#is for nick to occasionally check his phone

[mattsturnioloswifey]

Vacation

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader.

Summary: You and Matt have known each for as long as you can remember due to your parents being best friends. The only thing is, you hate each other. Now you were going on vacation with the Sturniolos.

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"I'm not sitting by him." I say, annoyed.

"Well I'm not sitting back there." Chris shrugs. "I'm not either." Nick agrees. I clench my jaw, theres no way was I gonna sit by Matt Sturniolo for hours on end.

"Please someone just switch me seats." I beg as Nick and Chris shake their heads. I sigh and sit next to Matt in the very back seat. He doesn't look up from his phone. MaryLou gets in the driver's seat as my mom gets in the passenger's seat.

"Everybody ready?" MaryLou smiles as she begins driving. Nick, Chris, and my mom all nod. I put my airpods in my ears and listen to music. This is gonna be a long ride.

-

After being in the car for 9 hours, stopping occasionally on the way to go to the gas station and whatnot, we finally made it to a hotel. I live in Boston, as well as the triplets. We are going to Orlando Florida. 19 hours away and we still had 10 more to go. 10 more hours.

"I'm so tired." I say as we all walk into the hotel. "Me too." Chris nods.

We check in to the hotel and go on the elevator to the 3rd floor. Once we get there my mom speaks, "Okay so we are gonna have rooms in pairs. MaryLou with me in room 105, Chris with Nick in room 106, and Matt with y/n in room 107." My face drops.

"No. I am not sharing a room with Matt." I shake my head. Matt glares at me as my mom speaks, "you two need to get over whatever hatred you have for each other. It will be perfect for you to bond. You're sharing a room whether you like it or not." I roll my eyes, "Fine."

Marylou hands everyone their room key and we all go to our rooms. When I open the door my face drops in disbelief. Only one bed. "Where are you gonna sleep?" I ask, turning to face Matt.

"In the bed." He states blankly. "I'm not sharing a bed with you. You can sleep on the floor or something." I say, sitting on the bed.

He sits on the bed next to me, "I'm sleeping in the bed whether you like it or not." I sigh, "Fine but keep some distance." He nods and I head to the bathroom to shower.

After I've showered I wrap the towel around myself, brush my teeth, and do my skincare. I realize I forgot to grab pajamas from my bag in the room so I walk out of the bathroom and get some pajamas from my backpack. I see Matt looking at me before turning away.

I walk back into the bathroom and get dressed. I put my hair in two french braids and walk to the bed, I lay down and Matt rolls his eyes, muttering something underneath his breath. He stands up and stomps into the bathroom. A minute later I hear the shower turn on. I drift off to sleep.

-

I wake up and try to move but then stop, realizing Matt's body was pressed against mine, his arm around my waist. I hear him breathing softly and feel his heart beating against my back. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm really comfortable right now. No y/n you can't be thinking about Matt this way.

I sit up and his arm wraps tighter around me before I push it away and go into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

-

"You ready to go yet?" Matt asks, sounding slightly annoyed. "Yeah." I grab my backpack and exit the hotel room, seeing My mom, MaryLou, Chris, and Nick all exiting their rooms.

"How did you guys sleep?" My mom asks softly. "Good." Nick and Chris say in union, Matt and I not saying anything.

My mom tilts her head at Matt and I. "what about you two?" I look at the floor, trying to avoid Matt's gaze. "I slept fine." I lie, knowing I slept the best I have in a long time. Matt nods his head, agreeing with me.

"Well, we better get going!" MaryLou says happily and we all walk to the elevator.

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"I have to sit back there again?" "Yes y/n Chris and I already agreed we were all gonna sit in the same spots that we sat in yesterday." Nick says, sitting down in his seat.

I roll my eyes and sit by Matt. This time he looked up at me, stared for a moment, then looked back down at his phone. It's okay y/n, you only have to sit by him for 10 more hours.

-

"We're here!" Marylou sings loudly. "Finally." I mutter, stepping out of the car. I grab my bags and suitcase from the trunk and walk up to the vacation home we're gonna be staying in.

I walk in, everyone following behind me. "Theres only 3 bedrooms so MaryLou and I discussed what we'll do." My mom says, looking at Marylou. "We are each gonna share a room with the person we shared the hotel rooms with. Nick with Chris, MaryLou with me, and Matt with y/n."

My eyes widen "What?" Matt glares at me. "Y/n you'll be fine. You and Matt need to spend some time together." MaryLou smiles softly.

"Which room is it?" My mom points to a room and I walk in, setting my bag down on the bed. Of course there was only one bed. I didn't even question where Matt was gonna sleep.

-

I wake up and realize this time Matt wasn't holding me from behind, I was resting my head on his chest, my arms wrapped around his waist, and his hand resting on my hip. I sit up and go to the bathroom to get ready, same thing I do everyday.

-

"Matt I need your help." I say, unzipping my suitcase that's on the bed next to where Matt's sitting. Matt looks up from his book with an annoyed expression on his face "What do you want?"

I pick up two bikini sets "Black or blue? I don't know which one to wear first." He looks at me for a moment "Blue." I smile at him and he shakes his head, looking back down at his book.

I head to the bathroom and change into my blue bikini set. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt over it. When I go back into the room I see Matt shirtless and notice he put on blue swim trunks.

I look down, grab a beach towel, and walk out of the room. I walk to the car where MaryLou, my mom, Chris, and Nick are all waiting. I sit in the same seat Nick and Chris assigned me. Matt walks out and sits in the car next to me a few moments later. Matt looks at me and then looks away quickly.

"Let's get to the beach!" My mom says happily.

How am I gonna keep my eyes off of Matt. Shirtless Matt.

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"CHRIS!!!" I laugh as he pushes me into the water with him. I look over and see Matt glaring at us, I quickly look away.

"You two lovebirds having fun?!" MaryLou shouts at Chris and me from the spot her and my mom are laying at. Chris smirks at me and I hit his chest playfully, but I probably shouldn't have because he picked me up and threw me at Matt who was standing in the water next to us.

Matt wraps his arms around me to catch me and then pushes me back towards Chris. "Chris stop doing stupid shit." Matt says angrily. Chris looks at Matt and sticks his tongue out, acting like a child.

"Chris you're acting 5 right now." Nick laughs as Chris turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist "You love it, don't you?" Matt clenches his jaw, clearly not liking what Chris just said to me.

"I do not, Christopher!" I giggle, shaking my head. Matt grabs my wrist and drags me away from Chris. "Let go of me!"

Matt keeps a tight grip on my wrist, dragging me to where my beach towel lays. He grabs it and turns to face me, letting go of my wrist. He wraps it around my body and grabs my wrist again, walking towards the car.

"What are you doing?" I try to get my arm away from him but he grips my wrist tighter. "We're going back to the vacation home." I furrow my eyebrows, "what? No, not yet."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we aren't."

He stops, letting go of my wrist as he turns to face me. He grabs my shoulders and looks into my eyes with an unreadable expression.

"I need to talk to you, so we are leaving." I furrow my eyebrows out of confusion, "about what?" He sighs, "just come with me." I nod and he grabs my hand, leading me to the car. We sit in the seats we usually do and everyone else comes in the car too.

-

When we get back to the vacation home Matt grabs my hand and leads me into the room we're staying in, shutting the door behind us. He sits on the bed and I sit next to him.

"What did you wanna talk to me about?" He takes a deep breath before responding, "I don't hate you. I thought I did, but I don't."

"So you wanna be friends with me now?" I question, looking up at him. He shakes his head, "I think I'm falling in love with you." My eyes widen and he continues to speak, "I know you don't-" "I'm actually in love with you, I just acted like I hated you because I thought you hated me."

His eyes widen and he grabs my face, making me look at him, "I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Matt." I smile and he presses his lips against mine.

The end.

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a/n: this is horrible. There might be an epilogue but idk. I put all 3 parts together for this since they were so short and could all be 1 part.

[ericshoney]

Grumpy Girl ~ Sturniolo triplets

It was a normal Thursday. You had woken up in Nick's bed and could hear the guys downstairs talking, Chris screaming about something. You checked your phone and saw it was two in the afternoon, making you sigh and slowly get up and head downstairs.

"Good morning!" Chris exclaimed once he saw you.

"Shut up." You grumbled, making the trio laugh.

"Is the little baby grumpy this morning." Nick mocked in a baby voice.

"Fuck off." You muttered, going to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading back upstairs to Nick's room to have a shower.

When you had finished and got dressed, still feeling slightly grumpy, you returned to the triplets, who were still sat on the sofa.

"We're thinking of vlogging today, you want to join?" Matt offered.

"Sure, just don't piss me off." You answered.

"Okay grumpy girl." Chris teased, as you threw a pillow at him.

"Let's go!" Nick exclaimed, already heading downstairs to the garage.

You trudged along behind, the three boys already in their usual seats. You got in the back besides Nick as Chris started singing loudly to the music.

"Be quiet bitch." You said, laying your head on the window.

"And there's miss grumpy pants, say hi to the vlog!" Nick shouted, waving the camera in your face.

"Hi vlog." You half-assed greeted.

"There she is, Queen of grumps. So we're off to get food!" Nick said, turning the camera back to himself.

You remained quiet for the rest of the car ride, Chris still singing, but quieter. Nick was talking to the camera, while Matt was focused on driving, occasionally looking at you.

The triplets knew you had days where you didn't feel the best, resulting in you being grumpy and pouty. Nick and Chris loved to tease you about it, whilst Matt watched silently. All three of them were obviously caring and supportive over you, wanting you happy and smiling at all times, but still loved to tease you when they could.

You four had soon arrived at your chosen food destination and as you stepped out of the car, you let out a small yawn, before hearing a giggle from Chris.

"Is someone still sleepy?" Chris called with another giggle.

"Shhh." You replied, waving your hand in Chris' face.

He laughed again before dashing ahead, Nick shaking his head as he followed with the camera, whilst Matt trailed behind with you.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked softly.

"Hmm." You mumbled.

"Bad nights sleep or just not feeling good?" He asked.

"Just not feeling good. Don't wanna be grumpy." You answered with a small pout.

Matt nodded and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder as you both walked inside, already seeing Chris and Nick have ordered the food for all of you.

As all of you ate, Chris, Matt and Nick joked around and talked to the camera. You smiled a bit as you watched on quietly, as you ate more, you started to feel a bit better and less grumpy.

"Can we get ice cream?" You quietly cut in.

"Will it make you happy and not grumpy anymore?" Nick questioned.

"Yes." You answered with a nod.

"Then off we go to get ice cream!" Chris exclaimed, making Nick shh him as people started to look, which made you and Matt laugh.

Once you all finished, you left and headed back to the car, ready to go get ice cream. The boys saw the smile on your face as you started to talk more and relax, which made them happy.

"Life lesson here, if your grumpy or have a grumpy friend, get them food and promise them ice cream, it makes them happy." Nick said, waving the camera at your smiling face.

You smiled and are glad you agreed to go out with them for the day, not lay in Nick's bed and have a resting grump face all day long.

[strniohoeee]

Polar

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis:(based off my request I got earlier) while on a weekend get away, Matt steps out to the hot tub after having some anxiety, and asks Y/N to join, but then things get heated, more than just the water💧

Warnings⚠️: This is a smutty imagine. There’s just sex that happens in a hot tub, but there’s no real kinky-ness. Minors GET OUTTA HERE

Song for the imagine: Agora Hills- Doja Cat

This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact beyond this point⚠️

Laura had gotten the triplets, Madi and myself a cabin getaway in Boston so that we could all see eachother again after not seeing Madi for 3 months. Madi had flown in from LA, so after picking her up from the airport we immediately started driving to the cabin.

Matt was driving and I was in the passenger seat just jamming out to the music

“Y/N play Agora Hills” Nick said

“Fuck yes that’s my song” I said grabbing Matt’s phone and playing Agora Hills

Nick, Madi and I were all jamming and screaming the lyrics

“LOVE WHEN YOU HIT, AND SMACK TO, BABY LET ME LICK ON YOUR TATTOOS” I screamed, Matt looked over at me with a sly smirk

“WOAH I SAW THAT” Chris said pointing his fingers at us

“He doesn’t let me lick his tattoos” I said with a sad face

“You’re such a weirdo” Matt says laughing and blushing lightly

After he said that Looking for the hoes started playing by Sexyy Red

“SHAKE THAT ASS HOEEEEEE” I started screaming and Nick got on the seat pretending to shake his ass

“AYYYYY” I said turning around and smacking his ass

“Where’s my bills” Madi said pretending to throw cash on Nick

We were crying laughing at Nick's bizarre behavior, we spent the rest of the trip laughing and singing. Chris and I occasionally fighting because he thinks he’s right about everything

Eventually we get to the cabin and hop out stretching our legs, and grabbing our bags to head into the cabin

Once we get inside we run up the stairs to check the room situation. This is where we got confused. It was two bedrooms, one with 3 beds and one with 2 beds.

“What the fuck is this set up” Madi says laughing

“Who’s the idiot that did this” Matt said laughing

“Okay so I say me, Madi and Y/N in this room, and Chris and Matt in the other room” Nick said

“Why can’t Y/N be with me?” Matt said

“Uhhhh we’d prefer yall stay away from each other because yall are so feral” Nick said in a matter of fact way

“We are not” I said

“Mmm I beg to differ” Chris said

“You know what fine whatever” Matt said heading to the other room to set up his side of the room, Chris following after him

After we all settled in we decided to make something to eat for dinner, and watch some tv. This first night we just wanted to chill as the drive was kind of long up here.

“They got a jacuzzi” Chris yells as he comes running back inside

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Madi says jumping up from the couch

“And it’s big too” Nick says looking out the window at the Jacuzzi

They decided to go into the jacuzzi but I wasn’t really feeling it, so I stayed in the living room watching Halloween 1978. At some point I went up to the room and decided to go to sleep.

After a while I opened my eyes to my phone buzzing. I looked around the room and saw Madi and Nick knocked out snoring slightly

I grabbed my phone and looked at the notification

Matt🥹

-hey I’m in the hot tub. Feeling up for it now pretty lady?

My heart flutter at the cute nickname he gave me

-Yeah I’ll be over in a few minutes :)

I got up and used the flashlight on my phone to look in my bag for my bathing suit, and once I found it I ran to the bathroom to change quietly. It was a deep forest green one piece that was super low cut, had the back completely open, and was cheeky style. It was a new suit that I knew would drive Matt wild

I put my pajamas back in the room and tiptoed down the stairs. When I got to the sliding door I could see Matt looking at his phone while I watched him like a creep. As I opened the door I felt the very chilly fall air nip at my skin, instantly shivering.

I stepped outside and closed the screen door, and walked over to Matt

“Hey baby” I said to him as I stepped up and into the hot tub allowing the warm bubbling water to soothe my shivering

“Hi pretty lady” he said putting his phone down

“Why are you up so late” I asked him as I walked over to him to sit next to him

“I was having a bit of anxiety for some reason, and decided to come to the hot tub and calm my mind” He said as I stroked his hair while looking at him talk

“What were you thinking about” I asked

“Nothing really just overthinking and I get anxiety, but I’m good now that you’re here with me” he says leaning into kiss me

After he pulled away I looked him with a sly grin

“Oh yeah” I said in a flirty tone

“Uhhh wish those dicks didn’t separate us” he said touching my arm and leaving kisses on it

“This is exactly why they separated us, we can not be left alone for more than 5 minutes without jumping on each other” I told him laughing a little bit

“How can I control myself when you look so beautiful all the time” he said leaning on my arm

“Well we’re alone now, and it’s 2am……we could have some fun” I suggested

“When you put it like that” he said biting his lip and grabbing me to sit on his lap

“Matt in the hot tub” I said after kissing him

“And why not?” He said kissing my neck

“Uhh seems unsanitary” I told him biting my lip as he kissed down to my breasts

“Kid, you’ll be fine” he said rolling his eyes and kissing my lips one more time

I had wrapped my arms over his neck and began to make out with him, slowly grinding my hips against his bulge

“Mmm fuck” Matt said throwing his head back a little bit

I took this opportunity to start kissing down his neck, lightly sucking in the areas I knew would make him putty in my hands

We continued to make out as I was grinding down on him, and he was groping my breasts

“Come on Matt I need you now” I told him giving him one last kiss

He slightly lifted me up, so he could pull out his dick, and then he pushed my bathing suit bottom to the side. Helping me slowly sink down onto his dick

“Fuck Matt I’ve missed this” I sighed into his neck as I slowly started grinding against him. He had his hands gripping my ass helping me

“Me too baby. Finally having some alone time” he said moaning as I clenched down on him

“Baby I’m getting tired” I said as my knees were starting to burn from scratching against the seat in the hot tub

“Okay pretty girl. Let me help” he said. I got off of him, and he turned me around walking me to the front of the tub, and he had me bend forward as he slid back into me. This made me grip onto the edge of the hot tub

“Oh shit Matt, oh my god” I moaned a little loudly as he was hitting all the right spots

“Shhh baby they can’t know” he said thrusting into me, and out of breath

Matt didn’t stop his ruthless pounding and my head fell down as I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

“Matt I’m going to cum please don’t stop” I told him gripping onto the edge of the hot tub even harder

For some reason this made Matt pound into me harder, and what I hadn’t realized was that my phone and three glass cups that Chris, Nick and Madi left behind were on the opposite ledge and were getting dangerously close to the edge.

Matt thrusted into me two more times at a vigorous speed, and on the third thrust all three glass cups, and my phone went crash onto the deck

“Fuck Matt. They might’ve heard” I said as he still fucked me

“No baby they didn’t don’t worry” He said getting close to his climax

“Oh Matt right there please” I said as he was hitting my G spot in such a delicious way

“I’m gonna cum” He told me, and I nodded my head leaning my head back in ecstasy. At the same time we both moaned out each others name and came so hard panting and gasping for air

“WHAT THE FUCK” we both heard as Matt was still in me and we were riding out our highs

“OH MY GOD” I screamed locking eyes with Chris, Nick and Madi

“What the fuck” Matt said as we both lowered ourselves deeper into the water so he could pull out of me, and pick his swim trunks back up

“What the fuck? We heard this big crashing sound that woke all of us up, and we thought someone had broken in” Madi says

“But it just turns out that loud sound was you two wild fucking animals fucking like your life depended on it” Nick said

“How much did you see” I asked embarrassed

“Lets just say your O faces are now engraved in my fucking head” Chris said starting to dry heave

“Exactly what I said. We can not leave them alone as they are like feral animals” Nick said

“Shut up and go away” Matt said flipping him off

“Yall I can not believe I’m about to do the walk of shame” I said getting up and out of the pool grabbing my phone off the deck

“Y/N spill all the tea please” Madi whispers to me as I walk past her, and into the cabin

“Sorry guys I truly did not mean for yall to see or hear anything” I said

“ITS TOO LATE” Chris said pretending to weep like a child

“My eyes are burning” Nick said

And Matt just walked in behind them and smacked them both

Matt and I both went upstairs to shower and change

And by this point it was 4am, so I decided to go to bed when I got a text on my phone

Matt🥹

-come lay with me?

-baby I won’t contain myself if I do I responded back to him

-true, okay get some rest, love you

-love you too matt

With that I ended up falling asleep, peaceful and sore ;)

The End

I know this one was short, but the request wasn’t too detailed, and I feel like how kinky can you get in a hot tub IDKKK, but I hope I didn’t disappoint @ whoever requested this 😚😚 My next Matt fic is going to be sad asffffff so get ready to cry

-J💅🏽

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Hair Dye- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: chris was about to leave for the Versus tour but wanted to do something dramatic for his fans for the tour! you dye his hair and he dyes yours!

warnings: nothing :)

A/n: i was watching the video where chris dyed nicks hair and i thought it would be cute if i wrote a lil sumth based of this!

PSA: DONT STEAL MY WORK! IT BELONGS TO ME MYSELF AND I!

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Chris and I have been dating for roughly about 3 years. We had met not long after their YouTube became popular and quickly we both had made it official. Considering I was Chris’ first ‘real relationship’ because he had commitment issues and I swore off dating till college, we both moved to LA because we couldn't do long-distance.

“I can't believe we're going on fucking tour” Chris’ excitement squealed out of him as he's getting his bags ready for the Triplets ‘Verus Tour’

“What am I gonna do without you, I got this big ass house and big ass bed with no Chris to share it with,” I say sprawling in a starfish position.

“You could always invite Tara over, you two can do whatever you two do best together” he chuckles shoving some socks into a deep pocket of his suitcase.

“So drinking and partying?” I laugh out sitting up and resting my weight on my elbows.

“Please do not get drunk for over a month straight i would genuinely check you into a Rehabilitation center” Chris chuckled throwing his arms up.

“Don't worry I'll probably just chill here most of the time and eat, sleep, watch Gossip Girl for the 30th time, and occasionally go out with Tara,” I reassure him flicking my hand up and down brushing his comment off.

“I wanna do something crazy before tour,” he says as his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Like what? You guys leave in like 3 days” I adjust my body sitting up crisscross.

“I wanna dye my hair orange, 'cause you know each of us has a color for our team so like half of my outfits for tour consists of orange,” he says walking towards the bed sitting next to me.

“Chris normally I would be supportive of your impulsivity but dying your entire beautiful virgin brown hair orange? I won't support that one” i laugh running my nails through his long wavy brown locs of hair.

“Okay, maybe not my whole hair but maybe like the tips of my hair?” he says grabbing a small piece of hair and pointing at the tip of it.

“Chris it's 8 pm and no hair salon takes last-minute hair appointments and I only trust my hair stylist Hazel” I laugh sitting back and leaning my head against the headboard of the bed.

“Then why don't we do it? Walmart is still open and they have hair dye, right? I mean I've dyed Nick's hair before with the help of Maddie but how hard can it be?” he moves closer to me shooting me a smirk.

“I have dyed my hair before. Fuck it let's do it” I stand up off the bed smiling at Chris whose smirk turned into the happiest smile on his face.

We both chuckled and made our way downstairs to discover Matt and Nick giggling while looking at their phones.

“Where are you guys going?” Matt's head peaked up looking towards us.

“To get hair dye” Chris laughs and spoke before I could

“Oo Y/N what color are you dying your hair this time?” Nick shimmies his shoulders smirking.

“Well Chris wanted to do something crazy before the tour so he wanted me to dye the tips of his hair orange and I'm dying the underneath of my hair orange as well” I nervously spit out gripping Chris’ hands.

“Okay that's actually disgustingly adorable” Nick laughs out

“Well be back in like an hour” Chris and I walked out together, hand in hand, and made our way to my car.

We're currently sitting in the car, cruising down the road on our way to the nearby Walmart laughing at the possible situations that could happen.

“Are you sure you know what you're doing” Chris asks propping his feet up on the dashboard of the car.

“Chris it's gonna be fine” I reassure tapping his thigh laughing softly.

As we arrive at the Walmart parking lot, Chris steps out and stands in front of my car, his hand outstretched, waiting for me to take it as I step out of the car as we enter the store.

“What about this one?” he says “Splat is a cool name” he chuckles

“NO” I exclaim “That is one ingredient away from being fabric dye”

“Oh my god why would they make this stuff” his eyes go wide as he laughs and throws the box back on the shelf.

“Okay here, this is Manic Panic, Nick used it when he dyed his hair, it's pretty good” I say holding two jars of the dye.

“Okay, so how much do we need?” Chris gives his little sassy side eye when he's confused which happens to be a lot of times when I have to over-explain myself.

“Well you don't have a lot of hair to cover and since I'm only dying the back of my hair and maybe my money pieces then maybe two” my voice raises with question.

“Two it is” He nodded and smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he reached for the hair dye. As he took my hand, a rush of warmth spread through me, and we made our way to the register together to check out.

The car ride home was filled with laughter and comfortability within each other. In the 3 years, we've been together, I can't remember a single time where we had ‘small talk’ or ‘chit chat’ we could always talk about something big or small for hours. It was always one of the things I loved about Chris, he was a yapper but we could always bounce back and forth with nonsense.

As we entered the house, we couldn't contain our laughter and giggles, our voices echoing through the halls as we made our way inside.

“Why are you two so disgustingly cute” Nick spits smiling at both of us.

“You acting like we're a new couple” Chris chuckled.

“No, but still so sickening how cute you guys are together even after 3 years of watching you two be together” Nick shrugs popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

With a chuckle, Chris leads me into the bathroom we both share. “Do you want me to use one of my old shirts to cover up with?” he asks leaning against the counter “We can just share the shirt too”

“Do you even own a shirt you don't care about?” I softly laughed.

“You know how many wife beaters I own, why question anything” he throws his hands up in defense laughing as he grabs a black tank top from his room and quickly swaps his shirt out.

“Okay sit between my legs” I smile up at him as he nods and sits Indian style between my legs.

“So how does hair dye work? Like what makes the color stay? Who invented it?” he questions as I start to apply the dye on the tips of his hair blending it out to create an ombre effect.

“Chris I'm not sure about any of those questions i just know that I use it, and I hope this will come out, or else Hazel is gonna be really mad at me” I chuckle out.

“So you don't know how it works? Or who invited it?” he leans his head back facing me as his big blue doe eyes stare at me.

I smile but lightly push his head back down to dye the back and the bottom of his hair. “You know I don't always know the answer to everything, I may always be right about most things but it ain't nothing to just go on Google and type it in,” I say softly laughing

“I know but why use Google when I have a super-smart girlfriend” he shrugs his shoulders smiling.

I carefully completed the styling of his hair, ensuring that I covered all the sections he wanted dyed and coated them with a vibrant orange color.

“Now we wait 45 minutes” I smile helping him up off the floor.

“YOUR TURN” he squeals holding his hands out for me. “Now you can sit between my legs” he smirks moving his shoulders.

“WAIT, let me section my hair because I don't want my whole hair orange,” I stand up go to the mirror and section my hair in a ‘Halo’ hairstyle. “okay here you go just dye the parts that aren’t in the bun up here” I smile sitting back between his legs.

“got it” he smiles back at me beginning to rub his fingers that are coated with orange color through my hair “If I pull your hair too hard let me know” he lightly pulls my head back to look at him before giving me a little peck on my lips.

He made sure his hands were gentle through my hair and made sure it was coated on every strand and maybe even overly coated. “I'm putting a lot of dye on your hair but only to make sure it is coated properly” he smiles moving my head to the side to get the side of my hair.

“This is nice” My lips curl upwards in a smile as my body becomes relaxed. “I enjoy these little bonding moments with you”

“Oh believe me I enjoy this more” he smiles “okay turn around so I can get your shorter pieces of hair”

As I turned around to face him, I noticed his eyes brightening with excitement as he carefully applied the dye to the shorter pieces of my hair.

“Okay now we wait” he smiles sitting next to me.

I pull out my phone and get a picture of Chris and me with the wet dye in our hair so we can remember this moment. “You're so beautiful ma” he smiles at our picture. “God I'm gonna marry that woman one day,” he says pointing at the picture on my phone.

“Chris you're so corny” I softly laugh out softly pushing his shoulder.

“You're gonna miss my corny jokes when I'm gone” he raises his eyebrows smirking.

“Chris you sound like you're dying, you're just going on tour, and we're gonna face time like every night, and I'm gonna come visit you obviously” I playfully roll my eyes.

“I won't let you not visit, you're gonna visit” he softly says placing a kiss on my cheek.

After 45 minutes had passed, Chris and I carefully rinsed out the dye from our hair and then proceeded to blow dry it. Chris wouldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror touching his hair and making goofy faces at himself.

“God we look fuckable” he smirks at me in the mirror.

“Christopher Owen” my jaw goes slack as the words come out of his mouth.

“I'm being honest we look hella good right now” he smiles “WE NEED TO POST THIS ON INSTA” he pulls out his phone taking a couple of pictures of us with our hair.

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I Got Dreams But I Can't Make Myself Believe Them

Word count: 7.5k

Parings: Rooster & Maverick, Rooster & Iceman, Iceman/Maverick

Summery:

'Hey it’s Mav, leave a message. And no Ice whatever they’re accusing me of, I didn’t do-' He jabbed his finger on the screen again. Tears in his eyes. It couldn’t end like this. It just couldn't...please... It rang. Once Twice- “Hello?”

His face hurt. Pulsing with a vigour that he knew he should take his pain med and yet…he hadn’t. Because he deserved this pain. He deserved this. 

This aching, the dagger-like sensation deep in the muscle when he tried to move. Still, it was not even close to a fraction of what he made them feel. So, he deserved this. 

The pain. The punishment. They always did tell him he was a masochist. Fretting over his father being gone, whether Mav missed him, why  he  didn’t miss him. Worried about his mother's health, if they would lose the house, why wasn’t she smiling anymore. Would Mav stay or would he leave him without his favorite Bradshaw's; after all Mav wasn’t his babysitter. Was he going to be stuck alone in this world struggling to finish high school with the crushing debt of his mother's hospital bills and house lines that he discovered showed under her bed two days after the funeral. Was he going to die hungry or cold? And his newest one, would anyone care if he burnt in? 

At least he had an answer to the last one. No. It was so painfully clear now, he had pushed too far and they had given up on him. The phone calls and messages left unanswered, the lettered read tearfully and shoved in a box under  his bed  that stayed with him religiously through deployments. The Admirals who bumped into him occasionally in deployments which he  knew  was their way of checking on his health after all files can only offer so much. 

Yet…no one had come when he called. When he had laid on that hospital bed terrified out of his mind, cold, bloodied and half the mind that either he was Nick Bradshaw or he was seeing him. And no  one,  had come.

His NOK. His dad. He called. 

No one.

No one cared anymore.

He remembered the nurses holding him down as he screamed out in short panic bursts as what he now knew were  cold induced  hallucinations raged through him. He remembered managing to grab a nurse's arm and begged them to call his father.  Begged.  Over and over again, demanding she keep trying until they sedated him somewhere between the  forth  redial.

No one came.

His dad didn’t care anymore. 

He had gone too far and they had given up on him.

He pressed his face into the tattered plushy pushing down the whine of pain as it agitated the stitches on his chin tugging at the cuts. He curled around the soft toy in the limp bunk at his base housing trying to breathe through the pain. Wheezing as the position put a strain on his already sore ribs, bruised but thankfully not broken, but there was only so much they could do about the bruising caused by the harness. They marked up his chest, around his shoulders and down his back, making him look like a mummy who went through a fight and became a kickboxing victim. They weren’t pretty overall. He certainly wasn’t going to be winning any medals any time soon.

It was strange what  near death  situations did to a person. Twelve hours ago he was filled with such hurt, such hatred towards Maverick's actions, not him as a person but hurt about how he went behind his back and stopped him from succeeding…he just couldn’t see why they couldn’t have talked about it. Now. After spending all those hours alone trapped in a hospital wing, half aware of reality, strapped down to his cot like some dangerous criminal. All he wanted was to hold his father's hand. All he wanted was to go  home. 

But the question stood, did he even have a home to go back to now? 

He remembered the  crokard  post box from that time Mav had tried to teach him to drive and he accidentally mixed up his accelerator and brake. But despite the years, Ice never fixed it. Maybe he was also a sucker for memories. 

He remembered Ice’s fond smile as he helped apply the coloured paint to his hands after he insisted on putting their handprints on the mailbox after watching the new Disney movie UP. Ice had simply shaken his head, dug out some paints from one of Maverick's abandoned side projects and let himself be dragged out to the front lawn laughing all the way. 

He remembered the loose and wobbly handrail to the stairs in the hallway that always made Ice sigh and roll his eyes anytime he heard it creak, yet he never got it fixed even when Ron apologized for being too careless while roughhousing with Wolf and offered to fix it himself. 

He remembered the way Maverick would be waiting for him in the kitchen every morning before school. Chiding him to get dressed as he snagged a piece of bacon from the pan while Ice wasn’t looking only to complain that it was  hot,  when he  himself  was  bare chested  new and faded marks across his chest with low sweatpants on his hips, bed hair wild around his head. 

The way every Thursday without fail their house would be filled with his uncles, spread out around their living room in various stages of a food coma, gorging themselves on the sweets Mav would spend all morning making with a pleased smile. He always had been his happiest providing for other people, seeing they were happy. 

He remembered the board game night, the nights they would spend curled up on the couch together with some nonsense show that no one was really watching, and the nights they sometimes spent out watching the stars. 

He remembered them cheering at his little league games despite being tired from a long day at work or having just returned from a deployment, which he now knew they would have been dead on their feet just wishing for a bed. He remembered their concern muttering when he was sick and their fingers through his hair. He remembered Ice’s mother's lullaby that the man would hold him through the wee hours of the morning and hum under his breath when they thought he was asleep.

He wanted to go home, he wanted it all. But he had lost it all when he cut off contact. And he was half terrified that they were angry at him, every time he sat there and thought about calling, about turning up on their doorstep to ask for forgiveness he would just stare at the number of missed calls, he would think about the hundreds of voice messages. He’d feel the burning of the box of letters all unanswered under his bed as he laid down and hugged his goose plushier that they had given him all those years ago. No doubt abusing Ice's powers to discover his address when he heard that he was in hospital in his junior year of university. The seams were now ratty from how often he ran his fingers over them, the fur carefully taken care of but despite his efforts the old plushie was dying, and unlike everything else in his life it was leaving him too. He could no longer preserve the memories within it. 

He bit his lip only for the sharp pain that shot through his head to remind him why he shouldn’t do that. He winced, not from the way the fur rubbed up against the fresh stitches, although it wasn’t comfortable, but over the fact that Maverick was right. His heart jumped in his throat. He wasn’t ready. 

Because Maverick had almost just lost him like he had lost Goose.

He had been reckless, and   arrogant; he had been a kid thrown into a jet and told he was good, his ego was inflated and he  hadn’t been ready. 

And he had fallen out of the sky. He had burned in. And he was damn lucky he didn't take anyone else out in the process.

He had paid his price, and it had almost been his own head.

A few more seconds…  the doctor's words ran through his head like a gunshot echo, warning him of the tragedy that could have occurred.

What will you tell their parents when they don’t come back? When they come back in a casket. What excuse will be ready then Lieutenant…  His commanding officer  lecture  piggybacking from his nightmares,  what excuse will be acceptable then? 

There wasn’t one. This was his fault, his own failure. What would they have told them if he died? 

You have my condolences Mr Kazansky,  Mr  Mitchell. However, your son has died in a training accident - having not even made it out of Top Gun - by his own stupidity! 

Yeah, he could see that going over well.

He ran his thumb over the screen of his phone nervously, should he call? He had called- the hospital had called. But maybe they don’t answer unknown numbers, old people were like that… right? His fingers felt clammy as he took a shaky breath, whining quietly as he thumbed through his contacts to find the right number and listened to the phone ring quietly.

Once. 

Twice.

Three times.

Each ring felt like a bullet in the chamber, he could hear tone ringing out around him as tears welled in his eyes, a sob building in his chest as the phone clicked, the call unanswered.

Too close, switching to guns. 

'Hey it’s Mav, leave a message. And no Ice whatever they’re accusing me of, I didn’t do-'

He jabbed his finger on the screen again. Tears in his eyes. It couldn’t end like this. It just  couldn’t…please… 

It rang.

Once 

Twice-

“Hello?” A croaky voice answered, indubitably not Mav.

"Ice?" His voice shook, "Pops?"

“Shit ”  .  Something rustled loudly over the phone and he could almost see Ice scrambling to sit up on the bed. A  bitten out  swear carried lowly over the line and it almost made him smile as he heard something clatter to the ground with a thud, no doubt the older man knocking something off the bedside table in his haste to grab his glasses and slide them on his nose to look at the phone. “Bradley?”

He sounded so hesitant as if he was afraid he was hearing things. It pained him to wonder how often his Pops had woken in the middle of the night hearing his voice and wondering if it was real or a  sleep deprived  hallucination. How often it left his Pops laying in his bed curled up with his hands over his ears trying to ignore his imaginary self calling for him for help, and not being able to help the man come back to earth. How many times had his Pops suffered silently and alone and he hadn't even known about it. 

“Pops” he sobbed, chest aching from the force of his whine and the pang of his heart at the thought of how many times he had been the reason for his parents to cry, the cause of his parent's pain over the years. 

“Bradley baby. What's wrong? Come on baby bird, I need you to speak to me”. Ice’s familiar level tone sounded unusually anxious, “Come on daring, you can do it. Take some deep breaths for me”. 

He hadn't even realized that his  panic induced  sobs had pushed him into the dangers of hyperventilation. His gaps of breath between his  chest shaking  sobs became shorter and more panicked as he acknowledged the lack of oxygen. 

“Breath,”  Ice pleaded. “Baby please”. 

“He didn’t answer” he gasped out, whimpering “He wasn’t  there  ”

“Bradley, honey what-?”

He could hear Ice’s underlying confusion as he whined in pain hissing behind gritted teeth as he burrowed his face further into the soft teddy irritating his stitched cuts. “Mav” he whined, his voice muffled as he pressed it further into the soft fabric, ashamed of his clingy neediness for his parents despite being 25. The mortification of crying out to them over a little crash. He felt like a kid creeping into his parent's rooms during the night after a nightmare, sweat still clinging to his brow, stomach rebelling as he hovered by their bedside unsure whether to wake them or not. But despite the early hour they had always opened their arms to him, shifted and made room for him between them on the bed. Always. Maybe…after all this time, just maybe Ice could spare a little room to allow him a few moments to recuperate and shuffled away in shame. 

Realistically he knew that Ice couldn’t see him. He knew that Ice wouldn't care, that the man would simply look at him with pursed lips, his brows furrowed in concern and coo quietly as he gathered him in his arms, careful to guide his face over his shoulder to prevent him from aggravating his wounds further. Despite what many people thought Ice had been more of the mother hen type than Maverick. Mav had been the cool uncle, then he became the serious dad he needed to be but Ice, Ice had been the cool dad. Ice had been the one to take on his missing mother role, the man had melted into it without blinking. Always making sure that someone was there to kiss his brow and tuck him in at night. Who made him breakfast in the morning and took time out of their day to help him with homework when Mav got sick of trying to help him and stomped off frustrated. He was the person who would stand on the guidelines of his games with a cooler of drinks and bulled him into letting him apply sunscreen while he ate the sandwich he had been prepared for lunch while Mav got into an argument with the couch. Ice was the one who would smile at him empathetically holding him when he cried over a crush. Who gave him his  talk  and he was always there a hand away to allow him to crawl into his lap no matter how old he got to comfort him. 

Mav may have been his dad. But Ice had been his Mum, his Pops. He knew that Mav loved him in his own way, but he also knew that he was partly there for his guilty hand in his father's death. He also knew that Mav had promised Carole he would be there for him (Hospital walls are not as soundproof as you think Mav), that he would take his Godfather duties seriously. Whereas Ice,  he  never had to stay. He knew they were wingmen and they tackled problems together but Ice never made him feel like a problem. He always made sure he was included, he never pushed him. Ice never has to stay, and while the man harboured his own guilt over Nick, he never pushed it, never brought it up. They spent his memory day sitting on the patio in the backyard and  drank  Kool-Aid with him silently. Ice didn't have to step in but he did, he didn't have to stay but he chose to. 

He didn't think he could have a mum again after Carole but he did. And that was partly the reason he couldn't bring himself to hang up. Because despite his shame, the agony of his embarrassment and fury at Mav. Cutting Ice out had been the hardest decision of his life and now hearing the man's voice he couldn't find the strength to hang up. Not when he was so close, his smooth voice in his ear begging him to stay. 

“Baby” Ice cooed in concern, it was soft and familiar. It reminded him of the warm feeling of home, the same tone Ice would use as he sat on the edge of his bed letting him climb onto the man's lap clinging to him when his mother was in hospital, not caring that he was far too old to be doing so. He could almost see the soft frown and those gentle eyes staring down at him, and feel the carding of the man’s fingers through his curls. “Baby, are you looking for Mav? He’s out at the hangar tonight. The idiot forgot his phone. I promise he didn’t ignore it on purpose sweetheart-“

“The hospital called” he choked out “I know. I begged them too”.

“Hospital?” Ice sounded alarmed “Bradley-“

“I asked them to call and  he didn’t come ”.

“Bradley Bradshaw”. The soft tone shifted to a firm disciplining one, one he didn't often hear coming from Ice’s lips. It was rare to see him step up into the role of the displeased parent, but that didn't mean it hadn’t happened. Like when the man crossed his arms across his chest with pursed lips and a disapproving look when he caught him sneaking into the house  at  the early hours of the morning when he had been specifically grounded, or when he went drinking for the first time while underage or when the older man had caught him clumsy stubbing out a weed join on his windowsill eyes wide in alarm. This doesn't sound like Ice was disciplining him, no it sounded panicked as if Ice was trying to hold himself together and keep himself from panicking him further when his breathing had just started to slow to a reasonable speed. 

“Bradley baby, why were you in the hospital? Are you ok? God-  please  be ok” Ice sounded desperate. And for a moment it warmed his chest, the next it made his stomach clench uncomfortably. 

He had always taken Ice’s compassion for granted and he had used it against Mav more times than he could count to get what he wanted. He had been a spoiled brat and at the time he hadn't cared about what it would do to the two wingmen. And the worst part about it was that while Ice picked up on it he never made him stop even when it led to the two wingmen arguing or sleeping at different houses. But he always came back. It made him feel sick because  fuck  Ice really did care about him and he still cared about him. Even after he threw him to the curb, after he chewed him out, cutting away their bond and years of love with a rusty knife in hopes it would rot away and get infected. Even after he ignored every call, deleted every message and refused to read the letters and cards the man sent. Even after that horrid ceremony; after he so blankly disregarded Ice’s rank and achievements in front of  everyone . Ice had still stuck by his side. Because despite his  7 year long  temper tantrum, Ice had stuck by him faithfully. He had respected his wishes and avoided getting the same posting as him, doing his maternal duty to send him away if he was anywhere close to them even if he couldn't prevent himself from sending someone to check up on him occasionally to settle his worry. Even if he couldn't prevent himself from sending cards, or from sending him letters each deployment knowing he wouldn't read them just to remind him that someone would care if he burnt in. 

“Today was hop 31” he whispered out with a croak, the demons that accompanied the words settled on both of them, however, there was an unusual heaviness to his. As if more weight had been added on in an attempt to make his knees buckle and maybe there ha d.  Every time he closed his eyes it was no longer the spinning of the Pacific ocean around him as he was strapped into the jet, he no longer heard his dad's voices calling out in a panic, he didn't hear the sound of his father's neck snapping against the canopy or the rough tug of air as it detached. Now he heard the panicked voice of his wingman. He heard Hangman scream out of him  “Roosters heading out to sea! I repeat Roosters going out to sea! Permission to follow-” “Denied Lieutenant''.  He now saw the  stomach clenching  sight of mountains dropping around him as his jet dipped dangerously out of the training zone towards the sea where their adjective had been. It had been simple: fly through the terrain, don't get hit, and get back to base. Where had it gone wrong? When had Hangman’s taunts turned into fearful screams, when was the annoyed fighting turned into the sound of his jet screaming at him to pull up?

He let the line fall silent, taking a shaky breath trying to pull away from the shaking of the jet, the sharp tug of the G-force and the claustrophobic feeling of the canopy closing in on him as the piercing scream echoed in his head, his death sentence. 

“Low Altitude, pull up. Low Altitude, pull  up- ”. 

He could hardly hear anything but if that was the gun cocking then it was Hangman's fearful cry that was the bullet,  “Rooster-!” 

He squeezed his eyes shut and instead let Ice do what he did best and allowed the man to gather his evidence and piece it together himself. 

“I’m not Goose” he rasped out,  barely,  when the response took too long. Reminding the man of his hand in one of the worst mistakes of his life. But it was necessary as much as he hated it because he knew Ice, unlike Mav who blamed himself publicly not afraid to attempt to redeem himself for his hand in it, Ice suffered silently letting his mind run over the scenario looking for a way they could have saved Goose, looking for a scenario that didn't exist. Ice loves to torture himself, and like him, Ice  was  a masochist. “It was fine. I was on my way in and an engine blew. I couldn’t- I went into a flat spin and collided with the ocean” he continued and let out a humorous snort “I burnt in Pops”.

“Christ kid”,  Ice's voice sounded suspiciously wet.

“I’m ok” he mumbled, “I wanted you there.” He tugged the plushy tighter to his chest, closing his eyes as he listened to Ice shift the sheets and audibly stood up from the bed hearing the man mutter to himself quietly as he began to move around the house. There was the recognizable creak of his childhood stairs then a door shut and the phone clicked falling into a vain eerie silence. Had- Had he been wrong? He bit his lip shoving down a sob, his lips wobbled, his eyes squeezing shut. 

Had Pops- he hadn’t hung up had he? He wouldn’t leave him, right?

Pops loved him…he wouldn't leave him. He wouldn’t, but he wouldn't blame the man if he had. It’s not like he had done anything to instil confidence into the older gentleman. He had brushed him off, thrown his offers back into his face, disgraced the man's title in front of the brass and thrown more venom at the man in the last 7 years than he had shown love. 

He let out a wounded noise sob ripped from his lips, teeth chattering as his chest tightened. Ignoring the taste of blood in his mouth as he curled around the plush, squeezing it so tightly it made his shoulders ache and wrist click in protest. No longer making a conscious effort to keep the blood from smearing on the white fabric.

“Bradley?”   

His breath hitched eyes, snapping open, tilting his head back to look at the phone that had fallen from his grip to rest on the mattress to his left as he curled onto his side, the line was still connected.

Ice's worried voice wobbled through the line. “Baby bird can you hear me?” 

“Pops! You- you-“

“Deep breaths honey” Ice reminded him gently. 

“You didn’t leave ” .

“Never” Pops promised firmly. “I’m sorry darling I should have warned you, I forgot there was a lag when the phone connected to the car”.

He blinked and swallowed thickly, reaching up to rub the thick tears from his face sniffing snotty with a grimace as he used his sleeve to rub the evidence from his skin,. His voice clouded with tears as his still scattered brain tried to process the information “Car?”. His head was still pounding and the impromptu crying was not helping in the slightest but the nurse had told him he would be sluggish for the next few days until he healed, then again she had also told him to avoid phones and screens for the next 72 hours. Of anything it was their own fault for allowing him to talk his way out of having a supervisor to watch his every move. Telling him not to use a screen was like telling a pilot he couldn't fly when the new F-25 was sitting right in front of him. 

He was going to do it. He would do anything he had to at this point to hear his Pop’s voice, even if he had to fly to DC and burst into his office himself- that is if they are still posted there. But no, he remembered the creaking of the stairs, the sound was seared into his brain. They had to be down in Miramar, they had to be…right?

That was home. They wouldn’t change that. 

“Yes sweetheart, we’re going to go find that idiot of a father of yours” Ice chuckled fondly.

“Why-“ he stuttered hesitating as he worried the words around in his brain for a moment before finally dragging the dreaded question he's been worrying about since he stomped out of their lives 7 years ago from his lips, “Why isn’t he with you? Did I-''. Had they separated because of him? Why weren’t they living in the same house, they had lived together for as long as he could remember, they all had. 

“No Bradley. You didn’t do anything. He’s just at the hanger, said he needed to do some work on his baby” Ice soothed apparently knowing him too well, perhaps it was a leftover skill from having to learn how to predict his mood swings as a teenager but Ice had always had the knack of knowing what he needed in the moment. He had been so sure on more than one occasion that the man could secretly read minds, but maybe he just knew his thought patterns too well. 

He frowned in confusion, “He has a hanger? Like…his own?”

“I was not impressed” Ice huffed in assurance with a heavy  put on  sigh “If anything he certainly topped the retriever incident, I think he was trying to win some obscure challenge. Then again I wouldn't mind so much if he was actually home more and cared for it”.

“Retriever?”. His stomach clenched as he blinked away tears as he listened to Ice smile fondly as he recounted his wingman's antics. He bit his lip subconsciously. How much had he thrown away? 

Listening to the fact that their lives continued on without him hurt but deep down he knew he hadn't really expected the world to stop spinning. He hadn’t expected for them to stop living their lives just because he had left, but to hear confirmation that they moved on, just as he had…it hurt. 

How much had he missed?

“I came home from a meeting a couple of months ago and Slider was supposed to be watching him but apparently he got  distracted  ”. He let out a wet laugh as Ice drawled in an unimpressed tone. A woman then, they had always been Uncle Si's weakness. One he had seen the others exploit many times to win bets or escape babysitting duties. It was almost a game within the group, or at least it used to be. He could almost hear an Ice smile behind his grouchy tone “Anyway I got back and there’s Mav, dozing away on our couch with a baby golden retriever on his chest. She’s the cutest little thing” Ice cooed only to fall into a brief moment of awkward silence when neither men knew what to say before Ice broke it gently, “We named her Rooster”.

He felt like he was going to be sick. Even after all this time, after all he put them through they still wanted him just as much as he did. 

“Pops,” he cried wetly.

“I'm here baby bird” his Pops promised “Now. Tell me about what you’ve been up to in the last few years since we’ve seen you”.

“You're an Admiral, shouldn’t you already know that? I know you help keep Mav updated” The tone wasn’t accusingly just…tired.

“I do,” Ice said quietly, not bothering to do anything to hide his involvement, “But I want to hear it from you”.

So he told him. He started by explaining how he had driven to the edge of town and checked into a motel after he stormed out of the house, how despite having sent Mav away with his tail between his legs he couldn't stand staying in that house anymore knowing Ice would come home and convince him to stay. So he did what he did best, he fled. He told him about how he called up admissions to California University and reversed his refusal; one of the conditions of a bet he lost to Slider a few years ago that he would apply to the same university that his uncle had graduated from, at the time it hadn't meant anything to him a mere joke. He explained that the university had been surprisingly accommodating once he spun a tale about a Navy relocation that was changed last minute allowing him to attend the university, a lie that Ice lowly chastised him for over the line. How he packed up his limited belongings that night with only his broncho, a few hundred dollars in his account and a quickly  put together  duffle to his name and left that night to drive all the to California. Driving from dawn to dusk trying to sober up from his  7 hour  drive huddled up against the window of a coffee at 5am in  the morning  curled around a cup of coffee trying to stay awake long enough to get his keys from the rental company and crash into the first empty bed he saw. 

He laughed about how he met Jackson for the first time. How his roommate had been allegedly studying at his desk reading through the textbook for their economics and aerodynamic classes when the door of their dorm opened, but before he could greet him apparently he had chucked his bag, letting it fall to the ground and stumbled towards the only undressed bed in the room. Jackson had told him he looked like a zombie dragging himself around dead on his feet, bags under his eyes slurring as he muttered to himself, practically throwing himself halfway across the room at the chance of a wink of sleep, only to misjudge the distance and land half on the edge of the bed and roll off with a startled shout. Jackson had told him after laughing so hard he ended up tilting off his chair and joining him on the floor that he had just stared silently at the ceiling blinking slowly with a confused look as he registered  falling  off the bed.

He confessed how he spent that first night laying awake (of course that was after his frankly illegally long nap, if you could call it that) unable to sleep as he tapped his fingers against his phone that rested on his stomach, fully aware of the missed calls and messages from his uncles, his parents. But the burning need to respond just hadn't been enough to rival the flames of fury curling around his heart like barbed wire. He spent the whole of his first night conflicted, wondering if he should give up and change his mind and go home, that he should beg for Mav to tell him  why  he did this, why he wasn't good enough. Surely there was a reason, something he would fix to make Mav love him again. The memory of Mav recalling in on himself, jaw flexing as the words left his lips leaving a cold grip around his chest as Mav turned on his heels and walked out of the house. 

Go away and never come back  old  man. I don’t want murderers in this house! 

He told Ice about how he powered his phone off and got a burner phone for the first few months, unable to look at it with the burning anger that made him want to throw it at a wall hoping it would break. Knowing he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to reach out if he saw the calls waiting for him. Knowing that he  needed  to do this, that he couldn't give in yet, that he needed to fight for this. For him. 

He told him about how he got a job waiting tables at a nearby mum-and-pop dinner run by an elderly couple, who reminded him of frighteningly grandpa Viper. About how the older couple had stepped in and who took care of him when he was struggling. How they bullied him into staying after his shifts for dinner or pushed hot chocolate onto him and waved away his money when he tried to pay, and how inventive he had to get to hide his tips around for them to find, knowing they would pull his ear  like  Uncle Wood used to with an exacerbated fond look. 

He relaxed back into the mattress smiling as he recounted his subjects and the people he met. Even going as far as to admit that he found most people his age immature and recounted some of the drama and frat initiation he had witnessed. He had never really gotten along with them, instead he chose to hang out with Jackson most days. Unlike him Jackson wasn't heading for the Navy, the man was instead aiming to work as a consultant for the Pentagon. The man loved aerodynamics but the man had admitted that flying made him queasy, and he very much preferred to keep his feet on the ground. 

He whispered out the painful admission of returning home for the break not having the will to go anywhere else for the holidays only to book out a hotel room and hide out there afraid of running into any of them. He recounted the nights he had sent in the cold bundles up in his truck outside their house watching the lights go off, unable to take the step of actually knocking on the door. Trying to ignore Ice’s sharp inhale pained with the knowledge that he had been so close. 

He talks about how Jackson and he lost contact after graduation both being busy with their new jobs as the man moved out to Texas and as he  himself , moved to Annapolis after finding someone who allowed him to enlist and how he got accepted into the academy. He talked about how he was the oldest kid there and the prejudice he faced from the other recruits due to it. How he was dismissed by the teachers and scrutinized by instructors who urged him to find a new career that suited him better. About how he graduated second in his class only beaten by one person, Jake Seresin. 

He discussed his frustration and rivalry that bloomed and continued through their deployments only to pop back up, like the leach he was because Seresin was a damn cockroach, as his competitor when he was accepted into Top Gun. How it was only due to a surprising friend from the academy popping back up, Natasha Trace, who kept him sane (and likely from being discharged from punching the man's perfect teeth in) and later became his best friend (one who was very unhappily to find out that they were being separated after graduation, she was being stationed out at Hawaii, hours away from his station in Japan). He talked about how close the points were, about how their rivalry seemed to fizzle out in the moment his jet tipped to the side unresponsive and the man cried out for him. How in that moment, the trophy didn't feel like it mattered anymore.

“They always did put too much focus on that damn trophy” Ice muttered, “The point of Top Gun used to be about being the best, as a team. Now… we’ve lost too much with the encouraged competitiveness”. 

He hummed limply as the conversation fell into a sort of lull as he realized how long he had been talking, it was almost 1:23am, almost 2 hours since the call started. And Pops was still here, listening. Who had recognised his distress, and had woken up at an ungodly hour to go and drive out to wherever Mav had boarded himself up for the night simply because he needed him. 

“Hey Pops”

“Yeah, kid?”

“I'm wearing your hoodie”. Part of him knew he should be embarrassed at the admission, he ran the cuff of the old faded grey hoodie between his fingers finding comfort in it even though he could no longer smell Ice’s expensive Italian cologne clinging to it. But he couldn't bring himself to be. Sitting comfortably on the centre of his chest covering his sternum was a dark blue and red image, a familiar image, a dark blue circle surrounding a white F-15, marking his chest with his destiny. The words that had been engraved in his mind long before he had ever set foot on the ground before him;  United  States Navy: Fighter Weapons School.    

“Your Top Gun one”. It had given him a connection to them all, being so far away from them, wearing it was the only time he was able to scratch at the nauseating homesickness that rocked his whole being. It had given him a homestead, the name printed across his shoulder blades connecting him to his lineage and the bond connecting his family together. 

Kazansky. Graduate of Class 1986, Top Gun.  

“I know,” Ice said quietly, “I noticed it was missing not long after you left. You know…there's a photo of you in it up on Penny's bar, at the Hard Deck” Ice corrected before chuckling lightly, “You've grown into it well, I remember when you were a scrawny kid and it just dwarfed you but you refused to wear anything else”. 

“I used to take it when you were deployed,” he swallowed, “It was stupid but it made me think that you would come back for it”. 

“Brad's,” Ice sounded wretched, “It was never the hoodie I came back for, it was you”. 

“I know. I know that now. But…it reminds me that maybe one day…you'll come home again”. 

“Bradley-”

“How is everyone” he interrupted sniffing and  swallowed  down his regret. There was a pause, clearly Ice contemplating chasing up the chain of thought before the man sighed reluctantly submitting to the change of subject. 

“Well, you have two new nieces and nephews. Wolf and Wood adopted a little boy three years ago, and Sunny's wife had a surprise kid a few years ago while he was out on deployment, surprising them both” Ice commented dully. 

He frowned in confusion, “But I thought Anna was infertile?”

“So did we” Ice hummed but slowly allowed them to fall into the comfortable lull of the conversation as Ice updated him slowly with everything he missed, careful to add in details he thought were pertinent; like Slider retiring from being an Admiral and becoming a commercial pilot, apparently the man was much happier now. Or Wood and Sunny who had co-opened a bakery and coffee store that they had named ‘the smiley shorts’ which honestly didn't surprise him as much as it should have. Or about how Cougar was working in a hospital under his wife who had been promoted to the chief of surgery. And slowly he started to mend a little more. 

“Bradley baby, you still with me?” 

He blinked tiredly not realizing that he had closed his eyes at some point, he tried to shake sleep from his limbs as it attempted to claim him. He yawned, jaw cracking in the effort as he rolled onto his back tilting his head back towards the phone where it sat on the mattress next to his head. “Pops, right here” he mutters in confirmation, “On your wing”. 

“That's right baby bird” Ice let out a small chuckle “Right on my wing. Talking about wingmen. We’re about to find one”. 

“Mav?”

“Yeah, darling”. The engine spluttered in the background, and he heard the keys jingle as Ice muttered lowly  ‘It's too damn cold for this’ . He listened trying to picture where Ice was as he heard a door opened then the crunch of dirt under boots. He frowned, brows pulling tensely as he tried to picture a desert, or somewhere with a vast amount of land that would allow Mav his solitude but was dry enough to crunch this time of year. He jolted slightly in confusion at the sound of old metal banging against something with a clatter and the loud noise of something heavy rolling. 

He almost wept hearing a tired confused voice, “Ice? Honey what are you doing here? It’s almost 3 am”. Mav sounded the same, that lovering concern that he had been on the receiving end of all those years ago and he could see the way Mavs eyes would be pinched in the corner, lips tilted down as he studied them for any injuries, trying to figure out what had happened before they could form a warped lie. 

“I have someone who wants to talk to you”, this time he could see Ice's smile, the one that bloomed behind his closed eyelids, the small jump in his lips that bloomed into a gentle smile as the phone travelled hands.

“Uh-hello?” Mav asked, sleep still evident in his voice and he slivered at the flash of memories of seeing the man stumble into the kitchen wrapping his arms around Ice’s waist as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the man's check knowing he would swat him for it as he did every day with a grumble only to pair a cheeky grin to Ice’s unimpressed loom. How he would stay attached to Ice for the rest of breakfast swaying with him a step behind the blond seamlessly ducking out of the way without needing to be asked, passing along ingredients to distract Ice from the wondering fingers trying to snatch a piece of bacon front he pan before it was plated only to end up with a lecture and a wooden spoon to his hand. He remembered Mav’s pouting only for him to turn with a wink as he used to stick his tongue out to tease them. 

“Dad?” His voice trembled faced the fact he was speaking to his father for the first time in just under a decade. 

Mav hailed sharply, “Baby?” Mav sounded awake, startled by the concern that dragged into his voice. He sounded  happy , shocked but happy. 

“Dad” His heart slowed his chest aching but relieved as the sense of home finally settled over him. 

Home.  

“Bradley honey what’s wrong?” Mav asked worriedly. 

“He said the hospital called you but you didn’t turn up” Ice rumbled in the background quietly allowing them to have their own moment, no doubt the man had led Mav to sit down holding him close, tugging him into his side. 

He could go home. 

“Shit, I didn’t have my phone- I didn’t realize until after I got here-”

“Dad,” he interrupted the man's panicked rambling with tears in his eyes as he looked down at the goose in his arms that had offered him so much comfort in the last few years but dispite the memories it carried, it was nothing to rival Mav’s hugs, or Ice’s kisses. It wasn't like curling up with Mav on the couch or being tucked in by Ice. It wasn't home. 

“Yes, baby?” 

He took a deep breath trying to push back the emotional overload that once again threatened to overtake him, that clung to him weighing him down in the ocean dragging him further underwater like a parachute filling with water with no tactical knife to free himself with forced to watch the rope tangle around his body trapping him as his body jolted at the lack of air. His voice trembled, breaking as the tears became evident in his voice, “Can I come home?” 

“Of course, baby” Mav sounded choked up almost as if he was crying as well  “God Bradley,  of course, you can come home. You were always welcome home”.

And for the first time in  years  he took a deep breath and his  heart felt  weightless  and  he smiled and thought of home, only this time, it was closer than he thought.

[thesturniolos]

matt headcannons ִ ࣪𖤐

i don’t really know what i’m doing with this, i’ve not done fan fiction for a couple years , let me know if you want more!😅

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✮ he would complain about getting off early to his gaming friends because he misses you, always begging for you to come and sit on his lap during his matches

✮ always posting small things about you on his story like you holding hands, matching painted nails, shadows on the sidewalk, the receipt of him buying you flowers - he’s always showing you off

✮ let’s you have full control of aux in his car which is rare as he has very different music taste to you but he doesn’t mind nonetheless

✮ he fills his car with snacks and drinks for you because you’re his passenger princess obviouslyyyy ( he also has a sticker on the mirror in his car saying ‘the princess’ so everyone knows who’s the real boss in the car)

• let’s you do pamper nights with him and helps you with your everything showers (because who doesn’t love them?) he’ll buy face masks, new cleanser and face washing products, snacks even makeup headbands just for this occasion. he pretends he hates it but really he lives for these nights.

• always up for a movie night and he comes preparedddd. piles and piles on snacks and drags out the basket of blankets for this event. the lights will be dimmed and you two will be clinging onto one another. most of the time, this ends in you both dozing off and sleeping on the couch for the night

• insists on getting matching everything - this man will go searching i swear, he’ll find anythinggg. shoes? check. hats? check. pyjamas? check. bracelets? check. ( this man also insists on you making him a bra bracelet, will you? maybe)

• christmas is his favourite time of the year to do things with you. he’ll find everything activity to do especially ice skating, he loves to show you how good he is on the ice and helps you when you nearly fall to the ground. thanks to his teaching, you’re now the most iconic couple on the rink.

• all matt does is talk about the future. your kids and what shoes they’ll have, what names you’ll choose, who their favourite will be, what traits of yours they will inherit. your house and what colour the walls will be, what your fridge will be stocked with, what pets you’ll have. this man can’t wait for your future togetherrrr

• you’re a sucker for shopping but matts spoiling means the amount of bags you have triple but it’s okay cause he’s always there to hold them for you - he’s your personal shopping assistant and he loves to rate the clothes you try on in the fitting rooms

• boy does he love your food. he will quite literally devour the sweet bakes as soon as they come out of the oven. he posts them all over his instagram - you’re the new rosanna pansino

• as for nick and chris, you get on really well with them. they see you as a sister and they think you and matt are the perfect match as does everyone else, even the overly protective fans.. you guys do everything together and you make a few appearances in the infamous car videos and occasionally in the vlogs, usually in the background on your phone or latching onto matt

• this man loves hugs like not just a normal amount but he would do literally anything to throw his arms around you and stay there forever. you’re this therapy for when he’s having a bad day and you’re warm touch is just what he needs

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Who Did This To You?

Full Masterlist | Supernatural Masterlist

Summary: After a long and stressful hunt, all you wanted to do was take some time off at a local bar, primarily you and Dean rather than Sam. So, while Sam is at the motel, you and Dean decide to hang out at a bar in town. The two of you hang out for a while before it's time to head back to the motel. While Dean is in the restroom, you get an unwanted conversation from someone, but you can handle yourself, right?

A/N: Not sure if I like this that much, but I thought I'd post it anyway. Stay tuned for more imagines!! If you'd like to be a part of the tag list, there's a form in my bio you can fill out, or you can DM me!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Established a relationship

Not set during a specific season

Warnings:

Unwanted flirting (guy at the bar)

Dean Winchester x-reader

The music played in the background as everyone talked around Dean and me. We had mostly kept to ourselves, occasionally speaking with the people around us. Since we were never really in town for long periods of time, Dean and I thought it'd be funny to make up different stories.

For instance, this time, 'we' had just gotten married in Las Vegas, and we were doing a road trip across the United States. It was stupid, but it was always fun to make different lives that we might never have. "Wow, so, this trip must be fun," Maria said, the woman we met. I smiled and nodded my head.

Dean had his arm around my shoulder, leaning to the side to kiss me on the cheek. "You two are just adorable," Maria said, grinning. The two of us thanked her, telling a few more fake stories about how we had met. "Well, as much as we would love to talk more, we have to head home," Maria said.

She and her husband, Jeff, stood up from the table. "It was so nice meeting you two. Congratulations on the marriage," Jeff said. The nice woman winked at me before leaving the bar. Dean kept his arm over my shoulders. His smile never left his face as we sat there. He sighed and checked his watch.

"Shit. It's eleven-thirty," Dean said. He took his arm off my shoulders to have the last bit of his drink. I grabbed my purse from the chair beside me, putting my arm through the strap. "I'll be right back," Dean stood up, "You good to take the bill?"

I nodded. Dean winked at me and kissed me on the cheek, then headed to the restroom. I shook my head at his actions. The bartender stood to the side as she was tending to some other customers. I pulled out my wallet to close our tap.

We had kept it open for a bit since we had bought Maria and her husband a few drinks, with them doing the same for me and Dean. Lexi, the bartender, spotted me. She held up a finger to tell me she'd be right with me. I gave her a nod and leaned against the bar. I still had a few sips left of my drink.

The music had died down a bit as the night went on. Dean and I hadn't planned on staying out this late, but we had a long day, so it was worth it. Surprisingly, we hadn't drunk that much, mainly because we knew we had about a nine-hour drive the next day. I grabbed my phone to text Sam that we'd be over in a few.

He replied with a thumbs-up icon before telling me that he'd probably be asleep by the time we got to the room. I chuckled at his response, putting my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. "Well, hello," a man said, sliding to the spot beside me. I nodded at him and continued to wait for the bartender.

"Why're you here by yourself?" he asked. I was able to see him from the corner of my eye, noticing that he was already out of it. I looked over my shoulder at the bathroom door. Part of me hoped Dean would spot what was going on, but the other part of me hoped he wouldn't, knowing that he'd cause a whole scene.

"I'm not," I replied. As soon as I said that, I realized that answering his statement gave him even more reasons to continue. The man looked around to find whoever was with me. "Well, I don't see him," he said. "Well, he's in the restroom, so.." my sentence trailed.

I tried to fly down the bartender, but she was now talking to another customer. The man chuckled and turned to the side to get closer to me. I took the last sip of my drink, trying my best to hint that I wasn't interested. He sighed, reaching a finger for the loop of my belt. My hand put the glass down on the counter and tightly grasped his wrist.

He was taken aback by my reaction but gathered himself and tightly pulled my hand away from his. "I'm not interested," I said, "I've got a boyfriend." Now that he was closer, I could practically smell the strong scent of alcohol on him. I mean, we were in a bar, of course, but this was an unpleasant smell.

The man's grip grew tighter at my response. He flipped his hand so my forearm faced up. I looked him directly in the eye before stomping my foot onto his, thanking myself for choosing heavy boots. "Lexi!" I called the bartender. She turned to me with raised brows, her expression changing when she saw the man beside me.

Lexi walked over and glared at him. The people she was speaking to stepped to me, taking the unwanted man away. I thanked Lexi, giving her some money for our drinks tonight. She nodded her head after making sure I was alright. I glanced down at my arm, taking notice of the red marks already forming.

I quickly pulled the sleeve of my jacket down, covering my arm, just in time for Dean to step out of the restroom. I smiled at him as he approached me. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. The two of us said goodbye to Lexi.

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(The Next Day)

I stood in front of the mirror in the motel, doing whatever I could to stop the red marks from becoming visible. But as expected, there wasn't much I could do. Rather than wearing the T-shirt I usually wore. I thought it was best to just keep the sweatshirt I had on yesterday.

The boys had already packed up and were in the car waiting. I told them that I was going to look through the room just in case we forgot anything. Since last night, I hadn't told Dean or Sam what happened, mainly because Dean would freak out and spend the day trying to track whoever that guy was.

I didn't want that, and I knew Sam wouldn't either. We knew how Dean got around things like this. Especially when it came to guys flirting with me. I grabbed my backpack and left the motel room, making sure that my sleeve wasn't pushed up by the backpack strap. "There she is," Dean cheered, gesturing to me with wide arms.

I smiled and got into the backseat. Dean got into the driver's seat while Sam, as usual, was in the front passenger seat. I set my backpack beside me. We were headed to Kentucky after getting a call from a friend of the Winchesters. As Dean was driving, I kept an eye on my arm, wanting to hide it at a good time whenever it began to bruise.

A couple hours passed, and it was time for lunch. We still had about two hours till we arrived at the motel. The three of us found a booth in the back of the diner. Typically, we'd try to find a secluded table in case anyone heard us. Sam pulled out his laptop.

During the whole drive here, Sam and I had been doing some research while Dean drove like usual. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom," Sam told us. We nodded and looked down at the menu. I kept glancing at my sleeve, worried that it would slip down.

I probably should've worn a better jacket, but I had limited choices. Every so often, I noticed Dean glance at me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," I answered. He stared at me for a few seconds before scanning his eyes over the menu again. Dean didn't take long to figure out what he wanted for lunch.

"Y/N/N, I've known you and hunted with you long enough to know what's wrong with you," Dean said. He set the menu in the middle of the table, taking mine out of my hands. My boyfriend ignored my glare when he prevented me from choosing my lunch. "Nothing is wrong," I replied.

His unamused expression never dropped. Instead, Dean leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed. "Don't bullshit me," he said. "I'm not bullshitting you, Dean," I replied. Before the two of us continued, Sam came back over to the booth. Pam, our waitress, made her way over.

"Afternoon, sweethearts. What can I get ya'll?" she asked, holding a notepad in one hand and a pink pen in the other. We each told her what we wanted. She smiled and took the menus, turning around to the diner's bar. I caught Dean looking at me as Sam explained what we found.

About an hour passed, and we finished our lunch. Dean left the money at the table, including a tip for Pam. As I was walking out of the diner, Dean grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside. I hissed in pain and took my hand out of his grip. Dean's face turned to concern when he heard my reaction.

The last thing he wanted was to hear me wince from his touch. He told Sam that we'd be right there. He waited a second before turning back to me, wanting to know what the hell just happened. He knew me too well that everything was fine, especially from what we do.

Dean didn't waste a second. He pushed my sleeve down, revealing the hand-shaped marks. Dean looked at the marks and then up to me. "Dean, it's fine," I lightly pulled his hand away from mine, but he didn't back down.

He carefully held my hand, not wanting to let me go. "Who did this to you?" Dean asked, his voice slightly stern. I was glad that we weren't in Virginia anymore since I knew that Dean would leave the diner to go after you know who.

His brows raised when I hadn't answered his question. "Who did this to you?" he repeated. "It was a guy at the bar. It's fine," I replied. I took my hand out of his grip. Dean looked at me and sighed as he put two and two together, turning to the side (GIF Above).

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, looking back at me. "I didn't want you to worry," I replied. Dean sighed, again, and took my hands into his. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, bringing me in for a hug. "I'm sorry," Dean said. "I'm okay, I'm okay," I repeated.

Taglist: @nix-rose @nyotamalfoy

[maggieandsturn]

BUILD-A-BEAR — 𝚌. 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

✎ summary: chris takes the reader to build-a-bear for her birthday

✎ warnings, notes: she/her pronouns used for reader

"No, there's no way we aren’t doing anything on your birthday," Chris shakes his head.

The two of you are lounging on the Sturniolo's couch, a forgotten movie playing in the background of your conversation. You are sitting cross-legged on the floor, resting your head on Chris's knees as you each scroll on your phones, occasionally striking up conversation.

"What I want for my birthday is nothing but quality time with my friends and boyfriend," You smile at him.

"Okay, where do you want to spend quality time?" Chris rolls his eyes. You tap you chin as if you’re in deep thought, then you shrug and look up at him. He throws is head back in frustration. "Y/N, you have to give me something, or I'm deciding where we're going for your birthday."

"Okay, I want to go to Taco Bell." You state. Chris looks back at you, his eyebrows pinched together and nose wrinkled in disgust. "I'm kidding. You can choose what we're doing, then."

Chris jumps up and pounds on Matt and Nick's door, yelling at them to get ready.

"Chris, where are we going?" You giggle at him running around the house. He grins at you and hands you a folded-up bandana. You shake your head and let him blindfold you and guide you to the backseat of the minivan.

"Don’t worry about it," He laughs, kissing your head before closing your door and heading to the passenger seat. You can’t tell where you’re going, only that you get on the highway and then end up in a crowded parking lot, judging by Matt's frequent breaking and slapping the steering wheel.

Chris helps you out of the car and turns you around by your shoulders. "Are you ready?" You feel him untie your blindfold, and you wring your hands in anticipation.

He yanks the blindfold off, and you see Nick and Matt in front of you, and behind them, a Build-A-Bear Workshop. You turn around to face your boyfriend.

"Do you want a Build-A-Bear?" He smiles.

"Oh my god, yeah!" You laugh and hug him. "This is so sweet, thanks."

"No problem," Chris says, spinning you so you’re now at his side, the two of you following Nick and Matt into the store.

You were leaning toward the axolotl, but upon realizing that it can’t wear clothes, you decided on a green frog. While the staff member stuffed your frog, you picked out a pair of denim overalls and rain boots for it to wear. However, your frog's gorilla grippers were too big for the rain boots, so it was just going to wear overalls.

"What are you going to name him? Or her?" Chris asks you once you begin to fill out the frog's adoption certificate.

"I don’t know, what should I name them?" You turn to him, letting him pat your frog's head.

"First word that comes to you mind."

"Book."

Chris laughs. "Book the frog it is." You finish Book's adoption certificate and (after arguing) Chris pays for them.

Walking back to the car, Chris takes pictures of you smiling hugging Book.

"Hey, check this out," He holds Book's hand in front of you. "Press this."

You squeeze the red paw print, and Chris's recorded voice says, "Happy birthday, Y/N. Chris loves you!" You look up at him and see him blushing.

"Chris, this is so cute," You can’t help but giggle. "Thank you so much."

"Of course. Anything for my birthday girl," He smiles and kisses your smile.

Matt honks at the two of you, still standing in the parking lot. "Get in the fucking car, already!"

✎ thanks for reading! :D

[20nugs]

Hi sweet girl, can I request a story with Matt? Like where he’s starting to get feelings for one of Nick’s best friend (Y/N) where there’s a little bit of angst but at the end it’s a happy ending?

Brother's Best Friend (Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request

cw: cussing, feelings of anxiousness, confusion, basically just angst then happy at the end

a/n: goofy ah title, couldn't think of anything else. would you be surprised if I said i have a lot of requests like this for matt? everyone loves angsty Matt with happy at the end

Matt's POV

I bite my nails as I watch you from my kitchen island. You're in the living room, watching some show with Nick, concentrating on the TV. I can't help but adore the way your eyebrows knit together when you're focused. Then you suddenly glance over, locking eyes with me. My heart drops to my ass and I look away, cursing myself silently as I feel a blush spread across my face. I look back over and see you still watching me, smiling. I can't keep the eye contact, and I drop my head, staring at my hands that are resting on the countertop.

Everytime I look at you, something in my stomach turns in the best way possible. I can't help but notice all the little things about you, the way the part in your hair is always slightly off, the way your eyes squint when you laugh, the way your cheeks turn pink when you receive a compliment.

I glance up, and you've looked back at the TV, but this time you have a light blush on your face. I smile to myself and leave the kitchen, going up to my room. I look back at you one more time, getting butterflies as I see you laughing with Nick at a scene on the TV.

I haven't known you for very long, having only met you this past year. Nick introduced you to me as his best friend a year ago, and from then on you've hung out with us occasionally. We grew close, and I would consider you as one of my closest friends as well. But if that's true, why can't I talk to you without spluttering through my sentence? Why can't I be around you for more than five seconds without getting flustered and hot? Why can't I look at you without my stomach turning into a carousel? These questions pester me constantly.

I lay on my bed, staring up at my ceiling as I think about you, your smile, your laugh. I hear a knock on the door. I don't answer, hoping whoever it is will just assume I'm asleep so I can be alone. Until I hear your voice on the other side of the door. "Matt?" You call. I almost melt as I hear my name leave your mouth. I hold my tongue, wondering what you have to say. "Can we talk?" You ask through the door. I don't answer, even though you're one of my favorite people, i can't bring myself to talk to you after literally swooning over you in my bed.

I hear footsteps getting distant, and as soon as I can't hear them anymore, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. I don't know why I get so nervous around you all the time, I've only been feeling like this recently. Everytime you look at me it's like the whole world stops spinning and I forget how to act. It feels weird to be thinking about you this way, you're my brother's best friend.

I check my phone, and a notification from you pops up. 'Can we talk?' it reads. I leave you on read, tossing my phone back to the side of my bed. I roll onto my side, avoiding my problems and thoughts. I try to distract myself, but you invade my mind every now and then.

All of a sudden, there's a pounding on my door. "Open the door, Matt," I hear Nick say loudly. I groan and get up to open the door.

I swing the door open, and Nick pushes past me to sit on my bed. "What the fuck, Nick," I say, irritated. I close my door and look at him, waiting for him to say something.

"What's up with you and my best friend?" He asks, crossing his arms. He must see the panic on my face because i see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

I huff. "Nothing, now get out," I demand.

Nick rolls his eyes. "Don't be like that, I see the way you look at her." I glare at him, turning my head.

"It's just..." I trail off and sigh, walking over to sit next to Nick on my bed. He puts an arm over my shoulders out of reflex and I lean my head on his shoulder. "I don't know. I feel weird around her, but in a good way? Everytime I look at her I feel like I'm going to throw up, but in the best way possible."

Nick smiles. "It sounds like you have a crush," he says, poking my arm.

I roll my eyes shoving him off of me but smiling nonetheless. "Yeah, whatever," I mumble, looking away.

When I look back at Nick, he's already gaping at me. "So you do like her!" He shouts.

"Nick, shut the fuck up!" I exclaim, tackling him back onto the bed.

"When are you gonna tell her?" Nick asks in a hushed tone. I groan and lift myself off of him, turning away from him. I hear Nick sigh, and I turn back around.

"I guess I'll tell her soon," I murmur, shrugging.

"Tell me what soon?" I hear you say. I see Nick's face drop and I have no doubt that I look the same way. My head whips to you then back to Nick, who's already walking out the door. I curse him in my mind, then try to answer you.

"Uh," I start, then stop, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "Come in, I guess."

"You guess?" You tease before walking in and shutting the door behind you.

I stare at you as you sit down next to me. You sit close enough for us to be thigh to thigh, and I awkwardly scoot an inch away from you. Confusion flashes across your face for a moment, but it quickly replaces with curiosity. "What's going on?" You ask, a line of concern appearing between your eyebrows.

"Well," I say with a deep breath. I pause, not able to find the words.

"Well what?" You ask, teasing me again. I rub my face with my hands, my thoughts flying at a mile a minute. I'm hyper aware of everything you're doing right now. Your hand inching to my shoulder. The way you're scooting a little closer and pressing the side of your body against mine, trying to comfort me. The way your eyes flick across my face. I stand up and take a step away from you, needing space. Hurt flashes across your face only for a moment, but I still feel a pang in my heart for upsetting you, even a little bit.

"How do I say this?" I ask to no one in particular. I look back at you, waiting for my answer on my bed.

"Say what, Matt?" You ask me. I look you dead in the eyes, but look away quickly, the eye contact being to intense for me.

"That I'm..." I trail off as you stand up, walking towards me. "I'm-"

"That you're what?" You interrupt, putting your hands on my shoulders. I look at you for a second, not breathing.

"That I'm leaving," I say, spinning on my heel and quickly trying to leave.

"Matt," You call, grabbing onto my sweater. I pull my arm free from your grasp. "Just tell me," you say, exasperated. "What's the worse that'll happen?"

"I'm in love with you," I blurt out. You stare at me for a second, your mouth slightly agape, seemingly shocked. I turn, my head low as I try to escape down the stairs.

Suddenly I get yanked back around, and my lips are smashed onto yours. I break from the short and messy kiss. "What-" I start, but I don't get another word out as you've already put your mouth back against mine. This time, I kiss back, my hand moving to the back of your neck to press you harder against me. The kiss is a hungry, passionate one. I kiss you like I'm dying of thirst and your lips are the only water for miles. My free hand moves to your waist as I push you against a wall. I break the kiss briefly to take a breath then dive right back in. I can't get enough of finally having the feeling of your lips on mine.

Chris pushes past us as he walks up the stairs, looking at his phone, not caring about the scene before him. He pats my shoulder in a way to say congrats before continuing to his room. I continue to kiss you, not bothering to say anything to him. You break the kiss, giggling as I chase your lips with my own. "Matt," you breathe.

"Hmm?" I hum, kissing down your jaw.

"I'm in love with you too," you murmur, turning your head so I can kiss your neck. I scoff against your neck.

"Really?" I chuckle. "I couldn't tell." You roll your eyes, smiling.

"Shut up," you laugh before pulling me in for another kiss.

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a/n: YOO I POSTED😍

So what do we think😍 is it good yes or no😋

sosososo sorry if i haven't done your request yet!! highschool is very heavy right now im and trying to figure things out BUT I do write every chance I get

IF YOU SEE AN ERROR, TELL ME PLEASE!

anyways matt😍

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 3178

MasterList

Tag List: @thescarlettvvitch @malerieee @lookwhatitcost @herbhuntress @thatgirlforever5 @xxkittenkissesxx @lma1986

Author's Note: This is a longer chapter, A whole ten pages!

Chapter Six

The bus hit a bump, jolting me awake. I sat up abruptly, smacking my head against the bunk ceiling. Groaning, I clutched my forehead in agony. I heard shuffling and a knock on the wall next to my head. “Are you okay in there Morrigan? It sounded like you hit something pretty hard,” Noah stated. I opened the curtain. As our eyes met, he spotted my hand cradling my forehead, and a chuckle escaped him. I squinted slightly at him, prompting a louder chuckle from him. "Would you like an ice pack?" he offered. 

I began to nod my head slightly, but the pain intensified, so I halted midway. "Yes, please," I gasped. He glanced at me with a hint of concern before heading to the small kitchen area. Within a few minutes, he returned, clutching the ice pack. He gently placed it on my forehead, holding it there for me. I murmured a thank you, attempting to push away my thoughts so I wouldn't blush in front of him. 

We eventually locked eyes, sharing a brief moment. "Is your forehead feeling better?" Noah asked in a murmur.

"Yes, thank you. I appreciate your help and concern," I replied softly. Noah gave me a small smile, and I returned it. As we continued to make eye contact, a moment of silent understanding passed between us. Before either of us could add to our conversation, Jolly came running back to us excitedly, utterly unaware of the subtle exchange Noah and I had shared. 

“There you are, sleepyhead! We’ve been waiting all day for you,” Jolly exclaimed. I looked at him, perplexed.

“What do you mean by 'all day'?” I asked, still confused.

“It’s two in the afternoon,” he laughed. I glanced at both of them in shock, then checked my phone, confirming what he said about the time.

“Oh wow, I didn’t realize I was so tired. When do we arrive at our next destination?” I asked sheepishly.

“We won’t get to the hotel until 8:30 - 9:00. Depends on our stops for food,” Noah smiled. I nodded in understanding, and then my stomach growled, drawing further attention to me. The boys laughed as I blushed. 

“We can stop for some food; let's go see what we can decide on,” Noah said with a smile. I nodded, following them to the front, joining Nick, Folio, and Bryan. Everyone greeted me with a smile as we sat down, Noah making sure I took the spot right next to him. After ten minutes of trying to figure out where to eat for a late lunch, we decided to go to Taco Bell. As we ate our food on the bus, I watched Nick and Bryan playing on the Switch on the TV while Noah sat to my left, engrossed in writing in a notebook.

As the journey continued, the afternoon sunlight softened, casting a warm glow through the bus windows. The chatter among us filled the air, blending with the engine's hum. Occasionally, Noah paused his writing to join the conversations, sharing anecdotes and laughter with the group. Outside, the scenery transitioned from urban landscapes to rolling hills and lush greenery as we approached our destination. The gentle sway of the bus and the rhythmic rumble of the road lulled some of us into a peaceful state while others remained engaged in their activities.

As the hours passed, the anticipation of reaching the hotel grew palpable. We exchanged stories, listened to music, and occasionally stole glances out the window, eagerly awaiting our arrival. Despite the fatigue from the journey, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie and excitement among us as we continued our adventure together. I look at the time, and it's 8:00, giving me a sense of relief that we are almost to our destination. 

I lean next to Noah to ask him a question. “What is our destination, anyway?” I quietly ask him. He hums and looks up at me. 

He hums and looks up at me.

"Charlotte, North Carolina," he said with a smile before returning to his notebook. Excitement bubbles inside me; I've never been out of state before, and going to a big city is just as exciting.

"What are you doing over there, busy bee?" I asked Noah. A glint of amusement shines in his eye as he laughs.

"Writing down possible lyrics, thoughts, feelings. You know, all of what makes an artist an artist," he said with a smile while looking at me. As Noah returned his focus to his notebook, the conversation shifted to various topics, ranging from music preferences to upcoming plans for our trip and the tour. We shared stories and jokes, the atmosphere buzzing with camaraderie and anticipation.

The scenery gradually transformed outside the window, signifying our approach to our destination. Tall buildings began to dot the skyline, and the traffic thickened as we neared the city's heart. With each passing mile, the excitement in the air grew more palpable. We exchanged eager glances and shared smiles. Finally, we reached the hotel. Stretching, I was the first out of the bus, causing laughter to erupt as I jolted onto the pavement and looked around in awe. Eventually, The boys all filed out, joining my side. Nick threw an arm around both mine and Noah’s shoulders, giving a contented sigh.

"Now it’s time for hotel shenanigans," he proclaimed, sharing a glint of mischief with Noah. I giggled and went to get my bags from storage, but Noah beat me to it. He pulled out both my suitcases. I thanked him with a playful roll of my eyes, trying to hide the pink tint on my cheeks, and hurriedly grabbed my smaller bag from my bunk. Once I got everything in it, I walked back outside to see Nick carrying Noah’s and his suitcase, while Noah was adamant about holding both of mine.

Once checked in, we all headed to the third floor, where our rooms were. Nervousness was etched into my being. Noah seemed to notice as he nudged my elbow, mouthing if I was okay. I nodded at him and gave him my best smile, trying not to show my nervousness. It didn't work as he pulled me into a side hug, rubbing my arm reassuringly. Once we reached our floor, everyone received their keys from Noah, except me; he held onto mine as we watched everyone enter their rooms.

He turned to me and gave me an encouraging smile, leading the way down the hall to where I presumed our rooms were. "I made sure that our rooms were next to each other in case you feel overwhelmed or need a friend. I'll be just next door," he said with a warm smile. Feeling touched by Noah's thoughtfulness, I smiled gratefully and nodded. As we reached our rooms, Noah first unlocked the door to his room and then mine. Stepping inside, I found the room cozy and welcoming, with a comfortable bed and soft lighting.

"We are all planning to use the pool in half an hour. Would you like to join us?" he asks softly.

I look up at him and smile. "Yes, I would love to," I said softly.

"Awesome, I’ll come grab you, and we can both walk down together then," he said before hugging me and leaving me to his room. Alone in my room, I took a moment to unpack and settle in, grateful for Noah's presence and our bond. With a contented sigh, I unpacked my blanket and stuffed animal and grabbed my swimwear. I felt a little nervous about wearing it around the boys since this would be the first time I had ever been in a swimsuit around any of them. I knew they didn’t care, but it was still nerve-wracking.

With my 30-minute downtime, once I got dressed, I decided to do what I thought was best: unpack one of my books and start reading. Being so engrossed in my book, the time flew by, and I jumped when I heard Noah knocking on the door. Grabbing a towel, I opened the door and came face-to-face with a bare-chested Noah. We made eye contact, causing me to blush and look away slightly. I could have sworn that he did a quick once-over on me, making me even more nervous. After a brief eye contact, Noah smiled warmly and gestured for me to join him. I quickly composed myself and followed him out of the room, trying to shake off the nervousness from our encounter at the door. 

As we made our way to the hotel pool, Noah engaged me in light conversation, helping to ease my nerves. The laughter and splashing grew louder as we approached the pool area, indicating that the others were already enjoying themselves. Folio is having a cannonball competition with Jolly While Nick and Bryan chill out in the hot tub, having what looks like a deep conversation. 

"Any preference on what we do?" Noah inquires, glancing around. As I observe Nick and Bryan departing for the pool to join the others, I suggest, 

"I'm leaning towards the hot tub, but if you’d rather join the guys in the pool, feel free." My smile reassures him. Noah shakes his head with a smile and gently takes hold of my wrist, leading me to the hot tub. He settled into the hot tub first and extended his hand, graciously offering assistance as I joined him. I accepted his gesture with gratitude, slipping into the water beside him. Ensuring our backs were turned to the boys, he positioned himself closely to me. As we adjusted to our seats, I noticed snickering from the boys. Curious, I turned my head to see them staring and whispering. It wasn't until Nick caught my gaze that he initiated a playful splash war by dousing the others with water.

Giggling, I redirect my focus to Noah and me. He meets my gaze with a curious expression before smiling and casually draping his arm behind me. Taking a deep breath, I lean back, fully surrendering to the tranquil atmosphere and letting myself relax entirely. Noah nudges me gently, prompting me to open one eye and glance at him, humming in response. 

After nudging you, Noah leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he starts, "we could always challenge those guys to a splash war of our own. What do you say?" he suggests with a playful grin, inviting you to join in the fun. After a moment of contemplating, I agreed. Looking around, I spotted a water toy chest and nodded my head in its direction to Noah. 

Excitedly, Noah nods in agreement, his grin widening. Following your gaze, he notices the water toy chest and nods back, understanding your plan. Together, you both make your way over to the chest, eager to arm yourselves for the impending splash war. With a triumphant grin, Noah and I grab a water gun from the chest, feeling ready for the upcoming battle. Noah gives me a playful wink before we both stealthily return to our positions in the hot tub, prepared to unleash a torrent of watery retaliation upon the unsuspecting boys.

Thankfully, the boys remain so preoccupied with each other that they don’t notice any movement from either of us. "Who are you aiming for first?" Noah asks a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, definitely, Jolly. You?" I reply with a smile, already anticipating the playful chaos about to unfold.

"Nick, for sure, deserves it for earlier," Noah stated confidently. I couldn't help but look at him curiously, but he refused to meet my gaze. A slight blush seemed to form on his cheeks, adding a hint of mystery to his playful declaration. Suddenly, I changed my mind and playfully squirted Noah with the water gun, catching him off guard. "What was that for?" he asks, laughing.

"Just because," I state with a mischievous grin. He chuckles in response, and we both refocus on it. With synchronized precision, we count down from three and leap out of the hot tub, letting out a spirited war cry as we charge toward the unsuspecting boys. I target Jolly, practically drenching him with the water gun until he's almost swimming in the splash. Meanwhile, Noah aims at Nick, soaking him and focusing his onslaught on his face with a mischievous grin. The laughter echoes around us as the splash war intensifies, each of us fully embracing the playful chaos of the moment. The impending splash war, ready to unleash our watery vengeance on the unsuspecting targets. 

As I drench Jolly with the water gun, he retaliates by lunging out of the pool and tackling me, sending us both into the water with a resounding splash. Emerging from the pool, I burst into laughter, gasping for breath as the hilarity of the moment overtakes me. Through the shimmering water, I catch sight of Noah's quick escape, diving into the pool to evade Nick's retaliatory onslaught. The scene is a whirlwind of laughter and splashing, each of us fully immersed in the joyous chaos of the splash war.

Feeling a sudden brush against my legs, I tense momentarily before Noah breaks through the surface beside me, laughing. Before I can react, he playfully grabs hold of me and pushes me underwater, eliciting a cascade of bubbles and laughter. When I resurface, I seize the opportunity for retaliation, attempting to jump on his back and return the favor. However, Noah proves to be stronger than anticipated, and despite my best efforts, he remains steadfast, barely budging under my weight. We both dissolve into laughter.

After half an hour of horseplay, I find myself thoroughly worn out and needing rest. Making my way to one of the poolside chairs, I collapse onto it, feeling the warmth of the indoor pool seeping into my tired muscles. Stretching out, I close my eyes, relishing in the soothing sensation as I fully unwind and relax. The sounds of laughter and splashing still echo in the background, but I simply bask in the moment's tranquility.

Feeling the poolside chair shift slightly, I open my eyes to see Jolly settling in next to me, a friendly smile on his face. "Hey there," he greets me warmly, his voice carrying over the sounds of the pool. "Mind if I join you for a chat?" he asks, his tone inviting and amiable. I nod in response, welcoming the company as we settle into a comfortable conversation, the warmth of the indoor pool creating a cozy backdrop to our exchange.

"Not at all; I would love to talk with you," I responded with a friendly smile, appreciating the opportunity for some relaxed conversation amidst the lively atmosphere of the pool. Time seemed to slip away as we chatted, and our conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next. From sharing our favorite TV shows to delving into deeper discussions about our deepest fears, we opened up to each other more and more. Our friendship grew more robust with each exchange, forging a more profound connection that transcends the casual setting of the poolside conversation—m—moments like these, filled with genuine connection and understanding, made friendships special.

I felt excitement as I reflected on our conversation, the budding friendship with Jolly, and the already strong bond with Noah. It was comforting to realize that I was finding genuine connections with others amidst the newness and unfamiliarity of being away from home. The thought of having Jolly as a close friend, alongside Noah, brought a sense of warmth and belonging that made the distance from home feel a little less daunting. Being with this group, sharing laughs and conversations, was already starting to feel like a home away from home.

As the hour passed, the rest of the boys gradually followed suit, joining Jolly and me at the chairs. Noah took the spot on my other side, stretching out lazily as he settled in. With a casual glance, he looked at me, his expression relaxed. "Are you doing okay over there?" I asked in a lazy tone, mirroring his relaxed demeanor.

"Yeah," I began, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm having a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for bringing me down with you, Noah." He returned the smile, a warm glint in his eyes, before settling back into his relaxed position. Returning to my conversation with Jolly, I immersed myself in the easy flow of discussion. Occasionally, Noah's hand would brush against mine, a silent reassurance that he was still there, checking in to ensure I was doing okay.

As the night drew to a close, everyone eventually returned to their rooms, leaving Noah and me alone as we headed towards ours. Along the way, I couldn't help but notice Noah stealing glances in my direction every other second. Each time, I found myself smiling, appreciating how he was subtly checking up on me, even in the quiet moments of our journey back. The simple yet meaningful gesture spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness and care.

Pausing at my door, Noah and I exchanged a smile, a silent acknowledgment of the bond we had formed throughout the evening. In that moment, amidst the quiet hallway, our shared smiles spoke volumes, conveying a sense of companionship and understanding that didn't need words to be expressed "We're going to have an early day tomorrow again," Noah started with an apologetic look.

"Okay, that's fine. What time do I need to get up?" I asked, mentally preparing for the early start.

"We'll get up at six, try to have breakfast by seven at the latest, and then be out the doors," he replied, outlining the plan for the next day. I nod my head, showing my understanding. "Would you like me to do a wake-up knock on your door? I tend to have to do it with Bryan and Folio most times," Noah asked, his warm smile reassuring.

"Yes, please, I would appreciate that," I replied gratefully, thankful for his thoughtfulness. It was comforting to know he was looking out for me, even in the small details of our morning routine.

"Alright, sounds like a plan," Noah said, his voice tinged with warmth. We stood there, facing each other, almost hesitant to part ways. "Is it okay if I hug you?" he asked sheepishly. I nodded, a soft smile playing on my lips, and leaned in for the embrace. Noah enveloped me in a bear hug, and we lingered there, wrapped in each other's arms, the moment stretching into what felt like a couple of minutes. It was a simple gesture, yet I felt a sense of comfort and connection that was truly special in that embrace.

We pulled away from the hug, blushing like there was no tomorrow. "I'll see you tomorrow," Noah said, his voice filled with warmth.

"See you tomorrow," I replied warmly, anticipating the day ahead. As Noah headed to his room, I watched him go, grateful for our connection.

[boltupbitches]

Being a kecle and dating nick bosa and having both brother give her the silent treatment or they blow up on her till. nick goes and talks to them like after each time he's played them so he wouldn't even talk to Jason til the championship game

Welcome to the Family - Nick Bosa x kelce!sister

(sibling cold shoulder stuff; SFW)

His girlfriend didn't make the trip to Philadelphia to see him play against Eagles. She was back at their home in Santa Clara, nursing a bad cold and holing herself up in guest bedroom away from Nick to prevent him catching her cold during the playoffs.

Nick thought it was ridiculous. She was very sick at first, causing him to consider not even playing in the Dallas game until she chewed him out for it. He was worried about her and the cold she caught, but couldn't seem to shake off.

He was moments away from contacting Mrs. Kelce when his girlfriend finally let up and allowed him to come in the room if he promised to keep a distance and didn't try to kiss her.

Now, she was feeling much better and he was relieved about that, but he was still worried about her. Thankfully one of his teammate's girlfriends, who didn't make the trip either for personal reasons, stopped in to check on her.

He was now in the middle of chatting to his mom and brother before it was time to head out of the hotel when he heard a woman's voice call his name.

He turned around to see the warm, smiling face of Donna Kelce staring back at him.

He was surprised at the sight of her before smiling and accepting the hug she offered him. "Hi, Mrs. Kelce! Great to see you."

She chuckled and chided him, "Now Nick, we spoke about this the last time you saw me. You can call me Donna."

Nick turned and looked to his mother and brother who were watching on curiously. "Mrs. Kelce - Donna, this is my mother, Cheryl Bosa, and my older brother, Joey. Guys this is Donna Kelce. Angie's mom."

Both parties greeted each other warmly, Nick's mom complimenting the split jersey Mrs Kelce was wearing in support of both of her son's playing today.

"I spoke with Angie on the phone a bit ago. I had no idea she was sick!"

Nick nodded and sighed, "Yeah she's been stubborn about it all. She kept herself locked in the guest bedroom the last two weeks, but finally let up about it this past week and let me in to take care of her. She thinks she picked it up at work since it's going around."

Mrs. Kelce nodded, knowing just how stubborn her youngest child was. "Yes, that's definitely something she has in common with Travis. Well - Jason too. They're all stubborn brats at times." She joked.

Nick nodded, saying nothing to the last part, but agreeing whole-heartedly.

His relationship with the Kelce brothers was odd. Her parents were friendly and greeted him with open arms. Her brothers did not.

Travis was the first to finally accept and come to terms that his sister was dating a fellow NFL player, and approached Nick after the 49ers loss earlier in the season to the Chiefs.

Travis had approached him and shook his hand after the game, saying, "Tell Angie I'm stopping by tonight before we fly out tomorrow."

Nick nodded and they parted ways.

That night, Travis sulked a bit at the couple's kitchen table as his sister chewed him out for being an asshole the last couple of months. Nick said nothing and stayed out of it.

Neither man was surprised when she then got to serving dinner and asked to say grace together. That was just Angie's way.

Things were good after that. Sure, they weren't best friends, but an understanding and respect formed between the two of them with Travis even occasionally reaching out to congratulate him on his team's win.

It was just Jason.

Who was still being, "a stubborn asshole whose ass I will kick," according to Angie.

Nick had yet to meet the older brother personally, but knew the man didn't care for him.

Mrs. Kelce gave him another hug again, telling him good luck and saying goodbye to his family as she made her way out of the hotel.

His mom complimented her decision to stop by and greet him.

He appreciated it too.

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Nick was deeply upset and hurt as he limped his way off the field. It was crushing to lose so badly like this.

It was if the well oiled machine of the 49ers just came apart in the span of minutes the second Brock went out and Johnson came on.

Everyone there or watching knew it too.

They injury on his ankle was just the icing on the fucking cake.

Just as he was getting ready to leave the field and find refuge in the locker room, wanting so bad to just go back to his girlfriend, he was interrupted by a hand clapping his left shoulder.

He looked up in irritation, both at being interrupted from his gloom and at himself for not realizing someone was likely calling his name just moments ago.

He was surprised to see the serious face of Jason Kelce staring back.

Both were quiet for a moment before Jason held his hand out to him, "Good game, man. I'm sorry it didn't turn out in your favorite tonight. You guys have been killing it all season."

Nick cleared his throat and accepted the handshake. "Thanks. Yeah.. I guess that's just football." He said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to his girlfriend's oldest brother.

He had overheard the phone argument that day she had with Jason, and had heard the stuff Jason said about him.

He was pissed for the longest time over that, but soon realized that it wasn't really about him at the end of the day personally, but just a man trying to look out for his baby sister.

Still, this was awkward.

"Look," Jason stared away for a minute before looking back at him, trying to ignore the loud cheering of the stadium around them. This wasn't the best place to hold a conversation, but he clearly wanted to do it now and Nick, while exhausted, knew it was pretty important too. "I've been an asshole. I'm sorry for the shit I said to Angie about you and your character. I'm sorry I upset her and made her cry too. She's my baby sister and I am always prepared to step in when necessary. I know that's not much of a consolidation in all of this, but I am sorry for causing any strain on your guys relationship. It wasn't right."

Nick just stared at him for a moment or two, processing what he was saying, before responding back, "I get it dude. I really do. Things have been tough and if I had a younger sister, I couldn't imagine how protective I'd be too of her. Just know she means a lot to me and I'd never go out of my way to cause her hurt."

Jason nodded and reached his hand out once more, "I'm glad we could talk a bit. I don't want to hold you up any longer as I see cameras coming this way. I'll reach out to Angie tonight. I know she's going to have a shit ton of stuff to say to me when I do, but I'm ready for it. We'll need to link up at some point."

"For sure." Nick said.

They shook hands again and parted ways.

Nick was still in his head as he made it off the field and to the guest locker room, muting out the noise around him as he thought about what just happened.

He knew the cameras were recording for a distance as both of them spoke, and he knew Angie was likely watching from home and saw it too.

He was sure his phone was blowing up with texts from her.

After he finished showering and changed, he took a seat in front of his locker as he watched his teammates solemnly pack up and change quickly to get the hell out of that stadium.

He had a few minutes before he had to go talk with the media.

He opened his messages and immediately saw Angie's at the top.

Angelina 🤪 I'm so sorry baby. :(

What did Jason say to you? I will fly out there and kick his fucking ass! Let me make sure I pack my inhaler tho

That was over an hour ago and Nick for a split second was worried that she would be crazy enough to fly out here just to rip her brother a new one.

He quickly texted her back.

Nicholas 🐻 Thank you, babe. And he actually was apologizing. He said he'd be calling you later to see about getting together to clear the air.

You feeling any better?

Her response was immediate

Angelina 🤪 I am feeling a bit better than earlier. I'm glad to know it wasn't him being an asshole. Cause he knows I will come out there if I have too.

Nick quietly chuckled a bit to himself at that, knowing how true it was.

Just then his name was called to go out and speak to the press. He sighed and slipped his phone into his pocket as he got up.

While his season was now over as well as his team's chance at the Super Bowl, he'd take the personal win of making amends with his girlfriend's older brother.

Now, if only Angie doesn't kill him when he tells her his plans of not attending the Super Bowl..

[rattacat]

Relationships post about Nancy Drew S4

***Warning Spoilers ahead for the whole season up until 410 and theories onward***

After calming down after each episode and looking back at the season as a whole, I know I am in the minority of people who are actually enjoying this season so far and thinking that the writing is BRILLIANT this season. Having said that, here are some thoughts that I have about the relationships going on this season.

The mystery is a whole other topic and I am so intrigued by it. It has so many moving parts I can't quite piece everything together. So I am enjoying that ride as well and can't wait to see how this whole mystery unfolds by the last episode!

**LONG post alert under the cut. Again, spoiler warning for the whole season.**

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Again, I am one of the few people who thinks that the writing this season is brilliant. I know I will probably be attacked for this post but I need to get my thoughts out.

As painful as this season has been to Nace, and believe me I get it, I love how the writers are actually depicting their relationship amongst everyone else's. HERE ME OUT:

This season definitely has the Drew Crew growing up. They are still friends and still there for each other, but they are starting their "adult" lives. At the start of the season, we have Nick still co-owning the Claw, *not sure what is going on with the youth center*, and the whole running for council thing, Bess is in charge of the Historical Society, George still co-owns the Claw and is shadowing Judge Abbot and going to school for law, Nancy has her investigative business, and Ace is an assistant at the Morgue.

With that being said, they have also shifted their friend dynamic to an adult friendship dynamic. With the way that the timeline is depicted in the show, with some episodes taking place over just a single day, I'm not surprised at how some relationships are depicted onscreen. It's very realistic.

I know that a lot of people don't like that Ace always seems to be in the morgue and away from the crew, but he IS the only one with an actual 9-5 job that he can't get away from, so this doesn't actually shock me. This is a job he said he loved in 313 so I can see him not wanting to mess that up. With that, Nick still seems to visit him and check in on him, bringing him lunch and making sure he talks to someone at least once a day and Bess seems to go and visit him occasionally and appears to have a great relationship with Rebecca this season which we hear about but don't actually see. As soon as someone needs him, or calls him, he always helps out still while being at "work" so to me, he isn't as distant as some might think he is. And I don't think that the writers are doing him dirty as some people think either. There is a LOT that happens in an episode and it can feel like he is distant but he really isn't. (we get in him scrubs, I'm NOT complaining about that either!)

He is also still with the crew when he can be! He was with everyone in 402 and 403. He was with Nick at the Claw in 404/405? He was with everyone in rescuing Nancy in 406, playing the game in 407, and obviously the whole of 408, except the last scene. (And while I would have loved if Ace was there for that scene, I also am not mad about him fishing with his dad....more on that phone call later.)

Getting into it:

I love Nancy and Nick's BFF era this season. I also love that Nick seems to be dad #3 of the group and I'm here for it. We start out S1 with them in a relationship which didn't work out and never really had a friendship, so it's nice to see them have one now and get past that awkwardness. Nancy can lean on Nick, she knows this, and he seems to be the only one. Major growth here!

Nick and George: S3 ended with them in a bit of a mess but I am liking where their relationship is kind of headed. George admits that there are some days where it is hard to be friends with Nick but they are working on it and the friendship is growing. The body swap episode (408) proved that. Nick being there for George and her date was a sweet touch. I would love for them to get back together but even if they don't, I'm happy to see George trying with someone and I do love Jade!

Nick and Ace: Living to finally see this friendship. We get snippets of it over the course of the other 3 seasons but now we are finally starting to see it. Nick being there for Ace and hearing him out, giving advice, I love them seeing them together.

Bess and George: I am happy that Bess at least has George fighting on her side this season with Carson. Their friendship really grew and I actually liked that Bess and George said they are best friends, because they are! And yes, while Bess said "Don't tell Ace" and everyone got a little mad, you can have more than one best friend. I do!

Bess and Ace: They are still very much plantachors! They know each other well and they still seem to have a solid friendship even though we aren't seeing it much this season. Like I said before, Bess still seems to visit him in the morgue and she also seems to have a good relationship with Rebecca now which is implying that a lot of their friendship is offscreen this season. In 402, Ace said he went to Bess for moral support about finding out about the curse, and she went to everyone else. So, STILL my favorite plantanchors!

Nick and Bess: I am LOVING this friendship that came out of the past seasons. They are helping each other out a lot this season and Nick is there for Bess still with the whole situation about the Historical Society and the "witch-hunt" storyline. keep it coming!

Nancy and Bess: these two seem to have grown into sisters. They have a great friendship even though we don't see it a lot but they are there for each other in a heartbeat!

Here we go!

Nancy and Ace

Where do I even start? The most epic of slow burn romances out there. There have been so many crumbs over the last 3 seasons all leading up to this!

This is a love for either of them that they have never experienced before. While both Nancy and Ace have had other relationships, they don't even come close to the love that they feel for each other. They have admitted that they are the loves of each other's lives and Nancy admitted that Ace is her person...... That's HUGE.

They have both done so much growing up over the seasons to be able to recognize this. So, this season:

While yes, there is a lot of pain, I believe it actually grew their relationship and the writing is done very well here. Yes, Ace wound up breaking Nancy's heart at the end of 403, but Nancy broke his heart first.

This whole journey after that is them coming back together and trying to figure it out. They don't know what it is like to be "just friends" with each other and we definitely see that. Nick calls Ace out on this and you can see him agreeing! It was never just about friendship for him. Ace admitted that he still wants to be with her more than anything, but watching her almost die in his arms definitely scared him. This isn't a hallucination from Temperance, this was REAL, and Nancy ALMOST died. If Ace looses Nancy, he's losing a piece of himself and he won't know what to do. He finally understood what Nancy went through in that hallucination and understood why she stayed away. That thought is what scares him into running away and giving up because he would rather see her alive and with someone else than risking her life. That whole speech he gives her at the end of 405 was incredibly written, as heartbreaking as it was. He was very openly honest with her here too. He told Nancy that she deserves to be happy and with someone who can love her completely, EVEN THOUGH IT WOULD RIP HIM APART. He was honest!! And Nancy knew that! Nancy still loves him greatly and she doesn't know how to be around him either without those feelings rising to the surface. Everything they have done was for each other, so to take a step back, they don't know how and I think this is beautifully shown up to this point!

They are trying to be just friends, and failing. This is why it is hurt after hurt and the fights we have been seeing all season because there is still too much feeling there. They keep trying to give each other space but winds up being impossible. Ace still helping with the mystery and being part of that friend group is keeping her attached to Ace.

Tristan happened to be in the right place at the right time. While I think there is something more there (mystery pertaining), at this point, yes he is uncomplicated and easy. And NOT cursed. (well, until the sin eater reveal in 410)

But Nancy can't bring herself to let more feelings in because she is still hung up on Ace. She felt guilty when she found out that Ace saw her with Tristan and immediately tried to tell him about it. Ace being nonchalant about it on the outside affected her, you can visibly see it, and she doesn't know what to do with that.

Ace however, is still very much hurting on the inside. He just doesn't show it. He told Nancy to move on and this is what she is trying to do. So he is braving it, and trying to let her. Still being affected by this however, leads to the fight at the end of 407. Nancy needs Ace to give her space so she can try to heal. This is understandable. They never really got a chance to really be together so Ace doesn't know how hard it is for her. Nancy had that WHOLE hallucination, multiple days with him, to know what she's trying to walk away from. So, he agrees and leaves her to it which we see Nancy crying because yes, that still hurts.

Then, Nancy texts the whole group that she needs help and to meet at the Claw ASAP. Despite everything, Ace still shows up because she needs help, and she tells him this. Ace still showing up knocks her a bit because yes she still wants the space, but it means a lot to her.

Spending the day in each other's bodies doesn't help either. But this was the turning point. They had to work together, and be together for the day and that really proved to them that they are better together, whether they like it or not. Cut to the end of the episode when Nancy tells Ace to go be with his dad. There was a LOT that was loaded in to that speech. She was talking about making memories with his dad and still being able to because she lost Kate, but she was also talking about them. "All that's left are memories. That's all you're really left with...just messy, stupid memories that stick around..." She's still remembering him. And I think Ace caught that meaning too. There is so much they can say to each other without actually saying it and this is one of those moments.

After Ace goes fishing with his dad, he realizes that he can't stay apart from her. Now for the phone call:

Again, this is the turning point. Ace told Nancy that he is a better person with her in his life. Nancy admitted that she wasn't happy without him in hers.

However, before this, Ace still tells Nancy, again, that it still hurts to be her friend right now. Why? Because he still loves her. You don't get over that that quickly and Nancy knows she still loves him. There was something in that pause from Ace where you knew he wanted to say more but held himself back. This is where it takes a turn.

The next couple of episodes their whole relationship seems to change. Nancy is freaking out about saving Tristan, which understandable, but something seemed really off.

In 409, we hear that Tristan has been trying to ask Nancy out for a bit... a few days, but she doesn't answer him because she doesn't know if this is what she wants. After she shoots him and they are trying to save him in 410, that's where it hit me that something is wrong. She refers to Ace as her ex and tells Tristan she just got out of a relationship, which isn't entirely wrong, but they way she's explaining it doesn't sound right.

One line got me...."Sure, call my ex to help the guy I like". Why would she not want Nick to call Ace? He's been helping her this whole time and he still helped when she got stuck. So why now?

Here is my theory........After we find out at the end of 410 that Nancy was the last sinner, this whole couple of episodes makes more sense.

Why all of a sudden, Tristan is now a "maybe" thing. Nancy altered her memories of her feelings for Ace, in turn altering his. I don't know if anything happened, but after that phone call, the only way they are going to move on is if those feelings for each other are gone. They can't be happy and still be friends. This was the only sure way.

Nancy doesn't want Ace to hurt anymore and she doesn't want to hurt either. But she doesn't NOT want him in her life. Hence, going to the black door.

If this winds up being right, WOW! this would be a great twist and I would love to see where this brings them!

I have absolute faith in the writers and know we are getting our endgame, so BRING IT ON.

as Kennedy says, "Ride the wave, baby!"

sorry for the rant!

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊. 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — nothing major yet!!! it's not violent or smutty, will pick up tho in the next chapter

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — the first ones here! It's short but the smut ones will be longer and the next one may be a little longer depends if I add smut or how much, follow, reblog, comment!!! follow @sstanhoe-updates for updates — taglist is with conditions

After all the stress you had to endure in the past few months in your office you finally had the long-wanted vacation. Away from the loud noises of New York and over to Italy Lemon Sul Garda for ten days, but first you decided to visit an old friend of yours in New Haven and from there to Boston to fly to Europe.

You checked if you had everything before getting into your care and starting your engine, it wasn’t a too long drive to New Haven. You typed in the route into you navigation to make sure you would drive correctly.

However, you hoped you wouldn’t just stop in the middle of the road. Your car wasn’t the newest and it had a habit of driving you crazy.

The drive started out good until there was a traffic jam causing you to almost park on the highway for two hours until you were near the next exit. Finally driving off you drove and sighed in relief, the navigation quickly switched and led you over a country road where there was nothing but trees and trees.

It was an endless road and always looked the same. Now thanks to the traffic jam it would not take two and a half hours but almost five.

The road got boring, so you put your playlist, the first song that came up was Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. A big smile spread on your face, and you started to sing along, rolling down your window letting the warm summer air flow through your hair.

“And I'm possessive, it isn't nice. You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice!” you shouted on the top of your lungs while laughing.

All the stress from the past washed away from you, you felt free for the first time in ages. “But now it isn't true. Now everything is new,” you continued singing along. The road got emptier as time passed, the sun set, and you groaned as you noticed. You planned on getting to New Haven while it was still bright outside.

Now it would be dark when you came to New Haven, and you hated that. Shortly after the fifth song the sun was gone, and the only light were your headlights occasionally a streetlamp.

Suddenly there was a loud sound coming from the hood of your car and you slowed down unintentionally. Your face fell as you car came to a complete stop.

“No, no, no what are you doing? This can’t be happening,” you complained letting your head fall onto the steering wheel with a heavy sigh. You looked up and saw smoke coming from the hood, it made you quickly put on the hazard light and get out of the car.

Opening the hood, a huge cloud of black smoke busted out causing you to cough horribly.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, it looked awful, and you probably needed someone to tow the car and you would need a taxi or something.

However, to even get a tow truck you needed your phone, getting it out of the car you noticed that you had no signal. Your face changed into confusion, your playlist was just playing so why wouldn’t that work?

Just then your playlist stopped as if it heard your thoughts. You looked around to see if there was anything, in the distance you thought you could make out a house.

You had no other choice but to walk there, it was too late for any car to come by, and it wasn’t like the road was very busy anyway. In the last hour you drove there was not one car coming by.

Walking down the dark, empty street an uneasy feeling climbed up your neck. You may be the only person on this street but that didn’t stop the fear.

After an exhausting fifteen minutes you finally found a house or more like a mansion, it looked beautiful. It was mostly dark, but a few rooms were still illuminated giving you a hint that someone was still awake.

Nervously you walked up to the front door and knocked while fumbling with your fingers.

The door opened and revealed a man with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes in a blue henley and dark jeans, had a broody expression on his face. “Hello?” he asked, confused looking you up and down.

“Hey, my uh car just broke down like fifteen minutes away from here and I’ve got no signal so I couldn’t call anyone. I don’t mean to intrude but uh, can you help me?” you asked softly not quite meeting his gaze.

“Yeah sure, let me just call Ari,” he turned around into the house, “Levinson! There’s a girl who needs help with her car, get ya ass down here,” he shouted making you flinch slightly.

Ari jogged down the stairs, stopped midway as he saw you. You looked gorgeous and so needy. He came back and continued towards you and Bucky, “hey there, I’m Ari nice to meet you,” he gave you a grin extending his right hand to you.

He had lighter hair than the other man but almost the same blue eyes, a full beard and longer hair, broad shoulders overall huge in contrast to the brunette he wore a light blue flannel and shorts.

Taking his hand you told him your name, your voice sounded melodic to both men.

“Let’s go Bucky,” Ari patted Bucky on the back and walked out, sending you a charming smile, “shit it’s rainin’,” he said after coming to a stop to wait for Bucky.

You didn’t even know it was raining, the door was covered. “Do you have an umbrella?” Bucky interrupted and you shook your head slightly. For the first time the brunette gave you a smile, “it’s okay, you can wait inside. Andy will keep you company, don’t worry we will find your car doll,” he promised before turning back once again, “Andy! Look after the pretty girl,” he shouted and followed after Ari.

Right then a man with the same dark hair as Bucky, just a little longer and more styled with a neat full beard walked in, he had a white dress shirt with a loosened necktie paired with dress pants.

Andy had the same reaction like Ari and Bucky, fully blown away by your beauty. Him and Bucky being the oldest in the house made them see a lot over the years but never someone like you. “I'm Andy,” he extended his hand to shake yours, you took his hand saying your name again, “my car just broke down,” you quickly added.

You were taken back by all the handsome men that lived here, you didn’t know how to act.

“Well come in I will make you a cup of tea and you can meet the rest of the guys,” Andy explained as he led you inside the house. Your eyes widened, there were more?

You followed him into the kitchen where you found another brunette, his hair was maybe as long as Andy’s but not as styled and looked like it had more volume. Unlike Andy and Ari he had a clean shaved face, even Bucky had a light stubble meaning it was still a difference to the other three. He had white shirt on with a red jacket on top that suited him perfectly and he was definitely on the hot list. “That's Brandon, but we call him Steve. We have two Steve's so to differentiate them just say Brandon,” Andy enlightened you.

Steve turned around, his reaction no different to Bucky, Ari and Andy. “Well hello, where did you come from?” he asked with a sly smirk. You are at a loss of words, too flabbergasted with the fact that you were in a house with four hot men. “Her car broke down, wanted to give her tea,” thank god Andy jumped in. He moved around the kitchen gathering the ingredients, “what kinda tea you like?” he questioned.

”Uh, I uhm like peppermint,” you said quietly not trusting your voice.

Andy gave you a reassuring smile, he liked your shyness but was also interested in seeing what else there was to you. Steve on the other hand wanted to get you out of yourself, he took your hand and guided you to sit on the kitchen island.

“Where were you headed?” Steve began asking you and leaned himself against the counter next to you. You took a shaky breath,“New Haven and then Boston to Italy.” The man's eyes widened and his lips formed into a grin, “I was in Italy once, a beautiful country.” As you were about to respond two new men walked in.

One had a mustache that looked like he came straight from a porno and shortish hair, he wore an expensive looking polo while the other man had shorter hair than Bucky but the same stubble and wore like Andy a dress shirt and pants. Both looked surprised to see you sitting on the counter.

“Just perfect! Bunny, that's Lloyd with porn stach and Nick with the Andy slash mob boss look,” Steve told you pointing at each one.

Your mouth dropped slightly open, another two men which looked hot as hell.

Before either one of them could say a word Ari and Bucky came back bearing bad news. “I'm sorry doll but that car of yours is gonna take a while, we could get a tow truck tomorrow. Do you have anywhere to be?” Bucky was the one to tell you.

“I wanted to visit my friend but I can cancel, I have this flight to Italy in four days though,” you explained to them. You had no idea what they would do, would they let you stay? You had nowhere else to go. “I think you can stay here, what do you guys think?” Ari asked out loud, stepping forward.

Lloyd as well as Nick were sure they would have no problem with you staying here and the others thought no different. That was when Lloyd remembered something, “we gotta ask Rogers, he will freak out if we don't and Drysdale too or at least tell him.” There were two more?

All of the men nodded, as if on queue there could be heard loud bickering from the next room.

Nick shook his head and walked to the door, opening it he shouted; “get in here assholes we have a meeting. Now,” the bickering stopped and in stepped a blonde man and brunette, both shaved clean and the hair as long as Andy, tall and good build. A wet dream.

“This is Y/n our guest, her car broke down and she needs a place to stay. Doll that's Ransom and Steve.”

So this was the other Steve, you looked from Bucky to the two who looked intrigued like the other seven did. “She can stay,” Ransom instantly said, causing relief to wash over you, thankful you didn't have to sleep in your car. “Yeah it's the right thing to do, we have enough guest bedrooms, I'll show you,” Steve waved at you to follow him. You quickly jumped from the kitchen island to follow him but not before Andy pressed the cup of tea into your hands. Whispering a thank you, you went after Steve.

As you were gone, Lloyd clicked his tongue against his teeth, “we're keeping here right?”

“Yes,” “definitely,” “yep,” “for sure,” “uh huh,” “'course,” all men in the room agreed with Lloyd.

“But I do wanna go to Italy,” Brandon cut in, for a moment everyone looked at him before they nodded their heads and gave their consent again.

“One thing though, do we tell her?” Andy asked, looking around. Some faces looked unsure while others thought they needed to tell you.

“I mean she will find out either way…,” Ransom brought up and got agreement in response. “Well then let's wish her a good night…separately,” groans could be heard as Andy made the announcement and got a pad on the back from Bucky.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx

[mintsturniolo]

drunken love (n.s)

bf!nick x m!reader

i feel like I don't see enough nick fics and i really be craving them sometimes

please leave requests in my inbox. i need ideas

A/N: nick can drive in this one

summary: when nick's friend calls him saying tyler was drunk, nick goes and picks his boyfriend up from the party. he helps him get ready for bed

TW: brief mention of alcohol; slight mention of throw up (not descriptive or anything)

Nick was on the couch deep in thought. There was a movie but he couldn’t focus on it. All he could focus on was how he was going to apologize to his boyfriend. He and Tyler had gotten into a fight before he left. Nick knew he was wrong, but he was too fired up to accept it and instead ended up hurting Tyler’s feelings. Tyler was now at a party with some friends, and because he was angry, Nick had chosen to stay home instead to cool off.

Nick’s phone rang, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. It was Madi. “What’s up?” he asked. “Everything okay?”

Nick heard Madi sigh on the other end of the line. “I don’t know why, but Tyler’s drunk. We tried to get him to stop drinking, but he just kept going. Said something about having a rough day and needing to unwind,” Madi replied. “We need someone to take him home.”

“I’m on my way,” Nick sighed, getting up off the couch and searching for his car keys. “Chris! Matt! I’m heading out!”

“Okay!” the brothers yelled out from Matt’s room.

As Nick drove he tried to keep himself calm. As annoyed as he was at Tyler for getting drunk, it wasn’t going to be the time to lecture him. Nick pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. He made his way inside and was immediately met with the smell of alcohol and smoke. “Nick!” a voice called and he looked around before seeing his friend Nate. “You decided to join us?”

“No. I’m here for Tyler. Next time though,” Nick replied.

Nick looked around, finally spotting Madi who was leaning against the bathroom door occasionally peeking in. “Is he okay?” Nick asked.

Madi was about to reply when Tyler stumbled out of the bathroom. Nick caught his boyfriend before he hit the floor. “Whoah. Hey Tyler.”

Tyler looked up at Nick and a lazy smile formed on his face. “Nicky!” he exclaimed throwing his arms around him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Nick said as he hugged Tyler. “I’m going to take you home okay?”

Tyler was about to respond when cheering erupted from the nearby couch. Tyler glanced over as he leaned heavily against Nick. “Ty! Wanna join us?” a boy asked. “Just one more round of shots before you go.”

“Please Nickyyyyy,” Tyler pleaded, his words slurred.

Nick shook his head, keeping a tight grip on Tyler. “Come on my love.”

As they made it out the door, Tyler paused, holding onto the railing of the porch. “Wait,” he muttered, his playful attitude wavering a little as everything started spinning.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”

Tyler took a deep breath before nodding. “I just got a little dizzy. I’m okay now.”

"Do you think you can walk?" Nick asked and Tyler shook his head.

Nick lifted Tyler into his arms and carried him to the car. He opened the door and helped Tyler fasten his seatbelt. Tyler reached for Nick, pulling him close. “What, my love?” Nick asked softly.

“M’sorry for upsetting you,” Tyler slurred brushing his lips against Nick’s. “I hope you don’t hate me. I thought you hated me.”

Nick kissed Tyler back and sighed. “I don’t hate you. I could never. I overreacted. I’m the one who should be apologizing my love.”

When Nick got no response he looked down at Tyler. The boy was rested against his chest with his eyes closed. He wasn’t asleep but he was definitely out of it. “It’s okay Nicky,” he murmured as Nick gently rested him against the seat.

While Nick drove he continued to check in on Tyler, making sure he was feeling okay. Feeling a little hungry, he decided to pull into the McDonald’s drive thru. The line was longer than it usually was, but Nick knew it wouldn’t take too long. “Hmmmm,” Tyler hummed, suddenly reaching for Nick’s hand.

“Hey baby,” Nick replied. “How are you feeling?”

“Can I lean on you?” Tyler mumbled.

“I don’t know how comfortable that will be with the center console, but sure,” Nick replied.

Tyler adjusted himself so that he was able to rest his head on Nick’s chest. Nick moved his arm so that he was able to put it across Tyler’s shoulders. It was quiet as he placed his order and received it. It wasn’t until Nick had finished eating in the parking lot that Tyler moved.

Nick felt Tyler’s breath on his neck. Suddenly, Nick felt Tyler start to kiss his neck. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when Tyler ran a hand up his leg. “Not right now baby,” he mumbled. “You’re too drunk right now.”

Tyler’s lower lip quivered almost instantly when Nick pulled away. “I love you Nicky.”

“I know. I love you too Ty. Just don’t do that right now okay?” Nick said reassuringly, taking his boyfriend’s hand. Nick planted a kiss on Tyler’s lips. “I love you so much.”

Several minutes later, Nick pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. Tyler had quieted down and Nick began to get worried. “Ty?” he asked turning around.

Tyler was hunched over in his seat with a hand over his stomach. He’d gone pale and instantly Nick new what was wrong. “Okay. Let’s get you inside.”

Nick got out of the car and went around to Tyler’s side of the car. He decided to take it slow to avoid hurting Tyler. “Nicky,” Tyler groaned.

“I know. We’re going inside,” Nick said as they slowly made their way to the house.

Nick knew that Tyler was starting to feel sick, what he wasn’t expecting was for Tyler to collapse in the driveway. Nick stumbled a little as Tyler’s full weight dropped against his leg. Tyler started to gag and Nick knelt down rubbing his back. When Tyler was done throwing up, Nick lifted him to his feet and led him inside. He would hose down the driveway in the morning.

They made their way into Nick’s bathroom and Nick helped Tyler sit on the toilet lid. After helping Tyler brush his teeth, Nick started the bath, knowing Tyler wasn’t going to be able to stand in the shower. Nick sat outside the bathtub helping Tyler clean up. “Okay. Are you ready to get out now?” he asked gently.

“I’m comfortable,” Tyler murmured, his words almost unintelligible.

Nick nodded and stayed where he was, running his fingers through Tyler’s wet hair. It was quiet as Tyler rested his head on the edge of the tub. Nick wanted to get to the bed or anywhere more comfortable, but he wanted Tyler to be content. The warm water was probably keeping him grounded. “You’re so pretty” Tyler stated randomly, catching Nick off guard.

“What?” Nick stuttered looking at his boyfriend.

“You’re so pretty Nicky,” Tyler repeated, his adoring tone not changing a bit.

Nick felt himself blush as Tyler gazed up at him from where he sat in the tub. After a few moments Tyler complained about the water getting cold. Nick helped him out of the tub and helped him get dressed. Tyler leaned heavily into him and Nick could tell he was getting tired. Tyler’s arms hung loosely around Nick’s neck and he smiled lazily. Nick slowly but surely was able to get Tyler into the bedroom. He helped Tyler lay down and laid beside him. “How do you feel love?”

Instead of replying, Tyler adjusted himself so that he was just barely hovering over Nick. He planted a kiss on Nick’s lips, “I missed you so much Nicky,” he murmured, kissing him again.

Not having a response, Nick returned the kisses as he ran his fingers through Tyler’s hair. Tiring himself out, Tyler rested his head on Nick’s chest and closed his eyes. The feeling of Nick’s body against his and Nick gently scratching his back was keeping his mind distracted from the spinning in his head. “G’night Nicky,” he murmured.

“Good night, Ty,” Nick replied, feeling himself start to doze off.

@sturniolo04

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 21 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad (I had to put the song that made me wanna create this fanfic)

“Hello hello!” Lily called as she arrived in the living room after the deep conversation regarding her love life had finished not long ago. “Bathroom’s free so first come first serve. Towels are on the rack and you can put your clothes in the laundry basket if you want.”

The triplets all thanked her before Nick decided that he’d go first after taking the suitcase upstairs to have his pyjamas ready, seeing as Lily was in hers. The girl plopped down on the couch next to Matt as Alex finally sat down too, next to Chris.

“What’d I miss?”

“We talked about how wonderful you are and that you’re the best person ever!” Alex joked.

“Damn, nothing I didn’t know then”, Lily teased back. “As long as you don’t force the guys to say shit like that.”

The four friends laughed at that, before Chris assured that they didn’t have to be pressured into admitting something that they could see for themselves, which actually made Lily feel so loved. She looked at Matt for confirmation, and he carefully nodded at his brother’s statement.

“Y’all are so nice to me”, Lily said as she wiped a fake tear. “I’ll need to invite you here more often.”

“Please do because y’all have a nice house,” Chris complimented. “Shit’s feels real cosy and homely.”

“That’s so sweet bro, we take that very seriously. Thanks.” Lily was truly appreciative to hear that her guests felt comfortable in the house as it was something that was important to her and Alex: making people feel welcome.

They kept talking about random subjects, from the triplets’ tour to the girls’ childhood, while the people on the couch kept changing for the next hour or so as each one of them would eventually go take a shower. This was the final shift of seats as Alex went to have hers and Lily was left with Nick, Matt and Chris – Bernard was travelling around the house and would occasionally come back to be petted by the group. As she saw the time that had come by, Lily suggested that they order food as the triplets might be hungry. They gladly accepted and Lily unlocked her phone to check for delivery options.

“Usually I’d actually cook for y’all but I’m kinda exhausted right now so tomorrow night if you’re still here. I can offer you pizzas for tonight?”

“We’ll never refuse pizzas”, Nick agreed with the proposal. “And we’ll definitely be here tomorrow night if you’re not tired of us yet.”

“I could never!”The girl faked to be offended. “Here, look at the menu and add your choices to the cart.”

Lily passed her phone to the triplets so that they could decide what they wanted before they gave it back to her. She then chose for her and Alex before confirming the order that would arrive soon enough. While they waited, Lily asked the triplets what they wanted to drink.

“I’m mostly asking Nick and Matt though, I’m certain Chris wants a pepsi. Would I be right?”

“Absolutely, you know me so well wow!” Chris sarcastically laughed before thanking the girl.

Nick and Matt joined Lily in the kitchen to see the other choices for themselves. They felt lucky that the girls had similar taste to them as Nick was able to get a Saint Pellegrino while Matt also got a Pepsi as he saw that the fridge had quite a lot in it.

“Y’all will have to thank Alex for that”, Lily said as she handed the youngest triplets their drinks. “Girly has been addicted to soda since high school, though not as bad as Chris luckily.”

“Thank you for pointing that out!” Nick exclaimed. “He really needs to notice how bad his drinking habits are.”

“Wait, as a good host I should actually give him water then”, Lily seriously offered.

“Being a good host means listening to your guests’ needs though?” Chris tried to reason as he wasn’t giving up his can.

“Your brain might want all that sugar but I swear your body truly needs water bro. This is the only Pepsi you’ll get tonight so cherish it because you’ll be water hydrated for the rest of the night.”

“I’m for real considering hiring you as his life coach right now”, Matt half-joked. “He needs that kind of attitude around him that isn’t coming from Nick or me.”

“Sure,” Lily replied. “How much is the job?”

“You’re leaving me, what?” Alex dramatically questioned as she kept appearing at the most out-of- context moments in conversations. “How am I gonna live without you by my side? Nooooo!”

“I’d never babe, don’t worry.” Lily reassured as everyone laughed at Alex’s fake offence. “Sorry guys, I can’t leave the love of my life alone.”

“We’ll manage, it’s okay.” Matt sat down at the table while opening his own can. “At least we have your number if we actually need your skills one day.”

“We don’t though?” Chris raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You are the only one in contact with Lily bro.”

“Correct,” Nick realised. “I’ll need a way to contact both of you right now.”

“I’ll send Lily’s number to you and give her yours,” Matt offered. “Alex too obviously, we’ll all need yours.”

“Yayy!” The blonde girl agreed. “We soooo must have a group chat because I know it’s the best way for us to keep in touch.”

“Also correct, that’s a necessity.” Nick was completely on board as he felt excited about talking more with the two girls even after he and his brothers would go back to Los Angeles.

Right as the pizzas arrived, phones were being exchanged so that everyone could get all the numbers they were missing. Soon enough, they all had each other’s numbers and they could directly transition to eating dinner. It was a much needed moment as the triplets got to know the girls better, especially in an environment they were familiar with.

After they had finished eating, Alex only had one idea in her mind which she decided to share:

“What do y’all think about watching a movie? Best way to end the day and it doesn’t require any energy.”

Although Lily felt tired, she agreed as she saw that Nick, Matt and Chris were down for it. The girls offered them to look at their DVDs since it would be quicker to choose than using a streaming platform. The triplets couldn’t help but notice the amount of Disney movies they had and one in particular caught Nick’s eye as he took it out to admire it.

“You have Edward Scissorhands?!”

“Yep”, Alex replied with a smile. “One of our favourites!”

To this, Nick immediately decided that they needed to watch it without any care as to what his brothers would say – they would never turn down Nick’s favourite movie and even less if the girls loved it too. The group therefore settled on the couch as Lily put on the movie. She threw multiple blankets on the couch in case anyone needed one during the evening and apologised when she actually hit Matt with two of them at the same time, to which he playfully threw one of the small pillows at her when she went to sit down.

As the movie started, the excitement could be seen on Nick’s face. He was always over the moon when he’d watch it and being able to have this in common with his new friends was a bonus. Although Lily loved Edward Scissorhands, the tiredness was catching up to her. She hated the fact that she was close to falling asleep in front of this masterpiece, especially when it had only been half an hour since the movie had begun. It didn’t help that the couch was extremely comfortable and the blankets were keeping her warm.

Soon enough, Lily was actually asleep. Because of the dim lights in the room, it wasn’t noticeable by the others that her eyes had closed and they only realised when the movie eventually ended. As Alex saw that Lily wasn’t moving when they turned on the lights and decided to all go to sleep, she nudged her side to notify her of the end of the movie. Alex had hesitated to let her sleep on the couch but when she remembered that the triplets were here, she thought it would be more practical to have Lily sleep upstairs. Therefore, Lily was gently woken up and she apologised for having fallen asleep. They all reassured her that they didn’t mind, especially Matt who knew that driving was pretty tiresome sometimes. Before they went upstairs, Lily asked about the sleeping arrangements as the triplets would split between Alex’s room and the couch. They quickly chose that Matt and Chris would be together in Alex’s room – as they were used to that back home because of Chris never sleeping in his own room – while Nick would be alone on the couch, thus giving him the space he deserved. Therefore, while Alex accompanied Matt and Chris upstairs, Lily prepared the couch for Nick. As she still looked tired, Nick offered to help Lily but she refused as he was the guest here.

“Thank you for that.”

“No problem, have a good night and make yourself at home. Come get me or Alex if you need anything.”

“That’s kind thanks but I’ll let you both rest, don't worry.” Nick waved at Lily as she was leaving him downstairs. “Sleep well too!”

The pair smiled at each other before Lily went upstairs to join Alex. She arrived at the same time as the blonde bid Matt and Chris goodnight so she did the same as they had left the door open to wish her a good night too. Lily then went to her room and found Alex already on her bed as she couldn’t wait for a sleepover with her best friend, although it would be all sleep and no chit-chatting.

“I still cannot believe we have the Sturniolo triplets in our house bro.”

“No but same,” Lily agreed. “Although it feels less like that, you know? We’re actually becoming friends with them.”

“You and Matt already were I guess but yeah, I’m just scared we’re gonna wake up tomorrow and they’re not here.”

“Don’t worry babe”, Lily assured as she slid under the covers. “They can’t get rid of us now.”

Alex snickered at that before hugging Lily and wishing her a good night, to which Lily said the same back to her, before both girls drifted off to sleep.

~~~

I guess I did have a nap before sleeping, Lily thought as she was already awake at nine o’clock in the morning. Turning to the side, she saw that her best friend was still sound asleep and would be for a while. No point in staying in bed in case I wake her up. Lily then decided to head downstairs after a quick journey to the bathroom to do her morning routine. However, as she arrived in the living-room, the girl almost let out a gasp as she saw someone on her couch. Oh my fucking– fuck, she internally swore as she had almost forgotten that Nick was sleeping there. Damn, where do I go now? She wondered as she eyed the kitchen that was the only room available at the moment. Lily knew that the triplets might not wake up soon enough so she decided that she had time to prepare a nice breakfast for everyone, given that she hadn’t cooked for them yesterday evening. What’s something everyone could enjoy? And something I also make easily enough? Lily hesitated as she tried to quietly rummage through the cupboards and the fridge to look amongst the ingredients she had. She quickly chose to make pancakes as it was a basic recipe for her and everyone would be able to customise it to their liking. 

~~~

Half an hour later, Lily was almost done with the batter as she had prepared enough to feed a family of ten. She was confident in her cooking skills and hoped that the triplets would like her food as much as Alex did. Focused on heating the pancakes, Lily hadn’t noticed someone quietly slipping in the kitchen until they talked to her.

“Hey”, a soft voice called. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Oh my–” Lily did a 180° so fast that Matt thought she would end up dizzy. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to…”

“No worries bro. I was too deep in thought, my spatial awareness is at its lowest right now.” Lily turned back to keep an eye on the food before continuing. “You slept well?”

“I did, thanks. You?”

“Yep, everything’s good.”

“What are you making?” Matt wondered as he walked to stand next to the girl. “Smells great.”

“Pancakes”, Lily replied while flipping them. “Please tell me y’all like that. I can always make you something else if needed.”

“That’s perfect, don’t worry.” Matt leaned back on the counter with a smile to reassure Lily. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to though. I’ve always loved cooking for Alex and this is a recipe I mastered long ago so I’m just showing off to be honest.”

“I’ll be the judge of this so-called mastering then.”

“Wanna try one now?” Lily offered as she was finishing the first pancakes out of many more that would come. “No one would know you got an early tasting.”

“How can I refuse when you’re offering?” Matt rhetorically asked as he gladly accepted the fork Lily gave him.

While he was chewing, Lily turned off the heat as she turned sideways to observe Matt’s reaction. He looked neutral so she had no idea how to interpret him. However, as he quickly took another bite, Lily relaxed with a sigh before switching her gaze from his face to his attire. She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing the usual pyjamas he would wear in videos: a basic short-sleeved white t-shirt that allowed his tattoos to be visible with blue plaid sweatpants, in which he does look good even when he just woke up.

“This is so freaking good!” Matt whisper-yelled of excitement, bursting Lily’s bubble of daydream. His eyes almost twinkled as he held a smile on his face. “You can be proud of yourself Lily, you truly mastered pancakes.”

“Thanks Matt, that means a lot.” Lily had always known she was a good cook – not deserving of a Michelin star though she was above average for certain recipes – but hearing those compliments from Matt made her feel special. “Will Chris and Nick like that, you think?”

“Of course, no way they’re not eating that.” As he finished his pancake, Matt thought for a bit. “I might actually tell them you’re the worst cook ever just so I can have more.”

“You will have enough for yourself I hope, but I’ll be happy to make some for you anytime again.”

“That’ll be my pleasure.”

As they smiled at each other, Lily and Matt were almost forgetting that anytime might not be for a while as those moments together were only temporary. Soon enough, Matt would go back to Boston with his brothers then to Los Angeles, thus leaving Lily with Alex in Spring Hill. Soon enough, thousands of miles would separate them along with a three hours difference, although they would still be in the same country. But for now, the present was more important and as they both put the near happening reality in the back of their minds, the two friends simply enjoyed the time they currently had together.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[chrisgetsmewet]

It Was For The Right Cause

Part 1

I wake up this morning to my phone going off. I ignored it for a bit because it couldn't have been my alarm clock i was suspended. I checked my phone and it was nick texting me, then i checked the time

7:34 am

Is he crazy or does he want me to strangle him, i check the messages.

From nick:

Y/n?

Delivered 7:30 am

do you wanna get breakfast with us before we go to school.

Delivered 7:32 am

We're gonna leave without you

Delivered 7:33 am

I could drop the good off to you if you want

Seen 7:34

To nick:

yea sure give me a few minutes

Seen 7:36

From nick:

Ok be quick we're gonna be late

I rush out of my bed, heading to my bathroom. I brush my teeth, then my hair. I just wear my pajama pants, a tank top paired with a hoodie over it just incase i get cold then i slip on my uggs.

And down the stairs i went running out the door until my step dad luke called out for me.

I stopped and closing the door.

"Yeah..?" Turning away from the door, my attention on him.

And gosh I should have acted like i didn't hear him and went out anyway.

"Where are you going?" He repeated

"To meet some friends" in fact i was meeting with nick, matt, and chris. I wasn't trying to take any longer, i told him what he wanted to hear so i open the door again.

"yeah not happening, actually close the door your grounded. I heard about the fight. that was what? your 10th one this year. Might i ask why you got in that fight?" He leaned against the kitchen counter,crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes at that question and look over at my mom coming out her room.

"mom luke won't let me go out" I complained to her, pouting a little so she can some sympathy.

She looked, glancing over at him. Then at me, then back at him again. As if she was choosing maybe more deciding but still...

she let out a sigh closing her eyes, rubbing the bridg of her nose.

"luke let the girl go out she's gonna come back"

he hits the counter causing us both to flench "NO, no one ever listens to me, so fine go out do what you want"

my mom walked over to him puting her hand on his shoulder to try and calm him.

He shrugged her off.

I leave out the house cause i refuse to watch the two fight over something so dumb.

I run down the street to IHOP that's where we normally meet up. I slow my pace from running to walking entering the restaurant, looking around no one. I scan the place again of course no one.

I check the time, reading 8:03 .Shit.

Chris's POV

We waited, 5 minutes going bye

"What's taking her so long" nick checked his time also looking for a message that said something along the lines of hey i wont be able to make it.

Then 15 minutes passing. I check my phone thinking she probably texted me and i didnt know it sense my phone's always on DND.

"C'mon , let's atleast get something to eat while we wait for her" i stated, making my way to a open table booth. We placed our order whenever the waitress came around.

Now what's taking her so long, I bet she's doing this cause she doesn't wanna see me wich shouldn't be the case cause whatever happened wasn't a big deal, really.

Our food was here, everyone including me seemed more interested if y/n was going to come or not but why should i car, even if she did come she probably wouldn't be able to look me in the eyes, stealing glances at me from across the table.Gosh. i could just see it now.

I text her

✨️Y/n ✨️

You gonna be able to make it?

Delivered 7:52

it is now 7:55, still no response. Half my food was gone there wasn't much talk going on between me, nick, and matt. Unless there was and i was just to zoned out to hear anything.

But i was right they weren't taking they were staring at there phone watching whatever was on there occasionally taking bites of there food.

"Im leaving" stating before getting up not waiting on an answer or a reply. From a distance i heard matt calling for the bill.

I was already walking to school, hands in my pocket i looked back hearing the footsteps of my two brothers. Then I turn back around and continue the walk.

"What's up with you" matt put his arm around my shoulder, walking at my pace.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever sense yesterday you've been acting weird, you haven't even said something that made me wanna smack you, yet."

He stated causing me to smirk thinking back to when (yesterday) how i got under Matt's skin about somthing so stupid.

" i don't know It's probably cause i haven't got much sleep". I shrug at my own reply

"Is this about y/n and the whole fight situation"

"no not everything is about her if she doesn't care why should I"

"Whatever you say cause i know what i see" he walks off dabbing up our friend nate and walking off with him and some of his friends

Today it hit me more then ever i didn't really have any other friend other then y/n.

she's who i walked to classes with even if we didn't have the same ones, who i did work with, who i stole snacks from. Theres so much we did together i didn't notice I'd miss until she wasn't with me.

Y/n's POV

I was late I checked my phone and i actually got a text from chris.

Chrissy>>

You gonna be able to make it?

Sent 7:52

Damn it i missed his text. Well that helps with absolutely nothing, the only thing it does is make me feel worse.

I tred my way home kicking rocks and leafs whenever i get the chance.

I make it home before opening the door i brace myself just incase my parents didnt leave for work yet and they ask me why I'm back so early.

I open the door to find no one i check Alexis room she was still sleep even with the light shining over her.

I lay on the couch cutting the tv flipping through the channels finding a show, nothing specific i just wanted background sounds so i don't feel alone.

________

It was 3:36 meaning it's after-school i get alexis dressed for dance class.

I put her in a black leotard, pink tutu, with her dance shoes to match and for the final touch white legwarmers.

"Come here" i squat down to her level to pick her up and walk over to my bathroom.

"What hairstyle do you want?" I ask looking at her through the mirror while she sits on the counter infront of me

"Poy tail" she pronounced pointing to her hair

"Ponytail it is"

I brush it up into a ponytail adding a bow

"You like it?"

She nods putting her fingers in her mouth standing on the counter practically painting the mirror with her spity hands.

"Ok no" i furrow my eyebrows at her taking her off the counter.

We both leave the house, i hold her hand walking to my school so I can meet up with nick, matt, and chris.

I hold alexis on my hip while we wait out front i spot them and approach them.

"Hey guys!" I called out behind them causing them to turn around, there eyes met with me and my sister.

"Oh my gosh" Matt squealed, his face lighting up as soon as he sees the little girl, on that note he takes her out of my arms. Nick gasps and starts playing with her aswell, leaving time for me to talk to chris.

I look over at him "hey umm.. i got you're message"

"Ok" he replied blankly.

What the fuck this kid can't be serious friendly reminder i got into a fight for him and this is the thanks i get an attitude.

HELLO!? lets not forget the part where i literally got suspended for the 6th time this year I believe. See i can't even keep count. I'd even get suspended again if it's for any one of them cause it's worth it.

Matt turns his attention away from the child

"He's been like that all day it's not just you" he blurts out.

"Well thats nice to know" rolling my eyes at the answer. Then i remember clearing my throat.

"Also guys im sorry that i couldn't make it to breakfast. my step-dad was literally trying to interrogate me before i left and-" nick stopped me from rambling making the apology longer then needed

"Its fine you are forgiven" he said chuckling a bit

"I have to go to the elementary school cause the children are gonna be playing soccor and i have to take photos for the yearbook. See you two at home, catch you later y/n"

"Wait nick can you take lexis she's supposed to be there for after school dance classes"

"Yea of course" he takes her out of Matt's arms and places her to the ground then walking off in the distance holding hands.

"That's my cue ig cause nate is supposed to be helping me in hockey" he says walking off and in the distance i see him dabbing up nate.

Leaving me and chris "wanna come over to my house?" I suggested

He shrugs

"I guess"

We make it back to my house i put the house keys in the little tray we have next to the door.

"Want anything to eat?"

I know if he wanted something he would have taken something but i wanted to start conversation so it could be less awkward.

"Sure, can i pick anything in specific?" He perks up

"How bout a grilled cheese?"

"Sounds good, tomato soup on the side"

"I can do that"

"In the sandwhich can there be only mozzarella cheese" he adds

"Ok now you're pushing it" i laugh shaking my head.

I walk in the kitchen to get started making the snack we both were talking about to fulfill the craving.

Chris follows in the kitchen after me.

"Hey, im gonna use the bathroom real quick"

I nod in response. DING. I heard DING i heard again

the phone went off again. It was chris's phone i checked who it was and it was paige. Why is paige texting him.

I check the message

Yea you can come to the-

I opend his phone to see the rest of the message before reading the rest, i sit my head up to look around, he was still in the bathroom.

Yeah you can come to the party so can you're brothers but that girl that can't and if i see her theres going to be a problem

That made me laugh a little cause last time i checked I beat her ass so what makes her think i can't do it again. I wouldn't want to cause i dont wanna seem violent, but if i need to put a bitch in her place again then i will.

I decided to read more messages between them

Paige

What happend!?

(Seen) Delivered 12:37

You're girlfriend beat me up

(Seen) sent 1:55

She's not my girlfriend

Why did she dot it paige?

(Seen) delivered 1:55

I don't know?

Ask her not me now stop texting me🙄

She might fight me again

and again ask her yourself

(Seen) delivered 1:56

You lied.

You got beat for talking shit.

(Seen) delivered 4:26

So? Even if told the truth

It doesnt matter

(Seen) delivered 4:29

Call me

Ouch..

call me was the last thing i read before putting the phone down i looked around again and there he was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen he was watching me read the text messages.

"Listen i kn-" i cut him off

"NO, dont talk don't say anything just go"

please don't go i really don't want him to go, i wanted him to explain everything to me and tell me that whatever i saw was a misunderstanding gosh i just don't want them to be together i like him too much, texting alone makes my heart sink to my stomach.

we weren't dating but this hurt it felt like betrayal, Probably cause that's what it was.

"Im trying to tell you those messages were right when i found out who was in the fight and i wanted answers"

"THEN WHY COULDN'T YOU TEXT ME"

"Stop yelling thats unnecessary"

"It's not like we're together anyway"

"Fuck you" tears welled up in my eyes. Down my cheek the tears rolled i wipe them away quickly.

"I GOT SUSPENDED fighting for you. The other two times i got suspended was me fighting for either you, matt, or nick because i dont care enough about myself to fight someone if they were talking about me."

I let out a breath then sniffling

"What did you guys talk about on the phone"

"What?"

"Chris i want to know what yall talked about, you texted her call me, so what did you guys talk about"

"I just got to know her and she talked about her birthday party that's happening next week"

"Was this or was this not the same day everything happened" he hesitated before replying.

"It was" he muttered staring down,picking at his nails.

I sob rubbing the tears out my eyes with my arms i just wanted to be alone.

"Leave.. cause- what i do for you is obviously not enough"

He picked his head up "no y/n it's not like that at all ple-"

"Shh stop talking" heaving sobs escape my mouth i wanted to hide my face i didn't want him to see me cry but who am i to stop my body from doing so.

I was crying because....

I don't actually know why. But what he did really hurt me and it's not fair cause paige always gets her way.

"Y/n please-" he begs

I start pushing him to the door and opening it for him

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THIS POSITION"

"Please, please just let me explain" i look at him he looks like he shes a few years himself he was also actively begging.

I stand in the doorway with my arms crossed thinking for a minute.

"Fine.." i say feeling defeated

A/n - hope you enjoyed part two i tried my best. And yes i was gonna make it into a mini little series but then i didn't think anyone would be interested but i was wrong. Also sorry if this is a bit dramatic and not on topic of the og plot I'm trying bare with me.