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── ୨୧ !　TOO MUCH

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.

WARNING: Insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The noise in the living room had escalated from playful teasing in front of the camera to sharp, biting words. Chris stood behind the kitchen table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at Matt and Nick, who were both looking at him from the other side of the table with expressions caught between frustration and exasperation.

"Do you ever think before you act, Chris?" Matt's voice was, surprisingly, raised, an edge of impatience in his tone. "We can’t get through one day without you doing something childish and making a scene, or worse, making our videos look like shit because of it!"

Chris’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately, his eyes darting between his brothers, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand.

"I wasn’t trying to do anything." He muttered finally, his voice barely above a whisper laced with hurt. "I was just... being myself."

"Yeah, exactly." Nick jumped in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "And that’s the problem. You’re always yelling and doing the most, Chris. It’s just... exhausting, okay?"

Chris clenched his fists, jaw tight as he glared at Nick, feeling himself crumbling a bit because sure, he’s too much. Sure, he speaks too loud and had opinions about everything and wasn’t afraid to share them, even if they were about the silliest things. Sure, he feels cornered and childish and immature and annoying, and most of what they're saying is probably true, but hearing his own brothers say it out loud... it pains his heart.

"You know, that’s actually rich coming from you." He shot back, his voice carrying a frustration he couldn’t hold back, trying to disguise his pain with anger. "You’re always the first to say that people watch us because we’re different, because even though we look the same, we're still different. But all you ever do is complain that I’m not just like you or Matt!”

Nick’s expression shifted, taken aback by Chris’s words. But Nick wasn’t one to back down, his voice snapping back almost before Chris had finished speaking.

"That’s not what I’m saying at all!" He fired, eyes narrowing. "Is it so insane to want you to stop yelling and acting like a literal child in every video? We’re trying to be professional, Chris! People like us, yeah, but they won’t if you keep acting like-"

Chris dragged a hand over his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, trying to shut out Nick’s words, trying to drown out the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood.

"... and we can’t keep dealing with it, Chris. Grow the fuck up."

The youngest felt his chest tighten even more. His greatest insecurity - one that clawed at his chest every night when he couldn’t sleep, when the silence around him became deafening - was now on full display, brutally brought to life by the people he trusted most.

The internet was relentless in labeling him as "the weird one", the "annoying triplet", just because he was loud and talked too much, just because he was unapologetically himself. He’d laugh it off, of course, joke about it even because it was easier to pretend it didn’t bother him. But deep down, those words haunted him, scraping at the edges of his self-worth, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t enough.

And now, hearing Matt and Nick throw those same words at him... he felt hollow. Like all the air had been knocked from his lungs. They knew. They knew how those comments got to him, how hard he tried to ignore it, to rise above the criticism.

"Fine." He said bitterly, hating how his voice trembled slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "I’ll get out of your way, then."

He pushed his weight off of the table, preparing himself to get out of there, but as Chris stormed away, Nick's frustration boiled over, and he turned to Matt, his voice sharp and incredulous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

But Chris kept walking, his shoulders tense as he made his way to the stairs, refusing to let himself look back. His brothers’ voices felt like static at this point, blending into the background as he forced himself to keep going.

Behind him, Matt muttered under his breath, an edge of impatience creeping in.

"Why is he being so dramatic?" He called, exasperation evident in his tone. "Chris, just come back, man! Let’s finish this video."

But Chris didn’t even slow down. Each word felt like salt in a wound he was struggling to ignore, a constant reminder that he wasn’t on the same level as them, that they were all looking at him like he was the problem.

Maybe he was.

As he went down the stairs, his mind was racing, every emotion simmering just below the surface.

His hands trembled slightly as he reached his bedroom door, a mix of anger, shame, and sadness twisting in his chest, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep it together. He wanted to scream, to push all the hurt away.

Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Y/N - curled up on his bed with notebooks spread around her and laptop balanced on her knees - looked up instantly, a huge smile spreading across her face as she noticed him, her expression so genuinely happy to see him that it made his heart ache even more.

"Hi, honey! How was filming?" She greeted brightly, unaware of the turmoil written across his face.

But her smile faltered quickly as she took in his red-rimmed eyes, the way his face seemed almost haunted, his body tense and trembling as he stood frozen in the doorway. She blinked, worry flashing across her features.

"Chris? Hey, what happened?" The girl whispered, and her words were like a lifeline, breaking the dam he’d tried so hard to keep in place.

She was quick in put her work together, placing her notebooks and laptop gently onto the floor beside her, leaving it all opened for her to come back to it later, her arms instinctively opening up to him.

"Come here, baby."

Without another thought, Chris crossed the room and collapsed into her open arms, sinking onto the bed as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear alone.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he could somehow hide from everything that had been clawing at him. His legs slid between her thighs, his body curling into hers, every part of him drawn in close, seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.

Y/N didn’t say anything at first. She could feel the way his shoulders shook, the silent sobs racking through him as he tried to hold back, his breath catching painfully against her neck. She held him even tighter, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his fluff hair as she pressed soft, reassuring kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere she could reach.

"Shh... It’s okay, sweetheart." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his line of hair. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, Chris. Just breathe, baby."

But Chris felt anything but safe in his own skin. Shame and hurt twisted inside him, tightening like a vice around his chest. He tried to fold himself even smaller, curling tighter into her, trying to somehow look smaller for a 5'8 grown man, pressing his body as close to hers as he could.

He wanted to disappear, to melt into her embrace, and let the world live freely without his presence. The words Matt and Nick had thrown at him - the very same words he read online, the labels he was used to brushing off - felt so true, so much a part of him that he couldn’t deny them.

Childish. Annoying. Immature.

He hated himself in that moment, hated how much he cared, hated how the words dug under his skin, making him feel unworthy, unloved.

"Am I... am I really that annoying?" He whispered, his voice cracking and sounding more horse than it should. "Do you... Do you think I’m too much, too?"

Y/N’s heart twisted painfully as she heard his words, the broken way he spoke them. She frowned deeply, pulling back just enough to look down at him, her hand cupping his wet cheek as she met his gaze, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down his face.

"Oh, sweetheart..." She shook her head gently, her voice laced with disbelief and fierce love. "No. No, Chris, of course not. You’re not annoying. You’re not too much. You’re everything I could ever want. You’re perfect exactly the way you are."

He clenched his fists, gripping onto Y/N’s hoodie - or better, his own blue hoodie -, his knuckles white with the force of it as he tried to agree with her, but her words didn’t seem to reach him. His brow furrowed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he choked out.

"They said... They said I’m always yelling, being loud, making a scene... like I’m always... embarrassing them." His voice caught on the last words, his breath hitching as he fought to keep from breaking down completely.

Y/N held him tighter, her hand moving to the bottom of his white shirt, traveling inside of it only to rub soothing circles along his naked back as she spoke in a soft, steady tone, hoping her words would anchor him.

"Chris, they love you. They’re just... they don’t understand how much their words hurt sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you’re a burden or that you’re too much. You bring so much joy and energy to everything. That’s part of who you are, and it’s one of the things I love most about you."

He shook his head slightly, his breathing coming faster as anxiety started to build again, overtaking him.

"I... I just don’t get it. One minute, they’re saying people watch us because we’re different... and then they tell me I should be more like them. I don’t... I don’t know how to be that. I tried so hard to be like them, you have to believe me, but I don’t know how to change who I am-"

Y/N felt the depth of his frustration in the desperate way that he begged, wanting - no, needing - her to believe him. She cupped his face gently, urging him to look at her.

"You don’t have to change, Chris. Not for anyone. You’re enough just as you are, baby. And you’re not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone who really sees you and loves you for who you are."

He nodded slowly, finally trying to take a deep breath, only to feel like his nose was closed and his throat was being chocked by invisible hands. He closed his eyes forcefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tried to breathe in a gulp of air that never seemed to be enough. Chris could feel his heart tightening, his chest struggling in the quick movements of going up and down too many times in a second.

"Can't- I... Please-" He tried, tightening his hands around her hoodie, panicking with the anxiety attack that seemed to come so suddenly.

"Hey, hey, Chris. Sweetheart, you’re okay." Y/N whispered softly, her voice a calming presence against the storm inside him. She shifted slightly, one hand now resting on his chest with a firm press as she guided him through deep breaths, her own voice slow and steady. "Come on, just breathe with me, okay? In... and out... Nice and slow. I’m right here with you."

Following her lead, Chris pressed his eyes tighter in a way that made him see stars behind his eyelids, focusing on the rhythm of her voice, the rise and fall of her own breathing against his fists. With each exhale, he felt a bit of the tension release, his chest loosening as he tried to match her calming breaths.

Gradually, his racing heart began to slow, the adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him feeling heavy, exhausted.

Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"There you go. That’s it... Well done, my strong boy. Now, just relax. I’ve got you."

As his breathing evened out, Chris opened his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability that tore at her heart.

"You don’t have to carry all of this alone, Chris. I’m always here for you, no matter what. You’re safe with me, okay? I love you... so much." She leaned down, pressing another kiss to his forehead as she held him close, her voice soft.

The gentle reassurance, the quiet love in her words wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him further into her warmth. His eyelids grew heavier, the tiredness finally catching up with him as he let himself surrender to the comfort of her arms, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"I know, honey. Sleep." Y/N whispered, a tender smile on her lips as she cradled him closer, holding him like a mother would hold her kid, her hands tracing soothing patterns along his back. "You can rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up."

As she continued to whisper soft reassurances, her fingers running gently through his hair, Chris’s breathing finally evened out, his body relaxing completely in her arms. His head rested on the curve of her neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist as he drifted off, his pain and worries slipping away in the safety of her embrace.

Y/N leaned down, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his hair before laying her cheek against his head, her arms wrapped securely around his body as she watched over him.

"I love you, sweet boy."

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A couple of hours had passed, the sunsetting casting a soft, warm light over Chris’s room, where he and Y/N lay wrapped together on the bed. Chris’s face was nestled against her shoulder, his breathing steady and calm now, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers.

Outside the room, Matt and Nick exchanged a glance. They’d been standing in the hallway for nearly five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock. Their earlier argument with Chris had weighed heavily on both of them, guilt twisting in their stomachs as they replayed every hurtful word that had left their mouths.

Finally, Matt raised his fist and knocked softly on Chris’s door, the faint sound echoing in the silence. When there was no answer, he hesitated, glancing at Nick before slowly pushing the door open.

They both froze at the sight before them. Chris and Y/N were curled up together on the bed, Chris’s face still damp from tears as he lay against her, completely relaxed in her arms. Y/N had one arm around his shoulders, her fingers resting in his hair, while her other hand was hiding inside his shirt, holding his back, cradling him protectively. They looked peaceful.

Matt’s heart clenched at the sight, guilt intensifying as he took in Chris’s tear-streaked face. He glanced over at Nick, who was staring down at his feet, clearly feeling the same crushing remorse.

"Let's go. We can come back later." Matt muttered, pulling Nick towards himself before starting to back out of the room, thinking it might be best to give Chris a bit more time.

But just as they were about to close the door, Chris stirred, shifting slightly in Y/N’s arms. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, his face just inches from the gentle slope of her neck where he could still catch the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the natural warmth of her skin.

He moved slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movement caused her to pull him in closer, her fingers instinctively brushing over his back. The feeling of her hand tracing small, soothing circles over his shoulder as if it was a muscle memory grounded him further, coaxing a soft sigh from him as he nuzzled deeper into her embrace, pressing a gentle, barely-there kiss to her neck.

When his sleepy eyes finally traveled around the room while gently stretching his legs between hers, he finally caught Matt and Nick's figures standing in the doorway.

His face fell the instant he realized they were there, his peaceful expression replaced by a guarded, distant look. Carefully, he eased himself up, making sure not to wake Y/N as he pulled himself away from her arms.

"Came for round two?" He looked at Matt and Nick, his sleepy voice laced with bitterness as he asked.

Nick swallowed, words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right thing to say. What an irony. He opened his mouth but only managed to mumble, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out.

Finally, Nick took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Chris, I... we came to say... We just..." His pearly teeth caged his bottom lip momentarily, taking a deep breath. "We love that you’re different."

Chris stared at him, incredulous, eyebrows raised as he scoffed softly.

"Different? That’s what you’re leading with?" His eyes narrowed, hurt simmering just beneath the surface. "So now I’m the ‘different’ one? Funny, ‘cause that didn’t seem to be a good thing a few hours ago."

Nick faltered, his face flushing as he realized his words weren’t coming out the way he intended. He tried again, tripping over his explanation.

"No, no, I... I didn’t mean it like that. I just-"

Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze lowered as he avoided Nick and Matt's eyes, interrupting Nick.

"Look, I want to apologize, alright?" He started, his voice barely more than a murmur, thick with emotion. "I know it was all my fault and that I’m a lot to handle. I get it. I can be too loud, too... everything, really. And I know I’m not like you guys. I’ve tried so hard to be, but it’s just... not me." His words hung heavy in the room, his fingers twisting anxiously in his lap. "I feel like sometimes I just ruin things because I don’t know how to turn it off. You two seem to have this balance, you know when to joke and when to be serious, and I’m over here just... always pushing things too far."

He exhaled deeply, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brothers', the weight of insecurity and years of self-doubt written all over his face.

"I’m sorry if it feels like you have to put up with me. I’ve tried to be more like you, but it’s never enough. And sometimes... it just feels like who I am isn’t what anyone wants." His voice cracked at the last words, his vulnerability laid bare, and he quickly looked away, bracing himself for whatever they would say.

Nick and Matt shared a look, each seeing the guilt mirrored in the other’s eyes as Chris’s words sank in, cutting through them like a blade.

Matt felt his chest tighten, a pang of regret settling heavily in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. How could he have let Chris - his little brother, the boy who was always loving him no matter what - believe, even for a second, that he wasn’t wanted exactly as he was?

His legs moved on instinct, carrying him back into the room before he even registered it, straight to Chris, who looked so small and hurt, slumped at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Matt reached out, placing a steadying hand on Chris’s knee, his fingers gently pressing into his brother’s skin as if trying to ground him.

"Chris, you’re our little brother. I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re too much for us." He swallowed, his voice wavering as he continued, willing Chris to see and feel every word. "I love you, man. We love you for who you are. You don’t need to change a thing. It’s your energy, your spark that makes everything better. You have this way of bringing life into everything, and that’s something I wouldn’t change for anything." He looked into Chris’s eyes, his own gaze filled with a raw honesty. "We need you to be you, Chris. No one else."

Nick’s heart clenched as he watched, his own guilt building with every second. Gaining control over the hurt and regret flooding him, he crossed the room in long strides, dropping down beside Matt. He looked up at Chris, his throat tight with emotion, the sight of his little brother so closed-off, so wounded, cutting deep. He was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.

"Yeah... you being another person? That’s not what we want at all. We’ve never wanted you to be anyone else. You’re perfect the way you are, Chris." Nick’s voice shook, filled with a determination to make Chris understand the truth, to undo every careless word he and Matt had thrown his way earlier. "I'm so, so sorry that we said all of those things and made you think so bad about yourself."

Chris’s defenses wavered, his resolve crumbling as he glanced between his brothers. Their sincerity seeped through, but doubt still clouded his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, loosening his grip on his hoodie just a bit.

"You promise?" His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with uncertainty, his fingers twisting anxiously into the fabric of his sleeve.

Without hesitation, Nick reached forward, taking Chris’s hands in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing firmly.

"We promise. We love how wild you are, how you’re always the one bringing the energy. You’re louder, sure, but that’s not something bad, it's exactly what makes you, you. You’re the happiest out of the three of us, Chris, and we wouldn’t change that for anything." He gave Chris’s hand another reassuring squeeze, feeling the smallest hint of relief when he saw the younger brother begin to relax, if only slightly.

Matt nodded, adding gently.

"And hey, I don’t think we need to be professional or act in a type of way for our videos to be good. The viewers love us for who we are... the mix of chaos and calm. That’s what makes us, us. It’s why they stick around."

Chris took a shaky breath, letting their words settle over him, feeling the weight of them begin to ease some of the pain. Slowly, he nodded, his fingers curling back around Nick’s reassuring grip.

"Okay."

Matt leaned forward, placing a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

"We’ll do better, alright? We’re brothers. We’re gonna mess up, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have each other’s backs. Always."

Chris exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension melt away as he leaned into their touch, the comfort of his brothers grounding him in a way only they could. Straightening himself, he managed a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a bit lighter.

"Yeah... always."

"Well, I’m really glad you guys are okay again." Y/N’s soft voice broke the silence, bringing all three heads up in surprise.

She moved with a quiet strength as she sat up and brushed her hand tenderly through Chris’s hair, watching his face light up as he realized she’d been awake all along.

"But just so we’re clear... if either of you hurt my baby like that again, you’re going to have to answer to me." She turned her gaze to Nick and Matt, a playful but fierce glint in her eyes.

"Y/N..." Chris dragged the last letter of her name in a whining tone, feeling flustered with how she called him 'her baby' in front of his brothers - even though they were more than accustomed with it.

Nick’s eyes widened jokingly with her threat, a chuckle escaping him. He lifted his hands in mock surrender, glancing at Matt as if to say, 'Well, we better watch out'. Matt nodded, eyes a bit sheepish, scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, alright, no more ganging up on Chris. You have our word, Y/N."

Content with their promises, Y/N turned her attention back to Chris, opening her arms and pulling him into her embrace once more. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her warmth, his head nestled against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, fingers tracing soothing circles along his back as she whispered.

"I told you they didn't mean it." He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, the last bits of hurt melting away.

Nick and Matt watched the two of them, a fondness softening their expressions.

"You know." She murmured, pulling Chris's head away from her chest and looking at him with a mischievous grin. "You’re pretty lucky to have all of us wrapped around your finger."

Chris laughed, a real laugh this time, the sound full of relief and love.

"Yeah, I know. I just... I guess I forget sometimes."

"Well." Nick started, squeezing Chris’s shoulder with a grin. "We’re not going anywhere. So next time, just remind us if we’re being idiots, alright?"

Chris nodded, glancing gratefully at each of them, feeling more grounded and cherished than he had in a long time.

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ivysturnss · 27 days ago

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saying this is just crazy I have spoke to @deareststurns and apologised aswell as deleting the fic wishing this upon anyone is just disgraceful

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturn #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #inbox #death threats tw #nathan doe #matthew sturniolo

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ivysturnss · 27 days ago

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⊹₊ ⋆࿐ fall fest ୨୧

⌗ synopsis: fem!reader and the triplets have a cozy day of fall festivities

⌗ content: fluff, bf!matt, fem!reader, swearing

the cozy scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon fills your nose as you step out of matt’s car, smiling softly. you’re excited, but not as excited as matt himself as he climbs out of the driver’s seat.

“nick, literally just get out of the fuckin’ car!” chris yells, kicking at nick as he takes his time gathering his bag from the floorboard. chris is already in a bad mood after being forced to sit in the back to make room for you in the passenger seat, which is quite amusing.

“i’m literally fucking trying, bitch.” nick scoffs, finally sliding across the row to step out of the car, chris following behind.

matt makes his way around the car to your side, sliding an arm around your waist. “both of you, just… shut the fuck up.” he says calmly, turning to you with a smile and nodding his head toward the already-lively fall fest. “let’s go.”

“i’d be shutting the fuck up if chris’s annoying ass wasn’t so impatient.” nick grumbles, falling into step beside chris and behind you and matt.

you snicker softly at their banter, one of the many reasons why they’re your best friends.

you all walk into the fest, the cozy scent in the air only intensifying as it’s joined by the warm aroma of baked goods and fresh hay. there are people of all ages surrounding you, all happy to enjoy the festival.

above you, lined along the main path, are large orange hanging lights illuminating the area. you snuggle closer to matt as you walk, the chilled air beginning to get to you. he smiles softly and complies, pulling you closer. “cold, mama?”

“only a little.” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you walk.

“oh my shit, matt, there’s horses!” chris exclaims, jumping slightly and tapping his brother on the shoulder before pointing toward a man and a woman, both mounted on horses, making their way through the fair.

“wait, i wanna pet one!” you grin, moving your arm to hook around matt’s and dragging him along with you as the four of you follow the horses.

they come to a stop, the woman — presumably dressed as a scarecrow — grins down at you and the triplets. “you can pet ‘em, they don’t bite.” she says in a heavy southern accent.

matt reaches his hand out first, smiling softly and petting along the bridge of it’s nose as nick makes his way to the other horse, trailing his hand across the side of it’s body. “and who is this diva?”

“her name’s cupcake.” replies the man mounted on cupcake, dressed as a cowboy with an equally thick southern accent. “well hello, cupcake.” chris says softly, grinning and petting the side of her face.

you all eventually thank the man and woman, as well as the horses, before rejoining the rest of the festival on the main path. “honestly… ‘m gonna miss cupcake.” chris sighs dramatically, shaking his head solemnly.

“chris… actually shut the fuck up.” matt says, as nick cackles from behind him.

matt’s arm finds its familiar place around your waist and you comply, resting your head on his shoulder. he rests his head on top of yours as you walk, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. “i fucking love fall.”

you laugh softly, grinning at his boyish tone. “matt… it’s autumn, not fall.” you reply, glancing up at him. ‘autumn’ just sounds so much better than ‘fall’.

“it literally doesn’t matter!” he laughs, squeezing your side to emphasize his words.

you watch him as you all continue to wander, talking mindlessly and enjoying the autumn vibe. you can’t help but admire him as his face constantly lights up, or when his tone grows more high-pitched in excitement.

eventually, you all stop at an apple cider donut food truck to rest momentarily and enjoy some fucking fire donuts.

you sit criss-crossed on the picnic bench, facing matt, who sits next to you as he eats his donut. “holy shit, this is gas.” you say, staring down at your donuts.

“yeah? ya got food all over your face..” he laughs, and you smile at him, your lips coated in cinnamon sugar. he brings his hand up to cup your chin, still letting out closed mouth giggles as his thumb brushes over your lips, wiping off the sugar.

“good god, you guys are such cornballs.” chris scoffs, fake-gagging before continuing to eat his food, nick laughing next to him before they start yapping about some nonsense. you’d be laughing and joining in, but it’s filtered out by matt and his pretty face.

it’s refreshing to see him so… in his element. it’s cute. the way he looks around and a smile subconsciously graces his face.

“enjoying yourself?” you ask, brushing your hands off on your jeans and placing the empty donut container on the picnic table, resting your head on his shoulder again.

“i’m really glad we came here today, actually. it’s so pretty out, and it smells good, and everyone’s happy, and it’s just so… fall.” he says, grinning down at you.

“autumn.” you correct jokingly, raising your eyebrows at him. “i actually fuckin’ hate you.” he says through giggles, lightly shoving your shoulder.

he takes a deep breath, grinning back down at you again. “i do have a little something planned, too. if you wanna.” he says softly.

“yeah? whaddaya got?” you ask, smiling up at him as your chin digs into his shoulder. your heart swells at the idea of matt planning something special.

he feigns contemplation for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, you gotta wait to find out.”

you scoff playfully, pouting at him before ultimately deciding it’s kinda romantic. “alright, fine. keep your secrets.” you mumble, shooting an unserious glare at him.

the four of you finish your donuts and continue to wander the festival before matt checks the time on his phone at one point, before glancing down at you. “you ready to experience my plan?”

you glance up at him, raising a brow. “that’s a weird ass way to say it. but yes.” a smile graces your face, as you continue to walk.

“alright.” he says, glancing toward chris and nick, presumably speaking through their eyes. nick rolls his eyes and fakes a gag before chris yanks him away.

“do they know about this??” you ask, a laugh escaping your mouth as you watch nick get dragged away.

“maybe.” he shrugs, grinning and sliding his hand down to the small of your back, leading you a certain way.

eventually, after lots of annoying questioning, a rustic-looking truck, the bed filled with crates of pumpkins, comes into view. the back is positioned for pumpkins to flow out, complete with a sign that says ‘2 for $5, 1 for $3’.

he walks you over, smiling. you glance up at him “we’re buying pumpkins?” you ask, finding the idea cute.

“no. well, yes. but after.” he says, a grin slowly making its way across his face as his eyes avert from yours to behind you.

“what… does that—” you say, turning your head to face whatever he’s looking at.

a little laugh escapes your mouth as you see a large cart filled with hay, attached to a horse. it’s the hayride, but nobody’s on it. “uh.. yeah, after this.” he says, smiling down at you.

“matt. did you fucking pay these people to reserve the hayride for us???” you say, grinning up at him like a child. this is the corniest thing he’s ever done.

“nah.” he says sarcastically, walking you over. you he climbs onto the cart, reaching out an arm to help you up. you sit next to him cross-legged on the hay, as he rests his arm around your shoulders.

“you are such a cornball.” you laugh, as the cart starts to move. the man on the horse leads it to a trail in the forest, decorated throughout with fall decor and fairy lights for the hayride.

“only for you.” he shrugs, glancing around the pretty forest and appreciating the decor before his eyes land on you, a sight he prefers over anything.

a/n: first fic guys! lmk if it’s ass or not

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ivysturnss · 28 days ago

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𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑺 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉… you and the triplets accompany sam and colby during hell week at the haunted farrar elementary school. but what happens when the ghosts don’t seem to enjoy your presence?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… mostly fluff, ghosts, paranormal, a wee bit of violence

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hi there.. guys im gonna be honest here, i kinda hate this and i’m probably going to delete it within a week. (boo tomato tomato) but! if you couldn’t tell this was inspired by the new sam and colby video with the triplets! i lowkey got kinda scared writing this at night LMFAO

you and the triplets were joining sam and colby at the farrar elementary school for hell week. needless to say you were horrified of going, ghosts and spirits were not your thing. matt insisted that you come with him alongside nick and chris. you eventually gave in and agreed to go considering you had previously backed out of going to the driskill hotel. the boys had just finished a basketball game called knockout in the gym to determine who has to do an alone investigation. the six of you were standing in a circle as a you guys discussed who was going to be going alone during the investigation. matt had his arm draped over your shoulder keeping you close by. chris had won the basketball game, which meant he got to pick.

“so chris, do you feel special being able to make this decision?” sam asked chris.

“nah i lowkey feel kinda bad so i’ll leave it up to fate. i’ll spin this fire truck toy and whoever it points towards has to go alone!” chris announced walking over to the toy.

“chris before you choose who has to go alone, would you like to exclude anybody?” nick asked as colby pointed the camera towards him.

“me!” chris laughed while pointing to himself. you looked up at matt and let out a small laugh. “okay well what about a friend or brother of yours?” nick said shrugging, attempting to convince chris to eliminate him from the decision.

you brought your hands up to cup your face and slightly shaking your head “oh my god no, i’m nervous.” chris kneeled down to the floor and placed his hand over the fire truck “okay, are you guys ready?” we all nodded before he flicked his wrist and the toy spun around in a circle before pointing towards- “no way y/n!!!” colby cheered lifting the camera from the toy and pointing the camera towards you.

you stood next to matt with your mouth wide open before squeezing your eyes shut and leaning your head back on matt’s shoulder. “you’ve got to be kidding.”

“y/n it was all fate, i’m sorry!” chris replied, feeling bad that you would have to go around the school all alone. matt rubbed your arms from behind you. “it’s alright baby, i believe in you. you can be the next lorraine warren!” you turned around glaring up at your boyfriend before he let out a chuckle and put his hands up in the air as defense.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“we are now at the grand central staircase at the farrar elementary school!” colby informed to the camera, with the triplets and you seated next to him. chris and nick were about to do the estes method to see if they could get any insight on the ghosts around them. “i think one of the first interactions with ghosts in the school was right here. one of the old owners almost slipped down these stairs until she felt someone catch her to brace her fall.”

“that’s insane, i’m glad it was a good interaction between them though.” matt admitted. “it’s almost like the ghosts were protecting the owners, unfortunately that’s not what they’re doing with us.” sam hummed with a suspicious tone and turned the camera towards himself.

as your friends spoke to each other and at the camera, you started to feel a little uneasy. the air was thick and there was a tight feeling in your chest, you took a deep breath and looked at your surroundings. seeing that nick and matt were next to you, your anxious feelings subsided before a loud dragging noise was heard from behind the staircase.

“what the hell was that?” colby questioned quickly. “i have no idea, it sounded like it was coming from over here.” sam interrupted while walking behind the staircase and out to the hallway. you, colby, and the triplets quickly followed behind him searching for the source of the noise. everyone looked around the hallway and found no trace of what could’ve possibly triggered the noise.

your eyes darted around the hallway before you felt a presence beside you. thinking it was matt, you quickly turned around only to see him and your friends standing a few feet down the hallway. your heart rate quickly intensified. “what the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself. you shook your head before speed walking towards the rest of the group, intertwining matt’s hand with yours.

matt noticed you next to him “hi baby, how you feeling?” matt asked softly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “im scared, this place is so eerie.” you smiled nervously at him.

before matt could respond sam approached us slightly jogging. “hey you guys ready to go back to the stairs?” matt turned towards his friend before speaking. “yup let’s go.” he dragged your hand back down the hallway to the grand staircase. sam followed behind the two of you, as you turned the corner chris and nick were already putting their headset and blindfold on, preparing to perform the estes method.

you sat down on the step in front of nick with matt one step below you. “alright let’s start! is there anybody with us on the grand central staircase?” colby asked from beside chris. a loud silence consumed all of you as you all awaited an answer. nick giggled causing you to turn your head. “sorry the silence just makes me laugh.” you turned towards the camera shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“were any of you with us in the gym at first?” colby asked again. “annual” chris announces loudly. “what happens annually?” sam questioned from behind the camera.

there was another long pause before nick spoke up. “thursday, july twenty fifth.” everyone’s eyes went wide at the specific date. you turned towards matt and he placed his hand on your knee as a sign of comfort. “wait isn’t that..tomorrow?” you said pulling out your phone. “no way.” matt gasped, peering over your phone “what the fuck it is tomorrows date. what’s gonna happen on that date?”

“all of this” chris explained. “what the hell does that mean?” you asked softy, looking around at your friends.

“y/n.” nick spoke loudly causing you to spin your around to face him. matt rubbed your knee softly, taking a deep breath. “what the hell?” your eyebrows furrowed before looking at colby.

just as sam was about to say something, a loud noise was heard from upstairs. “did you hear that?” colby eyes widened looking at sam before running up the stairs, recording on his phone. “i don’t see anything up here.” he yelled from above.

“show power.” nick suddenly spoke.

“it’s over.” chris spoke next.

“her”

“out”

“hurt”

you laughed nervously and turned to face sam. “that’s not concerning at all.” colby made his way down the stairs after investigating. “i think we’re good for now, we should take them out.” sam nodded and quickly tapped nick and chris to alert him to take their headphones and blindfold off.

there were prominent goosebumps on your arms after hearing what nick and chris were saying during the estes method. it felt like a heavy weight was placed on your shoulders which caused your heart rate to beat faster. matt noticed immediately and placed his hand on your back. “y/n?” he spoke softly, looking at you with a concerned expression. you swallowed hard and turned to look at him. “are you feeling alright sweetheart? i’m right next to you don’t worry.”

“sorry, it’s nothing. i’m just…i’m okay.” you responded in the same soft tone before giving him a reassuring smile. he stood up and reached his hand down to help you from the stairs. you both walked back to the main hallway to meet up with the rest of your friends, mentally preparing for your investigation that you would have to endure alone.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“it’s time to split up and die.” colby announced to the camera. we all bent over in laughter at his idiotic comment. “how are you feeling y/n? are you ready to go to the boiler room all on your own” sam asked looking over at you with the camera.

“well let’s just say i’m not thrilled to be going in the most haunted room in this school alone!” you explained crossing your arms over your chest. “i can’t believe you’re actually doing this y/n, im already shitting bricks just thinking about the ghost interactions you’ll have.” nick interrupted. you let out a big sigh and shrugged your shoulders. “thanks nick! that’s super helpful!” you exclaimed sarcastically.

“okay! before we all part ways for our investigation, we need to open all these lockers to see if they’ll shut on their own. if they do, something’s definitely here!” sam explained, filming colby and chris who were opening all the locker doors.

i kept my gaze on them before matt gently took hold of my wrist and pulled me to the side away from everyone else. “you’re gonna be okay on your own right? if you don’t wanna do it i’ll tell sam to take your spot, they won’t make you do anything you don’t want too.” he cupped my face and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “i’ll be okay matt, don’t worry about it!” you reassured him. deep down you were still scared of what would happen while you were on your own, but you didn’t want to back out.

“if anything happens or you don’t want to do it anymore, come find me alright?” matt murmured and titled your chin up before giving you a soft peck on the lips.

nick walked up to the two of you before making a gagging noise. “are you guys done eating each others faces? we have to start now.” matt gave nick a side eye before following him back to sam, colby, and chris. “okay guys. see you back here soon hopefully!” colby said while waving to everyone to say goodbye as nick and matt left together to room 206 and i walked down stairs towards the boiler room.

the bright light of the camera shined brightly towards your face as you started recording “alright guys! it’s just me here, unfortunately.” you sighed “i’m gonna be really honest here, i’m terrified of this place. being alone in one of the most haunted rooms in the school was not something i planned on doing tonight.” as you made your way down the stairs you heard a loud creaking noise. you paused your footsteps and looked at your surroundings, nothing. you shook your head and came to a conclusion your nerves were scaring you.

once you made it to the boiler room, you set down the equipment sam and colby had given you and were preparing to asks the ghosts some questions. placing the camera down, you put the music box on the floor and the flashlight on a random ledge. you took a seat on a random folding chair and hit record on the camera.

“is there anybody with me in the boiler room? if there is, can you set off the music box or the flashlight.” you asked. the silence around you was horrifying and the only source of light was the one attached to the camera.

before you knew it the flashlight had turned on. you turned towards the camera before whispering quietly. “okay so there’s definitely somebody here with me right now. can you turn the flashlight off if you’re the janitor?” the light remained lit. “are you the gym teacher?” there was no movement from any of the equipment. “this is really strange, the only people that sam and colby talked about being down here was the janitor and principal. if this isn’t them talking to me, who else is here?” you murmured towards the camera.

you rested your elbow on your knee, placing your head in the palm of your hand contemplating what to ask next. “are you a spirit or ghost sam and colby don’t know about?” the flashlight immediately switched off. “uhm…i know some of you guys here aren’t super friendly, are you here to harm us?” you jumped as the music box activated and quickly put your hand over your chest. “well, my friends and i mean no harm to any of you here we just want to know more about you guys.”

the camera beeped from in front of you, indicating it had stopped recording. you leaned forward to pick it up off the shelf it rested on but before you could grab it the chair you were sitting on was pulled out from behind you. you gasped and quickly turned around, only to see nobody there. before you could recover from the fall, your back hit the cold concrete floor as you felt a tug on your hair. you placed your hands over your head and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. your breathing became uneven and it felt like somebody had placed a dumbbell on your chest.

when you opened your eyes again you were met with a black silhouette standing above you. you tried to yell for someone but it felt as if your breath had gotten caught in your throat.

“leave” a whisper echoed beside your left ear. with your heart racing you quickly stood up only to fall back down to your knees when you felt a sharp pain in your forearm. tears welled in your eyes and you bit down hard on your lower lip as a whimper escaped your throat. you placed your palm on the concrete floor to push yourself back up and quickly raced out the boiler room door. leaving all of the equipment behind to go find matt.

as you ran through the gym and up the stairs, your legs felt that they were about to give out with every step you took. you had never felt so weak before. when you reached the main floor where you had originally separated from your friends, you looked around the hallway frantically looking for matt.

“matt! matt! please where are you?” you shouted down the halls with tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“tell us more about this daddy you’re thinking about!” nick exclaimed at the ghost device. matt stared at him with a disappointing look “nick shut the fuck up be serious here.”

“danger” the device announced

nick and matt looked to each other as their eyes widened. “what’s in danger?” matt’s asked quickly, looking back at nick who had his eyes glued to the door leading out to the hallway. “do-do you hear that?” nick questioned matt, slapping his arm to get his attention.

“hear what nick?” matt murmured to the oldest triplet. but before he could get an answer, he heard his name being shouted from down the hall .

“why does it sound like y/n? oh my god what if it’s a ghost impersonating her!” nick said grabbing matt’s hand. matt quickly shot up in his seat and pushed the desk out of the way before racing towards the door. but before he could reach the exit, you ran into the door way making eye contact with him. your breathing was ragged as you put both of your hands on the doorframe to stabilize yourself.

“matt.” you cried as you fell into his chest. he almost lost his balance from the sudden impact but quickly caught you in his arms to stabilize the both of you.

“y/n, baby what-what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” matt asked desperately, looking at nick to come help him. nick ran to your side with a worried expression on his face. you let out choked sobs as you tried to speak to matt, clinging onto his arms as if he were to disappear if you let go. “i’m right here. it’s okay, it’s okay.” matt said softly, stroking your hair in attempt to calm you down.

sam, colby, and chris all raced into the room you guys were in to see what all the commotion was for, only to be stunned by the state you were in.

matt lowered you to the floor and held you close as you looked up at him with teary eyes. “talk to me baby, what happened?”he asked softly. “i-i don’t even remember what happened down there. there was something in the boiler room and it pulled my chair from underneath me and pulled my hair. i could barley even see what it was.” you rambled with sobs escaping your throat.

nick, chris, sam and colby all looked at each other and spoke lowly in an attempt to figure out what had happened. chris stepped aside from his other friends and stood above his brother with concern in his eyes “matt..her arm.” matt quickly looked down and gently turned your wrist over to reveal three crimson scratches on your forearm.

“oh my god. y/n that does not look good.” sam said worriedly. you lifted your head from matt’s chest and let out a sniffle looking down at your arm.

“i mean…you’ll have a pretty cool scar and story after it heals!” nick said rubbing your shoulder from beside matt, trying to lighten the mood. you let out a small laugh while wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“do you guys know what could’ve caused this to happen?” matt asked looking at sam and colby. they looked at each other slightly confused considering they had no idea. “it’s hard to say honestly. some spirits attach themselves to particular people for no reason, it could have something to do with your aura or ancestors.” colby shrugged, looking down at you with concern in his eyes. matt held you close as you calmed down, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as reassurance.

it’s safe to say none of you expected the night to end like this.

xoxo, mia ♡

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