mattsdiva

[mattsdiva]

THIS IS SO CUTE

Fresh Shave - M.S.

"can i help you?" or... the one where you live for all the little domestic moments with matt, like helping him shave his face. warnings: nothing! cute little fluff fic! i just love this photo of him idk word count: 632 a/n: requested by anon! dividers by @cursed-carmine!

you loved your cute life with matt. you romanticized every part of it that you possibly could, loving that he matched your energy every step of the way. blessed truly was the word for it. you were incredibly lucky that you had ended up with such a perfect person.

it wasn't all joyous, of course, but it was always very domestic in your home. neither of you made any attempt to ever overshadow the other, and your relationship flowed easily. your favorite parts were the soft, quiet, intimate moments between you two.

they weren't always sexual, in fact, they most often weren't. it was the times when you spent a night just laying in bed together, discussing your future while you trailed your fingers up and down matt's arms, or the ones where you woke up to find him making breakfast for you, humming in the kitchen, and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

or even ones like now, where he was seated atop the kitchen counter, your hands covered in shaving cream as you lathered it onto his face.

"i need to shave."

you'd looked up in surprise, and the smallest bit of disappointment as you processed the words that had fallen from matt's mouth. you loved the way he looked with facial hair, and hated to see him cut it off.

"yeah?"

he hummed a quiet yes at your question, rubbing his chin and glancing into his phone camera.

"mhm. it's getting too scratchy. i'm not a fan anymore."

"can i help you?"

he turned, a curious look on his face.

"what, shave?"

you nodded, clear that you weren't joking.

he shrugged.

"sure, i don't see why not."

you were slightly taller than matt, only by a few inches, so he'd sat on the counter to be a good level with your face. you gently rubbed the shaving cream onto his face, squeezing his cheeks into a duck face and laughing at his unamused expression.

"come on, you gotta let me have a little fun!"

he rolled his eyes, a smile cracking through.

"how short do you want it? completely gone? a little stubble left?"

"stubble is fine. i'm getting my license renewed tomorrow, i need to at least look like i've aged a few years since being sixteen."

you giggled, bringing the razor up to his face.

"you know you have a baby face when you're shaved, that's why you want a little left."

he scowled at you, but couldn't hide the twinkle in his eyes that told you he didn't mean it.

"you just be careful. don't cut me."

you grinned to yourself as you gently shaved his face, careful to not take it all off, or make it patchy anywhere on his skin. under his chin was a little more difficult, and he hissed in slight pain as you caught a sensitive area.

"sorry, baby. i didn't mean to do that."

he shook his head once you'd pulled the razor away.

"it's okay. should've warned you about that spot. it's always more sensitive."

you quickly finished up, your light handiwork getting him the exact shave he wanted as you let him hop off the counter, turning around to wash his face as you washed off the razor.

he smiled in the mirror, turning to face you. he leaned in, kissing your cheek before wrapping an arm around you.

"thank you baby."

you poked him in the side teasingly.

"maybe it's a good thing you shaved. it's nice to not get rug burn from your kisses."

you giggled at his shocked expression, only teasing him.

"hey!"

you darted out of the bathroom, avoiding whatever retort was coming next. you heard him quickly follow, and your laughing gave you away.

yeah, your life with matt was pretty good.

[mattsdiva]

I think abt this everyday..

[mattsdiva]

Let’s just get you warm

Toughguy!matt x sunshine reader

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

Find all parts here!!

It’s been a few weeks since everything with Matt but it was different, Matt Moved seats now you sat with some girl who talked to you it was weird you didn’t like it.

Matt had been avoiding you no matter how hard you tried he’d put the volume to his music as loud as possible.

It was raining hard. No umbrella, your hoodie now wet You stood at the edge of the school parking lot watching as everyone scrambled for their rides or popped open umbrellas. Except for one person, matt.

He had his hood up, earbuds in, skateboard in hand and hallway down the side walk.

You sucked in a breath before running down the hill, your backpack bounced against your back, the rain coming down cold and hard.

��Matt!” you called, loud enough to catch his attention but not loud enough to get him to stop. He kept walking.

The whole way down the block you followed behind him fists tightening at your sides. Your shoes squelched with every step, the wet denim of your jeans sticking to your legs.

Finally, when you reached the corner near his street, something in you snapped. Your voice came out sharper than you meant it to. “If this is because of that night when you were drunk—”

He turned slow, His face was unreadable. Lips pressed tight. Jaw flexed like he was biting back every word he wanted to say. “It’s not” you blinked at him confused. “Then what the fuck is it!” Your hands drop to your sides

A silence crept between them. “Let’s just get you warm and dry..” Like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t been going crazy trying to figure him out for weeks.

He turned and started walking toward his street, slower this time like he expected you to follow. The walk to his house was quiet. Awkward. Your wet sneakers slapped against the pavement with every step, the sound mixing with the rain and the occasional rumble of a passing car.

Matt didn’t speak again. He didn’t even glance back to make sure you were still behind him, but he also didn’t walk so fast that you’d fall too far behind either.

When you finally reached his house, he fumbled with the key for a second before pushing the front door open.

The blast of warm air from inside hit you instantly, making the cold bite of your wet clothes feel even worse.

“Shoes off,” he said quickly already kicking his own sneakers to the side by the door. He pulled his hoodie over his head, shaking out his hair again like he couldn’t stand the feeling of it sticking to his neck.

You awkwardly took your shoes off, feeling gross and sticky and… weird.

“We’re home!” Matt called toward the stairs halfheartedly just loud enough so no one freaked out seeing you suddenly appear in their living room.

You heard some noise upstairs probably Nick or Chris but no one came down.

Matt disappeared down the hallway without another word, leaving you standing awkwardly in the front entry, dripping onto the tile floor.

A second later, he came back, holding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely way too big for you.

“Here,” he said, tossing them at you without meeting your eyes. “You’re not walking around soaked.”

You caught them clumsily, your hands cold and stiff. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”

You nodded, still swallowing questions that burned your throat more than the cold did. Once inside the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes with shaky hands. Everything clung to your skin like it didn’t want to let go. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror flushed cheeks, dripping hair, eyes tired and puffy from how little you’d been sleeping lately.

His hoodie you recognize it, he wears it all the time a little to much, it smelt like weed, and laundry detergent. His sweats big but you tied them just enough for them to fall down.

You step out the bathroom, the hallway now felt colder than before. You seen Matt’s room, the door opened.

You walk over there, he’s laid on his bed a book in his hand. He was now in dry clothes he hadn’t noticed you till you walked in.

“Matt.. what do I do with my wet clothes?” he places his book mark and closes the book. He stands up “just leave it I’ll deal with it later cmon” you follow him to the kitchen.

You sit on the island counter while he grabs two hot coco packets and heats up milk. the beeping from the microwave breaking the silence “here” he slides the mug of hot coco to you.

Matt stayed standing across from you, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest like he needed some sort of barrier between you both.

The kitchen light buzzed softly, flickering like it couldn’t decide whether to stay on or give out completely. The rain hit the windows harder now, like it was trying to make up for all the awkward silence hanging between you two.

You took a small sip, your throat still raw.

“This is weird,” you finally said, voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “You acting like this.”

Matt’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, then quickly dropped back down to the floor. He let out a dry, humorless laugh through his nose. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.”

You stared at him, fingers tightening around the mug. “You moved seats, Matt. You won’t look at me at school. You won’t talk to me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck like the words physically made him itch. “I don’t know. I just… can’t sit next to you right now.”

You blinked. “Why?” His mouth opened like he was going to answer, but then he shut it again, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t hate you,” he said finally, voice low and rushed. “I never hated you.” “Then why does it feel like you do?”

Silence.

You slid off the counter, your wet socks sticking awkwardly to the tile as you took a hesitant step closer. “Matt… that night… you asked me to stay. I stayed. You were drunk, you were a mess, and I didn’t leave. And now it’s like you’re punishing me for it.” His whole body stiffened at that.

You watched the muscle in his jaw clench tight. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor, like if he just stared hard enough it would swallow him whole.

“I’m not punishing you,” he said, almost too quiet to hear. “Then what are you doing?”

He let out a long, shaky breath, finally dragging his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were darker than usual, like all the bottled-up words and feelings were sitting right there, just under the surface. “I’m trying to not make shit worse,” he said. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Your heart caught in your throat. “Worse how?”You took another step toward him, your heart beating way too fast for your own comfort.

Matt laughed under his breath again this bitter, self-loathing sound. “I don’t even know. Saying something stupid. Doing something dumb. I don’t know how to be around you right now without screwing everything up.”

“You being like this? Ignoring me like I don’t exist? That’s screwing it up more than anything else.”

For a second, he just stood there… staring at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Like every word that could’ve come out would’ve made things worse.

Then finally, voice low and wrecked and way too soft—“I know.”

It hung in the air between you like an apology… but not quite. Neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed too loud. You didn’t know what you expected next. An explanation. A breakdown. Something.

But instead, Matt pushed off the counter and turned toward the cabinets, grabbing another packet of hot chocolate like that somehow solved everything. “Just… drink your cocoa,” he muttered, shaking the packet open with trembling fingers. “You’re still cold.”

And as you stood there, heart aching and hands shaking, you realized something awful. This was the closest to “caring” he was willing to show right now.

A/N: sooo happy I got his part outtt !! I’ll be taking a break from writing to feel free send send asks or any request you have for this au!! Also if u wanna be added to my Taglist let me know!!

Taglist - @bernardsbendystraws s @kenah-sturniolo @devotedlyteenagemusic @sarahsturnn @courta13 @kahlidosenotread @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattspillowprincess @sturns-mermaid @iluvchr1s @chrepsi @lifecansmd

[mattsdiva]

Its 4 am im supposed to hang out with my bestfriend tmr and i wont have energy to give her ☹️

[mattsdiva]

Madison beers new single was gooooddd can’t wait for her albulm!!!

[mattsdiva]

This might be tmi but I think I might be allergic to deodorant 😥😭

Uhm how are you gonna smell good.

[mattsdiva]

Let’s just get you warm

Toughguy!matt x sunshine reader

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

Find all parts here!!

It’s been a few weeks since everything with Matt but it was different, Matt Moved seats now you sat with some girl who talked to you it was weird you didn’t like it.

Matt had been avoiding you no matter how hard you tried he’d put the volume to his music as loud as possible.

It was raining hard. No umbrella, your hoodie now wet You stood at the edge of the school parking lot watching as everyone scrambled for their rides or popped open umbrellas. Except for one person, matt.

He had his hood up, earbuds in, skateboard in hand and hallway down the side walk.

You sucked in a breath before running down the hill, your backpack bounced against your back, the rain coming down cold and hard.

“Matt!” you called, loud enough to catch his attention but not loud enough to get him to stop. He kept walking.

The whole way down the block you followed behind him fists tightening at your sides. Your shoes squelched with every step, the wet denim of your jeans sticking to your legs.

Finally, when you reached the corner near his street, something in you snapped. Your voice came out sharper than you meant it to. “If this is because of that night when you were drunk—”

He turned slow, His face was unreadable. Lips pressed tight. Jaw flexed like he was biting back every word he wanted to say. “It’s not” you blinked at him confused. “Then what the fuck is it!” Your hands drop to your sides

A silence crept between them. “Let’s just get you warm and dry..” Like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t been going crazy trying to figure him out for weeks.

He turned and started walking toward his street, slower this time like he expected you to follow. The walk to his house was quiet. Awkward. Your wet sneakers slapped against the pavement with every step, the sound mixing with the rain and the occasional rumble of a passing car.

Matt didn’t speak again. He didn’t even glance back to make sure you were still behind him, but he also didn’t walk so fast that you’d fall too far behind either.

When you finally reached his house, he fumbled with the key for a second before pushing the front door open.

The blast of warm air from inside hit you instantly, making the cold bite of your wet clothes feel even worse.

“Shoes off,” he said quickly already kicking his own sneakers to the side by the door. He pulled his hoodie over his head, shaking out his hair again like he couldn’t stand the feeling of it sticking to his neck.

You awkwardly took your shoes off, feeling gross and sticky and… weird.

“We’re home!” Matt called toward the stairs halfheartedly just loud enough so no one freaked out seeing you suddenly appear in their living room.

You heard some noise upstairs probably Nick or Chris but no one came down.

Matt disappeared down the hallway without another word, leaving you standing awkwardly in the front entry, dripping onto the tile floor.

A second later, he came back, holding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely way too big for you.

“Here,” he said, tossing them at you without meeting your eyes. “You’re not walking around soaked.”

You caught them clumsily, your hands cold and stiff. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”

You nodded, still swallowing questions that burned your throat more than the cold did. Once inside the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes with shaky hands. Everything clung to your skin like it didn’t want to let go. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror flushed cheeks, dripping hair, eyes tired and puffy from how little you’d been sleeping lately.

His hoodie you recognize it, he wears it all the time a little to much, it smelt like weed, and laundry detergent. His sweats big but you tied them just enough for them to fall down.

You step out the bathroom, the hallway now felt colder than before. You seen Matt’s room, the door opened.

You walk over there, he’s laid on his bed a book in his hand. He was now in dry clothes he hadn’t noticed you till you walked in.

“Matt.. what do I do with my wet clothes?” he places his book mark and closes the book. He stands up “just leave it I’ll deal with it later cmon” you follow him to the kitchen.

You sit on the island counter while he grabs two hot coco packets and heats up milk. the beeping from the microwave breaking the silence “here” he slides the mug of hot coco to you.

Matt stayed standing across from you, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest like he needed some sort of barrier between you both.

The kitchen light buzzed softly, flickering like it couldn’t decide whether to stay on or give out completely. The rain hit the windows harder now, like it was trying to make up for all the awkward silence hanging between you two.

You took a small sip, your throat still raw.

“This is weird,” you finally said, voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “You acting like this.”

Matt’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, then quickly dropped back down to the floor. He let out a dry, humorless laugh through his nose. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.”

You stared at him, fingers tightening around the mug. “You moved seats, Matt. You won’t look at me at school. You won’t talk to me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck like the words physically made him itch. “I don’t know. I just… can’t sit next to you right now.”

You blinked. “Why?” His mouth opened like he was going to answer, but then he shut it again, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t hate you,” he said finally, voice low and rushed. “I never hated you.” “Then why does it feel like you do?”

Silence.

You slid off the counter, your wet socks sticking awkwardly to the tile as you took a hesitant step closer. “Matt… that night… you asked me to stay. I stayed. You were drunk, you were a mess, and I didn’t leave. And now it’s like you’re punishing me for it.” His whole body stiffened at that.

You watched the muscle in his jaw clench tight. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor, like if he just stared hard enough it would swallow him whole.

“I’m not punishing you,” he said, almost too quiet to hear. “Then what are you doing?”

He let out a long, shaky breath, finally dragging his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were darker than usual, like all the bottled-up words and feelings were sitting right there, just under the surface. “I’m trying to not make shit worse,” he said. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Your heart caught in your throat. “Worse how?”You took another step toward him, your heart beating way too fast for your own comfort.

Matt laughed under his breath again this bitter, self-loathing sound. “I don’t even know. Saying something stupid. Doing something dumb. I don’t know how to be around you right now without screwing everything up.”

“You being like this? Ignoring me like I don’t exist? That’s screwing it up more than anything else.”

For a second, he just stood there… staring at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Like every word that could’ve come out would’ve made things worse.

Then finally, voice low and wrecked and way too soft—“I know.”

It hung in the air between you like an apology… but not quite. Neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed too loud. You didn’t know what you expected next. An explanation. A breakdown. Something.

But instead, Matt pushed off the counter and turned toward the cabinets, grabbing another packet of hot chocolate like that somehow solved everything. “Just… drink your cocoa,” he muttered, shaking the packet open with trembling fingers. “You’re still cold.”

And as you stood there, heart aching and hands shaking, you realized something awful. This was the closest to “caring” he was willing to show right now.

A/N: sooo happy I got his part outtt !! I’ll be taking a break from writing to feel free send send asks or any request you have for this au!! Also if u wanna be added to my Taglist let me know!!

Taglist - @bernardsbendystraws s @kenah-sturniolo @devotedlyteenagemusic @sarahsturnn @courta13 @kahlidosenotread @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattspillowprincess @sturns-mermaid @iluvchr1s @chrepsi @lifecansmd

[mattsdiva]

so so excited for madison’s song tonight😆

[mattsdiva]

New part of tough guy Matt out now!!

[mattsdiva]

LET ME READ I GICE GOOD ADVICE

I’m sorry but-.. your writing is officially better than my own

NO DUDE ITS NOT

Anddd the little snippet you gave me of growing old with you part 4 was hellaaa gooddd

[mattsdiva]

I’m sorry but-.. your writing is officially better than my own

NO DUDE ITS NOT

Anddd the little snippet you gave me of growing old with you part 4 was hellaaa gooddd

[mattsdiva]

Let’s just get you warm

Toughguy!matt x sunshine reader

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

Find all parts here!!

It’s been a few weeks since everything with Matt but it was different, Matt Moved seats now you sat with some girl who talked to you it was weird you didn’t like it.

Matt had been avoiding you no matter how hard you tried he’d put the volume to his music as loud as possible.

It was raining hard. No umbrella, your hoodie now wet You stood at the edge of the school parking lot watching as everyone scrambled for their rides or popped open umbrellas. Except for one person, matt.

He had his hood up, earbuds in, skateboard in hand and hallway down the side walk.

You sucked in a breath before running down the hill, your backpack bounced against your back, the rain coming down cold and hard.

“Matt!” you called, loud enough to catch his attention but not loud enough to get him to stop. He kept walking.

The whole way down the block you followed behind him fists tightening at your sides. Your shoes squelched with every step, the wet denim of your jeans sticking to your legs.

Finally, when you reached the corner near his street, something in you snapped. Your voice came out sharper than you meant it to. “If this is because of that night when you were drunk—”

He turned slow, His face was unreadable. Lips pressed tight. Jaw flexed like he was biting back every word he wanted to say. “It’s not” you blinked at him confused. “Then what the fuck is it!” Your hands drop to your sides

A silence crept between them. “Let’s just get you warm and dry..” Like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t been going crazy trying to figure him out for weeks.

He turned and started walking toward his street, slower this time like he expected you to follow. The walk to his house was quiet. Awkward. Your wet sneakers slapped against the pavement with every step, the sound mixing with the rain and the occasional rumble of a passing car.

Matt didn’t speak again. He didn’t even glance back to make sure you were still behind him, but he also didn’t walk so fast that you’d fall too far behind either.

When you finally reached his house, he fumbled with the key for a second before pushing the front door open.

The blast of warm air from inside hit you instantly, making the cold bite of your wet clothes feel even worse.

“Shoes off,” he said quickly already kicking his own sneakers to the side by the door. He pulled his hoodie over his head, shaking out his hair again like he couldn’t stand the feeling of it sticking to his neck.

You awkwardly took your shoes off, feeling gross and sticky and… weird.

“We’re home!” Matt called toward the stairs halfheartedly just loud enough so no one freaked out seeing you suddenly appear in their living room.

You heard some noise upstairs probably Nick or Chris but no one came down.

Matt disappeared down the hallway without another word, leaving you standing awkwardly in the front entry, dripping onto the tile floor.

A second later, he came back, holding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely way too big for you.

“Here,” he said, tossing them at you without meeting your eyes. “You’re not walking around soaked.”

You caught them clumsily, your hands cold and stiff. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”

You nodded, still swallowing questions that burned your throat more than the cold did. Once inside the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes with shaky hands. Everything clung to your skin like it didn’t want to let go. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror flushed cheeks, dripping hair, eyes tired and puffy from how little you’d been sleeping lately.

His hoodie you recognize it, he wears it all the time a little to much, it smelt like weed, and laundry detergent. His sweats big but you tied them just enough for them to fall down.

You step out the bathroom, the hallway now felt colder than before. You seen Matt’s room, the door opened.

You walk over there, he’s laid on his bed a book in his hand. He was now in dry clothes he hadn’t noticed you till you walked in.

“Matt.. what do I do with my wet clothes?” he places his book mark and closes the book. He stands up “just leave it I’ll deal with it later cmon” you follow him to the kitchen.

You sit on the island counter while he grabs two hot coco packets and heats up milk. the beeping from the microwave breaking the silence “here” he slides the mug of hot coco to you.

Matt stayed standing across from you, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest like he needed some sort of barrier between you both.

The kitchen light buzzed softly, flickering like it couldn’t decide whether to stay on or give out completely. The rain hit the windows harder now, like it was trying to make up for all the awkward silence hanging between you two.

You took a small sip, your throat still raw.

“This is weird,” you finally said, voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “You acting like this.”

Matt’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, then quickly dropped back down to the floor. He let out a dry, humorless laugh through his nose. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.”

You stared at him, fingers tightening around the mug. “You moved seats, Matt. You won’t look at me at school. You won’t talk to me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck like the words physically made him itch. “I don’t know. I just… can’t sit next to you right now.”

You blinked. “Why?” His mouth opened like he was going to answer, but then he shut it again, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t hate you,” he said finally, voice low and rushed. “I never hated you.” “Then why does it feel like you do?”

Silence.

You slid off the counter, your wet socks sticking awkwardly to the tile as you took a hesitant step closer. “Matt… that night… you asked me to stay. I stayed. You were drunk, you were a mess, and I didn’t leave. And now it’s like you’re punishing me for it.” His whole body stiffened at that.

You watched the muscle in his jaw clench tight. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor, like if he just stared hard enough it would swallow him whole.

“I’m not punishing you,” he said, almost too quiet to hear. “Then what are you doing?”

He let out a long, shaky breath, finally dragging his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were darker than usual, like all the bottled-up words and feelings were sitting right there, just under the surface. “I’m trying to not make shit worse,” he said. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Your heart caught in your throat. “Worse how?”You took another step toward him, your heart beating way too fast for your own comfort.

Matt laughed under his breath again this bitter, self-loathing sound. “I don’t even know. Saying something stupid. Doing something dumb. I don’t know how to be around you right now without screwing everything up.”

“You being like this? Ignoring me like I don’t exist? That’s screwing it up more than anything else.”

For a second, he just stood there… staring at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Like every word that could’ve come out would’ve made things worse.

Then finally, voice low and wrecked and way too soft—“I know.”

It hung in the air between you like an apology… but not quite. Neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed too loud. You didn’t know what you expected next. An explanation. A breakdown. Something.

But instead, Matt pushed off the counter and turned toward the cabinets, grabbing another packet of hot chocolate like that somehow solved everything. “Just… drink your cocoa,” he muttered, shaking the packet open with trembling fingers. “You’re still cold.”

And as you stood there, heart aching and hands shaking, you realized something awful. This was the closest to “caring” he was willing to show right now.

A/N: sooo happy I got his part outtt !! I’ll be taking a break from writing to feel free send send asks or any request you have for this au!! Also if u wanna be added to my Taglist let me know!!

Taglist - @bernardsbendystraws s @kenah-sturniolo @devotedlyteenagemusic @sarahsturnn @courta13 @kahlidosenotread @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattspillowprincess @sturns-mermaid @iluvchr1s @chrepsi @lifecansmd

[mattsdiva]

I jinxed it she called me 🥲 and it’s always so akwarddd

HEYYY ROSEEE HOWS YOUR DAYY BEEN 😊😊

HI OMG!!! it’s been busy as fuck 😭😭😭 and i’m tired and i just wanna rot with my dog and do some self care lol. but how’s urs cutie??? anything fun???

[mattsdiva]

God is scared for the day I become an adult 😀

I’ve been bed rotting all day.. but tmr I’m gonna hang out w my best friend idk what where gonna go thooo and than I have my fuckin therapy call in the 5 minutes 😭😭 but rn my moms at work so ima help out and clean up a bit (I hate cleaning and with my adhd it’s gonna take me a sec)

HEYYY ROSEEE HOWS YOUR DAYY BEEN 😊😊

HI OMG!!! it’s been busy as fuck 😭😭😭 and i’m tired and i just wanna rot with my dog and do some self care lol. but how’s urs cutie??? anything fun???

[mattsdiva]

I HATE MEN AUGH *I say as I just got out of a relationship*💔

I HATE MEN TO (I’ve never pulled any boy I’ve liked)

[mattsdiva]

Guys I beg beg beg for any asks or anything abt my tough guy! Matt au 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[mattsdiva]

everything i do is for you | c.s

— chris sturniolo x fem! reader

— warnings: heavy angst, infidelity (dont do this plz), gaslighting/emotional neglect, betrayal, symbolic imagery, emotional manipulation (implied), emotional detachment, marriage themes, 2nd person pov, unresolved ending

You gave him everything. Held the relationship together with scraped knees and bruised pride. Cooked, cleaned, worked, loved—with no limits. You even wore his wedding ring around your neck like a vow. But all it took was a giggle behind a closed door and the scent of someone else’s perfume to realize… He was never fighting for you the way you fought for him.

word count: 950

You started noticing the little things.

The silence after “I love you.” The way he flinched when your hand grazed his.

How he used to leave voice memos just to tell you he missed you—but now you’re lucky if he even texts back.

You told yourself it was stress. work, meetings, life—he had a lot on his plate. You swallowed the lump in your throat every night when he came home smelling like a cologne that wasn’t his. Lip gloss that wasn’t yours.

You weren’t stupid, just in love. Dangerously, blindly, stupidly in love.

The night before it happened, you made his favorite dinner. Lasagna. Garlic knots. Playlist of every song that reminded you of your first year together. You even wore the hoodie he always said made you look like home.

He came in late. Eyes half-lidded. Hands in his pockets. Didn’t even look at the table.

“You’re still up?” he asked, like it was an inconvenience.

You forced a smile. “Yeah. I thought we could eat together. You haven’t really been around.”

Chris scratched the back of his neck. “I’m tired. I already grabbed something.”

You blinked. “You already…? But I cooked—”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

That one? That one landed in your chest like a bullet.

You stood frozen, eyes darting to the untouched plates. “Right. Yeah. I guess you didn’t.”

He didn’t even say goodnight. Just disappeared into the bedroom, door closing softly behind him. Not slammed. Not locked. Softly. Like he was trying not to wake a stranger he didn’t love anymore.

You didn’t sleep. You stayed on the couch, curled into the throw blanket he bought you your first Christmas together. Back when he used to see you. Back when the fights were small and the makeups were soft and he looked at you like you were the only person on Earth.

You stared at the ceiling and let it eat you alive:

Was it something I did?

Did I stop being enough?

Did he ever really mean it?

The next day. You left work early. Something in your gut told you to go home. The hallway smelled like her perfume. Floral. Sugary. Fake. 

The second your key turned in the lock, you heard it—a giggle. Not yours, not his. Hers.

You stepped inside. The laughter stopped. Chris’s voice, muffled. Sheets rustling. Panic.

Then—quiet.

You walked into your bedroom and found her sitting on top of him, like your absence had created a vacancy she was all too happy to fill. 

She grabbed the blanket to cover herself. Chris scrambles like a goddamn deer in headlights, yanking on boxers as if modesty could erase what you’d just seen.

You didn’t scream. Not at first. You just said, calmly:

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

She ran. Scrambling for her clothes like she wasn’t meant to be seen.

But he didn’t move. Just stood there, looking at you like maybe this was some kind of nightmare he could wake up from. And you? You laughed. Just once. Bitter and sharp like glass in your throat.

“Wait—baby—please—let me explain—”

You hold up a hand, laugh bitterly. “Explain? What? That you brought her here? Into our home? Into the bed we spent five years in?”

He stutters, guilt etched across his features. But you don’t need answers.

You need release.

“Excuse me?” you say, voice cracking. “I do everything for you. I bleed for you, Chris. I slaved away cooking and cleaning, paying the bills, the mortgage—” your hand gestures wildly around the house like it’s proof of your suffering, your devotion. “And you have the audacity to call me clingy? Overbearing? Needy?”

His mouth opens. Closes. Useless.

“You… you have some fucking nerve.”

The tears come hot and fast, but they fuel the fire rather than put it out.

“And on top of that,” you hiss, stepping closer as your voice turns razor-sharp, “you throw away five years together for some… some whore who probably doesn’t even know your middle name.”

Chris flinches, eyes shining with tears, but you’re too far gone to care.

“I can’t believe you,” you breathe, your chest rising rapidly. “I can’t believe I put so much love and effort into us just for you to stab me in the back. I gave up jobs, family, weekends, myself, just so you could chase your stupid little dreams and feel safe coming home. I fought for us.”

You laugh, hollow and cold. “All the sacrifices I made… for you. Everything I do—everything I ever did—was for you.”

Silence.

Chris steps forward. “I messed up. I know. But I love y—”

“No.” You take a step back like he burned you. “You don’t. You don’t get to say that anymore.”

Your voice drops to a whisper now. Tired. Broken.

“I loved you enough for the both of us. But it was never enough, was it?”

Your fingers drift lower, brushing the delicate chain resting just above your heart.

You hesitate.

Then unclip the clasp.

The wedding ring—his, yours, both, it doesn’t even matter anymore—slides into your palm, warm from your skin but cold with betrayal.

You stare at it for a second too long.

“I wore this every day,” you whisper.

“Even when I hated you. Even when I knew something was wrong. I kept it on because I believed it still meant something.”

You hurl it at his chest. It hits him. Clinks to the floor.

“Now it just feels like a lie.”

Your collarbone feels bare. Wrong. Unfamiliar.

You rub at the phantom ache the chain left behind like you’re trying to scrub the memory of him off your skin.

And then, quietly, you walk out—slamming the door behind you.

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