mattsdivaa

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Is being a normal and respectful fan just too much of a crazy concept these days

[mattsdivaa]

prepare to be sick of me

[mattsdivaa]

MY WIRED HEADPHONES BROKE WHAT DO I DO???? 😕😕

[mattsdivaa]

INSANE REQUEST

buuutt my bday is in jul 27th and since I’m a lonely fucker i dont have plans and i was wondering if u can like do a fic where the Sturniolos like surprise reader with a surprise bday party or just gifts and they hang out and go through old pictures of them tg and shit

only if you can ofc since I know ur camping and prob busy

lol I’m not camping anymore sadly I’m home!! but yess this is so cute omg I love the way your brain works !! Do you want it posted on your birthday?

[mattsdivaa]

HIII what are your fav madison songs?? (asking for a friend) also,i absolutely love your writing girl <3

Ahhh thankyouuu I just put my friend on Madison beer yesterday I gottuuuu I have so many favs but here are a few !!

- envy the leaves

- I wonder

- blue

- dear society

- spinnin

- say it to my face

[mattsdivaa]

uh the only girl dinner this is, is MINE…

[mattsdivaa]

https://www.tumblr.com/mattsdivaa/789940897458552832/im-scared-my-friends-told-me-hs-is-gonna-drain-me?source=share

girl I'm going into high school too, I'm scared asf😭😭

We can be scared together twin !!

[mattsdivaa]

[mattsdivaa]

THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE YOU STARTED DATING!!

The autumn breeze in Boston was smooth, dried leaves on the floor as the two of you strolled though the park.

God you wanted to hold his hand it was right there, yet somehow somthing was stopping you from reaching it.

“What if we find a big pile of leaves and sit in it?” I ask trying to break the silence although Matt loves it I don’t, I think mostly because it gives my brain time to over think.

His head stays looking ahead, god why won’t he look at me I want to scream “Matthew I’m right here notice me!” But what we had was nothing- well to Matt in this case.

It hurt my feeling for sure I mean I know he likes being alone and all that emo shit but I’m his only friend.. so maybe he just doesn’t wanna ruin our friendship? There I go overthinking this shit!

“Alright let’s find the biggest pile yet” he turns his head to smile at me. Next think you know we spend the next ten minutes finding the biggest pile pointing at each one that we figure is big.

“Oh Matt that one!” I point shouting a little which made him look around to make sure we weren’t getting looks from strangers

He shook his head, interlocking his fingers with mine, and god when I tell you my heart was doing doing backflips it was!

He took me what he thought he biggest pile was let’s say it was up to our knees.

“Can we lay in it?” He nods, he takes his hand out of mine slowly sitting on the floor in the pile of leaves.

We layed there, it was fun I didn’t really notice his hand was interlocked with mine again, did he notice?

“Alright we should get out of here before it gets late” he says brushing his jeans off giving me a helping hand. We stand there for a sec, his eyes not leaving mine.

I flinch as he reached out pulling a leaf out my hair “got it” he whispers you don’t know how it happens but next thing you know he holding your hand and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Did Matthew sturniolo finally like us back?

God it was pathetic that you would do anything for him, just for the simplest amount of physical touch or attention. Because that’s just who you are And he was okay with it.

Tried somthing new with the image today.. I don’t like it also not proofread!! It’s 2 am I wanted to write and I’m tired goodnight☕️

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[mattsdivaa]

I’m scared my friends told me hs is gonna drain me and ima lose my spark.. was this a threat? 😕

[mattsdivaa]

i literally can’t function without my headphones

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I just woke up from my sleep it’s 1 am and I’m being attacked already by @chrismakesmewet tell her ass to go to sleep!

[mattsdivaa]

What if the ring given to belly was lacy what’s her faces ring…

[mattsdivaa]

Part Seven: Mixed Signals

— in which! he ends up in your room.. and it feels a little too comfortable.

— warnings: mentions of hookup culture, emotionally avoidant behavior, vulnerable conversation, slow burn tension, light angst, manwhore-coded background (not meant to shame), emotional walls beginning to break

Matt’s knocking on your door.

You don’t know why you let him come over. Not after everything he said last night.

It’s late. You’re tired. And the last time you saw him—

He said something that shook you. Something real. Something that made you feel too much, too fast.

You’d gone home afterward and sat in the dark for nearly an hour, trying to make sense of it. Of him. Of the way he looked at you like he meant it. Like he meant you.

You told yourself you needed space. That whatever this thing between you is—whatever it’s becoming—it’s too dangerous to touch.

But then he texted you.

“Can I come by? Just for a little?”

And your fingers answered before your brain could stop them.

Now he’s standing there—hoodie and sweats, hair a mess from the wind. The sleeves of his hoodie are shoved past his elbows like he sprinted here. Like he didn’t want to change his mind.

“You okay?” you ask, because something in his expression is softer than usual. Guarded—but not in the usual smug way. More like… scared.

He nods. Shrugs. “Didn’t wanna be in my room.”

You hesitate. The words sit on the back of your tongue: Then go anywhere else.

But you don’t say that. You just step aside, letting him pass.

“And I’m the comforting alternative?” you murmur, closing the door behind him.

He gives you that lopsided smile—worn, tired, not quite cocky enough to sting. “You always are.”

You blink. Pretend it doesn’t make your chest feel warm.

—

You don’t touch, but you’re close. Sitting on the floor, backs against your bed, the shared bowl of popcorn resting on a blanket between you. An old indie movie plays on your laptop. You picked it because it was quiet, not dramatic. Nothing that would hurt to watch.

Still, you don’t remember what it’s about.

You’re too focused on how your knees brush every so often. On how Matt’s fingers graze yours each time he reaches into the bowl—and how this time, he doesn’t flinch away.

You’re hyper-aware of every breath. Every shift in his posture. Every glance you catch out of the corner of your eye that he doesn’t think you notice.

He’s watching you more than the movie. You feel it.

“You know,” you say softly, not taking your eyes off the screen, “you don’t have to act cool all the time.”

The silence that follows is long.

Then: “You don’t think I’m cool?”

Your head tips toward him, unimpressed. “I think you pretend not to care so no one notices when you actually do.”

Matt goes still.

The air in the room changes.

He stares at the screen, jaw tight. His fingers tense where they rest beside yours. When he swallows, it’s audible—sharp, restrained.

“I didn’t mean—”

“No,” he cuts in quietly, voice rough. “You’re right.”

He exhales, slow. A little shaky.

“I just… don’t always know how to be anything else.”

The confession lands between you like a spark. Small, quiet—but alive.

Your heart stutters.

You reach for another handful of popcorn, half as a distraction, half to ease the tension. But your fingers brush his again—and this time, neither of you moves.

You pause, holding still. And his pinky shifts hooking around yours.

Your eyes dart to his face. He’s not looking at you, not really. But he’s not pulling away either.

He’s letting it happen.

You could yank your hand back. Say something snarky. Pretend it didn’t happen, but you don’t.

You stay. Just like that, your pinkies are linked. Barely. But the contact burns.

Your throat feels tight. He glances at you—just once. And in that flicker of a second, you both know something has changed.

You stay like that for the rest of the movie. Barely breathing. Pinkies still touching. Everything else a blur.

—

Later, after he’s gone, you sit on the edge of your bed like your limbs aren’t yours.

You stare at your hand like it holds a secret. Your pinky still tingles, while your chest still feels tight.

You press your palm to your sternum like you can quiet it down. Like you can slow it all back to normal.

But it’s not normal anymore, And the worst part?

You don’t want it to be. You want him to come back.

You want him to stay.

And that might be the most dangerous thing of all.

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[mattsdivaa]

guys lulu is my Kylie 💜

no I’m not!

[mattsdivaa]

THIS AINT FUNNY IM ALMOST OUT OF MINE 💔💔💔

YOUR THEMEEEEEEE IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SUPER DUPER QUADRILIOOPER GOOD also i got a restock on my eilish perfume (the gold one i forgot what its called) and i'm so happy and immediately thought of you while buying it

AAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU EHEHEH!!!! also omg you have no idea how happy that makes me :3 i got a restock too recently cause it makes me smell delicious and scrumdillyumptious

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Guys she’s lying where next door neighbors..

Do u and mattsdiva know each other irl?

no we do not!! it’s just jokes lol