#So Matt isn't getting any of my money

[wobblydev]

this is codename 😸

https://grinningc.at/

it took me way too long to develop and I honestly don't know what it's for. It's just a website, but now that tumblr is sort of a transphobic nazi haven, if you would like to come hang out there and roleplay or chat or whatever, you're welcome. It's invitation only, so message me here if you would like to join. Despite myself I am still developing it, there's functionality i still want to add, like rolling dice, or conlang support.

Maybe it's my attempt at recreating a facsimile of the old internet.

[evie-sturns]

toddler - Matt Sturniolo

summary: having 2 toddlers isn't the easiest, espically when you're currently pissed at your husband matt after an argument. one night you get pushed to the point of a breakdown when the kids won't behave and matt's there to help you.

contains: dad!matt, fluff, slightly suggestive , crying, slight mental breakdown, comforting, angst?

a/n: this was loosely based off of how daddy matt was in today's vid.

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7:38pm

matt and i had an argument last night leaving me in tears, he’s been in his bedroom this whole day leaving me to deal with our two twins which are both 3 and a half.

i attempt to cook up something that somewhat resembles a dinner for our girls but the only thing occupying my mind is the events of what happened last night.

yesterday

“why is this house always so fucking messy!” matt’s voice booms throughout the living room as he abruptly stands up

“shit, i don’t know maybe because you got me pregnant at 18 and i’m the only one who does anything for the kids our this house!” i raise my voice back at him

matt lets out a shocked laugh “sorry that some people have fucking jobs and don’t lay on their ass with the kids all day and call it tiring?”

“lay on my ass? i clean, i cook, i take the girls to daycare and i bring them home, i do everything”

“if everything includes not having a fucking job and using up my money that i earn then sure, you do a whole lot” matt says with a slight attitude.

“all you fucking do is act like you have it hard when you don’t! get a fucking grip” he yells

the whole room goes silent, i erupt into tears and walk out of the room to our spare bedroom

“and always fucking crying.” i hear him scoff, only making my state worse.

—

my thoughts are cut off by a wail coming from behind me, my head spins back to see millie with a fistful of claire’s hair, yanking.

i instantly drop the wooden spoon into the pot before speed walking towards the twins

“stop it!” i yell, grabbing millie from under her arms and staring into her eyes angrily “go find daddy, not acceptable millie.” i raise my voice, placing her down.

she folds her arms with a huff, stomping her little legs down the corridor to matt and i’s shared room.

“you’re okay claire” i coo, fixing her pigtail which sits on the very top of her head

i pick her up and place her down on the couch with one of her stuffed animals before making my way back towards the kitchen.

i turn down the heat on the stovetop slightly with an exhausted sigh

suddenly i hear small giggles coming from behind me followed by the backs of my knees being pushed

“fuck!” i yell, stumbling over and grabbing the handle to the pot, spilling boiling spaghetti onto the floor, also splashing up onto my sweater.

millie goes silent before sprinting in the other direction with claire

as of things couldn’t get any worse right now i hear matt’s voice start something

“what are you actually fucking doin-“ he cuts himself off when he sees the state i’m in

i burst into sobs, matt looks down at me with concern painted across his face

“hey- shh sh you’re okay, you’re okay.” he says frantically, walking over to me and kneeling on the floor

“matt i can’t do this the kids aren’t behaving and i can’t fucking make them something they’ll like-“ i start, saying in between shaking breaths

he carefully picks me up from under my arms before switching his grip to the back of my thighs, i bury my face into his shoulders and feel matt take in panicked breaths

he speed walks us down into our bedroom at the end of the corridor, “are you hurt sweetheart?” he says, placing me down on the bed and peeling my sweatshirt off of me

“did the hot water soak through? shit.” matt says trying to stay calm.

“no-“ i sniff, rubbing my eyes. matt yanks his sweatshirt off his body and lays it across me like a blanket.

“stay right here okay? i’m gonna sort the kids out then put them to bed, then i’ll come back to talk, try get some sleep for me gorgeous.”

matt presses a kiss to my nose before rushing out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

i have a clear view of kitchen from where i’m laying so i see matt walk into the kitchen before kneeling down

“c’mere.” he demands, sticking out his arms. millie and claire toddle over to him with a guilty expression across their face.

“tell me what’s happened.” matt says sternly, maintaining eye contact with both of them.

millie bursts into tears almost immediately as she looks at matt

matt runs his hand up and down her arm as he waits for a response

“we- we pushed mommy and she fell and spilt hot water on her and hurt her” she sniffs

“a-and.. and you’re mad at me” she continues.

“do i look mad sweetheart?” matt says softly, claire shrugs along with millie

“i’m really really sad that you weren’t behaving for mommy, and i know you know better than that right?” matt speaks

millie nods, wiping her nose with the backs of her hand

“and now i’m gonna ask you to go clean up the spill with claire and then we’re gonna go say sorry to mom okay?” he says gently, pressing two kisses to the girls forehead

they nod in unison before going into the kitchen, matt hands them the paper towels and they instantly drop down to there knees and attempt to clean the mess.

matt watches while biting his nails “why do you think you made mommy cry though?” he says, claire looks up at him with a heaped pile of paper towels in her hands

“because we were naughty.” claire sighs, matt nods while gathering the piles of drenched paper towels and throwing them away.

“what i’m ‘gonna ask you to do is sit down at the kitchen table and think about how you will say sorry to mommy tomorrow while i make you dinner okay girls?”

claire and millie run over to the dining table, more than hungry and tired now.

matt sorts through the pantry before settling on mac and cheese which i wasn’t even sure we had.

after a good 10 minutes matt brings over the two small bowls to the twins, who have been silent ever since they sat down.

“you have to eat all of this okay?” matt says while placing the bowls down. claire and millie nod

—-

8:56pm

matt finishes up the last dishes in the sink before walking over to the girls “you alright?” he asks softy before picking both of them up, one in each arm.

matt walks down the corridor, flashing me a quick smile as both the girls bury their head in his shoulders.

“they’re very tired” he mouths to me with a small laugh while walking into their shared bedroom.

i hear the door shut followed by matt walking into our bedroom. “you feeing better gorgeous?” he asks calmly as he flops down in bed beside me.

“thank you for doing that.” i sigh, rubbing my eyes with my palms.

“don’t thank me? i’m their dad and i realise that after yesterday’s.. argument that you’re right and i do need to start caring more.” matt looks over at me.

“you don’t have to just say that” i whisper

“i’m not just saying that, i actually mean it.” matt responds with an unreadable expression

“the shit you said last night..” i start, my voice wobbling “i’m gonna find it hard to forget, because i know that in that moment you meant it.”

matt goes silent,

“and i know that you’re busy but i try, so hard to make you and the girls happy, meaning that i don’t have free time to work because everything i do is for you?” i keep going, several tears now rolling down my cheeks

“so you saying that you should help our more around the house and pretending like everything’s perfect between us isn’t gonna fix shit.”

i physically can’t keep speaking unless i want to start sobbing so i stop, taking in a shaky breath.

matt doesn’t say anything back, instead sitting up and grabbing me and pulling me into a deathly tight hug.

the few tears that fell dampen the shoulder of his shirt as he rubs my back.

“i don’t even know how to apologise.” matt says, his voice trembling.

“please- don’t cry.” he whispers, “i’m just really tired” i squeeze out

“i know i’ve been a shit.. person for the past year or so and trust me, you and the girls are on my mind every single minute of every day and- and there’s no excuse for what i said yesterday except for the fact i wasn’t thinking straight.”

matt rambles

“i shouldn’t have yelled, or said anything. i know, i know you have it way harder than me, and i’m not just saying that it’s true.”

“you don’t have to forgive me at all today, tomorrow or in general for this but i love you and i’m so sorry.”

matt finishes by pulling away to look at my face, which he cups in both his hands.

“thank you.” is the only thing i reply with, somewhat shocked by that 2 minute long tangent.

matt lays back down on the matress, pulling me towards him. i lay my head down on his chest with a deep breath in, instantly falling asleep

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9:56am the next day

the morning sun burns into the side of my face as i roll over in bed,

my eyebrows knit together when i realise matt’s not next to me like normal.

i sit up in bed, wiping my eyes as i attempt to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

i stumble out of bed towards the door of our bedroom, gripping the handle lazily and swinging it open.

the whole house is perfectly clean “what the fuck..” i mumble to myself as i walk into the living room where my eyes lay on my favourite sight

my 3 favourite people, matt claire and millie are sat on the sofa, matt’s in the middle and the girls are cuddled up to his side while matt holds open a picture book which he stops reading when i walk in.

“good morning pretty” matt smiles stupidly, i grow a small smile on my face.

“i think that someone has something to say to mom?” matt says, looking down at each of the girls.

they run up to me and wrap their arms around each of my legs “were really sorry” claire says, i bend down to their height and give them a smile

millie follows up with a “and i’m sorry for hurting you a- and i love you a lot!” she says with a cute smile.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i love you.” i grin, wrapping my arms around them before standing back up.

“and i’m gonna make it up to you tonight” matt says quietly while walking over to me

“matthew bernard! you horny mother fucker” i whisper.

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[cvnntagious]

ও ⋮ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸝⸝

all my fuckboy!matt blurbs, fics, and wips : here

fratboy!chris ver. here

⇢ SFW

❒ fuckboy!matt who, like his title entails, is a fuckboy. much unlike (fratboy!)chris, he's quick to entertain girls who throw themselves at him

❒ fuckboy!matt who 'isnt afraid of commitment'

" c'mon, y'think i'm scared of that shit? what's to be scared of? trust me, if i wanted to, i could keep 'er by m'side forever. "

" so... what? you wanna keep playing? "

" playin'? nah, m'jus havin' my fun. why settle down now? "

❒ fuckboy!matt who spends most of his time at the frat with chris

❒ fuckboy!matt who, despite his brother's constant begging, refuses to commit to chris' fraternity

❒ fuckboy!matt who mostly meets girls through chris, whether they're a client of chris' who happened to run into him, or chris sent them his way

❒ fuckboy!matt who is surprisingly top of his classes, taking homework and studying very seriously

❒ fuckboy!matt who does chris' homework

❒ fuckboy!matt who's dormmate is nick

❒ fuckboy!matt who doesn't deal, and actually happens to constantly be on chris' ass about being reckless

" gonna get fuckin' caught with that, " he said, snatching the little baggie from his brothers hand

" don't be a pussy matt, i got people feinin' for that shit—s'good money. "

" nothin' pussy about this, s'for your own good. you ain't heard twelve's out here really searchin' for this shit right now? i'm not bailing y'out, dickhead. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who only really has his brothers at the end of the day, so he allows himself to only care for them and no one else

❒ fuckboy!matt who never calls you anything but sweetheart, even in his most irritated moments

❒ fuckboy!matt who noticed you in one of his classes on the very first day, but only got the guts to actually talk to you when chris told him to keep you occupied so he could head off with your friend

" we got hella booze, if y'drink, kid... I'll be taking her, and, um- " chris reached over to slap matt's chest as a gesture, " oh, perfect. this's my brother, matt. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's an asshole and he knows it, not caring how his words or actions affect others (unless you're nick and chris, of course)

⇢ NSFW

❒ fuckboy!matt who was never one to go back for more until he met you

❒ fuckboy!matt who, though he'd never admit it, hasn't so much as touched another girl since he'd gotten you in his bed

" you're seeing other people? "

" na— well, would it be a problem if i were? y'think we're together or sum'n "

" i guess not... "

" s'what i thought. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's sex drive is crazy, sometimes making you wonder if he ever gets tired

" one more time. just one more, c'mon, i know you can take it, " meanwhile you're spent beneath him, sopping wet and trembling as you struggle to form words from your fourth orgasm

❒ fuckboy!matt who could eat it till he's blue in the face, if you'd let him

❒ fuckboy!matt who always ends up taking control when you ride him

❒ fuckboy!matt who loves when you scratch him, overstimulating you til you can't do any thing but scratch at his biceps or back

❒ fuckboy!matt who refuses to do anything without a condom... until he's drunk and needy, hands wandering as he 'forgets' all about the rubbers sitting in the drawer of his nightstand

❒ fuckboy!matt who'll say things just to upset/piss you off, just so he can fuck all those harsh emotions away

" aww, hurt y'feelings? won't - do - it - again, sweets, promise. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's always down for a quickie—any time, any place

❒ fuckboy!matt who has no problem trying new positions, but usually sticks to speed bump, missionary, or any version of cowgirl

❒ fuckboy!matt who isn't embarrassed about being loud, not caring who could be hearing him

" fuckkk, sweetheart, keep backin' that into me. "

" ah- shit, oh, y'gonna make me cum. mm-mhm, do that shit again. "

a/n : pretend this didn't take years to get out cs i said i was gonna make headcanons for all my au's ages ago and basically stopped at fratboy!chris...

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[sturnioz]

I just need some kitty and Nate team ups where they try to get Chris and bun to do cute things

note. this is from kittys (confident!reader) perspective. reason being, its to not only give you an insight to what bun seems like from another pov, but to also show you the friendship nate has with kitty cos i don't think i've written abt it yet.

"'kay, hear me out," nate's voice rings out the kitchen, pulling your attention away from the bowl of homemade hummus, looking up to see him rubbing his hands together with a wide grin plastered across his face. raising an eyebrow, you scoop some hummus with a tortilla chip and chew slowly, watching as he pulls out a chair and drops down beside you. "gingerbread house."

you blink, "what?"

"it's christmas, yeah? perfect time to start doin' some festivity shit—are you with me? you listenin'?" his eyes are fixed on you while you maintain a deadpan expression, crunching another chip between you teeth are you stare back. "right. so, i'm thinkin' we buy a few gingerbread house kits 'n get everyone to do it—including chris and the kid."

a sceptical smile creeps onto your face, "you really think chris would go out of his way to build a gingerbread house?"

"well, no, but m'sure we can get matt to convince him or somethin'," nate counters as he tries to reason, and you consider it for a moment, wondering if your boyfriend would help with your plan to get bun and chris to bond over something fun.

"maybe," you purse your lips in thought. "got any other ideas."

"carolling—"

"no."

"c'moooon..." nate groans, dramatically rubbing his face with his hands. "that shit will be fuckin' hilarious."

"and you're fucking insane if you think bun is going door to door singing in front of people," you scoff, grabbing another tortilla chip to scoop up more hummus. "what about some secret santa type of shit?"

nate leans in, his eyes sparkling. "go on, i'm listenin'..."

"we can put all our names into a hat, but we purposely make sure that they pick me and matt or something, so they can shop together for a couples gift—"

"why not pick me and bee?" nate interjects, his eyebrow raising as he drums his fingers on the table.

you tilt your head to the side, "you and bee are a couple now?"

"no..." nate murmurs, but a wide grin spreads across his cheeks. "but chris' got a loooot money 'n i would like a pricey little gift out of it."

you blink once again, your expression flat. "you're un-fucking-believable."

nate scoffs as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "as if you're not thinkin' the same thing. i know you've been eyeing those fuckin' black little chunky platforms, kitty. m'not stupid."

a smirk tugs at your lips, "i got them."

nate's eyebrows shoot up. "matt bought you those already?"

"no, idiot. i bought them for myself."

nate pulls a face, his tone incredulous. "you bought yourself a christmas gift?"

"mhm," you hum, taking another bite of your food. "independence, sweetheart."

"hey," nate puts his hands up in defence. "m'all for women's independence—i love my ma—but isn't christmas, like, the time where you make other people buy your gifts?"

"i had the money, so i bought it," you reply simply with a shrug of your shoulders, pushing your bowl of hummus to the side with a few leftover tortilla chips. "anyway, that doesn't matter. we're talking bun and chris."

"bun and chris," nate repeats with a slow nod as he reaches over to grab a tortilla chip, munching thoughtfully. "i don't think the secret santa is a good idea—"

"what? and building a gingerbread house is?" you shoot back.

"look, i know chris," nate says, his tone serious now. "and he isn't gonna go out lookin' for couples gifts. he'll just make her do it by herself."

you grumble, hating how right he is. the thought of chris leaving all the effort to bun makes your frustration bubble. plus, you know all to well how bun prefers to pick out something meaningful that reflects her relationship with each person, rather some couple item.

"and.." nate continues, sensing your hesitation and thoughts. "the kid isn't gonna buy some matching shit, she's all about personal."

"i know," you huff softly, leaning back in your own chair. "i think we're going to have to try and do the gingerbread idea."

"what gingerbread idea?" a quiet voice speaks from behind you, and you turn your head to see bun standing in the doorway of the kitchen — her eyes wide and curious as she stares at the two of you.

you coax her over with a smile, gesturing for her to join you. nate gently pushes out a chair with his foot, an invitation to sit, and bun carefully glides into the seat. you slide your bowl of hummus and tortilla chips in her direction, offering her something to eat.

"we're thinkin' of doin' some festivity shit for christmas," nate explains casually, keeping it light and not giving away full details of your plans. "you up for it, kid? decoratin' a gingerbread house?"

bun nods slowly, biting into the hummus covered tortilla chip. "yeah.. sounds fun."

you can't help but smile at her response, knocking your shoulder gently against hers as you assure her it'll only be the frat house participating in decorating and the moment you see her relax at that, a sense of relief washes over you.

with a smirk, you dip your hand beneath the table for nate to give you a sneaky high-five, the light slap of your palms barely heard by bun as she continues eating — your plan coming together perfectly.

you hope, anyway.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[endereies]

BOOK CLUB - MS

No Nut November - Day 1

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You and Matt waltz around a local book shop, but Matt isn't looking at the books

You dragged your fingers against the familiar grain of polished wood that encased the shelves of books before you. Quiet murmurs of the few people inside brought you a comfort that was hard to find anywhere else. Matt’s hand laid in yours, softly caressing your skin with his thumb. The speakers played harmless classics. A few of them made you smile as you acknowledged the tunes.

Going to book stores made you happy and finding one so close to your home was quick to top your list. The few staff that worked there grew familiar with your names. It was cute to say the least. Especially from Matt’s point of view. He adored the smile that grew on your lips when they addressed you both. One was rarely without the other. He wanted to be there, not because he had a particular interest in books, but because he knew you did. That’s all that mattered to him.

His gaze broke as you slipped your hand away from his, rushing off to the new release section of books. Even if you were only here a week ago, you limited yourself. Only getting a certain number of books each time and spending a reasonable amount of money on them.

“Awh, this is the one I read the other week! Remember? It’s the one where he confesses in a letter that she didn’t read until after he left for his studies. Ugh, I cannot wait for the next one to be released.” Your lips moved rapidly as you spoke.

“Oh yeah, I do remember that one. Didn’t you read this too?” He mused, picking up a book with crisp, stiff pages.

“Hm? Oh, I’ve nearly finished that one. I’m so excited to see how it ends, these two are literally perfect.” The tips of your fingers laid upon the characters poised on the cover, staring at each other from behind their shoulders.

His hand came up to his face, pushing back a loose strand of hair covering his eyes. He watched the glimmer in your eyes, rambling ever so slightly about these two characters. He’d heard you talk about them before, when the book premiered. He just couldn’t get enough of the excited tones laced in your voice.

 You flattened your palm against a new book, feeling the textured cover under your skin. “And this one. I actually fell in love with this one so much. The way the author writes, the plot line, it all just drags you in. I genuinely had to put it down a few times just so I could process it all. I was reeling after the first read of this.”

“First?” A curious glint in his eyes as he stared at the cover, reading over the blurb.

“You expect me to read them only once? I have a collection of comfort books, you know the ones on my bedside table.” He shook his head, a chuckle passing his lips.

Exploring the rest of the shop followed the same pattern. You’d talk about books you’ve read previously while gawking over the ones on your list to be read. As you both dawdled the store, Matt found himself holding a small stack of books you hadn’t even realised. You were too busy in your own world to acknowledge the fact he picked up any book you rambled cutely about.

After all, he just wanted his girl to be happy.

@melliflws @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @bueckerrss @worldlxvlys @raysmayhem-72 @patscorner @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @luverboychris @jnkvivi @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @shorthairchris @colorthecosmos444 @anabethinking @zay-sturns @anyaa2s @emilyfaith2003 @zariyam @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt helps Y/N get through an anxiety attack.

REQUEST?: Yes, on Wattpad.

WARNING: Anxiety attack, panic attack, toxic home, toxic father, fighting between parents.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N closed her eyes tightly feeling her head spin from the loud voices coming from downstairs. Unfortunately, her parents fighting was nothing new, and even less so was her father starting the fight.

Y/N's father has always been the type of father who is physically present but emotionally absent, living in the same house as the girl since her birth, but never really playing the role of a kind and welcoming father.

Quite the contrary, her father has always been a very demanding and controlling man, Y/N having witnessed his first attack of stress when she was just a week old, when her mother cooked lunch for both of them, but couldn't bear to eat everything on her plate due to the exhaustion of being a first-time mother, and her father started a series of screams demanding that she eat all the food, after all "he pays the house bills and the food in the cupboard and refrigerator and didn't want to see anything being wasted", ignoring completely the scandalous crying of the little girl, who understood nothing at the time.

And it was exactly in an environment like this that Y/N grew up, learning that staying silent all the time at home prevented fights from reaching huge peaks, but suffering the consequences with the fights inside her head, which grew more and more. With all of this, the girl ended up developing panic attacks and severe anxiety, which she only discovered through a quick diagnosis from her school psychologist, as her father refused to pay for a consultation for her and her mother did not have enough money to do it.

Y/N grew up with constant fights outside and inside her head, experiencing the most bitter moments inside her own home, where she had to face her anxiety attacks alone on the floor of her room, muffling the loud sounds of her sobs with pillows.

But whoever was listening to her cry through all this time, listened to her prayers and sent an angel into her life. Y/N met Matt two years ago in a cafe in the city completely by accident, the barista at the cafe ended up getting confused with their orders and handed Matt's to Y/N and vice versa, the two only realizing it after the first sip.

And since then Y/N no longer had to face her fears alone, her refuge in difficult times stopped being her cold and lonely bed and became Matt, with whom she could lean on in all the sad and happy moments too, and the best thing being that she, having experience with herself, could help him with his own anxiety attacks, the two of them moving towards a better mental place together.

But despite the willpower to improve and all the effort, there were days when it became more difficult. Y/N had woken up that morning with a bitter taste in her mouth and a heavy head, feeling like something was going to happen, and she wasn't wrong.

The day went by with a heavy air, the girl staying at home all day since it was a Sunday and Matt spent the day filming with his brothers the podcast that would be posted the next day, and all the weight that lived in the walls of her house seemed to have been transferred to Y/N's back, she couldn't remember the last time she felt that, and the fact that she wouldn't see Matt that day only made it worse.

At the end of the day Y/N understood why she woke up with the heavy feeling. Her mother was cooking something in the kitchen for dinner that would be served soon, which the girl was sure she would just grab a plate and go up to her room to eat alone, but during the process of making the food, her mother let some glass escape from her hands, making a thunderous noise.

Y/N was startled by the sound, getting up and running downstairs without thinking, just worried about her mother and wanting to understand what had happened, but while the girl calmed her mother who seemed in shock over the broken plate, her mind began to scream danger.

Seconds later the sounds of heavy footsteps became present and it didn't take long for the male screams to be heard, her father releasing several curses along with insults towards her mother and, consequently, towards herself as well.

Y/N felt numb, her father's voice becoming a background sound as a buzzing settled in her head. The girl wasted no time and ran upstairs, all she wanted was to get away from the fight.

It didn't take much more than a minute and she found herself closing the door with a bang, throwing herself on the floor next to her bed and curling up in a fetal position, her throat making horrible sounds as she tried to draw in air, which never seemed to come enough.

Her heart was beating fast and her hands were shaking tirelessly.

In a moment of sanity, the girl crawled to the end of her bed to get her phone, thinking about the only one who could help her at the moment. Her fingers raced to the emergency contacts, seeing only one in the listing, Matt.

She quickly clicked it, putting it on speaker and dropping the phone on the floor.

"Hello my love, we're almost done here. I was thinking about calling you next, what do you think about... Y/N?" The boy answered with a smile in his voice, stopping talking when he noticed a sound like a strangulation in the background. "Y/N? Baby, please, what's going on?" He asked desperately, standing up quickly from his seat in the recording room on the other side of the phone, fully gaining his brothers' attention.

The girl couldn't respond, barely able to hear him properly, her mind just processing that she needed air, her eyes closed tightly as she felt as if her room was shrinking in size around herself.

"Baby stay with me, I'm coming, I'm coming. Stay with me..."

The male voice seemed to come and go in Y/N's ears, and what took less than 10 minutes seemed to take hours in her fragile mind. The sound of her bedroom window opening echoed through the room as Matt entered the pink-walled room after climbing the roof of the two-story house, already used to the action.

The boy quickly ran towards his girlfriend, throwing himself on the ground, kneeling next to her and hugging her tightly, trying to bring her mind back.

"I'm here, baby. I'm with you." He whispered incessantly against Y/N's ear, feeling her smaller body tremble against his. "Baby, I need you to take a deep breath for me. Stretch, come on." He spoke, helping her straighten her spine and stretching her legs, leaving her sitting in an L-shaped position. "Can you breathe through your nose for me?" Matt asked, watching carefully his girlfriend's face, feeling his heart tighten at her state, her lips trembling, her cheeks hot and rosy, her face tense and her eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N tried to do as requested, finally being able to identify her boyfriend's voice, but the action seemed to lead nowhere.

"Come on, my love, I know you can do it." He asked in a whisper, feeling his eyes burn with tears. Upon seeing Y/N's difficulty in fulfilling the request, he quickly approached and sealed her lips tightly, briefly remembering when the girl did the same to himself during one of his worst crises.

Y/N stood still, her hands still shaking and her heart beating hard, but her mind seemed to contain itself and the loud noise inside her fell silent.

The girl felt tears roll down her face, opening her eyes, her vision slowly getting used to everything after being in the dark for several minutes. She calmly pulled away from Matt, drawing a breath of air into her lungs, feeling relief at being able to do so.

Y/N looked at her boyfriend's face, seeing him smile in relief as tears rolled down his own eyes.

"Don't cry." She asked weakly, pulling him into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against his, their tears mixing together.

Matt let out a tearful laugh, sniffling as he brought one of his hands to Y/N's hair, stroking the spot.

"I'm just glad you're okay."

"Thank you Matt." She thanked him, hearing him sigh happily. Y/N snuggled closer into Matt's arms, still not having the strength to get up from the floor and he didn't seem to want to do so yet either.

"I love you so much, my love." He whispered a few minutes later, kissing the top of her head. Matt slowly moved back after getting silence in response, looking at his girlfriend only to see her with her eyes closed and breathing lightly, sleep having taken over her weak body from the intense moment.

The sound of two knocks on the door made him look up, looking intently to the door and ready to protect his girl if necessary, but relief filled his heart when he saw that it was Y/N's mother.

The woman had her face between the door and the frame, ready to check if her daughter was okay after the mess in the kitchen, but her worried features were replaced by a soft smile when she saw her daughter and her boyfriend cradled together.

"Thank you." She whispered truthfully to Matt, earning a nod before carefully closing the door.

The mother walked towards her own room with a light heart, knowing that Matt would do anything to take care of and see her daughter well.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!! =D

This follows from Part 1

Warning: long post 😊😅

Oh you're still here 😶

Honestly, I was really liking his character right up till he said this. He was nice, friendly, and yes, a little invasive, but as long as Peem didn't mind, I was okay. But we all know how a love rival saying these words go in BLs, so when he said this, alarms went off in my head. And he continued flirting. Which is not okay. I know Peem doesn't really mind, but still. Kluen, you are a mostly decent human, but please take a rejection as it's supposed to be taken.

Also, when he says he's handsome and rich, and Peem jokes about how much he's willing to "invest", Peem says "Phum is handsome, too." No mention of his money. If Phum heard this, he'd be jumping and squealing, but it also tells us that Peem cares fuck all about how rich Phum is. Which will probably help Phum gain more confidence in this love.

Who the fuck cares. 🙂

Listen, as I said in my previous post, I'd decided to ignore the parents because they didn't deserve any attention, but when he stopped Fang from going after Phum, I was furious. That is nothing compared to what I felt in this scene. You ruined his childhood, gave him trauma that he'll never be able to fully leave behind, gave Fang trauma too, and then you dare to ask him why he doesn't talk to you? You have the audacity to keep pestering him even after he says he has something to do? And now you're ruining his adult life too. With all due respect, which is absolutely none: fuck. off.

@almayver I'm really thinking of writing that fic. 🙂

I love this friend group so much.

The moment Q says Peem is sad they all barge into his house to cheer him up, no hesitation. They don't demand to know the whys and hows (Q does, but he already knows), just settle in comfortable and loudly, and be their chaotic selves. This reminds us that despite all the flirting and cheesy lines and hugging and kissies, friendship will always be a priority for these group of friends.

And let's be honest, Peem expected Aunt Pui, and we all expected Phum. This was a very nice surprise.

All this time, Peem wasn't upset Phum was late. He was worried about Phum.

This was the scene that made me cry. We Are was supposed to be a simple romcom. WHAT IS THIS THEN.

I just- I really have nothing to say here, they said it all.

They both did what they did and are feeling what they are because they're important to each other.

Phum did it because he didn't want to ruin Peem's big day again. And Peem is upset and worried because he thinks he might not be Phum's safe space anymore.

Peem's reaction tells me that maybe he was over the moon last episode when he could provide comfort to Phum. And he's very very glad that at least with him, Phum can be himself. This incident makes him question that, which leads him to questioning their entire relationship. Phum himself said (many times in various ways) that Peem makes him feel good and warm and comfortable, and he's not lonely anymore. But... if Peem isn't that to Phum anymore, then what is he?

This is one of the best love confessions Thai BL has ever given me.

I have nothing else to say. This has already given us all enough emotional damage.

This reminds me of that textpost: "Caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing."

Love that Q has already accepted Phum hehe. You know your man is good when he's bestie-approved.

Love even more how he's giving the cold shoulder to Phum and then defending him to Peem 😭

Well he did, but apparently your ears were "muffled".

Also- love this scene.

HE SAYS IT.

I mean, I get him though, who the hell would be able to say no to Phum's "please? 🥺"

Just putting this here 'cause I happened to pause at the right moment and this scene is beautiful and very pretty. <3

I missed Matt (JJ) and his impeccable sense of humour so bad

Every group is incomplete without a Matt hehe

If I had a rupee for every time a couple kissed at this booth, I'd have two rupees, which is nothing, but it's strange it happened twice.

Another very beautiful scene. <33

He says that as if he isn't squealing and giggling inside. But. FINALLY. OUR PATIENCE HAS BEEN REWARDED, THEY'RE FINALLY DATING!!!!

OOH flower bouquet kiss hehe

Reminds me of QToey tote bag kiss

Next ep:

Portrait drawing?!!

"KHUN FAEN"??

SOFT TANFANG KISS???

HOW DO THEY EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE THIS?!!

*sigh*

Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have some ice cream 🍨

My We Are posts.

[sunnyie-eve]

32 | Oh Lord

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Wait, wait, wait. The plan is for you three to be in the and cook us burgers for dinner?" Dani asks laying on Matt's bed as he sat at his desk.

"Yeah, Chris thought it was a good idea and help us save money from eating out." He spins around to face her.

"If something happens, I'm not helping."

"Don't worry, the smoke alarm won't go off." He laughs facing his computer again.

"Why would it even need to go off?" Her eyes widen so he just shrugs his shoulders. She gets off his bed going to Chris's room, "Whatever you guys do.... Don't try to make the smoke alarm go off."

"No, that is actually my worst fear doing this video." He tells her quickly agreeing with her, "I'm terrified about it might going off."

"Well then don't make it go off!"

"I'm gonna try not to!" He shouts back.

When the guys get back from the store Dani watches them set up, "I'm scared that all three of you are in the kitchen cooking. And following Chris's lead..." She makes a face.

"You have no faith in me. Watch, I'm going to make the best burgers ever and she's gonna take it back." Chris tells her and then his brothers.

"I'm scared of your way too. Dani might be right." Matt tells Chris.

"Dani just go to your room." Chris points his finger at her and Nick woo's, "Or hush." He adds.

"Can y'all just not make a big mess?" Dani asks them but Nick and Chris were bickering, "Matt, you know how I am about the kitchen. I hate when it's messy." Dani says so she looks over at Matt, "Are you ignoring me too?"

"No, I hear you." He lets her know before she leaves to get her phone.

When she comes back she sees what they were doing, "Guys, are you serious?" She asks them.

"This doesn't seem too smart." Chris looks at how they have it plugged in.

"Obviously!" She shouts at them as Nick shows the viewers how they have it set up.

Right as they start, Chris already dropped the meat on himself making Dani say she can't watch so she goes to her room. With the guys alone now, Chris plays around a lot since Dani can't tell him to stop.

"Stop." Matt tells him.

"Double 360."

"Dani would slap you." Matt laughs at him.

As more time passes it was Matt's turn to help out, "I want Dani." Matt whines as he messes with the meat getting tired of helping.

Both Chris and Nick laugh at him, "She always cooks so it's her day off in here." Nick tells him.

While the boys cooked and Dani was in her room she was texting Sam. They were making plans to hangout this upcoming weekend. She would go visit him while Colby was out of town with his girlfriend. She was just asking for a break from everything to relax.

"DANI COME TRY THIS!" She hears Matt yell for her.

When she comes out she sees Chris using a paper plate to fan the smoke away, "Oh, Lord."

"Just take a bite of this." Matt rushes over to her so she can take a bite of it so she does, "It's good, right?"

She nods her head going for another bite, "Not bad."

Sam: Yeah, I'll make sure your room is in perfect condition.

Back in her room she was packing a few things to take on her little trip to visit Sam to get away from everything.

"You moving out?" Chris laughs entering her room.

"No, I'm leaving in a couple of days to go hangout with Sam. A little vacation from here." She laughs.

"No Colby?"

"Nah, he's on a trip with his girlfriend." She tells him still fixing her bag.

"Have you even met his girlfriend?"

"Nope. Just know her name. His dating life isn't any of my business yet mine is all of his." She laughs.

"What dating life? You don't have one?" Chris laughs playing around with her.

"Exactly and it's his fault. He hates every guy I like or scares them away."

"And he doesn't 100% like you living with us as well." Chris adds.

"He likes y'all just not that I live with boys. He doesn't trust me... or Matt a bit."

"He trusts me? Does that mean he doesn't see me as a challenge?" He jokes.

"It's just we aren't as super close you know what I mean? Like Matt and I are. I can't explain it but you know?"

-

It's been about a week since Dani left and honestly the boys hated not having her home. As soon as it passed three days they felt like a piece was missing. Sometimes the boys would catch themselves either getting ready to shout for her or walk towards her room.

"Has Dani told you when she'll be back?" Chris asks Matt as they sit in the car so Matt nods his head, "I- I still don't understand why she chose you to be the closest to."

"K."

"I just mean... Nick is still right there. You know?" Chris tries to explain, "They got years vs our months. I just feel like... Like, y'all's connection is unfair." Chris keeps going as Matt just stares at him, "You two are just always attached at the hip and,"

Matt finally cuts in, "Are you gonna create a problem?"

"No."

"I don't force her to hangout with me. She comes to me because you or Nick are busy doing whatever." Matt explains to him.

"It's still unfair."

"How?" Matt asks confused.

"Just is."

"Oh well." Matt shrugs.

"I'm gonna ask her."

"What like on a date?" Matt asks.

"Why not? You think she'll say no?" Chris asks, "I gotta get some kind of information to see if she likes one of us." He adds as Matt didn't seem to care for the idea, "You hate the idea of it!"

"Go ahead." Matt tells him not believing he'll go through with it.

"Bet, I will."

"Okay." Matt nods his head, "How are you even gonna go about it?" He asks curious.

"I have no idea but I'm gonna prove that I'm not gonna chicken out of asking her."

[bellaxgiornata]

Ask the boys! What are Mikey and/or Matt's favourite comforting ways to decompress (with reader)?

Ohhhh, thank you for this one!! I had to sit them down for this little dialogue! As always, I'll throw everything under the cut because this'll be longer. But please enjoy this gif depicting Matt's enthusiasm levels today at me being distracted from a particular fic update he wants.

Bella, dramatically shouting: So who's ready to play ASK THE BOYS?!

Mikey, cringing a little on the couch: D'ya really need to say it like that, pet?

Matt, raising a brow: Yeah, we're not exactly on an episode of Family Feud. This isn't a game show.

Bella: No, but could you imagine if you were? Maybe Fog could be the fourth player. And you know what? I'd actually pay good money to see that because it'd be hilarious. But now that you say that, I think I want to play Ask the Boys like it is a game show every time someone asks for it. So thank's for that, Matty!

[Matt dramatically sighs loudly on the couch beside Mikey]

Frank, shouting from the kitchen as he makes coffee: Can you just let the lady have some fun? Play along, dammit. Don't you know better than to argue with a pregnant woman, anyway?

Mikey, settling into the couch: He has a point. Best not to argue.

Matt, reluctantly: Fine. What's the question?

Bella: Okay, since you're being a sourpuss I'm asking Mikey first. What's your favorite comforting way to decompress with Reader/a significant other?

Mikey, scratching his beard in thought: Suppose I'd say...somethin' calming. Like takin' a walk, just holdin' hands and enjoyin' each others' company. Or maybe cuddlin' up in bed or on the sofa with a book and just readin' together, not even sayin' a word. I deal with enough excitement with my family, don't exactly need anymore outside o' that, y'know? I'd rather just...slow things down for a bit together. Be able to hold them and just be with them.

Bella: Ohh, I like that. You definitely do need less stress and a slower paced environment with some of the stuff your family puts you through constantly. Or like...an entire change of scenery that isn't Dublin.

Mikey, humming in agreement: Ya can say that again.

Bella, focusing on Matt: Now Matt, same question.

Matt, growing a sheepish smile: I'd have to say...in my bed with both of us not wearing clothing--[quickly holding up a hand to quiet everyone before they interject] solely because it's far too irritating if I'm trying to decompress and relax with too much outside stimulation, not for any other reasons. I'd rather just feel them over anything else. Because I'd prefer to focus in on their heartbeat and their breathing, listening to the sound of their voice as they talked. Sometimes outside stimulation just gets to be too much with my senses, and that's where I'd feel the most comfortable with a partner while trying to decompress. Somewhere without some of that extra stimulation. And uh...I wouldn't mind being the one who was being cuddled instead of doing the cuddling, I guess, too...

Bella, nodding: Makes sense. I think we're all well aware of how touch starved you tend to be--especially for a touch that isn't someone punching you in the face for once. Obviously for you to decompress with a partner, you'd want them doing the comforting. Though I highly doubt you'd ever just, you know, ask for what you wanted, so you'd need a partner that already could intuit that. But you know, there's nothing wrong with asking for what you need, Matt.

Matt, abruptly rising from the couch: Okay, I wasn't expecting this to turn into a therapy session. Are we done now?

Bella, rolling her eyes: If it was a therapy session with all of you, we'd be here for months. But yes, that does answer the question for this round of Ask the Boys!

Matt, grinning: Great, now maybe you can get back to that thing you're almost finished writing for me. You know the one.

Bella, sighing: Fine, fine. I'll let you three get back to pre-baby panicking in here for now while I finish it.

(Bella's Follower Celebration Post for those who want to join in the fun!)

[centrally-unplanned]

To counter a bit my own housing libertarianism on main, it is of course quite theoretically possible for housing developers to cheap out on quality to make a buck. In the historical times when housing was that very free market, you saw that all the time! Like medicine, the ability for consumers to evaluate the "quality" of a build is quite low, you can sneak shitty pipes by them, so you saw/see that kind of stuff frequently in the right context.

The problem is that the argument is being presented around developed countries today in comparison to like 30 years ago. The US housing market isn't a free market in any way, shape, or form! We have not deregulated safety standards, or loosened building codes, or repealed fire safety mandates. We have gotten more restrictive, not less, over that time period. Developers in 1980 or 1950 were trying to cut just as many corners as they used to, the profit motive hasn't changed there. But in places like the US doing much of that is illegal, and gets caught by the mandatory home inspections, and law and order in the housing market has not collapsed in the past 30 years. No one is saying the occasional criminal doesn't slip through, but that was equally true in the past. Many of these codes are quite good - they work! They are regulations that make people better off.

If you really want to make an argument about specific shifting building standards you totally can, but it has to be much more sophisticated than this sort of blanket ~neoliberalism~. Matt Yglesias has been reading my mind recently, very annoying, and he wrote a take I wanted to write about "neoliberalism" as the dog that didn't bark. The idea that the modern era is an era of mass deregulation and growth-at-all-costs, that we live in a more capitalist and laissez faire era than our ancestors did, is probably not true! It varies by sector, yeah trade barriers went down for example. But housing most certainly didn't; neither did healthcare, or education, and that is the majority of how all humans spend their money. We never got growth-at-all-costs; much to my chagrin when it comes to housing. These takes lack a causal mechanism as for what changed.

[jaidens]

The Taste Of Your Lips Is My Idea Of Luxury

pairing [s] : dallas winston x reader

warning [s] : | good golly am I obsessed with matt dillon lord. | kissing | guys can we remember that dallas is 17!!

a/n [s] : requests are open

Dallas wasn't a romantic by any means. Sylvia was an unfortunate woman to think that he was. It wasn't like Dally had good examples of romance and love in his house. After his father lost his money to a gambling addiction, and his mother eventually gave up her love for Dallas’ father. So, inherently, it wasn't his fault for growing up in a household of disrespect and yelling.

However, everything seemed to flip in a good direction.

On a cold Wednesday morning, Dallas approached you. A cigarette hanging out of his soft pink lips, and a mysterious look in his eyes. He coughed quietly, in an attempt to get your attention. You looked up at him, and raised your eyebrow. “Yes? Do you need something?” With a sudden attitude at the distraction of your studying that's laid out on the diner table. “Ah.. man don't be like that. Anyone sittin’ here?” Dallas asks pointing at the seat in front of you.

You shake your head ‘no’ before going back to your studying. You chew on the end of a pencil as Dallas watches your eyes trace over the pages. “What are you studying for?” He says, attempting to make conversation with you. He recognizes you're obviously not interested in his words when you give him a dangerous look. “I'm just asking man.. not trying to get into your business.” Dallas’ hands go in the air before he sits back and groans out. The kind waitress walks over to the table you're sharing and fills up the coffee cup that Dallas has sitting on the table.

“Are you just going to sit there? Or are you actually going to do something?” You ask him and he raises his eyebrow this time at you, before he smirks. “I am doing something, baby. I'm watching you.” You can't lie that the thick accent and drawl to his voice doesn't send shivers of desire down your spine. You roll your eyes at him before you begin to laugh at his audacity.

“Don’t laugh at me. Lemme’ take you to a movie tonight, and I swear I'll leave you alone for good.” It isn't a bad idea and you nod at him. “Sure yeah I'll go. You're paying.” He smiles at you before standing up and going to leave. You admire him as he leaves and you watch him through the windows as he walks to the red T-Bird. He pumps his arms in the air and knows he finally won someone over.

Then comes 7:30 and your phone rings. You answer it and pull the telephone to your ear before twisting the cord in-between your fingers. “Hey man. I'm gonna pick you up in twenty minutes yeah? Can I have your address?” You smile at the sound of Dally’s voice appearing through the phone. “Yeah. I'll be ready.” As well as that, you tell him your address and he says “See you soon.”

You can't help but get warm inside as you hang the phone back up. Your mom is sitting on the couch watching The Doris Day show and laughing. “Who was that love?” Your mother asks, turning her head to look at you. “Oh.. I'm just going on a date with a boy. We're going to the movies.” She squeals and tells you to come sit down next to her. You do it and she puts her hand on your leg and shakes it. “Tell me about him! Is he handsome?”

You feel your cheeks warm and you smile and nod. “He’s real handsome. He's got these dark eyes and dark hair. He's tall too..” Your mom smiles at you and looks into your eyes. “I remember when I met your father, he made out with me on his motorcycle—” You moan and roll your eyes. “Oh ew! Mom! I don't wanna hear about that.” She laughed once more and slapped your thigh gently. She turned her head once more before telling you to go get ready for your date.

You jumped up off the couch and went to go get ready. You run upstairs to your bedroom and open your closet doors. You chose an outfit from the many choices you have, and you pull it on. It's December which has ended up with Tulsa weather being low thirty's at night. You decidedly wore a thick sweater and warm pants your friend gifted you. You read through a magazine while you wait for Dallas to show up, and as you're reading your mother calls your name.

“Someone’s here for you!” Which makes you sit up with a smile and chase down the stairs to the front door. There stays Dallas, clad in a leather jacket and thick jeans with a smile on his face. Your father is talking to him about curfew and to not mess with you. You put your hand on your dad's shoulder and he relaxes. “Hi Dallas. Are you ready?” He nods and holds his hand out for you. It's unusual, the way he's acting. You're guessing it's for your parents' approval of your relationship.

Once you get far enough away, the smile drops from Dally’s mouth and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it on his necklace. “Man. That was hard.” He's smoking on the cancer-stick, and opens your car door. You step in and close it before he jumps into the driver's seat and turns the car on. “What? Meeting my parents who are so far up their ass they can see through their own eyes?” Dallas laughs and starts driving away. “Yeah. Your mom was like— man she was like giggling the entire time.”

Now it's your turn to laugh alongside Dallas. You know he isn't good, and he especially isn't a good idea to be with him. However, the thrill of him is only pulling you further into the dangerous thought of Dallas Winston. “The movies are playing some random movie. I'll just buy tickets for whatever you wanna see.” His soft brown eyes are staring into yours, and you're convinced his cigarette is on the edge of falling out of his mouth but he catches it and goes to stare at the road once more.

He pulls into the main road, where the movie cinema is. You read the movies and light up at one. “Oh I've been dying to see that one!” Dallas smiles and parks the car before you both get out. You grab his hand and get close to him and start walking. “I think I forget how cold it gets here.” Dallas jokes before hanging the man at the counter the correct amount of money as he handed Dallas the tickets.

You held small talk with Dallas, asking him where he grew up and his life before Tulsa. He answers you while he grabs popcorn and a drink for you to share with him. You follow him into the movie theater and go to your selected seats. It's almost right in the middle, but it has a small amount of privacy. You start chewing on popcorn as he sits down next to you. “Hey man.. I'm glad you came with me. Ponyboy and Johnny are studying. Boring.” You gently punch his shoulder and start looking at the screen as the movie begins to shutter on.

The movie is fun and new to you, and you laugh alongside everyone else. However, if you even asked Dallas about the movie, he would go completely blank because the entire time he was admiring you. Between his staring and your head laying on his shoulder and the way his shoulder vibrates when you laugh at a joke or funny scene in the movie. He's worried you can see the way his heart beats out of his chest.

The movie ends and you turn to look at Dallas, who is already looking back at you. “Did you like it?” It's like you pop him back into the real world. His eyes widen and he nods. “Yeah, yeah. It was nice.” You smile at him and Dallas swears he started melting inside. He doesn't understand how you got more beautiful with tired eyes and a smile on your face, but he sure does like it. “Now, cmon. I'm tired and wanna go to sleep in my bed.”

He nods and picks up the popcorn and drink trash and follows your slow movements as you stretch. Gosh, he bets he looks like a lost puppy as he follows you around. While he throws everything away, you lay your head on his shoulder once more. “Thanks for taking me. I swear I'll make it up to you.” Dallas’ hand falls to the side of your head and shakes it. “Nah. No need. I'm taking you out..” His thick accent rings and he smiles at you.

You're staring at his profile, and you notice the small things no one would have. The small freckles that pepper across his nose and the burn he has on his lips from incorrect form with his cigarettes. God, isn't he real pretty under red and purple light that surrounds the theater? You take a look outside of the window and see the snowflakes that are lit up by yellow street lights. “It’s snowing Dal. Ain't it pretty?” You're holding onto his arm and stare out the window. “It is ain't it? Well, I gotta get you home before your Dad kills me.”

You laugh at his words and follow him outside, with his hand in a gentle tight hold. You shiver at the quick impact of the freezing weather. You run to the car and sit down in the seat, wrapping your arms around your body as Dallas sits down as well and turns on the car and lets it heat up. A few moments later, it is warmer and he finally starts driving. Your eyes feel heavy and your vision blurs as you fall asleep again the window.

You wake up as the car stops, with Dallas’ leather jacket draped over you and the air turned to your face. The radio is playing one of your favorite songs, but Dallas knows it's your favorite station on the radio. Everything feels warm and dizzy as you turn and stare at his soft eyes. “We’re here.” He lets out with a sigh. You can tell he doesn't want you to go. Your hand goes to his thigh and you see his gentle eyes going from yours to your lips.

You lean in and close your eyes and feel the way his lips push against yours. Dallas hand cradles your face and you can't help but push into him. You pull away a few moments later and it ends with a longing stare. “That was— real nice.” You tell him before gathering your bag and the jacket that lies on you. You hadn't even realized it wasn't yours as you walked out of the car.

His car doesn't leave until you wave at him through your bedroom window. Your mother knocks on the door before she walks into your room. You're sitting on your bed practically buzzing with excitement and pure love that's coursing through your veins. “How was the date, honey?” You sit up and almost let out a giggle and kick your legs. “Awh, Mama. It was amazing! We kissed at the end and I think I felt sparks on our lips.”

Your mother smiles at your absolutely enamoured eyes and a big smile that nearly surrounds your entire face. She grabs your hands and kisses your cheeks. “Well it seems it went well! I think he is real handsome. He looks like your father in the 50s.” You stick your tongue out at your Mom's example of Dallas. “Bleh. But, he is so fine Mom. He's got these big brown eyes that you get lost in and these lips that are so kissable.”

It ends with you and your Mom talking all about boys you've both loved. Dallas is the King Of Your Heart, and he's caught it completely in his fist and he isn't tending to drop it anytime soon.

[sciderman]

This makes me wonder... What do you think of MCU Peter? Like the fact he basically gets all his stuff from Stark. Tbh I'm not a big comic reader but isn't the point that he's like,, poor and invents his own stuff...? I could be so wrong here but oh well, I'll ask

i think that yeah - it absolutely misses the point of peter parker being a working-class hero who's struggle is. the whole point.

i think a huge part of the problem with superhero media in general lately is that it's not really about heroism or hope anymore (something that previous spider-man movies deal with in spades) - superhero media nowadays is often kind of just wish fulfilment. you know. imagine if YOU were this powerful and rich! imagine if you, a dumb kid, got a BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY who makes you a COOL SUIT and COOL TOYS!! it's the same case in the comics too, it's not about the cost of power or the questions it brings about your responsibility to the world - or even it being allegorical for anything (everything to me is allegory. but i can't even do that with the mcu because actually, everything in the mcu is kind of literal? there's nothing there to sink my teeth into. nothing i can interpret in any sort of different way other than, like, military propaganda and wish-fulfilment. i don't think they're even concerned with telling any sort of human story with most of these characters.)

the thing is with peter parker is that the whole point is that it's not wish-fulfilment. sure, it's freaking awesome to have super-strength and swing around the city and everyone wants that. but it always, always, always comes at a cost to him. and it doesn't solve any of his problems. everything is still difficult. money. romance. he's knocked off his feet by the common cold. he's just a guy. bad things happen to him and there's never an easy out. he doesn't just have fortified penthouses at his disposal, and high-tech suits, and wizards he can call to break the multiverse for him.

i think the frustrating thing with peter parker in the mcu is that they'll pay lip-service to it but not have it be part of peter's character at all. peter says jokingly "haha i'm broke" like we ever even SEE the impact of that on him like at all. the vulture says to peter "you're like me, we're just working class guys", as if peter showed any frustration or struggle at any point in that movie to justify that comparison. he doesn't have to work a job to pay his tuition at this elite science school. there's never a question of whether he can afford this trip to europe. his identity is blown and immediately he gets set up at a fancy maximum-security apartment with all the technology he needs at his disposal. there is never a second of struggle for him. there is not one moment where he doesn't have everything he needs, any time he needs it. his court cases are settled immediately over like, a three minute conversation with matt murdock. nothing touches him. he literally skates by with sheer dumb luck and having powerful contacts. what kind of stupid, boring-ass spider-man story is that.

raimi trilogy and tasm movies you were real. you get it. being spider-man does not make life easier. you just get to punch guys to feel better about it.

[nezhathecatfish]

Slashers x Vanny! Reader Chapter 1

My eyes snapped opened. It looked like I was in an ally way, but no alleyway I knew. Was I still in the pizza plex? It didn't look like it...  I sat up and dusted myself off. I still had my suit on. I better take it off, it's all bloody and stuff. I pushed my arms through the suit and taken off the head. I slipped my legs out and put it back into my big backpack that I carry around.  As I walked through the streets, I noticed how there was no robots, or anything. How strange? I walked up to a random woman. "Hello, hi, Umm... Do you know where the pizza Plex is?" I asked her, staring at her with hope I wasn't horribly lost. She gave me a strange look. "What- there isn't no pizza plex here." She told my back, and walked past me, bumping my shoulder. I stared back at her. She was so rude. I turned my own way, and to a nearby store. I walked in and was greeted by an employee that had piercing. He looked straight out of the 2000's. "Hello sir, do you have a map?" I asked him, and he gives me a smile. "Um, sure. There right over there. $5." He said, and I picked up one. I payed for it and went my way. Once I was out of the store, I pasted by some magazines. That's weird. No one buys those old things anymore. I picked one up. "Killers on the lose!" the title read. Killers? Who? I kept reading on. "The famous killers, Micheal Myers, and Danny Johnson both escaped on May 23rd of this year! Lock your doors and windows!" I read the paper. I looked up to the moon. "Killers on the lose huh?" I asked myself and put the paper down and back onto the rack. I kept walking and looking at my map. Only until I bumped into a very all man. "Oh, sorry." I said and backed up away from him. He's wearing a weird white mask with slicked back hair. I can see some blonde coming from under his mask. I kept walking, my nose once again buried into the map. "Let's see..." I mumbled. "Looks like I'm in Haddonfield, Illinois!" I said, staring at the paper in shock. How did I end up here? No way I was just, kidnapped? Right? 

I been walking for a day now, the sun is hot, and I'm running out of money from all the bus money I had to use. Looks like it's time to put myself to use.  First I had gone into a washing matt and washed all the blood off my pretty white costume.  Then when it was dried, I gone out in it, and looked for the perfect person to lore away so I can steal their money. I see an older woman, she looks rich, and weak. "Miss, can you please help me? I'm afraid I'm a bit lost! Can you show me where I can get some food?" I asked her, hoping she would say yes. "That furry suit looks expensive, so sure. It's right over here." Good she was going into an alley way. I made my move and put my hand over her mouth before she could scream for help as I stabbed her. I made sure not to get any blood on me. After all, I just washed this. I take her money and make sure no one was standing by, as I made my exit. I needed a job soon. That lady only had a $20.

[bluespacestarssssss]

A Bit About Me And This Blog

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[halimpark7]

I wish I had your hands all over my body

Cuddle snuggle breathe in your neck smells

People don't know how to love..

They just know self obsession

How to not feel pain in the moment

Like if I'm not obsessed with you

Getting laid

Obsessed with myself

If any part of our relationship

Feels like work

Without any money

For a long time

Like not even sex

The relationship is over

You're dead to me. I hate you. Youre less important

Than $$$

That how normal people feel.

How do I get what I want

Be with the best deal

💯

But these people tried to kill me

Loved scaring the shit out of me

2015 psychic cyber stalker Eps

2015 vice president yellow Pages Bill, E, Matt

Powerful charismatic Men

eat the souls of loving women

"You're so pathetic"

"Give me what I want"

"Don't piss me off"

"I have an agenda"

It feels like worthlessness

But worse

Like you struggled your life

No one's loved you

And you're stuck

You have to give

Give give give

What you don't want

Rape.

Fucking me, one and done.

The quiver of my walls, you're dirty

Coming hard

Is nothing to you

Bc you get everything

And nothing fills you

And I'm your feelings

Of disgust

Hatred of life

You're better than me

So thanks for the nice night

I don't give a shit about you, spit on you

Go away.

That's why you like

A really small hole

A exclusive elusive enigma

Someone above an 8

Minimal work of a 6

I work really hard to get what I want from you

Pure manipulation

You give me it, let me steal from you

And I call it quits

Your skin and fat

Is cheap

You feel like a

Whore

Bc I want to

Stomp on somebody

Make them feel

Like a nobody

You're not important

Bc you're smarter

You're vulnerable

You care more

You idiot, why?

Needing is so disgusting.

Let me touch you

Get off on you

Then spit you out

You have a big pussy no tits, your nipples are quarters.

Ching Chong chink chink.

Isn't that how everyone is?

I thought it was

How do they care so much?

If everyone was beaten,

They wouldn't care. Like me.

I was wrong.

I abused Holly for a while

She's always a good person

I didn't understand

Wears you down.

How to be beautiful and okay.

To love entirely

Hold space

Not just fuck

For hours

And expect to

Come, eat, live for free. If you conned a poor sucker. Who loves you more than you loved him.

Be given allowances

Do whatever you please

With no consequences.

So I was abused then spoiled

And tried to keep

Living being a bratty shitty thing

And then

when you do that to an orphan

You run out of grace.

You get an STD

You run out of money

You lose your job. Health.

Housing. Opportunities.

Good things.

All because I was being myself

And I didn't get a shit about

Anyone else.

People pleasing

Not abiding

By the laws of the universe.

I was a crazy thing. Before you 🆘

Always putting people down

Taking what I wanted

I had no idea I was a

"Bad person"

I totally was.

Even though I was giving

Told I had a good heart.

But the truth was I'm only giving

When the going was good

And I had it to give.

When I had nothing

No one

I wasnt a "good person"

I was on the edge of

Killing. Anything to stay sane.

Loving you taught me

A lot of things.

How to listen

Why do we listen

Why people need each other

Why people are nice

Not to give dirty looks

How to hold out

Be brave

Basic things

That even stupid people know

I'm so stupid

And I love you so much

For loving me. For Exsisting.

I never wanted to work

Really work

Only for a lot of money

Desperation.

Out of anxiety.

But now.im learning to follow God

Pay people back

Not gift giving/people pleasing

Sex.

Give them love

Attention, decency (&why)

Not beg my mom

Then abuse her for being high functioning cognitively impaired

Ugly mean and fat.

Mad at life.

So I love you.. you taught me so much

Just being

existing

Loving me

Breaking my curses.

Promising me dick.

I hope I don't suck

It's been a while.

I love you. Night.

I'm going to touch myself

Imagine you

Between my legs

The feeling of home.

Even when I'm struggling. And not take it out on you, abuse you. But love you, through everything.

[dirtybitfic]

Taken in Pt.1

matt x y/n

Y/n's dad suddenly passes , her dad left her everything in the will and left his business in the hands of his dearest friend ... but the business isn't all he left in his hands

Yesterday was my fathers funeral . I never thought that id loose my dad so young I guess I thought he'd always be around when I needed him . He was healthy and active which is why this sudden death was such a shock . My dad was my best friend , he loved me more than anything in the world and I the same , he may have been a hard working man but he was always there for me no matter what . He was a single parent to me since my mother passed from cancer when I was four, I know it was hard for him but he did the best he could and I couldn't have asked for a better dad.

Now that he's gone I just feel empty , like nothing matters . I decided not to finish out my senior yer of high school which my father was fully supportive of . I hated school , I was never good at it and it effected my mental health terribly . My father was very rich and now I guess... I am which is kind of scary . I enjoy art , painting and sketching is the one thing I am good at . My father loved coming home and sitting with me as he told me about his day and I would just paint and listen . My father told me " Me amore , if school isn't something you enjoy and you'd rather spend your time home painting and doing what you love I am in full support , I just want you to be happy and have a fulfilling life and if this is it then I am happy too" after that conversation he pulled me out of school and bought so many art products I couldn't run out even if I tried .

I found out during my meeting with our accountant that my father left me everything , the house , the money , the cars , the jet .... which I am grateful for but what could I ever do with all of that at 20 years old . The one thing I was least expecting was to find out that my father left his multi- billion dollar company to a man i've never met .... well evidently I did but so long ago I couldn't remember . Even more shockingly my father had out in his will that if for any reason he passed before I was married or had a family of my own that he wished for me to live with this friend of his .

So now I'm packing away my life to move to Oregon . Im so nervous only because I haven't seen my fathers friend since I was probably 4 years old , i'm not very good with people i'm introverted and quiet. If I had the choice i'd stay here and live alone , sure id feel a bit sad and very lonely in the house without my dad but id feel comfortable in my own space . I know my father wouldn't want me to live with his friend or leave his company with him if he didn't fully trust that he would take very good care of us. My father was very selective with who he was close with and trusted , i'm the same way so I know that he must be a very good person which I guess settles my worries a little .

My fathers assistant has been here helping me with everything , she is in a way a motherly figure to me . Lina has been my fathers assistant since I was about 6 so she's been a very important person in our lives . She helped me get ready for school and with my school work when I struggled and my dad wasn't able to help , she drove me to school and would take me shopping . All around she did everything a mother would and i'm sad to have to leave her behind. " Y/n I know this is all scary for you but I know Matt well . He is a bit intimidating and cold but thats strictly when we talk business , your father loved him as a brother . He trusted him with you for a reason okay , i'll always be a phone call away you know that" Lina says as we pack up the last couple of things . " I know I just... I hate leaving you Lina , you're the closest thing i've had to a mother and it breaks my heart that I have to move away . This house , the place i've lived my entire life ... I know It will always be here and you'll take good care of it but its bittersweet leaving you know" I say as I try and hold back tears but fail when I see her crying . " I know my sweet girl , I hate that you have to leave but on the bright side this could be good for you , new environment and new things to inspire you for your art " she says and I smile " yeah you're right I know it will all be okay " I say as we share a long hug and the moving truck pulls up in the driveway .

After loading up all my things , lots of huge luggage filled with my clothes , shoes , makup , art supplies , easels, canvases, room decor, books and other random shit. Evidently Lina and Matt talked and he asked what I like my room to look like and the furniture designs I like , then went on and entire shopping spree to make my room and his house to my liking . It was sweet of him but I feel bad he went through all the trouble for me . We load my shit onto one of the many big ass private jets my dad owns ... well I guess I own now , and i'm off to Oregon. Evidently we're flying into a small airport Matt had built on a big strip of land he owns close to his house . I put my head phones and put on some storm sounds and decide to just sleep though the flight .

I get shaken awake by one of the staff I know well " Hey y/n were about to land sweetheart " she says softly and I smile " Thank you Lisa" I say as I slide off my headphones and put then back in the case and put them in my bag. My leg bounces nervously as we finally land down . Im getting more and more nervous the closer we get to me having to actually get off and greet Matt. Lina did tell me he wasn't as old as my father , evidently my dad had met him when he was intern fresh out of college and the friendship blossomed from there. So I don't know exactly how old he really is but with and educated guess id say late 20's early thirties.

" Ms. Y/n , we're going to start unpacking the lower cabin into the truck but you can go a head and meet Mr. Sturniolo outside and drive up to the house with him" James our pilot says . " Okay , thank you James . Im so glad you decided to stay on staff you truly are the best pilot we could have ever asked for " I say to him before giving him a hug. " You and your father are my favorite passengers , good luck here I think you're going to like it a lot" he says with a little wink before opening the door for me . I step out into a cool breeze immediately looking out to a foggy field surrounded by willow trees and what looks like a garden maze . I walk down the stairs carefully before looking around for said Matt.

" Y/n" I hear a deep voice say to my right and I practically snap my neck to see ... the hottest man i've ever seen in my life . " M-matt?" I ask shakily . " Yep thats me , how was the flight ?" he asks as he walks closer taking the bag that i'm holding then ushering me to a car. "Good I slept the whole time " I say smiling and he returns it " Im glad to hear that , were going to head up to the house so you can get settled in okay , after they bring all your luggage up and we get it inside we can go get some food if you'd like" he explains and I smile and nod " That would be great, I didn't realize how hungry I was until you mentioned it " I say with a small laugh as my stomach grumbles.

He starts up the car and I have to hold back my gasp from how loud it is , his car is so sexy . We pull away from the landing pad and start down a misty road lined with trees and intricate lamp posts . I look out the window taking in the new place i'll be living for, at this point ,I don't know how long. It's actually quite beautiful if i'm being honest. The amount of deep thick wood and forest , filled with deep fog and animals lurking in the shadows , its quite alluring . I cant wait to paint it , show the true darkness and dancing shadows in the fog , the vibe here is matching my mood lately .

We finally reach a gate and make our way through and up a long loop drive way , he parks and turns off the car . He gets out and comes to my side opening the door for me and offering me his hand to assist getting out , another kind gesture that makes me smile. " come ill show you to your room" he says as he keeps hold of my hand leading me up the stairs and through the large black door into a grande foyer , it feels like a mid evil castle inside and I love every bit of it. " Wow your house is ... just wow " I say as I look around , my mouth hung open as I follow every detail with my eyes. " Thank you but it's your house too now don't forget that , I want you to feel at home and comfortable here so if there is anything you'd want to change I have no problem doing that" he says smiling at me I return it with a small nod. He leads me up the beautiful stair case and into a long hallway going to the right instead of the left. " Your room is just down here " he says leading me down the long checker floored hall . I love the vibe of this house its very dark but it has the perfect gothic victorian look. " here you are " he says as he drops my hand and opens the door for me , I smile as I take in my new bedroom . It's perfect , the dark rich blue walls that almost look black, all black furniture and bedding god I love it. " Oh my god I love it " I say as I turn to him smiling . " Oh thank god I really tried my best to make it exactly how you'd like from what Lina told me but... if i'm going to be honest I was scared you would hate it" he says smiling softly at me jokingly wiping sweat off his forehead. " No really its perfect I love it , thank you for you know ... putting in that much money and effort for me to feel comfortable here it means a lot" I say wanting to give him a hug but i'm to scared to initiate it. He opens his arms for me and I immediately hug him .

It feels ... safe and warm . His broad shoulders and muscles tensing as he holds me tight makes me almost want to cry. I hold onto him like my life depends on it . Feeling a mans touch , a mans hug makes me miss my father even more . My dad gave the best hugs so having that feeling again has tears falling down my face in seconds . Matt shushes softly as he runs a hand softly over my hair and holds my head closer to his chest letting soak his shirt with my salty tears . " I know sweet I know let it all out" he coos making me cry harder as the emotions finally hit me . He slowly backs us to a chair as he sits pulling me with him . Im cooled into a ball on his lap as he rocks me softly as I let all my emotions out . It does feel a bit weird to be rocked and on a mans lap crying at the ripe age of 20 especially a man I barley know but... it feels right and I feel safe .

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up in bed hearing quite shuffling somewhere in my room. I sit up looking around finding Matt putting away clothes into the large walk in closet in my room . I sniffle making him turn around to look at me . " Hey sorry did I wake you ?" he asks and I shake my head " How long have I been asleep ?" I ask and he looks at his watch " About 9 hours" he says smiling at me " Oh shit i'm sorry , we were supposed to get food I didn't mean to fall asleep" I apologize feeling bad I slept through the night . " No its okay , you wore yourself out crying and you obviously needed the sleep " he says as he hang up a couple of my sweatshirts in the closet . " yeah I guess you're right... I haven't been sleeping well lately" I say running a hand through my messy hair and yawning . " Well what do you feel like doing today , we can go get some breakfast, cook here , watch a movie, go into town and walk around ... whatever you want to do " he says and I smile thinking over the options . " I kind of feel like going for a long walk actually and maybe some coffee" I say and he nods "Done and done , I'll let you get changed and stuff and you can meet me downstairs in the kitchen when your ready" he says smiling and making his way to the door " Hey Matt" I say softly and he turns " Yes" he says quietly " Thank you " I smile and he tilts his head smiling " For what?" he asks and I shrug " For letting me come live with you , for being so kind , making this room perfectly for me and letting me cry lat night ... I know this probably throws off your normal day to day life and having a girl in your house is probably a lot to adjust to so really just thank you" I ramble on and he smiles sweetly " Of corse y/n , your father made it clear to me from when you were young that if anything went wrong he wanted me ti be there for you and I made that promise to him 10 years ago and I intend to keep it for the rest of my life , I know this all seems scary and is a lot to take in but all you need to know if i'm happy your here and you are not a burden to me " he says and I smile as I choke up at his kind words . " Okay i'll let you get ready now " he says as he steps out and closes the door . I throw on some flare leggings that are lined with fleece and out on a thicker off shoulder sweater and some fuzzy socks . I find my make up and toiletry bag and head into my large bathroom . I wash my face and do my skin care and putting on bit of makeup , eye liner, blush , a but of bronzer , brow gel and some light brow mascara . I run my hands through my hair quickly then head out of my room to the stairs and take them down . Im not exactly sure which way the kitchen is so I just wander to the left hoping its the right way. The further I get I start to hear nose and get hopeful i'm going the right way . I take a right turn into the kitchen and see Matt at the long island making some coffee . " Hey " I say softly as I approach him . " Hey , I heard you like espresso so I made you like a um... what do you call it oh Carmel macchiato or at least I tried to " he says as he hands me the ice cold coffee and I smile " Thank you " I say before taking a sip , I cant help the moan that slips out of my mouth as I close my eyes . " Good" he asks laughing at my reaction " Best one i've ever had" I say smiling at him " Oh that cant be true you're just being nice" he says shaking his head smiling " No seriously it's really fucking good" I say and he smiles " Good i'm glad you like it" .

After finishing my coffee Matt gives a bit of a hard time about me needing to put on warmer clothes if we're going to go for a walk . Some could even call it a small argument .

" You're going to need some warmer clothes if were going for a walk" he told me and I laughed " Oh come on ill be fine its not that cold" I told him and he shook his head " Yes it is y/n it is 48 degrees outside right now , you need to put on warmer clothes " he told me with a stern look " I don't want to i'll be fine " I told him crossing my arms stubbornly " If you don't put on warmer clothes were aren't going of a walk" he shot back with a glare and I laughed " Are you serious right now" I asked him and he shot me a look " Yes now go upstairs and change" he told me before pointing to the hallway and giving me a hard glare . " Wow one day in and your already ordering me around like your my dad ... I don't know who you think you are telling me what to do i'm not a child " I spit back with attitude which didn't seem to make him very happy " Your living under my roof until that changes ill tell you what to do and you'll listen is that understood " He has said to me in a tone that had me fuming . " Oh your roof now right right you know what . fuck . you. Matt " I had growled back at him before running out of the house and onto a path leading into thick foggy woods.

Now I seem to be lost and im fucking freezing . I am now realizing running away into these woods wasn't the bets idea . In the moment I was angry with him ordering me around so soon but ... now that use been out here for probably 2 hours I wish I had just listened to him and put on warmer clothes. The further I walk I start to see water in the distant fog . I reach the small clearing , i'm met by a small little pond swamp type of thing . I look to my left and see a grave heard in the distance and decide to wait out there till I either decide to magically find my way back home or some one to somehow find me.

I reach the grave yard and a chill runs down my spine , its slowly getting darker and more foggy creating a creepy vibe over the surrounding area. I would normally think this was beautiful but right now , i'm scared and cold and very much regretting my decision to run away. I find a small bench to sit on . I sit and think about how terrible my life is going as of right now. My dad just died last month , I up routed my entire life here, I have no friends , I know no one here and I just got into a fight with the only person who seems to care about me here .

The longer is sit here the more scared I get. I swear I keep hearing sounds around me , crackling branches , whispers in the distance and animals howling . The fog has become thick blurring my line of vision in every direction . Now that I think about it , I might have matts number in my phone . I bring it out of my pocket and look through my contacts searching for his number . I fine it and immediately dial praying to god he picks up , just my luck my phone is a bout to die which makes this situation that much worse. After 5 rings he picks up . " Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR 3 HOURS" he yells through the phone sounding angry but also worried " A- a graveyard , I got lost I don't know where I am and i'm scared " I rush out and I hear him sigh through the phone " Its okay I know where you are , stay there okay ill be there as fast as I can " he says as I hear tires screech in the background . " o-okay ... i'm sorry Matt I didn't mean to get lost for so long " I say quietly as tears threaten to spill . " Its okay I know you didn't mean too , i'm sorry for yelling I was just worried " He apologizes his tone calm now. " We will be having a talk when we get home okay , i'm not mad we just need to set some rules" he says and I sigh " Yes sir" I answer not even realizing how weird it was , i'm so used to saying it to my dad when we would argue and it just naturally slipped out . I hear him clear his throat before speaking "Okay i'm pulling up to the gate just look for head lights okay" he says and I look around " Okay I see them i'm walking to you now" I say as I get up and start towards the lights in the distance .

The second I reach the door I open it quietly claiming in not looking at him out of fear. " I was really worried y/n " He says as he starts driving away " I- I know i'm sorry I won't do it again" I say before a tear slips down my cheek . I feel terrible for the way I acted towards him , I mean fuck he took me in and this is how I thank him on the first day of living together .

We drive in silence until we park in the drive way and head into the house . " Come to the living room " he says and I follow behind him quietly . He sits in front of the fire place that currently has a crackling fire immuring heat into the room . I sit next to him on the floor curling my legs to my chest and resting my head on my knees . " so first things first . i'm sorry for ordering you around this morning , I didn't mean to act like I did and i'm sorry , second that can never happen again you could have seriously been hurt out in the forest all alone and third we need to talk about some other things so we can keep this from happening again" he says and I nod along " I accept your apology and i'm sorry too , I over reacted and worried you and that was not what I wanted to do , I guess I just... i'm not used to being reprimanded like that and I blew it out of proportion so again i'm sorry and any rules you set I will obey from now on I promise " I say and look over at him to see him smiling , I smile back and he puts an arm around my shoulder pulling me close to his side .

" Okay here are a couple ground rules , If I tell you to put on warmer clothes to go outside don't fight me on it i'm doing it for your own good , no wandering around in the garden or woods unless I know your going and you share your location in the case you get lost and I need to find you , last communicate your feeling with me so we can avoid situations like today I don't want to fight with you its not beneficial to either of us and honestly it feels wrong reprimanding you as If your a child , you're an adult and I would like to be able to treat you as such okay" he says and I smile " I understand and I will do my best to obey the rules " I say and he smiles " Good now that that is over with , go change and well go get some dinner i'm hungry and I know you must be too" he says and I nod laughing " starving actually" I respond before getting up and jogging upstairs to my room . I throw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and some tines shoes then head back down to meet him in the foyer.

We went and had some good food and talked a lot about my dad and Matt seemed to be very interested in my interests . " I know you love painting so I took it upon myself to covert one of the rooms into a art room for you , i'll show you when we get home " he says smiling kindly at me . " That very kind of you" I say smiling at him feeling an over whelming feeling of comfort but also sadness. We head home after a while and i'm practically running into the house because for one its freezing and I have to pee really bad. " Someone is in a rush " he says laughing before unlocking the door " I have to pee" I yell as I sprinting up the stairs to my room .

I head back down stairs after using the bathroom and getting ready for bed , wearing my comfiest pajamas that are slightly skimpy but I never really cared about keeping it modest if i'm just going to be sleeping.

I hear music from the living room and follow it only to walk in seeing the music is coming from Matt playing a grand piano that is set up in front of the large windows looking out into the dark misty forest behind the house. " Claire de lune?" I ask smiling and slowly walking over to the piano . " Yeah its one of my favorite classical songs" he says looking up at me but still playing the piece beautifully. He cocks his head motioning for me to come and sit next to him. I do and watch as his fingers dance over the keys expertly . He finishes the song and taps my thigh softly " Any song you want to hear ?" he asks and I think for a second " Sonata 14?" I say more as a question than answer . He smiles widely before nodding . The second he starts to play I close my eyes and smile listening as he plays it beautifully . I took ballet classes from the age of 4 and stopped when I was 18 . I loved it so much but in injured my foot and it ended my dancing years. " keep playing ill be back" I whisper before running to my room and finding my point shoes in one of the snacked boxes.

I run back down with them in hand smiling . Good thing this house is mostly tile and wood , meaning it gives me a good surface to dance on. This living room is so large that I have a lot of room to dance . " Blair Claire de lune again pretty please " I say as I finish tying up my shoes . He smiles and nods as he finished the last song and slowly moves into Claire de lune again .

I move fluidly as I barre quickly backwards in a line and slowly move into turns . I smile as I move with the music feeling like myself again for the first time in weeks. As I finish a turn he stops playing ad I open my eyes still smiling looking over to see him staring at me with a look I cant quite place .

I walk over to him breathing slightly hard from all of the turns I just did . " That was beautiful " he says smiling at me . " Your amazing at playing piano" I compliment back and he shakes him head " Eh i'm okay I guess" he says making me laugh and lightly smack his shoulder " Your amazing " I say and I swear I see a light blush cover his cheeks.

I take my shoes off and he gets up " Come on ill show you your art room " he says and I follow behind him down a long hall to the right . We walk right into a gorgeous sun room that is now covered in different easels and multiple different sized canvases , shelves littered with every type of paint I could ever need all organized by color .

" Aww Matt ... this is amazing t-thank you " I say as I look around feeling overwhelmed . I feel tears sting my eyes , i'm honestly embarrass by how much i've cried infant of him already. " Come here " he says opening his arms for a hug . I immediately hug him tight crying thanking him over and over again . " I want you to know I really do care for you y/n , truly I want to give you the world just like your father did , and if art is what makes you happy then I will spend every ounce I have until this room is filled with supplies to last you forever " He whispers to me while soothingly running his hand over my hair . " Thank you Matt really , I - I don't know how to thank you but I - I feel cared for and after the month I have had you've made me happy so thank you really from the bottom of my heart " I say looking up at him smiling . He uses his thumbs to wipe my tears and places a soft kiss on my head . " Oh I also installed blue tooth speakers in the ceiling so you can play your music as loud as you want while you paint " he says smiling down at me . " Won't that disturb you though?" I ask and he smiles " No for the most part i'll be in the city for work but I will be spending a couple months working from home just until you settle in fully and are comfortable enough to be here alone " he says a nod " sounds good to me " I shrug smiling at him .

" Okay I have one last surprise in the garage for you" he says and I look at him confused " Oh come on you'll love it " He says grabbing my hand and ushering me towards the garage . We walk through the house and as soon as we reach the door he covers my eyes with his hands " Okay open the door and then carefully walk down the steps , there are 5 steps okay?" he says and I nod smiling feeling excited but scared i'm going to bust my shit . I carefully walk down the steps and sigh when I reach level ground " Okay take 6 step forward and then stop " he instructs and I do . he pulls his hands away and I open my eyes , jaw dropping when I see the most beautiful convertible . It's my literal dream car . " MATT WHAT this - this cant be for me ..." I say as I stare at him in shock " Oh it is . It's all yours" he says smiling as he hands me the keys . I squeal as I jump onto him hugging him giggling in excitement . " It wasn't all me ... your dad he um , he had told me a while ago that this was your dream car but he could never find one so I had been searching for it for a while . I found it and bought it for an amazing price but I had to have it reconstructed and fixed up but I know the red seating was the biggest part you loved so I had someone makes custom red leather seats for you " he says and I smile " Thank you thank you thank you " I repeat crying happy tears . I may have grown up with money but I was not raised like a spoiled brat . My dad spent his money wisely and never let me become the type of stuck up rich kid like so many others I grew up around . So having Matt go through all the trouble to make my room exactly how id like, remodel and entire room into a art studio for me and spend thousands of dollars on my dream car for me makes me feel so loved .

" You happy with it ?" he asks and I laugh " Are you kidding words cant even describe how this all has made me feel , I love it so much Matt thank you " I say bringing him back in for a long hug . " How about a little test drive huh?" I ask him wiggling my eyebrows making him laugh . " Okay go grab your shoes and a coat and we'll take it for a spin" he says and I immediately run giggling in excitement all the way to my closet throwing on a coat and shoes and running back down . " Woah fucking shit slow down slow down before you hurt yourself " he says as I run into the garage so fast I barrel into him kicking us both off of our feet . He groans from the fall to the floor as I burst out laughing apologizing through tears from laughing so hard " S-sorry oh my god I d-didnt mean to take you down like t-that" I say still laughing . " Alright crazy lets get this bad boy started up" he says as he helps me up from the floor and opens the car door for me . I climb in and wait for him to get situated in his seat before I turn on the car and smile eyes widening when I hear the loud engine start.

We get out of the driveway and onto the road and i'm immediately smiling as we Cruze through the windy roads . Its dark and a little foggy but I just cant believe i'm driving my dream car .

Matt had some upgrades done to the radio so I have a touch screen , navigation, back up camera and bluetooth. I connect my phone when we hit a stop sign and start playing Rx queen by deftones . He looks at me shocked " what?" I ask smiling and he smiles " Just shocked you listen to this band is all" he says laughing . " I loveeee deaftones" I say and he smiles " same " he says before turning it up . After driving around for probably 30 minuets were pulling back into the garage .

" Im exhausted" I say with a yawn and he nods agreeing " Me too , need anything before we head off to bed ?" he asks and I think " Mm some water and then I'm out" I say and he nods heading to the kitchen to fill up a cup for me . He hands me the ice cold water and gives me a quick hug before heading to bed. " I'll be up early , I have a couple important zoom meetings tomorrow so i'll be in my office most of the day but if you need me come and knock alright" he says and I nod " okay good night" I say waving good bye as I make my way to my room .

The second I hit the bed and rip off my clothes , shoes and socks and am left in just my under wear I turn on the fan and put on a movie I don't care about , I turn off the lights and fall asleep .

Ive only been here three days now but i'm already starting to like living here . Its a beautiful state and Matt has been amazing . Im excited to see more of what Oregon has to offer and growing closer to Matt hopefully building a better relationship and feeling comfortable to fully be myself around him .