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tastesousweet · 4 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. “yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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flynnriderishot · 2 months

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request :))))) matt doing a stream and the reader being super tired and clingy but not wanting to get in the way of the stream!

clingy - m.s

a/n: short and sweet :) tysm for the request !

you walked into the triplets LA home, shoulders sagging in exhaustion from the long day you had.

with running errands left and right, to getting into it with people who acted like they couldn’t drive properly, it was safe to say that this was the worst day you’ve had in a while.

what helped you get through the day was the fact that you would finally be able to cuddle up with your boyfriend after being separated from

him since earlier this morning.

but as you walked into matt’s room, you stopped in your tracks at the sight of him hunched over his keyboard playing his game while he spoke into the air.

despite the drowsiness you felt, you came to realize that he wasn’t speaking to himself, but to the people who were watching him stream on twitch.

it wasn’t a secret that you and matt were together, but you preferred to keep your relationship off social media and matt respected that, knowing how people could get over who he and his brothers were dating.

he didn’t notice you slowly moving around his room in search for something to replace your outside clothes, before going into his bathroom to change and freshen up.

by the time you finished, the need to be in matt’s arms got stronger. you didn’t want to be one of those girlfriends that complained about their boyfriend playing their game too much-because matt never gave his gaming more attention than he gave you- but you wished he would shut the thing off and see that you were waiting for him.

deciding to take matters into your own hands, you slowly made your way towards your boyfriend, your soft hands touching his tattooed arm in a way that wouldn’t startle him as he was far too into his game to be aware of his surroundings.

almost immediately, the chat began to blow up at the sight of a woman’s hand in the frame.

matt smiled, pushing his headphones off his head before focusing his attention on you. he furrowed his brows at the sight of your his baggy shirt and shorts.

“how long have you been here? why didn’t you call me earlier?”

“i haven’t been here long and i didn’t want to bother you.” you said in a quiet voice, though matt heard you clearly.

“i want you to bother me, pretty. how was your day?”he pulled you down and onto his lap, swirling his chair back around so he was facing his pc.

“i don’t want to talk about it, just want to be with you.”

“that’s okay.” he mumbles into your hair, his eyes locked on the comments before he realized that you were, in fact, on camera. “oh shit, you want me to turn it off?”

he felt you hum against his shoulder, “you don’t have to. i’m just feeling clingy, you can keep streaming.”

though he heard what you said, matt refused to keep his attention on fortnite while you were slowly falling asleep in his arms. and even if you didn’t want to speak on it, matt knew you didn’t have the best day. that was clear when he saw the tiredness in your eyes.

“i’m gonna go guys—“

“matt—“

“yn’s not feeing well. i’m gonna get her to bed. i’ll see you guys whenever i decide to stream next.” after exchanging a few last words, he turned off his camera, mic and lastly, his computer.

“come on, baby.” he tapped your thigh, “let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“yeah, okay.” you plopped down on the bed, “i love you.”

“i love you more.” he placed a kiss so delicate that almost didn’t feel it on your forehead, “goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

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pepsiboyy · 1 month

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beyond the contract - part 7

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: use of /yn, cursing, mentions of family death, angst author's note: HIII thanks for all the love lately u guys are the best, i hope this chapter is good!!! i love this one yayy WC: 1761 lowercase intentional !!

monday, april 14th.

my eyes scanned the parking lot for the familiar pair of blue eyes and fluffy brunette hair. i bit my lip in focus before gasping at the feeling of two familiar hands against my waist, turning to the boy and smiling brightly.

"hi, matt." i smiled warmly at him.

"hi, y/n." matt observed my features and hummed to himself before quickly grabbing his backpack off of his back and opening it, pulling out a baby blue hoodie. "you cold? put this on," he stated softly, throwing the hoodie in my direction before he made his way to his car and unlocked it.

i smiled and nodded, slipping on the hoodie and following him to his car.

matt had been taking me to school lately, and i was living for it. today we hadn't planned on hanging out, but on most days we end up thinking of something anyway.

i buckled my seatbelt and turned to matt as he began driving to my house, and i quickly cleared my throat as i looked at him.

"so um.. matt," i breathed, smiling softly.

matt spared me a quick glance before looking back at the road and humming softly in response.

i looked down at my legs and squeezed them together as if to gain some confidence. "i was thinking... maybe we could go to your place today? like.. to meet your brothers.. i'd love to get to kno-"

"absolutely not." matt quickly interrupted me to say, and my heart sank. i noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel as i blinked a few times and frowned.

i had always wondered why matt seemed so close yet so far away. i tried to give him the benefit of the doubt in most cases, but my mind couldn't help but think back on a few specific moments with him.

when he told me he had dropped out.

when he noticed my tattoo.

when him and my dad stared at each other at the dinner table.

i bit my lip as i turned to matt, a few minutes of silence overcoming us.

"is there something you're hiding from me?" i whispered softly.

i could have sworn matt's entire face went pale.

"what do you mean?" he questioned, stopping at the red light before him and turning to me, giving me his full attention.

"i just.. i feel like there's some things i'm confused about, like why you react certain ways or why you keep certain things from me.." i whispered as i cleared my throat. "i just care about you, and i understand if you don't want me to meet your brothers because of a home situation, or insecurities, or-"

"i'm not fucking insecure, y/n." matt stated firmly, slightly raising his voice.

i looked at him with wide eyes before i slowly turned back to look at my lap.

a soft honk from the car behind us was what finally removed matt's gaze from my face.

i looked out the window as matt stopped the car outside of my house, and i looked at him. matt's eyes were glued to the steering wheel.

"you don't wanna talk about this at all?" i questioned softly, leaning slightly in front of him.

but matt didn't react at all. instead he turned his head a bit in the other direction.

i scoffed and quickly undid my seatbelt. i got up out of the car and grabbed my backpack, opening the door and slamming it shut.

matt's gaze followed my figure as i walked in front of the car to get to the sidewalk in front of my house, and i crossed my arms as i stared at him through his window. "y/n," he breathed, but i held up my hand.

"save it. when you want to speak up, let me know." i stated firmly before gripping my backpack straps and quickly making my way up the steps and into my front door.

matt simply watched me, his eyes never leaving me or the baby blue hoodie that i had on.

"where are you going?" i whispered at the edge of the steps, my eyes burning into my dad as i watched him try to quietly walk out of the front door.

i had been in my room, just staring at my ceiling and thinking. i had a lot of things to think about.

"business trip. i'll be home hopefully by tomorrow or wednesday." he stated softly. "i'm sorry, i meant to tell you sooner-"

"you were just going to leave a note on the counter and leave me to find it. like you usually do." i smiled weakly and shook my head. "have a safe trip." i stated before i made my way back up the stairs.

my dad simply let out a soft sigh before he left through the front door.

feelings are hard. i never really understood how they work. i could be feeling so happy in one moment and then within just two seconds, something different could be running through my mind.

my mind wandered as i wondered what matt's home was like, and what his brothers were like. i wondered if they were like matt at all, if they all had a good relationship and if matt were super close to them. he had only really brought up chris and their fortnite endeavors.

i wondered if my dad would really ever truly be there for me in this life, as he always seems to be gone. even since before mom left. while i wish he were here more often, i know he just wants to do what he can to take care of me. and besides, he's really the only family i have left.

i don't know anything about matt's family or his personal life, other than the fact that him and his brother, chris, have probably spent a fortune on fortnite.

i sighed as i rubbed my hands across my face. thoughts continued to soar through my mind as i bit my lip and took a deep breath.

i was still wearing matt's hoodie. his scent really calmed me, even if he pissed me off sometimes.

with a soft groan, i sat up out of bed and rubbed my face. i checked my phone, reading 10:43pm and noticing no notifications or anything new.

damn, i must have upset him.

the pads of my feet carefully made their way to my bathroom as i began to carefully brush my teeth and examine myself in the mirror.

thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

i spit out my toothpaste and looked at myself again.

thoughts, thoughts.

i closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

thoughts...

i put away my toothbrush and gritted my teeth, quickly making my way to my dad's office.

i knew i was alone in this house, i knew my dad was on a trip, but i still slowly and carefully pushed the double doors opened and took a few steps inside.

i had been in this office a couple of times, but not enough to know where anything was.

i carefully stepped towards the office desk and gently ran my fingers against the dark wood as my eyes continued to scan the place.

books, wood, papers, cork boards, thumbtacks, dim lighting, hints of green...

i turned to the desk at some papers that my fingers came in contact with and blinked a few times, gently lifting them and allowing my eyes to scan over the page.

my eyebrows furrowed as i read a few names that were unfamiliar to me. i quickly moved to sit behind the desk in my dad's chair and glanced over the loose sheets of paper before eagerly opening some of the drawers and searching them.

my eyes quickly focused as i read my mom's name on a sheet of paper, my movements all coming to a halt as i read the words beneath.

"DECEASED - TOO WELL-INFORMED - DEEP INTO INSIDE INFO."

my heart sank. my hands shook. my eyes scanned each paper within the same filing folder, begging for more answers. but all i could find was the same logo inked on my body.

with a few more minutes of searching, i grasped a few more papers and shut each drawer before quickly going to my room and shutting the office door behind me, tears streaming down my face.

no pov

matt's eyes were glossy. his face remained blank.

"dude, are you sure everything's alright?" chris asked, sitting down beside matt on the couch as he looked at him worriedly.

matt simply shrugged before he turned to chris. "small argument." he breathed before he turned to the ceiling. "she thinks i'm hiding something from her." he mumbled as he sighed. "i don't want to mess things up with her, i want her to be happy, no matter how this all started." matt whispered as his voice cracked towards the end, and chris's expression softened. he gently moved to rest a hand on matt's back, gently rubbing up and down soothingly.

"i know that you two will talk it out and things will be okay." chris smile reassuringly. "just give her some space. women will be women," he breathed, earning a smack on the arm from nick, who had frightened both of them.

"don't even say that, chris." he stated softly, taking slight offense. chris rolled his eyes as he turned to matt.

matt just stared between the two as he wrapped his arms around both of his brothers and took a deep breath.

"i love you guys." he whispered.

matt knew he didn't tell them enough, but he truly had no idea where he would be without the two.

bzzt. bzzt.

matt quickly pulled away and picked up his phone that had her name written on the screen.

he jumped to his feet and answered, a bright smile on his face.

"y/n! hey, i'm sorry about earlier, i was just moody, and i would love for you to-"

"matt, it's fine i don't care-" she quickly stated, soft breaths leaving her mouth as she sounded like she was rushing around. "i need you to pick me up, i need to get out of here."

matt's eyebrows furrowed as he got up and made his way towards the kitchen, grabbing his car keys and going to the door. "right, yeah. everything okay?"

"i'll explain when you get here, please just-" her voice broke. "please just get here soon," she practically begged, making matt's heart break.

"i'll be there shortly. wait for me."

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twohearts-hs · 6 years

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‘Give or Take lll’ - Best Friend!Harry Series

Words: 1,445

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Part 3: Request part 4 and ideas!!! Xx

A series about H and Y/N, a best friend with benefits can never be good. It depends on how you take it. Xx

Part 1 Part 2

“I’ll tell you this...people suck.” she hiccuped, looking over at her phone, seeing the dim light of the electronic telling her it was ten o’clock.

They were both drunk, honestly. It was vodka that night. The both of them were greedy and drank the box wine under half an hour. But now they were just mumbling.

He hummed to her, “Like my ex-boyfriend was a jerk. My boss keeps saying I’m giving him blowjob eyes, and I still don’t get paid the same amount to a man.” he just kept looking at her, faintly listening to her rant about her life. It was something that he loved about her, she always has opinions and she was never afraid to voice them.

One time he remembers her and him use to go to this coffee place every Wednesday, and it was her favourite place because of the fucking muffins, not the coffee at all. A few Wednesdays after their first experience there, there was a new guy and he kept on flirting constantly. Harry, of course, hated it, but YN just tried her best to play it off. But, then it got inappropriate. So, YN did what YN does best, she ranted for a full five minutes on how women can’t even get a god damn coffee without guys hitting them up. He remembers this line particularly, “Men can’t remember anything for the day, they can’t listen, they can’t even know what day it is, but they remember that they want their dick to get wet. They’ll listen to their dick when it wants some. Get in your fucking mind that women are not objects and if you do, I damn you. Now, can I fucking get my coffee? Thank you.” that time made him chuckle, they haven’t been back more for her mortal embarrassment.

“Harry?” he looked up at her holding her phone, “Are you listening?” he hummed in agreement, but she signalled her phone, walking out of the room. He looked back to the half-drunken vodka bottle. Harry sat in his own little world, thinking, not even paying attention around him.

“Harry!” she ran in, knocking him over. He was too drunk to know what is happening., “Matt just called me, he welcomes me back to the studio.” Harry smiles, but soon it faded.

“Are you going to take it?” she stared down and thought for a moment, eventually her eyes meeting his gaze.

“Just fucking live, as you say. I think I am going to take it.” he nodded, lips in a firm line. He really wanted her to come on tour. “I’m sorry that I can’t come on tour. I know how much it meant to you.” he nodded, getting up and heading to the door.

“Harry, I’ll come for the last few weeks.” he nodded, walking back to her, and pressing a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s getting late, love.” they said their share of goodbyes and walked out.

Three months he has been gone, and three months of working at the parlour. In her words, it was a dream. She didn’t wake up at early hours and didn’t have to work late, and she enjoyed what she was doing.

Matt was the best in her words. Mid-thirties, two kids, divorced, blonde hair, glasses and a shit ton of tattoos. He was like a brother to her. Walking into the parlour for the new job was fulfilling, she was truly doing what she wanted to do. Yes, there was some screaming matches from her parents, but honestly, she couldn’t give a flying fuck about them.

Three months of talking on the phone to Harry. A few FaceTimes here and there, but she was busy and he was busy. It wasn’t like she missed everything, she just felt it was normal. She didn’t even bat an eye towards him. YN’s life was focused on her work.

“Sorry I’m late.” her hand gripped the door and flung it open. Matt was at the desk, typing on the computer.

“No worries, YN.” his American accent was something she personally enjoyed about him.

“I got you a cappuccino with almond milk to suck up.” she handed him the coffee, and raced to the back, “I had the most terrible food poisoning this weekend. Vomit and everything.” he chuckled from the entrance.

“Glad to know the details. Why are you here, then?” she walked out and grabbed her calendar off the table.

“I have two clients today and plus, you miss me.”

“Always do,” he smirked.

“Hey, Matt?” his head poked up from the computer screen, “I’m leaving early, I have a doctor’s appointment at one,” he confirmed her leave and went to get his station ready. YN followed.

She sat in agony. Indeed it was just a check-up, but what if it’s not food poisoning and was some tropical virus that will kill her. YN never truly enjoyed doctor appointments. It could’ve been nausea coming from the sterilization or the white asylum walls. The judge look from when you told them your deepest darkest secrets… your sex life.

“Ms YLN, your results are back.” the doctor opened the door, and she felt once again, a little underdressed and uncomfortable with the hospital gown on, “Congrats, you’re pregnant.” she blinked a few times, looking down and up.

“What?” the young male doctor came closer and grabbed her hand; making her even more uncomfortable.

“Ms YLN, the test came back and you don’t have food poisoning, you are pregnant.” she bit her lip.

“What, no, how?” he gave her a look and took a breath in.

“Well when-”

“Oh God, I know how children are made.” she stood up and grabbed her clothing, and heading to the bathroom.

“Ms YLN, do you know your options. You seem to be-”

“I know my fucking options. I am a capable woman of raising a child. I don’t need anything. So, get your intern butt out of my room so I can change.”

“Ms YLN, you seem to be a little upset.”

“Now!”

YN walked out in a hurry, she didn’t want to deal with this anymore. This was never her plan in life, possibly in the future, but not now. Darn Harry and his penis.

That night she let the information sit in, sitting on her windowsill, drinking tea and watching the busy streets of London; rain droplets blurring it. Her mind raced and stopped when a call came from her phone.

“Hey!” it was a FaceTime from Harry, his wide smile filling the screen and his eyes with corner crinkles. She smiled a tad bit.

“Hi,” she responded, biting her lip gently, “how are you? How’s the tour?” His smile still evident.

“Good, good. Hey, love, I have something to tell you. “ she nodded.

“I do as well. You go first,” she edged on.

“Really, are you sure?” He cleared his throat, “I meet someone. She’s super sweet and it’s going on really well.” Her heart sank a bit, but she had to be strong for herself and the baby.

“Congrats, I’m really happy for you. What’s her name?”

“Camille. Now, enough about that, what’s your news?” She knew it was time, she closed her eyes and tried her best to figure out what to say.

“Harry,” he looked so interested, “I’m pregnant.” she just went straight to the point. He blinked a few times, silence in the air.

“Who’s the lucky guy?!” His expression changed.

“Don’t play that fucking game, you know.” she took a breather, “but, I can play this off as a one night stand thing.” his expression was still blank.

“This is a lot to take in, YN. I just met someone who I think is the one and you break this news.” she nodded her head.

“It takes two to make a baby, Harry.”

“Do you know your options?”

“I’m fucking not gonna abort it, or put it up for adoption. This is my kin, my blood and bones. I’m gonna keep it. It’s up to you if you want to be apart of that.” she yelled, he was gobsmacked.

Harry blinked a few times, swallowing hard and just sitting in silence. This is a lot to take it, but maybe it’ll be good. He always wanted kids, he truly does. Maybe with having one with his best friend might spark something.

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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