#I don’t like it and I really don’t like Matty

[sturniololuvz]

For your triplet sister fic could you do one were the triplets take their four year old sister out shopping for toys and clothes an stuff then they take her out to eat and it ends with them tucking her into bed at night

I hope yall enjoy this !!! i really like this one🩷 btw yall can ask for any age , with any fic including this series!!

“A day out”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings: none, pure fluff 🩷

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when the Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Matt, and Chris—decided to take their 4-year-old little sister, Y/N, out for a fun day of shopping, food, and, of course, chaos.

“Alright, Y/N,” Matt crouched down to her level, adjusting the tiny pink backpack she insisted on bringing. “You ready to go?”

She nodded excitedly, her little hands clutching Matt’s as she beamed up at him. “I wanna get a new teddy!” she declared, her voice full of determination.

Chris chuckled, ruffling her hair. “A new teddy? What about all the ones you already have?”

“But this one will be special,” she reasoned, her big eyes looking up at them, making it impossible to say no.

Nick grinned, crossing his arms. “Well, how can we argue with that logic?”

The four of them piled into the car, Matt behind the wheel as usual, with Y/N strapped securely in her pink car seat in the back.

Shopping Chaos

The moment they stepped into the store, Y/N’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the colorful dresses, tiny shoes, and shelves full of stuffed animals.

“Chris! Look at this one!” she squealed, holding up a sparkly tutu.

Chris pretended to inspect it seriously. “Wow, I think this would make you look like an actual princess.”

She giggled, spinning in excitement. Meanwhile, Matt picked out a tiny denim jacket for her. “What about this? It’ll match mine.”

“Oooo,” she gasped, reaching for it immediately. “Now we can be twins, Matty!”

As they continued browsing, a girl in her late teens approached them hesitantly, holding her phone with wide eyes.

“Oh my God, are you guys the Sturniolo Triplets?” she asked, trying to keep her excitement in check.

Nick smiled warmly. “Yeah, that’s us!”

“Could I, um, get a picture?” she asked nervously, her hands slightly shaking.

“Of course!” Chris said. “Come on over.”

As the fan moved closer, Y/N instinctively grabbed Matt’s hand and hid behind his leg, peeking out shyly.

“Aww, don’t be shy,” Matt said softly, rubbing her little back. “She’s just a little nervous,” he explained to the fan with a chuckle.

“She’s so cute,” the fan gushed.

Nick knelt down beside Y/N. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You wanna be in the picture, or do you wanna be our bodyguard and make sure we look good?”

Y/N giggled but stayed hidden behind Matt. “I’ll be the bodyguard,” she whispered.

After taking a few photos, they thanked the fan and continued shopping. Y/N picked out a plush bunny—“Bun Bun,” she decided to name it—before they made their way to checkout.

Dinner & A Sleepy Disaster

After a successful shopping trip, the group headed to a nearby Italian restaurant for dinner. They settled into a booth, Y/N squeezed between Matt and Chris while Nick sat across from them.

“I want spaghetti and meatballs!” Y/N announced as she flipped through the kids’ menu, despite not knowing how to read all the words.

Chris chuckled. “I think that’s a great choice.”

When their food arrived, Y/N’s excitement had turned into exhaustion. Her tiny body, overwhelmed from the day’s adventure, started drooping against Matt’s side.

Matt glanced down and chuckled. “Uh-oh, we’re losing her.”

Nick waved a fork in front of her. “Hey, sleepyhead. Your spaghetti’s here.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the mention of food, and suddenly, she sat up straight. “Spaghetti?” she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

Chris laughed. “Food is the only thing that can wake her up.”

The moment she started eating, the mess began. Marinara sauce ended up everywhere—on her cheeks, hands, even a little on Matt’s sleeve.

“Oh, come on,” Matt groaned playfully, looking at the stain on his hoodie.

Nick grabbed a napkin and wiped Y/N’s face. “You’re literally a disaster, but we love you anyway.”

Y/N only giggled, stuffing another forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.

The Sleepiest Ride Home

By the time they left the restaurant, Y/N was completely drained. As soon as Matt buckled her into her pink car seat, her head flopped to the side, and soft snores filled the car.

Chris turned around in the passenger seat, watching her sleep. “That was fast.”

“She’s had a big day,” Nick said, adjusting the shopping bags in the back.

Matt started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Well, she earned it.”

The drive home was peaceful, the only sounds being the soft hum of music on the radio and Y/N’s steady breathing.

When they arrived home, Chris unbuckled her seat and gently lifted her out, cradling her small body against his chest. She stirred slightly, gripping his hoodie but never fully waking up.

Inside, the triplets worked together to tuck her into her small toddler bed.

Nick carefully removed her tiny shoes. “She’s out cold.”

Chris set her plush bunny next to her. “She’s gonna wake up so confused in the morning.”

Matt pulled her blanket up to her chin and smoothed her hair. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

They all lingered for a second, watching their baby sister sleep peacefully.

Nick smiled. “We’re, like, the best big brothers ever.”

Chris snorted. “Obviously.”

And with that, they turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Y/N to dream about sparkly tutus, spaghetti, and another fun day with her brothers.

[suugarbabe]

Hiii i really like your writing 💛.

Could you write something where reader doesnt have any date for Valentines day, and mattheo who happens to be readers crush, helps reader feel better about it . maybe mattheo confesses his feelings for reader ?

Thanks 💛💛

yum yum yum yum yum delicioso 😋 thank you babes for the request!

You hated february. Not only was it cold to the bone freezing, but everyone started pairing off. Everyone but you.

But it was fine. It was always fine. Because you never paired off. Not with anyone. Not necessarily on purpose; you suppose there’s been one or two suitors that’s have come your way. But none of them were him.

What made it worse this year was the special that the Three Broomsticks was having: two for one butter beers on Valentine’s day. This particular day also happened to fall on a Saturday this year. Which made for a very lonely dinner in the great hall.

Your table was sparse of people, and even most of those there were paired off. You rested your cheek against your fist, elbow on table. You tried your best to not sulk and appear too lonely as you pushed your carrots around your mash potatoes.

“This seat taken?” At the sound of Mattheo’s voice your posture straightened, slightly caught off guard. “What’re you doing here?” the question came off more accusatory than intended. Mattheo must have assumed sarcasm as he raised his eyebrows and let his mouth hang open as he playfully laid his hand on his chest, “So this seat is taken? And here I thought it’d be saved for muah.”

You shoved his shoulder in response, “Oh piss off.” you could feel your cheeks burning. You hoped he didn’t notice. “I just meant, erm…you could be at the Three Broomsticks right now. I’m sure plenty of people wanted to go with you..” Mattheo’s narrowed eyes held a glint to them that you couldn’t quite read, “I’m sure I could say the same about you.”

A light scoff left your throat, “Hardly. One, maybe two max. I’m sure you had dozens from all years ask.” The last of your sentence was lost to him, Matty choosing to focus on the beginning, “Yeah? Who were these two suitors of yours, hmm? Might have to talk with them.” Mattheo stood up, hand shielding his eyes and he glanced around the great hall, pretending to scour for the two people.

You grabbed hold of his shoulder, pulling him roughly down onto the bench with an embarrassed laugh, “Will you stop that! Why do you even care?” Your heart started racing slightly, unsure of how he’d respond to your light teasing. Unsure of what he’d say.

“Well because I care about you..” Mattheo wore a shy smile, his eyes having trouble keeping contact with yours, “You deserve someone who’s always going to give you the best…treat you the best because you’re the, erm…”

“best?” you finished for him. Mattheo breathed a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah. Something like that.” You swore you saw a dusting of pink over his cheek bones, your heart fluttering at the thought of Mattheo mirroring the feelings you’ve been harboring for over a year.

A small silence fell over the two of you. Matty picked nervously at his fingers while you went back to pretending to eat your food. You just had a feeling. Deep in your gut. it was gnawing at you, telling you that you might not get another opportunity if you didn’t use this one.

“Matty I-”

“Hey, I-”

You both spoke at once, smilingly awkwardly at the realization. “Y-you first,” you motioned towards Mattheo. He nodded, wringing his hands together and he looked off to the side. He almost seemed…nervous? “I-erm…Salazar’s sake, I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Okay, phew, I can do this,” You grabbed hold of Mattheos hand, stopping his nervous tick.

He looked at your hands together, taking a few breaths before looking up to meet your eyes, “I didn’t agree to go to the Broomsticks with anyone else because I didn’t want to go with someone else.” Your brows furrowed slightly as you shrugged, “Erm, okay..?”

Mattheo shook his head, running his hand that wasn’t held by yours through his hair and over his face with a groan, “No. Fuck, I mean. Merlin’s fucking beard I’m usually so good at this…What I mean is. If I was going to do anything today I wanted to be doing it with you.”

He let out a long breath, a satisfied grin spreading over his face. You couldn’t stop the smile that graced your features, “What are you saying Matty?” His eyes darted all over your face before landing on your lips. He looked at your eyes briefly before down to your lips again.

For a second, everything seemed to stop. You could hear your heart beat in your ears, eyes dipping down to Mattheo’s lips as well. Wondering what he was thinking about when he looked at yours, if he wondered how soft yours were like you do his.

And then, in the next moment all your internal ramblings were cut short as his lips met yours. Soft and unsure at first, the slightest of pressure like he was afraid if he moved at all you’d disappear. You shifted closer of the bench, putting more pressure in the kiss as a warmth spread through your body that just felt so..right.

What felt like far too soon he was pulling away, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. “M’sorry I..you just weren’t getting it,” Matty laughed somewhat shyly, now lacing his fingers with yours. “Oh I get it now. Read you loud and clear, Matty,” your bottom lip pulling between your teeth.

[7yearsofdele]

Trish conversation with Jordan 😮😮😮😮he is talking shit she's right to say

I just feel bad for Henry. He’s the only one I care about, because you can see all over his face how he feels when he sees Matty and Jordan talking.

[ninyard]

what if I took some of my regular ocs and turned them into aftg ocs. What Then

[sojutrait]

SCREAMIN BUT DADDY I LOVE HIMMMM IM HAVING HIS BABYYY

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

[sadgirlautumn]

In case anyone is wondering I’m still 50/50 about ttpd. Like some of the songs are so good but the only one I’d be really disappointed if it didn’t exist is guilty as sin. Idk what it is but I just can’t get into it properly.

[minustwofingers]

it really bugs me how taylor swift has been able to evade sm criticism under the guise that having a problem with her is misogynistic. like yes some of it is but at some point i think we should be able to talk about how she only speaks out about issues when she knows she’ll benefit and also is destroying our environment. she is not your friend, she is not mothering, she is not a queer icon (that’s a whole diff issue..). she wants your money and that’s it!

ALSO adding this as an edit bc i forgot: can u imagine how much more traction the pro palestine movement would get if we had taylor actively speaking out about it and using her platform?? like can u fucking imagine??? and she’s not and it’s just insane to me that people are okay with this. she has enough money. even if doing so completely tanked her career, she would be fine

[fridayiminlovemp3]

do i believe that taylor and karlie kissed at the 1975 concert in 2014 … well that’s one secret i’ll never tell xoxo

[annoyingyellowhouse]

”Elämä on laiffii, you know”

- it’s a reference to the past olympic gold medalist Matti Nykänen who was famous for his achievements in sports but also for his drinking and later abusive relationships, he used to have weird one liners like ”elämä on laiffii” which translates to ”life is life”, I think he also made some music

[newagevictorianorphan]

not a swiftie nor do i have a disproportionate amt of hate for her music but PERSONALLY i think that if u date an openly racist and misogynistic man there should be a lot of push back from ur fans bc. idk. that feels a little. odd.

[sturniololuvz]

“A Day in the Life of the Sturniolos (and Their Tiny Tornado)”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings : none

Morning Wake-Up Call

The sun was just starting to shine through the blinds of the Sturniolo household, but one particular four-year-old was still deep in dreamland. While the triplets were already up and moving, their little sister, Y/N, was not ready to start her day.

Chris sighed dramatically as he stood outside her bedroom door. “Alright, who’s waking her up today?”

“Not it,” Nick said immediately, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

Matt groaned. “Dude, I did it yesterday. It’s your turn, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes but stepped into Y/N’s room anyway. As expected, she was completely knocked out, curled up under her favorite blanket, hugging a stuffed animal that was almost as big as her.

Chris knelt beside her and gently shook her arm. “Y/N, time to wake up.”

Y/N groaned and turned her face deeper into the pillow. “Nooo, weave me ‘lone, Chwis…”

Chris smirked, pulling the blanket off her slowly. “C’mon, you gotta get up. It’s breakfast time.”

“Nope.”

“Nick made pancakes,” Chris bribed.

One of Y/N’s eyes peeked open. “Pancakes?”

“Yup.”

She groaned but finally sat up, rubbing her tiny fists against her eyes. “Fine.”

Chris scooped her up and carried her downstairs, where Matt and Nick were already at the table.

“Look who finally woke up,” Matt teased.

Nick slid a small plate in front of her. “One stack of pancakes, extra syrup, and cut into tiny pieces. Just how the princess likes it.”

Y/N giggled sleepily. “Tank you, Nickie.”

Chris sat beside her, pouring himself some juice. “Alright, what’s on the agenda today?”

Nick shrugged. “Y/N’s probably gonna want to play after this.”

Y/N nodded quickly, stuffing her face with a bite of pancake. “I wanna play supewhewoes!”

Matt groaned. “Oh God, last time we played that, she punched me in the stomach ‘cause I was the ‘bad guy.’”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, maybe let her win this time.”

Y/N grinned mischievously. “I gonna fight da bad guys!”

Morning Playtime

After breakfast, the triplets followed Y/N into the living room, where she immediately started throwing couch pillows around.

“Alright, Y/N,” Chris said, ducking as she tossed another pillow. “What’s the mission today?”

“We gotta save da teddy beaws!” she declared, pointing to her stuffed animals trapped under a pile of blankets.

Nick gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Who took them?”

Y/N put her hands on her hips. “Da evil pillow monster!”

Matt sighed. “Why do I feel like I’m the pillow monster?”

Y/N giggled and grabbed one of the couch pillows, holding it over her head. “I gonna fight you, Mattie!”

Chris smirked. “RIP, dude.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Matt started, but it was too late. Y/N launched the pillow at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Nick lost it, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Bro, you just got bodied by a four-year-old.”

Matt groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just save the teddy bears before she actually knocks me out.”

Lunchtime & Nap Struggles

After an hour of saving stuffed animals and fighting imaginary villains, the triplets finally convinced Y/N to take a break for lunch.

Chris placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. “Here ya go, kid.”

Y/N pouted. “I wanted dino nuggies…”

Nick ruffled her hair. “We’ll have those for dinner. Eat your sandwich first, bub.”

She let out a dramatic sigh but took a tiny bite. “Fine…”

Matt watched her struggle to keep her eyes open between bites. “Alright, after this, nap time.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. “NOOO!”

Chris smirked. “Yes.”

“NOOO, I NOT TIRED!” she whined, crossing her arms.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you just falling asleep at the table?”

Y/N gasped as if he had just exposed her darkest secret. “I WAS NOT!”

Matt shook his head. “Alright, c’mon, kiddo. You either take a nap or you turn into a grumpy gremlin.”

“I AM NOT A GWEMLIN!”

Chris leaned in. “You kinda are when you don’t sleep.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, but her little head was already nodding forward.

Nick sighed, standing up. “Alright, let’s go, nap time.”

“Nooo…”

But before she could protest more, Matt picked her up, and within seconds, she was out cold on his shoulder.

Chris smirked. “Told you she was tired.”

Afternoon Chaos & an Argument

An hour later, Y/N woke up much happier and ready to cause chaos.

“Mattieee,” she whined, climbing onto his lap. “I wanna pway!”

“Alright, alright, what do you wanna do?”

Before Y/N could answer, Nick and Matt started bickering over something dumb.

“Dude, I literally just said—”

“No, you don’t listen—”

Chris groaned. “Are you guys seriously arguing right now?”

“STOP FIWHTIN’!” Y/N yelled, stomping her tiny foot.

Matt and Nick immediately froze.

Nick sighed. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Matt ruffled her hair. “Yeah, sorry, munchkin.”

Chris smirked. “Man, she really shut you guys up quick.”

Dinner, Bath, and Bedtime Battles

For dinner, the triplets made Y/N’s favorite—dino nuggets and mac & cheese.

Chris placed the plate in front of her. “There ya go, kid. Feast like the dinosaur queen you are.”

Y/N gasped. “DA DINOS ARE BACK?!”

Nick laughed. “They never left, dude.”

Matt sat beside her, watching as she grabbed a nugget and made it ‘walk’ across the table. “RAWR, I eat da mac & cheese!” she announced before dunking the nugget into the cheese and taking a big bite.

Chris smirked. “That was aggressive.”

“I’m a dino. Dinos awe ‘gessive.”

Nick shook his head with a smile. “You got me there.”

After dinner, bath time was the next battle.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Matt said, holding her tiny pajamas in his hand.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NOOO, I WANNA PWAY MORE!”

Chris crossed his arms. “You just played for like two hours.”

“I NEED MORE!”

Nick sighed, walking over and picking her up. “C’mon, stinkbug. You’re getting in the bath before we need a hazmat team.”

Y/N giggled but still tried to escape, kicking her feet. “NOOO, NICKIE, NO BAF!”

Matt followed behind. “If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be smelly.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide. “I NOT SMAWEY!”

Chris smirked. “Then prove it. Take a bath.”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Fine…”

Once she was in the tub, she turned it into a whole ocean adventure, splashing water everywhere.

“Y/N, dude—” Chris blocked his face from the water. “Are you trying to drown us?”

“It’s a big wave!” she giggled, kicking her feet.

By the time they got her washed and dried, everyone was soaked.

Nick ran a hand through his wet hair. “Bro, I feel like I just swam laps at a water park.”

Matt sighed. “Let’s just get her in pajamas before she tries to jump back in.”

The Final Battle: Bedtime

Once Y/N was dressed, the hardest part of the day arrived—getting her to sleep.

Chris carried her to her bed. “Alright, kiddo, bedtime.”

“Nope.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s late.”

“Nope.”

Matt rubbed his face. “Y/N…”

Y/N wiggled under the blankets. “I NOT TIWED!”

Chris sighed. “You say that every night, and every night, you pass out within five minutes.”

“I WON’T TONIGHT!”

Nick smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “I bet a miwwion bucks!”

Matt chuckled. “You don’t even have a million bucks.”

“I do in my imagination.”

Chris shook his head, pulling the blanket over her. “Alright, whatever you say, boss. Now close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Shhh.”

Y/N huffed dramatically but finally settled into the pillow.

“Goodnight, stinker,” Nick whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“Night, Nickie…”

Matt and Chris leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, troublemaker.”

“Night, Mattie… night, Chwis…”

The triplets turned off the light and tiptoed out.

As soon as they closed the door, Chris smirked. “Three… two… one…”

Silence.

Nick grinned. “Out like a light.”

Matt stretched. “Dude, I don’t know how she fights bedtime so hard every night.”

Chris sighed. “She’s four, man. Chaos is her job.”

Nick chuckled. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And with that, the house finally fell silent—until tomorrow, when the chaos would start all over again.

[dappledpaintbrush]

i would give anything to rewrite ajl gooooood

[twopoppies]

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[manicpixeedream]

swifties are really losing their mind over this latest development more than the fucking pollution thing

[old-memoria]

what’s up besties