Is that last picture an offer Matt?👀 cause I’ll be happy to take you up on it
That side profile thoughhhhhh
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Is that last picture an offer Matt?👀 cause I’ll be happy to take you up on it
That side profile thoughhhhhh
he’s just so cute!
and red looks so so good on him
I want matt to take me Carolina style 🐕
I hate it when he remembers he's hot and he gets this slutty.
#carolina #whoresome
I might actually do texts post for some of my other fics too since I won’t be writing anything else for them 🤫 ceo!chris would be nastyyyy
Deep Blue
a matt sturniolo fanfic
Chapter One
Matt’s POV:
“If I die, I’m haunting both of you.”
Chris looked up from his phone with the biggest grin I’d seen all week. “You haven’t even heard the idea yet.”
“I don’t have to.”
Nick laughed from the driver’s seat as we crawled through downtown Boston traffic. “That’s fair.”
The three of us had been in Boston for a couple of days, filming content while we were back home visiting family and friends. Most of our work was already done, which left us with some free days before flying home. Normally, that meant spending time with friends, hanging out with our mom and dad, and finding something fun to turn into a YouTube video.
Unfortunately, Chris had been suspiciously quiet all morning.
That usually meant he was planning something.
He turned his phone around so Nick and I could see the screen. It was filled with pictures of massive great white sharks.
“I want to go shark diving.”
Silence.
Nick blinked once.
I blinked twice.
“No,” Nick answered immediately.
Chris ignored him. “Hear me out.”
“No.”
“It’s actually a good idea.”
“No.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Chris shot Nick an offended look. “Can you at least pretend to consider it before crushing my dreams?”
“I am considering it,” Nick said. “I’ve considered it enough to know it’s a terrible idea.”
Chris dramatically sighed before turning toward me.
“Matt?”
I should’ve known he’d recruit me.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“Because you were Team Sharks during the Versus Tour.”
I rolled my eyes.
“That was a theme,” I reminded him. “Wearing shark merch for a competition doesn’t automatically qualify me to swim with them.”
“It kind of does.”
“It really doesn’t.”
Chris kept going anyway.
“Think about it. We’re already in Boston. Cape Cod is, like, right there, and it’s one of the best places to see great white sharks. There are makos, blue sharks, basking sharks—”
“Did you memorize that?” Nick interrupted.
“I did research.”
“I’m concerned.”
“I’m prepared.”
Nick glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
“Tell him he’s crazy.”
I looked back out the window for a second, watching the city pass by. Chris wasn’t wrong. We were always saying we wanted to make videos that felt different instead of repeating the same challenges over and over again.
Most people only saw the finished product. They didn’t see the planning, the meetings, or how often we’d sit around trying to come up with something that hadn’t already been done a hundred times.
Getting outside our comfort zone usually made for the best videos.
“I don’t hate it,” I admitted.
Nick’s eyes widened.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not saying yes.”
“It sounds like you’re saying yes.”
“I’m saying…” I paused, thinking it through. “…if we’re going to do it, we do it the right way.”
Chris sat up straighter.
“I knew you were my favorite.”
“You told Nick he was your favorite yesterday.”
“I have different favorites for different situations.”
Nick shook his head.
“We’re ignoring that.”
I laughed.
“If we do this,” I continued, “it has to be with an actual research or conservation company. Somewhere that knows what they’re doing. No sketchy tourist places.”
Chris nodded immediately.
“Obviously.”
“And they have to be okay with us filming.”
“Also obvious.”
“I mean it,” I said. “If they don’t want cameras around, we respect that. We don’t pressure anyone just because we make YouTube videos.”
Chris didn’t even hesitate.
“Deal.”
Nick drummed his fingers against the steering wheel for a long moment.
“You two seriously want to get in the ocean with sharks.”
“They’ll probably be in cages,” Chris offered.
“Probably?”
“I’m assuming.”
“‘Assuming’ isn’t exactly comforting.”
I smiled despite myself.
“You don’t have to love the idea.”
“I actively hate the idea.”
“But?”
Nick let out a dramatic sigh that filled the entire car.
“But… if we can find a reputable company that’s comfortable with us filming, has experienced guides, and doesn’t do anything reckless…”
Chris and I exchanged a look.
“…then I’ll think about it.”
Chris threw both hands into the air.
“That’s basically a yes!”
“That is absolutely not a yes.”
“It was close enough.”
I leaned back in my seat, smiling to myself.
Truthfully, shark diving wasn’t something I’d ever planned on doing.
But maybe that was exactly why we should.
Some of the best experiences in my life had started with someone suggesting something that sounded completely ridiculous. Most of the time, fear wasn’t a sign that I shouldn’t do something.
Sometimes it was just a reminder that I hadn’t done it yet.
Now all we had to do was find a company willing to take three influencers out into shark territory… and somehow trust us not to make complete idiots of ourselves.
Something told me that might be the hardest part.