…UNDER PRESSURE
influencer!reader, tension with matt and reader, blind, deaf, mute, video, youtube video filming with the triplets, quen, and larray, swearing, use of y/n, hella tension, instagram post
somewhat of a part two to my decorating gingerbread houses with the triplets fic from last december, but can be read as standalones!
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blessings and riches, tessa
your house bustled with chaos, sound, and love as you filmed a video for your youtube channel with some close friends, the sturniolo triplets.
“today is a very special day in the sturniolo world.” chris says as nick turns on the camera. “why are you making it sound like we’re fighting the fucking avengers we’re just baking…?” nick jokes, walking around the table to meet chris, matt, and you.
chris laughs, placing his pepsi can down on the table. “i meant like we haven’t done a baking video in a while and now we’re here with larray, y/n, and quen.” chris explains, introducing you as you give a polite wave to the camera.
“if you guys remember last year, we did a gingerbread decorating contest with y/n, and we’re at her house for another contest.” matt tells the camera, gesturing to you.
“we also did a cooking video with quen if you haven’t seen it” nick adds. quen nods in agreement, “also if you guys remember on the gingerbread houses video, nick and i lost last year so we’re coming back for that trophy” chris explains.
“what trophy? it was instagram votes you weirdo” nick laughs at chris. “whatever, matt and i still won, you two didn’t even have you gingerbread house in one piece.” you say, fist bumping matt.
a couple minutes pass of playful banter between the six of you, as nick explains the video to the camera. “so we’re doing it a bit differently. so we’re gonna have y/n, matt, and larray on a team in the spice kitchen and me, chris, and quen on the other team.” nick explains, handing matt some tape, a bandana, and a pair of headphones.
“like last time you can vote on our instagram, @sturniolo.triplets, to see who the winner is” chris adds to nicks statement.
you, matt, and larray all walk to the spice kitchen and set up the other camera, banter ensuing with the other group. “who wants to be mute?” chris asks, red bandana in hand.
“nick should be it so he can shut the fuck up once in a while” chris adds, laughing to himself. quen just laughs at chris, nick holds a fake smile. “okay quen what do you wanna be” nick asks, turning to her.
“i’m okay with whatever-“ “okay can i be deaf so i don’t have to hear chris’ bullshit” nick asks, cutting quen off. she laughs, nodding to him.
“wait your lashes are tea as hell right now, make chris blind.” you tell quen, straying away from your own. they agree and work it out themselves.
“y/n come here” matt says to you. “what do you wanna be” larray asks you. you bot your lip, contemplating. “i don’t mind- ooh wait nevermind can i be deaf” you ask, turning to matt. “yeah go for it” he replies, handing you a pair of white headphones. you connect them to your phone, not yet playing music. larray and matt decide their roles, then you go back to filming. larray is blind, matt is deaf.
“so we have y/n’s group in the spice kitchen, my group is in the main kitchen-“
“what the fuck is a spice kitchen?” chris cuts nick off, curiously peeking around a door. “get back here dumbass” nick tells chris, putting his headphones on. “the spice kitchen is behind that door, it’s like a mini kitchen” chris nods at nick’s explanation.
“ohhhhh so that’s why those cameras are there” chris says, waving to the cameras in the spice kitchen. “chris stop trying to get our master plan” you say to his action, shooing him off.
“so guys we are we going to be-“
“y/n girl you’re screaming”
“what?”
“youu arrreee screeeaaaminggggg”
“i’m creaming? what?”
matt starts laughing at the encounter between you and larray, rubbing his eyes. matt just holds a finger to his tape. “oh am i being too loud?” you ask, to which they nod and give you thumbs up. “okay so guys we are making cupcakes, i don’t know what nicks doing over there but we’re gonna decorate them super good because we wanna win” you explain, your voice a little quieter now.
larray is feeling around the kitchen, trying to get the cupcake mix, when he starts waving his hand in your face. you simply grab his hand, re directing it to the box.
you have started on the cupcake batter, but you can’t say the same for the other group. when you looked over your shoulder, you saw chris trying to throw an eggshell at nick, quen peacefully cracking an egg while chris screamed at no one.
you turn back, matt guiding larray to the bowl to stir. matt then walks off to grab the cupcake liners from the main kitchen, while you watch larray accidentally gets the batter along his hand.
“y/n can you grab my a paper towel”
“y/n a paper towel please”
“paaapppeeeeerrrr toweeeeellll” larray was talking to no one, you were behind him with your music blasting.
“i’m in the wiiinndd, i’m in the waaater… nobodies son, nobodies daauughterr” you sing out, not knowing larray is screaming at you. matt returns empty handed, pointing a thins to larray.
larray speaks up, matt getting your attention to try and see what larray is saying. you jump at the sudden touch, looking at larray. “where” larray’s words come out very enunciated and articulated, making it easier for you to read his lips.
“where” you repeat whatever you can make of his lips.
“are the”
“are me? am i?”
“arrre theee”
“are the”
“cup cake”
“cupcake”
“liners”
“minors?”
“llllineerrss!”
“liners! they’re in that second drawer to the right” you guide matt, placing a hand on his bicep whilst pointing. his heart flutters ever so slightly at the touch, but he can’t show it. he walks off, thinking about it.
not only the one touch, your friendship. after the gingerbread decorating video was posted last year, he saw tons of edits about you and matt simply touching. he then later went into chris’ room to talk about it, not knowing where you two stood.
you were friends, of course, but sometimes he yearned for more. for something between the lines when a heart melting touch is overlooked as an accidental touch.
you were a touchy person at heart, especially with your best friends, only causing matt even more pain. he retrieves the cupcake liners, bringing them back and holding them out. you notice he was standing there after a few seconds, you get the cupcake liners and thank him. your finger rests on his for no longer than a split second, but to him, you might as well have pulled him in by his neck.
you’re snapped out of your thoughts when larray starts feeling around to tap your shoulder, smacking your back in the process. “do the mixing y/n” he screams, as if that’ll make you hear him. “mixing?” you ask, not being a very good lip reader.
“the ingredients, mix them!” larray explains once again, pointing to the bowl of untouched components. you look at him in confusion as matt hands you a whisk. he then grabs your hand, gently guiding it to the bowl. he mixes the bowl with your hand beneath his, showing you what needed to be done.
the touch is simple, but it makes you forget what song had been blasting in your ears for the past two minutes. “bitch” larray says, trying to hand you a spatula to better get the batter out of the bowl after mixing it. “i tried to line the pan”
you don’t hear what he says, but matt seems to turn and laugh then finish mixing the batter a little faster than before. matt lets his hand linger on your arm for a second, then goes to finish larray’s attempt at lining the cupcake pan.
meanwhile in nicks group, things weren’t going as smoothly. “chris i swear to fucking God if you don’t stop poking my back” nick screamed over quens muffled laughs. chris just shrugged, not being able to see what was going on.
chris was poking nick, but quen also kept doing it and making it seem like it was chris. it looked like they hadn’t even started mixing their ingredients, so that was beneficial.
“who wants to pour it into the pan?” you call out, turning to matt and pointing at him. “matt you do it, you haven’t done shit for our team” larray laughs, giving matt a tap on the arm. you can’t make out what larray says, but matt seems to laugh, so you smile.
not because the joke you didn’t hear was funny, but because matt’s somewhat smile was so beautiful. the way his eyes sort of squinted and his shoulders slightly shrugged.
you catch yourself staring and turn to larray, attempting to talk to each other. larray starts making icing to decorate with your help, mostly screaming at each other.
matt finishes with pouring the batter, placing them in the preheated oven. everyone in your group takes off their components, placing them on the counter top as you try to clean the kitchen. nick’s group has just barely put the cupcakes in the oven, finally finishing.
the six of you talk off camera while you wait for the cupcakes to be done. after a while, larray brings up something you were hoping he didn’t. “i couldn’t see but i was like ninety percent sure matt and y/n were making out the whole time” larray states, you hide your face in embarrassment. quen just laughs, giving you that ‘i-know-what-you’re-hiding’ look.
you’re saved by the sound of your oven beeping, telling you the cupcakes were done. “gotta go!” you say, turning to grab your oven mitt. matt places out a towel as you grab the cupcakes and place them down on said towel.
you let them cool off before turning the camera back on. you and matt are a fair distance away, despite being next to each other.
“so, for the decorating part we’re gonna be switching the roles. i’m gonna be deaf, larray’s gonna be mute, and y/n is gonna be blind.” matt explains, as everyone gets there roles together. chris walks in the frame, matt just pushing him out of the kitchen to go back with nick and quen.
matt and larray seem to be icing cupcakes quickly and nicely, but you can’t say the same for your own. your spoon has barely made it’s way to the cupcake, missing it a few times. the sprinkles you tried to add were all over the table, maybe three or four actually on the cupcake. the boys seem to be done with the ones they’ve decorated, leaving you struggling on your first one.
“y/n do you need help?” matt screams in your ear, making you jump. you reach out your hand, icing dripping off your index finger, for matt’s face. you reach his pretty nose first, putting a bit of icing on the middle of his nose.
a beat passes, then you feel icing on your nose. you fake gasp at him, leaving him giggling like a child. you try to hit him with a spatula, but have no clue where his face even is. regardless, you try.
then, you feel a hand on your back. just a simple tap, making you turn around and fling the spatula that way. then on your back again, other side. this happens for a bit filled with giggles, but then larray yells at you to lock in because him and nick had ‘unresolved beef’ and ‘he wanted to beat them’.
you try again with the cupcakes, trying to at least get some icing on them. you hear music faintly playing from headphones, but then the headphones would have to be right beside you…
and so is matt.
he’s leaned on the counter, trapping you next to the wall. “need some help?” his voice is awfully low for someone who can’t hear what they’re saying, but you nod anyways.
you feel his hand grip yours once again, the feeling making you even more needy. he guides the spoon over the cupcake, getting the entire surface covered. he takes the spoon and places it somewhere else, then slides something across the counter.
“take the sprinkles” he softly guides your hand to the sprinkle shaker. “annnndddd from here you’re good to put as much on there as you want” his voice is hot against your ear, and his tone is confusingly deep, like a poem unread.
the music is stopped now, along with some clamour from the rest of the group, but matt’s voice is the only thing keeping you grounded. you shake the sprinkles, hearing only a few pang against the marble counter so you know you got most on.
“can y’all like get a fucking room” nick says, coming up behind you. you take the blindfold off, realizing matt’s headphones were down and the only person that still had something on was chris, who was mute.
“y’done with the decorating and cuddling?” larray asks from the other kitchen, causing everyone to laugh. you blush, hoping no one would see it.
the boys finish their video with an outro and a taste test (after taking some pictures), which left quen almost throwing up and nick pushing one into chris’ face. your cupcakes tasted good, it was hard to enjoy it over nick screaming at chris because chris forgot the eggs.
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sturniolo.triplets HAPPY FRIDAY!!! Go vote on our story for who won in today’s video!
christopher.sturniolo Chris getting muffin thrown at him live 4k
-> matthew.sturniolo @christopher.sturniolo Drama queen
larray why does nicks cupcake look like it’s having a stroke
-> y/n.l/n agreed
-> nick.sturniolo @larray @y/n.l/n I’m never baking with you guys
quenblackwell 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽
lets.trip.girl okayyy why were matt and y/n giving gf/bf the whole video???
-> macysturnzzs @lets.trip.girl LITERALLY LIKE WHEN THEY WERE ICING THEM???????
sturnzluverrr edits are gonna go insane with those y/n and matt clips
tessa’s notes… whew this took a second ignore how crap it is
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