Sash Sabotage (Miss Universe!Reader X Chris Sturniolo)
Sash Sabotage (Miss Universe!Reader x Chris Sturniolo)
Word count: 1.5k Content: Suggestive (a little), fluff Status: "just friends" IDEA IS MY OWN
The air backstage was a mix of expensive perfume, hairspray, and high-stakes nerves. You were seconds away from stepping onto the stage for the next segment of the Miss Universe competition, wearing a breathtaking, crystal-studded gown that had been perfectly fitted. Every detail had been perfected—except for one very, very annoying problem. Your sash had decided to betray you.
"Chris!" You hissed, gripping the oversized white and gold sash that read Italy in elegant lettering. It was supposed to lay flawlessly across your body, but instead, one of the ends had come loose from the discreet pin securing it to your dress, leaving it to dangle awkwardly against your hip.
"It’s falling off! I can’t go out there like this!"
Chris, who had absolutely no business being in the backstage area but had somehow charmed his way in (or more likely, snuck past security) was standing there looking like the only guy in a sea of hairspray and sequins.
"Alright, lemme see," he said, stepping in way too close, fingers already reaching for the delicate fabric.
"Fix it," you whispered, panic rising in your throat. "Like, now."
Chrisnever the problem solver (and by problem solver, you meant troublemaker), nodded with all the confidence of a man who had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
"Easy. I got this."
And that’s when everything went to hell.
Instead of properly adjusting the pin, Chris accidentally tugged on the sash too hard, sending the entire thing slipping further down your body. You gasped, feeling the fabric pull at the delicate fastenings of your dress.
"Oh shit—hold on," Chris muttered, catching the sash before it could fall completely. His fingers scrambled against the fabric, and in his attempt to fix it, his knuckles brushed right against the side of your thigh, then a little higher, and then...
"Chris!" you yelped, gripping his wrist. "What are you even?!"
"I'm trying to pin this damn thing! Stay still!"
But before you could get him to stop, you both heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.
Your biggest competition in the pageant, Celeste, stood a few feet away, arms crossed, a slow smirk stretching across her face.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with fake politeness. "What exactly are you two doing back here?"
Your eyes widened in horror.Chris was still standing way too close, one hand gripping your sash and the other suspiciously low on your hip. From an outside perspective—and definitely from Celeste's point of view, it looked like he was either getting handsy or trying to undress you backstage.
"This isn’t..." You started, but Celeste cut you off with a knowing laugh.
"Oh, don’t mind me. You two can continue... whatever this is," she said, waving a manicured hand at you. "Just know that the cameras are everywhere."
Chris, instead of stepping back like a normal person, only made it worse.
"Ayo that sounds kinda accusatory. We got a problem, Miss Runner-Up?"Celeste's eyes flared at the dig, and you smacked Chris on the chest.
"Shut up," you hissed. "You’re making it worse."
Celeste hummed, tapping her chin in mock thought. "I don’t know… maybe the judges would find it interesting that one of the contestants is getting a little too friendly with an audience member before walking on stage."
Chris straightened up finally backing away, but the damage was done. The smirk on Celeste's face told you everything...she wanted this rumor to spread.
You groaned, yanking Chris by the wrist and dragging him toward a less crowded corner of the backstage area.
"Fix it. Now. Before I lose my mind."Chris let out a low whistle, giving you his signature lopsided grin. "Damn, didn’t know getting caught in a scandal was part of the pageant experience. Kinda fun, though."
You smacked his arm. "Shut up and fix my sash before I strangle you with it."
Finally, after a few more disastrous attempts (which included stabbing himself with the pin, almost ripping the sash completely, and more accidental hand placements that would definitely be misinterpreted), Chris managed to get it secured.
You let out a breath of relief, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Alright, not bad," you admitted. "Now, let’s just pray nobody makes this a thing."
Chris leaned against the wall, watching as you got ready to step onto the stage. "Oh nah this is definitely gonna be a thing."
He gestured toward the nearby crew members, who were very obviously whispering and sneaking glances at you two.
You closed your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of online speculation that would undoubtedly follow. "I hate you."Chris just smirked. "Uh huh. Now go win that crown, princess."
You shot him a glare before stepping onto the stage, already bracing yourself for the chaos that awaited once the internet got a hold of this.As soon as you stepped onto the stage, the flashing lights and roaring applause should have drowned out every thought in your head.
You were trained for this—poised, graceful, every step deliberate. But all you could think about was Chris’s voice in your ear minutes ago, that stupid smirk on his face, and the way Celeste had looked at you like she had just won the competition without even stepping on stage.
You kept your smile intact, but your mind raced. Is this really going to be a thing?
The answer came quicker than you expected.
The second the segment ended, and you returned backstage, one of the other contestants, Sofi, practically pounced on you.
"Oh my God," she whisper-yelled, grabbing your arm. "What is going on with you and that guy?"
Your stomach dropped. "What?"
"You and Chris Sturniolo," she clarified, eyes wide with amusement. "People are talking. Someone caught a video of you two backstage, and it looks really—" She waved her hands, searching for the word. "Intimate."
Your jaw clenched. "It wasn't intimate."
Sofia wiggled her brows. "Tell that to the internet."
Your phone buzzed in your dressing room like it had personally committed a crime. Every notification—Twitter, Instagram, TikTok—was already blowing up with mentions, tagged posts, and blurry backstage footage.
ohhhh THIS is why Chris Sturniolo is at Miss Universe?? 👀
lmao they thought they were being sneaky??? babe the cameras are literally everywhere.
nah but the way he’s all up in her space like be honest…they been a thing???
You groaned, dropping your phone onto the vanity with a loud thud. Chris had officially turned your Miss Universe experience into a full-blown tabloid scandal.
And the worst part? You had a live press conference in less than an hour.
The press room was packed—journalists from every major entertainment outlet ready to dissect every moment of the competition so far. But you could already tell they weren’t just here for the usual pageant talk. The first question, from some gossip columnist in a bright pink blazer, confirmed your worst fear.
"So, Miss Italy," she started, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "Can you tell us a little bit about the… moment you shared backstage with Chris Sturniolo earlier tonight?"
The mic in your hand suddenly felt twenty pounds heavier. You forced a polite smile. "Oh, that? It was nothing. Just a wardrobe mishap, and he happened to be helping me fix it."
Another reporter cut in before you could breathe. "A very hands-on fix, no?"
The whole room chuckled, and you wanted to disintegrate.
"It was all taken out of context," you said carefully, keeping your tone light, casual. "Chris is a friend. That’s all."
As if summoned by your very words, your phone buzzed in your lap with a text from the menace himself.
Chris: damn, ‘a friend’? just a friend?
Chris: ur breakin my heart ma
You clenched your jaw, resisting the urge to scream.
The press conference finally moved on, and you made it through without further disaster, but the damage had been done. By the time you left the venue, the internet was already on fire.
And of course Chris was waiting for you outside.
Leaning against the car like he had zero responsibility for the media frenzy he just caused.
"You have no idea how much I wanna kill you right now," you greeted, shoving past him toward the passenger seat.
Chris chuckled, following you in. "C’mon, it’s kinda funny."
"You mean career-ruining?"
"Nah," he shrugged. "This is just free promo. People are obsessed with you now. I did you a favor.
"You turned to glare at him, but the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face made it impossible to take him seriously. "I hate you," you muttered for the second time that night.
Chris just leaned back, throwing an arm over the seat, his voice dripping with amusement.
"Love...hate...same thing."
And unfortunately, judging by the way your heart betrayed you in that moment—you weren’t entirely sure he was wrong.
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Family Dynamic HCS
-> Pairings: Dad!Chris, Dad!Matt, Uncle!Nick
-> Warnings: fluff!!
-> Summary: pretty obvious, but Chris and Matt as dads, and Nick as an uncle
-> A/N: I re-wrote my hcs into one big one, and I already love it more. Reblogs are appreciated!! borders are from @bernardsbendystraws
UNCLE!NICK
He has no kids but a dog or a cat.
He spoils his nieces and nephews to the point where Chris and Matt hate him.
He 100% taught swear words to the kids.
When he finds out one of their wives is pregnant he's happy but then realizes they fucked and gets disgusted as a joke.
His nieces copied his attitude.
He might say he doesn't like kids, but he's never talking about his nephews and nieces.
"Cousin Sleepover at Uncle Nicks" was invented by his fiancé because he loves his future nieces and nephews.
DAD!MATT
All girls, maybe one boy.
If his girls made bracelets, he'd clip them to his keychain or hang in on his rearview mirror in his car.
His tattoos are now coloring pages to them.
He cares for everyone when everyone's sick because he 'never gets sick', but when hrs sick, he's a big baby.
He learned how to braid hair solely for his daughters.
Cries every time one of his kids starts kindergarten, middle school, junior high, or high school.
"Daddy, play dress up!" 5 minutes later, he has his makeup done, nails painted, hair in little hair ties, and an Elsa dress on. There will be photos of that in everyone's camera roll, and he is NOT ashamed.
DAD!CHRIS
100% a 'boy dad' person.
He takes the boys skating when you visit his family in Boston for Christmas.
His kids are younger than Matt's by 3-4 years because of his mentioned fear of commitment.
He loves surprising his whole with big-ass gifts (like a dog).
hes more of a kid than his kids.
Dad jokes constantly, but they're funny.
At one point has let his boys play so rough that it resulted in a broken arm/wrist. Multiple. Times.
EXTRAS
Chris and Matt's kids mention to others that they are technically half-siblings due to Chris and Matt having identical DNA.
Chris's oldest boy's best friend is Nate's oldest son.
There might be cousin sleepovers at Nick's, but every Christmas in Boston, it's at Grandma Marylou's and Grandpa Jimmy's
A/N: reblogs are appreciated!
Tags: @hoeforchrizz @authoryand @bambi-slxt @nickssidewitch @flouvela @kinascum
About Me!!
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Brunnette, green eyes, Italian and American and i only write about the sturniolo triplets
Music: Dominic Fike, Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Arctic Monkeys, Tyler The Creator, The Neighborhood, TV Girl, Clairo
Youtubers: Sturniolo Triplets, Kallmekris, Tara Yummy, Sam and Colby, Jake and Johnnie, etc
Shows: Stranger Things, Bluey, Bridgerton, WandaVision
Movies: 10 Things I Hate About You, Scream, Clueless
Likes: Light blue, Dr Pepper, pasta, stars
Dislikes: Slow walkers, Baby Shark, idiot drivers, etc
Rapper!Chris x Singer!reader Headcanons (sfw 1)
I'm guilty of being a slut for rapper!chris so i needed to make one myself. I want this to be a whole series so there will be a lot more🫶🫶
Rapper!Chris...who sneaks backstage at your concerts with VIP passes disguised as a fan and surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers after the show just so he can see the surprised look on your face.
Rapper!Chris...who makes it his mission to feature you in one of his songs. He plays the demo on repeat all day everyday until you agree to collaborate.
Rapper!Chris...who writes lyrics that he claims "aren't about anyone," but everyone can tell they're filled with references to you from small mentions of your favorite color to a lyric from one of your own songs.
Rapper!Chris...who sends you voice memos at 2 in the morning when he’s inspired. They are filled with rough drafts of lyrics about you that are sweet, funny, and occasionally ridiculous. Occasionally theres a lot of dirty ones.
Rapper!Chris...who casually promotes your songs by “accidentally” mentioning them on live streams calling them fire and insisting his fans check the songs out immediately.
Rapper!Chris...who gets defensive if anyone criticizes you or your music, ready to go on a rant about how they don’t understand real talent.
Rapper!Chris...who casually wears your tour merch to his own shows, sparking rumors about your relationship among fans because he can’t help but support you even in (not so small) ways.
Rapper!Chris...who always reserves a VIP seat at his concerts just for you and when he spots you in the crowd, he throws a wink or a quick shoutout in his lyrics, making the audience scream.
Rapper!Chris...who memorizes all your songs, even the unreleased ones and hums them in the studio, inspiring everyone to think he has new material when he's really just admiring your work.
mood board and extras coming soon!
Inspiration came from mainly 2 accounts and others who have done this before: @chrissturnsfav, and @chrissdollie
coffee | m.s.
Summary: A series of different situations where exbf!Matt and reader meet to catch up.
Warnings: mentions of sexual acts, alcohol use, angst
Word Count: 661 words
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A/N: Hello friends! I took quite the hiatus from writing. I've had lots of ideas flowing but no motivation to actually write them :( but I am going to try and push some out for the holidays. I hope this idea/concept makes sense. Please tell me if it doesn't and I can add an explanation!!
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"if I didn't love you, it would be fine"
Can't meet you for dinner at the Italian place...
The table held the awkward space between you as you recalled the last time you were both at this restaurant. You stared off at the booth in the corner. It felt like yesterday that you and Matt sat across from his parents, meeting them for the first time.
"How's your mom doing?" you asked, breaking the silence.
"She's good. She asks about you all the time. She misses you," Matt responded looking in your eyes. You felt a pang in your chest.
"I miss her too," you said with a slight frown. The relationship you had with MaryLou while you were dating Matt was so good. She was like a second mom to you. You pitied the many women who hated their mother in-laws because you absolutely adored her.
"Why don't you come home and say hi for a bit?" Matt offered.
a few hours later
Your legs were tangled up with Matt's as you rested your head on his bare chest. Both of you were breathless and trying to figure out how meeting up to 'talk' ended up with you in his bedroom at his parents' house.
I'd suggest the jazz bar on MaryAnn Street...
The soft saxophone music played in the background as you and Matt sat at a small table in the corner. "I want to apologize for how things ended between us," Matt sighed. You fiddled with your purse strap as you listened to him talk. "It wasn't fair to you to not think about how my career was going to impact you and us."
"I feel like you chose your career over me," you spoke softly.
Matt's face softened. "I know. I have my priorities straight now. Can I buy you a drink?"
One drink lead to another. Somehow Matt's face ended up between your thighs as you gripped onto your bedsheets. You missed him and definitely missed this.
If we have wine...
Matt's lips were flavored with merlot. Even though you preferred a riesling, you couldn't get enough. Your lips chased his as he backed you up against the bed. You weren't sure where your clothes had gone but you didn't really care. "I want you," he whispered. Matt left open mouthed kisses along your jaw as his hand slipped down your torso. You moaned softly. The night started casually. Matt stopped by to have a chat and catch up over a glass of wine. A few hours later, there were two empty wine bottles on the table.
You said let's do the park 'cause I love the park...
The park swing held your body in a hug as you caught up with Matt. It felt like it had been ages since you saw each other, but really, just a few months. It started off a bit awkward, but you warmed up slowly. Then, the rain began. It poured on you both as you laughed running to his car for shelter. Inside the car, the two of you talked for hours until darkness crept in. It didn't take long for your heated kisses to make the windows to steam up as Clairo played through the speakers.
I'll meet you for coffee...
The warmth of the mug increased the perspiration in your nervous hands as you sat across from your ex. "How are you?" he asked.
You nodded, "I'm doing good actually. How are you?"
He gave you a genuine smile, happy to know that you have been doing well. Matt felt a lot of guilt around your breakup and was hoping that you were doing okay. You both chatted about his career and your schooling. The world felt at peace and almost back to normal. Both of you relieved to have the friendship back.
But the feelings in your heart crept out of hiding each time Matt laughed or recalled a memory between the two of you.
So let's not do coffee, let's not even try.
Sleepytime
Rapper!chris x singer!reader Content: tooth rotting fluff, thats basically it Status: established relationship
credit: @liiixsturniolos for inspiration
Note: this is my first time writing in 2nd person so hope you like it🩵
Chris had been restless all day. You could tell from the way he kept bouncing his knee at dinner, his fingers tapping out a beat on the table while you tried to tell him about your studio session earlier. He wasn’t being rude—not intentionally. You knew his mind was elsewhere. It usually was when he got stuck in his creative process.
Now it was well past midnight, and you were curled up on the couch in his apartment, your legs draped over his lap as a late-night sitcom hummed quietly in the background. Chris’s arm rested loosely on your shin, his fingers drawing patterns on your skin while he stared off into the distance.
“You’re still thinking about that verse, aren’t you?” you asked softly, breaking the quiet.Chris blinked, his gaze snapping back to you. “Huh?”
“The one you couldn’t finish earlier. You’re stuck.”
He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. “Yeah. It’s like... I can hear what I want it to sound like, but I can’t figure out the words. It’s just frustrating, ya know?”
You nodded. You’d been there before—those days when the music felt just out of reach,it was like trying to grab water with your hands.
“You’re overthinking it,” you said gently. “You always do it when you’re tired.”
Chris groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Probably. But y'know I can’t turn my brain off. It’s like every time I close my eyes, the beat’s just there, looping over and over again.”
You shifted, sitting up a little straighter. “Maybe you just need to relax,” you suggested. “Do something to take your mind off it.”
“Will you sing to me?” he asked, his tone bordering on desperate. You hesitated and raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a small smirk.
“Sure,” you said with a laugh. Chris stretched out on the couch, his head resting on the armrest, and you pulled a blanket over him. His legs were long enough that they hung off the other end, and you couldn’t help but smile at how he looked—a little less like the confident tough rapper the world saw and more like the teddy bear boy you knew.
It had to be something soft, something calming, something... meaningful.
You started humming first, letting the melody settle in the quiet space between you. Then, softly, you began to sing one of your favorite songs—a gentle one that had always felt like home to you. Your voice was low and steady, the lyrics flowing like a gentle stream.
Chris’s eyes fluttered closed almost immediately, his breathing slowing as he listened. The hand rested on his chest that was tapping ruthyms, suddenly stopped.
“Damn,” he murmured after a minute, his voice barely audible. “You sound good, ma.”
You smiled, pausing for a moment to reply. “It’s not like you haven’t heard me sing before.”
“Not like this,” he said, his voice muffled against the skin of your thighs. “It’s...different.”
Your fingers brushed through his hair, the soft curls springing back into place after each pass. As the song ended, you switched to another.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice heavy with sleep.
“I wasn’t planning to,” you said quietly, the words like a promise.
You kept singing, your voice wrapping around the room like a warm blanket. And as you did, you noticed the way Chris’s body sank deeper into the couch, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Eventually, his breathing evened out completely, and you realized he’d fallen asleep.
For a moment, you just watched him. He looked so peaceful, his features softened in a way you didn’t get to see often. The weight of his public persona—the cool, confident rapper everyone adored—was gone, leaving behind just Chris.
You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight,” you whispered.
There was something about moments like this—quiet, simple, and unglamorous—that made everything else in life feel a little easier.
Maybe tomorrow, Chris would wake up with the words he’d been looking for. But tonight, you’d given him what he really needed.
Rest.
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