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sturnboos · 18 hours ago
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matt with a beard. matt in the pink hersheys shirt. matt in all black. matt with a backwards hat. matt with his keys in his belt loop. matt in the grey zip up taking a mirror pic with the canon digital camera. matt in prada. matt driving. matt’s newest license photo. matt holding a bunny. matt’s rings. matt wearing that stupid sexy sliver chain. matt in my bed underneath me while i ride him.
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sturnboos · 18 hours ago
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This clip makes me wanna make a dad!matt au
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sturnboos · 19 hours ago
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CHAPTER TWELVE - real besties
You were still holding Matt’s hand when it happened. A snort. A very obvious, completely unstealthy snort coming from… a plant? Matt turned toward the sound, eyebrows pinched. “Did that… plant just laugh?”
You followed his gaze only to see a pair of sneakers sticking out from behind the planter. Then a whisper hissed: “Shut up!” “their looking this way!” Out stumbled Chris, holding his phone like it was a walkie-talkie, followed closely by Nick, who looked way too proud of himself.
“Ta-da!” Nick grinned. “Your surprise audience! lovely to meet you for real pixel”
Matt blinked. “so you ditched me then spied on us?”
Chris grinned. “Correction: we watched from a safe observational distance.”
“Like creeps,” Matt muttered.
“You’re welcome,” Nick added, clearly unbothered. “Romance doesn’t just write itself.”
You couldn’t stop laughing. The whole thing was so ridiculous. “Were you… hiding this whole time?”
“Yeah.” Chris adjusted his hoodie hood like a spy.
Nick pointed at chris. “I told you he had it in him.”
“You should come back with us,” Chris had said, casual as ever. “Hang out for a bit. The hotel’s boring without someone to make fun of Nick.”
You weren’t sure if they were serious until Matt looked at you with that soft, crooked smile and said, “You don’t have to go just yet.”
So now here you were, on the couch of a very expensive hotel suite, curled into a blanket sitting between Matt and Nick, while Chris argued with the TV remote on the other side of Nick.
“We are not watching a horror movie,” he declared.
Nick, stretched across the other end of the couch, groaned. “You’re the worst. I bet you flinch during the jump scares in scooby doo.”
Matt pointed at you. “Pixel gets to decide. She’s our guest after all.”
Your face was already hurting from smiling. “Honestly? I kind of want something chill.”
“YES.” Chris immediately pulled up a comfort movie some old animated one with nostalgic vibes and a weirdly catchy soundtrack.
There was popcorn, stolen from the minibar. A bowl of sour candy Matt insisted on sharing though he kept 'accidentally' picking out your favorite pieces first to hand you (he remembered you mentioned them on the game once). Chris sat on the floor, back against the couch, doing funny commentary during the movie. Nick kept rewinding one line just to mimic the way a characters accent sounded and somehow, in the middle of all that, it didn’t feel weird anymore. You weren't a guest. You felt like you belonged.
Matt watched the way you laugh at Nick's dumb impressions, and something warm settled in his chest. You fit with them. Not just tolerating the chaos, but matching it, leaning into it, adding to it. He passed you another sour worm and your fingers touched for half a second too long. You looked up at him, smiling soft. “Thanks for… all this.”
Matt smiled back, gentle. “You’re easy to be around.”
Chris, not even looking away from the screen, muttered, “He’s so down bad.”
“Shut up, Chris?!” Matt threw a couch pillow at the back of Chris’s head.
after the movie and dinner you stood up. “I should probably head back before I crash right here on the floor.”
Chris popped up immediately. “Before you go give me your phone.”
You blinked. “Why?”
He typed something, then handed it back. “Nick’s number. Text him tomorrow.”
Nick leaned over dramatically. “Meet me at the side entrance around seven. We’ll get you backstage for the show. VIP.”
“Snacks optional,” Matt added. “Hugs mandatory.”then walked you to the door.
You turned to him one last time. “Sorry if I’m being a little weird. This is still crazy to me. Like… yesterday I was just a fangirl. Now I’m your bestfriends.”
He smiled, warm and sincere. “It’s weird. But a good weird.”
You hesitated. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Matt looked at you a second longer. “I hope you come tomorrow… today was fun.”
You smiled. “I will. Promise.”
As you leave the hotel elevator closed behind you, and you leaned against the mirrored wall, stunned. from total outsider to laughing on the floor with the three of them. From a screen… to the suite. From a stranger… to their real bestie and something more with Matt. Tomorrow you’d be backstage. But tonight? You already felt apart of their group.
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sturnboos · 19 hours ago
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wednesday videos or friday videos • middle part matt or frat boy chris • chester or chris • blonde nick or mullet nick • fresh love or space camp • chris’s license or matt’s license • streams or videos • trevor or nate • marylou or jimmy • royal kingdom or fortnight • matt’s ankle or chris’s allergies • nick or matt or chris
matcha or coffee • morning or night • soda or juice • tumblr or wattpad • tiktok or ig reels • dogs or cats • spring/fall or summer/winter • clit stimulation or penetration • fanfics or books • vanilla/sweet or floral scents • sun or moon • long nails or short/medium nails • italian food or mexican food • cozy or fancy
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matcha or coffee • morning or night • soda or juice • tumblr or wattpad • tiktok or ig reels • dogs or cats • spring/fall or summer/winter • clit stimulation or penetration • fanfics or books • vanilla/sweet or floral scents • sun or moon • long nails or short/medium nails • italian food or mexican food • cozy or fancy
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sturnboos · 1 day ago
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How I feel in people’s inbox as an anon
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sturnboos · 2 days ago
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[🍓] CAUGHT RED HANDED
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Characters: caregiver!chris x little!reader
Summary: chris was supposed to be watching you but got too caught up in his game.. you find nicks hair dye…
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“Alright, we’ll be back in a few hours,” Matt called over his shoulder, keys jingling. “I just gave her lunch, check on her every thirty minutes.”
Chris, was downstairs in his bedroom hyper fixating on the game royal kingdom. He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Relax. She’s watching Bluey. She’s chill. I got this.”
The front door slammed shut with a loud click. Nick followed Matt out to the car, muttering something about the upcoming Space Camp meeting.
Inside you were curled into the corner of the couch wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that practically swallowed you whole. your plate of cheese and crackers sat beside you, one cracker clutched in your small sticky hand. your eyes were glued to Bluey on the screen, legs swinging slightly in rhythm with the theme song, and your beloved stuffed bunny was tucked under arm.
Chris checked on you after his first round of royal kingdom. you were still in the same spot, drooling slightly and giggling at Bandit pretending to be a robot. So far, so good. A little later, he brought you a juice box. “You doin’ good, princess?” he asked, kneeling beside the couch. you nodded, clutching the straw in both hands. “doggies.” He smiled. “Yeah, Bluey the dog.”
And then… time just slipped away. Chris got way too into the game. That is, until his phone buzzed a notification from Matt.
Matt: On our way home, how’s she going?
Chris blinked. Then sat bolt upright. “Oh no.”
Panic surged. He picked his phone, nearly tripping over in his rush. “princess?!!” he yelled, already sprinting out of the room. The living room was empty. The TV was still on, but the couch was abandoned. Juice box upside down on the floor. You and 'Bun-Bun' were missing.
Chris’s stomach dropped.
He bolted into the kitchen. “Baby?? You hungry again? Please tell me you didn’t climb into the cabinets—” Nope. He checked the backyard door. Locked. Thank god. “where are you baby girl?!” Then he saw it. A smear. One little handprint in… red? Just on the hallway wall, at your height.
Chris’s heart rate spiked as he followed the trail of Red blotches, His mind was already racing. “Please don’t be blood please don’t be blood please don’t be—” He reached the upstairs landing. The bathroom light in Nick’s room was on. He ran. And stopped cold. It looked like a horror movie.
The white tiles of the bathroom were streaked and splattered in red. The counter had pools of crimson liquid, the sink was full of red suds, and the mirror had little finger smudges all over it. Standing right in the middle of the chaos… you. Hands coated in red, cheeks streaked, shirt soaked, and proudly cradling your bunny plush, now dyed red.“What happened?!”
She turned around, face lighting up. “I made Bun-Bun pwetty, Chwis!”
Chris stood in the doorway, frozen. “Oh. My. God.” He stepped in, immediately slipping slightly on the wet tile. “Shit—careful—what the hell?! This is Nick’s dye! Oh, they are so gonna kill me.” You looked up at him with innocence. Chris dragged a hand down his face, trying not to scream into the void. “that’s $40 Arctic Fox dye! Why did he even leave this out?!”
He grabbed a towel and started trying to clean the sink, the counter, the floor, anything. “Okay, okay, we just have to clean this up before they get back. We’ve got, what, twenty minutes? That’s—fine. That’s enough. We can do this. This is fine.”
He looked back at you, your now finger painting a heart on the side of the tub with the dye.
“Oh god…I’m so dead.”
His phone buzzed again. Another message.
Nick: Tell her I say hi btw :)
Chris stared at the screen, then looked at the red crime scene around him. He slowly texted back:
Chris: Uhhhh. She says hi. And also maybe destroyed your bathroom. Do not panic when you get home.
He turned back to you, now patting the red bunny dry with a hand towel.
Chris took a deep breath. “Okay. Look. You need a bath. A real one. I need to bleach this floor. We’re gonna clean you up first, and then—actually, no, I’m gonna cry first, then bleach.”
You held up Bun-Bun proudly. “He’s a strawberry now!”
Chris blinked. “Cool. I’m a corpse now.”
Chris had just finished towel-drying your hair (now slightly pink at the tips), when he heard the car pull into the driveway. Chris did a last frantic sweep with a wet rag across the bathroom tiles. Still a faded red.
Too late.
The front door opened downstairs, followed by Matt’s voice “We’re back! Nick said he—wait, what’s that smell”
Nick’s voice rang out louder, sharper
“Why does it smell like chemicals in here!?”
Chris poked his head out the bathroom door just as the heavy stomps of socked feet thundered up the stairs. He winced. “Heyyyy guys… Welcome home… don’t freak out…”
Nick reached the top first. He looked at Chris, looked past him into the bathroom and screamed. “WHAT. THE—WHY IS MY BATHROOM BLEEDING?!” he yelled, clutching his chest like he was seconds from cardiac arrest. Matt appeared a moment later, wide-eyed, holding a half-unpacked folder of space camp brochures. “Oh my god. Did someone die?”
Chris held up both hands in surrender. “Nobody’s dead! It’s just hair dye. Just… a lot of hair dye. That she found.”
Nick’s eyes whipped over to you, who had now waddled into the hallway still wrapped in a towel, cheeks pink, little toes squeaking on the floor.
She held up Bun-Bun. “made Bun-Bun a strawbwerry!” Nick’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “You… turned him into a fruit?!” You blinked up at him. “He pwetty now.”
Matt, trying very hard not to laugh, pressed a hand over his mouth.
Chris groaned and sank against the wall. “I swear, I was checking on her. Like… at first. And then I got into the game and she was so quiet—”
“That’s never a good sign, Chris!” Nick snapped. “Quiet equals chaos!”
Chris looked like he might burst into flames. “Okay. Look. I’ll pay for the dye. I’ll pay for the towels. I’ll bleach the floors, I don’t care. Just please don’t kill me.”
Matt finally lost it, turning around and full-on cackling as he leaned against the doorframe. “I leave Chris in charge one time and we come back to a toddlers stuffed animal murder scene?.”
Nick crossed his arms. “This is worse than the time you let her eat glitter glue.”
“it said it was edible!” Chris cried.
“Yeah If a portion is accidentally swallowed not the whole bottle Chris!”
Meanwhile, You had begun waddling back down the hallway, Bun-Bun tucked in one arm, the towel trailing behind You like a royal cape.
Nick stared after her in disbelief. “She’s walking away like she didn’t just commit property damage…. Where you going princess!!?”
“D-doggies” you reply simply going back to watch more bluey.
Matt clapped a hand on Chris’s back. “Well. I think you learned something today.” Chris looked dead inside. “That I’m never babysitting again?”
“No,” Matt grinned. “That our princess is cute as hell but also a walking tornado.”
Nick peeked back into the bathroom and groaned. “My bathtub looks like someone dipped it in fruit punch”
Chris stood, hands raised. “I’ll clean it. I’ll clean all of it. Just… promise me one thing.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Move the hair products out of reach”
Downstairs, the Bluey theme song started up again.“Do you hear that?” Chris whispered. “That’s the sound of war returning.”
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sturnboos · 3 days ago
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cinema date
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going to the cinema with boyfriend nick. fluff /sugestive humor
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The glow of neon lights reflected off the cinema’s sticky floors as you and Nick stood in line for snacks, already whisper laughing like kids on a sugar high. “Popcorn, candy, slushie?” you asked.
Nick squinted at the menu like an old person. “All of the above. And some of those little chocolate balls” You tilted your head. “...Maltesers?”“YES. Those.”
Five minutes later, your arms were absolutely loaded. Popcorn bucket in the middle, two straws shoved into a single blue raspberry slushie (Nick’s idea), and candy crammed under your armpit like treasure. You headed toward the theatre for How to Train Your Dragon, date night edition. Right before sitting down, Nick leaned in close, lips just brushing your ear.
“So,” he whispered, “how would you train your dragon?”
You didn’t hesitate. “I’d make him beg and call him a good boy.”
Nick choked. He choked so hard a single kernel of popcorn flew out of the bucket.
You smirked “toothless has good boy potential”
He turned to look at you wide eyed. “You’re insane.”
You winked and popped an M&M into your mouth. “You love it”
The lights dimmed. The ads started playing. Some local café ad, a car commercial, and then “Wait… there’s a nut inside me?!” The voiceover from the Peanut M&M commercial echoed dramatically through the speakers. Nick visibly flinched. Then turned. Slowly. Toward you. His expression was blank for a full second. then he lost it. Full-on snort-laughing. Head thrown back. Slapping his thigh. You were laughing too, shoulders shaking.
“Nick. Nick. Wait—” you whispered between giggles, fumbling in the dark and holding up your candy. “I got M&Ms.”
That set him off again. The couple in front of you turned around and shushed you both, which only made things worse. Nick slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your snickering, but that only made your eyes water.
“You’ve been corrupted by candy,” Nick whispered. He leaned in. “So have you got a nut inside you?. Admit it.”
“I’m never looking at M&Ms the same again,” you muttered.
The actual movie hadn’t even started yet and you both already felt like you were on a full-blown comedy special. Eventually, you settled into your seats, still giggling as the DreamWorks logo appeared. Nick rested his hand on your thigh and leaned in. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I didn’t say I wanted to ride the dragon.” Nick let out a quiet wheeze.
The movie started. But neither of you would remember the first five minutes You were too busy whisper-laughing about the m&m ad, how you’d train your own dragon, and whatever demonic chaos came next in your relationship.
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sturnboos · 3 days ago
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CHAPTER 11 - the set up
Matt adjusted the hem of his shirt again, glancing toward the reflective glass panels lining the Sky Tower’s top floor. “So no photographer? No company managers but still a brand photoshoot?”
Chris didn’t even look up from his phone. The sounds of ding ding ding! Came from a game on his phone.
Nick leaned on the railing, sipping some overpriced red drink he got from the sky towers cafe “It’s a casual thing. Candid vibe. Tripod pics, you know?”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care about ‘candid vibes’?”
Nick shrugged with a smirk. “Since Chris said the lighting would make your jawline look like an architectural feature.”
Chris gave Matt a thumbs-up without looking up. “I’m your wingman and your lighting guy.”
It was weird. Not full-on suspicious, just… off. Still, Matt let it go. He wandered closer to the glass, pretending to care about the view while glancing at his reflection every so often to check for hair disasters.
“Shit,” Chris muttered putting his phone in his pocket. “I need to pee.”
Nick stood up immediately. “I’ll come.”
Matt turned slowly. “You both need to go… now?”
Chris waved him off. “The bathrooms here are confusing.”
Nick added, with fake sympathy, “he gets lost easily you know that”
Before Matt could reply, they were walking off. He called after them, “You’re both freaks!”
But then five minutes of waiting alone turned ten then 20 and he got restless. Matt started walking toward the elevator “If they’re filming TikTok’s in the bathroom, I’m going home.”
Meanwhile just outside the skytower you triple-checked the message Nick sent:
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You smoothed your shirt and stepped into the elevator, trying not to overthink. What if it is the real triplets? How would you read to seeing someone who you’ve looked up too. What if it is just a fan? meet in person a quick hello then never talk again? what if it was a creepy old guy and this was going to be your last known location.
You were a little nervous, honestly. You weren’t great with strangers. What if they were awkward? What if you were?
The elevator dinged.
You took a breath as the doors opened. And froze. Standing there, as casual as if it were normal, was Matt. Not a lookalike. Not a cardboard cutout. Not a weird hologram. The real Matthew Sturniolo. The actual human version. Real-life. No pixels.
Your eyes went wide. Your stomach dropped into your socks. He blinked like you were the weird part. “Uh- hi?”
You stepped out slowly, like the floor might disappear. “...Hi?”
Matt tilted his head. “Sorry… am i in the way?” He steps aside. So he didn’t know you?.
You were still blinking, still trying to get your brain to reboot. “I thought I was meeting a fan…” you muttered, eyes locked on him like he might vanish if you looked away.
“Huh?” Matt paused. Then his eyebrows lifted in realization, the hair, outfit style it all matched a similar aesthetic to the girl his familiar with. “Wait. No. Holy shit. Pixel?”
“Yeah- well y/n actually but pixel is the nickname now!” You looked around. “Where’s Nick?… Chris?”
Matt groaned, running a hand down his face. “They set us up.”
You opened your mouth. “Set us up to what—” and then the truth hit you “Oh my god.”
Matt laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wanna… stay anyway?”
You looked at him. Your heart was racing. you nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I mean—yeah. Sure.”
Matt shoved his hands into his pockets. “So… you thought you were meeting a fan?”
You nodded, still wide-eyed. “Nick told me. To meet you 3 here but I never really thought it was actually YOU. I thought it was just other fangirls.”
Matt chuckled, but he could hear the nerves in it. “Yeah well, I thought I was doing a photoshoot but no photographer , no lighting guy, just… me. Which makes so much sense now.”
There was a beat of silence and then you both laughed. awkward, slightly panicked, but… real.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “So… should we, like… talk? Or stare at the skyline and pretend we’re in a romantic comedy film?”
Matt smirked. “I vote for the film. You can narrate. I’ll brood.”
“Wow,” you deadpanned. “Great first impression.”
“You’re the one who came here willingly.”
“I was tricked!”
Meanwhile Nick was crouched behind a marble column with Chris beside him, both of them peeking around it like two kids spying on their parents.
“I told you the elevator timing would be perfect,” Chris whispered, holding up his phone and zooming in. “Look at them. Awkward. Cute. Peak romcom tension.”
Nick grinned, chewing on a piece of gum. “Five bucks says they touch hands by accident.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Ten says she panics and word-vomits something about fangirl shit”
Nick snorted.
You were standing too close to the railing. You weren’t afraid of heights, but being next to Matt made it feel like the floor might give out anyway. “So…” you started, wringing your hands. “Do you do this often?”
“What? Get tricked by my brothers? Yeah. Weekly.”
“No, I mean…get set up.”
Matt smiled, shy. “First time.” You looked at him. Really looked. He wasn’t doing the performer thing. He wasn’t enthusiastic youtube mode right now. He was just… Matt. And he looked nervous, too. That helped you a bit. “You know,” this isn’t the worst trick they’ve pulled “this wasn’t the worst trick they’ve pulled.”
“Not yet,” he joked. “Wait until they pop out from a trashcan filming us.” You laughed and then silence again but it felt warmer this time.
Matt glanced down at your hand. He held out his hand. You looked at it. Then at him. Then… you took it. maybe it was the height. Maybe it was the way the city lights looked behind him like something out of a daydream. But your heart stopped racing. Just for a second.
Chris hit Nick’s arm. “Bro. Bro. Look. They’re holding hands” Nick grinned like a proud dad at graduation.
“ugh I’m gonna cry. Look at them.” Nick whispered, Chris nodded solemnly. “God-tier matchmaking.”
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sturnboos · 3 days ago
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DILF!
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matt is this an excuse to show us this picture? like just take your pants off at this point
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sturnboos · 4 days ago
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It’s unfair at this point, all I wanna do is sit on that lap and with my head resting on your shoulder while I cuddle into your chest. Is that too much to ask?! Please Matt just for one night
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sturnboos · 4 days ago
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CHAPTER TEN - it’s more real than you think
the triplets hadnt been on the relam much lately, they say their just travelling around but really their on tour. They knew you didn’t know if they were real or not. So they played the role 'just fans with lots of money so they happen to be travelling the country following the triplets scheduled destinations'.
you were currently laying in bed watching a live stream of tonight’s show in Boston, comments are disabled so you had clear view the person holding the camera was a little shaky but that didn’t bother you when it came time for the suprise part of the tour

"What’s up, Boston!! You guys ready for the surprise?!" The crowd roars. The camera shifts to Matt, who looks confused, then to Nick, who already has a mischievous grin forming.
"Okay okay, here’s your hint—"
Chris pulls something from behind his back.
It’s a lightsaber. Fans scream.
nick smirked then questions "did you… make that light saber at that disney workshop thing?"
Chris shrugs “Matt”
gasps, face pink “uhh?? A lightsaber fight with-" he leans away from the mic, whispering
"in real life?"
The crowd howls. Matt hides his face behind his hands. A girl in the crowd guessed over the mic "are you in a Star Wars commercial??"

"ooo good guesses, Roll the clip." Video begins playing on the big screen.
Chris on video: "What’s up, Chicago! Today I’m at Disney World and my friend here—"
He points to a cast member dressed as a stormtrooper.
"—is gonna help me become a Jedi… Cue the training montage!” Chris, in a Jedi robe, failing dramatically at first, then improving. He's swinging a lightsaber like his life depends on it. Copying the stormtroopers cue and tips. Then for the final scene he has to verse Darth Vader. Laughter echoes from the crowd and even from the livestream viewers. Chris gets a few swings in before Darth Vader takes a fake, overacted tumble to the ground.
"I told you I’ve been training!"
He turns to camera, pointing.
"You're next, Pixel!!"
The screen goes black. The audience roars.

And you? You're sitting in your bedroom, frozen, jaw dropped. “what?” you pull out your phone scrolling fast to virtual!nicks contact
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sturnboos · 5 days ago
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oh my goodness thankyou so much😭🩷
@hesvoid34 @chrattsbrat @courta13 @nickssidewitch @bernardsbendystraws @ihateemeetoo @mattslilies I love you guys :)
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sturnboos · 6 days ago
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the photoshoot so good had to add it to the journal
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sturnboos · 6 days ago
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[🍝] Dinner Disaster
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inspired by this
summary: bestfriend! nick x reader keep getting mistaken as a couple.
warnings: public confusion, secondhand embarrassment, sarcasm,(don’t know if the waiter would count as homophobic)
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the triplets were back home in Boston you were nicks childhood friend so of course he wanted to hang out with you while he was here. They didn’t arrive until late Chris and Matt went off somewhere with Justin. Meanwhile nick was craving pasta. So you offered to drive him to a new Italian restaurant that just opened up a month ago.
Right now you're sitting across from each other at a candle lit booth. The table’s way too small, the music’s subtle, and Nick has already pointed out that the font on the menu is hostile.
“I can’t read this,” he hisses, holding the laminated menu two inches from his face. “Is this in Latin? Am I being cursed?”
You snort. “its an ITALIAN restaurant nick.. It’s literally says chicken alfredo.” you translated for him.
“It doesn’t say that, it says pollo con crema- oh my god their just showing off.”
You’re laughing when the waiter appears. He’s tall, slightly too confident, and already grinning like he’s walked in on a rom-com date halfway through act one. “Hey folks,” he says, way too warmly. “Are we celebrating anything special tonight?”
You open your mouth to answer, but Nick beats you to it. “Nope.”
The waiter chuckles. “Anniversary?”
Nick stares at him. “Of what? The day i escaped the closet?”
You choke on your water. The waiter blinks. “Oh. Sorry, I just thought—”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Nick says, waving a hand, rings clinking. “It’s the eye contact, right? And the fact that we’re sitting on the same side of the booth?”
“We’re not.”
“We were for like five seconds,” he says, unbothered. “She was cold.”
“I still am cold,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Do you want my jacket?”
“Obviously.”
Nick shrugs it off and tosses it at you like he’s a rom-com lead and you’re the love interest, which doesn’t help your case at all. The waiter squints at both of you like he’s trying to spot a lie. “So… you’re really not dating?”
Nick drops his menu flat on the table, leans in, and says, very slowly, “I like men.”
There’s a pause. The waiter is clearly not convinced. “Right, but—like, are you sure?”
You blink. “Did you really just ask him if he’s sure he’s gay?”
Nick sighs, deadpan. “Yeah, you caught me. I’m actually here to propose. Hope she likes breadsticks.”
You smack his arm. “Nick?!”
He grins. “What I’ve watched one episode of Love Island and I’m changed.” he jokes. You both burst out laughing while the waiter retreats slowly, like he’s trying to escape a weird improv scene.
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Later, you're sharing a giant bowl of pasta because Nick 'accidentally' ordered the wrong thing so now he wants half of yours and you’re still discussing about the situation earlier. “I don’t understand why everyone assumes I’m straight just because I exist near a woman.”
It’s the emotional intimacy. We talk. We laugh. You let me cuddle with you” You talk twirling spaghetti onto your fork. “I can’t even breathe around any guy, without dating rumours”
Nick groans and flops dramatically against the booth. “We need shirts. Mine’ll say, 'i love hot dads' and yours can say 'I love hot dumb men'”
“Like your brothers?”
he gasps jaw dropped. “Stop it”
you chuckle and raise your glass. “To being 'a couple' in every public setting, ever.”
He clinks his soda against yours. “Cheers to that, bestie. Let them stay confused.” And when the waiter drops off the check with a sheepish, “You two really aren’t dating, huh?”
Nick just winks and says “Only in each other’s nightmares.”
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sturnboos · 7 days ago
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“use your words” ugh fine. meow meow meow
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sturnboos · 8 days ago
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[❤️‍🩹] Stay With Me
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Summary: your overwhelmed and heart heavy, matt reminds you that you don’t have to hold it all together alone. angst/comfort
Warnings: emotional distress, brief mention of not eating, depression implied.
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Your knock on Matt’s door was soft. Almost hesitant. But he heard it. It was late and he hadn’t been expecting anyone. So you ended up at Matt’s. He opened the door to find you bundled in an oversized hoodie, sleeves pulled over your hands, eyes puffy from holding back tears.
“Hey,” he said softly, stepping aside without a single question. You barely managed a nod before slipping into his room, flopping down face first on his bed with a dramatic groan. Matt followed you in quietly, He sat down beside you, gently running his hand up and down your back. “Want to tell me what happened?”
“No,” you mumbled into the pillow.
“Okay.” He rubbed your back in a comforting manner. “Wanna just hang here with me for a while?”
You nodded sniffling, your voice a whisper. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Matt looked over at you, eyes soft. “You don’t have to explain. I’m glad you came.”
You turned toward him, your face twisting like you might cry again, and without another word, you reached for him. He pulled you in right away with no hesitation. Your arms wrapped tightly around him your forehead buried against his chest, and your fingers gripped the back of his hoodie like he might disappear if you let go.Matt’s arms curled around you just as tightly.
“You can stay here as long as you need.” he whispered. His chin rested gently on your head.You stayed like that for a long time. Wrapped up in each other, breathing slow and quiet. The world outside could keep spinning. It didn’t matter here. Eventually, he leaned back just enough to look at you. “You eaten anything today?”
You hesitated, then shook your head.
Matt gave a small nod and stood up, only to return a minute later with an armful of snacks. chips, candy, even a warm bag of microwave popcorn. You blinked at him, eyes glassy again.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you said.
“I want to take care of you,” he replied simply, offering a little smile. “Let me?”
You reached out and took the popcorn from his hand, mumbling a quiet, “Okay.”
He set up his laptop on the nightstand, pulling up Netflix, and flopped back onto the bed beside you. “Alright, comfort movie time.” you hummed in response already curling into his side. “Need something nostalgic” Matt smiled. “Got it.”
You settled into him, legs tangled under the blanket, one of your hands resting on his chest like you needed to feel his heartbeat just to calm your own. As the movie started, he kept a steady hand tracing soft patterns on your back. Every so often, he’d sneak you a gummy or a chip, holding it up to your mouth like you were too precious to feed yourself.
You didn’t fight it. Didn’t joke or tease like you usually would. You needed this and he knew it.
At some point, you whispered, “I feel really wierd like- like a clingy toddler.”
Matt looked down at you, brushing a bit of hair from your forehead. “So be clingy. You think I care?”
You looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “You don’t mind?”
He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger there. “Not even a little. You can cling to me all you want I know you need someone right now so I’m not going anywhere.”
Something in your chest let go, just a little.The rest of the night passed in that soft haze wrapped in his arms, surrounded by the movies script and the faint rustle of snack wrappers, cocooned in the safety of Matt. You didn’t talk much. You didn’t need to. Matt held you close through the end of the movie, through the credits, even after you’d gone quiet and still.
“I don’t want to go home tonight,” you said sleepily.
“Then don’t,” he murmured. “Stay with me. Stay as long as you need.” so you did. Wrapped in the warmth of him, with your heart still healing and your soul still sore but finally, finally resting.
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sturnboos · 9 days ago
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"so, i chose to stay silent"
The face i stay silent with :
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