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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTY2cC52T/

Reader would soooo send this to Vet!Chris

AHA YES SHE DEFINITELY WOULD

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https://www.tumblr.com/strnilolover/767801196496961536/heyyyy-angel-how-are-you-ml-alsoo-its-been?source=share

yeah it is sooo pretty i give you that,but im doing good actually just studying a lot.😭🙏��

whatcha studying?? and is it boring?

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HEYYYY ANGEL!! how are you ml? alsoo it's been snowing for mee it's soo beautiful🥹🩷🫶🏼

HIIII LOVE i’m okay! it’s cold and i’m waiting for my third bus to get on to go to work

I WANT IT TO SNOW WHERE I AM DAMMIT even if i’m not the biggest fan of the cold i want snow cause it’s so PRETTY

how are you though?? <3

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Matt and Chris taking care of adhd!reader when she’s rlly active and bouncy and they struggle as she’s not listening

Matt …

Matt loved your energy — on most days, it was one of his favorite things about you. You could make even the dullest moments feel exciting. But tonight? Tonight was on a whole new level. It was like you’d had five shots of espresso and the energy of an entire marching band.

“Babe,” Matt called softly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you dart from one corner of the room to the other. You were currently reorganizing the spice rack for the third time, narrating your choices like a dramatic cooking show host.

“Paprika here, cinnamon there… Matt, do you even know how much cinnamon we have? So much cinnamon! Wait — oh my god, do we have nutmeg? We do, right? Should I bake something? Cookies! Cookies sound amazing. Do you want cookies? I’m gonna bake cookies.” you rambled as your hands searched the rack for said nutmeg.

Matt leaned against the counter, arms crossed, trying not to laugh. “Sweetheart, it’s 11 PM. The cookies can wait until tomorrow.” he said, hoping to try and redirect you from the chaos you were creating in the midst of trying to “rearrange things”.

“Tomorrow? No! Tomorrow is just… future today. We don’t wait for future today! That’s boring.” You bounced on your toes, spinning to face him, your hands gesturing wildly.

Matt stepped forward before you could bolt again, gently catching you by the waist. His touch was firm but light. “Hey, hey. Slow down for a second, alright? Look at me.” Your eyes flicked to his, wide and sparkling with excitement. “Okay, I’m looking, but you’ve got two seconds. Two seconds, that’s all you get.” you said, already itching to make the cookies you were talking about.

Matt chuckled, taking you and guiding you toward the couch. “Deal. Two seconds. Let’s just sit down for a minute, yeah?” You pouted but let him lead you, your hands still fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie. “But I’m not tired, Matt. I need to do something.” you stated, his hands guiding you to sit down.

“I know, babe. I know. But you’re running in circles, and you’re gonna burn yourself out,” he said gently, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face as you reluctantly sat. “Here’s the plan: We’re gonna breathe. Just breathe with me for a second.” He exaggerated a slow inhale and exhale, making it impossible not to copy him.

After a few rounds, Matt turned on your favorite show, one you always found comforting and familiar. “Let’s watch this for a bit. If you’re still bouncing after one episode, then we’ll bake cookies. Sound good?”

You hesitated, your body practically vibrating with pent-up energy. But the way Matt looked at you — calm, patient, and just a little tired — made you soften. “Fine.“

He smiled, draping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close. He kissed your temple as you fidgeted with the blanket.

By the time the episode ended, your head was resting on his shoulder, your eyes drooping shut. Matt glanced down, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Guess the cookies can wait after all,” he whispered to himself, pulling the blanket up over you and turning the TV off. He stayed there with you, his own eyes drifting shut.

Chris …

Chris isn’t as naturally patient as Matt. He loved you, of course, but when you got in one of your super active, can’t-sit-still moods, it was like wrangling a hyper puppy — and Chris was not good at wrangling.

“Angel, please just sit down for a second,” Chris groaned, watching you dart around the living room. You were carrying random knickknacks, moving them from one shelf to another like some sort of chaotic interior decorator.

“But I have so much to do,” you sang, spinning in place as you inspected a framed photo. “Do you think this would look better here? Or — oh my god, wait. What if we moved the couch? Do you think we should rearrange the whole living room?” Chris blinked at you, jaw slack. “The whole living room? It’s almost midnight, babe.” he muttered, his hand rubbing his temple.

“Exactly! That’s the perfect time. It’s quiet. No distractions. We can focus!” You clapped your hands, already eyeing the furniture. Chris groaned, running a hand down his face now. “You’re killing me, darling. Killing me.”

But you weren’t listening anymore, your mind already racing to the next task. Chris watched as you buzzed around the room, trying not to smile despite his frustration. You were too cute for your own good.

Finally, he sighed, stepping forward and scooping you up mid-spin. You let out a squeal as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Chris!” you laughed, kicking your legs. “Put me down! I’m busy!”

“Nope,” he said simply, carrying you over to the couch. He plopped down, keeping you firmly in his lap and wrapping his arms around you like a human seatbelt. “You’re staying right here, angel.”

You squirmed, trying to wriggle free. “You’re so mean! I was just trying to be productive!” Chris smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Maybe. But you’re running around like a maniac, and you need to chill. So, congratulations, you’re officially stuck with me.”

You huffed, your pout still in place as you leaned back against his chest. For a while, you fidgeted with the strings of your hoodie, your fingers tapping against his leg. “Fine. But I’m still thinking about where to put that picture frame.”

Chris chuckled, letting his head rest against yours. “Of course you are.” He paused, an idea lighting up his face. “Alright, here’s the deal: Tomorrow, we’ll rearrange the living room together. But right now, we’re chilling.”

Your pout softened into a small smile as you tilted your head to look up at him. “You’d really help me?”

Chris grinned, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Always, angel. Even if it means moving the couch ten times until it’s perfect.” You beamed at him, and Chris swore it made the late-night chaos worth it.

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[strnilolover]

https://www.tumblr.com/strnilolover/767797795131359232/babyyy-hi-ml-how-are-you

I hope works goes better for you🖤 I’m good but I’m soo sore I just got back from the gym😭

THE GYM? girl i never go to the gym, i don’t have any motivation to lmao 😭

ILL COME GIVE YOU A MASSAGE 🤪

[strnilolover]

BABYYY!! Hi ml how are you?

BRII SWEETHEART

i’m okay, i’m waiting for the bus rn to go to work again. i’m tired and hoping we get more ppl today compared to the 1 person yesterday in the FOUR HOURS I WAS THERE 😭

How are you tho?

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heyy! I was wondering how people add small photos of the triplets when they write stories and if you know how! lmao sorry to be a bother! (on a laptop)

like how my introduction post is with the photos next to each other at the top??

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https://www.tumblr.com/strnilolover/767795352599478272/hello-beautiful-hru-todayy

I’m so sad to heart that honey and I hope you have a good day at work today !! 💗 I’m good just chilling in my room and trying to think of an idea for fluff to write for Chris for nnn 😔

thank you sm :( yesterday we literally only had 1 person the whole 4 hours i was there so i was like severely under-stimulated and growing irritated 😭

i hope today isn’t as bad (i wish i was still in my bed)

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okay i have a few thing in my inbox i’m gonna work on while i’m on the bus to go to work. leave some requests if you’d like and i’m gonna try to work on them!! whether that be for any of my au’s (ex. player chris and ditsy reader, adhd reader, vampire matt and human reader, baker matt, vet chris, prince matt and maid reader) or just random little asks about any of them!!

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i hugged my crush TWICE this week

TWICE?? girl if only i could hug matt that many times ☹️

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MY MAN IS COMING OVER SATURDAY!! (he's not my man yet but he will be soon)

OOO GIRL GET UR MAN 😝

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HELLO BEAUTIFUL 💗 HRU TODAYY ??

HI HONEY, i’m tired and don’t wanna go to work but i have to ☹️

how are you?

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Vet!Chris taking you to an animal café and he has a little bit of a hard time getting you to leave …

Chris glanced at his watch, then at you, sprawled across the floor with a calico cat purring in your lap. “Alright, baby,” he said softly, crouching down next to you. “We’ve been here for two hours. I think it’s time we head out.” he states.

You didn’t even look up at him. Your fingers scratched gently behind the cat’s ears, earning a contented trill from the feline. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled, clearly enraptured by the small sea of animals around you. A golden retriever had settled at your feet, while a tiny rabbit hopped curiously near your hand.

Chris sighed, trying to hide his smile. He’d taken you to the animal café as a way to unwind after your stressful week, but he didn’t anticipate just how hard it’d be to pull you away. Not that he blamed you — seeing you so happy, your face lit up with childlike wonder, made it impossible for him to be annoyed.

Still, he had a schedule to keep. “Sweetheart, the café closes in fifteen minutes. You know we can’t just move in, right?” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world — which it was.

You finally glanced up, your lower lip sticking out in a dramatic pout. “But Chris, look at them!” you gestured around at the assortment of animals, your voice full of longing. “They need love and cuddles! What if they miss me when I leave?” you whined, already feeling your chest tighten with the fact you had to leave them for the day.

He chuckled, reaching out to boop your nose gently. “I think they’ll survive, babe. Besides, don’t I give you enough cuddles at home?” You gave him a teasing look. “Not nearly as fluffy, though.”

Chris’ hand came up to his heart, like you had punched it. “Rude,” Chris shot back, feigning offense. “You’re hurting my feelings, baby.”

You giggled but stayed rooted in place, your hand now occupied by a curious kitten batting at your bracelet. Chris leaned back on his heels, watching you with an affectionate smile. “Okay, what if I make you a deal? We can come back next week, and I’ll buy you that strawberry boba you like on the way home. But only if we leave before the staff has to drag us out.”

You perked up at his offer, your lips twitching into a grin. “Promise?” he nodded his head, “I promise.” he said, placing a hand over his chest.

Reluctantly, you scooped up the calico cat one last time, giving it a soft kiss on its tiny nose. “Okay, but I’m holding you to that boba and next week’s visit.” you said, placing the kitty down as your hands reached out for Chris.

As he helped you to your feet, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well come back as much as you like, i promise. And of course i wouldn’t go back on my word, you know that baby.” he said, walking toward the doors as you gave a quick smile and wave to the workers.

“Yeah, i know..” you muttered, still a little bummed that you had to leave. Chris noticed, pressing another kiss to your temple as he held the door open for you.

“You know i love you, yeah?” he said, pulling his keys out and unlocking the car as he opened the passenger door for you. And you looked at him, smiling.

“I know.” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips before situating yourself in the seat.

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LITTLE VET CHRIS BLURB. MY SWEET BABY 🥹

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I have a little snow, it's snowing currently but it's melting🥲

IT RARELY EVER SNOWS WHERE I AM. all we’ve gotten are stupid ice storms ☹️ (there hasn’t been any like REAL snow for at least 2 1/2 years)

[strnilolover]

SURPRISE SURPRISE

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MDNI, swearing, suggestive⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

based off of these texts!

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

One month before your anniversary

“Why don’t you take her to a nice dinner or something?” Chris suggests looking through the fridge.

 “I take her to dinner all the time, though,” Matt sighs, drumming his fingers against the table.

 “Why did you ask me to help? You’ve said no to everything I’ve said,” Chris scoffs, sitting across from Matt and taking a long sip from his Pepsi can. 

“You’ve suggested a trampoline park, going on a scenic drive, whatever the fuck that means, and bowling.” Matt deadpans. 

 “And dinner,” Chris smirks.

 “And dinner.” Matt rolls his eyes.

“Matt, what do you wanna do?” Nick raises an eyebrow, leaning against the kitchen sink. Matt wanted to get you alone, let you destress, and have you all to himself without worrying if Nick or Chris could hear. Matt wanted to show you just how special you were and give you the world. 

“I’d just like to be alone with her, you know? Our lives are so busy, and I feel like I never get a moment to just be with her.” he chews on the inside of his cheek and sighs. “Would it be dumb to take her to a nice hotel or some shit? I’m already buying her gifts and whatever, but maybe we could stay in a hotel and go do shit while we’re there” he scratches his beard, leaning back in his chair. 

“Oh, that’s sweet; she’ll like that,” Nick smiles, walking over to ruffle Matt’s hair. “Chris, you are useless,” he sings, walking out of the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Nick? You didn’t even do shit; you just asked a question.” Chris crosses his arms across his chest. 

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“Kid, you like need to relax,” Chris says, watching Matt manically try to find the perfect sonny angel to add to your collection. 

“Okay, they have them in New York,” Matt mumbles. 

“We aren’t going to New York Matt; order that shit on Amazon,” Chris irritably says. 

“They don’t have the one I want.” Matt looks up from his phone, his hair falling over his eyes. 

“Well, you’re going to have to settle; we aren’t going to New York for a fucking naked weird baby,” Chris stretches his arms over his head. He’s been on the couch trying to help Matt figure out the perfect gifts for you for hours.

 “I don’t want to settle, you dumb fuck; I want it to be perfect.” Matt huffs, gets off the couch and heads towards his room. Matt spends the remainder of his night stalking the internet for the perfect sonny angel, messaging people on eBay, and silently praying.

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“Matt babe, it’s straightforward. You just tie it like this, and it makes a bow,” Nick demonstrates for the hundredth time, trying not to lose his mind. “God, kid, do you just want me to make all of them?” he looks at Matt, whose eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he tries to tie a bow to go on your gift basket.

“It wouldn’t be special if I didn't make some,” Matt mumbles, his tongue between his teeth, concentrating as if he is flying a rocket ship. 

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The day of…

“Is that fucking Cartier box Matt?” Nick gasps, dramatically clutching his chest.

“Mhm, my boy is rolling,” Chris smirks, putting an arm around Matt and shaking him slightly.

“It is, yeah.” Matt nods, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t be more nervous. He’s spent so much time ensuring everything goes as planned, and no one ruined the surprise. He thought he would have a heart attack the other day when Chris left the Jelly Cat he bought for you on the kitchen table, and you saw it. He made some flimsy excuses and just hoped you didn’t pry. He planned so much for you two to do this weekend, and he just couldn’t wait any longer; he was jumping out of his skin. 

“Damn, you never get me shit like that,” Nick glares, cocking his head at Matt. “So we’re just supposed to bring the basket to the hotel room and ensure everything looks right while you wait for her to get here?” Nick asks. 

“Yeah, Nick,” Matt nods. “And then leave, obviously, because I’m going to head right there.”

“Okay, but if I see any nasty shit, I’m going to be pissed,” Nick says with a dry tone. 

“I think I’m going to eat some of the whipped cream,” Chris chirps as he and Nick leave. Why the fuck are they the ones to be trusted?

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“Matt, you look like you’re going to be sick.” You tuck a loose tendril behind Matt’s ear. He looks over at you from the corner of his eye, his hands gripping the steering wheel, and clears his throat.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with my stomach,” he suggests.

"Matt baby, we don’t have to go to the movies if you don’t feel well. We can go tomorrow or something.” You run your thumb along his jawline. 

“No!” he says a little too quickly, making you laugh. “It’s our anniversary, I’m fine. It’s fine. We’re fine,” he rambles. Matt has been acting strange all week, and it’s been making you anxious. He was lashing out about the most random things, sneaking off to Nick and Chris’ rooms at random points of the night. You started getting nervous that something was bothering him, but he insisted that he was fine, so you gave him some space and let it go. 

Tonight was your first anniversary, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. It’s been a year, but it’s felt like a lifetime - you’ve never connected with someone so well and quickly. It was like Matt lived in your brain; he knew every nook and cranny like he and your brain stem were best friends. You two fell in step with each other and balanced each other well. You found yourself googling, “Can you be too compatible with someone?”

“So, what movie are we seeing?” you ask.

“Uh..” he stutters, “I don’t know…look up what’s out.” It’s not like Matt to not have a plan; it’s your anniversary, and he doesn’t know what movie you’re seeing? Odd. You pull up what’s playing at the local cinema on your phone, listing them off as Matt nods to each suggestion, seemingly not considering the information. God, he really looks like he’s going to be sick. 

“Any sound good?” you look over at him, hoping for some sort of response.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he reaches over a clammy hand, placing it on your bare thigh. “I, um, I gotta stop somewhere before we go to the movies,” he murmurs.

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 A stop at a hotel seems strange, but he seems so on edge that you let him be. What could he possibly need here? “Maybe you should just come with me,” he says, turning to you with a smile playing on his lips.

You leave the car, and the calm autumn wind hits you. Matt pulls you in close and leads you into the hotel. “Why are we here, Matt?” You look around the fancy hotel, unable to imagine how much it costs.  

“What do you mean? We were always coming here,” he smirks, pulling you in and squeezing you tightly.

“No, you said we were going to the movies, Matt.” you raise your chin to look up at him.

“No clue what you’re talking about, baby,” he kisses your cheek before turning to the receptionist. “Hello, reservation under Matt Sturniolo.” The receptionist gives him a polite smile before looking through the reservations. 

“Okay, I have you in the presidential suite for two nights.” Presidential suite?! You tug on his arm, trying to get his attention. This is unbelievable. 

“Matt,” you whisper. “Matt,” he completely ignores you, taking the hotel card from the receptionist and giving her a polite nod before leading you to the elevator. “Matt! You said we were going to the movies…this..this is too much.” you playfully push his shoulder back.

“Never too much for my girl.” he smiles and kisses your forehead. You hated when Matt spent money on you because you simply couldn’t reciprocate it. He always said he didn’t mind and would always cherish the small gifts and handwritten cards you got him. He kept a box under his bed of the cards you’d make him, all the letters, the sticky notes you’d leave around his apartment, and once you even found a grocery list you made.

You’re stunned walking into the large hotel room. You tell your feet to move, but you’re stuck, making Matt nudge you into the room. The bed is covered in roses; there is a champagne bottle, a cute basket of gifts, and….whipped cream. “Matt….this..this..” you run your hands through your hair, still utterly shocked that you aren’t sitting in a movie theater seat right now. 

“Open your gifts,” he giggles, practically buzzing with excitement. “I had Nick help me with the basket; you can tell which bows I made. I hope you don’t mind, and I know you saw the peanut jelly cat earlier this week because Chris is an idiot, so I’m s-“ 

“Matt, it’s amazing,” you sniffle, cutting him off, wiping a tear from your face, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, and putting the basket in your lap. Matt sits beside you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and wiping the tears from your face. 

“I just wanted it to be perfect for you,” he whispers, fidgeting with the ring on his finger. Please open your gifts before I pass out,” he chuckles.

When you finally get your trembling hands to open your gifts, you dramatically gasp at the Jelly Cat you saw last week, and Matt laughs, shaking his head. The Cartier box is glaring at you in the basket, the red and gold detail standing out against the soft brown of the basket. You move past it purposely, unable to stomach how much money Matt spent. You decide on the small cylinder box, unwrap it, and gasp, whipping your head towards Matt.

“Matt! Where did you find this?!” you ask, mouth agape, fiddling to open the box. You pull out the rare sonny angel that has been out of print for years. “Oh my god, she is so cute, Matt. What the fuck?!” you shake your head in amazement. 

“Ebay,” he smirks, feeling proud of himself. I had to bid on it, and I almost didn’t get it,” he lets out a breath. Matt allows you to make him smell all the products he got you from Lush before finally making you open the jewelry. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you mumble, opening the box. You stare down at the jewelry and can’t even get words out. They feel trapped in your throat. You make no facial expressions; you mutter no words and take a deep breath. 

“D-do you like it? I think you look perfect in gold, and your skin looks nice. If you don’t like the set, we can go tonight and get you something you like. Nick said you’d like them and said something about how they fit your aesthetic.” Matt rambles nervously, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. “I picked them out, but..”

“Put them on me,” you whisper, looking up to meet Matt’s nervous eyes. He wastes no time removing the necklace and earrings from the box and crawling behind you to put them on. He kisses the back of your neck, making you shiver and close your eyes.

“Let me see you, sweetheart,”  he whispers. You turn back to look at him, your cheeks flushed and wet with tears. “So fucking pretty,” he coos, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. “You’re my everything, you know that? Don’t know what I’d do without you. I have so much planned for us for this weekend, so much I wanna do with you, so much I wanna do to you” he grins. “My girl.” he leans, kissing you. 

“I just don’t know how to thank you,” you mumble, looking into his eyes. You’ve never had someone take care of you the way he does, the way he pays attention to deal, the way *loves* you - sees you as his partner, his other half. Matt has always been a loving person; you see it in how he treats his parents and brothers, and you just can't believe you get to be a part of that. “I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too, more than you know.” Matt swallows hard, his eyes welling up with tears. He chuckles, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Got me crying and shit," he teases, poking your cheek. You swat his hand away.

“Can I ask just one question?” you giggle. 

“Huh?” he tilts his head, confused. 

“What is the whipped cream for?” you jerk your head, gesturing to the whipped cream can in the ice basket alongside the Champagne bottle. 

“Well..” Matt smirks.

[A/N: will definitely be making a part two!]

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GIRL COME TO POLAND THERE IS LITERALLY SOOOO MUCH SNOW LMFAO (and its cold af)

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SNOW DAYYYY (i hate the cold but i love the snow 😭)