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the fact that an INTRO had such a big effect on some of y’all that you felt the need to publicly complain abt it and now we don’t have an intro at all. it was not even 10 seconds of a 20 minute video and yet it bothered y’all THAT much. that’s ridiculous.

Lacey 🎀 — Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader PT2

PT 1 <- Read this one first lovelies

Word Count: 3k

Contains: Pregnancy, mentions of sex, Matt being a pervert, A very emotional

woman

Remember when I said I wasn't writing pregnancy?? | lied....

PS: If you like pistachio ice cream you're getting flamed... sorry not sorry

Matt tells you too often to let him do his job, but you don’t listen to him. Maybe you will after a long work shift, but night after night, you wake up to his daughter crying, mumble an “I’ll get it,” and hush the girl back to sleep, clad in your boyfriend's shirt.

The routine you two had mirrored that of a married couple. Matt wanted it to be his job entirely, but you’d convinced him that whoever gets up first puts Lacey back to sleep. Matt never gets up first.

You walk back into Matt’s room holding your shirt. “She threw up on me.” You purse your lips, peering down at the spit stain with a sour look on your face. Matt laughs. “She wouldn’t have thrown up on you if you let me get her.”

You sigh, peeling off your (Matt’s) shirt and grabbing another from his drawer. “I like getting her,” you hum, sinking into bed again. Matt pulls his arms around your torso, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “You won't like it after another year of it.” Butterflies fill your stomach.

Another year. Another year with Matt.

…

The grocery store was the last thing on Matt’s long to-do list for the weekend.

In the morning, before you realized how many things Matt planned for you to do, you agreed to walk. You regretted that deviation now after nearly footing yourself across the city and back. Your temper was short, and your feet were sore.

Matt presses a kiss to your cheek, noticing your tired eyes. “We just have to get baby food, then we’ll go home,” he mutters. You hum, mumbling out a “fine” and entering the supermarket.

The first thing you notice is how long the checkout lines are, and you groan. Matt notices this and laughs. “You get in line, and I’ll go get the food,” he says. You nod, letting out a moody sigh and taking steer of Lacey's stroller, heading to the checkout line.

You stay put in line, rocking Lacey's stroller back and forth, trying to keep the bustling ambiance of the store from waking her up. You fail, but continue to rock her stroller, this time in an attempt to put her back to sleep.

“You shouldn’t rock her like that. Babies get motion sickness too easily,” an old lady, presumably in her late forties, interjects, approaching you.

You shoot her a pursed smile, slowly halting the stroller rocking. “She likes it when I do it,” you quip.

She peeks at Lacey, who rests her head against the stroller's side, a small string of drool escaping her mouth while she clutches the stuffed bear you’d bought for her.

“She’s adorable, how old is she?”

“One and a half,” you reply curtly, not generally enjoying your conversation with the lady because it always leads to you awkwardly confessing you're not her mother and that you're not married to her father. Not to mention, this woman seems particularly judgy.

The lady nods, encouraging you to go further into detail about Lacey, something you don’t particularly want to do.

Matt approaches from the infant aisle to your ease, clutching Lacey's food. “Hey babe,” he smiles.

You let out a sigh of relief as he approached. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it's making excuses to get out of conversing with others. You wave him over, “Hey,” you hum, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His eyes dart between you and the woman, asking who she is with his gaze. “This is her father?” She asks, returning to Matt. You nod, pursing your lips into a smile. You clutch the bar of Lacey’s stroller and start forward, trying to avoid questions you know are coming:

“How long have you been married?”

“Was the pregnancy terrible?”

“How’d you choose her name?”

All questions you’d gotten—all questions you couldn’t answer.

“It was nice to meet you, ma’am,” you smile. Her eyes glance at your hands as you grip the stroller bar, your left hand specifically. She was looking for a ring. She was looking for a ring and didn’t find one because you weren’t married to Matt nor were you Lacey's mother. The lady's face soured; she paused lightly, pointing to your bare ring finger. “You two aren’t married?”

You sigh awkwardly, stopping dead in your tracks and biting your lip. Who does this lady think she is? “No, we—“

Matt interrupts you, snaking an arm over your shoulder. “Our rings are at the cleaners,” he bites, “The rings are being cleaned because me and my wife have obviously been married for a long time.” He gestures to Lacey as he says this. You flush at Matt’s statement but hold eye contact with the lady, who is now also flustered. She grudgingly spits out an apology. Once she’s out of earshot, you laugh and turn to Matt.

“So, Matthew, when were you going to tell me we’re married?” You smile, and Matt shakes his head. “I have never in my life met a bitchier fifty-year-old woman,” he jeers. You laugh, and then your expression fades to a serious one. “No swearing in front of Lacey!” You chide, raising a finger to his lips. Matt bites his lip playfully, “She’s not sleeping?” You shake your head in response, “She woke up when you went to get the eggs.” Matt leans over the stroller and looks at a very awake Lacey. Once she realizes his attention is on her, she smiles and holds her teddy out to him. “Hi, baby,” he coos, ruffling her thin hair.

You and Matt move up in line, close to the section where last-minute candies are displayed in the store's desperate attempts to drain consumers' money. Fortunately for the business, you are one of those consumers. Matt watches you as you pull a chocolate bar out of the display box, then another, and another, and another.

“Can you buy me these?” You ask, holding the sweets up to him. Matt laughs. “Yes, I’ll buy you those.”

…

“You know, that woman in line was so rude!” You pout, bringing up the incident for the sixth time as you reach Matt's door. Matt laughs, “Why are you letting her get to you this much baby?”

You frown. “I don’t know…” You pause for a second before continuing your rant. “She could’ve just kept her mouth shut! There was no reason she had to ask so many questions about our personal lives,” you huff, “And her perfume smelled bad.”

Matt chuckles at your pettiness and keys open his apartment door. “You have the perfume she was wearing,” he grins, creaking the door open. You step inside.

“No, I don’t. That perfume smelled horrid.”

“It’s the second one to the right on your perfume shelf. You wore it on our first date.”

You blink at his persistence but shake your head. No way you’d wear a perfume that pungent. “Come here,” Matt says, walking to your shared room. You follow behind him, and he points to a small vanilla bottle. “That’s the perfume that lady was wearing,” he points with a smirk on his face. You grab the perfume and spray it on the ball of your wrist. When you bring your arm up to smell it, your eyes widen. It was the perfume the lady was wearing, and the smell made you want to hurl.

You gulp back the contents of your stomach and push Matt to the hall. “Go get Lacey; she’s still in her stroller,” you blurt.

Matt nods and leaves the room. Once he’s out of sight, you make a beeline for the bathroom and empty your guts into the toilet.

You grip the toilet's edges and throw up your breakfast and lunch… to the smell of vanilla.

You stand and flush the toilet, contemplating what the hell just happened. You find the sink and wash your hands and wrists, making sure the soap erased all of the vanilla scent.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. That perfume was one of your signature scents; you wore vanilla and daisy perfume. You’d been leaning into newer scents lately, but there was no way the smell of vanilla would ever make you hurl.

Your train of thought is interrupted by an energetic Lacey. She stomps into the bathroom and grabs your damp hand, leaving you to forget what you were thinking about.

“Show time! Show time!” Lacey repeats, pulling you out of the room with as much force as she can muster. You laugh and walk out with her, and Matt smiles from the sofa when he sees you tread into the room. “We’re watching Tangled,” he announces, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. He pulls Lacey into his lap, and you nestle your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Whose choice was it?” You joke. Matt smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple, then one to Lacey's. “It was the choice of this little princess,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around Lacey's torso and hugging her close to him.

Lacey falls asleep after the second musical number. That’s when you and Matt stop watching the movie, given it was Lacey’s favorite and you’d seen it several times.

Matt moves Lacey to her crib and meets you in your shared room. Too tired to shower, you peel your shirt off, ready to switch into a nightshirt but pause. “Matt… look at me,” you say, turning to face him.

Matt immediately raises a brow. “Not like that!” You huff, “Stop being perverted!”

Matt raises his hands in innocence. “You're standing there without a shirt on telling me to look at you, and I’m the perverted one?”

You feel your cheeks flushing and bite your lip. “No, like— do you notice anything different?”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”

”Yeah, but—“

Matt cuts you off. “Your body is perfect exactly like that.”

Your face scrunches in annoyance. “No—Matt! Do my boobs look bigger?!” You exclaim.

Matt's eyes widen at your outburst. He takes the opportunity to study your chest (for far too long) before nodding, “Yeah, they do look bigger.”

He approaches behind you and cups your tits with his palms, giving them a slight squeeze. You wince at his motion, sucking your teeth. “Fuck. Sorry! Did that hurt?” Matt immediately drops his hands.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t know why I did that,” you fabricate, lying through your teeth.

Matt pecks butterfly kisses down your neck. “Let's go to bed.”

…

Lacey rarely disagrees with you. She disagrees with Matt plenty, but when it comes to you, you're her biggest role model.

She does not want to leave the park. You don’t know how to get her to leave the park without putting your foot down, and something you're incapable of doing is being stern with Lacey.

“Lace, c’mon, let's go to daddy.”

“No.” Lacey crosses her arms. ”Hunny, it's time to go home.” You try.

“No.”

“Lacey—“ The toddler ignores you, and your lip starts to tremble. Where is this flood of emotion coming from?

You try one more time before Lacey’s constant rebuffs break you, and crocodile tears start streaming down your face.

“Y/N?”

Matt's hand is on your shoulder, urging you to get up from your crouching position. You stand up and attempt to wipe your tears away with the back of your hand.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He questions, picking Lacey up to hold her at his hip. You sniffle. “She wont listen to me.”

Lacey protests loudly as Matt picks her up, babbling little “no’s” repeatedly. “Lace, do you want ice cream?” Matt coos, effectively pacifying the toddler who loudly babbles in response.

Matt is confused, judging by how many chocolate bars you’d purchased earlier, he guessed you were on your period, but he heavily doubted anything Lacey said or did would make you this emotional period or not.

“Y/N, is everything at work okay?”

You nod, urging him that everything is fine. It’s the truth. Matt doesn’t quite believe you, skepticism laced in his eyes.

“Do both of my girls need ice cream?” He asks. You nod.

Pistachio ice cream is disgusting. This was something you and Matt both agreed on: If you order pistachio ice cream, you're over the age of fifty or you have broken taste buds.

So when you lean over the counter and ask the clerk behind the glass for a large pistachio ice cream, Matt stares at you with a mix of confusion and amusement but follows in ordering Lacey a kiddie-sized vanilla.

“You ordered pistachio ice cream,” Matt teases, bopping Lacey's nose with his finger, and she laughs. “She ordered pistachio ice cream, Lace, isn’t that weird.”

It’s obvious Lacey doesn’t know what he’s saying, but she still giggles at her father's antics. You cross your arms playfully, “shut up.” You huff, spooning the ice cream into your mouth.

You and Matt walk slowly out of the park because Lacey’s on foot. You're halfway done with your ice cream when you stop abruptly, and the pieces finally connect in your mind.

You’d been moody - period moody but weren’t on your period. You threw up at one of your favorite scents and ordered pistachio ice cream for god sake.

Holy shit.

“Matt, I think I’m pregnant,” you blurt.

Matt stops dead in his tracks when your words process in his head. His mouth falls into a slight ‘o’ shape, and he grips Lacey's hand slightly tighter.

You look at him and wince at his initial reaction, starting to feel a lump form in your throat. “I-is that bad?” You ask.

Matt swallows harshly. “No-no, baby it's not bad, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

He picks up Lacey, who’s looking back and forth between the two of you in confusion, and buckles her in her stroller, gripping the handlebar with one hand to give his full attention to you.

He studied your face; your eyes were reddish as you looked up at him. You breathed, waiting for Matt to break the silence.

“Let’s stop by the pharmacy on the way home, yeah?” Matt grips your hand, giving you an encouraging squeeze. You nod, knowing your voice will betray you if you try to speak.

You hesitate at the pharmacy’s entrance once you get there. Matt takes quick notice of this. “You stay here with Lacey; I’ll go in - I’ll be thirty seconds.”

“Ok.” You smile lightly at him and take a turn with the stroller.

…

You subconsciously lock yourself in the bathroom when you get home. You didn’t mean to lock Matt out, but you didn’t have the courage to do this with him.

You’re internally freaking out and trying to ground yourself by telling yourself “It’s just peeing on a stick.” This does the opposite of calming your heart rate.

You view the test. Two lines - positive. You freeze in place for a moment before Matt creaks the door open, “Baby, you’ve been in here forty min…”

Silence stifles his words once he sees the positive test in your grasp. “You're pregnant,” he smiles.

Your mind is overwhelmed with new information, and your mouth runs dry, unable to speak. You hug Matt tightly, clinging to him, knowing that's what you need to calm yourself down. “I won't be a good mother,” you mutter into his chest.

Matt's look hardens. “Have you seen yourself with Lacey? You’re a natural. You put her to sleep, feed her, you have the most controlled temper I’ve ever seen, and she loves you, Y/N.”

You frown. “Are you forgetting I’m here?” Matt continues, “I was a single dad for a year; you're going to have support baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I'm going to take care of you.”

A small smile creeps onto your face with Matt's encouragement. Matt notices your change in face and smiles, “We're going to have a baby.”

The realization sinks in, and you laugh, repeating Matt’s words. “We're going to have a baby.”

Matt ushers you to the bed where you sit down. There’s a bottle of Gatorade on the bed stand and one of your chocolate bars. “Electrolytes,” Matt smiles, handing you the drink which you steadily down.

You sit for a moment in content silence before you speak up, “Where’s Lacey?”

”The sitter came and picked her up, thought we needed some alone time.”

You laugh, “Alone time is good.” Matt nods, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “It’s my fault… the shit I said at the hotel.”

You can tell he’s too nervous to admit what he said and smirk, “You mean when you said you wanted to breed me and then begged to come inside of me… yeah, I think this is your fault,” you tease.

Matt laughs wholeheartedly and presses a kiss to your lips, pecking you twice. Then he pecks your forehead, above your brow, and both of your cheeks before he’s back to your lips in a full-on make-out session.

“I love you.” He presses a hand to your stomach.

Matt nudges his nose against yours, tilting his head to get better access to your lips. His lips taste minty from his ice cream sample. You take his scent in, the mix of his shampoo and Lacey's baby powder.

His stubble grazes your face as he leans over you. You laugh lightly into his mouth as the stubble tickles your cheeks. He feels wonderful.

Your hands move from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them. Your stomach felt fuzzy - your head felt fuzzy - and he didn’t stop moving his lips against yours. His hands roam your back and send goosebumps up your spine. When you pull away gasping for oxygen Matt pecks your neck. An innocent action coming from him. His hands prod your waist, sliding from your back to your stomach. He gently squeezes your sides and grips your waist lightly.

“I love you.” He presses a kiss behind your ear. “I love you.” He repeats. Another kiss followed.

You smile, you love it when he’s sappy. You cup his cheeks and press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “I love you too Matt.”

“Since I got you pregnant do you think we should get married?”

You play along, raising an eyebrow. “Get me a ring and I’ll think about it.”

Did you see the video where Israeli soldiers dressed up like Muslim women and doctors and stormed the hospital in the West Bank and assassinated 3 young Palestinians?⁣

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Did you see the bloody pillow with the bullet hole in it?⁣

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THIS IS WHO THEY MURDERED IN THAT BED. A paralyzed CHILD named Bassel. ⁣

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This video was taken just one day before Israel literally shot him in the face in his bed. ⁣

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Just when you think they can’t get any lower, they do. I don’t care what lies they tell about this child, it is illegal EVERYWHERE to do what they did. ⁣

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This kid had nothing to do with October 7th. And anything else he did, you simply aren’t allowed to go into a hospital and murder a paralyzed child. ⁣

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It’s CRAZY that we even have to say this. ⁣

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And the White House actually defended this today, but it was before this video was released. ⁣

Source: Defence for children international - Palestine.

Israeli occupation forces unleashed a military attack dog on a four-year-old Palestinian boy in the northern occupied West Bank this week.

The incident occurred during an arrest operation in Balata refugee camp near Nablus on February 4. The dog was unleashed into the Hashash family apartment, attacking 4-year-old Ibrahim Hashash after knocking him from his mother’s arms.

The dog tore his clothes and bit him repeatedly, causing profuse bleeding for about three minutes until Israeli forces intervened.

Ibrahim has been taken to Rafidia Hospital in Nablus, where he’s expected to receive plastic surgery to repair his injuries.

“Israeli forces routinely show complete disregard, and often contempt, for Palestinian children’s lives and safety. In a hyper-militarized environment where systemic impunity is the norm, kids like Ibrahim will increasingly be targets,” said Ayed Abu Eqtaish, accountability program director at DCIP.

Israeli forces systematically use military dogs to attack Palestinian civilians, including children, during military incursions into Palestinian cities and towns.

I just want to add, what could a child seriously do to the heavily armed soldiers in the West bank?? They're just doing this to fulfill sick and twisted fantasies and horrors.

m.list

harry potter:

james potter sirius black  remus lupin poly!marauders regulus black

marvel:

peter parker matt murdock eddie brock/venom

criminal minds:

spencer reid | 3 aaron hotchner | 3 | 4 | 5 derek morgan emily prentiss jennifer jareau

stranger things:

eddie munson | 3 steve harrington robin buckley jim hopper jonathan byers

top gun/top gun maverick:

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw jake ‘hangman’ seresin (coming soon!) robert ‘bob’ floyd

star wars:

anakin skywalker obi-wan kenobi han solo din djarin

miscellaneous:

indiana jones kurt kunkle

Just a reminder of how shitty these ppl r !! If u won’t support Palestine bc of, idk, the fact that it’s basic human fucking decency to do so and because you want innocent civilians dead, then maybe your rotted brain might process that Israel and the American government funding this genocide affects YOU too 🫵🏻🥰

💀ily nick

The double standard 🤮

Also when israeli diaper force snipes 4 year old, media says "accidentally a stray bullet found its way into a 3-4 year old young lady"

I just wait for the day when israel has to pay for everything it has done. We will never forgive, we will never forget.

Lacey 🎀 - Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Content Warnings: explicit language, SMUT! (With plot), Matt w/ a breeding kink

For my anons who requested DAD!Matt. Hope you love <3

PT2 <-

You knock on Matt’s door, suitcase in tow, damp from the rain. He’s at there in seconds, shirtless, Lacey cooing at his hip. You sigh.

“They told me they were starting the renovations this month; I didn’t think they meant the first of the month.”

Matt laughs, lugging your suitcase inside. “Trade ya,” you coo, holding your arms out for Lacey. Matt complies, letting his one-year-old fall into your arms. She grips your hair carefully looping it around her fingers, a habit she picked up at six months. “And why aren’t you asleep, Ms?” You coo. Lacey rests her head above your chest, wrapping her short legs as far as she can around your torso. “Da-da” she babbles, raising a finger to Matt. You laugh.

“Oh, so this is your fault.” You joke. Matt raises his hands pleading innocent. “She took a three-hour-long nap and now refuses to sleep!” He laughs.

“I’ll put her down, go put a shirt on.” You smile. Carrying Lacey to her nursery.

Matt put work into Lacey's room; it was decorated with bows and teddies, pink from head to toe, with a white rocking chair adjoining her crib.

She protests when you attempt to lay her down, so you decide in your tiredness to hold her against you. You sway with her in the chair, humming her to sleep. Holding her with too much love to simply be doing a favor for a friend.

“She went down easy.” You say softly approaching Matt. He’s at the stovetop, cooking something in a frying pan. “She always does with you,” He laughs. “I’m making food if you want some,” he adds, “if you count frozen fried rice as a dinner.”

“Frozen dinners are nothing new to me, Matt.”

“She's getting so sassy.” Matt laughs. “She’s one!” You interpose. “The sassiest one-year-old I’ve ever met.” Matt snorts. The two of you laugh over Lacey for a bit too long until Matt stands. “I have a shit ton of errands I have to do tomorrow—I should sleep.” He says.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You urge. “Do you want my bed, I’ll take the couch?”

“No, you have a comfy couch. Plus, I want to watch some TV. Anyways.”

You change into loungewear and cozy onto the sofa, switching on the TV. Matt has the comfiest couch you’d ever slept on. Not that you’d slept on countless men’s sofas, but being friends with a girl dad had its perks.

You switch your show off at one a.m. The binge might have been too much. You lay back on the couch, shutting your eyes, but your peace is short-lived—Lacey cries, breaking the silence. You decide to be the one to soothe her, concluding Matt’s sleeping you creep to Lacey’s nursery and cradle her into your arms.

“Hunny, you're gonna wake up your daddy.” You lull, nursing her head. You pace the room with the toddler in your arms, bouncing as you step to pacify her. “Attagirl” You hum, seeing her close her eyes. You set her in her crib once more, hovering over her to adore her features.

“She's cute huh?” Matt sighs, he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“She’s got your eyes.” You smile, turning to face him, “You know—I was trying to do something nice for you and put her back to sleep, but you being here awake defeats the whole purpose.” You pout. Matt smiles at your claim lightheartedly. “Not the whole purpose.” Matt drawls, “Because I wasn’t the one bouncing around the room with her.” You laugh, stepping out of the space with him. “You’d be a great mother, you know.” He hums. “I doubt it.” You counter. Matt stares for a second.“I trust you around my daughter more than anyone else; you know that?”

“I know.” You gush.

You bite your lip, knowing he’s going to go back to bed but wanting to stop the inevitable. “Matt?” You question. He turns his head to yours, his way of saying he’s listening. You step closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck. “I’m gonna kiss you.” You hum. “Go ahead, ma’”

With that, you pull his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. The kiss is half-lidded and tired, but your lips move against each other like parts of a puzzle. “Come to bed with me.” Matt urges. You raise a brow smiling. “Nothing sexual…” he groans, “It’ll be better than the couch.” You chuckle, “Just teasing Matt.”

The two of you wake up to Matt's blaring alarm. You groan, mumbling a “turn it off '' pulling a pillow over your head. “Sorry! Sorry!” Matt jeers, reaching over your body for his phone, and quickly clicking the alarm off.

“Okay, I have to go grocery shopping, do you want anything?” You cut him a look, pulling the pillow off your face. “Okay… You want to sleep, so I will leave...”

You sleep late. Late enough for Matt to have gone out of the house three times. The third time he’s back in the house he’d had enough of your snores. “Let's go wake Y/N, huh Lace?” Matt calls. He places Lacey down on the bed. She coos, crawling over to your sleeping form. “Mama! Mama!” She echoes, smiling widely.

Matt's eyes go wide. Mama?

He’s at a loss for words. She's never said that word before. She's calling you Mama? Maybe it was just a mix of words. Fuck.

“Hey, Lace?” Matt questions, almost as if expecting an answer. Lacey looks up at him for a split second, definitely more enamored in you. “Let's let Y/N sleep okay?” He says picking her up. “No, no, no.” She croons, her little eyebrows furring. “Mama!” She points, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “Lace, c’mon. Jesus.” He’s fighting a losing battle.

You sit up, blinking yourself awake to the sight in front of you, Matt fighting to keep his little girl in his grasp. She sees you awake and wriggles even more, twisting her hips around. “Matt you can let her go, I’m awake.” He sighs loudly. Letting her plop down on the bed. “Mama!” She calls, scooting over to you as fast as she can.

Your eyes go wide, shooting Matt a look. Did she just call you mama? Matt bites his lip nervously. You exhale deeply, choosing to ignore it for now, deciding to give Lacey the attention she wants you to hold her in the air, gently swooning her around. She squeals, bubbling with giggles. You laugh along with her, hers proving to be contagious.

“Breakfast?” Matt suggests. You nod, smiling greedily. “More like lunch, actually.” He smiles.

The two of you sit down after Matt puts Lacey down for a nap. It was a struggle.

You sit next to each other on the kitchen island, eating French toast out of takeout boxes. “This is nice. Thank you.”

“It’s my thank you, for putting her to sleep last night,” Matt says.

An awkward silence meets the two of you. The only sounds are the clanks of your utensils.

“So… uh—We kissed.” Matt interposes. You nod your head, “yeah…” Matt sighs, “And my daughter is calling you mom.” You nod again, smiling curtly at the unimaginable situation. “Yeah.” You laugh, awkwardness laced in your tone. Matt groans, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry—I guess she’s never really had any motherly figures in her life before. You’re kind of the only one.” You shake your head, biting your lip. “I don’t mind. It’s cute—Unless you have a problem with it, I don’t want to make things weird.”

Matt chuckles, “I’ll try and get her to call you Y/N, but she’s stubborn.” He jests, then his tone becomes genuine, “Okay, the kiss.” He adds. You smile childishly recalling the previous night. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

Matt hadn’t been on a formal date in a year and a half. So nervous was an understatement. Yes, you two were living together for the time being. Yes, you’d already mutually agreed you had feelings for each other and yes, he was scared shitless.

“You look nice,” Matt compliments. “Thank you.” You hum, leaning across the dashboard to press a kiss to his jaw. “So what are we eating?” You question, leaning back in your seat. “Italian,” Matt smiles, starting the car out of the lot.

The strong aromas of rich sauces fill your nose the second you step into the restaurant. You inhale lightly; Matt notices your gesture and smiles. “I'm guessing I chose right?” He smiles. “I do love pasta.” You hum, making your way to the reservation desk. “Sturniolo, Matthew,” Matt introduces, looking at a worker in white

The waiter shoots Matt a knowing look, almost like they know each other, grabbing two menus out of a slot. “Right this way,” he says, gesturing to the more secluded parts of the restaurant.

“This is fancy, Matthew.” You laugh, pulling your chair out. “I haven’t been out in a while—I know you haven’t been out in a while, so why not wine and dine you?” You laugh. “Wine does sound good right now.”

“What is this?” You laugh at the elongated French word sprawled across the menu. “I have no idea. We should order it and find out,” Matt jests. “For fifty dollars?” You smirk. Matt smiles, “Maybe a Google search is a better option for that one.”

Matt glances at the menu, a playful smile on his face. “Any preferences, or should I just surprise you?”

You laugh, “Surprise me. I trust your taste.”

Matt orders, leaving the waiter to come back minutes later with two plates of beautifully presented pasta in hand. You let out a “wow” as he sets the plates down.

“I haven’t been to a restaurant since before Lacey was born,” Matt confesses. You laugh “Shit, I can’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

Between mouthfuls, you and Matt make easy small talk, conversations flowing freely between the two of you—a mixture of lighthearted banter and genuine connection.

The waiter makes rounds, discreetly refilling your wine glasses, adding to the sense of indulgence.

“Finished?” A server asks, his French accent overpowering his words. “Yeah,” Matt replies, stacking the plates for him. “You ready?” He asks lightly, gesturing towards the door. “Yeah.”

“So did you wear that shirt just to tease me?” Matt says casually. Your cheeks flush red, and you giggle slightly. “Maybe...” you drawl, “Is it working?”

Matt curses under his breath, “A little too well.”

You step outside, turning the corner fast. Matt pulls your lips to his hungrily, so fast you stumble slightly into him. He snakes his hand under your top, pressing his cold palm to the arch of your back. You gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck Matt.” He presses you back against the building leaning into you, kissing your neck harshly. “Jesus Y/N. I want you so bad.”

Your eyes dart around. You are not about to have car sex for you first time with him.

“Hotel,” You breathe, pointing across the street. Matt’s eyes follow yours, he nods slightly at your request “Yeah.” He breathes, pulling you over the curb, with no regard for oncoming traffic.

It doesn’t take Matt long to secure a room, the worker shoots the two of you disapproving looks handing you a swipe card. “Knock yourselves out.” The lady mumbles. “Trust me, we will.” Matt chides, under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

The two of you rush to the elevator. Once you are in Matt eagerly hits the button, “Why’d they put us on the fucking sixth floor. "He huffs, tapping his foot against the metal ground with eagerness. The door dings, signaling you’ve reached the floor. Matt lets out a sigh and pulls you out of the box. Kissing you harshly.

“Fuck, Matt—room.” You stammer. Matt complies and paces down the hallway in a near jog, your hand in his. He swipes the room card quickly and the transactor beeps red. “Fuck.” Matt breathes under his breath. You take the card from his hand and swipe it yourself. Slowly. “Pipe down lover boy.” You jeer, pushing the door open.

By the time the door’s closed both of your shirts had been discarded on the plaid rug. Your lips fall together messily, Matt's hands never leaving your body.

You sigh against his lips. “Matt, I need you.”

“I know,” He mumbles, toppling onto the bed with you.

Matt tugs on your bra fervently, “Fuck. Can I take this off?” He groans. You nod eagerly. He takes the bra off in one swift motion, not bothering to push it aside once it's off you.

He presses a kiss to your perked nipple sending a shiver down your body. “Matt, c’mon.” You groan, he’s teasing.

Matt trails his head down, loose hairs tickling your abdomen, he presses a kiss to your stomach, looking up at you. “You want to do this?” You nod rapidly. “Matt if you don’t touch me right now I’m going to get myself off.” With that, he rips off his belt. You, at the same time, shimmying your pants off your ankles.

“You're so pretty.” He gushes, wasting no time to dip a finger in your core. You whimper at the feeling. “Fuck, your so sensitive” He groans, “When’s the last time you’ve been touched like this?”

“Stop talking and move faster.” You moan, grinding against his fingers. “Sorry ma’” He quips, adding a second finger, pumping them quickly into your walls. He quickly finds your g-spot, chuckling slightly, when you wither under him. He abuses it, thrusting his fingers into your plush spot every time he prods his fingers. “Matt I’m gonna cum” You whine, he smirks as you scrunch your eyes.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You babble through a trail of whimpers.

You orgasm around him, velvet walls clenching around his fingers. “You’re so sexy,” Matt mutters, pressing a kiss to your hips. He crouches above you, pulling his boxers off. His tip is red, awaiting release, glistening with precum.

He spits in his palm, pumping his dick twice before lining himself with your entrance, pushing himself in slowly, groaning as you tense around him. “You’re so tight fuck.” He moans bottoming out.

You pinch your eyes shut, “Matt—move.” You whine. He nods, starting a rhythmic pace against your hips. “So -ngh- good with kids why don’t I -mmph- give you your own. “ Matt moans, sending your mind into a frenzy. Your walls clench around him and he smirks. “You like it when I talk like that?” He grunts. “You want me to breed you?”

Your moans rise in pitch signaling to Matt your close. A trail of whimpers leaves your mouth, you, shaking your head slightly. “Oh—Matt. I can’t- I can’t.” He keeps his thrusts steady. “Yes you can’ c’mon”

“I'm cumming!” You shout, walls spamming around his length. “Good girl,” Matt grunts through his own moans chasing his high.

“Fuck! Can I cum inside?” Matt pleads, his thrusts growing sloppier. “Please.” You whine.

Matt moans, jolting his hips against yours, “Shit.” He curses, harshly gritting his teeth while he comes. His hips jolt against yours weakly before he pulls out and topples off you, sinking into the bedsheets. “Oh my god.” You sigh, chest heaving as you're grounded to reality. “Matt I..”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He interjects, cutting you off. You breathe deeply, letting a happy laugh fall from your lips. “Yes, I'll be your girlfriend!” You laugh, pulling his lips to yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Matt pulls away faster than you expect a look of worry on his face.“Lacey,” he curses, shooting up from bed.

Your eyes widen and you prop yourself against the headrest. He pulls on his jeans and boxers, loosely tossing you your shirt. You pull your top on swiftly. “The sitter?” You question. “We were supposed to be back fifty minutes ago.” He bites his lip, hastily checking the time on his phone.

Matt runs his hand through his hair anxiously. You face him, stationing hands on both his shoulders. “Matt. Breathe. Call the sitter, tell her you're sorry, and tell her you're on your way home.” Matt pauses, complying and dialing the sitter. She picks up on the second ring.

“Gloria, I am so sorry,” he breathes through the line. “We're going to the car now—be there in ten.” He rambles.

“It’s okay,” she assures. “Lacey’s sleeping. I’m glad your date went well.” She laughs. Matt thanks the woman, leaning his head back with relief.

“Everything’s okay. Let’s go see your girl.” You urge, collecting your last belongings and leaving the room.

Matt drives back quickly, fast enough to have you questioning if half the turns he’s made are legal. You exit the car to his complex's elevator, Matt taking fast-quick strides. “Lacey is fine,” you reassure, feigning his anxiousness. “Lacey's fine.” He repeats. You can tell he’s trying to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Matt bursts into his apartment door like a man possessed, scaring poor Gloria, whose neck snaps to the door immediately. “In her crib?” Matt asks. Gloria nods. You follow Matt down the hall to Lacey’s room.

Matt pauses when he sees her sleeping soundly in her crib, exhaling deeply.

You snake your arms around his torso, lulling him into a hug. “See, she’s fine.” You hum. Matt melts against your touch, resting his head beside yours. “You’re amazing,” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

“Where’s Mama?” Lacey lisps, crossing her stubby arms. Matt groans; he’s sitting on the floor, across from his one-year-old with a clear attitude problem. “Y/N is at work,” he claims, handing Lacey her toy ball, which she refuses, claiming incoherently that she “only wants mama.”

This soon turns into wailing. Matt, unsure how to console his daughter, pinches his eyes shut when her plastic ball hits his face. He looks at her disapprovingly, which only makes her sob harder. “Is it nap time?” He asks, tilting his head towards the toddler. “Nap with mama.” Lacey huffs.

He sighs deeply, turning his head when he hears the door click open. “Hey! I got out early today,” you say, closing the door gently behind you. “That’s nice. Lacey's being a little demon,” he jests.

“Maaaama,” she babbles, scooting your way. You meet her halfway, picking her up. “Hi, baby.” You coo. “You're being mean to your daddy?” Matt laughs, pointing to the red ball, now across the room. “She threw that at me.” He laughs.

You gasp, feigning shock. “Did she?” You laugh. Matt nods, a smile plastered on his face.

“Oh! I have some good news.” You recall, setting Lacey down. She protests lightly but is quickly drawn back into her toys.

Matt stands, locking eyes with yours. He hums, signaling he’s listening. “They finished my apartment.” You point. His jaw clenches slightly. “And…?”

“And I wanted to talk to you about it…” You say, questioning your decision to bring the topic up. Matt picks Lacey up from behind, having her face you, she immediately reaches for you cooing gibberish. “You’re really going to move away from her.” He pouts playfully.

You pause. “You want me to stay?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Maybe you should move in—just for Lacey.” He kisses you softly, holding Lacey sandwiched between the two of you. “Yeah, for Lacey.” You laugh.

CRUSH (reader x bsf! matt)

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY. matt is the reader’s best friend, who also happens to be in love with her. although they have a very flirty relationship, he’s not sure if reader reciprocates his feelings. the reader is oblivious to matt’s love for her, and the two never act on their feelings. so for now, it’s just a crush.

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