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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 4

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

Three days felt like a lifetime when you were counting the silence.

Not the loud kind — not screaming or fighting or begging. The quiet that settled in your bones. The kind that followed you from room to room, crawled into your chest at night, and pressed down until breathing felt like work.

Three days since the photos went public.

Three days since strangers decided she was someone’s girlfriend.

Three days since her phone stopped lighting up altogether.

Josh hadn’t said a word.

No apology.

No excuse.

No attempt to rewrite the ending.

Nothing.

At first, she told herself it was shock. That he was processing. That he’d reach out when he figured out what to say. That five years didn’t just evaporate overnight.

But the hours kept passing. Morning turned into night. Night into morning. And still nothing.

That was the part that hurt the most.

Not the cheating. Not even the humiliation. It was the ease with which he let her go. Like she’d been something he’d already packed away.

The triplets’ house felt too loud and too quiet all at once.

Cameras were set up. Lights were on. Nick paced back and forth with a coffee he’d already reheated twice. Chris was doing anything but what he was supposed to do. Normal chaos. Familiar chaos.

Y/N stood behind the camera, hands steady out of muscle memory alone.

Her head felt foggy. Heavy. Like someone had stuffed cotton behind her eyes.

Depression had always been like this — not dramatic, not cinematic. Just slow. Sneaky. A dull ache that told her she was failing even when she wasn’t. She used to think she beat it. That getting older meant growing out of it.

But depression didn’t disappear. It waited.

It came back in waves, and this one hit hard.

She’d wake up exhausted. Fall asleep more tired than when she woke. Her chest felt hollow, like something essential had been scooped out and never replaced. The future she’d built in her head, the one with stability, with rings and last names and a family that didn’t splinter had vanished overnight.

She could’ve broken the cycle.

That thought haunted her.

Nick clapped his hands. “Okay, intro. From the top. Let’s not fuck this one up.”

Chris grinned at the camera. “What’s up guys—”

“Cut,” Matt said.

Everyone froze.

“What now?” Nick groaned.

Matt’s eyes were on Y/N. Not angry. Not soft. Just focused. “She’s not recording.”

Her stomach dropped.

She looked down.

The red light was off.

“Fuck,” she muttered, flipping it on too fast. “Sorry.”

Nick tilted his head. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she said automatically. “I’m fine.”

They tried again.

And again.

And again.

Nothing stuck. Missed lines. Bad framing. Dead air. Twenty minutes passed with barely anything usable. Y/N stared through the viewfinder like it might give her answers if she looked long enough.

“Y/N.”

She didn’t respond.

“Y/N,” Matt repeated, sharper this time, snapping his fingers inches from her face.

She flinched. “What?”

“You need to focus,” he said. “We’ve been doing this for twenty minutes and we have nothing.”

Something hot twisted in her chest.

“Maybe if you’d chill the fuck out—”

“I am chill,” he shot back. “You’re the one checked out.”

Chris stepped in quickly. “Alright, let’s all take a breath—”

“No,” she snapped. “I’m tired of everyone acting like I’m the problem.”

Matt laughed once, humorless. “Because you’re not exactly making it easy.”

That did it.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” she said, voice tight. “Not after the shit you pulled the other night.”

He stiffened. “I apologized.”

“Yeah, and?” she fired back. “That doesn’t magically erase it.”

Nick frowned. “Hey—”

Matt ignored him. “I owned my shit. You’re just lashing out.”

Her hands shook.

“Oh, fuck you,” she laughed bitterly. “You think you’ve owned anything? You storm around here like the world owes you sympathy.”

“At least I’m still showing up,” he snapped. “You’ve been useless all day.”

The word hit harder than she expected.

Useless.

Something old and ugly crawled up her throat.

“You think you’re better than me?” she yelled. “You’re just another emotionally stunted asshole who doesn’t know how to be alone.”

Matt’s eyes went dark. “You don’t know a fucking thing about me.”

“I know you push everyone away and call it being introverted,” she shot back. “I know you’d rather be miserable than vulnerable.”

“You jealous?” he asked quietly.

She laughed, tears burning. “Why would I be jealous of you?”

“Because my ex is blowing up my phone trying to come back,” he shot back, voice venomous. “And yours couldn’t even send a text.”

Silence.

Chris stepped forward. “Matt—”

“Shut up,” Y/N yelled, spinning on him. “Just shut the fuck up.”

Silence.

The room felt too small. Too tight.

Chris stepped between them. “Enough. Both of you.”

Y/N’s chest burned. Her vision blurred. She grabbed her bag with shaking hands.

“I can’t do this,” she said, voice breaking despite her effort. “I’m done.”

She slammed the door behind her hard enough to rattle the walls.

The drive was a blur.

She pulled into the nearest dispensary, sat in her car with the engine off, hands shaking as she lit the pre-roll. The smoke burned her throat. Grounded her just enough to feel everything all at once.

And then she broke.

Sobbed so hard she couldn’t breathe. Over Josh. Her future. The ring that never came. The life she almost had. The family she wanted to build because hers had always been cracked down the middle.

She cried for the version of herself that thought love could save her.

She cried because now she had nothing.

And for the first time in years, the wave didn’t feel like it was passing.

It felt like it was dragging her under.

a/n: Well.. It's been a while, but guess who finally had motivation to write at 5am.

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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 3

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

“So let me get this straight,” Nick said, balancing a bag of frozen peas on his head for no reason at all. “You guys are voluntarily walking into paparazzi fire to fake date each other?”

Y/N didn’t look up from her laptop. “It’s not fire if we set the spark ourselves.”

Matt snorted from across the room, where he was lazily tying his sneakers. “She’s been rehearsing that line for hours.”

Chris leaned against the counter, phone in hand. “I already sent the tip. There’ll be at least one guy waiting outside the restaurant.”

Nick blinked. “Wait. You called the paparazzi?”

“Of course I did,” Chris said, like it was obvious. “What’s the point of fake dating if no one sees it?”

Nick groaned, dragging the peas down over his eyes. “This is gonna end in flames.”

“Flames get views,” Matt muttered.

Y/N shut her laptop and stood up, smoothing down her hoodie. She didn’t know why she was nervous. It wasn’t real. It was content. A narrative. A storyline for the fans. And she and Matt had been surprisingly… civil. No snide comments, no side-eyes, just a mutual understanding.

Still, her stomach fluttered when he looked up at her.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded. “Let’s go fake some chemistry.”

—

The car ride was weirdly quiet.

Not awkward quiet. Just… loaded.

Matt drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “You don’t have to touch me if you’re not cool with it.”

Y/N turned to him. “I’m not twelve. I can handle holding your hand without combusting.”

He smiled a little. “Good to know.”

They pulled up near the restaurant — a trendy spot downtown, just visible enough for a photographer to linger nearby without raising suspicion. Chris’s “tip” had included the time, location, and even what angle they should stand at if they wanted the best lighting.

They were literally staging a relationship like it was a brand deal.

Y/N suddenly felt the pressure of it. The eyes. The fake story they were writing. The version of herself she was about to sell.

Matt caught the change in her expression. “You sure you wanna do this?”

She hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah, I'm in.”

—

The second they stepped out of the car, Matt’s hand found hers.

It wasn’t a grab — more like a test. Like he was offering her something, not taking it.

She didn’t pull away.

They walked together like they’d done it a hundred times. Like this wasn’t the same guy who’d screamed at her in front of everyone a few days ago. Like she wasn’t still picking glass out of her heart from everything that happened with Josh.

But he’d apologized. He’d meant it. And even though she didn’t trust him yet, she didn’t hate him anymore either.

So when he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear for the camera flash?

She smiled.

Because it looked good. Because it would sell. And because some twisted part of her wanted to see the look on Josh’s face when he saw it.

Matt leaned in slightly. Not close enough to kiss. Just enough to let the world wonder.

Click.

There it was.

They sat at a table outside, laughing too loudly and sipping matcha like a Pinterest couple on soft launch mode. Y/N leaned into his side at one point — more for the camera than anything else — and when he slipped his arm across the back of her chair, she didn’t flinch.

It was easy.

Too easy.

The line between acting and reality blurred fast when you didn’t hate the person next to you anymore.

—

They got home an hour later.

It had already hit the internet.

TMZ: “YouTube’s Golden Boy Matt Seen Cozying Up With Camera Girl Y/N in Saddle Ranch LA—Is This the Real Thing?”

BuzzFeed: “Fans Think Matt Just Soft-Launched His Relationship… and We’re Kinda Obsessed 👀”

PopCrave: “Matt and Y/N Dating? Fans Ship It After Paparazzi Snap Sweet Café Moment”

Chris held up his phone triumphantly. “You guys are trending in like five countries. ‘MaY/N’ is already a hashtag.”

Nick gagged dramatically. “MaY/N? That sounds like a sinus infection.”

Matt dropped onto the couch and scrolled through the comments. “‘They look so good together.’ ‘I’ve been shipping them since 2022.’ Bro, these people are delusional.”

Y/N hovered over her own feed, staring at the reposted photo of her laughing beside him. His hand brushing hers. Her smile tilted slightly toward the camera. She looked… happy.

Too happy.

“Fans eat this shit up,” Chris said. “Give it a week and you’ll be getting edits to sombr songs.”

Matt raised a brow. “What happens when we’re not fake anymore?”

Everyone turned to look at him.

He backtracked fast. “I meant when we stop being fake, obviously.”

Y/N didn’t say anything.

She didn’t know why her heart was beating that fast. Or why she couldn’t stop staring at that photo. Or why Matt’s hand had felt warm even when he wasn’t squeezing hers.

This wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

It was supposed to be fake.

But it already felt more real than what she’d had with Josh in months.

a/n: hey.... sorry for the late update i've been trying to focus on writting this, while maintaining summer school. :)

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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 1

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

The living room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the click-clack of a keyboard as Y/N sat cross-legged on the worn-in leather couch, editing the triplets’ latest vlog. Her fingers moved with muscle memory, dragging clips into place, adjusting color grades, syncing audio with cuts. The familiar rhythm should’ve been soothing. But her mind? Elsewhere.

Her phone sat beside her, screen-up, taunting her in silence.

Another glance.

No notifications.

She bit her lip and clicked play on the current edit — Nick falling into the freezing lake after trying to "casually walk across the ice." Chris’s hysterical laughter echoed through the speakers, but even that couldn't crack her tension. She leaned back against the couch cushion, her shoulders tight with something unspoken, eyes flicking back to the phone again.

"You're gonna melt the fucking screen if you stare at it any harder," Nick teased from where he sat upside down on the other side of the couch, feet hanging over the backrest, his phone held above his face.

Chris looked up from his place on the floor, surrounded by empty snack wrappers. “Yeah, Y/N, maybe he’s just takin’ a nap. Doesn’t mean he’s ghosting you.”

“I didn’t say that,” Y/N mumbled, still not looking away from the screen. She could feel the worry sinking claws into her stomach. “I just… I don’t know. He’s never this quiet. Not even a good morning text.”

Chris scooted over and nudged her ankle with his hand. “You shouldn’t be stressin',” he said gently. “Josh wouldn’t ruin what you guys have.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when the front door slammed open like it had been kicked. Everyone in the room jolted, heads snapping up toward the source.

Matt.

He was standing in the entryway, hoodie half-off one shoulder, chest heaving like he’d run here, hair wind-messed. His eyes were sharp. Not in the usual cold and aloof Matt kind of way. No — this was something deeper, something wild. Something wrecked.

Y/N’s heart stuttered.

His gaze found her almost instantly. And whatever emotion was lingering on his face — it vanished like smoke. His jaw clenched, and his steps were harsh as he stormed toward her.

“What the fuck—” she started, but the words died in her throat.

“Did you know?” he barked. Voice sharp, ragged, raw. “Huh?! Did you fucking know, Y/N, that your fuckass boyfriend was fucking Kayla?”

Silence.

Pure, ice-cold silence.

Y/N froze, her body suddenly too heavy to move. Her eyes locked with his, wide, stunned. Her mouth opened. Closed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she spat back finally, but it was all panic — thin and brittle.

Chris was already on his feet, wedging himself between them. “Alright, what the fuck is going on—?”

“You couldn't satisfy him that bad,” Matt sneered, “that he went for my fucking girl?”

The world stopped.

The air disappeared from the room.

The words hit her like a slap to the chest.

Nick stood up slowly, blinking in disbelief. Chris’s face went pale. And Y/N — Y/N saw red.

She lunged, hand midair before Chris caught her wrist just in time.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Matt!” she screamed, trying to wriggle free.

Chris shoved Matt back hard. “Shut the fuck up, Matt. Don’t fucking take your shit out on her.”

Matt didn’t say anything. His fists were balled. His face blank. But his eyes — those were still burning.

He sat down in the corner chair, glaring at the girl like she had personally betrayed him.

Nick crossed his arms, still looking between the two of them. “Matt, what the fuck happened? What are you talking about?”

Matt exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“I went to Kayla’s place,” he said bitterly. “Was gonna surprise her. Take her out. I even brought her fucking apple juice ‘cause she said she liked that dumb organic shit. And then—”

He paused.

Swallowed.

“Then I heard it. Moaning. Through the door. So I, I fucking kicked the door in. And there they were. On the couch. Him on top of her like— like she meant nothing.”

A pause stretched out. Chris let out a low whistle under his breath.

Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. It felt like every inch of her skin was set on fire. The way Matt said it so detached, like he had to remove himself emotionally to even recount it — it only made it worse.

She didn’t cry.

Not yet.

She bit her lip hard, nails digging into her palms as she sat in silence. Matt wasn’t looking at her anymore. Thank God.

The buzzing sound of her phone jolted her.

Everyone looked at it.

The screen lit up: Josh (💛)

don’t believe matt

he’s lying

i swear it didn’t mean anything

i’m sorry i’m so sorry i don’t know how this happened

answer your fucking phone

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Chris leaned over, eyes scanning the messages before she could hide them. “Jesus fuck.”

She didn’t even have time to react before the dam broke. A quiet, cracked sob escaped her lips and then the tears were falling fast, hard, uncontrollable. Chris was by her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms, whispering a soft string of “it’s okay, let it out, I got you.”

Matt watched from across the room.

And for a second, there was something in his eyes again. Something that almost looked like guilt. But he looked away too fast to be sure.

He stood abruptly.

Didn’t say anything.

Just stormed off toward the back hallway and slammed a door behind him.

Nick let out a shaky breath. “This is so fucked.”

Chris gently took the phone from her trembling hands and went to her contacts. Without asking, he blocked Josh’s number. “There. Done. You’re not gonna deal with his shit right now.”

Y/N didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.

Her entire world had just been rewired in a matter of minutes.

And worse — Matt had seen it all coming before she did.

“Stay the night,” Chris said softly, brushing her hair back. “You’re gonna need the company.”

She nodded numbly, collapsing further into his side.

She didn’t notice the way the hallway light flicked off behind the closed door.

Or the way Matt sat on the other side of it, back against the wall, staring at the ceiling — like he didn’t know if he was more angry… or just broken.

a/n: If you couldn’t tell, this story is inspired by my c.ai bot. And I’m really sorry for the delay in getting the first chapter out — my mind’s been all over the place lately. I’ve been trying to pull everything together and figure out what to write, all while juggling school and sorting out my housing situation for next semester. So thank you for being patient with me. - Mari taglist:

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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 2

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

The next morning was quiet.

Too quiet, considering the chaos from the night before.

Y/N sat on the same worn leather couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, a steaming mug of coffee forgotten on the table in front of her. The usual energy that buzzed through the triplets’ house was gone, replaced by something heavy. Chris and Nick had stayed close all day, orbiting her like satellites, offering comfort and distractions, but even they couldn’t mask the weirdness in the air.

She hadn’t seen Matt.

And honestly? She was fine with that.

Every time she thought about last night — the look on his face, the venom in his words — she felt that same sharp sting in her chest. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe they could just stay out of each other’s way until everything stopped hurting.

So she threw herself into work.

The boys’ brand was growing fast, faster than any of them were probably ready for, and someone had to keep the momentum going. She’d spent the last three hours buried in spreadsheets and pitch emails, tabs open to sponsorship research and analytics reports. Anything to stop her mind from wandering.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Nick said, crashing down next to her with a mouthful of Cheez-Its, “what if we partner with Trojan the condom brand?”

Y/N didn’t look up. “Brilliant. Groundbreaking. Totally not stupid.”

Nick grinned like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

“Thank you for your support in these trying times.”

Chris snorted from across the room, flipping through a notebook filled with half-scribbled video ideas. “Support? She just called you stupid.”

“Same thing, bro.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, finally letting the corners of her mouth twitch up just a little. The moment didn’t last long.

Because that’s when Matt finally appeared.

The room shifted the second he stepped in — like the air recognized him and tightened in defense. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Jaw tense. Hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. There was a bruise blooming under his right hand, probably from punching a wall or something equally self-destructive.

Y/N’s fingers froze over her keyboard.

Matt didn’t look at the others. His eyes were locked on her.

“Can we talk?” he asked, voice low.

She blinked. “Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

Nick shot her a look — the kind that said you don’t have to if you don’t want to — but she sighed and closed her laptop. “Fine.”

They walked in silence, side by side, out the sliding door to the backyard. The late afternoon sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the grass. Matt stopped near the edge of the patio and turned to face her.

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Then:

“I was an asshole.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Understatement of the year.”

“I know,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “I was… I was pissed. Not even just at Kayla and Josh — at everything. At myself. I walked in on that, and I just— I needed someone to blame. And you were there.”

“So you humiliated me in front of everyone?”

He winced. “Yeah. I did. And I’m not proud of it.”

Y/N crossed her arms, jaw tight. “You said some fucked-up shit.”

“I know.”

They stood in silence, the distance between them tangible — like some invisible barrier that neither of them knew how to cross.

“I don’t like you,” Matt said finally. “And I know you don’t like me. But what I said… wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve it.”

Y/N stared at him for a beat. Her chest still ached, but it wasn’t rage anymore. Just something sad. Something tired.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said quietly. “I’m just… hurt.”

Matt nodded slowly. “I get that.”

For once, it felt like they weren’t at war. Just two people caught in the same explosion, crawling through the aftermath.

It was weird.

It was almost nice.

———————

Hours later, they were all gathered around the dining room table — Y/N on her laptop, Matt beside her, Chris stretched out with his feet on the table, and Nick munching trail mix like it was his last meal. They were brainstorming video concepts for the week. Something light. Something stupid. Something to pull attention away from the storm brewing just off-camera.

Y/N was only half-listening until Chris spoke up.

“You know you two should get back at them.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

Matt stiffened beside her. He looked like he already knew what was coming — and hated it.

Chris grinned. “I’m serious. Fake it. Make it look like you’re dating. That shit’ll wreck Kayla and Josh. Plus, it’ll boost views like crazy.”

Nick nearly choked on his snack. “Dude. No. This isn’t The Fucking Kissing Booth. That shit’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

Y/N blinked. “You’re joking.”

Chris shrugged lazily. “I mean, think about it. You two already have chemistry — even if it’s more like "I hate you, but i'd still fuck you" energy. You’ve been in the vlogs, people already ship it. It’s believable. And let’s be honest, this drama’s gonna leak eventually. Why not take control of the narrative?”

Matt spoke for the first time, voice measured. “Doesn’t sound that bad actually.”

Nick groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fucking hell.”

Matt turned to Y/N. “No offense, but… I just could never physically or emotionally want you like that. So there’s no risk. It’s perfect.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. She didn’t want Matt either — but hearing it said like that? Like she was immune to being wanted?

Ouch.

Still… the idea had marinated. No one knew about her and Josh, or Matt and Kayla. Not publicly. The media had always seen more of her and Matt than they ever had of their real relationships. If anything, this was the most believable lie they could sell.

So she looked down, took a breath, and said, “If we’re gonna do this, I want boundaries. You’re not kissing me. We’re not holding hands. And we’re not—”

“—gonna convince anyone like that,” Chris interrupted. “Look, I respect your boundaries, really. But no one’s gonna buy it if you act like you hate his guts. At least pretend. If it gets too much, we stop. No pressure.”

Matt leaned back in his chair. “What happens after? We ‘break up’ and pretend none of it ever happened? She goes back to being our videographer? Won’t people question it?”

“You worry about that later,” Chris said, dismissive.

Nick threw up his hands. “You are all deranged. This is gonna end with bloodshed and a ‘we were never just acting’ confession.”

Chris flipped him off.

Y/N exhaled shakily. The silence stretched before she finally said it.

“I’ll do it.”

Matt met her gaze. For a second, something unreadable flickered behind his eyes.

Then he sighed.

“Fuck it. Why not.”

a/n: sooo sorry for the late post. Happy Canada day! (not for me though 9 to 5 will be the death of me) taglist:

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