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ââ àšà§ !ăMIDNIGHT COMPANY
chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY: While filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.
WARNING: Toxic relationship, yelling, fighting, being hurt physically and emotionally, manipulation, panicking.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Y/N didn't meant for things to end up like that.
She really didn't.
She was just walking alongside her boyfriend through the Target aisles, her eyes darting nervously between the shelves and the floor.
But she should know better. He had already been irritated when they left the apartment - something about her taking too long to get ready - and now, every move she made felt like a mistake.
"Stick close." Her boyfriend had muttered, his voice low but firm. His eyes darted around the store, scanning the aisles of brightly colored products with an air of impatience. "I donât want to spend all night in here."
Y/N nodded quickly, her throat dry.
"Okay."
They made their way down the main aisle, her boyfriend grabbing a few items and putting them into the cart with little regard. It was always like that; he made the decisions, and she just agreed and moved on.
He paused at the end of that same aisle, scanning the shelves with a discerning eye. She lingered a few steps behind, observing.
He grabbed a box of granola bars from the shelf, tossing it into the cart with a louder thud. She winced at the sound, her stomach knotting with unease.
"Why are you standing there? Do you see the cereal we get?" He asked, his tone clipped.
Her throat tightened. She scanned the shelves frantically, her eyes moving over the rows of colorful boxes. She wasnât sure if it was the green box or the blue one.
"Um, I think..." She started, reaching hesitantly toward one of the options.
"Donât think. Look." He snapped, already sounding exasperated.
Her hand faltered, and she pulled it back. Her heart was pounding, and her palms had grown clammy against the leather strap of her purse. She wanted to go home.
They turned into the household goods section, where shelves were lined with glass containers, picture frames, and other fragile items. Her boyfriend stopped abruptly, examining a set of drinking glasses with a critical eye.
"Do you think these match the ones we already have?" He asked, holding up a box with pretty crystal wine glasses.
Y/N hesitated, unsure if he wanted an answer or was just thinking out loud.
"I-I think so."
Her boyfriend sighed, setting the box down with a clatter.
"Youâre not even paying attention."
"I am." She said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper, desperately searching for his free hand. "I promise."
"Whatever." He muttered, letting her squeeze his fingers once before dropping hers, moving on.
Y/N quickly followed, trying to stay out of his way, her eyes fixed on his tall figure, crossing her hands in front of her body and forcing her brain to pay more attention to anything he touched or pointed out. She couldn't risk him thinking that she didn't care.
As she passed by one of the shelves, her purse brushed against a precariously balanced display of small vases. Time seemed to slow as the first vase teetered, then fell, hitting the shelf below it and sending a chain reaction through the display.
Crash!
The sound was deafening. Glass shattered across the floor, the pieces glinting under the white lights. Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the mess, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.
"Oh my god. Are you serious?" Her boyfriend hissed under his breath.
She dropped to her knees instinctively, trembling as she tried to gather the pieces with her bare hands.
"Iâm sorry." She whispered, her voice trembling and desperate.
"You're fucking nbelievable." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear.
She stopped for a moment, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She wasnât crying because of the spilled glasses. It wasnât even about the moment itself. It was about the weight of knowing that every mistake she made was a reason for him to get tired of her. To leave her.
"Iâm sorry." She whispered, again and again, the words tumbling out of her mouth as though they might undo the damage. "Iâm so s-sorry."
But it wasnât just an apology. It was an instinctive response, born from the fear of making him feel any sort of negative emotion at all. She knew that he wouldnât brush this off, wouldnât laugh, and say it was no big deal. He would be mad, and she couldn't let him get mad at her. Not again.
She desperately wanted to shrink herself down into something more digestible for him at that moment. Something he could chew up, spit out, and discard - like gum.
A woman at the end of the aisle glanced over, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. A man on the opposite side peeked around the corner, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.
Y/Nâs face burned with humiliation. She felt their stares on her, for sure, full of judgment. Her hands fumbled over the shards, shaking too hard to pick them up properly.
Her boyfriend crouched down beside her, his expression now unusually calm. His hand landed on her shoulder, but the grip was firm, bordering on painful.
"Y/N, honey, stop. Youâre going to hurt yourself."
"Iâm sorry." She whispered again, the tears on her eyes starting to burn her orbs with the force she used to stop the drops from escaping. She couldnât let him see her break. Sheâd learned the hard way that crying only made him angrier.
"Stop it." He said more firmly, moving his hand through her arm, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the glass. He looked up at the people looking back at them and forced a polite, almost apologetic smile. "Sheâs... a little clumsy. Always has been. Right, honey? I know you didnât mean to. You canât help it, can you?"
Y/N stiffened, her stomach churning. She forced her head to move up and down, the movement coming out almost robotic.
"Youâre just... distracted. All the time." He continued, his smile cold and tight. "Thatâs why these things happen. You canât focus."
She wanted to argue, to tell him that she wasnât some careless mess, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?
"Here." He said, taking an empty cardboard box near them and shoving the pieces to the side with it, taking it all out of the way. "There. Fixed. See?"
She nodded, swallowing hard.
"Now, get up."
She stood, her knees wobbling slightly as she adjusted the strap of her purse. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Itâs okay." He continued, speaking louder now so the others could hear. "She just gets a little overwhelmed sometimes. Donât worry, weâll take care of this."
The man at the end of the aisle nodded, giving her boyfriend a small, understanding smile. The woman pursed her lips and turned away, muttering something about how 'accidents happen'.
"Letâs go." He said through clenched teeth as he started walking toward the exit.
"But-"
"No." His voice was low, but the warning was clear. He smiled tightly at the few remaining onlookers as he dragged her past them.
Her face burned with humiliation, but she kept quiet, her eyes glued to the floor. His grip tightened when her feet seemed to disobey her brain, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.
The automatic doors slid open, and the cool night air rushed over her, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her head. Her boyfriendâs pace didnât slow, his hand still gripping her skin as he led her toward the parking lot.
Her heart was pounding, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. She felt like a child being scolded, small and powerless, her voice locked somewhere deep inside her throat.
When they reached the car, he finally let go of her arm, shoving her away as if she were a piece of garbage. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against the side of the car, waiting for whatever came next.
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From the other side of their spot in the parking lot, the triplets were parked, their van slightly away from the main entrance. It was Wednesday night, and they were filming their weekly video, the interior of the van alive with yells and laughter.
"... No, seriously, people do that sometimes." Chris said, turning slightly towards Matt while trying to prove his point. "Patches O'Houlihan, he did that."
Matt scoffed, looking at him with an 'are you serious?' look.
"From Dodgeball? The fictional character?" He laughed incredulously, looking at Nick through the rearview, ready for another weird thing to come out of Chris's mouth.
Nick's attention, however, wasnât on him - or them, for that matter. It was on the world outside. He always had a habit of scanning his surroundings, probably in a way of caring for himself and his brothers.
As Chris kept going, earning a loud groan from Matt, Nickâs eyes caught movement across the parking lot, almost exactly in front of their van. Near one of the parked cars, a couple stood in the golden glow of a streetlamp.
Nickâs stomach twisted. Something about the way the guy loomed over the girl, his gestures sharp and erratic, immediately set off alarm bells. The girl was visibly distressed, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture shrinking with every second.
Without thinking, Nick leaned forward and slapped Chris on the shoulder, interrupting him.
"Nick, what the-" Chris began, turning sharply, his annoyance evident.
"Shut up." Nick hissed, his voice low but firm, cutting through Chrisâs protest. He nodded toward the couple. "Look."
Chris frowned but followed Nickâs gaze, his expression shifting from irritation to curiosity and then to concern. Matt, who had been in the middle of adjusting his hoodie, leaned closer to the windshield.
"Whatâs going on?" Matt asked, his voice quieter now.
Nick didnât answer, instead reaching for the button to lower his window, easing it down. A faint, angry voice carried into the van, growing clearer as the manâs yelling intensified.
"... do you even understand how embarrassing you are?"
The girl stood frozen, her arms clutching her sides as though trying to hold herself together. Her head was bowed, her hair shielding her face from the world. She didnât respond, didnât dare to look up, and that only seemed to fuel his anger.
"What the fuck?" Matt muttered, leaning forward slightly to get a better look, his eyes glued to the scene.
"You think Iâm joking?" He snapped, stepping closer to her. "You think I enjoy having every pair of eyes in that store on me because you canât manage to walk without causing a damn scene?" The man continued, stepping closer to her.
Her response was so soft that it barely reached the tripletsâ ears.
"Iâm sorry..."
"Sorry?" The man laughed bitterly. "Youâre always sorry. Youâre sorry when you spill coffee, youâre sorry when you trip over your own feet, and now youâre sorry for knocking over half a shelf like a goddamn child?"
The girl flinched at his words, biting her bottom lip while taking a small - almost imperceptible - step back.
Chris tensed after watching her reaction, his jaw tightening.
"This guyâs a piece of-"
"Chris, shush." Matt snapped, his voice low.
"I told you before, didnât I? Stop acting like a fool every time weâre out in public. This is for your own good." The man spat.
"I didnât mean to-" She started, but he cut her off quickly.
"Shut up!" He barked, his voice echoing across the lot. She shrank back, her body trembling. "You know better than to talk back to me." He growled, taking another step closer.
"I wasnât-"
"Stop talking!" He barked, his voice echoing across the empty lot probably louder than intended. "Every time you open your mouth, you make it worse. Do you even understand that? Or are you too stupid to figure it out?"
Tears accumulated inside her eyeballs, shining below the lights.
"Look, Iâll call an Uber, okay?" Y/N murmured, her voice cracking. "You can go home and calm down. Please."
"Oh, youâll call an Uber? Sure, letâs waste more of my money on your screw-ups." The manâs laugh was sharp and bitter.
She reached into her purse, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone, unlocking it and trying to search for tha app, being harshly interrupted when the man snatched the device from her grip with such force that she stumbled.
Chris shifted uncomfortably, his fists clenched on his lap.
"Do we step in?"
"I don't think we should, not right now." Nick whispered.
"Give it back. Please, baby." She asked, her voice weak, trembling.
"Why? So you can text your little friends about what a terrible boyfriend I am?" He sneered, holding the phone high above his head.
Y/N's mouth dropped open, her wet eyes widening as if he had just committed the worst crime.
"Baby, please." She begged, her tears now falling freely, causing her voice to break. "I would never ever do that. I love you so much, you know that, right?"
He ignored her. With a single, violent motion, he hurled the phone to the ground. The sound of glass and plastic shattering against the pavement echoed in the silence.
She recoiled as though the blow had landed on her instead of the device, a squeak involuntarily escaping from her mouth. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself as she stared at the broken pieces. Her whole life, broken.
"Should've had taken that shit from you sooner." The man spat, shaking his head. "Pathetic. Canât do anything right."
Matt and Nick exchanged horrified glances through the rearview, Chris's face pale by their side.
"P-please, don't leave me here, baby. I love you, I'm so sorry." The girl begged, gluing her hands in a praying gesture in front of her body. "I promise I'll do better."
"I can't even look at your face right now." The man shook his head. "I need some time, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before storming off to the driver-side of his car, slamming the door and speeding out of the lot, tires screeching against the asphalt.
Y/N stood frozen, her trembling figure illuminated by the lights and the moon.
Chris didnât think. One second, he was staring at her, and the next, his hand was on the van door handle, yanking it open.
"Chris!" Matt hissed from the driverâs seat. "What are you doing?"
"Chris- what the fuck?!" Nick added, his voice urgent but not loud enough to stop him.
But Chris couldnât wait. He couldnât sit there any longer, watching this girl suffer alone.
He bolted from the van, the cool night air hitting him like a slap, but he barely noticed. His long strides carried him across the parking lot, his heart pounding not from his pace but from pure urgency.
"Oh my god, he's crazy!" Mattâs groan echoed from behind him, but it was distant, like background noise.
He didnât stop. He couldnât stop.
The closer he got, the more his stomach churned. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks blotchy and raw from crying. But she wasnât just crying. She was panicking. He could see it in the way her hands trembled uncontrollably, and in the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Chris slowed as he approached her, not wanting to startle her. She was staring at the exit of the parking lot, her wide, unfocused and tear-filled eyes locked on the gate arm as though it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.
"Hey." He said softly, his voice gentle but firm.
She flinched, her head snapping up, and her gaze locked on him as she took a step back. For a moment, she looked utterly terrified, and Chris's throat tightened.
He quickly held his hands up, palms out, trying to show her he wasnât a threat.
"Hey, hey, itâs okay." He said quickly. "I just... I saw what happened, and I wanted to check if youâre okay."
Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. She shook her head, taking another step back, her back almost hitting the metal post of the streetlight.
"You donât have to be scared." Chris said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Iâm not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help."
She looked at him again, her watery eyes studying his face as though trying to figure out if he was lying.
Chris took a cautious step closer, keeping his movements slow.
"Youâre shaking." He said gently. "It's freezing out here. Can I... can I give you my hoodie?"
She blinked at him, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Why?" She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because itâs cold, and youâre upset, and Iâd feel better if you werenât standing out here like this." Chris said honestly, shrugging off his hoodie - ignoring how the hairs on his arm fully stood up with the cold air - and holding it out to her.
She hesitated, her eyes darting from his face to the piece of clothing, then back again.
"Itâs okay." Chris reassured her. "You donât have to take it, but I promise itâs clean. And warm."
After what felt like an eternity, she slowly reached out and took the hoodie from him. Her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped it, but she managed to pull it to her chest, pressing it against her covered skin.
"Thank you." She mumbled, her voice shaky.
Chris exhaled a breath he hadnât realized he was holding.
"Of course. Whatâs your name?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm Chris."
She blinked her eyes at him, frowning, clearly surprised by the question.
"Y-Y/N." She said hesitantly.
"Y/N." He repeated, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "Itâs really nice to meet you... Um, do you want to sit down? You look like you need a second."
She looked around the parking lot again before nodding slowly, and Chris gestured to the curb nearby. He waited until she sat down before taking a seat a few feet away, giving her space but staying close enough that she wouldnât feel alone.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
"Iâm fine." She finally said - even though it wasn't what Chris was expecting to hear, her voice cutting through the silence, hoarse and shaky.
Chris tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing.
"I donât think you are."
"I am." She insisted, but her voice cracked on the words, betraying her.
Chris turned his face slightly to the side to meet her eyes, curving his upper body, trying to make himself seem less imposing.
"I know you donât know me. Well, only my name now." He said softly. "But I can tell youâre not fine. And thatâs okay. You donât have to be. Not after that."
She bit her lower lip hard, and for a second, Chris thought she might break down again. But instead, she straightened her spine, her trembling hands wiping at her tear-streaked face.
"It's not as bad as it looked. He was just angry." She said quietly, almost as if she was saying that to herself. "Itâs not his fault. I... I messed up."
Chrisâs heart sank at her words.
"You didnât mess up." He said firmly, his voice laced with conviction.
She shook her head, her hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie tightly.
"I did. I dropped something, broke it, actually. It was stupid, and it drew attention to us, and... and he doesnât like that. He was just trying to make me understand."
Chris stared at her, his chest tightening painfully.
"Thatâs not okay." He said softly. "No one should treat you like that, no matter what happened."
"You donât understand." She said, her voice rising slightly as she hugged herself tighter. "He just... he gets frustrated sometimes, but itâs because he cares. He doesnât mean to be mean."
Chrisâs jaw clenched, a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside him.
"Love isnât supposed to be like that, Y/N." He said gently. "Itâs not supposed to hurt you and leave you standing in a parking lot crying, shaking, and alone."
Her eyes filled with fresh tears again, and she looked away, staring at the ground as if she couldnât bear to meet his gaze.
"You donât know him." She whispered, shaking her head vehemently.
Chris wanted to scream, to grab her shoulders, and shake her until she understood that what she was describing wasnât love. It was control, manipulation, and abuse. But even though he had never helped a victim of a toxic and abusive relationship before, he knew he should keep his voice calm, so he did it, maintaining his tone soft and steady.
"Youâre right." He said. "I donât know him. But I know what I saw, and I can only imagine what it feels like to have someone make you think youâre the problem when youâre not."
Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing.
"You donât know anything about me."
Chris held up his hands.
"Youâre right again. I donât. But Iâm not here to judge you. Iâm here because I want to help. No strings, no expectations. Just... let me help. I can't leave you alone here for the rest of the night."
She shook her head again, her hands trembling as she brushed her hair out of her face.
"I shouldnât even be talking to you about this. It isn't fair to him. Heâd be so heartbroken if he knew."
Chris watched her for a second too long.
"But you deserve to talk to someone." He finally said. "You deserve to feel safe."
"I am safe!" She snapped, her voice ringing out in the empty parking lot. The declaration sounded hollow, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.
Chris took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second.
"I just want to help you." He said, his tone pleading. "Do you have someone you can call? A family member, a friend? You can use my phone-"
Her reaction was immediate and panicked. She shook her head furiously, her eyes wide with fear as her body tightened, seeming ready to stand up and run.
"No! No, I canât call anyone."
"Why not?" Chris asked gently, though his heart was racing, his eyes traveling quickly to his car where his brothers were before going back to Y/N. "Theyâd want to help you, just like I do."
"I said no!" She cried, her voice cracking. Her breathing was shallow and quick now, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. "You donât understand. I canât just call someone. And you... you need to go. God, you shouldnât even be here."
Chris frowned, his brows knitting together.
"Please, Iâm just trying to-"
"You donât get it." She interrupted, her voice hushed but frantic. She glanced around the parking lot as though expecting her boyfriend to be there somewhere, watching them. "Heâs going to come back. And if he sees you here, if he thinks... you need to leave. Now."
Chrisâs stomach dropped at the sheer terror in her voice.
"Y/N, he won't hurt you in any type of way while I'm here with you. I can promise you that." He moved a bit closer again, careful not to make any sudden movement. "Let me do something for you. Anything, please."
"You canât." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one can. Please, just go. Heâs going to be here soon, and I-I canât let him see you."
She was holding onto that story like it was a lifeline, but the way her hands trembled and her breath hitched betrayed her doubt.
"What if he doesnât?" Chris asked gently. "What if heâs not coming back tonight?"
Her face fell for a brief moment before she quickly masked it, straightening up.
"He will." She said, though there was no conviction in her tone. "He always does."
Chris nodded, looking around dismissively.
"Okay. Maybe he will. But just in case... maybe you could let me help you. You donât have to trust me, I get that. I'm a stranger. But let me offer you something. A safe place to wait."
"I donât have anywhere to go." She admitted, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the night air. "Just our house. And I don't think I should go back there now."
Chrisâs heart twisted at her words and how uncertain they sound, but he kept his expression neutral, careful not to show pity.
"Okay." He said softly. "Then maybe you can just... talk to me. You donât have to get in my car. We can sit out here. Iâll stay right here in the open where you can see me."
She hesitated, her eyes darting to the ground.
"Why do you care so much?"
Chris crossed his legs above the pavement, relaxing his posture further.
"Because I know what itâs like to feel like youâre on your own." He said simply. "And because I donât think anyone should have to go through something like this alone. You donât deserve that."
She hesitated, her gaze watching her hands above her thighs.
"I wonât call the police unless you want me to." Chris added. "I wonât push you to do anything you don't want to do. But you donât have to deal with this alone."
Her lip quivered, and she closed her eyes tightly, her voice barely a whisper.
"I donât even know what Iâd do."
Chrisâs heart ached for her, but he kept his tone steady.
"How about this." He said. "Iâll stay with you until you figure that out. If you want, I can take you to a hotel, or I can help you find somewhere else to stay for the night. But whatever you decide, Iâm not going to leave you here."
She was silent for a long time, her shoulders rising and falling with each shaky breath. Finally, she nodded, just once.
"Okay." She said.
Chris exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.
"Okay." He echoed.
For the first time that night, she looked at him fully, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and cautious hope.
He opened his widest smile in response, leaning back slightly with his palms against the curb behind his back and glancing up at the sky.
"You know." He started, his tone casual. "This isnât exactly the way I imagined spending my Wednesday night."
Her eyes scanned his face carefully, frowning, feeling like she was the one to destroy his day - or night.
"What do you mean?" She asked hesitantly, her voice hoarse.
Chris shrugged, being careful not to mention his career. He didn't want to overwhelm her.
"Well, usually on Wednesdays, Iâm sitting in my van with my brothers, arguing over who gets to pick the fast-food spot. Weâre probably debating something ridiculous, too."
That earned him the smallest, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips. It wasnât quite a smile, but it was something. It encouraged Chris to continue.
"My brothers are idiots, by the way." He said, his tone light. "Donât tell them I said that, though. They'll get big heads thinking I actually pay attention to their nonsense."
Her brow rose slightly, curiosity tugging at the edges of her expression, her body instinctively leaning towards him.
"What are they like?"
Chris chuckled, throwing his head to the side, laying his cheek against his shoulder and looking at her eyes.
"They're amazing. Weird, but amazing. They're so funny in their individual way, always making me laugh so hard that sometimes I feel like I could pass out."
This time, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, and Chris felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. It was small, but it was progress.
"Youâre close with them?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah." Chris said, nodding. "Itâs hard not to be when you all live and do everything together. But theyâre good guys. Annoying as hell, but good."
She looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve.
"Must be nice." She murmured.
Chrisâs smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly.
"It is." He admitted. "But, you know, we fight sometimes. Like, really fight. Last week, Matt threw a punch at me because I wouldnât stop talking during his game."
Her lips twitched again, and this time, it was a small, shy smile.
"What were you saying?" She asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement.
"Oh, some random shit. Canât even remember now. Probably something embarrassing, knowing me." Chris grinned. "Matt said I was ruining his concentration, but honestly, I think he just doesnât appreciate my brain work."
She shook her head slightly, her smile lingering.
"Youâre ridiculous." She said softly, almost reflexively, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her expression shifted. Her body tensed up, her shoulders pulling in as her eyes darted to him in alarm. "I didnât mean-"
"Guilty as charged." Chris smoothly interrupted her, opening a smirk while looking at her, trying to express through his eyes that it was okay. "But, hey, if ridiculous is what it takes to make you laugh, then Iâm all in."
Her looked down again at the pavement, scraping her shoes over the small rocks.
"Thanks." She said quietly.
"For what?" Chris asked, his voice gentle.
"For... keeping me company." She said, her gaze fixed on her lap. "I donât feel... as bad right now."
Chris felt a lump in his throat but pushed it down, keeping his tone light.
"Anytime." He said. "Iâve got a whole arsenal of dumb stories and good jokes if you need them."
She looked at him then, her eyes softer than before.
"Youâre really nice." She said, pressing her lips in a fine line.
Chris shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
"I just donât like seeing people hurt." He said honestly. "And, I donât know, you seem like someone who deserves a lot better than... all this."
Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Chris thought she might start crying again. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded.
"Thanks." She said again, her voice steadier this time.
Chris gave her a warm smile.
"No problem. Now, how do you feel about bad puns? Because Iâve got a killer one about a duck and a lawyer."
Her laughter filled the cold night air, causing a large smile to stretch across Chris's lips. He would do everything in his power to help this girl.
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âp- please mama..â you hear the boy whine while clenching his fists, not knowing where to put his hands. âplease what sweet boy? mâgonna need a little more than thatâ you grin, your eyes low as you continue to rub over the forming bulge through his jeans. âneed- need your m-mouthâ he murmurs, clearly embarrassed. âneed my what? câmon honey.. one more timeâ
he canât help but grind his hips up into nothing at your teasing words, he knew what you were doing and he was willing to do anything to have your pretty mouth around him. âyouâre that desperate? fuck baby.. just say it one more time and iâll give you whatever yâwantâ he shudders when he feels you apply more pressure to his hard dick, begging to be freed from the uncomfortable layers.
âplease mama! n- ngh- need your mouthâ his voice now a little louder than before, you smile and begin to unbutton his jeans pulling them down to reveal him. âsuch a good, perfect boy, yeah? look at you, sâall for meâ you wrap your hand around him and begin to slowly stroke him.
âm-mama.. mmâ all that is heard from him is mumbles and incoherent nonsense, âyeah baby?â he can hear the smirk in your tone, his hips buck again as if trying to silently say that he wants needs more.
you finally take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him. âo-ohh mam- fuck! r-right th-thereâ his hands start to scatter not knowing where to put them, you rest both of them in your hair. your continuous humming and moaning around him pushes him closer and closer to the edge and his hands steadily grip onto your now messy hair.
it doesnât take him long to feel that pit in his stomach become stronger âm- mâgonna cum c-can i cum mama please!â his soft whimpers and whines signal that heâs close, you pull off for a split second. âgo ahead baby, cum for meâ you focus your attention on his sensitive tip and stroke the rest of him. âplease please please-â he doesnât even know what he was begging for, just babbling off nonsense as he reaches his high.
âgood boy you did sâgood for me, my sweet boyâ you let off of him and swipe over his tip with your thumb, teasing him. ân-no more please.. mâtiredâ he whines while trying to swat your hands away. âokay baby, no more. mâso proud of youâ you climb up onto the bed and he rests his head on you, letting his tired figure settle onto your chest before curling up and dozing off into a peaceful sleep.
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TUTOR!MATT x BRATTY!READER
bratty!reader tries to take control in the bedroom.. but tutor!matt isn't having it
Ëđđ warnings... smut, dom!matt, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this pls!!), bigdick!matt, stomach bulge, overstimulation, squirting
âshh- matt. no! stop! just- just shut up, be a good boy fâme,â you whined with furrowed brows, both your hands resting on his bare chest while your legs were sprawled out on either side of his hips, his throbbing cock nestled deep inside of you making your head spin.
you were desperately trying everything to at least earn a whine from him, wanting to fuck him stupid, not the other way around. he usually submitted whenever you pulled the âgood boyâ card, but today? he wasnât budging.
and matt? oh, matt was enjoying the show more than anything. all day, you had tried to maneuver him around, acting all big and tough, while he simply just broke a chuckle at your âbig and strongâ self. he was trying his best to tutor you and study after school, but once again, you were being silly and whiny, insisting you didnât want to.
but matt knew that youâre just all bark no bite. so why not take advantage of that for a good minute?
âcome on, show me what youâve got, baby,â he smirked, his hands caressing up and down your bare sides while you squirmed from the delicious stretch, letting you do all the hard work. but you just pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up.
âb-be quiet.. and be a g-good boy fâme,â your voice was weak, coming out as a pathetic whimper while you desperately wanted to take control in the bedroom like usual. but matt wasnât having any of it.
and while you desperately tried to shut him up, you could feel your pussy drooling around his cock, clenching and squeezing him. at this point, the only person you were teasing was yourself. ân-now just.. just let me do it, puppy,â you whined, letting your finger slip from his lips to rest on his chest once more, steadying yourself as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
âf-fuck.. youâre.. so big,â you moaned pathetically, glaring at him when he let a smile grow on his lips again, squeezing your eyes shut both to ignore the look on his face, but also in pure pleasure.
weakly, you started raising and lowering your hips, letting his fat cock nudge that sweet spot deep within you, allowing pornographic moans to carelessly spill from your lips. âyeah, is it that good, huh? yâlook so adorable, all dumb on my big cock, arenât you?â he teased, watching the way your tits bounced ever so slightly from your slow pace.
his words went in through one ear and out through the otherâbecause he was completely right. the weak and slow bouncing you were doing on his dick made your mind fog into one cloud, nothing but the feeling of him sheathed deep inside of your slick pussy going through your mind. matt kept his hands on your hips, but he didnât help you at all. he just watched where your two bodies connected, enjoying the sight of your wet hole taking all of him while occasionally letting out a quiet groan.
âcâmon, baby. sâthat all you got for me?â he teased, playfully squeezing your hips, making you yelp and open your droopy eyes to meet his. âmatt, be quiet! y-youâre being.. bad,â oh, his heart was melting at your desperate and whiny voice, along with your desperate bouncing on his dick. he couldnât help it, you looked so adorable.
yeah, he could tell your mind was one big haze, but he could also tell you wanted, no, needed more. the pitiful, little whimpers, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his chest, and the dull bounces. no, he had enough.
in a quick move, he heisted you off of him by your waist, flipping you over so he was hovering over you, one hand beside your head, the other one spreading your knees apart. âyeah, iâve had enough of your little antics, bunny. gonna be a good girl for me?â he mocked your previous words, and with a yelp from you, he slowly stuffed his cock back into you, a loud and carefree moan leaving your parted, pretty lips.
before long, he was pounding into you, whines and moans spilling from your mouth. âmatt- youâre, youâre being.. sss..such a bad boy,â you slurred your words, head thrown back against the pillow behind you when he thrusted harder into your gummy walls, eliciting a lewd squelching noise.
âyeah? yâthink?â he asked rhetorically, knowing you were far too gone to answer, let alone register his words. âi think that youâre enjoying this, donât you? such a dumb brat. youâre going all stupid on my cock⊠so, so wet fâme,â he let out a choked chuckle, a sharp groan leaving his lips. âyour pretty pussy squeezing me so fuckinâ good..â you wailed on a moan, your nails digging into his biceps while he continued plowing into your soaked walls.
âfuck! matt, iâm- iâm gonna cum, donât stop!â you whimpered, eyes pinched shut while he gently ran his knuckles over your cheek. âgood girl.. just keep on squeezing me, baby. youâre being so, so good..â he groaned, momentarily letting his thrusts slow, both hands sliding up the back of your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees to press them down to your chest. the new position only allowed him to push harder into your drooling cunt, his fat tip already brushing against your cervix.
he nearly goddamn spilled his cum into you when he saw the way your lower tummy was bulging, carefully brushing his fingers over the imprint, before returning the hand to your knee. he watched as he slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, before pushing his cock back in, his eyes following the bulge in your tummy. fuck, he was enjoying the sight of his dick disappearing into you.
âyou take me so well.. yâlike that?â he chuckled dryly when he saw the way your lips parted into an o-shape, brows knitting up in pure ecstasy. âgod, you look cute. acting all tough, while getting your brains fucked out.. not so tough now, are you?â he quietly mumbled, picking up the speed of his hips, until he was back to ram into your sloppy cunt. though your mind was telling you to snap back at him in that bratty tone you had, you just couldnât get yourself to itâmaybe you were too dumb on his dick.
âg-gânna cum! matt-â you blabbered, your moans only growing in volume and pitch when his cock continued hitting that spot inside of you, the wet and lewd noises from your pussy only adding to the overwhelming sensation. âcome on, pretty. i know you can do it, cum on my big cock,â he husked, a low moan followed by his words, his pelvis brushing perfectly against your swollen bud.
before you knew any better, you were releasing all around him, loud and pathetic moans coming from your parted lips, still stuck in an o-shape. your thighs were aching, eyes fluttered shut when he continued to thrust into your dripping hole, listening to the sinful squelching.
âsâtoo much- mattâŠâ you whined, eyes fluttering open for a moment to look up at him with pleading eyes. his thrust stilled for a second, allowing you to catch his breath while he leaned down to peck your forehead.
and just as you thought he was gonna pull out, he started plunging back into your sensitive pussy, a squeal leaving your lips. âshh, baby- be quiet fâme.. iâm not done with you yet,â his voice was wicked, twisted with need. he slowly let go of one of your legs, his hand slipping over your pretty lips to muffle your whines and whimpers, the other hand resting across your stomach to feel his cock inside of you.
âsince you wanted to act all tough.. how does it feel now? me being all tough on you?â his words were mean, but his tone wasnât twisted with malice, continuing to pump into your overstimulated cunt. he could tell you were close from the way you were clamping around him, his hand snaking down to gently pinch your clit between his fingers, your back arching.
you felt that same tightening in your lower tummy like moments prior, attempting to warn himâbut it was hard, from the way his hand clamped over your pretty lips. the continuous thrusts only made it harder to hold back, and soon after, you were gushing around him, knees starting to tremble while your moans weâre muffled by his palm. though you desperately wanted to catch your breath for a second, his following words only made you want to do it all over again.
âfuck, would you look at that.. soaking the fuckinâ sheets for me, huh?â he cooed, his thrusts turning sloppy when his eyes flickering down to watch your soaked cunt take all of him, flickering back up to your lidded eyes while he rubbed lazy circles on your bud.
âyeah, nah.. iâm nowhere done with you, angel,â
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âË⥠chris is obsessed with the bulge in your throat when sucking him off
you lay on the edge of chrisâ bed, your head tilted back just enough to nearly dangle off, while he stood above you, his tip grazing the soft curve of your lips.
he looked down at you with a grin, his eyes darkened with desire and intensity that sent a shiver through you, every glance seeming to drink in the sight of you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
he shifted his stance slightly, his movements deliberate as he sought a better angle. his breath hitched for a moment before a low, husky groan escaped his lips. âfuck,â he muttered, his voice heavy with list as his gaze locked onto you.
âlook at how perfectly those lips wrap around meâŠâ his words trailed off, his eyes darkening further as he watched your tongue flick out, teasing him with a slow, deliberate taste that made his grip on your boobs tighten slightly.
you parted your lips slowly, inviting chris to slide his length past them, the warmth and softness drawing a low groan from him as he pushed forward.
a satisfied hum escaped you, vibrating against him as you adjusted to the length and feel of him, your lashes fluttering shut while your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. each inch felt deliberate, his movements slow and controlled, as if savouring the sight of your mouth taking him in.
his fingers slid into your hair; tangling gently as he guided your movements with a firm yet unhurried touch, letting you set the pace while he watched. each subtle pull and shift of his hand was deliberate, steering without forcing, as his gaze fixated on the way his cock disappeared between your lips.
the sight alone was enough for small noises to pass his lips, but what had him completely undone was the sight of the bulge forming in your throat as you took him in so deeply.
his free hand moved down, trailing over the curve of your neck, his fingers pressing lightly to feel himself beneath the skin. the sensation made his head fall back for a moment, a guttural groan escaping his lips before he looked down at you again.
âfuck,â he rasped, his voice low and full of raw hunger, âlook at youâŠso perfect, taking me like that.â his thumb stroked gently over the bulge as he bit his lip, savouring every second of the sight before him.
one of your hands trailed down your body, trembling slightly as you found your way to the heat between your thighs. pressing over your baby pink thong, you began rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit, the thin fabric doing little to muffle the growing ache.
a soft, needy moan slipped from your lips, vibrating around chris in a way that made his head snap back, a sharp hiss breaking from his mouth. his grip in your hair tightened, not rough but enough to hold your attention as his gaze flicked down to where your hands worked against yourself.
âfuck, baby,â he groaned, his voice strained and full of awe, âyouâre so goodâŠso fucking good.â his free hand slid down your cheek, brushing over your jaw as he smirked, his hips stuttering slightly from the sensations you were giving him. âkeep going,â he urged, his tone dripping with want. âiâm so close, ma.â
chrisâ hips began to move faster, each thrust more urgent as his need to release overtook him. the rhythm was relentless, and you felt the intensity building with every movement. your eyes squeezed shut, tears prickling at the corners as your throat worked around him, earning a guttural groan that sent a shiver down your spine.
"fuck, baby... look at that," he rasped, his voice thick with awe and desperation. his hands moved from your hair, sliding beneath your neck to cradle it, his thumbs brushing tenderly over the bulge that formed in your throat each time he pushed deeper. the mix of his rough desire and gentle touch made your head spin, and the way his eyes darkened as he watched you rub over your clothed pussy.
âfuck, fuck, fuck," chris chanted, his voice breaking as his head fell back, every muscle in his body tightening as he teetered on the edge. his grip on your neck faltered for a moment, his fingers flexing as his hips bucked forward.
"i'm gonna come, baby," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as a sharp hiss escaped his lips, the sound raw and desperate.
with a final thrust, his release hit, thick, hot ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. his body trembled above you, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he struggled to catch his breath.
"shit, baby," he panted, opening his eyes as he slipped out your mouth, his chest heaving as he smirked. "you're fucking perfect." his thumb brushed against your swollen lips, his gaze locked on you as you swallowed every drop, sending another shiver through him.
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THIS IS SO GOOODDD @muwapsturniolo
Backseat serenade đł Chris Sturniolo
"kid, what the fuck are you on about?"
â NSFW content ahead, car sex, riding, missionary, squirting, cum, not edited, there is a link to a porn video for one of the positions.
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You were pissed.
It was the middle of December in LA and Chris had you standing outside waiting in the cold. He didnât tell you why, he claimed it was a surprise.
âThis dumbass boy, why the hell are him and Matt taking so long?â You mutter to yourself, shivering slightly. Not soon after, the familiar black car pulls into your driveway.
You go to wave to Matt, expecting Chris to hop out on the passenger side - you were wrong.
Your eyes widen seeing Chris hop out the car, a cocky smirk on his face as he makes his way towards you.
âWhat the fuck?â You mumble as soon as he approaches you, your confusion evident. He chuckles softly, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist.
âWhy the hell are you driving with no licenses Chris? What if you got pulled over?â You begin to scold him.
He fishes in his pocket, pulling out his wallet and showing you his brand new drivers license.
âSurprised?â He asks as you snatch the wallet from him, examining the plastic ID. âWhen the hell did you take your test? You never even told me you were trying to get it!â
You gently slap his shoulder, going back to looking at the license.
âI wanted it to be a surpriseâŠnow come on, I want to drive you around for once.â You couldnât help but smile at his words.
So here you were, sitting in the passenger seat for once as Chris drives. You couldnât help but stare at him, watching the way his eyes dart across the road, the way his hand wrap around the steering wheel, the way he was manspreadingâŠ
He looked good, too good.
The plan was to get food and drive back to your place, but you wanted something else.
âPull over.â
He gives you an odd look, his eyes darting back to the empty road. âWhat? Why? Weâre almo-pull over Chris.â
He huffs and does as told, pulling over on the side of the road and turning the car off. You waste no time, crawling over the center console and situating yourself in his lap, slamming your lips against his.
You grind against him, enjoying the way his moans fall into your mouth. âFuck- whatâs gotten into you?â He asks as he pulls away from the sloppy kiss.
You ignore him and reach on the side of seat, pulling the lever so the seat is pulled all the way back.
âDoesnât matter, now shut up and fuck meâ
He smirks and does as told, quickly pulling his sweats and boxers down as you get to work on removing your own shorts and underwear.
He grabs the base of his dick, holding it up as you level yourself above him. You sink down, the both of you moaning out at the euphoric sensation.
His hands grip your hips harshly as you begin to bounce on him, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.
âShit, oh fuck-â he moans lowly.
You moan with him, gripping both his shoulders and the seat harshly.
You looked pretty on top of him, perfect even, but he knew you were getting tired. âFuck fuck fuck, get off-â he lifts you with ease, managing to move your body in the small space.
He sits you down in the seat, his body hunched over yours as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You were practically bent in half, your toes touching the roof of the car.
He slips right back in, his thrusts causing the car to shake.
With the new and odd position you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the tip of his dick pushing against that special spot as well as your cervix.
âC-come on baby, give it tâmeâ he groans in your ear, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He sneaks his hand inbetween your conjoined bodies and thumbs your clit, swiping it quickly.
Thatâs all you need to release, your juices gushing out and covering the seat and windows. He groans and gives one final thrust, filling you up to the brim. the two of you sit there panting harshly, staring at each other with mischief.
"I got my license and we finally had car sex....Does this mean when I get my own private jet we can join the mile-high club?" You roll your eyes and push him away, the two of you starting to clean up your mess. little did you know, Chris took a picture of the excess juices on the window, posting it on his story.
a few days later he was looking for something to post on his story and he came across a photo from that night. you were in the passenger seat shoving frenchfries in your mouth, a wide smile on your face. not even thinking about it, he went ahead and posted it with the caption "passenger princess".
not even 20 minutes later, matt bursts into chris's room, a look of disgust on his face.
"get your own car you dirty bitch!"
chris looks up in confusion, trying to figure out why matt was so mad and calling him a dirty bitch.
"kid what the fuck are you on about?"
"you fucked her in the car! the car that we share! who does that? I'm actually going to kill both of you! you're disgusting!" matt walks out of the room, slamming the door in the process. chris snickers to himself and goes back on his phone, smiling as he sees a text from you come in.
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Confident!reader giving inexperienced nerd!matt a handjob for the first time ! â§ââș
âIâve never..â matt took a long deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. You are on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs and heâs sweating. âIâve never did any of this.â He admits, covering his face with his hands. Yeah, he was really embarrassed about his situation.
âOh really? Never?â You look up at him, your hands still trailing slow circles around his thighs. He tenses up almost immediately. âShh⊠i can make you feel good, âkay?â
His breath hitches as he feels your gentle touch on his thighs. He peeks at you through his fingers, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He's never been in this position before, and the uncertainty is making his heart race. âI-I don't know if I can...â
You smile as a sign of comfort. âOh i know you can, baby.âMatt bites his lower lip, his eyes darting between yours and your slow, soothing touches on his thighs. He's trying to relax, but his body is tense and ready to flee at any moment. He's never been touched like this before, and it's both terrifying and exciting. âJust lay back for me and relax.â
He hesitates for a moment, a mix of nervousness and curiosity clear in his eyes. Slowly, he begins to lower himself back onto the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. His heart is pounding in his chest as he lies down, propping himself up on his elbows to watch your moves. âGood boy,â you look up at him for a second before taking off his shorts.
A small gasp escapes his lips at your praise, his cheeks coloring even deeper with embarrassment and pleasure. He's fully laid back now, completely vulnerable, but trusting you. Another sharp inhale leaves his mouth as his shorts are pulled down, revealing his bare thighs and the hem of his boxers. He spreads his thighs slightly, allowing you to remove his shorts completely.
âJust relax,â you repeat. Matt takes a deep breath, trying to focus on your calming voice and the gentle touches of your hands on his skin. He closes his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration as he attempts to relax his tense muscles. You slide down his underwear, gasping at how big he is. âFuck..â
His body jolts as his underwear is removed, exposing him completely. His eyes fly open, and a small, embarrassed whimper escapes his lips. He's completely bare and exposed in front of someone for the first time. You gently start to stroke him, making sure he isnât uncomfortable. As your gentle touch lands on his most intimate area, he tenses. Itâs overwhelming. He looks down his body, watching as you stroke him softly, his mind reeling and his body trembling.
Then suddenly, he cums hard, making his eyes widen in shock as his body suddenly erupts in a climax. His small frame shakes as he cums all over his stomach and chest. He lets out a high-pitched, embarrassed scream, his face flushing bright red as he's overcome with the intensity of his first orgasm. âShitt babyâŠâ you curse, letting out a small chuckle at how fast he came.
His body continues to tremble as he comes down from his high, embarrassment washing over him in waves. He covers his face with his hands, mumbling through his fingers "I-I'm sorry... that was so fast..."
âNo- no not at all, it was good for your first handjob, donât worry about it.â You smile. Relief washes over him, realizing you weren't disappointed by how quickly he finished. He bites his lower lip, glancing down at the mess on his stomach before shyly meeting your eyes again. âLetâs clean you up, hm?â You say before standing up to grab some tissues.
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calling after me â matt sturniolo
summary: where you hang up on matt without saying "i love you"
The house was quiet, with only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of a breeze through the open windows breaking the stillness. You had spent the afternoon catching up on some reading, enjoying the peaceful solitude. Matt was out for the day, running errands and meeting with friends, and you had talked briefly before he left.
You were feeling a bit playful and decided on a light-hearted prank to pass the time. You picked up your phone, knowing that Matt would likely call you later in the day just to check in. Your plan was to hang up on him without saying âI love youâ back, just to see how he would react. It was a harmless trick, meant only to spark a little fun.
A few hours later, your phone rang, and you saw Mattâs name flashing on the screen. You took a deep breath, your excitement building, and answered with your usual cheerful tone.
âHey, Matt! Howâs it going?â
Mattâs voice came through the phone, sounding upbeat. âHey, baby! Everythingâs good. Just finishing up a few things. How about you? Missed you today.â
You smiled, enjoying the sound of his voice. âIâve been good. Just relaxing and getting some stuff done around here.â
You chatted for a few minutes, exchanging stories about your day. You could hear the warmth and affection in Mattâs voice, and you felt a pang of guilt for what you were about to do. But you pushed it aside, determined to go through with your prank.
âWell, I should probably get going,â Matt said. âIâll be heading home soon. Love you.â
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You hesitated for a moment, then decided to go through with the prank. âOkay, see you soon,â you said, and before Matt could say anything else, you abruptly hung up the call.
The sudden silence in the room felt almost too loud. You waited, your playful grin slowly fading as you wondered how Matt would react. A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a text message from Matt.
âIs everything okay? Did I do something wrong?â
Your heart sank as you read his message. You hadnât expected him to be so concerned. You quickly typed a response.
âIâm sorry, Matt. I was just playing a little prank. I love you!â
Almost immediately, Matt called you back, and this time, you answered with a sense of urgency.
âHey, Matt. Iâm really sorry about that. It was just a silly prank.â
Mattâs voice was a mix of relief and slight confusion. âYou scared me for a second there. I thought something might be wrong. You didnât say âI love youâ back, and I was worried.â
Your heart ached at his concern. âIâm really sorry. I didnât mean to upset you. I just wanted to see how youâd react.â
Matt sighed, his voice softening. âYou know, Iâm glad youâre okay, but you donât need to pull pranks like that. Itâs just, when you didnât say âI love you,â it felt like something was off.â
You felt a wave of guilt and affection. âI understand. I really do love you, Matt. Iâm sorry if I made you worry.â
Mattâs tone turned tender. âI love you too, baby. Just⊠Maybe next time, letâs skip the pranks. Theyâre not as fun when they make you worry.â
Your eyes softened, and she smiled. âAgreed. Iâll make it up to you when you get home. Promise.â
Matt chuckled softly. âLooking forward to it. See you soon.â
And when he returned home, you spent the evening making up for the prank with extra hugs, laughter, and heartfelt moments.
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FLUFFMAS DAY 21/22: chris realizes he does want to get married
seeing his gf as a bridesmaid makes him realize that maybe getting married wouldnât be so bad
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dividers by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws
chrisâs POV:
I had never understood the hype around weddings, or even the need for them honestly. It all seemed like too much fuss and stress for one day, and if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone I didnât need to declare it in front of hundreds of people that I didnât really like.
But when Y/N asked me to be her date to her friendâs wedding, where she was a bridesmaid, I couldnât say no. Not to her. Even if I didn't enjoy weddings or having to get all dressed up I was gonna go and pretend to have fun because I knew it would make her happy.
On the day of the wedding I showed up to the venue a little early so I could find her before the ceremony began. I texted her telling her where I was so she could come find me, knowing I would get lost looking for her on my own.
âChris!â I heard her call from behind me and when I turned to her my jaw fell in shock. I had seen her dressed up before but not like this and I was in awe of how gorgeous she looked. I stood frozen, staring at her as she walked up to me laughing, âHi handsomeâ she smiled.
âI am the luckiest man aliveâ I smiled as I gently grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me, âYou look absolutely stunning baby.â I smiled at her. âThank you loveâ she blushed, âyou clean up pretty nice handsome.â She said as she adjusted my tie. âOnly for youâ I winked, âAs much as I would love to stay with your corny ass I do have bridesmaids duties I gotta get to so Iâll see you in a bit.â She said as she kissed me before heading off.
I managed to find a seat with some of Y/Nâs friends that I had met a few times and caught up with them while we waited for the ceremony to start. Once the ceremony began my eyes were immediately locked on Y/N as she gracefully walked down the aisle with one of the groomsmen.
She was carrying a small bouquet of flowers in her hand and her smile brightened when we locked eyes across the rows of people. Throughout the entire ceremony my eyes never left her. In their vows the couple talked about their love for each other and how they couldnât wait for the start of the rest of their lives.
Listening to their vows as I watched Y/N I knew she was it for me, as I saw her smile at her friend, her eyes flicking to mine for a moment, I wondered how I had ever not known I wanted to marry her. She could have a fancy castle wedding with a thousand people if she wanted, and I would be there with a smile on my face, grateful to be loved by her.
We spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing with her friends under twinkly lights that made her eyes glow. âYou are so beautiful.â I said quietly as she wrapped her arms around my neck as we swayed to a slow song. âThank you my love.â She smiled, kissing me gently. Her glowing presence captivated all of my attention.
The next day I found a jewelry store and with the help of her best friend I found a beautiful ring that I hoped she would love. When I came home, the ring tucked in my pocket, she was still asleep in bed. âMorning prettyâ I whispered as I laid back down next to her, pushing her hair out of her face.
âMhm, morningâ she whispered, half asleep, âI brought you coffee and your favorite muffinâ I smiled, knowing sheâd wake up. âFoodâ she said as she stuck her hand out, eyes still shut, âkiss firstâ I teased as she slowly opened her eyes. âNo gross I have morning breathâ she groaned, hiding her face, âand I donât give a flying fuckâ I laughed as I leaned over, kissing her gently before handing her her food.
I laid with her as she slowly woke up, with the help of her coffee and muffin, âWe got plans today, I need you to put on one of your pretty sundresses and be ready in two hours.â I told her, âWhat are we doing?â She asked, âthatâs for me to know and you to find out baby.â
Once she was dressed and ready I took her to a secluded spot on the beach, âWhat are we doing Chris?â She asked, confused. âWell I know the beach is your favorite place so I figured this was the perfect spotâ I smiled at her confusion, âperfect spot for what?â She asked, laughing.
âTo ask you to spend forever with meâ I smiled as I got on one knee, pulling the small velvet box out of my pocket. âChris?â She said in shock, her hand flying to her face to cover her bright smile.
âY/N, I have spent the last three years of my life having the pleasure of loving you and being loved by you. You have become my favorite person and everyday I learn something new about you that makes me fall even more in love with you. You are the most beautiful person Iâve ever met, inside and out, and when I saw you standing at that altar yesterday I knew I would be an idiot if I didnât marry you. Nothing in this world would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you so Y/N, will you marry me baby?â I asked, smiling up at her through tears.
âYes! Oh my god! Yes Iâll marry you Chris!â She said as she choked through tears while I slid the ring on her finger, wrapping my arms around her waist as she clung to me. âOh my god! I love you so much, holy shit!â She laughed in disbelief as I held her tight against me.
Nick, Matt, and her best friend burst into cheers, as she turned to them, smiling in shock. âI knew you wanted someone to take pictures and I figured who better than Nick?â I smiled as she wiped her tears. âI canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you Chris.â She smiled as I kissed her, her lips pulled up into a smile against mine.
And even though I always said I would never cry at my wedding, when I watched her walk down the aisle towards me, I couldnât help it .
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Itâs EVERYWHERE
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SUMMARY: Where Y/N, estranged from her parents, hasnât celebrated holidays with family in years. Until her boyfriend, Matt, invites her to spend Christmas with him and his family in Boston for the first time.
WARNING: Bad childhood, christmas trauma, anxiety. Angst to comfort/fluff!
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
A/NÂČ: I was inspired by Moly from the books when writing Mary Lou so fucking much (hp fans will understand) đ„č
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The snow fell softly outside of Y/N's window, coating the streets of Los Angeles in a pristine white blanket that shimmered under the glow of the streetlights. The flickering lights of the Christmas tree cast a warm, golden glow around the room, but the festive decorations only served to accentuate the emptiness Y/N felt inside.
The memories of her childhood were bittersweet. Christmas had once been her favorite time of year, filled with laughter, warmth, and love. The smell of pine from the freshly cut tree, the twinkling lights, and the sound of carols playing softly in the background had created a magical atmosphere. Her parents had always made sure that the holiday was special, filling the house with decorations and baking delicious cookies and treats.
But those days were long gone. When Y/N was just sixteen, a series of painful events led to her moving out. Her parents' constant arguments, their acts of blaming her, the financial struggles, and the emotional strain had become too much to bear. She had left to find peace, but in doing so, she had also left behind the traditions and celebrations she had once cherished.
Now, Christmas was just another day. Y/N spent the holiday alone, watching Christmas movies and gazing out of her window at the festive that always seemed to happen on her street - a consequence of living in the middle of the city. She saw families walking together, their faces lit up with joy, and couples holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was a beautiful sight, but it also served as a stark contrast to her solitude.
But not this year.
As Christmas approached, Matt, her boyfriend of less than a year, had invited her to join him and his brothers in Boston for the holidays. They were planning to spend Christmas with their family, a tradition they cherished. Matt had insisted that she come along, his eyes shining with excitement at the prospect of sharing the holiday with her. But Y/N had hesitated, the familiar doubts creeping in.
"I don't want to be a burden." She had confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Your family has their own traditions, and I don't want to intrude."
Matt had taken her hands in his, his gaze unwavering. "Y/N, you're not a burden. You're a part of my life, and my parents would love to meet you. Besides, you shouldn't have to spend Christmas alone. You've been through that enough, and I am not gonna let you stay in that place again."
His words had touched her deeply, but the fear of being an outsider lingered. She had spent so many holidays alone, and the thought of integrating into someone else's family felt daunting. But Matt was persistent, his love and reassurance slowly melting away her reservations. He had promised her that she would be welcomed with open arms, that his family would treat her like one of their own.
After much contemplation, Y/N had finally agreed. She couldn't deny the excitement that fluttered in her chest at the thought of spending Christmas with Matt and his family. It was a chance to create new memories to experience the joy and warmth of the holiday season in a way she had never known.
The days leading up to their departure were a whirlwind of preparations. Matt had helped her pack, his enthusiasm infectious as he chattered about all the things they would do in Boston. He told her stories of past Christmases, painting vivid pictures of snowy landscapes, festive decorations, the good food, and the moment of opening presents, which always used to lead to childish discussions between him, Chris and Nick. Y/N found herself getting caught up in his excitement, her initial apprehension giving way to anticipation.
On the day of their flight, Matt, Nick, and Chris picked her up early in the morning. The triplets were a lively bunch, their energy filling the car with a sense of camaraderie and fun.
Chris, always the most childish and carefree, kept the air calm with his witty remarks and playful banter, receiving disbelieving looks from Nick, along with insults, which led to small stupid fights - as usual. Matt, the one with the most "mature" posture, made sure everything was in order while yelling to them to calm down from time to time.
As they boarded the plane, Y/N's nerves resurfaced. She clutched Matt's hand tightly, seeking comfort in his touch while leaning against his left shoulder, her eyes fixed on the walkway the plane would soon pass.
Matt, who was asking Chris to send a text to Mary Lou to let her know that they were about to take off, soon noticed the drop in her mood, turning his eyes towards her and watching her momentarily with eyebrows furrowed in concern before bringing his face closer to the top of her head, sealing his lips over her hair for long seconds.
"It's going to be great, petal. Trust me." He whispered against her strands, dragging the tip of his nose in a light caress, exhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo.
Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath and letting the excitement override her fears. She lifted her face, her eyes meeting the blue ones that so calmed her, the beginning of a smile appearing on the corner of her lips almost automatically.
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The plane touched down in Boston almost six hours later, the city blanketed in a fresh layer of snow. As Y/N disembarked with Matt, Nick, and Chris, her heart raced with anticipation. The terminal buzzed with holiday travelers, their excited chatter blending with the festive decorations that adorned the airport.
Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety as they made their way to the baggage claim area, where they spotted Justin waiting for them next to his car.
Justin stood out with his tall, broad-shouldered frame and a warm smile that reached his eyes. He waved enthusiastically as they approached.
"Hey, guys! Over here!" He called, his voice cutting through the crowd.
Matt squeezed Y/N's hand, increasing his steps significantly, pulling his girlfriend behind him, ignoring the small stumbles she gave due to his sudden movements, leading her toward his older brother.
"Justin!" Chrid greeted excitedly from their side, the tone of his voice gradually rising. His body was pulled by his brother into a tight hug, his figure momentarily disappearing into Justin's arms.
Justin grinned, stepping away from Chris before turning to Y/N.
"Y/N, it's great to see you again!" He said, pulling her into a friendly embrace. She smiled, feeling a bit of her nervousness melt away in his welcoming presence, her fingers squeezing Matt's tightly, not letting go of his hand.
After retrieving their luggage, they made their way to the brother's parents' van, the cold Boston air biting at their faces. Justin quickly loaded their bags into the trunk, and they all piled into the vehicle, Matt and Y/N, taking the backseat.
As they settled in, all buckled up, Justin started the car, and the warm air from the heater filled the cabin almost instantly, gradually warming the bodies covered in cold hoodies and transforming the environment into something more cozy.
"Are yall ready?" Justin asked, glancing at Chris beside him momentarily before lifting his eyes to the rearview mirror, traveling his orbs over Nick to the love birds with a grin. His right hand flew to the radio, turning it on in a low volume, and soft Christmas music filled the car.
Y/N nestled into her seat, the soothing melodies of holiday classics surrounding her like magic, but despite the warmth, good vibe and the familiar presence of Matt beside her, she couldn't shake her nerves. Her hands trembled slightly as she fidgeted with the zipper on her pink coat, the tips of her fingers twisting the small metal object as her teeth worked to trap her lower lip, nibbling at the sensitive skin in an act of anxiety.
Matt noticed immediately, his eyes softening with concern. He moved slowly so as not to startle her, bringing his body closer to hers - if that was even possible, and raised his left hand to her face, using the tip of his thumb to gently pull her lip from its prison, stroking the red and slightly irritated skin.
"Hey." He whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "You're gonna hurt your pretty lips if you keep doing that, 'hon." He tapped his thumb lightly against her lip before lowering his hand, his eyes searching hers. "You're going to love it. I promise."
She nodded, trying to steady her breathing, her hot tongue escaping between her lips, wetting them.
"I know. It's just... a lot."
Matt leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Just focus on me, okay?" He reached for her, gluing her hands in a sign of prayer and closing them with his own, creating a small cocoon, caressing the soft skin with his fingers, his touch light and comforting. "Remember Vegas? You were nervous to meet Justin, too, but everything turned out great."
Y/N smiled at the memory of their trip to Las Vegas in July. It had been a whirlwind of fun and excitement, and it was the first time she had met Justin. The trip had strengthened her bond with Matt and his brothers, making her feel like part of their tight-knit group.
"So, Y/N, how have you been since Vegas? Anything new and exciting?" Justin glanced in the rearview mirror momentarily, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I've been great, thanks. Just busy with work and getting ready for Christmas." She appreciated his attempt to include her in the conversation, opening a gentle smile when her eyes met his.
Nick, sitting in the seat in front of hers, turned side ways to join in the conversation, resting his left arm above the back of the seat.
"You should see her house. She's got the cutest decorations, almost everything is pink!" He smiled in excitement, his eyes darting from Y/N to Justin, who was listening to him with his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"Thank you, Nick, you're too sweet. I love decorating for the holidays." Y/N blushed, lowering her eyes, feeling the warmth of his gentleness.
She leaned into Matt after noticing Chris start another topic, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat below her ear. His right hand moved from hers to her back, tracing gentle circles above her clothed skin that eased her tension.
"You're amazing, babe. My family is going to adore you." He whispered sweet nothings, his lips brushing against her ear.
The drive through Boston was enchanting, the city aglow with holiday lights. They passed through charming neighborhoods, each house adorned with festive decorations. Y/N's anxiety began to ebb, replaced by a sense of wonder at the beauty of the season.
As they turned onto the street leading to Matt's childhood home, Y/N's heart began to race again. She peered out the window, taking in the picturesque scene, recognizing the house from their pictures from when they were children. The house was a two-story colonial, its exterior beautifully decorated with twinkling lights, wreaths, and garlands. A large Christmas tree stood proudly in the front window, its branches heavy with ornaments.
Justin parked the car, and the boys quickly got out to unload the luggage. Y/N took her time to get out of her seat, her heart pounding as she shuffled her feet over the snow-covered gravel, pressing her lips into a thin line.
She watched as Matt, Nick, and Chris laughed and joked, their breath visible in the cold air. A pang of longing and fear filling her heart - longing to belong and fear of not fitting in.
The soft sound of the front door opening echoed through the open air, and Mary Lou, Matt's mother, stepped out, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of her sons.
"Matt! Nick! Chris!" She called, rushing down the steps carefully to envelop each of them in a warm hug, receiving hugs back just as strong. Her laughter was infectious, filling the air with a sense of home and love.
Y/N hesitated, her nerves threatening to overwhelm her. She watched as Mary Lou's eyes scanned the group, finally landing on her. Mary Lou's expression softened, and she walked around her son's, starting her steps toward Y/N with open arms.
"And you must be Y/N." She said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection, a big smile resting on her face.
Y/N's heart fluttered as Mary Lou enveloped her in a hug, her smaller body surprisingly covering hers completely like a big blanket, the warmth of her embrace chasing away the cold.
"It's so wonderful to finally meet you." Mary Lou whispered against her ears, her hands gently rubbing Y/N's back. "Matt has told us so much about you."
Y/N felt tears prick at her eyes, the kindness in Mary Lou's voice touching her deeply, her heart squeezing slightly.
"It's so nice to meet you too." She managed to say, her voice trembling slightly, tightening her arms lightly around the older woman.
Mary Lou pulled back seconds after, holding Y/N at arm's length and studying her with a motherly and very attentive gaze.
"Oh my, you're freezing, dear. Let's get you inside and warm you up." She ran the palms of her hands from Y/N's shoulders to her wrists and back up again in an attempt to warm her before taking her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Come on, boys, bring the luggage in. Let's get everyone settled."
As they stepped into the house, Y/N was enveloped by the warmth and coziness of the interior. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of pine from the Christmas tree and cinnamon from the candles. The living room was a festive wonderland, with stockings hung by the fireplace and twinkling lights casting a soft glow.
Mary Lou led Y/N to the living room, where a fire crackled in the hearth.
"Sit here, dear." She said, guiding Y/N to a plush armchair, smiling warmly. "I'll get you something warm to drink."
Matt joined Y/N seconds after, appearing from behind her and sitting on the armrest of the chair, raising his right arm and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"See? It's not so bad." He murmured close to her ears, his eyes filled with love and pride staring at hers as if she was his world - and in every way, she was.
Y/N leaned into him, her heart swelling with gratitude.
"It's perfect." She whispered, feeling the warmth of the fire and Matt's body enveloping her, a permanent smile spreading across her lips.
Mary Lou returned with a christmas mug - in the shape of Santa Claus, full of fresh hot cocoa, the steam rising in delicate tendrils.
"Here you go, sweetie. This will warm you right up." She handed the pottery into Y/N's hands gently so as not to burn her fingers.
Y/N took the mug, the heat seeping into her cold hands.
"Thank you, Mrs. Sturniolo." She said softly, her voice filled with gratitude.
"Oh no, dear, just call me Mary Lou!"
Nick and Chris brought in the luggage, their cheerful banter filling the room. Justin joined them, his laughter a deep, resonant sound that added to the festive atmosphere.
Mary Lou looked around at her family, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're all here." She said cheerfully, her voice choked with emotion, clasping her hands over her own heart. "This is what Christmas is all about, right? I was so excited for this year! Your father will be here soon, I asked him to buy some ingredients that I needed for our pumpkin pie."
Y/N felt a lump in her throat as she looked around the room. The decorations, the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the people she had come to care for - it was everything she had ever dreamed of. For the first time in years, she felt truly at home.
Matt leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple for long seconds, opening a smile.
"Welcome to the family, sweetheart." He whispered against her skin, his voice filled with promise.
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Y/N was starting to feel at ease, wrapped in the embrace of Mattâs family. She sat comfortably on the plush couch, sipping her hot cocoa and watching the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. The room was filled with laughter and conversation as Mary Lou moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner.
The front door creaked open, and a gust of cold air swept through the hallway.
"I'm back!" Came a cheerful voice from the entrance, echoing between the warm walls.
"Jimmy! The boys are here, and Y/N too!" Mary Louâs face lit up as she called out, her voice louder with excitement.
Mattâs father, Jimmy, stepped into the living room carrying several grocery bags. He was a tall man with a kind face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
"Well, look at this gathering!" He exclaimed, setting the bags down on the floor and brushing the snow from his coat. "Itâs good to see you boys."
Matt, Nick, and Chris hurried to greet their father, exchanging hugs and hearty handshakes, talking excitedly over each other.
"And you must be Y/N." Jimmy's eyes twinkled with joy as he turned his attention to Y/N, his voice warm and inviting.
Y/N stood, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, her hands smoothing down her hoodie anxiously.
"Yes, itâs nice to meet you, Mr. Sturniolo." She said softly, smiling nervously, offering her hand.
Jimmy chuckled after noticing her tension, enveloping her hand in both of his, the cold of his skin bringing goosebumps to Y/N's warm ones.
"Call me Jimmy. Weâre all family here." He said genuinely, his grip firm but gentle. "Iâve heard so much about you."
"All good things, I hope." Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she smiled, her eyes meeting Matt's over Jimmy's shoulder momentarily, watching as her boyfriend smiled shyly, lowering his gaze.
Jimmyâs laugh was deep and resonant, filling the room with a sense of ease, taking her attention back to him.
"All very good things." He assured her. "Matt hasnât stopped talking about you for even a minute during our meetings or our calls."
Matt grinned, shaking his head while approaching the two with light steps and positioning himself next to his girl, wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulders.
"I canât help it, dad. Sheâs pretty amazing."
Jimmyâs eyes softened as he looked at them together, seeing a glimpse of him and their mother.
"I can see that." He said warmly. "Welcome to our home, Y/N. Weâre so glad you could join us for Christmas."
Mary Lou bustled in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel before throwing it over her shoulder.
"Jimmy, why donât you take a break and get to know Y/N a bit better while I finish up dinner?" She suggested.
"Oh, I can help in the kitchen, Mrs- I mean, Mary Lou." Y/N quickly proposed, not wanting to just sit and "be served".
"Oh no, darling. Please enjoy your evening with everyone. During Christmas, the kitchen is mine alone." Mary Lou raised her right hand in the air in a "stop" gesture, throwing a wink in her direction before turning around and heading back.
"That's right. Every time I tried to help, she almost killed me." Jimmy joked, taking a seat across from Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell me about yourself. How did you and Matt meet?"
Y/N relaxed into the conversation, her nervousness fading under Jimmyâs kind gaze. She shared the story of how she and Matt had met at a random corner coffee shop in Los Angeles, their friendship blossoming over shared interests and late-night talking sessions. Jimmy listened intently, nodding and smiling as she spoke.
"It sounds like you two have a special bond." He said thoughtfully, leaning against the back of the chair he sat in, crossing his arms. "Friendship is a strong foundation for a relationship."
"It really is. Mattâs been my everything." Y/N nodded, glancing at Matt with a smile, watching him show Justin a video from his phone, his eyes sparkling with the way his smile grew.
"Iâm glad he has someone like you in his life." Jimmyâs expression grew tender, bringing her attention back to him. "Family is everything, and I can see that youâre already part of ours."
Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at Jimmyâs words. She had always longed for a sense of belonging, and in this moment, she felt truly accepted.
The evening continued with laughter and storytelling, the warmth of the Sturniolo home wrapping around Y/N like a comforting blanket. Jimmyâs kindness and fatherly presence made her feel at ease, and by the time dinner was served, she felt like she had known the family for years.
As they gathered around the dining table, Y/N couldnât help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. She had found not only a loving partner in Matt but also a family that welcomed her with open arms.
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After dinner, as they sat around the fireplace once more, Jimmy leaned back in his chair, a contented smile on his face.
"This is what Christmas is all about." He started with a small sight, his voice filled with warmth. "Family, love, and making new memories. Merry Christmas, everyone."
Y/N, from her place standing against the door frame that separated the kitchen from the living room, looked around the room at the faces of the people who had become so dear to her. She felt a swell of emotion, knowing that this was just the beginning of many happy holidays to come.
The sound of soft footsteps behind her sounded mute to her ears, her body jumping slightly in fright as she felt Matt's presence so close, wrapping his arms around her, his touch warm and reassuring.
"How are you feeling?" He asked in a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the little and imaginary bubble that surrounded them, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.
Y/N leaned into him, her hands finding his above her stomach, her fingers wandering over his milky skin until they met his, intertwining perfectly, her heart full.
"I feel... happy. Really happy."
Matt smiled openly, lowering his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, sealing his lips on the soft, warm skin of her cheek.
"Iâm glad." He whispered. "You deserve all the happiness in the world."
"Thank you, Matt." She mumbled after some seconds of silence, her voice filled with gratitude while her eyes glowed brightly at the image in front of Chris, Nick and Justin playing video games on the big television while Mary Lou and Jimmy watched them with smiles on their faces, whispering sweet nothings to each other every now and then.
"For what?" Matt asked against her skin, feeling like he could stay in that position for all eternity.
"For bringing me here. For giving me this."
"You're my everything, Y/N. I want you to have the world."
He followed her line of sight momentarily, observing his family until his eyes met Nick's, who looked at them with a comical smile on his lips, pointing above their heads.
"What-?" He lifts his head, looking up, feeling Y/N's body move between his arms as she tries to see what he sees, a confused expression on her face turning into one of surprise.
Mistletoe hangs above their head, the prettiest they've ever seen.
Matt slowly lowers his head, meeting Y/N's eyes, who were still looking up - now into his. A shy smile stretches across his lips, his arms tightening around his girlfriend's body, bringing her closer.
Their gaze keeps connect when Matt gently places his right hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing the soft and warm skin.
"Merry Christmas, beautiful." He whispers softly before leaning closer, kissing Y/N.
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you embarrassed dilf!matt with your whining when out christmas shopping with him and now he has plans for when you two get home..
ââ .âŠ. ââ
âwhen can we go home, mâfeet hurttttâ is what matt has heard maybe over 50 times in the past hour, to be fair â he did warn you about the extensive amount of time he would be out searching for gifts but you didnât think he would take this long. your feet were killing you, you guess wearing your mary janes wasnât the brightest idea to have.
âsweet girl please, just another 30 minutes and weâll be on our way out okay?â matt said, trying his best not to let any annoyance slip in between those words. âb-but you said that 30 minutes ago!!â you grumble and slump into him like a toddler, which wouldnât have been a problem if it was just you and matt alone since heâs now used to your bratty behavior but there was a few more than a couple of people around who gave you odd looks.
âmy love- cut it out, people are staring.â his tone now stern and assertive, which makes you stand up straight and look behind you to find the amount of judgmental looks you had gotten.
your face now a bright shade of red as you begin to hide your in his neck, breathing in the small hints of mahogany and vanilla â which somewhat calms your nerves. you two finally leave the mall and are on your way home, youâre now sitting with your hands in your lap and matt is gripping onto the wheel which makes you clench your thighs and your mind begin to wander. all of that is interrupted when you hear matt speak up.
âcanât believe you, embarrassing me acting like a whiny little brat. couldnât even wait 30 more minutes, youâre in for it when we get home.â he says not even glancing over at you, youâre heart starts to race at the possible ways tonight could go but that only makes a familiar wet patch start to form in your lacy panties.
he looks over to see you in youâre own world fantasizing about later tonight but that doesnât last long.
âyâhear me? what are you smiling about over there?â the car abruptly stops at the red light and he grips onto your chin so your now face to face with him. âcâmon doll, tell me. or yaâ too shy to?â he laughs before letting go of your face. âyâreally think mâgonna give you what you want huh?â he laughs once more before driving again when the light turns green.
thats when you knew you were really in for it tonight.
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۶ৠSKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER
skater!chris carrying girly!reader to bed after she fell asleep admiring his tattoo
Ëđđ warnings... kissing, skater!chris being shy (rare sighting), pure fluff.
âhey, come on. i think itâs pretty cool,â he chuckled, flipping through the little book from his nirvana âin uteroâ CD. you were both sitting on chrisâs couch, your knees tucked up to your chest, while he showed off the pictures from the booklets his different CDs had to offer.
by now, it had been a few months since you ran into chris for the first time and a few weeks of dating. despite your differences, it had been some of the best weeks of your life.
âi like that one,â you smiled when he got to a specific picture, pointing at what looked like kurt cobain lying down on stage with a guitar in hand. he turned to look at you, meeting your eyes. âyeah? thatâs my favorite actually,â he chuckled, closing the CD again while you nodded.
you looked up at him, a soft but questioning look on your face, reciprocating a shy smile. he hesitated for a second, before speaking.
âwanna see something?â he smirked, which slowly turned into a smile when you nodded with a giggle, his mysterious way of asking making you feel a mix of confusion and excitement. clumsily, he moved to sit up normally, handing you the CD to look at for a second.
but your attention flickered back to him when he started taking his shirt off, leaving you confused and flustered. âwhat- uh, what are you doing?â you mumbled shyly, attempting to stay respectful and look back down at the album in your hand, but.. it was hard.
âdonât worry. you can look,â he laughed when you turned all shy and bashful on him, his fingers gently grazing your chin to tilt your head back up, meeting his, now shirtless, form. confusedly, you kept staring, before he turned his back to you.
ohhh.
âwoah..â you stared in awe almost, watching the tattoo that adorned his toned back. it was beautiful, really. every single stroke and detail is just on point with the original album design. it suited him so well, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, reaching the middle of his spine. yeah, such a big tattoo was bold, but chris made it look so good.
without thinking, you let your fingers carefully trace the inkâthe angels face, wings, open arms. it was perfect, and though you knew nothing about tattoos, it looked like it had healed and faded just perfectly.
it wasnât until you felt him shiver just slightly that you pulled your hand back, now aware that you were actively touching him. âsorry- iâm sorry.â you muttered, heat rising to your face immediately when the tucked his shirt back on, turning back to face you.
âno, itâs okay. yeah, donât worry âbout it,â he smiled softly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. âitâs, um, itâs beautiful. i really like it,â you smiled, resting your elbows on your knees to look up at him.
it wasnât long before you were resting on the couch, chrisâs back to your chest while you gently traced the outlines of the tattoo with your gentle fingers. his eyes were fluttered shut in pure pleasure, the calming feeling of your touch making him more relaxed than heâs ever been.
you yourself, was almost dozing off. your legs were still tucked up to your chest, your side resting up against the backrest of the couch while resting your head on your arm. chris could feel the way your fingers were staring to slow on his shoulders, before your hand stilled completely.
chris rightfully assumed you had fallen asleep, cherishing the intimate moment before he got up and pulled his shirt back on, looking down at your drowsy body.
âcâmon, gotta get you to bed, hm?â he asked rhetorically, carefully slipping his arms under your legs to carry you to his bed bridal-style. treating you as if you were made of glass, he let you rest on one side of his bed, pulling the covers up over your chest.
âso, so pretty..â he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, careful not to wake you up. gosh, you looked so peaceful like this, so adorable, your lips stuck in a pout. checking the time, he decided he might as well just go to sleep as well, going to lie on the other side of the bed.
gently, he shuffled closer to you, wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, before brushing his fingers through your hair.
âgood night, sleepyhead,â he muttered quietly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, down the side of your face, before he reached your lipsâcarefully pecking them with a racing heart. âi love you,â he watched you shift, slowly moving closer to him with a long sigh. though he wished you would wake up, maybe shyly ponder over his sweet confession, he was glad you were too far gone in a deep slumber to watch the way his eyes skimmed your pretty features, and maybe even hear the way his heart was going a million miles per hour.
it was a weird feeling in his stomachâsure, he was loud and always throwing horrible jokes, but moments like this made all of that roaring persona disappear. you made him want to throw all his shitty habits right out the window, hoping theyâd fly far away from him.
and you did. though his friends felt betrayed and it did sound cool to practice for his band at night, heâd much rather listen to you talk his ear off about your favorite sanrio character in your pretty, frilly, feminine bed. oh, if any of his friends were to see him in that state, theyâd never stop laughing.
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your christmas gift to matt đ
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it was coming to the end of the present opening, matt sits in a pile of teared up wrapping paper with the largest grin youâve possibly ever seen on his face. his cheeks are a rosy red from the heating, which was definitely cranked up to the max after you kept complaining about how cold it was in this house.
âi love all of it- i mean how did you even think of this! iâve wanted it for ages but i never said anything! itâs like you read my mind or some shit.â matt laughs excitability, a big smile spread across his face as he holds up the lego batman set you got him. âwhat can i say- youâre literally batman!â i tease, âi just sensed your aura, had to get the set for you.â i smile.
matt laughs, scooping up all of the wrapping paper around him and stuffing it in the bin bag.
he was just so clueless about what you had in store for him.
you and matt had been dating for 3 years now, you didnât want kids, definitely not yet atleast, but there was one thing matt wanted, more than anything, which is basically the same conceptâŠ. all he yaps about is this one thing, he could never make the commitment to buy it, never. but you definitely could.
âmatt- i have one last present for you.â i speak, fidgeting with your hands nervously. confusion washes over him, âbut we already unwrapped everythi-â he speaks, but he stops as i stand up, walking to behind the couch and pulling out a box. loosely wrapped in green christmas tree wrapping paper. his eyebrows furrow, as he stares at it.
i sit down on the floor infront of him, clutching the box in your lap.
âi uhm- hope youâre not too mad at me for this purchase- but youâve always talked about it and-â i ramble on and on, trying to downplay the present i just got him. âyouâre edging me jesus.â he laughs, running a hand through his hair.
i place the box in his lap, and he instantly starts unwrapping it, to reveal a large cardboard boxâŠ
âmeeowâ a familiar noice booms throughout the box. mattâs head instantly snaps up to look at me, his lips slightly parted. his eyes are wide as he freezes. âno you didnât-â he instantly speaks, his voice soft and panicked. i gnaw on my bottom lip nervously as i look at him.
he gently lifts open the flaps of the cardboard box, peeking inside.
a cat. you had got him a cat. a fluffy white kitten, with bright blue eyes of course, to match mattâs.
his hand trembles as he reaches inside the box, gently lifting the small animal out. he clutches the kitten to his chest, holding it like itâs made of glass. his hands are fully shaking now, i canât see his face due to the fact his hair is flopped infront of his as he looks down at it.
heâs fully silent, my heart thumps as i wait for any sort of reaction, but he just clings to the cat. his large hands almost covering the whole thing.
âdo you- do you like it??â i speak nervously.
matt nods silently, before looking up at me with tear filled eyes, âi lov- i love her.â his voice breaks as he gently places the cat down in the box. heâs crying, oh my god.
âoh- aw matt-!â i laugh with a smile as he wipes at his eyes frantically. i pull him into my chest as he lets out a loud hiccup, his tears streaming down his face and dripping onto my christmas sweater.
âiâm sorry- iâm just really happy.â he sobs out through a laugh, his arms wrapped around my waist deathly tight. âiâve always wanted- a cat and- and now we have one and-â he cries, pulling away from my chest to lift the kitten out of the box. his whole body shaking as he holds it like his firstborn child. âi love her- i love you- thank you so much this is the best thing thatâs ever happened-â he rambles,
i feel my own emotions start to surface as i look at him, god i am so inlove with this man.
ââââââ-
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Chris soft launching Bunny....and Doll knows nothing.
â fluff, thats it
combined au with @bernardsbendystraws Doll au!- find the au master list here for doll . creds to rose as well for the layout of this !!!!
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christmas dad!matt headcannons!
warnings!- light angst, suggestion of sex, mostly fluff, pregnancy mention, no actual smut, cute dad matt.
divider by @canon-in-too-deep !!
a/n at the bottom :)
dad!matt who just stares at you as you wrap the presents.
"what are you staring at?"
"can i help?"
dad!matt who doesn't even know what she's getting.
"when did we get her this?"
"i got it when you were at work."
"oh."
dad!matt who sets up the santa trap.
"ill just put flour on the floor and step in it in my boots."
"good idea..what about the whole cookies and milk thing?"
"i ate them cookies a while ago..."
dad!matt who buys her expensive stuff.
"matt. she doesnt need an a hundred dollar stuffed bear."
"but its cute..like her..no?"
"just wrap it."
dad!matt who is more excited then anyone.
"are you awake?"
"i am now."
"i cant sleep..im too excited.."
"matt. its 2am...shut your fucking eyes."
"damn."
dad!matt who gets up really early just to bother you.
"hey baby!"
"hi. why are you up so early?"
"idk..quickie?"
"fuck off matt."
"im kidding! unless you wanna?"
dad!matt who end up dragging you out of bed himself.
"get uppp! we wanna open presents!"
"oh my- 5 more minutes matt!"
"no! now mommy!"
"exactly. you tell her baby."
dad!matt who makes sure he gets you something valuable every year.
"matt..? this is so expensive.."
"so? you deserve it. come 'ere."
dad!matt who records most the presents your daughter opens.
"what is it baby?"
"ipad!"
"oo! show the camera sweetheart."
dad!matt who finds out you're pregnant through his gift.
"wait..no- you're lying.."
"nope...what'd you think?"
"oh fuck- this is the best present ever.."
dad!matt who gets tired quickly.
"can you guys just shutup?!"
"matt nobodys speaking."
dad!matt who feels better after a nap.
"sorry...i was just tired.."
"i know."
a/n - i really wanna make a boy next door part 2 but i have 0 ideas so idek but i want it out for christmas kinda idk!
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