Tomatt - ♡ Beautiful Boy ♡

6/10

hey dudes ! back w/ yet another chapter of this god-forbid hellride of a fanfiction. but you guys are enjoying it, so i guess that's all that matters.
anyway !
TW: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of abusive relationships
mostly good feels, though.
hope you enjoy !

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"You think so?" Matt had his arms wrapped around Tom's waist. He loosened his grip as Tom rolled over to face him, then readjusted his arms and pulled Tom closer to him. Tom nodded into Matt's chest. "I think so.." His voice came out groggy and slow. "We can talk about it tomorrow, for now, we sleep." Matt pecked Tom on the forehead before snuggling further into him. Tom just smiled and wrapped his arms around the ginger

Matt sat up in the bed and checked the time. It was 7:32 in the morning. He looked down at Tom beside him. The brunette looked peaceful. Not sad, or anxiety-riddled. No memories from a bad time plagued him last night. His eyebrows weren't curled or furrowed; they gently sat on his head, above his softly closed eyes. Matt sat there for a good 6-7 minutes, just admiring the man that he loved oh-so-dearly. He gently ran his hand down the barista's face, while he bit the inner side of his cheek. Matt pulled his hand back and shook his head. "God, I love you.. I love you so much." Matt ran a hand trough the other's brown hair and quietly scooted off the bed, trotting off to the bathroom. Tom smiled. He had woken up the same time Matt did, he just kept his eyes closed. He wanted Matt to just go back to sleep, but what just happened was much better. He slowly sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair. He needed a shower. Tom swung his legs off the side of his bed and slowly stood up, his legs feeling wobbly with a sense of sleep. He pulled up the loose sweatpants on his hips and looked in his full-body mirror.

He expected himself to flinch away, or get the urge to hit the mirror, clearing his image. But, he didn't. He turned to get a side view of himself, and kept rotating his body in awkward angles, looking more and more intently at himself. He lifted his shirt to look at his stomach. It didn't make him sick anymore. He didn't want to rip his body to shreds. He took his shirt off completely and looked at his scarred shoulders, collarbone, chest, arms and stomach. He had ripped his body up over time. He ran his fingers over the lighter marks on his skin. Tom shook his head. He looked so small. So skinny and weak. He hadn't lost all of his muscle tone, but he had lost most of it. Tom didn't looked famished, but you could see his ribs a bit through his skin. He really needed to work out more.

Matt came through door as Tom just stared at himself through the mirror. Matt didn't laugh. He didn't comment on Tom being shirtless. "Tom. Hey, what do you think?" Matt stood next to the smaller man. Tom looked fragile and scrawny compared to Matt. "I... Don't hate myself." Confusion stung in his tone. "I should hate this image. I should want to rip it to helpless, insignificant shreds." He lightly touched his collarbone. "But I don't.." Matt lightly smiled, looking at Tom through the mirror. "That's amazing." Tom turned to look up at Matt. "I blame you. I feel like a total of a 6/10." Matt turned on his heels and grabbed Tom by the waist and brought the brunette closer to him. "I love you so much." Tom gripped Matt's shirt and smiled into the ginger's chest. "I love you, too." Tom turned his head to look up at Matt, his chin burying into the other's grey, "Rush" shirt. (yes, the band,, hope you guys are actually old enough to know that band. it's rad as hell lmao.) "So about that whole "I think I'm ready for another relationship thing-" Tom let go of Matt, and stepped back a foot or so, so that he could look directly into the ocean orbs of the man that he so loved. All while he broke himself down, directly into the other's arms. "Tom. I don't want you to feel pressured into this. I want you to be ready-" "I am ready. I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait any longer. You make me so happy and I want to be with you. I want to be with you." There were tears in Tom's eyes and he didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that this was the same feeling he got when he first met his ex. Maybe it was the fact that this was the first time he had felt in general in so long. In almost three years. He had fallen so hard for Matt, he would have assumed his ribs were broken when the ginger stepped forward and cupped his face. When the smallest touch from the freckled man sent his heart into a flutter of the largest bunch of butterflies he had ever seen. When his lips curled into a smile and his face burned as Matt kissed him and told him how much he absolutely adored Tom. "I want you mine." Matt stated as he pulled away from the kiss. "I will gladly be yours." Tom smiled as his face burned a pure crimson. He smiled a real smile. He felt the happiness burn inside him as it leaked out and creased his eyes.

Tom took a shower as Matt made coffee. He did the normal routine, waiting for his newly-deemed boyfriend to finish so that he could also get cleaned up. Tom appeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing a shirt, that was much too large and hung off his shoulder, that Matt had given him, and a pair of dark-ish orange sweatpants. The shirt was old and wrinkled. Matt had worn it a bunch in college; it was a slightly-worn "Tool" shirt, the logo and words were faded, but you could still clearly tell that it was a band shirt. "You were a huge nerd in college." Tom fluffed his damp hair as he leaned against the fridge, taking his coffee from the counter. "Hey!" Matt crossed his arms. "I still like that kind of music! Just haven't been out to buy merch in a while." Tom laughed lightly into his cup as Matt passed him and headed to the shower. Tom scooted into his room and curled up onto his bed. He fell asleep very soon. It was good that he did, because Matt emerged from the bathroom almost an hour and a half later, running a hand through his hair and fixing his shirt. He just put the "Rush" shirt back on, since he had changed into it that morning. He had a pair of small, purple shorts on. The "Rush" shirt was tight, and outlined his figure. His socks were a black and white zig-zag and a light pink and blue. Matt slipped into Tom's room, quietly dancing to a song that played in his head. He snuck up to the side of Tom's bed and gently poked the brunettes face. "Tom. Tom. Tooommm." Tom groaned and pulled his eyes open. "Whaatt." Tom puffed his cheeks out as Matt stood up. "Time to get up! Or I will tickle you!" Tom abruptly sat up in bed and gave Matt a, "not this time, fucker" look. Matt mimicked the video-game meme in an Australian accent "Mission Failed. We'll get 'em next time.". (I really hope you guys know this meme and I don't sound like a total idiot lmao.) Matt snapped his fingers in an "awe man" action and laughed. Tom laughed at the freckled boy and swung his legs off of the bed, grabbing another sip of his lukewarm coffee.

"Let's do something today."

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hope you guys like this chapter ! it's really lazy, i'm sorry.