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MATT STURNIOLO

HUSBAND!MATT STURNIOLO X F!WIFE!READER

warnings: this is a complete au - like no youtube, no brothers, no nothing btw!! toxic relationship (like insane), pure obsession - this is all fiction ofc!! id add more warnings to make that statement more understandable, but then it’d give everything away lol (the song is Important!!)

guys this is genuinely like insane so be warned LMAO (ALL FICTION!! remember that)

wc: 2,431

a/n: gif creds to @mattsturnioloarchive !! guys i actually cant like i love luvcat so bad (i have a draft of their other song Matador but it isnt finished yet </3) - the song is basically the plot so i definitely recommend listening to it!!

SYNOPSIS: Your husband has been and always will be yours.. forever.

Matthew was yours.. it was obvious.

Ever since you both have gotten married, your feelings towards him have only seemed to heighten. He was always there for you, he was at his happiest when with you. Everyone knew that. At least, that’s what you believed.

On the days Matt needed to attend work were your most boring ones. It might’ve been pathetic to depend on someone so heavily, but, truly, that was the least of your worries. As you lie on your shared bed, your eyes carefully watch the ceiling fan spin around and around and around..

Sitting up instantly once the sound of the front door clicking open echoes through the house, your lips curl up.

Matt was home.

Dashing out of the room, you lean against the wall as you watch your husband sluggishly set down his briefcase, readjusting the black-framed glasses atop his nose. He looks up from the floor and meets your gaze, a soft smile appearing on his pink lips. He licks them before slowly making his way over to you. “Missed you.” Matt mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans forward to hide his nose into your neck.

A quiet chuckle leaves you at the affection. Instinctively, your arms round his shoulders as you hug him closer to you. He was so intoxicating.. he was yours.. yours, yours, yours.

Inhaling as your eyes flutter shut, you relish in the smell of him. A mix of his natural scent and the lingering cologne that he had sprayed on that morning filled your nose, relaxing you further. Your hand mindlessly brushes through the back of his hair, eliciting a soft hum from the man. Just the sound alone made a wave of satisfaction wash over you. He needed you.. needed you, needed you, needed you.

“You need me.” It wafts from your lips like a breeze, blowing away before anyone could hear. Your arms subconsciously tighten around him, eyes opening as you stare forward at the wall a few feet from you.

“Hm?” Matt hums, pulling back slightly. With a shake of your head in response, you let your hands glide down his arms. His eyes possess such love, it was sinful. Wandering eyes meet his as you take him in, forever greedy for his attention. He was a drug to you; something you needed to keep you going, to keep with you forever.

“I made you dinner.” You say, though it was routine by now. You walk towards the kitchen, taking the already made plate out of the microwave where you had kept it warm. You’ve memorized his schedule by now, so you made his food in the perfect time he’d come home to eat it. Besides, it wasn’t like he could say no to you.

You watch the way his lips quiver slightly - as if not enjoying the thought of eating your meal. The gesture was barely noticeable, but you caught it - to you, it was clear. No, this wasn’t right. He’s yours - Matt’s yours. He’d do anything for you.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Matt utters softly, fixing his glasses again before taking a seat at the dinner table. You watch him carefully, studying his body language. With a curt hum and nod, you place the dish in front of him. The bottom of the chair scratches against the floor as you pull it out from under the table. Sitting down, your eyes never leave Matt.

“How was your day?” You ask - routine. Matt lets out an exhale as he picks up his fork, stabbing at the food on his plate before bringing it up to his lips. Your eyes stay on him, needing to see anything he does. You’ve come to terms with the fact his love for you will never equal to yours. You’re obsessed; utterly, truly obsessed. Maybe it was unhealthy, but you didn’t care - you had Matt, what were you to complain about?

Matt swallows, small marks along his lips appearing before going away again. “S’fine.” He murmurs, keeping his gaze on his plate. It was often his mood would switch like this. Coming home, he’s all over you. But now, as he sits and eats your food, Matt acts as if he was being forced to do so. He wasn’t. He wasn’t being forced, you’d never do that. You’d never force -

“Yours?”

You blink. “It was okay.” You reply. You subconsciously pick at your nails as you look at him. “Boring without you.” You add. Your stomach swarms with butterflies as your eyes catch the slight shift of his lips, the ends of them turning up a little. Did he like the thought of you missing him? Noted.

“Um, I was talking to Josh today,” Matt begins, trying to start conversation (maybe to distract you from the way his fork swirls his food around, not eating it - it was obvious). You tilt your head, keeping silent as you let him continue. “He reminded me of my break coming up next week and I thought, maybe, we could go somewhere?” He suggests, glancing over at you. Finally, he’s looking at you. His words make a smile spread on your lips, a warmth spreading through your chest.

“I’d love that, Matt.” You coo, nodding. God, you bathed in the way a soft smile curls on his pink lips. It was addicting. It reminded you of the way he used to smile and giggle at certain things you both would talk about years ago when you had started dating. Oh, how you wish you could bottle those memories up and keep them forever. Forever, forever, forever..

“Good. It’d be nice to.. get away for a bit.” Matt nods, seemingly picking his words carefully. Your eyes glance him over before nodding. You lick over your teeth, swallowing heavily. You inhale deeply, sitting up as you stare at him. Matt notices the change, but doesn’t speak on it. Sometimes it’s better when he kept his mouth shut.

“Finish your food.”

By the time the night had rolled around, you decided to take a shower. Too many thoughts were consuming you - too many, too many.

A soft exhale left you as you step under the warm stream of the water. Shutting your eyes, you let it flow along your body, relaxing your tense limbs. Though, it doesn’t wash away your thoughts - as much as you wish it did. Jumping slightly once you hear the door squeak, your head snaps over to the direction as you wipe the water from your eyes.

“Can I join you?” Matt’s voice sounds above the running water. His figure was distorted through the glass wall, but you nod. He seems to understand as he strips himself from his clothes, glasses already off for the night. As he slides the cold door open, he quickly slots behind you. It wasn’t rare, occurrences like this - but it wasn’t as often as you’d like.

With him beside you, you couldn’t help but notice the way he seems thinner than before. You’ve made him dinner, you’ve kept him fed.. he had no reason to be getting skinnier? Your hand reaches out and gently rests on his stomach, light goosebumps on his skin from being partly out of the warm water, the cold air contrasting it. Your eyes meet his once his large palms cup your cheeks, making you look at him.

“What’s wrong?” Matt coos, his thumb gently caresses your cheekbone. A pit deepens in your stomach at his question. What were you to tell him?

You smile softly. “Nothing.”

That night, you were woken up by the way Matt thrashed against the sheets. Your eyes flutter open as you squint, not yet used to the darkness in the room. You turn on your opposing side, instantly sitting up once you notice the way your husband’s face scrunches up in his sleep, head moving against his soft pillow. Quiet whispers - pleas - of “no, no, no,” fall from his perfect lips. What was he dreaming about?

Your hand gently holds his arm as you softly shake him awake. “Matt.. Matt,” you murmur quietly, not wanting to startle him even more. “Baby, wake up.” You whisper, tightening your grip on his bicep before his eyes snap open. “Hey, hey, relax. It’s alright.” You coo, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to help him lean on you. He lets out a shaky exhale and hesitates at first (an action you were quick to take note of), before he wraps himself in to you, hiding his face in your neck. “What were you dreamin’ about?” You whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair soothingly.

Matt shivered, his nose tickling your skin as he digs his face in further - as if trying to hide in your skin. “C.. Couldn’t leave.” He stammers quietly, voice cutting out either from the memory or from him just waking up. Either way, that was all you could get out of him. Couldn’t leave? Couldn’t leave what? Leave.. leave.. leave..

When you had woken up the next morning, you were alone.

He was just at work. He was at work - Matt was at work.

Your day carried on, occupied with watching the washing machine spin and spin and spin.. until the front door chimes as Matt comes home. Like the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that..

Getting up from your crouched position in front of the machine, your dress straightens out. You decided that today was the day - it was perfect. With that, you also dressed up for the occasion. A nice, long dress sits on you, the light clacking of your heels against the floorboards echoing through the house. You’d done yourself up; you needed this to be special.

“Why’re you so dressed up?” Was the first thing that came out of Matt’s mouth. You quickly dismiss it, waving your hand. The repetitive sound of his briefcase being placed on the floor hits your ears. It was routine, of course.

“No reason.” You reply, glancing over at the kitchen before locking eyes with him again. You notice the way he blinks several times, something clearly bothering him. “Are you okay, honey?” You ask, brows furrowed in concern as you watch him.

Matt shakes his head, rubbing his blue eyes to try and clear his vision. “Yeah, ‘m’fine.” He mumbles. “Just blurry.” He adds. You hum and nod, the skin around his eyes turning a light shade of red from the irritation of his fingers rubbing against it.

“I made you some tea.” You say, moving to the kitchen counter as you pour some into a small glass. “Just relax, sweetheart.” You coo, gliding your hand along his back as you gently bring him to the dinner table again. As soon as he sits, you place the cup in front of him. Your ears immediately pick up the soft, shaky sigh that leaves your husband’s lips. He reaches forward and hooks his finger through the small loop, bringing it up to his mouth. It wasn’t like he could say no to you.. he couldn’t, he couldn’t, couldn’t.

“How was your day?” Praxis.

Matt falters, face scrunching slightly as he blinks. Your head tilts slightly as you watch him, standing before his sitting form. Blue eyes become hidden from his eyelids as he blinks slowly, the glass from his hand slipping as it falls to the floor. The sharp sound reverberates through the room, though you keep your stance.

“Wha.. what was in that?” Matt slurs, hands grasping at the table weakly. He tries to push himself up, standing on shaky legs. His chest heaves as he looks over at you. Every action of his seemed like it took all of his strength as his chipped nails dig into the wood of the dinner table. He inhales a deep, loud breath as he tries to regain his breathing, though it only seems to deplete the more he tried.

“It’s okay, Matt.” You coo softly, walking closer to him. The sound of your heels ring in his ears as he grimaces, body hunched over as he breathes quiveringly. “It’s just us.. forever.” You exhale, lips curling up as you cup his cheeks. Drooping eyes meet yours as the white in his seem to become discolored, a faint red showcasing the irritation happening. His lips are parted as he heaves, hands now located on your hips as he fingers harshly dig in to your skin through your dress.

Matt shakes his head - well, as much as he can with such weak movements. He lets out a choked sound, a dry swallow following. “No.. no,” he mumbles. “Can’t leave.” He whispers, his words from last night repeating in your head. Your jaw clenches as your hands glide back, wrapping your arms around Matt’s shoulders.

“Shh, baby,” you murmur, slowly starting to move. The movements were slow, not correlated. You hum softly, eyes fluttering shut as you take gentle steps with Matt. The sound of music begins as it takes over your mind, adding to the poetic scenery.

Hand in hand, you dance with him as you take slow, deliberate steps. You hum along, shoes clicking against the floor as you move with the remaining life of your husband. You didn’t care for the sounds of the washing machine anymore, or the ceiling fan - or Matt’s head aches, or his dreams. He’s happiest with you.. with you, with you..

“No one will love you like I do.” The whisper falls from your lips quietly, but it rings in Matt’s ears. You inhale deeply, soaking in the situation as you spend the last few minutes with your husband. “You’re my man.” My man, my man.. mine, mine..

“You wanted to go somewhere, Matt.” You say, still slow dancing with him. His body, though clinging to you, only weakens as minutes pass by. “I’ll take you there.” You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his. “It’s just us.. just us. Forever.” You whisper, lips curling up.

“Forever.” Matt breathes, his grasp on you slowly loosening.

Your grin widens as you nod. The music increases, louder and louder as Matt begins to fall. You follow with him, keeping your arms around him as he collapses. “To hell and back.” You promise, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

As his head rolls to the side, eyes still open, the music fades. It’s done - over. He’s with you forever.. forever, forever.

“Me and my man.”

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