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jflemings · 4 months

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pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris can’t commit and you’ve finally had enough

warnings: drinking, angst, mentions of sex but no actual suggestive content

a/n: i know i said that a matt fic would be next but after watching chris’s interview i couldn’t shake this idea!! hurt my feelings will be the next one tho :) ALSOOO for the sake of the fic, y/n is friends with sophia birlem, halle vaneta ect <3

— I COULD NEVER MAKE YOU WANT ME LIKE I WANTED TO BE WANTED

I COULD NEVER REALLY CHANGE YOU LIKE I THOUGHT THAT I COULD

your heart dropped straight to your ass when you finished watching the clip of chris that had come across your for you page.

you had honestly been so excited for him to go on the zach sang show, having watched a few interviews yourself, and had done nothing but support and praise chris when he told you. now though, you felt stupid.

“i’m not looking for love, my goal is to meet someone and be starstruck by them” is what he has said when the topic of relationships had come up, further pushing the narrative that he wasn’t really interested in them. you were left speechless as he said that, not fully expecting him to say it the way he did and it had left your heart breaking in your chest.

you felt used and humiliated the more you watched the clip that had been posted by the fanpage. a lump had lodged itself in the base of your throat and a deep pit was achingly present in your stomach. chris had, essentially, been using you for the past six months to get what he wanted out of a relationship without actually being in one, and you had let him.

as the cogs turn in your head you begin to realise that everything the two of you did together meant nothing to him. the vulnerable conversations, the dates, the sex, all of it had been for nothing in the long run; he had just told the internet that he wasn’t in love with you. you knew chris, and his dating habits, but you had foolishly thought that maybe things were changing for him, that maybe he was beginning to feel the same way you had been feeling for far too long.

the truth was that you were in love with chris and that you had been for a little while now. he treated you with the upmost respect and kindness, always paying attention to your needs and the little things you did. he was constantly checking up on you and asking about how your day was, buying you lunch when you had to work and even getting you ‘just because’ flowers whenever he felt like it.

you just felt fucking sick.

throwing the covers off yourself, you begin to gather your things from around his room. you emptied the drawer full of your clothes he kept for you, took back your makeup wipes and spare toothbrush that was in his bathroom and stuffed it all in the overnight bag you brought with you everytime you stayed the night with him. frustrated tears pool on your waterline as you slide your shoes on and throw your bag over your shoulder, not even paying attention as your phone buzzes in your hand.

you don’t look at your illuminated screen as you walk out the door and straight to your car. you unlock it swiftly and waste no time in sliding into the driver’s seat and backing out of the driveway. you were just lucky that the triplets had all stepped out for a little while, meaning that you didn’t have to face chris and the truth just yet.

there’s no music playing through your car speakers and you still haven’t looked at your phone. the longer you sit in silence with the text message on your mind, the more tears seem to form in your eyes.

when the two of you started your ‘relationship’ chris had mentioned that he wasn’t necessarily looking for a long term thing, and that he was just enjoying his time getting to know you. at first, you were pretty accepting of this due to the fact that you felt the same way but over time, your feelings started to change.

chris was just such a gentle person in every way. he was constantly making sure you felt comfortable and okay around him, never once over stepping a boundary or putting you in an uncomfortable position. he didn’t pressure you to follow him to events or make you go out when you weren’t feeling up to it, always just brushing it off and giving you a kiss as he left, telling you to call if you needed anything.

similarly, you never made him feel like he had to hang around your friends or show you off to any degree, always trying to keep it casual and comfortable for him whenever you got the feeling you were getting too close. his commitment issues had been the topic of conversation before and you had reassured him endlessly that you didn’t expect him to step into the boyfriend role if that wasn’t what he wanted to do. he had appreciated your words but ended up ignoring them anyway as he began to give you the girlfriend treatment without you ever saying a word about it.

chris was the one who initiated a lot of the couple-y stuff. he was the one who wanted to introduce you to his friends and family, and now he was the one going on a podcast and saying how he wasn’t looking for love.

you pull up to your apartment and practically throw the car in park, your movements harsh and frustrated. with heavy eyes and a tear-stained face, you trudge to your apartment almost mindlessly, the sound of you shuffling shoes echoing on the cold ground. immediately upon unlocking and opening your apartment door, you are faced with a hoodie that chris had carelessly thrown onto the back of your couch.

after staring at the article of clothing for what felt like an eternity, your phone began to buzz repeatedly from your back pocket. the messages come one after the other, sending anxious vibrations up your spine.

you reluctantly pull the device out of your jeans and quickly sift through your notifications. one from sophia and four from chris.

soph is telling you, rather than asking, that you’re her plus one for a party tonight. she ends the message with ‘don’t ditch me for chris pls’ and you can’t help but smile bitterly. you quickly shoot her a text back confirming that you most definitely will be there tonight before going into your conversation with chris.

you can’t stop your eyes from rolling dramatically. there was no way he could know what the problem was, and you honestly didn’t expect him to, but you really didn’t have the energy for this right now. there was nothing else that could be said to try to change his mind and you were done trying.

— TABLES TURNED, NOW I’M OUT, AND YOU JUST CALLED LIKE THIRTY TIMES

ALWAYS A FUNNY THING WATCHING THE TOUGH GUY PLEAD, OH, BABY

heavy bass thumped through your chest as sophia’s hands snaked around your waist from behind you. she held you loosly whilst guiding your body with the beat, the two of you being lost in the sweaty bodies and the music.

chris had called you so many times that you’d had to turn your phone off completely. tonight was not about him, and you were not about to fall back into whatever you had with the youngest triplet after what he said.

on one hand you felt stupid for being so petty but on the other, you felt like it was deserved. you had tried your hardest to communicate though your actions that you wanted more with him, that what the two of you had was no longer enough.

you lean back onto soph and smile wide. locked out of heaven’s pre-chorus begins and soph’s grip on your waist tightens as the two of you begin to sing loudly along with the crowd

“cause your sex takes me to paradise, yeah your sex takes me to paradise!”

the two of you raise your solo cups to the ceiling in unison, halle making her way over to join you. she sways her hips along with the two of you and you turn on your heel so that the three of you are facing one another in a small circle. halle’s arms wrap around both you and sophia’s shoulders and she pulls you in along with the music.

your eyes screw shut with glee as you laugh with your friends. adrenaline and dopamine flood your brain and your body, the problems of today being momentarily forgotten the longer you scream bruno mars. you open your eyes to look at sophia, only to see chris making his way through the pool of bodies. his eyes are trained on you with relentless determination, causing you to pause. sophia and halle don’t notice until he’s right up in your space, breaking the safe circle the three of you have created.

his cologne floods your nose as he leans into your ear “we need to talk” he says sternly, his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear.

you shake your head and bring your cup up to your lips, taking a big gulp whilst looking him in the eye. he watches your throat bob as you swallow and looks into your eyes, the determination melting into pleading.

he doesn’t like your answer, and makes sure to let you know by grabbing your wrist and dragging you off the dance floor. whether it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re just weak for chris, you don’t know, but you allow him to pull you into an empty room off to the side.

chris clicks the door shut and you slide down the wall next to the door, your eyes still trained on your drink

“y/n” he starts “what’s going on? you haven’t answered any of my texts or calls today and none of your stuff is at my place”

“i know” you slur “whoops” you respond nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders

he sighs deeply “whoops? are you kidding me? what’s going on!” his hands run over his face in annoyance at your useless response, clearly not wanting to do this with you right now.

“just let me take you home to sober up and we’ll talk, please”

you can’t help but scoff “i’m not going home chris. i’m having a good time with my friends” you spit at him, raising your cup for emphasis “and i’d rather go home with anyone else at this fucking party, at least then i’d know that they’re just using me for sex”

his jaw goes slack and his eyebrows raise in both surprise and confusion “what the fuck are you talking about”

“i’m talking about you leading me on! the least you could do is be honest with me” your words begin to slur at the end of your sentence “stupid fucking boys” you mumble, your head leaning back against the wall with a thunk.

“you’re drunk” he whispers whilst looking down at his shoes

you look at him down your nose through half-hooded eyes, the liquid courage suddenly increasing “no, i’m over you”

chris’s head snaps up suddenly, his eyes blown wide with hurt evident on his face “you don’t mean that”

“i’m done asking you to want me” you laugh bitterly “especially after you get on a fucking podcast and tell the internet that you’re not looking for love”

everything seems to click for chris in that moment. he crouches down in front of you and sits back on his haunches, his pretty blue eyes finding yours “baby…” he speaks softly to you.

tears begin to form in your eyes and you place your drink down on the floor next to you “no, chris! do you know what that felt like!?” your voice raises “what, did you only treat me like your girlfriend so i’d keep having sex with you? was that the reason you kept me around?”

venom drips from your words as you begin to shout “or was it because you KNEW how i feel? huh, chris? did i boost your ego enough that you felt like you didn’t need me anymore?”

chris’s eyes soften as he looks at you. your makeup is well and truely ruined by now, your mascara now running down your face. he opens his mouth to say something but closes it when he realises he doesn’t know what to say. your own mouth drops open in shock, a sarcastic laugh leaving your lips when you realise that he really wasn’t going to answer you.

you abruptly stand, leaving chris to fall backwards onto his hands. you look down at him with a sneer, disgust and hurt cloaking your normally soft features “so you can go on a stranger’s podcast and run your fucking mouth but you can’t defend yourself to me?”

the semi-dried tear tracks on your face are replaced by fresh ones as he still says nothing, the look of hurt never leaving his baby blue eyes.

scoffing, you pick up your drink and turn on your heel to walk out the door “fuck you christopher. you’re nothing to me”

— I WAS TRYNA MAKE US SOMETHING OUTTA NOTHING

WE WERE NOTHING AT ALL

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ohmtoff · 3 months

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absolutely hate that nick feels insecure in his own body bc his body is actually so ideal

those thighs are meant to be sat on!!! theyre also meant to bounce and smack on someone else’s!!! tell me a guy wouldnt be dying to slap those thighs when its hitting their pelvis😩😩😩

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #i genuinely need to peg him #whattt who said that

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muwapsturniolo · 3 months

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✯Chris Sturniolo NSFW ABC's✯

Summary: yall already know what these are.

Warnings: none because yall know what these are 💀

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like it depends on who you are to him. If you are a fling/fwb, he probably grabs you water and a granola bar and quickly ushers you out the door. if you are dating him, he still grabs you water but he wants to cuddle you immediately, giving you soft praises.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it sounds odd but chris loves his nose, and it's only because you told him he has a pussy eating nose. The way it nudges your clits as he eats you out drives you crazy.

his favorite body part of yours has to be your ass. he loves the way it jiggles when you walk and the way it shakes when he's thrusting.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he would never admit it, but he loves cumming in your mouth and making out with you immediately after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's heard stories from his rapper friends about the threesomes they've had and he can't lie, he's curious. he thought about sharing you with one of them but he's too conflicted to bring it up, not knowing how you would feel about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has one or two bodies but everything else he's learned from porn or you had to tell him what you liked. once he understood your body, he was skilled at bringing you to your high.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves having you face down ass up but he also loves to have you standing up, legs spread, and you touching your toes. he loves watching you shake as you try to keep your legs from giving out.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As much as he acts crazy in videos, i dont think hes goofy in bed. i think the only time he would laugh is when yall are trying to get to the bed and probably bump into something.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he keeps it groomed nicely, not clean shaved but enough to where its not a jungle. as for you, i feel like he would want you to be clean-shaved. he doesn't have a problem with you having hair, its just what he prefers.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

on the occasion that he is soft, its the best thing ever. hes so soft and caring, his touches light, the kisses passionate. he praises you alot as well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

hes a busy guy so he doesn't jerk off as often as he would like but he does it at any given chance. but when he does its usually to photos of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i don't think he has a specific kink. hes open to a lot and knows both of your limits.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he enjoys fucking you everywhere in your home. shower, counter top, couch, floor, hallway, your desk. he can't do it at his house so he prefers yours.

motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you fucked out and barely able to open your eyes. That is his motivation. knowing that HE was the one that brought you to the point.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no pegging. he would never let you shove something up his ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's a guy, and honestly, he prefers receiving. he loves the way your plump lips feel around his tip, sucking and swirling around him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he prefers fast and rough. he would only do soft and sensual on important moments (ex: Valentine's day, anniversary, your birthday) ....but its just for the first round he's soft with you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves them. before filming? yes. before going out to eat. oh yeah. before you go to work? of course.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he loves fucking you with his door open while his brothers are home. he loves the idea of forcing you to be quiet and his brothers possibly catching you.

matt was close one time but you two managed to get away with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go at least three rounds. its just something about you that gets him going. your moans? the way your boobs bounce? the way your ass jiggles? he doesn't know but he isn't complaining.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't own any toys but you do, and he loves using them on you. he really loves your rose toy and he loves the different settings it has. you can never make it past the second setting and he's determined to get you past it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's a little shit in bed. he loves to tease and taunt you. he loves to edge you and then tell you to do something only to gaslight and tell you he said the opposite.

"speak to me baby, tell me what you want"

"did i tell you to speak? no"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's more of the grunting type when he's fucking you with people in the house, but when people are gone, oh he's loud. moaning and groaning all in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he saw a video of a couple doing mutual masturbation and he made you try it. it only lasted for about four minutes before he flipped you over and started fucking you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hes a good 7/8 inches on hard, maybe a 6 on soft. hes big in circumference but not super big. its his tip that you really have to worry about.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

if he's truly in love with you, he wants to fuck you all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after a long intense sex session, he will fall asleep immediately after making sure you are okay. if its a short session he falls asleep about 20 minutes later.

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stvrni0lo · 8 months

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𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: reader gets hooked up to the lie detector and the triplets use this to their advantage

warnings/notes: one use of Y/N, one use of profanity

requested?: yes! ↴

- can you do one with chris where the reader gets hooked up to the lie detector and the triplets see this as an opportunity to ask her juicy questions (fave triplet, have you ever been attracted to any of us other than chris) and she says yes but only because they have the same face lol

(request is shortened for clarity)

> > >

Your heart thrummed against your ribcage as your arms and torso were getting wrapped in wires. After hooking them up to the machine, your fingers were also clamped with what looked like clothes pegs. You took a deep breath as the conductor finally sat down.

“Is your name Y/N?” he asked as he stared at the paper before him.

Your heart skipped a beat involuntarily as you answered. “Yes.”

He nodded before asking you a few further questions to make sure he knew what the lines looked like when you were telling the truth.

After giving the triplets the go ahead to ask their questions, they practically shook with excitement. Nick decided to go first.

Your hands twitched slightly as you sat them on the table, palms down. Why did you ever agree to do this?

“Do you have a favorite triplet?” Nick asked smugly.

You huffed upon seeing the look on his face. His smirk made you want to slap it right off - but you knew that this was the least uncomfortable question that he would ask.

“Um- no?” you said. It was more of a question than an answer.

The conductor shook his head. “Lie.”

Hearing the ‘oohs’ and gasps of the boys made you squint your eyes closed. You really didn’t want to answer the question in case it offended them, but you knew they wouldn’t let it go if you didn’t.

They all sat up straighter in their seats, urging you to continue.

“Fine,” you sighed, “It’s Nick.”

After hearing that you were being honest, he clapped his hands together, cheering. He jeered at Matt and Chris, boasting that he was your favorite.

“Wow,” said Chris, feigning offense as raised his eyebrows.

You exhaled air out of your noise, laughing slightly as you rubbed your face. This was already turning out to be the longest 5 minutes of your life.

Matt only rolled his eyes next to Nick before pulling out his phone to ask the next question.

“Have you ever been attracted to any of us besides Chris?”

You and Nick’s eyes shot wide open. Chris only laughed beside him, leaning closer to the table so that he could look over Matt and Nick to see you.

Fuck.

Making eye contact with him, you laughed awkwardly.

“I mean - okay listen. Physically, yes-“ Matt clapped a hand over his mouth, looking over to Chris whose jaw hung open “-but only because you guys look the same!”

Nick laughed in disbelief, his eyes flitting between you and Chris.

“That is true,” said the man near the lie detector.

Chris shook his head as he joined in on Nick’s laughter. “I feel betrayed.”

You knew he wasn’t offended or upset. They were your best friends, and Chris trusted you and his brothers enough to know that nothing would ever happen - it was all just part of the fun.

“We’re having a talk after this,” he added jokingly as he pulled out his phone to get his question ready.

Your face grew hot upon realizing what you had just admitted, avoiding eye contact with the boys as Chris asked the third question. But even if you wanted to, you really couldn’t have lied. Literally.

“When we first met were you initially a Chris girl?”

Nick groaned, rolling his eyes. Matt only leaned back, observing the situation. The questions were getting juicy and they were enjoying pestering you with their curiosity.

“Honestly? Yes. Through and through,” you said confidently, your heart rate finally relaxing a bit.

“True.”

Matt let out a breath, looking to Chris to see his reaction.

“Really?” asked Chris, his eyes never leaving yours despite the fact that Matt was staring at the side of his head.

His brows were furrowed, eyes filled with adoration. Yet he almost looked as if he didn’t believe you.

“Of course. I love you, dude,” you said. As romantic as the moment was you didn’t want to make it awkward for the others in the room by calling him a pet name. This was already becoming very affectionate very quickly.

“True,” said the conductor across from you.

Nick aw’ed as he looked at you. As much as he liked to pretend that your displays of love grossed him out, he was actually really glad that Chris found someone who cared for him as much as you did. Most of all, he was glad Chris was comfortable enough to let his commitment issues go slightly - Chris himself never really thought he would ever be able to confess his love for someone so openly.

“I love you too,” he said finally, his cheeks dusted pink as he looked down.

You waved you hands at Nick and Matt as they gave you little puppy dog looks, as if to say ‘you guys are so cute’. They knew you felt awkward around PDA so they never missed a chance to tease you about it when they could.

Sweat pooling on your face, you tried to move on. “Okay, okay. Just ask the next damn question.”

Never again were you going to let them rope you into one of their stupid video ideas.

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mangosrar · 6 months

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Him first.

chris sturniolo x fem reader

part 3 of middle game!!!

part 1 here, part 2 here , part 4 here.

mentions of sex

A fortnight, 2 weeks, 14 days. A whole 336 hours had passed since you last saw Chris Sturniolos face. You had been avoiding him at all costs. However, this also resulted in you ignoring Matt and Nick too. You hadn't answered any of their texts or calls, despite their relentless efforts. Chris had even gone as far as showing up to your house, he spent at least half an hour banging on your front door telling you "I know you're in there just hear me out" resulting in you telling him to take his boom box and get fucked.

Within these 2 weeks, a lot had changed. The day after the party you and Jasper had broken up for obvious reasons, he was angry and hurt, but considering he was a complete and total ass, and so full of himself, he could use the hit to his ego to take him down a few pegs. You had completely isolated yourself from the outside world, not leaving your apartment other than to take out the trash. Your phone had been neglected, going days without charge. Truth was, being lonely was dangerous. Its addicting and once you see how peaceful it is, it becomes a desperate need.

Well all good things must come to an end eventually, and here you were, outside their house, trying to work up the courage to knock. You were absolutely fine with never seeing any of them again, purely for the fact you weren't sure you could face them without throwing up, especially Chris. But Nick at least deserved an explanation. Do it Rue. Just knock pussy. DO IT. But he had you beat.

"Rue hey" His face was one of shock and a little bit of confusion but he was pleasant none the less.

"Hey Matt... um i just came by to see Nick, sorry its un announced, i just....." you trailed off not really knowing how to explain but he nodded his head in understanding.

"Chris and Nick are out right now but they should be home soon, you're more than welcome to come in and wait?" he opened the door further, urging you to come in.

There was a moment of hesitation. The fear of having to actually see Chris fore fronting your mind.

"Sure" now or never Rue.

You sat awkwardly on the couch. It has never been like this. usually you were sprawled out, legs resting on the coffee table or one of the boys, smile on your face. But now you were scared to sit too far back, a heavy feeling hanging in the air. Matt had curtly followed you to the living room, not wanting to be rude, but it was obvious he could too feel the awkwardness.

He cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking.

"I think you should hear him out Victoria, he has been beating himself up ever since that night and i don't know how much longer i can watch my brother hate himself over this whole thing" he spoke with his hands, furthering his point.

"He should be beating himself up Matt. What he did was wrong and he's not the only one suffering. Jasper and i broke up." you were annoyed. Usually you saw Matt as the level headed one but right now you wanted to scream. How was he defending Chris.

"Sophie and Chris broke up too. But you both did this Rue. You both cheated. You both lied. You're both in the wrong. You cannot put all the blame on Chris when its just as much your fault as it is his. Sure the way he went about it wasn't the best but he meant well, he never wanted to hurt you." And before you could even reply, you heard the front door open and lazy footsteps stomping up the stairs. You were sure you could see your heart beating in your chest. Your hands were sweating and you felt sort of dizzy.

The first face to appear round the corner was Nicks. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. His face was unreadable. You couldn't tell if he was angry at you or happy to see you. You heard a faint and confused 'what' from Chris, after seeing Nicks reaction to whatever mystery the living room held.

His face was next to appear, that gorgeous, chiselled, beautiful face you loved. You watched it fall and the colour drain from it. He was definitely not expecting you.

"Rue" his voice was so quiet you barely heard it. It seemed like it was more of a justification for himself that you were actually there Infront of him.

Your eyes were locked on his, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you reminded yourself of why you came here and made your way over to Nick.

"No" Nicks sharp tone took you back. He held up a hand in front of you, preventing you from coming any closer.

"Nick just hear me out okay?" Your voice was shaking and tears were threatening to fill your water line.

"Him first". He pointed to Chris, his gaze never leaving yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris raise his eyebrows in surprise, he obviously was not expecting that either. Nicks voice was stern and you knew there was no way you were getting out of this. You looked at him with pleading eyes but he was already motioning matt to follow him away, ushering him out the room.

There was no getting out of this, he looked so weary of you, like he was waiting for you to make your escape. Even if you tried to run he would catch you, there was no way you weren't hearing this. The fact that you were so close he could reach out and touch you was tortuous, the only thing stopping him was the wedge he had plunged between the two of you. He wanted to scream, to go back in time and yell in the face of his past self, to tell him that was the stupidest decision he would ever make. He took a step closer to you testing the waters, stopping in his tracks when you moved away. He hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets before speaking.

"I know there's nothing i can say or do to make this okay Rue but you have to listen to me. I have been going crazy these past two weeks, and honestly before that, i don't know why i haven't acted on it before but i guess i was scared or insecure or... i don't even know but," he paused, staring deep into your eyes, trying to make you realise how honest he was being. "i know that i love you. I know that every time we hung out or hooked up i was dreading you leaving, i know that i hated seeing you with Jasper, i know that every time i kissed Sophie i wished it was you, i know that i cannot let you go as easily as i did before and i know that if i do i will never forgive myself for it. So please Rue, forgive me, show me how i can love you, show me how i can be enough for you".

You were speechless, the tears that threatened to spill were now full fledge running down your face and neck. You had never seen him like this. In all the times you had had sex, spent days together, late night drives, pillow talk, you had never seen him in such a venerable state. He had ripped his heart out of his body and put it on display for you to examine, with no shame at all. He took your silence as an indication to carry on speaking.

"I don't know if this will change anything or if you will continue to hate me for the rest of my life but god Rue, it hurts, i love you so much it hurts, i love you so much i don't think you understand, you're all i think about, i find you everywhere, everything reminds me of you, my sheets smell like you, my home smells like you, there are pieces of you everywhere Victoria, i can't escape it and i don't want to, i want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of my life, so please try not to hate me Rue". How sweet his voice came out, how his lips had caressed every word like he knew exactly which place in your chest they fit into, taking that space in your heart you had made for him and making it bigger and bigger. His eyes were full of honesty. No matter how hard you tried to find even a fraction of uncertainty, it was a losing battle. His gaze gained a fraction of hope the longer you stared at him, absolutely bewildered with his words, he could see your walls slowly crumbling. This was it.

"How could i hate you" that was all you could muster up. The only words that would even form in your mind. His face lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes glowed in your presence.

He wasted no time leaping forward and grabbing your face, almost knocking you over in the process, and kissing you like he would never get the chance again, it was full of passion and love, lungs so deprived of air, you were sure that if it lasted just a second longer you would die.

You both pulled back, foreheads resting together, catching your breath.

"I cant believe I actually just said all that sloppy corny shit" Chris's words were hushed, but his face never changed from that of adoration and love.

You couldn't help but throw your head back to let out a laugh and if Chris could've bottled the sound and got drunk on it, he would have.

literally posting this as i’m boarding my flight 😛😛😛😛

1 more part after this y’all enjoy 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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endereies · 2 months

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Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

My first ever fic which is crazy but I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it (hopefully it will have consistent updates)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4857

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

Seeing the hallways early in the morning was always an eerie feeling. The corridors that normally bustle with kids and teachers were now silent, the only sounds being my own footsteps that thud on the marbled floor below. That never failed to make me paranoid. I pull a headphone from my ear, taking my case out my pocket with my spare hand. Usually, I am then met with anticipated silence as my music dims from my ears; today was different. My body pauses at the door to the music room, my hand hesitates to reach for the handle as sounds of drumsticks that crash against snare drums and cymbals interrupt my normal routine. I grow curious and open the door wide and I walk through the doorway, the guitar on my back slamming the door into the brick wall behind it. A loud crash echoes behind me which startles me and the boy who remains sat behind the drum kit. My face falters once our eyes meet and I realize who it is.

Matthew Sturniolo

“You have to be shitting me” I mumble and grit through my teeth, laying my backpack and guitar case onto the sofa opposite the drums.

“Shit sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone in here...” he almost groans back, seeing my demeanor towards the situation.

“Yeah evidently” I return my words with a sarcastic tone, practically mocking his obvious statement. I sigh and slump down on the sofa which my backpack now leans off of. The sound of leather creases below me and I adjust myself on the uncomfortable material, my foot immediately finding this as an opportunity to tap against the carpeted flooring. “So, how long do you plan on staying in here?”

He lays his drumsticks on the drum watching them proceed to roll off, awkwardly trying to catch them as he now stammers making me raise an eyebrow and scoff.

“U-uhm well until class starts, do you need to practice your... guitar?” he peeks his head around his cymbals to view the case my instrument is carried in.

My feet awkwardly shuffle on the floors “obviously not as much as you do.” I grovel in response rolling my eyes before propping my body weight up from the sofa to lean against my knees.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” He mutters with a slightly colder attitude than previously possessed.

“Calm down, not like that, I mean… you’re in several performances for the band’s talent show next weekend. I was saying it was a higher priority than my...” I trail off now focusing my gaze on my guitar casing “hobby.”

“Oh.” His voice weakens, almost timid now realizing his now false accusation. He shifts on the seat and manages to look me in the eye again.

I drag out a tangled lead from the side of my case, flashing the headphones to Matt before practically throwing them on the couch as I drag my guitar out of the case, kicking the wrapping off to the side. I lean the guitar up against the height of the sofa as I start to untangle the lead with both my hands. I weave my fingers through the loops and slide the cable against itself. The length of the cable eventually reveals itself with the final tug on the wire.

The click from the guitar plug completes my set up as I start to tune my guitar, listening to the string’s pitch change as I twist the tuning pegs. The odd chord here or there slowly blends together until the strings match the necessary sounds. Leather beneath me creaks again as I sit back down the sofa with the guitar lying under my arm and on top of my thigh.

Matt trails from the conversation and picks up his drumsticks creating a light beat with the tips of them. It was a basic beat merely to gain a tempo before he nods his head to a new beat that I instantly recognize.

Dark red – Steve Lacy

I begin to study Matt’s actions, them intriguing me for the first time this morning. His hands are focused on the beat of his drums, occasionally hesitating before another sound emits from the skin of the drum. His pace steadies more as he concentrates on his movements. I find myself tapping the body of my guitar lightly to the beat he makes. Matt nods his head gently to the drums which causes a strand or two of hair to fall Infront of his face, resting just above his eye. I swallow harshly and look down to the strings on my own instrument and I pluck at them before strumming to create an occasional note from the song matt is playing.

I give in, however, and adjust my guitar on my lap so that I can play the song properly. Grabbing my pick that is sat beside me, tainted with its own ‘dark red’, my guitar now hums with the according notes.

He snaps out of his focused state and snaps his head over to me with a smile. For some reason it makes me smile back as I continue to play the song more passionately as I hum the lyrics to keep me on beat. I hear a breathy laugh from his direction as we then hit the chorus which makes me smile once again. Thankfully he is only focused on the drums.

I feel his gaze on me when its time for me to change my chords for the verse. I follow suit and switch the tune as the beat drops, I strum a little harder on my guitar which makes a stronger sound emit from my instrument. I keep humming the words to the song gently in tune with Matt’s drums; I steal another glance at him. He isn’t smiling much as before but you can instantly feel the passion as he plays and nods his head. He doesn’t seem to care about anything else, not the strands of hair that fall from their initial position, not the amount of noise he is making at 8:12am or music sheets that slide further of the holder. Something about Matt’s playing almost distracts me, every music class I’ve been too everyone looks so forced into their instruments. Those kids even make me feel negative about music at times, but this? This is different.

He looks up at me, meeting my gaze and I instantly look back down to the guitar resting on my lap. I purse my lips together as the final 30 seconds of the song reach. Matt stops playing the drums to allow me to finish, finally fixing his hair and slicking it back over himself. The last chords I play are slower, softer and relaxed. I stroke the strings on my guitar slowly and sigh once the noise quietens.

A silence falls between us both. Both our breathing is a little heavier but not enough to be noticeable to the other.

“You can play guitar.” He speaks with a cocky smile as he leans back onto the stool below him.

“As if this was for show” A quite scoff escapes my throat as I retort. “You don’t play bad yourself”

“Thanks...” His tone diminishes to a calmer and more confused one, he looks at me with an expectant expression.

“Alyia…” I respond.

Playing songs with matt was refreshing from anyone who I normally play with, he can actually play his instrument.

The next week follows the same routine. I walk in the music room, greeted by matt and we play music together. It wasn’t like it was for fun or anything, only to help him practice for the talent show.

That’s what I kept telling myself at least.

“Good morning.” I speak into the room without acknowledging my surroundings. I take off my jacket and throw it onto a chair nearby and place my guitar case on the carpeted floor.

“Hey” A voice emits from behind me rather than its usual location behind the drum kit.

I turn my head sharply to the drums and I notice they are strangely empty; I turn my head another 90 degrees and my eyes meet matt. He is leant against the door frame with his drumsticks resting in his cross arms which lie against his chest. He adjusts his position so he stands straighter and slicks his hair back with his palm.

“don’t do that Matt, you scared me” I turn again to face my guitar, leaning down to unzip the casing and reveal my black guitar.

“you’re here early, how come?” Matt strides past me and takes a seat at the drum kit before tapping the base drum a few times.

“Well. You are here before me and this is the last day before the talent show tomorrow, why not?”

“Ah. Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he laughs at his own joke and shakes his head slightly. Before I can respond to it, he chimes in again. “What song today, Alyia?”

I finally take position at my ‘designated seat’ and strum a gentle #C chord. “Uhm...” I drag the m through my pursed lips before muttering. “What one is your weakest?”

“Fuck I don’t know? ‘There she goes?’ I keep going to fast about halfway through the damn song” he grumbles with mild self-deprecation and clicks his tongue against his cheek.

I don’t respond with any words but simply tuning one of my strings and immediately strumming the initial pattern to the song’s melody. I nod my head to keep in beat until matt joins in 10 seconds in with light cymbal taps, finally playing his base with more momentum 5 seconds later.

I enjoyed playing this song a lot more than the rest. Even if it did repeat itself, it only made it harder to mess up the chords. The pace was slow but enough to keep me entertained and created a soothing atmosphere that made me forget about the blisters that were starting to form under the rough skin on my hands from the week’s excessive playing. My arm that relaxed over the body of my guitar allowed me to relax into the song more.

I take a glance up at Matt for what feels like the millionth time this week and I see those same strand of hair as before fall onto his face, he manages to tilt his head and jolt it slightly to flick them back into place without ruining his pace.

I play fast about halfway through the damn song.

Not true. He plays it perfectly; we stay in tune with each other the entire time. Even when I add an extra note or riff to mess with him, he stays on beat.

Weird.

I finish the song with a gentle stroke on my stings with dissipates into the air around us. My eyes meet his again.

The door then swings open with a slam as it hits the brick wall in the same place that I hit it the first time I spoke to Matt.

“Mattyyyy” A voice echoes off those same brick walls which is followed by a groan from behind the other.

I hear Matt sigh once he relaxes from his jump scare. I still recover from mine as my body starts to relax once more. Curiously, I face where the voice came from and two boys enter the room and walk towards Matt, one quicker to hug Matt than the other. I recognize their faces as you can easily match them to Matt’s own expression.

“Hey Chris? What are you doing here...? Matt welcomes him with a side hug, holding his drumsticks in the hand that wraps around his back.

“I told him not to bother you but as per usual… He. Didn’t. Listen.” The third one speaks in a monotone voice through his gritted teeth before he puts his weight on one side of his body.

I stay silent, not wanting to disturb the interaction between the three, just lightly tapping on the edge of the sofa, plucking clump of fabric between our fingers. My guitar still rests upon my thigh, my fingers of my other hand lightly plucking at the strings as it drapes over the body of it.

“Whatttt, I haven’t heard Matt play in forever, he has basically shut himself in here for a week” Chris groans and wipes his hands over his face as he slumps on the third’s shoulder which pushes him to the side.

“Jesus Chris its not that bad, you will hear him more after the talent shows.” He retorts as he pushes Chris’s body weight off of him with both arms.

“Well, it’s nice for you two to show up...” he speaks with a calmer tone than previously as he then hints towards me with a simple head tilt.

Both the two boys turn their bodies in my direction and abruptly pause their sentences. An awkward silence comes over us and I offer a weak smile.

“Oh, my bad, whoops” Chris mutters towards me, becoming a little quieter than before and stepping back towards Matt “Nick, why didn’t you tell me someone else was here dude.”

“As if I fucking knew” Nick sighs as he side-eyes the younger boy. He turns his arms outward before dropping them to his side once more.

“Guys this is Alyia, she is the one who I mentioned who can actually play guitar without making our ears bleed.” Matt points his drumstick at me and waves it in a tight circle while leaning on one of his drums. He hints at me with a sincere smile.

“Uh, hey?” I practically mumble these words to the group of them; they all face me with blank expressions as we grow quiet in unison, the only sounds being the scratch of Chris’s soles on the rough carpet as he shuffles his feet subtly.

A meek wave is given as nick raises his hand to me hesitantly. He looks to Chris and Matt, rolling his eyes as they don’t speak again.

“So, you were the one who scared matt shitless the first time you met?” Nick’s voice fills the awkward silence.

“I mean that’s one way to put it I suppose”

Great introduction Ally

“Guys look, this is nice and all but why are you two here exactly. You are never here this early unless I beg you to join me.” He pauses as he ponders about the situation that he made clear “wait, did Nate drive you here?”

Nick nods his head strongly as does Chris, who has stopped shuffling his feet now.

“Yeah, Nate did give us a lift, and all Nick did was play Melanie the entire 15 minutes. I gave up and put headphones on” Nick then lightly elbow’s Chris in the ribs with gritted teeth, his gaze remains on Matt’s drums.

“Anyway, Miss Ackley is rounding up the bands for a final practice between people for tomorrow, we said we would grab you and bring you there.” His arms cross over each other and he sighs heavily.

“Fuck. This early? Damn, whatever…” A long sigh escapes his lips as he pushes himself up from his previous slouched demeanor. He slicks his hair one last time as he stands up and paces towards his backpack which seems far too empty to contain more than one book, maybe a pencil case if you’re lucky. Perhaps it was because the straps were worn out and tired from previous years. We were seniors after all.

I track his motions with my gaze, watching Matt’s footsteps hit the ground harshly, more so than on average. I can feel the vibrations under my own sneakers.

Both Nick and Chris race ahead of Matt, already leaving the doorway they previously crashed through with energy. However, Matt slacks behind whilst I turn my focus back to my guitar, expecting him to follow suit and walk out.

“You should come watch the show tomorrow, I’d like you to see that our practice wasn’t in vain.” His fingers pick at the chipping wood that hug the door frame.

“You sure? Its not like you needed the practice to begin with.” I raise an eyebrow and let out a breathy laugh for a short moment, which is only interrupted by his words.

“I’m positive. I’d like to see you there for at least one song.” His eyes essentially plead at me as he feigns a pout with his bottom lip, hoping for me to surrender, which I do.

“Fine. One song got it.?”

He salutes at me and pushes himself from the doorway, letting his fingers linger there for as long as he can before he turns the corner. That leaves me sat alone in the music room, which hasn’t been the case since before I met Matt. It feels wrong now.

After a few minutes, the silence becomes too deafening for me to work in so I pack up my equipment and leave the music room in search of the library. I couldn’t work in that silence I once used to wish for every day.

The talent show was never all that important to me, if it was I would more than likely participate in it with my guitar. Matt is the only reason I ever showed up this year. I’ve only known him a week and normally I would just refuse, however, the fact that he is playing and playing well makes me want to go. Finally having someone else that can actually play music is more appealing to a musician than you may think.

An alarm blasts from my phone reading 6:15pm.

Shit. I’m running late.

I grab my bag, shoving some basic necessities into it as I exit my room in a hurry and speed down the stairs, skipping a few at a time. I turn the corner of my banister, quickly placing my hands Infront of me to stop myself from crashing into the cream-coloured wall that is now facing me. I use that momentum to push myself towards the front door, grabbing my keys on the way out, letting the door slam behind me.

*Matt pov*

“Hey Quinn, can you help me set up my drums? I got shit to do real quick” I walk offstage and adjust the earbud in my ear slightly, tilting my head as I do so.

“Uh sure? Just give me 5.”

I only respond with a nod from behind having already walked past Quinn whilst I walk to the main dressing room. The hallway echoes with my shoes squeaking as I walk heavily with long strides. People inside immediately perk up and glance to the door that swings open.

“Yo, Nate you coming out or what, I need you backstage on music, we have to start in 10 minutes.” As I talk, I seem rushed and a little stressed with my words; everyone is so nonchalant about the fact that they all have to be ready in 10 minutes and I am the only one currently onstage.

Nate stands up and walks towards me, grabbing my wrist lightly and pulls me out the doorway, the door lightly clicks behind us unlike the crash that I had previously made.

“Dude, you have to understand that this isn’t a theatre or concert. No need to stress, no one cares this much but you.” He jolts his elbow into my rib with a smile on his face.

“Ugh” I groan and roll my eyes, leaning off from Nate’s grip which remained on my wrist. “I know, I know, I just want it to go well. I rarely ever get to show off my drums to anyone, let alone a whole school.”

“Well, I’m ready, go get Martha and Dan and finish setting up. I’ll get my shit turned on now, ‘aight?”

A sigh escapes my lips as I nod my head slowly and separate from Nate, returning to backstage. I feel relief when Martha and Dan wave me over from their positions they take on stage behind the curtain. I take faster strides to my drum kit which is now fully set up and, looking back over my shoulder to see Quinn give me a thumbs up which I appreciatively reciprocate.

Once I take my seat my leg immediately bounces up and down making the floorboards under me creak ever so slightly. My fingers follow the same pattern and start to spin my drumstick meticulously between each finger one at a time circulating my hand repeatedly.

I get a cue from Nate at the side and I immediately force my foot on the bass pedal and strike it steadily. After 8 counts the snare and floor tom got added to my rhythm. By now the curtains have started to open for night and draw to each side. I try and focus on the beat I’m creating but my eyes can only fall to the audience and I start to scan almost instantly. At first, I’m not sure what for but then my brain catches up with itself.

Alyia

Dark Red – Steve Lacy

The steady, rhythmic beating of drums fills the air around me and I concentrate on the flow of my beat. I allow myself to fall further into the base lines I provide and I consistently hit the skin of the drums accordingly. I let my eyes look up to the crowd in front of me. Even though my drums are placed towards the rear of the stage, the lighting hoisted above me, allow me to see each audience member with ease. The lights aren’t harsh however since a slight red tint provided all our eyes with a little more comfort than the original hospital white shade.

Occasional glances flick between the audience and my drums as I attempt to locate Alyia, she never promised me she would attend, I just hoped she had promised herself.

I can’t tell if I am stressed about being on stage for the first time in ages or what but my heart is racing more than my anxiety ever normally causes it to. My hands are slightly clammy but I blame that on how much I’m playing the drums and moving my body.

As my body forces me to look at the audience once more, heads turn to the back of the hall, now facing the right-hand side. I follow suit and glance over in that direction. The side entrance has gently been pushed open and someone has walked through. Their back is turned to me and I momentarily put my concentration back into the music and timings. Curiosity gets the better of me once again and I exhale deeply, slipping my tongue between my lips to wet them briefly and I fix on the door again as I attempt to make out who entered.

My eyes squint as I focus on the person for about ten seconds before I finally realize who it is.

Alyia.

She actually came? I didn’t think she was serious when she agreed to the one song. Granted she was a little late. Nothing I minded at the moment, however.

I see her quickly set eyes on the stage, examining it quickly. I watch her eyes as they fall to my drum kit, lingering on the school logo on the bass drum. She hesitates as her eyes met mine, her expression, inscrutable. I maintain eye contact before I break it to change the pattern of my beats. And by then her own focus changes too.

When I am finally able to take my eyes away from the drums, the song is over. Dan and Martha don’t stay on the stage long enough to even acknowledge the people they had just performed to and they simply wandered off stage. I remain sat down on my stool. I plant my feet flat on the ground and use force to swivel my position back and forth as I drink from a half empty water bottle. I flip the bottle between my hands before I replace it with the quieter options of my sticks which rhythmically spin amongst my first few fingers to the beat of the song in my head – the song I was playing next.

Ride – Twenty One Pilots

I then notice some movement out of the corner and I turn my neck to see a hand waving at me. A confused expression grows on my face as I narrow my eyes off stage. I notice Nate standing next to the singer of who I’m playing for next and a worried expression is visible on the both of them.

A sigh disperses into the air for what seems to be the millionth time tonight and I push myself off my seat, lightly hitting the side of the cymbal with my hip as I brush past.

“What’s going on?” I finally reach where they are and stand closest to Nate, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Jess’s guitar string just snapped.” An exasperated sigh leaves the singers lips as he hands me the broken string from his own palm.

“Shit, uhm...” I inspect the string and based on the thickness I immediately knew it was a D string. My hand lays flat, holding the string in front of me and I hand it back them.

“It’s just a D string, I have spares in my bag, Nate will show you where it is.” I face Nate then nudging his side.

“Uh yeah sure, we will be quick Matt, promise.”

I nod before walking back onto the stage, and back to my stool which now is cold due the lack of body heat. With my legs only being covered in some black, denim shorts it makes me jump back somewhat.

After five minutes of delay, the ‘host’ announces the singer and guitarist’s names to the audience. I sigh with relief as I pick back up my drumsticks and get into position.

It’s not long after that I confirm everyone’s set up and intro the next song, after the initial counts of 8 I provide, the guitarist and piano audio that Nate creates joins in with me.

This song starts much more smoothly than the first few songs I played and everyone’s skill set is higher and much more practiced too. My sections are more complex than the last song however, I enjoy the flow and atmosphere enough to ease that stress and relax me.

Halfway through the song, the chorus plays for the second time and my arms relax into the repeated pattern which allows me one more chance to look into the audience. The first people I notice are Nick and Chris. Nick has one of our cameras out, fortunately without the flash on as Chris goofs off next to him which results in Nick jolting his knee into Chris’s. I roll my eyes at them and the pace of the song slows down. The lights dim gradually as we approach the final seconds of the song. My muscles stop tensing since I can play softer and leisurely. A deep breath fills my lungs and glance up into the audience, I instantly meet Alyia’s eyes again and we both smile, mine definitely showing more than I mentally allowed myself to, but I stopped caring quickly when she broke eye contact with a roll of her eyes.

My drumsticks finally rest upon the floor tom drum and I’m now sat backstage closest to the audience whilst I pack up my things. I grimace when I feel resistance in my ears from the earbuds I put in 2 hours ago now.

Once everything is packed up, I can only wait until the next song is over until I can leave this heated environment. The only distractions from time that I had were quick exchanges with two people I previously performed with, my bottle clattering on the floor next to me and another mini staring contest with Alyia that I ended this time.

“Finally.” I mutter when the host begins their ending comments to the night, I hold my coat between my arm and ribs and swing my backpack onto my right arm, praying my bottle didn’t fall out again when I rushed down the side platform.

My eyes close themselves, only opening again when a tug on my shirt wakes me up. I stop walking and turn my head around with an initially confused expression.

“So, you invite me out here and you don’t even say hi, Matthew” The girl in front of me is finally in a clearer view with all the main lights turned on and a lack of distance between us. I study her outfit momentarily which consisted of low-rise navy jeans; a cropped purple star tee, barely covering her bra straps; a white overhanging beanie and a bunch of small accessories around her neck, wrist and fingers.

“Alyia... hey.” I snap out of my stare as I look down at my air forces which shuffle around on the floor.

“I gotta say, I’m happy you came”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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lexisecretaccx · 2 months

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What about singer reader teaching matt guitar fluff pls

A/n: Omgomg I’m so excited to write this thank u anon

Teach me - Matt Sturniolo

(Fem reader x Matt sturniolo, fluff, singer reader)

“Matt you don’t need to touch those, they’re the tuning pegs babe.” I smile at him softly admiring his concentration. “Shit sorry, have I broken it?” He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth turn up. “Strum it for me real quick.” I asked and he looks at me with confusion and he looks back at the guitar.

I laugh softly “like this my love.” And I do a strumming motion before his face lit up realising what I meant. He strums the strings on the guitar and it makes an awful out of tune harmony. I wince at the sound and Matt looks up at me “pretty good right?” We both start laughing and he hands me the guitar so I can tune it for him.

I tune the guitar and hand it back to him. “Can you remember what I taught you?” He looks up for a moment clearly trying to remember before he re adjusts his fingers on the neck of the guitar, making sure his fingers are in the right frets. He grabs the pick from off the bed next to him and plays a C chord, he then moves his fingers to play an A chord.

He looks up at me for approval and the happiness on his face was enough to make me tear up, he places the guitar down next to him and I hug him tightly. “You did it! I’m so proud of you baby.” I kiss him on the cheek and place my hand on the other. He smiles before kissing me on the lips softly and whispering “I have an amazing teacher, I can’t wait to play guitar on your tour.” I lean back before raising one eyebrow at him, and we start to laugh. “I’m kidding, maybe when I learn fully though?” He asks, studying my face waiting for my response.

“When you’re better then maybe, I feel it would’ve been easier to teach you acoustic guitar first honestly.” I trail off looking at the various guitars on my wall. “I don’t care what you teach me, acoustic, electric, church organ, any type of guitar as long as you’re teaching me.” He smiles at me. I stifle a laugh and he looks at me confused.

“That’s cute or whatever Matt but church organ is a fucking piano.” I start laughing really hard and he joins in sort of before going on his phone, I peer at his screen and he’s searching up what a church organ is. I love him so much but oh my god he can be such an idiot sometimes.

“Oh.” He lets out a defeated sigh when he realises I was right. “I told you so.” I boasted and he rolls his eyes before laying back on the bed and looking at me smiling. “Can we stop today’s lesson?” He asks softly before yawning, “I’m really tired babe.” I smile before laying my head against his chest.

“I love you, you’re so talented and I’m so proud that you’re going on tour, I want front row tickets.” He laughs breathily. “You can have a backstage pass so you can meet me, but it’s gonna cost you.” I smile at him and he smirks slightly. “What if I don’t want to meet you?” He teases.

I lightly hit his chest, “you’re going to anyways, you’re like obsessed with me.” I laugh.

“That is true sweetheart.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses my forehead.

A/n: omg I loved writing this, I love one shots and fluff is my weakness, if u guys have any more recommendations then feel free to hit me up in my inbox!🫶

Taglist: @kvtie444 @blahbel668 @mattsleftnipple03 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @hysteria-things

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strawberrysturniolo · 27 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/strawberrysturniolo/747393720358436864/httpswwwtumblrcomstrawberrysturniolo74738981?source=share

i went through the replies & quotes + OP’s account and i definitely think they had the intention of making fun of you/sturniolo tumblr as a whole they just don’t post usernames. they’ve posted about us before it’s clear they think we’re weird. they made fun of those posts about pegging chris from a couple days ago🫤

too bad i’m pegging chris tonight !

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st7rnsangels · 27 days

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✦ st7rnsangels rules for requests . . .

||*. BEFORE YOU REQUEST… please note:

1. i am a minor who writes nsfw/smut on occasion. please only request if you feel comfortable with this!

↳ i won’t be writing extremely rough or aggressive smut. it will mostly be vanilla!

2. i require at least a one to two week period for one shot requests to be finished. i write entirely at my own pace, meaning requests may take a while to be published.

3. i have the right to deny your request if i do not feel comfortable writing.

4. i will not be writing boyxboy. requests for nick sturniolo will be strictly platonic — i simply am just uncomfortable writing it as a woman

||*. rules / guidelines

safe for work

YES!

↳ fluff, angst, flangst, kissing / making out, substance use, etc.

NO!

↳ boyxboy, tickling… sorry!

not safe for work

YES!

↳ vanilla, sub/dom dynamic, overstimulation, edging, sub!boy/dom!reader, oral, penetration, etc..

NO!

↳ choking, too rough, non!con, pet/age play, pegging, vore, pedophilia, etc..

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jflemings · 5 months

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— messier

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and y/n’s relationship finally hits it’s breaking point

warnings: insecurity if you squint, swearing, breakup, general angst

your fork hit the almost empty plate with a loud clank, gaining the attention of a nearby waitress. all you could do was shoot her an apologetic, tight-lipped smile before looking back to chris in front of you.

he remained indifferent “i’m just saying, y/n—”

“stop talking” you harshly whisper, making him freeze in his place “you and i are done chris”

your words hit him hard as becomes momentarily breathless. he watches you stand and grab your purse before stepping around the table and heading towards the counter to pay for your portion of the meal. despite the boiling blood pulsing through your veins, you remain polite to the hostess as you swipe your card forcefully before turning on your heel and making your way out of the restaurant, not knowing if chris was following you or not.

the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement distract you from the sound of a second pair of feet tailing you out the door. only when a hand grabs at your elbow are you brought back to reality, the feeling of slightly calloused hands rubbing against your moisturised skin.

chris’s bright blue eyes are blown wide, practically pleading as he looks at you “you can’t just say we’re done and then get up and leave me! don’t i get a say?”

you scoff “get a say? chris all you’ve been doing since we got to the restaurant is talk!” pulling your arm out of his grasp roughly you continue “i can’t believe you can sit there and say that i’m such a mess, acting as if i don’t have my shit together! sorry i’m not twenty running a business or a successful youtube channel but i work my ass off!” you spit, breathing becoming more ragged the longer you let yourself get worked up.

chris reaches for you, aching to comfort you when you’re like this. the warm lighting of the restaurant created a halo behind him, defining his wavy hair and broad shoulders that are confined to the long sleeve, white button down he’s wearing.

tonight was meant to be special for the two of you. chris had booked a fancy restaurant in downtown la to celebrate your one year anniversary, promising a lovely night for just the two of you. unfortunately the night hasn’t gone how you’d hoped, the two of you quietly fighting across the table almost as soon as you sat down.

first it had been a sly comment about the skin tight dress you’d chosen to wear and how you didn’t need anyone else but him looking at you, then it was about how he’d hardly seen you at all this week due to your busy work schedule. you had merely scoffed and thrown it back in his face by reminding him of all the times he’d ditched you to go hang out with female friends. you had admittedly snapped, but it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, he was sloppy with his time management and had managed to make you feel second best in your own relationship.

of course he had defended himself, and his friends, which lead you two here, out front of the restaurant on your one year anniversary.

“i wore this dress because it’s one of your favourites!” you exclaim, gesturing to yourself “i’m so busy at work because i’ve been saving up my leave so i can come to boston for christmas, like you wanted!, my whole life practically revolves around you and you can’t even give me a fourth of that energy back”

chris’s face softens “baby that’s not true” he whispers, once again reaching a hand out to you “you know that those girls are my friends. you’re the only one”

your eyes narrow at him and you feel your blood boil further “no chris, i actually don’t know that because you won’t give me an ounce of reassurance!” swiftly turning on your heel, you begin to make your way park to the car park with chris hot on your heels.

you unlock your car and slide into the driver’s seat, taking off your heels and throwing them in your back seat as chris gets in the passenger side. you can practically feel the steam blowing out of your ears the longer the silence drags on, the two of you sitting in the parked car quietly.

“this isn’t love, not anymore” you sigh sadly, voice quiet and shaky as you speak into the quiet

chris says nothing, instead leaning his head back against the head rest of his seat. tears prick at your eyes and a lump lodges itself in the base of your throat.

“so you’re not in love with me anymore?” chris asks quietly, his own voice beginning to betray him

you shake your head “chris i’m so in love with you, to the point where you could treat me however you like and i’d still come crawling back to you” you breathe, turning your head to look at him “and i think you’ve known that longer than i have”

it’s his turn to shake his head “y/n that’s not true” he whispers, his blue eyes now looking in yours “i couldn’t imagine treating you less than you deserve” he practically pleas, making you scoff

“what the fuck is this then christopher!? the possessiveness, the sly comments, the lack of reassurance! you think i deserve that?” your words spit rapidly at him like venom, melting holes in his facade the longer he sits in the car with you.

“…no, you don’t deserve that”

“you’re damn right i don’t”

chris messily runs his hands through his hair, making his arms flex underneath the white fabric of his shirt “i’ll make it up to you, y/n, okay? i swear!”

you turn the key in the ignition, not looking at him or acknowledging his words as you begin the drive back to his place. bile rises in your throat as you turn your unsaid words over and over in your head. you needed to be clear with him, you couldn’t leave any room for misunderstanding when breaking up with chris.

truthfully, this isn’t the way you wanted this to end. when the two of you first began dating you were sure that you could change him, make him want to do the long term thing with you. you had been foolish and naive to think that you could change someone like chris. he had been the best boyfriend you’d had at first. he always treated you with respect and kindness and had effortlessly carved out a you shaped hole in his life.

changing someone like chris isn’t easy though. the mentality that he had when you first met him had eventually come back to bite the two of you in the ass when he first began to pull away from you. he had told you that it scared him to love someone so much and that he wasn’t even sure he could do the long term thing. stupidly, you had reassured him instead of running for the hills, telling him that it was more important that the two of you focus on what’s happening in your relationship in the present and not the future.

you had lied straight through your teeth that night, you knew what you wanted and you knew that you were in it for the long run with him.

that conversation plays over and over in your head as you pull up to the curb, pulling your car in park and sitting there in silence for a moment

“can we please just sleep on this?” he begs, eyes downcast in the tense moment

it takes all your courage and strength to not just give into him again as you shake your head “i deserve someone who wants to commit to me as much as i do them, i can’t be with you if that’s not even an option for you, chris”

his eyes go wide as panic and truth set in, he opens his mouth to protest before you swiftly cut him off “i’ll come pick up my shit tomorrow after work” you say quietly “please get out”

chris’s head hangs low on his neck as he leans over the centre console of your car for a final time. he places a sweet kiss to your cheek before pushing the passenger side door open and stepping out “i’m sorry baby”

screwing your eyes shut, chris shuts the door and walks into his complex, leaving you with only a blurry image of his back walking away from you and your relationship for the final time.

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