#protective matt

[multiscribe]

Looks like I’m a lawyer by day and devil of the kitchen by night

I’m good with this

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCRAZY WOMAN ON TOUR * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where during day 2 of the Sturniolo Triplets Surprise Party Tour, an insane woman tries to get the boys' attention in a very rude way, interrupting Chris and annoying Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　second-hand embarrassment (lol), purposefully change of the woman's name.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: For the ones who don't know what this is about, watch this.

A/N³: I don't know why, but watching the scene of the woman on yesterday's show reminded me of this, and I felt inspired to write this 😭.

Y/N's eyes gleamed with pride and admiration as she watched her boyfriend and his brothers, the golden stage lights casting a beautiful glow over the two vibrant orange couches where the triplets sat.

Matt and Nick lounged comfortably on the left one, their elbows draped lazily over the armrests, while Chris occupied the right couch alone, his right leg crossed over his left.

"Because we're triplets, and we're so close, like, doing all this-" Chris began, his fingers grazing the tattoo on his ankle. But before he could continue, an abrupt, high-pitched voice from the balcony cut the moment like a knife.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris blinked, his lips parting slightly as he turned his head toward the disruption.

"... Um, hi, Lany." With an exasperated look, he simply muttered before refocusing on his brothers, determined to continue speaking.

But before another syllable could leave his mouth, the same voice shrieked once more.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Nick, who had been shifting slightly in his seat, turned sharply toward the source of the noise, lifting his microphone to his mouth with such a strength that Matt swore it would hit his front teeth.

"Can you stop talking?"

For a few seconds, an uneasy silence stretched across the theater before Chris resumed his talking.

"But basically, what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, was that our tour is so unique and so genuine-"

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris’s jaw visibly clenched, his eyes momentarily shutting in frustration as the same disruptive voice rang out once more.

And that was it.

That was the moment Y/N’s patience finally snapped.

She had been trying - truly trying - to maintain her composure, to let security handle it, to ignore the way this woman was actively trying to end the boys' moment. But the audacity of continuously cutting Chris off, interrupting his focus, and disturbing the flow of their conversation made her skin crawl.

Y/N despised seeing him struggle to stay composed, knowing how much this tour and his surprise for this night meant to him - being right by his side when he got his tattoos. Her fingers curled into her palms, sharp nails hurting her soft skin, and with a steady exhale, she pushed herself up from her seat.

Her movements were smooth but purposeful, pure authority in the way she started walking toward the stairs leading to the balcony. She wasn’t moving impulsively - no, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Chris, noticing her stand, flicked his gaze toward her briefly, his lips pressing together.

But he didn’t stop her. He knew better.

As she walked, fans sitting by the edge of the rows around the small runway turned their heads, their eyes widening in excitement. Some exchanged whispers, giddy over seeing her so close, while others simply watched in admiration.

They adored her just as much as the boys.

As Y/N finally reached the first row of the balcony, her voice softened, a big contrast to the tension in those around the crazy lady.

"Excuse me." She murmured, offering polite smiles to the fans as she carefully navigated her way past them. "So sorry, just need to get through. Thank you."

Finally, she reached her target.

Lany, seemingly preparing to scream once again, inhaled deeply, but before she could release another obnoxious shriek, Y/N stepped between her and the railing, positioning herself directly in her line of sight.

Her presence alone was commanding, her expression unreadable yet firm. Lowering her voice, she leaned in slightly.

"You need to stop." She said, voice calm but firm. "If you keep this up, you're going to have to leave."

The woman scoffed, folding her arms as she tilted her head.

"Oh, and who exactly are you?"

Y/N's lips curved just slightly, but there was no humor in her eyes.

"I’m the person telling you to stop." She replied, her voice unwavering.

Lany opened her mouth again, tilting her body so her eyes could meet the stage, her breath hitching as she prepared to yell. Y/N, already anticipating it, exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes before making her next move.

In one swift motion, she draped her arm around the woman’s shoulders - not aggressively - but with enough pressure to assume control.

Immediately, several fans close by stood up, concern flashing across their faces, fearing that the woman would hurt Y/N. But Y/N was quick to turn her head slightly and flash them a soft, reassuring smile.

"I’m okay." She murmured, her voice smooth as silk.

Despite the subtle struggle, Lany quickly realized she was outmatched. With little choice, the woman allowed herself to be led toward the stairs.

At the top of it, Paul, the boys' head security guard, and Y/N's favored, was already waiting. His expression flickered with concern as Y/N approached, his gaze scanning her for any sign of distress.

"Please escort her out. She’s done here." Y/N instructed, her tone neutral but firm.

Paul gave a curt nod, his grip solid as he took the woman from Y/N's hold, ignoring the way she tried to escape his hands.

"Understood."

Y/N took a deep breath, her shoulders rolling back as she released the last bit of tension from her muscles. Her gaze instinctively dropped down to the stage, where Matt was talking now. Her eyes were quick to meet Chris's figure, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed everything that had just happened.

Then, as if sensing her eyes on him, Chris glanced up. And when their gazes locked, she sent him a small, knowing smile - one only meant for him.

Chris exhaled, his posture finally easing, his fingers once again tracing the ink on his ankle as he prepared to finally watch the video carrying his surprise.

© vanteguccir

[exutrio]

orym and dorian in c3 x 120: "the red end"

[yashley]

Then why are you here? What is it you want? I want to free you.

[shorthaltsjester]

watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.

like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

I've been following your blog(s) for a little while and i was wondering if we could see just an eency weency bit more of your future designs for the boyos? I love the way you can still tell they're the same characters but in some way you can see the added maturity, and not just because they're older (love all your stuffs by the way you're hella talented)

which future?

[roennq]

Moments: 8/x Foggy discovers Matt is the masked man ↪ "Where's Matt? What'd you do to him?"

[stormingfrost]

Kinda obsessed with the historical context of Rise of the Guardians. Pitch wanting the Dark Ages to come back, which historically was the decline of culture and records. The Guardians rose at the same time as the Renaissance with the rise of culture, knowledge, and science. (Tooth in particular mentions that she hasn’t been out in the field for 440 years, give or take, which would put that smack dab in the middle of the Renaissance) 

The way Pitch doesn’t want the world to change, the way the Guardians change in tune with the world. The way Jack, who lived in has a human in the 17th or 18th century, who lived in the time after the Renaissance and lived witnessing the world all the way to the modern era, is there to show the Guardians how much they missed and how they can further change and improve for the more modern world. These characters are immortal beings who have so much power over the world, it makes so much sense that when they fall and rise in power it impacts the world that they want to influence, for better or for worse. 

[ericshoney]

Protective ~ Sturniolo triplets

You had thought that your Saturday was going to be a dull one. Not having any plans, you thought to just chill, game and probably watch movies all day. That was until Matt had messaged you asking if you wanted to spend the day with him, Chris and Nick. You agreed and said you'd head to their place soon.

As it was quite hot out, you slipped on a pair of light blue denim shorts, along with a white crop top and your trainers. You were happy with your outfit as you knew it wasn't only just simple and stylish, but would keep you cool too.

You then walked to the triplets place, which was luckily around the corner from your apartment. When you arrived, you walked in as the door was already unlocked waiting your arrival.

"Hey guys!" You greeted as you saw the trio sat on the sofa waiting for you, their heads buried in their phones.

"Hey, looking good!" Chris responded first.

"Thank you." You replied with a smile.

"Where are we going?" You then asked, as the brothers pulled away from their phones.

"We thought about the mall." Matt said, making you nod.

"Alright let's go!" Nick exclaimed.

You laughed at his sudden excitement as you headed to the car. You got in the back with Nick, as he started showing you some random TikToks as Matt drove and Chris played some music.

When you all arrived, you walked in seeing it wasn't too busy. You walked in the middle of Matt and Nick, Chris on Matt's left.

"Where to first?" Nick questioned.

"There!" You exclaimed, pointing to a store that had a sale on.

You headed off a bit before the guys, starting to look around at everything. Your eyes landed on some cool shirts that were half price.

"Hey beautiful~"

You looked over and saw a random guy standing next to you. You looked around and saw it was only you and him.

"Uh hey." You mumbled.

"That's a cool shirt, would look good on you." He said.

You remained silent, hoping if you ignored him, he'd leave, but he wasn't having it.

"How about I get your number, I'll buy you that shirt and take you on a date." He carried on.

"Who?" Nick called, suddenly appearing, along with Chris and Matt.

"Who...what?" The stranger questioned.

"Who the fuck are you." Nick replied.

"Just asking a pretty girl out, none of your business." He responded.

"She's not interested." Matt said, as Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulder, knowing you were uncomfortable.

"So fuck off." Nick said, waving his hands to send the stranger away.

The guy scoffed and walked off, as you sighed in relief.

"What a weirdo." Matt mumbled.

"You okay?" Chris asked softly.

"Yeah, thanks for showing up suddenly." You answered, giving the three a smile.

"Of course." Nick said, as Matt and Chris nodded.

You four then looked around all getting some stuff you liked, before heading to grab some food. As you headed to the food court, you noticed it was really busy. The guys noticed how uncomfortable you suddenly felt with so many people around, as they shared a look, all suddenly thinking the same thing.

"Drive thru." They said at the same time.

You all then headed back to the car, Chris' arm still wrapped around your shoulder in comfort as Nick and Matt walked in front of you.

After arriving back at the car, the four of you settled on McDonalds, Matt driving there and going through the drive thru as Nick ordered for all of you.

"You wanna head back to our place?" Matt suggested, looking back at you.

"Yeah, I don't want to deal with anymore strangers." You said with a small giggle.

"That I can agree on." Matt replied.

"That guy was a total creep though." Chris said.

"Totally. His approach was all wrong." Nick agreed.

"Maybe next time, wear jeans." Matt said jokingly.

"Whatever." You grumbled, making the boys laugh.

"But in all seriousness, we're here to save you from the creeps, the heartbreaks and the fashion disasters." Nick said.

"Your all just protective, but I love you all for it." You responded.

The three smiled as you headed on home, happy you had them by your side.

[henryofwales]

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025) for @blainesebastian

[sturnswrites]

protective!matt and innocent!reader see each other for the first time since high school …

You hadn’t expected him to look like this.

The office is sleek and imposing—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pulse of New York, deep charcoal tones, and marble accents that scream precision. It’s exactly what you’d expect from a man like Matt Sturniolo. But none of it is as commanding as him.

When he looks up from the paperwork on his desk, the first thing you notice is the way his piercing blue eyes meet yours, steady and sharp, sending a ripple through your chest. You remember those eyes, even after all these years, but they seem different now—hardened, more focused. They hold the weight of someone who doesn’t let anyone too close.

“You’re here,” he says simply, as though he doubted you’d actually show up.

You nod, clutching your sketchpad tighter against your chest. “Of course. I wasn’t going to back out of a project like this.”

His gaze softens just a touch, but his expression remains unreadable. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t trust you to handle it.”

Those words settle deep in your stomach, warm and unexpected. Matt had hired you—sought you out specifically for this project, despite being surrounded by some of the best designers in the city. He’d told you in his email that he admired your work, that your eye for creating spaces that “felt like people” was exactly what his office needed.

But standing here, in his presence, you can’t help but feel out of place.

“It’s been a while,” you manage, your voice quieter than you’d like as your gaze darts away from his.

“Years,” he agrees, standing from behind the desk. He moves with the kind of confidence that fills a room effortlessly—broad shoulders, rolled-up sleeves revealing strong forearms, and a no-nonsense air about him that makes your pulse stutter. Yet, there’s a familiarity to him, too, like he’s still the boy you passed in the halls of your Boston high school.

“Boston feels like a lifetime ago,” you add softly, not knowing what else to say.

Matt tilts his head slightly, the hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth. “You haven’t changed as much as you think.”

Your cheeks heat at the way he’s looking at you, like he’s remembering something only he knows—something that feels too heavy for the quiet moment stretching between you. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment,” you joke, trying to keep the mood light as you scan the pristine office.

“It is,” he replies, his voice low but sure. “You’ve always had a way of seeing things differently. That’s why you’re here.”

That catches you off guard, and you glance back at him to find his eyes still fixed on you, holding your gaze like he’s daring you to look away. There’s something in them—something protective, almost possessive—that wasn’t there before.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, your voice almost lost in the cavernous room.

Matt nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers. “Let’s see what you’ve got in mind, then.”

The words are professional enough, but the way he says them—steady, low, and just a little too soft—makes your heart skip. You busy yourself pulling out your sketchpad, desperate for something to distract you from the weight of his attention.

As you start explaining your ideas, your voice finds confidence in the familiarity of your work. You talk about softening the harsh lines of the space, adding warmth and texture to make the office feel less like a fortress and more like him.

Matt listens intently, never once interrupting. His eyes follow you as you move around the room, gesturing to where you’d add natural light, plants, subtle artwork that tells a story. It’s only when you glance back at him that you catch it—the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“You’ve thought this through,” he says finally, his voice softer than before.

“I don’t take projects lightly,” you respond, standing taller despite the flutter in your chest. “Especially not ones like this.”

For a beat, the silence hangs between you—thick, charged, and laced with something you can’t quite name. It’s the energy of two people who know each other but don’t, who share a history but have yet to bridge the gap the years have created.

“You haven’t changed,” he repeats quietly, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long.

“And you have,” you counter, surprising even yourself with the boldness in your voice. “But not as much as you think.”

That earns you a faint, knowing smirk, and the glint in his blue eyes shifts—something softer, something real.

As you turn back to your sketches, you feel him watching you still. The tension is palpable, humming just beneath the surface, like an unspoken understanding that this project—this reunion—will be more complicated than either of you are willing to admit.

But Matt hired you for a reason. He trusted you. And for now, that has to be enough to steady the chaos he so effortlessly brings into your carefully curated world.

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[solarsturniolo]

y’all moved on too fast, meanwhile i refuse to

[victusinveritas]

Some empowering Gamera artwork from prolific IDW comic artist Matt Frank. (Mothra: Queen of the Monsters, Transformers: Beast Wars, Godzilla: Kingdom of Monsters)

When addressing Gamera as “Protector of Children”, Gamera is adamant about protecting ALL children!

[hmmm-shesucks]

Kevin Day is Babygirl.

The upperclassmen want Neil to be Babygirl so badly that it literally kills them that he’s not. He’s just not. Nothing about him gives Babygirl. He only exudes feral street cat who was given a can of tuna on a good day and stuck around vibes. They hate it. They want him to be Babygirl so badly.

Eventually, though, when they finally accept it, and Neil has literally done everything possible to fend them off, they realize Neil is not Babygirl. But then, from out of the shadows, emerges Kevin Babygirl Day. They’d been so busy trying to make it work with Neil they had been missing what was right in front of them this whole time. They’d failed to see what the monsters already knew. Kevin Day is The Babygirl.

Of course, the only person who acknowledges this fact within the monster circle is the monster himself, Andrew Minyard, but once it’s been seen, it cannot be unseen. Kevin goes from being Andrew’s Babygirl to the team's Babygirl. And Kevin not knowing but responding positively to it anyway makes it so much better. The sudden praise and care that comes with it? The attention and affectionate indulgence? He’s unsure why everyone’s started being so nice to him, but he’s not complaining.

Don’t get me wrong, when Kevin gets in a mood, they all steer clear, and they still fight with him when they want to, but he’s just so precious. How could they ever stay mad? And the crazy thing is that Kevin is better for it. He’s happier and softer around them. He learns to feel not only safe but comfortable and relaxed with them. His bad moods don't last so long and he's genuinely a lot happier. He doesn’t need Andrew or Neil by his side to feel protected anymore.

The upperclassmen’s inside joke unintentionally becomes what helps Kevin heal and open up as a person rather than remain the hollowed-out shell from The Nest. Kevin thrives under their attention and praise, so much so that he starts to seek it out subconsciously. He gets mopey and upset when they don’t acknowledge him. It actually hurts his feelings when they ignore him. He actively becomes a better person, someone who is healing because they so positively love him. All because they jokingly Babygirlified him.

So anyway. Yeah. Kevin Day is Babygirl.

[odetojupiter]

while we’re all talking about andrew internalising the idea that he wasn’t fast enough to save neil, i thought i’d just remind everyone that neil has never been fast enough to save andrew.

either he wasn’t fast enough (thanksgiving, the tgr foxes v ravens match), his efforts to protect andrew were futile (proust/easthaven), or he just wasn’t there (the binghamton riot) — every single time andrew was hurt in the series, neil couldn’t help him.

what was it andrew said? ‘i’m not your answer and you sure as fuck aren’t mine’? it’s important to remember that line when considering the nature of their relationship because yes, they’re entwined with each other, devoted and always in orbit of the other, but they aren’t dependent, if that makes sense. they’ll protect each other as far as they’re able but they aren’t reliant on that, and it’s not the only thing their relationship is built on, even if it may have started out that way (with their deal).

their shit is that they are violently devoted to each other, and the need for the other one to be safe is shown through that drive to protect each other. so, since we’re talking about how andrew reacted to neil being injured while he was unable to help, let’s also consider how neil may have reacted to being unable to protect andrew yet again, despite how much he wanted to (he was running for andrew the second andrew went down, but he was cut off by lane before he could even get close).

if andrew is feeling guilt based on jean’s words about his lack of care for himself making him less able to protect neil, imagine how neil will be feeling after he purposefully provoked the ravens in that interview before the game. imagine how he will be feeling when he realises that they went after andrew to pay him back for what andrew did to riko to protect neil. i can bet andrew’s not the only one internalising guilt for neil being hurt, neil will be doing the exact same thing, despite neither of them harbouring any true blame at all.

[ravenhairedwaywanderer]