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His arms bro

HES SO FUCKING FINE

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No literally

“Sturniolo Tumblr is dead”

Y’all don’t interact with small/new creators 😂😂😂 So of course it’s dead when you just rotate the same 5 people. Tf.

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!! once you’re given this award, you’re supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight people who deserve it. if you break the chain, nothing happens but it’s good to know so. i think you are beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself!! 💕💕

I'm sobbing

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how would matt react to candy talking about the future? not necessarily with him but iykwim :3 🫧

pornstar!matt doesn’t like hearing camgirl!reader talk about her future.

you had been going on and on about your future with matt sitting next you, in bed. he wasn’t exactly sure how it even came about but he was fucking fuming. it’s not like he was jealous, he doesn’t care about who you end up with but couldn’t you have an ounce of respect?

“i wanna live in a big house, although a penthouse would be nice but i want something colorful and homey— no offense.” did he mention that you were also in his house, talking about your future? pathetic really. “do you think we’d be… friends?”

okay, maybe he was jealous. the question caught him off guard, he wouldn’t want to see you with anyone else but he was never going to admit that as much as you wanted to hear it. “no.” he replies coldly and disinterested.

a frown appeared on your lips and he watched from the corner of his eye that you stopped petting your bunnies head. he breathes deeply, letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think your husband would like that.” he said so bitterly, clenching his jaw.

“well if he’s gonna be my husband, he has to like all of my friends.” you say, watching your pet dog open the door to matt’s bedroom, jumping onto the bed. “isn’t that right, bella?” you cooed, playing with her fluffy ear.

“including one who you had sex with various times and filmed it?”

“nevermind.”

the conversion faded away, leaving you both in an uncomfortable silence as he rested his head back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. younger him would’ve been ecstatic, he was finally rich and could get any girl he ever wanted but the woman laying next to him changed his view, his ways.

he was still sure he didn’t want to end up in a committed relationship, but maybe he’d loved to see you wearing a diamond ring, flaunting around in a long summer dress with a tiny belly in your dream home that he bought. he lets out another deep sigh, he was fucked.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ this felt so so rushed i’m sorry but i hope you love it and thank you to inez for helping me out!

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

introducing.. best friend! matt and pregnant! reader

You’re pregnant… and alone. The father bailed, your family’s disappointed, and everything feels like it’s falling apart— until Matt, your longtime best friend, steps in with a lifeline you never expected:

“Come live with me. I’ll help you raise the baby.”

Matt has always been your rock. Your emergency contact. Your ride-or-die. The one who shows up at 3 a.m. without asking why. The one who held your hand through every doctor’s appointment, helped paint the nursery, Googled what “lightning crotch” meant at 2 a.m., and never once flinched when things got hard.

Now you’re living together, navigating baby registries and late-night cravings, building a new kind of life you never saw coming. And somewhere in the middle of burp cloths and ultrasound photos… you’ve started falling for him.

He’s gentle but protective. Quiet but warm. He cooks your cravings without complaint, hums in the kitchen while folding baby clothes, and makes dumb jokes to make you laugh when you forget how. You never meant to fall for your best friend— but one night, when he brushes hair from your face and murmurs, “You’re not doing this alone. Not now. Not ever,” you realize…

Maybe you weren’t just meant to survive this.. maybe you were meant to love him.

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Holy shit I forgot about this ahhhhhhh I'm so excited

OH I HAD ANOTHER BOT IDEA! Pregnant!reader and BSF!Matt or Chris. Matt/Chris is their best friend who lets reader move in with him and helps her raise the baby and they fall in love

it's LONG OVERDUEE! and im FINALLYYY getting to do this.. ughh im on it babes.. i didnt forget you.. i just tested it and lorddd... yall i love this bot so muchh .. like always stay tuned <3

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At this point. I'm considering taking a break from this Fandom cause bitch what the fuck is wrong with some of these ppl

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guys pls i have 60+ screenshots of everything this girl done to leak the triplets including faking messages… savethesturniolos on twitter has so much evidence and are desperately trying to reach out to someone!!

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unfortunately..this genuinely needs to be said: if you are stalking the sturniolos, showing up at places they’ve been, or trying to figure out where they live, that is not normal fan behavior. it’s invasive, scary, and straight-up dangerous for both parties.

there comes a point where parasocial attachment can cross over into something obsessive or delusional—where someone convinces themselves they belong in that person’s life. in some cases, it may even resemble some sort of parasocial psychosis, which could be a serious disconnection from reality, where boundaries disappear and entitlement takes over.

the triplets are real people. they deserve privacy, safety, and peace just like anyone else. being a fan does not give you permission to violate those boundaries.

please respect them. stalking and doxxing—or even trying to—isn’t just crossing a line. it’s blowing past it in the most terrifying way possible.

do better. and if you see this kind of behavior, say something. protecting creators starts with their community.

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crowned in chaos | c.s

— royal! chris x rebel! fem reader | ever after high oneshot

— warnings: mild legacy pressure (family expectations), emotional angst (resolved), implied rebellion, disownment themes, kissing (soft, not explicit), mild romantic tension, ever after high au (non-canon worldbuilding)

At Ever After High, legacy is everything—but you’ve never been one to follow the script. As the chaotic daughter of the Mad Hatter, you’re all mismatched laces, upside-down tea parties, and rebellion. Prince Christopher Charming? He’s everything you shouldn’t want—golden boy, rule-follower, crown prince of perfection. But when stolen moments turn into something softer, deeper, and far too real, you’re both faced with the ultimate question: Do you follow the life written for you… or rewrite the story for love?

requested by moot! | word count: 1.1k | divider by @bernardsbendystraws

There’s something wrong with the world when your teacup spins faster than the sun—but that’s Wonderland logic. And Wonderland logic? That’s exactly what you were born into.

You’re the daughter of the Mad Hatter. Which means your whole existence is stitched together with riddles, rebellion, and just enough glitter to make your head hurt. You don’t walk the halls of Ever After High so much as waltz through them backward in mismatched boots, humming lullabies no one else understands.

You refused to sign your Legacy Day contract last year, tossed your scripted fate into the Spell Lake like it was yesterday’s tea. Everyone called it reckless. You called it liberation.

Which is why it makes absolutely no sense that he keeps looking at you. Prince Christopher Charming.

Son of King and Queen Charming. A golden-boy legacy with a jaw carved from prophecy and a smile straight off the “Best Hair” yearbook page. He’s everything you’re not—dutiful, royal, destined. He walks like the whole world is watching, and maybe it is.

And yet there he is. Standing at the edge of your clearing, blinking into the chaos of your makeshift tea party with a look that’s half amusement, half wonder.

“That’s… a very intense kettle,” he says.

You glance over your shoulder, unbothered, spinning a chipped teacup on your fingertip. “And you’re a very lost prince.”

He doesn’t leave. Which is mistake number one.

Mistake number two? He sits.

Right there. On the edge of your mushroom-shaped table, looking entirely out of place in his royal blues and perfect posture. He’s got no idea what to do with his hands, and his crown looks like it’s afraid of dirt.

“I was just walking,” he says. “Didn’t know anyone else came out this far.”

“That’s the point,” you reply, sipping tea upside-down. “Most people don’t like spending time with girls who speak in riddles and break heirlooms for fun.”

His lips quirk. Just barely. “Maybe I’m not most people.”

You laugh, short and bright. “Careful, Charming. Talk like that and someone might mistake you for interesting.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t leave either.

And that’s how it begins. He keeps coming back.

At first, you think it’s curiosity. Boredom. Some princely dare. But over time, it becomes a pattern—tea in the forest, late-night library chats, laughter tucked into corners of the school like secrets only you two are in on. You find him behind the greenhouse, beneath the bleachers, once in the Headmaster’s office (which is still a mystery, because why was he even there?).

Each time, he’s a little less polished. A little less poised.

And each time, you find yourself watching him a little longer than you should.

You ask him, once, in the corner of the spell library where the dust smells like history and rebellion, “Don’t you have a destiny to rehearse?”

He shrugs, flipping through a book that’s definitely upside-down. “Maybe I’m looking for a better ending.”

You try not to let your heart show. Try to keep your voice as casual as always. “And what would that look like, Your Highness?”

He glances over, slow and soft. “You tell me. You’re the expert in rewriting stories.”

You don’t answer. You just turn the page and hope he can’t hear the way your pulse stutters.

Rumors start, of course. They always do.

The Rebel and the Royal. Chaos and Crown. Some people laugh. Others whisper. A few look at you with disdain, like your madness might be contagious. Duchess Swan says, with the flattest voice imaginable, “You do know he’s not going to pick you, right?”

You smile, sip your tea, and say, “He already has.”

Because even if he hasn’t said it out loud yet—even if you haven’t dared ask—his eyes speak louder than any fairytale prophecy ever could.

But Legacy Day is coming. Fast. And you’re not stupid.

You know what that means. The night before the ceremony, it rains.

Of course it does. Fate has always had a flair for the dramatic.

You’re sitting beneath the Storybook Fountain, coat pulled tight around your shoulders, watching droplets ripple in the water. You don’t expect him to show.

But he does.

Soaked through, breathless, his cloak hanging limp from his frame like a ghost of the future he’s supposed to want. His hair’s a mess. His crown is gone.

He looks human.

“I can’t do it,” he says, voice thick with rain and something else—fear, maybe. “I can’t stand up there tomorrow and pretend like I don’t—”

He stops himself.

You stand, slow, water dripping from your sleeves, and ask the question you’ve been too scared to say out loud.

“Like you don’t what?”

His eyes lock on yours. And this time, he doesn’t hesitate.

“Like I don’t love you.”

You forget how to breathe.

The world tilts, spins like a teacup on a runaway coaster, and all you can do is laugh—wet and wrecked and full of disbelief.

“Chris—”

“I know it’s insane,” he rushes on. “I know it breaks every rule. My parents will lose it. I’ll probably be disinherited. But gods, I don’t care. I don’t want a perfect princess or a rehearsed life. I want you. I want chaos and tea parties and glitter in my sheets and—”

You kiss him. You don’t wait for another word. You just grab him by the lapels and pull him down into you, and he tastes like rain and rebellion and every damn dream you swore you’d never admit.

It’s messy. Too much teeth. Not enough time.

But it’s real.. yet also like a dream.

Legacy Day dawns.

The hall is packed. Gold and velvet everywhere. The Book of Legends sits heavy on its pedestal. One by one, students step forward. One by one, they sign.

When your name is called, you don’t move. Not until he does.

Chris walks down the aisle. Alone. Crownless. Hand in his pocket, eyes only on you. And then he offers his hand.

Gasps ripple through the crowd. Headmaster Grimm blanches. Queen Charming rises from her seat. But you take his hand anyway and together, you step to the front.

“I won’t sign,” he says clearly, proudly. Neither do you. The book snaps shut. The world shatters around you in murmurs and mayhem.

But his fingers are laced in yours.

And suddenly, everything makes sense.

Later, much later, when the chaos fades and the crowd clears, you sit with him beneath the clocktower.

His jacket’s around your shoulders. Your boots are muddy. You’ve never felt more alive.

“So what now?” he asks, glancing sideways at you.

You lean your head on his shoulder. “Now we spill the tea.”

He laughs. “And after that?”

You grin. “We live madly ever after, obviously.”

He turns toward you, nose brushing yours, eyes soft and stormy.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I could get used to that.”

a/n: obsessed with this and i hope you did too <33 something about world building au's omggg

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh u actually did it!!!!!

I have a bot idea.

Ever after high.

Royal!Matt and royal!reader.

Matt is the second son, so technically, he isn't supposed to be with the reader. But because Nick is gay he can't be readers prince(he is her best friend) so it turns out Matt is her prince.

You can decide their parents but I'm low-key seeing the triplets bring rapunzel and Flynn's sons.

introducing.. royal! matt and royal! reader

Prince Matt of Corona was never meant to be a headline. As the second-born son of Rapunzel and Flynn Rider, he grew up watching his older brother Nick embody perfection: charming, clever, everyone’s favorite. Matt, on the other hand? He’s the one slipping out of royal banquets early, scaling the castle walls for air, and skipping protocol in favor of freedom. He’s clever in a quieter way, sarcastic when he’s nervous, and lowkey romantic even if he’ll never admit it out loud.

Ever After High expected him to stay in the background. Just another royal supporting a legacy he was never chosen for. But everything changes when you arrive.. the poised and dazzling daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming. You’re meant to be with his brother. The Storybook of Legends says so.

But Nick’s not interested in princesses. And Matt? Matt’s never wanted anything the way he wants you.

He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve.. it’s tucked behind that cocky smirk and the way he says “princess” like it’s both a joke and a promise. He’s the wrong prince, the forgotten heir, the one who wasn’t supposed to matter.

And yet… When you’re near, the magic hums. And it’s not Nick your heart stumbles for. It’s Matt.

a/n: I LOVE THIS REQUEST like i was reliving my childhood omgg.. also i lowkey wanna make a fic off of this bot.. so stay tuned 👀😝

𐔌 . ⋮ chat with royal! matt sturniolo here .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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I adore you!

Shit babe someone has done nates little sister.....I haven't seen a twin sister or older sister tho

THEN DO THAT BABY!!! (i already have a new AU idea im working on rn)

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Or we can both do it and I can make nates sister his twin....

GUYS has anyone done Matt Sturniolo X Nate’s little sister? Or Chris Sturniolo X Nate’s little sister?

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.......................I don't think so.............I kinda want too now but lol

GUYS has anyone done Matt Sturniolo X Nate’s little sister? Or Chris Sturniolo X Nate’s little sister?

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Lele doing queen shit again

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TREND: CALLING MY BOYFRIEND'S BROTHERS * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where Y/N and Matt do the TikTok trend 'calling my boyfriend's brothers to see if they would cover for him'.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

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.

"Okay, ready?" Matt asked, lifting his thumb above the screen as he hovered over the red circle inside the TikTok app.

They were both sat on her bed, Matt’s socked feet crossing over hers at the foot of the off-white comforter covered mattress, her shoulder leaning into his comfortably. The phone was perched at arm's length, front camera facing them, perfectly angled to catch both of their faces.

Y/N adjusted herself slightly so she was fully in the frame, brushing her hair behind her ear so her face was fully seen.

"Yeah." She nod. Matt tapped the screen, and a countdown blinked.

3... 2... 1...

As soon as the camera started recording, Y/N turned to it with an excited smile.

"Hi! So, I’m about to call Matt’s brothers, Chris and Nick, and pretend that Matt told me he was going to them a few hours ago. But he’s obviously right here, so we’re gonna see if they cover for him or not." She said rapidly, her words tumbling over each other.

Matt leaned into the frame with a nod.

"Try Chris first." He said, eyes glinting with anticipation.

Y/N turned her head to give him a raised eyebrow. She held the expression for the camera, too, before letting a crooked smile slip as she looked down at her own phone, her fingers already scrolling her favorites list.

"Alright." She muttered, finding Chris’s contact and selecting it. She pressed the speaker and quickly moved her phone closer to Matt’s so his phone could catch all the audio.

The dial tone filled the room, ringing for some seconds.

Matt tilted his head, whispering.

"He’s not gonna answer. Watch. I bet he’s like passed out or somethi-"

But before he could finish that sentence, the ringing stopped.

"Hello?" Chris’s voice came through, slightly raspy like he had indeed just woken up.

Matt’s lips snapped shut. He stared at her phone, frozen.

Y/N’s voice was suddenly sugar-sweet.

"Hey, it’s Y/N."

"Yeah, I know it’s you." Chris replied instantly, with the most guy best friend-coded dry tone ever. "What do you want?"

Y/N’s shoulders shook with a held-in laugh.

"Matt left my place a few hours ago, said he was going back home, but he’s not picking up his phone, so I just wanted to check..." She started, trying to keep her voice casual. "Is he there?"

The other end of the line went quiet.

Matt leaned forward like he was about to climb through the speaker. His eyebrows raised as the silence dragged.

"He said he was coming home?"

Y/N widened her eyes at Matt, giving a subtle nod to her phone.

"Yeah. Like two hours ago."

"Oh... yeah." Chris said, and Y/N's mouth dropped open. "Yeah, he is. He got here like a little while ago. We were actually thinking of streaming soon."

Matt whipped his head to look at Y/N, then to her phone, then back to her. He looked surprised that Chris would actually cover for him but was afraid of Y/N's reaction at the same time.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Oh, okay, cool. Could you pass him the phone real quick? I just need to talk to him for a sec."

There was a beat.

"Uhh... I think he’s sleeping." Chris said, voice feigning uncertainty. "He just went to his room."

Matt pressed his lips in a thin line, his whole body trembling as he tried not to burst into laughter. His knees came up instinctively, curling in as he looked at Y/N.

Chris was a terrible liar.

How could they be planning to stream if he 'just went to his room'?

Y/N tilted her head at the phone.

"Oh. Hm. Could you wake him up? It’s kind of important."

Another pause.

She raised her brows and slowly turned her head to Matt with eyes that screamed 'he’s about to give up'. But instead, Chris's voice returned, smooth as butter.

"Yeah, hold on. I can do that. Gimme a sec."

The faint sound of rustling blankets and a bed creaking came through the speaker, as if Chris had actually gotten up.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, shoulders bouncing as he laughed into his hand, trying desperately not to let a sound, the phone in his hand shaking with his movements.

Y/N looked at the camera, then back at her phone when more sounds kept echoing from it.

Thump.

Rustle.

Creak.

The sound of a bedroom door opening. Then faint, echoing footsteps down a hallway.

Thump-thump.

Thump.

Stairs?

"No way." Y/N whispered, jaw slowly dropping. Her hand hovered over her mouth, eyes wide in absolute disbelief as her phone blared the unmistakable sound of Chris stomping upstairs. "There’s no way he’s actually going to your room."

Matt was frozen next to her, frowning while trying to control his breathing from his laughter.

Then, click.

A door opened.

And a light switch flicked.

Y/N let out a little gasp, turning to Matt, mouth half-open in shock.

"Did he just-?"

Matt’s eyes traveled to her from her phone screen.

"I think so."

And then, Chris’s voice came through again. Muffled at first, like he was calling into the void.

"Matt? Matt!"

Y/N’s hand flew to her screen, muting her side of the call so fast it nearly slipped from her grip.

"Oh my god." She blurted out in a loud laugh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He’s actually trying to wake you up."

Matt, beside her, laughed just as hard, shaking his head in disbelief, his phone wobbling in his hand as it continued to record.

Chris didn’t stop.

"Matt, wake up."

"Wake the fuck up, Matt."

"C’mon, dude. Your girl wants to talk to you."

Y/N slapped a hand over her face, muffling her laughter against her palm so it wouldn't disturb the call audio. Matt leaned his head back, lips trembling, hand on his stomach like he was in physical pain.

"Thank you for muting it." Matt muttered, so only Y/N could hear him. "I would’ve choked if I had to hold back any longer."

Y/N’s nodded, silent tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She was trying so hard to be respectful of the bit, but it was a losing battle.

And then Chris’s voice echoed louder, like he was back to talking to Y/N - and not "Matt" -, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Y/N, I don’t know what you gave to him." He said in complete deadpan. "But he won't wake up for anything. You put him in a coma or something."

Y/N took a deep breath, biting her lip so hard it actually hurt. She unmuted her phone with a shaky thumb, still snorting between breaths.

"He isn’t waking up?" She asked, voice cracking with the effort to sound normal.

Chris didn’t even hesitate.

"No. I literally shook him. I yelled in his ear. He didn’t even move. I’m not even sure he’s breathing, bro."

Matt, curled up beside her, let out a strangled squeak as he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, laughing so hard but still trying to keep it quiet.

Y/N’s lip wobbled from trying to suppress a smile.

"Alright, well- uh... can you tell him to call me when he wakes up?"

"Yeah, yeah." Chris said like he was already on his way back downstairs. "I’ll try again in a few, or I’ll text you. He’s probably just dead tired. I gotchu."

"Thanks, Chris." Y/N managed to say through clenched teeth.

"Mhmm. Talk soon."

Click.

Y/N dropped the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. She didn’t even have time to recover before Matt’s phone started vibrating in his hand while it was still recording.

Chris.

Y/N and Matt made eye contact, stunned for half a second before the hysterical laughter burst out of both of them simultaneously.

"He's calling me." Matt said to the camera, voice raspy from laughing too hard.

Y/N leaned closer to Matt, cheeks still warm from all the laughter, her voice slightly breathless as she spoke directly into the front lens.

"Alright. Time for Nick. But I’m gonna switch it up a bit ‘cause he’s at the Space Camp office today for some meetings, so if I say you were supposed to meet him there, he won’t be as suspicious."

Matt, leaning back on one elbow with a squint in his eye, let out a low hum.

"Bold of you to assume Nick’s gonna cover for me. You know we’re not the glue here."

Y/N gave him an innocent glance.

"What do you mean?"

He smirked and gestured vaguely at her face.

"You and Nick are like, glued together. He’s obsessed with you. He’s gonna throw me under the bus faster than you can say lip balm."

Y/N dramatically rolled her eyes.

"You’re just scared."

Matt made a pfft sound.

"Yeah, right."

With that, Y/N pulled her phone back up, scrolling through her contacts until Nick’s name popped up, paired with about seven different sparkly emojis and a shooting star. She grinned, tapped 'call', set it on speaker, and moved her phone next to Matt’s again.

It didn’t even ring twice.

"Hey, queen!" Nick’s voice chirped through the speaker, a little too loud and echoey from what was clearly a busy office.

You could faintly hear a door closing, chairs scraping, and someone saying 'That’s not the right shade for the summer launch' in the background.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Nick! Hi!"

Matt groaned and covered his face with his free hand. Y/N slapped his thigh to shut him up, trying not to laugh.

"Um, I’m so sorry to bother you at office day." She continued, letting her voice take on the sweet, clueless tone. "But Matt left my apartment a few hours ago and said he was coming to your office? To help out with the Space Camp shoot or something? He’s not answering his phone, and I was just wondering if he made it to you okay."

There was silence on the line.

Y/N’s smile grew slow and devilish as she waited.

"... He said he was coming here?" Nick asked, his tone completely suspicious, laced with genuine confusion.

Matt pressed his lips in a thin line. Nick would kill him.

Y/N nodded.

"Yeah." She replied sweetly. "He said he was gonna help you take some pictures?"

There was another half-second pause.

"That little bitch."

Y/N choked, slapping her free hand over her mouth so fast she nearly knocked her phone off the bed. Her shoulders shook violently as she turned wide eyes on Matt, who looked deeply offended.

"I told you!" Matt mouthed, pointing at her with a betrayed look.

Nick continued, completely unaware of the chaos he’d caused on the other end of the line.

"No. No, queen. He did not come here. He never told me he was coming here. I even asked him this morning if he could pick me up after the shoot, and he had the audacity to say no because he was spending the day at your place." He sounded like he was pacing now.

Matt’s hand was now covering both his eyes, shaking his head.

Y/N slowly lowered her own hand, trying to breathe.

"Wait... so he’s not there?"

"No!" Nick practically yelled. "He hasn’t even stepped foot into this building today. This man lied to your face. He betrayed my trust. And he skipped being my chauffeur."

Y/N sent a pointed look to Matt. She always told him to pick Nick up if he asked for it, or at least make Chris do it.

Matt squinted at her, whispering as lowly as possible so Nick wouldn't hear.

"Don’t you dare side with him. He called me a bitch."

Nick continued on the other side of the phone.

"Did you try calling Chris? Maybe Matt went home. You didn’t check with him?"

Y/N let out the most exaggerated sigh, forcing her brows to furrow and her voice to drop.

"No... no, I haven’t. I-I just figured if he said he was with you, then..."

Matt raised his eyebrows at her acting, but she waved him off.

"Oh, sweetheart." Nick said gently, his entire tone doing a 180. You could hear the pout forming on his lips. "Hey. Listen to me. I’ll try calling him, okay? Both Matt and Chris. I swear, if that little fucker is playing hide and seak, I’ll find him. But I promise you he wouldn’t do anything wrong."

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile and nodded seriously like she was actually worried Matt had evaporated into thin air.

"Okay. Please, just let me know as soon as you find out anything?"

"Of course." Nick replied immediately. "I’ll call you the second I get anything. And if he doesn’t pick up my calls, I’m going to kill him myself."

Matt raised an unimpressed brow and muttered a low 'Charming', rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head.

Y/N beamed.

"Thanks, Nick. Oh, and when the shoot’s done, lemme know, and I’ll come get you, okay?"

Nick gasped dramatically.

"You’re the best. See, Matt could never. Love you, queen."

"Love you more." Y/N chimed before tapping the screen to end the call.

As soon as the line disconnected, she turned slowly to Matt with a look that could only be described as smug. Chin high, eyes gleaming, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

"Nick passed." She announced. "He would never lie to me. Not even to save your sorry little ass."

Matt raised both brows in surrender and shrugged, looking toward his still-recording phone.

"I told you he wouldn’t cover for me. That man would rat me out to the FBI if it meant you’d still do his nails next week."

Y/N smirked, reaching over to grab one of her throw pillows and hugging it to her chest, feeling victorious.

"And for the record, yeah, Nick really would beat the shit outta me if I ghosted you for two hours-"

His words were interrupted by a soft chime echoing from Matt’s phone. At the top of the screen, a message banner rolled in from their shared triplet group chat.

Nick:

@Matt WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Y/N froze.

Matt blinked once, twice, then turned slowly toward Y/N.

"Well, he said he would chase you down, so..." Y/N shrugged, smiling.

RING RING.

The phone echoed into a vibrating buzzing. It was Nick. Calling Matt. Y/N’s phone started ringing two seconds later, and Y/N's eyes were quick to meet the caller ID, Chris. Now he wanted answers, too.

Matt stared at the double call screens with dead eyes.

"I have never regretted anything faster in my life."

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