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evie-sturns · 2 days

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calm - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after a terrible day of arguing with your boyfriend, accidentally breaking your favorite perfume, and now your hair and outfit not going to plan, all your emotions hit you at once and matt has to calm you down.

contains: fluff, crying, arguing, comforting!matt.

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10:38am

i huff angrily as i tug up my knotty hair into a ponytail, my arms burn while i attempt to tie the elastic around my thick hair. suddenly the elastic snaps, pinging my hand almost in a mocking way.

"oh for fucks sake!" i whine, throwing my fact into my hands as i reach for the hair gel.

i plop more on the top of my head, my hands now sticky and my whole body sweating. i finally get my hair up into a ponytail, but it looks like total shit.

i sigh before stomping out of the bathroom into matt and i's shared room, i swing open the door and ignore matt as i reach for the closet.

matt and i have argued a record amount of times today, it's almost impressive.

flashback:

it was 6 in the morning, and i rolled over onto matt accidentally.

he shoots up in bed as i lay my body weight on his arm, "ow! ow get the fuck off!" he says in a pissy mood, i drift awake slowly as matt shoves me off him.

"matt come on." i groan, grabbing my shoulder from where he just shoved me off of him. "dont say come on like you didn't just break my fucking arm and wake me up at 6am in one sweep."

"i'm not that heavy matt, don't be stupid." i scoff, rolling over in bed to the edge of the mattress, a good meter away from him.

"yes you are, your fully body weight was on my arm." he says with an attitude,

"so you're calling me fat?" i ask angrily,

"dude, just go get out of here." matt demands, pointing towards the door, the nickname stinging a little bit.

"its my room matt, i'll stay right here, not my fault your acting like a child." i raise my voice, slamming my body down onto the mattress and tugging the covers up over me, my back facing matt.

i wasn't expecting matt to leave, but he did. he shot up out of bed and grabbed his pillow, he walked swiftly out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him

and i think that set the mood for the whole day, because now 4 hours have passed and we’ve argued about matt being lazy, me leaving out dishes, him ignoring me, and me apparently being a brat.

i sort through our closet, tugging out a small skirt and one of matt's shirt.

"did i say you could borrow that?" matt speaks from the edge of the bed, my head snaps round to look at him.

"stop matt!" i almost yell, which shuts matt up quickly.

i storm back into the bathroom, i hear matt laugh slightly from behind me.

i tear off my pyjamas, and tug up the tiny skirt. as i go to zip up the sides the zipper pops off.

and that will do it.

i erupt into a loud sob, which quickly escalates into floods of tears.

i hear some movement coming from matt and i’s room before the bathroom door swings open, matt takes one look at me and his face drops.

i don’t want to look at him, or for matt to see me like this.

“hey- hey what’s going on sweetheart?” matt says, panic clear in his voice as he reaches for the side of my face.

i shake my head as more and more tears flow down my flushed cheeks.

he wraps his arms around me and i bury my face in the fabric of his shirt.

i let out shaky breaths as i attempt to calm myself down, my body shaking in matt’s arms.

“come- come to the bedroom.” he whispers into my hair before picking me up by my ass.

i nod as i bury my face into his shoulder, matt carries me into our air conditioned bedroom and plops me down on the edge of the bed.

my legs dangle of the edge of the matress, matt sits down right beside me, the matress shifting under his weight.

he wraps his arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer to him as i continue to cry.

“what’s going on baby.” matt says softly, rubbing my back.

i crawl over and sit myself down on matt’s lap, straddling him.

he grabs the sides of my face with two hands, his thumbs wiping my tears delicately.

“you- you’re mad at me.” i squeeze out with a loud voice crack

matt’s eyebrows furrow, but i continue to speak “and- and i don’t look good.. like my hair and outfit.” i sniff

matt plants a kiss to my swollen lips, he grabs my chin, making me look at him.

“i would never be mad at you princess, sometimes people fight and that’s okay, but what happened today wasn’t worth fighting for.” matt says while looking into my eyes

“and you look absolutely gorgeous, honestly.” matt says, his eyes gazing over my face.

“i didn’t mean to wake you up this morning- i promise.” i sob, letting my head fall onto matt’s shoulder.

“you know i’m grumpy in the mornings don’t you, it’s not your fault, and i’m so sorry for making you feel like it was.” matt sighs, rubbing my back soothingly.

i sit on his lap in silence for a couple minutes as i take in sharp breaths.

i feel matts chest rise and fall against mine, i attempt to copy his breathing.

“my skirt broke earlier.” i say lightly, lifting my face away from matt’s shoulder.

“did it?” matt asks, his head tilting down as his long fingers inspect my skirt.

i nod, pointing to the broken zip. “i’ll get you another one tomorrow, how about that?” he speaks with a small smile.

“you don’t have to do that.” i breathe, “i’m gonna do it anyway as an apology for how i acted today.” he protests.

“let’s get you out of that skirt then if it’s broken.” matt suggests, picking me up again and walking me over the the closet.

he pulls out a pair of his sweatpants and brings me back over to the bed, matt places me down on the edge of the bed and bends down.

his hands tug down the hem of my skirt, pulling it down my thighs.

he purses his lips out of concentration before tugging the sweatpants up my legs.

he stands back up “you want your hair out?” he asks,

“it’s gonna be crunchy if i take it out, because of the amount of gel i put in.. but it’s also tugging on my scalp like crazy.”

“i’ll wash your hair later for you.” matt smiles, he’s always loved washing my hair for some reason.

i wipe my face, flustered by his words.

“do you want some water?” he asks, i rub my puffy eyes with a nod.

he walks over to me and grabs my hand, tugging me up off the bed. matt walks me out of our room into the corridor.

i follow closely behind him as we walk down the corridor into the kitchen.

i stand next to the counter top, matt walks over to me and grabs me under my armpits before lifting me up onto the countertop.

he grabs a cup and fills it up with cold water before walking over to me.

he holds it up to my lips, “and… open.” he says, i open my mouth slightly and matt pours some water into my mouth,

he accidentally pours too much, my cheeks hollowing out as i lock eyes with him.

i let out a loud laugh, spraying the water all over his shirt.

i slam a hand over my mouth as the water leaks down my chin.

“oh- my god.” matt erupts into laughter, both of our laughs filling the room.

“i am so sorry-“ i say in between giggles.

“how did that even happen-“ matt rubs his eyes with a wide smile,

“i’m so sorry- i don’t even know-“ i laugh,

but i’m cut off by his soft lips pressed against mine.

“i love you.” he mutters against my lips with a grin,

“i love you more.”

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st7rnioioss · 2 days

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matt was leaned against the heaboard of your bed, his legs sprawled out on it. on top of his lap, you were sitting with your pink makeup bag on the bed beside you. your index finger rested under his chin, making his head slightly tilted upwards so you could apply his baby pink eyeshadow correctly.

"matt, sit still! im gonna ruin your makeup," you whined, looking at him with a pout as he moved his legs under you.

"babe, you're- you’re writhing your hips on top of me!" matt argued back, his hands resting just above your skirt tightening gently on your waist. you couldn't hold back your giggle. it was cute how he got so worked up, his brows furrowed the slightest bit.

"'m sorryyy! i just wanna make you look cute.” you chuckled, resting both of your hands at the sides of his face, giving him what you thought would be a quick kiss.

but to your surprise, matt gripped your waist tighter and leaned into the kiss, making the lipgloss you earlier applied to his lips completely smudged against your own.

“matthew!” you mumbled, pulling away from his shimmery lips. matt just laughed, kissing your cheek, leaving a sticky mark.

“you’re so annoying! now i gotta redo your lipgloss and lipliner.” you huffed. of course you weren’t really mad, you just liked to tease matt a little.

“you love me, baby.” he smiled widely, his cheeks an evident pink, fingers tracing smalls patterns on your hips.

─── 🐇

“come on, pucker your lips,” you mumbled, your index finger back under his chin.

matt did as you told, but not without rolling his eyes. he was too busy staring at your tits, pressed together the tiniest bit in your tank top. gently, you swiped the shiny lipgloss across his soft lips, making them a glossy pink.

“look at you!” you leaned back, still holding his face. you smiled at him, but he didn’t look the slightest bit amused.

sighing dramatically, you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing a tiny handheld mirror from your makeup bag, handing it to matt.

“what the fuck,” he raised a brow, trying his best not to smile. the tough guy persona was not gonna last for long.

“don’t say that! you look so pretty,” you giggled with a proud smile, your hands landing on his cheeks again.

you didn’t hesitate for one second, giving him a fat kiss on his lips, definitely messing both you and his makeup up. safe to say, matt was on cloud nine.

─── 🐇

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042502 · 2 days

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𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐊 ıllı — christopher sturniolo. ༅ ⢗

↷ ˊ- pairing: chris sturniolo x f!reader.

↷ ˊ- summary: you are tiktokers and of course your boyfriend chris has to be part of this.

↷ ˊ- content: Tiktoker reader! Trending videos of couples, couple jokes, drama, humorous content, established couples.

↷ ˊ- pris's is writing: My first language is not English. There will be two parts of this because it has been too long for me. I leave you the masterlist below so you can read more.

Video context: Nick was recording a tiktok, which was about treating you badly in front of Chris to see how he would react.

In the video you and Nick appear sitting in front of the camera and Chris is standing behind.

"Hello little monsters, today we will see who knows more about Chris, if I am his brother or well... she who is huh your girlfriend"

Chris gave his brother a confused look, but continued.

"Matt ask the question and we answer" Matt was behind the scenes helping.

"What is Chris' favorite color?" Matt asks.

"The black one" Nick says and Chris denies.

"The orange one," you reply and Chris says that's right.

"Lie, that's not it" Nick looks at you and uses a colder tone of voice.

You were aware of tiktok, but Nick was really good at acting and you weren't, so you laugh and continue.

The following questions are only answered by Nick and they are all correct.

"Hey, you have to answer, you're supposed to be his girlfriend, something you have to know" he again speaks with a cold and distant tone.

"Yes, I will" you speak and settle into your seat, Chris's hand is present on your shoulder.

Three more questions pass and this time you answer but you do it wrong. Nick sighs exaggeratedly.

"It's just that she doesn't have the will, I'm answering everything myself and she seems stupid!" Nick raises the tone of his voice. "No, what the hell is wrong with him that he doesn't talk?"

"Nick, can we continue please?" Chris speaks with an exhausted tone and a serious expression.

Chris had his hands in his pants pockets, and remained serious.

"What's Chris' favorite drink?" Matt asks.

"I know the answer" you respond enthusiastically. "Pepsi"

"Your finally answer something correctly" Nick looks at you and you don't say anything.

Chris bites the inside of his cheek and crosses his arms in annoyance. The questions continue and you keep answering wrong or simply not answering.

"I'm asking you seriously, do you know my brother or why the hell are you answering absolutely everything wrong?"

Chris couldn't take it anymore and pulled Nick's chair so he could look at him. His face was frowning and he raised his hand to point his finger at his brother.

"Stop your shitty attitude with y/n! She's here trying and you're just being a jerk!" The tone of voice that Chris had was very serious and full of rage.

You grab Chris's arm and pull him away from Nick as you both tell him it was a joke, Chris was confused and when he manages to understand what they were saying, he puts his hands in frustration and shame to his face while hiding behind a wall.

Matt focuses on it and you and Nick hug him, Chris tries to push you away but you hug him even more.

"We're sorry!" You say smiling.

"I thought you would react before" Nick speaks when they distance themselves, Chris hugs you protectively.

"I was close to breaking your nose"

"Hello everyone, today again my victim will be Chris" you laugh maliciously. "I'm applying bronzer to my palm and then leaving it on Chris's skin and calling him hickeys," you explain your plan.

You leave the camera in a strategic place so that Chris doesn't see it. You wait anxiously for him to arrive, when he comes in he walks up to greet you.

They hug for a long time and then distance themselves, Your hands caress their faces and then slowly go down to their neck where you apply a little pressure so that the product passes through.

"What the fuck!" You shout pushing Chris away from you.

He was confused by your sudden attitude, he tries to approach you and you reject him.

"Who have you been seeing? Do you want to see my stupid face? Please Christopher"

"What are you talking about? I didn't see anyone."

"What are those marks on your neck?" You point to your own neck and Chris was even more confused.

"In my neck?"

"Look at you" you point to the mirror in the room and Chris walks towards it examining his neck where he actually had two large hickeys. He looks at you with his blue eyes wide open.

"I swear to God I don't know how that's there."

You burst out as he brings you closer to hug him, you couldn't contain yourself. He looked so cute and scared.

"It's makeup" you show him your hands with the evidence.

"Oh shit, you scare me, my heart is beating uncontrollably" he puts his hand to his chest and you laugh at him.

Everyone was gathered, waiting for you to prepare something delicious to eat. Nick was recording while you say hello to Chris.

"Don't you see anything new?" You ask your boyfriend and he sighs and looks at his brother recording.

"Don't record this," he points out and Nick just laughs.

"Chris, don't you see anything different?" You call him again and he looks at you smiling. But he shakes his head slowly to the sides, his eyes were fixed on you looking for something, but he doesn't see it. "Oh really?"

"I swear"

"Christopher, look at my face," you ask him now, using a serious tone. "There's something I did today" Nick zooms in on your face and then focuses on Chris again.

Chris walks over to you to get a better look. But he couldn't notice the change that you told him about.

"I mean, your hair looks different," he tries, but you let out an incredulous laugh.

"Chris," you laugh but quickly turn serious again. "Does your hair look different?" You stroke your hair.

"Yeah"

“Okay, good” you smile. "What do you notice different about him?"

"It's... Combed" he responds insecurely.

You sigh and take your boyfriend's hands, giving him a small squeeze.

"Christopher, please look at me" you ask him.

"I don't know, it's wavy," he shrugs.

“Chris, I have fucking bangs,” you reveal the change.

"Oh was that?" After Chris's words, you and Nick burst into laughter.

You hug him laughing, but inside you want to kill him. When they walk away Chris asks again if that's the case and you tell him yes.

"Good"

"But put some emotion into it!" You ask him and Chris opens his mouth wide and brings his hands to his head.

"Wow! I can't believe it!" Fake an excited tone.

"I left him after that," Nick says from behind the camera.

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dazednmatthews · 2 days

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nothing’s sweeter than my baby~ number neighbor!matt x reader part sixteen [finale]

hell nah cause why am i close to crying rn…

this an is gonna be a bit long but i jus have sm to say and sm to thank so bear w me bear w me.

it’s been such a beautiful two months on here fr and it feels like it’s been forever but also like no time has passed at all. from the bottom of my heart, finding this little community has been so special and so fun and so amazing. every single supportive word, comment, reblog, like, ask— it’s all been so incredibly heartwarming and special to me. thank u all for embracing me and making me feel so loved 🥹

i can’t believe it’s over!!! number neighbor you will always be famous to me!!! number neighbor matt i love u so down bad fr. some of my best writing literally ever has been because of this series and this account and will always be so close to my heart. i genuinely can’t even tell yall how much writing this, meeting and interacting with you all and being here has meant.

i hope you all like this ending as much as i do bc i think it’s the perfect way to wrap this up ❤️‍🩹 ahhhh okay i love u thank u again NUMBER NEIGHBOR NATION 4EVER ENJOYYYY <3333

“i’m just saying that it’s entirely possible.” chris says, face contorted in a “duh” expression. nick looks from him to y/n and matt, who are intertwined sweetly on the couch, with wide eyes.

“you’ve absolutely got to be fucking kidding me.”

“i’m absolutely not.”

the two of the had been arguing for the last ten minutes, going back and forth about a made up scenario that chris presented that nick did not take kindly to.

the couple sits in the middle of the debate with amused eyes, following the hilarious and very much loud altercation with slight interest.

“chris has a point, you know.” y/n says, but only low enough that matt can hear. she was having fun being on the outside and would rather die than get in between that shit show right now.

“you only think that because you’re out of your mind in the same unexplainable way he is.” matt chuckles, adjusting his arm that’s wrapped tightly around her waist.

“it’s not our fault that we think outside the box,” she fires back, poking matt in the side. “everyone else is boring.”

matt catches her hand as she keeps poking, using his other one to return fire to the spot he knows gets her every time.

“oh fuck off—“ she says through laughter, struggling against his hands. nick and chris stop their arguing to look at them in disgust.

“ew,” nick says, putting a hand to chris’ face. “i’m going to bed. i’m not arguing with a crazy fuck any longer than i have and i’m not watching whatever the hell this shit is.”

“oh, booooo,” y/n says, rolling her eyes. “we’re not even doing anything.”

chris snorts. “yeah, okay. that’s the second time you’ve used that lie tonight.”

matt only smirks at that, watching y/n turn her face to hide her embarrassment. things had gotten a little louder than expected when she got here, and when they’d walked out into the living room out of breath, disheveled and grinning ear to ear she had said exactly that.

“no idea what you’re talking about.”

chris rolls his eyes and follows nick to his room, leaving the two in the living room with a forgotten movie paused. when y/n turns back to matt after saying goodnight, he’s already looking at her. her legs are thrown over his lap, body tucked into his side.

“what?” she says, pressing her body into his warmth even more.

“nothing.” he says, eyes traveling across her face with a soft, genuine look. “just love having you here.”

she can’t help but smile. “yeah?” she presses a small kiss to his jaw. “how much?”

matt lets out a breathy laugh, hand gripping the flesh of her thigh. “how’d i know you’d take that as an opportunity to boost your ego?”

“opportunity to boost my ego? no. opportunity to make my tough guy boyfriend confess his undying love for me over and over? absolutely.” she send him a grin full of teeth, making his heart skip a beat.

matt doesn’t say anything for a long while, just memorizing the layout of her features. the angle of her nose, the beauty marks placed so delicately on her cheeks, the slope of her eyes— he captures everything in his memory, so that’s her face is always with him. he has to squint a little, because it’s like the sun is rising right in this room. right in this girl.

y/n’s about to say something, undoubtedly about to call him a creeper for staring, but matt ghosts his lips over hers so gently, it has her shakily inhaling a breath. “i’ll tell you any time you wanna hear it. i’ll even tell you when you don’t.”

it makes y/n’s heart swell with love, pumping pure heaven through her veins. this man, that appeared in her life out of nowhere, now means more than he could ever know.

“you can be so fucking cute sometimes.” she says, giving him a peck. “you know, when you’re not telling me how crazy i am every five minutes.”

matt moves her body from his side to his lap, resting both his hands on the swell of her ass. “you are crazy. batshit insane actually.” he peers up at her, looking at her like he wanted nothing more than to always be the object of her affection. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

she connects their lips softly, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. it’s funny, being here with him, feeling like it’s exactly where she’s meant to be. matt is unlike any person she’s ever known and she can’t believe that her being bored brought her this.

when they disconnect, her eyes tell him that she has never known a love like this, and she would never want to find another one.

when they disconnect, his eyes tell her that she is light in human form, everything he’s ever wanted and so many things he didn’t know he needed.

“i love you, stupid.” matt says, voice full of emotion, baby blues trained on her like there is not one other thing in this fucking world that he’d ever want to see.

“love you back, stupid.” she says back, voice matching his. sickly sweet, utterly infatuated and forever branded with his touch.

it’s perfect. the moment, and them. nothing could ever get better than this.

END

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inkyray · 2 days

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what matt said about his dreams in the newest video made me feel a little conflicted, and very interested to say the least lol. based on what he said, here's what i was able to make up of it:

(before i start id like to point out my mom studied dreams and spirituality for most of her life, passing down some of her knowledge to me. i also own a few books about dreams and their meanings, whether they are just your brain feeding you nonsense or the universe attempting at a message. at the end of the day im not certified nor a professional, just stuff i picked up)

the dream of him stabbing chris: this dream could signify the overwhelming pressure and responsibility matt may hold. dreaming about murdering a family member as close to him as his brother could reflect on built in anger and the need to let go of some problem. killing in a dream is rather symbolic, meaning what matt did doesn't equal triumph but a struggle.

the dream with nick:

starting off strong, a pile of snakes just below his feet. seeing multiple snakes in a dream is always negative, this could mean that several people in his life, or the environment he's around, is rather toxic and quite possibly gonna fuck him up if he's not careful lmao! there is an alternative to this meaning, such as; representing health issues or one specific health issue that has layers to it.

killing the king-- he's under a lot of mental stress, thats all i gotta tell u lmao. he is not looking after his emotional needs and is unable to contain them, also signifying wasted time and effort

killing the queen points to a rather sly person in his life. and that person cannot be trusted ! lol (damn bro so much stuff in this dream keep symbolizing the same shit, matt brother take the hint)

ye but thats all i picked up, im probably reaching anyways. i did this cs i was bored as hell w nothing better to do. a tarot card reading ab the dream

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bratzforchris · 13 hours

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Red Looks Good on You (Pt. 1)

Summary: In which cutting your foot at the beach leads to an unexpected summer fling <3

Pairing: Lifeguard!Chris x feminine reader

(Series) Warnings: Smut, making out, hickeys, nipple play, shower/hot tub sex, p in v, fingering, exhibitionism/semi public sex if you squint, thigh riding, belly bulge, squirting, praise kink, non established relationship, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3k

A/N: First summer fic is here and ready for you, my loves 𓆉⋆｡˚⋆❀ 🐚🫧𓇼 ˖° I hope you enjoy!! Part 2 will be out within the next twoish weeks! PLEASE SEND ME LIFEGUARD CHRIS THOUGHTS 𓅮 ✺ 👣 🀦 ͡ i ͡ ☼

You smiled to yourself, hitching your beach bag further up your shoulder as you hiked over the white dunes. “What’s the chances that we’ll meet a summer fling while we’re here?” You looked over your shoulder at your friend, Tori, who was tugging the wagon that held your beach chairs.

“Girl, we better. All this money and not meeting a single hot guy? I’ll be wanting a refund.” she laughed.

To celebrate both of you receiving your associates’ degrees, the two of you had decided to take a girl’s trip to Hawaii. After almost a year of saving, you’d finally made it happen, and today was your first official day on the sandy beaches of Waikiki. Despite it only being just past ten am, the beach was already crowded with both a mixture of tourists and renowned surfers. You quickly found a spot and staked your umbrella, sitting down in the chairs beneath the shade.

Your eyes were wide as you took in the scene around you, until Tori nudged your shoulder. “That lifeguard is hot as fuck. He’s your type, too.”

“Who?” You pushed your sunglasses up onto your head, looking around at all the lifeguard stands. “There’s like three within this radius, Tor. Be specific.”

Your friend not-so-subtly pointed to the brunette lifeguard sitting in the stand closest to you, aviator sunglasses on and twirling his whistle around his finger. You had to admit, he really was just your type. His brown curls fell softly around his ears, already damp with sweat despite the tropical breeze. You studied the boy for a moment, taking in his tanned skin and toned body, your eyes raking downwards towards the happy trail that dipped into the waistband of his red lifeguard trunks.

“He’s working,” You stated after a moment, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I’m not gonna go bother him.”

“And suddenly, you don’t know how to swim!” Tori joked.

You swatted her arm playfully, standing and removing your coverup. “Wanna go tan?”

Tori quickly nodded, ditching her own sundress and grabbing both of your towels. The two of you made your way closer to where the sand met the sea, laying your towels out in a secluded part of the warm, white sand. In just a glance of your head, you caught the cute lifeguard looking your way, lips tugged upward in a smirking smile. You shook your hair out as a way to release the sudden tension you felt in your tummy, silently telling yourself that he wasn’t looking at you. He was just watching every person on this part of the beach, just like all lifeguards were supposed to do.

It wasn’t long until the sound of the waves pounding against the shore, the happy giggles of small children, and Tori’s incessant chattering pulled you away from all thoughts of the lifeguards. The tropical breeze ruffled the small tassels on your neon pink bikini, putting you completely at ease. Your mind had become floaty with happiness as you and Tori laid out on your towels, trying to garner a tan from the bright, early afternoon sun.

“Now’s your chance,” Tori elbowed you suddenly, pulling you out of your trance. “He’s off the stand and he’s coming this way.”

You were thankful that your sunglasses disguised any movement of your eyes, because you immediately averted your gaze to see the boy walking along the beach, holding the yellow rescue buoy under his arm, red whistle in his mouth.

“Hey,” he smiled nonchalantly as he walked past the two of you. “Everything okay?”

You found yourself cursing under your breath at the way your focus seemed to be more on how the whistle hanging from his plump, pink lips complimented his red swimsuit rather than the fact that he was actually talking to you.

“We’re perfectly fine.” Tori spoke for you, a knowing glance cast your way at the word.

The lifeguard smirked, sensing the vibes between the two of you. “Cool. Stay safe, mamas.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, your friend rolled her eyes. “Is he serious? Mamas? He’s totally your type.”

“I thought it was kind of cute, actually,” You hummed, not hiding the smile on your face this time. “But like I said, he’s working. I’m not gonna hit on him.”

You moved on from the topic of cute lifeguard, chatting about the end of the academic year and what your plans were for the fall. You planned to continue attending college to obtain your degree in English, hoping to teach at the high school you had graduated from. The silly part of you that had always loved to daydream, though, started to imagine what your life would be like if you lived here in Hawaii and hung out with the cute lifeguard every day.

“You’re down bad already, aren’t you?” Tori asked.

You nodded shyly, earning a goofy chuckle from your friend. “He’s cute.”

Your friend shook her head with a laugh, standing up and shaking out her towel. “I’m gonna go get ice cream, okay? I’ve been eyeing that shop down the block. Do you want anything?”

You shook your head no, bidding Tori a goodbye as she started the trek for ice cream. Laying back against your beach towel once more, you allowed the sand beneath you and the sun above you to warm your skin. This was already shaping up to be the perfect vacation, and you had been here for less than a day.

As much as you wanted to lay and continue to tan, you had to admit that the clear, blue water of the ocean looked inviting, especially considering the fact that you were starting to sweat. You stood up, shaking your towel out and wrapping it around your neck, before walking down to the water, allowing the small, cresting waves to lap over your jade green pedicure. Feeling the warmth of the water, you walked further into the ocean, letting the water lap around your ankles.

It wasn’t until you moved your foot that you felt a sudden, sharp pain course up your leg. You cursed, lifting your foot out of the water, examining the stinging wound. Sure enough, the cut was already dripping blood, puddling red with the clear water below. You turned your head back towards the beach, only to see that Tori had not yet returned. It looked like you were going to have to limp back up towards your bag and scavenge for a bandaid on your own.

You turned back towards the beach, starting to limp your way to the shore. You were so caught up in the stinging pain of your foot that you didn’t even notice the same lifeguard from before approaching you, already opening his hip pack.

“What happened?” he asked you gently, placing his large hand on your shoulder to steady you.

“I cut my foot.” You hissed through the pain, jaw clenched.

“I can get you a bandaid and get you all cleaned up, don’t worry,” the lifeguard smiled the same, goofy smile from before, and despite your pain, you found your heart fluttering. “Do you need me to carry you? I’m sure the water stings.”

“I don’t need you to carry me,” You chuckled. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” the boy asked, eyes raking over how you were limping, almost refusing to put your foot in the water.

“I’m not going to let someone whose name I don’t even know carry me.” You hummed, suddenly shocked at the flirtatious nature that had come over you.

“I’m Chris,” he smiled wider, rezipping his hip pack. “May I?” he gestured to your wobbly frame.

You nodded shyly, your cheeks flaming as Chris carefully picked you up. His hold was strong and tactile, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was literally holding you, you would’ve wondered how often he did this. The brunette carried you to shore, earning several looks from other beachgoers. Once you had reached the lifeguard stand, Chris sat you down on a small wooden bench.

“Wait here.” he murmured, rummaging around under the stand for the first aid box.

“I dunno where you think I’m gonna go,” You retorted playfully. “If I did go somewhere, you could just follow the trail of blood down the beach.”

“Are you always sassy?” Chris asked as he gently wiped your foot off, examining the cut. “Or do I make you feel that way?”

Your jaw practically dropped at the lifeguard’s nonchalant flirting. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Chris chuckled, carefully smearing some antibiotic cream on the cut and then placing a bandaid over the wound. You watched him as he worked, admiring the way he kneeled in the sand, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. The combination of his tanned, muscular back beneath the sun, his soft, beachy curls, and his kind demeanor had you thinking less about the pain in your foot and more about the sensation that was causing you to unconsciously clench your thighs.

“All done!” Chris smiled as he finished the bandage to your foot one last time. “Should I kiss your booboo all better?”

You blushed, hoping the boy took it for the heat and not the way he was making you feel. “Not my foot.”

The blue-eyed boy smiled at your open-ended sentence, staring up at you from his spot in the sand. “I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Y/N. Nice to meet you, Chris.” You smiled shyly.

Before Chris could respond, Tori appeared beside you, looking both worried and confused. “What happened?”

“I cut my…”

“She cut her foot,” Chris interrupted you. “I cleaned it and put a bandaid on it. She’s good to go.”

Tori looked between you and Chris, a knowing smile on her face. “Thank you,” she nodded towards the lifeguard. “C’mon girl, I got you ice cream anyway.”

Chris smiled, standing up and brushing off his shorts. “See you around. Careful on that foot, okay?” he nodded towards you with a smirk as he began the climb back up the lifeguard stand.

“I will.” You murmured, suddenly shy as Tori pulled you back towards your umbrella.

“I left you alone for thirty minutes and suddenly I come back to you with a hurt foot and flirting with him? What did I miss?” Your friend asked as the two of you sat down in your chairs again, passing you the bowl of mango sorbet she’d brought you.

“I tried to go for a swim, but I cut my foot on a shell and he helped me. That’s all you missed. And we weren’t flirting,” You insisted, spooning a bite of sorbet into your mouth. “He was being nice because I got hurt.”

“You missed your chance.” Tori sing-songed.

“We’re here for another week. I’m sure he’ll be working again before we leave.”

As you spoke, your eyes once again drifted over to where Chris was sitting. He had become more focused on the beach, most likely because your injury had shocked him back to reality, but you didn’t miss the way those oh-so-blue eyes strayed over to where you and Tori were sitting every now and then.

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“Hey! You’re back! How’s the foot?”

You whipped around from where you were setting up the umbrella, only to see Chris standing next to you, once again in his guard uniform with his whistle in his mouth. Now that you were no longer in pain and he was this close up, you could see the constellation of freckles scattered across Chris’ tanned nose. It was endearing at best, annoying at worst, simply because it only added to his cute factor.

“I’m back,” You stated confidently. “And the foot is just fine, thank you. A wonderful lifeguard fixed me right up. You wouldn’t happen to know him, would you?” You were surprised Chris had remembered you based off of just your first name and looks, which was adding to your confidence around him.

Chris shook his head with a chuckle, brown curls bouncing. “Nope. I don’t. Where’s your friend?”

“Sleeping off a hangover.” You replied with a laugh.

In order to give your foot time to heal without the sand and waves beating on it, you and Tori had taken a break from the beach yesterday. Instead, you two had decided to explore the wonderful shopping opportunities and restaurants Waikiki Beach had to offer, only to be roped into a party by a group of local surfers later that night. You’d refrained from drinking, but Tori had gotten absolutely hammered, hence why she had (grumpily) declined your offer to join you at the beach.

“I mean that sucks, but hey, more for me,” Chris chattered on, not noticing your raised eyebrow at his statement. “I mean…I need to check on your foot, obviously.” he snorted.

“Aren’t you on a break?” You asked, noting the lack of rescue buoy in his hands.

Chris blushed at you pointing out his faulty lie, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah.”

“Well, I did bring two beach chairs. Wanna sit until you’re done?” You asked, gesturing to the cart that held two chairs.

“Only if you’ll get a shaved ice with me first. My treat. I do feel bad that you got hurt on my watch…” Chris looked genuinely sorry, and it made your heart clench for him; it wasn’t his fault that you’d cut your foot on a shell.

However, that didn’t stop you from blushing at the idea of a possible date. “Why not?”

“May I?” Chris reached his hand out for your own, intertwining your fingers.

You blushed as you followed him down to the beach, still not quite believing this was real. Less than a block later, the two of you came up to a small shaved ice shack, the line extending down the beach.

“This place is popular, huh?” You chewed the inside of your lip, ignoring the way Chris’ hand in your own was making the butterflies in your stomach soar.

“Best on the beach.” he winked.

“So, Chris,” You smiled. “You’re holding my hand, but I barely know anything about you. Care to share?” You teased.

“Well besides being super hot and funny and hilarious, I’m a lifeguard. I’m 20, y’know. Normal stuff.”

“Got a bit of an ego too, huh?” You smirked.

“Hey, I’ve got you here. You actually got me off the stand the other day. Gotta keep up with you.” he smiled.

You blushed again as the two of you stepped up to the counter, quickly ordering the cold treats. You went to pull your wallet from your beach bag until Chris grabbed your hand with a gentle look, the same, dopey smile as before on his lips.��

“My treat, remember?”

You said nothing else, allowing Chris to pay. You couldn’t believe how nice he was being to you. Part of it made you think that maybe he felt something towards you the way you felt something towards him. “Thank you.”

By the time the two of you had sat down on a small, wooden bench with your shaved ice, you had decided to make your move. You had spent the entirety of your first two years in college playing it safe when it came to boys, and you felt that now, with an adorable lifeguard, on vacation in Hawaii, was the perfect time to change that.

“What time do you get off tonight?” You asked nonchalantly, spooning a bite into your mouth.

“Eight. Why?” Chris asked shyly, looking at you with blue eyes akin to that of a puppy.

“Would you wanna come over?” You smiled. “The house my friend and I are renting has a hot tub. I thought maybe we could chill?”

Chris’ cheeks and ears tinged pink, despite his tanned skin. “Really?”

“Why not? Unless you’re busy, of course.” You teased.

The brunette immediately shook his head no, making way for the two of you to quickly exchange phone numbers and socials. You continued to talk for a while, until Chris checked his watch and cursed.

“Fuck. I need to be back on the stand in five minutes. See you tonight?” he offered.

“Tonight.” You smiled.

You watched as Chris trekked back to the lifeguard stand down the beach, the sun illuminating his broad back. Part of you couldn’t believe you had invited a boy you had just met two days ago over, but the bigger part of you couldn’t wait to see what the night had in store.

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You jumped off the couch where you heard a knock at the back door. With the way the beach house was set up, Chris had to walk up the back steps to get inside, scaring you slightly. Tori was still in bed, hangover raging, and you had been simply scrolling on your phone since you’d gotten back from the beach earlier in the day.

“Hey!” You said happily, flinging open the door and stepping out onto the wooden deck.

Chris ran his hands through his hair, eyes not-so-sneakily roaming over your scanty outfit. “Hey.”

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked, suddenly shy at the closeness between the two of you.

The sun was now setting, lighting the sky up in a mixture of pinks, purples, and oranges. Unlike earlier in the day, there was a significant lack of tourists around, leaving just you and Chris on the deck, the only sound the gentle crashing of the waves in the distance and the far-off noises of people grilling out.

“I brought Pepsi,” Chris grinned cheekily, pulling two cans from each pocket of his red guard shorts that he always seemed to be clad in. “Never leave home without them.”

For some reason unknown to you, you burst out laughing. You weren’t sure why you found him pulling Pepsi out of his trunks so hilarious, but you double over, snorting giggles leaving your mouth. Chris smiled to himself, starting to laugh too.

“I’m sorry,” You wiped your eyes after a moment, standing up. “I just…who carries Pepsi in their swim trunks?”

“Me,” Chris grinned proudly. “So, are you trying to get in the hot tub or what?”

To be continued...

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homie has talked more in this video than any video they’ve done

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& fed we are thank you mattypooh ❤️

#⭒. ‎ ‧ ఇ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐬 !¡ ‧. ⭒#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo fluff

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Bf! Chris Sturniolo x reader messages (5)

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Crashing Waves {Chris Sturniolo}

Summary: A storm makes an appearance at your house that is right on the beach. You fear the waves will become too big and wash away the beach house. Chris is the only one who can put you at ease. (A/N: I literally had this as a dream last night and had to make it into a quick blurb because wow… chris 🥹)

Warnings: storm anxiety, fluff!!!

—not proofread, sorry!—

You stumbled around the beach house, searching for the only person who could calm you down as the storm picked up and the waves doubled in size. Severe weather always caused you to have panic attacks, fearing the worst would happen every single time. You threw open the door to the wooden porch, finding exactly who you needed to find sat at the top of the stairs.

You sat down a few feet away, trying to keep your eyes on him and not let your gaze travel past the wooden railing overlooking the treacherous sea. The wind was blowing in your hair and the only light was from the moon that was nearly covered by the storm clouds.

“Chris?” You spoke softly, your voice breaking due to the nerves. The boy turned to look at you, a beautiful gleam in his big, blue eyes. The sound of the waves crashing against the houses cement support wall below caused your eyes to squeeze shut. You began to play with your fingers, despite the fact that they were shaky.

“Can you please come inside? I need you.”

With those words, Chris immediately stood up from the steps, walking towards you as you remained seated on the porch floor. He towered over you, lending a hand to help pull you up from your spot. Shakily, you reached up for his hand allowing him to raise you. After you were stood he pulled you in for a tight hug, cradling the back of your head against his chest, allowing you to hear his steady heartbeat.

“I got you baby. I won’t let anything hurt you.” He whispered against the top of your head, placing a delicate kiss there. Tears pooled in your eyes as you remained wrapped in his arms. The sound of the waves pushing you over the edge. You knew it was highly unlikely but you couldn’t stop the fear of your house getting swallowed by the waves if they continued to grow in size with the storm.

“Chris-“ You began,

“Shh, I know baby. Come on.” He whispered, cutting off your anxious thoughts. Keeping you close he brought you both inside the house. The big windows allowed the moonlight to bring a slight glow to the inside walls. Rain began tapping on the glass as you both made it to the bedroom. Chris let you lay down in the bed, tucking you under the covers before he himself got in. His arms found refuge over your body once again, allowing you to tuck your head underneath his chin.

“Go to sleep my love. This will pass soon.” He whispered once again, sealing your forehead with another reassuring kiss before you allowed sleep to take over your body. The panic from earlier subsiding as you allowed Chris to fully shield you from your irrational fears.

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MADISON IN THE NEW VID AHHHHH SHE’S GORGEOUS!!💗💗

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♥︎ 𓂃 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 ⊹ . ♡ ۫ .

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . summary : I think the title says it all, Matt gets hot and ⠀⠀⠀fucks your mouth.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . content : smut. oral (matt receives). dirty talk, throat ⠀⠀⠀fucking. creampie.

⠀⠀⠀𐙚 ˚. ࣪ ⊹ . . . Pris's notes : My first language is not English. Below I ⠀⠀⠀leave you the masterlist so you can read more content like this.

"That's it, look at how cute you are drooling over me, good girl." his moan was rough and deep, watching the saliva drip from your mouth as you sucked him, taking it as far down your throat as you could. The liquid ran over your chin and down to his balls, but neither of them cared.

Matt's hand subtly tightened around your throat, you feel the cold of his rings, over and over again to make you gag and feel yourself around him. He left your mouth to let you gasp for air, but he grabbed your hair firmly.

It was a scene worth recording, it's a shame they hadn't thought of it before.

“You look so pretty when you're a mess. "Who would have thought that a girl as pretty as you could be such a whore?" Matt took his thumb and with it opened your mouth, he leaned in, and he spat into his open mouth before sliding his cock back in to mix the fluids.

You looked so pretty with your blushing face and teary eyes, the chin slick with saliva and the hungry gleam in your eyes… it was one of his favorite sights.

"You feel good, don't you?" inside your pussy, the toy continued its purpose, low vibrations that the blue-eyed boy could control, feeling your desperate gasp around your cock only increased his pleasure, making him tilt his head back.

"Do you want some more? I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth." he murmured, holding your cheek in one hand and the toy remote control in the other. Lips wrapped around his tip, y/n gave him the most pathetic moan combined with a nod, and without a second thought, Matt relented.

Your moan at the onslaught of new vibrations was enough to involuntarily remove his cock from your mouth, but it was quickly resolved when he grabbed your hair with one hand and tossed the remote to the side, keeping a tight hold on it as he fucked your mouth.

"I didn't say stop sucking, pretty." He warned, using his grip on you as a guide, and with new enthusiasm he helped you move your head up and down, looking at you closely, noticing how much you enjoyed it.

It was obvious when you were close to orgasm. Your nails dug into him and you moaned around his length even more.

“Are you going to come, my love?” he smiled, taking your mouth off his cock for a moment.

“Please, please…” your voice sharpened as you moaned breathlessly, As the vibrations inside your pussy shook you, pulsing inside you, you were missing the stretch his cock gave you, but having it in your mouth was also gratifying.

Your desperation was delicious, and Matt was a weak man to beg.

"Make me come like the good girl you are, and I'll leave you."

As soon as your mouth is on him again, you work on him like your life depends on it, sucking and licking, drooling all over his cock. and again his voice comes out to play.

"My pretty baby, you take me so well..." he hisses through the lewd actions, the slick sound of your sucking, the vibrations and his gasps filling the room. "You're perfect, made for me, shit."

Knowing his weak points, it's not difficult to make him cum. Sucking right at the tip, rubbing your tongue against that spot as your hands work his length, stroking up and down as his moans continue.

"Shit, baby. just like that". his gasps are heard despite the sounds of your mouth on his member. And it was when you started to moan that he felt the orgasm overflowing.

"Ah yes. yes, yes, like that, pretty. I'm going to cum in your pretty mouth." and with one more press of the vibrator's remote control, they both became a mess. His cum in your mouth, his thighs shaking as you came on the floor and he held onto him to steady himself. Pulling him out of your mouth to moan at your orgasm, his cum dripping from your mouth as his eyes rolled back at the image you were giving him.

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" oh no what's happening" me- 👩🎃

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not her

pt5

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, am*lia mentioned, shits about to go down, making up ig, truth being told, hella angst, comparing, poc!reader friendly, am*lia humbling matt

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a/n: the amount of HATE am*lia has received since last chap and bound to receive more ☹️

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“she what?”

(same day matt and amelia fucked, but for y/ns pov)

y/ns knees curled into her chest, her cold tears streaming down her face, pricking her skin with the not so gentle reminder that this all actually happened, that that all really went down, that her boyfriend left her for some fuckin ed sheeran lookin asshole.

her chest felt like it was going to collapse, she couldnt breathe. it physically pained her to breathe in, and breathe out. despite needing to, she just couldnt.

she couldnt find it in herself to pick herself up from this dirty ass floor, or to go after matt and beg him to stay, or to at least, at the most, stop crying over a trashy man.

y/n knew she didnt derserve this, she knew she was better than crying on a dirty, dusty floor over a boy—that she dated for two years, she knew that she was and deserved so much better than what state matt left her as, looking as if he had no remorse, gave no fucks about her or this relationship he flushed down the drain so easily.

a sob ripped from her throat, pulling her from her overwhelming thoughts and back to what her insides felt, her stomach curled and twisted uncomfortably, her head pounded with an ache she wouldnt wish on anyone, she was in so much physical pain, yet all she could focus on was matt and how she’d live live without her boyfriend being by her side—how different could it be? he wasnt by her side ever since he laid eyes on amelia, it’d just be like another normal day.. just with a great amount of pressure on her shoulders and an overwhelming urge to cry.

y/n smooshed her face between her knees, letting her loud sobs to be loud in the muffled encasing of her knees and thighs, without being paranoid someone would walk in and find her bawling on the floor.

her heart hurt to pump the blood it needed inside her body, it hurt to use the sole purpose of her lungs, it hurt to open and close her eyes as they swelled with tears, it hurt her head to even think, all she wanted to think about was anything but matt, but all she could think about was matt, why couldnt it be amelia? why couldnt y/n be mad at amelia? amelia did everything wrong, she ruined everything,

but she didnt, matt had the choice to ignore amelia, he had the choice to tell her to ‘fuck off’, to push her aside and keep his focus on y/n, yet he didnt. he chose amelia, of course he chose amelia, why else wouldnt he? she was pretty. she had everything y/n didnt, she had pretty green eyes compared to the ugly, dark brown eyes of y/ns, amelia had a nice smile, compared to y/ns crooked teeth and strange upward of her cheeks.

y/n wasnt her, she never would be.

y/n had finally found the willpower to pick herself up from the floor after hours of just sitting there, her cries eventually stopped and dried on her cheeks, leaving an icky feeling on her face.

she dragged her feet against the cement of the floors, her face pale and eyes bloodshot, sure to concern anyone who’d seen her.

she attempted to cheer herself up by listening to SZA her entire drive home—as much as she wished it worked, it didnt really help much.

her thoughts became too loud for the music to even be placed, there was no way of escaping this, she was gonna be locked in the entrapments of her own mind for until she could breathe freely again.

the second her car was parked in her driveway she was already out of her car and walking up the stairs of her porch, she took her shoes off and went upstairs, without a word to her parents and siblings, leaving them confused in the kitchen.

once out of their sight, the girl began running to her room, desperate to be alone in a comforting, safe haven where she knew nothing bad would happen to her.

she plopped down onto her bed, curling into a ball to comfort herself. her eyes too used to even begin crying again, so she just sat there in silence, with only the loud screaming in her mind, the screams of matt and fucking amelia, creating a noise. it was so loud she couldnt stand it. she just wanted to sleep, sleep this entire nightmare away.

sleep sounded like the only escape she could figure of her mind, it was the only thing she wanted right now, at least thats what she’d like to believe, she just wanted matt back, she wanted to hold him again, be able to talk without begging and to just be his girlfriend again, what was so wrong with that?

in her best attempt of falling asleep, she shut her eyes and forced herself to atleast quiet her mind some, as much as she possibly could, which wasnt much at all, but it was still something.

slowly, the forcement of her eyes closed began to become naturual and her mind quieted, her breathing and heartbeat steadied.

*morning after*

amelia rolled over, her eyes slowly opening to adjust to the sun beaming in through matts window. with her moving she’d woken up matt, in to which, he grunted and looked over at her.

with his still half asleep mind, he’d been expecting y/n, but once his eyes had taken her in and seen red hair, many, many prominent freckles and green eyes—to say the least, he was so shocked and confused his mouth opened before his brain could comprehend anything.

“what the fuck?”

amelia’s eyes widened and her lips parted, “what?” she asked, there was no doubt that she wasnt the tiniest bit hurt about his reaction to seeing her.

matt blinked multiple times, his own best attempt at gaining his vision back and waking up a little.

“fuck, amelia, im sorry, I just- I wasnt expecting to see you, I got scared, sorry.” he mumbled, his hand awkwardly going to the back of his neck, scratching it and avoiding eye contact.

truth was, he really just wasnt expecting to see bright orange hair as soon as he woke up, talk about a jumpscare.

“its fine, matt, dont worry.” she replied, her eyes trailed across his features, admiring how naturally pretty he was.

her hand traveled up to cup his jaw, “you’re really pretty, matt.” she whispered, tilting his face back so he could make eye contact with her.

despite the butterflies fluttering in matts stomach, his mind was still on last night, not the god awful sex, but instead what he thought about.

he just- he couldnt believe he’d really dumped y/n for amelia so easily, he left the janitors closet and before he knew it, he was balls deep in some other girl. how did he possibly fuck someone else only after a few hours of breaking up with y/n? was he a slut, manwhore or didnt care? we’ll never know.

it was unbelievable, he couldnt believe his own actions. how the hell did he do that with his own free will? he knows himself better than that, he’d never do it, he just didnt understand why he did it.

“matt?” amelia’s voice broke his thoughts, her tone was confused, but also like she was ready to say something more.

he subtly moved away from her hand and rolled off the bed, standing up and walking over to his closet.

“yeah?” he answered shortly after.

“do you think we could go on a date?- today?” she asked timidly, she sat up and looked at him, awaiting his response.

matts heart thumped from his chest, beating harder with each breath in his lungs.

“w- what?” he asked, his voice breathy in shock. theres no way amelia just asked him that.

amelia gulped, looking down at the bed in humiliation, a dark red blush covered her cheeks and her fingers fidgeted with one another.

“I- I mean- um, amelia, we’ve- I thought last night was a simple hookup?” his hand ran through his hair nervously, unsure of what to feel in this moment. he liked amelia, he really did, but he wasnt sure if he was ready to be in a relationship with her quite yet, or anything past friends—last night was an accident, or so he’d like to think.

“no! yeah! um, it can be just- a, just a hook up, yeah, thats fine.” she replied awkwardly, trying to persuade herself that she wasnt on the verge of tears.

“how about we just hangout with my brothers and madi today, yeah?” matt attempted to save the awkwardness, but he failed miserably, probably worsening the situation.

amelia swallowed, her throat dry and her mind unforgiving, fuck it was all so awkward, this was definitely the most awkward thing she’d ever expierenced before and probably ever will.

she nodded, still avoiding eye contact with matt, too ashamed to even look up at matt when she got off the bed.

her movements paused, a sudden anger bubbling in her stomach.

her head whipped up to look at matt, her face redder than normal with anger. “what the fuck matt!” she exclaimed, her tone filled with disbelief.

matt took his turn of his own confusion on his face, “what?” he asked quietly, feeling small under her gaze with her sudden outburst.

“you fuck me dumb and then say no date, just a hookup? are you that fucking desperate?” she snapped, her words holding a bite to them. they were very clearly directed to matt and y/n.

matt went to open his mouth and speak, but amelia cut him off. “you breakup with your girlfriend and then fucking come to me? what the hell matt. you’re so fucking unbelievable.” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing, “so fuckin depserate to have your dick wet, huh?”

matts shoulders dropped—aswell as his jaw. kid was in shock. he was just called desperate. him? desperate? he wasnt desperate, he could never be desperate. amelia just so happened to be wearing revealing clothes and leading him on, what was he supposed to do?

“pick ya fucking jaw up from the floor matt. open your eyes! you just fucking dumped your girlfriend, then fucked another girl. do- did you even truly care about her?” she exasperated, she wasnt even mad at the y/n thing, she was more so mad that he fucked her, but then said no to a date.

“matt, what the hell is wrong with you? why would you fuck me just to say no to a date? are you some sort of fuckboy?” matts air left his lungs at this, his face dropped and his heart dropped to his ass.

was he actually a fuckboy? he couldnt be.

“im tired of you and your shit, im leaving, I guess ill fucking meet up with your brothers and madi—not for you, but to see my friends.” she gave him one last glance before grabbing her phone and exiting the room, she was so mad matt could feel it radiating off her.

once matt felt the disgusting presence of her leave the room, he shut the door and took in a breath, finally a fresh and free breath. a breath he felt was finally like a bird being freed from its cage, he felt free, despite only spending a night with that red-headed bastard he was already sick of her.

he wasnt actually gonna let her words sink in, he didnt care what amelia had to say, he knew she was just jealous and embarassed to the point she needed to make a bigger problem than the situation actually was.

an icky feeling, like he was disgusted with his own skin escaped throughout him, he felt gross.

he couldnt rid of the feeling, even with his hands wrapped around his torso, hugging himself at his best attempt of shaking the feeling, yet it didnt work.

he stood from the door and walked to his bathroom, immediately stripping from his pants and boxers to get in the shower, the only place he’d hoped would rid the disgusting feeling, he felt strange all over, his skin felt hot and too tight on him.

his hands moved quick to start his shower water, turning the knob to his usual tempature, just slightly hotter, hoping the hot would help.

his body felt wet now, the stinging tempature of the water didnt do anything but add a painful sensation throughout him. his hands went to his hair, grabbing desperately for stabilization, his emotions were sky rocketing and he couldnt understand why.

why did he feel gross?

why did his skin fit uncomfortably?

why did he feel like this?

why couldnt he feel like his usual self? everything was so overwhelming.

his hands moved quicker than he’d like, grabbing his body soap and squeezing more than needed on his loofah, he didnt even bother spreading it in, he only hit his chest and began washing desperately, spreading it across his body in attempts at feeling better, like the soap would do something to him, make him feel better.

he rubbed his skin desperately, searching for a way to end this mess.

after his shower, matt had finally felt just cleaner, but not clean. in the shower, he’d figured out why he felt the way he did, or what he’d convinced himself what the reason was.

he’d simply told himself over and over again that it was amelia, she was all over him and the realization had finally occured that he touched her, she touched him, and he finally felt icky for it.

so, after getting dressed, he’d ripped his bed clean from the sheets she’d slep in last night, changed pillowcases and blankets.

if he didnt, he didnt want to picture how he’d feel. he wasnt sure if he even wanted to ever do this again with amelia.

before letting this all dull over his mind any more, he grabbed his phone and texted his brothers and madi’s groupchat, asking them the question that caused amelia’s snap from earlier.

“do you guys wanna hang out?”

sending that message already was a lot for him, so now to act okay, like he wasnt arguing with amelia, scrubbing his body till it was a light shade of pink and stinging, and where he had to strip his entire bed clean from any remneants of amelia, to now hanging out with his friends, trying to act like he wanted to be here and wasnt slowly crumbling inside was just the cherry ontop.

at any given moment he could snap at someone, nick and chris definitely took notice of that, seeing how sharp his movements were, his tone bitter and stern and his eyes giving no mercy to anyone or anything he laid eyes on.

nick walked over to matt, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder while whispering to his brother, “whats your problem matt? you’ve been having mattitude all day and its just getting annoying by now.”

matt looked up at him, shooting him a glare before shaking his hand off his shoulder with a grumble, “nothing nick, cant you ever stop complaining?”

nick scoffed and shook his head, moving away from the very clearly pissed off matt.

amelia’s been tense since she left the house, an undying amount of pressure on her shoulders since she met the triplets and madi at the park, seeing matt slouched over at a bench with an annoyed look on his face was not a good sign.

she wasnt even sure why he was mad, she should be the mad one. he led her on and is now being the bitchy one? how unfair.

again, with the amount of pressure on her shoulders—being the dramatic bitch she is, she felt the need to get it off her shoulders, convincing herself that she was too good to be holding this much on herself.

so, while talking with madi, and ranting about her time with matt that morning, speaking of how rude he was—leaving out the parts where she was the bitch.

“—and then I couldnt believe he just did that out of nowhere, especially after I went through all the work of having to lie to him about y/n cheating, then he has the audacity to reject me?” she rolls her eyes, her tone holding the very obvious pissedness she was also make very clear with her face.

madi’s eyebrows knit together, amelia did what?

she narrows her eyes as her stomach churns with disgust, madi stands up from her spot on the bench, looking down at amelia with glare.

“what?” amelia asks, still completely unaware of her mistake.

“I- I just need to pee.” madi mumbles, tearing her gaze away from amelia, she repeats what amelia said in her head, each time sending a jolt of even more disgust to her already sick stomach.

amelia nods hesitantly, too annoyed to think more about her words and why madi had just left so abruptly.

madi looked around the now darkening park, looking for matt, once her eyes land on his figure, still sat slouched at the bench, his eyes drooping but following his finger as it runs along the wooden table.

she walks up to matt, taking a seat next to him before blurting out, “amelia lied.”

matt lifts his head up, looking over at madi, his eyebrows raising in confusion. “about what?” he asks.

“y/n cheating- she didnt actually do it, matt. she lied so she could have you.” madi muttered, her voice growing quieter with shame with each word she spoke.

matts body raced with emotions, he wasnt even sure what he was feeling right now, what was he supposed to feel with this newfound information?

he just stared at madi, his face falling pale.

“she what?”

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