#dressingroom

The crowd, consisting of an odd mixture of teenage girls and middle-aged women, cheered as Matthew burst out in laughter. Yet Colbert, somehow, seemed to be the happiest one of them all. It wasn’t every day that something like this was admitted on a late-night show. “Matthew!” Colbert cheered, “There is no one quite like you,”

"I aspire to be the only one like me,” Matthew chuckled, a wide smile on his lips. Just as he was about to make an effort to change the subject, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Sorry,” he apologised, checking his phone quickly before placing it back in his pocket.

No matter how hard he’d tried, he just wasn’t able to contain the wide grin on his lips. He chuckled a little, licking his lips before taking a quick glance into the camera, “Oh no, you’re gonna have to show me that,” Colbert pushed.

Matthew found his hand making it's way back inside his pocket, grabbing his phone and pulling it out of his pocket. “Matt, stop, you’re the cutest,” Colbert read, a knowing nod to the camera as the crowd cheered once more.

Somehow, Colbert was forced to move on from the golden moment. But Matthew couldn’t seem to focus on the questions surrounding the movie, knowing Y/n was watching him as he spoke. It made him feel the best kind of nervous.

A small movie teaser was played on the screen, most likely hand-picked by the producers during these past few minutes. The teaser showed Matthew and Y/n, her arms draped around his neck, the two sharing a few jokes as they slowly inch closer. Matthews mind travelled back to the day they shot that scene. The way he’d been so nervous to be so close to her, but how right it had felt in the moment. “There was no kiss!” Matthew announced, much to the crowd's disappointment.

“Not even a smooch?” Colbert tried, probably listening to the producers telling him to find out more, most likely screaming at him through his earpiece.

“Sorry, uh, no. I never got to smooch with her, just wasn't in the script,” Matthew explained, laughing a little.

Colbert announced the end of the show, thanking Matthew before they both exited the stage. It was safe to say that Matthew hurried to the dressing room, hoping that Y/n would still be there.

As the door was thrown open, Matthew was happy to see he’d been right. There she was, sitting perfectly on the dark blue couch, the TV turned off in front of her as she smiled at him. There was something different in her eyes, something Matthew had only seen a couple of times.

Y/n giggled a little as she stood up, cheekily making her way towards him as he closed the door behind him. She didn’t stop until she was standing close, similar to the way they’d done in the movie. "So you like-”

His words got caught in his throat as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek, standing on the tips of her toes. He looked down at her for a second, maybe longer, he wasn’t quite sure. There was just something about her that made the time standstill.

Neither of them said anything as they stood there, a small smile on Y/n’s face as she stood in front of him, waiting for his next move. She wasn’t particularly surprised when he pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands gripping her waist.

The kiss was short, a sort of innocence surrounding it all. It didn’t matter that Matthew’s thoughts were everything but innocent, because Y/n was no different. “I guess I did get to kiss you after all,” He chuckled.

“Yeah, you sure did,”

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