The Reader And Matt Being At A Party And The Reader Gets Drunk And Matt Helps Her

the reader and matt being at a party and the reader gets drunk and matt helps her 🥺

Accident (Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: REQUEST

cw: VOMITING. drunk😦

a/n: rahh comforting Matt

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I never drink, ever. It's just not something I do. So how have I find myself stumbling towards the bathroom at a party, my boyfriend nowhere to be seen and bile creeping up my throat?

At some point in the night, someone had offered me a drink. I took it and went back for seconds, thirds, and fourths, not knowing it was alcohol. How am I going to explain this to Matt?

I slam into the bathroom, startling a kissing couple who grumble as they see me crumple to the ground in front of the toilet, stepping over me and leaving. The room spins as I lift the toilet seat with shaky hands. I immediately throw up into the toilet, gripping the bowl. I feel a hand hold my hair back for me, and I look up after wiping my mouth to see Matt.

"Woah baby, what happened? You're drunk? Are you okay?" He asks in a flurry, kneeling next to me with a panicked expression, his eyes scanning my face. I just turn back to the toilet, throwing up some more, tears running down my face at the pounding of my head and the awful burn of vomit in my throat. The room spins even more, and after throwing up all I can, I sit back, tears running down my face.

"I didn't know Matt," I sob. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was alcohol."

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm not upset, just worried," Matt quietly reassures. He gently helps me stand up, and flushes the toilet, takes a piece of toilet paper and carefully wipes off my face after wetting it. Then he leads me out, weaving me smoothly through the crowd, grabbing a water bottle on the way over to Chris. He taps Chris's shoulder, letting him know he's leaving with me. Chris takes a look at me then nods before going back to partying.

We make it outdoors, the cold air chilling me to my bones. Matt takes off his jacket and gives it to me, the feel and scent of his clothes calming me. He kisses my forehead before opening the car door for me, handing me the water before getting into the driver's seat. "M'sorry Matt," I murmur, leaning my head against the window.

Matt's hand slides up and down my thigh soothingly. "Don't be," he says softly. "It happens sometimes. I should've been there with you." I take a mint from the glove box and pop one into my mouth. I wait for it to dissolve before pecking Matt on the mouth at a red light. He immediately smiles and kisses me back, his hands leaving the wheel and finding my waist. We would've continued like this if we weren't at a dead stop at a green light. A car honks it's horn at us and Matt pulls away. "Shit," he laughs before stepping on the gas. He keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on my upper thigh as he drives us home. He glances at me every so often, checking on me. Eventually I doze off, falling asleep with my hand over his and my face smushed against the window.

I wake up later to Matt carrying me up our stairs in our own home. He smiles down at me as I stir. "Hey baby," he mumbles as reaches the top of the stairs. "Do you wanna take a shower or do you wanna just go to bed?"

"I wanna take a shower," I murmur. "I probably smell bad."

Matt laughs. "You smell fine sweetheart," he says, kissing my lips lovingly. "I'll take you to the bathroom, though."

He takes me into the bathroom, turns on the water, and covers his eyes with his hands respectfully so I can take off my clothes. I smile at his courtesy and take off my clothes, stepping into the warm shower and closing the curtain behind me. Matt talks to me for the entire shower, making sure I know he's still there. After the shower he leaves only for a moment to get our bed ready for me. He comes back after I'm dressed and leads me to our bed, letting me get in it and hopping into the shower quickly himself.

I doze off as he showers, but after a short while, I feel his arms wrap around me. His lips press a lazy kiss to my forehead. He's clearly exhausted. "I love you," he murmurs, his head finding the crook of my neck. He plants a soft kiss to my neck, and my breath hitches as I smile sleepily.

"I love you too," I mumble. His arms tighten against me in response as we both fall into a calming sleep.

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a/n: yippie I wrote again

jumping off of a cliff im so tired

anywho lmk if you see any errors, I love you guys!! don't be afraid to send in requests!

It’s two in the fucking morning and my dog is just next to me playing with her fucking toys, I can’t go to sleep because of that. Someone kill me please

it's two in the morning for you??? rn it's 11:45pm😦 anyways that sounds sooo annoying, I feel awful for you💀🙏

Could you do one where Matt and reader have been dating for like, a year and reader has been in multiple vlogs and car videos, and the fans love her. So, when the internet starts going crazy speculating that Matt has a girlfriend, they do a podcast about reader and Matt's relationship and they're flirting the whole time, Nick and Chris can't stand it, jokingly, but put up with it. So, when they release the pod episode, the fans go crazy, and Matt and reader are just openly flirting with each other online and it's all just so cute and fluffy. If you can't, I completely understand. I hope you have a wonderful day and / or night! <3

sick ⮕ m.s.

word count: 758

warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing, scooby-doo reference

summary: request

a/n: this was so fucking cute, i loved writing it

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Hello everybody, welcome to the Cut the Camera Podcast. I’m Nicolas Sturniolo.”

You glanced over at Matt, eyeing his side profile as he tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled the mic towards him. It was your fault the secret came out when it did, you made googly eyes at him every chance you got, and he knew every single time.

“I’m Matthew Sturniolo.” He said, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a soft smile.

“And I’m gonna be sick.” Chris said, your jaw dropping in amusement as you whipped your head towards him. He laughed into the mic and shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t my fault you’re staring at Matt like the sun shines out of his ass.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your mic close to you. “And what about it?” You shot back, Matt scoffing and running a hand over his face.

“Well, I guess that is one way to start the topic. Why don’t we go ahead and introduce our special guest, Matt?” Nick prompted, Matt uncovering his face and adjusting his headphones. He looked into one of the cameras and smiled, looking back down at you. “Go ahead.”

You cleared your throat and looked into the camera, pulling your mic towards your face and sighing into it. “If you don’t know me, I’m Y/n. I’ve known these losers for a couple of years now.” You said, turning your head and smiling at Matt. “And dating this specific loser for a little over a year, and if it wasn’t for you meddling kids, we could have gotten away with keeping it a secret for a little longer.” Your eyes met the camera again with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. “No, in all seriousness, it’s funny the way everyone found out.” You said.

Matt chuckled and shook his head. “So, basically, this podcast episode is talking about how we met Y/n, how she somehow got stuck with Matt, and how you all figured out the secret.” He said, his fingers tapping against your arm lightly from where his hand was draped over your shoulders.

“And Nick and I are going to try and keep our food down while we’re at it.” Chris said. You rolled your eyes and adjusted your mic.

“Chris is just jealous, don’t listen to him.” Nick said, Chris scoffing into his cup. You threw your head back and laughed, grateful that the microphone only picked up the slightest sound of the raucous noise.

The pod went by smoothly, the four of you bouncing off of each other with jokes and stories that all of you loved. One particular story, you noticed, the fans were editing like crazy.

“Look at this.” Matt said, holding his phone so you could see it from where your head was laid in his lap.

“That isn’t how it happened!” Matt exclaimed, the camera panning to Chris rolling his eyes, and then back to you with your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“That abso-fuckin-lutely is how it happened. You were walking Y/n out, and I ran downstairs to remind her to bring her camera the next day, and I caught you kissing her goodnight! Don’t tell me what I remember, that shit still haunts my nightmares.”

The edit continued, more clips of Chris rolling his eyes at the camera and laughing in slow motion to a song you couldn’t recognize.

You sighed and looked up at Matt. “Out of all of the stories we told on how Nick and Chris found out, that isn’t the one I’d expect to be blowing up.” You said, pressing the comments icon and smiling at all of the sweet things being said about your relationship.

“I mean, it is probably the funniest story we told, Chris was more animated than he’d been in a long time.” Matt said, liking the Tiktok and locking his phone. With his hands free, he traced mindless designs on your arm with his fingertips, and ran his other hand through your hair.

You hummed and closed your eyes, completely relaxing onto the couch. “I saw one the other day, and it was a gag counter. I think Chris hit like thirty before the end of the pod.” Matt said, a huff of air leaving your nose as you grinned and looked up at him.

“There’s no way it was less than fifty, it was ridiculous.” You said, Matt laughing softly above you and shrugging his shoulders.

“Not my problem we make him sick.”

tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @tuktuk34 , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @babytomatoes , @jellybeanbby

Mood board idea 💡💡

Island/tropical vibes with Chris or Matt

With a surfboard 🙏🙏

you js drop in, smack the lip wapah! drop in, sma-wapah!!

augh hes so augh

I PROMISE ILL MAKE A CHRIS MOODBOARD SOON 😭😭

lilliecore😼

open to anyone who wants to join

i was tagged by @katoprofen to do the "search [name]core on pinterest and make a moodboard" meme! thank you! this meme is so fun 😸

i will tag: @blazed-memories @cottagecatholic @selemercy @resplendent--glory @pagesandprayers @eternal-echoes @darkoverstar @odessa-edmundson if you want to (and havent already 😅) and everyone else who wants to! 🌸

okay this is beautiful

Summary: You bump into Matt a few years after breaking up.

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You and your hometown friends were at the mall. You hadn’t seen them since heading off to college and, as much as you loved being away and doing your own thing, there was nothing quite like coming back home. The vibe was never quite the same in California.

Every time you came back, your parents were a little older, your brother was a little taller, and it was always a little harder to leave. So much time had passed while you were away even though it felt like no time had passed at all. You fell right back into life as you had always known it. Almost.

Since breaking up with Matt, you had dreaded coming back to Boston. The last time you left, almost two years ago, you didn’t think there was anything left for you here but, your friends and family proved you wrong. Still, if your memories of home were a jigsaw, there were a lot of pieces missing that he had taken with him when you broke up.

Being back, being without him, felt like you were missing a limb. You could feel him everywhere that you went but, he wasn’t there.

Your friends were though. They had been a constant in your life since you were all in diapers and you couldn't picture a world without them in it. 

As you strolled through the mall going from store to store, you were glad to catch up on what had happened in their lives since you last saw eachother. Taylor had won some beer chugging contest at LSU, Hailey had just gotten back from a humanitarian mission, Sophie’s high school boyfriend proposed at the end of the semester and Jake met the man of his dreams on the streets of Baton Rouge.

You couldn’t help but feel like their lives were moving forward and you just keep falling further and further behind. Apart from good grades and a Bachelor’s degree you really didn’t have much to show for early 20s. Nevertheless, you were happy for your friends and they were the reason your world kept spinning after the breakup.

You and Matt had dated all through high school and you thought he was the one. Not only you but, everyone around you. He was kind, he was steady and there was no doubt in your mind that he loved you.

That’s what made the breakup so incomprehensible. You couldn’t understand how his feelings changed overnight. He never really gave you a reason as to why he walked away.

The one person that you trusted more than anyone in the world was the same person who broke you in an instant. Even after all this time, you replayed the words in your head, “I don’t love you anymore”.

As you stood in line at Starbucks, you couldn’t help but think back to when it was you working behind the counter. Most days after school your Mom would drop you off and you would take orders from strangers for hours. No matter how much you hated that job, you kind of miss it now. You miss simpler times.

You could hear your friends talking about boys and travel and kids you went to high school with. You chuckled under your breath at how quickly you all reverted to being teenagers when you were together.

As the barista called your name, a laugh you knew all too well cut through the air and almost made your drop your iced coffee. Taylor saw the colour drain from your face, confused she asked “are you ok?”

Your mouth went dry, butterflies swarmed your stomach and your legs could barely hold you up. “Can we go?” you whispered before you made a B-line for the exit.

You had to get out, you had to leave, you couldn’t bare to see him. You had dreamt of the moment you’d run into each other 10 years from now with your new boyfriend and your shit together. Today was not that day.

Just when you thought you had escaped potentially the most humiliating, depressing encounter of your life, there he was walking straight towards you. And by ‘he’, I mean Matt. Chris was still cackling like a hyena in the Starbucks line.

You froze, panicked, your legs refused to move. Maybe he wouldn’t see you. Maybe he’d do the decent thing and ignore you but, you knew he wasn’t like that and he didn’t.

“Y/n?” he said when he finally looked up from his phone and saw you standing right in front of him. He had changed, he didn’t have the ‘baby face’ anymore. He was so fucking hot, it made you sick.

Of course, you would have known this if you didn’t block him on every platform but, that was the only way that you knew how to move forward at 17.

“I didn’t know you were back,” he said, snapping you out of your little daydream. When you didn’t reply he asked, “How are you?”.

There it was, the smile you missed so much. The same one that he flashed when he snuck into your room at night or when he saw you in your prom dress for the first time. It was the smile you thought would always be reserved just for you but, it wasn’t and that was the cruelty of a relationship like that - the same things that were so sweet at the time feel bitter now it’s over.

You couldn’t bear to engage in small talk and made a pathetic excuse to leave. If you were being honest you wanted him to chase after you but, he didn’t do that.

That evening you were sitting in your childhood bedroom wondering why you ever chose pink frilly bedding. So much had changed over the years but, this room was frozen in time.

“Y/n,” you heard your Mom calling from downstairs. You were not in the mood for a spontaneous movie night but, you did promise her that you’d spend more time with the family while you were home. You dragged yourself out of bed and slowly made your way downstairs. 

She was standing by the front door that was cracked open. Was someone here to see you? She didn’t say anything as she walked past you to the kitchen, but offered a reassuring smile.

When you opened the door, Matt was standing there underneath the dim porch light. Your heart began to race, you didn’t want to talk to him. You didn’t have it in you to hash out your past in this moment.

“Y/n…” he began. “I can’t do this…” you interrupted.

He looked confused, almost hurt. “Do what?” he asked.

“This…” you said, gesturing to the gap between you both.

“I just wanted...” he started. 

“You broke my heart, Matt” you blurted out. You hadn’t said that before. When he said he didn’t love you, you didn’t say thing. Those were the last words spoken between you both.

“I know” he whispered. Sadness washed across his face. “I’m sorry” he said.

You couldn’t make eye contact. It was as though it was happening all over again. You wanted to throw up, to pass out, you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

“Why are you here?” you asked. You wanted him to leave. Rather, you wanted him to have never left but, you couldn’t re-write history.

“When I saw you today… Y/n…” he said with a quiver in his voice.

“Whatever you are going to say, don’t” you warned. You couldn’t hold back your tears and you didn’t care if he thought you were weak. You didn’t want to have this conversation 2 years later but, maybe it’s what you needed.

“I loved you” you cried, “and you left me… And you never gave me a reason. And you never told me why you stopped loving me.”

“I never stopped loving you” he whispered as his brows pulled together in a frown.

Your heart sunk. He broke it all over again.

“I didn’t want to hold you back” he explained. “I knew you were going off to college and I couldn’t go with you.”

“Not good enough,” you spat, “we could’ve made it work.”

“I couldn’t have done that” he said as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I couldn’t have been away from you. Not for a second.”

“You couldn’t have man’d up for 2 years?” you argued, “For me?”

“Everything I have ever done has been for you,” he said.

“Liar!” you screamed. “You’re a fucking liar! None of this was for me. This was all about you. You couldn’t handle the long distance. After everything that we went through, you threw it all away when shit got hard. For what? You don’t do that to someone that you love.”

He was silent. You could see the heartbreak in his eyes. You had struck a nerve just like you intended to do but, still, it didn’t make you feel any better. You said everything that you wanted to say and your heart still ached.

“I saw how hard it was for you to leave,” he started. “You were going to stay, for me. You were going to give up your whole future for me. I couldn’t let you do that.”

You bit down on your lip to stop it from shaking. You could hear the regret in his voice as he spoke,

“If at 17 I could have found another way, I would have,” he said. “I didn’t know what to do. I just knew that I couldn't stand in your way. I didn’t want you to regret not going to college. I didn’t want you to regret us... or me…” he sucked in a sharp breath and wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve.

You couldn’t talk. You wanted to reach out to him, to hold him but, you weren’t strong enough to let go again.

“Y/n, I did love you. I do. More than anything I just didn’t know how to tell you how much I wanted you to stay and I couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go.” he said, “I know I broke your heart, Y/n... I broke mine too.”

He turned away from you and sat on the step with his head in his hands. He choked out silent sobs as his whole body shook.

This was unbearable. Maybe the way it ended was for the best. The thought that he was OK was easier to handle than the mess in front of you. You walked slowly toward the steps and sat down next to him. He looked over at you and wiped his face. 

How can two people break up because they love each other this much? Why couldn’t you communicate how much you wanted him to stay? Why didn’t you fight for him? Why did you waste all this time? Why didn’t he just say what he meant? Why is the only way to help each other, to hurt each other? What do you do now?

“I wish you told me,” you said as he held you close. “I really didn’t know how” he replied.