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Nick Sturniolo in... we'll get it to match

in which... nick and ace¡reader go shopping!

This day was something you and Nick were anticipating the most. It's not like he couldn't just go without you. The one time you managed to steer clear from any other obligation you took it. You wanted to spend time with him.

Being a workaholic was the one thing Nick did not like about you. Yes, he understood you had to work and loved your job but he missed his man. He's completely allowed to.

The car ride to the mall was so fun. The car was filled with songs from Nick's playlist. You were holding his hand across the center console. "I want to check out this new store that just opened up." Nick said.

"What's the name of the store?" You asked. He kept quiet for a few seconds. "I have no idea... but it's new so I'll see it when I see it." He answered. "So you want to go shopping at a place you don't even know the name of?" You reply with a follow up question.

Nick rolls his eyes. "Ace, stop being a hater right now. I know where I want to shop." He said. You started laughing lightly, "I was only asking."

Well, he was right. He did know where he wanted to shop. You just didn't expect it to be this many places. You've been to about at least four different stores and there was still more on his mind.

You offered to hold his bags after the first store but soon your hands filled up so much that you're not sure if you can hold anymore. "Nick, this has to be the last store." You said while watching him hold up another shirt to his chest.

"Not even close, babe." Nick said. You groaned softly. "We've been walking around for two hours now. I'm enjoying your company, but please... let's get something to eat and go home." You respond. "One more store then... I really wanted to get just one more thing." He asked. You sighed and then agreed.

You spent fifteen more minutes looking for the new store Nick wanted to go to. When you got inside he pulled you towards the men's section and looked through all the items on the racks.

"This would look so good on you..." he hummed quietly. "Okay, how about this." He held a grey sweater up to you. "Yes, perfect..." he continued. Then he walked around and picked uo just a few more things before finally being satisfied with everything he got.

After shopping and getting everything into the car you were exhausted. In the car you bith just sat there for a moment, recollecting yourself. "Today was really nice." Nick said.

"Mmhmm, it was. Even if I got tired of the walking..." you said, looking at him. "I really enjoyed being around you. I missed you." You say.

He smiles and then leans in. You follow suit and then plant a soft kiss on his lips. One more follows after, maybe another... and another. And the next feels more passionate. You slowly pull away after a good few seconds. "Let's go home. I got something better in mind than you trying on the clothes for me." You said in a low and suggestive tone.

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Ouch

In which . . . Sweetheart gets hurt when skating with Matt.

Hockey!Matt X Ballerina!Reader

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- nothing just fluff!

you’re standing by the boards in borrowed skates, gripping the edge so hard your fingers are probably going numb, while matt watches you from a few feet away like he already knows how this is going to go.

“you good?” he asks, one brow raised.

you look over at him, instantly defensive. “yes. stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like i’m gonna fall.”

he lets out a quiet laugh. “you are gonna fall.”

you roll your eyes and push off anyway.

it takes all of two seconds for it to go wrong.

your foot slides out from under you, your balance completely gone, arms flailing in a way that is definitely not graceful—nothing like ballet, nothing like the way you’re used to moving.

“matt—”

you hit the ice.

not hard enough to seriously hurt, but enough that your knee stings and your palms scrape and your pride takes the biggest hit of all.

for a second, everything just… stops.

then you hear his skates cutting across the ice.

fast.

“hey—hey, look at me,” matt says as he drops down in front of you, already pulling his gloves off, his whole expression changed. softer. focused. worried. “you okay?”

you swallow, forcing a laugh that doesn’t come out right. “i’m fine, i just—”

“don’t,” he cuts in gently, hands finding your arms, steadying you before you can even try to move. “don’t get up yet.”

“i’m okay,” you insist, but your voice is quieter now. smaller.

your knee throbs when you shift, and it doesn’t help that there are a couple of his teammates nearby, glancing over, definitely watching.

heat rushes to your face.

“matt, i’m fine,” you say again, this time trying to push yourself up—

and your leg wobbles.

you freeze.

he notices immediately.

“…hey,” his voice drops, softer now, something almost like concern slipping into it. “easy.”

you blink fast, biting the inside of your cheek.

this is so stupid.

you wanted to try. you wanted to be good at it—even just a little—but instead you’re on the ice, shaky, embarrassed, and suddenly your eyes sting in a way you really don’t want him to notice.

“i said i’m fine,” you mumble, but it comes out weaker than you meant it to.

his hands tighten slightly on your arms, not rough—just grounding.

“sweetheart.”

that does it.

your gaze drops, shoulders pulling in just a little as you try to blink it away, but your eyes are already glassy.

“hey—no, no,” he murmurs immediately, shifting closer. one of his hands moves up, gently tipping your chin so you have to look at him. “don’t do that.”

“i’m not,” you whisper, even as your voice wobbles.

he softens instantly.

completely.

“it’s okay,” he says, quieter now, thumb brushing lightly under your eye before anything can actually fall. “it’s just the ice. nobody gets it right the first time.”

you let out a shaky breath, half laughing, half not. “i looked so dumb.”

“you didn’t,” he says right away.

you give him a look.

he huffs, softer this time. “okay—you did a little.”

you groan, dropping your forehead forward like you want to disappear, but his hand is already there, catching you gently before you can.

“hey,” he says again, almost a coo now, voice low and warm in a way you’ve never heard from him. “don’t hide from me.”

your face burns.

“everyone saw,” you mumble.

“i don’t care about everyone.”

“…i do.”

his thumb brushes your cheek again, slower this time.

“you think i haven’t wiped out on this ice?” he mutters. “first time i tried, i ate it way worse than that.”

you peek up at him. “you’re lying.”

“i’m not.”

“…really?”

“really.”

you sniff a little, still embarrassed, but it eases something in your chest.

he nods once, then shifts, hands sliding down to your waist.

“c’mon,” he murmurs. “i got you.”

before you can protest, he lifts you—effortless, like you weigh nothing—bringing you off the ice and setting you carefully by the boards.

your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders for balance, and for a second you’re really close.

closer than before.

he doesn’t comment on it.

just steadies you, one hand still firm at your waist.

“sit,” he says softly.

this time, you don’t argue.

he crouches in front of you, immediately going for your skates, fingers quick and practiced as he starts loosening them.

you watch him for a second, still a little quiet.

“…i wanted to be good at it,” you admit, voice small again.

he pauses, then glances up at you.

“you will be.”

“i fell in like two seconds.”

“yeah,” he says, tugging one skate loose carefully. “and you still got back up.”

“you didn’t let me.”

“…i was going to.”

you huff softly, but there’s no real heat in it.

he pulls the skate off, way more gentle than you expected, setting it aside before moving to the other one.

his hand brushes your ankle, steady and warm.

“does your knee still hurt?” he asks.

“…a little.”

his jaw tightens just slightly.

“okay,” he murmurs. “we’re icing it when we get home.”

you blink. “we?”

he shrugs like it’s obvious. “yeah. i’m not letting you limp around.”

you try to hide the small smile that tugs at your lips.

“you’re being dramatic.”

“you’re hurt.”

“barely.”

he glances up at you again, unimpressed. “still counts.”

you don’t argue this time.

instead, you just watch him finish taking off your skate, careful, focused, like nothing else matters right now.

“…thanks,” you say quietly.

he doesn’t answer right away.

just stands up in front of you, then reaches out without thinking, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“next time,” he says, softer now, “i’ll stay closer.”

you tilt your head. “so i don’t fall?”

his eyes meet yours.

“…yeah,” he says.

but his hand lingers just a second too long.

like he’s not just talking about the ice.

For fluff I'm feeding the Nick Lovers! We've got something with Nick Sturniolo and Ace Reed

For smut the Chris girls will be happy. We've got something with Chris Sturniolo and Daisy Neil.

For angst the Matt girls need to bring tissues! We've got something with Matt Sturniolo and Poppy Cades.

A planned date that involved soft blankets and the soft noises of L.A. outside the window or Matt’s bedroom…

No warnings just soft fluff<3

The sound of cars passing by was all that could be heard from the streets of Los Angelus. Night time was slowly approaching as the sun faded beyond the horizon, most people would be out to dinner and enjoying the fading day.

Going out to parties and having a drink with friends.

Not you and Matt..

The thing is that you too planned this night like you were going out.

Not a normal date.

A nap date…

The two of you were tucked away in his bedroom with the cool air of the fan blowing across your bodies as both of your eyes fight to stay open. The lights from the streetlights outside filtering through the blinds casting small lines of white across the room.

The calming noise of fan was slowly lulling your brain to sleep, your eyelids becoming heavy as the soft lighting and cool winds made you at ease.

“Getting sleepy?”

Another factor that made it hard to stay awake was your boyfriend…

Matt Sturniolo..

His arms were wrapped around your waist keeping you close to his heated skin. His nose was pressed into your hair smelling at the sweet scent of your shampoo.

“Yeah…”

You mumbled quietly into his neck breathing in the remnants of his cologne that has slowly worn off through the day.

You didn’t say a single word, both of you just enjoying the softness of each others body keeping warmth between you. Matt placed a kiss at the top of your head and tightened his arms around your middle.

“Maybe you should go to sleep…”

Matt said quietly insuring his voice was hushed as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere around you two.

You nuzzle your face deeper into his neck and kiss at the soft skin, you could feel the slight stubble from his beard that had cascaded down the underside of his jaw. You smile softly and slowly kiss upwards to his cheek.

“You should let your beard grow out more…”

You mumbled quietly as your face tilted up to cheek. Your lips pressed the soft spiky hairs on top his soft skin, pulling back you try to make out the lines and contours of his face.

Matt let out a sigh.

“Why so that I can have people comment on YouTube things like,”

“The beard makes him look old.”

“The beard is so ugly.”

“He looks 30.”

Matt stated while scratching at his beard before around your form again.

“But I can leave it grown out more if you want..”

Matt said softly placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. Thats when it hit him…

You haven’t said anything yet?

It’s then that he hears the soft snoring of your sleeping form. The feeling of your chest moving with even breaths, Matt chuckles and holds you tighter letting his jaw rest on top your head.

“Sleep well baby…”

What a perfect date…

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welcome to my contribution for @sturncoast’s sturniolosaturday! below we have the guest list. tomorrow, i will update the list with their respective links as each guest arrives. moodboard and gif may or may not show, but they did rsvp so—we’ll see. i hope you enjoy! 🖤

(i’m so sorry idk why i wrote it like that like we’re in a fucking theater or some shit it sounded better in my head 😭)

❊ Dad Chats pt 2 (d!n + s & a)

❊ Boyfriend Chats pt 3 (n + j)

❊ Boyfriend Chats (c!n + j)

❊ Dinner For One (n + j)

❊ Firsts (c!n + j)

❊ Moodboard(s)

❊ Gif(s)