#{matty}

[rickyapologist]

the fine line between disgust and desire is real and I know that because I live there full time

[matttmurdock]

thank you born again for the shower scenes amen

[didyoulookforme]

[mattys-marbles]

my beautiful wife

[stickeriffic]

サンリオキャラクターズ 70's

お馴染みのキャラからお久しぶりのキャラまで…！1970年代デビューのサンリオキャラクターが大集合！レトロでかわいいカラーリングと使いやすい表現でトークを楽しもう♪

[sunnyluna]

History, Riddle - Mattheo Riddle

Part two of Five Minutes Summary: Mattheo tries to make things right, but one morning changes everything. Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating @adathequeen Hope you like it :)!

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A week after Y/N and Mattheo ended things, the news broke—not quietly, not discreetly—but with the force of a Howler in a silent room: he and Astoria Greengrass were officially together.

The Slytherin friend group had an unspoken rule to avoid the storm of gossip that followed. They didn’t need to discuss it; they all understood. But Hogwarts was a castle built for whispers, and whispers traveled faster than broomsticks. Everyone thought they knew the story. They didn’t. But that never stopped the assumptions from spreading like wildfire.

And Astoria didn’t help. She floated through the corridors like she’d just been crowned queen, her hand hooked possessively through Mattheo’s arm, the picture of smug victory. Her laugh was just a little too loud, her glances just a little too pointed. It wasn’t subtle, and it wasn’t meant to be.

The questions started almost immediately—snide remarks thrown casually in the corridors, pointed looks in the common room, even blunt inquiries from those who thought they were entitled to the truth. The boys shut it down. Pansy shut it down. But Y/N… she was the one everyone turned to. The one they assumed had been humiliated. The one they assumed had been cheated on.

She didn’t give them the satisfaction.

Every morning for the next week, Y/N kept her gaze fixed anywhere but the far end of the Slytherin table where Mattheo and Astoria sat. Sometimes she’d catch a flicker of movement in her periphery—Mattheo’s hand resting on her knee, Astoria tilting her head back in exaggerated laughter, his eyes scanning the Great Hall just long enough to check if Y/N was watching. She never was.

The boys made it their mission to keep her distracted—Theo picking pointless debates, Draco shoving extra toast onto her plate, Blaise dropping dry one-liners until she had no choice but to smirk. Pansy leaned in close to whisper biting gossip about everyone except Mattheo and Astoria, her painted nails tapping on Y/N’s arm until the smile finally came. It was their way of saying: you’re not alone in this.

But even with their efforts, the truth lingered in the air between them—heavy, unspoken, undeniable. Hogwarts had already decided on its version of events. And Y/N was still learning how to live under its weight.

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Weeks passed. Mattheo didn’t expect the isolation to hit him this hard. At first, he convinced himself it was fine. He had Astoria, after all. But the truth gnawed at him in the quiet moments—he missed his friends. He missed the chaos. He missed laughing until his stomach hurt in the common room at 2 a.m., plotting stupid pranks, dodging detentions as a team.

Astoria’s company, while thrilling at first, began to grate on him. Her constant gossip about people he didn’t care about made his ears buzz. At least when Pansy gossiped, it was razor-sharp, accurate, and occasionally hilarious—especially when she was tipsy. Astoria’s chatter just made him feel… empty.

So, after a month, he cracked.

He didn’t go to the right person—not Y/N. Instead, one early morning, as the boys were getting ready to head down and meet the girls for breakfast, Mattheo blurted it out.

“Please, can we all just go back to being best mates?” His voice was quieter than usual, but the word “please” landed like a thunderclap.

Theo didn’t even try to hide his scoff. “You think we can just go back to being best friends after what you did to Y/N?” His tone was cold, but the glare in his eyes burned hotter than dragon fire.

Mattheo’s gaze darted between them, searching for someone—anyone—to back him up. Draco buttoned his robes in silence. Blaise leaned against his desk, unreadable. Lorenzo crossed his arms, unimpressed.

“You fucked up big time, mate,” Lorenzo finally said, voice level but firm. “And like we’ve said before, our loyalties are with Y/N. She’s been there for us—always. And right now, she’s the one who needs us.”

Nobody argued. They didn’t need to. The nods from Theo and Draco said enough.

Lorenzo opened the dorm door and walked out without a backward glance. Theo and Draco followed. Blaise lingered.

Mattheo sat heavily on the edge of his bed, dragging a hand through his curls until his scalp ached.

Blaise sighed and crossed the room, dropping onto the mattress beside him. “Look… what you did was unforgivable,” he said plainly. “I wish I could show you exactly how she was that night. She let out this sob—Merlin, it echoed. The pain she felt, we all felt. I almost cried with her, Mattheo.”

Mattheo blinked, startled. He’d never seen Y/N crumble. Not once. She’d taken his worst moods like a pro, standing her ground and calling him out when he needed it. She’d never been afraid of him. That strength was one of the reasons he’d fallen for her in the first place.

Blaise stood, heading for the door. “We miss you too,” he admitted, pausing in the doorway. “But Y/N is our priority. She’s our best friend. Give us time. Give her time. Maybe I’ll talk to her. But no promises.” He glanced back, eyes steady. “Because if it comes down to it, we’ll always pick her.”

The door shut behind him, and Mattheo was left alone, the words replaying in his head like a curse he couldn’t break.

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Three months later, the Slytherin common room was blaring with laughter and drinks.

It was late—far past curfew—but nobody cared. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting shadows that danced across emerald walls. Y/N lounged on the couch between Draco and Pansy, her legs curled under her, a drink in hand. Theo and Blaise were sprawled out on the rug, trading jabs over who made the better poker face, while Lorenzo had claimed an entire loveseat, stretched out like he owned the place. Laughter spilled easily between them, warm and unguarded, and for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like herself again.

The past month had been a slow climb out of the wreckage Mattheo had left behind. Her heart was still healing, but the ache had dulled enough for her to laugh without it catching in her chest. She grinned at her friends—her chosen family—and thought, This is what peace feels like.

And yet… there was a space in their circle no one quite acknowledged. A missing piece of the puzzle.

Mattheo Riddle.

She hadn’t spoken to him in three months—not a single word. She’d needed the distance, the time to patch herself together. But now… now she was ready. Not to forgive, not yet. But to take the next step in moving forward.

Which was why, when she saw movement near the stairs that led to the boys' dorm, she didn’t flinch.

Mattheo stood there, half in shadow, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. He hovered behind Theo and Blaise, who sat cross-legged on the rug, drinks in hand. Slowly, the laughter in the room fizzled into silence.

Lorenzo’s head turned first. His easy sprawl stiffened into something sharper, his glare cutting across the room. Theo set down his glass, every inch of him coiled like he was one second away from throwing a punch—or worse.

Blaise, tipsy and flushed, only gave a crooked smile, lifting his drink lazily. “Well, look who crawled out of his dark and brooding cave.”

Pansy was less amused. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing to icy slits. “What are you doing here, Riddle?”

Mattheo’s lips curved into a rare, almost playful smile. “Missed you too, Parkinson.”

The tension spiked. Draco, sitting close beside Y/N, didn’t take his eyes off Mattheo. Without thinking, he slung an arm around her shoulders in a gesture that was equal parts protective and possessive. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Y/N couldn’t help it—she chuckled softly at the way they all closed ranks without hesitation. Setting her glass down, she stood, drawing every gaze in the room.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice steady. “I asked him to come.”

The reaction was instant.

“What?” they all shouted at once—well, Blaise’s was more of a drunken drawl, but the disbelief was unanimous.

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Earlier that day, Y/N had stumbled across a rare sight: Mattheo Riddle, completely alone in the Astronomy Tower. No Astoria clinging to his arm, no smug smile aimed at the world like she’d already won.

“I see we both had the same idea,” Y/N said casually, her voice breaking the quiet.

Mattheo jumped like he’d been hexed, whipping around to stare at her in shock. This was the first time she’d spoken to him since that night.

It took him a moment to recover, but when he did, his tone was almost careful. “Yeah… needed some fresh air.” He turned back toward the open expanse, watching the first rays of sunrise crawl over the horizon.

Y/N stepped forward, joining him at the ledge. The early morning sky bled from deep violet to gold, clouds blushing pink under the slow rise of the sun. The sight tugged at memories she hadn’t meant to revisit—those mornings when they’d sneak up here together, still rumpled from sleep, sharing stolen hours like they were the only two people in the world.

Silence settled over them, heavy but not unbearable, stretching long enough for the air between them to thicken. Neither seemed willing to make the first move.

Finally, Y/N broke it—with the kind of remark that was sharp enough to cut through the tension.

“I see your other half didn’t manage to glue herself to your side for once,” she said lightly, eyes still on the horizon. “Or did she get lost on the way up? It’s a long climb for someone who wears heels to breakfast.”

Mattheo turned his head toward her, a chuckle escaping before he could stop it. Of course, she’d start there. “I never bring her with me,” he said simply.

She only hummed in reply, the sound almost dismissive, though her lips twitched like she was holding back a smile.

He kept looking at her. The sunrise painted her features in soft gold, making her eyes catch the light just so. And then he noticed—really noticed—what she was wearing.

Those pajama shorts. The ones that always rode up just enough when she walked to flash a dangerous sliver of skin. And over them, a hoodie that… wasn’t his.

Still, something about it nagged at him. He’d seen it before, he was sure of it. The faded print on the sleeve, the way the fabric hung just a little too big on her frame—it was familiar in a way that made his chest tighten. He couldn’t place it, and the not knowing irritated him more than he wanted to admit.

It was slipping off one shoulder now, revealing the delicate white lace of her bralette. He tore his eyes away, jaw tight.

Merlin, he’d missed her. Not just the way she looked, but the way she filled the air without even trying. Around Astoria, he always felt… smothered. Suffocated under her constant touch, her relentless chatter, the way she demanded all the oxygen in the room.

But here—standing next to Y/N with the world still quiet and half-asleep—he could breathe again.

“The boys miss you,” Y/N said at last, glancing over her shoulder at him. She leaned lazily against the railing, the sunrise bathing her skin in gold. “I can tell… the way they drop some half-baked innuendo and pause, like they’re waiting for you to pop out of thin air and top it with something so filthy they regret asking. You’ve left them tragically underwhelmed.”

She rolled her eyes, though the tiniest curve tugged at her lips.

Mattheo’s answering smile was small, almost hesitant. “I miss them too.”

Her gaze met his—sharp, steady—and for the first time since that night, her pulse stayed even. No skipped beats, no pang in her chest. She breathed out slowly, eyes closing for a second before drifting back to the horizon.

Mattheo, however, felt the opposite. The second her eyes locked on his, something in him lurched—heart hammering like it had just remembered how to work. His hands flexed against the cold stone railing, knuckles whitening, fighting the urge to reach for her. He couldn’t stop looking—at the way the wind teased a strand of hair across her cheek, at the hoodie slipping lower on her shoulder, at the faint curve of her smirk. He took a breath, and it felt like the first real one in months.

Y/N straightened, stepping toward the tower’s stairs. She paused with her back to him.

“The boys, Pansy, and I are having drinks tonight in the common room,” she said, voice light but carrying a deliberate edge. “Just the six of us. You can come—” she glanced over her shoulder, a sly smirk ghosting her lips— “but leave your shadow behind. We’re not serving champagne and tiaras.”

And then she was gone, the sound of her footsteps fading down the stairs, leaving Mattheo rooted in place, pulse still thundering, her voice echoing in his head like a dare he knew he couldn’t ignore.

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The seven Slytherins kept drinking, the air growing warmer, looser, and just a bit hazy. After a while—even if no one admitted it—the boys started to relax around Mattheo again. Maybe it was the firelight, maybe the alcohol, or maybe it was just easier to forget grudges when you were tipsy and laughing over old stories.

“I missed you, mate,” Blaise slurred, throwing an arm around Mattheo’s shoulders like they’d never been apart. “I mean, who the hell pranks Potter and gets away with it while McGonagall’s standing right there? Legendary.”

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head at Blaise’s dramatics. He sat wedged between Theo and Blaise, trying to match their easy laughter, but every so often his gaze drifted to the couch across the room. Draco, Y/N, and Pansy were deep in conversation, but it was Draco’s arm still draped casually over the back of Y/N’s shoulders that made something unpleasant twist in Mattheo’s chest.

Enzo, sprawled in his chair, rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure Blaise just missed his scapegoat.”

Theo snorted. “Yeah, Zabini tried to hex some poor Puff in the hallway and got caught instantly. By McGonagall.”

Mattheo smirked, glancing at Blaise.

“And it wasn’t like he could pin it on one of us,” Theo went on, clearly enjoying himself. “One—she literally saw him throw the hex. Two—you weren’t there to take the blame, since you’re usually the one causing chaos and dragging us all down with you.”

“Oi, shut your trap, Nott,” Blaise shot back, pointing at Theo with his drink. “You act like you didn’t miss your lung-cancer buddy over here.”

Theo raised a brow. “What—”

“This one practically begged Enzo and me to take a smoke with him once!” Blaise announced proudly, as if it were some deep betrayal.

Enzo shuddered dramatically. “Yeah, I almost caved, until Draco threatened to kick all three of us out of the common room if we didn’t stop arguing about it.”

Mattheo’s laughter trailed off as his gaze drifted back to Y/N yet again. She was still tucked comfortably beside Draco, her head tipped back in laughter at something Pansy had said. Draco’s hand was still resting on the back of the couch behind her, fingers brushing her shoulder every now and then like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mattheo’s jaw tightened. He told himself it was the firelight making him feel too warm.

Theo noticed first. He followed Mattheo’s line of sight, smirk curving slow and sharp. “Careful, Riddle. You keep staring like that, and people might think you’re brooding over Y/N instead of your beloved Astoria.”

Blaise, drunk enough to ignore tact, barked a laugh. “Merlin, imagine Astoria’s face if she saw this. She’d probably throw herself off the Astronomy Tower just to make it your problem.”

Enzo snorted into his drink. “Nah, she’d just throw Y/N instead.”

Theo leaned back on his elbows, still watching Mattheo. “What’s the matter? Not enough air up there in the Greengrass penthouse? Or is the crown getting too heavy?”

Mattheo forced a chuckle, but his grip tightened around his glass. “You lot talk too much.”

“Maybe,” Theo said lightly, “but at least we don’t look like we’re planning a murder every time Draco puts his arm around her.”

Mattheo didn’t answer—just took another long drink, the firelight flickering in his eyes.

From across the room, Y/N glanced over, and for the briefest second, their eyes met. Hers held his for just long enough to make his pulse stumble… and then she looked away, smiling at something Draco said, leaving Mattheo with that same twisting ache in his chest.

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The next morning, the Slytherin table looked like a crime scene.

Most of them were slouched over their plates, pumpkin juice in hand like it was a life-saving potion. The clatter of cutlery from the other tables felt like someone had cast an Amplifying Charm straight into their skulls.

“Never,” Theo muttered, clutching his head, “and I mean never, let me drink with Zabini again.”

“You say that every time,” Enzo grumbled, face buried in his folded arms.

Pansy, looking suspiciously put-together for someone who’d been matching Blaise shot for shot, sniffed. “Some of us are built for endurance.”

“That’s because some of us,” Blaise mumbled into his toast, “aren’t already three drinks deep before the party starts.”

Mattheo sat at the far end of the bench, nursing his coffee, his mind on anything but the conversation. He’d been holding something in since morning, and with everyone moving slow, he figured now was as good a time as any.

“I broke up with Astoria,” he said suddenly.

The reaction wasn’t shock—just a ripple of satisfied looks and raised brows. “About time,” Theo said, spearing a sausage with his fork. “She was about as fun as a History of Magic lecture.”

“Yeah,” Enzo added, “and at least now you can stop looking like a Niffler trapped in a jewelry shop every time Y/N walks into the room.”

Mattheo hesitated, then leaned forward. “That’s… actually why I—” He ran a hand through his hair. “I want Y/N ba—”

“Stop.”

Pansy’s voice cut clean through the table chatter. She set her teacup down with deliberate precision, eyes locking on him with cool finality.

“You’re history, Riddle,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You had your chance, and you blew it. And whether you’ve noticed or not, she’s been happy without you.”

Mattheo’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, the Great Hall doors swung open.

Draco walked in, that signature smirk firmly in place. But it wasn’t his expression that hit Mattheo like a Bludger—it was the hoodie he was wearing. The same oversized one Y/N had been in at the Astronomy Tower. The same one Mattheo had spent hours trying to place. Now he knew.

Y/N followed a step behind, hand brushing Draco’s arm as they approached. Her smile was easy, genuine.

Draco reached their group and dropped into a seat beside Theo. “Figured I’d save you all the guessing,” he drawled. “Y/N and I made it official last night.”

Around Mattheo, there were knowing smiles and casual congratulations.

Theo clapped Draco’s shoulder. “Took you long enough.”

Blaise raised his goblet lazily. “Knew it was coming the second she started laughing at your horrible jokes.”

Enzo side hugged Y/N, smiling at her, "I'm happy for you, love."

Pansy just smirked, taking another sip of tea. “Told you,” she murmured, “history.”

Mattheo didn’t answer. He just stared at the hoodie, feeling the words he’d been ready to say crumble before they ever left his mouth.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ8 MINUTES OF CUTE MOMENTS * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Matt and Y/N being in love.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

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

8 minutes of cute moments between Matt Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.

1st minute - "Trying Japanese snacks with our parents!!!":

The triplets were recording a video where they tried different snacks from Japan, and their parents were participating of it as guests, just like Y/N - which was nothing new, since the girl made at least a small appearance in every video from the triplets channel.

The six of them were around one side of the kitchen table, and all the snacks that would be used in the video rested on it. Y/N stood next to Mary Lou with her head resting on her shoulder, while the woman's left arm wrapped around her waist affectionately.

Matt was explaining to the camera about the snack they were going to eat next, when the girl raised her head slightly, pointing with her left hand at the only glass of water on the table, which was in front of Mary Lou.

"It's yours, right? Can I have a sip, please?" The girl asked her mother-in-law, receiving a big smile and a nod in response.

"Of course, go ahead!"

Y/N smiled back, picking the glass and taking a generous sip. Before she could take another one, Chris suddenly interrupted her, cutting off Matt's sentence.

"Someone's invisalign is in that water." Chris pointed to the glass, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his sister-in-law drinking the water from there.

Y/N stopped her hand holding the glass in the air, her eyes widening comically as her cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.

"What?" Her voice came out high-pitched, her eyes going from Chris to the glass repeatedly.

"Oh my God, babe, it was mine!" Matt pointed out, a laugh escaping his mouth, followed by Mary Lou, who curved her spine slightly as she laughed, trying to apologize.

"Ew, ew, ew." Y/N mumbled repeatedly, dropping the glass on the table with a loud clinck. She began her steps towards the sink, ready to give her mouth a thorough rinse.

Her steps were interrupted by Matt, who lightly pulled her into his arms, hugging her from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist as he rested his chin on her head, an amused look still in his eyes.

Y/N let out a groan, trying to free herself from Matt's arms, wanting to clean her mouth.

"No need for all that, baby. You've had worse in your mouth." Matt threw, his voice loud enough for everyone there to hear.

Nick let out a dramatic scream, covering his ears with his hands quickly, a look of fear taking over his features. Chris's eyes widened momentarily before laughter escaped his mouth, followed by Jimmy, who patted Matt's shoulder. Mary Lou raised her eyebrows at the couple, shaking her head playfully.

Y/N opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes widening as she stopped fighting against his hold. She felt her face burn with embarrassment, her mind still processing what her boyfriend had just blurted out in front of his parents, siblings, and camera.

"Matt!"

"I'm kidding, baby. I'm sorry." Matt said, his tone full of amusement, showing that he wasn't sorry at all for what he said.

The brunette lowered his face, resting his right cheek on Y/N's right shoulder with his face toward her neck, sealing her jaw repeatedly, exhaling the natural scent of her skin as he tightened his arms around her, throwing a playful wink towards the camera.

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2nd minute - Silent treatment:

The triplets and Y/N were at Target buying the drinks that the boys would use in the channel's next video. Nick had his vlog camera in hand, recording bits of their little trip, just like they used to do.

The four of them had decided to split up to optimize their time, as Y/N needed to get some things that had run out at their house. With that, Y/N and Matt went one way, while Nick and Chris went the other.

At some point, Y/N approached Chris and Nick with a giant pout on her lips and arms crossed, her heavy steps against the floor drawing their attention.

"Uh oh, what happened?" Nick asked upon noticing her upset expression, focusing the camera lens on her face while frowning in confusion.

"Matt is ignoring me." Her pout deepened, her eyes dropping to the floor momentarily. "I just wanted to get a Diet Coke, but he said we would get that later and that the focus now was on the video stuff." She explained in a defeated tone. "But I said I felt like it, and he told me to stay quiet and just do what you said, and then he started ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment-"

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her, her eyes quickly looking up to the source of it, seeing Matt approaching with a basket with 10 cans of assorted drinks, and at least 15 cans of Diet Coke.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears when she saw him and what he had picked, lowering her crossed arms and watching him with hopeful eyes.

"Matt! What did we talk about giving the silent treatment when you're mad?" Chris raised his eyebrows, resting his hands on his waist in a playfully confrontational gesture.

The brunette rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him and approaching his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, babe. It was childish of me to ignore you. But look, I got you a bunch of Diet Coke." Matt asked, lifting the basket with the cans before looking into Y/N's eyes, frowning in concern when he saw them teary. "Oh no, don't cry, pretty girl. I'm sorry."

Matt's tone was desperate, his hands dropping the basket onto the floor before wrapping around Y/N, pulling her into a tight hug. He pressed her head against his chest, lowering his own and sealing her temple for long seconds, whispering "I love you" repeatedly, pressing several kisses to the same spot.

"Ugh, how can you two be so disgusting even when you're fighting?" Nick's voice sounded from behind the camera, the lens shaking as he suddenly turned around, leaving that aisle and pulling Chris with him.

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3rd minute - Y/N's birthday:

It was Y/N's birthday, and at her own request, the celebration was being something small, just a little thing with her closest friends, at her house - which she shared with the triplets, one of them being her beloved boyfriend -, without alcoholic drinks, but with several different snacks and sweets, as well as a pink cake, heart shaped and covered in glitter.

It was time to sing the happy birthday song and Nick quickly fished his phone out of the back pocket of his baggy jeans, opening the camera and setting it to record, wanting to keep the memory forever.

"Baby, can you stay by my side?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her eyes focused on her boyfriend, Matt, as she was already standing behind the table in their kitchen.

The cake was in the center with two pink candles filled with pearls in the shape of her new age on top, surrounded by sweets and snacks, as well as several drinks filled with edible glitter and dishes in different shades of pink.

Matt smiled at her request, his cheeks taking on a reddish color in shyness and love, walking over to his girlfriend and positioning himself next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist automatically.

"Wait, let me light it." The brunette interrupted Y/N's next movements, who was ready to light the candles.

Matt quickly did so before straightening up, nodding as he heard everyone start singing the "Happy birthday" song, while clapping and smiling at the couple.

The boy tightened his arm around Y/N, lowering his head so that his lips approached the side of her forehead, sealing her skin for a long time while humming the song along with everyone.

"Happy birthday, pretty girl."

It was Y/N's birthday, but it was Matt who was getting an amazing gift for the fifth year in a row.

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4th minute - Guess the triplets by zoom in pics:

The triplets were finishing the video where they had limited time rounds to guess who it was in the photos shown, just by a small part of their body or face.

"Before we finish, we want to do something different. We'll call Y/N so she can play a round alone. But the trick is: we'll tell her that these are random photos of the three of us, but actually, we'll just show photos of me." Matt explained in a low tone, his face closer to the camera so that the lens captured his words, an eager smile decorating his face.

While the brunette talked to the lens, Chris did the job of calling Y/N and explaining what she would have to do, taking her into the frame after Matt finished speaking.

Y/N smiled slightly at the camera, waving quickly before sitting down in one of the two chairs set up behind the table, keeping her arms on the wooden surface and looking at the triplets expectantly.

"Okay, Y/N, are you ready?" Nick began, scrolling his thumb through the separate photos in a folder in his phone's gallery, before clicking on one. He zoomed in on an almost unrecognizable area, turning the device towards Y/N, showing her the screen. "Who's-"

"Matt." Y/N interrupted Nick abruptly, slamming her hand on the table right after, momentarily forgetting that she needed to tap there before saying the answer.

Chris raised his eyebrows from behind the camera, approaching Nick and looking at the photo quickly over his right shoulder, before taking the device from his hand and searching for the next picture, looking for one that was just as difficult.

"Okay, you got it right, but that one was too easy. Let's see something different." Chris smiled sideways, covering the phone screen with his free hand so that no one but himself could see what he was doing.

Matt rolled his eyes, smirking as his eyes met Y/N's, watching her cheeks take on a red hue under his intense gaze.

A few seconds later, Chris finally chose the photo, zooming in on the area most unlikely to be recognized before doing the same process as Nick, showing it to Y/N.

The girl looked at it for a few milliseconds before slamming the same hand on the table.

"Matt. Again." She smiled smugly, lifting her chin in the air in pride.

Matt let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands momentarily, entering the camera frame, and walking up to his girlfriend's back.

He leaned forward slightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and laying his head in the crook of her neck, before repeatedly kissing her cheek.

Y/N smiled in shyness at his loving gestures, feeling confused by the sudden actions.

"I said my girlfriend knew me as well as I knew myself." Matt spoke to his brothers behind the camera, smiling into the lens in excitement.

"Wait, was that a prank?"

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5th minute - "We bought the zoo for a day":

The triplets and Y/N were at the zoo for 24 hours, a way of thanking the fans of the Sturniolo Triplets channel for making them reach 6 million subscribers.

Y/N felt over the moon, having grown up with a huge passion for all types of animals, made her enthusiasm triple every time her eyes met a different animal, dangerous or not.

The four were in the zoo's tour car, accompanied by their guide, who stopped in front of certain groups of animals from time to time and briefly explained their species and main characteristics.

Nick and Chris, who were sitting in the seats behind the front ones, listened intently to the guide as they recorded themselves and their surroundings, often focusing the lens on the couple in the seats behind them, Y/N and Matt.

Matt nodded his head every few minutes, wanting to show the guide through the rearview mirror that he was listening to him and understanding his explanation, while his eyes fixed on each of the animals shown.

A huge smile decorated his face, accompanied by his pupils that seemed to shine bright. Y/N's right arm was around his waist, keeping him close.

Her hand caressed his covered skin lightly, gently squeezing it every time she felt him jump in place excitedly, or when he simply waved at the animals, whispering "hi" or "bye's".

God, how she loved him.

The camera, focused on Nick at the moment, captured the image of the two in the background, recording the cuteness of the couple, who seemed to be in candy land.

Y/N leaned into Matt's side from time to time, her pupils dilating as they ran over his excited, awe-like features. She sealed her lips over his cheeks and jaw every minute, whispering against his skin how much she loved him and adored seeing him that happy.

The girl also laid her head on Matt's right shoulder sometimes, squeezing her arm around him and pulling him closer - if that was even possible.

That only intensified Matt's happiness, who smiled so big that his eyes closed, shrugging his shoulders in shyness and enthusiasm.

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6th minute - Disgustingly cute:

Nick and Chris were in the living room as they spoke to the camera, explaining what they would do in that vlog, which would be posted next Wednesday.

Chris remembered that they had to call for Matt, commenting that the boy was still in his room and that they had been calling for him for over 20 minutes already.

Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something like "I don't know what I did to deserve this shit" in an ironic tone, walking quickly to Matt's bedroom door, turning the camera so that the lens captured the environment inside.

His free hand worked on turning the handle, pushing it quickly, hoping to give Matt a scare.

He just didn't expect to see Y/N still lying in bed - which left him confused, as he imagined that the girl would already be at the market, since there were some things that had run out on their house and she told him that she would get new ones while they were filming.

The girl was dressed in the clothes she would wear to go out, her makeup and hair done, and her face carrying a defeated expression. Meanwhile, Matt was lying on top of her, all of his weight against Y/N's body.

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, only the sight of curly brown hair apparent. His back rose and fell slowly, on the rhythm of his calm breath.

Matt's body was covered by the sweatshirt set he would be wearing for the video, and Nick quickly understood that they were ready for the day, Y/N about to leave, when Matt interrupted her for a lovey dovey session.

Y/N had her eyes closed and a smile resting on her face, seeming to dive into the moment. Her right hand was in Matt's hair, and her fingers threaded through his curls, massaging his scalp. While her left hand was on his back, traveling from his shoulders down to the small of his back, and back up again.

Every second, it was possible to see Matt moving his head slightly, and a sound of lips sealing against skin sounded throughout the room, making it clear that he was kissing Y/N's cheek or neck.

Whispers of "I love you" and sweet nothings were occasionally released from their lips.

"Matt, I'm going to fire you if you don't get up now and do your job." Nick's voice sounded like thunder between the four walls, scaring the couple.

Matt quickly sat down between Y/N's legs, turning towards the door with wide eyes, while Y/N opened her own eyes abruptly, her right hand flying to her chest, feeling her heart racing under her skin.

"You are crazy." Matt shook his head, moving to get up from the bed, casting a sad glance at Y/N, longing to return to her arms.

"And you guys are disgusting." Chris added, smiling roguishly, letting it know that it was a joke. "Y/N makes Matt a softie. She has him on a leash, I swear."

"Shut up, Chris."

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7th minute - Gamer boyfriend:

Y/N felt her shoulders heavy from the extremely busy day at work. All the tasks placed on her duty made her almost go completely insane, and all her body asked for was her bed and her boyfriend's arms.

So when she got home, the first thing she did was go up the stairs and enter her shared room with Matt, her movements almost robotic and automatic.

The sound of voices echoed low from one of the corners of the room, and Y/N quickly noticed that Matt was sitting in his gaming chair, his arms resting on the computer desk as he played one of his addictive games.

His eyes were fixed on his computer screen, his ears covered by the headphones from which the voices were coming from.

Y/N smiled slightly, feeling her heart warm by finally seeing her boyfriend. She quickly grabbed a set of the boy's sweatshirts and left the room, going to the bathroom, where she took a shower faster than usual - just wanting to be able to sleep as soon as possible - and got dressed.

As soon as the girl entered their bedroom again, she noticed Matt talking into the microphone of his headphones, and she quickly understood that he was streaming, probably with his brothers and on Twitch.

Y/N walked slowly towards her boyfriend, touching his right shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.

Without the two noticing, the chat went crazy from the moment the girl appeared in the frame. Miscellaneous comments about her or the two of them as a couple were sent so quickly that if Matt were watching them, he wouldn't be able to read any.

Matt lifted his head quickly, lowering the headphones so that it would hang around his neck, a big, bright smile appearing on his face as his pupils instantly dilated.

"Hi baby! I didn't notice you coming." The brunette's voice came out in a low tone, his eyes taking note of his girlfriend's tired expression and tense shoulders, his eyebrows almost automatically furrowing in concern.

"I arrived just now, I just came in to get some clothes so I could take a shower." Y/N whispered in response.

Matt smiled as he saw his own clothes covering his girl's body. The boy lifted his arms, encircling her waist and pulling her closer, sealing his lips lightly over her covered waist.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" The brunette asked, tilting his head back so he could see her face, ready to just turn off his streaming if she said yes.

"I do, but I want to be with you more." Y/N spoke, raising her right hand quickly, interrupting Matt before he could even consider stopping his streaming. "I don't want you to stop it... Can I just sit on your lap while you play?" Her tone was vulnerable, her tired eyes looking into Matt's expectantly.

"Of course, my love. Always." Matt quickly responded, nodding his head as he moved slightly away from the table with the help of the soles of his feet against the floor, opening his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to fit between them.

Y/N smiled in gratitude, positioning herself between his thighs before sitting on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms hooking around his shoulders, getting comfortable.

She sealed her lips against his right cheek in a lingering kiss, stroking the soft skin with the tip of her nose, before laying her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily and finally closing her eyes.

Matt kissed the top of her head for some seconds, arranging his headphones against his own ears again, giving a shy smile to the camera.

His right hand traveled to the mouse, pressing play on the game again, while his left hand caressed Y/N's back, helping her get into dream land.

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watched the chat go as fast as he thought it be possible, keeping his focus on the game.

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8th minute - "Trying and guessing 21 different drinks":

The triplets were recording the video that would be posted that Wednesday, where they had to try 21 different drinks - some that they are used to drinking every day, others that they have never even tasted - and guess what which one was.

Y/N was participating in the video as a special guest. She had a feeling she would do poorly at the task, since she wasn't used to drinking anything other than Diet Coke.

Nick had decided to leave her for last, telling her to rearrange the positions of all the drinks in each of the boys' rounds.

Soon, it was her turn. She cast a quick glance at Matt, concern and nervousness present in her expressions. The brunette just returned it with a quick wink, waving his hand as if to say "you can go", waiting for her to leave the kitchen so he could rearrange the drinks.

Before calling her back, Matt surreptitiously took a photo of the position of the drinks, quickly putting away his phone, finally calling for his girlfriend.

Y/N returned to the kitchen with a tense smile, stopping in front of the table and behind the drinks, looking at the triplets, waiting for them to give the go-ahead.

Given the start, the girl bent down to take a sip of the first drink, her expression brightening and her eyes instantly widening as she tasted her favorite drink.

"Diet Coke!" She quickly said after rising from her slightly bent position, pulling out the paper with the image of the soda.

"Okay..." Chris muttered, nodding his head in confirmation. They knew she'd get that one right since her obsession with the drink was as strong as Chris's obsession with Pepsi.

The girl bent down again to take a sip of the second drink, momentarily catching her throat before she could swallow the liquid, the horrible taste flooding her mouth.

She stood up abruptly, swallowing the contents roughly, looking at the brothers with a frown, receiving laughter in response. The girl stopped in front of the images for a few seconds, internally analyzing which one it could be.

Her fingers worked on pushing away the images of the drinks she had already drank before and was sure that wasn't the horrible thing she had just drank, staring firmly at the ones that she didn't know.

When her finger went towards one of them, the image of Matt moving his arm around caught her attention. She looked up and saw her boyfriend behind his brothers, trying to get her attention.

Matt, realizing that she noticed him calling out to her, discreetly pointed to the right image with his free hand, his other hand occupied by his phone, which was displaying the photo he took of the correct order of the drinks minutes before.

Y/N smirked, dodging the path her hand was going, picking up the right image and placing it in front of the corresponding straw.

That cycle remained throughout the process. Chris and Nick were in shock, even thinking about the possibility that Y/N had some kind of superpower..

While Matt had a discreet smile on his face, biting his bottom lip to stop the laugh from escaping every time he saw his brothers reaction or the way his girlfriend smiled like a mad woman.

Upon finishing her round, the girl stood in front of the table with her arms crossed, a convinced expression taking over her features as she waited for Nick to confirm how many she got right, even though she already knew the result.

"Look, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you did, but you got everything right." Nick said, his face with an expression of annoyance.

An excited scream escaped Y/N's lips. She ran towards Matt, hugging him tightly while jumping in place.

Matt laughed at her reaction, pulling her closer, kissing the side of her head repeatedly, jumping with her.

"Ugh, I hate you guys."

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