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bambisribbon · 4 days ago

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im stealing the word bitchlets because HOW do you come up with that😭

and we haven’t had a car video in what feels like YEARS. Nicolas, Matthew, and Christopher. GET IN THE FUCKING NOW AND FILM!!!

what did i do to be deprived of car videos. pls. these lil bitchlets hate me 💔💔💔

#kenzie’s reblogs!#kenzie yaps!#sturniolo triplets

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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so after you get your wisdom teeth out, you can’t eat certain foods, right? it fucking sucks. ALL I WANT IS A BURGER AND FRENCH FRIES

im gonna fucking die this shit is NO JOKE.

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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🎭🎬 💘 If the Sturniolos were actors, what roles would they play based on their looks & personalities? (A Tarot Reading) 💘🎬🎭

~Chris~

Best Fit Genres: Drama/Romance/Comedy/Thriller

The “Boy Next Door” who helps the main character with their problems throughout the plot, seemingly being the only person in the town who believes her claims. He flirts and teases with the protagonist constantly, but his hard work doesn’t go unnoticed.

Lines in this script:

• “Yeah? What d’ya need, pretty girl?”

• “Alright, I’ll help you. But how’re you gonna pay me for my hard work? A kiss?”

• “Maybe you are crazy. But the best people always are.”

• “We’re onto somethin’. …Okay, you’re onto somethin’.”

• “I love you, y’know that? Crazy girl.”

The “Lover-boy” who claims he isn’t one due to being hurt in previous relationships, but the closer he gets to the protagonist, the more he realizes his worth in love and starts to embrace his romantic side.

Lines in this script:

“God, you’re a pain.”

“I’m a stupid idiot who can’t read between the lines, yeah, yeah. Whatever. I can’t read period.”

“I just… haven’t been in a relationship in a long, long, long time. Not interested anyway.”

“Don’t look at me like that— with those eyes.”

“…I miss you.”

The “Party Animal turned Serious Investigator” in a thriller. He holds his trusty flashlight for dear life, searching for clues amidst the horrifying unknown he was forced to reckon with. He’s either the final boy, or the one who sacrifices himself for the fate of the town.

Lines in this script:

• “Can we please just forget about the fuckin’ jobs and resumés and classes and shit for one summer?!”

• “Who are you?” *whispering* “Damn he’s ugly…”

• “Fuck, what happened to her?!”

• “I’m getting my lick back one way or another”

• “This is for ruining my fuckin’ summer!”

>Matt<

Best Fit Genres: Romance/Mystery/Action/Young Adult Drama

The “Mechanic/Handyman” who helps the protagonist with her new home/car, fixing up pipes, giving her free oil changes, cleaning her windows, etc. When the main character is going through issues with her boyfriend whom she moved in with, he allows the main character to see what real love is, despite not being the most romantic person himself.

Lines in this script:

“You aren’t from around here, huh?”

“Pretty name.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Me? Nah. No wife or girlfriend. I don’t have the time.”

“You know I always have time for you, pretty girl.”

The “Small-town Dad” who, when tragedy strikes in his neighborhood/family, decides to do the crime-solving work that the city cops and detectives won’t do. He ends up uncovering something so dark and dangerous that his life is at risk around every corner.

Lines in this script:

• “My wife didn’t deserve the way she died, and doesn’t deserve the way she’s being treated after death either.”

• “It’s okay, sweetheart— Daddy’s just been thinkin’… overthinkin’.”

• “The mob?! You think I got ties to the damn mafia?!”

• “I want you to tell me what the fuck I’ve been busting my ass for.”

• “I’m not doing this to please y’all— I’m doing it to protect my family.”

The “Highschool/College Freak” who everyone misunderstands and hates— even the protagonist— but he doesn’t care. He finds ways to navigate through the system that’s set up against him and his misfit friends, and somehow the protagonist follows him along.

Lines in his scripts:

• “Oh, fuck me.”

• “This place sucks a bit less with you guys in it.”

• “You tryna blow me or somethin’?”

• “Unless you wanna end up expelled or in jail, then I’d suggest you leave before it gets messy.”

• “You’re braver than you know. That’s a… Winnie The Pooh reference, yeah, I know.”

•Nick•

Best Fit Genres: Intense Romance/Coming-of-Age/Comedy/Thriller

The “Stone-Cold CEO” who’s a tough shell to crack after years of building his empire and setting his place n the business world. But his new secretary somehow manages to break down his walls.

Lines in this script:

• “Can you just get back to work and stop pestering me?” • "I think you're just doing this to get a raise...”

• “Love? I can’t do that. Not with you, or him, or anyone in this damn office. You want me to fail?! To lose?!”

• “It hurts! It hurts to feel this way so deeply.” • “I don’t know why I love you so much.”

The “Trusty Rich Uncle” with no kids, but a whole lotta mouth. He always has a clap-back ready for the family, especially when he see the protagonist constantly being belittled or underestimated by them, having been through the same experiences himself growing up. In this coming-of-age, the protagonist learns to navigate the world with his growing confidence.

Lines in this script:

• “Ugh, don’t talk to me.”

• “I hope it isn’t as awful as those shoes she’s wearing.”

• “I know this family sucks, but you gotta improvise, y’know?”

• “He’s a pain in my left testicle. Which is why I don’t have kids.”

• “Just live your life! Fuck ‘em all!”

The “Sly Mastermind” of the crime thriller. He seems to be helpful in the beginning, but it’s as if every piece of help or advice he gives the protagonist and their friends ends up getting them all into deeper trouble. It turns out he was the one who orchestrated the whole thing, and just doesn’t want his secrets revealed.

Lines in this script:

• “Of course, I’d help you! What sort of man would I be if I didn’t?”

• “You should check the city council’s office; perhaps the mayor knows something about this.”

• “Whatever do you mean? Me? No, why would I be involved?”

• “It’s because of you! You caused this! You made me be this way! And you will be the death of this city!”

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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Clingy - C.S.

"what's up with you today, hm?" or... the one where chris just keeps finding himself right next to you, all day long. warning: none! clingy chris because i love him and he's adorable word count: 607 a/n: requested by anon!

chris was not a touch starved individual. if you paid any attention to how he interacted with the people closest to him, you would see him hugging them, giving them a handshake, clapping them on the shoulder, or simply just resting his body on theirs.

physical touch was his main form of comfort, and it was very obvious to you, being his girlfriend. a lot of time with chris was spent curled up next to him, holding hands with him, his head leaning on your shoulder, or his hand taking its place on your thighs.

but today, it seemed like chris was overly clingy. you were awake a little early, putting breakfast on the stove, when you felt hands wrap around your waist, his chin relaxing on your shoulder. you laughed, turning to give him a good morning kiss, before sidestepping him to avoid getting grease on your or his body.

"good morning, baby. did you sleep well?"

"mhm."

he nodded, and on a normal day, he would've been content with moving out of the way, and wouldn't have been still continued to be up in your space while you were cooking, knowing that it could potentially be dangerous to distract you. however, today he hovered right next to you, his hand helping yours move things, his body heat radiating off of him and onto you.

you noticed it, but you didn't say anything, just allowing him to stay close to you while you fixed food. as you plated it for both of you, you set it onto the counter, moving to sit down and grabbing silverware. chris would normally sit opposite you, but today, he sat right next to you, his hand around your waist. once again, you noticed his touchiness, but didn't say a word about it, simply letting him stay where he was.

it wasn't until he was following you into the laundry room, attempting to help you fold laundry, and miserably failing because it was really a one person job, that you said something.

"what's up with you today, hm?"

he looked at you with a curious expression, either not realizing what you were talking about or being an excellent faker.

"what are you talking about?"

you smiled, pointedly looking down at his hand resting on top of the dryer, right on top of your arm.

"you've been all up on me all day, baby. is everything okay?"

he flushed red, not thinking it had been that bad, but when you pointed it out, he realized it had been a little over the top.

"um, i don't know. i guess i'm just more clingy today."

you kissed him, moving back to folding laundry.

"that's fine, honey. i just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you. how about you go pick a good movie, make some popcorn or grab snacks, and once i finished folding this load of laundry, i'll come cuddle with you, yeah?"

he grinned, a real smile, and nodded, kissing you again before leaving to go do what you asked. as you wrapped up folding the clothes, you quickly made your way back to the living room, laying down next to chris on the couch.

"alright, baby, let's have a movie day, hm?"

he nodded, his head immediately finding it's way to rest on your neck, arms around your body, and you giggled, hugging him back.

"i love you so much, baby."

a muffled "'love you too" was all you heard from where his head rested. and if he fell asleep halfway through the movie because he was so comfortable in your arms, nobody had to know but you.

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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@starrii-sturns @bernardsbendystraws @sturnispider @m4gz-png

@throatgoat4u @chrissturnslovergirlx @drewscoquette @sturns-mermaid @shortnsweetsturnz @eyesonmattyb @silverspringsstare

@helovesnora @lilysturns @mattswish

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(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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im in mourning daily

lowkey missing goatee chris like real bad rn

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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“boots with the dickkkkk”

IM DEAD BRO 😭💀

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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I’d inhale that dick

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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Lights will guide you.

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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꧁⸻ TEXTS WITH FRATBOY!CHRIS ⸻꧂

↳ pairing: fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

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a/n: soooo those are after their call in part two but before part three 😼 and the only reason he made a playlist and sent it to her is cuz she made fun of his music taste and he wanted to prove a point so he mixed some songs together to show his are better

taglist: @certifiedstarrr @chrislovespepsi @le4hsblog @sturnsxbitvh @sweetlikesug4rvenom @xaristhings @mattsfavbitchhh @lvrsturniolo @r0s3luvr @slut4brunettes @madisonsturnioloss @chrispillowprincess @emely9274 @shadowthesim @yunkilm @sturnslutz @ncm9696 @certified-sturniolo @chrisweetheart @chrisfavoritewhore @brazyturtleneck @sophand4n4 @giannalovessturniolo @mattsobvimyfav @alesturniolos @ilovenmcs @seluky10 @chriss-slutt @icrazy106 @ribbonlovergirl @izzylovesmatt @trevorsgodmother @sturniolo101 @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @bernardsbendystraws @loser41ifee @cleolovespepsi @slvt4subchratt @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsc @ellieluvssturniolos @sturnssmuts

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bambisribbon · 6 days ago

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Tooo fast | matt sturniolo

They always did this.

A kiss on the cheek. A kiss on the forehead. Sometimes even on the nose. It was their thing—stupid, playful, harmless. Their friendship was layered with inside jokes, ridiculous dares, and a touch of physical affection that made people question but never confirm anything more.

But tonight? Tonight felt different.

The air was heavy, the type of late-night stillness that wrapped around you like a blanket. They were in Matt’s room, sitting on his bed, legs tangled and a random YouTube video playing in the background. Neither of them were paying attention.

“You didn’t even try to win that Mario Kart round,” she accused, nudging his thigh with her foot.

Matt grinned lazily. “Maybe I was distracted by someone yelling at me in the most dramatic voice I’ve ever heard.”

“Matt, you’re literally going off the track!” she mimicked, eyes wide, voice pitchy and teasing.

He snorted, hand reaching over to flick her nose. “You’re annoying.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft, playful kiss to his cheek. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately,” he muttered under his breath, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

She kissed his jaw next, lingering just slightly longer. “Still losing though.”

Matt’s heart stuttered.

It was still their thing, but it felt heavier. Slower. Different.

He turned his head to look at her, his cheek now close to hers, eyes searching hers with a question she didn’t know he was asking.

She smiled, so damn soft, so effortlessly confident. “What? You scared I’ll kiss you for real?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t laugh. He just stared.

And that silence said everything.

Before she could think, before either of them could break the tension with a joke, Matt leaned in—slow and deliberate—and kissed her. Not a cheek kiss. Not a nose or forehead or joke-between-friends kiss.

A real kiss.

And it wasn’t soft.

It was messy. Fast. Hands tangled in hair and gripping shirt fabric. Her back hit the mattress with a breathless laugh caught in her throat, swallowed by his lips before she could even say anything. His hand slid under the hem of her(nicks old) shirt, fingers brushing against her waist like he needed to memorize every inch.

“Matt—” she gasped, eyes fluttering open between kisses.

His forehead rested against hers, lips red and swollen. “Too much?”

She shook her head slowly. “Too fast.”

He grinned, fingers still resting against her skin. “You kissed me first.”

“On the cheek, Matthew.”

“And then the jaw,” he challenged, voice low.

She raised a brow. “So you just had to make it worse?”

“I’ve been trying not to kiss you like that for months,” he admitted, chest rising and falling a little quicker now.

And that’s when it hit her—this wasn’t just the kiss that escalated too fast.

It was the kind of moment they’d been avoiding for way too long.

She pulled him down by the collar of his hoodie, their lips brushing again as she whispered, “Then stop trying not to.”

And this time, neither of them held back.