Bellasashylegs - Bella

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Lacey 🎀 - Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Content Warnings: explicit language, SMUT! (With plot), Matt w/ a breeding kink

For my anons who requested DAD!Matt. Hope you love <3

PT2 <-

You knock on Matt’s door, suitcase in tow, damp from the rain. He’s at there in seconds, shirtless, Lacey cooing at his hip. You sigh.

“They told me they were starting the renovations this month; I didn’t think they meant the first of the month.”

Matt laughs, lugging your suitcase inside. “Trade ya,” you coo, holding your arms out for Lacey. Matt complies, letting his one-year-old fall into your arms. She grips your hair carefully looping it around her fingers, a habit she picked up at six months. “And why aren’t you asleep, Ms?” You coo. Lacey rests her head above your chest, wrapping her short legs as far as she can around your torso. “Da-da” she babbles, raising a finger to Matt. You laugh.

“Oh, so this is your fault.” You joke. Matt raises his hands pleading innocent. “She took a three-hour-long nap and now refuses to sleep!” He laughs.

“I’ll put her down, go put a shirt on.” You smile. Carrying Lacey to her nursery.

Matt put work into Lacey's room; it was decorated with bows and teddies, pink from head to toe, with a white rocking chair adjoining her crib.

She protests when you attempt to lay her down, so you decide in your tiredness to hold her against you. You sway with her in the chair, humming her to sleep. Holding her with too much love to simply be doing a favor for a friend.

“She went down easy.” You say softly approaching Matt. He’s at the stovetop, cooking something in a frying pan. “She always does with you,” He laughs. “I’m making food if you want some,” he adds, “if you count frozen fried rice as a dinner.”

“Frozen dinners are nothing new to me, Matt.”

“She's getting so sassy.” Matt laughs. “She’s one!” You interpose. “The sassiest one-year-old I’ve ever met.” Matt snorts. The two of you laugh over Lacey for a bit too long until Matt stands. “I have a shit ton of errands I have to do tomorrow—I should sleep.” He says.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You urge. “Do you want my bed, I’ll take the couch?”

“No, you have a comfy couch. Plus, I want to watch some TV. Anyways.”

You change into loungewear and cozy onto the sofa, switching on the TV. Matt has the comfiest couch you’d ever slept on. Not that you’d slept on countless men’s sofas, but being friends with a girl dad had its perks.

You switch your show off at one a.m. The binge might have been too much. You lay back on the couch, shutting your eyes, but your peace is short-lived—Lacey cries, breaking the silence. You decide to be the one to soothe her, concluding Matt’s sleeping you creep to Lacey’s nursery and cradle her into your arms.

“Hunny, you're gonna wake up your daddy.” You lull, nursing her head. You pace the room with the toddler in your arms, bouncing as you step to pacify her. “Attagirl” You hum, seeing her close her eyes. You set her in her crib once more, hovering over her to adore her features.

“She's cute huh?” Matt sighs, he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“She’s got your eyes.” You smile, turning to face him, “You know—I was trying to do something nice for you and put her back to sleep, but you being here awake defeats the whole purpose.” You pout. Matt smiles at your claim lightheartedly. “Not the whole purpose.” Matt drawls, “Because I wasn’t the one bouncing around the room with her.” You laugh, stepping out of the space with him. “You’d be a great mother, you know.” He hums. “I doubt it.” You counter. Matt stares for a second.“I trust you around my daughter more than anyone else; you know that?”

“I know.” You gush.

You bite your lip, knowing he’s going to go back to bed but wanting to stop the inevitable. “Matt?” You question. He turns his head to yours, his way of saying he’s listening. You step closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck. “I’m gonna kiss you.” You hum. “Go ahead, ma’”

With that, you pull his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. The kiss is half-lidded and tired, but your lips move against each other like parts of a puzzle. “Come to bed with me.” Matt urges. You raise a brow smiling. “Nothing sexual…” he groans, “It’ll be better than the couch.” You chuckle, “Just teasing Matt.”

The two of you wake up to Matt's blaring alarm. You groan, mumbling a “turn it off '' pulling a pillow over your head. “Sorry! Sorry!” Matt jeers, reaching over your body for his phone, and quickly clicking the alarm off.

“Okay, I have to go grocery shopping, do you want anything?” You cut him a look, pulling the pillow off your face. “Okay… You want to sleep, so I will leave...”

You sleep late. Late enough for Matt to have gone out of the house three times. The third time he’s back in the house he’d had enough of your snores. “Let's go wake Y/N, huh Lace?” Matt calls. He places Lacey down on the bed. She coos, crawling over to your sleeping form. “Mama! Mama!” She echoes, smiling widely.

Matt's eyes go wide. Mama?

He’s at a loss for words. She's never said that word before. She's calling you Mama? Maybe it was just a mix of words. Fuck.

“Hey, Lace?” Matt questions, almost as if expecting an answer. Lacey looks up at him for a split second, definitely more enamored in you. “Let's let Y/N sleep okay?” He says picking her up. “No, no, no.” She croons, her little eyebrows furring. “Mama!” She points, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “Lace, c’mon. Jesus.” He’s fighting a losing battle.

You sit up, blinking yourself awake to the sight in front of you, Matt fighting to keep his little girl in his grasp. She sees you awake and wriggles even more, twisting her hips around. “Matt you can let her go, I’m awake.” He sighs loudly. Letting her plop down on the bed. “Mama!” She calls, scooting over to you as fast as she can.

Your eyes go wide, shooting Matt a look. Did she just call you mama? Matt bites his lip nervously. You exhale deeply, choosing to ignore it for now, deciding to give Lacey the attention she wants you to hold her in the air, gently swooning her around. She squeals, bubbling with giggles. You laugh along with her, hers proving to be contagious.

“Breakfast?” Matt suggests. You nod, smiling greedily. “More like lunch, actually.” He smiles.

The two of you sit down after Matt puts Lacey down for a nap. It was a struggle.

You sit next to each other on the kitchen island, eating French toast out of takeout boxes. “This is nice. Thank you.”

“It’s my thank you, for putting her to sleep last night,” Matt says.

An awkward silence meets the two of you. The only sounds are the clanks of your utensils.

“So… uh—We kissed.” Matt interposes. You nod your head, “yeah…” Matt sighs, “And my daughter is calling you mom.” You nod again, smiling curtly at the unimaginable situation. “Yeah.” You laugh, awkwardness laced in your tone. Matt groans, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry—I guess she’s never really had any motherly figures in her life before. You’re kind of the only one.” You shake your head, biting your lip. “I don’t mind. It’s cute—Unless you have a problem with it, I don’t want to make things weird.”

Matt chuckles, “I’ll try and get her to call you Y/N, but she’s stubborn.” He jests, then his tone becomes genuine, “Okay, the kiss.” He adds. You smile childishly recalling the previous night. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

Matt hadn’t been on a formal date in a year and a half. So nervous was an understatement. Yes, you two were living together for the time being. Yes, you’d already mutually agreed you had feelings for each other and yes, he was scared shitless.

“You look nice,” Matt compliments. “Thank you.” You hum, leaning across the dashboard to press a kiss to his jaw. “So what are we eating?” You question, leaning back in your seat. “Italian,” Matt smiles, starting the car out of the lot.

The strong aromas of rich sauces fill your nose the second you step into the restaurant. You inhale lightly; Matt notices your gesture and smiles. “I'm guessing I chose right?” He smiles. “I do love pasta.” You hum, making your way to the reservation desk. “Sturniolo, Matthew,” Matt introduces, looking at a worker in white

The waiter shoots Matt a knowing look, almost like they know each other, grabbing two menus out of a slot. “Right this way,” he says, gesturing to the more secluded parts of the restaurant.

“This is fancy, Matthew.” You laugh, pulling your chair out. “I haven’t been out in a while—I know you haven’t been out in a while, so why not wine and dine you?” You laugh. “Wine does sound good right now.”

“What is this?” You laugh at the elongated French word sprawled across the menu. “I have no idea. We should order it and find out,” Matt jests. “For fifty dollars?” You smirk. Matt smiles, “Maybe a Google search is a better option for that one.”

Matt glances at the menu, a playful smile on his face. “Any preferences, or should I just surprise you?”

You laugh, “Surprise me. I trust your taste.”

Matt orders, leaving the waiter to come back minutes later with two plates of beautifully presented pasta in hand. You let out a “wow” as he sets the plates down.

“I haven’t been to a restaurant since before Lacey was born,” Matt confesses. You laugh “Shit, I can’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

Between mouthfuls, you and Matt make easy small talk, conversations flowing freely between the two of you—a mixture of lighthearted banter and genuine connection.

The waiter makes rounds, discreetly refilling your wine glasses, adding to the sense of indulgence.

“Finished?” A server asks, his French accent overpowering his words. “Yeah,” Matt replies, stacking the plates for him. “You ready?” He asks lightly, gesturing towards the door. “Yeah.”

“So did you wear that shirt just to tease me?” Matt says casually. Your cheeks flush red, and you giggle slightly. “Maybe...” you drawl, “Is it working?”

Matt curses under his breath, “A little too well.”

You step outside, turning the corner fast. Matt pulls your lips to his hungrily, so fast you stumble slightly into him. He snakes his hand under your top, pressing his cold palm to the arch of your back. You gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck Matt.” He presses you back against the building leaning into you, kissing your neck harshly. “Jesus Y/N. I want you so bad.”

Your eyes dart around. You are not about to have car sex for you first time with him.

“Hotel,” You breathe, pointing across the street. Matt’s eyes follow yours, he nods slightly at your request “Yeah.” He breathes, pulling you over the curb, with no regard for oncoming traffic.

It doesn’t take Matt long to secure a room, the worker shoots the two of you disapproving looks handing you a swipe card. “Knock yourselves out.” The lady mumbles. “Trust me, we will.” Matt chides, under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

The two of you rush to the elevator. Once you are in Matt eagerly hits the button, “Why’d they put us on the fucking sixth floor. "He huffs, tapping his foot against the metal ground with eagerness. The door dings, signaling you’ve reached the floor. Matt lets out a sigh and pulls you out of the box. Kissing you harshly.

“Fuck, Matt—room.” You stammer. Matt complies and paces down the hallway in a near jog, your hand in his. He swipes the room card quickly and the transactor beeps red. “Fuck.” Matt breathes under his breath. You take the card from his hand and swipe it yourself. Slowly. “Pipe down lover boy.” You jeer, pushing the door open.

By the time the door’s closed both of your shirts had been discarded on the plaid rug. Your lips fall together messily, Matt's hands never leaving your body.

You sigh against his lips. “Matt, I need you.”

“I know,” He mumbles, toppling onto the bed with you.

Matt tugs on your bra fervently, “Fuck. Can I take this off?” He groans. You nod eagerly. He takes the bra off in one swift motion, not bothering to push it aside once it's off you.

He presses a kiss to your perked nipple sending a shiver down your body. “Matt, c’mon.” You groan, he’s teasing.

Matt trails his head down, loose hairs tickling your abdomen, he presses a kiss to your stomach, looking up at you. “You want to do this?” You nod rapidly. “Matt if you don’t touch me right now I’m going to get myself off.” With that, he rips off his belt. You, at the same time, shimmying your pants off your ankles.

“You're so pretty.” He gushes, wasting no time to dip a finger in your core. You whimper at the feeling. “Fuck, your so sensitive” He groans, “When’s the last time you’ve been touched like this?”

“Stop talking and move faster.” You moan, grinding against his fingers. “Sorry ma’” He quips, adding a second finger, pumping them quickly into your walls. He quickly finds your g-spot, chuckling slightly, when you wither under him. He abuses it, thrusting his fingers into your plush spot every time he prods his fingers. “Matt I’m gonna cum” You whine, he smirks as you scrunch your eyes.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You babble through a trail of whimpers.

You orgasm around him, velvet walls clenching around his fingers. “You’re so sexy,” Matt mutters, pressing a kiss to your hips. He crouches above you, pulling his boxers off. His tip is red, awaiting release, glistening with precum.

He spits in his palm, pumping his dick twice before lining himself with your entrance, pushing himself in slowly, groaning as you tense around him. “You’re so tight fuck.” He moans bottoming out.

You pinch your eyes shut, “Matt—move.” You whine. He nods, starting a rhythmic pace against your hips. “So -ngh- good with kids why don’t I -mmph- give you your own. “ Matt moans, sending your mind into a frenzy. Your walls clench around him and he smirks. “You like it when I talk like that?” He grunts. “You want me to breed you?”

Your moans rise in pitch signaling to Matt your close. A trail of whimpers leaves your mouth, you, shaking your head slightly. “Oh—Matt. I can’t- I can’t.” He keeps his thrusts steady. “Yes you can’ c’mon”

“I'm cumming!” You shout, walls spamming around his length. “Good girl,” Matt grunts through his own moans chasing his high.

“Fuck! Can I cum inside?” Matt pleads, his thrusts growing sloppier. “Please.” You whine.

Matt moans, jolting his hips against yours, “Shit.” He curses, harshly gritting his teeth while he comes. His hips jolt against yours weakly before he pulls out and topples off you, sinking into the bedsheets. “Oh my god.” You sigh, chest heaving as you're grounded to reality. “Matt I..”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He interjects, cutting you off. You breathe deeply, letting a happy laugh fall from your lips. “Yes, I'll be your girlfriend!” You laugh, pulling his lips to yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Matt pulls away faster than you expect a look of worry on his face.“Lacey,” he curses, shooting up from bed.

Your eyes widen and you prop yourself against the headrest. He pulls on his jeans and boxers, loosely tossing you your shirt. You pull your top on swiftly. “The sitter?” You question. “We were supposed to be back fifty minutes ago.” He bites his lip, hastily checking the time on his phone.

Matt runs his hand through his hair anxiously. You face him, stationing hands on both his shoulders. “Matt. Breathe. Call the sitter, tell her you're sorry, and tell her you're on your way home.” Matt pauses, complying and dialing the sitter. She picks up on the second ring.

“Gloria, I am so sorry,” he breathes through the line. “We're going to the car now—be there in ten.” He rambles.

“It’s okay,” she assures. “Lacey’s sleeping. I’m glad your date went well.” She laughs. Matt thanks the woman, leaning his head back with relief.

“Everything’s okay. Let’s go see your girl.” You urge, collecting your last belongings and leaving the room.

Matt drives back quickly, fast enough to have you questioning if half the turns he’s made are legal. You exit the car to his complex's elevator, Matt taking fast-quick strides. “Lacey is fine,” you reassure, feigning his anxiousness. “Lacey's fine.” He repeats. You can tell he’s trying to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Matt bursts into his apartment door like a man possessed, scaring poor Gloria, whose neck snaps to the door immediately. “In her crib?” Matt asks. Gloria nods. You follow Matt down the hall to Lacey’s room.

Matt pauses when he sees her sleeping soundly in her crib, exhaling deeply.

You snake your arms around his torso, lulling him into a hug. “See, she’s fine.” You hum. Matt melts against your touch, resting his head beside yours. “You’re amazing,” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“Where’s Mama?” Lacey lisps, crossing her stubby arms. Matt groans; he’s sitting on the floor, across from his one-year-old with a clear attitude problem. “Y/N is at work,” he claims, handing Lacey her toy ball, which she refuses, claiming incoherently that she “only wants mama.”

This soon turns into wailing. Matt, unsure how to console his daughter, pinches his eyes shut when her plastic ball hits his face. He looks at her disapprovingly, which only makes her sob harder. “Is it nap time?” He asks, tilting his head towards the toddler. “Nap with mama.” Lacey huffs.

He sighs deeply, turning his head when he hears the door click open. “Hey! I got out early today,” you say, closing the door gently behind you. “That’s nice. Lacey's being a little demon,” he jests.

“Maaaama,” she babbles, scooting your way. You meet her halfway, picking her up. “Hi, baby.” You coo. “You're being mean to your daddy?” Matt laughs, pointing to the red ball, now across the room. “She threw that at me.” He laughs.

You gasp, feigning shock. “Did she?” You laugh. Matt nods, a smile plastered on his face.

“Oh! I have some good news.” You recall, setting Lacey down. She protests lightly but is quickly drawn back into her toys.

Matt stands, locking eyes with yours. He hums, signaling he’s listening. “They finished my apartment.” You point. His jaw clenches slightly. “And…?”

“And I wanted to talk to you about it…” You say, questioning your decision to bring the topic up. Matt picks Lacey up from behind, having her face you, she immediately reaches for you cooing gibberish. “You’re really going to move away from her.” He pouts playfully.

You pause. “You want me to stay?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Maybe you should move in—just for Lacey.” He kisses you softly, holding Lacey sandwiched between the two of you. “Yeah, for Lacey.” You laugh.

toddler - Matt Sturniolo

summary: having 2 toddlers isn't the easiest, espically when you're currently pissed at your husband matt after an argument. one night you get pushed to the point of a breakdown when the kids won't behave and matt's there to help you.

contains: dad!matt, fluff, slightly suggestive , crying, slight mental breakdown, comforting, angst?

a/n: this was loosely based off of how daddy matt was in today's vid.

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7:38pm

matt and i had an argument last night leaving me in tears, he’s been in his bedroom this whole day leaving me to deal with our two twins which are both 3 and a half.

i attempt to cook up something that somewhat resembles a dinner for our girls but the only thing occupying my mind is the events of what happened last night.

yesterday

“why is this house always so fucking messy!” matt’s voice booms throughout the living room as he abruptly stands up

“shit, i don’t know maybe because you got me pregnant at 18 and i’m the only one who does anything for the kids our this house!” i raise my voice back at him

matt lets out a shocked laugh “sorry that some people have fucking jobs and don’t lay on their ass with the kids all day and call it tiring?”

“lay on my ass? i clean, i cook, i take the girls to daycare and i bring them home, i do everything”

“if everything includes not having a fucking job and using up my money that i earn then sure, you do a whole lot” matt says with a slight attitude.

“all you fucking do is act like you have it hard when you don’t! get a fucking grip” he yells

the whole room goes silent, i erupt into tears and walk out of the room to our spare bedroom

“and always fucking crying.” i hear him scoff, only making my state worse.

—

my thoughts are cut off by a wail coming from behind me, my head spins back to see millie with a fistful of claire’s hair, yanking.

i instantly drop the wooden spoon into the pot before speed walking towards the twins

“stop it!” i yell, grabbing millie from under her arms and staring into her eyes angrily “go find daddy, not acceptable millie.” i raise my voice, placing her down.

she folds her arms with a huff, stomping her little legs down the corridor to matt and i’s shared room.

“you’re okay claire” i coo, fixing her pigtail which sits on the very top of her head

i pick her up and place her down on the couch with one of her stuffed animals before making my way back towards the kitchen.

i turn down the heat on the stovetop slightly with an exhausted sigh

suddenly i hear small giggles coming from behind me followed by the backs of my knees being pushed

“fuck!” i yell, stumbling over and grabbing the handle to the pot, spilling boiling spaghetti onto the floor, also splashing up onto my sweater.

millie goes silent before sprinting in the other direction with claire

as of things couldn’t get any worse right now i hear matt’s voice start something

“what are you actually fucking doin-“ he cuts himself off when he sees the state i’m in

i burst into sobs, matt looks down at me with concern painted across his face

“hey- shh sh you’re okay, you’re okay.” he says frantically, walking over to me and kneeling on the floor

“matt i can’t do this the kids aren’t behaving and i can’t fucking make them something they’ll like-“ i start, saying in between shaking breaths

he carefully picks me up from under my arms before switching his grip to the back of my thighs, i bury my face into his shoulders and feel matt take in panicked breaths

he speed walks us down into our bedroom at the end of the corridor, “are you hurt sweetheart?” he says, placing me down on the bed and peeling my sweatshirt off of me

“did the hot water soak through? shit.” matt says trying to stay calm.

“no-“ i sniff, rubbing my eyes. matt yanks his sweatshirt off his body and lays it across me like a blanket.

“stay right here okay? i’m gonna sort the kids out then put them to bed, then i’ll come back to talk, try get some sleep for me gorgeous.”

matt presses a kiss to my nose before rushing out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

i have a clear view of kitchen from where i’m laying so i see matt walk into the kitchen before kneeling down

“c’mere.” he demands, sticking out his arms. millie and claire toddle over to him with a guilty expression across their face.

“tell me what’s happened.” matt says sternly, maintaining eye contact with both of them.

millie bursts into tears almost immediately as she looks at matt

matt runs his hand up and down her arm as he waits for a response

“we- we pushed mommy and she fell and spilt hot water on her and hurt her” she sniffs

“a-and.. and you’re mad at me” she continues.

“do i look mad sweetheart?” matt says softly, claire shrugs along with millie

“i’m really really sad that you weren’t behaving for mommy, and i know you know better than that right?” matt speaks

millie nods, wiping her nose with the backs of her hand

“and now i’m gonna ask you to go clean up the spill with claire and then we’re gonna go say sorry to mom okay?” he says gently, pressing two kisses to the girls forehead

they nod in unison before going into the kitchen, matt hands them the paper towels and they instantly drop down to there knees and attempt to clean the mess.

matt watches while biting his nails “why do you think you made mommy cry though?” he says, claire looks up at him with a heaped pile of paper towels in her hands

“because we were naughty.” claire sighs, matt nods while gathering the piles of drenched paper towels and throwing them away.

“what i’m ‘gonna ask you to do is sit down at the kitchen table and think about how you will say sorry to mommy tomorrow while i make you dinner okay girls?”

claire and millie run over to the dining table, more than hungry and tired now.

matt sorts through the pantry before settling on mac and cheese which i wasn’t even sure we had.

after a good 10 minutes matt brings over the two small bowls to the twins, who have been silent ever since they sat down.

“you have to eat all of this okay?” matt says while placing the bowls down. claire and millie nod

—-

8:56pm

matt finishes up the last dishes in the sink before walking over to the girls “you alright?” he asks softy before picking both of them up, one in each arm.

matt walks down the corridor, flashing me a quick smile as both the girls bury their head in his shoulders.

“they’re very tired” he mouths to me with a small laugh while walking into their shared bedroom.

i hear the door shut followed by matt walking into our bedroom. “you feeing better gorgeous?” he asks calmly as he flops down in bed beside me.

“thank you for doing that.” i sigh, rubbing my eyes with my palms.

“don’t thank me? i’m their dad and i realise that after yesterday’s.. argument that you’re right and i do need to start caring more.” matt looks over at me.

“you don’t have to just say that” i whisper

“i’m not just saying that, i actually mean it.” matt responds with an unreadable expression

“the shit you said last night..” i start, my voice wobbling “i’m gonna find it hard to forget, because i know that in that moment you meant it.”

matt goes silent,

“and i know that you’re busy but i try, so hard to make you and the girls happy, meaning that i don’t have free time to work because everything i do is for you?” i keep going, several tears now rolling down my cheeks

“so you saying that you should help our more around the house and pretending like everything’s perfect between us isn’t gonna fix shit.”

i physically can’t keep speaking unless i want to start sobbing so i stop, taking in a shaky breath.

matt doesn’t say anything back, instead sitting up and grabbing me and pulling me into a deathly tight hug.

the few tears that fell dampen the shoulder of his shirt as he rubs my back.

“i don’t even know how to apologise.” matt says, his voice trembling.

“please- don’t cry.” he whispers, “i’m just really tired” i squeeze out

“i know i’ve been a shit.. person for the past year or so and trust me, you and the girls are on my mind every single minute of every day and- and there’s no excuse for what i said yesterday except for the fact i wasn’t thinking straight.”

matt rambles

“i shouldn’t have yelled, or said anything. i know, i know you have it way harder than me, and i’m not just saying that it’s true.”

“you don’t have to forgive me at all today, tomorrow or in general for this but i love you and i’m so sorry.”

matt finishes by pulling away to look at my face, which he cups in both his hands.

“thank you.” is the only thing i reply with, somewhat shocked by that 2 minute long tangent.

matt lays back down on the matress, pulling me towards him. i lay my head down on his chest with a deep breath in, instantly falling asleep

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9:56am the next day

the morning sun burns into the side of my face as i roll over in bed,

my eyebrows knit together when i realise matt’s not next to me like normal.

i sit up in bed, wiping my eyes as i attempt to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

i stumble out of bed towards the door of our bedroom, gripping the handle lazily and swinging it open.

the whole house is perfectly clean “what the fuck..” i mumble to myself as i walk into the living room where my eyes lay on my favourite sight

my 3 favourite people, matt claire and millie are sat on the sofa, matt’s in the middle and the girls are cuddled up to his side while matt holds open a picture book which he stops reading when i walk in.

“good morning pretty” matt smiles stupidly, i grow a small smile on my face.

“i think that someone has something to say to mom?” matt says, looking down at each of the girls.

they run up to me and wrap their arms around each of my legs “were really sorry” claire says, i bend down to their height and give them a smile

millie follows up with a “and i’m sorry for hurting you a- and i love you a lot!” she says with a cute smile.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i love you.” i grin, wrapping my arms around them before standing back up.

“and i’m gonna make it up to you tonight” matt says quietly while walking over to me

“matthew bernard! you horny mother fucker” i whisper.

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just saw ur welcome post and saw u supported palestine. ily queen.

free palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸!!!

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

it kinda hurts to see the triplets ignore such prominent things in news like a genocide and modern day colonisation, plus even buying from such places that support isreal (like mcdonalds) and not use their huge platform to talk about Palestine is so disappointing. It’s like they don’t want to come in contact with any type of cancellation at all which kinda makes them look weird but on the better end Larray, Isa and Nailea have my heart.

Drunken Mistake- C.S

summary: frat boy!chris and nerd!y/n have been dating for over a year and thier relationship has had many bumps.

cw: cursing, toxic relationship, ANGST; mentions of bullying, crying, arguing, cheating, break up, rejection

an: wonderful idea by the one and only @monroesturnns | ps. i do not condone cheating! remember this is pure fiction!!

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"god, i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you."- traitor, o.r

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"Come on, baby." Chris kissed down Y/n's neck as she was writing down some notes. "Just this one party, you haven't been to one of my frat parties in over two months." He continued his trail up to her jaw and eventually landed on her lips. "Chris, you know I don't like parties. I need to finish my notes for my exam. I'll go to the next one, okay?"

"That's what you said two weeks ago! It's the next time! Let's- just stop studying for once and go to this fucking party!" He raises his voice and Y/n sensed an argument boiling. "Watch your tone! You know how important school is to me, my parents sent me here to study! Not to get sucked into the partying lifestyle, that's not me!"

"Yeah, yeah, your parents this tuition that, you're like some fucking nerd! Let loose for once. Fuck!" He gets off of her. "Fuck you! Partying shouldn't be your top priority, Chris. Just stay in for once, miss one little party and study! I haven't seen you open your book in two weeks. Am I going to have to make space in my schedule and tutor you again?"

Before Y/n and Chris got together. They weren't very fond of each other. But, Chris was too busy partying and he was failing his classes. He was on the verge of being kicked out of his fraternity. Somehow Chris got kicked out of living in the frat house- but he was still apart of it- so he moved in with his two brothers. Chris wasn't doing anything about his failing grades so his brothers took care of it.

Their childhood friend, Y/n, was a very smart girl. Nick mentioned it to her when they hung out and she was hesitant at first. But when she realized Nick was concerned for Chris' grades, she agreed. The relationship between Chris and Y/n was rocky at first. It hadn't always been like that. Before high school, they were stuck to the hip but once junior year came along, Y/n started getting bullied by one of the popular girls and guess who ended up dating her? Chris.

Chris had known about this but still chose to date his friends bully. Y/n slowly started distancing herself from Chris. Fast forward four years, she was tutoring him and a couple of months later they eventually started dating.

"God! Are you ever going to let that go? You always bring it up in every fucking argument. Just come to this party!" She shakes her head. "No, whenever I go you always end up with your friends in the corner leaving me alone in a room full of people I don't know! No, is my final answer." Chris grew even more aggravated. "Fine, I'll go alone." He walks towards the bedroom door and opens it. "Just know, you aren't the only girl in my life."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She said, her anxiety rising. "Exactly as it sounds like." With that, he slammed the door behind him and left. Y/n stayed there, sitting on his bed while he went to the stupid party.

"Where you going?" Matt asks as he sees Chris head for the front door. "A party." He says. "You're going to a party while Y/n is over?" He said. Matt has seen Chris do this a couple of times but he's never asked about it. "Yeah, so what? If she doesn't want to go why should I have to miss it?"

"It's a bit rude. You know? She's here, in your room while you're at a party." Chris scoffs at Matt's words. "Look, I don't need a lecture from you too. Let me live my life, if she doesn't want to go it's up to her that she wants to stay and read her fuckass books." He repeats what he did just a couple of minutes ago. He opens the door and slams it behind him.

Matt goes down the small set of stairs and knocks of Chris' door where Y/n is on the other side of. "Come in." He hears her say. "Hey, it's me. You okay down here?" Her eyes are glossed over and her face has tear marks. "I'm okay. I- you know how Chris is with his parties." She chuckles sadly. "I just wish he would put his school work first sometimes. I mean, he's paying all of this money to just party."

"Why don't you try to talk to him about it?" He says. "I have! All he say is that I should put my work aside and stop being a nerd." Matt shakes his head. Chris has always teased her about focusing on her work.

"Can I ask you something?" She says. "Go ahead." He says nodding. "Has Chris ever- I don't know- has he ever mentioned someone else?" He furrows his eyebrows. "Like, another girl?" She nods. "No, no, if he did you know I would tell you. Why do you ask? You think he's seeing someone else, or?"

"No?" She questions. "He just said something before he left and it had me thinking."

"I'm sure he just said it out of anger. I doubt he'd ever do that to you."

Later that night, around two in the morning, Chris came in stumbling. "Bro, you're drunk as shit." Matt scolded him, helping him down the stairs. "No I'm not." He giggled. "How'd you even get home? You better have not driven." Chris shakes his head. "I walked it. I saw sixty three- no! Sixty eight trees."

Chris opens the door and sees Y/n sleeping. "Okay, you can let me go now." Chris pulls away from Matt and pushes him out the room. "Okay, goodn-" He slams the door, causing Y/n to wake up. "Chris? What are you doing." She whispers. "Look at you, not studying for once. Not being a nerd right now?" He laughs. Y/n rolls her eyes. "I don't have time for this right now." She sighed and gets out of the bed and grabs her phone.

"Babe, I'm only kidding." He grabs her arm as she reaches for the doorknob. "Chris, stop. We'll talk in the morning."

Y/n stirs awake from the constant vibration of her phone. Stretching from her spot on the couch where she slept last night after Chris came back. She grabbed her phone and saw that she had many texts from her friends, even from people she hasn't really spoke to.

Still half asleep, she clicks on a message from a girl in her tuesday class. Furrowing her eyebrows at the message she replies back.

y/n

what's going on?

hailey

*video attachment*

The video started out as a girl posing for pictures. "Yes! Now pose like- oh my god?" The girl recording pointed to two people. "What is it?" She girl posing said and stopped posing. "Isn't that Chris Sturniolo over there?" The girl recording put the phone down but another girl spoke. "No, don't stop recording! Get this, he has a fucking girlfriend. And that isn't her." The camera pans up and Chris comes into view, but he's kissing a girl. Y/n gasps and her heart drops. This was from last night.

"What the hell!" Y/n's voice shakes and she sits up in shock. She continues watching the video. The camera girl zooms in on them. "What a fucking loser, like actually." The two of them continue kissing and Y/n has had enough and shuts her phone off.

Her tears start streaming down her face. How could he? Yeah they were a bit toxic but she never thought Chris would cheat on her. She gets up from her spot in her couch and runs down to Chris' room. Barging in she immediately starts yelling. "Chris, wake the fuck up!" Chris jumps up from his bed. "Is someone dying? What the fuck. My head is pounding." His eyes adjust to the bright lights.

"How could you Chris? Really? How fucking could you?" She cried. "What happened, babe?" He gets up and goes to hug her. "No! Don't fucking touch me! You cheated on me! You- you fucking asshole!" Chris' face went pale. "I- uh- what?!" He stutters over his words. "You don't have shit on me." He shakes his head.

"Don't act stupid! I saw a video of you making out with a girl last night! I don't understand, did you do it out of anger because I didn't go to a fucking party? Or have you been doing this our whole relationship. I- I should've listened to my friends, I can't believe I loved you." Her tears haven't stopped falling down. "Y/n, hear me out." He says hesitantly. "No! How could you explain that. You betrayed me, Chris!"

"I- we're done, Chris. I don't ever want to hear from you again. I've given you so many chances, Chris. So many- but this, I can't forgive you for it." She pauses before she continues on. "Maybe she'll go to all of your frat parties and not stay home like the nerd that I am. I really can't believe you've went this far. Goodbye Chris." She wipes her tears with her sleeve and turns around to leave the room.

"Y/n.." He starts off, but nothing else's comes out.

"Hey, hey, hey, what happened?" Matt gets up from the table when he sees Y/n come up the stairs crying. He had heard them arguing but it was muffled so he decided to go out in case things escalated. He knew they had been a bit tense since last night. "I- ask Chris. I can't- I can't be here right now, I'm sorry." Her voice cracks and she grabs her bag. "I'll see you around." She says before leaving their home.

For the next couple of days, Chris spent them in his room. Napping, watching his and Y/n's favorite show and youtube videos. He sent her many messages and called her many times. They were all ignored. Chris didn't blame her, he fucked up. He didn't know why he did what he did. He was drunk and angry.

Nick and Matt were furious at him. For one, Chris cheated on her. And two, they probably lost one of their childhood friends who was always there for them. Nick and Matt would text her but she would either send and bland response or not answer at all. They just wanted their friend back.

"Where're you going?" Nick says coldly when he sees his brother come up the stairs. "To Y/n's apartment." Nick furrows his eyebrows. "You talked to her?" He shakes his head. "Then why the hell are you going over there? Is her ignoring your calls and messages not ringing a bell? She doesn't want to talk to you. What makes you think she'd want to see you?"

"I just- I want to apologize and try to get her back. I miss her." He rubs his face with his hands. "Not to sound like a dick or anything, but she's not going to take you back. You fucking cheated on her! And dare I say it, with your ex fucking girlfriend who bullied her, Chris. You're delusional if you think you're getting her back. And thanks to you, she barely even talks to me or Matt. Do you not realize that not only did you ruin your relationship with her, you ruined mine and Matt's relationship with her. But go ahead and try to talk to her." Nicks hand comes down on the table as he gets up from his seat and walks towards his set of stairs.

"I still can't believe you would hurt her like that."

Chris sighed and slumped on a chair. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked out of the house.

He walked up the stairs of her apartment building hallway and made his way to her door. Luckily he had remembered the code to get in the building. His first comes up and knocks. After a couple of seconds he hears her unlocking the door. "Iris you're here earl- what are you doing here?" Her face drops when she sees that her friend isn't at the door. "Y/n I want to apologize. I want you back, please." He begs.

"No, Chris. I can't put myself through that again. Do you know how much that hurt me? All because I didn't want to go to a party, Chris. A fucking party! I can't be with someone who cheats when I don't want to do something." She spoke loudly. "Y/n, baby, I promise I won't hurt you ever again. I promise." He begged her. "Please." His voice quivered.

She hated seeing him like this. But, for once, she decided to put herself first. "No, Chris. I- I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you anymore." His eyes welled up with tears. "Y/n." He spoke in desperation. "Y/n, please," She shook her head. "Go, Chris." She whispered.

"Don't make this harder than it should be."

This is not a natural disaster. This was not inevitable. They didn't grow up like this. It was inflicted on them by the vilest sadists on earth.

gentle reminder that it did not start on october 7

so high school (m.s)

master list

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nothing but fluff

preview: Matt and his friends were seniors in high school, they decided to play a game of kiss, marry, kill in class. when it was Matt’s turn, his friend adds you in the mix. he never quite noticed you before and when he did, he was intrigued. you were two opposites. he ended up passing notes to you in class. you never expected the outcome from all of this.

a/n: this is a long one but, I loved writing it. I saw someone on here ask to write a fic based off so high school. which, I attempted to do! this is my take of how I pictured it in my head. I forgot who it was who posted about it but if you’re the person, here’s my version! - L 🤍

it was almost the end of the school day, Matt was sat down at a table full of his friends. it was technically a free period since testing was held today. "let's play a game." his close friend Nate suggests. "what kind of game?" Chris asks curiously. "kiss marry kill." Nate responds with a grin. it caught Matt's attention, speaking up, "that's a childish game." the group laughs before Nate speaks up again, "well we have nothing better to do." the group looks at Matt, "what do you say? you in?" Nate adds on. "I guess i'll participate." Matt says fixing his posture. "okay who will start?" Nick joins in.

after a few rounds, the boys were laughing from the answers that had passed. it was finally Matt's turn, Chris ended up giving him the options, "okay let's see..." he says looking around the class, "Chloe, Madison, and..." he continues looking and lands his eyes on a girl resting her head on her palm as she read a book, "her I guess." Chris adds on. Matt looks at the girl and tilts his head a bit, "what's her name?" he asks.

"I think it's Y/n." Nick responds looking at you. you lift your head a bit from the sound of your name being said, "Nick, you're too loud." Chris whispers. you just ignored it and continued to read the book in front of you. Matt starts to play the game as he chose you to kill, "I only put her in that spot because I don't know her." he explains. the bell rings and everyone started to get up, including you. you shut your book and placed it in your back pack. Matt got up taking glances at you. you were wearing a white cardigan with jeans. your hair was half way up and half way down. you zipped up your back pack and put it on one of your shoulders only.

before you walk out, you catch a glimpse of Matt's gaze and you smile a bit at him, which he does back, then you walk out. Matt then picked up his back pack and put it on heading out as well. he walked to his car with his brothers and got in buckling up. "you guys don't know anything else about that Y/n girl?" Matt asks causing Nick to raise an eyebrow, "no, why?" he questions while Chris looks at Matt curious as well. "nothing I was just wondering. I thought I knew everyone in that class." he says starting the car. "she just keeps to herself that's why. no one wants to bother her I guess." Nick says. Matt just nods and drives out from the school parking lot.

the next day, your eyes were focused on your computer as you did the assignment for today. Matt was still curious about you, from yesterday's small smiles at each other, he wanted to take the opportunity to get to know you. he took out his notebook and a pencil as he started to write. after he was done, he ripped it out from the notebook and folded it. "hey." he says tapping the girl in front of him, "can you pass it to her?" Matt says looking at you. the girl he asked was behind you. she nods and takes the note, tapping your shoulder. you turn around and look at the folded paper. "it's from Matt." she whispers using her thumb to point behind her. you take the note and turn back around to open it.

'hey, I know you don't know me but, I also don't know you so, I was wondering if you wanted to get to know each other? I found it odd that I know everyone else in here except for you.' - Matt

you smile a bit from the note and pick up your pencil writing back. you handed it back to the girl and she passed it back to Matt.

'hi i'm Y/n. that's really out of the blue but, sure. i'd like to get to know you. also, yeah I get that a lot.' - Y/n

Matt smiles and writes back explaining how he even found out about you. you guys were passing notes the whole class which, the girl in between you ended up switching seats with Matt so he could pass the notes himself.

'so I was apart of your kiss marry kill?' - Y/n

'yeah but don't worry, my choice for you was not personal.' - Matt

you giggle softly to yourself. the bell ended up ringing and you guys left it off at that. you packed your stuff and turned around to give him the same soft smile from yesterday before walking out. for the rest of the day, Matt could not stop thinking about you. "what's on your mind?" Nick asks him. "oh nothing." Matt responds smiling. Chris and Nick just look at each other in a weird way.

*time skip*

the weekend was finally over and Matt couldn't already wait to get to his last class. when the time comes, he was about to sit down behind you but the teacher stops him. "Matt." Mrs. Dean speaks up causing the boy to stop in his tracks and turn around, "yes?" he asks. "we need to talk about your grade in this class. I heard you aren't doing so well in other classes as well?" she says pulling up his grades. you couldn't help but have the conversation catch your attention as you unzipped your back pack. "Matt, you have to raise these grades or else you'll be suspended from the lacrosse game in a month." the teacher says making Matt's eyes widen, "what? how could I raise my grades that quickly?" he asks. "I don't know Matt but it's possible. you have to really put in the work." she says. Matt just sighs and nods, going to sit at his desk. as time goes by, you turn around and place a note in front of him which makes him look at you and smile a bit.

'I can help you raise your grades if you'd like.' - Y/n

he smiles even more reading it. he immediately writes back taking you on the offer.

'if it's not too much of a hassle, i'd gladly accept your help.' - Matt

'well I did come up with the idea so, it wont be a hassle.' - Y/n

'can I get your number?' - Matt

you ended up writing down your phone number and he thanks you in his actual voice. he started to realize, he hasn't heard your voice, so when you spoke up to say 'you're welcome', he felt his heart start to race a bit. your voice was soft and comforting in a way. even though you only said two words to him.

the next day, you and Matt meet up at one of the picnic tables in the courtyard. "hey." Matt says with a smile walking up to sit in front of you. you smile back, "hi Matt." you greet him. "I'm going to warn you right now, I have a bunch of missing assignments." he says opening his back pack. you let out a soft laugh, "that's fine. you have a month to get it all done. plus, you have extra hands to help you." you reassure him. he smiles and nods, "thank you again." he says pulling out the pile of papers he had inside his back pack. your eyes widen a bit and laugh a bit, "don't thank me yet. we haven't started." you respond while looking at the stack. you both laugh at the same time.

you two have been tackling his missing work for a few days now until one day, he tells you something, "Y/n?" you look up at him and respond, "yes?" "I still want to get to know you better." he says making you look at him with a smile, "well..." you start off, putting your pencil down, "what do you want to know?" he puts down his pencil as well before he speaks, "just tell me stuff that makes you, well you." you laugh a bit before nodding, "well I barely moved to Massachusetts the beginning of senior year, i'm an only child, I enjoy reading in my free time, and let's see..." you pause for a bit. Matt was just sitting there, very drawn to you as you speak. "I don't really know what else I could say." you say with a soft laugh. Matt joins in laughing before he speaks, "I guess I just have to spend more time with you to get more from you." you smile nervously and look away, "well, let's focus on getting this work done." Matt adds on which you agree to.

since you began to help Matt, his friends have been wondering why he's been distant. he was constantly with you and he never told his friends about you. as you guys sat there, his group of friends walk over and tease him, "what is this?" Nate asks with a foolish smile. Matt rolls his eyes and looks at the group, "what are you guys doing here?" he asks. "the question is, what are you doing here? with..." Nate looks at you, "Y/n right?" Nate asks. you nod in silence feeling awkward, "Y/n is helping me complete my missing assignments so I could raise my grades. if I don't raise them, I won't be able to play the lacrosse game coming up." Matt says. Chris widens his eyes, "what? why didn't you tell us?" he asks. "you guys weren't going to be able to help me so Y/n offered." Matt responds looking at you.

"you still could've told us." Nick says before looking at you, "I'm Nick by the way." you smile and greet him back, "nice to meet you." "are you sure you guys are only studying? I mean Matt talks about y-." Chris was cut off by Matt, "okay guys. me and Y/n still have lots to do." the group of boys nod and say their goodbyes, walking away. Matt shakes his head and focuses his eyes on the text book in front of him. you look at him and laugh, "you talk about me?" you ask. he looks up and takes a tiny gulp, "he was just teasing us." Matt tries to cover up from the truth. you just nod, "okay I believe you." you say looking back down with a smile.

*time skip*

you and Matt were at the usual picnic table at school as you both stood in front of the computer. it's been two weeks since you started to help him. you both stood there waiting for his grades to update. it took a lot of work but, hopefully it was worth it. you and Matt stare at the screen as he clicked refresh one more time. "Y/n!" he says standing up straight. you looked at the screen to see his grades now passing with A's and B's. you turn to look at him and your mouth was open a bit from shock, "you did it Matt!" you exclaim happily. "no, we did it Y/n." he says with a smile hugging you suddenly. your eyes widen a bit but you hugged back slowly, "thank you Y/n." he whispers still embracing you. "you're welcome Matt." you reply as you both pull away. you both stand there now nervously laughing. "let's go show Mrs. Dean." you suggest. the boy nods and you both pack your stuff and walk to her classroom.

the next day, Matt kept bugging you in class with the notes he's been writing.

'Y/n tell me how I can repay you. seriously!' - Matt

'I don't need to be repaid Matt. it was me who offered to help in the first place. i'm just glad I helped you.' - Y/n

'how about I take you to the drive in?' - Matt

your eyes widen a bit from the question. you’ve never been asked to go anywhere especially with a boy. alone. you hover your pencil over the paper as you think about what to say.

‘i’ve never been to the drive in.’ - Y/n

‘well then you’re about to :)’ - Matt

you look back at him and he smiles making you smile as well.

*time skip*

Y/n’s POV

“dad i’ll be back before 9 pm I promise.” I say putting on small hoop earrings. my dad has never been in this situation before, well neither have I, so this was all new for the both of us. “honey, let her finish getting ready.” my mom joins in with a small laugh. “who even is this boy Y/n?” my dad asks curiously. “he’s just a boy from school that I helped out. now, he said he wants to repay me that’s all.” I say putting on chapstick. “do you like this boy?” my mom asks. “yes.” I say bluntly but realize it came off the other way, “as a friend!” I add on. my mom laughs and nods, “okay sweet heart. I’ll get your dad out of your hair.” she says dragging my dad out the room with her.

I look at myself in the mirror and touch up anything that doesn’t look right. my phone suddenly buzzes. I pick it up to see a text from Matt. it was him letting me know he was outside. I get up and put on my shoes, heading out my bedroom and to the front door until I got stopped by my dad. “hold on Y/n.” he says getting up from the couch. “dad please. I have to go.” I say but he walks up to me and opens the door. he takes a look at Matt through his car window. Matt gets out the car and walks up to the door. “hello sir.” Matt says with a smile. “what’s up kid. where are you taking my daughter?” my dad asks. “i’m just taking her to the drive in. it’s to repay her for helping me play this weekend’s game.” Matt says. “you play a sport?” my dad asks now intrigued.

“I play lacrosse.” Matt says with a soft laugh. “that’s awesome. well, you two enjoy the movie. be safe most importantly.” my dad says patting Matt’s shoulder. “thank you dad. bye.” I say walking to Matt’s car. we both get inside and I look at him, “i’m so sorry about him.” I apologize. he laughs softly and starts the car, “why are you saying sorry? it went great.” he reassures me. “I just didn’t think you guys would meet. I mean, he’s never met anyone else before.” I say. he looks at me, “wait, i’m the first guy he’s ever met?” he asks with a slight shocked expression. “yeah…” I say quietly. “is that a problem?” I add on. he smiles and chuckles, “no! i’m just surprised.” he says as he starts to drive off. “what’s so surprising?” I question keeping my eyes on the road.

“I thought a bunch of guys would’ve taken you out by now.” he says. I stay silent for a bit, what is that supposed to mean? “I don’t talk to guys like that.” I utter. “looks like i’m special.” Matt smiles from his words. I just shake my head playfully, “I guess so.” I laugh a bit.

End of Y/n’s POV

later on, you both were sitting there in the car as the movie played on the big screen. Matt wasn’t paying attention that much because all he could focus on was how nervous he was being right next to you. to be completely honest, he hasn’t taken out a girl before. he only cared about his friends and sports so he didn’t think he would have anytime for a relationship but, he just shook off the thoughts. he was just repaying you right? towards the end of the movie, you notice him glancing at you and you caught his eyes. you both sat there as you stared at each other while the movie played through the radio. Matt started to move his eyes to your lips, making you gulp. you two started to lean in slowly but stopped once you guys heard the car next to you start its engine.

you both move away from each other and laugh nervously. the drive home was painfully awkward. when you got home, you laid in bed and buried your face in your pillow. all you could think about now was, what if you guys kissed?

*time skip*

a few days pass, you could not get Matt off your mind. you knew he was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you just didn’t know what to do with these feelings. besides that near kiss, nothing else happened after. he did invite you to his lacrosse practice later after school.

‘come on. you can watch me practice and try to understand the game.’ - Matt

you stared at the note and thought about what to say. you had the same hesitation from when he asked you to go to the drive in. you gulp and start to write a response.

‘okay fine. i’ll come.’ - Y/n

the bell rings and he stands up grabbing his stuff, shortly after he grabs your hand walking out the classroom. you follow him as you look at the way your fingers entwined. you felt your cheeks turn pink from the gesture. you soon made it out to the grass field. he lets go of your hand and looks at you, “I got to put on my uniform but look out for number four okay?” he says smiling. you nod and smile back as he walks away.

you make your way up onto the bleachers as you sit down away from some people. when all the boys head out on the field, you immediately spot Matt in his number four jersey. you smile and see him point his stick at you which makes you giggle quietly. “hey Y/n.” you turn to see Nick join right next to you. “hi. you don’t play?” you ask. he shakes his head, “absolutely not. I cried and quit the first time I played.” you both laugh at his words.

as the boys started to practice, Nick started to explain the game to you. you were starting to understand the concept and how points work. by the time they finished, Nick claimed you as a pro. “you learn quickly!” he exclaims with a smile. “well, I did help him study. only fair for me to study the game.” you say laughing.

when you arrived home that day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him still. you sat on your bed as you started to think of ways to support him at the game tomorrow. you had the perfect idea.

*time skip*

you look at yourself in the school bathroom mirror as you smile. today was the day Matt has been anticipating. he was still thanking you all day that he gets to play today. which you kept repeatedly telling him to stop.

Matt

wish me luck today! I hope to hear you in the stands.

you smile at the text and reply.

Y/n

good luck Matt. also, I don’t know about that.

you head out the bathroom and make your way out to the bleachers. you wanted to be close to the front so Nick saved you a seat. “thank you for giving me one of his jerseys.” you say to Nick. “of course! he’s going to love seeing you in it.” he responds. you and Nick engage in conversation as he tells you child hood stories about the three of them. you two were laughing and getting along. “i’m so glad Matt started talking to you. I feel like none of us wanted to reach out to you because we thought you didn’t want anybody bothering you.” Nick lets out making you laugh softly.

you hear a person through the speakers introduce the team and you instantly switch your attention towards the field. the team runs out onto the field and everybody starts to cheer, including you.

Matt’s POV

when me and my team run out onto the field, I instantly search for Y/n in the stands. when I finally see her, I couldn’t help but notice her shirt. it was my jersey. it looked a little big on her and I laughed to myself. she looked amazing. I pointed my lacrosse stick at her and she just gave thumbs up with a smile. I definitely need to do good for her.

End of Matt’s POV

during the game, you were so focused on Matt that you started to realize how good he was. he was absolutely crushing everyone on the opposite team. it was down to the final countdown. you were at the edge of your seat with Nick as you guys watch Matt with the ball, he starts to run and push past the opponents as he throws the ball straight to the net, making the final goal. everybody stands up and cheer as you and Nick jump up and down. “let’s go Matt!” you yell out. you were so caught up in the moment you didn’t realize you really put yourself out there cheering for him. Matt takes off his helmet and runs towards the stands. you walk down the bleachers as he drops the stick and helmet onto the ground. you embrace him in a hug as he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up slightly.

“good job Matt!” you exclaim happily. “I couldn’t do it without you.” he says. it made your heart melt but you were also confused, “what do you mean?” you say pulling away smiling. “I was thinking about you the whole time. it was my motivation.” he says smiling. your heart started to beat fast. “Matt… that’s so sweet…” you say. he scratches the back of his neck shyly, “yeah…” he says. it was the same awkward feeling from the car ride home back from the drive in. “let me go change into my actual clothes and i’ll meet up with you in the parking lot okay?” he says. you nod and smile.

later on, you were standing in the parking lot as you waited. he eventually came out from the school building and greets you with a smile. you just stood there still feeling awkward. your feelings for him were growing stronger and you couldn’t take it anymore. “nice jersey by the way.” he says opening his trunk with a smile. “thank you very much.” you smile a bit. you watched him put his equipment in his trunk as he noticed your body language. “is something bothering you?” he asks shutting the trunk.

Y/n’s POV

my heart was racing. how do I tell him how I feel? “Y/n?” he speaks up looking at me with concern. “Matt… I don’t know how to put this into words.” I say quietly. he leans back on the car as he responds, “it’s okay. take your time.” I stand there and look away with a nervous laugh before looking back at him, “well… i’ve been feeling a certain way lately. ever since I met you, I knew there was something different about you. I mean you went out of your way to talk to me when no one else would.” I pause for a moment, I can’t believe i’m doing this, “remember when you said you’re special and I said I guess? well, it’s not I guess. it’s yes, you are special. i’m sorry if this is too much.” I stop myself. “no keep going.” he says with a reassuring smile. I let out a breath, “what i’m trying to say is…” I stop looking at my feet nervously before looking back up at him, “no one’s ever had me… not like you. like today, I didn’t even know I could cheer that loud. when we aren’t together, I constantly think about you and when I lay there, I can’t help but wonder if you feel the same.” I say.

he stands up straight getting off the car. “that’s actually crazy.” he says catching me off guard. “what?” I ask stunned. he laughs nervously before talking, “i’ve been feeling the same way Y/n. like I said earlier, you were my motivation the whole game. when we first started talking, I already felt like my heart was going to beat out my chest. when we went to the drive in, I should’ve just told you then. I was having these thoughts ever since. every day, I look forward to seeing you. that has never happened to me before. I feel the same way Y/n.” he says making me feel much more at ease. “you really mean that?” I ask with a slight smile. “of course I do Y/n.” he says grabbing my hands softly, interlocking them.

End of Y/n’s POV

“so what now Matt?” you ask looking into his eyes. “what do you think?” he asks with a smile. you stayed quiet for a bit before asking him a question, “are you gonna marry kiss or kill me?” he smiles at the familiar question, “for now, I think i’ll go with kiss.” he says pulling you in by your intertwined hands, unlocking them, placing his hands on your face kissing you softly. you place your arms around his neck as you tip toe yourself up to reach him better. he moves his hands down, wrapping his arms around your lower waist as he picks you up slightly, without breaking the kiss. you never would’ve imagined high school being like this. finally finding a boy who you knew you could give yourself to. you both continue to kiss, smiling in between kisses and eventually pulling away. you both had your foreheads touching as you both laughed softly in each other’s arms.

a/n: sorry if this is so long! likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated. - L 🤍

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 | 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— Sam, Kat, Colby and you are on the way back from an investigation

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— paranormal stuff, playful fighting,

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— Colby Brock x fem!reader

You were currently driving home from a haunted location. Colby was driving as Sam sat in the passenger seat next to him filming ever second of this trip.

You and Kat sat in the backseat together. She sat behind Sam while you sat behind Colby. Normally you wouldn’t sit on the right side of the car because the seatbelt was in an uncomfortable position on that side, but she insisted on sitting behind her boyfriend, so you just nodded.

You guys were still fighting over what you heard and saw in the hotel. Multiple grunts were heard and heavy footsteps reaching the outside door of the hotel were picked up by the camera. There were also a few droplets of blood along the way out of the hotel, which didn’t particularly put you at ease.

Now you were all safe and sound in the car driving back home to your cozy house. “I’m pretty sure it was a ghost”, Sam spoke up filming himself which made you chuckle.

The blond turned the camera to your face and you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m pretty sure it’s not”, you smirked at him seeing Colby glancing at you through the mirror out of your peripheral vision.

“Oh really?”, Colby smirked at you through the mirror before turning his gaze back upon the street. “Why’s that?”, Sam asked curiously smirking as well as Colby did before. He thought he knew the answer. Boy was he wrong.

“Ghosts don’t bleed”, you simply shrugged in response glancing back out the window after seeing Sam turn the camera back to set up on the dashboard.

“You know brother”, Colby turns briefly to look at Sam who glanced back. “She’s got a point there”, he admitted truthfully sending a smile your way which you returned.

“Whatever, Mr and Mrs smarty pans”, Sam huffed grumpily crossing his arms over his chest like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

“I didn’t know you two were married”, Kat exclaimed giggling which seemed to lighten her boyfriends mood. You head snapped towards her.

She played along with Sam even though you two were probably right about the whole ghost not ghost thing at the hotel.

“We’re not married and we’re not going to!”, both you and Colby exclaimed in unison before glancing at each other with a slight glare.

You huffed. “Hey! I’m pretty hot and adorable”, you crossed your arms over you chest speaking to Colby as he had just said he wouldn’t marry you.

“And I’m handsome and funny, so why won’t you marry me?”, he asked in return frowning slightly glancing back at the street.

“Same question goes for you!”, you answered frowning at him and his stupid behaviour. You heard Kat chuckle from beside you while she glanced between you two every so often.

“I asked first”, Colby argued with you shaking his head and refusing to answer the question himself as he demanded an answer from you first.

“And I asked second!”, you argued back smirking as you saw him scoff in annoyance rolling his eyes at you through the mirror.

Sam sighed while Kat began speaking in a hushed tone towards her boyfriend. “See what I mean? They are made for each other”, she whispered to him and he nodded slightly.

“You two even fight like an old married couple!”, Kat said louder for you both to hear which made both you and Colby roll your eyes playfully at her.