𝜗𝜚grace

⤑ contains: fluff, comfort, established relationship and more

⤑ in which .. a late-night tiktok scroll leads to an unintentional question that blooms into something unexpected

It’s 11:47 p.m. and you should be asleep. But the TikTok algorithm knows your weaknesses too well—specifically, a fresh Sturniolo triplets video.

You’re curled up under the blanket on the couch, one foot pressed against Matt’s thigh, your socked toes twitching as you scroll. He’s half-asleep beside you, hoodie hood over his messy curls, jaw slack with that adorable open-mouthed sleep he swears he doesn’t do.

The clip isn’t long—just a thirty-second outtake from the boys’ latest vlog. Chris’s laughing, holding a bouquet of wildflowers, and the caption reads: “Matt said ‘flowers are love language coded’ and I’m crying.”

You watch as Matt—your Matt—grins on screen, teasing Chris but handing him the flowers with an unbothered shrug.

“You’re sensitive,” on-screen Matt says. “I love you. So yeah, you get flowers.”

It’s sweet and so silly. It’s so them, but something soft presses into your chest.

Without thinking, your voice breaks the quiet. “…When will you get me flowers?”

You freeze immediately after saying it. It wasn’t demanding. It was soft—barely a whisper. But it sounded like you were fishing, and you hate how it came out. Your face burns, fingers tensing around your phone. “Wait—I didn’t mean that in a like, weird guilt-trip way or anything. I just—I saw the clip—and it was cute—and it came out wrong and—”

Matt stirs. His lashes flutter first. Then a stretch, a sleepy groan, one hand rubbing at his jaw. He blinks over at you, squinting. “Hmm?”

“I said something dumb,” you mutter, turning your phone face-down. “It doesn’t matter.”

Matt’s voice is hoarse, low with sleep. “No—say it again.”

Your lips twist. “I asked when you were gonna get me flowers.”

His head tilts. “You want flowers?”

“No!” you say quickly. “I mean—I do, but not like—ugh. Not in a you’re a bad boyfriend if you don’t way. I just thought it was cute. And I don’t know. Ignore me.”

He watches you. Quietly. Longer than necessary.

Then he sits up. “Wait, what are you doing?” you ask, brows furrowing as he swings his legs off the couch and grabs his keys.

Matt’s already tugging on his sneakers. “Getting you flowers.”

“It’s midnight, Matt—”

“You said you wanted flowers.”

“No, I said—”

“Babe,” he says, turning around as he shoves his arms into a hoodie. “You want flowers. I’m gonna get you flowers.”

“But I didn’t mean it like that!” Matt shrugs, already walking toward the door. “You still deserve them.”

You pace the living room for ten whole minutes after he leaves. Because who the hell gets in their car at 12:09 a.m. to go buy flowers? Matt. That’s who.

You’ve just curled up again—half-covered with a blanket and trying to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal—when the front door creaks open.

And in walks your sleepy-eyed, slightly windblown boyfriend. With a bouquet in his hands.

“I had to check two places,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded but proud as he holds the blooms out. “But I got the good kind.”

They’re wrapped in white paper. Sunflowers, peonies, some of those little purple sprigs you always stop to admire when you pass by the farmer’s market. It’s not store-bought romance—it’s him. It’s what he remembers you pausing for. It’s what he sees when he thinks of you.

You blink at the flowers, then at him. Then you laugh—quiet and stunned and warm all over—as you take them from his hands. “Matt…”

“Don’t say thank you yet,” he mutters, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I also got those peanut butter pretzels you like. For balance.”

You drop the flowers on the coffee table just long enough to wrap your arms around him. He smells like cool air and car leather and leftover sleep. His arms come around you automatically, like he’s been waiting for it.

“I wasn’t trying to guilt you,” you whisper against his shoulder.

“I know,” he murmurs. “But I’d still get you flowers.”

immaqulate's notes ✎ᝰ.ᐟ.. was requested by the lovey @matts1989 !! this was so fun to write and i just know matt would do exactly this with his future partner one day like he gifted nick congratulatory ones for space camp <3

blurb!! 𖤓 bf! matt & gf! reader at the beach

The sand is cool under your feet, still damp from the tide pulling back, and Matt’s hand is warm in yours—fingers laced, swinging between you as you walk. He’s a step closer to the water than you are, sneakers already half-soaked because he swore he could dodge the waves. You laugh when one crashes higher than expected, splashing his jeans.

“Babe—” he starts, mock-offended, then looks down at himself and shakes his head. “You did this.”

“I absolutely did not,” you say, grinning, already backing away. He narrows his eyes, lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile, and then he’s chasing you across the sand, laughing louder than the waves. You barely make it three steps before he catches you, arms wrapping around your waist as you both nearly stumble.

“You’re evil,” he says, breathless, laughing into your shoulder.

“You love it,” you shoot back, and he laughs harder, tipping his head back before leaning in to steal a quick kiss—salty, smiling, a little clumsy. He keeps you there, forehead pressed to yours, both of you still giggling like you forgot the rest of the world exists.

You end up walking again, slower this time, his hoodie draped over your shoulders because he noticed you shiver. He swings your joined hands back and forth exaggeratedly, humming off-key just to make you laugh, bumping his shoulder into yours until you nudge him back.

When the sun starts sinking, painting the ocean gold, he pulls you into his side, arm snug around you. His thumb traces lazy circles on your arm while you watch the horizon, laughter fading into comfortable quiet. After a moment, he murmurs, “This is my favorite version of us.”

You smile, leaning into him, the sound of the waves wrapping around you both—happy, warm, and perfectly undone.

immaqulate's notes ✎ᝰ.ᐟ.. i highly recommend listening to sanctuary by joji as you read this <3 (dividers by @uzmacchiato )

In all honestly I’ve not watched a triplet video in like 2 months. Things have changed and aren’t the same as they were when the 3 of them provided such comfort to me.

But this video? Yeah it bought me alllll the comfort. The feeling watching this video is the same I have when watching a 2022-2024 triplet video.