Hola my lovely people. I am back with yet another Matt story cause we cannot get enough of them. Nick is so happy he ain't getting targeted right now. 

This started as a Chris fic and then I morphed it into a Matt fic so this isn't my best work and I didn't add as much humour as I normally do. But yeah. 

So, the love of my life, Xxbittersweet_RoseXx requested a long request so here is the first three lines. 

"Maybe Matt had been really self-deprecating lately. And really hard on himself. (making jokes about how he's so boring, not loved, how he thinks he's so ugly,) and his brothers have been kinda laughing them off"

Here is the story with a storyline that is completely different. But then again, when have I ever had a fully correct storyline? No but , it is so different lol. 

TW: Mother Nick, Grandma Nick, Mattuide, crying, slamming doors, sanity

You have been warned.

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"Nick, I don't understand why I can't just go to this party without you and Matt. Why am I even arguing with you about this? You're not my mother" Chris yelled, waving his hands around like a helicopter. 

Matt turned up the volume on his airpods and put his head on the table, drowning out the arguing happening behind him between his two brothers. They had been going off at each other every day that past week and it was really starting to piss off Matt. He felt sorry for the neighbours. They probably thought a married couple was fighting in the house but it was really two brothers.

"I don't trust those people you're going to party with" Nick yelled back, shuddering at the thought of Chris hanging out with his 'new friends'. Nick had met them once and pretended to like them but was plotting their murder in his head. They smelled like a drugstore and looked like a crowd Nick would have avoided at all costs. 

Maybe not Chris though.

Chris rolled his eyes, "You don't trust anyone, Nick. I'm going to this party, without you both. Bye" he then grabbed his coat and walked downstairs to meet his Uber driver, since he was not going to get Matt to drive him there. He slammed the front door behind him for an extra dramatic exit. 

Nick sighed and stood there for a moment before going to tap Matt on the shoulder, signally all the fighting was over. Nick knew how much the yelling and screaming affected Matt, but anytime he tried to do it in a different room, it would always end up in the living room. 

"Matt, turn down the volume of your airpods. You are going to go deaf before Chris at this rate" Nick requested, once Matt lifted his head off the table. He could hear the sound of high-pitched voices coming out of the small speakers in Matt's ears. 

Matt nodded and turned off the music completely. "You both done fighting for today?" 

Nick pressed his lips together, he wanted to rant but stopped himself, not thinking Matt would care. 

Matt noticed, "You look like you are about to jump out of your skin" 

Nick exhaled. "I just don't get it, Chris knows he can't be hanging out with those fucking people. Like, does he have a brain or not? Fuck this oh my God. He knows if he is going to go to a party to bring us two as well, he has known about this for his entire fucking life and he is being a fucking idiot" 

"He probably didn't want me around since I'd kill the vibe. Don't take it personally" Matt cut off Nick before he could say another word starting with F again. 

Nick stared at Matt and chuckled a bit but didn't say anything. Instead, getting his phone and checking to make sure Chris had his location on. Matt checked on his phone as well. Chris probably was less pissed at him so might have kept it on for him. 

"He has his location on, thank god. Also, look at this edit I found of you last night" Nick opened TikTok and scrolled through his favourites. 

"You favourited an edit of me?" Matt questioned, disgusted at his brother's actions. Who would favourite an edit of their brother? 

Nick shrugged and showed Matt the edit. "I look ugly in that edit don't even" He took Nick's phone out of his hand, unfavoured the edit and closed the app. 

"You look cute what do you mean" Nick teased. 

"I really don't but thanks" Matt gave a weak smile.

"Shut up Matt, look at your adorable little face" Nick grabbed Matt's cheek and squeezed it like he was a grandma seeing his grandson for the first time in a while.

Matt brushed Nick's hand off his cheek and left the room. 

Nick stared at Matt, What the fuck is up with him. 

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Chirs came through the front door not even half an hour later after his fight with Nick. 

Nick and Matt were watching RuPaul's Drag Race in the living room. Well, Nick was watching it, Matt just didn't know what to do with himself so he decided to watch it as well. 

Chris stomped into the living room. He had gotten to the party and fell out of place imminently, so he went home. "Nick, I'm sorry"

Matt paused the show, and Chris looked at Matt. "Why would you do that?" 

"See how it plays out" Matt replied. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and waited for the action. 

"You're strange" 

"I know" 

"Stranger than stranger things"

"I know"

"Like super strange" 

"I know" 

Chris looked away from Matt and to Nick, trying to find the courage to talk to Nick. He was stalling. He already knew he was about to get the words, 'I told you so' rubbed in his face. Maybe he should put a protective layer of lotion on his skin to block out the words?

"Speak motherfucker" Nick prompted Chris. 

"I'm not speaking to you about this while Matt is in the room" Chris glared at Matt, wanting him to get out. This was Nick and his business only, not the middle triplet. 

"Why? Am I too strange to hear this fight? I've heard every other one" Matt asked, looking at Chris like a deer in headlights. He didn't know why he wasn't just listening to Chris and leaving the room. He could feel the sob trying to break out of his throat.

But why was he crying? Or why were his eyes threatening to cry? 

Chris rolled his eyes and Nick didn't know what to say. It was dead silent for the first time in the Sturniolo household.

Matt couldn't take it anymore, getting up from the couch getting his car keys and tumbling down the stairs. He didn't actually roll down the stairs like a marble, more like trotted like an extremely happy pony. 

Once the door had been slammed (again, get this door a pay rise) Chris and Nick looked at each other, in shock.

"What just happened?" Chris questioned, completely frozen in place. Musical statues without the music.

Nick shrugged. "He's been in a pissy mood all week. I think cause we've been fighting a lot. You know how he feels about us fighting"

Chris stared at his feet. He had forgotten that Matt would have heard all the fights in the past week. "Doesn't mean he has to run out on us" Chris then pulled out his phone,going to his and Matt's messages. "I'm going to message him 'I love you'"

Nick scoffed. "I don't know if that's going to work but sure"

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Chris
I love youuuuuuu
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It was a couple of hours later until Matt returned home. Nick and Chris both didn't bother sleeping, scared that Matt wouldn't return.

He did though. He soon realised he was tired and sleeping in a car was more torturous than being interrupted in a car video by a Spanish Joe Biden.

As the door clicked open, both Nick and Chris snapped out of their trances.  They both looked at each other and ran to Matt, who was just trying to walk up the stairs.

"Matt" They both screamed, running down to endolf Matt into a hug.

Matt didn't react, instead, telling them the obvious "I'm tired guys. I'm going to bed"

Chris and Nick looked at each other and Chris ran to the top of the stairs, trapping them three on the one stairwell.

Smart right?

"We need to talk, Matt" Nick said, his mother shining through.

The fear in Matt's eyes was prominent,  he didn't want to do this right now. All he wanted was his bed and a good fanfic to read (Taking suggestions). "Talk about what?"

Chris chimed in from the top of the stairs, "You've been quiet recently"

"What a shocker" Matt mumbled. Did his brothers just realise that? Were their brains on vacation in Greenland?

Nick sighed. "Ok, we are just walking around the topic now-"

"We are literally standing on a staircase. I don't see any of us walking around anything here" 

"Can you shut the fuck up Chris, you need to realize that this isn't a time for jokes or your voice for a matter of fact" Nick shot at Chris, who had rudely interrupted him, the audience. 

Matt just pressed his lips together and nodded his head, he had nothing he could add to this situation at all. It was once again, the Chris and Nick show. 

Chris flipped off Nick and looked at Matt, awkwardly standing on one of the stairs, swaying slightly. "We have been worried about you, Matt" 

"Why?" 

Nick shoved himself into the conversation. "You don't take a compliment, you don't fight back when we say something mean. You literally are Self-deprecating, in a none funny way as well." 

"What the fuck is self-deathing?" Chris questioned, pronouncing 'deprecating' wrong. 

Matt looked at Nick and rolled his eyes, "am not"

Chris put his hands up, "What in the actual fuck is self-deathing or whatever. Is it suicide cause Matt looks pretty alive to me" Chris was demanding an answer now. 

"It's deprecating idiot" Matt shot at Chris. 

Chris mocked Matt and yawned. "Hurry up with it Nick, I'm so tired. What was I thinking, thinking I could party all night tonight?" 

Nick looked at Matt. "You are. Why?" 

Matt looked at his shoes. "I'm not lying though, ok, it's been a really annoying week with you two fighting every waking moment" 

Chris joined the action of looking at shoes, apart from the fact he looked at his socks instead. Nick did as well. "Sorry Matt" They said in unison. 

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That night, Matt tossed and turned in bed, trying to get comfy. He heard the soft click on his shut door opening. 

"Matt, can I sleep in here" A voice whispered amid the darkness. 

"Hmm" Matt grumbled, not registering whose voice it was. He was praying it was either Nick or Chris. The last thing he wanted was a gay trucker or something sleeping in his bed, Nick was just upstairs. 

The figure climbed into Matt's bed and another one followed, all of a sudden, Matt was in the middle of a gay trucker sandwich. 

"Sorry Matty" Chris whispered into Matt's ear and in the other ear Nick whispered "Love you Matt" 

Matt smiled to himself, pleased that it was his brothers in his bed and not a fifty-year-old trucker from Icarly. 

"Love you both," He said aloud, before closing his eyes and sleeping. 

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Well that was the most crappiest chapter I have ever wrote and I am aware that the 'Clingy' chapter exists. 

Anyways. Sorry for the slower updates compared to when I first started writing. I've had no inspo and I've been busy being Bon. 

Drop some requests <3

-Bon xoxo