#matt fluff

[lillysturns]

okay so i don’t like this😓

[mattsslvtt]

Apology.

Warnings; explicit content, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, fake sympathy, overstimulation, pussy drunk!matt, finger sucking (let me know if I forgot anything)

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"Ma, please! m' sorry, I've said it a million times!" Matt pleads as he follows you down the hall trying to get you to talk to him about the argument that you two just had — which resulted in you crying..

"No matt, I don't wanna talk!" You shout over your shoulder, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom

"Angel you know I didn't mean to make you cry.." he whines loudly, still following you around like a lost puppy.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it matt! You still made me cry- and I need space.." you murmur, spinning around to look at him, your eyes still red and puffy

"Please cara mia.. I'm so sorry.." he reaches out and grabs your hands, pulling you closer to him, he continues holding your hands firmly as he slowly gets down on his knees in front of you "I'm so sorry" he whispers, staring up at you.

"Matt.. get up you look stupid" you try to pull your hands from his grasp but hes holding them to tight "let me apologize.. please angel..?" He begs, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Wha— " you cut yourself off, realization washing over you, it's his favorite way of apologizing, you should know by now! Silly you.

"Please cara mia.. let me show you just how sorry I am.." he mumbles, the smirk on his face only growing

"Ok.. fine, show me how sorry you are matt" you roll your eyes, your skirt is yanked down in a millisecond, shortly after so is your underwear, he stands up and pushes you back onto the bed. He hooks his arms under your thighs and scoots you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off, he looks up at you for permission and you nod.

Not even a second later his tounge is sliding through your already wet folds, your head is lazily tossed back and your lips parted Slightly, your hands slowly find the back of Matt's head and grab fistfuls of his hair, he hums happily against you which only increases the pleasure, soft whimpers leaving your mouth and your eyes starting to water Slightly.

He drags his mouth down your sensitive cunt, his tounge slipping inside your dripping pussy, his nose pressed against your clit, he glances up at you through his eye lashes, admiring how your face twists in pleasure as he fucks you with his tounge.

He takes his mouth away suddenly, making you groan in frustration "matt.. what are you-" you suck in a sharp breath as two fingers are quickly stuffed into your aching pussy, and just as you start adjusting to them he starts pumping them quickly, making a few tears roll down your cheeks "ma— att!" You hiccup, his finger tips brushing against that spot that makes your body tremble.

"Yeah? Feels good ma?" He teases, pulling his fingers all the way out before slamming them back in, making a loud cry rip through your throat "I asked you a question" matt says, taking his fingers out of your puffy cunt, earning himself a loud whine from you "y-yes! It feels good matt jus— please.. jus please keep goin.." you plead, your hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks.

"Good girl, that's all I wanted to hear" he soothes you with his gentle words before stuffing your needy pussy with his fingers again, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold onto as another loud moan slips from your lips.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, while his two fingers continue fucking into your soaked cunt, his eyes locked on your face, watching you fall apart just for him, he slowly drives his fingers deeper, his finger tips kissing your g-spot with every pump, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to form, you babble nonsense at matt, trying to tell him your gonna cum "m-matt.. im— please! Matt- im-.." is all you managed to get out "I know ma" he mutters quietly, adding more pressure to your clit, making your eyes fill with tears once again as you feel the knot snap, pleasure washing over you in waves, just as you catch your breath you realize matt hasn't stopped.

"Matt—.. no please matt- I can't! Matt I cant!" You choke, tears dripping down your face "aw poor baby.." he says sarcastically "m-matt please! s' too much! I- I cant!" You whimper, your back arching off the bed and your legs trembling "you can ma, you can" he whispers firmly.

He takes his other hand off your thigh and bring his hand up to your face shoving 2 fingers into your mouth to silence your crys, your lips instinctively wrap around them. Matt pushes down on your tounge gently, his fingers still pumping into your sore pussy.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel that knot slowly forming again, matt can tell and slowly curls his fingers upwards, hitting that spot just right, not even a second later pleasure racks over your body, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cum again "see? I knew you could angel" he praises, carefully slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth, licking every drop off of them.

"I- I accept your apology.." you huff, lazily reaching up for him, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head "that's my girl"

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[petertingle-yipyip]

DONT BE A FOOL - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x wife!reader

Word Count: 2, 156

Summary: After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

//follow-up to three empty words but can probably be read on its own. i realize i lost the original plot so if it’s too bothersome, i’ll rewrite it// rewrite/part three?

The next morning, you refused to dilly dally your morning routine. Your shower was quick, your hair and makeup remained simple. Even your outfit was more or less the first thing you grabbed from your closet. You gathered all of your papers - which you hadn’t gotten around to grading the night before - and your laptop before Matt’s alarm had even gone off.

You skipped making breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way to work instead, and hustled out the door. You ignored the still sleeping figure of Elektra on your couch even though your brain wanted to soak her with cold water and kick her out. You did slam the door on your way out but that was just to satisfy your own anger.

You walked into your classroom and let out a loud sigh as you dropped into your deskchair. You were thankful to be out of the house, in your own space for the time being. As you began grading the papers and piling them according to the hours, your mind wandered back to the night before. You wondered if Elektra would be out of your apartment when you got back. You wondered if Matt would tell Foggy and Karen that you two got into a fight last night. You then found yourself wondering if Matt was actually going to go to work that morning.

You realized you were staring blankly at the student’s worksheet in front of you so you shook the thoughts and focused on the daunting stacks before you.

Most of the hours were business as usual. Your normal rowdy students were a bit extra, but that might’ve been due to your already grated nerves more than their own behaviors. It wasn’t until the hour before lunch that you found some of your students more huddled and secretive than usual.

“What are you doing in the corner?” You called, peaking over your computer at the small group. “There’s, what, five minutes till the bell?”

“Mrs. Murdock, what’s your husband’s name?” One of the girls, Liv, asked with an innocent expression. The same one she gave you when she explained her lacking assignments.

“Matthew.” You titled down your screen to see them better. “Why?”

“What does he do again?”

“Lawyer. Why?”

“Is he handsome?” Another girl, Nicole, asked with wiggling eyebrows.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at your middle schoolers.

“Yes, very.” You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.”

“And if he’s a lawyer, he’s gotta be smart, right?”

“Again, very. He went to Columbia.”

“So like… Is he why you’re so sad today?” Blake, the only boy in the group, chimed in with a nonchalant shrug.

“Guys.” You frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m not sad. Me and Mr. Murdock are fine. We’re happily married. And you should be worried about your own relationship drama, not mine.”

“So you admit there’s drama?” Nicole countered quickly.

“Between Blake and Emmy? Yes.” You nodded and Emmy’s jaw dropped while her friends poked her teasingly. “Between me and Mr. Murdock, no.”

“Mhmm.. So why is the photo face down?”

“What?”

“The photo by your computer.” She came across the room and lifted the frame near your laptop that was in fact, face down. “You told us on the first day that this was one your favorite photos and you have it on it’s face… There’s drama, Mrs. Murdock.”

“You’re very observant, Nicole. Thank you.” You said flatly as you took the frame from her hands and set it in it’s rightful position. “I must’ve knocked it over when I was trying to find you and Liv’s missing portfolio project.” “You can’t deflect, Mrs. M.” Liv added from across the room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Y’know what.” You announced, standing from your desk. “The bell rings in less than two minutes. You guys can all go to lunch early.”

A chorus of questions arose while you heard the door being pushed open.

“They can’t write you all up.” You shrugged and dropped back in your chair while the meddling group made their way into the hall.

The girls continued to whisper to themselves and glanced back at you, to which you shooed them away. When you were finally alone in your classroom, you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed a hand over your eyes.

Usually, you adored having open communication with your students because that meant they trusted you. But at the same time, that meant they felt entitled to know your life story whether you like it or not. The bell echoed in your ears so you spun your chair to the small fridge under your desk that held your lunch.

You clicked play on a playlist from your laptop and began eating your lunch, typing away to enter in grades. You knew you should just do nothing, scroll mindlessly on your social medias instead or maybe even call Foggy to ensure Matt made it to work, but the busy work for your eyes, head, and hands felt better. Plus, you weren’t exactly sure what you would’ve said that could’ve gotten your question answered without being a dead giveaway. So you kept working instead.

“MRS. MURDOCK!” Liv nearly yelled as she burst through your door, maybe halfway through the lunch hour. “OHMYGODYOULLNEVERBELIEVE-”

“Liv!” You said in shock, nearly dropping your water bottle. “What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“Look at this!” She hurried across and showed you her phone screen. Oddly enough, it was a photo of the back of a man exiting a taxi. What stood out to you was the white cane in his hand.

“It’s a guy getting out a cab.” You tried to reason, gently pushing her phone away. “That’s what you ran in here to tell me?”

“But he’s blind!”

“So it seems.”

“Don’t you know what this means?” She insisted with a small stomp.

You simply shrugged and raised your brows.

“It’s Mr. Murdock! He came to apologize!”

“Liv, I appreciate your concern for my marriage but we’re fine, okay? It’s not like he and I are heading towards a divorce. We’re just in a bit of an argument. It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you so…” She gestured vaguely to you.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go back to your lunch, please. I have to finish these.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Mrs. M, just-”

“Liv, boundaries, please.”

“Just listen!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Go back to your lunch.”

She huffed slightly but retreated to the door. As she was heading out, she nearly ran into one of the monitors.

“Sorry to intrude, Y/N.” The monitor said as she popped her head in. “I have a visitor for you.”

“Another one of my kids being a problem?” You sighed and wheeled yourself a bit further from your desk. “Send ‘em in. They can sit in the corner till next class.”

“Actually, I think you’ll be glad to see this one.” She smiled knowingly and reached for something outside the doorframe.

Before you could voice another question, she ushered Matt through the door. He said his usual thanks for being guided and the monitor gave you an approving nod and thumbs up. She mouthed a very not subtle ‘He’s very handsome’. You smiled awkwardly in agreement but once the door closed, you rolled your eyes and went back to your gradebook.

“Could’ve called.” You said simply.

“I didn’t think you would answer.” Matt replied honestly.

“Probably wouldn’t have… Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I couldn’t focus.”

You heard the clicks of him folding his cane as he wandered around your classroom. You peaked up to watch him manueaver the desks with such ease that for a split second, you forgot he was blind. You watched him run his fingers along the bulletin board you had on one wall, leading into the standards and other required signage you had up.

“Did she leave?” You asked and returned to your prior task. You knew if you watched him for too long, he’d know and he’d show you that stupid lopsided smirk that he did.

“She was still pretty weak when I left.” He said and there was a slight sadness in his voice. Though if someone asked if it was for Elektra or your argument, you wouldn’t have been able to say. “But I did ask Stick to find somewhere else to take her to recover if she can’t leave on her own by the time someone gets home.”

“Chivalrous.” You made a face behind your computer screen. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that.”

He sighed slightly and you mumbled a short complaint to yourself before scooting away from your desk and spinning in your chair to face him, just as he appeared at your side. You folded your hands over your stomach and leaned back in your chair, giving an exaggerated sigh and nod for him to talk.

“Y/N, last night, I said something I shouldn’t have.” He began carefully, as if he was following a carefully rehearsed speech. For all you knew, he had rehearsed it with Foggy that morning before he showed up. “I let Stick push me and I just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But she shouldn’t be the first thing, right?” You said softly with a small shrug. “Stick shouldn’t be able to push you into saying that, whether you meant it or not.”

“You’re right.” He admitted and your brows went up slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that. You are the only woman that I want to be with. I married you, without any hesitation. I never had second thoughts or second thoughts or anything. You, Y/N Murdock, have my heart.”

You nodded slowly but said nothing as you stood. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, him offering a hopeful expression in return. You broke into a small smile and nudged him with your shoulder before moving past him. He followed you almost instantly and you took him to the wall on the other side of your desk near the window.

“The kids started calling this the Sweetheart’s Spotlight.” You said quietly with a small smile. “They keep a polaroid camera in one of the cubbies and every Friday, they rearrange the couples in order of their favorites… They made me put a photo of us on here, too.”

“Where do we rank?” He smiled slightly.

“We’ve been number one since it started.” You laughed. “They tell me that you’re the best by default since I’m their favorite teacher.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know I’m still upset, right?” You said carefully when the air was too light between you two.

“I know.” He nodded. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“But I also don’t want to hold onto this fight. So here’s an idea. Elektra’s out of the apartment today. You two finish whatever crusade you’re on. You make sure you don’t get yourself killed. She leaves New York and it’s all put to bed.”

“Consider it done.” He nodded. “And I know better than to get myself killed. I’ve got it too good to die.”

“Yeah because then I’m a widow and there’s not much life insurance to cash in on.” You joked as the lunch bell rang.

“I should get going.” He nodded before gently taking your hand. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.” You said softly as your students started filing in.

“OHMYGOD.” One of your students yelled and you closed your eyes tightly, quietly groaning in embarrassment. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?”

“Yes, Luna.” You said, feeling the blush across your cheeks. “This is Mr. Murdock and he’s leaving.”

You pulled Matt towards the door as he laughed. Your kids yelled questions that you tried to ignore until Matt stopped, pulling you to stop with him.

“It’s career week!” One of the boys yelled. More so a demand.

“I’m aware, Jack.” You nodded. “What does that have to do with this?”

“He’s not here to talk to us about lawyers?” The boy’s head cocked as he asked his question.

“That’s exactly why I’m here.” Matt grinned and you groaned again. “Let’s give Mrs. Murdock a break, right?”

“You’re so dead.” You threatened quietly with a laugh before heading back to your chair. 

“Okay, kids.” You announced. “He’s blind and can’t write. I’m not getting up. Take your own notes and keep your questions relevant to his career, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Murdock.” They all answered.

“All yours, Mr. Murdock.” You gestured before returning to grading and the personal questions started flying.

“How did you guys meet?!”

“What’s her favorite color?!”

“Did you see the wall?!” “He can’t see!”

“Are they always this rowdy?” He asked you with a slight laugh.

“You’re new and exciting.” You shrugged. “Take it as a compliment.”

[vainilladollie]

fruitcake fifth track ; is it new years yet?

pairing ; shy!matt x fem!reader

summary ; matt and you had a fight on new year’s morning, so you decide to apologise by making him feel good.

warning(s) ; mdni. smut. oral | blow job (m!receiving) established relationship. makeup blow job. semi public sex. creampie. me writing after months be sweet or i’ll end crying (IM SERIOUS) ik the song it’s sad BUT im ovulating so leave me alone please AND OMG THE SANTA PART IS SO GOOD??? genuinely this song makes me wanna dance

❛ december is a prison

it just makes me miss him

is it new years yet?

im gettin' bored, so can we skip ahead? ౨ৎ

“shh..kay?” you said pressing your index finger against matt's lips, who would have babbled a thousand gibberish in the last 4 minutes, in which you managed to drag him to the guest bathroom, after unzipping his jean, you pulled his pants down using the car keys he never seemed to put away; always hanging on his pants or belt.

“matty..” you murmured softly forming a smile as your hand massaged his noticeable bulge. “doll...? w-we shouldn’t be doin' thi-” matt said as he nervously glanced at his watch, it would soon be new year and they would probably notice you two were missing. “matt, listen! im really..sorry” you said as you left a kiss on the tip of matt's cock, your hand around pumping his length, licking the traces of pre-semen, slowly you began to suck the tip; to slowly continue to move forward, leaning back with your hand still holding his dick, giggling at matt's nervous babbling.

“are you gonna forgive me?” you asked separating yourself for a moment from his probably aching cock, matt let out a moan, his hands shyly bringing your face closer to his member, immediately taking the opportunity and getting the message, you let your tongue start swirling again around his shaft, going all the way down you just could keep moving your head, bobbing up and down faster, synchronized, matt looked at you with his lips slightly parted his heart beating faster as such a beautiful sigh. spit dribbles down your chin, your lips stretched obscenely around his girth, so pretty just for him, you were hurrying as matt helped you with his hands, his breathing was getting more and more agitated, in a quick movement you broke away and looked at matt, trying to heard to what he was saying.

“doll...im..” matt started but you quickly began to ask awkwardly before he could finish his phrase. “so, you forgive me, m-” but before you could finish matt pushed your face against him, and all his discharge crashed against your lips, and immediately, matt panicked. “i...fuck, let me help you” matt said pulling up his pants, wiping your face with a wet towel, totally preoccupied, but you just asked, “is it new years yet?” maybe he already forgive you.

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; ik this song is supposed to be sad, but i have cold and im ovulating so ur asking me too much, sorry if this is bad or something :( love you for reading this btw!

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don’t use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

[pepsiboyy]

CRUISE CONTROL.

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader summary: with your parents arguing and the volume growing increasingly loud, you text your boyfriend matt to take you on a drive to clear your mind. warnings: established relationship, use of y/n lol, parents arguing, fluff, reckless driving if u squint a/n: i was driving home one night. really sad. and wanted to stick my head out the window. and got this idea. it's litterally just a little drabble sorry it's kinda bad but i think it's cute lowkey ANYWAY ENJOY

it was times like these where i allowed my mind to wander. staring at my ceiling, led lights on their lowest setting and alex g desperately trying to make its way into my head at full volume through my earbuds. no matter how high i turned it up, nothing tuned out the sounds of screaming and clashing and banging on the other side of the wall.

the deep circles under my eyes were particularly prominent about now. no matter how hard i tried, i couldn't seem to fall asleep.

the distortion in my earbuds due to the loud volume began to annoy me and i ripped them out by the cord for some relief, but i was immediately reminded of the sound of my parents.

i quickly reached for my phone and unlocked it, going into my messages and finding matt. i began typing, attempting to get my mind away from the sound of my parents screaming.

i dropped my phone in my lap as i took a deep breath.

now for the hard part.

i carefully sat up and made my way to my closet to grab one of matt's hoodies that he had left over and pulled it over myself, keeping my pajama pants on.

i carefully slipped on some socks and checkered vans before making my way to my bedroom door.

a deep sigh escaped my lips.

gently, i pushed the door opened and tip-toed out of my room, ignoring the increasing volume of my parents shouting. i flew down the stairs and to the front door, biting my lip harshly as i slipped out and quickly shut the door behind me.

silence.

i pressed my back against the front door and slid down it, my hands covering my face as i took in a deep breath and let out a shaky breath.

all that i could hear was the soft breeze and the sound of my breathing.

the outdoors is such a peaceful place, i thought. i should come out here more often.

the sound of tires against the gravel caused me to lift my head and quickly scramble to my feet, making my way to the van in front of my home.

matt met me halfway and pulled me into a tight hug, gently resting his head on top of mine and allowing a hand to rub my upper back gently in circles.

"you okay?" he questioned softly, his voice so gentle as if i were going to crack if he spoke any louder.

"'m okay." i mumbled against his chest, gently pulling away and smiling at him reassuringly.

matt's eyes scanned my expression, and he nodded softly as he caressed my cheek and gently took me by my hand. "let's go for a ride, okay?"

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nights like these were my favorite.

nights where matt gave me the aux, his hand on my thigh as we drove absolutely everywhere but at the same time, nowhere. flying down the road going heinous speeds, no set destination, matt and i simply had each other and that was what mattered to us most in these moments.

with all of the windows down and the music all the way up, i bit my lip as i smiled at matt.

a thought ran through my mind that i couldn't seem to resist.

my hand gently ran over matt's that was on my leg, taking his hand in my own and setting it to the side.

matt shot me a glance in confusion. "you okay?"

i smiled and nodded as i unbuckled my seatbelt.

"y/n-"

"don't worry," i smiled as i sat up and pressed a button, opening the sunroof and sitting up.

for the sake of matt's sanity, i gently held his hand and lifted my head out of the window, smiling as i felt the wind immediately hit my skin and my hair. my eyes felt like they desperately needed to close, but i didn't care.

most would think this is psycho, or i look stupid.

for some reason, each gust of air that brushed past me felt like a wave of relief.

about fifteen seconds went by and i sat back down in the car, smiling at matt who couldn't help but giggle at my expression.

"you feel better?" he questioned, and i nodded happily. "can i fix your hair?" he chuckled, and i nodded as my face grew warm.

matt, after pulling into a gas station and parking by a gas pump, gently reached over and took my stands between his fingers as he flattened them and fixed the stray ones. he gently ran his finger against my cheek and smiled at me, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips.

i smiled against his lips and gently squeezed his hand, our fingers tightly intertwined, before he pulled away and smiled at me.

"go get your gas, i'll be waiting here for you." i whispered.

matt nodded as he rolled the windows down and pressed one more quick peck to your cheek before opening the door and getting out.

i let out a deep breath as i looked at my fingers, smiling to myself.

matt always knew how to make me feel better. whether it be talking through emotions with me or as simple as just existing beside me, he was the best.

matt leaned into the car, his arms against the bottom of the rolled down window as he smiled at me warmly, and i turned to him.

"wanna spend the night tonight?" he questioned.

it was tempting, but i knew i needed to be home tonight. if my parents were going to be angry at me any night, it would be tonight.

"i'll go home tonight, but i would love to tomorrow if the offer still stands." i smiled.

he held out his pinkie with a soft smile, and i locked my pinkie with his.

"the offer is always standing for you, y/n."

-

i sighed as i undid my seatbelt.

"you gonna be okay?"

i turned to matt and nodded with a soft smile, beginning to get out of the car. matt did the same and walked with me to my doorstep, gently taking both of my hands in his once we arrived.

"call me if you need anything, or anyone to talk to.. i'll be here, okay?" he smiled.

i nodded as i let out a deep breath and leaned into matt, pulling him into a tight hug.

"thank you matt." i whispered, and matt smiled as he hugged me back tightly, hands running against my back again.

"of course, my love." he bit his lip as he pulled away and smiled at me, leaning down for one last kiss.

i hummed softly against his lips before we both pulled away.

"drive safe." i told him before opening my front door and stepping inside.

the silence was loud.

i assume my parents fell asleep.

i made my way up the stairs carefully and let out a deep sigh as i kicked off my shoes and laid against my sheets.

sometimes some loud music and company is all you need, and tonight helped me with my loud thoughts and parents. but it also helped me realize how much matt truly means to me.

i couldn't be more grateful.

[ikyoudreamofme]

Accident-MS

summary: You get a call from Matt but it’s not the call you ever expected.

C/W: car accident,mentions of blood and cuts, pre-established relationship, use of y/n.

A/n:Part 2 is out!

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“Hi y/n? This is Dr Sharp at Los Angeles General Hospital calling, you are Matts emergency contact along with two others. He has been involved in a car accident and has serious injuries.”

~☃️~

I’ve been cleaning my house all day as Matt was coming over soon and I want it to look presentable. I just finished putting away the laundry falling down onto the couch with a loud exhale. I got a call from Matt smiling at my phone answer the call. “Hey Matt.” I say my voice going a little higher at my excitement. The voice on the other line wasn’t the usual voice I’d hear. I freeze staring blankly at the table, listening to the man, my smile of joy falls into a face of worry. The call goes silent for a few seconds before I’m able to speak. “uh..have you called his brothers?” I say my voice shaky holding back sobs. the voice on the other end of the phone says no. I hang up looking for Nick’s contact through blurred vision I press ‘call’.

After the second ring he picks up “y/n? Matts not here,you okay?” He enquires. I take a deep breath in. “Nick it’s Matt. The hospital called me he got in an accident. They said it’s bad.” I blurt out, voice cracking. I hear Nick get up shouting to Chris for him to get out of his room. “I’m going to the hospital now I’m gonna pick you up.” I say before hanging up and letting Nick tell Chris.

We get to the hospital and the doctor’s words, ‘serious injuries’, replay in my head. “we’re looking for Matt Sturniolo” Chris asks the lady behind the counter. She’s asks us who we are to the patient. “I’ll get you his doctor for now you can wait here.” She points to rows of chairs behind us. As we wait I play with my fingers, my leg bouncing up and down as all the worst things that could happen run through my head. A doctor walks over to us his badge saying the same name as the doctor who called me. He warns us that Matt is out of surgery but still sedated to manage his pain, he may be asleep for a few more hours but when he wakes up he will still be groggy. The doctor told us Matt had sustained internal bleeding cause blood to enter his lungs and a broken arm that they had to move back to place. The worst part is Matt might not ever wake up again.

Every step closer to his room my heart sped up thumps getting louder and louder. My stomach felt empty when I opened the door seeing the bruises that scatter his face and collarbone and a cast on his right arm that lays beside him. Machines beep around his bed, I turn around looking at Chris and Nick their eyes, fixated on their brother, filling up with tears threatening to spill down their cheeks. I pulled a chair closer to the bed grabbing his hand resting my head next to it. “please wake up..” I whisper repeatedly to Matt.

~☃️~

After an hour or two sitting in Matt’s hospital room doctors coming in every 20 minutes for check ups I fall into a light sleep my head resting on the edge of the bed. “y/n?” A hoarse voice talks. I look up seeing Matts eyes just barely open. My mouth drops letting out a sigh of relief, as I sit up hugging him carefully, kissing the top of his head. “Oh My God Matt you’re okay.” I say telling myself more than him. He hums in response. His brothers get up repeating a similar hug to mine.

The doctor checks his injuries giving him morphine to manage his pain. “He has to stay for the night so we can monitor him closely” The doctor tells us. I look down at Matt rubbing my thumb across the back of his hand reaussuringly. Chris and Nick go back to theirs grabbing some things for Matt.

“what happened Matt?” You ask him looking up at his wounded face. “I don’t know I was just on my way to yours…some uncontrolled driver crashed into the side of me” He winces taking a deep breath. I frown and kiss him softly “I’m so happy you’re okay” he hums in response.

[jajasmiinee]

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bf!matt sturniolo

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warnings: fluff, kisses, swearing, cringe, little bit of dirty talk haha

y/n

matt

chris

nick

english is not my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

enjoyyy!

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bf!matt - would be very touchy with you

you're filming a deaf, mute or blind with the triplets. you're mute chris's blind, nick's deaf and your boyfriend, matt's also blind. you're now mixing the batter because chris and nick is arguing at the back. while matt is searching for you. you gasp a little when you felt matt's hands wrape around your waist. "ohh here you are lovee!" matt giggled. you slap matt hands when he began to caresses your thigh, you don't want the fans to get crazy about it. making him pout.

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bf!matt - shower you with kisses, even in public

you and matt are at the store. just filming a short vlog for matt's own youtube. when you're talking to the camera, matt wouldn't stop kissing your head. "mfh.. matt, stoppp" you chuckles "no" matt kisses you passionately. well, you doesn't really mind if matt wants to kiss you there, but at least alone, not in the store. especially now you're filming.

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bf!matt - would post you everytime he wanted to

you're at LA right now while matt including his brothers are in Boston. You need to get some work done so you didn't follow them, to your surprised. when you were about to go to sleep, matt has mentioned you in his story. a picture of you smiling so brightly while holding a white cat with a caption ‘missing her ❤️ @y/nacc’ "aawh" you said "how sweet!"

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bf!matt - wouldn't let you wear such a thing

you're going to a party alone. you wear a short red dress. you think that dress were really pretty, well, matt thought otherwise "where you think you're going, kid?" matt leans against the door, crossing his arm with a raised eyebrow. "i already told you, i'm going to the party" you reply "with THAT dress?" you look at your dress "is there something wrong?" you were confused, matt doesn't usually ask about what she wore "that dress is too short sweetheart. do you want to seduce someone at the party?" matt ask "noo?" you scoff "why do you care so much?" "why do i care so much? girl change your clothe fuck that dress wears something else okay? i don't want other man to see you in that!" matt took your hands to the wardrobe "ugh fineee!" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - would invite you to almost all the video

"guys, y/n is coming today" matt said to nick and chris "whattt? agaiiinnnn?" chris replied "why? do you hate her or something?" matt raised an eyebrow "no, it's just that she almost in all our video. but it's not that i hate her. i loveeee it when she's with us!" chris chuckles "i know right. i love her humor" said nick

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bf!matt - would always satisfied your cravings

it's now 3 am and you, matt at the living room just chilling. when there's suddenly you came across a buldak mukbang. making you hungry. you make an eye contact with matt, you did the cutest eyes ever to tell him that you wanted something "ah.. what do you want baby?" matt ask, smiling "can i have buldak ramen pleaseee?" you whine "of course. anything for you" matt got up and pick up his keys, ready to go to the store

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bf!matt - who would ban or block any people that's rude to you on the internet

matt are streaming with you while nick and chris are sleeping. while you were talking to the camera, matt notices a chat saying ‘gosh, y/n is so annoying’ matt took a glance at your face before saying "fuck you. bye bitch" banning the person permanently from the stream "hm? fuck who, baby?" you ask in confusion "nothing sweetheart. the only one i fuck is you" matt replied with a wicked grin "shut up" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - who's turned on when you wear his clothes

you came out of the shower while matt is playing fortnite. you go tap matt shoulder to tell him that you're done. "matt, i'm done" you said "ye- oh" matt eyes were glued onto your body. you wore his black hoodie with his boxers "maaattt?" you wave infront of matt, seeing him lost in his mind making your confused "uh yea?" matt finally back into reality "go to the shower" you smiles "y'know what.. i have something else to do.." matt smirk before lifting you up, throw you onto the bed "matt!" you chuckles "yes?" matt pins you down

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bf!matt - who would lend his shoulder to cry on

"hiks hiks.." loud sobs eco the room "there, there .." matt rub your back softly "w-why did they do that..?" you hugged matt tightly "i told you.. they're a bad friends. see why now?" matt caresses your hair "y-you're right.." "now.. cry all your want okay? i'm always here" matt kisses your cheeks

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bf!matt - who will buy your favorites flowers everytime

"what's you favorite flower?" matt ask "tulips. pink tulips. why?" you look into matt blue eyes "nothing" and since then, everytime you felt sad or happy or angry or anytime. he would bring pink tulips and when you ask him. he replied with "just because. i'm your boyfriend"

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bf!matt - he always knew when you're having a panick attack

you're filming a vlog with the triplets. you sat beside matt at the restaurant. while nick are talking to the camera, your eyes lingering around. your breath shortened, your heartbeat getting faster, your hands shaking. hoping that one of them notices your sudden movement and thankfully, matt does "shh.. shh.." matt took your hands and caresses them "breath in.. and out.. repeat" matt helps you with your breathing, he knew that the breathing technique really helps you out "thanks sweetheart" you hugged him "always for you"

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late post

[victorriaaaaa]

*Cough cough* I'm sick.

a short story in which reader who woke up sick at Matt's house

It was around 7:30 in the morning, the night before you had stayed over at Matt's house studying. You thought. You woke up in Matt's embrace but you couldn't help but feel weird... You lay up slightly groaning. Still tiered from staying up so late studying for a test that would probably be cancelled the next day... "Ugh..." You shifted around trying your best to not wake Matt up but to your surprise you look to your right only to find the empty space where Matt should have been. You look around the room where could he have gone? You get up out of bed before opening the door, but before you could open it the handle already turned. "Huh..." The door opens to reveal Matt standing there holding a plate of soup. "Oh your awake! " he says smiling "you woke me up in the middle of the night with your groaning, I thought you were awake but you weren't" I look at him "uh yeah... Sorry about that" I say look at him with an embarrassed smile. " no no it's okay. You felt a little warm so I took your temperature.. Turns out you have a fever" well I felt like shit so that's the answer to me feeling weird.. "You were passed out asleep" "you didn't even feel me get out of bed" he says... "But here I made you some soup to well... At least try and get better. I hope." He says smiling slightly handing me the bowl of soup "aw... You didn't have to make me soup..." "We'll I want to take care of you... " he says quietly "thank you..." I smile at him "don't thank me." He says pressing a soft kiss onto my head "Matt. I'm sick... Don't kiss me" "so what? I still want to kiss you, love. Sick or not ill always love and take care fpr you".... "Well try..."

Hii I haven't wrote anything in a while and I wanted to post something!!! I've been sick so I felt like writing, I've been at home resting so that's good💗anyways I hope y'all enjoy!! Not really the best at writing but wtv

[sagesturns]

The Christmas Cookie Disaster

Contains: fluff!

summary: You and Matt try baking gingerbread cookies, but chaos takes over with flour and frosting everywhere. Despite the mess, the cookies turn out delicious, and the day is filled with laughter and fun.

The snow outside falls in soft, delicate flurries, coating the world in a shimmering layer of white. Christmas lights twinkle across the street, adding their own glow to the winter evening. Inside, however, the warmth of the house only highlights the chaos unfolding in the kitchen.

You and Matt had decided to bake gingerbread cookies together. It sounded simple enough—mix the dough, roll it out, cut out gingerbread men, bake them, and then enjoy. How could anything go wrong? But the minute the flour hit the counter, you had a feeling this wasn’t going to go as planned.

"Think we used enough flour?" Matt asks, his voice breaking through your thoughts. He glances up at you, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You take in the scene: flour dusting the countertops, the floor, and even a thin layer floating in the air like a mini snowstorm. You laugh and try to brush a few bits of flour off your cheek but only end up making it worse. “You think?” you reply, surveying the mess. “We’re baking cookies, not making snow angels.”

Matt grins wider, clearly unfazed by the chaos. His brown hair is a mess, specks of flour scattered in every direction. The warm energy he gives off seems to intensify the longer he’s around. “It’s all part of the fun,” he says with a shrug, clearly relishing the disaster. “The mess makes it feel festive.”

You raise an eyebrow as you look around at the flour covering every inch of the room. “Festive, huh? If you say so.”

He moves over to the counter, clearly undeterred, and leans over the dough. The rolling pin gets stuck immediately, screeching as you try to get any traction on it. “This is… a mess,” you mutter, frustrated but amused.

Matt leans in to help, but his attempt only manages to send more flour scattering around, covering him and the space even further. “Maybe we need a bigger bowl?” you suggest, already knowing that the dough’s resistance is more about the dough itself than the size of the bowl.

Matt steps back with a thoughtful look. “Maybe… or maybe we’re just not cut out for gingerbread men.” He pauses, his eyes shifting into that playful, mischievous glint. “But I think that makes them better.”

“Better?” you question, skeptical, a smile tugging at your lips despite the chaos.

“Yeah. Who wants perfect gingerbread men? These are going to be unique.” His grin widens as if he’s just invented the best idea ever.

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile spreading across your face. “Uh-huh. Unique.”

You move closer to the counter to keep working, but just as you reach for the dough, Matt surprises you by dipping his finger into the bowl of frosting and then swiping it across your lips. The sweetness of the frosting mingles with the flour on your skin, and for a moment, you just stare at him in surprise, your heart racing.

Matt smiles softly, his gaze dropping to your lips before he murmurs, “Perfect.”

Before you can say a word, he leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and soft against yours. The sweet taste of the frosting lingers, mixing with the familiar warmth of him. His thumb brushes against your cheek, smearing a little more frosting on your skin, and you can’t help but melt into the kiss.

When he pulls back, a teasing smile dances across his lips. “You know, you’ve got some frosting on your lips,” he says, his voice low and playful.

You laugh, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, still flushed from the kiss. “Yeah, I noticed,” you reply, trying to steady your breathing.

But before you can say anything else, Matt is leaning in again. He brushes his thumb over your cheek to scoop up more frosting and presses his lips to yours once more, this time slowly licking the frosting off your lips. The kiss lingers, slow and deliberate, making your heart beat faster.

You pull away just enough to laugh, breathless. “Okay, okay, I think we need to get back to baking—before you cover me in frosting instead of the cookies.”

Matt laughs, a full, rich sound that fills the room. “Can’t help it. You look too sweet.”

You push him playfully, laughing, but just as you do, the next disaster strikes. The rolling pin slips from your hand, and in a slow-motion moment, a giant glob of dough flies off the counter and lands with a soft thud on the floor.

“Great,” you mutter, watching the dough spread across the floor, sticking to your shoes and clothes. The kitchen is officially a disaster zone. “This is going well.”

Matt, ever the optimist, picks up a handful of flour from the counter and grins at you. “I think it’s time for a flour fight.”

“No way,” you laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. But before you can dodge, Matt already tosses a handful of flour in your direction. It lands with a soft puff on your cheek. You gasp in mock horror.

“Oh, you are so going to regret that,” you say, narrowing your eyes and grabbing a spoonful of frosting. Without warning, you hurl it at him.

Matt retaliates with more flour, and soon enough, you’re both engaged in an all-out flour war. Frosting, flour, and dough fly everywhere—on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes. The kitchen looks like it’s been hit by a snowstorm, and you can’t help but laugh.

After what feels like an eternity of throwing flour and frosting at each other, you both stop, panting and laughing, your arms raised in mock surrender. You’re both covered in flour, frosting, and dough. The kitchen is unrecognizable, but there’s something so perfect about it.

“I think we’ve destroyed the kitchen,” Matt says, wiping flour from his nose.

“Destroyed is an understatement,” you reply, glancing at the wreckage. The countertops are barely visible under the layers of flour. But then, you hear the faint ding of the oven timer, and the sweet scent of gingerbread fills the room.

You and Matt move over to the oven, eager to see how the cookies turned out. You open the oven door, and a rush of warm air greets you. The gingerbread men—or what used to be gingerbread men—are more like sad, flat blobs. Some have melted together, others are barely distinguishable from each other.

Matt pulls one out of the oven and holds it up like a proud trophy. It’s so flat, it barely resembles a cookie. “Well,” he says with a grin, “they may not be beautiful, but they sure smell amazing.”

You laugh and take a closer look at the cookie. “This… definitely isn’t what I imagined.” But despite the utter failure of the gingerbread men, you can’t help but smile.

“I think we need to redefine ‘gingerbread men’ as ‘abstract art,’” Matt jokes.

You grab one of the sad-looking cookies and take a bite. Surprisingly, it tastes delicious. Sweet and spicy, just like Christmas. “Perfectly imperfect,” you say, taking another bite and grinning.

Matt smiles and steps closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Exactly.”

In that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of your gingerbread men, frosting smeared on your cheeks, you realize that the mess was exactly what made the day special. The laughter, the chaos, and the warmth of being together made the cookies—not too important—seem irrelevant.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Matt whispers softly, his eyes full of warmth.

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I think we make the perfect pair.”

The snow continues to fall softly outside, and the warmth of the kitchen wraps around you both. Despite the mess, despite the disaster, you wouldn’t change a thing.

word count: 1.8k

tags: @sweetshuga @m00nl1ghts1vt

a/n: I'm currently very busy with personal life. I'll try to post every once a while.

@sagesturns

[lillysturns]

Keep talking - Chris sturniolo

You and chris were driving to a cafe and you just couldn’t stop talking which turned him on…

Smutttt

Based on this: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNeweDCMm/

You speaking, chris speaking

You and chris were in the car together driving to a cafe that just opened in downtown and you were yapping your ass off while driving.

„And she literally said that i was wearing too many rings, like excuse me and-„. While you were talking, Chris was kinda breathing heavy and squirming a bit in his seat, you don’t notice.

„And oh my lord i swear she was pissing me off so bad, i was just trying to teach her some shit that the teacher couldn’t- you even listening?“, you ask him, looking at him for a second.

„I-yeah i’m listening baby…“, he says, sitting up straighter.

„Well alright, if you say so…“, you continue speaking for about five minutes until he speaks up in a desperate voice, „Uhm could you please pull over at a gas station? I need to go to the bathroom.“

You look at him while waiting at a red light, seeing him adjust his pants.

„You sure you only need to go to the bathroom?“, you ask having a slight smirk on your face. He just nods and clenches his jaw while leaning his head back against the passenger seat.

„Mhm alright, i’ll pull over“, you say pulling over at the nearest gas station. When your parked, you turn to look at him. He licks his lips and also looks at you.

„Baby don’t look at me like that“, he says, his voice full of need and lust.

„Your the one looking at me with need“, you with a slight laugh.

„Not funny, your the one that got me rock hard“, he confesses.

„Oh yeah?“, you ask with a big grin on your face. He just nods and looks down at his lap, a bulge definitely visible. He looks at you with need and is practically begging you to touch him.

„What do you need baby?“, you ask, knowing what he wants but you want to hear him say it.

„You know what i want…“, he says with a desperate whimper.

„Words chris, words“, you say teasingly.

He groans and speaks up kinda embarrassed, „Touch me, please.“

You nod, „Good boy.“ You move your hands over to his pants and unbutton them. He lifts his hips so you can pull his pants down and you do so.

You tease him trough his boxers and he whimpers softly. „No teasing…“, he says.

„Fine fine,“ you say and pull his boxers down a little, then finally stroke him. He lets out a string off curses and thrusts up against your hand. You rub your thumb over his tip and smear the pre-cum over his length. He whimpers and bites his bottom lip.

„I’m close…“, he says, panting.

„Already? Oh your sensitive today“, you say jokingly. He nods and not even some seconds later comes all over your hand, panting heavily. You lick his cum off your hand and look at him while doing so.

He whimpers quietly, „We still going to that cafe?“, he ask.

„Big back ass, but sure yeah“, you say, chuckling slightly.

„Oh shut up, i know your hungry as well.“

[mattsslvtt]

Tea.

Warnings; none that I can think of (let me know if there is something)

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"God fucking dammit!!" Chris shouts for the fourth time in the last hour, he slams his headset down and spins around in his chair to face you "you ok baby?" You ask quietly, getting up from the bed and wlaking over to him.

"I keep fucking dying" he mumbles angrily, tossing his head back for a second and taking a deep breath "it's ok" you whisper, standing in front of him, you take his face in your hands and gently bring your lips to his forehead.

He sighs quietly, looking up at you "i love you.. s'much'" he breathed, putting his hand on top of yours and rubbing his thumb against your knuckles "you want some tea or something? To calm you down" you suggest.

"Mhm, yes please, thank you" he answered, taking your hand off his face and pressing a light kiss to your palm "Ok baby, ill be back" you walk out of his room and down the hall to the kitchen.

You grab the tea kettle and fill it with water, after, you place it on the stove and set the temperature, while waiting for the water to boil you grab a tea bag from the cabinet along with a mug, you rip open the tea bag and put it in the cup.

You feel two hands grab your waist and you gasp quietly "its just me ma" Chris whispers in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder lazily "you scared me" you whisper back, putting your hands on top of his.

"Are you off the stream?" You ask softly, leaning back against him a little "no, I told them I was going to the bathroom" he exhales quietly, wrapping his arms farther around your waist "oh alright" you mutter to him.

The tea kettle beeps loudly, signifying it's done, you grab it off the stove and set it on the counter next to the mug "go back to your stream love, ill bring you your tea when it's done" you murmured turning around and kissing his forehead "Ok ma, thank you" Chris thanked quietly, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before turning and walking back too his room.

You turn back around and grab the kettle, pouring the hot water into the mug and grabing spoon from the silverware drawer, you place the spoon on top of the tea bag to hold it under the water, you stand there watching the cup as the water slowly turns brown.

You stride over to the other side of the kitchen and grab a small bottle of honey off the counter, you walk back over to the cup of tea and take the spoon out, you pour some of the honey into the spoon slowly and put it back into the cup, watching the brown liquid turn more of a golden color.

You space out for a few minutes staring at the cup of tea, the liquid slowly getting darker with every passing minute, the ac turning on snaps you out of your thoughts your eyes wander around the counter for a second before you grab the spoon from the cup, you stir the tea for a few seconds before bringing the spoon over to the sink, after you grab the tea bag and throw it in the trash, you walk over to the fridge and grab the creamer chris uses for his coffee, you pour a little into the tea and put it back in the fridge.

You pick up the cup and start walking down the hall to Chris's room, you slowly open the door and your eyes meet his beautiful face, illuminated by the light from his computer screen, you smile gently and place the tea on his desk, his gaze drifts up and meets yours "thank you Baby" he mouths, putting his hand on top of yours for a second before finding it's way to the handle of the cup and moving the mug to his mouth, he takes a sip and places it back down, he looks at you again and nods, he mutes his mic and grabs your hand "thank you beautiful, I love you so much" he mumbles.

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[petertingle-yipyip]

COINCIDENCE - MATT MURDOCK

//it was intended as a rewrite but is just a part three i guess, idk there was a lot of discussions so peer pressure. plus the original request wanted a happy ending so i did that!!// pt1 // pt2

Pairing: Matt x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

Summary: The problem never ended, just hid. The most painful solution is acknowledged but Matt refuses to stand idly by.

The rest of the day was a blur. Matt only stayed for one hour and left. Your other classes complained that they didn’t get a special guest speaker, and while you wanted to explain it to them so they weren’t upset, something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

You were still upset with Matt. The idea of Elektra being in your shared apartment made you feel like the other woman, even though you were the wife. You wanted to burn down the building, throw Matt’s things into the dumpster, knock Elektra’s perfect teeth in, punch Stick in the nose. You were still so angry.

The reconciliation was supposed to be enough. That’s what your mother had always told you about marriage. Nothing was too big for you two to get over if you loved each other. Sometimes someone had to swallow their pride and forgive a fight before you lost the other. But why were you letting him off the hook without knowing that he’d do anything you asked? And what was to keep Elektra from making moves on him?

Once your kids were finally out and dismissal was done, you dropped back into your work chair. The photo was still face down, and maybe that was the indiciation you really needed that nothing was really settled.

You picked up your phone.

“Foggy Nelson.” Foggy answered.

“Hey, Fog… Did Matt make it back?” You asked, filing assignments into folders and sliding them into your bag to grade later.

“No, he said there was something he needed to take care of before you got home. Why?”

“Can I come by the office then? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure? Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I thought it would be a ‘sweep under the rug’ instance but it’s just… not.”

“Okay, yeah, come on by. You want me to have some food delivered?”

“You’d be a lifesaver if you did.”

“Pizza will be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You ended the call and finished packing up your classroom. By the time you were done, nothing made any more sense than it did before. You were frustrated walking to your car because talking about things was supposed to help.

But you and Matt hadn’t really talked about it, had you?

You told him how to resolve the physical part of the issue. Get Elektra out of your apartment and finish whatever mission he was on as Daredevil. The latter you only added because you knew he wouldn’t leave well enough alone, stubborn bastard. But it didn’t get to the heart of the issue.

Just answer the question!

Elektra!

The understanding settled in your stomach like a rock. Despite your marriage, despite everything she had done to Matt, he said her name. He knew you were in the next room. He knew you had been restless, unable to sleep without him beside you. He knew there were nights you had stayed awake until you heard him come in just to know he didn’t die out there. He knew you would’ve dropped everything if he had called you from an alley and needed your help to get home. But maybe, all of that, he’d still do for her.

You walked into the building, smiled politely to Karen, and walked into Foggy’s office. He smiled widely and brandished the still steaming pizza. You closed the door behind you.

“I think I need a divorce.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?” He replied, setting the pizza down. You almost laughed. “What’s going on?”

You sat at the table and he sat across from you. You spoke quickly, giving every detail you thought relevant. He listened quietly, probably comparing it to what Matt had told him about the situation. When you finished, he sighed heavily.

“I thought it’d be enough to just hear him say he didn’t mean it.” You sniffled. At some point during your story, you began crying. “But I can’t stop thinking. Is she friends with his friends? Does he think about her? Is she less controlling? Easy-going? Well-traveled? Well read? God, she makes me so upset!”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little.” Foggy offered.

“She’s beautiful.” You laughed bitterly. “And he loved her. She’s been on the other side of his bed.”

“They haven’t even talked before whatever came up.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stop thinking that he’s been thinking of her when he’s talking about me.”

He was quiet for a minute, taking it all in. You took the time to eat some of your pizza. So many thoughts were running through your mind.

Did you want the divorce? Did you need the divorce? Would Matt agree or would he drag it out in court? Would you be about to convince Foggy to help with your side or would he remain loyal to his friend? Whose side would Karen take? How long with Elektra wait before stepping in?

The questions were so loud you didn’t even realize Matt had shown up. Your eyes went wide when he sat beside you, then you immediately turned your glare towards Foggy. Your friend put his hands up in surrender and offered a nervous smile. When your stare didn’t lighten, he ducked out of the room.

“Y/N…” Matt began and your heated gaze turned on your husband. “I thought-“

“You know, it’s a real coincidence.” You cut in sharply. “Without her even being here - Well without me knowing she was here - she was back in your life. It was like she just knew. Now her name comes up once, comes up twice, comes up every goddamn minute since I saw her.”

“You know I don’t feel that way about her.” He insisted.

“But she’s in the same damn city every damn night. And wow, what a coincidence that you’ve lost all your common sense now, huh?”

“Seriously?” Matt scoffed and you crossed your arms. “I’m the one that’s lost it?”

“Last week, we were perfectly fine. We were normal. Now, it’s like you’ve been holding space for her in your life, and now she’s right there to fill it.”

“There’s no space! It’s only you!”

“Is it?” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s not someone trying to turn the past into the present tense?”

“No!”

“If she wasn’t here, would you be going after the Yakuza?”

His mouth opened then shut. He clearly thought better of whatever his initial answer was going to be, so he took a moment to decide on a better answer. “Not immediately, I don’t think so.”

“I’m surprised she’s not trying to suck up to ask your friends.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.” You said sharply, maybe sharper than intended. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.” He defended.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. You told me the truth, minus seven percent. Which just so happened to be the important seven percent.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head.

“It’s about you, you fucking idiot! She’s the girl you outgrew. That’s what you told me! Isn’t that what you told me?”

He nodded quietly.

“Then what the fuck was that when Stick got you to say her name?” You screamed.

There it was. Your admittance to what truly started it all. When he had said it, your heart sank. It fell into a hole so deep in your chest, you still didn’t feel it beat in your chest. You went through your day as normal as you could, but everything in your body felt numb. You felt hollow and you thought you could blame it on Elektra’s general presence.

But you were wrong. When it came down to it, when it was just you and Matt locked in a room, the truth came out. It wasn’t completely Elektra’s fault.

It was Matt’s.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked quietly, hot anger shifting to betrayal.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to say that I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You were defending our marriage two seconds before.” You scoffed. “You don’t have to lie to the woman that loves you. I can do that myself.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“That doesn’t change that it did. That doesn’t change that you hurt me, Matthew. Why can’t you admit to that?”

He reached for you, to feel your body whether it be your leg or your arm. Without thinking, you scooted your chair back. He froze immediately and his brows furrowed behind his glasses. You tensed in your seat when you realized.

You had never shied away from Matt’s touch before. You never avoided him.

“So you meant it…” Matt said quietly. You didn’t need his super senses to hear the heartbreak. “You want a divorce.”

“You said you’d pick Elektra.” You confessed quietly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already picked, Y/N.” He leaned forward in his chair. It was as close as he dared to get to you. “I know what I said. I know that you heard it and I know that it broke your heart. If I could take it back and just think about that goddamn question, I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He couldn’t answer.

“Hell’s Kitchen is nice, but who do you really want by your side?” You pressed. “And when you and Elektra inevitably break up again, would it be a coincidence then too? Would it be worth it?”

“I can’t lose you.” He nearly whispered.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a little while.” You decided. “I won’t draw up divorce papers just yet, but I am considering it… Call me when you can actually have this conversation with me.”

“Y/N..”

“No, Matt, just don’t. I love you so much, but I… I can’t just pretend this will go away. I thought when we talked earlier it was enough, and I was able to forget for a little while. But once the kids were gone… Fuck, it hurts. I’m so confused.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you hopefully. “I love you, Y/N. I want you. I would marry you again and again. I choose you, always.”

“Not always… What might be the only time it truly mattered, you chose Elektra. I get the whole notion of having soft spots for first loves, and I know Elektra was different for you. I accepted that when I fell for you. But look at what she’s done, what she’s put you in the middle of.”

“I chose to get involved.”

“Yeah… And it might’ve cost our marriage.” You stood. “Was it worth it?”

“No.”

“Good. Sit with that regret for a little while. When you can stand in front of Stick, with Elektra in full health, and honestly tell him you pick me, you can come find me.”

“I’ll do it right now.” He stood quickly and took a step to block your path to the door. “I care about Elektra, but not the way I need you. Please…”

“What am I supposed to do, Matt, just let it go?”

“No… Please, just give me a chance.”

“I am, but I need to think and so do you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I need you to need me, just me.”

“I do.”

You smiled slightly to yourself, thinking for a brief moment of your wedding. You knew it’d be a lot of rebuilding to get your marriage back to what it was, and it wouldn’t really start until Elektra was gone. You didn’t know her true motives with Matt but you could take a guess. Regardless, he was trying to convince you and you so badly wanted to believe him.

So you took the chance.

“I’ll be at the Presidential for the rest of the week. Figure it out, Matt, or I’ll do it for you.”

You didn’t return to your shared apartment until that Sunday. When you did, Matt was waiting for you. No sign of Elektra’s presence was a relief. No sign of Stick either.

Rather, your favorite flowers were on the coffee table, the newest book from your favorite author and a stuffed animal were beside them.

You stared at them in appreciation.

You didn’t believe everything was back to normal, but Matt was showing you that he was going to try and fix it. He was fighting for your marriage, so you would too.

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little silly

[vainilladollie]

fruitcake sixth track ; white xmas

pairing ; shy!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary ; christmas shopping but it's the first christmas officially as a couple.

warning (s) ; fluff + shy!matt. established relationship headcanons and me writing after MONTHS.

❛ i'm dreamin' of a white christmas

just like the ones i used to know

where the treetops glisten and children listen

to hear sleigh bells in the snow, mmm ౨ৎ

shy!matt who follows you everywhere, quickly grabbing onto your pinky finger as you walk and drag him through the crowded aisles looking for that little ornament you saw days ago but until now you could buy, and now it's a mainstay for the whole house decor.

shy!matt who tries to take pictures of you while you choose between some polar teddy bears for the couches, but fails; and gets everyone's attention in the hallway, except yours since you are so focused on christmas stuff. And it all ends with you asking for a picture after turning to look at him for the purpose of asking his opinion and seeing how he clumsily tried to put his cell phone in his pockets "oh oh oh oh, matt let's take a pic with this teddies!"

shy!matt who loves when you make hot cocoa and try some of the short tiktok's or reels decorations and use him as a taster, and secretly loves them all and ignores chris' giggles when he asks to try one just to annoy him. and of course you only use christmas mugs.

shy!matt who slyly squeezes the faces of the stuffed animals and rushes back to you after someone from the staff asked over the loudspeaker to “please, the guy in the Christmas stuffed animal aisle stop hitting them" + helps in choosing a shared pair of pajamas or hoddie for this christmas with you (chris and nick get ones for themselves) and enjoys you and nick getting excited after agreeing on opinions.

shy!matt who laughs at chris's deer ear headband until you ask him to let you wear it, and then he loves it because oh my god, now it's the cutest thing, and he's going to get the same one, even if he has to quickly grab nick's in the middle of the store.

shy!matt who lets nick and chris in the back seats between many of the christmas shopping bags, while you are his passing princess and dj (playing the christmas playlist you both made) and y’all need to know that NOBODY can ask for a song to be skipped.

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; this is my first "job" or whatever you want to call it, after MONTHS of not writing; so please be patient if this sucks, and just enjoy.

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. bunny gifs are MINE, i made them! wanna use them? then GIVE credits, please.

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THE BOOKMARK.

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where you can't keep your eyes off of the boy who sits in front of you at the library. warnings: cursing a/n: needed to give u guys more matt content :c hope u love love love!!! i loved writing this so pls enjoyyy it's just a lil thinggg

smack.

the sound of your palm against your forehead echoed slightly, causing you to flinch and sit up in your seat.

you had been at this for about two hours now.

this being reading a page, not remembering any of it, getting annoyed, going on tiktok, doom-scrolling, checking the time, and repeating. for two hours.

you buried your face in your hands as you took in a deep breath, looking at your textbook.

chapter 2 of 32.

a couple of books being set on the table in front of you caused you to turn your attention in front of you, gently taking one headphone off your ear.

you looked up to see a boy, probably around your age taking a seat with his own earbuds in.

he must have felt your stare because he looked up to meet your gaze, causing your eyes to lock.

his eyes were bright blue, and his wavy hair covered his forehead, almost interfering with your gaze on his eyes. you noticed the small hint of a tattoo just underneath his sleeve over his arm. you wondered if he had a lot of them, or just a few.

"sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," he breathed.

your face could not have gotten redder.

"no, sorry, you didn't at all- i mean, you did, but.. it isn't like... your fault, i was just.."

you trailed off and took a deep breath.

you both seemed to collectively agree that maybe speaking wasn't on the table right now.

so, with that, he picked up his own book and began scanning the pages.

this almost motivated you to study a bit more. so you also picked up your book.

but your eyes wouldn't leave him. you couldn't help but get curious about what he was studying. or what he was doing. or about his face. you liked his face a lot.

you peeked from above the spine of your book, your curious eyes wandering the front cover of his own book.

percy jackson and the battle of the labyrinth.

you smiled lightly. he was kind of a nerd.

you liked that.

he slowly lifted his head from his book and locked eyes with you again, making you gasp and turn back to your book.

god, you were making this guy uncomfortable and you just knew it.

"sorry," you breathed, causing the boy to simply smile knowingly and shake his head.

about an hour and a half had gone by and you had made little to no progress. you were freaking out a bit.

suddenly the boy stands to his feet and puts his book in his bag, sending you one more knowing smile before walking in the opposite direction.

you couldn't help but watch him go, before you turned your gaze back to where he was sitting. he left a bookmark.

you quickly reached over to grab it, about to stand to your feet to run and return it to him, before you noticed some writing on the back

how about a coffee date to make the staring less awkward? matt s, xxx-xxx-xxxx

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