#matt sturniolo agere

[seafullofpeace]

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Matt with a little that regresses because of depression but it doesn't really help so he has a sad baby to take care of :(

My little sweetheart

matt sturniolo and little!reader with depression

You just came back home and you're incredibly exhausted. Everything is blurry and all you want and absolutely need right now is to snuggle in bed with Matt and feel the safety of being close to him. You can feel that the emotions started to wear you out and you started to slip into little space slowly. Matt heard quiet slam of the door and walked quickly downstairs to see you. He smiled lovingly and you run towards him, needy to be held. He could see something is wrong, he always do, a frown appeared on his face.

"Hey baby...Draining day, huh..?" He asked quietly, almost whispering because he didn't wanted to overwhelm you even more. You just nod simply and he cradle your face into his palms gently and kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, hun. It's okay to feel like this, you know? I love you so much." He continued, trying to bring you some comfort

"Dada.." You said quietly with a soft pout on your lips, clearly exhausted and your eyes tearly.

"Yes, little one?" He asked then saw tears in your pretty eyes. "You wanna let it out? It's completely alright to cry and to let the emotions out, sweetheart." He caress your hair gently then look at you and you nod.

"Wann rest with daddy.." You told him.

"Of course, angel. We're gonnna lay down together, right? Then daddy is gonna make a little meal for you and prepare a bath for you. Would you like it?" He's asked, trying to make you feel at least a little bit better. You nod softly and Matt lifted you up to carry you to your room. He prepared earlier a pajama for you so you can change and feel more comfortable. He put you on the bed and help you change into the pajama then he lay next to you. He lifted up the duvet then wait until you snuggle to him, like you always do. He covered both of you then look down at you lovingly.

"I know you don't feel well, little one, but I'm here you know? You know that you can always sob your little heart out and I'll be next to you because I love you and want to help you, baby. Can you show daddy where you are?" He asked with a soft smile then you pointed at his heart and he nod, his heart melting.

"Yes, baby, you have taken over daddy's heart. Remember it always, I love taking care of you, you're not a burden, you're loved and safe." You smiled softly then feel a caring kiss on your temple. Then you pointed at the table next to the bed where your pacifier is. You look up at him then snuggle more and he know you wanted your pacifier. He took it and put into your mouth so you can suck it.

"Sleepy baby?" He asked and you nodded again. "Then close your tired eyes and let sleep take you to the dreamland, okay, little one?" Then after a while, you peacefully fell asleep in his arms while cuddling to your plushie and sucking your pacifier. After an hour, you woke up slowly and rub your sleepy eyes. When you opened them fully, you were still laying with Matt but you noticed a little surprise on the desk. Your eyes lit up and Matt smiled lovingly. "I got something for you, my little angel. Wanna see?" And you nod in excitement. He help you to sit up and you look at the desk again. There's a new pacifier, another plushie, little meal, new toothbrush and two coloring books. Matt kissed your head softly and smile.

"You liked the pacifier in the shop, right? I got it for you, hun, with a little bunny, you see? New stuffie for my baby, yeah? Bluey coloring books for my little Bluey enjoyer, and I made you some food. I know when you feel sad and drained, baby dont have strength to eat, right? But daddy made you a little dinner so it's more enjoyable and easier to eat. Also toothbrush, sweets. It's a princesses one, you see? When you're exhausted it's hard to remember about things like that, am I right? But I promise I'll help you and I can brush your teeth if you want, hun. The toothbrush is super soft and won't hurt you, and you like princesses, yeah? You're one of them, you're daddy's little princess."

Your big eyes look up at him and you can't put in words how you love him and how thankful you are. You struggle with depression but he always try his best and try to make your days as enjoyable as possible so you feel at least a little better.

"I luv yuu..." You whispered then rest your head on his chest.

"Daddy love you too, you know? He love you the most. You're my little sweetheart." he smiled gently. "Eat, baby, then I'm gonna prepare bath for you, okay? You had a tiring day and deserve to rest and play with your bath toys. Are you excited to play with them?" he asked with a smile on his face

"Yeah!" you said cutely then started to eat slowly. After 20 minutes, Matt started to prepare bath for you so you can relax in warm water. He lifted you up gently then carry you to bathroom. Your eyes lifted up when you saw the colorful bath that he prepared for you. You clap your hands a little in happiness then Matt helped you take off your clothes and get into the bath. The pretty colors in your bath and a lot of cool toys made you keep your mind off sad things and problems so you calmed down a lot. Matt washed you and tried to be as gentle as possible. After a happy bath, he helped you to get in your pajama and slippers, then he brushed your teeth and your hair.

"Im so proud of you, angel. You had a hard day and yet you did so well. Now you're all cleaned up and ready for sleep. Or my little one want to play a little more? We have some time until bed time. Wanna color your Bluey coloring book?" he asked and your eyes lit up, he already knew the answer.

"Yeah! c:" you said with a smile on your face.

[nicksbestie]

Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜

Hiding - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying

Word Count : 1124

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life. 

He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it. 

Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax. 

Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now. 

When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands. 

You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking. 

“Are you okay, honey?” 

He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again. 

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?” 

Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried. 

“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.” 

It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it. 

You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.

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[quinnysnursery]

Can you do a little!matt x fem!cg!reader? 🩵🩵

[🩹] stressful week recovery | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : little!matt sturniolo x cg!fem!reader

summary : after a stressful week, matt's girlfriend knows just what her little one needs !

warning/extra tid-bits : Matt and his CG are in a romantic relationship outside of being a little and caregiver but this still does not make age regression sexual, y/n used (sorry guys its inevitable sometimes😿)

word count : 2,423

divider credit : MEEE c: i made it using canva guys!!

a/n : save me monkey jellycat i saw at the store today....save me... (sorry for any typos ! i'm just a girl !)

Friday, 8:10 pm.

Matt let out a loud sigh as he finally let his head hit his pillows, his entire body relaxing into the plush mattress. Closing his eyes and letting out yet another exhausted breath, Matt recounted the week he'd endured.

On Monday, Chris woke him up screaming they were missing footage and Nick needed it to wrap up the video. Tuesday, he was supposed to drive Chris to a dentist appointment and everything was going fine until...a simple flat tire caused Matt to make Chris late, which Chris wouldn't let go of for the remainder of the week.

Wednesday, they filmed. The familiar nickname of "Miserable Matt" returned...which sucked. Matt wasn't miserable, he wasn't even annoyed by his brothers at first. He was just overstimulated, the leather seats of the car too uncomfortable, the car too hot but the AC too loud. It was unbearable....maybe even miserable.

Thursday started out good. He ran a few errands with Nick and Chris, who still insisted that Matt intentionally made him late for his dentist appointment. That didn't matter though, because he was just joking....hopefully. Thursday was going so well in fact, that he decided he would take some instagram photos with the help of Chris.

Well, apparently Chris thought it would be so funny to intentionally make each photo blurry to some degree. "If I can be late to a dentist appointment, you can survive with one less photo on your feed." He teased as Matt held back frustrated tears the entire way back.

Today, Friday, was probably the easiest of all. He spent the entire day attempting to de-stress. He had to film yet another video, but this one was easier as Chris seemed to finally let the damn dentist grudge go. That's what led him to now, laying on his bed with a blaring headache as the stress of the week caught up to him. The yelling from Monday, the week-long teasing…the blurry photos.

Everything just felt too loud. Too loud, or too bright. Too big.

Shit.

Everything felt too big. Matt felt small, little.

Groaning, Matt evaluated his options. His brothers knew mildly of his regression, but there was no way in hell he was going to ask them for help. Not now.

He didn’t even necessarily want to bother his girlfriend/caregiver right now but this regression was coming on strong and there was no way Matt would be able to handle it on his own. 

As if on cue, the familiar sound of your text tone went off on his nightstand. Quickly sitting up and scrambling for his phone, Matt read your message through teary eyes.

‘mommy🤍: hey hun!! were we still on for that movie marathon? x’

Shit. In the hell-spiral that had been this week Matt completely forgot he agreed to a movie marathon with you. Chewing his lip anxiously, Matt typed out a response.

‘matty💙 : really sorry, i don't think i can. had a really bad week, i don't know if i can drive over :(’

It took less than a moment for a reply to come back.

‘mommy🤍: be ready in 20, bring your littlespace bag’

A smile managed to form on the brunette's face. Matt took a few more moments to calm himself down, the familiar fuzzy feeling beginning to become even more prominent on his mind.

“Not yet.” He thought to himself as he stood up carefully, grabbing the bag out from his closet. He took in front of his open closet for a few moments before deciding to change into a looser fitting t-shirt and sweats.

Matt sat back down on the edge of his bed, checking his phone once more even though he knew you'd be at least another 10 minutes.

Friday, 9:00 pm.

‘mommy🤍: in the driveway, need me to come get you baby?'

‘matty💙 : i can do it'

‘matty💙 : not little yet.'

Matt began trudging downstairs with his backpack cast over his shoulder, he was just gonna slip out the front door and avoid having to explain to his brothers why he was going to spend the weekend at his girlfriend's hous-

"Matt!" Chris called, peeking his head over the couch. God dammit. Matt turned on his heels, flashing a fake smile to both his brothers. "Where are you heading off too in the night?" Nick joked, "Kid looks like batman." Chris added with a laugh.

"Mysterious Matt." Both Nick and Chris agreed before bursting into laughter. Matt had to remind himself to take deep breaths to avoid crying once again. His brothers were just joking around with him, he was just sensitive.

He wanted to just slip out the front door, hurry across the driveway, slide into your car and let you take charge. He just wanted to regress.

“Uhm…(Y/N)’s picking me up.” Matt swallowed, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I'm staying the weekend." He added, reaching for the doorknob.

"Okay, loverboy." Nick said, Matt rolled his eyes at the old joke. The middle triplet stood awkwardly for a moment, the silence being interrupted by Matt's phone going off.

‘mommy🤍: everything okay?'

Smiling at the message, Matt bid his brothers a goodbye before shutting the door closed behind him. Matt smiled, the fuzzy feeling weighing down on his brain even more as he opened the passenger side door.

"Hey baby!" You smiled, "Look who I brought!" You reached behind you. You took a moment before pulling out Matt's beloved pug stuffed animal he'd left behind a few weeks ago, Mr.Wrinkleton.

A smile instantly formed on Matt's face as he quickly buckled his seatbelt, placing his backpack in front of him. "Mr.Wrinkleton!" The boy beamed, no longer feeling the need to fight off the obvious signs he was regressing.

Ruffling his hair, you put the car in park and began the drive to your home.

For the most part, Matt was silent. Only occasionally whispering something to Mr.Wrinkleton or pointing at something on the side of the road.

"Do you want mama to make you something? Or do you want something else?" You asked, turning down the soft indie music that was playing through the car speakers. Matt paused for a moment, thinking to himself.

"....grilled 'eese?" The brunette asked, looking over at you. "P'ease mama?" The puppy-dog eyes were now in full-effect. You smiled, glancing over at your boy, "Does Mr.Wrinkleton want a grilled cheese too?" You asked, "He can't have grilled 'eese! He's a pug!" The boy giggled.

Friday, 9:40 pm.

"One grilled cheese for Matt." You hummed, placing the plastic bear-shaped plate down on your kitchen island.

"No crust!" Matt beamed as he noticed you'd sliced the edges of the sandwich off. You nodded, wrinkling up your nose with a smile. "I cut it off, just for you." You tapped his nose playfully. "Do you think Mr.Wrinkleton would want the crust?" You asked, revealing a small blue bowl of bread crust from behind you.

Matt giggled and nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm!!".

Smiling, you place the plush dog in front of the blue bowl. "Eat your food angel, bedtime soon." You said, brushing his hair away from his face.

While Matt ate his grilled cheese, you silently snuck the pieces of bread from Mr.Wrinkleton's bowl into your mouth. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable quiet.

"Chris was bein' mean..." Matt mumbled, leaning into your arm. You quickly took your hand away from Mr.Wrinkleton's bowl as you turned your attention to your little.

"Really? What was he saying sweetheart?" You asked, snaking your arm around his lower torso and pulling him closer.

"Kept sayin' I made him late to th-the dentist on purpose..." Matt mumbled, his feelings quite obviously still hurt from Chris' comments.

"Oh honey..." You cooed as you felt Matt's tears trickle down his face and begin to dampen your shirt sleeve.

"A-And I didn't mean too! M' had to change the tire all by m'self!" Matt cried, abandoning his mostly-eaten sandwich to reach for your grasp.

Standing up, you gently led Matt to the couch allowing the two of you to collapse onto the cushions. Matt instantly scrambled onto your lap, curling into you.

"Shhh, I'm here. Just let it out." You soothed, wrapping your arms around your little, playing with the back of his hair. Matt cried, whimpering out a few more words about "blurry photos 'n lost footage".

You made a mental note to ask Matt about those things when he was no longer regressed.

"Mama's here....I've got you." You reassure, kissing the top of the brunette's head before he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for an hour. Matt unleashing the stress of his week through tears and you whispering reassuring words into his ear as you played with his hair.

Eventually though, Matt's tears turned to sniffles and sniffles turned to hiccups, which eventually turned to snores.

You carefully slid out from under him, taking a couch pillow from behind you and placing it under his head. You quietly went to your room, snatching the softest blanket you owned off your bed before returning to the living room and throwing it over your baby boy.

"Shhh, just relax baby." You soothed as Matt stirred in his sleep. Quickly, you grabbed Mr.Wrinkleton from the kitchen counter and his pacifier from his backpack.

Crouching in front of Matt, you softly tucked the pug stuffed animal under his arm before bringing the paci to his lips. Matt's eyes were still filled with sleep as they cracked open, "It's your paci, baby." You explained, a sleepy smile appeared on Matt's face before he accepted the pacifier, snuggling further into his covers.

You let out a content sigh once you were sure he was asleep once again, the gentle sounds of breathing and suckling noise from Matt's paci filling the room.

Saturday, 2:30 am.

"Mommy?" Matt called, peeking into your dark room. You awoke from your sleep, quickly turning to face the door and clicking a light on.

"What's going on angel? Something wrong?" You ask, rubbing your sleep-ridden eyes. Matt shook his head before sheepishly looking down at his feet.

You smiled, realizing what Matt was too nervous to ask. "C'mon," You called, opening up your blanket. Matt let out a small squeal, before climbing into bed and snuggling into your frame.

You let your boy get comfortable before beginning to play with his hair, both of you enjoying the safety of each other's presence. Just as you were about to let sleep take over once again, you heard a small murmur come from a half-asleep Matt.

"M' love you mama."

[bratzforchris]

Babygirl

Summary: Little drabbles about CG!Chris with his little, based off of this <3

Pairing: Caregiver!Chris x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: Little bit of crying/anxiety, fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: N/A

A/N: This genuinely made my heart so happy to write<3 Caregiver!Chris is is just so 🧸🦌🩰🍼✨💗 As always, age regression is nonsexual and innocent. If you don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy ♡

date a boy who...encourages your regression ♡

It had been a little over a month since you had told your boyfriend about your regression and why you did it, but you had yet to slip around him. Chris had been extremely open, accepting, and gentle about your headspace, but for some reason, you still couldn't shake the fact that you felt like you were bothering him.

Chris understood why this was a rather difficult thing for you to share, as well as why you didn't necessarily want to jump in feet first. He never pushed you to regress by any means, but after reading more on age regression on the days you were at work or the nights when you fell asleep before him, he figured it couldn't be very healthy for you to go this long slipping without a caregiver.

And so, he set himself to the task of gently encouraging your regression. Before you knew it, small boxes from Etsy would arrive to your house weekly, each one containing a decorated pacifier from a small shop that read things like 'Daddy's Princess', 'Sleepy Baby', and 'Little Angel'. Toys would "magically" appear on your shared bed or with your other little gear when you came home from work, as well as the small princess tent that had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room.

Though you hadn't fully regressed around Chris yet, you couldn't even begin to explain how grateful this made you. Your past boyfriends had been less than accepting when it came to your headspace, but Chris had taken it in stride, and you secretly thought that he was enjoying taking on the role of "Daddy" more than he was letting on.

Whenever he knew you had been having a hard day, Chris would pull you into his lap on the couch or in bed to cuddle, mumbling soft things like "Come cuddle, angel", "Daddy misses his baby girl!", or "Awww honey, you're so cute! Let Daddy take care of you, okay?". You had to admit that the more he encouraged your regression in a gentle manner, the more you wanted to slip.

Chris never pushed you, but he would always be right there until you were ready to slip, offering gentle hugs, praises, kisses <3

date a boy who...gets super excited when you're in littlespace ♡

You hadn't meant to slip. It wasn't that you couldn't, it was just that you genuinely weren't expecting it. You'd been slightly tired when Chris had proposed a movie night, but not enough so that you would actually slip. Being tired was one of your biggest headspace triggers, but you could usually anticipate the fuzzy feeling that overtook you.

Your boyfriend had slipped out of bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and stating that he was going upstairs to make hot chocolate for your movie. While Chris was gone, you had grabbed your phone off the charger and opened up Pinterest to pass the time. You were cold and slightly sleepy, which only exacerbated your want of cuddles.

You scrolled through the various photos, mentally cooing at cute ones. Your boyfriend and your headspace were arguably the biggest parts of your life, and your Pinterest feed reflected that. You clicked on a concept of a little and her daddy, before looking through more, which were mixed with cute photos of Chris that fans had uploaded.

Before you knew it, you snowballed, slipping right into headspace. You giggled to yourself, clutching your stuffie to your chest and looking at more cute things until the bedroom door opened.

"Daddy!" You squealed, throwing yourself up with a smile.

Chris looked up abruptly, kicking his bedroom door closed with his foot and setting the mugs he was carrying on the dresser. "...oh! Hi baby! I didn't know you were little!"

You smiled as Chris walked over to the bed and picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and pepper his face with (slobbery) kisses. "I missied you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, pumpkin! I didn't know I was getting to see my little girl tonight!" He always told you, but there were times where you didn't believe it. Chris loved you being in headspace almost more than you did. The light returned to your eyes, you slept better, and you were overall much more peaceful. Your caregiver moved to grab the mugs of hot cocoa, gently setting you down in bed and getting you situated with the warm drink. "Should we watch a movie, princess?"

You nodded eagerly and Chris flipped the TV to Disney+, already knowing that you would be requesting Tangled. Sure enough, as soon as the opening credits began, you began to squeal happily, eagerly sipping your cocoa. Throughout the entirety of the movie, Chris hardly watched the scenes, instead, focusing on admiring how much he loved his baby girl <3

date a boy who...calls you cute pet names ♡

If there was one thing about your regression, it was that you were hardly ever called by your real name. It's not that Chris didn't adore your name; instead, there were just so many adorable options for him to pick from.

These ranged from baby girl to angel to honey pie to sweetheart to little one. He would always say them while pressing a kiss to your cheeks/nose/head, calling you a good girl.

"Daddy's little angel is just the best girl in the world, isn't she?" Chris asks you, pressing a kiss to your head as he fills your sippy up with juice.

"Night night, baby girl." he hums, pulling you closer to his chest as you start to drift off, your shared room illuminated by your LED projector.

"Oh sweetheart! Thank you for making me look beautiful, honey!" Your daddy grins, observing the pigtails that you've put into his hair in the mirror.

And secretly? You wouldn't change a thing <3

date a boy who...stops whatever he's doing to cuddle you when you're feeling needy or anxious ♡

You groaned as you thrust your head into your hands. It was just past midnight and here you were, still sat at your desk, textbooks, papers, and highlighters scattered around you as you studied for your statistics exam tomorrow. Every time you felt like you grasped a concept, it would just slip away from you when you went to work on a practice problem.

Before you knew it, tears began to stream down your cheeks. You had always been one to crave academic validation, and the thought of anything less than a perfect score was enough to make a hollow pit of anxiety grow in your stomach. Your final was tomorrow, and it felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

Deciding that you were no longer going to be able to even try to study, you pulled your phone out of desk drawer you had shoved it in and shot Chris a quick text.

can you come downstairs, please?

You knew that the triplet brothers were upstairs, most likely having a Fortnite tournament, but right now, you needed your daddy and a good slip more than anything in the world. The sound of Chris' footsteps thumping down the basement stairs drew you out of your thoughts just as he opened the door to your shared room.

"What's up, ma?" he asked cheerfully, but his mood quickly changed when he saw you hunched over your desk and crying. "Oh...baby, what's wrong?"

Your boyfriend scooped you into a hug, allowing you to bury your tear-streaked face into his shoulder. "'M stressed."

"About your exam?" Chris asked knowingly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

You nodded, sniffling quietly. "I'm gonna fail."

"Shhhh honey," Chris began to sway back and forth, knowing that the motion relaxed you and was an almost immediate trigger for your littlespace. "That's a big girl worry, my love. You need to be Daddy's baby right now, princess."

Sure enough, the gentle rocking and the quiet caregiver voice catapulted you directly into your headspace. "Daddy?" You sniffled, cocking your head and finally removing your face from Chris' shoulders.

"There's my little one." he smiled, tickling your sides gently.

You blushed, wrapping your little fist around your daddy's thumb. Chris kissed your forehead, laying you down on the bed and then sliding next to you. He began to rub his large, warm hands across your back and tummy, giving you a gentle massage to release some of the tension in your body. No matter what, your daddy would drop anything and everything to cuddle his baby girl <3

date a boy who...loves tickle fights ♡

Chris had a favorite caregiver game. While some caregivers liked quiet, gentle games, your daddy absolutely loved to run wild with you. This particular game was one that made his heart swell with happiness, mostly because of the little giggles and happy squeals that fell from your lips.

"The Tickle Monster" involved him chasing you around the house, making 'monster' noises and threatening to tickle you. Once you had both collapsed on the couch, Chris began to tickle you relentlessly.

"Daddy!" You giggled. "No tickles!"

"Oh yes, princess! The Tickle Monster caught you!"

This would continue on for a while, Chris tickling you and you giggling and squealing, until the fight finally left your body. You curled up on your caregiver's chest, yawning widely. And in that moment, Chris knew that he wouldn't change this for the world <3

date a boy who...helps you regress when you can't do it by yourself ♡

It had been an extremely long week. Between your final exams, things with your job, and Chris being gone almost all day for filming purposes, you had hardly gotten a moment alone, furthermore time for you to slip.

Unfortunately, if you went too long without being in your headspace, it became difficult for you to just jump back in. Your boyfriend knew this, hence why he was currently planning how your night would go.

“C’mere baby,” he hummed, opening his arms as he sat down on the couch. “Daddy’s missed his little girl this week.”

You blushed but quickly obliged to cuddles, snuggling into his side. You were silently thankful that Matt and Nick were at a movie at the moment. Although both brothers knew of your littlespace, you preferred to slip away from them.

"I've got you, princess," Chris mumbled, kissing the top of your head. "Just let Daddy take care of you."

Sure enough, you quickly fell into your littlespace, happily blushing and giggling. You knew that you wouldn't have slipped that quickly and happily had it not been for your caregiver, and for that, you were beyond grateful <3

date a boy who...cooks you cute little meals ♡

It was a well-known fact that the three things in Chris' cooking repertoire were eggs and bacon, ramen, and hotdogs. None of which your little self was particularly fond of. However, your daddy knew he had to keep his baby fed, hence why he had come up with the concept of "little meals".

Your little meals ranged from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into cute shapes to microwaved nuggets on an adorably divided plate. You didn't even care about the content of the plate that much. Instead, you focused more on whether or not the food was on a Hello Kitty plate and whether or not it came with a cup of apple juice.

The best part of eating your little meals, though? It was when you daddy sat down beside you, eating his own food and sending you soft, gentle smiles <3

date a boy who...teaches you how to be a big kid ♡

There was very little Chris actively tried to change about your regression. It was your coping mechanism and for your healing, however, as a caregiver, he felt the responsibility to step in when your behaviors weren't as healthy.

Even in your littlespace, you had quite a bit of anxiety. In your regressed state, this would often cause full blown meltdowns and panic attacks, which ended up pulling you out of your headspace for days. That's why your boyfriend/caregiver was on a mission.

The mission? To teach you how to actively and healthy talk about your feelings while in headspace. Hence why you came home to a small, pink journal sitting on your and Chris' shared bed, despite the fact that he wasn't home. Curiosity got the best of you, and you gingerly opened the cover, reading what your boyfriend had scrawled across the first page.

Hey sweetheart! Daddy wants to make sure you're happy and healthy, right? That includes your body, your mind, and that big heart. Whenever you feel worried or anxious, you can draw me a picture in here to help your feelings and then we can talk about them, okay? I love you, baby girl <3

You didn't even realize that small tears were dripping down your cheeks as you read, until one landed on the lined notebook paper. You realized how eternally grateful you were that Chris truly cared about you and your feelings, little and big <3

date a boy who...buys you little things ♡

It would not be an exaggeration to say you were absolutely spoiled, both little and big. One of Chris' biggest love languages was gift giving, and that applied to your littlespace as well. You were absolutely spoiled beyond belief.

A pink princess tent had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room, along with a wall of stuffed animals. All kinds of toys like Calico Critters and Barbies spilled from a small trunk beside the tent, littering the floor.

Though he knew it was his weak point as a caregiver, Chris was no more likely to clean up than you were. He was content to bounce from activity to activity, as long as it meant he got to see that happy little smile on your face.

Your daddy absolutely loved buying little things for you and spoiling you, simply because it meant he got to see the cute giggles and happy smiles on his baby girl's face <3

date a boy who...makes you feel safe ♡

It had been raining all day. That you were expecting. What you weren't expecting was the loud clap of thunder that suddenly echoed through the house. You had been peacefully wrapped up in your caregiver's arms until this moment, watching My Little Pony. When you heard the noise, you looked up at Chris with a whimper, eyes going wide.

"Shhh, honey. It's just the thunder," Your daddy assured you, kissing your head and pulling you closer to him. "Daddy won't let anything happen to his baby girl."

Though you were still terrified, your body began to relax back into Chris hold. You let yourself lay against his chest, eyes trained on the cartoon. Your daddy had a special way of making you feel safe, and you trusted Chris with your life, little and big. Despite the sheets of rain pounding against the house and the thunder that rattled through your home, you felt immensely safe. It wasn't long until you were completely passed out in Chris' arms, snoring softly <3

date a boy who...tells you he loves you with his whole heart ♡

You had been through a lot in your short twenty years of living. You couldn't change that, but you could change how you experienced love as an adult. Chris made sure of that. Not a day went by where he didn't tell you he loved you multiple times a day. Even if it wasn't verbal, he always made sure to show his affection for you in everything from his actions to physical affection.

By far his favorite thing to make you and your little self feel loved though, was to tell you. He would plant little kisses on your rosy cheeks and your forehead, murmuring a "Daddy loves you, baby" after each one.

Just based off the look in his gentle, blue eyes, he could tell that he meant that with his whole heart. You were his baby girl, and he was honored that he got to be part of your healing <3

tags ♡: @matty-bear @heyitsmemia @sturnlovr @matthewsturniologirly @mattsturniologf444 @pkfferoo @sturnlova @gxldenlush @quinnysnursery @hearts4chriss @nicksbestie @jetaimevous

note ♡: if you’d like to be added to my taglist, click here <3

[starri-nightss]

Tummy-canons 🦋✨🫂

Summary: Headcanons about Matt being the tummy ache warrior he is (because we ALL know that man gets a tummy ache when the wind changes direction)

Side note: The fact that I love making sickfics/ranting about how I love the triplets tummies (because let's be fr they have the cutest damn tummies) yet I have severe emetophobia needs to be studied. Hope you enjoy! <3

☆ Matt is in a constant state of "my tummy hurts :("

☆ He has a box of stuff in the bathroom he uses whenever he gets a stomachache, full of pepto bismol, mints, electrolyte mixes, and a heating pad.

☆ If Chris and Nick go into Matt's bedroom and see "the box" sitting on his bed, they know to tread lightly and let him sleep off his upset tummy.

☆ Unless he's really really stressed or it's migraine related, he never really gets nauseous but when he does, you can usually find him huddled under a blanket, right next to the toilet just in case

☆ Filming can be a bit rough when he has a tummy ache but usually his brothers are nice about it.

☆ "We're gonna need to film a little later." "... Matt's stomach?" "Matt's stomach."

☆ Matt 🖤 tummy rubs

☆ He will literally fall asleep like a child if your hand is gently rubbing circles onto his warm tummy. Whether or not he has a stomach ache, he's out like a light.

☆ Fetal position in the center of his bed contemplating life with his heating pad below his belly button>>>

☆ Matt is THE tummy ache warrior 🤺

I see your requests and I raise you... trying to finish them. But they are getting done, no fear! It takes a bit because I also write on wattpad so I usually work on a chapter for wattpad, fic for tumblr, chapter, fic, etc. Love you my little stars 😁💫

[chrissdollie]

meet my little!readers !!!

100% completely SFW + INNOCENT!! dont interact if ur a weirdo or dont like.

bunny ˶ ♡ ∘ * 🍡🌸˚ ˳ (lowk self inserted..) my little pony, bluey, pink milkshakes, sanrio themed lip balms, pretty pink dresses, hello kitty cafe on roblox, frilly pink socks, candy necklaces,

so sweet nd gentle! fidgets the most out of them all as she has an oral fixation. which is why you'll always see her with a candy necklace that her cg bought for her instead of sucking on her thumb (or his). most absent minded out of everyone else too, she likes having matt/chris think for her!! she simply wants to draw in her hello kitty coloring books, watch bluey, eat far too much ice cream, and play with her favorite person! nothing else <3 her nose twitches a lot when she's sad, little tears dropping out of her eyes. and bunny hardly ever gets angry, but when she does, her foot stamps a LOT! arms folded, eyebrows aggressively furrowed, and a mean pout on her face.

kitty ˶ ♡ ∘ * 🎀🍩˚ ˳ shiny jewelry, monster high, knee high striped socks, lalaloopsy dolls, black pleated skirts,

definitely the brattiest of them all!! will whine and complain until she gets her way. bats her gorgeous long lashes too! lovess horror/creepy stuff (even tho matt/chris don't want her watching that kind of stuff..) as stubborn and sassy as she is, she loves cuddling up with her cg to fall asleep while watching tim burton movies on her ipad!! she also adores playing dress up + doing her cg's makeup against their will hehe. has a big collection of dolls but is very cautious about how she plays with them. you see, she won't touch their hair or take off their clothes at any time. she makes sure her cg knows these rules too-- otherwise he'll definitely get scratched.

puppy ˶ ♡ ∘ * 🥛˚ ˳ white lace curtains, converse, overalls, bubble baths, animal lover, buttons, watercolors, band-aids, fluffy blankets, frilly socks

definitely the shyest of them all, but can be very hyper + playful when comfy! sweetest little angel, always cudding her stuffies and convincing her cg to buy her more with big puppy eyes! loves going outside + playing in the grass in her dirt covered overalls :( other than playing around, she hates sports!! well-- she likes them and thinks they're fun until she trips and gets a booboo. then it's time to go inside. her hobbies include baking (with her cg's help ofc!), painting, building legos, and riding her scooter!!

tags <33

@star-sturn @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @imsosillygoofylol @sturnioloremarker @ashley9282828 @jnkvivi @sturncakez @lanasturn @riasturns @st7rnioioss @mattsfavbigtitties @mattttypooh @mattsbrowser @sierrraaaasturn @leah-loves-lilies @1everythingmustgo @r6diosturns @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @jnkvivi @lanasturn @riasturns @strnlxlqve @starlace111 @stvrlighht @harrys-whorecrux

[v1xyboy9]

Idk if this is just because I have age regression but Matt would be such a great caregiver 😕💔 (great dad in general)

He’s a silly goof tbh

[mattsfavbigtitties]

🌟WELOME TO THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS MASTERLIST🌟

✨(fluff), 🧠(headcanons), 🗯(reactions), 💌(media), 🍯(pure smut), ☔(angst), 🧸(age regression), 🕯(platonic)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Sturniolo Triplets (Platonic🕯) ★

Blind, Deaf, and Mute Challenge ✨

Bestfriend's w/the Triplets ✨🧠

Car Rides w/the Triplets 🧠

Noods 🗯💌

Tiktoks ✨🗯

Rough Day ✨🧸

Silent Library (SLS) (Coming soon..)

(Pranks By You)

Broken TV ✨

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Nick Sturniolo ★

SFW Alphabet ✨🕯

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Matt Sturniolo ★

NSFW Alphabet 🍯🧠

Pregnant w/Matt's Baby ✨🧠

Your Snap Story as His GF, Part2, Part3 💌

Tiktok 💌

BlackCat!Matt 🍯🧠

Attached at The Hip ✨🧸

Black Widow (Coming soon..)

Two is a Couple, but Four is a Crowd(ft. Chris S.) (Coming soon..)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Chris Sturniolo ★

NSFW Alphabet 🍯🧠

Barbies?! ✨🧸

Valentines Day Pick-up Lines (Coming soon..)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Nathan Doe ★

Accidentally Exposed(yourself) (Coming soon..)

Silent Library (Coming soon..)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[pr3ttyf4wn]

Shenanigans

(special thanks to @nicksbestie for telling me to post my agere stuff🩷)

small warning all of my little! readers (birdie,lamb, and bambi/doe) have she/her pronouns

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Giggles fill the house accompanied by shuffles of socks over hardwood floors. "Birdie, please be careful. Please" Matt's voice drifts from in the kitchen, his back turned to the two littles in the living room. "M'kay!" Your voice responds followed by a giggle when Chris runs two cars into eachother.

Your giggles stop with a gasp when you think of an idea. "Ceecee you wanna race?" Your voice is a whisper, its not like you would get in trouble for racing but better safe than sorry. "Cars? or like feet." Chris asks, head tilted to the side, one hand holding up a car the other pointing towards his feet.

"Feets." Your tone is a very 'I thought that was obvious' one and he nods quickly. "Sure!" You both giggle as you stand up and move to stand at the same spot in the middle of the floor.

"'Kay 3 2 1 go!" You're both running, full speed towards the kitchen, the stopping point being the end wall of the kitchen. "Birdie - Chris no running, while im cooking lunch. C'mon ya'll know better." Matt's voice is loud enough to make you stop dead in your tracks, momentum still carrying you and you fall to the floor.

Chris stops as well spinning around to look at you. There's tears welling up, you don't usually cry but Matt's voice spooked you and then you fell, so you have enough reason to cry. "Bubba Birdie fell." Chris yells and shuffles over to the kitchen. Matt's quick to turn off the heat of the stove and come rushing over.

"Hey, baby, you're okay." He soothes, crouched down next to you, hand running over your hair. "You're tough,kiddo, it's okay." He reassures again as Chris runs off to go get Nick (he's the only one that knows where the band-aids are) "C'mon, let's get you up. You wanna band-aid? Will that make it better?" You nod, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Matt picks ypu up and places you on the counter top.

Nick comes downstairs holding a box of colorful band-aids Chris towing behind him, hands fidgeting anxiously. "Where does it hurt, kid?" You point to your knee and Nick unwraps a band-aid and places it on it. "There we go, you okay?" "Mhm." You wipe your nose and smile, he smiles back. "Alright you can go play again." You hop down from the counter and go running off with Chris.

Two seconds later there's a thud, an "Ouch!", and a "Bubba's!! she fell again!" This is gonna be a long afternoon.

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a pr3ttyf4wn scroll ☆

a/n ☆ kinda love kinda hate this also a little scared to post this

taglist(im being very cautious with this because im a little nervous to tag everyone..) ☆ @iheartblueyesxoxo

[cocosplaydate]

cg!johnnie

- how I think Johnnie would be as a gc

🦇- very understanding of big emotions in little space!!

🩹- he’s happy to cuddle all day

“Jo!! tuddles?”

“Of course bub” (drops everything he’s doing to hug you)

🎤- his little is sick? He’s on high alert of everything you do, you cough? He’s there with water , you gag? He’s got ginger tea, you sneeze? He’s got tissues.

🎧- if his little has a bad sensory day he does everything he can to make it easier , even yelling if carrington is too loud

📞- he feels bad when he has to leave for tour or a meeting and is messaging and calling you all the time and always asking Jake/carrington for updates

🐁- let’s his little colour his tattoos, knowing he’s gonna have a stained arm for atleaste a week but just wants to see you smile :))

♠️- when his little is scared to slip he’s always encouraging

(Looking through the freezer for food)

“I wonder if anyone in here likes ‘your little space comfort food’”

“ME DO ME DO!! c:”

🦢- can’t help but mention you all the time

“And then I was saying how I like nightmare before Christmas

“My little LOVES nightmares before Christmas”

“I bough some popcorn the other day and it was stale”

“Oh my gosh my little loves popcorn!!”

🐈‍⬛- loves when you give him a random nickname

“Joeyyyyy!”

“Joojoo”

“Booboo”

☕️- the limited edition plush? Yeah he created that for you, letting you get yours custom!!

[aliregression]

Little!Matt Moodboard

“Mwama! stuffie!”

“Of course baby! Do you want lamby lamb?”

“Yes!” *giggles*

Little matt will love bath toys and stuffies. Also his friends pets? He will adore them so much! He will love playing with dogs, cats, and fishs!

“Mwama! Twke it owt?”

“No honey the fish gots to stay in the water! But you can use your toy car and race it!”

and that he will do

[seafullofpeace]

matt sturniolo with little!reader moodboard!

walks with trevor, bluey marathons, matching plushies, cute hairclips, cocoa and blanket, tea parties with your plushies, giving him cute hairstyles, matching pajamas, blanket tents <3

[nicksbestie]

it's giving little! chris and cg! matt

AWWWWW IT IS :(((

headcanon of little chris that needs frequent naps and matt who always lets him lean on him when he’s tired in public

[quinnysnursery]

behold, the "agere moments" compilation i promised you guys awhile ago.

lmk if you guys would be interested in some more of these for future vlogs they do!!

🎀🪄🎀

taglist bc i feel like y'all need to see this:

@natedoeswife @blahbel668 @nicksloverrr @katw4shereee @pkfferoo @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211

[bratzforchris]

Bumps n' Bruises

Summary: In which Matt just wants to play like Chris, but his body won't quite let him do that

Pairing: Little!Matt x feminine caregiver!reader x little!Chris

Warnings: Joint dislocation, chronic illness, little bit of pain and crying

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I was recently diagnosed with hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS) (the type Matt has in this fic!), so ofc I had to project :) The zebra is the official mascot for rare disorders and I felt like that photo was very little!Matt 🩷 As always, I'm not saying/assuming that Matt actually has this syndrome, nor am I saying/assuming he's a little. Hate/unnecessary rudeness will be blocked and deleted. Enjoy<3

Matt was just like any other little in most ways. He loved stuffed animals, snuggling with his caregiver, and could easily be bribed into cleaning up his toys with a gentle promise of ice cream. Ever since he had started regressing at the recommendation of his therapist, Matt’s quality of life had drastically improved. No longer did he shut himself away in his room when the terrible feelings washed over him. Instead, he popped his paci in his mouth and got curled up on the couch or in bed with his mommy, enjoying the soft, gentle praises you showered him with. 

However, Matt’s regression wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows all the time. Having Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, especially with joint hypermobility, left the little in pain quite often. Oftentimes, a dose of ibuprofen, his heating pad, and snuggles from Mommy would do the trick to ease the physical pain, but that didn’t make the emotional part of being chronically ill suck any less. This was especially evident when Matt would watch the way his younger brother, Chris, could easily play, roll, and tumble around with no pain. 

Sharing you as their caregiver wasn’t always easy, but Matt and Chris made it work. Whereas Matt tended to lean towards a younger headspace of 1-3 and enjoyed milk and snuggles, Chris opted for a headspace of 4-6, enjoying being beyond wild, but never naughty. It was rare that the boys ever played together, simply because of their different ages. Chris enjoyed cars, trucks, and dinosaurs, while Matt liked lambs, soft lullabies, and being actively attached to your hip at all times. 

There were times though, like today, where some game clicked between the two and they would happily sit on the living room rug, sharing in each other’s company. It had started out as a relatively normal afternoon. Chris was sat on the rug, happily pushing his Hot Wheels around the “track” that he had made out of the couch cushions, while Matt sat wrapped up in his blanket, happily watching Mrs. Rachel on the television. The older of the two boys had been in a significant amount of pain earlier in the morning, complaining of “‘M bones hurt, mama”. The extra attention you’d been giving Matt due to his flare up had caused quite the whiny spell for Chris, and you silently wiped your brow, thankful for the ease in tension. 

In his small headspace, Matt didn’t know how it had happened. One moment, he was entranced in his video; the next, he was eagerly eyeing the neon orange toy car that Chris was playing with. “‘M pway too?” he asked his brother, a slight gleam in his blue eyes. 

“Matt play?” Chris hummed, happily cocking his head.

The “younger” of the two boys nodded, moving out of his blanket and scooting next to his brother. Chris handed Matt a small, blue racecar, eagerly showing him how to play with it. For the next few minutes, only the sound of happy giggles could be heard from the living room as you stood in the kitchen, stirring the mac n cheese for the boys’ lunch. It warmed your heart to hear them enjoying each other’s company, seeing as how they tended to play their own games in little space. You had just turned off the heat on the stove, when you suddenly heard a sobbing wail that could only be described as a “little Matt noise”. 

You rushed into the living room, only to see Matt with his knees drawn to his chest, cradling his right hand. Beside him, Chris had scooted slightly away from his brother, a slight look of fear crossing his features. “What happened, bubbas?” You asked softly, so as not to scare the boys anymore. 

“‘M fingew!” Matt wailed, trying to show you the injury. 

Your heart dropped when you saw Matt’s ring finger painfully dislocated, the joint of his knuckle bent at an odd angle. “Oh sweetpea,” You murmured sadly. “Can I see it?”

“No,” Matt cried. “Hurts.”

Despite Matt’s sobs, you gently took his right hand in your own, examining the dislocation. Luckily, it wasn’t terrible enough to have to go to the emergency room, but unfortunately, you were going to have to pop it back in. “Shhhh, I know, angel. Let Mama pop it back in, baby.”

Though his blue eyes filled with fear, Matt allowed you to take his hand and gently pop the joint back into place. His sobs echoed around the room for a moment, until they slowly dissipated once he shoved his thumb back into his mouth. Your heart broke for your boy, hating the way his condition put him in so much pain. Thankfully, Matt wasn’t much taller or heavier than you, so you gently lifted him onto your hip, setting the down of you down onto the couch. The boy immediately curled into your side, sniffling softly as he sucked his thumb, which allowed you to glance over at Chris, who was still curled into the corner, anxiously looking on. 

“Hey bubba,” You hummed with a soft smile. “Wanna do me a big favor?”

Chris nodded eagerly, always a “helper” little one. “Mhm!”

“Can you go get Matt an ice pack for his finger, please?”

Chris nodded enthusiastically, scurrying off towards the kitchen, eager to help. While you waited, you gently plucked Matt’s thumb from his mouth, replacing it instead with his sunny, yellow pacifier that was laying on the coffee table. By the time Chris returned, carrying an animal shaped ice pack, Matt was almost asleep, yawning widely. Nevertheless, you placed the coldness onto his hand, hoping it would ease some of the discomfort from the dislocation. The younger of the two littles hopped up onto the couch beside you, snuggling into your side as well. 

You were silently thankful for the fact that you had turned the stove and the oven off before the fiasco, knowing there was no way the littles were letting go of you now. Matt was beginning to nap in your lap, while Chris grabbed the TV remote, eagerly flipping the television to Cars with a happy giggle. And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[starri-nightss]

Hiiii!! Can you do a blurb/oneshot of Little!Matt trying to get CG!Reader to help ask Little!Chris to play with him <3

Play with me? 🧸

(Little!Matt Little!Chris, CG!Reader)

Summary: Matt wants to play with his brother but is also a shy little one 🥹🫶 (Chris is 5-7, Matt's 2-4)

Side note: My first request eee! Ask and you shall receive <3 (or at least I will try)

Matt and Chris are like night and day: completely different but live in perfect harmony.

But when they're in littlespace, you have to be the the person to keep that harmony.

Matt's more of a shy little, who trails behind you with a bottle in his mouth like a puppy and Chris is the little that runs around the house making race car noises until he runs into a wall or gets distracted by something outside.

You're in the playroom with the two of them, Matt in one corner and Chris in the other. They're not being separated or anything, they just have the respective play areas.

You notice Matt keeps inching closer to you while he quietly makes up stories with his plushies until he's quite literally sitting on your feet. You also noticed over the past 20 minutes how he's been eyeing Chris's play area with a look of longing in his eyes.

"You okay, baby?" You ask Matt, ruffling his hair lightly. He looks up at you and nods, the tip of his stuffed bunny's ear in his mouth.

"Mhm."

Chris is in his own little world, playing with his Hot Wheels tracks and Cars themed trucks and cars. Sometimes he would randomly yell, "BEEP BEEP," making you chuckle as you watched your two little ones play.

Matt also looked interested, tugging on you and gesturing with a small finger to come close.

"Wanna p'ay with Chris."

"You wanna play with Chris, sweet boy? That's alright, go play!"

Hesitation washed over Matt's face as he glanced back and forth from Chris to you, Chris to you. He pointed to Chris and shyly asked, "You ask?"

Your heart swelled at his tiny voice. You loved your boys, both shy and playful, but Matt seemed to be getting more closed off, even around his own brothers. So you decided to gently guide him into a little more independence by doing something you hated to do: tell him no.

"I think you should ask if he wants to play, my love."

Matt looked almost fearful. "Buh- but what if no?"

"Then that's okay! Sometimes people need alone time. But that's why we ask: to see if they need alone time or want to play together," You explained gently.

You watched Matt's chest puff with the cutest amount of courage before scooting over to Chris's little Nascar event.

"Chris? You- you wanna p'ay with me?"

Chris looked up, a lost look on his face.

"Or- or need alone time?"

Chris's face broke out in a grin.

"Okay! We can p'ay cars!" He quickly handed Matt a blue car before aggressively crawling to the center of the room and telling Matt to follow.

The only thing cuter than Chris teaching Matt how to play race cars was the bright smile on Matt's face the entire time.

Hope I did your request justice anon! 🖤 Be sure to send in some more y'all!