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vanteguccir · 3 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCRAZY WOMAN ON TOUR * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where during day 2 of the Sturniolo Triplets Surprise Party Tour, an insane woman tries to get the boys' attention in a very rude way, interrupting Chris and annoying Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　second-hand embarrassment (lol), purposefully change of the woman's name.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: For the ones who don't know what this is about, watch this.

A/N³: I don't know why, but watching the scene of the woman on yesterday's show reminded me of this, and I felt inspired to write this 😭.

Y/N's eyes gleamed with pride and admiration as she watched her boyfriend and his brothers, the golden stage lights casting a beautiful glow over the two vibrant orange couches where the triplets sat.

Matt and Nick lounged comfortably on the left one, their elbows draped lazily over the armrests, while Chris occupied the right couch alone, his right leg crossed over his left.

"Because we're triplets, and we're so close, like, doing all this-" Chris began, his fingers grazing the tattoo on his ankle. But before he could continue, an abrupt, high-pitched voice from the balcony cut the moment like a knife.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris blinked, his lips parting slightly as he turned his head toward the disruption.

"... Um, hi, Lany." With an exasperated look, he simply muttered before refocusing on his brothers, determined to continue speaking.

But before another syllable could leave his mouth, the same voice shrieked once more.

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Nick, who had been shifting slightly in his seat, turned sharply toward the source of the noise, lifting his microphone to his mouth with such a strength that Matt swore it would hit his front teeth.

"Can you stop talking?"

For a few seconds, an uneasy silence stretched across the theater before Chris resumed his talking.

"But basically, what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, was that our tour is so unique and so genuine-"

"MY NAME IS LANY!"

Chris’s jaw visibly clenched, his eyes momentarily shutting in frustration as the same disruptive voice rang out once more.

And that was it.

That was the moment Y/N’s patience finally snapped.

She had been trying - truly trying - to maintain her composure, to let security handle it, to ignore the way this woman was actively trying to end the boys' moment. But the audacity of continuously cutting Chris off, interrupting his focus, and disturbing the flow of their conversation made her skin crawl.

Y/N despised seeing him struggle to stay composed, knowing how much this tour and his surprise for this night meant to him - being right by his side when he got his tattoos. Her fingers curled into her palms, sharp nails hurting her soft skin, and with a steady exhale, she pushed herself up from her seat.

Her movements were smooth but purposeful, pure authority in the way she started walking toward the stairs leading to the balcony. She wasn’t moving impulsively - no, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Chris, noticing her stand, flicked his gaze toward her briefly, his lips pressing together.

But he didn’t stop her. He knew better.

As she walked, fans sitting by the edge of the rows around the small runway turned their heads, their eyes widening in excitement. Some exchanged whispers, giddy over seeing her so close, while others simply watched in admiration.

They adored her just as much as the boys.

As Y/N finally reached the first row of the balcony, her voice softened, a big contrast to the tension in those around the crazy lady.

"Excuse me." She murmured, offering polite smiles to the fans as she carefully navigated her way past them. "So sorry, just need to get through. Thank you."

Finally, she reached her target.

Lany, seemingly preparing to scream once again, inhaled deeply, but before she could release another obnoxious shriek, Y/N stepped between her and the railing, positioning herself directly in her line of sight.

Her presence alone was commanding, her expression unreadable yet firm. Lowering her voice, she leaned in slightly.

"You need to stop." She said, voice calm but firm. "If you keep this up, you're going to have to leave."

The woman scoffed, folding her arms as she tilted her head.

"Oh, and who exactly are you?"

Y/N's lips curved just slightly, but there was no humor in her eyes.

"I’m the person telling you to stop." She replied, her voice unwavering.

Lany opened her mouth again, tilting her body so her eyes could meet the stage, her breath hitching as she prepared to yell. Y/N, already anticipating it, exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes before making her next move.

In one swift motion, she draped her arm around the woman’s shoulders - not aggressively - but with enough pressure to assume control.

Immediately, several fans close by stood up, concern flashing across their faces, fearing that the woman would hurt Y/N. But Y/N was quick to turn her head slightly and flash them a soft, reassuring smile.

"I’m okay." She murmured, her voice smooth as silk.

Despite the subtle struggle, Lany quickly realized she was outmatched. With little choice, the woman allowed herself to be led toward the stairs.

At the top of it, Paul, the boys' head security guard, and Y/N's favored, was already waiting. His expression flickered with concern as Y/N approached, his gaze scanning her for any sign of distress.

"Please escort her out. She’s done here." Y/N instructed, her tone neutral but firm.

Paul gave a curt nod, his grip solid as he took the woman from Y/N's hold, ignoring the way she tried to escape his hands.

"Understood."

Y/N took a deep breath, her shoulders rolling back as she released the last bit of tension from her muscles. Her gaze instinctively dropped down to the stage, where Matt was talking now. Her eyes were quick to meet Chris's figure, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed everything that had just happened.

Then, as if sensing her eyes on him, Chris glanced up. And when their gazes locked, she sent him a small, knowing smile - one only meant for him.

Chris exhaled, his posture finally easing, his fingers once again tracing the ink on his ankle as he prepared to finally watch the video carrying his surprise.

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hysteria-things · 1 year ago

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HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

♛ ONE ° •

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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nickssidewitch · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/nickssidewitch/781731137745764352/i-feel-like-were-lowkey-runnin-out-of-freaky?source=share

Headcannons of Chris or matt letting their gf sit on their face😋

🥵🍑 Sturniolo Triplets Face-Sitting Headcanons 🔞😩 (Based on Tarot Readings)

☄️ Chris 🌟

He will grab your thighs tightly, his fingers creating indentations on your skin as he holds you down onto his face.

You’d be locked into his grasp, groaning and moaning with every lick and tug and suck on your labia and clitoris, holding onto the headboard of the bed with all your strength as he uses all of his to make sure you’re screaming.

His hands will massage and caress you, starting from your hips, to your thighs, trailing to your ass, kneading it and smacking it to hear the lovely squeals and moans you’ll emit.

He loves to hear the loud noises and feel the tremors that roll down your spine to between your legs where his mouth is going to town.

He’ll definitely take moments to watch your reactions if he can see from where he is, and that’ll be more of his motivation.

He’ll go fast and never even stop to take a breath. That is, until you start tugging on his hair, and he remembers he has to breathe.

If you’re bigger in size and feel concerned about being too big somehow, he definitely doesn’t care. He’ll tell you to suffocate him. He likes the thrill of it all. And it makes you even more delicious.

He’ll try his best to play with your breasts/chest whenever he can. A simple tug and twist of the nipples or a jiggle of the boobs will cause you to moan and whine even more, and that’s exactly what he wants (plus just the added fun of feeling breasts and/or nipples 😭)

When you’re close, he’ll start to feel you tremble even more, and that’s when he’ll hold you down even more! He wants to capture all of it, even get his whole face wet by the end. And if he has a goatee? You’re gonna stain him 😭

Things I can hear him saying:

“More, huh? You want more? I’ll give you more?”

“Too big? Nuh-uh. Sit down right here.”

“Use me like I’m your damn chair, baby.”

“Stay right there”

“Gimme all of it, c’mon”

“Mhm…mhm…yeah…”

“Give it to me.”

“Move them hips for me”

“Fuuuuuck, look at all of that”

“You want me to fuck those titties after? Yeah?”

*muffled speech*

*Blowing raspberries* (he’s so annoying 😭🤍)

💫 Matt 🌐

He has a thing for being smothered by you. 😭 He wants to feel your skin and fat just smoosh onto him. It’s cushiony.

He’ll reach down and jerk himself off while doing it, or he’ll have you facing the other way to do it.

69 seems like a possibility in this case. He wants to feel your mouth on him as well. He wants to see how much pleasure you and him both can handle.

He loves to make you feel good. He’ll take his time figuring you out. Do you like getting your clit sucked more than being licked? Do you like feeling his nose against you? Do you like to be blown on? Those are the things he wants to figure out.

And once he finds those sweet spots, you’re done for 😭 He’s going in, not stopping. He wants you to squirm and cry out for him. He wants to feel your skin get close around his tongue. He wants to drink you up like you’re the only source of water in the desert. And he won’t stop until every single drop is gone.

Things I hear him saying:

“Babyyyy, c’moooon…”

“Look at you on top of me. Isn’t that nice?”

“Doesn’t this feel good? Yeah?”

“This pussy’s so good, you know that?”

“My delicious pussy…”

“C’mon, give me more…”

“More? Please? For me.”

“You need my fingers? I’ll give you my fingers, too.”

“No, no you can take it. Stay right on top of me. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

No, you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

Afterwards: “No I’m not sitting on your face now, honey.”

🪁 Nick 🪻

Quick tongue, quick hands, quick mouth. Not just when he’s on a tangent 😉

He’ll grip your thighs and hold you down, pulling you closer the farther you try to pull away.

He’ll smack your ass with one hand and hold onto the curve of your hip the next. You ain’t going nowhere.

He’ll be working his tongue around the rim teasingly before sticking his tongue inside. He wants to get you eased and teased into it before beginning. He’ll even use his thumb to massage the rim.

He’ll spread you open even more, parting your ass or using his fingers to open your hole up more.

He’ll jerk you off at the same time if he’s able to reach your cock, starting off with slow strokes before speeding up in tight, circular motions up to the frenulum.

He’ll bring you down a bit to suck you off, and if he’s in a more submissive mood, he’ll let you fuck his face.

When you’re finally close, he’s speeding up until the big bang, letting you release all over him, or right down his throat.

Things I hear him saying:

He’ll look up and wave at you before saying “Hiii”

“Look at you… so pretty.”

He’s not that much of a talker or I just don’t hear much other than saliva and sucking and gagging.

“You’re getting close, huh? C’mon, let go.”

#nickssidewitch #nickssidewitch asks #nickssidewitch tarot #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #freaky kiki 🥵

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writingwithciara · 3 months ago

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pictionary -matt sturniolo-

summary: matt's best friend spends a lot of time with the triplets and often appears in their videos, most frequently their twitch streams, while sitting in matt’s room.

word count: 2.5k

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

notes: this outline has been sitting in my drafts for a while. finally wrote the whole thing in one sitting. it' not my best work but i like it anyway. hope you guys do

matt and y/n were best friend. they had been for the last 3 years and even though they had always claimed to be 'just friends' it was getting harder for anyone outside their little bubble to believe them.

with the amount of times y/n had taken part in their streams, the fans began speculating. it got worse when the boys were streaming from their own rooms and y/n would stay with matt in his.

y/n read all the comments while matt skimmed over them, usually skipping over anything that mentioned their relationship. they were tired of the rumors beginning to go around the internet.

one night while the boys were planning their next stream, y/n pulled chris aside.

"is it alright if i stay in your room for tomorrow's stream?"

"of course. but what's wrong? are you and matt fighting?"

"no. i just feel like maybe he needs a break from all the rumors. it's been stressing him out."

"are you sure it won't break his heart being away from you for an hour?"

"chris, i'm serious. he needs a break." y/n sighed.

"okay. but i'm also being serious. lately, i've noticed that you're like a battery charger."

"come again?"

"when matt is feeling even a little drained, all he has to do is look at you and your smile alone gives him a little more energy. you're an everlasting energy source for him outside of the fall season."

"okay. you're officially an idiot."

"call me what you want, but i know my brother." chris chuckled and went to walk away. but something ran through his mind. "i think i have a way to prove he thinks of you as more than a friend."

"i know i'm going to regret this, but what do you have in mind?"

"let's go check out your wardrobe."

"why?"

"trust me." chris picked up his keys from the counter. "y/n and i will be back in a little bit."

"um, okay." matt raised an eyebrow and looked at y/n for an answer. she just shrugged and followed chris to the car.

when they got to her apartment, chris went straight for her closet. y/n rolled her eyes and followed him.

"what's your idea, chris?"

"you don't believe me that matt may have feelings for you so i think that you being in my room will only get a small reaction from him. we have to step it up big time." chris looked through her clothes before holding up a shirt she barely wore. "he loves when you wear this."

"i barely wear it, chris. how do you know?"

"you're clearly blind if you've never noticed the way matt has looked at you each of the four times you've worn this."

"chris, why are you doing this? i thought you liked me."

"i do. but you and matt are clearly hot for each other and i'm going to stand in the way of your happiness." chris went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of her faded jean shorts. "that top with these shorts will drive him crazy."

"okay, first of all, i am not 'hot' for matt. we're just friends. second, how do you know what will drive him crazy?"

"because he's my brother and we have similar minds. this would drive me crazy but since we're talking about matt, let's focus on him for now. i'll work out my own issues eventually."

"chris, i appreciate you trying to make me happy. but this isn't going to work." she sat on her bed and stared at her friend. "matt and i are just friend. how many times do i have to explain that to you before you understand it's not gonig to change?"

"as many times as it takes for you to look me in the eye and tell me that without sounding so upset about it."

y/n stood up and walked up to him, making sure their eyes were locked. "matt and i are just friends, okay?"

"that was a little more convincing but i could still hear the pain in your voice, no matter how much you tried to bury it."

"i really hate you."

"you're a terrible liar." chris smiled and went back over to the closet. "wear this little cardigan over the shirt and you should be set."

"and what id your outfit choice doesn't work?"

"well, i was also thinking that since you'll be in my room for the stream, that maybe if we flirted just a bit, he would notice and get jealous."

"and why are we trying to make him jealous instead of just talking to him?"

"because matt is stubborn when it comes to his feelings. he will never come right out and admit anything without a little bit of a push."

"are we bad people?"

"no. because after tomorrow night, you and matt will finally be a couple. and he won't be so grumpy all the time."

"you truly are an idiot." y/n shook her head but grabbed the clothes and packed them in a bag. "we should head back before they send a search party for us."

"oh, maybe matt will think something is happening between us because we've been gone for so long and he'll get jealous tonight instead."

"yeah. like that's going to happen."

when they returned to the house, matt wasn't at the kitchen table or in his room. nick looked up when they came up the stairs.

"hey. where'd you guys go?"

"we had to go to y/n's to pick up some stuff for the stream tomorrow." chris pointed at the bag y/n was carrying.

"okay. but why didn't you just ask matt to take you?"

"it's a surprise. for matt." y/n smiled and set the bag on the stairs. "where is he?"

"he went out to look for you guys. thought it was weird you left but didn't tell us where you were going. he was worried, but he will never tell you he was."

"told you." chris leaned in and whispered into her ear. "he doesn't like when i'm left alone with you."

"or he was worried because you're a new driver and he didn't want anything bad to happen to me."

"still proves my point, y/n." chris chuckled and headed down to his room. y/n joined nick on the couch and looked at the tv.

"is there something going on with you and chris?"

"what? no. of course not. he was just helping me with something." y/n closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the couch. she relaxed for a minute before she heard the front door shut. she heard matt's voice before she saw him.

"i couldn't find them, nick. i think they really wanted alone time." he sounded kind of...defeated.

"matt, they're here."

"what?" it sounded like he tripped trying to rush up the stairs. when he made it to the living room, his gaze immediately went to y/n. "hey. where did you guys go?"

"we went to my apartment to pick some stuff up."

"why didn't you just ask me to drive?"

"i had to pick up a surprise for you." y/n got up and walked over to him. "you didn't need to be worried about me, matthew."

"i know. but you're my best friend. and chris is still a new driver. i didn't like the idea of something bad happening." matt looked at y/n. "promise me no more surprises."

"i promise." she was touched at how much he cared. "wait, i have to tell you one more thing. then no more surprises."

"what's up?"

"i'm going to be in chris' room tomorrow during the stream."

"oh. um, okay. is that all?"

"yeah. guess i'll see you in the morning." y/n turned around and headed up to nick's room for the night.

matt turned to nick, who seemed just as shocked at the change as he was. something was going on and matt was going to find out what.

as the boys were setting up for the stream, y/n was getting ready in chris' bathroom. the second she stepped out, chris turned his head.

"okay. he's definitely going to love this." chris took his chain off his neck. "i was thinking that if you wore this, matt would think there really was something going on between us and he would definitely get jealous."

"if this doesn't work," y/n took the chain from chris and placed it around her neck. "i'm going to hate you. i hate talking about my feelings."

"which is why you and matt are perfect for each other."

"whatever you say." y/n rolled her eyes and took her seat. she glanced at the tiny screens containing matt and nick, taking note of how matt stopped mid-sentence when she appeared on screen. "you guys ready?"

"y-yeah." matt managed to get out before hitting the 'record' button.

the game of pictionary they had decided on went smoothly for the first few rounds. but as y/n read some of the comments from fans, she saw how most of the comments were about how distracted matt was. she glanced up at the picture of his face before leaning closer to chris to whisper in his ear.

"i think this is working. should we step it up a bit?"

chris turned to look at her before muting himself. "time to flirt a little?"

"yes." y/n added a nod before chris turned his mic back on.

"sorry about that, guys. y/n was just telling me how good she thought i was doing at this game. she loves complimenting me."

"i only speak the truth." she rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled as the fans comments went off, forgetting about y/n and matt for a moment.

they flirted back and forth for 5 more rounds before matt announced their time was up. they tallied up the score and it was determined that nick was the overall winner.

after the stream ended and all the cameras had been turned off, y/n turned to chris.

"that seemed like it worked, maybe."

"he was pissed." chris smirked. "i'd say it worked well."

"i don't think we can say it was successful until he tells me he was jealous." y/n looked at her phone. matt's name was flashing across the screen, indicating there was text waiting for her to read. "speak of the devil.

"what did he say?"

"he just wants to know if there's something going on with you and me."

"yeah he's definitely jealous."

y/n took his chain off and handed it back to him. "thanks for helping, chris. i think i need to go talk him off a ledge though. wish me luck."

"good luck." chris chuckled as y/n made her way up the stairs. she was set on going to matt's room to talk to him but when she made it to the top of the stairs, matt was standing at the fridge. when he heard her approach the kitchen, he turned to face her. y/n spoke first.

"that was a fun stream. i'm glad you guys keep inviting me to take part in them."

"the fans requested it. and we love to please our fans." matt sipped on the water he pulled from the fridge. "so, you and chris are together now, right?"

"what? no." y/n raised an eyebrow. "chris and i are just friends, matt."

"that's what we tell people about us." he tipped the bottle up and downed most of the water. "but it still isn't believable. plus he really likes you."

"and i love him too. but he understands it's only ever going to stay platonic between us."

"that's a shame. you guys would be good together."

"why are you acting like this?"

"like what?"

"like you're okay with me and chris being a thing. it's obvious it bothers you. so why won't you just admit it."

"fine." he set the water bottle down on the table. "you want me to tell how mad i am that you ditched me tonight for him? you want me to tell you how pissed i am that you guys flirted right in front of me the whole night and didn't seem to care that it bothered me?" he stopped to take a breath. "you want me to admit that i love when you wear this outfit but that i hated you wearing chris' chain? and that it should've been mine? fine. i'll admit to all those things because it's what you want. and it's the truth. i wish you had been in my room tonight but i can't change that. i missed you, even though you were only downstairs. it didn't seem fair, and it still doesn't, that you chose to stay with chris tonight when you're always in my room. it really bothered me when you flirted with my brother. especially because he knows how i feel about you." matt leaned against the counter. "i hate talking about my feelings. why are you making me do this?"

"because i needed to hear you say you were jealous. it was chris' idea for me to wear this because he knew it would get to you. and i didn't want to wear his chain. but he figured it might help if you saw that. maybe he thought that it would show you what you'd be missing if you didn't admit to yourself what everyone was already noticing. you like me, matt. why can't you come right out and say it?"

"i hate talking about my feelings." he repeated.

"guess what? so do i. but this is a conversation that needs to happen."

"okay, yes. i like you. happy?"

"ecstatic." y/n rolled her eyes. "could you say it with a little more enthusiasm?"

"no." he deadpanned.

"i like you too, matt. you never had to worry about chris. and this whole thing could've been avoided if you had just told me. we wouldn't have had to have this stupid conversation about feelings." y/n sighed. "but now that they're out in the open, there's nothing holding us back, right?" she moved in front of him. "we like each other. isn't that wonderful?"

"yeah. i guess. i hate how it came out because i had a plan to tell you and none of it involved anger or jealousy." matt reached out for her hand which she let him hold. "i don't like being angry towards you. i hate it."

"i know, matt. but it's okay. i'm here now to change your mood."

"can you stay with me tonight?" matt looked down at her. "i just want to go to sleep with you in my arms, knowing that it means something more this time."

"matt, it has always meant something." y/n pushed up on her toes and placed a kiss to his lips. he didn't hesitate to return the favor as they made their way to his bedroom. matt got on the bed and as soon as y/n joined him, he pulled her close.

"i don't want to let you go."

"you don't have to, matt." y/n closed her eyes and curled into his body. "i'm here for as long as you want me."

"does forever sound good?"

"it sounds perfect."

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

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matts-girlfriend · 6 days ago

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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 1

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

The living room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the click-clack of a keyboard as Y/N sat cross-legged on the worn-in leather couch, editing the triplets’ latest vlog. Her fingers moved with muscle memory, dragging clips into place, adjusting color grades, syncing audio with cuts. The familiar rhythm should’ve been soothing. But her mind? Elsewhere.

Her phone sat beside her, screen-up, taunting her in silence.

Another glance.

No notifications.

She bit her lip and clicked play on the current edit — Nick falling into the freezing lake after trying to "casually walk across the ice." Chris’s hysterical laughter echoed through the speakers, but even that couldn't crack her tension. She leaned back against the couch cushion, her shoulders tight with something unspoken, eyes flicking back to the phone again.

"You're gonna melt the fucking screen if you stare at it any harder," Nick teased from where he sat upside down on the other side of the couch, feet hanging over the backrest, his phone held above his face.

Chris looked up from his place on the floor, surrounded by empty snack wrappers. “Yeah, Y/N, maybe he’s just takin’ a nap. Doesn’t mean he’s ghosting you.”

“I didn’t say that,” Y/N mumbled, still not looking away from the screen. She could feel the worry sinking claws into her stomach. “I just… I don’t know. He’s never this quiet. Not even a good morning text.”

Chris scooted over and nudged her ankle with his hand. “You shouldn’t be stressin',” he said gently. “Josh wouldn’t ruin what you guys have.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when the front door slammed open like it had been kicked. Everyone in the room jolted, heads snapping up toward the source.

Matt.

He was standing in the entryway, hoodie half-off one shoulder, chest heaving like he’d run here, hair wind-messed. His eyes were sharp. Not in the usual cold and aloof Matt kind of way. No — this was something deeper, something wild. Something wrecked.

Y/N’s heart stuttered.

His gaze found her almost instantly. And whatever emotion was lingering on his face — it vanished like smoke. His jaw clenched, and his steps were harsh as he stormed toward her.

“What the fuck—” she started, but the words died in her throat.

“Did you know?” he barked. Voice sharp, ragged, raw. “Huh?! Did you fucking know, Y/N, that your fuckass boyfriend was fucking Kayla?”

Silence.

Pure, ice-cold silence.

Y/N froze, her body suddenly too heavy to move. Her eyes locked with his, wide, stunned. Her mouth opened. Closed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she spat back finally, but it was all panic — thin and brittle.

Chris was already on his feet, wedging himself between them. “Alright, what the fuck is going on—?”

“You couldn't satisfy him that bad,” Matt sneered, “that he went for my fucking girl?”

The world stopped.

The air disappeared from the room.

The words hit her like a slap to the chest.

Nick stood up slowly, blinking in disbelief. Chris’s face went pale. And Y/N — Y/N saw red.

She lunged, hand midair before Chris caught her wrist just in time.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Matt!” she screamed, trying to wriggle free.

Chris shoved Matt back hard. “Shut the fuck up, Matt. Don’t fucking take your shit out on her.”

Matt didn’t say anything. His fists were balled. His face blank. But his eyes — those were still burning.

He sat down in the corner chair, glaring at the girl like she had personally betrayed him.

Nick crossed his arms, still looking between the two of them. “Matt, what the fuck happened? What are you talking about?”

Matt exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“I went to Kayla’s place,” he said bitterly. “Was gonna surprise her. Take her out. I even brought her fucking apple juice ‘cause she said she liked that dumb organic shit. And then—”

He paused.

Swallowed.

“Then I heard it. Moaning. Through the door. So I, I fucking kicked the door in. And there they were. On the couch. Him on top of her like— like she meant nothing.”

A pause stretched out. Chris let out a low whistle under his breath.

Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. It felt like every inch of her skin was set on fire. The way Matt said it so detached, like he had to remove himself emotionally to even recount it — it only made it worse.

She didn’t cry.

Not yet.

She bit her lip hard, nails digging into her palms as she sat in silence. Matt wasn’t looking at her anymore. Thank God.

The buzzing sound of her phone jolted her.

Everyone looked at it.

The screen lit up: Josh (💛)

don’t believe matt

he’s lying

i swear it didn’t mean anything

i’m sorry i’m so sorry i don’t know how this happened

answer your fucking phone

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Chris leaned over, eyes scanning the messages before she could hide them. “Jesus fuck.”

She didn’t even have time to react before the dam broke. A quiet, cracked sob escaped her lips and then the tears were falling fast, hard, uncontrollable. Chris was by her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms, whispering a soft string of “it’s okay, let it out, I got you.”

Matt watched from across the room.

And for a second, there was something in his eyes again. Something that almost looked like guilt. But he looked away too fast to be sure.

He stood abruptly.

Didn’t say anything.

Just stormed off toward the back hallway and slammed a door behind him.

Nick let out a shaky breath. “This is so fucked.”

Chris gently took the phone from her trembling hands and went to her contacts. Without asking, he blocked Josh’s number. “There. Done. You’re not gonna deal with his shit right now.”

Y/N didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.

Her entire world had just been rewired in a matter of minutes.

And worse — Matt had seen it all coming before she did.

“Stay the night,” Chris said softly, brushing her hair back. “You’re gonna need the company.”

She nodded numbly, collapsing further into his side.

She didn’t notice the way the hallway light flicked off behind the closed door.

Or the way Matt sat on the other side of it, back against the wall, staring at the ceiling — like he didn’t know if he was more angry… or just broken.

a/n: If you couldn’t tell, this story is inspired by my c.ai bot. And I’m really sorry for the delay in getting the first chapter out — my mind’s been all over the place lately. I’ve been trying to pull everything together and figure out what to write, all while juggling school and sorting out my housing situation for next semester. So thank you for being patient with me. - Mari taglist:

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humpster35 · 19 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/humpster35/785757337438830592/tbh-im-just-wondering-what-got-him-hard-this-day?source=share could literally just be his sweatpants fitting awkwardly, baggy pants or jeans usually do that... you look into shit too much dumbass

mmkay first of all, this is tumblr dumbass. I don’t know why so many ppl on here are so miserable and not fun. like you’re deadass on an app where you know what’s gonna be posted in relation to the triplets. also don’t call me out of my name, i responded with the same name you used to call me because no one is going to disrespect me anymore, not on my own account. i’m so fucking done with all of you anonymous accounts hiding behind a screen not having any balls to actually respond with your username. fuck off and go mature, like i’m deadass having fun. you guys aren’t the sturniolos keepers idk how many times i have to say that. you clearly cant articulate what you wanna say without using derogatory words so im assuming you’re a child. stay tf off my account if you don’t like what you see or simply shut up and watch what i post, bc i know you’re stalking me.

and btw, it literally was jumping in not the only account who has posted about this.

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soursturniolo · 10 months ago

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𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚌𝚑. 𝚘𝚗𝚎

- a wizarding world!au ft the sturniolo triplets

- intro post here

main pairing: unspeakable!slytherin!nick x tea shop owner! hufflepufflex-quidditch player!oc

A biting late autumn breeze felt as if it cut down to Nick’s bones as he hustled down the dark winding street. It had been a long work day, he had clocked in promptly at eight in the morning for his shift. Due to some mysterious circumstances that puzzled even his superiors, he had been forced to work overtime. The time was now nearing eleven at night, but he was walking at a brisk pace to get to the one thing he’d been craving all day: his favorite latte from a quaint little coffee shop he had visited a couple times since they opened. After a few more quick steps, he finally arrived in front of Teetering Teas & Apothecary; an unassuming little place that Nick firmly believed to be a small slice of heaven on earth.

As he pulled the shop door open, he was greeted by a warm golden glow of light and the heady smell of cinnamon, coffee grounds, and herbs. A rare soft smile painted his features as he stepped inside, a sigh of relief leaving his lips from making it to the shop before they closed.

“Hey, made it just before I locked the door to close,” an unfamiliar but warm and deep voice called out from the counter, “what can I get you?” the stranger asked.

Nick found himself frowning in confusion, where was the young girl who usually was working at this hour, he wondered to himself. But as he looked up at the sound of the voice, he was struck by the beautiful person in front of him. Short and curly hair, warm and tan skin, tall and strong with obvious muscles under the warm yellow sweater the man was wearing. He was gorgeous. He looked oddly familiar in a way, but Nick knew they had never met before.

“Hi, um, sorry im stopping in right before you close, work was a nightmare today,” Nick stuttered a bit, “where’s the girl who normally is here? I think her name is Quinn?”

“Quinn had to take tonight off, she’s not feeling well. Are you one of her regulars?” The taller man asked as he finished wiping down the counter with a damp cloth.

“Yeah,” Nick found himself chuckling lightly, “I guess you could say I am.”

“Well, what’s your usual? I’ll give it my best shot,” he said with a smile.

“I usually get a caramel macchiato,” Nick said, “are you new here?”

“No,” the man chuckled as he turned towards the coffee machines to begin making the drink requested, “I’m actually the owner of this place,” he said with a smile, hands working over the coffee machinery with an ease and skill showing he had plenty of experience.

Nick felt himself flush a bit in embarrassment at unknowingly asking the owner of one of his favorite shops if they were a new employee. He looked down at his loafers, dull and black like the rest of his work attire. He was a stark contrast from the bright and warm shop, full of color and life. There were plants all over, various herbs in different states of growth. There were cozy seating options, a few tables with comfy chairs on either side, and a few large booths along the left wall. Along the back wall was Nick’s favorite aspect of the shop, all the various homegrown and sustainably sourced potion ingredients.

“Hey, I remember you said work was a nightmare,” the kind owner remarked as he watched the espresso brew out into the small glass, “what do you do?”

Hearing this question, Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. There it was, the question he dreaded most in life.

“I cant say, I work as an Unspeakable,” Nick explained, somewhat dryly. Usually, this brought on a gamut of questions, all of which Nick was clearly forbidden to answer. It was always irritating, not only because he was unable to answer, but also due to the sheer fact that even if he wanted to talk about his work, he cannot.

“Oh,” the shop owner responded, sounding thoughtful, “that must be a hard thing, not being able to talk about work and having to keep everything secret,” the owner sympathized as he poured Nick’s drink into a to-go cup before offering it to him.

“Yeah,” Nick responded, stunned by the owners thoughtfulness towards him, as he reached into his pocket under his work robes to pay.

“Oh, no, its on me tonight, no worries,” he says, placing the warm to-go cup into Nicks hand with a beaming smile.

“Are you sure? I’ve got it,” Nick questions, surprised by the generosity.

“Yeah, take it as a gift. All I ask is that you come back soon,” the owner smiled.

Nick found himself softly smiling again for the second time of the night, this time at the owner instead of the ground.

“Sure, I can do that. By the way, I never got your name?” Nick inquired softly.

“Thomas,” he says with a bright smile once again, brown eyes twinkling in the candescent light of the homey shop.

“I’m Nick, its really nice to meet you,” he responds, “hey, would you happen to be working again tomorrow sometime? I had some potion ingredient shopping to do, my list is at home but I wanted to ask some questions about some of your inventory, if that's alright?”

“I’ll be working from ten to two in the afternoon tomorrow, feel free to stop in any time, I’ll be glad to help,” Thomas cheerfully responds.

“Okay, I’ll see you then, have a good night,” Nick responds as he turns to head out.

“Have a good night! Be safe out there!” Thomas gleams with another infectious smile, giving a small wave.

As he stepped back out into the cold and unforgiving night, Nick found himself grinning to himself as he walked back to his apartment down the block. He took a small sips of his coffee as he walked, the warm and sweet drink seemingly warming him from the inside out even in the biting cold air. After a few minutes of walking, Nick arrived back at the large apartment which he, along with his two triplet brothers, called home. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the laughter of his two brothers coming from down the hall, along with the comforting smell of laundry that was doing itself magically down the hall.

Shutting the door behind himself, Nick took off his robe and hung it up next to Chris’s Auror robe. The two were a stark contrast from each other; warm, scarlet red next to the dull and sharp black that Nick wore. Walking down the hall past the laundry room, Nick entered his brothers bedroom, leaning up against the doorway as he watched his two brothers sit at Matt’s desk, playing a muggle video game. Nick quickly found himself laughing as he watched Chris step the wrong way in the game, causing their characters on the game to fall to their deaths.

“CHRIS SERIOUSLY” Matt bellowed, angrily slamming the controller down on the desk.

“IM SORRY I GOT CONFUSED” Chris hollered back, just then noticing Nick in the doorway.

“Hey, how was work?” Chris asked, causing Matt to turn and look at Nick too.

“Must've been a good day, look how smiley he looks, usually he looks ready to kill someone” Matt commented with a slight smirk, which caused Nick to roll his eyes and turn to walk up the stairs to his own bedroom.

“Goodnight guys,” Nick called as he reached his bedroom door.

“Goodnight!” his two brothers chorused back, as they quickly engrossed themselves back into their video game.

Nick sighed softly and contently to himself as he shut his bedroom door, moving to quickly get ready for bed. He quickly jumped in the shower before bed, his thoughts drifting a few times to the sweet shop owner he had met, and the prospect of talking to him again tomorrow. As he finished his shower, changed into pjs, and got into bed, Nick found himself almost giddy at the thought of what tomorrow might bring.

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