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for real.. where do you even get the idea to do that like.😭

nah yall gotta STOP 💀 sleep with your eyes open tn if you be posting them fake nudes oh my god they're real people you don't photoshop pictures of real people into nudes!!

nah yall gotta STOP 💀 sleep with your eyes open tn if you be posting them fake nudes oh my god they're real people you don't photoshop pictures of real people into nudes!!

it's too funny that I wrote a fic about Matt's bad attitude

hii so i notice your account consists mostly of f!reader pieces but would you do any m! readers x one of the triplets? just curious and totally not wondering that to make a request with ykyk (nick specifically)

yeah I'd totally make a fic for nick with a male reader! I just never have any requests for him, and there are hardly any boys on here that read fics so😭 but if you request a m!reader x nick I'll write it

can you write an angst where matt being in his tough guy phase starts acting too good for his gf but they make up

thank you so much for the ask! you can find this here.

Tough Guy

matt sturniolo x reader

tw: angst kinda? but it gets better I swear

a/n: I have a love hate relationship with writing

I'm getting sick of Matt's tough guy attitude.

The constant ignoring, snarky remarks, and just overall his bad mood has really been getting to me lately. So, earlier today I decided I was going to talk to him.

"Matt?" I say, glancing over at him. He looks at me for a moment, the same irritated look on his face that he's been wearing for weeks.

"What?" His response is harsh.

"Can we talk about something?" I ask, putting my phone down.

"Like what?" He asks, scrolling through Instagram.

I sigh. "Like maybe how you've been ignoring me every time I talk to you?"

"I'm not ignoring you right now, am I?"

"Well, no-"

"Then what's the issue?" He sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Matt, you don't treat me like your girlfriend anymore!" I say, getting frustrated.

"Relax, it's not that big of a deal," Matt mumbles, getting up and tossing his phone on the bed.

I grab his arm. "No, you don't get to walk away from this. Why are you being so angry all of a sudden?"

Matt yanks his arm away from me, and i feel a little break in my heart. "I'm not angry, don't accuse me of things that aren't true!" He spits out, his jaw clenching.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" I say, exasperated. "I'm just asking, Matt. This whole thing you have going on, it's wearing on our relationship."

Matt spins around. "Don't say that," he says, anger in his eyes.

"Don't say what? The truth?" I say, raising my voice. "Matt, you barely kiss me anymore! What's going on?" I try to search his face, but his expression has fallen blank. "Do you want to be with me anymore?"

Matt sighs, and sits on the bed next to me. "Of course i still want to be with you," he murmurs, picking at the duvet.

"Then treat me like it," I say firmly. "I'm your girlfriend, Matt. We're supposed to be in this together. This relationship isn't meant to be one-sided." Matt says nothing, but nods, looking down at his lap. I sigh and scoot closer to him. I gently cup his cheek, guiding him to face me. "What's wrong, Matty?"

He leans forward and gently hugs me, pressing his face into my neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I gently run my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry i treated you like you're not there."

"It's alright, Matt," I say softly, my eyes trained on the wall across from me. "We all go through rough spots sometimes. Just promise me that when this happens you'll talk to me instead of ignoring me."

Matt picks up his head and kisses me gently.

"Promise me, Matt," I whisper between kisses.

Matt pulls away just enough to meet my eyes, his lips brushing mine. "I promise," he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine once more.

a/n: I listened to careless whisper while writing this

this is not proofread so let me know if there are any mistakes!😍😍

love yall

I gotchu 🙏

Maybe where reader and Chris go out in the snow and build a snowman or smth and then get cold so they go in and cuddle with hot chocolate or something like that. Js fluff ykyk

tysm for the ask! find this here

Snow

chris sturniolo x reader

tw: none?? cussing maybe

fluff

"Chris! It's snowing!"

I call out for Chris as I see snowfall for the first time. Having lived in California for my entire life, Chris bringing me to his hometown was life changing. The weather was much cooler, and I was praying that I could see snow for the first time.

Finally, my prayer has come true. It's early December, and I excitedly look out the window, watching the snow. I feel Chris come up behind me and rest his hands on my waist, grinning at my excitement. "Can we go outside?" I ask, not waiting for his answer before opening the door.

"Woah, slow it there, ma. You'll freeze to death dressed like that," Chris protests, grabbing my hand. He already has my jacket in hand, and helps me put on the heavy snow coat. He already has his on. Chris puts one of his beanies on my head before I pull on my snow boots that I borrowed from his family. I rush out the door, feeling the cold air hit my face. I can see my breath in the air as I look up, squinting my eyes as snowflakes land on my face.

I feel Chris' arms wrap around me as he buries his face in my shoulder. I turn my head and kiss his temple before leaning down to touch the snow.

Its wet and sticks together in clumps as I pick it up. I'm immediately shocked at how cold it is, and yank my bare hand back. "Careful baby, you'll get frostbite if you don't put your gloves on," Chris says, handing me my gloves.

I put on the gloves and pick up the snow again, my hands still cold but feeling better. I stand up and look at Chris. "Can we make a snow man?" I ask with a smile. Chris playfully rolls his eyes.

"Fine, but only if we can go back inside soon. It's literally negative a million degrees out here."

He helps me roll a large ball of snow. It's easy, since the snow is sort of sticks to itself. I make the smaller balls and Chris picks them up for me and places them in a snowman shape.

"Uh, we don't have carrots or coal," Chris says with a soft laugh. "But we do have sticks and rocks." He picks them up, and makes a smiley face with the rocks before handing me the sticks. I shove a small stick into the snowman's face for the nose before putting a larger stick on either side of him for the arms.

"He's not half bad," I say with a smile. Chris kisses my cheek and takes a picture of me next to our snowman before guiding me back inside.

"Oh my gosh, it's so warm in here," he breathes as he shakes the snow off of him. We take off our jackets, boots and hats at the door before Chris runs to grab us more comfortable clothes and blankets. I shiver as I put the kettle on and get out hot chocolate packs. I walk back up to his room as I wait for the water to boil.

Chris hands me a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt. I put them on and he pulls a blanket over us.

"Wanna have some hot chocolate? The water should be done by now," I say as we walk down the stairs and back into the kitchen.

"Is that even a question?" Chris says, opening the instant hot chocolate packets and pouring them into our cups. He pours the hot water into them, stirs them, and hands me mine. We cuddle up together on the couch. "What'd you think of the snow?"

"It was nice, but also freezing cold," I say, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You won't be thinking it's nice tomorrow when we have to shovel it out of the driveway for my parents," Chris says with a laugh while I groan.

I HATE WRITING ENDINGS FOR ONE SHOTS ITS SO HARD

Anyways lmk what you guys think 😍

tell me if there are any errors

hii a suggestion! maybe find a ready-made prompt list that you like, post it here (giving credits ofc) and have people pick one or two prompts + who they want it written with

dunno if this is coming off as rude, but it is an honest suggestion to stimulate ur followers to make requests, much luck <3

thank you so much !

I love how you guys like my post about me asking for requests and then proceed to send in nothing

PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS IM DYING WITH NOTHING TO WRITE WITH🤬

you guys should give me requests im literally crawling through a dry desert without requests

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twistor

request : no i’m just whipped for this man

warnings: none. maybe y/n being a savage but that’s about all.

summary: you and the triplets have your monthly game night

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

“bro can you spin the freaking wheel already?” matt shouts at chris “my arm is bent like way out of place and nick’s butt is in my face.”

“actually your face is in my butt.” nick corrects.

you groan as you continue to hold the awkward stance that chris has led you to in this round of twistor.

“i bet you wish that was y/n’s butt in your face, right matt?”

you blush and matt looks away as chris continues to bully the two of you.

you and matt had been dating for 2 years now. even though you have a game night every month with your boyfriend and his two brothers, chris never fails to make a remark about your relationship with his brother.

“chris shut your trap before i come over there and shove my fist down your throat” you shout.

“ohhh you got yourself one feisty girl matt.” chris says. “anyway… right hand red.”

when chris finally says that you, nick, and matt all go to put your right hand on red, but instead you and matt end up with both your hands on the same spot.

“matt….”

“yeah?”

“move your hand.”

“what if i don’t wanna?”

“then i’ll do this.” nick chimes in, pushing matt on top of you.

“NICK” you shout. “wait til i get my hands on you.”

nick chuckles as he shouts, “ i wonnnnn! i wonnn! suck it lovebirds.” this leads to nick then parading around the house like an absolute numbskull, all while matt is still laying on top of you.

“hi” you whisper.

“hi” matt says back.

you then lean up to press a lingering kiss on matt’s lips.

“EWWWWW NIIIICKKKKK MATT AND Y/N ARE SWAPPING SPIT ON THE TWISTER MATTTT.”

you pull away right as matt hops off you.

“come here chris.”

“nah.”

“i’m not gonna hurt you… i’m just gonna do this.”

matt then jumps on chris and they start play fighting.

you stand up and brush yourself off then start picking up the games from tonight’s festivities.

“nick get your butt in here and help me pick this junk up.” you shout through the house.

“sorry i only talk to winners.” he says as he sticks his tongue out at you, matt, and chris.

you flip him off as matt comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“you ready to go to bed..?”

“yeah… if i stay awake any longer nick won’t be able to wake up in the morning.”

Omgggg come back!! I have seen so much smut recently and I cannot dealllll :( Anywayyyy I was wondering if you could write something wedding themed totally up to you what you want, happy sad whatever I just literally finished your master list and need more lellll x Thank so much bby

The Big Day Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Heartbreak on your wedding day.

Word Count: 1375 words

Chris was sitting in the back of his parent's minivan that you had both spent countless nights in when you were teens. As they drove down the streets painted with memories of your younger years, his heart began to race.

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked from beside him.

Chris ignored the question and instead responded with, “Will you fix your fucking tie?”

MaryLou caught his eye in the rearview mirror and offered a gentle smile. You’re going to be fine, sweetheart, is what she wanted to say but, she refrained. Today was a big day and she knew that Chris wasn’t good at times like this.

As they pulled into the church parking lot, it was filled with faces from their past and strangers that somehow made the invite list. Surely half of these people were friends of your parents that not even you recall meeting over the years.

As Chris got out of the car, your younger brother ran over and pulled him into a hug. He was so much taller than Chris now. His voice had dropped an octave and Chris’ heart lurched as he recalled the 5 year old that would run down the driveway to greet him when he came over to your house.

Chris kissed your Mom on the cheek, shook your Dad’s hand, and gestured an awkward wave to people as he made his way inside. Matt and Nick followed closely offering silent apologies to people they didn’t even know. Surely your Mom had shown them pictures of you both when he was a scrawny teen and your hair platinum blonde.

Chris often thought back to the early days of your relationship and the promises that you made to one another. He always knew that he was going to marry you, there wasn’t anyone else in this world for him. He met you on the playmat at daycare when you were both 4 years old and he has been fighting his whole life for you.

Your parents laughed about the two of you growing up and falling in love. He would bring you flowers in elementary school, write your Valentine's Day cards in middle school, and finally worked up the courage to ask you out in sophomore year. It was like a love story that was always destined to be.

As he stood in the church beside his brothers, his palms began to sweat. Like the time he walked up to your front door to pick you up for your very first date or on prom night when he waited to see you in your dress for the first time. There were so many times that he waited for you with sweaty palms and shaky hands. There were so many times that you took his breath away.

He could hear the crowds filing into the church pews that were behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground between his feet and clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking.

Matt placed a reassuring hand on his back as he whispered, “You got this.”

Chris forced a smiled as the organ began to play. It felt like the blood drained from his body when he heard the church doors open. Gasps and exclamations of how beautiful you looked set butterflies swarming in his stomach. 

His legs felt like they were going to give way and he did his best to stop himself swaying from side to side. Matt wrapped an arm around Chris’ shoulders to steady him as best he could. He knew this was a big day for his brother.

One by one Chris saw your bridesmaids take their place by the altar. They were all in blush satin dresses like you had always dreamt they’d be. When you were 16, talking about the kind of wedding you wanted, Chris would have never been able to imagine the picturesque fairytale unfolding before him. There was, however, one thing he knew for certain - he would have given you whatever you wanted.

As you walked down the aisle side by side with your Dad, the wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession. He locked eyes with your Mom as you passed by his pew and made your way to your soon-to-be husband.

It wasn’t until this moment that it sunk in for him that he had missed his shot. From the day that he met you, you became the main character in his story and even after you broke up, he always hoped you’d find your way back.

Even when he got the wedding invite in the post - the one he always thought would be from Christopher Sturniolo & Y/n - he pictured you calling it off and coming back to him. He pictured a phone call from his Mom saying y/n and that boy broke up. He pictured himself standing up when the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace and professing his love for you. 

As he sat in the audience watching a beautiful nightmare unfold before him, he knew that he had missed his chance. You were marrying this guy that he hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of and, even if he did profess his undying love for you, he wasn’t sure that you still felt the same way.

As the ceremony came to an end and the crowds followed you out, Chris stayed in his seat for a while. Matt and Nick made their way back in to find him - their hearts broke for their brother.

Out of everyone, they knew all too well how difficult today was for Chris. They knew that, for him, you were it. They knew how heartbroken he was when you left. He had mourned, for years, a future that never got to unfold. 

In the bittersweet daydreams of ‘what ifs’ and ‘could haves’, Chris would take you by the hand and run back through time to when you first met. If he had his time over, he would do things differently and you would be taking his last name today.

Instead, he wiped the tears from his face and parted with his brothers. He made his way to the dimly lit daycare room at the back of the church. It was a little smaller than he remembered but, nothing much had changed.

The timeout chair that Nick spent every afternoon on was still facing the back wall. The stuffed animal that Matt would suffocate when he cried each time his Mom left still sat atop the bookshelf. The tables were still arranged in groups of four. The height chart was still stuck on the back of the door. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that you were both hiding in the play tent or holding hands as you sat on the mat.

He heard the creak of the door open behind him. As he turned around he spat out, “I’m coming.”

It wasn't his parents or his brothers standing behind him as he had expected it to be. It was you. There you were. 

For a split second, he was standing across from you at the altar preparing to say 'I do' before reality slapped him in the face and brought him back.

With a smile, you said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.”

I really didn't want to. “Me too”, he lied.

“I just wanted to say thank you," you began as his eyes met yours, "I am who I am because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. I always thought that we'd end up together but, I guess we were made for other people.”

His heart shattered as tears formed in his eyes. I only exist for you.

"But, I will never regret you or us. You are so special to me and even though we grew apart, you were the best part of my younger years. So, thank you, Christopher Owen Sturniolo. I think I'll always love you," you said as a tear slipped from your eye.

He was unprepared for this conversation. He has so much to say but, none of it felt right.

"Thank you," he said, "I am so happy that you found the love that you deserve."

You took in a deep breath as you walked over and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you. You held onto each other a little too long for ‘just friends’ and a little too tight for ‘strangers’.

He patted your back as he pulled away. "I think your husband might be waiting for you," he said.

"Right", you replied as you wiped the tears from your eyes. As you headed to the door, you spun back toward him, "How do I look?"

His breath caught in his throat, "You look beautiful," he whispered, "he's a lucky guy."

You held his gaze a second longer before you slipped out the door and down the hall. Someone always has to be the first to leave and you never thought it would be you. 

Chris pulled out one of the toddler chairs, sat down, and dropped his head in his hands. Nick and Matt had been waiting for him in the hallway and rushed in after you left.

As Matt knelt down in front of Chris, for the first time in their lives he didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better. He wanted to take the heartbreak from his brother but, he couldn't. Chris looked up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," was all Matt could come up with, "I know how much you love her." Love not loved because he knew that Chris was scared that he would always love you and that he would search for you in every person that he met.

Matt and Nick helped Chris to his feet and pulled him into a hug. Sometimes there are no words that you can say to fix a broken heart.

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Tag list: @slaysturniolo

hi love !! idk if ur taking requests rn but would u be open to writing a chris x reader imagine ?? my idea is that he sees her walk past when she's with her friends and he's with his brothers, but runs back to talk to her / get her number. i hope ur doing good !! <3

Unknown Number (Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request

a/n: HEY I am SO so sorry for having you wait for this for 6 million years😭 highschool is so heavy and I'm so busy on the weekends that i hardly have time to do this! BUT i hope you like this, this was really fun to write since it's in Chris's pov so anywho enjoy !!

warnings: cussing 😍

Chris's POV

I smile as little kids run past, blowing bubbles and holding cotton candy. Bright colorful lights flash around my brothers and I in the dark of the night at the carnival.

Nick, Matt, and I haven't been to a carnival in so long, and it was open tonight for only a few tickets per ride.

"We should go on the zipper," Matt suggests, pointing up at the tall coaster.

"Uh, sure," I say, scratching my neck with a nervous laugh, never having trusted the quickly put together carnival rides.

We all go to stand in the line, and I look around, a little bored of the long line. I glance over at a crowd of girls, and that's when I see her.

The neon pink lights shine on her hair, lighting it up beautifully. Her features are so perfectly proportioned. My breath is practically torn from my lungs at the sight if her, and I know I need to meet her.

I begin walking towards her without warning, almost in a daze. All of a sudden, I get yanked back by the hood of my sweatshirt. "Where the fuck are you going?" Matt asks me, turning me towards him.

"Get off of me dude," I say, shrugging out of his grip. I frantically turn back, searching for the girl in the crowd. "What the fuck," I groan, catching no sight of her. I whirl around, my eyes straining to find her.

"What the hell?" Matt says, lifting an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you?"

I ignore him as I head back into the crowd, searching for the girl that caught my eye. I turn a few corners, and finally see her again. She's facing away from me, looking up at the huge ferris wheel.

I feel a sudden spike of nervousness at the thought of approaching her, then remember that if I don't ask for her number now, I'll never see her again.

I walk up to her.

I stand behind her for a few moments, then realize that I look like a fucking creep. Deciding that having her weirded out by me is worse than being turned down, I gently tap her arm once.

"Hey- uh, I mean, excuse me," I say, sheepishly smiling. The girl turns, still smiling. I notice her pupils dilate when she looks at me, making my breath hitch as butterflies swarm my stomach. I realize I've been staring for a moment, and snap out of my daze. "Um, I noticed you from far away, and uh, I was wondering if maybe I could have your number?" I ask nervously.

She grins, and I almost fall to my knees. "Oh, I saw you earlier too! I was hoping you'd ask," she says as she gets out her phone. "What's your name?"

"Um, Chris," I reply, smiling. "What's yours?"

"Y/n," she answers.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl," I say without even fucking thinking. Why am I so fucking corny? I curse myself. To my relief, she laughs, and gets out her phone.

"Here, type in your number, Chris." My hands shake as I type in my phone number. I hand her back her phone, and she types for a few moments before I feel a buzz in my pocket. I open my phone and see a notification from an unsaved number, reading: 'Hey Chris!'.

I look back to her and smile. "D-Do you want to go on a date?" I ask stupidly. "I mean, sometime this week? Are you free on Friday?"

She nods. "Yeah, I'm free. Is five in the evening good for you? You can pick the place."

I swallow thickly. "Yeah, I'll pick you up then." I gaze at her for a moment before her friends call her name. She turns to look at them, then turns back to me.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" She says with a kind grin.

"Yeah," I say, and she walks back to her friends. I stand there for a moment before heading back to where I left Matt and Nick.

I find the Zipper to see them getting off of the ride. "Hey, where the hell did you go?" Nick asks.

"And what's got you cheesin' so hard?" Matt asks, laughing. I didn't even realize I was grinning until now.

"Shut the fuck up," I say, rolling my eyes.

"That's a lot of attitude coming from someone who's face looks like a tomato right now. Seriously, what happened while we were on the ride?" Nick says, laughing as well.

"I'll tell you later," I say, pulling out my phone after I feel it buzz. My screen is lit up with a text message.

Unknown Number

I can't wait to see you on Friday!

-

a/n: did I eated😍

I JUST FINISHED READING CARAVAL IT WAS SO GOOD OMG

ps I'm not dead just going through a few life errors right now so as soon as my grades stop dropping ill write more

christopher sturniolo’s love language being physical touch!

note: i'm getting lots of requests to write chris stuff regardless of what it is so here is this bc he's sooooooo touchy 'i dont care who is around' boyfriend coded 😇

warnings: mention of making out

━ you wanted to take the cute little 'love language' quiz with chris but the minute you guys made it official chris couldn't keep his hands off you and you knew your answer.

━ he always needs to be near you, talking to you, or touching you, at least one of the three, and preferably the third one in his opinion.

━ whenever you guys are sitting next to one another he's either basically on top of you or telling you to scoot closer, and doesn't tell you to stop until you're straight up sitting on his lap

━ speaking of sitting on his lap, he absolutely loves when you sit on his lap. he's always like 'damn this is my girlfriend.'

━ whenever it's you, chris, and his brothers in the car (if the car is moving or not), chris always sits in the back with you and he's sitting as close and humanly possible, usually with a hand resting on your thigh as well.

━ of course the cheesy cliche stuff like constant hand holding, lots go hugs and kisses, him playing with your hair, etc.. even though chris has no idea what he's doing literally ever, he loves trying to do your hair.

━ sometimes when you're talking in a group of friends, chris will just start playing with your hand and start intertwining them with his own. you used to think it was weird when he first started doing it but now you genuinely start to worry when he doesn't do it.

━ chris just straight up starting to makeout with you no matter who is in the room. nick and matthew hattteeeee it. "can you guys fucking not do that maybe? thanks."

━ when you guys are sleeping together, chris always wants to be cuddled really close to each other. although he'll never admit it to anyone but you, he loves being the small spoon. one time in a car video there was literally a question that asked "small spoon or big spoon?' and chris said he prefers big spoon and nick and matthew were quick to call him out. "what are you saying? you're always begging y/n to let you be the small spoon." chris put up a fight, knowing deep down they were right.

sweetheart -

chris sturniolo

. . .

pairing ↝ f!reader x chris

cw ↝ suggestive content i guess? idk depends if you’re soft 🤣 lowercase intended

AN ↝ HI i was in the mood to write 🙏 not proofread

> > > >

you pull his blankets over your head and sigh. it was unusually cold in his room; or, his absence from his side of the bed just swallowed all of the warmth in the room. chris had gotten into the shower 20 minutes ago and the impatience was starting to settle in.

it was a friday night, but you two decided on a quiet night in consisting of takeout, and a movie that you’d noticed had chris’s eyes falling heavy. half way through, you’d paused it and decided that you two would get ready for bed. he had raised his head from its spot on your lap lazily, dragged his feet into the bathroom, and turned on the water without a word. his exhaustion was evident. you then made your way into his room, engulfing yourself beneath his blankets and began the wait.

the gentle flowing of the stream sounded into his room. you stared at the ceiling for some time, shivering, before the room was suddenly swallowed with silence; followed by the soft opening of the door, and his entry.

he peeked his head over to you and twisted his lips into a grin. “cold?” he questioned, slightly shaking his head to rid of the extra water.

his pajama plaids clung to his hips, his towel he had used in his hand. you took a moment to stare before remembering to reply, forcing an “mhm” out from your chest and looking away from him. he let out a small laugh.

soft rustling is heard before your vision is blacked out. confused, you wave your hands in front of you. your hands are met with a soft, thick material; he had launched a sweatshirt of his at your face. smiling, you pull it over your head and look up at him. he’s watching you with a small, accomplished smirk.

“you’re such a sweetheart,” you joke, pulling his blankets back over your head, expecting a dip in the mattress next to you and a sarcastic remark. instead, you are met with his silence and the quiet creaking of the floor beneath his steps. you pull his blankets back down from over your head to look at him.

calm is written on his face, only a small upturn of his lips evident. he holds eye contact.

“you don’t think?” he asks.

he takes a few more steps, and suddenly the air is thick and it is hard to breathe. you smile and nod. “i do,” you whisper. “yes, i do.”

he is against the bed now, still not joining you, but now within reach. you scoot closer to him. he shrinks himself down to your level and places a small, short kiss on your lips. you both say nothing before he places another, and another, and another, before swiftly moving to your jaw, and then your neck, and then your collarbone. the pecks started quickly, but ended slowly, his mouth lingering on your neck and collarbone in a sweet, open mouth kiss. your breathing is erratic and unstable, shaky. he, on the other hand, his calm and unaffected.

to your dismay, he removes his mouth from your collarbone and gently pushes your shoulder, signaling to move and make room for him on his bed. you scoot away slightly; just enough for him to fit. once settled, he pushed you on your back and lays himself on top of you. he rests his head on your chest.

“i’m glad” he whispers, water droplets from his damp hair soaking into your skin. you’re sure that he can hear your pulse thumping in your chest. you flush in embarrassment.

you drag your fingers through his hair slowly, mindlessly. he mumbles incoherently for a few minutes before sleep swallows him whole.

what's matt's wattpad acct username 😭😭

Matthew_Sturniolo

HELP I remember just finding it one day and being baffled that the post was made IN 2015

hey!! can you write something about reader going on tour with the triplets and when they’re about to go to bed chris gets into the bunk with them because he wants to be closer?

i want to be close to you ━━ christopher sturniolo!

note: hope u like it <3333 i feel like it’s short and not good butttttttt whateverrrrr

warnings: chris laying on your boobs? 😭 also GIRLLLLLL i don’t think i’ve ever written anything that’s like this lovey??? i cringe but also i love lovey stuff but yeaaaaaa be prepared for pure fluff

you giggled silently to yourself as you watched youtube on your laptop, trying not to wake your boyfriend or his brothers up, you were the only one still awake….. or so you thought.

it was the 8th night on tour with your boyfriend, and every day was busy, night time was really the only time you had for yourself, so you really enjoyed it.

“what are you doing?” you heard someone mumble, you weren’t sure which one it was……sometimes they sounded too identical, especially when mumbling.

your face was full of dismay, scared you woke one of the three brothers up. you paused your youtube video, opened up your bunk’s curtain, and peered your head over the bunk’s railing. “what?” you asked softly, still scared of being loud.

“what are you doing?” the voice came from the bunk below you, your boyfriend’s bunk.

“i’m watching youtube.” you whisper back with a smile, although you’re basically smiling to yourself, he couldn’t see you.

“can i come up?” chris asks, although there’s definitely not enough room for both of you to fit, the tour bunks were way too small for comfort. “yes.” you giggle. you loved when your boyfriend wanted to be closer to you, you loved feeling wanted.

christopher stomped his way up to your bunk, seeming to not care that his brothers were sleeping literally 3 feet away. before you knew it chris was crawling his way up your body, and just plopping his dead weight onto you. “i miss you.” he says, resting his head on your boob.

“what do you mean? i’m right here.” you giggle.

“tours been draining, i don’t get to spend as much time with you. i just always want to be by you and i’m sad i can’t be.” chris is still laying on top of you, you can’t see his facial expressions as he’s talking but you can tell he really means what he’s saying.

“i miss you too.” you give him reassurance.

“i just want to be close to you.” he moves his head so he’s now looking at you, it’s dark but somehow his blue eyes are still sparkling as he looks at you. “you’re so beautiful y/n. i love you, i really do.” you always knew your boyfriend could get emotional at night, but not like this.

“i love you too.”

“kiss?” he puckered his lips and squinted his eyes dramatically.

“so that’s the real reason why you came up here?” you moved your hand on top of his head, rubbing your fingers through his hair.

“nooooooo.”