former hearbreaker
rapper!matt x sunshine!singer!reader
warnings: uhhh I don't wanna spoil NOTHING so imma just give you a tw (it's nothing graphic, dw), a small sex joke
genre: fluff, angst ig?
sypnosis: moments between singer!reader and rapper!matt
3rd person today?!
she admired that about him.
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she grabbed his camera. his recording camera for his youtube channel, which even though he started a new carreer, he continued filllming with his brothers.
she fiddled around with it, opening her mouth like she was screaning into the camera as she thought it was off.
she didn't know how his shit worked.
"baby it's on" matt turned his head back to say.
she gasped and tried to get infront of him so she could actually be seen but he put his hands on her waist and delicately plopped her back behind him.
"I wanna be in front" she said, smiling dorkily into his side profile, her arm holding him against her.
"nope!" He shook his head
"pleaseeee babyyyy" she begged, and distracted him with a kiss to the jaw before trying yet again.
her hips skimmed over his and that made him ever so acutely aware she was trying again. he tickled her.
his fingers moved against her arms, softly itching the skin with his nailless fingertips, brushing all over.
her laugh was airy and breathless. her voice was already slightly tired from earlier recording but her laughter was radiating even with a sore throat.
"stop it!" she giggled "imma bite you" she got her slang from him. from his songs but still let herself shine through. she never would've said 'imma' before meeting him but she did now.
"still not letting you in the front" matt persisted.
you bit his shoulder, teeth warning him to let you, though the didnt sink or break, just grazed. he gave no reaction. not even a flinch. it was a regularly occurring threat that was empty.
so she resorted to her last method.
"MATT LIKES BEING THE LITTLE SPOON!" shw giggle-yelled into the camera, face so close her nose was practically touching it and breath fogging it. "HE LIKES BEING THE CUDDLEE-"
the recording was cut off just as she successfully got in front.
"and the Grammy goes to...." the presenter opened the envelope and read "y/n y/l/n!!"
she practically screamed.
she shot up and grabbed matt, her arms flingimg and tightening around his neck as she fully pressed herself against him, tugging him down to her height in the mean time.
he had his arms around her upper back like a gentleman. after a few clear seconds that made it evident she wasn't gonna move, he tapped her shoulder "go on! go get your Grammy"
he shimmered to loosen her grip and... well it worked.
she smiled and let go "thank you baby" she pecked his lips before running up to the stage, her heels almost giving out, but luckily, there was no accident.
she grabbed the first presenter shakily and hugged her almost as tight, personally thanking her and doing the exact same with the other.
that's what he admired about her.
her affection and clear passion in everything, small or big.
she took the Grammy and held it in one hand and grasping the mic for dear life with the other
"thank you! oh- my- this 's like my first gramm- baby don't cry you're gonna make me cry! stop it, look away" she was tearing up.
so was matt.
his eyes were swelling with deep tears of pride. he shook his head. he was overwhelmingly over the moon.
"I couldn't have done this with out matt. he said I should say it was fully self made but he helped with like half the album he just didn't want to take credit. half this goes to him, and he knows it-" she sniffled and crouched down for a second. placing the artifact on the floor and pressing her hands to her face momentarily before standing again.
"this is such a personal record. I didn't think anyone liked it, but you did, thank you. everyone here, at home, thank you! thank you! Thank you! thank you, taylor. " she giggled as she was jumping and cheering front and centre.
"this means so much to me I love you all" she said, walking down the stairs. ready to run back to rapper, but yells from said man reminded her she did infact forget to pick her award up.
she picked it back up and ran back to rapper. she gently placed it down before jumping on him in a hug "I love you, I love you, I love you" she kissed his cheek, leaving a deep red lip print. which he left there for the rest of the night.
a side by side shot of the both of you crying, holding the award, was edited hundreds of times showing true love in a world of liars and cheaters.
"guys, look how fuckin' gorgeous my angel looks while she sleeps" matt whispered and panned the camera over to her.
she was arched like a crescent, one arm above her head and the other loosely pinned under her back.
one leg was hanging off the bed and the other was sprawled atop of his
her mouth was wide open, and murky drool was leaking from the corner.
light snores escaped her lips and her shirt was halfway up her stomach. his hand was on her hip, a cover for the little rolls on her back from the position you were in that you'd be deeply insecure of if they were posted.
he purposefully put it there so she wouldn't judge herself
she mumbled a barely coherent "matt" and shuffled around a little just so she was closer and the hand above your head was now grasping his collar.
"so beautiful" he whispered and kissed her forehead as the camera paused again.
"babe! babe I found it" she said as you ran down the hallway with a hoodie over your head, likea. kid in a candy store.
she jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs and showed him the hoodie "my first sample of the merch I was gonna drop but then I didn't like the design so I scrapped it plus it was way too big for me to wear so I kept it for you and I was meant to give-"
she was cut off by the familiar balmed lips against her own "why, thank you, my love" He said as he took it from her and put it over his head.
he looked down at the yellow hoodie and its design "d'know why you scrapped it. you look amazing on it" He said and pulled her closer.
a few weeks later that design was out on her merch store.
matt was fighting the force of her hands pushing his head down.
"you do this to me all the time, let it happen, baby!" she squealed as he finally let in and put his head down, revealing the shining ring on her finger that was entangled in his brown locks
"we're getting married!" she said, a smile that outshines any ring any day plastered on her clearly ecstatic face.
he could fall and fall and fall into the smile a million times and never get bored of it.
you were the most beautiful creature to walk the face of earth and any jealous fan could suck a dick. not his though. that was reserved for his fiancée.
the announcement broke every platform on every phone.
articles circled everywhere, making rappers pain immensely worse. the words 'y/n y/l/n dead, aged 20 in a heinous murder' echoed throughout his mind, followed by the shining picture of her gravestone.
that flashy opal smile on a thundering grey rock, decorated with messages from supporters.
'justice for y/n'
'a star gone too young'
'fuck the system'
they felt pain, natt felt pain before but not like matt felt this pain.
when ariana, a close friend of the couples, came forward to comfort matt, like they'd done when the same thing happened to mac, rumors speculated that they hooked up.
it broke him further.
how dare they accuse him of having an affair. Two broken people, alone, finding comfort in eachother. Two broken bonds, melting together over a mutual loss. it made them stronger. they could relate. he felt her pain. but nothing happened.
ever.
he wouldn't betray you like that, whether you were dead or alive a thought of any woman but you wouldn't be caught in a 100 foot radius of him.
he disappeared.
4 months of no matt.
not an appearance.
no car videos, no music, no performances, not even a picture.
he pulled a taylor.
not until his chain with her initials on was later found at her grave, along with a sobbing matt.
he changed.
he physically changed.
skinnier, paler, his hair past his shoulders and messy stubble lining his neck and face.
support was shot back his way but he didn't respond.
he was messed the fuck up.
soon the court case came.
the murderer was found and prosecuted.
life sentences piled up to numbers that had never been heard before.
matt shot glares that lasered into the mans murderers back. no murderer could be called a man.
After her mom, her father and her brother screamed at the psycho he got his long awaited turn.
he stepped up, face to face with the freak who killed his love, his world and he stared into his eyes.
"I fucking hate you" He whispered sincerely, only to be heard by said psycho.
he shuddered.
"I HATE YOU" matt screamed, an angry, sombre tear falling out of his left duct, creeping down his face.
he flinched.
matt walked away, straight out of the room, straight to his car, and straight to their bed, the same sheets she last slept in, completely unwashed, still clad with her scent and drooly pillow.
he cried himself to sleep that night.
he released new music three years later.
his voice matured and his whole album about her
her laughter, the love, the smiles, the frowns, the wins, the losses, the memories, the arguments, the regret of them, the guilt, the intimacy, the dates, the meet cute, the last moment, the love, the engagement, and the death.
the album cover?
his favourite picture of her. the one she hated, but the one he loved.
he even spilled a secret shared between the lovers. she was 3 months pregnant when the tragedy struck, leaving him alone, no being even remotely close to her
matt, who, pre singer, was once the heartbreaker, was now the heartbroken.
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a/n: guys I was feeling poetic
I'm very sorry.
Happy pancake day tho!!