YOU + MATT — 14 DAYS OF OBSESSIVE SOFT LOVE
(2nd-person POV, domestic, romantic, cuddly, four intimate shower scenes)
The second you and Matt step off the plane, he laces your fingers with his like it’s muscle memory.
He keeps bumping into you on purpose, exhausted and clingy in the cutest way.
In the hotel elevator, he leans his forehead against yours.
“Can we nap together? Like… immediately?”
The moment you get inside the room, he drops his bag and pulls you straight into his arms, burying his face in your neck like he finally feels safe.
You two fall asleep tangled exactly like that.
You wake up on Matt’s chest — his arm around your waist, his breath warm on your hair.
“Stay with me a little longer,” he whispers, voice deep and ruined from sleep.
When you finally get up, he follows you around the room like a puppy.
You wander the city, eat from food trucks, window shop, take pictures.
At some point, Matt buys you a tiny keychain and immediately clips it to your bag himself.
“So you’ll think of me every time you see it,” he says softly.
You spend hours on the sand — talking, laughing, letting the waves get your feet wet.
Matt lies on his back and opens his arms.
You lay your head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your shoulder.
At sunset, he takes a Polaroid of you looking at the ocean.
“You’re beautiful,” he says like he doesn’t even mean to say it out loud.
It’s raining when you get back to the hotel.
Matt pushes hair away from your face and whispers, “Let’s shower before you get sick.”
You step inside first, warm water hitting your skin.
When he steps in behind you, the steam wraps around you both.
Matt doesn’t touch you at first.
He just stands there, watching the water roll down your shoulders.
Then, slowly, he reaches for the shampoo.
“Turn around,” he murmurs.
He starts washing your hair — his fingers slow, gentle, almost reverent.
“God… you’re so pretty,” he whispers, voice barely there.
When he rinses your hair, his hands linger on your shoulders.
You feel his breath on your neck.
Every nerve in your body lights up.
He presses the softest kiss under your ear.
You rest your forehead against his chest, letting the moment stay warm and intimate.
And he holds you under the water like you’re something precious.
You guys stay in bed, ordering waffles and fruit.
Matt feeds you bites he “accidentally” steals half of.
Later he lays on your lap while you play with his hair.
He falls asleep like that.
You’ve been out all day, sweaty from walking in the sun.
Matt stretches his arms above his head.
“I wanna shower but… only if you come with me.”
You laugh. “You’re clingy.”
“I am,” he admits proudly.
Inside the shower, he stands behind you, water cascading down both of your backs.
His hands slide to your waist — slow, gentle, warm.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, lips brushing your skin every few seconds like he can’t help himself.
“You smell good,” he whispers.
When you rinse your hair, he holds it out of your face.
When he rinses his, you guide the water for him.
But every second feels like your lungs forgot how to work.
Before you step out, he cups your jaw, leans in, and kisses you like he’s been craving it all day.
You two spend the whole day in comfy clothes, watching movies, cuddling, feeding each other snacks.
You put a blanket over his shoulders.
He lights a candle “because it smells like you.”
Everything feels like home.
You walk the coastline at golden hour.
Matt keeps stopping to take photos of you.
“This one’s my favorite,” he says, showing you a picture of you laughing at something he said.
You kiss his cheek, and his smile goes soft and melty.
Matt stands behind you as the water pours over both of you, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades.
He wraps his arms around your stomach from behind, pulling your back fully against his chest.
“You okay?” he whispers, kissing the back of your neck.
He smiles against your skin.
His hands glide up your arms, slow, featherlight.
He whispers your name like a promise.
Just closeness so deep it feels like gravity.
When you turn to face him, he brushes your wet hair from your cheeks and kisses you like you’re something holy.
You buy him a bracelet that he refuses to take off.
“You’re stuck with me now,” he jokes, linking his arm with yours.
You bring blankets to the rooftop.
Matt cuddles you from behind the whole time, his chin on your shoulder.
He kisses your temple every few minutes.
You fall asleep on him again.
He carries you downstairs, whispering,
as he lays you gently on the bed.
This is the one that hits the deepest.
Matt lifts your chin gently under the warm water.
“You’re the best part of my life.”
His thumbs stroke your cheeks.
You swear you forget how to breathe.
He brushes his nose against yours.
Hands cradling your face.
You hold his waist under the running water, pulling him closer — not out of desire, but out of needing him near.
Your bodies rest together under the steam, breathing each other in.
When you rest your head on his chest, he whispers into your hair:
“I never wanna shower alone again.”
He takes you out for pancakes.
You take pictures of each other.
You walk back holding hands.
In the room, Matt plays a soft song and holds out his hand.
You sway slowly, his arms around your waist, your forehead on his chest.
He’s looking at you like you hung the stars.
Matt’s quieter than usual.
He crawls into bed and pulls you onto his chest.
“Can you stay right here tonight?” You whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers back.
He holds you like he’s memorizing every part of you.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
“For letting me love you.”
You fall asleep with his arms around you, legs tangled, heart full.
He whispers one last thing before drifting off:
“I’ll follow you anywhere.”
A/n: i think you can tell I heavily fw these series PLUS the shower scene
