[dollieskisses]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈! 🐇

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ౨ৎ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 ౨ৎ 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆 ౨ৎ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 - 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 - 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 - 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

[dollieskisses]

hey guys, I just wanted to say in my last post I didn't realise how unbelievably stupid I sounded. I came back onto tumblr just believing the first post I saw, which obviously was supporting the situation. But I have done some reading and I just realised the whole story. I just wanna say sorry for comparing all of these things that weren't necessary and if I have annoyed some people. I fully understand why accounts are against the tripouts, and I can gladly say I am too. Im sorry for spreading misinformation because of me being lazy and not finding out more info. I hope you can forgive me.

[sturnioz]

shy!matt struggles as can't stop staring at you during a party—the dress you're wearing makes him flustered. you know you're going to have to make the first move.

you can see how matt fidgets in his spot, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as his eyes flicker toward you, taking in your outfit for such a small moment before his gaze darts away—his cheeks a clear shade of pink, a flush that can't be hidden even until the flashing lights above your head.

he's been doing this repeatedly all night, stealing small glances like you won't even notice them. subtle? not even fucking close—you're loving every second of it. maybe you could say the buzzing feeling in your veins is from the alcohol, but you know it's mostly from him.

it leaves you feeling smug, the corner of your lips curling into a slow, teasing smirk as you take another sip from your cocktail through the straw, staring at him through your lashes as shared friends talk around you.

it doesn't take long for the back-and-forth to become completely boring. you're done waiting for him to make a move or give a hint, so you decide to do it yourself. setting your glass down on the table, you push through the crowd of friends with one target in mind.

matt.

nobody stops you—not that anyone could even if they tried—and within seconds, your fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging him along to the closest bathroom you can find.

the first stall in the bathroom is where you pull him and yourself into, the door clicking shut behind you. the space between you is limited, and matt stands frozen against the wall, his wide eyes finally meeting yours—though only for a split second before darting away once again.

his cheeks are still flushed, his lips parted like he's about to say something to you, but no words come out. you take a step closer to him, the sound of your heels leaving a loud, crisp click on the tiled floor, and you hear his breath catch at the back of his throat.

you're completely shameless as your hand reaches out to ghost over the prominent bulge in his jeans, and matt makes a strangled noise, his hips bucking against your palm, seeking out more friction.

"have you been hard this entire time?" you coo teasingly, watching as his cheeks grow a deeper shade of red as he stutters over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "all because of me?"

matt nods his head repeatedly, trembling hands reaching out to grab your hips—fingers dipping under the hem of your skirt to touch the warm skin of your thighs. he pulls you close to him, his chest flush to yours as he pushes you back against the stall door, caging you there.

you don't mind—not one bit—and you grin excitedly as you feel him reach for your panties to hurriedly tug them down your legs, murmuring something you struggle to understand as he shoves his face in the crevice of your neck, leaving small, open-mouth kisses across the column of your throat as he bunches your dress up to your waist.

"please..." you hear him pathetically whisper. "please.. please.. please."

he fumbles with the button on his jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing in the small stall and you gasp quietly when you feel the head of his cock press between your folds. you angle your hips a little for him, hearing him whine when the tip catches your opening, and his teeth gently graze across your skin.

"p-please.. let me—please. put it in—need to—ah.. put—put it in." matt begs eagerly, pressing himself more harder against you, panting heavily as his own hips push forward, trying to sink himself further into your opening. "please. can't—can't hold it. can't—please."

when you give him the go ahead, placing your hand on his lower back to help guide him forward, he finally sinks into you, and the sound that escapes his lips—a noise between a whine and a choked moan—makes your spine tingly.

matt doesn't waste any time rutting into your warmth, the stall door creaking rhythmically against your back as his hips move frantically. you cling to him as he does to you, your arms tight around his shoulders while his hands dig into your hips, holding you still.

the loud, wet, squelching of your cunt sucking him in is filthy, and your head drops back with a soft moan, rocking in time with his thrusts, feeling his cock gliding in and out of your spongy walls—hitting that spot deep within.

"so.. so warm—so—hng—so.. i love.. love.." matt babbles incoherently against your neck, and you hiss when you feel him nibble down on your skin, drool seeping from his mouth as he tries not to make too much noise when the bathroom door swings open and a group stumbles in.

luckily they're talkative, drunken giggles and words shared among themselves as some slip into the stall next to you while others linger around the sink, running the taps to cool themselves down with cold water.

matt tries to stop moving his hips to not let the sounds of you fucking become blatantly obvious, but you don't care—you've already made it this far. you roll your hips, you squeeze around him, you whisper dirty little things in his ears to coax him to move.

his hips jerk, cock buried deep, his thighs trembling as he lets out a high-pitched noise when his balls seize up against your folds. the voices around you go silent, the taps stop running, and someone stands outside your stall.

"is.. is someone in there?" a female voice asks with a drunken giggle, their knuckles knocking teasingly on the door.

and that's it.

that's what makes matt cum with a whiny sound of your name.

divider credits. @/enchanthings.

© STURNIOZ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: BOSTON'S ENGAGEMENT PROPOSAL * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where, at the Boston show of the Surprise Party Tour, Matt finally reveals his first solo surprise of the tour: proposing to Y/N.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

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.

Matt felt like a complete idiot.

Which was honestly fine.

Normal, even.

Because what else are you supposed to feel when you walk into Tiffany & Co alone, camera in one hand, jacket half-zipped, and the literal knowledge in your brain that today’s the day you buy your engagement ring?

The second the glass doors swished shut behind him, he instantly felt underdressed. The place was too clean. Too bright. Too quiet.

The kind of quiet where even your footsteps sound loud, and you’re 90% sure the floor costs more than your car.

"Okay." He muttered, clicking on the small camera in his hand, flipping the screen so he could see himself, waving with his free hand. His messy strands were doing their own thing, and his voice cracked a little. "Hi, uh, so I guess this is happening."

The Tiffany logo glimmered in the reflection behind him, all silver and serious. He turned the lens toward the inside of the store, slowly panning across the display cases that sparkled so hard it hurt to look at them.

Everything was white and silver and pale blue. Velvet chairs. Smooth marble counters. Employees moving around like they were floating, all super polished and weirdly calm, which was the opposite of how he felt.

He found a small table in the center of the room with a modern glass vase on it and propped his camera there using the tiny tripod suction he’d brought.

"I sent an entire email explaining this to the brand and asking for permission to record it. They gave me it. I even brought it printed." He laughed breathlessly, angling the lens to frame the table and the chairs across from it.

Matt sat down and let out a quiet breath, tapping his fingers anxiously on the edge of the table.

He didn’t really know what he was expecting walking in here. Like maybe it would hit him differently, feel more real. But all he felt was this warm weight in his chest and the nonstop loop in his head.

Don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up.

A woman appeared after a few moments, dressed in sleek black with a small Tiffany-blue badge on her chest. Her heels clicked quietly as she walked toward him, her smile calm and super professional but not cold.

"Hi there. Matthew, right?" She said warmly.

"Yeah, hey." He stood up awkwardly, then realized she didn’t expect that and just kind of hovered in a weird half-stand before sitting back down.

She smiled kindly.

"I’m Elena. Thank you for coming in today. I've been informed of your plans."

He nodded.

"That's great! Thank you."

Elena let out a soft laugh at how stiff he looked and pulled up a chair across from him.

"Don’t worry. You’re definitely not the first person to come in here with that look on your face. You’re shopping for an engagement ring, yes?"

The words still made his brain stutter. But he nodded.

"Okay, then let's start." She said, already opening a small black folder in front of her.

Matt sat back and rubbed his beard covered jaw. The room felt big. And small. And too real.

"Alright." Elena said, flipping open a tray of sample bands, all lined in rows with tiny cards that probably had words like platinum and cushion cut on them. "Let’s talk about her. What does she like?"

Matt blinked at the rings for a second, overwhelmed by sparkle. Then he focused.

"She actually wears a lot of jewelry." He started, voice calmer now that they were actually talking logistics. "She wears gold more than silver, but like both. And she hates anything super chunky or loud. She's more into the delicate, kinda simple stuff. Like she has these tiny gold hoops she wears almost every day and these little rings that look like... minimalist or whatever."

Elena nodded, already pulling a few bands from the tray and setting them aside.

"This gives us a lot to play with, actually."

"Good." Matt said, nodding. "She also... okay, I don’t know if this helps, but she likes stuff that’s classic but not boring, y’know? She’s not trendy. That sounds kinda corny, but..."

"No, that’s perfect." Elena said, already unlocking another small drawer in the case nearby.

Matt glanced down at all the million options, fingers drumming a quiet beat against the edge as his brain tried to concentrate.

Fuck, he wished his brothers were there.

Chris would’ve made him laugh to calm him down while Nick would’ve asked twenty questions about resale value and the clarity of the stone or whatever.

It was weird doing something this big without them next to him. Like losing your phone and realizing how much you depended on it. He was so used to them being right there in every step.

But not this time.

This was just him.

"Here." Elena said gently, breaking the spiral as she placed a new tray in front of him. "I think we’re getting close."

Matt leaned in, eyes scanning the rings. One stood out immediately.

It was delicate, so thin he almost missed the band entirely. A single oval-cut diamond sat in the middle with six claws holding it in place, no extra flash, no weird shapes, just clean and clear and... her.

He pointed to it, eyebrows lifting slightly.

"That one’s really nice."

Elena smiled like she’d been waiting for him to say that.

"That’s one of our most classic solitaire styles. Platinum band. Oval diamond."

He tilted his head.

"Yeah... she’d actually wear that. Like she’d live in that."

"Exactly." Elena said. "You want something she’ll love now and thirty years from now."

They added a curved matching band that hugged the engagement ring perfectly. It looked like the two rings were designed to never be apart.

Matt stared at them for a second too long.

"Can I- uh... get a second to record this?" He asked, already reaching for his camera and bringing it closer.

He lifted the box gently, showing the rings to the lens and whispering.

"This is the one. I hope you love it."

The big screen flicked for a millisecond before showing the banner with 'SURPRISE' written in big white letters.

The noise was immediate, and it only seemed to increase when the countdown appeared seconds after, huge and bold across the giant screen. The numbers started ticking down from 5, all in that signature grainy style.

The theater echoed with voices. People clutched their phones tighter. Someone behind Y/N whispered a breathless "Oh my god, it has to be Matt", but she didn’t even register it at first, her eyes glued to the screen.

And then, there he was.

Matt.

Standing in front of a camera, looking directly into it while adjusting his tie.

The crowd lost it.

They weren’t even at fault for their reaction. Six shows had passed through, and Matt wasn't the one bringing a solo surprise in none of them.

Matt smiled at the screams. He stood up from the orange couch on the left, where he’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder with Chris, and grabbed his mic.

The crowd didn’t calm down. If anything, they screamed harder, but there was something about his nervous little laugh that softened everything around it.

He walked to the side of the stage, shoes scuffing the dark wood, and turned toward one of the wooden shelves that were part of the set.

"Okay, okay." Matt said into the mic, voice shaking slightly but still him. "I’m gonna need you guys to chill a little, like, just enough for me to hear myself, alright?"

The crowd laughed but actually obeyed. Kind of.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time." He admitted, glancing out at the audience like they were all his best friends and not strangers in a dark room. "And I’ve honestly never been this nervous before."

He paused.

Looked down.

And without needing to search, his eyes dropped straight to the middle seat in the front row.

Y/N.

There she was, sitting all cute and clueless, smiling so big it almost hurt him. She had that gentle sparkle in her eyes that only came out when she was happy in quiet ways.

She had no idea. Not even close. And God, she was going to freak out.

Matt felt his heart full-on trip over itself.

She was wearing the red and black Ralph Lauren jacket he had used on Philadelphia, and her hands were folded over her legs. She was watching him like she was proud just to see him standing there. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And that made it worse.

And better.

And way harder not to cry.

Chris and Nick were now on the left couch, explaining the dynamics of the live broadcast channel and the hint Matt was going to show to the public.

"Matt." Chris called, adjusting his mic. "We’re gonna be here all night if you don’t open that damn shelf."

The crowd cracked up.

Matt rolled his eyes dramatically to the audience, grinning as he turned back toward the cabinet door.

"Okay." He said, laughing through his nose. He reached out, fingers gripping the cool handle. "Let’s see what the hint is."

He pulled it open.

A ring.

Not the ring.

Just a ring.

It was chunky and bold and totally not bridal. Something from Paula, their stylist. Gold with a flat top, engraved with something random that didn’t matter.

Matt grabbed it and shut the cabinet again, turning around. He made his way back to the couch, but instead of sitting down, he stood in front of his brothers and held up the ring for them to see.

Nick leaned forward.

"What is that? A mafia ring?"

Chris squinted.

"Wait, wait- is your surprise a jewelry line? Are you releasing jewelry for Yesterday's Problem now?"

The mention of Matt's mystery brand made a crazy effect over the crowd, who screamed and begged for it to be about Yesterday's Problem.

Matt raised his eyebrows at the youngest.

"No, of course not." He pressed his lips together in a smug kind of way, then looked over his shoulder to the crowd. "Y’all are so off." He laughed under his breath.

Nick sat back with his arms crossed.

"This is too vague."

Matt ignored him. He tucked the fake ring in his jacket right pocket, feeling it clinking against the hidden velvet box, and finally walked over to the opposite couch.

He sat down slowly, smoothing his jeans and adjusting his mic. And for the first time, he looked up, not at the crowd, not at his brothers, but to the grandstand section near the side stage.

He found them instantly.

His parents. Nate. Mikayla. Sam.

All there. All watching.

Their expressions were... hard to read. Focused. Neutral, but expectant. His mom had her hands clasped near her chin, her brows slightly knit. His dad was still.

Matt swallowed. Looked back to the screen.

"Well, let's see what I did."

And then the video started.

It didn’t come with any fanfare or intro, which already made it so different from the slow builds Chris and Nick did for theirs.

"Okay."

Video-Matt’s voice crackled through the speakers, low and kind of nervous. On screen, the camera shook slightly as he clicked on it and flipped the screen to face him. He waved awkwardly with his free hand, his expression caught between a smile and full-on panic.

"Hi, uh, so I guess this is happening."

A wave of laughter rippled across the theater at how awkwardly he opened the video.

On stage, Chris squinted at the screen, tilting his head.

"Wait, where even is he?"

Matt hadn’t said it, but the massive, gleaming Tiffany & Co. logo was reflected behind him in the video - polished silver letters on a blue-tinted wall.

The moment the logo came into focus, Nick let out a confused noise beside Chris, practically leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Is that-"

"Bro, is he in Tiffany’s?" Chris finished, brows furrowed.

Even Y/N blinked in quiet surprise. Her head tilted slightly as she watched Matt on the screen set the camera down on a sleek little table inside the boutique. She’d never seen him even mention Tiffany jewelry. Vivienne Westwood was his thing, silver chains, edgy rings.

But she still smiled wide because he looked nervous as hell.

Matt, onscreen, muttered something about having emailed the brand beforehand to ask for permission to film, even flashing a crumpled printout of the email at the camera.

"I even brought it printed." He chuckled under his breath, clearly trying not to combust from stress as he fixed the frame.

Back on stage, Chris snorted.

"Why does he look like he’s about to commit a crime?"

Nick leaned toward the mic.

"Your surprise is that you stole some expensive jewelry, Matt?"

The crowd laughed again, some people clapping, some just wheezing into their hands.

Y/N was frowning now, eyes glued to the screen. Matt hadn’t looked that nervous since- well, since he asked her to move in with him from Boston to LA years ago.

On screen, Matt sat down at the table, his fingers tapping a beat on the edge like he couldn’t stop moving.

Moments later, a woman walked into frame - sleek black outfit, small Tiffany-blue name tag pinned to her chest.

"Hi there. Matthew, right?" She asked with a kind smile.

Matt stood up too fast and then kind of froze mid-stand like he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. He hovered awkwardly for a moment before sitting back down with a stiff, nervous nod.

Y/N laughed quietly, leaning forward in her seat.

"Oh, baby..." She mumbled, her heart just full.

"I’m Elena." The woman said, settling into the chair across from him. "Thanks for coming in today. I’ve been informed of your plans."

On the couch, Nick let out a quiet, "What plans?"

Chris nudged him but was just as confused.

"That’s great! Thank you." Matt said in the video, his voice an octave higher than normal.

Elena smiled, clearly used to this kind of energy.

"Don’t worry. You’re definitely not the first person to come in here with that look on your face. You’re shopping for an engagement ring, yes?"

The theater went silent.

Chris blinked.

Nick sat all the way back into the couch like the air had been punched out of him.

The crowd gasped.

And Y/N... Y/N froze entirely.

Her jaw went slack. Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, twitched.

Did she hear that right?

Chris was the first to react.

"Wait- WHAT?" He half-shouted into his mic.

Nick was still staring at the screen, eyebrows drawn so hard together that they were practically touching.

"She just said- she said engagement- he- what?"

The audience exploded in a mix of laughter, shocked screams, and collective gasping.

Y/N covered her mouth, eyes glued to the screen, heart pounding in her chest so loud it drowned everything else out.

She didn’t blink.

She didn’t breathe.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the boy on the screen, the boy she’d loved quietly, gently, patiently, for what felt like forever, who was sitting inside Tiffany & Co., looking like he was going to throw up from nerves, and apparently about to buy a ring.

For her.

Matt had been planning this.

He had planned this entire thing.

"Oh my god." She whispered behind her hand, her voice shaking with shock and joy and every emotion crashing together in her chest.

Chris turned slowly to look at her from the stage, his mouth slightly open like he was seeing the twist in a movie.

"You knew about this?" He asked, pointing to the screen.

Y/N shook her head so fast it almost made her dizzy.

"How could I know this, Chris?!" She squeaked, the words barely coming out.

Nick blinked rapidly, rubbing his forehead.

"Chris, a wedding propose is supposed to be a secret to the one being proposed."

But Chris still hadn’t recovered.

"A ring, dude. Like... for real. We’re on stage, and he’s proposing?"

Y/N sat back slowly, staring up at the screen like it was made of stars. Her lips trembled, not from sadness or fear or anything close to hesitation, but just from the way her entire soul felt like it was floating.

This wasn’t just a surprise.

This was Matt.

Her Matt.

And somehow, he’d managed to turn an ordinary night into the most extraordinary moment of her life.

The video continued playing, but no one really moved.

The entire theater was still.

Hearts pounding.

Eyes wide.

Waiting for the big moment.

The last frame of the surprise video froze on the big screen, the tiny velvet box open in Matt’s hand, his voice low and trembling, whispering like a private secret.

"This is the one. I hope you love it."

And then... nothing. The screen went black.

For a second - two, maybe three - the entire venue was suspended in absolute silence. No screams, no gasps, no whispers. Just air. Thick and vibrating with a kind of collective disbelief that made everything feel just a little unreal, like the world had glitched and was still buffering.

Then someone - probably a fan in the front row - gasped out loud.

And the silence cracked.

A mix of choked sobs, happy cries, shocked laughter, and chaotic squeals broke like a wave through the audience.

Mary Lou covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide and glossy. Mikayla had literal tears streaming down her cheeks, clutching the side of Nate's hoodie. Even the tour crew was caught off guard, one of the lighting guys had his jaw dropped like he was about to cry.

Nick blinked rapidly and turned toward Chris, totally stunned.

And then there was Y/N.

She was still seated, her mouth parted just slightly, her eyes wide and blinking slow, like she was trying to make sense of gravity again. Her entire body felt... floaty. Like she wasn’t quite in the room anymore. Like she was watching someone else live her life and was just now realizing that someone else was... her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her hands felt cold and sweaty at the same time. She couldn’t move. She didn’t even breathe.

And then Matt stood up.

Still on stage, in front of the giant screen, with tears in his eyes and his heart practically written all over his face.

He looked at her.

Just her.

And the noise around them blurred into something distant and unimportant. He brought the mic up to his lips, eyes momentarily running from hers.

"Can- uh, can one of you help her up here?" He asked, nodding toward the security guard on the right side of the stage, voice trembling through the speakers.

The crowd seemed to become louder.

Screams. Cries. People clapping and jumping. Y/N could barely process the guard gently approaching her, a soft smile on his face, as he reached out a hand.

She blinked at him.

Then blinked again.

"Come on, sweetheart." Matt said into the mic, his voice cracking. His smile was soft and a little wobbly. "It’s okay."

That’s when her legs finally moved. Barely. But they moved.

The crowd cheered louder as she slowly stood up, holding her shaky hands to her chest, fingers scratching against the glitter of her shirt - the same one that Nick was using.

She followed the security guard to the edge of the stage, the warm lights making everything feel more surreal, more floaty. Like a fever dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

And then, she was there.

Up on stage.

Everything around her was blurry except for him.

Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt.

Standing there, eyes glassy, hands twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. He looked like he was holding back a loud cry.

"Come here, angel." He said again, softer this time. Just for her.

She walked toward him slowly. Feet barely touching the stage, everything trembling. The lights, the crowd, the sound, it all disappeared as she reached him and stopped a foot away.

His voice was shaking. His hands were shaking. But when he looked at her, it was solid. Sure. Like there was nothing else he believed in more than her.

"Okay." Matt started, laughing nervously and brushing his fingers under his eye. "Uhm... wow. Okay. So... I had this whole thing in my head. Like, how I was gonna say it. But now I’m just... losing it."

She let out a teary laugh. So did the crowd.

Matt looked down for a second, then back up, voice steadier this time.

"I love you." He said first, like he had to just get that out before anything else. "I love you so much."

Y/N let out a shaky breath. Her hands came up to her mouth, eyes already overflowing.

"You’ve been with me through everything. Everything, Y/N. When I was nobody. When we were filming in our parents' kitchen and only getting a hundred views. When I had zero dollars to my name. When I moved to LA with my brothers and literally lived on hope. You were there."

He sniffled.

"You’ve always been there."

Her whole body was trembling now. She could barely stand straight.

Matt stepped a little closer, reaching out with one shaky hand to hold hers, gripping tight like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"I’m not good with words. You know that." He said, voice wobbling but warm. "But you- you’re everything to me. You’re the reason I’m even here. Not just like, here here." He gestured around at the stage. "But like- here."

Her lips quivered as she sobbed softly, squeezing his hand.

"I wake up every day, and I can’t believe I get to love you. That you love me back. That I get to see you reading on the couch or ranting about your series or dancing while you brush your teeth. You’re the best part of my day, every day." Another laugh cracked in his throat, wet and breathless. "I brought your perfume with me to Vegas so my shirts smelled like you. That’s where I’m at. That’s how far gone I am."

Y/N let out a choked laugh through her tears, wiping at her eyes, her fingertips coming out black with mascara. Matt laughed too, even as a tear rolled down his cheek.

And then he reached into the right pocket of his jacket.

The room seemed to still again.

He pulled out the small velvet box. Hands trembling.

She bit her lip. A hand flew to her chest.

And then Matt was getting down.

On one knee.

His knee hit the stage softly. He opened the box again, showing two beautiful rings sparkling under the lights, and tried to hold it up while still holding the mic. But his hands were too full.

Chris was already moving before Matt could even think of asking for help. He ran up to them, gently taking Matt’s mic right out of his hand, and held it up close to Matt’s mouth for him.

Matt looked up at his brother, breathless and laughing softly through the emotion.

"Thanks." He whispered, voice cracking.

Chris just smiled his widest smile, his eyes shining with tears, and nodded.

Matt turned back to Y/N, holding up the box in his shaking hands.

"Y/N." He said. "Please, allow me to spend the rest of my life by your side. Will you marry me?"

And it was like the world held its breath.

All she could do was nod at first, crying and covering her face. Then she laughed through her tears and choked out.

"Yes. Yes. Oh my god- yes!"

The crowd exploded. Screams. Cries. Phones held high. Some people literally jumped. Nick tackled Chris in a hug. Their mom sobbed against Jimmy.

Matt stood up and pulled her into his arms so fast the empty box slipped, and they both stumbled a bit, laughing and crying and shaking.

And when he kissed her, right there in front of everyone, it wasn’t polished or pretty. It was messy. And emotional. And real.

"I love you so much." He whispered in her ear.

And she whispered back.

"I can’t believe you’re mine."

They stood there for a long time, just holding each other.

Two people on a stage. In front of thousands.

"The 'getting down on one knee' thing was successfully approved, Matt." Nick's voice echoed around the room from the speakers before two more bodies collapsed around them, holding them close.

They were the only ones in the world.

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SURPRISE PARTY TOUR: BOSTON'S ENGAGEMENT PROPOSAL * MATT STURNIOLO * TAGLIST 2

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[eeyoresturnz]

Sobbing . This was so well executed 🥹🥹

[vanteguccir]

omg stop, you're the sweetest 🥺 I'm so glad you liked it 😔🤍

[sturns-mermaid-deactivated20250]

NERD CHRIS .ᐟ

WARNINGS: [ porn with little plot, reader pov, nerd chris, sub chris, p in v, unprotected (no no), creampie]

based on this post , part 2

not proof read (sorry) | wc: 489 | divider: @cafekitsune

Chris is a goody two shoes, he always had the best grades and he won many ribbons for exceeding in school. You, however, were the school's troublemaker, your parents had paid your way through college, you tried for like a week and then gave up. It was pointless, you would never get the best grades or understand any of the material.

Everyone always asked you why you even bothered to show up to class or come on campus at all, after your parents had offered to pay the rent for a studio apartment nearby. The thing was Chris caught your eye, he was nerdy with his glasses and messy hair. You started completely failing your classes so your counselor could assign you a tutor, and that’s how you and Chris had become close.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, Chris on top of you panting into your ear as he slowly thrusted into your greedy cunt. “Mama…can’t stop mmh feels so good” he pants heavy breaths between each word, his warm breath fanning over your skin. Your legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him impossibly closer to you, making him hit all the right spots. “Such a good boy for me, keep going” you praised, pushing his hair out of his face as you stared at him, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

“Mama, gonna come inside…can’t…” he sputters, his thrusts getting even sloppier as you feel his member twitch along your gummy walls, his warm seeding pumping into you. “Fuck, Chris!” you moan loudly, your breasts bouncing with each movement. His body fell limp against you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath. After a moment, the realization dawned on him, realizing he came inside of you.

He quickly sits up, pulling out of you, eyebrows furrowed as he wipes his foggy glasses off on his shirt. “Mm, sorry.. Felt too good I should've have pulled out.. Got carried away,” he sputters, fumbling to put his glasses back on his face. You sit up, resting on your knees as you squirm closer to him, moving his shaky hands away from his face as you help him put his glasses back on. His big blue eye fluttered open as he blinked, staring at you.

“Hey, it’s okay baby. Don’t stress about it, okay?” you mutter cupping his face and pressing a few kisses on his pouty lips. Chris nods eagerly, his hands moving to cover yours on his face as he leans into your touch. “Come here, watch your come ooze out of me” you whisper leaning back onto your bed as you spread your legs giving him a perfect view of his release seeping from your hole.

You giggle seeing his member twitch at the sight, his finger moving to push up his glasses before he speaks. “Can we go again?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

a/n: idk how to feel about sub chris

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[mattybsgroupie]

— edging chris with a vibrator

★ happy birthday to my dear @ariestrxsh! you’re a blessing in my life and i’m so grateful for your existence — this one’s for you! this blurb is a part of my milf!reader X sub!chris au ★

the vibrator buzzes loudly against his skin, but chris manages to be louder. he’s no longer hearing your voice, solely focusing on holding himself back. he asked for it — he wanted to be punished.

“m-mama!” chris moans, fighting his approaching release. “‘m gonna c-cum!” he says, begging for your permission. that’s when you lower the intensity of the toy, removing it from his swollen tip and slowly dragging it down his length. chris whines in frustration due the lack of contact, the spasms taking over his legs displaying how close he was.

you chuckle at his desperation, ruffling his hair and tucking a strand behind his ear. droplets of sweat drip from his temples, his cheeks burning red. “are you gonna admit you tried to make mama jealous on purpose?” you asked, and chris looks away. a pout forms on his lips as he denies with his head.

“then you’re not cumming” you say, turning the vibrator on. you press the highest setting, placing it directly on his tip. a loud cry escapes from the back of his throat as chris throws his head back. he tries his best to hold himself, but the pre-cum oozing from his slit shows he’s seconds away from cumming.

you pull the toy away once more, delighted with the sight of an exhausted, fucked out chris. “‘m sorry!” he whines, tears forming on the corners of his baby blue eyes. “‘m sorry mama didn’t— didn’t mean to” chris cries, tears running down his cheeks. “jus’ wan’ be your good boy mama please”

“wanna be my good boy?” you coo, wiping his dampened skin. chris nods desperately, his chest panting heavily. “yes mommy ‘m good boy” you smile at his desperation, finally bringing the toy back to his cock. his hips unwittingly buck upwards, his moans growing louder each second.

“c-can’t hold it! please!” chris says as his whimpers turn to small cries. the toy keeps buzzing against his swollen, sensitive tip as your free hand cups his balls, gently massaging them. you shower chris with praises, finally allowing him to release his so delayed orgasm.

he is a mess. his hair glues against his forehead as he drools, his mouth open in exhaustion. thick ropes of cum paint his lower tummy in white while his slit still leaks, as if he had more cum left. “my good, good boy” you smile before placing a kiss on his forehead, knowing his mama was all he needed right now.

[blushsturns]

title: love in every corner

word count: 1705

description: girl dad!chris can’t wait to meet his babies

Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Chris has been over the moon excited. He did everything he possibly could to make this pregnancy as easy and painless as possible, even when you spent hours on end crouched over the toilet, throwing up everything you ate, or even smelled. He’d hold your hair back, whispering sweet nothings and encouraging words as you cried, tears staining your cheeks.

He took you to your doctor appointments–making sure he got to witness each ultrasound and see the baby you both created getting bigger and stronger within each month. Chris would make sure you’re taking your prenatals, staying off your feet if you were working too hard, and showering you with love and affection when you got extra emotional or felt insecure with your body changing.

When you both found out you were having twin girls, he cried. He told you he’s always dreamt of being a girl dad, spoiling his little girl rotten and protecting her from the crazy world. You were carrying two little girls in your tummy–growing bigger by the day. It was such a beautiful moment when you both felt their little kicks against your tummy. Chris had gasped in surprise, his eyes welling up in tears and his hand against your belly. The little kicks fluttered against his hand, his ocean blue eyes staring directly into yours. “Those are my strong little girls in there. Daddy can’t wait to meet you, babies.” He cooed happily to your tummy, making your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe how it was possible to love someone more and more each day, but here you were, head over heels in love with him.

You were in the third trimester and it was becoming harder to do daily tasks, your feet aching faster than usual and getting out of breath doing simple things like getting yourself ready for the day. Chris supported you in every single way, but also made sure to give you your independence so you didn’t feel powerless–unable to do anything on your own, even with your belly growing in size by the day.

You both had bought paint today from the store and a bunch of adorable pink decor for the baby's nursery. You really wanted to help him with the nursery, but your back and feet ached anytime you were on your feet too long.

“How about this. I work on the nursery as long as it takes me, and then I’ll surprise you with it when I’m finished. What do you think?” Chris had asked you as you both stood there in the empty bedroom that was soon to be your twin babies nursery. You hated knowing you couldn’t do much to help, but knowing Chris was offering and genuinely seemed so excited made you feel so much better about it.

“Okay, Chris. Only if you want to.” You flashed him a small smile, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder as he immediately wrapped his arm around you to pull you close to his body, his hand resting on your tummy.

He pressed a soft kiss to your head, his lips lingering against your hair as his eyes closed, taking in the sweet aroma of your eucalyptus shampoo. “You kidding? I want to. Of course I want to. Anything for my girls.” He grinned widely and pulled away only to crouch down in front of you, lifting your shirt up to expose your pregnant belly. He placed several kisses against it. “I can’t wait to meet my little angels.”

Seeing Chris like this made your heart so happy. You couldn’t wait to see him with the twins when they were finally here in the world. He was going to be such an amazing dad.

Over the course of three days, Chris worked hard. You made sure not to sneak a peak at all the hard work Chris had been doing in the nursery, but he worked hard and even asked Matt and Nick to come help and you were grateful they were able to help him so it wasn’t all on him.

“You’re going to love the room. It’s so cute.” Nick had stepped away to sit next to you on the couch to keep you company. Your feet were reclined on the table, your back pressed up against the couch. You loved his brothers so much, they were like the brothers you never had.

The anticipation of seeing the room was getting stronger, just like the little kicks your babies were delivering to your tummy. Nick and Matt were so excited to be able to feel their little kicks as you all sat around in the living room watching some trash reality tv show on Netflix, not even paying attention to it. Chris’ arm wrapped around you and pulled you close into his side as you snuggled against him.

As you looked around the room at Chris and his brothers, laughing hysterically over something Nick had said, you knew right in that moment that this was the happiest you have ever been in your entire life.

Chris had finally finished the nursery, his arms and clothes were covered in pink paint, but he didn’t look tired at all. His smile brightened as he found you in the kitchen grabbing a drink of water.

“Baby! Are you ready to see it?” He beamed, his smile widened as he leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

You kissed him back softly before pulling away with a wide grin on your lips. You could hardly contain yourself, you were so excited to see all the hard work that Chris had put into the nursery. “Of course I am! I’ve only been waiting since the moment we found out we were pregnant.”

Chris chuckled at your words and immediately grabbed your hand to lead you to the bedroom, the door closed, but the door had a pretty welcome flower sign on it. “Ready?” He flashed you a wide grin, his hand on the doorknob as he awaited your reply.

“Stop teasing me and open the damn door.” You realized you came across as very snippy when you didn’t mean to, your hormones all over the place. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t seem offended or anything. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, flashing him a small smile. “Sorry, I’m just hormonal and excited. I’m ready, baby.”

He chuckled softly and nodded his head before taking in a deep breath and opening up the door to your twin’s new nursery.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the sight in front of you: the room was a pleasantly warm pink color with princess decor all over. Two cribs faced the wall with a dresser next to it, a changing table and a small little cubby for books to read. Toys filled a bin when they start playing with toys, the cutest lights dangled along the walls, a cute disney lamp placed on top of the nightstand, adorable little hearts and star stickers around the walls.

“Chris..” You tried to speak, but his name was the only thing that fell from your lips. You felt your eyes well up in tears as you stared at the room before back over at Chris who looked incredibly proud and excited, his smile widening as he stared at you for your reaction.

You blinked back a couple tears, shaking your head in disbelief. How was he real? How are you so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend like him? “Baby, oh don’t cry.” He immediately wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close, your belly pressed up against him. “Happy tears?”

All you could do was nod your head, the emotions flooding out of you as you wrap your arms around him and rest your head onto his shoulder, tears spilling down your cheeks. Not only have you been snippy, you’ve also been super emotional during this pregnancy. Luckily, Chris was still by your side and loved you no matter what. “It’s beautiful, Chris. You’re so amazing. You’re going to be such a wonderful dad, you know that?”

Chris grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, running his hand up and down your back in a comforting motion. “And you’re going to be such a magnificent mom. I love you so much.” He murmured his words against your hair, holding your body close to his, even with your belly in between the two of you.

Labor was excruciating, but it was worth it. 12 hours later, and your baby girls have arrived in the world. Melody and Harmony Sturniolo, perfect, beautiful, and healthy.

You laid there on the hospital bed, feeling exhausted as ever, but no amount of exhaustion would make you miss the opportunity to lay in the hospital bed with your newborn babies and the most amazing boyfriend and dad in the world.

Chris laid next to you on the bed, holding Melody to his chest, while you held Harmony, looking down at the both of them, your fingertips tracing along her smooth skin. Your heart felt so full, so warm. You looked over at Chris, who was also smiling down at his precious girls, before back up at you with love and adoration filled in his gaze. “You did that, sweetheart. You delivered the most precious babies, bringing them into the world. I couldn’t love you more than I do now.” He leaned in to press soft kisses to your temple as he held your baby girl to his chest.

You leaned your head on his, smiling down at your babies before looking over at Chris with a warm smile on your face. “I can’t wait to bring them home and into their amazing new nursery thanks to their daddy.”

Chris grinned widely, his free arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled up against him.

In this moment, it was just your perfect little family and nothing and nobody else mattered.

It was safe to say you have never been happier in your entire life.

You can’t wait to raise these beautiful girls with the love of your life.

notes: i’m not sure if this has been done, but i had the idea and decided to write it. i’ve had the worst writer’s block, but trying to write when/what i can. love and miss you guys. -n

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[ilililiilililiilililiil]

ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x FWB.ᐟ Matt

Matt takes care of you while drunk and tells you how he really feels...

⚠︎ being drunk, brief mentions of sickness, confessions, angst, minor fluff

“C’mon,” Matt urges, pulling your sluggish body against his own as he tries to guide you to his bed. 

Giggles are pouring from your lips, your eyes hooded and pupils dilated as your gaze floats around his room. The night sky and street lights are peeking in through his window as you let your body melt onto his sheets, greedily inhaling the familiar scent. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened. You’ve been getting wasted left and right recently, almost as if you’re trying to make up for all the times you had to bail on friends to be with your sorry excuse of an ex boyfriend. 

“Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?” he tuts, reaching for some of the makeup wipes he has stashed away in his nightstand, the hypoallergenic ones he knows you typically use. 

Brushing some of the wild hairs away from your flushed face, he wipes gently. “Look up,” he directs, sighing as you comply, allowing him to remove the mascara that had fallen under your eyes. 

Your lips are slightly parted as you stare up at him, his face hovering over yours as he cleans your skin thoroughly. The drunken daze consumes your instincts, no thoughts or doubts clouding your mind before your smile widens. 

“You’re prettttyyyy,” you compliment, your hands petting over his shoulders as he cocks a slight smile at you. The words are barely coherent, they’re so slurred that he’s sure you won’t remember this tomorrow. 

Matt knows you probably shouldn’t be getting this trashed so often, but he doesn’t really care, he knows it’s coming from a desperate place of wanting to feel like you’re finally catching up with all your friends. 

Plus, you’ve been feeling lonely. You don’t send a good-morning and goodnight text to your ex anymore, you’re never having to constantly respond to anyone in such an expected way. 

You’re not trying to hurt yourself—you’re trying to heal.

Matt can understand it. He doesn’t love it, but he doesn’t mind as long as he knows he gets to take care of you.

And...sometimes he takes the opportunity of being able to pour his heart out to you, knowing you won’t remember it in the morning. It feels good to at least say it. 

Throwing the makeup wipe in the trash, Matt crawls into bed, tugging you under his arms as he keeps you laying on your side for precaution. You’re already snoring, your untamed hair tickling on his face as he holds you a little bit tighter. 

“I love you.” 

His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. There’s no point in saying it. You won’t remember and it only gives him a false hope of maybe actually being able to say it one day. 

But it helps ease the ache in his heart—it helps him cope with reality.

A/N: Based on anon request (with slight changes to fit better). Hope ya liked it and I'm sorry in advance !

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[strnilolover]

this is paparazzi!matt btw, anytime he wears a leather jacket 😼

creds to @/sarassturn on instagram

[oopsiedaisydeer]

HOT HOT HOT

[mattscoquette]

waitress!reader trying to take a crack at burnout!chris

the bell above the door rang throughout the restaurant as it flung open, chris striding over to his normal spot up at the counter.

“good morning, sunshine!” you chirped as you greeted him with a smile, placing his usual coffee order (plain black coffee, no sugar or anything) down in front of him, “you’re late today.”

“don’t call me that,” chris grumbled, taking a sip, “and i ran out of cigarettes last night and had to grab a pack this morning, that’s why.”

you frowned slightly, twirling one of your pigtail around your ring clad finger. “that’s so bad for you, y’should try ‘n find some other stress outlet.”

he shook his head, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you, “yeah? got any ideas in mind?”

you shrugged playfully, bouncing over to the kitchen window to grab the food that just came in as you continued to talk. “i dunno, maybe reading? going for a walk, there’s this trail by my house that i absolutely adore and-“

“i get it, i get it. thanks.” chris mumbled, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. on a good night, chris was lucky if he got anything more than four hours. last night wasn’t one of those nights unfortunately. “do you have anything stronger than this?”

“i can brew a fresh pot for you, i’ll see what kinda coffee we have in the back,” you smiled, placing a plate of bacon down in front of chris on your way to the kitchen. reading the confused look on his face, you called out to him saying the cook made an extra plate by mistake.

he grinned slightly as he watched you go, looking down at the plate at the bacon arranged into a smiley face. made by mistake, my ass he thought as he grabbed a piece, taking a bite.

you returned a few minutes later, a small container of coffee beans in your hands as you stopped at the coffee machine in front of chris, pouring the beans into the grinder.

“in the last six months you’ve been coming here, i don’t think i’ve seen you crack a genuine smile yet,” you wondered aloud, turning around to face chris who seemed like he was on another planet.

“i only smile when i have a good reason to.”

you frowned as you poured the coffee grinds into the machine, beginning to brew enough for a few cups for chris only.

“i’m gonna make sure that changes soon.”

© mattscoquette

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ first blurb for burnout!chris x waitress!reader !!!! pls send asks ab themmm :) love u all <33

[submattenthusiast-deactivated20]

they’re so cuteness

[hearts4sturn]

A DAY TO FORGET – CHRIS STURNIOLO

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: based off chris saying he can’t go to bed angry from an argument! warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of an argument, angst (resolved)

a thick tension hung in the air—dense and unmoving, like fog that refused to lift. it had settled between them hours ago, creeping into every corner of the apartment, wrapping around their silence like a shroud. neither of them had spoken since the argument. neither of them wanted to be the first to break.

it had started off so simple—harmless, even. she’d only asked chris to help run a bath while she unpacked the groceries. it wasn’t a demand, just a quiet request after a long, draining day. but chris, already on edge from a frustrating shoot and a full afternoon of sniping with his brothers, didn’t take it well. he snapped—words sharper than he intended, voice louder than it needed to be. he was angry. tired. misunderstood. and instead of unpacking that, he let it spill, let it leak out in ways he didn’t mean—let it land on her.

she hadn’t deserved it.

now they were holed up in their own corners of the apartment, divided not just by walls, but by the weight of everything left unsaid. y/n had disappeared into the bedroom almost as soon as they’d walked through the door, too worn down to argue and too hurt to sit near him like nothing happened. chris had planted himself on the couch, back rigid, expression blank, a muted tv flickering in front of him, casting cold shadows across the room. he wasn’t watching it. he wasn’t even really seeing anything. his mind had been stuck in rewind for hours, looping the fight on repeat.

the clock had long passed eleven-thirty. the house was quiet—eerily so. even the occasional creak of the floorboards or the hum of the fridge felt louder in the stillness, like the house itself was holding its breath. it was nearing midnight, and though their bodies were exhausted, their minds stayed stubborn. still no movement. still no words.

y/n sighed, the sound barely louder than the fan in the corner. she’d been lying in bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly—eyes glossing over photos, captions, videos. none of it stuck. none of it mattered. eventually, she set it aside, the soft thud of it hitting the nightstand sounding final, like a period on the end of a sentence neither of them wanted to finish. she pulled herself out of bed slowly, dragging her feet toward the bathroom to start her routine. brush teeth. wash face. hair up. everything felt mechanical. empty.

chris heard her through the walls—he always did. every soft splash of water, the gentle clink of bottles closing, the sound of her slippers on the tile. he knew her rhythm by heart. and every sound was another reminder: she was just a few feet away, but she felt miles from him tonight.

still, he didn’t move.

his pride rooted him in place, even as guilt curled in his chest like smoke. thick and choking.

when she returned, y/n crawled into bed wordlessly. the sheets felt cold, untouched on his side. the emptiness beside her was glaring. even though she tried to relax, her body wouldn’t settle. sleep wouldn’t come. she curled in on herself, facing the wall, the silence pressing in like a second skin. she hated falling asleep without him—hated the quiet where his warmth used to be, the missing weight of his arm pulling her close, the soft rise and fall of his breathing beside her. she missed it already. but tonight, she had no choice but to go without.

until—finally—chris gave in.

the silence was too heavy now. the regret too loud. he couldn’t take it anymore.

he stood slowly, limbs stiff, and padded toward their bedroom. the hallway light spilled ahead of him, soft and golden. he paused at the doorway, hand resting on the frame, heart beating harder than it should’ve been for something so simple. he wasn’t sure what kind of reception he’d get—if she’d be too hurt, too tired, too far gone. but he had to try.

he stepped inside.

the room was dark, save for the gentle glow spilling from the bathroom. y/n laid curled on her side, tucked into herself, her breathing slow and even. asleep—or almost there.

he crossed the room quietly, sinking to his knees beside the bed.

“baby?” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he reached out, fingers brushing her arm. “baby, wake up... please.”

he didn’t shake her—just a soft nudge. just enough to stir her. he hated doing it. hated pulling her out of the little rest she was finally getting. but he hated the thought of going to bed angry even more. it made his skin itch. his chest ache. what if something happened overnight? what if she woke up still hurt—or didn’t wake up at all? he couldn’t stand the idea of their last words being the ones he’d said in anger.

y/n stirred, blinking slowly, her voice thick with sleep. “chris?”

“baby…” he breathed again, climbing into bed and sliding close, pulling her into his arms with a kind of caution, like he didn’t know if she’d let him. “can we talk? about earlier…”

she nestled her face against his hoodie, her eyes already starting to close again. “can we leave it until tomorrow?” she murmured. her tone wasn’t cold. just tired. but she didn’t pull away.

chris held her tighter. “no, baby. you know how i get. i can’t go to sleep like this… not with you.”

he exhaled shakily, letting the words come now. “i’m so, so sorry. today was... hell. nick and matt wouldn’t stop arguing, i got blamed for something stupid during my meeting... it just built up, and then you asked for something so simple, and i snapped. i took it out on you. and that’s not okay. you didn’t do anything wrong. not one thing. and i just... exploded. i hate that i did that.”

y/n opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the dim light. her expression was soft now, the raw edge of the fight dulled into something gentler. “it’s okay, chris... it wasn’t all on you. i shouldn’t have pushed. i should’ve noticed you needed space.”

he shook his head, immediate. “no. you were just trying to help. i shut down. i got defensive. it was a dumb fight. stupid. i hate that i made you feel like i was mad at you.”

her fingers reached up, brushing the line of his jaw. “it’s okay,” she whispered again. “really. i’m not upset anymore.”

he leaned in, kissing her temple softly, letting his lips linger there like an apology. “i love you,” he murmured. “so, so much.”

“i love you too, chris,” she whispered back, her body finally starting to relax in his arms.

he tucked her in closer, their legs tangling beneath the blankets. the distance between them finally closed.

“we’re good?” he asked, just to be sure.

she gave a quiet laugh, warm and sleepy. “we’re good.”

“good,” he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed one last kiss to her shoulder. “i don’t ever want to fight with you again.”

and for a moment, there was peace. real peace. the kind that settles into your bones and lets you breathe easier. the kind that only comes after forgiveness. after choosing to stay.

but then—y/n shifted, lifting her head slightly, her voice soft.

“wait…”

“hm?” chris mumbled, already half-asleep, his arms still wrapped around her.

“chris… did you brush your teeth before bed?”

a pause. a sheepish smile.

“…oops.”

y/n pulled back just enough to squint at him in the dark. “you mean to tell me you came in here with apology breath?”

chris groaned, burying his face in her neck. “don’t call it that.”

she laughed—quiet, breathy, but real. “babe, that’s foul.”

“i was emotionally vulnerable. you can’t roast me right now.”

“i can and i will. go brush your teeth, nasty.”

“noooo,” he whined, clinging to her like a koala. “i just got comfy. and you’re warm. and you smell like that face wash i like. please let me stay.”

“you can stay after you stop breathing hot regret breath all over me.”

he pulled back with a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed playfully. “this is emotional warfare.”

“this is basic hygiene.”

he kissed her cheek anyway, grinning. “fine. but if i die of cold floor tile exposure, i hope you cry at my funeral.”

“i’ll cry,” she murmured, already smiling as she watched him shuffle dramatically out of the room. “but only because i won’t have anyone to argue with about flossing.”

“you’re a monster,” he called from the bathroom, his voice muffled by the sound of running water.

“and you love me.”

he poked his head back around the corner a minute later, a fresh grin on his face. “so much it’s disgusting.”

“better?”

“minty fresh and full of remorse.”

he climbed back into bed, and this time when he pulled her into his arms, she curled into him without hesitation.

“see?” she mumbled against his chest. “wasn’t so hard.”

“yeah, yeah,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “don’t push it.”

“no promises.”

they settled into each other again, limbs tangled, heartbeats syncing slowly. this time, the quiet felt softer. easier.

safe.

and sleep came gently.

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────── intimate ⸝⸝ matt sturniolo

you tilt your head back into the pillow as his body presses to yours, his arm reaching up to pull the duvet over the lewd scene — cock sinking further into you.

“fuck, so f-full.” you whine, hands gripping onto any part of his naked body just to ground yourself as you feel his dick stretch you out — giving you a blissful sensation that only he could provide.

“you’re so tight.” he grunts, resting his face in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your sensitive skin. his body sticking to yours under the heat of the duvet, making your brain fuzzy with the need to meld together.

“so much— so… ah.” your incoherent moans are cut off as he pushes deeper, kissing your shoulder as you take him, only to pull back and do the same again.

it’s almost too much for a second — fleeting away from that comfort as he grinds his hips back and forth. but then he’s whispering to you, voice soft yet hoarse, managing to affirm just how much you were feeling right now. “fuck… i know, i know.”

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notes. i feel like absolute poop rn and i think this would fix me :/

[serenitysturn]

— secondchance!chris comes face to face with the love of his life for the first time in years... and he’s lost for words...

contains angst (shocker!) & lots of pining.

note: proofread this so many times because i’m not sure i love it so please be kind :)

[ previous prompt ]

the ceremony passed in a blur.

you remember your cousins vow’s, and the way her now husband had looked at her as she walked down the aisle, and the soft music playing quietly in the background but most of all, you remember mentally reminding yourself to not spend the whole time looking at chris.

the drinks reception is in full swing now. the sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the country club that the evening element of the wedding was being hosted in. it was always so beautiful here, the view of the water, the fairy lights hanging in the trees, the perfectly arranged purple hydrangeas scattered all over, it was all exactly how you remembered it, like no time has passed at all.

you’re pretty sure that there are close to 500 guests here tonight, which had somehow made it all a little easier for you to stay hidden. making it easier to avoid chris, and everything that comes along with him but being here , back in the country club, is harder than you thought it would be. every corner of this place holds a specific memory for you, a version of you that existed before you had left, and of course, every memory always somehow ties back to him.

like the time you were little and playing tag with matt, chasing him across the lawn whilst all your parents sat drinking wine and discussing business. you had fallen hard, and cut your knee, and chris was the one to help you up, gently wiping the tears off your cheeks, telling you not to cry and that you would be okay.

or when you were all young teenagers, sitting at a fancy gala hosted by the triplets’s grandparents, in a dress that didn’t quite fit right, pretending to be grown ups whilst nick passed around a bottle of something under the table, you had tried to show off and took too many swigs from the bottle making you sick, chris gave you his jacket, and stayed with you through it, reassuring you he wouldn’t let your parents find out that you had gotten drunk for the first time.

and then, there was your very first kiss. 

it was upstairs on the terrace above where you were stood right now. you had both snuck away from another fancy black tie event that neither of you really wanted to be at, but he had pulled you into him like it was the most natural thing in the world for him. and you were so nervous but when he kissed you, you knew. you knew in that moment that you never wanted to kiss another person’s lips again that weren’t his.

it’s been three years, but the moment you stepped foot inside here, it all instantly came back.

he's standing across from you, deep in conversation with his brothers, he's laughing but the second that his eyes land on yours, the energy in the air completely changes.

he freezes and his shoulders instantly go tense, the glass he's holding slips from his hand,

BANG!

it hits the stone floor, and the liquid inside it splashes across the floor alongside now broken shards of glass. a few heads turn to look at the commotion, someone laughs at it and nate slaps him on the back making a joke about his clumsiness but you can’t hear anything being said,

chris doesn’t move an inch though, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you and it makes you feel like you can't breathe, 

he's looking at you like you’re a ghost, and now you’re suddenly real, and you’re here. standing infront of him. 

you look away first, beginning to walk inside, the intensity between you becoming too much, and you excuse yourself from the waiter finally topping up your glass and slip inside. 

because part of you hopes that chris will follow. 

the music dulls the moment the doors behind you close, and inside the hallway is quieter. you keep walking, no destination in mind exactly, but your heart is racing and you just need a minute to gather your thoughts but it only takes seconds before you hear the doors behind you opening, once again.

you don’t turn around.

“don’t walk away from me,”

it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice in years. 

“i know that’s your style of dealing with things, but not now.” 

for a second, you don’t think you can turn to face him, but then you do.

he’s standing right there, eyes completely locked on yours, and he’s looking at you like he doesn’t know if he wants to scream at you or pull you in and never let you go again.

in the silence between you, you can feel the tension rising, all the unsaid words over the last three years coming to the surface and you don't know where to start. 

he opens his mouth, then shuts it again. his jaw clenched. still nothing.

you don’t have to say a word to know, you can see it all over his face that he’s angry with you.

in fact, he looks furious.

he looks heartbroken.

but he still has that look in his eyes when he stares at you, a look that used to give you butterflies. 

you take a small breath, and step closer, finally breaking the ice. 

“hi sweetheart.” comes out of your mouth so naturally, what you always used to call him.

he lets out a shaky breath looking away from you, like hearing your voice for the first time in so long had stung a little more than he had expected it to. “you don’t get to call me that,” his voice is low, and there’s a frustration to it.

you nod, accepting his bluntness, “i know.”

you expect him to be angrier, to tell you to leave, to ask how you have the audacity to show up here again unnanounced, but he doesn't. instead, without saying a word, he grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway. he finds a door, yanks it open and pulls you inside. a storage room, far too small for the both of you, dim, full of strangers’s jackets. 

he shuts the door and turns to you.

he’s panting, his chest is rising and falling, fast. you can tell that he still doesn’t know what to say to you, or where to even start and in the whole time you’d known him, you’ve never seen him this quiet.

you don’t say anything either, just looking up at him, but then he steps even closer to you.

“you left,” he says, “three whole fuckin’ years ago.”

you nod, not saying anything as the guilt creeps in again.

he sighs, looking down at you, you can see it’s physically hurting him you being here, standing in front of him, so unexpectedly for him but without warning, his hands are on your waist and he’s pulling you into him.

your arms wrap around his neck, without a second thought. almost like your body instantly remembers what your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.

and neither of you says a word.

you’d think that after three years, there’d be a million things to say, questions to ask, things to scream at each other, fights to be had, but for now, it’s just silence.

no awkwardness, no tension, just complete silence.

the only sound in the tiny cloakroom is the sound of both of your breathing, not in tune with each other at all but both of you a little too fast, holding on to each like you’re too afraid to let go again,

just holding each other like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. 

you’re the first to pull back, just enough to look up at him. his eyes are looking into yours so intensely still, like he still can’t believe you’re really here.

you lift your hands to hold his face, your thumbs lightly brushing his cheeks. 

“i can explain everythin—.” you start to whisper, until you’re interrupted. 

“chris?”

a voice, all too familiar, belonging to a girl you went to school with, an old friend.

you freeze, and so does he. 

the blood drains from your face as you put two and two together, you both shared classes with her, a pretty girl, perfect and she always had a thing for him.

you can hear her heels tapping down the hallway, getting closer… 

“chris, baby..” 

he doesn’t say a word.

you instantly drop your hands from his face, and your stomach drops too because suddenly it hits you, a situation you didn’t realise you’d find yourself in.

the last five minutes had felt so effortless, like no time had passed at all.

but it had, time had passed, three years in fact and his life hasn’t paused when you walked away.

[hearts4sturn]

TEXTS WITH BF!MATT

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader synopsis: fluffy texts with bf matt :DD warnings: lowercase intended, use of pet names, ignore the time stamps!!

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[sturniolotoast]

nerd!matt x sleepy!reader

'wolverine'

matt's hands ran down your sides, caressing your soft skin. you were sat in his lap, listening to him talk about anything he could think of. "oh, i bought the funko pop i was talking about the other day!" he rambles, looking at you. his eyes widened as he spoke. a big grin was plastered across his face as he told you about everything. he carried on talking about everything he could think of. he talked about the most recent dvd's he had bought. he talked about anything he could.

your hand made its way up to his hair, fiddling with the ends. you hummed in agreement ever so often, just so he knew you were still listening. you loved these moments, he was normally so quiet and seeing him speak so happily made your heart flutter. you found it so adorable how he sat there and got excited over the smallest things. the big smile on his face grew every time you hummed or nodded at him.

"i got 100 on my maths test aswell, and 99 on my science test!" he tells you with a smile. it was obvious he was proud of himself, but so were you. matt had always been smart, always getting good grades, always understanding new skills quickly. he was very smart, and you were always proud of him no matter what.

"well done matt, so proud of you baby," you complimented, moving your hands to play with his fingers. his smile widened your praise, feeling validated. his breath hitched slightly and he looked to the side for a moment. before looking back at you, giving you a shy smile, a small blush crawling up his neck as he made eye contact with you. collecting himself, he let you play with his hands, watching you as you fiddled his rings.

"a-andd i really want to buy this lego set, but it's really big and i don't think i have enough space in my room to put it." he pouts, looking around his very well decorated room. his room was slightly chaotic. he had posters messily scattered over his walls. on his shelfs, he had figurines lined up in order. he had lego sets and little trinkets placed on his tables. his room was very busy, but it was very him. you loved his room, you loved how all of his interests were splattered everywhere you looked.

"i think you'll find some space," you hummed. your hands moved from playing with his hands to his t-shirt. you gently grabbed the fabric, twiddling with it in your soft hands.

his hand moved to grip your hips, he massaged the skin gently. he stopped talking and stared at your face, his gaze wandering from your lips to your eyes. "so pretty," matt whispered timidly. his face immediately flushed a cherry-red shade after complimenting you. he fiddled with the hem of your shirt whilst looking around his room to avoid eye contact.

your smile widened at his words. "thank you baby," you whispered, your voice as sweet as honey. the tip of matt's ears became red, matching his face. you leaned your head down into the crook of his neck, slowly placing little kisses across his skin.

you lifted your head up to look at matt, his face was plastered with a huge grin, his face red as a tomato. you giggled at the sight, moving your hands back up to his hair, playing with it. "carry on talking," you hummed.

his eyes scanned across the room before looking back at you. "uhm, i g-got a new poster and a new f-figurine. it's over there," he stuttered, pointing to his desk where the figurine was. "oh that's cool baby, what is it?" you asked. his face flushed an even darker shade of red at the nickname and at the fact you were so interested. "it's wolverine, he's one of my favourites," he smiled at you.

"yeah? why is he one of your favourites baby?" you smirked, slightly teasing him. "uhm, he's just r-really cool. he has like healing powers, which make his healing process way faster. he's kind of like immune to diseases, you know? but eventhough he heals really fast, he still feels pain. and the healing powers affects his age, so he lives for ages basically. but i think my favourite part is the comic books, i love them," he explains, getting lost in his words. he picks at his lip as he looks at you, waiting for a reaction, worrying you might think he is talking too much.

your eyebrows raise at him, your smirk growing. "mhm, sounds cool baby," you say, moving you hand up to the collar of his top. matt smiles at you, his worries disappearing. he hums in agreement before carrying on talking about his favourite comics.

bea speaks💬: my first fic for this au!!! i love nerd!matt but im not sure if i like this? also i have no idea if the stuff about wolverine is correct, i found it on google lol. if its wrong pls tell me!! not proofread. divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws thank you!

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YES YES YES

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𓂃 just friends

he settles beside you, hands groping your waist the second he was next to you — his hands always finding their way to you, especially when you were alone together.

maybe it was the fact he couldn’t touch you when others were around, leaving him desperate to do so whenever he got the chance. all over you like it was a second nature.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, lips leaving a soft line of kisses down your neck, the arousal evident in his actions and the tone of his voice.

hoarse and low. a tone you’d grown to crave.

“you just want something.” you mumble back, attempting to keep your cool at the feeling of his mouth.

his lips curl into a smirk against your skin, a soft hum of amusement slipping out as his fingers dig harder into your hip. “mmh… maybe.” he murmurs.

the way his voice hits your ear only adds to feelings, the ones that had you wanting to give in — turn around and kiss him like there wasn’t a single thought in your mind.

but there was. a nagging one that had be trying to claw it’s way out of you for months now.

“what are we?” you mumble out, the words slipping out before you could even think. he pauses for a second before twisting his neck up, getting a better look at your face.

“wheres this comin’ from?” he questions, frowning a little out of curiously rather than judgment. you simply shrug, feeling a little on the spot.

because in all honesty, you didn’t know.

he senses the way you grow small, quietly retreating from your own question in response to his. “think y’need to stop thinkin’ so hard.” he tells you, eyes lingering down to your small tank top that was peeking out below the sheets.

“i’m not.” you whisper, his eyes finally catching yours as he begins to tug down the duvet, revealing your thin top.

“what’re you doin’ then?” he mumbles, more focused on your body right now, laid out all pretty for him — filling his mind with thoughts that had his dick swelling in his pants.

“just… telling you how i f-feel.” you pause a little, looking down to see his lips now wrapped around your nipple, gently sucking it as he looks up at you.

he pulls off with a pop, letting his finger swipe over it. “and how do you feel?” he responds, tugging the blanket further down as he speaks.

“chris.” you mumble, slightly disappointed with the lack of attention his was giving this conversation — more rather focused on your body, which you hated to admit was turning you on.

“i’m listenin’.” he murmurs back, nodding as if that did anything to justify his words, fingers hooking into your shorts to pull them down.

you whine a little, shifting on the bed to help him get them off. “chris, you’re not — you’re tryna fuck me.” you mumble, unable to look away from the scene in front of you.

his hazy eyes peering up into yours as he lowers his head between your legs, smirking. “i can multitask.” he mumbles back.

“chris.” you whine, feeling his lips press against your underwear, teasing you through the fabric tortuously. “i said m’listening.” he repeats, mumbling against you. “so keep talkin’.”

you let out a small groan of frustration, trying to gather your thoughts as he pulls your panties to the side — letting his fingers pass through your slick heat.

“i-i… feel like you uh— we.” you swallow harshly, screwing your eyes shut as his middle finger sinks into your pussy. “we…?” he taunts, watching with a sly grin as you try to speak.

“we uh… fuck—“ he scoffs slightly as you loose all train of thought, head sinking further back into the pillow as his finger curls up.

“y’not very good at this huh.” he teases, only to bring his thumb to your clit, your own hand reaching out to grab his as the feeling sends your body surging.

“uhh— shit.” you squeak out as he goes faster, pumping his finger in and out of you on a mission to keep you this way. looking completely fucked out and unable to speak.

he shuffles on the bed, managing to undo his belt with one hand as you remain there — watching his hard dick slap up against his stomach. “c’mon, keep tellin’ me.” he mumbles.

you gasp a little as he finally pulls his finger out, wrapping them around his length to slowly pump himself, angling his dick down. “i just wanna— ughh, chris.”

he chuckles slightly, his tip nudging into your tight cunt, and that blissful look on your face returning as he looks down at you — hands either side of your head. “you wanna what?”

you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed as his hips push further, sinking his cock into you. “wanna— ah… fuck.” you breathe out, finally managing to get the words out. “—know what we a-are.”

he chuckles again, gripping onto your waist before his hips snap forward. “we’re friends, yeah?” he grunts, brows knitted together at the feeling of your tight cunt.

you find yourself nodding, although in disagreement, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you ignore the nagging in your brain. only thinking about how good he felt, and how close he was.

then he’s leaning down, chest pressed against yours as he gives into the feeling, rutting into you harder and deeper. “you’re so fuckin’ tight— so good f’me.” he grunts, fingers leaving marks in your skin as he practically fucks your thoughts away.

you’re whining and moaning, no longer able to talk. unable to argue against his response or even seem like you cared right now — not with his cock stretching you out like this.

“fuck— just friends.” he groans, holding onto you tight like it would mean nothing against his words, like any of this was just friends.

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god hes so gorgeous 😫