matthew sturniolo my beloved

love and cigs

[sturnsdarling]

The (abandoned) Library

The fratboy!matt and smartand'mean'!reader story (master list)

love and cigs, merc x

[sturnsdarling]

all my love, and a final cig

I have decided to stop creating on this account. its not for any other reason other than me moving onto a different stage of my life, I still love this account, all my anons and mutuals and the horny lurkers, but my heart just isn't in it anymore, and I'd rather leave it as it is then tarnish it. you all deserve better than that.

obviously I'll be keeping everything up, and I've updated my library so everything is laid out nice and pretty for everyone to come back to. it felt right that my final fic would be fratboy!matt and smartand'mean'!reader, as they were my first pairing and mean the world to me.

I made this account when I was going through a horrific breakup, and the community I found, along with the writing I did genuinely helped me not feel so lost inside my own head, so I am forever grateful for that.

I will always write, but its time I move on to something a little bigger. fic writing is something i've done in secret for nearly a decade, and being able to finally share my stories with you all, about some of my favourite boys in the world, has been an absolute pleasure.

anyway, I love you all very much, think of me every time you have a cig.

love, merc x

the abandoned library, fratboy!matt masterlist

[sturnsdarling]

all I wanted

{insp by @sturnioz} fratboy!matt and smartand’mean’!reader find themselves at the breaking point

vibe check: (resolved) angst (miscommunication, reader is an impulsive!avoidant so rash and intense choices from her that are borderline irrational, mentions of fighting, substance abuse (alcohol and nic), most valid crash out of 2025, fluff, smut, confessions of love.

8k words

A/N: the emotional attachment I have to this paring is so intense. they were the first pairing I ever wrote, and after some time away, I've decided they will be the last. I have loved writing my silly stories for you all, but with some changes in my life I think its time I leave fic writing behind to move onto bigger things. I hope this is the perfect goodbye for you all, and I hope you love it as much as I do.

all my love and cigs, merc.

the last time you saw him, before the time you thought you ever would again:

"you feel so fucking good, angel" Matt panted in your ear, his chest pressed tight against your back as he rutted into you from behind, flitting between biting and sucking down on your shoulder and whispering toe curling praises in your ear.

"mphm, please, cum inside me, please" you begged, face smushed into the pillow, head reeling from the way his lengthy cock was stretching you out.

Matt groaned in your ear at your begging, taking a fist full of your long hair and craning your neck back, forcing you to look at him as he set a harder pace into your sopping pussy,

"you're all mine, y'know that, angel?" Matt said, his voice raspy, eyes trained firmly into yours.

"mhm" you moaned, lip tucked between your teeth as you nodded, vision blurry from pure euphoria

"tell me, pretty girl, tell me you're mine" he said, his tone soft but eyes dark, demanding.

"I'm-" you cut yourself off with a moan, Matts cock pressing repeatedly into your g-spot, "I'm all yours, all yours" you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

A menacing grin formed on Matts face, and he placed a soft kiss on the spot of your skin wetted by your tears, "so good for me, tough girl" he cooed, "keep telling me, angel" he commanded.

you moaned in response, frustrated by the effort it was taking to speak through your pleasure, "I'm all yours, I'm all yours" you sang, the words coming out muffled by your moans.

your words, mixed with how well you followed his instructions and the vice grip your perfect pussy had on him had Matt reeling, he began to stutter inside you, using your hair as a grip to pull you into him, kissing you feverishly as he came inside you, filling you up just how you begged him to. He bit down on your bottom lip, eyes clenching shut as he fucked his cum into you, his mouth filled with your moans, yours with his.

Matt slowly came to a halt, shifting slightly as he panted, pulling from the kiss to rest his sweaty head in between your shoulder blades.

he sighed into your skin, reluctantly pulling out and turning you over onto your back, "I'm gonna miss you too much when I'm gone, angel"

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sentiment, unable to control the smile on your face, "it's three days, Matthew" you chuckled

"three days is too long to be without you, without this..." he said, placing gentle fingers into your spent folds, "without this..." he repeated, this time kissing you softly as he slowly pushed a finger inside you, earning a small whimper from you, Matt catching the sound in your kiss, "without you" he repeated as he pulled away from the kiss, pulling his fingers out of you has he did, a small hum leaving your throat at the emptiness.

"I'm sure you'll survive" you smiled up at him, his soft blue eyes pouring into yours.

That night was over a month ago, and the last memory you have of him that didn't make your heart ache.

In the nearly six months you and Matt had been together, you spent almost every single day with each other. it was effortless; you didn't need to bite your tongue around him or mellow yourself down, he had quickly become your closest confidant, your sound board, your best friend. you of course started as fuck buddies, a mutual agreement between two people who liked sex, and liked each other just as much, but as we know, that didn't last long. within a week of having constant sex and being tangled up in one other, he was addicted to you, and you couldn't get enough of him. you quickly became his girl, or as Nate and Chris would call you, his pet emo.

these past few weeks though, Matt had been too busy to make time for you. of course he wanted to, being away from you was agonising but with going back and forth from Boston, and his responsibilities with the frat, you had become ships in the night, always just missing each other. you wanted to say something, tell him that you didn't care when you saw him or for how long, but your pride wouldn't let you. and despite the fact that every other day Matt was calling you 'just to hear your voice', his words, neither of you could admit how shitty it was spending time apart, both too stubborn to say what you really wanted to say, what you both felt.

you were on the phone to your best friend, Bun, letting her lecture you about how you should just do a big gesture, show up at his house.

"bun, I can't just turn up at his house, he's busy" you said, "...and so am I" you lied, knowing you were already weeks ahead on your uni work, despite the final semester just starting, and had absolutely nothing to do.

"so what if he's busy, go show him that he should never be too busy to see you, to spend time with you" she pressed

you let out a breathy chuckle, "we're just not that kind of couple, we never have been and, to be honest, I don't want to be"

"bullshit" Bun called you out.

you faux gasped at her 'outburst', "Chris is rubbing off on you" you chuckled.

Bun rolled her eyes with a laugh on the other end of the phone, "look, all I'm saying is, if it was me, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from making him make time for me"

you sighed, pondering her words. she did have a point, and being away from Matt was border-lining on painful. Bun was rambling on the other end of the phone, her words going in one ear and out the other as you started to consider taking her advice. you meant it when you said you weren't that kind of couple, and you never wanted to be the kind of girl that demanded to be in your boyfriends back pocket all the time, but, you couldn't quiet that little voice in the back of your head telling you that any outlandish displays of affection would be less painful than not seeing him for another week.

"can I call you later?" you cut her off in her ramble, not bothering to wait for an answer before saying thank you and hanging up.

you quickly got up, not letting a second of momentum pass you by. you pulled your cardigan off the back of the door, multitasking as you shoved your feet into your boots with a slight struggle. once you had them laced up, and just as you were about to open your door, you paused for a moment, wondering if you were actually going to be that girlfriend. you had never cared about any one enough to bother making an effort, and despite how much you really did care about Matt, the sentiment was still jarring. shaking the thought from your mind, you reminded yourself that this was Matt, he was different, its not like you we're going to turn up and have him tell you to fuck off...you we're everything to him.

you ran out your house, making quick ways to the frat house, going in circles in your own mind as to how you were going to 'play it cool', let Matt know that you couldn't be apart from him any longer without sounding too desperate, and proceed then to fuck his brains out.

you turned onto his street, the sound of bellowing music getting louder the closer to you got. your brows furrowed in confusion, convincing yourself that it had to be the house next door. of course, it wasn't, and you hated how small you suddenly felt, your heart sinking as you watched hoards of people crowd around the boys' frat house, strobe lights and thumping music quickly becoming nothing but blurred lights and muffled noise as your ears began to ring.

you strode up to the house, your anxiety quickly becoming frustration as you pushed through the crowds of people, entering through the open door, scanning the room for Matt, praying he wasn't there, that he was hold up in his room, being busy, just like he told you he was.

your eyes scanned the room, and your heart dropped to your stomach when your sights met the bottom of the stairs, seeing Matt, a wide smile on his face as a blonde sorority girl over played her laugh, lightly brushing his arm as she edged closer to him. Your blood began to boil, the anxious ringing in your ears moving to an infuriated buzz

you thought about turning around, leaving, running away with the feeling of completely betrayed. Matt had never lied to you, ever, he was the most honest thing in your life and, in this moment, however small anyone else may feel it was, everything you thought you knew about him came crashing down. as you found yourself wanting to leave, your feet had other plans, and you were pushing your way through the crowd, making a b-line for your boyfriend.

"Hi, Matt" you spat, your heart thumping in your chest as you appeared next to him, burning holes in the side of his head

Matts ears perked up at the sound of your voice, him turning to you instantly with bright eyes, "angel" he sighed, a soft smile on his face.

"who-" the girl began to speak

"you can go" you said venomously as you turned to her.

she scoffed, mumbling a short 'whatever' before walking away. Matt hadn't taken his eyes off of you, his breath hitching in his throat slightly when you turned back to lock eyes with him, your face riddled with anger.

"you have no idea how good it is to-" He said, leaning down to kiss you.

"save it." you cut him off, placing a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back.

"whats wrong?" he asked, head dipping to look at you properly.

"are you serious?" you were furious

"wha-"

"you haven't made any time to see me in weeks, and now, after telling me you were busy, you're not only throwing a rager, but letting some blonde bimbo bitch get all cosy with you" the words began to tumble out your mouth

"angel-" he began to speak, finally realising what this situation looks like.

"don't call me that" you spat, convinced that steam was actually coming out your ears.

Matt was taken aback, he was used to you being blunt, standoffish even but, this was something new, he'd not seen you like this before: angry, at him

"angel, I-" he started to explain himself, being cut off by your piercing glare at his nickname for you, it suddenly like sandpaper against your skin,

"y/n..." he corrected himself, "I wasn't letting her get cosy with me, and I'm not throwing this party, Chris is" his tone was soft, reassuring.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes, "right, so why was she talking to you then?"

"I don't know" Matt shrugged, defensively, "I just came down to ge-"

"you know, I came here to tell you - to show you, how much i've missed you, Matt" you cut him off again, too pissed off to care about what he had to say, any semblance of rationality out the window.

you calling him Matt instead Matthew was jarring, and stung every time, "I've missed you too, so much" he cooed, attempting to wrap his arm round your waist to pull you into him, a display of affection you quickly pushed away.

"it sure looks like it" you scoffed again, "I knew coming here was a bad idea" you sighed, feeling like an idiot.

"what? no..." Matt shook his head, eyes soft as he attempted to reassure you.

"you know, being busy and not being able to see me, is one thing, but lying..." you said, suddenly of the belief that everything he had said in the last few weeks was bullshit

"I didn't lie to you" Matt shook his head slightly, his tone slightly more defensive than before

"yes you did, Matt, you blatantly lied, and you're lying to me now" you retorted.

"I didn't lie" Matt repeated, "I'm not at this party, y/n, its just in my house, how is it my fault that you walked in at the wrong time?" he said, not realising the weight of his words

Matts attitude stunned you, your jaw instantly clenching at his inability to realise why you were so annoyed, "no, you're right Matt, it's not your fault" you scolded, "its mine."

"thats not what I meant" Matt said, frustrated

"no, no, you're right, its my fault, its all my fault for thinking that you were anything more than the playboy frat king you've always been" your words ate away at him like acid

"y/n, this is ridiculous, s'all just a big misunderstanding, okay?" Matt said, his heart suddenly beating quicker in his chest

"oh, I understand just fine, Matt" you couldn't help but smile, "you're too busy being a party boy, flirting with sorority girls and getting drunk with your shit friends to see your girlfriend, I get it, so, you know what, matt?

"y/n..." Matt warned softly, painfully aware of what was coming next

"you take all the time you want, okay? we're done." you choked out, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth, but too angry to take them back.

Matt felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out the room, the hustle and bustle of the party happening around you both suddenly being nothing but background noise as he stared down into your teary eyes, everything was moving in slow motion as you stared at him, and you rolled your eyes to push the sadness away as you began turning away to leave.

He called after you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. you turned back to him, snatching your arm from his grip and glaring at him in disgust. you pushed your way back through the way you came in, Matt watching you vanish into the crowd of people, dizzy as if he could feel the world turning on its axis underneath him. he was paralysed, and before he could collect his heart up off the floor to chase after you, wrap it up in your hands and beg you to listen to him, you were gone, and as he stood in the room filled with people, he suddenly felt painfully alone.

the pounding in his ears was cut off by the sound of Nate coming up beside him, placing a lazy arm over his shoulder.

"what was that about?" He chuckled, unaware

Matts mouth was completely dry, but after a short pause he managed to reply, "she just broke up with me" the words like knives against his throat as they came up.

the walk back to your dorm felt like a fever dream,

you could barely see were you were going from the tears clouding your vision, could barely hear yourself think over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. you had never been this furious at him in the whole time you knew him, he never gave you a reason to. something about it made you feel so betrayed, so stupid; stupid for showing up at his house, stupid for thinking he’d be doing anything other than partying, stupid for letting yourself believe what you had with him was real. you felt like you’d taken a baseball bat to the stomach, and everything you had let yourself feel for him was eating away at your brain, of course it was too good to be true.

any sense of rationality your brain was capable of mustering had been left in that house. you felt like you were vibrating, whilst entirely empty all at once. you couldn’t stop the tears but, the further you got from Matts house, the more hollow you felt. your fingers had gone numb, you only realising as you reached into your bra to pull a cigarette out. You placed it between your lips with shaky fingers as you cupped the end, and lit it with a long inhale.

your eyes felt heavy as you approached your dorm, dried tears of mascara stinging at your skin as they cracked around your eyes. you took another long drag of your cigarette, staring up at the light of your dorm room, knowing you were going to be greeted of photos, gifts, clothes and a billion other reminders of Matt the moment you walked through the door. the reality of what you had done quietly set in, your body being physically still making room for your mind to process what had happened.

tears began to well in your eyes once more, your hand still shaking as you brought it to your mouth. you took your longest drag as you began to brave the walk up to your Matt littered room. a part of you felt pathetic, for caring so much that you had gotten yourself into this situation at all, another felt devastated that you were incapable of the self control it took to just talk to him. neither of those feelings were productive as of right now so, you did what you knew best, and shut it all out.

you and Matt went no contact right away.

'there was no point in dragging it on', you convinced yourself, whilst refusing to take down the photos in your room, telling bun you didn’t care enough about them to bother taking them down. he 'wasn’t going to call you', he told everyone, whilst spending most nights staring at the little picture of you, red lipstick smudged all over your face with a black nailed middle finger up and your hair sprawled over his pillow, the word ‘angel’ sitting right underneath it, taunting him through the screen as he forced himself not to hit call.

as far as everyone else was concerned, neither of you cared about the break up. you spent all your time in the library or at random parties you didn’t really want to be at just to pass the time. everything had become a bit of a blur, and you were either drunk or hungover at any given moment, and fell right back to your old habits of being the resident mean, ‘scary emo’ on campus. you partied hard, too hard, but any head ache was better than feeling every atom in your body crave Matt. speaking of old habits dying hard, stories of Matt getting in a fight every other day spread around the campus like wild fire. the frat house had become a fight club, Matt beating the shit out of anyone that even looked at him weirdly. he stopped going to all his classes just like he used to, all except one, and just like before still managed to rank second in the class. every night was an excuse to get drunk, and for the first week or two no one in the house batted an eye, not even Chris. he knew his brother had to let off some steam, and it’s not like Matt would ever open up to him about his feelings, Chris wouldn’t know what to say if he did so, he kept the ragers going.

the morning after you broke up was a gravitational shift, but as the weeks passed you stopped looking for his name on your phone, knowing it wasn’t coming because, why would it? you weren’t together anymore and, just like you reminded yourself everyday, you didn’t care.

Matt walked up to the clerk,

and slammed the two six packs of shit beer on the counter, watching mindlessly as the teenager, way too young to serve him, scanned them through.

“is that everything?” he asked, his tone flat and uninterested

the clerks words snapped Matt out his gaze, “uh, nah — no, can I get a pack of marlboro golds…please” he said, reaching into his jean pocket to pull out his wallet

the teenager scanned through the cigarettes, holding out a hand as he said Matts total. With a short smile and the ding of the register Matt grabbed the beer, and his cigarettes, and sauntered out the shop.

back at the house, the boys were hotboxing the living room, waiting for the moment their house would be filled with almost everyone on campus.

Matt was sat slouched on the rotted old arm chair in the corner of the room, flicking the head of his lighter open and closed, staring at the way the hinge turned inside itself every time he moved his wrist. The noises of his friends and brothers talking had become muffled; everything around him had become sincerely uninteresting in the last few weeks. he sighed, lifting his hips up slightly to reach into his jeans and pull out his crinkled pack of cigarettes. he flicked the bottom of the packet, taking out the one that jumped up first and turning it round before pulling a different one out, holding it between his bruised, slender fingers and placing it inbetween his soft lips, it sitting effortlessly above the cut that hugged his bottom lip.

“since when do you smoke golds, kid?” Chris’ voice cut through the sound of the lighter at the end of Matts cigarette.

he didn’t smoke golds, ever. he hated them, actually. he’d smoked reds since he became a smoker. you smoked golds. and in the weeks since he lost you, the chocolatey taste of a marlboro gold had become a sweetness he desperately craved. “since now” Matt said bluntly, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette and not bothering to look at his brother.

Chris looked his brother up and down, growing tired of the arrogant prick he had become. he glanced at Nate, who shot him a brow and shrugged.

avoiding each other, no matter how hard you tried, was impossible.

Seeing him was excruciating for you. seeing you, for him, was somehow worse. but when the sole reason you even knew who each other were was lingering looks in an english literature seminar, it was hard to escape each other.

you were all sat in your respective chairs in a messy semi circle, slightly too close to each other. you were sat in front of the window, looking everywhere other than Matt and ignoring the crushing feeling inside your chest as the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Matt was sat across from you, it taking everything in him not to notice the way the sun crept through the window, lighting you up from behind and displaying you to him like some kind of omen, like an angel.

you sat, flicking through the pages of the set reading, your black chipped fingernails making Matt think of every time you’d get him to paint your left hand.

“the sadness throughout this chapter is something I really want to focus on today” the teachers words muffled in your ears, “y/n, what did you think about the motif of sadness?” her words brought you out of your reading haze

“sadness?” you said, repeating the only word you heard whilst trying to piece together what she said, “I um — I don’t think it was sad at all” you shrugged.

“no?” your teacher pressed

you shook your head, closing the book in front of you and shifting in your chair slightly, “I don’t think it was sadness I think it was... an understanding, almost” you explained, “she wasn’t sad she was just, aware... she loved him and, in loving him she came to know everything about him. I think it was articulated perfectly, you know? because thats what love is really, isn’t it? an understanding, a knowing of someone in their truest, most raw form?” you settled into yourself, feeling slightly exposed as the class all stared at you for a brief moment. the teacher thanked you for your perspective, calling it enlightening and after a beat, the class continued on with their discussion.

you returned your focus to the book in front of you, unable to shake the feeling of warmth growing on your skin. you glanced up through your lashes, allowing yourself one look. Matt was already looking at you. he hadn’t stopped since you started talking. your words echoed around his head like the left over chimes from someone scraping metal against metal. his breathing was steady, his face entirely unmoving but, he had a longing in his eyes that pierced right through you. you reluctantly tore your eyes from his and shifted in your chair, scared to look back at him, scared he’d see you just like you saw him.

Matt couldn’t get your words out his head.

He was laid, half asleep on his bed trying to keep his eyes open as he read his book. Wuthering Heights was your favourite, and, paired with your favourite cigarettes, had become the only way Matt could still feel you in the distance between you both. He hadn’t left his bed in days, not unless it was to pick up more cigarettes or shower. Suddenly, a light knock pulled him from his focus.

“what?” he groaned, standing up and opening the door lazily. he didn’t bother getting changed and stayed clad in nothing but his checkered pj bottoms.

He was met with Chris and Nate, dressed for the party they were throwing for Chris’ girls birthday.

“hey man…” Nate said, as if he was talking to a dying animal.

“we um… we were wondering if you were gonna join us for the party or…?" Chris said, treading lightly. the dark circles round his brothers eyes worried him, but he was never one for emotional conversations.

“party?” Matt scowled, “for what?”

“it’s Chris’ girls birthday, remember?” Nate shrugged leaning up against the door.

Matt sighed, rolling his head slightly, “I’m not really in the partying mood”

“well, we uhm…” Nate shuffled his weight between his feet, “we invited y/n…”

“what?” Matt dead panned, “why the fuck would you do that?”

“it’s her best friend’s birthday Matt, it would be weird if we didn’t” Chris jumped in on the defence

“weird if you…what the fuck is wrong with you two?” Matts voice began to rise in volume as he spoke

“what’s wrong with us? what’s wrong with you, kid?” Chris snapped back

“the fuck are you talking about?” Matt looked him up and down.

Nate jumped in, his voice softer than the boys, “you’ve barely left your room in like three days, bro, and you’ve been fighting so much more than normal…”

“what? my fightings only acceptable when it’s with one of the boyfriends of the sorority girls you fuck, huh Nate?” Matt said, his words venomous

“bro?” Nate took a step back, “don’t be like that i’m just sayin—“

“I don’t wanna hear anything you two have to say” Matt interrupted him, “just leave me the fuck alone” he said, with finality, slamming the door in their faces.

they went to push it, but Matt locked it as they did, and they both sighed in defeat.

“Y/N needs to come back, man” Nate shook his head, “the boys lost his mind”

Chris sighed as Nate continued rambling, toiling between kicking down the door and getting on with the rest of his night, “shut up, Nate” he said, turning on the balls of his feet and making his way down the stairs.

Nate threw his hands up, “the fuck did I do?” he said, following Chris downstairs.

Your best friend was sat across from you, begging you to come to the party

“come onnnnnn” she drew out, gripping your hand in hers, “it’s my birthday…”

you sighed, rolling your eyes, “Bun, I can’t go to a party at my ex boyfriends house”

“who gives a fuck about him? it’s my birthday” she began to sulk.

“I know that but—“

“but nothing, y/n, this is so completely ridiculous and unfair” she said, pulling her hand away and folding her arms.

“do you not understand how difficult it’ll be for me?” you said, defensively

“yes obviously” she rolled her eyes, “but…” she sighed, smacking her lips, “it’s been over a month, and it’ll be so busy you probably won’t even see him, and might I remind you…it’s my birthday!”

you closed your eyes, steading your racing mind with deep breaths, "I just..." a small tear fell down your cheek, but you pretended it didn't, "I just can't" you shook your head.

Bun recoiled, but quickly swallowed her anger to brush the tear form your face, "you cant let this breakup define the rest of your life...." she began, "I know its hard, trust me I do but..." she knew to chose her words carefully, "but sleeping in his t-shirt...." she gestured to the faded, oversized grey t-shirt that hung off your body, "and ignoring your pain, isn't going to make the process any easier"

You looked down to the top, it had lost his smell, but it was soft like his skin. He was wearing it the night he asked to be your boyfriend, the dried blood from his nose had nearly come out all the way but, even if it hadn't, you wouldn't have cared.

Bun sighed, standing up to leave, "you don't have to come tonight, but please don't just sit in your room and fester in your sadness...have a shower, brush your hair and do anything other than read fucking Charles Bukowski" she said.

You knew she was right, no amount of reading Matt's favourite author, or wallowing in sadness in his clothes was going to change what had happened. She places a small kiss on your head and left the room, the sound of the door clicking shut triggering a wave of emotion to crash over you. Your hands flew to your face as you sobbed, cradling yourself like a child. it was helpless, trying to keep it all in. you'd spent weeks pretending like you didn't care, ignoring him the best you could in class only to come home and sob because all you wanted was to feel anything other than completely helpless in missing him. you had never felt this way about anyone, and thats what scared you the most. you'd spent your whole life shutting people out, using your anger as a weapon against anyone who tried to get too close, only to have it be the one thing he loved the most about you, and the thing that got you into the position you were in.

you couldn't outrun how you felt, but you could run towards it.

you took long, settling breaths, and wiped the mascara stains from under your eyes. every part of you wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for weeks, but, as Bun said, it was your best friends birthday.

you collected yourself, and as the bravery hit you, you channelled it. you raced around your room, messily putting on a pair of fishnet tights and black denim booty shorts. you shifted, moving to lift Matt's top up over your head but, the air in your room was cold, and you couldn't bring yourself to be separated from the soft cotton. even after crying, your makeup didn't look too dissimilar from how it always did. you touched it up a little, and put on a dark red lip as a finishing touch. your hair was messy, but you didn't mind, you raked your fingers through it a few times to make it settle how you liked it and scanned yourself in the mirror.

you pulled your necklaces out from under your t-shirt, and fussed over yourself for a moment. you couldn't help but think about Matt, how the last time you were at his was when you broke up, the feeling of walking out knowing you'd never step foot back in there even if your life depended on it. you hated going back on promises you'd made to yourself, and the idea of seeing him made you feel small in a way that made you sick to your stomach. you weren't sure what was worse, how much you missed him, or how vulnerable you felt for missing him in the first place.

you laced up your boots, reminding yourself over and over that you didn't care, and that it didn't matter. Bun was right, who gave a fuck about him anyway, right? no one ever got to you, and no matter how hollow you felt without him, not even Matt was going to get the privilege of knowing he was the one guy, the one person in the whole world, who had.

When you arrived at the party, Bun practically jumped into your arms.

"you came! you actually came!" she squealed, moving to grab your shoulders, "I'm so proud of you"

you smiled slightly, rolling your eyes, "of course I came...its your birthday" you said, mimicking her.

"hey, kid" Chris' voice sounded from beside you, beer in hand ready to pass to you. it was clear he was fighting a smile on his face, and as much as he'd never admit it, he had missed having you around.

you turned, settling your heart with a deep breath, "hey, Chris" you took the beer from him with a smile. you'd never admit it either, but you missed him too.

"holy shit, emo girl!" Nates voice boomed from across the room, "you're here!" he said, running over to place a firm arm around your shoulder.

"still not emo, Nate" you chuckled, shaking your head as he squeezed your shoulders tight.

"Matty boy's upstairs by the way, if you wanted t'talk to him" Nate said, careless as always.

"Nate" your best friend scowled, shaking her head, "no." she scolded.

the mention of his name made you feel slightly dizzy, but once you had chugged your drink, and goaded Chris into doing shots, you quickly forgot how much being in his house made you want to crawl out your skin and shrivel up on the floor.

it was like how it used to be, playing drinking games with the boys, taking the piss out of cheesy frat bros and singing your favourite songs with your best friend, arm in arm as you danced like idiots in Matt's living room. you hadn't seen him, and you knew it was the reason you were able to swallow your sadness. part of you wanted to, obviously, you wanted to scream in his face, or cry in his arms, but the other part of you, the bigger part, just wanted to keep on pretending like you didn't care, so thats what you did.

the party went on for hours,

and by the end of it you were lazily draped over your best friend on the couch, giggling about nothing and watching as Nate attempted to knock over empty cups by putting a ping pong ball in his mouth and blowing it at them.

"I'm gonna go smoke, and then I'm gonna head off, okay?" you said, groaning as you pushed yourself up.

"go? why?" bun whined, falling into Chris.

"you don't have to go, if you don't want to" Chris said, lazily looking up at you, "you and Bun can have my bed" he shrugged.

Chris being nice to you was the one of the hardest parts of the whole night. you knew he was being sincere, and that made it worse.

"no" you shook your head, "I don't think Matt would appreciate waking up with his ex girlfriend in his house" you played off the sick feeling in your stomach with a fake laugh

Chris nodded, his eyes softening with a smile. you turned, and skipped down the stairs to lean against the outside of the house. it was quiet, and the lamps illuminated the empty streets. you took a cigarette from your bra, and placed it between your lips, lighting it with a cupped hand. as you exhaled, you rested your head back against the cold brick as you fought the mental image of the night you and Matt first hooked up, how he had you pressed against that very wall, fawning over you like he'd wanted you for years. you lied, when you said you didn't want to see him, it was all you wanted, actually.

"y/n/n?" Matts voice sounded from beside you, and your head snapped around to look at him.

His hair was messy in the way you loved, his pj bottoms low on his hips so you could see a slither of skin from under his baggy t-shirt. the street lamp behind him illuminated his frame. he was so handsome.

you could taste blood in your mouth, and after what felt like the longest minute of your life, you spoke. "Matt?" was all you could say.

he winced at the name. you looked partied out, messy and dark like the night he first had you all to himself. the light at the end of your cigarette made your eyes glow, and in seeing you, he felt the world begin to shift under his feet.

"what..." he swallowed, "what are you doing here?" he said, his voice shaky as he pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear.

"it's buns birthday, so..." you said, "but I'm just about to leave" you pushed yourself off the wall, and went to walk past him, avoiding eye contact and trying not to latch onto the smell of his cologne.

"wait." Matt said, grabbing your wrist as you brushed passed him.

you looked back, the feeling of his hand on your skin made you feel lightheaded, but you ignored it, "what?" you said, drenching your tone with defensiveness.

he opened his mouth to speak, but as his eyes flitted between yours, he felt like nothing he could say would measure up to how he felt.

"Don't go" he said.

it made your heart hurt, seeing the sadness in his eyes. every fibre in your being was screaming at you to turn your back and walk away, but the grip he had on you was grounding in a way you hadn't felt in weeks, and against your better judgement, you stayed.

he dropped his hand from you, and your skin was warm were he had touched it. you shifted, placing your cigarette back in your mouth to take a long drag. he couldn't take his eyes off of you, you were so devastatingly beautiful to him, and he knew that if this was the last time he'd see you like this, he had to savour it.

"so" he cleared his throat, "how've you been?"

you scoffed, rolling your eyes, "we're not doing this, Matt"

"doing what?" he asked.

"this." you gestured between the two of you, "I'm not gonna stand here and have small talk with you like nothing happened"

"so what, you wanna talk about it?" he shifted

"no" you said, immediately, "fuck no" you shook your head.

"okay, what then?" he shrugged.

"you tell me, Matt, you're the one who told me to stay" you said, looking him up and down.

he couldn't help but smile at your attitude, he'd missed your scathing looks and wicked tongue.

you scowled, "what?"

"nothing" he chuckled, "I just...." he sighed, lighting his cigarette, "I've missed you" he said, blowing out smoke as he spoke.

you tried your best not to show the way your heart had began to race in your chest, hiding your feelings behind cigarette smoke.

"yeah well" you began, "you caused this...so"

he clenched his jaw, and suddenly looked very small.

"I know" he nodded, "but that night, it wasn't what it looked like"

you couldn't help but laugh, "it wasn't what it looked like" you repeated his words.

"it wasn't." he pushed, moving to stand closer to you.

"so what was it then, Matt? please enlighten me" you drawled.

Matt tutted, shifting and taking a long drag, "I wasn't at the party"

you scowled, "I saw you"

"I know you did" Matt interrupted you, "when you came in, I was just coming downstairs to get some food so I could study and the girl cornered me"

"bullshit" you spat.

"it's true, I promise" Matt pushed, stepping closer, you didn't move.

"you've never studied a day in your life" you said, smoke coming out from behind your teeth.

Matt groaned, turning on his feet. it was like he was fighting with himself in his own mind. you simply stared at him, growing impatient and more agitated by the second.

"the reason I was so busy, and the reason I was studying so much is because." he cut himself off with a low groan, "I was studying for the entry exam for a postgrad program at NYU" he said, the words tumbling from his mouth.

your whole body went tense, "what?"

"I wanted to wait until I actually got in to tell you..." Matt said, cocking his eyes to the side.

"you..." your throat felt like sandpaper, "you were trying to get into NYU to -"

"to be with you, yes" he cut you off.

your mouth hung open slightly as you stared at him like a cat. he felt uneasy under your gaze, and twitched in anticipation. a few months ago, you had gotten into your dream postgrad program to study classics at NYU, Matt was so excited for you, and unbeknownst to you, had started making plans to follow you across the country. you hadn't asked him to, of course you hadn't, but he knew from the moment he first kissed you that you were it, so you didn't even have to.

"can you say something, please" he said, shifting his weight between his feet.

"why?" you shook your head, scrunching your face up, "why would you do that?"

Matt chuckled awkwardly, "do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"kind of yeah?" you pushed, "I never asked you to come with me to New York"

"you didn't have to" he shrugged.

"so then..." you couldn't put it together, all you could do was mutter short sentences and shake your head in disbelief.

"I knew you'd never ask me to come with you because you're, you" he said, "but..." he sighed, now so close you could smell the sweetness of his skin, "you're the best thing thats ever happened to me, angel" the honesty, and his nickname for you, almost knocked you over. he grazed your hand, and you let him.

tears began to well in your eyes. your cigarette had burned out, and you stood, staring up at his bright eyes, fighting every muscle in your body not to collapse into him.

"why would you do that for me?" you shook your head, trying your hardest not to let the tears fall.

his hand came to your face, his eyes flitting over your features. you were so perfect, and seeing you, being near you again, made all his anger fade away. he felt safe with you, understood in a way he'd been and utterly, completely enamoured with you.

"because, I love you" Matt said, his eyes pouring into yours as the the words fell from his plump lips.

your breath hitched in your throat, and his words settled on your skin. his thumb caught the tears as they fell from your bloodshot eyes, and for the first time in weeks, you felt the life come back into your body. a rush of tingles settled under your skin, and you swore that your heart was trying to burst out your chest. in one quick movement, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into you. you crashed into the kiss, your lips finding home against each other as both of his hands came to your face, holding you against him impossibly tight. the whole world seemed to fall away as his tongue slipped into your mouth, his thumbs pressing into your skin, eyes clenched shut as your hands became tangled in his brown curly hair.

you moved your hands to clench around his wrists, and reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. he chased your lips, whining slightly at the loss of contact. your eyes darted between his, your mouth parted.

"I love you too" you said, it came out in a whisper, but your entire body was screaming it.

Matts features twitched, and he searched your face for any signs of doubt, "you do?" he said, it coming out like a plead.

you nodded, brows furrowing as you pulled him back into you. you sunk into him, and he caught you, kissing you feverishly, like it was the first time all over again.

It was all a blur;

the transition from being in Matts arms outside, to being naked, his warm skin pressed against yours as he fucked into you. it was a hazy picture of thrown clothes and chased kisses, and there wasn't a moment where he took his eyes off you. singing your praises came back to him so naturally, and he was reeling in the feeling of being inside you again, having you like this, under him, spread open and bare, just for him.

"you're so fucking beautiful" he hummed, his forehead pressed against yours as he rutted into you repeatedly.

you moaned, throwing your head back in absolute pleasure, your body on fire from the way he touched you, from the way he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

"Fuck, I've missed you so much" he groaned, clawing at your skin, moaning out your name every time your tight hole clenched around him.

"I've missed you too" you cooed, pulling him into a kiss and biting at his bottom lip.

he moaned at your words, thrusting into you harder as your nails scratched a picture on his back. you could barely think straight, your multiple orgasms being dragged out by Matts unwavering pace into your spent pussy. you felt numb in the best way possible, and the way Matt was stretching you out, sucking and kissing at every inch of your skin as he told you how much he'd missed you, how much he loved you, was enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you cried out in euphoria, "fuck, Matthew, I love you" you said, the words quickly becoming your favourite thing to say.

Matts moan was hot against your skin, and his ears began to ring at you calling him Matthew again, "say it again, angel, please say it again"

He was splitting you open, fucking into you mercilessly, covering your skin with his hot breath as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of his approaching high.

"I love you" you cried, and with that, he rutted deep into you, pressing his hips into yours with brute force.

Matt unloaded his cum into you with a staggered whimper, hips bucking into yours involuntarily as he painted your walls with his cum. Breathless moans filled the air, and his movements stilled.

Your whole body relaxed back into the bed, Matts weight pressing down into you as he let out a deep breath onto your skin. Your hands raked through his tousled curls, each one wrapping round your finger with a twist. your bodies rose and fell with steadying breaths, the heat from your skin encapsulating you both as you laid there, savouring the moment, relishing in the feeling of being with each other again. you couldn't help but smile, a small chuckle leaving your mouth that caught Matt's attention.

"what?" he said, still face down into your soft skin.

"does this mean that I officially win the 'who's tougher competition'?" you giggled, shifting your head to the side to look at him.

Matt exhaled a chuckle, craning his neck up to look at you, already smiling down at him.

"shut up" he shook his head with a smile.

you painted your features with faux hurt, "is that anyway to speak to someone you love?"

Matt rolled his eyes, pushed himself up and inched his way up to your face with a grin, "watch it, pretty girl, I can still take it back" he brushed his lips against yours.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, cheesing from ear to ear, "oh yeah?" you said with a cocked brow

"yeah" he nodded, eyes trained on your parted lips.

"you wouldn't dare, lover boy" You spoke into his mouth, taunting him.

Matt hummed, raising himself up completely to flip you over onto your stomach. you squealed, and Matt trapped you beneath him as he laid his weight down onto you, pressing his mouth to the shell of your ear and his stiffening cock to the flesh of your ass.

"you're right, angel, I wouldn't" He slapped his palm down onto your ass, the sting making you jolt forward with a whimper.

"now, tell me you love me again" Matt said, craning his hand round the front of your neck with a squeeze as his teeth nipped at your earlobe.

you moaned at the sensation, "I love you, Matthew"

Matt hummed in your ear, "I love you too, tough girl"

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messages from ‘teenage dirtbags, final part’

unsent messages from skater!matt

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teenage dirtbags, final part

skater!matt passes his class with flying colours, and the only person he wants to tell is overachiever!reader

vibe check: the perfect time to swallow your pride and get the girl is when it’s pouring rain. {fic moodboards}

1.8k words

A/N: this is the final part to this little story. I wanted to make it smutty, but I kind of like the finality of a rain kiss, you know?

love and cigs, merc

It had been a few weeks since you stormed out on your friends, and after seeing him one more time to finalise his paper, you hadn't spoken to Matt. there was no need to, you weren't friends, you were simply helping him with his studies, and he didn't need your help anymore.

There were a few times where Matt had tried to call, but after letting the first five calls go to voicemail, he got the hint, and things went back to how they were before. it was easy, hating him, you'd done it your whole life, and a few lingering touches and unforgettable nights in the library weren't going to change that.

Part of you felt guilty, that you had let your friends get into your head so much. it was ridiculous, of course you didn't like Matt, and of course he didn't like you, it just didn't make any sense. you were completely different people, and both of you knew that. you didn't reach out, but neither did matt, and it was clear to both of you that your time spent together was nothing but a temporary lapse in judgement.

You missed him, of course, but all it was, was familiarity. he had become a part of your routine, and the only reason you felt so uneasy was because your routine had been disturbed, right? there were times, where you'd cross paths in the hall, and you could feel his eyes on you, the smell of his woody, sweet musk washing over your for a moment as you passed each other, and part of you wanted to look at him, to talk to him, but you never did. sometimes, it was like there was a force between you, like even being in the same room made your body tingle, but it was all just left over tension, and it didn't mean anything.

He couldn't listen to Fleetwood mac without thinking of you, and in the last few weeks, it was all he found himself listening to. sometimes, he'd take the long way home from class, just so he could ride past your dorm, and try not to look in your window. he let himself occasionally, and would catch glimpses of you at your wall of books, your hair tousled on top of your head with your bare shoulder exposed under the soft glow of your fairy lights. it was stupid, he knew that, but he told himself it wasn't as pathetic as he knew it was, and even if it was through stolen glances in the hallway, or watching you slip into your dorm building after a long session at the library, at least he got to see you.

a week after he submitted the paper, he got his mark back.

his hands trembled slightly as his slender fingers hovered over the mouse pad of his computer. he felt nauseous, and closed his eyes before pressing the little button to open the marked file. he didn't want to look, but a little voice in the back of his head, that sounded an awful lot like you, told him that he was being a pussy, and to just open it. he opened his eyes, and in big green numbers was a percentage in the 90s. his eyes widened and he gasped, jumping up out of his seat.

"YES!" he screamed, punching the air, "FUCK YEAH!"

he was beaming, his perfect teeth on display as a smile filled up his whole face. he leant back over to the laptop, double checking he wasn't seeing things. that perfect number was still there, and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. on instinct, he pulled his phone out his pocket, and found your contact. the sight of your little contact photo, you asleep on a book on the large oak table on the library, and your last name under it, made his heart sink slightly.

he couldn't call you. you weren't friends. but surely you'd want to know if he passed or not, right? no. you wouldn't. you didn't care. you weren't friends, and Matt didn't need your validation to feel proud of himself. he threw his phone onto his desk, and huffed down into the chair. all of his excitement had washed away, and that little green number had come to be significantly less knowing he couldn't share it with you.

he groaned, rolling his head back on its hinge as he dragged his hands down his face. he looked back to his phone, your contact still open.

"fuck it" he said.

you were sat on your bed, highlighting your textbook,

and trying not to make eye contact with your calendar. 'results day for matt' , scribbled in his messy hand writing and surrounded by little yellow stars on todays date. you weren't going to call him, you knew he'd pass, and that was enough closure for you.

you couldn't sit still, huffing and puffing as you tried to get comfortable as your headphones blocked out the sound of torrential downpour outside your window. you threw your book in a huff, pulling your legs under yourself as you attempted to focus your mind when suddenly, a small rattle sound hit your window. You pushed your headphone off your head slightly, turning towards the sound, only to place the cushion back around your ear, assuming it was a stick hitting your window from the storm. then the second one hit, and you took of your headphones completely, staring at the window, waiting for the third rattle to come.

the sound of the tiny stone hitting the glass got you up from your comfortable perch on your bed. you made your way to the window, opening your blind and staring down into the darkness. under a flickering street lamp was a familiar figure, soaking wet with a handful of stones, and Matts face lit up as he saw your frame enter his sights. wearing nothing but a hoodie and a pair of shorts, the cold storm air made a wave of goose bumps wash over your skin as you pushed the creaky window open, brows furrowed together in confusion.

“what are you doing here?” you yelled down, trying to be heard over the rain

Matt was stood with the rain battering down on him, he could barely see, and his clothes were soaked through, but he didn’t care.

“come down here, and i’ll tell you” Matt yelled back

“Matt, it’s pouring it down!” You shook your head with a smile, the splash back from the rain getting all over your face

“don’t be such a tight ass!” he chuckled

you rolled your eyes, staring down at him, watching him smile up at you like some kind of prince. ‘this is ridiculous’ you thought to yourself whilst pushing the window down, and be-lining for your door.

when you made it outside, you stood under the shelter for a moment, arms folded over your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible to avoid the rain. but Matt wasn’t budging, and something in you made your legs work before your brain and, before you knew it, you were no more than a few steps away from him, letting the storm drench you.

“I um — I passed my philosophy class” Matt spoke through the storm

you chuckled, “congratulations” you said, your tone still riddled with confusion, “I knew you could do it” you said, shrugging

“I know” Matt nodded, “you —“ he paused. you pushed your brows together once more, “I think you’re the only person who’s ever believed in me” Matt said, it coming out as if he just realised it himself

the sentiment tore all the air from your lungs and, for once, you didn’t have a response to him, so he kept talking.

“when... when I asked for your help, I didn’t —“. having you in front of him like this made every word he’d planned to say fly out his brain. the rain hitting the ground in perfect synchronicity with his heart against his chest, “I didn’t realise how much fun I’d have”

you grinned, chuckling slightly and looking to the floor, “I had fun too” you said, looking at your feet as you spoke, only able to look at him once you’d finished your sentence

“y/l/n I think you you might best person I know” Matt blurted out, involuntarily taking a step forward, your own feet cemented into the ground, your heart frozen in your chest at his shift in demeanour.

“you’re so unbelievably smart that it’s terrifying, and, even though you’re objectively wrong about the best fleetwood mac album —“

“i’m definitely not wrong” you interrupted him with a smile

“and your stubborn to a fault” Matt retorted, “I think —“ He was less than an arms reach away from you at this point, a wall of rain between you

“what, Matt?” you said, filling the silence he left as his eyes roamed around your face, your breathing rapid

“I think you’re beautiful, y/l/n” Matt said, “I can't keep pretending like the time we spent together wasn't the highlight of being in this shit show college, and I don't want to" he said, throwing his arms out in a shrug. you blinked at him like a cat, trying your hardest to stay upright with his confession.

"I... I don’t think I hate you anymore, and to be honest y/l/n, I don’t think I ever did” He shook his head, his chest now nearly pressed to yours as he stared down at you, the rain collecting in his curls and dropping on the bridge of your nose

your chest rose and fell under your crossed arms, your eyes trying their best to find Matts through the rain, flitting between his pupils that shone through the paleness of his cold, wet skin.

“you don’t?” you said, it being the most you could summon from yourself in that moment

Matt shook his head, an earnest smile on his face, “no, y/l/n, I don’t” he said, softly, his hands floating inches from your face, fingers twitching as he placed his freezing hands on your cheeks.

you stared up at him through your wet lashes, the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek making your head spin. you mustered every ounce of bravery you had in your body, “I don’t think I hate you either” you said, quickly and softly, your eyes trained on his parted lips.

you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you, crashing your lips onto his. his hands gripped the sides of your face, pulling you up into him best he could, meeting you the rest of the way as he bent down into the kiss. his lips effortlessly moved and slotted against yours, the taste of your peach lip balm sweet on his mouth, the softness of your lips making his knees nearly buckle.

the rain was heavier than ever, battering down on the two of you as you stood under the flickering street lamp, the world falling around the two of you as you lost yourselves in a kiss that had been waiting to happen for far too long.

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fratboy!Matt and smartand'mean'!reader masterlist {insp by @sturnioz}

!'you're much better company, tough girl'

the night they collided.

she's the coolest person I know'

fratboy!matt is tired of pretending he isn't obsessed with her

'what the fuck is wrong with you?'

smartand'mean'!reader defends her bestfriend, and realises fratboy!matt actually understands her

!'you look like this song'

fratboy!matt sees smartand'mean'!reader in a way no one else does

'boyfriend'

they finally make it official...

'beast boy and raven'

halloween with your favourite pairing

'when she thinks he's not listening'

smartand'mean'!reader is honest with her mum about how fratboy!matt makes her feel

'all I wanted'

they reach a breaking point, but realise they can't live without eachother

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teenage dirtbags, part five

skater!matt and overachiever!reader's friends start to get suspicious about how much time they're spending together

vibe check: no interaction between Matt and reader, shit and snobby!friends for reader, matt and reader realise things hehe {fic moodboards}

Intro, part one, part two, part three, part four, final part

1.2k words

A/N: i am such a sucker for a 'omg you TOTALLY like him' moment so you know i had to include it. i didn't intend on making their friends so shitty but i found a vibe and followed it, i like to imagine being around matt has made her see them for what they really are and being around reader has made matt grow tired of people who don't care about anything

love and cigs, merc

Readers Pov:

"do you not think it's just a little strange how much time you're spending with him all of a sudden?" Sophie said, pointing her pen at you.

"you're with him like, everyday" Clara added on, more snarkey than your other friend.

"i'm literally helping him with an essay, guys? it's not like we're just hanging out" You defended yourself.

Your two friends looked at each other, sharing a look that you didn't like at all.

"what?" you dead panned, looking between them both

"you blew off plans with us the other day, to see him" Clara said, getting more fed up as her sentence went on.

"thats not true" you shook your head with furrowed brows

"it kinda is, y/n/n" Sophie added, treading more lightly than your other friend.

"he needed my help, and I agreed to help him before we had those plans, that doesn't count as blowing off plans" you said, putting air quotes around the words you copied.

"either way, he's weird and I don't understand why you even agreed to help him in the first place" Clara said, brows raised as she spoke with her hands, her words making your brain twinge with something that could easily be mistaken with anger.

"Clara" Sophie scolded.

"what? I'm tired of pretending like its normal for them to be best friends all of a sudden" Clara shrugged, talking as if you weren't there.

"what is that supposed to mean?" you asked, screwing your face up at your friend.

"oh, come on, you know what I mean, y/n/n, he's no where near your league of people and you know that" Clara rolled her eyes.

Sophie sunk into her chair, watching your jaw clench as you tore your eyes from Clara and put them on her.

"do you agree with her, Soph?" You spat.

"I don't wanna get involved" she squeaked.

"she does agree with me, we spoke about it yesterday" Clara added, smugly.

you scoffed with a smile, the anger piling up inside of you.

"i'm not gonna sit here and listen to you talk shit about him when you don't even know him" you said, packing up your things and shoving them angrily into your bag as your shook your head.

Clara chuckled with faux sympathy, "uh, y/n/n, don't be like this, you know we're only saying it because we care about you"

"you care about me?" You scoffed, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"definitely more than he does" Sophie piped up

you laughed through a scoff, a baffled smile on your lips, "people who care about people don't talk about them behind their backs, Soph" You said, laying the guilt on thick as she averted eye contact with you.

you rolled your eyes and went to talk away, but something in you was pulling you to defend him, "and you know what" you turned back to face them, "maybe if you spent a bit of time getting to know him, and less time with your heads up each others asses, you'd see that he's actually a really sweet guy, who has very valuable opinions on Fleetwood Mac, and is genuinely enjoyable to be around, unlike you two" you were rambling, but you stood by your point, surprisingly, given the content of it.

The girls just looked at you stunned, Sophie now fully sunk into her chair as Clara scowled at you.

"you totally have feelings for him" Clara said, squinting at you like she was accusing you of murder.

You clenched your jaw, holding eye contact with Clara for so long you could have burnt holes in her head.

“I don’t have feelings for him” you scoffed

“it kind of sounds like you have feelings for him” Sophie squeaked

It did sound like you had feelings for him, but you obviously didn’t, right? you can’t stand him, and despite the fact that he’s definitely the funniest person you know, and always smells like fresh laundry, and actually reads the books you give him, and never tells you to stop trying so hard or makes you feel stupid for liking the things you like, and gets those little lines around his mouth when he smiles and oh shit.

Matts Pov (kind of):

"do you wanna come to this new park we found the other day, Matt? its fuckin' insane" Anton asked, eyes droopy.

Matt was sat reading a copy of Franz Kafka you had given him, absentmindedly twirling his pen round his fingers and paying no attention to anything around him.

"yo, Matt, dude" Anton kicked his leg.

"huh?" Matt said, looking to his friend, completely unaware that he was speaking.

"do you wanna come out with us tonight?" Anton repeated.

"oh, nah, I cant, I have to meet y/n to study" Matt shook his head, placing the end of his pen in his mouth and returning his focus to his (your) book.

Anton rolled his eyes and sighed, "you're always with that fuckin' girl these days bro"

Matt heard that, and took his focus from the book, "she's helping me pass philosophy, dude" he cocked his eyes to the side.

"right, okay" Anton rolled his eyes once more.

"what?" Matt asked, immediately getting defensive.

Anton chuckled, "jus' say you're fuckin' her, bro" a smile on his face as he spoke.

"what?" Matts brows furrowed, "I'm not sleeping with her"

"why else would you be spending so much time with her?" Anton asked, not seeing how aggravated Matt was getting.

"cause she's fuckin' helping me, dude, 'cause I actually give a fuck about graduating college" Matt put the book down, eyes trained on Anton. "she doesn't even like me as a person, let alone wanna to sleep with me, you fuckin' idiot"

Anton didn't have anything to say in response, Matt had never spoken to him like that, honestly, in all their years of friendship, he'd never seen Matt speak to anyone like that.

"you're so fuckin' annoying sometimes y'know that, right?" Matt continued his rant, "I spend more than five minutes with a girl and you automatically think I'm fucking her? christ you are such a fuckin loser" Matt scoffed, shoving his book into his trouser pocket and picking his board up off the floor. He turned and walked out before Anton could even think to muster up a reply, slamming the door to his dorm with brute force.

Matt wasn’t sure why he got so riled up so quickly, he wasn’t an easily agitated person unless it was about something he really cared about. but this was about you?

I mean, of course he’d thought about what it would be like to sleep with you, but for like four seconds, before he remembered that you couldn’t stand him and he couldn’t stand you. Naturally, he’s thought about you in that baggy jumper and little shorts more than a few times, his mind wandering to the image of it slipping down your bare shoulder, exposing your soft skin to his undeserving eyes.

Were you the smartest person he knew? of course. were you beautiful, like so pretty that sometimes he found himself wondering how he’d never really let himself notice until recently? obviously. but he didn’t want to fuck you, and he definitely didn’t like you. right?

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fratboy!matt listening to smartand’mean’!reader on the phone to her mum in his room

she thinks he’s still out but, really he’s on the other side of the door, her favourite snacks in hand listening to her sing his praises.

“Matts good, we’re studying for finals at the moment so, he’s gone on a snack run….yeah I know, he’s sweet….no he’s actually smart, he’s the kind of smart where he doesn’t even have to try, it’s infuriating….yeah I know, he’s not like his frat brothers they’re all idiots….he’s great to me mum, i’ve told you that since the start….he’s kind and gentle, calls me angel like it’s my name….I know….yeah, he just gets me, you know? doesn’t try and turn me into someone i’m not….I know….”

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logging back on to post my favourite photos of matt atm because HELLO? he’s so boyfriend

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after party

tour!matt and his girlfriend can’t wait another second once he gets off stage…

vibe check: smut with no plot, established relationship obvi, short lived matt the munch, sex on the counter, chris with impeccable timing, hints of softdom!matt, no protection (i’d tell you to wrap it but i’m not your mother), matt cums inside her (kill me now)

1k words

a/n: i was thinking about this on the bus ride home from work the other day and i haven’t been able to get it out my head since lmao

love and cigs, merc x

it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen in your life. your boyfriend on stage, cracking jokes and controlling the crowd, shooting you a quick wink every time you locked eyes. the few hours the show went on for felt like an eternity, but after patiently waiting with your thighs clamped shut, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be, pressed up against the door of Matts dressing room, one leg hooked around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he fumbled with the door, opening it behind you without breaking the intense, knee buckling kiss he had trapped you in the moment he got back stage.

you stepped back into the room, Matts hands gripping the small of your waist as he walked you backwards, not once breaking the kiss, his tongue pressing against yours and small groans filling your mouth as he kicked the door shut with one foot.

“you were so handsome up on that stage” you said, breathy into the kiss, Matt chasing your lips with a chuckle as you spoke.

“handsome, huh? is that all you thought watching me up there?” he said, a smirk heavy on his mouth, his soft lips grazing yours

you chuckled, biting on his plump bottom lip slightly, “maybe some other things” you smiled.

“oh yeah?” he said, his hand coming to your jaw, “like what?” he said, cutting you off with his tongue as he pressed it against yours.

you moaned into the kiss, Matt leaning down slightly to pick you up, hooking your legs around his waist. he carried you over to the desk with ease, putting you down with vigour, your back hitting the mirror slightly as he leaned further into you. you were clawing at him, desperate to feel his skin against yours as you pulled and tugged at his top, your legs hooked around his hips, pulling him into your core. Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation, pulling away from the kiss slightly to lift his top up over his head. yours followed swiftly after, and in a tangled mess of limbs and a pile of clothes, you were clad in nothing but your underwear, and matt just in his jeans.

he trailed his kisses down your mouth, his tongue pressing against your jaw and down your neck as your head flung back into the glass once more, your nails clawing at his warm, bare back as he made his way down your chest, his mouth locked around one nipple as his fingers pressed and toyed with the other. the cold from the air conditioning made all your hair stand on edge, whilst Matts body heat radiated off of him onto your skin, his warm, soft tongue leaving little trails of fire in his path. he made his way down your torso, stopping to kiss a wet straight line across the hem of your panties, his blue eyes glaring up at you as he did.

you were desperate, and your face was riddled with it.

“please” you whimpered, involuntarily.

Matt smiled his devilish smile, needing no more instruction before he brought his hand up, hooking his fingers round the small covering of fabric over your pussy and pulling it to the side. before you had even a moment to think about the cold air hitting your core, Matts mouth was wrapped around your pussy, warming it up with the press of his wet tongue. your hand flung to his hair instantly, gripping onto his messy curls as he lapped and sucked at your glistening folds. you couldn’t help but grind into his face, his name mixed with moans spilling from your mouth as he devoured you, the vibration from his groans sending little bouts of shivers up your spine as you pulled and clawed at him.

your whole body was on fire, your head pressed firmly into the glass as Matt worked your pussy with his mouth, eating you like he’d been starved all day. he was working over time, sucking at your clit as his fingers suck between your folds, two long digits slipping inside you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot instantly.

Matt knew your body like no one else, the pressure of his tongue circling against you your clit sending you spiralling as his fingers worked your insides. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hardened his pace with his fingers, his tongue working small circles around your sensitive nub, your pussy encapsulated in his warm mouth.

something about the way that Matt went down on you, like it was his favourite thing to do in the world, made your head spin and the anticipation of this very moment made you extra sensitive, and it wasn’t long until you felt your legs begin to tremble around his head. the sounds of him moaning into your pussy filled the room, your pussy so slick it was almost impossible to stay in one place. you ground your face against his mouth, Matt matching your speed, his fingers being sucked back into your hole every time he tried to thrust them in and out. with a breathy cry of his name, and a tight grip on his hair, your orgasm washed over you, littering your vision with stars as Matt coaxed it out of you with his slender fingers, relishing in the way you tasted on his tongue.

despite how mind numbing his tongue felt against your throbbing clit, there was only one thing you could think about, and you knew nothing would satisfy you until you got it.

“Matt — I n” you cut yourself off with a moan as he helped you ride out your high with his mouth “— need you inside me” you stuttered out, just about able to open your eyes as you looked down at him.

Matt reluctantly tore himself away from your perfect pussy, pressing two gentle fingers into your clit as he looked up at you, “you don’t wanna give me one more, angel? v’been thinkin’ about it all day” he said, almost in a pout.

you shook your head, your lip tight between your teeth at the sight of Matts pleading eyes, somehow able to be so dominant and yet so desperate for you all at once.

“I need you inside me, Matt, now” you whined.

your words made Matts ears ring, and without hesitation he got to his feet, making fast work, with your help, of his jeans and tugging them down slightly, freeing his painfully hard cock from its confines as it slapped against his stomach. your mouth literally watered at the sight, your hungry gaze interrupted by the feeling of Matts tight grip on your thighs pulling you to the edge of the desk, your legs hooking around his waist on instinct as he lined himself up with you, pressing his tip against your folds before slipping his cock into your tight, sopping pussy.

his head fell to your shoulder at the feeling of you instantly clenching around him, one arm coming to support himself behind your head, a sweaty hand pressed against the mirror as you moaned out in bliss in his ear. you were practically hanging off him as he began to move in and out of you, bottoming out with a hard thrust that made you jolt against the glass every time.

“you feel so fucking good, baby” he groaned, head heavy from the satisfaction of being inside you after waiting all day.

he was pounding into you, one hand gripping you in place, the other pressed against the glass behind you. with your arms wrapped lowly around his neck, your head tilted back on its axis, giving Matt a perfect view of your pretty face as it contorted with every staggered moan that left your mouth.

“so pretty” he said, breathless, “my pretty, pretty girl”

you couldn’t help but smile, legs tightening around his waist as he continued his steady pace into your pussy.

through the strings off moans and praises neither of you heard the sound of Chris calling after Matt down the hall on the other side of the door;

the door handle rattled, and Chris opened the door, his sights luckily set firmly on his phone in his hand “yo, Matt the —“

“Chris!” you both shouted in unison at his brothers intrusion

“oh shit, sorry sorry sorry” Chris cried out, covering his eyes and slamming the door shut. With his hand firmly on the door handle and his back against the door, Chris turned to the behind the scenes crew with a sheepish grin, “he’s a little busy right now” he smiled, and gestured them down the hall.

the two of you couldn’t help but laugh, Chris’ intrusion doing nothing to stop Matts relentless pace into your clenching hole.

“m’gonna kill him” he said, shaking his head with a smile as you giggled.

you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, the angle of his body changing to hit your pussy deeper than before. the shift made you squirm, his long cock pressing against your gummy spot with every thrust.

you moaned into his mouth, Matt catching your sounds on his tongue and swallowing them like sweet whisky as he relished in the feeling of you wrapped around him, your nails painting lines down his back as he pound into you.

“s’this what you had in mind, baby, seeing me up on that stage?” he said, his words breathy.

“mhm” you whined, “s’almost perfect”

“almost?” Matt said, pulling away to look at you, his brows furrowed.

you bit your lip, tightening your legs around his hips, locking your feet together as you stared up into him with needy, doe eyes, “almost” you said, your voice thick with seductive honey.

Matt near enough growled, not needing any further explanation. the grip he had on your flesh tightened, his eyes darkening as he set a fast, hard pace into your pussy. it was euphoric, the feeling of his cock stretching you out, his hips beating against yours relentlessly as he groaned and whimpered, chasing your messy kisses every time you pulled away with a moan.

The hand behind your head came to your jaw, holding you in place firmly as his thumb pressed soft circles into your skin, a juxtaposed feeling to the blissful sting of his cock splitting you open. His tender dominance made your whole body tingle, and your pussy clenched tight around him as his lips locked against yours, his eyes clenching shut as he began to stutter inside you, moans and whimpers filling your mouth as he bit down on your bottom lip, chasing his high, using you as his personal anchor. with a few hard thrusts, and a teeth clashing kiss, he filled you up, using his cum as lube to ride out his bliss inside you, never wanting the feeling to end.

small whimpers left his throat, his hips stilling before he reluctantly pulled out of your spent pussy. you whined at the emptiness, legs going heavy around his waist as his head fell to your shoulder, Matt placing a line of small kisses along your warm skin.

your hands came to his hair, your gentle fingers caressing his scalp, earning a satisfied hum from him, his lazy arms wrapping around your back, pulling you into him tight, your collective body heat a comforting sensation as it engulfed you both.

“you did so good up there today, my love” you said, softly

Matt smiled into your skin, your words making his ears hot as he lifted his head up, “s’always better when you’re in the crowd, angel” he said, looking at you with hooded eyes and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

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I HAVE BEEN WAITING LITERAL YEARS FOR PART 4, ITS SO GOOD, ILY!!!

ILY ILY ILY i’m glad you like it hehe

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teenage dirtbags, part four

skater!matt and overachiever!reader spend all night in the library together

vibe check: banter, bickering, they want to be friends they just don't know it. lingering looks, immaculate "oh no we woke up spooning" vibes and a looking at eachother out of sync ending hehe {fic moodboards}

2.2k words

A/N: originally i was going to have this be a part of part three but i was feeling silly so i broke it in two.

Intro, part one, part two, part three, part five, final part

love and cigs, merc

"Matt" you whispered, still perched by the table, watching as Matt slipped between the bookshelves, "Matt" you said once more, this time with more grit in your voice.

you heard his infectious giggle from behind the books, weighing your options, you looked over at the librarian who had just turned her desk light off, and back to the stacks that Matt had hidden in.

"fuck sake" you said under your breath, rolling your eyes as you collected your books quickly.

you followed the path Matt had walked, being met with his boyish grin looking up at you from his crosslegged position on the floor.

"welcome to my humble abode, y/l/n" Matt said, holding his arms out, gesturing to the scratchy blue carpet and ceiling height book shelves.

"we're gonna get in trouble, you know that right?" you huffed, sitting down opposite him in a sulk.

"only if we get caught" he shrugged, a smug smile on his face, his features shifting slightly as his eyes wandered over your frustrated face.

"oh come on, y/l/n, you cant be a tight ass all your life" he jested.

"I'm not a tight ass" you replied, defensively

Matt said nothing, only raised his brows, shooting you an accusatory look.

"okay maybe I'm a bit of a tight ass" you caved, rolling your eyes as an uncontrollable smile formed on your face, "but I'm not the stuck up bitch you think I am" you pushed.

"oh yeah?" Matt questioned, a knee buckling smirk on his face.

"yeah" you nodded, chin held high

"prove it, y/l/n, whats the least tight ass thing you've ever done?" He said, leaning forward, placing his elbow on his knee and using his fist as a rest, painting his face with faux and exaggerated interest

you thought for a moment, wracking your brain for something that would really throw Matt off, "do you remember in senior year when Jack Stanley's clothes all mysteriously went missing from the locker rooms and ended up on a sex doll that was strung up in the football field?" you said, trying to hide the pride in your eyes

"that was you?!" Matt said, genuinely shocked

you nodded, smugly, enjoying the look of awe in Matts eyes. his mouth was agape, his eyes twinkling at you slightly as he scanned your frame, "damn, y/l/n thats pretty bad ass" he sat back against the stacks.

"he deserved it, you don't get to be an asshole to everyone and suffer no consequences" you shrugged

Matt squinted at you slightly, "interesting" he said, holding your eyes in his for a little too long.

"what?" you chuckled, cheeks flushing red slightly at his lingering gaze.

"no, nothing, nothing" Matt smirked.

you both fell into a comfortable silence, Matt playing with a piece of lint on the floor, and you fiddling with the sleeves of our cardigan. it was odd, how relaxed you felt around him, the fact that you didn't like each other leaving room for a complete lack of performance, you could just be yourself because, it didn't matter, he couldn't form any lower of an opinion anyway.

"are you hungry?" Matt broke your pondering silence

"I could eat" you shrugged.

Matt smiled and got up immediately, darting down towards the vending machines. You whispered his name, before quickly following suit. when you caught up to him, he was filling the machine with coins, getting every type of crisp and chocolate he could, watching like a little kid as they dropped one by one. He pulled them out from the bottom, scooping them up and dropping them onto the glossy wooden table just behind the both of you. you couldn't help but laugh at the excess of food, and then at his tight lip smile as he sat down at the table, gesturing for you to do the same.

"bon apatite" he said in his best French accent.

you chuckled and shook your head, sitting opposite him and scanning the pile for something to snack on.

The next few hours consisted of eating everything he had bought, playing games of throwing chocolate covered raisins into each others mouths and you throwing the occasional crisp at him for saying something ridiculous. you spoke about everything and anything, and he had you in stitches the whole time, something about how he said everything with an air of nonchalance, as if he didn’t even realise how funny he was only making him funnier. you had what felt like hour long debates about music and movies, only agreeing on two things: fleetwood mac is the best, and christopher nolan is severely overrated. you spoke about your favourite books, him taking out his little black tatty notebook and scribbling down the ones he liked the sound of the most. he told you about his favourite comics, telling you that you’d love spider man, and that you were the closest thing to a real life gwen he could think off.

knowing, and hating, each other all this time meant that small talk was never really small, even when you spoke about your lives, people you liked and hated, there was nothing awkward about it and, unlike your other friends, neither of you had to give context to stories or shit talking because, well, you grew up with each other. it was easy, and despite refusing to let yourself feel any sense of enjoying his company, he wasn’t horrible to be around.

Being in the library after hours made you feel like kids again, you had migrated to the bean bags on the top floor, sitting surrounded by some of your favourite books, reading them aloud as Matt sat sprawled out across from you whilst he finished off the last of the snacks he had bought. it was weirdly peaceful, reading in the nearly completely dark library as Matt stared up at the ornate ceilings, listing with intent as you told the stories to perfection.

When it was just you and him like this, Matt would almost forget you weren't friends, choosing to forget all the reasons you pissed him off and vice versa. you liked how, despite having nothing in common and actively despising each other all these years, he was the only person who you could be like this around, like, if you asked any of your real friends to stay in the library after hours to eat shit food and have you read alice in wonderland to them they'd laugh in your face, but not Matt. Matt was different.

"oh, I forgot to tell you" Matt said, swallowing the lump of chocolate in his mouth, "theres a band doing a Fleetwood Mac night next weekend at the bar on campus, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go?" he asked, in his usual easy breezy tone.

"with you?" you asked, slightly more defensive than you meant it to be.

"yeah?" Matt cocked his eyes to the side

you recoiled slightly, as if on instinct, "like, a date?"

Matt choked on his food slightly, "no, y/l/n, not like a date, as friends"

you couldn't help but look dumfounded, "is that what we are now? friends that go to gigs together and stuff"

"I mean, I guess so, I don't know?" Matt shrugged, feeling like an idiot for even posing the question

something about him asking you out, even if it was as friends, snapped you back into reality. you had been spending so much time together that him asking you to go to a gig didn’t feel weird, it felt normal, and that was a problem. something about it irritated you. whether it was him asking, or you wanting to say yes was a whole other question you weren’t ready to answer.

"I'm just helping you study, Matt, that doesn't mean we should hang out all the time" You said, your voice thick with defence

"right" Matt dropped his chocolate to the table with a stubborn nod.

"I mean, it's not like we're actually friends, right?" you cocked your eyes to the side, watching as Matt refused to even look at you

"yeah, I guess I just forgot that I can’t stand you, thanks for reminding me." Matt said, still avoiding eye contact

you scoffed, slightly taken aback by his harsh words, "likewise"

"perfect" Matt said

"brilliant" you replied

"fantastic" Matt spat, finally looking at you, the twinkle in his eyes now gone as they faded into a light grey colour.

he slumped back into his bean bag, picking at the loose threads on his sleeves where his thumb poked through the hole. you were burning holes into his head, biting the side of your cheeks in thought.

"I'm gonna go see if theres any blankets in the supply closets" you huffed, getting up and walking away before he could even respond.

Matt looked up as you walked away, watching your long ponytail swing as you sauntered down the stairs. He threw his head back with a quiet groan, rolling his eyes and shaking his head against the bean bag slightly with a long exhale.

when you returned, you were holding a pile itchy grey blankets left over from lock in drills and senior final week sleepovers. you threw them to the floor, picking them up one by one to lay them down on the floor to make a 'bed'. you brought the two smallest beanbags to the top, placing them where the pillows would go just before collecting the rest of the blankets and loosely laying them over the top, the 'duvet'.

"we need to sleep, we have a good couple of hours until we can get out" you murmured, not looking at Matt as you spoke to him.

"I'll sleep on the bean bag" Matt replied pretending to be comfortable

you rolled your eyes, "you'll be freezing" your tone back to the one Matt was used to: annoyed.

Matt looked to you, then the 'bed', then back to you. he said nothing, only proceeded to get more 'comfortable' on the bean bag.

you scoffed, not even bothering to keep pushing as you laid down on the pile of blankets, pulling one over your torso as you laid facing Matt, eyes closed in attempts to sleep.

Matt shifted, opening his eyes to be met with your relaxed, tired features. he scanned your face, watching the way your baby hairs fell against your bushy brow, the way your nostrils flared slightly as you took deep, sleepy breaths. he bit down on the backs of his teeth as he stared at you, face deadpan, trying to force his mind to ignore the way his heart was thumping against his sternum.

He tore his eyes from you and leant over, pulling the edge of the blanket up slightly so it covered your shoulders, a small sleepy mewl falling from your lips just before you turned to face the other way. you were dead asleep from the moment you closed your eyes, and after a short moment of contemplation and deciding on whether or not he was stubborn enough to be cold all night, he quietly pushed himself up off the bean bag, settling onto the floor next to you. He slowly shuffled under the blanket, laying flat on his back, the sound of your heavy breathing lulling him to sleep next to you.

The sun had begun to rise, seeping through the cracks in the stain glass windows of the top floor.

you were still sound asleep, Matt waking up minutes before you, the smell of your jasmine shampoo soothing him awake. his eyes flitted open, his position slightly different from how he fell asleep. He was tucked up behind you, arm over your shoulder as your hand held onto his wrist loosely. your head was snug against his chest, your whole body nestled into his as you shared his body heat. he was instantly panicked, more so at how comfortable he was than anything else, and his stirs woke you up slightly, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his arm out from around you and turn the face the other way.

You slowly blinked awake, the smell of Matts laundry detergent and cologne thick in the air around you. It wasn't jarring, only strong and, kind of warm. you turned over, seeing the rise and fall of Matts shoulders next to you. you smiled slightly, happy he didn't spend all night freezing just because of you.

"Matt" you whispered.

"hmm?" Matt replied, pretending that you just woke him up as he turned over, his curly hair a mess in his face as he painted faux tired on his face.

"we need to go" you said, getting up quickly, looking at the small watch on your wrist, “the fire doors will be open now, the front opens in 5 minutes”

"okay" Matt groaned, "i'm coming, i'm coming" Matt stumbled to his feet, following you as you ran down the winding stairs, the shadow of the librarian lingering behind the glass pained doors serving as a jump start for the both of you.

you scurried between the stacks, heading straight for the fire exit out back and bursting through the doors into the sunlight, Matt only seconds behind you.

for reasons unbe-known to you, Matt insisted on walking you back to your dorm. The walk was basically silent, only being broken by you telling Matt you can walk the rest of the way and him telling you he might as well walk you the whole way. if he was honest, he wasn't sure why he felt the need to walk you home, considering the fact that your dorm was in the opposite direction to his. he was just being sensible, being a good man and walking a girl home so she was safe. that checks out, right?

you both made it to your dorm, your keys jingling as you pulled them from your bag. Matt stood a few steps behind you, his hands in his pockets. you turned the key and opened the door, about to walk in before you paused, unable to fight the urge.

"thank you" you said, looking to Matt

"for what?" he asked, cocking his eyes to the side

"for um - for walking me home" you stuttered.

"oh" Matt smiled, "you're welcome" he shrugged, hands tucked in his pockets

"you can go now" you said, your regular attitude back in your tone

Matt chuckled slightly, rolling his eyes as he turned on the balls of his feet, dragging his feet down the hall way.

you looked away, a small glimmer of happiness dancing across your face as you looked back to him, watching as he pulled his board from his back and placed it on the floor. you let your eyes wander for a moment before looking back towards your open door. Matt turned his head slightly, watching as you stepped into your dorm and shut the door, the flash of your pony tail being his final sight before looking back ahead of him, racing down the hallway slightly faster on his board.

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incoming: soppy and emosh vent about queerness and nick

watching the new york tour surprise and nicks little speech at the end made me so proud to be a fan of them. as a queer woman who’s existed on the internet for half her life, navigating my way through my own experiences with being queer and understanding my own sexuality on the internet, consuming and enjoying drag culture was such a prominent part of my journey in understanding what it means to be genuinely proud of my queer identity. and to be able to say that three boys I hold so much admiration for not only support but actively encourage the boldly queer self expression that is integral to drag makes me want to sob. it’s easy to say that it’s standard to respect people’s life styles but in todays political and social climate, having youtubers you can trust to be on the right side of it all has come to feel like a privilege.

all that being said, tumblr is where I discovered and flourished in my queerness before I even knew what the word meant, and I feel like it’s appropriate to tell everyone who follows me or is just seeing this on their dash that to be queer is to be truly magic. call it a cliche but, for me, self expression saved my life, queerness saved my life. I feel so lucky to share the queer space with someone like nick, and so comforted by the fact that, unlike what so many of us had to face alone, somewhere there is a queer kid, who feels so lost inside themselves, that can find safety and refuge in someone like him and what he brings to the internet.

love and cigs, merc x

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I can make you feel better

Chris has been in a mood all day, and theres only one thing that will get him out of it

vibe check: giving moody!chris head (somebody sedate me), angst?, fluff

1.5k words

A/N: this fic won the poll so this is my gift to you guys. moody!chris is my sweetie baby and i love him, okay love u bye

love and cigs, merc

Chris had been in a terrible mood all day, from the moment he woke up to now as he huffed his way around the house, storming down the stairs and slamming his door shut, startling you as you laid mindlessly scrolling in his bed.

He pushed his boots off and headed straight for the bathroom, doing nothing more than shooting you a forced smile as he walked past you sprawled out on his bed. The shower turned on, and you stared at the white wooden door, the skin of the inside of your mouth locked between your teeth. you hated it when Chris got in a mood like this, not because of anything other than the fact that you knew he hated the feeling of being miserable, especially if there wasn't a specific reason.

He'd barely spoken a word to you since he woke up, telling you he was going to be filming all day and that if you wanted to hang around you could. you practically lived at his by this point so, you being there wasn't a hinderance to anyone, and you knew that when he got home, he'd need you. so you stayed.

The shower water shut off and after a moment he padded out the bathroom, slightly wet with his hair hanging over his face and a towel round his waist. He walked over to his dresser, aggressively opening the drawer and pulling a pair of calvins out just before putting them on. He used his towel to dry his hair slightly, rubbing it over his head with a flat palm and a scrunched face. you couldn't help but watch him, his energy so hollow he was almost unrecognisable.

you shifted to your side of the bed slightly as you watched him pad over to the bed, preparing to slump down into his sheets. he hit the bed with a huff, laying face down in his pillow as he let out a long, deep groan. your hand came to his back, and you started to trace small circles around the freckles littered across his skin.

"you okay, my love?" you said softly.

he said nothing, only hummed.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you pressed, moving your hand up to his hair to twirl his wet curls around your finger

he shook his head into his pillow, shifting into your touch slightly.

you continued peppering gentle touches all over his skin, his body visibly relaxing under your presence. he scooted over slightly, taking his long arm and wrapping it round your waist, using his grip on you to pull you under him, burying his face in your stomach.

you complied with his silent instructions and let him manoeuvre you under him, "whats up, Chris, you're so quiet"

"I said I don't wanna talk about it" Chris snapped, talking into your skin

you recoiled, "I'm just trying to help" you said, defensively

"well, don't" he said, still putting his full weight down on you, his actions needy but his tone annoyed.

you huffed, not bothering to reply, knowing you'll only get shut down again.

Chris let out a deep sigh into your skin, shifting slightly to hold himself up, looking at your offended features.

"i'm sorry, baby" he said, placing his large, soft hand to your cheek, "I'm just having a really shit day"

"so then talk to me, tell me whats wrong" you cooed, pressing your cheek into his hand.

"theres nothing to talk about" he shook his head, "It's just one of those days" he shrugged, dropping his gaze from yours, tone still flat and somewhat annoyed.

you furrowed your brows, watching as he sunk back into you.

your slight annoyance at him quickly faded, being replaced by sympathy. it was rare Chris got into a mood he couldn’t get himself out of, so him being so visibly wound up was agonising to watch. Normally you’d let him talk it out or leave him alone until he felt better but, neither of those felt like viable options tonight so, you settled for a different method to make his bad day a little better.

"I can make you feel better, if you want me to?" you said, tracing slightly firmer touches up and down his back as you did.

"how?" he mumbled into your skin, after a brief pause

you smiled, shifting out from under him and telling him to lay on his back. He complied with a huff, laying his head down into his pillow with a deadpan face that quickly changed when you crawled on top of him.

"I'm not in the mood for sex right now, baby" he said, almost speaking into your mouth as you went to kiss him

"who said anything about sex, moody boy?" you hummed before placing a tender kiss on his pouty lips.

he kissed you back on reflex, only for you to break the kiss as you began to litter pecks over his cheeks, down his jaw to his neck. he let out a small sigh that sounded like relief, relaxing into the bed as you worked your way down his body, back arched, giving him a view of your ass as you kissed down his neck, over his chest and down his stomach.

his breathing got heavier as you began to place open mouth kisses along the line of his boxers, his head falling back slightly as your fingers dipped under the band, tugging them down to kiss around the base of his stiffening cock. you hummed at the sight of his dick slapping against his stomach, a twinge of pride in your chest at how easy it was for you to get him hard.

you helped him out his boxers, leaving him bare as you threw them across the room. you placed small pecks up his shaft, kissing his tip with a press of your tongue when you reached it. Chris' stomach tensed at the feeling, a small whimper leaving his throat as he locked eyes with you from your low position on his bed.

"I'm gonna make you feel all better, okay, Chris?" you said, your voice low and seductive as you began to pump his hard cock in your hand.

Chris nodded, his moodiness being replaced by an ere of desperation as you tore your gaze from his, looking down to his cock with a small smile just before licking a long stripe up the shaft.

a long, breathy moan left Chris' mouth, his head fully resting back into the pillow as you wrapped your lips around his tip, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue, using it as extra lubrication to push him down into your throat slowly.

you began bobbing your head, using one hand to pump him slightly as you worked his tip, lapping at it in your warm, hollow mouth. Chris was already a mess, his hand tangled in your hair as he moaned and groaned, his stomach tensing at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.

"you're so good to me, ma" he whimpered, "what did I do to deserve you?"

you took him all the way down your throat, locking eyes with him as you did, pushing him as far down as you could take it. the feeling of your throat constricting around his tip ripped a guttural moan from him, using your hair as a squeeze toy as you began to fuck your own throat with his cock.

"oh, fuck" he groaned, his grip still tight in your hair but letting you control the pace.

you began to bob your head up and down once more, bringing a soft hand to his constricting balls, cupping them in your palm and caressing them with gentle touches.

Chris couldn't control the noises that were leaving his throat, and it was making you feel crazy. you loved having him like his, pleasing him just how you knew he liked, making all his worries wash away with nothing but your gentle care and warm mouth. you set a steady pace, working his cock with your hollowed mouth and soft touches. you felt his balls tighten in your hand, listening to his murmured praises as they slipped from his mouth effortlessly.

"you're so good, baby, so good to me" he cooed, "you're gonna make me - gonna make me cum"

you hummed around his cock, keeping your steady pace for a moment just before picking it up, taking a brief pause to collect your spit, letting it drop down onto his tip before wrapping your mouth back around him.

"fuuuck" he drew out, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth as he chased his high

"can I cum in y’mouth, please ma, let me cum in your perfect mouth" he wined, hips still bucking up into your throat as you locked eyes, nodding around his cock.

with a tight stomach and a loud, uncontrollable moan of your name, he unloaded his cum into your mouth, fucking his load into your throat as he stuttered and shivered at the feeling. you kept your mouth around him until you felt his balls relax, pushing your head down to his pelvis once more before pulling off him completely, swallowing his warm cum with a smile.

Chris returned your smile, shaking his head with a low groan at the sight of you happily swallowing his load, any semblence of a bad mood suddenly gone from his being. he held out a hand to you, welcoming you onto his chest. you complied, crawling back up to him before tucking yourself under his arm. Chris tutted, grabbing your face with a strong hand and making you kiss him. it was passionate and caring, his way of saying thank you.

you hummed into the kiss, only pulling away when Chris did.

"do you feel better?" you smiled, batting your lashes at him.

Chris nodded, "so much better, baby" he said, just before placing another short kiss on your upturned lips, “thankyou”

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