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vanteguccir · 3 months

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Lovestruck boy | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick and Chris are trying to record wednesday's video, but Matt's lovestruck gaze keeps going to Y/N, distracting himself.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Matt! Hellooo, is anyone there?" Nick spoke from behind the camera while moving his arms around exasperatedly, looking at his brother, who had his eyes focused on the couch in the back of the room.

Matt is the kind of guy that when he loves, he loves hard.

So to say that Matt was crazy about Y/N was an understatement, all that was on his mind day and night was his girlfriend; His days were happier with her by his side, he felt like he had more energy and strength to do anything, only because of her.

His favorite thing in the world was seeing her happy, so his heart warmed every time he heard her talking about the books she was reading with so much passion and affection - so much so that he lost count of how many times he took her to the bookstore and bought more than 100 dollars in books, just to be able to hear her talk about the characters that Matt never memorized the names of and the story that always made she speak too quickly and with so much devotion.

Whenever Matt was with his brothers or friends, he would mention his girl. It was automatic, everything reminded him of her. He was obsessed. With all that said, it was inevitable that, being in the same room, the boy wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her.

The theme of that Wednesday's video was something suggested by Y/N herself, as just a few minutes ago the four of them were lying on the sofa in the living room, the girl with her feet on Matt's lap while starting a new book, while the brothers watched old videos of themselves on television.

His hands caressed the tops of her feet covered in fluffy Iron Man socks, which she had probably stolen from his side of the drawer. Every now and then Matt's right hand would go up her legs to Y/N's left hand, taking it away from the book and to his mouth, sealing the warm, soft skin with love, keeping his eyes on the TV screen.

A smile grew on Matt's face every time his brothers made vomiting sounds, calling them disgusting. While Y/N felt like her cheeks could explode from how red they became.

Matt's teenage voice coming from the videos made Y/N's heart warm, and seeing the silly smiles on the triplets' faces as they traveled through the land of nostalgia made an idea pop into the girl's head, who instantly put down the book and paused the video, catching the attention of them.

And this takes us to the current moment, after Y/N has separated some pictures from when they were children, teenagers or nowadays on Nick's phone, having created an album to be used in that specific video.

Matt and Chris were sitting at the kitchen table, facing the camera, Nick - who was standing behind it with the album open on his phone -, and consequently also facing the sofa, where Y/N was sitting comfortably as she flipped through her book, a smile appearing every now and then on her face as her expressions changed according to the events in the story.

A cup of cappuccino that Matt made for her rested on her legs, keeping her warm, while her right hand came out of the book every now and then and picked up the drink, taking a sip.

It was the third time that Nick caught Matt's attention, who seemed to get lost in his girlfriend's figure, and all external sounds, including his brothers' voices, became muffled.

To disguise it, the boy would randomly guess the name of one of his brothers or himself when Nick showed a small part of a picture, getting it wrong almost every time. This led to him having the lowest score.

"What? Yes, that's Chris." Matt blinked his eyes quickly, looking away from Y/N and to the phone in Nick's hands.

"Matt, it's you!" Nick exclaimed, rolling his eyes and sighing, he knew the video would continue like this if he didn't get Y/N out of the room, but his best friend looked too comfortable on the couch.

"Pay attention, dumbass." Chris slammed the palm of his left hand against Matt's forehead, earning a slap back on the arm.

Y/N lifted her head from the book momentarily, holding back a laugh as she saw the brothers fighting, rolling her eyes playfully before returning her attention to the story, adjusting her position on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention. I promise." Matt raised his hands in surrender, swallowing hard as he glanced briefly at Y/N and saw her laughing softly, returning his eyes to his older brother and forcing himself to keep them there.

"For those of you who aren't understanding, Y/N is sitting on the couch reading, and Matt can't stop looking at her. He's obsessed, I swear." Nick muttered behind the camera, shaking his head even though they couldn't see him.

When the first round ended, Chris got up and took Nick's place behind the camera, agreeing to be the next to show the pictures and be the jury.

Nick handed him the phone and sat down next to Matt, looking briefly at the couch and closing his lips in a thin line at Y/N's wide eyes at the book, probably surprised by some absurd scene.

The oldest looked at Matt, seeing that his brother was already looking at Y/N, too. Their eyes quickly met when Matt felt Nick looking at him, a laugh escaping both of their mouths.

"Are you ready?" Chris asked after choosing the first picture he would use, receiving a nod from the two brothers, who had both arms on the table so they could reach the "button" faster.

The youngest zoomed in on the pic and turned the screen towards the two, waiting for one of them to get it right.

Matt had never moved so fast, his left hand slamming against the post-it too hard as his eyes were wide in euphoria.

"It's me! Look at Y/N's hand there." Matt shouted in excitement, raising his right hand and pointing at the phone behind the camera.

"Yeah, that's Matt." Nick sighed, knowing that even though he got it right too, Matt spoke first. "You only got it right because Y/N is in the picture!"

"Obviously, he knows Y/N's traits more than he knows his own." Chris scoffed from behind the camera, zooming out of the image and looking for the next one.

The picture in question was from a day when the four of them went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant about a year ago, Nick and Chris were sitting on one side of the table and Y/N and Matt on the other. Matt had his elbows resting on the wooden table and his hands crossed, laughter escaping his lips when he heard something Chris said, while Y/N joined him in laughing, her hands crossed around his right bicep and her head resting on his covered shoulder.

The pic was taken by Nick, being the passionate photographer that he was, and Chris felt a smile stretch across his face as he remembered the moment.

Even though they made fun of their brother so much for being a crazy in love for Y/N, they felt their chest fill with joy for their brother every time they saw them together. They knew that their brother had found his other half, and seeing him as happy as ever made them just as happy.

"I know, he's obsessed with her." Nick commented again, receiving a slap on the back of his head, letting out a laugh when he saw Matt roll his eyes, but don't deny anything.

The girl looked up again when she heard her name being said by one of the boys and her person being mentioned more than once. Her eyes met Matt's blue ones, who looked at her with love and affection, an easy smile appearing on his face almost automatically.

Y/N smiled back, blowing a kiss, which the boy pretended to catch with his left hand and keep in the pocket of his hoodie.

When the round changed again, it was Matt's turn to stand behind the camera and choose the pictures.

The boy got up from his seat, fixing his pants and walking over to where Chris was, taking the phone from his hand and closing the last picture chosen by the youngest.

His thumb scrolled across the screen, looking for the first one he would use as he let his brothers settle down.

A smile stretched across Matt's face as he passed by a picture of Nick and Y/N, where they were both wearing sunglasses, with feathers around their necks and making faces at the camera. Nick had his left hand raised showing a peace sign, and it was there that Matt decided to zoom in, but not before lingering his eyes for a few seconds on the full image, admiring his girlfriend there.

Matt took advantage of the fact that his brothers were in a silly argument and turned around momentarily, looking at his girl, who was now in a position that in his head was probably very uncomfortable, but he already knew that for Y/N, the most different positions were the best.

The girl felt eyes on her and looked up, seeing Matt standing there admiring her. A reddish color took over her cheeks, and her fingers played with the pages of the book, trying to hide her shyness.

Matt nodded briefly at the book as if asking her how the story was going. Y/N smiled at the action, making a chief kiss gesture with her right hand while her left held the book open, afraid of losing the page she stopped at.

"I want to hear all abo-" Matt began in a low voice, just for Y/N to hear, but his sentence was cut by a hand hitting the table.

"I'm going to get Y/N out of the room if you don't turn around now and do your job." Nick said, crossing his arms. Chris held back his laughter beside him, his face turning red from the force he exerted in the action.

"You're so unnecessary." Matt rolled his eyes, throwing a wink at Y/N, who had a goofy smile, before turning to face his brothers again.

"No, you are." Nick responded, opening his mouth to argue against Matt again, only to be stopped by Chris, who smacked his left arm while laughing.

"Go ahead, Matt." The youngest asked, straightening up and clearing his throat, looking at his brother as he waited for the first picture.

Nick sent a bored look to Y/N, who was still watching them intently. The girl laughed softly, turning her attention back to the book as she felt her heart warm.

Y/N felt so grateful for her boyfriend and his brothers, who she saw as family. She would never forget the day Nick thanked her for how happy she made his brother, but little did he know, it was Matt who made her the happiest.

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Extra - comments:

"Matt looking behind the camera every 2 minutes with a lovestruck look on his face was the cutest thing I've ever seen 😔"

"Matt being able to guess the picture that had Y/N in it just because of her 😭"

"I love how Nick and Chris make fun of Matt for his love for Y/N all the time"

~ "deep down, they love them together more than the couple itself lol"

"I want to have a boyfriend who is as obsessed with me as Matt is with Y/N 🧎‍♀️"

"Y/N is a total bookworm, and I'm here for it!"

~ "petition for her to make tiktoks about the books she reads ✏️📄"

"it's incredible to see the difference between Matt before Y/N and Matt during Y/N. She's so good for him 🥺"

"Matt smiles so much when Y/N is near 😫"

"Matt and Y/N >>>>>>> any other famous couple"

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saintsturn · 4 months

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gentleman | matt sturniolo !

summary: you have a smoke sesh with one of the cute guys your friend brought over

cw: stoner! matt, fluff, light petting, kisses, flirting, mentions of alcohol

(bruh i haven’t been on tumblr in yrs i’m scared to post ts i’m bout to shit myself)

lowercase intended

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you sat upon the granite island in the kitchen of your apartment as the sun was setting through your window. all the contents of your randomly designated weed box scattered in front of you, leg dangling off the counter. tucking your hair behind your ears you read the time on the oven — 5:27PM.

jane— your bestfriend was coming over any minute now as she did every friday, to hangout. the two of you would fill your apartment with love and laughter, empty bottles and cans of any spirits you guys would have a taste for that night, snacks after joints or bong rips, gossip and intense conversations into the early am. this friday was a little different though. jane wanted to bring a few of her friends along to which you lightheartedly agreed, you didn’t mind.

they were triplets. now you’d already met nick, as jane and him are pretty close — and you absolutely loved him. you’d not met the other two but you’ve heard all about chris. jane was absolutely and almost insufferably whipped over the young man. countless conversations were had about him after she’d leave their house hanging with nick. every detail about how he looked at her, or smiled at her — like basic human interaction right? with a toothy grin on her face, later stressfully shoving her head in a pillow and whining because she’s too scared to tell him how she feels. i always end up shaking my head with a smile and a playful eye roll but i love her and i wish her the best.

you take one last sip of your coors light and set the empty can onto the counter, emitting a rattling noise. “alright,” you mumble under your breath, preparing to roll a communal joint. colorful, dollar store rhinestones cover the grinder now held between your polished fingers. humming to yourself, you hear a group of people talking their way down the hall getting closer to your apartment door. your head pops up towards the door following a knock. “come in!” you lazily yell in the direction of the door. jane enters with a warm smile, nick beside her and the other two boys following closely behind.

you greeted everyone, hugs and hello’s filling the kitchen. chatter engulfs the room as you continue to pack the joint, looking up every now and then to chirp into the everyday conversation, jokes and laughter— sometimes shooting jane a sneaky smile when she’d talk to chris. you gulp a bit with a smile, biting your lip as you refocus on the joint. they were all very attractive guys but one in particular kept catching your eye. you were a sucker for tattoos and stubble. matt’s eyes were basically burning a hole through your head and every time you’d look up he’d be smiling at you, laughing at every joke you’d make and intently listening to what you’d say, with a nod every time you joined in the conversation. you pushed the thought to the back of your head as you got back to your craft.

“oh my god, you have smirnoffs?” nick asks, stood at the open fridge with a knowing look.

“have at it,” you smile “they’re in there for everyone,” you watch as he grabs a screwdriver out of the cardboard party pack box.

“you’re the best,” the boy says with a smile and a nod.

jane chirps in “oh my god, you guys,” gaining everyone in the room’s attention “we should doordash taco bell, yeah?” she suggests, looking at everyone, eyebrows raised.

as everyone agrees, phone in hand she makes her way to the living room as nick and chris follow behind her, leaving matt and i alone.

you started to feel your tummy turn out of nervousness, wondering why he decided to stay behind. beginning to roll the joint, you felt him glance at you every now and then. matt makes his way over to the barstool in front of the island you’re perched on before sitting down.

“nice work,” he says, nodding to the joint in your hand you were rolling. you look at him letting out a breathy laugh and uttering a “yeah? thank you.”

the boy continues to stare you down, making small talk as you give the wrapping paper one last subtle lick to secure the finished product.

“you know.. i don’t wanna come off as strange or anything, but you’re just really pretty,” he compliments you, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. taken aback, your head snaps to meet his eyes before giving him a toothless grin.

“really, you think so?” you ask, flustered and struggling to keep eye contact.

matt nods.

“thanks,” your smile lingers as you look at the joint and then back at him. you catch jane making her way to the doorway before spotting the two of you, giving a confused look and then a knowing smile, slowly walking backwards into the living room. you mentally shake your head and laugh.

“how about you get first hit?” you suggest, holding the joint up to matts face. his polished fingers grab it from you, holding it as if it were a cigarette. matt shakes his head before flipping the joint around between his fingers and placing it to your mouth

“ladies first,” he grins, before grabbing the random lighter strewn across the counter along with all your other belongings and lighting it. you inhale, your chest filling with smoke and your throat burning before exhaling a white cloud tinted a faint yellow, letting out a cough.

“good girl,” he drawls, grabbing the joint back from you. “shut up,” you giggle, playfully hitting his shoulder “you’re so dumb.” you joke, ignoring your stomach tying in knots. matt stifles a laugh, shaking his head before taking a hit.

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your phone reads 8:43PM. shoving your hands into your hoodie pocket, you look at matt as he now rolls up your second joint of the night — the warm breeze blowing in your faces. the two of you wandered off to the bench on your balcony as nobody else inside wanted to go round two. they were busy playing some overpriced card game from target that had the same concept as all of the other ones. you were glad though, matt was sweet and you really enjoyed talking to him.

“here,” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts as he holds the joint to your mouth. “lemme light it for you,” he suggests, eyes hung low, focusing in on the lighter. you both go back and forth, hit for hit, letting out a cough here and there. you began to feel fuzzy, sinking into your seat as your eyes hung lower and lower.

“mmm..” matt trails off, ashing and tossing the roach into your ashtray before looking back at you, his face an inch away from yours. “hey,” he says with a lazy smirk and bloodshot eyes. you both chuckle. “hey, matt,” you smile. bringing your leg up so you can turn to face him, you continue to stare at eachother as if you were two tweakers. just met this dude.. this is so strange. you shake your thoughts away before snapping your attention back to matt who was now briefly adjusting himself.

“i really like talking to you,” he says, his voice low. you look up at him with a cheesy grin.

“i like talking to you more.”

you keep trying to stop your eyes from wandering and looking at his lips, soft, pink and wet from him licking them over and over. your insides began to feel warm, your face flushing and ears burning red. looking back up at matt, you make eye contact again as he had his eyes on you the whole time. he watches your eyes flicker between his and his lips again. it’s almost like there was some hunger inside of you that was not being fulfilled and the nerves tied up in your stomach didn’t know what to do about it.

matt gave you a cocky nod as if he was saying do it. it’s almost like he was reading your mind. you’d think you wouldn’t be too scared to kiss him since you were both high off your ass. quickly, pushing your nerves aside you give him a swift peck on the cheek, earning a drawn out chuckle from him.

“c’mon.. you’re too cute,” he beams in your face, eyes almost closing giving the illusion of him squinting. catching you off guard he gently grabs your chin between his index and thumb before planting a slow, gentle kiss on your lips. your insides were practically melting as you adjusted yourself, feeling arousal in your lower parts. this time you go to kiss his lips, and he kisses you back of course— and it feels like there are stars jumping all around in your head, you’re dizzy and drunk off him. once you move your hands up to his neck, he stops you, breaking the kiss. you look at him confused, like a lost puppy.

“you know i’m a gentleman,” he says, with a goofy smirk, his lips plump and glossy from the kiss you shared. you figured he didn’t wanna move so fast, hell, you guys just met. part of you was disappointed but you also liked it, you thought it was attractive.

“oh, really?” you ask, sarcastically

“you know it,” he nods

“you’re so corny, matt,” you chuckle, running your fingers across his tattoos as his eyes follow. he gives you a warm smile.

“you like it.. you like me,” he taunts, getting closer to your face. you gulped softly and slightly opened your mouth to say something but focused back on his arm again. you had butterflies in your stomach.

“look at you, ma, you’re so nervous,” he taunts again, his voice slow and low, ultimately running his fingers through your hair as you sunk into his chest. your heart was beating out of your chest at the mention of the pet name.

“i’ll tell you what, pretty lady,” he started. you looked up at him, intrigued. “you gimme your number— how bout i smoke you out sometime?” he asks, playing with your fingers.

“wow, you not gonna take me to dinner first?” you banter with the boy. he bites his bottom lip and smiles.

“damn, you’re right. i did say i was a gentleman, huh?” he responds, playfully raising his eyebrow. you pull out your phone to a ridiculous amount of missed text messages from jane asking you what the hell you and matt have been doing outside. you smile to yourself and hand your phone to the boy so he could add himself as a contact.

“don’t worry, i’ll take you to dinner first,” he reassures you with a light chuckle.

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#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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askmyocsandrpwiththem · 2 years

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I have a question... Or rather, a few. And these are purely because we don't see anybody older than abuela and we never see the faces of the people who destroy her home. So, here they are.

So, I know from experience that recessive genes can pop up almost randomly within families after long periods of dormancy. My own parents are dark haired, dark eyed individuals without a curl to their heads, with bad eyesight and other genetic health conditions that get passed down easily from generation to generation, but I was born with dirty blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and better health and sight than both of them. I get it from my grandmothers, who both had curly hair, and my mother's mother has red hair and green eyes. So, my first question is, who do you think Pepa gets her red hair and paler completion from? Like, nobody's mentioned it as far as I can tell, but she stands out from her siblings with how... Sunny... She looks. Her complexion reflects her family's warm tone outfits, which are sunny colors, colors you'd see used for summer days and happy citrus treats! I wonder if she gets it more from her dad's side or her mom's side, since we never see their parents even once.

I also wonder if her family's bright sunny colors are done to try and help keep her in a sunny mood. It's been all but proven that colors like yellow and lighter oranges make you happier, color theory and all that, and they wear a lot of those colors. I would assume that the colors were picked by each of the triplets as their favorite color as they grew, because that's what makes sense to me. Maybe she gravitated towards yellows because they represent the weather everybody wants to see from her, or if it's a device to keep her happy to prevent the more extreme weather.

Another question I have is, what period of history do you guys think they're in, based off of evidence given in the movie? No cars, no helicopters, no planes, no phones, not even telegram from what I could gather, which would put it at least 2 centuries back by American standards, but this clearly doesn't take place in the US and I don't know when these things started to pop up in most places in South America, which is where I think the movie takes place given culture, language, and ecosystem on display, but I could be wrong about where I think it is (Columbia or somewhere around there).

Do you guys think the jaguar was on the prowl for livestock to eat while the townsfolk were all at the ceremony when it came rushing into the house? It was suspiciously fast in getting there...

Do you guys think the reason Mirabel's dad is so panicked about the vision is because Bruno asked him, as someone born without a gift who didn't seem as enthralled by the gifts as everybody else in town is, for advice? I mean, we see the rest of the town go nuts over these gifts, they love them, they take them for granted, they never ask the madrigals if they're ok but rather almost demand they fix the towns problems. But, her dad never once says after getting stung "hey, honey, could you heal me?" Instead, he puts up with it until she gives him a snack. He's willing to put up with the pain but she gives him healing food anyways. In the scene where Luisa is moving the church and gathering donkeys the towns folk just tell her they have an issue, the donkey guy says "could you" but doesn't ask if she has the time to. Just "hey, this is my issue, can you fix it?" In a tone that's almost... Expectant... What if her dad freaked out cuz he already knew and didn't want her to know so she couldn't get in more trouble?

At the end of the movie, everybody comes together to help the madrigals rebuild the house, but they don't help find Mirabel. Unless they're searching the other side of town, which makes no sense considering she has no gift and disappeared rather quickly with dust all over her, which would have fallen off with every step more and more, leaving a trail towards the mountains behind the house, then they aren't helping at all, and the fact we only hear her family calling her name only adds to that. So, why don't they help then but they do help rebuild the house?

And do you guys think that Bruno had someone outside the walls covering the cracks in fresh paint so nobody would notice? Cuz somebody would have noticed sealed cracks on a brightly colored wall in white plaster from inside the wall

EDIT!!!! Since a couple of you have pointed it out, I would like to state I mom watched the first like 15 minutes of the movie and am currently sick so any details stated during that timeframe that answer a question here I completely missed and I apologize if I sound dumb. I have only seen the movie once so far, I will be watching it again before my semi-adoptive Hispanic uncle has a chance to see it so we can talk about it together. I specify that he is semi-adoptive because I've called him my uncle practically my whole life, but he's actually just a highschool friend of my stepdad's that we're really close to. He taught my brother and I to play DND and I taught his stepson what it means to get your butt whooped by a girl about twice your weight at a pool party for trying to hurt the younger kids. We're all very close, we all fear the sandal, and we all enjoy the tacos he makes and the southern sweet tea my mom makes. (Real Mexican tacos and southern style sweet tea with a hint of lemon are meant to go together btw, you can't change my mind, it's just so satisfying!) Once he watches the movie, my points that I have brought up here and are still unknown and interesting will be brought up with him, though he is not from the Columbia area, he was born in Mexico, because he likes the Hispanic movies and short films that Disney has released so far and also is the only person in my family that will talk about cartoons on this level with me. Again, thanks to those who pointed out the timeframe and region the movie is set in

#encanto

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emybain · 4 years

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The Blessings of Parenthood

here’s my gift for @ruby-assassin for the renegades exchange (run by @ruby-assassin and @narcissacronin)! im not usually a procrastinator but i procrastinated a lot on this, so i apologize! im also not very good at writing any of my favorite characters as parents:( i hope you enjoy this! it’s a group of snippets of osby as parents that i randomly came up with. the first one is based off of a tiktok that had me dying with laughter, so i had to include it lol.

ao3

Candy. This was because of candy.

Ruby rubbed her temples with one hand as she got a glass from the cupboard and went over to the fridge to fill it up with ice. The usually obnoxious groaning and clattering of the ice machine was almost music to her ears, at least in comparison to the piercing screams not ten feet from her. She only glanced at her four year old daughter, who was a mess on the floor. Her face was red from sobbing and screaming, yet her cheeks were void of tears. Typical. Ruby sighed and popped off the cap to the vodka, pouring the appropriate amount for the occasion.

The crying stopped. “Wha’re you doing?” Charlotte demanded. Ruby cracked open the soda can. “What are you doing?” Her voice became increasingly frustrated when her mother didn’t answer the first time.

“Trying to survive, baby girl.” Ruby swirled her drink and took a sip, turning around to face her daughter.

Lottie’s face scrunched up again, and she scrambled from the floor, stumbling over to Ruby to try and snatch the cup away. “Stooooop!”

As if some supernatural being was truly looking out for her, there was the sound of doors closing and a car locking. They were back from the grocery store. Ruby set her cup down and picked up her dramatic little actress, who pushed away at Ruby.

“Let’s go help Daddy and the boys unload the car, yeah?” she said in an overly cheery voice.

Lottie sniffled, though Ruby couldn’t detect any snot from her nose. Yep. Actress in the making. “Did-did they get candy?”

They did, Ruby knew, as she had shot Oscar a text twenty minutes ago before this whole tantrum erupted. “Well, if you help unload, you’ll see, won’t you, muffin?”

She finally stopped struggling in Ruby’s arms as Ruby opened up the screen door and walked out into the sunshine to greet her boys. Suddenly, Lottie was all too happy to see her father and her brothers. It was as though the past fifteen minutes had never happened. Ruby had to snort.

Children were truly an enigma.

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They could’ve been born yesterday, for all Ruby knew.

She vividly remembered the day they came home from the hospital. Oscar had been a mess the entire ride home. Ruby had even offered to drive, seeing as she had been more composed than him. Somehow, they managed to make it back to their apartment at the time. It was a good apartment. Served its purpose and made a good home for a young married couple, but that was also before the triplets came along.

Oscar was terrified that the dogs would be overwhelmed by the three additions to their family, but surprisingly, they took it well. More than well, actually. The labradors were fiercely protective over the babies and loved them more than anything. Even now, as they were surrounded by their family and extended, non-related family, the dogs, now old pups, sat behind the three siblings as everyone sang Happy Birthday. They were getting so big, practically grown ups. Charlotte was a vibrant ray of sunshine, in contrast to her moody toddler years. Andrew was a softie like his mother and an avid reader. Benjamin was like a mini-Oscar, acting just like him all the way down to the massive appetite.

Ruby looked around the crowded patio. From her parents and brothers and their families to Oscar’s mother to all of their friends. So much had changed. Her twin brothers were both married and had kids, though they were younger than her own. Still, the cousins got along fine. Danna and Narcissa were recently married, just returning from their honeymoon in time for the birthday party. Nova and Adrian had been married for a couple years now. Their wedding had been the most down-low thing Ruby had ever seen. A courthouse ceremony followed by a friends and family gathering. They didn’t have kids, and Ruby doubted they would ever have any of their own based on Nova’s aversion to small children and their own personal reasons, but they were fostering an eight year old, Rose, who had been considered part of the family since the day she arrived. She could tell Nova was fond of her, especially since they had a lot in common. It made Ruby think of Nova’s sister, Maggie, who wasn’t with them for the party. Ruby never got to know the girl very well, but she was almost positive the two sisters kept in touch, despite their falling out years ago.

The triplets blew out the candles on their individual small cakes. Everyone clapped. Yes, there was so much that was different now. And her babies, who she could’ve sworn she popped out just the other day, were growing up so fast.

Ten was such a big number, after all.

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“Ruby, let the kids win.” Oscar shifted himself inside their fort, pulling Ruby a bit closer to him where she sat between his legs. It was a rainy Saturday morning, and since the triplets couldn’t go outside like they normally would after breakfast, Ruby suggested they build a fort and spend the day in there. A couple hours later, their entire living room was covered in pillows and cushions and blankets and chairs from the dining room to hold everything up. After a quick text to Nova, they even figured out how to bring their TV into the fort without moving it or taping blankets to the wall over it.

“I didn’t race you for years just to be beat by my own children.” Ruby scoffed. “If they want to win, they can learn just as I did.”

The triplets all expressed their agreements, wanting to honestly beat their mother just so they could rub it in her face. Oscar chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. Ruby was in first, but just because she could, she let herself slow down a bit. Andy was in second, and shot past her. He stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.

“Won’t let them win, huh?” Oscar murmured, running a hand through her hair. Lottie and Benny soon passed her as well. She grinned even though she was facing away from him. Andy ended up winning, with Lottie in second, Benny in third, and Ruby in fourth. They hopped up from their mess of blankets to whoop and holler in success.

“Guess Mom’s not so great anymore, is she?” Andrew did a little dance in front of his parents, even shaking his butt in their face. Ruby snorted and kicked him with her foot lightly enough to push him away.

“She’s gonna have to step up her game,” Lottie joined in, giggling.

“My controller stopped working,” Ruby lied, pretending to be offended by their mocking. “You got lucky.”

Sweet, quiet Benny went against her too. “Maybe she should take lessons from Dad.”

Her mouth dropped open. The triplets laughed in response. “Oh, that’s it.” She pulled them toward her one by one, tickling their stomachs. Oscar joined in. Their fort began to shake a little and fall apart as the fight ensued, limbs being kicked every which way.

“Hey, hey, hey, watch out for the coffee table!” Oscar yanked Lottie toward him, who almost hit her head against the furniture’s leg. His brow furrowed. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She grinned at him, wriggling out of his hold. “I’m fine, Daddy.”

“This is why we don’t rough house in forts,” Ruby joked. She pushed her hair out of her face. “Look at the mess you made.”

Simultaneously, she heard three stomachs growling as the kids protested, saying she and Oscar were just as guilty. She raised an eyebrow.

“How about you guys fix the fort, and I go make some lunch?”

“And then I can teach you guys all my secrets.” Oscar winked at their kids. “She’ll never admit it, but I used to beat her all of the time when we were younger.”

“Guess someone doesn’t want lunch.” Ruby crawled away from him and toward the entrance, halfway out when she felt his hand on her ankle.

“You’re not going anywhere until you take that back,” he joked, following her out. She turned around and leaned over on her knees. His head was poking out of the little blanket entryway. The look he gave her, pleading yet mischievous, melted her.

She bent down a little more to peck his lips; he reached a hand up and pulled her back by her neck. The two kisses he gave her were slightly deeper and full of smiles.

“When I come back, it’s you against me.” She trailed a finger down his face and lowered her voice. “Winner chooses their prize.”

His eyes flashed. “It’s on.”

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #aged up #oscar silva #ruby tucker #osby #tuckva #adrian everhart #nova artino #nodrian #danna bell #narcissa cronin #danissa #my writing

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darriness · 4 years

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3 On 1, Q's 1-15 :)

Ooooh! Yay! Thank you!!!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

The inspiration for this fic came when I randomly discovered that Darren, Alex Brightman, and Henry Golding all had the exact same birthday. And then @ipwarn and I had a conversation about them being triplets and it all snowballed from there!

2: What scene did you first put down?

Like most of the fic I write, I wrote this one in order so the first scene is the first thing I wrote :)

3: What's your favorite line of narration?

Just realized I missed this question for A Life In A Year - Oops! (Not that I would be able to answer it for that fic anyway! lol)

For 3 on 1, I’m going to pick a line that isn’t particularly magnificent but I have things to say about it. My favourite line of narration is “And suddenly, Blaine seems like the perfect person to talk to about this.”

This line of dialogue comes just after Henry meets and spends some time with Kurt and as much as I love Klaine...I REALLY enjoyed Henry’s character and exploring his thoughts and feelings when it came to Kurt. I could picture, if 3 on 1 was an actual full length novel, I would write sequels focussing on Henry and Alex and I think Henry’s would be SO interesting to delve into. He was my favourite character to get inside his head and so...yeah :)

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

I went back through and no line of dialogue REALLY stuck out to me but I did kind of enjoy this one (I just copied and pasted with the narration as well but it’s the quotes I like the best):

“Amelia throws her hands up in the air in exasperation but it’s Blaine who answers, “Are you seven?” He asks, incredulously, and the question just makes Alex’s arms cross tighter, “Because that’s how you’re acting. This is like the time mom and dad bought us scooters for our birthday and you got pissed that I got the red one because you wanted the red one.”

Kurt furrows his brow, “Are you likening me to a scooter?” “

5: What part was hardest to write?

The hardest part for me was writing the part where they all found out they were dating the same person for sure

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

It’s the most AU fic I’ve written so I suppose that makes it special.

7: Where did the title come from?

I struggled with the title. Even now I’m not 100% happy with it. But it’s really just meant to be taken literally. There are three men and only one Kurt (I actually asked my beta if it wasn’t a good title because of it’s sports connotation considering there is no sports in the fic).

There were a few other working titles this fic had (none of them coming to mind at the moment though...) but in the end I stuck with 3 on 1.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Well Henry and Alex were both sort of based off of Henry Golding and Alex Brightman but I don’t really ‘know’ either of those men very well at all so I really just went with how I thought their personalities would be and how I wanted them to be based on their pictures (and a little bit of what I knew from seeing Alex on Broadway - even though that was a character)

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Nope :) Though for a hot second I considered having Kurt sleep with all three of them before coming to a decision.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Cause Klaine is all I write! lol :)

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I love how ‘different’ it is - I’ve never read a fic with this concept before. Also the fan art makes me weak in the knees! <3 lol

12: What do you like least about this fic?

I don’t like that I would so love to make this a trio of novels but I don’t think it’ll ever happen.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Once again I was just listening to acoustic pop on my Alexa :) - some of my fics are based around music, this one wasn’t.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Not particularly :)

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

I’m not sure I learned much from it. I loved writing it and I loved how it came out but I’m not sure I learned much...

#THANK YOU!#caramelcoffeeaddict

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The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets Rolorem AU) Chapter 2!!!

Word Count: 2738

TW: Remus, vague mentions of deceit, swearing, arguing, anxiety, self deprecation, that’s it I think, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Notes: Ok so we have a second chapter!!! First chapter here! I have a whole plot line planned out for this fic y’all don’t understand. This chapter is just family dynamics, but next chapter should have more interaction with the other characters. Hopefully I get to a bit of Logan centric things soon but who knows, I certainly don’t! I hope you like it, I really do!

Pairings: Vivian x Mimi (OCxOC), pining demus possibly more in the future!

Summary: “wait you can sing?” roman was just trying to tell his family about this lifechanging event, and no one is taking his concerns seriously! though, maybe a bit of confidence and encouragement from the right people might sooth his anxieties enough for him to actually be excited instead of dreading what was going to happen tomorrow.

“wait you can sing?”

While it was an expected outcome, Roman was in fact rather upset at how quickly his brother had brushed off the important part of his confession. yes, in fact, he can sing but that’s not the point! The point was that he was now being thrown headfirst into a leading role in a musical in front of way more people than he was comfortable with and he was expected to sing and dance as well? While he was catastrophizing Logan pulled up to the curb, stopping to let them get in the car. Unfortunately, while Roman was ready to just drop it and move on, Remus had other plans. As they strapped into the car Remus kept running his mouth.

“seriously though, I've literally never heard you sing how can you be lead role worthy when you’ve never sung in your life? I mean like congrats I guess but like, I dunno if your teachers all that-”

“Remus if I had brought this up so you could tell me how unqualified and bad I was in general I would have asked this morning. I mentioned it because I'm terrified of doing any of this and I can’t let down my teacher. Yes, I can sing, I do it often you just never pay attention to anything in the world other than your stupid bubble. I should have known better than to talk to you about this, of course this is how you'd respond.”

“what's this about?”

Oh yeah, Logan was there too. Well he should probably know too-

“Roman randomly sung in his drama class and got chosen to play the leading role in the schools musical for this quarter.”

Well then. Guess he didn’t need to explain himself. He turned around in his seat, giving a look of ‘what the fuck???’ towards Remus before settling again, ready to be interrogated. However, Logan simply smiled.

“so, your friends absolutely hate you for singing huh?”

“no… shut up!!!”

“hey, congrats ro. You deserve it.”

“no??? no I don’t???? Logan you don’t understand I didn’t even audition!!! He just gave me the part!!! Like firstly that’s unfair to the rest of the kids who actually want parts, and secondly, I don’t want the part?????? This isn’t a ‘congrats!’ occasion!!! This is an ‘oh shit you just got roped into complete life ruining changes because you're an anxious mess who is too afraid to disappoint your teacher’!!!”

“one is easy, the auditions were last week. He already heard all the other options and decided you were the best. You should feel good about that Ro. Two, also simple. I know how much of your free time you spend wishing you could be the one on stage, I see you humming and swaying around the house restraining yourself, you want to do this, you're just scared.”

“…”

“third, change isn’t going to ruin your life. he's not changing your classes, he's not taking you off the tech crew, not much is actually changing. You're using your teacher as extra justification to do something you’ve been dreaming of. You’ve let your anxiety blind you from knowing what you really want. You can’t let it control every aspect of your life.”

“… stop being ‘wise beyond your years’ with me its uncalled for and I'm feeling attacked.”

“listen what do you want from me, I have the knowledge what else am I supposed to do with it at this point?”

“stupid jerk prodigy brother… you stole all the brains from us I can promise.”

“I was by far the smallest of us, I did not absorb your brains.”

“pics or it didn’t happen.”

“insufferable”

As soon as they were home things flipped on their head. Remus had a call and suddenly he was having a breakdown. He wouldn’t even tell anyone what had happened he was just pacing back and forth with wide eyes filled with tears. He was half delirious and Logan was trying and failing to reason with him.

Re, you're walking a hole in the floor you need to calm down. I know you're having an anxiety attack but-”

“IM NOT HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK!!!”

“Remus stop yelling-”

“NO, YOU SHUT UP!!! IM NOT ROMAN I DON’T HAVE ANXIETY IM NOT EVEN STRESSED SEE I AM FINE JUST LEAVE ME BE!!! YOU HAVE THE WRONG BROTHER”

Roman and Logan sat in stunned silence as Remus ran off to his room. Roman gave Logan a look and Logan straightened his back and shook his head trying to be composed, though his steadily shaking hands sold him out. He turned away from where Remus had previously been standing and looked back at Roman, moving his offending hands behind his back.

“well it seems like he refuses to be reasoned with. I suppose we have to wait for mother to get home to fix whatever is bothering him.”

“its not your fault lo.”

“… yes. I- of course I know that why would you think I thought otherwise. It was clearly whatever stressor acting on him and not my involvement. I know that. Of course. It’s the only logical conclusion.”

And almost right after their mom walked in the door. She held a large satchel thrown crossbody and her hair was slicked back held in place with a little hairspray and a bunch of bobby pins. It was styled in a neat bun with her bangs framing her face perfectly. She had small black glasses and little silver earrings and had a simple matte red lipstick perfectly in place. She was wearing a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer with matching dress pants and flats. She looked perfectly put together as she tossed off her shoes and threw her bag onto the couch. She smiled at her kids and finally let herself slouch and look a little more like the mess she felt like.

“hi kids, how was school today?”

Roman shot a look at Logan before answering.

“well, um there was a lot, and though I want to tell you, Remus had a meltdown and we need help to get him back. Logan tried but he wouldn’t listen.”

“oh, geez ok um, Lo could you please grab my computer from my car? I have to finish something up later, and Ro could you pop the clam chowder on the stove? It was gonna go with dinner, but I know how much Rem loves it. Besides there should be plenty of the French mac that Mimi makes to feed us tonight. I’ll go work things out with him.”

“hey kiddo? Can I come in?”

Vivian Royale had a knack for pulling her kids out of their heads enough to actually fix problems, but her son Remus was usually rather self sufficient in that regard, while Logan and Roman both had anxiety and Roman had the rest stacked on top, Remus was rather neurotypical and usually had less issues that required her intervention. That was, until high school hit. His mental health took a rapid hit as soon as he had started high school, and no one quite knew what happened. She knocked on his door, waiting for his answer before stepping in.

“hey bud. What's wrong? I heard you had a bit of an outburst. Can you tell me what happened?”

Remus sat on his bed, a green octopus comforter laid on the bed and his Cthulhu plushie was in his grip. He hid his face in the toy as he mumbled something into it.

“Hun I'm gonna need you to speak up ok? We can’t fix anything if I don’t know what's wrong.”

“it’s dumb.”

“obviously its not to you. If it was it wouldn’t have affected you enough to cause you to yell at your brothers.”

“… I just- it’s so dumb I don’t wanna say it!”

“you're safe here Rem.”

“my friend got asked out by this lame dude in our class. And- and I think I have a crush on him. My friend I mean! And- and I don’t know what I'm supposed to do, I can’t tell him, what if he hates me? I just. I don’t know how to feel I just know it sucks.”

Vivian set a gentle hand on her sons’ shoulder and gave him a soft smile. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I understand Rem. That’s sort of how it felt when I realized I liked Mimi. I've known Mimi since we were kids and it wasn’t until after me and your dad broke up that I realized that I loved her. We were in our twenties and I had three newborns and my best friend jumped headfirst into that without hesitation. Is he actually going on the date?”

“no. he's not his type, I guess. That’s what he said at least.”

“then ask him out! He's not interested in them, and he called you to tell you. You obviously matter to each other, even if he doesn’t like you back, I don’t think it would change anything. Just go for it, what's the worst that could happen?”

“…you're right. I-I guess I’ll talk to him later.”

“atta boy!!! Now come on, Roman has clam chowder on the burner and Mimi should be home soon!”

The four of them sat down at the dining table eating and Logan and Remus recounted their day to their mom, Roman staying quiet for the time being, only wanting to say his announcement once. It was 15 minutes before Mimi got home in her fancy outfit. Her red hair was everywhere, curled and messy and absolutely her. She wore a black dress that had a cat head shape on it, with a pink bow at her waist and where the cats head didn’t cover was a see-through mesh. She had a light pink tank top under it and had a pink and white jacket about 2 sizes too big for her on around her shoulders. Her shoes were shiny pink stilettos that made a pretty click clack noise as she walked. She held a pretty black purse and she had little unicorn earrings that looked adorable with her pink lipstick and black to pink cat eye. She set her bag down on the table next to the door and slipped out of her shoes neatly setting them next to the door before slipping over to the table where everyone was sitting. She ruffled Roman and Remus’ hair before giving a big smile to them all.

“how are my boys doin? I see Viv pulled out the chowder, I hope everything is good!”

“I'm really gay!”

“me too Hun, what's new?”

They all let out a fit of giggles. Mimi went to serve herself a bowl of soup and Logan and Remus repeated their day back to her. When they had finished and Roman still hadn’t spoken, she leaned on her arm with a gentle smile and encouraged him to speak. He nodded and cleared his throat.

“um… it was pretty average all around, but this morning Mr. Sanders heard me singing and um, well he uh,”

Logan gave his hand a small squeeze from under the table. He swallowed and finally finished.

“he cast me as the lead in our coming musical.”

Mimi and his mom stopped mid bite of soup, staring at him intently and he wanted to melt through the floor. They swallowed their mouthfuls and looked at each other before turning back to him with wide smiles. Suddenly Logan and Roman clasped their hands over their ears as the two started squealing at the top of their lungs, Mimi jumping out of her seat, jumping up and down. when they finally stopped screaming, Mimi was still bouncing and had Vivian’s hand in hers.

“oh my god Roman!!! Our baby boy oh I'm so so proud of you!!!!!”

“Roman sweetheart, that’s incredible!!! Wait, but weren’t auditions last week?”

“yeah, um, he just had me sing and dance again and he gave me the part.”

“Roman that’s incredible!!!!!!!!! Oh, I knew it!!! Didn’t I tell you Vivi? Didn’t I tell you that Ro was gonna be an incredible performer? I remember, I remember when I first saw him when he was an itty-bitty peanut that I told you he was gonna be a star in the showbiz!!! Oh, he's our little star oh I'm so proud!!!!!!”

“yes, babe I remember, calm down you are going to make him explode! Roman I really am so proud of you honey.”

“oh, oh oh!!! Roman you should sing for us!!! You always stop singing whenever either of us enter the room, I want to hear you sing!!! If you're ok of course, no pressure”

Roman’s face was the shade of an apple. His stepmom was always over the top with support, but this was more than he expected. He was about to nod when he heard Logan make a confused noise.

“am I really the only person who has heard him sing? He never stops singing its like his default mode! He's always making music whether through his fidgets or humming or singing, I don’t know how you guys have missed it!”

“I mean, I do my best to keep people from hearing me but you're sorta the exception. You're calm and you won’t like, smother me.”

“… well then. I also vote for a song.”

“hold on, lets get dinner ready first and then we can fully focus on him”

They had sat down with their plates and Roman was playing with his ring to keep him calm as 4 pairs of eyes stared at him waiting to hear him sing. Logan gave him a small smile and that was enough to help him start.

As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it Our faces blue There's a heart stain on the carpet I left it, I left it with you Yeah, the truth is that I'm sorry Though I told you not to worry I'm just some dumb kid Trying to kid myself That I got my shit together So go, get to runnin', won't you hurry? While it's light out, while it's early Before I start to miss any part of this And change my mind, whatever

Logan’s smile widened as he recognized the song. Remus mom and Mimi sat still, with looks of… awe? He was too nervous to analyze their expressions while he was singing. He continued on.

I say I wanna settle down Build your hopes up like a tower I'm giving you the run around I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found Not ready to be found I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found

He let his eyes close and his body sway to the song playing along in his head. He didn’t see the looks his moms gave each other, he didn’t see Remus shove Logan with a jealous look screaming that he was bitter he hadn’t heard him sooner. He was absorbed in the song.

I don't care much for locks on the window To keep me at bay I'll leave you one last kiss on your pillow Before I fly away Yeah we knew from the beginning That this wasn't never ending Shouldn't stay too long Cause we're both too young To give into forever

So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy

Roman quickly finished the song and hesitantly opened his eyes. The amazed faces that they all had completely floored him. Mimi got out of her seat and surrounded him in a hug, which was objectively adorable due to her barely reaching his collarbone. Remus had an odd look on his face with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Mom sat with a wide grin on her face that matched Logan’s. He felt happy and at ease and calm. And he felt much better about his new part in the musical seeing his family filled with some interesting type of pride.

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