i need this to be heard: robert pattinson is so sexy and so cute and so husband (literally) i need him to have more recognition. not just when he was in twilight era like his NOW look is so adorable this is his year
you can not tell me that every movie night matt and his gf have that by the end they’re making out potentially having sex OR they are either fully slumped sleeping in each others arms by the time it ends.
isn’t it crazy i was just watching the fw stream for prada men and had no idea they were there i was like “imagine matt turns the corner all sexy” then i check tumblr….
I love how Walker Scobell just appeared one day. He’s acted in only three projects now, all within the last two years, all where he’s the main character. Nothing else. No nepotism. I think someone in Hollywood just said “Yeah I need an angelic little blond boy who watches too many rated R movies, bites people, and swears like a sailor?” and then they found Walker skateboarding in the dumpster out back and went “PERFECT”
⊹˚₊ summary: with your daddy away, matthew sturniolo visits your family's cozy farm where he convinces you to join him for a horse ride. you nervously gallop through town together and find yourself falling for the boy your father may never approve of.
︵︵ notes: farmers!daughter!reader x cowboy!matt, sfw, fluff, daddy issues, small bit of angst at the end, kind of a rapunzel and flynn ryder kinda thing (as mentioned by matt hehe), ending is not proofread
︵︵ word count: 2k
"those fuckin scoundrels," your father spits, stern eyes glaring out your tiny kitchen window as herders pass by, their horses kicking up dirt and dust. you lift your head from the overflowing sink to watch for the few seconds the men ride by. your father shuts the fridge with a sigh. you reavert your gaze to the distressed man, your fluffy lashes fluttering as you blink with concern.
"are you alright daddy?” you chirp, lazily brushing the sponge in your hand against a dainty pink plate as you watch the man wave his hand dismissively.
“fine, darlin, fine. check on the eggs when yer done there, alright?” he grunts, making his way towards the front door. you hum contently, quickly drying your hands and disregarding the dirty dishes before skipping through the homely cottage, bathed beautifully in the warm sun. “bye bye!” you kiss your dad's cheek, patting his back lightly as he pulls his jacket off the hook. the door opens and closes, and suddenly you're all alone again.
you don't mind it, humming quietly to yourself as you pick up your basket and step out the back door, your pretty boots crunching on the green grass. the only thing keeping you sane is the farm. your father doesn't let you go out-- he says exploring just leads to problems, and you listen because you'd never want to trouble your dear old dad. you're detached from the real world, though you don't really know it, do you? you're a quiet young thing with no ambitions unlike the other girls in town with dreams of leaving home and making a change.
the hens cluck familiarly as you step into the spacious chicken coop, smiling at your fluffy birds. like a giddy child, you talk to your animals, especially considering they're the only real friends you've got. "daddy's out in town; he wanta get some lambs, sheila! wouldn' that be nice?" you coo, politely moving your chicken to collect her eggs.
when you finish, you open the screened door to let the chickens out. they scramble past the threshold, freely wandering the farm as they please. your face brightens as you catch sight of your horse, petal, staring directly at you as if patiently waiting for your attention. you wouldn't admit it (especially not in front of the other animals), but she was your favorite part of the farm. you've had her since you were little, slowly watching her delicate white mane grow-- you click your teeth when you notice the pink flowers you'd left woven in her mane fading. then your eyes widen as you spot a smidge of brown hair moving behind her.
"hello..?" you call out as you clutch your basket tighter and hurry over to petal's fenced-in area. you gasp when you reach a man bent down on his knees, inspecting your horse's hooves. he looks up at you, and your heart pounds a little louder. you've seen him before, you have the biggest slightest remembrance of square dancing with the boy at one of the town gatherings. "oh," you sigh, clutching your heart. "hi matt," you mutter shyly.
it's been a while since you've seen matthew sturniolo-- ever since your father decided that now as a "big girl", boys would be eyeing you as you danced, therefore there was no more for you. the brunette hair is longer now, and his face has lost some of its pleasant youthfulness.
matt chuckles awkwardly as he stands, dusting himself off. "heya sweetheart-- m sorry to scare ya like this," he says with a gentle smile, holding his hand out to your free one. ever the charmer, he leaves a delicate kiss on your knuckles, and your nerves settle a bit.
the brunette exhales heavily, taking a quick look around the farm. "ts been a while, huh? i was, uh, lookin at your steed's foot there. seems like she needs a bit of care," matt gestures towards petal.
"oh," you whisper to yourself, eyes averting to your pet's hoof. he takes in your cute appearance, subtly grinning at your little stud earrings and bouncy pink dress. "is it.. bad?" you mutter before letting out a tiny gasp.. how rude you've been! "oh! um, are you thirsty? or do you want something to eat maybe?" you take a step back, ready to head inside. but he shakes his head, waving his hand.
"thank you, but i'm fine. actually came here to ask ya-- um... y'wanna go fer a ride?" matt asks hopefully, eyes searching yours for any signs of rejection.
your father would never agree. you gulp, dropping your head to your feet. "oh, i'm not sure.. daddy would--"
"im not askin what he wants." he cuts you off sharply along with a stern look. "do you wanna go fer a ride?... with me?"
you exhale, looking over to petal. it almost looks like she gives you a nod of encouragement. "i-i'm not very good.." you stammer embarrassedly, picking up your head. he chuckles again, tapping his foot against the grass lightly. "ill teach ya,"
you nod, lips parted. matt's head tilts towards a chicken by his boot, his grin widening. "they gonna be alright out?"
"oh! uh, one second.." you head behind the coop into a tiny shed, pulling out a handful of oats. spreading your palm, you call the chickens over, the oats being bait to lure them back into their home. the birds cluck loudly, stumbling over themselves as they follow you into the stall. "here you go babies," you coo quietly, spreading the oats around the ground. you dust off your hands before stepping out the screened door to a smiling, almost sheepish matt.
you awkwardly brush off your dress, looking around. "so.. where's your horse?"
matt nudges his head to the side. "wrapped to that tree righ’ there," he looks toward his brown steed tied to a thick oak tree. he hums contently, mindlessly playing with petal's clean mane, turning back to you. "so, shall we?"
you sway back and forth, still nervous about leaving the animals all alone. "needa put the eggs away first.. oh nd i need a saddle-- are you sure you don' wanna come in real fast?"
the brunette shakes his head, "nah, that's alrigh'. i'll help you and.." he pauses, motioning to the dying flowers in your horse's mane. "petal, right?" he asks with a giggle. you grin toothily and nod in confirmation, him nodding back.
"well, i'll help you two get geared up," he offers, flashing that enchanting smile you loved seeing back whenever you accidentally stepped on his shoes while dancing. he'd always reassure you, saying "that's alright," just as he did now, and give you that sweet grin that made your worries disappear.
matt steps away from your horse, his chaps swinging back and forth as he makes his way towards you. "so.. how've you been lately?"
leaving your beloved home for the first time in forever wasn't as hard as you initially thought it'd be. having matt as company helped, he soothed your worries with ease when you debated just staying with the animals like always. he caught you up on how to ride your horse, how to hold the reins, the right times to squeeze your legs, and steering. you got the hang of it again with little trouble (you almost fell off petal when mounting..) and you found yourself having great fun in the unexpected event.
"let's race!!" you grin, slowing down with matt trailing close behind you. he readjusts his black cowboy hat as he raises an eyebrow with his horse, jeff, pulling up next to you. "i dunno 'bout that, m pretty sure i'd win," he chuckles, petting petal with unintelligible coos.
the valley the two of you had been riding in for the past hour was gorgeous, with hardly any trees surrounding the large meadow, allowing you to feel free. you giggle with a nod, “yeah probably,”
matt stares at the side of your face for a moment before humming and taking off straight ahead with a loud laugh. you gasp with a wide grin before giddying up, racing behind matt.
you two race all the way home, the sun setting above you as you hear the familiar noises of the farm. “so it’s a tie then?” matt smirks, hopping off jeff. he walks over to your side, grabbing your hips before you could protest and helping you off.
you stick your tongue out a little. “i coulda won if ya didn’t take off before me.. but yeahhh it’s a tie,”
the boy ruffles your hair playfully, forcing a small giggle out of you that’s cut off shortly when you notice your father’s pick up truck in front of the house. you exhale, mentally preparing yourself for the upcoming stream of harsh curses. you turn to matt, kissing his cheek quickly. his eyes slightly widen, clearly taken by surprise.
“daddy’s home but um..” you’re immensely shy again, eyes locked on the dirt ground slowly getting darker as the sun fades away. “thank you for today. i really loved it..”
if you thought matt’s expression towards you couldn’t get any softer, it just did. he always wished there was something he could do about your restrictive father, but alas, he’s still just a boy. he can’t be your knight in shining armor yet.
he nods, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. your eyes are glossy, bottom lip only slightly trembling, though matt’s able to catch it. he offers a gentle smile, rubbing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. “we should do this again sometime, ay? me, you, jeff, and petal,”
“i think the fuck not.”
you and matt both jump at the raspy voice. you turn towards the back door where your father stands with a shotgun in hand. matt places his hand on his hat, “sir—“
“matthew get your goddamn ass off my land ‘fore i shoot you dead,” your dad spits, lifting the gun to rest in both hands. matt inhales heavily before snatching your hand into his. you let out a soft gasp, whispering, “what are ya doin?”
he ignores you, challenging your enraged father with a cold gaze. “i apologize for keepin your darlin out so late, sir.” he starts, keeping a firm stare. he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor then, he thought he couldn’t even save you now. but his giddy heart tells him to fight for you.
your daddy cuts him off again, “i don’t give a—“, only this time, matt keeps talking.
“i never was able to take her for a ride before you hid her away like fuckin rapunzel. guess that makes you mother gothel then, huh?”
as matt speaks, your eyes were blurred with tears, threatening to spill over any second. you kept your composure though, knowing your father hates when you cry. matt standing up for you made you proud and sick with adoration. but it’s also making matters worse for you, because now your father’ll come down on you even harder.
“you can shoot flynn ryder. go ‘head. you know who my parents are. and you know karma’s a bitch ain’t it?” he challenges, raising both eyebrows, keeping his hand in yours reassuringly.
your father scoffs, gripping his shotgun tighter before turning to you. “get yer stupid ass inside now.” he grits his teeth, his nose practically flaring steam.
you hesitantly drop matt’s hand, pulling petal in behind her fence quickly before running into the house, keeping your head down as you rushed past your father.
when you’re gone, he sucks his teeth, threatening matt to stay away before he steps into the house, clutching onto the door. before shutting it, he lets out an unexpected chuckle. “and by the way, jeff is a dumb ass name,”
matt huffs as the door slams shut. his eyes quickly avert to your room’s window as the light turned on, your dad’s yelling muffled by the walls. it’s then that matt realizes, he didn’t really save you at all.
help this is kinda short oopsies.. not doing a part 2 unless someone comes in my inbox with an idea (plz be specific 😞)
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