#mb13 dribble drabbles

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1. or 15. from list C (hurt/comfort) with mat barzal ☺️

i did both. i hope you like it! – in honor of me moving all day today

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack, and just mat being a soft!bf

Moving has been one of the most tiring experiences of your life. You aren’t quite sure when you had accumulated so many clothes, or when the furniture got so heavy. But now you’re sitting in your new apartment, alone in the midst of the chaos of your belongings. This is supposed to be exciting. You wanted to be excited. But the stress of unpacking and organizing your new home outweighs any possible positive emotion. 

Your fingers shake as you type your boyfriend’s name, pulling him up his contact and calling him. The phone rings until his voicemail plays. His sweet voice plays on the other end, reminding you to leave a message and you burst into tears. You try again, air getting caught in your throat and your body beginning to shake.

“Hey y/n.”

“B-beau?” You stammer, confused by the voice on the line. 

“Yeah. Sorry Mat’s filming right now, saw you called twice so I figured it was important.” 

You nibble on your lower lip, “Oh. Uh…” You inhale deeply, “No uh. Just tell him to call me back when he can.”

“Are you alright?”

“Thanks Beau. Bye.”

You click the red button and lay your phone screen down on the floor. You curl up onto your side, eyes screwed shut as all your anxiety rushes out of you. You sob quietly, arms wrapping around yourself in an effort to ease your emotions. You try every tip your therapist has given you, but nothing seems to work. You cry harder, hands moving to cover your face. You were beyond overwhelmed, and suddenly you were unsure of every decision you’ve made to get to this point. You aren’t sure how long you laid there, or how long you were crying for. But when your tears were dried out, you move to lay on your back and try to regulate your breathing. 

The doorknob of your front door jiggles, and Mat walks in. His heart aches at the sight of you, looking so helpless. He slides onto the floor next to you, picking you up and resting your body between your legs. Instantaneously, your body melts into his touch. You bury your face into his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

“I came as soon as I heard. Beau said something was up.” He mumbles against the top of your head. “You okay bug?”

You shake your head, “I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know where to put myself. I don’t feel like I’m doing the right thing Maty.” 

His hand moves to your back, rubbing it softly. “Being overwhelmed is normal. But remember how excited you were to get this apartment? When you first looked at it. And when you first showed it to me?” He hums and looks at the empty space. He points towards the wall opposite you, “You said that you’d put the TV right here, with some potted plants that you insisted I buy for you.” 

You smile as he carries on, repeating all the plans you had for your new home and his own ideas as well. Soon, he has you giggling on the floor, your worries long forgotten. 

“Feelin’ better?” He asks, looking down at you. You nod, leaning up to kiss him sweetly.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You hum, pecking his lips. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you. Now c’mon, let’s start unpacking these boxes.

The two of you manage to unpack and put together your kitchen and bedroom, deciding that the living room would just have to wait til the next day. Your space was looking more and more like home, and you can’t help the warmth in your chest grow as you watch Mat move comfortable in the area. 

It’s nearly midnight when you flop onto the rug by your bed, absolutely beat and muscles sore. The long day behind you has finally caught up, and you are now feeling the effects of pushing and lifting boxes. Mat walks into your room, and amused smirk on your face as he looks down at you.

“You have a bed silly.” 

“I know I’m just… I’m so tired I can barely move.” You whine. He laughs, shaking his head and reaches down to help you onto your feet.

“Shower first, then bed.”

“Shower together?” You raise your brown, letting Mat lead you to the bathroom.

He looks over his shoulder, winking. “Yeah… you know save water or something like that.”

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

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