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𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 ‘santa doesn’t know you like i do''

❛kiss all your tears away babe, only i can do that ❜

𝗁𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌!! 𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌:) 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇 twenty 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 ♡︎

i was born and raised in harlem, new york but i currently live in the bronx. I love to do a lot of things but writing and dancing is where my heart is !! i also rlly love music

i write on wattpad most of the time but i want to start writing on here as well <33

── my favs ୨ৎ

my music 🎶 : taylor swift, chase atlantic, ariana grande, conan gray, sza, melanie martinez, justin bieber, olivia rodrigo, one direction, dominic fike, billie eilish, phoebe bridgers, harry styles, james arthur, chappell roan, clairo, rihanna, lana del rey, mitski, the neighbourhood, & sm more!

my movies/shows 🎬 : the perks of being a wallflower, scream franchise, hannah montana the movie and show!! (i’m a big kid) , 13 going on 30, the harry potter franchise, every maze runner movie, teen wolf, the vampire diaries, teen wolf, mean girls, pitch perfect, new girl, outer banks, cobra kai, stranger things, on my block, supernatural, suits, ginny & georgia & more!

my fav people 💟 : the sturniolo triplets, tara yummy, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, zendaya, drew starkey, sam & colby, nailea devora, monet mcmicheal & more

things i don’t tolerate ୨ৎ

racism, being rude, unfriendly comments or remarks, homophobia, kink shaming ( i will be writing smut so ), there’s more things that i don’t fuck with but that’s all i can list for now. if you don’t agree or intend to respect any of these, this account isn’t the place for you <3

what i will/wont write

will <3 : fluff, angst, smut, headcanons

won’t <3 : piss kinks (cause wth), shit kinks, incest, eating booty, anal (😦)

where to find me:)

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fics🎀

meddle about

get him back!

thank you for reading! i love you all. feel free to request anything im ready to start cooking on here 🫶🏾

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just found this lil edit i made from when I was in my wattpad era why am i getting emotional like was I on to something we need more nick fics

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i forgot how to write.

either that or i have no idea who i’m writing

for cause no one will read it lmfaoa

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guys guys guys school has been kicking my ass

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guys i swear i did not forget abt you my babies!! new part for carpenter!matt au will be coming out as well as the start of firefighter!chris ♡

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shut the fuck up

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im so happy for nick and his tornadoes 🥹 i love him sm

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disclaimer ( (18+). this series will contain slow burn romance, emotional avoidance, mild-to-moderate angst, and explicit sexual content. please mind the tags and take care of yourself while reading. ) ⋆˙⟡

┆carpenter!matt helps bright!reader with her new apartment renovations ┆

Matt comes back on a Thursday.

You know this because the landlord had decided to text you that morning,leaving it short and clipped; like every message he’s ever sent you before this—saying that matt will be by later to double-check the window seal. No time window mentioned.

You spend the morning leaning as if it matters. as if he’s coming over as anything other than someone doing his job. You wipe down the counters, refold the throw blanket you just purchased on the couch even though it was perfectly fine the first time, and you change into something softer. Something comfortable but not lazy. again, like it matters

You want to stop overthinking it. But you don’t.

The knock comes when you’re sitting on the floor sorting mail you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist since you got here. You freeze for half a second, then stand too quickly, your heart already doing that thing it does when it’s anticipating something it hasn’t even earned yet.

You open the door. “Hey” Matt says, already pulling his beanie off , like this is familiar now. He seems less distant today.

“hi” you say, and it doesn’t catch in your throat this time. “come on in.”

He steps inside and slips his boots off without asking. You notice. But you don’t comment. He just quite literally started a new rule. Your first rule in this apartment. no shoes even if you are performing handiwork.

“they’re muddy. i was on a site before this”

you give a small half smile “how considerate of you”

There’s a small silence now, neither of you making a move. You both just stand as if the silence will magically fill itself. You realize you’re still holding the door open

Then, He clears his throat “the landlord wanted me to check the seal again” he says, sitting his toolbox down near the kitchen. “to make sure it’s holding”

“of course,” you mutter, shutting the door finally.

Matt smiles faintly, you thought your eyes were deceiving you.

You follow him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter while he gets to work. you don’t hover as close as last time. You’re trying to change, to contain yourself. Trying to be normal about it. Whatever that means.

It’s quieter again between you now. But not awkward. Settled.

You watch him for a minute before speaking. You always do this— wait until the though feels too big to sit with alone. But you really want to know, you’ve been thinking about it ever since.. dreaming about it even.

“can I ask you somethin?” you speak

“yeah.”

you hesitate. “did he say anything about… what i mentioned last time?”

Matt stills for a second. His fingers lashing against the window frame. “about the renovations?” he asks

your shoulders relax a fraction “yea.”

“I told him,” matt says “like I said I would”

“oh” you breathe, before you can stop yourself

“He didn’t shut it down” matt adds quickly. “didn’t really react at all”

That tracks.

You nod, trying to make your voice sound casual. “that’s fine. i didn’t expect anything. i know it’s not..urgent”

Matt let’s out a hum, looking at you “still.”

You shift your weight, arms folding loosely. “I just figured if it happened, it happened. if not, that’d be okay too” Your voice gets higher. as it trying to mask that slight disappointment. As you speak, your brain tries to rack up all the optimism you got.. but you were so excited. It’s hard to find the silver lining in that.

He glances at you then. The glance isn’t long but it’s enough. You don’t realize how obvious the disappointment you were trying to hide is until you see something in his usual empty expression change. Not pity, or sympathy. But recognition.

“He said he’d think about it,” matt says. “that’s all.”

His tone is so reassuring.

You flash your small and practiced smile. Nothing like your real one at all. “That’s basically a no”

“Not necessarily.”

You shrug. “it’s okay.” you try to convince. Him but also yourself.

But it’s not, really. It’s just easier to say it is.

Matt goes back to work, tightening something. checking the seal again even though it’s already fine. You sit on the arm of the couch now, swinging your foot slightly, deep into thought.

You fill th silence because that’s what you do when you feel something something slip just out of reach.

“i didn’t want to push.” you say “it’s his building. i get that”

“you’re allowed to want your space to feel like yours” matt says quietly. You blink. “you say that like it’s obvious”

He doesn’t answer. When he finishes, he packs up slower than last time. Like he’s thinking. Something is turning over in his head that he hasn’t decided how to say yet.

“if anything changes,” he says finally, “i’ll let you know.”

You feel like he truly meant that “okay,” you say, softer than you mean to.

He pauses at the door, hand on the knob. “For why it’s worth,” he adds, not quite meeting your eyes. “it’s a good place, you’ve got good instincts.. wanting to change it up a little”

You laugh under your breath, “debatable.” He smiles, It’s real this time. Brief, but real.

Then he’s gone. And the apartment feels quieter after. Not empty.. just unresolved.

You sit on the couch for a long time, staring at the cabinet the fixed, the window that doesn’t leak anymore and the place still feels like it’s waiting to become something.

You don’t know that Matt noticed the way your shoulders fell when you said it’s okay. You don’t know that he already made up his mind.

You don’t know that Matt doesn’t care if the landlord approves of renovating the apartment or not. That he’s going to help you make this place what you envision it to be.

The next morning is gray in that way that makes everything feel still so unfinished. You meet Lila at a coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment “, the kind with mismatched chairs and plants that look like they’re barely hanging on. But that’s why you like it so much. When you arrive it’s not that much people around. It’s loud enough that you don’t feel weird talking, quiet enough that you don’t have to raise your voice.

She’s already there, scrolling on her phone, iced coffee sweating onto the table. “You look weird.” she says immediately looking up at you

“goodmorning to you too.”

“No” she says, squinting. “not bad weird just.. distracted weird”

You sit down across from her, and wrapping your hands around your cup like it’s grounding you. “i had Matt over again”

“who?” lila asks

“carpenter-matt.” You say. Her eyebrows lift. “again?”

“it was a follow up thing”

“mhm”

You stir your coffee even though you don’t need to.

“And?”

“And nothing,” you say too fast “He fixed the window”

She waits like she could smell that it was not all. You sigh “the renovations i asked him about the other day? yeah. he talked to the landlord. didn’t say yes or no” You take a sip of your coffee.

Lila tilts her head “and that’s bothering you.” she states. It’s really that obvious.

“i don’t know why,” you say. “it’s not even about the renovations. i don’t care that much I just-“

“you do” she says gently, cutting you off

You roll your eyes. “okay. I care a normal amount”

She snorts. “have you met yourself?? you care an emotional amount. that’s different.”

You take a sip of your coffee, burning your tongue slightly. You welcome the distraction.

“He’s just…quiet” you say after a moment. “but not in an awkward way exactly, in a way that makes me feel like im talking more than I should.”

“you do talk more than you should.” She says and earns a glare. “But that sounds like a you problem.”

“it is.” you admit. “I ramble. he listens…or at least pretends to”

“okay..there’s more. and ?”

“and he noticed.” you say, softer. “when i was disappointed.” Lila’s expression shifts. “how do you know?”

“Because i know when people stop looking at the think they’re doing and start looking at you” you say. “it was subtle. But it was so there.”

She hum, “that’s dangerous.”

“i know” you say quickly. “im not doing anything about it.”

“You never do” she says, not unkindly. But you sit with that for a second. “He said he’d let me know if anything changes” you add “about the renovations.”

“and you’re gonna wait?” Lila smiled says. you nod. “I hate waiting.”

“awwe but you’re so good at it.”

Taglist ᥫ᭡

@sadgirlslush @stvrnx @privatelyowned-t @mrssturnioloo @viviansturns @savmattsfavmattgirl @courta13 @sturn-slut @bee-stvrniolo @urfaveprettypsycho @freshlivthemunch333

Authors Note ᥫ᭡

did this in class😭

love love love this lil thing i concocted keep motivating me pls

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PART TWO !!

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⤷ ゛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ˎˊ˗ 𝟏

disclaimer ( (18+). this series will contain slow burn romance, emotional avoidance, mild-to-moderate angst, and explicit sexual content. please mind the tags and take care of yourself while reading. ) ⋆˙⟡

┆carpenter!matt helps bright!reader with her new apartment renovations ┆

Matt comes back on a Thursday.

You know this because the landlord had decided to text you that morning,leaving it short and clipped; like every message he’s ever sent you before this—saying that matt will be by later to double-check the window seal. No time window mentioned.

You spend the morning cleaning as if it matters. as if he’s coming over as anything other than someone doing his job. You wipe down the counters, refold the throw blanket you just purchased on the couch even though it was perfectly fine the first time, and you change into something softer. Something comfortable but not lazy. again, like it matters

You want to stop overthinking it. But you don’t.

The knock comes when you’re sitting on the floor sorting mail you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist since you got here. You freeze for half a second, then stand too quickly, your heart already doing that thing it does when it’s anticipating something it hasn’t even earned yet.

You open the door. “Hey” Matt says, already pulling his beanie off , like this is familiar now. He seems less distant today.

“hi” you say, and it doesn’t catch in your throat this time. “come on in.”

He steps inside and slips his boots off without asking. You notice. But you don’t comment. He just quite literally started a new rule. Your first rule in this apartment. no shoes even if you are performing handiwork.

“they’re muddy. i was on a site before this”

you give a small half smile “how considerate of you”

There’s a small silence now, neither of you making a move. You both just stand as if the silence will magically fill itself. You realize you’re still holding the door open

Then, He clears his throat “the landlord wanted me to check the seal again” he says, sitting his toolbox down near the kitchen. “to make sure it’s holding”

“of course,” you mutter, shutting the door finally.

Matt smiles faintly, you thought your eyes were deceiving you.

You follow him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter while he gets to work. you don’t hover as close as last time. You’re trying to change, to contain yourself. Trying to be normal about it. Whatever that means.

It’s quieter again between you now. But not awkward. Settled.

You watch him for a minute before speaking. You always do this— wait until the thought feels too big to sit with alone. But you really want to know, you’ve been thinking about it ever since.. dreaming about it even.

“can I ask you somethin?” you speak

“yeah.”

you hesitate. “did he say anything about… what i mentioned last time?”

Matt stills for a second. His fingers pausing against the window frame. “about the renovations?” he asks

your shoulders relax a fraction “yea.”

“I told him,” matt says “like I said I would”

“oh” you breathe, before you can stop yourself

“He didn’t shut it down” matt adds quickly. “didn’t really react at all”

That tracks.

You nod, trying to make your voice sound casual. “that’s fine. i didn’t expect anything. i know it’s not..urgent”

Matt let’s out a hum, looking at you “still.”

You shift your weight, arms folding loosely. “I just figured if it happened, it happened. if not, that’d be okay too” Your voice gets higher. as it trying to mask that slight disappointment. As you speak, your brain tries to rack up all the optimism you got.. but you were so excited. It’s hard to find the silver lining in that.

He glances at you then. The glance isn’t long but it’s enough. You don’t realize how obvious the disappointment you were trying to hide is until you see something in his usual empty expression change. Not pity, or sympathy. But recognition.

“He said he’d think about it,” matt says. “that’s all.”

His tone is so reassuring.

You flash your small and practiced smile. Nothing like your real one at all. “That’s basically a no”

“Not necessarily.”

You shrug. “it’s okay.” you try to convince. Him but also yourself.

But it’s not, really. It’s just easier to say it is.

Matt goes back to work, tightening something. checking the seal again even though it’s already fine. You sit on the arm of the couch now, swinging your foot slightly, deep into thought.

You fill the silence because that’s what you do when you feel something slip just out of reach.

“i didn’t want to push.” you say “it’s his building. i get that”

“you’re allowed to want your space to feel like yours” matt says quietly. You blink. “you say that like it’s obvious”

He doesn’t answer. When he finishes, he packs up slower than last time. Like he’s thinking. Something is turning over in his head that he hasn’t decided how to say yet.

“if anything changes,” he says finally, “i’ll let you know.”

You feel like he truly meant that “okay,” you say, softer than you mean to.

He pauses at the door, hand on the knob. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, not quite meeting your eyes. “it’s a good place, you’ve got good instincts.. wanting to change it up a little”

You laugh under your breath, “debatable.” He smiles, It’s real this time. Brief, but real.

Then he’s gone. And the apartment feels quieter after. Not empty.. just unresolved.

You sit on the couch for a long time, staring at the cabinet he fixed, the window that doesn’t leak anymore and the place still feels like it’s waiting to become something.

You don’t know that Matt noticed the way your shoulders fell when you said it’s okay. You don’t know that he already made up his mind.

You don’t know that Matt doesn’t care if the landlord approves of renovating the apartment or not. That he’s going to help you make this place what you envision it to be.

The next morning is gray in that way that makes everything feel still so unfinished. You meet Lila at a coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment, the kind with mismatched chairs and plants that look like they’re barely hanging on. But that’s why you like it so much. When you arrive it’s not that much people around. It’s loud enough that you don’t feel weird talking, quiet enough that you don’t have to raise your voice.

She’s already there, scrolling on her phone, iced coffee sweating onto the table. “You look weird.” she says immediately looking up at you

“goodmorning to you too.”

“No” she says, squinting. “not bad weird just.. distracted weird”

You sit down across from her, and wrapping your hands around your cup like it’s grounding you. “i had Matt over again”

“who?” lila asks

“carpenter-matt.” You say. Her eyebrows lift. “again?”

“it was a follow up thing”

“mhm”

You stir your coffee even though you don’t need to.

“And?”

“And nothing,” you say too fast “He fixed the window”

She waits like she could smell that it was not all. You sigh “the renovations i asked him about the other day? yeah. well he talked to the landlord. didn’t say yes or no” You take a sip of your coffee.

Lila tilts her head “and that’s bothering you.” she states. It’s really that obvious.

“i don’t know why,” you say. “it’s not even about the renovations. i don’t care that much I just-“

“you do” she says gently, cutting you off

You roll your eyes. “okay. I care a normal amount”

She snorts. “have you met yourself?? you care an emotional amount. that’s different.”

You take a sip of your coffee, burning your tongue slightly. You welcome the distraction.

“He’s just…quiet” you say after a moment. “but not in an awkward way exactly, in a way that makes me feel like im talking more than I should.”

“you do talk more than you should.” She says and earns a glare. “But that sounds like a you problem.”

“it is.” you admit. “I ramble. he listens…or at least pretends to”

“okay..there’s more. and ?”

“and he noticed.” you say, softer. “when i was disappointed.” Lila’s expression shifts. “how do you know?”

“Because i know when people stop looking at the thing they’re doing and start looking at you” you say. “it was subtle. But it was so there.”

She hums, “that’s dangerous.”

“i know” you say quickly. “im not doing anything about it.”

“You never do” she says, not unkindly. But you sit with that for a second. “He said he’d let me know if anything changes” you add “about the renovations.”

“and you’re gonna wait?” Lila says. you nod. “I hate waiting.”

“awwe but you’re so good at it.”

Taglist ᥫ᭡

@sadgirlslush @stvrnx @privatelyowned-t @mrssturnioloo @viviansturns @savmattsfavmattgirl @courta13 @sturn-slut @bee-stvrniolo @urfaveprettypsycho @freshlivthemunch333

Authors Note ᥫ᭡

did this in class😭

love love love this lil thing i concocted keep motivating me pls

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what if i told yall i had a lil firefighter!chris fic sitting in my drafts rn

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guysssa send me some reqs of what you want to read! i seriously need to get out of writers block

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why do i wanna quit rn

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⤷ ゛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗

disclaimer ( (18+). this series will contain slow burn romance, emotional avoidance, mild-to-moderate angst, and explicit sexual content. please mind the tags and take care of yourself while reading. ) ⋆˙⟡

┆carpenter!matt helps bright!reader with her new apartment renovations ┆

The apartment isnt bad.

Thats the first thing you tell yourself when you unlock the door for the first time and step inside, keys still warm in your palm. It smells faintly like dust and old paint, like something thats been closed up way too long, but its clean. Quiet and empty in a way that feels temporary.

You walk through slowly, barefoot, letting the place introduce itself to you. The floors creak beneath your steps, the sound sharp in the silence. The cabinets close if you push them hard enough. The bathroom door sticks unless you lift it slightly as you pull. Little things. Livable things. You tell yourself, you've lived with worse.

You drop your bag by the couch and sit for a moment, elbows on your knees, staring at the blank wall across from you. You imagine what itll loke like once youve settled in, a lamp in the corner, pictures taped up crookedly because you have yet to get them straight like ever, and a throw blanket youre gonna pretend is decorative but you actually just use it every night.

It could be good here, you think. correction- it will be good here. youll make sure of it.

You dont let yourself think much beyond that.

The drip starts two days later.

At first, its quiet enough that you convince yourself you imagined it. A soft, uneven sound coming from somewhere near the kitchen window. You stand there with your coffee, listening, your head titled slightly like that might help you locate it. Then you see it- a small, dark stain blooming above the frame, the paint swollen and uneven.

Your stomach begins to tighten.

You should text the landlord right away, you knew that. Instead, you decide to stare at it for a much longer time than you need to. You question whether its bad enough to be worth metioning. You literally hate being that person, the one who complains, the one who needs things, Thats the complete opposite of you.

Eventually you sigh and pull out your phone.

You type the message carefully, softening it, apologizing without meaning to. You read it twice before sending, heart beating a little faster than it should.

The reply comes quickly.

You reread it, then set your phone down and press your palm against the counter, exhaling slowly. A carpenter to look. Not fix. You try not to think about what that might mean.

That same night you facetime your bestfriend, Lila.

"please tell me you didnt ignore it." she says the second she picks up.

"I didnt ignore it" you reply "I simply handled it calmly and maturely."

She snorts, "you mean you downplayed it."

dammit. she can read you like a book. "maybe.."

She sighs. "you always do that. you make yourself smaller so other people dont feel inconvenienced"

You pick a loose thread at the couch cushion that came in today. "He said hes sending someone."

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"What time?"

"Dont know."

The knock comes the next morning. Youve been awake for an hour already, nerves buzzing under your skin. You cleaned the apartment twice, or at least attempted to. It didnt even need it, you barely have anything anyway. You changed outfits, then changed back, then told yourself to stop overthinking it.

When you open the door, the man standing there looks..normal. Taller than you expected. Quiet. He introduces himself simply, his voice low and even, "Matt."

he steps inside like hes already focused on the space instead of you.

You trail behind him, suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet it is.

"So, Matt" you say, because silence makes your brain loud, "thanks for coming."

He nods, nonchalantly. "landlord said there was a leak."

"Yeah" you say quickly. "its not, like, a disaster or anything. just—there."

He crouches beneath the window, presses against the wall and frowns slightly "This has been here a while," he says.

your chest dips. "oh"

He doesnt say it unkindly. But matter-of-factly. Like hes naming something obvious. He starts working right away, tools clinking softly as he sets them down. You linger near the counter, unsure what to do with your hands

"So.." you try again. You just cant stay in silence like this. "do you see this kind of thing a lot?"

"Yeah."

"Is it bad?"

"Its manageable."

"Thats...comforting, I think.."

He glances up briefly, something like amusement flickering across his face before it dissappers. You relax a little after that,. You start talking more without realizing it. Filling the silent air with your little observations and half thoughts.

"I didnt notice how much stuff was wrong when I moved in," you admit. "if im being honest I kind of didnt want to."

He hums in acknowledgement.

"I told myself it was temporary," you continue.

"like I didnt need to get attached.."

His hands still for a moment before moving again.

The landlord stops by midway through. Hes loud and overaly friendly. Talking over both of you. Hes a version of you on crack. You think to yourself if thats what people see when you talk, then you have a long list of apologies to give out.

He repeatedly assures you its nothing serious. You nod politely, feeling small again like you always do when someone decides the situation for you.

When he leaves, the quiet feels heavier. "He does that," Matt says suddenly

"does what?" you ask. "Makes it sound like its not a problem."

You swallow. "yeah.." He fixes the door next. It opens smoothly now, no creak, no resistance. You test it twice, smiling despite yourself.

"Thats really nice," you say. "Thank you."

"Well, thats the job."

"I know, but still." You hesitate, then ask softly, "If I wanted to...do more than just patch things, would that be unreasonable?"

He looks at you carefully "Why?"

You shrug, your voice quieter. "I just want it to feel like mine. Something shifts in his expression. Gone before you can put a name to it. "ill talk to the landlord" he says.

"hey, does it ever get annoying?" you decide to go in for another

"what?" he glances at you for a second. You feel yourself shiver slightly. But you bury it. "Its my job." he adds

"yeah you mentioned that.."

"does it get annoying fixing things for people who wont appreciate it..?" He pauses briefly as he puts his tools away. "Sometimes." He answers

You wince. "Sorry"

"Well I appreciate this...so much"

He looks at you again but this time, a little longer. You feel like you just broke a layer of his shell. good. only like a thousand more to go.

Taglist ᥫ᭡

@sadgirlslush @stvrnx @privatelyowned-t @mrssturnioloo @viviansturns @aurorasturn @savmattsfavmattgirl

Authors Note ᥫ᭡

finally posted!!! pls pls pls send requests of what u want to see!! i need the inspo

[sparklyskies0]

⤷ ゛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗

disclaimer ( (18+). this series will contain slow burn romance, emotional avoidance, mild-to-moderate angst, and explicit sexual content. please mind the tags and take care of yourself while reading. ) ⋆˙⟡

┆carpenter!matt helps bright!reader with her new apartment renovations ┆

The apartment isnt bad.

Thats the first thing you tell yourself when you unlock the door for the first time and step inside, keys still warm in your palm. It smells faintly like dust and old paint, like something thats been closed up way too long, but its clean. Quiet and empty in a way that feels temporary.

You walk through slowly, barefoot, letting the place introduce itself to you. The floors creak beneath your steps, the sound sharp in the silence. The cabinets close if you push them hard enough. The bathroom door sticks unless you lift it slightly as you pull. Little things. Livable things. You tell yourself, you've lived with worse.

You drop your bag by the couch and sit for a moment, elbows on your knees, staring at the blank wall across from you. You imagine what itll loke like once youve settled in, a lamp in the corner, pictures taped up crookedly because you have yet to get them straight like ever, and a throw blanket youre gonna pretend is decorative but you actually just use it every night.

It could be good here, you think. correction- it will be good here. youll make sure of it.

You dont let yourself think much beyond that.

The drip starts two days later.

At first, its quiet enough that you convince yourself you imagined it. A soft, uneven sound coming from somewhere near the kitchen window. You stand there with your coffee, listening, your head titled slightly like that might help you locate it. Then you see it- a small, dark stain blooming above the frame, the paint swollen and uneven.

Your stomach begins to tighten.

You should text the landlord right away, you knew that. Instead, you decide to stare at it for a much longer time than you need to. You question whether its bad enough to be worth metioning. You literally hate being that person, the one who complains, the one who needs things, Thats the complete opposite of you.

Eventually you sigh and pull out your phone.

You type the message carefully, softening it, apologizing without meaning to. You read it twice before sending, heart beating a little faster than it should.

The reply comes quickly.

You reread it, then set your phone down and press your palm against the counter, exhaling slowly. A carpenter to look. Not fix. You try not to think about what that might mean.

That same night you facetime your bestfriend, Lila.

"please tell me you didnt ignore it." she says the second she picks up.

"I didnt ignore it" you reply "I simply handled it calmly and maturely."

She snorts, "you mean you downplayed it."

dammit. she can read you like a book. "maybe.."

She sighs. "you always do that. you make yourself smaller so other people dont feel inconvenienced"

You pick a loose thread at the couch cushion that came in today. "He said hes sending someone."

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"What time?"

"Dont know."

The knock comes the next morning. Youve been awake for an hour already, nerves buzzing under your skin. You cleaned the apartment twice, or at least attempted to. It didnt even need it, you barely have anything anyway. You changed outfits, then changed back, then told yourself to stop overthinking it.

When you open the door, the man standing there looks..normal. Taller than you expected. Quiet. He introduces himself simply, his voice low and even, "Matt."

he steps inside like hes already focused on the space instead of you.

You trail behind him, suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet it is.

"So, Matt" you say, because silence makes your brain loud, "thanks for coming."

He nods, nonchalantly. "landlord said there was a leak."

"Yeah" you say quickly. "its not, like, a disaster or anything. just—there."

He crouches beneath the window, presses against the wall and frowns slightly "This has been here a while," he says.

your chest dips. "oh"

He doesnt say it unkindly. But matter-of-factly. Like hes naming something obvious. He starts working right away, tools clinking softly as he sets them down. You linger near the counter, unsure what to do with your hands

"So.." you try again. You just cant stay in silence like this. "do you see this kind of thing a lot?"

"Yeah."

"Is it bad?"

"Its manageable."

"Thats...comforting, I think.."

He glances up briefly, something like amusement flickering across his face before it dissappers. You relax a little after that,. You start talking more without realizing it. Filling the silent air with your little observations and half thoughts.

"I didnt notice how much stuff was wrong when I moved in," you admit. "if im being honest I kind of didnt want to."

He hums in acknowledgement.

"I told myself it was temporary," you continue.

"like I didnt need to get attached.."

His hands still for a moment before moving again.

The landlord stops by midway through. Hes loud and overaly friendly. Talking over both of you. Hes a version of you on crack. You think to yourself if thats what people see when you talk, then you have a long list of apologies to give out.

He repeatedly assures you its nothing serious. You nod politely, feeling small again like you always do when someone decides the situation for you.

When he leaves, the quiet feels heavier. "He does that," Matt says suddenly

"does what?" you ask. "Makes it sound like its not a problem."

You swallow. "yeah.." He fixes the door next. It opens smoothly now, no creak, no resistance. You test it twice, smiling despite yourself.

"Thats really nice," you say. "Thank you."

"Well, thats the job."

"I know, but still." You hesitate, then ask softly, "If I wanted to...do more than just patch things, would that be unreasonable?"

He looks at you carefully "Why?"

You shrug, your voice quieter. "I just want it to feel like mine. Something shifts in his expression. Gone before you can put a name to it. "ill talk to the landlord" he says.

"hey, does it ever get annoying?" you decide to go in for another

"what?" he glances at you for a second. You feel yourself shiver slightly. But you bury it. "Its my job." he adds

"yeah you mentioned that.."

"does it get annoying fixing things for people who wont appreciate it..?" He pauses briefly as he puts his tools away. "Sometimes." He answers

You wince. "Sorry"

"Well I appreciate this...so much"

He looks at you again but this time, a little longer. You feel like you just broke a layer of his shell. good. only like a thousand more to go.

Taglist ᥫ᭡

@sadgirlslush @stvrnx @privatelyowned-t @mrssturnioloo @viviansturns @aurorasturn @savmattsfavmattgirl

Authors Note ᥫ᭡

finally posted!!! pls pls pls send requests of what u want to see!! i need the inspo

[slvtf0rchr1s]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ “YOUR HEART IS RACING” ˚𐙚⋆.˚

in which nurse!reader takes care of hockeyplayer!matt in the middle of the night

✎ᝰ. more of this au here .ᐟ.ᐟ (also please send me reqs w what you wanna read, i don’t have inspiration)

it’s the middle of the night, and you have a night shift till 6 am. you’re tired, completely exhausted as you walking through the hallways of the hospital, checking in on different patients.

your nursing outfit is all out of place, nothing like the neat look it had when you started the shift. your hair is thrown in a messy ponytail, hair sticking out from every side.

you walk past a room you recognise immediately, knowing exactly who is resting behind the door. an automatic small smile appears on your face. you’re about to walk past, not wanting to bother him since it’s the middle of the night, when you hear the doorhandle rumbling.

you flinch slightly, freezing as the door opens slowly. matt’s tired figure appears, one of his hands is rubbing his eyes, the other still wrapped in bandages. he pauses, surprised when he sees you in his doorway.

and without hesitation, a smirk appears on his face, the same that makes you roll your eyes slightly in amusement.

“bunny.”

he whispers, his voice low and raspy due the sleep. you smile slightly at the nickname he gave you.

“matt.” you reply, giving him a gentle nod. he smiles and reaches his bandaged arm up.

“was about to call you in, my bandages are loosening..” he mumbles, eyes focused on nothing more than your own doe eyes.

his gaze is intense, but you shake the feeling that is hiding beneath off, giving him another nod.

“of course, i’ll help you.”

you whisper, making sure not to speak too loudly. he grins and takes a step back, letting you enter his room.

you walk over to the cabinets in the corner, rummaging around.

“you can sit on the bed.” you say, head turned over your shoulder to give him a small smile. he obeys, slumping towards his hospital bed and plopping down, resting his head against the pillows.

you manage to get the supplies you need and walk over to him, setting all the stuff down on the stand, before turning around and walking over to the sink, beginning to wash your hands.

matt examines lazily the stuff you set down, humming lowly as you dry your hands.

“how are you feeling?”

you ask, voice soft and gentle as you walk back to matt’s bed, beginning to roll out some of the compression bandages.

he shrugs, leaning back.

“better, arm still hurts but not that much anymore.”

you nod, satisfied with his answer.

“can i?”

you ask softly, reaching out for his injured arm. he nods, letting you pull his arm closer to you, gently peeling away the old bandages.

he hisses softly, his eyes focused on his arm. you glance up at him and smile gently.

“hey, focus on me okay, not your arm.” you whisper, and he nods, his eyes gliding up to your face.

you remove the old bandages, cutting off some fresh ones. you examine his arm, humming.

“looks better than yesterday.” you whisper, smiling softly and looking at his face again, catching him already looking. his eyes are slightly glazed over, and your not sure if it’s cause of the left over drugs in his system, or just another emotional reason.

you give him another reassuring smile, before focusing back on wrapping his arm in the fresh bandages. you pull them together tightly, not too tight, but enough to make matt hiss once again.

“sorry..” you whisper, grabbing the tape to hold it all in place.

he mumbles something under his breath, something you can’t quite place. his half lidded eyes are still focused on you, running up and down your face, as if taking in every single detail.

you let go of his arm and give it a gentle pat. “there we go.” you whisper softly, glancing back up at him and catching his blue eyes once again.

he smiles lazily. “thanks bunny.”

you nod, a small smile tugging on your lips as well. you stand up. “is it okay if i check your blood pressure and heart?” you ask, running your fingers down your nursing outfit, wiping away imaginary dust.

he nods, blinking slowly. you grab the blood pressure monitor and wrap the velcro covered fabric around his other unharmed arm, fingering brushing the skin of his bicep by accident. you secure it before pressing a few buttons on the monitor.

“okay this will feel a little weird, i want you to just keep breathing and not say anything okay?”

you whisper, tilting your head to give him yet another small smile. he just nods, laying back in the bed and glancing up at the ceiling.

the band tightens around his biceps, the monitor numbers go up. you’re focused on the screen, glancing every now and then at matt. after a moment you pull it off of him, smiling.

“good, you did good.” you say softly, before grabbing the stethoscope. you plug each side of the ear piece in, holding the chest piece between your fingers.

“can you sit back up for me?”

matt obeys, sitting back up, his face suddenly way closer than before. you glance up at him, he awkwardly pulls a little back, feeling his ears heat up.

you place the chest piece of the stethoscope on his chest. your mouth slightly agape as you’re focused on his heartbeat.

matt stares at you, at your eyes, your nose, your brows, but most importantly.. your lips. he can’t keep his eyes off them.

you furrow your brows slightly, pressing the cold chest piece a bit more against his chest.

“your heart is racing…” you murmur, eyes focused down to concentrate fully, completely oblivious of the intense stare matt gives you.

his heart is beating faster than normal, way faster, and you can practically feel it skip a whole beat when he speaks up softly.

“you’re really pretty.”

you glance up at him, breath hitching of your own. his face is back in the first position, closely in front of yours.

your fingers that are holding the end of the stethoscope loosen slightly, the cold metal sliding down his chest. your eyes are locked with his, and before you know it, matt leans even more forward, lips hovering above yours.

when you don’t pull back, he gently attaches them, his soft lips on yours, kissing you.

your hand falters completely form his chest. you’re shocked at first, but you can’t say this doesn’t feel good.

matt’s unharmed arm wraps around you slightly, pulling you closer on the bed with him. his lips are moving slow, taking the time to taste you.

you gasp softly when you feel his tongue swiping your bottom lip, and he takes advantage of your open mouth, slipping it gently inside, exploring your mouth with his wet tongue.

both of your eyes are fluttered close, matt’s movements become more eager, more needy.

his face keeps tilting closer to yours, as if he’s scared you’ll disappear.

and you, you just kiss him back, swiping your own tongue against his. matt lets out the softest shuddering sound of pleasure, before deepening the kiss even more.

after a while you both pull back, both flustered and both out of breath. you stare at matt, matt stares at you.

none of you say anything, just letting the moment of silence sink in, along with the tingling feeling on your lips.

and then matt’s grin returns, the same cocky one you know. he looks almost proud, flashing you his straight teeth.

“i feel so much better now, thank you bunny.” he says, making you roll your eyes and stand up from his bed.

“whatever matt, you should sleep.” you whisper back, sounding annoyed, although the only thing you feel is amusement and heat.

his grin widens, his eyes fluttering close.

“mhm goodnight bunny.”

“goodnight matt.”

a/n such cuties 🥹 also i’m not in med school so PLEASE help me out with all these names and stuff like i don’t wanna write incorrectly

[sparklyskies0]

wait im actually not okay wtf