st7rnsangels

[st7rnsangels]

so cute

ᡴꪫ sum. the video camera of the memories you have with Chris... It sounds silly and I didn't know what to put here, you know what? Forget it.

warnings. fem! reader, use of moving images (gif) to help better stimulate the reader's imagination, use of inappropriate words.

an. for more like this click here, my first language is not english.

You and Chris have a habit of documenting absolutely everything you spend together, so whenever something happens, one of you takes out your cell phone and records the situation. Just to have a memory of those moments together.

During one of your many visits to Boston, you and Chris found yourself alone in the kitchen in the early morning. They were just going to eat some ice cream, but it ended in a fight with ice cream.

They both laugh quietly so as not to wake anyone in the house, Chris was shirtless, wearing only his gray pants and a silly cowboy hat.

"You are a mess." You make fun of your boyfriend while recording him.

Chris' torso was dirty because of the little war they had a moment ago with the cream. With a rag I try to clean the cream off his torso.

"This could be misinterpreted" Chris smiles and you place your hand on his bare torso and push him away from you.

"We just had a little cream fight," you explain.

"That's not helping," Chris jokes and you cut off the recording to scold him.

"Chris!" You laugh quietly and walk over to your boyfriend to subtly wipe some of the melted cream off his torso, you bring your finger to your mouth and smile. "If it's good"

How he flirts with you whenever he knows you're watching his stream. You don't normally take clips from streams, but you have to, whenever Chris is being silly.

"they're mentioning y/n." Matt notices the huge invasion of your name in the chat.

The game had not started yet, they were still in the waiting room at that time.

"Is she here?" Chris wonders and makes sure to read the chat for your presence.

As soon as his eyes scan the chat, he manages to spot your username among so many. Of course your name was so silly, "chrisgirlfriend" no need to mention that your own boyfriend was the one who changed it.

"ah hi y/n" Chris greets you and takes off his headphones to get rid of his hoodie.

You knew exactly what your boyfriend was trying to do when he took off his sweatshirt like that when he discovered your presence. You vaguely remember having a little conversation with Chris about that earlier.

"What are you looking at?" Chris lets his body show next to yours on his bed.

You had your phone in your hands while smiling, you showed him the screen of your phone. It was a clip of the Stream that some of your boyfriend's fans had uploaded on tiktok.

"It's absurd" Chris looks at the sky for a few seconds.

The clip was "absurd" according to Chris, it was about him simply acting "naturally", ruffling his hair in frustration, holding the back of his chair while waiting in the waiting room or simply reading the chat in silence.

"I think you look fucking sexy" you like the video and continue scrolling for yourself.

That was a small comment, you didn't think it would have any effect on Chris. But now you can see that it has and he just wants to get some of your attention.

"I saw you were flirting with me, just take off your shirt and come to bed!" You write in the chat.

"I don't know what crazy things y/n chat is saying, just ignore her." Chris pretends not to understand the reason for your message, but in reality he has understood it perfectly.

"what the fuck y/n!" Oops Matt has also managed to read it. Matt would scream when he reads one of your naughty comments towards Chris. "she's writing weird things..." Matt looks away from the chat.

"oh great, I'll make a clip of this" you write again in the chat followed by some laughs in capital letters.

You and Chris still remember that time when an absurd rumor about you two breaking up arose. During that time you both suffered a lot from the rumor, to the point that they were already very overwhelmed with assumptions.

Of course Nick and Matt addressed the issue in a video with the sole intention of making blushing cease to exist. They hated seeing their brother overwhelmed and not to mention how they attack you on your social networks.

The brothers did a question dynamic and took advantage of the moment to address the topic subtly...

"You and Y/N broke up?" Matt reads the question and can't help but laugh at his brother's expression.

Chris, tired of the subject, pretends to shoot himself in the throat.

"Answer quickly!" Nick shouts.

"No, no! Fuck! How am I going to break up with her?! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, stop jumping to crazy conclusions, she's in my bed right now." Chris replies, annoyed.

"damn" Matt murmurs.

"We didn't want to know that," Nick looks away.

"I meant he's sleeping." Chris rolls his eyes for a moment.

"We only asked the question because many of you are having an extremely childish attitude about it, We want to tell them that we are not in favor of the way they are behaving." Nick begins to give a little sermon about it.

"Yes, I was really surprised to see how they took absolutely everything out of context. When I read that somewhere I couldn't even take it seriously because literally y/n and Chris were right in front of me watching spongebob together on the couch." Matt laughs at the situation.

"I just stopped posting on her Instagram posts and everyone started speculating that we're done." Chris snorts in annoyance. "Why the hell would I comment on something if I was the one who selected the photos he uploaded?" Chris says this with an obvious tone of obviousness.

"You should see how Chris looks when y/n posts on Instagram" his brother's mocking nickname.

"Oh yeah, he's literally the one who presses the share button" Matt also makes fun of Chris and the three brothers laugh in amusement.

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[st7rnsangels]

no I GET YOU! like yes, once in a while, i enjoy a little spice but it’s so overwhelming whenever i search for some stories to read and it’s all mindless, repetitive smut. where’s the cute stories? where’s the fluff, the angst?

Can yall tag me in some cutesy fluffy chris stories??????? The smut is draining my BRAIN.

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hey gals reqs are open for sturniolo triplets !

plz plz plz request

[st7rnsangels]

ur account is so cute i love

thank you lovely !! 💕

[st7rnsangels]

normalize not using hashtags of people who ARENT what i searched.

tell me why when i search up chris sturniolo the next 4/5 posts are about matt.

IM GOING INSANE PLEASE STOP

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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

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born to simply make the post cute, forced to actually write the post instead of scrapping and imagining the same scenario for weeks

[st7rnsangels]

— rumours put to rest. chris sturniolo | versus tour

sypnosis. with all the girls flirting and complimenting with y/n’s famous boyfriend, chris sturniolo, she begins to feel self conscious of if she actually deserves this mini-celebrity she caught herself, especially with their relationship being a secret. bf!chris realized this and decided to put the rumours to rest once and for all.

warnings. flangst? self-consciousness, crying / comfort, fem!reader, that’s really all.

a/n. not sure where this inspiration came from but i’m feeling sappy today. also first post!!!!! like and reblog to support your favourite writers<3333

“ the need to be the best before the need to rest .. “

this was it; the versus tour was finally here, and my boyfriend was going on stage in front of hundreds of people.

a lot of girls found him attractive, that i knew was inevitable. but i could never get rid of this sickly feeling.

while he was out there, being admired by all these pre-teen girls, i was sat inside the trailer watching through a live-camera.

i wanted to be out there. i wanted to be the one admiring him.. he is my boyfriend of six months, after all.

and don’t get me wrong — chris is an amazing boyfriend, and i couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate to be paired with, but i was sick of being a secret.

i knew staying secret was the better choice, both for him and for me. i didn’t like the spotlight, and i didn’t want to deal with the rude comments by jealous girls, and he simply wasn’t ready to reveal our relationship yet.

i understood it, all of it.

yet, i couldn’t help but feel horrible about the situation i put myself in.

i watched as the girl brought on stage to be on his team was a little overly touchy, grabbing his arm, talking to him.

it was all in good-heart, i knew that, yet.. i still felt that twinge of my heart at every touch or glance or words spoken between them, telling me that it should be me on that stage making him laugh under his breath.

it hurt. my heart hurt from the guilt and sadness of being remained a secret, and i didn’t like it. at all.

i quickly wiped the tear from my cheek as i tried to remain positive seeing my boyfriend happy, and smiling, but it was hard with the constant flow of tears from my eyes that just didn’t seem to stop.

shit. why am i crying?

a voice is spoken from my phone, “alright, guys, we have to get going, but thank you so much for coming, it was a blast tonight!” nick said in the mic, turning to his brothers to signify it was time to go.

“awwww!” the crowd erupts.

“thank you guys!” matt’s distant voice says to the mic as he grabs his jacket and moves toward the exit.

chris waves goodbye to his parter that was brought onto the stage, giving her a quick smile and waving to the crowd as he followed his brother.

fuck. why did that hurt so bad? it shouldn’t, really.

i shut my phone off, tossing it across the tiny tour bed, and curled into myself. i brushed my tears away, running fingers through my hair.

it was all lighthearted, that’s what i should be thinking.

but the girl he was with was so beautiful. the kind of beautiful that makes your breath stop and your head feel dizzy.

looking at myself in the mirror across from the bed, i sigh.

chris should be with that kind of girl: effortlessly pretty, good smile, bubbly personality.. yet, i was the opposite. he clicked with her, because that was his match — the same loudness, eagerness, excitement and energy, she should be his type of match.

before i can spiral into my thoughts any longer, the door to the tour bus opens.

“oh my god, i’m spent.” nick huffs, placing his wallet and phone on the small table and falling against the couch.

“tell me about it, all day travelling and then a three hour show? i’m exhausted.” matt says, dropping his keys and jacket against the kitchen counter.

realizing they had already made their way to the bus, i quickly wipe my tears.

“hey, y/n.” nick waves, and i peek my head out, flashing the best smile i could.

“hi, nick.” i say back, huffing at the small croack in my voice.

and then, there was chris.

i watch as he walks over to me, smile on his face as he grabs my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “hi, baby.” he says, pulling away to look at my face.

and when his eyes land on my puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, his brows furrow.

“are you.. okay?” he whispers, quickly glancing to nick and matt who shrug their shoulders. he lets go of my face, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“yeah, um, i’m — i’m fine.” i sniff, wiping my tears, “just missing home.”

his eyes run over my face, almost as if inspecting me.

he leans closer, whispering. “do you wanna go outside? so we can talk.”

i glance toward nick and matt, pretending not to be listening, yet they were horrible at hiding their curiosity.

looking back to chris, i nod. he gives me a smile, lending out his hand which i take. the warmth of his hand seeps into my palm, giving me almost instant comfort he seems to always be able to give me.

he leads me toward the door, making a silent, quick gesture and muttering for matt to move his ass, which he does.

and as soon as that door opens, and i take a step outside, i feel instantly calmed down. i realized now that i had spent basically the last twelve hours inside that trailer.

chris squeezes my hand as we walk down the road, listening to the soft sounds of the forest and buzzing streets of the city ahead of us.

and as we found a place against a wall, he sighs and stops, leaning against it.

“so.. what’s wrong?” he says, letting go of my hand, wiping a small tear that i hadn’t realized ran down my cheek.

“i dunno, i just —.. i think i’m overreacting, it’s nothing to really—“

“baby.” chris cuts my off, resting a hand on my cheek, “it’s just me,” he tucks my hair behind my ear, “talk to me.”

i bite my lip. ponder his words.

“that girl you were partnered with today on stage?” i offer.

“what about her?” he asks.

“it’s just.. i dunno.” i look to my hands, picking at my nails, “she was so beautiful. and funny, and outgoing..”

his brows furrow, “where are you going with this?”

my teeth sink back into my lip, “do you ever.. think about how different our lives are?

“i mean, i’m this college student, becoming a teacher, and you’re a celebrity.” i shrug my shoulders, “do you ever think about being with.. with someone more compatible?”

“wait, just—“

“that girl in there, she was just like you.” i chuckle, before sniffing, “loud, funny, all bubbly and smiley like that..”

“y/n—“

“and i’m just.. some book nerd.”

“Y/N.” chris says, placing two hands on my shoulders. “please, let me talk.

my lips form a tight line, my throat aching from a sob wanting to come from my throat.

“i love you.” he says in a breathy tone, “only you. i don’t care about how different our lives are; you’re the only girl i want.”

“you.. you love me?” i whisper.

a smile forms on his lips as he brushes a thumb across my cheek.

“of course i do, dummy.” he says, pulling me closer by a hand on my back clothed by his hoodie — his favourite hoodie.

“now, can you stop crying so i can kiss you?” he says, licking his lips, “‘been thinking about you the whole show.”

i giggle. “you’re such a loser.”

“only for you, baby.”

[st7rnsangels]

— rumours put to rest. chris sturniolo | versus tour

sypnosis. with all the girls flirting and complimenting with y/n’s famous boyfriend, chris sturniolo, she begins to feel self conscious of if she actually deserves this mini-celebrity she caught herself, especially with their relationship being a secret. bf!chris realized this and decided to put the rumours to rest once and for all.

warnings. flangst? self-consciousness, crying / comfort, fem!reader, that’s really all.

a/n. not sure where this inspiration came from but i’m feeling sappy today. also first post!!!!! like and reblog to support your favourite writers<3333

“ the need to be the best before the need to rest .. “

this was it; the versus tour was finally here, and my boyfriend was going on stage in front of hundreds of people.

a lot of girls found him attractive, that i knew was inevitable. but i could never get rid of this sickly feeling.

while he was out there, being admired by all these pre-teen girls, i was sat inside the trailer watching through a live-camera.

i wanted to be out there. i wanted to be the one admiring him.. he is my boyfriend of six months, after all.

and don’t get me wrong — chris is an amazing boyfriend, and i couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate to be paired with, but i was sick of being a secret.

i knew staying secret was the better choice, both for him and for me. i didn’t like the spotlight, and i didn’t want to deal with the rude comments by jealous girls, and he simply wasn’t ready to reveal our relationship yet.

i understood it, all of it.

yet, i couldn’t help but feel horrible about the situation i put myself in.

i watched as the girl brought on stage to be on his team was a little overly touchy, grabbing his arm, talking to him.

it was all in good-heart, i knew that, yet.. i still felt that twinge of my heart at every touch or glance or words spoken between them, telling me that it should be me on that stage making him laugh under his breath.

it hurt. my heart hurt from the guilt and sadness of being remained a secret, and i didn’t like it. at all.

i quickly wiped the tear from my cheek as i tried to remain positive seeing my boyfriend happy, and smiling, but it was hard with the constant flow of tears from my eyes that just didn’t seem to stop.

shit. why am i crying?

a voice is spoken from my phone, “alright, guys, we have to get going, but thank you so much for coming, it was a blast tonight!” nick said in the mic, turning to his brothers to signify it was time to go.

“awwww!” the crowd erupts.

“thank you guys!” matt’s distant voice says to the mic as he grabs his jacket and moves toward the exit.

chris waves goodbye to his parter that was brought onto the stage, giving her a quick smile and waving to the crowd as he followed his brother.

fuck. why did that hurt so bad? it shouldn’t, really.

i shut my phone off, tossing it across the tiny tour bed, and curled into myself. i brushed my tears away, running fingers through my hair.

it was all lighthearted, that’s what i should be thinking.

but the girl he was with was so beautiful. the kind of beautiful that makes your breath stop and your head feel dizzy.

looking at myself in the mirror across from the bed, i sigh.

chris should be with that kind of girl: effortlessly pretty, good smile, bubbly personality.. yet, i was the opposite. he clicked with her, because that was his match — the same loudness, eagerness, excitement and energy, she should be his type of match.

before i can spiral into my thoughts any longer, the door to the tour bus opens.

“oh my god, i’m spent.” nick huffs, placing his wallet and phone on the small table and falling against the couch.

“tell me about it, all day travelling and then a three hour show? i’m exhausted.” matt says, dropping his keys and jacket against the kitchen counter.

realizing they had already made their way to the bus, i quickly wipe my tears.

“hey, y/n.” nick waves, and i peek my head out, flashing the best smile i could.

“hi, nick.” i say back, huffing at the small croack in my voice.

and then, there was chris.

i watch as he walks over to me, smile on his face as he grabs my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “hi, baby.” he says, pulling away to look at my face.

and when his eyes land on my puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, his brows furrow.

“are you.. okay?” he whispers, quickly glancing to nick and matt who shrug their shoulders. he lets go of my face, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“yeah, um, i’m — i’m fine.” i sniff, wiping my tears, “just missing home.”

his eyes run over my face, almost as if inspecting me.

he leans closer, whispering. “do you wanna go outside? so we can talk.”

i glance toward nick and matt, pretending not to be listening, yet they were horrible at hiding their curiosity.

looking back to chris, i nod. he gives me a smile, lending out his hand which i take. the warmth of his hand seeps into my palm, giving me almost instant comfort he seems to always be able to give me.

he leads me toward the door, making a silent, quick gesture and muttering for matt to move his ass, which he does.

and as soon as that door opens, and i take a step outside, i feel instantly calmed down. i realized now that i had spent basically the last twelve hours inside that trailer.

chris squeezes my hand as we walk down the road, listening to the soft sounds of the forest and buzzing streets of the city ahead of us.

and as we found a place against a wall, he sighs and stops, leaning against it.

“so.. what’s wrong?” he says, letting go of my hand, wiping a small tear that i hadn’t realized ran down my cheek.

“i dunno, i just —.. i think i’m overreacting, it’s nothing to really—“

“baby.” chris cuts my off, resting a hand on my cheek, “it’s just me,” he tucks my hair behind my ear, “talk to me.”

i bite my lip. ponder his words.

“that girl you were partnered with today on stage?” i offer.

“what about her?” he asks.

“it’s just.. i dunno.” i look to my hands, picking at my nails, “she was so beautiful. and funny, and outgoing..”

his brows furrow, “where are you going with this?”

my teeth sink back into my lip, “do you ever.. think about how different our lives are?

“i mean, i’m this college student, becoming a teacher, and you’re a celebrity.” i shrug my shoulders, “do you ever think about being with.. with someone more compatible?”

“wait, just—“

“that girl in there, she was just like you.” i chuckle, before sniffing, “loud, funny, all bubbly and smiley like that..”

“y/n—“

“and i’m just.. some book nerd.”

“Y/N.” chris says, placing two hands on my shoulders. “please, let me talk.

my lips form a tight line, my throat aching from a sob wanting to come from my throat.

“i love you.” he says in a breathy tone, “only you. i don’t care about how different our lives are; you’re the only girl i want.”

“you.. you love me?” i whisper.

a smile forms on his lips as he brushes a thumb across my cheek.

“of course i do, dummy.” he says, pulling me closer by a hand on my back clothed by his hoodie — his favourite hoodie.

“now, can you stop crying so i can kiss you?” he says, licking his lips, “‘been thinking about you the whole show.”

i giggle. “you’re such a loser.”

“only for you, baby.”

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||*. matt sturniolo masterlist

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( .. coming soon)

✦ — one shots

( .. coming soon )

✦ — smau | messages, insta, etc..

( .. coming soon )

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||*. chris sturniolo masterlist

✦ — drabbles / thirsts:

( .. coming soon )

✦ — one shots

rumours put to rest

✦ — series

( .. coming soon )

✦ — smau | messages, insta, etc

( .. coming soon )

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✦ st7rnsangels rules for requests . . .

||*. BEFORE YOU REQUEST… please note:

1. i am a minor who writes nsfw/smut on occasion. please only request if you feel comfortable with this!

↳ i won’t be writing extremely rough or aggressive smut. it will mostly be vanilla!

2. i require at least a one to two week period for one shot requests to be finished. i write entirely at my own pace, meaning requests may take a while to be published.

3. i have the right to deny your request if i do not feel comfortable writing.

4. i will not be writing boyxboy. requests for nick sturniolo will be strictly platonic — i simply am just uncomfortable writing it as a woman

||*. rules / guidelines

safe for work

YES!

↳ fluff, angst, flangst, kissing / making out, substance use, etc.

NO!

↳ boyxboy, tickling… sorry!

not safe for work

YES!

↳ vanilla, sub/dom dynamic, overstimulation, edging, sub!boy/dom!reader, oral, penetration, etc..

NO!

↳ choking, too rough, non!con, pet/age play, pegging, vore, pedophilia, etc..

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st7rnsangels masterlist . . .

SFW & NSFW

chris sturniolo

matt sturniolo

nick sturniolo

vinnie hacker

( .. more coming soon )

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— PLEASE NOTE! ..

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