ɢᴇᴛᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴄᴀʀ ★ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 ; 477

imagine no. four !

'✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵'

𝘼/𝙉 ; ive been waiting to write some comfort fluff for a while so

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ; you accidentally cut your hands on broken glass, matty b takes care of you 😕

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ; blood, scars/cuts

"cause all the small things you do

are what remind me of why I fell for you"

❝𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰❞

accidentally letting the glass fall from your hands, you don't process what your doing. "shit," you mutter, bending down to the glass.

"y/n?" you hear matt call from his bedroom, "are you alright?" before you can respond, the sound of his footsteps echo throughout the apartment.

you gently pick up the shards of glass, not bothering to respond to your boyfriend.

when one of the shards nicks your hand in just the right way, you wince, dropping all the pieces on the floor again.

the sound of your breath drawing back causes matt to quickly walk around the counter. finding you kneeling over a pool of broken glass and blood slowly dripping from your palm.

"oh my god, what happened?" he mutters, kneeling down beside you to carefully take your hand in his.

"i'm fine," you mumble, tears dangerously pricking at your eyes.

you look over to the brunette, only to find him solemnly glancing at you. "you're about to cry, love," he lightly laughs.

the frown on your lips deepens as you look down at the glass again. matt gently squeezes your thigh, "i'm gonna go get something to clean you up, don't even try picking that up again." a small giggle escaped his throat, knowing that you would try and pick up the glass for a second time.

his small smile disappears when you don't laugh with him. "ill be right back."

when he comes back you move away from the glass, pressing your back against the island. matt sits down in front of you, crossing his legs.

gently taking your hand in his, he wipes away the blood with a washcloth.

"this'll sting," he says, picking up the rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball.

you nod, your hand slightly tensing up. and just like he said, it stung and you flinch.

"i'm sorry," he mutters, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the end of your hand.

looking up, you search his eyes, as he searches yours. he gives you a reassuring smile, and you smile back, "i'm okay." you say.

he begins to wrap a bandage around your hand. "hey, maybe you'll get a bad ass scar like in stranger things and fear street. tell people you cut your hand to save the world," he smiles.

at that, you laugh. the smile reappearing on his lips.

once he wraps your hand up, he pulls your palm up to press a gentle kiss on your future scar.

"hey, i think I have a scar on my lips too," you say with a soft smile.

he rolls his eyes amusedly before leaning in to gently kiss your lips.