#Ignore the camera work Nick

[stopper-my-heart]

Let's break down the sequence at the end of Heartstopper S1E2 and beginning of S1E3 — in which Nick is working on coming to terms with the fact that he likes Charlie and Charlie is a boy — focussing on Nick.

The whole sequence masterfully sets up our understanding of Nick and his headspace via a series of contrasts.

Warning: This is a gif-filled long post with sadness ahead. (If you'd prefer a happier take related to this sequence, take a look at my other post about it.) CW: Short mention of some homophobic practises/issues in the world at the end (those shown in the show at the beginning of S1E3).

The sequence begins with Nick entering his room, but it's filmed through his bedroom window, i.e., from the outside looking in. We don't even clearly see his face. The next shot is of a photo on Instagram of Nick with his rugby friends. To me, this is drawing attention to the fact that Nick is on the outside of his friend group.

The photo itself offers a stark contrast to this idea: Nick is in the centre of his mates, literally being carried and supported by them. His face suggests he's thinking about how the photo doesn't represent reality. The photo is captioned "lads", but Nick isn't a (stereotypical) 'lad'...and may not be 'one of the lads', either, if Nick let his rugby friends really know him.

There's then a brief flash of Imogen's Insta post, which is a photo of likely herself (the person's head is out of shot) and its caption is helpfully centred for us: "stay true to yourself 🥰🌸". (This deserves its own analysis tbh.) We see Nick slightly smiling at it, but we're physically very far away from him and only move incrementally closer.

Next Nick comes across Charlie's photo from their 'snow day'. Nick isn't in the photo, but it is a photo that he took, so although it's a public post that in a way 'can't' have the two of them together in it yet, he's not completely absent from it. Nick's face is immediately much more smiley.

The comparison between Nick's reactions to the different photos hearkens back to the commentary from Nick's mum earlier in the episode (which she made, y'know, the day the photo Nick just saw was taken):

All signs point to: Nick is not true to himself with his rugby friends, (maybe a little with Imogen,) but he is with Charlie.

Back to Nick— Seeing Charlie's photo inspires Nick to switch to his camera roll which is already scrolled to his snow day photos implying that he's looked at them another time recently to look at more photos from their snow day, prompting even more smiling and a tiny laugh. Not to mention, now Nick can finally see his genuine self in the photos he's looking at.

I've been focussing on the scenes with Nick so far, but this whole sequence goes back and forth between Nick and Charlie in their respective rooms and is set up as a contrast between them. Let's look at that comparison to understand the full picture with Nick before we continue on.

We see Charlie from a comfortable/typical-to-the-viewer angle, in contrast to our view of Nick which has been almost awkwardly straight on throughout this sequence, whether in front of or behind him.

Charlie is also relaxedly lying in his bed, directly engaging with his friend group to get their input on the situation with Nick (Charlie's on the inside), compared to Nick who is sitting on the edge of his bed, kind of hunched over his phone, scrolling through photos other people are posting (on the outside looking in, and still only looking in via photos that don't tell the full story).

There are further contrasts between them, too, of course. Charlie is confident about his sexuality while Nick is questioning, so he's not confused or scared by liking Nick the way Nick is about liking Charlie.

Charlie is instead feeling hopeful at the prospect that Nick might also be interested, and we leave him for the episode with his cautious excitement about Elle's news that Tara at least isn't into Nick.

Back to Nick— In the past, Nick's typically experienced or thought about his feelings for Charlie when he's with Charlie or when there are other people around. But this time there's no Charlie to distract Nick from the scariness with his Charlie-ness (and the positive feelings of liking him), and there are no other people around to force Nick to abandon his thoughts or put a mask on.

So when Nick has his moment of fully acknowledging his romantic feelings for Charlie to himself and wondering if that might mean that he's gay (and if so, what does that mean for him?), the contrast with Charlie's fairly straightforward hopefulness and attentive support network highlights how alone Nick is, and with something more daunting.

But Nick is strong and brave, and he's not going to let that stop him.

It's after this that we get the same shot as the first one, from behind Nick, except now the camera is inside the bedroom with Nick and getting ever closer. Nick then even turns toward the camera at the end. The question is: Who is Nick, really, on the inside?

He's ready to find out, even if it's scary.

But because there are no people close to him that Nick could talk to about what's going on with him — no friends Nick can reach out to about how he's feeling, he doesn't know how his mother would respond to this, Charlie is the one he's having feelings for so he can't really talk to him about it — Nick uses what seems like the only option open to him: the internet.

And then Nick is confronted with results about violent hate crimes, conversion therapy, opposition to equal rights, discrimination, not to mention some unhelpful quizzes...so much anti-LGBTQIA+ sentiment and the horrible things that that can lead to, all whilst he's having a complete identity crisis. Nick is so alone and afraid, feeling deeply confused and misunderstood — including misunderstood by himself — and his internet reading has not only not provided clarity or a sense of being seen, but it's even highlighted that Nick may have reasons to be afraid.

And because Nick doesn't have a support network he feels he can talk to about this, he's stuck with these feelings for now.

In conclusion: This sequence breaks my heart. (If your heart is also breaking, my related post may help heal it. Or I recommend watching Heartstopper. If your heart isn't breaking, I blame my post. Go watch the end of S1E2 and the beginning of S1E3 and then come tell me that your heart is still whole)

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTOO MUCH * CHRIS STURNIOLO

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

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he was.

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

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

Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Childish. Annoying. Immature.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, sweet boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt nodded, adding gently.

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

"Yeah... always."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© vanteguccir

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ say so . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . Chris and Matt both spot you at an influencer party they'd gone to, and now they need to see who can bag you for the night. But what happens when, to their surprise, you want them both?

contains . . . smut, build-up to the smut, threesome (absolutely ZERO incest), Eiffel Tower position, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, dirty talk, degrading and praising, heavy chratt bickering

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #5

It was one of those nights in L.A. — every room lit by ring lights and camera flashes, every corner filled with people who lived for the scroll, swipe, and algorithm.

The lights at the party were dim and dreamlike, flickering between pink and gold. The pool out back shimmered beneath strings of fairy lights, dotted with floating roses that looked like someone’s aesthetic choice purely for Instagram. Voices blended into an intoxicating hum of flirtation, clout-chasing, and alcohol-fueled egos.

Having already downed a few drinks and chatted up multiple people, Matt and Chris had been scanning the party for some real fun to get their hands on.

That was when they spotted you.

You were standing by the glass railing, drink in hand, watching the crowd like a cat in a room full of mice. You looked like you didn’t belong — but in the best way. Like the party was orbiting you, not the other way around. Eyes that held secrets. A smile that could break careers. Legs for days.

Matt nudged Chris with his elbow, low and sharp. “There. The one by the railing.”

Chris followed his gaze, and his eyes instantly lit with that telltale look — like a kid eyeing a locked candy store. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost reverently. “She’s… wow.”

“I’m going over.”

“You? I don’t think so. You’ll scare her off with your fake-deep ‘I do yoga and listen to The Weeknd on vinyl’ bullshit.”

“At least I don’t wear the same cologne as every crypto bro in this zip code.” Matt adjusted his shirt, the top three buttons undone, chest lightly glistening under the party lights. “Let’s see who she actually wants.”

Chris scoffed, fixing his hat on his head before smirking and following his brother, the both of them approaching like wolves in heat wearing designer sneakers.

Chris got to you first, his hand landing gently on the railing beside yours as he leaned in close, just enough for you to catch his cologne — clean, spicy, intentional. “So tell me something,” he said with a smooth, tilted grin, “are you always the most interesting person in the room, or is tonight special?”

You turned your head slowly, meeting his eyes with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Is that your opener?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

Before you could answer, Matt appeared on your other side like a scene change. He handed you a drink—something pale pink and artfully garnished. “She already has a drink,” Chris muttered even as you took the glass from him.

“This one actually tastes good,” Matt said with a wink. “Trust me.”

You took a sip out of sheer curiosity. He wasn’t wrong.

You raised an eyebrow as you took the drink away from your lips, looking between the both of them, curious as to what exactly had pulled them both over to you. “And you two are…?”

“Brothers,” they said at the same time. Then immediately glared at each other.

“Twins?” you asked.

“Triplets,” Chris corrected.

“Our brother, Nick, bailed on us to hang out with a girl in an outfit made entirely of glitter,” Matt added.

Ah, Tara, you thought, snickering and shaking your head as you took another drink, not noticing how they both looked over you and gave challenging glares once more.

Chris tried the classic charm offensive — eye contact that lingered too long, compliments that felt tailored just for you. “You’ve got this vibe,” he said, watching you closely, “like you know you’re hot, but you’re not annoying about it. It's refreshing.”

Matt countered by leaning into humor and empathy. “Ignore him. He probably says that to any girl who orders oat milk at Starbucks.”

Chris rolled his eyes before scoffing. “You fuckin' order oat milk at Starbucks, dumbass.”

You laughed, warm and unfiltered. They both visibly lit up like they’d won something. And now the game was far from over.

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They pulled out every trick in the book throughout the night.

Chris took you to the dance floor, guiding you with one hand on the small of your back, showing off the rhythm he usually showed off in tiktok videos. “I could do this all night,” he murmured in your ear as the beat dropped. You felt his confidence like static against your skin, making your laugh and just feel yourself as you swayed your body to the music with him.

Matt waited for his moment and found it when you took a break, lounging on a cushioned daybed near the pool. He sat beside you, just close enough to graze your leg. “You know,” he said, voice lower now, more serious, “most of the people here only care about how many followers you have. But I was watching the way you look at people. You see through them. That’s rare.”

Chris walked out to join the two of you, more drinks in his hands as he gave you a toothy grin, adding onto what Matt had said. "Yeah, it's like you're out of this damn world,"

You tilted your head at them both, scoffing softly. “You guys rehearsed these lines or something?”

“Absolutely not,” they both said at the same time.

Which made you laugh again. Damn them. They were too good at this.

As you all drank the shots of expensive tequila Chris had got, he told a story about them that had you nearly spitting out your drink laughing, Matt unable to not snicker along with it as well, the environment warm and thick.

By now, the tension between them towards you was crackling like the edge of a storm.

“So,” Matt said, tapping his glass, glancing over it at you as if he wasn't losing his mind hoping that you'd pick him, “who’s winning?”

You looked at both of them, smile teasing.

Chris leaned in, smug. “Come on, we both know you’ve already picked.”

You bit your lip, leaned back into the cushions, stretched your legs like a queen waiting for her court to bow. “Actually…”

Their eyes locked on you, anticipation tight in their jaws.

“…I was thinking maybe I don’t have to choose.”

Silence. Then a synchronized blink.

Chris was the first to speak. “You’re joking.”

Matt tilted his head. “Wait. Are you serious?”

You just smiled, sultry and slow. “Why pick one when I can have both?”

Their smugness melted into something else—surprise, intrigue, hunger.

“Damn...” Chris said finally, breaking into a crooked grin. “I like you.”

Matt laughed, a little breathless. “Dangerous.”

You smirked at their reactions before you stood, glancing over your shoulder to look down at both of them, raising an eyebrow. “Are you coming, or do I need to find someone else to entertain me?”

They scrambled up like excited puppies, speechless, for once outmatched.

And you? You walked ahead, knowing they’d follow.

Because they were players. But tonight? You were the game.

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The bass thudded through the marble floors of the house like a heartbeat too fast from too much tequila and attention, thankfully making noise to cover up the obscene sounds coming from the bathroom you, Chris, and Matt snuck in to finally have some fun.

"Fuuuuck—" Chris groaned out as his grip tightened around the makeshift ponytail he'd made for your hair in his hand, looking down and watching the way you took his cock in your mouth like it was meant to be there.

Your nails dug into his thighs as you gripped them to hold yourself steady, your eyes glossy and fluttering a bit as you looked up at him, being met with that smirking grin on his lips.

"Look like such a pretty fuckin' slut for us, huh Matt?" Chris cooed to you, reminding your of the deliciously thick cock that was Matt's, sliding in and out of your sopping wet pussy from behind.

"Shit— Yeah she does.." He breathily responded, but his eyes stayed trained on how his cock disappeared into your cunt before he'd pull back and repeat, your warm, gooey walls making him bite his bottom lip hard, especially as you clenched around him each time Chris got a little rough with your mouth.

You moaned around Chris's cock as you felt Matt's hands on you, one gripping your hip tightly and the other sliding up your arched back underneath your scrunched up dress around your waist, your tits freed from your earlier make out sesh with Chris as Matt had been busy getting off your panties.

"Goddamn baby, you're just loving this, aren't you?" Chris groaned, his free hand holding his shirt up to his torso so that he had a clearer view of you. He chuckled at your slurred "mhmm" around his cock, your responses muffled by your full mouth.

Chris couldn't help as he gripped your hair harder, thrusting his cock a bit more into your mouth, making small gags and noises spill from you as you let him fuck your mouth, his groans mixing into the noises that filled this dimly lit bathroom.

"Fuckin' hell— y' gonna make me cum, baby—" Chris panted, earning a chuckle from Matt for not holding out as long as he was, but Chris ignored him as you gripped his thighs harder, his other hand nearly tearing his shirt with how hard he was holding it. His breathing became shaky, his legs trembling a bit as his hips sputtered against your mouth.

"I'm gonna— Gonna cum— Holy fuuuuck—" Chris gasped out, groaning loudly as you felt his cock twitch against your tongue before pumping his thick, warm cum down your throat, making tears fall down your already mascara stained cheeks, but you held out, especially with his hand keeping your head in place.

"Told you I'd last longer," Matt snickered, though groaning at the way your pussy clenched around his cock due to you swallowing Chris's sperm, missing the way Chris flipped him off.

"You try fuckin' her mouth next time, then we'll see if you're tough shit," Chris snipped back, looking down at you as he pulled his cock from your mouth, smirking at how your tongue licked up the rest of his residing cum on your lips, before helping you stand up just a bit.

"Fuck— Next time? You hear that, ma?" Matt breathily asked, watching the way you put your hands on Chris's chest to keep you upright before turning your head to look back at him, your pink, glossy lips parted as you face already looked fucked out, making him groan. "You wanna see us again?"

You nodded before moaning as Matt started thrusting harder, deeper into your cunt, suddenly feeling as Chris grasped your jaw and turned your face back to him, his lips brushing against yours.

"Good, cause I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," He purred low, earning a slurred giggle from you before your lips met in a messy, passionate kiss, your nails digging into his shirt as Matt hit that perfect spot within you, your moan swallowed into the kiss.

"Jesus, ma— This pussy's fuckin' amazing— Gonna get me addicted to this shit—" Matt groaned, his body leaning forward to press his chest against your back, in turn, making your chest press against Chris's as you continued to make out.

Your eyes rolled back as Chris's tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with your tongue as you felt like you were getting drunk off of Matt's dick. God, this was fucking heaven.

One of your shaky hands reached back to meet Matt's that still held your hip, gripping it in an attempt to tell him you were close.

"Y' gonna cum, mama? Yeah? This dick that fuckin' good?" Matt cooed, chuckling as Chris pulled from the kiss to glare at him before delving back in to kiss you harder, your moans and whines spilling into his mouth and in between breaths, his hands palming at your tits.

As that burning ecstasy built in your abdomen, you felt as Matt kissed at your shoulder and neck, biting and kissing over the hickies both of them had made during the make out sesh earlier. The sensation of everything felt like too much, Chris's hands kneading your tits, Matt's dick pounding your sweet cunt, both of their mouths on you.

"'M gonna cum ma— Cum with me— Fuck, please cum with me—"

It hardly took much of Matt's begging to make that pleasure snap within you, your back arching hard, your legs shaking, your hands gripping Chris's shirt like a life line, your lips parting from his to let out a loud, gorgeous moan, especially as you felt Matt's hips stutter before pumping your pussy full of his cum, thick spurts painting you gummy walls.

After a few more moments of Matt riding out your highs, he stilled, all three of you panting in near unison, spent and blissed out. Matt chuckled breathlessly at your face, loving the way you looked completely fucked out now.

"Was that good for you, ma?" He asked, earning a nod and a slurred "mhmm" from you before he leaned in to kiss you, soft and deep, before parting, feeling as Chris pressed his lips to your ear, whispering sultrily into it.

"So, who was better?"

You huffed as you rolled your eyes, your voice a bit strained and tired as you answered back. "Both of you were fucking good.."

"Yeah, but I was better, right?" Chris asked like a puppy looking for validation to boost his ego.

"C'mon dude, she was moaning all over my dick," Matt protested.

"Yeah? Well, she was cryin' all over mine."

"That was cause of me."

"Like hell it was! Did you see the way she was drooling on my dick??"

You huffed as they bickered, too tired to tell them to knock it off, just resting your head on Chris's chest and closing your eyes.

Oh you were definitely going to do this again.

☆ : this one's also not proofread, so i'm really sorry if it's bad, i'm so tired chat 😭 I fuckin started my bloodbath this morning and i'm in pain- BUT IM PULLING THROUGH THE BEST I CAN FOR YALL- hope y'all enjoy, mwah <33

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anatomy- chris sturniolo

based off of the most recent friday video (truth or eat)

summary: when you overhear chris labeling women’s body parts incorrectly, you make sure he knows the right anatomy afterwards…

tw: mdni, oral sex, face riding, sub chris, dom reader, suggestive terms, language

“so, chris, what are you gonna do when your future kid asks what a vagina is?” nick asks chris sarcastically

“well…i would tell them it’s a woman’s penis!” chris says, making everyone burst out laughing.

you’re sitting on the couch watching it all unfold, your 3 best friends laughing over woman’s penises and nick being an uncle.

the triplets keep filming, scarfing down tacos and burgers as they answer questions about themselves.

finally, they wrap the video up, telling their fans goodbye as they shut off the camera.

“well i’m gonna go to sleep, i have shit to do tomorrow.” nick says, walking to his room.

“yeah i’m gonna go hop on fort. y/n, chris, do you wanna join?” matt asks.

“nah im good. thanks though.” you reply.

“i might later.” chris replies.

matt shrugs and walks off, leaving you and your best friend chris watching movies all night on the couch.

you’re watching mean girls as a thought pops up in your mind, does he know how a woman’s body works?

you tried to forget about the though throughout the movie. that was your best friend, and no matter how attractive he looked right beside you, you shouldn’t be thinking about him sexually.

but it was so hard. the way the tv light reflected off of his big blue eyes, the slight stubble he had on his face, his biceps popping out of the tank top he was wearing.

it’s like he wanted you to think about him.

“hey chris?”

“yeah, what’s up?”

“did you mean what you said earlier?” you ask hesitantly.

“about what?”

“about vaginas being woman’s dicks and stuff, were you joking? or-“

“yes i was joking.” chris laughs, making you feel embarrassed.

“i mean, i think i was at least. i’ve never really seen one before.” chris admits after he finally stops laughing.

“so you’re..?”

“a virgin? yeah i am.”

you and chris were always close, but you had never gone as far as asking about his sex life. it was like an unspoken rule that you just didn’t talk about it.

“do you ever want to know what one looks like? because i mean, i could show you.” you say, seeing the obvious tent forming in chris’ pants.

“i mean ive thought about it…and seen one in videos before, but not in real life.” he replies.

“here chris, let me show you.” you say seductively.

he nods frantically, desperate to see your hot, wet core. you slowly undo the string on your shorts, letting them loosely fall to the floor, along with your shirt.

you instruct chris to lay down on the couch, making sure he stays put where he’s at.

lastly, you rip off your panties, exposing your wet pussy to your desperate best friend.

“wow.” chris says, stunned.

you walk over closer to him, putting your leg on either side of his shoulders as you hover over him, your pussy inches away from his nose.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” you ask.

“mhm!” chris grunts out.

you carefully sit down on his face, not putting your full weight on him.

at first he just sits there, with his tongue out and eyes wide open staring up at you, not knowing what to do.

“what do i do now?” he muffles, his cheeks and chin already slick with your juices.

“just…i don’t know..lick it.”

he does as he’s told, carefully running his tongue up and down your folds, not missing a single inch of your warm skin. he presses his hands down on your thighs, forcing you fully down onto his face.

“oh, fuck chris, are you sure you’ve never done this before?” you moan, amazed at how experienced chris seems at this.

he ignores your question, digging his tongue into your aching hole further. he buries his face into your bottom half, like he’s trying to mold himself to you.

his tongue puts more pressure on your clit now, pressing rough circles onto the sensitive nerves. you try to squirm on his face out of desperation, but the firm grip he has on your thighs leaves your unable to move.

as he eats you like a man starved, you reach down to chris sweatpants after noticing his hard dick.

you pull the pants down as best as you can without getting off of chris’ face, feeling him jerk as you run your hand over his boxers.

you grab the waistband of his boxers, peeling them off as his hard errection springs out. you spit on your hand, running it slowly over his long length.

chris bucks his hips up in need, groaning into your pussy, making it vibrate.

you stroke him faster, cupping his balls in one hand while gliding your hand over the rest of his dick in the other.

chris is going faster than ever on your pussy, relentlessly sucking the tender skin into his mouth as you jerk him off.

“mm, chris, keep going, i’m gonna cum.”

that must have been his inspiration, he goes faster and faster until he feels your walls pulsate and your sweet release coat his chin.

he still hasn’t came yet, so you keep stroking him faster and faster.

you go slower all of a sudden, teasing him just as he is about to release

“fuck! shit!” chris moans, unable to keep quiet.

“please please please!” he aimlessly groans.

“please what? use your words chris.”

“please let me come!”

you take pity on him, picking up your pace until you feel thick ropes of his warm liquid coat your hand.

“so, what did you think?” you ask as you both lay there breathlessly.

chris nods with a goofy smile on his face, unable to form any real sentence after what just happened.

“i’m guessing you know a women’s anatomy a little bit better now.”

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 🐰ྀི M & C Sturniolo

✘ fluff, mentions of smoking but that's it.

"Hold the damn camera Chris!"

"M'not the fucking YouTuber, Nick is!" Chris barks back, annoyance clear in his voice.

Matt and Chris were filming a surprise video for Nick's channel. They weren't in the YouTube scene unless they filmed with Nick or went to sell at the influencer parties—YouTube wasn't their thing. Despite the influencer scene not being their forte, the two had been high and came up with the bright idea to surprise their brother and their girlfriend with a bunch of barn animals.

They don't remember exactly how the idea formed, but they were hellbent on doing it. They formed a plan, deciding on setting everything up that following Wednesday when Bunny had ballet early and Nick had a meeting for his brand. It worked perfectly considering Nick would then pick Bunny up and they would come home at the same time.

So here they were, allowing the animal owner, Bianca, inside along with all the animals. "They are going to love this," Chris giggles as he zooms the camera in on the turtle.

"You said you two were surprising your brother and your girlfriend?" both boys nod at Bianca's question, smiles on their faces as they think about the surprise. "That's nice, who's the lucky guy with the girl?"

Before either boy could answer, they hear the front door opening, Nick immediately calling out, "We're home!"

"Hey Nick, hey Bunny," Nick and Bunny come up the stairs, Nick appearing first and stopping in his tracks.

"I'm never leaving the house again. What is going on?!" Bunny furrows her brows in confusion. She was still on the lower part of the stairs so she didn't see all the animals, however when she heard a duck quacking, she was quick to rush up the stairs.

She gasps and drops her bag in excitement, nothing but joy rushing through her veins, her exhaustion long forgotten. Her eyes dart around the living room, looking at all the animals and taking it in. She zeros in on the bunnies and squeals, diving forward and falling to her knees in front of the cage. She begins to talk to the bunnies through the cage, the pair of animal siblings flocking towards her and sniffing her fingers.

Nick walks into the living room fully, still in shock at how his home has been transformed. "Are you two surprised?" Chris asks, shoving the camera in Nick's face.

"In an odd way I am, but I'm not surprised by the activities you two like to do anymore." Chris rolls his eyes and turns the camera to Bunny who is still preoccupied with the bunnies.

"And what about you Bun? You surprised?" Matt asks as he squats down next to her. Instead of answering him, she turns towards Bianca with a hopeful look. "They are so cute! Am I allowed to hold them?!" Matt scoffs as he is being ignored, standing up once more and standing by Chris.

" Of course! If you want you can sit in the cage with them as well."

It's amusing to everyone how the girl climbs into the cage and starts playing with the rabbits, disregarding all the other animals in sight as well as the other people in the room. She looks in her element, in her own world, joy strewn across her face as the animals climb all over her.

As Chris and Matt film Nick, catching him awkwardly interacting with the animals, Bunny remains in the cage, having the time of her life.

It's like the furry animals recognize her as one of their own. The one in her arms manages to propel itself on top of her head, while the other two plant themselves in her lap. Her contagious giggles capture the attention of everyone and they can't help but swoon at the wholesome sight.

"Looks like Bun found her flock," Matt jokes, walking over and taking the rabbit off her head.

"Don't you want to hold one of the other animals' Bun?" She looks at the other animals and shakes her head, going back to feeding her 'people'.

After another hour, time is up and Bianca begins to gather her things and animals. "Come on ma, out the cage," Chris ushers softly, holding his hand out to help her stand up. The girl pouts and holds on to the bunnies. "Do they have to go?" Chris sucks in a sharp breath seeing her pout and her eyes soften.

Matt chuckles, "yes, they do. Come on, we don't want to hold Bianca up." She huffs and begrudgingly sets the animals down, allowing Chris and Matt to help her out of the cage.

As both boys hold on to her, missing her this whole day, Bianca speaks up. "Did you want to help me bring them to the car?" Bunny immediately wiggles out of Matt and Chris's grasp, scooping up one of the bunnies in her arm and bounding down the stairs.

Matt and Chris huff, but begin helping clean up the living room. Eventually, the livingroom was back to normal, the barn smell gone due to the cleaners that came.

Bunny bounds into Chris's room, fresh out of the shower and dressed in pajamas. She plants herself on Chris's lap, disregarding the blunt in his hand as he and Matt smoke. She smiles innocently at them, touching Chris affectionately. They both look at her with low red eyes - they already know she wants something. She never sits on their lap when they smoke, always opting to sit on the bed or going to be with Nick.

"What do you want?

"Who said I want something? I can't sit with my boy-" She stops her lies seeing the look Matt gives her. She huffs and crosses her arms, "Fine, I want a pet bunny."

"No" Matt and Chris answer at the same time. She furrows her brows, her face already going into a pout.

"Why not?!"

"Because none of us in this house are ready for a bunny out of all pets," Matt answers nonchalantly. She knows there is some truth to his words, but she can't help but be a brat about it. She huffs once more and pushes herself away from Chris, going to lie on his bed. She doesn't get far due to Matt turning her around and gripping her jaw softly.

"Drop the attitude, you know I'm right," she whines softly but does as told, knowing that she can't be mad about the truth. Matt chuckles and plants a soft kiss to her lips, " we can get a fish instead."

"Really?" Her eyes glow with excitement. A fish isn't a bunny, but she wouldn't mind settling for an aquatic animal. Matt chuckles and pats her butt, ushering her towards the bed.

"Go to sleep, you have practice tomorrow."

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The Jacket

Pairing: Clayton Keller x Fem!Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: You've been making a jacket to surprise Clayton with for months, you finally get your chance at the first game of the season. Notes: Self-indulgent because y'know, my Keller jacket is still in the process of being made for next season. Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

It's a surprise you've been working on for months.

It's not easy to paint a jacket in secret and keep it hidden for months as you work on it. Not when you live with the person you're hiding it from. You'd resorted to using the attic space to store it, nearly having a panic attack around December time when Clayton insisted he be the person to go up and get all the Christmas decorations down from the attic. Thankfully you'd managed to move the hiding spot in time.

You wait for the first game of the new season to unveil it. A long wait, a wait that feels like it might kill you because you're so excited to show him, so excited for him to finally see it. Still you hold off, you don't show him before the game, wait until you're at the rink and he's already in the locker room getting changed before you put it on. Your best kept secret.

You expect to show him after the game, not really thinking much of it. Just excited to be in the stands again, to be wearing your jacket that you made just for him, just excited to see Clay play again after what felt like an insanely long off season.

You're eating a big box of popcorn, the salty and sweet kind, when you notice yourself up on the jumbotron during a mini break while the linesmen try to fix a hole in the ice. It's a humbling experience to be put fully on blast while your mouth is stuffed with popcorn, cheeks full. It's an even more humbling experience to see the split screen of the jumbotron as you are put on the right and Clayton is on the left, worse when you can see he's clearly watching you on the screen too, smiling at the way you have popcorn shoved in your mouth like a hamster.

For the fans watching from home there's the wonderful commentary by Matt and Dom as you wave at the cameras and roll your eyes at Clayton who's decided now is the time to make a little heart at you out of his fingers.

'And they've found Mrs Keller in the crowd'

'Can we call her Mrs Keller yet, Matt? Keller hasn't even proposed yet.'

'Only a matter of time and oh, look at that, she's wearing a...is that painted denim jacket?' You've turned around on purpose, seeing the opportunity for what it was, a chance to show Clayton the jacket before the game is even over.

'I heard she's quite the artist, think she painted it herself?' The back is on full display. 'Keller' painted in big Utah blue letters, below it a painstakingly painted Clayton, his back to the world, stick high in the air in celebration, Utah jersey worn proudly. Behind him his number, a big fat 9 and on each arm a matching 9. It's Clayton all over, a big fat expression of how proud you are to be his and how proud you are of him.

'Maybe, hey, Nick, what's the reaction from our Captain down there?'

The Jumbotron shows Clayton in high fidelity, being nudged and shoved by his team mates as they jeer at him...but he can't stop grinning. Cheesing like he's just won the Worlds all over again because you're wearing that jacket and he knows your painting anywhere, knows you. He knows you wouldn't have paid for someone to do it, not because you didn't value other artists, but because you'd have wanted to do it, felt the inspiration to create something. There's a special sort of pride that comes from knowing you took the time to do it yourself.

When you turn back around and spot his smile you start grinning just as wide, face warming at the way he looks up at you on that screen, how he ignores his team mates taking the piss out of him because it's you. It's you and you look so good with his name across your back and his likeness on that denim.

The cameras cut away in search of new material and you seat yourself back down, going back to your popcorn even as you keep smiling down at where you know Clayton is, leaning against the bench with his hip popped as he shoves at Kess.

He's got an extra pep in his step, an extra burst to his play as the 3rd period finally continues and you focus back in on the game. Shouting at the refs when they miss a call, yelling 'Veggie' with the rest of the crowd and scream in joy when the OT winning goal hits the back of the net from Clayton's stick.

He doesn't go into the locker room like normal, pacing up and down the corridor outside, still in full gear, stick in hand, a sweaty mess but a sweaty mess waiting for you like a loyal dog.

The moment you come round the corner he's practically waddling towards you, that awkward sort of walk he does when still in skates because while he's a smooth skater there's nothing graceful about walking on skates.

"Hey, baby," You're a little nervous, pulling at the sleeves of your jacket, biting your lip as you look up at him with his extra inches from the skates he's still wearing.

"You gotta show me the jacket, baby." He's already reaching for your hand, clasping it in his own lifting it over your head until you get the hint and give him a slow spin. "It looks so good, baby, you painted it yourself?"

"Yeah..." You're not good at accepting compliments or feedback on any of your art, never have been. An inherent self-doubt that fills you, a self-doubt that Clay quickly puts to bed as he grins at you, goofy, teeth on show, eyes crinkling. It doesn't matter that he's a sweaty mess, that his hair is plastered all over his face or that he's exhausted because he's buzzing off seeing you in that jacket.

"How the hell did you hide this from me?"

"Had it in the attic..." You confess, as he tugs at the sleeves and looks at the 9 on top of each arm. His number. His number and you're wearing it.

"Oh, so that's why you freaked when I went to get the Christmas decorations?"

"I didn't want you to see it yet! It wasn't done..." It was half finished at that point, too much work still to do and you didn't want him to see the unfinished product.

"Well, it looks really good, baby, outdid yourself." Clay knows you need the praise. He knows you're always hesitant about showing your art, too many times people had made you feel not so great about it. But, Clayton? Clayton loves everything you make, even the stuff you hate and he loves that you always run to show him, that you're comfortable enough with him to shove your sketchbook in his hand or paint him something as a gift.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're my favourite artist." You grant him the most radiant smile he's seen all day, cheeks pushed high, grin happy, care free as you take a step closer to him.

"Can I replace that horrendous wolf painting then?" God, you hate that wolf in a suit. You hate it with a burning passion, it's the sort of thing that belonged in 2010 and yet it was in pride of place in the house.

"If you paint another wolf."

"What about a mammoth?" You're negotiating because the truth is you can't take another wolf in the house. You're scarred by the current one.

"I can handle a mammoth...my name looks good on you, you know?" He hums taking a step closer until you're in each other's space. He smells like sweaty hockey gear which makes your nose scrunch up, but he's so pretty that you forgive him for it. Focusing instead on the way his skin seems to glow from coming straight off the ice.

"Mmm?"

"Starting to think I need to make it your name too." He's been thinking about it for a while...proposing. Making you his wife finally. It's an almost constant thought that he has every single day.

"Clay..."

"I'm serious. Don't be surprised when it happens cause it's going to happen." He knows it. He knows you're going to be his wife, it's just a matter of when. You're already wearing his name on your back, you might as well already own the name.

You roll your eyes at him because you're not sure how to respond, because it's hard to deal with that level of focus on you, that sort of attention. Too shy for it. Too bashful to handle it in that moment.

"Go shower..." Your hand shoves him away lightly, pushing at his shoulder until he takes a step back with his head dropped back and a grin.

"Okay, but just know i'm thinking about it."

"Go!" You laugh even as he makes you want to hide away a little. Clayton has that effect on you, even after all this time...he makes you bashful, even more so when he alludes to the possibility of a proposal. You're not sure you'll ever be able to keep a straight face whenever he brings it up. It makes you feel so supremely giddy like you're a school girl again.

You watch him walk away, the sway of his hips even with those stupid skates and the width of his shoulders thanks to all the padding. He stops a few meters from you, turning to look back at you over his shoulder with a smirk, "I can feel you watching me walk away, baby."

"It's my favourite view."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 5

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

Your phone shakes the dining room table. You not the disturbance but don't stop for it. You hunch over the textbook and reread the same sentence for the fifth time. You've been so distracted lately.

You jot down the key points and sit back. You wiggle your pen and blow out a thick breath. You don't have to guess who's messaging. Nick's the only one who does.

You unlock the phone. Oops. You must've missed the others. There's five messages. The last one asking you if you're ignoring him. Even accusing if you read it right.

'Sorry. Studying. Not ignoring. How are you?'

You hit send and cross your legs, the top one wiggling nervously. He's quick to respond. 

'I know bby. You work so hard. Been a long week.'

A week? Already? Time always feels so muddy. You spend all your time trying to figure out concepts that make your head split or stressing over your dad's last gruff demand. Your stomach stirs. 

A week and no one even suspects what you've been doing. Well, have you done anything wrong? You and Nick are just chatting and like he says, you're an adult.

Somehow it still feels... bad? New? Scary? 

'Yeah. Have class tonight.' You reply. You sometimes find it hard to think of what to say. Especially when he calls at night.

'Whatcha gonna wear, princess?'

You chew your lip. He asks that a lot.

'I guess the usual.' You send back.

His response has you squirming. 'Show me'.

It's not the first time. Not even the last time since he first messaged. You pause and listen to the house. You think Austin is boxing in the basement.

You glance around. You get up and search the space. You push the chair put and lean your phone against the back. You open the camera and back up. Hmmm.

Nothing special like you said. Capris and loose blouse with no shape. Your dad buys your clothes at the stores where the women tend to be twice your age. They never fit right.

You set the time and pose awkwardly, not wanting to look too ridiculous. It image snaps. You check it. You frown. You knew it. He won't like you for long. You're lame and plain and boring.

You don't bother trying again. You can paint a wall but you can't fill the cracks with the brush. You send and quickly pull the chair back to the table. You put your phone face down and chew your thumb over your notebook.

The pulse of the cell has you bite down hard. You hiss and grab your phone. 'Hot.'

You scoff out loud. You're starting to think he's making fun of you. Yet, he's not the kind of person to have time to waste on that.

'Thx. Not really.' You tap the arrow.

The three dots flash. His response is quick.

'Really. Now don't lie to me again.'

'Lie?' You type but don't send before the phone flashes with an incoming call. You answer before the ringtone can get more than a few notes out.

"Hey. Uh. Hi." You stammer.

"I don't like lying." Nick ignores your greeting.

"Lying? I didn't--"

"You just did." He interrupts. "Saying you're not hot like I'm not thinking about you when I should be working."

"Oh, uh, sorry. No, I didn't mean--"

"You want me to buy you something cute? That it? I bet you have some nice legs, huh? You're hiding in all that fabric."

"No, it's... no. My dad... he doesn't like skirts."

"What daddy doesn't know..." he snickers. "You don't worry you're pretty little head about him, okay?"

"But--"

"Shh, shh, you're a big girl. You know I'll take care of ya, don't you?"

"Oh, sure, but--"

"But, but, but. I hate that word, baby. You keep saying it." He sighs. "I'm coming back tomorrow night. Isn't that exciting?"

You fidget. He's always ten steps ahead of you. You stare at the table. 

"You must be happy to get home."

"Happy to get back to you. Aren't you excited to see me? You miss me?"

"Yeah, I am. I do. I... I'll be studying."

"Yeah, you're pretty smart, princess. And you really put in the effort. You earned a break."

"Maybe a few more minutes--"

"I don't mean right now. What I mean is when I'm back, I'm taking you out."

"Out? Where? But dad--"

He clucks. "But."

"Sorry."

"That's alright, princess. You gotta learn. I can be patient. You'll see." He growls. "I got a plan. I always do. So I'll tell you what to do and you just gotta listen. Like the good girl you are. Can you do that for me?"

You feel all bubbly in your chest. You swallow and nod.

"Yes," you squeak.

"I know you can, baby. You make sure you check your phone. No more ghosting me."

"B--" you stop yourself. "Okay. Yes. I'll keep the ringer on."

"Alright, princess. I gotta get back." He purrs. "I'll be thinking of you."

💜

'Do me a favour, princess.'

You stare at the message. It's a riddle but you don't know what the answer is. You're afraid to ask for it yet you know you can't ignore it.

'What?' You text back.

'Be honest.'

You hesitate. Nick makes you nervous in so many ways. Not just about what your dad would do if he found out, but in general. You want to impress him so bad it hurts.

'Okay.'

Three dots. You wait for the message. It feels like eons before it comes up.

'Is anyone else at home?'

That's easy enough. 'No'.

'Good girl. There's a surprise on the porch.'

You blink at the phone. Huh? You clutch it tight and stand. You leave your books at the table and go to the front door. You peek out the window next to it but don't see anyone out there. He did say he wouldn't be home until later in the day. It's only noon.

You flick back the lock and open the door. You peer up and down the street. You don't see anything out of the usual. Your eyes drift down. There's a white shopping bag with black ribbon hands stood on the porch. You scour the neighbourhood again as you reach for it. What if someone saw? What if they mentioned it to your dad?

You quickly hide inside, standing by the door cluelessly. How did he do this? You suppose you can have anything delivered these days.

Your phone vibrates in your other hand. You flinch and look at the screen.

'Got it, princess?'

You drag your thumb around and send a 'yes'.

'Gonna open it?'

You look at the bag again. You go back to the dining room and set the bag on the table beside your notebook. You sway nervously.

'What is it?' You key in.

He sends a laughing emoji, then his response.

'Why don't you look and see?'

You put the phone down. You run your fingers over the top of the bag and pull it open. You peek inside. Clothes?

You reach inside and take out the first piece. A white top with sheer bell sleeves. It's cute but a bit short in the middle. You lay it out and look over your shoulder. You feel like someone might sneak up on you.

You look back and pull out the skirt. Short, lilac satin, with a slit on one side. It's shorter than anything you've worn. You have some shorts but they go just above your knees.

You put it with the shirt but there's more. A pair of sharp heels and... underwear; a pink bra overlaid with gold lace and panties to match. The latter don't have much to them. You drop them back into the bag and touch your cheeks.

Your phone chimes loudly. It's ringing. You jump and tap answer, putting it on speaker. You rock nervously. "Hi, Nick."

"Nice to hear you say my name, princess," he praises. "You got it?"

"Yep."

"And?"

"Um..." you let the syllable hang.

"You like it?"

"Uh, oh, it's pretty. But... but..."

"But." He punctuates the T.

"I'm sorry, I like it. I promise. B-- I'm... nervous. I never... wore anything like it."

"Well, you're gonna. For our date."

"Date?"

"Sure. Tonight."

"Tonight?" Your voice cracks.

"Mm hmm. You just do everything I saw, baby, and it'll be alright. We'll go a bit later. I know this martini bar. Real intimate place. We can get nice and cozy, talk..." he hums. "So you're gonna wait until your dad goes upstairs with his magazine and his scotch. Then you're going to sneak out in that short skirt and meet me at the corner."

"I... he'll hear me."

"Baby, he won't have a clue. He knows you're a good girl. He wouldn't think you could ever do this. So you just carry those shoes down with you. Put your phone on silent."

You almost say it. But.

"I'll... try."

"You can do it, princess. You know, there's a lot you can do if you just put your mind to it. I can show you all those things," he purrs.

"Okay. Yes. I will."

"Good girl." Each time he says those words, you get all tangled up. "You gonna wear it all for me?"

"Um... yes. I hope it fits."

"Oh it will. I bet it fits you real nice." He grits. "Panties, too?"

"Nick," you gasp.

"I know, I'm bad," he snickers. "But baby, you make me this way. I got nothing else on my mind but you."

"I... Really?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm dying to see ya," he says. "What about you? You think about me?"

You bite your lip and cross your arm across your stomach. You sway back and forth. "Yes," you say quietly.

"Yeah? That's good." He drawls. "You think about me when you're in bed?"

"What?" You rasp.

"When you're all alone? Do you think about me?"

You giggle but can't speak.

"You don't gotta be shy. I think of you. I... can I confess? I really feel like you should know how bad I've been."

The gravel in his timbre has your eyes wide. You chew your thumb and hum. You pass into the front room and check out the window. Just in case someone shows up.

"Yesterday, when we were on the phone..." he blows out audibly. "Geez. You got me, baby, you really do?" He pauses and clicks his tongue. "I was touching myself. I know it's... bad."

You gasp and cover your mouth. Your cheeks are on fire. He was doing that? Because of you?

"Princess, I'm sorry. You know, I didn't... I didn't let myself go all the way. Not without you." He snarls and inhales. "You got me hard right now. Just thinking about tonight. I know you're gonna look so damn sexy and you're gonna be with me. How lucky am I?"

You cough and rub your chest. Your hand slowly drifts down and hovers just above the swell of your tit. You think about it. About squeezing yourself. Feeling what he'd feel if he did the same. You tear your hand away.

"You with me?" He asks.

You sniff, "yes, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, baby. You don't gotta be. As long as you tell me the truth. So I'm going to ask you a question."

"Alright," you wisp.

"You touch yourself when you think of me?"

You whine. "No! I never... No!"

He chuckles. "Baby, you don't gotta be embarrassed.

"I swear. I don't... I wouldn't know...how. I mean... I tried when I was... curious but I don't know. It just feels strange."

He tuts, "oh princess, you're telling me that you've never been treated right?"

"Um, no, I guess not," you utter. Your chest is racked with tension.

"I'm gonna have to change that," he slithers. "Wanna try it right now?"

"Try? What?"

"You're good at listening, princess. So you just do that. I'll tell you what to do."

You gulp, "okay."

"You sitting down?"

"No." You answer.

"Sit," he orders, his voice firm.

You turn away from the window and face the room. You scurry to the couch and sit.

"Sitting," you confirm.

"Alright. Undo your pants."

"Huh? Nick?"

"Be good," he warns in a gritty tone.

You shudder and look down. You're wearing a pair of pants with a drawstring. You untie the bow. "Undone."

"Now, you're going to put your hand inside, right down your panties."

You tremble as you feel along your stomach. Your nails graze the top of your waistband and you delve beneath. You hold your breath as you brush along your pelvis and open your legs.

"Okay..."

"Good girl. You wanna feel between the lips, right? Along your clit. You know what that is?"

"Yes, I... I know biology."

He chuckles, "you're cute. Touch it."

You feel along your folds then push between them. A gasp hisses out of you. You squirm as your fingers glide around your clit.

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I'm wet. Really wet."

"Yeah? That's good." He hums. "Move your fingers in little circles for me."

"Uh..." you swipe your fingers around and spasm. "Oh, okay."

"Keep going. Not too much, you wanna go slow right now."

"Yes, I... slow."

"Is it tingly?" He asks.

"Yes," you quaver.

"Mmm, you getting wetter?"

Somehow, you are. You drone out, "yesssss."

"How're you feeling?"

"Mm. warm... fuzzy," you quake out a breath.

"Go a little faster for me, princess."

"Faster?" You puff.

"Yes, baby," he coaxes.

"Oh, okay, yeah... that's..." You sputter as the scald spreads over you.

"Feel good?"

"Yes."

"Close your eyes."

You obey. Pushing your legs wider. You arch your back as you tilt into your touch.

"Alright, now you pretend it's me. Hm? Maybe it's my fingers. Or my mouth."

"Nick?" You squeal.

"Keep going. Yeah, I think I'd like that too. Down on my knees. Licking you up. Isn't that nice?"

"N-N-N--"

"You can say my name when you cum. You can do it, baby. Faster."

"Y-ye-yes."

"Little bit harder," he growls.

You whimper and bite down on your lip. Your insides are pumping. The pressure is too much.

"Remember to say it, princess. Say my name when you cum."

You fall back against the couch and bring your feet onto the edge. You flick your fingers wildly as the image he painted streaks in your mind. Your muscles clench all at once and release, a swell of hot and cold crashing over you.

"Niiiiicccckkkk." you moan as your thighs quiver and shake.

"That's it, princess. That's it," he coaxes. "I can't wait to do it myself."

[delilahsturniolo]

What are all your au's up to rn?? :)

CURRENTLY | 12:35 AM

౨ৎ singer!reader & photographer!matt:

reader is in her hotel, getting ready for bed after her show tonight. matt’s in the room across from her, transferring the photos he took of her from his camera to his phone, about to post them on insta! he’s thinking about how good you looked in your outfits on stage :)

౨ৎ sweetheart!matt & barista!reader:

you and matt are up watching a rom com rn! you have work tomorrow and matt insisted on you going to sleep since you have an early shift at the coffee shop tomorrow, but you really wanted to have a netflix n chill with him tonighttt! you’re too stubborn to admit you’re tired so you’re falling asleep on matt’s chest, barely even paying attention to the movie, and he’s just admiring how cute you look

౨ৎ brat tamer!matt & sassy!influencer!reader:

so you guys are in the shower…together…you guys came back from dinner with nick and chris around an hour ago because you guys stopped for ice cream. (chris insisted) and you absolutely could not get over how sexy matt looked tonight…so now y’all are having some nice and slow shower sex before you end your night <3

౨ৎ secretagent!chris & secretagent!reader:

both of you justttt came back from an intense but successful mission. you got hurt pretty badly though, a bullet grazed your thigh, so you and chris are in the locker room, (he doesn’t trust the people in medbay to take care of you) you’re sitting against a wall while he’s kneeling in front of you, gently tending to your wound but also scolding you to be more careful and attentive next time. and honestly? you’re not listening to a word he’s saying, you’re just secretly trying to ignore how good he looks post mission (hair wet from the rain, eyes focused on your wound, voice very sleepy) :3

[sturniololuvz]

can you do one where one of the boys swear infront of 4 year old sister and she starts saying it all the time and they try and get her to stop

lmaooooo

“A Bad Habit”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

It all started when Chris stubbed his toe.

The triplets and Y/N were hanging out in the living room, Y/N happily coloring at the coffee table while the boys talked. Chris got up to grab a drink from the kitchen, and on his way, his foot collided hard with the edge of the couch.

“FUCK!”

The room went silent. Matt and Nick’s eyes went wide as they turned toward Y/N, who was now staring at Chris, crayon frozen mid-doodle.

Chris clutched his foot, groaning. “Ah, shit, that hurt—”

“Fuck!”

The triplets’ heads snapped toward Y/N.

Chris’s face drained of color. “Oh no.”

Matt covered his mouth. Nick looked horrified.

Y/N, completely oblivious to the chaos she just caused, grinned. “Fuck!” she repeated, like she had just learned the coolest new word.

Chris ran a hand down his face. “Okay, no, nope, we’re not doing this.”

Nick crouched beside her, trying to keep calm. “Bug, we can’t say that, okay?”

Y/N blinked up at him. “Why?”

Matt sighed. “Because it’s a bad word. It’s only for grown-ups.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Then why did Chris say it?”

The boys froze.

Chris stammered. “Uh—well, that’s different—”

“Fuck!” Y/N chirped again.

Nick stood up. “Dude, we are so screwed.”

The Next Day…

They thought they had nipped it in the bud. They really did. But then, while they were filming a vlog, it happened.

Y/N was sitting on Chris’s lap while Matt set up the camera. She accidentally dropped her sippy cup, and without missing a beat—

“Fuck!”

The triplets panicked.

“NOPE!” Chris picked her up immediately, covering her mouth. “Nope, nope, we don’t say that!”

Nick stopped recording, wheezing. “We’re gonna have to cut so much footage.”

Matt shook his head. “This is all your fault, Chris.”

Chris groaned. “Okay, I get it! But what do we do?”

They tried everything—bribing her with candy, making up silly replacement words (“fluffernugget” did not stick), and even straight-up ignoring it.

Nothing worked.

Y/N just liked saying it.

That Weekend…

At dinner, their mom gave them the look as Y/N happily hummed in her seat, kicking her feet.

“So,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Do any of you want to explain why my four-year-old is running around the house saying ‘fuck’?”

Silence.

Then, all at once:

“Chris.”

“Chris.”

“Chris.”

Chris groaned, sinking in his seat. “Yeah, yeah, I know. My bad.”

Their mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fix it.”

Another Week Later…

Finally, finally, Y/N stopped saying it—mostly because she had moved on to a new favorite word: pickle.

Chris had never been so relieved.

“Hey, Y/N,” he tested one day. “What do we say when we drop something?”

Y/N grinned. “Pickle!”

Chris threw his hands up. “I’ll take it.”

Matt and Nick nodded in agreement.

At least “pickle” wouldn’t get them in trouble.

For now.

[sturniolo04]

Looks Like They Know M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Savannah and Matt haver been dating for a little over 5 months and have kept there relationship out of the public eye pretty much which included not only the fans but also Matt's triplet brothers. i mean sure we should have told them about it when it first happened and we first got together but we wanted to enjoy each others company without having to worry about if we were spending too much time with each other.

"hey chris"

savannah greets walking out from matt's room discreetly surprised at finding him in the kitchen.

"hey"

he greets not even looking up from his phone yet which you breathily sigh out with relief knowing he didn't see you come out from his brothers room to question you on it.

"i thought you were playing fortnite live"

you question already knowing that they were and that he only come down to grab a breather.

"umm yeah i thought you were in nick's room"

he questions finally shifting his gaze putting his phone back in his pocket.

shit

Savannah forgot Nick's PC hasn't been working which is why he wasn't playing live with them.

"um uh i was in matt's room actually"

you nervously say hoping he would question it further

"hm okay then well i am going back to the game"

he replies ignoring the nervousiness that was painted on your face

You took a huge breath out as you close the door to matt's room as he make subtle eye contact with you carefully not alert the viewers or nick or chris that there was another presence in his room.

You couldn't deny it was getting harder to explain to chris and nick why you were spending so much time with Matt out of the three of them. Matt sensing the tension in the air turned his video off but forgot the most important thing his microphone.

"whats wrong"

"nothing"

you sigh out as matt turns around in his seat opening his arms as you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap.

" come on i know you what's wrong princess"

matt asks again. Unbeknownst to you two everyone can hear this interaction

"matt who the fuck are you talking to"

nick ask through chris mic

"probably Savannah she was in his room"

chris shrugs off fixating his attention to the chat on his screen.

"guys what the fuck are you saying he called her what"

chris questions confused scanning the chat.

"matt i dont know if i can keep this secret from them any longer"

"well do you think we should tell them"

he questions you looking at you scanning your face for your unreadable emotions.

"yeah we have to so i dont accidently let them find out on their own you know"

savannah states as she runs her hand through his fluffy hair.

"guys come on they are not dating"

nick replys to the chat verbally reading it

"okay well i have to get back to the game"

matts states as you standing up from his lap placing a kiss on his lips before heading over to his bed.

"hey chat- oh my what are yall saying"

"matt you left your mic on the whole time"

nick interjected.

"what"

he replies covering his mouth shocked.

" yeah who were you talking to were you on the phone"

"no i wasnt talking with anyone"

matt says deflecting the question starting another game.

"matt you weren't calling savannah princess that would be so weird yall are best friends"

chris stated as you started to lock in on the game in progress

"yeah of course i didnt think i said that"

matt says blowing it off still.

A few minutes pass by and savannah completely forgot that there was a stream going on making her way over to him standing in between his legs hugging him catching him off guard.

"holy shit no way"

chris whispers noticing the pair since the camera was still on shifting his gaze interchangeably with the now blowing up chat.

" how long has that been a thing"

nick whispers to chris as he shrugs his shoulders in reply.

"hi baby"

matt greets as he lovingly pats your ass given the position you were in. Savannah shifts herself looping her legs around his torso sitting on his lap, still unaware this is all going to all over social media.

"uhh MATT"

nick screams into chris mic as the pair jumps turning to face his computer screen.

"shit"

"when and how"

chris asks simply.

"surprise"

savannah giggles out.

"well looks let everyone knows now"

matt chuckles resting his hands on the sides of your hips.

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[ericshoney]

Dress to impress ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You join your brothers in playing Dress to impress.

Warnings: swearing, shouting, nicknames, chaos

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You were in LA with Nick, Matt and Chris. As you were on summer break, you were able to fly out and see them for a while. You were chilling sat at the table, colouring, your parents gone out for a while, when your brothers walked in.

"Hey kiddo, we're going to film and play Dress to impress on Roblox, you wanna join?" Chris offered.

"Sure!" You cheered, placing your pens down and follow the trio to Matt's room.

"Never played it before." You said, as you sat on a chair Matt set up for you.

"Don't worry petal, neither have we." He replied.

You smiled and watched as they set a stream up too. You waved to the camera, seeing all the comments. One asking about your age.

"I'm seven!" You exclaimed, making your brothers smile.

"That's right chat, we have the harshest fashion critic going, our seven year old sister." Nick said, making you laugh.

"Let's try and keep the language to a minimal too." Matt said, but the three burst out laughing.

"No bad words." You said.

"We'll try bub, but you know not to repeat any of them." Chris said, making you nod.

The game began and you just watched, seeing some of the different clothes and your brothers soon realised the aim of the game and some features required money.

"Get that!" You cheered, pointing to some furry boots.

"Oh good call, sweetheart!" Matt cheered.

You smiled but Nick and Chris didn't approve. They didn't want to upset you as you picked them, so they picked on Matt instead.

"Matt! That's so not cool!" Nick exclaimed.

As the brothers fought, you just laughed, seeing Nick and Chris' pained faces as Matt ignored them, but screamed about how he couldn't turn the screen. Many swear words flew out their mouths, but you were smart and knew not to repeat them.

"You want a turn, kid?" Chris asked you.

"Can I!" You exclaimed.

"Of course, here you go!" He replied.

You giggled sitting on the chair at the front. You ran around looking at different items, with some help from your brothers.

"Want that!" You cheered, pointing to a dress on the wall.

Nick helped you get to it and pick it, letting you pick your favourite colour. By the time was up, you had a cute dress, some boots and a handbag. You smiled proudly at your work.

"Wooo! You go girl!" Nick cheered as you avatar walked the runway.

"You better get some fucking votes!" Matt grumbled.

"Matt!" Nick scolded.

"He's not wrong though." Chris said.

"True, you killed it." Nick agreed.

You were too focused on the screen, watching the other players show off. You were slightly confused at some of the outfit choices but only cared about your own and hoped you got some votes.

"What do I get if I win?" You asked.

"Um, if you are either first, second or third, we'll treat you to ice cream." Chris offered.

"Okay!" You cheered.

The results then came in and you cheered as your avatar was second place. The guys also cheered happy for you.

"Ice cream?" You then called, looking at your three brothers.

"Sure kiddo, once we're finished filming." Nick said with a nod.

You smiled and sat watching them carry on, mainly focused on what ice cream flavour your going to get.

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── ୨୧ !　5 TIMES CHRIS AND Y/N WERE CAUGHT KISSING

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where a fan creates a 5-minute video with all the times that Chris and Y/N were caught kissing.

WARNING: Making-out.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

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

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Chris and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch in the living room. They were half-watching a movie that had been playing for the past hour, but neither of them was truly invested. Chris's arm was draped lazily around Y/N's shoulders, his thumb drawing idle circles on her upper arm. It was one of those rare, peaceful evenings where they could just relax and enjoy each other's company, without the usual hustle and bustle of filming or the pressure of content creation hanging over Chris head.

Y/N was scrolling through her TikTok, a small smile playing on her lips as she came across fan edits and posts dedicated to Chris and his brothers. Her fingers stopped suddenly, her eyes widening as she stopped on a video with the caption: "Top 5 Times Chris and Y/N Were Caught Kissing in the Background." She let out a small laugh, nudging Chris's shoulder to get his attention.

"Baby, look at this." She muttered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and shyness. She turned the phone screen towards him, and his brows shot up in surprise as he read the title.

"Are you serious?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned closer to get a better view. "I didn't even know we were caught that many times."

Y/N pressed play, and the screen lit up with the fan edit.

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1. Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute. (Two Times)

The first clip was from a Baking Blind, Deaf, and Mute challenge, recorded when the triplets had visited their parents in Boston for their birthday.

The video opened with Nick standing in the foreground with Matt by his side, leaning casually on the marble table, his hands gesturing animatedly as he explained how that video would be with the participation of Y/N. His voice was filled with that signature mix of enthusiasm and sarcasm as usual.

As Nick continued to lay out the idea, the camera caught slightly Chris and Y/N in the background, standing by the fridge. Chris was holding a spatula in the air like a sword while staring at Y/N, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a playful grin tugged at his lips.

Next to him, Y/N was meticulously reading the ingredients list, ignoring his playful manner successfully, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to memorize the steps, fully aware that she wouldn’t be able to see anything in a few minutes.

The atmosphere was light and filled with anticipation, the kind that comes with knowing things were about to descend into playful chaos. Matt and Nick were already debating loudly over what constituted a valid ingredient while picking the necessary ones from the cabinets, their voices a blend of mock seriousness and barely-contained laughter.

But then, probably with the hope of being hidden behind his brothers' back, Chris leaned closer to Y/N, his shoulder brushing against hers. The gesture was subtle, almost as if he were seeking her out in the midst of the noise, a quiet connection just for them. Y/N looked up from the list, her eyes meeting his, and a soft laugh escaped her, the sound so gentle that the camera barely picked it up.

Listening to his favorite sound, Chris, with his eyes sparkling with mischief, turned fully toward Y/N. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear that drew another quiet laugh from her - just like his goal -, her smile wide and genuine, the kind that made her eyes crinkle at the corners.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Chris dipped his head and pressed a quick, tender kiss to her lips. It was brief, a mere brush of lips, but the affection behind it was palpable. Y/N’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she ducked her head, pretending to be engrossed in the ingredients list once more, though the small, secretive smile playing at her lips betrayed her.

Meanwhile, Matt started trying to talk to the camera, his voice raised to make sure the viewers could hear him over Nick's teasing.

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2. DTI

The second clip was from a particularly memorable livestream that Matt and Chris had done from Matt’s room. They had recently started playing a game called Dress to Impress, and after recording a small video for their YouTube channel where they played the game for the first time, it quickly became their newest obsession.

Y/N had been hanging out in the room during the stream, perched comfortably on Nick's chair off-camera. Although she wasn’t actively participating in the game, her presence was felt in subtle ways; every now and then, a hand would appear on the edge of the screen, holding out a bottle of water, an energy drink or a bowl of snacks for the boys. Each time, Chris would glance away from the screen just long enough to offer her a grateful smile or a quick thank you before returning to the chaos on Matt's monitor.

On this particular moment, the livestream had taken an amusing turn. Matt was deeply engrossed in a competition against another player who had, to his disbelief, apparently copied his entire outfit design. His face was a mix of shock and indignation, his voice rising with every word as he expressed his frustration.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh loudly. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he listened to his brother’s angry words, his eyes focused on the screen.

It was in this moment that Y/N leaned forward, her face suddenly appearing in the corner of the camera. She moved quietly, almost as if she was sneaking up on Chris, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly - something about 'knowing that Matt would win either way, since he - Chris - was the creative mind who helped creating the outfit'.

Chris’s reaction was immediate. The playful grin he had been wearing just moments before softened into something warmer, more affectionate. He turned his head slightly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with a look that was full of amusement. Without a second thought, he leaned in, catching her lips in a quick, sweet kiss. The kiss was fleeting, lasting only a second before Y/N pulled back, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she disappeared back into the background.

The moment was so brief that it could have easily gone unnoticed, especially with Matt’s voice still rising as he ranted about the blatant theft of his outfit. But their fans were nothing if not observant. The chat lit up almost instantly, viewers flooding the comments with a mixture of excitement and teasing.

Despite his attempts to play it cool, Chris couldn’t help the faint blush that crept up his cheeks. The tips of his ears turned pink as he tried to brush off the attention, focusing back on the game with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Alright, alright, focus on Matt, not me." He said, trying to redirect the conversation, though his smile never wavered.

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3. Fortnite Late Night

The third clip captured a moment during one of Matt and Chris's late-night gaming streams, "Fortnite Late Night." Each brother was in his own bedroom, Chris’s camera angled perfectly to frame his upper body, revealing a glimpse of his bed in the background, the soft light from his monitor casting a cool, blue glow over the room.

Meanwhile, Y/N had been upstairs, finishing up in the kitchen. The quiet house amplified the sound of her soft footsteps as she went to the stairs, heading towards the room she shared with Chris.

When Y/N reached the end of the steps and stepped into their bedroom, she found Chris completely engrossed in the game. His posture was tense, shoulders slightly hunched forward, eyes fixed on the screen with an intense concentration. The dim lighting highlighted his features - his lips were slightly parted, pink and plump, forming a small, unintentional pout, and his dark brown eyebrows were knitted together in focus.

He didn’t notice her at first, his mind fully absorbed in the game, but Y/N couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked in his concentrated state.

She was ready to crawl into bed, exhausted from the day, but there was one thing she had to do before she could even think about sleep. It was a nightly ritual at this point. No matter how tired she was, Y/N couldn’t fall asleep without saying goodnight to Chris.

Moving with sleepy steps, she walked over to where he sat. Chris didn’t need to look up to know she was there; he could sense her presence. As she leaned over the back of his chair, he could feel the soft brush of her hair against his neck, a comforting sensation that made him momentarily forget about the game.

"Goodnight, honey." Y/N whispered softly, her voice low and gentle, meant only for his ears. But her words, though quiet, were picked up by his sensitive microphone, echoing faintly through the livestream, reaching the ears of the hundreds of fans watching.

Without hesitation, and without any regard for the live audience, Chris tilted his head back, silently asking for his goodnight kiss. It was an instinctual, almost automatic gesture. Y/N, smiling at his adorable demand, obliged him, leaning down to press her lips against his in a tender, familiar kiss.

The angle was a bit awkward, the kiss upside down, but it didn’t matter, it was soft and unhurried.

On the other end of the game, Matt was fully aware of what had just happened. The sudden silence from Chris’s side was enough of a giveaway, and when he glanced at the small preview screen showing Chris’s camera, he saw it all. Matt smirked but kept his eyes on the game, unfazed by the interruption - he had grown used to these moments.

"Dude." Matt finally spoke up after Y/N’s figure disappeared behind Chris’s back, his tone dripping with teasing exasperation. "Can’t you keep your PDA for when we’re not live?"

Chris didn’t even flinch. With a lazy grin spreading across his face, he shrugged, entirely unapologetic.

"Sorry, couldn’t help it." He replied, his voice light and carefree. The grin on his face said it all - he wasn’t sorry at all.

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4. hello world

It had been a late-night gaming session - again -, one of those times when Chris and Matt were fully immersed in it, talking to fans while navigating through Dress to Impress. The energy in Chris’s room was electric, with his monitors casting a blue glow that bathed everything in a dim light. His headset was on, and he was deeply focused, his eyes glued to the screen.

But the concentration was constantly broken by Chris’s rumbling stomach and the string of complaints that followed.

"Ugh, I’m so hungry." He groaned into the mic, making a face. "Seriously, I could eat a whole pizza right now."

Matt laughed on the other end of the line, his voice crackling through the headphones.

"Dude, we just had dinner like three hours ago."

"Yeah, and?" Chris shot back, pausing for a second to take a sip of his energy drink. "That was hours ago. I’m starving. Hey chat, send food!" He laughed at his own joke, glancing over at the live comments.

Little did Chris know, Y/N was watching the livestream from the living room. She’d been lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she heard his complaints. A smile spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind. She knew Chris’s favorite takeout place just down the street and decided to surprise him.

She slipped on a pair of sneakers, grabbed her keys, and headed out. The whole trip took barely fifteen minutes. When she returned, the aroma of Chris’s favorite meal wafted through the bag she was carrying, and she made her way quietly up the stairs to their room.

Chris was still completely absorbed in his game, his back to the door. He didn’t notice when she slipped in, the door clicking softly behind her. Y/N could hear him talking to his brother, still complaining about his hunger, completely oblivious to her presence.

She smiled to herself, holding back a giggle as she crept closer. She set the bag down on his desk next to his keyboard, the movement catching his attention. Chris looked up, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there, holding out the takeout bag with a grin.

"Hey." She whispered, leaning in close so the mic wouldn’t pick up her voice - unsuccessfully. "I heard you were hungry."

Chris’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He pulled off his headset, letting it hang around his neck, and stretched out his arms to catch the bag from her.

"Oh my God, you’re the best." He said, his voice low and filled with genuine affection. He opened the bag, inhaling deeply, and let out a content sigh. "You got my favorite!"

Y/N nodded, her smile growing wider.

"I know you too well."

Without another word, Chris set the bag down and reached out, pulling Y/N into his arms, forcing her to bent her upper body. He didn’t care that the stream was still going or that his brother and the fans were waiting. In that moment, all he could think about was how thoughtful and sweet she was. He tilted his head up, capturing her lips in a deep, grateful kiss.

Y/N kissed him back, her hands resting on his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sweatpants.

It wasn’t until they broke apart that Chris remembered they were still live. He glanced over at his screen, the chat scrolling so fast it was a blur, and he could see the comments exploding.

Chris laughed, picking up his headset and sliding it back on.

"Sorry, guys." He said into the mic, a huge grin on his face. "Got a little distracted there. Y/N just brought me food, so, uh, I’m gonna eat while we keep playing."

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5. We became dad's for 24 hours!!! (to eggs)

The last clip was one of a quiet, intimate moment captured during one of the boys' more absurd challenges: taking care of an egg as if it were their own child for 24 hours.

It was the middle of the early morning, the clock barely ticking past 3 AM, when the sound of three simultaneous alarms pierced the stillness of the house. The sharp, grating beeps echoed through the rooms, signaling that it was time for them to wake up and "feed" their eggs.

The absurdity of the situation was only amplified by the ungodly hour, the boys' groggy voices muttering incoherently as they stumbled around, trying to remember where they had left their fragile "children".

Y/N, who had been curled up in bed, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep, found herself jolted awake by the noise. Her eyelids were heavy, barely lifting as she pushed herself up from the bed.

Dressed in one of Chris's oversized T-shirt that hung loosely over her frame and a pair of soft pajama shorts, she looked the very picture of someone who had been dragged from sleep far too early. Her hair was tousled, a wild halo around her face, and her eyes were half-closed as she shuffled out of the room.

She used the commotion as an excuse to get a drink of water, her feet moving on autopilot as she padded quietly into the kitchen. The house was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the big window and the faint blue light of the fridge as she pulled it open.

The boys’ sleepy voices floated to her from the living room, muffled but distinct, each of them trying to outdo the other in their groggy banter about their "kids".

Chris was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, his body sinking into the cushions, looking cozy yet disheveled. His legs were stretched out, feet propped up on the coffee table, and his head was tilted back, his eyes blinking slowly as he tried to stay awake. He was mumbling something about the challenge, his words barely coherent.

Y/N, still in her sleepy haze, wandered toward them, her footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. The coolness of the water bottle in her hand provided a small comfort as she made her way toward Chris, passing by Matt’s legs, narrowly avoiding his outstretched foot, and maneuvered around the coffee table until she stood in front of her boyfriend.

Chris’s gaze followed her movements, his tired eyes lighting up slightly as he watched her approach. His arms opened wide, almost instinctively, inviting her into his embrace without needing to say a word. There was a small, sleepy smile on his lips, one that matched the one Y/N gave him as she stepped closer. The moment was quiet, almost dreamlike, the world around them fading into the background as she climbed over his legs and nestled into his lap.

She settled herself against him, her legs folded up on the couch as her body molded against his. The right side of her body pressed against his chest, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her. Her head found its place on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling gently against the exposed skin of his neck.

Chris’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, causing Y/N to smile against his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she tilted her head back just enough to look up at him.

Almost automatically, Chris leaned down again, their lips meeting in a soft, lazy kiss. It was gentle, a mere brush of lips, but it was enough to make Y/N’s heart flutter.

When they pulled back, Y/N let out a small sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled back into the curve of his neck. Chris held her close, his hand resting on her back, his thumb stroking gently up and down in a soothing rhythm, letting his brothers finish what they wanted to say before going to bed again.

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The video ended, and Y/N hit pause before it replayed again by itself, looking up at Chris, who was leaning back with a satisfied smile.

"Wow." She started, dragging out the word. "Look at you, Mister Romantic."

Chris shrugged, unabashed.

"What can I say? When you've got a girlfriend as amazing as you, you just... can't help yourself."

Y/N, sitting up and adjusting her position, rolled her eyes but smiled, her cheeks tinged pink.

"You’re such a dork." She muttered, but there was affection in her voice.

"And you love it." Chris shot back, leaning down, pressing a kiss to her temple, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, leaning into his touch.

"I really do."

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extra - comments:

"this compilation was the perfect one to prove what the boys said about chris being the only one who would make-out with his girlfriend in front of everyone 😭"

"stop, the way chris looks at Y/N in every clip???? ugh, I NEED this 😩"

"forget the baking, chris and Y/N's little kiss right there? too cute omg"

"okay but that livestream moment when Y/N brings chris food 😭 she's so thoughtful and caring ;(("

"chris and Y/N in the background just being all lovey-dovey while matt and nick are doing their thing is EVERYTHING!!! they’re so in love it hurts 🥺"

"honestly, I’m all here for how they’re always caught kissing like they forget the cameras are on 😞"

"chris couldn't even focus on the game anymore after Y/N kissed him LMAOOO, he's down bad, guys"

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!! Y/N laying on chris lap while they do their thing with their eggs omg 🤧🤧 they're so precious"

[matts-girlfriend]

It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 2

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters.

The lights were already set up in the back corner—softbox glowing like a halo in a room that had probably never seen anything holy. The photographer was someone you knew in passing. Quiet. Quick. Paid in cash. The shoot wasn’t meant to be deep. Just new promo shots for the shop. Gritty, raw, marketable.

Chris looked like he belonged in front of the camera.

But he also looked like he couldn’t care less.

You finished your last touch—lip balm, matte, barely noticeable. He hadn’t said anything for the past few minutes, which was… suspicious. He was either holding back or reloading.

“There,” you said, stepping back, satisfied. “Try not to sweat it off.”

He gave you a look. “You nervous I’m gonna ruin your masterpiece?”

“I’m not worried,” you said, already packing up your brushes. “You’re not that unforgettable.”

Matt laughed from the couch again. “She's fun I like her.”

Chris didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth curled.

⸻

He was good at pretending the camera didn’t exist.

Leaning against the back wall, hoodie off now, plain black tee stretched across inked arms, cigarette tucked behind one ear. The camera loved him.

You watched from the sidelines. Leaning back on the counter, arms crossed, phone in your hand but not really looking at it. Chris had a way of taking up space without even trying. He’d shift his jaw a little, drag a hand through his hair, look dead into the lens like he was barley even there.

The photographer asked him to switch angles. Chris turned, only halfway listening.

“Can I get the makeup artist to adjust his jawline highlight?” the photographer called out. “Just catching weird light.”

You sighed. Of course.

You walked back over, not looking at Chris until you were directly in front of him. He was sitting now, back against the wall, leg bent. His eyes lifted when you stepped between his knees—like he felt you before he saw you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, pulling a brush from your belt.

“Like what?” he asked, voice low.

“Like you’ve already decided how this ends.”

Chris’s tongue slid across his bottom lip, slow. “Haven’t even thought about the ending yet.”

You ignored him, angled his face just slightly. Your hand brushed his jaw, and he didn’t breathe. Neither did you.

The tension crackled like the cigarette behind his ear might actually light itself.

You worked fast. Feather-light. But the moment still stretched, slow and too much and not enough. Your fingers moved down the side of his face, knuckles grazing the edge of his throat.

“Your hands are soft,” he said.

“Your flirting’s lazy,” you shot back, stepping away.

Matt shook his head from across the room.

Nick was watching now, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like he already regretted letting this happen.

“You done?” the photographer asked.

You nodded, not looking at Chris.

“Back to it,” Nick said, voice sharp enough to cut tension.

Chris smirked as he stood. “You’re fun.”

You didn’t say anything.

Because you were already replaying the moment your hands touched his skin.

And it was annoying.

Because you didn’t fall for boys like him.

Because you’d sworn off stoners with tattoo's and complicated eyes.

Because you didn’t believe in first meetings meaning anything.

But when he glanced at you over his shoulder before stepping in front of the lens again—grinning like he already knew you’d be a problem—

you felt something shift.

Not big. Not dramatic.

Just a spark.

Right in the center of your chest.

And God, you hated it.

a/n: she’s lowk dramatic asf that interaction was not that deep -Mari

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Long day- matt Sturniolo

Summary: You had a long day at work and matt gives you some lovin to help with your long day :)

Warnings: SMUT, P in V, parsing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, use of Y/N, Dirty talking, Degradation, aftercare!

A/N: I LOVE SWEET MATT!! ITS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! ignore the song, i couldn’t find one so since he knows sm about bags

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Today has genuinely been the worst and longest day of my life. I’ve worked front desk at a salon for the last year and a half now, i had people coming in asking me about what to do for their hair type, karen’s complaining about their hair, just overall horrible, im just the front desk lady for right now i cant really tell these fucking people what to do, make a damn appointment. Matt and I have been together for 3 years, and have been dating to the public for a year and a half, when i graduated cosmetology school. thankfully after this cursed wednesday evening i was on my way to Matt and i’s house that we also share with his triplet brothers. i pull into the driveway and make my way to the door and unlocking it.

“Baby?” i yell walking up the steps.

“he’s been in his room playing video games streaming for like 4 hours” nick says shooting me a quick smile before looking back at his phone.

i knock softly on the door “jesus christ im streaming guys” matt slams his head set down on his table and opens the door “Wha- oh my god Y/N i’m so sorry i thought it was one of them” he says quickly changing his tone giving me a soft peck on the lips.

“it’s fine” i breath out giving him a smile walking into his room.

“tell the stream Hi, baby” he pulls my hand into frame making me force a smile onto my face.

“hi everyone” i awkwardly wave to his camera watching the chat go absolutely crazy when i entered.

“okay well i’m gonna end this cause the mother of my future kids just got here” he says making a smile appear on my face.

he ends the stream and turns around facing me almost analyzing me.

“why do you keep looking at me like that?” i roll my eyes and make my way to our shared closet pulling out a pair of his sweats and a T shirt of his.

he walks towards me leaning against the door frame “all of your clothes in that closet and you still choose to wear mine, but to answer your question you seem off” he says softening his tone.

“i’m fucking fine matt, damn, all on my ass for nothing” i groan out pushing him out of my way and falling on the bed scrolling on my phone.

“umm okay” he huffs sitting down next to me on the bed “so how was work?” he says breaking the silence of tiktok playing in the background.

i groan “it was long i guess” i place my phone on the bedside table and turn towards him.

“you guess?” he questions giving me a soft smile.

“find it was so dreadful, answering calls from people who can look up these answers on google, and oh my god i had this karen come in and” i laugh softly “and she literally accidentally tried this hair mask and fried half her hair and blamed it on me, knowing i’m just the front desk representative, then on top of all of that this lady yelled at me for eating carrots at the front desk” i say while he’s staring at me passionately listening to everything i have to say.

“did you say anything to that lady who yelled at you?” he asked while looking in my eyes as passionately as he can.

“my manager heard her yelling at me calling me ‘unprofessional and rude’ and ended up almost calling the cops on her for causing a disturbance” i smile back at him.

“well it sounds like to me you need a little distraction from your long day at work eh?” he smirks leaning into me as i playfully roll my eyes and lean into him crashing his lips onto mine smiling into his kiss.

he softly places his hand on my cheek pointing his tongue out a little begging to explore my mouth, i slightly open my mouth as his tongue dives into my mouth immediately taking dominance from my tongue and intertwining with mine. his hand travels from my cheek to my breast giving my bare breast a gentle squeeze causing a soft whimper to escape my lips. his hand travels down to my waist and toying with the waistband of my his sweatpants.

“can i?” matt pulls away and softly asks me.

i smile and playfully roll my eyes “yes matt you can”

he carefully crawls on top of me tapping my waist as a signal to lift my hips up. he pulls my pink lacy underwear and pants down together in one throwing them on the other side of the room.

“such a pretty pussy” he says softly running his slim fingers in between my wet folds collecting my arousal onto his fingers “and so wet” he smirks back up at me.

“matt” i drag his name out in a whine, “please don’t tease me” i stare desperately into his eyes through my eyelashes.

“Only because you asked so nicely my love” he smiles at me leaning down and starts placing mouth kisses directly into my clit flicking upwards with his tongue.

“Oh fuck Matt” I moan out placing my hand on top of his head and pulling at his hair causing him to grunt through my pussy sending vibrations through me.

“You like this hm?” he smiles and shoves his fingers into my hole curving them slightly upward and making me go absolutely insane.

“Yes!” I chant repeatedly.

My walls tighten around his fingers and my clit spasms between his teeth. “Someone’s close eh?” he smirks leaning his head upwards while moving his fingers in and out while reaching my sensitive clit with his thumb making figure 8 movements around my bud.

“S-so close Matt” I cry out arching my back off the bed and rolling my eyes back.

“Uh-huh? You close?” he taunts smiling at me and immediately thrusts his fingers into me touching my G-spot so easily.

“YES- FUCK MATT” My hips twitched upwards “FUCK I'M GONNA CUM” I scream out bucking my hips up.

“Come on baby, cum for me” his voice softens looking down at me coming unglued from just his fingers with amusement in his eyes.

With just his words, the knot in my stomach broke and cum dripped down from me and onto his fingers.

He lightly tapped my leg “I ain't done with you just yet, sweetheart” he said smirking at me.

“Matt I don't know if I can take another one..” I said out of breath still coming down from my very intense orgasm.

“You know your safe word, Y/N,” he says ripping his shirt off. “And you never have to be afraid of using it, I'll stop immediately you know this.” he pulls his sweatpants and boxers off in one freeing his hard cock and slapping his stomach.

he crawls over me placing my legs on either side of his hips and slowly agonizing using his tip to slide through my wet folds teasing me.

“Matt,” i whine “please fuck me”

“Patience sweet girl, patience” he smiles at me slapping his cock on my clit and making me jerk upwards and squeal.

He slowly puts his tip into me then removes it and slowly enters it again and removes it before roughly bottoming out into me gripping the headboard for support making his knuckles white.

“Oh Matt” i moan out.

He rolls his hips deeper into me smirking down at me “You like this hm? God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, and taking it so fucking well” he groans out.

My legs wrap around his waist forcing his body to get deeper each time he pushes himself into me making my eyes roll back into my head causing me to see starts, My moans become hoarse from the strain on my voice.

“Aww has my gorgeous whore gone dumb? Can't talk? What happened to all that attitude you had earlier?” he grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Uh huh, uh huh” i bite my lower lip and nodding vigorously.

“Words or I stop” he thrusts his hips deeper into me and maintains his violent thrusts.

“YES MATT FUCK- RIGHT FUCKIN THERE” I finally answer him with a strain in my voice.

My response only made him thrust into me deeper and faster. My cervix spasms around his cock signaling how close i am making a long groan exit from his lips. “Hold it”

He rolls his hips and pounds his hips into mine “Matt” I drag out his name with a moan.

“Come on, you got it” he nods his head continuing to thrust and abuse my cervix.

“S-so f-fucking close” I whisper scream out.

“Cum” he buries his head into my neck moving his hips in a way that kisses my cervix making me release all over his cock creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His thrusts become sloppier as he releases into me painting my once pink walls a nice white color and slowly pulling out watching a mixture of his cum and mine slowly fall from my hole.

He vaults to his bathroom quickly so no one catches a glimpse of him or me in our naked state to grabs a warm cloth and slowly runs it down my legs cleaning him and me up before lying next to me placing my head on his chest.

“I'm sorry for the attitude I had earlier, I just had a rough day and shouldn't have taken it out on you,” I say “Thank you for lighting my mood up” I smile facing the TV drawing small circles on his stomach.

“Hey don't worry about it, we all got bad days baby, I'm just glad you're good now, that's all that matters to me” he softly says running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp and falling fast asleep in Matts arms.

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A/N Pt 2: HEY LOVES!! Sorry I haven't been so active in trying to recover from being violently hungover for the last 2 days LMFAOO… I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! i promise ill be active more!!

[megamett44-lover]

what if you write a fic about the triplets and the reader going through a drive thru - but - the reader gets ketchup on their burger. when the triplets and reader get to the sturniolo house to hang out afterwards, matt and reader are hanging out and matt gives the reader a kiss. since the reader had ketchup before, he's trying to ignore it and like trying to hide it because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings but she ends up finding out anyways- and just finds it hilarious. (it could be an established relationship or they confess and then kiss, whichever you think works better)

love your works and take your time writing this one <33

thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Matt Sturniolo × Reader

Summary: In which a trip down memory lane leads to a confession

Warnings/Notes: Profanity, she/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

First Kiss

It was exactly 12:02 a.m. when my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I push my textbooks off my lap and roll over to grab my phone. A simple “Come outside” from Matt is at the top of my notifications.

“This kid and his ominous texts.” I laugh, putting on my slippers.

Locking my apartment and making my way downstairs, I notice the minivan parked in front of the building.

“Hey Y/N!” Chris screams as he pops his head through the sunroof.

“Shut up!” I whisper-shout. “There are people who are actually sleeping in there and I don’t feel like getting evicted my first month here!”

Walking to the drivers side, I open the back door to see Madi and Nick.

“Hey guys.” I say, getting in and sitting on the floor between Nick and Madi.

“Hey girl.” Madi says.

“Were you asleep? You look exhausted.” Nick notes.

“Gee thanks.” I roll my eyes playfully. “I was actually studying for my test tomorrow.”

“Gross school.” Chris comments.

“Very gross.” I groan. “Not that I don’t love you guys or anything, but why am I here?”

“You need a break from being holed up in your tiny ass apartment.” Chris says.

“And we missed you.” Madi adds.

“So we’re going to Mcdonald’s.” Matt says, backing out of the parking lot.

“Oh I’d kill for a big mac right now.” I say, mouth watering at the idea.

“And we may or may not be filming a little.” Nick says, referring to the camera in his lap. “If you don’t want to be in it, that’s totally fine too!”

“That’s fine.” I say. “But I look like a homeless rat.”

“You don’t look like a homeless rat.” Matt says.

“Yeah, you look like a rat with a very nice apartment.” Chris jokes.

“I actually hate you.” I mumble as everyone laughs.

Pulling into the McDonalds drive through, Nick orders for everyone. We get our food and find a secluded parking lot and set up to film.

Taking a bite from my burger, I sigh. “This burger is so fucking good.”

“It’s not that serious, Y/N.” Chris laughs.

“I haven’t had McDonalds in forever.” I protest. “It is that serious.”

“Alright, we asked you guys to send in some things you want us to talk about from our childhood, so we’re going to be doing that.” Nick says.

“Oh God.” I groan, closing my eyes. “This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Why?” Madi asks.

“Because Y/N used to be a dork.” Chris laughs.

“Okay at least I didn’t sleep in a Pokémon onsie until I was 12.” I say.

“That was me!” Matt says.

“Oh I know.” I laugh.

Nick looks down at his phone, pulling up Instagram to check the answers from his story. “What’s one injury you remember from childhood?”

“Probably the time Justin hit me with a golf club.” Matt says.

“That was terrifying.” I say. “I remember Nick running to my house in his underwear freaking out because he didn’t like blood.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that.” Nick says. “Your mom was so confused.”

“Mine was probably when Chris pushed me off of the monkey bars at school and I got a concussion.” I say, taking a french fry from the bag.

“I did not push you!” Chris exclaims.

“You most definitely did.” Matt corrects.

“Yeah because I just so happened to fall off of the monkey bars.” I say sarcastically.

“You were clumsy.” Chris says.

“Matt witnessed it!” I say, throwing a fry at Chris.

“Yeah, you were mad because she cut in front of you in line, so you pushed her off.” Matt explains.

“Whatever.” Chris grumbles.

“One time, Y/N was yelling at me to come downstairs and I fell because someone put oil on the top step.” Nick says.

“In my defense, it was Chris’ idea.” I say.

“Yeah that was me, I’ll admit that.” Chris says.

“You were a demon, oh my God.” Madi laughs.

“He still is.” Matt agrees.

“Oooo what do you think about this one, Y/N?” Nick asks, showing me his phone.

Someone had wrote “Tell us about your first kiss!”

I genuinely start rolling laughing. “I don’t know, I don’t want your fan girls to hate me for this.”

“What is it?” Matt asks.

Nick responds by passing his phone up front to Matt and Chris. Matt reads it and his cheeks immediately turn red.

“Oh this is good!” Chris says. “I say Y/N and Matt goes first.”

Matt rolls his eyes and puts his face in his hands.

“Alright, so we’re going to be talking about our first kisses.” I say. “And mine just so happened to be with Matt.”

Madi gasps. “No way.” She laughs.

“Yes way.” I laugh with her. “We were like what, 13, 14, Matt?”

“I was in 8th grade and you were in 7th, so yeah that sounds right.” Matt says muffled through his hands.

“I was getting picked on because I was the only girl in my friend group who hadn’t had a first kiss yet and I was complaining to Matt about it.” I say.

“This is so cheesy.” Nick laughs.

“Shut up!” I laugh. “So I was complaining to Matt about it and he offered to be my first kiss. So we kissed. That’s it.”

“So wait, was she your first kiss too?” Madi asks Matt.

“Yeah, she was.” Matt answers.

“That’s so cute!” Madi exclaims.

“It was super awkward.” I say. “We made a promise to never talk about it again, until now, I guess.”

“Matt did not abide by that promise.” Nick says.

“Yeah, kid would not shut up about it for like 6 months after it happened.” Chris agrees.

“Okay, yeah, yeah. It’s y’all’s turn.” Matt says, clearly embarrassed.

“Aww Matt’s embarrassed.” Chris teases, poking Matt’s ribs. “He had a little cwushy-wushy on Y/N.”

“Hey, you tried to kiss me in kindergarten!” I say, pointing to Chris. “I had almost forgot about that!”

“It was a dare!” Chris says.

“Don’t worry guys, I didn’t kiss Chris because he had cooties.” I laugh.

“I did not have cooties!” Chris says. “You were the one who made that up and told everyone!”

“I only made it up because you pushed me off the monkey bars!” I say.

“I didn’t push you!” Chris yells.

“Yes you did!” Matt and I say at the same time.

“Uh oh, not the couple ganging up on me!” Chris throws up his hands dramatically.

“Alright, cootie boy.” I roll my eyes.

“You know what?” Chris says, practically launching himself into the backseat trying to tickle me.

“Madi help!” I scream, trying to deflect Chris as much as possible.

“You guys are actually children.” Nick says.

“Oh you want some too, big dog?” Chris says, shifting his attention to Nick.

“Chris!” Nick screams, almost dropping his Dr.Pepper on him.

The rest of the video goes off without a hitch. By the time we were finished filming, it was 2:30 a.m.

“Madi is gonna stay with us tonight, you wanna just stay at ours?” Nick asks, packing up the camera.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Chris says. “It’ll be just like old times.”

“I can never say no to a sleepover.” I laugh. “Count me in.”

“Thank God, I’ll need some female energy in that house.” Madi says, dapping me up.

As we drove back to the triplets house, I had noticed Matt was extra quiet. I put it off as being tired, but the way I kept catching him look at me in the rear view mirror made me think otherwise.

Pulling into the house, we all piled out and made our way inside.

“Goodnight, everyone.” Nick says, venturing off to his room.

Madi hugged me. “See you in the morning!” She says, following behind Nick.

“Where you sleeping, Y/N?” Chris asks. “You know my rooms always open.”

I laugh. “No offense, Chris, but you won’t be going to sleep for another three hours and I’m exhausted.” I flop down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me. “I’ll just sleep here.”

“No way.” Matt says. “You do not have to sleep on the couch. You can stay in mine if you want?”

Chris laughs, making kissy noises as he walks downstairs to his room.

“Jesus, that kid.” I laugh. I look over at Matt, who is looking at me with expectant eyes. “Yeah, I’ll sleep in your room, if that’s cool?”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Matt says, walking down the hall to his room.

“Okay, Flo-Rida.” I say, following him.

Matt flops down on the bed, throwing a pillow over his face. Walking over, I yank the pillow off of him.

“Hey!” He protests.

I sit down beside him. “Okay, spill.” I demand.

Matt looks at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since I talked about our kiss, you’ve been acting weird. Spill.” I say.

“I haven’t.” Matt says. “I’m just tired.”

“Mhm.” I say. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” Matt rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t.” I shrug. I roll over to the other side of the bed, getting under the blankets.

Matt flips the lights off, before joining me in bed.

“Goodnight, Matt.” I say, rolling over to face him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Matt says, pulling the blankets over him as well.

It’s silent for about 5 minutes, and I feel myself starting to doze off, when suddenly, the weight in the bed shifts. I open my eyes to see Matt sitting up beside me.

“Matt, what’re you-” I start.

“I like you, Y/N.” Matt blurts out.

I blink my eyes really hard to make sure I’m not dreaming and I shake my head.

“Ever since we were kids, I’ve liked you.” Matt says. “The feelings would come and go, and I really tried to make them go for the sake of our friendship, but I really, really like you, Y/N.”

Matt looks back at me as I stare wide-eyed at him. “Really?” I whisper.

“Why do you think I volunteered to be your first kiss?” Matt asks. “Chris wasn’t lying when he said I talked about that kiss for 6 months. He wasn’t lying when he said I had a crush on you. I could just…never find the right time to tell you.”

I sit up beside Matt, grabbing his hand. “I really wish you would’ve told me sooner.” I say.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Matt says. “You don’t know how much it killed me to see you with other guys, Y/N. That shit was so unbearable.”

It’s silent for a moment before Matt sighs deeply.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I really do. But I just had to tell you so-” I cut Matt off by placing my lips on his.

Feeling his lips against mine, suddenly I’m 13 again in Boston having my first kiss with my best friend. His hands find the sides of my face and it’s like the world stopped spinning. It’s like everything around us has faded away and it’s just us.

We pull away slowly, each of us gasping for air.

“I don’t know where I got the balls to do that.” I whisper. I open my eyes to notice Matt grimacing a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no. Nothings wrong.” Matt says, grabbing my hand.

“No, something is definitely wrong.” I say.

Matt turns a little red before looking at his lap. “It’s just…was there ketchup on your burger earlier?”

“Yeah…?” I say, confused. And then it suddenly makes sense. I throw myself back into the bed, dying in a fit of laughter. “Oh my God!” I laugh, gasping for air.

I sit up, looking at Matt. “I am so sorry.” I say, still laughing.

“It’s okay.” He says, smiling. “I’ll taste ketchup every day as long as it’s from your lips.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He smiles. “So is it safe to say you feel the same?”

“Don’t make me kiss you with my ketchup breath again, Matthew.” I say.

“Is that a promise?” Matt asks, slowly pulling me back into another kiss.

a/n: help this is one of the longest stories I’ve written. but if I were to make a tag list, who would want to be added to it???

[nicksno1simp]

Cant Stay Mad

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Nick Sturniolo X Markus Rhodes

Wc:1000+

Genre:Angst

Warnings:swearing

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The door slammed shut behind Nick, the echo sharp and final. The room was quiet, the kind of silence that weighs down on your chest and makes your ears ring. Nick tossed his keys onto the counter, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Markus stood across the room, arms folded, eyes already locked onto him like he’d been waiting.

“So you weren’t gonna answer any of my texts?” Markus’s voice was low, edged with that dangerous calm before the storm.

Nick didn’t look at him. “Didn’t think there was anything to say.”

Markus scoffed. “Seriously? After the shit you pulled today?”

Nick turned sharply. “What shit, Markus? That I was working? That I didn’t have time to baby you through another one of your insecure episodes?”

“Oh my god—fuck you,” Markus snapped, stepping forward. “You ignored me all day. You bailed on lunch without a word. And then I see you laughing it up in a video like everything’s fine?”

“I was fine until this!” Nick shot back. “You act like I’m your emotional support dog. I have shit going on too, Markus!”

“Yeah, but you don’t talk about it. You just shut me out and expect me to wait around like I’m supposed to guess what’s wrong.”

Nick’s hands were shaking. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt anymore. Maybe both. “I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of having to perform all day, be okay for everyone else, and then come home and feel like I’m still not enough for you.”

Markus blinked, that sentence landing like a punch. “Not enough?” he whispered. “Nick, I’ve only ever wanted you. I don’t give a shit if you’re tired or messy or quiet—I just want you to talk to me. I want to matter.”

“You do,” Nick said quickly, breath hitching. “You do matter. But sometimes you make it so hard to breathe, Markus. You ask and ask and I give and give and suddenly I’m empty and it’s still not enough for you.”

A silence fell between them, tense and raw.

“I’m not trying to drain you,” Markus said softly, voice cracking. “I just… I get scared. That you’ll stop needing me. That I’m just background noise in your world of cameras and chaos.”

Nick looked away, jaw clenched. His voice was barely above a whisper. “And I’m scared that one day I’m gonna open up and it still won’t be enough. That I’ll tell you everything, and you’ll just… walk away.”

Markus stepped closer, his eyes glossy now. “Do you think I’d really leave you like that?”

Nick didn’t answer. His silence said enough.

Markus swallowed thickly, trying to steady his voice. “I’m not going anywhere. Even when it’s ugly. Even when it’s this. I want all of you, Nick. Not just the pieces you think are okay to show.”

Nick blinked rapidly, eyes stinging. “I don’t know how to do that without ruining everything.”

Markus reached for his hand—hesitantly, like Nick might flinch away—but Nick didn’t.

“Then let’s ruin it together,” Markus whispered. “Because I’d rather fight with you than be okay with anyone else.”

Nick looked up finally, really looked. At the boy who knew how to push every button and still knew when to soften. At the person who stayed, even when Nick made it hard.

He exhaled shakily and let the wall he’d built all day begin to crumble.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said, barely audible.

“Me too,” Markus replied.

They stood there, surrounded by silence again, but this time it didn’t feel so heavy.

It felt like a start.

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A nicksno1simp original

A/N: First time writing angst, what y’all think? Should I make a part 2? 😅