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another life | m.s

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem! reader word count: 419 warnings: fluff, soulmates, emotional intimacy, comfort fic, past lives, mild angst, reincarnation themes, hurt/ comfort (light) a/n: This song has been on repeat in my head lately. I recently discovered her music, and I’m absolutely in love with it. So, I decided to write a short piece inspired by this song. I hope you enjoy it! 🐚🤍

The ocean murmured softly in the distance, waves lapping against the shore like it remembered a thousand things you’d long forgotten. The night was cool, stars dusting the sky in silver, and the scent of salt clung to the air between you and Matt.

You were both barefoot in the sand, hands barely brushing as you walked, silence stretching like a thread pulled tight with feeling. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it never was with him. Just full. “I used to think,” you started quietly, voice barely louder than the sea, “that maybe we met before this life.”

Matt looked over at you. His hoodie sleeves were tugged over his hands, his curls a little windblown. “Like déjà vu?”

“Kind of,” you nodded. “More like… I was the sea and you were the shore. And no matter how many times I drifted away, I always came back.” His gaze softened. “You think we’ve done this before?” You smiled faintly, looking out toward the dark waves. “Yeah. In another life. Maybe a hundred others. I think I loved you in every one.”

Matt didn’t say anything at first. But then he stopped walking, tugging you gently to a halt too. “You always come back,” he repeated, eyes scanning your face like it was a story he already knew by heart.

You nodded, swallowing. “And you’re always here. Even when I’m lost. Even when I’m distant or scared or… pushing you away.”

“You don’t have to explain,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “I know you drift sometimes. But I’ll be here. Every time. I’ll hold in your tide.” You exhaled shakily, blinking up at him. “I don’t deserve that kind of love.”

Matt stepped closer, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “You deserve all of it. In this life. In every life.”

Your fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie. “If I asked you to come with me, would you? If I told you I needed to keep moving, would you move with me?”

He cupped your face, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “I love you too much to let you drift completely. But I’ll follow. Just don’t disappear.”

“I won’t,” you whispered. “Not forever. I’ll always find my way back.” And in the hush between heartbeats, under the stars and beside the sea, it felt like you had found each other again—not for the first time, and not for the last.

Because even if it took a thousand lifetimes, you’d come back to him. And he’d always be waiting.

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hey love!!!!! how are you doing? xx💕 Haven't talked to you in whilee

missed you a lott

hi love! i’m hanging in there. life has been really shitty lately, so i’m trying to push through. how are you doing? missed you a lot too! 🥺

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INTRODUCTION

Ghost!Matt x Living!Reader

Ghost!Matt

21. ghost. expired in 1994. regretful. helpful. gentle. soft. meek. serene. quiet. listener. composed. smart. nirvana. radiohead. motley crue. pearl jam. rhcp.

Living!Reader

19. alive. popular, but genuine. enjoys solitude. observant. thoughtful. bashful. introvert. poised. compassionate. empath. noah kahan. the 1975. sufjan stevens. billie eilish.

A/N- my first au i’m scared. i have so many plans for this but i’m so new to the writing part of sturn tumblr so bear with me, please.

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introducing.. rapper! matt

Matt Sturniolo didn’t choose fame, he chose the mic. Known in the underground scene as STURNO, he’s built a reputation for his emotionally charged lyrical rap, sharp-tongued diss tracks, and verses that leave a mark. Every line he drops is personal. Poetic. Lethal.

He doesn’t need to name names.. if you feel exposed, the song was probably about you.

He’s quiet, observant, and guarded. Matt doesn’t open up easily, but when he does? It’s in ink, on beat, with metaphors that hit harder the more you think about them. He keeps his circle small and his secrets locked away behind layered verses and late-night studio sessions. Still, there’s a soft side buried deep beneath the attitude—one you’ll only ever catch glimpses of when the music fades.

Late nights in the booth, worn notebooks, a hoodie pulled low—Matt’s the definition of “lowkey legend.” He doesn’t flex, he doesn’t chase clout—he lets his lyrics do all the talking. But beneath the surface, he’s human: loyal, protective, maybe even a little obsessed with the one person who got too close and inspired a whole damn album.

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₊˚⊹ there was one thing missing and that was the moment i knew

title: the moment i knew

word count: 1417

warnings: angst, crying, heartbreak, all the sad stuff

And what do you do when the one

Who means the most to you

Is the one who didn't show?

Today was finally the day–your birthday. It only comes once a year, so it should be a special day full of exciting fun and surprises. It was a day that was all about you without the feeling of selfishness. For your birthday, you wanted to have dinner with all of your loved ones–including your boyfriend, Matt.

Things have been rocky between the two of you. You weren’t sure if it was miscommunication, or the fact that he was simply losing feelings for you. You didn’t like to overthink anything, but it was hard not to when the last month all you two have been doing is bickering back and forth so much you weren’t even sure what you were fighting about anymore.

It was almost like he was fighting against you and not for you, and your relationship anymore. You’ve been trying to do everything you possibly could to keep the relationship alive, but nothing seemed to be working. 

He wasn’t coming home as often as usual. You two shared an apartment in the city and when you first moved in, it felt like home. Now? You dreaded going home, feeling the emptiness without Matt there and when he was there, things felt different like you were walking on eggshells in your own home.

Matt was really busy, working on his own project and filming a lot with his brothers and would end up crashing at his brother’s place rather than coming home to you. When he was home, the bickering would ensue and he’d slam the door, leaving you standing there in the middle of the floor with tears spilling down your cheeks. You didn’t get an apology, any effort to fix anything. He’d take the easy way out, by leaving you in the middle of an argument. Sometimes, he’d come back the next day and apologize and act like nothing ever happened, but the wounds you had were still opened and hurt you to the core. 

But to keep him around? You swallowed your pain like you were a brave solider fighting for battle and had no choice but to keep fighting. For yourself, or for your relationship, you weren’t sure at this point.

The week before your birthday, he was out working on his solo project separate from his brothers’ when you asked him if he wanted to come to your birthday party. You felt silly asking–he was your boyfriend. Shouldn’t he already be expected to come considering you should be special to him?

“I’ll be there.” Matt said on the other end of the phone, rustling sounds in the background. “Don’t worry.”

You had let out a soft sigh on the other end, unsure if he could hear it, but didn’t really care whether he did or not. “Matt, are you absolutely sure? It’s just going to be a party with some of our friends and family. I’d love for you to be there.”

“‘I’ll be there.” Matt said on the other end of the phone. “I’ll make sure of it.”

All you could do was take his word for it and believe him. In all honesty, you hadn’t spent much time with him the last couple weeks. He’d come home and pass out on the couch, obviously exhausted from all the work he was putting on himself, but maybe part of it was avoiding you and the issues of the relationship as well.

Here you are now, at your birthday party with all of your loved ones, besides the one who meant the most to you. Christmas lights twinkled around you, music playing throughout the speakers. Quite a decent amount of people were all scattered around the room mingling together in conversation and laughter. 

It was your birthday–your special day, so why didn’t you feel very special? Your loved ones came up to you, pulling you into a hug and making small talk to catch up, but you weren’t too invested in the conversation. Your eyes kept darting back to the front door, hoping to see Matt walk into the party, but each time someone else walked into the door, you were left with utter disappointment.

You were glad your loved ones made it to the party, but Matt still didn’t show. You had sent him several text messages in the last couple hours and hadn’t heard anything back. 

A soft sigh emitted from your lips as you look down at the pretty party dress you bought yourself and the heels to match that complimented your legs. Despite how shitty you felt inside, you never looked better on the outside. Your red lipstick looked amazing, and you got so many compliments on how beautiful you looked. As nice as the compliments were, there was only one person you wanted to impress and so far, they hadn’t shown.

Time is ticking. Before you know it, everyone will be gathered around to sing happy birthday, and you didn’t want to have to do that without Matt. You kept telling yourself there was still time. There was still a possibility that he could walk right into those doors any minute.

As each minute passed, it felt like hours. People came up to you to ask how you were and how things have been. Of course, you put on your best smile and smiled through your lies–you were fine, things were great, everything was going well. All of it was a lie. You weren’t fine, things weren’t great, and nothing was going right.

They asked about Matt–how he was, what he’s been up to, where he was. You didn’t know what to say besides smile through all of the lies you were telling them. 

The speakers began playing one of Matt’s favorite songs and that’s when you felt yourself begin to fall apart. Your eyes began to fill with tears, your body started to tremble, and you could barely even find the right breathing pattern. Your chest ached as you stared at those same doors–hoping he’d show up. 

Your friends noticed you weren’t okay–immediately coming to your side when the tears became visible. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you blinked them away, looking over at your friends and the concerned look on their faces. You tried so hard to keep it inside, to not let those emotions show on the outside. You were always the one with a smile on your face, your personality so bubbly and infectious, but this was affecting you greatly–how could it not? You were always so strong, but you could feel yourself falling apart.

They follow you down the hall to the bathroom and once you step inside, you fall apart. You stand there, tears spilling down your cheeks as you watch your friends try to console you, hugging you and asking you what’s wrong.

After several minutes of choked sobs and your body trembling you were finally able to speak. “He said he’d be here.” You cried out your words, your makeup practically smeared against your cheeks.

Your friends told you things you knew they would like “You deserve better”, “He’s an asshole”, and “I’m so sorry”, but unfortunately nothing they said could take away the aching pain in your chest. It was the first time you actually felt your heart breaking into pieces. 

When you walked back to the party, he still wasn’t there. It was time to sing happy birthday to you and honestly, you weren’t up for it, but everyone else showed up for you, so you had to hold it together for now.

You were the center of attention, the beautiful, towered cake in front of you with candles in it as everyone around you sang happy birthday, but you weren’t smiling, you weren’t happy–far from it.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you blew out the candles. Of course, you wished for something you knew wouldn’t come true, but you did it anyway.

He should’ve been there. It would’ve made you so damn happy.

The phone call comes in later that night when you’re home alone lying in bed, your heart aching in your chest. You didn’t even bother to take off your dress as you laid there, your makeup smeared all over your cheeks. 

“Matt.” Was all you said as you answered the call.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t make it. I-” 

You cut him off immediately, shaking your head in disbelief even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I’m sorry too.”

And that was the moment you knew. 

You two were over, for good.

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after thought | m.s

"Then maybe figure it out before you lose something you can't reschedule."

Matt's been busy—filming, traveling, grinding. And you've been waiting, quietly unraveling in the silence. You didn't want to feel like an afterthought. But that's exactly what you've become.

word count: 624 pairing: matt sturniolo x fem! reader warnings: angst, established relationship, emotional neglect, relationship strain, cursing, unresolved tension, miscommunication, loneliness, no breakup (but it's close)

You don’t remember the last time he kissed you like he meant it.

Not a goodbye peck between meetings. Not a distracted hand on your waist as he rushes past. Not a tired mumble of "I love you" when he’s already half asleep.

You sit on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, phone in hand, staring at the text that’s been left on read for hours.

“You home late again?”

No reply, It’s been like this for weeks. Maybe months, if you’re being honest with yourself.

Filming. Meetings. Brand calls. Editing. Flights. Repeat.

You know Matt’s life has picked up. He told you it would. You smiled and said you were proud of him. Meant it, too.

You still are, but that doesn’t make the silence easier.

The apartment feels hollow without his presence in it. And even when he’s home, lately, it’s like he’s only halfway here—his body walking through the door, but his mind already on something else.

You hear the front door open at 11:42 p.m. The sound of keys hitting the counter. A soft thud—probably his bag. His voice carries low through the apartment.

“Hey,” he calls, like it’s enough.

You don’t answer.

He appears in the doorway, hoodie half-off, hair tousled. Tired. Always tired lately.

“Did you eat?”

You look at him. That’s all. Just look.

He sighs. Rubs a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. Today was—”

“Busy. I know.” Your voice is flat.

Matt pauses. Watches you. “What’s wrong?”

You almost laugh.

“What’s wrong?” you echo. “Matt, I haven’t had a full conversation with you in over a week.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is,” you snap. “You talk to me like I’m an obligation. Like I’m some box you check off at the end of the day.”

He frowns. “That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is being with someone who’s not actually with me.”

Silence.

Matt runs his tongue along his teeth. Doesn’t speak. You push yourself up from the bed, the blanket falling off your lap. “Do you even miss me when you’re gone?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?”

He opens his mouth. Closes it again.

You cross your arms. “You spend hours filming videos. Doing brand deals. Laughing with your brothers. And when you get home, you give me what? Leftovers?”

“That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is this?”

Matt’s voice is soft. “I’m trying.”

“You’re not,” you say, louder now. “You’re coasting. You’re showing up halfway and expecting me not to notice.”

He flinches, you swallow hard, voice shaking. “I don’t want to be another thing on your to-do list, Matt.”

He steps closer. “You’re not.”

“Then prove it.”

He looks at you. Eyes rimmed red. Shoulders sagging.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispers. “Balance all of it.”

You nod. “Then maybe figure it out before you lose something you can’t reschedule.”

You expect him to fight you on it. To say something sharp. Defensive.

But instead, he just stands there. Quiet. Crumbling.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like this,” he says after a moment. “Like an afterthought.”

You blink back the sting in your eyes. “Then stop treating me like one.”

The room is thick with the kind of silence that feels like goodbye.

Matt looks like he wants to fix it. Like he’s trying to find the right words. But you’ve waited through too many promises. Too many almosts. Too many nights spent wondering if loving someone who’s always somewhere else is even love at all.

You turn away before he sees you cry. “I’m gonna sleep in the guest room tonight,” you whisper.

He doesn’t stop you, and maybe that hurts more than anything else.

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✰ under one roof: housemate!chris x house!mate!reader ✰

part one ★ new roommate

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word count: 2816

To be fair, this wasn’t something you wanted to agree to. You were totally against this— not sure how it would all play out, but here you were having a roommate you never even wanted to have in the first place. Even though you could be a little bitchy and rough around the edges, you knew you had a big heart, and you were doing your best friend a favor.

You looked around at the moving boxes scattered across the hardwood floor of your old vacant spare bedroom. The bedroom was practically collecting dust since moving into your brand-new apartment six months ago. Now the bedroom was being rented out by someone you used to have the biggest crush on in high school that you absolutely cannot stand now: Christopher Sturniolo. 

Four years have passed since you last saw him and the only thing you knew about him now was that he was a professional hockey player and your best friend’s fiancé’s brother. He was staying with them before moving in with you, sleeping on their couch, but apparently, he always felt like he was in the way. Reyna, your best friend, would never admit it to his face, but apparently it was getting hard to find time alone with her fiancé Matt when his brother was always around.

Now he’s apparently your problem. You were such a good friend, agreeing to let him move in. She would have to pay you back somehow because this was a big favor to ask.

“Come on, please.” Reyna had begged you one night on the phone, her whispered voice so close to the microphone because Chris was in the next room. “I can’t even be loud anymore because his damn brother is just making himself at home in our living room. Please think about it. He’s not the same jackass that he was in high school. He’d be able to fit right in with you.”

You remember groaning over the phone at her words that pulled at your heart strings. You understood completely. Chris had just gotten dumped from his ex-girlfriend and also had to move out of his apartment and needed a place to stay. Reyna and Matt were so gracious to let him stay with them, but after three months, they both needed him to leave the nest. Now he was your problem.

“Fine, but only because I love you and I’m such a nice person when I have to be.” You really tried your best to be a nice person to the people who deserve it, but you have been hurt so many times. After all the hurt, you had to start putting your walls up to protect yourself and your heart.

Here you are now, standing against the doorframe as you watch Christopher Sturniolo finish bringing in the last of his boxes, a soft huff of his lips, clearly exhausted from all of the shit he had. Most of it was in boxes, but some of his hockey gear was all in bags. 

You cleared your throat to get his attention; your arms crossed over your chest as you kept your eyes focused on him.

He looked up at you with a wicked grin on his lips, running his fingers through his tousled locks. “Oh, hey there roomie, didn’t even see you standing there.”

You roll your eyes at his words, a laugh emitting from your lips. “I’m just checking in to make sure you’re all good. Is that the last of your stuff?” Your eyes averted over to the last of his bags that filled his hockey gear.

Chris kept his eyes focused on you as he ran his fingers through his tousled locks. “Yeah, this is officially it.” He let out a deep huff, looking around at his brand-new room before back up at you, his ocean blue eyes gleaming. “Thanks for letting me move in, seriously. I appreciate it.”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly to his words. “I mean, I’m just doing Reyna and Matt a favor.” 

“And me.” He flashed you a playful wink at you, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. In all honesty, he was so much more attractive than he was in high school, if that were possible. You tried not to pay too much attention to it, considering you’ll be living with the guy. Sure, you had a crush on him in high school, but that’s all it was—a crush. Nothing came out of it and Chris was always so unserious half the time back then, you weren’t sure if he was the same way now.

He was right, though—you were doing him a favor and it’s not like he owes you his life or anything, but you were such a generous person for allowing him to move in when it wasn’t something you were practically on board for at first. 

“We need to set some ground rules, if that’s cool with you?” You looked over at him as your body leaned against the doorway, your arms crossed over your chest.

Chris nodded his head, his lips curved up into a more playful smirk. “I should’ve known there was going to be rules, but sure, hit me with them.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that, but you decided to ignore it. “Rule number one is absolutely no hookups. I don’t want to see or hear random bitches in here especially when I’m around. Is that a deal breaker or anything?” 

Chris’ lips curved into a wider smirk before pressing his lips together in a firm line. “Nope, not an issue. I guess I can handle that. That goes for you too, right? No random guys here?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his question. “I mean, it is my place, but since I now have a roomie, I guess not.” You didn’t tell him that you didn’t have random guys in your place before he even moved in, but you figured you would leave that part out and up to his imagination if that even happened or not.

“Our place now, sweet cheeks.” He flashed you a playful wink, that almost made your stomach flutter–almost.

‘Yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at his words. At least he seemed fine with the first rule. He would have to be okay with the rules if he wanted to continue to live with you. “Okay, rule number two.” You could tell he was about to brace himself for the next rule you were about to announce to him. It was hard to keep your focus when he looked so damn good just standing there, staring at you so intently, almost like he was reading you and trying to get into your head. It made your cheeks feel warm and you hoped that he wasn’t able to tell how flustered you were getting just by having direct eye contact with him. 

Your body stayed pressed up against the doorway as you pressed your lips together in a firm line, before continuing your words. “Sometimes I walk around the house in just a t-shirt and panties. Yes, I own pants, and I don’t like wearing them sometimes when I’m lounging around in the comfort of my own home. Can you keep your eyes, and hands to yourself?”

His eyes widened at your words, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his eyes already scanning down your body from head to toe which made your cheeks feel warm again. “Y-you, without pants?” He asked, stammering on his words. 

You knew Chris was a flirt and always had a thing going on with random girls and hooking up with them back in high school and in college. All the stories Reyna has told you that she’d heard from Matt made you secretly wonder how good he was in bed, but you decided to keep that thought buried in your brain. It was best to keep it there and not allow it to resurface. This was your high school crush, the pain in your ass, your new roommate. Things had to stay platonic so that there isn’t any negativity or weird tension. 

That was possible, right? To live with someone, you used to have the biggest crush on, who was now an extremely attractive, flirty hockey player? It was going to have to be possible to keep your cool. You’d just have to continue to be bitter, distant, and keep it strictly professional. Even if it would be hard, considering he’s staring at you right now like he was trying to envision what your body looked like underneath your clothing.

You only had a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt, your hair up in a ponytail. Today was apparently the only day that Chris was available to move in–a Sunday; your day off and the day you usually relax and consider yourself dead to the world. 

“Yeah, is that a problem, Chistopher?” You asked him, completely nonchalant even though you could tell the thought of you around the house in just panties made him flustered and it was kind of cute to see him like this. Maybe it made you evil, but it was just your personality, especially around him. 

“N-not at all.” He stammered, his cheeks reddened as he scanned your body up and down before his eyes averted back to yours. “So, it wouldn’t bother you if I did the same thing?”

You thought about it for a moment. He was playing with fire now. The thought of him in nothing but his briefs made your own cheeks warm, and you didn’t want him to notice you were even thinking of this, let alone be affected by it by any means. Sure, you had a huge crush on him in high school, but nothing came out of it. You had to hang around him sometimes because his brother was dating your best friend, but he ended up becoming nothing but a pest. 

“Nah.” You say simply, your lips curving up into a slight smirk. “It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” 

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you like he was studying you, trying to read right through you. He stepped closer to you, his moving boxes and items still all over the ground. His lips curved into a slight smirk as he continued to keep his eyes solely focused on you.

You watched him come closer as you continued to lean against the door, your heart plummeting in your chest. He now stood before you, his eyes averting down to your lips before back up into your eyes, licking over his lips slowly. “Are you sure about that? You seem a little…nervous.”

Your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink at his words, pulling your gaze away from him. His words and the way his body moved closer to you made you feel nervous. You didn’t want him to know that you were nervous, but he could already tell. You tried to be strong, to keep your rough around the edge's demeanor. There was no way Christoper Sturniolo still had an effect on you. You were so much stronger than that.

“N-no.” You stammered, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you two were now inches apart from each other. You could feel his body heat radiating against you, your cheeks warm and your heart beating rapidly in your chest so fast that he could probably hear it and feel it too. “I’m not nervous.” You tried to speak your words as confidently as possible, but he was reading right through you. 

He let out a soft chuckle, moving his hand up to place a strand of your hair over your ear which instantly sent a shiver down your spine. He was so close to you that you could feel his hot and heavy breath lingering against your lips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite believe you.” His lips curved into a wider smirk, his hand resting onto the side of your face. “I think you’re thinking about me without clothes on and how hard that may be for you to handle. It’s okay to admit it, sweetheart.”

Was he right? Absolutely yes. Were you going to tell him that? Hell no you weren’t. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like the only thing that you could hear and feel at this point. You looked down at his lips before back up into his pretty ocean blue eyes. You always thought he was so fucking adorable with his silly laugh and sparkling blue eyes and flirty personality until you realized what a nuisance he was to be around. He’d always tease you, tell the corniest jokes, and would nonstop talk your ear off. 

Did it hurt you when he still asked the most popular girl in school to senior prom? Heck yeah it did. You ended up going with some guy in your grade that Reyna set you up with, but the whole night you kept making eye contact with Chris. Every time you looked up at him, there he was smirking at you as he danced with his date and eyeing you like he couldn’t quite take his eyes off you. You ignored him, rolling your eyes and trying to focus on your own date. You weren’t for sure if Chris ever liked you back then, but if he did, he had a shitty way of showing it.

Just when you were about to respond, Chris’ phone went off making you both jump in surprise and pull away from each other. You could tell the disappointment all over his face–you had to admit you were disappointed too, but it was probably a good thing to have the moment interrupted. This was your new roommate. You had to act professional. 

“It’s Matt.” He mounted his words to you as he picked up the phone and turned his back to begin talking to him. 

You exhaled deeply and fully, pulling away from the wall to look around at his bedroom that was filled with moving boxes, hockey gear and tons of bags that you assumed were filled with his clothes. 

After a couple more seconds, Chris hung up the phone and slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry, Matt just wanted to make sure I was alive or if you had killed me already for being such a shitty roommate, but he said that I’m your problem now.”

You shook your head in disbelief, rolling your eyes playfully. “Well, we still have to go over some more ground rules to make sure this works for both of us.” Your voice was more professional, stern, focused.

He straightened up his posture, nodding his head at your words. He was obviously taking this seriously now too, despite the little moment you two just had. “Lay it on me, roomie.”

You cleared your throat now that you had the floor, trying to act like everything is normal even though your heart was still racing rapidly in your chest. Luckily, you were good at masking how you felt no matter what. “No drugs, no being loud late at night, clean up after yourself, make sure not to leave messes everywhere-”

He cut you off, a laugh erupting from his throat. “Are you saying I’m messy or some shit?”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, pressing your lips together in a firm line before speaking, “I’m just trying to think of rules that are common sense among other roommates. Do you have any for me?”

His lips curved into a slight smirk at your question, instantly nodding his head. “Actually, I do.” His smirk widened as he walked up to you again, not as close as before, but close enough to make you a little flustered. “Why don’t we go out for pizza and drinks to talk more? Kind of a…celebratory dinner for your new roomie finally getting his own place and catch up a little more since we will be living together and it’s been quite a while since we went out and did anything.” 

To be fair, it was the first time you’d actually be spending time with him and only him, without your best friend and Matt to follow suite. You didn’t want to live with a complete stranger so getting to know him more and who he was today would be better than not knowing who you were living with exactly. 

“Fine.” You replied back with confidence filling your tone. “But only because pizza sounds fucking amazing and I’m starving.”

He let out a laugh, almost like he didn’t believe you. He shook his head in disbelief, the smirk on his face only widening as he kept his eyes solely focused on you. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason.”

This was going to be an interesting experience living together, wasn’t it?

notes: thanks for reading! sorry this took me so long to write. if you have any ideas for me, send them to my inbox! miss and love you guys. -n

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he has to know what he’s doing tbh