#rylee & mae’s sturnmas writing comp ༘˚❄️ 🦌 ౨ৎ

[13hoax]

holiday shopping with bf!matt ⋆ ⁺₊❆ . [ wc: 685 ]

౨ৎ facing the foggy window, you wipe away just enough to watch matt slowly approaching the car. when the door opens, you’re met with an icy breeze paired with matt’s face flushed pink from the cold.

“thank you, for making the brave sacrifice of warming the car up,” he says while rubbing his hands together, trying to gather any source of warmth.

“yeah, you owe me. it’s freezing out here, even with the heat on full blast,” you reply with short laughter.

matt promptly starts the car and reverses unsteadily, from the amount of snow blocking the driveway. after about 10 minutes of driving, you both are greeted with christmas lights that lined the exterior of the local shopping mall. while matt tries to find a parking spot in the midst of holiday chaos, you quietly watch through the frosty window as kids run into piles of snow surrounding the building. observing them are their parents who stand and grip onto their hot coffee cups, and everyone is fitted in colorful hats, mittens and coats.

matt parks the car, and turns over to you slightly, asking if you’re ready to go inside. with a slight nod, both of you step out into the cold. before setting off you readjust your scarf over your mouth, to hopefully shield some of the winter wind from your face.

“here,” matt sighs while tossing his mittens over the hood of the car, “don’t owe you anymore,” he says with a slight smile.

౨ৎ walking through the front door, your attention goes straight to the bookstore. every time you come to the mall you promise to only ‘look’ at the calico critters, you and matt know that’s a reoccurring lie. you’re supposed to be shopping for your family and friends. but how could you not visit your favorite fixation at any given opportunity?

matt knows your fate and follows you up the escalator to the bookstore. browsing the aisles carefully, you spot the section you’re looking for. leaning over, you pick up a family of cats. taking a moment to admire the box, in awe you quickly turn to show matt,

“this is the cutest thing ever, aren’t they so cute??”

he can hear the excitement in your voice and decides to play along with your slight obsession, “yes they’re so cute, they would look very cute under the christmas tree.” he watches are your eyes light up.

before you’re able to say anything else he adds on softly, “under the christmas as a present for someone else maybe? that is why we are here y’know..”

your smile slowly fading, you simply turn away from him and put the box back on the shelf. not willing to beg him and argue his reasoning why you’re at the mall on a busy holiday weekend.

he notices and turns your head back towards him, “it could be under our christmas tree if..”

“if?” you interrupt trying to hide the pout in your lip.

“you know what i want to hear,” he says tilting his head up while showing that smile he knew would get you to do whatever he wanted.

you softly punch his shoulder and look up to his eyes, “put it under the tree first, and then i’ll tell you anything you want to hear.”

he continues to stare down at you, hopeful to get some sort of reaction that would lead to your defeat to him. but instead he’s left with a grunt from your mouth and a prompted head shake that silently scolds him from thinking you’d be so easy to break.

breaking eye contact, you brush past him swiftly. matt quickly takes his phone out to snap a quick picture of the box before he’s met with your hand, grabbing him and dragging him into the next aisle.

he follows your lead with full commitment, with rolled eyes and a smile slowly appearing on his face. little did you know he would come back later to buy the family of tiny cats for you, and he took a picture to make sure he got exactly the ones you wanted.

⋆❅* this is a entry for @mattscoquette & @letstrip13‘s writing comp! i’m new to writing on here, so pls be kind & give rylee & mae a follow!

[phone4pills]

SMALL PACKAGES DAY 7

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! wc: 600, this is for the writing challenge, no smut, only fluff, pregnancy, Christmas w/ Matt

Your ankles beginning to ache from being on your tiptoes for so long, one hand clutching the the pretty star decoration you’d been given by your relatives and the other underneath your belly, an instinct you’d picked up now that you were 36 weeks pregnant.

Two larger hand found their way around the bump, Matt’s chin rested on your shoulder. The little kicks of your kid pulsed under the warm skin of his hands as he basked in your scent. “Careful now, don’t want ya trippin’ on those feet.”

Matt knew how swollen your ankles would get, especially during strenuous work. And you’d been set on decorating the tree, which he had no problem with. But a sweat was breaking on your forehead and your breaths were becoming increasingly heavy. Only slightly, but it was enough for Matt to notice. “C’mon. You get that star up there and then we’ll hit the couch for a bit. Yeah?”

You nodded and placed the star on top of the tree. It was much easier now that you had Matt’s support stopping you from da planting into the green branches. You licked your lips and let him lead you to the couch where you slowly sat down, gripping his hand the whole time. Something about the way he watched you made your heart flutter.

It was as if he was drawn to you, effortlessly. Since you’d gotten pregnant Matt never took his gaze off of you. Whether it was to make sure you were okay or to admire you, you didn’t know. But you appreciated it either way. Subtle as it may have been, nobody had ever given you the same glance, nothing remotely similar. And no feeling was comparable to the rush that shot through you when he’d realise that he was staring. Earlier in your relationship, he’d quickly glance away and blush. Now, whenever he’d notice that he’d been looking at you for a long time, he’d meet your gaze with a wide smile.

Little kicks sent pains and tingles through your nerves, Matt wasn’t any newer yo this than you. He chuckled, taking his place on the sofa next to you, and his hand slowly caressed your belly. “Little buddy’s real excited for Christmas, huh?” You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh.

You’d built a little family with Matt, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. In an attempt to keep from crying, you grabbed the remote and flicked movie son Netflix. Every little thought could easily have become a loud mess of sobs as you neared the due date. Matt had always assured that it wasn’t a problem, but just this once, you wanted to enjoy his embrace. Not end up being tucked away into bed because you stressed yourself into a much needed nap.

Then it hit you, your baby could be born at any time. It was only a week or two from the 25th. Spending Christmas in the labour ward didn’t exactly pan out to be a great experience, but there was a positive side to it. “This baby’s like our little miracle.”

Matt faced you, being previously occupied with the bright TV screen in front him. His features instantly softened at you words and a thumb brushed your lower lip before pulling you in for a kiss. After you’d made the decision of Home Alone to start off your annual Christmas movie marathon, Matt laid his lead in your lap, leaving feathery pecks on your stomach. “Well you know what they say. The best gifts come in small packages.”

Thanks so much for reading !! This short piece is to be submitted to the HOLIDAY WRITING CHALLENGE, hosted by the fabulous @mattscoquette and @letstrip13. Please ignore any spelling mistakes, this is for fun !!

- ©phone4pills

[mattscoquette]

𝑴𝑨𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝒀𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻:

𝑨 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑺𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬 𐙚 ࣪ ˖

hosted by @mattscoquette and @letstrip13

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

rules:

୨୧ fic must be between 500 - 1,500 words (please include a wc in your post!)

୨୧ smut, fluff, angst is all acceptable!

୨୧ all fics must include something from the prompt list paired with nick, matt, or chris (platonic or romantic)

୨୧ must use the tag “rylee & mae’s sturnmas writing comp ༘˚❄️ 🦌 ౨�� ” on all fics and tag us both to be submitted

୨୧ one fic per person may be submitted

୨୧ no plagiarism of any kind !! all fics submitted must be specifically written for this challenge

୨୧ competition will be run from december 1st to december 22nd (closes at midnight)

୨୧ rylee and mae will read through all submissions and agree on one winner to be announced on christmas eve (december 24th)

୨୧ remember the whole idea is to have fun and write! please be kind to everyone who joined <3

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

must pick at least one prompt from the list (no more than three):

୨୧ ice skating

୨୧ baking / decorating gingerbread houses

୨୧ first snowfall (building snowmen, snowball fights, sledding, etc)

୨୧ caught under the mistletoe

୨୧ putting up decorations

୨୧ looking at lights

୨୧ holiday shopping

୨୧ hot chocolate and movies

୨୧ christmas with the sturniolo’s

୨୧ making a holiday youtube video

୨୧ horse and carriage ride

remember to have fun and good luck to everyone!

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

[mattsfavseason]

you make me love Christmas.

wc: 755, and yes I know, Matt actually knows how to skate, remember it's fanfiction ! @letstrip13 & @mattscoquette

y/n could be, black, white, mixed, purple, pink, she could be everyone ! She's a woman for sure, and I'm just the writer, you're the reader it's up to what's makes you comfortable ❤

Snowflakes were falling gently as Y/N pulled Matt’s hand, practically dragging him toward the ice rink. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the cold or excitement, Matt couldn’t tell.

“Why are you so energetic in the middle of a snowstorm?” he asked, laughing as he struggled to keep up.

“Because it’s fun! And because I’m about to witness you attempt skating for the first time,” she teased, her grin wide.

Matt rolled his eyes, his breath visible in the crisp air. “You’re really banking on me wiping out, huh?”

“Not at all,” Y/N said with mock innocence, though the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

They laced up their skates together, Y/N finishing first and gliding onto the ice like she’d been born to skate. Matt, on the other hand, wobbled his way to the edge of the rink, gripping it for dear life.

“I think I’ll stay right here,” he called, clearly half-joking.

“Nope!” Y/N skated back to him, holding out her hands. “Come on, you’re in good hands.”

Matt hesitated before grabbing hold of her, letting her guide him onto the ice. His legs immediately betrayed him, sliding in different directions.

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing. “You’re doing great!” she encouraged, though her voice shook with amusement.

Matt looked up at her, clearly unconvinced. “You think falling on my face counts as progress?”

“You’re not on your face,” she pointed out, grinning.

By the end of their time on the ice, Matt was surprisingly steady, skating next to her like a pro or, at least, not like someone skating for the first time.

“See? I told you you’d get it,” Y/N said, giving him a small nudge.

“I think it’s just you making me look good,” Matt replied, his smile soft as his eyes lingered on her a little longer than necessary.

Back at Y/N’s place, the backyard was a winter wonderland, perfect for building a snowman.

“His base needs to be solid,” Y/N instructed, rolling a giant ball of snow across the yard.

Matt followed, though his snowball was a little lopsided. “Why do I feel like you’ve done this a hundred times?”

“Because I have,” Y/N replied matter-of-factly. “You’ve got to take snowman-building seriously.”

They worked together, stacking the snowballs into the perfect snowman shape. Y/N added a carrot nose and button eyes while Matt found some sticks for arms.

“He’s kind of… wonky,” Matt observed, tilting his head.

“Wonky is charming,” Y/N argued, tying a scarf around the snowman’s neck.

When they finished, they stepped back to admire their work. Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his body warm against hers despite the cold.

“Not bad,” he said.

“Not bad at all,” Y/N echoed, leaning her head against him.

The evening ended in Y/N’s kitchen, where they decided to bake and decorate a gingerbread house. The warmth from the oven was a welcome contrast to the chill outside, and the counter was covered in bowls of icing, gumdrops, and candy canes.

“Alright,” Y/N began, clapping her hands. “We’re aiming for a Pinterest-worthy house.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Have you met me? I can barely pipe icing straight.”

“Then focus on sticking the candy on,” Y/N said, laughing as she handed him a bowl of gumdrops.

As they worked, Matt got more confident, even creating a candy cane archway. Y/N, meanwhile, carefully piped snowflakes onto the roof.

“This is weirdly therapeutic,” Matt admitted, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

Y/N leaned over to inspect his side of the house. “Not bad, Sturniolo. You might have a future in baking.”

He smirked. “And yet…” Without warning, he dipped a finger into the icing and dabbed it onto her nose.

“Matt!” Y/N gasped, grabbing a handful of sprinkles and tossing them at him.

What started as a peaceful decorating session quickly devolved into a sprinkle war, leaving both of them breathless with laughter and the kitchen in absolute chaos.

By the time they finished cleaning up, they were exhausted but happy. They sat on the couch, mugs of cocoa in hand, the snowman visible through the window and their gingerbread house proudly displayed on the counter.

Y/N leaned her head on Matt’s shoulder, her voice soft. “This might be my favorite day ever, you make me love Christmas”.

Matt glanced at her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Mine too, but I'm glad to be the person that makes you love Christmas, that's what make you so special”.

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of the house and the laughter they shared, neither of them wanted the night to end.

[letstrip13]

☃︎❆ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 @mattscoquette 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 !! 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔/𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔/𝒉𝒄𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 + 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐

𐙚 ࣪ ˖ 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏, 𝒘��'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!!

𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏!

☃︎❆ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

[letstrip13]

𝑴𝑨𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝒀𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻:

𝑨 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑺𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬 𐙚 ࣪ ˖

hosted by @mattscoquette and @letstrip13

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

rules:

୨୧ fic must be between 500 - 1,500 words (please include a wc in your post!)

୨୧ smut, fluff, angst is all acceptable!

୨୧ all fics must include something from the prompt list paired with nick, matt, or chris (platonic or romantic)

୨୧ must use the tag “rylee & mae’s sturnmas writing comp ༘˚❄️ 🦌 ౨ৎ ” on all fics and tag us both to be submitted

୨୧ one fic per person may be submitted

୨୧ no plagiarism of any kind !! all fics submitted must be specifically written for this challenge

୨୧ competition will be run from december 1st to midnight of december 22nd

୨୧ rylee and mae will read through submission and agree on one winner to be announced on christmas eve (december 24th)

୨୧ remember the whole idea is to have fun and write! please be kind to everyone who joined <3

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚

must pick at least one prompt from the list (no more than three):

୨୧ ice skating

୨୧ baking / decorating gingerbread houses

୨୧ first snowfall (building snowmen, snowball fights, sledding, etc)

୨୧ caught under the mistletoe

୨୧ putting up decorations

୨୧ looking at lights

୨୧ holiday shopping

୨୧ hot chocolate and movies

୨୧ christmas with the sturniolo’s

୨୧ making a holiday youtube video

୨୧ horse and carriage ride

remember to have fun and good luck to everyone!

‧₊˚ 𓂃 𝜗𝜚