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[chris-bandicoot]

deena johnson

guide: fluff 𐙚, smut ꩜, angst ✦, other ੈ

- nothing here….

[chris-bandicoot]

Everything has changed - c. sturniolo

one shot. fluff.

A storm is raging outside. Thunder and lighting strike every few seconds, illuminating the night sky with light.

You're curled up your comfy couch, blanket draped around you, as you try your best to focus on the movie playing on the TV. You can't help but be distracted, though. Your thoughts keep drifting to one person, Chris.

Chris is your best friend, and you've known him for as long as you can remember. You've always had a crush on him, but you've never had the courage to tell him how you feel. You're afraid of ruining your friendship if he doesn't feel the same way, and you don't want to lose him.

You sigh and take a sip of your hot tea, letting the warmth soothe your frayed nerves. The rain outside is getting heavier, and the wind is howling. It's a good thing you're inside, safe and dry from the storm.

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. You freeze, wondering who could possibly be out in this weather. Reluctantly, you set down your tea and get up from the couch, padding over to the door.

As you open the door, you're surprised to see Chris standing there, soaking wet and shivering. Without any hesitation, he steps inside and closes the door behind him, shutting out the storm.

"Chris?" you say, surprised. "What are you doing here? It's pouring out there!"

He gives you a sheepish grin. "I know, I know. But I needed to talk to you."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, but you try to keep your cool. "Oh, okay. Come sit down. I'll get you a towel.”

You lead him over to the couch and hand him a towel. He dries himself off, leaving the towel draped over his shoulders. He sits down next to you, his knee brushing against yours.

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the storm outside. Finally, Chris takes a deep breath, as if gathering his courage. "I need to tell you something. Something I've been afraid to say for a long time."

You feel your heart skip a beat.

"Okay," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "What is it?"

Chris turns to face you, his hair dripping wet and plastered to his face. His clothes are completely drenched, and water runs down his neck, pooling in the collar of his shirt. Despite the storm outside, you can feel the warmth emanating from him. His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and serious.

You can feel your heart racing in your chest, your breathing ragged. You've been waiting to hear this for so long, and now that the moment is finally here, you can barely believe it's happening.

"I love you," he says again, his voice growing stronger. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't keep it inside anymore. You mean everything to me.

He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His fingers are cold from the rain, but his grip is firm and strong.

He looks into your eyes once more, his own eyes blazing with emotion. "Y/N... I know we've been friends for a long time, and I'm scared of messing things up. But I can't keep pretending like I don't feel what I do. You're more than just a friend to me. You're my everything."

Your heart is pounding in your chest now, and you can hardly believe what you're hearing. Could it be true? Is he really confessing his love for you?

The two of you sit there, hand in hand, the only sound in the room is the rain hitting the windows outside. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your mind racing with a million different thoughts.

Chris leans in closer to you, his body mere inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, the moisture in the air from his wet clothes. He lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. His hand tightens around yours, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. His body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. The rain is still pattering against the window, but inside the room, the world has fallen silent. All you can hear is the sound of your own breathing and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

He moves even closer, and you instinctively lean in towards him. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch soft and reverent. He leans in even closer, his lips hovering mere centimeters from yours.

“can i kiss you?”

“Yes," you breathe, the word barely a whisper. "Please."

Chris doesn't need to be told twice. He closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. His lips are cool and wet from the rain, but they're soft and firm against yours. You can feel a thousand different emotions welling up inside you, exploding in a rush of sensation.

The kiss is long and deep, his hands cradling your face as he explores your mouth with his own. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the cold rain that clings to his body forgotten as you melt into the kiss.

When Chris finally pulls away, you're both panting, your chests heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closed as he tries to steady himself.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice huskier than before. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

You can feel yourself smiling, your heart swelling with happiness. "Me too," you murmur, your hand coming up to brush a damp lock of hair away from his forehead.

He opens his eyes and gazes into yours, his expression tender and full of emotion. "I love you," he says again, the words simple and yet so powerful. "I always have. I always will."

a/n: ok rushed but i havent posted in so long

[chris-bandicoot]

ok so I'm NOT ok holy moly

Matt when you’re on your knees begging to suck him off.

he’s petting your hair and calling you such a needy, whiny girl.

[chris-bandicoot]

"It's hungry." | New Dad C.S

wc: 0.7k

warnings: a baby, new parents, mild parental cluelessness, fluff ig??, not proof-read, just a little silly thing I wrote...

You didn’t think it was possible to be this tired.

Nine months of carrying a baby had already wrung every last drop of energy out of your body. Your back still ached, your hormones were throwing parties without permission, and the idea of sleep had become a long-lost fantasy. And then you gave birth—an event so intense, you were pretty sure you saw stars and briefly made a deal with the universe to never do it again.

Now? Now you were home. Supposedly recovering. But your newborn daughter apparently had other plans.

You’d been running on 14 seconds of sleep a day, and even breathing felt like a chore. Your brain was mush. Your body was tired in a way no nap could fix. But you were still somehow expected to keep this tiny human alive, even though you barely remembered how to work the microwave anymore.

Chris wasn’t much better. He was trying—God, he was trying—but the man couldn’t tell the difference between a swaddle and a tortilla wrap. He kept looking to you like you were the instruction manual to parenthood, but you were just as clueless. If there was a manual, it had burst into flames and rolled under the crib days ago.

It was 2:47 a.m.

The house was dark and silent, aside from the banshee-level wailing coming through the baby monitor on the nightstand. Your daughter had lungs, you’d give her that.

Chris groaned beside you and shifted under the covers like someone had just dropped a dumbbell on his chest.

He rolled over and poked your arm. “Babe.”

You didn’t move. Maybe if you pretended to be dead, he’d go away.

“Babe, she’s crying again.”

You let out a long, murderous exhale. “No kidding.”

“She’s probably hungry or gassy or mad at me… or possessed....”

You rolled over just enough to glare at him through one half-opened eye. “You made her, you figure it out.”

Chris blinked at you like a deer in front of oncoming headlights. “But… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You rolled your head slightly on the pillow to face him and gave him a deadpan look. “And you think I do?”

Chris hesitated. “I mean… you carried her for nine months.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, flopping back onto your pillow, “and that gave me heartburn, not parenting skills.”

He sighed and sat up, dragging himself out of bed like he was walking to his own funeral. You heard him whisper something like, “Please don’t scream. Daddy’s tired. Mommy’s tired... and, well, horrifying....” before the door clicked softly shut behind him.

In the baby’s room, Chris hovered helplessly over the crib. Your daughter was losing her mind—fists clenched, face red, little legs kicking the air like she was ready to throw hands.

“Heyyy,” he cooed nervously, picking her up. “Shhh… it’s okay. You’re safe. You're warm. You’re… definitely louder than you were earlier.”

He tried rocking her. Patting her back. Swaying like a drunk tree in the wind.

Nothing.

She screamed harder.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Chris bounced slightly, voice getting higher. “I think you're hungry. Or mad at the state of the economy. (Great job! Your child is Jaden Smith! 😊) Or you just hate me.”

She continued crying, somehow louder than a fire truck in a tunnel.

Defeated, he shuffled back into your room, baby in arms, face full of fear and failure. You were half-asleep, curled on your side with your back to him.

“Hey babe,” he whispered.

Nothing.

He inched closer.

“Baaaabe…”

You groaned. “No.”

Chris stood there awkwardly. “Can you take your boobs out please? I think it’s hungry.”

You sat up so fast it was like you’d been activated by rage. Your hair was wild, one eye open, the other still in REM sleep.

Chris froze. Smile twitching. Awkward. Guilty. Slightly terrified.

a/n : I DONT like this but I haven't posted in a while ...

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Spill The Juice | N.S x Koolaid

wc: cant be bothered to count

pt. 1 (must read before you continue.)

warnings: violence

The sun was shining brighter than usual over the picnic hill. Nick and the Kool-Aid Man were back—same gingham blanket, same cozy vibe, same Space Camp lip balm now with a slightly more hydrating formula. Life was good.

Nick leaned against the Kool-Aid Man’s cool glass side, applying the cherry-flavored balm to his lips. “You know,” he murmured, “I think this might be our best-selling flavor yet.”

“Oh YEAHHHH,” Kool-Aid Man boomed proudly, the sunlight catching just right on his glossy red liquid.

Everything was perfect… until it wasn’t.

Out of nowhere, a sleek silver pouch glided onto the hill, straw already punctured, juice glinting with arrogance.

It was Capri Sun.

“Hey, Nick,” Capri Sun said, his voice smooth, like someone who knew they were featured in every kid’s lunchbox. “Heard you’re doing collabs. Ever considered something… tropical punchy? Maybe with me?”

Nick blinked. “Uh…”

The Kool-Aid Man stiffened. His handle twitched.

“Oh… yeah?” he said, a little too flat.

Capri Sun sauntered closer, sloshing smugly. “I mean, I’ve got that ‘cool kid’ rep, right? Everyone loves a pouch. No glass, no mess.”

The Kool-Aid Man stood up slowly, towering over Capri Sun. The ground shook. Birds fled the scene.

“Oh. YEAH.” His voice was low. Dangerous. Juice was about to get spilled.

Capri Sun held up his straw. “Hey, hey, chill. It’s just business, man.”

The Kool-Aid Man didn’t reply with words.

He replied with a flying elbow.

BOOM.

Capri Sun splatted across the grass, juice flying in every direction. A group of nearby ants started cheering.

“Oh YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kool-Aid Man roared like a victorious WWE champ.

Nick gasped but also… blushed. “That was kind of hot.”

The Kool-Aid Man turned to him, breathing heavily (somehow, even though he has no lungs).

“Oh… yeah?” he asked, worried now that maybe he’d overreacted.

Nick ran to him, flung his arms around his round glass body, and said softly:

“Yeah. For real.”

The two turned back to the sky, the sun setting behind them, Capri Sun lying defeated in a puddle of himself behind them.

“Oh yeah,” Kool-Aid Man said.

Nick giggled, still in his arms. “Oh yeah.”

a/n: sorry capri sun lovers… koolaid solos

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Just For Fun!

guide: fluff 𐙚, smut ꩜, angst ✦, other ੈ

- N.S x Koolaid Series : 1 , 2 𐙚

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In Love Jammers | N.S x Koolaid

wc: 454

pt 2

warnings: OH YEAHHH

The sun beamed gently over the grassy hilltop, casting warm light onto a perfectly set red-and-purple gingham picnic blanket. A soft breeze ruffled the edge of a brown paper bag full of sandwiches, fruit, and—naturally—a limited edition Kool-Aid flavored Space Camp lip balm.

Nick Sturniolo sat cross-legged, a lazy smile on his face as he pulled out the balm and turned to his picnic date.

Sitting beside him, looming a good eight feet tall and made entirely of cherry red glass, was the Kool-Aid Man.

“Want to try it?” Nick asked, holding out the shiny little balm tube.

The Kool-Aid Man’s eyes lit up behind his glassy dome.

“Oh YEAHHHH!” he thundered, his voice echoing through the valley like a sugary war cry.

Nick chuckled, unscrewing the cap. “I’m serious though. This might be the best collab I’ve ever done. You—you’re just… inspiring.”

The Kool-Aid Man turned slightly, red liquid sloshing lovingly inside him. “Oh… yeah?” he replied softly, his voice shy this time. A little unsure.

Nick blushed, twirling the cap in his fingers. “Yeah,” he said. “I mean, think about it. We’re from two completely different worlds—you’re a pitcher of liquid joy, I’m just a guy who loves lip balm—but somehow, we make it work.”

A bird chirped overhead. The Kool-Aid Man reached into the picnic basket and gently pulled out a PB&J sandwich, holding it delicately between his massive glass hands.

“Ohhh yeah,” he said, eyes soft, expression tender. The way he said it… it was almost poetic.

Nick leaned his head on Kool-Aid Man’s cool, glassy shoulder. “I used to think I was too weird to be loved,” he murmured. “But then you came crashing through that wall and into my heart.”

The Kool-Aid Man made a low, rumbly sound, like carbonation in a quiet room.

“Oh… yeah…” he said again, his voice a whisper, filled with emotion. He set the sandwich down and wrapped one massive arm around Nick protectively.

They sat in silence for a moment, watching the clouds float by in the wide afternoon sky.

Then, with perfect timing and dramatic flair, the Kool-Aid Man sat up a little straighter and looked off into the distance.

“Oh YEAH,” he said proudly, almost like a vow.

Nick giggled, eyes sparkling. He reached up and traced a finger along the edge of the Kool-Aid Man’s pitcher face.

“Oh yeah,” Nick echoed, matching the tone—soft, full of feeling, absolutely in love.

Together, they stared at the sky, hearts full and lip balm minty.

a/n: i’m bored lol, working on a part 2 rn even tho it wasn’t asked for

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chris blurb | an easter egg hunt with your little sisters brings out his soft side

The car had barely rolled to a stop in your aunt’s driveway before your little sisters were unbuckling themselves, squealing about chocolate bunnies and screaming over who was going to find the golden egg first.

Their shoes thudded against the pavement as they sprinted across the lawn, baskets bouncing behind them like tails. In the chaos, one of them tripped, dropped her stuffed bunny, and kept going like her life depended on it.

You were still laughing when you rounded the car, arms full of pastel gift bags and plastic-wrapped cupcakes, only to find Chris already leaning against the passenger side door. He had one foot casually crossed over the other, hoodie sleeves pushed up, and the softest smile tugging at his lips.

That crooked smile.

The one that always landed more on the left, like he wasn’t trying to charm anyone but still did it effortlessly.

He watched your sisters tear across the yard like they were fireworks, eyes lit up with that boyish kind of awe—the kind that only showed itself when he wasn’t performing for anyone. Just observing. Feeling. Quietly falling in love with everything he couldn’t name.

“Didn’t even say hi,” he said, shaking his head like he was heartbroken. “Tragic.”

You smirked, stepping closer, bumping your shoulder into his.

“Sorry you got upstaged by a golden egg.”

Chris’s lips twitched as he gave a little shrug. “Story of my life.”

Before you could respond, the middle sister—age seven, wild hair, wearing her Easter dress over jeans because she insisted on both—caught sight of him.

“CHRIS!!”

She ran at full speed, arms outstretched, basket discarded on the grass behind her like it was dead weight.

And Chris—without even flinching—straightened up, spread his arms wide, and caught her mid-run. Lifted her right off her feet like she weighed nothing.

“Hey, jellybean!” he said with a laugh as he spun her in a half-circle, lifting her high, then catching her snug against his chest.

She clung to him, giggling into his hoodie.

“I missed you,” she mumbled, cheeks flushed.

“I saw you two days ago,” he teased, brushing a leaf from her hair.

She didn’t care. She just grinned up at him like he made the sun rise.

And then the youngest sister—age five, pigtails crooked, socks mismatched—came barreling toward him with one Velcro shoe flopping loose. She held up both arms dramatically.

“Me next!”

Chris chuckled and crouched down again, carefully placing the first sister back on the grass before scooping the second one into his arms.

“Alright, little storm cloud. You ready for liftoff?”

She squealed with delight as he gently tossed her up, just a few inches into the air, catching her with practiced ease and spinning once before settling her on his hip.

And God—the way his eyes lit up.

Not in performance. Not for show.

Just pure, soft joy.

Then—he noticed her loose shoe.

“Hey, you’re about to lose a foot with how that thing’s hangin’,” he said, crouching again with her balanced on one knee. He carefully re-fastened her Velcro strap, checking the fit, brushing mud from her ankle like it was instinct. Then he tugged her sweater straight and zipped it up all the way.

“It’s windy out,” he murmured more to himself than to her. “Gotta keep you bundled.”

You stood there, gift bags forgotten, heart in your throat.

Because it wasn’t just that he was good with them. It was the way he saw them. The patience. The quiet respect. The way he moved slower around them—never rushing, never talking down.

They weren’t just kids to him. They were family.

⸻

An hour later, after the hunt, after too many marshmallow chicks and a jellybean sorting contest, you found Chris on the back porch, one sister curled up beside him with her head on his chest, the other using his shoe as a pillow while she organized her candy haul.

He wasn’t saying much. Just carding his fingers gently through the younger one’s hair, watching the wind stir the trees.

You sat beside him on the porch step, careful not to wake them.

“They love you, you know,” you said softly.

He glanced at you, pupils wide in the fading light. Smile soft. Crooked. Sure.

“They’re easy to love.”

Then, after a pause, quieter:

“You are too.”

The breath hitched in your throat.

You looked at him—at the way he was holding her so delicately, like he was afraid to shift too much and ruin the moment. At the way his thumb brushed her back in slow circles. At the way he looked out at the yard like he could already see a hundred more Easter mornings just like this.

That’s when it hit you.

He’s going to be such a good dad one day.

The kind who gets down on one knee to listen. The kind who zips jackets and double-knots laces and kisses foreheads before bedtime without ever being asked. The kind who makes kids feel safe just by being there.

And when you looked back at him, he was already watching you.

Like he knew.

Like maybe he was thinking the same thing.

And suddenly, the future didn’t feel so far away at all.

A/N: happy easter! may God bless you all:) I appreciate any interactions

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➤ the perfect morning

you woke from your slumber to chris rubbing slow circles on your lower back, his arm drawn over your body. Protecting you. Your boyfriends eyes blinking tiredly as he flashes you a sleepy smile. "Did you just wake up as well?" You broke the comfortable silence. Chris cleared his throat and mumbled, "No, just been watching you for a while." He pulled you closer by his grip around your waist. Curling into a ball against his embrace.

The smell of chris' faint cologne lingered on his skin from the night before. His hair slightly tousled and messy. You always admired small things about his like this, such as his tiny amount of freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks. And how his lips always look so perfect and kissable, it drove you crazy how someone could be so beautiful.

But god, how could you forget. His eyes. The pretty blue orbs that could break glass. "What are'ya thinking about." Chris interrupted you thoughts. "Nothing, just how handsome you are." A quick blush rose to your cheeks admitting it, Chris nuzzled his head into your neck. His soft heavy breathing lulling you back to sleep.

But before you both drifted off again, a small peck landed on your lips from Chris. You leaned into his sweet touch without a thought and cupped his face gently. Chris' hands found their place back on your waist as you rested your forehead against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat created the perfect white noise for you to sleep to.

You both loved mornings like this.

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rapper!chris x reader pt. 4

drugs n hella melodie’s - don toliver (feat. kali uchis)

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ part one | part two | part three | read beforehand !

in which *ೃ༄ chris sends a sample to your boyfriend-and it’s you moaning.

warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ infidelity !! this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only!

you were barely paying attention.

head down, scrolling, pretending to care about whatever your boyfriend was working on in the studio. your thumb hovered on the screen, aimlessly, until your phone buzzed — a text from chris.

chris:

miss you. even when you act like you don’t miss me back.

a soft breath slipped out before you could stop it, and the corners of your mouth curved up without thinking.

you tried to hide it — shifted your hand like you were just resting your cheek, but it was too late. your chest felt warm. pulled tight in that way it always did when he texted.

it had been a few days of this. texts at night. texts in the morning. some short. some filthy. one of them nearly got you caught yesterday — you’d smiled too hard at your screen and your boyfriend raised an eyebrow. “who’s got you cheesin’ like that?”“evelyn,” you lied, just quick enough to keep the moment moving. “sent me a dumb meme.”

your phone buzzed again.

chris:

wish i could have you here w me without hiding.

take you out of town and never bring you back

you hadn’t seen chris since the last time he’d been over, since you slipped out of bed with him and back into the one you shared with your boyfriend. he was out of town on tour now, while you stayed behind—pretending everything was normal, pretending you weren’t waiting for him to get back.

you sat in silence now, staring at your screen again. thumbs still and heart loud, untilyour boyfriend’s voice cut through it.

“babe, listen to this real quick,” he said, dragging your attention back. “just got this crazy sample in.”

you blinked and looked up. “from who?”

“chris. he wants to use it in that track i’m mixing for him.” he leaned over and tapped the spacebar. “it’s wild.”

the speakers clicked on. at first, just ambient silence. then — a sound. faint, breathy.

a whimper.

your spine straightened like a string had been pulled tight. you knew that sound too well. you’d made it.

and then it got louder. more desperate. moans echoing off the studio walls, layered, perfect in rhythm and tone — the same ones that left your mouth the last time you and chris hooked up. when you let him film you.

you sat up straighter.

“wait—babe, what is that?” you kept your tone light.

he shrugged. “sex tape with some girl he hooked up with? maybe his girlfriend. he said he wants the vocals cleaned up. just her moans, none of the talking. think it’s from a video or some shit.”

your mouth went dry. “talking?” you asked, a little too quick.

he nodded, already reaching for the mouse. “yeah. there’s more.”

he dragged the playhead back and replayed it from the top.

“you think you can stop this? you think you ever gonna stop coming back to this cock?” “stop talking.”

your voice. clear. raw. unmistakable.

for a second, you weren’t in the studio anymore.

you were back in that guest room. dim light spilling across your bedroom floor. his chain glinting in the dark. sheets tangled in your fists, your body strung up between guilt and craving. his voice in your ear, low and unhurried. his hand gripping your jaw, his other working you open, drawing out every sound now echoing from the studio monitors.

you remembered the way your back arched. the way his words burned straight through you. like your body had been wired for him since the beginning.

you blinked hard, trying to come back to the room. but your skin was still buzzing, like he’d just touched you.

you hoped — prayed — he was oblivious enough not to recognize it was his own girlfriend in that video.

your boyfriend didn’t even flinch at the words. “man, whoever this chick is, she’s going through it. sound design on this is nuts though. might use this as a hook.”

you forced a laugh. breathy. shaky. “yeah. wild.”

your phone buzzed again — another text from chris.

chris:

you sound good, don’t you? told you i’d make sure he heard you. loud and clear.

your boyfriend leaned back in his chair, still bobbing his head to the sound of you. “man, you think this girl knows she’s about to be famous?”

your lips barely parted.

“yeah,” you said quietly. “i think she does.”

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The Look Of Love | M.S

wc: 1k+

warning: fluff, slow-burnish, and i think thats all… enjoy!!!

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The room is glowing with warm lights and quiet chatter, a low hum of bass thudding through the walls. It’s one of those parties—not loud, not wild, just full enough to feel alive, but soft enough that it gives you space to breathe.

You’re sitting at the table in the corner, nursing a drink you barely touch, eyes drifting through the room. The gold light flickers on everyone’s faces, but you’re not really looking at them—not until you catch him.

Matt.

He’s leaning against the doorway, suit jacket unbuttoned, curls messy like he just ran his fingers through them. He’s talking to Nick, but then—his eyes shift. To you. Just for a second.

And that second? It feels like something real.

Your stomach flips in that way it does when a song you forgot you loved starts playing. You don’t even know why you’re staring, but he’s not looking away either. The kind of eye contact that makes the air feel warmer. Slower.

You glance away, heart stuttering, and try to act casual, even though your blushing like crazy.

Moments later, there’s movement. Footsteps. And then—

“Hey.”

Matt’s voice is low and careful, like he’s afraid to startle the moment. You look up, and he’s standing in front of you, hand buried in the pockets of his suit.

“Hi,” you say, voice softer than you meant it to be.

He smiles—small, crooked, barely-there—but you feel it all the same.

“Mind if I sit?”

You scoot over without answering, and he drops next to you, knees brushing. Close. Comfortably close.

The song changes. Something mellow, something with a heartbeat. You don’t know if it’s the music or the way he keeps stealing glances at you, but everything starts to blur a little around the edges.

"You look like you’re thinking a lot,” he murmurs, his voice just for you.

“Maybe,” you say. “Or maybe I was just hoping you’d come talk to me.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, just looks at you. That look—like you’re the only one in the room. Like he’s memorizing the shape of your smile.

“That’s funny,” he says finally, “because I’ve been hoping you’d look at me like that again.”

You feel it in your chest. That flutter. That quiet kind of affection that doesn’t need big gestures or loud confessions.

And in that dim corner of a softly glowing room, surrounded by songs about other people’s love stories, yours quietly begins.

Matt doesn’t say much for a while. He doesn’t need to.

There’s something in the way he sits beside you—body angled just slightly toward yours, hands tucked into his sleeves, like he’s trying to stay grounded. You glance over at him, and he’s already looking. Again.

And then a new song starts.

Something older. Dreamy. Soft enough that the crowd in the center of the room begins to sway instinctively.

Your eyes flick toward the little makeshift dance floor, then back at him. He catches the glance.

“You wanna dance?” he asks, voice barely louder than the music, like he’s afraid you’ll say no.

You hesitate, just for a second. Then: “Yeah.”

He stands and reaches out his hand, and you take it before your nerves can catch up with your heart.

The music wraps around you both like a warm blanket. He places one hand gently on your waist, the other holding yours, and pulls you close—but not too close. Just enough to feel the space between you crackle a little.

You sway. Slow, like you’re moving through water. You rest your head lightly against his shoulder, and for a second, neither of you speak.

Then he says it—soft and uncertain:

“I didn’t think you’d be here tonight.”

You smile against his chest. “I almost didn’t come.”

“I’m glad you did,” he says, like it’s a secret.

You pull back slightly to look at him, your fingers tightening gently around his. “You really mean that?”

Matt nods, eyes not leaving yours. “Yeah. I mean… every time I see you, it’s like the rest of the night just blurs out. You make everything feel—” he trails off, searching, “—real.”

Your heart stumbles in your chest. “That’s funny,” you whisper, echoing his words from earlier, “because I was just thinking the same thing.”

He lets out this soft, quiet laugh—the kind that comes when you finally feel brave enough to be honest.

The song starts to fade, the notes stretching into silence.

And he doesn’t wait.

Matt leans in, slow and careful, giving you every second to pull away—but you don’t.

Your eyes flutter closed, and your lips meet in the softest, most electric kind of kiss—the kind that isn’t rushed or planned, just meant.

It’s tender. Warm. Just a little unsure. And yet, it feels like everything clicks in that moment—like all the lingering looks, the almosts, the half-smiles—were always leading here.

When you finally pull apart, your forehead rests against his.

You both smile. No words needed.

Because sometimes, the look of love says it all.

a/n: i don’t really like this, but i wanna be more active… also is it just me, or does matt lowk give off stefan salvatore vibes?

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[chris-bandicoot]

SOMEONE PLEASSSEEEE HELP ME FIND THIS FANFIC OR I WILL LITERALLY FREAKING GO INSANE…. IT WAS SO GOOD I LITERALLY CRIED AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE I READ IT AND ITS BEEN LIKE A LITTLE OVER A MONTH. IT HAD THE WHOLE IN ANOTHER LIFE CONCEPT AND IT WAS AN ANGST FANFIC ABOUT CHRIS STURNIOLO. AT THE BEGINNING, IT HAD LIKE A LITTLE MEMORY WHERE CHRIS CALLED THE READER MOTH OR SOMETHING AND THEN AT THE END OF THEIR PHONE CALL IN CURRENT DAY, HE CALLED HER MOTH. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT OR I WILL LOSE MY MIND, IVE BEEN TRYING TO SEARCH FOR IT BUT I CANT FIND IT 😭😭😭

[chris-bandicoot]

the hamzah fic is too cute i got butterflies 😋 patiently waiting for you to write more of him 🩷

AHHHH!!!!! TYSMMMMM <33333 IM LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET RN

[chris-bandicoot]

SMOKE SESH | H.A

wc: 1k

warnings: smoking, talking stage, not proofread, ive never smoked before so dont come at me for how unaccurate this is 😭, BE CAREFUL WHEN SMOKING!!!! and i think thats all…

the lighter flicks, a soft click slicing through the low hum of music playing from hamzah’s speaker. something mellow and almost dreamy.

you’re curled up on his couch, hoodie sleeves bunched around your hands, legs tucked under you. it’s late—like, time-doesn’t-exist-anymore late—and the whole apartment smells like weed and candle wax.

hamzah takes a hit first, the glow of the joint lighting his face for a second. he leans back, exhales slow.

“hey,” he says, passing it to you, “you ever think about how weird it is that, like… trees are just breathing with us?”

you laugh as you take it from him, fingers brushing. warm. familiar.

“you’re high already.”

“nah,” he grins, dimples showing. “i’m just enlightened.”

you take a hit, holding it in your lungs a second longer than usual before exhaling toward the ceiling. everything feels a little lighter. quieter. like the world’s in slow motion.

“you always get philosophical when you’re faded,” you say, giving him a side-eye.

“nah, you’re just boring when you’re sober,” he shoots back, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips that gives him away.

you throw a pillow at him. he catches it midair, laughing. it’s that full, warm laugh—the one that makes your chest feel too small.

“okay, okay,” he says, hands up in surrender. “real question, though—if we weren’t doing this right now, what would you be doing?”

you think about it. stare at the smoke curling in the air like it’s trying to spell something out.

“probably… laying in my bed, wishing i was here.”

hamzah goes quiet. not awkward quiet, just… thoughtful.

“good,” he says, eyes flicking to yours. “’cause i like when you’re here.”

you look away, smiling into your hoodie sleeve, feeling that little buzz—not from the weed, but from him.

and when he passes the joint back to you, fingers brushing again, slower this time… you let them linger.

the joint’s burning low now, just a glowing ember between your fingers. you take another hit, this time slower, the smoke curling smooth around your lips.

hamzah watches you.

not in a weird way—just… like he’s memorizing something. your side profile in the low light, the way your eyes squint when you laugh, how your fingers tap a rhythm on the couch cushion when you’re high and trying not to overthink.

“you’re doing it again,” you murmur, not looking at him.

“doing what?”

“staring.”

he grins but doesn’t look away. “can you blame me?”

your chest tightens, just a bit.

you look over, meeting his gaze this time. his eyes are darker in this light, softer somehow, but still dancing like they always are when he’s about to make some dumb joke. except… he doesn’t. not this time.

instead, he shifts closer, resting his arm behind you on the back of the couch. his knee brushes against yours and doesn’t move.

“you always smoke with people like this?” he asks, voice quieter now.

“like what?”

“like… all curled up, relaxin’, wearin’ m’hoodie, sittin’ in m’house like you own it.”

you glance down at the hoodie—definitely his, definitely smells like him—and try not to smile too obviously.

“i don’t hear you asking for it back,” you shoot.

he leans in a little, just enough that you can smell the vanilla from the candle mixing with his cologne and whatever soap he uses that makes him smell unfairly good all the time. (we all know he stinks irl and dont shower, but to keep this relaxed vibe, we going with it😭)

“that’s ��cause it looks better on you.”

your pulse stutters. the music fades into the background—just low bass and ambient noise now. the air feels thick, but not heavy. just… charged.

you shift, face turned slightly toward him, and there’s barely any space left. you could count his eyelashes from here. feel the heat off his skin.

“hamzah.”

“yeah?”

“you’re still staring.”

he laughs, low and lazy. “maybe i like what i see.”

and this time, you don’t look away. you don’t throw a pillow or roll your eyes or pretend like your heart’s not doing flips.

you just let the moment stretch, the way smoke curls into the air—slow, warm, lingering.

you shift slightly, resting your head against the back of the couch, eyes still locked with his. the air between you feels a little hazy—not just from the smoke, but from the weight of all the things neither of you are saying.

hamzah stretches his arm across the top of the couch, fingers barely brushing your shoulder like he’s testing the water.

“you good?” he asks, voice softer now. not teasing. just checking in.

you nod, letting your eyes flutter shut for a second. “yeah. actually… i haven’t felt this relaxed in a while.”

“same,” he says, like it’s a confession.

you both fall quiet again, but it’s not awkward. it’s that peaceful kind of silence where everything else fades out. the only sounds are the beat of the playlist still playing and the faint crackle from what’s left of the joint in the ashtray.

“i ever tell you you’re like… one of my favorite people?” he asks suddenly, real casual, like he’s asking if you want water.

you raise a brow. “no. you usually just call me annoying.”

he laughs. “yeah, but like… affectionately.”

you glance over, squinting at him playfully. “so when you say ‘you’re the worst,’ you actually mean ‘you’re my favorite person in the world’?”

he grins, slow and crooked. “exactly. you’re catching on.”

you giggle, but there’s warmth in your chest now, blooming slow. “well, in that case… you’re the most irritating person i’ve ever met.”

“aw,” he grins wider. “love you too.”

you roll your eyes, but the smile you’re fighting is obvious. his pinky brushes against yours again. it doesn’t feel like an accident.

“you staying over?” he asks, voice low again. casual, but there’s something laced in it—hope, maybe. comfort.

you glance at him. “you want me to?”

“duh. who else is gonna finish this leftover pizza with me at 3am and watch the top ten most scariest rollercoaster videos with me?”

you fake-think about it for a beat. “depends. i get the last slice?”

“no promises.”

“then i’m taking the hoodie as collateral.”

he chuckles, leaning his head back against the couch. “deal.”

and just like that, the moment settles again—easy. no pressure, no rush. just two people, a warm couch, some shared smoke, and feelings that hang in the air like vapor. real soft. real safe.

a/n: i hope im getting better at writing fanfics 💔

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[chris-bandicoot]

OH MYYYYY GOOOOOODDDDDDD I NEED A PT 2 IMMEDIATELY, INLOVE W THIS

Back in the day- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: In which you and Chris dated for 3 years prior to him blowing up, and broke up with you as soon as his career took off and lost complete contact with him until you guys ran into each other again 5 years later and learned he wasn’t the same person he was back in the day.

warnings: cussing, slight mentions of sex, idk what else but this ain’t smut but this is a long one so LOCK IN CHAT :)

A/N: i love stunna girl, this song straight up is real asf, if you ain’t watched baddies pls do, it’s so good!! stunna is amazing and this song is my fav stunna song!! chris may come off as an ass in this and it’s kinda the point lmao, also ignore the lower case use, i’m too lazy to fix that lmao but the italics are some of the lyrics in the song btw

Living in boston my whole life created a new definition of hell. ESPECIALLY when you’re forever known as the girl who dated Christopher Owen Sturniolo. the last girl he ever dated. he will forever haunt me and my reputation. Chris and i dated from the end of Freshman year till about a couple months after graduation, and we were perfect, i mean we talked marriage, kids, etc. truly the only man i’ve ever envisioned life when i was old and grey with, but unfortunately life had other plans for the both of us. Chris, and his triplet siblings started youtube and filming videos in the car with each other and them being themselves together the internet LOVED them. suddenly they had like 100k subscribers and was continuously growing on the platforms. i was their biggest fan, within those three years Chris’ brothers and his parents became like my own family. about a year after they blew up they signed with WME and moved to LA. chris and i made countless promises and vows to each other that no matter what it’d be us against everything, but again life had other plans. chris ended things with me the night before he moved to LA. blaming it on distance, time zones, and everything else. i was always right were he left me, in boston, at the house i grew up in, the city we drove around all the time, the same grocery store he got in trouble at multiple times for not doing his job and “flirting with the customers”, which was just me, the schools we went to, and the high school we graduated at. never left. i knew i could never be just friends with him. ever. he meant way too much to me for me to just accept the fact that we were not together. time passed and they kept growing and growing on youtube, which was amazing for him and his brothers and stuff but i’ve always felt out of place in boston, everyone knew about us and our breakup and how negatively chris spoke on having a girlfriend and how “scared” he was of having a girlfriend and his irrational fear of women. most of these bitches around here had ZERO context to those clips that always found their way to me, and made me seem like it was my fault and no one ever corrected anything about that. we weren’t toxic, we weren’t anything bad, we were US.

-FLASH BACK-

chris and i were sitting on his bed, discussing the future of us, well the future of him, not us. unfortunately for me this was the last time he’d be in boston for a while as this was his last night living here, i had tears in my eyes, still holding onto the hope of him, the hope of us, but i knew it was already over.

“i’m sorry Y/N, i really am, i just- i wanna-“ he stutters “i gotta focus on me man, life is moving faster then i can handle” he said choking on his own words.

“i understand, make that money, but don’t let it make you”

“regardless of anything, you’ll always be the biggest part of my life, and i promise i wont forget you or anything. i still hold so much love for you, always, please never forget that.” he voice breaks. i knew he didn’t want this, he knew i didn’t want this, but in some fucked up way, this truly was the end.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

being 21 years old and still living with my parents definitely wasn’t the ideal choice for me but finding a place close by to the house was the hardest thing, especially since my mom holds a very special place to me, moving out of state or something like that doesn’t seem like the right thing to me.

today was an average day for me, shopping, i love shopping, or spending money to be fair. i found myself back at the mall for like the 3rd time this month, this time i was actually here for something i desperately needed. Jayla is one of my best friends i’ve had since 2nd grade, she’s finally getting married and i need an outfit for the reception dinner. i’m not the girliest person but i do love to clean up every now and again.

i found myself in zumiez looking at their new clothes they got in, when my ear perked up to a familiar sound of laughter from a specific person, my head jerked back like an owl, and low and behold, Christopher Owen Sturniolo, walking into the same shop as i’m in. now it wasn’t abnormal for him to be back in his hometown but we had never been in the same place at the same time, till now which was weird because, chris was never an in person shopper, he loved online shopping and having shit delivered by the comfort of his own bed, but to actually see him, in person, in front of my eyes, was crazy, it’d had been at least pushing 5 years since i had seen him, he looked somewhat the same but older, it’s like i had seen a ghost, my eyes were bigger then the whole sky, and my throat clogged like i had a frog in it, my heart sped up in a panic, why was i scared? this was the same man who has seen every inch of my body, inside and out, took my virginity, was my first kiss, why was i scared?

my eyes darted around the room for somewhere i could hide behind and see if i could find an escape plan without looking like i was stealing or something but i knew i just needed to get away. i crouched down behind a display of Ed Hardy track suits but my disguise didn’t last too long.

“Y/N?” his voice. deeper then i last heard, and his once slight boston accent he held was gone.

i sighed as i stood up straight to face the face of a man who truly made me feel what emptiness and heartbreak felt like “hey” my voice shook slightly. i didn’t hate him. i couldn’t. i just can’t ever look at him the same without reminiscing about our past.

“oh my god” he smiles and comes closer to me and instantly wrapped his arms around my neck. “god it’s been ages. how the fuck are you dude?” he squeezed tightly before pulling back.

i let out a slight giggle, still trying to grasp what the fuck is happening “i’m good yeah, Jaylas getting married so just doing some browsing”

“oh my god, can you believe people our age is getting married? like i just can’t imagine how people are having kids and shit now, crazy work honestly” i laughed it off as usual. “dude i’m in boston for like the next week or two, oh my god theres so much we need to catch up on holy shit” he says while adjusting his beanie he had on.

“oh it’s crazy” i nervously laughed “it’s been a little bit yeah”

“maybe we should catch up or something? nothing too serious just causal you know?” he says with a smile on his face.

i stood there for a moment taking in his offer, i wanted to say no, but i couldn’t say no when those blue eyes i once was in love with gazing down at me with joy in them “uh yeah fuck it why not, my numbers never changed so if you still have that by any chance you can text me and stuff and maybe we can link up sometime?” i said softly playing with my bracelet on my wrist.

“what makes you think i have that?” he says giving me his signature smirk, “i’m fucking with you kid, i still have it” he chuckles softly.

“well fortunately for you, i am free this weekend but i have work till then” i say shooting him a pouty face.

“i can work with that” he smiles at me. god i’ve missed that smile.

“well i gotta go, it was nice to see you again chris, just text me” i smile back at him.

“it was amazing to see you Y/N/N, i’m looking forward to catching up with you” he smiled at me as i walked out of the store.

my jaw was still slack, my face still pale, the only thing going through my head was ‘what the fuck’ over and over again. in what universe would i randomly bump into my now famous ex boyfriend, after almost 5 years of no contact, while shopping for my best friends wedding? was this some sick joke? was i dreaming? so many questions and thoughts i had no answer to that i wish i could answer but maybe this was a good thing? maybe it wasn’t? should i hang out with him? what would happen? would i just become an old friend to him? or just his favorite hookup to come home to? was he even like that? i have no clue who that kid is anymore. but something told me that wasn’t the chris i was in love with anymore, but i was too stunned to even think about him in that way, i still somehow held onto to the same 17 year old chris i was in love with with a goofy frat boy look and a slight boston accent.

the weekend couldn’t have came slower. my work week ended, thankfully but painfully slower then an average week. chris and i decided to meet up at Hunters Kitchen, where he took me out to dinner after his shift at the grocery store one night. of course my nerves got me there faster then he did and i was too busy worrying if he was gonna stand me up i ended up drinking at least 5 glasses of water before he even showed up. he showed up on time, wearing a black beanie, camo cargo pants, and a black tee, his eye scanned the room to see if i was here and found me sitting there and shooting a soft warm smile towards me as he found his way to the table.

“early as always Y/N” he joked.

“i had to get here before all the yougins take all the good seats around here” i laughed softly looking at him through my eyelashes trying to get a good read of his vibe.

“wasn’t this the place where we went after i got off work back in high school?” he smiled looking around the room.

“you remembered?” i smiled softly.

“how could i forget?” he chuckled “not much has changed, though i do hope the pasta got better since the last time i was here, Nate and i ended up with some serious stomach aches after eating here one night” he shook his head, reminiscing about the memory he shared here.

“well why don’t you tell me how life’s been treating you? what you been up to? how’s LA?” i brought the glass of water up to my lips taking a soft drink of my water trying to not loose the conversation with him. why did i find it so hard to talk to him? we practically grew up together.

“dude” he starts, taking a deep breath, “Matt, Nick and i just got off our second tour we’ve ever done, it was amazing bro, we met so many fans, saw different parts of city’s i didn’t even know like existed, holy shit dude, i finally got my drivers license after like years of being ubered around by matt, god it’s amazing, nick still can’t drive, oh my god i got tattoo, i’ve met amazing people living in LA, and if you thought the parties we used to go to were fun? the parties i’ve been too in LA are NOTHING compared to the ones we’ve been to” he laughed softly still continuing to speak on how life’s been and i just can’t help but ponder on how life would be had we stayed together, but also how great life has been for him, his life began when we broke up and it felt like mine just slowed down. i’m 21 still living with my parents, never went to college, not that im worried about that, but his life seems like a dream, and he’s living his dreams, all the shit he used to wish and dream about came true. i was still listening to him and picking up on what he was talking about and he wasn’t the same person anymore. something had changed but i couldn’t put my finger on it.

“enough about me, how’s life treating you, Tink?” he smiles at me softly.

“Tink?” i laughed softly at the use of the nickname he gave me when we were young and i dressed up at Tinkerbell for halloween one day in 4th grade for this stupid halloween costume competition we had in school. “surprised you remembered that honestly,” i chuckled softly “well, nothing much or nothing drastic changed, still living around here, working most my days, shopping on my days off, i mean i got promoted at work last month which is good” i let out a nervous laugh as my life wasn’t as exciting as his day to day life. “Jayla’s getting married and i’ve been helping her out and stuff, just with the small stuff, but umm yeah that’s about it” i let out a small sigh.

“oh my god, hows your mom and them doing? i’ve missed them, and god i miss your moms chicken pot pie, lord that woman knows how to bust it down in that kitchen” he chuckled.

“they’re alright, i’m sure their tired of me still being there but, they ain’t too bad, just them honestly nothings changed” i shrugged my shoulders and let a soft smile appear on my lips.

“you still staying with them?” he questioned cocking his head to the side “not that i’m judging or anything like that but i’m just curious”

i took a deep breath in before answering his question “uhh yeah, not ideally where i thought i’d be at but it’s not completely awful” i nervously chuckled.

“i mean that’s cool too, your parents have always been chill like that” he shrugged. that’s something i’ve always loved about chris, he never judged me or anyone. “bro i didn’t even tell you about i went to summer smash over the summer, dude it was amazing. so im friends with skies, which is still crazy to me, having that man’s number now, i went on stage with skies AGAIN, and Sam? dude that man is phenomenal, he’s just fucking amazing, oh and i went to the lyrical lemonade head quarters with matt and it was like one big full circle moment for me bruh, seeing all these people i used to listen to or have posters of and being in the head quarters of THE lyrical lemonade, oh my god Y/N, moving to LA was the best decision i’ve ever made for myself” he smiled exhaling some air from his chest.

my life couldn’t compare to that, i mean the most exciting thing i could tell him was about job and Jayla. i didn’t have many friends, at least not anymore, like my entire reputation here is knowing Chris and his brothers. the only thing i could do was just smile and nod. i was happy for him but the questions still ponder in my mind from time to time of where the fuck would life be if he HADN’T dumped me.

“so moral of the story life’s been treating you well huh?” my tone shifted slightly unintentionally, and i could tell chris picked up on that. i wasn’t envious of him or anything, no where close, but maybe it was the twist of the knife for me knowing he’s been going places and living his life to the fullest and i’m still right here in boston, still, after all this time.

“you good? you just went from like a 10 to a 5 real quick Tink?” he smiled at me softly.

“nah nah im good just- i had a long week at work that’s all” i sighed softly.

“okay well um, you got anything special going on? you seeing anyone?” he asked awkwardly. i could tell he knew something inside me shifted, i mean for god sake he’s known me since we were young, if he was still the same man as he was, we both knew he could read me like the back of his hand.

“long story short, no and FUCK no” i answered quickly and laughed.

“no one new around here catching your eye? or like you one of those girls who is like picky on who you date?” he shot me a playful smirk while shimming his shoulders in attempt to lighten the mood.

i swallowed the lump in my throat while deciding how to answer this question. it’s either i tell him he ruined my chances with people around here or i just tell him im too busy with work i don’t have time for that. “something like that” i say giving him a nervous laugh.

“okay im officially lost” he chuckled “which one is it Y/N” he shot me that signature smirk again.

“well” i sighed “i don’t wanna say the wrong thing or anything but-“ i sighed “a couple clips of you and tiktok’s of you talking about being afraid of women, and lip syncing about your past relationship and i don’t know what else anyway, they kinda was trending around the streets of boston because my reputation and my life apparently everyone knows i was the last woman you dated and now people are deathly afraid of doing anything other then hooking up with me…” i looked down at my lap fiddling with my fingers.

“shit” he whispers to himself “Y/N, you know i didn’t mean anything like that,”

“no no i get it, i just- it’s- you didn’t know, plus i mean like i care about what other people think of me anyway… just- i- fuck- don’t even worry about what i said, truly it doesn’t bug me, at all, like i really don’t care about people’s personas of me at all, i just thought maybe considering you were the one who dumped me and we ended things very very well and wasn’t nothing toxic, going on the internet talking the way you do about relationships and women, people assume i was the one who caused us to end things and seem like i fucked you over.” i sighed softly looking up at him as his expression changed, still fiddling with my sliver ring i had on my middle finger.

“oh” he shrugged it off “man i thought it was worse then that honestly” he chuckled softly.

i raised my eyebrow slightly in slight anger but also in disbelief, i mean this was the same man who used to threaten to punch anyone who looked at me and let alone even slightly hurt my feelings he would have their head on a platter? i mean i know we weren’t together but damn i really thought i meant more then just a shrug and a laugh “that’s all?”

“what do you mean?” he replied still smiling “i mean i thought you just straight up swore off dating or something, it ain’t nothin too crazy Tink”

“chris,” i scoffed “you do realize that whatever you’ve said about women or girlfriends or anything else of the such, people AUTOMATICALLY, assume it’s ME, weather you’re referencing some hookup or whatever you wanna call it, you don’t ever clarify anything, you make a joke and laugh it off, and clips will follow me everywhere i fucking go, to the point where i went on a ‘date’ like over a YEAR after we broke up and not even joking you, the dude straight up goes ‘oh yeah you dated that triplet dude’ and then later stated ‘you must have fucked him up good for him to be talking all that shit on you’ it follows me and men avoid me like the PLAGUE, like they think i’m a monster” my mood completely changed. chris just sat there listening like it didn’t bother him. it doesn’t bother me near as much as it used to but it’s something I’VE dealt with. what bothers me the most is the lack of empathy towards me.

“it’s really not that deep Y/N, both you and i know it’s not true, im not sure why you’re all upset about this” once again chris shrugged his shoulders and laughed it off.

“first off, i’m not upset anymore about it, it’s honestly whatever, but you do realize that you have a digital footprint, like videos of you at 17 are constantly still going around to this day, right? like even if it’s deleted there’s people out there who STILL have them, but, what i’m mad about is the fact that you literally dumped me, moved away, then went on with your life in LA, never thought twice on how sometimes the shit that comes out of your mouth on camera and in tiktoks and shit doesn’t affect you but people around you right? like it affected me, chris, like back in the day i was thuggin’ with you, we was living it up, i was clubbing with you, traveling, and now im nothing to you and you’re nothing to me” i sighed out of relief, like a weight just lifted off my chest.

“Y/N, that’s not true bro, you still mean a lot to me, but obviously we didn’t work out so we’re not together, im not sure the problem here” he says slouching back in the seat.

“i was in love with you, but you just ain’t who you used to be” i sighed “i don’t regret you, but i cannot forget you, but your acting like the entirety of our breakup was bad? like you’re genuinely acting like you didn’t just breakup with me because of distance” i scoffed and rolled my eyes at him.

“i’m not 17 anymore, of course i’ve changed, and honestly it’s for the better, 17 year old chris wore his heart on his sleeve, now i protect my peace” he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders once again.

“i want the old you back” i said shaking my head with an expression of disbelief and disgust upon my face. “i can’t fuck with your kind”

“my kind? i’m not an animal Y/N” he scoffed.

“never said you were christopher, im just saying i can’t fuck with this new you, you’re practically heartless now, i mean you wanna talk so much shit on matt for being this way but you’re fucking worse then him on this whole ‘tough kid’ act or whatever you wanna call this” i could tell i obviously pressed a button on him but at this point i could care less on how he feels, he acted like ruining my reputation around here was nothing, it’s nothing to him because it doesn’t affect him, it doesn’t matter how people perceive him because it doesn’t bother him bc it’s not following him around like a disease.

“it’s not an act, i’ve just learned how to not give a fuck, and honestly maybe you should try it, because according to you, i’ve changed but you haven’t changed one bit. you were the whole reason i got into so many fights in school, because all you did was whine about what people were saying about you and how they looked at you when you were with me or how other girls looked at me. all you did was bitch and worry, bitch and worry” he rolled his eyes and slouched in the chair further.

“whatever chris, obviously this wasn’t what i had in mind, but im glad it ended up like this because now i don’t have to worry anymore about how my life would be had we stayed together because i think i would have been miserable if i stayed with you, and you turned into whatever the fuck this was.” i say grabbing my purse and reaching for a 20 dollar bill to slam on the table for all the waters i bought while we never got around to actually ordering anything besides a couple drinks.

“real classy, Y/N, walk away like always” he slightly raised his voice as i walked out of the restaurant.

it pains me that the one man i truly loved turned out to be an absolute dick. the one man who i truly let the closet to me. my first everything. in just a few short years he turned into the person him and i used to make fun of together. time changes everything but i never thought it would change the basic human morals of people, i never thought that he would change so drastically into a person who would give no fucks on how his actions have affected a person he was closest to, besides his brothers. the chris i once knew was long gone, the boy i fell in love with freshman year was gone, the goofy, caring, overprotective, chris i once knew was never coming back, and for some reason, i was okay with that, all those questions i once had, the doubts, went away and my mind was at peace with it after all the years pondering i knew i never had to worry again. at least about him, my reputation still maintained the same but eventually in divine timing things would work out for me.

A/N p2: YALLL… WHAT WE THINK……. i personally fuck with this, it took me 2 days to write this because literally this story could have ended in so many ways, i mean smut, no smut, happy ending, none happy ending, but honestly if you listen to the song you’ll understand why i chose the ending!! BUT I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AS ALWAYS!!!

Xoxo,

Gabs 💋

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