mattsdivaa

[mattsdivaa]

Centuries I’ve looked for you.. —masterlist

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ summary: In every universe, they’re soulmates fated to find each other but each time, they forget a little more.Their first connection is always through dreams, drawn to a familiar presence they can’t quite name. As lifetimes pass, she begins to forget him completely his voice, his face, even the way he made her feel. But he remembers just enough to ache. In one life, he watches helplessly as she falls in love with someone else, unaware she already belongs to him. And by the time she finally remembers… it’s too late. divider credits @httpssturns

Introduction..

[mattsdivaa]

Introducing…

immortal!matt x immortal!reader

Nickname : button. makeup. dimples. 1940s. 17.

Country accent. Matthew… hates being told what to do. Stubborn. Loud. Artistic. dancing. romantic at heart.

Mathew. Dress shoes. shy. quiet. Loves silently.

18. Button.. my button? anxiety but steady. Protective in quiet ways. Remebers more than she does in each lifetime.

He never fully forgets her face, even when it blurs, always remembered her eyes or her dimples

two people who are soulmates. and in every lifetime, no matter what, they always find each other. No matter if it’s different worlds, different versions of them… but somehow, it’s always them.

and every lifetime ends the same way:

“see you tomorrow.”

it’s not goodbye. it’s more of a i’ll meet you in the next version of us.

but the twist?

Before each lifetime it starts with a dream hinting to each other where they could be.

the more lives they go through, the more they start to forget each other. first it’s the little things his laugh, her smile, the way they said each other’s names. then it’s their faces. their voices.

like their love stays, but the memories start slipping through their fingers. and eventually…

she falls in love with someone else. and Matt? he barely remembers her at all. but it hurts. like his chest aches when he sees her, and he doesn’t even know why.

and the worst part?

when she finally remembers who he is

it’s too late.

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[mattsdivaa]

Hey guys so it’s gonna be really hard to focus on my other aus with the current one I’ll be posting.

I’ll keep them up but I will not be posting for them at the moment!! Until this au is over which will be awhile.

This au is huge and gonna need to be the center of attention for a bit. Love you all and remember

You are not ready for this…

[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]

Hope ur ok

Based of the song hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo. This is just sloppy!! I was supposed to add more details but got lazy.

 YOUR POV :

I knew a boy once when I was small.. A towhead brunette with eyes of salt. He played lacrosse with my brother. He always wore hoodies because that's what he was comfortable in. He was my neighbor once upon a time. And somehow we fell out of touch.

Dont know if ill see you again someday but if your out their, i hope that your okay.

CHRISTOPHERS POV: 

“Do you remember that neighbor we had in highschool?” i asked matt knowing his good memory, “the one who raised her brothers on her own? and like you two where like so inlove” and as soon as he said that it all came back to me. Her parents hated that we were in love. 

I chuckle “she couldn't wait to collage, do you think she did?” matt didnt look up from his phone “i hope, she was treated like shit”

Somehow we never exchanged numbers, we never needed to the memories i have of her where her eyes and the last words i told her before i left.

FLASHBACK

I couldnt believe it, her father got our family evicted! My father finally closed the trunk and their we stood in the middle of my driveway just as i was supposed to leave, tears running down both our faces “do you know how proud I am that you were created?” she nodded as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Especcialy with the courage to unlearn all their hatred!!” i cup her cheeks with both hands “lets go chris!” one of my brothers yell. I kiss her forehead before i knew it i would never see her again.

PRESENT

We dont talk much but i just got to say, 

I miss you and I hope that you're okay.

YOUR POV

I had this box of letters for him, to tell him how i felt, how he made me feel. Im now in collage ive dated around but they dont make me feel the way he did. So when i found nicks instagram i DM’d him telling him how much i miss them and how i have some letters for chris if i could send then out.

And i sent of 365 letters each day for a year. I know he wont read them all but i know he’ll keep them and maybe i can see him again.

OKAY SO I KNOW I SAID I'D TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING BUT IDK NOW

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[mattsdivaa]

INTRODUCING (again)

guitarist!chris x bookworm!reader

guitarist!chris who's..

immature. leader of the band. extrovert. baggy jeans. backwards hats. 21. plays in his garage w his bestfriends and triplet matt. in love w bookworm!Clara. Pepsi addict.

bookworm!oc (clara)

baggy jeans n cardigans. books books did I mention books?. attends Chris's band practices on Thursdays. very much involve. introvert. rather spend her time reading. baking obsession.

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[mattsdivaa]

Forgive n fuck

Don’t know what this title is and the smut is ass

You hadn’t talked to matt in a week after the big argument you had and honestly this was fucking stupid. But here you are at the triplets house at 2 am, nick invited you to come over, 

Now it's just you and Matt, Chris and Nick left the house saying they’d be back not giving much details. you sit next to him none of you looking at each other, you couldn't, you both have hurt each other with words, you didn't know how.

“I hate this” he finally muttered, voice quieter than usual. His eyes searching your face “i hate when we do this” 

Your lips parted quietly but no words came out. You wanted to tell him you weren't ready to talk yet, that you were still trying to forgive yourself for the thing you told him. The quiet stretched between you, several minutes passing by, you finally looked at him, reaching his eyes.

And just like that the air shifted between you “how long do we have till they come back?” you ask like it's an urgency.

“About 40 minutes if they're going to where I know where they're going” and just like that, you don't know who made the first move but his hands cup his cheek and lips crashed together, it wasn't soft, it was rough, full of anger and regret.

His hands lower to your thighs as he deepens the kiss slowly climbing on top of you. He whimpers as he pulls back.  “I can stop if you want me to” you smile at him, you shake your head  “no i want this if you want this”

He pulled your shorts off easily revealing your damped panties. 

“This all f’me me baby?” he said pulling your shirt off, you nodded staring at him. “Fuck your so goddamn pretty” he grunted rubbing your pussy through your panties.

He lines himself up as he pulls your panties to the side, slowly pushing himself in so slowly you swear time stopped. Inch by inch, stretching you open, perfectly fitting, perfectly filling you so deeply, your legs started to shake.  eye locked on yours the whole time not letting go.

You gasp nails clawing his shoulders, his forehead pressing yours as he slowly starts to move. He grips your waist as he fastens his pace. his mouth parting with a low moan. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, like he was dizzy from it.

“Look at me,” he murmured, barely moving, just deep inside you, his hands cradling your hips. “I need to see you.”

Your eyes met his, and it nearly ruined you.

Because the look in them wasn’t just lust. It was all of it every unsaid apology, every moment he missed you, every ache from that week apart.

You whimpered, your legs wrapping around him, your hips tilting to take him even deeper.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, thrusting slowly. “I don’t care what we said. I don’t care what happened. You’re mine.”

Your hand came up to cup his jaw, your thumb brushing just beneath his eye. “Then show me,” you whispered back. “Claim me.”

He kissed you again slow, open mouthed, like he wanted to crawl inside your breath. His thrusts grew slightly harder, still deliberate, still full of that emotional intensity. You could feel the sweat on his back, hear the way his breathing broke when your walls clenched around him.

And then he whispered it.

“I love you.”

Your heart stuttered. You didn’t question it. Didn’t ask if he meant it.

You just said it back, in a breathless moan against his mouth, “I love you.”

He whimpered, whimpered and then his pace faltered.

You were already close. The way he looked at you. The slow grind of his hips. The way his pelvis pressed perfectly against your clit with every stroke.

Your body tightened, thighs trembling. “Matt—I’m gonna—”

“I’ve got you,” he gasped, his rhythm messy now. “Cum with me, baby. Please.”

When you came, it was like falling.

Like letting go of every ounce of pain that’d been sitting in your chest since the fight. Your body arched beneath him, his name falling off your lips in a broken cry. He held you so close as you unraveled, forehead still pressed to yours, his body grinding through your orgasm.

Then he came, deep inside you with a strangled groan, arms shaking as he spilled into you, whispering your name like it was sacred.

He collapsed gently, not crushing you, just pressing his body fully to yours. His lips kissed your temple, then your nose, then finally your forehead.

“I never want to lose this again,” he breathed, still inside you.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“You won’t.”

And this time, you both meant it.

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[mattsdivaa]

You always say next time

Dealer!Chris X Soft!Reader

Word Count- 1232.

Warnings- Angsty. Happyish ending.

You knew he wasn’t going to make it halfway through the first performance.

Delilah kept glancing at the back doors of the gym. She adjusted her glittery tiara, stood on her tiptoes, peered over the audience. Each time her little face fell, you felt your heart sink lower.

He said he’d be there. Promised he would.

You sat alone in the third row with her coat in your lap and your phone in your hand—checking the screen, refreshing your texts. Nothing. No “running late.” No “I’m sorry.” No explanation at all.

And then she was up—third in line, nerves written all over her face. She sang her part, all tiny and sweet and a little shaky, then scanned the crowd again.

Looking for him.

You clapped so hard your palms stung, but it wasn’t enough.

Not for her.

By the time the whole program ended, Delilah sat quietly on the gym floor while the other kids laughed and ran around, high on cupcakes and attention.

You crouched down beside her. “You did amazing, sweetheart.”

She gave you a tight, polite smile.

“Did he come?”

You tried to smile. “Maybe he got stuck.”

She just nodded, like she already expected that.

And then—twenty minutes later—the doors opened.

There he was.

Hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped, cheeks flushed like he’d run the last few blocks.

“Daddy!!” she shouted, leaping up and running full speed toward him.

Chris caught her mid-jump, her tiara flying off behind her. “There’s my girl,” he whispered, hugging her tight. “Did I miss it?”

“I did my lines! I didn’t mess up at all!”

“You didn’t?” he said, trying to smile through guilt. “God, I wish I could’ve seen it.”

You stood back, arms folded.

Watching.

Waiting.

The car ride was quiet.

Too quiet.

Delilah talked for a bit from the backseat, babbling about which kid got stage fright and which one tripped, how she got extra frosting on her cupcake. You kept your eyes out the window. Chris kept both hands on the wheel.

And then—

“I tried, baby,” he muttered.

You didn’t even look at him. “Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” you shot back.

Chris exhaled. “I got caught up, alright? I was on my way—”

“But you weren’t there,” you said, turning toward him. “You were supposed to be there. Not after. Not when the chairs were already being stacked.”

“I said I tried.”

“You say that every time.”

Chris gripped the wheel tighter. “You think I just didn’t wanna go? You think I didn’t care?”

“I think if you really cared, you’d stop missing every damn thing,” you said, voice rising.

“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “Don’t act like I don’t care about her.”

“I’m acting like I’m tired, Chris. Tired of watching her face fall every time you say ‘I’ll be there’ and you’re not.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You think I don’t feel like shit every time it happens? You think I enjoy missing her stuff?”

“No, I think you don’t plan around it. I think you don’t prioritize it.”

Chris shot you a look. “You know what I deal with. You know what I’m risking just driving over here sometimes.”

“Oh, poor you,” you muttered.

“I’m not saying it like that—damn it, babe—I’m trying to give her a life. A house. Shit you don’t gotta stress over.”

“I never asked for any of that,” you snapped. “I just wanted you to show up. To be there when your daughter sings a three-line song in a paper crown she made at daycare.”

Chris’s voice dropped. “You think I don’t want to show up?”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter what you want, Chris. It matters what you do.”

He was silent for a long beat.

Then—

“She’s four,” he said quietly. “She doesn’t get all this.”

“She gets more than you think,” you whispered. “She waited for you. And when you didn’t come, she didn’t even cry. She just sat down. Like she’s used to it now.”

You saw his jaw tighten again, his mouth open like he wanted to say something—but nothing came out.

“She’s used to disappointment,” you finished softly. “And that should break your heart.”

It broke yours.

When you pulled into the driveway, he sat for a second with the keys still in the ignition.

You got out first.

Chris unbuckled Delilah from her car seat—she was half-asleep, slumped against his shoulder with her little cupcake-stained dress wrinkled.

You walked in ahead, flicking on the light.

The kitchen looked untouched. The house smelled faintly like soap and vanilla. You dropped your bag by the door and walked straight to the sink.

Upstairs, you heard Chris reading in low tones. Delilah’s voice sleepily giggling. Her bedroom door creaking shut.

Then soft footsteps again.

Then silence.

And then—

Arms wrapped around your waist. Warm and slow.

“Baby…” he whispered.

You didn’t speak.

His chest pressed against your back, chin brushing your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You scrubbed at a fork harder. “So am I.”

He kissed the side of your neck. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah,” you said. “You did.”

“I hate it when you shut me out.”

“I hate it when you make me feel like I’m raising her alone.”

That shut him up.

He let out a breath, forehead pressing to the back of your shoulder. “Please don’t be mad at me like this.”

“You were late, Chris,” you whispered, turning just enough to face him. “Again. She looked so proud of herself and you weren’t there to see it. You missed it.”

“I know, baby. I know.” His voice cracked. “I hate myself for it. I swear to God I do.”

He pulled you away from the sink, gently, and lifted you onto the kitchen island.

You let him—but only because you were too tired to fight.

Chris stepped between your legs, hands on your thighs, forehead resting against yours. “I’m tryin’. I swear I am. I don’t wanna be this guy that just misses shit. I want her to grow up knowing I was there.”

“Then be there,” you said, blunt and breaking. “Be there when it counts. Not after. Not once the damage is done.”

“I will,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I will, baby. I’ll show up every time. I’ll prove it.”

You stayed still.

Chris kissed your jaw. Your cheek. Down your neck.

“Let me make this right,” he whispered. “Let me fix it.”

“You can’t just kiss me every time something goes wrong,” you murmured.

“I know,” he said. “But maybe if I do this too—”

He kissed your neck again, slower now. “—while I’m also showing up, saying sorry, doing better…”

You felt your arms wrap around his neck without thinking.

He held you tighter.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I love her. I hate seeing you like this. Just… don’t give up on me yet. Please.”

You stayed quiet for a long time, your fingers curling into his hoodie.

“I don’t want to,” you whispered.

Chris exhaled, like that cracked something open in him.

“I’m gonna be better,” he said, kissing you again. “You hear me, baby? I’m gonna be the dad she brags about. The man you can count on.”

You finally nodded.

Just once.

And you let him hold you there, between dinner dishes and broken promises, while he kissed the ache out of your chest.

A/N- Don’t be mad.

[mattsdivaa]

Somthing new -

guitarist!chris x bookworm!reader

You were definitely not expecting a knock especially at this time.

Knock knock*

You walk to the door, blanket dragging behind you, just woken up from a nap.

Chris.

“Well hello middle part fucking Chris!!” You squeak , your hand shift on your hips

“You like it?” His hand runs through his curls, a whole new hair cut, middle part, fluff still their in the back.

You pull him inside, the door shutting behind the two of you.

You push him against the couch, straddling his lap, running your hands through his hair, twirling certain pieces with your finger.

“What made you change it after like yearssss” now your fingers interlocked behind his neck.

He doesn’t answer right away, he just stares, just being in the moment and happy to be her

“Wanted to step out of my comfort zone- oh my hair keeps getting in my eyes on stage”

he smiles as you start kissing his face *mwah! *mwah!

For a second, it gets quiet. The kind of quiet that wraps around you like the blanket still clinging to your shoulders.

His hands tighten on your hips, grounding himself in you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“You really like it?” he asks again, voice barely above a whisper.

You tilt your head and kiss his forehead, then his cheek, then finally press your lips gently to his.

“I love it. But I’d love you even if you shaved it all off and wore a beanie for the rest of your life.”

Chris laughs into the kiss, pulling you closer. “That’s a bold statement. Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m serious. You could have a mohawk and I’d still be on your lap right now.”

“You’re so weird.”

“You’re the one with the middle part.”

He snorts, burying his face in your neck, the both of you giggling like idiots on the couch, tangled in blankets and each other. And in that moment, it’s just you, him, and the soft hush of the world outside your door.

Maybe stepping out of your comfort zone every one in awhile is a good thing.

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Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

[mattsdivaa]

griefs letter m.s

NOT PROOFREAD!!!!!!!

My white shirt is now covered in blood but in this situation the blood is my regret. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to hurt her. I wasn't thinking- I was mad. My words were just spilling out words I would never want to tell the girl I love. 

Did my words really hurt that she walked out on me? But I gave her everything. The way her eyes went cold, the way the tears slipped down my face when I realized what I said? How could I?

It keeps replaying in my head. The way her shoulders went stiff, her lips parting, she looked at me like she didn't know who I was. Like im a monster

Its been 3 years since she left,no call, nothing. I can't get myself to do it, to show up, to ask for forgiveness, to text her or call her?

I didn't hit her. I would never. But words? 

Words bruise. And mine did worse than bruising

But what I did do is I wrote her a letter everyday and I sent them. I stopped after 3 years, i never got a letter back or a call…

I was at this new bookstore that opened up in the city, gosh it reminded me of her, i stopped in my tracks,leather jacket, hood over her head, letters poking out of her bag just their.

“You letters are going to fall out your bag-” i tap her shoulder god her perfume smelled just liker her my first love.

“Is it weird?..” her came out like honey, she sounded confused at the same time. Like somebody really ruined her day but im no place to judge.

“Their was this boy my boy, he was perfect my everything, next you know it he says these hurtful words than-”

She turned to look at me. 

Her.

y/n.

Beautiful as ever.

She took one look before she ran out. A letters falling out- addressed to me.

I ran after her but as soon as i got to the door she was gone. Just like when she left me.

I walked to my car, letters in my hand. Tears run down my race as i rip it open.

And god after that i wish i could tell her i seen her again. But I didn't. And its been 8 years since then. Gosh if she knew what i would tell her, what i would say.

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[mattsdivaa]

Introducing.. again

nobody!matt x yearner!reader

“Nobody” 19. Keeps everything to himself. You’re his first girlfriend. Quiet. Prettiest giggles. caring. gentle. Didn’t have anybody till you.

”to loud” stares to long. Desperate. Romantic at your core. Drawn to quiet ppl. Gentle. Big emotions. Matt’s her forever.

MASTERLIST

01. The way you move without meaning to

02. The lake

03. Pile of leaves

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I swear I’m a Chris girl but.. daddy?

[mattsdivaa]

INTRODUCING…

THE END OF THE F***ING WORLD

SERIES

James!Matt

17 quiet thinks he’s a psychopath kind of like jeffery dahmer doesn’t believe in love awkward thinks he’s smarter then most people mean at first sweeter later on

Alyssa!Reader

17 loud hates her home life trauma dumps a lot mean over dramatic straight-forward gets excited over simple things enjoys being around matt mission is to find love

A/N- This is my amazing brand new awesome series (i’m re-watching the show so i felt this was necessary..)

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Sharpie covered tattoos

Requested by.. @dandoonsturns

Not proofread!!

Typical Friday night, you and Matt, movie night this night it was his turn to pick a movie so he put on some action movie, you weren’t really entertained from the movie.

Your layed next to Matt hands lazily tracing his tattoos, he’s not paying attention, focus fully on the tv.

His tattoos really stood out to you like the eyore under his elbow, the sea shell above his wrist, the owel on his shoulder.

Your bored as hell the movie boring, as you stand up Matt look up at you then back at the tv as you walk to his room.

Under his bed was a bin of markers for when you two rarely colored coloring book pages. You pick the ones that would look best.

You sit back smiling as you hold his arm coloring in the tattoos.

“What you doing there sweetheart?” He looks down at you, reaching for the remote turning the tv off.

He pulls you in his lap “Coloring your tattoos..” watching you coloring them in.

“Sweetheart..” he starts giggling his free hand covering his mouth “that’s a sharpie!”

“Oh well!” You shrug your shoulders, you started coloring each tattoo peacefully while he sat there watching.

For some you added glittering eye shadow just to mess with him and honestly he didn’t care..

By the end of the night his arm was very colorful, only leaving feet few tattoos uncolored

After that night you didn’t see Matt until two days after. Nick had invited you over to hangout with him not Matt he said specifically.

You and Nick were on the dining table yelling about something stupid.. when he walked in. Shirtless. Sweats low. And sharpie still colored on his arm.

“Hold on Nick- Matt is that sharpie still!” You pause Nick, jaw dropped

Matt’s smiles big “yeah my girl did it, Yk her? She’s pretty, beautiful eyes thinks she’s better then me?”

You shake your head, as he walks passed you sitting in the couch.

He really kept the sharpie. And that made you really happy.

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[mattsdivaa]

Who’s the fool - guitarist!chris

Christopher had a choice he learned the guitar

Through all of the noise

He couldn’t stay awake

In school

Who’s the fool?

“All I asked Christopher was for you to put the guitar down and finish you 10 missing assignments.” Mary Lou’s voice full of hurt and anger.

“I told you ma I’d do it after I finish this song.” he storms to the garage slamming the door behind him “damn!”

Who’s the fool?

Who’s the fool?

The band ready for whatever Chris was going to do “I need your drums to match my anger.. okay Nate?” He then turns to his brother Matt.

“I want the bass heavy understand?”

And there he played his anger in one song. But all he could hear was his mother and father arguing about him failing school.

And mommy’s is just so proud of me

I bought her dinner almost ever week

Oh, why was everyone so fucking mad at me?

It’s not cool,cool,cool

The band stopped playing as they noticed he broke down in tears out of anger.

“Why’d you stop keep going damnit!” Chris shouts, they all walk up to him hugging him letting them know they where their for them.

Now who’s the fool?

He sobbed into Matt’s hoodie, tears soaking the sleeve.

He was failing school, disappointing his parents, clinging to a guitar like it was oxygen.

I’m camping as we speak with no cell service help 😶

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[mattsdivaa]

NAIL POLISH

- dealer!chris x sunshine!reader

The faint sound of his breathing and the movie you two where watching, he’s asleep,dried blood on his knuckles his nails. You were trying but the adhd in you was doing its thing.

your boyfriend was lying there like a blank canvas. So… you slowly move his legs off you and grabbed your tiny pink nail polish bottle from your bathroom and made a decision.

“I’m sorry baby” you whisper as you slowly reach and grab his left hand starting painting slow streaks on his thumb.

“Shouldn’t have looked so paintable..” You added a tiny white dot near the edge of the nail starting to make clouds, His fingers twitched in your lap but after such a long day you know he wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

One by one your worked making his nails pretty and bright. you crawl over him now resting his right hand on your thigh. This time starting with blue, pink, blue pink and clouds on every blue nail.

As soon as both hands had dried Chris’s eyes flutter open staring at you confused as your hands cover your giggles. “Whatchu giggling for sunshine?” Pulling you to lay next to him.

He looks at his hand confused “you painted my nails.” You couldn’t stop smiling “yup, you likey”

He hugged you tighter “mhm, now sleep” a buzz from his phone gets his attention, listing his phone to check “shit I’ll be back” he grabs his hoodie from the end of the couch, slips his shoes on and walked out, leaving you their alone on the couch.

But that’s how is usually went when you two where going to spend time together he’d leave, rarely reply to your texts and he’d show up to your door a few days later as much as you loved him he was an asshole.

your in the kitchen cooking dinner you hear the keys rattle unlocking the door.

“So I forgot about this shit” rising both hands in the air.

“Oh sorry”

“Yeah, a few people pointing it out when I was out doing deals”

He stands behind you one hand on your waist, the other stirring the pot

“I might need you to paint my nails more but maybe less vibrant” you try hiding a smile “yeah I like that”

now you know you’re going to make his nails nice and pretty every chance you get.

Because no matter how many times he left, he always came back. And you? You always made room.

OMGG THANKYOU THANKYOU WHOEVER GAVE ME REQUESTS ILL GET THEM OUT THIS WEEK I PROMISE!!! AND OMG THANK YOU @viviansturns FOR ALL THOESE IDEAS I LOVE UUU 🤍🤍

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