In which the reader gets to talk shit to Endeavour and nearly throws hands.
Also sorry I’ve been gone a while and I’ve been completely neglecting my asks but now, two months into my extended summer, I’ve finally reached the level of bored required to come back to this.
Warnings: Endeavour being an unreasonable adult and the reader being an unreasonable teenager
You wandered through the halls of the stadium, looking down each and every hallway. Shoto had to be somewhere, he wasn't with the class, he wasn't with All Might, he wasn't even in Recovery Girl's room. Hearing the distant sounds of yelling, you decide to investigate. As you got closer, the angry words became legible.
"-brat! You would've won if you'd just use your fire!" Your stomach dropped, you'd found more Todorokis then you'd bargained for. "You used it for that green kid, so why not against the other dude, you could’ve prevented that stupid tie!" You pressed your back against the wall and peaked around the corner. There stood Shoto, looking completely done with his old man, and Endeavour leaning towards him, getting right into his face. "I should replace you with that y/n kid! At least then he wouldn't be wasted potential!"
"Y/n would not listen to you, old man," Shoto said defiantly, Endeavour growled and seized Shoto's shoulders. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, you jump out from your hiding spot.
"Hey!" both of the Todorokis freeze and their heads snap towards you.
"What do you want, kid?" Endeavour growled, you started walking towards them.
"Let go of Shoto!" you stopped around two metres away from them and crossed your arms. "We have to go back to class,"
"He's my son, child, it's none of your business,"
"If this is how you treat him, this is definitely my business," you spit back, "I'm not naive, every hero has a unseen side, Endeavour," moving forwards you grab his wrist and pull one hand off of Shoto, though you got some resistance with the other, you narrow your eyes at him.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this," Shoto placed his free hand on your shoulder, "This is my problem and I don't want you involved,"
"Shoto, please," You look at him the pleading eyes and he suddenly looks uncertain, Endeavour's breathing grew heavier as Shoto slowly closes his eyes and nods. You grin, turning around to look back at Endeavour. He did not look happy.
"What is your relationship with my son, y/n?" his accusatory tone edged through every word, his flames seemingly growing angrier.
In a snap decision you decide to put him in his place, you'll get in trouble, but even just the personal satisfaction would be worth it. You threw up some flames near his face with your free hand, the shock reaction made the man loosen his grip on Shoto, who you quickly pulled back behind you as you put some distance between yourselves.
"Y/n, lets go, he's not worth the fight," Shoto spoke lowly, "No matter how powerful your natural flames are, he's outclassed us in many ways," Everything he said made perfect sense, but you didn't move. Shoto gently grabbed your bicep and slowly pulled at your arm. Finally, you give in, falling into step beside Shoto as his father slowly came to terms with the fact he'd just been thoroughly bamboozled.
You walked down the halls in silence for a minute, Shoto's hand still remained on your arm, slowly making his way down until he was barely touching your forearm. A small rush runs through you when he eventually, ever-so-slowly, gets to your hand and laces his fingers with yours, your palms flush against each other. Glancing up at Shoto, he's looking away slightly with the slightest redness to his cheeks.
"You know, you're always welcome in my home, Shoto," you say a small smile coming to your lips, he turns his head slightly towards you, gazing at you. "Come round tonight, get some time away from your old man, I'll, uh, cook for us," your offer comes out slightly rushed, though not any less sincere.
"I might just accept," Shoto's answer was brief, but made you smile wider all the same.
In which the reader and Bakugou fight in the Sports Festival, platonic with implied future romance.
Warnings: swearing, I haven’t written in months, violence
"C'mon y/n, breathe in..." you followed Kirishima's instructions "And out... There we go, keep going!" he smiles softly, "I know Bakugou can be scary, but I also know that you're a very competent hero! You won against Todoroki, and he's one of the most powerful in our class," he placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling softly.
"But he's just so aggressive, and Todoroki didn't use his fire side with me, I would have been decimated if he did!" you place your head on the table, running your hands aggressively through your hair.
The door slammed open, making you flinch aggressively, turning around you see Deku in a panic.
"Y/n! You're up, now!" you felt the adrenaline rush through you like a cruel avalanche of fear. Kirishima stood, grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up, dragging you out the door. As you approached the light of the arena, Kirishima yells:
"I believe in you y/n!" in a second he and Deku had split off to the stands. You burst out into the sunlight of the arena, eyes adjusting quickly you saw Bakugou at the other end, even from the other side of the arena you could see him physically shaking with rage.
"Just in time!" Present Mic announced, "Y/n l/n, quirk: white-hot flames!" the pro-hero introduced, you couldn't look away from Bakugou, he looked way too eager. Enthusiasm is good, but his pure drive for the top and nothing else bordered on an obsession, in a way you found it both annoying and endearing. "Get ready!" Mic's words made you sake your head, moving into a basic fighting stance, you couldn't get distracted. Taking a deep breath you stared him down, preparing yourself for the noise of his quirk. "GO!"
As soon as the command registered, you ran, sprinting forward directly at the blond. He held up his palm to direct a blast straight to your face. Time felt like it slowed as you ducked down and slid underneath him, rolled and stood back up in one smooth movement. Flames wrapped around your arms as your blinding white flames completely smothered Bakugou, darting forwards you grip the hard muscle of his arm and used his momentum to throw him over your shoulders towards the edge of the arena. Though he went pretty far it didn't take long for him to recover, immediately launching himself back at you.
With a terrifying rush you realise that the only way this was going to end was with one of you unconscious on their way to Recovery Girl, and it seemed that most of the spectators realised this too.
In a moment of teenage rebellion, you made up your mind to make sure you do exactly the opposite.
You're quick to sidestep Bakugou's charge, acting on instinct and landing a hard roundhouse to his jaw. He grabbed your foot on the way down and, with an explosive charge, launched you across the arena.
A shock of pain spiked through your shoulder and your vision danced. You were faced away from the blond and the white outline of the arena. With a stifled groan you pushed yourself up, getting to your feet quickly and putting as much space as possible between yourself and the border. Bakugou's angry yelling got too close and you finally turned up the heat, throwing forwards a full power wall of flames.
To you the rest is a blur of fire, deafening explosions and fighting. By the five minute mark you were both screaming bloody murder at each other, yours mainly brought on by your impending heat limit and growing frustration at Bakugou's stubborn resistance.
Finally, finally, you both gave in, heat stroke had taken over and Bakugou's pain threshold was finally reached. All at once, you both collapsed.
Your head hammered, your stomach churned, you felt like complete dogshit. You were still in recovery girl's room with Bakugou still asleep in the cot next to you, his burns were healed, with only a small, minor scar on his chest. He looked so peaceful asleep, he wasn't yelling at people or scowling. It wasn't rare for Bakugou to look good, and it must've been the heatstroke clouding your thoughts, but you found yourself staring at him on multiple occasions. Recovery Girl had assured you multiple times that he won't be out for more then a few hours, it didn't completely remove your worries but it helped a bit.
"Hey, watcha' starin at, Crispy?" You jolted when Bakugou talked sharply, then imminently burst out laughing.
"Crispy? Crispy? That's the best you could come up with?" you snorted "Mate, you're the one that should be called Crispy!"
"Shut the hell up! You set the whole arena on fire!" he sat up way too quickly and grunted, placing a hand over his burn scar. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
"Dude it ain't that bad," you smirk at the blond, about to add another comment when All Might suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Boys! That was a brilliant battle!" he started, "I'd hate to rush but I must bring you back to the arena, just in time for the ending ceremony!"
"Wait! Who won?!" you and Bakugou synchronise perfectly, earning a hearty laugh from All Might.
"Both of you, of course!" Recovery Girl helped the two of you out of the cots, you followed All Might back to the arena. "You both fell at the same time, it was impossible to tell!"
You and Bakugou looked at each other, sharing a look of complete disbelief. Though Bakugou looked a lot more shaken, maybe the revelation that someone was literally his equal had shattered his world view. He was quiet until the arena.
The crowd was roaring, calling out at All Might and cheering.
During the ceremony where All Might was presenting 3rd and 2nd with their prizes, Bakugou subtle leaned over to you and talked quietly.
"I enjoyed our fight y/n," he said.
"So did I, we'd make good training partners," you commented, his eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly.
"Oh yeah, Crispy?" you nodded and he grinned, "Then you have no choice now, we're partners,"
It’s 2:20am, I have no excuses, I want to die, but it was nice to actually start writing again though I have no idea why the reader character is such a mess in this so I guess I’m self-projecting.
Warnings: bad writing, swearing, awkward shite and bad flirting.
The stream had hit a bit of a rough patch, Matt was stuck in an area and neither of you knew what to do to progress. Being the good sidekick you are you took to chat to help while Jason actually googled what to do, but your efforts, while futile, became a new source of entertainment. The video had become like a Q&A, you weren’t complaining, it was fun, getting a few answers from Matt but mainly from yourself and a few discussions were had.
“smol_bean_ben asks: who’s your favourite theorist with like fifty smirk emojis,” you chuckled, “Austin, obviously,” as Matt gave you a look, one eyebrow raised and looking expectant, you grinned, the expression sent heat to your cheeks. “Awww, jealous much?” Matt, slightly flustered, focused back on the game.
“Shuddup...”
“Heh. Okay! Errr... piozzza asks: “What’s your ideal partner?” you couldn’t help but glance at Matt after reading the question, then severely hoping that neither him or the stream noticed. “Uhh... Good question...” Leaning back on the couch you pretended to think for a bit, then sat back up and started talking again. “He’d probably have to be smart, I wanna be able to have a stimulating conversation,” you saw Matt’s head nod, hopefully in agreement, “I don’t really know, leather jackets are kinda my thing, geeky and into games,” you knew you were starting to blush so you decided to stop, shrugging in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Jason started talking just seconds after you’d finished, instructing Matt on how to progress. You dared a peek at chat.
Did anyone else notice that he basically described MatPat?
Sooooooo ur ideal partner is Mat
I smell a ship
matpat x y/n, the new sensation in the shipping community
Your cheeks were burning at this point as you kept reading the ever flowing chat.
“Y/n, you okay?” Matt’s voice made you jump, hiding it as best you could, you grinned at him.
“The chat’s shipping us,” you laughed, Matt seemed to pause for a minute, running a hand through his hair.
“Oh yeah? Is it because when you were describing the ideal man you were basically writing Matt a love letter?” Jason laughed, you stuttered inarticulately a few times before laughing awkwardly, hiding behind your arm for the first time in a good few years and flopping backwards onto the couch.
“Fuck off, Jason...” you muttered jokingly, realising that you could’ve pretended to shrug it off but instead you’re a flustered mess slowly curling up on the couch under Matt’s gaze. The chat was still going wild, a small glance showed that they were freaking out about your childish fluster. “Apparently I’m looking adorable right now, this is cyberbullying,”
Matt chuckled “I mean they’re not wrong,” the statement alone was enough to shock you out of your cocoon of arms and stare, mouth agape and just thinking holy shit what the fuck is happening. “Yeah, they’re definitely not wrong,” the pure look of adoration in his eyes made your heart hammer in your ears, you knew you were a flustered mess and knew if anything else were to escalate you were going to go into some form of shock. Jason was laughing his ass off, having to muffle himself with his hands. You held eye contact with Matt, trying to calm yourself in the most inefficient way possible, he looked as if he wanted to do something, but he shook his head and grinned, leaning forward slightly and dropping his voice to a whisper. “Did you want to go calm down?” you nodded, unravelling yourself and walking out of the room.
The kitchen seemed alien to you at this moment, the sink unknown technology, the water you drank a calming elixir and the cool breeze coming through the window heaven to your heated face. You’ve never quite been that flustered before, it was unpleasant, but in a weird way you felt as if you would go through it again just because it was Matt.
I mean they’re not wrong. Yeah, they’re defiantly not wrong.
“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, he openly called you adorable, and the look in his eye said it was genuine.
You don’t know how long you stayed there, leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking water and slowly calming down. But the one thing you did know is that you sure as hell weren't going back in any time soon, for now you just enjoyed the strange serenity that the kitchen provided. You breathed.
“Hey, y/n, you okay?” Matt’s voice made you jump, quickly placing your cup down before you dropped it. Looking up at Matt, he looked apologetic, almost guilty. “Sorry about earlier, I-I went too far and made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have assumed you were actually talking about me, I mean, Jason was only making a joke and-”
“Holy shit Matt, I was talking about you,” the words came out in the same fashion as Matt’s word salad. “I can’t even spell subtlety let alone be subtle,” you laugh despite yourself, you’ve calmed down enough and were so amused by Matt’s apology that consequences were laughable at this moment.
“Wait, really?” the tone of hope in his voice made your heart flutter, and you nodded. “Wow, uh, that’s amazing, I, um...” he cleared his throat, “Yeah, you’re pretty perfect to me too,” he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away and a rosy colour tinting his cheeks.
“Holy...” you whispered, unable to process exactly what he just said, stuttering incoherently a few times seemed to kick Matt out of his small fluster.
“Hey, umm, y/n?” you look up at him again, “Can I kiss you?”
This time you didn’t need to hear it twice, the only answer you gave was stepping forward and softly, slowly kissing him, cupping his cheek. Matt was shocked, obviously, just was quick to respond, kissing back with a want that could not be replicated. You felt him pull closer to you, hands roaming your back before settling, it felt so natural to you that it was almost overwhelming.
As you slowly pulled back, you kept your eyes closed for a little before looking him directly in the eye, a stupid little grin spreading across your face.
Lol it’s like 3am and I’ve got an alarm for 0530 and I’ve given up on sleep.
Enjoy some cute shit fellas sorry it’s a bit short
*btw I feel like I should clarify that I’m not against his relationship with Amy, I’m not that much of a degenerate
Warnings:
You loved waking up like this, peacefully, with the sun filtering through the curtains and only the distant sounds of daily life could be heard. The natural sleepiness and keeping your eyes closed for just a little while longer, wrapped up in the soft blankets.
But most importantly you loved waking up beside Mark, when you finally open your eyes in the morning more often than not he’s already wake. His hair ruffed up from sleep, gaze soft and smile lazy, the sight never fails to make you smile. So intensely grateful to be able to see this sight. Mark would pull you in, wrapping his arms around you and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You would bury your head in the crook of his neck, trying to bring yourself as close as possible, you feel so safe like this, in his arms, the warmth from his body radiating through you.
These mornings, where there’s no immediate pressure to get up and be productive are few and far between, but, when the opportunity arises, it makes all the work worth it. Just to be able to lie about and cuddle the man you the man you love in such a peaceful setting, you wouldn’t give up these moments for the world, and neither would Mark.
You would stay wrapped up like this for hours, enjoying each other’s warmth and presence. One of your stomachs would rumble loudly, making you giggle, before patting his back and sitting up, not bothering to get changed while heading to the kitchen to make something for breakfast.
I’m gonna experiment with this one and do something really drawn out and fluffy because I’m too gay for anything else. Sorry it’s a bit short rip
Warnings: Bad gay writing
You never used to like waking up, while in uni you hated it with a fiery passion aggressive enough to set fire to everything within a ten mile radius. It reminded you that you still had shit to go through and early morning classes and the alarm go more and more annoying with every passing second. Uni was fun, but it got tedious sometimes, and sleeping was undoubtly the best part.
But now, there’s no more computerised alarm, no more classes, just the fluffy covers and your lover by your side.
Your new alarm was Dan lightly kissing your forehead as soon as he was conscious enough, you’d stir with a little groan, you loved sleep may too much. His quiet chuckle and breaths would tickle your cheek and ear and neck as you snuggled into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled again, pushing your fringe away from your eyes before kissing your forehead again and lightly making his way down until he pecked your lips. You couldn’t help but smile before pulling him back in for another, it was slow, rather innocent and sleepy, hands moving on their own to rest on their face and shoulder. Opening your eyes you were greeted with his relaxed smile and the sunlight danced in his eyes, you lent forwards so your foreheads touched.
“What’ve you got going on today?” Dan said, you repressed a recoil at his morning breath.
“Forcing you to brush your teeth is first on my agenda,” you chuckled, Dan pouted and you kissed him. “I’m going with a co-worker to do some marking, remember?” Dan nodded, “You?”
“I should probably work on some lyrics...”
“Fuckin’ take it easy, you’ve worked your ass off for, uhh, a month now?” you poked him absentmindedly, “Use a bath bomb, take a hike or something,” you chuckle lightly “Pretend to be a typical a white girl for a day, I don’t know,” Dan giggled at the preposition.
Sorry sorry sorry sorry I've had exams and friends being high maintenance and writers block help. I’m slowly making my way through requests sorry rip
Warnings: Some cases of swearing
You laughed raucously as Matt’s character died, grip slackening on your controller and rocked backwards, debilitated by your own laughter as Matt repeatedly killed your inanimate character while you wheezed.
“See, see! I’m good at this game!” he yelled, giving you a shit eating grin.
“You ass, you’re cheating!” you barged him, regaining control and very quickly beat him again. “You’re so shit at this game,”
“Shut... Up,” his feeble attempts of rising above your superiority make you laugh harder.
“Fuckin’ make me!” you knew you’d probably get scolded for swearing on stream again but you were in a childish mood, amplified by you destroying him again. “Theory idea: Is Matt actually good at games?” You heard Jason laughing.
“Shuddup y/n!” Matt said playfully, barging you while spamming the attack button.
“Did I stutter? I said make me, Matt,” you grinned, not thinking too hard about the fact that he’d been slowly whittling down your health. You were ready to destroy him when suddenly he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in, lips clashing roughly as the distinct sound of your character dying registered. Completely forgetting the game you kissed back, if only for a second before Matt pulled away with a smug grin. Realising what just happened, where and when you were and becoming acutely aware of the camera and controller in your hand and the chat going wild just over Matt’s shoulder. Not quite knowing how to process the embarrassment like a functioning adult you quickly stand up and run out of the room. You heard Matt calling behind you and Jason absolutely pissing himself laughing.
Heat flushed into your cheeks as you walked into the bathroom and splashed water on your face, you looked into the mirror and flinched at just how red your face was. You started scolding yourself before thinking rationally, running out on stream after a mere kiss? Jesus y/n what are you, twelve?
Taking a deep breath you splash your face again and was about to leave when someone knocked on the door.
“Hey, y/n? You in there?” Matt, his voice muffled by the door, called out. The door handle moved and the door was pushed open, what a sight he must’ve seen, you looking like you were contemplating your existence while splashing your face and staring into your own reflection. “Y/n are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m chill, just... a bit surprised,” nervous laughter escaped your lips as you turned around and leaned on the sink. “I don’t deal with embarrassment well, heh heh,” hearing Matt laugh quietly, you look up, he was fully in the bathroom now and walking towards you.
“If it’s any consolation, you were very cute,” his smile was genuine, eyes kind and posture relaxed. You blushed again.
“Shut up...”
“Make me,” You look up in shock, Matt wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, his grin reaching his ears.
He probably didn’t expect you to step forward and roughly drag him in for another kiss, the little squeak of surprise being a reward in itself. You slowly pulled back, holding eye contact and chuckling at his slightly shocked expression.
procrastinated revising for my exams by writing an entire fucking fanfic and i haven’t slept at all its like half five and I’m doing Bodium Car Show until like seven in the evening fuck me help
Wooooooo, it’s currently half 1 in the morning and I’m trying to keep myself up and I got really inspired so rip me! Hope you enjoy anon! I loved writing this and might just do a follow up.
Also which format do you guys prefer the 3rd person (y/n smiled shyly) or 2nd person (you smiled shyly)?
Warnings: Mild swearing, bad nightmare writing
“And remember, that’s just a stream! A LIVE stream!” Matt half-yelled the outro, voice rough after streaming for god knows how long.
“And don’t do experiments with the human consciousness!” You laughed, your own tiredness getting to you and making you slightly delirious. As Jason ended the stream you slumped backwards, groaning.
“I didn’t realised how long that would last otherwise I would’ve done two streams,” Matt said, you opened your eyes and looked at him.
“I’m all booked up for the next, uhh,” you check your non-existent watch, “three weeks,” Matt chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck me, I’m tired,”
“You can stay here if you want, you’re in no state to drive for an hour,” Matt stood from the couch, grabbing your jacket sleeve and pulling you along, you stumble initially before you let yourself be dragged to a door. “Here’s the spare bedroom, night y/n,”
“Night Matt,” you mumble as you close the door, having just enough sense to take off your jeans before flopping onto the bed, falling asleep in mere minutes.
...
It’s dark, you can’t see three foot in front of you. The air clings to your skin, filling your lungs and suffocating you. Distant ticking echoes through the slime. You can’t move, not matter what you do, you can’t move, can’t yell, can’t scream.
Sweat trickles down your temple, your back, your neck.
You’re trapped like a rat, vulnerable like a baby deer.
Pressure pushes you forwards, falling slowly to lie face-down in the darkness. It pushes on your head, back, legs, arms.
You try and scream but nothing comes out, you try and move but your body is frozen, you try and free yourself but it won’t work.
The pressure becomes unbearable.
You try and scream again, the tiniest squeak comes out.
“Y/n!”
You struggle.
It does nothing.
“Y/N!”
...
You woke with a gasp, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of your room. Matt was lightly shaking you, looking more concerned that you’d ever seen him before.
“Y/n! Oh thank God...” he breathed, slouching down, “I was just falling asleep when I heard you scream and you wouldn’t wake up,” your heart was still hammering in your ears and every inch of your body was drenched in sweat.
“M-Matt,” your voice was hoarse, throat dry, “I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s okay y/n,” Matt said softly, giving you a small smile, “Wanna’ talk about it?” you only shook your head in reply. “Will you be okay?” you stayed quiet, not exactly knowing how to answer, you wanted him to stay, but how could you word that without something creepy? “Do you want me to stay?”
“Please...” Matt nodded, walking around and lying down next to you. Saying nothing as he poked you and opened his arms. You tried not to think too hard about the situation as you let him wrap his arms around you and slowly rub circles into your back. His breathing, the rhythm of it, comforted you, and you let yourself drift back to sleep.
I’m actually loving this request rn because cuddles are GREAT
The reader is like 21 and in uni…
(Edit: the layout of the last one was annoying me so I’ve changed it to this, there will be new ones soon)
Warnings: Mild swearing
You pull up into the driveway, the steep incline infuriating you more than it probably should of. Getting out the car you quickly enter the house, looking forward to not having equations crammed down your throat for at least ten minutes. You could hear Jordan recording something in his office, by listening you figured it was probably a reddit video. Just listening to the faint sounds of commentary calmed you down slightly, even giggling slightly when a silence was followed by a high-pitched ‘whaat?’. While attempting to hide from reality by lying down and burying your face in a couch cushion, your textbook jabs you in the side.
“Fuckssake,” you mumble, taking off your bag, dropping it on the floor, and re-positioning yourself into the corpse position, face-down on the couch. Noise slowly started to escape from your throat, starting as a low rumble until you were just about yelling into the cushion.
“Hey, y/n, you okay there?” Jordan’s voice startled you more than you’d like to admit. “You’ve been groaning against the pillow for a good minute now.”
“I have been staring at brackets and equations for hours, I, as a certified uni student, are legally obliged to scream at least fifteen times a day,” you said, voice muffled by the cushion.
“Ah, bad day, huh,” Jordan walked over and knelt down, “How about we watch a movie? Sloppy romantic comedy so you don’t have to think about it?” you looked up from your pillow and nodded, staring at him, his features, and realising just how tired you were. You sat up and stretched, giving Jordan just enough time to sit down before flopping back down, head landing on the armrest, practically sitting on his lap. You felt him play with your hair as he put the movie on and hummed happily. Once the movie started, he put the remote down and his hand wrapped round you, you snuggled closer, relaxing against him and sighing happily.
(Revisiting Mark’s old prop hunt vids rn and laughing my ass off)
(This also could be gender neutral reader)
Mark: Probably his lucky flannel, you first wore it because you couldn’t find anything to wear over a t-shirt. Mark was pleasantly surprised and got his own back by stealing your jackets.
Jack: Beanies, without question, you usually steal his over just wearing your own. It started before you were even dating and it turned cold and he lent you one (you still have it).
Matpat: It’s either when you jokingly wear his jacket to do an impression or a really low-quality “mentally dating Matpat” t-shirt that you’ve had for ages. Though when you eventually bought yourself a leather jacket and wore it he practically melted.
Jordan (captainsparklez): Black shirt green shorts Baggy clothes, when you’re drowning in an oversized hoodie and look most comfortable. Unless it’s hot, which it usually is, then he gets concerned if you’re ill. Loose tank tops also count.
Is it weird that I’m kinda scared to put accurate tags on this even though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have tumblr? Anywayy... I apologise if it’s a bit short I’m fighting through writers block atm
Warnings: Shit writing
Y/n looked over his laptop at the closet, hearing Matt recording the audio for a theory, he’d been working on the script through the night, many nights, in fact. He hadn’t eaten much either, not anything good or filling anyway. Sighing, y/n decided to talk to him about it later and carried on with his writing.
Eventually, the closet door slid open and Matt crawled out, having to use the edge of the bed to pull himself to his feet. He stretched like a cat as y/n stood up, quickly grabbing the laptop and lifting it above his head.
“No work until you get a full night’s sleep,” Matt looked up at the laptop drearily and attempted to reach for the device, but gave up halfway and his arm flopped on y/n’s shoulder. “You’ve been workin too hard, Matt,”
“I’m stockpiling videos,” he replied, stepping closer and leaning against you, like a child who missed nap time. “So we...”
“C’mon, Matt, you’ve recorded, what, five theories?” y/n said quietly, “Come sleep,” Matt didn’t argue any further and flopped face-down onto the covers. Y/n shut the laptops and got under the covers. He turned over and Matt snuggled into his chest, he smiled and closed his own eyes.
