Fic Recommendations

Fic Recommendations

summary: here is a list of some of my favorite fics/one shots/ headcannons/ etc of matt and chris

cw: none!

an: keep in mind these are just some of my favorites there's way more but i just can't find them :( i will continue to add on to this list!

masterlist

4th july, she's the one by @freshxsturniolo | 4th july is one of my favssss it's a mix of text messages and regular reading & she's the one is so 😞🤍

any fic by @alyrasturnz | her fics are written out so so beautifully

soft launch, traitor pt2, sleeping prank, over again, fighting her for a trend by @vanteguccir | there's way more i love by her but these are just a few

love to late and hardest to love by @xoxo4chrisss | mix of social media and messages

we're getting the band back together by @hvlplvss | social media fic

jealous more often, stress free travel by @042502 | one of my favorite blogs

big sister 2 3 by @teapartyprincess4two | sister!reader love love love

showgirls by @sweetangelgirl7 | ex fwb smut

dealer by @luvsturnii | dealer!chris smut

for the night by @xprakzif | smutty

rapper!chris & singer!y/n headcannons by @pettydollie | absolutely LOVE

sweet talk by @missmimii | so cutesyy

teach me by @evie-sturns | one of the best smut writers imo | fav angst camera

that's life by @sturniolohouse | dad!matt dad!matt dad!matt

teaching chris how to eat pussy by @sturnioz | title is self explanatory

tweets by @summerchris | can you tell i love social media fics 🫣

baby cousin by @confusionmeisss | so so cute

move over by @hollandsangel

to know things like love by @55sturn | also love anything and everything

first sight by @joeshiestyslover

blurb of soft morning birthday sex with chris

── ୨୧ !　a blurb where chris and you have soft morning sex with lots of needy talk and praising touches <3

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

Chris stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he turned his head to see Y/N peacefully sleeping beside him. He let out a slow breath, a small smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her. Gently, he reached out, his fingers trailing lightly over her bare shoulder, down her arm, and back up again. The warmth of her skin against his fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure through him, making him shift closer.

Y/N murmured in her sleep, her body instinctively leaning into his touch. Chris's hand moved to her waist, fingers tracing small, lazy circles on her skin. He watched her for a moment longer, then dipped his head to press a soft kiss to her neck. The feel of his lips against her sensitive skin pulled her from the depths of sleep, and she let out a sleepy sigh, her eyes slowly blinking open.

"Good morning, beautiful." Chris whispered, his voice low and husky from sleep. Y/N turned her head to look at him, a smile spreading across her face. She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

Their lips met, soft and warm, and Chris could taste the remnants of sleep on her mouth. The kiss was messy, their movements slow and uncoordinated as they both struggled to fully wake up. But it was perfect.

As their kisses deepened, Chris's hand slid from her waist to her thigh, pulling her leg over his hip. Y/N let out a soft moan, her body arching against him as her desire began to build. Chris's breath hitched, his own need mirroring hers. He broke the kiss, their foreheads resting together as they panted softly, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

"Let me feel you around me, baby?" Chris asked desperately, his voice thick with emotion and need, trembling slightly. "Please, I need to be inside you so bad."

As soon as Y/N wordlessly nodded to him, his hand moved to the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxers, pushing them down just enough to free himself. He then reached for Y/N's panties, his fingers hooking into the pink cotton fabric and pulling it to the side.

She was already wet, her arousal slicking his fingers as he touched her, his fingertips collecting her wetness that escaped from her small hole, guiding it all to her clit, moisturizing all of her pretty pussy.

A sigh escapes Y/N's mouth with the feeling, her head turning toward the direction of the soft light that came from the lampshade. It warms her face while Chris slides his fingers around her pussy, lazily and sleepily, as though he's operating on instinct alone.

His middle and ringer fingers massaged her already swollen bud only two more times before going to his own cock, pumping it slowly. A smile spreads across his face with the small whimper that escaped Y/N's lips with the interruption in the contact.

"Easy, gorgeous." He whispered, guiding himself to her entrance. "I've got you. Just relax." He pressed into her slowly, the wet sounds of their bodies finally joining filling the room.

"Oh, God." Y/N whisper, her eyes fluttering. "Baby..."

That sweet little whine was poison to him.

She gasped louder, her arms wrapping around his shoulder, hugging his head close, pressing his face against her boobs as he moved deeper, inch by inch. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

Chris kept his movements slow and gentle, savoring the feel of her around him. He leaned up, pressing kisses to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, murmuring praises against her skin.

"You feel so good." He breathed. "So tight around me."

Y/N's hands roamed over his back, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she moved with him before going to his hair, her fingers curling in Chris's messy hair, making him groan into her neck pussy.

"Oh, baby." She gasps, cracking her heavy eyes open to observe his reactions, practically petting his hair away from his face as his big blue eyes remain fixed to hers. Their bodies glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, the warmth of their lovemaking enveloping them.

"You're doing so good." He purrs, suckling his bottom lip between his pearly teeth, his eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of her flushed expression. "My pretty, pretty baby."

His thrusts were steady, each one drawing a soft moan from Y/N's lips. The wet squelching sounds that came from her pussy grew louder as her arousal increased, her body begging for more silently.

"Chris." Y/N whispered, her voice shaky with pleasure. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Her plea sent a surge of heat through him, and he quickened his pace just slightly, maintaining the slow, intimate rhythm that kept them both on the edge, gluing their pelvis together with each movement, a sticky feeling washing over their lower parts with her wetness dripped down her thighs.

"I won't, princess." He promised, his voice rough. "I've got you. 'Gonna make you feel so good, yeah? You deserve it all." His words were a litany of praise, each one making Y/N's heart swell with love and desire.

She was lost in the sensation of him, the feel of his body moving against hers, the sound of his breath in her ear.

Their hips moved in harmony, each thrust and caress building the pleasure between them, Y/N pressing her feet heel against his lower back, pressing him closer. Chris's whispered praises, and Y/N's soft moans filled the warm room.

Suddenly, his cock found that perfect spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl and her breath hitch in her throat. With each deep, deliberate thrust, he angled himself just right, brushing against her most sensitive place, sending electric shivers of pleasure radiating through her entire body, causing her walls to contract around him just perfectly.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." He moaned against her neck with the suffocating feeling around his dick, fucking her with a little more urgency.

Her back arched, and her fingers pulled on his hair with much force. Scalp prickling, Chris grips her thigh tighter. He'd let her peel away pounds of his flesh if it made her happy.

Chris could feel her trembling against him, her breath quickening with each thrust, her - his - shirt caressing his exposed stomach with her now urgent movements. Her whispered pleas grew more urgent, her voice breaking with every word.

"Jesus, I'm cumming." She gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "Chris, I'm cumming- Fuck!"

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he quickened his pace, determined to push her over the edge.

"That's it, baby." He murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Cum for me. Let go."

With a final, deep thrust, Y/N's body tensed, her back arching towards him, her nipples grazing his own chest as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"C-Chris- shit!" She cried out, her voice a mix of ecstasy and relief. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him tightly as she rode out her orgasm, her entire body shaking with the intensity of it.

The sensation of her tightening around him in a death grip was too much for Chris to handle. He buried himself deep inside her, his own climax rushing through him with a force that left him breathless.

"Fuck, Y/N. Tha-ank you." He groaned, his hands gripping the fat on her hips as he emptied himself into her. "So good f'me. So fucking good."

They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Chris pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in a shared moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy.

"I love you." He whispered, his voice filled with awe and post-orgasm adrenaline. "So much."

Y/N smiled groggily, her eyes shining to him like a thousand stars.

"I love you too, Chris."

Chris accommodated himself even closer to her, their bodies pressed together, his cock still buried deep inside her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft, familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo. His lips brushed against her skin, planting soft kisses along her collarbone and up to her ear.

"Sleep, baby. We've got the rest of the day for ourselves." He whispered gently.

She relaxed against him, her breathing slowly evening out as sleep claimed her again. Chris continued to place tender kisses on her neck, feeling her warmth and the steady beat of her heart against his chest. The rhythm of her breath and the serenity of the moment lulled him into a peaceful state.

With one final kiss to her temple, he closed his eyes, feeling content and utterly connected to her. As he drifted off, his arms tightened protectively around her, ensuring that even in sleep, they remained close.

I've seen too much birthday morning sex around already, so I decided to only write a good soft morning sex 🩷

I'm sorry it ended up being too long ;( I hope yall like it <33333

Thank you ✧˖° Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris shows how grateful he is for you driving him around all day Warnings: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, munch! chris, use of 'ma', squirting, gratitude Wordcount: 1.3k

The car door swings closed behind Chris as he climbs back into the passenger seat, tossing a bag into the back seat and pulling his seatbelt across his body. Your hand shifts on the gears as you begin reversing out of the car park, speaking over your shoulder to Chris “alright, home now? Finally.” 

You shift the car back into drive and pull out onto the road to head back to Chris’s house but he shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Not yet, one more stop. Turn up here,” he gestures off to the right, a small road heading behind the big park. You throw Chris a confused look, all the errands he had listed to you at the start of the day were done. 

He had bought a present for one of his mates, returned some faulty item to a store you’d never heard of, collected a parcel that was waiting at the post office, dropped off a shirt he had borrowed from someone who lives halfway across town. You had been dragged through several clothing stores as he hunted for an outfit for some influencer event next week, you had waited patiently in the car while he got his haircut. The whole day had been spent driving every which way around the entire city and you thought you were finally done with everything on Chris’s list, but apparently not. 

The small road winds and turns, climbing up the hill running behind the park, before eventually meeting a deadend at a small parking lot looking over the city. You pull the car into one of the spots and kill the engine, turning to look at Chris quizzically. “I don’t remember this being on the list of errands for today?”

Chris’s grin quickly turns to a smirk as he unbuckles his seat belt and reaches over to do the same with yours, “well I added it, figured I should thank you for driving me around all day.”

You blink at Chris blankly, not sure if you’re hearing him correctly. You had always found him attractive secretly but you were such good friends you hadn’t wanted to risk that by telling making a move. But here he is, suggesting it like it is the most normal thing in the world. 

Chris chuckles at the look of shock on your face and leans towards you, whispering, “c’mon ma, come in the back with me. Let me say thank you.” He trails a finger along your jaw as he speaks, his eyes fixed on yours, examining them for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly.

Chris’s grin widens and he crawls through the space between your seats into the back of the car, sitting on his knees and watching you clamber through after him. Thoughts race through your mind as you plop down in the middle seat next to Chris, unsure of what to do next.  

Thankfully, Chris eases your awkwardness. His right hand brushing against your cheek softly before trailing his fingers down your jaw. Sparks run along your skin under his touch, your heart speeding up and a warmth now flowing through your body. You swallow dryly, meeting Chris’s eyes as his fingers come to a halt under your chin, his thumb caressing softly over your bottom lip. “Lie back for me, pretty girl,” Chris coos, gently guiding your body down against the back seat of your car. 

Your heart is racing as his hands trail up and down the side of your thighs. He starts fiddling with the hem of your shorts. “These are so pretty on ya,” he pulls on the hem, looking up at you with questioning eyes. “--can I take em off?” he asks. Nodding at him, he smiles warmly, sliding off the clothing and tossing it to the floor. His eyes are glued to your newly exposed skin hungrily as he licks over his lips.

Chris’s hands run up and down the skin of your thighs, coming to a halt at your knees and pressing them apart with his palms as he leans his body forward. His face now in line with your dripping heat, his breath fanning over your skin, the anticipation sending sparks through your body. Chris’s lips kiss against your inner thigh, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. He mutters a small “thank you, ma..” before placing another sloppy kiss slightly further down your thigh, “--mm thank you.”  

“Wanna make you feel so good ma, you’ve done so much f’me today…”  Chris mumbles against your thighs, his kisses trailing closer and closer to your now aching core, continuing with his flood of small gratitudes between each kiss. His eyes are locked on the glistening wetness dripping from between your folds. Your hips wiggle slightly under his gaze, desperate for some sort of friction and your voice is shaky, “mhmm, Chris please– make me feel good.”

Chris lets out a soft groan at your invitation, his eyes meeting yours as he brings his mouth down. He trails his tongue lightly up your slit and over your clit in one slow movement, maintaining his lingering gaze as the warmth of his mouth envelopes your senses. Your lips part as a heavy moaned breath releases, the relief of finally having the contact you were craving washing over you.

Your hand travels down to lace through Chris’s hair as he begins to get lost in your taste. His tongue dances around your clit perfectly as the knot in your stomach begins to build. Chris’s fingers circle around your entrance, coating themselves in your slick before slowly pushing two digits inside. 

Your mouth hangs open, strings of lewd moans falling uncontrollably as Chris thrusts his fingers expertly in and out of your soaked pussy. His fingers curling upwards to hit just the right spot with each movement causing a blissful pressure to build in your lower abdomen. His tongue never slows its wet movements against your clit as his fingers and mouth move in perfect harmony. The wet, warmth of Chris’s mouth is driving you insane, causing your back to arch off the seat and your legs to clamp around his head. 

Your fingers tug on his hair as your moans grow louder, the pleasure building in your stomach threatening to overflow at any moment. Chris’s small mumbles of “thank you” between each movement of his tongue getting lost under the lewd moans escaping your mouth.

“Chris, ah–”

“C’mon, ma. Let it out, you can do it– mm, let me repay you” he moans against you, his muffled voice sending vibrations through you and amplifying the pleasure his skillful tongue is bringing you. His lips lock around your clit again, this time sucking it further into his mouth as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud. His movements grow hungrier as your moans grow breathy and your legs start to shake around his head.

Chris grows intoxicated by your sweet moans and the way your body writhes under him with pleasure, his fingers pressing harder upwards against your sweet spot. “That’s it, give it t’me” he hisses. His face pushing impossibly closer against your wetness as his movements become more desperate, chasing your high. 

“F-fuck, Chris! I’m gonna–” your cry is cut off by a shaky moan as your pleasure finally overflows. Your eyes blur in a haze of pleasure as your muscles spasm. You feel your wet release splash against Chris’s face, his tongue happily lapping it up with a deep groan. His lips are still attached firmly to your dripping cunt as he mutters endless strings of gratitude into your skin, kisses trailing up and down your folds as he licks off any remaining juices. 

“Thank you…” Chris pants as he sits up, his chin glistening with your slick as he smiles down at you, “thank you.”

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This photo does smth to me..

i KNOW yall see that too.

This might be a mouth full but can you do one where Matt o(or Chris)and y/n are in a relationship but they had some time apart and in that time Matt (or Chris) saw someone else and they go to mutuals party she’s there but y/n has no idea they hooked up and when she pieces it together she gets upset that he never told her and etc.

HEY BABY this was so fun to write. i hope this is okay <3 (i did matt hehe)

your relationship with matt in the first year had been far from perfect. you were the absolute definition of right person, wrong time. his YouTube career was at its peak, subscribers climbing higher and higher each week, and it was difficult for you both to juggle such a change to his life, plus your own life with your own commits, and your relationship.

when you both came to the decision to take a break for a while, your heart had broke. you had both cried and spent the day in his room, cuddled together on his bed watching your favourite tv shows, promising to always love each other no matter what happened.

you spent 6 months watching him rise and rise, whilst your own career took off better than ever. you were heartbroken but you had hope. you had faith that together one day you would be together again. you had said it was nothing more than a break, knowing your love for each other would bond together again one day. but over the course of those months you both become so busy, it had almost seemed unlikely. you had somehow learned to live a life without matt sturniolo, watching from the shadows of his life.

texts become the odd instagram dm, before becoming nothing more than the odd instagram like. but you were happy. you could tell he was living his life, he looked happier and healthier than had ever done before and that was enough for you.

"we love each other no matter what happens, okay?" his words to you that final night 6 months prior. and you did.

but when you woke up one january morning to a missed call, your heart had been in your throat. it had come early, around 6am, but in your deep slumber you hadn't heard it. there was no follow up. there was no text afterwards. you even checked on instagram and there had been no DM. you had almost convinced yourself it was accidental, but there was something in your heart pulling you to him.

so you called, and he answered on the first ring. you grabbed coffee together an hour later, and that night, you were back at his house, watching movies with him and his two brothers like nothing had ever happened.

"i never stopped loving you, you know" he had said, and you had smiled as you finally leant in to kiss his soft lips.

"me either, matt. we said we never would."

he smiled. "i know"

and suddenly, everything worked out. the time apart had been perfect, you couldn't deny it. as heartbroken as you had been at the time. you had learned to live without him but the minute you was in his presence again, you knew you never actually wanted to live without him.

and matt felt the same. he knew that the lack of contact was his own fault. he had been the one to stop replying to your texts, the one to stop replying to your instagram stories, but he had never stopped thinking about you. his brothers had told him he was stupid, but he knew he wasn't. the 6 months break was needed. and when he woke up that one january morning, and he woke up and did his daily scan of your social media outlets, he knew it was time. he knew he needed you back in his life.

to now, 5 months later, watching you apply the last touch of your make up in the mirror of his bathroom whilst he came out of his bedroom, looking at you with a smile.

"you ready?" he asked, and you looked at him through the mirror.

"beyond ready, i need a drink" you said, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms snaked around your lower back and he leant in to give you a soft kiss.

"you two are too lovey dovey for me" you heard chris remark from the kitchen, and you had rolled your eyes with a laugh, pulling away.

"try talking to a girl for more than one second" matt had said, and you turned around to slap his arm. these boys could be so cruel to each other, but you knew it was all in love.

"come on, we're already late" nick had said from somewhere you couldn't see until you heard his feet down the stairs, chris following not far behind.

and an hour later, you where leant against the kitchen in your friends new house, chatting to a few of your girlfriends. you were celebrating her new career move and her new house and you were beaming with pride at how all of your lives were working out. your friends were happy, you were happy, your boyfriend was happy. life couldn't have worked out better.

"so," your friend said, coming to the side of you. "you and matt are okay, right?"

you smiled at her, swallowing down your drink.

"better than ever. the break really did us good" you said, and she smiled.

"im so glad."

and as if right on queue, he appeared.

"hey, babe" he said, walking over and planting a kiss on your lips.

"hey, baby" you smiled in return.

he moved to the side of you, reaching around to grab a fresh drink.

"you having fun?" he asked, but you didn't get chance to reply before his name was squealed from somewhere across the room. both of your heads snapped around, and it didn't take more than a second to see the beaming smile of some girl you'd never seen. you knew your friend had a whole group of friends you didn't know, you'd been passing polite hellos across the last hour, but this girl you had never seen before.

"oh, fuck." you heard matt utter under his breath, and your head snapped away from the gorgeous girl walking towards you and towards your boyfriend. you noticed the way his face had turned weary.

"who's that?" you whispered, and he looked at you for a millisecond before the girl was in front of you.

she was taller than you, her hair placed in a blonde bun on top of her head, and she was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. you didn't even notice you'd straightened your position and pouted your lips slightly.

her arms immediately went around matts neck, and you stood at the side of him as you watched him wrap his arms loosely around her back.

"hey" he muttered as they pulled away.

"i haven't seen you in so long" she beamed up at him, before her eyes finally diverted in your direction. "oh, hey!" she said, and you smiled.

"this is y/n" he said, and you saw from the corner of your eye that he was looking at you as he said it. but you kept your eyes on this stunning blonde, watching as her eyes widen slightly. and then she lunges forward to hug you, her perfume strong against your nose.

"i've heard so much about you!" she exclaims. you can't help but hug her back.

"you have?" you say with a laugh, your eyes finally meeting matts against the hug. when she pulls away, you notice the way his eyes go straight to her.

"so much! so," she says, taking a step back. "you guys are back together?"

"yeah" matt answers immediately, his hand finding yours.

"ah, im happy for you both!" she beams. "that explains the quietness, matt" she laughs, and your heart stops.

you look down at matts hand in yours, the sudden need to be close to you, and her words, and suddenly you feel sick.

the blonde reaches behind matt to the row of drinks behind you, and when her eyes are diverted else where you give matt a look, he smiles. but it doesn't reach his eyes like it normally does. when she finally pulls back, drink in hand, she looks between you both awkwardly. matt still hasn’t responded to her previous remark.

you put on a smile before pulling your hand away from matt.

“well, i’ll leave you both to catch up” you say, diverting your eyes to the girl who you hadn’t even asked her name, before you turn on your heel.

“babe” he starts, but you turn around quickly.

“matt,” you say. and he knows. he knows not to follow you.

you look back to the girl. “lovely to meet you”

“you too” she says, but you’ve walked away before you even see her face.

you can’t be upset. you can’t. but god it was so fucking obvious. her excited squeal, the look on her face when he said your name, it was so fucking obvious and you can’t help the tears that have brimmed in your eyes.

but you’re startled by a familiar face walking around the corner, slamming yourself against his chest.

“woooo easy tiger” chris says, and you look up at him as the first tear falls. “oh, fuck. what’s happened?”

but his eyes divert behind you and you see the way his eyes widen. it’s all the confirmation you need.

“did he sleep with her?” you ask, taking a deep breath. you could not cry on your boyfriends brothers shoulder.

“it’s not my place-“

you laugh. “so yes”

“it was only a handful of times”

“a HANDFUL?” you shout, and chris’ eyes widen as he pulls you backwards, out of the view of the kitchen and into the hallway he’d just emerged from. “a fucking handful, chris?”

“i’m not sure, alright? you should speak to matt about it”

you knew he was right. you were putting him on the spot and that wasn’t fair.

“can i chill with you, for a minute?” you ask, the anger surging through you almost unbearable.

“yes, come on” he says, and he takes your wrists and drags you in the direction of some of his friends.

they shout your name when they see you, and you put on a brave face, but the atmosphere is ruined. it’s not that you could even be mad. jesus, you weren’t together. but it was the not knowing. it was the fact he hadn’t told you. you had spent months learning to live a life without him and he’d spent it buried up in some other girl.

“he loves you, you know” chris said randomly an hour later. you’d been glued it his side the entire time, and listening to him yap to his friends had kept you from spiralling. the blonde and matt had not entered your line of sight once.

you look up at him with a smile. “i know” you whisper, and he gives you a one arm hug, pulling you into his side. “go and talk to him, please.”

and you knew you had to. because you weren’t having fun, and you needed to hear it from him.

so you stand up, leaving chris to his friends and make your way into the kitchen. your eyes scan but matts no where to be seen, and you let out a sigh as you head towards to garden. it’s louder out here, people are so clearly drunk and there’s more and more people you don’t recognise now, but you hear a familiar laugh from the right side of you and you turn to see nick, and just to his side is matt, picking off the label of his drink. but it only takes him a few seconds before his eyes are on yours, his back straightening immediately before his drink is placed on the table and he stands, heading straight towards you. you can feel the tears forming immediately.

“where have you been?” he asks when he reaches you, his voice mellow.

“with chris” you admit, but you can’t stop the crack in your voice.

“baby-“

“why didn’t you tell me, matt?”

“i’m so - i’m sorry. it didn’t seem relevant”

you scoff. “of course it’s relevant, matt. of course it is”

“it was nothing. i promise it was nothing. i missed you every single day, alright? every single fucking second. but you were thriving, babe. i saw it all over your instagram, you were thriving and it would have been selfish of me to ask you back so soon”

you sigh, looking up at the sky. the sun was still bright but it was nearing evening time.

“how long after we ended it?” you ask. you needed to know.

“3 months” he admits.

“and how long for?” you ask. you shouldn’t care. it doesn’t matter. “actually, don’t answer that. i don’t need to know”

matt smiles slightly. “i should have told you. i’m sorry. i just didn’t want to lose you before i’d even got you back” he says, and your heart swells.

“we promised to love each other always, matt.”

“i know, baby. and i do. so much.” he grabs your face in between his hands now, and you can’t help but let out a smile.

“i’m sorry” you whisper, and his face screws in confusion.

“for getting mad. what you did in those 6 months shouldn’t matter. but-“

“it’s okay” he cuts you off. “it’s totally okay. i should have told you.”

and then he kisses you, softly, like he doesn’t know what your reaction will be, but you lean in to kiss him back.

“can we go home?” you ask, suddenly feeling drained and out of social battery.

“i was about to ask you the same thing.”

and so he drove you both home, his hand on your thigh the entire time as he drove, a comfortable silence washing over you. but when you pull up, you need to ask him one more thing before you get let the situation drop.

“matt” you start, and he turns to you. “you said it would have been selfish to ask me back so soon.”

his eyes look over you, but you continue. “is that why you stopped contact? so that you wouldn’t?”

he sighs, twisting his position to look out the front of his car. and he thinks for a while. i can see him trying to figure out what to say. and then he turns to look at you again.

“yes. it was so hard for me. chris and nick kept telling me i was stupid, that you loved me and that you would have supported me no matter what we went through. but i knew that the break would have made us stronger. and then i saw you thriving y/n, you were telling me all these amazing things and i just couldn’t. we needed time apart, to focus on other things. and i don’t know why i started hooking up with her, maybe to fill a void? life was hard without you.”

you nod, you understand. “i would have come straight back.” you say, and he smiles.

“i know. and that’s why i couldn’t.”

you sit in silence for a while, thinking about him. the life you had before. but also the life you had now. and it had worked. he was yours. no one else’s.

“i understand. i really do. im so proud of you”

“for what?”

“everything, matt. you say you saw me thriving but every single day, i saw you. and chris and nick. and maybe im selfish that i would have come back so quickly, but im proud of you, okay? so fucking proud.”

and his lips are on yours immediately, pushing you against the car window, and you can’t help but giggle into him.

“i should be grateful, i suppose” you mutter against his lips, and he pulls away to look at you with a questioning glare. you shrug. “cause now i know no other chick can fill your void.”

“oh shut up” he mumbles, but you’re both laughing as he kisses you again.