#𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐔𝐬

[sturnpov]

introducing .. teenage dirtbag!matt

idk if this needs a warning but weed?? uhm also this is my first time writing drabbles so i hope you enjoy. (loosely) inspired by the emo!matt (@colorthecosmos444) agenda i saw @pearlzier spreading on my feed lol

matthew – 21. boston, usa.

nu metal enjoyer. plays drums + guitar. stoner. dropped out of uni. late night drives. former band kid. lowkey a stars wars nerd. introverted. skateboarder. owns a camcorder.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always complains to you that he has heel bite but won’t stop wearing baggy jeans (despite that being the logical solution??)

“baby! there’s another hole in my jeans!” matt calls out from inside your shared bedroom, you simply sighed and rolled your eyes in response. it was the same complaint almost everyday, but matt never wanted to hear it. although, you didn’t hate the baggy jeans on him.

teenage dirtbag!matt who takes you to a skatepark one night in the hopes of teaching you to skate

it was cold. absolutely freezing cold, yet matt had managed to convince you to come to a random skatepark with him to learn how to skate. you were standing on matt’s skateboard, your hands gripped firmly onto his shoulders for support as he starts to slowly walk you. “you’re doing really good, m’proud of you baby!”

teenage dirtbag!matt who burns a cd for you (it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever done tbh)

it had been what? three hours since he had started this project and he locked himself in his room to do it, his computer was filled with all your favorite songs (plus songs that reminded him of you) and he was currently burning them onto a cd.

teenage dirtbag!matt who loves recording you with his camcorder

“you’re so pretty, baby,” matt murmurs, his voice surprisingly soft as his arm snakes its way around your waist. it wasn’t until you tilted your head in an attempt to meet his gaze that you noticed the camcorder—the very one that matt had been obsessed with since chris bought it for him— that was in his other hand, positioned right next to your face. in actuality, he just liked the domesticity of living with you and loved the idea of being able to document his life with you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who learns songs on his guitar so he can impress you

matt sat on the couch, guitar in hand, fingers awkward on the strings. his gaze flickered to you, curled up in the corner of the room. “i thought you might like this,” he muttered, tuning the strings one last time before starting to play a familiar song. the song you had been playing a lot recently, he had taken the time to learn it just for you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always has to start his day with a blunt like this man is a major stoner to me #sorrynotsorry

the early morning light filtered through the curtains as matt sat on the edge of the bed, lighter flicking in his hand. you groggily opened your eyes to see him taking a slow drag, his messy hair tousled from sleep. “thought you might want some company,” he mumbled, passing the joint to you. you took it with a sleepy smile, the calm of the morning settling around you both.

[sturnpov]

corduroy dreams | c. sturniolo

no warnings apply, just tooth-rotting fluff. also, consider this an introduction to indie singer!chris which is something i’ve wanted to explore for a while.

the low hum of the city echoed through the window of chris’s tour bus as he strummed absentmindedly on his guitar. he had just finished another show, the crowd still buzzing in his veins but unlike the frenetic energy of his fans, his mind was quiet— too quiet.

he’d been thinking about her again, the girl from the punk band. the one with the chaotic hair and an electric smile. the one whose voice was raw like broken glass, who didn’t care if people liked her music or not. he had no idea why she always managed to find a way into his thoughts, but every time he heard her laugh, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her like gravity. maybe it was the way she made him feel so small, like her world was larger than his. or maybe it was the way she never treated him as if he were famous because to her, he was just a guy who loved making music.

after a few moments, he decided to put down his guitar and scroll through his social media and of course, you were playing at a local venue only a few minutes away from him. he grabbed his jacket, shoved his phone into his pocket, and stepped off the bus to clear his mind. the cool night air in los angeles brushed against his skin as he made his way through the streets, the city lights flickering like a thousand tiny stars.

the venue was exactly how he expected it to be—grungy, dark, with neon signs flickering in the background. it was the kind of place where the music was always too loud and the people were always too close but there she was, standing at the front of the stage, her band thrashing behind her, a confident smirk plastered on her face as she belted out lyrics that felt like rebellion itself. she was different from everyone else in the room, her wild energy almost tangible in the air as he watched on with a starstruck expression.

when she saw him at the edge of the crowd, she didn’t skip a beat and nodded in his direction, her eyes flicking to his with a glint that said, “you know you shouldn’t be here, but I’m glad you are.”

after the set, he found her backstage, wiping sweat from her forehead, still riding the adrenaline of the show, but to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

“you made it, chris,” she said, her voice rough from the performance, but there was a softness in the way she said it that made his chest tighten. “i was wondering if you were just gonna forget about me.”

chris smiled, leaning against the wall, watching her with an intensity that startled even him. “had to come see what all the noise was about. you’re not too bad for a punk girl, mama.”

she laughed, the sound grating but beautiful. “not too bad? i’m the best thing in this place.” she smirked, wiping her face with a towel before tossing it aside. “what about you, huh? still brooding away in your corner somewhere, singing your sad songs?”

chris couldn’t help but laugh at her words, shaking his head as he denied her claims. “not quite brooding, i’ve been working on something new though. it’s about a girl.” his voice was surprisingly quiet and a bit vulnerable as he spoke, his eyes fixed on his beat up converse instead of facing the woman in front of him— mostly because the song was about her.

she raised an eyebrow, her expression softening for a moment. “i’d love to hear it when you’re done with it, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” she was quieter now, the intensity of the performance still lingering in her voice. “i know i’m a lot to handle, but i don’t mind calming down for you.”

chris finally looks up at her, his eyes softening as he takes in her features and he felt himself falling more and more for her as every moment passed. “you don’t have to change for me. ever.”

[sturnpov]

since he’s kinda blowing up and im sure some people are curious abt him, ask me anything abt teenage dirtbag!matt !! my asks are open ⭐️