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“If anyone asks, could you say we spent the evening together?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be completely lying if you came back to my place. Just for a drink. It’s near and you look like you need one.”
Das Boot | Season 3 Episode 5
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IG (story) semperopernball - 7th February 2025
Semperopernball Dresden 2025 💃🏼 🕺
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Which highlight are you particularly looking forward to?
Stephanie: Tom is my highlight.
Tom: *giggling blushing stumbling* Oh well, what more shall I say now?
#friendship goals 💛
Stephanie Stumph and Tom Wlaschiha are the presenters of this year's SemperOpernball (Dresden, 23 February 2024)
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Tom is back in Italy. I think they treat him really well, there!
Source : Tom's Instagram.
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From Mostarsummerfest and Zosterband IG - 27/06/24
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From Kaunitzizam IG stories. 27/06/24 - 29/06/24
Tom is filming in Bosnia!
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IG (story) moinfilmfoerderung - 15th February 2025
Berlinale 2025
"Yunan"
Tom and Sibel Kekilli now (promo for "Yunan")
and some years ago in
"Borowski und die Kinder von Gaarden" (Tatort, 2014)
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𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 matt blurb, soft comfort, fluff
It was sometime after 2 a.m. when your eyes fluttered open, the room too quiet, too still. The sheets beside you were cold—Matt’s side of the bed empty, already cooling from his absence. You reached out instinctively, fingertips brushing where he should’ve been, a quiet frown pulling at your lips when you felt only empty space.
You weren’t sure what woke you, but without Matt next to you, sleep wouldn’t come again.
You sat up slowly, the soft cotton of his hoodie drowning you, sleeves tugging over your hands as you wrapped them around yourself. The room still carried his scent—fresh laundry, the faintest hint of his cologne, a trace of something warm and familiar that normally lulled you to sleep. But tonight, none of it was enough.
You glanced at the clock glowing softly on the nightstand, then down the hallway where faint murmurs carried through the house. You knew exactly where he was. Knew that tone, that laugh, that little edge in his voice when he got worked up while filming videos with his brothers.
With a tired sigh, you grabbed the plush blanket off the end of the bed, draping it over your shoulders like a cape. Your feet padded quietly down the hallway, past darkened rooms and the kitchen still half-lit by the glow of the microwave clock. The deeper into the night it got, the more you just wanted Matt. You didn’t even need to talk. You just needed to feel him.
The faint sounds of bickering grew clearer as you opened the garage door and peeked inside. There they were—Chris, Nick, and Matt, piled into one of the car seats mid-video. Chris was waving his arms dramatically, Nick looked exasperated, and Matt was mid-rant, head thrown back in frustration as he argued over some trivial part of the car setup or which question they were supposed to be answering.
You stepped in quietly, the oversized blanket trailing behind you like a sleepy ghost, face flushed from the warmth of the fabric. You didn’t say a word—just opened the door of the car, where Matt sat with his arms crossed and a scowl halfway formed on his face. The camera wasn’t even rolling anymore, but their conversation hadn't let up.
Without warning, you crawled in and onto Matt’s lap, sighing softly as your body melted against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. The blanket covered both of you as you curled up, cheek pressing against his chest, legs tucked beside him. His arms were instantly wrapping around you, protective and automatic.
The entire car went silent.
Matt’s head whipped down, the hard edges of his voice softening instantly as he took you in. "Baby?" he whispered, confused but already concerned, his tone gentle as his hand cradled the back of your head. You were barely conscious—sleep already tugging at your eyes, your body giving in to the warmth of his embrace.
You mumbled against his chest, voice muffled and small, “Couldn’t sleep without you…”
Matt didn’t say anything at first. He just held you tighter, his lips pressing to the top of your head. His hands moved slowly—one cupping your face, thumb brushing along your cheek in slow, calming strokes while the other pulled the blanket higher to cover your shoulders.
Chris started to say something, but Matt looked up sharply—not angrily, just firmly. “Can we finish this later?” he asked, his voice still soft, but final.
“Yeah,” Nick nodded, already reaching to turn off the camera. “Yeah, bro.”
They exited the car quietly, giving you both space, and Matt shifted slightly so you were more comfortable on him. His hand rested on your back, drawing lazy shapes through the blanket, his chin resting lightly on top of your head.
“You really couldn’t sleep without me?” he murmured after a few minutes, barely above a whisper.
You let out a sleepy hum, your voice thick with drowsiness. “You’re warm,” you mumbled. “And you breathe steady… makes me feel safe…”
His heart swelled. He kissed your forehead, letting the touch linger. “You always have me. Even when I’m being a dumbass yelling about cup holders,” he said quietly, trying to make you smile.
You did. Just a little.
He smiled too, brushing your hair back behind your ear and holding you close like you were the most precious thing in the world—which you were, to him.
“I’ll come to bed in a second, okay?” he whispered against your hair, already swaying with you gently. “Or maybe I’ll just fall asleep here with you.”
You didn’t answer. You were already gone, completely asleep in his arms, breathing soft and even against his chest.
And Matt… he didn’t move.
Didn’t dare disturb the way you curled into him like he was your entire world. Because to him, you were his too. And if you needed him to sit in the car all night just to help you sleep, then that’s exactly what he’d do—no questions asked. He held you tighter, letting the rest of the world melt away as you dreamed peacefully on his chest.
You were his comfort just as much as he was yours.
And in that quiet moment, wrapped in a blanket and love, everything felt exactly right.
A/N: fluff as promised!! tysm for reading I appreciate any interactions<3 pleaseee send requests in my inbox
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT? * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB
SUMMARY :: Where during the Orlando show of the Surprise Party Tour, the Group Chat segment is interrupted by a call from Y/N to Chris, and who said him being on a stage, in front of so many fans, would stop him from answering it?
FEATURING Chris 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.
A/N²: Go stream LIKE ME right now!
The screen behind the triplets flickered as the group chat segment loaded in, the audience instantly cheering. This part was one of the public's favorites, mainly because it gave them the feeling of seeing a little more of the three's lives behind the cameras.
The screen displayed the first screenshot of their chaotic text thread. The crowd leaned in, ready to hear them narrating it.
Chris was already smirking when he noticed which one was it. He was sunken into the couch, one leg bent, the other hanging off the side, his left arm resting on the back of the arm rest. His mic sat comfortably in his lap as he bounced his knee.
Matt leaned forward a little.
"Oh god, this scared me so much." He said, leaning into his mic. "AC is on."
A few giggles rolled through the audience.
Nick sat on his solo couch across from them, completely deadpan. He leaned his mic up to his mouth, squinted dramatically at the big screen, then read aloud.
"Goodnight, I love you guys."
Matt added quickly, still scrolling through the screenshot with his eyes.
"And it’s set to 70."
Nick dragged the mic to his lips and repeated again in the exact same tone.
"Goodnight, I love you guys."
The crowd cracked up, especially when Chris’s laugh echoed through the mic.
Matt kept going.
"It was already at 71."
Nick glanced at the crowd with an exasperated gaze, then back to the screen.
"Goodnight, I love you guys... Matt, are you serious? Goodnight, I love you guys."
Chris was already leaning forward, giggling, eyes creased in joy as he grabbed the mic closer, gluing it to his pinkish lower lip.
"Okay, um..." He said through a grin, reading from the screen. "Matt, leave the AC alone. Nick, goodnight, we love you too." He read it in a light, soft voice, unsuccessfully trying to imitate her voice.
The audience chuckled, some screaming with the slight appearance of Y/N on the GC, but then something buzzed.
Loud and sudden.
Chris paused.
From his pocket, a low, rhythmic vibrating started up, followed by a specific ringtone that every real fan in the room knew belonged to one person only.
That dreamy little indie-pop loop.
Matt raised his eyebrows without even turning his head.
"Oh my god." He said, just loud enough for the mic to catch it.
Nick groaned, running a hand down his face.
"Here we go." He muttered, already sitting back in the couch like he was preparing himself to stay there for hours.
Chris blinked, laughing as he reached into the pocket of his grey sweatpants.
"No, wait, just hold on-" He pulled the phone out, looking at the screen, smile growing even bigger the second her name popped up, pearly teeth shining below warm lights.
Matt didn’t even need to see it.
"It’s Y/N. It’s always Y/N." He said, throwing his arms up.
Nick leaned into his mic and tilted his head to the audience, a bored expression resting on his facs.
"Y’all, we gotta pause the show real quick so Christopher can take a call from his missus."
The crowd started giggling, observing closely.
Chris didn’t care. He held up a casual hand to the audience, signaling for a quick second of patience and silence. Then he slid his thumb from left to right, brought the phone to his ear, and spoke in the softest voice ever.
"Hi, doll."
He was still smiling a boyish smile, head tilted a little, his voice low in contrast to the booming echo of the theater. The audience sat in stillness, just watching him.
He nodded, tongue peaking between his lips, still listening to the other end.
"You made it? That’s good." His eyes flicked to Matt for a second. "She’s in Boston. Just landed."
Matt gave him a thumbs-up. Nick stared at the ceiling like this was an everyday occurrence.
Chris kept his tone gentle, adjusting his body above the couch.
"Dinner with mum? Okay. Have fun with her, doll. Take care, alright?"
And that was when it happened.
As if Y/N wasn't already enough, at the mention of Mary Lou, the crowd collectively lost it.
Screams erupted across the theater.
Chris chuckled and pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. On the other side, Y/N’s voice got a little louder.
"Wait... what was that sound?"
Chris grinned.
"Hold up, baby." He brought the mic closer to his mouth and leaned forward again. "Alright." He said to the audience, voice playful and warm. "On three, can y’all say hi to Y/N?"
The fans screamed in agreement before he even counted.
He put her on speaker, flipped his phone toward the mic, and started counting.
"One, two, three-"
"HIIIIII, Y/N!!"
The theater shook. It was chaos. Screams, laughs, some people yelling "WE LOVE YOU!", the whole thing sounded like a stadium.
Y/N’s laugh echoed from Chris’s phone, loud and shocked.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Chris was laughing too, just beaming at her voice.
"You forgot what time it was, huh?"
"I forgot y’all were on stage! I thought it was, like... four."
Nick leaned into his mic, voice dramatically dry.
"It is. Four. In California."
Matt waved at the phone like she could see him, smiling widely.
"Hi, Y/N!"
"Hi, Matt! Sorry for interrupting the show!"
Nick added quickly.
"Don’t worry, Chris interrupted it for you."
Chris, with zero shame, smiled into the mic.
"She’s allowed."
Y/N’s voice still came through speaker.
"Tell everyone I’m sorry! I’m gonna go eat with mum now, okay?"
Chris was back to soft-mode, all sweet and boyfriendy, heart warming - as usual - with how Y/N called his mom 'mum'.
"Okay, love you. Say hi to her for me. And text me when you’re back home, alright?"
"Uh-hum. Love you. Bye, everyone!"
The crowd screamed again. Chris finally ended the call and tucked his phone away, looking dizzy and flustered.
Nick shook his head, pretending to scribble something in the air.
"Someone write 'Chris Sturniolo is whipped' on the big screen, please."
Chris shrugged, unapologetic.
"I am. And I’m thriving."
Matt leaned forward, grinning.
"Anyway! Where were we? Oh yeah. 'Matt, leave the AC alone'."
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