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vanteguccir · 11 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where the Cut The Camera Podcast comes to an end and Matt feels emotional about it, but Y/N is there to comfort him.

WARNING: Sad talk, crying.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

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

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The time had come to say goodbye to the Cut The Camera Podcast.

If Y/N said her eyes weren't filled with trapped tears that she was fighting so hard not to spill, she would be lying.

The girl was sitting on the floor on one of the fluffy pink cushion that decorated the Podcast studio, her back was pressed against the door next to the stairs as she silently listened to what the boys were saying, looking up to them from time to time.

That was a habit she had created months before, practically since the beginning of the Podcast, where she would simply enter the studio with the boys and accompany their filming while sitting in the same exact place on the floor with her phone in hand, not being seen by any camera, nor heard by any of the high-resolution microphones.

It was always a different adventure to be there. If her mood was down, the boys' jokes made her laugh until her stomach hurt. Sometimes, she herself attributed a different fact to one of the topics that Nick brought up or gave them an idea when creativity ran out before they reached the one hour mark.

She lost count of how many times she turned on the air conditioning when Nick felt too hot or brought Matt and Chris a hoodie when they were too cold. Many times having left the studio quickly to get water or some drinks from the kitchen for one of the three when noticing their voices hoarse from thirst and the amount of minutes spent talking without a pause.

With all this being said, the brothers could say that she actively participated in the podcast and its environment without necessarily appearing in it.

So, it was no surprise that in that episode she was without her phone in hand, sitting in her usual spot, with her head practically completely covered by the hood of her hoodie and a sad look resting on her face.

Her eyes traveled between the triplets at all times, ready to jump in and console them if she noticed any tears appearing, knowing how difficult it was to finish that cycle - despite also knowing how necessary it was for their growth.

The recording was coming to an end, and Y/N felt her chest heavy, even though she was extremely happy and looking forward to the three's new individual and group projects.

Part of her scolded herself for being so emotional, maybe because she didn't feel she had the right to, since she wasn't even part of the channel. Or maybe because the boys seemed perfectly fine and happy with its ending, but she knew they were just resigned to it.

"It feels like just yesterday we started it." Chris began the ending, turning his face to Nick while playing with his microphone with his right hand. "I actually can't believe how long we've been doing this. I'm happy it's over, but I'm happy it happened."

"Oh my God... I'm happy it's over, but I'm happy it happened." Nick repeated, focusing his eyes on the ceiling for a few seconds, and Y/N was almost sure he was holding back his tears.

"That was good, right?" Chris chuckled, crossing his arms on the table and tilting his head.

"I did like it." The oldest of the triplets nodded, a thoughtful look resting on his face. "But, before we continue ending it, I think we should call a special person, who is as much a part of this podcast as we are." He brought his lips closer to his microphone, his eyes quickly meeting Y/N's. "Come here."

The girl took a deep breath, getting up from the floor and patting her pants lightly, uncreasing the slightly wrinkled fabric from her previous position.

Matt turned his head in her direction, looking at her with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips. He opened his arms, silently asking her to sit next to him, and she did.

Y/N settled down on the white and pink vintage couch, resting her back against the backrest and crossing her legs on the upholstery. Her left hand automatically found home on Matt's right thigh, stroking the covered skin lightly.

"All these months of Cut The Camera, Y/N has been with us. She literally sits on the floor, leaning against the door, right there..." Chris began, pointing his index finger towards the door, even though the camera couldn't reach the indicated space. "And listen to an hour and a few minutes of us talking about literally everything."

"She gave us ideas during some podcasts, complemented some topics with new information... In other words, she technically participated without appearing." Nick agreed with his brother, raising his index and middle fingers at each item mentioned.

"Yeah... Well, hi guys!" The girl glued her upper body against Matt's, bringing her face closer to the microphone, offering a small smile to the camera that looked back at her. "I'm sorry about my condition-"

"She was crying, I can tell." Nick interrupted her loudly, raising his right hand for a few seconds before lowering it again, receiving an eye roll from the girl in response.

"It's just..." Y/N closed her eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "It's incredible to see it from my perspective. I've been in the boys' lives for a little more than 7 years, I've been accompanying them since before the Sturniolo Triplets channel began, especially since before Cut The Camera Podcast. I saw this dream born in their hearts more than two years ago..." She swallowed hard, feeling her eyes sting with new tears while clearing her throat slightly.

Matt moved his right hand up to her back, lightly caressing the covered skin before wrapping it around her waist firmly, pulling the microphone in his direction, giving her time to compose herself.

"It's true guys, she helped us build this whole studio, design it, decorate it... She had most of the ideas with Nick." The brunette pointed his head at his brother, who was watching him with his lips pressed together, nodding. "And she kept us company through the whole process."

Y/N sighed, lightly squeezing the skin of Matt's thigh still under her fingers, reassuring him that she was okay.

"Yes, exactly. But despite all that, I have no right to come and cry rivers and say words as if the world is ending. I mean, I'm not even in the channel." She let out a nasal laugh, shaking her head and fixing her eyes on the table, frowning before starting to talk again. "But I just wanted to say you guys did a great fucking job."

Her eyes lifted from the white wooden surface, traveling over Nick, who had his lips pressed into a thin line, looking at her with soft, attentive eyes; Chris, who was arranging his pink cap on his head in an act of nervousness, keeping his head low; and finally Matt, who had his eyes fixed on his own lap, without letting her see his face completely, but she knew he was listening to her words carefully.

"I'm sure that, like the Sturniolo Triplets channel, this podcast was a safe place for many people, perhaps an escape from life's problems or a moment to relax. Although you..." She quickly pointed to Nick. "Having said that many episodes didn't get you three anywhere, I'm sure they were still as important as the others for some people."

The sound of sniffing caught her attention. Y/N turned her head quickly towards her boyfriend, who still had his head down. Her eyes soon caught the small tears running down his cheeks and dripping on his blue hoodie, leaving a wet trail behind, which shone below the bright light of the expensive illumination.

The girl adjusted her posture, pulling him carefully so that her arms circled around his shoulders, hugging him close to her body. She arranged the microphone so that the support held it directly to her without her having to let go of Matt.

"I'm proud of you, boys. I know why this podcast is coming to an end, and I completely understand, just as I know they will, too..." Y/N pointed to the camera in front of her with her chin, not taking her hands off her boy for even a moment. "I know about the future plans of each of you, I helped you with some ideas, just like I just supported others, and I'm sure that all of them will give incredible results in the near future, which the entire fandom will be able to enjoy as much as they enjoy the current projects." She finished, her voice sounding weak.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it hard in an attempt to hold back the sobs. Out of the four, Y/N was the most emotional, having been called a cry baby many times throughout her life since her crying came easily with any situation that made her heart sting.

Matt sighed, finally lifting his head and resting it against his girlfriend's one. Feeling comfort surrounded his body with Y/N's arms still securely wrapped around him, opening a small smile at the camera.

"I... I will be forever grateful for all these months, thanks to all of you." Chris's watery eyes searched Y/N's, receiving a nod in response, which gave him enough confidence to open a tearful smile.

"Goodbye campers, and good night." Nick finished slowly, as if he had been avoiding that moment during the entire 1 hour of recording. His fingers played with the support of his microphone nervously as his eyes traveled over his brothers and his best friend.

"Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs eat your feet." Matt brought his right cheek closer to Y/N's left one, murmuring into the microphone softly.

"Come here, lovie." Y/N whispered to Matt as soon as Nick did the small gesture he always did when they came to the end of recording.

Her arms - which were still around him - pulled him closer to her body, allowing him to lay his head on her left shoulder.

"I'm so proud of you." She sealed her lips over the brunette curls for long seconds, closing her eyes tightly as she felt his hoddie-covered shoulders tremble slightly under her grip, low sobbing sounds echoing through the pink walls.

Y/N swept her eyes around the studio, seeing Chris already standing and walking towards the stairs, his hands wiping away aggressively the thick tears that were flowing down his cheeks freely. Nick was still sitting, his arms resting on the table as he stared at the wooden surface intently, seeming to still process everything.

"It's okay, you did the right thing. Good things are coming."

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extra - comments:

"how come we never noticed that Y/N was there in every podcast? 🤯🤯"

"omg this is so sad but so exciting at the same time, I'm looking forward to the new projects 😔"

"Y/N being the emotional support of the three of them was the cutest thing I saw today 😭😭"

"honestly, if we put together the tears of the four and all the fans who are crying right now, we could make the planet overflow 😫✋🏻"

"on no, matt crying made my heart sting so bad ;(("

"I love how Y/N is always there with them, giving the right support and being an amazing girlfriend and best friend, they're a real family 🥺🥺"

"Y/N spill some spoilers about the new projects, we beg you 😭😭"

"Y/N and Matt are so beautiful together, they're really made for each other 🥺"

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writingduhh · 8 months ago

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hiii!! i love your writing style, can we maybe get a bigt x reader where tanner is so whipped he can't help but look at her with heart eyes whenever she walks in the room, even if he's streaming

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Got me blushing

Also, I. Love. This. Idea. So. Much.

BigT (Tanner) || Whipped

From the moment Tanner met you, he was hooked. It wasn’t just your looks—though he couldn’t help but think you were stunning—it was the way you carried yourself, your laugh, your intelligence. He was a goner from day one.

His friends and even his fans noticed the change. Tanner, who had always been so cool and collected, now seemed like a man whose heart beat just for you. His friends playfully teased him about it, but they were genuinely happy for him. Tanner didn’t care about the teasing; he was utterly in love with you.

One evening, Tanner was in the middle of a high-stakes game, his stream watched by thousands. The chat was lively, filled with the usual jokes, questions, and encouragement. He was fully immersed, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Then you walked in.

You tried to be quiet, not wanting to disturb him, but Tanner noticed immediately. His head snapped up, and the intense look on his face softened into one of pure adoration. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Who just walked in?!”

“T, YOU’RE GOING TO GET SHOT!”

“Tanner’s heart eyes, though!”

“He’s so whipped, LOL!”

“Plz let her come on camera”

His fans teased him endlessly, but Tanner didn’t care. You waved in his direction, a small gesture, but it was enough to make his heart race.

“Hi, guys. I just got home and was just coming in to check on you,” you admitted sheepishly, your body still not fully out of the door frame.

“Oh, hey, babe!” He grinned, spinning around in his chair to fully face you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you apologized, beginning to close the door before he called out.

“No, come back! The chat wants to say hi.” He patted his thigh, signaling for you to come sit down.

Compliantly, you walked over and gently sat on one of his legs, not wanting to block him from view. Before long, he had both arms wrapped around your torso as you sat together. Every time you touched him, it was like electricity. When you held his hand, his fingers would intertwine with yours, and he’d look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. If you rested your head on his shoulder, he’d instantly lay his head against yours, grinning ear to ear.

The chat erupted with excitement at your appearance.

“Hey y/n!!”

“FINALLY the stream is getting good.”

“🔥🔥”

“Tanner, you lucky guy!”

“Bring her on more, please.”

After some playful banter with the audience, Tanner announced, “Alright, let’s get this win, for y/n!” The chat cheered with him. You took this as your cue to leave. Before you got up, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He blushed, a deep red spreading across his face, and the chat exploded again.

“Nah why’d he get so red 😭”

“GOALS FRRR!”

“Ewww no PDA.”

“He is literally so in love.”

He chuckled, looking over at you with those heart eyes that had become so familiar. “Sorry, guys, but can you blame me?” Once you stood up, he softly grabbed your wrist before you could walk away.

“You could stay here and just lie on my bed; you’d be out of frame,” he softly suggested, clearly longing for your company.

How could you resist that face? You had a perfect view from his bed where you comfortably sat, watching Tanner's attention shift back to the audience.

He tried to focus back on the game, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, drinking in the sight of you so beautifully cuddled up on his bed.

After what felt like forever, Tanner had finally beaten the game, not without casting multiple glances and sweet smiles in your direction. As the stream drew to a close, he enthusiastically said goodbye to the audience.

Once the screen went black, his smile turned into a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, he held his arms out for you, pulling you into a hug and burying his face in your hair.

“I just wanted to lay with you so bad. It felt like forever,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection.

“You were only playing for a couple of hours. Plus, I’m fine just watching you work,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Still too long,” he replied, pulling back to look at you with those heart-melting eyes and an adoring gaze that always made you weak in the knees.

In those moments, nothing else mattered to him. All that mattered was you and the way you made him feel—like the luckiest guy in the world.

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