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Gotta lock tf in. I've been off social media for a bit but I'm back sooo, what should I write next? I accept suggestions

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៹after class. nerd!matt.

It was one of those long classes. Friday afternoons, when the air already smelled like the weekend. Almost three hours with a break in the middle. The subject wasn’t hard, but it was dense. A lot of content, a lot of charts, and the kind of sustained focus that made everyone choose a seat next to someone they felt comfortable with.

That’s why I’d been sitting next to Matt for weeks. It had become a habit. He’d show up with a coffee in hand—sometimes two—greet me with a “Did you save me a seat?” even though he knew I had, and settle beside me like the seat had been his all along. Sometimes we barely spoke. Other times, we exchanged thoughts or whispered comments about what the professor was saying. And sometimes, we just shared the silence.

Matt set his latte on the desk and slid his backpack under the table with the kind of ease that came from routine. His knee bumped into mine gently, catching my attention. He leaned in and kissed my cheek—quick, like he knew he didn’t have to ask anymore.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” he asked softly, shrugging off his jacket.

I shook my head, stealing a sip from his coffee. “A bit. Not enough. You?”

“Barely,” he said, flashing a smile I didn’t bother hiding I liked. “Someone kept me on the phone all night.”

“You could’ve hung up,” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

“C'mon. Like I was gonna miss a second of that. Your sleepy little voice was way too cute"

I laughed at his playful tone, and the professor’s voice kept me from answering. We didn’t need much to be okay. Sometimes it was just that: sharing the exhaustion of the week, the highlighted notes, the glances exchanged mid-lecture. He’d hand me his highlighter without me asking. I’d pass him my charger when his battery died. Small things. No big declarations. But somehow, everything carried weight.

His handwriting was perfect. He always took notes in different colors, and even though I teased him about it, I ended up using the same ones to decorate mine.

“Are you following this?” he asked in a low voice, leaning slightly toward me. The professor was explaining something with graphs no one was really tracking anymore.

I looked up at him. His brow was furrowed, a marker held between his fingers.

“Kinda,” I said. “Want me to explain it?”

Matt gave a half smile and nodded. He leaned in a little more to see my notes. He smelled like his deodorant, his shampoo—something I couldn’t name but had learned to recognize. I leaned in too, pointing at a line on my page.

“Look, it’s like what we saw in last week’s seminar. The curve that…” I paused. “Do you remember or should I start from the top?”

“No, I’m with you. Keep going.”

He leaned in closer, resting his arm behind me along the backrest. A few seconds later, he let it slip comfortably around my shoulders, his fingertips tracing slow lines up and down my arm.

When I finished explaining, he stayed quiet for a second, eyes fixed on my page.

“Are you doing anything after class?” Matt looked back at me with a neutral expression that didn’t really say much.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” I asked, laughing, still curled into the space beneath his arm.

“I just saw you bored and thought I’d give you something to look forward to. You know I totally understand these little graphs.” He pointed at his notes. “But I was thinking we could head to your place and take a quick nap. Since neither of us slept well.” He gave me a playful look.

“Let’s grab something to eat first.”

Matt nodded and gave me a quick squeeze before letting go. Suddenly, class flew by.

“When’s it gonna be your place for a change?” I asked while stuffing my things into my bag. “We always hang out at mine. I want to see yours in person, not just through photos.”

I’d pieced together Matt’s house from the selfies he only ever sent to me—unflattering, unposed, careless. Random shots of his brothers, the kind he’d snap without them noticing, just to make a dumb joke or share some inside comment. Or even those where he showed me his outfits.

“Well, Nick and Chris are home today, but if you want, we could do tomorrow. I think they’ll be out tomorrow night, so… we could have dinner or something.”

Matt slung his backpack over one shoulder, and we walked slowly toward the exit. “You in?”

“I’d like that, yeah.”

“Yeah, great. Around… six? I’ll come get you.” He smiled wide, clearly glad about the plan. He wrapped an arm around my waist and we headed to his car, tired but content in the moment.

Looks like we’ve got our next little date.

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cmon now, this is so good like adorable. Thanks to the anon who requested it fr.

you can make it up but can you do smt like chris being really pda with the reader and like matt and nick make fun of him but the reader loves it

៹ Seen. chris sturniolo.

The pins fall with a clean, solid crash.

“STRIKE!” Chris shouts, in his head. On the outside, he stays cool, just turning around. When he notices my phone recording him, he does a silly celebration dance. Then he searches for my eyes once he sees I stopped filming.

"Did you get that? Did I look cool?"

He walks over with that proud grin and his arms already wide open, expecting a hug. I don’t even get a chance to stand — he drops right next to me on the seat, wraps me in his arms, and hides his face in my neck. I run my hand down his back and feel a soft kiss on my skin.

Just a few feet away, Nick rolls his eyes from his seat.

"You guys are actually disgusting." he mutters, right before it’s his turn. Without waiting for a reply, he heads off to grab his ball.

"Don’t say that!" Chris says, now properly settling next to me, slipping an arm around my waist.

"He’s joking, relax," I say when I notice his frown. I rest my hand on his chest, smiling. His face softens and he adjusts his hat, brushing his hair back.

Chris doesn’t even flinch at his brother’s comment. He pulls me in with that cozy warmth he only gives off when he’s comfortable. He fixes a strand of my hair and caresses my cheek. He looks so comfy, like we’re sitting in his living room, not in the middle of a bowling alley under blue lights and surrounded by people.

"Careful, anyone here could take a picture of you," I say, gently holding his wrist. "Chris Sturniolo spotted flirting with a mystery girl at downtown LA bowling alley..." I read aloud in the voice of a random gossip account.

"Couldn’t care less right now," he says with a lazy smile, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I just don’t wanna cause you drama or headlines. I know what the Chris girls might say," I add, teasing.

He looks at me, suddenly serious.

"Then let 'em know. Let 'em all find out. You're good for me and that's all that matters."

His words catch me off guard. I smile — it’s the only thing I can do. I gently cup his face.

"Did you spike your Pepsi and not tell me?"

"I’m just drunk in love with you," he says, immediately back to being goofy. I roll my eyes, and he flashes a long, sweet smile before giving me a slow kiss and lacing his fingers with mine.

Matt walks past us with a slice of pizza in one hand and a lemonade in the other. He hears the tail end of it and raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. Did I miss something? Chris became boyfriend of the year while I was grabbing food?" he says, sitting across from us.

"First of all, I’ve always been boyfriend of the year. And second, you didn’t miss anything important. Just made the best shot of the night." Chris says with a shrug.

"Cocky." Matt mutters with a mouthful of pizza. My name flashes on the screen, signaling it’s my turn.

Chris gives me a wink, a little squeeze on my thigh, and I head off to the lane.

While I’m lining up my shot, the boys keep chatting behind me.

"Are you two celebrating an anniversary or something and we’re just the third wheels now?" Nick says, dropping down next to Chris.

"What are you talkin' about?" Chris chuckles, sipping his soda.

"We’ve seriously lost you, kid." Matt says, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms.

"I’m just happy, dude. I’ve never felt like this before..." Chris says quietly, like he’s confessing something they all already know.

"We’re happy for you. It’s weird seeing you like this, in public. Makes me wanna throw up, but it’s kinda funny." Nick says, earning a light punch in the arm from Matt.

"We’re just messing around, okay? But keep those corny Instagram stories in close friends for now. The world’s not ready for two cuties like you guys." Matt teases with a grin, getting up to take his turn. "But seriously, we’re happy for you. Both of you." He claps Chris on the shoulder and heads off.

Matt gives me a half-smile as we cross paths, and I head back to Chris. I stay standing next to him, and one of his arms wraps around my thighs from where he’s seated, resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And this time, I don’t care if anyone sees us or recognizes him. Because I like seeing him like this too — almost wanting to be seen.

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Notes: thanks to the person who made this request! I hope you find this post and like it <3 let me know!

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៹Journal. chris sturniolo.

entry #11

I still think this is stupid.

I feel ridiculous coming back to this stupid little notebook every night to write down whatever it is I’m thinking. well, “what I’m thinking” might not even be the right term.

that should be easy, right?

It is not.

Idk what to write. I can’t even get my own thoughts straight and that’s honestly embarrassing.

I feel vulnerable every time I do this. Idk if it actually helps, or if that’s even the point.

matt said writing stuff down helps clear your mind. That when you read it back, everything makes more sense. You feel better.

but I read this shit and none of it makes sense.

I feel the same. Or worse.

I feel like I always end up writing about the same thing. Like this notebook keeps dragging me back to the same place.

today wasn’t a good day. ppl online talking shit, like always. Minding MY business.

barely touched my phone tbh.

just watched some random movies on TV, chilled w matt and nick. Mom called.

had a meeting for the next Fresh Love drop. That part was good.

Another thing I hate about this journal: it always brings me back to you.

thought it was just a phase at first, some early-days kinda thing. But every time I pick up this thing up now it's like I end up writing to you.

not even to myself anymore. it’s like i’m talking to you. telling you about my day. tf?

god, if only you hadn’t posted that story. Well maybe that’s on me too. Shoulda just unfollowed you a long time ago.

back when you posted that first picture with him.

I think about you more than I’d like. More than I should. Like, way more. I don’t get why I don’t just text you. something stops me.

Idk if it’s pride, or being scared you won’t answer.

say, "hey, I still think about you.", "you doing okay?", "how’s Boston?", "how’s your life without me in it?"

but no. I open this journal like a dumbass. and I write this.

I guess that’s fine. Don’t wanna bother you. don’t even know if you’d want me to.

but I do wonder if you’re alright.

so fucking weak. just the thought of you being better off is enough to make my eyes burn.

gonna stop here.

don’t wanna end the day crying over you again.

still don’t get wtf this journaling thing’s supposed to do. Matt ur dumb. This better work someday. it hasn't yet.

I miss you. I hope you’re okay. ♡

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៹Journal. chris sturniolo.

entry #11

I still think this is stupid.

I feel ridiculous coming back to this stupid little notebook every night to write down whatever it is I’m thinking. well, “what I’m thinking” might not even be the right term.

that should be easy, right?

It is not.

Idk what to write. I can’t even get my own thoughts straight and that’s honestly embarrassing.

I feel vulnerable every time I do this. Idk if it actually helps, or if that’s even the point.

matt said writing stuff down helps clear your mind. That when you read it back, everything makes more sense. You feel better.

but I read this shit and none of it makes sense.

I feel the same. Or worse.

I feel like I always end up writing about the same thing. Like this notebook keeps dragging me back to the same place.

today wasn’t a good day. ppl online talking shit, like always. Minding MY business.

barely touched my phone tbh.

just watched some random movies on TV, chilled w matt and nick. Mom called.

had a meeting for the next Fresh Love drop. That part was good.

Another thing I hate about this journal: it always brings me back to you.

thought it was just a phase at first, some early-days kinda thing. But every time I pick up this thing up now it's like I end up writing to you.

not even to myself anymore. it’s like i’m talking to you. telling you about my day. tf?

god, if only you hadn’t posted that story. Well maybe that’s on me too. Shoulda just unfollowed you a long time ago.

back when you posted that first picture with him.

I think about you more than I’d like. More than I should. Like, way more. I don’t get why I don’t just text you. something stops me.

Idk if it’s pride, or being scared you won’t answer.

say, "hey, I still think about you.", "you doing okay?", "how’s Boston?", "how’s your life without me in it?"

but no. I open this journal like a dumbass. and I write this.

I guess that’s fine. Don’t wanna bother you. don’t even know if you’d want me to.

but I do wonder if you’re alright.

so fucking weak. just the thought of you being better off is enough to make my eyes burn.

gonna stop here.

don’t wanna end the day crying over you again.

still don’t get wtf this journaling thing’s supposed to do. Matt ur dumb. This better work someday. it hasn't yet.

I miss you. I hope you’re okay. ♡

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twin bitches

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he's already complaining LMAO

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Are you telling me that ain't matt???

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WHAT

HAIR REVEAL

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we did NOT talk enough about these looks.

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we need more fluff content of chris. Kinda tired of seeing him being dom n shit

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