt. We're not together, yet you talk to me like we've been devoted to each other for years."

"Well, how was I supposed to talk to you?"

You laughed. He sounded like a complete idiot right now. "That's not the point. And you know damn well if I was talking to anybody else you would lose your shit." He scowled at you, really letting your words sink in. "It's just unfair." 

"You don't know that."

"Trust me, I do." He looked away, knowing deep down you were right, he just didn't want to admit it. "I just can't do this anymore. I'm more than someone you use to get off when you're horny." 

He shuffled back and forth on his feet, trying to think of what to say next. "You know you mean more than that, Y/n." He stepped closer to you, trying to caress your arm. However, you took a step back, brushing him off. 

"Do I, Matt?" When he didn't answer, you confirmed that this was the best thing to do. "Look, I can't just be an object. Not to you or anyone else." You took a deep breath. "So after you leave tonight, don't try to reach out, because I'm not going to answer." 

Although it didn't show on his face, you knew how hard your words hit him. It's as if all of his blood drained from his face, leaving him pale with slightly wide eyes. 

"Okay, okay. I can respect that." 

"Thank you, Matt." 

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, Matt spoke. "Well, I wish you the best, sweetheart. Maybe one day I'll see you around?" His tone was hopeful, which made you slightly smile. 

"I can't say." And you were telling the truth. As much as Matt made you feel special, you knew it was an act. However, he was a great guy. He just didn't know how to properly show you that. "Good night, Matt." You headed towards your front door, stepping inside. 

"Good night, Y/n." You watched as he walked off your porch, and headed to his car with his head low in defeat. Although it was an unusual sight to see, it took a big weight off of your shoulders. You were no longer his sweetheart and you couldn't feel better about that.

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a/n: no happy ending this time 😛😛

in which matt unintentionally reminds you your just another one of his girls

warning !! slightly suggestive

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It was a bad idea. You knew that. Yet here you were, walking down the street, looking for the bar Matt asked you to meet him at. He was like a drug. He was so bad for you, but you couldn't get enough. Something about him kept you wanting more. Whether it was the devilish look in his eye or the way he spoke to you, you were captivated by him.

A bright neon sign attached to a brick building caught your attention. The place Matt would be. You let a breath as you pulled open the door, a bell chiming above you as you stepped in. You pulled down your tight, black skirt as you approached the bar area.

This place was quite different than the other bars you've been to. You were used to seeing half-naked girls and people snorting lines in the bathroom, but this was different. It was quite a high-end bar and there was hardly anyone in there. It was beautifully lit with warm lighting and soft rock music filled the air.

As you scoped out the room, your eyes landed on Matt. He sat at the bar, talking to the bartender. He wore a black t-shirt, exposing his tattooed skin. The way he leaned against the bar with his legs slightly spread had your heart racing in your chest.

You made your way over to him, subtly biting your lip in anticipation. Almost like he had eyes in the back of his head, he pulled the seat out next to him. You took a seat, crossing your legs, careful not to expose the panties you picked out for him.

"I ordered for you." You turned your head, meeting Matt's intense stare. His eyes traveled down your body, stopping at your thighs, which were fully on display for him. They made their way back up, stopping at your chest, before going back to looking into your eyes.

"Thank you." You gave him a small smile which made him smirk to himself.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispered. You felt your cheeks go flush as his hot breath tickled your skin. He pulled away, quite amused at the flustered look on your face. "What? Did I make you nervous, sweetheart?" His tone was quite arrogant as if he knew how much power he held over you.

Before you could answer, the bartender sat your drinks down in front of you with a smile. You picked up your glass, taking a swig of the dark liquid to help you loosen up a bit. As the burning liquid traveled down your throat, you closed your eyes, letting the liquid courage sink in.

Beside you, Matt watched you drink over the rim of his glass, making you set your glass down. "So, why'd you wanna see me tonight?" You weren't sure why you asked that question. It just slipped out of your mouth.

"Am I not allowed to see my pretty girl?"

Although those words made you scream internally, they stung. How could he call you his pretty girl? He couldn't commit to you, let alone stay faithful. You've seen him around town, in bars and clubs, touching on other girls, but you couldn't say anything. I mean, you did decide to meet up with him.

"You are, just didn't expect you to want to see me is all."

A soft breath left his lips as he registered your words. His hand found your thigh, squeezing the thick skin. "I always want to see you," he said lowly, his voice laced with seduction. He picked up his glass, knocking back the rest of what was in his cup. You mirrored his actions, trying to put your focus on something else but him.

His arm left the table and rested on the bare skin of your shoulder. His gentle touch alone sent shivers down your spine. His fingers began to move around your shoulder, tracing patterns onto the skin.

After a minute, the song on the stereo changed. "Wanna dance, sweetheart?"

You turned to look at him. His eyes were already on you, traveling around your face as he waited for your answer. "Yeah, sure." He gave you a satisfied smirk, which you returned.

The two of you walked toward the middle of the room, giving yourselves space to dance. As the soft rock melody filled the air, Matt grabbed onto your waist. He pulled you close to him, leaving a small space between the two of you. Your arms rested on his shoulder, your fingers brushing against his back.

The two of you began to sway to the music, finding your rhythm as the music went on. His large hands held onto you tightly, making you feel the most secure you've ever felt. His eyes stared down at you, hungrily watching as you swayed.

"Matt, it's not polite to stare," you teased in a low tone.

"Can I not stare at my pretty baby?"

Those words made you melt beneath him. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in a desperate stare. His eyes wandered down to your lips before flitting back up to your eyes. His thumb found your bottom lip, pulling down the plump skin, watching as it bounced back into place.

His hand found your jaw, his rough fingers feeling so familiar on your skin, and pulled you closer to him. Your lips connected, sending sparks through your body. The taste of alcohol rested on his lips, making the kiss ten times more passionate.

As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hand traveled up into your hair. He tangled his fingers in the dark strands, tugging at them. A quiet moan left your mouth at the pull, making him smirk into the kiss.

He bit down on your bottom lip as he pulled away, letting it fall, making you softly gasp. "Did you like that?" he whispered. You mumbled a response making him smirk. "Let's get outta here."

The drive back to your house felt like an eternity. You grew impatient in the passenger seat, looking out the window to distract yourself. Matt didn't even have to try when it came to driving you insane.

He grabbed onto your hand as you walked to the front door. You fumbled with the keys, frantically unlocking the door as he watched you. You pushed the door open, leading him inside. You led him to the couch, signaling for him to take a seat.

He looked so pretty on your couch. He was leaning against the pillows, his legs slightly spread with his arms on the back of the couch. He made a subtle gesture towards his lap, signaling for you to take a seat.

You straddled his lap, letting your legs dangle over him. His hands found the small of your back, resting them dangerously close to your ass. You couldn't help but notice the way he bit his lip as he looked at you. His eyes were full of hunger as they locked onto your chest. "You can take it off," you whispered. His eyes looked up at yours, slightly widened in shock by your boldness.

His hands found the tie of your top, undoing it in a slow tease. He watched as it fell, leaving you in your black bra. His hands reached for them, cupping them through the fabric. Your breath got caught in your throat as he touched you.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. As your lips moved in sync, his hands stayed on you, fondling your breasts through your bra.

The kiss became more hungry as you ground down on him, moans escaping your lips. His hands found the clasp of your bra, carefully undoing it. As your breasts fell free, he took them in his hands, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

You pulled away, letting out little pants as your eyes focused on his hands. You hungrily watched as he toyed with your breasts, sending heat straight to your core.

“So pretty.” He replaced his hands with his mouth, his lips attaching to your right nipple. This earned a gasp from you, your head slightly tipping back.

“Fuck, Matt.” Your hands found his hair, pushing him closer to you. The pleasure doubled as your hips continued to circle, making him groan on your breast.

A sudden vibration beneath you made you gasp. You moved off of his lap, sitting beside him on the couch. You began to catch your breath as you watched him slide his phone out of his pocket. Your eyes traveled over the bright screen, your heart dropping as you saw what was on the screen.

Lena is calling….

You scoffed to yourself as you grabbed your bra. Matt stood up from the couch as you slipped it on. He held the phone up to his ear, greeting the person on the other end. You watched as he listened to Lena, your stomach starting to hurt.

As he hung up, you stood up beside him. “Who was it?”

“Nobody. Look, I have to go. I’ll see you later?”

You tilted your head at him, slightly squinting your eyes. He wore a confused look making you let out a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“See you later, sweetheart. I won’t have you waiting too long.” He gave you a smirk and a wink before heading towards the front door.

As you watched him get in the car through the window, your eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears.

You were right. You shouldn’t have met up with him. Tears began to run down your cheeks as you walked back to the couch. You picked up your top, clutching it to your chest as you cried.

It’s like you were an object. Just another girl he could call when he needed some fun. But you could never say no. And after all, you did look pretty when you cried.

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this is a really good vid too if you want more inspiration if you write the smut i just requested!! :) love you!!!

i wanna put a yt link so you get the idea of the lap dance she gives him :))) you can totally choose whatever song that she does the dance to!!!

https://youtu.be/HW4Qvc8Bx1s?si=Q5pfaQMP6DpCZycF

in which seeing matt interact with your little cousin tugs on your heartstrings

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Nerves were running rampant through Matt's body. You could practically feel it. Most of the car ride had been silent, which was unusual. The two of you would normally talk the whole time, talking about your day or anything that was on your mind.

However, Matt was too uneasy to speak. Today he was finally going to be meeting the rest of your family. He had met your parents a few months earlier, and of course, he was nervous, but this was a whole different level of anxiousness.

You two had been together for almost a year. He had met your parents a few months in, and they absolutely adored him. It was the same way when you met his. But, meeting the rest of your family was an even bigger deal to him.

Every year, your family would host a big cookout in the summer. It was a way for everyone to see each other and catch up. And you thought it would be the perfect idea to bring Matt.

"It's okay, baby." Your hand found his arm, gently grabbing onto the tattooed skin. You began to rub patterns onto the skin, trying to calm him down. His eyes left the road for a split second, locking onto yours. You gave him a small smile as you looked into his eyes. They were slightly widened, which told you just how anxious he was. "I'll be with you the whole time."

After about twenty more minutes of driving, Matt pulled his car into your aunt's driveway. You watched his fingers slightly tremble as he took the key out of the ignition, which made you frown to yourself. "You ready, babe?" you asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt. He gave a short nod before the both of you exited the car.

You stood hand in hand at the front door, waiting for someone to open it. Matt occasionally gave your hand a squeeze, which you learned was a way he coped with his anxiety. Soon enough, the door opened to reveal your little cousin. "Y/n!" she squealed. She ran up to you, wrapping herself around your body. Her head rested on your stomach as she looked up at you, making you laugh.

"Hi, Julie." Julie was your little cousin and was only six years old. Over the years, the two of you had grown quite close. At every family event, she stayed attached to your hip. "How have you been, pretty girl?"

"Good."

You turned to look at Matt. He had a big smile on his face as he looked down at Julie. "She's the cutest isn't she?" He nodded at you. "Julie, this is Matt." She looked up at him, shyly waving at him.

"Hi, Julie." He held his hand out for a high five, which she hesitantly accepted.

"Y/n, it's so good to see you." Your aunt came around the corner, wiping her hands on her pants. Based on that, you could tell she had been cooking. She loved to cook and you always enjoyed her food. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you into her chest for a hug. As she pulled away, she looked you up and down. "Don't you look awful pretty?"

"You know I get it from my mama," you replied with a laugh.

Her eyes wandered from you and over to Matt. She gave him a quick look before looking back to you. "Oh, this is Matt."

"It's nice to meet you, Matt." She pulled him in for a quick hug, which he stiffly accepted. "I'm Y/n's aunt Veronica."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N."

"Oh, please call me Veronica. Calling me Mrs. sounds so old," she said with a laugh. A nervous chuckle left his mouth as he nodded. "Well, I'll let y'all get out there. I gotta get back to the kitchen anyway."

You grabbed Matt's hand and led him out to the backyard. Your parents were sitting at a table, talking to your grandparents. You walked over towards them, Matt following close behind you.

You wrapped your arms around your mom, resting your head on her shoulder. "Hi, my girl." Your mom grabbed onto your arms, giving them a loving squeeze.

You pulled away, making her turn around in her seat. Her eyes landed on Matt, immediately lighting up. "Matt, it's good to see you, honey." He walked over to her, giving her a quick hug.

After your father hugged you, he walked over to Matt, giving him a pat on the back. "It's good to see you. Don't be too nervous, I was in your position not too long ago," he joked. Matt let out a laugh, which made you smile to yourself.

For the next few hours, you spent your time stuffing your face and introducing Matt to the rest of your family. It was safe to say they liked him already. And you could see every ounce of nervousness leave his body.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, you made your way back outside. From across the yard, you could see Matt and Julie. She was on her swing and Matt stood behind her, gently pushing her forward. The sight alone made your heart burst.

You walked back to the table, taking a seat beside your aunt. Your eyes were still glued onto Matt, smiling as you saw how he interacted with Julie. How he made sure he was gentle and the big, toothy grin he had on his face. The sound of Julie's precious giggles filled your ears, making you clutch onto your heart.

"You picked a good one." You turned your attention to your aunt, who nudged your shoulder. "I've never seen her be so comfortable with someone so quick before."

"I know." The two of you sat side by side, watching as Matt played with Julie.

As the night came to an end, the sun started to set, making the air around you get chilly. After telling all of your aunts and uncles goodbye, you made your way over to Matt. He was still playing with Julie, only they had moved to her little table in the grass.

As you got closer, you saw Julie asleep on Matt's lap, her head resting on his chest. A little bit of drool shined from the corner of her mouth making you laugh to yourself. But the way Matt held onto her made butterflies erupt in your stomach. It's almost like he was made for this. Just seeing how good he was with kids made your heart stop.

"You ready to go?"

He placed his finger to his lips, making a shushing sound. "We gotta put to her bed first," he whispered. He carefully stood up, making sure not to wake her. His hand found the back of her head, holding her against his chest. You led him up into her room, tucking her in for bed.

When the two of you were back in the car, you couldn't help but sigh to yourself. It was such a good day for both of you. "What?"

You turned to look at him. "They loved you, Matt. They really did." You grabbed onto his hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. "Seeing you with Julie really made me happy. You don't understand how cute you looked." He softly laughed, squeezing your fingers.

No one in the world could be better for you.

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head cannons based on the reader getting their belly button pierced

based on this request !

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MATT

- the minute you mentioned getting one he was immediately hooked on the idea 

- anytime you contemplated whether or not you should get it, he would make sure to steer you towards getting it

"you know how hot that would make you look, babe?"

- he wanted to be with you when you got it pierced

- as you were getting pierced, he held onto your hand the whole time

"you're doing great, babe."

- he was there for moral support the first time you changed it

- once it was healed, he bought all sorts of jewelry for it

- he just thinks it's the most attractive piercing a girl could have

- whenever you wear cropped shirts, guarantee his eyes are locked on the jewelry

- when summer came around, he found himself getting turned on by how it looked in a bikini

- he would grip onto your waist, careful not to bump the jewelry, and whisper horny things in your ear

"the things I would do if it was just us." 

- it's safe to say he loves your piercing and thinks it makes you look ten times hotter

CHRIS 

- he had no idea you wanted a belly button piercing

- so when you came home with it pierced, he was definitely surprised

"holy shit! when did you get that pierced?"

- he totally thinks it's hot

- any chance he gets, he makes sure to compliment it

"it looks so good, holy fuck."

- he often helps you clean it, especially when you're feeling lazy

- buys a fuck ton of jewelry so you can switch it up

- he wants you to match the jewelry to what he's wearing

"if i wear this shirt, will you wear the blue jewelry?"

- absolutely loves the way it looks in a bikini 

- he thinks it's the hottest thing ever and was so glad you decided to get it pierced

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