#grumpy loser tour manager has been all I’ve been able to think about

[thecoyotescry]

Hello, it’s me again. You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about recently, gang?

So we all know how Matt is a sober sister, right? Well, I’ve been thinking about calling him to come pick you up after going out for the night with your friends. He would never judge you or try to keep you from going out just because he doesn’t drink, he’s not that type of guy. But he would be so adamant that you call him when you’re ready to leave the bar/club because “there’s no way in hell I’m letting you call an Uber when I am perfectly capable of getting you home safely.” The casual dominance of this guy??? Folded like a lawn chair!!!

And when he gets there to pick you up? He’s holding back his laughter because of how cute and endearing you are, especially if you’re a cuddly and/or giggly and silly drunk. He’d listen to you ramble on, tipsy and telling him all about what you and your friends got up to. And when you’re finally back home and ready for bed, he’d be sure to put an extra glass of water and some pain meds on the bedside table before getting cozy on his side next to you.

(AHHHHH!!!!! I need him I need him I need HIM!!!!!)