Matt (or chris) fic where the reader is like sooo distant that matt (or Chris) become desperate to know what's wrong? Like to the point where he's begging her.
"Please. I NEED to know what's wrong so I can fix it."
PLS 🤭🤭
I’ll Always Be There For You – (M.S.)
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
Summary: When you begin to face problems, you distance yourself from the one person you know you could go to and he notices.
Word Count: 670+
Warning/s — OOC idk help / Nothing (???)
A/N: I dont think I followed this request fully soz, WHERE HES BEGGINGGG OH SO UR SICK.
You had no intention of putting up a wall between you and Matt. It didn’t serve any purposes and you knew that. You also knew talking about what was going on would help in a way. So why were you suddenly doing things different?
You weren’t sure yourself.
And you had thought you were doing a subtle job at doing so, until you apparently weren’t when you received a text saying ‘Unlock your door. Be there in fifteen, let’s talk about you.’
‘Let’s talk about you’, let’s! Or, we can talk about how many… insults were thrown at you a day, ultimately bringing your mood down for over a week. Just for being in a relationship with your boyfriend.
Upon reading that message, your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to tell him no, that you weren’t able to hang out or talk. But as you reevaluated his message, you realized he had sent it almost ten minutes ago, earning a groan. You ran a hand through your hair as you slipped on your shoes. Quickly making your way into your living room and towards the front door, refraining from, yet again, letting out a noise of frustration when you heard a car, his car, pull into your driveway.
Accepting your defeat, you unlocked and opened the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him.
When his figure appears from around the corner, you still. “Hi,” you manage to say, your voice cracking in the process. Well! “I don’t know if I can talk for long, what happened—”
“Are you okay?” Matt interjected, his tone stern, completely ignoring what you had just said.
“I— What?” You stammered, tilting your head. “I’m fine, are you okay?”
“Don’t lie to me.” Quickly adding, “Please.”
As you locked eyes with him, you could sense his concern, and it triggered a pang of guilt within you. You’ve had this discussion before, coming up with a solution that did work for a while, until it didn’t. And as if he could see right through you, he spoke once more. “You can tell me, Y/N. Anything. You know that.”
Your shoulders slumped, “I know.”
“Then what’s wrong,” He softly spoke, gently grasping both your hands. Slowly guiding you backwards, allowing the two of you to enter your house. Releasing your hands momentarily, he turned around and securely shut the door, locking it.
As you continue to remain silent, he lowers his head so he’s eye-to-eye with you, his hands moving to your shoulders, “Please. I need to know in order to help, Y/N. Let me help you.”
Reluctantly, you give in. “If you say I’m being overdramatic—”
He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I won’t, of course I won’t. You know I won’t.”
“Right,” you murmur, “I know I said I wouldn’t check my comments on anything, but I was curious. I saw what was being said about me, and it just, I don’t know.”
Matt’s expression softens even more (if possible), “You should’ve told me. I could’ve said something.”
You looked down, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulder. Seeing this, he raised his hand and gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear. With his hand now on your cheek, you fought the temptation to lean into his touch as you uttered your next words. “You have already and clearly, it didn’t matter. Listen, it’s fine, I’m fine. Like I said, it just put me in a mood for a couple days.”
“It’s not, though.” The boy mumbled, holding your gaze. “You shouldn’t be criticized for being with me, and I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Nick and Chris about it, we can say something about it again, yeah?”
You allowed a smile to slowly make its way onto you face, “Okay, yeah.”
As he embraces you, his hands gently encircle your waist, drawing you closer. Your arms instinctively find their place around his neck. “Do you want to stay? We can watch a movie or something.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t talk for long,” he muttered against your neck, laughing as you pulled away soon after. “I’m kidding, yes.”
DT(s) — @bellelovesmen, @agirlsrage ! ౨ৎ
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Come along, My Friend
"I will always love you
How I do
Let go of a prayer for you
Just a sweet word
The Table is prepared for you" - Frank Ocean's "Godspeed" from the album blond
I did not do the laundry today
your new dress has been dragged to the center of the bedroom
Little slept upon it when she finally tired of chasing her brother
I'll tell you about it later
I worry about telling you about it
And if the clouds are gray
I did not find a job today
there sits an empty bottle of my medication on my desk, next to a candy wrapper
I decided I wanted the same tattoo as you
The one we promised each other
The one we spoke out loud for all to hear
Please
I would imprint you onto my soul if I could
I would print money if I could
I can do more
I will clean my desk
I thought of you today
every day, without regret, or hesitation, with an earnest fleeting grace
"Just a sweet word"
I do
We chose to brand our love beneath the flesh instead of on top
You are my sunshine my only sunshine
I saw you in my dreams
I see you in my dreams
I dreamt of you
From that first night
I've been chasing the sun
Godspeed
I chase the sun
And if you see my reflection
In the rain
And if the clouds are gray
Please
Come along, my friend
Even the night is blessed by the light of the sun
Even mountains can crumble to the sea
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
You told me one day my lungs will be pink again
Next month is Christmas
I will find a way to make it a memorable one for you
You always have for me
You got my grandfather's guitar back
And I have you
What more could I want
Icarus could have stretched upon the moon
Could have danced beside the memory
Could have sung under the light
Could have started a religion and preached to the stars
Icarus could have
could have
"The Table is prepared for you"
Israel sung that somewhere
Way up high
Bluebirds fly
I saw you there
You came true
And the dream that you dare to
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Why, oh why can't I?
Three weeks now and I already breath better
So I will capture you a trophy
I will fly amongst the stars and pluck you a gift with ribbon and string
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
But I can do better
And I will, you know
But when we do
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
When we look upon the light of the golden hour
Stand by me
Hand in mine
Come along, my friend
Godspeed
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Last Line Tag
Thank you @halfvirgo for the tag!
No pressure tagging: @shellyscribbles @bright-willow-ravine @jamieanovels & leaving my open tag as always!
It's been a rough day for my characters. But... after crying over it, I have just completed the very first book of my Secondary Series:
I just hold her against me, terrified that if I let her go, she'll burn to ash, too, and I'll have yet another ghost haunting me.
(P.S. Wrote this to Godspeed by Frank Ocean.)
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