sturniolo triplets oneshots/smut

hollaback girl // matt // fluff // request

summary; "HIII! could you do an imagine where y/n is a famous singer or something & invites the triplets to go to red carpets with her and matt gets to meet his celeb crush & the reader gets jealous if that makes sense?"

warnings; swearing, angst

not proofread

(im not saying matts celeb crush is olivia rodrigo but for the sake of the story requiring a celeb crush im doing someone random so go along w it!)

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You readjust Matt's suit again. It's an anxiety thing. He doesn't look bad, it's just that you're afraid of what's going to happen the second he steps inside. Maybe he'll feel overwhelmed and stay attached to your arm, or maybe he'll wander around like you've been encouraging him to. 

It's not like he's gonna walk off, go up to a hundred different people-- this particular banquet hall is gigantic so you know it's gonna have plenty of people--and embarrass you. He's twenty-three, and he understands the ins and outs. He's been to hundreds of red carpets before.

You trust him not to make a fool out of himself. To say things that might get you in trouble or have your reputation to start. You gave him a list of people he might want to steer clear of. Because when you're rising from the ditches as fast as you are, others tend to get jealous. 

You've made a ton of friends out of it, but some people aren't just as nice.

They think you buy followers. That you've done dirty things to get where you are. In truth, it's all in the skill. You're good at singing, it's what you do. Your parents when you were a kid had signed you up for hundreds of vocal lessons, and occasional instrument classes because you were too fascinated by them. 

You can play the drums pretty well, as well as the guitar, saxophone, and flute. If someone were to hand you a guitar and demand a popular song, you'd most likely be able to play it, with a few mistakes. You're always so curious about replicating the song, learning it for party favors for parties with your boyfriend and his stupid friends.

You love them all dearly, but they can be a little obsessive over the fact you know how to make music. Nick and Madi are subtle about it. Justin, the triplet's older brother, thought it was pretty cool. The only people you've agreed to make a song with were Madison Beer and Nessa Barret, one of the triplets' and your close friends. For several reasons, Madison's and Nessa's music is just more your style, Chris wants you to hit up Skies and make a song with him but, Madison and Nessa's music is just more your style generally.

Anyway, you kiss Matt briefly, before taking his arm, "A few pictures with fans, and the paparazzi. Smile big, do one or two serious looks." 

"I've got this, babe." Matt laughs, and then the both of you head for the carpet. 

It's a piece of cake. You two stand where you're supposed to, in front of the white wallpaper, placed there for the event. 

It's a party, with very limited public access. The most is that they get to stand nearby, hope for a signature, and that's it. However, with the press, there will be a few news sources. You remember reading somewhere that they're not gonna come up to you directly. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't look your best, and act the same way. They're sneaky, you've had a few articles on yourself, which was when you had to hire someone to watch your etiquette, and then correct it. 

Annoying, but it paid off. They hardly have anything to pick on you for any more. When you slip up, they'll either ignore or report. The fans are generous because they understand that you're new to this.

You move Matt in the directions you need to face. You do a cute pose for a specific magazine because you've been featured on it once or twice. You love them, they're very understanding when you tell them no Photoshop. The only thing you allow them to do is to adjust lighting, but they always have to come back to you to make sure they're not fucking up your skin tone or anything.