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sunray-222 · 2 months

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ex emo kid so the title?????

AND THEN THE ENTIRETY OF IT????

i love it here.

not the american average -

Chris x reader

"give me all you got, make this worth my time. make this worth my time"

"your thighs were meant for cheeks to graze, my lips your poison, they bring you to your knees"

definitely not smut but close enough, we'll see how close we can get🤭 no pun intended🤗

a/n: anyways, my first ever thing I posted on here was something suggestive of Chris which was made for shits and giggles but then I ACTUALLY posted it so might as well make it come to life<3

and to the most beautiful girl EVER @luverboychris , all for you with my favorite song🫶🩷

you and Chris were an interesting pair, you've known him for literally half of your life but there's something about him that you've never been able to pin point. you're close to each other yet so far. it's so different than nick and matt. all four of you are extremely close, that's a known fact to everyone around you guys

but the confusing part is that you and Chris will be cuddling, being really close to each other. his hand on your waist, resting right on your hip. and, what you think is, absentmindedly playing with your waistband. you never say anything as it doesn't make you feel creeped out. if anything it makes you crave more than whats being given

it makes you feel a mess, all shy and flustered but still trying to remain calm under his hold and eyes. he knows what he does to you, you don't exactly hide it all that well. it makes him feel almost powerful but not in a controlling way. just the fact such a pretty girl gets flustered under his touch

this is where the issue began. after those more intimate moments, he would put his guard up and not let you in around others or even just you and him for a few days. and it would come right back around to you two cuddling, hugging, and talking like nothing ever happened.

it confused you, hurt you. why wouldn't he just tell you? just let you in after those kinds of moments? granted you know he isn't the best with feelings especially when he's in love with someone, but you never thought it would happen with you.

little did you know that it pissed himself too that he did this, it hurt him more than he wished. he wanted you, fuck he needed you so badly. in any way, every way he could. he wanted you so close, his hands all over you. feeling every curve, the goosebumps he gives you, the warmth of your body, the way your thighs and stomach felt so soft under his finger tips. your skin felt like pure bliss under his hands, he couldn't get enough of you.

that's why he kept pushing you away, he didn't know how to keep his commitment, how to control his temper sometimes which scared him when it came to you. he didn't want to fuck up anything with you.

after some time, you two started to get more comfortable, way more than you already were. I mean, this time around he didn't push you away which is a good start right? he wouldn't move his hand away from your waist, your hand, your shoulder, nothing like he used to. he would just leave it there no matter who was around and shoot you a dorky grin.

god did it make your heart melt.

you loved how he didn't retract himself anymore in any part of your life. it made you more comfortable with your own actions. you would leave lingers hands on him, lingering stares towards him until he caught you making your body get all warm and fuzzy. causing him to laugh softly at your reaction before focusing at whatever was in front of him.

fuck the tension was so high between the two of you. everyone around you wondered how y'all weren't a thing yet, how y'all haven't fucked up. even though his brothers did NOT really want to hear about it, it was still shocking that they hadn't yet.

"give me all you got, make this worth my time."

you couldn't say that you haven't thought about it before though. about how good his fingers would feel around your neck, on your hips, in you. or about how good he would feel while fucking you, hearing every noise and breath he let out. how he would look at you when you're on your knees, would be praise you or degrade you? or, fuck, maybe even both at once. god you wondered if he was more of a guy who whimpered and moaned or groaned more. it killed you because you just want to know

"make this worth my time"

Chris could say the same for you, he wanted to know how you wrapped around him, how you would suck him in while he fucked you. or how good you would taste, how pretty you would be on your knees for him, the noises you would let out. he wouldn't be lying if he thought about how you would moan out his name. it already sounds so fucking good when you say it, he just wanted needed to hear you moan it out while tears were in your eyes and squirming away from him

it felt a little shameful, for you and Chris, to be thinking about each other like this. but at the same time, you both knew all two well what was going through your minds. maybe not everything, a good amount of it. you could see the way he would eye fuck you when you were in a pretty skirt, how it rode up your thighs when you would bend over slightly, when you would sit down, when you would jump a little too much when you got excited

or the pretty sundresses you wore during the summer, it made your curves so much more noticable that he couldn't help but stare for a little too long.

"I can hear you screaming for more"

he also saw the way you looked at him, as if you wanted to eat him whole from time to time. the way your eyes trailed up and down him, analyzing every thing on his body. how your eyes would stare at the print in his pants, biting your lips slightly after wetting them with your tongue. it made him smirk, he knew he could fuck you good. fuck you so well you could only chant his name as if it's a mantra, stuck in a trance. he could hear you screaming for more in the back of his head, god how he wish he really could hear that come from you all the time.

maybe he could hear it one day, maybe one day sooner than he thought. one day he would be able to have you, all wrapped up in his arms, in his sheets after a long night after years of wanting you and this.

IDK HOW TO END THIS SO THIS IS EHAT YALL GET HOPEFULKY IT WAS GOOD I HOPE SO. more suggestive that I usually write, except the first ever thing I posted on here. I love y'all, drink and eat well<3 you're amazing, and beautiful<33

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sunray-222 · 3 months

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TEXTS from BF! Matt

warnings: NONE suggestive if you squint.

i just love these and wanted to make my own!🤍

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo texts

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sunray-222 · 3 months

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WHICH WHORE WILL WIN HAS ME CRYING😭😭😭

chris and matt having a slut off 😭😭

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sunray-222 · 3 months

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This is what i look like reading the filthiest smut on this app

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sunray-222 · 3 months

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i don’t normally care abt drama, but i keep seeing madi stories of her x a female reader and that is not right. madi is straight (as far as we know anyways) and there is nothing confirmed (by madi herself) of her having interest in having a female partner.

you guys know how having nick x a female reader in a romantic way is wrong? so is with madi. madi is straight, she likes men not women. this is wrong on so many levels.

i don’t see you writing nick with a girl so why are you writing madi with a girl? i’ve seen countless stories, imagines, and more of madi x a female reader. this is not right.

now this isn’t drama i haven’t seen anyone say anything. but i have seen far too many stories of madi x a girl and it is wrong on so many levels.

1. you wouldn’t write nick with a female reader right (unless it was solely platonic)? or matt or chris with a male reader right (unless it was solely platonic)?

2. why is it right to do that to madi? this is sexism at its finest and shows every part of this fandom is fucked up in so many ways.

thanks for listening to my ted talk!

please reblog i’m sick of these stories.

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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Second to you. | C.S

part 2.

warnings: angsty, strong language, mentions of panic attacks/hyperventilating, suggestive, ends with fluff bc idc i love happy endings, lmk if i miss anything.

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it had been two weeks since you left. you’d wound up staying with your best friend and her boyfriend, whether or not you planned staying there long term or not was still yet to be determined.

“y/n, honey?” she asked softly, knocking on the door. “yeah” you mumbled out, curling tighter into yourself. “are you planning on waking up today?” her tone was soft, she was very understanding of your situation with chris.

“not really, babe. maybe later.” you wanted to get up, truly you did. but every time you got up you were more miserable than when you laid there. “alright,” you could hear the last syllable fading as she walked away.

silent tears rolled down your face as you rolled over in the guest bed. somehow falling asleep, though you don’t even remember doing so.

all you’d remembered was the sun slightly creeping through the curtains, however when you awoke it was pitch black. checking the time on your phone, it was 10:30 or so. y/b/n and her boyfriend were awake, downstairs watching a movie what you could hear. and it only made you think of you and chris.

you had muted his texts, and when you checked you had over a hundred from him that hadn’t been read at all.

a solid fifty from matt.

and only one from nick, explaining he loves you and he loves his brother more than life but he knew this wasn’t his business.

you appreciated that. in all honesty, it broke you more knowing that your relationships with matt, nick, and the rest of his family were diminished as well when you ended your relationship.

it was now 11 or so, when you heard y/b/n’s boyfriend pause the movie, most likely assuming they were heading to sleep so you could finally go down there and eat.

unfortunately, they paused it to answer a knock at the door.

“chris?” y/b/n asked, eyebrows raised, “what are you doing here?”

chris looked rough. bags underneath his blue eyes, looking like he’d barely slept at all these last two weeks, baggy clothes which wasn’t too far out of his usual.

“where is she?” he asked, his voice hoarse, and from the look of his bloodshot eyes it’s because he’d been crying. “she’s asleep, chris. go home.” y/b/n said, her soft voice a little more stern.

“please, y/b/n. just please let me talk to her. if it gets me nowhere, fine. just please let me try. and then i’ll go, please i can’t keep on like this it’s killing me.” his voice cracked a bit between every word, like he was fighting his own tears.

and despite y/b/n’s better judgement, she knew deep down you needed this too. like he said, even if it gets him nowhere, in the very least you’ll get closure. and maybe that’ll move you on.

“upstairs, last room on the right.” she sighed, stepping aback, letting him make his way through the house. it didn’t take long for him to find you, placing a soft knock on the door.

“goodnight, y/b/n.” you say, thinking it’s just her coming to tell you goodnight. “y/n?” chris called to you, opening the door lightly.

at this point- you’re sure your brain is just wired from how much you’ve slept. that has to be what it is. surely he’s not really there.

“i just wanna talk, y/n/n.” he explained, sitting down on the bed in front of you. unfortunately he was very real and very much there.

“about what? honestly chris, about what?” you asked, sitting up, tears staining your face again even looking at him. “us, y/n i’m breaking apart here.”

“that’s rich coming from you,” the smile on your face reeked of sarcasm, as you tilted your head, looking upward. “i know.” his voice was deep, yet shy. his face stayed down toward his lap, afraid to look you in the eyes.

“i’ve laid in this fucking bed, barely ate, and i can only cry for you and sleep. do you know how fucking pathetic that is? breaking up with you took a piece of me that i’m afraid i’ll never get back.” you explained, laying back down and rolling your body away from him.

“baby i-”

“don’t fucking call me that.” your tone was cold, and your voice was raised as you said fucking.

even after full screaming fights, even after your most intimate moments, chris was sure he’d never heard you more serious. and this scared him.

“i’m sorry, y/n. from the bottom of my fucking heart i am so sorry. i fucked up. i lost the only thing that was really mine. i’ve shared everything with my brothers my whole fucking life. you were mine and i fucked it up.”

the tears continued to spill out of your eyes.

“y/n when we broke up, i was under so much stress trying to get shit figured out for my brand, meetings about another fucking tour, and i am so fucking sorry. i had no right to take it out on you and i did not mean to make our relationship so fucking sour. i hate myself for what i did to you. if i could take it back and change it i promise i would, you mean the fucking world to me. conscious minded me would’ve never hurt you like that, y/n you have to believe me.”

he hiccuped the last bit, the tears finally getting the better of you. you could count on one hand how many times chris cried in front of you.

“you hurt me, so bad christopher. at the end of our relationship,” you started sitting up, pulling his face into your hands and forcing eye contact. “you wouldn’t even touch me chris. you wouldn’t lay with me, i started to look in the mirror differently. because what 20 year old man doesn’t want to have sex with his girlfriend.”’

“i know, i’m sorry.” he cried, his eyes squeezing shut. his breaths ragged as he cried, leaning into your chest. “it was stress. i promise y/n, you know m-me. i-i would’ve never hurt you.” his tears were real, as he laid into you nearly sobbing.

“chris, chris, breathe. you’re gonna hyperventilate if you don’t calm down.” you soothed, rubbing his back. “please help me,” his cries were so pitiful, as you sat him up looking him in the eyes as you breathed deeply with him.

after a few moments, he spoke again. “i’m sorry i freaked out like that.”

“chris, it’s okay.” your voice was understanding as you brushed hair out of his face. “no it’s not. i just- i’m sorry, y/n. i’m gonna leave you alone. i think i’ve freaked you out enough for one night.” he sighed, standing up.

“chris, please don’t leave.” your voice was almost a whisper, as tears rolled down your face. “i miss you.” you cried out, hugging onto his torso, as he stood in front of you. soothingly, he ran a hand through your hair as he listened to you cry. “i miss you too, baby.”

“i’m sorry chris. i want you back,” you cried into him. “hey, hey, no.” he started, as he sat down on the bed in front of you. “do not apologize you did nothing wrong. that was all me, baby i promise. and i promise to come to you when things are wrong and i will never take it out on you again.”

you nodded, “i wanna come home chris. i haven’t even unpacked.” you explained, motioning to the bags beside the bed. “i hoped you’d say that. we might wanna hurry though, i’m surprised matt hasn’t laid down on the horn already with his impatient ass.” chris laughed, helping you pick the bags up and carry them down.

“no more trouble in paradise?” y/b/n asked, with a smile on her face. “nope. thank you for letting me stay babe you’re the best.” you smiled, hugging her.

you were ready to go back to the house, because chris was your home.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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Second to you. | C.S

warnings: angst, asshole chris, strong language, breakups, lmk if i miss anything

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when you and chris started dating, it was because you loved him for who he was. not the fame, not what he could bring you, just him. and chris was so in love with you, initially. chris was your escape, from your stresses, your mental health, everything.

chris was your go to. “i’ve got you no matter what baby. i promise.” he’d said it to you countless times, at first it was sweet but the course of your relationship currently, now it felt like he thought he was obligated to say it.

things lately had been rather, intense between the two of you. and not in a good way. you two barely talked, when you did it felt as if chris was always annoyed with you. you slept together, but a million miles apart. it just wasn’t the you and chris that you were used to.

“so, are we going to that party tonight?” you asked, hopeful eyes. maybe going out will bring out the better in you two.

“prolly’ not.” chris mumbled, not even looking up from his phone. “oh, baby please. we haven’t been out in forever?” you begged again, and chris only rolled his eyes as he continued scrolling.

you bit back the tears and the arguing, just wanting one day where you guys don’t fight. you went about your day deciding that whether or not chris went out with you, you and your friends and nick were going.

it was roughly 7:30 when chris decided to pay attention to you, and the short dress you landed on.

“where are you going?” he asked, his tone uneasy as he watched you carefully. “out, the party remember?” you asked, eyes widened as you explained.

“uh.. i guess i don’t remember you bringing that up.”

“course you don’t.” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “if i’d have said it naked chris i don’t think you’d realize then.”

and it only continued. the uncomfortable tension didn’t die down, it got worse matter of fact.

“you’re always on the fucking phone, of course you don’t listen.” you cried, voice horse. the two of you had been arguing for what felt like hours, over chris not paying attention to you.

“i’m always on the fucking phone because you’re fucking paranoid y/n. over everything. and it’s leaking out on me. i can’t handle all this shit y/n it’s exhausting.”

“you’re exhausted? try talking to someone who makes you feel like you’re fucking background noise. who makes you feel like you’re the second choice to their phone!” you yelled back, “and on the topic of being fucking paranoid it all started when you started shutting me out you fucking dick.”

you stomped away, slamming the bedroom door in his face. “don’t shut my fucking door in my face, you forget you moved in with me this is my shit y/n. chill your fucking ass out!” he screamed, slamming the door behind him.

“god why do you fucking hate me now?” you asked, tears streaming as you laid on the bed back away from him.

“i don’t. you’re being overdramatic and over reacting to fucking nothing.” chris sighed, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor and rubbing his hands over his face.

“i’m going to bed.” you cried, reaching up to turn the lamp off.

“whatever, y/n/n.” chris mumbled, grabbing a blanket and heading to sleep on the couch.

weeks had gone. and the silence was unbearable. and it had all hit you like a ton of bricks when matt asked you, matt who lived with you, “are you two even still together?”

you’d made your mind up then.

it’d been two days since matt asked, and subtly you’d been packing your bags, preparing to stay with one of your friends until you’d figured something out.

it was about 10 o’clock when you hear the sound of matt’s van pulling in and the doors shutting. you sat on the bed, with your bags all around you.

a rough 5 maybe even 10 minutes later chris finally makes his way into the room.

“you havin’ a slumber party or something?” he laughed, standing in front of the dresser pulling night clothes out. “i’m leaving, chris.”

the room fell silent. and chris was trying to fully wrap his head around your sentence. “okay, are you visiting family?”

it was a stupid question, you both knew that. you both also knew chris wasn’t fully grasping reality here. “no, christopher, i’m leaving you.”

“no, no. y/n you’re not, if this is about the fighting i’m sorry i was a dick, i’ll do better.” chris explained, panic in his voice as he turned around. “no, christopher. i tried to get you to change,” you huffed, looking down, you knew that if you looked him in the eyes it’d be immediate tears.

“y/n, please baby. i was just stressed, we can go somewhere just us i’ll turn my phone off better yet i’ll leave it here please baby. i’m sorry.” his voice cracking, it’s as if tears were going to slip any second.

“no chris. no. you were all i had, all i have if i’m being honest with myself. and i wish you all the best in the world. but i’m tired of feeling like i have to compete with your phone, and honestly yourself for your attention. i’m through letting you beat me down everyday.” you explained, pushing his hands off of your lap.

“y/n, it was just stress i promise i’ll do better.” his eyes filled with tears as he sat in the floor in front of you.

“chris i don’t even think you’re crying because we’re done, i just think you don’t wanna be alone.” you mumbled, standing up and going towards the door.

“i’m through letting you destroy me by being with me but not really being with me. i love you chris, but i have to love me more.”

sad, short, and angsty. love y’all lmfao

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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i’ve got chris angst i’m sitting on. do y’all want it or no😭🙏🏻

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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Angel Baby. | M.S

pairing: matt sturniolo and y/n

summary: in which matt and his brothers are a pretty big deal in a small town. y/n, who is the daughter of a school teacher and a fireman has never understood the hype around those sturniolo boys anyways. however, when matt takes her home to save her from pouring rain, she decides to give him a chance.

warnings: cursing, short chapter, lmk if i missed anything

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“so, tonight?” matt asked, standing beside you against the lockers. “if you don’t stop asking me, the answer is going to change i promise you.” you laughed, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

“i’m just excited, y/n.” he laughed, gently pushing your side. “i know, i know.” and it was true. matt was excited, and as bad as you tried to fight the thought, you wondered if he was excited for the wrong reasons.

he had a history. of talking girls up, just to never show. he was tough, rude, loud, but with you he was soft. was he like this with every girl he lets down?

the thoughts didn’t have long to linger, as he pressed on with another question. “so we can go to the drive in, and watch a movie…or watch a movie.” he teased, and that’s when a whole new string of fears crossed your mind.

“is that what you think this is gonna be?”

his face completely dropped. “what? no-no y/n i was just joking, i promise i’m not like what you think- i- it was just a stupid joke i shouldn’t have said it. i’m sorry.”

“it’s um, it’s alright matt.. i’ve gotta catch my science class i’ll see you later.” you smiled, quickly walking away from the boy.

you fucking idiot matt thought to himself. in all honesty, he was kidding. and up until this point he’d never been serious about a girl, never talking to one for longer than 48 hours. you were a whole new territory for him. and that scared him.

“oh, hey y/n!” nick beamed, he’d never spoken to you before this. “hey,” you said breathlessly, not realizing how quick you’d walked to avoid matt. “are you excited for tonight?” his eyes danced across your face, looking hopeful for his brother. “oh, yeah i’m over the moon.” you laughed, opening your notebook to a fresh page.

“well, good. because i’ve never seen matt look so excited for something.”

and that’s when all your anxieties came back. you’ll never understand why the reassurance makes you second guess, maybe it’s because you’re letting your guard down, maybe it’s because you’re reading too far into matt’s past. whatever it was, you were beyond sick and tired of the feeling.

the day dragged on, you listened to madi gush to nadia about her phone calls with chris, but the one thing on your mind was matt.

what he was doing, what was he wearing tonight? even worse, what were you going to wear? most little girls dream of their first dates, how beautiful they’ll be, everything. you were different, while those were the goals they had, you had envisioned life away from your town. you had no idea what to do here.

what you didn’t know, was matt didn’t either. even going as far as to forge a letter from his parents, saying he and his brothers had a doctors appointment just so they could leave early and go find an outfit for him.

“this is ridiculous,” chris laughed. “would you shut the fuck up.” matt huffed from inside the dressing room, fixing the collar of the shirt before walking out. “how do i look?”

“like ice cube. pop a few buttons tough guy,” chris laughed, however nick seen how serious his brother was. “maybe try a different one, one that’s more you and not what you think y/n will like.” nick explained, fighting the smile and the urge to laugh at chris’ joke.

“would you quit being a dick!” nick hissed, popping chris on the arm as matt disappeared into the dressing room. “nick, dude looked like he was gonna bust out rapping straight outta compton at any second. i’m trying to help him.”

“well thank you for being honest about his outfit choices dickhead, but if he’s too far into his head he’ll fuck the whole date up with y/n. please just be gentle when you don’t like something, for the love of fucking christ.” nick explained, lightly hitting his forehead for emphasis. chris only rolled his eyes, waiting to see what his brother walked out in next.

“so you have a date tonight?” your mom asked, a wide grin on her face as you stepped into the house. you gave a simple ‘mhm’ as a response, making your way to your room. “where is madi, i figured she’d love to help you get ready,” she asked, resting her hand on the railing to the stairs.

“she’s waiting for her guy to call her. i gotta get ready mom,” you called back, shutting your door just before she could answer.

you laid back flat against your bed, your hands covering your face immediately. “what did i get myself into?!” you groaned, sitting up and connecting your phone to the speaker.

in some way the music calmed you as you made your way to the closet. you landed on a simple plain black top, and baggy jeans. for hair, you kept it simple, same with makeup. by any standards, you looked like you were just hanging out, not a date.

but the truth was, that was the real you. the you that you wanted matt to see you as. if this was going to work at all, matt had to see you for you.

the next two hours flew by, and finally there was a knock at your door.

“hi,” you smiled, only to cut yourself off

it was nick at your door.

“hey, y/n i’m sorry to do this, matt’s not feeling the best. i think tonight’s a no go. he’ll call later, i gotta head out. i’m sorry.”

and then he was gone.

maybe you were right about matt.

i’m sorry to do this to yalll and i’m sorry it took this long annnd i’m sorry this is short. part 3 soon swea 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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do i dare post angel baby 2 tonight or no?!??

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine

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sunray-222 · 4 months

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Angel Baby. | M.S

pairing : matt sturniolo x y/n

warnings: kind of suggestive? mostly fluff, cursing, no fame!au

i just loved this idea. 🫶🏻

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“oh y/n,” you hear your best friend madeline giggle down the hallway. “hi madeline,” you smile closing the locker and holding the books to your chest. “you’ll never guess who wants to take me on a date tonight!” her smile was something similar to the cheshire cat, and all you could think was ‘oh brother.’ however, being the good friend you are, you entertained her.

“oh do tell madi, i think i might die if i don’t know!” you say, sarcasm dripping from your words. her face stern, as she shoved your shoulder a bit. “christopher sturniolo!” her tone raised a bit, as she jumped up and down from excitement. “good lord madeline, i thought it was serious.” you huff, drawing your free hand to your forehead, shaking your head at her over exaggerating.

her jaw could’ve hit the floor from how agape it was, and the gasp she let out was surely for the dramatics, “y/n, my dear, my baby, it is serious! do you not understand how important him and his brothers are?” the and being dragged out far too long. “oh i know. i also know they’re raging assholes madi, i also know christopher’s track record. i support you completely, i just don’t think getting mixed up with those tools is a good idea.” you shrugged.

and in all honesty, you did support her. hell maybe you were even a little jealous of her. getting asked out by one of the most popular guys in school. but there was a reason they were popular, and it wasn’t good. they were rude, loud, obnoxious, and all in all wouldn’t do you any favors.

your one goal : make it out of this small, tiny, close minded town. maybe make it far, somewhere like new york or los angeles. near or far, your plan certainly was not to fall for a sturniolo’s meaningless words, and wind up stuck here.

after all, they were just high school boys. and high school boys are what the devil sends when he can’t reach you himself.

that school day drug on, madeline filling in everyone the each of you knew about her little plans with christopher after school. it was a little unbearable as you made your way to your locker.

as you stood there, sorting through your science and algebra books, you hear a voice clear their throat.

as quickly as the door shut, you realized it was one of the triplets. “i’m sorry, i really can’t tell the difference…which one are you?” you lied. of course you knew it was matt, it’s like everyone there could tell the difference between the three. but you being you, refused to give him the satisfaction.

“my apologies ma’am,” he smirked. “i’m matt, you’re uh… you’re y/n, friends with the girl my little brothers taking out?”

“little brother? i thought you three were all the same age?” you giggled, only half teasing. “i’m older by some minutes. answer the question, you and madeline friends?” his smile was charming, it was now you understood why all the girls chased after him.. never earning a chance though.

that was the thing about the brothers. nick was openly gay, chris would date just about any girl at that high school, and the crowd of girls not swarming chris? they followed matt like a lost puppy. he’d flirt, but he’d never take any of them serious.

“oh yeah, me and madeline are best friends.” you nodded up to the boy, starting to walk past him. he took a few short steps, quickly catching up within seconds. “well.. im kind of chris’s ride everywhere… you mind giving me madeline’s address? so i can pick her up for their date,” he seemed… nervous? oh don’t be silly y/n you thought to yourself he’d never be nervous to talk to you, every girl here practically throws herself at him.

“matt, why don’t you ask madeline yourself?” you ask, stopping at the door before your math class. “oh come on, y/n there’s one more class of the day, please tell me.” his tone was whiny like a child, and you couldn’t fight the giggle at him. quickly, you pulled a piece of paper from your notebook, he provided you a pen.

“christopher told her 6pm,” you explained, jotting down the last bit of her address “don’t be late.” you sighed, handing him the paper. “only because you were so kind,” he smirked, folding the paper and walking away.

“oh, my, god!?” your and madeline’s other close friend nadia whisper yelled as you sat down beside her. “what?” you asked, opening your book and grabbing a pen. “what did matthew want?” she smiled, urging you for details about the conversation. “oh my, nadia he was just asking for madi’s address.” you giggled, writing your name.

that class went by agonizingly slow, and then the bell finally rang.

“yeesh, madi he sure knows how to pick date nights.” you mumbled, referring to the cloudy skies. “oh hush, y/n. the way i’m feeling, it could be rain or shine i wouldn’t know the difference.” she smiled walking backwards for dramatic affect, “oh honey i’m glad.” you teased, turning her around to continue the treck back to her house.

“he’ll be here at 6, so..” she explained as we made our way up the stairs to her bedroom. “i’m thinking you pick out an outfit, while i do my hair and you can help me do my makeup.”

“aww, madi! how kind of you to include me,” you giggled making your way toward her closet. “hush it. i’ll talk you up to matthew if you’re sweet!” she winked, dragging out the ee in sweet. “oh madeline anne you better not.” your tone serious, even bringing out the middle name you know she hated. “never call me anne, and why not? you two were so sweet talking in the hallway today.”

“because of who he is madi. he doesn’t give girls the time of day, and besides you know my plans. im uninterested in anyone unless they’re helping me move” you explained, as she said the last part in unison with me. “i know y/n. but you could be a teenager until you up and leave everyone, you know. i won’t say anything. but don’t say i at least never offered.” her eyes going back to putting the rollers in her hair, now beginning to touch her makeup up.

the next two hours were filled with music, her talking about chris, and the two of you doing everything possible to make her look perfect. “wow, you look…wow,” you smiled, hugging her before spraying a bit of perfume on her.

“thanks babes,” she smiled, checking her watch. “and just in time! it’s 6!” and like clockwork, the doorbell rang. “madeline, your date is here!” you hear madeline’s mother call, as she was in the kitchen preparing some dinner for her and madeline’s father.

you raced down the stairs to answer the door, “hi christopher, madeline will be down in a second.” you smiled, nodding to chris. he gave you a small smile back, and speaking out a tiny okay.

moments later, madi finally came down stairs. “im ready,” she smiled, fixing the necklace that hang loosely around her neck. “hi, you look- you look beautiful.” chris smiled, holding some flowers in front of him. “oh, these are for you.” the blush across his face was sweet.

it was in this moment you realized, it must be nice. young love, a boy picking you up from your house, both of you dressed nice, just to go to the old drive in a quarter of a mile away from madeline’s house.

madeline took the flowers from chris, handing them to you, as she made her way out the door hand in hand with chris. “home by 11!” you hear her mother yell out, just before the front door shut.

in somewhat of a rush to get home and study, you made your way to the kitchen, quickly putting the flowers in an old vase, and taking them upstairs to carefully place them in madi’s room.

just as you were about to be out the door to head home, madeline’s mother calls out, “y/n, dear, if you don’t mind, madi’s jacket is in here on the kitchen table, i worry about her being cold, drop it off to her will you?” “yeah of course.” you mumbled.

you really didn’t want too. crash a date, oh brother just what you needed. at least it wasn’t a very long walk.

you made your way to the side gate, sneaking in so you wouldn’t have to pay to see john carpenter’s halloween, and eat carnival snacks. by the side gate, was the old lawn chairs for the people who didn’t park in time.

it was there you caught matt and nick, but no chris and madi. “hey, um.. matt.” you whispered, tapping his shoulder, at first his expression was annoyed before turning around and realizing it was you.

“oh, hey y/n. you need anything?” he asked, standing, moving to the middle area so you two weren’t in anyone’s way. “yeah, madi’s mom asked if i could bring her jacket. do you know where they are?” you asked, watching a slight blush come across his face.

“oh, uh, i kinda let them have the car to themselves. whatever they’re doin’… i promise madi’s alright without it. i’ll hold it for her though?” matt explained, scratching the back of his neck. “oh!” you gasped, finally picking up what he was laying down. “yeah, um, thanks.” you said quickly, handing the jacket to matt.

“woah, woah!” he spoke, a little loudly as he ran a bit to catch up with you. “let me walk you home? there’s a good hour left, i’ve got time to get back. and there’s bad people out there at night.”

was he this sweet to every girl? or was it because his brother was trying to have sex with your best friend?

“matt i really appreciate it, but i don’t want to make you leave your car.” you smiled, turning once more to walk away.

however, he caught up in just enough time to grab your arm and have you face him again. “y/n, it’s not making me do anything. i’m offering. please let me walk you, at least to the main part of town?”

you looked between his eyes, which were pleading for you to say yes, and the ground. “sure,” you mumbled, he smiled a bit, turning towards the exit, walking the both of you out again.

“you’re a real good friend, y/n. bringing her that coat,” he smiled down to you. “oh, it was no big deal. i’d do just about anything for madeline.” you smiled to him, “that’s sweet.” he laughed a bit.

you two hadn’t made it far, maybe 5 or 6 minutes away as rain out of nowhere began pouring. “oh shit, here y/n, cover yourself we can get back to my car and head home.” matt yelled over the rain, handing you the jacket.

as you placed it over your head, you felt matt secure a hand around your waist as he made his way back to the side gate quickly running the two of you to his car.

“fuckin’ hell that rain came out of nowhere.” he huffed, quickly opening the door for you, as he ran to his side. “y/n?! what are you doing here?” madeline asked, a smirk sly on her face. “i- your mom asked me to bring you a jacket, and matt was going to walk me back to the main side of town, but it’s raining and-”

“and now i’m taking the both of you home.” matt answered, cutting you off. it wasn’t rude, just seemed he was trying to avoid conversation.

“i wish nick would hurry his fucking ass.” chris mumbled, sliding an arm around madi. “finally.” he laughed, as nick opened the passenger side, slamming it shut once he seen you and hopping in the back.

where did sweet matt go? more importantly, why did you care?

it’s not like you and matt were on a date. madi and chris were. matt’s just being a nice guy. that’s all. and him cutting off any question on why you two were together, gave you all you needed to know. he didn’t see you that way, and he didn’t want madi thinking he seen you that way.

as he turned the radio on, an old love song sounded through. matt only rolled his eyes as he quickly shut it off, getting onto the highway and headed toward madeline’s house.

the drive was short, and matt was silent as he threw the car in park. “please don’t take years telling her goodnight chris. i wanna go home,” he mumbled, scrolling through his phone. chris rolled his eyes, mumbling “dickhead” as he got out, helping madeline slide out of the middle seat.

“matthew, is everything alright?” you asked, he blushed, looking up to you, “yeah. just- i don’t like driving in the rain.” he nodded, his full attention now back to his phone.

you bit back tears, as quickly as chris came back to the car. “i live on marbury lane. it’s just passed the drive in, and after the red light.” you explained. “i know where it’s at. chris dated one of your neighbors last year.” matt explained, putting the car in drive as he took off.

you supposed once chris is done with a girl, matt’s good guy facade is done too.

the drive was short and simple, and before you knew it, his car was parked just in front of your driveway.

you sighed as you picked up your school bag, and just before you had the opportunity to open the door. “wait, y/n, i’ll walk you in.” matt explained, hopping out quickly, coming to open your door.

you gave him a shy smile, as he opened the door giving you room to step out. “i’m sorry, if i seemed rude.” his voice was soft, and he didn’t slam the car door. “oh, really it’s alright.” you smiled turning to head to the door. “no, y/n… i was nervous. around your friend- and- i don’t know. i shouldn’t have acted that way.”

“it’s okay, matthew. goodnight.”

“let me take you out.”

the silence that fell upon both of you was deafening. “i don’t- matt i don’t date. you’re sweet but-” “but what?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit as he sounded genuinely hurt. “it’s not you matt. i just don’t date.” you shrugged.

“are you not allowed?” he asked, stepping toward you. “it’s not that i’m not allowed, my mom wants me to date.. i just have a plan matt. and i don’t need anything tying me here.”

god y/n, you thought to yourself. get over yourself! you want to go out with him, what is stopping you?!

“please? just one date, if i can’t change your mind with one, you can swear off dating again and i won’t complain. i’m sorry for being a dick, i just didn’t know how to talk to you in front of someone i didn’t know, but i’ll work on it if you just-” “matt if i say yes, will you quit rambling?” you giggled to the blushing boy.

his smile only grew, “only if you say yes.”

“you’ve got yourself a date, sturniolo. but please don’t bring your brothers.”

“anything for you.”

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