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[georgeclarkesgf]

shush, it's a secret | george clarke

it's not unusual for you to be over at george's flat considering you and him met at university and both moved to london around the same time. but about four months ago, your relationship changed from close friends to just that, a relationship.

you'd both decided to not tell anyone, despite how difficult it was proving to be to not be all over each other 24/7. the fans knew of you, to an extent. you'd appear in the backgrounds of videos or tiktoks posted by the boys. your social media was public, however, none of your accounts included your name, making it less likely for fans to find you.

tonight, you're over at the flat again, legs strewn over george's lap and eating some of the dominoes he'd ordered. a movie chris had picked out plays on the tv, but was now long forgotten about since a debate has broken out amongst the boys. over what? you don't know. you're too focused on the way george's hand is subconsciously trailing up your thigh, dangerously high for a 'close friend'. he honestly hasn't noticed that he's doing it, too engaged in the ongoing debate. so, you pick your phone up from your chest and message him.

too high x

his phone dings and he leans forward, grabbing it off the table before noticing it was from you. you watch as his brows furrow in confusion, before sending him another message.

your hand x

realisation hits george and he squeezes your thigh gently as an apology, moving his hand back down to rest above your knees. he mouths 'sorry' at you, to which you can't help but giggle and shake your head. arthur (hill) looks between you two in slight confusion, going to say something but deciding to keep his mouth shut.

it wasn't that you didn't want to tell people, you'd both just agreed it would be easier figuring things out and adjusting to this shift in dynamic without other people prying their noses in. it didn't make the thrill of getting caught any less exciting though. even the simple things such as him wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder made you get an adrenaline rush.

you can feel your eyes growing heavy, despite it still being relatively early, and decide to call it a night.

"sorry guys but i'm gonna head to bed," an echo of boos fill the room while you shrug, laughing, "i'm tired guys leave me alone. mind if i crash in your bed george?"

it feels weird having to ask your boyfriend if you can sleep in his bed, but it seems to be doing the trick of keeping the relationship a secret. there are only three bedrooms and you've known george the longest, so it makes sense you'd stay in his room.

"no go for it, i probably won't be long." you give him a smile and climb off the sofa, heading to his room.

george's eyes widen when he next checks the time, not realising it was so late.

"shit." he mumbles to himself, gaining a weird look from the boys.

"you alright george?" arthur (hill) questions.

"yea i'm fine. just didn't realise it was so late that's all, got stuff to do tomorrow. i'm gonna go to bed though, night guys." he was lying right through his teeth, he had nothing to do tomorrow.

what george had meant to be ten minutes or so had turned into an hour and a half. arthur (tv) ended up coming over and they'd gotten so caught up in conversation that time seemed to fly by. he knows that you hate falling asleep without him and feels guilt seep into his skin. especially since he knows you won't ask for him to come to bed, not wanting it to come off weird since to the others, you're 'just friends'.

you're staring at the ceiling when he shuts his bedroom door, having fallen asleep for all of twenty minutes before you woke up to an empty bed over an hour ago.

"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't realise it had been that long," you turn to look at him, enjoying the way he starts stroking your cheek with his thumb, "have you been waiting for me?"

"mhm, fell asleep for about twenty minutes and been awake since. it's okay though, kept myself busy," george's jaw drops slightly, clearly misunderstanding your words, "oh my god george, no! i meant by reading some more of my book you perv. get your mind out the gutter."

he laughs and goes in to kiss you but you push his forehead away before he can. you scrunch up your face in disgust.

"ow, what was that for?" he's rubbing his forehead like you just hit him with a bat, making it much more dramatic than necessary.

"brush your teeth, you have pizza breath." he tries to do it again and catch you off guard but fails, "i mean it george."

"yes ma'am."

he disappears into the bathroom and returns a few minutes later. his teeth are brushed and he's wearing a pair of grey joggers. your arms open wide, inviting him to lay on top of you so you can run your nails through his hair and up and down his back. a feeling both of you love.

"can i kiss you now?" he teases, grin widening when you nod your head.

several kisses are planted on your face and you know he's purposefully missing your lips. you frown, wanting him to kiss you properly, not having felt his lips on yours in what felt like years. realistically, it's been a few hours.

"george, kiss me properly." you whine.

and he does just that. one hand holding himself up to hover over you, the other stroking your cheek and bringing you in closer until your lips finally meet. the kiss starts off slow and loving, until he presses you further into the mattress, his hands beginning to roam your body. every ounce of sleep you were feeling disappears, suddenly becoming hyper aware of what's happening.

pulling away, you mumble, "we can't, everyone's here. they'll hear us."

"never stopped us before." george whispers against your mouth, connecting your lips once again.

well touché.

a/n don't ask where the inspiration for this came from at 2 in the morning cause i don't have an answer. not proofread either sorryyy. shall i make a part two? i feel like i'll end up doing it anyway but what do you guys think??

[tinycoffeeroom]

on the radar | arthur hill

face claim: N/A ♡

request: here !

requested: Okay! This just came to me when making my previous Arthur Hill request but it had to be its separate thing! What about an imagine where Lisa is the one to set them up?? Like she said she had “someone on her radar” in the pod with George one time?

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You’d met Lisa by chance. Your parents were quite well off and since the housing market was in shambles, you’d decided to still live at home, turning a spare room into your office for work. 

One of the conditions to staying at home was walking Clyde; your family dog, something you revelled in anyway. He adored you, often sitting and waiting by the door around four in the afternoon when he knew you would come along with the leash and take him out to explore the neighbourhood. 

On the day you met Lisa, you’d been running late. Clyde had been shamelessly whining by the front door for an hour by the time you could drag yourself away from work and grab his leash.

Halfway into the walk, he’d become interested in a cocker spaniel currently off leash and bounding towards the two of you. You’d been wary at first, keeping him at bay to assess the small dog running as fast as their little legs could carry them. The dog stopped two feet away, barking softly and wagging their tail so fast, it was like a blur. 

Slowly loosening your hold on the leash in your hand, you let the two of them approach each other. The second they were within sniffing distance, they both barked happily, swirling round and round as you laughed at the pair who whipped around to look at you, wagging tails hitting each other happily. 

You could hear a woman shouting in the distance. “Bonnie! Bonnie, oh for goodness sake!” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the coincidence. 

Seconds later, a frazzled lady rounded the corner, lead in hand, eyes darting around the little path you were both on. The second she spotted the cocker spaniel, currently engaged in another round of sniffing with your dog, she breathed a sigh of relief. Speedwalking up to you and the two dogs, she bent down once she had a chance, huffing at what was probably a very stressful five minutes. 

“Um, hi. I’m guessing this cheeky little girl is yours. Her and Clyde have been getting very well acquainted.” You smiled brightly at the woman, who had since caught her breath. 

She let out a startled laugh, eyeing the two dogs running round the both of you. “Clyde? Bonnie… and Clyde. What are the odds, eh?”

You echoed her sentiments, laughing along with the woman. 

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Lisa, and I see you’ve met Bonnie.” She reached a hand out for you to shake, the interaction brief but kind. 

“I’m Y/N, and that’s Clyde, as you already know.” You pointed over at the elderly dog, playfully going for Bonnie’s tail. 

The two of you watch the dogs play for a moment before Lisa gestures over to the end of the path. “There’s a little park just around the corner if you want to go and sit and let them play for a bit?”

You know the park well, often choosing to take Clyde there if you wanted a more laid back approach to a walk. You nod, walking after the older woman. 

Once the gate is shut, you let Clyde off his leash, watching him bound over to the cocker spaniel as they run circles around one another. Lisa takes a seat on the bench, patting the spot next to her for you to sit. 

“So, I haven’t seen you around here before. Have you just moved here?”

Shaking your head, you point back to the estate behind you. “Nope, I live just over there. I normally walk Clyde around four-ish so maybe that’s why our paths haven’t crossed before.” 

She hums in response, giving you a once over before looking back towards the dogs.

She seems to be deep in thought, so you chose to take that moment to check your phone for any notifications. There was only one from your boss, setting up a meeting for you and a potential client early next week. 

Lisa clears her throat, attention now back on you. You smile at her, pocketing your phone. 

“So, since those two are going to be a while, how about we get to know each other?” Her returning smile is kind, almost motherly. 

“I guess I’ll go first! I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m 24 and have just finished a university degree in Business and Marketing. I’ve had Clyde since I was little, he just celebrated his 20th birthday, believe it or not!” The two of you look back at the dogs, Clyde exuding the energy of an excitable puppy rather than the sometimes grumpy old man you knew him to be. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Lisa Hill. I won’t say my age for fear you’ll faint.” She chuckles as you nudge your shoulder against hers playfully. “Me and my husband live just over that hill. We’re currently empty nesters as both my son and daughter have long since moved out. They’re roughly around your age actually!”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket, the lock screen lighting up to display a picture of what you assume is her family. Lisa and her husband stood at the back, arms linked and smiling down at her two children fondly. The girl looks kind, eyes closed in laughter as her brother has her captured in a headlock. 

You take a second to look at the brother. Sparkling brown eyes, full moustache over pouty lips and a little stubble, with short, slightly wavy hair. He’s very pretty.  

“I’m currently doing odd bits and bobs, as in I quit my long term job to raise my kids but now my son has somehow coerced me into doing a podcast with him!”

You perk up at this. “A podcast? What do you guys talk about?” You were always on the lookout for something new to listen to, your usual podcast currently paused on your phone. 

She hums, looking towards the two dogs. “A little bit of this and that. It’s called Mummy’s Boy so people write in with questions they want a mum to answer, or with silly stories. And then my son updates me on everything happening on the web.”

You rack your brain for the title, your mind coming up blank. You make a mental note to check it out when you’re back in the comfort of your home. 

You and Lisa spend the next hour chatting away, her relaying stories they have spoken about on the podcast whilst you add in your own experiences that relate to them.

The sun sets behind the two of you, and before long your phone rings, your mum worried on the other end as it’s been 3 hours since you left. 

Shocked at how the time has passed so quickly, you and Lisa call the dogs over to the pair of you, attaching their leashes and beginning the walk home. Once you reach the crosswalk, Lisa turns to you, a motherly smile on full display. “Take care Y/N. If you ever want to catch up, you know where I’ll be.” 

Overcome with how lovely she is, you wrap her up in a quick hug, feeling her chuckle as she pats your back softly. Pulling away, she waves you goodbye. 

Popping an airpod in, you pull up the Mummy’s Boy podcast, eyes widening at just how popular it is. Clicking on an episode titled “Mum, I can’t stop mewing”, you head down the alleyway to your house. 

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Days went by filled with spreadsheets, trips to London for business meetings and the Mummy’s Boy podcast. 

After the first episode, you did some digging online and found their youtube channel, quickly clicking on their newest upload. You’d smiled as Lisa came into view, rattling off a prewritten script before the camera changed to her son. Arthur. 

Over the last few weeks, you’d developed somewhat of a crush on the man. Watching back on all their old podcasts, plus checking out his music he had plugged during one of the episodes, you couldn’t help but fall for the talented musician. 

Iced Coffee played through your earphones quietly as you trek down the pathway, Clyde steadily pulling on his leash. Another late work day meant you were heading out around the same time as when you had met Lisa, heart thumping gently as you thought about running into the kind woman again. 

As much as Arthur had captured your attention, you couldn’t help but smile thinking back on how open she had been when helping people on the podcast, and the way she had so easily fallen into conversation with you as your dogs ran circles around one another. 

She was the definition of the word “motherly”, kind and caring to her core. 

Iced Coffee comes to a close and as the first notes of You’re Not A God begins to play, you hear a voice from behind. 

“Y/N!”

Recognising Lisa’s voice, you turn around quickly, pulling Clyde to a stop beside you. She waves excitedly at you, hurrying down the path to where you’d stopped still. You look around, no Bonnie in sight. 

“Hi, Lisa!” You manage to get the greeting out before she wraps you up in a warm hug, rocking the two of you back and forth gently. One hand still wrapped in Clyde’s leash, you use the other to wrap around her, squeezing her tight. “No Bonnie?”

Lisa pulls back, suddenly aware of the lack of dog next to her. “She’s here somewhere- oh! Arthur, hurry up, slowpoke!”

Your eyes follow her line of sight, quicker than you would like to admit. A man stumbles down the path, eyes wide as Bonnie drags him along, the dog catching sight of you and Clyde. He eventually reaches the pair of you, reaching down to rest his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. 

“She nearly took my arm off, Mum! I’ve never seen her run so fast!” He huffs through quick breaths, unwrapping his hand from Bonnie’s leash to pass her back to Lisa. 

She smiles over at you, eyes drifting past to find the park a few metres away. You catch onto her train of thought, nodding as the two of you begin to head down to the gates. 

“Come on, Arthur, I want you to meet Y/N.”

Looking back over your shoulder, you notice when Arthur finally acknowledges your presence, head tilted up from where he was still hunched over. You smile politely, hand raised in a little wave. He returns the action, eyes blinking rapidly. 

By the time you make it to the gates, the two dogs have managed to tangle their leashes into a knot, you and Lisa huffing as you free them of their constraints. 

Lisa settles down on the bench, sitting on one edge and patting the space in the middle. You can see her eyes flitting between you and Arthur, a scheme forming in her mind. Before you have a chance to press her on it, Arthur appears beside you, breathing finally back to normal. 

Grabbing your hand, Lisa pulls you into the spot next to her, eyeing Arthur and then the empty spot on the other end. He settles down gingerly, sitting close enough to the edge that you’re pretty sure a slightly stronger gust of wind would send him tumbling. 

“Arthur, this is Y/N. I met her on a walk the other day. The little guy over there with Bonnie is Clyde, it’s almost like it’s fate!” 

You wince at her not so subtle tone, throwing her a playful side eye as she grins back at the two of you. 

Arthur shuffles from his precarious spot, wiping his hand on his trousers before offering it out to you. Chuckling softly, you wrap your hand around this, revelling in the warmth of it.

“Hi, I’m Arthur.” He pauses for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut. “But you knew that already. I see you’ve befriended my insufferable mother.” 

The two of you share a laugh as Lisa lets out an indignant noise, glaring at him. 

“Hi Arthur, I’m Y/N.” You grin as he realises what you’re about to say, mouth pulling up into a hybrid of a smile and grimace. “But you knew that already.”

You realise the two of you are still shaking hands, moving to pull away as Arthur squeezes once more. 

“She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” Lisa's smile curves up higher as Arthur buries his head in his hands, a whining “Mum” falling from his lips. She holds her hands up in mock defence. “I’m just saying!”

Deciding to spare him any more embarrassment, you pull Lisa into a conversation about how you’d checked the podcast out, telling her about how much you had enjoyed the episode with the Italian. 

Your eyes flicker back to Arthur every now and then, inviting him to join in with little tidbits of behind the scenes. Eyes flickering across his face as he delves into the tiktoks they had filmed with Isaac, the Italian Arthur helpfully supplied, you grin as he moves closer to you, no longer in danger of falling from the bench. 

The two of you transition the conversation from the podcast, to his tiktok, his music, your work and bits and pieces the two of you have in common, not noticing as Lisa steps away from the bench, moving to throw a stick to the two energetic dogs. 

As the conversation continues, you and Arthur have practically merged together, your feet resting gently over the top of his.

You were in the middle of showing him pictures of Clyde when he was just a puppy, trying to zoom the photo in so he wouldn't see a brace faced tween version of you, when your phone rings.

Startling at the noise, you smile shyly up at Arthur who removes his hand from your thigh, having subconsciously moved there when you'd jumped at your ringtone.

Your mum was once again calling you back for dinner, your eyes widening as once again hours had flown by in the presence of the Hill's.

Untangling yourself from Arthur, you call Clyde back, reattaching his leash.

Arthur looks up at you nervously, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Do you think I could, maybe, get your number?”

Reaching a hand out for his phone, you grin at the way his cheeks flush when your fingertips brush slightly. You send yourself a simple text so you have his number, trying to ignore the way Lisa rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, a smile permanently etched onto her face. 

She pulls you in for a final hug, whispering a small goodbye as the three of you part ways. Glancing back, you blush as your eyes catch Arthur’s who had done the exact same thing. He sends you a small wave, eyes not leaving yours until they round the corner. 

Popping an earphone back in, you pull up a random podcast, eyes flitting up to the top of the screen as a text comes in. 

Hi Y/N. It’s Arthur. But you already knew that :p Would you want to grab dinner tomorrow night?

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a/n: arthur has returned to tinycoffeeroom!! thank you so much for your request, this was so much fun to write <33

taglist: @golden-hoax

[kitybur]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐭 2

⌦ in which fans make another compilation of tanner and you moments from the group.

[ ONE , TWO ]

— warnings: swearing, gn!reader, fluff, inappropriate joking

| I neeeeed a part 2 of worthy moments 😭 |

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once again, the time has come where more videos have been uploaded with the internets favourite youtube couple. and you know what that means? more compilations of them together with even more worthy moments.

the first video had blew up, making the publisher wanting to make more content about the pair. and boy did they get their fun when “the group” had uploaded several new videos on their website. so now we buckle up, and get ready to watch the second best video of cuteness.

bigt and y/n being the it couple, part two; a continuation.

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the group had gone to japan for a trip and we’re currently walking through the entrance of japans nintendo world. yumi and nick were talking to the camera about a water ride when the footage zooms in on tanner excitedly talking about something behind the boys. he was moving his hands and walking sideways all the keep his eyes on y/n, who was watching him with a big smile and nodding their head to his words.

the video cuts to the group walking together when larry asks nick to buy him bowser. “wait, i want bowser too” tanner says.

“if you’re bowser can i be your peach?” y/n grins. tanner looks at them confused. “that way you can keep me all to yourself!” they say with a teasing tone. larry laughs, having being beside them, and tanner slides an arm over their shoulders.

“i already have you all to myself.” he flaunts proudly.

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the group had split off into two groups, but thankfully tanner and y/n were still together. their group had bought turkey legs to eat as a starter meal to fill their empty stomachs. the camera panned to show tanner holding the leg to y/n’s mouth, to which they took a simple bite out of the side. chewing, they took the leg from tanner and did the same. holding their hand under the leg incase any dropped from tanner’s large bite, he thanked them with a simple kiss to the hand.

“the waterfall is so pretty” y/n said to the camera as the group stopped to eat. “i would love to live here and experience more that japan has to offer. it is so beautiful.” they ranted as they were filmed. without notice, tanner had came in and wrapped his arms around their shoulders from behind, pressing their back into him. he brought his turkey leg back up to their mouth, which they accepted with a smile and pat on the forearm.

“eat up, pretty thing. cant have you fainting on us, can we?”

“the only reason i’d be fainting is from your love overload, silly.”

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“omg, they have a peach hat!” y/n said excitedly, having remembered the conversation from earlier. although tanner ended up getting a luigi hat to match with nick, y/n was thrilled to get a hat of their own.

“how do i look?” they asked the guys as they put the hat on. the guys all nodded their head and told them it was definitely their hat.

“here baby, i’ll but it for you.” tanner suggested quietly but loud enough for the camera to pick up. he took the hat without hesitation and brought it to the cash. y/n smiled with red cheeks as tanner brought the hat back and placed it gently upon their head. tucking away any loose hairs and snugging it on the best he could, he backed away. “man this is cute!” he happily pulled out his phone and took a photo.

(he ended up posting it on twitter captioned; cant wait to take princess peach home with me)

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“today we’re playing hide and seek and a 5 million dollar mansion. nick is the seeker, we’re all hiding, we have 30 seconds, we gotta go now!”

y/n had agreed to be in the groups hide and seek video and fans couldn’t be more happier with it. the video was just starting, and members were already running away as nick started counting. from y/n’s camera, it is seen that tanner grabs their hand and brings them along with him, wanting to stay together.

as they run inside, tanner leads them upstairs. “it’s me and you baby!” opening a door leading to almost nothing. y/n’s laugh can be heard as they usher him up the stairs to find a new hiding spot.

in the process, tanner, larry and y/n ended up together and had sat down on the fancy couch to turn on bluey. sadly, the trio couldn’t watch as there was no disney plus account. y/n laid back, gathering all their stamina for the next few hours. tanner’s go pro suddenly has turned black, and from y/n’s perspective, you can see tanner laying down on y/n’s chest already played out.

“tanner, i love you, but I just heard somebody and we gotta go” they say, patting his head as he groans.

“don’t be scared baby, I’ll protect you!”

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the pair were running down the stairs, hoping not to get caught before tanner had rounded a corner and ran straight into nick. tanner’s recation was quicker than his feet, letting himself scream before getting tagged and yelling, “y/n, run! save yourself!”

y/n didn’t need to hear it twice before running off, not before shouting “I’ll avenge you, sugar! i’ll be back for you!” they could hear tanner screaming in defeat has he walked to the couches to be met with the rest of the out players.

y/n ran upstairs the the blue room and wiped their hand on their sweaty forehead. they set the camera down, panting as they took off tanner’s sweater. “fuck chat, tanner’s out.” they heaved. “I don’t even know where the guns are, i want my man back i miss him.” they pouted.

(how dare softwilly split the pair up, outrages!)

it wasn’t more than minutes later when grunk and a nerf gun, ready to get nick frozen and y/n had a tennis ball. they ran the opposite way of the two, and quickly ran the ball to the couches. “guys! i’ve got a ball!”

“that’s my baby!” tanner yelled standing up and picking y/n up by the waist. he spun them around once before setting them down on the floor. “way to go, hot shot!” they high-fived. as y/n was running away once again, tanner landed a small smack on their ass as a congratulations. from the room, y/n can hear yumi yelling.

“oh gross, get a room!”

“gladly” y/n winks to the camera.

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y/n’s time running had stopped when she noticed nick going after grunk. they made a decision and ran next to nick, getting themselves out for grunk.

“you just got yourself out!” nick shouted, confused. y/n laughed, along with grunk who thanked them and ran. nick looked back and forth between to two before running up the stairs. “i’ll be back for an explanation, y/n!”

y/n took a deep breath and looked at their camera, “anything for grunk” before walking slowly to the couches. there, they saw tanner sitting down on a single chair and out of no where, plopped on his lap.

tanner grunted, “you out?” to where y/n nodded. tanner couldnt even be upset as he got to have his partner back. he gave them a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, quietly whispering how good they did. it was safe to say the couple was ready for a long nap after filming.

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when the next round started, tanner was talking to the camera about their new skill. the pair had taken off their shoes to appear more quieter to the seeker. y/n high fives him for his smart idea.

they had ran upstairs into a bathroom, where a tennis ball was sitting in the sink. “oh tanner, look” y/n whisper shouted, pointing at the ball. “you take it, sugar”

tanner gratefully took the ball and thanked y/n. “i want you to be our reason we win, we’re gonna find you all the tennis balls we can!” y/n says happily, pointing their camera at tanner. he was over the moon with their response, and for his, he leaned in for a passionate, small kiss.

from there, the cameras cut to the pair making silly faces in the bathroom mirror, which were taken as photos and posted on instagram.

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although they didn’t win, and both got out, y/n had an amazing time with their friends and tanner. as they filmed the outtro, y/n handed tanner a bottle of water. he guzzled it down and tiredly leaned his head on y/n’s. they wrapped an arm around his hips, keeping him up and they all said goodbye.

the main video ends with self promotion, concluding the second part to worthy moments. fans never thanked the publisher enough over the second video, loving every crumbs they get of the couple.

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a/n: guys, im so so sorry this took so long to come out. i have been having many of doctor appointments and exams for my health and just overall been enjoying my summer. im hoping to get back into the writing era soon and publishing some requests i currently have.

[chunkzdeluluwife]

𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 ~ 𝘼𝙅 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙡

Your best friend AJ gets into a fight to defend you.

Warnings: fighting, kissing, swearing‼️ ( it’s a little long but I swear it’s worth it )

You were in the living room with your friend Brandon, who had come over to hang out. However, things took a turn when he started making you feel uneasy, "accidentally" brushing your hand and placing his hand on your lap.

As AJ was coming downstairs, he noticed the discomfort on your face.

Using the nickname he gave you, he said, "Hey, stink, what's going on?" as he sat beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. Brandon, visibly annoyed by AJ's presence, frowned.

"Just... hanging," you said, giving a clear sign that you were uncomfortable.

AJ caught on and noticed that you were uneasy; he could tell Brandon was making you feel uncomfortable. He pulled you closer to him by your waist as he gave Brandon the "cut it out" look.

But Brandon didn't get the hint. He put his hand on your knee, softly rubbing it.

"Hey guys," you said, lightly pushing Brandon's hand away from your knee.

"Why don't we play a board game?"

"Yeah, great idea," AJ said, still mad from seeing Brandon's hand touching you. Brandon gave you a dirty look before he spoke, "Yeah, sure, what game do you want to play?"

You stood up to look at the board games. "Ummm, we have The Game of Life, Uno, or Candy Land."

Brandon scoffed at the options. "Those are so lame." AJ rolled his eyes at his friend before looking at the board games. "Candy Land sounds good. Let's play that one.”

Brandon didn't say anything, though he didn't seem pleased by the choice of game.

"Well, sorry you think they're lame, Brandon. They're some of my favorites," you said, chuckling as you set up the game.

AJ chuckled as he helped set up the game with you. He knew how much you loved these games, and the fact that Brandon called them lame annoyed him. Brandon muttered quietly "Whatever." He just crossed his arms and waited for the game to start.

"Okay, are we ready to start?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," AJ said, looking at Brandon to see if he was ready too.

Brandon grumbled quietly, "Yeah, let's just get this over with."

The three of you started playing the game, and AJ seemed to be enjoying it, but Brandon was still grumbling and complaining about the game. AJ could tell that you were getting annoyed by Brandon's attitude, but he didn't want to start anything. Instead, he tried to focus on the game and keep things lighthearted.

"I have a better idea than this game-7 minutes in heaven, me and Yn first," Brandon said, smirking.

AJ immediately felt himself get angrier as soon as Brandon suggested the idea. He clenched his fists but tried to keep it together.

"No way, man," AJ said through gritted teeth. "That's not happening."

"Brandon, I think you should go home," you said quietly.

Brandon's smirk faded as he heard your suggestion. He looked at you with an annoyed expression and spoke, "Why should I go home? I thought we were hanging out."

AJ stood up and walked over to Brandon; he couldn't take his attitude anymore.

"Dude, you've been disrespecting her and acting like a creep the entire time you've been here AJ said, his voice hardening. "You need to leave."

"No way," Brandon said. “Yn why are you letting him control what we do?"

AJ clenched his fists even tighter, ready to lash out at him.

"This has nothing to do with controlling anyone," AJ snapped back. "It's about respecting boundaries and making sure she feels comfortable. And you clearly don't care about that."

"I'm both of your friends. I don't see the problem," Brandon said. He stood up and took a step closer to you. "And why aren't you saying anything?"

The mood grew tense as Brandon got closer to you. AJ stepped between the two of you, ready to defend you if necessary.

"Back off, man," AJ warned. "She doesn't need to say anything. You're the one causing problems."

"Move out of the way, short boy," Brandon said to AJ.

AJ's anger flared even more as Brandon tried to push him aside.

"Don't call me that," AJ snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not moving. You're the one who needs to leave before I make you."

"Do you want to fight or something? I thought we were friends."

AJ gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.

"We're supposed to be friends," he said through clenched teeth. "But friends don't act like you do. They respect each other and respect boundaries."

AJ pointed a finger at Brandon, his eyes filled with anger. "If you don't leave now, I swear I'll make you."

"Then let's fight, you fucking bitch."

The anger in AJ's eyes intensified as he heard Brandon's words. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You really want to do this?" AJ said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll take you on."

"Guys, let's stop," you said worriedly.

AJ's heart softened at your pleading voice. His anger was replaced with worry for you. He knew you hated confrontations. He took a deep breath, his clenched fists slowly unclenching.

"Alright, calm down," he said, looking at Brandon. "We don't have to fight."

"Ugh, you pussy," Brandon said as he swung his fist at AJ's face.

Despite trying to de-escalate the situation, the unexpected blow caught AJ off guard. He stumbled backward as pain shot through his face. He touched his face gingerly, anger and pain replacing his previous demeanor.

"You son of a bitch," he spat, charging forward and tackling Brandon to the ground.

"Oh fuck," you said, running to get your phone to call for help.

AJ and Brandon continued to fight, fists flying and grunts of pain filling the air. It was a chaotic scene as the two boys rolled on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand. As you ran to get your phone, you heard the sound of crashing and muffled swearing.

You first called the cops, telling them about the situation with your two friends fighting, and then you called Niko, AJ's best friend, who knew how to handle any situation.

As you called the cops and Niko, the fighting continued. The sound of punches and grunts echoed through the room, mixed with the occasional thud as one boy tackled the other.

Within minutes, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder as the police got closer to your house.

You couldn't bear to look at the guys fighting on your floor, where there was probably blood and scattered items.

The sight of your once peaceful home now turned into a chaotic mess was overwhelming. Items were scattered everywhere, and the sight of blood and your two friends fighting made your heart ache. The sound of approaching sirens grew louder, signaling the arrival of the police, who were coming to break up the fight.

The fighting continued and got louder as the two boys struggled, each trying to pin the other down. When the police arrived, they burst through the front door and immediately took in the chaotic scene. They quickly separated AJ and Brandon, shouting at them to calm down and stop fighting.

The two boys were roughly pushed apart by the police. Both AJ and Brandon were breathing heavily, their faces bloodied and bruised. The room was a mess, and the officers glanced around, absorbing the disarray.

One of the officers approached you, noticing your worried expression. “Are you the one who called us?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. I’m Yn,” you replied.

The officer gave you a reassuring smile. “We appreciate the call. Can you tell us what happened here?”

“Brandon was acting weird the whole time we were hanging out,” you explained. “He asked me to do something sexual, and when I refused, AJ defended me. But then Brandon got physical and punched AJ.”

The officer listened intently as you recounted the events, his expression growing more serious. “Alright, I see,” he said, taking notes in a small notebook. “So, Brandon was making unwanted advances and became aggressive when his advances were rejected?”

“Yes, that’s what happened.”

The officer nodded, jotting down a few more notes before looking back up at you. “And who is AJ? The one who was defending you?”

“He’s my best friend.”

The officer nodded again, continuing to write in his notebook. “Alright, we’ll need to speak with him as well. Can you point him out to us?”

You pointed him out among the two boys, who stood beaten and bruised.

The officer followed your direction and spotted AJ, who was looking battered from the fight. He approached him, a serious look on his face. “Are you AJ?” he asked, confirming his identity.

AJ nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes, that’s me.”

The officer wrote down a few more details. “I need to ask you a few questions,” he said. “Can you tell me what led up to the fight?”

AJ took a deep breath, wincing as he did so. “We were hanging out at Yn’s place,” he explained. “And Brandon was making her uncomfortable. He was being weird and crossing boundaries.”

The officer nodded, listening closely. “And what happened next?”

“I tried to defend her,” AJ said. “I told him to back off and respect her boundaries. But Brandon didn’t listen and threw the first punch.”

The officer made a few more notes. “I understand,” he said. “And then the fight escalated?”

“Yeah, it did,” AJ confirmed. “We started fighting, and things got out of control.”

The officer nodded, continuing to take down AJ’s statement. “Alright, I think I have enough information for now,” he said. “We’ll need to take a statement from Brandon as well.”

Just then, Niko arrived at Yn’s house, looking shocked.

Niko walked into the chaotic scene, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the bloodied and beaten boys and the scattered items on the floor. “What the hell happened here?” he asked, looking around in disbelief.

You led Niko out of the house and explained the situation.

Niko listened intently as you told him about what had unfolded. Anger flashed in his eyes when he heard about Brandon’s inappropriate behavior and the ensuing fight. “That jerk,” he muttered, clenching his fists. “I can’t believe Brandon would do that to you. How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine, really, just worried about AJ,” you said, glancing back at the door.

Niko placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “AJ is tough,” he said confidently. “He can handle himself. He was just defending you.”

“Besides,” Niko added with a smirk, “Brandon got it worse, didn’t he?”

“I was too scared to look,” you said, laughing.

Niko chuckled along with you, but his expression softened. “Hey, you don’t have to be scared,” he said. “AJ can take care of himself. He’s been in worse fights before.”

“Jeez, don’t remind me of his fights,” you said, walking back into the house to check on AJ.

Niko chuckled again as he followed you. He knew AJ had a history of getting into scraps, but he also knew his best friend was good at defending himself. As you both walked back into the living room, Niko spotted AJ sitting on the couch, looking roughed up but overall alright.

AJ looked up as you and Niko walked in. He managed a weak smile, his face still bruised and battered. “Hey,” he greeted you, his voice hoarse.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting down on the couch beside him and grabbing his hand.

AJ squeezed your hand back, his grip weak but reassuring. “I’ll be fine,” he promised. “Nothing a few ice packs can’t fix.”

Niko stood off to the side, watching the interaction between you and AJ with a smirk on his face.

“I was worried, you know.”

AJ’s expression softened as he looked at you. “I know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t want things to get out of control like that.”

“Niko, what are you doing here?” AJ asked.

Niko chuckled, crossing his arms. “I heard what went down and had to come check on my best friend,” he said, grinning. “Looks like things got pretty intense in here.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty intense for me to clean up,” you said, laughing.

AJ chuckled weakly, wincing slightly as he did so. “Sorry about the mess,” he said apologetically. “We kind of made a wreck in here.”

Niko chimed in, still smirking. “Yeah, looks like a hurricane went through here.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Niko’s remark, picturing the chaotic scene before you. AJ rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, very funny,” he said dryly, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“If you’re okay to leave with the police, we can go get you some medicine at the doctor.”

AJ nodded, wincing as he moved to get up from the couch. “Yeah, I’m good to go,” he said, standing up with a grimace. “I could use some medicine for the throbbing pain.”

“Yeah, alright,” you said, and then heard a “Hey Yn!” yell from Brandon, who was standing in the kitchen with the police, now in cuffs.

You turned your head toward the kitchen where Brandon was being held by the police. He called out your name, and you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest. AJ’s grip on your hand tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. Niko stepped closer to you as well, ready to defend you if needed.

The police officer gave Brandon a warning look, but he seemingly ignored it and kept talking.

Brandon shot a glare at AJ, who stood by your side, before addressing you again. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice full of entitlement.

“I think we’re good, Brandon.”

Brandon’s expression hardened as you spoke, clearly unhappy with your response. He strained against the cuffs, trying to make his way toward you. “No, I’m not done talking,” he insisted, his voice rising. “I need to talk to you, alone.”

“Maybe another day,” you said, walking away.

Brandon looked at you with a mix of anger and desperation, frustrated that you wouldn’t give him the attention he felt he deserved. “You can’t just walk away! I’m not done talking to you!” he called after you. The police officer intervened, restraining Brandon and trying to calm him down.

You jumped in the car and drove AJ to the clinic with Niko tagging along.

The ride to the clinic was mostly silent, save for the sound of AJ’s occasional winces of pain. Niko sat in the backseat, stealing sidelong glances at you and AJ every now and then, noticing the concern etched on your face.

As you arrived at the clinic, you helped AJ out of the car and guided him into the waiting room. The receptionist took one look at the state of his face and immediately ushered you to a private room. Niko stayed nearby, watching quietly as the doctor examined AJ and administered some medicine for his pain.

The doctor looked over AJ’s injuries, checking his face and other areas where he took the brunt of the hits. “You got yourself into quite the fight, didn’t you?” the doctor remarked as he applied some ointment to a particularly nasty cut on AJ’s forehead.

“Not one your girlfriend would approve of,” the doctor said, looking at you.

You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks at the doctor’s comment and couldn’t help but glance over at Niko and AJ, who were both silently watching you.

AJ chuckled weakly, wincing as the doctor dabbed more ointment on his face. Niko, on the other hand, smirked, clearly enjoying the flustered expression on your face.

The doctor, oblivious to your actual relationship status with AJ, continued to chat with you, making assumptive comments regarding your supposed relationship. “So, how long have you two been together?” he asked, as he wrapped a bandage around AJ’s bruised knuckles.

“We’ve been friends for 9 years.”

The doctor looked surprised, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. “Oh, I see,” he said, seemingly confused. “You’re just friends?”

He finished wrapping the bandage on AJ’s knuckles and looked at you with a somewhat perplexed expression. “I just assumed, given how he’s defending you and how concerned you look,” he added, gesturing toward AJ, who was quietly sitting on the examination table.

You looked at AJ, but he was looking down.

AJ kept his gaze fixated on the floor, seemingly lost in thought. He didn’t seem to want to engage in the conversation about your relationship, preferring to let you answer the doctor’s questions.

Niko, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chuckled silently. He knew the truth about your relationship with AJ and found the doctor’s assumptions amusing.

“Well, here is his ointment, and make sure to change his bandages. This is the pain medicine he will be taking for the next week. You’re free to go,” said the doctor.

The doctor handed you a small paper bag containing the ointment and prescription medication for AJ. Niko stepped forward as you helped AJ off the examination table, ready to drive you all back home.

“Thanks, Doc,” AJ said hoarsely, his voice still raw from the earlier fight.

The doctor nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he spoke. “Take it easy the next few days. I’d advise avoiding any more fights.”

“Easier said than done,” AJ replied with a lopsided grin, wincing slightly as he did so. Niko chuckled beside you, shaking his head amusedly.

As they walked back to the car, you said, “AJ, are you okay going back to your house alone, or do you want to stay with me or Niko?”

AJ considered your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he weighed his options. He looked over at Niko, who had an eyebrow raised, waiting curiously for his answer. Then he looked back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. “Can I stay over at your place?” he asked finally, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

“Wow, you don’t want to stay with your best friend?” Niko said.

AJ chuckled weakly, rolling his eyes at Niko. “I’m tired and bruised, and I know she’ll take better care of me than you will,” he said jokingly, gesturing toward you.

“Okay then, let’s go back home so Niko can pick up his car,” you said, getting in the driver’s seat.

Niko mock-pouted, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I can be very nurturing,” he protested lightheartedly. AJ snickered as he slid into the passenger seat beside you.

As you all reached home, Niko said his goodbyes and drove back home. Then you and AJ walked into the big mess of his second home.

As you and AJ entered his place, you were struck by the disarray that had resulted from the earlier fight. The remnants of the struggle were still visible, with scattered items on the floor and signs of furniture being knocked over. AJ winced visibly as he looked around at the mess. “Sorry about this,” he apologized quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” Yn said. “You can sleep in my bed tonight, and I’ll treat you in there.”

AJ looked at you, his expression softening at your offer.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice a bit raspy. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

“You’re more important right now; it’ll be fine,” Yn said, guiding AJ to her bed.

AJ followed you obediently, wincing slightly with every step as his body still ached from the earlier fight. He plopped onto your bed, a tired sigh escaping his lips.

He leaned back against the pillows, wincing as he shifted to a more comfortable position. His expression was a mixture of fatigue, pain, and a hint of vulnerability. It was clear that the events of the night had taken a toll on him.

“Are you too tired to eat anything, or do you want some soup?”

AJ thought for a moment, considering his stomach. Despite his weary state, he was feeling a bit hungry. “Some soup would be great,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse. “But only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“You’re good, AJ,” Yn said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek as she walked out of the room to make him some soup.

As you left the room, heading to the kitchen, AJ’s hand instinctively reached up to touch his cheek where your lips had just grazed him. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He settled back against the pillows, his heart rate slightly higher than before.

Ever since high school, AJ had harbored feelings for you. But the fear of ruining the strong bond that you had built as best friends over the years held him back from expressing his true emotions. He valued your friendship immensely and didn’t want to risk losing it by confessing his love.

Around 15 minutes later, Yn came back with the soup. “Here, eat up,” she said, sitting on the bed with the bowl in her hand and a spoon in the other, pointing it to his mouth.

AJ shifted a little, sitting up straighter against the pillows as you approached with the soup. He opened his mouth obediently as you fed him the first spoonful. The soup’s warmth soothed his sore throat, and he swallowed gratefully. “Thanks,” he mumbled quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

“Mhm,” Yn continued to feed him until the bowl was empty, then placed it on the bedside table.

With the bowl now empty, you placed it on the bedside table, your attention returning to AJ, who was now settling back against the pillows. He looked a bit more relaxed and at ease now, his earlier tension fading away. However, you still noticed a hint of discomfort on his face.

“You have some pajamas that you left here the last time you spent the night. Do you want to wear them?”

AJ nodded slightly, his voice still raspy as he replied, “Yeah, that’d be good,” he said quietly. “These clothes I’m currently wearing aren’t the most comfortable for sleeping in.”

You stood up from the bed and headed to your closet, searching for the pajamas that AJ had left behind on his previous stay. After a moment, you found them folded neatly: a comfortable pair of soft flannel pants and a loose-fitting shirt.

You brought the pajamas back to the bed, handing them over to AJ. “Here you go,” you said. “These should be more comfortable.”

“Do you need help putting them on?”

AJ considered your offer for a moment, his pride slightly reluctant to accept help. However, the pain and exhaustion from the day’s events were weighing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to move freely without wincing. He let out a small sigh and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do,” he admitted sheepishly.

You sat on the edge of the bed next to AJ, helping him carefully remove his current clothes. He winced slightly as you aided him, the movement causing pain to flare up in his bruised body.

Once he was undressed, you helped him put on the soft pajama pants first, followed by the loose-fitting shirt. The material felt cool and comfortable against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief as he settled back against the pillows.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice a bit hoarse. He adjusted his position slightly, trying to find a comfortable spot that would alleviate some of the pain in his bruised body.

“Okay, I’ll be back. I’m just going to change and get ready for bed.”

AJ nodded, watching as you headed out of the room to change into your own pajamas. Despite his weary state, his heart was still pounding from the feeling of your close proximity earlier when you helped him change.

He tried to steady his breathing as he waited for you to return, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of fatigue, pain, and the lingering emotions he felt for you.

Yn came back with her pink nightgown on and her face freshly washed. “Do you need anything before I go sleep on the couch?”

AJ looked at you as you entered the room, his eyes taking in your appearance in your nightdress. A pang of disappointment shot through him as you mentioned sleeping on the couch. He shook his head slightly, a hint of pleading in his eyes. “Stay,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Can’t you sleep in here?”

“With you?”

AJ nodded slightly, his expression earnest. “Yeah, with me.” Despite his pain and fatigue, there was a hint of desperation in his eyes, a desire to have you close by his side.

“Umm, okay,” she said, turning off the lights and crawling beside him.

As you turned off the lights and climbed into bed beside AJ, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The comfort of your presence next to him was both soothing and stirring, causing his heart rate to pick up again.

He shifted a little, his body still aching, and looked over at you in the dim light.

With you so close to him, AJ felt a wave of emotions wash over him. The warmth of your body next to him, the scent of your hair, and the memory of your touch earlier all combined to make his heart beat faster. His eyes searched your face in the dim light, and he swallowed hard before finally speaking. “I need to tell you something,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

“Tell me,” Yn said, turning to him.

AJ took a deep breath, his heart drumming loudly in his chest. “I… I have feelings for you,” he confessed quietly. “More than just friends. For a long time.” He clenched his fists, his eyes never leaving your face, trying to gauge your reaction to his confession.

The silence in the room was deafening as he waited anxiously for your response. The pain in his bruised body seemed to fade into the background as he focused all his attention on your reaction to his confession.

“AJ, really?”

AJ’s breath caught in his chest as you spoke, his heart clenching nervously. He nodded slowly, keeping his gaze locked with yours. “Yes, really,” he replied hoarsely. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but I was always too scared to tell you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.

AJ’s eyes widened slightly as you leaned in to kiss him. His heart skipped a beat as your lips met his, a mixture of surprise and relief flooding through him. He returned the kiss hungrily, his hands moving to gently cup your face. Despite his bruised and battered body, the pain was momentarily forgotten as the world around them seemed to melt away.

Yn pulled away. “I’ve liked you ever since we became friends.”

AJ’s eyes searched your face, a mixture of bewilderment and joy etched on his features. “You have?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “All this time… you felt the same way too?”

“Mhm,” she laughed.

AJ let out a disbelieving chuckle, a warm smile spreading across his face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing; you had liked him all this time. His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet filled with affection. “Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

“Well, of course, I was too scared to say anything.”

AJ nodded, his expression understanding and compassionate. “I know the feeling,” he admitted, his smile filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “I was scared too.” He let out a small sigh, his body shifting a little closer to yours. “We’re idiots, you know that?” he said with a weary chuckle.

“I guess so. We know each other so well but couldn’t spot when we liked each other,” Yn said, laughing.

AJ chuckled in agreement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “And look at us now. Finally confessing to each other in the middle of the night with bruised bodies,” he said, shaking his head softly.

“I can’t believe you guys fought today. All that mess in my house.”

AJ winced slightly as he remembered the fight, guilt creeping into his expression. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I just…” His voice trailed off, his jaw clenching as he thought about the reason for the fight.

“It’s fine. I should be saying thank you, honestly. You protected me.”

AJ smiled weakly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Of course I’d protect you,” he said quietly. “I care about you a lot.” He reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers lacing gently with yours.

“Well, don’t do it all the time. I don’t like to see you in pain,” she laughed, holding on to AJ’s hand and bringing it up to her lips to kiss his bruised knuckles.

AJ chuckled softly, wincing only slightly as you gently kissed his bruised knuckles. “No promises, princess,” he teased, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. “I’ll always protect you, even if it means getting battered and bruised. I can’t help it.”

“Alright, stink, let’s go to bed.”

AJ chuckled at your nickname for him, a small smile still on his lips. “Yeah, let’s go to bed,” he agreed, shifting slightly to get comfortable. His body was still aching, but the pain didn’t seem as overwhelming now that you were close. “Goodnight, princess,” he murmured as he closed his eyes, still holding onto your hand.

“Goodnight, AJ.”

AJ drifted off to sleep, his hand still holding onto yours. His breathing stabilized, and his face softened as tiredness took over. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of his steady breathing.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Fairytale | Karl Jacobs

Karl takes you on a fake date... or is it? wc: 2.6k (so I got a little carried away) an: I had a lot of fun writing this!! I got into the flow very quickly but it may be noticeable that I wrote the ending first and for that I apologize. Anyway, enjoy everyone! Dedicated to @briceyj! thanks for the request darling!

It was no secret that you had the biggest crush on Karl Jacobs since the two of you were teenagers. 

The minute he sat down at your table at lunch and asked if you were going to his friend's party that weekend had your heart swept away and kept in his hold all this time. 

You were still shocked you remembered in perfect detail how you met your best friend of so many years. The rest of your first meetings in friendships washed away with time but this one had always stood so clear in your mind. Quite literally from day one, Karl Jacobs was different to you. 

Fast forward all these years later and you were still hung up on Karl but had tried many times to get over or ignore the simmering feelings in your chest. Your latest attempt? Damien. 

You and Damien had gone out a couple of times and you really did enjoy spending time with him but you both admitted to having zero spark. He was hung up on his ex and you? You were still thinking about Karl. 

It didn’t hurt any less though, so you found yourself wallowing in self pity, eating ice cream, and hoarding yourself up in your apartment. 

“(y/n)!” you hear a banging on your front door accompanied by the sound of your best friend's voice and you shrink away from the noise. 

Karl had had his fair share of helping you get over a breakup and you hated that he was always the one to see you at your worst. Flowing tears, snotty noses, messy hair, baggy clothes, the whole nine yards and every single time he asked ‘what can i do?’ your heart cracked open just a bit more. 

Karl finds your spare key hidden away and lets himself into your apartment. He kicks his shoes off and shuts the door again before seeking you out in your living room. 

“Go away,” you half murmur, tugging your blanket further up so it hides your face. 

“What happened pretty girl?” Karl asks, ignoring your request and sitting down on the couch next to you. 

He pulls the blanket out of your grasp and your shiny eyes meet his concerned brown ones. You can’t help but wonder if this is the way things would always be, you a damsel in distress and Karl showing up as your prince once more to save you from your heartbreak. 

“We broke up,” you supply, shifting to a sitting position and pulling your knees in close to create a physical distance from Karl. If you didn’t, you might do something dumb like pull him close and beg him to never leave you. 

“You deserve so much better than all this,” Karl sighs and your heart clenches at his words.

Karl vowed from the very first day he met you that he would keep you in his life no matter what. You were a ray of sunshine, a light in the darkness, the apple to his eye, every single other cliche in the book he could think of to describe what you meant to him. 

Unfortunately, this also meant hiding his real feelings for you so nothing could ruin your friendship. 

He stood by you all these years, picking up the pieces of your heart after every wrong guy came into your life and destroyed it. He wanted to hold each piece, sew them back together and hold onto it so you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

But he also knew that he couldn’t lose you. He’d wait a million years for you if it meant that he was still graced with your presence each day. 

“I have an idea,” Karl says, pulling you back to the present and not the sweet words your best friend had said moments before. 

“I’m taking you out on a date,” he declares and you choke on your own spit for a moment, sputtering and coughing until you’re settled and seeing the earnestness on Karl’s face. 

“You’re what?” 

“I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow. You deserve the world and I want to show you how a real man should be treating you,” he explains. 

Your heart twists, jumps to your throat before flinging itself down into your stomach and rolling like a stone before forming wings and kicking back around your stomach again. How did he always know exactly what to say and do to make you feel better? It was like the cosmos themselves had come to tell you that this was your soulmate and he would always be there for you. 

“So, you wanna take me on a date?” you ask, still uncertain that you’re actually hearing Karl speak and this isn’t a cruel dream. 

“I’ll pick you up at 6.” 

When Karl steps out of your apartment the sound of the door clicking shut behind him pulls him down to earth again. Did he just informally ask you out? Did you say yes? Was he actually taking you on a date tomorrow? None of it could possibly be real. 

However, Karl is well awake and energetic as he drives home and plans out every second of the perfect date he would take you on and pray by the end of it, it wasn’t a fake date anymore. 

You’ve been panicking all day long. 

You’ve switched outfits three times, taken two showers, and drank far too much coffee that has only quadrupled your anxiety. Karl would be here in 20 minutes and you were on your last outfit. A light blue sundress and white sandals with your favorite pieces of jewelry to make it a bit cuter. You take a last look in the mirror and just as you’re picking up your purse a knock on your door sounds. 

You check the time to see its six o'clock on the dot and you smile widely. You had gotten used to the routine of guys showing up late, texting you ‘here’ and sitting in their car the entire time. To be honest, this was already the best date you had been on in a while and it hasn’t even started yet. 

You swing open your front door and it takes all of your self control not to audibly gasp at Karl. He stands in a dark gray t-shirt, black jeans, sneakers, and a chain around his neck. In his hands is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and on his face, an almost nervous smile. 

“Hi,” you greet, nerves fluttering through your veins. 

“Hi,” he responds and for a moment the two of you take the appearance of the other in. 

“So,” he utters and you snap out of your trance. 

“Right! Sorry,” you apologize. 

Karl watches as you take the flowers from his hand and follows when you gesture for him to come into your apartment. His eyes trail your figure as you move quickly, placing the bouquet in a vase filled with water before turning back towards him. 

God you were beautiful. 

“Ready to go?” Karl asks nervously and your smile washes over him like the sun shining after a long winter. 

He holds his hand out to you and you nod, slipping your hand into his. A zap of electricity flows through both of you as Karl leads you out of the apartment and you’re one hundred percent certain this is already the best date ever. 

Karl leads you to his car and when you get there you automatically reach for the door handle. Karl is quick to block your movement though, shaking his head as he reaches for the door. 

“A girl as beautiful as you should never have to open a door.” 

Your heart flutters and buzzes throughout your chest at his words and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. You step into the car and watch as Karl shuts your door before getting in on his side. 

“Where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise,” he says, winking at you when you meet his eye and a giggle escapes your lips. 

The drive to your destination feels like five seconds and five years all at once. Time always feels like it slows down whenever Karl is around and you find yourself focusing on every movement, every breath, every word he says and letting it sink into your being so you can hold onto it. 

Finally, you pull up to the restaurant, a gorgeous Italian place that you had been talking about wanting to go to since it opened. Your face beams and when you look over to Karl, he’s already grinning at you. 

That smile. 

Even when it wasn’t directed towards you it still felt like you were on another planet. The image transcends space and time and releases a joy unlike any other. 

Karl slides out of the car, rushing over to grab your door and holds a hand out to help you. He feels that same electricity when your hands touch and it makes him feel giddy like he just chugged a monster and all the energy slams him at once. 

He leads you into the restaurant, the inside being far more gorgeous than the outside could ever convey and a waiter takes you to your semi secluded booth. Karl being the gentleman he has been all night, helps you slide into the booth before getting in on his side. 

Every move and every thing Karl has done or said since he picked you up has been just right. He knew exactly how to treat you and make your stomach twirl happily at the simplest things. You couldn’t remember the last time a guy treated you this well and the thought makes you sad for a moment. 

“What’s up?” Karl asks, noticing your shift of emotions as he hands you a menu before taking one for himself. 

“Just thinking that this is probably the best date i’ve ever been on,” you say and Karl tilts his head in confusion. 

“I’ve never had a guy treat me this well,” you shrug and Karl’s face falls. “Even on a fake date.” 

Instead of saying anything, Karl reaches across and takes your hand in his. He squeezes lightly before running a thumb back and forth over your skin. 

“Good evening! My name is Melissa and I’ll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I get you guys something to drink?” 

You order your drinks and make small talk until the waitress comes back and takes your food order as well. 

“I don’t want to sound too forward,” she says and you and Karl look up to meet her eye. “But you guys are truly such a cute couple.” 

Your smile widens and you can’t help but look away at her declaration. The fact that you and Karl even looked like a perfect couple made your heart race. 

“Thank you! I’m sure lucky to have a gorgeous girl like her,” Karl responds and your heart flares out, skips a beat, and then reigns back in again. 

When she walks away again, Karl’s eyes meet yours and you feel yourself heat up under his gaze. 

“What?” 

“Just enjoying the view,” he responds with ease. 

Dinner goes by quickly with you and Karl keeping conversation the whole time. You talk about anything and everything and there’s never a dull moment. Maybe this is why everyone says your significant other should also be your best friend. 

“Are we ready for the check?” Your waitress asks and Karl nods. 

She sets it down before walking away and you automatically start to reach for it. Just as your hand hovers over the black check holder, Karl pushes your hand out of the way. 

“No way,” he says, pulling the check towards him. 

“At least let me get the tip,” you bargain. You weren’t trying to be annoying, you just genuinely hated when other people paid for things for you without you chipping in even a little bit. 

“I asked you out so I will pay,” he explains and you finally pull your hand back. 

After Karl pays, the two of you head out and back towards his car. You’re thinking about how you never want this date to end as Karl opens your car door and helps you in again. 

When he gets in and starts to drive off, you hum along to the music and enjoy the quiet for a minute. Your brain overturns every tiny detail of the night and you’re already giddy thinking about it all. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Hmm?” Karl says, glancing at you for a second before focusing on the road again. 

“Why take me out? Do all this nice stuff?” The look on Karl’s face flips to a frown and you keep talking to explain yourself better. 

“We’re best friends. Why take me on a fake date and show me how men are supposed to act? You could have just bought me ice cream and watched sad movies with me to make me feel better.” 

“Well,” Karl starts, unsure how to answer your question without revealing his true intentions. But also, wasn’t that kind of the point of all this? 

“Who said it was a fake date?” 

You get out of the car for the final time, Karl refusing to waste a second pulls your hand into his and intertwines your fingers. It occurs to you in that moment that possibly, just maybe, Karl did like you the same way you liked him and the world became a bit clearer with the idea. 

The walk to your apartment is slow and you’re wishing it could last forever with Karl’s hand holding yours perfectly tight. Your heartbeat has tripled since leaving the car and you wonder if Karl can feel it through your connected hands. 

You finally reach your apartment door and you find yourself turning to lean your back against it as Karl stands before you, hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans. Your eyes survey his stance and for a moment you wonder if he’s nervous. 

“So?” Karl asks, nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“Today was a fairytale,” you sigh out, not caring if your true feelings for Karl are being exposed at the moment. 

“Really?” 

“It was perfect,” you smile earnestly up at the taller boy and his cheeks flush red at your words. 

“I’m glad.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you quickly realize Karl’s superpower of slow motion is activating once more as he steps closer, one hand reaching for your waist and the other, agonizingly slow rests against your cheek. 

He searches your eyes for any hesitation but all you do is match his gaze and his heart leaps from his chest into your hands. He takes what is hopefully a subtle deep breath before leaning in. 

You were sure this had to be true love. You had fallen head first for Karl the moment you saw him but the way his lips mold against yours and move as if they always belonged there has you thinking about soulmates, weddings, old age, all of it all at once faster than you can comprehend. 

Karl could only describe this moment as magical. It had to be magic, right? How could someone like you fall for someone like him? Regardless, he knew this kiss was magical and easily the only thing he’ll think about for the rest of his life. 

You break apart when both of you have pulled all the air out of each other's lungs but Karl doesn’t move too far. He hesitates before resting his forehead gently against yours and you watch as his eyes flutter shut. 

“I get what you mean by fairytale now,” he whispers and you giggle against him. 

“Feels like a fairytale for sure.” 

[corpsehusband-simp]

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　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Matt and Y/N being in love.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons, @myfavoritesstuff, @dracoflaco and @ecliphttlunar

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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8 minutes of cute moments between Matt Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.

1st minute - "Trying Japanese snacks with our parents!!!":

The triplets were recording a video where they tried different snacks from Japan, and their parents were participating of it as guests, just like Y/N - which was nothing new, since the girl made at least a small appearance in every video from the triplets channel.

The six of them were around one side of the kitchen table, and all the snacks that would be used in the video rested on it. Y/N stood next to Mary Lou with her head resting on her shoulder, while the woman's left arm wrapped around her waist affectionately.

Matt was explaining to the camera about the snack they were going to eat next, when the girl raised her head slightly, pointing with her left hand at the only glass of water on the table, which was in front of Mary Lou.

"It's yours, right? Can I have a sip, please?" The girl asked her mother-in-law, receiving a big smile and a nod in response.

"Of course, go ahead!"

Y/N smiled back, picking the glass and taking a generous sip. Before she could take another one, Chris suddenly interrupted her, cutting off Matt's sentence.

"Someone's invisalign is in that water." Chris pointed to the glass, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his sister-in-law drinking the water from there.

Y/N stopped her hand holding the glass in the air, her eyes widening comically as her cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.

"What?" Her voice came out high-pitched, her eyes going from Chris to the glass repeatedly.

"Oh my God, babe, it was mine!" Matt pointed out, a laugh escaping his mouth, followed by Mary Lou, who curved her spine slightly as she laughed, trying to apologize.

"Ew, ew, ew." Y/N mumbled repeatedly, dropping the glass on the table with a loud clinck. She began her steps towards the sink, ready to give her mouth a thorough rinse.

Her steps were interrupted by Matt, who lightly pulled her into his arms, hugging her from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist as he rested his chin on her head, an amused look still in his eyes.

Y/N let out a groan, trying to free herself from Matt's arms, wanting to clean her mouth.

"No need for all that, baby. You've had worse in your mouth." Matt threw, his voice loud enough for everyone there to hear.

Nick let out a dramatic scream, covering his ears with his hands quickly, a look of fear taking over his features. Chris's eyes widened momentarily before laughter escaped his mouth, followed by Jimmy, who patted Matt's shoulder. Mary Lou raised her eyebrows at the couple, shaking her head playfully.

Y/N opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes widening as she stopped fighting against his hold. She felt her face burn with embarrassment, her mind still processing what her boyfriend had just blurted out in front of his parents, siblings, and camera.

"Matt!"

"I'm kidding, baby. I'm sorry." Matt said, his tone full of amusement, showing that he wasn't sorry at all for what he said.

The brunette lowered his face, resting his right cheek on Y/N's right shoulder with his face toward her neck, sealing her jaw repeatedly, exhaling the natural scent of her skin as he tightened his arms around her, throwing a playful wink towards the camera.

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2nd minute - Silent treatment:

The triplets and Y/N were at Target buying the drinks that the boys would use in the channel's next video. Nick had his vlog camera in hand, recording bits of their little trip, just like they used to do.

The four of them had decided to split up to optimize their time, as Y/N needed to get some things that had run out at their house. With that, Y/N and Matt went one way, while Nick and Chris went the other.

At some point, Y/N approached Chris and Nick with a giant pout on her lips and arms crossed, her heavy steps against the floor drawing their attention.

"Uh oh, what happened?" Nick asked upon noticing her upset expression, focusing the camera lens on her face while frowning in confusion.

"Matt is ignoring me." Her pout deepened, her eyes dropping to the floor momentarily. "I just wanted to get a Diet Coke, but he said we would get that later and that the focus now was on the video stuff." She explained in a defeated tone. "But I said I felt like it, and he told me to stay quiet and just do what you said, and then he started ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment-"

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her, her eyes quickly looking up to the source of it, seeing Matt approaching with a basket with 10 cans of assorted drinks, and at least 15 cans of Diet Coke.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears when she saw him and what he had picked, lowering her crossed arms and watching him with hopeful eyes.

"Matt! What did we talk about giving the silent treatment when you're mad?" Chris raised his eyebrows, resting his hands on his waist in a playfully confrontational gesture.

The brunette rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him and approaching his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, babe. It was childish of me to ignore you. But look, I got you a bunch of Diet Coke." Matt asked, lifting the basket with the cans before looking into Y/N's eyes, frowning in concern when he saw them teary. "Oh no, don't cry, pretty girl. I'm sorry."

Matt's tone was desperate, his hands dropping the basket onto the floor before wrapping around Y/N, pulling her into a tight hug. He pressed her head against his chest, lowering his own and sealing her temple for long seconds, whispering "I love you" repeatedly, pressing several kisses to the same spot.

"Ugh, how can you two be so disgusting even when you're fighting?" Nick's voice sounded from behind the camera, the lens shaking as he suddenly turned around, leaving that aisle and pulling Chris with him.

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3rd minute - Y/N's birthday:

It was Y/N's birthday, and at her own request, the celebration was being something small, just a little thing with her closest friends, at her house - which she shared with the triplets, one of them being her beloved boyfriend -, without alcoholic drinks, but with several different snacks and sweets, as well as a pink cake, heart shaped and covered in glitter.

It was time to sing the happy birthday song and Nick quickly fished his phone out of the back pocket of his baggy jeans, opening the camera and setting it to record, wanting to keep the memory forever.

"Baby, can you stay by my side?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her eyes focused on her boyfriend, Matt, as she was already standing behind the table in their kitchen.

The cake was in the center with two pink candles filled with pearls in the shape of her new age on top, surrounded by sweets and snacks, as well as several drinks filled with edible glitter and dishes in different shades of pink.

Matt smiled at her request, his cheeks taking on a reddish color in shyness and love, walking over to his girlfriend and positioning himself next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist automatically.

"Wait, let me light it." The brunette interrupted Y/N's next movements, who was ready to light the candles.

Matt quickly did so before straightening up, nodding as he heard everyone start singing the "Happy birthday" song, while clapping and smiling at the couple.

The boy tightened his arm around Y/N, lowering his head so that his lips approached the side of her forehead, sealing her skin for a long time while humming the song along with everyone.

"Happy birthday, pretty girl."

It was Y/N's birthday, but it was Matt who was getting an amazing gift for the fifth year in a row.

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4th minute - Guess the triplets by zoom in pics:

The triplets were finishing the video where they had limited time rounds to guess who it was in the photos shown, just by a small part of their body or face.

"Before we finish, we want to do something different. We'll call Y/N so she can play a round alone. But the trick is: we'll tell her that these are random photos of the three of us, but actually, we'll just show photos of me." Matt explained in a low tone, his face closer to the camera so that the lens captured his words, an eager smile decorating his face.

While the brunette talked to the lens, Chris did the job of calling Y/N and explaining what she would have to do, taking her into the frame after Matt finished speaking.

Y/N smiled slightly at the camera, waving quickly before sitting down in one of the two chairs set up behind the table, keeping her arms on the wooden surface and looking at the triplets expectantly.

"Okay, Y/N, are you ready?" Nick began, scrolling his thumb through the separate photos in a folder in his phone's gallery, before clicking on one. He zoomed in on an almost unrecognizable area, turning the device towards Y/N, showing her the screen. "Who's-"

"Matt." Y/N interrupted Nick abruptly, slamming her hand on the table right after, momentarily forgetting that she needed to tap there before saying the answer.

Chris raised his eyebrows from behind the camera, approaching Nick and looking at the photo quickly over his right shoulder, before taking the device from his hand and searching for the next picture, looking for one that was just as difficult.

"Okay, you got it right, but that one was too easy. Let's see something different." Chris smiled sideways, covering the phone screen with his free hand so that no one but himself could see what he was doing.

Matt rolled his eyes, smirking as his eyes met Y/N's, watching her cheeks take on a red hue under his intense gaze.

A few seconds later, Chris finally chose the photo, zooming in on the area most unlikely to be recognized before doing the same process as Nick, showing it to Y/N.

The girl looked at it for a few milliseconds before slamming the same hand on the table.

"Matt. Again." She smiled smugly, lifting her chin in the air in pride.

Matt let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands momentarily, entering the camera frame, and walking up to his girlfriend's back.

He leaned forward slightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and laying his head in the crook of her neck, before repeatedly kissing her cheek.

Y/N smiled in shyness at his loving gestures, feeling confused by the sudden actions.

"I said my girlfriend knew me as well as I knew myself." Matt spoke to his brothers behind the camera, smiling into the lens in excitement.

"Wait, was that a prank?"

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5th minute - "We bought the zoo for a day":

The triplets and Y/N were at the zoo for 24 hours, a way of thanking the fans of the Sturniolo Triplets channel for making them reach 6 million subscribers.

Y/N felt over the moon, having grown up with a huge passion for all types of animals, made her enthusiasm triple every time her eyes met a different animal, dangerous or not.

The four were in the zoo's tour car, accompanied by their guide, who stopped in front of certain groups of animals from time to time and briefly explained their species and main characteristics.

Nick and Chris, who were sitting in the seats behind the front ones, listened intently to the guide as they recorded themselves and their surroundings, often focusing the lens on the couple in the seats behind them, Y/N and Matt.

Matt nodded his head every few minutes, wanting to show the guide through the rearview mirror that he was listening to him and understanding his explanation, while his eyes fixed on each of the animals shown.

A huge smile decorated his face, accompanied by his pupils that seemed to shine bright. Y/N's right arm was around his waist, keeping him close.

Her hand caressed his covered skin lightly, gently squeezing it every time she felt him jump in place excitedly, or when he simply waved at the animals, whispering "hi" or "bye's".

God, how she loved him.

The camera, focused on Nick at the moment, captured the image of the two in the background, recording the cuteness of the couple, who seemed to be in candy land.

Y/N leaned into Matt's side from time to time, her pupils dilating as they ran over his excited, awe-like features. She sealed her lips over his cheeks and jaw every minute, whispering against his skin how much she loved him and adored seeing him that happy.

The girl also laid her head on Matt's right shoulder sometimes, squeezing her arm around him and pulling him closer - if that was even possible.

That only intensified Matt's happiness, who smiled so big that his eyes closed, shrugging his shoulders in shyness and enthusiasm.

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6th minute - Disgustingly cute:

Nick and Chris were in the living room as they spoke to the camera, explaining what they would do in that vlog, which would be posted next Wednesday.

Chris remembered that they had to call for Matt, commenting that the boy was still in his room and that they had been calling for him for over 20 minutes already.

Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something like "I don't know what I did to deserve this shit" in an ironic tone, walking quickly to Matt's bedroom door, turning the camera so that the lens captured the environment inside.

His free hand worked on turning the handle, pushing it quickly, hoping to give Matt a scare.

He just didn't expect to see Y/N still lying in bed - which left him confused, as he imagined that the girl would already be at the market, since there were some things that had run out on their house and she told him that she would get new ones while they were filming.

The girl was dressed in the clothes she would wear to go out, her makeup and hair done, and her face carrying a defeated expression. Meanwhile, Matt was lying on top of her, all of his weight against Y/N's body.

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, only the sight of curly brown hair apparent. His back rose and fell slowly, on the rhythm of his calm breath.

Matt's body was covered by the sweatshirt set he would be wearing for the video, and Nick quickly understood that they were ready for the day, Y/N about to leave, when Matt interrupted her for a lovey dovey session.

Y/N had her eyes closed and a smile resting on her face, seeming to dive into the moment. Her right hand was in Matt's hair, and her fingers threaded through his curls, massaging his scalp. While her left hand was on his back, traveling from his shoulders down to the small of his back, and back up again.

Every second, it was possible to see Matt moving his head slightly, and a sound of lips sealing against skin sounded throughout the room, making it clear that he was kissing Y/N's cheek or neck.

Whispers of "I love you" and sweet nothings were occasionally released from their lips.

"Matt, I'm going to fire you if you don't get up now and do your job." Nick's voice sounded like thunder between the four walls, scaring the couple.

Matt quickly sat down between Y/N's legs, turning towards the door with wide eyes, while Y/N opened her own eyes abruptly, her right hand flying to her chest, feeling her heart racing under her skin.

"You are crazy." Matt shook his head, moving to get up from the bed, casting a sad glance at Y/N, longing to return to her arms.

"And you guys are disgusting." Chris added, smiling roguishly, letting it know that it was a joke. "Y/N makes Matt a softie. She has him on a leash, I swear."

"Shut up, Chris."

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7th minute - Gamer boyfriend:

Y/N felt her shoulders heavy from the extremely busy day at work. All the tasks placed on her duty made her almost go completely insane, and all her body asked for was her bed and her boyfriend's arms.

So when she got home, the first thing she did was go up the stairs and enter her shared room with Matt, her movements almost robotic and automatic.

The sound of voices echoed low from one of the corners of the room, and Y/N quickly noticed that Matt was sitting in his gaming chair, his arms resting on the computer desk as he played one of his addictive games.

His eyes were fixed on his computer screen, his ears covered by the headphones from which the voices were coming from.

Y/N smiled slightly, feeling her heart warm by finally seeing her boyfriend. She quickly grabbed a set of the boy's sweatshirts and left the room, going to the bathroom, where she took a shower faster than usual - just wanting to be able to sleep as soon as possible - and got dressed.

As soon as the girl entered their bedroom again, she noticed Matt talking into the microphone of his headphones, and she quickly understood that he was streaming, probably with his brothers and on Twitch.

Y/N walked slowly towards her boyfriend, touching his right shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.

Without the two noticing, the chat went crazy from the moment the girl appeared in the frame. Miscellaneous comments about her or the two of them as a couple were sent so quickly that if Matt were watching them, he wouldn't be able to read any.

Matt lifted his head quickly, lowering the headphones so that it would hang around his neck, a big, bright smile appearing on his face as his pupils instantly dilated.

"Hi baby! I didn't notice you coming." The brunette's voice came out in a low tone, his eyes taking note of his girlfriend's tired expression and tense shoulders, his eyebrows almost automatically furrowing in concern.

"I arrived just now, I just came in to get some clothes so I could take a shower." Y/N whispered in response.

Matt smiled as he saw his own clothes covering his girl's body. The boy lifted his arms, encircling her waist and pulling her closer, sealing his lips lightly over her covered waist.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" The brunette asked, tilting his head back so he could see her face, ready to just turn off his streaming if she said yes.

"I do, but I want to be with you more." Y/N spoke, raising her right hand quickly, interrupting Matt before he could even consider stopping his streaming. "I don't want you to stop it... Can I just sit on your lap while you play?" Her tone was vulnerable, her tired eyes looking into Matt's expectantly.

"Of course, my love. Always." Matt quickly responded, nodding his head as he moved slightly away from the table with the help of the soles of his feet against the floor, opening his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to fit between them.

Y/N smiled in gratitude, positioning herself between his thighs before sitting on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms hooking around his shoulders, getting comfortable.

She sealed her lips against his right cheek in a lingering kiss, stroking the soft skin with the tip of her nose, before laying her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily and finally closing her eyes.

Matt kissed the top of her head for some seconds, arranging his headphones against his own ears again, giving a shy smile to the camera.

His right hand traveled to the mouse, pressing play on the game again, while his left hand caressed Y/N's back, helping her get into dream land.

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watched the chat go as fast as he thought it be possible, keeping his focus on the game.

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8th minute - "Trying and guessing 21 different drinks":

The triplets were recording the video that would be posted that Wednesday, where they had to try 21 different drinks - some that they are used to drinking every day, others that they have never even tasted - and guess what which one was.

Y/N was participating in the video as a special guest. She had a feeling she would do poorly at the task, since she wasn't used to drinking anything other than Diet Coke.

Nick had decided to leave her for last, telling her to rearrange the positions of all the drinks in each of the boys' rounds.

Soon, it was her turn. She cast a quick glance at Matt, concern and nervousness present in her expressions. The brunette just returned it with a quick wink, waving his hand as if to say "you can go", waiting for her to leave the kitchen so he could rearrange the drinks.

Before calling her back, Matt surreptitiously took a photo of the position of the drinks, quickly putting away his phone, finally calling for his girlfriend.

Y/N returned to the kitchen with a tense smile, stopping in front of the table and behind the drinks, looking at the triplets, waiting for them to give the go-ahead.

Given the start, the girl bent down to take a sip of the first drink, her expression brightening and her eyes instantly widening as she tasted her favorite drink.

"Diet Coke!" She quickly said after rising from her slightly bent position, pulling out the paper with the image of the soda.

"Okay..." Chris muttered, nodding his head in confirmation. They knew she'd get that one right since her obsession with the drink was as strong as Chris's obsession with Pepsi.

The girl bent down again to take a sip of the second drink, momentarily catching her throat before she could swallow the liquid, the horrible taste flooding her mouth.

She stood up abruptly, swallowing the contents roughly, looking at the brothers with a frown, receiving laughter in response. The girl stopped in front of the images for a few seconds, internally analyzing which one it could be.

Her fingers worked on pushing away the images of the drinks she had already drank before and was sure that wasn't the horrible thing she had just drank, staring firmly at the ones that she didn't know.

When her finger went towards one of them, the image of Matt moving his arm around caught her attention. She looked up and saw her boyfriend behind his brothers, trying to get her attention.

Matt, realizing that she noticed him calling out to her, discreetly pointed to the right image with his free hand, his other hand occupied by his phone, which was displaying the photo he took of the correct order of the drinks minutes before.

Y/N smirked, dodging the path her hand was going, picking up the right image and placing it in front of the corresponding straw.

That cycle remained throughout the process. Chris and Nick were in shock, even thinking about the possibility that Y/N had some kind of superpower..

While Matt had a discreet smile on his face, biting his bottom lip to stop the laugh from escaping every time he saw his brothers reaction or the way his girlfriend smiled like a mad woman.

Upon finishing her round, the girl stood in front of the table with her arms crossed, a convinced expression taking over her features as she waited for Nick to confirm how many she got right, even though she already knew the result.

"Look, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you did, but you got everything right." Nick said, his face with an expression of annoyance.

An excited scream escaped Y/N's lips. She ran towards Matt, hugging him tightly while jumping in place.

Matt laughed at her reaction, pulling her closer, kissing the side of her head repeatedly, jumping with her.

"Ugh, I hate you guys."

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[kamyylovee]

this is SOOO giving when chris eats you out and he’s tasting you 😩😩🤭🤤😮‍💨

FUCKKK bro this man has me DOWN BADDD

[loveadri]

quackity in jaidens art style is everything :]

i may have taken WAY too many screenshots of him BUT HES SO CUTE

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[georgeclarkesgf]

just like mummy | george clarke

george is in the kitchen finishing the washing up, when he notices the ever-noisy house is now oddly silent. this is unusual considering your 6 year old twin daughters, willow and ivy, are home. knowing silence is more often than not an indicator of his girls being up to no good, george decides to see what they're up to.

he makes his way to the living room, expecting them to be playing with their toys, but to his surprise, they're not there. next, he checks their bedroom, again not finding them. he begins to panic a little before hearing a giggle from your shared bedroom.

quietly, george pushes open the door, wanting to see what they're doing. the second ivy spots her dad, the smile on her face is replaced with a worried expression, and she tries to hide what they're playing with behind her back. willow turns around at her sister's reaction, replicating ivy's expression when she realises george has found them. but it's obvious what they were doing, the sheer amount of makeup on willow's face a dead giveaway.

"ivy-mae what have you been doing to your sister?" george asks, his tone soft but stern.

she starts fiddling with her dress, not meeting his gaze, "we're playing dress up."

"we wanted to be pretty like mummy." willow adds, tears welling up in her eyes since she thinks george is mad at them.

his eyes soften and he sits down next to them, pulling them both into a hug. willow doesn't pull away from the hug, instead nuzzling her face into george's chest as she starts to cry. makeup definitely gets on his top, but he can't find it in him to care.

"darling, don't cry. i'm not mad," he strokes her cheek, wiping away a tear, "but you should've asked to use mummy's stuff okay? and you don't need makeup. you're the prettiest girls in the whole wide world."

grabbing some of your makeup wipes, george carries willow into the bathroom, setting her on the counter. he gently wipes her face until all the makeup is gone and kisses her cheek.

while george is taking off willow's makeup, ivy tidies away your makeup and puts the bag back where she found it. she runs over to the bathroom when george calls her name and she proudly tells him she's tidied up.

"thank you poppet. how about we go get into pyjamas and watch tv until mummy comes home?" george suggests, earning eager nods from his girls.

he takes both their hands, getting them ready for bed before leading them to the living room where 'minions' is still playing. they all get comfortable on the sofa, the blanket draped over the three of them and ivy and willow curl into his side. evidently playing dress up tires them out, and they soon fall asleep, george not far behind.

when you come home from dinner with grace, that's how you find them, all sleeping on the sofa. george is now stretched out, arms wrapped protectively around willow and ivy. you take a quick photo and walk over, placing a kiss on his lips, causing him to wake up.

"hey sleepyhead, were they a handful?" you nod to your sleeping daughters.

"nothing i couldn't handle." george responds.

willow stirs at the sound of voices, her fluttering eyes open, "mummy?"

"hi baby, you have fun with daddy?" you whisper, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from her face.

she hums in response, eyes struggling to stay open. george sits up, careful not to wake ivy, who was still fast asleep, and you give him another kiss as a silent thank you for looking after them tonight.

"we should probably get them to bed." you suggest.

george nods, letting you pick willow up first before he lifts ivy into his arms. willow wraps her arms around your neck, leaning her head on your shoulder as you make your way to the girl's bedroom.

once they're both tucked in, you place a kiss on their foreheads and turn on the nightlight. you pull the door to, making sure to leave a gap like you do every night. turning around, you wrap your arms around george's waist and rest your head against his chest, hugging him tight.

"george, why do you have makeup all over your top?" you quietly giggle, tilting your head up to look at him.

"they were playing dress up. said they wanted to be pretty just like mummy. i thought i got all the makeup off." george mumbles, rubbing your back.

"aww, i hope you told them they don't need it. that they're the most beautiful girls in the world." you say softly.

"of course i did."

"good. now can we please go to bed?"

"absolutely."

a/n i can't stop thinking about girl dad george <333 i wasn't expecting to get so carried away with this but i did. anyway, hope you enjoyed it! i'm still working on requests but wanted to post something else for you guys while i work through them <3

[f14fun]

big mouth, big brain (!youtuber x op81) ~ part 1

synopsis: in which case y/n, a video essayist pops up on oscar's youtube feed, and he falls in love with the way she speaks and tells stories

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liked by oscarpiastri, user1 and 119,102 others

yourusername: "bernie ecclestone, the f**king genius behind f1" is out now on youtube! hope you all enjoy this video <3

view comments:

user1: when queen drops an hour and half long video accompanied with sources and proper citations you KNOW its going to be a great day

user2: omg wait i'm so excited to watch this! no one ever talks about him in f1 video essays, so glad you made a video about him <3

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user3: this video TEAAA omg

user4: HELLO GUYS?? are we even NOTICING that oscar is in the likes??!

user5: wait omg i just saw that, what the hell..

user6: @/yourusername GIRL ARE YOU SEEING THAT OSCAR LIKED AND IS LURKING.

yourusername: girl, i am trying my best to KEEP MY COMPOSURE

yourusername: it's not working

yourusername: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oscarpiastri: wow, this video is so good! i enjoyed it a lot!!

yourusername: tysm oscar, this means a lot to me! glad you enjoyed it 🥰🫶🏻

username7: you are NOT fooling me girl, you are definitely shaking, crying, and screaming rn cuz he commented

username8: bro is THIRSTY he used three exclamation points

username9: get in line oscar, we all think y/n is hot too

username10: blessed mommy y/n 😍😍😍

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liked by oscarpiastri, user1 and 152,998 others

yourusername: guys, i got flown out

view comments:

yourusername: #hoes-in-different-area-codes

oscarpiastri: heyyy, i'm not a hoe 😒😞🙁

yourusername: that's right, you're my hoe

liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: 🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1: WHATTHEHELL HE FLEW HER OUT

user2: aight give me my man with money, where is he??

user3: idk guys, i kind of get the vibe that she's gold-digging him

user4: bffr. she makes plenty of money from vlogging video-essaying, she's been on youtube making vids since 2017

user5: yeah, be so fr. she was 13 then, and she's 20 now. i KNOW mawmaw is rich 🤑💲💸

user6: NAHHH he flew her out for a date that's so sweet I need that so bad

liked by yourusername and oscarpiastri

user7: oscar, while you are at it, could you please buy y/n the valentino garavani crystal-embellished shoulder-bag in red or blue <333

oscarpiastri: duly noted ✅

oscarpiastri: valentino✍🏻 bag ✍🏻🗒️

yourusername: NONONAOO PLS DO NOT DO THAT OSCAR

yourusername: AHHHHH NOOOO

user8: good lord the bag is 5K.

oscarpiastri: don't worry about it🤭🤑🫡

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

[kitybur]

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐲

⌦ in which you’re just a loving s/o to the best boy.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, fluff

| Heyyy! I saw your issacwhy x reader work and i loved it. I cant find much issacwhy content, so I was obsessed. Do you mind writing how he would be with a cuddly and overall sweet s/o. Take care! <3 |

mental note: i went so off topic with this request, but still sorta kept the idea? mostly just some isaacwhy hc lmao my bad. :(

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i feel like he would LOVE to have a cuddly and sweet s/o.

like, we’ve seen how he acts with his friends (very touchy and lovey)

so i feel like with his s/o he’d be the same.

loves the attention, istg.

oh he’s editing? and you wrap your arms around his neck from behind? hands through his hair? SHFJCKSK

he’s probably really cocky about it too, like he’s always bragging that you love to cuddle with him and love to buy him things.

because his friends get no bitches™️

im calling it. isaac is an ass man.

therefore he would love when you let him lay on your ass. not in a sexual way, just like plop his head down on it when you’re laying on your stomach.

i feel like it takes a lot to make him blush, since he’s overly confident (in a hot way).

but if you want cuddles and need them now, you’re whining because he won’t stop and give you some ( stubborn bitch 🙄).

your whines would make him blush, mans freaky what can i say.

he’d blush when you buy him something that he’s been mentioning he wanted for the longest time.

bro would want to marry you omg.

“what’s this for?” *holds up a penguin plush*

“oh, just something i saw while grocery shopping. reminded me of you”

his heart stops and he just looks at you cause you’re literally the sweetest thing to ever exist.

i wanna believe there would be a youtube video out there called ‘y/n being in love with isaacwhy for 5 minutes’.

it’s just clips from vlogs and irl podcasts of you being the sweetest partner to him.

like getting him water if he needed some, holding his hand, clinging to his side, giving him cheek kisses, etc.

in conclusion, you’re the best s/o and he’s so glad he got to you before anyone else.

<3 <3 <3

[iluvmattsbeard]

this clip got me pissing my pants. he so real for that though. i hate when mfs honk at me for the stupidest shit. makes me want to crash the car.

[aniesvision]

Vegas! (matt x chris x f! reader)

part 1

warnings: sex shop and buying toys (?) not sure if that's a warning but anyways, mentions of gambling, drinking, suggestive, mocking (?), use of vibrator, praising, pet names (sweetheart), getting caught, i might be forgetting something

a/n: hi! another threesome (this first part it's just matt but wait for the second one), but obviously no matt x chris bc it's weird. friendly reminder that english is not my first language enjoy ✨

synopsis: Matt and Chris were going to Vegas and they asked you to come along, what happened next it's something none of you ever imagined it'd happen.

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-Uh, nice! I've always wanted to go to Vegas.

I look at my friends, excited for them when they tell me about their plans. I was at the triplets house, as usual, all of us on the living room talking.

-Wanna come with us? Justin is going too and the room Nick got us is huge anyways.

Chris opens a can of pepsi as he asks, taking a few sips. Matt just nods, showing that he also didn't mind my company. I look at Nick, who just shrugs and stands to go get him a cherry cola.

-I mean, if it's not gonna bother you guys, then yes, I'd love to. -I respond, with a smile, already thinking about all the things I could do in Vegas.

-It's settled then, you're coming with us. -Matt smiles and also stands, messing with my hair on his way back to his room.

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I decided to pack my stuff to the trip, playing some music and talking to Nick through facetime. I was so excited to go, Vegas was definitely a place that caught my eyes long ago and having the opportunity to go with my friends was amazing.

I asked Nick his opinion on what I should bring with me, which clothes, accessories, and all that. He was like my personal stylist sometimes and I loved that. We talked a bit more and when I was done packing I decided to end the call and go to sleep.

I met the triplets at their house the next day and after saying goodbye to Nick, me, Matt and Chris went to the airport. We were going to meet Justin in Vegas already. It didn't take long for us to get there and we got an Uber to the hotel Nick booked us. The room was gigantic, the size of a whole apartment.

There was two beds, a couch, it was a suite so obviously a bathroom, a small kitchen space, balcony, a wardrobe that I was already claiming to organize my clothes and a nice luxurious decoration.

Justin was supposed to go play a poker game and Matt and Chris were going to Power Slap. I decided to explore Vegas by myself, excited to see some stores and even casinos. They were about to leave when I decided to stand from one of the beds and get ready. We didn't stablish who was going to sleep with who yet, but I wasn't worried about that.

I opted on a nice red dress, it wasn't so tight but definitely showed my curves, black heels and a nice basic makeup. I get a purse from my suitcase, filling it with my documents, some money, a lipgloss and my charger. I asked for an uber, going to a mall I wanted to go, exploring all the types of stores. I bought some clothes, some glasses to Nick that it was exactly his type, and when I was about to leave the mall to a casino, I saw a sex shop.

It wasn't a store in the mall, but next to it, and it caught my attention. I wasn't sure why, but it's not a bad thing that I felt like buying a toy to pleasure myself, specially since I was going to spend some time alone when the guys were out doing their things. I got a pink vibrator, just a simple but potent one. I hid it in my purse and headed to the casino, just to see how it was like.

I'm not a fan of gambling, but somehow I ended up winning a few dollars. It was fun, I must admit, but also such an easy way to lose money if you don't know when to stop. I walked around the casino, taking some glasses of champagne and exploring the machines. I was betting on my luck tonight and I only realized it was already late when I felt my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Matt.

-Heyy. -I answer, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear so I could try to get a bar of gold out of a glass box, a few people watching me as I tried to pass it through the circle. (click here to see what i mean)

-Hi, where are you? -He asks, I could hear Chris's voice on the background.

-At a casino, why? -I ask back, not knowing that it was late at night already.

-It's almost 1am, kid, come back to the hotel. -He says, making my eyes widen a little and drop the gold bar.

I sigh in frustration, giving space to the next person and holding the phone in one hand as I walked to the exit.

-Fine, I'll call an uber, be back soon.

I end the call, asking for an uber and rubbing my temples a bit when I get out of the casino. I was a few months older than the triplets, which means I was already old enough to drink and gamble, but it was a terrible idea I had to accept so many glasses of champagne. At least I won a hundred dollars.

I got in the uber and we drove silently back to the hotel. I throw my hair to the side, taking off my heels and walking barefoot to the elevator, holding my heels in one hand. Before even unlocking the door to our room, I could hear Chris's playlist playing. I smile to myself, passing through the door and meeting a shirtless Matt with my eyes.

-You drunk? -It's the first thing that comes out his mouth, making me laugh.

I lock the door behind me, realizing Justin still wasn't back and Chris was probably showering, the songs muffled by the closed door and the sound of water making me connect the dots.

-No. -I scoff sarcastically, placing my heels on the floor and throwing myself next to him on the bed.

He laughs, placing his phone down and looking at me.

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Matt takes in the sight of you, your tipsy state, your smile, the red dress you're wearing and how it makes you look so pretty, your thighs showing a bit. He always thought you were good looking, and sometimes, like tonight, he couldn't help but feel attracted to you. He shifts in the bed, tossing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

-Of course not. -He smiles, taking his hand out of you and moving back to his previous position.

You smile back at him, turning sideways and wrapping an arm around his bare chest, resting the side of your face on his shoulder.

-I won a hundred dollars tonight. -You mumble, giggling and handing him your purse, wanting him to see the dollars in it, forgetting completely about what you bought earlier.

-Yeah? You won that on the casino too? -He asks, taking the vibrator you bought out of your purse and raising an eyebrow at you.

Your cheeks turned red immediately and you quickly took it from his hand, throwing it back in the purse and dropping it on the floor. You were so embarrassed that he saw it.

-You never saw that. -You warn him, pointing at his face with a serious look, covering part of it with the other hand, not wanting him to see how red you were.

He raises his hands in surrender, chuckling at your embarrassment.

-No need to be all embarrassed, there's nothing wrong in wanting to pleasure yourself, sweetheart. -He shrugs, sitting upright and reaching out to your purse again.

You keep your eyes closed, with your hands covering your face, too embarrassed to even respond. You didn't even want to see him and it was like your body wasn't responding to your mind, but all you wanted to do was to run away.

Matt takes the vibrator out of your purse again, examining it. He was curious, and also amused by your reaction. His imagination making him wonder how you'd use it, if you'd think about someone, if you were thinking about using it soon, how you'd sound like. He spins the pink vibrator in his hands, intently studying the object.

-Can you stop? -You ask, peeking through your fingers, your embarrassment turning into annoyence.

-Why? -He teases with a smirk, chuckling when you try to take it out of his hand and fails when he moves his arm back.

-You're so fucking annoying, Matt. -You huff, sitting and crossing your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the headboard.

-How do you turn it on? -He asks, completely ignoring your words.

You roll your eyes, rubbing your face and pulling a blanket to cover your legs so you could bend your knees without showing your panties. You extend a hand, giving him a look like you were saying "I'll show you". He hands you the toy back, still curious, his eyes darkening as you show him the on/off button.

Even though you were the only one who had something to drink tonight, he was the drunk one, his body reacting in a way it never did around you before. Maybe it was the sex toy, maybe his imagination, maybe something in the air, or all of it, but he wanted to do so many things to you.

Matt had a few wet dreams about you before, not frequently, just like three or four times along your friendship. He ignored all of them, and all the thoughts he'd have whenever you looked prettier than normal. He didn't want to cross the line, you were important to him and he was scared it was going to ruin things if he fucked you. Clearly none of you liked each other like that, it wasn't going to be more than a friendly fuck, but still, he was unsure if it was worth it.

Looking at you turning on a vibrator in front of him, specially when you were using that dress, was not making it any easier to him. He licks his lips, eyes dropping to the vibrator again.

You looked at him, turning it off and throwing it on the bed, unsure of what to do now. It feels like you guys already crossed some sort of line, like you were showing him a part of you that wasn't a secret but wasn't supposed to be known.

-How many levels it has? -He asks, breaking the silence again.

-Four, I guess. -You shrug.

You were still embarrassed, but mostly annoyed now. It was getting easier to talk about it without wanting to hide, but you wanted the conversation to be over.

-Have you ever used one before?

His question is so explicit. Your eyes widen a bit and you turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes. It shouldn't feel so awkward to talk about it, it's a natural and normal human thing, but you were so nervous to open up about this to Matt. You trust him with your life, but your sexual life was so different to talk about than just your life.

-Uh, not exactly. I mean, yes, but not with someone else. -You try to explain, shyly, hugging your blanket-covered legs.

He nods, a smirk growing in his lips as he lets his imagination flows. His fingers starts to tap lightly the vibrator in front of him, a wave of boldness hitting him, probably because of how turned on he already was.

-How many levels you can take? -He looks at you, his pupils dilated, the blue almost fully covered by the black.

You feel goosebumps all over your body when you meet his gaze. It's so different than the sweet lovely look he normally have, makes you even more nervous. The room seems to get hotter, maybe it was the alcohol you consumed, maybe just the Vegas weather, or even the heat from Chris' shower on the bathroom. You clear your throat, trying to think that he was just saying it as an innocent friendly tease due the situation you guys were into.

-I don't know, I think there's no need to go past two, these are pretty strong. -You say, hearing the shyness in your own voice, but ignoring it.

He scoffs, like he was mocking you, your eyes meeting again. He leans a bit closer, bringing the vibrator with him.

-Can't even handle four levels of this little fucking thing? -He mocks, with a smirk, moving the pink object side to side in the air.

You don't know why you found it so hot to see him mocking you. Probably the five champagne glasses you drank at the casino had something to do with it, but still. It's not like you weren't attracted to Matt before anyways, you always thought all three of the triplets were equally handsome and hot, but of course nothing more ever crossed your mind about it. Not until now.

You roll your eyes, trying to look unbothered, throwing part of your hair to the side.

-I'm just saying that using all four levels is insane. -You shrug.

His eyes admired the way your hair thrown to the side made your face look perfectly shaped, the way you were trying so hard to keep it cool but he knew you enough to know you were practically shaking in nervousness, the way you looked when your eyes rolled back... It was all driving him insane.

Matt, without saying anything, turns on the vibrator once more, looking at how it moved against the bedsheets. He changed the level to the last one, the number changing from 1 to 4 in a second. Just the sound of it vibrating made you feel hotter, it was like an automatic reaction. You look as it vibrates on the sheets, thinking that if it was against your pussy instead you'd be quickly ruined.

-I think you can take it. -Matt cuts the silence again, his words just above a whisper.

You were surprised to say the least. Failing to breath normally, you furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly as you wonder if he meant what he said. If he was still just friendly mocking you, or (not so) discreetly making a move.

When you don't say anything, he looks at you, his smirk still evident. He slowly moves even closer to you, gently resting one hand on top of your covered knee.

You drop your gaze to his hand, admiring all the veins, how long his fingers are, how he slowly but constantly moves his fingertips down to reach the end of the blanket and push it away from your legs. Your heart was pounding so fast against your chest, your entire body heating up as the sounds of your heartbeats were almost as loud as the vibrating sounds coming from the vibrator in Matt's hands.

He didn't even care that you two were not the only ones in the room. He continued teasing you, giving you time to think, and to push him away if you didn't want to do anything, but you didn't.

Matt changes the level to 1 again, touching your skin with the vibrator. He starts on your ankles, barely grazing it not to startle you. You gasp quietly in surprise, biting your lips and looking at your friend, still unsure, but not having a single thought on making him stop. You noticed how he looked at you so differently, how it was so evident just by the way he looked at you that he wanted to absolutely destroy you. The way you could see his bulge poking through his white shorts and the way he was shirtless, all making it so hard for you to say no to him.

He moves the vibrator to your inner thigh, using his free hand to open your legs. He sits in front of you, making sure to be in a position he could clearly see your body and face. He grins when he sees how fast you were breathing, your chest raising and falling rapidly. Matt was stunned by you, your pretty face, your expressions still shy and unsure, but excited to see where things were going, your chest, your thighs, your black thong that he so desperately wanted to rip off of you.

Your hands were on each side of your body, holding the sheets lightly. You were so focused on what was going on, no words leaving any of your mouths, but it was like so much was being said.

He finally reaches the spot both of you were anxious about. The vibrator sends a shiver down your spine, the feeling of it finally touching your heat over your underwear makes you unleash the air you didn't know you were holding.

Matt starts to move the vibrator in slow circles, making you bite your lips and look down to his hand so close to you, making you feel things you never thought you'd feel for him, making you crave him, need him.

He speeds up his movements, a light moan escaping your lips as you close your eyes, the toy moving easily over your wet underwear. Without warning you, he changes the level to number 2, making you whine.

-Matt... -you whisper, gripping the sheets with widen eyes, surprised with the sudden change.

-Shh, we're halfway there, sweetheart, you got it. -He praises, making you even wetter.

Both of you were so focused on the moment that no one realized the sounds of water from Chris' shower stopped.

Matt couldn't hold himself back, he wanted you, he wanted you so bad. He only stopped what he was doing to pull you by the ankles so you'd lay on your back, hovering you and changing the level to 3, circling your clit with the toy, swallowing your moans by kissing you.

You kissed him back, forgetting all about the doubts you had. Your lips moved in sync, his tongue brushing against yours perfectly. Matt slides the vibrator in your thong, circling your clit and lowering his lips to your neck. You moan under him, the pretty sound making Matt even harder, proud that he was making you feel good.

He kisses you again, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Just as your orgasm starts to build up, he changes to number 4, the last level. Your eyes roll back and you squirm under him, his lips leaving red and purple marks on your neck.

-See? I told ya, you're taking it so well, got all the way to level 4, such a good girl. -He praises, pressing sweet kisses to your neck.

-Fuck, Matt. -You breath out, bucking your hips and tangling your fingers in his hair, diving your head onto the pillow under your head.

He chuckles at your moans, obsessed with the way you looked under him. It was like you were a fucking piece of art, and he was so sure he'd see you like this a lot more. He props himself on his forearm, using his hand that he was holding the vibrator to please you, eyes dropping to your wetness, loving the sight of you so wet for him.

You feel your orgasm about to snap, your moans getting louder, Matt's name sounding like a mantra as you repeated it over and over again. You look at him with pleading half-lidded eyes and he grins widely, leaning closer to you, your lips just mere inches apart.

-C'mon, pretty girl, come undone for me, yeah?

You dig your nails on his back, a whiny moan leaving your lips as you reach your climax, releasing all over the vibrator and making a huge mess in your panties. You start to pant heavily, not even having time to catch your breath before hearing a loud voice behind you both.

-What the fuck is happening here?

You and Matt both look at him at the same time. Chris was standing there, leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door.

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@riowritesitall @sturniolosarethebest @hyacinthst @anabanana28 @flower-sturns

[pinkssluv]

Me bc no matter how many guys I talk to none of them are Chris Sturniolo