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We find love

Contains/warnings: none just fluff and a bit of swearing!

⋆˙⟡♡ Divider by @/bernardsbendystraws

It’s funny how love finds you when you’re not even looking for it.

I wasn’t expecting much from that rainy Friday night — just a small get-together at Nick and Chris’s place, laughter echoing through the hallways, and the sound of some playlist humming in the background. But then he looked at me.

Matt.

He was sitting on the couch, a blanket draped over his shoulders, curls slightly messy from the humidity. He wasn’t even trying to look good, which somehow made it worse — because he did. Way too good.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, warm, familiar. “You okay? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

I shrugged, pretending I wasn’t hyperaware of the fact that he was leaning closer. “Just tired. Long week.”

He nodded, then smiled — one of those half smiles that looked like the start of a secret. “Then you’re in luck. I make a mean cup of hot chocolate.”

“Do you now?” I teased.

“Dead serious. Come on, you’ll see.”

⸻

In the kitchen, everything felt softer — the dim lighting, the rain tapping against the windows, the scent of cocoa powder in the air. I leaned on the counter, watching as Matt fumbled with the milk carton like it was rocket science.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” I smirked.

He rolled his eyes but laughed, cheeks flushed. “You doubt my skills? You wound me.”

“You’re using a fork instead of a whisk.”

“…Creative mixing,” he said proudly, earning a laugh out of me — one that made his head lift instantly, eyes lighting up like he’d been waiting to hear it all night.

“You should laugh like that more,” he said softly.

The words hung there, sweet and quiet. I didn’t know what to say back, so I didn’t. I just watched him pour the hot chocolate into two mugs, sliding one toward me with a little grin.

“To creative mixing,” I said, raising my mug.

He clinked his against mine. “And finding warmth in random nights.”

⸻

Later, we ended up on the couch again, blanket shared between us this time. The movie we picked played quietly, but neither of us really watched it.

Matt’s hand brushed mine once. Then again. And then it stayed there.

He didn’t say anything — didn’t have to. His thumb rubbed slow circles over my skin, grounding me in the softest way possible.

Outside, the rain was steady. Inside, I felt something gentler growing — something easy, something real.

“I like nights like this,” I whispered.

He glanced at me, eyes heavy with that calm kind of happiness. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because they feel like… beginnings,” I said, smiling faintly.

Matt leaned closer, voice just above a whisper. “Then maybe that’s what this is.”

I didn’t need a big confession or grand gesture. Just his hand in mine, his warmth against my shoulder, and the quiet sound of rain.

Because sometimes love doesn’t crash into you.

Sometimes, it finds you softly — just like this.

A/n: I keep disappearing…

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Jealous Type

Contains/warnings: Jealous Chris, possessive behavior, swearing, teasing. (Let me know if I missed something!)

I was leaning against the bar, swirling my drink lazily, when I felt it—the glare. Chris. The way he was watching me across the room, jaw tight, fingers curling around his glass. The kind of look that would make any girl think twice about smiling at another guy.

I smirked to myself. Yeah, he was definitely the jealous type. And honestly? I loved it.

“Who’s he?” Chris finally growled, his voice low, rough, and almost dangerous as he stepped closer.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to play innocent. “Who?” I asked, keeping my tone light.

“That guy over there, laughing at you. Hands all over you.” He jabbed a finger toward some guy who was clearly just being friendly.

I tilted my head, trying to look confused. “Chris… he’s just—”

“You’re mine, right?” His voice was sharp now, but there was a trembling edge, like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.

I laughed softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “Of course I am, idiot.”

He didn’t relax. Instead, he leaned closer, his nose brushing my hair. “Then don’t look like you’re flirting with anyone else. You know I hate that.”

I swallowed, heart racing at the possessive tone. “Flirting? Chris, you’re imagining things.”

He smirked now, sharp and confident, his eyes dark and serious. “Oh no. I’m not imagining a damn thing. And you? You love knowing I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching you, don’t you?”

I did. I absolutely did. My lips curved into a teasing smile. “Maybe I do.”

Chris’s hand found my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Good. Because I don’t just get jealous… I act on it.”

My breath caught, both terrified and thrilled. “And what exactly does that mean?” I whispered.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice a low growl. “It means I’m going to make sure no one else even thinks about you tonight.”

I shivered, the possessive energy between us sizzling. “Mmh… you’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, dipping his head to claim my lips in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and something sweeter—pure, unfiltered desire.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his jealousy turn into something hot and all-consuming. He wasn’t just possessive. He was protective. Obsessed. And damn, it made my heart race.

Pulling back just slightly, he nuzzled my forehead. “Look,” he said softly, though the tension in his jaw was still there, “you’re mine. And anyone who tries anything? They’ll regret it.”

I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I know. And that’s why I love you.”

Chris finally relaxed, but the glint in his eyes told me the jealousy wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he muttered, pulling me closer again, lips finding mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“And you love it,” I whispered, grinning against his lips.

“Yes,” he admitted breathlessly. “More than anything.”

A/n: guys I’m alive college is not for the weak…anyways I hope yall enjoy this!

⋆˙⟡♡ divider by @/cursed-carmine

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Do I ever cross your mind

Contains/warnings: angst, swearing, heartbreak, longing, mention of drinking

I hate that nights like this always feel louder. The silence in my room rings harder than any concert, like my head can’t shut up no matter how much I beg it to. I’ve tried everything—music, movies, mindless scrolling—but nothing drowns out the one thought I can’t escape.

Nick.

It’s pathetic, really. Months have passed, and yet he still lingers in the back of my head like a song I never asked to remember. Every little thing drags me back—his laugh buried in a TikTok clip, the sound of a car driving by too fast at night, even the damn hoodie shoved at the bottom of my closet that still smells faintly like his cologne.

I pick up my phone, thumb hovering over his name like muscle memory. My chest aches. Would he even care if I called? Would he roll his eyes at my name lighting up his screen? Or worse—would he just ignore it?

I whisper to the dark, “Do I ever cross your mind?”

It feels like begging the universe for an answer I’ll never get.

I remember how it used to be—late nights in his car, talking about everything and nothing, music so loud we had to yell our secrets just to be heard. He was always the reckless one, tapping the steering wheel with his rings, grinning like the world was his. And me? I was just… there. In awe.

I thought I mattered.

God, I thought I mattered.

Now, I replay every moment, searching for where it went wrong. The unanswered texts, the short replies, the excuses. “Busy.” “Tired.” “Can’t tonight.” Each one carving a little deeper until he finally just… disappeared. No fight. No goodbye. Just silence.

I take a shaky breath, squeezing my phone tighter. I want to hate him. I want to erase him. But instead, I sit here wondering if he ever thinks of me when he can’t sleep. If he remembers my laugh, my stupid jokes, the way I looked at him like he was something rare.

Maybe I was nothing. Maybe I was just a passing thought to him.

But him? He’s everything I can’t let go of.

The screen lights up suddenly with a notification, and my heart jumps—only to crash when it isn’t him. Of course it isn’t. Why would it be?

I put my phone face-down and drag the blanket over my head, eyes stinging. Tomorrow, I’ll pretend I don’t care. I’ll laugh, I’ll joke, I’ll keep moving. But tonight?

Tonight, I’ll let myself miss him.

And I’ll wonder, just one more time—

Do I ever cross your mind, Nick?

A/n:college is kicking me in the ass rn but enjoy this!

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Everything

Contains/warnings: Fluff, light swearing, emotional vulnerability,pet names, use of y/n

The TV was on, but neither of us was watching it. Matt’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his chin resting lightly on top of my head. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and grounding, underneath my ear as I lay on his chest. The faint scent of his cologne clung to his hoodie, making it even harder to think about anything but him.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, baby,” he murmured, his voice soft and low, like it was meant only for me.

I hummed, my fingers absentmindedly tracing little patterns on his stomach through the fabric. “Just… thinking.”

“About?” he asked, tilting his head so he could look down at me.

I hesitated, my eyes fixed on the fabric of his hoodie. “How lucky I am to have you.”

Matt chuckled under his breath, the sound rumbling against my cheek. “Y/N, you know I’m the lucky one, right?”

I shook my head. “No, seriously. You’ve been through so much, and somehow, you still… love me like this. Like I’m everything.” My voice cracked a little at the end, and I hated how raw it sounded.

He tightened his hold on me instantly, his thumb brushing against my side in soothing circles. “That’s because you are everything to me,” he said, no hesitation in his voice. “I don’t care what I’ve been through. I don’t care what happens next. As long as you’re here with me, I’ve got everything I’ll ever need.”

I blinked back tears, pressing my face into his chest to hide my expression. He kissed the top of my head, lingering there like he wasn’t ready to pull away.

“You’re stuck with me, baby,” he whispered. “Forever.”

I smiled against him, my heart doing that thing where it felt too full for my chest. “Good,” I whispered back. “Because forever sounds perfect with you.”

The world outside kept moving, the TV kept playing, but right there—in his arms—nothing else mattered.

⋆˙⟡♡ divider by @/cursed-carmine

A/n: guys I’m getting ready for college and it’s kicking me in the booty rn

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If forever exists

Contains/warnings: Fluff, emotional confessions, light angst, use of pet names, use of y/n

⋆˙⟡♡ divider by @/cursed-carmine

The sound of rain pattered gently against the windows, a rhythmic lull that made the world feel a little quieter, a little softer. The apartment smelled faintly like vanilla candles and Chris’s cologne—home. You were curled into the corner of the couch, hoodie two sizes too big (his, obviously), your legs tucked beneath you as your phone sat forgotten beside you.

He sat across from you at first, one leg bent up, arm thrown lazily over the back of the couch as he scrolled on his phone. But you could feel it—that electric tension in the room. Not a bad one. Just… that kind of quiet that meant something needed to be said.

You looked up at him and smiled softly. “What?”

Chris blinked and looked over at you like he was surprised to be caught staring. “What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

He didn’t deny it. Just set his phone down and shifted so he was facing you completely. “Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I always stare at you.”

You blushed, even now, after everything—after years of being with him, nights tangled together in each other’s arms, whispered promises when the world felt too loud. Still, the boy had a way of making you feel brand new every time.

“You okay?” you asked, voice softer now.

Chris leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. His eyes were deep and honest and so him.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.”

“Uh oh,” you joked, nudging his knee with your toe. “That’s dangerous.”

He cracked a smile, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes. Not yet.

“No, but really,” he said, licking his lips nervously. “I was thinking about time. About us. About… how sometimes I feel like I can’t believe I even get to love you.”

Your chest tightened in that beautiful, aching way love always brings. “Chris…”

“I know I’m not always the best at saying shit the right way,” he rushed, like he didn’t want to lose his nerve. “But I look at you, and it’s like… damn. I could spend forever just watching you exist and I’d still feel like it wasn’t long enough.”

You were quiet. Not because you didn’t know what to say, but because your heart was a mess of emotions. He always had this way of knocking the air out of you with the simplest truths.

“I don’t want to just do this with you for a year, or five, or even twenty,” he continued, scooting closer until he was right in front of you. “I want eternity with you, Y/N. I want the boring mornings and the messy fights and the Sunday breakfasts and all the stuff in between. I want it all with you.”

Tears prickled in your eyes before you could even stop them. You reached for his face, your fingers brushing his cheek. “You already have it all with me, baby.”

Chris’s shoulders dropped a little with the weight of your words, and a small, boyish grin broke out on his face.

“I mean it,” you said, voice trembling. “You could ask me a thousand times, and I’d say yes every single time. You’re it for me.”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his hands cradling your waist like you were something fragile and sacred. “You know I’m gonna make this a forever kind of love, right?”

You nodded. “You already have.”

And then he kissed you—slow, full of unspoken things. It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was tender and warm and soaked in the kind of love people write songs about. It was home.

“God, I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more,” you whispered back, nose brushing his.

“Not possible, pretty girl.”

And as the rain kept falling and the world outside disappeared, you let yourself sink into the warmth of him, the quiet safety of this love, and the certainty that forever—with him—wasn’t nearly long enough.

A/n: love this song so much

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Back of the Barn

Ft- bull rider!matt x buckle bunny!reader

She found him behind the barn, lit only by the soft glow of a cigarette and the moon.

His hat was tipped back, jeans dusty, flannel sleeves rolled to his elbows. His jaw flexed slightly as he exhaled smoke into the cool night air. He looked like he belonged in some outlaw country song — the kind that played slow, full of grit, heat, and things left unsaid.

She shouldn’t be here. Not alone. Not looking for him.

But that’s exactly where her boots carried her.

⸻

“You’re not supposed to smoke that close to the stalls,” she called out.

Matt didn’t turn right away. Just took one last drag, flicked the cigarette to the dirt, and crushed it under his boot.

“Didn’t know you were on barn patrol now,” he said, voice rough from dust and tobacco.

She stepped closer, arms crossed tight over her chest. “I’m not. But I saw you sneak off like you were hiding.”

“Maybe I was.”

Her brow lifted. “From what?”

Matt looked up at her then. Eyes shadowed under his hat, but even in the dark, she could see the way they held her there. Steady. Heavy.

“Everything.”

⸻

The air shifted. Slower. Warmer.

She should’ve said something sarcastic. Should’ve teased him like she always did, played the part — pretty face, tight jeans, lip gloss and bravado. But something about his tone pulled the edge off her tongue.

“You alright?” she asked instead.

Matt chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah. Just tired of pretending I am.”

She hesitated, then leaned against the barn beside him, their shoulders a few inches apart.

“You don’t strike me as the pretending type.”

He shrugged. “You ride bulls long enough, you get good at hiding what hurts.”

She glanced sideways at him. “Even from yourself?”

Matt didn’t answer.

And she didn’t push.

⸻

They stood like that for a while. Silence humming with unspoken things. The distant sound of laughter from the rodeo afterparty filtered through the trees, but here — it felt like another world.

She shifted slightly, toe scuffing the dirt. “You know, I pegged you for the cocky type.”

Matt snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

“Yeah?” she smirked.

“I’m cocky. But I’m not fake.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

He turned to face her fully now, one hand braced against the barn wall behind her, just above her shoulder.

And just like that, the air got heavier.

Hotter.

“I don’t play games,” he said.

She laughed, a low, breathy sound. “That’s funny. Because you’ve been playing with me since the first time we met.”

Matt tilted his head. “Nah. I’ve just been waitin’.”

“For what?”

“For you to stop pretending like you don’t want me, too.”

⸻

Her breath caught.

Just for a second.

Just enough to let him know he wasn’t wrong.

She tried to hold his gaze, but his eyes — dark and sharp — made her feel stripped down, like he could see right through the red lipstick and charm she used to keep most men off balance.

Matt didn’t move closer.

Didn’t need to.

The space between them pulsed like a live wire.

⸻

“Think you’re pretty sure of yourself,” she said, quieter now.

“Only when I’m right.”

“And what makes you think I’m not just another buckle bunny looking for a good time?”

Matt leaned in a little — not touching, but close enough she could smell the leather on his jacket and the faint smoke on his skin.

“Because you look at me like I make you nervous,” he said. “And girls like you don’t get nervous easy.”

⸻

She swallowed hard, but stood her ground.

“That a line?”

“No,” he said. “Just an observation.”

She should’ve walked away. Said something snarky, flipped her hair and left him wanting. That was her thing — her armor.

But she didn’t.

Because part of her did want him.

Not the idea of him. Not the title. Him.

And that scared the hell out of her.

⸻

“You always this intense?” she asked softly.

Matt looked down at her, expression unreadable. “Only when something feels real.”

“Is this real?”

He leaned just an inch closer. “Do you want it to be?”

⸻

And there it was.

The choice.

Her heart beat too loud in her chest, and every stubborn part of her wanted to walk away just to prove she could. But her fingers itched to reach for him, and her mouth suddenly ached to taste what it’d been teasing for weeks.

So she didn’t run.

She didn’t hide.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into her.

⸻

The kiss was not soft.

It was heat and frustration, want and defiance, all tangled together in one reckless moment. His hands found her waist, grounding her. Hers twisted in his collar like she’d fall if she let go.

And maybe she would’ve.

Because it felt too good. Too easy. Too right.

⸻

When they pulled apart, breathless, she didn’t step back.

And neither did he.

They just stood there, forehead to forehead, breathing in the space they created.

“This is stupid,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Gonna mess everything up.”

“Probably.”

She exhaled, chest heaving. “Do it again.”

Matt grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

⋆˙⟡♡ Divider by @/bernardsbendystraws

A/n:they are back! Also I’m back from a little break:)

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Front Row for You

Ft. Jock!chris x theatre nerd!reader

Chris had never been to a school play before. Not unless you counted that time in freshman year when the class was forced to watch Our Town, and he fell asleep halfway through Act One. But this was different.

This time, you were in it.

He showed up late—because of course he did. Football practice had run over, and he still had tape around his wrist, his school hoodie tugged on inside out, and a Chick-fil-A bag in his passenger seat that he forgot to bring in. He parked crooked and fast-walked through the main hallway, heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with cardio.

The theatre lobby was buzzing—parents holding programs, kids in costume rushing past, a teacher asking for silence like she was herding toddlers. Chris ducked his head and slid into a seat somewhere near the middle, far enough from the front to not be noticed, but close enough that he could actually see you.

The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the crowd. Chris didn’t know the name of the play—just that you’d been stressed about it for weeks, whispering lines in the hallway, highlighting notes in margins, and skipping lunch to rehearse. And now you were on stage.

And, damn.

Chris had seen you before—between classes, in the library, under fluorescent lights—but under the stage lights, you glowed. Your voice was steady and smooth, your movements purposeful. The way you owned the scene, the silence, the breath between words… he couldn’t look away.

He didn’t even notice when someone next to him whispered, “Isn’t that the football captain?” or when his hoodie slipped off his shoulders. His eyes never left the stage.

Not when you cried on cue.

Not when you laughed like it cracked you open.

Not when the audience clapped—because he was already clapping the hardest.

⸻

Afterward, the cast was swarmed with flowers, hugs, and glitter-smeared selfies. You spotted him before he could sneak out.

He stood in the back, hands in his pockets, looking out of place and nervous in a way he never did on the field.

“You came,” you said, soft but surprised.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean—I didn’t get, like, all the plot, but… you were amazing.”

You smirked. “Did you even know what the play was about?”

“Nope. But you made it make sense.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. His compliment meant more than you’d admit.

Then he pulled something from behind his back.

It was a single flower—cheap, from the gas station probably—but wrapped in tissue paper and slightly squished from where he’d been holding it too tight.

“It’s not, like… theatre-level dramatic,” he mumbled. “But I figured you should get one too.”

You blinked, then took it carefully, fingers brushing his. “Thanks, football boy.”

Chris grinned. “Anything for the star of the show.”

A/n: hi hi been locked in with love and deepspace and date everything…

⋆˙⟡♡ divider by @/cursed-carmine

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Firework Kisses

Contains/warnings: Fluff, kissing, mild swearing, mutual pining

⋆˙⟡♡ divider by @/cursed-carmine

It was the Fourth of July and the air was thick with grill smoke, laughter, and the distant crack of fireworks from earlier celebrations. I sat cross-legged on a faded picnic blanket in the Sturniolos’ backyard, trying to balance a paper plate stacked with chips, a half-eaten burger, and a red cup of soda.

Across from me, Matt was lounging in a lawn chair, wearing a backwards cap and a navy T-shirt that matched the color of the dusk sky behind him. He looked so effortlessly good. Like, irritatingly good. The kind of good that made my heart do this dumb little flip every time he caught my eye.

And of course, because the universe loves to mess with me, he caught my eye right then.

“You good?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with that small smile of his. “You’ve been staring at that plate like it said something rude.”

I blinked, heat rushing to my face. “What? Oh—no, just thinking about how I’ve already had two hot dogs and I still want another.”

Matt laughed, low and warm. “That’s the spirit.”

I rolled my eyes, biting into a chip to cover my embarrassment. Around us, Chris and Nick were lighting sparklers, running around the yard like little kids. Someone’s Bluetooth speaker was playing some nostalgic throwback mix, and the air buzzed with that magic only summer nights carry.

As the sun dipped fully below the horizon, the backyard lit up with strings of red, white, and blue lights. I scooted a bit closer to Matt, blaming the breeze that made my arms break out in goosebumps.

“You cold?” he asked, already shrugging off his hoodie before I could answer.

I hesitated, but nodded once. “A little.”

He handed it to me without a word, and I slipped it on, pretending I didn’t immediately notice how it smelled like his cologne—fresh, slightly woodsy, warm. I pulled the sleeves over my hands, hoping it would hide how fast my heart was beating.

Matt nudged me with his foot. “You gonna make it to the fireworks, or pass out in a food coma?”

I laughed. “I’ll rally. I live for fireworks. They’re, like, my favorite part of the Fourth.”

“Yeah?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Why?”

I chewed my lip, thinking. “I don’t know… they feel kinda romantic, I guess? The colors, the noise, how everyone stops what they’re doing to look up. Like the world pauses for a second.”

Matt’s eyes flicked up to mine, soft and curious. “That’s actually kinda poetic.”

I shrugged, suddenly shy under his gaze. “Yeah, well… don’t expect it twice in one night.”

The countdown to the fireworks started a few minutes later, shouted by Nick from across the yard. People grabbed blankets, phones, chairs—someone handed out those little plastic flag sticks. Matt moved from his chair to sit beside me on the blanket, our shoulders just barely brushing.

When the first firework exploded in the sky, I gasped. It lit up the night in a burst of electric blue, followed by a crackling gold one that looked like a weeping willow.

“Pretty,” I said softly.

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at me.

My breath caught in my throat.

He didn’t say anything else, just kept watching me like the fireworks couldn’t even compete. And suddenly the noise faded, the light faded, the whole world faded—except for him.

I didn’t even realize I was leaning in until our noses brushed, and he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

I nodded, eyes fluttering closed.

The kiss was soft—tentative at first, like we were both testing the waters. But then his hand came up to cup my cheek, and I melted into him, heart racing like the grand finale had started early in my chest.

When we pulled away, a firework exploded above us in pink and silver. I laughed, breathless.

“Romantic enough for you?” he teased, his voice a little shaky too.

I smiled, leaning my forehead against his. “Yeah… You timed it perfectly.”

Matt grinned. “Guess I’ve got good instincts.”

We sat like that, under the fireworks, the world bursting into color above us while everything between us settled into something warm, real, and completely unforgettable.

And maybe—just maybe—the night wasn’t about hot dogs or sparklers or even fireworks anymore.

It was about him.

It was about us.

A/n: happy Fourth of July! Hope everyone is being safe today!

Balloon family:

@chrislittleslut @drewswife @chrepsi @rinnsgalaxy @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @sturniolooluvv @courta13 @cor-xoxo @oopsiedaisydeer @sturns-mermaid @matts-girlfriend @idkwhatthisis2009 @lezleeferguson-120 @eeyoresturnz @randomgirlwithanobsessiob

[viviansturns]

can we start commenting more on fics we like guys???? i often see amazing works with likes but ZERO comments.

normalize showing love to the fics and writers that YOU love! if you want sturn tumblr to stop being "dead," interact with people! if you're reading this comment on 5 different posts tonight!!🙏

p.s. this isn't me complaining about how many people interact with my work at ALL ALL ALL, i'm very happy with the amount of my pookies i get to interact with!!!! it's just that im seeing a lot of work with no comments, that's it!!

[nickscoconutwater]

hii i clicked on your blog and i was wondering how you got the three post pinned on top?

Hi! To get the top at the top you go to your settings scroll to the bottom there should be a thing that says should top post!

[nickscoconutwater]

Sweet like lemonade

Contains/warnings: soft fluff, mutual pining, kissing, light swearing, shirtless Nick, probably more

⋆˙⟡♡ Divider by @/bernardsbendystraws

It was one of those late June afternoons that felt like golden syrup—warm, slow, and just sweet enough to make your heart ache. The kind of day where your clothes stuck to your back and the only thing you wanted was something cold, a body of water, and maybe—if the stars lined up just right—a boy like Nick Sturniolo beside you.

I was stretched out on the back deck of my cousin’s lake house, sipping lemonade from a sweating glass, sunglasses slipping down my nose. The lake shimmered just a few feet away, and the air smelled like sunscreen, watermelon, and cut grass.

“Dude,” Nick called, his voice drifting from the side of the house. “You’re really just gonna tan while I set up the floaties all by myself?”

I peeked over my glasses and grinned at him. “You offered.”

He rolled his eyes but was smiling as he stepped into view, shirt abandoned somewhere inside, his tan skin sun-kissed and glowing. His hair was wet from an earlier swim, messy and curling just right. I swallowed too hard, my pulse tripping like it always did when he looked like that. Which was, unfortunately, often.

Nick grabbed the air pump and dropped down onto the grass with a groan. “I’m putting you to work next time.”

I sat up slowly, still holding my lemonade, and made a dramatic show of sipping it. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking. Maybe I’ll feel guilty enough to help.”

He looked up, those soft blue eyes squinting from the sun. “You never feel guilty. You just flirt until I forget I’m mad.”

“That’s because it works.”

Nick snorted, pumping the flamingo float while I leaned back and watched. The quiet buzz of summer wrapped around us—cicadas humming in the distance, the lake gently lapping at the shore, a breeze making the trees whisper. The air felt thick with something unspoken, something I didn’t know how to name yet.

He paused and looked up again, gaze a little more serious this time. “You’ve been quiet today.”

I blinked. “Just soaking it in.”

He tilted his head. “What?”

I gestured vaguely at everything—the water, the breeze, the sun, him. “This. You. This whole vibe. It’s perfect. And I don’t wanna mess it up by talking too much.”

He smiled, but it was smaller this time. Softer. “You couldn’t mess it up. Even if you tried.”

I froze a little. Words like that from Nick weren’t rare exactly, but they weren’t… casual either. He always knew when to say something that hit just right, and sometimes I wasn’t sure if it was just who he was or if he felt the same things I did and just wasn’t saying them yet.

I stood up and tossed my sunglasses onto the deck, walking down to the water’s edge. “You done with the flamingo yet?”

Nick followed, dragging the giant pink float behind him. “Yep. She’s ready to party.”

“Race you.”

“Race me?”

I nodded toward the dock. “Jump in at the same time. First one to the float wins.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna lose.”

“Confident, are we?”

He grinned. “You’ll see.”

We stood side by side at the edge of the dock, toes curled on the edge like kids, water sparkling below. I could feel his shoulder brush mine, and every inch of me buzzed like electricity.

“On three,” I said.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

We jumped.

The water hit like an ice bath—shockingly cold but so good. I came up sputtering and laughing, just in time to see Nick already halfway to the float.

“Cheater!” I yelled.

He just laughed and kept swimming, kicking up splashes like a damn dolphin. I powered after him, but by the time I reached the float, he was already climbing onto it, chest heaving, water dripping from his curls.

“Winner,” he said, sticking his tongue out at me.

I grabbed the side of the float, resting my chin on the edge, catching my breath. “Alright, alright. You win. Congrats. What do you want, a medal?”

Nick leaned over, face inches from mine. His eyes flicked down to my lips for just a second before meeting my gaze again. “Nah. I want something else.”

My heart stuttered. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed or wild—it was slow and warm, like the afternoon itself. His lips tasted like lemonade and lake water and something that made my brain short-circuit. My hands slipped up to the float as he kissed me again, like he couldn’t help himself.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he whispered. “All summer.”

I laughed, breathless. “I thought I was the one crushing.”

Nick shook his head, grinning. “You are. But I beat you to it.”

I climbed up onto the float, settling beside him, heart hammering in my chest. We laid back side by side, the float gently rocking beneath us.

“I’ve wanted to do that since, like, the bonfire last month,” I admitted.

Nick turned his head to look at me, eyes twinkling. “Took you long enough.”

“I was waiting for the right moment.”

He reached over and laced our fingers together. “This feels like it.”

And it did. With the sun warming our skin, our fingers intertwined, and the whole lake stretching out around us like it belonged to just the two of us—it really, really did.

A/n: I’m back guys

Balloon family:

@chrislittleslut @drewswife @chrepsi @rinnsgalaxy @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @sturniolooluvv @courta13 @cor-xoxo @oopsiedaisydeer @sturns-mermaid @matts-girlfriend @idkwhatthisis2009 @lezleeferguson-120 @eeyoresturnz @randomgirlwithanobsessiob

Nick balloons:

@kier-with-a-k @nicks-bubbles

[mattybsgroupie]

— chris comes back home missing you

he takes a deep breath before knocking at your door, gathering all the courage in his body. as soon as he reaches for it, you suddenly unlock the door, as if expecting him. chris opens up a huge smile, his messy hair covering his forehead.

he had gone god-knows-where to do god-knows-what with god-knows-who — in fact, you couldn’t keep up with both his and your daughter’s schedule, and you found adorable when he was excited and bubbly to tell you something new.

chris immediately goes for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, purring like a kitten. “hi, sweetheart” you coo, reaching for the back of his head and gently caressing his hair.

“missed you” he mumbles, a small pout forming on his lips and pressing on your bare skin. “missed my mama so much” chris almost whines, finally lifting his head. he looks at you with puppy eyes, silently asking for some attention — or just a kiss. anything from you.

and that’s when you feel it. his ridiculous boner poking against your thigh, showing how much he missed you. “aw baby” you say, looking down at his pants “did you have a hard time without mama?” you ask in a mocking tone. chris simply couldn’t cum without you.

“you could’ve texted me, silly boy” you say as chris squirms in place, your sweet tone causing his blood to rush through his veins and go directly to his cock. you palm him through the cloth, slowly stroking his hardened shaft as he sighs in relief. “d-didn’t wanna bother” he confesses, too shy to look at you.

“mhmm” you purr, placing a kiss on his neck. you could feel his pathetic dick twitching inside his pants, that poor boy wouldn’t last five minutes. “but y’know, mama missed you too” you continue to tease, finally wrapping your knuckles around his length, tightening your grip and stroking him at a faster pace.

you can see how his face contorts and how hard he’s trying to not fuck your fist right there. such a sensitive little boy. “i’d love to hear my baby all whiny and needy over the phone” chris can’t help but moan at your words, his hips jerking forward unwittingly.

“m-mama!” he manages to speak, hiding his face from you once again. a sudden warmth spreads across your hand, thick spurts of his release covering his own pants in cum. but there’s something else — a small hiss is heard as he continues to leak, and you notice chris is so lost in pleasure he ends up not able to hold his bladder, pissing himself in front of you.

“oh, sweetie” you coo, watching as chris squirms and holds onto you, “what a big mess you’ve made” you continue, still stroking him. he is completely embarrassed and wouldn’t dare looking at you in the eyes. you can feel his pout forming against you, his grip on your shoulder growing tighter as he needed reassurance. “mama… can i sleepover tonight?”

IM SORRY I DIDNT MENTION PEE UP THERE I WANTED IT TO BE A FUNNY SURPRISE and yes they’re alive and well i love you loser chris and milf reader… this is a gift for my sweet girl, everyone go wish @owenstar a happy birthday now!!!!!!