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lexaslibrary
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hi, i’m alexandra but you can call me lexa, i write fanfics about the sturniolo triplets, mainly matt and chris. asks always open!hope u have a beautiful day! 🖤tiktok: ykimlexa
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lexaslibrary · 1 day ago
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introducing…
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paneragirl!reader
maddie. 21. works at panera bread. iced matcha & cold coffee. fresh and healthy lifestyle. sage green & light blue or just light colors in general. skincare. flowers. artist & writer in her free time. candles. spring & warm weather. loves animals and has a cat. yoga & pilates or just taking care of herself in general.
best paired with…
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regularcustomer!matt
matt. 21. maddie’s favorite customer. always gets the same thing & sits at the same booth. burgundy & navy blue or just dark colors in general. fall & cold weather. loves animals. artist & writer in his free time. root beer. goes to the gym sometimes and used to play hockey.
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a/n: ayeee been thinking about doing this for a whilee!! this will definitely become a series and an au, but unfortunately i don’t think i will post regarding this until i finish my writing marathon!
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lexaslibrary · 2 days ago
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theme is SO cute and def Bow!coded!!!!
thank you so much lovely! been loving your au so much that i had to!!
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lexaslibrary · 2 days ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WRITING MARATHON
birds in the trap sing mcknight - T$
now playing: ▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|၊•
sweet sweet [0:01-3:42]
- all the ways bf!matt tells you how much he loves you
warnings: just some sfw and nsfw headcanons! let me know if i missed something!
a/n: this is first work that includes partial smut (scareddd), english is not my first language, other than that, enjoy!
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SFW
he tells you by… always wanting physical attention and affection
he tells you by… using words of affirmation as his love language
he tells you by… not being ashamed of loving you loudly and in public
he tells you by… always wanting to be with you
he tells you by… letting you be clingy even though he swears he hates when people are too close or touchy
he tells you by… writing love letters and drawing things that remember him of you
he tells you by… always looking out for you
he tells you by… holding your hand and comforting you when he know you feel overwhelmed
he tells you by… not even looking at the price when he’s buying gifts of paying dates because he knows you’re worth more than any amount
he tells you by… memorizing your favorite songs just so he can sing them (badly) to make you laugh or (in rare cases) listen to them with you
he tells you by… bragging about you to literally everyone
he tells you by… getting flustered when you compliment him but never shutting up when it’s his turn to praise you
he tells you by… saving every little thing you give him, from silly notes to big gifts
he tells you by… staying up late just to hear about your day, even if he’s exhausted
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he tells you by… choosing to hold your hand even when the way he’s thrusting into you seems nothing like loving
he tells you by… worshipping you
he tells you by…taking his time with you (even though he’s not one to pass up a quickie)
he tells you by… not being embarrassed of being a switch when he’s needy enough
he tells you by… telling you how good you’re doing and how amazing you feel
he tells you by… making you look at yourself in the mirror while he hits and whispering things like “see how pretty you look while taking this dick?”
he tells you by… making love to you, of course
he tells you by… kissing and touching every inch of you he can reach
he tells you by… looking into your eyes when he sinks into you
he tells you by… always preferring positions when he can see the most of you, especially your face
he tells you by… never skipping aftercare
he tells you by… stopping immediately if he sees even one little sign you’re not enjoying it
he tells you by… whispering sweet nothings into your ear
he tells you by… prioritizing your pleasure over his
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a/n: kinda nervous tbh (new theme btw!!)
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lexaslibrary · 2 days ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ take a seat, pick your book ✧.*
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Bookshelf Navigation ₊˚⋅* ‧₊
°.• lexa’s library °.• library members °.• about lexa and lexa’s library °.• lexa’s tapes °.•
new theme partially inspired by @bernardsbendystraws bow!reader x matt AU!
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lexaslibrary · 4 days ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WRITING MARATHON
birds in the trap sing mcknight - T$
now playing: ▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|၊•
pick up the phone [0:01-4:12]
“pick up the phone, baby
i know you’re home, baby”
- 1 lost call, 7 voicemails from childhoodbsf!matt
warnings: confessions, maybe jealousy?, let me know if i missed something!
a/n: i do not own the rights to childhoodbsf!matt so if you do let me know, english it’s not my first language, other than that, enjoy!!
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“The person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message after the tone.”
voicemail 1 [1:58 AM]
“umh hey, it’s matt.” silence “everything okay? you always pick up when i’m calling.” he smiles even though you can’t see it “is it only me or you care about anyone like this?” beep.
voicemail 2 [2:02]
“you know i care about you too, right? like, a lot.” he flopped onto his bed and stretched out. “like i can’t seem to find anyone else i care about the way i care about you.”
he exhales “you kind of broke me.” beep.
voicemail 3 [2:13]
“so, what’s up with that guy from last night? jack—wait, jason? or jake? i’m terrible with names.” low sigh.
“the one who asked for your number at the bar. did he text you? did you reply? did he actually ask you to be his girlfriend or something?” beep.
voicemail 4 [2:14]
“am i wrong for hoping he didn’t?” another pause, like he’s reflecting “because honestly, i don’t know… i guess part of me wishes it was someone else asking—someone who actually means something, you know?”
“i’m not saying he doesn’t mean it, but he doesn’t know you enough to want something serious. he doesn’t know you like i do.”
another sigh
“but hey, maybe that’s just me being selfish. i don’t want to mess things up between us — it’s just… hard sometimes.” beep.
voicemail 5 [2:31]
he let out a quiet sigh. “maybe it sounds dumb, but sometimes i catch myself thinking about you. but i don’t know if it’s like a good friend way.”
silence
“i think i’m falling for you. like, really falling — the kind that hurts so much it might break me.” noise of sheets ruffling, like he’s turning over.
“but you wouldn’t, right? you’re so nice and pretty and funny and sweet and—you wouldn’t do me like that.”
“would you?” beep.
voicemail 6 [2:34]
“you know, you’re the kind of pretty that makes it really hard to pay attention when you talk. like, really hard. i get distracted every single time.” quiet laugh. “but i love your voice, and i really do try to listen.”
“i don’t say it enough, but it messes with me more than i probably should admit.” pause “makes me wonder what i did that made me deserve you.” beep.
voicemail 7 [2:36]
“it sucks that you can’t answer right now. i miss you, just want to hear your pretty voice.”
he lets out a noise that soundscapes way too similar to a sob.
“i just hope i didn’t mess up everything.”
“i love you.”
beep.
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a/n: literally the cutest
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lexaslibrary · 9 days ago
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WRITING MARATHON
birds in the trap sing mcknight - T$
now playing: ▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|၊•
guidance [0:01-3:27]
“I was down bad, now I’m outta town, and I wonder if your friends are all fine now.”
- everything was quiet after chris broke up with you. everything feels heavy, so he goes to a party to forget. the music is too loud, the lights are soft, and time feels strange — fast, then slow, then gone. he ends up talking to a girl through the night like it’s not real. maybe they said a lot. maybe they said nothing.
warnings: derealization, fever dreams, let me know if i missed something!
a/n: i’m so excited for this writing marathon!! english is not my first language. other than that, enjoy!!
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some nights feel too loud even before they begin.
chris didn’t want to be alone, but he didn’t want to talk either. the kind of tired that doesn’t sleep.
the street was quiet when he arrived. even when approaching the door, the hum of the speakers was muffled by it.
but as soon as he twisted the knob, everything was clear to hear.
people laughed and disappeared into rooms, voices mixing with the bass until everything felt distant — like a dream he couldn’t wake from.
he crashed into the first couch he could find, the air thick with smoke and something sweet he couldn’t name.
he didn’t notice her at first.
not until he heard a soft, quiet sigh, and the couch shifting slightly beside him.
his head turned — and there she was.
a face lit gently by the from the colored lights surrounding her.
soft features, sharp expression.
present, but somewhere else.
alone in a room full of people, just like him.
what made him want to talk to her — he wasn’t sure.
maybe it was the silence around her, or the way she looked like she didn’t need anyone to notice her.
maybe it was nothing.
but he did.
it started with an awkward, “hey—uh, how are you doing?”
she turned her head slowly, eyes steady, and said, “do i know you?”
“oh—well, i mean—no, i don’t think so.”
“i’m okay—” she paused, corrected herself. “i mean, good.”
but now, somehow, it felt like they’d known each other forever.
like their words were just echoes of something they’d already said in another place, another time.
out of all the voices in the room, only hers seemed to matter.
clear, steady, almost unreal.
it felt perfect.
she felt perfect.
“why are you here?” she asked.
he opened his mouth, but nothing came.
somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten.
she made everything else disappear.
even time, since they where the only ones left in the house now.
was it that late?
did they talk for that long?
did they talk?
because, now, he opens his eyes and she was gone.
he just fell asleep on that couch.
it was all a dream.
she was a dream.
why did she feel so real tho?
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guidance [3:27-3:27]
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a/n: what do we thinkk??
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lexaslibrary · 9 days ago
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BIRDS IN THE TRAP SING MCKNIGHT
Travis $cott ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|၊•
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WRITING MARATHON
1. the ends [3:21]
2. way back [4:33]
3. coordinate [3:46]
4. through the late night [4:46]
5. beibs in the trap [3:33]
6. sdp interlude [3:12]
7. sweet sweet [3:42] - M.S
8. outside [2:56]
9. goosebumps [4:03]
10. first take [5:13]
11. pick up the phone [4:12] - M.S.
12. lose [3:20]
13. guidance [3:27] - C.S.
14. wonderful [3:36]
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a/n: literally soo excited!! i will not be posting these in order and whose triplet they are for will be revealed when i post each fic! not sure im actually gonna do every song. i just had to fangirl over travis scott too on here lmao.
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credits to @delilahsturniolo for the concept of writing marathons!
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lexaslibrary · 9 days ago
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theme slays BOOTS
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your themes always slay ml!!
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lexaslibrary · 9 days ago
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Hi! Can I be added in your taglist!
thank you so much and of course!!
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lexaslibrary · 9 days ago
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starting a taglist!
Interact in any way to this post and/or ask in my question page to be in it!
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lexaslibrary · 2 months ago
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tysm to everyone that helped me reach this🩶🩶
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lexaslibrary · 2 months ago
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LOOKS & LIES - C.S.
a mean girls inspired series.
- it’s your first day of high school. as you’re introduced to the different groups, one boy in particular catches your attention. what will you do to catch his?
you should know before reading: the words in italic are from the movies script. - means time skip. seeing the movie before reading this is not obligatory but recommended. this won’t be a total copy of the movie of course.
tw for this chapter: mention of anxiety/being nervous, mention of school, playful body shaming (movie scene, not me!!), lmk if i missed something!
a/n: i love mean girls, and i had the worse writer’s block so it inspired me. english is not my first language. other than that, enjoy!
chapters:
| 1 (intro) | on going…
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CHAPTER 1 / INTRO
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The clock reads 6:29 AM. Cady Heron, 15, lies asleep in bed.
The clock hits 6:30, and the alarm goes off. Cady opens her eyes.
the alarm goes off. It’s your first day of high school, but it might as well be your first day of school ever, since you’ve been homeschooled by your parents your entire life.
you’re not scared—maybe just a little anxious. but still oblivious to what it would be like to go to an actual public school.
was it just like the movies? worse? maybe better? or completely different?
either way, you were just about to find out.
you get up and start getting ready, taking a quick—but careful—shower. then you put on the outfit you picked out ages ago, since you definitely didn’t want to make a bad impression on your first day. (this is what i pictured, skip to the end)
“You’re gonna be late. Come here. I’ll braid your hair.”
“I don’t have time!”
Cady grabs a brush and attempts to braid her hair herself.
“Cady, honey, are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I have to be.”
you weren’t so sure you were ready, but you weren’t going to back up now. you hug your parents, you grab you bag—which you prepared the night before with what you tought would be useful for the next day—and head out.
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Cady walks nervously through the crowded school halls, observing students chatting and moving between classes. She clutches her backpack tightly, trying to navigate the unfamiliar environment.
you arrive at school and walk through the hallway, catching strange looks and hearing whispers around you.
still, you keep looking and walking forward, focused on finding the classroom you’re supposed to be in—room 204, calculus classroom, you’ve been told.
you glance around and spot the room numbers—202, literature… 203, science… and then finally, 204—your classroom.
you turn to the door, take a deep breath, then twist the knob and step inside.
Cady enters the classroom, looking around nervously. She bumps into Ms. Norbury, who is holding a coffee cup.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s not your fault. I’m just bad luck.”
“Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Africa. Welcome.”
“I’m from Michigan.”
“Great. Her name is Cady. Cady Heron.”
you get in, and immediately bump into a middle-aged woman—ms. katie, says on a tag she has on her button up—which was holding a coffee, that is now spilled all over her.
presumably, she’s gonna be your math theacher of the year.
great, now this is her first impression of you.
“oh god- im so sorry!” you apologize, mortified.
she brushes it off without even looking at you. “it’s fine. happens every year.” she says while removing his sweater.
she turns to the class without missing a beat.
“everyone, this is our new student…”
she squints at the attendance sheet like it’s written in another language.
“…uh, lena? she just moved here all the way from… germany.”
you blink. what did she just call you? how did she mistake lena and leah? and germany? i’m from italy, she could’ve at least said europe.
you think about correcting her, you really do, but after your great first encounter with her you decide not to make things impossibly worse.
sure. why not. you’re lena from germany now.
you give a tiny, mortified smile and nod. you go and sit down onto the first free seat and the teacher moves on, leaving you wondering what else you’ve accidentally signed up for today.
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you can’t concentrate. mid-lesson, you stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom—though, honestly, you’re just looking for a moment to breathe and process everything. you notice the halls are not as crowded as before, and you make your way to the bathroom, hoping for some peace and quiet.
Cady enters the bathroom, looking for a place to sit. She notices a boy and a girl sitting together, chatting.
“Hi, hi, I’m Janis.”
“And je m’appelle Sasha Fierce.”
“This is Damian. He’s almost too gay to function.”
“Hi, I’m Cady.”
“Well, Cady, as junior co-chair of the student activities committee and his art freak, we volunteered to be your starter companions until you find your place at North Shore.”
“What he’s saying is that we’ll help you, Caddy.”
“It’s Cady.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna call you Caddy.”
inside, you’re scanning the room, looking for an empty stall when you notice a girl walking toward you.
the girl speaks up first “hey, you need something? you seem lost. first day?” she continues.
“more like first day ever.” i say “i just moved here all the way from europe.”
“yeah i heard ms. katie earlier.”
oh so she saw my poor impression too.
you try and correct who you are, at least to her. “yeah she messed up everything—i’m not from germany, and my name is not lena, im leah.”
“im madison by the way.” she greeted.
nice, first friend so far. she doesn’t look so bad.
“see you at lunch?” she offered.
“see you a lunch.”
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class ends, and the bell rings, signaling the start of lunch time. you stand up and walk towards the cafeteria—or at least, where everyone else seems to be going, since you’re following the crowd.
hopefully they where actually going to the cafeteria, and as soon as you get in you get in line for the food.
with your plate, you sit down into a free table. you spot the girl from earlier and she sits down with you.
“hey leah.” i she says. “since you’re new, i have to warn you, the food here is terrible.”
“yeah, i figured. tastes like cardboard.” i say, taking another bite of the food.
after some moments, madison speaks up again. “anyone introduced you to the groups?”
“groups?” i ask, slightly confused.
“look.” she starts, pointing out to people.
Janis and Damian guide Cady through the bustling cafeteria, offering her a firsthand look at the school’s social landscape.
“Where you sit in the cafeteria is crucial because you’ve got everybody there.
They pass by various groups:
Freshmen: A group of nervous-looking students huddled together.
ROTC guys: In uniform, standing by their table.
Preps: Well-dressed students chatting animatedly.
JV jocks: Laughing loudly, tossing a football around.
Asian nerds: Focused on a study session, calculators and books spread out.
Cool Asians: Confidently lounging, exuding a laid-back vibe.
Varsity jocks: Dominating their table, boasting about their latest game.
Unfriendly black hotties: Stylishly aloof, observing the room.
Girls who eat their feelings: Comforting each other with snacks.
Girls who don’t eat anything: Picking at their salads, engaging in whispered conversations.
Desperate wannabes: Eagerly trying to fit in, laughing a bit too loudly.
Burnouts: Laid-back and disinterested, leaning back in their chairs.
Sexually active band geeks: Playfully teasing each other, sharing inside jokes.
The greatest people you’ll ever meet: Janis and Damian’s table, a mix of individuality and acceptance.
The worst: The Plastics—Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, and Karen Smith—sitting at the center, exuding an air of superiority.”
Cady gazes at the Plastics, who are engaged in their own conversation, seemingly untouched by the surrounding chaos.
madison points at different tables. “the main groups are the one sitting in the center of the cafeteria:
the freshman students: the first day and first year students. you should be sitting with them, but you’re lucky i found you. trust me, i really saved you. they’re weird.
the wannabe populars: the ones who act popular. they feel like they’re influencers, but they’re more like the opposite.
the populars: they’re actually pretty popular, and they know it, so they act like it too. they’re either the worse or the best—depends on how you see them.”
“and what about them?” you say, pointing out to another table in the center of the cafeteria that she left out.
“them? they’re friends of mine. we have PE with them.”
“the boys look alike.” i say, observing.
“they’re triplets,” she says, gesturing toward the group. “the one with the nose ring is nick, the one with the shorter hair is matt, and the one sitting next to him is chris. the girl with the dark brown hair is mikayla. some people don’t like her, but it’s usually just because she’s close with the triplets. i think she’s nice.”
you nod, listening, though your attention is mostly on chris—the one she said was sitting beside matt. he’d clearly noticed you were new and was watching you just as intently. and honestly, he was definitely attractive—while his brothers were caught up in their own conversation.
the bell rings again—lunch time is over. i turn back to madison.
“what do we have next?” i ask.
“science, last class of the day.”
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a/n: guyss what do we think?? and yes, madison is madi filipowicz!! love you, stay safe!
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ABOUT ME… ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊
alexandra. chris girl but is literally matt. speaking italian, english & spanish. vinyls. navy blue & baby pink. 10 things i hate about you. polo ralph lauren. travis scott. designer brands. vivienne westwood. sushi. vanilla & coconut perfume. yolo. the number 17. healthy food. dexter&rita.
ABOUT MY BLOG… ✧.*
requests&smalltalk in my question page. i follow back and interact with active accounts. all my writings are purely fictional and not real. don’t like don’t read. if you’re taking inspiration from any of my work let me know first and mention me and the end/start.
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MASTERLIST.
🧸= fluff
🫐= fluff, suggestive
🪵= angst
🍸= smut
C.S.
fics/blurbs
SUMMER 🫐
in which… fem!reader spends the summer in a vacation house with her best friend madison and his triplet best friends. the first night she can’t sleep, so she decides to go downstairs to the pool to swim, but chris is already there, and he’s - smoking a blunt?
au’s/series
LOOKS & LIES (a mean girls inspired AU) 🫐
| 1 | on going…
in which… it’s your first day of high school. as you’re introduced to the different groups, one boy in particular catches your attention. what will you do to catch his?
more
BSF!CHRIS HEADCANONS 🧸
M.S.
fics/blurbs
APOLOGIZE 🪵
in which… you and bf!matt have an argument, but soon enough matt comes to apologize
au’s/series
paneragirl!reader x regularcustomer!matt
more
none yet!
Others/Both
BIRDS IN THE TRAP SINGING MCKNIGHT WRITING MARATHON
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APOLOGIZE - M.S.
you and bf!matt have an argument, but soon enough matt comes to apologize
warnings: angst (good ending ofc), crying, mention of yelling and screaming, pet names (just baby)… this is purely fictional and none of it is real. if any of these subjects upset you, don’t read!
a/n: this is exactly how i imagine an argument with matt would go (i probably would apologize first tho). if you want to take inspiration tell me or just mention me at the start / end please. english it’s not my first language. other than that, enjoy!
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silence settled over the room as you sat on matt’s bed, knees drawn up to your chest, staring at the floor. your vision blurred as your emotions weighed down on you, and tears welled up in your eyes. all you could think about was matt. the thought of him being angry with you broke your heart. you hated this feeling; the feeling when the person you loved most was upset with you.
a few hours ago, you and matt had gotten into a heated argument. there had been shouting, crying, harsh words. it wasn’t just about the argument, it was about everything that had built up over the last few days. you hadn’t been there for him the way you should have, and the stress from everything else had finally flew out.
matt, who never raised his voice at you, had shouted and yelled. and though you knew the anger wasn’t really aimed at you, it still stung.
he had left you alone for now, sensing that you needed space, but the silence only made the guilt worse. you felt like you hadn’t shown him the love and care he deserved, and now you were just feeling the consequences on you.
a soft sob escaped you as your tears spilled down your cheeks. you wanted to fix it, to go back to how things were before the fight. you knew why he was angry, but it didn’t make it any easier. you just wanted to be better for him.
suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. matt’s voice drifted through the wood.
“baby?”
you sniffled, quickly wiping at your eyes. “yeah?” you answered softly, your voice breaking.
“can i come in?”
you nodded and hummed, your voice barely audible. “mmh.”
the door creaked opened slowly, and matt stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. his eyes found you immediately, and for a moment, he just stood there, looking at you. he didn’t want to be angry anymore. he just wanted to make it right.
“look at me,” he said, his voice quiet but insistent.
you hesitated before slowly meeting his gaze, and the sight of your tear-streaked face made his heart ache. “i’m so so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with guilt. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you. i never meant to hurt you.”
his words hit you harder than you expected. you shook your head, not wanting him to feel bad. “no, it’s not you, it’s not you. i’ve been terrible to you, matt. i haven’t been there for you. i haven’t been the girlfriend you deserve.”
matt shook his head firmly, his eyes searching yours. “you’re not terrible. you were just stressed. i should’ve understood. i should’ve talked to you instead of getting upset.”
he leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips, a gentle reassurance that spoke louder than words. pulling you into his arms, he held you close, letting you rest your head against his chest.
“i love you,” he whispered, his voice fragile but sincere.
“i love you too,” you murmur, pressing his cheek against the top of your head.
“and i’m not angry anymore. you don’t need to apologize. you’ve been under so much pressure, and i haven’t been there for you like i should have. we’ll figure this out, okay?”
you nodded, your tears slowing as his words sank in. he always knew how to make you feel better, how to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.
you sniffled into his shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your back. “let’s sleep on it, yeah? i’ll be here.”
the soothing motion of his hand calmed you, and as you rested against him, exhaustion finally overtook you. despite the fight, despite the hurt, you knew you were loved, and you loved him too, more than anything. no fight could ever change that.
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a/n: i feel like he would be such a softie. ily stay safe!
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BSF!CHRIS HEADCANONS
- nothing, just best friend chris sturniolo headcanons
warnings: flirting (as a “joke”), being clingy, use of y/n and pet names (only darling)… this is purely fictional and none of it is real. if any of these subjects upset you, don’t read!
a/n: i know i was supposed to post the other headcanon first for the survey i did but my friend requested this. if you want to take inspiration from this ask or just mention me at the start / end please. english is not my first lenguage. other than that, enjoy!
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bsf!chris who… always makes sure you’re alright and takes care of you.
“are you cold?” chris asks, gently brushing his hand against your cheek. you’re shivering, but you don’t want him to worry or fuss over you. “i’m fine,” you lie, though it’s clear you’re not. he places his hand on your cheek again, then pulls off his hoodie and throws it across your lap. “you’re freezing. put this on,” he says, his voice a mix of care and insistence. he won’t let you stay cold, not for a moment.
bsf!chris who… always gives you what you want.
“i’m hungry,” you text chris at 2am, but he doesn’t reply, so you assume he’s asleep. you get ready for bed, but then you hear a knock at the door. when you open it, chris is standing there with two large bags of food in either his hands. “your favorite food is here,” he says, a smile on his face, handing you the bags.
bsf!chris who… loves to spoil you.
it was your birthday, and chris was guiding you somewhere with his hand over your eyes. he counted down, then gently removed his hand. your jaw dropped when you saw your bed covered in gifts: a huge bouquet of flowers, designer bags, plenty of jewelry, boxes with your favorite jewelry brand’s name on them and so much more. “oh my god, chris, are you crazy?” you say, rushing to hug him. “let me spoil you, at least for today, mh?” he murmured against your shoulder.
bsf!chris who… flirts with you as a “joke”.
you were both at a wedding ceremony. you were in a long dark blue satin dress with a deep neckline and a slit that ran up your thigh, paired with leather high heels. “you know, i wish you weren’t only my best friend in this outfit,” chris whispers to you, his hand squeezing your thigh. “chris!” you exclaim, shoving him. “sorry ma, just thinking out loud. that dress looks really good on you.” he says with a smirk.
bsf!chris who… is always clingy with you.
you were lying on your bed when you heard the door to your room creak open. chris walked in, looking tired and a little upset. “hey, what happened?” you asked, turning to face him. “bad bad day. so tired,” he replied, collapsing onto the bed next to you. he wrapped his arms around you, rested his head on your chest, and guided your hands to his hair. such a big baby.
bsf!chris who… always insists to hang out.
you text him late at night. “hey, how are you? i haven’t heard from you all day.” “not great. i’d be better if we were hanging out.” “chris, it’s 3am.” “too bad, i’m already on my way, late night ride in 10.”
bsf!chris who… cancels all his plans for you.
you text him while he’s at a diner with his friends. “i miss you.” “y/n, i’m at the diner i told you about.” “but i miss you.” he doesn’t reply for a while. “on my way.”
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a/n: love this, i enjoy writing headcanons so much. love you, stay safe!
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