#sturniolynn

[sturniolynn]

I saw you post on what to write so I’ve got an idea!!

Matt/chris get into an argument with reader and they don’t talk for the whole day other than snapping at Eachother. Then maybe reader tries to talk to him but it turns into a screaming match and maybe she has a panic attack?? Then he comforts her and they live happily ever after 🥰

ROUGH DAY.ᐟ ᯓᡣ𐭩 MATTHEW STURNIOLO

warnings : crying, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), anxiety, panic attack, matt is kinda mean :c, angst, fluff at the end, praise, hugging, yelling, screaming, shouting

it started in the morning — when you were both tired, overwhelmed by anything and everything, and the air already felt tense.

matt was already pacing around the kitchen and his bedroom, grabbing his keys and his phone. "did you call the landlord about the leak?"

you pause halfway through buttering your toast. "...what leak?"

he turns, brow furrowed. "the pipe leak? the one we talked about last night? please don't tell me you fucking forgot."

your stomach drops. you did forget. fuck.

"matt, fuck, i'm so sorry, i forgot. it's just that, i was really busy this morning, and—"

"you always say that, you never do anything around here." he cuts in, voice sharp.

that stung a lot, especially because it wasn't true. not at all.

"seriously? thats not true at all, matt!" you snap, frustrated. "i only forgot one fucking thing."

"yeah, one thing that's been leaking for a week," he mutters, slamming the drawer in which he put his keys back inside.

you cross your arms. "you could've reminded me, matt, this isn't all my fault."

"for fucks sake, i shouldn't have to remind you!" he snaps.

and just like that—

boom.

silence.

the kind that makes your heartbeat sound loud.

the rest of the morning is tense and silent. both of you giving each other annoying and angry looks everytime your eyes meet in the living room.

by afternoon, you guys don't even look at each other, and the house is quieter now that nick had to go to a space camp meeting, chris following along.

both of you are still incredibly pissed at each other.

by night, the silence becomes too much, and you decide to give in and go talk to matt, to try and resolve the issue.

you get out of your shared bedroom with matt, and you find him still sitting on the couch in the living room, the exact same spot he was in when you left to go to the bedroom.

he's scrolling on his phone with that annoyed, tight expression, which speaks louder than words. you can tell that he doesn't want to say a word. but you ignore it.

"matt," you say, voice small but steady. "can we please talk?"

he sighs, muttering something unintelligible under his breath, he doesn't even spare you a glance, eyes still on his phone.

"about what? more excuses?" he says, frowning.

your jaw clenches, irritation seeping in. "i'm trying to fix this, matt. can you stop being an asshole and just listen to me?"

he finally looks up, eyes sharp and filled with annoyance. "i did listen. you just don't give a shit about anything."

your voice rises. "that is not fucking true, matt, and you know it!"

"well maybe if you actually did the things i tell you to do—"

"for fucks sake, matt–" you cut him off sharply, voice cracking. "stop acting like you're fucking perfect!"

that's what makes the argument more heated.

the argument explodes.

both of you shouting and screaming at each other, both of you talking over each other, and both of you saying things you know you'll regret.

"you don't understand how overwhelmed i've been, matt!" you yell.

"i'm fucking overwhelmed too! i'm always doing everything around here for us, and you can't even do one thing!"

that hits you like a punch to the chest.

your breath stutters.

your hands shake.

your vision blurs.

"matt—" your voice cracks as you slide down the wall, pulling your knees to your chest as you try to breath, but the tears keep falling.

matt stops shouting instantly.

"hey–hey, baby, look at me" he says, voice changing fast. he kneels down beside you.

your breathing gets worse, coming out in gasps. you can't see anything anymore. your chest feels tight— too tight.

"baby, you're having a panic attack. it's okay. i'm right here. i'm not mad anymore, okay? just breathe, sweetheart."

he takes your hands in his, grounding you with steady strokes of his thumbs against your palm.

"breath with me, baby. four breaths in....four breaths out....just like that. you're okay. i've got you, sweet girl."

your breathing slowly becomes steadier, but your tears keep falling.

matt kisses your tears away, and pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around you tightly.

"i'm so sorry, baby. so fucking sorry." he says softly. "i shouldn't have yelled. i shouldn't have said all of that shit. i was pissed and i said stuff that i don't mean. at all. that wasn't fair, sweetheart."

you shake your head, voice breaking. "i'm so sorry i disappointed you."

he lifts you chin gently with his index finger and his thumb. "you didn't disappoint me, baby. i was just being an asshole."

you sniff, wiping you face. "i- i don't want us to fight like that again." you say, voice small and shaky.

"we won't," he promises. "we'll talk next time. no more bottling shit up."

he kisses your forehead, then pulls you tighter against him, like holding you is the only thing keeping him steady too.

the rest of the night is soft and steady, filled with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

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[sturniolynn]

⋆˚ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET ˚⋆

ྀི PART 1 .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ FIRST GLANCES ྀི

in which distant!reader and observant!matt first meet.

warnings: mentions of trauma, fluff

you've always been the quiet girl. not silent—just the type whose presence never makes any noise.

you move through life like moonlight slipping between curtains—soft enough to go unnoticed, bright enough only for someone who's actually looking.

most people never look.

your distance wasn't something you chose. it was something you learned—growing up in a house where speaking too loudly meant being snapped at, and asking for comfort felt like handing someone a burden they didn't want. so you shrank. you learned to take up less space and less air.

even now, twenty-one and living in your tiny off-campus apartment with your black cat miso, you cling to routines that make the world feel predictable.

classes. library. go home. feed miso. study. sleep. repeat.

miso is the only one you let close. she never asks for explanations, just curls beside you and blinks with slow, patient eyes.

people are never that simple.

which is why you surprise even yourself the morning you step into a café you've walked past countless of times but never actually entered. the warm lights, the plants, the windows—you've admired it quietly from the outside, always thinking, maybe one day.

today, somehow, becomes that day.

the bell above the door chimes as you walk in. warm air greets you—cinnamon, espresso, and a hint of that woody smell.

soft instrumental music hums gently in the background.

it feels... gentle. a little home-like. a little safe.

you step toward the counter with your gaze lowered, your thumb rubbing the sleeve of your new red sweater you recently got at the thrift store near your apartment, it's a quiet habit for when you feel too seen, too new.

then you hear him.

"hey—welcome."

you freeze for half a second before looking up just enough.

a barista stands behind the counter, apron tied loosely with coffee stains on it, messy curls falling over ocean-deep eyes. nothing about him feels sharp or overwhelming. his presence is like sunlight you don't have to squint at.

and he softens the moment he sees you.

he notices your hesitation instantly—the way you're holding your breath, the careful posture, the way you're trying to make yourself smaller. you can tell he reads people easily. not in a nosy way, but in a gentle, observant way.

"first time here?" he asks, tone gentler.

you nod. "um... yeah."

your voice comes out quiet, like it needs permission.

he smiles—small, soft, real.

"i'm matt," he says, tapping the name on his apron even though you can clearly read it. "if you need help choosing something, i can help."

you shake your head lightly. "i... i'll just have an iced latte. please."

"okay," he murmurs.

as he makes your drink, you sneak tiny glances. his careful hands. his calm movements. the way he hums under his breath without noticing. he treats small tasks like they matter.

you're not used to people like him.

he turns slightly and catches you looking. heat rises instantly under your skin. your eyes drop to your converse shoes.

he definitely notices.

but he doesn't tease, doesn't react loudly—he just give you a small, sweet smile.

when he's done, he sets the drink down.

"iced latte for...?" his voice lifts—hopeful, almost shy.

he wants your name.

you swallow. "...luna."

something in his expression softens. like your name is a tiny gift you placed in his hands with a ribbon on top.

"that fits you," he says gently.

your breath catches, your cheeks warm up too fast.

you never know what to do with compliments. they unravel you.

you take your drink and walk over to the corner table near the back.

the safest spot.

you set your cup down, then reach into your tote bag, pulling out your laptop, two notebooks, and your pencil case.

you open your laptop with the smallest click.

you smooth down the pages of your notebook.

you tuck your hair behind your ear.

you can feel matt glancing over every few moments.

not staring.

not quite hovering.

just watching softly—like he's checking the weather.

he stays close to the counter, wiping spots that don't need wiping, and adjusting cups that don't need adjusting.

you know he's doing it to stay near your corner of the world.

his gentleness pulls at you in a way your not used to, in a way you're scared to name.

but as you sit there surrounded by your notebooks, laptop humming, drink cooling slowly, you catch yourself thinking:

maybe you'll come back tomorrow.

and behind the counter—even though he only knows your name and the way you blush when spoken to softly—matt is hoping for the exact same thing.

an: first chapter aaa!! i'm sorry its so short, i promise the next one will be longer, ty all so much for reading!! i hope u enjoyeeddd C:

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[sturniolynn]

⋆˚ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET ˚⋆

ྀི PART 6 .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ I WILL DIE YOUR DAUGHTER ྀི

why distant!reader is the way she is.

warnings: child abuse, physical abuse, sensitive themes

growing up in that house, luna never felt wanted.

she always felt like a burden.

like someone that wasn't made to love, or to be loved.

if she could go back in time and tell her mom to not have her, she would have. she would have done it a thousand times if it meant keeping her mom happy.

she didn't know why she was the way she was. she hadn't meant to be a fuck-up.

she wanted to be a poet.

her parents wanted her to be a doctor.

that was the only thing her parents agreed on.

she remembered staying up late at night, getting her notebooks out, and writing poems.

she was good at it. at least that was what teachers had said to her.

she remembered sitting in the corner of her room, knees pulled to her chest, clutching her stuffed animals tightly. like she was protecting them. but who had protected her?

she remembered coming back home from school and seeing her mom sitting in the living room, eyes red, no emotion on her face, her ashtray on the coffee table. everyday it was the same story.

her parents would fight.

her dad would leave to go to the pub.

he would drink. he would sleep with other women.

then he came back at midnight.

he would hit her mom.

he would hit luna.

it was a never-ending cycle.

she would go to school with black eyes, bruised arms, bruised legs, and red eyes.

she would go to the bathroom and text her best friend. her only friend.

her best friend, rory, would help cover her black eyes and her bruises. rory would try to ask about it, but luna would stay quiet and shake her head.

she remembered writing a poem about her life at home once in her english class, hoping someone would understand that it was a cry for help.

and when her english teacher called her parents to school the next day, she got the biggest beating of her life that day from her dad.

so she learned that day, that no one would understand her.

so she stopped writing her poems.

her parents made her burn all her poems.

she learned that it was better to stay quiet, if she wanted to survive.

that day, she made a promise to herself.

she didn't want to end up like her parents.

so she would never, ever, fall in love.

by sixteen, she had decided she would grow old alone.

she would live alone.

she would die alone.

or so she thought.

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[sturniolynn]

⋆˚ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET ˚⋆

ྀི PART 2.ᐟ⭑.ᐟI WANNA BE YOURSྀི

in which distant!reader comes back the next day, and observant!matt leaves her a note on her coffee and sits down with her on his break.

warnings: written in third person, flufff, mentions of trauma, awkwardness

the next morning, luna found herself walking down the familiar street towards the cafe almost on instinct. she hadn't meant to come back so soon, but something about yesterday lingered in her chest, like a small warmth she hadn't realized she was craving.

the bell chimed softly as she pushed the door to the cafe open. the smell of cinnamon, espresso, and wood wrapped around her like a hug she wasn't expecting but desperately needed. the wooden tables gleamed in the soft sunlight spilling through the windows, the plants leaning lazily toward the light. it was the same as yesterday.

as she looked behind the counter, she saw him. his apron was tied loosely, his hands curled around a steaming cup of coffee. his eyes lifted, catching hers as soon as she stepped inside, and she felt the familiar tug in her chest.

matt noticed the subtle shift in her posture, the way her shoulders tightened just slightly when she made eye contact with him. he had memorized the way she held herself yesterday, the careful way she kept her distance, the quiet vigilance that came from years of self-containment. and he remembered, he always did, every small detail people left behind.

"hey," he said softly, voice low and steady, a small smile tugging at his lips. he didn't rush her, didn't expect anything. just held space for her.

she nodded, shy and tentative, fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater like she always did.

"iced latte?" he asked softly, his voice like a calm current. she nodded, words stuck somewhere behind her teeth. "yea.. please." she said quietly.

he smiled, small, not loud, but warm. he moved around the counter with practiced ease, the motions quiet but deliberate, measuring the temperature of the milk, adjusting the espresso machine, making her drink exactly the way she liked it. her eyes followed his hands, and kept sneaking glances to his face. he noticed, of course.

and then, when the cup was ready, he slid it forward and, without a word, pressed a sticky note on top of the coffee cup. luna picked it up after paying, blinking at the neat handwriting:

i'm here if you need me.

her breath hitched. her cheeks warmed up. she didn't know why this simple gesture struck her so deeply, why the smallness of the note—no pressure, no demands—made her chest ache with something she didn't yet have a name for. she carried the coffee to a corner table, the one she had silently claimed yesterday, the one that matt had reserved for her. every time someone wanted to sit there, he would ask them to sit at one of the other tables, either because 'the lighting wasn't good there' or because 'the ac there wasn't working'.

she sat down, carefully opening her laptop and pulling out her notebooks. studying was a ritual, a way to anchor herself, and the gentle clink of her pen against paper grounded her in the world she felt safe in.

matt wiped down a table nearby and glanced over, pretending to be busy, but his heart whispered to him—he wanted to be closer. wanted to make sure she was okay without startling her.

when his break came, he walked over with a quiet ease, carrying his own coffee, and paused near her table.

"mind if i sit?" he asked gently. it wasn't a question demanding an answer. it was careful, respectful.

luna looked up, startled slightly, thumb tightening around her pen. the faintest blush crept across her cheeks. she shook her head, murmuring, "n-no, i don't mind."

he smiled and slid the chair out, seating himself at a respectful distance. the cafe noises wrapped around them—the hiss of the espresso machine, the low chatter, the song 'i wanna be yours' playing in the background. he didn't speak at first. just let her write down her notes in her notebook, fingers tapping softly on the keys of her laptop, hair falling lightly over her eyes.

after a moment, he asked, quiet and low, "how's um, how's your latte?"

her eyes flicked up, blinking at him through the veil of hair. she hesitated, then murmured. "good... thank you."

he nodded, satisfied, then leaned slightly back in the chair, watching her in silence. something was mesmerizing about the way she studied, meticulous, careful, as though the world could collapse if she didn't measure every step. he didn't want to interrupt it—didn't want to disturb the quiet orbit she was in—but sitting near her, simply existing alongside her, was enough.

she noticed him watching. she noticed the way his eyes softened whenever she looked up briefly, the tiny infection in his voice, the slight curl of his lip when he smiled internally. and somehow, she didn't flinch this time. she didn't retreat. she just... kept studying, letting him be there.

he wanted to reach across the table, brush a stray strand of hair from her face, but he didn't. he just let the presence linger, subtle and warm. he sipped his coffee slowly, savouring it, as though the moment itself could be bottled up and kept forever.

the note. the coffee. the quiet proximity. it was all part of the slow, careful dance they were beginning without realizing it. luna's heart, usually locked behind walls she'd built with years of trauma and practice, felt something strange—comfort, maybe, or the barest brush of trust. and matt, always yearning for connection yet careful not to force it, felt the same tug in his chest that whispered: this is just the beginning.

he broke the silence finally, voice soft and curious, "do you... live nearby, luna?"

luna froze, pen pausing over her notebook, then nodded slowly. "yeah, um, i live a couple blocks down, in an apartment."

he smiles faintly, not pressing, just letting it be casual. "oh, me too—my apartment isn't too far from here, it's a five-minute drive."

the rest of the break passed in a gentle rhythm. she wrote notes, checked her laptop. he stayed, occasionally glancing at his own cup, subtly adjusting his posture so he wasn't looming, occasionally smiling at a small thing she did—a tilt of her head, a gentle pause, a faint hum of focus.

for matt, each gesture of hers was a detail, a story unfolding quietly and without words. for luna, each subtle acknowledgement of his presence was a tiny sense of comfort, a thread of warmth weaving through her usual solitude.

by the time he returned to the counter, her coffee cup empty and notebooks filled with scribbled observations and class notes, she felt a weight lift slightly, note gone entirely, but softened at the edges. she looked up briefly, caught his gaze from across the room, and in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding:

he would be there. quietly. gently, patiently.

and maybe—just maybe—she could let someone stay that close without retreating.

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[sturniolynn]

WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET AU .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ HEADCANNONS

distant!reader who... always chooses quiet corners to sit down at, so that no one can accidentally brush against her or block her view.

distant!reader who... speaks softly, not only because she's shy, but because she feels guilty taking up space.

distant!reader who... fidgets with her sleeves whenever someone pays attention to her for too long.

distant!reader who... keeps routines—same route to class, same drink, same seat in the café. it grounds her.

distant!reader who... blushes easily, especially when someone says her name softly.

distant!reader who... lives with her black cat, miso, who she can fully relax and be herself around.

distant!reader who... silently craves connection, hoping someone patient, gentle, and kind will stay long enough for her to open up to.

distant!reader who... always tucks her hair behind her ear when she's flustered—an unconscious tell.

distant!reader who... gets nervous when someone stands too close, but with matt, it feels different. less threatening. more warm.

observant!matt who... notices small patterns, like what time luna usually comes in or when she seems tired.

observant!matt who... softens his voice whenever he talks to luna without even realizing it.

observant!matt who... remembers luna's order after the first visit and starts making it the moment he sees her walk in.

observant!matt who... can tell when someone is lying by the way their eyes flicker or their voice jumps half a pitch.

observant!matt who... notices when someone's energy shifts, even slightly—he can sense tension before it becomes visible.

observant!matt who... thinks more than he speaks; his mind is always analyzing, noticing, and connecting dots.

observant!matt who... plays songs in the cafe that remind him of luna, even if she hasn't noticed yet.

observant!matt who... knows how to make a perfect iced latte but pretends to check a recipe so he doesn't look too eager when luna orders.

observant!matt who... loves luna's cat.

observant!matt who... smiles at customers with his mouth but smiles at luna with his eyes.

observant!matt who... zones out mid-shift sometimes, thinking about random things luna has said.

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[sturniolynn]

⋆˚ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET ˚⋆

ྀི PART 9 .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS, APOCALYPSE ྀི

⤷ in which luna goes to matt's family's christmas dinner

⤷ warnings: hand-holding, kissing, pet names (sweetheart), fluff

it's christmas. the lights are up and on, the snow is falling rapidly, the trees covered in snow, and the ground is covered with snow.

luna's getting ready in her apartment, her new red sweater on, her white skirt on with lace on the hem. she's done her makeup, her cheeks pink, her freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks.

luna puts her beige scarf on and she sprays her vanilla perfume all over her body. she heads out of her apartment, walking down the stairs and opening the door of her building and coming out.

matt honks right as she walks out, and he comes out, holding a bouqet of lilies, and walks toward her.

“hi, luna,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, and blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks. “i remembered you like these flowers, so i figured why not to get you them.”

“oh, i uh thought this was a dinner with your fam-”

“it is, but i just wanted to do something for you.”

she takes the bouqet, their fingers brushing together, sending butterflies to both of their stomachs. “thank you, matt.” she smiles, blushing.

they walk towards his car, and matt opens the car door for her, and she mumbles a polite 'thank you.'

the ride to matt's family house is short, only a few miles from luna's apartment.

“are you cold? i can turn the heater up if you want?” he asks.

“no, i'm okay.”

he nods, “so, are you nervous?”

“yeah.” she lets out a breathy laugh.

“don't worry, i understand. my family's really nice though, and they're excited to meet you.” he turns his head for half a second to smile at her, and her breath hitches from how gentle it is. and matt notices, as usal.

they arrive at the house, and both luna and matt go to unbuckle their seatbelts. luna tries to open the car door, but matt quickly reaches over and places his hand on hers gently, closing the door.

“nope, no way, i'm opening it.” he says, leaving luna frozen with butterflies in her stomach from his hand that was on hers.

matt gets out of the car and goes to open luna's door, and places his hand out for her's.

luna places her hand in his and stands up as matt closes her door. luna looks at the house, it's a double-story house, with all the walls painted white, and the brick roof painted gray.

the lights from the inside look homey, and luna's shoulders relax a little.

they both walk up the stairs that lead up to the front door, and matt's hand reaches over to ring the bell.

matt's mom opens the door with a big smile on her face and goes to hug matt straight away, “matt, you look wonderful!”

she goes on to hug luna next, “hi, sweetheart! i'm mary lou, you must be luna, matt has told us a lot about you. it's so nice to finally meet you!”

“t-thank you, it's nice to meet you too, mrs. sturniolo.” luna says as she hugs mary lou back.

“please call me mary lou, now come on, i've just taken out the turkey from the oven.” she says, going back inside the house.

matt and luna look over to each other, and matt gives her a 'you can do this' look.

matt and luna walk in hand-in-hand, and matt closes the door. they walk into the living room, and luna sees two men that look identical to matt, and one man who looks a bit similar, but older and with a beard, she also manages to spot the dog on the couch next to him.

matt introduces her to them, and all of them respond with a wave and a smile.

matt and luna walk over to the two-seater couch and sit down, and they stay there for around fifteen minutes until what luna assumes is matt's dad announces that dinner is ready, and they go to the dining room.

the dining table is set with roasted turkey and glazed ham in the center, roast potatoes on the side along with brussel sprouts, honey-glazed carrots, and a bottle of champagne on one side, and on the other side orange juice.

matt and luna sit next to each other, their elbows brushing together. luna fiddles with her cutlery as she waits for everyone to put their food.

“so, luna, where did you and matt meet?” jimmy asks with a polite smile on his face while the three brothers have teasing smirks on their faces as they see luna and matt blush.

“oh, uhm, we just met the cafe that he works at.” luna says voice going quieter toward the end of her sentence.

matt nudges her with his elbow under the table, giving her a smile of reassurance. he takes her hand in his, intertwining them together and placing them on his thigh.

dinner goes by rather quickly, filled with chatter, laughter, the clinking of glasses and light in everyones eyes.

when everyone is done with dinner, they walk out towards the front door and step outside. once everyone finishes talking, mary lou goes over to hug luna in a warm motherly hug.

“it was so nice to finally meet you, dear.” mary lou says, pulling away and giving her a smile which luna reciprocates.

everyone else does the same to luna and matt, and matt goes to open luna's door as she climbs in.

“so, how'd you find it?” matt asks once he gets into the car, buckling his seatbelt in.

“it was good, your family's really nice.” she says, voice quieter on the last part.

“told ya, you had nothing to worry about.” he says, smiling at her and starting the car.

the ride back is filled with questions from luna about why he never told her he was a triplet, and other stuff about his family.

“can i walk you inside?” matt asks, voice hopeful as they arrive at luna's apartment.

“yeah, sure.” luna says as she grabs her purse and goes to open her door, but matt reaches over and shuts it closed.

“what did i say earlier, hm?” matt says, a smile on his face and his eyebrow raised.

“s-sorry.” she says, looking down and fidgeting with her hands.

“dont be, its okay.” matt says as he walks out and opens her door.

they walk inside the building of her apartment, their hands intertwined together as they walk up the stairs. they both reach luna's apartment door, and luna unlocks the door and opens it.

after opening the door, they both stand face-to-face in front of each other, their hands tucked inside their pockets.

“thanks for dinner, i uh, i really enjoyed it.” luna says with a tight-lipped smile, blush coating her cheeks.

“no problem, sweetheart.”

matt lifts his hand up, and places his palm on her cheek, his face leaning closer to hers. luna's face is burning from how red she is, and her eyes are widened.

matt's other hand finds luna's waist, caressing it softly as matt leans in until their lips brush together - soft and teasing. matt leans in closer and pecks her lips - once, and then twice. slowly, luna parts her lips open wider and matt takes her bottom lip, luna doing the same.

the kiss goes on for a while until both of them are panting, their faces red and their foreheads touching, heat radiating off of them.

“i- i uhm, i should, go.” luna says, tripping over her words.

“yeah, yeah, sure. i'll see you tomorrow? the cafe opens early tomorrow, just so you know.”

“yeah, uhm, goodnight, matt.” she says, still facing matt as she steps in.

“goodnight, luna.” he says, smiling.

luna closes the door, her back sliding down, her head in her hands, thinking what the hell she had just done.

meanwhile, matt is frozen, still outside the door, his fingers touching his lips where her soft ones had just been mere seconds ago.

୨ৎ an: sorry it took so long guys 😔 merry (late) christmas/ happy new yearrrr, have a good time with your family and friends, love you alll

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[sturniolynn]

⋆˚ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET ˚⋆

ྀི PART 7 .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM, THE WAY I AM ྀི

in which distant!reader gets jealous, but she doesn't know why.

warnings: mentions of an abusive household, jealousy, confusion, tension

the next week went by fast, stressful, but fast.

luna's finals were coming up, the cafe seemed to have more people coming in, meaning that matt barely had enough time to sit with luna.

luna was supposed to go home in 2 weeks, due to her break. her mom had been texting her, asking luna if she was coming. it hurt luna every time, but luna knew that if she came back, she wouldn't leave. she couldn't bare seeing her mom in that condition.

no matter how bad of a mother she was.

growing up, she didn't realize why her mom wouldn't leave her father, why she would put up with it. why she made luna put up with it.

her mother had told her one night that it was simply because she loved her father too much to do anything.

she didn't understand why her mother could love a person like that. she still didn't.

she knew that she had to respond to her mom soon and tell her that she couldn't come back.

right now, luna was sat in her room, studying for her finals.

luna didn't want to fail them.

she dreaded failing.

she was always a perfectionist.

luna had been trying to study for an hour, she kept rereading her notes, but nothing could enter her brain. it was like there was a brick wall in her head.

she knew why, though.

she hadn't been to the cafe in 2 days, there was just too many people around.

she finally gave up after 10 more minutes, packing up her notebooks, her laptop, her headphones and her pencil case in her tote bag. she pulled on one of her favorite navy blue sweatshirts, and threw on her uggs, she was already wearing sweatpants, so she just left that as it was.

she gathered her tote bag and her phone, and walked to the cafe. the walk there was peaceful, the sky gray, she knew there was rain coming, that she probably should've stayed in, but she just didn't care. as she got closer and closer to the cafe, she kept reminding herself that the only reason she was going there was because she couldn't study, that it was peaceful there. it was definitely not because she wanted to see matt.

the bell chimed above her as she walked in, the scent of cinnamon and coffee hitting her all at once, her gaze wandered behind the counter, expecting to see her favorite barista, but she was met with a girl with blonde hair, and brown eyes.

she walked over to the counter, ordering an iced latte. she paid and went over to sit down at her usual spot, pulling out her laptop, her notebooks, and her pencil case.

after around 10 minutes, she heard a familiar laugh, it was his laugh.

she looked behind the counter, spotting matt laughing with her. it was the same laugh he used when he was around luna.

her chest tightened at the sight of them. she didn't know why, it wasn't like she liked him, right?

he hadn't even looked at her yet.

her gaze wandered back to her laptop, she took her headphones out of her tote bag, deciding to put some phoebe bridgers on to distract her.

a few minutes passed by, she hadn't even noticed someone walking over to her, not until she saw him in the seat opposite her. he was looking at her, his head tilted, arms crossed, and his gaze soft, the way it always was when she was around him.

she lowered the volume of her music.

"hi," she said quietly, her gaze switching from him to her laptop.

"hey, luna, where were you?" he asked, voice soft. "i just mean like, um, are you okay?"

"yeah, i-i'm fine."

"so uh, why weren't you here?"

"i had a lot of stuff to do." that wasn't entirely true, it was also because of the almost-kiss.

he nodded his head. "so how have you been, luna?"

"good. i-i've been good."

matt knew she was lying, he could see it written all over her face, but he decided not to push, he never pushed, even if it killed him not to know.

"good."

luna nodded her head, her gaze going back to her laptop.

they sat like that for a while, luna finding his presence comforting, she always felt it comforting.

after a while, his break ended, the blonde girl calling him back.

"i have to go back to work now, luna." he said, standing up.

"okay." she said, pretending that it didn't hurt her, seeing him go back to her. she didn't know why she was hurt, she didn't even know who that girl was.

"i'll be seeing you, luna." he said softly, a sweet smile on his face.

she just nodded back, not trusting her voice.

he walked back over to the counter.

he didn't understand why luna seemed different today. she was always quiet, that wasn't anything different. but it was like the first time they met again, the wall between them back up.

they almost kissed.

he saw hurt in her eyes, he didn't know why.

what had he done..?

an: the angst is beginninggg.. comment here to be on my taglist!! xx

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[sturniolynn]

INTRODUCING .ᐟ⭑.ᐟ WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET AU ꩜ MATT STURNIOLO

introducing... distant!reader

luna. nickname given by her mom when she was little. 21. brunette. green eyes. distant. smart. polite. keeps to herself. in college. lives off-campus. phoebe bridgers. has a black cat. rainy days. doodling. journaling. reading. literature. cozy sweaters. coffee. shy. corner seats. independent. quiet. hums when concentrating. i know the end by phoebe bridgers.

introducing... observant!reader

matt. 23. barista. brunette. blue eyes. observant. gentle. patient. quiet humor. role model. latte art. vinyl records. soft-spoken. slightly messy. kind. attentive. hums while working. yearner. tattoos. confident. friendly. sally, when the wine runs out by role model.

an: i'm so exciiiteeddd for this au!! comment here to be on my taglist, and i've tried to see if there is currently a distant!reader or observant!matt, but i couldn't find anything, if you guys do come across one, please let me know C:

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