Dark Hair with the Thick Thighs|| Blackbear (M.M.)

M.T.M.|59

I was hanging up some of Bears platinum albums and stuff on the wall of his studio when he walked in. He leaned against the door, smirking. "This is the absolute best decision I've ever made." I laughed, climbing off the small ladder. I kissed him quickly but he grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. "We have to have a little conversation." He said softly. I raised my eyebrows. "You're keeping your apartment?" He asked. And this is what I love about him, he wasn't asking in an accusing tone or anything. I sighed. "Do you think we're not going to work out?" He asked, once again, not accusing or mad, very soft and curious. "It's not that...I just..." I sighed. "I don't know." I mumbled, looking down, fiddling with a bracelet on my wrist. He put his finger under my chin. "Keep it, I don't care." He said kissing deeply. My anxiety eased immediately and I let my arms wrap around his neck. We both pulled away after a minute and he rested his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry, it's irrational to keep it, I know. I'll call them tomorrow." I said softly. He smiled softly. "Angel, I know how you feel about me and you know how I feel about you. I don't plan on fucking this up. I love you and you keeping an apartment won't change that." I smiled too, looking up at him. "Which is exactly why I shouldn't keep it. I don't need a back up plan." He grinned widely, picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom.

Honestly so far of us living together it's like a movie. We're like those annoying people who are super lovey in their honeymoon phase. I'll admit I had had second thoughts at first but fuck it. Right now, at this moment in my life I was perfectly happy, which isn't something I'd ever imagine saying.

"Are you sure you'll still love me with more face tats?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Even if I wouldn't it's too late now." I laughed, as the needle was already in his skin. He squeezed my thigh lightly. I sat and watched for probably an hour, they were small tattoos so they didn't take that long. He went to go look in the mirror and I was talking to the tattoo artist. "So I have an idea." I started.

"No." I showed him away. "You can't see until it's done." I said covering it from his view. He rolled his eyes dramatically and went to sit on the couch. I'll admit a lot of people will tell me I'm stupid for tattooing his initials on me but this is a time in my life I want to remember, even if we don't stay together forever.

"Alright." I said finally, and his eyes lit up like a little kid. And there it was. "MTM" with a cute little bear outline next to it on my ring finger. I studied his expression and he gently grabbed my hand, examining it. Everyone else was in the kitchen now. He finally looked up at me. "I love you so much." He whispered, kissing me. "Even if it's not forever, I never want to forget you." I grinned at him. "God damn how did I get to lucky." He mumbled, kissing me again. I laughed.

"Oh you're fucking with me, you did this last week?!" Lila groaned. "Are you ever going to like me?" Matt asked, joking. "Like I said, I don't not like you. It's..." She sighed. "It's hard for me to see Bree go so hard into a relationship after everything that happened." And that was the first time Matt really got it. His expression changed and he went to hug her. "What are you-" She was cut off by his hug and I knew he said something into her ear. He pulled away and she nodded. I narrowed my eyes at them. "I don't like that." I said. "Hey, chances are since it's on her finger it'll probably fade after a while." Matt shrugged. I rolled my eyes and hit him in the arm. He chuckled, walking away. "I guess I'm going to have to finally accept this, huh?" She sighed. I laughed. "You don't have to but I'd be happy if you did."

I was laying in bed on my phone, Matt had gone out earlier and took Pocke back over to Tjs. Matt left like 3 days after I had said yes to moving in. I'd stayed at his house for weekends and things before so that wasn't really anything new. So now it's a bit more real since he's home from tour. I'm not saying it's going to go bad by any means, it's just that you learn new things living with someone constantly, so it'll be interesting to really see how our relationship works.

It was 12 am when I finally heard the front door open. I was writing something for my website in bed and he popped his head in. "You're still awake." He stated, pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes and walking towards me. He shut my laptop and put it on the nightstand. "Hello angel." He grinned, laying across the bed. "Hi Bear." I responded in the childish tone as him. He grinned, closing his eyes. "I'm tired" he let out a deep breath. "I miss pocke" I pouted and he laughed. "We can get a dog." He sat up, walking into the closet and changing before emerging with basketball shorts on. He climbed on the bed next to me. "Yeah, but we're both gone so often." I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "Yeah, but when we're gone it can stay with Lisa and Pocke." He softly ran his fingers through my hair. I hummed. "Maybe." He mimicked me and I rolled my eyes. "We're good for a while baby, I don't tour until after anon comes out and you're scheduled is all in LA of Vegas for the next couple months." I nodded. "True." "We'll look tomorrow." He said, pulling the blanket over us. I turned off the light and we laid down with the tv still on. It's nice not to have to sleep alone. "Nighty night bear." I grinned to myself and he placed a light kiss on my shoulder. "Goodnight angel."