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okay matthew sturniolo i’m being so serious, how about you stop showing up in my dreams and slide into my dms instead. this is not funny

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can we get some inbox messages

requests hot takes whatever i’m bored and i’m gonna start writing again (for real this time)

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me core

im sitting here like... well damn, am i actually a chris girl? cus why is it so much easier to write for matt than it is chris?

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Over

summary: it’s over

warnings: angst no happy ending, short, badly written

wc: 279

so uh sorry for being m.i.a i guess! i was busy.. this is also terrible so don’t be expecting some intricate poetic masterpiece please and thank you

“Matt, will you just talk to me?” You follow behind him, barely making it through your apartment door before he slams it shut. He shakes his head. You slip off your shoes, continuing to follow him over to the kitchen. He slams a glass of water and rushes to the bedroom. “Matthew, stop! What is wrong?”

He still doesn’t answer.

You slip into the bedroom close behind him. “Matt please,”

“I don’t want to talk right now.”

“I’m worried,” you tell him, tears welling up in your eyes. It doesn’t help. He slides off his shirt and falls into bed. You follow beside him.

“Don’t be.” He whispers, rolling away from you. You let out the smallest of sobs, turning away from him to run into the bathroom- anything to get away from Matt for a minute.

He sighs, but stands up nonetheless. “I’m sorry for yelling.” He quietly tells you from outside the locked bathroom door, you shake your head.

“Are you?”

“Yes, sort of? I don’t know,”

“Matt, it’s been like this for a month. Why won’t you talk to me?”

He slides down on the wall, slumping against it for support as he inhales deeply. “I don’t know. Maybe this just isn’t working.” You can barely hear his low voice over your near silent sobs. “Don’t say that.” You open the door and sink down next to him.

“I love you but we can’t stop fighting-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“There’s no we, Matt. I want to fix this, I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t. I love you, but I can’t.”

“If you loved me you wouldn’t give up.”

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sorry about being mia

i’ve been busy, but i will be posting some shit soon! trust

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holy shit just realized i’ve got over 100 followers

thank you guys so much 🫵

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maybe one where you’re sick and chris tries to help but he’s kinda confused abt how he can help? im sick rn so it’s what came to mind lol

love ur writing btw 🫡🫀

Sick

summary: you’re sick, chris is kinda confused

warnings: none

wc: 349

y’all school is kicking my ass i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 the other requests r coming trust, also sorry this is short i tried my best

When you woke up wishing for nothing but to go back to sleep, you knew it was over for you. Chris rolls over in bed, throwing his arm around your waist as he tries to block out the sun.

“Good morning.” He says, morning voice in all its glory. You can barely rasp out a ‘morning’ in response. You cough, and he feels some air blow onto his arm- he immediately jumps up. “Did you just get your germs on me?” He exclaims, frantically trying to rub your ‘germs’ off his arm. When he looks down at you and sees your abnormally pale, tired expression, he stops.

“You okay?”

“I don’t feel very good.” You tell him, entering a minor coughing fit following your words. He walks over to you, putting his hand on your forehead. “Uh… you feel pretty warm?” He says, questioning himself. He’s in a limbo, putting his hand on your head and pulling it away to compare with his heat. “Yeah, definitely warm. Let me get you some medicine.”

All you can do is nod pathetically at him, letting out some more rough, raspy coughs. He rushes out of the room, almost colliding with Nick in his hurry.

He grabs you a water bottle, some cherry flavored cough medicine, and a bag of chips; mostly for him. He sets them down next to you, sitting you up to take the medicine. He presses the cup of medicine against your lips, gently tilting it back. Your face scrunches up.

“I know, it tastes bad.”

“Why the fuck do you have cherry cough medicine?”

He chooses not to answer, knowing that he is the reason. Instead, he gives you the water bottle to wash it down. “Take a nap.”

For a while, he sits at his computer desk playing games, eating chips- but then he gets bored and tired, not hesitating to join your nap and wrap his arms around you. He kisses your warm forehead and closes his eyes, not intending on sleeping for very long.

When you wake up, Chris is the sniffly sick one.

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We need a part two of Read, pleassssse

can do! do we want it happy or sad tho

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Angst with Chris but it ends with fluff?

We good

summary: you and chris get into a fight, he apologizes

warnings: fighting, little sad

wc: 690

yesss! sorry it’s so short

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” He sighs, pulling his shirt over his head. “I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” You can almost hear your heart break at his words. If you hadn’t cried over it earlier, you were certainly crying now.

“Of course it was a big deal! I told you over and over again that I wanted you there”

“Can we talk about this later? I’m tired,” Chris slides on some sweats, flipping in bed next to you. You shake your head at him, trying to gather your thoughts. He takes your silence as a yes, when really it’s you trying to steady yourself.

“Chris,” you start, voice cracking, “I waited there for 3 hours. 3. Hours.” you whisper the end, sounding defeated.

“I already said I’m sorry.” He says, eyes closed.

“You invited me to that event, Chris, and then you didn’t show up, and you don’t even have a reason?”

“I said we’ll talk about this tomorrow, just give it a rest.” Chris groans, growing agitated. He’d consider you to be pestering him right now, and he didn’t appreciate it.

That was your last straw however, silent tears becoming full-fledged sobs as you grab a pillow and a blanket. You climb over him, maneuvering your limbs in such a way that you wouldn’t even graze him.

Chris feels the shift in the bed, he can feel your presence crawling around him, but he doesn’t realize you’re leaving he hears the click of his bedroom door open. “Wait where are you going?” He asks, semi-frantically. His previously unbothered demeanor has absolutely disappeared and his eyes crack open.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait, wait, no- we can talk about it now ma, I’m sorry,” Chris rolls out of bed, suddenly alert. You shake your head at him, a little show of telling him ‘too late’.

“I’m tired, Chris. We’ll talk tomorrow.” You tell him softly, sobs coming out of your mouth. You shut the door behind you, walking up to the couch.

When he realizes what his own line sounded like, he breaks down. He wants to go run out; switch places with you at the least. By the time he’s cried himself to sleep, you’re back at your apartment.

The next morning, Chris rolls out of bed with puffy red eyes and a sniffly nose- lingering effects of the previous night. You’re not in much better shape, but you don’t have to deal with the questioning of his brothers.

“Take me to her place, Matt.” Chris says, exasperated.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” Matt responds, continuing to munch on his cereal. He’s unbothered, even going as far as to put some more cereal in his bowl. Chris is ready to punch him.

“Fine, I’m walking.”

“Cool your tits kid,” Matt speaks, mouth full. “I’ll take you in a sec.”

The ride is tense. It seems like Chris is unwilling to talk, but really, he’s just going over his apology. His thoughts are racing while he practices the many ways he needs to say sorry. “Thanks Matt.”

“Sure, you want me to wait for you?”

Chris wants to shake his head, tell Matt no, but he doesn’t know if you’ll tell him to leave or not. He nods.

“I’m sorry that we fought.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you open the door. Your state isn’t much better than his; you’re still in yesterday's pajamas, puffy red eyes, and a sniffly nose. A wave of guilt floods him, and he feels himself shrink a little. “Me too,” You open the door for him, gesturing for him to come in. He doesn’t.

“It’s stupid- I was being stupid, and I’m so sorry-” He says, stumbling over his words. You know him well enough to know he’s two seconds away from panic mode.

“Shhh… It’s okay Chris, c’mere.” You tell him, holding out your arms. He practically jumps into your arms. “I missed you,”

“I missed you too.” Chris grins at you, pushing you into your apartment.

matt: you good?

chris: we good

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SHY - M. STURNIOLO (PART TWO)

i highly recommend reading part 1 first, which is linked here!

summary; after madi and nick set up their plan to make you and matt fall in love, you’re finally going over to their house to film for the first time… and the connection between you and matt only grows stronger

warnings: she/her pronouns used, mentions of gagging. purely fluff!!!

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your car ride to the sturniolos apartment consists of nothing but a very happy madi in the passenger seat and severely shaky hands. so much that madi almost had to take your spot in the drivers seat a couple times because you haven’t been able to steer correctly.

when you arrive in the parking lot outside of their complex, you sit in the car for a minute to regain some control of your emotions. as deep breaths exit your nose, madi speaks up. “y/n, you’re going to be fine i promise. now can we go inside? i don’t want to keep them waiting any longer,” she begs. you exhale sharply, nodding your head as you grip the door handle.

before you can even realize it, you’re standing in front of their door as madi gently knocks on the door. you fully snap back into reality when you see matt’s face at the door, greeting you both with a big teethy grin. “hi guys! come on in!” he says, stepping aside for both you and madi.

their house isn’t necessarily the cleanest place you’ve ever seen, but you can tell that they put in somewhat of an effort to clean it for you guys. you smile at nick as he comes running to the door, pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, hi! i’m so glad you came!” he smiles, making your heart swell with joy. even if you’re in shambles from your nerves, you’re still super joyous that you’ve been adapted into their lives so quickly.

“so before we start the video, we need to go to the grocery store. for some context, we’re doing a challenge where we all buy a few gross or weird foods of our choice, and line them up on the counter. we have an app that when you put a bunch of fingers on it, it randomly selects someone and whoever gets picked has to eat the next food item in the lineup,” nick explains.

“oh god, this sounds awful,” you groan, earning a laugh from a few people.

“this sounds fun y/n! lighten up,” matt teases, nudging your shoulder lightly as he does so. you blush a little and that pit from a few days ago immediately comes back.

“okay people we don’t have all the time in the world, so let���s go!” nick exclaims, pushing you and madi out the door. the five of you get into the car, driving to the closest grocery store. you all go in and make sure to separate so that you don’t spoil your items to one another. each person is supposed to buy 3 items so that the total will add up to 15 items. your items of choice are horse radish, sardines, and to be nice you decide to add unicorn pudding cups.

while you’re using the self checkout, you see chris appear in the line in your peripheral vision. you notice him trying to peak at your items, and you turn your head to him. “stop cheating chris!” you say sternly, making him roll his eyes.

“i wasn’t even looking at you y/n,” he lies, knowing damn well you both know he’s bluffing. you just chuckle to yourself and secretly place your items in your bag, making sure chris doesn’t see. eventually everyone finishes their quick shopping, and you all head back to the apartment to begin the video.

“hi guys! today we’re going to be playing disgusting food roulette, but we have a couple special guests with us! c’mere guys,” nick says, wrapping both his arms around you and madi to drag you both into frame.

“hi guys,” madi says softly with an awkward smile.

“and for those of you who don’t know who y/n is, she’s a great friend of madi’s, and one of our newest friends! her socials will be linked below, so go check out her stuff! she posts a lot on tiktok and instagram, so make sure to go follow her! you can expect to see her in a lot more videos,” nick says smiling at you. you smile back, truthfully unsure of what to say.

“yeah yeah okay we get it nick now stop kissing y/n’s ass and let’s reveal what foods we bought,” chris groans, making you flip him off.

“chris is just mad i caught him trying to look at my foods at self checkout,” you shrug. chris gasps and immediately throws his hands up in defense, “you’re just full of yourself! i was not looking at you,” he rolls his eyes playfully.

“okay chris, leave y/n alone,” matt chuckles, putting his bag of food on the counter. per usual, this sets off that feeling in your stomach once again, but not as bad as before. you’re starting to embrace the obvious feelings you have for matt, and you’re actually okay with that. once everyone reveals their items, it’s time to let the fun begin. “okay guys put your finger down on the phone screen! whoever’s finger gets the little white dot under it has to eat the food,” nick says as you all place your fingers on the phone screen.

the first couple of items on the counter aren’t very bad, but as you further along the line things start to get bad. unfortunately you get chosen to eat the horseradish. “clearly this is my karma for buying this,” you groan, hesitantly placing the spoon into the jar. you quickly shove it into your mouth and swallow, trying to forget about the fact you’re eating horseradish. the taste fills your throat and begins stinging your nostrils from the pungent smell. you start gagging a little, and everyone bursts out laughing.

“fuck oh my god! this is disgusting!” you say, leaning over onto the counter in disgust. you pray that you get the coconut water since it’s the next item, but unfortunately it goes to matt. he takes a sip and scrunches his face a little, and you groan at the gross taste in your mouth. nick and chris are arguing in the middle of the kitchen, while you and matt stand off in the corner. “do you want a sip of my coconut water?” he chuckles, and you accept it gratefully. even if it tastes nasty, you still drink a few big gulps to get the taste of your previous item out of your mouth.

eventually it gets to sriracha sauce, and you’re afraid of getting that as an item seeing as you don’t do good with spices. and of course with your luck, you do. “oh fuck me!” you groan, lifting the spoonful of it off of the counter. you take a deep breath before putting it in your mouth, groaning at the burning sensation on your tongue and lips. you have an overwhelming mix of different disgusting tastes and sensations in your mouth, making you fall to the ground out of disgust and discomfort. everyone laughs at your reaction, and matt lifts his hand out for you to take as a guide back on your feet.

thankfully along the way you get a few good items, but the next item is that stupid pepper chris bought. everyone is deathly afraid of getting it, but unfortunately matt is the one who gets chosen. “you’re joking, you’re actually fucking joking! i’ve gotten all of the worst items!” matt cries out while dragging his hands down his face.

“oh no poor matt,” madi laughs, and matt just groans. he takes a bite of the pepper, and immediately his eyes start watering. he falls to the floor and just curls into a ball while groaning in pain. you all let out a laugh, but after a few moments you guys start getting a bit concerned.

“matt are you okay?” nick asks. matt just looks up at everyone and pouts with little tears welling up in his eyes. you make a little frown at him while letting out a little chuckle. he gets to his feet and stumbles over towards you, pulling you into a hug. he isn’t necessarily thinking clearly, seeing as his mouth, throat, lips, and basically sinuses are all on fire. your eyes widen, but you hug him back gently. you let out a few chuckles, and nick hands him a glass of milk to try and subside the burning sensation in his mouth.

“i’m going to bed, goodnight everyone,” he sadly laughs, waking to his room. you all burst out laughing and end the video without matt.

“someone should go check on him, y/n can you go make sure he’s alive? we need to clean everything up,” nick asks while giving a look to madi. you roll your eyes at the two of them, “yeah sure,” you say in an annoyed tone. they’re making their plan so obvious that even chris is starting to pick up on it.

you softly knock on matt’s door and you hear a muffled voice telling you to come inside. you walk in and his room is surprisingly clean. the lights are off and he’s laying in his bed hugging a pillow, with the empty glass of milk on his bedside table. “i was tasked to come make sure you’re alive. you doing okay?” you ask.

“my mouth is on fire,” he groans and you laugh a little.

“do you want me to get you anything?”

“more milk, please,” he practically begs. you nod and take his empty cup to the kitchen. when you bring it back to him, he’s now sitting up in his bed with his phone in hand.

“fuck, thank you so much y/n,” he says before chugging the whole cup in under 5 seconds. you let out a giggle and he just smiles at you bashfully. he pats the end of his bed, signaling you to sit down on it. your heart rate begins to increase but you do as you’re told and sit down.

“y/n, i know we just met and this might seem a little quick… but i think you’re really pretty and sweet. i was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab food sometime? and i know it’s a little awkward since you just saw me crying from eating a pepper, but it’s the first time i’ve actually gotten the chance to ask you this,” he chuckles and you laugh at the end of his sentence.

“oh my gosh of course matt! i’d love to,” you blush, this time not even worried if he can see your cheeks turning pink. you both figure out a date and time, meanwhile madi chris and nick are all secretly standing outside the door listening in. you exit matt’s room and you see them not so slyly trying to pretend they weren’t listening.

“you guys suck, you know that?” you jokingly say, and they all just shrug.

“have fun at dinner with matt on saturday,” nick winks as you exit their apartment. you just roll your eyes with a smile, “yeah yeah whatever nick.”

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send requests in if you’re not lame!

jk but seriously please send requests i’m down to my last idea

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Dw, you’re most definitely not doing him dirty, i love your chris fics!!! The issue here is that there are more matt girls than chris girls on here so the chris fics kinda get left out, but i can guarantee your fics are amazing!!!!!

awh thanks 😭 i really hope i’m not cause i love him v much

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Read

summary: you feel like you’re losing him.

warnings: no resolution, very short

wc: 262

you: i miss you

you: when are you coming back?

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You stare at the read receipt on your phone, trying to make some sense of the entire thing. It’s only your second month of long distance, and Matt is ignoring you.

Part of you wants to be happy for him. You know he’s happy. You see it on his instagram and snapchat stories, even through his dismissive texts; he’s partying it up in the city of angels while you’re stuck in Boston hanging on his every word.

You can't be happy for him.

You’re stuck at the airport, watching him walk away from you to the TSA line. You’re stuck in the moment where he held you, whispering in your ear. “I’ll miss you, I guess.” All you could do was inhale deeply and push him away, holding back the word ‘stay’. He chuckled a little bit, placing a kiss on the side of your face. “I’m always one phone call away,”

Thinking about that makes you angry. He was not one phone call away- he wasn’t even one plane ride away. Every flight you looked at had a layover.

Even when you switch tabs, away from the flights, you can't escape him. His newest YouTube video pops up, and you feel obligated to watch it. That kick starts your spiral; your spiral into rewatching old videos. Videos featuring you as a guest, or videos where you’re mentioned.

Anything so you don’t feel forgotten.

matt: sorry, i was out with friends

you: you’re good. call me?

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🪼pancakes for dinner

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader is never able to say what she wants to matt and after she doesn't in the car on the way to the airport, her fear of planes kicks in makes some irrational decisions

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing

a/n: i'm going to do a part 2, not proof read!

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inspired by pancakes for dinner by lizzie mcalpine

you have loved matt since the day you met him in the second grade.

it may seem cliche but you have without a doubt thought about him everyday for the last 12 years.

the only problem is that he doesn't know. you are an infamous introvert who only knows how to hide your feelings. every time you go to tell him about your absolute love for him something else comes out.

"hey matt, can i tell you something" you say from the passenger seat of his car

"yeah" he says cautiously "is something wrong?"

"no no no, nothings wrong it's just.." you pause not knowing how to say it "you have something in your teeth"

let's just say both you and your friends would beat you up for weeks after that.

you didn't know why you were like this though. you were so open with matt about everything except for this.

it was almost your twentieth birthday so you were flying back home to visit family and matt being your absolute best friend he was going to drive you. all of your friends including his own brothers thought of the fantastic idea of you telling him in the car on the way to or at the airport.

you hated this due to the fact that it had to be said out loud and you now weren't only stressing out over the fact you had to fly with your horrible fear of planes but how and when it was a good time to tell him. but your friends were being so serious. to the point that one of your friends threatened to post your ugly baby photos on her instagram story if you didn't do it. lord knows those don't need to see the light of day.

so you set out to tell him.

it was now day of the fly back home. you and matt were sat out side the airport as you said your goodbyes for the long week. as he was leaning in for a hug before you left his car all that was going through your head was 'do i tell him now?' 'how do i say it?' 'should i even say it?'

let's just say this wasn't matt's first time experiencing you overthinking and he clicked in pretty fast.

"is there something wrong?"

you immediately snapped out of your thoughts "no just... thank you so much. i truely appreciate it"

"no problem, you know that"

as you slowly slipped out of the car you instantly started beating yourself up not knowing why you were like this.

after going through security at the airport you were sat in the lounge now stressing about flying and matt.

as you were called to enter the plane, your stress levels started rising. all you could think about is how stupid you are for your fearing of flying and your fear of emotions.

as you sat in your seat restless and stressed not knowing what else to do you pulled out your phone to text matt.

"hey matt, how are things going at home?"

"they are going great, a bit boring without you"

"of course it is"

as you read his message and your response it suddenly clicked that you could just tell him how you are feeling over text.

"how are you going?" he replied

"fine. a bit stressed like always but fine nonetheless"

"there's no reason to stress, you'll be fine"

"i know. matt can i tell you something?"

"always"

as you read this reassuring text you knew it was time he knew.

"i've liked you from the moment i saw you in the second grade when i had to sit next to you. there hasn't been a day since then that i haven't thought, dreamt or loved you. you are stuck in my head and i don't know why it has taken me 12 years and stress that i'm going to die on this plane to do this but it had to be done. i understand if you don't feel the same and i don't want to pressure you to feel the same or even want to know me anymore but i love you and you needed to know that"

after you sent that message you got an instant reply.

"let's talk when you get home"

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guys my chris stuff does terrible compared to my matt stuff am i doing him dirty be honest 😕

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do you feel like there is a difference between boston and la videos? I always feel like when in boston they look happier more chill just overall wholesome while la videos seem rushed to me idk

totally agree

boston videos just hit diff, the energy is there

i love la videos i just feel like they seem drained in them and i don’t blame them, la is a crazy place- i’d be much happier in boston too, coming from someone who adores cali

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omg no red hair era was IT i'm way too excited he is gonna look sooooo good

IM SO SXCITED TOO IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!

don’t get me wrong the blonde was cutie and all that but it just didn’t hit like the red does