summary: chris is intrigued by your skincare routine, so you offer to do it for him too
warnings/notes: none? lmk if i missed anything
requested?: yes!!! tysm for all of these requests u guys are so creative
> > >
You were in Chris’ ensuite bathroom, applying a cleanser to your face. There was nothing better than washing off the remainder off the day and committing to some self care before bed.
Hearing Chris enter the room, you let him know you’re in the bathroom as he follows you in. He sits on the edge of the bathtub next to you, watching you.
You begin to dab the water off your face as you reach into the cabinet to pull out a cream face mask.
“What’s that?” asked Chris.
“It’s a face mask,” you respond as you unscrew the cap, “it’s kind of like a moisturizer, except you keep it on for a few minutes and then wash it off.”
He takes a closer look at the substance, tilting his head.
“Can I try?”
You smile at him as you nod, taking out another spatula for him before setting the container onto the corner of the sink. Taking a bit of the mask onto the spatula, you begin demonstrating how to put it on.
“Okay, don’t put too much. A little goes a long way,” you explain.
Chris finds a headband of yours in one of the drawers and he sets his hair back before getting to work. His application is slow and gentle, as if he was scared to mess up. It was a bit messy, but he did a good job overall.
“What now?” he asked.
You giggle at his impatience. “We wait.”
Grabbing the spatula from him, you rinse it in the sink before placing it back in your skincare bag.
You look over at him, giggling at his confused state. It’s not like it was his first time doing skincare, but he had never done it with you before.
His white face stared at you under the bathroom light, smiling as he noticed that you both looked slightly ridiculous.
After spending some time watching tiktok together, you begin to wash off your mask.
You get a towel and run it under warm water before wiping away at your face slowly. It always felt gross to wipe off this stuff, but the warmth of the cloth against your face was nice. Turning to Chris, you raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to take it off for you?” you asked.
His eyes lit up as he nodded, sitting back down at the edge of the tub and closing his eyes.
Finishing yourself up, you took another small face cloth and repeated the action of putting it under warm water. You moved to stand in between his legs and Chris’ hands instinctively went to the back of your thighs, gripping you close.
You ran the wet towel against his forehead and cheeks, making sure to wipe any residue from his face. He tilted his head back to give you a better angle. The newfound access made it easier for you to clean him up.
“That feels really nice,” he whispered.
You kissed his chin as you finished up. “Let’s rinse our faces and moisturize.”
“I thought the mask was moisturizing?” he asked curiously.
“It is, yeah, but you need to apply some after anyway. It keeps the moisture in so your skin doesn’t dry out.
He nodded at your explanation, turning the tap on to splash some water on his face. After getting rid of the remaining bits of the face mask, you pulled out your favorite lotion and began slathering it onto your hands.
“Okay look at me,” you said to Chris.
He tapped his face with a towel quickly before turning to you, hands finding your waist immediately. He turned his head to look at you in the mirror, smiling at the way that you were looking at him, hands covered in face cream.
You turned his face towards you before you massaged the lotion into his skin. Rubbing small motions into his skin, you lathered it onto his neck as well, making sure to get it everywhere.
His hands tapped your waist in a random rhythm, humming an unfamiliar tune as you worked away. He began to sway you slightly, despite the lack of music.
“We should do this more often,” he said as he pulled you closer, grabbing your hand in his as you wrapped the other around his neck.
Dancing around on the spot, you responded with a silent ‘yeah’.
It was all you could say as your words were cut short from your throat. You couldn’t focus on anything but his eyes staring down at you, the arm around your waist soothing you into a rhythm with him as he urged you to keep slow dancing.
His lips found your forehead as he pressed a kiss to it. They then moved to your nose before finally connecting his mouth to yours.
You hugged him tighter, pressing your body into his as the dancing came to a halt.
Brushing his fingers along the hem of your shirt, he pulled back and rested his forehead onto yours.
“Alright, let me help you moisturize too.”
He set you up on the sink, settling in between your legs as he grabbed the cream from the cabinet and opened it.
After tonight, skincare routines became a nightly necessity for you both.
😐this is so disappointing. i reported them twice and blocked their account but the videos i saw were just disgusting and i hope the triplets never see that shit
summary: chris tries to ease your worries as you try to find the perfect outfit
warnings/notes: mentions of insecurity, low self esteem
requested?: yes! number 24 “if only you could see yourself the way i do” and number 18 “can i have one more?” from my prompt list. @rainsoakedphoenix
> > >
Chris was waiting for you downstairs as you scrambled through a big pile of clothes, attempting to find something perfect to wear.
You were all going to dinner to celebrate the release of their new podcast. It was supposedly going to be huge - pretty much all their friends would be there. You haven’t met them all yet, so this was your chance to make a good first impression.
Chris had tried to calm you down countless times but you weren’t having any of it. This needed to be perfect.
Pulling on a pair of jeans you recently bought you moved to look at yourself in the mirror. Something seemed off about it.
When you had tried it on in the dressing room it was flawless, but now you felt lumpy and weird. It hugged you in all the wrong places and you felt like you couldn’t breathe in them.
Huffing, you unbuttoned them at the speed of light and threw them across your room, annoyed.
“Everything okay up there?” came Chris’ voice.
Throwing on a pair of cargos you stared at yourself in the mirror once more. You grew more and more agitated by the second - why did everything look so… weird on you?
You groaned as Chris gently pushed the door open, his head peeking in to see what all the fuss was about. His eyes darted from corner to corner, seeing the mess that you made while trying to look for an outfit. He immediately understood.
“Can’t find anything to wear?” he asked, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
His eyes studied you in the mirror, trailing across your collarbone and hair, admiring the way your legs looked in these pants.
“I can find something to wear - I just look atrocious in all of them!” you said.
You were angry and upset. Even his comforting arms encircling you felt claustrophobic. You never understood what he saw in you - could he not see what you saw in the mirror? How could he stand to look at you? How could his perfect hands ever touch you so gently when you felt like the worst person in existence?
“I think you look good in those,” he responded quietly.
Moving away from him, you go to sit on your floor, continuing your search for something that would make you bearable to look at.
Rooting through the mounds and piles of fabric, your heart began to race. You had gone through almost everything in your closet and still nothing was good enough.
Digging your palms into your eyelids, you tried to push back the onslaught of tears that threatened to break out.
Chris, sensing your discomfort, walked slowly towards you. Sitting next to you, he rubbed your shoulder.
With his other hand he picked up a black top. It was his favorite, he always complimented you when you wore it. In his eyes you were absolutely breathtaking - and he wished he could make you see that.
“Don’t cry,” he coo’d, “How about this one? You know I love when you wear it.”
His attempts at easing your insecurities only made your tears fall faster. You hated yourself for feeling like this. Today was his special day and you were ruining it by being a crybaby.
“I look disgusting,” your voice quivered. Taking your hands away from your face, you looked around once more, desperate to just put something on and go about your day.
Chris rests his fingertips against your jaw, tilting your head towards him.
His own eyes welled with tears. He had never heard you talk about yourself like that - and it hurt. It hurt him to know that someone as amazing as you could ever talk down on yourself. He remembered each moment that his heart fluttered upon seeing your smile, and the heat that pooled in his cheeks whenever you’d wear that one sundress that he liked.
“Don’t say that about my girlfriend,” he said, a sad smile playing on his lips.
Sniffling, you lifted your eyes to meet his.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “If only you could see yourself the way I do. Everything about you is perfect. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, your adorable laugh when I make a stupid joke. God, even when you cry you look drop-dead gorgeous. Why can’t you understand that?”
Cupping your face in his hand and wiping your tears away, he continued.
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and I’m the luckiest guy ever because I get to see this pretty face everyday.”
You nuzzled your head in his palm, finally calming down. Maybe you didn’t feel like the prettiest girl in the world, but Chris sure made you feel like it.
“I’m sorry for ruining everything,” you said.
You’re not fully sure what you even meant, but he seemed to understand.
“You didn’t ruin anything, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”
Throwing the shirt onto the bed, he offered you his hand, lifting you up from the ground.
“Now let’s get you dressed, yeah?” he said, picking the piece of fabric up.
Looking at your disheveled state, his heart broke. Your eyes were red and wet with unshed tears. Your fingers twiddled as you stared at the ground, your embarrassment evident. He wished he could take it all away.
“C’mere,” he said. He wrapped a hand around your neck, massaging the sides with his thumb. Another hand moved to gently tug your waist towards him, careful to not make you uncomfortable.
His lips were against yours in mere seconds.
He tried to pour all his love into the one kiss, hoping and praying that you could feel how much he adored you. Once he pulled away, he noticed the smile growing on your face.
You loved when he kissed you like that. Like you were the only person in the world - like if he let you go, you would disappear.
“There’s that pretty smile!”
Blushing, you buried your head in his chest. He rubbed your back rhythmically, his fingers brushed against your shoulder blades and moved down to the small of your back.
You raised your head to look at him.
“Can I have one more?” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
Chris grinned stupidly at you. He found it so endearing that even after all this time, you were still so shy to ask for affection.
“You can have as many as you’d like.”
And with that, his lips pressed against yours once more. Somehow he was softer this time, his hands grabbing your face to keep you in place. If he could kiss you forever he would.
He brushed his lips across your jaw now, earning a sigh from you.
“Just one more,” he said before adding another peck to the side of your neck.
Moving your hair to the side, he kissed down to your collarbone.
“Mm, one more,” he repeated.
Now moving to the back of your ear, he pressed little silent promises of love across your skin. Nose brushing against your throat, he moved to the other side of your neck.
“One more, baby, I promise.”
As he left open-mouthed kisses across your neck, you felt like a damn goddess. Maybe one day you would be able to see what he sees. Your hums made his heart race as he lifted his lips back to kiss you one last time.
His pupils were dilated as he gave you a goofy smile, his eyes trained straight onto yours. Pushing you to sit on the bed, he helped you pick out your outfit, finally satisfied with the cute little smile you had plastered on your face.
How could you ever think you’re not good enough when he treated you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him?
summary: reader gets their period and matt is right there to comfort them
warnings/notes: period pains, that’s about it
requested?: yes!
> > >
You woke up in the morning in excruciating pain. Clutching your abdomen immediately, you groaned as you rolled over, balling yourself up into a fetal position.
The first day was always the worst. You muttered a silent ‘fuck’ as you burrowed yourself deeper into the blankets.
Hearing your quiet cussing, Matt turned to you, worried. Switching his phone off the set it to the side and rubbed your shoulder.
“You okay?”
You just mumbled in response, too tired to reply. The stabbing pains in your abdomen were unrelenting, and you gripped yourself a little more.
“Period,” you managed to get out.
Matt immediately understood what to do. He got out of bed and walked to your side of the bed, pecking you on the forehead before leaving the room.
He came back in record time, a water bottle and painkillers in his hand. Setting them down on the bedside table, he began to coax you out of your cocoon of blankets.
“I know you’re in pain, but these will help,” he whispered, scared to make too much noise in case you also had a headache.
He helped sit you upright as he handed you the medicine and opened the bottle for you.
Drinking them down quickly, you leaned your head against the headboard. Your body felt sensitive and weak, and all the sudden movement caused you to feel more tired.
“Do you need anything? Pads? Food?” he asked, petting your hair back from your face.
You closed your eyes, wincing as another shot of pain drove through you.
“Just you, please,” you whined.
He took your head gently to lay you back down, tucking you back into the blankets. Climbing in behind you, he pulled you to him, cuddling into your back.
One thing that always helped your pains was warmth and pressure, and Matt knew this.
He slid his hand under your shirt, rubbing small circles into your abdomen. His hands were always warm - he was like a personal heating pad, and in this case, a hot water bottle.
He was much better than a warm bottle, you decided.
Pressing slightly onto your lower stomach, he felt you sigh. He was happy he could relieve the pain, even just a little bit.
He kissed your shoulder as he continued to massage the area, the circular motions causing you to fully relax into him.
“Thank you,” you muttered against the pillow, your mind drifting off.
He only hugged you closer, hoping to ease you back into sleep, or at least a comfortable nap.
“You’ll feel better when you wake up,” he said.
Closing his own eyes, he remembered he had to go out with Nick and Chris today.
Oh well. What’s another hour of them waiting? You were more important anyway.
summary: an innocent kiss in the kitchen which makes your heart race
warnings/notes: kissing, that’s about it
requested?: yes! number 1 “hugging and A absentmindedly kissing B’s neck” from my actions prompt list
> > >
Matt was over at your place today. He claimed he needed a break from Nick and Chris.
“I want to spend time with just you,” he had said.
He loved his brothers, but he also loved having you to himself occasionally. So now he sat in between your legs as you were perched on top of your kitchen counter, a movie mindlessly playing on your TV in the background.
He was watching you make yourself a cup of tea, eyes drifting to look at you as you waited for the water to boil.
Matt always thought you looked beautiful when you were in your comfy clothes. Something about seeing you engulfed in his sweater and a loose pair of sweats set his heart ablaze.
He fiddled with the neck of your - or his - jumper, adjusting it slightly as it was tucked inside of itself. Setting his hand down onto the counter to rest at your sides, he kissed the space on your neck absentmindedly.
Your breathing hitched slightly at the act. Somehow he still found ways to make you giddy and flustered, even after all this time.
“What?” he asked, amused by the heat rising to your cheeks.
You shook your head, giggling. “Nothing.”
“You liked that?” he teased. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you.
“Shut up!” you said as you lightly shoved his shoulder before covering your face up with your hands.
Sometimes you hated how much he could make you blush with the smallest of actions. You also loved it. No one could make you feel the way he did, and he knew it.
“Oh come on, I think it’s cute that you’re getting all embarrassed,” he said as he took your hands away to look at your face.
“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he added as he intertwined your fingers together.
He was killing you right now.
“Maattt,” you whined, looking away.
He laughed at your flushed state, noticing how you were looking down at the counter instead of at him.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
You hesitantly looked back at him, only to be met by him staring at you with the most adorable look. You couldn’t stay mad at that face. The adoring look that he had in his eyes would’ve made your knees buckle had you not been sitting down.
Matt’s hands moved up to your waist and encircled behind your back, moving you closer to him.
“How about an apology kiss?” he asked rhetorically.
Brushing his hair out of his eyes with your fingertips, you leaned forward to meet his lips.
His arms hugged you impossibly closer, your chests meeting in the middle. He always found a way to get you near him. You were just so intoxicating to him.
Hands burying into his hair, you deepened the kiss. He gently sighed into your mouth, molding them perfectly against yours. Suddenly you realized that you could die happy like this.
The boiling water was almost forgotten as you pulled away, Matt’s eyes still closed as you checked your tea cup.
“I need to finish my tea,” you stated, catching your breath.
He wasn’t having any of it, though. His lips chased yours once again, holding your cheek in one of his hands as he rubbed his thumb over it.
“The tea can wait,” he mumbled against your now warm lips.
“Mhm and you can’t?” you laughed back.
He looked you in the eyes, shaking his head with a dopey smile on his face. If there was anything Matt was good at, it was convincing you to forget about anything else you were doing in the moment.
Giving one last peck to his lips, you continued making your tea. His hands were now on your thighs, rubbing small circles into the fabric as he watched you.
Leaning his forehead on your shoulder, he waited for you to finish making your drink.
“Can I get a reward kiss for being so patient?”
You laughed yet again. He tended to be clingy, but today he was exceptionally affectionate.
“Matt, that was less than 2 minutes.”
“2 minutes too long,” he said as he watched you pick your tea up and jump off the countertop.
Taking your hand in his, he lead you to the couch to finish the half-forgotten movie.
summary: an innocent kiss in the kitchen which makes your heart race
warnings/notes: kissing, that’s about it
requested?: yes! number 1 “hugging and A absentmindedly kissing B’s neck” from my actions prompt list
> > >
Matt was over at your place today. He claimed he needed a break from Nick and Chris.
“I want to spend time with just you,” he had said.
He loved his brothers, but he also loved having you to himself occasionally. So now he sat in between your legs as you were perched on top of your kitchen counter, a movie mindlessly playing on your TV in the background.
He was watching you make yourself a cup of tea, eyes drifting to look at you as you waited for the water to boil.
Matt always thought you looked beautiful when you were in your comfy clothes. Something about seeing you engulfed in his sweater and a loose pair of sweats set his heart ablaze.
He fiddled with the neck of your - or his - jumper, adjusting it slightly as it was tucked inside of itself. Setting his hand down onto the counter to rest at your sides, he kissed the space on your neck absentmindedly.
Your breathing hitched slightly at the act. Somehow he still found ways to make you giddy and flustered, even after all this time.
“What?” he asked, amused by the heat rising to your cheeks.
You shook your head, giggling. “Nothing.”
“You liked that?” he teased. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you.
“Shut up!” you said as you lightly shoved his shoulder before covering your face up with your hands.
Sometimes you hated how much he could make you blush with the smallest of actions. You also loved it. No one could make you feel the way he does, and he knew it.
“Oh come on, I think it’s cute that you’re getting all embarrassed,” he said as he took your hands away to look at your face.
“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he added as he intertwined your fingers together.
He was killing you right now.
“Maattt,” you whined, looking away.
He laughed at your flushed state, noticing how you were looking down at the counter instead of at him.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
You hesitantly looked back at him, only to be met by him staring at you with the most adorable look. You can’t stay mad at that face. The adoring look that he had in his eyes would’ve made your knees buckle had you not been sitting down.
Matt’s hands moved up to your waist and encircled behind your back, moving you closer to him.
“How about an apology kiss?” he asked rhetorically.
Brushing his hair out of his eyes with your fingertips, you leaned forward to meet his lips.
His arms hugged you impossibly closer, your chests meeting in the middle. He always found a way to get you near him. You were just so intoxicating to him.
Hands burying into his hair, you deepened the kiss. He gently sighed into your mouth, molding them perfectly against yours. Suddenly you realized that you could die happy like this.
The boiling water was almost forgotten as you pulled away, Matt’s eyes still closed as you checked your tea cup.
“I need to finish my tea,” you stated, catching your breath.
He wasn’t having any of it, though. His lips chased yours once again, holding your cheek in one of his hands as he rubbed his thumb over it.
“The tea can wait,” he mumbled against your now warm lips.
“Mhm and you can’t?” you laughed back.
He looked you in the eyes, shaking his head with a dopey smile on his face. If there was anything Matt was good at, it was convincing you to forget about anything else you were doing in the moment.
Giving one last peck to his lips, you continued making your tea. His hands were now on your thighs, rubbing small circles into the fabric as he watched you.
Leaning his forehead on your shoulder, he waited for you to finish making your drink.
“Can I get a reward kiss for being so patient?”
You laughed yet again. He tended to be clingy, but today he was exceptionally affectionate.
“Matt, that was less than 2 minutes.”
“2 minutes too long,” he said as he watched you pick your tea up and jump off the countertop.
Taking your hand in his, he lead you to the couch to finish the half-forgotten movie.
Mmk but clingy Matt while readers trying to put on makeup 🤔 Like he keeps bothering her and asking what certain things r
cries
thank you sm for the request! love you ❤️
SMUDGED matt sturniolo
a/n help i loved the idea of this but im def gonna rewrite it bc i hate how i executed it
pairing matt x reader
summary request!
youre currently sitting down on matts bedroom floor, doing your makeup. you and matt are going out later tonight, but you still have an hour till you leave, so you take your time.
you look into the lit up ring mirror before pulling your eyeliner up to your eye lid. but ultimately pull it away when you see matts reflection in the mirror. the boy peaking his head around the door frame.
"what you doin?" he mumbles when he sees you looking at him. he walks into the room, sitting down next to you. pressing his leg against yours, his body heat immediately radiates off him.
you turn to press a quick kiss to the side of his head with a smile. "im getting ready for tonight."
"can i sit with you? i have nothing to do and i dont need to get ready yet." he states, setting his hand on your knee. rubbing small circles against your skin.
"of course," you giggle, picking your eye liner up to your face again.
matt watches carefully as you apply it over your nude eyeshadow. "thats eye liner, right?" he asks, leaning forward to actually watch you, and not your shined reflection. smiling as the white light washes over your skin, accentuating your unique beauty that he loves so much.
with a slight nod, you finish your eye before responding. "it is," you laugh. picking up your mascara. brushing it cautiously over your eye lashes, desperately trying not to poke your eye.
he drops his head, resting it on your shoulder, eyes focusing on the two of youse reflection again. "and what's that one? i know it but i dont know it."
"mascara," you inform, applying it to your lashes with your mouth hanging slightly open.
matt giggles, "whys your mouth open?"
setting your wand down, you laugh too, "i don't know. it just happens."
you shut off the light, and lean back on your hands. smiling lightly before turning to look at matt. he lifts his head off your shoulder, smiling brightly at you. "hi," he giggles.
"hi, love," you smile.
he leans down, gently holding your chin in his palm. swifting you away into a sweet and soft kiss.
pulling back, he unconsciously chases after your lips, frowning when you don't lean back in. "i just did my makeup," you laugh. "i don't need it to be all smudged and have to do it again."
matt rolls his eyes, "what if i want to get your makeup smudged?" he teases, placing his hand again on your jaw.
you giggle, leaning in to kiss his nose. "well that would be mean."
"i could always do it for you," he smiless.
letting out a teasing laugh, you shake your head. "no way kid, i saw what you did to charli."
he groans, "that was unfair."
"why?" you giggle, pressing a kiss to matts forehead and then his cheek.
"because she's like an influencer," he says.
you stop pressing kisses to his face and pull back, furrowing your eyebrows. "and youre not?" you laugh.
"ugh, whatever." he sighs. "not what i meant."
laughing, you pull him in for a short kiss before patting his leg. "go get ready." you smile.
he stands up and walks to the door before turning around and looking at your lips. "might wanna fix that," he snickers, waving his finger in your direction.
picking up a discarded pillow off the floor, you chuck it at him, hitting him in the chest. "fuck off, matthew!"
hey, so this is my first time requesting so sorry if it's a little scrambled. anyways feel free to ignore if you want to:)
so my idea is based off the most recent Wednesday video where the triplets meet up at the airport after spending 4 days from eachother. but let's say instead if going with Matt and Chris, you decide to go with nick and have a fun time at Disney l. but the main part of the fic would be Matt and Chris picking you and nick up and your reaction to Chris running up to nick, but also hugs at the port but alot of love at home (also maybe having a small conversation with MaryLou I just love her so much!) but yea I hope it's not too complicated and please only write this if you have time i dont want to overwhelm you. thank you!♡
thank you sm for the request! and dw, this wasn't overwhelming at all. i also LOVE these detailed requests because they help me figure out the fic more and take away any procrastination(?) ig. love you!! 🤭🫶
GONE matt sturniolo
a/n the way you can tell the difference between my phone and my computer while I write. also! I couldn't really tell if this story was meant to be platonic x triplets or if it was reader x matt or chris so I just went with what I was most comfortable with
pairing matt sturniolo x gender-neutral reader
summary request!
not proof read
walking out of the main entrance, your welcomed by the chilly night air in los angeles. youve always loved being outside at night, that is when it isn't just above freezing and its still only 8:30.
nick meets you at your side, his phone up to his ear as we search for his brothers under the slightly foggy weather. a light haze of oxygen and condonsation leaving a gentle dew at your ankles.
"where?" nick furrows his eyebrows, "I don't see you guys."
turning your head to your left, you smile when you see chris holding up a large sign, and yelling you and nicks names. a gentle laugh leaving your throat as he continues yelling out to you.
a loud 'i made you a sign!' could be heard over the honking of car horns and light chatter.
you and nick start walking towards chris and matt. but apparently, not fast enough as chris tries to hurry the two of you, but after his spewing doesnt work, he decidedly takes off in your direction. ultimately leaving matt behind as he starts walking behind him.
chris quickly jumps up, wrapping himself around nick like a stereotypical romcom. nick drops him, repeatedly mumbling "your not real" over and over. but your attention on them is short lived as you look towards matt.
a growing smile creeping on his lips the closer he got to you, which is slow and fair paced, because you know how much he hates the cheesy scenes like his brother just caused.
walking up to matt, you pull him into a quick hug. he presses his nose to the side of your head, softly kissing your cheek. "i missed you so much, love."
you smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw before tilting your head to meet his eyes. "i missed you too, matty."
he leans down, connecting your lips with his. you've been itching for this interaction for what feels like forever, though its only been four days. both of you having fun apart, but still waiting to be drawn together.
quickly being hit by the realization that you're still very much in a public setting, you pull back slightly. matt unconsciously chases after your kiss, not wanting to break apart just yet.
you smile, "c'mon, i wanna see mom."
matt amusedly rolls his eyes before taking your suitcase from you. "gee i missed you too, baby."
with a small laugh, you press another kiss to his lips before taking his freehand in yours. interlacing your fingers before tugging gently in the direction of the mini van.
. . .
walking into the triplets childhood home, your immediately met with a great whiff of something being baked.
nobody really seems to catch onto the smell as they all presumably head off into their own bedrooms. holding matts hand, you slow down, trying to wrap your head around the smell. whatever it is, you know marylou is tied to it.
matt gently tugs on your hand, smiling as he furrows his eyebrows. "you good?" he giggles. trying to drag him to his room so the two of you can catch up, in person this time instead of over a screen.
you look at him with a smile, "yeah, you go to your room ill meet you there in a minute."
"uhh, alright," he laughs, leaning down for a kiss quick kiss. "love you."
"love you," you smile before dropping his hand and leaving too the kitchen.
your grin widening when you find marylou washing her hands at the sink. hearing your footsteps, she turns around. a smile of her own appearing.
she laughs, drying her hands off. "i knew i heard someone coming in."
"yeah," you smile. "me and nick landed maybe two hours ago?"
"sit sit, im just about to pull these brownies."
ah. there it is. the smell youve so desperately been trying to figure out. smiling, you take a seat at the island. "thank you, marylou."
she pulls the brownies out, setting them on the oven. "well of course," she laughs. "anything for my favorite not-daughter!"
you laugh again, your smile bright as you speak with marylou. she was always like a second mother to you. at this point you spent more time talking to her than your own mom. she became such an influence in your life, and her love for her kids helped draw you in to feeling more connected with matt.
she cuts the brownies, and slides one over to you on a small plate. asking you simple questions about vidcon and disney, and just how you've been lately in general.
turning your head while answering marylou, you find matt walking into the kitchen. "hi mom," mumbles.
he walks up behind you, loosely draping his arms over your shoulders as he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your head. "you said you were gonna be a minute, its been like a million minutes." he mutters, dropping his head on your shoulder.
marylou laughs, "sorry, i didnt realize i kept them so long."
i shake my head with a smile, "dont worry, i love talking to you." you say, reassuring marylou. "thank you again for the br-"
"brownies?!" matt gasps, finally noticing the tray sitting closely in front of you. he unclasps his hands and reaches forward, quickly grabbing one.
you laugh, patting matt on the arm. "alright, lets go."
he straightens his back, taking a bite from the baked chocolate and walks out of the kitchen to his room.
extra a/n! idk if anyone else does this, but my dad calls my moms parents 'mom' and 'dad' and i think its the sweetest fucking thing ever so thats why reader referred to marylou as mom when talking to matt
feel free to ignore if you don't want to write it!
reader being best friends with nick, but matt and the reader have a crush on each other and nick tries to play cupid and get them together 💌
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and lastly, i sincerely hope you enjoy this!
I'm at the mall with my best friend, Nick. We're having lunch together, just the two of us. "Nick, can I tell you something?" I ask him.
"Yeah, go ahead," he says to me.
I shift in my chair uncomfortably. I don't really know how to broach the subject, but I've been holding this secret in for so long, I may as well come out and say it. "I think… I have feelings for your brother."
"Oh, I know," he replies, matter-of-factly.
I raise my eyebrows at him. "I didn't even tell you which one."
"Matt," he says quickly. "I mean, it's kind of obvious. You're always smiling at him and laughing at everything he says."
I slink back into my seat. I was hoping that it wasn't obvious, but here we are. "Well…" I continue. "I don't know what to do about it."
"What do you mean?" he asks me, tilting his head. "Why do you have to do anything about it?"
I shrug. "I don't know," I confess.
"I mean, he already likes you back," he adds nonchalantly.
My heart skips a beat. "He does?" I ask in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah. That's obvious, too. I've seen the way he looks at you. But don't worry, I have a plan," he smiles deviously.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask him nervously.
"Just trust me," he says.
I sigh. I guess I have no choice.
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I am at your house, sitting on your couch, playing games on my phone. Nick is busy editing a video in his room. You are taking a nap in your room. Chris comes up to me and pulls something out of his hoodie pocket. He slips me a note. "Matt wanted me to give this to you," he says in a low voice with a sly grin.
I hesitantly take the note, wondering why Chris is looking at me like that. "Okay… why didn't he just give it to me himself?"
He lets out a short chuckle, and he shrugs. "Kid's shy, I dunno."
I purse my lips and furrow my eyebrows suspiciously. "Should I open it… now?" I ask him.
"If you want," he answers, fidgeting with his hat.
I take a deep breath and look down at the note, weighing my options. I kind of want to read it in secret, just in case. "I think… I'll read it later," I decide aloud.
"Alright," he says, making his way to your room. I hear him open your door and then quickly close it again. It almost looked like he threw something in there. "He's asleep," he tells me.
"Yeah, I know," I nod at him, smiling. He's so strange. I love him, though. He just seems up to something. I wait for him to go downstairs to his room, and then I put my phone down and open up the note he gave me. It has terrible handwriting and spelling, but I can make out what it says:
roses are red
violets are blue
meet me at the park
tomorrow at 2
I giggle quietly at it, then cover my mouth with my palm. I don't want to wake you up. The note is cute, but it strikes me as odd. The handwriting seems like yours, but I'm not convinced that it's really something you would write, despite Chris telling me that it's from you.
Then, I remember what Nick said about having a "plan." I wonder if this has anything to do with it. I sigh and put the note in my pocket.
I leave your house before you wake up from your nap, saying good-bye to your brothers before I head out. The whole drive home, I'm thinking about that note. I'll still be at the park tomorrow, if only out of pure curiosity.
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I arrive at your favorite park at 1:50pm. I'm always early for everything. I'm slightly anxious, and I can't figure out why. But, even if you don't show up, I will have a nice time at the park; the weather is lovely today, after all.
I sit under a tree, listening to the birds and the squirrels. I smile to myself as I think about how soft the grass is, and how pleasant it is to breathe the fresh air. Then, I see someone approaching me out of the corner of my eye.
It's you.
I wave to you, my heart feeling like it's going to leap out of my chest. It compels me to stand up and give you the biggest hug. "Hi, Matt," I breathe.
"Hey," you giggle, giving me a gentle squeeze. "How are you?"
"I'm well," I reply. "How are you?"
"Good," you smile with shining eyes. "I got your note."
"What note?" I ask you. "I didn't write you a note."
You look at me in confusion. "I found it in my room yesterday, when I woke up from my nap," you explain, pulling something out of your pocket.
I pull the note out of my pocket, and we exchange them. It looks like Nick wrote an identical note for you, and signed it with my name, doing his best to copy my handwriting.
"I didn't write this," we both say at the same time.
"Chris wrote this," you tell me definitively, pointing to the note in your hand. That must have been what he threw into your room while you were sleeping.
"And Nick wrote this one," I say, holding up the note in mine. Nick must have told Chris to write me a note on your behalf. I hate to admit it, but his plan worked.
"I wonder why they did this," you giggle. "Weird."
I look down at the ground sheepishly. "Well… I might have something to tell you…" I admit.
"Hm? What is it?" you ask me, trying to meet my eyes with yours.
"I already told Nick, so I might as well tell you, too…" I mutter shyly.
You lightly rest your hands on my shoulders. "You can tell me anything," you say softly to me. Your eyes are peering into my soul, grounding me to the Earth, and a sense of calm washes over me, like everything's going to be okay.
"I love you, Matt," I breathe. "I have for a long time."
Your face inches closer to mine. "Why didn't you say anything?" you whisper.
"I don't know," I slowly shake my head. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship…"
You catch my lips with yours, giving me a deep, passionate kiss. "You could never ruin anything," you tell me. "I love you, too."
I wrap my arms around you and kiss you again, and again, and again. I want to be yours and love you forever.
I HAVE THIS VISION: what if reader and triplets have been friends for a long while now, and her and matt have been blurring the lines of friendship and more (maybe shared some kisses and etc) and they go to film the lie detector video and nick says “imma cut this one out, but are you and matt more than friends?” And shes just like “idk …” and it just evolves from there omg bye
"Lies"
I am currently getting hooked up to a lie detector in the Warehouse. I am nervous, only because I have trouble trusting myself with the way I see reality. I'm afraid of accidentally lying. Hopefully, no one asks me questions that are too personal.
"Are you ready?" Nick asks me once I'm fully hooked up.
"Yes?" I say, more like a question than an answer.
"Lie," John says flatly, giving the thumbs-down signal.
"Do you need water?" you ask me, handing me a water bottle.
"Yes, thank you," I say, taking it from you.
"True," John says, giving a thumbs-up as I drink the nice, cool water.
"Okay, now are you ready?" Chris asks, giggling.
"Yes," I say, more calmly this time.
"True," John says.
"Where were you born?" Nick asks me.
"California," I answer.
"True," says John.
"What year is it?"
"2023," I reply.
"True."
"Are you a vegetarian?" Nick asks me in an ever-so-slightly condescending tone.
"Yeah," I answer.
"True."
"Okay, Matt, you're up," Nick says to you.
"Alright," you say, a sly smirk crawling across your face. "Would you consider us friends?"
"Yes, of course!" I reply.
"True," John says.
"Nice," you nod to yourself. "Do you like rap music?"
"Absolutely," I nod.
"True."
"My last question for you is, do you like cats better than dogs?"
"Mhm," I say, avoiding your eyes. I know that you like dogs better.
"True."
"Alright, Chris, your turn," you say to him.
Chris sighs. "Well, Matt took one of mine, so I guess I only have two questions for you, now. You got off easy," he sneers playfully.
I quietly chuckle to myself.
"I was gonna ask you if you like rap music, but you already said 'yes,' and that was true, so… Tell me how you feel about pop music. Do you like pop music at all?"
I waggle my head a bit. "Mm… sometimes? It really depends."
"You have to say 'yes,' or 'no,'" Nick reminds me.
"Usually, no," I answer.
John hesitates. "True," he finally says, giving the thumbs-up signal.
"Interesting…" Chris nods slowly. "Alright, my last question is, are you single?"
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Uh… yeah?"
"True."
"I thought you knew this already?"
"Just making sure," Chris says.
"Inquiring minds want to know," Nick adds.
"What?" I say. "Like who?"
Nick and Chris look at each other, and then Nick looks at me and says, "Can I ask you one more question? I'll cut this part out of the video, I promise."
I look at the three of you, wondering what he could possibly want to ask me. "Okay…"
"So, like, I know you said before that you and Matt are friends, but… are you and Matt, maybe, a little bit more than just friends?"
Oh. This was the question I dreaded. I look at you, and you look back at me with an unreadable expression on your face. I think about all of the times we've held hands, and all of the sleepovers we've had, and the times you've hovered your lips over mine. But, at the core of our relationship, we have always been friends. We never defined our relationship officially. "No?" I ask you.
"Lie," John says, showing his signature thumbs-down signal.
Nick and Chris look at each other with wide eyes and open mouths. Chris looks at me and says, "Can I ask you one more question, then? Because Matt took mine, anyway."
"Please be kind," I beg him in a whisper.
"Do you want to be more than friends with Matt?" he asks me.
I look at you again, trying to plead for your help with my eyes. I don't know if you want to be with me officially. I'm so afraid of saying the wrong thing. I don't want to ruin our friendship, or whatever it is we have together. You mean so much to me that I couldn't bear to lose you. "No…?" I falter.
"Lie," John announces.
This time, Nick and Chris cover their mouths. They both turn and look at you expectantly.
You fold your arms across your chest, still looking at me intently. "May I ask you one more question?"
I unconsciously hold my breath. "Yes," I nod.
You purse your lips together nervously. You blink. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" I answer, unable to contain my smile.
All three of you look over to John, who I'm convinced is purposely keeping you in suspense.
He finally holds his hand out. "True," he says, flicking his thumb up.
"YEAH!" Nick cheers.
"Let's fucking go!" Chris says, giving Matt a hug.
You have a very pleased smile on your face, and I can tell that you're blushing. "Alright, get her outta that thing so I can kiss my girlfriend," you say, pointing to me.
↳ disclaimer: this is part 2, read part one here: es-tu vraiment à moi?
↳ summary: in which y/n gives chris a month to figure out and prove if their relationship is important to him, however it turns into a buzzer beater as chris struggles to sort his thoughts out.
↳ au category: collage age hockey player!chris
↳ warnings: female reader with she/her pronouns used, swearing, MENTIONS OF INJURIES, MENTIONS OF PAINKILLERS, relationship anxiety.
↳ author's note: title loosely translates to are you really mine? in french.
↳ request: yes the prompt was requested by someone on wattpad!!
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THIRD PERSON POV
FLASHBACK
"so what happens now?"
"i don't know chris, i love you, i really do but if you're going to be acting like you don't have a girlfriend then i don't want to be part of this relationship."
"y/n, please don't do this. i cant lose you, not over something stupid like this."
"the way you're makes me feel like you don't respect our relationship, like you don't respect me or my feelings."
"but i do, baby, i do."
"then why can't you show it?"
y/n looked at chris as they stood in the hallway, the party continuing on, the tension surrounding the couple drowning the noise out until it became a slow thrum of distant music.
"i don't know." chris breathed out, his shoulders deflating as he looked at y/n, his heart hammering against his chest as hers shattered in her chest.
"alright. until you can figure out what you want, we're done chris. i'm not going to wait around forever, you have a month." y/n spoke, her voice wavering as she looked at him, an unmistakable look of hurt tugging at her features as she pushed past him. chris leaned against the wall, his eyes stinging with unreleased tears as he dialed nick's number.
FLASHBACK ENDS
y/n had given chris a month. she knew what she wanted and she wanted him to figure out exactly what it is that he wants. that was almost four weeks ago.
she sighed as she leaned against the counter of the half wall right in front of the rink's home bench. y/n had decided to oversee the bantam AA 15 and under hockey team's practice, watching as the kids skated across the ice, practicing their slap shots and breakaway techniques.
despite her not currently being with chris, she was still heavily involved in the hockey community around in somerville, she grew up in the rink and it where she went when she needed to clear her head. greg stevens, the main coach for almost all high school and college hockey teams, was practically her second father.
so when she approached him, asking if she could use the rink after practice, he gave her permission with no hesitation because he knew something was up.
"alright everyone, practice is over, go change please!" the head coach called out, praising the kids for the work they put into their practice today. y/n followed coach stevens, congratulating them as well.
"hey stevens do you mind if i use the rink for a bit, i need to get my mind off some shit, i'll make sure to lock up when i leave."
"yeah i don't mind! you know where the light switches are right?"
"yeah i do, thanks again stevens."
"yeah yeah, but you're on skate tying duty for the peewee team for a week." he laughed, patting her on the shoulder as he walked by, making the girl smile warmly.
she stepped into the audio booth, connecting her phone to the aux cord and putting her favourite playlist after grabbing her worn out but still functional figure skates from the bench in the hallway. sitting on the bench she quickly pulled them on and tied them.
stepping onto the ice, she sighed before skating a few laps, getting lost in the music as it played from the loudspeakers. after practicing her old figure skating routine, she pulled on her skate guards onto the blades of the skates and took off toward the vending machines, purchasing a bottle of water.
as she walked back toward the ice, she heard the front door open. sighing, she turned around and called out.
"hi sorry the rink is closed for a private practice!" she spoke, walking to the lobby, immediately stopping in her tracks as she saw chris standing there, his duffle bag beside him, and his hockey stick in hand.
"shit sorry, stevens said i could use the rink for an extra practice tonight." he replied, his voice monotonous as he looked at her, prominent eye bags starkly visible against his pale skin and a slight stubble growing.
she pursed her lips into a thin line and nodded before speaking,
"alright well we can split the ice i guess. you get the visitors bench and i'll get the home bench because it's got the audio booth because i'm connected to the speakers right now."
"okay."
and with that, they both walked toward the ice, her much farther ahead of chris. he disappeared into one of the locker rooms while she walked back out toward the ice, her skate guards strewn carelessly with slight anger on the home bench as she grappled with the idea of having to face chris.
she went through the routines she had learned over the many years of figure skating she had taken from a young age. groaning as she got into the harder routines, struggling to remember how to do certain moves.
chris had claimed his half of the ice about an hour ago, moving through plays that his coaches had taught him over the years of playing hockey.
the two of them had respected the division of the ice, not wanting to bother one another but unbeknownst to each other, they were both desperately wanting to reach out, to call out to one another, and put an end to the war causing a rift in their relationship.
as she skated back to the bench, your legs desperately needing a break due to her not properly stretching beforehand. sitting on the chair in the audio booth, she sighed, letting her gaze drift to chris as she watched him.
y/n watched as he practiced slap shot after slap shot, missing nearly every single time, a tell tale sign that his mind was elsewhere. chris had a wicked slap shot, hardly ever missing one in any of the games he played over his entire professional hockey career.
she continued to watch as he frustratedly threw his stick before skating to his bench, sitting there with his head in his hands. not wanting to be caught staring, she quickly averted her face and stepped back onto the ice, focusing on practicing a few of her favourite moves.
she had just finished a salchow jump when she heard chris yell something before feeling something hit her ankle, knocking her off balance, and causing her to fall back onto her ass.
"fuck." she hissed, pulling her knee to your chest, holding her ankle as chris skated over to where she sat, trying to push her tears down.
"i'm so sorry y/n, i wasn't paying attention to where i was shooting the puck." he mumbled, crouching in front of her as she sat there for a moment, trying not to yell out every curse word in the entire english vocabulary.
"i'm fine chris." she muttered as she untied her skates, the tightness of tight right skate making her ankle throb ten times worse. pulling them off, she sighed, wincing as she looked at her right ankle, a bruise already forming.
"let me see." he spoke, his voice thick with worry and remorse as she shook her head, her skates in her hand as she tried to push herself up, forgetting that she was right side dominant as she stupidly put her weight on her injured ankle, causing her to fall back as she groaned angrily in pain.
wordlessly, chris wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked the other under her knees, effortlessly lifting her up much to her dismay, and skating toward the bench.
"i'll grab a first aid kit, wait here." he hummed, taking her skates, and presumably putting them in her bag before returning with a standard hockey rink first aid kit, her shoes, ibuprofen for the pain, and a bottle of water in hand.
"here." he replied, not looking at the girl as he handed her the ibuprofen and water before sitting down beside her, turning her body to face him as he placed her ankle in his lap.
"can you move your foot at all?" he asked, taking out two tensor bandages and the clips that came with them.
"chris, you know i can do this myself, it's not like i haven't hurt my ankle while skating before." she detested, not wanting his help as she reached for the bandages, rolling her eyes exasperatedly and muttering to herself as he moved them out of reach.
"can you move your foot at all?" he repeated, ignoring her stubbornness and refusal to let him help. giving up she groaned again.
"slightly but it hurts." she mumbled, a dejected tone to her voice as she wiggled her foot slightly.
"okay. do you want the bandage over or under your sock?"
"over for now."
she watched as he quietly bandaged her foot, his eyes flicking up to meet hers ever so often, almost as an act of reassurance, making sure she weren't wincing in pain as he maneuvered her foot to carefully wrap the bandage around it. once he was finished, he grabbed her shoes, slipping the right one on over the bandage.
"is that too much pressure on your foot?" he asked quietly, watching as her face contorted slightly.
"yes." she whimpered slightly as he carefully slid her boot off. placing it back in his lap and readjusting the bandage.
"you know, y/n, you were always important to me. you came above everything else, even my career."
"chris i don't want to have this conversation right now."
"no we're having this talk right now because i know i won't see you again before friday or get another chance because the month will have passed."
"chris-" she started, wanting to remove herself from this conversation, scared of what his answer could possibly be.
"no, please just shut up for two seconds and listen." he laughed slightly, making her roll her eyes. however, there wasn't any mean intent behind the action.
"you are my everything. you are always going to be my first choice and i'm sorry i ever made you doubt that. i had let myself get lost in the attention i got from being on the rise as a hockey player. i didn't realize it then but i do now, that wasn't fair to you. i love you and only you. seeing you hurt that night because of my actions and seeing you hurt again tonight because of my same reckless actions made me realize that i don't ever want to hurt you again. i want to be with you and i want to show that you are my number one." he spoke, his hands resting on her thigh as he looked at her, watching her face as she smiled, light tears along her waterline flickering in the light.
"i love you, chris." she whispered, her hand moving to the back of his neck, pulling his head forward as the their lips met his in a fervent kiss.
"now let's get you home so you can prop your ankle up."
I sit on the triplet's couch, watching TV. I check the time. 10:00 PM, the clock reads. A whole hour after Chris usually gets home from a meeting. I sigh and tap my foot, hoping he's alright. He hasn't answered my texts, but I've heard from Nick that this meeting is particularly long and heavy.
My eyes light up as I hear the door being unlocked and shoved open. Chris enters first, his hair unruly as ever and head tilted down. A sharp scowl overtakes his usually laid-back features.
"Hey baby, how was it?" I ask, standing up and smiling. My brow furrows and a frown tugs at my lips as instead of pulling me into a hug like he always does, Chris walks swiftly past me without even sparing me a glance. Concerned, I try to follow him, only to be tugged back by a hand on my wrist. I turn to see Nick, holding me back.
"Give him some space," he says quietly. "He's stressed out, we all are." He releases my wrist with a sigh.
"Oh," I mumble, plopping back down on their couch. Nick follows my action and rubs his face with his hands. He lets his hands fall and turns to me with a tired smile.
"What do you want to watch?"
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It's been around two hours since Chris ignored me at the door, and I've been watching TV with Nick the whole time, Matt opting to go to his room like Chris did. Now, Nick is asleep on the couch, his feet in my lap. I chew on my bottom lip as I check the time. 12:02 AM. I sigh and gently push Nick's feet off of me. I quietly creep my way up the stairs and stand in front of Chris's door. I see a dim light coming from the crack beneath it. I take a deep breath and slowly push open his door.
Chris sits at his desk, his head in one of his hands, a look of deep concentrated on his features as he stares at his computer, clicking away with his free hand. The computer is the only thing lighting up his room, straining on my eyes. I gently shut the door behind me.
"Hi Chris," I say softly, taking a few steps towards him. I stand there, playing with my fingers as I wait for his response.
"Hi," he says, his voice monotone and blunt. I chew on my lip, worried. He never acts like this, not even when he's angry.
"How... how was the meeting?" I ask quietly. I inch closer to him reaching out a hand to rest on his back. He doesn't look at me, his stare still focused on his computer. It looks like he's working on his videos and deals.
"Fine," he answers. His voice is monotone still, with an edge to it. I can tell that if I say anything else it'll annoy him. But I continue anyways.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask, my eyebrows pinched together.
"Oh my God, are you fucking oblivious?" He asks angrily, standing from his desk chair. "Obviously I don't want to talk right now, just leave me the fuck alone!"
Hurt contorts my features as I stare back at him. I watch his face drop from the angry expression he had before to a look of realization and panic.
"Wait baby, I didn't mean that-" he starts reaching out to grab my hand, but I ignore him as he ignored me before and push past him, tears brimming at my eyes as I slam his door behind me and jog down the stairs. I can hear a distant 'fuck' from his room, and his door opening. I rush past Nick in the living room and open their front door. Nick is sat up, his sleepiness still evident on his face.
"What hap-" I hear Nick begin speaking but before he can answer I slam their front door behind me and get in my car, backing out of their driveway and flooring the gas to get back to my own house.
Speeding through the neighborhood, I pull over for a moment to wipe the tears from my eyes that are blurring my eyesight. I softly drop my head onto my steering wheel as I cry. Chris never snaps at me, never. I finally sit up and wipe the tears from my eyes and resume driving. I stop for gas on the way home, but as soon as I pull up to my driveway, I know I'm not alone.
I squint at my house. I didn't leave any lights on, so why is my living room window lit up?
My heart pounds as I clutch at the pepper spray in my purse, gently closing my car door. I make my way up to my front door and hold out my pepper spray as I quietly open my door. I let out a silent breath of relief as I see that it's only Chris inside, sitting at my dinner table, seemingly distressed. My relief is short-lived as I remember the events of only around an hour ago. Just as I'm about to leave, Chris notices me. "Wait," he calls out, his voice hoarse. "Please, don't go." There's a quiver in his voice that causes me to hesitate long enough for him to grab my wrist, preventing me from leaving. "Please," he whispers. "I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have snapped at you. It was wrong, and I feel awful."
I finally meet his eyes for the first time today, noticing how bloodshot they are and the dark circles beneath them. A flood of concern and empathy for him fills my body, but there's still hurt and anger. "You yelled and cussed at me," I mumble, looking away from him. In the corner of my eye I see his shoulders droop and his head lower. I take a deep breath. "But you were also stressed," I continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek delicately, "and I forgive you." He smiles softly and leans into my touch, pressing a kiss to my palm. He pulls me in for a passionate kiss, conveying his emotions through it. He breaks it to squish me against him in a warm embrace, burying his face into my hair.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" He asks quietly. "Of course you can," I whisper, leading him into my bedroom and towards my bed. We both flop down and I cuddle up against him, feeling his smile against my forehead.
"I love you," he mumbles sleepily, tightening his arms around me. I smile and press a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you too," I whisper as we slowly drift off to sleep.
Can you do first time making out with matt and your both flustered and blushing and just very in love kissing each other and leaving hickies
i have written this story already, but since i posted it in 2 separate parts, i have put them together for your convenience:
"Hours"
There, under your covers we lie, stroking each other's faces delicately with our fingertips. My vision goes a bit hazy as I trace your strong jawline. I've never been this physically close to you before, but I've dreamed about it for a long time.
You have the most kissable lips I've ever seen. I often find myself wondering what you taste like. And, with the way you're looking at me right now, I feel like I might finally get my chance tonight.
I close my eyes and slowly, carefully press my lips against yours. You return the kiss, and we wrap our arms around one another. Warmth spreads throughout my entire body, and I am smitten with you. My leg goes up over yours, inviting you to come even closer to me, so that our whole bodies are touching.
You gently squeeze me as you deepen the kiss. When our lips come apart, it makes a delightful, satisfying smacking sound. "I could kiss you for hours," you say to me, your eyes full of love and desire.
"Then do it," I whisper to you.
You smile at me and go in for more. You taste divine, and I can feel the love you have for me pouring out of your heart and through your kiss as you hold me in your arms. The weight of your body on top of mine makes me feel safe.
I tenderly run my fingers through your hair and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you. I could never have too much of you.
Oh, you were worth the wait.
You hum against my lips, and it makes me come undone. I open my mouth, allowing your tongue to slip inside. I want you, I want you. I want to drink you up like the desert drinks up the monsoon rains. I want to kiss you forever.
You gently cup my face in your hands and continue to kiss me. You kiss my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, my chin. You come back to my lips and kiss me so gently, that I feel like my heart has blossomed like a chrysanthemum. To be kissed by you is a dream come true, and I don't want it to end.
I kiss every freckle on your face, watching you smile and blush and giggle as I do so. I lightly stroke you behind your ears, and you make pleasant sounds in response. I kiss your lips again, feeling your warm breath against my skin.
You lower your head and start kissing my neck. It doesn't take you long to find my most sensitive spot there, eliciting a whimper from me. Once you find it, you repeatedly kiss me there. Then, you do something wonderful: you start licking me there, then nibbling on me there, then softly sucking on me there. It feels indescribably amazing.
"Matthew," I beg. "You're going to give me a hickey."
"I don't care," you say, in the throes of passion. You suddenly look up at me, your lips red and slightly swollen from kissing me. "Do you?"
"I guess not," I concede.
"Good," you tell me. "I want the world to know you're mine."
For every hickey you give me, I give you another, matching one. After several hours, we are completely covered in each other's marks. Now, the world will know that we belong to each other.
can I request?? ok so if yes, can you do matt x reader w freckles, nd one day they're js laying in bed nd when u wake up, nd look at matt, all he can focus on are your summer freckles and sun-kissed cheeks, nd she's like "what??" nd he js sits there nd talks abt how pretty she is during this time of year.. idk if tha made sense, but yea🤠✌️, anyways thank you!!
thank you sm for the request! sorry it took so long, love you ❤️
SUN-KISSED matt sturniolo
a/n everyone thank @oneirophobic for forcing me to write this whole thing in 30 minutes. and this isnt going to be the 300 special, ill put the number 2 most voted up tomorrow!
pairing matt sturniolo x reader
summary request!
your eyes drew heavy as you watched the television played the late night run of various shows. now playing one of the first episodes of the 90s hit- full house.
knowing your close to breaking through your slight vision of being awake and descending into a soft slumber, you turn your head to look at matt. ready to bare him goodnight.
but to your surprise, hes already looking down at you. his light blue eyes lay heavy like yours, ready to be overcome into his own sleep.
he raises his hand up to your face, gently dragging his thumb across your cheek. "your freckles are so pretty," he smiles, the late haze overpowering his voice.
a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. in the summer, your freckles always turn up, being more accentuated then they are during the winter. and matt cant get enough of it. "thank you, love."
"like little stars," he mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your nose.
you giggle lightly at the feeling. "i really need to take you star gazing one night."
he lazily shrugs, "no use in that, really."
raising a brow at him, you laugh. "really? why's that. you would love it, i can promise that."
his eyes search yours, taking a long pause before finally responding to you. "id never even glance up at the sky. i can promise that." he giggles, smiling brightly at you.
the words make you immediately feel like jell-o in his arms. your face undoubtedly flashes a bright shade of pink as he beams down at you. wanting nothing more than to bury your face in matts neck, attempting to hide your embarrassment.
running his thumb over your nose, and then your cheek again, he sighs gently. "id rather count the stars right here than the ones above us."
you smile, pushing yourself up to press a passionate kiss on his lips. his thumb still carefully running back and forth under your eye. "i love you, kid." you mumble, pulling away just enough to press your forehead unto his.
"i love you too." he smiles, pulling you back into the kiss.
summary: matt and his obsession with hugging you from behind
warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed anything
requested?: yes, tysm anon :)
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One thing you quickly learned about Matt when you two started dating was that he absolutely loved to be close to you at all times. Especially back hugs.
It didn’t matter where you were, or what you were doing. He’d always find a way to do it. It was sweet - the fact that even when you were doing other activities, he still wanted to be as near to you as possible.
There were countless examples of this.
- - -
𝟏. You were standing in the fruit and vegetable aisle, trying to find the most ripe ones to bring home. Matt had disappeared somewhere with Nick and Chris, so when a pair of arms snaked their way around you, you were confused.
“Hey,” Matt’s voice muttered as he rested his chin against your shoulder.
You visibly relaxed as you turned to look at him.
“Hey,” you replied, “I’m almost ready to go, I just wanna get a few apples.”
He mumbled a quiet ‘mhm’ as he watched your hands put the fruit in a bag, admiring how much care you were putting into such a mundane activity.
You smiled to yourself as you felt Matt squeeze you close to him. Normally he wouldn’t be so affectionate in public - but when he was tired he tended to be clingy.
This was the first time you experienced one of Matt’s classic back hugs.
𝟐. You were over at Matt’s house, helping him cook dinner. It wasn’t anything difficult - just pasta. However he insisted that you do it together, using anything as an excuse to spend time together.
You were stirring the water softly, the steam rising to your face, burning your skin slightly.
“Ow,” you said while backing away from the pot; only to be met by a hard, fleshy wall. Matt was already there, enveloping his arms around you.
“You okay?”
He walked you back to the pot, making sure to move your head away from the steam. Replacing your head with his, he placed his head on your shoulder. Using one hand to stir, the other was inching towards your stomach under your shirt, his fingers tracing random patterns as he hummed contently.
Your back was safely pressed against his chest and the vibrations from his hums could’ve made you fall asleep if you weren’t so busy cooking.
𝟑. It had been a long day. Matt had finished recording a new podcast episode, and you had been cleaning your house from top to bottom.
It was safe to say you both were wrecked.
Arriving to his house, you noticed that him, Nick, and Chris weren’t home yet. Crawling into his bed, you decided to wait for them to finish their work. You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep in his t-shirt, the smell of his cologne easing you to sleep easily.
You were awoken by a pair of warm arms pulling you closer. You could feel Matt bury his face in your hair, pressing your back to his chest like he always did.
“You look good in my shirt,” he said, the sleepiness in his voice becoming evident in the way he slurred his words.
“Mm..” you mumbled incoherently. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” he said, nuzzling impossibly deeper into your warmth.
“Love hugging you like this. Y’so soft.” And with that, his eyelids grew heavier and he fell into a comfortable sleep.
You had the best sleep ever that night.
- - -
Now as you stood over the two cups of hot chocolate on your counter with Matt in his pyjamas behind you, his signature hug was encasing you in warmth.
It was your first Christmas together. Matt’s gentle touch tickled your sides as he caressed your waist from behind - and Nick and Chris’ laughs could be heard coming from the living room.
