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Ch.2| The Oracle Weaver

You stare at him in silence, waiting for the buzz of your phone. You wanted to say no right there and then. Refuse to talk to him ever again, but your mind flashed back to Emily.

Her desperation made your heart clench and you wanted to help. You wanted to make her proud.

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out of your pocket. It was Emily. Two words. Say Yes.

"I have a feeling there isn't any budging on that, is there, Elias." You sigh.

"No, this—I'm sure about." He says, smiling at you.

You purse your lips and bob your head slightly as you debate on it. You knew what you were going to say, but you decided to draw it out.

"Yes, but I keep my last name." You say.

"But, what if I want you to be Mrs. Voit?" He asks.

"It's a lot of complications and I really don't want everyone being like, "Oh, you're married to that serial killer?", so if you don't mind, I'm keeping my last name." You say.

"Hyphen?" He suggests.

"Elias." You sigh.

"Look at us, having our first argument as an almost-married-couple." He says, resting his hands on her.

"Elias, I should probably finish writing the requirements." You say.

"Yes, of course. Our third requirement, we get married. Hyphen last name. Um...I'd like to have a quick little ceremony. I know, your people will probably need to be in the audience. I want you in a dress. I want to dress up. I also want to get a ring for you." He says.

"You know, the ring isn't necessary." You mumble.

"It is. Unless you aren't trying to let people know you're married. You aren't trying to double time me, are you?" He asks, his eyes growing darker.

"No, Elias. I haven't been with anyone since high school and that's because I think relationships are complicated, require a lot of work and effort that I'm not sure I'm willing to put into." You say.

"We'll make it work. You'll see. So yes, ring is necessary." He says.

He moves his hands from yours and you finally start to write out the third requirement.

"Alrighty, wife, as of now—that's it. But, more may come. Especially if things you guys ask for ramp up." He says.

"Noted." You mumble, adding it to the list.

You go to stand, but he rests a hand on yours.

"Where are you going? We've got stuff to talk about." He says.

"I think we are good for now, Elias." You say.

"No. We aren't. I want to spend more time with you." He says.

"We have dinner tonight. And we spend time together after." You say, focusing on the notebook where you were writing.

"There's no rush to go though. We can talk for awhile." He says.

"Well...I assumed since it was a date, that I'd need to change and get ready." You say, desperately trying to get time to yourself.

"You know...pick out a red dress, it'd look lovely on you." He says.

You look up, surprised he had anything else to say. You've never had any guidance when it came to dates. You didn't even know what color would suit you. Until now.

"A brighter or darker red?" You ask.

"Darker. Silver jewelry. And leave your hair down." He says.

"Okay. Well...I'll see you later tonight, Elias." You say as you stand.

"See you tonight, doll." He says with a smile.

You grab your notebook, trying to seem like you were in no rush to go hide to catch your breath. The moment that door shut, you sprinted to the bathroom, kneeling before a stall and vomiting.

You had been apart of the team for five years now, yet you found yourself  struggling to fit in with them. You did everything to please them, feeling like they were always looking down at you.

Which you felt was because of your past.

While you didn't see to their ways in the beginning, you understand now. You've went through all the measure to be then. To follow the rules like them.

You weren't hardly invited to the outings they did together.

Emily was maybe the one who you were closest with.

Somehow...Elias Voit was seeing through her. He saw her for who she was. He understood her already. He knew things that she wasn't even sure she knew about herself and it terrified her.

"Y/N?" Emily asks, walking into the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a few minutes." You say quietly.

Your stomach twists again and before you could fight the urge, you were violently throwing up again.

"Y/N...I know this is a lot. I know we are asking a lot. But, this will be a game changer. We truly appreciate what you are doing. We won't let things get out of hand. Go on home and take some time to relax and get ready. Dinner will be at five. You guys will have an hour to eat and then four hours to talk. Ten o'clock sharp, the guards will escort him to his cell unless you give us a different order. Which if you feel like you’re getting good info, keep it going. If not, we can end it four hours on the dot." She says.

"Will do." You mumble.

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Ch.1 | The Oracle Weaver

The team sat at the round table, staring at the screen where live footage of Elias Voit was. He was sitting in the interrogation room, refusing to speak.

"Nothing is working. We need a new approach." Emily says.

"We've all took a hit at him except...Y/n." JJ says.

"True. The one person he didn't have in the shipping container of his evidence on us." Rossi says.

"That's because he's memorized it all. He's fascinated by her." Emily says.

You were downstairs, staring at Voit through the glass. You had got tired of hearing the team go in circles. You knew exactly what they were going to suggest. There was no way around it.

You've fought to avoid it this far, but now—you've got no choice. You open the door, pausing before stepping inside. He looks up from where he had his head dropped, looking at the table. He grins when he sees you.

"Good evening, Mr. Voit. I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N. I don't believe we've got the pleasure to meet yet." She says.

"The Oracle Weaver." He breathes.

"Oh no," you laugh shaking your head as you take a seat across from him, "you are lucky that I'm not the Oracle Weaver and I've retired from my previous work. I would've had so much fun with you, you twisted fuck."

His smile flickers to something dark momentarily before he smiles through it. Your lips curve up into a slow smile.

"You are just a whole ball of delight, but I know about you." He says.

"Oh yeah? What do you know?" He asks.

"You joined the NAVY at eighteen, escaping an abusive father and druggie mother. By twenty one, you showed great skill in combat and had the highest level of success, so you were given a chance to become a NAVY Seal. You did a bunch of great work, but you got injured. You took one for one of your brothers. Put you out and then, you found something better to do with your time. Oracle Weaver. You started creating your own cases, slowly torturing your victims who were serial killers and carefully stringing them up with all the evidence creating such elaborate scenes. Then, the FBI wanted you. So, you promised to never kill as the Oracle Weaver again in exchange for your position now. You and I are the same." He says.

"Most of that is correct. Except, you and I aren't the same. I don't enjoy killing like you do, Elias. I killed to bring justice to the family and victims who were murdered. I picked their fate to be slow, torturous, painful...each one varying depending on their crimes. I don't enjoy it. I lost a piece every time, but to see how relieved the people felt when those monsters turned up dead, was what kept me going. The peace these families felt was worth it. The victims justice was what helped me sleep at night. Their souls being able to rest at once was all that mattered." She says.

"Oh, what a hero." He says, resting his face on his cuffed hands.

"And you are the very monster I would've loved the most, but I'd also love to see you locked up and rot behind bars." You say.

"Sounds romantic, will you visit me?" He asks.

"In your dreams." You say, looking at him with a serious expression.

"In my dreams, I've imagined a million ways we'd see each other." He admits.

"What's different about me? Why are you talking to me, but no one else?" You ask.

"Surely you feel it?" He says.

"Feel what?" You ask confused.

"The connection! You walked in here and it was like time stopped. The air was buzzing, I just feel so drawn towards you. How could I not be though? Any man would be a fool not to be attracted to you. But, it's deeper than attraction. You are beautiful, yes, but you are so smart, brave, and fearless. I admire your drive. Your ethic and your dedication." He says.

You are quiet, looking at him as you gaged his reaction. You hoped that he was just speaking out of his ass. But, he was dead serious.

"I'm hoping you can help me, Elias." You say, deciding a change of the subject was necessary.

"I can, but I'll definitely have some requirements if I'm helping. Your going to ask the same thing those other agents asked because they knew I'd talk to you." He says.

"I'm asking the questions because it's my job as a federal agent to put you behind bars." You say.

"What if the Oracle Weaver came out of retirement and then I helped you track down all the serial killers on the network? Their death in exchange for a new name and maybe a lighter sentence." He suggests.

"Absolutely not. She's retired for a reason. And why help you take down your network that way when you created that network?" She asks.

"I created a network for communications. I didn't know a bunch of serial killers were using it." He says.

You take a deep breath before opening your notebook to a new page. You nearly scrawl the date on the page along with: 1st meeting with Elias Voit.

"Ohh, does that mean we'll meet more? I sure hope so." He says.

"I need answers, Elias. Real, honest, reliable answers to help us. Can you do that?" You ask.

"I can, but there's a price." He says, feigning discomfort.

"Oh, what might that price be?" You ask.

"One, any information I give to you today means we get a date later tonight. Along with that date I want four hours alone with you in a private setting, no cuffs, just you and me so we can bond." He says.

"Two hours." You counter.

"Five?" He suggests.

"Three." You say.

"Six? Plus brunch the following day?" He suggests.

"Four it is." You sigh.

"Plus brunch the following day. I love the sound of brunch with you." He says.

"Elias. A date along with four hours alone with me in exchange for information on the questions I ask you today." You say, fighting to keep calm.

"Plus brunch. Or no deal." He says with a smirk.

"Plus brunch." You sigh, writing down his requirements.

"With four more hours of downtime together. Since you're being so stubborn." He says.

"Elias." You warn.

"I love the way you say my name, doll." He says.

"No, no nicknames." You say seriously.

"You guys call me Sicarius, so I want to call you doll. Anyhow, requirements. We also have brunch and four hours alone tomorrow too. Write that down." He says.

You glare at him before looking down and adding the last of that requirement along with dates and times.

"Alright. Date with four hours tonight and brunch with four hours tomorrow. That will be in exchange for some information on Gold Star." She says.

"Yes. Of course." He says.

"Then...I need you to tell me how I can track down the rest of this network." You says.

"I actually have a requirement for that too." He says.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not playing fucking games, Elias! There are innocent people out there! Among those innocent people, your ex-wife and children are going to have targets on their back. They are angry with you. For leaving them in the dark. Getting caught like a pathetic piece of shit." You snap, and his face goes cold.

"She left. I tried to protect them! They left! I want nothing to do with them. I just want you, doll. I don't care if you think I'm pathetic or a piece of shit. You'll realize sooner or later exactly what I'm talking about. The requirement." He says.

"What's the goddamn requirement?" You snap coldly.

"Two, visit me everyday for a minimum of an hour. That's all I want. Conversation with the one person I want. Three, I want a deal and I need you to speak with the Director about getting that for me." He says.

"The first part I can do, that second part is complicated Elias." You sigh.

"Let me think on three for a few minutes then. Do you mind if I have a moment?" He asks.

"Not at all. Would you like me to get you a water while I'm out there?" You ask, standing.

"Actually, that'd be great. Thank you, doll." He says.

You grab your items, walking to the door, ignoring his whistle. You open the door and walk out before walking to the round table.

"You've got to take number three. You're right, we can't really talk to the Director. He's on our ass enough." Emily says.

"We don't even know what's going to come out of his mouth, Emily." You say.

"I know, just...keep your phone on you and I'll let you know if we agree or not. He's not just infatuated with you, but obsessed. We need to take advantage of that." She says.

"I understand, but at what cost?" You ask.

"All of them. We have a network of serial killers. A national security threat—Gold Star. And we have Sicarius in our hold. Your hold, so please...I don't ask for a lot and I know this is a lot, but please." She pleads.

"Fine." You mutter.

"Here's that water you offered him. Would you like to go share a glass of whiskey or something before you go back in there?" Rossi offers.

"No, I want to be on my toes around him." You say, taking the water from Rossi.

You turn, walking back to the interrogation room. He looks up and smiles at you.

"Here's your water." You say, handing him the paper cup.

He reaches out, taking it, but being sure to touch your hand in the process. You take a seat across from him, sitting your notebook out as you look back at him.

"Did you think of your third requirement?" You ask.

"I did." He says after a moment of taking a long drink of water.

"Alright, what is it?" You ask.

"You become my wife." He says with a grin.

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The Oracle Weaver Series

New Series Alert

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

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Elias Voit

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Derek Morgan

And more coming soon…

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★New Series Alert★

Series: The Oracle Weaver

Elias Voit X Reader

While you now were an FBI agent, there were darker times where you were known as The Oracle Weaver. While the FBI helped bury that when you made the deal to become an agent, someone didn’t forget. Elias Voit. Once he’s in custody, he refuses to speak to anyone—but you. A dangerous line. Denial. Guilt. Alls Elias feels is obsession. Possession. His. You were his. While you try to deny his pull at every angle, will you be able to escape him or will you become his greatest muse?

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I know of been gone for awhile and I’ve got news for you guys! While my interests have temporarily shifted to Criminal Minds, specifically Elias Voit, Spencer Reid, & Aaron Hotchner, I have a dark, twisted series in the works for Tumblr eyes only!

I’ll go back to the Harry Potter and Sturniolo Triplets, I always loop back—they are my comfort people, but I’m on my current comfort people 😂 so I’ll be posting soon—and I can’t wait to share this series!

It’ll be spicy, dark and super twisted! Definitely for 18+ for sure!

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pst hi! I saw signs of life🫣 just wanted to drop by and say I missed ya🫶🏽

Hey girl! 🫶🏻 I got caught up with the college exams and whatnot 😭 but I am so, so glad to be back! I missed you too, and I still love your writing so, so much! 🖤

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Guys, I need criminal minds fanfics asap 😭 I’ve been trying to look for some where it’s the reader being apart of the team, but then some where it’s with specific characters—I love them all, but please drop some recs!

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Lorenzo Berkshire X Fem!Reader ???

Could you do a oneshot of the reader and Enzo being close friends? Basically they both secretly harbor feelings, but they don’t know how to tell each other. Reader starts to have spicy dreams about Enzo and get shy and flustered to be around him so she avoids him. Her bestie is Pansy. Basically, Pansy asks why reader has been so weird. Maybe a smutty ending between Enzo and Reader?

If Only | L.B

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x Fem Slytherin Reader

WC: 5.9k+

Warnings/Notes: mild language, p in v, smut, fluff, angst…

Summary: Suddenly, you’re developing feelings for your best friend and you’re unsure what to do…

Authors Note: I suck at writing smut lmao I tried my best for the request and hope whoever requested this is happy! I’m soooooo sorry it took me so long to get to the request. While reading the request, it kind of sounded like something I read, but not completely you know, but it sounded familiar, so after going through my reading archives—I found the fic that it reminded me of. If you haven’t read it already, it’s called “Agora Hills” by @theostrophywife , so please go check out her piece! And her other work! It’s amazing! She is a super, super, super talented author!🤍

If someone were to ask you who your best friend was, you'd answer right away and tell them, "Lorenzo Berkshire."

There was no need for anyone to ask the question of course as it was pretty obvious. You two were always together. In fact, you guys were seen so often together that some began to question if you two were just friends. You were quick to deny the speculations and to shut any rumors down, but it didn't always help.

It didn't help that your own friend group also questioned your guys' relationship. You'd remind them it's "platonic" and it's just a "friendship" and not a "relationship". You begun to think that they enjoyed how flustered it made both you and Enzo.

Of course they choose to tease their two most empathetic, shy, and naive friends.

Out of your friend group, it was you who was the most empathetic. Sometimes your friends wondered how you got sorted into Slytherin. You were shy and always were timidly in the background. You weren't super confident in yourself mentally or physically. You were naive to the crudeness and cruelty ongoing around you. You were definitely the innocent one, a trait that your friends admired about you even though they sometimes secretly think your Hufflepuff or something.

You loved to tie a ribbon bow in your hair if that said anything. You use to do a pink ribbon, but everyone teased you for it, so you switched to an emerald green ribbon.

However, it was your friends who scared everyone away who teased you about your love for your bows. They loved your innocence, your naivety, your shyness, and your cuteness. You were like a female version of Enzo in their eyes, but a lot less exposed to the world compared to him. He hung out with the boys a lot because of Quidditch, so it was obvious he had not the most innocent mind.

Enzo and you have known each other since before Hogwarts. After all, your mothers were childhood best friends themselves and this wished the same for their future children. Your mothers were amazed when they ended up pregnant a few months apart. Enzo was older than you by four months, but you both were attached by the hip the moment you both met.

Your mothers believe the two of you are destined or something like that. They said they saw it the day they put their two babies in a room together. They claimed the sun brightened and that childish giggles were all they could hear as the two of your begun to play. Enzo and you always roll your eyes and smile, believing the two women were over exaggerating the day you two were introduced.

"Pans...could we talk about something?" You murmur.

The boys were practicing for their next Quidditch game on Friday against Ravenclaw. It was just Pansy, Astoria and you in the Common Room, but Astoria had fallen asleep while studying. Pansy was reading through her essay and you were trying to read your latest romance novel, but you couldn't quite focus.

"Yeah, of course! What's up?" She asks, looking up at you with a soft smile.

Her black hair was in its normal perfect bob, her green eyes sparkling in the soft glow from the fireplace. She was pale and had sharp features, light freckles dusting across her nose and cheeks. You were always envious of how perfect she looked.

You glanced around the Common Room, realizing it was just you three in the room which was rather strange, but you were thankful in the moment.

"I...I like someone, but I don't think I can like him." You admit softly, so softly she would have had missed it if she weren't accustomed to your soft tone.

"And why is that, honey?" She asks softly, sitting up as she angled herself more towards you.

"He's my friend. I doubt he likes me that way. Even if he did like me that way...I don't know if I could be with him. I'd be worried about losing him if things went array." You admit quietly, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

"Hun, is this about Enz?" She asks softly, placing a hand over your fidgeting ones.

You look up from your hands, your cheeks flushing red as you meet her soft eyes and her soft smile. You nod slowly, your hair falling in your face, and you suddenly were thankful for the shield to protect you.

"What would you like to do? Would you like to find out where he stands?" She asks.

"I dunno...maybe...maybe I should wait. Maybe it'll go away." You mumble embarrassed.

"Okay, hun...why don't you talk to me after you wait and you're one hundred percent certain how you feel and I'll help you figure it out? How's that sound? It'll give you time to think about it and maybe I can sniff out some information for our next conversation." She says.

"Okay...thanks, Pans. You're the best." You murmur, hugging her.

She smiles, hugging you back as she waits until you pull away. You had always wondered about why she waited to pull away from a hug. You learned that she wanted to wait until the other person was ready to let go because maybe they really needed a hug. You loved that about Pansy and it made her hugs all the more special. 

You both abruptly pull apart when the guys walk in as they talk and yell obnoxiously loud. Astoria had jumped and fallen off the armchair she was curled up on. You and Pansy softly giggle before helping her up and sort her notes back out.

"Our girls! How are you three?" Theodore asks, the group of tall men surrounding you girls.

"I'm tired." Astoria grumbles, curling back up in the armchair, looping an arm around your waist.

You smile softly as her, continuing to play with her hair as she snuggled closer to you.

"We are alright. You boys should go get showered before dinner." Pansy says, a smile on her lips.

"Don't you want a hug, baby?" Blaise pouts.

"Not with how sweaty you are. I'm sure your Quidditch husband would love a hug right now though." She says, rolling her eyes playfully.

You giggle, shaking your head. Blaise and Pansy were such an adorable couple who bantered playfully.

"Girl, you can't pull that on me when you got your school wife." Blaise snorts.

"True. I did get pretty lucky with this fine piece of woman." Pansy says, winking at you as she kisses your cheek.

You flush red at her words, looking down at your lap as you smile shyly. Your hair served as a barrier against the boys' eyes who of course were teasing you about your reaction to Pansy.

You glance up at Enzo to see him staring at your knees with furrowed brows. Your cheeks flush red as you had fallen up the stairs earlier today and had nearly dragged Pansy down. You had some nasty bruises on your knees now.

"Stori, we should go get ready for dinner." You murmur.

"Noooooo." She grumbles, holding you tighter.

"Yesssss, I'm hungry and I'm teetering towards being hangry." You whine.

"And a hangry her is never good." Pansy snorts.

"Hey!" You exclaim with a pout.

"She isn't wrong, love. You are a tad bit scary when you're hangry." Lorenzo says, offering you one of his famous crooked smile.

"Meanie, your suppose to stand up for me." You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as your pout.

Pansy snorts, rolling her eyes as she watches Enzo's cheeks flush red and he diverts his eyes to the carpet. Theodore clears his throat, catching Pansy's attention and he polity motions to your chest. Pansy snorts, loving how Theodore was always such a gentleman and it explained Enzo's reaction.

"Hun, you've got a few buttons undone and you're pushing your boobs up. I can see your bra too." Pansy whispers.

You flush red and immediately button up the buttons that came undone, struggling as the blouse was a tad bit tight, but you managed.

"Alright! We'll shower and head to dinner. Wait for us?" Theodore asks.

"Yep. Oh! I remembered what I was gonna ask this morning! I need one of your guys' extra jerseys for Friday. I may of forgotten your guys' custom made one for me at my house over break." You admit shyly.

"You can have mine, love." Enzo says softly and you smile thankfully.

"You're the best, Enz! I'd give you a hug, but you are a little sweaty." You say softly.

"She means a lot sweaty, but she's just being nice." Pansy says, her nose crinkling as she looks at the sweaty boys.

The boys all look at each other before grinning and tackling you girls into a hug as you girls squeal and beg for it to stop. You were being held against Enzo's sweaty chest and you look up with a pout as your nose crinkles slightly.

"That's not really nice, now we are all gonna have to shower." You grumble, your hands resting on his chest.

"Oh? What was that? You want more hugs?" He asks, the three of you girls getting passed between the guys once more before you ended up in his arms again.

"Uhhhh, you guys are such jerks." Astoria grumbles sleepily from her boyfriend's hold.

"She isn't wrong." Pansy huffs, shoving Theodore and Blaise away.

"Come on Y/n/n, let's go shower real quick." Astoria mumbles sleepily, holding a hand out to you.

You take her hand, looking at Pansy who takes your other outstretched hand.

"Together?" Theodore asks, his cheeks flushed red as the guys gape at you three.

"Oh yeah, we are gonna just lather each other up with soap and wash each other hairs." Pansy says sarcastically, winking at them as she smirks.

"We technically have showered all at once on a few occasions. I mean we are best friends and we've seen it all before." Astoria says with a shrug.

"And if we are going to get to dinner on time, I guess we'll have no choice." Pansy says, sighing with fake disappointment.

"Uh, can I watch?" Theodore asks before getting smacked by the other guys.

"Uh, girlfriend?" Blaise says in a duh tone.

"We are husbands, we can share a wife." He says.

"My girlfriend." Draco says in a duh tone.

"And no one can see Y/n/n." Mattheo says, his eyes flickering to Enzo.

You start to lead the girls out of the Common Room, heading towards your guys' shared dorm—even though it was just you a majority of the time in here.

"Alright, we have to study hard tonight guys. You boys have a Quidditch game tomorrow and if you don't pass your tests tomorrow, you'll be benched." Pansy says, walking in front of the boys who sat in a line.

You couldn't help, but giggle as Pansy was practically a General of sorts for these boys. She looks at you sharply and raises one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

"You got something to say over there, pipsqueak? I believe if you fail the tests you get a week of detention." She says and you groan, sinking down into a seat next to Blaise.

"Ha!" Astoria says, pointing at you.

"If you fail, you'll be in detention for two weeks and excluded from any extra curricular as well." Pansy scolds.

Astoria sighs and sits down, the group zoning out as Pansy rants before leading them to the library where they take up four tables, the four most needed subjects to be studied for. You were sat next to Enzo who was entirely focused on his studies.

You studied for an hour and still have an hour and a half before dinner which was when this study session was going to be ended. You decide to rest your eyes for a moment, completely unaware of what could have gone wrong.

"Enzo? What are you doing in here?" You ask softly.

His hair was tousled, almost as if he had run his hand through it. His eyes weren't their normal soft and welcoming brown. There was a darkness to them, an edge to them you haven't seen in those eyes before.

"I can't stand it when you're so kind to those fools, love. Can't you see that they just want your attention because they think you're pretty? They don't actually need your help." He says.

His voice sounded an octave deeper as he takes slow deliberate steps towards you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"They just needed help, Enz. Why is it bothering you?" You ask softly, putting a hand on his arm.

"Because I see the way they look at you. They look at you the way I look at you. They want you, love. They want you like I want you." He murmurs, his eyes slowly looking over your face.

Your lips part in surprise as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. He leans down, kissing you hard. You kiss back softly, surprised by how soft his lips were despite the bruising force. His hands find your hips, slowly trailing down to the backs of your thighs. With a barely audible whisper of the word "jump", you do as your told, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His lips were on yours once more, climbing on the bed, slowly crawling up it before lying you down in the middle. He kisses down your jawline, unbuttoning your blouse with skilled fingers. He lifts you slightly, letting you shrug off the blouse as he reaches a hand behind you and undoes the clasp of your bra with two fingers.

"Enz." You whisper softly as he kisses down your neck.

Your fingers begin to undo the buttons to his button up, the two of you slowly working out of clothes. His pillow soft lips find yours once more and you tangle your fingers in his brown locks, holding him closer.

His lets a hand travel down between you both, groaning as he gathers your wetness on his fingers. You whimper, letting him toy with yours folds before pushing yourself in his hand as he pushes a finger inside of you.

"Enzo." You whimper, arching up to be closer to him.

"You're so pretty, baby." He murmurs, leaving marks behind on your neck.

You mind felt foggy, feeling as if you were in a state of shock because this was finally happening. This means he wants you too, right? He's had feelings all along?

"You gonna take my cock like a good girl, baby?" He murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as you looked up at him with your innocent eyes.

"Mhm, I will Enz." You whimper, squirming beneath him.

"You're my good girl, baby. My good and pretty girl." He murmurs as he slowly pushes his cock into you.

You whimper, your nails digging into his skin as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate him. His swollen lips find yours, swallowing your whimpers and soft moans.

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed as he rests his forehead against yours, letting you adjust.

"Oh Enz, you feel so good." You whimper, squirming once more.

He moves, leaving soft kisses on your neck as he starts to move his hips at a slow pace before he slowly picks up the pace. You moans grow louder and closer together as a coil of heat winds in your stomach.

"Such a pretty girl. Taking my cock so good. Mmm, you're such a good girl, baby. You're my good girl." He whispers.

"Your good girl, Enz, only yours." You whimpers

"That's right baby, only mine." He murmurs.

"I'm close, Enz." You whimper, your nails leaving behind bloody crescents in his arms.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me like the good girl you are." He murmurs.

"Enzo!" You cry out, coming around him.

He whimpers softly, feeling you squeeze around him. You whimper, feeling his warm seed coat your walls.

"Such a good girl, baby." He whispers into your hair.

"Need you, Enz." You whimper, your lips brushing against his cheek.

You jump awake, looking around slowly as your face flushed red. You realized everyone was still studying and you clench your thighs, feeling your soaked panties. You couldn't believe you just had a dream about your best friend—-right next to him.

"How was your nap, love? I promise I won't tell Pans. You needed it." He says, smiling softly at you.

"Uh, good. I...I'm going to go ahead and go a little early." You mumble.

"Oh? You okay? I can go with you." He says.

"No, that's okay. I-I just need some fresh air." You say.

"Oh...okay, see you later then?" He asks, smiling at you.

"Yeah, later." You whisper, grabbing your stuff and quickly leaving as you ignore Pansy's calls back.

"Here's Enzo's jersey. He said he tried to wait up for you, but you were taking too long." Pansy says, tossing it to you.

You chew at your lip nervously before you throw on the jersey. It was one from last year.

"I-uh-I dunno if I'm going to the game." You murmur.

"What!? This is the big game. At least one of the two. It's against Gryffindor!" She snaps.

"Easy." Astoria scolds.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." You mumble, scurrying away as she sighs and calls for you.

You hole yourself up in the bathroom until it's literally minutes until you had to leave. You slide the jersey back on, putting your hair in a ponytail with a green and silver ribbon. You slide your skirt on, tugging at it before rolling your eyes.

It was Astoria’s turn to do laundry this week which probably meant she forgot and did some spell which shrunk your guys' clothes—again. You slide your shoes on before you make your way to the field alone.  You couldn't quite get to the girls because the stands were so packed, so you stood a few rows up. You huff as you feel someone keep tugging on your ponytail.

You ignore it and focus on the game that began. They were currently matching up and you saw Enzo looking at the stands. You smile awkwardly when he spots you and he waves so you do the same before you see his frown as he focuses on the person behind you who was still tugging on your ponytail. You huff and pull it away again, turning around to glare at them.

"Please stop it. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I was pulling on your hair." You scold softly.

"Awww, she can't even stand her own ground. So soft spoken and she says please. God, you are a disgrace to the Slytherin house." He cackles.

He was a year above you and you frown at him, your eyes watering and you turn around, looking down as you cross your arms over your chest.

You ignore the tugging on your ponytail and try to focus on the game, Gryffindor was winning because Enzo kept missing hits as he was watching the stands. Your ribbon is pulled free and your hair was whipping everywhere because the wind. You turn around and try to snatch your ribbon back, but he holds it above your head.

"Give it back you jerk!" You exclaim, trying to grab it.

"God, you are pathetic. Who wears ribbons in their hair? You act like a child all the time and hide around those jerks who think they run the Slytherin house." He laughs.

He elbows you when you managed to get a hold on it. This was your favorite ribbon. It was from Enzo a few years back. You stumble and fall down. One of the first year girls help you up, offering you a sad smile.

"And Berkshire is heading for the stands along with the Riddle twins. It seems that...Anderson is picking on Y/l/n." Neville announces.

"Give it back to her, Anderson." Enzo says.

"And leave her alone or we'll punch your face in." Mattheo warns.

"Pathetic." Anderson hisses at you, giving you the ribbon.

"What did he say, love?" Enzo asks.

You shake your head, looking away.

"Arms up." Mattheo says.

Your eyebrows furrow, but you do as he says. Both he and Tom grab a hand and lift you slightly where you feet were a few inches off the ground, to the front row with Pansy and Astoria to ensure Anderson won't bother you again. Pansy takes your ribbon and gently gathers your hair into a ponytail before tying it. Enzo was a lot more focused on the second half of the game and somehow Slytherin managed to win.

You knew there was an elaborate party planned. You were feeling a bit insecure about you place with your friends after Anderson, so you branched off from the girls who were waiting for their boyfriends. You reach your dorm, curling into a ball on your bed and falling asleep.

You were sitting in the Common Room with the girls again. It was a little over a week since the big win against Gryffindor. The boys were practicing for their next match even though it was Saturday.

You had managed to avoid Enzo since the game against Gryffindor and somehow managed the same at yesterday's game. You managed to find an excuse as to why you couldn't do movie night last week. You tried to find a way to distance yourselves from the girls, the thing Anderson said really bothered you, but Pansy wasn't having it.

"What's going on with you? You've been acting strange." She notes, closing her book.

Astoria looks up from her notes and focuses on the conversation. You frown, playing with the hem of your skirt and sigh.

"Am I...childish?" You ask.

"What? No! Why would you think that?" She asks.

"Anderson said something about me being childish and that I hide around your guys." You mumble.

"Anderson is an asshole. You aren't childish. We love you the way you are and you don't hide around us. You are equally as apart of our group. No one hides." She says, smiling at you.

"Okay." You murmur, smiling slightly.

"Now, what's going on with you and Enz? You've been avoiding him." She says.

"Nothings going on. I haven't been avoiding him." You say quickly.

"You have. He's been real upset about it. He thinks he did something wrong. You canceled on movie night with him last week and you owled him to tell him you didn't think you'd be able to do it tonight. You've got nothing to do and we know that, so what's up?" Astoria asks.

"I...I realized that after these past few weeks that those feelings I've grown to develop for Enz haven't gone anyway. They are getting stronger. I...have you guys ever had a dream about one of the guys?" You ask.

"No, I can't say I have." Astoria says.

"I have. I used to have dreams about Blaise and I before we got together." Pansy says with a grin.

"I've had a dream about all three of you." Mattheo says.

"Same." Theodore says, the pair walking in together

"Where's the others?" Astoria asks.

"Showering. Don't worry." Theodore says.

"Wait...you had a dream about Enz, didn't you?" Astoria asks in shock as she looks back at you.

You nod, your cheeks flushing red as you use your hair as a shield to hide from the four sets of shocked eyes.

"Enz has been torn up this past week. He thinks you hate him or something." Mattheo says.

"Turns out you fancy him! Wait until he hears this." Theodore laughs.

"Tone it done, boys. No one is saying anything. This is her business. Honey, I think it's time you talk with Enz. You're hurting not only him, but yourself by keeping this distance between you guys. It's obvious your feelings for him are growing. It's time you talk about it. Maybe he feels the same." Pansy says softly.

"No. It's fine. Maybe if I ignore it long enough it'll go away. I don't wanna lose him because he doesn't feel the same, Pans. I can't tell him." You say, shaking your head as you pull your knees to your chest.

"Honey, you need to say something." She says softly.

"No. It's fine. It'll be fine. I've been avoiding him, yes, but I'll put an end to that today. I...I should go get snacks for the movie night. Maybe make two pallets...no, he'll still think he's done something wrong if we aren't cuddling like normal." You mumble, thinking more to yourself than talking to your friends who felt bad for you.

"Practice was great!" Enzo exclaims, walking in with his hair dripping wet.

You were completely oblivious as you mumbled to yourself about different snacks and film titles, but then since you have to go out and get the snacks, you started to make a list in your head of some other things you needed.

"Is she okay?" Enzo asks quietly as he looks over you.

"I believe she's just making a list of items she's gonna grab when she heads into town real quick. See, snacks, clothes because Astoria shrunk ours again—wait! Astoria! You shrunk our clothes again!" Pansy exclaims.

"I didn't mean to!" She exclaims.

You get up, heading to your dorm, unaware that Enzo was following you. You sit at your desk and start to make a list.

"Love, can we talk?" He asks.

"Argh!" You exclaim, you hand knocking the ink pot over.

You mumble curses as you hurry to clean it up before turning to Enzo with a sheepish smile. He smiles slightly.

"O-Of course, sorry. I've been kinda in my head all day today." You admit shyly.

"Is something bothering you?" He asks.

"No, no, of course not. What do you wanna talk about?" You ask.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He asks.

"I haven't been avoiding you, Enz. I've just been a tad bit busy is all." You say, smiling softly at him.

"So you have time for our movie night tonight?" He asks.

"Mhm. I just have to grab snacks. Anything you want?" You say.

"Just you, love." He says cheekily, winking at you.

"I-oh-well I'm getting snacks anyway. I have to get me some new clothes again anyway." You say shyly.

"You could just wear my shirts...or nothing, but whatever suits your boat, love." He says, smiling as he leaves.

Pansy walks in with raised brows and she gives you a grin when she sees your dropped jaw.

"I believe Enz just suggested he rather see me in his clothes or naked." You mumble.

"Okay...Enz is here, check...snacks is a check, as are the drinks...extra blankets is a check...I feel like I'm forgetting something. Am I forgetting something?" You ask as you look back at your list.

Enzo was lying on your bed, his arms behind his head as he watched you pace with your clipboard and quill.

"You right next to me." He says and your cheeks flush red.

"Enz, I'm being serious. Something is missing. Or am I going bonkers?" You ask.

"In my eyes you've always been a bit bonkers, but in the cutest most adorable way you can be bonkers. Nothing is missing though. I think you're overthinking per usual." He says.

"Jerk." You grumble.

You take your sweater off, leaving you in a white tank top and your skirt. You carefully climb onto the bed, careful not to flash him as Astoria unfortunately shrunk your guys' underwear as well and Enzo talked you out of clothes shopping today as he wanted to watch two films.

You start the movie, bringing the blankets up more as you were cold.

"Why are you so far away? Get over here, love." He says.

You scooch over slowly until he rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You sigh softly, resting your head on his shoulder and resting a hand above his heart. He rubs circles on your exposed side, slowly going higher. It wasn't strange for him to do this. Enzo was a very touchy person when it came to showing his affection.

"What was your dream about?" He asks.

"What?" You mumble confused.

"Your dream about me. You were talking about it earlier today. What was it that I was doing to you?" He asks.

"Oh...you heard about that...which means you heard everything after that too." You whisper as your nerves begin to start.

You go to get up, but he rolls over so that you're beneath him. You look up at him with wide eyes.

"You aren't going anywhere, pretty girl. We are going to talk about this." He says seriously.

"I-uh-oh." You splutter, your cheeks flushed red as your heart races.

"Is it hard to believe I like you too, love? I thought I had been making it pretty obvious." He mumbles, his eyes flickering over your face.

"You like me?" You squeak.

"Mhm, quite a bit. I never thought you'd like me, but then I overheard the conversation earlier and it was like a new hope for me." He admits.

"Enz...I never would've thought you would like me. I just thought you saw me as your best friend." You admit shyly.

"You'll always be my best friend, love. But, now we can be more too." He admits.

Your eyes flicker to his lips, wondering if they are as soft as they were in your dream. His eyes darken, catching where your eyes were focused. He leans down, kissing your lips softly. You hum softly as you kiss back, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

He trails a hand between you both, ghosting over your stomach before trailing down your thigh. You whimper as he moves his hand back up your thigh, moving it beneath your skirt. You try to squeeze your legs close, but he was in between your legs.

His fingers brush against your wet folds as he pulls away with a grunt. His eyes find yours and you flush red under his intense gaze.

"No panties?" He asks.

"N-No, Stori shrunk our clothes again." You whisper.

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He murmurs, leaning down and kissing the column of your neck.

You let a shaky breath out as your eyes fluttered closed. You push yourself down closer to his hand that was between your legs. You whine softly as he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Enzo, please." You plead, squirming beneath him.

"So impatient, baby." He murmurs, nipping at your neck and eliciting a gasp from you.

Before you could scold him to hurry up, he was working his pants off. Your fingers went to his loosely buttoned dress shirt where you begin to unbutton it. He shrugs it off after kicking his boxers and pants off.

He starts to pull your skirt down as you stare at his hard cock that was thick and long, a vein bulging out the side of it, the head an angry red and oozing precum.

You sit up and take off your tank top, before lying back down. He hovers above you, kissing your lips so softly as he praises you and calls you beautiful as he sinks into you. You arch up into him, your nails dragging down his back as your walls stretch to accommodate him.

"Enzo!" You moan, his lips swallowing the sweet sound.

"Your alright baby, you're doing so good. Taking my cock like the little cock slut you are, aren't you?" He murmurs into your ear.

You clench around him, the dirty name making something twist inside of you as you let a breathy moan out. You never expected Enzo to say such dirty things.

"Enz!" You cry, arching your back off the bed as his thrusts speed up.

You squirm, feeling the overwhelming pressure building. He holds your hips, his teeth leaving marks all over your skin, leaving his claim. He wanted everyone to know that you were his. Now that he had you, there was no letting go.

"That's it baby, keep taking my cock like a good girl. You feel so good around my cock, so fucking tight." He says, his voice deeper—huskier.

You wished he'd keep quiet just for the fact that hearing him like that—was because of you and that made a whole new feeling wash over you.

His lips slant over yours, the two of your lips moving in sync. You follow his lead, sinking back further into the bed and he follows, deepening the kiss. Your hands get lost in his hair as he bites your bottom lip, swallowing your whimper as he deepens the kiss once more.

His tongue glides across your bottom lip, before teeth were clashing as the kiss got too intense. You both pull away, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Thank you, Pansy. I really appreciate it." You say, smiling softly as she helped cover all the hickeys.

"I get it. Eventually, he'll get a little control over himself. The boys, especially our boys, are all about staking their claim. I don't get it entirely either, but if it helps them sleep at night, so be it." She says, laughing softly and you join her.

You both walk to breakfast, getting lost in your guys' normal conversation. You were unaware of Enzo's eyes on you as you walked in.

His lips part, seeing you wearing an olive green sundress that ended a little above mid thigh. Your hair was down and the smile on your face lit up the whole room.

"You're staring." Theodore chuckles.

"Fuck, she's so hot...wait a damn minute. One, she covered her hickeys and two, there's over a seventy five percent chance that if she moves the wrong way in that dress she will flash someone." Enzo says, sitting up straighter.

"Look...I learned the hard way, but you've just got to trust her. Don't make the mistakes I did and make the foundation rocky in the beginning." Blaise says.

He sighs, looking at his plate as you and Pansy take a seat. He looks up and has to take a deep breath. He hated how much cleavage was on show, because he knew people would see you like this.

You looked beautiful.

But, he hated the idea of other men seeing you this way. He remembered his plan and reached beneath the table for the bouquet of flowers. Your lips part as he hands you the assortment of flowers.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n/n?" He asks, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as the boys whoop and tease him.

You smile and look at him like he was the only man in the world—a look that made him melt.

"I'd love to, Enz." You say softly.

The whole table whoops louder before being quieted by Professor Snape. You smile at Enzo, feeling really good about this.

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Set You Up | N.S

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x bsf fem reader

WC: 1.2k+

Warnings/Notes: mild language…

Summary: nicks best friend—soul sister as you two refer to it, and you notice he seems to be struggling with something and learn he’s having a hard time with Matt and Chris being in love and having someone while he has no one…so you make it your mission to set him up.

You had been friends with the triplets since your were babies. You even went as far as having a friends with benefits with Matt. But, you definitely were Nick's soul sister. You clicked with Nick the most and understood him the most. It was something his brothers thanked God for on the daily because Nick was pretty private with his thoughts and feelings. He liked to believe he had to keep it all to himself as he was older than Matt and Chris, but also because he felt like his problems would affect Justin. 

But, he had you. He confided with you about everything, like you tell him everything. The house was quiet today, the air was tense and everyone knew something was going on with Nick. You slowly exit Matt's room, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He was shirtless, sitting on the couch with Chris. You glance at the balcony doors and see Nick. You bite your lip as something feels off. 

Your feet were dragging you towards him, your eyes locked him and unable to even acknowledge Matt and Chris who waved and mumbled a "morning". You step outside and take a seat next to Nick who was staring at the sunrise. 

"Don't touch me. You were with Matt last night you grosso." He grumbles. 

"What's wrong?" You ask, not offended by his comment. 

That was Nick for you. You could see he was trying to be funny despite something severely bothering him. You settle on resting a hand on his back, gently rubbing it. 

"Nothing is wrong." He snaps, pulling away from you. 

"Yes, there is something wrong. You can talk to me, Nick. Did I do something?" You ask, suddenly becoming self-conscious as he had never pulled away from you like this before.

He was putting walls up; even against you. You bite your lip, watching his jaw clench and unclench. His nostrils flare as he lets a deep sigh out. 

"Chris is talking to someone." He mumbles.

"Oh? Is it someone you don't like?" You ask.

"No...she's amazing. They are meant to be." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

You hesitantly move closer, putting a hand on his back again as you rub it. He relaxes, sighing as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

"Then what's wrong with him talking to someone?" You ask. 

"Chris is talking to someone...you and Matt are 'friends with benefits' when in reality you both like each other, but are too scared to talk to each...and then there's me." He sighs. 

"Ohhh...I see." You say, smiling slightly.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He asks defensively. 

"Will you allow me to do something to help you for once?" You ask.

"Why?" He deadpans and you chuckle.

"Because I want to see my best friend happy and in love too." You say.

"I don't know if I can trust you." He mumbles suspiciously. 

You laugh, gently shoving at him and he sits up to study you. You grin at him slyly as you slowly stand. He tilts his head as he gives you "the look" which is his way of warning you not to do what your thinking. You laugh and throw the door open as you run through their house with him hot on your heels and yelling at you to stop. 

"I'll tell your biggest secret!" He threatens. 

You freeze before he tackles you to the ground. You groan, struggling to get out from underneath him. You elbow him in the ribs and he rolls off you with a wheeze. You stand and look down at him with your hands on your hips as you glare at him. 

"Sir, we took in oath. You cannot speak of anything we confide in privacy unless you are given permission to blurt it out." You scold.

"It got you to stop though." He says with a grin.

"Or did it?" You say, smirking slyly as he pales.

"No, you wipe that wicked look off your face. You are up to something. Wipe that mind clean and rethink what your planning on doing." He warns as he pushes at your legs as he gets up.

You huff, stumbling backwards before jumping on his back and he tries to get you off him, claiming how gross this is because you were with Matt. 

"Matt! Get your gremlin!" Nick shouts. 

Matt chuckles, standing as he pulls you off Nick who gives you a warning glare before heading off to his room. You grin as you face his brothers who look mildly concerned. 

"I see why Nick doesn't like that face." Chris says. 

"Why was he so upset?" Matt asks. 

"Can't talk right now, boys. I got some errands to run in order to pull the strings I'm pulling. You three should go to the mall...get an outfit for a party. I guess I'll throw a one million party after all." You sigh before grinning again.

"Oh?" Matt questions, knowing how adamant you were to not have a party.

"The outcome will be worth it. I just have to play my cards right." You mumble, turning and walking away. 

"Tara and you know how to party plan." Nick says, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he refuses to look at you or his brothers. 

Matt had a hand on your lower back while Chris was talking with the girl he had been talking with for awhile. You smile sadly, knowing how hard this was for Nick. 

"Nick! Meet my friend, Lorenzo. Just call him Enzo though." You murmur, resting a hand on his arm. 

He was tall, taller than Nick. He had brown eyes and brown hair. He had light chocolate skin and freckles speckled across his nose and cheeks. He was noticeably fit and you notice Nick's eyes linger on Enzo's plump lips. 

"It's nice to meet you, Nick. I've heard a lot about you from Y/n/n." Enzo says. 

"I-It's nice to meet you too. And hopefully good things. She can be quite the she-devil." Nick says, making the both of them laugh. 

You grin, before quickly wiping it off your face so that he doesn't notice. Nick and Enzo get lost in conversation, the two slowly making their way to the bar. 

"So, this was your evil plan?" Chris says amused. 

"Oh yeah. Enzo is a sweet guy. Very much gay. He's a model. He's a fan of your guys' channel and he's always had a crush on Nick. And he's literally Nick's type. You can't tell me this won't work out." You say, a proud look on your face. 

"Hey, whatever evil plan you hatched to try and set me up with someone...forget it. Me and Enzo are officially dating." Nick says, plopping down on the couch across from you and Matt. 

You were cuddled up to Matt, the two of you had finally made it official. Chris looks up from where he was curled up in a bean bag and looks right at you as a slow grin forms on your face. Nick freezes as he notices the look.

"What the hell did you do now?" He sighs exasperated. 

"My evil plan already hatched, buddy. Who's the real mastermind now?" You say with a grin.

"W-What? H-How? When? What?" He stutters.

"Checkmate, I win." You say, winking at him.

"You aren't Taylor Swift!" He exclaims frustrated, his hands running down his face. 

"She is mother!" You scold.

"I know! But, you aren't her."  He sighs. 

"Well you aren't Doja Cat." You say, glaring at him as he gasps.

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Model | M.S

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

WC: 2.2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, smutty scene, pregnancy, fluff, etc.

Summary: Unexpectedly, you hit it off with Matt at your new modeling gig for the Space Camp Lip Balm shoot.

"Alls Nick needs you to do is allow us to get some shots of you applying his lip balms. Try to look relaxed. For a few photos, make direct eye contact with the camera. Get into the vibe and just really try and feel yourself." Lora, your manager, says.

"I can do that." You murmur.

You were dragged off to the bathroom of the little set they've set up as some tropical themed location. You were given a black two piece swimsuit and they styled your hair while doing light makeup.

"What do you think?" The stylist asks her boss, Nick who stood with his brothers.

Nick looks at you and studies you as he realizes how professional you were compared to the other models that came in. The other models were all fan girls of him and his brothers, and to say the least...it was exhausting. Yet, your face was blank, and your eyes guarding any thoughts or worries you may be having.

"I like the black...but I almost think we need a color to make it pop...it needs to be yellow. Do we have a yellow cardigan thing?" Nick asks.

"Um...no." The stylist says slowly.

"Would my yellow button up work?" Matt asks.

"Try that. Go help her get that on and make sure her hair isn't tucked into the shirt." Nick says.

Matt motions you to follow him and you do. You admired his messy hair and his glasses in silence as he opened the door to the bathroom. He starts to unbutton the pastel yellow button up he wore to reveal a white tank top underneath it. He shrugs it off and your eyes follow his tattoos. His eyes follow yours and he smiles slyly.

"Like em'?" He asks as he helps you put your arms into the button up.

"Mhm. They look really cool. Does each one have a different meaning to you?" You ask softly.

He was thrown off by your velvety voice, but he somehow managed to keep his cool as he helps even out the button up and adjust your hair.

"Yeah...have you ever considered getting tattoos?" He asks.

"I want a lot, but it could affect my modeling career. My manager would kill me before I stepped foot into a tattoo shop." You say, a sad little laugh at the end.

"I'm Matt...Matt Sturniolo." He murmurs, his nerves getting the best of him as he prepared for a fan girl moment. 

"It's nice to meet you, Matt. I'm Y/n, but call me Y/n/n. I prefer it." You admit.

You didn't seemed fazed by his name and it was relieving to him. He looks you over slowly and Nick was right about it having to be yellow. He found himself liking the way you looked in his button up shirt. It went to about mid-thigh on you and it overall made you look even cuter to him.

"Well hold on there, Y/n/n...this collar is fucked up." He murmurs as he steps closer to you.

His hands brush down your neck, goosebumps following in their trail as you look up at him through your eyelashes unintentionally. He adjust the collar slowly before his eyes find yours.

"Has anyone told you how pretty you are?" He murmurs.

"I-I...thank you, Matt." You murmur, your cheeks flushing red.

He smirks slyly as he steps back. He has you do a slow turn so that he can make sure it's perfect and that Nick won't rip him a new hole.

"Alright, you look perfect. Almost think a white swimming suit would look good with a pink button up. I got one of those out in the car too." He murmurs.

"Thank fuck. It looks perfect." Nick says.

"What if you have her do a couple photos in a white swim suit with that pink button up I got in the car?" Matt suggests.

"Go grab it. So far we are doing good on time. The other model walked out. She was mad that I asked her to do more shots because she was too busy flirting with Chris." Nick sighs.

While Matt leaves, you were instructed on different poses by Nick. You stand by Nick as you both look over the shots.

"They all look great!" Nick exclaims excitedly.

It was the one shoot that went right. He admired your dedication to your work and the professionalism you had. There was a time and place for fooling around and another for being professional. You, thankfully knew the difference and for that, he was thankful.

"Alright, are you cool with us doing another shoot in a different outfit?" He asks.

"Yeah, of course." You say softly.

"The stylist stepped out for lunch." Laura, Nicks manager says.

"I can get changed and touch up my makeup and hair. It's not a big deal." You say, noticing the stress on Nick's face.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Mhm. And you can be honest when I come out and you're not a fan of the makeup or something. I can fix it." You say, trying to lighten the mood by smiling.

"You truly are the saving grace of today. Thank you." Nick says, a wave of relief washing over him.

You walk back to the room and grab your bag, even though typically the outfits are supplied. You had come prepared with options. You grab the white bikini set and put it on. You were trying to clasp the back, but you might've underestimated how small it was. The door opens and you look in the mirror to see Matt.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Nick said you were getting ready, but I assumed you were done changing." Matt says.

"Your okay! Actually, can you help me? I can't get this clasped..." You admit quietly, your cheeks flushing red as you catch him slyly smirk.

He closed the door and sets the button up over a chair. You move your hands to the front of the top to hold it in place as he clasps it.

"Hey, y/n/n?" He murmurs as he watches you adjust your top and bottoms.

"Hm?" You hum softly.

"Could I get your number?" He asks.

"Sure." You say softly with a smile.

He smiles and grabs the pink button up and helps you put it on. You sit and do some touch ups to your makeup before going into the light and neutral shades of eyeshadow and going in with pinks.

You talked with Matt, giving him your number. He made you laugh and smile way more than you had in a long time.

You walk out, the two of you talking about a movie you both had watched recently.

"I love the eyeshadow! It all looks perfect. The eyeshadow look and colors was a good choice." Nick compliments.

Soon you were doing different poses for different shots. You began to feel more yourself as you got further along. It wasn’t long before Nick, his brothers, and you were around the screen and looking at the shots.

The park was becoming more empty, but you continued to enjoy every moment with Matt. You were excited when he texted you and asked to hang out.

"Look, there's a Photo Booth!" Matt says, dragging you towards it.

It was small and had enough for one person to sit at most. Matt sits and pulls you down on his knee. He pays and you both start with a smile, then silly faces, but before you both could do the next pose, he was gently guiding you to look at him.

He leans forward, kissing you softly. You respond softly—almost unsure of what to do. You move your hands to his hair, gently tugging at it as you hold him closer.

You throw your leg over him, straddling him as you sit on top of the growing bulge. He pulls away, kissing down your jaw before kissing down your neck. He reaches out and puts another dollar into the machine.

He nips at your neck and you gasp. He unbuttons your shirt before standing and pinning you against the back of the photo booth wall.

"Y/n/n, we are going to do a little bit of a risky game." He breathes.

"W-What is it?" You whisper.

"When I tell you to put a dollar in, put one in and let it take photos of us. We don't know who's going to walk past this photo booth, but we are going to continue. Okay?" He asks.

"Y-Yeah." She breathes.

He hands her a wad of dollars he had gotten before their outing today. He gets on his knees and puts her legs over his shoulders.

"No panties? Dirty girl." He murmurs as he lifts your skirt.

Your cheeks flush red before you gasp as his mouth attacks your clit. You had done things before and you've been eaten out, poorly, which made you uncomfortable at ever trying it again. But, Matt knew exactly what he was doing. 

"M-Matt!" You moan, arching your back as your hips move to their own accord. 

You whine in frustration as his mouth leaves your clit. He looks up at you, his chin glistening with your juices.

"Put a dollar in, baby." He murmurs.

You lean down a bit and put the dollar in before leaning back against the wall. He grins before he goes back to eating you out. You throw your head back as you bury your hand in his hair, pushing him closer to you. He buries two fingers in you, thrusting them out slowly. You whimper as you grind against his face before coming. You pant as you slump against the wall.

"Fuck baby, you taste like heaven." He murmurs.

He helps you adjust you clothes before picking up all the pictures on the ground. He smiles as he starts to look through them. Your cheeks flush red at them, but you do think it added to the fun.

"Come on. Let's go to Walmart before they close." He murmurs.

"Walmart? Why?" You ask, following behind him.

"We are getting a Polaroid camera because that was fucking fun. Maybe a lock box because no one but you and I will get to see these pictures. You truly are meant to be a model, baby." He murmurs, taking your hand in his.

"Just one more!" Nick sighs.

The model continues to storm away, throwing down a book. Chris bites his lip before looking at his brother.

"I can go...so that they focus, y'know." He mumbles.

"No, no, you're fine." Nick sighs.

"Hey guys!" Matt says, walking hand in hand with you.

"Y/n/n! Thank god you're here!" Nick exclaims.

"What's wrong?" You ask, rubbing your swollen five month belly with your hand.

To say the least, Matt got a bit carried away with the thought of you having his baby. You didn't regret it though.

"Could we do some shots of you?" He asks.

"Um...Nick...I'm five months pregnant." You say confused.

"I do shots of you all the time. I think you look like a fucking goddess pregnant." Matt says with a sly grin.

Both his brothers ew and cover their ears as you smack Matt who was laughing.

"Not appropriate Matthew!" You scold.

"Come on, baby. Do a couple shots for him. What's five months of being pregnant gotta do with some shots?" He murmurs.

"Matt...typically for shots like this, you don't want a pregnant woman. The most shoots I've been able to get my hands on is maternity shoots. You typically want someone...skinner and prettier." You explain.

"Okay, let's start with the fact that you are fucking gorgeous and you are creating a human in there. We need to break the fucking stigma of wanting skinny and blonde models. Go get your ass to that dressing room and find something autumn like and get out here for some shots!" Nick rants.

You look at him, awed with his speech as your eyes tear up. He pales, raising his hands as if to surrender.

"Y/n/n, what's wrong?" He asks.

You let a sob out as Matt goes to grab you, but you pull Nick into a hug.

"That's just the most wonderful thing I've ever heard. You truly are the sweetest and most feminist man I know." You say.

"Aww, Y/n/n, you're okay." He murmurs.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. The hormones, y'know. Believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've cried today." You say, pulling back to wipe your tears.

"What? You? There's no way." Nick says, although he knew you had probably cried like ten times today as Matt looks off and nods slowly as he remembers this morning.

"Oh yeah. I'm a whole train wreck...gosh, how does Matt even deal with me." You mumble as your eyes well up again.

"Hey, no tears. Matt loves you and you love Matt. And the both of you love this baby. It's okay to be a train wreck. But, you both will look back and laugh at these silly moments you've been having." Nick says softly.

You laugh and nod before Matt was gently guiding you to the dressing room.

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I miss my mamas | C.S

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

WC: 1.2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, angst, fluff…

Summary: In which you are on a little trip and Chris is missing you…

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem? You've been all weird and mopey the entire video." Nick asks from the backseat as he pulls out a box of donuts, partially for him, but partially to hopefully cheer Chris up.

"Oh nothing." Chris mumbles, crossing his arms as he pouts.

Matt raises his eyebrows in question, shaking his head as he sighs.

"Come on, Chris. What's going on?" Matt asks, his tone softer than Nicks abrasive and abrupt one.

"Guys, it's nothing." Chris huffs, looking out the window.

His phone buzzes and he moves faster than his brothers had ever seen him move in their lives. It was the most excited he seemed during this video until he saw the notification and frowned and dramatically throws his phone to the floor.

"Alright bud, we are going to talk about this. What's going on?" Matt demands.

"I miss my mamas!" Chris cries dramatically.

He genuinely was upset, his eyes watering as he looked away. He felt like a baby right now. He just missed you, his girlfriend of two years. You both had grown so close to the point you saw each other every day. You practically lived with the triplets. But, you told Chris you needed to handle some stuff and do a bit of traveling to see family. He assumed it'd be a few days, but it's been two weeks.

To make matters worse, the time zones were different so texting and calling was almost impossible. The most he got from you was "good morning" or "goodnight, I love you baby!"

Matt frowns, realizing how upset his brother truly was. Nick was laughing over the nickname he had for you, not realizing he was genuinely upset. Matt pulls Chris into a hug and Nick stops laughing as he realized that Chris was indeed upset.

"Hey, she'll be back soon." Nick says softly, trying to cheer him up.

"She said a few days. It's been two fucking weeks. We haven't been apart this long in forever." Chris says, genuinely upset.

Matt reaches forward to turn the camera off. He hated seeing his brother so upset. It wasn't like him to get upset. He was always the most energetic, the happiest and goofiest of the three of them.

"Have a donut, you'll feel better." Nick urges.

"I don't want a fucking donut. I want to see my girlfriend." Chris huffs, turning away from his brothers.

Matt looks at Nick who nods after shoving his donut in his mouth as he looked at his phone. Matt started the car, driving back to their house.

Chris was the first out of the car, storming into the house before slowing as the lights were on when they weren't on when they left. He heard shuffling and moving around as both Matt and Nick walk in. You poke your head around the corner, confused as you thought you had more time.

"Mamas?" Chris mumbles in surprise.

"He got upset. Sorry, we couldn't stall any longer." Matt says, sending an apologetic smile to you.

"It's alright. Come here, bubs. I wanted to surprise you when I got back." You say, opening your arms in which he wasted no time getting to you.

"I thought you wouldn't be back for my birthday." He mumbles, thinking about tomorrow.

"Hey! There's us too!" Nick grumbles.

"She's my girlfriend." Chris argues.

"Alright, alright, I'm right here, bubs. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. In fact, that was part of the reason why I was gone a bit longer than expected. I was getting your guys' presents. Had to be picked up, not shipped." You explain.

"You got us a present too?" Nick asks.

"Well duh! You two are like my brothers. You guys are such dummy's sometimes. I love you two to death and I missed you guys a bunch!" You say, leaving Chris's hold to hug both Matt and Nick.

"You didn't have to get us anything." Matt says, his cheeks flushed red.

"Uh, yeah I did. I've got the coolest presents. Anyhow, dinner should be about done. I set a movie up for us all to watch and set up the couches for us." You explain, turning to make your way to the kitchen.

Chris followed like a lost puppy and Nick and Matt said they'd grab the drinks after they change. Chris wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. You lean back against him as you continue to make plates.

"You can't ever leave me that long again, ma." He mumbles.

"I don't think I can...I felt like I was going to lose it after two days. It was the hardest two weeks of my life. If I ever got to go that long again, I'm bringing you with me." You admit, your cheeks flushing red at your confession.

"Thank god...we hardly texted and called. I know it was different time zones...but I was really scared we were drifting apart." He admits quietly.

You turn, wrapping your arms around his neck as you look up at him with furrowed brows, pouty lips and glossy eyes. His hands settle on your hips.

"Chris, I don't think I could ever drift apart from you. Those two weeks were brutal...but it made me realize how much I truly love you—not that I didn't know it before, but that entire time I thought of you. I couldn't not think of you. I would see things and would be like, Chris would love this. I wanted to call and text, but I know you and the boys have been busy. I didn't want to interrupt your guys’ work. But, I realize how much I love that we are constantly near each other. Some may call us clingy, but I love whatever it is we have. I feel so content, happy and safe with you and I wouldn't have it any other way." You murmur.

"I missed you so much, mamas." He murmurs, leaning down and kissing you softly.

"We are coming in! Be clothed!" Nick yells.

You pull apart from the kiss, chuckling as you pull Chris into a tight hug. He laughs, holding you closer to him.

"I miss you too. I promise I won't ever leave that long again and if I do, you're coming with me." You murmur.

"What about me?" Nick asks with a pout.

"You're such an attention seeking whore." Matt says, rolling his eyes.

"Okay! Matt's arrived! Here we go with the fucking Mattitude." Nick says, staring at Matt with surprise.

"I'd bring you two with me too, but you guys would be in the backseat. Chris would be in the front with me." You say with a soft smile.

"He called me an attention seeking whore." Nick grumbles as he helps grab drinks as you and Chris grab plates.

"You two need to be nicer to each other." You laugh softly, leading the way to the living room and setting plates down.

"He started it!" He pouts.

"Dear god." Chris mumbles.

"They were having a moment, idiot! It was cute!" Matt exclaims.

"Guys, it's okay. Chris and I don't mind. We were about to bring the plates in anyway. There's no need to get upset." You say softly.

You take Chris's hand before he could say something to go against your words. He squeezes your hand before pulling you to your guys' favorite couch.

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