magazine cover
matt finds out about a magazine cover you did.
warnings: age gap (reader in early 20s, matt is 33), kinda mean matt but he gets sweeter at the end. too many pet names. (im sorry) reader is mentioned as being a little dumb/ditzy and sensitive, no use of y/n, possessive matt. barely proofread.
this is my first ever fic, so sorry if it’s kinda bad!! ;)
matt stepped out of the shower, steam curling around him as he wrapped a towel loosely around his hips. he ran his fingers through his wet hair in the mirror before walking out into the connecting bedroom. you laying on the shared bed, looking through some magazine like usual. matt went over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and some boxers. he threw them on their bed, right at your feet. making you instantly pop up to look at him.
"baby, look! it's me!" you exclaimed, a big smile on your face as you shoved the magazine into his face.
matt looked at the cover of the magazine, seeing his sweet little girl in the tiniest pink bikini. you were lying in the sand, lucious hair sitting perfectly, skin tan and glowing from the sun, a ditzy smile on your face. there was not a thought behind those eyes. you looked so dumb and innocent and fucking gorgeous. matt didn't know how to feel, especially since he didn't know that this happened. were you trying to hide stuff from him? it always lurked in the back of his mind. that he was too old, to boring for the young girl he's dating. that one day you’ll find someone younger, better, and leave him behind. it hurts him to think about it.
"posing for playboy now baby? you never told me that." matt grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your neck. "why'd you not tell me?" he asked, a little anxious.
"i did tell you." you replied, smiling up at him. "don't you remember? i told you and you were like, 'that's great sweetheart.' you imitated him poorly from a few days ago, when he was reading a book and just nodding to everything you were saying to him.
"that's not- cmon, i wasn't really listening. i thought you knew that." matt replied a little harsh, running a hand through his damp hair. "you should've told me again. i mean, posing for playboy without telling your boyfriend? that's real bold honey. real bold." he added on, getting more and more possessive the more he thinks about it.
"well i thought you were listening the first time, im sorry matt.. i really did think you knew.." you said, voice quiet.
"still. i always tell you where im going for the day? god. use your head for once." matt huffed, obviously frustrated. he always wants to know where his girl is, especially if she's having pictures taken of her with practically no clothes on.
"m' sorry matt.." you said again, shaky and quieter than before. you didn't know what else to do besides apologize.
matt looked back down at you, your proud smile long gone. you were fidgeting with your fingers, the way you always do when your nervous or fighting back tears. he sighed, his heart aching. he forgets his baby is sensitive, very sensitive.
"cmere sweet girl.." he said, wrapping his strong arms around you. you rested your head on his shoulder, and broke, crying against his shoulder, wishing you’d known better.
"i'm sorry.. i.. i should've just told you again. i didn't wanna make you mad.." you apologized again shakily, tears soaking matt's skin.
he held you tightly, one big hand cradling the back of your head. "i didn't mean it baby. i promise i didn't mean it.. it's not your fault. i'm not mad. i should've had just been listening to you." he kissed your temple, his hand soothingly rubbing your scalp. "don't cry, honey. i'm sorry.." he felt horrible. absolutely horrible.
"im sorry i didnt make sure you knew.. i promise i will next time.." you mumbled into his skin before lifting your head to look at him. tears streaked your cheeks, lips pouty and wet. you looked so pitiful, and it was all because of him.
he cupped your cheeks, thumbs wiping away a couple of stray tears before pecking your lips. "don't apologize. i'm sorry, sugar. i just wanna know about these things, okay? don't be sad.." matt pulled you close once again, strong arms tight around your frame.
you sniffled against his bare shoulder, hands clutching his biceps. “you looked so beautiful on it.” matt added, feeling a smile form on your face. he smiled too, looking down at you. “such a pretty girl. i love you.”
"i love you too." you said back softly, arms sliding up to wrap around matt's neck. “you can add it to your collection.” you grinned, lifting your head to look at him. matt kept all of the magazines you were in so he could look at them whenever he wanted. every single one.
“oh i will, baby.” he smirked at you. “it’s my new favorite.” he picked the magazine up from where it sat on the bed, looking at you on the cover again. how could he ever gotten mad about something like this?