#iluvmatt

[im-a-matt-girl]

"Nurse"

I wake up in the hospital... again. I hate being chronically ill, but unfortunately, I am not surprised. The clinical smell, the hazy lights, the faint beeping of machinery - it's all too familiar to me.

I feel something lightly touching my arm. I turn to look at it, and there is a nurse changing out one of the IVs in my butterfly catheter. He is breathtakingly beautiful, with dark, wavy hair and pale skin. His eyes are electric blue, and they are currently focused on his task. It may just be the meds I'm on, but I swear there is a halo surrounding his head. He looks like an angel.

"Hi," I breathe.

He looks at me as his hands continue do their work from muscle memory. "Sorry," he apologizes in a low voice. His voice is pleasant and soft. "I was trying not to wake you."

"It's okay," I smile. I squint to read his name tag. "Matt?"

"Mhm," he smiles. He throws the ball of trash in his fingers away and looks at me attentively. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I tell him. "Well, I've been better, honestly."

His eyes crinkle up, and I can tell that he's smiling, even though he's wearing a mask over his nose and mouth. "I'll try to get you out of here soon, I promise. Just let me know if you need anything, okay? Don't hesitate to press the button." He hands me the remote to my hospital bed, which has a button to call a nurse whenever I want.

"Okay," I say, taking the remote from him. "My guardian angel."

His ears flush pink, and I hear a faint giggle from behind his mask. "I'll see you in a little while. I have to go check on other patients."

"Hurry back," I whisper faintly as he turns away from me. I want to see him again as soon as possible.

Every time he comes into my hospital room after that, my heart swells at the sight of him. "Hi, Matt," I greet him. I always greet the nurses by their names whenever I see them, but I especially love saying his name.

"Hey," he says back to me, as usual. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, now that you're here," I tell him.

His eyes crinkle up again. "Glad to hear that," he says. "You're going home soon. The doctor will be in to go over the paperwork with you, okay?"

"Okay…" I reply, a bit wistfully. "I'm gonna miss you, though." I'm still feeling a bit loopy from the medicine, so I have no filter right now.

Matt sighs. "I hope I won't have to see you in here anytime soon," he says. "I would be sad if anything bad happened to you again."

My heart skips a beat. The thought of making Matt sad nearly brings me to tears. "I promise I'll take better care of myself," I utter.

"Good," he says, smiling again. "Maybe if I see you outside of this hospital, I'll say 'hey,' okay?"

"Deal," I say, giving him a thumbs up.

Matt gives me a thumbs up back. "Cool," he says. "Take care."

It's been a few weeks since I've been out of the hospital, and I'm treating myself to a fancy tea at a local café. A customer walks in, and he looks a bit familiar to me, but I can't quite place him. He has lovely, wavy, dark brown hair, and he has amazing bone structure. He has a slight frame, and his nose is beautiful. When I hear him place his order, his voice gives him away.

"Matt?" I ask, approaching him once he's finished ordering.

He turns to look at me, and his eyes are as bright as I remember them. "Hey," he says with a shy smile.

"Do you remember me?" I ask him.

"Mhm," he nods. He's somehow even more beautiful than I imagined him without his mask on. "You're the patient I had a couple of weeks ago. How have you been?"

"I've been well," I grin.

"That's good," he replies.

I can't stop myself from hugging him. "Thank you," I breathe, "for taking care of me at the hospital."

He giggles quietly as he returns my hug gently. "It's my job," he tells me.

"I know, but you're good at it," I remark.

"Order for Matt!" the barista calls out.

Matt turns around to take his drink. "Thanks," he says to the barista. Then he turns back to me. "I gotta go now," he says. "Can I get your number so I can text you later?"

"Of course!" I say happily.

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written for and inspired by @iluvmatt ♡ hope you feel better soon, my friend

[im-a-matt-girl]

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do you accept fic requests by any chance?

i'm going to start! :-) you can send in whatever you want !!

[thetriplets3]

Can I send a request? Maybe reader x matt cuddling and reader lays head on stomach or switched around? Just cuddling fluff pls I need it

if you want more fluff/ comfort written send as many requests as you want to my inbox its open (and empty)

❝𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞❞

it's been a week to say the least. between work and school i haven’t had a second where my mind wasn’t occupied with the next thing i needed to do. i haven’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning unable to get comfortable as i let my worries eat away at me. i’m exhausted. constantly running around doing a million things at once just trying to please everyone.

what made my week even worse was that matt and his brothers went home to boston so i was only able to call and facetime him and we couldn’t talk for long because of the time difference with me getting home from work so late and having to be up early in the morning. it sucks. all i wanted when i came home from work was to see matt and be with him and i couldn’t.

with a heavy sigh i straighten up from being slumped against the steering wheel finally deciding i should go inside and get ready for bed just to repeat the same cycle tomorrow. fumbling with the lock i groan, eyes heavy with exhaustion i make my way inside haphazardly discarding my shoes, jacket, and bag by the door. my sore tired feet carrying me to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. i sit on one of the barstool scrolling through my stories as i drink my water. i can’t help but feel sad when i see matt and his brother’s stories. they must’ve taken a trip to vermont, matt’s favorite place. it warms my heart seeing him there knowing how much he loves it there but i wish i was there with him. refilling my glass of water i shut off the lights and head to my room.

opening my bedroom door i still. in front of me i see my room dimly lit up by the tiny string lights the litter my walls and matt under my covers with a big soft smile adorned on his lips. my mouth forms a gentle pout at the scene in front of me as my eyes begin to water. just what i needed was here.

“hi sweetheart”

“what are you doing here? i thought you were just in vermont?

“that would be nick on my story. i knew you had a long week i wanted to fly back early and be with you. now you gonna come cuddle or just keep staring?”

“ah ah gotta change no outside clothes on the bed you know this. i’ll be quick”

changing into comfier clothes i make my way to the bed, to matt whose propped up against my headboard with my duvet lifted eager for me to crawl under and join him. he waste no time and pulls me towards him letting me get comfy. i lie my head on his stomach with my arms wrapped around his torso holding on as if he’s disappear if i let go. one of his hands rests in my hair gently massaging it while the other dances up and down my back relaxing me even more.

“i missed you so much you have no idea how happy i am that you’re here. i love you baby”

“anything for you honey i love you. get some rest i’m here i’m not leaving”

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[querenciasturniolo]

believe ⮕ c.s.

word count: 604

warnings: insecure thoughts (if you squint), corniness (live life on the cob, baby)

summary: you’re having trouble believing that any of this was real, until chris completely eases your mind without saying anything

a/n: (part two to unreal) i wasn’t exactly planning on writing a part two for unreal, but oh my GOD this was so fun to write. i was worried i’d have no idea where to start, but i hope this works 💓

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

part one || part two

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It had only been a few months since you’d met Chris, and you were flying out to see him.

The two of you had texted, called, and facetimed at all hours of the day and night for the entirety of it, and when he suggested you visit them, you couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. You’d taken a week off from work, and you were flying out to see Chris.

It was so hard to believe.

You’d gotten to know him on a totally different level, and you couldn’t believe he was interested in you. It shocked you each time your phone lit up, and you smiled before even reading the text. You had fallen hard, and you didn’t know if you ever wanted to get up.

The Uber ride to their house was nerve wracking, and you just hoped that Chris felt the way you felt. You hadn’t necessarily talked about your feelings with him, but he didn’t bring it up either. He’d called you little names before, like a casual ‘babe’ here and there, but it happened so fast that you couldn’t bring it up. And you’d hinted subtly before, whether it was a nervous and awkward ‘that’s cute’ here and there or not, you hoped he picked up on it.

You’d stepped out of the Uber and sighed, hoisting your bag over your shoulder and walking towards the door. You hesitated when you knocked, but you could hear the clamoring down the stairs before the door was ripped open and Chris was pulling you into a hug. You reciprocated immediately, relaxing against him as his nose nuzzled into your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He mumbled, your cheeks heating as you pulled him impossibly closer.

“Me neither.” You whispered, Chris finally pulling away and smiling down at you.

“Come on up, I have our whole evening planned.” He said, grabbing your bag from the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. You followed him up the stairs, turning your head when he gestured to the living room.

The couch was littered with blankets and pillows, the coffee table stacked with snacks, drinks and popcorn. “I was thinking we’d have a movie night. Watch a few movies, talk, all the fun stuff.” He said, dropping your bag, walking over and plopping down on the couch.

You grinned and nodded, following his lead as you dropped onto the couch next to him. There was a few inches of space between you, as you didn’t want to assume anything. He frowned in your direction, but didn’t say anything as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

The movie played for quite awhile before anything was said. You felt the cushion dip next to you, and you looked over with wide eyes as you watched Chris lean forward and grab the popcorn. When he sat back, his eyes were still on the screen.

He glanced over, chewing his popcorn with raised eyebrows. “What?” He asked, his mouth full. You scoffed and shook your head, looking back at the screen without saying anything. A few more moments went by before Chris put the bowl back on the table. He leaned back, his arm wrapping itself around your shoulders lightly. You felt your skin heat up as you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

It wasn’t until you felt his lips press against the top of your head that you realized he did feel the same and you relaxed completely, pulling your blanket over your shoulder and finally paying attention to the movie.

You couldn’t believe it, this was unreal.

[thetriplets3]

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#10 matt 🥹

❝𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

this jumps back and forth from third to first person i didn’t specify when but it just makes sense in my head writing it this way sorry if that bugs you

ps. white cat is you, orange cat is matt

i huff as i yank my hoodie off and chuck it at the end of the sofa for what felt like the 100th time in the last hour, nearly smacking chris with it, leaving me in my tank top.

“for fucks sake” i grumble, too focused on how warm i am to think anyone’s paying attention.

“easy now. watch were you’re throwing things you’re gonna take my eye out” chris overexaggerated.

“it’s a sauna in here i feel like i’m gonna combust”

chris chuckles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the movie that took ages for us all to agree on watching. chris and nick were far too engrossed in the movie to care about the antics going on in the corner of the sofa. little did you know matt has had his eye on you all night watching as you fuss with your hoodie, being too distracted to pay attention to the movie. when you all sat down to start the movie matt kept a slight distance between you two sensing something was bothering you, unsure if it was something he did or if you were just overwhelmed and couldn’t get comfortable. either way he didn’t want to make it worse for you. seeing how much you’ve been fidgeting in the last hour finally made him pipe up.

“sweetheart is something bothering you? you haven’t been able to sit still for the past hour. please tell me so i can help you” matt asked just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for his brothers to hear, not wanting their yelling for him to shut up to make you more uncomfortable than you already are.

“can’t get comfortable” i mutter.

“is the hoodie not comfy? you can have mine if you want”.

“s’okay i’m just annoyed i’m warm with it on but after a while i’m cold without it then i get too warm if i put it back on” i exasperate. “i can’t decide if i’m hot or cold”

without a word matt reaches towards me and places the back of his hand on my forehead. i look up at his hand before looking at him inquisitively.

“yeah you’re hot” he says with a stupid grin on his face and a little chuckle.

“i already knew that” i quip. “i’m warm? what does that mean? do you think i’m sick?” i start rattling off questions, dreading the thought of being sick.

“i actually have no idea how to tell by your forehead. my mom used to do that to us figured i’d give it a shot”

“well i’m still hot and cold and it’s really starting to piss me off if i can’t get comfortable” i huff.

matt holds his finger up to me letting me know he’ll be back. seconds later he returns with a ringed it wet rag he ran under cold.

“scooch over i’m coming in”

i make room for him to lie down before placing half my body onto of his with my head on his chest. his hands delicately gather my hair and brush it over my shoulder, clearing my neck. he places a kiss to my head before placing the cool cloth on my neck letting it rest there for a while before gently rubbing it across my bare back, cooling me down. when i got cold he pulled a fuzzy blanket lover top of us, hugging me closer to him as his one blanket covered hand rubbed across my back keeping me warm. he kept this up for the rest of the movie, cool cloth and blanket for whatever you were feeling.

“thank you matt. i love you” i whisper, giving him a squeeze.

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[thetriplets3]

hello, may i please request a fic where the reader is admiring Matt's facial hair? tysm my friend ♡

❁ smitten ❁

We’re laying under your covers watching whatever movie you ended up choosing, since I picked last time. You lie slightly propped up against your bed frame, watching the movie intently as I lie on my side with my head resting on your arm. I find myself being more fascinated by you rather than the movie. I lie there admiring every inch of your face, most importantly your stubble.

I’ve never been a fan of stubble, but you’ve changed my mind; you can make anything look good. It suits you so perfectly, enhancing your already perfect bone structure. Something about you having facial hair makes you look so much older and mature, it just makes my heart swell. I could look at you forever. Your eyes still haven’t left the tv, you’re too focused on the movie that I couldn’t care less about because I have you to look at. You are far more fascinating than any movie.

“It’s creepy to stare at someone for this long, ya know” You say with a smirk on your face.

My cheeks grow pink with embarrassment as I shift my attention to the tv letting out a small “Oh, uh, sorry”.

You pause the movie, sensing a shift in my energy. “Hey, I was just joking, you know I don’t care if you stare, it doesn't bother me,” you say as you rub your thumb over my shoulder, your voice filled with sweetness and concern that you’ve upset me.

I continue to stare at the tv, still a little embarrassed to make eye contact, “I know, it’s- it’s fine.”

“Can you look at me please? I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed. What’s on your mind? What made you zoned out earlier?” you ask as you gently grab my face to get me to look at you.

“You. I was just admiring your facial hair. I think it looks really good on you. I like the way it defines your features, you look older in a good way, more mature. It makes you even more attractive. I didn't think you could get more attractive but you did. I don’t know it’s silly but I just like looking at you, you make my heart flutter,” I quietly say, fiddling with the drawstrings on your hoodie.

“I love that even after a year and a half of being together I still give you butterflies. You give me butterflies too, everytime I look at you,” you say with love dripping from your voice.

I finally make eye contact with you and give you a shy smile. The eye contact doesn’t last long as my eyes drift to your facial hair. I bring my hand up to rub my thumb against it. I can’t help but smile as I do so, you make my heart feel full.

“I think facial hair is my favorite look on you, it suits you so well. God, I love you so much my heart is doing back flips right now,” I gush.

“I guess I can keep it for a little longer knowing how much you love it but I’m shaving it once I can’t stand it” you say.

“You’ve got a deal. You better get used to me staring at you more often. It's not my fault you look good no matter what,” I say as you pull me in closer for a kiss.

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[thetriplets3]

covering them with a blanket + turning the lights off when they fall asleep on the couch with matt?

TY 🩷

- 🫧

of course! thank you for the request

✮ lights out ✮

I had just gotten off of work and the only thing I want is to see you. Only problem is you’re not home right now, you’re out filming a car video with your brothers.

I use my key to your place and make myself at home. Figuring you’d be gone a while I get comfy on the couch and scroll through Netflix looking for my comfort show so I don’t need to pay full attention to it. My body naturally falls into the fetal position as I mindlessly scroll through TikTok saving videos to show you later. The more I scroll the less I’m aware of how much time has passed.

I can feel my eyes grow heavy and the noise playing from the tv and my phone beginning to fade. Shaking myself awake I readjust position so I can try and stay awake to see you. That didn’t last long.

Coming home from filming a video you all enter the house rambunctious as usual and excited to see my car in your driveway. You are first to head up the stairs to the living room only to be met with me curled in a ball asleep.

“Guys be quiet she’s asleep” You whisper-yell.

As your brothers head to their rooms you make your way around the house turning off any lights. You grab my favorite blanket from the basket of blankets and gently place it over my body. The sofa wasn’t big enough for you to lie next to me so you got comfortable on the cushion closest to me.

You do your best to not wake me knowing how exhausting my week has been and how hard I’ve been finding it to sleep. Leaning over, you place a delicate kiss to my forehead and tuck the blankets in.

“Goodnight sweet girl, I love you” you whisper.

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[thetriplets3]

hi!! cam I please request pushing hair back when partner is asleep with matt?Matt?? thank you!♡

☁︎ slow mornings ☁︎

It’s a slow lazy Sunday morning. Sleeping in as long as we can as the mourning birds sing, a golden glow through the curtains, you beside me asleep, there’s no way I’d rather spend my days.

You’re a wild sleeper constantly moving in your sleep and laying in the weirdest positions you claim are comfortable. By the morning your hair is in every possible direction, creases on your face are evidence of a good night's sleep and I think you’ve never looked more beautiful then you do in the mornings.

Letting out a yawn I stretch my body, trying not to make too much movement. Rolling onto my side I see you sleeping. Mouth slightly agape with a whistle of air passing through your rosy lips. Your left cheek smushed against the pillow, little sleep crusties in the corner of your eyes, your hair all a mess doing its own thing. You look so peaceful.

Gently reaching up to your face I tuck the stray hairs away from your face. Your face slightly scrunches at the tickle of the hair moving across your face. My hand comes to gently rest just below your ear allowing my thumb to rub across your soft cheek. Slowly your eyes flutter open, squinting at how bright it is. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is me basking in the warm glow that is your beauty. Softly smiling at me you turn your head slightly, your lips meeting the palm of my hand as you place a delicate kiss to it.

“Good morning sweet girl” I say as I pull you into my chest.

“Good morning my love. Has no one ever told you it’s weird to stare at people, especially when they’re sleeping” you say, a smirk growing on your face.

“Yes but I’ve also been told not to look directly at the sun but I can look at you and that’s the closest thing to the sun” I laugh, cringing at my own words.

“That was so corny” you giggle. “But that was also very sweet”

“What do you say we spend the whole day in bed? A nice quiet day to ourselves” I ask.

“A lazy Sunday, nothing would make me happier” you say sweetly.

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[thetriplets3]

I love your writing so much! <3 i know you already did this for Chris, but whenever you have tine, could you maybe write “back hugs” for Matt as well? With him hugging the reader? :) Thank you sm!

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✽ back hugs ✽

My arms rest against the marble counters as I wait for my water to boil. Tea before bed was a must for me, a nice warm drink to soothe my soul and mind.

The energy of the room is peaceful, string lights casting a golden glow throughout the room, my diffuser going filling the room with a warm patchouli and woodsy smell, it reminds me of your cologne. My favorite music calmingly and quietly plays throughout my speaker as I carry it around slowly getting ready for bed.

A soft smile is brought to my face as I feel your arms snake their way around my waist holding me close to you. Your hands come to rest on my stomach as you rest your chin on my shoulder, placing small kisses to the side of my neck and cheek. You gently sway our bodies to the music.

"hi sweetheart" you place a kiss to my cheek. "you know the water won't boil faster if you watch it, right?"

"oh that's how's that works? That explains why I've been waiting for an hour" I joke. "It's almost done then we can watch a show. Did you want one?" I ask.

Lifting me off my feet you spin me around before placing a final kiss on my lips. "no I'm okay thank you though love. I'll go get the show ready"

Your hugs always make me feel so safe and loved.

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[thetriplets3]

hello ! i love your writing<3 could i ask for a chris one where they meet in boston/la after long flights for the both of them after being apart for some weeks ? idk if that makes sense, but ty :)

I changed it a little I hope that’s okay!

reunited

I had spent the past 3 weeks in LA. My best friend had just moved there for a new job and needed help moving in to her apartment and didn’t want to be all alone in a new place until she got settled and familiar with the area. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to spend 3 weeks in LA with my best friend and not have to pay for a place to stay while I’m there.

The only downside to being here for the past 3 weeks is that my boyfriend Chris is back home in Boston. He was 3 hours ahead on which isn’t crazy but we just kept calling at the wrong times, only able to talk for a few minutes before something came up. It was tough not being able to see or talk to each other every night but we promised to never let distance come in between us. I just miss him. Talking over the phone doesn’t do it justice I want to hear his laugh echo through the room, I want to be able to kiss him not just catching kisses through the phone, I want to see all the details and crinkles on his face as he smiles. His brothers have made sure I was aware of how annoying and mopey he was being since he couldn’t see me. Things just aren’t the same when you’re away from your home.

Which brings me to now. I booked a flight a few days earlier than what I told Chris. I wanted to surprise him. Matt had offered to pick me up from the airport using the excuse that he needed to go to the store for a few things. Throughout the plane ride Chris and I were texting each other. I had booked an early flight so I’d arrive in Boston around 11 in the morning. I had to make my texts to Chris seem like I was still 3 hours behind him, telling him I slept terribly last night and so I’ve been awake and laying in bed since 5am.

No matter how many times I fly I’m still not a fan. When the plane landed I made quick work of grabbing my carry on bags and getting off the plane. After grabbing my luggage I scanned the pick up area, finding Matt sitting in his van. Once he saw me he stepped out of the car and helped put my bags away. The drive was spent catching each other up on how things were going in and anything new.

The drive to their house didn’t take long. Soon enough I was at your bedroom door knocking.

“Come in” you called out.

Opening your door I see you focused on your laptop, working away not noticing I was even there.

“Hi” I whisper, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.

Your head whips up at the sound of my voice, clearly expecting it to be Nick or Matt.

“No way!” You shout, leaping out of the bed and sweeping me off my feet spinning us around in circles.

“I had to come back early, I just couldn’t stand not being able to see you or have a full conversation. I missed you too much” I mumbled into your neck.

“I’m so happy you’re back it felt weird without you around” You say, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my head.

“Reunited and it feels so good” I sing.

“God I missed you this ya goof” you chuckle.

No better feeling than to be back in your arms, no place will ever feel more at home.

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[thetriplets3]

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

with matt again 😀

IM SORRY YOU JUST WRITE HIM SO WELL

ft a tiny snippet from my final honors research paper

☘︎ fascination ☘︎

I’ve been sitting at the kitchen table for a good 3 hours trying to get as much of my paper done as possible. My headphones play my favorite music helping me focus, so much that I don’t realize you’ve entered the room until I feel a pressure on my shoulder. Taking my headphones off I tilt my head in your direction.

“Hi there” I say, as I place a kiss on your lips.

“Hi honey. What are you working on?” You ask.

I’m about to answer but my thoughts are paused as I feel your hand gently gather my hair and move it over my left shoulder. This simple touch was enough to make my thoughts jumbled. With my hair off my shoulder you rest your chin on it and let your arms drape over my body. You hum, urging me to answer your question. My right hand instinctively goes to your hair, massaging your scalp as I talk. I love how affectionate you are, these little touches mean the world to me. I love when you rest your chin on my shoulder, curious to see what I’m doing. I love having you close to me, it’s comforting.

“My research essay. Did you know the precursor cells of the eggs you developed from were present in your mother when she was in her mothers womb? That’s three generations sharing the same environment. That means that when I was in my moms womb, I already had a lifetime supply of eggs my body would need for my children before I was even born. How cool is that? A woman is susceptible to any trauma experienced by her mother while she is in utero which then turns certain cells on and off in the precursor cells you develop from. It’s incredible” I ramble, wonder and amazement filling my voice as I mindlessly fiddle with your hands.

“Wow that’s interesting I mean I understood like half of what you said but that is so cool” you said, more so amazed with me and how invested I am in the work I’m doing rather than the information itself. “You’re such a nerd and I love it” you say, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Oh shush. I think you’re just jealous I’m smarter” I joke back.

“I’m jealous that your research is getting more attention than I am. How about we go cuddle and you can tell me all about your research,” you retorted.

“You’ve got my full attention now. I’m all yours” I say, brushing my thumb across your cheek before closing my laptop.

Setting my work to the side, I stand up only to be swept off my feet and thrown over your shoulder. I don’t bother putting up a fight knowing that you’re taking me to your room to cuddle. My laugh reverberates throughout the house, in turn making you smile. Plopping me onto your bed, we get comfortable under the covers. Cozying up in your hold, I begin rambling on about all the things I’ve learned. Fully expecting you to have fallen asleep with all the information I’m throwing at you, I’m surprised to see your sweet blue eyes intently focused on me when I look up at you. I shyly smile realizing how boring this probably is.

“I can stop if this is boring, we can do something else” I say.

“No, never I love hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. You’re so smart honey I hope you know that and I know you’ll do amazing things in this world” you reassure.

I love how fascinated you are with the work I’m doing and how invested you are when I tell you about what I’ve learned. Your fascination will always be my favorite.

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[thetriplets3]

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

with matt its so cute

This is so cute I loved writing this please keep the requests coming <3

❊ delicate ❊

If there’s one word to describe how life has been lately it would be exhausting, in every aspect. I spend half my nights awake, restlessly tossing and turning thinking about the long list of things I need to do. I can’t seem to make the racing thoughts in my head stop.

I've isolated myself from my friends and more importantly, you. I’m trying to do a million things and keep my thoughts under control and not drag anyone down with me. Other than the odd text here and there to you we haven’t talked a lot in a week. I can’t help but feel bad. I don’t do this on purpose and you understand that, having experienced the same thing yourself. You give me space and know that I’ll come to you when I need help or when I’m ready.

Which brings me to now. Knocking on your door, I’m greeted by Nick who welcomes me in with a hug. He tells me that you and Chris have just gone to get groceries and should be back soon.

“I’ll let him find out on his own that you’re here” Nick tells me as he retreats to his room.

I send Nick a smile as I head to the comfort of your room. Simply being in your bed and the smell of your cologne is enough to make me fall asleep with ease for the first time in a while.

Matt’s POV:

Walking into my room I’m met with you sleeping peacefully in my bed. “Oh sweet girl” I coo to myself.

Taking my backpack and hoodie off and placing them on my chair, I carefully climb into bed trying to not wake you. I lie there facing you, happy that you feel safe enough to come to me when you need me. My eyes dance over your delicate features. My heart skips a beat whenever I look at you.

I love your eyes. They remind me of an endless galaxy that I never wanna leave, the way your eyes squint when you’re truly happy, how unknowingly expressive you are, the way everything about you's so perfectly suited, just for you. I can’t wrap my head around what there is that you could dislike about yourself. You’re the most beautiful person that has walked this earth and I can’t believe I get to call you my girlfriend.

Noticing you slowly start to wake up I place my hand gently on your cheek and begin softly rubbing circles into your skin. As your eyes open I can see the emotion and the toll this past week has taken on you. You don’t let this stop you from smiling back at me as your eyes flutter shut, taking in the physical contact you’ve been missing.

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you honey. Are you okay?” I whisper.

“I’m okay now that you’re here. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I don't mean to do it, it just feels easier to deal with it myself and not put it on other people” you whisper, sadness filling your voice.

“You’re not alone in this, I’m here for you, just like you are for me. Do you wanna talk about your week or do you wanna forget about it?” I ask.

“I know, thank you for being so patient with me. I wanna forget about it and just be with you right now. I’ve missed your touch” you say.

I open my arms inviting you in. You rest your head on my chest, tilting it up to look at my horse necklace as you fiddle with it. Wrapping one arm securely around you, knowing it makes you feel safe, the other makes its way back to your cheek. My thumb mindlessly draws circles on your soft skin. The warmth of my touch makes your eyelids flutter as they grow heavy, lulling you into a much needed sleep.

Even when things seem like they're falling apart, he's right there to pick up the pieces.

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Please, please, please do 25 with Chris!!!

🫂 back hugs 🫂

It’s been a busy past few days between flying to Anaheim for you and your brothers to attend vidcon, going to Disney, which in and of itself was enough for me, and now we’re backstage at Summer Set in Chicago.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Since high school you’ve been saying your dream is to meet Skies and here you are on stage singing with him. I’m filming the whole thing like the proud girlfriend I am. This past year has been insane, you’ve met so many people you’ve always dreamed of meeting, you’ve had so much success with youtube and your brand. I’m just so incredibly proud knowing you’re accomplishing everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Skies pulls you into a final hug before you run off stage with the biggest smile on your face.

“Holy shit that did not just happen” you shout over the loud music to your brothers and I. We share your excitement by hugging you and telling you how incredible that was to watch. We continue standing backstage watching the rest of skies set. The past few days have finally caught up to me and I’m growing tired and overwhelmed from the constant traveling. Not wanting to take away from your moment I keep my complaints about being exhausted to myself as I wrap my arms around your waist, nuzzling my head in between your shoulders after pressing a kiss to your back.

Your hands are quick to find their way to mine, resting them on top. Mindlessly your hands starts fiddling with the rings that adorned my fingers. Twisting and sliding them on and off. This subtle action is enough to melt my heart, knowing playing with them is probably helping relax you. You gently sway your body, causing our bodies to move as one as he plays “Name in the Sand”. Tightening my arms, I gave you a little squeeze, I love this song. You respond by bringing my hands to your lips to press kisses to them.

need your love, it’s my drug

when I’m down, lift me up

Gently grabbing ahold of one of my wrists, you pull me around your body and wrap me in a tight hug with your arms around my shoulders.

“I’m so proud of you love! It makes me so happy seeing you living out all your dreams. You’ve worked so hard for everything you truly deserve the world” I say, just loud enough for you to hear.

“I’m glad I get to experience all of my dreams with you by my side. Thank you for always being so supportive, you mean the world to me. I love you” you tell me, planting a kiss to the top of my head as we continue moving to the beat of the music.

There’s no one else I’d rather experience life with. I’m beyond happy and proud of you for knowing what you want in life and going after it.

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[thetriplets3]

hey girl 😉 what about a matt x reader moment to the song perfect by ed sheeran 👨🏻‍🦰✨

backstory: abbie knows that some ed songs trigger my fight or flight bc they’ve been my alarm since elementary school (and i’m in post grad so a long time and i can’t listen to them) since i said that the starbucks i go to which only plays smooth jazz has played the entirety of ed’s discography on repeat the last 3 times i’ve been and they play it after i arrive and i heard it at the mall too. ed is following me everywhere there’s no escaping him.

❝𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭❞ blurb

matt and i were baking soft pretzels, well i was, he was there for moral support and to eat them. softly playing from my phone is a calming, mellow playlist i found on spotify. all sorts of chill music like caamp, hozier, zach bryan, ed sheeran, and the lumineers.

placing the pretzels in the oven, i go wash my hands clean of all the gunk. i make my way around the kitchen to grab things putting them in the hot soapy water to wash them. reaching to the further left of the counter i grab the lone measuring cup. two seconds away from starting to wash the dish, a pair of hands gently grasp my hips, tugging one side more, turning my body to him. he slinks his arms around my waist and mine find their home around his neck.

“hi” i giggle, even after 2 years he still finds a way to make me giddy.

“hi pretty” he beamed.

slowly he moves us into the middle of the kitchen and starts swaying to the music. the music is the only noise filling up the kitchen, no words spoken between us just our eyes communicating every words can’t. i love being in love with you, the way we can speak to each other without having to talk, you can read me like a book, and you remember things most people can’t be bothered to remember. this moments like this, just us, the music, and unspoken but understood words.

♫ 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ♫

every moment with you is perfect.

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[thetriplets3]

Could you do one about matt, where the reader has migraines and matt does everything he can to help her, lots of physical touch, words of affirmation etc

Ilysm and your writing ur amazing<3

as someone who’s had migraines and headaches every single day for 4 years I loved writing this. i hope you’re doing well feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, i know how difficult this can be. sending my love to you

꩜ migraine ꩜

Waking up in excruciating pain has become my new normal. From the moment my eyes open I’m greeted by the familiar feeling of a migraine. The dull pressure around my head makes it feel like it’ll burst at any given moment.

Rubbing my eyes, I sharply inhale as a sharp jolt enters my temple and eye making it feel as if a nail has been driven into my head. Pulling the blanket over my head I groan. This isn’t how I expected today to go. You and I were supposed to spend the day in the city. Aimlessly reaching for my phone I turn Siri on and instruct her to send you a text.

“Hey Siri, send Matt a text” I grumble.

“What do you want to say?” Siri's voice irritates me more.

“Hi love, would we be able to do today’s plans another day? I woke up with a migraine again. I'm not doing well, it's taking a toll on me and I don’t wanna be a drag on our date. I’m really sorry I feel so bad. I know how busy you’ve been and how excited you were for this and I’ve ruined that. I'm sorry. If you aren’t busy maybe we can call later? I miss you and I love you” I tiredly mumbled to Siri to type out for me.

Putting my phone fast down on my nightstand, I bury my face into my pillow and pull the blankets up to my chin and try to sleep the pain away. I only slept for probably an hour until I breathed in a familiar scent. I slowly open my eyes to see you laying beside me. I waste no time burying my face into your chest and wrapping my arms around you.

“I'm so glad you're here” I mutter.

“I figured you'd either need or want some help since you aren't feeling good and I missed you” you whisper, making sure not to worsen my headache. “Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“I need my heated eye mask and my meds please, you know where they are right?” I ask.

“I'll go get them, I'll be quick” you softly say as you plant a kiss on my forehead.

Staying true to your words you’re back in a few minutes with my nice and hot eye mask and some meds to hopefully ease the pain.

Putting the warm mask over my eyes I get comfy, resting my head on your chest as one arm wraps around my waist and the other massaging my scalp, easing the building tension in my head.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that? It’s difficult being in pain let alone constantly and this badly but here you are still fighting. I know it’s draining and takes a mental toll on you but you’re doing so good. I wish I could take your pain for you. You amaze me with your strength” you praise me.

“Thank you for coming over. I’m sorry for ruining our plans not just today but every other time I end up having to cancel. I feel bad about it. I don’t want you to think that I don’t wanna spend time with you because that’s really all I want is to be with you” I whisper.

“Anytime sweet girl I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Don’t apologize, remember we don’t worry about things that are outside of our control. You can’t control when you get a migraine so don’t feel bad for canceling. Plus when you have a migraine it means that I get to come over and take care of you which I love. You could never ruin anything, simply being with you is enough for me. I love you sweet girl, now get some rest I’m here” you tell me, soothingly massaging my scalp.

Your gentle voice, the head massage, the eye mask, and the meds is the perfect concoction to make me doze off into a much needed sleep in the arms of my favorite person. Migraines aren’t so bad when I have you by my side.

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new plans, matt sturniolo smau synopsis: coming home for the holidays has its perks; you get to see your childhood best friends again, you get to spend the holidays with the people you’ve always loved, and the list goes on. of course, it also had its cons— you have to face your best friend, matt, the one that you’re madly in love with and have been in love with since you were merely thirteen. little do you know, though, that he’s dealing with the same mixed emotions of you and the holidays; biting his nails as he waits for you to knock on his front door.

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