i need diner!matty cuddles so bad 😔😔😔
i’d imagine a scenario where you have had the most horrendous day at work, a day that had you almost quitting the diner job all together. another waitress would have called in and your boss, tony, would just immediately throw the work on you - assuming that you’d cover her shift when yours was over with. so now you were working even longer than you had planned for, slipping behind a cabinet in the kitchen to text matty and tell him that you would be coming over later than you originally planned.
and when you eventually make your way into matty’s house, he would have dinner already made for you, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he hums to himself while stirring the food in the pan on the stove - not even noticing your presence until you were hopping up on the counter next to the stove and saying “ooo i didn’t know you were cooking for me tonight.” and matty would smile, immediately placing a hand that was warm from the heat of the pan on your bare thigh and leaning in to kiss you, mumbling “i missed you.” on your lips before pulling away and saying “i thought that maybe you’d want a home cooked meal for once, probably tired of being in restaurants and all.” and you’d nod in agreement, accepting the wooden spoon covered in an unknown sauce that he was offering up to your mouth and humming in content at the flavor. “yummy.”
matty would ask about your day and you would huff before starting in on your rant. matty would chime in every now and then about how fucking ridiculous tony is, but for the most part he’d just listen to you and let you get it all out, pouting at you when your rant was finished and saying. “i’m sorry, baby. maybe you should start looking at other places, i hate seeing you like this.” and you’d sigh, saying how “i don’t know where else i would go.” and matty would smirk, teasing. “you could just stay home and be my little housewife.” and you’d roll your eyes to combat the butterflies at the thought of matty thinking about a future with you. you’d bring your knee out to push against his hip softly, teasing “you just want to see me in a maid outfit.” and matty would smile, raising an eyebrow. “oh, the things i would do to you in a maid costume.” and you’d make a mental note to order one later.
you and matty would eat dinner, talking and giggling about nonsense until your plates were clean. matty would draw you a bath to take while he cleans up his mess, slipping into the bath behind you when the task was done. matty would massage your shoulders and press a line of kisses along the back of your neck, you’d melt into him, feeling the worries of work fade away through the steam of the bath. the two of you would lay under the bubbles wrapped up in one another until your skin was all wrinkled up, getting out of the bath only to wrap up in each others arms in matty’s bed instead.
you’d be laying on matty’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart as one of his hands played with your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles onto your back, placing a kiss to the top of your head every now and then. your eyelids would grow heavy with each passing swipe of matty’s fingers against your scalp, eventually choosing to just allow them to close so you could focus on the way matty’s heart skipped a beat and his arms tightened around you.
after a few minutes, matty would assume that you had fallen asleep, growing confident under the idea that you wouldn’t hear him when he placed a soft his to your forehead and mumbled against the skin, “i love you.”