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[miloisdone1]

i need a angry make out session with matt so bad, just pouring frustration into each other, pleaseeeee mallieeee

it had been one of those days where everything went wrong — or maybe nothing went wrong, and that was the problem. you couldn’t tell anymore. the sun had barely risen before the first spat started, something about the laundry. or maybe it was the coffee. it spiraled from there. every glance felt like a challenge, every word dripped with sarcasm or was bitten off before it could become too sharp. matt’s tone had this smug edge that made your blood boil. your responses? equally cutting. it was like you both couldn’t stop poking the fire to see who would get burned first.

now you were in the car, on the way back to his place, the silence almost worse than the yelling. it was hot and sticky with tension. your arms were crossed, lips tight, staring out the window like the view would save you from your own anger.

“you literally don’t get it,” you muttered, for maybe the tenth time.

matt didn’t even look at you. “no, i get it. you just like hearing yourself talk.”

you laughed — not because it was funny, but because you were this close to losing it. “oh wow. so now i’m just a loud bitch, is that it?”

he rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. “did i say that?”

“you didn’t have to,” you snapped, voice rising with every word. “your whole fucking face says it.”

and then he snapped. “oh my god, can you shut the fuck up?!”

your jaw clenched so fast it ached. you looked at him, scoffing bitterly, eyes wide with disbelief, but you didn’t say anything else. not yet. the rest of the drive was quiet, seething. unspoken venom passed between you in silence.

you got out of the car the second it stopped in front of his place. he didn’t even look at you as he slammed the door shut behind him. the air was still thick with heat and tension as you followed him inside. the silence dragged on, louder than the yelling somehow. he flopped down on the couch, pulling out his phone like he wasn’t still steaming. like he wasn’t a complete asshole right now. you stood in the kitchen, opening cabinets harder than necessary, clattering dishes with just enough force to make sure he heard you. but of course, no reaction.

inally, you couldn’t hold it in. “i’d really appreciate some fucking help over here,” you bit out, voice coated in sarcasm and barely concealed rage.

matt looked up from his phone like you just interrupted something sacred. “seriously?”

you glared. “i’m not gonna clean after your ass. this is your mess.”

he threw his phone down on the couch with a groan, standing up and stomping into the kitchen beside you. you worked side by side, neither of you speaking, except for the occasional passive-aggressive comment. your hands moved faster than they needed to, as if scrubbing harder would erase the day. when it was finally done, your arms were crossed again, exhaustion tugging at your expression.

“i’m going to bed,” you said bluntly, not looking at him, ready to make your way to his room.

matt scoffed behind you. “you for real? gonna go to sleep all pissed n not even givin’ me a goodnight kiss?”

you turned, brows raised. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“nah, i’m not,” he said, folding his arms, stepping closer. “you’ve been on my ass all day and now you’re just gonna peace out like i didn’t have to deal with your attitude?”

you blinked. “my attitude?”

“yeah. yours,” he said, stepping even closer. “but go ahead. be petty. again.”

“fuck you,” you snapped, but the words lacked venom now, laced instead with something messier. something boiling beneath the surface. you stared at him, then huffed. “fine. here.”

you grabbed his shirt, pulled him down just enough to press your lips to his — sharp, fast, more of a dare than affection. but he didn’t let it go. his hand caught your waist as he kissed you back, harder, like he’d been waiting for the excuse. the kiss turned hot, almost aggressive, mouths clashing with unresolved fury. your teeth grazed his lip, and his fingers dug into your sides. it wasn’t sweet — it was desperate and angry and real. he growled something under his breath and yanked you down onto the couch, pressing you beneath him, hands bracing on either side of your head as his mouth never left yours. your fingers twisted in his shirt, pulling him closer.

“you pissed me the fuck off today,” he murmured against your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, further.

you gasped, breath hitching when his teeth scraped lightly against your skin.

“don’t care,” you muttered, hips shifting beneath him.

“i know,” he said, voice low, hands slipping under your shirt now. “but i love you. even when you’re pissed. especially when you’re pissed.”

you wanted to argue. god, you wanted to. knowing you were both just as bad as the other during every argument. fueling each others anger, him more than you, probably. but your body betrayed you, arching into him, hands clutching tighter. everything in you was on fire — all that anger, all that frustration, melting into something just as hot, just as dangerous.and you let it consume you. let him consume you. right there on the couch, tangled in bad blood and worse tempers, mouths crashing like storms, until all that was left was the sound of your breaths and the bruising press of his lips.

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[miloisdone1]

ME EVERYTINE I SEE A FUCK ASS ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT

like literally fuck out my face

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mwahahahaaga

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coming out of hibernating from this app for this photo the world has changed

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| nick and lucas meet . | ( frat!au ) | wc ??

the music in the house boomed through the speakers as nick mindlessly toyed with his drink. chris had dragged him to this stupid party swearing that it would be fun. nick began to stand from the stool but came to a hault once he suddenly bumped into a larger frame. "oh my god i'm so sorry-" nick frantically apologized. "don't worry 'bout it your good." the larger man replied.

as nick began to look closer he realized it was a frat boy. his first thought was bitch run but in all honesty he found the boy quite attractive. "i-um what's your name?" nick asked. "m'lucas but you can call me lucky. and if i'm not fucking stupid your nick right?" lucas said in a slightly hopeful tone. "mhm" nick hummed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "s'nice talkin' to ya' but m'gonna go head over there you good?" lucas said, not wanting nick to feel left out or unwanted there because he seemed really sweet. "yeah i'm okay m'just gonna hang over here it was nice meeting you." lucas offered a small smile and a nod as he began to walk away and head over to god knows where.

nick threw out his empty drink and turned back to see nate approaching. "sup nick!" he called out with a wide smile. "hi nate how ar-" nick was then cut off by nate clinging to him. "i missed you so much" nate mumbled against nick's shoulder as nick awkwardly patted nate's arm. "have you just been sitting here the whole night?" nate suddenly asked. "yeah, pretty much" nick sighed. "wanna come-" nate asked but was cut off by nick shaking his head. "-oh did chris drag you here?" nate said, putting the pieces together. nick nodded with a sigh as he sat back on the stool. nate couldn't help but let out a tiny giggle because he knew nick hated everything frat. "aight' well m'gonna head over there where the rest of the boys are stay safe bro." and with that, nate made his way over to where the other frat boys were playing beer pong.

before nick knew it an hour had passed and he was ready to grab chris and get far away from the party but then lucas walked back over. "hey nick, how are you holding up you look like you're having so much fun" lucas teased gently with a hint of concern in his gaze. "m'fine i guess..i don't kno how to explain it like i'm not bored because theres so much going on but-" lucas then cut him off "s'it just too much?" nick then nodded and let out a small mhm. "come with me" lucas instructed as he held out his hand. nick silently agreed and took lucas's hand in his and began to walk with him.

"d'ya have a jacket?" lucas questioned. "i-um-n-no" nick stuttered out fuck why was this frat guy making him so flustered. "here take mine s'my high school varsity jacket it makes me look like i peaked in high school but i swear i didn't" lucas said with a small laugh but before nick could even get a reply out lucas was wrapping nick in it. "comfy there kid?" lucas asked. "yup" nick confirmed with a small nod. lucas nodded not really knowing what to say next. he rubbed his thumb over nicks hand because he could sense that nick was getting nervous. "don't worry m'just taking you up to my room there's a window up there and i'm pretty sure you can see like all of boston, plus, i don't let any of the guys up here besides now you, nate, and chris so s'not gonna be loud." lucas said, hoping to ease nick's nerves.

they then reached his room. "wow, s'so cool up here" nick smiled. "i know right wanna see the view?" lucas asked as he frantically put away some dirty clothes so nick didn't think he was a slob. nick nodded as lucas walked over to the window and opened it. "here isn't it pretty?" lucas said with a proud look on his face. "it's so pretty thanks for taking me up here i really do appreciate it." nick nodded. "of course bro, anytime" lucas smiled and nick swore he saw him blush a little but he could also be a little drowsy because he so was so damn tired.

"make y'erself at home we're gonna be stuck here for a while since thos sorority girls down there drool over chris until 1 in the morning" lucas said with a tiny, but noticable, eye roll. "so-um do you go to college?" lucas said trying to get some sort of conversation going. "well-um-i'm still looking college doesn't really interest me that much." nick nodded as he fidgeted with the sleeves of lucas's oversized jacket. "that's how i felt then my dad got on my ass about it so i just picked boston" lucas smiled. "i know you probably get told this all the time but y'all are like triplet triplets like that's so crazy to me like you guys were in the womb togeher n'everything" lucas giggled as nick nodded with a smile. "mhm we are triplet triplets" nick chuckled.

"you should come to our next hockey game i swear it's more fun than it looks-maybe i'm just saying that because i play but you should go with matt he's always there" lucas smiled widely at the thought of nick going to their hockey game, lucas would never admit it but he found nick quite attractive but nobody had to know that. "after meeting you i might have to" nick said trying his hardest to not show lucas how flustered he got around him. "i-i totally get if you don't wanna but can i get your num-" lucas began but abruptly got cut off by chris yelling for nick. "yes you can have my number and shut the fuck up chris!" nick giggled as him and lucas exchanged phones.

"y'know your not as bad as i thought" nick said with a hint of affection in his eyes. "thank you? i feel like i should be offended though" lucas chuckled. "no no no not in a bad way but like when i think of frat boys i think of sweaty 4'11 boys but your like the opposite your also really welcoming" nick nodded as he watched lucas avoid eye contact. "i-um-thanks" lucas mumbled. chris then walked in, "kid, get your ass out here m'bringin' you home s'2 in the mornin' and like every girl down there just got dragged out they were shitfaced" chris said with a laugh as he recalled the moment from downstairs. "i didn't know you two met" chris said as he realized he was sitting with lucas in lucas's room in chris's defense though he was kind of tipsy. "you didn't tell me nick was cool" lucas smiled. "yeah..i guess damn you gave him your jacket n'everything" chris smirked. "y-yeah, okay well-um see you soon nick!" lucas said with an adorable wave. "mhm see you later" nick smiled.

lucas laid back on his bed on his bed with a small sigh. he could feel a crush on nick forming but he would take that to the grave. he stared at his ceiling that was covered in posters as he thought about nick. just then, his phone buzzed.

saturday, 2:23 a.m. XXX-XXX-XXX hey it's nick i had a lot of fun with you tonight i hope we can meet again soon :)

lucas smiled as he replied, agreeing with him, and then saved his contact. he had it bad for this boy and they just met.

notes - MY BABIESSSSS

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[miloisdone1]

“english is not my first language!”

BOOOOM SHAKALAKAAA YESSS GAWDDUHH

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“𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁 📸”

nick x oc!jalen

summary: nick’s camera roll dating jalen

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pov me reading my little cutesy angsty stories

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Justins a confirmed mamas sayer 💀🫡

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woah! what’s happening..🧍🏼‍♂️…🧎‍♂️

(chat he’s so fine I’m clawing at my phone)

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MATTS EYEBROW SLIT?! HELLO?????

SLUTTTT

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heavy on this

too much smut not enough angst

fanfiction writers lock in

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preach

Oh me oh my why is he so hot PLEASESSUHHH LIKE MY BODY IS HAVING PHYSICAL REACTIONS

[miloisdone1]

lives have been changed (I’m drooling)

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you’re welcome

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am I tripping or does Chris have a nose ring

[miloisdone1]

CHATTT R WE ENJOYING THE STREAM