hi hii just a small note before you read this ♡ i tried to stay as close as possible to how each of them actually acts in canon, so their ways of loving arent all soft or perfect. some of them are messy, some are quiet, some are a lot… but that’s kinda what makes them interesting this is more about how they’d realistically be in a relationship rather than making everything super romanticized, so if some parts feel a little rough or subtle that’s intentional </3 also this was really fun to write i love them sm in their own ways, hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed making it !!
dating him feels like being stuck in a really comfortable loop you never wanna leave, like every night ends the same with you curled up beside him on the couch, his green hoodie warm and smelling like soda and laundry detergent
he’s ALWAYS got a drink in his hand and yeah it’s cola, and yeah he guards it like his life depends on it, but he’ll still tilt the can toward you like “here” without even looking, like it’s instinct
he does that thing where he laughs before the joke even lands just because it’s you saying it, like you could say the dumbest thing ever and he’s already smiling
sometimes he’ll do something stupid just to see your reaction, like dramatic fake injuries or risky nonsense, but the second you look even slightly worried he drops it and goes “okay okay i’m fine, promise”
he’s the type to absentmindedly play with your hand, tracing over your fingers while watching tv like he doesn’t even realize how intimate it is
you’ll fall asleep on him a lot and he NEVER moves, even if his arm goes numb, he just sits there and lets you sleep like that
he forgets important stuff sometimes which can hurt, but when he realizes it you can literally see the guilt hit him and he tries way harder after
when you’re upset he doesn’t talk much, he just stays close, nudges snacks toward you, maybe puts on something dumb to distract you, like his way of saying “i’m here”
he randomly gets soft out of nowhere, like calling your name quieter than usual or looking at you a little too long before looking away again
he’s not perfect, he’s messy and a little careless, but loving him feels easy, like something you don’t have to question
you’re half asleep on his couch, tv still playing some random show he insisted on watching, the room lit by nothing but the screen. your head’s tucked into his shoulder, his green hoodie bunched under your cheek. he doesn’t move. not even when the can in his hand is almost slipping.
“hey…” he mumbles, nudging you a little with his arm. when you hum, barely awake, he tilts the cola toward your lips. “last sip.”
you take it without opening your eyes. he smiles to himself, quiet, then leans his head lightly against yours again, letting the show keep playing even though he stopped paying attention a while ago
being with him feels like sitting in silence that somehow says everything, like he’s right next to you in his blue hoodie, arm barely touching yours, and that’s already enough
he acts like he doesn’t care about anything but he always notices YOU, like if you’re quieter than usual he’ll side eye you and go “you good?” in that flat tone that actually means a lot
his humor is dry and kinda mean, like he’ll tease you nonstop but the second someone else tries it he’s suddenly not laughing
he lets you mess with his hair sometimes, that spiky mess he jokingly calls steve, and he’ll pretend to be annoyed but he doesn’t stop you
he plays his bass around you like it’s nothing but you can tell he’s trying a little harder when you’re listening
late nights hit different with him, like dim lights, no talking, maybe him sitting on the floor while you’re on the bed, just existing in the same space
he’s the type to rest his hand on your knee or shoulder and just leave it there, not moving it, like a quiet “don’t go”
arguments can sting because he’s blunt and doesn’t sugarcoat anything, but he also doesn’t walk away, he just goes quiet and stays nearby
if you get REALLY upset he’ll get awkward, like he doesn’t know what to do, but he’ll sit with you longer than he sits with anyone else
if you ever ask him to stop drinking so much he’ll scoff but actually listen, just never admit you were right
he’s confusing, a little rough around the edges, but when he chooses you, you can feel it in everything he doesn’t say
it’s late, like really late, and the only sound in the room is the soft buzz of his amp. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, blue hoodie slightly slipping off one shoulder, fingers lazily plucking at his bass.
you’re behind him, messing with his hair, pushing the spikes around.
“you’re ruining it,” he says flatly, but he doesn’t move away
“it already looks ruined,” you mumble
he huffs, but there’s no bite to it. after a second, he leans back just slightly, enough for your shoulder to catch him. his playing slows, then stops completely
“…stay,” he mutters, quieter this time
dating him is loud, chaotic, and kind of like being in a romcom where he thinks he’s the main character at all times
he will 100 percent stare at his reflection mid conversation and then go “wait do i look good right now” and expect you to drop everything to answer
but then he’ll turn around and hype YOU up like crazy, like dramatic compliments, acting like you’re the most attractive person alive
he takes SO many pictures of you two, like your phone is full, his phone is full, he probably printed some out too
he loves showing you off, like introducing you to people and immediately talking about how great you are but somehow making it about him too
he’s clingy in a very obvious way, like wrapping his arms around you, leaning his whole weight on you, not understanding personal space
he says things that make zero sense sometimes but he’s so confident about it that you just… go with it
he gives the weirdest gifts, like something completely random but he’ll be like “it reminded me of you” and expect you to treasure it forever
he can be selfish, yeah, but if you actually get hurt or upset he panics a little and tries to fix it even if he has no idea how
he loves when you compliment him, like genuinely lives for it, but your opinion matters more to him than anyone else’s
he’s a lot, like genuinely a LOT, but he makes everything feel louder and brighter in a way that’s hard to ignore
“wait wait don’t move,” matt says, already holding his phone up, standing way too close
“no this lighting is perfect,” he cuts you off, pulling you in by the waist so your faces are basically pressed together. “okay smile. no wait, not like that— like this—”
you laugh, and he freezes for a second before snapping the picture anyway
he stares at it immediately after, eyes widening. “oh my god. we look amazing.”
he turns to you, grinning, then cups your face dramatically. “mostly me. but you too. obviously.”
you shove him, but he just laughs, pulling you back into another hug, already opening his camera again
being with him feels like standing too close to something dangerous and not stepping away, like you KNOW he’s intense but you stay anyway
he watches you a lot, like not in a soft way, more like he’s studying you, trying to figure you out, and once he does you’ve got his full attention
he doesn’t like other people getting too close to you, not even jokingly, like his mood shifts instantly if someone crosses a line
his version of affection is control and protection, like pulling you closer by your wrist, standing slightly in front of you, making it clear you’re with him
arguments are intense, voices raised, tension thick, but he never just leaves, he stays right there like he refuses to let it end unfinished
he respects you more if you stand your ground, like if you challenge him instead of backing down he actually looks at you differently after
he has rare quiet moments where he’s calmer, sitting close, not saying much, just existing beside you without that usual edge
he gives gifts without asking what you want, like he decides for you, but it’s always something he put thought into
he can be rough without meaning to, like grabbing too tight or speaking too sharply, but there are moments where he softens just enough for you to notice
when he cares, it’s not casual, it’s all or nothing, like you’re either everything to him or nothing at all
being with him isn’t easy, it’s intense and complicated, but it makes you feel like you matter in a way that’s hard to walk away from
you don’t even notice the guy at first. just some random person talking a little too close, a little too loud.
one second you’re mid sentence, the next there’s a hand around your wrist, firm, pulling you back a step. his grip isn’t painful, just… solid
“back off,” he says, voice low, eyes sharp
tord doesn’t let go immediately. his thumb presses slightly against your wrist before he finally loosens his grip, but he stays close, closer than before
“…you okay?” he asks, quieter now, not looking directly at you
when you nod, he exhales through his nose, then shifts just enough so he’s between you and everything else around you
like he plans to stay there
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