#once somerville

[ellcrys]

renewed my car registration online on aug 2 and got my new sticker within just a few days

renewed my parking permit online on aug 2 and 23 days later i still have not gotten the damn sticker in the mail

my current permit expires on aug 31 and i leave for vacation tmrw and won’t be back until sept 3 so i had to haul ass down to the somerville parking department today on my wfh day to be like where the fuck is my permit and can i get it today?

i paid $3 for the online transaction fee and i still had to spend 30 minutes at the office to get my damn permit 🫠

[marzipanandminutiae]

You Didn't Do Enough Geographical Research For That Movie/TV Show, a game I love

The Handmaid's Tale: when June and Moira are trying to escape the Red Center, they mention trying to get into downtown Boston. but the subway station they enter has a sign that says "ARLINGTON" being removed. there IS an Arlington, Massachusetts outside the city- but it doesn't have a subway station. the real Arlington Station is in the middle of the Back Bay...in downtown Boston

The Handmaid's Tale again: Moira and Emily are comparing notes on the gay scene in Boston, and Moira says Emily seems "like a Somerville kind of girl" and mentions her going to Club Cafe in the same breath. Club Cafe, a well-known Boston gay bar, is also in the Back Bay, and Somerville is a suburb north of the city

Also The Handmaid's Tale: there are way too many hyper-modern buildings for that to believably look like the Boston area. I get that they filmed this in Toronto, but they could at least...TRY to make it look like the city it's set in? probably more than half of the buildings here are pre-1920s. June and Luke apparently live in Somerville- they take the Red Line, so I'm guessing around Davis? but their apartment is once again super-modern. most apartments in that area are duplexes built around 1910-1920

Legally Blonde: Brooke apparently has a pool and a pool house while living on Beacon Hill. Beacon Hill is mostly row houses with very little outdoor space- while apparently some do have small and/or indoor pools, it's extremely unlikely for any to also have a pool house. there just isn't any room for it

Also Legally Blonde: that doesn't look like Cambridge. at all. come on, now

Legally Blonde again: 45 Dunster Street (not "Dunston" as they said in the movie), Cambridge, doesn't have a lawn or a long front drive. it's right on the street, with just a bit of sidewalk in front. it's also not a residential house- in 2001, it was the home of the Fly Club, an all-male Harvard social club

Brooklyn 99: at one point, a criminal's alibi is that he was at a nightclub in Cape May, New Jersey. Cape May is a very quiet family-friendly resort town, with lots of Victorian summer houses converted into BnBs. my dad's cousin used to own one; we went to visit her a few times. it's not a nightclub type of place at all

[orangeshipper]

Saaaame. Especially when accompanied by her bouncing on his chest and putting a fish in his mouth. I mean. Francis + children is a whole level of special.

francis playing riddles with young queen Mary does things to me

[hysteria-things]

i NEED more nate smut 🙏 do whatever plot you want

GOOD LUCK CHARM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub(ish)/soft!dom nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s your boyfriend’s playoff game for his hockey team. he knows damn well he’s confident enough, but just in case wants you to be his good luck charm.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, oral (male receiving), p in v, praising, semi-public

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 918

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is my official coming out as a nate girl! recently i’ve been clawing at the walls for this man, and i hope you guys support my decision😔🙏

watching your boyfriend play hockey has always made you feel some way — like what he’s doing now.

it’s the big playoff game for somerville, especially against their biggest rivals. the other team isn’t here yet, so he’s just skating around with one of his teammates to warm up.

the stands start to fill slowly but surely, then you see nate get off the ice and check his phone. you wait patiently for his reaction, being that you texted him when he was on the ice.

you see him smile and laugh, thumbs typing away on the screen.

he’s a little taken aback by the boldness, but bites his lip and starts to undo his skates and gloves, leaving his helmet for last. “hey, where are you going?” his teammate says, leaning on the wall to talk with him. “the other team should be here any minute.”

“pre-game pee,” he says, eyeing you as you walk out of the stands and by the locker rooms. his friend chuckles and nods, skating away.

he maneuvers himself through some crowds until he spots you patiently waiting by the entrance of the boys’ locker room.

when nobody is around, he pushes you in by the face to kiss you hungrily. he carries you to the bathroom portion before you flip him around. now, he’s the one leaning against the sink instead of you.

you bite and pull on his bottom lip, causing him to groan once you move down to his neck. he grins contently when you bite down to leave a mark. “you’re going to fucking be the end of me.” he mumbles, cupping his hard-on through his uniform shorts.

you giggle into his neck, untying his shorts and getting down on your knees. you kiss the tip teasingly, his hips rutting forward from the suddenness.

sucking on the tip, he whines and starts to push your head down. you bob slowly so you can feel every inch of his dick on your lips.

his mouth hangs open, eyes fluttering back as he leans against the mirror. the palm of his hand rests on top of your head, letting you do all the work as low moans leave his lips.

“holy fuck.” he sighs. “fuck. just like that, baby.”

you hum, the vibration making the lower half of his body twitch.

his eyes are still closed, taking in how your warm mouth feels. especially when you hollow your cheeks and start to suck. that alone has nate’s chest heaving, squirming from above while he whimpers your name. “y/n, oh my god.” he bites back a loud moan, arching in the process. “fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m cumming.”

you feel his release shoot down your throat, the boy shakily gasping to catch his breath.

you lift yourself off the ground, wiping your lips seductively while looking into his eyes. “i need to fuck you so bad.” he says, grabbing your hips so you’re where he was seconds ago. he sits you on the sink, pulling down your SOMERVILLE HIGHLANDERS sweatpants.

he smirks noticing the no panties, completely soaked and ready. he loves when you do shit like that. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

blushing, you nod your head and lean in the crook of his neck. your arms snake around the back, fists balled up on your hoodie sleeves. “please fuck me, nate.” you say, looking at him with puppy eyes.

aligning himself up with your wetness, he spreads your legs wider by the knees to have better access.

you both moan as he pushes in, the stretch feeling so uncomfortable yet so good.

the thrusts are slow so you can adjust like usual, but then he gets deeper. a sound way higher pitched than the others leave you. because somebody can still hear from outside let alone walk in, you bit down on your finger to muffle your noises.

his hands roam from your waist to your thighs, grunting each time he feels your walls around him. “faster, please.” you whimper out.

“you’re killing me.” he groans, rutting his pelvis faster into yours.

you rest your head on his chest, moaning into his jersey. “right there.” you whine, toes curling in your shoes.

he lifts one of your legs so your foot rests on the edge of the sink. you grip on, knuckles turning white. “nathan!” you squeal, his rhythm getting messed up.

even though it’s his name, he’d always prefer nate, but the way you moan and scream it fucks with his head. in a good way.

breathing heavily with his lip grazing your shoulder, he looks at you guys in the mirror with hooded eyes.

the way you pulse around him, holding on as he fucks you nice and deep, hitting just the right spot. he notices your legs shake in the reflection. “looks like someone’s about to cum on my cock like a good girl.” he whispers into your ear.

that alone has you shaking harder. “uh-huh.” you answer incoherently. there’s no doubt some drool is on his shirt since your eyes are rolled back with pleasure and your mouth is agape.

he watches intently at where you’re conjoined. he nods in approval once your cum starts to slowly ooze out and onto his base. “that’s my girl.”

you love the way he praises you. it always makes your brain fuzzy.

he pulls out, finishing on your stomach. grinning widely, he kisses your temple. “thank you, baby.” he says, knowing that you’ll forever be his good luck charm.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[letstripdotcom]

shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n i love naming my fics after songs bc then i listen to them on replay while i write.

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings- long(ish) smut ofc, mention of toxic relationship, choking, pet names (princess, baby, pretty girl) overstimulation {i think that’s all!}

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6th grade

i just moved from oklahoma to a small town outside of boston called somerville. it was my first day of 6th grade and i was everything but excited to go. i had a good amount of friends in oklahoma, and absolutely none in massachusetts. if it were up to me i would have stayed, but i had no choice because my mom got offered better work down here.

i walked into the crowded classroom with my schedule in hand. “is this mrs sawyers class?” i ask quietly. “yes it is, and you must be y/n?” she looks up at me through her glasses. “y-yes” i utter nervously. “nice to meet you, have a seat wherever” I walk to a more empty side of the classroom and take a seat.

“newww girlll” i voice calls out in a mocking tone when i sit down. when i look up i lock eyes with a boy with short brown hair. hes sat with his 2 triplet brothers and another one of their friends. “yeah?” i say quietly. he starts immediately attacking me with questions

“where are you from? why are you here? what school did you go to last? did you have friends” i’m overwhelmed as questions pour out of his mouth. “chris you’re freaking her out” his brother says. “i’m nick.” he smiles at me. “that’s chris, obviously, and that’s matt”

“hey nice to meet you” the third one says. “oh and that’s nate.” nick says. i nod my head looking at the 4 boys. “i’m y/n” i say. “y/n?” chris says under his breath almost inaudible. “excuse me?” i say turning my head to look at him. “what nothing.” he tries to play it off

“who decided on the name y/n, your mom or your dad?” chris asks with a disgusted but confused look on his face. “it was my mom’s best friend’s name before she passed.” i explained. “tough” he muttered. the whole rest of the class period was filled with his snarky remarks and questions.

over time, as i got closer to matt and nick, the snarky remarks from chris turned into full on arguments. anything i would say would lead to chris having something else to say. i could tell him my head hurts and he would say something along the lines of “maybe if you wouldn’t think so hard about what to say and just shut the fuck up for once that wound be a problem.” i would just roll my eyes and go back to talking to nick

-

this behavior lasted all the way through senior year of high school. i stayed close with nick and matt, which means i was stuck with chris. we got in several heated arguments over the years and they all led to me leaving the triplets house at 2 in the morning because i couldn’t physically be around chris.

our last big fight was the weekend before i left for college. nick wanted to host a small party of about 15 friends for me since i wouldn’t be seeing him again til the summer. we were setting up the decorations and chris was being extra annoying.

“chris can you actually help out and stop acting like a fucking toddler.” i snapped at him while he stood under me watching me hang up a banner. “maybe if you weren’t nagging at me every 30 seconds.” he complained. “i wouldn’t be nagging if you wouldn’t stand in my way instead of actually contributing to anything in this world” i yelled, stepping off the ladder as i finished hanging the banner.

“you act like i wanna do this party. i don’t give a fuck about you.” he spat “i might not even show up tonight because you’ve been a bitch all day long!” my heart dropped and i felt a lump form in my throat. bitch? me and chris never got along but he never called me a bitch

he knew how much i hated it because of a past relationship i had. during junior year, i was in a super toxic relationship with a kid from our school. i was so naive i had thought he had actually liked me but it turns out i was wrong. we would constantly argue and he would gaslight me into forgiving him.

i stared at chris blankly as tears formed in my eyes. “y/n i-“ “fuck you chris.” i cut him off “and yeah i think it’s best you don’t show up tonight.” i ran upstairs to the bathroom and wiped away my tears. i checked in the mirror and adjusted myself before going back down.

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present day

i hung up the phone with nick and got in my car. i was on my way home from college for the summer, and i finally got to see my best friend. he’s so excited that he rented out a cabin by the lake for a whole week to celebrate. i haven’t seen any of the triplets since i left, i haven’t seen chris since before the party. chris. my stomach dropped and my heart started pounding when the realization hit that i would be seeing chris.

i didn’t want to see him at all. nick said he changed a lot, and maybe he did, but you can never be too sure. and he did change a lot physically. chris was much more attractive then he was in highschool, not that he’s ever been unattractive, other than his personality.

about a few hours later i called nick to tell him i was close to the cabin. i pulled in and nick darted outside. “omgggg it’s been forever” i squealed as i got out of my car. “you have to see the place!” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the back of the house. “there’s a hot tub, a massive pool and all of this space.” he gawked at the house. we went inside as he gave me a tour of the house. “this is your room!” he announced pointing inside.

i looked around and it was absolutely beautiful. “thank you so much nick this is amazing” i hugged him. “don’t thank me too much” he said “i had to put you in the room across the hall from chris, i hope you don’t mind because i’ll work something out”

“no that’s totally fine, i’ll just pretend he isn’t even here” i smiled. he smiled back “okay i’ll be downstairs getting everything ready bc we’re gonna have movie night tonight just like high school.” he said as he left my room.

after i got settled in, i took a shower. i picked out my pajamas which was just a big t shirt and shorts and i headed down stairs happily. “there she is!” matt exclaimed, giving me a hug. “matt i missed you so much!” i said hugging him back

after i pulled away, i made eye contact with chris, who was glaring at me and matt. i shot him a calm smile and looked away. wow chris got really hot. you thought to yourself. no, chris is awful. but i couldn’t help but notice his fluffy hair and his defined jawline.

i noticed his sun kissed face, which made his freckles stand out. god i could only imagine what he looked like with my leg- no. remember what chris said to you. i snapped myself out of my thoughts and sat by nick on the the couch. he handed me a blanket and i cuddled up next to him and focused my eyes on the screen

my focus only lasted for about 30 seconds before my mind was back on chris. why hasn’t he spoke to me? because he hates me. duh. i wonder what he’s thinking right now. why am i so worried about chris? “you okay?” nick asks from beside me. “yeah i’m fine” i say in a convincing reassuring tone.

after the movie ends, i say goodnight and i head up to my room. i get situated in my bed, and i try to fall asleep but i can’t. my mind is flooded with thoughts of chris, and the next thing i know my hand is down my pants. what has happened to me?

this is chris sturniolo, the kid who’s bullied me for 7 years. i never imagined i would be getting off to the thought of him at 2 in the morning. i need to go to bed, but i physically can’t.

i get up out of bed and dig through my bags. i grab my pink swim suit and put it on. a get a towel from my bathroom and quietly head down stairs. i go out the back door and get in the hot tub. i zone out and try to find peace of mind.

i sit there with my eyes closed until i hear someone else getting in the water. i open my eyes, only to see chris. great. this is exactly what i need right now. “look y/n” his voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “i’m really sorry for the way i’ve treated you, you didn’t deserve any of it. but, we’re older now so i wanna put the past in the past”

“i forgive you” i say flatly. “really?” he seems genuinely shocked. “can i kiss you?” i asked immediately regretting what i said. “what?” is all he says before i grab my towel and run inside.

i lay on my bed for a split second before i hear a knock. i know it’s chris, but i still go to the door and answer it. i look up at him with a guilty look on my face. before i speak he’s slamming his face into mine.

he kisses me very passionately like he’s been waiting is whole life. he pushes me into my room and shuts the door behind us. he turns me and pushes me against is as he kisses me harder. one of his hands come up and squeeze my neck slightly

i moan into his mouth causing him to squeeze harder. i moan again growing super wet between my legs. one of my hands come up to tug on his hair, while the other one makes its way up his shirt.

with one hand still around my neck, he guides me over to my bed and lays me down flat as he climbs on top of me. “can i?” he asks, toying with the strap of my top. “pls chris” i whine. he unties my top and yanks it off, his mouth immediately meeting my nipple, his available hand massaging my other breast.

i throw my head back and moan as he does whatever he wants. next thing i know, his hand is coming off my throat, and down my body. he stops abt my bottoms before looking at me for confirmation. i nod desperately. his cold hands slip into my bottoms as his fingers meet my clit.

i’m a moaning mess at this point, begging for whatever contact i can get. “god you’re fucking soaked.” he says, his voice raspy and quiet. “fuck chris please touch me.” i beg “whatever you want princess” he says before putting his ring and middle finger inside of me. he quickly pumps in and out for a few seconds before i cut him of. “chris wait” i say

“are you okay did i do something wrong?” he questions. “no but i have an idea.” i tell him. i then instruct him to lay on his back and put his head on the pillow. i watch as he does what i say. once he’s situated i ask him “can i sit on your face?”

i laughed a little inside about how innocent it sounded. “of course princess” he says. i make my way closer to him as i put my legs on either side of his head. i slightly lower myself down, enough to make contact.

my legs shake as i try to hold myself up while he eats me. he lifts me up a little and says “don’t be shy baby, suffocate me.” he grips my waist harder as he pulls me down all the way onto his face. my back arches at the contact.

chris eats me like i was his last meal, i grip the headboard, and struggle to stay quiet while his nose rubs my clit. “chris i’m g-gonna cum” i whine. one of his hands come off my waist and grabs my ass, massaging it. my legs squeeze his head. and i moan uncontrollably as i release all over his face.

after i come down from my high, i get off and straddle his waist. i lean down and kiss him, tasting myself. i grind on his hard on while we kiss, making him grunt. i reach my hand down and palm his boxers as his body twitches.

i go for the band of his swim shorts and slowly pull them down, exposing his hard dick. i look him in the eyes, to get his consent “y/n please” is all i need to hear before i slowly stroke him. he moans and tosses his head back

after a few more strokes, i sit up and line myself up with him. i slowly lower myself onto him, wincing at his size as i feel him in me. once i’m fully sat, i sit still for a minute to adjust. once i’m ready i start bouncing up and down. he puts one hand on my waist to guide me, as the other one makes it way to mu sensitive clit.

“ughh chris don’t stop” i whine as i ride him. my words make him rub my clit even faster than before. my eyes are now practically stuck in the back of my head as i moan out for him. when i’m about to finish, i clench around him, making his mouth fall open. i come all over him, as he helps me through my high

“good job princess.” he grunts i keep riding him until i feel him twitch. “you feel so good pretty girl. i’m almost there.” i clench again, becoming slightly overstimulated. just then he releases, inside of me. after he comes down i slide off and plop on my bed.

“you okay princess?” he asks with concern “overstimulated” is all i can bring myself to mutter. chris picks me up and lays me in a more comfortable spot on the bed. he then heads to my bathroom and comes back with a towel. he helps clean me off before he finds the shorts and shirt i had on earlier.

he helps me put them on, then he puts his shorts on and goes to his room. i feel sad in that moment. how could he to all of that just to leave? just then he enters my room with pajama pants on. “don’t worry i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers as he crawls into bed with me.

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a/n: kinda love this what do u think?

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommates (matthew sturniolo)

pt 14

The low hum of the car filled the quiet air as I stared out the window, the scenery of endless trees and highway signs blurring together. It was halfway through the drive back to Somerville, and there was a comfortable silence between Matt, Chris, and me.

Chris reached over from the driver’s seat and lightly nudged my knee. “You okay, sleepyhead?”

I turned to him with a faint smile. “Yeah, just zoning out.”

Matt, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at me. “You sure you’re not just dreading going home?” he teased, his smirk playful.

I rolled my eyes but laughed. “I think I can survive a day with my dad. Thanks for your concern.”

Chris chuckled as he adjusted his grip on the wheel, glancing at me briefly. “Y/N loves her dad, we are gonna have trouble getting her back to school if anything.”

The car ride continued with casual conversation and the occasional joke from Chris that earned him a slap on the arm from Matt. Before long, Chris turned onto my street, and the familiar sight of my house came into view.

“All right, Y/N. Your home,” Chris announced, pulling into the driveway.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

Chris smiled. “Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” I grabbed my bag and hopped out, waving to both of them as they waited for me to get inside.

The house was quiet as I stepped inside, the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. My dad was sitting at the kitchen table, a mug in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Y/N!” he said, his face lighting up when he saw me. “You’re home.”

I grinned and dropped my bag by the door. “Hey, Dad.”

He stood and pulled me into a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, kiddo. How’s school treating you?”

“Pretty good,” I said as I sat down at the table. “Busy, but it’s going okay. How about you? How’s work?”

“Oh, same old, same old,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “But enough about that. Are you hungry? I was thinking of making breakfast.”

“Starving,” I admitted. “What’s on the menu?”

“Your favorite—pancakes,” he said with a proud grin.

“Perfect,” I said, my stomach already growling.

The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up. We cooked together in the kitchen, with my dad telling stories about his month while I mixed the dry ingredients and he buttered the pan. Breakfast was filled with laughter, and by the time we finished eating, I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks.

After cleaning up, we settled onto the couch to watch a movie, though I could barely keep my eyes open by the end of it. It was nice to be home, even for just a day, and to spend time with my dad.

At around 9 PM, headlights flashed through the living room window, signaling that Chris and Matt were back. I grabbed my bag and hugged my dad tightly.

“Thanks for today, Dad. I needed this.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Be safe, and don’t forget to call me once in a while, okay?”

“I will,” I promised before heading out the door.

Chris was waiting by the car, leaning casually against the passenger side. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Have a good day?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “It was nice being home.”

Matt rolled down the window from the passenger seat. “Hurry up, Y/N. I don’t want to be stuck in traffic because of you.”

Chris shook his head, smirking as he opened the back door for me. “Ignore him. He’s just mad because I made him wait in the car.”

I laughed as I climbed in. The ride back to school was quieter than the drive that morning, the three of us tired but content. Chris kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console, occasionally drumming his fingers to the music playing on the radio.

By the time we got back to campus, I was half-asleep, but Chris gently nudged my shoulder to wake me up. “We’re here,” he said softly.

“Okay,” I mumbled, grabbing my bag and giving him a small smile before heading inside and to my room where I then passed out shortly after my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through my window, nudging me awake. I stretched lazily, the lingering comfort of my bed tempting me to stay a bit longer, but I knew Charlie would be over soon. Today was game day for Matt and Chris.

I slipped out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to wake up. As I was pulling my hair into a loose ponytail, I heard a knock on the door.

“It’s open!” I called out, still fumbling with my hair tie.

The door creaked open, and Charlie’s cheerful voice filled the room. “Hellloooo!”

I turned to see her holding two iced coffees. “You’re a lifesaver,” I said, taking one from her.

“Obviously,” she teased, flopping onto my bed. “So, what’s the plan? Are we feeling like looking sexy or are we feeling more comfy?”

I took a sip of coffee, letting the caffeine work its magic. “Hmm, maybe somewhere in between? Like, cute but not trying too hard.”

Charlie grinned. “Perfect. Let’s get started.”

She pulled out her bag, revealing a small arsenal of makeup, hair tools, and accessories. We spent the next hour getting ready, trading outfits and hyping each other up. I settled on an oversized sweatshirt in my school’s colors and a pair of high-waisted jeans, paired with my favorite sneakers. Charlie opted for an oversized hockey jersey and leggings, completing her look with a beanie.

“Yea we look hot,” Charlie said, spinning in front of the mirror.

“Obviously,” I said, mimicking her tone from earlier.

She laughed and grabbed her phone. ��Let’s take pictures before we go.”

We posed for a few pictures, laughing at how stupid we looked in some of them.

The arena was buzzing with energy when we arrived, the stands filling quickly with students and families. Charlie and I found seats near the center, where we’d have a perfect view of the ice.

“Which one’s Chris again?” Charlie asked, squinting at the players warming up on the ice.

I pointed toward him. “Number 12. Matt’s 21.”

Charlie nodded approvingly. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

I rolled my eyes but laughed. “Eyes on the game, Charlie.”

Before the game started, as the players skated around warming up, Chris spotted us in the stands and grinned. He skated over to where Charlie and I were sitting and used his hand to wave me over, I walked down the stands and looked at Chris confused and then he leaned kissing the glass right where my face was. I burst into giggles, shaking my head.

“Ew, no way,” I said, pressing my hand against the glass instead, Chris laughed, tapping his stick against the glass in mock defeat before skating off to join his team. “He’s such a dork,” I said, to Charlie, walking back up to sit with her again.

The sound of skates cutting through the ice and pucks hitting sticks filled the air as the team wrapped up their warm-ups. Chris caught sight of me in the stands and gave a small wave, a lopsided grin on his face. I waved back, my cheeks heating slightly.

“He’s so into you,” Charlie said, nudging me with her elbow.

“Shut up,” I said, though I couldn’t hide my smile.

As the players lined up for the face-off, the energy in the arena reached its peak. The crowd erupted into cheers as the puck dropped, and the game was underway. Charlie and I joined in, shouting encouragement and clapping as the team made plays.

“They’re good,” Charlie said, impressed, as Chris stole the puck and passed it to Matt, who scored with a quick slapshot.

I couldn’t help but cheer loudly, my excitement spilling over. “Fuck yeah!”

Chris and Matt exchanged a quick fist bump on the ice, and I felt a strange sense of pride watching them play.

As the game continued, Charlie leaned over and whispered, “You know, I’m starting to think I might need to come to these more often.”

As Chris and Matt stood on the ice during a break in play, leaning on their sticks and chatting, I was busy laughing at something Charlie said. Suddenly, the vibe shifted. From the stands, Charlie and I watched as a player from the other team skated over, stopping just a few feet from Chris and Matt. His lips moved fast, and though we couldn’t hear what he said, the cocky smirk on his face was enough to make my stomach drop. Chris visibly tensed, his hands tightening around his stick as he took a step toward the guy. Matt, however, was quicker. He shoved Chris back slightly before dropping his gloves and lunging at the opposing player.

The crowd erupted as Matt and the guy started throwing punches, their teammates scrambling to break them up. “What the hell just happened?” Charlie asked, wide-eyed. I shook my head, just as confused. “No idea,” I muttered, my heart racing as I watched Matt land a punch to the guy’s jaw. Chris stood nearby, clearly furious but not intervening.

It wasn’t until Matt was pulled off the guy and escorted to the penalty box that I noticed Chris glaring at the other player, mouthing something angrily. It made me wonder what was said. I glanced at Charlie, who looked just as lost as I felt. “Why would Matt do that?” she asked, and I just shrugged, biting my lip nervously. Something told me we’d be hearing the reason later, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.

After the final buzzer sounded and the boys’ team secured their victory, Charlie and I made our way down to where the players were exiting the locker room. The energy was electric, with fans cheering and teammates slapping each other on the back, but I couldn’t ignore the lingering tension in Chris’s posture as he walked out with Matt. Matt was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek, and Chris’s jaw was tight as he scanned the crowd, clearly still irritated about whatever had gone down earlier.

As soon as Chris spotted me, his features softened a little. He broke away from the group, walking over and slinging an arm around my waist like he always did. “Hey, superstar,” I greeted with a small smile, though the unease in my chest hadn’t gone away. “What was that fight about?” I asked, searching his face.

Chris sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before looking at me. “You really want to know?”

“Of course I do,” I said firmly. “You and Matt don’t just start fights for no reason.”

Chris leaned against the wall, pulling me closer and lowering his voice. “That guy—the one Matt fought—he said some stuff during the game. About you.”

“About me?” My heart sank, and I suddenly felt a little violent.

“Yeah,” Chris muttered, his eyes darkening with anger. “He saw me kiss the glass before the game and figured out who you were. While Matt and I were talking, he skated over and said you had….” He paused, his jaw clenching.

“What?” I pressed, my voice barely a whisper.

“Community pussy,” Chris spat, his expression twisting in disgust. “Said he’d steal you from me just like my brother did.”

I stared at him, frozen for a moment as the words sank in. “Chris…”

“I was about to go after him, but Matt stepped in before I could,” Chris said, shaking his head. “Guess he wanted to handle it himself.”

I glanced over to where Matt was talking to some of his teammates, his bruised cheek a sharp reminder of the fight. My chest tightened as I turned back to Chris. “You didn’t have to fight for me,” I said softly, though part of me couldn’t help feeling a strange sense of gratitude that Matt and Chris had defended me.

Chris cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “No one gets to talk about you like that.”

I gave him a small smile, even as the weight of what happened still lingered. “Thank you,” I murmured, leaning into his touch.

“Always,” Chris said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “But next time, I’m not letting Matt beat me to it.”

As Chris and Charlie chatted a few feet away, I made my way over to Matt, who was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when I stopped in front of him, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Hey,” I said softly, giving him a small smile.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow like he was expecting me to bother him with something ridiculous.

“Just wanted to thank you for, you know, earlier.” I crossed my arms and shifted awkwardly. “With the fight and all that. It was…nice of you.”

Matt snorted, but there was the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. “Yeah, it’s whatever,”

“Still,” I said, holding his gaze, “thanks.”

He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, his eyes flicking back to his phone. “So, is that all, or…?”

“Actually,” I started, a bit hesitant. “There’s one more thing.”

Matt immediately narrowed his eyes on me. “What now?”

“Well,” I said, drawing out the word, “Charlie’s sleeping in your bed tonight, so you’re gonna have to crash in Chris’s dorm.”

He stared at me like I’d just suggested he move out permanently. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why can’t she sleep in Chris’s room?”

“Because,” I said firmly, “Chris and I already decided she’s taking your bed. And honestly, it’s not up for debate.”

Matt groaned, pushing off the wall in exasperation. “This is so stupid. Why can’t she just sleep on the floor or something?”

I gave him a look. “Seriously, Matt?”

He ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath, before finally sighing. “Fine. I’ll stay in Chris’s room. But—” he pointed at me—“only under one condition.”

“What?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“If someone’s sleeping in my bed, it better be you, not Charlie,” he said with a smirk, though his tone was half-serious.

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah, not happening.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Already did but whatever, I’ll deal. You owe me for this.”

“Owe you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. Big time,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “We’ll see about that. Thanks, Matt.”

He gave me a lazy salute as I turned to walk back toward Chris and Charlie, who were already looking at me with amused expressions.

The dorm room was dimly lit, and the eerie glow of the TV illuminated Charlie and me as we huddled under blankets. The horror movie was at its peak—a tense scene where the main character crept through a dark hallway, their flashlight flickering.

“Why do they always go towards the noise?” I muttered, gripping my blanket tighter.

“Right? Like, are they fucking stupid?” Charlie whispered back, her eyes glued to the screen.

Just as the music swelled, the dorm room door flew open with a bang, and both of us screamed, clutching each other.

“Seriously?” Matt’s voice rang out, followed by Chris’s laugh. They stood in the doorway, smirking like they had just pulled off the best prank in the world.

“Not funny!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at Chris, who dodged it with ease.

“Relax,” Chris teased, walking further into the room. “We came to save you two from traumatizing yourselves with this garbage.”

Matt leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You guys wanna ditch this and go for a late-night smoke?”

Charlie perked up immediately, tossing her blanket aside. “I’m in.”

I glanced at Chris, who shot me a grin. “Come on, Y/N. Fresh air, good company. You’ll love it.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Fine. But I’m holding you accountable if anything scary happens out there.”

“Deal,” Chris said with a wink.

Fifteen minutes later, we were piled into Matt’s car. He drove, while Chris sat in the passenger seat fiddling with a lighter. Charlie and I sat in the back, sharing a blanket we had brought along for the ride.

“Where are we even going?” Charlie asked as we cruised down the quiet streets.

“Somewhere chill,” Matt said, eyes on the road.

“Specific,” I said, earning a chuckle from Chris.

Eventually, Matt pulled into a vacant lot, the kind surrounded by trees that made it feel secluded. He parked the car, and Chris produced a small pre-roll from his pocket, lighting it up and taking the first puff before passing it to Matt.

“Ladies first,” Matt said, turning to hand it back to me.

We passed it around a few times, and soon the car was filled with low laughter and easy conversation.

“So, Charlie,” Chris said, turning around in his seat slightly to look at her. “Why are you hanging out with Y/N? She’s kind of a bitch.”

“Excuse me?” I shot back, pretending to be offended.

“She is a bitch, but that’s my bitch.” Charlie said, leaning her head on my shoulder dramatically.

Chris grinned. “Fair enough. But I call dibs if you ever get tired of her.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, shaking my head. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it,” Chris said, his voice dropping slightly, that familiar teasing tone making my stomach flutter.

“I tolerate it,” I shot back, though I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

“Sure you do,” Chris replied, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than necessary before turning back around.

Matt, who had been mostly quiet, suddenly spoke up. “So, Charlie, you’re friends with Y/N. Got any dirt on her?”

Charlie laughed, taking another puff before handing the joint back to Chris. “Oh, tons. But I’m loyal.”

“Lame,” Matt said, shaking his head.

Chris turned to me again, his eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light. “I’ll get it out of her eventually. I’m very persuasive.”

“Keep dreaming,” I said, rolling my eyes.

The conversation shifted after that, drifting into random topics: old childhood memories, favorite songs, and whether or not ghosts were real.

“Ghosts are totally real,” Charlie insisted, her voice slightly slurred from the weed.

“Right,” Matt said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“They are!” she said, shoving his arm. “Y/N agrees with me. Don’t you?”

“Uh…” I hesitated, laughing. “I mean, sure? Why not?”

“Exactly!” Charlie said triumphantly.

Chris leaned back in his seat, glancing at me again with his red tinted eyes.

Matt took the last puff before putting out the joint. “Alright, let’s head back.”

I laughed, leaning into Charlie as the car rumbled to life and we made our way back to campus.

When we got back to the dorm, Charlie stumbled out of the car, still giggling from our ridiculous conversations during the ride. Matt followed, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he’d let us all smoke that much.

As we shuffled into the building and headed upstairs, I turned to Matt. “Alright, you win. You can have your bed back tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? Where are you sleeping then?”

“I’ll crash in Chris’s room,” I said casually, ignoring the way Charlie smirked behind me.

“Good,” Matt said with mock seriousness. “Because if I walked in and found Charlie in my bed, it would’ve been a problem.”

Charlie rolled her eyes, flopping onto my bed. “Guess I’m stealing Y/N’s bed, then.”

“Works for me,” I said, already grabbing a few things I’d need for the night.

Matt gave me a pointed look. “You’re making a habit of this, you know.”

“Of what?”

“Running off to Chris’s room every chance you get.”

“Jealous?” I teased, earning an exaggerated eye roll from him.

“Not even a little,” he muttered, walking to his bed.

With my stuff in hand, I headed to Chris’s dorm. He was already waiting at the door, leaning against the frame with that boyish grin that made my heart race.

“Took you long enough,” he said, stepping aside to let me in.

Once inside, I quickly changed into one of his oversized t-shirts while Chris sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone. When I was ready, I climbed into bed beside him, lying on my side as he shifted to face me.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across his face.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Chris said, his voice low and sincere.

I felt my cheeks heat up. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

He chuckled, leaning closer until our faces were only inches apart. “I don’t say it enough.”

His lips brushed against mine, and before I knew it, we were kissing. It started slow and sweet, but it quickly deepened as his hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer.

I slid my hands into his hair, tugging lightly, which earned a low groan from him. His fingers skimmed along the hem of his t-shirt I was wearing, grazing the bare skin of my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest as the kiss grew more intense, both of us completely lost in the moment.

But just as things started to get a little too heated, Chris pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine.

“We should stop,” he murmured, his voice breathless.

I nodded, though it took everything in me not to pull him back to me. “Yeah, probably.”

He smiled, pressing one last soft kiss to my lips before lying back down, pulling me into his arms.

I curled up against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as my own finally calmed down.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my hair.

“Goodnight, Chris,” I replied, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of his embrace lull me to sleep.

The next morning, I left Chris’s room early. He had practice with Matt, which meant I needed to head back to my dorm anyway. As much as I loved waking up in Chris’s bed, I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved to have the dorm to myself for a bit. Or so I thought.

When I walked in, I found Charlie sprawled across Matt’s bed, scrolling through her phone with a smug little grin on her face.

“Morning, sunshine,” she said, looking up at me.

“Morning,” I replied, tossing my stuff onto my desk. “Matt at practice?”

“Yep,” she said nonchalantly, sitting up and tucking her legs underneath her.

I turned to look at her, something in her tone making me pause. “What’s up? You’re being weird.”

Charlie bit her lip, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “So… don’t get mad.”

My stomach dropped, only now noticing whose bed she was in. “What did you do?”

“Well…” She shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. “Last night, after you left, Matt came back.”

“Okay…?” I said slowly, though my chest was already tightening.

“And, um…” She hesitated before blurting it out. “We hooked up.”

For a moment, I just stared at her, trying to process what she’d said. “You what?”

“I mean, it just sort of happened,” she said quickly, as if that would make it better. “We were talking, and one thing led to another—”

“Are you serious, Charlie?” My voice rose, anger bubbling up in my chest. “You know I slept with Matt. You know how complicated everything’s been between us. And you thought that was okay?”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Oh, come on, Y/N. You’re with Chris now. You chose him. You can’t have both.”

“That’s not the point!” I snapped, feeling my blood boil. “It’s about respect! You’re my friend, and that’s breaking girl code. You don’t hook up with someone your friend has history with.”

Charlie scoffed, her face hardening. “History? You hooked up with Matt once and regretted it. And now you’re all over his brother. What, are they both supposed to stay off-limits forever? You don’t get to have it both ways.”

I glared at her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “This isn’t about wanting both of them. It’s about you, as my friend, not doing something so messed up behind my back.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t playing games with both of them, it wouldn’t be an issue,” she snapped back.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Charlie, the person who was supposed to have my back, was sitting here defending what she’d done like it was no big deal.

“You know what?” I said, my voice cold and trembling with anger. “I can’t deal with this right now. Fuck you. Get out.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might argue. But the rage in my expression must have convinced her otherwise because she scoffed, grabbed her stuff, and stormed toward the door.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she spat, stopping to glare at me. “Good luck keeping either of them.”

“Don’t come back,” I snapped, slamming the door shut behind her as she left. My chest was heaving, and my hands shook as I leaned against the door.

The silence in the room was deafening, but it didn’t bring me any comfort. My head was spinning, and the weight of everything was pressing down on me. I tried to distract myself, pacing the room and scrolling through my phone aimlessly, but nothing helped.

A couple of hours later, the door opened, and Matt walked in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder. He looked around, confused by the tense energy in the room.

“Where’s Charlie?” he asked, tossing his bag onto the floor.

“Gone,” I said flatly, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion “Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“I kicked her out,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “After she told me about the two of you hooking up.”

His eyes widened, and he let out a frustrated groan. “Are you serious right now? You’re mad about that?”

“Of course I’m mad!” I yelled, my voice rising with every word. “You hooked up with my friend, Matt! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”

Matt threw his hands up in exasperation. “You’re with Chris! What does it matter what I do? You don’t get to act all territorial when you chose him!”

“That’s not the point, Matt!” I screamed, stepping closer to him. “It’s about respect! You knew what this would do to me, and you did it anyway!”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t been stringing us both along, it wouldn’t have happened!” he shot back, his voice just as loud as mine now.

“Stringing you along?” I repeated, incredulous. “You’re the one who called me a mistake, Matt! You’re the one who made me feel like I wasn’t worth your time!”

Matt’s face twisted in anger, but there was something else there, too—something almost vulnerable. “If you felt this way, you should’ve chosen me over Chris,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly.

I stared at him, my whole body trembling with a mix of fury and heartbreak. “I couldn’t choose you, Matt!” I screamed. “You told me I was a mistake! You made that choice for me!”

For a moment, the room was completely silent, both of us breathing heavily as we stared each other down. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall.

“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice breaking. Grabbing my keys from the desk, I stormed past him and out the door.

“Y/N, wait—” Matt called after me, but I didn’t stop. I needed to get out of there, to clear my head before I said something I couldn’t take back.

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[slut4chriss]

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pairing: chris sturniolo x virgin fem!reader.

summary: you and chris are best friends but what happens when you guys play 21 questions and he finds out you’re a virgin?

warnings: high school chris au, smut, softdom!chris, p in v, little fingering, aftercare, use of y/n, use of petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, baby, etc.)

a/n: orange text = chris speaking, pink text = y/n speaking. sorry if this is bad, it’s my first time writing. please give me tips :). proofread

word count: 1,438

you and chris sit on his bed, playing “life”. after the first 20 minutes you were both bored. chris had been thinking for a while and finally came up with an idea. “let’s play 21 question!” he says enthusiastically. you nod, “you go first.”

he thinks for a minute then finally comes up with a question. “what was your worst sex experience?” he asks innocently. your stomach starts feeling queasy and you look down at your feet. how are you supposed to tell your best friend you’re a virgin?! you may only be 17 but in somerville high school, 17 was way too late to lose your virginity. he notices something’s wrong and he looks at you puzzled. “what’s wrong, y/n? i’m sorry if that was too personal,” he looks genuinely apologetic and it makes you feel bad.

you shake your head and look back into his eyes, your face flush, “i- i’m a virgin.” his eyes widen slight and he grabs your hand. “you mean you’ve never done anything?” your stomach does a flip as he grabs your hand and you shake your head with shame. he squeeze your hand and speaks softly, “let me teach you.” your eyes widen, “w- what?” he nods. “i’ll be gentle, just let me teach you, okay?” you swallow harshly and nod. “o- okay.” he scoots closer to you, hovering over you and gently pressing his lips to yours. you guys share a gently, emotion filled kiss. after a few seconds he pulls away with a smile.

“im gonna get nick and matt out of the house, okay? i’m gonna make this experience perfect for you.” you nod and he walks to the door.

he sees nick and matt sitting on the couch and he smiles, sitting beside them. “hey guys. y/n isn’t feeling too well and was wondering if you guys could run to cvs to get her some medicine? the medicine is only in the cvs 30 minutes from here though. i’m sorry.” nick nods and looks at matt who also nods. “what medicine does she need?” matt asks. “could you just get her some dayquil and nyquil, please?” chris smiles softly and matt nods. matt and nick leave and once chris hears the car pull out of the drive way he walks back into his room, where you’re waiting for him.

he walks back over to his bed, sitting next to you. “i want you to come sit in my lap, okay?” you nod, getting up and sitting in his lap, facing him. “good girl. now, close your eyes.” you feel butterflies as he calls you a good girl. you do as he says, closing your eyes. he lift your chin slightly and kisses you passionately. his hands rome all over your body, caressing your sides and hip bone.

he pulls away from the kiss, wiping the excess saliva off your lip. “lay down, sweet girl. i need to stretch you out a little bit.” you nod and lay down, spreading your legs slightly. chris kisses your neck softly and you let out little whimpers. you feel the heat growing between your legs and you need chris, now. he kisses down your chest and to the waistband of your sweatpants. “can i take these off, sweetheart?” he asked politely but you could hear the lust in his voice. you nod, “please.” he slowly removes your sweatpants, he sees the wetness of your panties and he smirks.

he runs his fingers over your wet panties, “this all for me?” you whimper and nod, “y- yes, all for you.” he smirks more and dips his fingers into your panties. “let me remove these?” you nod. “words, baby, use your words,” he says a bit more sternly. you gulp, “you can remove them. please remove them.” he removes your panties in one swift motion. “such a pretty pussy. all for me, hm?” you whimper as he starts running his fingers through your wet folds. “a- all for you,” you choke out behind a moan.

he licks his fingers and sticks them inside your throbbing cunt. you moan loudly and he starts stretching you out. this only makes you moan louder. he smirks and curls his fingers up, hitting that spongy spot. you jolt forward and whimper, “c- chris.. please.” he looks up into your eyes’ “hm? what do you want, sweet girl?” you look down at him and choke out, “p- please.. fuck me.” he kisses your hip bone softly, removing his fingers.

he starts to unzip his jeans and take off his boxers all in one go. his huge, hard cock springs out, hitting his stomach. your eyes widen, “t- that’s not gonna fit, chris.” he puts his finger over your mouth to shush you, “shh, baby, we’ll make it fit.” you gulp and nod.

he grabs your hands and lines himself up with your entrance. “squeeze my hands if it hurts, okay? and if you need me to stop tell me and i will. we’re gonna start with only the tip.” he starts putting his tip in you and you wince slightly. “there you go baby, you took the tip. good girl.” you feel a little sweat drip down your face, a small smile forming as he praises you. “i did it.” he nod and smiles, “you did, now let’s try half, okay?” you nod, “okay.”

he start pushing more in, he gets half way and it’s starting to really hurt, he can tell my your face. “you’re doing good, baby. that’s half way, you’re almost there!” you wince, “only half? it hurts” he sighs and nods, “i know, baby, just breath.” he smile and bring you into a passionate kiss. you guys are kissing so passionately that you didn’t even notice he bottomed out as you kissed. he pulls away with a stupid smirk, you look at him confused. “what?” “i bottomed out and you didn’t even know.” you gasp and look down between you two, you see him completely buried inside you. “i did it!” he smiles “you did it! good job, my love.” he kisses your forehead softly.

“tell me when you’re ready for me to move okay?” you nod. after a minute you’re ready. “i’m ready, please move.” he grabs both your hands and starts slowly thrusting into you. you moan softly and he hovers over you, whispering praises into your ear. “look at my good girl. taking me like a champ!”

you moan a bit louder, “f- faster.. please” he smirks and start thrusting a bit faster into you. his tip kissing your g spot with every thrust. you whimper and nod “y- yes! right there.” he thrusts a bit faster and you feel a familiar knot in your stomach. you’re embarrassed that you can’t last too long but it doesn’t bother chris, considering he can’t either because of how tight you are.

he starts thrusting a bit faster and you moan louder, “i- i’m so close.” he groans and nods, “i know, baby, i am too. hold on for one more second, okay? i want you to cum with me.” you nod and he groans loudly, “cum for me, sweetheart.” and just like that, you moan loudly and cum all over his cock. he groans and follows shortly behind you, cumming in your pussy.

he plops down next to you, slowly pulling out. you wince slightly and he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “you did so amazing, sweetheart. i’m beyond proud of you.” my face flushes. he’s proud of me? god, he makes my heart skip beats. “t- thanks you for everything.” he nods and smiles, “don’t thank me. now, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” you nod, “okay.”

he gets up, walking to the bathroom and wetting a wash cloth with warm water. he come back and cleans your thighs and a bit of the cum spilling out of you. he kisses your thigh softly then throws the wash cloth in the hamper. he grabs you a pair of his sweatpants and one his hoodies. he helps it on you then pulls you on his chest to rest.

“tomorrow we’re gonna go get you a plan b, okay? and i’m paying.” your face flushes softly and you nod. “thank you.” he chuckles and rubs your back, “don’t thank me, that’s the least i could do. now, close your eyes and rest. i’m right here, baby.” you nod and close your eyes.

“goodnight, chris. i love you.” he smiles and closes his eyes as well. “goodnight, sweetheart. i love you too.”

you both fall asleep peacefully. you feel so safe and loved in his arms.

a/n: hope yall liked it! this is my first fic so im sorry if its bad. have a good day! <33

[gilbertscurls]

Classroom Competition ➵ Matt Sturniolo

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synopsis: two rival English teachers, you and Matt, challenge each other to an end-of-year competition to see whose class will come out on top.

You stood at the front of your classroom, flipping through the stack of essays your students had turned in earlier that week. The air was thick with the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and the quiet hum of focused minds. Your students were finishing a timed writing exercise, and you could already tell from the intensity in their eyes that they were giving it their all.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Your class was doing great this semester. They were engaged, improving their writing skills daily, and, most importantly, they were enjoying the material. You had spent weeks perfecting your lesson plans, making sure they were creative and challenging. But in the back of your mind, there was always one nagging thought.

Matthew.

Your fellow English teacher—and academic rival.

Victoria had been teaching at Somerville High for two years now, and ever since you and Matt had both started in the same semester, a silent, unspoken competition had brewed between you. You both taught sophomore English, and though you never directly confronted each other about it, there was a clear rivalry between you to see who could get the highest test scores, who could make reading Shakespeare fun, and who could inspire their students the most.

It wasn’t that Matt was a bad teacher. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was too good. Charismatic, engaging, and with an ability to make even the most mundane literature seem exciting, he was loved by students and teachers alike. His reputation for getting the highest standardized test scores among his classes wasn’t lost on you either.

But you weren’t about to let him overshadow you.

The bell rang, and your students handed in their essays on the way out. You were just gathering your things when the door to your classroom swung open. Speak of the devil.

“Y/N,” Matt greeted you with a casual smirk, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You busy?”

You looked up, narrowing your eyes. “What do you want, Matt?”

“I just thought I’d swing by and see how your class is doing,” he said, his voice smooth. “You know, make sure everything’s running smoothly on this side of the English department.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the stack of essays. “My class is doing just fine, thank you.”

“Of course they are,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. He glanced around, taking in your meticulously organized classroom. “I’m sure you’re drilling those essays into them like always.”

You bristled at the jab but kept your tone light. “Maybe, but at least my students know how to structure an argument properly. I’ve heard yours are still struggling with thesis statements.”

Matt chuckled, clearly not offended. “Oh, they’ve got it down. But I prefer to focus on more… Creative approaches to writing. You know, things that get students to think outside the box.”

“Right,” you said, leaning back against your desk. “And that’s why your students are always scrambling the day before exams, right?”

He shot you a look, but his smile never wavered. “Hey, it works for them.”

You had this same back-and-forth at least once a week. It wasn’t mean-spirited, but there was definitely an underlying tension in your conversations. And today, you were determined to win this round.

“Speaking of exams,” you said casually, “did you see the test scores from last week’s assessment?”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “I did. Pretty solid across the board. How about yours?”

You grinned. “Best in the department.”

For the first time, Matt’s smirk faltered just slightly, and it was all the satisfaction you needed.

“Congrats,” he said, a little less cocky now. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game.”

“Guess so,” you said sweetly.

He crossed his arms, clearly not ready to back down entirely. “Well, if we’re being competitive, how about we up the stakes?”

You eyed him warily. “What kind of stakes?”

“An end-of-year competition,” he suggested, leaning against one of the student desks. “Your class versus mine. Whoever gets the highest overall grade average wins.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly does the winner get?”

Matt thought for a moment, then his grin returned. “Bragging rights. For the whole summer. And…” he paused for dramatic effect, “the loser has to buy the winner coffee every morning for a week.”

You crossed your arms, biting your lip as you considered the offer. It was a ridiculous bet, but there was something thrilling about it. And if you were being honest with yourself, you liked the competition with Matt. It kept you on your toes, made you push yourself harder. Plus, the thought of beating him, once and for all, was too tempting to resist.

“Deal,” you said, stepping forward and offering your hand.

Matt’s smile widened as he took it. “Deal.”

The rest of the semester flew by, and true to your word, both you and Matt ramped up your efforts to make your classes the best they could be. You spent countless hours refining your lesson plans, coming up with creative writing prompts, and working one-on-one with students who needed extra help. You weren’t just teaching to win the bet—you genuinely cared about your students’ success—but knowing that you had a competition with Matt made you push even harder.

On the other side of the hallway, Matt was doing the same. He organized debate competitions, hosted creative writing workshops, and even incorporated poetry slams into his curriculum. His students adored him, and he had a way of making literature come alive in a way that was different from your more structured approach.

By the time the end of the year rolled around, both teachers were anxiously awaiting the results. Final grades were submitted, and the last week of classes was a blur of goodbyes and final projects.

You were standing in the teacher’s lounge, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for the principal to post the final grade averages. Matt stood beside you, leaning casually against the wall, looking far too relaxed for your liking.

“Nervous?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“Not at all,” you lied, crossing your arms. “Just ready to win.”

Matt chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

The principal finally walked in, holding the final grade reports. She posted the averages for each class on the board, and you felt your heart race as you scanned the numbers. Your class had done incredibly well, but so had Matt’s.

It was close. Really close.

In the end, Matt’s class edged yours out by a mere half a percentage point.

You let out a frustrated sigh, crossing your arms as Matt grinned triumphantly beside you.

“Looks like I’ll be expecting that coffee next week,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

Matt chuckled, stepping closer, his voice softening just a little. “You know, this whole rivalry thing—it’s fun.”

You glanced up at him, your heart doing an unexpected little flip. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, you stood there, the usual tension between you shifting into something else—something that felt less like competition and more like connection.

“So, what’s next?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Matt grinned. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

And as you walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if this competition of yours was just beginning—only now, the stakes felt a little higher.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

Introducing…

Ex!BSF/BF!Matt x Reader

Warnings/Contents: fluff, mentions of characters being hurt – physically, mentally, & emotionally, internet trolls, break up, ANGST !

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How It All Started

Reader and the triplets all grew up together in Somerville, Massachusetts – going to the same school and everything.

One day while at recess, little kindergartner Reader was simply swinging on the playground's swing, minding her own business.

Meanwhile, the triplets were kicking and passing around a soccer ball – their mom had wanted to sign them up for soccer that evening.

All of a sudden, Nick made a bad pass to Chris. The ball went flying – straight into the back of Reader's head.

She looked around the playground, trying to find the reason for her now throbbing head. She picked up the ball and marched over to them, angrily ready to tell them off.

Her anger faltered, confusion glazed over her expression just slightly. It appeared as if she were seeing triple. Three same faced, slightly freckled dirty-blonde boys stood in a row, eyeing her sheepishly.

She tossed the ball onto the ground as she spoke sassily, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?” One of the boys at the end spoke up, "It was an accident, we swear!"

She had rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest with her foot, tapping the mulch angrily. “Well, I expect an apology because that hurt!” Her eyes had drifted towards the boy standing in the middle.

His eyes stared back at her with this look of intensity in them that caused her stomach to churn with butterflies. "I'm sorry about that. Our brother, Nick, isn't very athletic like Chris and I,” the boy had said, pointing to his brother on one side, then at his other before holding his hand out for her to shake.

"I'm Matt, by the way. And yes, before you ask, we are triplets,” she couldn't help but laugh at his words. She was sure they were constantly getting asked that.

She took his hand in hers, shaking up and down once before quickly letting go. His hand was warm, presumably from working up a sweat playing soccer. Hers were clammy too from gripping the handles of the swing. “Wanna play with us?” Nick had offered.

She quickly agreed, kicking and passing the ball around with the three brothers. From then on, the four of them remained close. Like a tight-knit group of friends.

How They Got Together

Throughout elementary and middle school, they all remained good friends. That was until around sixth or seventh grade, when Reader caught feelings for Matt.

Sure, he was attractive and pretty to the eyes, but that wasn't what drew her near to him. It was the kindness of his heart. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about one of his interests. It was his smile. The one that made her heart absolutely melt anytime she saw it.

She always kept her feelings to herself. Not wanting to ruin the friendship between her and him. Or even mess up the dynamic between her and his brothers.

But anyone could see it. The way she stared at him, like he was the only person in the room. Even if it was crowded, her eyes always looked for him.

When freshman year of high school started for the four of them, that's when it all changed. Matt had finally noticed her – in more than a friendly way.

It was soccer season again. Matt and Chris never dropped the sport they grew to love in kindergarten. Nick and Reader did though. They were in the photography club together. The only two.

Because Nick was Chris and Matt's triplet, he had to go to their games anyway. So he thought, 'why not take photos of the team for the school's yearbook?'

Of course, being the only other person in the club, as well as being best friends with the boys, Reader had decided to tag along to assist with the photos.

The rain was pouring down hard during a particularly close match. Matt was a striker along with Chris. He was about to score, a good strong pass from a midfielder aiming straight towards him.

Until he slipped. He ended up landing oddly on his ankle. Reader ran onto the field, ignoring the protests of the people around her or the way that the rain was beating down onto her skin. All she cared about was making sure Matt was okay.

When she got to him, he was lying on the ground, groaning out in pain. She dropped to her knees, gently placing his head in her lap. She held his cheeks as she looked down at him with worry.

Matt smiled up at her, his eyes glossing over with unshed tears. Reader couldn't tell though. It was raining too harshly. His hand weakly reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, staring into her eyes lovingly.

That's when it happened. Matt had leaned up, connecting their lips in a soft, tender kiss. He tried putting all his emotions into it. Reader was shocked at first, and did not kiss him back. His confidence faltered – 'had I been reading this wrong the entire time?' – so he tried pulling away.

Only to be met with her lips right back on his. Her pent-up emotions – the frustration of having to hold back how she truly felt for so long, the love and desire to be his, the longing of wanting, needing to be his, all of it – seeped into the second kiss they shared.

When they pulled away, they were breathless and smiling. MaryLou and Jimmy had rushed onto the field with Nick following closely behind. Chris was too busy goofing off with his teammates, telling them all about how he just knew Matt and Reader would be together.

Where It All Went Wrong

When the triplets had started their group socials, Reader had created her own. About the same time that the boys were going viral, so was Reader. They were featured on each other's platforms quite often in the early parts of their careers.

They each told the viewers from the beginning – Matt and Reader were together. They loved each other dearly.

When the boys moved to LA, so did Reader. Matt and his brothers bought their house and had a manager oversee everything, while Reader maintained her things by herself.

Reader had an apartment not far from the Sturniolo's new home. A five-minute drive – if that. It was within walking distance. Which Matt and Reader both enjoyed and took full advantage of.

The first few months with the four of them in Los Angeles were going well. They were thriving, living their life exactly how they had always dreamed.

Until, five months into their new lives in LA, things went downhill. Fast. Madi, their manager's daughter, had started to receive extreme hate from the triplet's fanbase. As was Reader.

Reader couldn't take it anymore. So she broke up with him. She broke up with Matt, much in the same way she got together with him.

It was a rainy day out, the sky a dark, sad, shade of gray that fit the mood of the Sturniolo Triplet's home quite well. Reader had told Matt that she couldn't – wouldn't – handle all of this negativity from his fans any longer.

Matt's reaction was heartbreaking. He was upset, and understandably so. The love of his life wanted to walk away. Wanted to call it quits. He couldn't deal. His eyes showed the pain he was feeling. The way he was hurting.

As Reader walked out the door for the last time, Matt broke down. She didn't spare him a final glance like he'd hoped. She was done. Done with the relentless hate that she was receiving, simply for loving and being Matt's partner.

They were both broken. Both hurt. Every social media post, every video felt empty without the other by their side. Not only had Reader and Matt lost each other romantically, they had also lost each other in a friendly way too.

Reader didn't even talk to Nick or Chris anymore either. All communication, all ties leading to the triplets, had been cut off. Permanently.

What Are They Doing Now?

It's been three months. Three painful months of not having the other by their side. Three excruciating months of having to act like they are fine. Like their worlds weren't crumbling to the ground. Neither Matt nor Reader was okay.

They tried to hide it. Tried to pretend that they were fine. That there was no hurt. That there was no anguish. But that's a lie. Not only are they lying to themselves, but they are lying to those around them as well.

Reader and Matt made other friends in LA. Other influencers and people besides each other. Reader had these other friends besides the Sturniolo's. But it wasn't the same. The connection wasn't the same.

Reader missed Nick's sass. Reader missed the way he wouldn't be afraid to call someone out about something, no matter what the situation may have been. Reader missed the way they were able to tell each other anything. Like how in high school, Reader was one of the first people Nick came out to – even before his own brothers.

Reader missed Chris's goofy personality. Reader missed the way he was always able to make her laugh, no matter what the situation may have been. Reader missed the fact that he was the first person to support the relationship between her and Matt. Like the time Matt took Reader to New York just a month before they broke up. It was just the two of them. Chris immediately supported the idea.

Most of all, though, Reader missed Matt. Reader missed everything about Matt. From the way that his hair fell into his eyes when it needed to be cut to the way that he drank his coffee. She missed it all. Everything. Every detail, big and small. She missed it. She missed him.

The boys had missed her too, but it was Matt who sat up in his room at late hours of the night. Wondering where he went wrong. Wondering what he could've done differently to make her stay. Wondering who exactly was to blame for their separation. Wondering when these intense feelings of hurt and pain would end. Wondering why the world – specifically the Internet – had to be so cruel to push away the love of his life. Wondering how he could possibly fix it, possibly erase the damage.

It was frustrating. Watching the other pretend on a screen for their millions of fans watching. Watching the other pretend that everything was fine. Watching but not talking. Watching but not touching. Watching but not holding. It was frustrating.

There was no going back. Not attempting to make up for the lost time from the past three months. The days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds – all this time that had passed. None of it would be taken back. None of the wreckage – from their hearts, their minds, or even their souls – would ever be mended.

People could tell. People could see. People could notice. People were aware of just how miserable Reader and Matt truly were. But neither ever said a word. Neither ever told anyone how they were truly feeling inside. Inside their minds. Inside their hearts. Inside their souls.

[coochiequeens]

"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville. She resorted to those measures because her husband, Ernest Hemingway, tried to take over her journalist career.

This Saturday, June 6, will be the 76th anniversary of D-Day, the battle that would come to represent the beginning of the end of World War II. 

There was just one woman, a war correspondent, on the beaches at Normandy that day the allied forces liberated Western Europe from Nazi Germany: the singular Martha Gellhorn. Author Janet Somerville traces Gellhorn’s extraordinary life in her book Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War.

"Since 1937, Martha had been a war correspondent for Collier’s magazine. She knew about the Allied invasion, that there was a plan to cover the Allied invasion of Normandy, and she was determined to cover that," Somerville said. 

The problem was, her very famous husband at the time, Ernest Hemingway, pulled the rug out from under her professionally.

"Hemingway had gone to New York, introduced himself to her editor at Collier’s and said ‘I’ll be your war correspondent.’ And he took her accreditation papers. Which was a bit of a problem," said Somerville.

Each publication could send just one correspondent. But Gellhorn was resourceful and clever. She found herself passage on a munitions ship from New York that would get her to Europe. She was the only woman and the only civilian aboard that ship, which landed in Liverpool. Then, she just needed to get to Normandy.

"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville.

Once on board the hospital ship, Gellhorn locked herself into a bathroom until they sailed. When the ship docked in Normandy, she waded ashore through waist-deep water with some of the medical officers.

"She became the only woman and the only war correspondent to be actually on the beaches at Normandy, evacuating the wounded."

Though she was there as a journalist to write about the event, she couldn’t help but tend to the wounded soldiers. She had an uncanny ability, Somerville says, to focus on what needed to be done. So when she saw that the wounded were hungry and thirsty, she set to work.

"She just took it in her stride and found somebody who could bring teapots to tip into their mouths,if they couldn't hold a glass. She just took charge and made sure that they got something," Somerville said.

She also managed to be one of many correspondents who wrote about D Day.

"The incredible thing about D-Day is that accredited correspondents produced 700,000 words of text, just about D-Day," Somerville said. "Martha was one of them. She had a piece called 'Over and Back' that Collier’s published."

Gellhorn went on to report into her old age, from all corners of the globe. She filed her last piece, about the murdered street children of Salvador, Brazil, more than 50 years after D-Day, when she was 87 years old.

Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War, 1930-1949 by Janet Somerville is available at the link above, or wherever you buy your books.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

LACROSSE matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. i love lacrosse and boys playing lacrosse and i love boys

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. matty b wins lacrosse !! whoo !!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

with seven seconds left on the clock, everyone was on the edge of their seats. somerville beating hingham by one point, and the last thing they want is for the game to get tied and they're led into overtime.

you frowned when you switch your eyes from chris, to matt. who stands at the net with visible fatigue washed over his body. his legs and shins were black and blue from bruises, and he was ready to end the game and go home.

the ball is now at the hands of hingham, and you can't keep you're breath from hitching. you knew that if matt was done, you'd at least want him done with the knowledge that his team won.

nick shot up from his seat from beside you, his hands on his head. neither of you were really into sports, but in the case of matt and chris, you could call yourself angry dads. every game is like the super bowl for the two of you.

you can't help but stand up too when the ball makes its way closer to where matt stands. "shit," you mutter. "c'mon."

its too quick for you to process when the ball is flung at matt, and he catches it. blocking it from ever entering the net. and just then, the buzzer goes off.

nick jumps excitedly and goes into hug you, but you immediately run from the stands. but nick follows you regardless of his missing hug. but splits off to chris knowing you were heading to matt.

the second matt spots you he bites down on his lip to hide a growing smile. he drops his stick and opens his arms. you're quick to jump up to matt, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping the sides of his face.

you press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and congratulating him. "I knew you could do it, baby." you smile, kissing him again, "im so proud of you."

he sets you back on the ground, putting his hands on your hips, and you connect yours behind his neck. "i love you." he smiles.

"i love you," you lean back in for a less rushed kiss.

seeing the rest of the team running over to matt, you drop your hands and smile at him before meeting back with nick.

the sight of the team huddling around matt, and handing him the trophy to hold in the air, warms your heart. you want nothing else in the world, other than the fact that matt is happy.

"now are we gonna hug?" nick says, amusedly rolling his eyes from beside you.

a small laugh breaches your throat as you embrace nick in a hug. "sorry, i was just so excited."

he shares the laugh before pulling away and looking back to his brothers.

once matt and chris are able to escape the team, they make their way over to where you stand with nick.

matt snakes an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "coach is taking us out to dinner. i'd want you to come too but i don't want you to have to pay for yourself."

you giggle, "that's what my amazing boyfriend is for! he buys me food."

he smiles before pressing another kiss to your lips.

[rorylovesmatt]

All too well - Matthew sturniolo

summary - Aurora and matt have been friends for forever but one day matt introduces a new girl he’d met

warnings: slight arguing, really really bad and rushed ending

word count: 756

a/n: this is my first time writing so sorry if it sucks

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Aurora and Matt had been inseparable since they were toddlers. Growing up in somerville, they had shared countless adventures, from exploring the woods together to sneaking out during midnight for late night walks. They knew each other’s deepest darkest secrets, fears, and dreams, and it seemed nothing could ever come between them, they were basically attached at the hip.

Their friendship continued to blossom through high school. Aurora was the artistic one, with a passion for painting and writing, while Matt was the more adventurous type, always up for a walk in the woods. Together, they balanced each other perfectly, making their bond unbreakable.

One crisp autumn afternoon, as the leaves turned shades of red and gold, Matt called Aurora with excitement in his voice. He had met someone new, a girl named Madison, and he wanted Aurora to meet her. He was never the extroverted type so making a new friend was very rare for him. Aurora felt a strange twist in her stomach but brushed it off, telling herself she was just being protective.

When they met at the local coffee shop Aurora and Matt would spend most of their time in to study, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful Madison was. She was everything Aurora wasnt. She had an easy smile and a contagious laugh, and it was clear that Matt was smitten. As they sat and chatted, Aurora tried to be her usual friendly self, but there was an undercurrent of unease she couldn't quite shake.

One Saturday, Aurora decided to visit a certain spot in the woods, a place that held so many memories for her and Matt. As she approached the tree that they would always sit at, she spotted a certain brunette. Her heart dropped when she noticed Madison sitting next to him, giggling at a joke Matt said. The same joke he would always say whenever Aurora was sad.

she felt a lump in her throat and turned to leave, but Matt spotted her. He waved her over, but she shook her head, mouthing that she was just passing by. She walked away quickly, tears stinging her eyes. She felt like she was losing her best friend, and she didn't know what to do about it.

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between Aurora and Matt grew. She tried to keep herself busy with new art projects that were due the following week, but her thoughts were full of what Matt could be doing. Was he with Madison doing the same things they used to do, or was he finally by himself. One evening, she found herself sitting at the same tree she found Matt and Madison at the previous week, lost in her thoughts. The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thinking and she looked up to see matt approaching.

"Hey” he said softly, sitting down beside her.

"Hey" she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"I've missed you," he said after a long pause. "It's not the same without you"

Aurora sighed. "You’re the one blowing me off for Madison"

Matt looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion. "I’ve never once blown you off to hangout with Madison you just never text or call anymore”

Aurora turned to look at him, her sadness slowly turning into anger. "I don’t bother calling or texting cause i know you’re with Madison. You’re always around her and you never have time for me anymore”

Matt shook his head. "god aurora you’re acting like you can’t function without me, you wouldn’t feel this way if you weren’t so god damn lonely and maybe tried making new friends for once in your life”

Aurora was flabbergasted, tears beginning to fill her waterline. "are you being serious right now matt? i can function without you the thing that’s just pissing me off is the fact that your showing her all of our spots and doing the same shit we used to do. if you’re gonna replace me at least be original”

Matt scoffed as he turned to look at the trees in front of him. “look i don’t want to argue with you right now but you need to understand that i can have other friends that aren’t you”

“i know that.. i just want you to stop ignoring me” Aurora let a couple of tears slip catching Matt’s attention. “come on aurora don’t cry” he dried her face with the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled her into a hug. a comfortable silence took over, Auroras sniffles occasionally being heard until she calmed down.

tags: @mattscoquette

[viir-tanadhal]

Pet Shop Boys' song picks for various radio interviews for Nonetheless

BBC Radio 2 with Jo Whiley (April 25, 2024)

Chris

Black Beauty theme (childhood song)

Bedsitter by Soft Cell

Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now by McFadden & Whitehead (death song)

Neil

The Young Ones by Cliff Richard and the Shadows (childhood song)

Bedsitter by Soft Cell

Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis by Ralph Vaughan Williams (death song)

BBC Radio 6 with Lauren Laverne (April 26, 2024)

Chris

Was That All It Was by Jean Carn

This Time Baby by Jackie Moore

Native New Yorker by Odyssey

Last Night A DJ Saved My Life by InDeep

Neil

Borderline by Madonna

I Want You by Marvin Gaye

Born Slippy by Underworld

Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Greatest Hits Radio with Jackie Brambles (April 28, 2024)

Chris

Baby Love by The Supremes

For Once in My Life by Glen Campbell

Rhythm is a Dancer by Snap!

Neil

Girl Don't Come by Sandie Shaw

Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Unfinished Sympathy by Massive Attack

BBC Radio 3 with Jess Gillam (June 8, 2024)

Neil

Ich Habe Genung (Cantata No 82) by J.S. Bach

Générique by Miles Davis

Symphonia Virginum: O Dulcissime Amator by Hildegard von Bingen

September Song by Kurt Weill; sung by Lotte Lenya

Tracks of My Years with Vernon Kay (June 9, 2024)

Chris

Stop! In the Name of Love by The Supremes

Fame by Irene Cara

Never Give You Up by Sharon Redd

Let Me Love You For Tonight by Kariya

A Love So Beautiful by Roy Orbison

Neil

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles

Papa Was A Rollin' Stone by The Temptations

Do Anything You Wanna Do by Eddie and the Hot Rods

This Is Not America by David Bowie

Unfinished Sympathy by Massive Attack

Artists in Residence - Queer (Nov. 11, 2024)

Homosexuality by Modern Rocketry

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat

Walk On The Wild Side by Lou Reed

I Was Born This Way by Carl Bean

Dizzy by Olly Alexander

Shoot Your Shot by Divine

Menergy by Patrick Cowley

Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen

Never Give You Up by Sharon Redd

Hideous by Oliver Sim (ft. Jimmy Somerville)

In the Evening by Sheryl Lee Ralph

If Love Were All by Judy Garland

Artists in Residence - Producers (Nov. 12, 2024)

I'm So Hot For You by Bobby O

Hey DJ by Worlds Famous Supreme Team (Stephen Hague)

Slave To The Rhythm by Grace Jones (Trevor Horn)

I Like You (Shep Pettibone Mix) by Phyllis Nelson (Shep Pettibone)

Point of No Return by Exposé (Lewis Martineé)

Axel F by Harold Faltermeyer

Hold That Sucker Down - Builds Like a Skyscraper Mix by OT Quartet (Rollo)

Balcony Scene from Romeo + Juliet by Craig Armstrong

So Hard - D Morales Red Zone Mix by Pet Shop Boys (David Morales)

The Loving Kind by Girls Aloud (Xenomania)

Say You Will by Kanye West (Andrew Dawson)

It's Automatic by Zoot Woman (Stuart Price)

The Meeting Place by The Last Shadow Puppets (James Ford)

Artists in Residence - Miserablism (Nov. 13, 2024)

Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You by Stevie Nicks

One Day I'll Fly Away by Randy Crawford

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths

Baltimore by Nina Simone

Alfie by Cilla Black

Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime by The Korgis

Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinéad O'Connor

Parlez-moi de Lui by Françoise Hardy

By The Time I Get To Phoenix by Glen Campbell

Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology) by Marvin Gaye

I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore by Dusty Springfield

I'm Not In Love by 10cc

Let's Stay Together by Tina Turner

I Can't Give Everything Away by David Bowie

Artists in Residence - Remixes (Nov. 14, 2024)

Girls & Boys (Pet Shop Boys Remix) by Blur

Young Offender - Jam and Spoon Trip-O-Matic Fairytale Mix by Pet Shop Boys

Hallo Spaceboy (Pet Shop Boys Remix) by David Bowie

Flamboyant (Michael Mayer Kompakt Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Insanely Alive (Pet Shop Boys Radio Edit) by Wolfgang Tillmans

Miserablism (Moby Electro Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Queen of Ice (Pet Shop Boys 7" Mix) by Claptone

I Don't Know What You Want But I Can't Give It Anymore (Peter Rauhoffer's Roxy Anthem Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

Think Of A Number (Pet Shop Boys Magic Eye 12" Remix) by Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

Can You Forgive Her? (M.K. Remix) by Pet Shop Boys

Love Comes Quickly (Shep Pettibone Mastermix) by Pet Shop Boys

Dancing Star (Solomun Remix) by Pet Shop Boys

A Red Letter Day (Trouser Enthusiasts Autoerotic Decapitation Mix) by Pet Shop Boys

[sturnstvs]

glasses - matt sturniolo

summary: in which a nerd and a popular kid run into each other

warnings: use of y/n

everyone knows there is a line you don't cross, weather it be in a relationship, a friendship or what not, whatever you do you don't cross that line. in this case the line you don't cross is between the low class and the upper class. your probably thinking why? why are you talking about something that only happend in the 1800's, well somerville high was not like any other school. it was not caught up with the time, so someone in the lower class wouldn't even consider being friends with someone in the upper class never mind a relationship.

matthew sturniolo was a nerd. that's what the popular kids called him anyway. besides his smarts the reason people called him a nerd and low life was because of his glasses. the ones that were always falling off his nose because they were a little big, the glasses that every other girl in the school would make fun of, the glasses that as most people would say, made him look like a dork. ask anyone who they think matthew sturniolo is and they would say nerd with glasses (even though he is a triplet) well almost everyone.

y/n green the most popular girl in the whole school. the girl everyone was on their knees for like she was the kings daughter and they would get shot if they weren't. she ruled the school just because they let her. see y/n didn't ask to be popular they just let her be. now she wasn't that kind of popular that you would worship because you were afraid of, she was no regina george. she was actually sweet and kind and maybe that's the reason why everyone chose her for the crown.

in y/n's opinion boys were low life jerks that would per sway any opportunity to get into your pants. while being popular had its upsides it definitely had its downsides as well. all the boys were trying to get in her pants. she was getting a number from a boy that was any other girls dream, she turned them all down though because there was never a guy that had exceeded her expectations until she met him.

y/n was walking down the halls of her high school at the early hours in the morning minding her own business even though three guys have already asked her for her number, when all of the sudden she ran into someone knocking both of their books to the ground.

"oh my god i am so sorry" said a voice that seemed in such a state of nervousness that he knocked more books down if that was even possible

"it's okay don't worry about it" y/n bent down to pick up the books off the floor

they continued to pick up the books off the floor every so often handing the other their book until all the books were picked up. y/n finally got a look at the boys face and almost swooned over him in an instant. his glasses were almost completely off his face from the impact. his hair, which was parted in the middle was starting to overlap, his hands that were shaking from being in the presence of y/n green herself. all in all he looked like a mess, an adorable one to y/n.

y/n reached her hand over to gently brush her hands through his messed up part trying to fix what was once there, once she was done with that she moved to his face to fix his glasses putting them back up to the bridge of his nose, admiring his eyes and the way they sparkled in the light as she did. she moved her hands into his trying to reassure him that he was safe in her arms.

"i love your glasses" y/n spoke in a tone that she genuinely meant it which made matt melt

"oh these really? i hate them, people make fun of me for them" matt told the girl in complete shock

"really cause i think they make you look really handsome" she spoke quietly all the while still holding his hands

"the names y/n by the way" she told the boy

"yeah i know, you're really pretty" matt gushed

y/n blushed at the complement. he wasn't like the others, he seemed genuinely sweet

"im matt" he replied back smiling

"i know"

his smile dropped. of course she knew who he was, he was the guy they all bullied and made fun of

"your brother nick is really funny we sit next to each other in photography class" she smiled

for once someone didn't know him off of his glasses but by his brothers, he felt his chest warm knowing this.

"ill see you around matt" she started walking off while matt was still in shock

his brothers came over to him seeing his shocked face

"are you okay? why do you look so shocked" his brother chris asked

"wait!, i almost forgot"

y/n ran back to the boy giving him a piece of paper and a kiss on the check

"hi nick! see you in photography class" she smiled before walking off to her class

matt opened the paper reading it in shock with his brothers

here's my number ###-###-####, i would love to hang out sometime, i might need some help with math :)

safe to say matt started getting teased by his brothers more often after that.

note: i'm atill trying to figure this out so sorry if this is wired anyway! this is mine! ANY OF THESE ONESHOTS ON WATTPAD ARE MINE AS WELL

[letstripdotcom]

shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader pt2

a/n: i wasn’t gonna do a part 2 but i got a few requests for it so enjoy (or else🥰🔪) very short and not proofread

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings: same old same old smut 🙂

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the next morning the sun beamed down on your face waking you up. shit. the last thing you wanted to happen was nick or matt seeing chris cuddled up shirtless next to you. luckily, you were always up before the three of them, so you had time to sneak chris back to his room.

“chris. chris!” you whisper shouted turing to wake him up. he let go and rolled off you you. “huh” he muttered half awake. “you gotta go before matt and nick wake up.” you told him. he gave you one last hug and a sloppy kiss on your neck before walking across the hall to his room.

you lied down on your bed and sighed. what would you tell nick and matt? would you tell nick and matt? what does this mean to chris? does he still hate me? my mind was flooded with thoughts. suddenly my phone buzzed breaking me out of my thoughts.

chris

u hungry?

me

yeah kinda

chris

come down in about 30 minutes:)

me

okay. i’ll shower then i’ll be down.

read: 9:23am

you tossed your phone on the bed beside you. what. the. fuck. you picked out your clothes for the day and you took a shower. you savored every last bit of the 30 minutes of peace you had because who knows how today will go.

after your shower, you head downstairs. you can small whatever chris is cooking. “i made pancakes, your favorite.” you smiled at him thankfully and took the plate from him. the silence was loud once you begun eating. “so” you spoke up. “what are we gonna tell your brothers?”

“i think telling them we talked it out would be fine. we tell them we had a deep conversation last night and we put the past behind us and were ready to be friends now. but we don’t tell them” he paused “we don’t tell them we had sex” i finished his sentence quietly. “exactly” he smiled

i finished my pancakes and went over to the living room couch. chris did the dishes and followed behind me. “you know y/n, i’ve known you since 6th grade isn’t that crazy” “yeah?” i say in a confused tone trying to figure out where he’s going with this. “i’ve known you since 6th grade and we’re adults now” he continues “and i haven’t once told you how i’ve truest felt. i’ve told you how much i hate you many times, but have i ever told you how awful every one of our arguments made me feel?”

i look at him with furrowed eyebrows as i try to think of a response. “really?” was all i could think to say. “every time we would argue like we did the night of that party, i would feel like such a dick. especially when i would catch a glimpse of you and i could tell you were crying.” he says. “then why did you do it?” i ask him.

“i’m not good at expressing emotions, and i ruined it all for myself. if i had ye chance, i would go back to 6th grade and make it all right.” he stared at you “wow” was all you could say before you found yourself kissing chris. your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your lips along his.

his tongue soon makes its way into your mouth exploring every part. you put your hands in his hair and tug slightly which makes him groan. he grabs your waist and sets you on his lap. you kiss very deeply, exploring every part of eachother.

“so i’m guessing y’all made up?” a voice spoke from behind us. jumped off of chris’s lap looking at nick. “surprise!” i awkwardly smiled at him. “thank god” he sighed. “so ur not mad?” i asked “god no. i’d rather you guys practically eat each others faces than hear yall argue for the next week. just not in front of me please.” me chris and nick all laughed

-

later that night went out to dinner, and chris was teasing me the whole time. no matter where we were he was always touching me somehow. he would run my thighs or hug my waist or whisper something in my ear. i know he was trying to get my worked up and it was working. if i could i would have let him fuck me on the dinner table right in the middle of the restaurant.

the so we got back to the house, i practically dragged him up to my room and slammed the door. “you’re such a tease” is all i said before kissing him hungrily. he grabbed my waist and guided me to the bed, laying me on my back. instead of crawling on top of me like i expected, he lowered himself between my legs.

he lifted up my dress, running his cold hands up my body as he exposed my underwear. he then started to leave wet sloppy kisses up my thighs. “chris please” i beg as he gets closer to where i need him most.

he then tauntingly pulls down my panties and sets them to the side. i moan just at how close he is me me. he then licks a stripe up my folds completely flattening his tongue. my hands immediately fly to his hair. “oh my god chris” i whine.

my legs tighten around his head as he eats me like a starved animal. chris was becoming so turned on by my moans and praises that he had to remove a hand from my waist to try to get himself off. he stroked hard and fast as he continued eating me. he moaned into me, sending tingles all through my body causing my back to arch off the bed.

“chris i’m about to cum i’m about to come” i whined. chris groaned, this mouth still not separating from my pussy. “chris please keep doing that” i begged. he groaned again. “oh fuck” i screamed as i came. chris cleaned up every last one of my juices before he lifted his head from between my shaking legs

chris stood up to get a towel, and grab me a change of clothes when i noticed the wet patch on his crotch. “chris if you needed help all you had to do was ask” i told him. “it’s fine, i just couldn’t help it you sounded so beautiful.” he smiled. i can tell he was clearly still hard. “how bout you lay down while i help you” i smirked crawling over him.

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a/n- this is the ending you get bc i’m dying from a migraine right now🥰

[truetalesteam]

Week 2 of our Season 3 Crowdfund!

Hello Everyone!

Here at True Tales of the Illuminati, we are humbled and excited to announce that with three weeks left in the campaign, we are almost halfway to our crowdfunding goal. That means that we’ve been able to release the second of our four crowdfunding minisodes, and we’re rounding the corner towards the third! You can listen to them, and to our first two seasons, on our podcast feed now.

That’s right, our marketing strategy for asking you help us make a third season is to make a mini-season and hold it hostage! Find another podcast that does that! (Okay Wooden Overcoats, sure. Fine, we ripped them off, so sue us, they’re our heroes. No you shut up)

If you haven't heard of us yet, we're an audio comedy about conspiracies gone disastrously wrong, fruitlessly spinning the wheels of history like a car in park when you floor the gas. Inspired by (and aspiring to be) BBC audio comedy like Cabin Pressure and Hitchhiker's Guide, with rapid-fire jokes in the vein of Archer, Community and 30 Rock, we're proud to have been Audioverse award finalists for our first two seasons.

Here are a few of the things we’re excited about in our third season:

New characters ripped from the real Enlightenment-era Illuminati! Watch Beck get drawn to this group of navel gazing nerds like a pannier-wearing moth to a flame! See Jackie fall under the influence of a mysterious new mentor figure! Listen to Ishmael swill coffee and make bon mots!

New Dal! Dared to find a hobby "besides murder," watch her harass and bully shop proprietors into giving her a personality a second dimension!

Five whole episodes with an explosive two-part finale that calls upon all of Ishmael's bravery, courage and brain cells!

Here’s where the funding is going to go:

Recording studio time rental! In the past we’ve recorded with our full cast all together at The Bridge Sound and Stage recording studio in Somerville, MA. Not only does that make our audio sound great, having our cast all together, able to bounce off of each other live as we record means we get our amazing cast chemistry bubbling away to make each joke land even harder.

Paying those amazing actors! Every one of our cast members is paid for their time and talent, and as we have a big cast and tend to pack character after character into a scene, that’s quite a large line item! Why do we keep writing scenes with 5 characters in them!

Sound design! We’re once again working with the phenomenal Beth Crane and Hedley Knight, who you may know from their show We Fix Space Junk. Beth and Hedley have an incredible ear for sound, and some of the finest comedy brains out there, and they use those gifts to make sure that when a character jumps through a pane of glass, that that is the funniest pane of glass that there is to jump through.

Administrative fees! Podcast and website hosting aren't free! Look, some of these are just going to be true, not fun.

Places where the funding does not go:

Our pockets - We make this show because we love making it, and because we want to make the funniest thing we can. Every penny we raise goes right into making this show better and making more of it. The only ROI we see is getting to put something we think is really good out into the world. Does this make us fools? Economically, yes! But spiritually? You decide! (Please say no we need a win so bad)

Local political contributions in New South Wales - (we’re only 80% on where it is)

Actual occult organizations - (We don't know how to join the illuminati, no matter how desperate or strange the marketing emails we get are)(we WOULD say this though, so keep trying!) PLEASE STOP ASKING US ABOUT THEM

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