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welcome to heavensent-devi111

hi to those who are reading this post! i wanted to state the obvious by saying that i’ve been incredibly inactive… not posting or interacting too much. sadly, i have grown out of the sturniolo fandom. i still love them and am forever grateful for the impact they have had on my life, but unfortunately i just haven’t been watching their videos or keeping up with their content for several months now. i still follow them, and will continue to do so and follow all of you!! i plan to diverge this account more towards my everlasting love for marvel and all things MCU so if you’re interested in that please continue following!

thanks for this amazing journey xX 🖤

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*The New Avengers | headcanons

authors note: marvel tumblr is SO BACK BABY. we’re getting avengers tower fics again— i could cry 🥹 obviously don’t read if you haven’t seen thunderbolts* although there’s not really any spoilers in this anyways

marvel characters masterlist

marvel taglist

Yelena

has a cute array of various succulents on the windowsill of her bedroom.

owns more stuffed animals than the average adult female probably should.

she doesn’t really read all that much, but if she hears of a new bestselling book, or anytime she passes by a bookstore, she always buys a new book for Bob :’)

hates the color pink.

likes to coordinate pranks to pull on Bucky with John.

downloaded tinder just to try it out. made a profile. deleted said profile less than half an hour later. deleted the app. never again.

Bucky

in the early hours of the morning when everyone is still sleeping he’ll make his way to the tower gym, play a YouTube yoga routine on his phone, and do morning yoga. he’s very embarrassed about it for some reason, but it’s therapeutic for him. plus he’s like, 100 years old, so it’s good for his muscles and bones.

HATES the taste of beer. drinks the absolute fruitiest, girliest cocktails and has NO shame about it whatsoever.

really pushing for the team to agree to getting a cat as a pet to let roam around the tower and such. Bucky gives cat dad vibes idk.

asked Bob and Yelena to teach him how to use FaceTime so he can FaceTime Okoye :’)

journals every night before bed.

loves loves LOVES matcha tea.

makes sure he does the daily wordle.

Ava

has a passion for cooking and loves making new recipes for the team to try.

with her newfound freedom and autonomy, she looks back on pop culture moments she missed from her stolen childhood. she finds that she LOVES 1D and becomes a directioner later in life. better late than never.

loves to go to local farmers markets and festivals.

John

diehard Atlanta Falcons fan and always asks (demands) the team to watch the game with him.

Bob always says yes even though he has zero interest in football and has no idea what is going on 99% of the time (he’s just happy to be included :) )

Alexei also always says yes, but it’s because it’s an excuse for him to sit around and drink some beers… then he goes on and on praising “the great American sport” of football.

John hates doing laundry. hates it. like will literally wait until he doesn’t have a single clean pair of underwear left before doing it.

he likes to hit the gym/ train with Bucky even though Bucky outperforms him most of the time. john will pretend he’s not even breaking a sweat to keep his composure and make himself look “cool” for Bucky even though he’s going to collapse on the gym floor (hydra serum IS the fancy one).

John will never admit to it, will take this secret to his fucking GRAVE, but he absolutely loves Bridgerton. he sat in on Ava watching an episode and said things like “this is so stupid” “what is this shit” but then immediately went to his room afterwards and binged the entire series.

Bob

has posters of his favorite bands/artists plastered all over his bedroom walls like a damn teenager.

keeps a (rather large) poster of “the new avengers” on the wall in front of his bed so he can see it before he goes to bed at night and when he wakes up in the morning to start his day.

likes to paint yelena’s nails for her because it’s very calming and grounding for him.

“I mean— I- I can paint them! You know, uhm, like if that’s okay with you? Not in a weird way I- I just—”

“Sure Bob, you can paint my nails for me.” :)

always shyly compliments Yelena and Ava randomly “that’s a nice color on you” “your hair looks really nice today”

loves to sit on the balcony of avengers tower and just people watch, nature watch. really take everything in and ground himself.

gets really excited for holidays. he likes to go to the party store and decorate different rooms in the tower for whatever holiday is coming up.

downloaded Duolingo to learn some basic Russian to impress Yelena… but Alexei ends up appreciating it was more and presses Bob about doing his daily lessons so he doesn’t lose his streak.

Alexei

ice cream addict. LOVES ben & jerry’s. it got to the point where he was buying so much ice cream “for the team” that it was taking up all the space in the kitchen freezer. so, he bought a mini fridge for his room and he keeps them there for himself.

INSISTS that, at least once a week, the team has a “game night” with all sorts of board games, charades, etc… the team will grunt groan and protest everytime he asks, but ultimately they all end up having fun (and arguing like crazy)

watches love island. he 1000% watches love island.

snores SO FUCKING LOUD— like the team is begging Val to reconstruct his bedroom to make it soundproof. you can hear him snoring from down the hall.

never makes it through a single movie. falls asleep every. single. time. very dad of him.

please let me know if you like this because I haven’t written for marvel in YEARS, but I’m looking to get back into it! let me know if you want a part two, or if you want solo character headcanons :)

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DADDY PEDRO FUCK (too soon for that pic tho rip Joel 🥲)

thank you to my bb @e1lishsturniolo for the tag 🥰

I tag: @sofisturns @sturniololol @sluts4matt

TAG GAME!!

First pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search: animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush

ur turn 😛

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ANYONE CAN JOIN!!!

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the amount of times I’ve watched this on loop

OH FUCKKK THE CHAIN 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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THAT PISTOL GET THAT PUSSY WET NOW COME HAVE SEX WITH ME

dealer chris fuckin you with his gun

ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ staring at chris’s gun tucked in the waistband of his pants had your thoughts running 100 mph.

“damn kid what you doin be careful” chris said as you sat on his lap directly on the gun resting in his waistband, his words went in one ear and out the other as you place soft kisses on his neck slowly grinding down onto the gun. moving his arm to remove the gun from his pants you halt your movements gripping his arm "keep it there" Chris lets out a breathy scoff looking at you "keep it there?" "please Chris" you whine grinding down harder letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Chris was in awe at the sight, never seeing this side of you before, looking so fucking pathetic."fuck baby look at you" he breathes out digging his fingers in your thighs helping your sloppy movements. it felt so good. your head going fuzzy as soft moans left your lips "please" you whine not even 100% sure what you were begging for. you just needed more. "please what hm? im gonna need more than that baby" "need you to touch me so bad please" you breath out a whiny moan the hard gun resting in his pants rubbing against you perfectly. chris lets out a hum and lays you on your back on couch, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs teasingly "chris stop teasing..want you to touch me with your gun" you mumbled the last part quietly, not sure how chris would take it. but he heard you. and he was more then happy to agree to the idea "you sure mama?" you nod quickly letting out a string of quiet begs. Chris smirks pulling the gun from his waistband and unloading it, throwing the clip to the side. slowly tracing the gun up your thighs and brushing it over your thin silky shorts that Chris loves so much. you whine bucking your hips making chris's smirk grow "aw look at you baby,can see how wet you are through your shorts." Chris pulls your shorts down mouth watering at the sight of your glistening cunt before gently placing the cold tip of the gun flat against your clit causing you to let out a gasp 'o-oh" Chris is enjoying every second of this. the way your mouth is hung open, the way your hips bucked into the gun. it was enough to make him cum in his pants right there. choked moans left your lips as he circled the cold tip around your clit slowly. he couldn't help but grind his hips into the couch at the sight. you looked to pretty. "m..more please" Chris could barely understand you, taking a min for it to really process before he's back to smirking like an idiot rubbing the tip of the gun teasingly over your entrance "such a pathetic slut" he breathed out before slowly sliding the tip of the gun into you looking up at your face to make sure he wasn't hurting you. once he seen nothing but pure pleasure on your face he looked back down at your dripping cunt before moving the gun in and out of you causing your back to arch and choked sobs to leave your lips. chris continued to grind into the couch as he watched the tip of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 gun sliding in and out of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 girl. it was the prettiest sight he has ever seen "such a pathetic girl look at you all fucked out on my gun hm" he knew you were close with your body spasming "come on baby let go for me you can do it" he licks his lips before he's sucking and lapping at your clit adding onto the pleasure of his gun sliding in and out of you "just let go mama." your stomach tightened as your pleasure built up mumbling mindless babbles and curses as your orgasm crashes over you. "atta girl" chris slowly slides his gun out of you before bringing it up to your lips watching you lick around the tip of it "fuck baby your gonna have to use your mouth on me like that next."

@beamahhh

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holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckhyfuckfuckfuckfuck

...more random professor!chris

his wife sat on the velvet couch, legs crossed, heels off, a wine glass sweating in her hand.

she looked relaxed, but not soft. eyes sharp. mouth unreadable. her gaze shifted slowly between her husband and you—her expression unreadable,

something between amusement and intrigue.

chris sat beside her, one hand resting lazily on her thigh, the other curled around the back of your neck. you were on the floor between his knees, lips parted, breath shallow, eyes flicking up to meet hers whenever you dared. she didn’t flinch. didn’t blink. she watched you suck her husband’s dick like she’d seen it before. like she’d told him to let you.

he pet your head slow. thumb stroked behind your ear. his voice was low and sweet and just a little cruel.

“see how well she listens?” he said, not talking at you. speaking to his wife. “barely even had to ask. she just got on her knees like this, all for me.”

you whimpered around the tip, face flushed, saliva shining on your chin. he brushed your braids back as you took more of him in, your throat already sore but aching for more. her eyes stayed locked on yours, studying the way you swallowed, how your lashes fluttered when you choked just a little and kept going.

“she’s pretty,” she said softly, voice smooth as silk. “you didn’t tell me she was this pretty.”

chris smiled, hand tightening slightly in your hair. “wanted it to be a surprise.”

you let out a breathy moan around his cock, and his wife’s mouth twitched—almost a smirk.

“she’s desperate,” she added, tilting her head, watching you suck him with hungry, helpless rhythm. “i like that.”

chris’s thumb traced your cheek, guiding your mouth up and down, slow and steady. “i think she’d do anything we told her to.”

and you would.

lab data:one more bye

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STURNIOLO FANFIC ⇢ POST-VIDEOSHOOT DRYHUMPING

sum. matt and y/n, caught in the heat of the "like me" music video shoot, steal a passionate moment in a cramped dressing room.

feat. matt sturniolo

cw. dryhumping, sexual content, smut, nsfw.

wc. 1.233 words

the studio hummed with the aftermath of a long shoot, the air thick with the smell of coffee and warm lights. matt and nick had been at it for hours, filming a music video for a surprise diss track aimed at chris—just a playful jab, something to make their brother laugh. the set was mostly cleared now, the crew on a quick break, nick sprawled in a corner scrolling through his phone, oblivious. the chaos had dialed down, leaving a quiet that felt almost intimate, like the world was holding its breath.

matt didn’t notice the quiet. he couldn’t, not with y/n pressed against him in the tiny dressing room, the door locked, the space so cramped their bodies had nowhere to go but closer. they’d been together for months, the kind of couple that thrived on stolen moments—quick kisses between takes, her hand in his back pocket, his arm slung over her shoulders like it belonged there. but this? this was something else, a desperate edge to their need, the kind that comes when you’ve been teasing each other all day, brushing past, catching eyes, knowing exactly what’s coming.

the dressing room was a mess—makeup brushes scattered on a narrow counter, a chipped mirror reflecting their tangled shapes, a single chair pushed against the wall. y/n was up on the counter, her legs spread, matt slotted between them, his hips grinding into hers with a slow, filthy rhythm that had them both panting. her hands were in his hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, her breath hot against his neck as she arched into him.

“fuck, matt,” she whispered, voice low and ragged, her lips brushing his ear. “you’re gonna ruin me like this.”

he grinned, teeth grazing her jaw, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her tighter against him. “good,” he murmured, voice rough. “been thinking about this all fucking day.” he rolled his hips again, deliberate, the friction of his jeans against her thin leggings sending sparks up his spine. he was hard, achingly so, the bulge in his pants pressing right where she needed it, and the way she gasped told him she felt every inch.

they weren’t new to this—grinding like horny teenagers, stealing moments where they could—but today was different. maybe it was the adrenaline of the shoot, the way y/n had been teasing him all morning, brushing her ass against him when no one was looking, whispering dirty shit in his ear during a lighting reset. whatever it was, it had them both wound tight, ready to snap.

her crop top was rucked up, bunched above her bra, and matt’s hands were everywhere—sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing her nipples until she moaned, soft but desperate. “you’re such a tease,” she said, but there was no heat in it, just want, her legs hooking around his waist to pull him closer.

“me?” he laughed, low and dirty, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. “you’re the one wearing these fucking leggings.” he punctuated it with a harder thrust, his cock straining against his jeans, dragging against her core through the layers of fabric. she was soaked—he could tell, even without touching her, the way her hips bucked, chasing the pressure, her breath hitching every time he hit the right spot.

“shit,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, scratching through his shirt. “matt, faster.” her voice was a plea, and it lit him up, made him grind harder, faster, the counter creaking under her weight. the mirror rattled, reflecting their mess—her flushed cheeks, his dark eyes, the way their bodies moved like they were made for this.

he slid one hand down, gripping her ass, squeezing hard as he pulled her against him, setting a rhythm that was almost brutal. the denim of his jeans was rough, perfect, catching against her leggings just right, and she was falling apart, her moans getting louder, needier. “fuck, you feel so good,” he said, voice low, almost a growl, his forehead pressed against hers. their breaths mingled, quick and shallow, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and her perfume.

“matt—god,” she whimpered, her thighs trembling, her hands clawing at his back like she was trying to climb him. “i’m so close.” her voice cracked, and that sound, that desperate edge, sent a shiver down his spine. he wanted to hear it again, wanted to make her shake, wanted to feel her come undone without even taking their clothes off.

“yeah?” he said, his lips brushing hers, not quite a kiss, just a tease. “come for me, baby. let me feel it.” he ground into her harder, angling his hips to hit her clit through the layers, relentless, his hands keeping her pinned so she couldn’t squirm away. she was panting now, her moans turning to sharp little cries, her body tensing, arching, so close he could almost taste it.

“fuck, fuck, matt—” her orgasm hit like a wave, her body shuddering against him, her nails biting into his skin, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a low, broken moan. he felt her hips jerk, her thighs clamping around him, her whole body pulsing as she rode it out, grinding against him like she couldn’t stop. the sight of her—head thrown back, lips red, eyes half-closed—nearly pushed him over the edge.

he wasn’t done, though. he kept moving, slower now, dragging it out, chasing his own release. his cock throbbed, trapped in his jeans, but the friction was enough, her heat against him, the way she was still trembling, still clinging to him. “shit, y/n,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate. “you’re gonna make me lose it.”

“do it,” she whispered, her voice wrecked, her lips brushing his. “want you to.”

that was it. he ground into her one last time, hard, and came with a low, guttural sound, his body shaking as the release hit, hot and overwhelming, his jeans damp where he’d spilled. he buried his face in her neck, breathing hard, her scent grounding him as he came down, their bodies still pressed together, sweaty and spent.

they stayed like that, catching their breath, her hands softening in his hair, his arms loosening around her. the mirror showed them disheveled—her top still pushed up, his shirt wrinkled, both of them flushed and grinning like idiots.

“we’re a fucking mess,” y/n said, her voice hoarse, a laugh bubbling up as she fixed her bra, tugging her top down.

“worth it,” matt said, stealing a quick kiss, his lips lingering on hers, soft and lazy now. “always worth it.”

she smirked, hopping off the counter, her legs a little shaky as she smoothed her leggings. “you’re gonna have to act normal out there,” she said, nodding at the door. “nick’s gonna know something’s up.”

“let him,” matt said, adjusting his jeans, still buzzing, still half-hard just looking at her. “he’ll get over it.”

y/n laughed, low and teasing, as she unlocked the door. “round two tonight?” she asked, glancing back, her eyes glinting.

“count on it,” he said, and followed her out, the studio lights bright, the crew filtering back, the world snapping back into place; but the heat between them? that wasn’t going anywhere.

©pokesturns any and all forms of modifications, reposts, and translation of my work are prohibited.

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࿐ rapper!matt using chris’ girl’s moans in a song

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to be visiting the studio when matt was recording. you quite frequently found yourself spending late nights in the lounge area alongside your boyfriend chris while you listened to matt layer vocals on top of beats, trying to perfect his art.

what was out of the ordinary was matt bending you over the soundboard, your skirt and panties at your ankles while he rammed his cock into you from behind.

“that’s it, can feel your pussy squeezing around me,” matt grunted, your thighs bruising in the shape of his fingerprints, “wouldn’t chris looove this.”

your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, hands desperately trying to grasp onto anything to stable yourself as matt repeatedly hit your g spot over and over again.

“matt,” you moaned, “harder, wanna feel you tomorrow.”

matt smirked devilishly, taking up your offer as he snapped his hips into yours, guiding your movements against him.

he bent over, your black flush with his chest as he thrusted his cock in and out of you roughly, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke lowly into it.

“c’mon, y’can be louder than that, right? tell me how much better i fuck you than your boyfriend does.”

you nearly screamed, your moans and gasps echoing off of the padded walls. matt grinned to himself, one hand leaving your hip as he messed around with the computer mouse, turning on a mic and clicking record.

the red light lit up on the sound board as the microphone in front of you both captured all of the obscenities leaving your mouth. each little sound that fell from your lips was picked up on the recording device, adding itself to the background of the song matt was just working on.

“scream it baby,” matt mumbled to you, his fingers finding their way to your clit, “tell me he doesn’t fuck you like me.”

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ 2 in one night !! this mv was tew good not to write about

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yeahhh Sturniolo tumblr do your thing imma need 100000000 AU fics NOW

rapper!matt is doin sum to me

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THE COPYRIGHT NAME 💀💀💀

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I AM CRYING OUT OF MY PUSSY HELLO?!? SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE I AM IN CARDIAC ARREST

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@oh-tobeafrog thank you for inspiring me with this galaxy brain take on my two favorite marvel heroes :)

original post here

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“i’m a Matt girl”

“i’m a Chris girl”

Well, I’m a “Chris’s balls in my mouth slapping his dick on my forehead while Matt’s dick is up my butthole and fingers in my coochie” enby.

We aren’t the same. 🤷🏾‍♀️

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STURNIOLO TRIPLETS SURPRISE PARTY TOUR!

for those who aren’t going to the sturniolo triplets surprise party tour, i am going to try and find videos of each show 🙂

i will also try to include the quote on nicks custom made shirts for each show.

- San Antonio “everything is bigger here”

-Houston “in dog years i’m gay”

-Orlando “super bitch”

-Charlotte “i lost the versus tour”

-Philadelphia “spacecampwellness.com”

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between us | c. sturniolo

masterlist

summary: you and chris go meet matt's newborn baby

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff<33

notes: i really need to be studying but i just haaad to write this first

word count: 1k

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The hospital room is still. A steady rhythm beeps quietly from one of the machines, interrupted only by the hushed conversations between Matt and his girlfriend. The morning sunrise filters gently through the curtains. It outlines the couple sitting on the bed with golden rays, completely wrapping them in their new little world.  

Exhaustion is heavy in Matt’s features, but it’s soothed by something peaceful and soft. His girlfriend leans against him, her eyes half-lidded with a tired but content smile on her lips. And in his arms, held with the utmost care, is a tiny bundle wrapped snugly in a blanket, barely stirring except for the occasional sleepy wiggle. 

Chris hasn’t taken his eyes off the baby since you walked in.

He’s been up all night, eagerly waiting since Matt texted at the early hours of 2am that ‘we’re in labour!!!!!’ to get the okay to come visit. But now that you’re actually here, he’s gone completely still beside you. Hands fidgeting at his sides, his earlier excitement is now replaced by quiet admiration.

Matt glances up, sending his brother a knowing grin. “You wanna hold her?”

The question pulls Chris from his thoughts and he hesitates, his gaze flickering to you for some sort of reassurance. You place a hand on the small of his back and nod, offering an encouraging smile. “Yeah, baby, go hold her.”

He looks back at his brother and lets out a shaky exhale before stepping forward. He carefully stretches out his arms, his usual confidence softened by a new uncertainty as Matt gently transfers her into his hold. For a second, Chris stands completely frozen, holding his breath. He’s afraid to move too fast or do something wrong.

But then as the baby lets out the softest little sigh and nestles further into his chest, his heart becomes hers.

“She’s so small,” Chris whispers. His voice is barely audible as he glances at his brother, and with a smile, Matt gives him a reassuring nod. Chris shifts naturally, adjusting his hold, his fingers tracing light, absentminded circles over the baby’s back. You can see the way his throat bobs and his lips part as if he wants to say something else, but no words come out. His eyes glaze over just slightly, and when he lets out a breathy laugh, your chest tightens.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

He's always been loving—caring in ways that go unnoticed, selfless and gentle towards everyone around him. But the pure adoration in his eyes as he stares at his niece is entirely different. It’s deeper and more profound and it stirs a warm feeling in your chest. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment.

Matt slings an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him in as they watch the baby together. For a moment, neither of them speaks, just taking in the surreal moment.

Chris shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re a dad.” His voice is full of disbelief, still trying to process his brother’s new title.

Matt chuckles, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “I know, dude, it’s insane.”

Just then, like she knows they’re talking about her, the baby stirs in her swaddle, her tiny fingers twitching as she shifts against the blanket. She cranes her neck ever so slightly before letting out a slow, sleepy yawn, her little mouth opening wide, her nose scrunching just a bit. The sight is almost too precious, and their reaction is immediate. An identical “aww” slips from their lips in perfect unison.

Chris leans in slightly, studying her sweet features. “You literally do that too with your nose when you yawn.” He smiles at the realization.

“Isn’t it so cute?” Matt replies genuinely, his voice laced with pride and awe at his baby’s simple existence.

But Chris doesn’t hesitate. “Only when she does it.”

Matt scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. He doesn’t argue, but giggles softly instead. Chris is already grinning as well when his own laughter bubbles up. And just like that, the’ve fallen into the fit of giggles that’s been second nature to them since they were also babies.

You watch them closely, and suddenly, your own eyes fill with tears. Their triplet bond has always been something you’ve deeply admired. And now, with this tiny new life between them, you can see it’s only growing impossibly stronger.

“___, do you wanna hold her?” Matt’s girlfriend asks, her voice gentle, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

All eyes shift to you, and when Chris’s gaze meets yours, a soft smile spreads across his face. His eyes flicker with understanding as he notices the tears welling up in yours. You let out a quiet laugh, feeling a little embarrassed by the surge of your emotions, and quickly wipe at your eyes. You nod with a smile, and he gently places the baby into your hold.

The moment her weight settles into your arms, cradled gently between you and Chris, it feels as though you two have also slipped into your own little world.

Without a word, he steps behind you and gently rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, the closeness both grounding and instinctive, like he needs to be close—to share this moment with you.

You glance up at him, expecting to find him still focused on the baby. But his eyes are on you instead, so full of quiet devotion, full of love, and it pulls the air straight from your lungs.

In the softest voice, just loud enough for you to hear, he whispers, “I can’t wait ‘til we have our own.”

Your heart stutters, unsure if you heard him right. You turn toward him, searching his face, but he’s already looking at you like he means it with every fiber of his being. The words urge a new wave of tears to fill your eyes, and for a second, you forget to breathe.

A slow smile tugs at your lips. You glance back down at the baby in your arms, swaying slightly like it’s second nature. “Me neither.”

Chris tightens his hold around your waist, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. And although in this moment, you don’t know exactly what the future holds, it’s clear and without doubt that when the time comes, Chris is going to be the best dad.

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a/n: thank you always for reading<3 ily guys<3 so much<3

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limerence 🍂❤️

in which… Chris is madly in love with his best friend, but wouldn’t dare confess his feelings to her or anyone else.

bsf!chris, lovesick!chris x bsf!reader

WARNINGS: unrequited love and lots o’ angst

author’s note: definitely inspired by the song so i highly suggest you give it a listen!

lim·er·ence

noun

the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

“I think that I can be in love with somebody, but still be fine with not doing anything about it.”

Fine. That’s what he tells his brothers. That’s what he tells himself, or rather, convinces himself, that he’s fine. Fine with his eyes constantly darting to the doorway when he’s anticipating your company. Fine with his eyes following you throughout any room you walk in. Fine with never being the one to break the eye contact first so he can prolong the moment for as long as possible.

Those same eyes that make his heart skip a beat when they’re locked onto his. Those same eyes that crinkle at the corners when you smile, or let a small tear slip past when you’re in a fit of beautiful bright laughter.

Different than the tears you let slip from your eyes on the countless occasions where the two of you sat together sharing life stories, confessing mental health struggles, and feeling secure enough with another person for each of you to share parts of yourselves you’ve shielded for so long.

Chris, no matter how hard he thought about it, could never quite pinpoint the exact moment in which he fell in love with you. It happened as easily and involuntarily as breathing. However, if anyone were to ask Chris why he was in love with you, then said person better be prepared to sit and listen for a while.

To sum it up, everything. It was everything. Everything about your very being from the way you care so deeply and empathetically for others down to the way you always push your hair behind your ears even though you like having it down in order to cover your face.

And there’s no doubt, Chris loved your face, your gorgeous plush lips and blushed cheeks, but not in a superficial way, not for him. Chris was convinced he could be a blind man and still fall in love with you, and being the most beautiful woman to ever walk his earth just came as a bonus.

This was a kind of love Chris had never experienced before in his life, but was sure this has to be the love everybody in life wishes for. Hell, he’s even certain it’s a kind of love some people live their entire lives without ever finding.

And that scared him.

Scared him so deeply that he would be “fine” with never sharing his feelings aloud to you. Chris would rather keep it all bottled up, keep his secret securely locked in his heart. Why?

He’s asked himself that more times than he can count.

Why?

Because why risk losing something, someone, so beautiful. Someone who brings so much joy into his life, who makes his air feel lighter to breathe and sun feel warmer even when it’s snowing.

So, for now, quite possibly forever, Chris keeps his mouth shut. Never telling you that he’s in love with you.

And he’s fine with that.

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