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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Keep Me Afloat ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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♡ Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Matt x Sad!Gf!Reader x Concerned!Sweet!Bf!Chris

♡ Warnings : mental/emotional burnout, crying, sad thoughts, bed rotting, brief mention of self negelct, comfort, pet names (Ma, baby, sweetheart, angel.)

♡ Wc : I’ll update this later

♡ A/N : Matt and Chris are dating reader! If I’m being honest, I’ve never written a thing for a three person couple so sorry if this is eh and let me know if yall fw it? I’ve been in such a sad mood that now it’s making me want to write sad stuff again. Also if any of this is touchy subject for you please read at your own risk! It’s not very detailed but just in case. Always remember to reach out to someone if you ever need help, I am here for any of you that need to talk. <3

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To say you were drained was an understatement. Your mind feeling foggy everyday as if you were just existing without ever really thinking. It became more common for yourself to just lay in bed everyday before and after work, not really doing anything to care for yourself much in between.

Matt and Chris had no idea how bad you were getting. Always making excuses not to see them because you were “too busy” when that was never really the case. You were always bad at expressing your feelings, not letting anyone offer help because you were so used to suffering alone.

It felt like you were drowning, your own thoughts consumed your mind every second of the day. You were tired, sore, and mentally exhausted. Wanting to leave your job, the weight of responsibilities becoming too much to bear.

So here you were, laying in your bed with the covers up to your chin and your stuffed animal clutched tightly in your grasp. Your two weeks already out, in and over with, no longer working. You had yet to tell Matt and Chris, slightly ignoring their texts and ghosting them as you reveled in your own mind.

They became worried, constantly talking to one another about what to do and if they should go see you because it had been weeks.

So when they had finally showed up at your home, using their spare key to let themselves in, they found it in disarray. Clothes scattered in places they shouldn’t be, take out containers littered the floor. They frowned, looking at one another as they made their way to your room.

You could hear their hushed voices, footsteps growing louder as they approached your room. Of course they knocked first, entering in shortly after. It was dark, the blackout curtains drawn closed to drown out the light.

“Sweetheart?” Matt questioned, his body moving toward the bed as Chris trailed behind slightly. You didn’t move, your eyes staring blankly as his frame appeared in front of you.

His hand came out slowly to the cover, pulling it down slight to see your face. You looked pale, the dark bags under your eyes indicating you weren’t getting enough sleep. It broke their hearts.

Chris came up behind you, the bed dipping where he sat down, his hand coming out to rub your back. “Ma what’s wrong?” He asked, the worry laced into his words.

You just shook your head at them, “couldn’t take it anymore — s’too much.” You whispered as your face grew hot. Big tears streaming down your face quickly. “I-I feel so worn down. So d-drained — m’left my j-job.” You sobbed.

Their eyes widened at your words, your tears cascading down your cheeks. Matt laid down In front of you, pulling you to his chest as Chris laid behind you. “Shh — s’okay baby. Why didn’t you tell us?” Matt said as he ran his hand along your hair, the strands tangled slightly.

You shrugged, continuing to cry into his chest. Chris’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to help calm you. “I-I just didn’t — didn’t w-want you guys to b-be concerned.” You whispered between sobs, the tears wetting Matt’s shirt. Your hands fisted in his shirt, holding him close to you as you just broke.

“We’re always going to be concerned about you baby, whether it be for small things or big things. We won’t ever stop worrying about you.” Chris stated, Matt nodding in agreement as he added on to Chris’ words. “You can always tell us if something is bothering you sweetheart — if you’re struggling, because we’ll always be here to help you.”

You nodded your head, knowing their words were true. “I was s-so unhappy there — it became too m-much on my mental health.. and emotional health.” You stated, sniffling as your tears began to stop. Feeling too tired to cry anymore. “Became hard to find time to do anything, hard to t-take care of myself.” You added.

Chris and Matt nodded at your words, holding you in their embraces tighter. It felt good to be held by them, after pushing them away for so many weeks, allowing yourself to somewhat relax after the constant fighting with your brain.

“We’re here now angel. let us take care of you, okay?” Matt whispered against your head as his lips pressed a kiss to your temple.

Chris nodded in agreement, “you don’t have to worry about a thing ma, just let us help you feel better. How about a nice long bubble bath?” He said, squeezing your hip reassuringly.

You nodded your head slowly, allowing them to take over for you, to help you just let go. You felt Chris move behind you, standing up to walk to your connected bathroom. Cupboard doors behind opened and closed as the water began to run, Matt holding you close still as his hands continued to rub soothing circles on you.

Chris walked back into the room, making his way back over to where you and Matt were. He pulled the covers back from you, scooping you up in his arms gently as he pressed a kiss to your head just like Matt did. He walked back to the bathroom, setting you down gently as Matt followed behind.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into the bath okay?” He said softly, tugging your shirt up and over your head. The rest of your clothes following suit as he guided you into the tub, Matt helping where he could.

They sat there near you as you seemed to relax into the warm water, eyes closing momentarily. You somehow knew you were going to be okay, even if it was going to be hard to fix how you were feeling. But, you had two of the most amazing people to help you every step of the way.

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♡ Another A/N : Wrote this while half asleep so if it seems repetitive and such I’m sorry </3

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Be My Doll ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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♡ Bf!Chris x Fem!Gf!Reader

♡ Warnings : slightly suggestive, lingerie, being dressed up like a doll, pet names (doll, ma, baby), nothing else I think?

♡ wc : (I’ll put this later cause I don’t even know LOL)

♡ A/N : idk how I haven’t written for Chris yet. I literally give so many ideas to others but don’t use them cause I wouldn’t wanna copy LOL. I thought of this on my own, idk if there is any similar writing out there of this specific idea.

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Sometimes you weren’t really one for wearing lingerie that often. Feeling too exposed in the thin fabric that covered you, getting a little insecure about the way you looked in them.

But you couldn’t deny how much you loved the way your boyfriend reacted to when you did wear them. Hands all up on you, bending you over any surface he could just because you looked so good. Which lead to your idea of letting him pick out a set from Victoria’s Secret.

You had always loved the idea of having Chris pick your outfits for you, even if you were too nervous to outright ask if he could. But, overtime you grew more confident, wanting to now try out the thought with lingerie sets instead of outfits.

Walking into Chris’ room, a nervous smile tugged at the corner your lips. He sat there at his desk, back of the chair to you as he focused on whatever game he was playing. Feet padding across the floor, you approached him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as your chin rested on top of his head.

A smile broke across his face, pausing his game as he reached a hand up to grip your arm. “Hey ma.” He whispered, grabbing one of your hands and kissing it. You smiled, the feeling of his lips on your hand making you melt. “Hey baby.” You replied, kissing the top of his head in return.

“So,” you started, leaning back to turn him around to face you. “I want to go out somewhere with you today.” You said, grinning.

Chris cocked a brow, “yeah? Where you wanna go? Hm.” His hands coming up to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. “Wanna go to the mall. But it’s a surprise for what we’re going for.” You mumbled quickly, already wanting to go.

He nodded, standing up out of his chair, his hands pulling you close to him as he pecked your cheek. “Go wait for me in the car m’kay?” He said, reaching a hand down to give your ass a light smack. You nodded happily, making your way out his bedroom door and to the garage.

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The mall was packed with people, it being a Saturday afternoon, it made sense. Your hand hurriedly tugged Chris’ as you made your way past people and many different stores. “Doll slow down, why’re you in such a rush?” Chris questioned as you continued to tug him along.

You looked back over your shoulder, “just excited.” You quickly said, finally seeing Victoria’s Secret ahead of you. Continuing to pull him along, you finally stop In front of the store, Chris standing right next to you.

His eyes glanced at the store before they landed on you. “What’re we doin’ here?” He asked, eyebrow raised. You looked at him, your cheeks reddening. “I want you to pick out a set f’me..dress me up.” You mumbled. His eyes went wide, looking back at the store and you again, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Yeah? You wanna be my little doll?” He hummed, pulling you by your hand now into the store. You just nodded your head as he tugged you along.

He stopped at multiple sections. Looking through lace pairs, matte pairs, etc. He already knew your size, having taken off your clothes one too many times to have memorized.

Once he found the pair and color he wanted to put you in, he handed it to you. The Lacey orange set sitting in your palms as he pushed you towards the dressing rooms.

You stepped into one of the rooms, closing the door behind you as Chris waited outside of it. Setting the set down, you started to peel your clothes off, setting them aside neatly as you discarded your bra and panties. Reaching over you grabbed the orange material, slipping it up and over your frame as you admired yourself in the mirror.

But, you had a little trouble putting the top piece on. Cracking the door open slightly you poked your head out. “Baby? I need your help a little.” You whispered, welcoming Chris in as he closed the door.

He stepped in behind you, quickly fastening your top as you faced the mirror. His eyes now on yours and trailing along your body. “Fuck, look at you doll.” He mumbled, hands tracing your sides and up along the curve of your breasts. He absolutely loved how the set looked on you, hugging your curves in all the right places.

You couldn’t help but blush, mumbling a ‘thank you’ under your breath as you watched him practically eye fuck you through the mirror.

One of his hands comes up to push on your back, having you bend forward with your hands against the mirror. “God..I don’t even care if this isn’t bought yet — Gonna fucking ruin you.” He groaned as his other hand fumbled with his pants. Your eyes widening.

well fuck.

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Sorry if this seems rushed LOL. I finished it on my lunch break at work :,)

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WHATT omg thank you 😭🫶🏻

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Dude I just read this (even though I liked it when you posted, I was at work :( ) ANYWAYS. THIS WAS AMAZING. I’m actually tearing up slightly cause omg? We just killed Matt 😭

MATT STURNIOLO

HUSBAND!MATT STURNIOLO X F!WIFE!READER

warnings: this is a complete au - like no youtube, no brothers, no nothing btw!! toxic relationship (like insane), pure obsession - this is all fiction ofc!! id add more warnings to make that statement more understandable, but then it’d give everything away lol (the song is Important!!)

guys this is genuinely like insane so be warned LMAO (ALL FICTION!! remember that)

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a/n: gif creds to @mattsturnioloarchive !! guys i actually cant like i love luvcat so bad (i have a draft of their other song Matador but it isnt finished yet </3) - the song is basically the plot so i definitely recommend listening to it!!

SYNOPSIS: Your husband has been and always will be yours.. forever.

Matthew was yours.. it was obvious.

Ever since you both have gotten married, your feelings towards him have only seemed to heighten. He was always there for you, he was at his happiest when with you. Everyone knew that. At least, that’s what you believed.

On the days Matt needed to attend work were your most boring ones. It might’ve been pathetic to depend on someone so heavily, but, truly, that was the least of your worries. As you lie on your shared bed, your eyes carefully watch the ceiling fan spin around and around and around..

Sitting up instantly once the sound of the front door clicking open echoes through the house, your lips curl up.

Matt was home.

Dashing out of the room, you lean against the wall as you watch your husband sluggishly set down his briefcase, readjusting the black-framed glasses atop his nose. He looks up from the floor and meets your gaze, a soft smile appearing on his pink lips. He licks them before slowly making his way over to you. “Missed you.” Matt mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans forward to hide his nose into your neck.

A quiet chuckle leaves you at the affection. Instinctively, your arms round his shoulders as you hug him closer to you. He was so intoxicating.. he was yours.. yours, yours, yours.

Inhaling as your eyes flutter shut, you relish in the smell of him. A mix of his natural scent and the lingering cologne that he had sprayed on that morning filled your nose, relaxing you further. Your hand mindlessly brushes through the back of his hair, eliciting a soft hum from the man. Just the sound alone made a wave of satisfaction wash over you. He needed you.. needed you, needed you, needed you.

“You need me.” It wafts from your lips like a breeze, blowing away before anyone could hear. Your arms subconsciously tighten around him, eyes opening as you stare forward at the wall a few feet from you.

“Hm?” Matt hums, pulling back slightly. With a shake of your head in response, you let your hands glide down his arms. His eyes possess such love, it was sinful. Wandering eyes meet his as you take him in, forever greedy for his attention. He was a drug to you; something you needed to keep you going, to keep with you forever.

“I made you dinner.” You say, though it was routine by now. You walk towards the kitchen, taking the already made plate out of the microwave where you had kept it warm. You’ve memorized his schedule by now, so you made his food in the perfect time he’d come home to eat it. Besides, it wasn’t like he could say no to you.

You watch the way his lips quiver slightly - as if not enjoying the thought of eating your meal. The gesture was barely noticeable, but you caught it - to you, it was clear. No, this wasn’t right. He’s yours - Matt’s yours. He’d do anything for you.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Matt utters softly, fixing his glasses again before taking a seat at the dinner table. You watch him carefully, studying his body language. With a curt hum and nod, you place the dish in front of him. The bottom of the chair scratches against the floor as you pull it out from under the table. Sitting down, your eyes never leave Matt.

“How was your day?” You ask - routine. Matt lets out an exhale as he picks up his fork, stabbing at the food on his plate before bringing it up to his lips. Your eyes stay on him, needing to see anything he does. You’ve come to terms with the fact his love for you will never equal to yours. You’re obsessed; utterly, truly obsessed. Maybe it was unhealthy, but you didn’t care - you had Matt, what were you to complain about?

Matt swallows, small marks along his lips appearing before going away again. “S’fine.” He murmurs, keeping his gaze on his plate. It was often his mood would switch like this. Coming home, he’s all over you. But now, as he sits and eats your food, Matt acts as if he was being forced to do so. He wasn’t. He wasn’t being forced, you’d never do that. You’d never force -

“Yours?”

You blink. “It was okay.” You reply. You subconsciously pick at your nails as you look at him. “Boring without you.” You add. Your stomach swarms with butterflies as your eyes catch the slight shift of his lips, the ends of them turning up a little. Did he like the thought of you missing him? Noted.

“Um, I was talking to Josh today,” Matt begins, trying to start conversation (maybe to distract you from the way his fork swirls his food around, not eating it - it was obvious). You tilt your head, keeping silent as you let him continue. “He reminded me of my break coming up next week and I thought, maybe, we could go somewhere?” He suggests, glancing over at you. Finally, he’s looking at you. His words make a smile spread on your lips, a warmth spreading through your chest.

“I’d love that, Matt.” You coo, nodding. God, you bathed in the way a soft smile curls on his pink lips. It was addicting. It reminded you of the way he used to smile and giggle at certain things you both would talk about years ago when you had started dating. Oh, how you wish you could bottle those memories up and keep them forever. Forever, forever, forever..

“Good. It’d be nice to.. get away for a bit.” Matt nods, seemingly picking his words carefully. Your eyes glance him over before nodding. You lick over your teeth, swallowing heavily. You inhale deeply, sitting up as you stare at him. Matt notices the change, but doesn’t speak on it. Sometimes it’s better when he kept his mouth shut.

“Finish your food.”

By the time the night had rolled around, you decided to take a shower. Too many thoughts were consuming you - too many, too many.

A soft exhale left you as you step under the warm stream of the water. Shutting your eyes, you let it flow along your body, relaxing your tense limbs. Though, it doesn’t wash away your thoughts - as much as you wish it did. Jumping slightly once you hear the door squeak, your head snaps over to the direction as you wipe the water from your eyes.

“Can I join you?” Matt’s voice sounds above the running water. His figure was distorted through the glass wall, but you nod. He seems to understand as he strips himself from his clothes, glasses already off for the night. As he slides the cold door open, he quickly slots behind you. It wasn’t rare, occurrences like this - but it wasn’t as often as you’d like.

With him beside you, you couldn’t help but notice the way he seems thinner than before. You’ve made him dinner, you’ve kept him fed.. he had no reason to be getting skinnier? Your hand reaches out and gently rests on his stomach, light goosebumps on his skin from being partly out of the warm water, the cold air contrasting it. Your eyes meet his once his large palms cup your cheeks, making you look at him.

“What’s wrong?” Matt coos, his thumb gently caresses your cheekbone. A pit deepens in your stomach at his question. What were you to tell him?

You smile softly. “Nothing.”

That night, you were woken up by the way Matt thrashed against the sheets. Your eyes flutter open as you squint, not yet used to the darkness in the room. You turn on your opposing side, instantly sitting up once you notice the way your husband’s face scrunches up in his sleep, head moving against his soft pillow. Quiet whispers - pleas - of “no, no, no,” fall from his perfect lips. What was he dreaming about?

Your hand gently holds his arm as you softly shake him awake. “Matt.. Matt,” you murmur quietly, not wanting to startle him even more. “Baby, wake up.” You whisper, tightening your grip on his bicep before his eyes snap open. “Hey, hey, relax. It’s alright.” You coo, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to help him lean on you. He lets out a shaky exhale and hesitates at first (an action you were quick to take note of), before he wraps himself in to you, hiding his face in your neck. “What were you dreamin’ about?” You whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair soothingly.

Matt shivered, his nose tickling your skin as he digs his face in further - as if trying to hide in your skin. “C.. Couldn’t leave.” He stammers quietly, voice cutting out either from the memory or from him just waking up. Either way, that was all you could get out of him. Couldn’t leave? Couldn’t leave what? Leave.. leave.. leave..

When you had woken up the next morning, you were alone.

He was just at work. He was at work - Matt was at work.

Your day carried on, occupied with watching the washing machine spin and spin and spin.. until the front door chimes as Matt comes home. Like the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that..

Getting up from your crouched position in front of the machine, your dress straightens out. You decided that today was the day - it was perfect. With that, you also dressed up for the occasion. A nice, long dress sits on you, the light clacking of your heels against the floorboards echoing through the house. You’d done yourself up; you needed this to be special.

“Why’re you so dressed up?” Was the first thing that came out of Matt’s mouth. You quickly dismiss it, waving your hand. The repetitive sound of his briefcase being placed on the floor hits your ears. It was routine, of course.

“No reason.” You reply, glancing over at the kitchen before locking eyes with him again. You notice the way he blinks several times, something clearly bothering him. “Are you okay, honey?” You ask, brows furrowed in concern as you watch him.

Matt shakes his head, rubbing his blue eyes to try and clear his vision. “Yeah, ‘m’fine.” He mumbles. “Just blurry.” He adds. You hum and nod, the skin around his eyes turning a light shade of red from the irritation of his fingers rubbing against it.

“I made you some tea.” You say, moving to the kitchen counter as you pour some into a small glass. “Just relax, sweetheart.” You coo, gliding your hand along his back as you gently bring him to the dinner table again. As soon as he sits, you place the cup in front of him. Your ears immediately pick up the soft, shaky sigh that leaves your husband’s lips. He reaches forward and hooks his finger through the small loop, bringing it up to his mouth. It wasn’t like he could say no to you.. he couldn’t, he couldn’t, couldn’t.

“How was your day?” Praxis.

Matt falters, face scrunching slightly as he blinks. Your head tilts slightly as you watch him, standing before his sitting form. Blue eyes become hidden from his eyelids as he blinks slowly, the glass from his hand slipping as it falls to the floor. The sharp sound reverberates through the room, though you keep your stance.

“Wha.. what was in that?” Matt slurs, hands grasping at the table weakly. He tries to push himself up, standing on shaky legs. His chest heaves as he looks over at you. Every action of his seemed like it took all of his strength as his chipped nails dig into the wood of the dinner table. He inhales a deep, loud breath as he tries to regain his breathing, though it only seems to deplete the more he tried.

“It’s okay, Matt.” You coo softly, walking closer to him. The sound of your heels ring in his ears as he grimaces, body hunched over as he breathes quiveringly. “It’s just us.. forever.” You exhale, lips curling up as you cup his cheeks. Drooping eyes meet yours as the white in his seem to become discolored, a faint red showcasing the irritation happening. His lips are parted as he heaves, hands now located on your hips as he fingers harshly dig in to your skin through your dress.

Matt shakes his head - well, as much as he can with such weak movements. He lets out a choked sound, a dry swallow following. “No.. no,” he mumbles. “Can’t leave.” He whispers, his words from last night repeating in your head. Your jaw clenches as your hands glide back, wrapping your arms around Matt’s shoulders.

“Shh, baby,” you murmur, slowly starting to move. The movements were slow, not correlated. You hum softly, eyes fluttering shut as you take gentle steps with Matt. The sound of music begins as it takes over your mind, adding to the poetic scenery.

Hand in hand, you dance with him as you take slow, deliberate steps. You hum along, shoes clicking against the floor as you move with the remaining life of your husband. You didn’t care for the sounds of the washing machine anymore, or the ceiling fan - or Matt’s head aches, or his dreams. He’s happiest with you.. with you, with you..

“No one will love you like I do.” The whisper falls from your lips quietly, but it rings in Matt’s ears. You inhale deeply, soaking in the situation as you spend the last few minutes with your husband. “You’re my man.” My man, my man.. mine, mine..

“You wanted to go somewhere, Matt.” You say, still slow dancing with him. His body, though clinging to you, only weakens as minutes pass by. “I’ll take you there.” You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his. “It’s just us.. just us. Forever.” You whisper, lips curling up.

“Forever.” Matt breathes, his grasp on you slowly loosening.

Your grin widens as you nod. The music increases, louder and louder as Matt begins to fall. You follow with him, keeping your arms around him as he collapses. “To hell and back.” You promise, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

As his head rolls to the side, eyes still open, the music fades. It’s done - over. He’s with you forever.. forever, forever.

“Me and my man.”

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Moonlight Tears ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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♡ Sweet!Bf!Matt x Sad!Gf!Reader

♡ Warnings : some crying, other than that it’s fluff

♡ wc : 637

♡ A/N : I literally need Matt to just hold me at least once while I’m crying. I feel like he would be so sweet and understanding and so comforting because he hates seeing his girl cry.

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It was way past the time you normally were asleep by. Tossing and turning in bed while Matt slept soundly next to you, your movement not causing him to stir much.

As you flopped over one last time, you read the clock. 3:15am. You sighed turning over onto your back, staring at the ceiling as you felt your mind move rapidly through many different thoughts.

Normally you would’ve been asleep by now, cuddling up against Matt as your soft snores echoed in the room. But tonight was not that night. Your stressed mind caused you to stay awake, dark thoughts swirling in your brain as you tried your best to shut them down.

Sighing, you felt your face begin to grow hot as your throat closed. Tears rolling down your face as you turned over to face away from Matt, muffling your sobs as to not alarm him.

To no avail, Matt stirred. His body shifting as he groaned softly, head lifting from the pillow to figure out why you were so far away from him on the bed. And that’s when he saw the light shakes of your body.

He frowned, turning to face you fully in bed on his side. Scooting closer, his arm wrapped around your middle, pulling your back closer to his frame as your tears continued to roll down your cheeks. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He questioned, hand rubbing soothingly over your stomach.

You shook your head, trying to escape his grasp but he wouldn’t let go. “I-I’m just — having a h-hard time sleeping.” You choked out quietly, “too many t-thoughts.”

Matt knew that you struggled with depression, anxiety too. Your mind keeping you from enjoying so many things that you once enjoyed. His hand on your stomach moved to your hip, slowly turning you over to face him now.

His other hand came up to your face, stroking his thumb along your cheek, wiping the tears. “Everything will be okay angel, just focus on my heartbeat, okay?” He whispered, pulling your head against his chest as he rubbed soothing motions on your back.

Your face buried in his chest, your cries slowed, only slight sniffles being heard. His heart was slow, the rhythmic thumps soothing your whirlwind of a mind. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to breath, talking to you as if you were such a fragile being.

You didn’t mind. Eyes closed as your mind started to calm itself, arms wrapping around matt in return. You took a deep breath, body going lax against his as he continued to whisper calming words to you.

Once you felt you were okay enough, you pulled back slightly, tilting your head up to look at him. His blue eyes already looking down at you, you smiled weakly. “Thank you Matt — m’sorry for waking you.” Your voice was quiet as you mumbled the words past your lips.

He shook his head, “no, no we’re not Gonna do that,” he said firmly but gentle, his hand coming up to cup your face. “I’m always here for you. You could wake me up even if I’m fucking exhausted, and I wouldn’t hesitate to help you.” He deadpanned, a smile tugging at his lips.

You smiled back, nodding your head in understanding because you knew he was right, despite how much you wanted to argue back.

“Good.” He whispered, pulling you back into his chest. “Now get some sleep okay? I’ll be right here in the morning. M’not letting you go.” He mumbled, head coming to rest on top of your own.

You nodded, tipping your head up quickly to peck his neck before snuggling deep into his chest. Your eyes growing heavy as you were finally able to fall asleep, Matt’s arms feeling like a safe haven — like your own comfort home.

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╰┈➤. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 @strnilolover !

જ⁀➴ oh well I’m so sorry, I’m not gonna interrupt you now during work and hope you have a great day tho ❗️ 💋

It’s okay! I’m on my lunch break so I’ll be active for a little bit 🫶🏻 but thank you!! I hope you have an amazing day too!

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╰┈➤. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 @strnilolover !

જ⁀➴ HELLOO! hru doing todayyy?? 💋

Hiiii!! I’m doing good! Currently at work so I can’t check my phone as much. But how are you??

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Hiii, I never rlly make reqs so if this sounds weird or smth please don't mind it lmfao but could you do a matt fic where he basically does the sleep stream thing they were talking about and he wakes up hard (as nick said) and he touches himself but he forgot that he was still streaming? If not that's completely fine, you do you <33

YESSSS. I’ve literally been thinking about this non-stop since it was said LOL. I can definitely try to write it! I’m not the best at writing smut and such, but this’ll give me practice <3

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GIRL YOURE SO ACTIVE I LOVE IT??

I need Spencer neow. Honestly need EVERYONE you write about neow.

SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X F!BAU!READER

warnings: SMUT, brat!sub!spencer/softdom!reader, needy!spencer

a/n: requested! first spencer fic :))!! still bad at hc’s </3 - i’ll have better spencer fics out i swear 😭 this is bbaddd!! also three fics in one day?? who am i

SYNOPSIS: headcannons of brat!spencer & softdom!reader !!

tags!: none yet cause idk who wants to be!

— ➳ brat!spencer who.. loves to talk back to you. whether it be about a case you and the team were working on or just in general.

“if the unsub targets blondes then maybe it stems from past rel — ” you start, gesturing with your hands as you glance from each team member.

“actually,” spencer starts, index finger pointing forward to gain attention. this was a usual reoccurrence, but the look in his eyes.. he did it on purpose.

— ➸ softdom!reader who.. is as patient as possible with spencer, even when he’s acting out.

— ➳ brat!spencer who.. gives you attitude on purpose, practically asking for a punishment.

“spencer, can you grab that for me?” you ask, reaching your hand out as you keep your gaze on the file before you. your eyes scan the paper, rereading every detail listed.

“no, ‘m’busy.” he replies, long fingers gliding over his own paper as he reads abnormally fast. your head snaps over to him, analyzing his behavior. spencer’s been acting like a brat the entire day - giving you attitude, ignoring you, whatever he knows will set you off. that was your last straw.

making your way over to him, your fingers grasp his chin to make him look up at you as he stays seated in his chair. brown, doe eyes lock with yours, the angle only feeding the faux innocence radiating from him.

“fix your attitude, spencer. you’re asking to be punished.”

— ➸ softdom!reader who.. treats spencer with tolerance until things move to more private places.

— ➳ brat!spencer who.. nags you when wanting attention.

“spencer, not right now.” you mumble, your pen moving along the paper smoothly as you write. there was a deadline for this report and you needed to get it done by tomorrow morning.. but, of course, spencer just so happens to have absolutely nothing to do (for once).

“no,” he whines, digging his face into your neck as he presses wet kisses to the skin. “want you now.” he mumbles, soft lips brushing against you. it was pathetic how tempting he was, even like this - needy.

your opposite hand reaches up to move into his hair, tugging slightly to bring him back. spencer whimpers as his lips part, a shaky exhale leaving them. his eyes meet yours, pure lust swirling in his dark irises.

“behave.”

— ➸ softdom!reader who.. can read spencer like the back of your hand, especially when he’s needy.

— ➳ brat!spencer who.. claims to be unable to take you overstimulating him, but he doesn’t even think about wanting you to stop.

“i.. i can’t!” spencer whimpers, though does nothing to pull away from your grasp. if anything, his hips buck up into your fist, a guttural moan leaving his lips at the action.

“yes, you can.” you hum, still moving your hand along him. his dick was sensitive, as was his entire body - it was obvious. but the way he reacted to your touch was just so addicting. your free hand moves up to gently make spencer nod his head.

“mm.. i can. f.. yes! i can!” spencer moans.

— ➸ softdom!reader who.. secretly loves when spencer acts out just so you can remind him who’s in charge.

the explicit sounds of skin slapping skin echoes through spencer’s bedroom, alerting anyone that could hear what was happening. your nails dig harshly into his shoulders as he whines, eyes scrunched tight beneath fogged glasses.

“such a fucking brat.” you spit, your hips relentless as you move atop him. “you’re being so good f’me now, spence.” you exhale, a soft moan leaving your lips as he only seems to fit deeper inside you. spencer whines at your words, biting his bottom lip as he pants. babbles leave his lips - for once, unable to form coherent sentences.

“i’m good.. m’good, m’good, m’good.”

— ➳ brat!spencer who.. loves eating you out, despite not wanting to follow your rules.

moaning into you, spencer’s tongue explores your most sensitive parts as he eats you out like a man starved. it was borderline animalistic the way he does it - sloppy and messy, unusual to his normal routine, maybe he was just extra needy tonight.

“y’taste so good.” he mumbles into you, whether the words were to you or himself. a moan escapes your throat as he envelops your clit, sucking on the bud as he looks up at you, a curl to his lips. fuck, he looked sinful.

— ➸ softdom!reader who.. praises spencer for the smallest thing just to get a reaction out of him.

you nod as you listen to your boyfriend, absorbing the information he was spewing about the case you guys were currently working on. mentally noting down important aspects, you give him a sweet smile once spencer finishes his rambling.

“thank you, spence. you did so good.” you tell him, picking up a few files. your lips turn up once you hear him sputter, a cough following from his throat. glancing over at him, you smirk.

“did i say something wrong?”

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Masterlist!

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✧˚ Matt Sturniolo

- ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Keep Me Afloat ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

- ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Moonlight Tears ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

- ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Pinks and Cherries ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

- Older

- A Thousand Years

- Rosyln

- Rough Day

✧˚ Chris Sturniolo

- ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Keep Me Afloat ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

- ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Be My Doll ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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✧˚ Chris Sturniolo

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@her-favorite | @sluttybitchformattsturniolo | @hearts4werka | @matttttiee | @weirdratperson

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Pinks and Cherries ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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♡ Bf!Matt x Gf!Reader

♡ Warnings : None! Just fluff and some pet names (Baby, Sweetheart, Angel)

♡ wc : 841

♡ A/N : I’ve been watching Matt and Chris stream too much, so I figured I’d make something based off of playing Minecraft with Matt.

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It always excited you whenever Matt and Chris would play games with one another on stream for their fans. Getting to sit next to them or on Matt’s lap while they played because you just loved watching.

Though you had expressed to Matt many times about wanting to play Minecraft with him, seeing all the different biomes and mods that could be added while playing on a pc. Especially the cherry blossom biome which sparked your interest quickly when you saw how pretty it was. But, you didn’t have a pc of your own to play on, which resulted in watching games rather than playing them.

That had led to this moment now, Matt covering your eyes while he led you into his bed room quickly. His soft laughs filling your ears.

“Matt, what is this all about?” You questioned softly, your own giggles slipping out at the anticipation of what he was guiding you to.

He shushed you, feet shuffling as he moved himself in front of you. “You’ll see sweetheart, just hold on.” He said, fumbling with his bedroom handle while his other hand still covered your eyes, pushing the door open.

You sighed playfully, letting him guide you through the door, closing it with a soft click. “Did you do something? Please don’t let it be something silly.” You stated, the smile growing more across your features.

He silently shook his head, even if you couldn’t see it. “No, no just,” he mumbled removing his hand from your eyes, “open your eyes.” He whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times from the lack of light. Once they adjusted, your mouth opened agape. There in front of you next to Matt’s desk, was a whole other pc set up, soft white and pink contrasting his black and grey.

You spun to him, eyes practically bulging out of your head. “Wha- Matt you didn’t!” You squealed, body barreling into his as your arms wrapped around his middle.

He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you in return. “You’ve been talking so much about wanting to play games with me,” he muttered against your head, “so I wanted to do somethin’ special for my girl.”

You pulled away, the smile still gracing your lips as you turned back around to the pc. Pulling the chair out, you sit down, looking back at Matt. “Can we — can we play Minecraft now?..” your voice dripping with sweetness. He couldn’t say no to you.

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The game session was well into an hour or more, Matt sitting right next to you at his own desk. You had bought - Matt had bought - some skins to use, wanting your character to look cute. Already having slipping into the rolls of who was going to be doing what so naturally.

Matt did the mining, while protecting you from any of the mobs that were trying to attack you. And you did the building, while making sure you had animals and a farm.

Though you were a little bummed, not having found a cherry blossom biome yet like you had hoped for. Matt took notice to it, “baby, why don’t we go on an adventure, yeah?” He questioned, his head turning to you.

You nodded, smiling at him as you gathered necessary things in the game before setting off. Matt took the lead, making sure you were safe and exploring different areas you hadn’t been to before. As you guys were walking through a birch forest, something pink caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. And you had never turned faster in any game in your life, sprinting toward it.

“Matt! Baby — look I found a cherry blossom biome!” You squealed, eyes frantically darting around the screen as you got closer to the trees. It was even better looking while playing than the pictures, you were absolutely mesmerized.

Once you entered the biome, Matt right on your tail, you stopped. Spinning around to take in the surroundings. “I told you, you would find one angel.” Matt said from next to you, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

You smiled more, moving your character to break the flowers on the floor, then moving to chop some of the trees. Making sure to collect all the saplings that fell to take back home. Once you felt satisfied enough, you and Matt ventured back. Taking the saplings you collected and planting them around your home, making your own cherry blossom grove.

You couldn’t have asked for a better present, turning to Matt in your chair, you leaned toward him. Your hands reaching out to grab his face, turning it to you and pressing your lips to his. Pulling away you looked at him, “thank you baby — I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” You whispered, smiling.

He grinned back, “only the best for my angel, yeah?” He whispered back, taking your face into his hands and kissing you once more.

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AHH YOU DID IT AGAIN. I EAT THIS SHIT UP EVERYTIME YOU POST, PLS NEVER STOPPPP I LOVE THIS SM 🤲🏻🤍

“I LOVE THIS SHIT!” - Matt

MADISON BEER

CHEERLEADER!MADISON BEER X F!NERD!READER

warnings: suggestive (no smut - i was too lazy), cocky/popular!madison, mads kinda reminds me of jennifer from jennifer’s body in this but cheerleader!mads kinda gives that vibe off to me tbh - this is kinda like filler to me yk?? like idk LMAO this isnt anything special

wc: 2,036 - i feel like i havent written in forever (besides the nessa fic) so im slowly getting back into it </3

a/n: this is actually inspired by my own bot i made lmao - gif creds to @madisonbeersource !! <3 - writing this made me realize that i love the popular x nerd trope where the popular person protects the nerd like omg..

SYNOPSIS: Madison loves when you wear your glasses..

tags!: @mattybsgroupie @chrissv4mp @marvelwomenarehot0 @cuntymilaa @lizzymacdonald06 @lizzymacdonald06 @mseilishmwah @loving1dsworld @emotionalblues @gayasfuc @sourtimesss @mattsdirtylittlehoe @y0urval3ntine @pinksturniolo @blahbel668 @x0x0bunny @watercolorskyy @riversandwinds @chrisbesitos @fratbrochrisgf @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @guysimgay164 @pr3ttyf4wn @ncm9696 @gabri3la-sturns

By the time the last buzzer went off, you had finished your book.

Football was the least of your worries - if anything, you didn’t care for it. What you did care for was the cheerleaders.. and it was obvious why.

Madison Beer - the most popular girl in school - was your girlfriend. Every night there was a game, you’d accompany the bleachers to watch her perform while incessant yelling and chatter sounded from around you. Despite hating the scenery and the busy place, there wasn’t one thing you wouldn’t do for that girl.

Your eyes squint slightly as you try to find her in the midst of all the other cheerleaders hollering in victory. You sit up slightly once you do, the back of her facing you with her long brown hair sliding down her body. The other students around you cheered and yelled, but the only thing you were focused on was her.

As Madison turns around, the smile on her pink lips widen once she meets your eye. With a wave of her pom-pom, she calls you over. It was faint (especially over the noise of the football team), but you could just barely make out a, “Y/N! C’mere!”

Your eyes widen at the attention, sparing a glance around you to make sure no one was paying attention. Tightening your grip on your book, you quickly dash down the cold bleachers, away from the rowdy crowd. Keeping your gaze on the ground, you make your way closer to your girlfriend.

Madison was the Queen Bee at your school, it was obvious. So, when she had asked you out (which was a shock in itself), you were even more surprised when you figured out how much she loves to flaunt you. Madison knows how much you like to blend into the background, but she doesn’t allow that - she wants everyone to know you’re her girl, no one else’s. Thankfully, with being her girlfriend, none of the jocks had anything to say to either of you. It was difficult expressing yourself, no less with the most popular girl in school. But Madison embraced it, she liked everyone knowing that she had a girlfriend - if anything, it was inspiring.

The wind gets knocked out of you as soon as Madison crashes into you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. She squeals, smiling widely as she practically picks you up. Her pom-pom’s had fallen somewhere along the way, but that was the last thing she was focused on. “We won!” Madison exclaims, squeezing your hips as she looks down at you. Her enthusiasm was contagious as a smile overtakes your lips, a small laugh leaving them.

You nod, humming. “Yeah, you did.” You mumble, pursing your lips. Despite dating Madison for months now, she never failed to make you nervous. Her beauty was striking, of course - but it was more than that. The way she held herself, she was so confident, she knew who she was.. it’s.. hot. And you hated to admit that to yourself because you’ve never been so attracted to someone before, especially another student. When you had realized how deep you were into your feelings for Madison, it was like a wake up call. You’re in love with Madison Beer.. you’re in love with Madison. Beer.

It was often that the team and cheerleaders went out to eat after a win like this. Despite not being apart of either, Madison always dragged you with her. If you were completely honest, you hated it. The football players were all so cocky, you practically drowned in their arrogance. The cheerleaders weren’t too bad, but they tended to treat you like a ghost - though, maybe that was for the better.. it was also a likely probability because Madison liked to show others you were hers.

“How’d I look out there?” Madison smirks, biting her bottom lip as she locks eyes with you. Questions like these are all apart of her game: to tease you. It was easy to fluster you, especially when it was Madison doing so. Her hands squeeze your hips again, her tongue licking over her top teeth. She pulls you close to her, bodies touching as she solely focuses on you. Though, your eyes quickly flit around, embarrassment filling your system as she holds you in front of practically the entire school.

“You.. You looked really good, Mads.” You stammer, looking up at her again. Madison’s smile widens at your response, satisfied with your flustered state. Her hands slide down, grazing the top of your ass over your pants. The action made your eyes widen as your breath hitches. Madison loved PDA, no matter where she was. Of course, she wouldn’t do it had you not been comfortable, but something about the way you get so embarrassed was too cute to her.

“Relax, baby, everyone’s watching the guys.” She says, her words reassuring but her tone teasing. Just to add to it, her hands glide down slightly to squeeze your ass. Eliciting a sharp gasp from you, it results in your body pushing in to hers - not that Madison was complaining. She giggles, dark brown eyes watching you closely as you glance around to make sure no one else was spectating on the two of you. “No one’s looking, princess.” She hums, tilting her head slightly as her hair slides over her shoulder.

“Oh! Since we won,” damn, you were hoping they forgot. “We’re gonna go to the Diner again.” Madison tells you, rocking up on her feet a few times before stopping. It was clear her adrenaline was still high, the need to socialize and have fun at the top of her mind. Besides, when were you ever able to actually say no to her? “Pleeease, it’ll be fun!” Madison whines, dramatically pouting her bottom lip out for effect.

With an eye roll from you, your lips curl up. “Fine.” You mumble, a quiet chuckle leaving your mouth once Madison smiles and cheers. She was at her highest energy like this, but you loved it - there wasn’t a single thing you wouldn’t do to see her happy like this.

“Good!” Madison chirps, her hands having already traveled back up to your hips as she gives them a soft squeeze. “You’ll have me.” She adds on, her voice turning soft as she reassures you. Despite being social and loving her popularity, Madison never overlooked your own worries. She never pushed you, even if she wanted to. As soon as you just look like you want to leave somewhere, she takes your hand and drags you out of the place, not even saying a goodbye to the person that had invited her, too focused on getting her girl out of the stressful situation.

“C’mon, everyone’s leaving already.” Madison says, taking your hand as she darts across the field and towards the parking lot. Some of the jocks walked with their girlfriends (mostly cheerleaders) under their arm, while other cheerleaders walked arm in arm with each other, single football players also moving together. You and Madison walked hand in hand towards the lot, the chatter from the group filling the air. The sun was a little past the beginning of setting as the once warm air started to cool down, a chill breeze blowing past everyone’s skin.

“There you guys are!” One of the players exclaims, a smirk on his face. He looks over at you two, your gaze too embarrassed to meet his eye. “We were startin’ to think you guys ditched us.” The guy teases, chuckling. Some of the other teammates said something in agreement, earning a scoff from your girlfriend.

“Shut up, Brad.” Madison sneers. “At least I have a girlfriend.” She rebuttals, her lips curling up at the playful ‘ooo’s!’ going around from the group. All of it was harmless at the end of the day - if anything, it was amusing. Brad gawks as Madison hums, sending him a teasing wink as she parts from the group and towards her car. “See you guys at the diner!” She calls out as everyone disperses, getting into their own cars.

Madison’s hand never leaves yours as you follow her. “I can drive if you want me to.” You suggest, nibbling at your bottom lip as you await her reply. You knew Madison was high on the energy right now, but you also knew that exhaustion would hit her soon enough.

She glances back at you. “You sure, babygirl?” She hums, fishing her keys from her small bag that she had taken with her before you guys had left the field. With a nod in response, Madison smirks. “Okay.. then, drive us, sweetheart.” She hands you the keys with a small giggle, rounding the car as she hops into the passenger side.

Her words and chuckle make your stomach flip. It was almost pathetic the way she affected you. You were seated in the palm of her hand and she knew it. Joining her, you take your seat in the driver’s side, turning the car on as the engine and radio come to life. Reaching for your glasses case, you snap it open and slide them on. It was getting dark outside, so you knew you’d end up needing them. Backing out, you make your way on to the road as you follow behind Madison’s friends all the way to the diner.

“I love watching you drive.” Madison hums, cutting the silence off. Her words make you blink, before sparing a glance over at her before back at the road ahead of you.

“I - really? Why?” You stammer, confused. Even just the littlest things worked you up, and it was all Madison’s fault. She knew that.

Madison watches you with a smirk, leaning on her side as she completely faces you. “I don’t know.” Liar. “Y’look hot with your glasses on.” She says directly. Madison was a blunt person, but an even blunter girlfriend.

Replying with a stuttered response, your hands subconsciously tighten on the wheel. Swallowing dryly, you can’t stop the way heat flows through your body. Madison had some sort of control over you - no, she had all of the control over you; it’s almost concerning. And it was obvious how much Madison was loving this.

“You getting nervous, babygirl?” She teases, her plump pink lips curled up in her signature smirk. Fuck, it was hot.. it could’ve made you crash the car.

“Mads, you can’t do this right now.” You whine, jaw clenching as you tried to keep your composure. Madison chuckles quietly, licking her lips as she watches you intently. It’s like you knew exactly the reaction she wanted - she knew how to push all of your buttons just right.

“Why not?” She taunts, cocking her head to the side. Her brown eyes watch your every movement, focused on the way you try your best to pay all of your attention to the road ahead of you. She has to bite her bottom lip to hold back a chuckle once you let out a shaky exhale.

“Cause y - ” you cut yourself off with a frustrated sigh. You knew that Madison was aware why, yet you fell into her trap so easily. “Cause you can’t just.. get me all worked up before we go eat with your friends.” You reply, nails digging into the rubber on your steering wheel.

Madison chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully. “We’re already almost there, sugar.” She says, pouting her lips. Her words were a clear invitation and they made your eyes widen as your heartbeat picked up.

“Madison!” You exclaim quietly, your thighs instinctively clenching together. She knew how to rile you up, that was the entire point. The girl smirks, looking you over.

“Come on, Y/N.” She murmurs, her voice low and seductive. Her eyes watched the way your body reacted to her as her lips turn upwards.

“You’re trying to kill me.” You breathe, whether it was to her or yourself. Madison giggles, her hand reaching forward and resting on your thigh.

“You’ll be fine, babygirl.”

By the time you both had made it to the diner, you were screwed.. literally.

[strnilolover]

Welcome To My Blog!

✧˚ 18 ✧˚She/Her ✧˚Matt Girl ✧˚Bi ✧˚

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A little bit about me!

✧˚I’ve been watching the triplets for a little over a year!

✧˚My favorite colors are purple/black.

✧˚I love reading books! My favorite genre is romance.

✧˚I don’t really have any “favorite” music artists. But I do listen to Billie Eilish, Chase Atlantic, and Frank Ocean the most.

✧˚I love watching the Sturniolo Triplets (obviously), Sam and Colby, DanTDM, and Markiplier. They’re all my comfort YouTubers.

✧˚I love writing (obviously) but I’m still practicing!

✧˚Fall is my favorite season! Cozy sweaters, cozy blankets, hot coco with my nose buried in a book. And obviously Halloween!!

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Even though i am 18, I am not an 18+ blog because I don’t really write smut (not saying I won’t). I also cannot control what people consume on the internet.

I also do not condone hate, harassment, homophobia, racist or sexist behaviors of any kind.

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