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Summary: Matt's been burning out. It's taken a toll on his body and his mind, but luckily, you're always there when he needs you most<3
Pairing: Matt x feminine reader
Warnings: Burnout, mentions of disordered eating and anxiety, panic attack, pet names (baby, pretty/sweet/handsome boy)
Word Count: 1.8k
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Being a content creator was an extremely stressful job, and you knew that. You had to constantly be worried about numbers, engagement, and what looks would or would not get you media attention, good or bad. Although it may not be the same as a regular nine-to-five job, it was still incredibly taxing, and that weight was wearing down on your boyfriend roughly and quickly.
Matt had been teetering on the edge of burnout for a while now, but just chose to ignore it, figuring if he didn't acknowledge it, it would stay at bay. He knew you could tell; in fact, he knew everyone could tell, but that didn't stop him from working day and night, constantly editing, pitching ideas to his brothers, and planning new videos. He refused to let you or Nick and Chris help him, not-so-logically thinking he had to 'pull his weight'. In Matt's head, Chris was the funny one, Nick was the editor and the smart one, and you had your own job at a local boutique downtown. You all didn't have time to hear his issues, he thought.
"Matt? You in here, love?" You knocked on the door to his office, worriedly gnawing on your lip.
You hadn't seen your boyfriend since you arrived home from work two hours ago, but you knew he was here because his car was in the driveway. At first, you had left him to his work, figuring he would come out when he was done with his tasks, but now, it was nearing dinnertime, and even the smell of food cooking on the stove wasn't luring him out. You waited a few beats, not hearing an answer, until you decided to take matters into your own hands. You would never intrude on Matt's personal space, but truth be told, you missed your boyfriend loads, and you were also slightly worried.
Matt was hunched over his computer, fingers flying furiously over the keyboard as he typed out an email. He didn't even look up from the screen until you tapped him on the shoulder, to which you only received a turn of the head and a tired, watery smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Dinner's ready, baby," You whispered softly, massaging his shoulders. "I missed you today."
"I'll be there in a minute," he sighed, rubbing his temples and then turning back to the computer. "I have some stuff to do."
"Matt, you've been in your office since I got home, darling. That was over two hours ago," You protested gently. "You gotta be hungry, bubba."
The awful anxiety started to creep into Matt's mind at your questioning, not because of anything you were doing, but because he knew you were worrying about him, and he didn't want that. "I ate earlier." he lied, wincing at how easily the untruth rolled off his tongue.
"There weren't any dishes in the sink or the dishwasher and there weren't any takeout containers. You didn't eat, love." You said firmly, but not unkindly.
You had been noticing for a few weeks now that Matt was eating less and less, abandoning breakfast and usually after dinner dessert in favor of working in his office. You figured the issue would resolve itself after the influencers got out of their 'busy season', but here it was, two weeks later and Matt was getting worse, not better. You knew your boyfriend struggled with anxiety even before YouTube, but that wasn't going to make you brush the issue off.
