TWs: Deep conversation, feelings of overwhelming sadness
Matt hummed as he looked at his calendar, scanning the notes he wrote in purple gel pen.
'Let's see what I planned today...' He thought as he looked at the date, then smiled upon realizing it was his self-care day, 'Yay! The day where it's all about my well-being!'
Except, he had no idea what to do first. He's never had a day all to himself before. What even was self-care?
At that thought, Matt decided to look it up, researching everything about self-care on his phone.
'Huh...' Matt pondered as he read some articles, then smiled, 'This is perfect!'
Matt waltzed into his kitchen, getting out one of his recipe books and looking for a recipe he hadn't tried.
The ginger hummed as he saw something. His smile faded since it was the hardest thing ever to bake.
Macarons.
He sighed, willing to try it anyway, 'French ancestry, don't fail me now...'
He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
Once he put the macarons in the oven to bake and set a timer, there was a knock on his door.
'I thought I told Edd and Tom I had plans today,' He thought as he walked over to the door and opened it, "Tord?"
"Figured you'd want your container back." He held it up.
"Oh, sure," Matt said as he took it.
"Were you baking?" Tord asked, gesturing to Matt's lavender apron.
"I was! Figured I'd try to make macarons." The ginger smiled.
Tord laughed at that, "Agh, I remember when we tried to make macarons during our high school years; we had to deep clean everything."
Matt quirked an eyebrow but smiled anyway, "Would you like to try a macaron?"
The Norsk looked at him, surprised, "Oh, sure."
After Matt let him in, he went to check the timer. He hummed, "There's still a few minutes left, then I have to wait for them to cool before piping them."
"Well, what should we do in the meantime?" Tord asked, deciding to sit on the couch.
Matt looked at the self-care ideas he had, then at Tord. He gasped as he exclaimed, "Stay here; I'll be right back!"
The ginger sped off to a different room, leaving Tord alone.
'Where would I go...?' Tord frowned.
There were a few concerning noises in the room that Matt went in before he returned with a black and silver expensive-looking box in his hands.
Matt placed it on the coffee table, pressing a button on the top that flipped it open to reveal three areas.
Two of the areas consisted of nail polish, while the last consisted of nail files, polish remover, clippers, and stuff to decorate nails.
The timer in the kitchen dinged, "Pick any color; I'll be right back."
Matt practically danced into the kitchen.
Tord looked down at all the colors. The bottles were see-through and neatly arranged in rainbow order.
He analyzed the bottles carefully, 'Huh, one of the blue colors has been used a lot compared to purple or green.'
The Norsk decided to pick a darker shade of red than his hoodie.
"Ooh, nice color choice," Matt stated as he sat down next to Tord. He held out his hand, "Let me see your hand."
Tord let the ginger examine his left hand.
Matt hummed, "You're the same as Tom."
The Norsk huffed as he frowned, "What?"
"You both bite your nails." The taller elaborated, "Which is why I paint Tom's nails sometimes, hopefully, to get him to stop biting them, even if for a week."
Tord only nodded: still abit offended that he got compared to Tom, of all people.
While painting Tord's nails, Matt had the urge to ask something.
"What would be your definition of a family?"
Tord looked up at Matt: but he was focused on painting the Norsk's nails.
'My definition of a family?' Tord thought for a moment.
"Cause I would think that a family would be your biggest supporter, no matter what happens. They would be there to guide you: and advise you if you were to make a mistake. To me, family comes in all forms. You can consider close friends as your family." Matt continued, "With that logic, I suppose I would consider Edd and Tom a part of my family."
Tord felt like he had been stabbed in the heart multiple times while hearing Matt talk.
"Cause even if I don't entirely remember my own family, I know I still have one in them." Matt finished, "Alright, now to let your nails d- Tord, are you okay?"
The light brunette tilted his head, "What?"
"You're shaking," Matt spoke, 'And I feel an overwhelming amount of sadness coming from him...'
Tord smiled, "I'm fine."
It was a lie, but Matt decided to leave it alone, "I'm going to check on the macarons. Let your nails dry."
As Matt left for the kitchen, Tord was left alone in his thoughts.
'My definition of a family...?' Tord thought about it, 'Not my father, that's for sure. That leaves Pau, Pat, Clay, You, Yan... and my mother. They've all been supportive of my outcomes.'
Tord smiled, 'They may not be perfect, but I would consider them family.'
"They've cooled off!" Matt called from the kitchen. Tord perked up and decided to join him, "I'm going to start icing them."
Tord chose to sit at the dining table, watching as Matt got the piping bag filled with purple icing and carefully iced half the macaron shells.
After that, he started sandwiching them, forming the macarons. He placed each of them on a plate, then sat them on the table.
"Want to have first dibs?" He asked as he sat across from Tord.
Tord looked at the lavender macarons, taking one in his robot arm, "You sure it isn't poisoned?"
"I'm not that terrible at baking!" Matt huffed.
"I mean, that salmonella I got one time-"
Matt's eyes widened, "I gave you salmonella!?"
Tord snorted, "Hah! I'm just kidding, Matt! Calm down..."
The ginger sighed in relief, "Don't scare me like that..."
The light brunette grinned as he took a bite out of the macaron. His eyebrows perked up in amazement, "Wow, dette er fantastisk!"
Matt tilted his head, "What was that?"
"Sorry," Tord chuckled awkwardly, "It's amazing."
Matt decided to try one for himself, perking up when he did, "Ooh, you're right!"
The taller went to get a container to save a few macarons for Edd and Tom. He decided three for both of them would be fair. It also left two each for Tord and Matt.
"I'm going to do my nails next," Matt said as he left to pick a color.
When he left, Tord's phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. Tord pulled it out, seeing a text from Pau.
Pappa: think I found something you might like.
Red: oh?
Pappa: yeah, you'll get it when I return from hell
Red: hah L
Tord smiled as he put his phone away, and Matt returned. He noticed the ginger had a royal purple color in his hand.
"After this, I'll probably experiment with my make-up or do a facemask. Whichever one is more relaxing for me..." Matt mumbled as he got to work.
"So what, is this a day for yourself, or...?" Tord queried.
"Exactly!" Matt nodded, "It's a self-care day. Recently, I've been neglecting my health, so hopefully, having a day for myself will be fulfilling for my well-being."
The ex-leader looked at him softly, "Ah, makes sense."
It did make sense and didn't surprise Tord whatsoever. Even in high school, Matt neglected his health for the sake of putting others before himself.
"You also didn't answer my question." Matt inquired, "What's your definition of a family?"
Tord blinked, "Well, most of who I consider my family isn't even related to me, but they've been my biggest supporters, always wanting to see me accomplish what I couldn't before. They're by my side when I need them, and they're willing to actually listen to me."
Matt smiled at him, "That's why I think familial friendships are important. Some friends are great listeners, and some are willing to talk and give advice. Some will always be there for you no matter what."
The Norsk hummed, "Yeah..."
Tord was wondering if Matt was subconsciously saying things he didn't remember he did before. Matt was always the shoulder Tord would lean on, and vice versa. They would tell each other everything.
"And now for them to dry..." Matt muttered as he placed his palms on the table. He looked at Tord with the face he always had when he wanted something.
"What is it?" Tord asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just, uh..." Matt bit his lip, "Are you willing for me to put make-up on you?"
Tord frowned, "Nei, nope, no, never!"
"Please, Tord!" Matt pleaded.
"Experiment on yourself with that shit!" Tord hissed.
"I would, but it's been a while since I've had a willing participant..." Matt whined.
'Why does it sound like I'm going to be sacrificed?' Tord thought, then sighed, "Fine."
Matt instantly grinned, "Yay!"
'I'm going to regret this...'
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Norwegian =
Dette er fantastisk - This is fantastic
Nei - No
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