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HIDE THE RAZORS PLEEEEASE OMG HE LOOKS SO SEXY PLSPLSPLSPLS

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Can someone plz give me requests bc I’m slacking so much and I feel so bad plz plz plz

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hiii this is so random but could you do a coachella fic with jakeXreader and just being cutie and reader being best friends w tara and johnnie and could you maybe include carrington too cus i lowk miss him 🩷🩷

COACHELLA-JW

summary: reader and Jake get invited to coachella by the brand Miss Me, its your first coachella and you have an amazing time with Jake, Tara, Johnnie and Carrington.

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a/n: I miss Carrington two idek what happened between them. I hope this is okay I haven't written about Jake in a long time. i'm so sorry this took ages. This is set before johnnie and grace got together no hate i love grace

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The group arrives at the airbnb rented by miss me for your coachella weekend, excitement rushing through everyone's veins. Everyone leaves the car grabbing their bags heading into the house. Jake and I walked  beside each other, his arm over my shoulder as he carried my bags then going back for his. 

The rest of the day everyone sat around having a few drinks chatting amongst each other, Tara, carrington and her roommate sofia all went out for coachella day zero, usually Jake would but he stayed as I wasn't really caught up on how the festival really works.  

Coachella day one had finally arrived, everyone was so excited all waking up at different times, some due to hangovers and some general sleeping in. I woke up my head resting on Jake's bare chest, his tattoos visible, I traced my fingertips across the lines before looking up at Jake, his eyes slightly open, slightly closed, looking down at me with a soft smile across his face we went and tried the breakfast which Jake was please by more than anyone in our Airbnb. The rest of the morning was lazing around confirming transport and plans for the few nights ahead. 

It was around 6pm you were with Jake and your group walking through the entrance of Coachella, his hand in yours, your outfits kind of matching Jake wearing a red vest top that he had cut his own along with camo baggy trousers paired with black boots. You’re in a red and black beaded top that looks similar to a bikini top and black ruffle shorts with comfortable boots for walking.The sun was blaring down on the group, tara blabbering about something random to you from behind jakes looks down at you smiling pulling you closer now wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

Your group had moved to sit on the floor while waiting for Lady Gaga, the headliner, to come out. Your head rested on Jake’s shoulder, his arm around your waist while you both watched Carrington arguing with Tara about what Gaga song was the best johnnie and Barry had gone off to get everyone drinks that would cost utmost $200.

The night was coming to an end, people had already started leaving, Johnnie and Carrington had already headed back to the place you were all staying completely worn out and drunk past their limits. You and Jake were in the car you head resting on his shoulder exhausted your eyes closing every now and then. Around twenty minutes into the car ride you were knocked out, Jake carried you into your shared room gently placing you onto the bed finding your pjs. "babe you have to change" he whispered lightly shaking you awake, you groaned sitting up your eyes closed grabbing for your clothes blindly to which Jake handed you.

after getting changed you fell back into the pillows, Jake gave up not fighting you awake anymore tucking you into the bed kissing you on the cheek before getting ready for bed himself.

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I SAW JOHNNIE GUILBERT LIVE IM TWEAKING

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Nobody talk to me right now

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Messages w/dealer!chris x stoner!reader

A/n-sorry I’ve been slacking so bad on here I need ideas plz plz plz. idk who created this au but if you know please tell so I can give credit this is just a one off until I have the motivation to write

taglist- @shadowthesim237 @courta13 @chrisspussygang @sturniolo-szn2

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

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Please go look at @mosabsdr @rima7 @rabahmoins7 and help them!!

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literally obsessed with this nerve edit.

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attitude fixer. — m.s

in which; you had been a complete brat all day, matt couldn’t help but fuck you silly until the attitude was gone.

warnings; filthy smut. spanking, unprotected p n v (🙅🏽‍♀️), hair pulling, creampie. (idk what else to add. lmk what i should add.)

w/c; 809.

a/n; based on this tiktok.. also i promised the creator i would write a smut ab this so.. huzzah!

matt couldn’t tell if you were about to start your period or just having a bad day, but either way, you were an absolute brat from the moment you had woken up. he’d been incredibly patient with you—so patient he wouldve gotten an award for it.

when the two of you woke up, matt had leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. but without a word, you pulled away and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower, leaving him in a silence that mocked him.

the two of you went to the store today to stock up on some essentials, but you kept tossing things into the cart that neither of you actually needed—despite matt’s constant protests, only adding to his growing frustration.

you had begged matt to stop for coffee, only to take a single sip before tossing the $8 drink straight into the bin—wasting it without a second thought.

that evening, you both went to a party hosted by one of your mutual friends. the whole time, you were all over Matt—poking at his biceps, tugging on his arms, pouting and sulking whenever he didn’t respond. you were relentless, and it was wearing him thin.

matt knew exactly what you were doing—pushing his buttons, winding him up just so he’d break and punish you for your behavior. and as much as you were getting under his skin, he refused to give you that satisfaction. even when he was right on the edge, he held back.

he handed you a lollipop—something to keep you occupied while he chatted with other friends. but it wasn’t just any lollipop. It was grape. matt had given you a grape lollipop. after two and a half years together, he knew full well you hated grape. he’d done it on purpose—a quiet, petty little act of revenge for the way you’d been all day.

you immediately threw the lollipop to the floor, the sharp clack echoing louder than you intended. matt’s attention snapped away from his friends, his eyes locking on you, clearly irritated by the sudden interruption.

his eyes darkened, his expression tightening as his voice remained calm but stern.

“go pick that up,” he told you, each word carrying a quiet authority that sent a chill down your spine.

“i’ll pick it up after,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance, the defiance clear in every word.

“no, you’re going to pick that up. now,” matt exclaimed, his voice turning cold, the anger in it unmistakable as it cut through the room.

you shook your head, your arms crossed stubbornly over your chest, not budging an inch. the defiance in your stance was enough to push matt over the edge. his patience finally snapped, and the air between you grew thick with the fury he’d been holding back all day.

and that’s how you found yourself in this position. your defiance, your refusal to listen—it had all led to this moment, and now there was no turning back.

matt rammed himself into you, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, your slick dripping down onto the silk sheets.

matt was absolutely fucking you silly, one hand gripping your hips so tightly—the other tangled in your hair, keeping your head up all so he could hear your pretty babbles.

“is this what you wanted, hm?” he asked, low grunts escaping his plush lips as he felt your gummy walls flutter around him, giving him his answer. “wanted to be fucked..aah..fucked dumb? yeah?” he asked again, hair gripping your hair tighter, your walls squeezing him so deliciously. although, for him that wasn’t enough, he needed more. he groaned as he released his hand from your hair, immediately slapping your ass. you yelped, back arching as he continued to fuck you into the bed. tears threatened to spill, as your moans of pleasure grew louder and louder.

matt brought his hand back to your hair, tugging at it whilst he brought you up to his chest, your pretty noises now bouncing off the four walls, his pace not budging, if anything increasing. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his hand slip down to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves furiously, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

matt groaned as he felt you clench tightly around his member , his tip bruising your cervix as he drilled himself into you, your orgasm creeping up behind you.

“matt im-mmh.. i-i’m so close..aah— fuck— please..mmgh..” you moaned, jaw slack as you let go, your body trembling as you arched your back off of his chest, head resting on his shoulders.

matts orgasm followed quickly after yours, his thrusts growing sloppy as he came into you, long spurts his cum filling you up lusciously.

🏷️— @sturniolohohoho @sturn-l0ver @mattybearnard

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•the campfire•

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everyone was sat around the campfire each counsellor was passing marshmallows to the kids, the older ones were able to roast them their selves but the younger ones needed more guidance. hazel stood beside charlotte, a young girl in her group, holding her arm and towards the fire the soft glow shining on them both.

after the marshmallow was done hazel pulled back charlottes arm telling her to be careful as it’s hot. “thank you hazel!” the little girl squealed with excitement hazel smiled helping someone else before sitting on the bench beside matt. “do u not want one?” she hums looking over at him to which he shakes his head. “not a big fan” she nods looking over to rosa who’s smiling at her widely. hazel shakes her head hiding a smile.

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the kids had gone to bed and the counsellors were now sat around the campfire themselves talking and getting to know each other. matt, jaelin, hazel and rosa sat in a circle talking amongst each other. “oh I’m from england but I moved to New York a few years ago,how ‘bout you?” hazel answers matt’s question. matt smiles telling her he’s from boston, around two hours on the plane. they spoke for a while, as the fire died down, some counsellors had gone to bed leaving hazel,matt and a few others.

“it’s nice here,I find it peaceful” hazel mumbles looking at the sky, the stars now visible the moon casting a silvery glow on them. matt nods “I think nature is one the most beautiful things on earth” he agrees looking at hazel admiring the way the moonlight enhances her face, her eyes glowing softly, the shadows under her eyes standing out, to matt she was beautiful just like nature.

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a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long to write I’ve been busy revising bc my gcses start next month

taglist: @shadowthesim237 @courta13 @chrisspussygang @sturniolo-szn2 @matts-hersheys-kisses @sturniolosymphony @sturns-mermaid @le4hsblog

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE

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no vampire!chris today but i do have this for yall

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: BOSTON SURPRISE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where is the Boston show of the Surprise Party Tour, Y/N is pregnant, and it's Matt's turn to bring his surprise.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　being pregnant.

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.

After a long two year wait, the Sturniolo Triplets Surprise Party Tour was finally on the road.

The buzz of the theater was really electric, the pre-show jitters vibrating as fans filled the seats just beyond the thick curtains separating backstage from the main stage. Y/N practically radiated excitement, her steps light as she roamed around, eyes scanning every corner for Matt.

She was beyond ecstatic, to say the least. Being on the road with the triplets was her absolute favorite thing, and she had missed it so much since their last tour in 2023.

Her oversized custom shirt - the one that Nick had personally designed - hung loosely over her frame, matching his own shirt for the night. She smiled softly as she walked past crew members, setting up last-minute details. Nick and Chris were talking to the organizer somewhere behind the stage, deep in conversation, but her only focus was on finding Matt.

Just as she rounded a corner, Paula’s familiar voice echoed.

"Y/N! You look stunning."

Y/N turned her head, catching sight of the boys’ stylist walking toward her, a warm smile on her face.

"Nick did amazing with this shirt." Paula continued, eyes scanning the outfit with approval. "It looks amazing on you."

"You're too nice, Paula." Y/N’s cheeks heated as she grinned. Paula always had a way of making her feel extra confident. "Have you seen Matt?"

"He’s still in his dressing room." Paula replied before a yell of her name echoed, followed by the woman quickly excusing herself.

Y/N continued down the hall, stopping in front of the door marked with Matt’s name. She knocked gently, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of the crowd outside.

Slowly, she pushed the door open just enough to peek her head inside.

"Hey." She greeted softly, her lips curving into a small smile at the sight of Matt's fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans, his shirtless torso on full display.

His soft blue eyes lifted to meet hers as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, and the moment they locked onto hers, his entire body seemed to relax just slightly.

"Hey angel." He muttered gently.

She wasted no time crossing the room, stepping into his space as her arms wrapped tightly around his bare waist. Her hands ran up the milky skin of his back, relishing the warmth radiating off him as she pressed soft kisses against his lips before tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

His arms wound around her immediately, pulling her so close she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. She loved being wrapped up in him like this.

A heavy sigh left Matt’s lips as he rested his chin atop her head. He was holding her like he never wanted to let go, and Y/N could feel it - his tension, his nerves, the anxious beat of his heart against her own chest.

She pressed a hand flat against the middle of his back, rubbing small, soothing circles.

"Hey, deep breaths, baby."

He obeyed, inhaling deeply, his hands sliding down to settle against her hips. His thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of her shirt above her lower stomach as if grounding himself.

"M'so nervous." He admitted, voice raspy and low, his forehead dipping against hers. "Not about what my- our family will say, I know they’ll be happy. But the fans..." His arms tightened slightly. "I just- this is so big, y'know?"

Y/N smiled softly, tilting her chin to kiss him once more, her lips lingering in reassurance.

"They’re going to be so happy, Matt." She murmured against his lips, her hands cupping the soft skin right above his ribs. "And even if they need a second to process it, we have each other. We’ve always had each other."

His eyes softened, filled with nothing but love and admiration as he let out a shaky breath. He leans in even more, basically smothering her, but she doesn’t mind - he needs the comfort, and he’s always only been able to be calmed by her.

"I love you." He whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Before she could respond, a loud knock rattled the door.

"Matt!" Nick’s voice rang from the other side. "Are you dead in there? We gotta go!"

Matt groaned.

"Angel." He exhaled sharply, anxiously searching for Y/N's eyes one last time.

"You got this, my little star." Y/N nodded softly, and Matt's grip tightened for just a second longer before he finally, reluctantly, pulled back.

She smiled, squeezing his biceps one last time before stepping aside as he grabbed his shirt, ready to walk out onto that stage and into one of the biggest moments of their lives.

Matt, Chris, and Nick were lounging on stage like it was their living room, already used to the two iconic, slightly worn orange couches that had followed them across the country like loyal dogs.

Matt had claimed the right couch for himself, sitting cross-legged with a mic resting casually in one hand. On the left couch, Chris and Nick sat shoulder to shoulder, mirroring each other’s relaxed posture.

In the crowd, Y/N was in her usual spot - dead center, front row, the seat Matt always reserved for her. The one where he could look down and find her face instantly, grounding himself with just one glance.

But tonight, she wasn’t alone.

To her right sat Mary Lou, her hands folded neatly in her lap and a warm smile decorating her radiating face. Next to her was Jimmy, sitting tall and expectant, eyes scanning the stage like he was trying to drink it all in.

It was the first - and only - show they could attend, thanks to this tour stop being just a short drive from home. The last time they saw their sons on stage felt like a lifetime ago.

Suddenly, the giant screen behind the triplets lit up. A video snapped to life, flickering for a second before showing a clip of Matt fixing his tie.

And just like that, the room erupted. Screams shot up like fireworks, echoing off every wall.

Matt leaned back dramatically, flopping his free arm up.

"Alright, alright, chill out!" He grinned, voice teasing over the noise, trying not to laugh with the giddiness that came with his fans' reactions to himself. "First of all, I just wanna say, I deserve a full-blown award for keeping this secret."

Nick whipped his head toward him with a suspicious look, brows raised.

"No, I’m not even joking." Matt laughed, eyes wide with mock seriousness. "You guys have no idea how hard it was not to spill. Like, not just to you." He pointed at his brothers. "But to them too."

He turned, locking eyes with his parents, who were watching him intently, frowning.

"But when I found out we were doing a Boston show." Matt continued, voice dipping into something more sincere. "I knew this had to be my big surprise. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months."

The cheers kicked back up again - high-pitched, chaotic, and full of love.

"Okay, before we play the video, I need y’all to promise me something." He pointed toward the audience. "I need complete silence while it plays. Like, I want every single one of you to just sit back and take it all in." He smirked. "Don’t worry, you can scream after."

As the room quieted, you could feel the shift.

And then - click - the screen changed.

A home video. The inside of the triplets' LA house flickered onto the screen.

The camera wobbled for a second before being placed down on the coffee table. The image sharpened, revealing Matt's upper body moving a bit away from it, leaning down against the cream-colored couch, red hoodie up, grey sweatpants low, looking as cozy as humanly possible.

He waved at the camera with a little grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes yet.

"Hey, guys. If you’re watching this." He started, voice soft. "That means I finally get to say something I’ve been dying to share."

He ran a hand through his messy hair, exhaling slowly like he was about to let go of a weight he'd carried for way too long.

"This message is for two very important groups." He said, pointing toward the lens. "One, my family. And two, every single fan watching right now."

Back on stage, Nick was glued to the screen, eyes narrowed, completely focused. Chris, meanwhile, kept shifting, glancing between Matt and the video like he was trying to figure out what was coming next, his leg bouncing with anxiety.

"So, here’s the deal." Video-Matt continued. "Two weeks ago, something happened. Something kinda insane. And when I found out about the tour the next day, I knew... I just knew this had to be one of my surprises."

He leaned forward, eyes flickering down for a second as he nervously clasped his hands together, like grounding himself.

"So, uh... yeah. Here it is."

The screen went black.

And then a low, steady sound filled the theater.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Not music.

Not a voice.

Something deeper, more alive.

A heartbeat.

Small, fast, and impossibly real.

The video sharpened into focus, though clearly filmed on a phone, the angle a little off-kilter like it had been propped up in a rush. The room on screen was soft and warm, washed in late afternoon sunlight.

Not a studio, not a stage. A hospital room. Neutral-colored walls. A monitor to the side.

Y/N lay on the examination bed, her brown sweater lifted to reveal her lower belly, shiny with gel. Her leggings were pulled down slightly, allowing the doctor to gently move the ultrasound wand over her skin.

Matt was right by her side, and he looked wrecked in the most beautiful way. Completely undone.

His eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, cheeks blotchy with emotion. Tears slipped down silently as he gripped Y/N’s hand like it was the only thing tethering him to the planet. His commitment ring shimmered in the soft light as his right hand constantly - and very awkwardly - cleaned the tear tracks.

Y/N had her free hand over her mouth, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through the sob building between her ribcage and going up full force. Her eyes were locked on the monitor, wide and wet, as a tiny, hazy figure wiggled faintly on the screen.

The doctor’s voice was quiet, almost reverent.

"That’s your baby’s heartbeat."

And Matt let out this broken, wet laugh, the kind that happens when you’re completely overwhelmed and overflowing all at once, a sob following right behind. He shook his head like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing.

"That’s our baby." He whispered, his voice cracking in half as he pulled Y/N’s hand to his lips and kissed it, keeping it pressed against his mouth. "That’s literally our baby."

Back in the theater, no one moved.

Not a sound.

It was like everyone in the room had just had the wind knocked out of them. Mouths covered in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.

Chris sat frozen, his jaw slack. Nick blinked slowly like he was trying to reboot.

Neither of them said a word - they couldn’t.

Their brother was having a baby.

Mary Lou, on the other hand, was already sobbing into her hands, her shoulders shaking, eyes covered in glasses tightly shut as if trying to hold back even more tears. Jimmy sat beside her with shining eyes, blinking back upcoming tears with a shaky inhale like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

On the screen, Matt’s watery smile stayed glued to the monitor, completely and utterly obsessed.

"Can’t believe y’letting me make you a mumma." Matt hums, almost in awe, like the words tasted too good to be true. "Gonna be the best, angel. I know it."

The video faded to black again.

Y/N, sitting quietly in the theater seat, was trying her best to keep it together, her eyes glassy and full. She pressed her pink tinted lips tightly together, like any little crack would shatter her.

The sound of her baby’s heartbeat echoed in her ears, and it was everything - terrifying, surreal, breathtaking. She clutched her stomach with both hands without thinking, her decorated nails lazily scratching over her shirt, like holding the secret tighter would make it easier not to cry.

Then, one last clip.

Matt, back in their cozy LA living room, sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his eyes slightly red but glowing, lit up with so much love.

"So, yeah." He sniffled, grinning shyly. "I wanted to tell you guys in the best way I knew how." He paused, visibly holding back more tears. "Y/N and I are having a baby."

He glanced off to the side for a second, sniffing.

"And we couldn’t be happier."

The screen went black.

Not a sound.

Not a breath.

And then, the world exploded.

Screams ripped through the air like a tidal wave, the theater shaking from the sheer force of it. Fans were crying, sobbing, yelling, clutching their faces in disbelief. It was chaos - beautiful, euphoric chaos.

Nick was the first to move, and he didn’t move. He launched. One second, he was sitting on the couch. The next he was across the stage, slamming into Matt with so much force, it nearly knocked them both down to the floor.

Chris was right behind him, eyes glossy, chin wobbling, and then suddenly, all three brothers were in this tangled, messy pile of limbs and love.

"Oh my god, Matt." Nick choked out, arms locked around Matt’s neck. "You’re gonna be a dad. You’re gonna be a freaking dad."

Chris was now crying - full-on crying - Fresh Love covered shoulders shaking, fingers gripping the back of Matt’s jacket like he didn’t wanna ever let go.

"I’m gonna be an uncle." He whispered, voice breaking like glass, pink lips wet with tears. "I get to be an uncle, man-"

And Matt just stood there in the middle of them, eyes wide, smile splitting his face in half, heart pounding like a drum solo inside his chest.

Down there, Mary Lou had already jumped to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she delicately pulled Y/N up and into her arms, pulling her shaking body into the warmest, tightest, most mom-like hug imaginable. The kind of hug that made everything feel safe.

"Oh, sweetheart." She whispered, voice shaking with emotion. "You just made me the happiest woman alive." She pulled back for a second just to cup Y/N’s cheeks, ignoring how her fingers got wet by Y/N's salty tears, soft eyes twinkling with pride and love. "You’re gonna be such a good mom. And I’m gonna spoil the hell outta this baby, just you wait."

Y/N couldn’t even speak. She just nodded, blinking through fat tears, heart hammering against her ribs.

Then, Matt looked down.

Somehow, in the storm of screaming and crying and fans limbs and lights, his eyes found her. His girl. Standing between the stage and the front row, being held by his mom, trembling hand over her belly, absolutely wrecked by the moment. Teary, overwhelmed, glowing in the most heartbreakingly beautiful way.

And something snapped in him.

He didn’t think.

He ran.

The bodyguards surrounding both sides of the stage went wild, arms outstretched, trying to block or guide him back, yelling over their earpieces.

But Matt didn’t care.

He dodged through them like it was instinct, ears muted to the fans yells from the front row, like his body was already halfway to her before his mind even caught up.

He reached her.

And without a word, without a second’s hesitation, he pulled her into the tightest hug, body accidentally hitting Mary Lou's in the process.

Big hands met Y/N's back, circling around her upper body, lifting her slightly off the ground as he wrapped himself around her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

"You- you-" He stammered against her cheek, their tears mixing between skin. "You did this. You’re giving me everything."

He kissed her face - cheeks, nose, forehead - his lips shaky and soft and desperate.

And then, with one hand still on her back, the other reached for the mic.

He turned back to the crowd, chest heaving, heart out in the open.

"I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!"

The theater detonated.

Y/N laughed through her now ugly cry, burying her face into Matt’s neck.

And Matt just held her tighter.

"So that's the reason Y/N's been using more hoodies than normal."

© vanteguccir

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forever-Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris only likes tattoos on you.

warning- mentions of sh and mh, mostly fluff.

a/n: ive not written in a while so here you go myloves. got this idea from this bot

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Chris was never interested in getting tattoos but still thought they were cool as fuck his brothers had many that he liked he just didn't think they'd suit him. He loved other people's tattoos, especially yours. Oh my god he thought they were so sexy. No matter how simple the tattoo was he loved it, always tracing his fingers across them. His favorite was your back tattoo, obviously but he loved it even more when you were in the position he could only see. 

you and Chris lay on his bed Chris sighing from beside you already bored of the movie that played in the background, his attention on your arms and the ink that paints them. His fingers trace the lines of the artwork before he looks up at you, “what do they mean baby?” he mumbles looking back down at his hands on your arm. You look down smiling at him “my tattoos?” you ask, raking your fingers through his hair he hums nodding.

You smile sitting up excitedly before pointing your right wrist showing two small butterflies, their bodies made out of semicolons. “This one shows that I was able to get through the struggles of my mental health. And the angel wings,” you twist your arm showing to angel wings on either side of your wrist, they were small but detailed. “,mean there's always hope in life and kinda link with the butterflies” you look up at him, his eyes soft, following the lines of the tattoos taking them in along with their meanings. 

You move up your arm showing the snake that wraps around your bicep like it was squeezing you. The detail was small and accurate. “The snake doesn't really have meaning. I just thought it was a cool idea.” you chuckle.

You show him the rest of your tattoos, two stingrays on your ribs, a spider on your hip  and the birthday of your nan on your collarbone leaving one last. You straighten your arm showing a scruffy drawn heart that you had asked him to draw not that long ago, under the bend of your elbow, under the heart it read “forever” in bold letters. “...and this ones for someone I'll love forever.” you look up smiling, your arm still straightened for Chris to look at. His fingers graze over the heart, a small grin on his face. “When’d you get this” he says, his voice quieter than intended. “About two weeks ago” you state smiling at his happiness. “Is it for me?” Chris asks, now sitting up, remaining eye contact with you, his cheeks a soft pink. You hum in response, nodding. Chris, eyes light up as he leans forward basically falling onto you kissing you passionately. “I love it and I love you.so much” he says in between pecking kisses all over your face. You laugh wrapping your arms around him kissing him back, “I love you too Chris, forever”

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laser tag. [m.st.]

── ⟡˙ ̟ matthew sturniolo x gn!reader

↳ synopsis. — laser tag with matt

↳ a/n. — first post!

↳ requested? — no

getting the call from matt to get ready and be outside within the next five minutes, you will admit- a little nerve wracking.

but none the less, you still quickly get dressed and fix your makeup, just in time for your boyfriend to start honking the car horn from your driveway. you walk out and see matts car in park, and nick and chris sitting in the backseat.

you lock the door and make your way down the path to the van, hopping in the front passenger side.

"hey y/n!" chris yells from the back.

you turn around to meet him with an outstretched hand, "whats good," you smile, dapping both chris and nick up.

turning back in your seat, matt leans over to press a quick kiss to your lips. "hi baby."

"what are we doing?" you queried, a soft smile resting on your face.

"laser tag!" chris exclaimed enthusiastically, cutting matt off before he can answer, causing you to laugh.

matt rolls his eyes amusedly, pulling the vehicle into drive and heading presumably in the direction of laser tag.

walking into the building, matt takes your hand in his as the two of you follow behind his brothers.

"teams or solo?" the worker asks when it's your turn.

"teams," you say, but matt shakes his head with a small grin on his face.

"solos," he argues.

you roll your eyes amusedly before agreeing with him.

the four of you are put together with another small group, so that the game lasts longer. you're given your vests and guns, and immediately split up from each other. all finding different spots and waiting for the announcer to start the game.

as the horn blares over head, you start thinking tactics. ultimately deciding to camp out in the area you're currently in.

you here loud pangs, and a 'what the fuck, matt!' before the announcer goes back over the intercom. "player 7, eliminated."

"shit." you mumble to yourself. the yelling was close, meaning matt had to be nearby too, considering he just got one of his brothers out.

you look around you, before quickly running to another wall. but as you reach the wall, your wrist is grabbed and you're shoved into a corner.

matt stands close to you, close enough that his body heat radiates against you. a devious smirk sitting on his face. "hi y/n,"

he leans down, pressing you against the wall, and his lips on to yours. your lips work perfectly in sync as he kisses you in the dark corner. "you're not very good at this," he giggles, pulling away for just a second before kissing you again.

you furrow your eyebrows. "what the hell does that mean?"

he takes a small step back before raising his laser gun, shooting you on the center of your vest.

"player 2, eliminated,"

"you get distracted too easily," he smirks. but before you can protest, he walks away, leaving you in the dark as your vest turns off, and your gun flashes 'dead' at you.