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Motherâs day » All three
summary: how the boys would react if you got MaryLou a Motherâs day gift <3
warnings: gn!reader for all three
A/N: happy motherâs day to all out there!! whether youâre a proud mom of a lil gremlin or a precious angel, today is your day to celebrate your sacrifices! my love goes out to all of you <3 (this includes mothers of cats, dogs, hamsters, etc. you guys deserve it too, theyâre tough work)
Chris
- chris probably would have gone with you, thinking you were getting stuff from him to his mom
- youâd get a card, flowers, maybe some chocolate for her as wellâthe entire time heâs under the impression itâll be from him
- he only realizes itâs not when he sees you signing your name
âMa, why are you signing the card?â
âItâs from me to your mom.â
âOh? Sheâs gonna love it.â
- he would definitely get all giddy inside, especially if you make a joke thanking MaryLou for keeping him
- afterwards she would pull him aside, expressing how thankful she is that he found you and how youâre a keeper
- and he may or may not have been a lil embarrassed when going to your moms place, awkwardly standing there because he got her a cheap card last minute
Matt
- he was completely oblivious to your plan, not even knowing what you were buying her
- he only realized you got her stuff when you gave her either a put together box or basket of stuff. card, flowers, jewelry, basically anything you could think of
- he was utterly shocked at this, his jaw slack as he watched the two of you converse after the gift
- heâd pull you wider discreetly, making you a bit worried that he was upset
âYou know, I really love you.â
âI know.. but also why?â
âYou just made my mom the happiest woman in the world! I might as well propose already.â
- of course heâd beg you to get your mom something before visiting her, it wasnât as extravagant as yours, but it made your mom happy as well
Nick
- he would 100% be in on the plan with you, also getting your mom stuff from him
- you both would be so excited to see your momsâ reactions, wide smiled stuck in your faces
- when MaryLou got your gift, he couldnât help but admire how the two of you hugged afterwards, pulling you to the side and engulfed you in a hug
âIâm so happy she loved it.â
âI am too. I was worried she wouldnât..â
âIâm just scared of what your mom is gonna think of my gift.â
- despite his fear, your mom loved his gift
- he either got her a meaningful card, maybe a picture of you two from one of those couple photoshoots, some of her favorite snacks, a candleâbasically whatever he deemed fit for her
- at the end of the day you both loved how much the other put into the gifts, and had to call your momsâ to hear how happy they were
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nick x yapper!bsf!reader is a must
Talkative- N. Sturniolo
pairing: Yapper!reader x BestFriend!Nick
classification: platonic SFW head cannons
warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing (bitch is said too many times)
inspiration: request^^
summary: head cannons of Nick with a yapper bff!
Talkative- M. Sturniolo (Mattâs Version)
Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chrisâs Version)
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Nick loves to talk, everyone knows this to be a true fact. No one has been able to keep up with his talkative persona, but when he met you, he met his match.
â You have a habit of barging into Nickâs room unannounced with your phone in hand, a bag of snacks in the other.
â âBITCH, YOU WONâT GUESS WHAT I JUST HEARD!â you announce, throwing yourself on the bed next to Nick.
â Nick rolls his eyes but despite your rude intrusion, he canât even be mad. Heâs desperate for the gossip, âIâm not guessing, just tell me.â
â âActually⊠wait, let me guess.â
â You love teasing Nick about how handsome his brothers are. You donât even have a real crush on either of them, itâs just fun to watch his reactions.
â A straw rests in your mouth, your eyes trained on the most handsome guy youâve ever seen across the food court. Youâre practically drooling.
â âGirl, what the fuck are you looking at?â Nick asks, following your gaze.
â âOh just the sexiest man Iâve ever seen⊠well, after Matt of course,â you reply, a sly smirk on your face.
â Nick doesnât respond, eyes squinting in annoyance.
â âChris can get it too with that long, sexy hair. Oh, and Matt with his tattoos. I swear if they werenât your brothââ
â Nick cuts you off before you can finish, âBITCH, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!â You burst out in laughter.
â Youâre the only person, other than Matt and Chris, that can make Nick completely crack up with your witty jokes.
â âHoly shit, youâre actually insane,â Nick wheezes, wiping the tears.
â Heâs clutching his sides, the laughter overtaking him completely.
â Your entire friendship is full of love, but that doesnât mean that youâre not ready to playfully roast each other.
â When the roast is especially true, he shoots you a middle finger.
â âFuck you,â he laughs, never taking anything you say too seriously.
â Sometimes you say things that Nick completely disagrees with, but he never shuts you down because he loves a good debate.
â âNick, thatâs literally wrong! How would the chicken come before the egg?!â you exclaim.
â âWhere would the egg come from without the chicken?!â heâs getting excited, scooting closer as the debate progresses.
â âYouâre so wrong, dude. Just admit it.â
â âITâS LITERALLY THE EGG!â
â On the rare occasion that you two are fighting, heâs not in the mood to hear anything unless itâs an apology.
â His fingers are pinched together, the pinkie and pointer finger straight up in the air. âQuiet coyote, Y/n. Quiet coyote.â
â âBoy, shut the fuck up,â you laugh, shoving his hand away.
â He eventually gives in, rolling his eyes and preparing to listen to your rants.
â When youâre hanging out with a group of friends, it quickly turns into you and Nick talking over each other to tell a story.
â âNick, shut up! Let Y/n speak!â Matt shouts, becoming tired of the constant interruptions.
â Nick pauses completely, side eyeing Matt in annoyance. You stop talking too because itâs not as fun without Nickâs energy to bounce off of.
â The two of you stay awake past midnight almost every night, your phones illuminating your faces as the FaceTime call enters the fourth hour.
â Itâs just you two in your own rooms giggling and whispering through the phone.
â Eventually, when one of you gets tired, the other has to pull a conversation topic from the depths of your mind to keep the other awake.
â âYou did not just say that,â you gasp, in shock at Nickâs statement.
â âBruh, what you just said was worse,â he replies, a dumbfounded look on his face as he point to you with his hand.
â âOh true.â
â Youâre constantly interrupting him to take pictures for social media photo dumps. Whether it be off guards or full on photo shoots.
â âWAIT SHUSH! POSE FOR THE PICTURE!â you exclaim. Nick rolls his eyes, pausing mid yap sesh.
â Nevertheless, he puts on a smile and poses.
â âLet me see,â Nick yanks the phone, examining the pictures. If he doesnât like it, he simply hands the phone back to you and poses again.
â Just like everyone else, the two of you have bad days sometimes.
â âHeyâŠâ his voice is quiet, his head peering through your cracked bedroom door.
â Youâre curled up under the covers, small sniffles escaping every so often.
â âHow are you, bae?â Nick asks, throwing in a corny nickname to make you laugh.
â Your response is sarcastic, âNever been better.â
â âBitch, fuck you,â he chuckles, but thereâs no true anger in his voice. He kicks his shoes off and joins you under the covers, ready to listen to you recount your day and your troubles.
â Nick is ready to defend you no matter what.
â If he ever hears anyone talking badly about you, or even mention your name, heâs interjecting the conversation.
â Sometimes he doesnât even know the previous context, but heâs ready to fight whoever is talking shit.
â Nick never turns down the chance to talk, even if heâs really busy.
â âI can call back if youâre busy.â
â âNo, bitch! Tell me!â
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A/n: this is short, mostly bc it doesnât have a NSFW section like my other head cannon posts (for obvious reasons). But I hope you still like it!
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dude i swear i'm starting to go crazy i'm not even lying
like he's not hard, and it's HUGE
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chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY: Where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.
WARNING: Insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.
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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The noise in the living room had escalated from playful teasing in front of the camera to sharp, biting words. Chris stood behind the kitchen table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at Matt and Nick, who were both looking at him from the other side of the table with expressions caught between frustration and exasperation.
"Do you ever think before you act, Chris?" Matt's voice was, surprisingly, raised, an edge of impatience in his tone. "We canât get through one day without you doing something childish and making a scene, or worse, making our videos look like shit because of it!"
Chrisâs jaw tightened, but he didnât respond immediately, his eyes darting between his brothers, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand.
"I wasnât trying to do anything." He muttered finally, his voice barely above a whisper laced with hurt. "I was just... being myself."
"Yeah, exactly." Nick jumped in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "And thatâs the problem. Youâre always yelling and doing the most, Chris. Itâs just... exhausting, okay?"
Chris clenched his fists, jaw tight as he glared at Nick, feeling himself crumbling a bit because sure, heâs too much. Sure, he speaks too loud and had opinions about everything and wasnât afraid to share them, even if they were about the silliest things. Sure, he feels cornered and childish and immature and annoying, and most of what they're saying is probably true, but hearing his own brothers say it out loud... it pains his heart.
"You know, thatâs actually rich coming from you." He shot back, his voice carrying a frustration he couldnât hold back, trying to disguise his pain with anger. "Youâre always the first to say that people watch us because weâre different, because even though we look the same, we're still different. But all you ever do is complain that Iâm not just like you or Matt!â
Nickâs expression shifted, taken aback by Chrisâs words. But Nick wasnât one to back down, his voice snapping back almost before Chris had finished speaking.
"Thatâs not what Iâm saying at all!" He fired, eyes narrowing. "Is it so insane to want you to stop yelling and acting like a literal child in every video? Weâre trying to be professional, Chris! People like us, yeah, but they wonât if you keep acting like-"
Chris dragged a hand over his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, trying to shut out Nickâs words, trying to drown out the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood.
"... and we canât keep dealing with it, Chris. Grow the fuck up."
The youngest felt his chest tighten even more. His greatest insecurity - one that clawed at his chest every night when he couldnât sleep, when the silence around him became deafening - was now on full display, brutally brought to life by the people he trusted most.
The internet was relentless in labeling him as "the weird one", the "annoying triplet", just because he was loud and talked too much, just because he was unapologetically himself. Heâd laugh it off, of course, joke about it even because it was easier to pretend it didnât bother him. But deep down, those words haunted him, scraping at the edges of his self-worth, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wasnât enough.
And now, hearing Matt and Nick throw those same words at him... he felt hollow. Like all the air had been knocked from his lungs. They knew. They knew how those comments got to him, how hard he tried to ignore it, to rise above the criticism.
"Fine." He said bitterly, hating how his voice trembled slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "Iâll get out of your way, then."
He pushed his weight off of the table, preparing himself to get out of there, but as Chris stormed away, Nick's frustration boiled over, and he turned to Matt, his voice sharp and incredulous.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
But Chris kept walking, his shoulders tense as he made his way to the stairs, refusing to let himself look back. His brothersâ voices felt like static at this point, blending into the background as he forced himself to keep going.
Behind him, Matt muttered under his breath, an edge of impatience creeping in.
"Why is he being so dramatic?" He called, exasperation evident in his tone. "Chris, just come back, man! Letâs finish this video."
But Chris didnât even slow down. Each word felt like salt in a wound he was struggling to ignore, a constant reminder that he wasnât on the same level as them, that they were all looking at him like he was the problem.
Maybe he was.
As he went down the stairs, his mind was racing, every emotion simmering just below the surface.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached his bedroom door, a mix of anger, shame, and sadness twisting in his chest, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep it together. He wanted to scream, to push all the hurt away.
Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Y/N - curled up on his bed with notebooks spread around her and laptop balanced on her knees - looked up instantly, a huge smile spreading across her face as she noticed him, her expression so genuinely happy to see him that it made his heart ache even more.
"Hi, honey! How was filming?" She greeted brightly, unaware of the turmoil written across his face.
But her smile faltered quickly as she took in his red-rimmed eyes, the way his face seemed almost haunted, his body tense and trembling as he stood frozen in the doorway. She blinked, worry flashing across her features.
"Chris? Hey, what happened?" The girl whispered, and her words were like a lifeline, breaking the dam heâd tried so hard to keep in place.
She was quick in put her work together, placing her notebooks and laptop gently onto the floor beside her, leaving it all opened for her to come back to it later, her arms instinctively opening up to him.
"Come here, baby."
Without another thought, Chris crossed the room and collapsed into her open arms, sinking onto the bed as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear alone.
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he could somehow hide from everything that had been clawing at him. His legs slid between her thighs, his body curling into hers, every part of him drawn in close, seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.
Y/N didnât say anything at first. She could feel the way his shoulders shook, the silent sobs racking through him as he tried to hold back, his breath catching painfully against her neck. She held him even tighter, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his fluff hair as she pressed soft, reassuring kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere she could reach.
"Shh... Itâs okay, sweetheart." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his line of hair. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, Chris. Just breathe, baby."
But Chris felt anything but safe in his own skin. Shame and hurt twisted inside him, tightening like a vice around his chest. He tried to fold himself even smaller, curling tighter into her, trying to somehow look smaller for a 5'8 grown man, pressing his body as close to hers as he could.
He wanted to disappear, to melt into her embrace, and let the world live freely without his presence. The words Matt and Nick had thrown at him - the very same words he read online, the labels he was used to brushing off - felt so true, so much a part of him that he couldnât deny them.
Childish. Annoying. Immature.
He hated himself in that moment, hated how much he cared, hated how the words dug under his skin, making him feel unworthy, unloved.
"Am I... am I really that annoying?" He whispered, his voice cracking and sounding more horse than it should. "Do you... Do you think Iâm too much, too?"
Y/Nâs heart twisted painfully as she heard his words, the broken way he spoke them. She frowned deeply, pulling back just enough to look down at him, her hand cupping his wet cheek as she met his gaze, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down his face.
"Oh, sweetheart..." She shook her head gently, her voice laced with disbelief and fierce love. "No. No, Chris, of course not. Youâre not annoying. Youâre not too much. Youâre everything I could ever want. Youâre perfect exactly the way you are."
He clenched his fists, gripping onto Y/Nâs hoodie - or better, his own blue hoodie -, his knuckles white with the force of it as he tried to agree with her, but her words didnât seem to reach him. His brow furrowed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he choked out.
"They said... They said Iâm always yelling, being loud, making a scene... like Iâm always... embarrassing them." His voice caught on the last words, his breath hitching as he fought to keep from breaking down completely.
Y/N held him tighter, her hand moving to the bottom of his white shirt, traveling inside of it only to rub soothing circles along his naked back as she spoke in a soft, steady tone, hoping her words would anchor him.
"Chris, they love you. Theyâre just... they donât understand how much their words hurt sometimes. But that doesnât mean youâre a burden or that youâre too much. You bring so much joy and energy to everything. Thatâs part of who you are, and itâs one of the things I love most about you."
He shook his head slightly, his breathing coming faster as anxiety started to build again, overtaking him.
"I... I just donât get it. One minute, theyâre saying people watch us because weâre different... and then they tell me I should be more like them. I donât... I donât know how to be that. I tried so hard to be like them, you have to believe me, but I donât know how to change who I am-"
Y/N felt the depth of his frustration in the desperate way that he begged, wanting - no, needing - her to believe him. She cupped his face gently, urging him to look at her.
"You donât have to change, Chris. Not for anyone. Youâre enough just as you are, baby. And youâre not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone who really sees you and loves you for who you are."
He nodded slowly, finally trying to take a deep breath, only to feel like his nose was closed and his throat was being chocked by invisible hands. He closed his eyes forcefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tried to breathe in a gulp of air that never seemed to be enough. Chris could feel his heart tightening, his chest struggling in the quick movements of going up and down too many times in a second.
"Can't- I... Please-" He tried, tightening his hands around her hoodie, panicking with the anxiety attack that seemed to come so suddenly.
"Hey, hey, Chris. Sweetheart, youâre okay." Y/N whispered softly, her voice a calming presence against the storm inside him. She shifted slightly, one hand now resting on his chest with a firm press as she guided him through deep breaths, her own voice slow and steady. "Come on, just breathe with me, okay? In... and out... Nice and slow. Iâm right here with you."
Following her lead, Chris pressed his eyes tighter in a way that made him see stars behind his eyelids, focusing on the rhythm of her voice, the rise and fall of her own breathing against his fists. With each exhale, he felt a bit of the tension release, his chest loosening as he tried to match her calming breaths.
Gradually, his racing heart began to slow, the adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him feeling heavy, exhausted.
Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"There you go. Thatâs it... Well done, my strong boy. Now, just relax. Iâve got you."
As his breathing evened out, Chris opened his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability that tore at her heart.
"You donât have to carry all of this alone, Chris. Iâm always here for you, no matter what. Youâre safe with me, okay? I love you... so much." She leaned down, pressing another kiss to his forehead as she held him close, her voice soft.
The gentle reassurance, the quiet love in her words wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him further into her warmth. His eyelids grew heavier, the tiredness finally catching up with him as he let himself surrender to the comfort of her arms, a quiet whine escaping his throat.
"I know, honey. Sleep." Y/N whispered, a tender smile on her lips as she cradled him closer, holding him like a mother would hold her kid, her hands tracing soothing patterns along his back. "You can rest. Iâll be right here when you wake up."
As she continued to whisper soft reassurances, her fingers running gently through his hair, Chrisâs breathing finally evened out, his body relaxing completely in her arms. His head rested on the curve of her neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist as he drifted off, his pain and worries slipping away in the safety of her embrace.
Y/N leaned down, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his hair before laying her cheek against his head, her arms wrapped securely around his body as she watched over him.
"I love you, sweet boy."
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A couple of hours had passed, the sunsetting casting a soft, warm light over Chrisâs room, where he and Y/N lay wrapped together on the bed. Chrisâs face was nestled against her shoulder, his breathing steady and calm now, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers.
Outside the room, Matt and Nick exchanged a glance. Theyâd been standing in the hallway for nearly five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock. Their earlier argument with Chris had weighed heavily on both of them, guilt twisting in their stomachs as they replayed every hurtful word that had left their mouths.
Finally, Matt raised his fist and knocked softly on Chrisâs door, the faint sound echoing in the silence. When there was no answer, he hesitated, glancing at Nick before slowly pushing the door open.
They both froze at the sight before them. Chris and Y/N were curled up together on the bed, Chrisâs face still damp from tears as he lay against her, completely relaxed in her arms. Y/N had one arm around his shoulders, her fingers resting in his hair, while her other hand was hiding inside his shirt, holding his back, cradling him protectively. They looked peaceful.
Mattâs heart clenched at the sight, guilt intensifying as he took in Chrisâs tear-streaked face. He glanced over at Nick, who was staring down at his feet, clearly feeling the same crushing remorse.
"Let's go. We can come back later." Matt muttered, pulling Nick towards himself before starting to back out of the room, thinking it might be best to give Chris a bit more time.
But just as they were about to close the door, Chris stirred, shifting slightly in Y/Nâs arms. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, his face just inches from the gentle slope of her neck where he could still catch the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the natural warmth of her skin.
He moved slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movement caused her to pull him in closer, her fingers instinctively brushing over his back. The feeling of her hand tracing small, soothing circles over his shoulder as if it was a muscle memory grounded him further, coaxing a soft sigh from him as he nuzzled deeper into her embrace, pressing a gentle, barely-there kiss to her neck.
When his sleepy eyes finally traveled around the room while gently stretching his legs between hers, he finally caught Matt and Nick's figures standing in the doorway.
His face fell the instant he realized they were there, his peaceful expression replaced by a guarded, distant look. Carefully, he eased himself up, making sure not to wake Y/N as he pulled himself away from her arms.
"Came for round two?" He looked at Matt and Nick, his sleepy voice laced with bitterness as he asked.
Nick swallowed, words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right thing to say. What an irony. He opened his mouth but only managed to mumble, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out.
Finally, Nick took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Chris, I... we came to say... We just..." His pearly teeth caged his bottom lip momentarily, taking a deep breath. "We love that youâre different."
Chris stared at him, incredulous, eyebrows raised as he scoffed softly.
"Different? Thatâs what youâre leading with?" His eyes narrowed, hurt simmering just beneath the surface. "So now Iâm the âdifferentâ one? Funny, âcause that didnât seem to be a good thing a few hours ago."
Nick faltered, his face flushing as he realized his words werenât coming out the way he intended. He tried again, tripping over his explanation.
"No, no, I... I didnât mean it like that. I just-"
Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze lowered as he avoided Nick and Matt's eyes, interrupting Nick.
"Look, I want to apologize, alright?" He started, his voice barely more than a murmur, thick with emotion. "I know it was all my fault and that Iâm a lot to handle. I get it. I can be too loud, too... everything, really. And I know Iâm not like you guys. Iâve tried so hard to be, but itâs just... not me." His words hung heavy in the room, his fingers twisting anxiously in his lap. "I feel like sometimes I just ruin things because I donât know how to turn it off. You two seem to have this balance, you know when to joke and when to be serious, and Iâm over here just... always pushing things too far."
He exhaled deeply, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brothers', the weight of insecurity and years of self-doubt written all over his face.
"Iâm sorry if it feels like you have to put up with me. Iâve tried to be more like you, but itâs never enough. And sometimes... it just feels like who I am isnât what anyone wants." His voice cracked at the last words, his vulnerability laid bare, and he quickly looked away, bracing himself for whatever they would say.
Nick and Matt shared a look, each seeing the guilt mirrored in the otherâs eyes as Chrisâs words sank in, cutting through them like a blade.
Matt felt his chest tighten, a pang of regret settling heavily in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. How could he have let Chris - his little brother, the boy who was always loving him no matter what - believe, even for a second, that he wasnât wanted exactly as he was?
His legs moved on instinct, carrying him back into the room before he even registered it, straight to Chris, who looked so small and hurt, slumped at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Matt reached out, placing a steadying hand on Chrisâs knee, his fingers gently pressing into his brotherâs skin as if trying to ground him.
"Chris, youâre our little brother. I donât ever want you to feel like youâre too much for us." He swallowed, his voice wavering as he continued, willing Chris to see and feel every word. "I love you, man. We love you for who you are. You donât need to change a thing. Itâs your energy, your spark that makes everything better. You have this way of bringing life into everything, and thatâs something I wouldnât change for anything." He looked into Chrisâs eyes, his own gaze filled with a raw honesty. "We need you to be you, Chris. No one else."
Nickâs heart clenched as he watched, his own guilt building with every second. Gaining control over the hurt and regret flooding him, he crossed the room in long strides, dropping down beside Matt. He looked up at Chris, his throat tight with emotion, the sight of his little brother so closed-off, so wounded, cutting deep. He was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.
"Yeah... you being another person? Thatâs not what we want at all. Weâve never wanted you to be anyone else. Youâre perfect the way you are, Chris." Nickâs voice shook, filled with a determination to make Chris understand the truth, to undo every careless word he and Matt had thrown his way earlier. "I'm so, so sorry that we said all of those things and made you think so bad about yourself."
Chrisâs defenses wavered, his resolve crumbling as he glanced between his brothers. Their sincerity seeped through, but doubt still clouded his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, loosening his grip on his hoodie just a bit.
"You promise?" His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with uncertainty, his fingers twisting anxiously into the fabric of his sleeve.
Without hesitation, Nick reached forward, taking Chrisâs hands in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing firmly.
"We promise. We love how wild you are, how youâre always the one bringing the energy. Youâre louder, sure, but thatâs not something bad, it's exactly what makes you, you. Youâre the happiest out of the three of us, Chris, and we wouldnât change that for anything." He gave Chrisâs hand another reassuring squeeze, feeling the smallest hint of relief when he saw the younger brother begin to relax, if only slightly.
Matt nodded, adding gently.
"And hey, I donât think we need to be professional or act in a type of way for our videos to be good. The viewers love us for who we are... the mix of chaos and calm. Thatâs what makes us, us. Itâs why they stick around."
Chris took a shaky breath, letting their words settle over him, feeling the weight of them begin to ease some of the pain. Slowly, he nodded, his fingers curling back around Nickâs reassuring grip.
"Okay."
Matt leaned forward, placing a hand on Chrisâs shoulder.
"Weâll do better, alright? Weâre brothers. Weâre gonna mess up, but that doesnât mean we wonât have each otherâs backs. Always."
Chris exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension melt away as he leaned into their touch, the comfort of his brothers grounding him in a way only they could. Straightening himself, he managed a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a bit lighter.
"Yeah... always."
"Well, Iâm really glad you guys are okay again." Y/Nâs soft voice broke the silence, bringing all three heads up in surprise.
She moved with a quiet strength as she sat up and brushed her hand tenderly through Chrisâs hair, watching his face light up as he realized sheâd been awake all along.
"But just so weâre clear... if either of you hurt my baby like that again, youâre going to have to answer to me." She turned her gaze to Nick and Matt, a playful but fierce glint in her eyes.
"Y/N..." Chris dragged the last letter of her name in a whining tone, feeling flustered with how she called him 'her baby' in front of his brothers - even though they were more than accustomed with it.
Nickâs eyes widened jokingly with her threat, a chuckle escaping him. He lifted his hands in mock surrender, glancing at Matt as if to say, 'Well, we better watch out'. Matt nodded, eyes a bit sheepish, scratching the back of his neck.
"Alright, alright, no more ganging up on Chris. You have our word, Y/N."
Content with their promises, Y/N turned her attention back to Chris, opening her arms and pulling him into her embrace once more. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her warmth, his head nestled against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, fingers tracing soothing circles along his back as she whispered.
"I told you they didn't mean it." He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, the last bits of hurt melting away.
Nick and Matt watched the two of them, a fondness softening their expressions.
"You know." She murmured, pulling Chris's head away from her chest and looking at him with a mischievous grin. "Youâre pretty lucky to have all of us wrapped around your finger."
Chris laughed, a real laugh this time, the sound full of relief and love.
"Yeah, I know. I just... I guess I forget sometimes."
"Well." Nick started, squeezing Chrisâs shoulder with a grin. "Weâre not going anywhere. So next time, just remind us if weâre being idiots, alright?"
Chris nodded, glancing gratefully at each of them, feeling more grounded and cherished than he had in a long time.
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need you - Chris Sturniolo
summary: after a lot of convincing, you finally convince your best friend, chris, to take away your biggest insecurity. being a virgin.
contains: fluff, smut, needy!reader, gentle!chris, virginity loss, a lot of praise.
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i lay on chris's chest, as scrolls through his phone. my eyes fixed on his long fingers, swiping across his screen.
chris puts his phone down before looking at me. "y/n..." he speaks up with a small laugh,
i sit up off his warm chest, my back now resting against the headboard. "hm?' i hum in response,
"whats up with you?" he asks, fixing my hair.
"nothing." i fidget with my hands,
a lot was up, actually. my biggest insecurity is that i'm almost 21, and a total virgin. chris doesn't know this, the subject has never really been brought up between us. but i see him so often, and i've known him forever! it wouldn't hurt to ask him to take my virginity?
"i've known you for like- 6 years, i always know when somethings up." chris smiles, pushing my shoulder lightly.
"i'm okay- i promise." i laugh nervously.
chris stares at me blankly, his eyes roaming over my face. he knows i'm lying.
the silence grows as he waits for an actual answer out of me. i fidget with my bracelet, avoiding eye contact with chris.
"can i ask you something..." i whisper, finally looking up at chris.
"uh oh." he mutters,
"shut up- i'm trying to be serious" i scoff, chris reaches out and grabs both of my hands, holding them.
"you may talk to me" chris forces a stupid voice,
"you are such an idiot." i groan, throwing my head back.
"no- tell me!" chris cuts me off,
"okay, but you have to promise to not bully me forever- like actually if you say no to this i will rot away from embarrasment" i ramble,
confusion grows on chris's face by the second.
he nods, waiting for me to say something.
"im- i'm a.. you know?" i whisper,
chris shakes his head with confusion painted across his face, "a criminal?"
"no! a virgin- chris i'm a total virgin." i sigh,
"what does this have to do with me?" chris laughs, his cheeks a light shade of pink
"i want you to fuck me." i blurt out, clasping a hand over my mouth.
"what?" he responds, his eyes widening and his chest rising and falling dramatically.
"please..?" i whisper, avoiding eye contact with him.
he runs a hand through his hair,
"i don't want things to be weird between us y/n," chris states seriously,
"they won't be, it'll just be one time-" i protest,
"look- i think you're a very attractive young woman-" chris starts but i cut him off,
"you sound like my dad!" i whine,
he grabs my chin, making me look at him, "just listen- okay?'
i nod, he lets go of my chin.
"i want you to think if this is actually what you want- because i'm thinking that just is a desperation type thing." chris says,
"i'm not desperate, i just dont want to die a virgin!"
chris looks around the room,
"please- just one time?" i ask, he stays silent
"then we don't have to speak about it again- i just need you to fuck me once" i continue,
chris lets out a chuckle,
"what. is. funny!" i say with frustration laced in my voice,
"i never thought you would be begging for me to have sex with you" he grins widely,
i let out a laugh, "shush"
"c'mon- just teach me how to-" i ramble again, but chris cuts me off,
"okay- fine- lets just do it" he smiles, covering his face
i clap, "yay!"
he scoffs, "you're stupid."
"i don't care, so- where do we start?" i smile nervously,
he stands up off the bed and walks over to the door, locking it.
"um-- do you ever do stuff with yourself?" chris asks, walking over to me and standing above me by the bed.
"yeah." i reply, chris nods understandingly,
"like what?" he asks, i hesitate before answering,
âjust stuff with my hands.â i say, fidgeting with my bracelet,
âokay- yeah thatâs perfect! see your not a total virgin.â chris smiles at me,
i scoff as i sit up, cross legged on the matress as i wait for some sort of instruction.
âright- well.â chris stammers,
âyouâve done this before right?â i tease earning a flick from chris,
âobviously, iâm just not sure how you want to do this.â he rolls his eyes,
âiâll do anything you tell me to chris.â i say, locking eyes with him.
âyeah?â he grins, reaching down and tugging up my shirt.
his long, cold fingers graze against my bare skin.
i feel the fabric of my shirt slide up off my body, leaving my in my dark red, lacy bra.
his eyes just roam over my body, his chest rising and falling.
âyouâre really pretty, you know that?â he breathes out, tugging off his white wife beater.
i cover my flushed face with my hands, chris pulls my hands away from me.
âlet me see that pretty face.â he praises, making my heart thump.
his hand snakes to the waistband of my sweatpants, he pulls them down my body, i lift my hips off the mattress for easier access.
he drags out each touch, his fingers just grazing over my bare skin as he runs his spare hand through his locks.
i lay bare on the matress below chris, the only thing covering me being my thin panties and bra.
âcan i take these off?â he asks, tracing an outline along the outside of my panties.
âyes- do anything you want-â i almost beg,
he tugs down my underwear, shoving them in his pocket nonchalantly,
âchristopher!â i laugh, he shrugs cluelessly with a guilty smile.
âi better get those back.â i state,
âweâll see.â he says under his breath,
he stares very obviously at my soaked core, i look at his crotch, which has a very obvious tent in it.
âso pretty.â he coos, finally reaching down and dragging his middle finger across my slit.
âoh chris.â i moan lightly with his feathering touch.
âso sensitive arenât we?â he says with a smug smile,
i nod desperately,
chris removes his hand from me to tug down his black jorts, letting them pool at his ankles.
he tugs down his boxers,
my mouth falls open gently, my eyes fixed on his length.
heâs big, bigger than what iâve ever seen in movies and shit.
my heart rate picks up, i sit up on my elbows.
âchris- chris thatâs gonna hurt- thatâs not gonna work-â i panic, words frantically spilling out of my mouth.
he sits down on the matress beside me, clasping a hand over my mouth.
âyouâre boosting my ego.â he laughs, taking his hand away from my mouth.
âno chris- actually thatâs not gonna happen!â
he looks at me, a small laugh exiting his moth before he speaks.
âit doesnât have to hurt, it might be a little bit uncomfortable because itâs your first time, but i promise that iâll go super duper slow.â
god, the man whoâs about to take my virginity just said âsuper duperâ
âand if you want me to stop at any time we will stop, and take a break, then see if youâre still feeling up for it. if not then thereâs always another day!â he smiles warmly, rubbing my inner thigh.
âyeah?â he follows up,
âyeah.â i nod eagerly.
he stands up, before tugging me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side of the matress.
he stands between my legs, rubbing my thigh continuously.
âyouâre so gorgeous.â he sighs,
his erection rests against my thigh, making this all feel so real.
he reaches between my thighs and dips a finger inside of me quite suddenly.
i gasp, his finger is a lot longer than mine.
he curls it against a spot which is driving me crazy.
âjust gotta stretch you out real quick.â he says to me,
it feels so wrong, so dirty. having my bestfriend of 6 years about to be inside of me, his words making me crumble. god- if he knew how long i have been wanting this he would kill me.
he slowly teases his second finger at my entrance before pushing inside of me slowly,
âchris-â i moan lightly,
he bends over, hovering above me so our faces are face to face, so intimate.
my hand reaches up and grips his arm, squeezing it.
he scissors his fingers apart inside of me, stretching me around his hand.
âyou- are so tight.â he breathes with a small laugh,
âcanât wait to feel you around my cock, already feel so good around my fingers donât you?â he teases, i arch my back off the bed.
he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, âchris i wasnât finished-â i whine,
âshh- donât want you to cum yet.â he smiles, wiping his fingers on my thigh.
he steps out from between my thighs, walking over to his bedside table.
âwhere are you going?â i pant,
he holds up a condom,
âno- i donât want that.â i protest,
âwe need it sweetheart, as much as i love you i am not getting you pregnant.â he laughs,
âiâm on birth control.â i state,
he looks at me, âoh- shit okay!â he bites back a smile.
he goes back between my legs,
âjust gonna give you a little bit at a time, you tell me if itâs too much or too fast.â
i nod, he lines himself up with me.
i reach out and grip his his hand, holding it tight while his tip presses against my entrance.
i squeeze my eyes shut,
âlook at me, take a nice deep breath for me okay?â
i suck in a sharp breath,
chris pushes inside of me,
his tip stretches my walls slowly, a pathetic whimper escapes from my throat,
jesus christ.
christopher sturniolo, my childhood bestfriend, is inside of me.
âgood girl, fuuck..â he sighs, moving the stray bits of hair infront of my face away from me.
âyou can take a little more, canât you?â he breathes,
i nod, he pushes slightly deeper inside of me.
âoh chris- fuck!â i moan softly, squeezing his hand.
âtaking me so well, so so good.â he praises, making me clench around him.
a low groan falls from his mouth as he pushes further, and deeper inside of me.
tears prickle in my eyes from the burning stretch, which chris seems to pick up on.
âhey- donât get upset, youâre doing so good, youâre not a virgin anymore!â chris smiles
he pushes the rest of the way inside of me, âlook at that..â he sighs, at the closed gap between our hips.
âyou okay?â he says, wiping my watering eyes with a sympathetic grin.
âiâm- full.â i whisper with a small smile,
âi know you are, arenât you?â chris grins, just resting inside of me, allowing me to get used to his length.
âcan i move?â he asks, âyes- please chris.â i reply
he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, he hovers above my face, breathing heavily into my neck.
small groans and grunts fall from his mouth, straight into my ear.
after several thrusts the pain fades into pleasured
suddenly i feel chrisâs lips connect with my neck, sucking on the plush of the skin.
he gradually starts to quicken his pace, âchris! fuck- fuck chris oh my god!â i arch my back off the matress
he reaches down where our bodies meet and brushes my sensitive clit,
âyou feel so good, taking me so well.â chris mutters into my neck,
âyou look so pretty with me so deep inside of you.â he whispers,
i grip his back, my nails running up and down his bare skin.
the intense pressure in my stomach builds with each thrust,
i look down, a clear stomach bulge is imprinted in my stomach.
thatâs enough to tip me over the edge, i clench around him, finally releasing,
âgood girl- so good, let it all go.â he says in between jolted breaths.
he thrusts a few more times before finishing inside of me, my eyes widen as i feel the warm sensation.
he stays buried inside of me as he flops down on my chest
his floppy hair rests on my face, as he buries his face in my neck.
i stroke his hair as i come down from my high, too stunned to speak.
âyouâre so pretty.â he mumbles,
i let out a small flustered laugh,
âare you okay? not hurt or anything?â he mutters quietly into my shoulder
âiâm- good.â i giggle,
chris slowly lifts himself off of me before pulling out with a slick pop.
i groan from the emptiness, âmooreee.â i whine,
âyou are definitely too sensitive for that.â he smiles, rubbing my thigh before walking over to his closet
he pulls out a sweater and some sweatpants before walking over to me.
he redresses me slowly, his eyes still roaming over every inch of my body.
he tugs on his clothes aswell before jumping into bed beside me, launching me a couple inches into the air.
he rests his back against the headboard before tugging me onto his lap quickly.
he presses a kiss to my forehead, âyou did so good.â
i smile, resting against him.
a silence grows between us,
chris breaks the silence with a bold statement
âlook- iâm just gonna say this, but i think iâm gonna have to be inside of you again at some point-â he rambles
âi thought you insisted on it being a one time thing christopherrrâ i poke his chest with a grin,
âi know- i know but please? maybe like friends with benefits type thing..â he suggests fidgeting with his hands
âi donât want things to be different between us.â i laugh
âthey wonât! i promise it will be the exact same apart from the fact.. you know.. i get to fuck you..?â he protests
âwerenât you teasing me an hour ago for âbegging to have sex with you?ââ i giggle,
âokay but that was then- this is now!â he whines
âfine chris, we can fuck sooometimes.â
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texts between shy!matt and shy!reader
cw: slightly suggestive(?)
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obsessed | matt sturniolo
contents: established relationship; boob sucking/nipple play (f receiving); p in v; creampie; sub!matt
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ËË°âą*ââ· notes: happy december!!! i know iâve been taking a little too long to write, but the semester is almost over and iâm ready to lock in. i apologize for slacking and iâm so grateful for your patience and love ⥠hereâs a titty obsessed sub!matt cause i know yâall fucking love it! not proofread, enjoy!!! also â first time writing a full fic in 2nd person. let me know if you guys like it or if i should go back to the previous version!
ËË°âą*ââ· requested by: anon
© credits to my beautiful girl @submattenthusiast who also has a titty obsessed matt fic!
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after a long, tiring day, you were more than ready to go home â actually, to matt. he was your point of peace at the end of the day, and this had been an exhausting one.Â
you dragged your feet lazily across the wooden floor, taking slow steps towards your bedroom. you knocked gently on the door before opening it to find matt sitting in his gaming chair, his fingers furiously switching between the buttons on the console resting on his hand. certainly, your presence quickly soothed whatever it was that was making him anxious, a soft smile appearing on his lips as you walked over to him.Â
matt removed his headset before opening his arms, a low âcâmereâ murmuring from his lips. you smiled back, defeated and tired, trying to find some comfort in his warm embrace.
matt quickly wrapped both of his arms around your waist, parting his legs slightly so you could fit better. you chuckled at his eagerness, ruffling his hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head.Â
âtired?â matt asked, looking up with his blue, calm orbs. you sighed before nodding, not really wanting to talk or make a fuss out of it.
âlet me take care of you, yeah?â he said, running his thumbs all the way down your spine. matt got up from the chair and, while still holding you, led the way to your bed. he gently let you get comfortable on the mattress and soon joined you, his body hovering over yours, his own weight balanced by his elbows.
as mattâs weight shifted beside you, he carefully cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips and pulling the lower one apart. with a grin, you opened your mouth a bit more, waiting for him to continue.
matt placed his digit on your tongue and you quickly wrapped your lips around it, starting to suck. ânaughty girlâ he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. after a while, matt removed his finger of your mouth, receiving a whine in protest.Â
mattâs eyes flickered back to your lips. he missed you more than ever and before you could say anything, he closed the distance between the both of you, smashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. your hands immediately found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling on his soft, brown strands as you melted into the kiss.
his hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you closer as his large palm wandered across your body, finally meeting what he wanted the most: your boobs.
you let out a surprised gasp with the sudden touch, matt gently squeezing one of your tits as his whispered âcan i have them? please?â
you chuckled at his eagerness, feeling his fingertips travel underneath your shirt. you nodded with a smile and, instead of helping you undress, matt simply slid his head underneath the fabric, his breath getting heavier as he pressed his lips on your tummy and made his way upwards.
you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, holding a moan that was trying to escape. matt knew exactly where to touch you â all he wanted was to make you feel good.Â
he latched on your nipple, his tongue swirling around your hardened nub before starting to suck it. matt was obsessed with your boobs and needed them every single day.
he wouldnât say it out loud, but he loved whenever you raised your shirt so he could grip, bite, suck and do whatever he wanted on them. as soon as his lips were there, heâd immediately get hard, trying his best to cover the pathetic boner in his pants.
this time was no different. matt sucked greedily and hungrily, holding your hips down and making a mess on your breasts with his own drool. he loved every second of it and so did you, the wet patch in your panties growing wider as you felt mattâs bulge rubbing against your thigh.
âwhatâs going on down there, hm?â you cooed, receiving a whine in response. he didnât wanna let go and he wasnât planning on doing it any time soon, even if that meant cumming untouched. âbe a good boyâ your words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching inside his pants.
âcâmon matt, youâre gonna milk me dryâ you chuckled, touching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, revealing matt. his cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy, a dazed look on his face.Â
âyouâre just so yummyâ he muffled, nuzzling his head on your bare chest. âdo you think so?â you teased, adjusting underneath him, your knee slightly pressing against his hardened cock. matt choked on a moan, his desire growing each second.Â
âpleaseâ he murmured. âiâll do anything you want, i n-need you so badâ matt managed to speak, his desperation to please you was evident in every touch, every word, every lingering glance.Â
âanything i want?â you smirked and he nodded, puppy eyes gazing at you desperately.
âi promise iâm gonna make you feel goodâ he added, dragging with his tongue on your bruised skin, biting your neck sloppily. you moved your hand down his torso, reaching for his boner and palming his dick over the cloth. matt trembled, as if he was close to his climax just from your touch.
 âis that so, baby? i donât think youâre gonna be able to hold much longerâ you teased, wrapping your knuckles around his covered cock. you could feel the wetness spreading through the fabric, mattâs pants almost leaking from the amount of pre-cum.Â
âi really wanted you to cum inside of meâ you whispered, a whimper coming from the back of his throat.
âi can hold it!â matt firmly said, too busy trying not to cum to give any attention to your neck, your lips, or even your â his â beloved boobs. âi c-can! wanâ cum inside you, pleaseâ he begged, unwittingly jerking his hips forward.Â
âsuch a needy boyâ you cooed, moving your fingers to his waistband and helping him remove it. mattâs cock slapped against his lower belly, his red, swollen tip leaking pre-cum from his slit.
âfill me upâ you said. that was all matt needed â he got up on his knees and removed his shirt before going back to you, two fingers reaching for the wet spot in your underwear. matt pulled your panties aside, displaying your swollen clit and giving it light taps before moving his thumb in circular motions.
matt didnât even bother taking your panties off, stroking his own cock as he placed he tip near your hole. he also didnât slide in gradually and steadily like he used to, pushing himself inside you without even asking.
you threw your head back, gripping on the sheets as his veins pumped against your walls. mattâs huge cock filled you up entirely â honestly, he didnât mind staying like that forever, as long as he was inside you and having your tits.
matt lowered himself closer to you, letting you adjust to his size before latching on your nipple, a pleased hum coming from him as he sucked one and groped the other, squeezing it harshly.
âmattâ fuck!â you managed to speak, tangling your fingers on his brown locks before placing your palm on his shoulders, your nails digging deep on his pale skin.
âbaby, youâre so fucking bigâ you praised, and matt took this as his cue to start moving. he really tried to take it easy and slow, but he couldnât. you were so warm and tight, wrapping his cock so perfectly.
mattâs thrusts became sloppier and messier, the sound of your skins slapping against each other and your loud moans taking over the room. the knot on your lower belly tightened when matt started pounding into you mindlessly, chasing his own orgasm.
âneedâa cumâ he unlatched from your tit and whimpered, waiting for your permission. âplease, wanâ make a big mess for youâ. he was adorable.
a few more thrusts and you were close, mattâs handâs gripping every inch of your skin showing how much he needed you was more than a turn on.
âcum with me babeâ you said, feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm hitting you without warning and throwing you over the edge, with a loud groan, matt came in thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white. he kept pushing himself further as you talked him through it, praising him for being a good boy.
you could feel his cum â mixed with your own â dripping down your thighs, a tired sigh coming from his lips as he pulled out and collapsed next to you.
as you chuckled at his exhaustion, matt turned his head to you, a pleased grin on his lips. âthese guysâ he said, pointing to your boobs. âtheyâre the bestâ. you ruffled his hair and sealed your lips together, finally getting the rest you both needed.
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"good job baby, you take it so well.."
chris moans into your ear, pounding into you. you lay there, your arm limp beside your head as you throw your head back into the pillow. whines and whimpers leave your mouth as rapid as chris's thrusts, some almost sounding like shrieks.
"my little pillow princess"
you hate when he calls you that, but when you open your mouth to retaliate, a loud moan escapes as your jaw goes slack.
chris finds his way to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses all over it. he bites you in your especially sensitive spot. a choked moan leaves your mouth as you helplessly bring your arms to wrap around his neck.
he pulls his face away from your neck, looking you in your eyes.
"cum for me, okay princess? cum all over this big cock"
your eyes roll to the back of your head as a shrieking moan leaves your mouth. almost as if on command, you feel yourself release all over him.
he thrusts a couple more times, riding our your high before cumming himself. he leaves his load inside you, and lays down on top of you. his cock is still inside you.
"you gotta cut the pillow princess shit out, next time your riding me."
you hear his words, but dont process them. you close your eyes, letting out a sigh and going to bed.
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PENCIL SKIRT dad!Matt x nanny!Reader
smut, back shots, standing doggy, mirror sex, degradation, breeding kink
The bathroom mirror reflected each tear on your face, as if to mock you for being so sensitive. Each pull on your hair, each harsh and merciless thrust had your insides twisting and turning. âMr Sturniolo-â You chocked out his name, your grip hardening around the edge of the bathroom sink, the porcelain ceramic being the only thing keeping you grounded.
Meanwhile, Matthew Sturniolo didnât hold back. He grunted, grabbing your hip with the hand that wasnât buried in your hair. Your knees were almost completely useless, and if it werenât for your position, bent over the sink, you did not think youâd still be standing on your two feet. Your usually neat, black pencil skirt was rolled up to you waist and your panties hung low around your heels.
White pre-cum leaked from Mattâs tip into your warmth, dripping on the floor every split-second he pulled out before burying his length within you again. âSo wet fâme, yeah? Not very professional of you, is it?â Your eyelids closed tight, ears catching each groan that rippled from his throat. âIs it, y/n?!â Matthew asked again, more sternly. You shook you head quickly. He picked up his pace, slamming into you harder than ever. âBe a good girl and use those words, hm?â
âNo⊠not p-profes- ahh.â A breathy moan escaped your lips when he bottomed out, bruising your cervix. Each callous noise increased in volume, until Matthew was pulling his hand out of your hair to cover your mouth, slapping your cheek slightly. âShh, donât want the girls to hear, do we now?â You shook your head again, mumbling a ânuh uhâ before he chuckled. You looked pathetic, your mascara was a black mess under your eyes and your mouth hung slack.
Your clit was rubbing against the cold surface of the counter, giving you more pleasure than you thought you could handle. The tightness in your stomach began to break loose, and Matthew knew because your eyes rolled back into your head. Your back arched into his grip and soon enough, you came undone, turning into a moaning mess. But Matt kept going, chasing his own high.
âM- MattâŠâ You whispered into his palm. He didnât like it. His hand landed a slap on your ass. âYou know not to call me that. So naughty⊠you donât deserve this do ya?â
You found your head shaking again, submitting to his viciously laced words. âSay it, y/n. Look in the mirror and say it.â You struggled to hold eye contact with yourself in the reflective glass framed on the wall in front of you. Nevertheless, you abided. âI d-donât deserve this!â Your words were slightly muffled but they were enough to have Matthew tipping over the edge. As his cock started to twitch inside of you, he hissed.
âYou want me to fill you up with my babies?â Leaning in to speak next to your ear, his voice was sickeningly sweet. You nodded giving him a hoarse âyes pleaseâ before his movements came to a halt and Matthew pumped you full of his white fluids.
You straightened down your skirt, taking a deep breath, and laid Mattâs warm towel on the counter, folded neatly. Heâd gotten to his shower in the end, letting the hot steam roam the air, fogging up the mirror. âTell the girls to get dressed. Think mâgonna take them out to get ice cream.â His relaxed voice reverberated off the walls of the space. And with that, you left, shutting the door behind you.
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warnings: smut, thigh riding, dirty talk, voyeurism kink (kinda)
summary: a blurb of you riding chris' thigh
a/n: wrote this in five minutes, don't be harsh, 's just a quick idea i had a while back
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chris wouldâve had an unhealthy obsession with your thighs. he would love to tease you around other people and see how much of an affect he has on you just by slightly brushing his fingers a little to close to your inner thighs or putting his big hands around your waist when heâs tryna walk past you.
whenever youâd be sitting on the couch with your friends, just casually watching something on their tv or playing video games, heâd caress your thighs innocently moving his fingers so slow youâd almost melt at the feeling. heâd love to watch for your reaction, knowing what his touch does to you, and you not being able to show the effects of it around other people. but when youâd get just a second of alone time, while your friends go to the store for drinks and some snacks, heâd use that to his advantage. he would flip you over his one leg, so youâd be strangling it and feeling the thickness of his jeans underneath your core. youâd panic, scared that someone can walk in on you any minute, but heâd just rile you up even more by whispering to your ear "come on i know how bad you want to cum on me". while youâd begin to slide your throbbing core over his thigh, your breath only getting thicker and thicker with each move, heâd speak softly into your neck "thatâs it, come all over my thigh baby". youâd be a hot mess, grabbing his hair tightly, closing your eyes shut, trying not to make a noise in case theyâd come back early. "show me how desperate for me you are will ya?" heâd bite your neck, knowing itâll only push you over the edge.
when youâd come down from the high of, probably the fastest orgasm of your life, he'd look at a mess youâve created on his jeans, leaving a wet mark on 'em, wearing only his boxers as shorts. fixing himself just in time as the front door opens and your friends come back, not knowing what happened just minutes ago.Â
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See You Again » Nick Sturniolo
summary: will you be only friends the next time you see him again?
warnings: masc!reader, kissing, gay men /j, i donât like this guys
A/N: short and sweet <3
You and Nick were knowingly obsessed with one another, but of course were too shy to make a move on one another.
The two of you would always hold hands, cuddle on the couch, play with each otherâs hair, buy each other gifts, the whole nine yards of a couple.
Though you werenât officialâeven if everyone thought you wereâyou truly wanted to be his.
You wanted him to show you off, kiss you in public, put your initial in his bio with a heart, post you, talk about you whenever he got the chanceâyou just wanted him.
The two of you were sitting on the couch together, his head on your chest with his arms around your waist, you had an arm draped over his shoulders and a hand in his hair.
You were content in the moment, occasionally glancing down at him as youâd move the hair out of his face, admiring his features.
Each time he met your gaze with a smile, his head leaning up an inch or two each time, until eventually he was mere millimeters from yours.
As always you glanced down at him, but with how close he was, your face grew flush as you nervously looked away.
âAre you blushing?â He raised his brows at you, speaking in a teasing manner. âWhat? No..â You pressed your lips into a thin line, scratching the back of your neck.
You could feel his fingers gently pull your chin to look at him, a warm smile on his lips as he glanced down at your own.
âCan I kiss you?â His words were quiet and laced with affection, earning a nod and shy smile from you.
He slowly pressed his lips to yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Your own hand held the back of his head, the other trailing down to gently hold his side.
You had been waiting for this for months, the blush on your face growing deeper as the butterflies in your stomach began to go crazy.
After a few moments he pulled away from you, placing his head on your shoulder and placed his arm around your waist again, holding you close to him.
âIâll see you again tomorrow, right?â His voice was quiet, a smile permanently on his face as he stayed close to you. âYeah, of course you will.â You spoke softly, kissing his temple.
âBut not as a friend this time?â He gave you a knowing look, earning a light chuckle from you and a nod.
âNot as a friend this time.â
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can you please do a Nick panic attack fic. where either him or the reader (his bestie) has a panic at school and the other helps them calm down. (your choice on how the story goes. xx) love ya thx. ps. you're a great writer!! xx
4 In The Morning- N. Sturniolo
pairing: Pregnant!reader x Bestfriend!Nick
classification: platonic angst, fluff
warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing, mention of unexpected pregnancy, mention of bullies/ bullying (brief), short
insirpation: request^^ so technically theyâre IN school, but I put a spin on this req :P
summary: Your best friend Nick comforts you after receiving some unexpected news.
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âThis canât be fucking real.â
A positive pregnancy test rests on your trembling hands, this was never supposed to happen. A meaningless one night stand was never meant to come with actual, irreversible consequences. You were fresh out of high school, unemployed, and in your first semester of college chasing a dream that now felt impossibly out of reach. How the fuck were you going to raise a child on your own?
Nick is the only person you can think to call, heâs in a completely different timezone halfway across the country, but you know heâs the only person whoâll answer on the first ring. Itâs 4 in the morning where heâs at, but knowing him heâs probably still awake.
You hold the phone up to your face with one hand, the other occupied with the pregnancy test. The longer you look at it, the more surreal this all feels.
âHey bestie bae,â Nick picks up on the first ring, just as expected, his corny nickname for you momentarily easing your nerves. A small sniffle escapes your lips, you couldnât hold it in anymore.
âGirl, whatâs wrong?â
Silence. You donât even know where to start. You trust Nick with your life and you know he wonât judge you, but the moment you admit this out loud it becomes real. As soon as those two words leave your mouth, the truth will be cemented into reality.
âYouâre scaring me. Whatâs wrong?!â Nick reiterates. He knows you like the back of his hand, but even he canât figure out what could possibly have you this upset. You take a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself down.
Finally, when your breathing is stable enough, you finally speak. Your voice cracks, âNickââ
âDonât do that. That only makes me more worried,â he interrupts you. You can hear his bed creaking in the background as he shifts around nervously.
âNick, I have something to tell you,â you whisper, wiping a stray tear away from your face.
âJust tell me already. Youâre actually fucking scaring me and I hate this,â heâs becoming impatient. Nickâs mind is racing with all the possibilities, his protective insticts kicking in.
âPromise you wonât judge?â the pregnancy test feels heavy in your hands. The two blue lines stare back, taunting you as they dangle your future in your face.
âWhen have I ever judged you?â Nickâs voice is soft, he can tell that this is serious. Heâs being gentle with you, almost like heâs afraid that if he comes at you incorrectly youâll break.
You take another deep, shaky breath.
âOkay, so remember how I slept with that guy?â You chew on the inside of your cheek, desperate for a distraction as you try thinking of the best way to relay the information weighing heavy on your mind.
âDid he fucking do something to you?!â Nickâs mind immediately formulates the worst possible scenarios, each one worse than the last.
âNo. Well, yes.â
âY/n I swear to God! Why didnât you tell me?!â You can hear the anger in his voice.
âNick he didnât do anything to me. Iâm fine, Iâm justâŠâ your voice trails off, how were you supposed to tell your childhood best friend that you were pregnant?
âYouâre justâŠâ Nick tries squeezing the information out of you, heâs desperate to know. Youâre so close to hanging up or even making up an excuse to ignore reality.
You bite the bullet, deciding that prolonging this didnât change the truth. âIâm pregnant.â
Silence fills the atmosphere for the second time that night. Nick is both in shock and disbelief, and he feels a wave of sadness wash over him at the revelation.
âI was NOT expecting that,â he whisper shouts in disbelief, he doesnât know what else to say. He isnât judging you, but he is extremely concerned. I mean, youâre both just kids, and even if itâs definitely NOT his child he still feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility over it already.
âI donât even know what Iâm gonna do,â you whisper, the tears forming at your lash line. Youâre one blink away from sobbing.
âItâs gonna be fine⊠weâre gonna be fine,â Nick replies, attempting to console you before you have a full breakdown. Itâs no use.
âItâs not gonna be fine, Nick! Iâm pregnant and I barely even remember the guys face! Iâm in college for fucks sake! Weâre not even mid-semester and I already fucked up,â you exclaim through loud sobs. Usually Nick would feel extremely uncomfortable listening to anyone cry, but youâre his best friend. If anything he wishes he could grow wings and fly to you so that he could engulf you in the biggest, strongest hug ever. His heart is breaking for you.
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âFuck! Iâm gonna be the worst mom ever. I donât even have a job, how am I gonna buy diapers? Where am I gonna live? With my parents? Dude, I still havenât even told my parents. Not like theyâd ever wanna talk to me again after this,â your words are coming out a mile a minute. You were start to overthink, every excruciating detail only adding to your unease.
Nick canât get a single word in, your anxiety fueled rant ringing through his ears as you realize that the worst is yet to come, âOh my God, I still havenât told my parents. My momâs gonna kill me! Sheâs gonna tell my dad and then heâs gonna cut me off and then Iâm gonna be homeless AND pregnant!â The more you think, the more inconsolable you become. The cold bathroom tile hits the back of your head as you throw your head back.
âIâm gonna have to drop out, get a job, find an apartment and fucking tell this RANDOM guy that heâs gonna be a dad. What am I even gonna say? âSURPRISE! HEREâS YOUR BABY!â Iâm so fucked, Nick. Iâm so fuckedâŠâ your breathing is erratic, the hysteria causing you to enter an anxiety attack. Nick can tell that everytime you breathe your sobs and hiccups inhibit you from taking a full breath.
Your eyes are shut tight as you clutch your chest, attempting to regulate your breathing. The wind is being knocked out of you, youâre hyperventilating and the snot that bubbles in your nostrils doesnât help either. Mascara runs down your red face; youâre a sad, hopeless mess.
Nick finally gets a word in, your loud sobs being the only sound coming from you. âY/n, listen to me. Take a deep breath⊠Everything is going to be fine!â He listens as you do as instructed, breathing in deeply before releasing a shaky exhale.
âI know this is hard and I canât even imagine how youâre feeling, but I know that youâre scared,â he continues, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts.
âI want you to know that Iâd NEVER let you do this alone, EVER. Weâre gonna figure this out, Iâll fly over there tomorrow if I have to, but weâre figuring this out.â No one has ever put their life on pause like this for you before, it almost seems unreasonable and selfish for you to allow it.
Youâve calmed down significantly, your loud sobs being reduced to quiet whimpers. âYou donât have to do that, Nick.â
âYouâre right. I donât have to, but I want to. Iâm gonna buy the ticket now, but you get some rest okay?â His voice is soft and gentle.
You know heâs tired, but you really need a friend right now. If you hang up, youâre sure to cry until there arenât any tears left. âCan you stay on the phone with me?â you ask hesitantly, already feeling like a bother for calling at 4 in the morning.
A small, sad smile forms on Nickâs face, âOf course, anything for my bestie bae.â The corny nickname makes you laugh, the first sign of happiness since you called.
Every shared childhood memory is playing in Nickâs mind from the time he met you, to the time you defended him from high school bullies. Thereâs no doubt in his mind that youâre going to be an amazing mother, even if the circumstances are completely unexpected.
âY/n?â he picks at his bed sheets, flicking pieces of lint onto the floor.
âYeah?â you slowly get up from the bathroom floor, gently placing the pregnancy test on the sink before walking into your room.
âYouâre gonna be such a good mom,â he admits. You crawl under the billowy comforter, bringing it up to your neck for some form of comfort. Nickâs words are reassuring and you feel so grateful to have a friend like him.
Suddenly it all doesnât feel so scary.
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A/n: this was honestly (loosely) based on my relationship with my best friend. I hope you enjoy hunny bunches!
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NIC?! HELLO?!
MATT TOO?!!
IâM ON MY KNEES. đ§đ§đ§
WHY ARE THEY SO FINE BRO. IT ISNT FAIR.
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â blurb
Warnings: cursing, embarrassment..
âChris im so sorry- i- shit..â you say as youâre looking down at his bed. Your period had completely leaked through your shorts during onto his bed during the night. The embarrassment you felt as you noticed was intense. Chris was still asleep, but when he heard your worried voice he immediately sat up. He looks up at you, a confused expression on his face. âWhat happened?â He asks, rubbing his eyes.
Another wave of embarrassment washes over you. A small sigh leaves your mouth as you speak. âI- i leaked through my shorts.. im sorryââ you start, but you get cut off with Chris, his voice full with comfort.
âShit ma, you okay?â He slowly gets out of bed before walking over to you. His hands land on your lower arms, rubbing softly. You nod, still completely embarrassed about the fact that really happened. Chris gently grabs your chin, making you look up at him. âno need to be embarrassed, pretty girl. Take a shower fâme, alright?â
With that you go into his bathroom, taking off your dirty clothes before stepping into the shower. The cold water washes over your skin. You feel a pang of relieve deep inside of you. Chris wasnât mad at you for ruining his sheetsâ or his sleep, he only cared about your well-being. A soft sigh leaves your mouth.
After a few minutes you get out of the shower. You wrap a towel around yourself before exiting the room. Chris was sat on his now clean bed, looking up at you. âYou feelinâ any better?â He asks. You nod, smiling slightly. âI ordered us some take out, sâthat alright?â
âyeahâ yeah thats alright, thank you Chris..â
âdonât worry âbout it, ma.â
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ââ àšà§ !ă5 TIMES CHRIS AND Y/N WERE CAUGHT KISSING
chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY: Where a fan creates a 5-minute video with all the times that Chris and Y/N were caught kissing.
WARNING: Making-out.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Chris and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch in the living room. They were half-watching a movie that had been playing for the past hour, but neither of them was truly invested. Chris's arm was draped lazily around Y/N's shoulders, his thumb drawing idle circles on her upper arm. It was one of those rare, peaceful evenings where they could just relax and enjoy each other's company, without the usual hustle and bustle of filming or the pressure of content creation hanging over Chris head.
Y/N was scrolling through her TikTok, a small smile playing on her lips as she came across fan edits and posts dedicated to Chris and his brothers. Her fingers stopped suddenly, her eyes widening as she stopped on a video with the caption: "Top 5 Times Chris and Y/N Were Caught Kissing in the Background." She let out a small laugh, nudging Chris's shoulder to get his attention.
"Baby, look at this." She muttered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and shyness. She turned the phone screen towards him, and his brows shot up in surprise as he read the title.
"Are you serious?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned closer to get a better view. "I didn't even know we were caught that many times."
Y/N pressed play, and the screen lit up with the fan edit.
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1. Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute. (Two Times)
The first clip was from a Baking Blind, Deaf, and Mute challenge, recorded when the triplets had visited their parents in Boston for their birthday.
The video opened with Nick standing in the foreground with Matt by his side, leaning casually on the marble table, his hands gesturing animatedly as he explained how that video would be with the participation of Y/N. His voice was filled with that signature mix of enthusiasm and sarcasm as usual.
As Nick continued to lay out the idea, the camera caught slightly Chris and Y/N in the background, standing by the fridge. Chris was holding a spatula in the air like a sword while staring at Y/N, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a playful grin tugged at his lips.
Next to him, Y/N was meticulously reading the ingredients list, ignoring his playful manner successfully, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to memorize the steps, fully aware that she wouldnât be able to see anything in a few minutes.
The atmosphere was light and filled with anticipation, the kind that comes with knowing things were about to descend into playful chaos. Matt and Nick were already debating loudly over what constituted a valid ingredient while picking the necessary ones from the cabinets, their voices a blend of mock seriousness and barely-contained laughter.
But then, probably with the hope of being hidden behind his brothers' back, Chris leaned closer to Y/N, his shoulder brushing against hers. The gesture was subtle, almost as if he were seeking her out in the midst of the noise, a quiet connection just for them. Y/N looked up from the list, her eyes meeting his, and a soft laugh escaped her, the sound so gentle that the camera barely picked it up.
Listening to his favorite sound, Chris, with his eyes sparkling with mischief, turned fully toward Y/N. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear that drew another quiet laugh from her - just like his goal -, her smile wide and genuine, the kind that made her eyes crinkle at the corners.
And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Chris dipped his head and pressed a quick, tender kiss to her lips. It was brief, a mere brush of lips, but the affection behind it was palpable. Y/Nâs cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she ducked her head, pretending to be engrossed in the ingredients list once more, though the small, secretive smile playing at her lips betrayed her.
Meanwhile, Matt started trying to talk to the camera, his voice raised to make sure the viewers could hear him over Nick's teasing.
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2. DTI
The second clip was from a particularly memorable livestream that Matt and Chris had done from Mattâs room. They had recently started playing a game called Dress to Impress, and after recording a small video for their YouTube channel where they played the game for the first time, it quickly became their newest obsession.
Y/N had been hanging out in the room during the stream, perched comfortably on Nick's chair off-camera. Although she wasnât actively participating in the game, her presence was felt in subtle ways; every now and then, a hand would appear on the edge of the screen, holding out a bottle of water, an energy drink or a bowl of snacks for the boys. Each time, Chris would glance away from the screen just long enough to offer her a grateful smile or a quick thank you before returning to the chaos on Matt's monitor.
On this particular moment, the livestream had taken an amusing turn. Matt was deeply engrossed in a competition against another player who had, to his disbelief, apparently copied his entire outfit design. His face was a mix of shock and indignation, his voice rising with every word as he expressed his frustration.
Chris couldnât help but laugh loudly. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he listened to his brotherâs angry words, his eyes focused on the screen.
It was in this moment that Y/N leaned forward, her face suddenly appearing in the corner of the camera. She moved quietly, almost as if she was sneaking up on Chris, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly - something about 'knowing that Matt would win either way, since he - Chris - was the creative mind who helped creating the outfit'.
Chrisâs reaction was immediate. The playful grin he had been wearing just moments before softened into something warmer, more affectionate. He turned his head slightly, meeting Y/Nâs gaze with a look that was full of amusement. Without a second thought, he leaned in, catching her lips in a quick, sweet kiss. The kiss was fleeting, lasting only a second before Y/N pulled back, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she disappeared back into the background.
The moment was so brief that it could have easily gone unnoticed, especially with Mattâs voice still rising as he ranted about the blatant theft of his outfit. But their fans were nothing if not observant. The chat lit up almost instantly, viewers flooding the comments with a mixture of excitement and teasing.
Despite his attempts to play it cool, Chris couldnât help the faint blush that crept up his cheeks. The tips of his ears turned pink as he tried to brush off the attention, focusing back on the game with a slightly embarrassed laugh.
"Alright, alright, focus on Matt, not me." He said, trying to redirect the conversation, though his smile never wavered.
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3. Fortnite Late Night
The third clip captured a moment during one of Matt and Chris's late-night gaming streams, "Fortnite Late Night." Each brother was in his own bedroom, Chrisâs camera angled perfectly to frame his upper body, revealing a glimpse of his bed in the background, the soft light from his monitor casting a cool, blue glow over the room.
Meanwhile, Y/N had been upstairs, finishing up in the kitchen. The quiet house amplified the sound of her soft footsteps as she went to the stairs, heading towards the room she shared with Chris.
When Y/N reached the end of the steps and stepped into their bedroom, she found Chris completely engrossed in the game. His posture was tense, shoulders slightly hunched forward, eyes fixed on the screen with an intense concentration. The dim lighting highlighted his features - his lips were slightly parted, pink and plump, forming a small, unintentional pout, and his dark brown eyebrows were knitted together in focus.
He didnât notice her at first, his mind fully absorbed in the game, but Y/N couldnât help but smile at how adorable he looked in his concentrated state.
She was ready to crawl into bed, exhausted from the day, but there was one thing she had to do before she could even think about sleep. It was a nightly ritual at this point. No matter how tired she was, Y/N couldnât fall asleep without saying goodnight to Chris.
Moving with sleepy steps, she walked over to where he sat. Chris didnât need to look up to know she was there; he could sense her presence. As she leaned over the back of his chair, he could feel the soft brush of her hair against his neck, a comforting sensation that made him momentarily forget about the game.
"Goodnight, honey." Y/N whispered softly, her voice low and gentle, meant only for his ears. But her words, though quiet, were picked up by his sensitive microphone, echoing faintly through the livestream, reaching the ears of the hundreds of fans watching.
Without hesitation, and without any regard for the live audience, Chris tilted his head back, silently asking for his goodnight kiss. It was an instinctual, almost automatic gesture. Y/N, smiling at his adorable demand, obliged him, leaning down to press her lips against his in a tender, familiar kiss.
The angle was a bit awkward, the kiss upside down, but it didnât matter, it was soft and unhurried.
On the other end of the game, Matt was fully aware of what had just happened. The sudden silence from Chrisâs side was enough of a giveaway, and when he glanced at the small preview screen showing Chrisâs camera, he saw it all. Matt smirked but kept his eyes on the game, unfazed by the interruption - he had grown used to these moments.
"Dude." Matt finally spoke up after Y/Nâs figure disappeared behind Chrisâs back, his tone dripping with teasing exasperation. "Canât you keep your PDA for when weâre not live?"
Chris didnât even flinch. With a lazy grin spreading across his face, he shrugged, entirely unapologetic.
"Sorry, couldnât help it." He replied, his voice light and carefree. The grin on his face said it all - he wasnât sorry at all.
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4. hello world
It had been a late-night gaming session - again -, one of those times when Chris and Matt were fully immersed in it, talking to fans while navigating through Dress to Impress. The energy in Chrisâs room was electric, with his monitors casting a blue glow that bathed everything in a dim light. His headset was on, and he was deeply focused, his eyes glued to the screen.
But the concentration was constantly broken by Chrisâs rumbling stomach and the string of complaints that followed.
"Ugh, Iâm so hungry." He groaned into the mic, making a face. "Seriously, I could eat a whole pizza right now."
Matt laughed on the other end of the line, his voice crackling through the headphones.
"Dude, we just had dinner like three hours ago."
"Yeah, and?" Chris shot back, pausing for a second to take a sip of his energy drink. "That was hours ago. Iâm starving. Hey chat, send food!" He laughed at his own joke, glancing over at the live comments.
Little did Chris know, Y/N was watching the livestream from the living room. Sheâd been lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she heard his complaints. A smile spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind. She knew Chrisâs favorite takeout place just down the street and decided to surprise him.
She slipped on a pair of sneakers, grabbed her keys, and headed out. The whole trip took barely fifteen minutes. When she returned, the aroma of Chrisâs favorite meal wafted through the bag she was carrying, and she made her way quietly up the stairs to their room.
Chris was still completely absorbed in his game, his back to the door. He didnât notice when she slipped in, the door clicking softly behind her. Y/N could hear him talking to his brother, still complaining about his hunger, completely oblivious to her presence.
She smiled to herself, holding back a giggle as she crept closer. She set the bag down on his desk next to his keyboard, the movement catching his attention. Chris looked up, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there, holding out the takeout bag with a grin.
"Hey." She whispered, leaning in close so the mic wouldnât pick up her voice - unsuccessfully. "I heard you were hungry."
Chrisâs face lit up like a Christmas tree. He pulled off his headset, letting it hang around his neck, and stretched out his arms to catch the bag from her.
"Oh my God, youâre the best." He said, his voice low and filled with genuine affection. He opened the bag, inhaling deeply, and let out a content sigh. "You got my favorite!"
Y/N nodded, her smile growing wider.
"I know you too well."
Without another word, Chris set the bag down and reached out, pulling Y/N into his arms, forcing her to bent her upper body. He didnât care that the stream was still going or that his brother and the fans were waiting. In that moment, all he could think about was how thoughtful and sweet she was. He tilted his head up, capturing her lips in a deep, grateful kiss.
Y/N kissed him back, her hands resting on his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sweatpants.
It wasnât until they broke apart that Chris remembered they were still live. He glanced over at his screen, the chat scrolling so fast it was a blur, and he could see the comments exploding.
Chris laughed, picking up his headset and sliding it back on.
"Sorry, guys." He said into the mic, a huge grin on his face. "Got a little distracted there. Y/N just brought me food, so, uh, Iâm gonna eat while we keep playing."
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5. We became dad's for 24 hours!!! (to eggs)
The last clip was one of a quiet, intimate moment captured during one of the boys' more absurd challenges: taking care of an egg as if it were their own child for 24 hours.
It was the middle of the early morning, the clock barely ticking past 3 AM, when the sound of three simultaneous alarms pierced the stillness of the house. The sharp, grating beeps echoed through the rooms, signaling that it was time for them to wake up and "feed" their eggs.
The absurdity of the situation was only amplified by the ungodly hour, the boys' groggy voices muttering incoherently as they stumbled around, trying to remember where they had left their fragile "children".
Y/N, who had been curled up in bed, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep, found herself jolted awake by the noise. Her eyelids were heavy, barely lifting as she pushed herself up from the bed.
Dressed in one of Chris's oversized T-shirt that hung loosely over her frame and a pair of soft pajama shorts, she looked the very picture of someone who had been dragged from sleep far too early. Her hair was tousled, a wild halo around her face, and her eyes were half-closed as she shuffled out of the room.
She used the commotion as an excuse to get a drink of water, her feet moving on autopilot as she padded quietly into the kitchen. The house was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the big window and the faint blue light of the fridge as she pulled it open.
The boysâ sleepy voices floated to her from the living room, muffled but distinct, each of them trying to outdo the other in their groggy banter about their "kids".
Chris was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, his body sinking into the cushions, looking cozy yet disheveled. His legs were stretched out, feet propped up on the coffee table, and his head was tilted back, his eyes blinking slowly as he tried to stay awake. He was mumbling something about the challenge, his words barely coherent.
Y/N, still in her sleepy haze, wandered toward them, her footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. The coolness of the water bottle in her hand provided a small comfort as she made her way toward Chris, passing by Mattâs legs, narrowly avoiding his outstretched foot, and maneuvered around the coffee table until she stood in front of her boyfriend.
Chrisâs gaze followed her movements, his tired eyes lighting up slightly as he watched her approach. His arms opened wide, almost instinctively, inviting her into his embrace without needing to say a word. There was a small, sleepy smile on his lips, one that matched the one Y/N gave him as she stepped closer. The moment was quiet, almost dreamlike, the world around them fading into the background as she climbed over his legs and nestled into his lap.
She settled herself against him, her legs folded up on the couch as her body molded against his. The right side of her body pressed against his chest, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her. Her head found its place on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling gently against the exposed skin of his neck.
Chrisâs arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, causing Y/N to smile against his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she tilted her head back just enough to look up at him.
Almost automatically, Chris leaned down again, their lips meeting in a soft, lazy kiss. It was gentle, a mere brush of lips, but it was enough to make Y/Nâs heart flutter.
When they pulled back, Y/N let out a small sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled back into the curve of his neck. Chris held her close, his hand resting on her back, his thumb stroking gently up and down in a soothing rhythm, letting his brothers finish what they wanted to say before going to bed again.
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The video ended, and Y/N hit pause before it replayed again by itself, looking up at Chris, who was leaning back with a satisfied smile.
"Wow." She started, dragging out the word. "Look at you, Mister Romantic."
Chris shrugged, unabashed.
"What can I say? When you've got a girlfriend as amazing as you, you just... can't help yourself."
Y/N, sitting up and adjusting her position, rolled her eyes but smiled, her cheeks tinged pink.
"Youâre such a dork." She muttered, but there was affection in her voice.
"And you love it." Chris shot back, leaning down, pressing a kiss to her temple, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, leaning into his touch.
"I really do."
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extra - comments:
"this compilation was the perfect one to prove what the boys said about chris being the only one who would make-out with his girlfriend in front of everyone đ"
"stop, the way chris looks at Y/N in every clip???? ugh, I NEED this đ©"
"forget the baking, chris and Y/N's little kiss right there? too cute omg"
"okay but that livestream moment when Y/N brings chris food đ she's so thoughtful and caring ;(("
"chris and Y/N in the background just being all lovey-dovey while matt and nick are doing their thing is EVERYTHING!!! theyâre so in love it hurts đ„ș"
"honestly, Iâm all here for how theyâre always caught kissing like they forget the cameras are on đ"
"chris couldn't even focus on the game anymore after Y/N kissed him LMAOOO, he's down bad, guys"
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!! Y/N laying on chris lap while they do their thing with their eggs omg đ€§đ€§ they're so precious"
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21 - Chris Sturniolo
summary: when you recieve a unusual call from chris, you realise heâs got blackout drunk on his 21st birthday. youâre forced to go pick him up and take care of him in his interesting state..
contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!chris, mentions of throwing up (no detail whatsoever), a lot of chaos
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11:36pm
i yawn as i shuffle around in bed, my warm covers wrapped around me as i scroll through instagram,
suddenly my phone starts to ring,
âincoming call from âchrizzzzyyâ
i pick up the phone, pressing it to my ear as chris instantly starts,
âyou know youâre so beautiful, like soo gorgeous.â he mumbles into the phone, his words slurred.
thereâs faint chatter in the background, along with heavy music.
âchris? you okay?â i ask, my eyebrows knitting together with confusion.
âi need you- like how a baby bird needs its mamaâ he groans, followed by a loud laugh.
i giggle, âchris what is wrong with you!â
the realisation hits.
chris turned 21 today, i couldnât make it to his party due to work, but for fucks sake, this kid is drunk.
âoh my god- chris you got drunk? i thought you said you wouldnât!â i say frantically,
âuh factually i am not drunk- i think youâll find.â he fumbles over his words,
âcan you come.â he follows up.
i scoff, âchristopher- it is midnight, where are you?â
he pauses for a moment, before i hear him chatter to someone else,
âyo- where am i, my girl wants to knowâ he mumbles to a friend i assume,
he shortly gets back to me âiâm at home, but i want to be at your home.â
i nod with a small huff, âgod, iâll come get you now, just wait on the curb and donât go on the road whatever you do.â
he almost giggles, âyou sound like my mommy.â
i groan before hanging up,
i heave myself out of bed, knowing iâm about to have to collect my best friend in his state.
i grab my keys and fix my hair before walking downstairs, creaking open the door.
the cold night hair hits me hard, i shiver as i jog up to my car, swinging open the car door.
i instantly speed off down the street.
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10 minutes later i arrive at his street, the pebbles crunch under my tires as i slowly drive to his house.
chris shoots up from his sat position on the side walk, giving me a huge grin.
i pull up beside him, reaching over and opening the door.
âhey baby.â he grins, flopping down in the passenger seat,
âchris.â i warn, reaching over and buckling him in.
âhow much have you had to drink?â i ask, looking over at him.
he hesitates before shrugging, âshit- âprolly like 20 or something.â
i pause, â20 of what.â
he shrugs again, âcouldnât tell ya sweet cheeks.â
i throw my head back, with a small laugh.
âcome- come sit on my lapâ he grins, his eyes half shut, patting his lap.
âchris! i am not your girlfriend.â i remind him, his face drops
âyouâre- youâre breaking up with me!?â he raises his voice
âwe were never datingâ i point out, his eyes water.
âare you seriously gonna cry?â i laugh,
he nods with a small pout, âmy girl, my one and only is dumping me-â
i lean over the centre console and give him a hug,
i hold back laughs as i pull out my phone, putting it on 0.5x and holding it up.
âtell me whatâs wrong chris.â i grin,
âyou- youâre breaking up with me!â his words are slurred as he throws a mini tantrum.
âyouâre my babe, my hot little babe.â he sighs,
âoh my god chrisâ. i laugh, putting my phone down and starting the car,
i roll down the windows for him as i attempt to explain that fact that i am NOT his girlfriend, and never had been.
he sits up on his knees and attempts to make a break for it out the window, he sticks his arms and head out the window.
i reach over and grab his shirt, pulling him back in before rolling up the window
âchris! no!â
he mumbles something vaguely before looking over at me,
âwe hooking up tonight right?â he blurts out so causally.
âshit i bet you could give me the best-â he starts but i clamp a hand over his mouth.
âchris.. anything you say tonight you will regret.â i warn him with a smile.
âbut- but youâre so pretty!â he protests,
i pull into my driveway, hopping out the car before walking over to chrisâs side.
i open the door and he jumps out, stumbling over onto the grass.
âoh no chris.â i sigh, grabbing his underarms and picking him up.
he wraps his legs around my lower back and burys his head into my shoulder.
i carry him up the driveway with small huffs,
i fiddle with my keys before unlocking the door, chris is practically a koala bear, clinging to me as i heave us upstairs.
i finally enter my room before dropping him on the bed.
i switch on the light and take a good look at him,
âlike what you seee.â he grins with a stupid lip bite,
he looks white as a sheet, my eyes widen as i grab his hand.
i run him into the bathroom.
âiâm gonna throw up.â he mumbles,
âoh god oh god.â i whine, helping him into the shower.
i stand outside the shower as i frantically try to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of him.
i unbuckle his belt and tug it off, discarding it out the bathroom floor.
i unbutton his shorts for him, guiding them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers.
âlook- you get your boxers off and just try not to throw up for another minute.â
he giggles as he tugs his boxers down, i slide the shower curtain across and take a deep breath as i sit on the toilet lid.
he reaches a hand out of the shower curtain, holding his boxers.
âjust drop them iâm not touching that.â i groan,
he drops them in the pile of clothes before i hear a small-
âoh shit.â
i reach into the shower and turn it on cold, trying to drown out the sounds of chris..
i hear some deep breaths from behind the curtain,
ây/n!!!! i threw up!!!â he calls out,
âthatâs okay! just get clean in the shower for me!â i tell him,
he sounds panicked, âhey, the alcohol is better out then in sweetie.â i tell him,
he laughs in response, âyouâre righhhtt!â
i scoff, waiting for him to finish up,
my eyes widen as chris goes silent, âchris! you better not be peeing in my shower i swear to god-â i start but he cuts me off with a loud giggle.
i throw my head into my hands,
âoopsie daisyâs.â he doesnât stop laughing.
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after 45 minutes of chris yapping my ear off, i finally got him changed and in my bed.
âand then guess what he said, he said that he was gonna fight me if i didnât give him my drink, like just admit youâre a alcoholic!â he rambles on about his night.
âlay down for me.â i tell him as he sits on my matress.
he flops down on my mattress, his head hitting the pillow.
i lean over the bed and tug up the covers over him.
i move his hair off his forehead with my hand then place a kiss to his forehead.
he yawns loudly before whining,
âwhere are you going!â
i scoff, âiâm gonna sleep on the couch chris.â
he huffs, âbut we sleep together all the time!â
i roll my eyes, âthatâs when thereâs no risk of you throwing up on meâ
he kicks his legs, âi promise i wonât!â
i hesitate before giving in, jumping into bed beside him.
he smiles stupidly before wrapping his arms around me, tugging me into his side.
i usually wouldnât let him cuddling me slide, but i guess heâs not gonna remember it tomorrow.
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10:23am
i stir awake, chrisâs arms still wrapped right around my waist.
he groans, waking up aswell.
âwhy am i cuddling youâ he laughs tiredly,
âdo you remember anything that happened last night?â i ask, sitting up in bed.
ânot really.â he smiles, rubbing his eyes.
i reach over him and grab my phone, opening up the camera roll.
âyou had a long love confession to me.â i giggle, his face drops.
âwhat?â he asks panicked, i give him my phone
he presses play, letting the video play outloud.
âyouâre breaking up with me!? youâre my babe, my hot little babeâ
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