#gxldenlushꨄ

[gxldenlush]

🪻pumpkin patch

(september = autumn = spooky season)

Pumpkins are so goddamn heavy.

My sister left me and decided to wait in the car because it was too cold but a jacket would “ruin her outfit”, so here I am, alone, holding a huge pumpkin while trying to pick up another. I almost fall on my face and drop both pumpkins when someone catches me, two strong hands grip my arms to stop me from falling forwards.

“Woah. You good?” He helps me stand upright, when I turn to thank him I realise how close we actually are. This man is slightly taller than me, gorgeous brown fluffy hair and the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Thank you, I always forget how heavy these things are” I laugh nervously, considering I just realised that I nearly fell over in front of this man.

“Yeah, so do I. Probably because they’re only around once a year, huh?”

“Yeah I guess so”

He smiles at me, he’s clearly nervous, he looks down at the two pumpkins I had attempted to carry. “Who’s the other one for? Boyfriend?”

“Oh, no. My sister, she’s waiting in the car because she’s too cold.”

“Too cold? It’s not that bad outside”

“She wouldn’t wear a jacket because it would ‘ruin the outfit’ apparently.”

“Oh, well of course, you can’t ruin the fit” He plays along, his smile is adorable. “I see yours fits the occasion.. it’s nice”

“Thank you.. I like your sweater”

“I’m Matt”

“y/n”

“Nice to meet you… do you want help carrying those? I don’t mind”

“What about your pumpkins?”

”My brothers can take care of it for me.. I’ll grab the heavy one..”

“Wanna grab my number too?” I half-joke. I squeeze my eyes closed and shove my face into my hands as I regret my choice of words. He laughs loudly when he hears my request.

“Woah! You’re forward!”

“I don’t know why I said that” I laugh from the embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it… it was cute”

“Really?”

He doesn’t give a verbal answer, he only replies by handing me his phone with the “new contact” screen open.

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@mattscoquette

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Braces || m.s

Pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary: y/n got braces and is worried about what mattt will think.

Warnings: use of y/n, established relationship, insecurities/self criticism(?¿), nicknames (sweetheart, babe/baby, my girl, beautiful), pure fluff

A/n: I’m supposed to get braces soon so ig I’m just projecting😓

semi-proofread

Blue = matt

Pink = y/n

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7 Missed calls from “my love��”

6 voicemails from “my love🩵”

5 New Messages from “my love🩵”

Babe it’s been almost a week, I’m getting worried.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Did I do something wrong?

I know you’re reading these!

I’m coming over.

I’ve been staring at myself in the bathroom mirror for the last hour. Pushing my lips up and down to show my teeth.

Braces suck. They hurt, they’re uncomfortable… they’re ugly.

I want to break the mirror. But that won’t change how I look. It’s disgusting. Why couldn’t I have had normal teeth? Why did they have to be so fucked up?

I was never insecure about my teeth, until my dentist basically told me that I should be, she told me that some of my teeth overlap and that my jaw is slightly lopsided. After that, it’s all I could see. But now that I have braces to fix that? I can’t even think of going to visit my own boyfriend without being terrified that he will leave me because of how I look.

“He won’t love you anymore”

“You’re not pretty enough for him”

“You look disgusting”

“You shouldn’t even try. There’s no point.”

“You’ll be alone”

That’s all I can hear in my mind as I stare at the mirror, pulling at my upper lip so that I can view my new braces better, my vision slightly blurred from the tears that are constantly rolling down my cheeks and dropping onto the sink below me.

A faint call of my name downstairs confuses me. Matt? Shit. Before I can close the bathroom door, he appears in the doorway, he takes in my tired, tear-stained face and his face contorts with worry.

“Baby, what’s going on? Why haven’t you been talking to me?”

I don’t answer him, not wanting to open my mouth in fear that he’ll see my braces. Frustrated tearsburn my cheeks as escape my eyes. He steps closer and cups my face in his hands, I flinch away, my new braces making not only my teeth sensitive, but the entire lower half of my face.

“Y/n, talk to me, you’re really worrying me” the hurt look in his eyes are enough for me to give in.

I angle my head down and mumble my reply so that my teeth don’t show as I talk. “M’got braces ‘n’ I hate ‘em.”

“Braces, huh? Let me see.” He puts his fingertips under my chin, his touch much gentler this time. I pull away and shake my head.

“Mh-mmh, ‘s ugly” I cover my mouth with my hand as I speak.

“Hey” He speaks gently as he takes my hand and pulls it away from my mouth. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week, I’m getting withdrawals. I want to see my beautiful girl. C’mon, smile for me”

I hesitantly lift my head and smile awkwardly, showing the horrific scene that is my teeth and braces. He puts his hands on the sides of my face again, with such a gentle touch I’m not even sure it’s there. The terrifying dread pooling in my stomach gnaws its way up to my burning throat as I try not to cry.

He smiles wide “There’s my girl. You’re still gorgeous.”

“no m’not” tears fill my eyes, he wipes them away as quickly as they fall.

“Yes you are. You are absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Nothing could change my mind, especially not some braces.”

“But I look so… geeky. I already wear glasses, this is just ridiculous” i attempt to look in the mirror again but matt puts his hands on my hips and turns me to face him again.

“I think you look cute, sweetheart”

I shake my head and put my hands on my face to hide a blush creeping to my cheeks.

“C’mon, let’s go lay down and watch a movie” He takes my hands and moves them away from my face, leading me to the bedroom. He jumps onto the bed with a dramatic grunt, I let out a little laugh as I join him, his arm going around my shoulders and my head resting on his chest.

Matt pulls away slightly to look at my face, he puts his hand under my chin again. “Do they hurt?”

“Like a bitch” I nod. “It’s like a dull ache in my entire jaw as well as my teeth, because they’re fixing my jaw too, apparently it’s lopsided. Look, my teeth go all the way together on one side, but on the other there’s a gap between top and bottom” I clench my teeth together and show him, he looks and I’m right, my jaw is uneven.

“Huh, I never noticed that before” He mutters as he puts his hands on the sides of my face gently and looks closely at my teeth. “Still beautiful” He runs his fingers through my hair and I sigh contentedly at the soothing feeling.

“I remember when I had braces. I hated it, especially when I had to go get them tightened.”

“You had braces?” I look up at him, surprised that I didn’t know that fact.

“Yeah a few years ago, so did Nick and Chris”

“Is that why you’re being so nice about mine?”

“Yes and no, i’m being nice because i know how painful they are when they’re first fitted. But, I do think they look cute on you, and you’ll be happy by the end when you get them taken off because you’ll have nice straight teeth” He smiles down at me, that smile that I adore so much, that always makes me feel better.

I sigh and put my head back on his chest, carefully due to the ache in my jaw “I love you”

“I love you too, Sweetheart”

𖤐𖤐𖤐

We stay like this for a while, just silently in each other’s embrace, until Matt spoke up.

“Why didn’t you just tell me about the braces? Why did you avoid me?”

Regret and guilt eats away at my chest and stomach. I feel terrible for avoiding him, and now I feel terrible for what I’m about to tell him.

“I thought you wouldn’t think i’m pretty anymore… I thought that if you saw me with them, you’d leave me”

I can hear the surprise mix with hurt in his voice “What? Sweetheart, I wouldn’t- first of all, I’d never not think you are anything less than fucking gorgeous. But also, I would never just leave you simply because of your braces. I love you way too much to do anything like that.”

Even though his words cause a warmth in my chest, it also causes the guilt in my stomach to finally chew a giant hole all the way through. “I’m really sorry that I thought that of you, I was just scared…”

“It’s okay, baby. I, of all people, understand overthinking a situation. It’s alright. At least now you know.”

I nod in response, we turn on the TV and watch one of our “together-shows”. Every now and then (the only movement made by either of us) matt kisses my temple as a reassurance that he’s still there and still loves me.

Matt always knows how to cheer me up and make me feel better. I never stay in a bad mood for long when I’m around him. And he’s right, braces are temporary, and I’ll be happy with the end result so there’s no point dwelling on something that is gradually making things better.

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Love you love you | m.s

pairing: bestfriend!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you woke up in your best friends bed after a party with total memory loss. Matt helps you fill in the gaps

warnings: hangover, love confession (?), use of y/n, nickname (sweetheart), mentions of being sick/vomiting

A/N: this is my first fic, so I apologise if it’s terrible 😖 bold & italics = flashback/memory

blue - matt

pink - y/n

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A pounding headache. That’s the first, last, and only thing I think I’ve gained from last night’s party. I roll over to check my phone, that’s when I realise I’m not in my own bed. Shit. I recognise the room, but my head is banging so painfully that I can’t even concentrate on how. The sound of the door opening causes me to shoot up in the bed, I immediately regret the sudden movement when my hand flies to my throbbing head in agony.

“G’mornin party animal” I know that teasing voice. I look up and my face pales and my heart drops to my ass.

Matt.

My silence paired with my half-confused, half-mortified expression makes matt laugh.

“You don’t even remember last night do you?”

“Oh god” I cover my face embarrassed. “How bad was I? Did I puke?”

“No, no puking involved…” he chuckles as approaches the bed with a glass of water and some Advil, he passes them to me and I take them like they’re my lifeline. They felt like it in that moment.

I take a minute to look at my surroundings, I then realise I’m no longer wearing my dress, but instead I’m wearing Matt’s favourite hoodie. Panic floods through my body. “We didn’t-… did we?”

Matt’s eyes widen when he realises what I was asking him. “Oh my god, no! You were way too drunk and, you know I’d never… y’know…”

“Right…” something is on his mind though. “Then why are you looking at me like that? What horrifyingly embarrassing thing did I do last night?”

“Do you remember talking to me while I put you to bed?” I try my hardest to remember but to no avail, I shake my head, scared of what I said t him. “Oh god, what did I say?”

Matt takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a nervous expression. “You… told me that you love me”

“Oh, that isn’t so bad, I tell you that I love you all the time, you’re my best friend-”

“No, it was different this time, you said that you love me love me…”

My eyes pop into saucers as last night starts to flood back to me.

“Okay, almost there, just a few more steps” Matt carries most of my weight as I stumble into his bedroom, a giggling mess.

“You’re so sweet, Matty”

“I’m glad you think that, sweetheart” he chuckles. Matt helps me to sit on his bed, pulling my foot up one at a time so he can take off my favourite heels.

“No like reeeeeally sweet” his reply is another laugh. “I love you Matt”

“I love you too, y/n. C’mon let’s get this uncomfortable dress off, you can wear my favourite hoodie” He pulls me forward to unzip my dress for me.

“Nono, I like… love you love you! Like, I wanna go on dates with you, go to parties together, wear matching costumes on Halloween and.. I wanna kiss you and-and i want you to call me your girlfriend. I love you love you…”

Matt is totally dumbfounded for a good few seconds, until he shakes his head. “Y/n, you’re drunk, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Nooo I’m serious! I know you don’t love me back, i can tell by the look on your face but.. I reeeally love you”

It’s quiet for another minute or so, Matt finally speak up. “I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re totally wasted, we’ll talk in the morning”

“Are y’mad at me for saying all that?”

“I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. Arms up” he pulls my dress over my head and replaces it with his favourite hoodie, he tucks me into bed, and climbs in next o me, holding me close as I fall asleep

I’m at a loss for words. He’s looking at me as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

Here comes the word vomit…

“I’m so sorry Matt, I don’t even know what I was talking about! I think I was just really emotional and feeling a little lonely because everyone at the party had someone and I didn’t have anybody and then you were so nice to me, like you always are and I just-”

And here comes the actual vomit…

I dive out of the bed with my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time, spewing my guts up. Seconds later, I feel my hair being pulled away from my face with gentle hands. Matt rubs soothing circles on my back

“you’re okay..”

He reassures me as I throw up all of the alcohol and gross party food from last night. I finally finish gagging and coughing, and sit down on the bathroom floor. I look into Matts worried eyes, he pushes a piece of hair from my face as he cups my face in his hands.

“I am so sorry”

“I love you too…”

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[gxldenlush]

Wedding date || c.s

Pairing: best friend!chris x fem!reader

Summary: y/n needs a date to her competitive sisters wedding.

Warnings: use of y/n, nickname (ma), random names for sister & her husband, slow burn (no development in this part)

A/n: gonna be a series so lmk if you want part 2. semi proofread😓

word count: 1840

Pink=y/n

Orange=chris

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“But I hate weddings! I doubt she even wants me there anyways” I’m currently pacing around my bedroom, protesting to my best friends reasoning as to why I should go to my sisters wedding next month.

“It might be fun, y/n. You might meet someone” Chris shrugs on his end of the already 3 hour long FaceTime.

“That’s the thing, I told her I had a boyfriend last month when she came over for dinner” I now regret this lie, but at the time I didn’t know that my sister would get married so quickly.

“Y/n, you are the most single person I know, and this is me talking! Why would you even tell her that you were dating someone?”

I instantly roll my eyes at the thought of my sisters competitive attitude. “You know what she’s like, Chris. She’s always trying to one-up me, i just told her about my new job and she instantly adds on that she got a promotion as though what I said meant nothing.” I stop my pacing and I throw myself backwards onto my bed with a groan.

“So you tried to one-up her?”

“No, she started talking about her boyfriend and how perfect he is, mom gave me that expectant look, you know the one? Her smile says “it’s okay” but her eyes say “if you say the opposite of what I want you to say, I wont talk to you for weeks”. I just cracked!”

“And now you have a non-existent boyfriend?”

“Yep” i sigh dramatically which pulls a laugh out of Chris. “So when she was on the phone talking about her wedding, she told me i could bring my boyfriend, I couldn’t say no!”

“Why didn’t you just say you broke up?”

“No way, that’s so much worse! Do you think Nick could pretend to be straight for one night?” I only half joke, genuinely willing to try anything.

Chris laughs loudly at my suggestion “Nick couldn’t even pretend to be straight when he thought he was straight! Look, how about this, if you can’t get a better solution by the week before your sisters wedding, I’ll go with you.”

I sit up and my eyes widen and shine with hope and gratitude as they look down at Chris on my screen.

“really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure, why not.”

“That would be amazing, I’ll let you know, alright?”

Chris nods and changes the subject slightly.

“So, your sisters… fiancé… how long have they even been together?”

“Like six months? I don’t get it, honestly.I know the whole ‘when you know, you know’ stuff genuinely happens for some people but, I’d still want to be with them for much longer just in case, you know? Even if they propose at that time, I’d stay engaged for a while first.”

“Yeah, I agree. I feel like they probably don’t even know each other totally yet”

“Exactly!”

“Yeah, I think you have to know a girl for at least a year before knowing if she’s ’the one’, y’know?”

“I agree”

We’re silent for a few seconds before i mumble another comment. “He’s kind of creepy too, I do’t like him.”

“Creepy?” Chris’ tone has altered ever so slightly. Concerned. Protective.

“Yeah, he’s always staring, doesn’t understand personal space… he’s just strange”

“Does he make you uncomfortable?”

“A little bit, but I think that’s just because I don’t really know him.” I scoff. “My sister doesn’t even know him and she’s marrying him”

“If he ever does anything to you-”

“Which he wont”

“If he does… you’ll tell me. Right?”

“Of course I would.” He flashes me a smile.

“So anyway, did you figure out who ate your pop tarts?”

“I don’t know for sure but I’m fully convinced it was Matt”

We continue going through random conversational topics until we both fall asleep. A call that lasts about 5 hours? That’s normal for us, every single night that we aren’t seeing each other in person.

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“So, did you find a date for your sisters wedding?”

It’s a week before the wedding and I had no luck in finding a date. I shake my head as I hand him a Pepsi.

“Damn… so what colour tie should I wear?”

“You still want to be my date?”

“Sure, it’ll be fun. Besides, you can talk shit to me about your sister the whole time if you want” He smiles, knowing that sentence alone will convince me.

“Alright, but only if you’re okay with going?”

“Of course I am. One thing though”

“Yeah?”

“Your sister fucking hates me” he laughs

“Oh well” i shrug “Emma hates everyone that doesn’t love her as much as she loves herself. besides she’ll just have to deal with the fact that I love my totally real boyfriend”

“Awh, you love me?” He plays into the joke “damn, you’re saying it this quick? You’re turning into her”

“Woah, that’s not even funny!” I try to sound serious, but I can’t help but laugh.

“Wear your yellow tie, if you still have it, the one you wore for homecoming?”

“Yeah I’ve still got it, are you wearing yellow?”

I nod with a smirk “she hates yellow, and I look great in it”

“Ooh, we’re going bitchy for this wedding. I love it”

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“Hey, I’m here, are you almost ready?” Chris says over the phone as I finish up my hair in the mirror.

“Almost, just finishing my hair, just come up”

He hangs up the phone, I assume he’s walking into the house, I hear him walk up the stairs and lightly knock on my door.

“Come in” I turn to face the door, smoothing out my yellow dress as he opens the door.

When I take sight of Chris, my heart flutters. He looks so handsome. I can’t help but find hin attractive. I note that his eyes widen when he sees me.

“Holy shit, ma. You look gorgeous.” He sounds breathless, i think nothing of it, maybe he walked here.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself” I smile as I make my way over to him, I raise his tie and put the end of it against my dress. “Perfect match”

“Like fate”

“Or destiny” we laugh.

“Alright, let’s get going. Mom and dad are already there with Emma.”

“Shall we, m’lady?” He holds his arm out for me to link to.

“We shall” I laugh as I take his arm.

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The reception was lovely, I have to say. It was an outdoor wedding in the middle of summer, the weather was perfect and so were the vows. I am now sat at a table with Chris to my right and my father on my left with my sister beside him, drinking champagne and finishing dessert.

“So, y/n, how long have you and Connor been together?” My sister pipes up, clearly getting Chris’ name wrong on purpose.

“His name is Chris.” I reply through gritted teeth

“Oh, right. Silly me”

I roll my eyes as I conjure up more lies “we’ve been dating for about two months now, but we’ve ben friends for years”

“Yup, loved her even then” Chris adds in, leaning closer to me, placing his hand on my thigh, an action that is only visible to me, which confuses me. I smile at him, he kisses my cheek as I struggle to control my blush. What is happening to me?

Once we’ve finished dessert and our glasses of champagne, music starts to play, my sister and her new husband are called up by the DJ to begin their first dance. Everyone gathers around the dance floor to watch and record their first dance as a married couple. When I hear the song that’s playing, I scoff, shake my head and go sit down. Chris follows after me.

“Hey, don’t you wanna watch them dance?”

“No” I reply, sulking.

“What’s wrong?” He sits sideways in the chair next to me to face me, he takes my hands in his, seeing that I’m clearly upset.

“When we were kids, we used to watch Princess and the Frog, this song is from that movie. I told Emma that when I got married, this would be my first dance song.” I explain as an extended version of ‘Ma Belle Evangeline’ plays.

“Well, you can still dance to it now?”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts. When the DJ calls more people over to dance, we will dance too. Me and you.” He stand up and holds his hand out for me to take. “And we’ll dance a damn site better than them” he smirks.

“Now let’s get the bride and grooms parents and siblings up.”

I sigh and take Chris’ hand, he leads me to the dance floor and we start to slowly sway to the music, my arms around his neck and his hands on my waist.

And I love you, Evangeline…

I recognise his cheeky smile and I laugh as he takes my hand and starts to spin me around, we sway again, smiling and only looking at each other. Just as the song is ending, Chris dips me, like in the movie that I have also watched with him over the years. He slowly pulls me back up to stand when the song ands and everyone applauds. A huge mile on my face.

“Thank you”

“Anything for you, y/n” he smiles back at me, there’s a hint of something else in his eyes that I can’t quite place, all i know is that it’s something good.

The night goes well, apart from a few comments back and forth between my sister and I. We all laugh and dance and drink. That last one bars Chris, he doesn’t drink alcohol, even after Emmas new husbands many attempts to coax him into drinking something.

I ended up having to snap at him, which pissed off my sister to no end. “James! He said no!”. Emma didn’t speak to me after that.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, you gonna be alright alone?” I mumble to Chris as i pick up my handbag and stand up.

“Yeah sure, I’ll just talk to to your dad” He smiles up at me, I ruffle his hair to which he slaps my hand away making me laugh

“Wont be long” I make my way to the bathroom, leaving the large marquee and going into the main building behind it.

Walking down the hallway, I hear my name being called.

“Y/n!”

When I turn around im surprised by who meets my gaze

To be continued…

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@mattscoquette

[gxldenlush]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐟 || 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

lmk if you want pt2, or a nick/matt version, or a diff hc🙃

༻when he first started paying for/buying things for you, you’d object and try to pay yourself.

༻But after many many attempts, and many many lines, such as “I love you too much to let you pay for yourself” and “it’s my job to spoil you, ma”. After that, you just accept it and thank him over and over again.

༻ Princess treatment all day long

༻If he’s got a day full of meetings, you know there’s either a wad of cash on the nightstand when you wake up with a note telling you he’ll be gone for the day or a transfer into your bank with the reference “anything you want”

༻your nails will never be unkept or outdated. They’re always fresh, perfect, and backfilled whenever you want.

༻you 100% know his cards PIN number

༻your hair is always perfect and exactly how you want it

༻fancy date? No problem, there’s a bag waiting on his bed with a new dress and heels for the night.

༻he listens to every word you say just in case he gets an idea about his next surprise for you

༻some of his fans are mean to you about how spoiled you are.

༻he always posts you on his instagram, snapchat, TikTok, all of it. He makes sure that every single fan knows that you are spoiled simply because he loves you

༻there are many pictures of him being spotted at the mall carrying your bags

༻when he goes to Boston and you stay in LA, you better believe he’s sending food and flowers to the house ever day he’s away from you

༻little add-in, but he defo has a picture of you in his wallet

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@asherrisrandom @nickssunglasses @mattscoquette

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spiritually yours || m.s

pairing:highschool!matt x ghost!fem!oc

summary:Matt is in love with a ghost.

warnings: mentions of death, very very sad (i cried hard), blood & injuries (stab wound), lmk if I missed anything

a/n: thought of this at 2am & cried writing it

word count: 4.9k

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Matt has a secret. He sees ghosts. Well, one ghost, specifically. He’s grown completely infatuated with her, if you can believe it.

Adelaide died a very long time ago. 1899 to be precise. She has been trapped in this house since her death, she has no idea why. She found out that Matt could see her when the boy was only eleven years old. Now, the eighteen year old is utterly obsessed with the 125 year old spirit.

Adelaide first started speaking to Matt through dreams and thoughts, on his eleventh birthday, when he was about to fall asleep, he heard “Happy birthday, sweet child”, he opened his eyes and there she was. In a gorgeous Victorian style dress, a light blue that made her eyes stand out beautifully. He wasn’t even scared, he felt oddly calm by this new presence. She gave him this sense of comfort that he’d never felt before.

It didn’t take long for Matt to fully understand that Adelaide was a ghost. Although she hates that word, she doesn’t know what to be called, but she knows that “ghost” isn’t on the list.

Which brings us to today. Matt is sat up in bed, way past the usual time he goes to bed, his nose buried inside a book he found in the attic a few days ago when Adelaide enters the room.

“Hey, you’re earlier than usual” He smiles as he closes the book and puts it in his lap.

“I was tired of waiting” The girl shrugs as she sits on the edge of his bed. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, I found it up in the attic when we were having that clear out..”

“May I?” she holds her hand out for him to pass her the book. she opens the cover and reads the writing. her face softens. “This was mine…”

“It was? how did-“

“That’s my handwriting in here, my name, all of it… I remember this book, I read it religiously”

Matt changes the subject slightly. “Can I ask you a question?.”

“Of course” she places the book down next to her on the bed gently.

“How old were you when you… died?”

“I was nineteen”

His eyebrows raised, he wasn't expecting her to be that young.

"So young," he mumbled to himself. after a moment of silence, she changed the subject.

“Don’t you have a paper for your history class due to be finished soon?”

Matt looks over at the open notebook and laptop sitting on his desk waiting for him to start his assignment. “Yeah.. right. I forgot”

“How about I help you… I’ve seen plenty of history. What is it about?”

Matt sighs as he drags himself off his bed and towards his desk, he sits down in front of it and switches his laptop on.

“I have to write about a previous owner of my house… Everyone is going to have war stories but nobody lived in this house before us since like 1930… I’ve contacted people but they haven’t replied…”

Adelaide sits down on the edge of the desk. “Isn’t there anybody else that you could speak to?” That question sparks an idea.

“Hey, what about you? I mean you said that your family was the first people to own this place… could I write about you?”

“Me? What would you even write about me?”

Matt looks nervous to ask his next question.

“Could I… talk about… how you died maybe?”

“You want to know how I died?”

“Please..? If you don’t want it in my assignment that’s totally understandable but… I do want to know.”

“I’m afraid to tell you…” The spirit speaks with a large amount of uncertainty in her voice.

“Why?”

Adelaide sighs deep, seemingly troubled by the thought of telling Matt of her death.

“I believe that you can still see it… once you learn of a spirits story, of their death, you see the cause. Almost like an illusion… Do you understand that?”

He immediately tensed up, his stomach twisting into painful knots. He didn’t want to see whatever horrific scene it was. He didn’t want to see Adelaide dead, but he also wanted to know more.

He shut his eyes, silently consenting to it.

“So if you tell me how you died, I’d be able to see it?”

“Yes. and I don’t want you to see me like that…”

“Please? It won’t change how I feel about you.. What if you’re like super vague and I fill in the gaps?”

“But you’ll see me like it forever…”

He let out a shaky breath, trying to stay calm. Matt knew what he was about to see would forever be ingrained into his memory.

"I.... I don't care," he replied through clenched teeth.

Adelaide sighs, giving in. “Alright…”

Matt perks up in his seat, bracing himself ready to hear the story.

“When I was nineteen, I fell ill. Terribly ill. My sister took care of me, I slowly grew… they said that I grew insane but I don’t believe that. I believe it’s that word you’ve mentioned before.. when you’re very very sad…”

“Depressed?” Matt questions, he feels a pang in his chest when he hears her reply

“Yes, depressed. I believe that was what happened to me.”

“Did you die from your illness?”

“No…” Another hit to his heart.

“Then… How?”

Adelaide takes a long pause, preparing herself for retelling this story.

“My mother found me, in my washroom… I had stolen a knife from my dinner-“

Before she can continue, Matt feels a chill through his body, a single word is forced into his mind. “lies”.

“That’s not true is it? You didn’t-”

“I don’t remember my death, I remember walking to the washroom but that’s all.. Everybody said that I did it myself.”

He feels the same shiver and the same word pushes into his mind. Matt realises that he can’t see any difference in Adelaide’s appearance he looked up at her in pure confusion, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don’t see anything," he mumbled, looking around the room. "I-I thought I would've seen something by now..."

“It’s talking to you isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“The house… It remembers every core event that occurred in its walls. Especially the tragedies, everything. It’s telling you different isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.. it is- how is that possible?”

“I haven’t a clue… But it’s fascinating isn’t it?”

Matt let’s out a huff of a laugh “You love that word.. fascinating.. You say it a lot”

“You show me a lot of fascinating things…”

“How does the house remember your death, Adelaide?”

“It tells me that I was wrongly medicated. My sister was the one who took charge of my medication. The house believes that she lethalised my doses in order to keep me ill. Until I realised that I could communicate with this house, I thought that I had used that knife on myself, the house tells me that it was my sister, to keep the blame far away from her…”

Matt’s eyes widened at her words. He never imagined that the cause, the reason she... did it.... was because of her disease.

But when the story changed to the truth, he really didn’t expect to hear that her own sister was the cause behind it all. He felt a wave of anger wash over him.

"Wait... Are you saying your own sister.... made you go insane...?-“

“She apparently lethalised my medicine dosage, yes. I had lost consciousness due to exhaustion and she came into my bedroom, apparently she moved me into the washroom and set my body to make it seem as though I had-” She sighs, not wanting to give more detail. She has already given enough.

“How old was your sister when she did this?”

“Twenty-three, she still lived with us, which was unnatural at the time. All women are usually married off by 20 at the oldest.”

“Were you… married off?”

“No, but I had a suitor prepared for me… My future was just at my reach… He was nice, kind…”

“Did you like him?”

The girl shrugs “I suppose, I wouldn’t have married him on my own accord, of course. Its what my father wanted, so…”

Matt was shocked at this. “So your dad was just going to marry you off to some random guy that you never loved?”

Adelaide cant help but laugh softly at his surprised expression.

“This happened to every woman back when I was alive, Matt”

Matt didn’t care about the “other women”. He was concerned about Adelaide, the fact that her already short-lived life wasn’t how she wanted it to play out. The fact that she never had a say in her own happiness infuriated him, and now she never will.

“My sister didn’t obtain a suitor. She had a few but they always rejected a marriage offer, I never knew why. My sister was beautiful.” Adelaide clears her throat to stop a tear from forming in her eye. “Why don’t you start writing it down?” She turns his focus back onto his assignment.

As Matt begins to write notes, he decides to turn them into a full essay later. He wants his facts first. But just as Adelaide is spelling out her sisters name to him, the pen flies from his hand and hits the wall on the other side of him, the paper soon following.

“Holy shit!”

“Are you alright?” He nods at Adelaide’s concern. “She doesn’t like when people tell that story…”

“Imagine that…” Matt mutters in a sarcastic tone. “Wait, you still talk with her?”

“She’s still here. Though she died much older.”

He let out a shaky breath as he heard Adelaide’s words.

“S-She’s still here?” He repeated, his voice as soft as a whisper. He felt a rush of anxiety wash over him, he could feel the hair on the nape of his neck stand up, chills run down his spine. He was suddenly very aware of where he was, and the possibility of Adelaide’s sisters presence.

“I don’t allow her to be seen by you.”

“yeah I’d rather not- How do you ‘not allow her’?”

“I protect you here, Matt. And your family.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears Adelaide mention that she protects him and his family. He feels a mix of gratitude and relief fill him, he was grateful that she was looking out for him, but he was also afraid of what she’s protecting him from.

“How do you… protect me? and why?”

“The house has made me believe that it is because I was the first to die within it’s walls, I somehow have the power to protect you. As for why… I protect you because I have never felt this way for a man.”

Matt could feel his heart flutter as her words hit him, they reached into his chest and wrapped around his heart in a protective hug. Adelaide cares for him, more than anybody else, and she had the power to protect him. He gently took one of her hands, an action he only learnt was possible a few months ago, and brought it to his chest holding her against his heart.

“I always forget that you can do this” She smiles down at her hand in his.

“You really care that much about me?”

“I said earlier that I wouldn’t have married my suitor from my life if I had the choice… If I ever did have a choice for marriage… it would’ve been a man like you.”

Matt couldn’t believe his ears. She would’ve chosen him. He was speechless for a moment. He doesn’t want to move, breathe, he was afraid that he was in a dream and that one wrong move would wake him up. “You would’ve chosen me?”

Adelaide doesn’t even have time to answer before Matt sees the blood. It’s seeping through Adelaide’s dress, right above her heart.

“Adelaide…”

“What is it?” Her eyes grew a size or two in worry.

“I didn’t realise but… I see it. The blood. Is that where she-”

“No” The girl begins to panic. “No no no no. Y-You can see this?”

He nods slowly, his eyes fixed on the deep red that contrasts the innocent blue of her dress. “Yes… Its right there”

“That… is the injury from my death, I-I don’t want you to see this… Y-You won’t love me if you see this.” Matt’s heart aches at her words. He shook his head fast , his voice filled with conviction.

“No…No, that’s not true, seeing this doesn’t change how I feel about you, I love you no matter what.”

“But I-” Adelaide cuts herself off with a sharp gasp when her dress changes before their eyes. The fabric loosing its beautiful colour, and opening around Adelaide’s wound, showcasing where the knife pierced her skin.

Matt was stunned as he watched her dress change, the fabric shifting and opening up. He could see the wound in her chest now, clear as day. He felt a wave of different emotions wash over him. sadness for the pain that Adelaide endured, anger that this was something she had to go through. He was speechless again for a moment, his eyes locked onto her body, taking in the sight in front of him.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke up, his voice soft yet filled with compassion.

"I... I can see it..."

Tears fill the poor girls eyes as her dress opens the last little bit, fully revealing the cut that killed her. Matt’s heart ached as he saw the tears fill her eyes, the last of the dress disappearing around the wound, revealing the fatal cut on her body. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The love of his life, the person he just admitted he loved, was killed by that cut. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him. He was unable to speak for a few moments, his mind working overtime trying to process what he was seeing.

Adelaide doesn’t take the silence well. She doesn’t give him time to speak, she stands up and rushes out of the room. His heart sank as she stood up and ran away from him, disappearing as she left his room. He was torn between wanting to go after her and wanting to respect her need for space. Matt knew that chasing after her when she was upset is not a good idea. He sat there at his desk, his heart heavy, his mind full of questions. He let out a deep sigh, silently hoping that she would be okay.

Hours passed but Adelaide were nowhere to be seen. He couldn't sleep. His mind was full of thoughts, worries about her. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to will himself to fall asleep, but it was futile. He lay there for what felt like an eternity when suddenly, he heard a faint creak from the door. he sat up quickly, his eyes scanning the darkness. He searched every square inch of his dark bedroom, but Adelaide was nowhere to be found.

He lay back down and eventually falls asleep, only to be awoken again by a nightmare. He woke up with a gasp, his heart racing from the nightmare he had. His body was tense, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was about to sit up when he suddenly felt a gentle touch on his hair. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening.

He couldn’t see Adelaide, but he could feel her presence. He could feel her hand gently stroking his hair, soothing him. He knows that she is ensuring that he doesn’t see her because of what he will also see when she makes herself visible to him. It was her way of protecting him from seeing the injury that took her life. He felt a mix of emotions. it was comforting to know that [FNAME] was there, that she cared enough to soothe him after his nightmare, but he also felt a pang of sadness knowing that he couldn’t see her.

After a few soothing yet saddening moments, Matt hears a soft whisper.

“I love you too much to allow you to see me this way.”

He lay there, listening to the sound of her whisper, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. He wanted to say something, to respond to her declaration of love, but he couldn’t find the words. He reached out tentatively, searching for her hand in the dark, wanting to feel her touch once more.

“Matt… don’t” She warns in a whisper, they both know that as soon as he touches her, she will be seen by him. He refuses to let go, once he’s found her hand, he traces his thumb over her knuckles as she becomes more visible to him in the soft glow of the moon through his window.

Matt sits up in his bed, tracing every feature of her face with gentle eyes.

“You don’t love me like this, do you?”

Matt was taken aback by her question. How could she believe that he no longer loved her? He shook his head quickly, his voice gentle and hurt that she would believe such a lie. “I do love you. More than anything, please don’t ever doubt that.”

“But what about my injury? Nobody is beautiful like this.”

Matt couldn’t believe his ears, He sits up in his bed, leaning close to Adelaide. “That doesn’t change how I see you. You’re still the most beautiful person to me, inside and out. Nothing could change that. Nothing.” He rests his forehead against hers gently, just living in this moment as he wants to forever. He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to memorize every detail of the moment, before he spoke in a soft and tender whisper.

"I love you... I don’t care what you look like, I don't care about the wound. I love you, all of you."

Matt does something brave, something he’s never done before, he musters up the courage to lean even closer, bringing his lips to meet hers. It was a soft and tentative kiss, filled with nothing but love. He pulled away briefly, his eyes lock with hers as he spoke.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time…”

This brings a laugh from Adelaide “How do you imagine how I feel, it’s been a hundred and twenty five years for me”

Matt joins in on the laughter, it is cut short with confusion when Matt realises something. Her wound is disappearing, his eyes widen in surprise and confusion.

“It’s… disappearing.”

“What is?”

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. bits and pieces of her injuries were vanishing before his eyes. He reached out and touched the area where the injury used to be, his fingers gently brushing against her skin. He looked up at her, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. “how is this happening..?”

Matt lightly traces his fingertips along the skin where the wound used to be. Adelaide looks down and sees no blood. “I-It’s gone.”

His fingertips gently traced the area where the fatal cut used to be on her chest. He was in disbelief as he saw that her injury had vanished. He then realises that her dress was mended perfectly, as if the injuries had never been there in the first place. He shook his head in bewilderment, his voice filled with awe as he spoke. “I don’t understand.. it’s gone... completely Gone..”

“I-I don’t know what t-this means” Adelaide stammers, completely confused.

He couldn’t say for sure what this new development meant. all he knew is that seeing her injuries disappearing right before his eyes was a miracle.

he shook his head, feeling a surge of hope rise within him.

"Maybe this means something... maybe..." he trailed off, unsure of what to make of this strange occurrence. He stops his sentence when he feels her hand become lighter in his, he looks down and sees something that tears his heart from his chest.

“Adelaide… your hand…” When she looks down, she sees her hand starting to fade away, she’s disappearing.

“No.. No I don’t want to go yet.”

“You’re.. you’re leaving me, aren’t you?” Matt’s eyes flood with tears.

She’s passing over.

He can’t stop it.

“Hey, it’s okay” Matt speaks, his throat burning as he attempts to keep his tear at bay. He refuses to let her see him like that. He will stay strong for her. “You can finally be happy.”

“But I am happy with you.”

“Adelaide, you can finally sleep… you can see your mom again”

“I-I do miss my mother…”

Matt’s heart aches as he hears her broken words. She hasn’t seen her mother in over 100 years. “You can be free to do whatever you want now, nothing can hold you back” He forces a smile.

Adelaide cant hold her tears any longer, she lets out a choked sob. “I don’t want to be without you.” Matt can sense the pain in her words. He stroked her hair gently and pulled her closer as he spoke in a gentle voice. “Hey, that’s okay, I’ll always remember you alright? You’ll always be in my mind and my heart.”

After a long tight hug that slowly becomes lighter and lighter, Adelaide finally gives in.

“Thank you for every moment, Matt”

His entire body aches with emotion. He looks into her eyes. “I will never forget our moments, Adelaide, you’ll always be the love of my life.”

“Don’t forget to write about me” Adelaide lets out a soft chuckle as she reminds him to write about her in his history presentation.

“I will write a million books about you, Adelaide you can be my ghostly muse” He smiles at his half-joke. He really will write about her. Every book, every school assignment, every word with be somehow tied to Adelaide

“I adore the sound of that.” She smiles through her tears.

Matt’s heart aches as he sees her attempt to smile. He couldn’t bear to see her this way. He gently wipes away her tears with his thumbs, he keeps his hands cupped to her cheeks, savouring the contact while he still can. His gaze filled with love and loss.

“Maybe one day we will be alive at the same time.”

“In the next life. I’ll find you.”

“Do you promise?” Her voice breaks as her eyes beg for his promise.

“I promise.”

They sit in silence as Adelaide slowly fades away.

“I love you”

“I adore you”

They kiss, once more to remember each other, they wish that they could stay in that moment forever. But alas, when Matt opens his eyes, the love of his life is nowhere to be seen. She has finally moved on, she will be at peace. Reunited with her mother. Free to be herself. Matt closed his eyes again, a mix of sadness and contentment coursing through him. He whispers into the dark of his bedroom, hoping that wherever Adelaide is, she can still hear him.

“I will always love you.”

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The next week was hard for Matt, he can’t go an hour of the day without thinking of his ghostly love. It can come to the time for him to read out his history assignment to his class. He wrote about her, just like he’d promised. He makes his way to the front of the class, preparing for the laughter as he is bound to burst into tears at the first sentence.

That is until his headmaster walks into the class, interrupting him. Matt silently thanks the man for postponing his assignment from being read, although it is something that Adelaide had wanted.

“Excuse me, Mr Sturniolo, I’m just here to introduce our new student. This is Addie. She has joined us from… where is it you’re from again?”

The new student comes to view, Matt cannot believe his eyes when he sees this girl. Her captivating eyes remind Matt of her. She’s wearing her favourite colour. She looks just like Adelaide.

“Oh, I’m from… all over.”

The girl takes a seat at the desk next to Matts. He is told to begin reading his assignment. He doesn’t feel afraid to read it anymore. He feels comforted, his eyes drawn to the girl sat next to his empty chair. He reads his assignment perfectly, he does get choked up when he speaks of Adelaide’s injury that caused her death. He remembers seeing the stab wound that she thought for so long was her doing. But when he looks up at this strangely familiar girl, his sadness and slight anger dissipates.

After his class has ended, he feels a tap on his shoulder, when he looks up at this girl, he sees her at a closer view. The resemblance is uncanny.

“What’s your name?”

“I-I’m Matt”

“I like that name… Sorry, I know this is weird but I just feel like I know you.” He doesn’t find it weird at all. Matt couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion as he hears those words. The familiarity in her voice and words striking a chord in him.

“That’s not weird. You remind me of someone too.”

“Is she pretty?” The girl jokes with a smile.

He chuckled softly at the light-hearted comment. He shook his head slightly, his voice growing softer. “She isn’t just pretty, she is like nobody else. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world. She had this warmth about her, just one look from her would make you forget everything else in the world… she is- well, she was- perfect.” Matts eyes fill with tears when he refers to Adelaide in the past tense.

“Was? Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it just still stings a little.”

Addie decides to change the subject, to avoid making him more upset, little does she know she will speak of the same girl.

“Hey, that presentation you did in there, from the eighteen-hundreds? That was some intense shit… So she used to live in your house all those years ago?”

He nodded with a small smile, honestly he wants to talk about her to this girl. To Matt, it feels like he is talking to Adelaide herself, telling her how… fascinating she was. God, she loved to use that word.

“Yeah, she died a hundred and twenty-five years ago…” He changes his story slightly so that this girls doesn’t think he’s crazy. “People say that her ghos- her spirit stayed for years and years after. She always thought that she had killed herself, because she didnt remember her death because she was so sick, but really it was her sister. She was only nineteen when she died, all she wanted from her life was to live how she wanted and to fall in love. Apparently she did, but with someone who was alive, they fell in love and when she realised that he loved her no mater what, she finally moved on. After over a hundred years…” Matt blinks away tears.

“Wow, thats fascinating.” His eyes grow wider when she says that.

“Did you just say fascinating?”

“Yeah, I love that word. I’m not sure why, just always use it.”

Matt’s gaze softens. “It really is a great word… Adelaide really was fascinating, she still continues to fascinate me, and everyone who hears about her…”

Addie smiles softly, seeing the clear appeal that he has with this spirit. “Why don’t you tell me more about her? I like to be fascinated” She laughs.

“Okay…” They start to walk down the hallway towards the exit doors, they walked home together that day. He told Addie all about Adelaide, she was genuinely interested, he was grateful of that. She asked questions and took in the information.

Matt will always love Adelaide, but he feels a very strong connection to her when he is with Addie. He can’t help but wonder if it’s possible for Adelaide’s spirit to be in this girl who is an absolute reflection of her.

Maybe they will always find each other.

In life and in death.

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@asherrisrandom @nickssunglasses @mattscoquette

[gxldenlush]

prison for life || m.s

based on this and this

pairing: murderer!matt x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of murder/blood/violence/etc, being held at gunpoint, use of y/n & random name for victim, angst, no happy ending, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: i’m not glorifying any of this. it’s just a story :)

blue-matt red-reader

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I never thought it would come to this. My husband has always been protective of me. But never like this. My Matt. Standing in front of a judge because of me. He protected me. It’s my fault. My Matt. Being sentenced to life in prison.

I’m sat, helpless, as Matt is in the stand being asked about that night. He’s so calm, so collected. The total opposite to me, tears are streaming down my face as I hold back sobs.

“Mr Sturniolo, did you know the victim?”

“Yes”

“How long did you know this man for? Were you close?”

“I knew him for a few days. Only met him once. Heard about him before I met him”

“Heard about him? Can you elaborate?”

“The stupid piece of shit mugged my wife.”

“So you shot him?”

“Yep” His simple, relaxed reply shocked the whole jury.

He’s telling the truth. My husband shot the man who threatened to shoot me. I shouldn’t have walked home alone with my new Prada handbag that Matt bought me for my birthday last month. He came from nowhere and pressed a gun to my side until I put the handbag and my engagement ring into his open hand.

On our wedding day, Matts vows brought me to tears. The one sentence that has been stuck in my mind since Matt was arrested was when he told me “I’ll always protect you, and if anybody hurts you, I’d go to prison for life.” I guess he kept his promise… He stood over that man’s already agonising body as he shot him. multiple times. all while giving him a speech about how it’s a big mistake to fuck with his family.

You’d think he’d try to deny it, cover it up. I did. He promised he’d never leave me, and now here he is, owning up to a crime that will send him away for life. My Matt. Leaving me forever. He kept one promise at the expense of another. The sentence that snaps me from my thoughts is: “We’d like to call Mr Sturniolo’s wife, mrs Y/n Sturniolo to the stand for questioning please.”

My head snaps up.

“No. She has no involvement in this.”

“Mr Sturniolo, you will speak when spoken to.” The judge speaks up. “And yes, your wife does have involvement. Especially if she is the reason you murdered this innocent man in cold blood” This man clearly doesn’t love anyone the way my Matt loves me.

“Mrs Sturniolo? Please stand. Do you consent to questioning?” I stand and I nod. My voice breaking as I reply.

“Yes”

Someone leads me up to the stand where I take a seat and take oath.

“Mrs Sturniolo. May I call you Y/n?” The lawyer that is against my husband speaks to me, the fact that this woman is against my Matt makes me hate her instantly.

“No”

“Alright then, Mrs Sturniolo, is what your husband said about the victim mugging you true?”

“Yes. It’s true. But that man wasn’t a victim, he was a criminal, the same type that you are trying to depict my husband to be”

“Ma’am, he is a victim. He is a victim of a murder. Your husband murdered this man. Do you agree or disagree?”

I don’t answer yet. I look over at Matt. My Matt. His eyes are filled with love and acception. He knows what’s going to happen and there is no point in denying it. He gives me a small nod to tell me to tell the truth. Tears flood my eyes again as I nod, keeping eye contact with the love of my life. I fell in love with those eyes eight years ago. Everybody told us we got married to early in life. We were 20 years old, but we had been in love since 13.

The judge asks Matt to stand up. He starts to speak but I cut him off.

“Your honour, may I please just say something? To you and to my husband? Please” He gives me a sympathetic look as my tear-filled eyes beg him to say yes. He nods and allows me to speak.

“My husband is a good man. He is kind, caring, considerate, and he makes me so so happy. He doesn’t deserve this. At all.” I meet Matts gaze. “You promised to protect me. You did that. But what about your promise to never leave me? Did you forget about that? I can’t live without you, Matt. My Matt. You are my love, my lifeline. How am I supposed to go about my days without you? You can’t leave me Matty.”

Matt looks down, almost ashamed. Not of his actions towards that man, but of the promise to me that he is definitely breaking today.

“My husband didn’t kill that man in cold blood. It may be a crime but he did it out of love. I understand that it’s no excuse but…” I turn to the judge and then to the jury “haven’t you even loved someone so much that you never want to see them cry? You would move the world just for them because the only world in your mind is them. Please, don’t take my world away from me”

I look down as I sob. The judge stays quiet for a moment. “Ma’am I’m sorry but it just doesn’t work that way.. Your husband committed a crime. A very bad crime. He much be punished for it. You may go sit down”

The guy who escorted me up there takes me back to my seat. Half way I stop and turn to the judge again.

“If you’re going to take him away from me then can I at least get a goodbye?”

The officer grabs my arm again, at the corner of my eye I see matt jolt forward but his lawyer holds him back. The judge waves the officer off me.

“I can’t allow that. You will be informed if and when there are visiting hours where we send him. I’m sorry Mrs Sturniolo” I nod, dropping my head again as I sit down.

“Mr Sturniolo. You are being charged with the murder of Caleb Montgomery. How do you plead?”

Matt turns around and finds my eyes. I shake my head, knowing what’s going to happen next. He nods, silently telling me that everything will be alright.

“Guilty”

“Then you are sentenced to life imprisonment, minimum 25 years based on behaviour.” My entire body flinches when he smacks the gavel down. Two officers go over to Matt.

My Matt. Being handcuffed and lead out of the room.

My Matt. Leaving me forever.

My Matt. Going to prison for life.

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@h3arts4harry @mattscoquette

[gxldenlush]

🪻ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃ℯ

The soft glow of the tv is the only source of light in Matts living room. He invited me over for a movie night, we ended up watching disney movies.

We’ve watched Tangled, Beauty and the Beast, Moana, and now we’re watching my all-time favourite. The Princess and the Frog.

“Do you think that the stars from this are the same stars from Peter Pan?” I look up at my boyfriend of three years from my position where my head is on his shoulder.

“Huh, I never thought of that. Maybe.. We should watch that next”

“Definitely”

A happy silence falls upon us again, before I speak up once more.

“The song that Ray sings for Evangeline is the song I want for my first dance at my wedding.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s just such a pretty song, you know?”

He doesn’t answer as the song starts play softly on the TV. Matt stands up and holds his hand out for me to take. I look up at him confused.

“What?”

“C’mon, hurry before the song ends” Matt smiles down at me as I take his hand and stand up in front of him.

He leads me around the coffee table and spins me once. I get the idea of what he wants now, smiling widely.

Matt pulls me close, my head laying against his chest as he rests his ontop of mine. We sway calmly to the music.

And I love you, Evangeline…

Matt takes my hand and pulls away, he pulls me back to spin me into him, my back against his chest, he spins me back out and pulls me in again. He spins me around a few times before I put my arms around his neck again and his hands rest on my waist. As the song slows to a stop, he dips me slowly the same way Naveen dips Tiana at the end of the song.

When Matt pulls me back up to stand, he plants a soft kiss to my lips which I happily return. “I love you”

“I love you more”

We go back to the couch and Matt pulls me back to lay my head on his chest, his arm going around my shoulders, his hand in my hair as he kisses my head.

“Y/n?”

“hm?”

“You’re my Evangeline”

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@mattscoquette

[gxldenlush]

🪻Forehead kisses

warnings: fluff, random name used (not for reader)

Forehead kisses are Matts love language towards me, I have no idea why but I’ll never complain. I love them. I’ve always been curious though, he always has this genuine look in his eyes like when he kisses my head, it’s the most meaningful thing in the world to him.

I get random ones sometimes when here hanging out, shopping, watching a movie, cooking dinner. But I always get one when he has to leave me for any reason. He’s got a meeting? forehead kiss goodbye. Filming with Nick and Chris? he mumbles against my temple that he’ll be back before I know it. Even when he’s only going tot he bathroom or the kitchen, he’ll kiss ,my head “just because”.

We are currently sat on the couch in Matts house in LA, trying to find a movie to watch when he gives me a random kiss on the side of my forehead. Curiosity gets the better of me.

“matt?” i get a “hm?” in response as he lifts the blanket of the back of the couch and drapes it over our entangled legs.

“why do you always kiss my forehead? You always do it”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Absolutely not, I love it. I’m just curious… you always have this look when you do it, like it’s.. sentimental? I don’t know..”

“Honestly, it’s as just something I’ve always done. I mean, it started when we were kids, remember? You were getting picked on my that asshole Billy Jameson, I stood up for you and when you gave me a hug, I kissed your forehead to help you feel better… Growing up, you always seemed so small and vulnerable, I guess the kisses were my way of.. protecting you?” He shrugs, a little self-conscious, almost like he thinks it’s stupid now that he’s said it out loud. “I guess it’s just a habit now. But I always remember the first time I did it whenever I do it now.”

“That’s… actually so sweet.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I never even noticed that… I think it’s adorable..” I smile when I see him blush.

“awhh you’re tryna protect mee” I coo with a grin, pinching his cheeks. He pulls his head away.

“Shut up”

“nuh-uh, you love me” I tease him.

“yeah, I guess I do” he smiles, kissing my forehead again.

I know now that he and I will have the same look on our eyes when he kisses my forehead, because now forehead kisses are the most meaningful thing in the world to me.

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Bullies || n.s

pairing: bff!nick x fem!reader

summary: Nick is there for y/n through thick and thin. When he finds out she’s getting bullied at school, he does his best to help her.

warnings: mentions of bullying, name calling, crying, use of y/n, swearing, blood/injuries, random name for bully

a/n: ❗️purely platonic❗️, y/n is in her last year of highschool, nick is still 20 (2 years between them), I wrote this at work so it’s not entirely proofread, also sorry to all the Mayas 😭

pink=y/n

purple=nick

orange=chris (he’s only in the beginning sorry😓)

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“Oh my god, look what Emily posted on her snapchat” Chris turns his phone around to show Nick a video. A girl stood in shock, teary-eyed as she reads horrible insults that have been scribbled onto her locker.

“slut”

“whore”

“clout chaser”

“fugly”

The insults go on until the entire locker door is filled with the black sharpie. At the end of the video, the girl turns and runs out of frame, her face just catching the camera as she escapes the laughs.

Nicks heart drops to his feet when he recognises the broken girl. “Chris, that’s y/n.”

“What? No way. If someone was picking on her, she would’ve told us, right?”

Nick doesn’t even spare his brother a reply as he grabs his phone and orders an uber. Five minutes away, great. He pulls his shoes on and gets a hoodie from his bedroom.

“Going to y/n’s! Don’t know when I’ll be back!” He calls to his brothers as he makes his way to the front door.

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Nick jumps out of the car before the uber even stops fully, thanking the driver on his way out.

He rushes to y/n’s front door, her parents’ cars aren’t in the driveway indicating that she’s home alone. He knocks on the door constantly, calling out her name and calling her phone.

The door opens a crack, when the person on the other side realises that it’s only Nick, y/n opens the door the whole way. Before he can even register the bruise on her cheek, she rushes to him, hugging him tight.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I saw what happened” He rubs soothing circles on her back. “Let’s go inside”

Y/n nods and turns into the house. It isn’t until Nick has walked into the house and y/n has closed the door and turned to face him, that he sees the black eye and busted lip.

“Holy shit, y/n! Did someone beat you up?”

“No, I threw the first punch… I’m suspended for a month”

“You got in a fight?” She nods “Where’s your first aid kit? That’s gonna get infected”

“I already cleaned it. You didn’t have to come all this way for me, you know. I’m fine…”

Nick sighs and grabs his best friends hand, pulling her to the living room and plopping himself down on the couch, pulling her down to sit next to him.

“Y/n listen, you are my best friend, and I love you. So, if you are sad, or hurt, or even hungry! I will always be there to help you out, got it?”

The girl nods and laughs at his words. “I got it, thank you… How did you see what happened?”

“Some girl on Chris’ snapchat put a video on her story… you know those things aren’t true, right?”

“I know, it just hurts that people think that of me, you know? I used to be friends with her and now she’s just-”

“Horrible? Awful? A total mega bitch?” Nick fills in the gaps

“Yes, yes and yes” She laughs.

“Wait, you used to be friends? Who was it?”

“Remember Maya? I told you about her a while ago, we were practically attached at the hip in middle school?”

“Her? Really? What the fuck is her problem?”

Y/n knows the exact reason why Maya hates her. She doesn’t want to tell Nick, as it might hurt his feelings.

“She- uhm…”

“It’s because you’re friends with me, Chris and Matt, isn’t it?” His words are soft, as though he blames himself.

“She’s just jealous that I’m friends with you and she isn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s her fucking problem. Dumb bitch can’t even keep her jealousy to herself? That’s pathetic! I hate bullies.”

Nick notices y/n biting at her lip in worry, re-opening the cut on her lip in the process. A small droplet of blood falls from her lip, Nick winces at the sight. He hates blood.

“You’re bleeding again, you want a tissue?”

Y/n dabs her lip with her finger, looking at the blood that transfers. “Oh shit, yeah. Sorry Nick.”

“It’s no problem, I’ll be right back”

Nick leaves the room and comes back with some toilet paper, he hands it to the girl and she daps at her bleeding lip again. “Thank you”

“I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it though”

“You’re ideas scare me”

“This one’s good, I promise!”

“Then why won’t I like it?” A skeptical tone laces the younger girls voice.

“What if you did the rest of your school year from home? Like we had to during covid. I’m sure the school would let you after what happened today.” Nick sits back down next to his best friend.

“My mom would kill me” She lets out a dry chuckle at the genuine thought.

“Come to my house to do it” He shrugs. “Don’t tell her you’re doing it. Come to my house every school-day and do your schoolwork there. Then we can hang out more too.”

Y/n genuinely thinks about it for a few minutes. “It’s not a bad idea… Do you think they’d let me do it without talking to my parents?”

“You don’t know until you ask” He shrugs.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll talk to the principle when I get back to school.”

“Awesome! And for now…” Nick smirks as he pulls out his phone. “We stalk Mayas socials, get dirt on her and talk shit. Order some pizza, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“You’re my soulmate” The girl shakes her head, looking at her best friend in awe.

“You wish” He scoffs

“Soulmates can be platonic, weirdo”

“Oh. Then yeah, we’re definitely soulmates”

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Wedding date || c.s

part2

pairing: bestfriend!chris x fem!reader

summary: y/n needs a date to her competitive sisters wedding

warnings: use of y/n, nickname (ma), nc touching (hand on her hip), [very] short fight, sibling argument, random names for sister & her husband

A/n: I’m not sure how many parts thee will be for this but let me know if you want me to keep going with this. i’m giving Emma a colour too this time

Pink=y/n

Orange=chris

green=Emma

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“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk to you… you look really sexy tonight…”

“Excuse me? Did I miss a chapter? You just married my sister!”

James laughs and steps closer “c’mon don’t be like that”

“Back up, you’re drunk James. Just go back to Emma, your goddamn wife. Drink some water and sober up.”

He doesn’t listen to a word I say, stepping closer, his hand going to my hip. “No one will know.” He leans in one to whisper “Our little secr-”

“Hey! You gotta learn the concept of no, dude!”

James turns to see Chris stood just a few steps away, his face fuming and his its balled up tight. “Hey man, she came onto me.”

“What? That’s a lie! You followed me!”

“Who’s gonna believe you?” His hand sqeezes my hip enough to bruise, Chris notices this due to the look on my face and he shoves James out of the way.

To which James drunkenly retaliates with a punch, Chris hardly even stumbles, the punch not even fazing him. Chris grips onto the collar or James’ suit jacket and shoves him against the wall.

“Chris! Just leave it!”

He doesn’t even acknowledge my words as he speaks to James through gritted teeth. “Stay the fuck away from her, or we will have a fucking problem. Understand?”

James’ only response is a harsh glare, Chris lets go of him and he stumbles away. Cris instantly turns to me, his hand touching my hip gently, a total opposite to how James had grabbed me.

“You okay? Hurt? Anything?”

I let out a shaky breath, shaking my head. “I’m fine, I just want to leave now. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, let’s go.” He puts his arm around my shoulders to guide me but it stop him.

“Wait”

“What is it?” He looks concerned

“I haven’t peed yet, I’m dying to go” He shakes his head and aughts at me. “Go. I’ll wait here”

I mutter a quick “thanks” and i rush to the bathroom. Once I close the door, I lean my back against it for a second, pulling myself together before sitting on the toilet, while I eye, I let out a few tears, but I stop myself and wi my tears away before finishing up and going out into the hallway again. Chris flashes me a gentle smile. “C’mon, let’s get out of here” he holds his hand out which I take gladly.

Before we start walking, I lightly pul him to face me, I put my had on his reddening cheek. “It’s fine, doesn’t hurt that bad” He reassures me as though he knows what I’m thinking. “I just can’t believe he punched you, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? Let’s go, you can stay at my place tonight”

We walk back to the marquee, I spot my sister talking to my mother. “I should let her know I’m leaving”

“alright, I’ll come with you.”

We make our way over to my sister, i interrupt her conversation politely. “Hey Emma, Chris and I are gonna go.”

“Go? Why?”

I stay quiet for a second, unsure of whether to tell the truth. “Just tell her, ma.” Chris mumbles from beside me

“Tell me what?”

I sigh before speaking. “Em, James followed me to the bathroom an-” I’m cut off by my, now raging sister.

“Stop. Don’t say another word. Why can’t you ever be happy for me?”

“I’m always happy for you Emma. That’s not the point”

“No, the point is that, you can’t stand to see that I’m better off than you so you try to ruin my fucking wedding!”

I’m stunned. She doesn’t even believe her own sister. “Em, he punched Chris, look at his fa-”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking speak. Not to me, not to my husband, ever again. Get out of my life, and stay the fuck out. Got it?”

I don’t even try to defend myself at this point, knowing that she wont even let me finish my sentence, let alone believe me. “Okay, fine. But before I get out of your life I want to say one thing.”

“What!?” She snaps

I keep my tone calm “You’re not better off than me, I have a good life. A good job, amazing friends, though the family department could use some work” I spare a glance to my mother, who has always sided with my sister through ur entire lives “and I have Chris” His head turns to me quickly, surprised that I’ve included hm as his own reason. “He has always been there for me when I need him, he is the only family I need. I don’t need you, I don’t rely on you. Quite frankly, Emma, I haven’t seen you as family for a very long time. Goodbye, Mrs Blake.”

I don’t even give my sister time to retort, nor my mother. I turn on my heel, taking Chris’ hand again and walking away. Out of the marquee and towards my car. Once ere in the car, Chris finally speaks up.

“I’m so proud of you, y/n.” Those words make my heart swell.

“You are?”

“Yeah! You finally stood up to Emma, you’ve wanted to do that since you were a little girl, right?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true… But maybe I should’ve have told her about James…”

“Yes you should have. No matter what kind of person she is, she deserves to know that kind of think about her husband. Now it’s on her to do the right thing”

I nod and start the car. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay over tonight?

“Of course I don’t mind, anything for you ma”

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I drive us back to Chris’ house. His brothers, Matt and Nick, must be in bed due to the lack of lights on in the house. we go into the living room and I plop myself down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

Chris sits on the coffee table infront of me, he lifts up my foot and takes my shoe off for me, then the other, he puts my heels neatly on the floor at the end of the couch. He then moves to sit next to me, I lift my feet onto the couch to be under me, my knees bent and pointing in his direction, Chris puts his hand on my thigh.

“How you feeling?”

“I’m okay, a little shaken but not too bad. I just can’t believe I finally said that to my sister after so long”

“I’m really proud of you, ma. Tonight was fun, until Emma’s husband got handsy”

I smile at the memories of tonight. “Yeah, it was fun”

“I enjoyed being your fake boyfriend”

“oh yeah?”

“mhm, maybe a little too much” He smiles. I know that smile. It causes nerves and butterflies to dance in my stomach.

Before I can react, he’s leaning in closer. I don’t even process what’s happening until his lips meet mine…

To be continued…

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i have writers block as you can probably tell😖 i need requests so i can figure out what to write😭 help‼️ my asks are open

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very long matt fic soon❓😣

@asherrisrandom @nickssunglasses

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chat am i cooking😣

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i turn 18 in ten minutes🥳🎉 new (probably drunkenly written) fic later in honour of being legal to drink❓😓

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𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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