it's 2 am. You are sitting in Matt's bed, in the house he shares with his triplets brothers, nick and Chris. Your on top of matt, your face in his neck. His stubble rubbing against your cheek as he kisses your temple. The room is only covered in the warm lighting of a lamp on the bedside table. The room is quiet, the only sounds being your guys' breathing, and once in a while, Matt's whispers.

You and matt were friends your whole life, until you guys got together two years ago. Matt, nick and Chris have a YouTube channel with 7 million subscribers, so you guys don't have to worry about working or money. You had a pretty bad past, your parents weren't the best when they were around, then they died when you were 18. You guys are 21, now. You have had on and off depression of years, it never really goes away but sometimes gets better. You have bad anxiety, and you self harm, well, since matt, not anymore. And you have problems eating. Matt, nick and Chris know all this and they try to help the best they can.

Matt knows, sometimes you just need to cuddle, sometimes you need a distraction, you need him. You need a physical release. Intimacy. Anything. Or just to have fun with your three favorite people. Matt knows you like that back of his hand, what you like, what you don't. He also knows when you start feeling better or worse.

He gently rubs your back, whispering softly into your ear. He smelled good. Like cologne. He was wearing sweatpants and a t shirt, and of cours, his silver chain he never took off. You just had sweatpants and a tank top on.

"You okay, sweetheart..?

He had gotten back from filming a video and you just seemed down. He brought you on his lap and you had immediately started crying, now here we are.