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CRAWLING BACK TO YOU – CHRIS STURNIOLO

pairing: toxic!fwb!chris sturniolo x fwb!fem!reader synopsis: you knew it was toxic. him. the whatever-situationship you had. you knew you shouldn’t go back, but somehow you always do. maybe it’s the way he says your name, or how he makes it feel real for a second. you forget how much it hurts—until it does again. and by then, you’re already in too deep. warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, angst, mentions of sex, toxic relationship

“what the fuck is this?” y/n said, slamming a tube of lip gloss onto the table with more force than necessary. it clattered against the wood, bounced once, then rolled slightly—wobbling before settling right between them.

chris barely glanced up. “lipstick or whatever,” he muttered, one shoulder lifting in a lazy half-shrug, his eyes still glued to his phone like it was more important than the person in front of him.

“this isn’t mine, chris,” y/n said, her voice low now. sharp. dangerous in that quiet, glass-edged way that always came before something shattered.

he hummed. barely even a real sound. not acknowledgment. not denial. just... noise. like she was background static. like she wasn’t even worth the energy it would take to lie.

her fingers twitched at her sides. she stared at him, waiting. hoping. god, hoping he’d say something that would make this make sense. that he’d flinch. that his expression would shift—guilt, panic, something. she would’ve taken a stupid excuse, even a bad one. “it’s my sister’s.” “a friend left it.” “i don’t know where it came from.” anything.

even a lie would’ve shown he cared enough to try.

but he didn’t.

he just kept scrolling. like her pain was a playlist he’d already skipped through a hundred times. eyes moving across his screen like it held more weight than her heart ever did.

“that’s it?” she asked, a bitter laugh bubbling up, tasting like rust in the back of her throat. “you’re not even gonna pretend to care?”

chris sighed then. like she was the one exhausting him. like she was the problem. he finally lowered his phone, fingers still resting on the screen, thumb twitching like he couldn’t wait to go back to it.

“what do you want me to say?” he asked, his tone flat. bored. defensive.

as if it were her being unreasonable.

and somehow, that hurt more than if he’d yelled. more than if he’d admitted to everything. more than if he’d just said it meant nothing. because at least then, nothing would’ve meant something.

“we’re not even together anyway,” he added, casual. careless. like it was just a fact. not a bomb. not a confession. not a blade to the chest.

her breath caught mid-throat. a thousand things she could’ve said stacked behind her teeth, too thick to speak. instead, she swallowed them all down and said:

“you sure act like it whenever another guy’s interested in me.”

her voice cracked halfway through. not from heartbreak—but exhaustion. the kind that settles in your bones and stays there, even when you sleep. the kind that doesn’t go away with time, because it isn’t just about this fight. it’s about every one before it. every silent moment. every cold shoulder. every gaslight flickering in the dark.

he didn’t respond. didn’t argue. didn’t deny. just stared at her like she was loud for no reason. like her anger was inconvenient. like her pain was annoying.

and that’s when it all started pouring out. like floodgates breaking. like a dam she didn’t know she was holding back had finally given in.

“you don’t get to pick and choose when i matter to you,” y/n said, quieter now. no yelling. no drama. just truth. heavy, ugly, cutting truth. “you don’t get to play boyfriend when it suits you, and then act like i’m a stranger when it doesn’t. you don’t get to use me at night—take from me—and then pretend there was never anything there.”

the silence that followed wasn’t still. it wasn’t peaceful. it was suffocating. thick. pressing against her chest, sinking her further into the realization she didn’t want to face.

he didn’t move.

didn’t reach for her.

didn’t look ashamed.

and that was her answer.

“fuck you, chris,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. there was no need to scream it. no need to throw anything. the words settled like dust in the air. like ashes. like the aftermath of something already burned down.

she grabbed her bag, fingers shaking so hard she almost dropped it. she turned before he could see her fall apart.

she didn’t slam the door.

didn’t give him that satisfaction.

the quiet was louder than anything she could’ve screamed.

outside, the air was colder than she remembered. it bit at her skin like it knew something had changed. her hands trembled as she fumbled with her keys, missing the lock more than once. her reflection in the car window looked unfamiliar. red eyes. pale lips. someone on the edge.

the drive home was a blur—red lights, green lights, she couldn’t tell the difference. she didn’t even know if the radio was on. everything felt distant. faded. like she was watching her own life from outside her body.

when she got home, the silence in her apartment was brutal. not comforting. not calm. just empty. she dropped her bag. her keys. herself. right onto the couch, like gravity had finally dragged her down.

and then it hit her.

the sob. the kind that starts in your stomach and explodes out of your throat before you can catch it. she curled in on herself, sleeves pulled over her hands, crying like she’d been holding it in for years.

it wasn’t about the lip gloss. it was never about the lip gloss.

it was about every unanswered question. every time she felt like an afterthought. every night he held her like she meant something, and every morning he acted like she didn’t. it was about loving someone who never really showed up.

it hurt—god, it hurt—not because she lost him. but because she finally realized she never really had him.

her phone buzzed.

once. twice. again.

his name on the screen. still saved with that stupid heart. still pretending like things hadn’t fallen apart in her hands.

can we talk?

she stared at the message, heart thudding. she didn’t answer. didn’t move. just flipped the phone face-down.

the silence that followed was heavier than before.

but she let it stay.

that night, sleep never really came. her bed felt too cold. her brain too loud. she kept replaying it—his shrug. his voice. his indifference.

but somewhere in the wreckage of her thoughts, something shifted. small. fragile. a tiny part of her had finally had enough.

in the morning, her eyes were swollen, but her chest didn’t feel as crushed. she moved slow. like someone learning how to breathe again. made coffee. washed her face. didn’t check her phone.

and the days passed.

not easily. not without hurting. but they passed.

she still missed him, in flashes. when she heard a song they used to play. when she made too much coffee. when her phone buzzed and she still, for a split second, hoped it was him—even when she knew better.

the messages didn’t stop.

sometimes they were angry. sometimes apologetic. sometimes manipulative wrapped in sweetness.

but they weren’t for her. not really. they were for the version of her who would forgive. who would fold. who would forget.

and then, one tuesday, something broke.

she hadn’t slept. hadn’t eaten. everything felt too heavy. she curled into the couch, sobbing into her sleeves again, hating herself for still missing someone who never chose her.

and when his name lit up her screen again—she caved.

i miss you

three words.

and it was enough.

her fingers hovered. then typed.

come over

she stared at it too long. prayed it wouldn’t send. dreaded that it would.

but the reply came fast.

on my way

she sat there, hollowed out. part of her wanted to scream. part of her just didn’t want to be alone.

she threw on a hoodie. wiped her face. paced.

the knock came quicker than she expected.

her heart jumped.

she opened the door—just a crack.

there he was.

same boy. same tired eyes. same half-smile like nothing ever happened.

he stepped inside like he still belonged.

they stood there, quiet. heavy.

“you look tired,” he said softly.

“i am,” she replied.

he reached for her.

and she let him.

god, she let him.

his arms felt like memory. like habit. like weakness.

and for a moment, it felt good to stop fighting.

but underneath the warmth, beneath the way her body leaned into his like muscle memory—there it was. the truth. bare. undeniable.

this wasn’t healing.

this was reopening the wound just to feel something again.

and she knew: she could never stop herself, that she'd always end up crawling back to him.

wc: 1.5k author's note: who made the original toxic!fwb!chris ?? i think its @chrattho1 ??? dividers: @saradika-graphics taglist: @courta13 @tits4matt @backwardshatnick @emely9274

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TEMPORARY DISTANCE – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: reader and matt are long distance because of the tour :( warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, temporary long distance relationship 

“hey baby,” matt said, his voice low and a little raspy as he laid back on his bunk bed, the narrow space barely big enough to stretch out. his phone was propped up against the side of the tour bus wall, bouncing slightly with every bump in the road. soft yellow lights flickered above him, casting a warm, hazy glow over his face, shadows moving across his jawline like slow waves. his hoodie was zipped halfway, and his collarbone peeked out from beneath the fabric, rising and falling with each tired breath.

y/n smiled as his face came into view, the tightness in her chest easing just a little. even pixelated, he looked like comfort. she was curled up on her side under a thick blanket, one leg tucked against her chest, the other half-exposed to the cool night air in her room. her phone was resting against a slightly crooked stack of books—one of which still had a bookmark poking out from a chapter she couldn’t finish reading without him. a candle flickered beside her, casting golden light across her knuckles and the soft slope of her cheek. the scent of lavender and cedarwood filled the room, grounding her.

outside, distant city noise passed through her cracked window—cars, the occasional honk, footsteps echoing from the street below—but it all blurred into background noise the moment he spoke again.

“hi matt,” she said, voice warm and gentle, like the first sip of tea after a long day. “how was the show?”

he ran a hand through his hair, still damp at the ends from a quick post-show shower, then scratched lightly at the side of his neck. a slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, sleepy but real. “fun. the crowd was nice—really reactive to the surprises and stories. made it feel alive, you know? they screamed at everything. in a good way. but...” he paused, letting his gaze linger on her, “wish you were there.”

she laughed softly, a sound so familiar it made his stomach ache in the best way. “me too. it’s not the same watching from my phone. i missed the chaos. and the dumb faces you make when things go wrong.”

he groaned dramatically, pulling the hoodie over part of his face. “unbelievable betrayal. i give you my heart, and you roast me for my performance anxiety expressions.”

“mmhm,” she teased, eyes crinkling. “exactly.”

he shook his head, laughing under his breath. “how was your day though?”

“boring,” y/n said, dragging the word out with a sigh. she shifted under the covers, adjusting the pillow beneath her head. “did laundry. cleaned the fridge. went grocery shopping. watered my plants. it felt like it just... dragged. nothing felt fun. everything’s kinda quieter without you. i miss you, come home again, please.”

matt smiled sadly, rubbing at his eyes. “i wish, babe. five more shows. then i’m yours. for real. no more shows. no more tour buses. just... us.”

“ughhh,” she groaned, stretching one arm out toward the ceiling like she could pull time forward. “this is actual suffering.”

he reached toward the camera, like he could touch her face through the screen. “soon. i’ll make it up to you. movie marathons on the couch, chinese takeout, sleeping in so long we forget what day it is.”

“promise?” she whispered, her voice suddenly quieter, smaller. her eyes were shining, but she blinked quickly, like she didn’t want him to see.

“promise,” he said, without hesitation. “i’d be there already if i could. i think about it every night.”

she didn’t respond right away. just looked at him—really looked. her gaze tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the tired but tender look in his eyes. her breath caught a little.

“hey,” matt said gently, leaning closer to the screen. “you okay?”

she nodded, barely. “yeah. just... i don’t know. it’s lonely without you.”

he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a whisper. “i know. me too. it’s weird.”

they didn’t speak for a while after that, but the silence didn’t need to be filled. it settled between them like a blanket, like the kind of silence you only share with someone who really sees you. her blanket rustled slightly as she turned onto her side. his screen shifted as he repositioned the phone beside him, his fingers brushing the lens before it settled again.

“you wanna stay on the call?” he asked quietly, his voice slow and a little rougher now. “just... until you fall asleep?”

“only if you do too,” she said, already pulling the blanket up to her chin. her voice was muffled, but still warm. still full of love.

“deal,” he murmured. “wait—lemme plug in my phone first. not risking a mid-sleep disconnect. that’d be tragic.”

she laughed, soft and sleepy, as he fumbled off-screen, muttering curses under his breath. when he came back into frame, his hair was messier, and his eyes were half-lidded. she loved him like this—unguarded and soft at the edges.

“there,” he whispered, settling in again. the camera now rested sideways, giving her a clear view of his face, dimly lit and peaceful. his lashes cast small shadows over his cheeks. his hand disappeared beneath the blanket, his thumb absently tracing the edge of the fabric near his chin.

her screen was dim too, casting her in hues of blue and gold. she’d already turned on her side, phone tilted slightly, giving him a view of her tucked under the blanket, hair fanned out over her pillow.

“night, baby,” she murmured, her words slurring, breath slow and even.

“night, love,” he whispered, and there was a pause, like he wanted to say more, like there was a whole paragraph resting on his tongue. instead, he just said, “dream of me.”

neither of them hung up.

the call stayed connected long after their voices went quiet. soft breathing filled both ends. the screen dimmed to near black, but the faint glow lingered—proof that the connection was still there, even in sleep.

matt opened his eyes once, just for a second, and saw she was already out, lips slightly parted, cheeks soft and still.

“i love you,” he whispered, so quiet it barely reached the mic.

then he closed his eyes again, the phone cradled beside his pillow like a piece of her he got to keep.

wc: 1.1k author's note: allergy season is actually the death of me dividers: @vysleix

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could you make something with touch starved matt and clingy reader? some angst thrown in there too, like maybe he doesn't like all the sudden touches but then grows to love them and need them.

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…𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

It starts with a flinch.

You don’t mean to startle him—just a gentle touch on his arm as you pass by, a brush of your fingers against his hoodie sleeve—but Matt recoils like he’s been burned. Not visibly. Not dramatically. Just a twitch of muscle, a second of tension, like his body’s asking what are you doing before his brain can remind him that it’s just you.

“Sorry,” you murmur, pulling your hand back.

He shrugs. “You’re good.”

But he doesn’t look at you when he says it.

You try not to let it hurt. He’s always been like this—quiet, a little closed off, always with that guarded look in his eyes like the world’s asking too much of him. And maybe you are, too. Always sitting a little too close. Resting your head on his shoulder like it’s nothing. Grabbing his hand when you cross the street even though you don’t need to.

You tell yourself you’re just affectionate. That it’s your love language or something dumb like that.

But when he pulls away again one afternoon—your pinkie barely grazing his as you both sit on the couch, and he shifts, subtly, but enough—you stop trying.

The silence stretches for a few days. You still talk. Joke. Sit beside each other, but farther now. And you don’t touch him. Not even once.

It makes your chest ache.

But Matt… Matt notices.

He notices the way your hand twitches and then stills against your thigh when he leans close to show you something on his phone. He notices the way you tuck yourself into the corner of the couch now, instead of against his side. He notices how you flinch, just slightly, when your fingers brush accidentally and you’re the one who pulls away.

And it makes him feel—he doesn't know. Cold? Hollow? Like something that was quietly good and warm is missing and it’s his fault. Because it kind of is.

One night, a week later, you're standing in his kitchen with a mug of tea. You’re quiet. Soft around the edges. Something about you looks dimmer than usual.

Matt steps beside you. Hovers.

Then, cautiously, gently, his hand reaches out. Fingers wrap around your wrist.

Your eyes widen. You blink.

"Can I…" His voice is low, hoarse. "I think I get it now."

You don’t say anything.

But your lip trembles.

And when he tugs you in, arms tentative around your waist, your hands curl into the back of his hoodie like you’ve been waiting forever.

He lets out a breath against your shoulder. "I didn’t know I needed this," he whispers.

And you just hold him tighter.

thanks @bernardsbendystraws for dividers !!!

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ouuu i just know sturniolo tumblr are gonna make so many fics of rapper!matt

i want to be tagged in all of them

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STAY WITH ME – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: clingy!matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: matt wants reader to stay warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, tooth rotting fluff

rays of the sun peeped through the soft folds of the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room and quietly announcing the arrival of a new day. nestled under the blankets on the bed was a couple—matt and y/n—entwined so closely it was as if even the air between them dared not exist. they lay wrapped around each other, still caught in the gentle haze of sleep, peaceful and undisturbed until the first light crept in and began to brush against their skin like a whisper.

y/n, a notoriously light sleeper, stirred first as the sunlight kissed her face. her eyelashes fluttered, delicate against her cheeks, before her eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the soft glow of morning. she let out a quiet yawn, her limbs instinctively trying to stretch out, but the motion was halted by the warm, grounding weight of matt’s arms still tightly wrapped around her. his hold was firm, yet comforting—possessive in the most affectionate way, as though some part of him feared she’d vanish if he loosened his grip.

she gave a gentle wriggle, trying to slip free, but the movement only caused matt to stir. his brows knit together slightly, and without opening his eyes, he mumbled in a sleep-heavy voice, “too early…” then, as if their closeness wasn’t already absolute, he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, letting out a low sigh that tickled her skin.

“matt, i have to start my day,” y/n whispered, trying not to smile as she resumed her gentle squirming.

matt’s arms only tightened around her in response, refusing to let her go. “no,” he said, voice muffled and stubborn.

y/n let out a soft laugh, her body going still as she looked down at him. “no?” she echoed, amused by his childish protest.

“mm-hmm,” he hummed, eyes still closed, face still pressed against her. “day doesn’t start unless you stay here. that’s the rule.”

“you just made that up,” she teased, her voice filled with affection.

“doesn’t mean it’s not real,” he murmured, finally cracking one eye open to look at her with the faintest, sleepy smile.

“whatever…” she mumbled, sighing softly as her fingers absentmindedly brushed a bit of hair from his forehead. “but matt, i seriously have to get up.”

“noooo,” matt whined, drawing the word out as he tightened his hold around her. “you stay.”

“matt… come on,” she tried to wiggle again, her voice a mix of fondness and mild frustration.

“if you get up, you hate me,” he pouted dramatically, peeking up at her with wide, exaggerated eyes.

“oh come on,” y/n gave him a pointed look, her lips twitching in amusement. “you’re not serious right now.”

“very serious!” he declared with mock gravity, shifting just enough to drape a leg over hers in a final act of defiance. “just stay for a few more minutes. five, tops.”

“you said that yesterday,” she said, raising a brow. “and then it turned into thirty.”

“well,” he said, smiling lazily, “yesterday’s minutes were different. these ones are special.”

“special, huh?”

“mm-hmm. these are ‘matt’s-in-love’ minutes. extremely rare. very valuable. cannot be wasted.”

she rolled her eyes, but her heart softened, the corners of her lips lifting into a quiet smile. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he added, without missing a beat.

“ugh,” she groaned, trying to hide the way her cheeks warmed. “that’s so cheesy.”

“yeah, but you like it,” he said, eyes finally open now, looking at her like she was the only thing worth waking up for. “and you love me, so that means you’re kinda stuck.”

she sighed again, far less convincingly this time, and let herself melt into the mattress beside him, the tension in her limbs easing as he pulled her closer with a satisfied hum.

“five minutes,” she warned, already knowing it would be more.

“five,” he agreed, voice smug with victory. “maybe ten. or twenty. we’ll see.”

matt tucked his chin into the top of her head, sighing contentedly like he’d just won the world’s most important battle. his fingers lazily traced patterns along her back, slow and aimless, like he had all the time in the world.

“you’re the worst,” y/n mumbled against his chest, though she made no real effort to move.

“mmm. and yet, here you are,” he said smugly, pressing a sleepy kiss to her hairline. “clearly i’m doing something right.”

“you’re just warm,” she muttered, eyes fluttering shut for a moment despite herself. “like a human heater.”

“you forgot handsome. and charming. and persuasive.”

“you forgot delusional.”

matt gasped, full of mock offense. “you wound me.”

she snorted. “you’ll live.”

they laid there in comfortable silence for a beat, the kind that fills a room without needing words—just the rhythm of two hearts beating close together and the sound of morning creeping in around them. but eventually, y/n shifted again, gently tapping her fingers against his side.

“matt.”

“hm?”

“i really do have to get up soon. i’ve got that meeting at ten, and i still need to shower and eat and—”

“breakfast in bed,” he interrupted suddenly, lifting his head slightly like he’d just had a stroke of genius. “i’ll make you breakfast. you stay in bed, and i’ll bring it to you. perfect solution.”

y/n raised a skeptical brow. “you? cooking? last time you tried, the fire alarm went off.”

“that was one time,” he argued. “and the toaster was faulty.”

“it was cereal, matt.”

“a complicated cereal,” he said with a straight face. “it had... granola clusters.”

she giggled, burying her face into his chest to hide her smile. “you’re such an idiot.”

“but i’m your idiot,” he grinned, wrapping both arms around her again with triumphant glee.

“unfortunately,” she teased.

“blessedly,” he corrected, then leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “just five more minutes. i swear. and then you can get up and do all your productive, impressive, boss-person things.”

she looked up at him, eyes soft. “you promise?”

he nodded solemnly. “scout’s honor.”

“you were never a scout.”

“okay, boyfriend’s honor. that’s rarer.”

she laughed again, the kind of laugh that melted into a smile before it was even fully formed. and finally, with a dramatic sigh, she let her head fall back to the pillow.

“five minutes.”

“five minutes,” he repeated, already settling in like he’d just convinced the universe to slow down time itself.

matt’s thumb traced slow, lazy circles against the small of her back, his breathing evening out again like he could drift right back to sleep. y/n lay still in his arms, staring at the ceiling with a soft, resigned smile playing on her lips. the room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city waking up outside, and the occasional rustle of the sheets when either of them shifted slightly.

“you know,” he said after a moment, voice hushed, almost thoughtful, “someday we won’t have to argue about five more minutes. we’ll just have the time.”

she glanced up at him, her head still tucked against his chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “someday, maybe we’ll wake up like this and not have to rush anywhere. no alarms. no meetings. just… us.”

y/n was quiet for a beat, her expression softening. “that sounds kind of perfect.”

“yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “it does.”

she let out a small breath, her fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. “but for now, i do have alarms. and meetings. and actual responsibilities.”

“ugh, responsibilities,” he groaned dramatically. “who invented those? we should sue.”

she laughed quietly, the sound muffled against him. “matt?”

“yeah?”

“i’m serious. i have to get up.”

he tilted his head back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. “fine. but at least let me get the door for you.”

“the door?” she echoed, confused.

“yep,” he said, already scooting down and crawling toward the foot of the bed, dragging the blanket halfway with him like a child refusing to share. “you’re clearly far too important to open your own bedroom door. let me do the honors.”

“matt, it’s not—” she stopped when he stumbled dramatically off the bed, tripping on the blanket and nearly faceplanting into the rug. “oh my god.”

“shhh,” he said, standing up with fake composure and brushing invisible dust from his sleep shirt. “you saw nothing. i’m still cool.”

“very cool,” she said, rolling her eyes affectionately as she sat up. “now move. i need to actually start my day.”

“fine,” he said, padding toward the door with exaggerated reluctance. “but don’t blame me when you miss your meeting because your boyfriend’s too charming to resist.”

“i’ll be sure to mention that in my apology email,” she replied, grabbing her robe off the back of the chair.

“cc me. i want credit.”

she walked past him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek on her way out. “credit for delaying me, sure.”

as she disappeared down the hallway, matt stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her with the dopiest smile on his face. he scratched the back of his head, then turned back to the bed, flopping face-first into the pillows with a groan.

“five minutes turned into twenty again,” he mumbled into the sheets. “worth it.”

wc: 1.6k author's note: this was supposed to be a blurb… dividers: @hyunneskkami taglist: @courta13 @tits4matt @backwardshatnick @emely9274

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[hearts4sturn]

𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 matt blurb, soft comfort, fluff

It was sometime after 2 a.m. when your eyes fluttered open, the room too quiet, too still. The sheets beside you were cold—Matt’s side of the bed empty, already cooling from his absence. You reached out instinctively, fingertips brushing where he should’ve been, a quiet frown pulling at your lips when you felt only empty space.

You weren’t sure what woke you, but without Matt next to you, sleep wouldn’t come again.

You sat up slowly, the soft cotton of his hoodie drowning you, sleeves tugging over your hands as you wrapped them around yourself. The room still carried his scent—fresh laundry, the faintest hint of his cologne, a trace of something warm and familiar that normally lulled you to sleep. But tonight, none of it was enough.

You glanced at the clock glowing softly on the nightstand, then down the hallway where faint murmurs carried through the house. You knew exactly where he was. Knew that tone, that laugh, that little edge in his voice when he got worked up while filming videos with his brothers.

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the plush blanket off the end of the bed, draping it over your shoulders like a cape. Your feet padded quietly down the hallway, past darkened rooms and the kitchen still half-lit by the glow of the microwave clock. The deeper into the night it got, the more you just wanted Matt. You didn’t even need to talk. You just needed to feel him.

The faint sounds of bickering grew clearer as you opened the garage door and peeked inside. There they were—Chris, Nick, and Matt, piled into one of the car seats mid-video. Chris was waving his arms dramatically, Nick looked exasperated, and Matt was mid-rant, head thrown back in frustration as he argued over some trivial part of the car setup or which question they were supposed to be answering.

You stepped in quietly, the oversized blanket trailing behind you like a sleepy ghost, face flushed from the warmth of the fabric. You didn’t say a word—just opened the door of the car, where Matt sat with his arms crossed and a scowl halfway formed on his face. The camera wasn’t even rolling anymore, but their conversation hadn't let up.

Without warning, you crawled in and onto Matt’s lap, sighing softly as your body melted against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. The blanket covered both of you as you curled up, cheek pressing against his chest, legs tucked beside him. His arms were instantly wrapping around you, protective and automatic.

The entire car went silent.

Matt’s head whipped down, the hard edges of his voice softening instantly as he took you in. "Baby?" he whispered, confused but already concerned, his tone gentle as his hand cradled the back of your head. You were barely conscious—sleep already tugging at your eyes, your body giving in to the warmth of his embrace.

You mumbled against his chest, voice muffled and small, “Couldn’t sleep without you…”

Matt didn’t say anything at first. He just held you tighter, his lips pressing to the top of your head. His hands moved slowly—one cupping your face, thumb brushing along your cheek in slow, calming strokes while the other pulled the blanket higher to cover your shoulders.

Chris started to say something, but Matt looked up sharply—not angrily, just firmly. “Can we finish this later?” he asked, his voice still soft, but final.

“Yeah,” Nick nodded, already reaching to turn off the camera. “Yeah, bro.”

They exited the car quietly, giving you both space, and Matt shifted slightly so you were more comfortable on him. His hand rested on your back, drawing lazy shapes through the blanket, his chin resting lightly on top of your head.

“You really couldn’t sleep without me?” he murmured after a few minutes, barely above a whisper.

You let out a sleepy hum, your voice thick with drowsiness. “You’re warm,” you mumbled. “And you breathe steady… makes me feel safe…”

His heart swelled. He kissed your forehead, letting the touch linger. “You always have me. Even when I’m being a dumbass yelling about cup holders,” he said quietly, trying to make you smile.

You did. Just a little.

He smiled too, brushing your hair back behind your ear and holding you close like you were the most precious thing in the world—which you were, to him.

“I’ll come to bed in a second, okay?” he whispered against your hair, already swaying with you gently. “Or maybe I’ll just fall asleep here with you.”

You didn’t answer. You were already gone, completely asleep in his arms, breathing soft and even against his chest.

And Matt… he didn’t move.

Didn’t dare disturb the way you curled into him like he was your entire world. Because to him, you were his too. And if you needed him to sit in the car all night just to help you sleep, then that’s exactly what he’d do—no questions asked. He held you tighter, letting the rest of the world melt away as you dreamed peacefully on his chest.

You were his comfort just as much as he was yours.

And in that quiet moment, wrapped in a blanket and love, everything felt exactly right.

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HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

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The room was still warm, heavy with the aftermath of round two. Your skin glowed faintly in the dim light from the lamp on your nightstand. The sheet was pulled halfway up your chest, barely covering you, the edge of it falling just low enough to show the curve of your collarbone and a sliver of cleavage. Your breath was steady now, but your mind wasn’t.

Chris stood at the edge of the bed, slipping his boxers back on with a slow, casual grace, like this was all routine now. And maybe it was. Seven months of routine.

You watched him.

His back was turned at first, his muscles flexing as he ran a hand through his hair. When he finally looked over his shoulder and caught you staring, he raised a brow.

“What?” he asked, eyes tired but soft.

You shook your head, a slight shrug. “My birthday’s tomorrow.”

He paused for a beat, then nodded like he already knew. “Yeah… I know.”

You gave a small smile, half amused, half something else. “Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?”

He turned to face you now, his expression unreadable. “Aren’t you hanging out with the girls?”

You shook your head slowly, pulling the blanket up a little higher. “Nah. They’re doing some dinner thing but I don’t feel like going. I haven’t made any real plans.”

Chris hesitated, scratching at the back of his neck. His gaze dropped for a second, like he was thinking—like this wasn’t the kind of thing he expected from you.

Then he let out a quiet sigh and nodded. “Sure.”

Just that. Simple. But the way he said it… it wasn’t careless. It wasn’t excited either. It was somewhere in between. Like he wasn’t sure if he should, but didn’t want to say no.

You just nodded back, but you could feel it. That weird pressure in your chest that always came when he said yes to you—but not all the way.

Not like you wanted.

You looked away for a second, biting your lip. “Cool,” you murmured, playing it off. “Just figured I’d ask.”

Chris sat down at the edge of the bed, close but not close enough to touch. He leaned back on his palms, exhaling through his nose.

“It’s kinda crazy,” he muttered. “You’re really turning—what? 21?”

“Yeah,” you said, laughing softly. “You gonna write it on a cake or something?”

He smirked, glancing sideways at you. “Nah. I’ll just say it while I’m hitting it.”

You tossed a pillow at him and he caught it, laughing like it was the first real laugh all night. You laughed too, even if it was half real. You both knew that’s what this was—teasing, sex, moments that felt close enough to matter but far enough to not say anything about it.

Still, tomorrow was your birthday.

And for some reason… you wanted it to be him.

Not just in your bed.

But with you.

Even if neither of you could admit it.

You weren’t expecting him to actually come.

Not really. Not even after he said “sure” last night.

You knew how Chris was—he’d show up when it was convenient, when he was bored, or horny, or feeling weirdly soft. But your birthday? That felt like something that required intention.

So when the doorbell rang around 3 p.m., you were still in your big tee and socks, not dressed for anyone, not expecting anything. You padded to the door and opened it—

And there he was. Hoodie, sweats, backwards hat, bag in one hand, bottle in the other.

You blinked. “You actually came.”

Chris smirked. “What, no faith in me?”

You stepped aside so he could walk in, and he held up the bottle. “Happy birthday. You’re finally a legal degenerate.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wow. Jack Daniels. So thoughtful.”

“Oh, it gets better,” he said, tossing the bag onto your couch. “Open that.”

Suspicious, you walked over, peeking inside—and immediately burst into laughter.

A brand new purple vibrator.

“Chris!” you choked, covering your face. “You’re such a dick.”

“I was being practical,” he said, shrugging, dropping onto the couch like he owned the place. “For when I ghost you again.”

You looked at him over the top of the bag, half-amused, half-irritated. “You’re not even trying to lie about it now?”

He grinned. “What? Honesty’s hot.”

You shook your head and dropped onto the couch beside him, still smiling despite yourself. “You are so stupid.”

“But I came.”

“You did,” you said quietly, glancing at him. “Thanks.”

He looked at you, less smug now. Just a flicker of something else in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said. “Figured I should.”

And you both sat there for a second too long, the vibrator still in your lap, his hand close enough to yours that if he moved just a little, your pinkies would touch.

He didn’t. Not yet.

“Wanna drink?” you finally asked, breaking the silence.

Chris leaned back, grin returning. “Yeah. Let’s get the birthday girl drunk and see if she cries.”

You smacked his arm, laughing. “Shut up.”

But it felt nice.

He was here.

He showed up.

And even if he’d never say what it meant—you could feel it meant something.:

The two of you sat cross-legged on the floor in front of your coffee table, an almost-empty bottle of Jack between you and a pair of mismatched shot glasses that had probably seen better days.

Your cheeks were flushed, giggles spilling out of you every time Chris said something dumb—which was often. He was leaning back on one hand, completely relaxed, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, his eyes slightly glassy from the alcohol.

“You’re so red right now,” he said through a laugh, pointing at you as you poured the next shot with shaky hands.

“You gave me five in a row!” you giggled. “You’re trying to kill me on my birthday.”

“Nah,” he said, smirking. “Not yet, at least.”

You rolled your eyes, lifting your shot. “To being 21 and not crying today.”

Chris clinked his glass against yours. “To your vibrator replacing me.”

You choked mid-sip, setting your glass down fast before you spilled it. “Chris!”

“What?” he laughed, eyes wide and innocent. “I’m just saying—maybe we should, y’know, test it out.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly open in disbelief, heart suddenly racing a little faster than the liquor could explain.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, leaning in just enough for his voice to drop. “You didn’t say no though.”

You swallowed hard, the air suddenly thicker.

Then you stood up, wobbling slightly. “Fine. Come on.”

He blinked, then stood too, a slow, amused smirk pulling at his lips. “Wait—are you being serious?”

You looked at him over your shoulder, already walking toward your bedroom. “You coming or not?”

He didn’t answer.

He just followed.

The vibrator buzzed softly in his hand as he hovered above you, his other palm flat on the bed beside your head, holding himself up. His eyes were locked on yours—dark, blown wide with lust, but there was something else there too. Something gentler. He wasn’t teasing like he usually did. He was being slow, careful, like he wanted to make this good for you. Like he wanted you to remember this.

Your fingers clutched the sheets, legs trembling as he moved it against you, drawing quiet whimpers from your mouth. He was watching your face like it was his favorite show, lips parted just slightly, chest rising and falling a little faster now.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Can’t believe I bought you this shit just to use it first.”

You barely heard him, breath catching, hips twitching—

And then his phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

At first he ignored it. Kept his eyes on you. Kept the rhythm steady. But when it buzzed again, then a third time, you saw his eyes flicker toward it.

Her name.

Taylor calling…

You froze.

Chris glanced between you and the screen, jaw tightening. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, pulling the vibrator away like it hadn’t just been the most intimate moment the two of you had shared in weeks.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you asked, voice hoarse, half-drunk, fully shocked.

He sat up, already reaching for the phone. “I just—I need to see what she wants, okay? It might be—”

“I don’t care,” you snapped, sitting up, the sheets falling from your chest. “You’re actually answering her? Right now?”

Chris hesitated, phone in hand, then answered with a quiet, “Hey.”

You just stared at him, your body still aching, your heart crawling into your throat. He turned slightly away from you, voice low, rubbing at his temple like this was all so inconvenient.

A minute passed. Maybe less. Maybe forever.

When he hung up, he didn’t meet your eyes.

“She needs me to come over.”

You laid there in silence for a second, the air still heavy with everything that almost happened. Your skin still tingled where he’d touched you, but it didn’t feel good anymore. Not when the name Taylor was still floating in the room like smoke.

“Un-fucking-believable,” you muttered, yanking the sheet up around your chest. “Seriously, Chris?”

He turned around halfway through putting on his hoodie, confused like he was the one being wronged. “What?”

“You just answered her call while you were literally using a vibrator on me.”

Chris’s jaw clenched. “It rang like three times. I thought it might be important—”

“It’s not,” you snapped. “It’s Taylor. You always act like she’s this emergency you have to run to every time she calls.”

“She isn’t just—”

“No,” you cut in, chest rising. “Don’t. Don’t fucking gaslight me right now. We were finally having a moment, Chris. You were being… I don’t know, real for once. And then she calls and boom—like clockwork, you switch off and run back to her.”

Chris ran a hand down his face, groaning. “You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” you laughed sharply. “Do you even fucking hear yourself? You know what’s sad? I wasn’t even mad you had someone else. I pretended like it didn’t bother me that you were seeing Alia, remember? But this? This is different. This was us.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. Just stared at the floor like the woodgrain was the most interesting thing in the room.

Then: “I didn’t plan for this to happen like that, alright? She just—she’s going through some shit, and I told her I’d be there—”

“And what the fuck am I, Chris? Just someone to fuck when you’re bored and then leave behind when Taylor snaps her fingers?”

“No,” he said, voice low. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” you demanded, your voice cracking despite yourself. “Because I don’t know anymore. You say one thing and do the opposite every single time.”

Chris stepped forward, voice a little gentler. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow, whatever you want. I’ll take you out. I’ll spend the whole day with you.”

You scoffed, blinking fast. “You really think a half-assed promise is gonna fix this?”

“I mean it,” he said. “I do. I’ll make this right.”

You shook your head, throat burning. “You can’t even make up your mind, Chris. You’re in my bed one second and hers the next. That’s not love. That’s not even friendship.”

Chris stood there, lips parted like he wanted to argue more. But he didn’t. He just looked at you—like he knew he fucked up, but not enough to actually fix it.

“Please,” he said, voice quieter now. “Let me make it up to you.”

You stared at him for a long moment, your jaw locked, your heart stupidly hoping for something it never gets.

“Go,” you said. “She needs you, remember?”

And this time, he didn’t argue.

He just left.

And the door closing behind him felt louder than anything he ever said.

Happy fucking birthday to you.

—

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texts with bsf!sturniolo triplets.

but they're on tour

she tried to be funny...

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TEXTS WITH BF!MATT

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader synopsis: fluffy texts with bf matt :DD warnings: lowercase intended, use of pet names, ignore the time stamps!!

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A DAY TO FORGET – CHRIS STURNIOLO

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: based off chris saying he can’t go to bed angry from an argument! warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of an argument, angst (resolved)

a thick tension hung in the air—dense and unmoving, like fog that refused to lift. it had settled between them hours ago, creeping into every corner of the apartment, wrapping around their silence like a shroud. neither of them had spoken since the argument. neither of them wanted to be the first to break.

it had started off so simple—harmless, even. she’d only asked chris to help run a bath while she unpacked the groceries. it wasn’t a demand, just a quiet request after a long, draining day. but chris, already on edge from a frustrating shoot and a full afternoon of sniping with his brothers, didn’t take it well. he snapped—words sharper than he intended, voice louder than it needed to be. he was angry. tired. misunderstood. and instead of unpacking that, he let it spill, let it leak out in ways he didn’t mean—let it land on her.

she hadn’t deserved it.

now they were holed up in their own corners of the apartment, divided not just by walls, but by the weight of everything left unsaid. y/n had disappeared into the bedroom almost as soon as they’d walked through the door, too worn down to argue and too hurt to sit near him like nothing happened. chris had planted himself on the couch, back rigid, expression blank, a muted tv flickering in front of him, casting cold shadows across the room. he wasn’t watching it. he wasn’t even really seeing anything. his mind had been stuck in rewind for hours, looping the fight on repeat.

the clock had long passed eleven-thirty. the house was quiet—eerily so. even the occasional creak of the floorboards or the hum of the fridge felt louder in the stillness, like the house itself was holding its breath. it was nearing midnight, and though their bodies were exhausted, their minds stayed stubborn. still no movement. still no words.

y/n sighed, the sound barely louder than the fan in the corner. she’d been lying in bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly—eyes glossing over photos, captions, videos. none of it stuck. none of it mattered. eventually, she set it aside, the soft thud of it hitting the nightstand sounding final, like a period on the end of a sentence neither of them wanted to finish. she pulled herself out of bed slowly, dragging her feet toward the bathroom to start her routine. brush teeth. wash face. hair up. everything felt mechanical. empty.

chris heard her through the walls—he always did. every soft splash of water, the gentle clink of bottles closing, the sound of her slippers on the tile. he knew her rhythm by heart. and every sound was another reminder: she was just a few feet away, but she felt miles from him tonight.

still, he didn’t move.

his pride rooted him in place, even as guilt curled in his chest like smoke. thick and choking.

when she returned, y/n crawled into bed wordlessly. the sheets felt cold, untouched on his side. the emptiness beside her was glaring. even though she tried to relax, her body wouldn’t settle. sleep wouldn’t come. she curled in on herself, facing the wall, the silence pressing in like a second skin. she hated falling asleep without him—hated the quiet where his warmth used to be, the missing weight of his arm pulling her close, the soft rise and fall of his breathing beside her. she missed it already. but tonight, she had no choice but to go without.

until—finally—chris gave in.

the silence was too heavy now. the regret too loud. he couldn’t take it anymore.

he stood slowly, limbs stiff, and padded toward their bedroom. the hallway light spilled ahead of him, soft and golden. he paused at the doorway, hand resting on the frame, heart beating harder than it should’ve been for something so simple. he wasn’t sure what kind of reception he’d get—if she’d be too hurt, too tired, too far gone. but he had to try.

he stepped inside.

the room was dark, save for the gentle glow spilling from the bathroom. y/n laid curled on her side, tucked into herself, her breathing slow and even. asleep—or almost there.

he crossed the room quietly, sinking to his knees beside the bed.

“baby?” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he reached out, fingers brushing her arm. “baby, wake up... please.”

he didn’t shake her—just a soft nudge. just enough to stir her. he hated doing it. hated pulling her out of the little rest she was finally getting. but he hated the thought of going to bed angry even more. it made his skin itch. his chest ache. what if something happened overnight? what if she woke up still hurt—or didn’t wake up at all? he couldn’t stand the idea of their last words being the ones he’d said in anger.

y/n stirred, blinking slowly, her voice thick with sleep. “chris?”

“baby…” he breathed again, climbing into bed and sliding close, pulling her into his arms with a kind of caution, like he didn’t know if she’d let him. “can we talk? about earlier…”

she nestled her face against his hoodie, her eyes already starting to close again. “can we leave it until tomorrow?” she murmured. her tone wasn’t cold. just tired. but she didn’t pull away.

chris held her tighter. “no, baby. you know how i get. i can’t go to sleep like this… not with you.”

he exhaled shakily, letting the words come now. “i’m so, so sorry. today was... hell. nick and matt wouldn’t stop arguing, i got blamed for something stupid during my meeting... it just built up, and then you asked for something so simple, and i snapped. i took it out on you. and that’s not okay. you didn’t do anything wrong. not one thing. and i just... exploded. i hate that i did that.”

y/n opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the dim light. her expression was soft now, the raw edge of the fight dulled into something gentler. “it’s okay, chris... it wasn’t all on you. i shouldn’t have pushed. i should’ve noticed you needed space.”

he shook his head, immediate. “no. you were just trying to help. i shut down. i got defensive. it was a dumb fight. stupid. i hate that i made you feel like i was mad at you.”

her fingers reached up, brushing the line of his jaw. “it’s okay,” she whispered again. “really. i’m not upset anymore.”

he leaned in, kissing her temple softly, letting his lips linger there like an apology. “i love you,” he murmured. “so, so much.”

“i love you too, chris,” she whispered back, her body finally starting to relax in his arms.

he tucked her in closer, their legs tangling beneath the blankets. the distance between them finally closed.

“we’re good?” he asked, just to be sure.

she gave a quiet laugh, warm and sleepy. “we’re good.”

“good,” he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed one last kiss to her shoulder. “i don’t ever want to fight with you again.”

and for a moment, there was peace. real peace. the kind that settles into your bones and lets you breathe easier. the kind that only comes after forgiveness. after choosing to stay.

but then—y/n shifted, lifting her head slightly, her voice soft.

“wait…”

“hm?” chris mumbled, already half-asleep, his arms still wrapped around her.

“chris… did you brush your teeth before bed?”

a pause. a sheepish smile.

“…oops.”

y/n pulled back just enough to squint at him in the dark. “you mean to tell me you came in here with apology breath?”

chris groaned, burying his face in her neck. “don’t call it that.”

she laughed—quiet, breathy, but real. “babe, that’s foul.”

“i was emotionally vulnerable. you can’t roast me right now.”

“i can and i will. go brush your teeth, nasty.”

“noooo,” he whined, clinging to her like a koala. “i just got comfy. and you’re warm. and you smell like that face wash i like. please let me stay.”

“you can stay after you stop breathing hot regret breath all over me.”

he pulled back with a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed playfully. “this is emotional warfare.”

“this is basic hygiene.”

he kissed her cheek anyway, grinning. “fine. but if i die of cold floor tile exposure, i hope you cry at my funeral.”

“i’ll cry,” she murmured, already smiling as she watched him shuffle dramatically out of the room. “but only because i won’t have anyone to argue with about flossing.”

“you’re a monster,” he called from the bathroom, his voice muffled by the sound of running water.

“and you love me.”

he poked his head back around the corner a minute later, a fresh grin on his face. “so much it’s disgusting.”

“better?”

“minty fresh and full of remorse.”

he climbed back into bed, and this time when he pulled her into his arms, she curled into him without hesitation.

“see?” she mumbled against his chest. “wasn’t so hard.”

“yeah, yeah,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “don’t push it.”

“no promises.”

they settled into each other again, limbs tangled, heartbeats syncing slowly. this time, the quiet felt softer. easier.

safe.

and sleep came gently.

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⋆˙⟡ reintroducing popular!chris and cinderella!reader

i missed writing for these two so much :)

word count: 600

campus connect was supposed to be just an app, nothing more.

it was an app for all students that attended your college, an app for the football team and cheerleaders to share updates on football games, regular reminders from club presidents regarding club meetings, students organising ride shares, students looking for their lost ID cards (which seemed to be a frequent message shared at the weekends), and the occasional roommate swap. the app was made for nothing more than a digital hub for all things college life. 

another element of the app was the anonymous chat feature. no names, no faces, just usernames required. a place for students to vent, flirt, joke, ask for help with school work, or to just simply say things out loud that they couldn’t say anywhere else. 

which is where you met him. 

it started with a simple question that he had asked on a post about some summer break maths work. you had replied without even thinking whilst bored during a rare quiet moment between cleaning down tables at the diner. he had responded straight away, and you didn’t plan to keep talking after that, but you did.

what began as a few messages here and there had turned into conversations that would start as soon as you opened your eyes, carrying on from the night before and and continuing on late into the evening until you shut them again, they had started as innocent but had soon turned more honest where you would both comfortably share secrets with each other easily due to the anonymity of the app. 

you had never talked about who either of you really were, you had no idea what his real name was, what his face looked like or what his voice sounded like but that’s what made it all easier. it made you feel safe, and maybe that’s why it had escalated into something the way that it had, without either of you realising. 

you had fallen for him. message by message. day by day, and although it didn’t make sense to you, the fact that he could be anyone but somehow, it felt like you’d been waiting for him without even knowing it. 

but now, summer break was ending and tomorrow was back to reality, it was the first day back on campus, and the first time, that you knew of, that you’d be in the same place at the same time as your secret love. 

you drove home from a long gruelling shift at the diner with your windows down, letting the last of the summer air in, your hair still smelling faintly of residue coffee and grease. 

you pulled into your driveway, and just sat for a second, soaking up your final moments of silence before the chaos of college life started up again tomorrow, when you notice your phone light up in the cupholder tray of your car. 

you ignored all other notifications to open the one from him, and your heart skips a beat at his question. 

you’d spent all summer imagining this moment, what he looked like, sounded like, if you knew him already. you also wondered too if he’d be left disappointed when he knew it was you he’d been speaking to, the girl with tired eyes and grease stained converse, who when not talking to him, had spent your summer serving pancakes and refilling regulars coffee mugs.  

you wanted to say yes to him, but instead you just stared at the screen for a minute, before replying. 

he was ready to meet you, but you weren’t sure if you felt the same.

not yet. 

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MY RED GAP HOODIE – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: y/n is cold and puts on matt’s hoodie warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, fluff!!

“who set this place to sixty degrees?” y/n muttered, her voice edged with disbelief as she stood shivering in front of the thermostat. her teeth chattered as she rubbed her hands briskly up and down her arms, trying to generate even a little warmth. the cold air clung to her like a second skin, and the thermostat’s screen glared back at her like a smug little machine that didn’t care it was turning the house into the arctic tundra.

she gave it a glare worthy of a movie villain, then reached out with a dramatic twist of the knob, watching the numbers slowly climb until they landed on a much more reasonable seventy-two degrees. “that’s better,” she whispered under her breath, already picturing the slow, glorious return of warmth to the frozen house.

“i need to get a jacket or something before i turn into an actual icicle,” she mumbled to no one in particular, her bare feet padding against the chilly floor as she made her way down the hallway. it felt like she was walking through a refrigerator, each step sending goosebumps up her legs. by the time she reached matt’s room, she was regretting not grabbing a blanket first.

she slid the closet door open with a soft creak and scanned the row of clothes inside until her eyes landed on a familiar sight: matt’s red gap zip-up hoodie. it hung lazily from a hanger, looking as soft and inviting as ever. it was the one he always wore when they curled up together on the couch, or when they had slow sunday mornings with coffee and cartoons. something about it always felt safe.

without thinking twice, she pulled it off the hanger and shrugged it over her shoulders, tugging the zipper all the way up to her chin. it was way too big—baggy sleeves, wide shoulders—but it enveloped her perfectly. it smelled like him too, a mix of clean laundry, cedarwood cologne, and something indescribably matt. she stood there for a second, wrapped in warmth and a little bit of comfort, before sighing contentedly and making her way back to the living room.

“much better,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper, a small smile tugging at her lips as she nestled back into the couch.

she curled up in the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her and pulling the hoodie sleeves down over her hands. she grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, instantly greeted by the upbeat opening of modern family. it was her go-to comfort show, something familiar and light and easy to get lost in. she let out a soft exhale, the kind that comes when you finally let yourself relax, the tension melting away bit by bit.

even though the thermostat was doing its job now, a faint chill still lingered in her bones, so she snuggled deeper into the hoodie, pulling the hood up and letting it bunch around her ears. it was warm now, but it wasn’t just the heater or the thick fabric—it was his hoodie, and something about wearing it made her feel instantly better, like he was with her even when he wasn’t.

just as she was sinking into that sweet, drowsy kind of comfort, the front door opened with a soft creak, followed by the thud of boots and the sound of laughter trailing in behind.

“baby? i’m home!” matt’s voice rang through the house, bright and full of energy, slightly breathless from the cold.

she didn’t even turn her head. “in the living room!” she called out, eyes still on the tv as she tucked her chin into the collar of the hoodie.

matt’s footsteps approached, followed by the distant sounds of his brothers shuffling to their respective rooms. bags dropped, doors closed, and soon it was just the two of them in the cozy living room.

“hey babe, what are you watching?” matt asked casually, plopping down next to her on the couch. his arm automatically settled behind her, fingertips brushing lightly against her shoulder. he glanced at the screen, already recognizing the show, but it wasn’t until a few seconds later that his eyes dropped to what she was wearing.

he blinked once. then again.

“wait… is that my hoodie?” he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face.

y/n didn’t even look at him. “maybe,” she said, her voice teasing.

“babe…” matt started, the grin turning into something softer. “you look so cute!”

before she could react, he’d pulled her into his arms, squeezing her like a human teddy bear. his grip was warm and tight, and he swayed them gently from side to side, like he physically couldn’t contain how much he adored her.

“matt— a little less on the grip, please!” y/n squeaked, her voice muffled against his chest as she tried to wiggle free without laughing.

“oops, sorry,” matt said with zero actual apology in his tone, loosening his arms but not letting go. “i can’t help it, you’re just so cute!” he pulled back just enough to cup her face in his hands, tilting it up so he could see her better.

she raised a brow, somewhere between amused and mildly embarrassed. “matt…”

but he was on a roll now, completely ignoring her exasperated tone. “babyyy, just look at you! you’re literally drowning in my hoodie!” he whined, thumbs brushing her cheeks as if he could squish more cuteness out of her.

“it’s like three sizes too big and you somehow make it look like designer fashion. how do you do that?” he added dramatically, shaking his head like he was genuinely baffled.

y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “you’re so dramatic.”

“only for you,” he grinned, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose before pulling her back into his arms. “seriously, you in my clothes? new favorite thing. top-tier. better than pizza. better than sleep.”

“that’s saying a lot,” she laughed, finally tearing her gaze from the tv to look at him. “you love sleep.”

“and yet here we are,” he said, eyes twinkling. “you’ve officially taken the top spot.”

she snorted, playfully bumping his shoulder. “well, good thing i plan on stealing more. this hoodie’s just the beginning.”

he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “by the end of the week, i’ll have nothing left.”

“guess you’ll just have to come steal them back,” she said, her voice soft as she leaned into him again.

“deal,” he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair as the two of them melted back into the couch, tangled in borrowed warmth, the familiar noise of modern family in the background, and the kind of quiet, easy comfort that only comes from being with your favorite person in the world.

wc: 1.2k author's note: why does my insta keep flopping sigh  dividers: @enchanthings taglist: @courta13

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BABY FEVER – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: babysitting your three year old niece with your boyfriend is not for the weak warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of having a child ???, fluff!!

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice rang out across the yard, the little girl’s excitement practically vibrating through the air as she came running toward y/n. her tiny feet barely kept up with her eagerness, and she almost tripped over them in her rush. but before y/n could even fully step inside, ruby was already in her arms, wrapping herself around y/n’s legs in a tight, exuberant hug.

“well, hey there, rubs!” y/n laughed, grinning as she bent down to scoop ruby up into her arms, easily lifting the toddler into the air. “how’s my favorite niece doing today?” she asked, her voice soft with affection.

ruby beamed up at her aunt, holding y/n’s face in her small hands, her fingers gently pressing into y/n’s cheeks as she looked up, her eyes wide and sparkling with pride. “mommy let me have stra-bees today!” she said, her little mouth stretching into a huge, toothy grin.

“oh really? strawberries, huh? that sounds yummy!” y/n replied with a teasing smile, her heart warming at ruby’s excitement.

“i got lots and lots of stra-bees!” ruby said, her words tumbling out in a rush as her enthusiasm made her talk faster than usual. but her smile said it all, clear and bright.

“lucky you,” y/n said, brushing a lock of ruby’s hair from her forehead, her fingers lingering on the toddler’s soft skin. “you’re going to be all bouncy with all that sugar!” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

ruby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with the thrill of her treat. “yeah! i got so many, auntie!” she exclaimed, her little hands still holding onto y/n’s face as if to make sure she heard every word.

just as y/n was about to respond, a voice from behind them broke in, teasing but full of warmth. “hey! there’s no hello for me?” matt’s voice rang out, and y/n turned, laughing as she saw him standing there with his arms crossed in playful mock offense.

ruby’s face immediately lit up at the sound of his voice. she kicked her legs in the air, her little hands reaching for y/n’s shirt as if she couldn’t contain her joy any longer.

“uncle matt!” she squealed, her face lighting up like the sun. she wiggled in y/n’s arms, signaling that she was ready to be handed over to him.

y/n chuckled, lowering ruby gently to the floor. the moment her feet touched the ground, the toddler took off running toward matt, her small feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew toward him.

“hey, rubs,” matt greeted her with a grin, crouching down to scoop her up into his arms. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the room as she clung to him, her tiny hands grabbing at his shoulders with all the energy she could muster.

y/n smiled at the sight of them, her heart swelling with affection. there was something so simple and pure about the way they interacted, so effortless and full of love. watching them together made y/n's heart ache in the best way, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

just then, y/n turned to her sister-in-law, who was hurriedly gathering her things as she prepared to head out. “thank you so much for agreeing to look after her,” she said with a sincere smile. “i’m really sorry it’s so last minute—my work called me in unexpectedly and our babysitter was already busy and—”

y/n cut her off with a gentle smile and a wave of her hand. “it’s okay, really. i understand.

“thank you again, both of you. i just have to rush out now, but seriously, i really appreciate it.”

y/n smiled and gently placed her hand over her sister-in-law’s, reassuring her. “hey, it’s no problem. sometimes life just throws things at us, but matt and i are always happy to look after our favorite niece. you don’t need to apologize.”

her sister-in-law sighed in relief, visibly relaxing now that her mind was at ease. “thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. and ruby…” she turned to her daughter with a smile, crouching to her level. “you remember what i said, right? behave yourself, okay? don’t make things too hard on auntie y/n and uncle matt.”

“yes, mommy! see you later!” ruby chirped happily, her voice a little squeakier with excitement. she waved enthusiastically as her mother made her way out the door, her small body practically jumping with joy.

y/n crouched down to ruby’s level, giving her a gentle smile as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind the toddler’s ear. “alright, sweetheart…” y/n began, her voice soft and coaxing. “how about we go to the park now? sound good?”

“yes!!” ruby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion, and before y/n could say another word, she grabbed her aunt’s hand, tugging her toward the door with all the energy she had.

“hey, hey, rubs, slow down a little, okay?” matt called from behind them, his voice warm with amusement. “we’re not in a hurry. no need to rush.”

ruby paused for a split second, glancing up at matt with a sudden serious expression. then, without missing a beat, she broke into a giggle, her tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. “okay, uncle matt!” she said in her sing-song voice, still holding tightly to y/n’s hand as they made their way toward the door.

“okay, go put on your shoes, and let’s get going!” y/n called to ruby, who immediately dashed over to her shoe rack. she excitedly picked out her favorite pair of pink light-up sneakers, practically bouncing as she put them on.

“let’s go, auntie!” ruby exclaimed, her words tumbling out in her usual burst of excitement. she was already back at y/n’s side, her hand once again grabbing y/n’s as she tugged her toward the door. matt followed closely behind, his steps light and easy as he kept pace with the two girls.

once they arrived at the park, ruby didn’t waste a single second. she immediately let go of y/n’s hand and ran straight for the swing set, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could go. “uncle matt! push me, please!” she called back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“alright, rubs, i’ve got you,” matt said with a chuckle, walking over to the swings with a grin. he was already getting ready to push her when y/n stepped back, watching from the sidelines, content to simply enjoy the moment.

y/n leaned against a nearby bench, her heart swelling with warmth as she watched matt gently push ruby on the swing. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the air, her hands gripping the chains as she soared higher into the sky. matt’s face was lit up with joy as he pushed her, and for a brief moment, y/n’s heart ached in the best way. she had always dreamed of being a mom, and watching matt with ruby was a constant reminder of how natural and beautiful he was with kids. sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to have a daughter of their own.

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the little girl waving at her from the swing. “come here, auntie y/n!”

y/n smiled warmly and walked over, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “yes, sweetie?”

“get on the swing too!” ruby said excitedly, pointing to the empty swing next to hers. “uncle matt will push both of us!”

y/n chuckled at ruby’s enthusiasm and nodded. “alright, alright, i’ll join you.” she sat down on the swing next to ruby, and as soon as she did, she felt matt give her a push. but it wasn’t just any push—it was a little too much.

“matt–!” y/n yelped, her voice a mixture of surprise and mock indignation. “too high!”

matt laughed along with ruby, clearly enjoying her reaction. ruby giggled uncontrollably, her small hands gripping the swing’s chains as she kicked her feet in the air.

“auntie y/n, you’re so funny!” ruby laughed, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. “okay, uncle matt, i want off now! let’s go to the next thing!” she said, pointing excitedly to the rest of the playground.

“alright, rubs,” matt said, laughing as he helped y/n down. the trio made their way toward the slides, with ruby already running ahead, eager to explore the next adventure.

when they returned home later that afternoon, ruby was practically bursting with energy, eager to tell her mom about everything. “mommy!” she shouted as she burst through the door, still riding high on the excitement of the day. “mommy, i had so much fun!”

y/n’s sister-in-law, who had been waiting by the door, crouched down to scoop her daughter up into her arms. “hey, sweetie. how was your day with auntie y/n and uncle matt?” she asked, her smile warm as she hugged ruby tight.

“was so fun! we went to the park, and uncle matt pushed me on the swings, and auntie y/n too!” ruby said excitedly, her words coming out in a happy rush.

“oh really now? sounds like you had a blast. now, how about you take off your shoes and wash your hands, okay? mommy’s going to chat with auntie y/n and uncle matt for a minute,” her mom suggested, giving ruby a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting her go.

ruby nodded eagerly and scampered off to do as instructed, her little feet pattering across the floor as she removed her sneakers and headed toward the bathroom.

once ruby was out of earshot, y/n’s sister-in-law turned to the couple with a grateful smile. “thank you so much for looking after her again,” she said, her voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n waved it off with a smile. “hey, you don’t have to thank us all the time. we’re family. we’d be happy to look after her any time,” she reassured her, her voice warm and comforting.

her sister-in-law smiled back, her eyes filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her as she made her way toward the door. “i’ll see you both soon.”

“take care!” y/n and matt called in unison, waving her goodbye. as the door clicked shut, the two of them shared a quiet smile, content with the simple joys of the day.

after a peaceful moment, they both climbed into matt’s van, letting out a simultaneous sigh as they settled into the comfortable silence. the weight of the afternoon's activities had finally caught up with them, and the car felt cozy and familiar.

“do you have it too?” y/n asked, her voice soft as she turned to glance at matt. there was a slight catch in her breath, a tender look in her eyes as she searched his face for an answer.

“baby fever?” matt said with a knowing smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “yeah, i’ve got it. bad.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stared out the window. her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, a little frown tugging at her lips. “we’re too young though. i know we are... but she’s just so cute.”

matt chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. “i know, baby. i want one too. believe me. but we should give it a few more years. we’re not exactly in the right place yet.”

“but matttt,” she whined, her voice taking on a playful tone. “she’s so tiny and perfect. i just wanna take her home and keep her forever.”

matt smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing over her hand as he reached out to take it. “i know, babe. i get it. i really do. but we’ve got time. a lot of time. no need to rush into it. we’ll get there, i promise. just a few more years, okay?”

y/n let out another sigh, this one a little heavier, but she nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “just a few more years, huh?” she repeated quietly, as though trying to convince herself.

“yeah, just a few,” matt confirmed softly, his voice soothing as he leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. his lips lingered there for a moment, his eyes closing in contentment. “we’ll be great when the time comes, i know it.”

y/n rested her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. the idea of waiting was hard, but she trusted matt. they had their whole future ahead of them. “okay,” she whispered, finally relaxing into the comfort of the moment. “just a few more years.”

wc: 2.2k

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