Starving Hearts
A FrankMatt Oneshot
Tags: Fluff, Inspired by true real life events, Omegaverse, Alpha!Frank, Omega!Matt, Bickering and cursing, My first public fanfiction, not beta read because I’m not afraid of death-
Triggers: Hopefully None :)
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Frank looks on in both awe and disgusted fascination as Matt shovels an entire omelet down his gullet in one forkful, ruby glasses drooping down his nose slightly as his jaw works tenaciously to break down his food.
“Taste good?” Frank says, tone portraying his amusement to the munching omega, lips quirked up in one corner. Matt nods enthusiastically, incapable of speaking, cheeks closely resembling that of a hungry chipmunk.
Letting out a pleased rumble Frank nudges his own plate across the table to the other man, a sense of pride swelling in his chest as he watches his mate enjoy the breakfast he’s cooked for him. Matt reaches for the offered plate but stops himself last minute, swallowing the last of his own meal finally with a large gulp.
“No, that one’s yours, Frank. You eat that.” Matt says with a frown, pulling his hand away and looking as though he can’t even believe Frank would have the audacity to do such a thing.
Truth is though, he very much can… They’ve gone through this song and dance ever since the very first time the alpha cooked for Matthew.
“I can make more. Eat.” Frank’s knuckles push the plate towards Matt again, the white saucer scooting forward several inches before coming into contact with the back of the omega’s hand. It’s instantly pushed back from whence it came.
“Frank, it’s okay. You have it.” Matt states firmly, only to sigh when the omelet is inevitably pushed back towards him. “Frank.”
“You want a fresh one? I can make you one, will only take a couple of minutes.” Frank’s already standing up to do exactly that when Matt exclaims an exasperated “Ugh, fine! But you better eat after this.”
Frank chuffs happily, taking Matt’s clean plate back over to the stove, his own food left completely untouched.
5-8 minutes later, Frank puts the new and steaming omelet in front of Matt along with a fork, pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he sets it on the table top.
It isn’t until Matt takes his first bite that Frank leaves his side to sit in his chair again, cutting up his own cold omelet with the side of his fork and eating it unbothered.
Two bites in and-
“You want something to drink, Red?”
“Frank, I swear to fucking God—“
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The inspiration for this came from the fact that my Dad is a marine, and after having served in Iraq and seeing all the starving people he can be really pushy when it comes to feeding me and my family… The man won’t even sit down at the table with us until all of our plates are filled and everybody who wants a drink has one. He also straight up refuses to take any food for himself until we have all gotten our own portions. This very scenario plays out EVERY DINNER AND BREAKFAST with my parents and it never fails to make me bite my lip and stifle a grin. I hope you enjoyed and please give me constructive criticism and feed back, this is the first time I’ve actually posted a fanfic…
