𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

briseur de règles (m. sturniolo)

↳ summary: in which there are strict rules that one must follow that matt has set in place, except one person, and one comment about it brings on a shocking revelation.

↳ warnings: swearing, oblivious!matt, best friends to lovers, sickeningly sweet fluff, and she/her pronouns are used.

↳ author's note  title loosely translates to rule breaker in english from french.

↳ author's note pt 2: half of these "rules" are made up. also i wrote this at 5AM...it's not edited okay.

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THIRD PERSON POV

to be apart of matt's life and daily routine, is to abide by certain rules.

1. you must not touch or move mr. wrinkleton, you must not carelessly throw him around or knock him out of his designated spot, if you do, you must apologize. and above all, you must ask for permission to sit on matt's bed and wait for permission from the stuffed pug.

2. you are not allowed to go on or touch matt's phone, you have your own, use it.

3. do not touch his hair or him in general, he's not a fan of physical affection unless it comes from family.

4. ask to borrow his clothes, don't just take them.

5. if you want a root beer from the fridge, ask matt, not his brothers or don't just take one, also you have to replace.

6. chris gets shotgun. that's just how it is.

everyone that is close enough to matt to know these rules, has them engraved on the walls of their brains, following them with heavy caution. and that's how it's always been, everyone followed them out of respect for him and his belongings.

however, one person was seemingly exempt from these rules, despite her following them. but after awhile, matt just kind of stopped reminding her of the rules and let her do as she pleased.

nick and chris picked up on matt's leniency when it came to her following rules, teasing him about it after working through their initial shock. i mean, his own brothers were constantly reprimanded for knocking mr wrinkleton off the bed more times than they had fingers to count on.

matt holed himself away in his room with y/n, and paid little to no attention to the show playing on his tv, but rather smiled down at his best friend, cuddled up in his bed, with his stuffed pug, wearing his sweater. he felt on top of the world and couldn't quite understand why. that was until nick and chris shared their combined two cents.

"matt, do you realize why you let her break all these rules in place or are you just gonna continue being an oblivious dumbass?" chris whispered, struggling to contain his laugh as matt's whipped around to face him, his ever so famous glare painted on his face.

"what the fuck do you mean?"

"think about it matt. she's wearing your clothes, cuddling your special stuffed pug, in your bed, while cuddled up to you. all of which you've never let anyone do, not even your girlfriends in the past." nick chimed in, walking away with a smug grin on his face.