#20thcenturygirl!reader⋆｡°✩

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳����𝘯𝘨… 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Echo sat at the library table, scribbling notes for the school paper. It hadn’t been so bad with Chris as her partner. So far. The quiet hum of the library surrounded them, but Chris was determined to break the silence. He fiddled with the camera in front of him, glancing over at her with a smirk.

“So, what's the deal with Matt?” he asked, eyes flicking between the camera and her face, his tone light but with an edge she couldn't quite place.

Echo didn’t look up, pretending to focus on the assignment. “What do you mean?”

Chris raised an eyebrow, lips curling slightly. “You’ve been asking about him all week. What, you trying to get in his head or something?”

Echo’s fingers paused on the pen. She tried to shrug it off, but she felt that annoying flutter in her chest. “I told you, it’s for a friend,” she said, keeping her voice casual. “A favour.”

“Right,” Chris said, drawing the word out with a knowing grin. “Sure, it is.”

She felt the irritation building up, but she kept her gaze fixed on the notebook. “You can’t just keep quiet, can you?”

Chris leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the game. “What’s the fun in that?”

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

Chris’s eyes softened, but the teasing tone didn’t fade. “You know, Matt’s probably into something deep, like... The Breakfast Club. He thinks he’s this misunderstood guy who’s actually cool underneath, but nobody gets it.”

Echo caught herself laughing, despite herself. “You’re terrible.”

Chris shrugged. “I’m just saying, you wanna know him? He spends way too much time overthinking. Same as everyone else.”

Echo didn’t quite know why his words hit her in that strange way. “That’s the least helpful thing I’ve heard today.”

“I know.” Chris smiled, and she caught the hint of something behind it, something that made her hesitate for a split second. “You’re welcome.”

She took a breath, trying to refocus. “What about his hobbies? Does he have any? Or does he just hang around his annoying younger brother all day?”

Chris shook his head, biting his lip to stop himself from smirking. “Says the one hanging out with me, right now.”

“Not by choice.”

He chuckled, shifting in his seat. “You know, lately Matt’s been spending a lot of time at the gym. Not for exercise, though. It’s more of a flex. He likes the idea of being this... cool guy who’s already preparing for hockey season.”

“Are you sure you’re not projecting a little?” Echo shot back, trying to cover up the weird tension creeping in.

“Maybe,” Chris said, but his smile faltered just a bit. “But he has been coming to the gym with me as of late.”

Echo bit her lip. She was starting to see a side of Chris she hadn’t really considered before, and it wasn’t the teasing, careless Chris she thought she knew. She brushed it off, trying to take advantage of Chris’s chatty mood. “So, what about his romantic pursuits?” she asked, a little too quickly, hoping to break the awkwardness. “Is he into anyone?”

Chris’s expression shifted just slightly, his gaze becoming unreadable. He leaned forward, dropping his playful tone. “Why? Is that for you, or for your friend?” He mimes the last two words with air-quotes.

Echo blinked, caught off guard. “What does that even mean?”

He didn’t answer at first, his eyes lingering on her a bit too long. “You’ve gotta know what you want. Or, maybe you don’t.”

Echo’s heart skipped, and she swallowed, forcing herself to look down at the notebook again. “You’re relentless.”

“I’m just telling you the truth,” he said quietly. His voice softened, almost like he was trying to get at something, but pulling back before it could get too deep. “Matt’s not gonna make the first move. You’ve gotta make it clear you’re interested.”

Echo felt a strange warmth rise in her chest, even though she was trying to keep things light. “How am I supposed to do that?”

Chris smirked again, but this time it was gentler, almost... softer. “You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.”

There was something in his voice… something genuine that caught her off guard. For a moment, Echo forgot that they were talking about Matt. And Iris.

Before she could respond, Chris picked up the camera that had been resting on the table between them. “Forget about him for a second. Let’s focus. We came here for the assignment, didn’t we?"

She blinked, shaking herself out of her thoughts. “Right,” she said, her voice quieter now, the brief moment of tension hanging between them. “I’ve planned out the article. You just need to take your pictures.”

Chris slumped on the table. “Great. More work. Just what I needed today,” he said in a tone that made it sound like he was anything but thrilled.

Echo sighed. “You’ve barely done anything since you got here. Besides, you know how to use the camera, and I don’t.”

Chris smirked, picking up the camera. “I know, I know how to use it. But I could always show you how it’s done…”

“Save it,” Echo cut him off. “Let’s just get the shots.”

They grabbed their things and headed outside, where the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows on the pavement. The school’s courtyard was empty, the perfect place to snap some candid shots for the article they had to work on. Something about the building’s architecture.

Chris set the camera to his eye, positioning it like he was some kind of professional photographer, though he was clearly just having fun with it.

“Alright, I’m done,” Chris said after snapping a few pictures of the building. He lowered the camera with a satisfied grin. “You want to try now, or are you still too scared to mess it up?”

Echo rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re so full of it. Fine. Show me.”

Chris leaned in, placing the camera in her grip and adjusting the lens. He positioned her hands carefully, guiding her fingers around the controls with a gentle touch.

“Okay,” he said, giving her a mock serious look. “You’ll need to get the angles just right. Make sure you focus on the background, but also…” He paused for a second, his gaze lingering a little too long on her face. “You know what? You seem like you’ve got the basics down. You’re good.”

Chris handed her the camera with a soft, almost reluctant smile. “You’re not gonna mess this up. Trust me.”

His fingers brushed hers as he let go of the camera completely, and the fleeting touch felt like more than just a quick, accidental contact. Echo wasn’t sure what it meant, but her heart seemed to have an answer all its own. She focused on the camera, trying to push the thoughts out of her head. “Okay, show me how it works.”

Chris set himself up, striking a pose like he always did, his casual ease making it hard to ignore. “Don’t make it look like a mugshot,” he teased, but the edge in his voice was softer, more... personal.

She aimed the camera, her hands a little shaky. “I know what I’m doing.”

Chris chuckled, though his smile seemed less carefree. “Yeah? Prove it.”

She snapped the shot, and Chris immediately grabbed the camera, inspecting the picture like it was the most important thing in the world. “Not bad,” he said, his voice surprisingly quiet. “You’ve got potential.”

For a moment, their eyes met, and it felt like everything slowed down. Echo quickly looked away, her pulse quickening in a way she didn’t fully understand. Chris didn’t say anything, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze before he let go of the camera and rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

��Keep practicing,” he said, his tone suddenly almost... serious. “You might get good at this.”

She looked away, unsure of what to say as she felt so… flustered suddenly. Just as the time to say an awkward goodbye came, she cleared her throat and replied, softly, “For the record… you really are good with the camera. You've got a gift.”

Chris paused for a beat, then gave her a small, genuine smile. “Thanks, Echo.”

“See you,” she murmured, trying to ignore how her heart was still racing.

“G’bye,” Chris said, and the way he said it almost made her feel like he wasn’t quite ready to leave either.

thank u rose for the dividers!!! much love @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: hope u enjoy! we're kinda getting somewhere? i.e. i finally kinda have a loose plan

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid @slxt4chriss @blushsturns @stvrnzwrld @middlepartmatt @trevorsgodmother comment to be added/removed from this au's taglist!! cya next time <3

[ohmoonbeam]

This soft Mase is adorable, I love it 😭

showers

mason mount x fem!reader

warning: smut, disgustingly sweet fluff

summary: showering with Mason and doing skincare with him but he can't control himself so reader has to give him a handjob 🫣

a/n: what I would give to experience this. I was actually in two minds about including the smut in this just because it was so romantic and sweet but I decided to keep it in because it's only a little bit smutty 😉

Masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Mason was absolutely drained, there was no arguing that fact. He'd been working his arse off in training and you knew it was starting to become overwhelming for him. You were desperate to help him release some of the tension in anyway you could, but from being with Mason for so long you learnt that just your presence was enough to do that.

You sat on the sofa patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home from training, wanting to smother him in your love and affection. You heard his car park on the drive before he opened the front door, and when you checked the time you realised he was home earlier than normal. "I'm home love" He said, smiling widely when he saw you. You walked over to him as he engulfed you in his arms. "You're back earlier than normal. Everything okay?" You nuzzled your head more into his chest as he rested his chin on top of it. "Yeah, I just wanted to come home to you. Skipped the shower and everything." You pulled your head away and held his face in your hands. "I can tell. Think you need to go and get in that shower right now." You pretended to pull a face of disgust that made Mason burst out laughing, a sound you hadn't properly heard in too long. "Oi watch it you." He pinched your bum lightly before turning on his heels towards the stairs. He reached out to grab your hand "come on then."

You smiled and took his hand as you both made your way to the bathroom. Showing together wasn't uncommon, physical touch was one of yours and Mason's main love languages, so the chance to share such intimate moments with each other was something that you both valued. Mason turned on the shower, making sure that it was hot, too hot for him but he knew that's how you liked them. You helped to undress each other, flashing grins everytime you both made eye contact. There was nothing sexual about it, instead a mutual need to be close to each other.

Once the shower was warm enough Mason held your hand and guided you both into the shower. Times like this made you eternally grateful at the size of his house, resulting in him having a large enough shower for you both to fit in comfortably. You both stood under the water, letting the steam consume you both as Mason had you wrapped in his arms. He pressed a few gentle kisses on top of your now wet hair before releasing his grip and grabbing your shampoo. "You don't have to do that Mase" you said softly as you watched him lather it up in his hands as he shook his head, "I want to." You smiled and closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist as he gently worked his hands through your hair. Once he was sure it was washed he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his finger so he could rinse it out with water. Once he'd done than he applied conditioner in his hands and ran it through your hair before pulling away, knowing that you usually let your conditioner sit in your hair for a few minutes.

While you waited you grabbed Mason's shampoo, mirroring his actions as you leaned up on your tiptoes. Realising your discomfort he leaned his head down, moving his hands to cup your boobs and massage them lightly. "I'm so happy you don't use a 3-in-1 anymore. Can't believe you used to live like that before I met you." Mason chuckled into your shoulder. "You've converted me." "Mhm, still need to work on your skincare routine though. Head up please." You rinsed the shampoo out of his hair before putting conditioner in his, another thing you'd made him add to his routine. "What? I wash my face and moisturise. Just cause I don't use a million different products like you." He rolled his eyes but you caught the amusement in his voice. You pulled his hair gently as to not hurt him "watch it mount.". You pecked him on the lips as you washed the conditioner out, him doing the same to you.

You turned around, bending slightly to choose a shower gel and unintentionally turning Mason on. "Right, you can choose the smell. Vanilla or lavender? I think you should choose the lavender because it will help you relax." "Yeah right, you just wanna use that because it's your favourite." You turned around with the shower gel, faking a look of hurt "I would never." You noticed his semi but decided to leave him alone instead of doing your normal teasing.

You grabbed a loofah and gently began to wash down Mason's body, his eyes falling shut as he let out small hums of appreciation. "Turn around so I can wash your back darling." Mason turned without a word, before turning back once you told him you were done. You moved the loofah down both his arms before going down his chest and stomach.

You couldn't help but notice his dick pressing against your thigh. His eyes were still closed so you moved back slightly to spit on your hand before taking him in it. He let out a breathy moan and rested his head in the crook of your neck. You moved your hand up and down slowly. Not slowly enough to tease him but at the same time the right pace to help relax him. Your other hand stroked the back of his neck with your nails. Mason let out small whimpers, normally when he was tired he became more submissive and that was something you loved more than you would ever admit to him. His hands had found their way to your waist as they gripped it softly, his breath warn on your neck and it was growing heavier and faster by the second. You felt him twich in your hand and you knew he was close, so you pressed a light kiss to the side of his head "Are you close love" He simply nodded and he bucked his hips forward a few times before finishing over your hand and thigh, whimpering as he did. He stayed in that position for a bit, pressing open mouthed kisses of gratitude on your neck as you ran your nails up and down his back. After he'd caught his breath he pulled his head back to look at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Thank you. Didn't realise how much I needed that." He let out a breathy laugh before pressing his lips to yours. In that moment you felt as though nothing else mattered. Mason was your entire world and he was yours.

"Let me clean you up then we can get settled in bed, it's too hot in here I'm going abit dizzy" He grabbed the loofah and ran it over your body and you found the fact that he was paying extra attention to your boobs was amusing to you. "You sure you're not dizzy because your girlfriend is absolutely legendary with her hands?" You teased and you raised your eyebrows at him. "I can't argue with that darling."

Once he'd finished he turned off the shower, wrapping you up in a towel and handing you one for your hair as he tied a towel over his waist. You both dried each other off, exchanging kisses in the middle. Mason handed you some underwear and one of his hoodies to wear as he pulled on some fresh boxers.

"babe, can we do one of your face masks tonight?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to ask and his face was decorated with a light blush. "Course we can, let me just brush my hair and we can. Go wash your face n wait for me in the bathroom love." You flashed him a side smile that made his heart flip. It amazed him just how much he loved you, he would do absolutely anything for you and knowing you'd do the same made him happier than he could ever describe.

Mason made his way back into the bathroom, carefully following your instructions. Despite this now practically becoming a weekly ritual for Mason to join you on your skincare nights, he still got shy asking about it.

He smiled from ear to ear when you appeared behind him, quickly washing your face before you both made the hard decision to choose which face mask you were going to use. "Which one do you want? I chose the shower gel so you can choose the face mask." Mason pretended to think hard, but he always chose the same one every week, a cucumber face mask that he was especially fond of because it 'smells and feels nice'. You grabbed two matching headbands before you grabbed the face mask. "Close your eyes for me Mase" He said as you said as you carefully applied the mask. "'S cold" Mason couldn't help but partially open his eyes to be greeted with a sight he thought was downright adorable. You biting your lip as you were extremely focused on the task at hand. "Mase close your eyessss" you whined, tickling his side with your free hand. You finished applying the mask before putting it on yourself.

Mason stared at you intently, he felt like his heart was going to explode. "Stop staring" you whispered, staring to feel abit embarrassed. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful. Can't believe you're my girlfriend." You felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks. In your opinion this wasn't your best look, wet hair that made you look like a drowned rat in your eyes, an old oversized t-shirt of Mason's and your face covered in a green face mask but to Mason it wasn't about your physical appearance (despite him thinking that your face and body was the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on) but your personality. You were the most generous, loving, selfless, caring woman he'd ever met in his entire life and he thanked whoever graced his life with your presence everytime he looked at you.

He was pulled out of his trance when the timer went off, signalling that you needed to wash the masks off. You grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped it all away before applying moisturiser to Mason's face, pressing a light kiss to his lips before he did the same to you. "Thank you" you shot him a confused look, not really sure what he was thanking you for. "For everything tonight. The shower and this. This little routine had become one of my favourite ways to spend time with you. I love you so much." He pulled you into a hug and he kissed your temple "I love you too Mase, so so much." You leaned in and shared what felt like the most loving kiss you'd ever shared with him. "Bit weird that you didn't mention our shower antics in that speech." You teased. "Well I'd like to think that went without saying." He smiled before being interrupted by a loud yawn. "Come on, let's get to bed darling." But he shook his head lightly "I wanna thank you properly for everything."He pouted, clearly unimpressed. "Mase, you can tomorrow, you're exhausted and you need rest. Just cuddling with you tonight is enough, I promise." He simply grinned before taking your hand in his and guiding you both to bed. He pulled the covers up as you both climbed under them. "Can you cuddle me tonight?" He asked sheepishly, and you grinned ear to ear. "Course I can." You gently patted your chest "come here baby." Mason placed his head on your chest, one hand on your waist and the other travelling up your shirt to cup your boob. You wrapped one arm around his back and your other went to his head and massaged his scalp gently. "I love you so much baby. Goodnight" "I love you too Mase, forever"

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

None of them planned to end up here together. It was just where they all happened to land. 

The bus stop was a usual part of her routine. Matt and Chris typically walked home, but then it started raining, and Echo, who was already waiting for the bus, had wordlessly scooted over to make room. Now, the three of them stood under the flickering streetlight, the pavement dark and glistening beneath their feet.

Chris rocked back on his heels, hands in his jacket pockets, watching Echo. “Didn’t think we’d be lucky enough to have your company tonight.” His voice was easy, teasing- like always.

Echo fought the urge to roll her eyes, shaking damp hair from her face. “Yeah, highlight of my evening.”

Matt sat on the bench, quiet. He hadn’t really said much since they got here, and he hadn’t looked at her much either. Not directly.

But Echo could feel it, his attention, quiet and measured. Like he was trying to figure something out.

Chris nudged Matt, grinning. “Bet you didn’t expect to be stuck here either, huh?”

Matt finally glanced up, his gaze meeting Echo’s for the first time. “I don’t mind,” he said.

Echo blinked. It was such a simple response, but something about it made her pause.

Chris scoffed, bumping his shoulder into hers. “Watch out, man. She grows on you.”

She stifles a laugh, like it was nothing. Because it was, wasn’t it?

Still, later, as the bus pulled up and Chris slid into the seat beside her, she found herself glancing back, just once, to where Matt sat by the window, eyes already on her.

She looked away first.

Almost. Maybe.

ty @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!

a/n: lil blurb for this au,, wanted to ft matt a bit more

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid @slxt4chriss @blushsturns @stvrnzwrld @middlepartmatt @trevorsgodmother comment to be added to this au's taglist!

cya soon!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

if you could give us a general ootd of each characters in your au, what would your readers tend to wear? 🍀:)

AAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS QUESTION 🫶🏻

ponyo!au, featuring goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt

20thcenturygirl!au, ft 20thcenturygirl!reader x 20thcenturyboy!chris

theoffice!au, featuring officecrush!reader x officeworker!matt

spitfire!au, featuring archer!reader x kidflash!matt

almostlove!au, ft sexhotline!reader x goldenboy!chris

hallwaycrush!au, ft hallwaycrush!chris

emergency!au, featuring barista!reader x nurse!nick

emergency!au, featuring doctor!reader x firefighter!matt

emergency!au, featuring detective!reader x detective!chris

compromise!au, ft rose!reader x matt sturniolo

i have too many au's so i'll reblog with the last two:>>

what's everybody's fav fit dshjbdsj

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ…20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x 20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏʙᴏʏ!ᴄʜʀɪꜱ

20thcenturygirl!reader…is tough. not girly but still a girl's girl. taekwondo. dances alone in her room. heart of gold. not good at goodbyes. eldest daughter. steals her friends' clothes. sucks at journalling. good comebacks. lightweight. graphic novels. converse. shizuku tsukishima kin. two left feet. claims she’s not physically affectionate. wants to travel. death by nostalgia. pinkie promises. hates romance. loyal. stubborn. rarely sick. plums. long phone calls. always running late. small but tight circle. trouble distinguishing platonic and romantic feelings. doesn’t understand sarcasm. loud laugh. scatterbrained.

20thcenturyboy!chris…is chill. cool. laidback. go with the flow. wears his brothers’ clothes. good at goodbyes. secret softie. hates roller coasters. loves stargazing. skateboards but isn’t great at it. sketchbook always in hand. movie buff. rarely raises his voice. quiet humor that catches you off guard. always the designated photographer. hoodie thief. remembers little details about people. likes bittersweet endings. the type to watch the sunrise. surprisingly competitive. spontaneous dates. sleepy eyes. polaroids. can't swim but pretends he can. playlists for every mood. packs light. unsure of himself. puts others first. pepsi.

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for dividers once again slay pussy gang

a/n: sooooo....what r our thoughts? if u havent seen this movie pls dont watch it u have been warned. taglist: @snoopychris @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid comment to be added/removed!

till next time!!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰?

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ… 20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴠᴇʏ… ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

It was a Sunday afternoon, and she stood in the phonebooth out the front of her house, staring at the number written in messy handwriting. She’d managed to get Matt’s home phone number after a bit of sneaky detective work, hoping to gather more information for Iris. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous…this wasn’t her first time doing something a little… much. But there was something about this whole situation that felt different. What if she was making things weird? What if she was crossing a line? 

For Iris, she reminded herself.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number, holding the receiver to her ear as it rang. The phone line buzzed a few times before the voice on the other end picked up.

“Hello?”

Her stomach fluttered as she forced herself to stay calm.

“Hello, may I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?” she asked, trying her best to sound professional, like a real survey caller. 

The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment, then responded, “Who?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo? I’m calling from…The Survey Squad Institute, to conduct… a quick survey. It won’t take long.”

Another pause. Then, confusion. “Uh, I think you have the wrong number.”

“No, no,” she insisted smoothly. “I’m just calling for a quick survey, just a couple of questions.”

There was hesitation in the voice. “Okay… What’s this about?”

She straightened up, adjusting the phone like she’d done this a million times before. “Thank you for your time! We’re conducting a survey about people's favorite songs. And we’d like to know: if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

The voice responded, a little uncertain at first but warming up. “Uh... probably Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers.”

Y/n wrote it down, nodding to herself. So that was Matt’s usual go-to track. She was on the right path. 

“So, moving on,” she said, pushing her nerves down. “If you could go anywhere right now, where would it be?”

The voice on the other end became a little more relaxed. “A forest, somewhere quiet. Just to get away from everything.”

She scribbled that down too. This was going well. Maybe she’d get this whole thing done without any hiccups. She felt a rush of pride. 

“Okay, last question!” she said a little too brightly, forcing herself to stay in character. “If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, which one would it be?”

There was a brief pause, followed by a soft chuckle. “The Big Lebowski. It’s funny, in a way that doesn’t really try too hard, you know? The way it’s all, like, a series of strange events, but it still feels kinda real in a weird way. It’s kinda... timeless, I guess? I dunno. It’s one of those movies you either get, or you don’t. But if you do, it sticks with you.”

Y/n froze, the pen hovering over her notepad as her heart skipped. Wait a second… Her brain short-circuited for a moment. No way. This isn’t Matt. This is… Chris?

She pulled the receiver away from her ear, staring at it in disbelief before holding it back up, almost as if she could ask the phone itself what just happened. Why am I doing this?

“Wait a second,” she said again, voice a little too loud in the quiet booth, her face turning red. “Is this… Chris?”

She could hear Chris’s smile through the phone, his chuckle a soft echo. Her stomach flipped, and she quickly dropped her gaze to her shoes, wishing she could disappear into the pavement beneath her. Of course. Of course it’s him.

“Well, well, well,” Chris said, clearly amused. “Hello, Echo.”

“Echo?” she repeated, confused. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Echo,” Chris said with a grin in his voice. “You sounded like a robot repeating yourself Y/n, all stiff and professional, like you're reading off a script. Saying the same things over and over, like ‘May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?’” He laughed again, clearly enjoying himself. “You’ve got this robotic vibe going. I’m calling you Echo from now on.”

Chris let out a low whistle. “Echo, huh? Yeah, you really nailed the whole survey lady thing. You even sounded like you were reading off a script. 'May I speak with Matthew Sturniolo?' You should’ve gone all in and asked me about my opinions on toothpaste or something. I would've believed you.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “And hey, now that I know your ‘survey’ skills, I’m just gonna assume you’re gonna call back every few days. What’s next—favorite type of pencil? Or how do you take your coffee?”

“No-” she cut herself off, but Chris was already laughing.

“Yeah, Echo, you’re a pro. I’m gonna expect more surveys in my future. You can’t just give me a performance like that and not continue to live up to it.”

She could feel her face heat up with embarrassment. “I- I wasn’t trying to sound like a robot! I was just-”

Chris cut her off with another laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Echo. I gotta admit, you’re pretty committed to this whole ‘survey lady’ thing. But I’m not Matt, so good luck getting that pager number from me.”

“I’m not-” she groaned. “I was just trying to get Matt’s pager number for- !” She cuts herself off.

“For?” Chris said, the teasing in his voice softening just slightly. “Who?”

She grumbled, avoiding the question, embarrassed but not totally upset.

“Anyway, I think ‘Echo’ is perfect,” Chris teased, clearly enjoying the nickname. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder if you want Matt’s number. I’m not giving it up that easily.”

She sighed. “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe- ”

Chris interrupted, his voice taking on a more playful tone. “Yeah, well, Echo, you gotta live with it now.”

“Whatever,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Just don’t tell Matt, please.”

“No promises. But hey, just call him as yourself next time,” Chris said mockingly. “No need to pretend to be a survey lady.”

She shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re being annoying, you know that?”

“I know.” Chris replied with a grin she could practically hear. 

She just shook her head, hanging up the phone and slamming it down with a little more force than necessary. “Echo,” she muttered, the ridiculousness of the whole thing sinking in. Her chest tightens as she leans against the machine.

The whole thing had been pointless and weird, but… something about it lingered. Maybe she was getting somewhere. Maybe.

thank u rose for the dividers ! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: for the 4% of u that wanted this! reader finally gets a nickname

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid @slxt4chriss @blushsturns comment to be added/removed from this au's taglist!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

could you do your au pairs as like sweet treats? like what treat would they be

AAAA I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS ASK!!! here u go:

ponyo!au – goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt

honey lavender shortbread cookies. soft, floral, a little sleepy and nostalgic. feels like sea air and a tea-sweet daydream. crumbles gently in your mouth like their subtle tension.

20thcenturygirl!au – 20thcenturygirl!reader x 20thcenturyboy!chris

cardamon plum sorbet. old-school, bright, and fizzy with a touch of melancholy. something you eat barefoot in the summer, half-melted and laughing, not realizing you're falling in love until it’s over.

theoffice!au – officecrush!reader x officeworker!matt

cinnamon roll with melty icing. warm, slow, comforting. something you always look forward to without even thinking about it. soft in the middle. probably eaten at your desk while trying to hide your feelings.

spitfire!au – archer!reader x kidflash!matt

sour cherry coke gummies bold, fiery, impulsive. sweet but with a kick. you feel it on your tongue for hours after. very much “i like you but i’d rather die than say it.”

almostlove!au – sexhotline!reader x goldenboy!chris

caramel slice. rich, indulgent, bittersweet. the kind of treat you take in slowly. melts on your tongue and makes your chest ache a little. tastes like something you shouldn’t want but do.

hallwaycrush!au – hallwaycrush!chris

chupa chup lollipop. that classic, youthful crush sweetness. a little clumsy, a lot adorable. it lasts forever, and you keep it in your pocket even when the wrapper gets a little crinkled.

emergency!au – barista!reader x nurse!nick

tiramisu. layered, gentle, comforting. has caffeine, warmth, a little mess. you weren’t expecting to fall for it, but now you think about it constantly.

emergency!au – doctor!reader x firefighter!matt

baklava. sweet, sticky, and strong. patience baked into it, and that rich, complex sweetness that only comes from letting things simmer. the kind of treat that takes time to make and even longer to forget.

emergency!au - detective!reader x detective!chris

chocolate chip cookies. golden, familiar, a little crisp around the edges but soft in the center. smells like late nights, paperwork stacked between you, coffee gone cold. crumbs in the passenger seat of the squad car. you bicker over directions but fall into sync without thinking. it's classic, chaotic, comfort.

compromise!au – rose!reader x matt sturniolo

raspberry rose macarons. beautiful, delicate, structured. kind of complicated but worth it. the kind of sweet that crumbles perfectly when it’s ready, not a second before.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦-𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ… ɪʀɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

𝘵𝘰: <𝘺/𝘯99@𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮> 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮: <𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴@𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮>

𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘦!

Hello, my dearest accomplice,

New York is nothing like home. It’s loud, fast, and so much bigger than I ever imagined. From my window, I can see yellow taxis flying down the streets and billboards so bright they make my whole room glow at night. I wish I were out exploring it with you instead of stuck in a hospital bed.

Can you believe today was supposed to be our first day of high school together? We talked about this moment for years, and now you’re walking in alone. I hate that I’m missing it. Please tell me everything when you reply—what classes did you get? Who do you sit next to? Did you get lost? (Don’t lie, I know you did.)

And, most importantly… have you seen Matt? I think he lives up the hill from you, so if you wake up early enough (which, let’s be honest, you probably won’t), maybe you’ll spot him on the bus. No pressure, but it would mean the world to me.

There’s so much I need to know. How tall is he? What does he get from the cafeteria? What position does he play in hockey? Is he popular? What about his friends? Do you know if he has a girlfriend? Or if he’s interested in someone? Someone like me?

Write back soon. I miss you already.

Lots of love from your tragically romantic, completely smitten best friend, Iris

P.S. If you don’t find out if he has a girlfriend, I might actually perish. No pressure though.

𝘵𝘰: <𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴@𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮> 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮: <𝘺/𝘯99@𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮>

𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Dear Iris,

New York sounds incredible. One day, we’ll go there together—after high school, maybe. We could even go to university there, in the city. What do you think?

High school is already overwhelming. I actually woke up early for the first time in forever just to catch the bus, like you asked. I even skipped breakfast. So you cannot say I don’t love you.

The bus was packed, but I pushed through the crowd and managed to spot him. He was wearing his jersey—just like when you first saw him—so he wasn’t hard to miss. He was sitting with his brother. Chris, I think?

Classes weren’t too bad. I found some nice girls to sit with. A little odd, but good company.

Now, onto what you really want to know. I saw Matt at lunch, and I may have answers to some of your very pressing, life-or-death questions. He’s not super tall—maybe 5’9”? Still taller than you, I guess, which I suppose is a plus. And he had a root beer with his lunch, in case that detail is somehow relevant to your grand love story.

The hockey season hasn’t started yet, but I’ll try to catch a game when it does. He doesn’t seem that popular, but people like him well enough. And his brothers (there’s another one, Nick, who seems to be the most outgoing).

I don’t think he’s seeing anyone. May (one of the girls I sat with) told me he was with someone last year, but they broke up a while ago. So, congratulations. You’re in the clear to spiral over this boy all you want.

I’ll keep you updated, though I still think this is a bit dramatic. Maybe I’ll even find a way to talk to him, get to know him a little. That way, when you inevitably confess your undying love, it won’t be completely out of nowhere.

Let me know if I should start drafting wedding invitations.

As always, Your dedicated (and deeply skeptical) friend

@bernardsbendystraws creds for dividers <3 a/n: once more i apologise but this is vv much necessary to set up the plot :> i hope u enjoy still i promise chris will be introduced very very soon. taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid comment to be added/removed!! till next time!!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ…ɪʀɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴋɪᴍ ʏᴇᴏɴ-ᴅᴜ, 20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

“Iris! Where are you?” her voice echoes through the hallway as the door to Iris’s room swings open. The bright, wintery sunlight filters in through the open shutters, casting soft light on the colorful chaos of the room. Posters cover the walls, clothes are scattered across the floor, and the air smells like a mix of old books and something sweet—just like Iris. The room’s messy, but in a way that somehow feels inviting, almost like a second home.

“Iris!” she calls again, louder this time, and spots Iris’ foot hanging off the edge of the bed. A sigh escapes her lips, not surprised in the least.

“What are you doing on the floor?” she asks, though there’s no real bite to her tone. Iris is always like this—lost in her own world. The other girl climbs onto the bed, gazing down at her best friend, who is sprawled out listening to music on her walkman, eyes closed in some private reverie.

“And why did you page me to say you’re not going to New York anymore?” she asks, her voice a mixture of confusion and exasperation.

“Huh?” Iris looks up at her with a blank expression, as if she hasn’t even registered the question.

“Are you crazy? What about your surgery?” the other girl asks, raising an eyebrow. She’s already preparing for some ridiculous answer.

“Crazy,” Iris murmurs, as if the word is something to consider. Then a small, dreamy smile crosses her face. “Crazy in love…”

“Snap out of it!” her voice snaps, a hand coming to wave in front of Iris’ face. She blinks up, slightly disoriented. “What do you mean, in love? Did… Alex do something?”

Her eyes light up, her mind clearly drifting somewhere else. “No, it’s not Alex,” Iris says, her voice soft, like she’s savoring the idea. “It’s someone new. His name is Matthew. Matt Sturniolo. He goes to our school. He’s on the hockey team.”

“Oh, great,” the other girl mutters under her breath, unimpressed. “What happened to Alex? Or the guy you met at that art café? Or the guy you always see on the train?”

Iris rolls her eyes dramatically, her lips forming a playful pout. “I could keep going, you know. You know how this goes,” Y/n says in an exaggerated tone. “Didn’t you say that the love interest from the last book you read was your soulmate?”

“This time it’s real,” Iris says, her voice dripping with sincerity, even though her best friend is still unconvinced. “My heart got stolen. Stolen. And I’m terrified I’ll never see him again. Just now, I put on some music to take my mind off things, and every single song reminded me of him.”

The other girl doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at her with a look of disbelief. This was Iris, after all—always falling in and out of love with every person who came into her orbit. But still, there’s something about the way Iris says it this time. Something almost... genuine. It makes her pause for a moment.

“Again?” she asks, her voice skeptical. “You’re seriously telling me this is the one?”

Iris’ eyes soften, her smile growing even more dreamy. “Yes! He’s different. I promise. It’s real this time.”

Still, the other girl shakes her head, biting back a sigh. “Okay, okay. But you’re still going to New York for your surgery, right? You can’t let this…guy keep you from that.”

Iris hesitates, her expression faltering for just a second. But it’s clear from her eyes that the idea of leaving now feels impossible. “I don’t know...I really want to stay and start the school year with you” she mumbles, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Come on, Iris,” the other girl says, the frustration easing into something softer. “Promise me you’ll go. I’ll keep you updated on him. I’ll send you all the little details, I swear.”

Iris looks up, her eyes full of hope. “Promise?”

“Promise,” the other girl agrees, already reaching out her pinkie. There’s no real use fighting it—this is Iris after all. And no matter how often she gets caught up in these whirlwind crushes, she’s still her best friend.

Iris grins, extending her pinkie, and they lock hands.

“I’ll keep you updated on everything through email. And you’ll go, right?” she adds, her tone softening again.

“I promise,” Iris says, her voice sincere as she extends her pinkie in return.

“Good,” the other girl says, her voice quiet. They lock their pinkies, sealing the deal with a shared smile, the promise floating between them as they both lean back on the bed.

"Iris?" she asks, tentatively.

"Mhm?" her friend tilts her head towards her.

"This isn't just another hallway crush..right?"

Iris shakes her head, squeezing her best friend's hand tightly.

thank u rose for the dividers! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: iris is so annoying (i am iris). ik this isn't very exciting but obviously necessary to set up the story!! u may or may not be getting some emails from 20thcenturygirl!reader later tonight. check ur inbox sdjkskjd!!!

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid comment to be added/removed!

till next time!!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ…20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ

Unfortunately for Iris, Y/n had no classes with Matt. Fortunately for Iris, Y/n had perfect visibility of him in P.E. class while she was upstairs in History every Thursday during the period before lunch.

Glancing down, she watches a particularly average game of soccer being played, and yet, she shoots out of her chair when she sees Matt being tripped up by another guy. Chris immediately rushes over, and he helps Matt up, the latter hobbling from the impact to his knee. Knowing what she must do, but also acting on pure instinct and camaraderie, she clutches her stomach. Her male teacher pales in the face as soon as she mentions her “cramps” and quickly ushers her out of the classroom.

Once in the nurse’s office, her eyes immediately flick to Matt sitting on one of the beds, propping his knee up. He looks uncomfortable, but not seriously injured. She’d just hang around, act casual, and hope he didn’t notice her too much. It wouldn’t be hard. Right? If anyone had the chance to overhear anything about him and his interests, it was going to be her. For Iris’s sake, of course.

The nurse isn’t there, so she leans against the wall by the door, pretending to be in pain, but really just observing the scene unfolding before her.

“Hey,” Matt murmurs, his fingers absently drumming on the side of the bed. “I, I was thinking maybe I’ll try the newspaper thing. Could be interesting, right?”

Her heartbeat increases. She hadn’t expected Matt to bring up joining a club at all, much less suggest it himself.

Chris glances up at him, clearly surprised. “No way. You? A club? Thought you’d be the last guy to go for that.”

Matt shrugs, looking somewhat conflicted but also intrigued. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about writing lately. Maybe it’d be good for me. I could write about sports stuff, or whatever. It’s just...I don’t know...I mean, I’ve never really been the ‘join a club’ type, but it could be interesting, right?”

Chris chuckles. “Dude, you won’t know until you try. Besides, if you do it, I might just have to tag along. You know, for photo stuff.”

Matt looks over at Chris, raising an eyebrow. “Photo stuff?”

“Yeah, man. I was thinking about giving it a shot. I don’t know anything about photography, but it could be fun, right?”

Matt grins, the nervousness seeming to lift from his shoulders. “You? A photographer? That would be a sight to see.”

Chris shrugs nonchalantly. “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. Besides, cameras seem pretty cool.”

Matt stays silent for a moment, mulling it over, and then lets out a sigh. “I guess... I guess I’ll show up for the first meeting tomorrow. It can’t hurt, right? I’ll just go and see what it’s like.”

Y/n watches from her spot near the door, the cogs in her brain turning. Matt was actually considering it. He’d decided to try something new out. This was good. She'd made it this far, and if he actually went through with it, she might have the opportunity to learn more about him. For Iris’s sake, once again.

She quietly slips out of the nurse’s office. He was going to show up tomorrow. She had to be ready, so she prepared a quick mental backstory for why she was joining, in case anyone asked. The fact that her real answer was because of a guy filled her with disgust, but she quickly recovered by reminding herself this was for Iris.

The next day, when she arrives at the trial session for the school newspaper, she sees Matt. He’s hesitant, shifting from foot to foot, looking out of place but still there. Chris, ever aloof, stands beside him, seemingly lost in thought. Y/n keeps her distance, observing Matt from across the room. 

The room is filled with a small handful of unfamiliar faces, some eager and others clearly unsure about why they’d even shown up. A senior, a girl with an unflappable sense of enthusiasm, stands in front, claps her hands together to grab everyone's attention.

"Alright! Hey, everyone! So glad to see you all here for the first meeting of the year. Let’s go around in a circle and introduce ourselves and share what you’re interested in doing for the paper. Don’t be shy!"

She grimaces inwardly. She really wasn’t here to talk, but she doesn’t have much of a choice. As the introductions begin, she’s relieved that everyone else seems equally unsure about what they’re doing. When it’s her turn, she stands up straight and fakes an eager smile, not wanting to reveal how she’d rather be...well, not here.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” she says, her voice steady. “I’m mostly just here to figure out what this is all about. I’d like to maybe do interviews, or whatever. I’ll see how it goes.”

She sits back down, trying to make herself as small as possible. The next few people share their interests, some more enthusiastic than others. Then it’s Chris’s turn. He stands up, hands shoved in his pockets, leaning casually against the desk.

“Chris. I’m here to try my hand at photography. I don’t know much about it yet, but I thought I’d give it a shot.”

A few people nod, but Y/n notices that Matt is still looking down, fidgeting with his hands. When it’s his turn, he hesitates before standing up. His voice is soft, almost unsure.

“I’m Matt,” he starts, glancing briefly at Chris. “I... I think I want to join to write about sports and culture, maybe. But... I doubt I’d be any good at it. I’ll just... see what the first meeting’s like.”

There’s a moment of silence as he sits down, and then Matt shifts uncomfortably, clearly looking for a way out. His gaze darts around the room, and the tension is palpable. She watches him closely, her mind racing with how she might use this opportunity for Iris.

After a couple of minutes of the senior girl rambling on, Matt whispers to Chris, who nods but doesn’t look at him. He stands and gives a half-hearted glance at Chris before quietly heading for the door, determined not to make a big deal of his exit. Chris turns inconspicuously to gaze at the door after his brother leaves.

She switches her focus to Chris, scrutinising him. He seems unfazed by Matt’s sudden exit. He leans back in his chair, as if this is all just another normal day.

“Well,” she mutters to herself, “that went well.”

Once the introductions are finished, the teacher goes over the basic logistics of the paper and asks everyone to pair up for future assignments. She hands out slips of paper with names written on them.

Y/n looks down at her slip and finds that she’s paired with Chris. She raises an eyebrow, not believing her luck, after all, what’s closer to Matt than his brother? The room empties out, and she sees Chris heading for the door. She hesitates for a moment, then follows him, determined to at least try to talk to him, to make the most out of them working together. For Iris’s sake.

“Hey, uh, Chris?” she calls out, catching up to him as he walks through the hallway.

He glances over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “What’s up?”

“I guess we’re partners?” she attempts to say enthusiastically, but the words come out more uncertain than she intended. She stops in front of him, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. “Guess we're stuck together? I mean, it’s fine, I just—uh, I wanted to introduce myself again and just make sure we were on the same page.”

Chris shrugs, his expression not changing much. “Yeah, I guess we are.” He looks her over briefly, his gaze drifting somewhere else, distracted by something further down the hallway. 

Y/n nods, doing her best to get the conversation back on track. “I was thinking we could plan out our first assignment. Maybe split up some of the tasks? I can handle the research—”

Chris cuts her off, sounding bored. “I don’t know, okay I’ll just take care of the photos. Or whatever.”

She stares at him for a second, unsure how to push the conversation further. That’s it? Just like that? Guess he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

This wasn’t going how she planned. Maybe she was too eager. Or maybe it was just...

“Well,” she says, “I’ll see you around.”

Chris glances at her, an almost unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah. Sure.”

He turns and walks off, leaving her standing there, feeling like she’d just failed at some sort of social exchange. Whatever. She wasn’t gonna chase after him. She sighs, heading in the opposite direction. Maybe this is all there was to it. Matt couldn’t even bother sticking to it, and now Chris was giving her…nothing.

It felt like a waste of time, chasing this Sturniolo guy around. Then again, it wasn’t about her, not really. It was all for Iris. And yet, somehow she found herself questioning how much effort was too much, and how much of it was for nothing.

creds to @bernardsbendystraws 4 da dividers mwah

a/n: woah matt's arrived. and so has chris. dk how i feel tbh.

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid @slxt4chriss @blushsturns comment to be added/removed from this au's taglist!

till next time!!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

HI HI HI HI HI

what are the favorite animals or animal of each of your characters like in your aus! (doesn't have to be all just interested!!)

-🍸

HAII!!! this is SUCH a cute ask i’m literally giggling ok here we go <3 here's what they each love or just an animal that reminds me of them:

ponyo!au, featuring goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt

goldie: dumbo octopus. delicate, deep-sea daydream. floats through life wide-eyed. odd in the most lovable way.

matt: seal. quiet beach boy. clumsy, loyal, lives where the sky touches the sea. watches more than he speaks.

20thcenturygirl!au, ft 20thcenturygirl!reader x 20thcenturyboy!chris

echo: magpie. sentimental, collects memories like shiny things. loud laugh, soft heart.

chris: sea otters. chill but secretly clingy. he likes that they hold hands when they sleep. :(

theoffice!au, featuring officecrush!reader x officeworker!matt

reader: cats. independent, picky with affection.

matt: red pandas. anxious but adorable. rolls around when stressed.

spitfire!au, featuring archer!reader x kidflash!matt

reader: snow leopard. solitary, stealthy, hits her mark without a sound.

matt: golden monkey. fast, flashy, impossible to ignore. loud on purpose.

almostlove!au, ft sexhotline!reader x goldenboy!chris

daisy: calico cats. soft and beautiful in a way that makes people stare without knowing why. independent but affectionate on her terms. looks like trouble but just wants to be held.

chris: orange cats. the human version of lying in a patch of sun. flirty, dramatic, loves attention but doesn’t know what to do with it. people project onto him and he lets them. loyal, friendly, sunshine-coded.

hallwaycrush!au, ft reader x hallwaycrush!chris

chris: turtles. he likes their quiet, and the way they take their time.

emergency!au, featuring barista!reader x nurse!nick

thomas: meerkat. constantly alert, always observing. knows how to keep things light while noticing the smallest details.

nick: penguins. waddly but loyal. wears too many layers. surprisingly romantic.

emergency!au, featuring doctor!reader x firefighter!matt

reader: owls. wise, calm in chaos, gets called intimidating but is soft inside.

matt: golden labs. brave, goofy, tries to make everyone laugh always.

emergency!au, featuring detective!reader x detective!chris

reader: border collie. high-achieving, organized, rule-follower, always five steps ahead. will herd you emotionally and literally.

chris: raccoon. chaotic good, dumpster-dives for evidence, somehow finds the missing clue in the most unhinged way. messy but brilliant.

compromise!au, ft rose!reader x matt sturniolo

reader: rabbit. quick, a bit skittish, and loves to make a getaway. knows how to find comfort in the right places.

matt: deerhounds. lanky, poetic, watches the world with a quiet kind of hope.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

IM BACK for a short while so here's an ask!

what artists do each of your au couples listen to and if you could give their storyline/lore a genre... what would they be?

hope ur having a great day inez <3

xoxo, 🍀

i FUCKING love this ask!!!!!!!!! tysm for it <3

ponyo!au - goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt

goldie listens to a lot of beabadoobee, clairo, faye webster, the marias and mac demarco,, while matt loves mac miller, alex g, lil yachty, steve lacy and dominic fike !! if i had to describe their storyline's genre, it's definitely got some magical realism in there,but mainly is a sort of whimsical coming-of-age romance <3

they have a playlist here, which u can listen to!!

20thcenturygirl!au - 20thcenturygirl!reader x 20thcenturyboy!chris

echo likes the smashing pumpkins, belle and sebastian, mazzy star, the cranberries, broadcast and harold budd, whereas chris really likes the roots, erykah badu, sade, main source, and 2pac. their lore genre is i guess tragedy (...), youth melodrama/retro romance

they have a playlist here, which u can listen to (i wanto make it more 90s tho)!!

theoffice!au - officecrush!reader x officeworker!matt

dotty really likes taylor swift, clairo, lizzy mcalpine, the 1975, laufey, norah jones and role model, while matt's also a big fan of role model, as well as gregory alan isakov, dominic fike, matt maltese, malcolm todd and krooked kings. genre is definitely workplace/office romance, with lotes of slow burn!!

playlist here!!

spitfire!au - archer!reader x kid flash!matt

ace (my nickname for archer!reader) likes charli xcx, paramore, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, rina sawayama, and tv girl!! matt is a fan of tyler the creator, lucki, daniel caesar, gracie abrams, gorillaz and frank ocean <3 their genre is superhero/action, rivals/frenemies to lovers !

their playlist here :>

almostlove!au - sexhotline!reader x goldenboy!chris

daisy enjoys carly rae jepsen, haim, the marias, chappell roan, sasami, and clairo, while chris/sun loves role model, fleetwood mac, djo, noah kahan, ken carson and cigarettes after sex! genre of this au is extreme slow burn, bittersweet kind of friends with benefits, hidden identities also.

here's their playlist <3

hallwaycrush!au - hallwaycrush!chris

basically just what chris sturniolo himself likes!! so lil skies, landon cube, chief keef, ken carson, kid cudi, playboi carti, travis scott and dom corleo!! genre is ig high school romance, kind of slice of life vibes.

i dont have a playlist for him - but this is chris's playlist on spotify u can listen to !!

emergency!au - barista!reader x nurse!nick

thomas enjoys kehlani, kid cudi, japanese breakfast, troye sivan, and beyoncé, nick likes lady gaga, sza, fka twigs, caroline polacheck and rina sawayama!! kind of slice of life romance with grumpy x sunshine trope <3

emergency!au - doctor!reader x firefighter!matt

mouse (doctor!reader) likes margo guryan, lana del rey, kate bush, clairo, lorde and suki waterhouse, while matt enjoys role model, frank ocean, bakar, noah kahan, leon bridges and tyler childers! they are kinda angsty workplace romance atm, but lots of comfort /fluff to come!!

emergency!au - detective!reader x detective!chris

buttons (detective!reader) doesn't really listen to music, she's definitely a podcast person😭 but her drunk at karaoke. another story. detective!chris loves music, especially to taylor swift, bruno mars, just anything catchy, 90s-2010s pop music is his jam sdbhdfsj. they are rivals to friends to lovers, office romance you get the vibe.

compromise!au - rose!reader x matt sturniolo

rose loves taylor swift, role model, olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams, and sabrina carpenter, just any pop diva really. and matt is basically just his music taste irl! so dominic fike, mac miller, role model, lil skies, malcolm todd,etc. genre is friends to lovers to ... um.

i started a playlist here but it's very short shbfdhsjbf.

neverland!au - wendy!reader x peterpan!matt

darling (wendy!reader) enjoys taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, renée rapp, lorde, and maya hawke. matt likes brockhampton, aminé, early kendrick lamar, mgmt and tame impala. genre is slow burn romance and tragedy?? idek

started a playlist but again vv short!!

returntosender!au - longlostlove!reader x postman!chris

starling (longlostlove!reader) enjoys sarah kinsley, florence + the machine, joni mitchell, alice phoebe lou, kacey musgraves and leith ross! chris likes noah kahan, gregory alan isakov, bon iver, the nationals, role model and japanese breakfast <3 the genre of this au is second chance romance i would say!!

hope ur day was nice too!! (im sorry if this was a bit repetitive i did my best)

[oopsiedaisydeer]

20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ᴀᴜ ⊹ ࣪ ˖[ ◉¯]₊ ⊹

…𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 20𝘵𝘩𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 20𝘵𝘩𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴

you can just say you like me (moodboard) mixtape (spotify playlist) my heart got stolen (#01) the first e-mails (#02) do you think there's a way to get closer to him? (#03) hello, may i speak with matthew sturniolo? (#04) a valentine with no return address (#05) for the record (#06) almost, maybe (#07)

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for dividers !!

[oopsiedaisydeer]

can you do your au pairs as flowers?

sooo cute,, here u go 🌸

ponyo!au - goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt - sea daffodil

20thcenturygirl!au - 20thcenturygirl!reader x 20thcenturyboy!chris - pink camellia

theoffice!au - officecrush!reader x officeworker!matt - bluebell

spitfire!au - archer!reader x kidflash!matt - tiger lily

almostlove!au - sexhotline!reader x goldenboy!chris - daisy

hallwaycrush!au - hallwaycrush!chris - baby's breath

emergency!au - barista!reader x nurse!nick - chrysanthemum

emergency!au - doctor!reader x firefighter!matt - blushing bride

emergency!au - detective!reader x detective!chris - sunflower

compromise!au - rose!reader x matt sturniolo - garden rose

[oopsiedaisydeer]

WHAT'S 20TH CENTURY GIRL AND CHRIS DOING? I LOVE THEM DEARLY 💞💞

they’ve been hanging out at the comic store for like two hours. she was supposed to grab a volume for Matt from Iris but got distracted arguing with Chris about whether or not The Iron Giant counts as a romance movie. she keeps saying “it’s a bromance,” and he keeps saying “love is love.”

[oopsiedaisydeer]

also i have finally picked names for my readers in both aus!! they're kinda cute kinda unique soooo watch out idek :>