#chris sturnioloxreader

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THIS IS TAKE ME OUTTT WHERE ARE YALL FINDING THESE

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Let me stay here

Matt Sturnioloxreader

!warning!-none just some fluff

English is not my first language so i apologise for any mistakea if there are!

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You never really noticed how much Matt needed physical affection—at least, not until it was just the two of you on the couch, wrapped in a quiet kind of calm that only came after midnight.

The movie had long finished. Chris and Nick had gone to bed hours ago. But Matt stayed, eyes glassy and tired, curled in the farthest corner of the couch like he was afraid to take up too much space.

You glanced over at him. “You okay?”

He nodded, but it was slow—hesitant. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

You didn’t push him. Matt wasn’t the kind of guy you could rush. He came to people like the ocean comes to shore—soft and careful and only when he was sure it was safe.

After a pause, he added, “Can I… sit closer?”

Your heart tugged a little. “Of course.”

He shifted over, slow like he was testing the water, and when his thigh finally touched yours, he let out a breath that sounded like it had been held for weeks. You turned, gently lifting your arm in silent invitation. It took him a second, but then he was there, pressing his head into your chest like he’d been waiting his whole life to be held.

His voice was muffled. “I’m not usually like this.”

“I know,” you whispered, running your fingers through his curls. “You don’t have to explain.”

But he did anyway. “I don’t get this kind of stuff a lot. Like… just being touched. And not having to say anything.”

You held him tighter, a protective instinct curling in your chest. “Then stay as long as you want.”

He didn’t answer, but the way he exhaled into your hoodie—the way his hand curled around your side like he was anchoring himself—was all you needed.

You didn’t move. Not when the room got colder. Not when the streetlight outside flickered. Because for the first time in what felt like forever, Matt Sturniolo was letting himself be held.

And he wasn’t letting go.

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note- hey guys i wrote a lil something beacuse i was bored hope you like it! Love you all

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This was so hot

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If sb ever looked at me like that I’m on ALL fours no SPRAWLING right then and there.

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YALL LET ME AT THEMMMMM

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Chris a freak fr😈😈

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TOO CUTEEEEE @/drgaberosenthal on insta

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This pose does something to me real bad

Like it’s SOOOO

AND TBE EDITS OF MATT IN THST CLIP OH MYYY

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😇😇

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I’m gonna keep my thoughts to myself

He’s doing this on purpose atp

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UFHHH THEY LOOK SO GOODDDDD

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Angel dust

Matt Sturnioloxreader

WARNING!: angst, fluff(?), emotional, family issues(siblings), let me know if there is more!

!english isn't my first language!

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Matt never liked being touched.

Not in the casual way people slap shoulders or lean into hugs. He’d flinch even at a hand brushing past his own. You learned that early on, and you never pushed. You just waited. Waited with soft eyes and steady hands. Waited through his silences and shutdowns, through his cracked jokes that hid too much pain for someone his age. Through the way he’d say “I’m fine” like a reflex, like a shield he forgot how to put down.

You met him on a Tuesday, rainy and quiet, both of you hiding from the world in a bookstore that smelled like old wood and forgotten stories. He barely looked up when you asked if the seat was taken, but he didn’t say no. That was the first yes.

Time passed weird with Matt. He’d disappear sometimes. Not physically, but emotionally—like watching someone through fogged glass. And still, you stayed. You didn’t ask him to spill, didn’t dig into the past he wore like a second skin. You knew about Nick and Chris, though. You’d seen the way his jaw tensed when their names came up. Like love was a war he didn’t sign up for, but still had to fight.

“They left,” he said one night, voice flat, staring at the ceiling of your apartment like the stars were hiding just behind the plaster. “And I don’t even blame them. That’s the worst part.”

You didn’t say anything. You just reached over and slid your pinky against his. Not a full handhold. Just an anchor.

He looked at you then, eyes tired but soft. “I feel like I’m made of glass sometimes. Like I’ll shatter if someone looks too close.”

You smiled. “Then I’ll wear gloves.”

And he laughed. Actually laughed. Not that half-hearted thing he usually did, but real, gut-deep, surprised by his own reaction kind of laugh. That was the night he kissed you for the first time—hesitant, like he was expecting to be struck by lightning. But when it didn’t come, he leaned in again, slower, more sure.

Loving Matt wasn’t easy. It meant late nights holding him when the memories got too loud. It meant watching him spiral and pulling him back with quiet reminders that he wasn’t alone. It meant leaving the porch light on, even when he hadn’t answered a single text all week.

But it also meant waking up to sleepy smiles and forehead kisses. It meant him cooking you terrible scrambled eggs at 2 a.m. because “you deserve breakfast anytime.” It meant quiet moments of peace when he’d rest his head on your lap and let you card your fingers through his hair without tensing.

One night, he got a call from Nick. No one said much. Just static and apologies and the kind of silence that says more than words ever could. Afterward, Matt just sat there, staring at the phone like it had betrayed him.

“I want to forgive him,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to,” you said. “Not yet. Not ever, if it hurts too much.”

He looked at you like you were the only person who’d ever said that.

You didn’t fix him. He wasn’t broken. Just bent in places that had never been allowed to heal. But every moment you spent together, every soft word, every laugh shared between scars—he started to believe that maybe love didn’t have to hurt.

Maybe it could be quiet. Gentle. Maybe it could be you.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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note: guys this is my first writing so like ik its not the best but i'll get better, hope you enjoyed it!